Fantasy World of Gea: The Greatest Adventure [IC] [CLOSED]

[Roda the Red]

In the middle of a forest thicket located at the northern mountain range of Eranoire, a large merchant carriage layed motionless by the soil road. A chubby man with dark skin and short black hair, and wearing colourful clothes that displayed a certain degree of wealth, walked out of the carriage and looked around, eventually seeing a young man standing nearby, three bodies laying on the ground next to him.
"S-so you actually took them out! hah, those filthy bandits will have enough time to regret their foolishness in the afterlife " the chubby merchant spat on the ground, and looked at the young man. "Gotta admit, you didn't seem reliable when you offered to bodyguard my carriage, but you turned out to be a capable guy".
The young man turned around, a half elf with long brown hair styled into a braid wearing a green cloak going by the name of Syllannan , with a visible frown in his face. "Glad to help..." said the hobalfar as he quietly went to sit on the back of the carriage. The merchant shrugged and signaled the driver to resume their travels, on the distance it could be seen that the bandits were getting up and running away, their faces bruised badly.

It had been almost 10 months since Syllannan left his home city, decided to go on a journey to find his own path, but has it been worth it so far? The places he's visited have been interesting and the many oddjobs he's done to sustain himself have been enjoyable, but it feels as if nothing's changed, his talents have barely improved and the nostalgia for his home was stronger than ever. He was currently hired by a Brannorian merchant called Cenhelm Oldham to guard his carriage, which held large amounts of Mint and Grey Herbs, which could be turn into a great profit if sold over the neighboring country of Eranoire.

"Maybe it's not too late to go back, if i beg i could be allowed back in the academy by now" said Syll to himself as he took a sip of his waterskin, a bland taste compared to his little brother's brew.

It took three days for the carriage to reach the grand city of Eran, a bustling civilization unlike anything Syll had seen before that overshadowed Ællgan, and he spent a good week in the city mostly contemplating what to do onwards. One day while hanging around the streets, a certain paper on a post called his attention, it had the unmistakable emblem of the Laflèche family, and on further inspection he found a calling, perhaps the one he had been waiting for all this time. With a renewed determination, Syllannan headed to the Castle Le'Noire...

 

[joshuadim]

Gsera nodded along to what Sentry said as they shook hands, although how much she actually understood was up in the air. I really hope I can talk better somehow. she thought as she looked around and observed the other strange folk that were joining along on this merry band. There seemed to be a strangely dressed man of sorts, colorful attire and strange mask to go along with it. She didn't know what to think of him other than his upbeat demeanor giving off a nice impression at first. Then there was the equally colorfully dressed woman right next to him with the large sword, too large for her it almost seemed given her stature yet she wielded it with pride. Gsera audibly hummed in thought as she thought about why someone would need a weapon that big.

Then there was the skeleton, or rather the skull faced man in long garments. A magic user by the looks of it who seemed to garner disdain from the captain she had just spoken to. Did he do something wrong already? She couldn't tell as she moved her attention to the others, going over them one by one before stilling on Callop with her heart skipping a beat. Oh no. Here!? Oh dear oh dear... I just hope he doesn't recognize me. her mind raced as she noticeably stilled and gave off a nervous chuckle. It's hard not to be recognized when I made myself well known among them... but maybe I've never met him? He seems too young to know things like that.

That mindset soothed Gsera as she realized that perhaps things wouldn't be as complicated as she thought they might be. She turned her gaze back to Sentry to speak: "Um... where you from?" she asked to the giant woman, trying to stir up small-talk in order to ease up her tension.

 

[Breadman]

Something was bothering Sera, but what? Sentry wondered for a second as she looked around the others, but couldn't really figure out what it could be. Her attention was drawn back to the girl when she asked another question.

Um... where you from?

"Oh hmm." She wondered how to exactly answer that question. "Lets say...From far away" She began "From a land that no longer exists....well, no. It's still there, but it's not my home anymore." Awkwardly she stumbled through to an explanation "Lets say, somewhere in the Contarion mountains for now." Finally she figured out something that was correct, maintaining a fait smile "You? Your home?"

 

[EdwardDewey98]

"You are doing well, my friend." said Cécilia while gently petting Grundes head for a bit before cleaning the slime on her hand by smearing it on her cape. Meanwhile, the captain noticed that some of the volunteers were already socializing, which pleased him. Camaraderie is a necessity and if they were strangers they wouldn't succeed at their jobs. While he looked at the volunteers, he also noticed the large crocodile man approaching him and introducing himself.

"I am... Dakarai Sarcosis Aegypticus - I come... for interview to join the expedition. I hope I'm not too late.

"You are not, beastman." While he retained a serious expression while looking at Dakarai, the captain was quite surprised by Dakarais knowledge on the Eranoiran language but more surprised at the fact the beastman could even talk to begin with. "...and while I appreciate the introduction, save it for later when I ask everyone that information." said the captain in a rather serious tone. "Please, get back in the wall with the other volunteers." Cécilia looked at Dakarai with interest because she knew exactly what he was, a Sobekan, a rare species native to the Empire of Entariush, valued for their strength and zealotry. She wondered if this man was a priest of the Entariushan Deities, something she'll have to ask later.

A few minutes had passed now, and few more volunteers appeared during that time. Warriors carrying steel for the most part, and a few archers who seemed to be from the tribal lands on the east had come by as well. Even a few wizards came into the courtyard, but these men appeared to be with Cécilia and seemed to be members of the Royal Eranoiran Academy of Mystic Arts. The captain noticed among these new arrivals was a young Hobálfar male who carried an axe, a respectable weapon. The captain pointed at Syllannan and ordered the young man to get into the wall with the other volunteers, but took note of him.

A few more minutes passed, and a duo of Dwezgaz appeared donning armor typically worn by the Dvërgr clan. Behind these short fellows was a young adventurer who appeared to be wearing commoner's clothing rather than armor. As the young man approached the keep with confidence, he stumbled upon a loose road tile, falling on the ground. The captain shook his head at this, but noticed yet another person approaching, an older man wearing full plate. This elderly knight looked down at the young man with a gentle smile while offering him a hand. "Need help, friend?" asked the old man while the embarrassed young man took his hand. "I... thank you, sire." said the boy with a thick Eranoiran accent before quickly walking into the courtyard. The old knight simply shook his head while laughing to himself. "Ahh... la joventud de estos dias, que las Madre los proteja." he said before approaching the captain.

"Captain! A pleasure to speak with you. I assume I must stand beside the youth, yes?" asked the old knight, while eyeing the extravagant parade of adventurers next to him. "Yes... but... I must ask, I never seen that seal. You are not a knight for this realm are you?" ask the captain while looking at the crest on the knight armor. "Indeed. I'm from the Sarcossian Archipelago... My name is Ser Alberto Eubeko Valentino de Tarantina." At that moment, most of the soldiers and some of the adventurers in the courtyard looked at the knight with surprise. "You... you are... by Gaia! Are you really the hero of Santa Rosalina? The Bane of Ork raids?" asked the captain in disbelief. The old knight simply smiled as the man mentioned his accomplishments until he mentioned something else "-The Slayer of the Tarasca!" Those aware of the knights fame broke into cheering, but the knight seemed to flinch a bit when he mentioned the Tarasca. "...Yes. A true pleasure, captain." said the old knight, in an attempt to regain his composure before bowing to the captain. "Please ser knight, do not bow before me! It should be me the one bowing before you! You are like a hero of old, even beyond the Archipelago." The captain seemed to be truly honored to be in the presence of the knight, but Ser Alberto looked around awkwardly before responding. "...I appreciate the compliments, captain, but at the moment I am but a mere errant knight." Alberto eyed the party once more. "Do not treat me any differently to those other people, please. I've never been a fan of favoritism."

