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[ { "author": "Wulfric", "message": "Wulfric had stepped into the entrance of the urbanized parts of Ombu, his armour, decorated with leather & silk, most of it covered in dirt due to the trip, as he was carrying in his back, a Greatsword and a small-medium sized backpack with goods. He didn't know the common language around here, nor the rules. He then stepped into the centre of the place, as he towered over every single elf there, he didn't want to scare them, nor for them to think of him as a dirty foreigner, he was just here to get some quick cash." }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "*Today was a fine day like any other, though this time he hasn't gotten caught and has gotten a few bread and tasty sweets from the bakery in his sack not a lot but he won't complain, he wasn't looking around much so it wasn't a surprise that he bumped into someone and fell, he really needs to stop bumping into people it's getting a lil harder to not get caught.*\n\n\"Excuse me!\" *He pipes from where he sat on the ground dirt and such now painting his body slightly, ew.*" }, { "author": "Wulfric", "message": "Wulfric, not even realizing that the tiny elf bumped into him, due to his size and heavy armour. As he looked from side to side, trying to see where he was going to set up his temporary bakery, after he saw the perfect empty spot, he was going to step forward, but stopped, as he looked to the ground and saw the elf that had bumped into him. He quickly apologized using sign language with his hands. Then, he crouched and offered his hand to the elf, so that they may get up." }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"Not much of a talker i take it?\" *He asks, he takes Wulfric's hand and got up dusting his knees.*\n\n\"I haven't seen you before, you perhaps a new guy in town?\" *He should be going back home by now but meeting this guy just seemed more intriguing, besides he doesn't have anything to do aside from petty thievery.*" }, { "author": "Wulfric", "message": "He nodded, as he had a strong grip on the backpack that he carried, he then dropped it to the ground, as he began explaining to the elf that he was just here to sell his goods and that he's just a simple traveller. As the greatsword in his back rattled on the movement of his hands, he then grabbed the backpack again and began to carry with in his arms." }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "*He didn't know if he understood the man since he wasn't particularly fluent in sign language, but the way he animatedly dropped the bag off loot he suspects him of being a merchant of sorts just not the sleezy talking kind.* \n\n\"Your a merchant i see, you got shiny stuff??\" *He doesn't particularly want to rob this man blind, he just seemed confused and a little helpless in the talking department so he'll lay off the robbing and more so gonna pay for his wears this time.*" }, { "author": "Wulfric", "message": "As he dropped his backpack to his front, opening and taking out a sparkled cupcake encased with glass, the cupcake was decorated with chocolate & strawberries to top it off. He was very proud of it, even if you couldn't see his expression, as he offered the cupcake to the tiny elf, an act of benevolency." }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "*His eyes gleam with greed at the sight of this glass cake, it was very shiny.* \"Your gonna give it to me for free?\" *He asks in a suprised tone, this is a first but an act of kindness can do alot for someone.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Imogen Surai", "message": "*Imogen had just reached womanhood when her biological clock paused for the rest of her life. Forever locked in the body of a young woman until she was either killed or the world ceased to exist. The truth of the matter hadn't fully sunk in for the Vampiress quite yet. In fact, she didn't even know her aging had stopped. Unlike the Oni, she used to inhabit these special forests as she isolated herself from civilization. Her adventures took her far from her home but homesickness brought her back once more. The druid was wearing her black traveling cloak around her small frame, her arms tucked in underneath the cloth as the forest parted for the Druid.Unlike the person in front of her, she was incapable of obtaining blemishes on her flesh. All wounds healed rather quickly and left no traces of ever obtaining a wound in the first place. Bushes, branches, and roots all slithered away from the female as it left her path unobstructed. She spotted smoke rising high above the treetops from afar and decided to investigate who was starting fires within her home. That was nearly 20 minutes ago and she took the more cautious approach.*\n\n.\n*Holding the folds of her cloak close as she pressed herself against a nearby tree, her crimson gaze fixed upon the firestarter. Subconsciously her left hand rested upon the handle of her poisoned imbued short sword. Laced with a poison that would eventually render its victims immoble and with enough exposure, death as the heart slowly ceased to beat. It had its uses when it came to feeding, The High Elf always loved the feeling of blood flowing freely into her mouth when she went feeding, thankfully for the stranger her new cravings had been sedated by a wild doe she came across the night previous.* \n\n\n*She watched for a few minutes, assessing his gear and any possible allies until she drew upon the conclusion that this individual was alone. That was all the comfort she needed as her affinity for nature would protect her against any and all assailants. Her left hand reached behind her back to grab an animal skull that was tailored specifically for her. Placing it onto her face and allowing her flesh to merge with bone as she channeled the energy of the beast it once belonged to.* \n\n\"Are you lost or do you often wander deep into other's territories?\" *Her soft voice chimed from the tree she stood behind.*" }, { "author": "napari.", "message": "╭━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╮\n\nBosaro looks at this girl seeing that she was different from the other people the way she walks also has one of her hands behind her back we aberration. Bosaro had his mask on and bandages around it covering his face all you can see was the eye. Of a menace looking to destroy upon. He places his sword right next to him and closely observes her the way how she talks and even walks towards the tree. Seeing his hands were already cut and damaged he will have a little talk with her. Placing his sword down before taking out some food he faced it right to her making it into a circular movement.\n\n***\"...No... Im not lost... Even tho this is none of your business I... Do often come over here to just rest... Before this, I just killed a bunch of people that I need to hunt down... But got busted up in the process... Now my turn to ask the question why would a girl come down here hiding behind a tree?...Would you like to eat with me\"***\n\n\n\n╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯" }, { "author": "Imogen Surai", "message": "*Under any other circumstances, she would take his words as an invitation to feast upon his life blood. Something she wouldn't do without to element of surprise or on someone who was not armed. The Oni was neither, both alarmed and armed and for the time being safe from any attack the Druid might toss his way. That being said, a sword had little effect upon the myriad of spells at her disposal. She spent a few minutes assessing him once again, reconfirming her first thoughts upon the male. She knew better to accept food from strangers, especially if it meant giving up the distance advantage she currently held over him.* \n\n\"You admit to killing a bunch of people and then expect me to walk over to you on the promise of food. You must be one of those strong but stupid types of men, aren't you?\" *There was no compassion in her voice. In short time as an immortal, people were more likely to attack her for being what she was than a wild animal. The only reason she didn't clean him from the planet was the uncertainty that others would descend upon her.* \n\n\"This is my home. The forest welcomes me and in turn, I look after it. Neither the spirits of these woods nor myself are too happy about the embers you've created for warmth.\"" }, { "author": "napari.", "message": "╭━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╮\n\nBosaro looks at this girl seeing the way she talks was more on the intelligence type of side Bosaro wounded why intelligence type of person. Would waste their own time to live here unless. They wanted to be alone hearing her response about Bosaro's race he wast not anger as he was far intelligence from his average race he place the bread on a plate. He take about the book as the fire was still on and light. Bosaro knows a random person would not live so far away from civil life unless they were either. Alone, a vampire or killer he suspected a 70% chance of her being a vampire from 30% of her being a loner. He place his swords in a case showing he was not going to attack her. He just wanted a conversation with the little one.\n\n\n**\"...Oh... No im more intelligent than average oni now how do you know if  the people I have killed was good or evil they could have been just criminal... Im not here to attack you or fight you you could say I just want to talk with someone... Even if it a strange girl.\"**\n\n╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯" }, { "author": "Imogen Surai", "message": "*The Vampiress scoffed at the Oni's words. If she wanted to lower someone's guard, she would've used a far more compelling argument. The Druid raised her hand towards the tree she hid behind and a flash of green light was the only indication that magic had been used. A few seconds later the tree bowed forward as a branch lowered just enough for the Druid to sit on top of it. Then she began to rise into the sky on top the branch she perched herself on.* \n\n\"I don't have the luxury of entertaining the 'what if's' of strangers who venture too far into the forest. If a conversation is all you wish to have, we can do so while I sit up here.\" \n\n*She had the vantage point as well now. Regardless if she wanted to run or fight, she would be difficult to reach even with leaves blocking her sight line for the most part.*" }, { "author": "napari.", "message": "╭━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╮\nBosaro looks up at her with a smile seeing that she was keeping her distance also showing she still doesn't trust him as his weapon. Were away he kept his legs in crisscross on the ground the fire was up as you can see the light shine on his mask. When he does he takes out a book that had all his journey, his advantages writing some things down. He already calculated it knowing she was a vampire just the way she moves and him studying about them. Placing his arm crossed he wanted to know if she was one of the if so he wanted to ask a favor that he will return dearly, to her... Maybe her helper or student? In some sort of way, Bosaro started to smile. Before asking this question.\n\n\n**\"I'm not a stranger... If you don't mind me asking you some questions, I have been hunting lots of races now, vampires, of course, are not on my list you see. I see them as precious but it depends... If they attack me first. You see this is the first time I'm having a conversation with a vampire. Usually, when I save them they disappear from the bank of an eye...\"**\n\n\n\nBosaro looks at her with his eyes looking at her and he begins to take his hand. And place it behind the mask taking the mask right off. When he does he places it down on the ground gently. He wanted to let her know he was on her side. He just... Has not had the time to talk with one of them, taking his identity and showing her letting her know she can trust him. The breed was still there before he would say. Something again he took the breed and tossed it to her and said.\n\n\n**\"So... My question is, are you a vampire, and if so... Can you do me a favor? I gladly pay the favor back... Whatever the coated.\"**\n╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯" } ]

[ { "author": "zycie", "message": "``` Person Left x.X ```\n\n*After wandering the lands for quite some time Athel would manage to find himself in a rather odd forest with trees tall enough to drown out the warm kiss of the sun. Taking in a few deep breaths he'd quickly exhale taking in not only the view but the pure air that was surrounding him. Soon enough however he'd snap out of this daze of wonder and would continue to press forward quickly making his way deeper and deeper into the forest. With each step the sound of snapping branches and the crisp crinkle of leaves would follow.*\n\n*Finally making it deep enough into the forest he'd find himself a nice clearing. Carefully he'd place his bag upon the ground and would begin to rummage through his bag pulling out random clumps of fur and would begin to neatly stretch them out and would place them upon the ground to dry... Finishing up rather quickly as if he'd been doing this for a while, he'd step back and look at his work with pride, before slowly letting his limbs go limp, causing him to fall upon the ground. Once upon the ground Athel would sprawl himself out, enjoying what little sunlight could pierce through the heavily wooded area unaware he was even close to civilization.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*High above the clearing where the air whisked its way through the overlaying branches that stretched out from the trees, sat a Canifor. A mark of a Hunter emanated from her, well signatured by the bow that slung across her torso accompanied with a quiver of arrows across her back. The leaves sprouting from the branches provided good cover for her, allowing her to relax more up high above when the knowledge that none would be able to find her simply resting up top. \n\n\nHer eyes sat closed while she peacefully took in the warm day of nature only to be disturbed by the sound of something passing from far below. One ear twitched, drawing in the noise as Athel drew closer, each leaf crunching underfoot. There was a flair of nervousness that went through her, one that always passed when she knew her Jackal would be somewhere down there, most likely searching out for animals to hunt. She drew in a quiet breath, lowering herself on branch before peering down at the person who had lain down in the center of the clearing. A kitsune it seemed. Her head tilted a bit to the side as she watched him sprawl out on the ground, wondering if he was planning on falling asleep in the middle of the forest.*\n\n\"Hello there.\"*She said quietly from where she rested on her branch, keeping still so as not to attract the attention of where she was at.*\"You're not planning to sleep out in the open are you?\"" }, { "author": "Athel Samui", "message": "*Being rather close to dozing off as his guard was let down completely, his zone of silence was quickly broken as his ear would flicker catching the greeting and his body would seem to tense up. Slowly he'd begin to stand up not wanting to draw up too much energy in his movement. Not paying much mind to the sound of another's voice in that moment he'd look down upon his person and would scowl at the sight of mud splattered across his attire. Walking over his his travel bag he'd kneel down and would rummage through it some more before letting out a long sigh before standing, and would proceed to kick his bag a good distance.*\n\n*Remembering quickly that there was someone near he'd clear his voice and would straighten his posture before gazing around the clearing. Spinning and spinning not being able to locate the voice he'd finally look up and would spin once more giving off a rather clueless nature. Still having no clue of the voices location he did not pay mind to this and would look the exact opposite way, leaving his back to her. Pointing up to the tree with his claw like finger he would finally speak in a rather proud yet loose tone.* \"Those who hide are the ones who are the most nimble of folks, though I've always preferred to let myself be known.\" *Letting off a small chuckle to his own comment, he'd lay his arm to rest from pointing and would proceed to fold his legs into a seated position.* \"So what is another soul doing out here in this forest as I assumed I was alone, though I can take a guess as you're not here to drive me out as you've not attacked yet.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna had let out a quiet giggle at the Kitsune's annoyed actions, coming to relax more on the branch she rested on. She watched Athel speak out towards the trees in the complete opposite direction, but nevertheless she didn't want to bother redirecting him to face the right way. As confident as she felt with the high ground, she was unsure of what this traveler was capable of. He seemed nice enough for now which was enough for Juna's tail to give a light flick to the side, however she decide to maintain her area in hiding.\n\n\"There is mud on you-\"*She decided to teasingly point out before returning to her normal cross-legged position on the branch, deciding she preferred it more. After the Kitsune had finished speaking, she opened her mouth to introduce herself only to close it quickly before any word could come out. She recalled a moment similar to this happening, though it was a Macen instead. The Canifor shook her head briefly, speaking in a voice that carried more confidence to it, while holding its sweet softness.*\"I am a friend.\"*She said.*\"I watch over the forest and those who pass through it.\"" }, { "author": "Athel Samui", "message": "*Letting out a small hiss at her comment about the mud he'd attempt to run his hand against it in attempts to pick it off. Only for his hand to now be covered in the murky substance. Letting off another sigh he'd fail his hand around removing it of any mud. Looking down at his attire once more he'd smirk slightly at the small victory he'd manage to pull off.* \"Thank you for reminding me that my clothing attracts the earth. Though I am in bad fortune as I cannot afford new clothing so a bit of earth is bothersome.\"\n\n*His ears would flicker once more as she began to speak once more this time his head would move to the side slightly as he was beginning to get an idea of her whereabouts. In a rather quick motion he'd stand once more and would point at another tree with confidence in his selection.* \"If you're the one who watches over this forest then my guess is you're some sort of elf.. And I must decline the thought of another soul being a friend and those around you and I are only filled with greed and the thoughts of their own well being..\" *Crossing his arms, he'd slightly tilt his head before grabbing the edges of his clothing and would flick upward revealing two rather thin swords, almost as if he felt a sense of hostility in the next few moments.* \"If you claim you're a friend show yourself.. If you continue to hide I can only assume you're upset at the fact i've taken the lives of a few small creatures...\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna let out a quiet sigh, only to straighten up at the sight of the knives being revealed at Athel's side. It wasn't the fact that he had them that filled her with shock, but more so of the reveal that left her thinking back to the day she nearly lost her Jackal at a bar with an Elf doing something similar. There was an obvious pause in her words while she pondered over what to say to the Kitsune's aggression, the sudden need to remain hidden flourishing within her.*\n\n\"I...\"*She began debating on continuing that statement or not.*\"I cannot...\"*The Canifor said her ears pressing against her head as she watched him from her perch having to constantly tell herself that he won't be able to find her, though her confidence at that seemed to falter.*\n\n\"I cannot stop the actions of those committed to hurting the creatures here, merely punish the actions taken for self-gain rather than survival and necessity.\"*She thought it over a bit in the somewhat truth of it, but it seemed like she wasn't planning on showing herself anytime soon.*\"Elves are not the only ones that seek to maintain the will of nature.\"" }, { "author": "Athel Samui", "message": "\"As i've said. Those who hide are the most nimble of creatures so my guess has lead me to assume elf. Though with your words I am slowly understanding what you are.. Yet you're still not what you claim to be... Hiding in the tallest of trees out of the sight of most, and yet claim to mean no harm. I've never trusted one that lurks in the shadows and I am not going to change that mindset anytime soon.\" *Athel would begin to rotate his ears around slowly picking up on her voice until a deep smirk would appear before his face. Slowly he'd turn his head and would glare up at a tree as his eyes would flicker for a moment of color.* \"Though i've been very fond of gaining skills to see those who are acknowledging me.. As you have a very pretty aura.\"\n\n*Bowing his head down slightly, Athel would pace up to the tree's base and would turn around before sliding his back down the bark as he'd take a seat. Reaching into his attire he'd pull out a pile of what looked like cloth, though as he begun to unravel it a reddish tint would show. Reaching in to the pile he'd pull out what appeared to be a small strip of dried meat. Opening up his mouth he'd flash his fangs before pressing his jaw down upon the meat, shaking his head slightly to tear at it.* \"So then tell me.. By chance do you have a name? As you've wanted to gain something out of this conversation, or else you'd not have spoken to me and only watched.. So I might as well be a bit formal with you now that i've let my guard down...\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna's heart thudded in her chest as he drew near the tree from which she perched, loud enough to where she worried he would be able to hear it from all the way down there. As he sat back against the tree to eat a piece of meat he had, she drew in a tight breath and said:*\n\n\"There are more reasons to hide than just to attack someone...\"*Her hand drew towards the string of her bow, running her fingers along it in the unintentional nervous action she always did every now and then. When he asked if she had a name, she considered going on to say it with the thought that maybe he would take to a more kind stance with the knowledge of her name, but she stopped herself. Names hold power in itself and thusly she kept that knowledge to herself, instead she said simply:*\n\n\"No... No I don't have a name...\"*Her voice seem to take on a more disappointed tone, whether that was because of her answer or the Kitsune's reaction to her hiding, it was hard to tell.*" }, { "author": "Athel Samui", "message": "\"Oh?\" *Athel would seem rather off put by the fact she had still decided to keep with-in the shadows which off-put him slightly yet he continued to chew happily on his rations. Speaking with a mouthfull his voice would be muffled but would have a hit of seriousness to it.* \"Now then, you claim to have no name yet every soul is given a name, so what you spew to me is a lie of its own. You also have claimed to be a friend of mine which was rather odd.. Yet I recall friends sharing information as simple as a name..\"\n\n*Cranking his neck back he'd look straight up into the tree and would almost seem to peer at her for a moment as a sickly smile would appear before his face.* \"So then miss... No name, no soul.. Give me a reason as to why you hide upon the shadows if you do not wish to attack? Would it be that you simply fear me? If that's the case then what was the point of revealing yourself in the first place? Or is it that you have something to hide and you dont want me to know simply because im a stanger...\" *He'd raise his voice almost as if mocking her in a childish way* \"Im your friend after all so it's ok to tell me your reasoning...\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*She gazed down at Athel, the glint of her dark brown eyes peering back at him. Her tail stuck out straight behind her as she pulled her knees to her chest.*\n\n\"Yes...\"*She admitted to his questions of her being scared before turned away so as not to stare to long at his sickly gaze.*\"You remind me of an Elf I once met... He seemed like a friend... Before he revealed his weapons to threaten me and my companion.\"*It seemed she was referencing the knives Athel had shown earlier, not taking a liking to it.*\n\n*She stood up atop the branch and placed a hand atop the trunk of the tree, her claws digging into it for balance.*\"He seemed like a friend... Now I'm not so sure...\"*Juna said quietly.*\"You two are similar in that way...\"" }, { "author": "Athel Samui", "message": "\"You would really compare me to a lowly elf? And you claim he seemed like a friend.. And yet I've made it very clear I do not consider you or anyone a friend as greed and self benefit are what run through everyone's veins..\" *He'd then gently set down the rest of his meal and would shuffle around for a moment before pulling away his attire to reveal the slick thin looking blades. Reaching down for one he'd unsheathe it and would swing it around for a moment. With each stroke it would soar through the air with little resistance. In a quick moment he'd quickly sheath it again.*\n\n\"And for what reason would I try and harm a soul? Do you think I am a mugger? Or are you so fearful of that elf that you stoop low enough to fear a simple merchant like myself?\" *Letting out a soft chuckle he'd stop his upward glance and would nuzzle into the trees roots more as he was getting comfortable. Looking to the remaining rations he'd point to it* \"Now then.. It's very dishonorable to attack someone while sharing a meal. If you wish to speak face to face rather that hide in the shadows no name.. Then you can have the rest..\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna tilted her head a bit to the side so that it pressed against the trunk of the tree.*\"You did just say you were my friend.\"*She pointed out.*\"Yet you seem quick to wield your weapon at my presence...\"*Her eyes closed as she let out a quiet sigh before opening them once more and before allowing herself to drop down to the branch below her. It shook beneath her wait, causing a few leaves to fall down to the ground below her.*\n\n\"My companion wouldn't mind the meal,\"*She said, from her lowered height. With where she stood, her dark-toned legs had become visible in the light of the sun, leaving a more shadowed appearance to the upper half of her body as she looked own at him.*\"He... Doesn't like new people too much though...\"" }, { "author": "Athel Samui", "message": "\"No no.. You've been mistaken with my words as I do not claim anyone to be my friend. Those are not needed when you travel alone.. Though the way you react to my blades means you're used to traveling alongside someone.. Those who are truly alone have to hold up a small front of aggression to hold their guard. If you are weary of my blades then my act is simply working. I have no need to fight as it's a nice day and im rather comfortable where I am sitti-\" *Athel would cut of his speech when she finally had shown herself and all he could do in reaction was slowly clap his hands together.*\n\n\"Well then it seems the shadow does have a body to go along with the voice.\" *He still refused to look up though he acted as if he knew her direct location as his speech would seem to travel directly to her.* \"I think your companion would have a lot more in common than you dear. As I do not like new people either, though sometimes you just have to deal with it.\" *Tapping his hand on one of the roots he would gesture to the meal once more.* \"Dont let it go to waste or I will actually be mad.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"But you... Oh...\"*Juna fell silent to his words at his claim of not liking new people nor seeing her as any sort of friend despite his mocking words earlier. When he gestured to the meal, stating to not let it go to waste, she gave a small dip of her head. Juna never really ate food that came from someone else unless there wasn't another option, however, Jace was another story. The Jackal never did care where the food came from so long as it was food.*\n\n\"Would it... Be okay if I called my companion...?\"*She asked him as if needing permission. Juna didn't, but she'd rather know early on with whether or not it would be safe for her to call her Jackal over, what with the aggression of the Kitsune below her.*\"He... May seem aggressive, but he really means no harm.\"*It was a half truth, so long as the Kitsune didn't do anything to attack either one of them, her Jackal wouldn't go for him, though Jace was never good at first impressions. Juna had finally squatted down at the branch, more and more sunlight coming to reveal her as she lowered herself on it. Huntress clothing, covered her while from out behind, a dark furry tail slowly waved to and fro in the breeze. Her equally dark ears remained pressed atop her head, hard to see with how well it blended in to her hair.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Athel Samui", "message": "\"Why should I care if you wish to have your friend appear before me? You claim it's your companion so I have no control if you want them or not. Dont be asking permission from me as we've only just met.. You're already giving me more power over your life than needed.\" *Waving his hand at her he'd almost dismiss her in a way. In all his days of travel this was the first living soul to talk to him in a rather polite manner so it was quite a new experience but one he was not ready for. Slowly reaching down he'd grab both his blades and would drag them out of their holsters before gently placing them onto the ground next to him, just far enough to where they could be grabbed easily but far enough to show there was no hostile intentions.*\n\n\"Now then if you claim your companion is aggressive I will not be afraid to use force, but I will not engage in any sort of manner. Though I would like to make a deal with you, as you've already figured out I am a traveling merchant of the sorts. So, if your friend decides its best to attack me, you owe me your name. If he dose not wish to attack me then I will gladly feed you as well. Do we have a deal?\" *Opening his eyes slightly more he'd lock on to her figure as he looked up, only to whisper under his breath 'Hunter of the sorts... Ranged.'*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna stared down at him, taking a moment to think of whether or not it would be wise to call Jace over. She was fairly sure he wouldn't do anything and now with the Kitsune's weapons at bay, maybe that was enough proof to her that he wouldn't try anything either.*\"Deal.\"*Juna said as she remained squatted on the branch, seemingly decided that she wasn't come all the way down quite yet and instead began to whistle, followed by the clicking sound of her tongue.*\"Here Jace!\"*There was some silence that followed, forcing her to call once more before it was eventually responded to by the sound of crunching leaves on the opposite side of the clearing.*\n\n*A flash a brown and black bounded out of the high grass, accompanied by the lean form of the Jackal as he made his way over. His tongue seemed to hanging out playfully though at the sight of the Kitsune, he quickly put it away to be replaced by a bark. It seemed more like a warning than that of aggression, though the Jackal kept where he was as he stared the Kitsune down. As he began to pace, Juna would reach for the trunk of the tree and slowly begin making her way down, occasionally pausing to look back at the two.*\"Easy Jace, easy...\"" }, { "author": "Athel Samui", "message": "*At the sight of this creature Athel couldn't help but chuckle at how adorable it's aggressive nature was. In a way it reminded him of himself when we was a bit younger. Always trusting strangers until getting up close, only to discover that anger was welling up inside them. Without hesitation Athel would slowly stand up from his seated position and would pick up a rather small piece of dried meat. Taking 2 very slow steps forward he'd crouch down and would hold it out for the creature. For some odd reason it would seem that the aura of hostility would fade from Athel the closer he got to the animal.*\n\n\"Well then.. It seems once again i've predicted wrong on the matter. I was guessing your companion was going to be another.. Humanoid rather than a harmless animal.\" *Saying the word animal made his ear twitch slightly as he'd never liked that word, as it was always used against him in cities.* \"As per our deal.. Do not attempt to calm him in any way as that leads to distrust later on, as being forced to like another is the route to hidden evils. If you allow for a creature to trust on their own, their emotions will be natural.\" *Athel would then lightly wave the meat, inching closer and closer to the jackal, not paying any mind to how far he was straying away from his own weapons.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna felt the hard surface of the ground meet her feet as she made herself to the bottom of the tree. Her ears swiveled back, listening to the Kitsune's comment on her harmless Jackal. Eventually she turned around watching as he tried to approach him with the slab of meat while she simply decided to remain where she was and watch.*\"He's not always harmless...\"*She said quietly as she kept her gaze on the two of them, taking pride in to times that Jace had shown himself to be a formidable enough foe.*\"He's protected me from an owlbear before...\"*Juna decided to not mention how he also nearly got killed by the hybrid animal and was forced to be sent away from the action, thinking maybe it was best to let only the heroic side of the story out.\n\nJace stood his ground as the Kitsune approached, the hairs along his shoulders bristling until the scent of meat had got his nose. He stared at the food, inadvertently shifting his attention to it rather than its holder as he took a whiff of it before shaking his head to and fro as if cursing at his distraction. He ran towards the Kitsune before hopping up in his hind legs while propping his front legs against the Kitsune for balance, barking up at him. Maybe the Jackal was trying to ward him off or rather get to the food he was holding. It was hard to really tell with the animal.*" }, { "author": "Athel Samui", "message": "*Seeing how the Jackal had now reacted to his presence and with the offer of food, this was the time to shine. Athel would start to tighten up his muscles and would start to slowly stand up into a more dominating stature, towering over the jackal. He'd then lock eyes with the beast and would slowly lower his head down challenging the creature in attempts to put it into submission. While still keeping eye contact he'd let out a low growl before speaking up.* \n\n*Once Athel thought enough was enough he'd lower himself once more and would place the meat upon the ground and would sigh.* \"You know girl.. If he would have attacked me, I would have simply let him tear into me. As I do not wish the same fate of loneliness to consume another all because you met a random traveler. But it's apparent that you do not know much about creatures as commands will get you nothing but false trust as if you had a greater bond with this creature it would have already understood how to act just by your posture.\" *Taking a slight risk Athel would slowly put out his hand and would attempt to gently pat the Jackal on his head.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Jace's ears drew back atop his head as Athel lowered his head down and stared at him, a low growl resonating in his throat in challenge. When Athel had finally dropped the meat on the ground, Jace finally hopped down from him. With his attention now on the food that laid on the ground he quickly stooped his head down to pick it up in his mouth and walk towards his owner. When Athel lowered his hand down to pat him on the head, his fur spiked up along his back. However, with the food in his mouth, he seemed more attentive to wrestling it in his mouth.*\n\n\"That's not true-\"*Juna said to Athel's words about commands not getting her anywhere, though she quickly had cut herself off as she watched her Jackal slowly walk over, lowering himself down to the ground with his attention on the meat he was eating. She had to admit, there were times when it was hard to get him to listen, but she was sure he meant well enough.*\"Commands usually work just fine.\"*She says, finally turning to look towards the Kitsune and deciding to defend her statement.*\"And... We trust each other plenty-\"" }, { "author": "Athel Samui", "message": "\"True that you may have trust.. But I see there is no bond if you have the ideals that commanding another living soul is the route to go. That simply sounds like a one sided power and yet by the looks of your gear.. You also use your companion in combat. So should that commanding power be in only ones hand? Or both if you both risk your lives for each other. Having a bond with one another would simply ease the pressure of having to think of commands in combat. And instead just act based upon the others actions.\" *Nodding his head softly to his own statement he'd look back down to the Jackal and would start to tense up his body in reaction to the Jackal's hostility.*\n\n*Then reaching over Athel would simply yank the meat away from the Jackal and would stand up in the same towering stance before taking a bite out of the meat that was still untouched by the creature.* \"Now tell me, where does a no named girl find such a creature? As I would not expect to find a Jackal in the middle of a Forest. Let alone one that obeys the command of one who refuses to connect a true bond with them.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna's ears flitted to the side at his statement, saying quietly:*\"We do form a bond it's just... Jace would go out of his way to protect me... Even if it's putting himself at risk... Sometimes I do just have to command him...\"*She gazed down at her Jackal, casually mentioning his name in the conversation as she watched him. With Athel snatching the meat away from him, the Jackal let out a noise that sounded like a half bark-half growl. He snapped at the meat as if trying to grab it back as it was taken away, coming to find himself staring back up at the Kitsune. A huff came out of him while he circled Athel, sniffing around his legs in such haste before looking back up at him as he started eating the meat. He let out a high-pitched whine of frustration before he had finally came to sit down in disappointment.\n\nJuna sat down to the Jackal's level, giving him a light pat on the head before looking back up at Athel when he had asked her the question.*\"My... Parents found him... I'm not quite sure where... But... They gave him to me to take care of and to accompany me when I left...\"*She lifted her chin a bit, coming to rest it lightly atop the Jackal's head. Jace's ears went down as she did, his eyes narrowing while he stuck out his tongue in a pant, supposedly growing tired with the warmth of the sun hitting him.*\"I know... It doesn't seem like we have much of a bond, but... We do... And I wouldn't want anything to happen to him...\"" }, { "author": "Athel Samui", "message": "*Seeing as the Jackal had finally submitted to Athel slightly, he'd shake his head and a rather childish grin would form upon his face before walking up close to the pair and would set down the last remaining bits in front of the jackal before looking at the girl getting quite close to her face. His crimson eyes would glitter in the sunlight as his gaze locked onto her eyes, and in that moment he'd gently tap her upon the nose.* \"Well then it appears I've lost that gamble of seeing if your companion would attack. Which means I owe you a meal.. Though I am sad to say it will not be anything fancy as coin is quite hard to come around in these hard times.\" *Moving his hand he'd reach inside his pocket and would pull out a rather polished looking bronze coin and would hold it into the sunlight. A small sigh would emit from his lips as if he was upset about something.*\n\n*Snapping out of his small daze upon the looks of the coin he'd look back down upon the pair and would quickly run over to his drying Furs and would pull one from the ground and would dash back over to the pair. Jumping up slightly he'd quickly slam into the ground in a sitting position allowing for the dust around them to rise slightly, before holding out the fur which appeared to be from a rabbit* \"So then, No name.. If you're a protector of the forest could you please tell me the value of this? As I would assume you're knowledgeable of creatures from around here.\"\n\n*Using the distraction of dust and the conversation of fur, would reach out and would gently brush his hand against the Jackals fur.* \"As for the companionship, any living animal would gladly protect the ones who feed them, but deep down do you think a carnivore such as him really understand what friendship and companionship are among different sub-types such as humanoids?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna couldn't help but smile slightly at the Kitsune's lost gamble, taking pride in the fact that she would at least know something more about her own Jackal than he would. She rubbed her nose slightly as he tapped on it before taking out the bronze coin and quickly running off to the furs on the ground. She watched him curiously as he rushed to pick them up before quickly running back over to them, causing her to scoot back a bit as he sat back down causing a heap of dust to shoot up. Juna coughed at it, waving the dust away before eventually coming to see the rabbit he held out at her. Rabbit fur it appeared to be, notable of its small size and colored fur. He wanted her to say what value it carried?*\n\n*Juna gazed at him in slight confusion as she looked it over. She was used to trading furs and meat whenever she went off to town, being lucky enough when it came to selling plenty for her to survive alongside Jace. As the dust finally cleared, she spoke:*\n\n\"A few silver if you're good at bargaining...\"*She said. While most wouldn't likely go above a handful of copper, enough charm and persuasion was all it could take to get a good deal at times. Jace had laid down beside her, unbothered the collecting dust as he found himself distracted by the bits of meat he was given, gnawing on it with little rush with him seeming to be enjoying himself. Juna watched Athel brush his hand against her pet's fur, to her relief didn't cause a reaction out of him after getting what he wanted. When Athel questioned if she believed that Jace would care about her so much as he did food, she stared back at him, a feeling of warmth flaring in her chest from his question of their companionship.*\n\n\"I do...\"*She said in a slightly raised tone.*\"There are many humanoids in the world that can feed him time and time again, but he never leaves my side... Not even when a fight looks dangerous... No promised meal is worth losing your life over... But a companion is...\"*She fell silent afterwards, letting out a sigh and pulling her knees close to her.*\"He cares about me I... I just know it...\"" }, { "author": "Athel Samui", "message": "*A rather odd frown would appear before his face as he'd mumble a few words about how he thought the furs would go for more and how he's wanting to make more gold. Shaking his head quickly to snap out of this phase he'd get up close to her face to be eye to eye with her agian.* \"From the way it seems you have a lot of hope in your furry little friend here which is one of the best traits a leader could have. Though balance is one of the main keys when it comes to leading as those who fail to have a bond with the souls they do command are doomed to fail in the end. Though it seems you rely on your companion to guard you quite a bit as I can only assume by your attire you use more ranged attacks.. While your friend here takes most of the blows and distracts.\" *Slowly Athel would lean to the right of her and would lock eyes upon his blades and in a moment he'd burst upward and would quickly run over to his swords and would pick them up only to slide them back into their holsters, and would then cover them up with his rather long robes before walking back over to the two of them.*\n\n\"Since I have a bit of faith in you I believe an introduction is in order... My name is Athel, Traveling merchant and yeah.. That's about all the 'fancy' titles I have. By chance are you now going to give me your name or am I just going to have to deal with calling you 'No name' over and over again until you finally break?\" *Tilting his head sideways he'd give her a puzzled look*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*As Athel drew his face close to her, she found herself leaning back slightly, her gaze shifting to the side as she couldn't bring herself to look directly in his eyes for too long. She listened to himself mumble in frustration, assumably over her answer to his question about the furs, though she decided to keep quiet rather than say anything about it. With Jace now calm, it was easier for her to relax as she watched the Kitsune suddenly dash over to grab his blades, the only sign of tension from her being her sudden placement of fingers on the string of her bow. She didn't move from her spot when he returned, though now she seemed to shy away from him, her timidity taking over to replace what was once a fiery passion for the sake of her Jackal.\n\nWhen he introduced himself to her, she finally managed to bring herself to glance back at him before her gaze lowered once more.*\"Athel...\"*She repeated quietly as if trying to make sure she remembered.*\"That's... A nice name...\"*The Canifor lightly ran her fingers through her Jackal's fur when he asked if she would ever speak her name to which she finally replied with:*\n\n\"My name... It's Juna... Sorry about before it's just... So many strangers pass through the forests and I never know their intent...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With night having long made its way across the sky, Terrel had found himself sitting against one of the trees neighboring the camp. For the time being, he was meant to keep watch while Kibaru got his sleep in for some of the night, though after a couple hours of waiting and seeing nothing of interest, Terrel had decided to check out one of the books he had recently bought while he was in Ulnoor.\n\nThe glow of the fire seemed to provide just enough light for him to read over the different sections of forgery and weapon keeping and, with Floof having managed to save himself from the wolf pile, Terrel at least had an extra set of eyes keeping alert for the time being. It seemed rather peaceful for the time being, especially with amount of sleeping animals making up the clearing they had decided to camp out in.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru sleep peacefully in one of the tree, only waking up when something woke him*" }, { "author": "Mizu", "message": "*Always wandering, but never satisfied, Mizu would be wandering the woods in search for the next source of entertainment for her and Yuzu. The woods were very peaceful, a bit too peaceful for her tastes, but it was nice to relax on such days as well. Scanning the vicinity she would notice the familiar light of a campfire in the distance.*\n\n*Amused to have found some campers, Mizu would approach the fire. Perhaps they will welcome her and entertain her with tales of their travels. Or if they are hostile they can provide a nice meal. In either case, there was nothing to lose, so Mizu would brazenly approach and let out a whistle and a greeting*\n\n\"Why, hello there~ Hope you don't mind the intrusion, but it's not everyday I meet campers on such a beautiful night. Mind if I join you all?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would look up from his book at the sound of someone whistling, coming to take notice of the Vampiress approaching their camp through narrowed slits. His Wolf pup would turn to gaze at her, soon retreating back to his owner's side where he sat. It seemed like Kibaru was wrong. Neither bear nor mountain lion, just a woman in her child. Almost made him want to chuckle if he wasn't already tired from hours of reading in the night. \n\nHe'd give a slight hand gesture towards the campfire as if allowing her to join before eventually getting up to put his book away in one of the horse's saddle bags. Standing back upright, he'd reach a hand up to tug at one of Kibaru's tails from where he sat dozing in the tree.*\"Hey Okami, some woman wants to camp out with us.\"*He'd say before walking back over towards Floof and giving him a light pat on the head.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Ouch!\" *Kibaru would almost scream jumping straight up and mis stepping only to land onto the ground. He would quickly get up, hand on the hilt of his Katana. Seems he was still half asleep, but was ready to fight. Seeing their guest stand there made him completely still as if ready to attack*" }, { "author": "Mizu", "message": "*Mizu would chuckle at the interaction between the two of them. Amusing, how amusing indeed. Looks like they would serve better as entertainment than food after all*\n\n*She would turn her attention to the one called Okami and bow her head ever so slightly*\n\n\"Why, good evening Okami. No need to be so tense~ As your pigmasked friend said, I'm 'simply' a wandering mother with her child. It looks like you have plenty or room here, so I hope you don't mind me staying the night\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Let the sword go.\"*Terrel would say with a yawn, soon fading into a chuckle.*\"She isn't another Warthog coming to attack you. Isn't that right Floof?\"*He'd ask his wolf before turning towards the lady.*\"What's a mother and her child doing wandering around in the middle of the night anyways?\"*Terrel would question her.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"That is a good point.\" *He said as his eyes narrowed as he stood still ready for action. The blood was hard to mis for anyone that knew the smell. Some of it tied up on a tree the rest from Kibaru's recent wound* \"Kind of suspicious, you know\" *He said shifting his mask back into place*" }, { "author": "Mizu", "message": "\"I would certainly you wouldn't mistake me for a warthog\" *She would say with a chuckle*\n\n\"As for why a mother and a child would be wandering in the middle of night, well, no different why the two of you might be I suppose~ I enjoy exploring and wish to show my child the wonders of the world. Nothing more, nothing less~\"\n\n*With that said she would make her way over to take a seat near a log by the campfire. If 'Okami' reacted with hostility, well, she would simply respond in kind. But it felt like the pigmasked individual was comfortable enough for her to stay, so she would make herself at home so to speak*\n\n\"So, what about you two? Fellow wanderers, or do you have some other specific purpose in mind?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Not much to show with it being pitch black out here.\"*Terrel would point out before soon answering her question rather bluntly.*\"I got work to get done and Okami has places he wants to go visit, but wanderers work too.\"*Terrel wasn't sure what to make of this woman randomly walking up to a camp of strangers with little concern. Then again, he couldn't say it was was the weirdest thing he's seen all week.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Traveling in night is rather odd, no?\" *He said before finally dusting himself of before stretching.* \"So I guess we has a potential extra, wouldn't you agree?\"" }, { "author": "Mizu", "message": "\"Well, that's why I'm trying to rest at a camp~\" *She would tease in response to Okami's question about travelling at night*\n\n\"Thank you for having me in any case. It's nice to know there are still some decent men out there. Ah, where are my manners. I'm Kyuu and this is my son Ketsu. We will do our best not to disturb your rest, but you know how children are~\"\n\n*With that said she would stretch out her legs and swaddle Yuzu to get him to sleep. However, he seemed interested in the pigmask so it would likely take some time to get him to slumber. The pigmask was also of interest to Mizu as well so she would glance up to the man in tree and tilt her head in curiosity* \n\n\"Say, you're an elf aren't you? Quite the curious mask you have there. My son seems to like it as well\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I hope you're not implying what I think you are Okami.\"*Terrel would say before eventually shifting his gaze back to the woman who seemed to be getting rather comfortable. As she talked about trying their best not to disturb them, seemingly teasing at them knowing how children were, a series of answers would go through his head. Loud as hell, needy, annoying?*\"I do not.\"*Terrel would say instead in the most neutral tone.\n\nFinding a tree to lean back against for the night, he'd find himself being questioned of his mask as well as whether he was an Elf or not.*\"If you have to ask first, I'm just a pig as far as anyone is concerned.\"*He'd say nonchalantly, seeming completely fine with being referred to as either.*\"You should get your kid one.\"*Terrel would respond almost as a joke.*\"I hear masks are the new thing.\"*Whether that was true or not was questionable with his naturally sarcastic voice. However, it seemed the majority of them had one, so perhaps it wasn't so far-fetched.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Traveling in a forest at night with a child a now protection, I think the seems to fit the bill, don't you... But i guess we'll see about that\" *He said regarding Terrel before turning to the woman* \"You hungry Kyuu? We've caught a boar that still has plenty meat left on it.\" *He asked as he went over a three where a bag was hanging before he opened it and pulled some meat out that was covered in snow* \"Unless you're also someone that prefers Vegetables over meat\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Mizu", "message": "\"Well, you are the calmest pig I've ever met then~ Wonder if you squeal like one as well~\" *She would jest with a light-hearted laugh before turning her attention back to Yuzu. A mask for him. She liked the idea, imagining how cute he would look*\n\n\"I don't know if they are the new thing, but they are stylish, aren't they? Maybe I will get a matching mask for him. Matching with my mask of course. Wouldn't want to accidently gobble him up as a piglet, it's hard enough to resist his cuteness as is~\" \n\n*At the offer of food by Okami she would nod her head*\n\n\"Ah, thank you for the offer. I'm not much of a picky eater really, but would have to say I would choose meat over vegetables any day~ But don't tell my kid that, I still need him to eat his veggies~\"\n\n*She would walk on over to the dead boars and skillfully remove chunks of meat of it, unbothered by the blood whatsoever, and then go back to the fire to roast it*\n\n\"That's a lot of leftover meat you have there. Have you two already eaten, or is piggy the one you were referring to as the vegetarian?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I can probably make a variety of noises given enough reason.\"*Terrel would say in casual yet thoughtful tone. He'd rest his arms behind his head, listening to the lady debating over getting a mask for her own child.*\"Great, more masked people to go around...\"*He'd respond.\n\nListening to the two of them talking about eating the boar, soon hearing the lady question if he was the vegetarian, he would give a roll of his hidden eyes.*\"Yes, piggy is the vegetarian.\"*He'd say. Terrel could never understand the whole craze around meat. He was sure it tasted good to some, though they made it sound like eating vegetables alone would kill them.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well enjoy. I do preferer my meat, but mixed with the right vegetables and it's even better. Though I would prefer fruit over vegetables anyhow.\" *He said before regarding Terrel* \"Well I guess I'm up, so if you want to catch some shut eye, I would mind\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Mizu", "message": "\"Why, I am sure my son would love to hear them. Silly noises always gets him to laugh.\" *She would say with a chuckle of her own while biting into the roasted boar meat. Her eyes would widen in delight as the rich fat melted in her mouth*\n\n\"This is delicious~ You're really missing out piggy. Maybe you should follow your mask's example more and not be such a picky eater~ And I agree, vegetables mixed properly meat are yummy as well. Fruits make good desserts as well, my son is especially fond of them. Not a huge surprise since children love sweet things, don't they~\"\n\n*She would then finish up the rest of her meal and lick her fingers clean of the grease. Hearing the talk of keeping watch she would raise up her own hand*\n\n\"I can keep watch, that is, if you two trust me to. Bad for the health to go to sleep right after eating anyhow. Though personally I want to chat a bit more since we're all awake. Maybe tell some stories, campfires make for the best places to tell stories, don't you think?~\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel wondered if the woman was actually thinking he was offering. Maybe he was, but he was going to need more than child laughter to convince him to make a fool of himself.\n\nWith Mizu taking enjoyment of the meat and speaking of how he should take his own mask's advice, he would say:*\"Already am, we're known to be such stubborn creatures as well.\"*He'd snort in suppressed laughter at the thought. If he were to act as an actual pig he'd be the one hanging over the campfire now. Then again, he'd also get a crack at beating people up prior, so there's always a perk or two in there.\n\nWith Kibaru saying Terrel could rest, he'd respond with:*\"Was planning on looking further through my book tonight, but guess I'll get to it later...\"*After that he seemed to go silent for a while, though with the mask it was hard to tell if he were just being quiet or if he had actually fallen asleep. The question, however, would be soon answered as at Mizu's offer of keeping watch, he'd say:*\"Not happening.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Nope.\" *Kibaru would say in response to her question of keeping watch with Terrel* \"I trust you as much as I trust a hungry bear. Maybe due time that'll change... That is to say if you're going to join us on our way to Salvainia\" *Kibaru said before questioning his own words a little* \"How exactly do you plan on defending yourself all alone with a child in your hands?\"" }, { "author": "Mizu", "message": "*Ah, she liked piggy. Seemed like he always had an amusing quip to say and she would chuckle a bit at his remark*\n\n\"Stubborn indeed~ But I understand. I honestly appreciate having two strong men looking after me while I sleep, so thank you for sparing me the work~ As for how I defend myself, well, I have 'some' experience on surviving in the wild. Going with the flow is one of them~\"\n\n*With that, Mizu would stretch out her arms and make herself comfortable against the log with Yuzu laying on her chest*\n\n\"So, anyone got any tales to share? Even if they are boring it will at least help put me to sleep~\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel took a moment to think about it, there were probably quite a few things he could talk about. However, he wasn't in much of a mood to tell a long overarching story, so instead he said simply:*\"I once saw a Griffin and shot it.\"*It sounded as if he were going to add more to it, but instead he simply left it at that for Kibaru to tell whatever story he wanted to the woman.*" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"And it died\" *Kibaru added with the same tone. Didn't seem like he was going to add onto that story, but then he spoke again* \"And I took in the chicks, or I should be saying chick as one died on the way. The surviving chick is being trained. Not much of a story though\" *He said as he got up to get a bone from the boar before he started chewing it to keep himself busy for a bit. His mask was slightly lifted up so only his mouth was visible*" }, { "author": "Mizu", "message": "\"Must have been one hell of a shot\" *Mizu would say with a mixture of amusement and disappointment. It was clear these two didn't want to talk much, much to her displeasure*\n\n\"Well I hope your training goes well with your last remaining chick. If not, I suppose you can always have it as a snack\"\n\n*With that Mizu would tuck her head in, realizing she wasn't going to be getting anymore entertainment from the two of them. May as well just get some rest and continue her journey in the morning. Her breathing would slow and her ears and tail would droop, giving the impression of her sleeping*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would glance over at Kibaru as the woman would seemingly doze off from their mediocre stories.*\"You actually planning to ask her to join for the trip?\"*He'd ask the Okami, deciding to get comfortable for the time being with the knowledge of Kibaru taking the next watch.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well... I don't much know about that. She has a child to worry about. Maybe not the best idea to ask her to company us... The journey isn't exactly save for babies. And I doubt she'd let anyone take care of him\" *He said before standing up and getting a closer look at the child, not making much noise as he approached. His curiosity was somewhat showing*" }, { "author": "Mizu", "message": "*As Kibaru approached Mizu would simply sit still. She had a pretty good knack at sensing bloodlust and was pretty confident that even if anyone foolish were to try and hurt Yuzu, she would be able to properly protect him with her own body. So she would continue to try and fall asleep, not giving off any impression that she was actually still awake*\n\n*Yuzu would also be sleeping peacefully between Mizu's bosom with bits of his drool soaking into Mizu's dress. It honestly wasn't all that clean, not a huge surprise given that she was a traveler. Still, Yuzu didn't seem to mind and would simply snuggle up closer to Mizu as he slept, not even aware that someone was approaching to get a closer look at him*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Seems like she travels a lot nonetheless.\"*He'd say, watching Kibaru walk over to the woman before eventually closing his eyes and deciding to go into a light doze.*\"Will probably set off by the next day. It seems like she mostly wanders just to sightseeing. We can just pack up and say our goodbyes come morning. Still got a lot more traveling left to go.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Agreed\" *Kibaru said as he sat down again.* \"I'll keep watch then. Come morning I will have some stew prepared, if I may use your stuff that is. And no meat for you... I guess. Even if pig eat almost everything\" *He said before sitting down and continuing to chop and prepare the meat as he used his tails to keep himself warm*" }, { "author": "Mizu", "message": "*Mizu would mumble under her mask* \"I feel as though I'm being looked down upon...\"\n\n*She would perk up ears again, giving up the charade of having been asleep cus it didn't seem like she was going to get any more gossip using that method. Time to use the direct approach*\n\n\"What trip are you two going on? I'm a traveler you know, I know my way through these parts very well. If it seems fun I could even help lead you, free of charge~ I assure you even with my child, I am confident that I would better survive against any wild creature than the two of you. So no need to worry about me being a liability~\" *She would say she as she slowly unwrapped the tip of her spear hanging from her back, revealing its adamantine tip*\n\n\"And yes, I do know how to use this. If you don't believe me I would be more than happy to prove your wrong\" *She would say tilting her head provocatively*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Sure go ahead. We'll reach town soon enough anyways.\"*He'd say as Kibaru asked about using some of his supplies. When he made the small jab about not adding meat to the dish despite pigs eating anything, Terrel would respond.*\"I don't know if I ever told you this before Okami...\"*Terrel would begin before lowering his voice into a whisper.*\"But I'm not actually a pig.\"*He'd give a light smirk, his attention only being caught as it sounded as if the woman had been awakened during their conversation.*\n\n\"Up to you if you want to tell her Okami.\"*He'd say.*\"We'll probably have enough competition as it is once we get there without having to add on to the mix.\"*Terrel would eventually open his eyes to look over to her as she revealed the weapon she carried. It seemed even carrying a child with her, she kept herself armed. Part of Terrel figured the child being more of a liability than the woman herself, making this trip more annoying than need be.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I don't much care how strong you think you are. You have a child with you. That is all. I never questioned your strength.\" *He said sounding a little angry.* \"We'll be dealing with creatures far stronger than that of normal. Maybe having more people to help protect your babe is a good idea. But not I not he are going to risk our lives for someone else's child. I've got people I would rather not leave alone just yet\"\n\n*He then proceeded to calm himself dow before making a mess of the meat* \"So you can come along. Just know we're not risking our lives because of your ideas\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*A light crunching would fill the early morning air as the Elf found himself once more under the shade of the large pines that made up Ombu's forest. It had only been about a month since he last visited, but just as promised, he had returned to pick up the Raccoon who claimed to want to travel with him. Terrel of course didn't have much faith in the idea, not being the first time someone agreed with going only to vanish completely within the week, but he was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. \n\nHe'd retrace his steps back to where he last remembered leaving the Raccoon, knowing that there'd be an imprint on the ground somewhere if nothing disturbed the area for the time he was gone. Eventually he'd catch sight of the familiar location, soon coming to a stop just before where they were originally standing in their previous discussion. He stood there in silence for a while, not looking to call out to the raccoon, but simply waiting for any sign of him potentially returning. He had made it clear that if Xylon wanted to go he'd be here, so now it was only a matter of time.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "*The sound of footsteps woke him from his place in the trees, not really a best place to sleep at but he'd been running from creatures of the night previously until he came across the tree and decided to seek shelter there, few hours of cowering in fear and flinging rocks at the creatures they finally left though not wanting to be chased again the raccoon decided to stay on the tree.*\n\n*After running through this forest for months he had grown accustomed to being alert at the slightest crunch of a twig and also sleeping in random places, he looked around for the source of the noise and eyes eventually landed on a familiar pig mask. He almost completely forgot about the deal he had made but nonetheless he was excited about this* \n\n\"PIGMAN—\"\n\n*He yelled before promptly falling off of the tree out of excitement and landed flat on his back and he groaned not the smoothest introduction from last time but hey who's exactly keeping score?*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would look up in time to notice Xylon falling from the tree and would promptly take a step back to avoid him dropping on him as the Raccoon would crash onto the ground.*\"Why were you-\"*He'd begin to ask, soon realizing that whatever the reason was that he was up there, he probably didn't want to know.*\"Had a nice nap, I'm guessing?\"*Terrel would reach his hand down to Xylon to help him up. It seemed like he really was serious about it or as serious as one could take from a person that just fell out of a tree.*\"Seems like you held your end of the deal.\"*He'd continue before a faint grin would appear on his face. \n\nConsider him partially impressed, though whether that was because Xylon was still alive or actually still here, it could be either really. Maybe the kid still had some survival skills yet out here, but if he was sitting up in the trees, he was probably putting hiding into better use than fighting. If it works, it works he supposed, so who was he to judge really?*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"Ow ow ow- Yeah i had a nice nap until i fell out of course... Stupid tree\" *He winced grabbing Terrel's hand and getting back on his feet and glared at the tree though it looked more like a pout than anything menacing, dusting off some dirt before smiling at Terrel confidence radiating off of him.*\n\n\"Well since I'm still alive\" *He gestures to himself, he wasn't supporting much injuries aside from few new bruises that weren't there before* \"Now it's *Your* Turn to hold your own end of the deal!\" *He says triumphantly grinning ear to ear.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With Xylon back up on his feet, the Elf would let go of his hand.*\"Well fortunately for you, where we're going there won't be many trees.\"*He'd say, brushing off his cloak in discovering a twig that decided to make its home there.*\"But we're going to have to stock up a lot when we get there. Let's just say, my business in Mentia gave me a sudden change in plans. About to go on a life-risking adventure with the potential of never returning.\"*He'd say casually.*\"You know. The usual. There won't be many places to leave you at, but if you're not sure about wanting to go, it would be best to make your mind before we leave this place because where we're going, there won't be as much...\"*He'd tug at a loose branch, pulling it down by the end of it in waiting for it to snap before he'd let it fall to the ground.*\"Cover...\"" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"I think i could handle it, i mean i survived this far right? Besides i like a challenge!\" *He smirks confident air still upholding, whilst on the inside he was everything but confident his head is already swimming with doubt and instinct to turn back.*\n\n*But Xylon was stubborn and that almost always landed him in many many many sticky situations even if he did come out in one piece, the scar on his back stung at the memory of his less than fortunate incident due to his idiocy but that's a story for another day.*\n\n\"Just curious, where are we heading exactly? There won't be many trees but that's not exactly a big clue to wherever we're heading\" *He inquired pestering away the scenarios in his head of how he'll die.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd let out a snort of suppressed laughter, soon turning away from the Raccoon as he'd begin to head off into the forest without paying attention to whether or not he was following.*\"Your confidence will either get you killed or end with you destroying a small town. My gold is on the former until you've lived for as long as I have in half the places I've been.\"*He'd say, retracing his steps back a bit before making a turn in knowing they'd have to head South East to reach their destination.*\n\n\"Right now, we're heading to the Siuian Empire. If we can pass through the country within the next couple of months, there are a couple people we'll be meeting up with in the Steppes to travel with.\"*He'd explain to him, not sure if the Raccoon was even sure of where the locations were or if he's been mostly hanging around the same place for most of his life.*\n\n\"Whatever you plan on doing when we reach the Empire, try not to draw attention to yourself. I don't want to have to drag you away from some fight waiting to happen because you couldn't help yourself from waving a dagger at the first person you see.\"" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "*He scoffed at the last comment* \"Not unless they wave their daggers first Pigman, I'm not gonna kill people without a reason\" *He followed the larger elf in his walk* \"And besides my confidence hasn't gotten me killed yet but the idea of a town burning is tempting\" *He said trying his best to keep up with him with his small legs, he wasn't sure about these new names Terrel keeps mentioning those are definitely places he has never been before but that's just more exciting, just imagining seeing new places instead of the old structures he had seen before made his curiosity shoot up along side his ever growing fear that's being repressed at the moment.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would scoff.*\"You wouldn't kill people with a reason. Have you ever even fought before? Like properly?\"*The Elf would ask back to him. He could admire the overconfidence, but if it hadn't yet gotten him killed, it was bound to in a place as big as the empires. People were hardly tolerable there much like the enforcers there to keep the peace.*\"Or frankly even been to an Empire before? Believe you can fight people all you want, I've yet to see you win in a match against a tree.\"*The Elf didn't seem to notice Xylon struggling keep up, making much easier strides across the forest floor without noticing the struggle of someone with much shorter legs than his own.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"Of course i can fight properly-\" *He frowned at the Terrel* \"I just don't do it often unless i get cornered and to answer your other question no i haven't exactly seen or been to these empire places i mostly stay at here and at home.. Though i don't go there much nowadays\" *The paintings were haunting him everytime he came back to his old home and he'd get nightmares of screaming figures of his parents often, so not exactly the best place to stay sometimes but that's really all he had and he wasn't about to just live in a rundown alley anytime soon, a ticket out of this place could make him forget it and start anew maybe even find a new family though the odds are more so he'd die on the way and risk not see his dreams come to fruition.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well you're about to be in for a treat.\"*He'd say with Xylon answering his question about never visiting the empire.*\"We'll probably just be staying at the different Taverns we find there as we travel through if not camping out for the nights in the wilderness. I'd enjoy whatever you manage to convince me to buy while we're there if I were you because once we leave, we won't be eating the same way, if it all. I'd like to think that's still up in the air.\"*He'd say, laughing at their own potential demise in him knowing they were about to travel through some unknown desert in the middle of summer with no clue what they'd be up against. He'd push back a branch that threatened to get in his way, soon continuing on until he could find a thin ray of light that suggested where the forest ended.*\"And who knows, maybe we can put your sneaking skills to the test while we're there. What's a little mischief every now and then?\"*He'd say as he turned back to notice the Raccoon frowning. Terrel could at least give him some hope. He'd rather see his skills prior to leaving for the desert at least. One could only imagine how it would end for them in a life threatening situation if he couldn't even hold his own.