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

[Dmaster]

Released into the wild streets of the market after such a rousing speech from the Emperor, it was no wonder the expeditionary group had broken off to take care of their own personal businesses. Yet when it came to Gawain he was not sure what to think on how to best spend his time, casually dusting off his robes as he stepped through the various booths that flanked either side of him. With no need to eat or sleep, there were few material purchases that he could make, so he merely stepped about with his hood up and head low as he did his best to maintain a low profile.

His destination came to him once he realized that the city housed one of the most renowned libraries in the world, which was more than enough to pique his interests. Finding his way to the large building, he began to ponder what to look for once he stepped inside. When it came to narrowing down his search, he knew there to be various subjects that he could look into to further enhance his understanding of what he had encountered. Perhaps some history would shed light on those ancient obsidian pillars? Or studies of the planes and magic could help him pinpoint the beast's point of origin - give him blanks that need filling in? Fingers cupped about his chin he stepped inside, starting to pour through the various sections for anything that may be of aid to him.

 

[Ace Cream]

Zen

Zen watched as the knight stormed out of the tent. He was wondering why the knight was enraged like that but the seller's 'greeting' immediately told him what happened, the seller was playing hard-to-get so he could sell his potions overpriced!! Ha, Zen wouldn't fall for this trick, he approached the seller.

"Show me your best poisons and explosives." He then glanced around the tent trying to find some other things that might piqued his interest.

EdwardDewey98

 

[Fauxs]

"The Happy Goblin..." Callop said as he childishly pondered about the name of the establishment. Goblins are not really the most friendly creatures, but food is food, and the way Cecilia spoke about 'a fulfilling meal' was enough to convince the two to agree. "Umm... yes please! would it be possible for you to point us to the right direction? we aren't as familiar with the city yet..." he asked as he looked up to the woman and so was Fauxs who was patiently waiting for an answer.

While awaiting a response, Fauxs eyed around Cecilia and began to sniff the jar she possessed in which was inhabited by the friendly slime from before. the slime appeared to dislike crowded places such as these. Callop began to notice this as well, so he asked Cecilia another question, "Do slimes eat regular food? would he like to come and join us?"

 

[Breadman]

"Hammerhead, I could kiss you." Sentry was rather giddy from the quality of tools and the offer to work on her craft for free. "Though that might not sit right with your wife." Reaching for her pouch, she counted the money. Rolling an extra coin on top of the small pile. "Keep the change and give it to the boy. Let him have some fun around town and maybe he'll stop ogling your customers."

The anvil and tools were heavy as expected, but that didn't stop her going straight to the forge. It had been ages since she felt one's warmth on her skin. Ever since she left that tower, she was always on the move, leaving very little time to relax, let alone sit down and fix up her equipment. The wear and tear was beginning to show and would have gotten worse over time. Picking out the right hammer for the job, she went to work. Straightening out every dent, mending any crack and sharpening the edges of the blade. Once she felt that the base was sufficiently prepared, she picked up the tools she bought. Concentrating on her technique, she etched the words she learned so many years ago into the metal. The runes would form single words rather than actual sentences, but that's all she needed to do. That's what her grandmother taught her. More complicated structure while producing powerful effects, would create a too specialized enhancement. Thus creating a weapon that could only kill one thing or an armor that can only protect against arrowheads.

As is tradition, during the etching process, she would repeat the words in her own native tongue, invoking the spirits and asking them to find it in their good graces to lend their aid in the process. In turn she would use the blessings to carry glory and honor in their name. She could only hope that even among the city buildings, those ancients would be listening.

 

[Emperor Sagan]

Angelica followed the group around for a short bit before splitting away in hunt of a tailor and cobbler. Any time you were leaving on campaign, a new pair of boots was a necessity. And in her case, a few extra sets of clothes, lest her colors end up brown from all the mud and blood. Her slashed sleeves could make any young noble envious, and it was a matter of pride on the battlefield - as well as swift practicality over the clumsiness of heavy armor - but she couldn't very well live between her war attire and a nightgown she barely even wore in the first place. Especially if they were going to be on the march.

Afterwards... then the entertainment could come. One last night out in civilization was worthy of something special, and not from the usual watery beer marathons that they offered at the taverns. Coin was meant to be spent, and spent well. She knew some misers in her time who saved up their pay until they needed to keep it all in a chest. Usually, those ended up stolen, and the miser in question head first in a ditch somewhere. Still, she had no intention of leaving the city in the morning completely devoid of coin. Once the whole trip was done, she'd want all the gold and treasure she had to ensure she could buy herself a nice barony somewhere. Settling down wasn't quite her intention, but a place to keep the loot, and where she could have her own servants ready for her at all time, with stables, a bath, her own banner. Maybe a little extra pull with the magistrates on account of her landed title. Now that was worth a pretty price. She'd seen plenty of manors while on the march, with enough land to keep the serfs fed, or send to market. Hell if she'd ever pick some ridiculous mansion or cottage. No - she needed stone walls. The harder the better.