Captain Védevel was a bit surprised by this request as knights, while great warriors and heroes in his own mind, were people to be respected regardless of strata. Still, he did not meant to offend a knight, even less the Slayer of the second most dangerous dragon to be known in recorded history. "Yes... I'm sorry, sir... Please, stand there next to the Hobálfar." commanded the captain. Ser Alberto sighed in relief before approaching Syllannan. The knight eyed the young warrior for a moment before giving him a compliment. "...That's a very nice axe. I'm more keen to lances myself." he said before turning his attention to the captain and Cécilia. "Might I have your attention, everyone?" asked the cartographer while looking at the small army gathered before her. "Do not be alarmed for what I'm about to do next, please." she said while revealing a scroll written in a runic language. The scholar then pointed the scroll towards the volunteers and cast some sort of spell on each member. "Before anyone throws an axe at my face..." she said while finishing shooting the spell on Kastalli. "...this is Master Tew's Scroll of Language. Now... I imagine all of you understand me, yes?" Indeed, those who were not native to Eranoire could understand her language perfectly. "You are now capable of speaking Eranoiran, which will be the language spoken during this expedition... Mainly because I cannot enchant another language into this thing." She said while storing the scroll back on her backpack. "You won't be able to write it yet but that can be fixed later on... and do not be alarmed, there's no secondary effects. You all are versed on a new language. That's it."

The captain let out a sigh of relief, knowing that he will not need to speak languages he's not accustomed to. He soon began speaking while walking in front of the wall of adventurers. "I want to start by saying that all of you, and I mean ALL of you are hired, for this expedition needs manpower and guards to protect it." He stopped in front of Callop, who stood nervously next to Kastalli. He realized that the boy was not a Hob, but an actual child. Normally in this situations, Callop would be escorted by the Soldats and taken to his parents or to an orphanage, but something about the young boy resonated with the captain. "...Alone?" he asked while looking at Callop. Regardless of the boys answer, the captain can tell that Callop did not have any guardians with him. "...Stay on the line, young man." he said before walking away to the other end of the volunteer wall. "However, some of you might be wondering... why are we having this interview, yes? Personally... and honestly, I do not see a point on it either. But Madame Delafosse believes that some of you have potential to lead this expedition... And since this is her project and it was approved and funded by our esteemed and holy Emperor, I am not here to question her judgment." He then looked down at Gawain and Korzhev with some dismay. "...Even though I should."

Now joined by Cécilia, the captain and the scholar stood in front of a warrior. "Give us you name, warrior... Tell us from what lands you hail from, and tell us of your combat or magical experience..." asked the Captain while the scholar took notes. Slowly, but surely, the duo made their way down the line of warriors, archers and rogues. Most of these people were either novices who recently started adventuring or veterans who only know how to swing a blade and not die immediately. While these were valuable skills to some extent, none of them showed enough promise to the scholar.

• Several Minutes Later •
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Eventually, the pair reached the young adventurer that had fallen near the gates. "...Well, just like I asked those before us, tell us your history, warrior." the young man looked a bit nervous for a moment, unsure of what to say next before speaking in rather shy manner. "I... I am Paulin Beauchamp, sire... I'm from here, Eran... and... I'm not a warrior, sire... I was just a farmer but... my parents caught the brick like our most esteemed Emperor has... Sadly, they died... a few months ago, I have nothing, sire... but this sword and an old shield." The Captain sighed, not because he was frustrated by the young mans lack of experience, but because he identified with his story. Cécilia shook her head while writing down the young man's name on her notes. "...You are hired, young man. Please stand next to the other volunteers over there." He said with a small smile on his face, Paulin was so thankful that he even attempted to hug the captain, but he quickly rejected it. "Yeah... no, but thank you..." he said as the young man slowly backed away and mixed with the rest of the Volunteers that didn't show promise.

Now they were reaching the more extravagant members of the volunteers, starting with the duo of Dvërgr warriors. "Alright... tell us... uh... Dear Gaia, you both reek of beer!" The dwarves looked up at the captain, both of them smiling. "Aye, good beer 'round these parts, boss. Heals the spirit alright!" said one of the dwarves while the other burped rather loudly. Both dwarves laughed at this while the Captain and Cécilia stood there unamused. "Please... stand with the others." said the captain in a disappointed tone. The dwarves complied without much care in the world. "I... I am not going to stop at every single one of them... You!" said the captain while pointing at all of you. "Gather around, tell me about you and your skills... give details for the lady here, and do not waste my time like those two little brutes did."

 

[Dmaster]

The enchanted scroll did little to impress Gawain, let alone unnerve him. Not only could he speak fluent Eranorian he had various other languages under his proverbial belt as well, chief among them his ability to read runes and spells in their esoteric languages. Beyond that the process of being "interviewed" for this expedition seemed like a wasteful formality to him. Despite the wizard's current state of mortality he was among the greatest magical minds that the world had ever seen. Had lesser magic users seen what he had seen he had no doubt in his mind that they would have evaporated completely whereas he only lost his face. There was also a hero from a different land among their ranks, which was interesting to the skeletal mage. Was he perhaps doing this expedition as a retirement retreat? He could hardly judge.

When asked to step forward and introduce himself, the wizard did so with a slight bow as he addressed both Cécilia and the captain as well as the group proper. "My name is Gawain Epharim - and I am one of the greatest wizards that has ever lived." he said rather simply, putting his own boots together as he stood straight. "I do not say this as some pursuit of ego or means to put myself above others, rather a mere statement of fact if I am to be frank." Gawain began to pace about the space between the group and their leadership, trying to best find the words to describe his situation.

"Despite being a practitioner of necromancy I can say that I did not purposefully make myself into this... effigy you see before yourselves. On the contrary, a certain creature did this to me with but a passing glance. I died in the pursuit of answers to some cosmic mystery I was stricken with, and now over a century later I have come back with the means to solve it! There are many questions I have been able to answer over the span of my career, be they puncturing the fabric of reality or coming to understand its nature - yet none so deeply intriguing as this." he stated, hands behind his back once again as he rolled his shoulders. His teeth chattered quietly now and then, his skeletal jaw rolling about on its hinges to affix itself seeing that was about all he could do.

"If our goal is to explore I offer my services to you wholeheartedly. I've no interest in payment or rewards, but I will go to the corners of the realm to find that creature. And when I do, I will entrap it and study it, interrogate it if I have to. I have an eternity to answer the burning question in my mind and yet that is still too soon..!" Gawain's raspy and ghostly voice rose in tone gradually, until he extended an arm and unfurled hand longingly to the heavens before clenching it into a fist.

"I look forward to working with you all. Those not blinded by ignorance, at least." the mage concluded.

 

[Infab]

"I look forward to working with you all. Those not blinded by ignorance, at least."

"I bear no grudge or ill will against thee, Mage. So you shall have no issues with me." remarked Devereaux, as he stepped over near the group from where he stood before. He then looked to Cécilia and the Captain, and after a graceful bow, he spoke once more.

"Greetings! As I've mentioned to the Captain previously, my name is Devereaux! Or Devy, if you'd prefer a shorter variant! I come from the town of Valenlès, here in Eranoire! Born to a mother I never knew, and a father whom wrote and directed exceptional commedia. Most of which are still performed across the land! He sadly died of the brick, thus leaving me alone in the world." he stated, placing his hand on his hip as he stood there. Almost as if he were posing again.

"My profession? Harlequin! Master entertainer, dancer, theater artist, and musician. I am also a professional archer, having trained in the art of the bow and arrow since the age of seven. I have worked that particular talent into my performances, at the request of my late father some time ago!" he continued. "Have I any experience with magic? Nay, not that I can recall! Though some call my performances and music quite magical! I'm rather charming, you see." He tilted his head, almost as if he were grinning beneath the mask.

"Now...what do I seek out of this endeavor? Excitement! I love to explore the unknown! I'd also like to bring my work to the masses of the vast foreign lands...and maybe the money is good too! That funds my work after all."

 

[Develius]

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"You are not, beastman... and while I appreciate the introduction, save it for later when I ask everyone that information. Please, get back in the wall with the other volunteers."

Dakarai bowed respectfully before he proceeded to join the others. He didn't speak much to the other warriors while he waited, but he made sure to keep tabs on all those he was working with. Even he seemed to respect the others in their admiration of the old knight who had just walked in to the joy of most. Soon enough he noted the other officials joining in, being comprised of an assortment of knights and magic users. He was a bit intimidated by the amount of people entering in all at once, but nonetheless he kept his composure amongst the rest. When they were finished, they claimed that they could all speak fluent Eranoiran. One could assume that the Sobekan was insulted considering his knowledge with the language - considering how well he was able to phrase his greeting compared to most of his kind - but he welcomed it rather well. He could feel his sub-conscious now talking to him in Eranoiran rather than solely in his traditional Sobekan tongue. He was satisfied with the results.