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"Whatever i manage to convince you to buy huh?\" *A very mischievous grin splits wide upon his face before changing the subject* \"Soo where to first?\" *He asks now with a little pep in his step as he walks alongside the elf.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"First stop is Zatrqak.\"*He'd say to him.*\"With any hope we should be able to get to it by day's end since it rests just at the border of Siuian and Ombu.\"*The Elf would walk in silence, idly watching Xylon bouncing along the pathway with more energy than before. Whatever gets him walking faster, Terrel supposed. A thought would come to his mind, albeit temporarily before he'd eventually ask:*\"Do you know how to read a map, kid?\"*Perhaps there was something they can do to keep them busy for a while until they managed to get to town. Map reading would be useful all the way up until they get to the Steppes, after that, however, it was going to be a long time of walking beyond the map.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"Uh do they involve more pictures rather than words?\" *He smiled sheepishly cringing at his sudden awkwardness, to be honest he didn't knew this was coming, he hasn't exactly used a map more so relying on making small markings around places so he'd know his way around, but hopefully he'd have a way of remembering these places... And a way to mark them without having to read.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd let out a half chuckle. This person didn't know how to read did he? At least, that's what Terrel was beginning to assume. The Elf would reach into the folds of his cloak, pulling out a scroll that he had borrowed from the library he stopped by in Mentia.*\"It has a little bit of both, I guess would be fair to say.\"*He'd answer, opening up the scroll to reveal the map of Ramul Ta. With the map open, he had to walk much slower so as not to run into anything, though it wasn't so hard to with the forest opening up much more. Looks like they'll be camping out in the open plains tonight with the city being miles away from the forests. He'd point to the different markings of trees and mountain ranges on it, saying.*\"There's some landscapes you can probably read easily. We're currently in Ombu's forests.\"*He'd run a finger towards the clump of trees sitting at the edge of the region's border before tracing his finger down diagonally.*\"Just past Siuian's border. We'll probably reach the country today, but the city will be a much further trek.\"" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "*He listened to the explanation as he watched the map, this was semi great- he has acquired some knowledge on how to read the map and he grabs the map from Terrel's hand looking through it trying to memorize it all.*\n\n*It's a slow process but hey at least it's something!* \"I didn't expect alot of walking, you think i can hitch a ride on your back? You know so my legs don't get tired Pigman\" *He mused, he has a ticket out of here and by god he was happy about it so why not lighten the mood, he did the best he could to not crumple the map as he rolled it and put it in his sack for safe keeping, the pep in his step not wavering.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"You want to... Hitch a ride... On my back?\"*The Elf would say back to him, slowing his words just to reiterate how ridiculous it sounded as Xylon would pocket his map away. This guy really was a kid wasn't he? Well hopefully he won't end up losing or ruining the map in the process. Knowing basic directions only gets one so far without memorizing the name of each city they walked through. Now that the map was out of his hands, he could continue walking onward as his normal pace despite the Raccoon speaking of his legs getting tired.*\"How did you manage to survive a day out here?\"" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"What's with the question Terrel? Can't i get one piggyback ride while my legs recover from all the walking we'll be doing?, are you gonna ruin this dream of mine this quickly Mr. Pigman?\" *He says putting on a sad expression with a few crocodile tears as he cackled on the inside.*\n\n\"How i managed to survive is another story for another day, unless your gonna make fun of my lack of fighting skills again which would be so cruel of you!\" *He fakes a cry, hands on clutching his shirt over dramatically as they walked.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Xylon, we haven't even been walking for five minutes.\"*He'd say with a hint of sarcasm.*\"You're in for the long haul if you can't even make it out of the forest.\"*The Elf would gesture towards the edge of the woods, soon finding himself being met by tears. Terrel's eyes would narrow, more so in the way that he wasn't putting up with this.*\"You never grew out of those toddler years have you?\"*The Elf would ask him, finally coming to a stop so that he could face him fully.*\"Trust me, there's a lot crueler things I can do besides reminding you of something factual.\"" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "*Tears disappeared in an instant at the comment* \"Hey i grew out of it just fine! Besides i didn't mean right here right now I'm not looking for a piggyback ride when i can still walk\" *He keeps walking until he stopped in his track as Terrel came to a full stop and faced him as he spoke* \"Oh i know you can do crueler things i mean you already give off an aura of 'fuck off or die', i was just messing around\" *Xylon replied walking past him and skipping along, guess he'll just use his crocodile eyes later or maybe some pleading eyes when he eventually finds a market selling something that caught his eyes.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Right...\"*He'd say dubiously before continuing on his progression.*\"At any rate if you somehow manage to pass out from walking, I'll just put you and the map in my bag. Makes it much more convenient.\"*He'd say casually. As he exited the line of trees, the Elf was met by a windy moor. At the very least the air was some relief from the beaming sun, so Terrel decided to relish it at much as he can while he continued onwards.*\"Or I may just not notice you've stopped walking completely and that'll be a whole different problem. You understand the different directions, right?\"" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"Uh yeah definitely\" *Being in the forest for a while has gave em an idea of what different directions are, he looks towards the sky as they walked trying to find some things to do while walking that's not completely boring he'll probably have to overlook the map later when they stop walking.* \n\n\"Me in a bag?\" *He snorted at the prospect* \"Isn't that gonna make me suffocate in there or something??\" *He chuckled more though the thought doesn't seem dreadful.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"So you can tell me which way South East is then?\"*He'd ask him.*\"You're the map holder now, so seems like you're going to be telling me which way we're heading then, right?\"*He'd ask him. Of course Terrel already knew where they were going, though he found amusement in messing with him in the couple months they had to get there. Being asked if he'd suffocate in the bag, the Elf would respond.*\"Only if I close it.\"*He'd say with a hint of mischief.*\"But that would *Never* Happen~\"*There was something funny about leaving the Raccoon on edge, especially after his disaster of a travel companions he's had histories of. At least Xylon managed to make it entertaining even with his constant back talk.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"So *You* Are gonna kill me on the way you are a very sly pig you know that?\" *He chuckled before answering the other elf's question on direction* \"Why would you ask me for directions when you know the way already? I'm technically the map reader but you had time to process and memorize the way before i came here so it gave you plenty of time to memorize the route\" *He was never gonna get bored of talking now not that he hasn't been bored of that before but it gotten repetitive talking to himself and talking back was very fun, this will probably be a shitshow but he's gonna at least make it entertaining maybe for others but for himself as they continued.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Because you decided to keep the map.\"*He'd say in response.*\"The map holder is naturally the navigator. Besides if you get lost, I doubt me leaving bread crumbs for you follow is going to make you any better at figuring out the names of the places we're going. There are three locations on there you have to remember: Zatrqak, Zmara, and Chu. As long as we end up in those three places at some point, preferably in that order, then we're practically going in the right direction. Best to learn how to read a map now, it might save your life later or be the death of you. Never know what you'll find once you leave home. Besides, I'm going to get full use of this map one way or another before it becomes useless to us.\"" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"I kept the map to look over and mark later on when we eventually stop somewhere to sleep\" *He says not skipping much now, so now he had 3 destination to get through Zatrqak, Zmara, and Chu and boy did he look forward to marking those on the map for memory sake, as long as he kept that same pattern they'll be golden.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel decided to ignore the fact that Xylon was about to write all over his map, part of him just hoping it'll still be readable whenever he was finished. At least where they were going, they won't need a map, but it would suck to make it to the next town without being able to re-route with the map being drawn over.*\"Remind me in the next town over to buy you pencils and paper so that you can have something more proper to make your kid drawings on...\"*He'd jab.*\"We'll be walking for a while, so I'll have to make do with supplies we find for camping out here. I'd pick up my horse, but bringing him on the trip probably won't end well for him.\"" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"You think i can color the landmarks? *He asks ignoring the kid drawing jab, he won't be making too much of a trouble for Terrel to read through he did say he'd get paper so he'll probably have to write down some of the places and he won't have to worry about people going through his writing because it'll be all unreadable.* \"Wait you have a horse-\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Sure, why not.\"*He'd say, allowing the Elf to add color to the drawings. What's a map without color anyways? Well, a regular map for one probably. Being asked about him having a horse, he'd say:*\"Of course, who would want to do all this walking from country to country?\"*It was clearly a tease from Xylon's earlier complaints, making him a hypocrite for saying such, but the Elf cared little of it. If he didn't want walk, he won't walk. He has money and a horse to do such for him if he didn't want to go through the effort.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"Yesss!\" *He'll have a field day finding stuff in the market later, though he did feel the Pigman was slightly hypocritical on that last line but he's not gonna worry about that right now he thought as they walked through the landscape.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd give a brief shake of his head in amused exasperation, soon falling into silence with how far they had to go. Time seemed to pass at a snail's pace, though the everlasting moorlands didn't seem to come close to ending at any point. The Elf didn't seem to take much notice of it, growing used to taking these long paths whenever he wanted to go from place to place nowadays without Carl to aid him, though he never once brought up the exhaustion it brought with constantly going from one place to another. He enjoyed it at times though, never knowing what he'd get to see on his travels. As time passed, the sun would soon begin casting a reddened orange glow across the field to which the Elf would finally glance up to the darkening sky.*\"This may be a good place to stop for the night.\"" }, { "author": "Breeze", "message": "*He looked up at the sky admiring the shift in colors before replying* \"You think we're gonna get ambushed around here? It's pretty open... And i don't think i like being robbed more than i do that on the daily\" *He said as he nervously chuckled clutching the sides of his hood to keep himself from not trembling from nervousness, paranoia was something he was no stranger to afterall he needed to keep guard up unless he wanted to end up missing and probably dead somewhere during the moments he let his guard down.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Probably.\"*He'd say rather bluntly.*\"But that's why you take turns keeping watch, so as not to get snuck up on.\"*Then again there was always the risk of getting attacked anyways, especially if there was only one of them out here, but between the two keeping watch, they should be fine.*\"Try to see if you can find a clearing out here to start a fire, we can at least have one going until one of us goes to sleep. Afterwards we should stop drawing attention to ourselves for the night.\"*He was glad to at least carry some rations on him from his trip, without his horse being able to carry things for him now. The Elf was reduced to using a bag instead, which was large enough to carry most of the supplies needed for a temporary camp.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "*He nodded before leaving for a bit to find a nice place to start the fire and going into through the unknown land to complete his objective.*\n\n*Good news was he found a nice place to light a fire at! It wasn't small but not too big either so they have alot of room to make a big campfire if they wanted, the sky was all glitter and shine like the biggest piece of jewelry Xylon has yet to steal and add to his ever growing hoard of shiny material as he turned and left the area to go back to Terrel and complete this small quest.*\n\n*He marked around where the place was via rocks he stuck to the ground in an upwards position like some makeshift obelisk's while on his way to find Terrel since he sorta left the larger elf's side to complete his mission for a few hours.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With Xylon temporarily leaving him to find a space for them, Terrel would remove the bag from his cloak and would stoop down to begin taking some of the supplies out from it. Some flint and iron for quickly lighting a fire and what food he managed to bring with him. With his height, he managed to at least poke out in the rest of the tall grass, though it took him until Xylon had gotten much closer before he'd notice the Wood Elf returning from his short expedition.*\"Found a nice place to camp?\"*He'd ask him, soon returning to his full height once he returned his bag to rest on his shoulder for now while he carried the rest of the supplies in his hand.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"Yeah i did!\" *He yelled before getting closer* \"We just need to follow the rocks\" *He pointed to the direction he came from that had one small rock turned upwards in a small hole, he then playfully punched Terrel before running yelling* \"Last one there is a rotten tomato!\" *He laughs running as he followed the road of makeshift obelisk's.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*For a moment Terrel wouldn't react as Xylon would suddenly dart off towards the Camp. The Elf didn't feel like giving chase especially after all the walking, though he would teasingly tug the Wood Elf backwards by his hood before Xylon could run back onwards out of reach. Terrel would move at his normal pace, following the rocks as he'd watch Xylon run on ahead with a surprising bout of energy despite the day. Maybe he would make a good traveler yet.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "*Xylon ran until he's at the campsite to be winning the race he started, he could take this opportunity to boast and stroke his ego abitp but he got tired after all the running despite the seemingly never ending energy he has surging through every part of his body, he eventually just laid on the ground staring at the sky waiting for his legs to start working again so he'll get to do something other than laying down and stargaze.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would slowly make his way into the camp, looking down at the Wood Elf with amusement.*\"Tired already?\"*He'd ask him before kneeling down to start picking at the area for enough supply to create a fire. It wasn't hard to start one with the grass and flint, though keeping it going required a lot more materials.*\"Don't tell me you're about to go to sleep on me already. Going to have to be able to keep watch at some point tonight.\"" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"I'm just resting my leg abit, if i kept moving around my leg would've gave out and I'll be collapsing\" *He said going into a sitting position watching Terrel make a fire, his legs were finally working and not currently in pain from him running around like a child so he went and stood up stretching.* \"You can probably go sleep first if you want, if i end up getting sleepy I'll just wake you up before sleeping.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Nice try.\"*He'd say.*\"I'm taking first watch. You should go ahead and get your sleep in now before you end up crashing in the night.\"*Terrel would add a bit more fuel to the weak fire, barely making it kindle any more with the help he provided.*\"Besides, I'll be working to get this fire going for a while. Not much out here to keep it going, so we may just end up without any light out here.\"" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"Oh ok, I'll just uh sleep here\" *He said awkwardly before laying back down and closing his eyes slowly drifting into a almost dreamless sleep on the ground.*\n\n*He didn't know how much time had passed while in his sleep before he woke up with a jolt with nothing of recollection of why he woke up from fear he didn't remember being scared about, he calmed himself down while looking around for anything out of the ordinary.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would glance over at Xylon as he'd doze off, resuming working on the fire before finally sitting back in deciding it'll have to be good enough. Night would fall in the time he was keeping watch with only the glow of the fire to illuminate the area. For the time being the Elf had been left to his own thoughts as he was idly peeling at a potato with his dagger only to be disturbed by Xylon suddenly waking up in the middle of the night.*\"Nightmare?\"*He'd ask back to him without turning to face the Wood Elf. Terrel doubted it was anything worth getting up for in him not seeing any threats out here, but with how low the fire was getting again, it only got harder to see their surroundings.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "*His head snapped at Terrel's voice before sighing in relief when he realized who was talking to him then replying* \"Uhm i think? I don't exactly remember i just woke up scared of... Something\" *He said before looking at the fire trying to remember what he was dreaming about but nothing came up, eventually he heard his stomach growling* \"Hey uh do you have any food to eat? I'm kinda hungry Pigman\" *He asked looking at the potato he's peeling with a dagger.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"If you want to eat a raw potato then sure.\"*He'd say in response before softening his tone a little.*\"But if not you can stay up a little bit longer until I finish cooking this one.\"*He'd begin cutting it into smaller pieces, soon placing them near the dying fire.*\"First time outside the forest for a while?\"Terrel would ask him, figuring he was similar to one companion he had who struggled to adjust to the change.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"I think i can wait a little longer, and yeah... It's nice being outside of that forest still weird but i think it'll work just fine.\" *He said laying down again admiring the stars.*\n\n*They twinkled and shimmer throughout the night sky, he hasn't seen stars in a while after the deal he struck a month ago though he used to climb to the roof of his house to stargaze for hours only to then sleep on the roof half of the time, when he was in the forest he couldn't do much stargazing since he got preoccupied with some creatures waiting to eat him alive during the night so now that he got to see them again made him feel great since he missed the pretty sight of the sky when it became dark out, he smiled as his eyes darted everywhere to admire the stars sprinkled in the sky and maybe the moon too why not.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I'm sure you'll get used to it.\"*He'd say, watching the potatoes cook.*\"Or not, I won't make a promise on it. Some never do and end up returning back home.\"*The Elf wasn't much of a stargazer, instead keeping his head down to focus on his task. In time, as the potatoes began to finish, he'd pry them away from the fire and place them in his hands once they cooled enough. He'd turn around, holding out a handful of the diced up potatoes to the Wood Elf.*\"Here. If you're wanting something with meat in it, we'll just have to stop by the Taverns in the city. I'm not really a meat eater, so you'll just have to get used to this for when we're traveling between capitols.\"" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "*He was only half listening to Terrel when he spoke but he did perked up at the mention of food and took the ones he was offered before sitting up.*\n\n \"I'm not picky so I'll eat anything to be honest you won't have to worry about me eating something specific\" *He said before munching on it happily.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"That makes a few of you.\"*He'd say, moving his hand away as Xylon took the food he offered. The Elf would take the rest for himself, eating at the small diced potatoes.*\"We'll have to stop to resupply anyways. Haven't been able to carry as much on me without Carl, so we'll have to ration it out a bit.\"*The Elf would glance over to him.*\"You should get some sleep though, still going to have to stay up to keep watch next and we'll still have a lot more traveling later.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"Do i have to??\" *He whined finishing his food and looked above again trying to catch a glimpse of a constellation or two* \"I wanna stargaze more, ya think there's gonna be a shooting star tonight?\" *He asks Terrel his mind wandering elsewhere, memories of distant laughter in the night when the star shown the brightest, but he couldn't piece together that memory much he tends to forget some pieces of his life after the parent killing.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Yes...\"*The Elf would answer back, his voice ever so heightening to be slightly more high pitched than it's normal gruffness which to say didn't do much for how low it was.*\"The stars are out every other night. You can see them again when it's your turn to keep watch. As long as you don't let it distract you from actually keeping watch. Don't want to wake up to a sword in my neck because you were too busy watching stars than what's around you.\"" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"I'll keep you from getting stabbed in your sleep, i swear on my own unmade grave\" *He said sarcasm dripping slightly though he does at least have to help Terrel abit.*\n\n*They were travel buddies after all and he's staying true to that promise till the end of their deal, besides there's a plus to this which is that he could buy stuff with his money at least if Terrel has large sums of the money on hand to buy some of the things Xylon asked for on their grand adventure so he'll keep it cheap just in case the larger elf is a little broke, and with enough reasoning maybe a little deception here and there and puppy eyes he'll probably be able to get the things he wanted (though he doubt he can fool Terrel twice with the deception tactic and the puppy dog eye trick made him a lil doubtful on it's effect on Terrel if it was a success or losing defeat) but that last part would just be a last resort if his other methods flopped on it's head, And so in the way this system worked he can essentially buy things but he himself won't have to trade away his valued stash of shiny accessories, the perfect crime.* \n\n*Walking away from his schemes that's brewing in his mind he noticed the change in pitch when the larger elf said \"Yes\" Which made him snort in surprise* \"Oh also did your voice got higher? You sound weird Pigman\" *He giggled.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"My bets on your grave being made first.\"*He'd respond back in the Raccoon making a promise on it.*\"I doubt you'd put a fight anymore than a normal raccoon would.\"*The travels in between cities would be the hardest in having to trust some kid with keeping watch with Xylon already being mildly distracted from it. But if Terrel could live long enough to get through Siuian, it wouldn't matter in the end. Hopefully taking this kid along to the uncharted deserts won't end terribly. Greed could consume just about anyone. Some more than others, and the last thing they needed were people thinking irrationally in a life threatening scenario. The Elf suppose he couldn't talk though. Being materialistic had its own faults at times.\n\nHe'd turn his head at the question of whether or not his voice got higher.*\"Take it as a once in a lifetime thing.\"*He'd say.*\"Because that tone is incredibly hard to pull off.\"*Well that alongside having to yell at a loud enough tempo that ended up shattering his vocal cords.*\"Now go to sleep. You're wasting my sleeping hours.\"" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"I'll probably end up in a tomb, could you at least bury me respectfully instead of i don't know leaving me there to rot in the sun?\" *He asks, he's definitely not optimistic of his chances in survival despite him telling himself he could survive in an unknown area with no knowledge or understanding, but hey he signed the contract despite his own brain telling him no and a deals a deal he can't just break that deal and leave Terrel to die like some dirty rat in a sewer! His mother taught him better despite the life he's living now... She's definitely not gonna be happy with him, he's gonna prove Terrel wrong about it if he did manage to survive keyword being if he survive this unknown adventure he's going on with only the clothes on his back a sack of his belongings and random stuff and lastly a small hope that he'll get to reach his goals and avenge his parents untimely demise, revenge will be the sweetest dessert he'll get to taste when he does reach his goal.*\n\n*He yawns as his eyes grew more heavy from fatigue his body slowly pushing the lever of sleepiness and exhaustion.* \"I'll just go back to sleep now, though that once in a life time tone was pretty funny though!\" *He giggled lightly before slowly drifting back to dreamland snoring peacefully under the stars.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"If I manage to find your body after having to fight off who knows what, I'll think about it.\"*He'd say, not wanting to give Xylon anymore hope that he'd know what to do with a corpse once the heat of the moment ended. Maybe he could just bring them back to Ombu, though that was a lot of walking, making just digging hole out here seem more reasonable. Not to mention how hard digging was even with a shovel, but maybe he could figure out something. He could have that much respect at least. As Terrel heard Xylon's last comment before soon drifting off to sleep, he'd let out a quiet chuckle.*\"More stargazing for me.\"*He'd tease before laying back on the ground. The fire was bound to die off soon enough, but Terrel typically had a sixth sense when something was out to get them. Nothing seemed to trigger it right now which was enough to leave him with nothing better to do but to stargaze for the time being. He never did this back at home and even now he couldn't see what was so great about it, but it gave him something to focus on while he waited for time to pass. He'd eventually get his sleep as well, but for the time being he could relax a bit under the starry night sky.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Cassandra Lyson", "message": "*The sun was set high by the time they had arrived to the shoreline of the large forest, the ship having been anchored down and docked with the captain's first mate watching over it while the rest of the crew had gone off the explore the lands contents. Cassandra was with a small group of her own and gradually they made their way into the woodlands, seemingly following a map.*\"Keep looking, it's bound to be around here somewhere.\"*Cassandra ordered, waving away the crew to continue their search while she went to explore off a bit and let out an annoyed sigh in their little progress. It seems like they'll be stuck here for some time.*" }, { "author": "Levia Marinus", "message": "Down in the shore of the place had Levi been exploring, holding close to her she held a small satchel now full of random things she'd find in the forest paired with now things she'd find on the shore. In the distance she'd notice the shop as well as the people so in a quick pace she'd scurry close, curious of the thing, um the tentacles that rested as her hair would muzzle her cheek, curious, then wave her hand \n\n\"Helloo?\" She called out, her little irises scanning the place whne she saw the people go by, then waved at who she thought was the captain, Cassandra." }, { "author": "Cassandra Lyson", "message": "*It didn't seem like the captain took any notice of her. Instead one of the beastkin crew members had caught sight of her, narrowing his eyes slightly before he'd give Cass a nudge to draw her attention over. At first the Treton looked annoyed by it, but upon seeing the other 'fish' woman, her expression shifted a bit to a more mocking smile.*\"Well what do we have here...\"*She said.*\"Doesn't look like a local. Reckon she washed up on shore?\"*The other crew mates gave a snorted chuckle, appearing to be readying up their weapons while Cassandra had gone to approach Levia.*\"What business do you have out here?\"*She asked her in a more serious tone.*\"Not after our spoils are you?\"" }, { "author": "Levia Marinus", "message": "The girl, in mild curiosity watched as they conversed with each other and in her own way of trying to look.. Far decent than what she currently looked. If anything she just looked lost. The tentacles on her hair just idly slithered around, one now resting on her cheek. Blinking with a slight frown she'd watch the woman approach. \n\n\"Spoils..? Oh— no actually I'm looking for stuff to cook!\" She'd say in an overly cherry tone before she lifted her bag, said full of random foods and finds, some berries, some crab... That's alive and some random herbs that are preferably edible. \n\n\"Are you... A pirate?\" She asked with curiosity as her yellow octopus eyes looked at the woman and her attire before trailing off to the large ship and it's crew" } ]

[ { "author": "Cassandra Lyson", "message": "*Cassandra narrowed her eyes at the woman's response. Already, one of the crewmembers had their crossbow locked on the newcomer, but Cassandra held a hand up in indication to hold fire. Either this woman was naive or just playing dumb. One seemed more evident than the other as she had gotten a brief look into her bag which managed to wave off the initial passive aggression the Treton was giving her.*\"Consider us a group of merchants and mercenaries.\"*She said to the woman in a more casual tone.*\"The whole 'pirate' title has a lot of negative connotations to it, don't you think?\"" }, { "author": "Levia Marinus", "message": "Levi, of course as oblivious as can be tilted her head to the side, one of her tentacles lightly slithering at the mention of pirates again, the treton as silly as can be looked at the crewmate holding the crossbow and only let out a gentle chuckle, waving her hand in a friendly manner despite the obvious danger she could be in before she turned to the woman's attention again, nodding her head quickly. \n\n\"Oh then I'm sorry if it bothered you— ack, I'm so stupid, I'm Levia! Levia marinus, you can call me Lev, Levi, or my entire name which is Levithan but that name catches bad attention so the previous ones are okay!\" She said going on a small ramble of her own before she offered her hand to the woman with a gentle eye-closed smile as her free hand lifted to fix her glasses." }, { "author": "Cassandra Lyson", "message": "*Cassandra looked at the woman's outstretched hand, appearing unimpressed at her reaction to everything.*\"You have no sense of situational awareness do you?\"*The woman questioned rhetorically. She looked back to the crew mate and gave a dismissive wave of her hand.*\"She's nobody, go find it. And it better all be together when you get back!\"*The Treton ordered the crew. There were a few grunts as they lowered their weapons away and turned off to head out into the forest, leaving the two to their own for the most part except for whoever was left around the ship. \n\nOnly then did she speak to the woman fully.*\"Name's Cassandra.\"*She said, placing her hands on her hips, a light smirk crossing her face in figuring out just what she was working with here.*\"You should be careful around here. I hear wood elves don't take kindly to strangers on their land.\"*If there was one thing Levi did get right, the woman was dressed like a traditional pirate. Between her captain's hat and cutlass at her hip, she was only an eyepatch or peg leg away from following the stereotype fully. Her brunette hair appeared greyed in the lighting while her eyes were speckled in gold. She could have easily played off as a normal Macen in this form. Unlike the octopus, she didn't really have anything fish-like about her outside of sea travel.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Levia Marinus", "message": "The girl tilted her head again in curiosity as she watched the crew leave..? Go silent? With a slight frown to her features before she averted her gaze back to the woman as she spoke. Looking down to her bag she let out a thoughtful hum. \n\n\"We'll, I'm not sure yet, but I do wanna know if I can cook something new, there's someone that keeps visiting me for my food and I wanna make sure he keeps getting Suprised\" She said, nodding her head \n\n\"That and so he doesn't get the small idea of cutting a bit of these\" She said and pointed to the tentacles on her head, in response one of the tentacles wrapped around her finger and she let out a little timid chuckle... Realizing it was gonna be stuck there for a bit of a minute." }, { "author": "Cassandra Lyson", "message": "*Cassandra eyed the Treton for a moment, eventually saying:*\"Seems like you got your hands pretty full. Well that's too bad, could have used ya to teach the crew a thing or two about cooking if you're good enough to keep someone so persistent at bay.\"*A chuckle escaped her for a brief moment and giving Levia's hair a simple flick, she continued.*\"It's not often I get to see a Treton this far from the Arcanes. I'm sure plenty can go all their lives not leaving the ocean.\"*The Captain stared down at Levia for a moment.*\"Assuming this someone is another landlubber, don't see why you don't just stay out at sea?\"" }, { "author": "Levia Marinus", "message": "At the mere mention of wanting to teach other people to cook the tentacle retracted back to her.. Hair and she quickly reached into her pocket, where she pulled out a small book \n\n\"Ahhh, if you need recipes actually I have a couple spare! I always make copies of what I cook in case anything happens.. Not all books are able to stay under water and not.. Turn into paper mash you know! So If you need to.. I Can give you a couple papers of some recipes!\" She offered with a smile, lifting up one recipe of what seemed like steamed crab and clam sided with fried seaweed. \n\n\"Although, I don't really stay out at sea because.. I'm really bad at directions, I'm trying to get used to land before I venture to water again— i hope that makes sense of course..\"" }, { "author": "Cassandra Lyson", "message": "*She waves away the piece of paper.*\"Don't try to insult them. Not everyone around here is gifted with the ability to read.\"*Cass said to her casually. With the mention of being bad at directions, she raised an eyebrow in question.*\"And you trust yourself out here with your lack of direction more than you do in the water? I work with cartography, but even I can say a Treton should have the instinct to know where they're going in their own element.\"*She turned and headed over towards the ocean, watching the waves rose up just to the tip of her shoes before returning back to where it came from.*\"You are one strange Treton, I'll give you that.\"" }, { "author": "Levia Marinus", "message": "Levia let out a hum, one of acknowledgment to the others words. It was true, one would think because of her family dating back to adventurers, people who live in oceans she'd have even a little bit of recognition from where she is. Though the treton said otherwise. \n\n\"That's true but, Im an orphan. I couldn't get to meet my family or even become as skilled in cartography as I should be because of them. I kinda grew up with foods, in my short life I've learned that food connects people even subtly, so I apologize if what I said seemed to offend\" She excused, referring to the girl saying she'd offend because not a lot are gifted to read." } ]

[ { "author": "nommancer", "message": "Hgh, I could do a super late reply but it already ended\n\n/You sure? I rlly could reply rn" }, { "author": "Levia Marinus", "message": "The treton frowned ever so slightly at the mention of getting advantage of, sure. She thought food was more than just something to eat, it could connect people, enrich them with new taste and warmth that they probably hadn't felt in a while. But her..? Getting taken advantage of? That she doubted \n\n\"Oh well, no— I don't think im getting taken advantage of.. I just think that- you know- food is more than just a platter. I guess I just have to be careful with it tho..\" She muttered a bit before returning a look to the lady, then the crew that held a box \n\n\"Whats that?\" \n\nShe questioned in curiosity, in response to this newfound curiosity the tentacles that laid on her head wriggled in curiosity." }, { "author": "Cassandra Lyson", "message": "\"Oh it's a lot more than that. Hence what I said, but I don't bother too much with food and all that. You get what you get out on the seas and I can be satisfied with just that. Never needed anything fancy for it.\"*Her gaze followed the crew members as they carried the seemingly heavy box back to the ship.*\n\n\"Just something that's going to make a little bit richer. Which, we probably shouldn't stick around too long for, you included.\"*She said to cryptically answer the woman's question.*\"Got until nightfall to set out of here and seems like the sun is cutting our time short.\"*As the crew members got the box up into the ship, one of them gave a wave to signal to the Treton while another was keeping watch of the forest just beyond the boat. Cassandra tipped her hat in response back to them in notice of them.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*It is here were our story begins in the land of Tadon-Barana were we see a 21 year old boy working on horseshoes for the family business in town. This boy we are looking at is named Hanz Humphrey, and he has a wild story ahead of him. Hanz is a normal boy who works for his father in the smith works as family business. But Hanz wants more to his life though by swinging swords or shooting bows or using magic. But for this part of the chapter we just see a normal blacksmith boy.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The Kingdom of Tadon-Barana was in turmoil. Yet another succession conflict has broken out, and the kingdom fell into one of its periodic civil war. Hanz's village were spared the ravage of war, until now...*\n\n*Far away on the horizon, a few pillar of smoke rose into the air. It was in the direction of a village three miles east from here, where Hanz and his father might've bought their iron from. Raids were not uncommon, and village were known to light beacons to warn others ahead.\n\nBut something looked different this time. There was multiple pillars - and there was only beacon fire per village...*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hanz and his father would see the the smoke in the distance wondering what on earth was going on out there.*\n\n*Hanz: \"Father, do you see that?\"*\n\n*Hanz's father: \"What you saying bo-\n... Hanz, get in the house and gather our belongings.\"*\n\n*Hanz: \"Father what is it ev-\"*\n\n*Hanz's father: \"GO BOY!\"*\n\n*As Hanz goes to gather his stuff he looks out the window and see's a rain of many fire arrows.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*As Hanz gathered the belongings, he could see well armoured horsemen charging into the village. The village's gate were broken after a minute, and the armed men flooded in, while villagers scattered and fled in all directions.\n\nHanz could flee out of the house and see what is going on..*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Hanz: \"Dear lord there must be more than a thousand raiders here! But wait a second...\"\n\n*Hanz now realized that these raiders weren't from Tadon. The foreign enemy's had bandit heads on the top of their pikes with their coat of arms below it with an X on it to possibly show a sign of being unstoppable. \nHanz saw people having their heads slacked off. Many of the soldiers of Tadon were no match for the enemy soldiers strength and soon there was no one left to defend the towns people.*\n\n*Hanz then looked to his right just in time to see his father chopped right in half from the waste by an axe like butter with instant death. Hanz just stood there like time itself had stopped.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*In front of Hanz, a group of soldier - recently released from garrison duty, were fighting off the raiders, forming an improvised shieldwall so the rest of the villagers could escape. One after another arrow dropped into them, and it seemed like their shield would crack at any moment. One of them saw Hanz standing there, dazed, and waved at him to get away, pointing at the rear exit of the fortified village.\n\nAs the world seemingly froze, the soldier fell one by one, and a horseman charged at the soldier, swinging his mace at one of the soldier's head, knocking him down. He turned toward Hanz, swinging it at his head too. The mace connected, knocking Hanz out. Yet, luckily enough for him, his skull was tough, and the hit wasn't square on, saving him from debilitating brain trauma...*\n\n*Hours later, Hanz would awake. In front of him were the corpses of the soldiers, now stripped bare and clean of their equipments. The stench of corpses filled the air, but none of them has began to rot, thanks to the hot, dry climate of the surrounding. Hanz was surrounded by burning and burnt out building, with the disemboweled corpse of his father next to him.\n\nThe raiders are long gone...\n\nPerhaps he should look around the village for something useful. Five miles west were a fortified castle on top of a plateau, where the local lord resided. Surely he could fine refuge there?*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hanz would begin to sulk for a straight 30 minutes until he recovered*\n\n\"I can't sulk for the rest of my life here... I'll have to find many more valuables as I can. I still have my money at least but I'll have to find some food or something and then head to Grundwald castle at the plateau.\"\n\n*Hanz would be able to find 5 apples and eat 3 and save the other to. A axe just in case he needs to fight back, and he found his horse so he'll be able to get to Grundwald faster.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The ride was thankfully, quite short. After an hour, he arrived at the castle, without running into any of the raider that attacked his home village. The castle was well placed on top of the plateau, with only one way up. In front of it he could see what seems to be a skirmish zone, with hundreds of arrows scattered, all of them shot from the direction of the castle. Several dried blood stains were on the ground.\n\nSomeone left an arming sword - without its sheath, on the ground during the chaos. And it seems there was a perfectly serviceable kite shield left here, except for the three arrows stuck out of its front.\n\nThe castle is now some six hundred feet away. Someone on top of it is yelling at him.*\n\n\"IS THAT HANZ!? GET OVER HERE!\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hanz would come galloping in on his horse.*\n\n*\"Help! My village has been attacked and I need to get the heck in there before they try an kill me again!.\"*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"The gate is open! Comon in!\" *The soldier yelled.*\n\n\"They just came over here and tried fighting us!\" *Indeed, the gate to the castle were open - but half open, ready to be lowered at any moment. Hanz should probably consider picking up the equipments left on the floo.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hanz would look to see equipment on the ground it was a Sabre from the foreign invaders. Though it was a bit new looking to hans for he's never seen a sword like this. He would also pick up the shield just in case.*\n\n*Hans would then faint after feeling the pain from the blunt he had on his head.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"What?\" *The soldier murmured to himself. He scrambled down stairs, taking one of the horse and riding out to Hanz. He quickly placed him on top of his horse, and strapped the equipment to him, except for the scimitar. Then he slowly led himself and the horse back up to the castle.\n\nOnce securely inside, the gate would be closed, and Hanz brought over to the barrack for recuperation. Luckily for him, a mage was present, and sat down next to him, casting the spell healing touch to heal him...\n\nThere was a mug of water next to him, and some bread on a tray. The mage sat on the chair next to him- An old-looking male fire macen, with visible white hair.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hanz would begin to wake up.*\n\n*\"Were am I?*\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"You're in Grunwauld castle. You fainted outside. Are you fine? You must be one of the villager from the village, right?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Aye I was a smith in the vill with my father David Humphrey until we saw these strange and unknown raiders attack us. I've never seen these types of raiders before in my life and they killed all the known raider clans in the nation. It was unbelievable. And they spoke a different language as well so I definitely know they aren't from here.\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"You sure about the part? They must be foreign invaders, taking advantage of the chaos in this land to pillage... Still..\" *He sighed,*\"With the country at war, there's not much we can do about them. What do you plan to do, Hanz?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"I wished to burry my father but he's nothing but ash in the ruins of the town. My goal is to fight these bastardized invaders in any way I can. But I don't know how to hand a weapon.\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"M'lord need men to fight in his war, you could enlist. We could also use a good smith - You know how to forge a sword? Arrow? Repair them?\" *The mage asked.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*\"I only forged tools and horseshoes, but no weapons.\"*\n\n*\"Maybe we could get started right away.\"*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Come here. I'll bring you to a man you'd like to meet.\" *The mage stood up, helping him up with his hand. He led Hanz over to the castle smithy, where a blacksmith is working on a sword blank.*\n\n\"I've brought you a new apprentice!\" \n\n*The blacksmith turned to the new comer. Perhaps Hanz will know him and his name.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"FREDERICK GROSHEN IS THAT YOU?\"\n\n*Hanz would say with a great happy voice.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Hanz! I thought you were dead! The whole village was torched. You lived! Ah! I would hug you right now, but I have a sword here to finish...\" *He hammered the sword into shape, and then quenched it in water. After a minute, he set the half complete sword aside, running over to hug him tightly, with the strength of a blacksmith.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"That is one fine cutlass you made there Fred, I also see a nice spear there as well.\"\n\n\"I didn't know you could craft such beautiful weaponry.\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Indeed, they were ordered by the lord. The best steel in Tadon-Barana. Johnson here want you to be my apprentice. I'm willing to take you on and teach you the art of forging such beautiful swords. What say you, Hanz?\" *Frederick was eager to skip over the tragedy earlier today.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*\"Sounds fine by me but I was wondering if you could teach me how to use one of these weapons?*\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"A spear is easy to use, but I am a blacksmith by trade. Captain Sigurd will drill you - after all, you are now under Lord Grunwauld's care. He will teach you to use a spear and sword and shield. He will be back in an hour from a scouting trip.\" \n\n*In the meantime, perhaps Hanz could help himself to the food.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hanz would help himself to cheese, apples, chicken, and wine and get some rest for the day and focus on blacksmithing tomorrow.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The next day would come by, with nothing special happening for Hanz. Perhaps he should seek some special interactions?*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hanz would decide to go right to Frederick after breakfast to learn how to make weapons as a blacksmith.*\n\n*\"Fred, I'm ready to take the lessons of a smith weapon maker.\" Hanz would say standing boldly.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Good. Let's get started on the specifics of forging a sword.\" *He said, bringing out a blank for the new apprentice to work on.*\n\n\"Take it and heat it in the furnace.\" *He say*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"What sword are we making Fred?\"\n*Hanz would say with curiosity.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Just a standard arming sword here - It is better to start small. This is a blank I've purchased from a smithery in the capital city, so all you need to do is to heat it, hammer it into piece, and then grind it sharp.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"I see, well then lets get started.\"\n\n*Hanz would be taught the many ways of making a weapon from the blacksmith for half of the day until a soldier came walking up to see what they were up to. This man right here would be the one to train Hanz on how to use weaponary.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*By the time Hanz is done, Hanz might've finally made his first sword - with the blank already pre-made. The soldier walked in. He looked smart, and had a broad, well-muscled frame. He was in full plate - must be someone of high status.*\n\n\"Hello Hanz, I'm informed you've enlisted in his lord's army. I am here to bring you outside and train you - How much experience you have had fighting?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"I be good with my fists sir but I've never held a weapon in me life.\"\n\n\"What are some of the weapons you can teach me?\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Well, if you want to be a soldier - you need to know how to fight. We expect you to stand in formation, with your spear, and poke at the enemy from behind your shield. Then you must know how to fight with a sword in one hand, and a shield in the other - it is much easier than fighting with a sword along. After that..\"\n\n\"Have you learned how to use a sling in your village? If not, we could start with teaching you how to throw a fletched javelin straight, or perhaps how to use a crossbow..\" *The captain explained his options.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Alright then let's get started with all this I want to kill those foreign scum!\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*After two months of training, Hanz gained some basic fighting skills. By this point, he knew how to use a sword and shield to fight, to move around and put on a set of cheaply produced but protective almain rivet armour, how to use a spear and brace it, how to use fletched javelin and throw it (not necessarily well), and how to operate a crossbow with a goat's foot lever.*\n\n\"Right! Hanz! It is your big day. Today, you'll officially become a Private under the Lord's army. But first, I want to make sure you are ready to fight. Are you ready for the practice fight, Hanz?\" *The captain said after summoning Hanz to the yard.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Aye sir and what weapon will we be using today?\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Aye. I just want to know if you can handle a decent fight. Now, you know what they say about safeties. Put on that set of almain rivet over there.\" *He pointed toward a mass produced set of almain rivet armour. Telling him to put it on.*\n\n\n\n*Once he is done, he handed him a steel basket-hilted sword 0.95m long, with the enchantment of \"Do No Harm\" Placed on it - It prevents the weapon from doing any real damage. But make it retain force.* \n\n\"A good training weapon.\" *He next handed him a kite shield that he expect him to strap to his non-dominant hand.*\n\n*The captain draw a longsword 1.3 meters long, holding it in both hand, standing 50 yards away, it will take a turn or three in heated combat to reach him. The longsword is probably enchanted, too.* \n\n\"First one to score a hit win - I don't need you to win, I need you to put up a fight. But you better do, because a sword-and-shield is better than a longsword alone.\"\n\n\"Ready? If you are, make a step forward and I will begin my move.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hanz would equip the armour first and make sure everything was on tight and properly. He would then strap a belt around his waste in order to sheath the sword. After this Hanz would grab the shield with the non dominant hand and grip it tight. Once Hanz was ready he would draw his sword and ready his shield.*\n\n\"I be ready sir let's bring it!\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Right! Go for it! Take me down!\" *The captain said. He held his sword backward, resting it on his shoulder, while walking forward to within 30 yards of Hanz, his advance is slow, and methodical, waiting for him to do something.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hanz would keep moving which is an important thing in combat. He would grip his sword and hold his sword up. Suddenly Hanz would swing at the captains waste and then stab for the helmet. Hanz did this to trick the captain into thinking of striking from the top first.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The captain made a backstep when Hanz moved forward, and then swung his sword downward, hoping to deflect Hanz's swing and then transition into a cut toward his leg. This would interrupt his planned stab...\n\nBut Hanz has a shield.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hanz would take a step back and hold his ground and regain some stamina after the hit he's taken. If one thing he's learned in combat it was to keep your energy stable. Hanz would then swing at the right shoulder and then kick at the captains chest, and then he would go for a low swing right to the face.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Not bad.\" *The captain said after Hanz took the hit,*\"Use your shield.\" *He made a reminder, while Hanz regained his stamina.*\n\n*The captain once again made a defensive swing, going from right to left to deflect Hanz's shorter sword sideway. He didn't see the leg coming to his chest in time from behind the shield, and ate a kick to his upper arm. Hanz 1 - 1 Captain. Presumably, the swing would've not been executed, since Hanz just won the round.*\n\n\"Remember your training Hanz. I have a longer sword, but you have a shield, and you can block everything. **Bind** The sword with your shield, control it, and then you can hit me with your sword as many time as you like.\" \n\n*He backed off to 20 yards away, ready for a third round.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hanz would nod to the reminder and ready up again and keep moving in formation. This time he wait for the captain to swing. Here was the plans.*\n\n*If he swinged from the top Hanz would dodge from the side and hit the sword down with his and strike him in the chest.*\n\n*If he swinged from the bottom Hanz would parry it and smack the captain with his shield and swing at his head and then the hip.*\n\n*If it was from the left or right side Hanz would duck and kick the captain back and go for a stabbing lunge hitting the captain in the shoulder.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The captain advanced in front of him. He started circling outside of strike range, so he has time to respond if Hanz lunged forward. After ten seconds, he decided to make a strike - He expect to lose, sword-and-board against longsword wasn't a fair exchange, after all.\n\nHe move forward, and then made an overhead swing from above. His sword would be hit, and Hanz would presumably make the move for his chest. He turned the sword around, trying to parry it, only to be hit in the chest.*\n\n\"Not bad, parry with the shield next time - remember, you are fighting with two weapon against one. But you've graduated. Now... Go grab a real sword over there, and a crossbow. Don't forget the bolt.\" *The captain put away the longsword, taking an basket-hilted sword and shield himself.*\n\n*He rung a bell while Hanz is away, and soldiers came to gather in the courtyard for a routine patrol.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hanz would go to grab a real sword and he would have the option to pick any as a reward but he knew the weapon he picked would be the weapon he kept. He decided to pick a cutlass which was a favorite of his. He would then grab a kite shield and report to the courtyard.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Good, today we'll be patrolling out in the desert. We've received report that intruders were spotted heading toward us. We'll head toward a lake four miles from here, and then meet up with other troops to defeat the raiders. After that, we should come back here within a few days to celebrate our victory.\"\n\n*The captain explained their mission. After that, the column of thirty troops marched out from the castle, led by four mounted, armored camelryman, each of them carrying a composite bow. Nothing would happen as they moved through the dried highland on unpaved road for three miles..\n\nVegetations are sparse, but as they neared the lake, more and more trees appeared.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Aye Doyle this be it. We are going to fight the scum that invaded our land.\"\n*Hanz would say we a prideful voice.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Indeed my friend! We'll get revenge on those bloody raiders.\" *Doyle boasted,*\"After this fight I'm going back home to retire with all the booties I'll get, and then I'll marry with my fiancee.\" \n\n*He said as they continued their way toward the lake. Forest were rare in Tadon-Barana, but it appears they're starting to enter one.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Well enjoy that! I plan to explore the world after this maybe, or just start a new blacksmith shop or even learn magic! But hey didn't they say these raiders were from Grees?\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Were they? I've never thought raider all the way from Glees would come over here. I wonder what they're after.\" *Doyle asked. As his question finished, an arrow landed on the camel of the leading camelry. The rider dropped from his camel, rolling onto the floor.*\n\n\"ATTACK! Into formation! Shield wall!\" *The captain ordered, as he scrambled forward to pull the man away from the camel. His armour protected him from the following volley of arrow. Judging by the amount of arrows landing, there were at least eight archers amongst the attackers. The remaining camelry turned away, riding behind the infantries in the column, as they scrambled into an two-men deep shieldwall.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hanz would rip his shield and sword out and get in formation. He then saw the enemy charge, not a large force but they looked tough. As one of the attackers tried to swing at his head, Hanz would duck and stab the sword under the attackers helmet in the neck killing him instantly. Then another attacker came rushing with a lance. Hanz would throw the dead body at the lancer causing him to fall allowing Hanz to rush over quickly and stab him in the neck.*\n\n\"That'll teach em!\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*After Hanz got into formation, the scope of the attack would become clear. The arrows started to land on Hanz's shieldwall, and a group of enemy infantries - all heavily armoured in a mix of plate and chainmail, advanced toward the ambushed soldiers. They were beating their axe and mace on their kite shields, while cataphract-like horse archers followed behind them, landing one after another carefully aimed, powerful shot.*\n\n*The formation were now 30 yards away.*\n\n\"HOLD STEADY!\" \n\n*The camelry dismounted, shooting from behind the shield wall to not much effect.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hanz would hold steady and await orders.*\n\n\"COME ON SHOW A FIGHT YOU MURDERERS!\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*None of the invaders were moved by his speech. Or even understood. They advanced to within twenty yards, then abruptly stopped their advances. It appeared their formation were three ranks deep, and 12 wide. All of the infantrymen on the opposite side took out a javelin, and then threw it into Hanz's formation. The hail of javelins landed on the men's shield, disrupting them.\n\nThen they all simultaneously charged with axe drawn. One of them charged directly at Hanz, going for an upward chop down toward the top of his shield, while trying to slam him down on the ground with his own shield.\n\nThis man is wearing a nasal helmet with aventail, and a mail hauberk covering almost all of his body, except for his lower leg.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hanz would see the attacker charge him with an axe. And with quick thinking, he parry's the chop with his shield sending the axe into the air. He then put both of his hands on his sword and thrusted the blade right into the attacker's chest.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The chop was parried easily, with the axe's lower edge hitting the rim of the shield. With the attacker off balance, Hanz was free to make the attack. The arming sword thrusted forward, splitting the ring on his hauberk and piercing into the man's chest. It didn't hit his heart, but the attacker dropped his axe, a look of panic setting into his face as the sword is driven deeper.*\n\n\"Ag... Ghh...\" \n\n*The attacker started to slump down, as blood gushed forth from his wound, it seems Hanz severed a major artery.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hanz decides to mercy kill the man and finish the blow*\n\n\"That was for the town.\"\n*He would spit in the attackers face, and then return to formation.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The man dropped onto the ground. Dead. Then, Hanz would realize there was in fact, no more formation left. The charge of the superiorly-armoured attackers has broken the formation completely, and now the fight has disintegrated into total chaos. \n\nHe could see Doyle off in a corner, dueling a man with sword and shield for his life. Before he could think of intervening, another man approached Hanz. He had a long arming sword in one hand, and a shield in the other. He wore a full hauberk, with a breastplate added on top, and a better designed helmet that covered his face and throat with a gorget.*\n\n*He stood five feet in front of Hanz, waiting for him to make a move.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hanz would charge at the foreigner and knock the sword down with the enemy still holding it, and stab the sword into the shield with full might causing a small distraction to kick the man down.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The foreigner immediately slammed his shield forward, trying to deflect the sword away, and then transitioned into a slash toward Hanz's lower leg from above, trying to immobilise him where he had no armour.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hanz would back up after this blow in order to avoid being slashed by the enemy's sword. He then got a pile of sand and threw it into the enemy's face causing a little distraction. Hanz would the slash the dominant shoulder were the sword was held by the enemy and stab at the face.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The back up successfully let him avoid the blow. The man raised his shield, readying for a second strike when Hanz threw pocket sand into his face. The slash landed, but it failed to do any damage due to his armour. He immediately raised his shield, deflecting the sword away to above, and then used the resulting opening to attempt another leg slash at Hanz.*\n\n\"I'm not easy!\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"So you speak my language ay?\"\n\n*Hanz would again jump away to avoid the leg slash but this time he backed up farther quickly, dropped his sword and shield to the ground took out his crossbow with a quick aim, and fired the arrow heading for the soldiers leg. After this he dropped his crossbow quickly and picked up his sword and shield and charged at him with his shield ready just in case of another blow.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"NOT SO FAST!\" \n*The moment Hanz dropped his sword and shield to the ground, the man charged forward at full speed, trying to slam him down to the ground with his shield leading, and then stomped on his groin if he could.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*With quick thinking and since Hanz didn't have his shield he grabbed both of the hands and kicked the soldier in the chest 5 times before kicking him to the ground. He then went for his sword to possibly finish the blow.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The moment he tried to kick him, he would extend his sword downward to cut at his unprotected leg.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Ag!\" \n\n*Hanz would fall to his knee after being cut. He would quickly get back up though and rush back to get his sword and shield.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The man walked forward, trying to finish him off. At this moment Doyle slammed into the fight, ramming the man down onto the floor. Doyle gripped his sword, preparing for a downward chop, when the man on the ground parried it nimbly, stabbing Doyle in the neck. Doyle's eyes widened as blood flooded out of his cartoid artery, before his expression went blank.\n\nThe man is still distracted.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hanz would grab his sword quickly with rage and slice right at the neck of the enemy*\n\n\"YOU DAMN BASTARD!\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The enemy pulled his sword out of Doyle's neck, and before he knew it, a sword landed on his neck, cutting his head off the ground.*\n\n*Now that he has avenged his friend, he would quickly realized that the fight has gone very, very badly. Most of his comrades were engaged in combat, wounded, or killed, and it seems there was only a few casualties on the enemy's side...\n\nThere's a stray horse running around.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Seeing how bad it was, Hanz had no choice the enemy was overwhelming and he only had one chance to escape. He left his shield only taking his cutlass with him and ran to the stray horse mounting up on it and retreating to the castle.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*Hanz continued his flight away from the battlefield. On the way to the castle, on a particularly clear, long stretch of road, he'd spot four mounted horsemen that didn't look like someone from Tadon-Barana. All of them had bow. And none of them has seen him yet. It seems the way back to the castle is not clear.*\"\n\n*He would notice there's a saddlebag on the horse*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hanz would open the saddle bag.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*It seems someone has stashed some loot here. The horse turned out to be a quality courser, worth 900 silver or so. The saddlebag had some gold and silver coins, worth 600 silver total, and jewelries - some of them stained with dried blood, that were worth a small fortune - 1200 silver.*\n\n*At least this will get Hanz started on his life as a free man..*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hanz would of course stash this loot and return to the castle to warn the troops of what's coming*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*When Hanz finally found a route around the raider, it turn out the castle itself was surrounded, with around two hundred men besieging the garrison. Strangely, the camp of the besieger were also flying the flag of one of Tadon-Barana's local lord.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hanz decides to leave the castle and just desert the castle and continue his story in another tale.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Reynald Garner", "message": "*As the Light shone down atop the desert plains of Siui, a traveler would be riding atop a deep brown horse that pulled along a steady, two-wheeled carriage. The carriage was stocked with food and supplies as well as materials needed for blacksmithing, like iron and coal. Tools would rumble about alongside them like a sturdy hammer and some steel pliers.\n\nThe figure that rested in the cart with their valuables would be fully strapped with their own equipment; a high-grade plate helmet and some almian rivet armor atop their linen clothes, a medium shield would be strapped to their back and a short axe with it. They seemed to be able to take a fight if it came their way but obviously would rather have a safe journey with their goods. The figure looked up to the sky with a few simple thoughts running through their head before focusing on the journey ahead, as they were headed to the southern border to Kadho along the red sanded vistas.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Amsu had been travelling along the dunes of Siui for several days now, which due to his heritage he had few qualms with. He was quite familiar with survival out in these terrains due to being born and raised in the Bagega Desert... But it didn't mean that it was easy. Our little neko friend had been having trouble getting anything to eat, other than his extremely dried out assortment of fruits. His water-skin still had a pint or so left in it, but it would be best for him to find that famous Mur river soon.*\n\n*Currently he would be wearing a assortment of light brown robes, probably chosen to help fight off the heat that he would be facing during this journey. Underneath one of the robes would shine some metal, possibly a cuirass, as if he was seeking to protect himself from a miraculous bandit attack. Finally, there would a large pack strapped to his back, carrying what little cargo he brought with him.*\n\n*He had noticed this large cart passing him by, about ten or twenty meters to his left now that he had finally closed in on it... And Amsu wasn't going to let this chance of a ride pass him by!*\n\n\"Hey, Mister! The one driving the cart! Could you slow down for a bit?! I'd like to ask you about some extra carriage!\"" }, { "author": "Reynald Garner", "message": "*The Driver of the carriage would turn to hear the voice of a distant figure and handled the reigns on his horse to stop and would jump down from his carriage with a small puff of sand as they landed onto the sand. He didn't catch the full extent of what they said but he knew that he should have stopped for them. He'd wait for the new face to come over as he comforted his horse and gave some grains out of a tightly sealed bag to it. They seemed to be more focused on making sure their goods wouldn't be stolen or being held in place for too long in the middle of a trade journey. However he would make a small exception for the person that was coming his way as they wandering through the deserts without any company or steed.\n\nOnce tending to the horse they would look over to person with a stern look that was hidden beneath the helm and readied their items if the person was willing to spend a few silver to get some goods from him. He thought about if they wanted a weapon of some kind and he'd have to refuse but instead of thinking on what they'd ask him, he should just wait and see what they do.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Once Amsu had finally gotten close enough to properly speak with the figure, he slowed himself to a halt and took a few breaths. Although his was wrapped with cloth, the clear indication of his kemonomimi blood was revealed from his ears poking out from the top of the wraps. The little stranger also had some unique looking eyes, his left being a light blue and his right being akin to amber. Before much else could be examined, however, Amsu begun to speak.*\n\n\"T-thank you for stopping the cart. I was wondering that since we both seem to be heading the same direction, Kadho's border... Could I perhaps give you some silver so I could ride in your cart? I could possibly reach it on foot, like I've been doing even since I departed from Tiuna, but it would be nice to be able to rest while on the go.\"\n\n*He then bowed for a bit, the strange sight of two tails coiling together behind Amsu open to Reynald's view.*" }, { "author": "Reynald Garner", "message": "*He'd look a little surprised at the eyes more then the ears. He had seen Kemonomimi before in his travels and was used to it but he wasn't quite used to those strange eye colors. But he shook it off and looked to his cart and horse making a sort of estimate on how much longer the trip will take if he had another person who accompanied him. A light sigh left the helm as he turned back to Amsu.*\n\n\"Normally if i got a hitchhiker i'd say 20 Silver to drop one off at the border. You can come for 15 and i'll take you down to Shrawir but i expect you at least give me some help with my business as a return.\"\n\n*His voice was tired and strained, but not in pain. They seemed to be thinking this choice over as they said it. This Kemonomimi didn't seem to be a backstabber or one who really understood what kind of troubles a person like himself would have to go through with carrying a person on their travels yet he saw a bit of himself in the 'kid' and was willing to give a little extra to them... For something in return anyway.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Amsu perked up as soon as he heard he could ride in the cart with the man. This was some good news! It wasn't too expensive as well, so it really was a nice day today.*\n\n\"Thank you, kind sir. My name's Amsu, by the way! I'll help you out the best I can, as long as we're together on this cart ride.\"\n\n*Quickly spitting out those two lines, Amsu climbed onto the carriage and begun to relax, letting out a happy pant. His twin tails would continue to seemingly play with each other, uncoiling and gently flowing through the air behind the neko. He would then take in some of the sights that laid upon the carriage, like the few baskets of iron and coal... Alongside a hammer and pliers. Maybe this man was a travelling blacksmith? Odd of them to be travelling around, most of those who worked in that profession always centered themselves in a single village.*" }, { "author": "Reynald Garner", "message": "*The man would chuckle quietly under his breathe before climbing back up on the cart and grabbing the reigns and kicking the movement of the cart back into motion, he was quiet and still as he focused on the path ahead but was still somewhat weary what Amsu would be doing with his supplies back there. His thoughts though quickly switched back to the red sandy vistas and the path ahead.\n\nHe didn't exactly speak to people that often so he didn't particularly know what to say to the Kemonomimi. So he just focused on the road ahead, yet the thought would keep at the back of his mind as he did. Although nice he wasn't particularly good with people he didn't know.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*After an approximate five minutes of looking over the horizon and counting grains of sand, Amsu got predictably bored. Now that he could just lay back and enjoy some quiet time, he realized there wasn't much else to do... So he leaned forward and crossed his arms against the front of the carriage. He wasn't that tall, at most five feet, so he didn't make much of a impact while he was leaning out towards the man's driving area.*\n\n\"So... What kind of work do you do, and how could I help you out? On my side, I know a few healing spells and can make some basic medicines from raw materials. Uhm... I can also knit and make some nice scarfs, if you have some spare cloth!\"\n\n*Amsu would have been leaning his head sideways against his crossed arms, looking forward at the horse pulling the carriage. His tails continued to twist and bend behind him as he spoke, the blazing sun bearing down on them.*" }, { "author": "Reynald Garner", "message": "*The man would turn to Amsu and seemingly gave in to his nagging thoughts of starting conversation with them once they were already in his driving area and asking a few questions on his work and what he would be doing. Reynald would think for a second on those things that he said before giving a straightforward answer.*\n\n\"I get my cloth and 2nd batch of iron down at Shrawir as well as make my first batch of weapons and armor to the locals using the iron and coal i get here, from Siui. However most of your work would be helping me offload materials from the cart and sell the items. I'll give you around...45% of the total profit. Medicines could be useful however... I haven't dabbled in that yet.\"\n\n*Okay his answer wasn't as straightforward but he gave it in an honest but slightly dead voice, he knew a lot about what his trips entailed and his usual routine when going out on his route. Although to just a traveler who was not in this type of life style it seemed more complicated then it actually sounded.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"...Hm. Okay, that'll be just fine. If there are people who need basic medical treatments, I could give you some of the silver I earn as well. I can even make you some bottles of medicine for common things, like colds or small pox... If I do though, it'll be best to keep those out of the sun.\"\n\n*Amsu rubbed his face into his own crossed arms, attempting to give himself some more comfort. This could be a rather long ride, as he didn't really keep great track of where he was... Maybe he really should have considered buying that map? That wasn't a problem as of now though, since this nice guy was giving him a lift. It would take maybe a few more weeks of travelling total, but Amsu would eventually get back to New Salvainia.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Reynald Garner", "message": "\"You can start making a few when we reach the border, for now there is not much to do for a good long while until we get all the down there. The quiet of the desert have always has been pleasant to me.\"\n\n*They'd smile under the plate helm as they watched the rolling dunes of red sand across the highlands with the babo mountains rising in the east as they headed down a lonely and quiet trial. A few things bumped in the cart as the horse walked over a short bump on their path that shook the contents inside, he looked back and put most of it back in its original spot and then focused on the way ahead.*\n\n\"So, Have you ever been to Kadho or Prasia?.\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*After stretching for a few seconds, Amsu let out a light sigh and straightened up into a proper sitting position. Since ther wasn't gonna be much else to do, might as well talk the time away with the nice fellow.*\n\n\"Well, I had to cross through Kadho to get to Siui, so yes. More specifically, I spent a few days in Norgek... One of it's more well known towns. It was a really nice stay, actually, because of all the delicious food they have! A lot of people there know how to season and cook fish to the perfect taste and texture... I stayed there a bit longer than I should have, but I couldn't really resist.\"\n\n*Amsu let out a cheeky grin while thinking back to it all. His tails would swing side-to-side behind him in unison, as he looked out towards the dunes that surrounded them. Not a lot of places back in Salvainia have quite the great taste that the seafood in Kadho does... Almost makes him wanna move up over there. Getting all his things to Norgek in one piece though, was a rather disheartening notion. Guess he'll just have to live with remembering the taste, or travelling up once or twice a year.*" }, { "author": "Reynald Garner", "message": "\"I make most my business in Kadho, well most of my earning anyway as they always go for a good deal on goods from places where they say the 'metal is richer'. In my opinion all metal is the same... Just how you help make it into something meaningful.\"\n\n*He would be honest in his thinking yet he did know that both Siui and Prasia were rich in ore and were plenty full of miners and blacksmiths that stayed in the towns and serviced the countries. He was different however, he never liked being stuck at one place for too long or he'd start to feel uneasy and uncomfortable. So he started this travelling lifestyle around a route he has been going on for a good couple years now.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"If you can get a lot of business in Kadho, why not just stay there?... You must've heard about my recommendation on their food. A lot of nice people too! You should really consider it if you somehow haven't before.\"\n\n*Amsu leaned forward from his sitting position, maybe speaking a bit louder than he himself expected. He'd then clear his throat and sit back down while watching the man. He could possibly just be a person who enjoys travelling, which is why he continually goes around in a circle through the three countries... But that was rather unreasonable to the little kemonomimi.*" }, { "author": "Reynald Garner", "message": "\"Heh, i could if i would but that would mean leaving what i have for something any other person with a hammer and some metal can do anywhere else. I get to travel all around and do my work without having to lay my feet down in a place i'd get to used to. The good food is something to be excited for instead of being the day in day out way of life i'd be living if i stayed there.\"\n\n*He had his reasons for this way of life and he did change it up by doing a few jobs and contracts when he was low on funds but he liked the travelling way. Enjoying the views of nature and taking each step at a time along an ever-changing trail as how he would put it.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Anon murmured to himself while slowly leaning himself against the side of the carriage, careful to not lay onto any of the supplies that he could end up breaking or messing with. He somewhat understood what the guy was talking about... There are some things that are just better if you only experience them once in awhile. Although he couldn't really wrap his head around the idea of continually travelling and being on the go, like, how're you supposed to have good relationships like that?*\n\n\"It just sounds really lonely to me. I do a lot of healing back at New Salvainia, and I do my work over at my home. Inviting the people in and giving them a nice look is always something to look forward to, especially when I've tended to them before. Sometimes they stay a bit longer so we can have some tea or eat together... How're you supposed to do all that if you're always moving?\"\n\nᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʸ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵇⁱᵗ ᵒᵛᵉʳʷʰᵉˡᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ʷᵃⁱᵗ" } ]

[ { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_It had been a long time since Almann returned home to the city of Ainakil. The city wasn't much, but it was enough for him to be content with the business he got there. As he weaved his horse throughout the small city he recognized plenty of faces along the way. Locals he had gotten to know over the past months, and develop a cordial relationship with. You always had the same group of elders, 3 in all, playing a 3-way board game that Almann never understood how to play and the same group of children playing in the streets, begging Almann, for keepsakes, toys, sweets, and trinkets. People in Ainakil were relaxed to say the least, most people knew each other, and crime wasn't that big of an issue like in many places of the Salvainian Empire. Strangers only really came to Ainakil if they had business or knew someone here. Perhaps pirates were the biggest issue, but they didn't come in from land like Almann did._\n\n_As he rounds the corner he looks upon a familiar sight. The road that leads his shop goes down directly to the docks. From here Almann can clearly see the glitter off the bay. Perhaps, he thought, he ought to go fishing later. After all, the news around the town is that huge flocks of fish had been swarming in the bay since the beginning of the season._\n\n_Almann trots up to his shop, carefully tying his horse off in the public stables adjacent to him, and opens the door._\n\n_Not to his surprise, he is greeted by the many faces he is familiar with. Although they may look similar, given they are all brothers and sisters by blood, he could tell each of them out by the difference in their voices and behavior. Indeed, Almann had plenty of people working under him, maintaining the shop, cleaning the building, and keeping the business afloat while he was gone. They were all brothers and sisters of the same family, with their patriarch Muadhib, a good friend of Almann's._\n\n_Muadhib was one of the best spear fishermen in the entire world, Almann thought. He towered most other men, standing well almost two and a half meters tall with an imposing complexion and a large (but well kept) beard to match it all. He had multiple wives, each of them bearing numerous children, and those children filling up the halls and houses the Muadhib owned. However, having that many rugrats running around grated on the man, so he asked Almann to keep them held up in his shop. With five decently sized bedrooms, a work area, a shop area, and many other amenities, Almann managed to house 11 of them._\n\n_The youngest were aged 6, 8, and 10, and taught letters and maths at their young age at Almann's request after he had shared his knowledge with the older siblings he housed. Their names were Grana, Lana, and Ori. The middle children were aged 13, 15, 15, 16, and 17. Their names were Na'im, and the quadruplets Aya, Mya, Jal, and Abdel. They did most of the cleaning, cooking, and grunt work, with many taking classes in blacksmithing and trade work and reading Almann's notes on similar topics. The oldest were aged 18, 18, and 21. The two twin sisters, Aelia and Relia, and the older son Abram. These three proved themselves invaluable to Almann._\n\n_Aelia was an exceptional tanner and seamstress. She made most of the clothing her and her siblings wore on a daily basis. She tanned leathers and hides so that her brother Abram, who was Almann's apprentice, could make them into cushioned hilts for daggers and rudimentary swords. Relia had a natural silver tongue, able to (sometimes too assertively) strike deals with the even the most stubborn of local merchants and peddlers. Almann was simply amazed at how well these three caught on to his business. All three of them were clearly savants. What took Almann years to master only took them a few weeks, and what took Almann a few weeks, took them at most a few days. Perhaps the most lucky for him was that their living expenses were entirely paid by their father, and, as promised, Almann would make sure they learn skills to make themselves successful after they become old enough to start their own businesses or marry while also keeping a sturdy roof over their heads._\n\n_Recollecting all of this, Almann does his rounds with the children of his comrade in war (they had both done their business on the Irtutian border) and focuses on the different things they have made. Some of the smaller children watched their older brother, Abram, make trinkets, silverware, bronzeware, among other things, and seemed to try to imitate him. Almann inspected the smaller makeshift toys and metal coins the children were able to make themselves, with the girls beginning to sow and tan like their sister Aelia, and compliments the children on their hard work._\n\n_Almann then goes on to inspect the work of his apprentice and dismisses the children to the back rooms to go read and play, leaving the shop corner of the building to him and the three eldest siblings. While he inspects the work of Abram, he asks them to go over the dealings of the shop in the months he had been away, giving him a report on the profits, new customers, and potential beneficial ties to other merchants. They quickly become engrossed in a conversation about the recent business dealings of the city._" }, { "author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice", "message": "*Ainakil was the rabbit's next 'target.' Reading up on it, Auburn had found that it was quite a nice place. Maybe it wasn't the best place for 'regifting', but it would be a far easier time than the more militaristic cities. But everywhere, there would be people less fortunate. The beggar on the street that was too weak to stand, the family wearing the same clothes every day, washing them in the stream because they were too poor to buy new ones, or the urchins that ran in the streets. They could be found everywhere, no matter how prosperous an area was.*\n\n*But of course, she couldn't simply walk in, steal things, and get out. She had to establish herself at least a little bit. Walking over to the beggar, she opens a sack full of food, handing him a soft loaf of bread. It's almost fresh, and it was. It was from the bakery the next city over. They wouldn't miss a single loaf of bread, but this man would consider it a lifesaver.*\n\n*The man's eyes light up as he sees the loaf of bread in front of him, graciously taking it in with both hands. Before he can say a word, the rabbit scampers off, giving him a wave before hopping away. Now, to steal something of actual value...*\n\n*There. A building that seemed to be a tinkerer's shop, or maybe belonging to a blacksmith? Either way, Auburn would see a tall macen walking inside. Hm.*\n\n*Carefully, Auburn enters, hoping to look like a customer. 'Remember, just take something and run.'*\n\n\"Hello?\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann finishes his conversation with the three in Siuian tongue. Relia gets behind the counter, Aelia goes in the back with the children, and Abram continues to work in the next room on several pieces for display and selling._\n\n_As Auburn walked into the shop, she would see jewelry, swords, daggers, spears, shields, among other miscellaneous sharp and otherwise useful objects to the everyday citizen. Perhaps the thing that would stand out among the entire shop was a shield. It wasn't a particularly ornate shield, the bronze inlay on the ironwood body of the shield itself shined much brighter than it's counter parts. The spit-sheened steel reinforcement on it's side looked immensely sturdy. Perhaps what was most interesting, was that the bronze inlay seemed to resemble a viper with horns, with the intent of intimidating the opponent of the user._\n\n_It hung low above one of the dagger display cases on the left side of the shop._\n\n_Almann claps his hands together and offers a welcoming grin to the kemonomimi._\n\n\"Hello! Welcome to Denwen's Forge. How can we help you today?\"" }, { "author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice", "message": "*The timid rabbit jumps back in surprise, then smiles once she sees who seems to be the storeowner.*\n\n\"Hi! I'm just looking around. As you can see, I'm not exactly looking for weapons...\"\n\n*She spread her arms out to her side, and indeed she wouldn't. The kemonomimi would be dressed quite plainly, with somewhat loose-fitting clothing and a small sack on her back.*\n\n*Shit. She didn't exactly think of a reason to be here. Fortunately, there was jewelry as well as weapons. Auburn wasn't exactly the best with those (besides knives and daggers).*\n\n\"I'm looking for some jewelry, for a friend. Mind if I try some on?\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann eyes the kemonomimi up and down, walk towards her and getting in close, narrowing his eye at her and scratching his chin. He pays close attention to her eyes, hair, and ears, while also thinking through the different types of jewelry that would look well on her. The colors have to compliment or match. As it seems that her eyes were a soft brown, and he knew just what color could fit._\n\n_He was thinking a simple gold necklace would look well on her, and perhaps any friend she had. Gold was the default choice for many people, and this customer was no exception. Some flattery would work in his favor to get her to pay a bigger amount. Though she didn't look like she was of any status, but it was best to try anyways._\n\n\"Sure. But before we continue I have to get a gauge of what your friend looks like. Are they as pretty as you? If not... Could you give me a description? Jewelry is best worn when it compliments the wearer you know.\"" }, { "author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice", "message": "*Fuck. He's studying her, carefully. Did he perhaps suspect her true intentions? Did she not hide her knives well enough? Her boots shift ever so slightly just in case, suddenly realizing just how many weapons there are in this shop, many of them having a shining bronze color. It's bronze, of course it would.*\n\n\"Well, I-I really can't say anything about that. She does look pretty similar to me though.\"\n\n*Auburn visibly blushes at all the flattery. Clasping her hands, she turns away slightly, though the macen can see an embarrassed smile form on her face. It's too bad that she's going to steal him, but she wasn't looking for any relationship.*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann slips a gold necklace out from under his sleeve, dangling it in front of her face. The necklace itself was all that ornate, and it wasn't the more pure gold, but it was real gold. It was one of his apprentice's experimental pieces, not one of the more expensive ones Almann himself made. Why would Almann show a customer who clearly isn't of higher stature a more highly priced piece of jewelry? He would have to make her ask for something better, look desperate to buy what humble piece he's teased her with._\n\n_Almann grins._\n\n\"How is this?\"" }, { "author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice", "message": "*It was gold. Real gold. Auburn's eyes practically lock onto the thing.*\n\n\"Wow... How much is it? I am looking for a more expensive piece.\"\n\n*This was good. Really good. If she could get her hands on an expensive piece and sell it, she could buy who knows how much bread she could buy with this. And the gold... Not yet. Focus on the now.*" } ]

[ { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann continues to dangle the necklace in front of her. He would hike up the price quite a bit on her, seeing as she wasn't around here. He could've gone higher, but he didn't want to make it too unreasonable._\n\n\"This piece is 150 silver, if you want more expensive pieces you're going to have to show me your payment first...\"\n\n_He wasn't a dumb man, Almann wanted proof of payment before he revealed the most expensive pieces he had._\n\n\"However, you can take a look some of the pieces behind glass if you'd like. They're a bit more expensive than this.\"" }, { "author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice", "message": "\"Sure... Though do you mind if I just hang onto it, and pay you after? I've had some bad experiences with money.\"\n\n*Damn, he was making this hard. She opens a pouch, showing 15 gold pieces, then placing it back on her belt.*\n\n\"Yes, I would like that. Mind if I try them on too? My friend's found herself a bit sensitive, especially to silver.\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "*Almann smiles. He'd been through this routine before. Such things weren't uncommon in New Salvainia when he had his business there. For insurance, he always asked his customers to put down part of the payment of the armor, weapon, or jewelry they wanted to handle in case they tried to run off or broke it. Almann made that mistake more times than he'd like to mention. There were several times where vagabonds and the like got away with one or several pieces he sold without Almann netting anything from the experience. This also included children breaking precious fragile stones whilst their mothers weren't looking and even women of higher stature who could pay would try to get away with lifting minor products.*\n\n*In New Salvainia you'd have regular folk in similarly regular clothes carrying around gold like it was pocket change in the middle quarter. Almann knew no one who wore basic clothes and carried that much money was honest. After all, someone with the gall to carry around such funds would surely buy themselves better wear, unless it was disadvantageous to do so given their... Business. Her self proclaimed bad affinity with money didn't help her case either.*\n\n*Another thing that puzzled Almann was her friend's sensitivity to silver. Is she acquainted with werebeasts? Vampires? Was it just a poor excuse to explain why she carried so much gold? Either way, the prospect of deal with a friend of unfamiliar undead made Almann weary.*\n\n*Almann hoped she was just an honest customer, but just to be sure he would pick her brain a bit before he would show her anything more valuable. Bait her into making a mistake or slip. He liked playing these games...*\n\n\"Sure. But, as I'm sure _you_ can understand I need some _insurance_ so to speak before I let you try on some of the more expensive pieces behind the cases. I'm going to need for you to put down half the price of the piece in return.\"\n\n_Almann continues to dangle the gold necklace in front of her._" } ]

[ { "author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice", "message": "\"Wow... So pretty...\"\n\n*This was wealth. This was what the upper class held. What she herself could only dream of even seeing. And it was right there in front of her. Auburn's delicate hands land on the glass, tracing the outlines of each beautiful piece in front of her. If she could get away with that tiara...*\n\n\"Can I see that one? The tiara?\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann smirks. She's going straight for the most expensive piece on display it seems..._\n\n\"Sure.\"\n\n_Almann reaches for one of his keys and opens the glass case, gently lifting the tiara off of it's leather stand. It really was a piece to behold wasn't it? It was made on one of Almann's better days as a blacksmith. Luckily he knew a gem dealer from the capital who gave him a discount on the stones adorning the piece. Some would even kill for it he imagined. Others would try to steal it if given the opportunity._\n\n\"Stand here for a moment.\" _He gestures to a spot between him and the door._\n\n_Almann had gotten bored quicker than expected in picking at her. He didn't mind chasing thieves (and women) truth be told, he did it all the time in New Salvainia. If she ended up running off with it he would get a chase out of the experience. How fast could she be? He was thrilled to find out himself if she tried to bolt..._" }, { "author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice", "message": "*The tiara was beautiful... Despite not being made of gold, the shining bronze and the red gemstones inlaid in it were almost perfect. She listens, standing near the door. It was so close...*\n\n\"Wow... How was it made? What is it made of? How much is it worth?\"\n\n*In her hand, she secretly readies a single throwing knife. She didn't want to to injure him; rather it would be used to distract so that she could get away quickly.*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Hoh? She's reached for something under her cloak it seems. This girl is a bit more thought out than some of the more petty thieves from New Salvainia. If it wasn't for his keen ears he might've not heard the very slight sound of a dagger being pulled from it's scabbard. Almann wanted to see what she did next, so he refrained from changing his expression at this new revelation._\n\n\"The piece is called 'The Diadem of Sands'. It is made out of a special bronze alloy I experiment and made myself. It was made over the course of several weeks in the procurement of gemstones and the several failed attempts of getting the damn mixture right for the medal. The metal itself was carefully cast, polished, and adjusted into it's current form with techniques I'd rather keep to a secret. The gemstones are held in place with a soft precious metal medal binder (I used gold) in each of the respective slots. The cost of the piece is 10 gold. Would you like to try it on?\"\n\n_Now Almann will really see whether or not she is going to do something interesting._" }, { "author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice", "message": "*Hidden by her palm, the knife is silently slipped into her sleeve, though Almann would be able to hear it.*\n\n\"Yes, please.\"\n\n*Assuming that Almann lets her, she extends her hands out to reach for the tiara, slowly placing the heavy piece of ornate bronze and gems on her head. With this, she almost felt royal.*\n\n\"Wow...\"\n\n*And a quick flash of her hand reveals a small throwing knife whirling near Almann's face. She's practiced enough so that it would be close, but even if he didn't move in time it wouldn't hit. Using this as a distraction, Auburn turns tail and bolts out the door with incredible speed, throwing the tiara into her bag.*\n\n\"Sorry!\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Better than he had expected! She even apologized! What a nice girl, and what speed too! She was faster than anyone he'd ever seen. Almann wasn't sure he could ever catch up to her. That was fine though, it makes things more interesting. He is able to keep his attention divided between the sharp object flying towards his face and the girl bursting out his front door. Of course, he tilts his head away from dagger, immediately going after the girl and letting out a hearty laugh as the knife whizzes past his head. If the poor girl had thrown it at anyone else, it might've slowed them down considerably._\n\n _He immediately free-casts Denwen's Blessing and Brawn of the Old Gods to increase his speed and strength in the chase._\n\n\n\n\n\nMana used: 25\nMana left: 125```" }, { "author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice", "message": "*As it turns out, even with Almann's increased speed, he was no match for the kemonomimi. She's more than double his speed, and she easily gains distance, possibly to the macen's surprise. She turns back to yell at Almann, who by now is eating her dust.*\n\n\"Sorry! I'll make sure the money is put to good use!\"\n\n*Turning towards her pursuer though may not have been such a good idea. All it took was a single loose cobblestone, and Auburn suddenly feels herself loose her balance.*\n\n*Shit.*\n\n*The sheer momentum the rabbit has ends up working against her, as she lands head first onto the hard road, at 28 m/s. Auburn ends up tumbling quite a distance, before finally coming to a stop. Blood trickles from a nasty wound on her forehead, and she can feel that something's not quite right with her left arm. Weakly, she turns to try and see the macen inevitably catching up to her.*" } ]

[ { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_No amount of magic Almann possessed would've ever been enough to catch up to her. He knew that much. This kemonomimi was faster than even some of the fastest race horses out there. It was a sight to behold. By now some of the locals had decided to take interest in the thief, shooting both irritated, angry, and concerned glances at her. Some whispering in their local tongues and then turning towards Almann as he slows his pace to a jog down the street._\n\n_It was clear her head and left arm were injured in her abrupt stop. Seems like running at speeds that fast have some downsides._\n\n_Almann raises and eyebrow and grins._\n\n\"So not only were you kind enough to apologize twice you were also kind enough to trip over yourself so I'd catch up to you. You know, if you want to be more successful you should be colder to those you nick from miss.\"\n\n_He offers a hand to the kemonomimi._\n\n\"Come.\"" }, { "author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice", "message": "\"Uhhh...\"\n\n*Auburn's incredibly dazed after the fall. It's quite a big impact she's taken. She sees Almann catch up to her, and she lies down, face up, on the floor.*\n\n*Fuck, I got caught.*\n\n*To her surprise, Almann would actually extend a hand towards her. Was she sure about that? Maybe she was dreaming. She did hit her head after all. Nonetheless, she shakily takes the hand, letting the bronzesmith pull her up.*\n\n\"I really can't help but apologize, you know.\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann smiled and gripped her wrist. His grip was firm enough (especially with Brawn of the Old Gods active) to keep her from running but not too firm to the point where he was crushing it. He didn't want her to try and bolt again. Almann would have Aelia tend to her wounds._\n\n_Almann imagined some guards would pay his shop a visit in a little bit to assess what happened. Too many people saw the girl run for none of them to report the incident to the town guard. He would have to deal with that later._\n\n_As he begins to walk her back to his shop he decides to speak up again and offer her a charitable deal. Almann was in a good mood today, he had just gotten home from a long campaign abroad after all._\n\n\"Most don't. Most run and never look back. We will fix you up, and as payment you will answer my questions and give me back the Diadem. Deal?\"" }, { "author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice", "message": "\"Ok...\"\n\n*Auburn couldn't bolt away even if she wanted too. Far too dazed, she lets the macen basically drag her along. Her vision is swirly, barely able to make out the figures of people. What she really questioned though, was the man not taking her in or giving her to the town guards. In fact, he seemed to be bringing her _back_ to the shop. Man, she needed to eat something. She was way too light-headed right now.*\n\n\"Deal. The tiara's in my bag, by the way.\"" } ]

[ { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_As they pass through the streets there are faint sounds of whispers and chuckling from onlookers. It seems thieves here are more like street performers than actual threats. Almann finally gets to back to the shop, proceeds to pull out a chair for the kemonomimi, and calls for several things (and people) in Siuian._\n\n_In rapid succession the Diadem is fished out of her bag, a her arm and head are being tended to, and the entire shop seems to come to life with activity. Almann places the Diadem back on it's resting platform and proceeds to give orders to several people in the shop room, Aelia proceeded to wipe clean the wound on the kemonomimi's forehead and bandage it cleanly, all the while her arm was inspected by the other sister, Relia, for specific injuries such as a sprain or break. She's given a leaf bundle to chew on (which supposedly relieves pain) and is given a strong smelling tea. As they continue to tend to the arm of he kemonomimi, Almann decides to pull up a chair for himself and begins to speak._\n\n\"Before I begin to ask why you stole my from me I need to know your name. Who are you?\"" }, { "author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice", "message": "*The macen seemed to have the town basically work for him. It didn't seem out of fear or respect, as one would expect from a noble. It was a different kind, one of a peer, like a village. Not that she ever had any neighbors. She ignores the slight chuckles, too hurt to care at the moment.*\n\n*Auburn sits still as she lets the two girls take care of her. Her arm seems to have snapped in half, so that'll need to be fixed.*\n\n*Auburn chews on the leaves for a little bit, before deciding that they're too bitter, and spits them out. The tea is incredibly strong, and the rabbit coughs after a sip.*\n\n\"Damn, too strong.\"\n\n*Out of her bag, Auburn takes out what looks like a small apricot danish. The sweetness would balance out the presumably bitter tea.*\n\n\"I'm Auburn. Auburn Arnice, sometimes called Apricot.\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_One of the girls (it seems almost impossible to distinguish the two apart from what they're wearing), angrily catches the bundle of leaves and shoves it back into the mouth of Auburn, pointing at her and issuing rapid curses in the local Siuian tongue. There was a clear difference in personality between the two yes, but both when approached had the same imposing aura as their father. It showed when one of the children defied either of them and when this stranger seemingly refused their charity._\n\n_Almann had to keep himself from laughing. He'd never seen the quiet Aelia be so irritated before. Either way it seems like he'd have to translate between the two. The girl had said something along the lines of 'if you spit it out again ill shove them down your throat'. Perhaps he'd lighten the message a bit. It reminded Almann of an angry mother telling her child not to reject the medicine she gives them when they are sick._\n\n\"The leaves will help with your head. She would appreciate if you didn't spit them out. It will only take about 5 minutes anyways, you can get rid of them then. The tea will counteract the bad aftertaste as well. Whether that's because the tea itself is a bit...\"\n\n_Both of the sisters shoot daggers at Almann._\n\n\"...Strong or has some sort of special property which gets rid of the aftertaste is unbeknownst to me.\"\n\n_He lets out a sigh and begins._\n\n\"I've interacted with your kind before, not the thieving kind but the kemonomimi kind. Tell me, what are you doing out here in Siui and where did you learn to run so fast? I've never seen an oriate with such speed before.\"" }, { "author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice", "message": "\"He-hey-\"\n\n*Auburn didn't expect such a reaction from one of the girls when she spat out the leaves. How was she supposed to chew on these? She's not going to resist a second time. Those girls were scary.*\n\n\"Mmkay.\"\n\n*Man, if only she could eat her pastry now. So sweet and delicious compared to bitter leaves. Vegetables didn't sit very well with her anyway. As for tea... What was tea?*\n\n\"Watts dea? Vell, I'm a vandewer. I dust yearned id ober de years. Can I take dees out now?\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann snickers a bit. He couldn't take 5 minutes of this, he'd actually lose his mind. He simple tells the sisters he can hardly understand what she's saying and tells them she'll keep them out of her mouth for the remainder of the time they're here. They simply scrunch their noses and and issue a brief retort._\n\n_He proceeds to roll his eyes._\n\n\"Yes you can. I can hardly understand what you're saying if they're in. You're wanderer? I suppose even wanderers have homes. Where is yours?\"" }, { "author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice", "message": "*The kemonomimi looks at the girl scolding her earlier, and slowly takes the leaves out of her mouth. She takes a quick drink of the tea and noms on the pastry.*\n\n\"I... Don't have one. I just find a nearby inn, and if I don't have money, just jump into an open window. My 'home' is gone. It's in Tiksak somewhere.\"\n\n*Another bite is taken from the pastry, and it's finished. Auburn takes out yet another baked good, this time, a cookie, and begins to eat that too.*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann raises his eyebrows._\n\n\"Tiksak? The kingdom of gold? I have some acquaintances down there in the mercenary business. They're guards for some of the mines there. A shame about your home though. You have my condolences.\"\n\n_Almann didn't know there were communities of kemonomimi down in Tiksak. Although he wouldn't be surprised if she was just an orphan of a family of miners down there._\n\n_He sighs._\n\n\"I can relate a bit. My old home was destroyed...\"\n\n_Almann spreads his arms out._\n\n\"...But this is my new home. I think even wanderers and adventuerers need a place to return to and rest their heads safely after a long journey. You can't run forever you know. What brings you to Siui anyways Auburn?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice", "message": "\"Hm, maybe.\"\n\n*Auburn moves her cookie into her mouth, gently biting down on it before catching the coin and placing it in her pouch. She watched as the dagger is engraved with an AA.*\n\n\"Yeah, it's why I carry several-Wow, that's pretty... Wait, I just realized I never got your name.\"\n\n*The bronze engravings were beautiful, the color standing out against the gray steel. Not only that, but they seemed magical in nature, particularly with the man's glowing hands. She didn't know his name though...*\n\n\"My goal never ends. Never. It's just to give people what they really need. Food, money, whatever I can provide. Just hopping around where I go, giving.\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_By this point the girls had finished working on Auburn's arm. The arm should be covered in numbing salve, put back into place, and bound comfortably to allow for a clean heal. To top this all off, Almann got an idea after what Auburn had told him._\n\n_Almann issues quick commands in Siuian to Relia, repeatedly pointing to Auburn and back to where the kitchen is. The girl darts into the kitchen to go fetch whatever Almann told her to get. Even though she stole from him, Almann thought, Auburn would do her penance to the town for creating crime where it wasn't needed._\n\n\"Ah yes, my name...\"\n\n_Almann spreads his arms out and gives a courteous nod._\n\n\"...Almann Jek, at your service. So you do charity work eh? Steal from those who have something and give to those who have nothing? Might want to head north then, the clashes up there between beastskins and elves never seem to end and the amount of newly poor and destitute doesn't let up. But for now, you will make amends with the town, and I have the means for you to do it.\"" }, { "author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice", "message": "\"Almann. Haven't heard that one before. Reminds me of this.\"\n\n*Auburn pulls out another cookie, this time with an almond imprinted in it, handing it to the macen. She nods her head to the the girls working on her arm, feeling the aching feeling begin to go away.*\n\n\"Thanks for the help. I'll do what I can. That's essentially what I do, after what happened back home. Though up there... Beastkin are scary. I've heard things about the elves and their haughtiness, but I haven't seen it for myself. What is she getting?\"\n\n*The rabbit pulls out yet another pastry, this time a chocolate eclair. She bites down on it, but something can be heard inside.*\n\n\"Ow!\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_He accepts the... Almond cookie. It made him chuckle a bit because he never bothered to draw the connection between his name and the humble snack. He decides to take a decently sized bite out of the cookie._\n\n\"This is very good.\"\n\n_While Almann is enjoying the cookie Relia comes out of the kitchen with two separate sacks. She sets them on the floor, courtesies and goes back to the room where the others are._\n\n_Almann opens the sacks and reveals their contents._\n\n_Most of them are full of assorted foodstuffs. Old loaves of bread, dates, dried plums, cheap cheeses, a few pieces of dried meat here and there, and a few water skins presumably full of either wine, beer, fresh water, or watered down versions of the first two. Within the sacks there seems to be small pouches of rice and pickled olives as well._\n\n\"These will go to the children in the streets that were playing earlier. A lot of them don't have parents or have single mothers due to their mothers abandoning them as dead weight to live somewhere else or fathers dying in their mercenary work. It's not uncommon in a fishing town such as this for people to go out and work for long periods of time and not come back for a while, or ever. You will help me with this.\"" }, { "author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice", "message": "*The rabbit pulls out what looks like a metal spike out of her mouth. It's a bo shuriken, not something to be messed with. Only question is, what was it doing in a pastry?*\n\n\"Drat. Did it again.\"\n\n*The metal spike is tossed into the bag, and Auburn suddenly pays attention to the large amount of food. What was this for?*\n\n\"Oh... I didn't know. Why do they look so happy?\"\n\n*Parents leaving their child. Mercenaries. Just like her, she was sure. Even if she wasn't forced, she would have helped them given this information.*\n\n\"I'll do what I can!\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann shrugs._\n\n\"When children play, they don't think about what they have to eat that night. It's how they are. They also receive some food from the people here as well, and are checked up on occasion by the local physicians. Either way they appreciate the food.\"\n\n_He finishes the cookie and proceeds to place one of the sacks in front of Auburn._\n\n\"We should get going before the sun goes down.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Sunlight would bear down upon the Elf's back as he walked. It had been some time since they had originally left the forest and now it finally seemed like their progression was starting to be shown with the distance they've created. Part of the Elf was glad that Suiu was the only major kingdom they'd have to pass through, but with the desert being the other option, he was starting to wish it wasn't. At least there were some places to stop by throughout their trip there, but beyond was starting to raise question of how they'd best keep themselves supplied. The thoughts at least distracted him for the time being with the endless field of grass gradually shortening as it met harder ground. It had been a long trip after all.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "*His shoes clicked around the now hardened ground as he skipped alongside Terrel, he was excited to be somewhere that's not accompanied by large fields of grass now and his eyes are set on a book and markers to write down his findings, his body should be aching by now but that was overridden by his excitement but he does remember they're here for supplies so he'll make the best of this experience... Which is probably taking one or two jewels and shiny objects or he could stay by his words and not cause chaos! The idea is still tempting though but he opted to just focus on walking to their destination and think of how he'll write down the landmarks and locations he'll have to remember rather than plan his schemes into fruition and ransack a village or two, after all Terrel probably wouldn't like to be on the same wanted poster as him with a large bounty on their heads anyway, though thinking about it more Terrel probably already has a wanted poster of his own somewhere.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Listen.\"*He'd say after a while of silence. In the distance, the different buildings of the kingdom began to appear in view, leaving the gates to obscure the vision of it the most.*\"Try not to draw attention to yourself while we're here. I'd prefer being able to at least be able to stay one night before being chased out by the locals here. If you get the urge to do something questionably legal, don't get caught and most importantly don't lead those that catch you back to me. It won't end well for either side I can guarantee that.\"*He'd glance down at the wood elf as he skipped about the area, finding a surprising amount of energy left in him despite the long walk away from the forest. It was a little admirable he supposed. He just hoped that it wouldn't turn too many faces while he was trying to get stuff done.*\"We'll stop by the market place to resupply, then find a tavern for the night.\"*He'd conclude.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"Yup, no causing chaos but if i have to don't get caught, don't lead em to you, etcetera!\" *He exclaimed skipping through the path* \"I won't do anything that'll make you a target for a kingdom wide manhunt or something, at least in your case i guess we could call it a hoghunt with the way you look anyway\" *He chuckled as the distant structures drew closer by each stride, it was really colorful but any kingdom can be described as colorful by anyone this one just caught him off guard since he hasn't seen much colors aside from green flora of the forest.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Nice to know we're on the same page.\"*He'd give a nod, soon walking up to the gate.*\"Let's see what the Kingdom of Suiu has to offer.\"*Terrel would say more aloud as they'd pass by the guards, taking to the streets. With it being close to midday, most of it was filled with people walking to and fro. The Elf never had much trouble getting by in crowds, though he's learned that the same couldn't be said for some others.*\"Try not to get lost out in the streets, otherwise I'd have to buy a bell for you to find you again.\"" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"What am i an animal?\" *He asked at the mention of the bell, he eyed the buildings and people around him as he skipped along the way as he smiled* \"So where's the market for books?\" *He asks as he got out a small pouch that jingled checking inside if they were all still in there and they were so he strapped it back to his belt for safe keeping.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd look the raccoon elf up and down before saying:*\"I doubt I could answer that in the way you want me to.\"*Terrel would continue down the road, moving just at the edge of it so as not to have to push past people.*\"You mean a library?\"*Terrel would ask Xylon at the mention of a marketplace for books. Most typically found books there more so to borrow than keep, but enough money could get one anything usually.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"No like where do you buy a empty book? Besides i don't think I'll have much fun in a library unless it's burning one down, I'm still not allowed inside one back in Ombu\" He said, he had sorta fond memories of almost burning the whole place before the owner barged in and had had enough of his shenanigans so he was permanently banned from that establishment, he eyed the shops passing by as they walked but found nothing worth buying and or stealing." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"We'll have to see if they have any, most stalls carry food, but maybe we'll be able to find some empty books for writing down things down in one of the stores. There are typically ones for traveling supplies at least.\"*He'd say, coming to stand at the edge of the marketplace. Terrel would stop walking for a moment as he'd look down towards Xylon at the mention of a burning library.*\"Did you actually burn down a library?\"*He'd question with a raised eyebrow.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"Yep almost, it didn't burn down completely but i tried.\" *He sighs disappointedly, he looked around the edges of the market as merchants and vendors selling their wears along the streets.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"And you did it for fun? Or do you just hate reading that much?\"*He'd question with a chuckle. Terrel would continue walking further into the marketplace, soon coming to a stop by a food vendor, mainly for purchasing a quick snack for the time being. All the traveling built an appetite, but something small would help hold them over until they found a tavern. He'd buy a couple loaves of bread, holding one out to Xylon for him to keep for himself.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"The reason why i did it shall remain a mystery\" *He said as he took the bread he was offered, he's pretty sure they won't get far on the journey without a few shenanigans being pulled here and there but hey whatever to keep the journey entertaining.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"You don't know why you did it, do you?\"*The Elf would eventually say in a sarcastic tone before moving off from the vendor to continue further along the road. From there it was much easier to pass by the smaller market sellers to head towards the more developed shops. At the least the ones that allowed them to relax inside for a while and escape the blunt of the heat from the sun.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"Oh you wound me with your accusations how will i ever recover?\" *He replies with his own bouts of sarcasm, he then stopped in his tracks eyes focusing on something on a merchant display, it was a white jewel shaped like a rose and it was shining so bright against the shine of the sun and the experience was mesmerizing just watching it glow and shine and he felt compelled to just add it to his pile of shinies in his sack by either stealing or paying.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The Elf would shift his focus away from Xylon for a short while, one shop seeming to take his interest in the tools it seemed to have on display. Perhaps this'll do. He'd head over to it, coming up to the door before he'd eventually turn around to see Xylon starting at a jewel.*\"You coming?\"*He'd say to him, partially to keep him focused on their current task first, the other being a more genuine question.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "*He snapped out of the trance he was under and shook his head slightly, nope he's not gonna add another jewel today after all he's here for a book.* \"Uh yeah I'm coming, that jewel is pretty though\" *He muttered the last part as he began to follow Terrel again, he'll just find another way to get white roses since they're gonna be traveling around he's probably gonna come across a shop selling them anyway.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Xylon", "message": "*He nodded and stepped inside the shop and went hunting for leather bound books and pencils, Whilst on his hunt he thought back on the rose like crystal that caught his eye.*\n\n*He doesn't know why he's drawn to the thing, it's probably just his personal greed wanting to add it inside his personal collection but it also was something he remembered back in his childhood. He remembered a garden of white roses on a summer day as someone lightly hummed a tune.*\n\n*He shook his head and went back to hunting down books, after a while he fortunately found some well plenty more so, but unfortunately... It was on a very high shelf and there's no ladders around to climb up... Drats.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*While Xylon was busy looking for the books, Terrel would take his time searching through the various weaponry they had. It wasn't as diverse as having swords and bows, but much smaller sharper tools. He wasn't looking for weapons particularly, but instead something to sharpen them.\n\nEventually he'd catch sight of a whetstone, something he had been searching for, for quite a while at this point at the advice of providing self-care to his sword from a Dwarven friend. He'd grab the stone, continuing on along the wall until he could find some small snacks for the road.\n\nThey didn't need much for now, after all, they could just eat at the tavern for the night before fully supplying back up and heading out of town again.*\"Find what you're looking for?\"*Terrel would ask back to Xylon after some time of not hearing back from him.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "*He's currently giving the shelf a death stare, how dare this stupid hunk of wood be placed outside his reach?! When he heard Terrel ask him he immediately pointed towards the shelf with holding his soon to be stuff* \"It's up there, i can't reach it and there's no fucking ladders\" *He grumbled, why must he be cursed with a short frame- what god subjected him to such event- he hears soft cackling somewhere in his head but he ignored it favoring to curse out the hell out of that shelf.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would glance over towards where Xylon was, eventually walking over to him and glancing at where he was pointing at. Perhaps it was the difference in height that made Terrel not see what the problem was with grabbing the book. Reaching an arm up, the Elf would pull the book down and hold it out to Xylon.*\"Only libraries have ladders for books. That or well supplied travelers that just keep them on the go. Strange if there are people that actually do though.\"*He'd say.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "*He grabbed the book and made a triumphant sound before asking again* \"What about the pencils? I need something to write on\" *He blinks at him non verbally saying 'Get it for me again', his dignity might be shattering but hey at least he's gonna get something right?.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"You mean 'write with'.\"*He'd correct, reaching up to grab the small utensils and holding it down to him.*\"Maybe we should consider giving you a traveling ladder now that I think about it.\"*The Elf would let out a chuckle as he'd waiting for Xylon to grab the pencil before he would begin making his way over to the cashier with the items he got.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "*He nabs the pencils* \"That'll be useful yeah, maybe then i won't have to constantly be cursed with this height\" *He muttered the last part as they made their way to the cashier he whistled whilst looking around waiting for the cashier to calculate the price they have to pay.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Or you can learn to work around it.\"*He'd suggest, walking up to the front desk and placing down the food and stone.*\"Makes you a lot lighter and more agile.\"*The Elf would take some silver out from the folds of his cloak, placing it down next to the supplies.*\"Climbing is always an option, but don't take that advice from me, might end up falling out a tree again.\"" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"There wasn't any way i could climb up that shelf Pigman, and yeah I'd probably fall and make a big mess that we'd have to clean up afterwards\" *He said placing his own supply down still looking around for something, anything, to focus on instead of waiting.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Only through moral obligation.\"*He'd say back in a lower tone before taking the items off the desk after exchanging his money for it. Terrel would turn around to begin heading to the exit, holding out the two items Xylon had gotten in figuring he'd simply follow.*\"The most skilled *Rogue* Finds a way to not let any terrain stop them from getting to something.\"*He'd emphasize the word rogue, deciding it better than outright saying thief.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "*As Terrel talked his eyes had wondered again only half listening, he followed him outside skipping along as the taller elf walks in strides trying to keep up with him, he then quickly remembered something* \"Where are we sleeping this time?\" *He knew the answer of course but there's no harm in asking right? He did feel a bit tired but his legs are still moving.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Tavern.\"*He'd say back bluntly, coming to a stop by a split in the pathway before eventually deciding in heading in one direction to find the tavern.*\"We'll get something to eat from there then stay for the night before setting off again. Should hopefully be making good progress in getting across this country if we keep moving each day.\"" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"Ah, so Tavern hunting?\" *He asks whilst whipping up a small plan to... Satisfy some urges during the night, hopefully nobody would notice as his mouth twitched upwards slightly at the idea that his plan would come to fruition and he'll be off scot free, he can't wait.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Shouldn't be too hard to find one.\"*He'd say more casually. As they'd pass by a small stable, Terrel would find his gaze wandering towards it briefly. They could have probably gotten much further on horseback, but with Carl back at home they were more likely going to end up borrowing some or just purchasing some more.*\"You wouldn't happen to know how to ride a horse would you?\"*He'd ask Xylon, part of him figuring he'd already know the answer.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"..Uh... No, i haven't rode a horse before\" *He said smiling sheepishly, he had never rode a horse before, he attempted to but his parents didn't think it was safe for him so he went through life without trying such a thing, he was curious though can't be that hard right?.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Do you want to?\"*He'd ask him, turning his head away from the stable as they passed it, the tavern soon coming into view as they'd round another building. Maybe grabbing some more horses won't be the worst idea. At least if they get to Chu faster, they'd have more time to rest before officially setting off into the desert.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"Yes-\" *He answered almost too quickly, he'll have a means to get around more quicker! Besides it'll be an experience just like this journey he's on, the tavern closed in and Xylon opened the door for Terrel.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd let out a chuckle.*\"Alright. Maybe we can get a couple horses from the stable tomorrow and hope you don't get killed in the process of trying to ride them.\"*Terrel would say as he walked through the door Xylon held open. It seemed the tavern had quite a few patrons, but fortunately enough there were still some places for them to sit as Terrel would scope out a more secluded spot and would head towards it. Taking a seat in the booth, Terrel would lean back against the cushion with a tired sigh. Finally, the first time he could properly sit back since he had left Mentia.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"I mean i could get trampled\" *He suggested sitting opposite of Terrel in their shared booth, he swung his legs back and forth still brewing the plan he'll hatch turning nightfall just hopefully Terrel is a deep sleeper and his feet are still light and sound proof, his stomach growled as he remembered he should've ate. He fished out the bread Terrel gave him out of his sack and munched on them legs swinging.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"And I could end up getting kicked. Wouldn't want either one. Horses are timid creatures. Well mine is anyways. You'd need to know to handle them based on their personality. Which I'm not sure what we may be getting from the stables here being this close to the desert.\"*Terrel would explain, mildly gazing around the tavern while he waited for the waiter to come by.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"Why would stables be in the hot dessert?\" *He inquired, he doesn't know how horses could survive out in the heat, his legs swung as he munched on the bread happily gazing around the tavern aswell trying to find entertainment somewhere while he relay his plan and he'd set up the area before he initiates it, just hope Lady Luck is on his side.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Typically they aren't.\"*He'd say.*\"But Siui is just about far enough to still have the proper environment to raise pretty strong steeds. Wouldn't be so bad to have them cross the rest of this country before we leave the cities for good. We'll see what they have to offer after breakfast tomorrow. I'm going to try to get some well deserved rest for now.\"*He'd say, stretching out a bit.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"Oh ok, are you a light sleeper by any chance?\" *He could've said it more subtly but he didn't want to beat around the bush much right now, he needed a clear cut answer and he might as well be blunt besides its not like Terrel knows of his plan or what it is, hopefully he says no and he can start arranging their room accordingly so he'll be swift and have no possible way of getting caught in the night.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would glance at Xylon through narrowed slits, hidden behind his mask.*\"Whatever you plan to do, I'll turn the other way for the night.\"*He'd gradually get up from his seat. That seemed about as much as an answer he was going to get as the Elf would turn away to head towards the bar to purchase a room before soon returning back to Xylon.*\"Be back before dawn. We ride out in the morning as soon as we can get you situated with a new horse.\"" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"I'll be quick, you won't even know i left.\" *He promised, at least he won't have problems with Terrel finding out about his secret plan, though he's still nervous about it.*\n\n*He's been able to work off heists before but this is a new area, he won't know the terrain and doesn't know many hiding spots and quick getaways when things get a little too rough, he'll have to wing it if he wants to satisfy his kleptomanic urges and actually live to tell the tale though he doesn't think he'll be telling anyone about this crimes yet, hopefully he won't end up with a missing leg.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Right...\"*He'd say skeptically, soon turning away to head up to the room with the expectation of Xylon coming with before he headed out for the night.*\"Leave whatever you need in the room. I'll be staying here for the night.\"*The Elf would say, coming up to the door of the room and opening it up for him.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Xylon", "message": "*He goes inside and runs towards the nearest bed, putting down his sack and goes through it for a moment and taking out miscellaneous items from inside, when he was satisfied he grabs more bread and just eats.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would head inside more calmly, eventually falling back on the bed and drawing in the comfort from the much softer bedding. For a while, he'd lay like that, dozing in the gradually dying sunlight while his roommate continued preparing for whatever heist he was about to pull.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "*He eventually finished his snack and prepared himself for the heist, though firstly he put the last loaf he had on Terrel's bedside table before he left the room and started sneaking around the tavern and went out the door into the night.*\n\n*He came back in the room through the window instead of through the tavern and the door to the room, he clutched his prize tightly and puts it in his sack and hid it under his bed praying the owner didn't see him and identified him he crashed into bed and immediately slept once his head hit the comfy pillow, the stress of sneaking about caused him to be terribly exhausted and now it's time to shut off the light.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would open his eyes into narrowed slits as Xylon would walk out the room, staring after him for a while. Eventually, he'd turn away, moving to get more comfortable on his bed for the night as it drew on for a while. Terrel was never sure when the Raccoon came back that night, but as the simple rays of sunlight would fall down on his face, he'd catch sight of Xylon sleeping in bed.*\"Time to get up.\"*He'd say with a yawn, stretching out under the covers before he'd eventually get out of bed.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"Five more minutes..\" *He muttered and mushed his face unto the pillow, he doesn't want to wake up just yet and doesn't have plans to wake up for at least another 5 hours but before he drifted off again he remembered what Terrel told him and jolted awake* \"Horse riding lessons let's go-\" *He stands with new found energy and is in the process of dragging Terrel towards the door though he's having a little trouble* \"Cmon cmon! The faster you wake up the faster we get to our destination.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would gradually get up from his bed, going grab his cloak and putting it back on only to find himself being grabbed for an ineffective attempt at getting him to move faster. He'd simply glance back at Xylon, not moving from where he was.*\"With energy like that you might not even need a horse.\"*He'd say in partial tease, finally getting up to head towards the door.*\"We still need to grab breakfast before we go.\"" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"What do you think they have for breakfast here?\" *He asks whilst fixing his shoe and one leg hopping towards the door sack already obtained, when he got the boot fixed he ran out to the tavern's main area and sat in a booth awaiting his morning meal before they head out further into the desert legs swinging in excitement.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Yes I'm sure this place has breakfast.\"*He'd say in an exasperated tone, giving one final stretch before he'd grab his bag and head out the door. The Elf would make his way down to the main area, taking a seat across from the raccoon before waiting for the waiter to come over and take their orders. Terrel would request a simple platter of pancakes, figuring that it'll hold him over for the rest of the morning. The next city would be quite a bit of walking distance, but at least they could keep near the river for majority of the trek there.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"What's pancakes?\" *He inquires, he just asked for a suprise food to be brought to him, he hasn't heard of something called pancakes in his life which isn't surprising he doesn't know much things about the outside besides the general things he had stumble upon, he's still excited about the horse riding lessons but now he's overcome with curiosity.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would look at the younger Elf quizzically, wondering if he should be surprised or not that he didn't even know what pancakes were.*\"It's like flat bread that can sweetened with the right topping to it.\"*He'd explain, deciding to simplify it the best he could.*\"You can have one, if you think you can eat it all.\"" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"Ooh really?\" *He's curious on what this pancake tastes like and even more curious on what exactly it looks like* \"I'll probably have to eat whatever i ordered first though, i did ask for a suprise so maybe it could be a pancake\" *He grins, he's not backing down from a challenge though his legs swing in excitement at the prospect, what could this pancake offer him?*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Don't get too excited for it. It's just sweet bread.\"*He'd say more casually. As time would pass, eventually the waiter would come out with each of their separate platters, offering up some syrup alongside it. With the waiter being there, the Elf would ask for some coffee to go along with it. It was going to be a long day ahead of them.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "*Lucky for him this mystery food fits the description of pancake, he rubs his hands in anticipation poured the syrup on it for good measures and took a bite of this elusive sweetbread, his pupils dilated and he smiles* \"...I want more of this\" *He said with a mouthful then continues to eat the pancake, savoring its flavour and his legs swing happily.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*As the waiter left, Terrel would begin pouring syrup atop the stacks of pancakes he had ordered, soon taking a bite from it. He had to admit, the taste was something he always found favorable, but he wouldn't match the Racoon's excitement for it when the Elf could get some anytime they visit a tavern.*\"Don't get too used to it, we're going to be on the road for a while once we leave the country.\"*He'd say.*\"Probably won't be as many taverns around either.\"" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"Then i shall say goodbye to this... Masterpiece of a food, and bid it a tearful farewell\" *He says feigning sadness, though he's still bummed that he won't be eating pancake more often he quickly turned normal afterwards* \"So how are we gonna find a horse around here exactly\" *He asks, had already finished his food legs still swinging as he awaited an answer from the taller elf.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would take another bite from the pancakes, soon finding a mug of coffee being placed down next to him while he ate.*\"We'll go visit the stables we passed by earlier after a quick restock trip through the marketplace. I'm sure they'll be willing to part with a couple horses granted enough gold.\"*He'd say.*\"Hopefully Carl would enjoy the extra company if the pair survive where we're heading long enough.\"" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "*He nods with the answer peering through a window waiting for Terrell to finish his breakfast, the sun is brightly shown through the glass as he plays eye spy with himself, it's nice not being alone anymore at least but this game of eye spy is a tad boring he doesn't want to bother Terrel whilst he was eating though so he'll have to find something else as entertainment, he rubs his left hand anxiously when he remember's his heist last night.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd eventually finish his pancakes, grabbing the mug to take a long sip of the coffee before letting out a quiet sigh.*\"Alright, let's go.\"*He'd say, slinging the bag over his shoulder and placing down a handful of silver before he'd stand up and head off to the door.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"Oh yeah\" *He broke out of his trance and followed Terrel out the door out in the burning sunlight on the bright day, he slightly squinted and pulled on his hood to get out of the sun and not get himself blind by the sun, he skips along the terrain jumping over rocks and avoiding small cracks on the ground, he wondered what will happen during this horse riding lesson will it be good or bad? He'll just have to depend on luck if he wants to successfully ride a horse without getting trampled... Yeah he just jinxed himself.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With Xylon running on ahead, the Elf would redirect their route to heading back towards the marketplace. It wasn't hard to find the food stall that they had visited before. This time, he found himself grabbing extra food and spices to go along it. It was mainly vegetables and other snacks, but they were much easier to keep fresh in comparison to meat. Besides with only one of them eating it anyways, it was just a waste of money at the end of day. He'd fill up the bags as much as he could, part of him glad that they'll be having horses to carry more stuff with, but for now, he'll have to show Xylon had to ride a horse well enough to not get lost on the route. With a gesture towards the Racoon, the Elf would continue on down towards the stables, a few horses seen grazing in the field the closer they got to it.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Xylon", "message": "*He gazes at the horses towering over him as they crossed the stables, he tilts his head at one curious on how he'll survive this task then again it's just riding a horse it's not gonna be that hard it'll be smooth sailing! ...He'll keep a safe distance just to be safe though.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Wait here.\"*He'd say, once they'd reach the gate. The Elf would turn away to head inside the stable area, taking the time to speak with the man at the front desk. It seemed like he was gone for several minutes or so before he'd finally reappear within the open fields, leading a horse over towards the gate that he left Xylon at. The horse seemed to be not as broad as the ones typically bred to carry extra cargo, making him the perfect size for simple riding. It's fur was dark black coloring, it's eyes quite similar as the steed would let out a huff of air in eyeing the much shorter Elf.*\"We'll see how you do with him.\"*The Elf would say, rubbing at the horse's neck with a gloved hand.*\"He's supposed to be gentler with new riders, so shouldn't be as hard for you to get used to. You can go ahead and climb over. I asked for a test run before purchasing them.\"" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"This is... Gonna be fun\" *He looks over at the horse, he did say the horse was gentler to new riders and he's definitely new so what's the harm? He's definitely not gonna get jittery now, he climbs over though almost falling but managing to get on the horse.* \n\n\"Uhm good horse?\" *He grins sheepishly, he gotten this far it wouldn't be getting harder from here on out he's confident in that.* \n\n\"This won't backfire on me would it?\" *He turns to Terrel.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"As long as you don't scare them it'll be fine.\"*He'd answer, letting go of the lead as Xylon managed to hop on.*\"Whenever you want the horse to move forward, just give him a light kick to the side and he'll start walking. Use the reigns to help steer them. You can try trotting around the field if you want just try not to get yourself killed while I go get myself a horse.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Xylon", "message": "*He urged the horse to go find a good place to do a test run, so far so good now all he have to do is kick the horse a lil harder than usual to send them running hopefully not too far away from their original location, he kicks the horse abit more than lightly and tensed once the run starts.