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

[Infab]

"I was beginning to worry that there would be nobody my size on this journey. Dn't believe we actually met. My name is Sentry."

The Half-Ork glanced up from where she had been sitting in the grass, her lower back resting against a rock as her shield and halberd lay next to her. "And mine is Katarrik. I am of the Orkey." she said, motioning to an empty patch of grass next to her. "Most tend to call me Kat, though. Simple, and gets the job done."

She looked back to the tent that Sentry had just emerged from, before speaking again. "I assume the hob finished telling you what she needed to? Quite excitable, that one." she said, smirking a bit.

She then turned her head to look back towards the bards. "You missed the elven sorceress sing a song. She has a soft voice...Could barely hear her, honestly." She pressed a hand to her chest, fingers splayed and pushing softly into her green skin. "Singing must be done with power. Put some emotion into it. Like those three horned ones, and my Devy over there." she said, moving her hand from her chest to motion to the bardic trio and the harlequin.

 

[Breadman]

And mine is Katarrik. I am of the Orkey...Most tend to call me Kat, though. Simple, and gets the job done.

Sentry sat down next to the orkey woman as Kat continued.

I assume the hob finished telling you what she needed to? Quite excitable, that one.

"Aye, Kassandra is exited for many things, but I gave her a real reason it seems."

You missed the elven sorceress sing a song. She has a soft voice...Could barely hear her, honestly...Singing must be done with power. Put some emotion into it. Like those three horned ones, and my Devy over there.

"Ah, but those those three are battle bards if what I understood was right. Magic even." The barbarian looked at the trio and back to Kat "Their songs will have more power to them than most by that alone." She leaned back, propping herself slightly on her arms behind her "I've heard many soft spoken girls and boys in my time deliver soothing songs after a long day, so I wouldn't discount their voices." Sentry was very curious about something else Kat had mentioned "While we're speaking of voices, how do you know Devy?"

 

[Infab]

"While we're speaking of voices, how do you know Devy?"

"My favorite little jester." replied Kat, a wide smile appearing on her face. "I've known him for years. We met as part of a hunting party, searching for a Lord's missing concubine. It turned out that she had run away with a brigand, a ways up north. I intended to carry her back, but Devy spoke his honeyed words to her and convinced her to return willingly."

She tilted her head, holding up her fist before her and extending her thumb. "Afterwards, we worked together in another hunting party a year later. Two years after that," She extended her index finger, "...We worked together hunting some beasties out west. Then, we actually fought one another a few months later as members of two rival lords' hired bands. Royal disputes are oddities, truly."

With that, her smile turned into a grin. "That...that was a fun week. Me and the Jester, engaged in pitched combat whenever and wherever we met." She then cut Sentry a glance. "You know, I actually defeated him once. Had him on his knees...but...he turned everything right around on me. He really is quite talented. Especially beneath the shee--"

She stopped, as she noticed Devereaux had glanced in their direction. He gave Kat a cute wave, before returning to strumming his guitar. "...I do forget he has great hearing. But anyway...yes. I know him very well." She glanced in his direction again, before continuing. "...If you hear me say that he's 'my' Devy, its just...what do men call it...a term of....endearment? I am not his betrothed. We simply have a bond of sorts. Close friends."

 

[Breadman]

"Friendship with added benefits." Sentry gave Kat a sly smile "Not surprising that he's a talented wordsmith with the ability to pull himself out of the fire. I envy him for that. My problems are usually solved by hitting something hard enough." She pointed to her sword "Either with this thing or this." Her hand balled into a fist to show the half orc what she meant. "But you probably have the same methods, eh? Being a professional warrior for how long now?"

 

[Elenion Aura]

“I lost someone dear to me by the hands of other cultists of Nyarlaexedum…”

Cal scoffed at the insinuation that he shared any kinships with the brigands that invaded Waterham beyond worship of the same God.

"We are not a monolith." Cal spat. Just as Gaia worshippers differed from one sect to the next, so too did the worshippers of Nyarlaexedum. In Cal’s mind, Syll’s confession of his lost friend had nothing to do to him. Less than nothing. His thoughts shifted once Syll switched gears to ask after Cal’s home. Thus marked the first—nay, the second time—a member of this company had inquired as to his life prior to the Company. Too close.

“Where are you from, exactly?”

"You needn’t concern yourself with that." Cal said by way of dodging the question. "All you need know of me is that, for the time being, our goals are aligned."