 

[Roda the Red]

Syll bumped with this one curious looking knight and apologized, but the knight didn't say anything in response, only a pained look with tears building up on his eyes. Life must be hard for the poor guy, as for his looks he was not of the strongest...yep, he was clearly of the weakest.

Syll waved at Korzhev, he wasn't surprised of finding him as it was a matter of time to meet one of his peers in these stalls, he then faced the shopkeeper as she greeted him.

Do you need Blood Leaf? Which is excellent for Healing Potions! Or maybe you need some Sotiran's Luck? Amazing for healing colds... but if combined with Alfari Root, it'll make an excellent Endurance Potion! I have also found a very rare ingredient... Ol' Lichen! If you get Mandragora Root, and get some grinded Alfari Roots, you'll have the best Stimulant known to any alchemist. Said to even awaken the recently dead!

"Well, those are actually pretty tempting, i think i'll take a handful of blood leaves, as well as some Ol' Liche, i'm pretty comfortable with using those. Also if you happen to have some, i'll also take some Marigold, Aloe Vera and and Ginseng, as much of those as to fill a small bag".

"Say... an offer for you too, frog... person... uhm, yes... I have come across some Leppa Berries. Amazing for healing if combined with Blood Leaf and Aloe... but it's most commonly used in Leppa Brandy."

Syll stopped for a second after hearing this...did she say Leppa berries, here in Eranoire? they're already extremely hard to get in southern Brannoria...he was thinking it was most likely a scam, more than once he came across charlatans trying to pass up dark grapes for Leppa. But if not, then there was a chance he could have it again after all this time... Purple Heofon.

"U-umm, excuse me, miss, i may also be interested in getting some of those...Leppa Berries, was it?" he had to play it cool, if this was true and the herbalist realized he really wanted them, she could try to raise the price, after all she would probably be one of the very few merchants to have any...Ah, the horrors of monopoly.

 

[joshuadim]

Gsera had watched the young man come and go, leaving behind a cuirass all alone as he returned back to his companions and left the drake both confused as well as intrigued. "Why would he leave such a nice piece of armor here?" she whispered as she approached it and picked it up to examine it. The craftwork was exemplary and seemed to fit both style and function. Had she not have her own armor, she would have kept it but she liked what she had spent a lot on and decided to, rather than let it go to waste, give it to someone else who needed it in the group she now found herself in as she held it in both hands and left the alley to try to find where the group was now.

It took some time to navigate the unfamiliar streets of Eran before she managed to finally spot Cécilia and those that followed her in the distance. Pushing past crowds and people she managed to reach them finally and tapped Callop on the shoulder to get his attention and present him with the armor piece. "Here, I noticed you were packing light. You can have this! I found it on its lonesome nearby." she said with a grin.

 

[Fauxs]

While conversing with Cécilia, another familiar woman approached Callop and Fauxs. It was the lovely miss Gsera carrying some sort of leather armor with her.

"Here, I noticed you were packing light. You can have this! I found it on its lonesome nearby." she said with a grin.

Although Callop was not mostly familiar with such armor, he still held out both of his hands and said "Thank you, Miss Sera, just the thought of you thinking about my safety truly gives me confidence." ending his statement with a wide smile as he looked up to the woman. "But... there's one little thing. I don't know how to wear it. would you mind helping me figure out how?" he requested pleadingly while still holding the armor on both hands.

 

[Develius]

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Dakarai carefully listened to Cecilia's history lesson while occasionally glancing over at the two massive statues. It was all a lot to take in at once, but he absorbed just enough to grasp the full picture regarding Eranoire's history and how they got to this point. And it was quite a story; one which didn't disappoint. From Empress Era's noble rise, to the insidious tyranny of Jean Claude d'Toulie, the retaliation through a bloodied rebellion, and all the way to the present, the Sobekan couldn't help but admit how much of an absolute miracle that they survived through all that. Especially regarding "The Mad Emperor", a figure which Dakarai knew from horror stories passed down through word of mouth and written literature. They terrified him as a youngster. And according to Cecilia, they weren't all exaggerations either.

The Sobekan lowered his head as the woman's emotions swelled, letting her gain her composure respectfully in silence.

"I am getting emotional again, sorry... I am very immersed in the history of... figures like our Emperor here. Good people, and specially good nobles, are hard to come by in history... It's another reason why I want to explore this world, to study as much of other realms history as possible." she said, with a smile on her face.