*\n\n*Screaming silently he quickly pulled back the reigns and the two stop, he's shaking slightly he's not really used to the whole riding a horse but he didn't think he'd be shaking like a leaf over a little speed.*\n\n*If this is gonna be the fastest way to go around he'll have to get use to it, and shaking like a leaf while and gripping the reign like it was his lifeline is not helping him make his case.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would give his horse a light tap, going off into an easy stride across the field, while he would glance over to see Xylon starting and stopping nervously atop the horse.*\"The horse can tell when you're nervous.\"*He'd say back to him.*\"Just relax. Let him stretch out his legs.\"*The Elf would get his horse to turn back around, trotting back over to Xylon's side.*\"Gotta take some risk. Surely this isn't any worse than the stuff you do regularly.\"*He'd say with a quizzical expression or at least as quizzical as what showed of his face would allow.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "*He turned to Terrel with a peeved look* \"I'm just not use to this kinda risk, it's fine when i know what I'm doing.\" *He relaxed once his heartbeat stop being so loud and his jitters stop being noticeable* \"I don't know what to do here so unless i know what the odds of me surviving are I'm gonna be very scared of any move i make till i get a big picture of what I'm doing\" *He has taken risk before yes but he knew some of the consequences of those this though he's very much unprepared for what's to come, he still didn't fancy dying somewhere he doesn't recognize let alone dying to something like getting bucked by a horse and landing on a very hard rock.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"At the rate you're going at, walking normally would be faster.\"*He'd say, bringing his horse to an eventual stop.*\"Would it make you feel better if I tied their leads together?\"*Terrel would say. At any rate, he could at least get this horse to move in pace with him, doubting Xylon would attempt to get off while they were moving anyways. Just getting some experience at a faster pace was all that was needed really. As long as they could keep that up, they'll be able to cross the relatively flat terrain easily.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"I prefer walking till then, I'm not ready for speeding with a horse till i feel like I'm ready, and yes it'll make me feel better if you tied their leads together at least i won't have to go the wrong path and get lost\" *He confessed, this is a very new change he's not opposed to it but he is still very much terrified he prays to whoever god is listening to give him a break from bad luck for a while so he won't have to face anything untoward in his travels till the main mission.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would slip down from his horse, grabbing each of their leads and tying the two together.*\"I'll be right back.\"*He'd say, heading off towards the stable building. A few moments would pass again before he'd return back.*\"Alright let's go.\"*He'd say, climbing back up onto his horse's back. The Elf would give the horse a kick to the side, bringing him into a much swifter trot which in turn soon forced Xylon's to move along in pace with him.*\"I'll condemn you to that horse until you've gotten used to it. Otherwise we'll be wasting daylight.\"" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"Dang it\" *He curses at the fact he'll be stuck on the horse till he learns, he tensed again when they start moving though trying to relax as to not disturb the ride, at least he'll get over the fear over sometime and hopefully it won't be very long.*\n\n\"So where we heading next?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Next up Zmara.\"*He'd say, repeating the second of the three cities he once listed out to the Wood Elf.*\"Try checking the map if that'll distract you any. There may be a few cities between here and there.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel turned his head at the entrance of the naga, a single eyebrow raising. He watched her cross her way over to the bar, wounds earlier endured partially hidden under the patchwork done. Anyone could assume her being in a fight recently, though who doesn't get themselves into one at some point? He let out a snort of air, the aura coming off of her reminding him of a particular Silnari he once met at a tavern in Salvainia. She wasn't the biggest conversationalist and from what Terrel was picking up, he doubted this one would be either. Funny how most seemed to be upset about something, though without much else going on here, there was hardly anything better to do.*\n\n\"Well don't you know how to make an entrance?\"*He jested towards her, moving his arm to rest over the head of his seat. The man himself didn't look so worse for wear, though even in a relaxed state he seemed battle ready. Armor could be seen through the covering of his red cloak while along his back sat the sheathe of his Greatsword. It was a rather odd appearance, especially when paired with his brightly colored pink hair and the mask of a hog to accommodate it across his face, though Terrel didn't seem particularly phased by it as he regarded her.*" }, { "author": "54v", "message": "Astarte seemed to respond to the comment with a brief glare, chugging down the new mug of beer she was given as the man spoke. \"Ambushed, from both sides. Barely made it out alive.\" She said after placing the mug down with a thud, her angry yet exhausted gaze turning to the man next to her as she responded to the question. \"Anyone would be mad if that happened. We lost two and had to retreat, only got paid a third of what was promised because of that, that greedy liaison didn't even get enough info to predict this.\" She said with anger as she gripped her mug more tightly. Really she was just venting.\n\nUpon closer inspection most of her wounds seemed to be to the abdomen area, luckily covered by her thick leather brigandine. Part of the Orichalum was exposed from the hits which suggested quite the engagement, the head of her halberd was stained with blood as well. In spite of that it seemed she did not care about the wounds that much, probably seeing them as an inconvenience rather than a reminder to be careful. \"What does it matter to you, came to make fun of me or something?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"It matters little.\"*He said in response.*\"But I can still make fun of you for it if that's what you were hoping out of me.\"*Terrel suppressed a chuckle, getting up from his seat to close the gap of the room between them. His long, pink hair bounced across his shoulders, cloak barely brushing against the ground. It seemed he was telling the truth about caring little about whatever she was going through, finding an empty seat nearby and facing her fully in his own invitation to where she was.*\"But it is awfully entertain when you end up letting the whole world know that something's up.\"*He said. While coming over here could have made him seem a bit invasive of space, it allowed him a better look of the Naga in knowing of what he was dealing with here.*\n\n\"Name's Terrel.\"*He said in a casual tone, resting his arm on the bar top while he made himself more comfortable.*\"Which I'm sure you won't care enough to remember, so I'll save you your own introduction if you're in too bad of a mood to give it. Rough day I'm sure, seems like the typical life of a Sellsword to me, though I'm guessing you're here to drink away this whole memory, hm?\"*He pressed. His words came from mouth with ease, filling in the empty space from lack of conversation. Terrel didn't doubt her most likely being annoyed at his presence. Many would in this state, but it didn't stop him from asking nonetheless.*" }, { "author": "54v", "message": "Astarte let out a small huff as she turned her attention towards her own mug. Her long hair was a nice chestnut color with gray eyes and pale skin, some scales adorned the outer part of her cheeks, subtle yet a clear indicator of her race if one was not yet convinced by her snake-like irises and the other scales that completely covered her feet like natural shoes. The pattern of the scales consisted of a deep crimson color with a few large black amorphous rings tiled vertically, it also made a small rainbow when light hit it at an angle as they were iridescent.\n\n\"Astarte.\" She replied to the man, offering her first name as she continued to stare forwards and sipped way at her beverage. \"Not really planning on forgetting this whole ordeal, that just doesn't work on me. It's just cheaper to pay for booze than painkillers.\" Her tone was rather calm in spite of her injuries, if not annoyed at being reminded of her failures. \"Better a mercenary than homeless though.\" Astarte shrugged, the risk did yield her a lot of rewards so far. \"What's your reason for being here?\" She then finished, turning her gaze to Terrel without moving her head, awaiting his answer." } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*A light smirk crossed the Silnari's face. At the very least, it seemed she was willing to talk enough for introduction. He'd consider that progress enough with how she initially entered. Though hidden behind the mask of a hog, his gaze never shifted away from her in him idly reading whatever expression she gave off. The small detail in the way she turned away yet not enough to completely deter a notice of her snake-like traits. She was either viperish in personality or not quite what she appeared, but anyone could easily assumed that. There were plenty of races with the ability to disguise oneself, but he carried on all the same as she reverted a question back to him.*\n\n\"Business here mainly.\"*He answered in a more silky tone despite the natural gruffness of his voice.*\"I travel a lot as is, though I don't take mercenary jobs as much as I used to.\"*He tilted his head back a bit before continuing.*\"Been doing my own work. I came to learn it brings greater yield than having to put up with requests from bad hirers.\"*At that last part, he paused. Maybe out of realization of irony or simply waiting for her own response, but after a short moment of silence, a chuckle had escaped him.*\"Consider it a preference I suppose. Everyone is out here making money in the best way they know how.\"" }, { "author": "54v", "message": "Once again Astarte asked for a refill on her now empty mug, a strong dark stout-like beer being poured into the container before it was returned. \"You want anything?\" She offered after seeing he was without a drink. Since he just didn't want to make fun of her mistakes it was the least she could do in exchange for the conversation.\n\nThe irony of course did not go unnoticed by the Naga. \"I don't have the time nor the knowledge to get my own contracts. It is most of the time easier to just let someone take a cut in exchange for saving you all of that job searching... Other times well, you can see how that goes. Not that I need to tell you since you already do your own jobs.\" After a small pause a small exhausted chuckle escaped her. \"Yeah I too would prefer that.\"\n\n\"I guess it's been going great for you then? No need to worry about bad jobs or anything. Sounds like a dream.\" Her gaze remained on the man after she finished her second question, taking a small sip of the beer unlike the last two. By now she thought the pain would eventually fade with how much she drank, not that it was the only thing that loosened either." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"No, no I'm fine.\"*He said modestly, waving off her offer of a drink. He's had enough already with how hot it was outside. Now he simple passed the day by keeping out of the sun. Terrel listened to her reasonings for going about things through doing work for others. It was understandable enough. After all it took a lot of money to be able to both sustain yourself and the adventures you decided to go on for the sake of it. There was a time when he was still doing work for others, though by now he had built up enough wealth to simply work for himself.\n\nSoon enough, he found himself being asked about it to which he quickly tried to shake his head as if in denial of it being so great.*\"Oh no, it's not that great. Well... Maybe a little.\"*He said, laughing it off in him being unable to hide the positives in it.*\"I can't say that the risks are any less harsh venturing off on your own jobs, but it's a lot easier to get tasks done when you know what you're getting yourself into and who you're working with.\"*He explained. For a brief moment, he shifted his gaze off for a bit, glancing out the window before he refocused on her.*\"Of course, things can always go wrong. Never know when you may be after the same thing as someone else and that's a whole different conflict to put up with, but hey, get to be your own boss for a while.\"*He grinned at the statement, shrugging a bit.*\"Anyone can get there if they work their way up, but I've seen a lot of people fall off in their adventures for the sake of not being cut out for it. Guess it's really up to you at the end of the day. Whatever it is that you really want.\"" }, { "author": "54v", "message": "\"Alright...\" The naga was puzzled by the decline of her offer, were it her she would have accepted almost immediately. It's a free fucking drink dammit. In spite of this she respected the man's wishes and did not insist.\n\nAstarte looked at the man with suspicion as he said it was not that great, though quickly stopped as soon as he went on about the benefits. She listened intently as he listed off the benefits of working for yourself, mostly the freedom and also the higher risks and rewards you could get. It did sound like the perfect job for her were it not for a small thing that you needed for it to work, a goal.\n\nThe glance the man gave the window made her also turn to check what it was that he looked at before she returned her gaze to him, she pondered his last sentence. *'What do I really want?'* It was a very hard question, only made harder by the ethanol fogging up her thoughts and not allowing her to properly focus on it, not that she would be able to answer even when sober anyway. Instead, she returned the implicit question to the man, perhaps she could gain insight into the query by hearing someone else try to answer it: \"And, what is that thing that you are really after?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel considered the question, tilting his head back in thought of the times he's been asked this before with few answers to give back.*\"Adventure, I suppose.\"*He said with a light shrug. It was hard to know what one truly wanted by day's end, though Terrel couldn't deny the fun he's had living in the moment.*\n\n\"Sometimes I like to see what new challenge the world tries to provide, see how I fair against it y'know.\"*He said nonspecifically.*\"Of course, the whole nearly getting killed by my own co-workers thing got boring after a while, so I've been off doing my own work. With people I can trust nonetheless. And I have seen so many things just doing that alone. It's a nice little surprise going out everyday not knowing what you'll encounter. Just a sense of power out there in conquering those challenges. Even more so in coming back alive when most wouldn't expect you too.\"\n\n*He scratched the back of his head idly, realizing he was rambling. It seemed that she was intent enough in listening, so he figured that a sign of continuing.*\"I guess it's alright to not know what you want to do now, but finding stuff to enjoy present day is good enough to find a goal eventually. I discover new ones all the time. Even if they're short lived.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "54v", "message": "The Naga once again was left pensive, taking a sip of her mug she tried to think of what she could do with infinite wealth. Maybe own some nice plot of land to work, get some training and just live off of the land peacefully. Or perhaps lavishly spend the rest of her days in an eternal state of bliss with the most exquisite foods, a large palace, and the finest garments in the entire continent. Though, would that truly feel good? Eventually that ought to get old as well so perhaps she would do exactly that Terrel was doing. Unwilling to admit defeat she answered: \"Does it really matter what I do with the wealth? I would feel pretty uh... What's the word? Empty? Yeah that- I could spend it on whatever but it would still be just as hollow wouldn't it? But if I had to pick anything I would love a peaceful life in the countryside, and a hot husband to do everything for me.\" She said, chuckling at the last part, if she had all that wealth then surely it wouldn't matter how expensive that would be." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel found interest in watching the Naga each time a question was asked, her mind working out the puzzle set before her. He came to attention as she asked a question back, riddling if it mattered what was done with it soon followed by her giving an answer to the query; wanting a peaceful life by the countryside. Respectable, albeit settling down so early in life never seemed so pleasing in his eyes when there was so much to be done. His own chuckle followed hers by the end of the statement.*\"Wanting to become a noblemen then.\"*He said.*\"Guess that's one way to call it quits on all this fighting to get money. Now you can have everything want and need served to you without lifting so much of a finger.\"*He painted the scenario out to her. Personally, he felt doing nothing all day would grow tiring at some point. He had to at least do some task to harbor his own sanity even if it's the most simplistic. There was no telling if the Naga was the same. She'd probably enjoy nothing more than getting out of this constant fight for her life.*\"So, what do you plan to do once you have this peaceful life on the countryside?\"*He asked further.*\"Retire I assume. Lounging for the rest of your days maybe?\"" }, { "author": "54v", "message": "It seemed the man was not going to cease his queries, not that it was bad. It was a nice skill to keep the other person talking in order to make a conversation more engaging, he was for sure a good conversationalist. Astarte however didn't know better so the probing only yielded more information about what she thought about life. \"Hm...\" She hummed, staring into the empty space in front of her before once again she turned her gaze to Terrel. \"Maybe try to learn tailoring so I could make my own clothes, that would be pretty neat. Or have a greenhouse with exotic plants.\" In spite of being a half snake, she sure seemed interested in colors and textures. \"What about you? Guessing you're already living your dream life but if you could change it to anything else what'd you go for?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With her given answer, part of Terrel wondered why not do that now. Then again, he supposed money was always a sort of issue one way or another to do things one may deem as fun. Before he could ask any further, however, he found himself being given a question.*\"Same as I'd be doing if I didn't have the luxuries. Well give or take purchasing a questionably long list of things.\"*He answered.*\"There's too many treasures, beasts, and things to discover out there for me to let up adventuring. Money just makes it a lot easier and... The way I see it as of now... I wouldn't change a thing.\"*He tilted his head back in thought. Terrel valued the adventures he went on with his closer Allies, albeit having to retain sanity at times in making sure they don't get themselves killed. The end reward was too good to give up more often than not though. Besides, he always had homes to retire to whenever need be which he supposed was more than what could be said from the Naga. Which he decided not to throw too much on.*\"I suppose I'd be no different to any other sellsword in that case though.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "54v", "message": "Astarte finally finished up her stoat as the other man spoke, like suspected he would not change a thing and would probably use the wealth to further his adventuring career. *'Must be nice to have that sort of mindset.'* She thought in silence as a smirk formed on her lips. \"You'd be very different, at least from me. I don't do this for glory or entertainment, just for the money so I can live a simple life. No different from someone who weaves fabric in a loom or toils the land for some crops. Sure there are some who enjoy what they do but I think most of them just want to have something for them and their children to eat every day.\" The Naga did not order a refill this time around in spite of her mug being empty. \"Then again you don't get attacked by carrots or thread so maybe they live a more peaceful life than I.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I figured as such.\"*He said, a faint grin appearing on his face before vanishing as he turned to face the bar more than her. Terrel was fortunate to have such a mindset with the way he lived, one that could traverse across endless tasks both life-risking and not. The adventure life wasn't for everyone, but they both knew that already. From the corner of his eye, he watched her silently, having gotten what answers he wanted of the Naga. She was bound to get to that point in time eventually. Hopefully she'll enjoy it as much as she figured she would.*\"Know where you plan on heading from here?\"*He asked her after the silence.*\"Can't imagine anyone wanting to stay in this desert land for too long.\"" }, { "author": "54v", "message": "\"I don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon. The offers are still plentiful and I can live comfortably for the entire month off of a few jobs here and there, just taking it easy for now or well-\" Astarte looked at her wounds for a moment. \"As easy as you can while doing mercenary work.\" She did however ponder what she would do once she left, or more precisely what would make her want to leave. \"If anything big comes up I will go and check that out, just came from a somewhat long campaign, had to work very frequently back then but the rewards were just as good.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Spoken like a true Mercenary.\"*He jested, the Silnari lowered his hand into the folds of his cloak, taking out a pouch from it and sliding it over towards the Naga.*\"Might need this in that case.\"*He said to her. The bag clattered in evidence of the coinage within as he had moved it aside and, without waiting for a response, he gradually got up from his chair.*\"Consider it a gift for humoring me. Not many to talk to while traveling at times. I'm sure the drink will do you well, but might want to consider patching yourself up. Going to have a lot of things wanting to kill you at some point, best to choose your investments wisely.\"" }, { "author": "54v", "message": "Greed and pride, what a dilemma. She could take the money but it also felt like this was simply out of pity, a gesture from a nobleman looking at one of the many poor serfs living through their daily grievances. *'Whatever, it's free fucking money.'* The Naga thought as she took the coin bag though not without retaliation as she did not even say thanks, only looked at the man as if saying *'Don't pity me.'* But without vocalizing it.\n\n\"It's good enough, healing magic will only hasten things up, besides, I already got enough to survive while I heal for the next month.\" Astarte said as she continued to defend her decision, she was quite stubborn which did not help at all with her anger problems. The investmen part was quite wise however, if only she could make friends with someone possessing healing magic. That guy Arthur she met while killing Lucy seemed to only have stuck around for a week before he left, that bastard probably only wanted to not be enslaved. *'Whatever, it was a group decision.'* She thought afterwards to shift the blame away." } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He watched her, noting the hidden stubbornness behind her gaze despite taking the cash anyways. Funny, she almost reminded him of himself. Though with his stubbornness came knowing his limits even if he kept such knowledge tucked away. He listened to her try to defend herself, figuring she was just going to spend the money unwisely anyways.*\"Do as you wish.\"*He said, as if waving off her excuses.*\"I could have very well just given the money to some drunkard who figured they could keep going because they managed this long.\"*He stood up more straight, the sudden difference in height between when he was sitting on the barstool until now, not seeming so different.*\"Part of life is about making your own decisions, no matter how wrong they might be. Spend your new cash. It'll affect you more than me anyways. I can assure you, you're right about healing magic. Adventuring as much as I have, the prospect of death has merely shown to be an inconvenience above much else, so whatever becomes of you, we are bound to meet again.\"*He finished that statement with an amused chuckle.*\"I would love nothing more than to see what happens to this little investment choice of yours.\"" }, { "author": "54v", "message": "\"At least I didn't go 'oh of course I will spend this on healing and not go to a brothel the moment you are out of sight' you know?\" Astarte replied, sarcastically saying the middle part with fake enthusiasm and charm. With Terrel standing up she did as well, it seemed she was no lightweight as even after those two drinks she did not have any signs of intoxication on her movement, or maybe she learned to fake it very well. Whatever the case, she moved normally as she stored away the coins. \"Anyways, it's been nice and all but I have to go save this stuff before I get mugged. Can't really fight back as usual if that happens.\" In spite of her injuries she did not wince as much as she did before the beers, it really helped her be more reckless it seems, though it wasn't likely she would do anything drastic for at least a week until she had healed, she knew better than to worsen her own wounds. \"It's been nice Terrel, the chat. Until we meet each other again I guess.\" The naga said with a nod before she departed, at least she got some coins out of this interaction." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Till then.\"*Terrel responded as she had set off. The chances of them seeing each other again were slim, though Terrel had enough faith in it happening one way or another. After all, money had ways of solving all sorts of problems. He turned away from the bar after she had left, giving some space before he too set out for the desert lands. Terrel doubted he'd ever get too used to this place, but it was all a part of adventuring. And where would he be without that?*" } ]

[ { "author": "Miyako", "message": "*Prasia was a small mountain country tucked away between the giants. Both considered impossible to invade. There was a small village near the north. Tucked away at the base of a imposing mountain. The dwindling sun just peeked over mountain peeks, casting a light red hue over the sky. Very few clouds were about today, with only a few brushing the mountain tops.*\n\n*Nearing the village was a well traversed pass, a small partly paved trail. Ever green trees dotted the trail with a spikey mess of dried pine leaves made a hap-hazardous mess across the forest floor.*\n\n*Peeking over a small hill, the mountain village came into view in the distance. Mostly made of small wooden building with thatched roofs. A small wooden wall lined the south and east sides of the village. With impossible rocky inclines to the north and west. It was a small and cozy place. A few small trails of smoke drizzled out of a few snow dusted houses.*\n\n*Up ahead appeared to be an old man, in his late seventies struggling to push an old car filled with a few fish and various plants and other odd items. Slowly but steadily, inch by inch he crawled towards the village. His struggle could be felt from here, every brutal inch.*" }, { "author": "georgethekingofmars", "message": "The mountains of Prasia were quite the hassle to get through for any man. Even fit men had their own issues making their way through the dwarven mountains. Although for Nicholas, it was much, much worse for he had little experience with such high peaks and mountain climbing. Although he was lucky for the mostly clear path he had found, it made traversing a tad easier and not as time consuming as it could have been. \n\nAs for how the young kitsune Nicholas had managed to find himself in the mountains of Prasia though? Well that was a long story, but the condensed version was that he had managed to make landfall in the Republic of Lymia. And though they seemed to treat the elves there with the utmost respect, other races tended to be very much looked down upon, which was not the warmest welcome for the Kitsune boy who could only hide as a human. This thought of superiority caused Nicholas to make quick progress of leaving the nation, as he found it very unlikely that that was where his father and sister were, partially due to the culture, but also the geography which did not match the description of what he had gotten in letters. These letters often contained information of a hot and arid climate, more akin to a desert. Something Nicholas was not looking forward to. \n\nEither way, in his rush to leave the republic, he ended up not really caring which nation he went to, and so he just went south, reaching Prasia where he is now. And while walking, he spotted something, or well more accurately someone. He would begin to approach the person, soon identifying it to be an older man pushing a cart up a hill. Seeing his struggle as well Nicholas began to move a bit quicker to help the man. He had helped his mother with tasks similar to this before, and well he felt bad for the man doing such work at his age and in the rough terrain. There was also a good likelihood he would be able to help tell Nicholas where he was and help himself to get a map, something he was lacking and should have picked up before he left home. Or even while he was in Lymia.\n\n\"Hello sir, may I help you?\" Nicholas asked when he got in range to speak. Nicholas' voice was likely odd sounding, at the very least his accent did. The accent sounded very similar to that of someone who spoke Russian or Ukrainian as their main language. Nicholas himself was not the best when it came to speaking the common tongue of the land he found himself in, only knowing basic conversation, but no real complex terms. As of now this has not caused any issues. But in the future there was a good chance of this happening." }, { "author": "Miyako", "message": "*The old man stuttered at first, it was clear his time was soon yet he was still doing such difficult tasks. His greyed hair was tangled and messy with hai clothing tattered and worn. A small grimoire was clipped to a belt near his waste. A small amount of mana could be felt from his presence. Perhaps he was a mage of some sort. Well it was unlikely he was a mage anymore.*\n\n*Glancing back the old man placed the cart down. Taking a few seconds to breathe before speaking. He was a very old dry accent. Almost german like in sound. Just a little more on the deep end with a hint of wavering from his old age.*\n**\"Help? That would be greatly appreciated, my body just isn't fit to do this anymore.\"**\n*The old man said as he attempted to pick the cart back up to wheel it towards the village. As he got closer the items on the cart became clearer. They consisted of food, fresh water and medical herbs. It seemed like he was bring supplies to someone in desperate need.*\n\n*Slowly the old man began to continue, letting Nicholas catch up as he couldn't really push the cart fast. At his rate he wouldn't get home until well after dark. And at that hour it wasn't exactly what you would call safe. Certain creatures roamed the darkness in the woods. Something the old man would never survive.*" }, { "author": "georgethekingofmars", "message": "Nicholas came over, catching up quickly to the oldman and took a hold of the cart's handles, lifting it up a bit. It was a bit heavier than he expected, but then again it appeared to be mostly full, mainly with food and water. Food generally was not all too heavy, but he knew from experience how heavy water could get for how little space it generally took up. Once there he took a good look at the old man, noticing with his arcana sense especially some presence of magic and mana. Something he was not too surprised to see, but the fact that such an old man had such strength did help to identify, at least at one point he indeed did dabble with magic. And perhaps he still did, just not to the same extent as before. \n\nAs for Nicholas, well Nicholas was neatly kept, wearing light leather gear with a belt around his waist. The last largely noticeable things were his backpack which was stuffed fairly full, his old crossbow attached to its side, and lastly a small quiver with a few arrows in it. He luckily had not had to use the weapon since he had landed, and so he had also not run out of arrows, and was still carrying the ones that were made for him seemingly ages ago by the local fletcher from his hometown. \n\n\"I got it, just lead the way.\" Nicholas said to the old man, letting him take the lead to the village and his residence. The main reason being that Nicholas was a stranger to these lands, and the old man. He waited for him to go ahead before beginning to wheel the cart, staying just behind him and wheeling slowly. With the man's age, the geography, and his struggle to move the cart before. It seemed best to take things a little slower, but ultimately it was up to the man leading the way to decide the rate at which they would move and make progress across the land. \n\nIn the hopes of making some small talk while going, just as they would begin moving Nicholas would speak up. \"I am Nicholas Alger, and you are?\" He asked in a cautious tone, not really sure how people here greeted each other. He figured it was similar to home, but it was still a distant land and he had little communication with people from it." }, { "author": "revi6969", "message": "*The path ahead was mostly down hill, with a few twists and turns. The thick forests chocked out some of the light leaving most of the trail dull. The crests of the mounts could be seen lingering just up ahead. The man's slow pace wasn't quite a snails pace but with the weight of the cart removed it should cut the trip down to an hour tops. The old man did not have much in the form of goods. His raggy cloths were just enough to keep him warm in this cold weather. He had a small knife on him for self defence along side his grimoire. If Nicholas could read it would read Commons of Healing. A fairly common book on healing magic, along side the largely medical supplies perhaps he was a doctor of some sort? Maybe a charity worker of some sort. As the two slowly made their way down hill the old man stopped for a second when he spoke. He seemed fairly polite and rather kind.*\n**\"Thank you kind sir, I might have gotten stuck out here after dark if not for you. The walk isn't too far from here\".**\n\n*The man said as he continued his stroll. His poster was a little slumped however but he kept an eye ahead of him. Constantly scanning for potential threats. At about this time the ground had levelled out and the two were maybe a kilometre from the gates. He seemed pretty calm but as Nicholas greeted him he seemed a little off out for a second.*\n**\"Nicholas? That's a very interesting name. I'm Ergail Estatr, call me Eegail if you may.\"**\n*The old man paused for a few seconds as he slowly began to walk farther down. His mind seemingly drifting for a few seconds.*\n**\"You seem a bit far from home, what brings you to our little village in the of middle of no where?\"**\n*The man asked rather curiously, he tried to be friendly as possible. He definitely was able to tell that Nicholas was definitely not from here. Yet he seemed very kind, whom ever raised him had done a damn good job. Ergial stood ahead of him just enough as he approached the large wooden gates he hollered something up, the guard gave a wave. Then silence, then slowly the large wooden gate began to open. The dirt and snow creating a small dirty cloud from the moment. Giving a small nod he began to slowly move forward.*" }, { "author": "georgethekingofmars", "message": "Following down the hill was a bit more challenging with a full load, but Nicholas managed. The mountainous cold did not bother him, he was very much used to such temperatures where he was from. During the winters back home, even the most hardened of men had problems keeping themselves warm without being in doors. The winters were often slow and boring, and work only really happened in spring, summer, and autumn. Although the spring and autumn were too short to be really considered seasons, only lasting a few weeks at most, and many just considered them extensions of winter and summer. \n\n\"Very well Eegail.\" He said in response after hearing his name. To Nicholas it was quite an odd name, even his father who had a strange name for where Nicholas was from sounded more normal. But that was most likely because he was just used to it, hearing his name a lot and writing it down often.\n\nThe ground beginning to level out was good for Nicholas, he could relax a bit more and not worry about accidentally letting go of the cart and having it fall down the hill. The flatter lands mixed with the cold as mentioned before did well to remind him of home. He took a deep breath before answering the old man's question. One he had no issues in answer for a few reasons. The main reason being that he had no reason not to tell him, but secondly because there was a chance, albeit small, that he might be able to help him in some way shape or form. \"Yes, I have moved far to get here. I am in search of my family, my father and sister. I do not believe they are here, but I know they are on this continent, somewhere.\" He said, giving as good an answer as he could. He had other smaller aspirations as well, to learn about the continent and bring back stories to his people, along with sharing the stories of his people with the rest of the world. But those were more of side goals, things he wanted to do once he was given the chance. His main goal was family though, and it would likely take a lot to make him forget about them. \n\n\"And if you do not mind my asking, what are these supplies for?\" He asked as well, continuing to look around and take in the scenery before looking at the man once more, noticing the book he had. It took a second, but he made out what the book read. Making an educated guess that perhaps he was using these supplies for medical care. A lot of what was in the cart was foreign to Nicholas, only a select few fruits and vegetables grew back home, and their main form of sustenance was through hunting the wildlife. This did not always work out so well though, and Nicholas remembered one winter where they had to scavenge for squirrels to ensure they could eat well. It was tough living, harder than it should be. But being away from everything did have its own unique advantages." } ]

[ { "author": "revi6969", "message": "*As the two entered the small town it seemed quite lively. The sound of a bell ringing occasionally could be heard. A few local venders server foods and other items hoping someone will buy. For such a small town the population was probably close to one or two thousand. A few guards with pikes dawned with the towns insignia could be seen mixed in with the various people. The smell of fresh fish, dried meat and smoke filled the air. The village felt quite warm and welcoming. The old man seemed somewhat well known as serval towns folk came up to greet him as he walked through the streets. Most buildings here were made of wood and clay, with very few having more then one floor. Almost all the roofs were made from thatch or wooden divers. Upon hearing his quest to find his family the old man paused, he stopped walking for just a second. Placing his tanned and wrinkled hand on his chin he pondered. Then it clicked for the old man, his old and shrivelled mind talking a kick to get thinking.*\n**\"Looking for family? Well there aren't any Kitsume here in this village you'll have to travel much farther south if you wish to find more of your kind. However I do know someone that might be able to help you.\"**\n\n*The man said his dried and shaky voice almost being drowned by the clatter of the streets. Slowly he continued to guide Nicholas to a smallish house nearing the imposing cliff faces. The building had two floors and seemed fairly run down. It definitely was a large family home. To the left of the house was a small graveyard with seven crude stones in the ground likely graves of loved ones. The question of what the supplies were for, he knew this well. Turning back he spoke a little more clearly.*\n**\"Well it's for someone who has yet to awaken. Their mind seemed to have died yet their body lives on. I've spent most of my life caring for this stranger.\"**\n*The old man said as he opened a double door just large enough for the cart to squeeze in. Inside was a fairly open room with a stairwell that lead to a second floor. A lining of wooden rails could be seen on the second level. With serval seemingly empty room dotted on the side. The old man cleared a spot of the goods and placed his grimoire on the counter. He seemed exhausted as he sat down on a worn chair. He smiled just a little, his voice clearly showing signs of exhaustion.*\n**\"Your welcome to stay a night or two if you need. I still have work to do, thank you for bringing it in for me.\"**" }, { "author": "georgethekingofmars", "message": "Nicholas took great interest in the village as they walked, making sure to take everything in. It was a small town much like his own, yet the people were very different. Back home most would stick to themselves and keep working, the only people who could \"Waste\" Time were the children. And even then a lot of them spent most of their day working for their parents to keep whatever trade they had going. The largest difference though were the guards, back home there were no real guards, instead everyone just knew how to defend themselves really. Carrying swords and axes to keep themselves safe from any thieves. It was not perfect, far from it, but it kept the village safe and made sure everyone who could work did work instead of just standing around keeping an eye for someone who might cause trouble. When the man stopped he stopped as well, listening to what he had to say on the matter of finding his family. Hearing there were no kitsune here other than him was something Nicholas had expected. After leaving home he had seen very few kitsune, at least those who had shown it. This was probably because of the first nation he visited, but there was also just the fact that kitsune, generally speaking, were rare sights to be seen. Which was something Nicholas never really thought about as well, most of the people back home were kitsune, there were a few other races but the majority of them were kitsune, and thus he had always just figured they made up a majority, even when told otherwise. It really did take visiting a whole new continent to fully realize this fact. \n\n\"Oh, do you at least know the name of the stranger?\" Nicholas asked him as they entered, setting the cart aside and taking a quiet sigh of relief, finally getting a break from moving it. The old man was kind, at the very least it seemed that way with how he had treated Nicholas, but also the fact he was caring for what he referred to as a stranger and it had been for a large portion of his life, not that was something even Nicholas wasn't sure he could do. He knew of no one who would even do that back home, especially when it seemed as though they would never wake up. Those who could work survive, those who could not work rarely did. It was rough, but you needed to be capable in every way to survive the frigid cold. \"I thank you for your kindness, It is better than sleeping out in the woods. Can you show me to this person tomorrow who might be able to help me find my family?\" Nicholas asked him after he sat down. He would then set his bag and gear to the side, near the cart and look for a place to sit, specifically an open stool or chair if there was one. If not he would simply find a comfortable looking spot on the floor to use.\n\n\"I can also help with some work if you do need.\" He said, offering to help a little more. Although he was definitely tired, he was being offered free lodging and perhaps to find a good clue as to where his family could be. And as they did back home, if someone does something for you, you must do something for them. He figured by helping him with a few chores he might be able to earn the information he is looking for and pay back the lodging ten fold in some way. Although he figured that was paid off by helping him with the cart." }, { "author": "revi6969", "message": "*The old man began to sort through the herbs and medical supplies and began to create a sort of mush like soup. Slowly he took a book and took a water skin. Gently filling the bowl with water he brought it to a fireplace on a near by wall. A quick snap of his fingers and the fire lit. Gently placing the bowl on the fire to boil. The old man slowly strolled his was back towards Nicholas. Taking a grinder and began to prepare the medicine. He seemed calm as if he had been doing this for a long time. His body was definitely on limited time. He seemed quite exhausted even the grinding in the bowl took a lot of energy for him. Yet he pushed through , as he worked on the medicine he glanced other. His facial expression was fairly dull, warmly lit by the fire a few oil lamps.*\n**\"I don't know their name, the only thing I can think of is some sort of embroidery on a tattered robe my mother found them in. I think it's Miyako or something like that... To be honest they might not even have a name...\"**\n*The old man paused, the mystery person he was caring for might as well be a nobody. He didn't know if they had a name or not. How could that be, it didn't really make sense. The bitter smell of the medicine slowly filled the room. It probably didn't taste all too good, yet he poured his heart and soul into the work. Once he was satisfied with the mush he grabbed a mitt and walked back to the fire. Gently grabbing the now boiling water he brought it over and pushed the mush of plants into the pot and began to stir while it cooled down.*\n**\"Unfortunately not, the person that might be able to help is the person I've been caring for. They are like you, as long as I've remembered they have been asleep. Even before I was born, the problem is I don't got much time left and neither do they...\"**\n*The old man seemed kinda depressed by this. His whole life caring for someone who wouldn't wake up. He seemed distracted however by his work. Quickly going back to focus. Once stirred well enough he took his grimoire and began to cast a spell. A warm green glow came from the pot as the medicine settled. Reaching over her grabbed a small spoon and a few jugs. Taking the pot he gently filled two or three jugs with the warm medicine.*\n**\"Well if you'd like to help me skin the fish that would be helpful. I gotta care for my guest soon, I was unable to give them medicine yesterday...\"**\n*The man said with a bit of a tired look, he placed the jugs next to the fire and began to prepare a seasoning. Taking a small knife and began to chop up serval leaves and spices.*" }, { "author": "georgethekingofmars", "message": "\"A person with no name?\" He questioned quietly to himself before speaking up. \"Well if they have been asleep for so long, then sadly I do not think they would be able to help me.\" He said on the matter of them being able to help him. His sister was even younger than he was, and he was quite young, barely an adult by kitsune standards. As for his father, he was not quite sure, perhaps they had met at one point and knew each other. But not recently enough for it to be much help for him finding him.\n\nWhen it came to the fish, he hesitantly agreed to it. He did offer and it would be rude to decline such a simple task simply because he did not care for it. In the past Nicholas had never worried about skinning the animals he killed, his mother always took care of it for him. Although he did know how to do it, just not to the same level as his mother. He would stand up, and as he did he would accidentally knock over his bag with his tail. Which there only appeared to be one, but it was exceptionally large. In truth he did have all 9 tails that were attributed to kitsune, he just kept them combined most of the time, appearing as one large tail. In a confined space like this though, after realizing what he had done he would hide them with the help of magic. Keeping them out of the way. WIth the bag haven fallen, some of the contents that were towards the top spilled out. Mainly his flute, notebook, and pencil, all of which were things he used regularly. \n\n\"Oh, let me take care of that first. I will get to the fish in one moment.\" He said and repacked his bag up quickly. He would have time to write in his notebook later, just before going to bed. As of now it was quite empty, having nothing of great importance to write about. But today, he had a little more to remember for himself and to share with the village when he got back home. With the bag cleaned up he would stand up once more and take off his dirty gloves, not wanting to contaminate the fish too much while working with them. He would head over to the kitchen area in the house and look for something to use as a tray along with a knife to cut with. Once the gear he would use was set then it would be time to get the fish and get to work with it. Grabbing one of the fish he would bring it over to the wooden cutting board and would begin working slowly with it. He was no professional when it came to fish skinning, or the skinning of any animals. But he did his best from what he had remembered, following what his mother had taught him, going through the motions as best he could. He had a few issues at first but quickly got used to it and got to work. Once he was done with one fish he would do something quite peculiar. He would start casting a spell he knew, an ice one, freezing his hands and then the fish. This was something his mother often did as well, it would help prolong the life of the fish meat, keeping it from spoiling sooner rather than later. Such practices were important to make sure they had food going into the winter months when meats and other foods would become less common and more difficult to get ahold of. Once he completed this final step he would set the fish aside and grab another, repeating the process over and over until completed. Not bothering the man as he worked as well." }, { "author": "revi6969", "message": "*The old man was pleased with his work, coming over he gently picked up one of the fishes and began to salt it before placing it neatly on a rack. Slowly but surly he took all the fish and placed it on the rack then it came to the last two. Inserting a small metal rod into them he placed them over a small stove like fire in the kitchen to slow roast them.*\n**\"Your quite skilled young man, must have been a hell of a trip for you. When I was much younger I used to be just like you. Seeking excitement but as you can see my mother's wishes fall before that. I do wish you the best for finding your loved one.\"**\n*The old man said softly as he turned the fish on the stove. About fifteen minutes later the fish were a golden brown and steaming warm. Taking the seasoning he sprinkled it on the fish. Letting it cool he gently a knife and cut the fish into about three equal portions and with one of the portions into small bite sized chunks. He placed the chunked portion of the food bad on the stove to let it stay warm.*\n**\"Here, it's a thanks for helping me out so much today.\"**\n*The old man handed him a small plate with a seasoned fish. It wasn't exactly too tier food. But it was a pretty decent blend of spice though a decently juicy fish. Surprisingly decent for the materials at hand. He ate fairly slowly occasionally giving small talk as they ate, or at least trying to. As soon as the two were done he took both their plates. Placing them in a small wooden sink*\n**\"If you wish to see that person maybe you might know them...\"**\n*The old man said as he stood up slowly and began to walk up the stairs. Clearly struggling with ascending the stairs. Once at the top there was a small dimly lit hallway with two rooms. One appeared to be the old man's room. A messy bed with a small table at its side with various books haphazardly scattered around the room. The next room over was a locked door. Taking a small key from his pockets he gently opened the door as of to not disturb whom was sleeping. Carrying a plate of chopped food he walked in. Laying on a bed neatly tucked in was another Kitsume. A young girl at least for Kitsumes seemed to lay rest. The gentle motion of her breathing could be Sean rising and falling. Her body was frail and in pretty bad shape. She had silky long black hair that was combed and neatly held together by a small string to prevent it from getting to messy. Her skin was hopelessly pale, she seemed quite thin to. On the bed next to her was a coat hanger with a robe on it. It appeared to be a very old mages robe. It was worn and dull. But the word Miyako was still visible however any other words have long since faded. It wasn't event a guarantee that was her name anyway. She sported seven long bushy dark grey tails that seemed to be perfectly still in their own deep sleep. If he could detect mana he would feel a very strong connection with her. She seemed to have a massive mana pool and a strong connection with the world around her. Perhaps she was a powerful mage before she fell into a deep sleep. The old man took a fork and began to hand feed her. Since she was unable to eat herself. Once he fed a fed her he began to cast a spell. A healing spell which seemed to have little to no effect...*\n**\"This is well the house guest, she's been asleep even before I was born. I reckon at least a century... Never has she awoken from her seemingly endless slumber...\"**\n*The old man said as he gently combed her hair of knots. He then shook her body to make sure the blood was moving. Once he was done her sat down in a chair and just signed.*\n**\"I'm not sure I can save her... She has been my only patient and I've failed every day...\"**\n*The man said clearly shot down, his old age was weighing on him quite heavily as evident by his lack of energy. He seemed quite stressed of his patient, he seemingly begged for freedom deep inside. Wanting nothing more than to spend what little time he had left free of this burden...*" }, { "author": "georgethekingofmars", "message": "With the work done Nicholas rubbed his hands on the side of his pants before going back to his stuff and watching the man work to make food they would be eating. It smelt good, the cooked fish that is. It was a nice breath of fresh air from the previously bitter smelling medicine he was working on earlier. When he brought the food over Nicholas thanked him before digging into it. He had worked for this instead of using money, one of the first things he had truly worked for since he had arrived on the continent. He was proud of himself to say the very least. The food itself tasted fine, although it was definitely different to what Nicholas was used to. He ate slowly, enjoying each bite to the best he could knowing the moment would not last forever. Nothing ever lasted forever and that was the sad part about the world. \n\nAfter coming by and taking the plate, he asked Nicholas a question that he was not expecting all too much. \"I don't think I will, but I guess it won't hurt.\" He said and stood up, grabbing his bag instinctively and throwing it loosely over his shoulder. Nicholas would follow slowly behind the man up the stairs. Even such a simple task took so much effort. He was surprised the old man was still going at this rate. But he did not bring it up, instead just continuing after him quietly so as to not accidentally make him fall, which he luckily did not. As he entered the hallway he noticed the empty rooms. He was alone, and the only other two people in here were himself and this girl. Although this girl did not seem to make the best of housemates as she was very needy and bringing nothing to the table. Sadly, someone like her was most likely not long for this world, and this would become even more apparent to the young man when he entered the room with her in it, just after the man did. She was frail to say the least, looking like a human sized doll. Her skin pale even compared to those where he was from, most of which blended in with the snow fairly well. \"You have great commitment to your craft, the healers I know would have long given up by this pont.\" He said to him while continuing to look over the woman. Noticing with his arcane sense her magic energy and her mana reserves. At least the general size of them, and was quite surprised by how much she was able to retain even in such a weakened state. \n\n\"Do you mind if I play a song? It usually helps me to relax.\" He asked the old man and began looking through his bag. Waiting for a response before beginning to play for him and the girl. He was hoping that by playing some music perhaps he could calm the old man and relax him a bit more. He had had a long day and he clearly needed a break from the world and one of the best ways for Nicholas was to do that. Should he say yes to such a request Nicholas would take a seat on the ground nearby one the entrance and begin playing. He would play a tune from his home land, one his mother had taught him from a young age. Lullaby which always made him fall asleep when he felt tired. When it came to instruments and music, it was one of Nicholas' specialities. Something he was quite good at and enjoyed doing whenever he could, and that showed when he played, getting lost in the music himself." }, { "author": "revi6969", "message": "*The old man agreed, he was too tired to really argue. He seemed exhausted, the tune seemed to at least calm him. For a second he was at peace. His mind wondered for a few seconds at least. Before he stood back up slowly holding the chair.*\n**\"I must go to sleep, when your ready your room is on the bottom floor, second door to your left...\"**\n*The old man stood up and slowly exited. Closing the door softly behind him. He coughed a few times after he left the room. It was clear he was sick, practically dying... Yet he pushed on, he opened the door to his room and went to sleep. He snored a little bit, just loud enough to hear through the walls.*\n\n*The kitsune seemed unaffected by the music. The melody echoed through the room in such a perfect harmony. The song of pure beauty, in Miyako's deep sleep she had been dreaming for what felt like forever. In her mind she dreamt of a life that was no longer hers... She did not know who she was, fragmentation of her past life lingered however. Yet these bits and pieces were slowly training her mind on how to use her body again... She had been doing this for as long as she could remember. Miyako wasn't sure how long she had been like this... She could hear everything around her... At first it was a sweet women who cared and loved her, like she was her own child. Maybe she was her mother? Then one day the woman stopped caring and a boy took her place over time he grew old. Or at least what she had assumed. Try as she might she couldn't move her body. Yet something about this music felt alive. As if someone poured their heart and soul into every note...*\n\n*For Nicholas he could see her covered neatly by the blanket as he played his tune. Her arms remained above the blankets almost crossed as if she was holding a ghost's hands. Suddenly a finger twitched slightly to the beat of his song. She moved, all be it only slightly. Perhaps this gave him the encouragement to play longer and harder. Or maybe it gave him other ideas but what ever Nicholas did she responded positively. For the first time in a long time Miyako moved her arm towards the direction of the sound. All be it very slowly and only her arm moved. Her eyes remained shut, her legs and the other arm were equally as asleep as she was. But none the less her arm nudged it's way to the side of the bed towards Nicholas. With what little strength it had it moved in a slow pace. Almost as if it was reaching out. Unfortunately as soon as it happens it stopped, seemingly falling back asleep.*\n\n*From Miyako's view she felt the dirty blanket move. Did she move her arm? She wasn't sure, she felt like something happened but her mind didn't know what she did. She still felt her magical connections but she felt distant and weak. Almost like she was detected. She wanted to say I'm awake, I'm alive... But try as she might her body refused to move... She simply began to ponder again. Meaningless thoughts drifted her mind. Yet the feeling that her arm moved seemed to remain... An alarm clock of sorts if one could call it that...*" } ]

[ { "author": "georgethekingofmars", "message": "Nicholas gave the old man a nod and continued to play his song. Flowing with the music and just enjoying it as he usually did. He knew of the basics of the old man's trouble and played. Hopefully easing him into a comfortable rest. At least as comfortable as he could get with whatever condition he might have had. As he played he would soon notice the minor movements of the girl. He was shocked to say the very least, from what he had heard she had not moved an inch for hundreds of years. Was he just lucky or had he perhaps found what was needed to wake her? Only time would really tell, and Nicholas wanted to know. But for now it seemed she was struggling somewhat, just barely tapping along with her arm, keeping beat with the song. The more he played the more she continued to do so, and now he had an idea. He was not sure it would work, but considering such a slow and soothing tune was working, perhaps something a little more energetic in its own way might wake her body up. It was just a hunch, but it was very much worth a shot. So he stopped for a second and stood up. \n\nWith himself now standing up he would begin thinking of a song, what song would work best to wake her up. He moved over to the window and looked out, noticing the mountains, stars, and most importantly the moon. And that was when it had struck him, which song to play that is. He would take a seat in the windowsill and bring his flute up to his mouth, beginning to play quietly. It was a melody that was calming, much like the last one, although it was very much different. The last one was much more slavic sounding, but this one, likely would sound more similar to the woman as it was a tune Nicholas' father taught him. One from the continent and was very different to the ones back home. Being much more oriental sounding and even middle eastern to some extent. Either way it was quite the piece. Being quiet, and calm, but with the accents he put on every note, it sounded energetic and fast. Something that would be played at perhaps an epic occasion of some sort. Although after about a minute of playing it would begin to slow down, returning to how it started as more of a lullaby piece. Something to put someone to sleep or keep them calm. While he played he watched her, hoping to see some movement aside from just her arm tapping to the beat, and maybe, just maybe it would cause her to wake up. Freeing herself from the curse of never ending sleep, and the old man from never ending servitude, something he did not deserve to live through his entire life. No matter how long or short it would be. \n\nWhile he played and watched her, hoping for any reaction, he would forget about the magic he had in place for his tails, revealing all nine. The same silver color as his hair with brown tips at the end. Making it clear who and what he was. He was both lucky and cursed to have all 9 tails that a Kitsune could have. Most had fewer, his mother only had 5, his father 7, and his sister 3. It made him an envy of many, while also making life more difficult, keeping all nine from getting in the way. Which was a problem he had a lot of in his younger years. But now as an adult, he had learned to control them better and keep them from getting in the way. Along with using magic to hide them from being seen when he wanted them to be. Although now lost in the music and moment he mostly forgot and just focused on playing. Making sure to get every note just right." }, { "author": "revi6969", "message": "*Miyako could hear the music pick up, maybe the strange visitor felt her screams for help. She had always been yelling yet no one could hear her. It was like a dream of sorts. A nightmare rather, the one's where you scream but no sound comes out. Miyako felt so helpless, so weak. It pained her to only be able to hear the world around her. She wanted to wake up from this dream bell she would accept death as a option to... She tried with all her might to scream but her body refused to move any father then the initial finger twitches.*\n\n*With all of her thoughts she tried desperately to reach out. Her body refused to move. Her arm and hand remaining perfectly still. If Nicholas was watching he would see her arm move a few inches towards him then fall still again. It was as if she was trying to reach out to him. With all her strength yet she still fell short. The wind blew gently into the room, as if she had made the air move. Nicholas felt a little chilly as the gentle blue glow of the moon lit the room dimly. The oil lamp on the wall was about to burn out with a small flame still burning barely giving off any light.*\n\n*Miyako didnt remember who she was, all she had done was listen. And listen she did. She remembered falling but why or how she did not? Maybe she was dead? No this wasn't death, this was a special kind of hell. Miyako had long since lost track of time. She wasn't sure how long she had been like this? Maybe she was always like this. Perhaps she was just being pessimistic but she had hope. A candle in an infinite darkness.*\n\n*Miyako looked strangely peaceful in this state. Despite how frail she looked, she seemed to almost glow like this. Her pale skin gently lit by a dim blue moon was quite pretty. For someone who had been sleeping she was still quite a beautiful sight for sore eyes. Her long black hair seemed to be about waste long. With a the small string barely holding it all together. The covers of the blankets seemed to keep most of her body hidden, with her arms and the very top of her bear chest exposed to the moon light. Nothing was visible however quite thankfully if Nicholas had any respect in that department . Perhaps he would feel a bit of pity for her, for what is likely to be most of her life. She has been in this state. Maybe it was a scary dream world she would never leave. Or perhaps a paradise of everything she could ever want. But there was no true way to learn of what was happening in her mind. Perhaps she just redacted to the music, or maybe the music was able to trigger something inside her. Like a hidden memory in how to move her arm.*\n\n*Either way the fact was plane as day, for what might have been the first time in an entire century she was able to move something. Waking up was definitely going to be a challenge. But just maybe with the right stimulation he might be able to save her... Just maybe he could save someone from the brink of nothingness. And endless world of thoughts and hopelessness.*" }, { "author": "georgethekingofmars", "message": "With the song now over, Nicholas would put his flute down, leaving it in the windowsill as he stood up. He would walk over to her and watch her, trying to reach out to him and the sound he had made. He would take a seat in the chair the old man had used earlier, bringing it a bit closer to the bed she laid on, and eventually gently grabbed her cold hand. Feeling it gently, scared to accidentally break it with how frail she looked. \"Can you hear me?\" He asked her in a soft voice. Trying to be as gentle as possible in every way. Perhaps he was being overly cautious, but he would rather be safe than sorry. She had been asleep for many decades, nearing if not already over a century. So there was always the chance of some strange shock from too loud of words or sounds. \"Squeeze my hand if you can hear me.\" He requested of her, waiting for a response. He was nearly 100% sure she could hear him, but not about understanding. Like the sound of something and being drawn to it was very different from understanding a word or sentence and responding to it. Although, they could be seen as not too different of things. \n\nWaiting for a response Nicholas would quietly mumble an old prayer his mother would sometimes use whenever she was nervous. It sounded almost like music, being spoken in his native tongue with an added tune. Some would even consider it music. But for him, it was not complex enough to truly be music. He hoped that maybe the prayer would ask whatever god or higher power that was up there to help this woman and elderly man, the inhabitants of this home to be better, treated of their sicknesses. In the past such requests never worked, but it was something he defaulted to from his mother. Even though he had very few religious beliefs himself and was far from a worshiper of God. Either way he would keep chanting quietly, waiting for some response from the girl in one way or another." }, { "author": "revi6969", "message": "*Her hands were ice cold, she felt like a living ice cube. Surprisingly her skin was stunningly soft. While she was definitely frail she was at least able to not crumble from basic movements. Likely the old man's healing magic and medicine had slowed down her degradation by quite a bit. He may not realise it but if he wasn't doing such things she would have withered away decades ago. Her body would have just shut down if it were not for him. It was a miracle she was cared for at all. As he gently held her hand he felt a weak pulse in her hand. She was definitely alive, which might be reassuring or perhaps it did the opposite. Knowing such a weak pulse existed, there was a good chance she might never be able to leave the bed once she woke up.*\n\n*Miyako definitely could hear him. Though the sounds were muffled. Like when your drowning underwater. You can hear everything but it sounds so distant... In her own hell it was a curse of sorts... All though she had no perception of time in this state. She heard him asking her to squeeze his hand if she could hear him. She tried with all her might to move her hand. But it simply didn't respond. She could hear him pray... She hoped that maybe the gods would listen... She really did, she wanted to wake up. She felt like she was there with one of her own kind. The others didn't feel like her. Perhaps this was something that manifested in her subconsciousness. But what ever it was it was a driving force.*\n\n*For a split second Nicholas felt the slight twitch of her hands. As if they were trying their best to squeeze. With each finger struggling to move. Slowly but surely he felt a very gentle but weak grasp. She could hear him, while she couldn't really talk back to him. At least he could talk to her, kind of a special hell if you really think about it.*\n\n*Maybe this was the first time Nicholas prayers went answered. Maybe this was a sign, or maybe this was just random thoughts. Miyako still seemed to be deep in a perpetual sleep. However after this one moment of miracle she would move no more. Just the gentle and weak pulse of her frail heart. And a slow but steady up and down of her breathing. Her eyes remained closed, unable to see such a beautiful world around them. Her two large fluffy eyes seemed to be listening quietly. What ever song he sung or what every prayer he sang. She could hear the world. The sound of birds chirping in the springs. Taunting her of a world she did not remember, the only world she knew of of was the infinite nothingness of her endless dream like state. It was practically the same thing if a thought became aware of itself. They would only know the world that is themselves. Anything beyond them, they would never be able to experience. Perhaps he would feel a little of pity for the girl. Such a hell seemed to be worse then death. And it definitely was a special one.*" }, { "author": "georgethekingofmars", "message": "With the response of her squeezing his hand he smiled. It looked like he was lucky and god had taken favor on him. At least hopefully he did and this was not some sort of cruel joke. When she stopped giving a response though, and only her pulse could be felt he let go and stood up. \"My name is Nicholas Alger, son of George Alger. It is a pleasure to meet you Ms, I sadly do not know your name but I hope you wake up soon.\" He said quietly, before saying the same thing in his native tongue, although it likely sounded like nothing other than just a bunch of nonsensical noises to her. One he was done he went over to his bag and took a seat, taking out his notebook and pencil and began writing in it. He wrote first about his adventurers through Lymia. The strange elves and people he met while traveling through. And at the bottom of each page he would draw a small sketch of the events as well, they were no masterpieces, but they looked nice. Something that someone could look at and see that the artist put their heart into it, and that was what he did. Nicholas had always had this skill, to put his heart into every piece of art he did, from music to drawing, to writing. \n\nHe would soon get to the part where he first entered Parasia, writing about its mountains and flora. And for an image drawing a set of mountains with snow capped peaks and the winds blowing down, cooling a village below, The village being the one he had passed through before getting to the place he was staying now. Then on the page just to the side he would write about Ergail and his home, drawing a crude image of him next to the outside of his house. Taking some liberties with its designs since he did not get too much time to look at it and draw a very detailed version of it. And the last important part would be the page about the woman, the one who may be named Miyako. He would write that he played music for her and she began to respond after 100 years of sleep, along with what songs he played and how he played them. Then to the page just to the side of this one he would begin to draw. Drawing Miyako herself as best he could, looking back at her, using the moonlight as his main light source. He would keep drawing, putting a lot of time into it before eventually stopping, not being able to draw anymore as his wrist began to bother him and the fact he had been on his feet all day started to catch up to him.\n\nNicholas probably could have gotten up and left to go downstairs to his room. But he decided against it, instead he decided to spend the night upstairs in the room with Miyako. Partially because he was tired and did not want to move himself downstairs, but also in case she fully woke up in the middle of the night. Which although unlikely was still a possibility. He would keep himself to the floor near his bag, using his nine tails as a blanket and bed of sorts to keep himself somewhat warm and comfortable throughout the night, and using his backpack as a pillow. It was not the best night sleep he could have gotten, but him wanting to be there the moment she awoke made it be no problem at all for him. Thinking about the man and the woman as he slept, he figured he could spend a few nights in this village, helping them out. There was no rush to find his family right? And this would act as a way to complete his other goals. He just could not, no would not forget about George and Zara. His father and sister and the reason he left home. The moment he had concluded business here he would head off to find them. When would that be though? Only time could really tell for him." }, { "author": "revi6969", "message": "*The floor wasn't anything special, made from roughly cut wooden boards it was far from comfortable. Nicholas would likely get a splinter or two from sleeping on the floor like this. Perhaps his thoughts drifted as the world around him grew dark. The moon light slowly faded as it rose beyond the window. At around the same time the oil lamp finally extinguished itself. A small whiff of smoke trailed out of the glass basin of the lamp. Now the room was truly dark, if Nicholas could tell the time or guess it to it was around midnight. Perhaps a little past midnight to, with the room starved of light perhaps he would finally succumb to his exhaustion from a long day of work.*\n\n*The following morning the early rays of light peeked through the window that was a meter of so above Nicholas. The very top of the sun could be seen creeping it's way up in the early morning. The old man was probably already up, by the presence that there was no snoring. The sleeping girl remained asleep still. Her arm still in the position that it was last night. The warm smell of fish could be smelt from downstairs. Perhaps the old man left some food out for him to.*\n\n*Miyako couldn't smell anything in her dream like world. She felt the warmth of the heat of the morning sun. She wondered what the sun looked like. She barely remember what anything looked like to be frank. Her mind was fuzzy. It felt so strange to her, the only world she really knew was the world she could hear.*\n\n*The house was empty, just him and her. On the door was a small note, it was written in an almost Scribble. It was difficult to read from a distance. Even up close it was a bit of a pain to read. It read \"Out running errands, food is downstairs. Please feed and give our guest one spoon full of medicine before noon. Will be back before dinner.\"*\n\n*Just outside the sound of birds could be heard chirping in the distance. A gentle breeze had blown in from mountains making it extra chilly today. Perhaps close to freezing cold, if it were not for fire one may run the risk of hypothermia. The window had no shutters or glass. However a small unlit fireplace was in the opposite side of the room. It had no wood and appeared to untouched. Perhaps the old man never used it, it's condition seemed to reflect that. It look like it was in a miserable state. Other then that today might as well be Nicholas' one free day. A sort of day to maybe relax.*" }, { "author": "georgethekingofmars", "message": "Nicholas' rest throughout the night was sub-par to say the very least. But he managed to fall asleep just from how much work he had done the day prior. When he woke up he would make a loud yawn and would rub his face with his hands and begin to stretch, waking himself up. He had a slight pain in his back from sleeping on the hardwood floor, and it was only because he was still wearing his light armor did he not get any splinters the floor would have given him. He would slowly stand up and look out the window, guessing it was later than it actually was. With how far north he was used to being, the days were often shorter than the nights. But here, further south, they tended to be much more equal in their standing. \"Good morning Ms,\" He said looking over at the woman. The sun shining on her, giving her a warmer glow than the moon did the night before. \"I hope whatever sounds I had made during the night did not bother you.\" Nicholas was a fairly quiet sleeper when it came to snoring, however, he was very active and tended to roll around a lot, so there was a chance he bumped into the chair a few times making some noises every now and again. \n\nAfter stretching he would start to clean up his items, putting his flute, notebook, and pencil back into his back. As he organized his bag he would dig through and pull out a photo of his mother, the one he was traveling with and using as a reminder of her. He would then softly say good morning once more, except this time in his native tongue as if he was addressing his mother. Once done he would put it back in the bag and stand up one more, leaving his bag on the floor and looking to the door, noticing the note. Reading what it stated, and it seemed the old man already knew he planned on helping out with the woman. Although that was probably fairly apparent with him spending the night in her room, sleeping on the hardwood floor. After reading the note he would look back at the woman. \"I will be back shortly, I just need to get some things from downstairs.\" He said to her and opened the door, making his exit from the room. He walked at a moderate speed, taking his time with things. Once downstairs he would spot the food and medicine. Taking his portion first and easting downstairs. It was just fine, much like the night before this one. Not terrible, but nothing out of this world. He much preferred his mother's cooking, but that possibly was just because it was his mother and held that extra value because of it. Once he was done he put his dishes into the wooden sink. He would then go over, grabbing the dishes that held the food and medicine for Miyako and begin making his way upstairs. \n\nOnce up stairs, he would kick open the door with his foot and take a seat on the chair, setting the plates down to the side on a nearby desk. \"I am back, sorry I took so long, anyway food and medicine is here. I think we should start with medicine, which should make the food taste better.\" He said, trying to make conversation with a person who could not really respond. He would take the spoon and begin feeding Miyako the medicine. Doing his best to not let any spill. He did not know what it actually tasted like, and he did not have much care to find out, but all he could do was hope it worked and helped her, even if just a little bit. Once done with the medicine he would set it aside and begin with breakfast. \"And here comes the good stuff I guess.\" He said, once one more , hoping she liked it. At the very least she was getting sustenance that was needed for survival." }, { "author": "revi6969", "message": "*Nicholas did sound a little bit crazy talking to himself. If there was anyone else here they might assume him to be crazy. Yet he was speaking to someone who couldn't speak back. She could hear him, she wanted human contact. She wanted to say I'm ok I'm here I'm alive. But Miyako couldn't, her body simply refused to move.*\n\n*She couldn't taste yet, well she could just it was limited. Most of her senses were numb. With the only two that retained anything were touch and hearing... The medicine was bitter and had a weird texture... The food however was... Meh...*\n\n*Miyako had eaten this for decades... She wanted to let her visitor know she was well there. That she was alive, everyone else prior had given up... Again while Nicholas was busy trying to get her to eat he felt a cold touch. Her hand lightly grasped his lower arm. Not the one feeding her but the one he used to support himself. She still felt dreadfully cold. For a little while she well didn't respond to addition stimulation. Her limp arm just rested there, maybe the gods had answered his prayers and she was finally waking up.*\n\n*All be it slowly, last night he got an arm movement and a squeeze as a result of external stimulation. This time she grabbed him on her own accord. Her breathing seemed to slow down a little as if she regained a small bit of control over her body. Then one word was muttered. Nicholas couldn't make out what she said but it was a word.*\n**\"H-he-l-lp\"**\n*A word crying for help, her voice was so weak and so quiet it could be mister for wind... She seemed so helpless and so lost... Her voice was barely audible. Again soon after she seemingly slipped back into a sleep. As the world of dreams once again took over... Maybe she was fighting her own demons...*" } ]