 

[Beann]

Kastalli listened to Ser Alberto’s words in silence, her eyes remaining glued to the ground beneath for she feared if she matched the old man’s gaze, she would burst into tears. His words made her think more and more of what Saito would have wanted for her. While she knew her husband through and through, she could never say with full confidence what he would have wanted in a situation like this. Whenever she thought of him, she could remember his patient smile and how sweet he sounded, despite his constant stuttering. However, she also knew he was an envious man, one that lacked the confidence to see the greatness in himself, and in turn, was a bit selfish when it came to her. Most importantly though, he had always put her happiness above everything else.

She shook her head slightly at his question. No, she wouldn’t want Saito to remain unhappy if she were to leave this world. Making him smile was always a daily goal for her when they lived together. Feeling Alberto’s hand on her shoulder, she slowly looked up. She was afraid to meet his gaze but barely did so.

"His memory will always exist inside you, for he had left a mark on your soul so strong and pure that you still suffer his loss.

He was right. Saito’s memory was a giant mark that still caused her heart to throb with pain. She may be able to push past that pain eventually but she could never forget about him. Her eyebrows furrowed and her lip quivered slightly. Before she would allow anyone else to see her cry, she immediately gave Alberto a hug. As uncomfortable as hugging a full suit of armor, it was still comforting in her situation.

 

[Infab]

"But you probably have the same methods, eh? Being a professional warrior for how long now?"

Kat thought for a moment, using her fingers to count. "...I think...I've been fighting for eighty years now? First sixty were as a warrior for my clan back home, and the other twenty were on my own out here. The world provides a far greater number of honorable battles to take part in, compared to sticking close to my clansmen. I love them still, and visit them when I can, but my heart yearns to explore and meet the challenges of the world head on."

She smiled. "Before you ask, I'm one hundred and twenty. By Ork standards, I should be old and possibly crippled by now. But, thanks to my elven mother...I might live up to four times as long."

She held up her arm, and flexed it as Sentry had. Her muscles bulged, veins rippling across her bicep. "And you would be right, regarding the methods used. Though I stick to my uh...I believe it's called a halberd." she continued, before reaching over and patting the shaft of the halberd sitting on the opposite side of her. "I have the flexibility, it has the reach. Also good against cavalry."

She then looked back to Sentry, examining the woman. "...Do you wrestle, by chance?" she soon suddenly asked. "It has been a fair bit of time since I've encountered anyone close to my size to grapple with."


Malthara, after having been forced to sing something rather personal at Devereaux's request, found herself alone once more. Her eyes staring off into the wilderness, almost in a trance. Her mind, however, had returned to where it often went. A dark room. Sigils drawn on paper and on the floor. Unholy words seeping from her lips. All culminating in a night she could never forget.

Eventually, she twitched, and looked about. Everyone was still enjoying the night. She hadn't been in her usual daze long. She would soon sigh, before looking at the tent that the cartographer was using. Gawain had entered there, likely to converse with the co-leader of the company. She needed to speak with him, but didn't know when his business with her would be complete for the night. She'd need to occupy her time with something.

Anything to get her mind off past mistakes.

She glanced down, examining her clothes and robes. Perhaps a bath was in order? Bathing was relaxing, and it was a nice night. Maybe she could enjoy herself. Just a little bit.

And soon, she stood quietly from her log, moving towards the lake. She had noticed Paulin and Petro nearby, overlooking the lake. A rather cute pair, those two. But she'd prefer at least a little privacy until she was in the water. Through the bushes she moved, careful not to snag her clothing and robes on the branches and twigs, before arriving at the water's edge. There was enough foilage to keep prying eyes from seeing her, so there she stripped.

A toe was dipped, then her slender foot. And soon, she slipped her entire form into the water. She swam calmly, barely making a spash as she moved across the shimmering surface of the lake. And once she was far enough out, she simply laid back for a few moments. Floating silently, gazing up at the beautiful star studded sky above.

And she smiled.

 

[Breadman]

...Do you wrestle, by chance? It has been a fair bit of time since I've encountered anyone close to my size to grapple with.

"Aye, that I do." Sentry was warming up to Kat. Not as old as her by a long shot, but someone else who could appreciate the fine appliance of a good bludgeon. "Yatuski style may have gone into obscurity, but I'd be more than happy to share with someone else. Especially someone of your stature." She motioned with her hand towards the other members of the company "Many people here are fine and well enough, but I fear that they're either too short or too...how do I say it...brittle?"