Dakarai nodded in agreement. "Understanding their history can bring upon great knowledge and clarity for your own people; regarding what to do in certain circumstances and what not to repeat. Just by listening to you, I can feel how passionate you are in wanting to establish a greater future for all within and upcoming. I admire this. And I believe others can agree~"

Before he would continue on, Grunde the slime would interrupt and show his dislike for the area around him. Indeed he was an odd figure within the marketplace, one perhaps a bit less fitting then even a 2+ meter tall crocodile-man. Dakarai pitied him, although couldn't quite blame him either. As Cecilia attempted to comfort him, offering him to go back into the jar, Callop would approach them and proclaim his hunger.

"Well, I know of a tavern and eatery that serves amazing food on the cheap. It's a haven for us scholars who want a quick but fulfilling meal... What say you? Want to go to The Happy Goblin?"

Dakarai could feel his stomach growl upon the mention of a potential meal. In hindsight, maybe he should've accepted Brother Terensis' offer before going out. Slowly he walked forward and glanced at the dark woman. "I suppose I wouldn't mind having a small bite as well."

 

[FloweryMuffin]

“Why, miss, this wolfsbane is indeed of fine quality,” Korzhev said as he studied the little pouch he had just received. “It would’ve been quite a lucky day if it came along with the borage, but alas, I shall come across some eventually. I will take some of the Blood-Leaf also. You can never have enough healing potions. Ah and how quick do they run out!” The words flawlessly rolling of his tongue brought him quite a joyful feeling, although it came at the price of the lady’s patience.

Nonetheless, he continued on once Syll had joined him, no doubt in search of herbs himself. He waved back at him in greeting. “A good day to you, lad! Why, I am glad you’ve happened upon the same stall as I! Not only are you knowledgeable in some magic, but plants as well, what a fine combination.”

"Say... an offer for you too, frog... person... uhm, yes... I have come across some Leppa Berries. Amazing for healing if combined with Blood Leaf and Aloe... but it's most commonly used in Leppa Brandy."

“Why that’s an interesting offer, interesting indeed!” he’d said, taking a look at Syll, who seemed as if he'd have a more urgent need for the berries, for purposes known only to himself. “Well, tell ya what, miss. If there are any left after this one makes his purchase, perhaps lend the last few to this old frog, will you? For I have no use of them other than for a little drink, to raise my spirits. As for you, lad,” he’d said, this time staring pointedly at the half-elf. “You just have to let me in on what other uses those Leppa Berries have!”

After a brief pause, “Now, madam, the prices. Surely you would not let us go off with the product of your work unpaid for!”

 

[joshuadim]

"Oh, right... well, it's very easy actually. The straps here help fasten the armor onto yourself, though you do need someone to help with the harder to reach ones." Gsera replied, taking the cuirass and putting it over Callop. She fastened several of the straps so that it would fit but when she took a step back she realized it was a tad too big for him. She tilted her head slightly before laughing: "It's a bit big on you."

 

[Fauxs]

"It's a bit big on you."

"I believe it is!" Callop chuckled back, "But I believe I'll grow in to it. perhaps I can have it fixed sometime but for now it'll have to do." he ended while smiling. Fauxs was simply looking at them the whole time and after the other two laughed it off, Fauxs approached Gsera and gently rubbed the side of his face to Gsera's leg, showing his appreciation.

 

[EdwardDewey98]

As the knowledgeable sorcerer Gawain made his way through Eran, he decided it was time to head towards the Royal Eranoiran Library. Created sometime before his death, he had heard it had become one of the largest and most valuable bastions of knowledge on the continent of Helmos. Knowing that he might get the chance to explore institutions such as this one in the future gave him several ideas. Could he find knowledge on the occult, or something on the creature he looked for so desperately?



When he arrived the marbled structure and walked into its halls, he had to admit it was rather impressive. Collections of books kept in perfect condition, from the common and mundane to tomes and grimoires dedicated to the magical and mystical. One of the guardsmen of the library, an Eranoiran Battlemage, rested his hand on his sword, looking at the undead sorcerer with suspicion. "Bonjour..." he said, in a bad attempt to seem cordial. But it was clear the battlemage did not trust Gawain solely because he was undead. Had necromancy and its practice been banned in Eranoire? It could not be, as he witnessed a few skulls flying around the library, carrying scrolls on their jaws. Such familiars can only be created by expert necromancers. Why was Gawain treated any different?

But no matter, why bother about the close minded nature of man when he had to explore some of these tomes and grimoires? What type of knowledge could these hold? But as he delved deeper into the library, he was surprised and rather disappointed that he knew most of these books just by simply looking at the names finely drawn or engraved into their leathery covers. There were a few surprises here and there, new theorems created by brand new and famous mages and sorcerers, but this was all knowledge he knew already! Among other surprises, there was a theorem written by himself - the one Cecilia had mentioned - his studies in the nature of Mana and magic.