Soon Dakarai was placed upon the pedestal and he was instructed to introduce himself alongside his reasons in joining the expedition. Clearing his throat, the reptilian beastman began.

"I am Dakarai Sarcosis Aegypticus." he began in a deep, yet surprisingly noble voice compared to the harsh raspiness heard prior. Some of his old accent remained, but nonetheless it was more than clear for anyone to hear him clearly. "I am a humble warrior cleric on behalf of my people's god, Sobek'nia, praise be Her Grace. I was once an enlisted soldier for the Entariushian Empire, but have since given up the violent conquests in exchange for the forgiveness and blessings of Her Grace. My arrival here was not solely my choice... for it was supposed to be placed upon one of my fellow brothers who originally brought this to my attention. For my people believe in something we call 'The Great Journey' - the opportunity and privilege given by Her Grace upon those worthy of touring the world in the pursuit of knowledge of all within - including the lost knowledge of our forebearers. It is, simply, a journey for wisdom and of personal clarity."

He paused as he planted his hand upon his chest. "This task is one only achieved by the strongest and most devout of Her Grace's followers. Those provided with the opportunity, such as in this instance, are said to be blessed by Her Grace and deemed ready and worthy of the 'Great Journey'. Since the brother in question was the one who first found the note, we all suggested that Her Grace had chosen him to embark on it. Yet all understood that this wasn't a task for the unprepared. For very few had ever completed such a task in its entirety... and many died in the attempt."

"So when my brother turned it down, I could not blame him. However, it would've been heretical for all of us to turn down Her Grace's favor. One of us was required to take the "Great Journey"... and I, as you see before you, was chosen to take his stead."

The Sobekan straightened up his posture and looked at the Captain honorably. "I do not require funds for this trip. My own equipment and mount should be more than enough." He then glances over at the others in his company. "And for those rolling your eyes, do not worry. I shall not bore anyone with my religion, so long as we respect our own beliefs. If you desire clarity on my own, then I shall gladly provide it on behalf of Her Grace. Otherwise I look forward to working with all of you."

 

[Beann]

"Callop and Fauxs? It is nice to meet you two. I am Kastalli." She offered them a warm smile before extending a delicate hand out towards the wolf to sniff. Wolves were quite common in her homeland and although she was used to hunting them for their pelts, this one seemed very tamed. Fauxs made an interesting companion for Callop but at least the boy wasn't wandering completely alone. She had to wonder though, where were his parents? Kastalli felt compelled to ask but it wasn't really any of her business nor did she have the time to ask as Callop tugged on her sleeve. "Hmm?" Her eyes followed his gaze towards the center of the crowd as an unusual green creature took shape in...really the only words to describe it as would be a 'blob' or 'mush'. With a slight nod, she guided Callop past a few people to get a closer look. It signed an introduction, Grunde, was its name. So it was capable of understanding others and communicating? How interesting!

It wasn't long until her and the rest of those interested in the expedition were all lined up against the wall and addressed by the captain and scholar. Kastalli blinked in curiosity as the lady held out a scroll, the trace of magic bouncing from the parchment to each individual until it reached her last. There was no unusual feeling...maybe...clarity? It soon became clear that the scroll was used for those that did not speak Eranoiran to be able to now. While she was not native to the language, she was somewhat familiar with it. She remembered her late husband advising her to learn one of the more popular languages if she wished to travel the world. He always stressed that having the ability to communicate was the most useful tool. As a way to distract herself from his untimely death, she had made an effort to teach herself the very basics of a couple languages - one being Eranoiran. At least now she wouldn't have to really think before she spoke.

She peered down the line, her ear twitching slightly as she tuned in to listen to everyone's introduction. The lack of experience some of these people had gave her a bit of confidence but she was still quite intimidated by the ones that have seen plenty of battle. Captain Védevel made his way down the line with Cécilia, stopping at two dwarves and giving them rather disappointing looks. It would seem the captain had enough as he gathered the remaining who had yet been able to introduce themselves and ordered them to speak about themselves in front of everyone. A wizard went first, a rather terrifying one at that as his face lacked flesh but other than that, he didn't seem all that bad. Next was a jester, introducing himself as Devereaux. He was a musician as well? Kastalli's tail swayed slightly in delight at this information. A fellow musician! She would love nothing more than to share songs and improve her art with him. However, that would have to wait as her attention turned toward a reptilian beastman who started to introduce himself.

A man devoted to his religion, she could respect that. Perhaps she would inquire more about his goddess another time.

Kastalli looked around at the group, checking to see if anyone else wanted to step forth. Well, she may as well go next. Taking a step forward, she offered the captain a gentle smile before glancing among the rest. "Greetings, I am Kastalli and I am from Skæg. I have been trained to hunt ever since I was old enough to wield a spear. I am also a musician, capable of using magic through the use of my instrument." She placed her hand lightly on the silver bell that was tied to her waist. "I do hope we can all get along." With that, Kastalli bowed her head slightly before stepping back into place to allow whoever was next to go.

 

[Ace Cream]

Zen

Zen did as instructed, lining up along the wall while his eyes were darting cautiously between the gathered individuals. It was such a colorful bunch of people for Zen, from buff barbarian to talking slime. Fortunately he didn't spot anyone from Shigese so he should be safe, though he felt something was off with the female tuatha but he couldn't think of the reason for it. Also, apparently one of the applicant was a famous person? Sir Albertos, Zen knew nothing about him but the tengu still threw a respectful nod to him. Fear the old man in a profession where men dies young, that's what his mentor said.

Then the briefing began and the first thing the leader of the expedition did was to give everyone an enchantment so they all can speak Eranorian. Sounds wonderful but after a brief testing Zen found out there's nothing changing within him, he's already fluent in Eranorian after three years living here but he couldn't remove his Shigesan accent.

Next come the introduction, Zen almost choked on air when they were ordered to tell their combat capability and some stories, he definitely wouldn't tell a soul about his past. So when his turn come Zen just pulled out his messenger's license from his bag and unrolled it in front of everyone. Messenger's license was an important document that summarized a messenger's capabilities and trustworthiness based on their successful deliveries, but it's main function was actually to manage payment and granting free access to various cities associated with the messenger guild. Zen's score was quite remarkable for someone who just spent three years working there.

"I am Zen, from Shigese. I deliver things, but I can gouge eyes or cut throats if necessary." And with those brief words, Zen concluded his introduction.

 

[Emperor Sagan]

Angelica sat her sword down, resting the tip against the ground, with the hilt and grip just reaching past her head. The blade itself was wrapped in a light leather cover - for traveling and protection off the field - so she was able to lean against it without risk of a little slice. As more people filtered in, she found herself relatively pleased. She preferred this freakshow over the usual cutthroats that would slink into the recruitment tent when the company was in town looking to beef up the ranks. Criminals, the lot of 'em. Murderers, thieves, and worse. A few around seemed a bit shady, but that was war for you. Still, Devy seemed a good lad. Or lass. She had no clue, not that it mattered to her. The jester was a cheeky one, and if they could fight, then all the better. The big blonde was fine to behold, too. Good form, was probably a hellion on the field and elsewhere. Most of the people around struck her fancy in some way or another as she looked folks over, 'cept for the damn mage types. Then there was the child and wolf, and she didn't know what to make of that. Not uncommon to see a kid in the line, but usually at the back, helping the archers or hefting a spear.

As for that Ser Alberto, she was a bit impressed, or as impressed as she could be when it came to knights. She'd heard the name before. Didn't know the legend very well, but everywhere you go there was a legend or some story about someone who did some wild things. A knight that old, and who could garner the reaction he did - he must have been the real deal. Not easy to reach old age swinging a sword all your life.

Gawain got a snicker out of her when he introduced himself. She just couldn't help it. Typical sorcerer types, always declaring themselves to be one of the best that ever lived, then piss themselves when an arrow lands within a few yards of them. This one didn't look much like the usual boot-quakers, though; she actually didn't doubt he was pretty good. That didn't mean they were worth anything without their magic. She'd be mighty sad without her sword - but she still had her fists, her legs, her elbows, and more than enough experience in using them to finish the job. Take the magic away from a mage, all you got was a weak, whiny welp. At least he wasn't taking any coin from the pool.