 

[Roda the Red]

"All you need know of me is that, for the time being, our goals are aligned."

"Oh, secretive, are we? that is fine, i guess none of us have really earned the right of knowing about you just yet, But what you say is quite certain" Syll leaned a little closer to Calocis, and gave him a couple of friendly pats on the back. "We DO have aligned goals, so let us continue with our noble cause, shall we? Also, I promise I will attempt to treat just like any other member of the company"

The half elf stood up, unceremoniously brushing off any grass stuck on his rear with a few pats. "I believe dinner should be ready soon, we would love if you could join us, but it is fine either way. See you later, Calocis". Syll turned around and walked back to the heart of the campsite, now with a less guilty mind and a hungry stomach.

 

[Vexumin]

Nora skipped another rock across the surface of the lake. It was nice to have a bit of quiet with the sound of distant conversation in the background. However, she stops from skipping the rock in hand as she noticed something or someone in the water. She peers across the surface of the lake until she is able to make the figure out even in the dead of night. In that moment, her face radiated a redish hue as she realized what she had been witness to. Her voice stammers as she tries to find the apology she's looking for.

It shouldn't have bothered her as much as it did in this moment. She has seen people without their clothes before. Plenty of time during jobs has she used the period of time where a person is changing to do the deed, it being one of their most vulnerable moments. However, she usually sought to cover someone up after the job is done. This was a whole other situation that caught her off guard. Her hands raise to cover her eyes as she squeals an "I'm so sorry!"

She turns in place, crouching down, keeping her vision towards the dirt below to protect the decency of whomever was in the water. "I swear I'm not trying to peak, I'm just skipping rocks!"

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[Infab]

"Many people here are fine and well enough, but I fear that they're either too short or too...how do I say it...brittle?"

"Indeed. I've wrestled with Devy before, but he's a slippery one. A bit light, too." responded Kat, looking to the jester before continuing. "The Minotaur seems like he would be fun to try and take down. The older knight too, as well as the one with the squire following him around. The rest...I'd have to watch a bit."

She then glanced back to Sentry. "I'm sure some of the other company members would probably be up for it, for one reason or another, but...same idea. Have to size them up. I don't want to break anyone's back."

Breadman

"I'm so sorry! I swear I'm not trying to peak, I'm just skipping rocks!"

Malthara twitched, dropping back into the water so that she was upright and simply treading water. She looked towards the shore, her red eyes tracing the edge, before seeing someone squatting and looking away from her at the dirt. Oh, its one of the new members of the company. In fact, it was the one that no one had really spoken to all that much.

"It's quite alright. You can look." said Malthara in response, slicking her long white hair back over her head so that she could see the gnome better. "No harm has been done. I didn't know you were there, so it's more my mistake."

She swam in place, using her arms and feet to keep herself afloat as she spoke to the gnome. "You're...Nora, correct? I am Malthara. A sorceress of sorts."

Vexumin

 

[Breadman]

"Petro is a giant softie, so maybe you wont get too rough of a fight with him." Sentry tilted her head as she thought of the others. "Alberto is an older man, but he can still carry himself in that armor so maybe there's more to it. As for Swifty...given the two or three stories he shared with me over the past few days...you're gonna start fighting and then he's gonna do a trick that ..."

"...will make sure I don't end up crushed between the green lady's muscles like some poor sod who caught his foot in a beartrap." Waylond finished as he walked his horse behind them. Sentry turned her head and gave him a quizzical look "Oh pardon the interruption my lady." The knight bowed his head "I didn't mean to interrupt, but you were talking about me and I felt it would be appropriate to chime in."

"You've been doing that a lot lately."

"She's right, ser." Pot added much to his knight's annoyance

"I may be bold to do so, but its not out of malice. But back on the topic, if the lady next to you would need someone to spar with, then I would offer my services." Sentry squinted her eyes towards him.

"He's working from the codex lady Sentry." Pot tried to assure her "It states that a knight is obligated to make sure that those he's traveling with are in good fighting condition and that he should aid them if needed."

"Uh-huh..." Sentry cut Kat a look to see if she picked up on what she meant moments before.

 

[Vexumin]

Nora gulps as she stands and turns, her face still a bit red. Her hand seeks the back of her head, fingers running through her hair and bringing it to hang down over her chest. "Yes, my name is Nora. It's a pleasure to meet you." After a moment, the cambion shakes her head. "It's not your mistake at all! I should have had a bit more foresight than that. Of course people would seek the water after such a long trek."