(Roll 1d10 = 4) While looking through this selection of books, he managed to find something rather interesting. Tucked between the books there was a scroll. A scroll detailing how to utilize alchemical components and apply them in spell crafting. Something Gawain knew how to do, combining his body and soul's mana and the ingredient at hand, but his knowledge on these "alchemical spells" was limited at best. There were at least 25 recipes of spell here. Considering the state this scroll was, it was... safe for Gawain to take the scroll should he want to.

"By Gaia's water... is that who I think it is?" said an spectral voice, coming from above the undead Sorcerer. A familiar voice. "Gawain Epharim? Hah! The Wicca of Brannoria... now a simple zombie?" said the voice coming from a floating skull, adorned with carved paterns and jewels encrusted in the top and temples of the skull. That voice... this was an old acquaintance of his, Edgar Vatriné. An old sorcerer that was a fully-limbed Lich by the time Gawain last saw him. "I knew Lichdom would have been too complicated for someone like you but... to become a zombie? How far have the 'mighty' fallen."

"Show me your best poisons and explosives."

The potion seller glared Zen with distrust. To ask him for his strongest poisons was an insult. How could such a simple creature like Zen hold some of the most deadly poisons known to all races of Gea? "You cannot handle my poisons traveler. By just unbottling one of them, you could unleash death to a small portion of land - My poisons could kill a Ddraig or any type of Dragon known across all continents...! You better ask for weaker poisons... I've a few that might suit your needs." he said while opening his coat, revealing bottles and vials with darker colored liquids in them. "...This one here I've named 'Night Extract' - it's made out of powdered Garob, mixed with a diluted poison of a hydra and later mixed again but this time... with Hourglass Spider poison." He eyed the black bottle for a moment. "Indeed, this mixtures potency surprised even me! I can create poisons twice as stronger as this... but the toxins generated by these components play perfectly with each other... If you coat your blade with this, you'll watch as your victim falls to the ground and die in a mere 3 minutes. Tested it myself... with a volunteer of course." he offered the bottle to Zen. "...5 of these will cost you 50 denairs, crow boy."


The sound of hammering echoed in the shop as both the Smith and his assistant watched Sentry use her knowledge in smithing to perfect her blade. Later, through a ritualistic method of Rune-crafting, she began to enchant her blade - an ability that only the Runeseekers posses. Both the Smith and the assistant were surprised, if a bit intimidated, by the fact a heathen was casting some weird magic in their shop. "W-What she doin' master?" asked the young assistant. The blacksmith swept the sweat from his forehead with a soiled rag before answering. "...Heard the stories about 'em weird folk... the dwarves up north say that these... 'Runeseekers' can see the runes of the world. They can modify things... or make 'em stronger, or give somethin' new abilities. From weapons... to flesh." The young assistant made the symbol of Mother Gaia when he heard the last line.

(Roll 1d10 = 7) As Sentry practiced her abilities for the first time in a while, she was able to shape a new rune into her blade. And through her eyes, see the power now imbued with it. If her soul was strong and her strikes were true, she knew her blade would cause even more damage. Not bad for someone who hasn't had the chance of practicing often. The ancients must have heard her. Satisfied with her new enchantment, she bid farewell to the blacksmith and the assistant, both returned the gesture with a genuine friendly smile and a hidden feeling of relief knowing they wouldn't have to worry about weird magic in their shop.

Now she was still gathering strange looks from people, but this wasn't about her looks alone now. They were both impressed and scared about the fact she was carrying an anvil with little trouble. Though she knew that she wouldn't be able to carry this for too long, even a strong woman like her had her limits.


While traversing the streets, Angelica went looking around for extra clothing just in case this set of clothes would get dirty or broken while marching. But the sad truth was that Eranoiran clothing was sadly inferior when compared to Hamalan clothing. There were just too many tunics and flax clothing, typically worn by peasants, but even the more fancier clothes and hats were long and loose. Their feathered tricorn hats were just too small and dull looking for a woman like her, used to the mismatched but colorful looks of the Dragenjager. Some of the noblewomen dresses were fancy and pretty, but unpractical and useless in combat. Frustrated with that, she decided it'd be best to head to the nearest tavern and have a day of fun. After all, they'll be marching for a long time. She had heard about a tavern in the city from one the patrons of the inn she was staying. It was right next to an eatery known as 'the Happy Goblin' and it had a rather 'colorful' name to it - 'Buxom Roxannes Tavern', apparently named after its original owner.