Devy was up, making his poses and singing his story. Yeah, now this was a good fellow. Shame about his folks, and while she wasn't much the type for theater, maybe he'd put on a good show for the band eventually. The way a jester could bend was pretty enviable. Then the big scaled beastman - Dakarai - went up and spoke his piece. A religious type, it seemed. She had no qualms with such people, though some of the toughest fighters in her time were the zealots. Most mercenaries knew when to cut themselves loose at the right time. The religious warriors, no such thing. You'd have to kill them all before you could call it a day on the field. And if he wasn't fixing to proselytize, then all the better. As far as she was concerned, all gods and goddesses were fair in her book. It was customary to leave a coin to the local gods or spirits at any shrine they were near when on the march, or before a battle, but she never carried any single faith with her like some did. The only spirit she put any stock into was the Lady in Red, who was more story than anything else - or so she hoped. Kastalli was next, another kind lass, though she wasn't certain on the woman's fighting abilities. Seemed too kind for the dirty work. The birdman caught her interest. A good messenger was hard to come by, and his brevity was endearing.

When her turn was up next, she sauntered out of the line, hugging her sword against her shoulder with one arm, and tipped her hat with her free hand. Been a while since she was having to give an introduction like this, reminding her of the early days. "Name's Angelica Bow. Born in Hamala, raised in a wagon, on account of Ma and Pa also being linemen like myself. Been on the field since I could walk. Started in baggage like most small ones - helped the surgeons and armorers until I could earn pay on the line with a spear, then when I was big enough, Wackelklinge," she said, patting the large sheathed sword. "Had a stay with the Drachenjäger for a couple years, then moved on from that, joining up with a few different companies over the years." Angelica omitted the company names for good reason. At any given point, she was probably on a side against several people here. There had been years were she switched sides three, sometimes four times, by nature of being a mercenary. If there was no pay, there was no fighting. If the contract was over, it wasn't uncommon for an enemy to pick up their contract and become a new friend - and old friends become new enemies.

She rubbed her chin, considering what else needed to be said. "Ah, been a sergeant for about twenty years now. Got plenty of experience, I suppose. Haven't been much out there able to kill me yet. Knights, mages, men-at-arms, dragons, beasts, you name 'em." With that, she stepped back into the line.

 

[Breadman]

Sentry didn't exactly feel anything different from the scroll. Her thoughts were still in her native tongue and a glance at a notice board revealed she still couldn't read. Shame about that, but no spell is perfect it seems.

The old man caught her attention. Somebody so old in this line of work is a rarity. As the others started to introduce themselves properly, she shifted her attention to them. Her hunch about Gawain was correct. He was indeed a spellcaster of some kind and bit arrogant with his claim. But there was still time to prove himself so maybe that wasn't an empty boast. Next up was Devy the jester. A sad story about his parents, but maybe that motivates him to perform and bring a smile to others? She had met many warriors that could be counted as jesters and fools in their own way, but not the other way around. Entertainment on the path would be welcome, regardless. Dakari reminded her of a companion from long ago. A tall man, intimidating in look, but voice that soothed and with a desire to teach. Seemed like they would get along just fine. Kastali, another musician and a hunter as well. She seemed like a friendly one. Zen surprised her with how short he cut his introduction. Boy of a few words that one. Maybe he was shy? Angelica was someone to overlook at one's peril, that was obvious as soon as you could look at her, but her credentials spoke for themselves. A finer soldier to stand shoulder to shoulder in the field would be hard to find.

Sentry decided to introduce herself next. Standing in front of the others she took a second to thing of where to even begin. Well, the name of course.

"I have but one name and that is Sentry. In years past I'd tack one of the other names and titles I've earned to show my prowess. 'The defender', 'Bull rider', 'Back breaker' and so on and so on. But they don't matter now. Haven't for a long time. You may find it hard to believe me, but I do not lie when I say that I'm centuries old. I owe it to this ring around my finger." She lifted her hand to show the simple band wrapped around her finger. "It belonged to my friend and mentor and as a bearer I was tasked of guarding his final resting place until one worthy of his name could come and pick up his mantle to do good not just in his name, but for themselves as well. But words are not enough, so I have other means that might convince you. As you know, there are few things that age slower than stone." With those words, her skin started to shift. Her appearance changing and forming what looks like a carapace all over her. The process was quick and she could feel some of the other recruit gawk at her. "While not my true form, you can see I'm a bit different than most." After saying that, the stone started to subside returning her to her former appearance. "I was performing my duty as a guardian when I was dragged away by some sorcerer and his minions. His magics damaged my memory and I was left alone and lost in a new foreign land. And while my quest to find the shrine's secret location continues, I still need to provide for myself and adventuring has been a trade I've been most proficient in." She paused for a second before adding to her resume "I'm also a capable smith and can inscribe runes of power on armor and weaponry should I be provided with the right materials."

"Now I would usually offer you a drink as thanks for listening to this old stone's story, but there are simply too many of you currently for me to afford it." She joked in hopes to ease any tension "So lets say that I owe you for a later time." A smile formed on her face and stepped back into line to let someone else introduce themselves.

 

[Auda]

More adventurers and explorers alike joined the room once Grunde finished its introduction. The slime had never been a part of anything, let alone something this big before. The closest thing it can think of is whenever Cécilia enters an inn or a tavern but even then, Grunde is safely tucked away in the jar, safe from danger and wandering eyes. It can see and feel those that surround it, hearing the conversations of brothers in arms after a hard day of labor or the hushed gossips in dark alleys and unsuspecting corners. The world was laid bare but experiencing the world through a glass is no way to live at all. It always felt like Grunde was just an observer. Now, however, the jar was left forgotten and Grunde was out and about for everyone to see which made the slime feel… real. Determination filled its yellow eyes as it followed the others in line, leaving behind a trail of goo and a jar.

Grunde made a mistake. Maybe it should’ve stayed inside the jar afterall. As its companions introduced themselves one by one, anxiety made an appearance. Goo dripped down from Grunde’s arm as its body started losing its form, nerves getting the better of the slime. Everyone seemed accomplished and their stories made Grunde realize that this is not a field trip to make friends and what not. When its turn came, Grunde hesitantly moved forward and faced the others, uttering ‘Grunde’ once more as an introduction before continuing. “Made by wizard Azalie. Was unstable so died and abandoned. Came back, met Guardian. Long adventure. Now here.” The slime is not used to saying continuous words at once. During its journey with Cécilia , they’ve always relied on key words and non-verbal communication.

“Can do magic.” The slime finished before hurriedly moving back, hoping what it said was enough.

 

[joshuadim]

It was certainly a strange experience to have magic cast upon that allowed her to speak and understand the language everyone else essentially knew around her which up to a few moments ago she barely had a grasp on. Gsera quickly realized what had happened and excitedly clapped her hands together as she finally could understand what others were speaking about and the knowledge to communicate in said language flooded her head. One by one as the people around her made themselves known Gsera listened intently and with full interest with a grin on her face as she absorbed all this information. Gawain was certainly interesting... she didn't know much about necromancy but remembered a scary story her father once told her about someone who practiced such magics. Devy seemed to be a unique and fun personality to be alongside given his nature as a jester, and Kastalli complemented him as a second bard it seemed for this group.

Zen was blunt and straight to the point, but what intruiged Gsera was what he was exactly as she had never met someone of his kind before. She would have to ask him later. Apparently the old knight was a slayer of something called a tarasca but even with being able to understand what was being spoken she didn't know the meaning and so it was lost upon her. She was unfamiliar with what Angelica meant by Drachenjäger as the language the word came from was also foreign to her, but was rather spooked by her words when she mentioned her own brethren she had fought. Is she what N'yana warned me about? she thought to herself as she eyed the mercenary with suspicion.

The slime spoke up and seemed rather primitive in how it composed itself, yet Gsera could feel that it was trying its best and felt a bit of sympathy for it. What really made an impression was when Sentry did her thing and surrounded herself with a stoney outer layer on command. Intruiged and impressed, Gsera clapped quickly for Sentry with a smile on her face as she showed off her abilities. "I've never seen anything like that!" Gsera whispered to Sentry as she stepped back in line.