The small woman shifts her eyes from side to side, a bit uncomfortable with looking right at Malthara. "I am sorry that we have not met sooner, Malthara. I am just not sure how to contribute to this company just yet and I may appear less approachable than I wish." Nora shakes her head. Best not to get hung on such things, nor let those problems be a bother for others. "I have not met many Sorceress' before. Magic is a something that kind of eludes me... or I'm not around it long enough to see it in action."

While she didn't say it out loud, what Nora actually meant by that was that when she was tasked with hunting down spell slingers, she never allowed them much time to cast said spells. Best to leave that to herself though. She has always been interested in magic nonetheless. The way of weaving spells always peaked her curiosity.

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[EdwardDewey98]

Spoiler

OOC: It wouldn't be a Gea update without a huge pause in the middle huh? thanks for the patience. Ya'all cute as Hell.

"MEAL IS READY!"​

Shouted one of the Hob travelers that had joined the company, who used to work as a chef back in Waterham. The company cheered and shouted out loud as everyone started to gather around the campfire. Old conversations ended and new sparked, many sharing their numerous adventures throughout western Helmos, some even talk of adventures reaching far into the east, where they witnessed the lands of Kentauros, Amazons, Horsemen and the natural mountainous walls of the Empire in the Clouds - but one of the recent additions to the group, a Qu'rai woman, captivates everyone's attention with her tales. "I've seen the sapphire walls of Anooshirvan, decorated by ruby scales of their dragon gods, it's people ruled with utmost benevolence by their large human overlords. I've seen the gigantic Statue of the True Mother in Entarush and even watched the Great Archbishop of Gaia crown the Hamalan emperor himself." She narrates as many young adventurers gather around her.

"I agree with Cécilia's sentiment, Edgar. I do not want her to risk herself for the sake of my research, for even if the travels are not in the direction of these Magi - I think I have an excess of time to see my research through. If old age cannot stop me now, there is no need to rush and make one of the company's leaders go mad."

"Bah! One would think that by being undead now you would be less boring, aren't you supposed to be the one that would take the unorthodox path of the scholar?" says the Lich as Gawain stores the gem in his pouch. Cécilia couldn't help but to chuckle a bit at the situation, the fact that she was travelling with a powerful wizard, who was also constantly talking with one of the greatest sorcerers of western Helmos.

"I do apologize for Edgar's theatrics, I did not come here to waste your time. It is far more precious of a resource in your hands than in mine, after all."

"Don't worry about it, monsieur Gawain, despite how annoying he might be, Edgar's antics are quite amusing, it's like having a flamboyant grandfather." she stated with a grin on her face. "A grandfather that can erase you both from existence!" exclaimed Edgar, his voice muffled inside of Gawain's leather pouch. "I know, monsieur Edgar." she said while lifting both her hands, her grin growing wider on her face as Gawain was ready to depart.

"I will take careful time to prepare for the god's capture of course, but to do that I need as much information on the being as possible. Its location is but one small part of the equation, from there I need apparatus and powerful spells to actually contain the being."

"And believe me when I say that I will try to help you as best as I can, monsieur. I am sincerely invested on your search, even if I also believe that it might be too dangerous for one man to do on his own." says as she opens the curtain to the tent, right as she heard the chattering of the rest of the company. "Ah, it must be dinner time... could you... fetch Devereaux for me, monsieur?" she asks while her eyes drift to the night sky above. "I have... something very important to discuss with him, something personal." she adds, her eyes looking back to Gawain's empty eye sockets.

Interaction: ( Dmaster ) Gawain

"Of course, make yourself comfortable. I'm sure you are just as tired as the rest of us."

Paulin sighed in relief as he sits down next to his crush, once he sat down on the log, he attempted to move as close as possible without making it obvious, and failing spectacularly at it. Many would consider his lame attempts to act causally as miserable failures, but the fact that Petrocles was still completely unaware of the young Eranoiran's affection was puzzling for some, and outright confusing for others.

"Aye, a good lake is worth a thousand acres of good soil. Precious clay on the banks, good fish to eat, treasures in the depths, water to sup so long as it is clean. But above all, good for the spirit. Water is soothing and calming, 'cept the raging storms on the sea, or the ferocious mountain rivers that'll dash you against the rocks in a fit of terrible rapids."