As she traversed the streets, a disappointed Devereaux made his way through the busy streets, letting out sighs of utter disappointment as the local musical workshop told him the sad truth. Without paths down to the Republics and southern Kingdoms, there was no way for him to obtain a violin of the most exquisite quality. If there's a thing Sartonians knew how to do well, it was creating beautiful instruments. He was able to buy an instrument however: a fiddle made with Sotiran Red Wood. A good instrument, albeit a bit too rustic, but it was definitely going to do the work for him - and only for ten denairs! As he walked down the streets, he noticed that Angelica was making her way to one of the many local taverns in Eran. But this was none other than Buxom Roxannes! A place filled with adventurers, bards, mercenaries and other type of colorful characters. Might as well catch up with her!

Devereaux followed the colorful mercenary into the building, and both soon enough learned why this tavern was so famous. As soon as they entered, they were welcomed by the strong smell of beer, wine, mead and ale. Laughter and cheering could be heard all over, and there were even small but controlled brawls going on. One thing Angelica was able to tell was that there were several other warriors and mercenaries just like her. Men and women looking for glory and gold. She knew that if she or another more charismatic person tried to recruit some of these people, some would definitely join the caravan. But besides that, she now wanted to have a strong drink and a good meal!

"U-umm, excuse me, miss, i may also be interested in getting some of those...Leppa Berries, was it?"

The herbalist smiled at Syll, and gave the young half-elf a nod before revealing a small pouch with Leppa. That sweet smell was unmistakable - these were genuine Leppa Berries. An extremely hard to come-by fruit that was known to grow in some places in Southern Brannoria, but it is most commonly found in Orkish lands. It was bittersweet, VERY bittersweet. The ones with the weakest endurance would describe them like eating ten lemons at the same time. Yet its usage in drinks and alchemy was legendary, with many brewers consider making a Leppa Brandy as some sort of 'graduation' ritual. As expected, Syll's eyes lit up with wonder as the herbalist placed each berry branch on the table. There were 5 branches of berries. "These were hard to come by, but I managed to buy some from an Ork traveler. Pleasant little brute that one."

“You just have to let me in on what other uses those Leppa Berries have!”

"Oh Leppa has many uses, sir... uhm...You person you... ehem, it is used as an enhancer in a lot of potions. It's properties just have a natural chemistry with most potions and even some poisons." As she told Korzhev the effects of the berries and their fame, she placed both of their orders in small little pouches made out of leather. For Syll, he would receive 5 Blood Leaves and 5 Ol' Lichen as well as an assortment of various other herbs and plants which would cost him 17 Deniers. For Korzhev, he would receive 5 Blood Leaves an assortment of various herbs and plants which would cost around 8 deniers.

"As for the Leppa itself... each branch would cost you 20 deniers! Not cheap, but not outrageous either, right?" she said while showing the berries to both men. "See? In perfect condition, ready for either consumption or extracting!"






The Happy Goblin, according to Cécilia, was named after a young Goblin adventurer (also known as 'The Ugly Goblin' among other Goblins because of his human-like features) known for his travels with Master Tew, of Silverin Academy fame and a few other adventurers that are still adventuring these lands. This goblin adventurer was known for dancing and singing and always looking or acting happy. He was a bit infamous too among the Eranoiran nobility, having seduced his way into the hearts of plenty of noble ladies and a few noblemen as well. However, this only made him more popular among the Eranoiran commoners.

The eatery itself was a fine building, filled to the brim with patrons all eating varied local dishes such coq au vin, a dish made by cooking chicken in red wine and seasoning it with fine herbs. But the cacasse à cul nu was specially popular, made in a Fryskalin oven with potatoes and onions and served with bacon or smoked sausages. One would expect a place as full as this to not smell good, but the smell of the food drowns away any nasty smells brought in by people.

A few people gave a few odd glares to the party, mainly towards the Dakarai and his imposing figure. But other than that, it was rather peaceful. "Ahh.... the Happy Goblin, a much better name than the previous one. I remember when they still tried to compete with Roxannes place, but let's just say there's a difference between lewd and outright perverted." said Cécilia while casting a small spell into Grunde's jar in an attempt to feed them. Ser Alberto eyed Cécilia for a moment before looking back at the party. "...Does anyone got any idea what she's saying now? She keeps... trailing off. I'm supposed to be the old senile person!" Cécilia let out a chuckle, having overheard the old knight. "I'm far older than I appear to be, Ser knight... And while I'm not senile, I am definitely not deaf."