Once it was her turn to introduce herself, the drake felt a bit flustered and nervous as she stepped forward and cleared her throat. "Ahm, well..." she began, gathering herself as she felt nearly every pair of eyes on her which didn't help one bit. "I am, uh... Sera. And I..." she began nervously before shaking her head, "I do better showing than telling."

She focused on a patch of the ground in front of her and moved her hands in a circular motion over it as she focused, and before long new grass and plants began to sprout out of the ground in front of her with one particular flower taking center stage that reminded her of home. "I am a druid of the Eonach Coillte. I can speak for the wilds and heal those in need." she simply stated followed her demonstration before falling back in line. As she did so, she felt as though she was going to throw up from the sheer anxiety that had flooded her but at least it was over now. Hopefully the strangers she would be travelling with would like her enough to be friends.

 

[FloweryMuffin]

All of the people crowded up in that room seemed to loom somewhere above Korzhev’s head, having sort of replaced the buildings outside. In that brief moment when he entered and sat himself in line, those people had suddenly reminded him of a forest. They were trees. Taller, shorter, with more or less leaves, in many colours. Seein them as such, the weapons they carried fazed him no longer. The people that made up the line he was a part of made for some handsome trees, in particular. Korzhev couldn’t help the smile stretching across his face as he watched them speak to each other, their little faces twisting into all kinds of funny expressions.

Then, thanks to the scroll the darker woman had presented them with, he could hear them clearly for once. His thoughts remained the same, but the white noise surrounding him had turned into bits of pieces of conversation that he could understand too now. The sole downside was that the worn map he carried, was still as unreadable as it had ever been.

The knight that had made an appearance then, he found was famous. He let out an amused croak. A famous tree, clad in armour, staring right at him. In disdain, and for a brief second, but had it mattered? He would’ve laughed outright when he had found out the long name he bore, but he diverted his attention towards the introductions. Ah, the thought of making his thoughts privy to the world, he could scarcely wait to finally speak!

Soon, he had learned the various identities of the rest of them. The old knight, Alberto de Tarantina, a tree with a fine history. That would make a good story. Gawain, the best wizard. Korzhev snorted. He bets that the expression he would’ve made saying that if he had a face would’ve been priceless. But the proclamation was, a lie at best. Because he didn’t exist, might never exist. If he were, this room would have shaken in his presence, but instead they have almost speared him. He reeked of death as well.

Then there was Devy, the har..harl..harlequin. A rather flexible fellow. Coloured from head to toe, and with a mask. He might have to inquire about the reason for such a strange attire later. After him followed Dakarai. He was disappointed to find that despite such a beautiful physique, he was actually delusional. Pheh! There were no other Gods besides the guardians of the marshlands.

And the people that followed were rather amusing too. Angelica, with her giant sword, perhaps even taller than himself! He noted to later inquire about the length. Hers and Sentry’s hair reminded him of the leaves of a willow trees, Sentry being the taller one. Oh and, as she had demonstrated, she could turn her skin to stone. A stone tree trunk.
The slime, Grunde, reminded him of a small Vodyanoy child. Korzhev beamed at his introduction. And finally, Sera. From all of the introductions he had witnessed, he was most impressed by her magic. Now, growing plants was indeed an impressive feat and he hasn’t seen one in quite some time. Only after marvelling at the flower for a second more, he stepped up and proceeded, at last, with his introduction.

“I am Korzhev.” The words seemed foreign to his ears, but they rolled off his tongue in a way that encouraged him to continue, unphased by the utter lack of clarity in them, “I am a shaman of the Taras tribe. As y’see, I was stranded from my brothers and I seek a map that would lead me back into the swamps I hopped out of. Or one fella out of this grand obnoxious forest,” he’d said, holding out an old torn map and gesturing towards the crowd in one wide circular motion, “care to read this for an old frog? I will give the thanks due by aiding you with my magic. My curses, if need be.”

 

[Fauxs]

As the person they referred to as captain ordered him to stand in line, he willingly did so along with his friend who sat beside him against the wall. Soon after, a well-dressed woman began utilizing some sort of scroll, imbued with magic that is capable of sharing one's language to all, similar to the book he obtained, but this one was a faster process. It was also there that he realized the book he most likely studied was of eranoirean origin, as that is the only possibility to the fact that he managed to understand a few words they spoke, much clearer than usual because now, it had sounds.

One by one the volunteers introduced themselves, ranging from the casual-looking people to the unique kinds, even one coming from Eonach Coillte. eventually, all of them expressed their identity and their purpose. 'purpose' callop wondered, as he did not have such, but certainly had the time to find one. For now, he thought of a vague answer.

"My name... Callop. Callop Sidhe." he said, as he lightly trembled on the inside from the eyes of the crowd. "my friend here is named, Fauxs." he followed, as he pointed to his companion beside him. "The forest is my friend as well, and they share their power with me."

"Although I am not sure of my own intentions, I simply want to eat lots of food with Fauxs!" the boy finished enthusiastically. In truth, Callop wanted to know a lot in regards to his life, where his mother went, where his father is, but he lacks the emotional capacity to deal with such, thus, masking it by being positive.

 

[Roda the Red]

"That drunken bastard can shove his bottle up his arse for all i care!". Syll finally reached the castle, having spent hours around the city by following the misleading directions of a cheerful drunkard, and after what felt like an eternity he entered by the imposing castle gate. His eyes met a child, a Tuatha it seems, joined by a green wolf, probably a magical beast from the forest, and next to them was a half Rakshasa girl, a rather cute one at that. He walked past them and was met with an overwhelming crowd, not only in sheer size but also the variety of folks in display!

The one that stood out the most was a Jester, everything about him seemed eccentric, from his attire to his mannerism, but that is to expect from a man of his vocation. Next to him was a pair of tall blonde ladies, one was dressed in a colourful outfit, one that Syll was sure to have seen before in manuscripts, carrying an unmistakable Hamalan Zweihander, and the other one was even more imposing, displaying an impressive build and wearing quite the...scantily clad attire. He also spotted a small Shigesan Tengu, in these lands it's rare to see one of his kind, let alone standing on land rather than soaring the skies. Another Tuatha was among the crowd, though Syllannan thought something was slightly odd about her, but shrugged it off as it must just be the nerves pulling a fast one. These nerves, of course, were caused by the prescense of one of these folks, an undead man that those not accostumed to wizardry wouldn't notice, it was a very strong aura, but one that also felt corrupt in nature. As he tried to keep his composure to the skeleton's prescense, Syll was also surprised to see a sentient slime, one that had the knowledge to write no less! while he himself wasn't all that interested in that field, he knew that back in the academy this slime would be sorrounded by ecstatic scholars and researchers. Unfortunately the surprises were not over, as Syll clearly recognized the name of the old knight, i mean who hasn't read about the stories of the Hero of Santa Rosalina!? a living legend in this very room!

"...That's a very nice axe. I'm more keen to lances myself."

He simply nodded at the comment, after all what could a failure of a mage say to a hero like Ser Alberto? though a part of him wanted to talk about it, as Syll was pretty proud of the axe he carried. He also noticed the scroll the scholar was now holding in her hands, it was easy to recognize that was one of Grand Master Tew's scrolls, although a sudden, familiar feeling of rushed through his mind. After the scroll was activated, he noticed that his then basic knowledge the Eran language was that of near complete comprehension, the Master Tew was always full of surprises.

Syll kept paying close attention to each introduction, plenty of practicioners of the natural magics, it was quite interesting indeed. Eventually he was asked to introduced himself.

"Greetings, i'm Syllannan Marley, there is not much to say about myself other that i am a stu...former student of the Silverin Academy of Ællgan, in the northern country of Brannoria." he cast a small fireball on his hand for a few seconds before extinguishing it. "I may not have been an exemplary student, but i assure you i can handle myself in combat, and i could prove useful for the expedition, as for payment i just ask for the bare minimums to sustain myself, monetary gain is not really a priority for me. I look forward to work with all of you"

Syll took a few steps back and leaned against the wall, trying his best to keep his composure, as he's had plenty of bad experiences when talking to even small crowds.