Paulin's smile grew even larger and his face continued to grow brighter as he listened to his big Minotavur crush. Everything he said was so poetic, Paulin knew that it was just the way the foreign Minotavur spoke, yet he found it incredibly charming, this, coupled with Petrocle's politeness and kind nature, it was only natural for the young farmer to feel attracted to him.

"Say, what were you going to say earlier? You seem a bit nervous. No one is bothering you, are they? Some of the mercenaries like to yammer like songbirds, without the melody or kindness."

Suddenly, Paulin snaps from his trance, a bit taken aback by the Minotavur's question. "M-m-me? Nervous? No! not at all." he said as he looked at the company gather by the campfire. As he looked at them, he noticed something that caught his attention, a human warrior whispering sweet nothings into a Hob woman's ear by the campfire. Paulin took a heavy breath as his eyes slowly drifted to the side, meeting Petro's black eyes. "I'll admit, I have been a bit nerveous... I-it's just that... I... I had a question for you, Petro." he mutters while he tightly grips his pants. "Uhm... have you... no, is... is it normal for a Minotavur back home... t-t-to date other men? I mean, c-can men date other men back there?" He asks meekly as his face becomes brightly red. "And if y-yes, can they d-date... human men too?" he asks again while trying to hold the need to bury his face on his hands from shame.

"B-back home in Eran, if you believe in the Cult of Gods, you are allowed to date whoever you want, p-people don't judge you much." he says while looking away, still blushing profusely. "But if you believe in the Church of Gaia, you are expected to be with a woman, f-for that's what Goddess Gaia intended w-when she made the world." he murmurs while his head slowly turns back up to look at Petro, his expression showing clear anxiety. "I... I believe in the C-Cult, h-haha." he stated nerveously, his expression looking oddly unnatural as he still attempts to act naturally, much to the pain of those witnessing them.

Interaction: ( Emperor Sagan ) Petrocles


While everyone walks past them to gather food and then settle near the fire. Alberto stood there in absolute silence as Kastalli hugged him as tight as she could, she was crying. His fatherly eyes looked down at his friend. Despite the fact he had his gauntlets, he couldn't help but to return the hug as a tear of his own fell down his cheek. He knew this pain she felt well and he knew how hard it was to move on. "I know my dear, I know how much this hurts." He whispered as his hand gently petted her head. "But you are a very strong woman, I can see it in you, you have the bravery of a Rakshasa!" He said, trying his best to cheer her even a bit.

"...You will move on, I am sure you are capable of doing it because of your strength, and when you do move on from this heart aching pain, you'll do so with Saito's mark on your heart." Kastalli teary eyes met Alberto's as she meekly looked up at her friends face as he solemnly spoke. "For he had taught you to love like none other ever did... and even if you love again, nobody will take that away from you." He said with a big, fatherly smile on his face. "Aver, lets clean those tears off your face." he said as his metallic fingers cleaned Kastalli's tear off her face.

Interaction: ( Beann ) Kastalli

 

[Dmaster]

Gawain shakes his head at Edgar's criticisms. While it is true that he is willing to take paths that are unorthodox to reach his goals, he was not so keen on endangering company leadership like the lich was desiring. He was quite curious about how things may turn out if Cécilia were to stop using the amulet, but given how the matriarchs of her family ended up he had enough prior knowledge to know that it likely would not end well.

When asked to fetch the masked performer, the skull-headed mage gave a simple nod. "I haven't the foggiest idea where he is, but seeing that I don't eat I suppose I've nothing better to do than to assist you," he answered. "For now I bid you farewell, madam. If I have any ideas for how you may aid me in my research I shall seek you out."

With that Gawain started to leave the tent, his hollowed out eyes starting to scan across the camp site in search of Devereaux.

 

[Infab]

Devereaux continued to strum softly on his lute, simply tuning it as others began to feast on whatever the chef had prepared for the lot of them. He was tempted to eat as well, but it obviously just didn't have the same effect on him as it did them. When asked, he refused. Simply saying that he would eat later when the rest of the company had their fill first.

What caught his attention, however, was when Gawain emerged from Cécilia's tent. It seemed they had finished their conversation. But now it also seemed that Gawain was now looking for someone. Curious, Devereaux stood up and set his lute aside before strolling towards the lich. "Looking for someone, Gawain? I could help if you need it." he stated, walking up and placing his hands on his hips. Almost as if he were in a pose.

Dmaster

"Uh-huh..." Sentry cut Kat a look to see if she picked up on what she meant moments before.