[ { "author": "revi6969", "message": "*The old man smiled as he left, giving a small nod as Nicholas left the front door. As he exited a cold blast of autumn air hit him in the face. The temperature was dropping fast. There was noticeably less people out today as most were starting to huddle inside. On the stone and wood houses a a gentle plume of light grey smoke rose from basically every chimney. A thin layer of morning frost covered the ground and most plants. Nicholas could easily see his own breathe condensing into puffs of white clouds. There was a subtle and gentle southern breeze coming from the colder southern mountains. Even travelling so far the winds kept alarmingly cold. Perhaps the old man's warning should be taken a little more seriously...*\n\n*As Nicholas approached the local market, there were noticeably fewer stands. Most of the luxury good stands were gone. Replaced by the now survivalist needs, food, purified water, luckily a cartographer was in town. Marked by a small building at the end of the street. Next to the store was a small clothiers stand, with a few racks of used and new winter clothing and blankets and mats. Unfortunately there seem to not be a horse trainer in the market.*\n\n*However on the outskirts of town there was a sizeable farm. While no crops grow due to low temperatures perhaps he could acquire a horse or other animal to make the climb easier. Though with the unreasonably low temperatures and thin air perhaps a regular old horse wouldn't be sufficient. Though that variable remained a mystery for now, especially since Nicholas has yet to see what the southern mountains had to offer.*" }, { "author": "georgethekingofmars", "message": "Nicholas went out in search of the things he needed, when he went shopping he first made sure to get himself two pairs of winter clothing, one for himself and one for the girl to borrow while they were out and about in the cold. Although he figured he could get by, he would rather be safe than sorry in that regard. Either Way they would come in handy and so he decided to go with it. Once he was done getting that, he headed out towards the outskirts of the town in the hopes of finding someone who would sell him a creature to help carry some of his stuff, but specifically Miyako. \n\nLuck was on his side though, as when he made it to the outskirts he managed to find a farmer who had horses, donkeys, and mules on hand for sale. While there he was advised to go with a mule, a hardy creature that took the best aspects of a horse, and the best aspects of a donkey, making it the perfect animal to take with and had the best chances of surviving the cold of the southern mountains. So after fiddling through his money, he parted ways with the silver and took the mule back with him to the cabin. By the time he had gotten back it was much later than he had expected, and had spent longer out than he probably should have. Sighing as he realized that it was much too late to leave tonight, and would be better to leave first thing tomorrow morning, mainly so that they could have as much sunlight as possible. \n\nWhile outside he would look for some cover for his newly acquired mule and tied it to the house under some cover if he could find any, letting it graze on the outside to keep itself somewhat full. On his way out of town he could pick up anything he managed to forget or could not find. But that was tomorrow's problem for him, and so he went inside, his bag on his back and slightly lighter as the rope he had in it was removed. \"I'm back later than expected, and honestly did not get all that much. But we should be mostly good.\" He said as he entered the cabin." }, { "author": "revi6969", "message": "*The old man smiled, he was cooking a warm fish meal as he entered. The room was lit by a small fire, it casted a warm red hue in the room that gently flickered. In the corner his still fresh painting was drying by the fire. It was of a mountain range cast over by a setting sun. The old man clearly had some talent.*\n**\"Don't be worried, I'm sure you'll be fine. Your such a talented young man.\"**\n*The old man said as he took three bowls and gently poured the soup in the bowl. As Nicholas entered the main room he saw Miyako seated in a small couch that had been moved up to the table. She was leaning back in it, but not strong enough to stand on her own legs. Though her fair arms were capable of moving about. She held a small wooden spoon and she seemed to have difficulty doing so. She was so incredibly weak. Yet her mana was virtually overflowing. The room felt as if the mana had made a sort of protective coating across the surface. It was a strange feeling. However it was evident she was having trouble controlling her own mana.*\n\n*The old man passed him a bowl with soup and tossed him a spoon before sliding Miyako a bowl. She gave a weak but pure hearted smile. Clearly happy to have been moved out the bed and down stairs.*\n\n**\"I moved Miyako down stairs while you were gone. She wanted to go outside but I couldn't carry her farther.\"**\n*The old man said a bit dully, he sat down and began to eat. As he ate Miyako sort of played with her food. Almost mesmerised by it as if she has never seen it in her life.*\n**\"The old man is very nice, he carried me down here. You'll carry me to right?\"**\n*Miyako asked innocently, she was aware she was unable to walk. Yet she desperately wanted to be free. She wanted to find her mother. Or what she believed was her mother. She heard voiced in her sleep of a woman and she had flash backs of a woman like her. Yet she didn't remember who they were or their name. She had no identity and she wanted to find herself. There had to be something.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She caught up to him relatively quickly, her jog slowing into a walk as she matched his pace. She crossed her arms behind her back, no purple umbrella in sight. She was exhausted the night previous given her episode, she didn't have the chance to look up at the night sky until now. Truth be told, she felt almost like a prisoner with the Pig and Wolf sometimes. If she had just left her room without saying something, they'd probably hunt her down. At least that's what The Wolf said before.* \n\n\"You're probably right, but I've always been nocturnal. I counted 5 moons, including this one since I've met you in the forest. Not nearly enough time for me to switch over.\" \n\n*Tilting her head back as walked with Terrel, her sights set on observing the crescent moon high above their heads. Sometimes, if the moonlight hit her eyes just right, the normal brown hue came off as bright red, another tell of her vampirism though less likely to be spotted. She wanted to promise that she wouldn't start any problems while she snuck out with him but she slowly began to realize she just couldn't hang onto that idea.* \n\"I was going to ask what you were doing but..\" *She turned her focus from the moon down to the wolves in front of her, a smile forming on her lips.* \n\"Even I can tell they're hyper without needing to ask.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would turn around to continue walking as she came to move in pace with him. His gaze was mostly fixated on the wolves running off ahead of them. Occasionally, one would take a moment to sniff around a building or roll around in the dirt, only to rejoin the group and continue exploring as more of a pack.*\n\n\"Even wolves need to be taken out to handle their business.\"*He would say in response to Manon's notice of what he came outside for. Even with it dark out, Floof was easy to spot among the two other wolves, his pure white fur gently brushing against Blur's more silvery Grey one as she kept closer to him for company. Ansel walked on close by, the Wolf's bulkiness becoming more apparent the more he grew. He was hardly much smaller than Floof now and, at this rate, it seemed like he'd questionably be able to outgrow him.\n\nTerrel himself wasn't completely sure why Manon found need to follow him out here unless it was for something. After the events yesterday in having to deal with both a lost vampire and run away horse, it had been advised to just say nothing to them. At this point, that seemed like it was going to be the whole journey, though just as he had forced Manon into speaking, she now forced him.*\"I don't believe staying up all day and night helps with that.\"*He'd eventually say in turn about her not being able to shift away from staying up late. The Elf doubted she wanted his two cents, but in his eyes, it seemed like an obvious solution, one he couldn't bother to solve with all Manon's other issues piled on top of it. She was already counting 'Moons' which was either what someone did when they're awaiting an event coming up or when they were trapped with nothing better to do.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*There wasn't much she could say about his advice. He was correct that staying up all night wasn't the answer but it wasn't like she was doing a great job forcing herself to sleep. It was nice walking around at night though, she couldn't see the city very well when she tagged along with Okami. The sunlight always felt unusually bright when it came to her, windows of shops usually reflected the light back into her face during her morning walk with The Wolf. Now things were fully visible for her, She never really found herself to be a city girl but Esvoduko was beautiful to behold. She would even contemplate living here if it weren't for her vampirism.* \n\n\"Have you ever thought of settling down somewhere? Maybe in a city much like this one?\"\n\n *She found herself asking The Pig, her mind still fixed on what the city life would be like for someone like her. Maybe she'd even be the doctor she dreamed of since she was little. Fixing up wounds from the hunters much like the wounds Okami had before they took off for travel. Giving the children Echinacea root during the winters to help with their colds. The elderly.. There was never an easy way to go about the elders. When it was time, it was time. At least that what she picked up on when she visited other doctors when delivering herbs to them.*\n\n\"I think about it all the time.\" *She said softly, not really giving him a chance to answer.* \"The what if's, I suppose.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would walk in silence as she asked him the question, pondering over it a bit as they'd make their way out to the edge of town where the more mountainous terrain seemed less distant. Was he thinking about settling down? Well maybe for a little while, but he had a lot more training and adventuring to do before that point. At the very least Elves lived long lives, so he had plenty of time before he fully committed to putting away his sword for a while. After all, it had only been a few years since setting out. Surely he wasn't much closer to stopping than he was before. If he did settle down, however-?\n\nIt would be a lie to say he hadn't thought of it at least once, maybe just getting a house at some point so he had a place for his wolves to roam. In the city though, the Elf couldn't imagine that. He preferred seclusion at times in the company of his wolves when people became too much to bear. Before he could respond, Manon would soon answer her own question, leaving him to continue on in silence for a while.\n\nHe didn't have much to say about the Vampiress thinking about settling down. Frankly, if she had wanted to leave and go back now, he wouldn't have will to stop her. The Elf was too used to people coming and going after all. That was the way with traveling, especially with those who tend to not get along. At first, he didn't say anything, just letting Manon talk to herself in her own thoughts of what could be. As the wolves would trail away once more, he'd eventually say:*\"I've never been much of a city Elf...\"*His words would come low and relatively strange off the tongue in him referring to himself as an Elf rather than a Pig.*\"The extra crowds is not always what it's cracked up to be.\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Manon tapped a finger against her lips as she though. Was she even afraid of people naturally or because of what they do to vampires? It probably started off because of her bloodcurse but now.. Isolation has grown to be apart of her now, even if she became cured. The city always had more people living inside them, more people who could benefit from her healing and knowledge of medicinal plants. A memory came back to Manon, when she was younger she wanted to be the one to cure all the plagues in her home city, Ulnoor. She had forgotten about that dream of hers, she used to run home after school and brag every time she scored top of her class in faith magic. \"I'm going to save everyone!\" Manon often told her parents.*\n\n*Her smile slowly subsided, curling into a frown as it seemed like an impossible feat for her now. Nearly 10 years later, 6 of those being a vampire, and she spent her time digging in the dirt for pocket change. Granted she hardly accepted the coin as the gratitude was enough on it's own. Tilting her head to the side as she glanced at Terrel, absorbing the sight of his mask all the way down to his weapon of choice. Sheesh, what a crew they were.* \n\n\"Maybe when we're both old... Or when you're old-\" *Forgetting that Vampires never look their true age, cursed with immortality or something close to it.* \"We could visit each other, share adventures stories. I think I'd like that a lot.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would glance over at Manon, unsure of what he found more confusing, the fact that she'd actually want to visit after everything that's happened or the fact that she'd think he'd get old. The latter he found more amusing of course as at some point, he was sure he'd forget just how old he was. Well if didn't get killed in that time, but he had already made a promise to someone that that would never happen. Cockiness? Maybe. The Elf had that much confidence in himself at least.\n\nHe'd open his mouth to say something, soon closing it once more as he fell into silence. That would never happen. Besides, the moment she paid back her debt, she'd be gone again anyways and, with it, the chances of them seeing each other again seemed slim. The Pig Elf was always roaming and if he did settle down, he doubted getting many visitors in a secluded place.*\n\n\"I don't think two cranky old Elves meeting would be the best idea.\"*He'd joke at the thought, knowing full well how they 'got along' already. In saying it, however, there was some realization in his own youth.*\"I'm sure Okami would like it though.\"*He'd say in a lower tone, deciding not to completely scratch away at the High Elf's dreams. If she really wanted to visit somebody, she'd find a way to, just as Terrel would to the allies he had met.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"Maybe you'll get less cranky as you grow old, maybe I'll find a way to not be hungry all the time. This is the longest I've gone without feeding though, it hurts knowing blood from a person is much better.\"\n\n *She neglected to talk about how they tasted much better as well. Feeding from animals always scratched the surface of her urge. When she consumed Okami's blood, it removed her urge entirely. She was happy that he had survived, not entirely sure how though. The who situation was a blank spot in her mind. Idly Manon extended her hand by her side, her palm facing the ground. The grass stood up on end as she walked past just for the blades of greenery to fall limp once she passed. Almost like a wave of water but with thin pieces of grass. Nature always had certain feel to it for Manon, this felt very similar to brushing the fur of an animal. The feeling of soft tingles brushing through her finger tips. Nature magic always felt soothing to wield.* \n\n\"I don't know if I would visit Okami. He's been very nice to me but...\" *Her voice lowered into a whisper, almost as if Okami was there in spirit.* \"He seems a little too optimistic using blood in his meals for me. I've never heard of a salad with blood..\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would continue walking on as the dry dirt would transform completely into pure rock, retracing his steps towards the forest they were in earlier to allow the wolves to roam somewhere more natural to them.*\"Maybe you will too.\"*He'd jab back more humorously soon falling silent once more to allow Manon to say what she needed to. Soon enough it drifted to her speaking of her problem with blood, which oddly enough he had almost forgotten about with a whole day of it not being brought up.\n\nOnly when she mentioned Okami talking about preparing meals with blood in them, would find himself having to hold back laughter at the ridiculousness of it. It seemed the Kemonomimi had reduced down to putting blood in his foods to get either one of them to eat his meals. Terrel wasn't sure whether to find it funny or just sad thinking about it.*\"That was his solution to it?\"*He'd question almost hysterically. Terrel did suppose he'd suggested for them to figure out a way to fix the issue rather than using Kibaru as a walking food source. This was not what he had in mind, and now, he suddenly wasn't sure what either of them were thinking at this point.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"Well he certainly proposed ideas about it like; Maybe we should make you a salad with blood dressing. Maybe we should try cooking the blood. I've only had blood a handful of ways. I've tried feeding off animals that were hunted by other predators. It made me sick to my stomach, I hardly made it two steps. It tasted horrible as it was like stale and cold. Trust me, I've tried escaping the cycle. It has to be fresh. The other two ways you know about, from animal and from a person. The only suggestion that I sort of like that Okami made was having me feed off the animals he intended to cook for himself. Even then, I don't like the idea of killing animals. If he's going to execute them regardless, I might as well, right?\" \n\n*She looked at Terrel almost for his approval of the situation. It wasn't much different than when they were looking for a butcher. The animal was already dead, it's time deceased would be questionable from a vendor. From Okami, it would be pretty fresh for her to drink. As she approached the forest, the forest compensated for her travels. Splitting plants in her vicinity to allow easier travel. She noticed that Terrel didn't have it as easy as she did, thinking back on their other encounters and how he always had to fight his way through. This time she consciously tapped into her magic and did her best to ease his travels as well. Surprisingly this wasn't easy for her to do, putting conscious thought into something she always did subconsciously.* \n\n\"I don't think his ideas would work, It'd look a little suspicious if he intentionally bled all over my food. Could you imagine what others would think? A shirtless male with a wolf mask leaning over a table to bleed over some girl's meal? Not even to mention the girl eating it shortly after?\" \n*Now that she said it out loud, she convinced herself to never try Kiba's ideas on 'bloody food.'*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would come to a sudden stop as Manon rambled on and on about Kibaru's ideas, each one sounding worse than the last to the point where he'd simply put his hand on her shoulder and stare down at her with a purely neutral look.*\"Want my advice? If the man says he's going to go jump off a cliff, just let him do it and don't follow.\"*What that had to do with Manon's issues with Okami trying to come up with different foods, it was anyone's guess. Okami was always bringing up random sayings. Terrel clearly shouldn't bring up any sayings.\n\nHe'd move his hand away, resuming his walk as the wolf pups would begin to spread out further into the forest and out of his view. Terrel didn't seem too concerned about them getting lost. After all, he had his whistle still. Finally he'd stop walking for a while, allowing himself a short break while he waited for the wolves to return. \n\nTerrel would let out a tired exhale in exasperation, finally looking back at Manon as he'd rub a hand at the back of his neck.*\"I'm assuming you don't want to try it then?\"*He'd eventually ask her in all seriousness. The Elf wasn't sure if it was the blood that concerned her more or the image of her taking it from Kibaru anytime they tried to eat. It was a ludicrous thought in his mind, but sooner or later, she was going to have to figure out some solution with her issues or just return to the forest and forever feed off animals.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She stopped as she felt Terrel grab onto her shoulder, her head turning to face him as he spoke. It was clear that she had no idea where that came from or what it had to do with anything. Even after Terrel had became walking, Manon just stood there as she parsed the information. She had no idea Okami wanted to jump off a cliff, or why he wanted to.*\n\n*It was enough to make her forget about the food conversation as she slowly caught up to Terrel, a grim look upon her face. Thankfully her expression changed when Terrel asked his next question, brining her back to the original conversation. She'd have to speak to Okami about it tomorrow.* \n\n\"Hmm, Oh right! I don't know. He wants to fill a cup with his blood so I can drink from it but that sounds awkward to me too. I've always just.. Bit? It's not like I want to bite him either, that wouldn't be very nice.\" *Trying to clear her name of any potential misconceptions.* \n\"I'll give some of his recommendations a try.\"\n *Now that they had stopped she checked her surroundings, maybe there was something here that was interest to Terrel.* \n\"Cozy little area.\" *She said softly.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would look over to her, muttering to himself:*\"Tell him not to do something and he does it anyways.\"*The Elf supposed he wouldn't expect anything different from the reckless Kemonomimi. Instead he would simply let out a quiet sigh and decide to find a place near a tree where he could sit by.*\"Whatever you think will work.\"*He'd finally say to her, coming to sit down against the tree and lean back on it. So long as it wasn't his issue to deal with, they could experiment all they want. It was only for the trips anyways.\n\nAt the mention of the area being cozy, he'd say back:*\"Don't get too comfortable unless you plan on staying out here.\"*Maybe it was a threat, maybe it was a suggestion, maybe it was him simply talking. However she'd take it, Terrel would allow himself the time to relax for now anyways before they'd have to make their way back to town and start a whole other day of traveling. He wouldn't say he didn't enjoy it, but it did get exhausting at times just riding horseback and walking. At least now with the new steed, it should speed things up a bit so that he could get what he needed to get done in Salvania.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"I'd rather be back in the magical Ombu forests, I'd probably get hunted out here.\" \n*She always worried about something happening that caused aggression towards her. There had been plenty of times where someone died and had bite marks on their neck. The local doctors always threw Manon under the bus, even if they knew she was being helpful. Nobody gave the benefit of the doubt when it came to her. It happened a handful of times before she reached the expansive forests and from then on she simply remained. Occasionally entering Tunuar or Suimer for supplies such as clothing, or to deposit medicine.* \n\n*She held her hand over the stone underneath her, palm facing towards the rock. Most people would have found their third affinity for magic. Manon found her first two rather quickly, both expressed themselves in a similar way. When she was little she pressed her palm against a scrape she obtained from falling while playing. She cried and cried until an adult came but when she moved her hand there wasn't any wound to be seen. At first they scolded her, said \"You're crying wolf\" Until they learned it was Faith magic. Oh how her parents celebrated that night, a healer in the family. Nature started off the same way, holding her hand over a wilting flower and watched it return back to it's former beauty. The stone beneath her remained as unyielding as ever, not even a pebble moved.* \n\n\"Your wolves are having the time of their lives.\" *She said without lifting her head, maybe if she kept trying to move rock something would happen. She was keeping tabs on the three using her nature magic. So far there were only five signs of movement. The imprint she left on the world, Terrel, and 12 paws.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Nothing stopping you.\"*Terrel would say casually as she mentioned preferring to head back to Ombu. He'd allow himself to lower a bit more onto the ground, until he had found himself laying flat on his back, staring up at the sky. His hair sat messily beneath him, spread out as if they were a bright pink blanket. It was times like this where his pointed ears were able to be seen more clearly, no longer obscured from view with the mess of his hair.\n\nHearing Manon mention his wolves having a good time, he'd respond back:*\"I figured they'd enjoy themselves out here.\"*It didn't seem like he questioned her ability to read the wolves when they weren't even here, having grown used to her tales of being able to hear animals. At this point, added range didn't sound as crazy anymore.*\n\n\"You know Manon...\"*He would begin, keeping his gaze focused on the sky.*\"Thinking back to all the travelers and healers I've met on the road. You... Are by far the worst of them.\"*The Elf would suddenly break off into a light chuckle. Thinking back to his old friends he's met while traveling, there were never so bad in his eyes. Sure they were strange in ways, but that was just them. Terrel supposed he was strange to some as well.*\"You stick around a lot more than them too though.\"*He'd add more thoughtfully as if thinking aloud.*\"No matter how upset you get with us...\"*The Elf would trail off.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Manon didn't say anything for a long time, she could feel her eyes water at his hurtful words. It's not like the group had sustained any injuries that required healing outside of the two. Both of which she healed with ease as well. She had been called a horrible healer before, those were by people she never met before. They had all assumed that she wasn't very good at it because she was a Vampire, always giving into her temptations or other rumors that had no base of truth. Hearing it come from someone she spent days with. She felt her chest hurt, a sinking feeling in her chest. She didn't know if she wanted to sob, to yell. She didn't know if she wanted to run or fight, she more alone with him than the forest she followed him to. She decided that she would uphold her end of the deal, to repay him for his work in the Ombu Forest. After... She didn't know.* \n\n*All the grass around Manon began to turn brown, not so much withered but dead and dry. The type of grass you would see in a forest fire more than poor weather conditions. They even gave off the scent of burning grass though the fire itself was absent. Her head looked around, more confused than anything at where the smell of a campfire was coming from. She hadn't sensed anyone in a fair distance around them, they should be alone.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel's nose would twitch a bit, at first catching a whiff of the odd smell in the air. At first he'd shrug it off, figuring it was just like any other smell they came across in the woods. However, as it began to grow stronger, soon shifting to the smell of burning grass. He'd lift his head up, half expecting to see a forest fire, though upon not seeing anything from the position he was in, he would soon sit back up. At first his mind would drift to the wolf pups, glancing around a bit in knowing that they could have trailed further off. The scent could probably keep them at bay for a while if it was something bad, though he preferred them in view.\n\nHis gaze would shift over to Manon, soon gazing down towards the grass as it would start dying around her. It took him a moment to consider it. Was that where the burning smell was coming from? He'd slowly look up towards the Elf, seeing her just as confused.*\"Manon?\"*He'd question somewhat cautiously, shifting his gaze between her and the dying grass. Magic was such a finicky thing it seemed with her and soon enough Terrel would soon find himself standing back up in the even that the dying grass continued to spread.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She looked towards Terrel when he said her name. She expected more cruel words to flow from his mouth, maybe he thought she was just a freak like everyone to him as well. A pair of glowing red eyes looked down at Terrel, it was mostly a play of the moonlight and the fact that she was standing and he was not. It seemed to be enough to snap her out of current emotional turmoil though. Not only did the dried out half burning grass stop it's crawl outwards. It even began returning to it's natural state. This wouldn't be possible with nature magic alone but in combination with her faith magic she gave it life anew. It wasn't a very quick process, the spread of destruction was much faster than the slow rebirth. Granted with her mind pre-occupied with the conversation at hand she didn't pay attention to her feet, just on Terrel and the smell of burning grass.* \n\n\"I thought you were finished there, Do you have more hurtful words for me?\" *She said, not so much in a cold voice, but with a wounded one. The sound of stifled tears could be heard in her wavered voice.* \"Just tell me if you want me to leave, I get it.\" *Thought she didn't move, she wanted to stay with them for a while more. It was the most alone and the least alone she had felt in the six years of being a vampire.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would look at her in confusion, not really sure on what was said to suddenly get her like this, especially with jumping to random statements. 'He tells me not to do something and I do it anyways...' Terrel would think to himself, recalling Okami suggesting that he simply stopped talking to her. Now he was just a hypocrite with what he uttered about Okami earlier.\n\nSeeing the grass slowly returning to its normal state, Terrel figured whatever had caused her to initially react must have faded despite her words saying otherwise. She was so back and forth that even the grass seemed to show it.*\n\n\"Manon, you're going to have to catch me up here.\"*He'd say in his usual low tone.*\"Between whatever it was I said and the grass suddenly dying, I have no idea what's wrong.\"*Terrel considered telling her to calm down. Then again, that had never worked before, in fact seemingly made things worse. He wondered if it was too late to take Okami's advice now, every word seemingly a minefield around the Vampiress.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She looked down at her feet to see the grass being perfectly fine. She even went as far as to give Terrel a confused look at as well. What would she know about burning grass, she was looking for the source of it as well. She took a few steps away so she could better see the moon before speaking. Almost as if just looking at it was soothing in a way for her.* \n\n\"You and Okami both brought up how horrible of a healer I am. I feel like I'm just kidding myself at this point. Healing is the only thing that keeps me going, The only part of me I'm proud of anymore. What's the point if nobody else can see it though?\" \n*She pulled herself away from the moon to rejoin Terrel, this time she took a spot on the ground as well as she laid on her back. Her short black hair did not pool much like his.* \n\"As for burning grass, I don't see anything or know what you're talking about. Someone must have a campfire much further in, the wind probably blew it our direction.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would look at her dubiously, knowing full well the story of a campfire was far from true. Was she simply playing naive or did she actually not notice it? He wasn't too sure. His gaze would follow her as she'd walk over to him and lay back down, the Elf not feeling much in the mood to go back to relaxing after that. She mentioned the two of them calling her a bad healer which part of him found surprise in it. Was that really what she got so upset about?*\n\n\"Manon.\"*He'd begin, sounding exasperated before he'd catch himself and would begin speaking more in his normal monotone voice.*\"I don't know what Okami said about you, but what I said was a *Joke*.\"*The Elf looked down at her, the outline of his pig mask resting in the center of the moon as a darkened shadow against it.*\"If a healer knows how to heal then they've done their job right and whatever else there may be to them, that's none of my business.\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"I'm sure you both laugh about it. A healer who does more harm than good.\" \n*She quoted Okami. She didn't believe the Pig's words, There had to have been some truth for him to make the comment in the first place. If he didn't find what he said somewhat true, he wouldn't have said it.* \n\n\"What is a healer's job then? To wander around a forest endlessly, bashing the skulls of animals? To slide their fingers around their necks and twist until they twitch within your hands? Are healers supposed to syphon the blood daily from totally healthy things?\" \n\n*She could keep going with what she has to do in order to survive. She wasn't a healer, she was a monster. She was a terrible healer, her hands could do extraordinary things. But they've only been used to claim life instead. With that realization in mind she fought back her tears. Talk of being a doctor in a big city was just only that, talk.* \"I promised to repay my debt, Once I'm able to do that I'll go plague some other forest. Nothing is stopping me, remember.\" *Maybe it was cruel to twist his words around but she found herself lacking in compassion.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"To heal.\"*He'd say simply to answer her question. The Elf wasn't sure what greater concept there was to being a healer than just that. More harm than good though? Either she was making up things she's heard or someone else must have said it. Okami maybe. Though as hard it the Elf found it to believe he would say something like to her, it wasn't like either of them had much of a way with words.\n\nHe listened to her continue on, talking about repaying her debt in a tone that suggested she was on the brink of tears. Frankly the debt was repaid the moment she gave him the money for the rabbit. It wasn't like the animal costed that much. Though, in her acting as if she were trapped behind that, it did allow Terrel to learn a bit more.*\n\n\"Manon.\"*He'd say to get her attention, not even sure if she was listening to him anymore or to whatever things she's heard other people say. The Elf looked down at her, debating between actually saying something or leaving her to her own words. He wasn't the best helping to shift a mood. Heck he was only half sure that he put her in this mood in the first place.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She fell silent after hearing her name though her mind continued to race with all the things she had been told. Everyone was right, she wasn't really made out to be a healer anymore. It became almost painful to hold her tears back now, occasionally her body jerked as she stifled back her pained cries. Manon had to turn her head away from Terrel so he couldn't see the reflective streaks run from her eyes.*\n\n\"W-What?\" *She said softly, her voice giving away just how much sorrow she currently felt. It wasn't entirely Terrel's fault, honestly these tears were long overdue. Bottled emotions from years being alone, hearing it from someone she considered close with was the final straw. The air around Manon was significantly warmer, not nearly hot like a campfire but definitely noticeable. Whatever was going on, it seemed exclusively tied to her emotions currently.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With Manon turning away and breaking out into tears, Terrel would let out a quiet sigh of defeat. He wasn't going to get out of this one. The air seemed to warm up around them, but whether or not that was his imagination, the Elf wasn't completely sure at this point. He'd bite his tongue, deciding to simply stop talking to the sensitive Vampire.\n\nMoving out from above her view, Terrel would come to sit down next to her. Whatever it was she was holding in, it seems like she was letting it all out now. He'd give a dip of his head, allowing her to do as she needed before finally saying:*\"I'm sorry.\"*It was relatively simple words that he was pretty sure she didn't even want to hear in her state. But it was all he could say to her before he'd lean back against the base of the tree and sit in the heat of her frustrations.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She raised a dirty sleeve to her face as she wiped away at her tears. Or she would have if they weren't already dried upon her face. As she got what she needed out of her system. A few more tears or a cry she stifled back which only came out as a silent jerk of her figure. The temperature slowly lowered until they both sat in cold winter air. For a while she thought he had just left her there and gone back on his own until she heard the apology.*\n\n\"Sorry..\" *She said weakly as she crawled into a sitting position now. Not exactly apologizing for her emotional 'flare' up. For the fact that she became so self-absorbed that she couldn't sense his wolves anymore.*\n\n \"I can't sense your wolves anymore after.. You know.\" *It was a little helpful to get the tears out, it meant she could bottle just a little more next time until eventually everything became numb. Inhaling sharply as she refocused herself until she was able to find those prancing paws somewhere behind them.* \"They seems to be fine, still only 12 tiny paws.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"They'll be fine...\"*He'd say back to her.*\"They're growing fast and... They'll be good at surviving a while on their own.\"*The Elf questioned if Manon was actually able to feel where they were or was simply stating the obvious in knowing there were 12 paws to look out for.\n\nHe'd fall lost in thought, not saying much to Manon as she would recover from her initial crying. The Elf didn't even say anything to her apology, simply letting her say what she needed to.*\n\n\"Manon. If you want to go back to Ombu. I can take you back tonight.\"*The Elf would say.*\"I've traveled enough to know when someone wants to go home.\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"No, I won't ask you to do that.\" *She pressed her back against the nearest tree, the back of her head pressing against the bark as she gazed upwards.*\n\n \"This is what I wanted, leaving alone felt scary. I thought joining a group would've been better. I thought you two would've chased me out by now. I didn't know what to expect. I'm sorry for my behaviour. I can't disagree with being a bad traveling partner. I don't want to talk about healing anymore.\" \n\n*It was safe to assume that she also thought she wouldn't get attached to the masked duo but here she was, crying over words. They had been much nicer than most people she supposed. The dealt with her mistakes, tried to be understanding together and even accommodated her needs as well. She still didn't know if they both thought her healing was terrible but she still wouldn't want anything bad to fall upon them. She would tag along for just a while longer.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would give a nod if acknowledgement. Perhaps she was staying out of her own will after all. That he could respect. She made it clear she didn't want to talk about healing and for that, he'd let the topic go.*\n\n\"Y'know...\"*He'd begin at first, picking his words carefully before continuing on.*\"I reckon Floof and Blur have grown fond of each other.\"*The Elf would have a lopsided grin as he'd look down at Manon. He could recall a time when he met a woman out in the woods, one he deemed a Hyena with how much she laughed. Refreshing, yet odd as most people were. He could recall making a bet with her that Blur and Ansel would be inseparable. It seemed they were both wrong.*\n\n\"I once betted on Blur and Ansel becoming an inseparable pair with them being actual siblings, but it seems Blur prefers Floof's company now.\"*The Elf would continue.*\"Guess I must have lost that bet. Something to pay back for once we get to Salvania, eh?\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"Blur hasn't warmed up to me but seeing how rambunctious Ansel can be... I feel like Blur and Floof feel they need to overlook his actions.\" \n\n*She looked over her shoulder, almost as she could see the wolves themselves. They were reaching the edge of her detection radius though. For all Manon knew, they were staring right into a pack of wild wolves and she wouldn't be any wiser.* \n\n\"They're pretty far out, if they're being stalked I couldn't tell you.\" *It was probably the first calm thing she had said since melting down in front of him. She didn't want to evoke any panic from Terrel. She got to her feet using the tree as support, turning around the rather large base of the pine tree and walked towards the wolves.*\n\n\"How much did you bet?\" *She asked loud enough so he could hear her. She made it pretty far before turning and coming back to sit beside Terrel.* \"Still clear, I had to check.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Hopefully Ansel won't get left out of the bunch in that case... He's seems pretty stubborn, but he's learning. I can tell.\"*Terrel would respond. He'd watch her walk off, seemingly trying to pick up on where the wolves are for the time being. He didn't understand it, but what did he know of magic? With her sending back another report to them, he'd simply nod to her. Maybe she could actually pick up something, possibly making it useful if he ever had to find his other animals. It seemed that there was a range for it, but it could be put to use. Perhaps he should encourage her to test out her abilities. At least it was more helpful for the both of them.*\n\n\"A well-made bracelet and a piece of clothing apparently.\"*He'd say, scratching the back of his head, wondering if they'd both have to give each other one considering they both lost. Where was he even supposed to get one from? It sounded ridiculous saying it aloud, but he supposed those were the terms.*\n\n\"Thinking back to it, I question why I made it in the first place.\"*He'd say more casually.*\"I guess I'll have to go buy one before I get there. Preferably not something expensive...\"*The Elf would look to her as she returned to sit down beside him. She really did have constant worry over the wolves. It was a wonder of how she'd be with her own pet. Terrel, he simply trained and rewarded them for their good behavior. Okami would spoil them rotten. But Manon? She'd never give herself the chance to have one, too afraid of what she might to them. Hopefully, she'll be able to overcome that one day.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"That's rather adorable of you, She must have been special to you.\" *Manon began chewing on the fingernail on her thumb. She disliked not knowing what was going on with the wolves. It was clawing down the back of her mind that any number of things could happen and they wouldn't reach them in time. It was getting to the point where she almost wished they were heading back, at least everyone would be safe.*\n\n\"Unfortunately that might just happen. The smaller the group the more cast aside one could feel.\" *She used her relationship with Okami and Terrel as proof behind how she felt. Compared to those two, she was simply along for the ride. That was mostly of the reason why she always trailed behind them, She wouldn't know what to say either. Granted, she could do much better when one on ones though. At least the conversation would be focused on things she knew or had to learn.* \n\n\"I think Ansel might do more outlandish things to impress Blur and Floof. People will do a lot of things to gain acceptance.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"She's a random woman I met in the forest once and haven't seen since.\"*He'd respond in the most neutral tone with Manon considering it adorable.*\"That I've now lost money to.\"*The Elf would let out a sigh. He probably should have just came up with the terms, perhaps betting on a fork instead and save the time and effort.\n\nHe'd listen to Manon talk about how the smaller the group, the easier it may be for Ansel to get left out. Taking a moment to think of it, he'd say:*\"Hm, how about I change that then?\"*With the words leaving his mouth, he'd slowly stand back up, not explaining the idea any further.*\"I think the wolves had enough fun for right now, hm?\"*He'd ask, holding a gloved hand down to her to help her up.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Manon placed her hand on top of Terrel's and used his assistance to rise to her feet. She was confused as to what he had planned. Could he just conjure a wolf without her knowing? She took a moment to shake and slap the dirt from her back and bottom, soon to follow behind the Pig.* \n\n\"If she was so random then why does she need to know about your wolves? If it's that much of a loss for you, wouldn't it be easier to not find her and move one?\" \n\n*If it was monetary funds it would be a scummy thing to do. Something that could possibly warrant mercenaries and needless combat. A bracelet and clothing, it sounded friendly enough.* \n\n*Manon began rubbing her hands together and breathing into cupped hands. Whatever fire magic she did possess, it was obvious she had no idea about it. She had lost feelings in her fingers a while ago, only now did it start to burn with frost.* \"Aren't you cold?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"What can I say? I'm a man of my word. Besides, I'll simply gain as much as I'll lose anyways.\"*He'd say with more irony. The Elf would bring the whistle up to his mouth, blowing into it to call back his wolves. He'd wait a short moment, listening out until the padding of light paw steps would finally echo through the air to signify the return of them.\n\nFloof would return first, followed just behind by Blur. There would be a short while as he'd wait for the third pup to arrive, but soon enough Ansel would walk his way over, letting out a huff of the cold air. The Wolf joined up with the other two, coming to stand around the Elf before Terrel would finally start walking again with Manon moving just behind him.\n\nAt the question of whether or not he was cold, he'd think it over, realizing he couldn't really feel much of the cold weather.*\"I wear a lot of layers.\"*He'd say in referring to not only the armor he wore but also the clothing and fabrics alongside it. His leather gloves protected his hands while his cloak helped shield his back and occasionally his arms when the wind was strong enough.*\"It's hard for me to get cold. Why?\"*He'd ask, questioning the reason for the question. Maybe he was supposed to be cold right now, though he could hardly feel a thing.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She began clenching and unclenching her hands, shortly after she placed her hands underneath her armpits. She looked up at Terrel and figured she asked a rather stupid question. If she were wearing what Terrel had on, she would probably be way too hot.* \n\n\"Just feeling a little chilly is all.\" *She down played her condition, she was absolutely freezing. It was times like these that she wished she had fire magic, she wouldn't have to feel cold ever again.*\n\n\"Maybe I should find some work when we reach the next city, it couldn't hurt to have some gloves too.\" *She was relived that all three wolves were back safe and sound, Ansel made her hold her breath when he took a while to come charging back.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd glance back at her as she mentioned being chilly, eyes traveling to her arms that remained crossed around her to shield her hands beneath her pits. At the mention of working, Terrel would think it over for a bit before eventually responding.*\n\n\"It wouldn't hurt, but may be bad timing by the time we get there. Spring will be coming soon and it'll just be an extra thing to carry for a while once the heat returns.\"*He'd point out. It seemed the warmer months were going to be just around the corner soon enough. Summer was always a pain for the Elf, the heat constantly burning with the armor, but for now it was a relief to enjoy the winter with what was left of it. At least Spring still kept between the two extremes, giving him more of a chance to prepare.\n\nHe'd grab the edge of his red cloak and tug at it so that it extended out about an arm's length from him. Tilting his head a bit, he'd beckon for Manon to come walk closer to him while the wolves would pace on ahead.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"I suppose you're right.\" *Manon said as she jogged a little faster until she caught up to Terrel. Reaching over to grab the cloak from his hand and held it around herself. It wasn't much but it kept the wind from blowing directly onto her.*\n\n\"Thank you, Terrel.\" *Her teeth chattering against one another. She felt like the Pig was taking some pity for her, normally she would've protested against such uncharacteristic acts of kindness. She didn't say anything though, even if it was pity she could feel her hopes of leading a normal life hanging on a thread.* \n\n\"If you get another wolf, can I name him or her? Maybe you and I should make a bet too.\" \n\n*She assumed that was Terrel's plan from his words earlier, how else would he 'change' Ansel being the current outcast.*\n\n\"I also think this new wolf won't like Asnel either.\" *She gave an apologetic look towards Ansel. He was rather stubborn after all. Unless he found a way to make himself alpha of the pack, the other two will not follow him easily. She also doubt Terrel would lose the Alpha status so soon as well.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would simply nod in response to her gratitude, continuing to walk onwards with the edges of his cloak being tugged at from Manon wrapping herself in it. It was one of the few times she's really showed much gratitude to him, though seeing how the journey had gone on so far, that wasn't much of a surprise.\n\nBeing asked if she could name the next Wolf, Terrel would say:*\"Sure. It's how Ansel and Blur got their names.\"*At this rate, Terrel was sure that every single person he came across was just going to have a name for his wolves, which he supposed made them harder to forget in the end. After all, he still remember the Hyena lady. Nevertheless, his agreement seemed to confirm her suspicions. Perhaps he simply was just buying another wolf.*\"I think I'm going to refrain from bets for now on. Luck doesn't seem to be on my side.\"*He'd say with a chuckle.\n\nIn her concern of Ansel not liking the new wolf, Terrel would say:*\"That's why it's best that they meet first before forcing them in a group together. Not all of them get along, but maybe with free-range traveling and having a chance to get to know them, Ansel will find his place somewhere in the pack.\"*It was at least better than two on one anyways.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"That's no fun, here I was going to bet that I could visit you when you're old. Of course you would also have to make me a delicious dinner and tell all your wonderful stories.\" *She mused, she had a feeling that he could go without a surprise visit from the Semi-immortal girl. Although he was worried about Ansel's placement, she worried about the forth wolf that wasn't quite with them yet.* \n\n\"It sounds like you're hoping the forth wolf will be the outcast, I feel sorry for him or her.\"\n\n *Almost imagining a forth pup beside them. Either walking beside Terrel or herself while the other three took the lead. She probably shouldn't worry about invisible wolves, it would just bring her a frown to her face anyways.* \n\n\"Maybe I should give talking to them again, Having a..\" *She wanted to call herself a person but found herself hesitating on even that.* \"Last time I talked, it was rather surprising for them. Maybe it'll go a little smoother next time. With your permission.\" *She was trying to be nice, it wasn't like she couldn't just start talking to animals like in the past.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"You'd have to find me first.\"*The Elf would tease back to her.*\"I may be a pig, but I'm still elusive and that won't change anytime soon.\"*He seemed to find amusement in the bet, part of him tempted to make it, though knowing better than to challenge anyone with enough will and determination to prove someone wrong. They'd find a way.\n\nThe forest would soon lessen as they gradually made their way back to the open rocky areas, the air picking up without as much protection from the trees. With Manon bringing up her concern about the other wolf, Terrel find himself thinking about why she worried herself so much on it. They didn't even get the wolf yet.*\n\n\"The wolves will be fine.\"*He'd say casually.*\"I'll make sure no one gets left out.\"*At her debating between whether or not she should talk with them again, Terrel would take a moment to think about it. The last time she did that, it ended in an argument between the two, though nowadays Terrel didn't have much of the will to debate on it.*\"Sure, I won't stop you from talking to them.\"*He'd say, referencing to when they had first met. It wasn't really him giving her permission, so much as letting her know that she could do whatever she wanted without having to concern over his care.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"I think I'll have time, I'm already a wanderer. It's not like you're doing yourself any favors buy wearing such a unique mask.\" *She paused before, then started to pretend she was talking to invisible shop keepers.* \"Excuse me ma'am, have you noticed anyone with pink hair, four gorgeous wolves, and a pig mask traveling through recently? Uh huh.. Uh huh.. You don't say? You remember seeing a man like that just up the road. Oh thank you for your time.\" \n\n*She couldn't stop the laugh just from imagining how easily he'd be spotted. She even dared to look at his face, hoping to catch one of his elusive grins which would indicate her joke hit the mark or not. She felt like she left some of her burdens in the woods, joking with the Elf was more fun than worrying about herself.*\n\n\"Hmm, I'll have to think of a kind way to go about this. I wouldn't want to make the situation worse for Ansel. Maybe talk to each of them one on one and ask what they like or maybe dislike about each other. I'm just afraid they'll gossip among each other after I'm done testing the waters. If you could talk to your wolv-\" *She stopped walking entirely as she simply stared at Terrel, realizing how stupid she could be for not thinking about it sooner.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Who knows?\"*He decided to play along.*\"Maybe one day I'll stroll through town without my mask and wolves. By that point, I'm sure I'll already have gray hair anyways.\"*The Elf seemed to egg her on a bit, her laughter seemingly filling the air as he would continue walking.\n\nUp ahead, the small light illuminating from the town came into view, marking them growing closer to its outskirts and, with a tired sigh, Terrel would continue making progress towards it. A good's nights' rest never sounded better.\n\nHe'd find himself coming to a sudden stop as his cloak would tug at him with Manon stopping. The Elf would turn around, not quite catching what she last said, but finding her staring directly at him.*\"You coming?\"*He'd ask her.*\"Don't tell me you still have energy after all that walking around.\"*The Elf would joke.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*With a grin she began walking towards him again, even moving past him as she lead the way back to the Tavern. She couldn't wait for the morning to come. All the times he looked at her like she was crazy would end tomorrow.*\n\n\"I have plenty of energy but for the first time in a long time, I'm excited for what the sunrise will bring.\" \n\n*She had enough excitement that she didn't feel nearly as cold as she slipped past the gate entrance, nearly bumping into to watchmen before pirouetting out of his way last second. She placed her hands behind her back, her left hand grasping onto her right wrist as she skipped the rest of the way back to the Tavern. She pushed the heavy wooden door open and vanished from view just for her head to reemerge past the door frame.* \n\n\"At the rate you're walking, I would almost guess your hair is gray. Maybe we could share beauty secrets. You tell me what hair dye you use and I'll tell you the cure of immortality.\" *In hindsight she probably shouldn't be shouting things like that in public. As far as she knew there were only two ways to obtain something like immortality. Vampirism or the mastery of Necromancy. Thankfully she didn't look like a lich but the Vampirism wasn't hard to miss.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Part of Terrel wondered what had got my en her so peachy all of a sudden. The other part of him wasn't sure if he wanted to know. With her moving on ahead, Terrel would continue to walk at his own pace until they had finally reached the Tavern. With Manon already heading inside, he'd lightly catch the door to follow, only for the High Elf to taunt him about his hair.*\n\n\"Very funny.\"*He'd say.*\"Sorry to disappoint, but this Pig's all natural.\"*Well there's that answer to a question no one probably had. It was a wonder of what genetics allowed that, but the Elf would merely grin before walking inside. Stating that she'd tell him the cure for immortality, he'd say:*\"I'm sure I'll find way to achieve immortality some other way. Whether or not you like it, I'm afraid I'm just too stubborn die.\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"Good, that means you'll give me plenty of time to heal any wounds that might be deemed fatal.\" *She teased back. As Manon turned she expected to see a full Tavern and it was empty. Not only was it empty, she had been almost yelling in her excitement. She gave Terrel a look that acknowledged her mistake, she even went forward and pressed a index finger against her own lips. She'd play it off as if he was being the loud one as well.* \n\n*She climbed the stairs first before resting a hand onto her door-handle, opening it just a crack to see her bed waiting for her. Before entering she looked back at the Pig who was climbing up the stairs, three adorable wolves all climbing at their own paces in front of him* \n\n\"Good night Blur, Ansel, Floof.\" *Her attention fixed on Terrel's mask, a rather warm look upon her face and a small smile.* \"And you too, Terrel. I hope you sleep well.\" *Without waiting for a reply, she walked into her room and gently shut the door behind her.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would give a roll of his eyes in amusement at Manon trying to get him to be any quieter than he already was. He'd head up the stairs to follow her to the rooms, watching her make it to her own and smile at him before suddenly heading inside for the night.\n\nHe'd smile back, though by now Manon had already went back into the room.*\"Night...\"*Terrel would respond before heading into his own room. His wolves would follow him inside as the door would shut behind them and, heading to his bed, the Elf would fall back onto it and let out a relaxed sigh.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would stand at the edge of their camp, watching the faint light of the sky begin to illuminate in the rise of an early morning sun. Time seemed to shift a bit with the gradual change from winter to spring, something most farmers come to notice as the sun rises earlier and later in the day. His gloved fingers, grazed at the bark of the tree while he stood in waiting. Floof sat at his feet, the other two wolves joining him with a much sleepier look in their eye.\n\nThey've been traveling for days at this point and by now it seemed like Salvania wasn't so far away. That only meant it was now or never to make sure the wolves were capable of listening. Not only to him, however, but others seeing as he'll be leaving them for their journey soon enough.\n\nHe'd turn away from the landscape, slowly walking back further into their makeshift camp as he'd look over his resting companions. Turning to the Vampiress, he'd head over to where she was before staring down at her and giving her a light tap of his shoe.*\"Time to wake up Manon.\"*He'd say in a low tone, his wolves following after him as they sat down beside her with their tongues hanging out in a light pant.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Just like all the other mornings, simple nudges or pokes would yield no results to the sleeping Vampire. She didn't so much as stir in her sleep as the toe of a boot pressed into her. So far she wasn't having a nightmare for a change, though she wasn't really having a dream either. Just an unopposed slumber for the first time in a long while. It was comforting to be around people who more or less accepted her. Nice to be able to trust another with her life while she slept in the company of others. The first few nights were concerning, anxiety slowly creeping in the back of her mind, half expecting Terrel or Okami to stand above her bed with a sword.* \n\n*Manon had even dug a small hole beside her head where the handle of the umbrella now rested. The umbrella was open above her body, a makeshift attempt to block out the morning sun if she were allowed to sleep that long. Just like all the other nights, she slept in the most awkward looking positions. Her right leg was fully extended while the left was almost tucked underneath herself. Her left arm was folded neatly across her stomach while the right was fully extended above her head. It seemed like she hadn't moved that arm in a while seeing as it was covered in dew.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*A quiet snort would escape him. Whether it was out of disproval or mock amusement that was still up for debate. The wolves would mill around the Vampiress, tentatively sniffing at her before looking back up at Terrel.*\"What are you guys thinking?\"*He'd ask them jokingly.*\"A trip to the creek sound like a nice place?\"*The wolves tails would slowly wag, being enough of a confirmation for whatever mischievous plan he had in mind.\n\nHe'd knelt down, causing the wolves to back up a bit as he'd move is hand beneath her back, lifting her up just enough so that his arm could prop her up. Using his opposite arm, he'd bring it up under her legs before carefully lifting her up and standing back to his full height.*\"Heavy sleeper.\"*He'd say as he'd gaze at her.*\"Definitely won't back fire one day.\"*He'd shift her to one arm, alternating from the typical princess carry and instead substituting it with simply carrying her over his shoulder, his right arm securely holding on her legs so that she didn't fall off as he walked. The trio of wolves would follow slowly behind with Floof taking the lead of them as the group headed out of camp.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Manon survived being picked up and probably would've remained asleep if he had just held her within his arms. Something about being tossed over his shoulder and having her head upside down was enough to pull her from her slumber. When she woke up she saw the ground moving in front of her, or maybe it was above her. Her mind stuck in a semi-consciousness state for at least 30 seconds. After which she proceeded to panic, attempting to squirm from his grasp. Her palm pressed against her captor's back before unleashing a radiant bolt at point blank against his back.* \n\n\"Unhand me! Okami!, Terrel!\" *She began shouting as she sent another blast into his back.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would clench his teeth, arm tightening its hold around her legs so as not to suddenly drop her upon getting shot in the back by a spell he was all too accustomed of getting hit by at this point. It scorched his back, seemingly through his armor. A second hit, causing him to let out a half annoyed groan.*\"Manon. It's me. Calm down.\"*He'd say, coming to an eventual stop. The Elf wasn't going to keep walking with Manon constantly firing at him from behind. At the very least he had grown more resilient in facing it attacks over the year.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Manon ceased her attacks against Terrel's back upon hearing his words. Though he could feel her entire body trembling against his hold, clearly terrified from what she thought was happening. She took a deep breath through her nose, the breath was trembling and so was the exhale she gave a moment later. She was convinced that he could probably feel her beating heart through his armor as well.*\n\n\"Why couldn't you just wake me up normally, why did you have to pull a cruel prank like this?\" \n\n*She said after she regained some composure. She wasn't even sure if she should ask to be released or not after sending radiant magic into his back.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Tried at first. Then I stopped trying.\"*He'd say in response to her, allowing her a moment to relax a bit before carefully pulling her back down to how he had originally carried her so that he wouldn't have to be talking behind him the whole time. He'd look at her, giving a slight tilt of his head in her suggestion of it being a prank.*\"Trust me, if it was a prank, I think it would be a little bit worse than just being carried in your sleep.\"\n\n*He'd resume walking, deciding to continue carrying her until she was fully awake.*\"Was just planning on heading down to the creek to work with the wolves and, since you didn't want to wake up, I figured I'd might as well carry you there and you wake up on the way. Preferably not shooting at me, but you live you learn.\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She pressed her temple against Terrel's arm, pressing a hand against her chest to feel her beating heart. If it wasn't for the panic attack she just had, she could've probably slept just like this against his arm. Though she wondered why Terrel didn't just drop her, or at the very least make her walk on her own. For him to continue to carry her was unexpected out of the options presented to her.* \n\n\"I'm sorry for attacking you, I got scared.\" *She apologized, feeling bad about her actions even though they were out of self-defense.* \n\n\"I didn't know you wanted to train your pups today, I would've tried to.. Uh.\" *She wanted to say wake up on time, but clearly that wasn't a promise she knew how to keep. She wasn't very sure what she would've done to avoid this situation so she just left the conversation unfinished. She couldn't help but feel like any connection they had made since their midnight walk into the forest went out the window because of her.