 

[EdwardDewey98]

Cécilia listened carefully to what the wizard said with interest. Gawain was undead, and lived a long life thanks to his unlife, but it seemed like the wizard delved into mysteries that were simply not supposed to be looked into. The fact the man wanted to see again whatever cosmic creature that blinded him with madness was astonishing, to say the least, but Cécilia understood why. Or at least, she thought she understood. Believing that the wizard was simply trying to satisfy his academic curiosity... and thirst for revenge. "You might not believe it, Gawain, but I once heard your name in a theorem, citing some your own research on the usage of Mana." she said while writing 'Fellow academic, probably mad, approved.' into her notebook before looking back at the undead wizard. "Indeed, I recognize your fame... but do not take this as a offence. Over the past century, there's been more powerful wizards out there than there was one hundred years ago - Regardless, I recognize your worth, Gawain, and I want you to be part of the leading team with me." she said with a confident smile, much to the captain's disgust.

The Jester was quick to share his thoughts about his own abilities, being both a dexterous acrobat and master archer. But to Cécilia, those qualities were not something impressive; They were interesting qualities, of course, but there is only so much a mere man can do. That was until she realized when the man approached a bit more that he... had something about him. An unnatural charm and... a certain coldness that was not common. Could the Jester be using a spell of sorts to enchant those around him to like him more? Or was it something else entirely? With that in mind, Cécilia wrote down something in her notes. "Very... interesting abilities, monseigneur Deveraux... I want you to join the leading team as well. A skilled archer would be most welcome." she said, while writing something else on her note. 'Not human?'. The captain eyed Devereaux with interest for a bit, finding him charming if slightly too extravagant.

After the Jester introduced himself and explained his prowess to the Captain and the Scholar, it was now Dakarai's opportunity to explain his own martial power as well as clerical abilities. Cécilia was quite interested in the beastman warrior priest; Having the servant of distant deities among them was definitely something useful and she quite liked that he was not going to force his beliefs upon anyone that wasn't willing to share. It was rather refreshing after dealing every day with Cult Priests who try to force everyone to embrace the love of Gaia, and Inquisitors who will brand any common sorcerer as a follower of Nyarlaexedum. "It is truly a pleasure Dakarai... I must admit, your religious pilgrimage does not interest me much as I am not a particularly pious woman myself... but I am glad that we can help each other in some regard... And I am sure your help will be most appreciated when we reach the continent of Dúkũ." The captain approved of the crocodile man. He seemed to be a decent warrior, and clerics, even if they are of foreign faiths, are always an useful thing to have in a party.

With Dakarai done, Kastalli took the opportunity to speak, revealing her abilities as a bard and entertainer and her strange origins. "A Skæglin? Hmph..." said the captain, huffing and giving Kastalli a rather prejudiced glare. He was not the only one, as some of the Soldats were also giving her looks now. Cécilia noticed this, taking a deep breath before looking at the bard woman. "Mademoiselle, your abilities might not be much but your origins interest me. It is not common to see Skæglins deep in the mainland who are not throwing spears or axes at our faces besides their traders. And even those stay in ports or in their ships away from our settlements." She said while writing down 'Guide?' in her notes. "I must say, you look like a lovely lady... and I really like your ears." she said while giving her a lovely little smile.

Hopefully her words would give her some comfort among those uncomfortable and prejudiced stares. With Kastalli done, Zen proceeded to introduce himself in the shortest way possible. The captain didn't think much of the Tengu, but Cécilia could see the bird boy was a bit more than a common rogue. His clothing, his gaze, the way he spoke... this boy was probably a ninja. A type of spy or assassin that was quite famous in the Empire of Shige. Why was he here though? So far away from Shige? "Hmm... welcome to the team, Zen. Your abilities will be most useful... I hope you can teach us the basics of the Shigese language whenever we head there!"

Angelina took the opportunity to introduce herself after Zen was done, but Cécilia was not very impressed by her. She was yet another warrior swinging steel upon a battlefield, and her confidence, while a positive trait to an extent, annoyed the scholar a bit. The Captain on the other hand, realized how useful she is for the party. Having a strong warrior was always a good thing, even if she was a mercenary. "I believe she needs to be in the leading party, mademoiselle Cécilia. She seems like a decent fighter - and you do need people willing to get their hands dirty in front-line combat." he said, while eyeing Angelica. "Hmm... I suppose she can be part of it, but... nevermind." She said while writing a note next to Angelica's name.

When Sentry introduced herself, she surpassed everyone's expectations. A fearsome warrioress, a runeseeker, and a smith to boot - and if her story was to be believed, far older than she looked. The captain simply looked away, realizing that he might had been too quick in his judgment. Cécilia was just as fascinated as she's been with some of the other members. Her ability to use her powers to create a stone armor across her body was truly a rare sight even among the most expert Runeseekers. "Très bien! Truly impressive, mademoiselle." said the scholar, while writing down something in her notes. "Hmm... I hope you at least do more than swinging that sword of your blindly." said the the captain while side-glancing Sentry, arms still crossed.

"As for the drink... don't worry, we will celebrate once we are done here. I hope you all can hold your alcohol!" said Céclia, while turning her attention to the next volunteer that step forth. None other than Grunde, who made a short but adorable introduction. The captain looked at the slime with confusion for a few seconds before turning his attention back on the scholar. Could she really trust this thing? "You... want this slime on your leading team?" he asked, resting his hands on his hips. Cécilia eyed the captain for a moment before responding. "Grunde is a lovely creature... and regardless of what opinion you might have, captain, they are quite advanced and great spell casters." she said, as she gave Grunde a smile. The captain simply sighed and moved to the next volunteer.

It was now Gsera's opportunity to introduce herself and do a little presentation of her abilities. A druid and a healer; Quite impressive for a young Tuatha. But there was something more about Gsera that both the Captain and Cécilia could feel by just standing near her. A powerful yet peaceful presence unlike anything they've felt before. The two looked at each other, sharing confused looks before looking back at Gsera. "I... see. Your help will be most welcome, lady Sera... I might have a few questions for you later." said Cécilia, while writing down something in her notes. 'A natural witch? Something else?'

And speaking of natural spellcasters, the Vodyanoy with his gutteral yet raspy voice explained his abilities and told his story to the group. Cécilia started writing notes about Korzhev and his hexes; Having a shaman meant they'd have more opportunities to delve into mystical elements while traveling the world. The captain, on the other hand, looked down at the map that Korzhev was showing to all around him. "Hmm... Actually, this is a very rough map, but I think I know the approximated location... This is the Chudovo Boloto... I think that means 'Great Swamp', west of the Vernadsky region." he said, while taking a closer look at the map He then shook his head. "Sadly, I don't know much about the Great Swamp other that there's several Kingdoms bordering it. Hopefully that will be of some use, beastman." Cécilia butted in the conversation, looking at the map as well. "...And who knows, maybe we can help you find your people again. If you so desire, Monsieur Korzhev."

As Korzhev looked back into his map with this new information, Cécilia finally turned her attention to young Callop, now realizing that he was indeed a young child. While she looked uncomfortable as the young orphan told his tale, the captain gave him a compassionate smile and pat on the shoulder. The idea of recruiting a young boy was preposterous for the scholar and she was ready to write him off until the captain spoke. "I believe he should be going with you, mademoiselle Delafosse. I know he might not seem much, but I don't have to be a sorcerer to tell that he carries some potential with him" he said while eyeing Fauxs. Indeed, Cécilia could feel the boy's magical essence. And the fact that he was traveling besides a Cú Sídhe, which are strong Fae creatures, means the boy has some potential to be explored. "I am not... comfortable with this idea, but I am interested in your abilities, Callop." said Cécilia while writing down something in her notes. "For now though... please stay close to..." She looked at the other approved members for a moment, thinking in people who could take good care of the child should the group be forced to separate. "...close to mademoiselles Kastalli and Sentry." She turned her attention at two women, hoping that they were not against the idea. "I hope that will not be a problem?"

With Callop now in the party, there were two volunteers left. The young Hobálfar and Ser Alberto. Syllannan decided to introduce himself first, speaking with a faint Brannorian accent. Cécilia smiled a bit, while shaking her head. A failed mage and a warrior? She thought about sending him with the rest of the expeditionary team, but realized that the axe he was carrying was enchanted. And by the rough look of the enchantment in question, he must have enchanted it himself. "I think he has potential..." said Alberto who was standing close by. Cécilia looked at the knight for a moment, thinking a bit before writing something down. While doing so, she also eyed Gawain for a moment. "Well, Monsieur Marley... I believe that you might have some potential just like young Callop... Maybe Monsieur Gawain can help you with your magical training?" she asked while looking at the undead sorcerer. "...But that's just a suggestion. Welcome to the lead team." she with a faint smile.