Kat returned the look. She knew full well what she meant. Others had occasionally attempted the same tricks with her. She was starting to wonder if everyone had a strange attraction to her muscular figure or just the shade of green she happened to be. Probably the former.

"MEAL IS READY!"

The call of the chef rang loudly, and drew Kat's attention rather quickly. She looked back to Waylond and Pot soon enough. "...Perhaps later, knight. After all, full bellies are also important when it comes to fighting conditions." she said, before standing. "I wonder what's on the menu..." she said, her voice trailing off as she moved towards where the others were already scrambling.

Breadman

"I am sorry that we have not met sooner, Malthara. I am just not sure how to contribute to this company just yet and I may appear less approachable than I wish."

Malthara nodded. "We have the later in common. Often I'm off to myself pondering a few things, or reading books. I'm quite friendly if given the chance." she replied, continuing to tread water. After a moment, she dunked her head back under the water, before sweeping her wet hair back once more.

"I have not met many Sorceress' before. Magic is a something that kind of eludes me... or I'm not around it long enough to see it in action."

"We're a rather scattered breed, few and far between. Choosing to learn magic without the assistance of a college or a local mage, much like witches of the wilds." she said, looking about as she motioned a hand around her. "Lots of trial and error...quite dangerous work at times." Her voice trailed off at the end, her red eyes seeming to stare off into space for just a few moments. She then blinked and smiled. "Magic really is something to behold. A mystical and wondrous thing, truly."

She then looked down at the water, before holding a hand out over it. And a moment later, streams of water gently moved up from the lake. They met in her palm, hovering in place as they formed a large ball of clear water. "Although I know many different spells, I've almost mastered elemental magic entirely."

Vexumin

 

[Dmaster]

When it came to locating Devereaux in the crowd it became abundantly clear that Gawain need only follow the sound of the lute being strummed, though that location method quickly proved ineffective when the bard stopped his song to actually come meet him. The wizard had only made a few paces outside of the cartographer's tent before they crossed paths, and he initially responded with a gesture of his thumb toward the tent he was exiting from.

"Yes actually, I was looking for you Devereaux." he starts, "Cécilia wishes to discuss something with you. She stated that it was rather important, but did not say what. Then again I did not press her as it is hardly my business," he replied.

 

[Infab]

"Yes actually, I was looking for you Devereaux." he starts, "Cécilia wishes to discuss something with you. She stated that it was rather important, but did not say what. Then again I did not press her as it is hardly my business," he replied.

Devereaux looked past Gawain, as he thumbed over his shoulder at the tent. "Ahhh..." he replied. He knew what it was likely about. "Alright then. I'll go and speak with her." He then looked back to Gawain's empty eye sockets. "Food is ready, though with you being a lich... I doubt that's really needed." he added with a chuckle, before slipping past Gawain and into the tent. Once inside, he removed his mask and pulled his outfit's hood from off his head. "Good evening, madame." he said, a hint of cheerfulness in his voice.

EdwardDewey98

 

[Beann]

Kastalli knew deep down that Ser Alberto was right, she was capable of moving on —- eventually. For now, though, she would still continue to mourn, and maybe with more time, she’d feel comfortable opening herself up to the idea of another partner. She offered him a weak smile as he brushed a tear from her face. “Thank you,” she spoke in almost a whisper as she brought her arm up to use the sleeve of her dress to dry the rest of her tears.

With her ears still lowered, she turned her head weakly to see most of the company walking past the two of them. It had been announced that their meal was prepared not a few minutes ago and with all the distress that she was feeling, she had worked up quite the appetite. “I am going to join the others for food,” Kastalli bowed her head to Ser Alberto. “Thank you again,” with a flick of her ear, she turned and walked towards where the line had formed to be served food.

EdwardDewey98

 

[EdwardDewey98]

Once Gawain departed, Cécilia sat back down, rubbing two fingers against her temple nervously as she thought of what was about to happen. She knew that many members of the company would not take Deveraux's vampirism well and despite having an open mind, she had to admit that having a Vampyr among them was a bit unnerving. "Hey, little guy... what should I do?" she asked while looking at the jar hanging from her backpack, the jars lid opening slightly to reveal Grunde's yellow eyes and in a comedic way, the slime simply shrugs, making Cécilia smile. However, her attention returned to her tents entrance as they curtains moved, revealing the charming jester.

"Good evening, madame."