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Not the first and most definitely won't be the last.\"*He'd say to wave off her apology for attacking him.*\"Though I guess I'm going to have to deal with this back pain for a while. Reminds me of whenever I had to battle these other Elves. Always reminded of what getting a face full of magic feels like, just in case I've ever forgotten.\"*The Elf would chuckle a bit at the thought. Funny, even deciding to stay away from magic it always came back to bite him in the butt or back in this case he supposed.\n\nHis wolves would run past him, growing excited in soon figuring out where they were heading. He'd keep his gaze on them, listening to Manon as she spoke about doing something different had she known they were training today. Her sentence went cut off, causing him to decidedly point it out.*\"You stay awake at night and by the morning you're practically dead. If you haven't been able to change that by now, I doubt a few wolves will be enough to get you up any earlier.\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"If you'll allow me, I'd like to heal the damage I caused.\" \n\n*She knew she could give temporary relief to muscle pains at the very least. It was often mistaken that healers could solve any and all pains, but it simply didn't work that way. Mending the skin was the easiest type of damage a healer could fix. It was like magically taping two pieces of flesh together. Aches and pains were a little more difficult, that was more inflammation which could mean any number of things. Things like old age join pains could not be cured but relieved, same for muscle fatigue. She was fairly confident she could massage where she bolted while applying some healing with her hands to remove the pain.* \n\n\"Do you ever wonder what kind of mage you would've been?\" \n\n*Her voice was a lot calmer now that she was relaxing in his arms. She could never tell him as much. She could hear the jokes he would make if she admitted that she like being held by him to any extent. She turned her head to watch the pups surge forward, It was only a matter of time before they entered the city and the opportunity to run around would come less frequently.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Heal the damage? Oh right, she was a healer after all. He supposed after some time of it not being brought up, her capabilities had slipped his own mind.*\"Sure, go ahead.\"*He'd say to her, shifting one arm so that her legs could reach the ground again, using his other to support her at the shoulder until she would eventually walk on her own. He'd come to an eventual stop to allow her to heal him while they were stagnant rather than on the move. He didn't have much experience in it anyways to know if she could heal while walking, so he figured he'd keep where he was while making sure the wolves didn't wander too far.\n\nBeing asked if he ever wondered what kind of mage he would have been, the Elf would remain silent. It was almost as if he were thinking about it while he stared off into space before eventually looking back at her.*\"No.\"*He'd say in a low tone.*\"Magic and I don't typically mix well together.\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"We should probably wait until we get to the creek, healing through armor is less effective than— A more direct approach?\" \n\n*It wouldn't be any different than the time she healed Okami. For that she had him expose the wound for her to heal. Traditionally when it came to healing tissue or muscle damages it required rubbing of the injured location. Tonics were commonly used for such injuries as well for those who did not possess faith magic, those were almost as effective but also costly.* \n\n*Her hand gently pressed against his back as she guided him towards the direction he faced. She even went as far to position herself right at his side in case she stunned a nerve in his back and he needed help walking. He didn't look the type to ask for help but who knows.* \n\n\"Do you have any stories? When I was younger and practicing my nature magic, I accidentally animated one of those plants that eats bugs. Except it tried to eat me instead. It didn't have teeth, which I learned after it closed around my hand but I cried nonetheless.\" \n\n*Manon shared the same expression that Terrel just wore, staring off into space as the memory flooded back. A small smile was upon her lips as she remembered how insignificant her issues were back then. Crying over a plant, how much life had changed since then.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would gaze over at her for a while as if deciphering the request before eventually turning to face ahead once more.*\"Alright.\"*He'd say as he'd continue walking forward, albeit with Manon trying to help him to move as if two shots from her would make him any less capable to. He'd consider shrugging her off, though with the armor he wore, the Elf couldn't even feel her hand pressing against him. The tenderness of the area already had blocked out much other feeling anyways.\n\nThe Elf continued walking on in silence, the small creek coming into view distantly. He'd listen to her tell the story about the plant closing on her hand, not showing much emotion towards it as he'd simply allow her to speak.\n\nHowever, being asked if he had any stories, Terrel would find himself unconsciously raising his free arm to scratch at his head in thought. No one had really asked him if he had any stories, assumably one from his childhood with Manon's example. Sure he had stories, most of which unimportant though.*\n\n\"I uh...\"*He'd pause, almost unsure of what story he could really tell. Lowering his arm back down, a small moment came into mind.*\"Well there was time I had fallen asleep when my sisters had their friends over.\"*He'd begin.*\"Woke up to having my hair braided with a bunch of flowers stuck in it.\"*The Elf would chuckle a bit.*\"Took ages to get it all out and ended up chasing them all over the house after that. Guess that's one way to learn not to let your guard down.\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She let out a laugh at his story. She pictured a child Terrel, wearing a pig mask since she didn't know what he looked like underneath. Sleeping peacefully as a group of giggling girls played with his hair. Imagining him upset enough to chase them around the house was the most difficult part of the story. The only times she saw him anywhere flustered or agitated was when she was around. She'd like to think that the flowers were purple, it would've complimented his hair in her opinion but the truth is, she didn't know.* \n\n*When the approached the creek she removed her hand from Terrel's back and instead held onto his arm instead. Manon had her eyes set on a rather nice spot underneath a tree that overlooked the creek, the rest was more in the sunlight which she didn't care for. Upon arriving she kneeled down into the grass, a hand patting the ground in front of her. She held both her hands as they began to glow deep Lavender colour.* \n\n\"I don't sense anybody or anything nearby.\" *She said preemptively, almost assuming Terrel would hesitate to take his armor off on the off chance there was danger lurking at any corner.* \"Healing usually requires contact of a kind, it can not be done through armor.\" *She noted, unsure if he knew that or not.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Yeah yeah, laugh like the rest of them.\"*He'd say in mock sarcasm. The Elf was sure he had that coming the moment he decided to not sleep with one eye open. His grin remained only fading away as they drew closer to the creek. The wolves where already there lapping up at the water and, in feeling a tug at his arm to move towards a nearby tree, he'd simply comply.\n\nAs Manon would go down onto her knees, stating that healing needed contact, he'd give a quiet sigh:*\"Of course it's healing that needs contact, but getting blasted seems to go through armor just fine.\"*He mostly muttered it to himself. Man did he hate magic at times. They seem to create their own rules just to inconvenience him. The Elf would eventually join her on the ground, seemingly not too bothered in the vulnerability of removing his armor. He had survived just fine without it for a while, yet it had been so long since he had removed it publicly. \n\nThe Elf would bring his chest plate off from over his head, the pure white fabrics of his shirt being revealed upon him setting it upon the ground. It felt like a decent weight off him now, though without it, the air seemed much more drafty around them. Terrel would turn himself around, moving his hair out of the way so that it could rest on his shoulder instead.*\"Shouldn't take too long, hm?\"*He'd ask her, moving a gloved hand to the edge of his shirt and pulling it up just enough to reveal his back side. A reddened spot had formed near center of it where she had struck at him, the wound seeming to darken from its initially light appearance with the armor having constantly pressed against it. The wind had hit the spot with it being revealed, causing the Elf to close his eyes and turn away from her. Leaving the gash under the armor was starting to sound better to him the longer he allowed it to sit out.*" }, { "author": "emberflare", "message": "\\ \"I'm sorry it's just funny to hear. It's hard to believe as well.\" \n\n*She placed her hands gently against Terrel's back as she began massaging. On the off chance that her spell hit his spinal cord, this would be the method required to ensure her spell didn't fry any nerves as it traveled along. First she started near his shoulders as her palm and fingertips pressed into his flesh. Her hands should be much warmer than the temperature around them, any pain in the places she kneaded would subside rather quickly. Slowly she would move towards the middle of his back, working the discoloured spot of where her magic had landed.* \n\n\"When I was younger.\" \n\n*She began, figuring that talking would ease the tensions a little on what she was doing. She kept her eyes focused on the wound though as it slowly healed as she funneled her magic into his body.* \n\n\"I was teased before I found out I had faith magic. For my school, it was special for someone to have it. An honor to be gifted a spell that could cure instead of harm. After that, whenever someone got hurt they rushed to me and it made me feel good to help. Even the ones who picked on me wanted to be my friend. At first I didn't want to heal them, don't get me wrong. I got scolded plenty from my parents when I did refuse. They told me. 'There are two types of evils in the world. Those who spread evil, and the ones who see evil and does nothing to stop it.' I guess I took those words to heart before.. Y'know.\" \n\n*She lingered around the center of his back for the majority of the conversation, healing magic in abundance could never harm a person. There was no such thing as too much healing. Eventually she pressed her palms against his lower back. It was for the same reason as his upper back, in case any nerves got fried though she didn't mind doing this for him anyways. It felt nice to be needed for something, even if it was her fault to begin with.* \n\n\"This horrible healer is nearly finished.\" *She said in a joking manner, somewhat getting used to Terrel's sense of humor after spending so much time around him*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd lean away from her a bit at her touch, unused to the feeling after all this time of wearing armor to prevent him from really feeling anything. Eventually the Elf would fall still again, her hands running from his exposed shoulders to his back as his tension would begin to subside in the pain fading away. Her voice seemed faint to him for a while as his eyes casted downwards to look at his revealed abdomen, his skin seemingly more pale with the lack of much exposure to the sun. Still smooth as any Elf's save for the formation of muscle from his physical labor. A necklace would dangle down from his neck where it had once sat invisible within his clothing. Perhaps a necklace was a strong word, simply a loose string ending with a pig totem dangling from it that he was once given. He toyed with it in free hand, distracting himself for a while until he realized Manon was telling a story about her past and, in hearing it, he'd glance back towards her.\n\nFunny how easily magic can make lives easier for some, yet it only seemed to make his harder. Perhaps it was because he was always fighting against it. Though if that was the case, it only seemed to build his defiance. He could never say he had the best relationships when it came to healers, even now at times. Ironic how he always ended up coming across one at some point to tag along.\n\nAs she'd move her hand down to his lower back, the Elf would straighten up and reach both his hands back to wrap them around her wrists. It seemed she was in a joking mood now despite her earlier reaction to his humor.*\"Now if only this horrible healer can a heal a wound that wasn't self inflicted.\"*He'd joke back before eventually moving her palms away from his back and letting go of her. The pain had already subsided by now which was good enough for the resilient Elf.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"Maybe Okami will be the one to injure you.\" \n\n*She mused in response to his joke. She was nearly finished but she didn't continue. The purple light faded from her hands as she stood onto her feet. She didn't move from behind him though she did offer a hand as if she could aid him back onto his feet.* \n\n\"If he does, I promise to annoy him for an entire day. Maybe give all his meat away to the homeless so he has to eat plants like you and I.\" \n\n*Her attention drifted towards the wolves, she did care about the trio even if she didn't make much attempts to talk to them. Fundamentally they were worlds apart, they weren't really meant to converse day in and out. She found herself eavesdropping on their conversations during the times nobody spoke though. Curious as to what the wolves found so important, often about hunting.* \n\n\"How does your back feel?\" *It was a curtsey question, clearly he was feeling well enough to prevent her from continuing but that was alright.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel snorted in suppressed laughter at the thought, soon pulling his shirt back down and reaching over to grab his chest plate. Part of him doubted Okami of all people would attack him. Then again, he was pretty unpredictable at times, but if all that was hurting them was the group themselves, then that was just sad at this point. Though he must admit, imagining the Vampire trying to annoy Okami throughout the day was a hilarious thought.\n\nShoving his armor back on, the Elf would stand up, deciding to not take her hand as he was fine with getting up on his own.*\"As well as it can feel for an aging Elf like me.\"*Terrel would answer, playing off Manon's original comment about visiting him when he was old.\n\nHe'd smirk at her, this being as close as he was going to come to a thank you for it. Turning away, Terrel would begin heading off towards the trio of wolves as they wrestled with one another in the grass. Eventually he'd glance back at her, asking:*\"So, ready to train some wolves?\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Her hand lowered at the silent refusal for help, it was to be expected almost. The Elf was known to be rather stubborn so she allowed him to do things his way.* \n\n\"I am ready to offer my assistance. It's not everyday a young beautiful healer can help the elderly.\" \n\n*She rubbed her hands together before pressing her palm against his forehead, once again granting him the ability to speak to animals much like when they were at the stables. Last time things didn't go too well but at least this time he would be allowed to communicate his commands the way he chooses.* \n\n\"You should be able to speak to these adorable pups. If there's something more you'd like from me you can just ask but I was planning on letting you do what you need to do. I'll keep reapplying the spell for however long is necessary.\" \n\n*She didn't move right away, for all she knew Terrel would need her for something else. If not she would probably rest up against a tree until needed or the job was finished.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would raise an eyebrow at her sudden change in demeanor. It was a large difference from when they first met anyways. He'd dip his head slightly as she raised a palm to his forehead to give him the ability to speak to them.\n\nIn seeing her more willing to take a step back from it, the Elf would look between her and the wolves before eventually saying:*\"Just give me a few minutes with them.\"*There were times when it was still hard to believe that it was possible to understand them. Even now as what was once barks soon shifted into quiet gossip amongst themselves.\n\nHe wouldn't say anything more to her, simply turning away and walking further along the creek. The wolves would turn their heads towards him, slowly following after the Elf as he distanced himself more out of earshot of Manon. At least from there, she could still see him despite their voices not carrying. What he was saying to them was hard to tell from this far away, but it would appear that he had sat down while the wolves would curiously circle him with newfound interest.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She simply dipped her head in acknowledgement before turning to leave. She spotted the tree with the most overhang before seating at the trunk. For a while she watched the silent discussion between pups and owner, smiling as he seemed to be enjoying himself now that he can communicate fully. Something he called her crazy for when they had just first met. Now it seemed like he was just as likely to lose himself in conversation as she was. Eventually though she crawled onto her side, clearly not phased at being dirty after 6 years of hiding in the woods, through winter or summer. After a few minutes of just lying there she found her peace and drifted off once more, this sleep wouldn't be anywhere as deep as the last one. This was more to just rest her eyes.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Several minutes had passed before any sign of a return came. The faint sounds of pawsteps could be heard nearing her as the trio of wolves would make their way back over to her. They had seemed to have grown so large by now in the several days that had passed. Perhaps it had been weeks by now looking back at it. Floof would sniff at her, eventually giving her a playful lick on the face to get her attention while the sibling duo would prod at her with their snouts. The Elf would make his way over to them soon after as he stood over to her, a childish grin on his face.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She flinched from the sudden lick across her face. Her eyes slowly opening as the adorable Floof was standing in front of her. Slowly she sat up, her back pressing firmly against the tree. She scratched underneath Floof's jaw while calling him a cutie in beast tongue. Once Terrel walked over she stood up and faced him, half expecting some type of directions on what she was supposed to do. She wasn't sure if she should be concerned about the grin or if it was simply because he loved speaking to animals as much as she did.* \n\n\"Sometimes I think you like talking to Floof more than I did.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Funny of you to say that. I think Floof makes a good conversationalist.\"*He'd say as he'd lower his hand to pat the wolf only to find said hand to be taken over by the sibling duo as they'd nuzzle at it.*\"I think the three of us have come to an understanding... Well after five promises to take them hunting later... And fight training and... Well we came to an understanding eventually.\"*The Elf would let out an exasperated sigh at the thought. The year of them going without speaking must have made their list of demands longer as time went on.*\"I think they should practice listening to someone else. I won't be there with them after we leave them at a friends place and I'd rather make sure they know I'm not the only one they should listen to.\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"Are you implying that you didn't know these things before?\" *It was pretty obvious where she was going to go with this. From their first interaction Terrel said he had a good understanding of what Floof required. She had taken the standpoint that without actually conversing it would just be assumptions and speculations. She didn't finish her point though as she kneeled down once more to pet Floof on top of his head.*\n\n\"He's a very considerate one.\" *She paused for a few moments, trying to understand what he was implying.* \n\n\"I'm not entirely sure what you mean, you want me to... Give orders?\" *For some reason the thought of this request was strange to her. A week ago, if someone said Terrel was going to ask her for help training his wolves again. She would've laughed and saw it as a joke.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"In my defense. I couldn't speak wolf.\"*He'd say with a chuckle. It was strange how different things had become between him thinking Manon crazy for having a full out conversation with Floof to now doing the exact same himself. Maybe he was just as crazy now coming to think of it.\n\nIn her confusion in his request for her to command his pups, he would merely give a nod to confirm her question.*\"Preferably without the whole magic animal talking thing. I doubt they'd be able to do the same to communicate with them.\"*He'd say.*\"Plus it would be a complicated thing to explain.\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Manon nodded before standing in front of the pup. She gave a dramatic clearing of her throat before opening her mouth. No words came out as she soon realized she hasn't spoken to animals using common tongue for so long. She spoke as if the animals were of a foreign language.* \"Can. You. Sit?\" *She announced every syllable to the wolves. She had a feeling she sounded ridiculous.* \n\n\"Sorry, Terrel. Kinda like moving branches, speaking in beast tongue is natural as well. This is surprisingly hard for me.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The wolves would stare up at her, keeping where they were as they tried to process what she was saying to them. Terrel would give a light shake of his head, his once childish grin fading to a more lopsided one in his realization that she really didn't know how to switch between the two ways of speaking.*\"They only need one word and that's the command.\"*He'd say, kneeling down to be able to pat at the wolves while he waited for Manon to give it another try.*\"Don't ask them. Simply tell them and they'll figure it out.\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She nodded her head to Terrel before looking down at the three wolves. Taking a deep breath in before issuing a command to the three.* \n\n\"Sit.\" *She said firmly before added a softer, kinder.* \"Please.\" \n*She turned her head back to Terrel, looking for some type of approval in his actions. She kneeled down so she could pet each wolf on the top of their heads. First starting with Floof as he was the one she was most comfortable with. Giving his face plenty of love before moving onto Ansel. For him she was a lot softer when it came to petting. Finally she turned to Blur, first she extended her hand so she could sniff. She knew that this one was the most wary of the vampire and she respected that maybe she just wouldn't want to be touched.* \n\"Did you bring any treats for them?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Floof would happily lower his rear to the ground, seemingly catching on more easily than the other two. Ansel and Blur would continue watching her as she came down to their level, Ansel closing his eyes against the patting while Blur would simply lower her head as the Vampire drew her hand near and gave a light sniff at it. Terrel would nod at her question of him bringing any treats, reaching to his cloak to give her the pouch of Jerky.*\"Only give it to Floof for listening.\"*He'd say.*\"The same goes for the attention giving too.\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"Whaaaaat? But they get so sad if only one of them gets attention though.\" *She puffed her cheeks out before standing tall once more, her gaze downcast onto the pups. Without a word she turned around and began walking away. She figured speaking in common tongue would be simpler if she wasn't looking at the wolves when she spoke. As she took around 20 steps away she yelled*\n\n\"Come!\" *She was surprised on how authoritative she sounded when issuing the command in common tongue. She listened for the sound of paws surging forward but her magic would tell her the info she needed before her ears did. Hopefully they kept their promises to Terrel.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Can't teach them anything if you reward them for doing nothing.\"*He'd say before watching her walk off. His wolves would stare after her as well, more so out of curiosity only for their ears to raise up as she yelled the command to them.\n\nFloof would eagerly bound forward, knowing the training well enough on his own to be able to get what she wanted him to do. Blur would follow behind him, deciding it was best to follow the older wolf with his better knowledge. Ansel would merely follow behind, moving at a much slower pace than the two others as he'd eventually join them. The three would stare up at her, tails wagging slowly expectation.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She turned around and kneeled once more at the three pups who managed to follow her command. Petting each one at a time as she looked up at Terrel. She wasn't sure if this was adequate enough training. Maybe he wanted her to continue but there was something she couldn't shake her mind about. These three knew that Terrel and Manon could speak animal. Granted they probably didn't know Terrel's was temporary, and Manon's was not.* \n\n\"Do you think they're only listening because we're here. Like, specifically us? They know we can understand them now, but whoever you leave them with won't.\" \n\n*Maybe she was giving these three too much credit on their intelligence, she knew how cunning animals can be after years of communicating.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel took a moment to think about it. Maybe they were, though by now he could only hope they knew enough of the commands to be able to listen when someone else gives them. At least someone trustable enough if Kibaru really believed that this person could handle three wolves.*\"Not sure.\"*He'd say, holding a hand out to which would cause Floof to glance over and happily pace back over to the Elf.*\n\n\"We'll just have to hope for the best with them.\"*He'd say, giving the wolf a pat on the head.*\"At least I know Floof will keep an eye on them if anything happens. Isn't that right Floof?\"*He'd ask him. The Elf would hold his hand out to which the wolf would place his paw on to allow Terrel to shake it. \n\nThe Elf's face lit up at this, soon alternating hands as Floof would shake either one with his paw. A chuckle left him as he'd scratch the wolf behind his ear.*\"I'll miss em while we're gone.\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Manon walked over to Terrel before placing her hand against the top of his head as she recasted beast speak onto him. It was unfortunate that she couldn't give it to him forever, she only saw him smile when he was around these three anyways. At least for as long as they tolerated her company, she could reapply the spell for him.* \n\n\"I hope they'll keep their end. I enjoy seeing them happy. I guess I enjoy seeing you happy as well, though that's far more uncommon.\" \n\n*It probably sounded as if she was teasing him but that wasn't the case this time. For now it seemed best to just enjoy this time with her companion or friend. She still wasn't sure on which they were, it depended on the day.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He snorted at her comment, figuring himself able to show happiness more often without the mask covering most emotion. Though with the Vampiress around, he supposed he did tend to act more serious especially with her shifting moods and the tasks he had to typically get done even when she was around.*\n\n\"If I was happy everywhere I went, you should be concerned.\"*The Elf would joke back soon looking up at her as she'd reapply the spell again. It was always temporary for him and yet, in the few minutes he had, it felt like the first time he could truly get to meet his own pets.*\"I think we've come to an understanding.\"*He'd say in a reassurance as he'd stand up in time for the other two pups to make their way over.*\"That's enough training for today.\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"Maybe at the start, It's nice to see you smile sometimes. I didn't think it was possible giving... Me, I suppose.\" *She didn't linger around to see what sort of expression he would make. Instead she began walking towards where she thought the camp was. In her defense she had no idea which way they originally left, all she knew was they were on 'this side' of the creek.* \n\n\"Sorrel.\" *She blurted out suddenly. She found their footprints from earlier and she wanted along the start of the tree line.* \"For your forth pup, I think Sorrel is a lovely name.\" *She clarified to Terrel, She had a close friend named Sorrel. They were friends since before Manon found her faith magic. The only one who was there from the start.* \"I think it could work for both genders.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Part of him found the statement confusing. It was never so much the person he smiled to over the situation. He could smile to a person he hated in the heat of trying to kill them, though it wouldn't be necessarily a good thing. With Manon suddenly turning and heading off, Terrel would follow after her as they began heading back to the camp. His pups would bound after him, soon coming to walk at his side once they were finally able to catch up.\n\nHe'd shift his gaze down to her as she suddenly blurted out the name, a look of confusion passing over him.*\"Sorrel?\"*Only once she explained it being the new wolf's name would he think back to when he said she could choose the name of the new wolf pup. He supposed he could admire that she had been thinking about it since then and, in doing so, the Elf would let out a quiet chuckle.*\"Sorrel it is then.\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"You might need to lead the way, I don't know where I'm going to be honest.\" *She began to follow the footsteps, it was the least she could do at the moment. Maybe it would lead her back to camp or they could possibly just get lost. She figured Terrel would stop her if she went off course though. It probably would've been more detrimental to him than to the vampiress, after all she lived in woods anyways.* \n\n\"If I ever learn how to bless an object with magic, would you like one that allows you to speak to animals? Or should I keep the crazy talk to myself?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would move forward a bit to catch up with her, coming to walk at the Vampiress' pace as he'd continue on the path they were already on.*\"Not too far from here.\"*He'd say, angling his head to the path while continuing on the trail.*\n\n*He'd listen to her asking him if he'd want an object blessed with the ability to speak to animals. She could bless objects? The Elf did suppose some magic had its perks, this one seemingly allowing permanent ability to speak with the animals.*\"I wouldn't mind it.\"*He'd say in a more thoughtful tone as if considering always being able to talk to animals. The Elf wondered if removing the object would turn it off just as easily. It would have at least been a better help for Manon seeing as she wasn't completely sure how to properly speak to animals without magic.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"I'll do my best to find out if such a thing is possible. I'm not entirely sure if I can though.\" *Manon continued to move forward until they finally reached their camp. First she walked over to her things and began to pack them up neatly into a bag. It was very unlikely that they would rest here again. A part of her wondered what meal Okami would make for them today, hopefully he wouldn't try and trick them into eating meat or anything. Maybe she should hide the meat just in case.* \n\n\"I had fun, except for.. Being snatched from my sleep.\" *She said while she dug up her umbrella, dusting the dirt from the handle before holding it against her shoulder.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would come to the edge of the camp, leaning against one of the trees around the area as he watched Manon.*\"If you don't want to get snatched from your sleep, don't sleep so heavily. Your magic attacks would have only done so much if a group came and just carried you off without you knowing. Could have ended waking up somewhere completely random.\"\n\n*With that he'd turn his head away a bit, seemingly going back to his earlier watch of the horizon while the others had been sleeping. His wolves would gradually walk back into the camp, sniffing around as if expecting a new scent to fill the air.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"Or just find another way to not scare me.\" *She walked over to the elf before sitting beside him. She didn't really know what else to do, she lost her basket along the road so picking plants didn't seem all too worth her while anymore. Maybe a few for a snack but nothing worth selling until she obtained a new one once they reach the city.* \n\n\"Suppose we wait for our reckless Okami to wake up from his sleep, don't we?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"No promises.\"*Terrel would respond as she came to sit next to him, soon lowering himself down the ground. His cloak would wrap around his arms rather neatly as he'd gaze out into the horizon. Being asked if they should wait for Okami to get up, he'd say:*I'll give him until noon. After that, might just have to strap him to the horse and drag him along with us.\"*The Elf would look over at Manon, a smirk appearing at the thought before he'd tilt his head back towards the center of camp.*\"We should probably start making breakfast before the camp starts smelling like meat.\"*He'd say.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "*The smell of iron and coal wafted throughout the valley, even this far out from the kingdom itself. Elias' horse whinnied in protest from the acrid scents, but the knight stayed it's bucking and willed it further down the path. Of all the nations in Ramul Ta, the Loran Kingdom had eluded her travels, the few Lora she had come across being either travelling merchants or blacksmiths in the heart of the larger metropoles. Opinions on dwarves varied wildly depending on who you asked, almost every Elf loyal to Silnaria turning their noses up at what they saw as a rump state, in comparison to the empire once crushed by Elven kings. Macen of Salvainia have a tentative respect for their skills in smithing and exploration, though few Salvain care for racial politics. \n\nFor Elias, the chance to explore a new culture, mayhaps pick up on some of their combat techniques, was too interesting to pass up. After a life as an outcast, visiting a nation most shunned might just help her come to terms with a problem or two. Urging her horse along, the knight continued down the craggy passage, the entrance distant yet clear to see.*" }, { "author": "M'ralind Varangr", "message": "*If there was one person who was in tune with the history of Prasian glory, it was the Kejomujian savant that wandered the valleys of her motherland with a branch fashioned into a simple walking stick, her short stature solidifying her race - a native to these valleys, and more specifically the Caverns within them. Her white hair blended in with the snowy backdrop, though her black dress made it so she wasn't completely camouflaged. Unlike most times, M'ra wore something over her dress, a long coat that reached down to her feet, furs lining its insides to keep her warm. Despite the strenuous exercise giving more than a little heat to her body, the cold of the wind still managed to make the novelist shiver in her boots.*" }, { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "*A chill ran down the knight's spine, a familiar feeling that made her grimace once she recognised it. The cold had began to set in, the sky darkening in kind as the clouds swirled malevolently. Her steed snorted, far preferring the familiar cold; a sentiment Elias agreed with. She'd soon bring him to a stop, easing his attempt to rear up from the sudden halt and dismounting near a tree. She sighed, resting a hand upon the hilt of her longsword and surveying the region nearby. A small dispersing of trees, amongst the rolling white hills. Reminded her of home, unfortunately...*" }, { "author": "M'ralind Varangr", "message": "*M'ralind, with her short legs and heavy baggage, found herself travelling far slower than most did. Her only respite was that thanks to her inherited strength from her father, she was able to trudge through the snow and winds without pause for long periods. She did also know the routes through these valleys far better than any normal wanderer would, so it came to her as a surprise when she turned the corner to see a knight scanning the landscape with her horse next to her, the two next to one of the trees that had managed to cling to the sides of the mountain.*\n\n*Immediately, she started to hop along to reach the stranger, waving a hand in the air and pulling the hood off from her head to show her face more clearly. She didn't want to get slain for being mistaken for a yeti or something.* \"Hello! Are you quite alright there? Do you know the way?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "\"If you can offer any, I would be in your debt. Are you a local, madam?\"\n*She asked, a pleasant lilt underlying her tone, reciprocating with a gentle smile as she fully lowered her guard. A short whistle and a click of her tongue would summon her horse closer, taking him by the reigns and leading him along.*" }, { "author": "M'ralind Varangr", "message": "\"Local? I guess you could say that.\" *The dwarf put a hand to her chin as she thought of how to explain without taking an entire day to do so.* \"I'm a traveller, though I did grow up in these mountains. I know my way around here.\" *She turned, swivelling on her black boots and stretching her arms out.* \"I came prepared with this thick coat, but to be honest it's making me kinda uncomfortable. Kejomuj knows I'll freeze if I take it off.\"" }, { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "*A moment's thought on the weather slowed her gait, breathing the icy air in deep, feeling it chill her lungs as she breathed out slowly. Her smile widened, nostalgia bristling at her vividly. The knight gave a low, pleasant chuckle and nodded, patting the saddle of her horse as she replied*\n\"You're welcome to take a rest while we walk, this fellow has had enough rest already.\"\n*The mention of Kejomuj, the blacksmith god, piqued her interest quickly. Being surrounded by Irtutian nobles, desperately clinging to their Silnarian roots despite the capital's neglect of their holdings would make any person tired of their rituals. While Elias respected the pantheon, her adventures had connected her with far too many other faiths to dedicate herself to the religion of her exilers.*\n\"One of the cloth, hm? Or is it custom to take His name around these parts?\"" }, { "author": "M'ralind Varangr", "message": "\"Custom around these parts..? This is Prasia, miss. Homeland of the dwarves.\" \n*Beyond being the blacksmith god, Kejomuj was the lord of the dwarves, the benevolent benefactor of their people who blessed them with the Caverns. Even if M'ra had not been born to her father, as devout a believer as he was, she would still have been a savant no matter what dwarven family she came from.*\n\"It ain't custom where I'm goin' for sure, but I'll never miss givin' him the respects necessary.\" \n*Her eyes shut as she walked closer to the horse.* \"I won't miss ya offer on that, I can admit I'm a little slower compared to most trekkers.\"" }, { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "*Her eyes would flicker as she apologised softly, holding a hand to her breast and kneeling down for the moment - her armour clinking softly as it settled around her curves.*\n\"Forgive my ignorance, this will have been my first time, despite the familiar weather...\"\n*Her voice softened as she drew closer, unsheathing her hand from her gauntlet and pressing the back of it to her face - her fingers like silk as they shivered in the cold.*\n\"As I thought, you're paler than I... Are you unwell, young lady?\"\n*From apologetic to concerned, her tone shifted sharply in this revelation, wondering if that talk about her jacket was from a fever.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "Manon woke up feeling better than she had before in her life. She was thoroughly convinced it was from the Okami's blood that made her feel so rejuvenated. Normally she woke up during the middle of the night, something she couldn't control as her body was just active during that time. Sitting up in her bed while raising her arms in a stretch. She made her way to the window shortly after and peeked outside, she must have overslept after what happened in that alleyway because sunlight hit her face from the morning sun. Staggering back before falling on her butt as she became temporary blinded from the UV light. \"Ouch..\" Thankfully she washed her clothes last night as well so they didn't look nearly as dirty from being in the forest. Grabbing her gray long sleeved shirt followed by her black skirt that reached down to her ankles. Taking a few minutes to examine herself in the mirror before heading down to the first floor of the inn. She had to squint her eyes to see if Okami or Terrel were awake." }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would still be asleep as being drained of so much blood though his journey to Prasia was quite the labour to get through for his body. But with the sun touching his skin, he would eventually wake up* \"Ahh man. My head hurts a little. Well. Guess I need to go get something to eat\" *He say as he just stared at the door for a while. Not moving an inch as he sat there with his mind drifting* \"I need a hair cut pretty soon\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Manon was waiting down in the lobby, and like a true vampire she found the darkest corner she could find to relax in. Her eyes where shut as well with her head tilted back as she faced the ceiling. To anyone else it might've looked like she was asleep in a chair. The sun was way to bright for her this morning. She noticed her sensitivity to the sun shortly after turning. Everything just seemed blinding when it was bright outside, much like today. It was half the reason why she wandered the forests during the day, the trees helped block out the UV rays. Maybe having blood from a person reawakened supressed vampire traits.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*After a while Kibaru would finally get up with a yawn and stretch going down to the tavern. Soon he would look for any of his companions and see Manon. He would then walk to the tavern keep, order some food then head to Manon* \"Hey there. Sleep well?\" *He asked with a yawn as he rubbed his eyes*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She was not expecting to be approached. Her head snapped down and her eyelids opened as two cat like pupils stared up at Okami. She looked rather upset until she recognized who was standing in front of her. Slowly her face lightened up as she relaxed in her chair once more.* \"For a moment, I didn't know who you were. I slept amazingly until I got a face full of sun. How are you feeling?\" *Her eyes drifted down to his arm which still had puncture wounds that scabbed over.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*He would sit down with his head on the table* \"Do you say that to all guys you bite?\" *He asked sighing a bit* \"Feeling tired... You really made me tired yesterday missy\" *He said before looking at her. His mask was still on, but slightly tilted to the side with him laying on the table. Enough for him to peek through and look at her*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Her cheeks grew rather red at his comment.* \"I haven't bitten anyone else before, thank you. Can you explain how you felt during and after though? I don't actually know what damage I've caused from biting you.\" *The most she could see was his eyes so that was the part of him she looked at the most. Her memory of last night was rather hazy, In fact she remembered sliding off his back at the Inn but not how she arrived there. Obviously she was carried but her guess was as good as anyone else's*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Mind using some phrases when in the public. But yeah. You were a little rough. I kind of still hurt from last night... But it's mostly just the headache from how eager you were.\" *With the food coming to his table, he would sit up straight and lift his mask up slightly so he could eat* \"Don't worry. You're not exactly the first person to be so rough. But usually people tend to go a little higher. How about you. Feel refreshed after you had your fun?\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"I wouldn't call it fun.\" *She said under her breath after being made aware of her surroundings. Maybe she lowered her guard because Okami was around. Failing to remember that they weren't the only two here at the tavern.* \"I do feel very refreshed, I feel like I have too much energy to be honest. I didn't aim for any specific location. I wasn't really thinking at all..\" *She hated the frenzy, large periods of time gone from her memory. At least this time was different, she wasn't laying in a pile of animal carcasses and covered in blood.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"So how long how you been into that?\" *He asked as he started eating his food. It was quite a decent size plate and a jug full of hot milk. He really needed to replenish his stamina and make up for the blood loss from both yesterday and the day before. And this food was going to help* \"And how have you been surviving with me being your first then?\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She didn't really understand the first question. How long has she been a vampire? She was never into the whole vampirism thing though.* \" Hmm, 5 years now? Do you normally eat that much?\" *She couldn't help but notice his portion size for his breakfast.* \"Animals, Which has been rough for me as well.\" *If she learned anything from her first encounter with Terrel, keeping the fact that she can hear and speak to animals to herself was best.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"That so. Must have suck. Bet having tasted a real man must have made you addicted huh?. And I usually eat a tiny bit less, but like I said. You tired me out quite the bit. So i have to replenish my energy. Anyway. How did it feel?\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She rolled her eyes at his comment.* \"Real man, huh?\" *She leaned forward and took a piece of fruit off his plate. A real man wouldn't care about this little strawberry so she placed it into her mouth.* \"I don't know how it felt. I don't remember much of anything last night. I just know I feel great now. For all I know, it's because I slept on a bed and has nothing to do with-.\" *She brought both her hands up and started making air quote with her index and middle fingers* \"-Tasting a real man\" *She finished*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*He then lifted his mask a bit and gave her a blank stare of disbelieve* \"Let me remind you in that case. I had to almost pry you off of me. But considering you slept so well, I guess you won't be needing another refresher\" *He said as he continued eating his food. He didn't mind sharing his food at all. To him it was quite a joy to share his food with people and it often hurt him when people refused when he offered*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Embarrassment was written across her face now. Extremely thankful that she couldn't remember last night's events now.* \"You're exaggerating. Sounds like nothing but hopefully wishes from you. I would say take me to dinner first.\" *But she supposed he already had, didn't he.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I offered, you refused. Then you suddenly decided I was the main course anyway. You basically forced yourself on me. I should be the one to ask for dinner first\" *The smug look he had when her face started turning red was now clearly visible. He really enjoyed teasing her and she just made it so easy for him*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She placed her face into the palms of her hands before shaking her head vigorously. She could feel her cheeks blazing with colour now.* \"I'm sorry, okay. I didn't mean to lose control like that.\" *Giving herself a few deep breaths to regain her composure, removing her face from her hands as she did so. Eye contact with Okami was almost impossible for her now.* \"I'll make it up to you, some how.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"You can start with that dinner you spoke of. I would appreciate that\" *He then looked at his thumb for a second as a few thoughts dwelled his mind while his smug smile still on his face.* \"Speaking of which... Want a refresher?\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"No, I do not want a refresher. I've never been here before so I'm not sure which places would be a good place.\" *She tried to look back at him and found herself looking at his smile. She found interest in the wall beside them instead, admiring absolutely nothing in particular as the wall was blank beside them* \"I don't like knowing what I do when I'm in that sad state.\" *She admitted, She could only imagine how many animals she left injured when she was starving.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Not in the city silly little thing. In the wilds should be little more fun. The whole natural feeling\" *He said as he started finishing his food and slowly drinking the milk. He was sipping it slower then even a baby. But that's just the way he drank it sometimes* \"Better have you get use to it then having you do it with just any man and accidently hurt them in the prosses, no?\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"Are you sure that's a good idea? What if you get worn out again?\" *She wasn't sure how natural it was to eat in the forest or if he was implying something else entirely. Most people tend to avoid the forest at all costs due to the lack of protection it provided. She only managed to do well thanks to her nature proficiency in magic.* \"I wasn't really intending on feeding off another perso- er.. Feeding off people in general.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"You have no money right now, So you have to eat somehow. So I'm willing to buy you lunches and food for the most part.\" *He said sounding a little irritated by her words. The way he said that sounded like he was correcting her* \"But you know. I'll get you use to it so you don't need to be a leech anymore. When ever you want to eat something. You can always ask me... Just don't order as much as you did last time. Ok?\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"Uhm. I'll be okay this time. Thank you though. There are plenty of rats in the city anyways.\" *It was rather obvious that she did not want to eat rats as they tasted disgusting. Sure they could sedate the need to drink blood at the cost of running to the bathroom for one reason or another. A part of her could already hear Terrel's condescending words about how much of a stray she was or how useless in her mind.* \"Thank you for your generosity so far, and your kindness.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"If you say so\" *He would then cut the tip of his thumb when he put the knife down* \"Whoops clumsy me\" *He said as he stared he dead in the eyes to see her reaction. When she saw his face would be the moment she realized it was on purpose*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She looked at his bloodied finger for a few seconds before looking up at his face. Holding her hand up with her palm facing his hand before a faint glow emanated from her hand. Soon after the cut on his figure would close itself in a matter of seconds.* \"I wouldn't be a very good healer if I lost control at the sight of blood.\" *It was her turn to return a smile, though there was no smirk hiding at the corners of her lips.* \"Why do you want to be bit?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I'd much rather not.\" *He smiled at her* \"Well you're able to control yourself like before. But I'd also not loose an investment. You still owe me for that dinner. So I'm just making sure people don't harm you. Reasonable right?\" *He then sat back with a sigh of how full he was*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"I'm not sure what kind of investment you think I am. I'll be fine, I doubt anything will happen in a city full of people.\" *She stood up and grabbed his plate. Returning it for him felt like the right thing to do with all things considered. She walked past him and returned the plate back to the innkeeper. She share a small conversation with the Inn about the weather and wished them well before making her way back to her seat in the corner* \"Feeling better?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Much much better. But do tell me what it feels like next time ok\" *He said as he got up and stretched. So... I'm guessing you won't be going outside?\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She puffed out her cheeks at him. She already said she didn't want a next time. Next time she might not stop in time, she hardly wanted to stop last time.* \"We can go outside, I was outside yesterday. It's just hard to see. Sunlight for me is what darkness is for you.\" *She gave him a playful nudge towards the door.* \"Someone has to keep an eye on you.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Someone that's practically blind. But It's like folks say. Somethings only the blind can see\" *He then walked to the door* \"I'm going to go buy a horse. So stick close please*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"How close are we talking?\" *She raised her arms high into the air as she stretched. She couldn't help the yawn that forced its way from her mouth, exposing her fangs as well.* \"So a little time with Carl and you're off to get your own?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well I can't honestly continue to leech off of Terrel. Besides. I want something a little faster, you know\" *He said as he lead the way out*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"Is that even possible? He doesn't seem the type to just help people out of the kindness of his heart.\" *She followed him outside, raising a hand across her eyebrows to keep the sun from her eyes. Even without the sun in her face, the ground was almost blinding to look at. To make up for this she was almost shoulder to shoulder with Okami so she wouldn't get lost again.* \"Poor Carl, don't call him slow in front of him.\" *It was probably the closest thing she could say without outright admitting she could speak with animals.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well... Wasn't saying he was slow. Just that I want something faster and stronger. Like an Elephant. But I did see one. So I guess I'll go for a hoarse\" *He said as he started at her* \"Besides. Terrel isn't exactly a peoples person. Just look at how he takes care of his pets. Want an umbrella?\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"An elephant?\" *She couldn't help but laugh at the thought of Okami riding on top of an elephant.* \"Don't get me started on how he treats his pets, him and I already exchanged words over that.\" *She didn't see him come out with an umbrella so she wasn't entirely sure where he would obtain one.* \"I suppose an umbrella would be nice but I haven't seen you with one. Also, don't you think Terrel would be upset if we're both just gone?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*He then looked at her as he raised his eyebrows as if she already knew the answer* \"He can probably surmised we went out to buy supplies and a horse\" *He then started looking around* \"Tell me if you see an umbrella. I have no idea why you don't carry one to begin with\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"And hide my beautiful face underneath an umbrella? I'm not that cruel.\" *Asking her to look for an umbrella in broad daylight was like asking someone who couldn't see 5 feet in front of them to search for anything.* \"Yeah, I'll let you know if I see one.\" *She said in a very sarcastic tone, in fact if it wasn't for the fact she was brushing shoulders with him constantly she would've gotten lost by now.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Force of habit. Not use to traveling with a blind person. And just use it. It'll feel ten times better having some protection. Think of it as a little lamp of your own\" *He said as he travelled to the stables *" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"I'm not blind, A blind person wouldn't have tackled you to the ground.\" *She couldn't hide the pride in her voice, anyone else and she would apologize endlessly for her actions. Him being okay with the situation made it easier to forget the guilt she still felt.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Mmm. You are blind. You have tackled me. And after you did apologies. I think you fit the bill pretty perfectly\" *He said as he lightly shook his head as she was making it too easy for him*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"I can see just fine when it isn't bright like this. I apologized for biting you, not for tackling.\" *She squinted her eyes for anything that looked umbrella shaped but it seemed like she'd have to stick with Okami rather closely for now.* \"All you've done is complained.\" *Manon cleared her through as she tried her best to imitate Okmai's voice.* \"I'm so hungry, I'm so tired. You really did a number on me, Manon Surai. I don't think I'll ever beat you. Please let me know when you're getting hungry, I can't go through another debilitating loss.\" *As much as she would've loved to see his expression, it would involve her looking into the sun.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"And what are you going to do about it? What will you do to stop me from doing and saying as I please.\" *He said as he finally saw something for her* \"You going to pay me back. Going to help me out... Well At least I know you try to listen.\" *He said as his pulled her slightly towards the left*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"I didn't know I was your babysitter now.\" *She turned to the left and started walking in that direction, mainly because he pulled her that direction.* \"I have to pay you too now? It's like you both don't want to get rid of me or something.\" *Knowing the opposite was true when it came to Terrel.* \"What can I do for you then?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Smile and wave\" *He said with a smile of himself* \"What colour you want?\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Manon's hand lifted and she began waving and people she couldn't see, for all she knew she was waving at nothing. She didn't know what was going on.* \"Purple I guess, why do I have to wave?\" *How was smiling and waving going to repay him, it didn't make much sense.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"It's a figure of speech silly. It means to wait and see\" *He said before handing her a purple umbrella* \"For the lady\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She grabbed onto the purple umbrella, fumbling with the latch until she finally managed to open it. It was so much better than just her hand.* \"Well how do I look?\" *She gave him a small spin, stopping herself once she faced him once again.* \"Thank you for the umbrella, it's lovely.\" *She reached into her pockets for her coin pouch so she could repay him*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"You look better now that you don't keep squinting at me. Now come on. I've got things to do\" *He said as he nudged her shoulder a bit. Seeming to to care in the slightest about her trying to pay him* \"Before Terrel starts spinning stories about us\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"Strange cause the only person who has been telling stories so far.\" *It was true, she was no longer squinting, gaze soaking in their new surroundings that he brought her to. At least he was trustworthy for now. Could've brought her anyways and she didn't think twice about it.* \"Wai-\" *She gave up on trying to find her coin pouch as she was tugged into a faster walk than before. She maintained the speed so Okami didn't have to nudge her anymore.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Come on slowpoke. The sun drys water\" *He said as he movee a little faster* \"I want to go buy the best horse before they are sold out!\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She began jogging faster, nearly at a run at this point. It was obvious that running wasn't something she did very often despite her petite stature. He sure took his sweet time eating, especially the milk, if he wanted to come out here before the fast horses were sold. By the time they reached the stables where the horses were kept she was out of breath.* \"Did we.. Have to.. Run?\" *The umbrella hung loosely from her hands as she bent over to catch her breath.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would be standing just at the edge of the stables in the area where they allowed the horses to freely roam save for the fencing. Silently, he'd run a brush along Carl's silky fur while the horse took his time to graze. Glancing back, he caught sight of the two, saying casually:*\"Well you guys sure took your time.\"*Carl would lift his head up to look over to them, shifting away nervously to which Terrel would allow him to go off and trot around the area.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yeah, yeah. Where's the strong horses at... Besides Carl I mean\" *He said to make sure to keep a close eye on Manon. His mask would have been on the second Terrel was in his sight.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Hearing Terrel's voice alone was enough to drain the fun from her. Taking a few more deep breaths as she walked over to the two men with her umbrella opened and over her shoulder. She was thankful for the change of pace this morning but now they were reunited with the Elf. She made sure to stand a couple feet back as they discussed which horse to purchase.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Best to check the stables where they keep them.\"*He'd say.*\"If you're only looking for strength though, it's probably better to just get a draft horse. They're better at pulling than carrying, but for you it's all the same to them.\"*Terrel would turn his gaze over towards the building, not caring much for the shift in mood from the two. Perhaps he had been out here for a while now to pay much more attention that or more focused on his task at hand.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Ok. Terrel. Can you keep and eye on Manon?\" *He asked before continuing to go talk to the owner of the stable. He would talk for a bit. Make a few jokes before giving the man a huge sum of money*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*For a moment, Terrel would respond as he watched Okami walk off, before eventually saying:*\"Alright.\"*He wasn't sure why the Kemonomimi would entrust him to after the events of yesterday, but with him already headed off to get a horse, there wasn't much to say in protest. Looking over to where Carl had wandered, he'd whistle for his horse and, after a bit of hesitation, Carl would slowly trot his way back over, keeping a short distance away as he came to a stop and forced Terrel to have to walk over to him to continue brushing the horse.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Manon spotted a nearby wooden bench that she could sit on. Without saying anything she made her way over to the bench that was on the side of the stables. Pulling on the inside of her umbrella until it closed. It took her a few seconds to find the string that was used to keep the umbrella neat while in her lap. Even from this spot she could hear the other horses complain about their currently living situation. The urge to run being suppressed, their cramped captivity inside wooden stalls. At least Okami would ease the suffering of one of these creatures shortly.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Ok. Got one\" *He said as he returned to the two of them* \"That black scary fellow in the back there\" *He pointed towards the horse he just bough as if it was like buying a loaf of bread. Even if they were quite expensive*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would pause in his brushing to look over at the horse.*\"Make sure you can learn to work with them first.\"*He'd say as if suggesting that getting a horse was not such a simple task.*\"Should also make sure Carl can get along with them if they're going to be forced to travel with one another.\"*Of course Terrel didn't have much say in whatever horse Kibaru decided to buy especially with him having already gotten one. But it was better to bring up the inconveniences now before they're halfway down the road trying to learn how to manage a new addition to the group.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yeah, yeah, I got this\" *He said as he went around and tried to approach the horse making it aware of his presence early on so it doesn't get spooked* \"Hey there. Heard you like lemons. And look at what I have here\" *He said as he slowly released to have just that* \"Want it?\" *The horse would draw close to inspect the yellow sphere with a sniff. Before deciding to eat it from his hand* \"And now my hands going to smell nicely. Such a strange one you are\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would glance away, refocusing on Carl as he'd eventually finish brushing him.*\"That should be good for now, we'll change out the shoes later...\"*He'd say to the horse before giving him a pat on the snout.*\"Go on and meet em.\"*Carl would gradually trot off, heading over towards the dark horse while Terrel would sit back to watch. For the time being, he would slowly wrap his hair back up so that it wouldn't get in the way later for when he had to finish tending to Carl. For now, however, it seemed like it'll be a simple meet and greet until Okami settled with his new horse.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"There we go. Now the owner said you were quite new and didn't have a name yet. Huh?\" *Kibaru said before thinking a bit* \"Anyone else got any ideas on names\" *The horse seemed a little wild. Almost acted like it didn't even noticed Carl.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Carl would give a quiet huff of air, eventually drawing away from the horse as he trotted off. Terrel would watch the two, giving a slow shake of his head. This was either gonna end badly or take a while for them. At the mention of potential names, Terrel would say:*\"Pitch is a start.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Not bad. Not bad\" *He said as he nodded with the satisfying name* \"How about you Manon. Have any recommendations?\" *He would look to Manon as he pondered a few names*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She turned her head to look at Okami then to the horse. She didn't really know good animal names, animals in the wild don't have names.* \"Pitch is fine, I don't really know what to say.\" *She supposed she could ask the horse for it's opinion but she'd rather not have Okami look at her like she's a freak. Unlatching her umbrella and opening the purple fabric. With the wooden bar across her shoulder she stood beside Okami.* \"He looks like a Pitch.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Pitch it is. What do you think bud?\" *He asked the horse with a smile* \"I should probably get use to riding you. You look like you might bite if I try to mount\" *He said with a slight laugh* \"Wouldn't be the first\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She whipped her head in the direction of Okami. Her expression resembled surprised as he casually just exposed her once again.* \"I'm sorry! Are you going to keep this up until we have dinner?\" *She spun around to return to her seat, intentionally brushing him with the umbrella. She walked past Terrel without so much a glance in his direction. He'd just provoke her anyways if she spoke to him and she found herself exhausted when around him.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Trust me, if that horse doesn't want you to Mount him, he'll do much worse than bite.\"*He'd say before Manon suddenly spoke out in reference to what Okami said. Terrel wasn't exactly sure what set her off, but that was nothing new for him at this point. He'd stand up as she passed, watching her return to her seat before deciding to refocus on getting Kibaru situated with his horse.*\"You'll have to be a bit more careful this time. Carl has been ridden for years and Pitch...\"*He'd say, pausing as he'd look the horse over.*\"Well we don't know yet.\"*Over the years Terrel had grown used to riding Carl, after all he was a family horse. Though when it came to new horses that potentially have never had a rider, there was no saying how they'd react.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"You're not the first either\" *He responded to her with a smirk slightly visible* \"And I asked the owner about him. It's his only maid horse he had and the horse was giving him some trouble. So I took him off of his hands. Apparently no one can ride it\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would bring his gloved hand slowly to his face in a light facepalm as Kibaru explained about the horse.*\"And in your mind... It was a good idea to get the most difficult horse in the stable when you know little about riding a horse...\"*Times like this, he wondered why it even surprised him. Either way they were going to have to figure out this horse, whether the horse liked it or not or any of them for that matter. With any luck they won't be attempting to travel today.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"It's the saddle he uses. The material on the bottom would irritate anyone.\" *He said with a smile* \"Just need to get the right material and adjust the saddle a little\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Whatever makes em happier.\"*He'd say, deciding to go along with Kibaru's statement.*\"Do you want to try leading him around the field or attempting bareback?\"*The Elf would question, figuring either would sound like a reasonable idea to the Kemonomimi.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Bareback. How do i even mount him in that case?\" *He asked with a concerned look*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"The same way you'd mount an elephant.\"*He'd say in a neutral tone.*\"It's never recommended, but if the saddle won't work you can always give it a try if you aren't afraid of sliding off.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I mean. How do I get on. There's no footing to get up there. And how will I remain in control?\" *Kibaru said as he shook his head. He would jump over the fence and walk to the horse* \"Hey there Pitch\" *He said as he gave the newly bought horse a few firm pats*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"They don't say it's not recommended for nothing.\"*He'd answer.*\"You'd either need to be a good climber or have enough elevation on them, then you'll have to learn how to steer only using your legs as cues.\"*The Elf would watch him walk over to the horse, deciding to go over to grab his own as well.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I would much rather not even try it then. Think I'll be fine with just getting to know Pitch her. Isn't that right?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would give a brief nod, a light grin forming on his face in memory of getting to know the horses. Carl was always the family favorite, his as well, but there was always something about learning to work with a new horse. Maybe it was just the farming side of him. Giving Carl a light pat on the snout, he'd say in a low tone:*\"Lets go Carl... We'll get to know them slowly...\"*Gradually he'd tug at his horse's lead, encouraging him to come along just to the edge of the fence. Looking at it, he couldn't help but feel tempted in re-teaching Carl the basic courses. How long it's been since he rode around and hopped fences just for the fun of it? Maybe whenever Okami found himself busy with Pitch he could give it his own try again.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would then pull a lead from his coat that he had put in earlier to warm it up a bit. He would then slowly put it on and pitch would start to get a little nervous, but didn't do anything. He the took the lead in hand and started slowly walking around with her but he was having some difficulty with her as she was a bit restless* \"He Terrel. The owner told me I should check her shoes. How exactly do I do that\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"When she trusts you enough to let her handle her feet, then we can talk about changing out her shoes. She'll need to be calm otherwise we may lose a hand from it.\"*He'd say before turning to his horse and slowly mounting on top of him.*\"It may be hurting her to walk though if they haven't been changed out for a while.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yeah. Owner said something along the line of that.\" *He said as he stopped* \"But I don't exactly know how to fix those *He said l9oking a little bit worried. He would then pull one leg slightly to check on her feet before petting it go. She would react much at first, but when her leg went down she sighed from disapointment* \"I just realized I have no idea what I'm looking for or what I'm doing... Worth a shot though\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Ask the owner for the proper tools to take those shoes off. Tell 'em we can do it ourselves.\"*He'd say to him before giving Carl a light kick to the side to get him galloping in a small circle around the field they were in. Gradually he would begin creating some distance away from the fence Okami and Pitch stood on the opposite side of.*\"Make sure he gives you replacement ones as well.\"*He'd yell back.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I assume you'll be doing that *Kibaru asked him as he moved to the owner after a bit he appeared with some tools seeming a little irradiated. He had six horse shoes on him and he put it all down. Waiting for Terrell to say something*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would pull his horse into a faster gallop as he turned around and would head back towards the fence. In a light leap over it, Terrel would find himself on the other side to his own satisfaction as he'd gradually make his way over towards Kibaru to see what he had managed to get.