Now it was the turn of the old knight, but Cécilia looked at her notes and sighed. "Do I really need to interview a known hero such as yourself, Ser Alberto?" she asked in a joking tone, giggling to herself by the end. Alberto returned the smile and began stroking his short beard. "I suppose my repertoire is known across the land, but I must admit, my history is quite boring when compared to some of the interesting youths in this group." He said while eyeing the party. "I am just a knight. I lived and fought most of my life representing a small noble house. Nothing more, nothing less." Cécilia pondered if the knights attempts at acting humble were just a facade to hide his pride, or if he was being honest and he just thought little of his own achievements. "Regardless, I believe your abilities would be best suited for the leading team, ser knight." Alberto smiled while nodding in a sagely manner. "I understand m'lady. I'll gladly join these young folk... and the elderly madame." he said while looking at Sentry.

With that done, Cécilia looked at her notes approvingly. While not every member on the leading team were scholars or magic users, it was balanced enough to deal with all manners of situations. And if they ever got themselves into trouble, they still had the rest of the company to help. The captain looked at Cécilia as she approached him, whispering something to his ear before turning his attention on the party. "Everyone, please stand as a wall once more." He shouted and then gave the scholar a respectful nod. Cécilia thanked the captain as she stood in front of everyone, putting her notes back inside her satchel while the Captain walked into the castle itself. "Ladies and gentlemen, I am glad to congratulate every single one of you on both teams. You are volunteering for one of the most ambitious and expensive adventures ever heard of. One that will surpass the tales of famous explores such as Ahmed ibn Sharaan, Sans Caveza de Dragon, or Hrongar the Traveler! But I believe there's someone better equipped for giving moral rousing speeches than me. Someone that will help you understand how important for the whole world this expedition is." Cécilia turned her attention to the castle keep as its gates opened, the party stared as several Eranoiran Soldats emerged from the keep and formed two lines on the path leading out of the keep.



The group all stared at each other in silence, as a frail figure emerged from castle keep. Accompanied by the Captain, Védevel, and Crown Prince Reynauld was none other than the Emperor of Eranoire himself, Leshy d'Toulie-Laflèche. Most of the adventurers on the company kneeled at the sight of the Emperor with the exception of the two Dvërgr, who stood there in respectful silence. "Je vous remercie tous, mes braves gens... and specially you, mademoiselle Delafouse."

The Emperor, who appeared to be sick with a bad case of bloodbrick, looked at every single one of the group with a smile on his pale face. "What madame Delafouse said is true. This expedition will reconnect the civilized world once again, for trading and traveling is the lifeblood of our world. It spreads news, culture, and technology... but you are doing so much more besides that. You'll be visiting places no other man or woman has ever been. You'll be helping in the creation of the best mapamundi since the times of the Martorian Empire. Your names will go down in history!" The Emperor then looked at the royal clerks standing behind him. "...And for this, you will be rewarded with a sum of 250 denars, as payment up front, until you all return and be rewarded with the promised sum... And you will be rewarded even if the Bloodbrick kills me. My brother and heir has promised me so." said the Emperor, while looking at Reynauld. "Of course, while I do not share my brothers thrill, I do understand the importance of this expedition... Should you come back, you'll be rewarded with riches."

As the Crown Prince finished speaking, the royal clerks began handing the small pouches of silver coins to the company. Some of the clerks were a bit intimidated by Dakarai or Korzhev, and the one that gave it to Grunde watched as the pouch slowly sunk into the slime's body. "I imagine that all of you must have a thousand questions about this expedition. I will do my best to respond to them."

 

[Infab]

Devereaux patiently waited as the Captain and Cécilia inspected the group and assigned them to their respective teams. Surprisingly, he was placed into the lead team. He bowed gently, as Cécilia spoke of where he would be placed. "I thank you, madame!" he responded, before straightening up and glancing to the Captain whom was eyeing him a bit. Devereaux tilted his head, and shifted his pose slightly. Beneath his mask, he was grinning.

He quietly listened, as they went through the rest of those that had arrived. And soon enough, the inspection was complete. Devereaux gave a gentle, rapid clap in satisfaction with his hands, before directing his attention to where everyone else had directed their attention afterwards. The castle keep. Eranoiran Soldats? Ah, could our beloved Emperor be paying us a visit? He would prove correct in his mental guess. In fact, it was the Emperor as well as his heir, his brother the Crown Prince. He knelt just as the others around them had, showing respect to the sickly Emperor and his brother.

Once he stood back up, they listened to the Emperor's comments on their journey. Two hundred and fifty denars up front? Excellent. He could purchase several new arrows and bow string with it. Perhaps some strings for his lute as well. He smiled beneath his mask, as the clerks walked about and handed them their money. He took his quietly, affixing it to his belt with a leather strap, before looking back up to the Emperor.

"I imagine that all of you must have a thousand questions about this expedition. I will do my best to respond to them."

Devereaux bowed deeply once more, but in a more normal manner instead of his typical flamboyant manner. "...My condolences on your illness, my lord. I lost my father to the brick a long time ago. I witnessed the excruciating pain one must endure firsthand...and I suffered alongside my father until his passing."

 

[Auda]

Grunde looked up towards the captain as it waited for their final verdict, sensing that the man was not too eager to have the slime join the party. Someone disliking Grunde just as the slime finished its introduction was not a good sign, especially if that someone is the captain. Grunde can’t help it but to prepare itself for the worse. Just the thought of being rejected while hundreds of eyes are watching is too much and it can quite literally feel itself melt into a pile of green puddle on the floor. Luckily, Cécilia was able to put some sense into the captain’s head and they moved on to the next person in line just after approving of Grunde, giving the slime the space it needed to compose itself once more.

A familiar magical signature entered Grunde’s senses and it surveyed the area before yellow eyes landed on a man it met earlier. The emperor looked better, which is not much of an improvement since the last time Grunde laid its eyes on him, but the disappearance of blood-stained clothes is definitely an upgrade. Still, it won’t be too long before- Grunde trail of thought was cut off by a clerk handing it a pouch of silver. The slime gave the bundle of metal a confused look. Grunde knows what it’s for but never in its life did an opportunity to use coins ever appear. The slime didn’t need to buy food for sustenance, nor did it need things such as clothes or weapons. Grunde’s hand swallowed the pouch as the coins traveled from its hand through the arm before nestling in the middle of the slime’s body. It didn’t look like Grunde could absorb it. There’s too little magical energy, too processed.

Awkwardness filled the air as Grunde stood still, not knowing what to do. It heard Devereaux introduce himself to the emperor without hesitation and the slime can’t help it but to feel a little jealous at the ease of the jester in starting a conversation. Looking around once more, Grunde looked for a victim to practice its poor social and conversational skills with. Everyone seemed so tall and intimidating that the slime almost gave up before its eyes settled on a target. Kastalli, if Grunde remembered her name correctly, with her gentle demeanour looked like she wouldn't hurt the slime, much. With its mind made up, Grunde slowly moved towards the Skæglin before reaching out its finger to give her a tap on the shoulders, leaving a piece of green slime on the woman’s clothes. Without thinking, Grunde panicked and tried to brush away the slime with its hands, only to stain the clothes with even more slime. Now on the verge of a breakdown, Grunde grabbed the pouch of silver coins inside its body and offered it to Kastalli.

“Hi. Nice to meet you. Sorry for the mess.” Hopefully the silver coins will be enough to pay for the clothes and help save Grunde's sanity.

 

[Develius]

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"It is truly a pleasure Dakarai... I must admit, your religious pilgrimage does not interest me much as I am not a particularly pious woman myself... but I am glad that we can help each other in some regard. And I am sure your help will be most appreciated when we reach the continent of Dúkũ."