"Ma Déesse, Deveraux, regarde dans quoi tu t'es embarqué." She said as a tired smile formed on her face. "Please sit down, my friend." Deveraux then sits down by a stool facing the scholar, Cécilia takes a deep breath as she looks at the vampyr jester. "We will do this tonight, I'll tell the Wizards first before we announce it, because I know they are not close minded and we will need their help should the others get too rowdy." Her gaze started to drift away as the thought of losing half the company crossed her mind. "I know we count on Ser Alberto, and I doubt many among the main team will complain, perhaps we might get a few superstitious statements from Sera and Kastalli, but they seem to appreciate you as a companion." she added as her eyes focus back on Devereaux. "I'll be honest, I'm quite scared but I imagine you are more scared than me, I might be throwing you into the wolfs maw here."

Interaction: Devereaux ( Infab )


"Come eat, ya knobs!" shouted the Hob chef as he motioned the company to approach with his large wooden spoon. "Just a spoonful!" he says in a joking manner as he waves the wooden utensil, most simply roll their eyes at the lame joke.

Thank you again.

Alberto did not reply, he just gave her a gentle smile and simply walked away, past his fellow companions who walked towards the campfire, he was going to join them after taking off his armor in his tent. Once inside his tent he took a deep, labored breath as he shakes away the memory of his wife. After a minute of silence, he began to take off his armor, normally he would ask for the help of Waylond or Pottery to remove his armor, but it appeared the two were busy not a few minutes ago, so he decided to remove it himself, even if took him longer to do so.

"Joder, que viejo que estas tío." He murmured as he removed the last bits of his armor, pilling it up next to his cot. Freed from his plate protector, he emerged from his tent feeling even more exhausted than before. "I am starving! What do we have here?" He asked cheerfully as he approached the Hob chef. "Ah, master Albert, 'tis the classic!" said the Hob chef as Alberto smelled the air. "Oh yes, a good old Shepherds's pie!" said the old knight as the Hob chef laughed and offered him a wooden plate with a portion of shepherds pie. "Thank you kindly, master Hob." He said before sitting down by the fire, finally resting his weary old bones.

Right as he was about to eat some of that delicious meal, he heard the raspy old voice of one of the company members. "Master Alberto, could I ask you something?" He recognized it as the voice of one of Qu'rai that had recently joined them, a fellow elderly adventurer. "Hm? Ask away, madame!" He said with a smile before eating some of the pie. "I remember the day everyone talked when the Tarasca died." said the old Qu'rai and immediately Alberto's expression changed to a much more serious one. "I was a wee lass but I remember the day you and the other knights left to the island of Aranca... and I remember when you emerged from there, what happened to the other knights?" She asked, her dark eyes looking straight into Alberto's as the old knight gently pulled the spoon off his mouth.

"Ser Amero, Ser Franco, Ser Auxedo and Ser Goncalo died fighting the beast, honorably... like real Caballeros..." he said solemnly, but those paying close attention to the old knight would notice that one of his hands was shaking ever so slightly. "What about Ser Kasimiro? He was well known at the time my people had visited Tarantina." Alberto sighed in relief. "Kasimiro? He had abandoned the Order of Salavianca, and joined the Order of the Griffon. He said the Order had abandoned our ways of helping the common folk and just wanted to pursuit glory, at the time I did not agree with him but after I... defeated... the Tarasca, I realized he was right. When I became the grandmaster I promised that I would do everything in power to stir our order in the right path." Alberto looks at the night sky for a moment, thinking. "Last I heard of Kasimiro... he had traveled to Dúkũ recruited the orders first Siliwa recruit, some young boy called Gereiwa, I wish to meet Kasimir again, he always had his heart on the right place."

After a moment of silence, Alberto realized that most people surrounding the campfire had turned their attention to him. "Oh, uh... the foods' pretty good, eh?"

 

[Infab]

"I'll be honest, I'm quite scared but I imagine you are more scared than me, I might be throwing you into the wolf's maw here."

Devereaux nodded, a faint smile appearing on his face. He ran a hand through his blonde hair, breathing a sigh, before speaking. "I'm always scared when it comes to revealing what I am, madame... The thought of one of these fine folk deciding to try and lop my head off with a sword or axe has crossed my mind a few times. Others have tried before, of course, but... you never really get used to it."