*\"Six shoes? Last I checked a horse doesn't have six legs... Or two for that matter...\"*He'd say as he gradually dismounted from Carl. It seemed like they'd only be able to treat one of the two horses and, if fixing up Pitch's shoes made it easier for her to cooperate, it'll have to be her.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Extra shoes for when we need then then.\" *He said with a blank voice.* \"It was all he was willing to part with. Any more and I'll have to got the the black Smith. So if you want to give Carl new shoes, you can have these to and have a Smith make the other pair. Or maybe just were it yourself. For now I'll be watching\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel supposed he'll have no choice but to save them for later. Taking the extra pair of shoes he'd walk over and place them into Carl's saddlebags before going back to picking up the tools and heading over to Pitch.*\"Guessing you must have outgrown those shoes, huh ol' girl?\"*He'd say to her, slowly moving a gloved hand towards her side as he would try to stroke her lightly before turning towards Kibaru.*\"It would be best to tie her lead down to something. I'll need her to be as still as possible.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Ok. Come on Pitch.\" *He said as he moved her closer to the fence before doing as Terrell requested. After, he would look at him as he patted her quite firmly. Not as gently as he did with Carl* \"Should I brush her to keep her mind off of it?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Be my guest.\"*He'd say, gesturing over to the brush he had used for Carl earlier. Moving towards Pitch, he'd carefully grab one of her hooves, resting it at the inside of his knee as he tried to look over it.*\"Yep, can hardly see the shoe at this point.\"*He'd say, carefully tracing along the overgrown hoof to where the shoe was mostly hidden within it. He'd grab one of the tools, shifting a bit to get more comfortable as he'd begin filing down the area around the shoe, a sense of familiarity in the process.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would would do just that. As Terrel work he would start brushing her. His tails swirling in the air with how relaxed he was brushing her. Pitch seemed still and not bothered in the slightest. If anything she seemed a little eager for Terrel to get to work* \"It trust you know what you're doing. If you patch her up like Carl. She'll be running in no time. Thanks by the way\" *He then smiled at Man on and pointed at Terrel when he could see him*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Yeah... Don't mention it...\"*He'd say, beginning the process of prying the old shoe off as it finally came to surface.*\"Not the first time I had to change out a horse shoe. Should be doing this every six weeks or so... Couple months at most...\"*He'd reach for a nail, holding it precariously between his lips as he'd remove the shoe and place a new over the hoof. Taking one nail and placing it against the new one, he'd say:*\"This is where you need to be the most careful. The horse won't feel it if you nail it back in the hooves properly, but misplace it and it'll be painful...\"*In saying so, he'd resume his work in nailing the new horse shoe in and making sure it was more secure before he'd allow her foot to drop back down.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*With her foot down she would stomp it a few time and moving her head almost as if agreeing. She seemed to be getting a little exited with the feel. But she would tap the other hoove and snort in disappointment. Other than that she was completely still and seemed eager.* \"I'm guessing all horses enjoy this prosses. Cause she seems to\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Yeah, I suppose they do.\"*He'd say, moving over to work on the rest of the hooves. It wasn't like he disagreed, but then again he couldn't speak for most horses. It was simply the ones he already knew who seemed to enjoy it. A completely wild horse may be a different story if they even caught sight of someone walking up to them with these tools.*\"Kind of a relief to them, replacing old ones. I can imagine a big one for her with these being in for who knows how long.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Poor girl. The previous owner use to explore allot with her. Now she's cooped up in one place. Must be torture\" *He said and made surr to move out of the way when Terrel was busy. He was almost exited to ride her. And scared at the same time. The stable owner had some interesting stories to tell about her*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would eventually finish up with the last shoe, drawing away from the horse as he tried to stretch a bit from having to stoop over for quite a while.*\"Should be good to go now.\"*He'd comment, walking back over to Carl.*\"We'll get you fixed up in the next town. I promise.\"*He'd tell him.*\"For now, how does a good run sound?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Pitch seemed quite exited as she stomped her hooves and nodded her head while snorting* \"Maybe I should join you then. Huh. Someone seems eager to run. So I might as well learn the hard way and do bareback.\" *As he untied Pitch she would become a little hard to keep still* \"Come on girl, Let's give it a try...\" *Took him a little while, but he managed to get her to a railing and he would quickly get onto her. As he sat on her he tilted his head slightly as he looked down at her* \"I'm so going to regret this\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Don't try anything crazy.\"*He'd say.*\"If you don't see me doing it, that means you definitely shouldn't. It'll be hard enough for you to keep a good grip... And without the saddle it's going to feel like extra weight in one spot with her... So you'll have to balance it out...\"*Terrel would mount up onto Carl, turning him around to trot back towards Kibaru.*\"Untie her lead and hand it over.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Hand it over? Well you know what to do I guess\" *He said as he did as Terrel requested* \"But I think I might need it... I feel like she's about to take off into the air here...\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"If she's not calm do not try to ride her bareback.\"*He'd say, slowly dismounting back off of Carl so that he could hold the lead more securely in his hand without dragging his horse along.*\"If you couldn't hang on to Carl while he's running, you definitely won't be able to hang onto her.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well I did run a little while with Carl. But what bread even is he. I want to know what I'm in store for with Pitch\" *He said as he patted her in attempt to calm her. Whether it worked to calm her or ready her up wasn't clear*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"You had a saddle with Carl.\"*He'd point out. Being asked what breed Carl was, he'd simply say:*\"Silnarian Draft Horse.\"*Terrel would begin tugging her along.*\"I'll let you to go once you can keep her in a steady trot. After that I'll let Carl get the chance to get used to her.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Pitch would tug on the lead a bit as she followed Terrel. She would let out snorts like she was full of energy. She was quite dissatisfied with the speed Terrel was going, but she continued to go at his pace* \"You sure you have a handle on here? I don't want to be stuck on her when she jolts and I most definitely don't want to let her loose after I just paid for her\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"If you didn't want to be stuck on her when she jolts, then you probably shouldn't have gotten on her back.\"*He'd give her a pat along the side of her head as she'd tug at the lead.*\"She probably just wants to run free right now. So long as we keep her in the fencing, she shouldn't run off.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I think it would be best if I could grab a proper saddle and just have her run it out. She's been stuck in here for a while... I heard she even started jumping the fence at some point... Even destroyed a few... Maybe this was a mistake\" *Pitch would calm a little. But she still tugged a little. She didn't seem to mind Kibaru on her back to a point where she almost forgot he was on her*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"It would, but I doubt he'll let you take a whole saddle with you.\"*He'd say as he continued leading her along the fence line, moving at a faster pace for her to at least stretch her legs out a bit more.*\"On the bright side, it won't be any of your fences.\"*Terrel would joke.*\"Great thing about traveling, plenty of open space and little care about property damage. Ready for me to let go?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would intensely stare at Terrel. He could practically feel the stare though the mask* \"You are one crazy dude if you think I'll be able to keep her under control while she's this exited.\" *He said with a monotone voice.* \"Give me the rains before I go zooming of if that's you plan\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would tilt his head up to him, calmly handing him the reigns in contrast to the harsher training with Carl just before.*\"All yours.\"*He'd say, stepping away from the two. Would it be wrong of him to assume that Kibaru was scared? Probably not, though it would have never been admitted if that was the case. He'd head back to Carl and mount up on him before heading back to rejoin Kibaru and Pitch.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would give a slight Nudge and Pitch would start to trot around a bit. Blowing huffs of air in anticipation to her rider to speed her up. When carl came close, she would slow down a little and give a few nods of her head. She noticed him, and showed no aggression, but she made sure to keep a bit of a distance*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Ready to go for a ride?\"*He'd ask Kibaru, tapping his foot to speed Carl up just enough to move at a pace that wouldn't trigger Pitch to suddenly run off.*\"You'll have to keep pace with me and Carl here. We'll just be going around the outer loop of the fences.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Ok Pitch, don't do anything stupid\" *He said to her as he tapped her* \"Ok then lead the way. I'll try my best to not run into you\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would tap at his horse, pulling him into a gallop as he'd head towards the fence line. It wasn't the fastest pace, but it was at least fast enough for the horse to properly stride. He'd pull Carl into a wider turn, making sure he had enough space so that Carl could easily move in a loop.*\"Make sure you don't turn her last minute, no horse is good at sharp turns, even less so the riders if they don't know what they're doing.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"That really applies to riders without a saddle\" *He said as he steadily followed Carl. Pitch was happy enough to get running and was quite eager to run faster, but she kept the pace given to her. But she was happy to be able to run like this now that she could with her shoes*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With Kibaru seemingly being able to handle it, Terrel would eventually turn his gaze away from him.*\"Let's go Carl. You remember when we've tried jumping lessons? Let's see if we still got it.\"*He'd say before turning him and running him towards one of the fences. Terrel would make sure Carl had enough time to see it, holding on tightly as his horse would leap over it before landing on the other side. It was exhilarating to say the least. How long has it been since he's felt this kind of rush? Well outside of fighting anyways.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I am most definitely not even going to. No! No. Don't you even think about it\" *He said turning Pitch around as it seemed like she wanted to follow* \"This is not going to end well for either of us... No\" *He said trying to get her under control. Eventually managing to get her to stop. Quite disappointed the let out a snort as she looked at Carl*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would run along the fence line before pulling Carl into a slow trot.*\"I think she'll be better off whenever we get back traveling again.\"*He'd say as he looked back towards them.*\"Jumping comes naturally for them, but it's something riders need to learn. We'll have to get a saddle in Salvania, so maybe it'll be be better to hold off on horse riding too much until then.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"She's probably going to need silk under the saddle... And I guess I have enough money for that... I just don't know if it'll be worth it though\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well depends on how much you care for her to feel when you ride her.\"*He'd say.*\"You two may have a lot of bonding left to do.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Left... We haven't even started. I want to take it slow and she just wants to speed away first chance she gets. I know she likes lemons and is picky about her saddle and that's about it\" *He said ash he jumped off of her before taking her back to her post* \"Now stay her while I go see if I can find you a saddle\" *With Kibaru almost falling over after he climbed off, Pitch let a out a disappointed snort* \"Geez calm down. You're shoes are fixed aren't they. Just give it some time. You'll be on your way pretty soon enough\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well she's a free-spirited horse. What else do you expect to get when the owner tells you she tries to break fences and run off?\"*He'd ask towards the obvious situation he had gotten himself in. Terrel would lead Carl to the fence line.*\"If it makes it any easier, we can tie her up to Carl that way she'll have to move with him. At least he's less prone to running far.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*He then stared at her for a bit* \"\"Horses bite, correct. So what would Carl do if this one got a little frisky?\" *Something just told him he made a mistake and it had nothing to do with previous problems*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd give a shrug.*\"I wouldn't know.\"*Terrel would admit, knowing this would be the first time Carl would be tied to another horse.*\"He's used to going at his own pace though. If the horse is too tired to run, he's going to stop and I'm pretty sure Pitch isn'r going to be able to drag a full grown horse with her while she runs.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"That's why I asked, She might bite him out of spite. Or try to chew what binds them... Poor carl might even suffer from a kick or two\" *He said as he gave her a few taps after tying her up* \"We'll see after she got that energy out. She's way to exited. Me getting on didn't help either\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Won't be able to get any energy out staying tied up.\"*He'd say, slipping off of Carl's back and tying him to the post.*\"Think you can keep an eye on her Carl?\"*Terrel would ask him. Carl would eye Pitch, letting out a huff of air in seeming response.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I'll go see if I can fins some material for the saddle, Should be able to ride her without much fear then. Give her a few laps around the city and see how she does after. Might even go to the black smith and buy two more shoes as thanks... I guess I'll be going then. Might as well pick up some supplies now that I can carry them in the saddle Who wants to come along?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I'll go get Carl a drink before putting him up for the day. Think I'm going to head back to the Tavern for the pups to work with training them again. It'll be harder on the road anyways and they still have a bit to learn before we can leave them.\"*He'd say.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Manon was hunched over with strands of her hair covering her face. Her chest rising and lowering with her shallow breathing. She had dozed off while she waited it seemed. The purple Umbrella trapped on her lap with both arms resting on top of the wooden handle. Her lips were slightly parted so anyone who got unreasonably close could possibly notice the fangs she carried. If she stayed like this any longer she would definitely have a sore neck when she woke up.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would walk over to her before tapping her head* \"He wake up sleepy her. You look like a zombie sitting there like that. Or worse, a stalker. Let's go for a walk. Ok?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would untie Carl's lead and walk him over to get a drink of water, deciding to relax against the fence post for the time being.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Manon tilted her head back once she felt the tap past her subconscious. Lifting both arms high above her head as she stretched her limbs. Once finished her left hand found Okami's arm and she used him to bring herself to a stand. Trying to find the strap to release her umbrella was difficult as her eyes were only half open. Fingers fumbled with the thin string before finally untying it. A second later and the purple umbrella was overhead to block out the sun once more.* \"I must have dozed off, Did everything go okay?\" *Raising the sleeve of her shirt to her face as she wiped at her eyes and mouth. She had the feeling that she might've drooled but nothing was there.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yeah. I'm going to go buy some material and other supplies. So let's hurry up. I want to get to Ride Pitch before Sun down\" *He said as he patted her head* \"By the way. How are you feeling. You thirsty. Don't want you going crazy again\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Almost conveniently timed, a yawn forced it's way out from her lips.* \"A little tired, I'm not sure if it's because so many people are around or because it's day but I feel exhausted. I could try to eat, I don't particularly feel hungry or thirsty though.\" *Her eyes were fully open now though the look of exhaustion hasn't completely left her face yet. She wasn't entirely sure what the hurry part was for but she hoped it didn't mean they had to jog like earlier.* \"How are you feeling? Did you end up choosing Pitch? If that's even her name.\" *Last she remember, the name was still in question.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well you agreed with it and I didn't mind. So that's her name. Now come along. If you don't start walking we're going to have to jog a gain.\" *He said as he pulled her as so she could start walking* \"Tell me when you're hungry please. Don't keep quite\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*The threat of having to jog was enough incentive to make her walk immediately. She grabbed the hand that Okami was using to pull her with and removed it from her arm. A second later and she looped her arm with his instead.* \"Are you going to catch me some rabbit when I say I'm hungry?\" *Moving the umbrella enough so she could catch a glance at his face when he gave his answer. She couldn't help but feel like he would allow her to feed off him again.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Compared human blood and animal blood for a sec. Which is better would you say?\" *He asked as his blood turned cold for a second* \"If you're going to be starving with animal blood it would be better If I just gave you normal human blood. Don't you think?\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"I'm rather drink animal blood if it means I don't hurt you again.\" *She said quietly. He was right, human blood was way better than animal blood. It scared her really, She didn't trust herself to stop at an appropriate time. She already drained animals to death, she didn't want the same to happen for people.* \"You just want to hear me say you tasted amazing. I'm catching onto you mister.\" *She gave him a playful tug as they set off towards wherever saddle supplies were.* \"Don't tell me a warrior such as yourself. Who lost to a boar in the wild. Is a afraid of some healer from the forest.\" *Anyone could tell that she was smiling from the tone she spoke in, even without having to look at her face.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"The thought hasn't even crossed my mind. So wait. Animals tastes different then humans. I was asking about keeping you full. But no I am curious\" *He then took his mask of and looked at her with a smug expression as if he had just accepted a challenge* \"So tell me. Which tastes better? Me or a rabbit?\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"Of course they taste differently.\" *Maybe she shouldn't have made it sound like it was common knowledge. She couldn't help but look up at him when he asked the question. She regretted looking into that smug smile of his, focusing on the street in front of instead.* \"L-Lets just go buy the things you need. You're in a hurry aren't you?\" *She would never hear the end of it if she answered his question. She needed to find a ways the steer the conversation elsewhere and fast. She would have to blame the sunlight for why her cheeks were blazing red if he were to notice.* \"What kind of saddle are you searching for?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I've won yet again\" *He said with quite the satisfied look on his face* \"Not a saddle. Just for some material to put under it to not hurt the horse. I'll try Silk, hard hide, soft hide, fur and so forth. Peach didn't have a problem with pants, but maybe that's just because it covered a smaller area. I am looking for some cooking utensils and ingredients as well as some whetstone... Maybe I'll buy you a cup too. Do you prefer it warm or cold though? The Blood I mean?\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"Fine! Yes, You... You.. It tasted better.*She lowered her head in defeat. She could hear her own heartbeat drumming in her ears.* \"Cold is pretty revolting. I don't think it's possible to have it cold and fresh.\" *She remembered trying to feed off a long deceased animal and it made her vomit almost immediately. Ever since then she fed off of things still living or something she had killed herself. Very rarely has a live animal survived her feeding, as once she starts she found it hard to stop.* \"Buy me a cup?\" *She imagined herself just walking around with a cup, clearly confused as to why she would need it. Was she begging for money now?*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Thank you for saying I taste better\" *He said before grinning a different kind of grin* \"Have you tried snow with blood... How about blood in the food. What if you cooked it like blood bread?\" *He had a glimmer in his eyes with the many thoughts that swirled in his head* \"You are going to be a perfect experiment\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"I uh. Well no bu-.\" *She nudged him with her elbow. Not only could she answer any of his rapid-fired questions, she never tried any of these options.* \"I would like to stick to my traditional methods. I do eat other foods too you know. Let's talk about how delicious parsnips are.\" *She was a little afraid of what experiments he wanted to test on her. Was he planning on spiking her meals with blood now?* \"Do you even know where we're going?\" *She looked around for the shop they were searching for*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"There\" *He said pointing at a shop that sold herbs* \"I'm pointing at a herb shop\" *He said after realizing she's blind in the day* \"We can try it mixing in blood with food. That way you don't even have to do the whole 'blood'-part to begin with. It would also be better than tapping it straight from the source as you won't go over board. Just think about how much better you could live by simply adding blood to tee or soup.\" *He then looked at her with a serious expression* \"The cup would be so you're not drinking directly from me or any other animals\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"I don't think it works that way, It needs to be relatively fresh and it goes sour rather quickly. I'm sure that's why *They* Get such a bad name for themselves.\" *Even though she has been a vampire for years now, the identity conflict was still raging. Although it was unintentional she sometimes uses we or they in conversation. She couldn't really imagine using a cup to feed with. The reason why she and most other vampires bite the neck is because it makes it harder for their victim to move. While relying on Okami to guide her to the Herb shop, she closed her eyes. She imagined a situation where Okami was filling a cup with his own blood for her drink which made her realize something.* \"Are you sure they'll even have a cup large enough?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*He stopped at he looked at her quite concerned* \"How much were you exactly planning on drinking. One cup a day should be more than enough, don't you think?\" *He would then continue into the her shop. Their senses were immediately hit with the intense arouras* \"Oh, I just love this smell\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She supposed she didn't know how much daily blood she needed to avoid the bloodlust. She always starved herself so her impact on the animals around her would be less, at least she thought. She could try things Okami's way, she owed him that much.* \"I guess we coul-\" *Then the fragrance filled her senses as well. The scent was wonderful and she found herself enjoying it as well. Sure it was a little on the strong side having all these herbs condensed in a single location but it beat smelling the horses for the past couple hours. For the first time since leaving the forest she felt connected to nature. All the plants in the shop slowly turned their leaves to point at Manon as her subconscious use of her nature magic enthralled the plants. It took her several seconds to realize what she was doing before she apologized.* \"I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking.\" *Bowing to the shop owner for her apology as well.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*The shop owner didn't mind. She herself had seen this happen allot. And Okami wasn't exactly a stranger to his business. She would eye the two and before she could say anything, Kibaru spoke first* \"She lost her classes and I don't want to loose her like I did yesterday. She owes me quite allot and I don't want that investment to just disappear\" *He said quickly. The woman nodded and they started trade*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She opened her mouth to question what was going on but figured now wasn't the time. Instead she simply stood at Okami's side with her arm looped around his. She could've placed the umbrella away while indoors but decided against it. The transaction didn't seem like it would take long enough for her to put it down anyways. Instead she closed her eyes and focused on the plants around her, feeling and probing the energies that her nature magic could pick up on. She missed the forest, this herb shop reminded her how far she traveled. It also reminded how deafening the stone walls and wooden buildings made her feel too. She was thankful that she was in good company, for the most part.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*After a bit Kibaru would soon finish his busyness with quite a decent size bag* \"Ok. Let's got to go buy something for Pitch.\" *He said not wanting to actually disturb her right now. But best he did*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She opened her eyes once more and nodded at him. It was short-lived but it gave her relief. She tried her best to hang onto the herb shop as they walked away until she moved too far and felt nothing once more. It was rather noticeable when it happened because she gave out a sigh. Guess we're back to this again. She extended the hand that wasn't holding the umbrella to Okami, offering to take the bag of supplies from him. It was going to happen eventually unless he planned to carry both plants and horse supplies.* \"Back to your earlier question, I don't know how much blood I need daily. I've always waited until the last moment.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"You are seriously one of the most stupid little girls I've met. Starving yourself as a vampire is how you hurt people. Many many other have followed that path and all of them are not 6 foot deep\" *He did seem a little angry at what she said, but he would sigh and relax* \"I'll carry them.\" *He said as he trough the bag over his shoulder* \"Just focus on where you're stepping. I don't want to go tumbling to the ground with you\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*It came as a shock to get reprimanded for feeding less on living things. Maybe because it was Okami but she took it more seriously than she wanted to. Her arm slid from around his but she didn't step away. Occasionally brushing shoulders with him. She could see well enough to not trip things directly in front of her. But as long as the the sunlight was not blocked by clouds, all the bright surfaces were almost bright white lights in her eyes. If everything was illuminated by firelight, there wouldn't be a single issue. It seemed to be only the sun that created this issue, and her own radiant magic*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Don't be salty. I know you don't want to hurt people. But you have to realize not taking care of yourself first puts you in no position to take care of others\" *He said as one of his tails kept contact with her* \"If you want to experiment a little to ensure you don't hurt people. Then I would be happy to help you learn more of yourself. You'll be so much more in control and able to help out much more people if you knew a little more about your little curse\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"This curse isn't little though. I don't think sinking my fangs into other living creatures as an experiment is very considerate either. I don't want to hurt anything, I just..\" *She didn't really feel like continuing this conversation. She was thankful for his offer to help and would probably accept it in some way or another.* \"If I do agree to feed from you again, promise that you'll stop me from hurting you if I can't stop.\" *She needed this reassurance from him, If he couldn't stop her when she lost control then she wouldn't dare try learning more about herself. In fact, she would probably just go back to a forest and live there forever. As sad as it was to leave behind dead animals, all of which she dug holes and buried them properly. It was better than claiming a human life.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Sorry to tell you this. But I'm not about to die just because you became thirsty... I don't know how to say it. But if it came down to it... I'd much rather take your life than give up my own.\" *He said in a cold tone. Sure he was kind. But he wasn't going to let those he cared for suffer because he valued others lives over his own* \"So I'll make sure to stop you, don't you worry. But then you should have fun with the experiments. Animals I hunt I will drain their blood and we can test with it... It kind of makes me glad to know it's blood will also be of use. Rather than just being thrown away. Other than that. I'll lend you some of my blood. We'll see how much you need. How long it can sustain you and how to add a little flavour to it. So have fun with it\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She still didn't understand how she could have fun with this. Taking a life wasn't much of a joke. She agreed that maybe she could use the blood of the animals he already hunted.* \"It's a little contradictive to say you'll take my life and then not to worry.\" *If anything his words made her want to decline his offer entirely. Manon hesitated for a couple of minutes as she weighed the pros and cons before finally agreeing to his offer.* \"I can't imagine I'll be with you and Terrel for much longer. Pig man is itching to get rid of me, I can feel it. But until then, I'll try things you wish to try, just don't try and make me sick\" *With that she looped her arm with his once more, bringing it close to her body.* \"I won't let you kill me either, by the way.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"That's good. One should value one's life above all else\" *He said with a pat on her head* \"I'll try my best to not make you sick. No promises. And that' why we'll be experimenting. You can ask butchers to buy animal meat with as much blood as possible. Just tell them you want to use the blood with make the sauce taste more like the meat. Maybe even hunt for yourself. I can do more then just lend you my blood. We can experiment and you'll learn from it. Learn how to survive better\" *He said as they came to a stop. He would look around before going to the left*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She couldn't lie, everything he said sounded repulsive to her. Who knows how long butcher meat sat in the shop. Sure the meat would be fresh but the blood probably wouldn't be.* *She stopped along side him, instead of searching her surroundings she looked up at him.* \"Why did we st-\" *Before she could finish she was pulled to the left with him. She knew how much men hated asking for directions.* \"You know- If you're lost you could always ask for help.\" *She pulled him to the right a little, towards a random person.* \"Like this lovely person.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yo. Know of any shops close by that sells materials!?\" *Kibaru's question was little intimidating. He did care about asking directions. He just rather not talk to random people if he could help it. He preferred to keep talk to business*\n\n*The random person would point them towards a shop he was already heading in. His smug look when they gave direction was visible. Almost scaring the person* \"Thank you so much. I appreciate it very much. Come on let's go\" *He said before starting to walk towards the shop* \"I still got it\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"Oh yes, such a charmer with words. I wouldn't be surprised if they called the guards on you.\" *She was biting back the laugh. His ego was cute but it also showed up at the most random of times.* \"Do you talk to everyone like that?\" *Just as she looked up to judge his reaction, something caught her foot. It was a second later that she came crashing down to the ground, the umbrella launching forward as she crashed into the rock. She paused for a few second before recollecting her umbrella. Maybe she was blind in the daylight after all. She hurried forward with the most unamused look upon her face.* \"Shut up.\" *She said to Okami.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru had this open smile with his fangs showing. He was trying his best not to laugh, but was failing. His body would be shaking from the quite laughter from his stomach as he tried to hold it in. He would help her up though and slight tear could be seen from his eyes* \"Second day in a row\" *He said. It was clear he wanted to say he saw this coming though. He did call it out and it happened at the most convenient time*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She whipped around and punched him in the stomach. The level of embarrassment was highlighted on her cheeks, Actually her entire face was red now.* \"I blame you.\" *She spun back around while holding her umbrella slightly higher than normal. Making sure all he saw was the purple fabric of the umbrella with her silhouette being visible past the cloth. He must've saw whatever it was and intentionally move in that direction, it was the only way. Their arms were linked after all. Her palms were a little sore but nothing to complain about, her ankle hurt most though.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Ok. I've had my fill now. You alright?\" *He asked as he moved her umbrella side to side, playing with little amount of protection she had. He tried his best not to tease her about having already warned her. It was in his nature to play with his prey... Well only with the prey he doesn't actually hunt*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"I.Am.Fine.\" *She annunciated every word, going so far to turning away from him even more. She wanted to keep the umbrella between the two of them. In doing she she almost tripped once again, though she didn't fall to the ground just stumbled over a rock that was sticking up from the path.* \"I hate it here.\" *She could hardly see with the sunlight, things didn't move out of her way like they did in the forest. Manon exhaled sharply, she stopped walking long enough for Okami to take the lead once more.* \"Are we almost to this shop, I feel like you're dragging me through this on purpose.\" *Implying 'this' to whatever route he decided on.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*He would only continue to play with her umbrella* \"We can continue as soon as I know you're okay\" *He said with a now calm voice*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She felt it was a little redundant to ask a healer if they're okay. She could heal the majority of wounds as long as they weren't immediately life threatening. She understood what he was trying to do and allowed herself to play into it as well. Manon turned around and extended one of her hands towards him. It wasn't terribly scraped from tripping but there was a scratch that was deep enough that some blood was drawn.* \"I just scratched myself a little and my ankle hurts but I'll be fine.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*He would then suddenly lick her blood with her out stretched arm* \"Mmm, tasty\" *He said with a face that that told her he was examining it. He didn't plan on doing it but he had the sudden urge to play with her a little more. Maybe it would make her less tense* \"Tastes like iron. I like that taste\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She stared up at him from underneath her umbrella. There has been plenty of rumors that consuming the blood of a vampire is how one turns. It was never proven but was too much of a risk to test now of all times. She pulled her arm from his grasp, her face more in shocked than anything.* \"What happens if you get sick because you just did that?!\" *She wished she had a water bottle for him to wash his mouth out with.* \"Why did you do that?!\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"It would suck if I became one, wouldn't it. You'd no longer have fresh meals I guess *He said not having a care in the world* \"You had some of mine, so I wanted to see what the fuss was about\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She gave him an incredulous look.* \"That is not how things work out!\" *She closed her umbrella for a brief moment just so she could smack him upside his head with it.* \"Don't do that again, you might get sick.\" *She began walking forward even with her limited senses. They had plenty of things to buy if they're going to travel once more.* \"You don't even need it to survive.\" *Manon needed to get that bit out before she dropped the subject entirely. She'd have to tell Terrel about Okami's reckless behaviour*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Calm down. I'm just playing with you.\" *He said before pulling on her sleeve. Don't go falling again... Please\" *He said holding tightly* \"Or I might have to clean more wounds\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"Unlike you, I think I can handle a small trip. Or a boar puncture.\" *She prodded where the boar wound would've been if she hadn't healed it yesterday. As if to reply to his statement about cleaning wounds a faint glow emanated from her body. A couple seconds later she lifted her arm back up him to examine. The only races of a wound that remained was a bit of blood and that was it.* \"Now that I know you're going to be reckless, there won't be a next time.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I've survived two swords straight to the gut.\" *He proclaimed at he hit his chest with pride* \"A boar is nothing\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*To Manon the boast of surviving two swords just sounded foolish and reckless.* \"Sounds like you nearly lost your life too times, I don't understand how you can be happy at that. You even let a wild animal get one over you. AND a healer.\" *She wondered how many other attacks did he lose. If she was able to overpower him, everything and everyone else who was stronger than her could*" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"The times I've almost died is uncountable. I'm not happy about almost dying. I'm happy about still being alive\" *He said before he continued forwards. As he passed her, he would nudge her shoulder a bit* \"And I have many many scars to prove just how resilient I am\" *He then pointed to the scar on his cheek* \"Giant mutated tiger\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"I don't know why you continue to test your luck. Eventually you won't 'almost' die, you'll just die.\" *She said as he brushed past her. She looked up at him as he pointed at the scar on his cheek.* \"I can heal that, you know.\" *Thankfully it was becoming afternoon and her vision was improving drastically there were more shadows for her to step in.* \"I hope tomorrow is rainy..\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I would much rather you not heal my scars, thank you very much. These scars hold memories and help with story telling. Each scar his it's own emotions and... They look cool\" *He said with a childish smile as he continued walking onwards* \"Come one almost there\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She raised her hand and slowly brought it towards his cheek.* \"I'm going to do it~\" *She teased. Her fingertips brushed against the scar, tracing it along his cheek.* \"They look cool to you, I don't really find the fascinating. Just means I wasn't there to mend it when it happened.\" *She pulled her fingers back as she followed close behind him. She figured that she needed newer shoes as her feet began to ache.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well others like them. Kinds go crazy when they see them and so do the chicks sometimes\" *He said before turning left* \"Over here. Want to come in?\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"Uh huh, sure they do.\" *Sarcasm littered her voice as she turned left and entered the shop as well. She only entered to get out out of the sun. As long as she remained indoors her vision would be normal like everyone else's.* \"I'm not offering to help you carry things, I asked enough times by the way.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I'll just dump it on you when I feel I can't carry any more. Don't worry\" *He said before going to the shop owner and buying a few thing* \"There we go. Last up is a kitchen store... Or something like that. Let's go\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She bowed once more to this shopkeeper as well before turning around and leaving.* \"As long as you don't dump the heaviest thing on me. If you do I'll just leave it on the ground for someone else to pick up.\" *She didn't loop their arms this time because Okami's arms were looking rather full of supplies.* \"What kind of kitchen stuff do you need?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Pots. And a cup. Some kitchen knives\" *He said as he continued walking* \"You can grab a tail if you're afraid of getting lost again.\" *He said looking back at her*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"I'm not worried about it, the sun is slowly going down so things will be easier now.\" *Although she was following him, she made her way by stepping into shadows. Catching a glimpse of where she was and what was coming up. She still felt a little blind when the sunlight reflected off of some metal surface and into her face but thankfully a lot less things were in the sun now.* \"What happens if I pull your tail?\" *She finally asked, curiosity getting the best of her.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I'll break the arm that pulled it\" *He said with an innocent smile as he looked at her. His tails was one of his prides and they were quite fluffy and shiny from the constant brushing, unlike his hair*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"You're not very charming with your words.\" *She moved from his left side to the nearby shadows on his right side. Now she was able to window shop the nearby stores despite possessing no coin as of yet.* \"Didn't you have a set of kitchen knives, how do you cook on your travels then?\" *She stopped at the front of a clothing store as she peeked inside at the dresses and shirts on displayed.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I have a dagger. That's about it. Usually I just put it on a stick or I get a big rock, clean it and then cook on that. Now I've got a horse to carry all those things in. So I can really cook now\" *He said with an exited smile* \"And I do have quite the way with words, yes. From the stranger you carelessly talked too to now. Sometimes the urge to pull a prank is just to great. So I might lick some blood or threaten to break some legs just for the fun of it\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"I don't think it's a good idea to lick my blood again.\" *She said softly, If something were to happen it would definitely be something she couldn't fix for once. If one of his pranks were to break legs, being a starving vampire would just amplify his aggression when he got hungry.* \"You carelessly talked to me first, I was only being polite.\" *She had a feeling that Pitch would have multiple words to share about the burden she would have to hold. Maybe keeping her ability to speak with animals a secret was a good idea.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Talked to you first? No I meant that stranger you wanted me to ask direction for\" *He said before looking at a few shops that looked like they sold kitchen hardware* \"You pick one I guess\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"Pick one what?\" *She looked at all the kitchen supplies with a puzzled expression look upon her face. She never needed these things before. Plants and roots don't require a fork or a knife to eat. She didn't cook anything either. The only times she had vegi soup was in taverns and even then she visited those rarely.* \"I don't need anything, thank you.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Pick a shop silly\" *He then looked at her a bit puzzled and disappointed* \"Honestly. You can be so clueless sometimes\" *He said before going to a random shop*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She turned and followed him into the random shop.* \"You're doing just fine dragging me all over town looking for random things.\" *She started to examine a random kitchen knife. She picked up a chopper blade, it's what she called it at least. She only saw this particular blade being used to cut roots and fruits, never meat though.* \"You're not going to be able to carry all this stuff, just give me the bag of herbs. Men and their egos, I swear.\" *Placing the knife down while extending both her arms towards him.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Woman and their complaints\" *He said in retort to what she said. He had quite the devious smile on his face and expected a punch or elbow for it.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Manon simply turned around and left the shop. There were plenty of shadows she could use to navigate herself back to the tavern. She had no idea how he would carry all those things back on his own but he seemed perfectly content on doing so anyways. She didn't travel too far on her own, her frame would be easily distinguishable thanks to the purple umbrella over her head.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would quickly talk to the merchant before buying a huge bag that he would hang over his shoulder. The loud metal clanking inside sound just like pots* \"Ok. Ready to go\" *He said as he looked for Manon, almost having a heart attack when not finding her, but the umbrella made it easy for him* \"Hey could you take this please\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She extended her arms forward, a triumphant smile upon her face now that he realized she was right.* \"Of course.\" *She looked towards the nearest shop as more clothing were on display. It seemed like that shop had a lot of night gowns or comfortable sleeping clothing. Maybe if she ever owned a house she would buy some but as for traveling, it would just get ruined the moment she laid on the ground*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*He then looked at her with squinting eyes* \"Never said I would carry all of this on my own. I just didn't want to bother someone else with something I could easily handle. I mean I can still handle this, but you do owe me allot. So you can do a least a little work\" *He said as he gave her the herbs* \"Want to buy something... I'll lend you some money and you can pay me back after a while. How does that sound?\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"I'm okay, at this rate I'll forever be indebted to you and Terrel. I'm starting to think that's what you're hoping for.\" *She carried the bag of herbs with both arms, holding it close to her chest. It was nice to hold the herbs, she had the pleasure of smelling the herbs instead. She had a pretty good idea of what he bought from the herbalist, more due to her magic than by scent alone.* \"How much do you think I owe you, Okami? I do feel grateful for all you've done.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I would say 15 heals should about cover it. Don't you?\" *He said with a shrug* \"But if you want to lend money you're paying back in money\" *He said with a serous stare*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She stopped once he mentioned 15 heals. She almost dropped the bag of herbs. To her this sounded no different than slavery in a way. Hypothetically he could just deny healing on minor wounds and avoid conflict for the rest of his life.* \"15 heals is way too much, I'll be here for the rest of my life. Are you going to hunt me down if I try and leave?\" *She ignored the money statement as this was more pressing on her mind.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I hunt for a leaving. So don't think you can escape me\" *He said with a devious and playful smile* \"But you are a doctor. Aren't you? And we will be going on a hard journey which means we'll get injured allot. Both me and Terrel. And who better to heal us up then our own personal healer that's happy to repay the debt she owes these to noble men\" *Clearly the last part of noble men was just him play around a little*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She sighed loudly, her head lowering into the bag of herbs for a couple of seconds. She really got herself in a mess this time around.* \"There are a lot more people in the world who needs assistance. Beside you both already make it hard enough to keep track of. I wouldn't call either one of you noble, I heard nobles are good with the ladies anyways.\" *She lifted her head back before started to walk in the direction of the tavern.* \"So as long as I'm traveling with you two, I'll continue to fix your *Idiotic* Mistakes\" *Placing emphasis on the word.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I am good with the ladies. I mean. You fell for me... Literally\" *He said before laughing a bit* \"Twice now\" *He then looked around him* \"You know. Where we'll be going will be allot of things happening. Chances are well over 70% that the quest we'll be going on will be because people got hurt in the prosses\" *He said as he looked back at her* \"We're also going to travel allot, so that increases the odds of encountering someone that has been injured. Not to mention you'll have me as back up to ensure you don't end up hurting people instead\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She still held onto the thought that he intentionally tripped her the second time.* \"If I didn't know better, I'd say you're inviting me to the band of misfits.\" *She turned the corner towards a road she recognized from this morning. She didn't know exactly where the Inn was but she knew she was rather close. She'd have to consider joining the group. Mainly because Terrel was insufferable to be around at any time.* \"Maybe you should just be careful on your journey, unless you enjoy putting your life in my hands all the time.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"A band of misfits. I can understand Terrel. And a healer vampire that can cause more damage then good I can also understand. But why exactly are you say I'm a misfit. As for putting my life one the line. It's what I live for. A little contradictive I'm sure. I say you should value your own life most, yet I enjoy risking it... Maybe that's why I'm such a misfit. I'm a walking contradiction. I kill animals for a living, yet I emphasise with them more than what I do human. I get angry fast, yet I pull pranks on others and anger them\" *He said as he put his hand on his chin with the thoughts as he continued towards the tavern*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She didn't really hear most of what he had said. The only thing she heard was ' A healer vampire that can cause more damage then good'. Now she just wanted to go back to the Inn so she could lock herself in a room. She was thankful that the tavern wasn't too far as she walked inside the Inn. She didn't really choose a specific location as she placed the bag down before climbing up the stairs and into the room she slept in previous. She stopped in the bathroom to splash water onto her face before climbing into the bed. He really had no way with words.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would go put his stuff inside his room before going to her room* \"Hey, Manon. How do you feel. Feel hungry?\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"I'm fine.\" *She called back, she didn't want to talk much anymore. Who would want to be around a healer who can cause more bad than good anyways. She slid the blankets over her head as she closed her eyes. She'll join them on their travels to the next city, after that she'll just wander alone like before.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Can I come in...\" *He asked as he stood scratched his head a bit*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"No.\" *She said in the same flat tone as the first response. It was time like these that she questioned herself. If all people saw in her was the potential danger, why not give everyone what they wanted to see. It was exhausting trying to change the world's opinion. She was more than a Vampire.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well... Uhhh... Okay then. I guess I'll be going back to the stables. Not to make it sound like your property, but please don't go out if your the slightest hungry. Okay\" *He said as he left the depressed bundle in her room and went to the stables*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would be silently putting Carl back in the stalls, returning outside to notice Kibaru making his way back to the stables.*\"Manage to get the other two horseshoes?\"*He'd ask out to him as the Elf would near the fence line.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Nope\" *He said before pulling two horse shoes out of a bag* \"I have no idea what you're talking about\" *He said before handing them to him as he looked at Pitch*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would give a hidden roll of his eyes in his half amusement before taking the horseshoes and turning his gaze back towards where he had put Carl up for the night.*\"You planning on staying up to practice riding?\"*He'd ask, noticing how late it was getting. They were probably going to set out tomorrow either way, though he wasn't sure if Kibaru found need to before they set off seeing as this was still not the longest part of their travels.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Most definitely\" *He said before going to put the bag near Pitch before entering a little deeper and returning with a saddle* \"Mind helping me out to put this on then?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Sure thing.\"*He'd say, hopping over the fence and walking over to where Pitch was.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Thank you. After I'll help you put some new bling on carl\" *He said as his tails wagged from excitement* \"But I want you to teach me please. Not much use if I ask you to do this every time\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I think Carl could do without any more weight than he already carries.\"*Terrel would respond at the mention of Kibaru helping him to spruce his horse up. He could tell Okami was excited, much like a child getting to try something new. Though Terrel would only look on in half amusement as he'd see it no more than a task he often does.*\"Hand over the saddle. You can watch me do it then try it out for yourself.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I meant put the shoes on your horse\" *He said as he gave him the saddle as his tails wagged behind him. His voice was stable but his tails betrayed him*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well now I know you weren't paying attention the first time.\"*Terrel would jab back in a joking matter as he'd saddle up Pitch and gave her a light pat on the side.*\"All yours. I'll bring out Carl and fix him up, then we can go proper riding.\"*He'd say with a smirk.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Manon picked up her purple umbrella and walked out of her room at the in. She didn't say much in passing to the current bartender on duty as she left through the front door. Opening the umbrella and resting the wooden handle against her shoulder as she made her way towards the stables. She didn't really need the umbrella anymore as it was much later in the day, she just felt like using it. On multiple occasions she had to ask for directions or use the signs to guide her way to the stables. Eventually she made down but didn't see anyone with a blue tail or pink hair in the gated area. Leaning against the fence and figured she could wait to see if they returned or not, not knowing they were still fitting their horses.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yeah. I would love to finally take Pitch for a little run. And I bet she is just as exited\" *Pitch was indeed exited. Since the left she had clamed down, but now with the saddle on she seemed like the wanted to rip the post she was tied to off... But she didn't make much effort to escape, instead just waited. Kibaru would've watched Terrel closely as he saddled her up. Ge would then go with him to carl* \"I'll be looking this time when you put them on. Had to keep a certain someone in check last time\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*As Terrel would make his way over to Carl, he would prop the horses' leg up against his knee to begin work on removing and re-adding the new shoes. Carl would down at the two of them lazily, resting his head just above the fence post.*\"They're fully capable of keeping their own self in check if you let them.\"*Terrel would say in assuming who he was talking about from their earlier ride around the field.*\"You keep doing that, you're going to miss out on stuff that would be important later.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"What can I say. I'm a fast learner. And because of it I don't pay much attention. Shot my brother once because of that. Good thing he had something for the pain though. But man did I feel guilty\" *He said with a slight laugh* \"I shot him in the lower thigh, but it could have easily been mistaken for his ass\" *He looked carefully at what Terrel was doing. But he was curious* \"Why put horse shoes on though. Like don't they already have hooves for a reason?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"If you were a fast learner, you would have known how to do this several hours ago.\"*He'd say. As he listened to Kibaru telling the story about how he shot his brother in the thigh, the Elf would pause for a moment, suddenly letting out a bought of laughter as he'd allow Carl's foot to drop back on the ground.*\"Your siblings must have had a fun time with you.\"*He said.*\"Maybe they'll be grateful. What better way to build character than to come close to getting an arrow in the ass.\"*It took him sometime to suppress the laughter, shaking his head briefly as Kibaru asked why he was putting shoes on a horse.*\"The same reason why people wear shoes. We have feet to help us walk just fine, but after a while they'll start to get sore without the added protection. Horses can manage just fine without them, but since we ride them a lot it helps them to be able to walk for longer without the added pain and tearing.\"" }, { "author": "emberflare", "message": "\\ (are we poking fun at mistakes?\n\n\\ ( I hope she doesn't point out that a lot isn't allot" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yup. Though after a few years I ended up punching his face in... The asshole kind of deserved all of that\" *He said before switching to what Terrrel Said* \"So the metal is a modification because the carry more weight then what they should... Interesting\" *He said with a nod. What Terrel was doing was a little new to him and it wasn't his thing. But at least he was doing it four times*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I'm sure that definitely won't come back to bite you in the butt.\"*He'd say, carefully going through each of the individual hooves before eventually moving his hand beneath his mask to wipe at the sweat building from the line of his forehead. Moving around Carl, he would slowly begin detaching the saddlebags from the horse, causing Carl to shift his gaze to Terrel in what could be captured interest. Grabbing his lead, Terrel would say:*\"It'll be just like the farm tonight. Let's enjoy it.\"*Before eventually leading Carl out past the gate so his horse could test out the new shoes for a bit before trotting onwards.*\"Let's get some practice in.\"*He'd soon say to Kibaru.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Roger that\" *Kibaru said as he walked to the exited Pitch untying her. As he Put his foot in the horse slightly moved a bit and he almost fell over* \"Woah. Stand still girl\" *He said before actually getting on and giving a slight nudge with his feet to have her move* \"Easy now girl. Easy. Just a light walk\" *Pitch would give a little bit of a faster walk however walking around with her saddle not bothering her in the slightest* \"I knew this would work\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would mount up on Carl, giving him a light kick to the sides as he'd trot his horse out into the field where Kibaru was hopping up on Pitch, nearly falling the process. On the bright side, he's had a worst fall. Surely this was nothing to him. As he'd finally get on his horse, Terrel would tilt his head in one direction to signify that they should head off that way. He would glance across the field, spotting a small shape in the distance, holding an umbrella. From the accessory alone, it was much easier to tell who it was than otherwise, though Terrel would casually say to Kibaru:*\"I get the feeling we're being watched.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"You're making my blood run cold\" *Kibaru said in joking manner completely unaware of the situation. Kibaru would of course lead the way without any reason in particular. But he was more focus on observing the muscles of the horse as she started walking. She felt more fierce then Carl. Her breathing and size made him realize just how scary this creature actually was. He was lucky his first few rides was on a calmer horse such as Carl. Otherwise he might have started sweating with how scary this horse was. To think he wanted to buy and Elephant*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She couldn't help the smile that grew across her lips as she watched Okami ride his new horse. Sure it wasn't nearly as graceful as Terrel and Carl but still. Maybe she worried for nothing, she half expected Okami to fall and get hurt or possibly break an arm but she was glad that she was wrong. Working up the courage she cupped her right hand over her mouth before yelling out to the pair* \"You're doing great, Keep it up!!\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd turn his head back towards Kibaru, saying:*\"If we want to give them the extra freedom, we'll probably need more than this small field. I'd teach you how to jump a fence, but only if you think you're ready for it.\"*He'd say, shifting Carl into a faster gallop around the fence line.*" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Just run to the fence\" *He said with a nod* \"And hope Pitch can Jump... Or else I'm flying forwards?\" *He said as he observed Terrel*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Flying backwards more like. If they refuse to jump, they'll just panic throw you off their back.\"*He said, pulling at Carl's lead so that he could face the fence.*\"Just make sure she has enough time to see the fence so that she knows to jump it.\"*And with that, he'd snap Carl's reigns, galloping off towards the fence. In a single swift movement, Carl would race towards the fence, springing over it with more ease than usual. Perhaps the lack of saddlebags lightened the load for him.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Ok Pitch. You ready to finally run free for a bit\" *Pitch would answer would a snort. Be then did the same as Terrel did, though he gave a little less time for Pitch to see the fence, but she jump anyway. Probably knew this quite well with her stay here* \"Holly shit. That actually worked. Where we heading?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would glance back at him, a grin formulating on his face as Kibaru made the jump.*\"How about we see where the two want to take us.\"*He'd yell back at him over the thrumming of hooves, mostly as a joke.*\"We'll loop around town for a bit then get back before it gets too dark to see anything.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Sounds like a plan, I guess first we'll take it slow. After I want to see just what this little girl has to show... I think she also wants to show what she has\" *He said as he gave her a few pats on the side*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd give a slight snort at the thought of taking it slow. This was the first time in ages where he had the chance to just ride freely.*\"Take it slow? Hah! I'll see you on the other side of town Okami.\"*He'd say as he allowed Carl to gallop onwards, the horse moving with newfound speed as he dashed off. Terrel didn't mind Okami going at his own rate. He trusted the Kemonomimi to be able to remember what he was told about keeping his horse calm and knowing how to slow them down whenever they ran off too fast. Perhaps now it was time to see just how fast of a learner he was. With how dark it was getting outside, it didn't take long for Terrel to become harder to see in the distance he was creating, the only real thing highlighting him being that of his bright pink hair.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Let's go girl. Let's have some fun\" *He said with a smirk and a kick in the sides to get her galloping behind Terrel. Within a few seconds he would catch up* \"Like I said. Taking it slow. Before I leave you in my dust\" *He joked as his bright blue tails became really visible in this night as pitch almost vanished under him*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Oh yeah? We'll see about that Rookie.\"*He said jokingly as he gave a kick to Carl's side before lowering himself down on the horse. Tightening his grip on his Carl, he'd go into a sharper turn as they'd begin running a loop around the outskirts of the city. It was rather nice with the sun near setting, illuminating the rest of the town. Terrel couldn't help but grin childishly. Memories of fun times he supposed. His hair would flow against the wind behind him, threatening to come undone from the hair tie he held it in while the edges of his mask allowed a cool breeze to draft towards his covered face. Horse riding, one thing that'll never get old.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would imamate Terrel and Go down low as well. Giving a snap on the reins for Pitch to go faster and so she did. He kept just well behind Terrel, Keeping a little distance for safety, but not falling to far back*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would glance back, noticing Kibaru keeping just behind him. Giving a pat to Carl's side, he'd murmur:*\"Just a loop around the town, then back to the stables.\"*Of course Carl didn't understand these instructions, only able to follow the basic cues Terrel gave him. The Elf would lead them into a wide arc around the city, passing by the different buildings and stores as he circled around them, occasionally glancing back to make sure Okami was keeping up.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would follow just behind carl. Trying his best to keep his horse running at the same pace. It was a good thing Terrel Decided to only take on loop. Kibaru however decided that he was going to give Pitch a real workout to her core*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would make his way around the final curve of town, the stables reappearing past the other buildings in the distance as he'd get Carl to speed back up again upon getting around the turn. His hooves pounded against the ground, his breathing able to be heard as he dashed across the final stretch before Terrel would eventually, give a light tug at the reigns, sitting back upright as he'd bring Carl into a slow stop.*\"Woah there...\"*He'd say, coming back up to the fences before giving Carl a light pat.*\"Easy...\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would however now Speed up* \"Time to see what you can really do. Huh. Pitch\" *He said before slapping the reins and giving another kick. They both would speed past the Stables, Though with the light growing dim, Only his tails was really visible along with the stomping of hooves as they zipped passed. This made Kibaru exited. Giving him and Adrenaline rush from the speed. Pitch was breathing heavily, but she was quite happy to finally run her lungs out like it was something she was born to do*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would watch him run by, shaking his head in amusement.*\"Don't wear her out too much!\"*He'd yell out to him.*\"We have a lot of traveling tomorrow!\"*Terrel would dismount from Carl, walking along the fence line before eventually tying him up onto one of the posts.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Manon had moved over to the bench aright after they leapt the fence and went for a walk around the town. The umbrella Okami gifted her was resting neatly on her lap as the sunlight was no longer an issue now. She took an interest at the dirt underneath her fingernails in her time alone, flicking the dirt back onto the ground. She heard the sound of hooves before she saw, which caused her to stand up and look around. She was rather surprised to see Okami speeding back at the speed he was, he certainly didn't look like a novice rider.* \n*She made her way to the nearby well first, filling a bucket of water that she would give to the horses. She had to use both hands to carry the heavy bucket over to Terrel before pouring half the contents into Carl's water bowl.* \"Certainly seems like he got the hang of it.\" *She said to Terrel as she poured the water into Pitch's bowl next.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Carl would trot over the short distance his lead allowed him to go, eyeing Manon nervously as he'd lower his head to drink the water while making sure to keep watch of her after the skirmish before. Terrel would lean against the fence as he'd silently watch the vampire, soon turning his gaze away to look out into the field as she'd bring up how Kibaru was doing. It was more of a surprise that she saw reason to speak to him after the long day of silence, leaving him not having much to say back to her since the day before. For a moment he stood there in silence, debating between responding while Manon took the time to fill up watch for Pitch to have whenever they got back.*\"Yeah...\"*He'd eventually say in a low tone.*\"He's a fast learner... I'll give him that at least...\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"That poor horse is going to be exhausted by the time we leave.\" *She didn't really know if they were planning to stay tomorrow or leave tomorrow. She figured that the entrance of the stable was a good enough spot to place the bucket. It was pretty visible if anyone needed to find it, if she remembered she would place it back near the well of course. Glancing at Carl for a few seconds before turning to face Terrel.* \"Does Carl eat anything specific like Pitch does or is hay just fine?\" *She never really tended to horses before. It wasn't like they were found in the forest that she hid.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"He'll learn the hard way...\"*He would say, not turning to look back.*\"We'll just end up having to haul a tired horse around with us tomorrow whenever we head to Salvania.\"*He'd run his fingers just below his mask, rubbing at his face before he'd finally stand back upright.*\"Hay is fine...\"*The Elf would finally say before glancing over at Carl as the horse would lift his head away from the water.*\"He'll get a treat tomorrow morning before I put the bags back on him for travel.\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She walked over to pick up a pitch fork that was leaning against the stable walls. The sound of metal dragging against the ground could be heard as she walked towards a stack of hay on the other side of where she was. Grasping the pitchfork in both hands as she stabbed into rather large chunk of hay. She had to use all he strength to lift it from the ground, her arms shaking as she exerted all her energy. She dropped the hay in front Carl, using the pitch fork to scoot the dead grass closer to the wall. She decided to take half of Carl's hay and place it into Pitch's stall. After that was done she sank onto the ground, clearly burnt out from doing just that alone.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would watch her for a while as she'd head over to lay out some hay for the two horses to enjoy before sitting back down in exhaustion, his gaze slowly lowering as she sank to the ground.*\"You know you'll exhaust yourself too at this rate.\"*He'd say. It wasn't like he hadn't tuckered his own self out with all the field work he had been doing the whole day, though he didn't show it as much. Most likely more used to it despite going some time without being able to work on his farm back at home. Carl's eyes would slowly close as he would seemingly drift off while standing up, Terrel would rub at the horse's side, almost coaxing him to get some rest for now before he'd have to take him into the stables for the night.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"I suppose that wouldn't be a bad thing. I'm pretty active during the nights anyways so hopefully burning out will fix it.