The Sobekan nodded agreeably at Cécilia. "Dúkũ can be treacherous, yes, but I know several safe routes that can spare us from the harshest punishments. I'll elaborate more once we get to it. You have my word." Indeed, while beautiful and vast is the continent, it was still tricky to traverse it without encountering trouble. Dakarai knew from direct experience, and from others before him, the dangers lurking within. He hoped that his knowledge would be enough to guide the unfamiliar through. He did it once before, sure, but they were solely his kin. They knew the risks; but these people here do not.

After patiently listening to the others, Dakarai and the others would be presented with the Emperor of Eranoire himself. The Sobekan was prepared to see a man of grandeur and power, plotted in gold armor with a demanding presence - something he heard and seen in human-based legends and stories. He almost was expecting some kind of tyrant - again being painted in what he read. So he was rather surprised when he saw a young sickly pale-skinned man enter into their presence instead. He was in a rather vulnerable state, but the crocodilioid didn't see or notice anything malevolent regarding his aura or intentions. He too would take a knee like the others and give a respectful bow to his presence. Bloodbrick was not common amongst the Sobekan race, but he had seen this take place with the humans living in his home continent. It was indeed a terrible fate for all who had it - puking out their ichorous blood and ravaged guts out in a gruesome fashion. And with no guaranteed cure, the Emperor's time was limited. Even the harlequin mentioned one of his own kin dying to it as well. Dakarai began to wonder how truly common it was for the rest of the world... and how this occurs.

"I imagine that all of you must have a thousand questions about this expedition. I will do my best to respond to them."

The Sobekan rose and then asked, "What's our designated route, my lord? Where is our first destination?"

 

[Breadman]

Sentry didn't let the captain's comment get to her. He just needed to see her in action. Once she was in position, she listened intently to the rest of her comrades introduce themselves. Sera she already met, but she didn't expect the girl to have such a talent up her sleeve. Those with a connection to nature were always handy to be around. But Sera wasn't alone as the frogman, Korzchev, revealed to be a shaman of his people. While he was a bit short and to the point, he seemed to take his profession seriously judging by his stance and confidence in his voice.

Next came Callop... with his pet? She didn't know what to think, but it seemed that he was joining them either way. He was young yes, but she was younger than him when she went on her first trek so many years ago. She may have to keep an eye on that one just in case. Finally there was Syllannan. A young mage that didn't quite get there. Maybe the one with the missing face would help him. Could at least advise the young man how to keep his own face.

Her attention was turned to the castle keep, like everyone else's. She marveled at the Soldats, appreciating the fine craft of their armor. And only after a few moments did she lay eyes on the emperor himself. The brick had taken it's toll on him, but he was still standing. Accompanying him was the crown prince as well. Seeing both men so close was a rare privelidge for few people outside the court is what she had heard from those around town and across their lands. It was hard not to feel a swell of pride in her chest.

I imagine that all of you must have a thousand questions about this expedition. I will do my best to respond to them.

Maybe it was being starstruck, but she couldn't think of what to ask them. Instead she may have to sit back and focus on some other things. Maybe some of her new comrades?

 

[Ace Cream]

Zen

Zen freezed briefly when Cecilia mentioned Shigese, but immediately followed it with a polite nod and an affirmation. "As you wish, leader." He hoped they wouldn't need to go to Shigese though, he crossed the ocean to escape that place.

After the interview was finished they're once again told to line up along the wall as Cecilia announced their acceptance into the expedition, Zen let out a relieved sigh to this. But he never expects the emperor himself to attend the assembly so he was pleasantly surprised with his presence, without hesitation Zen kneeled along with the others. Maybe it was an old habit, but Zen stays in kneeling position even after the others stood up. Only when people started asking questions does Zen realized he should get up. He did have a question about the expedition, but the lizardman had already asked the question so Zen just listened for the answer carefully.

 

[Emperor Sagan]

Like the others, Angelica knelt when the Emperor made his appearance, her sword all that was left standing tall against her shoulder, crossguard raised like a banner pole. She'd dealt with enough lieges to not be surprised at the sickly sight of the young man. Some masters had the cruelest names and legends, and turned out to be the worst of cowards. One of the hardest lords she had served under had been an unassuming mite of a man, barely the height of a town woman with a bookish constitution and scrunched face of the scholarly types. That bastard had been a good strategist and the campaign had been done in a year. More than a few fields had been watered red during that one.

She had no deep care for royalty one way or another, so long as the pay was proper and precise. The mission itself was a promising one, an extended campaign of exploration that promised a great bit more wealth and status. Gods, she could only imagine the treasure they might find. Lost kingdoms, ancient wizard towers filled to the brim with stolen goods? Temples of glittering gems? Angelica took the offered coin purse and weighed it immediately, balancing it in her open palm gently as if her hand was a scale. She then pinched the top and felt how heavy it hanged between her pinched thumb and forefinger. The initial appraisal was promising, but it was rare that even poor swindlers would cheat their contracts on the initial payment. Up front everything was supposed to look nice. The real problem would be the payment upon getting back, especially if the Emperor was so sickly that the contract holder would likely change hands. Still, she'd count the coin later when she had a chance just to be sure. More than a few paymasters in her time shaved off a few coins per mercenary, and while three or four coins missing didn't seem so big a deal, you'd end with a hefty amount once you processed two hundred fighters. That lead to a few pudgy paymasters walking away with more than the knights in the horn.

A question came to mind, causing her to bite her lip in consideration. "My liege," she asked, bowing low once again in the typical placating style. "How many banners will we march under? Will this expedition be carried out wholly in the name of the Empire of Eranoire, or under the crest of the expedition leader herself? Or perhaps both, or more?" The contract holder was often the one to hold the most responsibility for the people they hired, but the more banners - the more leaders - the more that responsibility was fractured among various stations. And marching under the banner of a full state offered all sorts of nifty perks, but so did marching under the banner of an individual, or under a flag of their own creation. A regular, old-fashioned free company.

 

[Dmaster]

Gawain nodded to Cécilia once she had managed to recognize him and subsequently hire him onto the leading party. Not only that but she had read one of his studies, to which he cocked his jaw about before replying. "Oh is that so? Wonderful! I will have to pick your brain on the details of that study when we have a free moment." he said quite pleasantly, allowing the others to introduce themselves in turn. Once all was over and done with, the undead wizard had a great deal to process.

From the others' introductions he was given a lot to process, the strange nature of Sentry's predicament as well as the magic user that wronged her was intriguing indeed. There was something off about that womanly creature from the forest, Sera, but Gawain could not place his finger on what exactly. The performer and mercenary seemed like interesting individuals despite living rather mundane lifestyles, and the same could be said for the courier as well. The priest and shaman also seemed to be good company, but only time would tell. The wizard only hoped that the beastly priest would keep his word about going on and on about his religion.

The true wild cards were the young child and his wolf companion, as well as the slime that was already introduced to them earlier. It was shaping up to be the strangest expedition Gawain had ever been on, especially with such approval from the leadership. Even still, it was hardly his place to criticize how the group was formed and who would be doing what. After all he was here for a clear purpose to further on his work, and how the others fared would likely would not interfere with matters too much.

Soon he was up against the wall again with the others, thinking to himself yet again before the royal entourage made way for the announcement about this expedition. The good emperor was suffering from brickblood apparently, which was quite a nasty disease. Unfortunately Gawain made for a terrible apothecary, as any of his perished apprentices would likely agree with. When the coin pouches were passed around the wizard held up a hand and shook it, declining it as he said he would before the questions were opened up.

Seeing that he only cared about where they were going he felt no need to ask the same question twice, and he stepped over to Sentry as she stood off to the side. "So if I understand the situation correctly, you and I are both 'mortally challenged', yes? And I imagine you have quite a few years up on me. Fascinating!"

 

[Breadman]

It looked like the royal brothers had everyone's attention for now, which was what she expected. While he may not have questions for them currently, the information the others acquire from them should help regardless. It's not like they were in a hurry currently and there is plenty of time to get to know each other. She was a bit surprised that Gawain was the second person to break the ice with her, but given her nature and his profession, that might explain it.

"Mortally challenged." She scratched right under her chin with a finger "I think calling it that is a good way to describe the spot we're in, master wizard." She said with a smile towards him after thinking it over for a second "I lost track of the centuries a long time ago, but to help you narrow it down, I was twenty-something years of age when I saw the rise of the Minotavri. If that is written in some history book somewhere it should give you an idea of how many years I have over you."