He folded his arms afterwards, eyes gazing down to the ground between them. "...Kat, the half orc that joined up with us, already knows. We've worked together several times in the past. She'll defend me too, if something happens. As for the others... I hope they take it well. And I really hope that petty superstition can be cast aside." he said, before letting his eyes wander up to Cécilia's face. "...I'll try and make my case to them all, if I can. Hopefully they'll listen and give me a chance."

 

[Emperor Sagan]

"A question?" Petro asked aloud, listening to Paulin divulge his anxieties. The Minotavur scratched his chin as the light of the campfire glistened in his eyes. "Well... certainly! There are plenty of large families with two men together - why, it's practically tradition!" he laughed heartily. "I don't suspect there is much issue in them being human or not, or anything. We Minotavurs certainly aren't like those... disagreeable folk from Waterham. Usually. Well, to be honest, sometimes, but not everyone!"

Paulin squirming around didn't go unnoticed, and Petro wondered what exactly had gotten into the adventurer until an idea began to form. It started to become obvious now as he spoke of the Cult of Gods, and his belief in it. He felt foolish - how had he not realized it before?

Eyes widened a little, Petro lowers his head down near Paulin. He raises his hand to shield his mouth as one does when speaking secretively. "Do you have a crush on someone? I'm no priest but I can help you speak with them, if you need help."

 

[Vexumin]

Seeing magic in action was something else for Nora. Sure, she had seen it's beginnings more times than she could count, but never the part that mattered most. The result. The result of an incantation of mild spell was something she had always wanted to see. She could not lie to herself, watching the water travel up the sorceress' hand and gather into that ball caused the hairs on the back of her neck to prickle. She wasn't sure if it was just instinct taking the wheel, telling herself to be cautious, but she was simply too enthralled to react to those instincts.

It was magic. Pure in form. Elemental, as the bathing woman had said. Nora kept a small nugget of envy in the back of her mind, but the rest of her thoughts were sheer awe. She finally got to see magic.

"Magic really is something to behold. A mystical and wondrous thing, truly."

"Yeah... it really is," the small woman says, still watching the bubble of water shimmer in the air. She should say something more, but naught a word escaped her lips in that moment.

"Although I know many different spells, I've almost mastered elemental magic entirely."

"I can see. You are an impressive person, Malthara." Nora's body straightens a bit and she begins to fidget. Though this company was going to take some getting used to until she found her place in it all, Nora knew that in only a short time she has been shown kindness that is not usually offered her way. Fiddling her thumbs, Nora had to find some way to show her appreciation, especially to Malthara, but only words could come to mind. Maybe in the future her skills would be of use. "T-Thank you very much. It's not every day that someone does something kind. Showing me magic is a special gesture to me, even though it may seem simple to one such as yourself."

 

[Zillamaster55]

The words got caught in Anija's throat as she wondered what to say next, her mind bouncing around in circles still. She felt embarrassed, and her bone white cheeks flushed red as she did her best to overcome the awkwardness of the conversation. She caught on the one topic she knew she and Korzhev could properly bond over, and something that fascinated her deeply.

"My dearest Korzhev" she began, straightening herself and staring into his eyes with an intense curiosity. "When it comes to magic, spells, conjurations, is there anything you yearn to teach, something that you think anyone who practices should know?" she leaned forward, clasping her hands together "Because if you do, I must know, I must!" her voice becoming more energetic, like that of an excited child.

Learn...more...seek...truths from...friends came the voice, flowing over her mind like water. She flinched, but kept her composure as best she could.

 

[joshuadim]

Until dinner had been called, Gsera had spent her time talking with various others to pass the time. She liked speaking with people in general, and people seemed to enjoy her company more or less. But her attention was taken elsewhere when food was prepared for all to eat as she eagerly took her portion of Shepherd's pie and scurried to join the others. The food was good, and she enjoyed every bite, but found herself suddenly enamored by Alberto's sudden storytelling of past events and people in his life to the point where she held up a spoon close to her mouth but never actually finished the bite. It was fascinating to her to hear about such things and concepts. She didn't know anything about these "orders" or "caballeros", but she knew that it was important to the old man.

At some point she made a mental note to ask about it in the future what those things are. When he finished however and noticed all eyes on him, he quickly changed the subject to the food. Gsera herself nodded eagerly as she finished her spoonful she had kept raised for some time. "Yesh! Itsh vhery ghood!" she said in between chewing. She continued to focus on her food before noticing that Paulin was in fact speaking to Petro directly. She shot a grin and a thumbs up to the young lad as a sign of encouragement before continuing to chow on her food.