Alberto was a bit confused by what she just said. Did she just admit to be more than just an scholar? Not that it mattered at the moment at least. "I'd love some tripes right about now. My mouth waters thinking of tripes... or... oh dear Gaia! Black pudding... the best thing that Brannorians ever came up with!" said Paulin while gently stroking his belly. Clearly hungry at the moment. Cécilia then looked at Dakarai, Gsera, Gallop and Kastalli, but spoke loud enough so Grunde could hear as well. "Well, my friends! We are here, and I'll have a talk with out good host today... Tonight, we are all eating for free! Eat to your hearts content!" she said while clapping her hands together. Alberto and Paulin's eyes lit up when she said this. "I am getting a lot of wine and chicken right now!" shouted the knight before charging off towards the counter. "H-hey Callop... you said you are hungry, right? Let's go eat a lot!" said Paulin while kneeling down in front of Callop and Fauxs. "...I am sure we can give a few bones to your friend here!"

 

[Dmaster]

Gawain felt it unusual how he could get stares from others in the library when there were so many other macabre beings around him. Once more ignorance wins the war of perceptions, people all too happy to jump to the easiest conclusions than delve deeper to shatter their preconceived notions. The wizard could have ranted inwardly about this for several decades, and considering how drab the material was here he might have.

That was until he came across a rather peculiar scroll of some kind, going over the alchemical spells listed in his head for a few moments before pocketing the item. He couldn't memorize them since he had no desire to, given how far outside his expertise the subject matter was. As he turned to leave a rather... annoying effigy of someone he once knew spotted him. Had Gawain possessed the eyes to do it he would be rolling them yet again.

"Ah, Edgar - good to see you in... such good spirits." he said simply, transitioning his hands to behind his back. "A zombie is a bit of an improper summary, I would say. In my studies I encountered the most peculiar being - killed me in a matter of moments by me laying eyes on it. I was resurrected as... this." he gestures to himself. "I am trying to encounter the creature again, as it was like nothing I had ever seen, like nothing ever recorded! It is going to fundamentally change magic as we know it if I can study it, I know it."

 

[Breadman]

Sentry placed the anvil down for a few seconds to figure out where exactly to go next. The options were quite a few. Does she go pick up food for the journey? Does she search for materials for something more complicated to craft? What about some magics and potions?

The barbarian sat on her anvil and crossed her legs to rest her elbow on her knee as she wondered. Food would likely be taken care off by the expedition's organizers. Crafting materials will likely show up along the way if they stop in any settlements and maybe something big beast could have the needed materials. The more magically inclined members have already prepared ahead regarding anything of that nature.

Snapping out of her thought for a second, she noticed that some of the people were staring at her. Haven't they seen a woman think over her options before? These city folk really are prone to gawk too often. It's not like she was fully exposed like before. Someone would think she was a barmaid with those weird looks she was given.

"Oh!" She exclaimed. With her own work done, she had plenty of time to make another important stop. Sentry stood up and picked up the anvil. While humming to herself, she carried the chunk of metal to the nearest tavern she saw. She couldn't read the name sadly, but the hanging image of a jolly goblin clued her in on what sort of establishment this was. Entering through the door, she instantly recognized her fellow travelers. Perfect. "Hello again, friends!" She greeted the gathered party "Fancy meeting you here." The barbarian placed the anvil down next to her "So what will we be having to drink?" She said while looking over the others "I do owe you one, still."

 

[joshuadim]

Gsera felt the sudden thud of Sentry's newfound anvil on the floor as the large woman made her presence known to the group once more, much to Gsera's delight. "Drink, yes... what do they have?" she wondered aloud as she looked over a rudimentary menu written with chalk at a board. She might be able to read Eranoirian now, but that didn't mean she understood what many of the words on board mean. Ale? Lager? Port? She was rather confused as to this selection as she was just used to drinking water for the most part. She scratched her chin in confusion, trying to decipher the meaning before finally giving up.

"What is... ale? Lager? Al.. alk... alcool?" she asked to Sentry, rather embarrassed but hoping for some clarification.

 

[Breadman]

"Alcohol...it's something we make to get ourselves drunk mainly." Sentry told Gsera "And we get drunk for a lot of reasons. Today, we're doing it to have some fun." She told the girl as she tapped her on the shoulder "Ale and lager are a type of beer. Fine starters each, but maybe not something you'd like. Beer can be very bitter." Looking over the different barrels in the back, Sentry though of what to get "Ahh, but of course. A sweet girl like you, mead would be perfect. It's made from honey."

 

[Beann]

With Cécilia as their tour guide, Eran didn't seem as overwhelming as it felt when she first arrived. While the history behind the great capital and its rulers was interesting, Kastalli's attention was more or less elsewhere. Oftentimes, she liked to tune out the buzzing noises around her to fully appreciate the scenery. It was a wonderful sight to see the market so lively. More so, it was quite the surprise to see the variety of trinkets and other oddities that were being sold. She was rather accustomed to furs, weapons, and fish being sold back in her homeland. On rare occasions, some luxury items like candles or charms. Perhaps before they set off on their expedition, she could browse the market fully. For now though, she would stick with the tour group.

Eventually, once Dakarai's questions about Eran's history were satisfied, the topic of somewhere to eat was brought up by Callop. Now that it was mentioned, she was rather hungry. Kastalli wasn't quite sure about taking the young boy to a tavern though. Too many drunkards, not a very appropriate environment for someone his age. Still, as long as they remain a group, it should be fine. Just as they were expected on the expedition, they just needed to keep a close eye on Callop.

Hearing Cécilia's words, Kastalli's tail swayed excitedly. Free food and drink? That was awfully generous! "You are very kind, Cécilia, thank you!" With a slight bow of her head, she followed after Alberto to the counter, though she managed to maintain a calm attitude as opposed to the knight charging straight in. Although she was hungry, she wasn't quite sure what to decide on as for food. Kastalli hummed quietly to herself as she stared at the listed foods that were written in chalk. She did prefer fish over chicken but she couldn't exactly be picky with free food.

 

[Emperor Sagan]

"This place better live up to its name," Angelica remarked to Devereaux as she waded through the press of adventurers and warriors to find a decent standing table. She was surprised to see a place like this as lively as it was in the city proper, and not some crossroads inn out in the country. These were people she was much more familiar with. In fact, these were here people to a large degree. Random strangers who made a living from one contract to the next, swinging swords, mending wounds, and lighting things on fire with a snap of their fingers. From what she had seen within the Kingdom, things were pretty clean here, and that seemed to extend to the crowd. They looked to be a rough and tumble sort, but not so rough that she would need to poke out an eye just to get a drink. Speaking of which....

Angelica grabbed a barmaid passing by. "Get me uh... spiced beer and some roasted beef. And whatever my good buddy here wants. The good stuff, too. None of that peeled off the back alley steps kind of slop, either."

She turned back to Devereaux after a few moments. "Reckon we ought to get some extra hands on board for the caravan? I suppose we could always use some more bodies in the line, though this sort seems more the skirmishing kind. Don't think most of these pipsqueaks could hold a company line if they had their breeches pinned to the ground."

 

[joshuadim]

"Drunk... I don't know what being drunk is like but if you say its fun then it should be fun!" Gsera replied with a grin, "Honey sounds great! Honey and nectar are abundant back in the Eonach Coillte and a drink like this to get drunk sounds fantastic!" She quickly waved over a barkeep for their attention and smiled: "Yes! I shall have the mead!" she announced confidently.

 

[Breadman]

"That's the spirit." Sentry looked to the barkeep next "Barbelly, she's new at this, so give her something that wont knock her down. Preferably the sweeter blend." Reaching in her pouch, she pulled out another coin from her leftover salary "Wine for me. Your top shelf stuff."

 

[Ace Cream]

Zen

"Hydra you say??" Zen examined the vials handed by the seller cautiously. Hydra, the poisonous multiple-headed dragon. He never fight any hydra but he once in the past fought another poisonous multiple-headed dragon called orochi. Almost died himself if not for the steep cliff that ultimately ended the monster.

"I will take this. Good day." Zen slided the money and then flew away from the tent. He briefly perched on nearby tree to secure the vials in a small wooden box. He usually use the box for storing important document or another fragile items during delivery. Speaking about delivery, his next destination was the messenger guild but it didn't take long before he finished wrapping up his business there. He just needed to report all of the completed deliveries afterall.

Now that his preparation was complete, he can just use the rest of the money for himself. He flew merrily and landed in front of a tavern, Buxom Roxanne Tavern. He slowly opened the door and entered the building. Inside, his eyes darted from corner to corner for a good seat, but he spotted Angelica and Devearoux instead.

"Huh..." Zen approached them and overheard Angelica talking about recruiting more people for the caravan. Did they need more people? Probably.

"As long as they work properly, having a few more people doesn't sounds bad." Zen announced his presence to the other two by jumping onto the nearby chair.

"Barmaid, give me the sweetest liquor here." Zen said his order. His eyes glanced around to look for good potential member, he didn't want to just invite random person.

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[Fauxs]

As Paulin spoke to them, the two looked up to him and replied, "Yes, very hungry!". Callop then followed the group and waited patiently for the food to be served as he was not quite aware of how establishments such as these work but at least he knows that he is in good hands. Fauxs whoever, was quite giddy about the food as he kept twirling around out of excitement. "Let's wait patiently, friend." the lad said "The food will come very soon!"

 

[Develius]

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Once Dakarai stepped foot within the "Happy Goblin" tavern, his senses would be bombarded with a rich emanating atmosphere from all sides. He was admittedly not used to such condensed conditions compared to most - given he doesn't drink much other than the native wine in his homeland - but he appreciated the lively atmosphere that seemed true to the establishment's name. Within a group, he was already more comfortable in entering rather than on his lonesome. And it was for good reason. For as the priest's eyes scoured his surroundings, he wouldn't help but notice other folks eying him suspiciously. He normally didn't take mind that his unique appearance would intimidate others, but this was nothing compared to separate events that happened before.

Such as one late night when he was forced to enter a tavern to look for one of his fellow monks who went out drinking himself. As Dakarai approached the bar, a drunken man claimed that he was a ravenous beast due to his appearance and threatened to give him a walloping and "slay" the beast. Backed into a corner, Dakarai was forced into a brawl where one solid swipe of his claw was enough to send the man reeling back with a large gash skewed across his right cheek. The man cursed dramatically with slurs as he caused quite a commotion to brew, and with no sign of his fellow brother, it forced the warrior priest to quickly leave the establishment in shame. Despite this being a rather justifiable circumstance of self-defense, Dakarai was not willing to sully his name or kind here in violence, in worry that he would be ostracized from the community.

But that was months ago within a different bar. The looks he was given here seemed simply of intrigue at the odd figure. This was nothing new. Dakarai's gaze would soon return to the group as they sat down by the table. Cécilia would then announce some good news:

"Well, my friends! We are here, and I'll have a talk with out good host today... Tonight, we are all eating for free! Eat to your hearts content!"

Ah good. He was already low on money due to the produce he gathered at the market. And he will need to eat enough to gather his strength for tomorrow's expedition. Dakarai nodded with a toothy grin as he looked at the menu for something to eat. Quickly he would bring interest to the cacasse à cul nu and order it immediately. "One cacasse à cul nu with a side of Enthrusian Mint Tea please."

While he waited, he glanced over at Sentry's attempt to have Gsea purchase alcohol with relative success. Dakarai hadn't drank any form of liquor or beer since he joined the Chuch of Sobek'nia - being a mandatory rule that had helped him in the long run. Only the local Enthrusian wine was allowed for special ceremonies from a holy golden grail. For the affects of alcohol were not lost on him...

 

[Infab]

Devereaux gently shook his head, waving off the barmaid as she looked to him. "Thank you, dear, but I'm fine! No need to get me anything." he said, with a cheerful voice, before looking back to Angelica. She soon spoke of bringing on some of the patrons of the tavern, getting them to join up for the expedition. Zen agreed, it seemed, as soon as he arrived and spoke with them. Devereaux nodded as well. "Indeed! We need people with proper experience! Not just your average citizen or traveler. We need some seasoned individuals to provide a solid backbone for the cause!"

He then stood up from his seat. "Let's see what the magnificent Devereaux can do!~" he said, again with a cheerful tone in his voice. Time to work my magic! He strolled towards the center of the tavern, and spoke loudly enough for its patrons to hear it. "Patrons of Buxom Roxannes! Friends! Travelers! Mercenaries and Warriors! Lend me your ears!~" he called out. As people around the tavern began to look in his direction, he gave them all a theatrical bow. "My name is Devereaux! Some of you may have heard of me, while others will have the privilege of experiencing me for the first time!~" he said, before straightening up. "I wish you speak to you all of an important mission! One that I'm sure that most of you probably have heard of by now. The Expedition! Organized by the Cartographer's Guild, and funded by the Emperor himself!"

He looked about. "We seek to map out the known and unknown world! But, we need recruits! People to join us on this grand expedition. And I'm asking each and every one of you if you would like to join!" he continued. "Now, I'm sure you're all wondering...Why should I join such an expedition? Mapmakers and scholars roaming the world, charting new routes and such...Sounds boring, right? WELL IT MOST CERTAINLY ISN'T! Just think about it! Its an adventure of a lifetime! Travel to far away lands! Fight foes and creatures you've probably never even dreamed of! Meet an endless array of strange and new cultures! Taste amazing new foods and beverages! And get paid to do it! The Empire itself is paying you to do this! Its a grand undertaking, and you get to be part of history!"

He looked about again. "SO! What say you, friends? Do you simply seek glory? Money? Fame? A chance to have your name printed in the history books? Legends spun of your fantastic journey and escapades across the world? You have that chance! Right here and now! Join us, on this grand expedition! If you wish to sign up, feel free to head on over and talk to my beautiful friend over here, Angelica! She'll let you know how you can sign up!~"

"Now, I think its time for the entertainer to entertain, don't you?" he said finally, stepping over and grabbing his lute from where it sat next to his chair. And not long afterwards, he was playing a rather nice melody on the instrument for the crowd.