\" *Truth be told, being dragged all over town during the day already burnt her out. The aching in her legs, the soreness in her feet. Even her eyes felt strained from squinting all day due to the sunlight. Her back found a support beam for the stable and she pressed up against it, her head resting against the beam as well. She still had the pitchfork which was laying on the ground between her legs, her hands gripping it loosely near the top of the handle.* \"I don't think I'll be nearly as exhausted as Pitch and I don't think Okami ever runs out of energy.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"He does... Just not when you want him to.\"*The Elf would say before giving a light chuckle.*\"He can be awake one moment and off to sleep the next...\"*Terrel would lightly push himself away from fence, taking out his hair tie now that he no longer had to worry about doing any more work for the night.*\"Tomorrow will probably be a hard day of traveling for all of us... But at least we'll have enough supplies for camping out... Cities can get pretty busy during the day...\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"I suppose we should rescue Pitch.\" *Using the support beam to help herself back onto her feet. Walking over to a tool rack and placing the pitch fork where she thought it was supposed to go. Then she took the pitchfork out of it's slot and flipped it so the forks were not face level with her anymore. Realizing the potential accident that could occur if the forks were pointing upwards. She stepped outside briefly and located Okami and his new mount.* \"Alright speedy! We might not be able to get Pitch to come with us at this rate!\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*After a while the stomping hooves would be audible and soon Kibaru's Tails would to.* \"Woah there!\" *He said as he pulled on the exhausted horses reins* \"Man she's fast. I'm basically freezing right about now\" *He said as he was a little out of breath himself. Pitch was quite happy to finally be having been ridden to the point of exhausted* \"Good girl. You were excellent\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"It's getting late.\"*He'd say as Okami came to an eventual stop near them.*\"We should let em get some rest for the night. Carl over here about to pass out.\"*The Elf would gesture over towards the dozing horse left tied to the fence, eventually walking over to untie Carl and quietly wake him up so that he could be moved over to the stables.*\"Manon left some food and water for Pitch.\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She picked up the bucket and walked over to the well. Attaching it to rope and lowered it down to the water below. She tried to pull it up before it filled completely but the water filled the bucket too fast. She gave a small sigh, of course. She unhooked the bucket and brought it over again to the stables. She lifted the bucket up to her chest but struggled to keep it there for very long.* \"I brought you two... Some water.\" *Her arms clearly shaking as she struggled to keep the bucket high enough*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Sigh. Give me that\" *He said patting her head before taking the bucket* \"Thank you, Manon\" *He then pored the bucket out in Pitch's Water bow* \"Here you go beautiful. You really did great. Thank you\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would take Carl inside the stables, leading him past the gate before closing it behind him and giving him a pat.*\"Night Carl...\"*He'd say.*\"Rest well...\"*The Elf would turn away from the horse, exiting back out of the stables while he waited for Kibaru to finish tending to his own horse.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Manon watched as Okami overfilled Pitch's already full bowl. Was the water she just placed not good enough or was it some ritual he did. Deciding not to say anything. In passing she looked at Terrel with a curious look, wondering if he knew something about what just happened. Just before she left the stable doors she turned around and gave a bow to both Pitches and Carl in farewell, hoping they both get their much needed rest.* \"How are you feeling Okami? How's Pitch doing with running now that you've freed her?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Much better. Though she needs to get use to running again.\" *He said as he looked at the satisfied horse gulping down the water and eating her food* \"It felt like she wanted to run more but her body wasn't quite use to it just yet. So some training would be just what she wants.\" *He would continue to pat the horse firmly*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would give a light shrug as Manon would look over to him, clearly not having much of a clue either. With Kibaru speaking about his horse needing training, Terrel would say:*\"She can get all the training she needs on the road tomorrow. I think we've drawn enough attention to ourselves in this town.\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"You two must be starving, shall we head back to the Inn?\" *She suggested to the two males, Even she could use a bite or two of actual food. Blood wasn't the only thing she needed to survive after all. Normally she would need to hunt down another animal to feed off of but feeding off of Okami definitely sedated her urges for far longer. She supposed by the time she woke up tomorrow she would need to feed once again.* \"I'm excited to taste Okami cooking, what kind of Vegetable dishes do you know?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I know a few. But I did promise someone some potatoes\" *He said before giving Pitch a few taps before tying her down* \"For now. I think I'm going to spare my ingredients. So let's grab something to eat at Inn\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would give a light nod before he would his gaze back towards town and would begin heading off in that direction. At least he would get a good night's rest tonight, though it seemed like he'll have to train the pups on the road again or at the very least whenever they set up camp.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Manon followed closely behind Terrel. She wasn't sure if Okami wanted to spend time alone with his horse or not. Potatoes did sound lovely to the healer and wondered if Terrel was the one promised to receive.* \"Did he promise you potatoes or was he talking about his horse?\" *She said from behind him, she couldn't help but imagine steaming potatoes with fresh cheese layered on top. Whenever she did accept coin from selling her plants, that was her go to.* \"Do you know what kind of dishes the people of these lands eat, or is it the same as Tunuar and Suimer?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Part of Terrel was confused as to why she asked, considering he had mentioned it earlier to Okami before they had left the forest. Perhaps she simply wasn't listening, which at this point didn't seem to surprise him too much. She seemed content in doing her own thing as did he at times.*\"Could be both.\"*He decided to say in a more thoughtful tone.*\"Sure, he promised me, but then again... He tends to like to spoil pets... And whether or not they're his own doesn't matter to him.\"*Of course it was truthful as it was. Even in their first meeting Kibaru kept feeding Floof before trying to get Terrel to pay for the meat he had chosen to give away to the pup. It was annoying at the time, though the Pig Elf quickly discovered just how much the Okami liked to joke and make things up as he went.*\"Okami is better off answering that.\"*He'd say towards her final question. The Elf was new to this place as she was, having not really visited Prasia and even then, it wasn't like he had that diverse of eating habits to care enough for all the different dishes they had.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"It was for Terrel. And It's true. I do like treating pet\" *He said before laughing to himself a little. He was just thinking of how he's treating Manon as well and how he asked if she was another stray and it was funny to him* \"Pitch just likes sour things... Well as treats anyhow. Just how some people treat their horses to carrots and apples. To much though isn't good for her. It also has to be the kind that doesn't bare seeds and other more junky stuff inside. Or they could choke on it\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"I suppose I could go look for some sour fruits when we're on the road. They shouldn't be too hard to-\" *Maybe they wouldn't have been hard to find if she was back in the forest. Manon realized that she has absolutely no idea what to expect once they leave.* \"I'll try to look at least.\" *She said quietly, not wanting to make a promise she couldn't keep. She opened the door to the Inn first and held it open for Terrel who was directly behind her at the time. The Healer wasted no time in finding a free booth before sliding closet to the wall. She would much rather have one of the other two be on the outside, it felt safer that way.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*As they made their way back to the Tavern, he would watch as Manon would hold the door open for him, soon placing his hand on it to hold it while she went to go find a seat for them before heading inside after and taking a seat across from her in the booth. He'd lean back against the seat, letting out a tired sigh as he could finally relax a little with how long the day went on for.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would follow after them into the Tavern, but he would first go to the tavern keep and place another order for himself before going to sit at the table his party was at* \"Right. I'm guessing none of you are hungry?\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"I'll just pick at your plate, you didn't seem to mind last time.\" *She patted the seat beside her as she scooted closer to the wall. She then turned her attention to Terrel* \"What's the plan for tomorrow morning?\" *Before waiting for a reply she turned her attention to Okami.* \"I, uh. Think I'll be hungry tomorrow.\" *She said, feeling ashamed of herself for admitting that she needed to feed.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Noticing her shift in mood he would nod as he understood. He was not going to continue push or tease her just yet* \"Ok then. I guess I'll treat you tomorrow. We'll try one cup and see how that ends up, Ok?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel's eyes would be partially closed, unbeknownst to them as he'd lean his head against the seat.*\"I'll be fine until the morning...\"*He'd say in response to Okami before falling silent again soon after as if he were in a light doze. Being asked what tomorrow's plan was, Terrel would say:*\"We'll head out before noon... Any last minute thing we need before leaving, we should get already.\"*He'd rest his hands on his lap, listening to the two's conversation about Manon being hungry again tomorrow while Okami responded back, seemingly having a plan for it. He supposed he could have gone ahead and got what he suggested to Manon earlier, though with things being settled between the two, it probably wouldn't be his problem for a while.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She nodded to Okami, She didn't really remember when they grabbed a cup but trusted it was done while she was looking the either direction.* \"Shouldn't we find a bed for him?\" *She asked Okami as she noticed that Terrel hadn't moved much since sitting.* \"Was the room I slept in last night still open for us, how many nights did you pay for?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Three nights at first. But I guess that extra night will be a tip to the keep\" *He said with a shrug not really caring much about it* \"And Terrel is fine. He's not exactly the fellow to fall asleep like that. He's just tired and doesn't have anything to say right now... That or he couldn't be bother to say anything right now. I don't mind it though. Though if I continue saying anything about him and we'll get a sarcastic remark from him.\" \n\n*He then stretched his arms before he went to go get his food* \"Here we go. Dig in I guess. If you want some two. You can take some Terrel.\" *He said with a visible smile now that his mask was moved up a bit so he could start eating*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*There would be a long moment of silence from him, almost as if he actually had fallen sleep, though that wasn't the case, instead merely listening to their conversation as they spoke about him.*\"Guess someone is a fast learner.\"*He'd say with a smug look appearing on his face at the Kemonomimi's comments. There was one good thing about wearing the mask and that was others not being able to tell when he was attentive or not. Still though, they were right about him being tired at least. Maybe it would be best to head to bed soon. Being told to dig in, Terrel didn't find himself being bothered with opening his eyes, deciding to rest them for the time being.*\"What did you get?\"*He'd eventually ask him.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Allot of dumplings\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Manon leaned over as she stole almost all the fruit off his plate. One after another she placed one of the assorted berries into her mouth. She was planning on taking more from his plate before Terrel spoke up. She figured she could lay off in case the pig man wanted to some food too. It was rather strange to feel secure in the corner, a feeling of security as she was surrounded by two people who were undoubtedly stronger than she was.* \n\"I slept in the bed last night if you want to get some actual rest. It'll be a while before I feel tired. Seeing the moon always gives me a second wind.\"\n*Times like these are when Manon wished she had money, The food was delicious to her taste buds. Having a bath felt wonderful as well and so did sleeping in the bed. She felt guilty as the doctors need the money to treat people, it didn't feel right to be selfish when others are hurt somewhere.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would open an eye, reaching over to take one of the dumplings and eat away at it, deciding to let them have the rest of it. At the mention of sleeping in bed until whenever Manon felt tired enough to go to sleep for the night.*\"It's fine.\"*He'd say between bites.*\"I have my own room. Typically they all come with a bed.\"*Of course he couldn't help but make the sarcastic comment, though most of it at this point was drawing from him being half sleep. He'd eventually finish his dumpling before finally sitting up more in his seat.*\"I should go check on the pups... They've been here alone all day...\"*The Elf would eventually say before getting up to dismiss himself and turning away to head to the rooms.*" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"You can have some dumplings. Their not all filled with meat. Like the one Terrel had.\" *The dumplings was stack in a pyramid of 4 layers* \"The bottom layer is full on meat though. So enjoy\" *He said as he gestured to his basically vegan friends. It made him kind of sad how no one really seemed to like meat as much as he did*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"Thank you.\" *She said quietly, her right hand reaching forward and peeling one of the dumplings from the top most layer. She felt a little apologetic as she split the dumpling in half to check the inside properties. Thankfully Okami wasn't lying which made her feel even worse for not trusting him right away. She made quick work of the dumplings, not realizing how hungry she was for such delicious food. A hand lifted to cover her mouth as she chewed her food until she was all finished.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would move his mask up a little more and give Manon a 'Seriously...'-look. Before he continued eating* \"I don't understand why you're all so opposed to eating meat. Especially you. Terrel is just weird, but what about you though?\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"I already have my hand in the circle of life, If it weren't for my... 'condition' I wouldn't hurt animals at all.\" *She started to draw small circles on the table with her index finger, there wasn't much else she could say about why she didn't want meat.* \"Last I checked, I'm weird too.. Besides that just means there is more for you, right?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"No. I like to share. Also, the odds of meat spoiling increases because there is more left. And how come you have a problem taking the life of an animal, yet you don't mind taking the life of plants? Do you see plants to have lesser value?\" *He asked genuinely confused about it. He was always though that taking the life of any, whether plant, animal or human was all the same.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"Well plants don't tal- er..\" *She stole a glance at Okami before looking away, ready for the judgement to be laid down upon her much like Terrel had done.* \"Nearly all the plants will grow away, if plants died and never came back then I would be more hesitant. But a single tree can produce apples for years. I'm not killing the tree, I'm picking the fruit.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"The try doesn't grow the apples so you can eat them. It grows it to spread it's seed. The fruit around the seed acts like fertilizer. Animal feed plans and plants them. Humans have grow to a point where we are part of natures eco system. If we don't kill and eat animals, they'll populate to much and cause an unbalance within nature where the plants die out and with no plants, so does the herbivores. Don't get me wrong. I don't just kill. I take care and bread my own amount of plants and animals to make up for what I take. And one day I will return what I borrowed back to the earth I lent it from\" *He said before tilting his head a bit as he looked at her as he wondered how she has such a different point of view then what he does*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"Do you always try and convert people to eat meat?\" *She asked a little coldly, If she could leave the booth she would've by now. But she was trapped in the corner with Okami seated on the end. She definitely would've enjoyed Terrel's present right now, he might've chimed in with his own witty response. She worked up the courage to look Okami in the face, hopefully he would pick up on how uncomfortable she felt now.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I'm not. Just trying to understand the view of of other people. I am not quite understanding the reason, but if you don't like talking about it I guess I'm with that too\" *He said as he continued to eat his food with a smile as he enjoyed it*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"I can hear animals talk, up until the moment I kill them. I hear their panicked pleases and somber cries. That's why.\" *Manon leaned forward and placed her cheek against the cold hard table. She already made the mistake of telling Terrel that she could understand animals. If only there was a way to... There was a way to prove that she wasn't crazy and she would prove it at the stables after everyone got some rest. She could almost imagine Terrel using exhaustion as an excuse to why he could understand his companions.* \"I have a gift to show you tomorrow, you and Terrel.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Something I honestly could do without. I feel enough guilt taking a live. If I could hear them talk I think I would go vegan too I think\" *He said as he shivered a bit at the thought of it* \"No thank you\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"As you wish. Terrel and I will talk to Pitch for you then. Who knows if he'll make anything up though.\" *She wouldn't put it past Terrel to tease his companion, possibly saying Pitch was just simply unhappy.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I mean, I don't mind talking to pitch. But like talking to what I'm about to kill... Unless it's human, I would rather not\" *He said as he clarified*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"Yeah well you'll have the luxury of the spell turning off. Unlike myself, I always get to hear. Terrel judges me for crying when I feed on rabbits but he doesn't understand.\" *She reached over and picked another dumpling from his plate, splitting it open to make sure it was also a vegetable filled treat.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"But now you have me\" *He said with a smile* \"You won't hear me complaining much about it and I sure hope you don't cry about it\" *He then patted her head* \"And I guess you won't hear the voices of the blood you do get\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"You were complaining this morning!\" *Sitting up straight to give Okami the most incredulous look. Her brows pushed together and her mouth slightly open as she caught him lying.* \"Weren't you complaining about how exhausted you felt, you almost ate the tavern out of business!\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Obviously it's going to after I've had some sleep\" *He said as he would shake his head as if it was obvious as he continued eating the meat dumpling leaving a dumpling on the side, seemingly it was a vegetable dumpling* \"So tomorrow morning I'll give you some food. Want it in your room or when we leave towns?\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"Uhm. When we leave town. I'd like it if Terrel was there.\" *She paused for a few seconds before saying something under her breath, something along the lines of \"In case I don't stop\". It was a fear of hers, that she would just keep going and going. Fresh blood tasted divine, it felt better than a good night's rest and even the act of consuming was a pleasure in itself.* \"I just want a third person to be there, okay?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"What you think I'm not going to be able to stop you. Also. You're not drinking directly. I bought you a cup for good reason. I first want to get you're lust under control then we'll see about the drinking directly. Okay?\" *He said before finishing his food only leaving one dumpling left* \"You can have that one. Kind of full\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"Either a third person is there or I won't do it. It's nothing about you and it's entirely about me. I don't trust myself, especially around blood from a person.\" *She didn't bother explaining how different animal and people blood was. If blood from an animal was enough to make her lose track of time and fill her with satisfaction. Blood from a person did so much more than that. She reached forward and picked up the last dumpling before breaking it open in her hands. Soon she was shovelings the contents into her mouth.*" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well what ever. I doesn't matter to me. Either way, I'm losing blood.\" *He said with a sight before leaning back in his chair satisfied with the food he ate*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"We can talk more about it in the morning, we should get some rest.\" *She didn't want to climb onto the floor and into the other booth to get out. Besides he would need the rest for tomorrow. She moved closer to Okami, hopefully convincing him to let her escape the corner.* \"Let's get you into bed.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Really want me rested and fresh, huh?\" *He said before jugging his milk and standing up. He would give his dishes to the keep before heading over to his room*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"You're going to need it.\" *She passed him as he returned his dishes, making it to her own room before sliding into bed. She still didn't feel tired but maybe if she laid for long enough she'd simple fall asleep. She looked at the corner of her room and kept a mental note of where the Umbrella was, she'd be needing that tomorrow too.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would do a few simple exercise before going of to sleep himself*\n\n```The following morning:```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*As time would pass with the sun gradually making its way back over the horizon to signify early morning, Terrel would have made his way out of his room to head down for some breakfast. His trio of wolves would follow at his heels, each of them bumping into one another in their excitement of finally being able to go somewhere else. He'd go and order some food, eventually finding a table to sit at meantime while he waited for it to come in with his wolves making use of the space beneath the table for the time being.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would wake as well with a long stretch. He would get up with half closed eyes, head down to the tavern, order some food and go sit next to Terrel* \"Morning man\" *He said as he laid his head on the table as he was still waking up*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Manon was still fast asleep, she laid awake for hours before finally drifting into slumber. She wasn't even laying in the bed the right way. She some how turned the other way and slept the short length of the bed, her arms dangling off the side of the bed. Her shirt was pulled up to her stomach as the result of endless tossing and turning. All the pillows where scattered across the floor and the same for her blanket.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Morning Okami.\"*He'd respond, leaning back in his chair as he'd fold his hands across his torso.*\"Sleep well?\"*The Elf would question jokingly upon seeing the Kemonomimi resting his head on the table. With Manon absent as well, he must not have been the only tired one here, but at least they still had some time before heading off to the stables.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Just give me some food and a few minutes and I'll be as chipper as ever\" *He said before giving a long yawn* \"Long sleep tends to make me to sleepy. My body just want more than what I need\" *He said with a sigh* \"Just wake me up if I fall asleep\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"What are you, a bear?\"*He'd question at the mention of long sleep. The food would eventually arrive at the table, seemingly a plate made of honey glazed biscuits and seeing as Kibaru was practically dozing on the table, the Elf would decide to eat at the them while he waited for Manon to come down.*\"Hopefully bread works for you.\"*He'd say as he swallowed down a mouthful.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Can I have some while I wait\" *At the sight of the food he shot up and all of his exhaustion just disappeared in a flash* \"I don't just eat meat you know\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Go ahead.\"*He'd say with a light shrug, taking a couple more biscuits for himself before leaving the rest of the plate for Okami.*\"Maybe you can go wake Manon up after so that she doesn't sleep the whole morning away.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I will do that after I my food gets here then\" *He said as he started eating with his tails wagging happily*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would give a light nod, relaxing back in his seat while Kibaru ate at the biscuits with more excitement than the pig could have this early in the morning. He'd shift his gaze towards the rest of the tavern, silently eyeing the other people as they passed by.*" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru wouldn't eat all the food. Just a small bit. He would stand up to go get his food and place it on the table* \"Guess I'll go wake our night owl then\" *He said as he went to her room. He would give a firm knock on the door* \"Manon. Time to wake up!\" *He said quite loudly*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*The most the loud knock and shouting did was cause her to stir a little. Manon was currently locked in a dream of when she was younger, before she was bitten and turned into a Vampire. When she was learning things in school like an ordinary girl. She remember eating her mother's homecooking. Back then she did eat meat and didn't think twice about it either. It was a nice dream of much simpler times.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would open the door slowly and peek in. If it was safe, He would go in and poke her cheek a bit* \"Come one sleepy head. Wake up before my food gets cold\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She only shifted again in her sleep. If pounding on a door wasn't enough to jolt her away, a finger against her cheek was objectively less. It was clear she hasn't slept in an actual bed all that often. When they had first met, she was sleeping against a tree.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Hey Manon, wake up\" *He said as he would now slowly shake her from side to side on her shoulder* \"My foods getting cold\" *He said in a whiny tone. If she did not wake he would resort to blowing into her ears and face*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She grumbled as he shook her, shifting once at the disturbance. Eventually her eyelids opened just a little, not even half way. Eventually they made it to the half-way mark. She struggled focus on anything in particular, the sweet warmth of slumber threatening to pull her back to sleep. She had to will her arms underneath her until she was semi-propped up on her elbows* \"H-Huh?\" *She said in a very sleepy, very exhausted sounding tone*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Let's-Go-Eat\" *He said slowly to her as he offered a hand to help her up*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She placed her hand on top of his and that was as much as she was willing to do in her attempt to wake up.* \"So. Tired.\" *She told him. Why couldn't they just leave at night when she was awake? Why the morning, why in the sun? Sighing loudly as she sat up on her bed. Bed-head was an understatement for Manon.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Come on sleepy head. Fix yourself and come join us when you're done.\" *He said as he stood by the door*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She didn't say anything as she slowly stood from her bed. The first place she went to was the bathroom where she splashed water on herself. It did the job for the most part, she no longer felt like laying back down. She didn't have a change of clothing so she grabbed her umbrella, staff, and basket before leaving. Manon felt a little bad about leaving the room scattered but she thought they were leaving this very moment.*\n\n*She descended the stairs with heavy steps, using the railing to guide herself down. Her hair was still an absolute mess as she staggered her way to their table and took the spot next to Terrel. Propping her chin with her palm was the most she could do to keep herself from putting her head down on the table.* \"Sorry that I'm late\" *She yawned.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Second time today one of you guys came down here half asleep.\"*He'd point out as Manon came to sit down at the table, clearly having been woken up from deep slumber. Terrel would decide to eat at the rest of the biscuits he had, chewing at the sweet bread for the time being.*\"If I didn't know any better, I'd figure the both of you were up all night, despite knowing full well we were traveling today.\"*Terrel would swallow down the last of his biscuits, letting out a satisfied sigh before he'd lean back in his seat. At least they were both up now. Only thing to do now was to make sure they didn't fall asleep mid-travel.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I was just a little tired from yester day is all... I woke up on my own and not much longer after you\" *Kibaru said as he sat down at the group and started eating his food with wagging tails. It was soup with allot of bread* \"Feel free to grab some bread and put it in the soup\" *His bow was quite large*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Manon looked from Terrel to Okami, it was taking her far longer to process what they were saying due to how exhausted she still was.*\n \"I couldn't sleep. I'm not made for sleeping during the night.\" \n*She groaned, dark circles were under her eyes. Slowly her head turned to the plate, her hand reaching for some of the bread as she eyed the soup. Since Okami enjoys eating meat and the soup went unspecified, she just ate the bread plain. Giving him gratitude in the form of a small 'thank you' once she was finished swallowing.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"At any rate we should still be able to make it out before noon.\"*He'd say to the two of them with their reasoning for being so tired.*\"Hopefully the horses are still feeling energetic today after the ride last night.\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Manon let out another yawn.* \"I suppose you could ask them yourselves when we get there.\" *Another piece of bread slipped into her mouth as she consumed food. Unfortunately it wasn't what she was craving though. Normally she would've needed to feed on something every day. She managed to skip an entire day without feeling hungry. Even now the hunger wasn't too bad, she could wait a few hours still.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Not waiting until noon. I'm rearing to go and will carry Manon if necessary\" *He said as he continued to eat his food*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"I think we did that once before, I'll keep up.\" *Not entirely found of the idea of being carried.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Best be getting ready to go then.\"*He'd say as he would stand up. Turning to look at Manon with her comment of asking the horses themselves, he'd respond with:*\"True, but it wouldn't tell me any more than what I can see.\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Sighing as she too stood from the booth, The only way for Terrel to leave was through her anyways. Once on her feet she backed away from the booth to allow him to leave.* \"Maybe but it wouldn't hurt.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would quickly finish his food* \"Ok Let's go then\" *He said before quickly jogging back to the back to grab his stuff coming back out with an invisible small behind the mask* \"Ready to go\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She was the first person to make it to the tavern door, her hand reaching out to open the heavy door. As she passed through the door frame, both candles that were positioned on either side of the door went out. Not a single gust of wind could've snuffed the flames. The only thing that happened was Manon leaving the tavern. She didn't see or notice the fire going out, maybe the two men noticed though.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would head out after her, oblivious to any strange happenings with most of his focus pertaining to heading towards the stables for now. Maybe on the road he could try getting further in the book he started. Seeing him depart, his trio of wolves would follow after him, Floof keeping at his side while he exited.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would soon follow as well. The candles doing out was unexplainable, so he just blamed it on the wind. He would follow silently as his tails sagged slightly*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Manon placed her plams together for a few seconds, almost as if she was praying. A faint green aura glowed around both her hands. She assumed Terrel wouldn't mind but Okami had mentioned something about not wanting to hear animals. Her palm pressed against Terrel's chest as she gave him the ability to talk to animals for a very short period of time. Her other hand hovered in front of Okami's chest.* \"Do you want to know what Pitch sounds like?\" *She asked, waiting for confirmation from the Okamimi.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would slowly come to a stop as she rested her palm against him, unable to feel it beneath the plated armor. He'd look down at her with masked confusion.*\"What's this about?\"*Of course it couldn't be healing of any sort, without there being anything to heal really. Instead he merely had to go off of context clues with the Vampiress asking Kibaru if he wanted to hear Pitch. She wasn't actually serious was she?*" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru stared at her for a bit* \"How long will it last? Will she understand me? Can I control the voices I hear? Will I speak like a horse? Will I still be able to understand other languages?\" *Kibaru seemed full of questions and some concern as well. This did just come out of the blue for him and he was kind of unsure*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Manon tilted her head at all the questions. To be fair, she didn't know the answer to half of these questions, She had never gifted beast speak before and it wasn't like hers turned off.* \"I dont know. Yes. I don't know. Probably not. I don't think so.\" *Maybe she should've thought about these questions before applying the effects to Terrel..*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would look down at her in silence. If her ability to talk to animals really was just magic, then she really must not know much about her own capabilities. Perhaps there was a feeling of doubt in the pig as, for all he knew, the magic touch didn't do anything, but there was only one real way to find out at this rate.*\"We should probably get to the stables.\"*He'd eventually say, looking away from the healer to focus on the path. 'Preferably before we all look crazy, babbling on about talking to animals while wearing animal themed masks.' He'd think to himself.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"That's allot of uncertainties. Guess there's only one way to find out, huh?\" *He said with a casual shrug*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She placed her other glowing palm against Okami's chest before leading the way. Come to think about it, this was the first time she was in the lead.* \"It'll be fine, I do it all the time.\" *As she took the final left and found herself standing in front of the stables.* \"Go say hi.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*'That's what I'm worried about.' The Elf would think to himself as she told them to not worry. Following after her, he'd eventually make out the fencing that marked the stables. He'd gaze over towards where horses were kept, tilting his head in the direction of it to notify Kibaru before he'd walk over to it. It felt strange almost. Sounds of what would usually be that of huffing horses and distant whinnies, now came to him almost like quiet conversation and mutterings. He'd shake his head to and fro at the noise, not planning on thinking crazy today as he'd head inside to go grab Carl.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yeah, now that I think about, My social anxiety decided to show itself. I think it best if I rather didn't\" *He said as he turned around*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Manon let out a laugh. Social anxiety from the one who told a random girl a story. She walked behind Okami before placing both her palms against his back and giving him a light push towards the stables.* \"You're the one who was excited to leave, Pitch is waiting for you~\" *She coo'd almost as if the horse was his lover.* \"Ignore the other horses, kinda.. They've been stuck for a while and they're feeling... Sad.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would make his way over to the stables, the voices seeming to grow silent at his approach to his own horse. Opening the gate to the fencing he was in, the Elf would grab his lead, feeling the burning gaze of the other horses on him as he would guide Carl outside. The horse seemed to be silent for now, but what was the Elf supposed to say to him exactly?*\"You're... Not going to start talking to me are you...?\"*He'd question the horse in a low tone while they walked. Carl would merely look back at him for a while, almost causing a sigh of relief in the Elf only for Carl to respond with:*\"Are you talking to me?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would would look at her* \"I might just buy them all and just set the free again if I hear their plead\" *He said almost as if crying. He wasn't exactly someone that would abide by the law and he has often cause allot of trouble, but he was really unsure* \"I really don't know if I'm ready\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"Welcome to my world, maybe you'll understand why I don't eat meat.\" *She gave him a more forceful push now that he started to empathize with what she has hear all the time. Hearing them being trapped in the stables wasn't even the worst of it, he could use his imagination when it came to her feedings.* \"On the bright side, Pitch might be very thankful.\" *She gave up on pushing Okami and went to go check up on Terrel and Carl.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would stand frozen for a moment as his gaze whirled towards his horse. A hidden look of bewilderment beneath his mask.*\"You... You actually talk-\"*Terrel would say in his mix of surprise and confusion. What kind of magic allowed animals to speak? The Elf didn't know. He hardly ever knew these days. His horse would look back at him, almost matching some of his confusion.*\n\n\"I didn't know you could speak horse-\"*He'd whinny back to the Elf. A grin would appear on Terrel's face, more childish than malicious as he'd pat his horse's snout.*\"Then either we're both crazy or the other Elf was actually right.\"*He'd say to Carl.*\n\n\"Well I already know you're crazy.\"*The horse would say.*\"Those little stunts you try to pull... Let me just say, they aren't always a fun time-\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*The moment Manon walked over she heard the last portion of what the horse said and instantly turned around. She wanted nothing to do with any of that conversation. Arguments with animals were always.. Complicated. So instead she made her way back to Okami, grabbing him by his arm and slowly leading him towards the stables.* \"It'll be fine.\" *She said with much less confidence, hoping Pitch didn't have her two cents to say to Okami.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would look at Pitch for a bit before going* \"Sup\" *And the only thing that followed was an awkward silence between the tow* \"Sup!\" *He would say again a bit louder and the horse would simply sigh at him*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would gradually head back over to the others, seemingly talking to Carl as if they were having a casual conversation before eventually coming up to the two. Turning his gaze to the healer, Terrel would say almost with a laugh:*\"Manon I never had a doubt in you.\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Manon couldn't help but smile, she even began laughing as Terrel looked just like she did when they first met. The difference being she wasn't going to call him crazy for it. She figured it would be best to give Okami and Pitch some alone time as well, making her way to Terrel and Carl.* \"It's a little different, isn't it? Not saying you don't know your friends, their wants and needs. But having them actually tell means you don't have to guess as much.\" *This was the first time she felt so included in something, knowing that her companions could share this experience with animals.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"It's... Strange...\"*He'd eventually say, allowing his hand to lightly run along the horse he never had the chance to hear before. There was always a time in a child's life where they imagined if animals were to be able to speak, though that was usually just a silly dream. Now it felt like an alternative reality and, the Elf couldn't hide his smile at it.*\"I'll say.\"*Carl would suddenly break the short silence.*\"I still don't know what's going on. One moment I'm talking to the horse's about how this place was different than my old home, now I'm talking to people about...\"*The horse paused as if to think for a moment.*\"Well... Talking to people.\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She turned her attention to Carl before bowing to the horse.* \"I understand I probably scared you a few nights ago, Please accept my apology for my actions.\" *She held the bow for a few seconds before standing upright once more.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Oh don't even get me started on that!\"*Carl would say, tugging at his lead.*\"I thought this woman was going to eat that man alive!\"*He'd whinny. Terrel would give Carl a pat on the head.*\"Alright, alright Carl. How about you go trot around the field for a while before we go?\"*Terrel would suggest to him before letting go of the lead. The horse would mutter a bit under his breath.*\"Yeah yeah, I'll just go canter around...\"*He's say, almost like he was calming himself. Terrel would watch after him for a while, saying:*\"I'll go ahead and get him saddled up... Should make sure Pitch and Okami are ready to go.\"" }, { "author": "emberflare", "message": "*She nodded and went to go check up on Okami and his companion. She kept a distance so she didn't eavesdrop on their conversation. On the same note, she wouldn't be able to hear if there wasn't a conversation either.* \"Everything going well?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would be putting and readying up Pitch* \"Why. Did you think I wouldn't be. I'm strong enough to do this by myself, thanks for the offer though\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She looked back at Terrel and then at Okami. Did these two switch personalities over night? That was more of a response she'd expect from the pig faced one. With that she figured that feeding now would probably not be the best option as she made her way back to Terrel. As she approached he began to give off a faint green aura that dissipated before her eyes.* \"He's almost ready, also.. I think the spell wore out. It's nice to know it's pretty short. Next time you go to train your pup, we can try again alright?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would glance back at her, seemingly debating at the idea of trying to train the pups again after the disaster of last time.*\"We'll see.\"*He'd say more casually, listening to Carl's rambles begin to fade away into quiet neighs. It seemed the moment was short lived. Was it his imagination? Maybe not, but it was best to think it for now with the traveling ahead so as to not dwell on the thought. Terrel would move away from the fence, heading over to saddle up Carl with the bags he typically carried before whistling for his wolves to come join him. Mounting up on his horse, he'd have Carl trot back over to Manon, asking:*\"Ready?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would head over to them ready to go as well* \"I am... But what about Manon. She riding with me?\" *He asked as he looked at Terrel's wolves and thought about which horse would do better*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She made her way to Okami, figuring after Carl's opinion of herself it would simply be for the better.* \"I should probably ride with you, Carl doesn't seem to enjoy my company at all.\" *She stood beside the horse, not entirely sure how to even climb on.* \"Uhm..\" *She said after placing her hands on top of Pitch and jumping. Her stomach landed on the back of the horse before she slid back onto her feet and attempted once more.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"It'll be a tight fit in the saddle.\"*He'd warn in advance, lightly tapping Carl to move him into a light trot.*\"You're meant to use the stirrups Manon.\"*The Elf would incline his head down to the footholds of the saddle, soon turning Carl away as he'd suspect the two of them being able to handle it from there.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Whoa there\" *He said before stopping her* \"Follow my lead princess\" *He said before demonstrating and getting back off* \"See, Easy. But you can sit on the back with both legs onto one side.\" *He said as he tapped the spot behind the saddle where the mat stretched out of. He would think ab bit before grabbing a back which was full of some materials and put it where she was to sit and tying the bag down* \"I guess you can get on first. I'll help you up and follow after\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She looped one foot into the stirrup before looking over her shoulder. It was obvious she wanted to question him where the 'Princess' came from. A brow raised as she eyed the male's face. Without saying a word she threw her leg over Pitch's saddle and scooted back to make room for him to mount as well. She gave her apologies to the horse though Kibaru was no longer able to understand the words that came from her mouth.* \"Is there something for me to hold onto?\" *As she threw both legs over the side of Pitch.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yeah. But I'm going to have to get on first. Move a little more back for me\" *When she did so, he would think a bit before getting on after her* \"There we go. Now just wrap your arms around my waists and we can go... If I were you, I'd probably not open you're umbrella unless you can tie it to your hand\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She did as he asked, scooting back just a little on the saddle. Her lips curved into a frown as she placed her umbrella into one of the bags currently tied to Pitch. Tilting her head down a little before burying her face into his back followed by wrapping her arms around his waist. She hope this journey wouldn't take too long, in all the commotion this morning she forgot to mention her impending hunger.* \"I'm ready when you are..\" *She was in fact not ready at all but they needed to leave.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Hurry up slow pokes!\"*He'd call back to them as Carl would begin shifting into a brisk trot. His wolves would follow after him as their tongues hung out in a mild pant of excitement.*\"Losing daylight!\"*And with that, he'd snap the reigns of his horse, allowing Carl to gallop off as he saw fit.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would ignore him as he was deep in though* \"Now that I think about it. I guess you can sit like I am right now if you're more comfortable\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She sighed before sliding off the horse entirely. There was no way she would be able to do that type of movement in such a small space. Walking to the other-side once more to put her foot inside the stirrup. Her foot ended up stepping on his as she threw a leg behind him. A small shake of her leg was needed so her foot became free, her arms once more wrapping around his waist.* \"One word and I'll bite you.\" *She whispered into his ear.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*He lifted up his mask slightly and gave her an obvious look that would tell her she already did. His tails would then wrap around her waist instinctively as he gave a small nudge into the horse to get her moving, soon catching up with Terrel*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would look over to them as they eventually caught up, giving a brief nod before allowing his horse to move at a more leisurely pace. He'd look on to the roads ahead, knowing full well that it'll take a while before they'd reach Salvania. No matter, just another day of being a traveler.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Lady Wolf", "message": "Today unlike any other day in the beautiful and prosperous land of Kadhok, the early morning sun would be beating down on the capital of Kadho, though to usuals and residents this was nothing as they were so close to the unbearable dry heat of the deserts. However to any foreigners this abnormal heat could possibly prove fatal. To Invola though, she had a nice and giant ice cube of a golem to cool down the inside of her store and as a plus it served as a guard while the shopkeep under her guise as a dark elf organized the stores selves and displays, waiting for any customers to walk on in. The window shelves were adorned with many jeweled ring, necklaces, and even some circlets for the overly aristocratic. And to top it all off today sitting right outside the door of Wolf's shop was a sign announcing a sale on all water and cool foods, as well a few enchanted items to fight against the heat." }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would walk through the town, drenched in his own sweat. He kept his cloak, mask, and hood on out of fear of being recognized, though this would only add to the heat. \"Thanks to that damn bounty, i had to escape to this god forsaken place to get away from all those bounty hunters. If i didn't know better, its almost like everyone's out to get me!\". Horace would look around, noticing a store with several items of high value. But more importantly, that golem must be cooling down the room like crazy! Horace would rush into the building, almost sheading tears of joy.*\n\"Oh god, this room is a life saver, im so glad there are cool rooms like this in such a hot ass place like this!\"" }, { "author": "Lady Wolf", "message": "The dark skinned woman would raise her brow just slightly to man bursting into her store, while she was sliding a small vase onto a shelf quite larger than her. \"I'm glad my service is already outstanding to you, though the ice golem's cooling services are a luxury only customers are allowed. So...\" Wolf would pause her words while she slowly made her way behind her store's counter, to then place her hands on the polished wood and gaze her red eyes towards Horace. \"Are you looking to buy anything good sir?\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would look up, noticing the dark elf that stood before him.* \n\"A dark elf? Never seen one of you folk before.\" \n*Horace would approach the counter as the elf told him about the policy.*\n\"Stereotypical shop owners, never giving a shred of free services. What's your cheapest item, Im only here for the cold room anyway.\"" }, { "author": "Lady Wolf", "message": "\"My cheapest item would be the chilled water, that ice golem is holding that along with a few chilled fruits. The water is two silver, the fruits are five. But if you're referring to actual material items such as jewelry, my five least expensive and non-enchanted items are on the shelf over there.\" And Wolf would promptly point out the shelf with porcelain busts adorned with various bits of brass and bronze jewelry. \"Now I'm sure you noticed the sign outside, but if you didn't we have various enchanted items to help with the weather lately, if you would like to see those all you have to do is ask.\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"Ill just take the chilled water for now... But i would like to hear about those enchanted item later.\" \n*Horace would place two silver coins on the counter. After he receives his items, he'd sit in a near by chair, or just up against a wall if no chairs could be found. The elf would carefully remove his face mask, sipping the water gently. Horace had never been so happy to drink water before, it was almost embarrassing.*\n\"I dont know how anyone can live in this god forsaken heat... Its unbearable!\"\n*Horace would groan, continuing to drink. He would look around the shop, his eyes noticeably locking onto the valuables. The elf would make mental notes of all the valuable's locations in the store.*\n\"I suppose you have a real monopoly here, I haven't seen much business here for cold refreshments and such. Then again, thats to be expected if everyone here is used to the heat...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "aviatorenthusiast", "message": "`Redact that scene I guess`" }, { "author": "Lady Wolf", "message": "Today unlike any other day in the beautiful and prosperous land of Kadhok, the early morning sun would be beating down on the capital of Kadho, though to usuals and residents this was nothing as they were so close to the unbearable dry heat of the deserts. However to any foreigners this abnormal heat could possibly prove fatal. To Invola though, she had a nice and giant ice cube of a golem to cool down the inside of her store and as a plus it served as a guard while the shopkeep under her guise as a dark elf organized the stores selves and displays, waiting for any customers to walk on in. The window shelves were adorned with many jeweled ring, necklaces, and even some circlets for the overly aristocratic. And to top it all off today sitting right outside the door of Wolf's shop was a sign announcing a sale on all water and cool foods, as well a few enchanted items to fight against the heat." }, { "author": "Samara Al Sadat", "message": "*Having stolen a cloak from some bazaar, she quickly put it on to cover her slave brand. She then quickly walked away from the place where slave auction was being held. At long last she had the freedom she dreamed of - now all she needed was to sneak onto a ship and get away from this city. Then, Samara saw some city guards - heading in her direction. Not good. She quickly walked into the first building she saw - some shop. She breathed a sigh of relief.*" }, { "author": "aviatorenthusiast", "message": "Wolf would raise a brow at the new entry into her store, although she was met with a fairly disappointing sight since what looked like a beggar or your average everyday bum walked into her jewelry store. \"If you're expecting free handouts please leave, take some of the water if you have to so long as you don't scare off any of my high class customers.\" It was a bit presumptuous for Wolf to say such a thing without even actually seeing the person under the cloak, but it was just business. She didn't harbor and specific ill will against the less fortunate, this simply was the place she wanted them nor the place they should be." }, { "author": "Samara Al Sadat", "message": "\"I... Yes, I'm sorry, I just walked into the wrong store... Terribly sorry, ma'am...\" *She blushed. To be honest, she was a terrible liar. She took a quick looke outside the window and seeing the guards have already passed by the shop, she decided to walk out. And so she took steps towards the doorway - but before she could get there, she slipped on her cloak, which was a bit too long. Well, she couldn't pick one her size when she was stealing it... After a short struggle to regain balance, she continued walking towards the door - until she noticed the cloak wasn't on her shoulders anymore. It simply slipped off. She stopped moving, horrified. The slave brand was clearly visible to the store owner. Samara could only hope the woman won't give her away to the guards.*" }, { "author": "Lady Wolf", "message": "The brand caught the woman unawares since she got her first look at it from the corner of her eye, but that'd only make her double take to get a good look at the brand before whistling to her Ice Golem, which seemed to serve as the command for it to block the shop door. \"An escaped slave just wanders into my store hm? And not just some laborer either, you're beautiful. Come from high-class sellers as well, tell me why you aren't accompanied by anyone.\" While she was speaking Lady Wolf would finish up organizing the shelf she had started on, then she would step over to the slave girl and lift a finger to gently trace the branding. \"I know this brand as well, there could be quite a lot of trouble because you stepped yourself into my store.\"" }, { "author": "Samara Al Sadat", "message": "\"I... I.. Well... Uh...\" *She stuttered.* \"I'm-I'm not an escaped slave, I was... My owner told me to- I...\" *During that messy and obviously failed attempt to explain everything, Samara blushed even more. The wonderful freedom, so close... But it got away, all because she slipped on her cloak.*\n\"My owner, he... I was supposed to.. To find... His sister, yes, h-his sister, she w-went to buy jewelry... And I was supposed t-to find her...\" *She tried to come up with a story to explain everything - but, as she really is a terrible liar, it was hardly believable. Only a very naive person would believe it, so after a couple minutes of her messy talk she just fell silent and waited for her dreams about freedom to fall apart.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Lady Wolf", "message": "\"Hm... Don't worry girl I won't send you back to your owners. I despise them too much to do that.\" Wolf would let a quick chuckle slip past her lips before walking away from Samara and back around the store counter, while her golem moved back to his previous position. The door now unblocked, the slave girl was free to go whenever she wanted. \"You may leave, I won't stop you or hunt you down. But the guards and your previous masters will, since judging by you looks, you'd be worth around or more than three hundred gold. But I will give you the option to stay and work for me, you'll be fed and housed, and treated decently compared to what those slavers do. All I would ask is you heed my beck and call no matter how... Vulgar the request may be.\"" }, { "author": "Samara Al Sadat", "message": "*Samara turned around and stared with disbelief at the woman. This is not what she had expected at all. She was already waiting for the guards to take her away, yet... This woman was letting her go. Samara couldn't believe it, and already wanted to step out of the store... When she saw another guard patrol, to her horror accompanied by her former owner. She quickly walked away from the door, near the store counter where she could be sure they can't see her. The woman's offer to stay suddenly sounded far more reasonable than continuing the escape attempt.*\n\"F-fine.. I can work for you...\" *She said, quietly.*" }, { "author": "Lady Wolf", "message": "\"Excellent choice my dear.\" A small smirk would grow in the woman's expression as she once again stepped close to the slave, this time to grab her hand and gently plant a kiss on it. \"First off we can't have these chains all over you, my ice golem can take care of them... Unless you want to keep them intact. I've heard of some free slaves keeping their chains as a sort of memento.\" She'd then let go of Samara's hand to turn the girl around for another look at the branding. \"...And this... I suppose the only way to rid you of this is brand over it or completely burn the area.\"" }, { "author": "Samara Al Sadat", "message": "*Samara blushed a bit, unsure of what would happen and nervous. She shook her head.*\n\"I d-don't want to keep the chains.\" *She smiled slightly. This was seemingly going to a good start... At least so Samara thought, until she heard what woman was saying of the branding. The girl turned pale and shuddered. She didn't want to go through the process of being branded again. Not like she said anything, though - the ice golem was quite scary.*\n\"C-can we not do the b... Branding?\" *She muttered after a while.*" }, { "author": "Lady Wolf", "message": "\"Well we can't just leave the mark there, otherwise you'll be caught and my shop will be burnt to the ground. But if you don't want to permanently fix this problem I suppose the only thing we can do is get you clothes to cover it.\" The merchant would then gently place her hands on the slaves hips to maneuver her over to the ice golem, once close enough she'd then step away from the two. \"Please hold your hands out, and do keep them still.\"" }, { "author": "Samara Al Sadat", "message": "*She hesitated for a while. She didn't want to go through the painful process again, but she also didn't want to be caught as an escaped slave.* \"F-fine, you can rebrand me...\" *She reluctantly agreed. Then, brought over to the ice golem, she held out her hands as told to. She closed her eyes and shuddered a bit, afraid of what might happen if something goes wrong.*" }, { "author": "aviatorenthusiast", "message": "The ice golem would silently raise his icy sword before slamming it through both the chains around Samara's hands and feet, thus freeing her from said chains. \"Good, you can stay still. Now I don't think we'll be rebranding you today so long as you don't go outside. You're free to take a tour around the building, down stairs is the shop, kitchen, and dining area. While upstairs are the bedrooms and my study, and through the backdoor are the stables for my horses. If you have any questions just ask.\" Wolf would then produce a smoke pipe while going to sit in the cushioned chair back behind counter." }, { "author": "Samara Al Sadat", "message": "*She slightly opened her eyes. Then she opened them completely, and breathed a sigh of relief seeing she's alright.*\n\"What will I have to do when working here?\" *She asked, after hearing out her new owner.* \n\"And when am I supposed to start?\" *She added after a while, slightly surprised that she doesn't have to start the work right now - or at least it seems like she doesn't have to.*" }, { "author": "aviatorenthusiast", "message": "\"If you would prefer, you can start now. The guest rooms, one of which will be yours, have gone unused for a few years. That means there's plenty of dust and extra junk piled up in them, be a dear an take care of that sometime today.\" She'd take in a puff of the herbs burning in the bowl of the pipe before blowing out a fairly large cloud of smoke towards the other girl. \"But if you want to take some time, and settle down from being a slave, do so.\"" }, { "author": "Samara Al Sadat", "message": "\"I... I can start out today, I think...\" *She was surprised. Very surprised. She gets whole room for herself? She opened her eyes wide, when she heard this.*\n\"So... What would be my responsibilities?\" *Samara asked. She was overwhelmed by the sudden change in her life and she tried to stick to something well known to her - work, and get used to her new situation slowly.*" }, { "author": "Lady Wolf", "message": "\"Your responsibilities would be mostly cleaning, cooking whenever I do feel the need to eat since I do it sparsely, and maybe tending to me in bed if I ever get sick or am too exhausted to get out of bed. Oh and you would have to tend to the horses, feeding them is fairly simple. Cleaning them... A whole other matter.\" Wolf would take another drag from the pipe and sigh out another cloud before making a shooing motion with her hand towards Samara as two fancy looking individuals stepped into the store. \"Off you go now, fix the room to your liking.\" Then the woman would stand and go attend to the customers." }, { "author": "Samara Al Sadat", "message": "*As she knew how to do most of those things, she wasn't worried very much. Maybe except tending to the horses, that had her worried a lot, she has never seen a horse in her entire life after all.*\n\"Of course ma'am\" *She said and quickly went up the stairs to her room not to draw any unwanted attention to herself.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Lucrum T. Khamiel", "message": "*He inhales sharply looking to the sky; blue and clear as could be. Soft splotches of white fluff splattered on a light blue canvas. Jealously arises as Lucrum wishing he had such clarity. As the sky or his spectacles lenses, and his bold red jacket resting his shoulder as if it were a cape. His view falls to the settlement around him bustling with trade and commune, he recalled moments of his childhood taking place here. The sensation of nostalgia gave him hope and vigor for what was soon to come. The is where it all began. . . His __looong~__ awaited odyssey. Was it wise of him to ask for help? Should he burden these people with his own dysfunctional family relations?—.\n\nNo, There was no turning back now. The letters were sent and these people were soon to arrive. All he had to do now was give his first impression, and witness theirs. He grew anxious, seeing others passerbyers, as he attempted to match a face to words to on a letter. . . \n\nSilly, and ineffective but.— Something to pass the time as he grew more and more antsy. Idling next to the borrowed horses, he takes out a compass that seems to be broken, as it does not standardized itself north. . . His sense of spatial awareness fades away as everything around him is put in the background, a cloud dark of irrelevancy, And a mere second thought.\n\nHe stares intently at the item, gifted to him by his godmother. Being more than intrigued but engrossed by the object that is supposed to ensure safe navigation and travels. . . He wonders why til this day. . . Why— was this his 18th gift. . . The needle on the compass twitches on the opposing end towards him indicating something behind him approached. He exhales softly, shaking his head at the far fetched fantasy. Could it just be his arm was jittery? It would be ironical.*\n\n*Lucrum raises his head once more as he scans the crowd for faces, watching—observing. He feels a different sensation other than angst. Sensing the approach of one—or possibly more.*\n\n*Locking onto him. Good to know he stood out, bad to not know to whom*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel tightened his grip on the reins of his horse, carefully directing it through the crowds of people that walked throughout the trading republic. Occasionally he would hold silent stares at each of them, watching for the potential of one being whoever it was he was looking for. The Steppe Elf turned to look on ahead, the mask of a pig lying atop his face grew warm with the heat that sun provided overhead though he gave no notice of it. Whoever this LK was sure seemed insistent enough on grabbing his attention. It could have been a trap of sorts, though Terrel hadn't seen much action before arriving here. Either way, it'll be a change that he'll either walk away from upon seeing little use of it or stick to with the idea of it carrying an importance that'll be useful to him later.\n\nHe lowered a gloved hand down towards one of his horse's saddle bags, touching the loose parchment of the letter he was sent. Terrel had decided to keep it there in case he needed it later on, but assuming that this was the place he was supposed to be, he wouldn't have any use for keeping it any longer. As he parted his way through the crowd, his gaze eventually fell on a man who seemed to be sitting in waiting. With a light tug on his horse's reigns he slowed him to a stop to observe the man somewhat distantly. He definitely stood out from the rest with his small collection of horses as if preparing for a trip with more than one, two, maybe even three travelers. He seemed to be looking out for something or someone to which Terrel decided to take his chances.*\n\n*He laced the reigns of the horse in his fingers before he slowly slid down off the horse's back onto the warm pavement below. Terrel walked towards Lucrum, the snort of his horse being enough of an attention capture if the pig mask wasn't already. His red cloak waved at his sides from the same gentle breeze that sought the need to rustle up the locks of pink hair that fell down to his shoulders. He gave a small grin as he approached, saying in a rather casual, monotone voice:*\n\n\"Looking for someone?\"" }, { "author": "Shaori Otsuki", "message": "Shaori awkwardly bumped on some shoulders of the crowd of people in the trading republic, struggling not to drop her purse nor the letter in her hands. Who would be LK? Was she really in the right place? Her pink ears were held up for any call from someone, and her blue tails held together to look like one in an attempt to avoid drawing too much attention. She continued to walk, trying to remember if it was the right place while reading the letter again to be sure. \n\nNot far away, she saw two men with some horses. It could only be them. Shaori tried to dodge people and approached Lucrum and Terrel with a curious look in her eyes. Upon her arrival, the two could smell a sweet scent being exhaled from her. Shaori leaned over a little, curious, causing her long wavy hair to fall to the side. She just hoped they weren't just two strangers and she didn't mistake them for the people she was looking for.\n\n\"Hello! Would you be Mr. LK by any chance?\" She looked at the two men up and down before arching an eyebrow, wagging her tail lightly in the air. \"I'm Shaori, I imagine you sent this letter to me...\" The kitsune reached her hand into the bag, removing the letter she had kept before approaching them from inside it. She raised her hand in the air to show them the paper." } ]

[ { "author": "Lucrum T. Khamiel", "message": "*The sound of the equines snort was enough to snap the reality back in Lucrum's conscious. His face brightens with ecstasy to hide his curiosity. The sight of the man with Pig head and classy attire. Both being extremities of another, Evoking an opposing statement that he himself will remember. He remains awestruck for a moment as he goes to introduce himself, placing his hand outward to shake the mans hand. Firmly, He recites the last lines from the letter 1, and P.S. From 2.*\n\"Yes, I am. . . May that someone be you?\"\n\n*He looks at him, with curiosity.*\n\"__ Blood is Thicker than Wine;\nReturn to Recipient if Stolen.__\"\n*He nods, but his focus is interrupted as his view shifts to the pink and red colors in the crowd, as they approach him being more clearly able to make out that the figure is a Kitsune and a female. He senses a reoccurring theme of bold warm colors, he repeats line 1, and 2 once more for the Kitsune before he formally Introduces himself behind his alias. He catches the distinct scent, and sealing it for safe keeping. Forever imprinted into olfactory senses. His sense of anguish fades, as he is now newly familiarized to the two.*\n\n\"Glad to see you two make it, I apologize for my vague instructions. But I needed to take countermeasures. . .— If you you don't mind.\"\n\n*He removes his tinted spectacles, and his circlet crown. . . He squints as his eyes adjusted to the imperfections of his own sight. The compass that was still in his right hand with the spectacles. Now sat in between the frame, as the crown in his left by itself. Holding both in hand too them to test their interests. Urging them to both take one, before he starts to go onto more about his gratitude and method he stops; foremost and formally, Gives them his name.*\n\n\"Yes, I am. L.K. Better know as, Lucrum T. Khamiel. It is a pleasure to met you two both— Shaori, and you are? . . .\"\n\n*He awaits the Pig head's response, as well his choice and Shaori's*\n\n**\"Neither choice is wrong.\"**\n\n*He was genuine about the statement. With his eyes and smile alone. There was really no wrong choice.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel reached for the letter hanging loosely in the saddle bags, answering Lucrum's first question by stating:*\n\n\"I am as far as being the recipient of this letter is concerned.\" *His attention drifted over to the kitsune as she arrived, raising an eyebrow from beneath the mask as a sweet met his nose. So there were others he was waiting for. At the very least it explained the horses. His gaze eventually flitted back to Lucrum as he repeated the same words of the letter once more to the kitsune. Terrel listened as he introduced himself to them to which Terrel soon after gave a small nod, saying:*\n\n\"The name's Terrel.\" *Terrel saw no reason to give his full name in the formality that Lucrum showed seeing as they had only just met. He watched as Lucrum removed the crown and spectacles to place them in company of the compass as he held it out to them. It seemed to be a test of sorts in Terrel's eyes and a rather odd one with the items of choice unless there was some deeper meaning to it. He looked between the compass, spectacles, and crown as if taking consideration of them. Choice from usefulness alone didn't seem to viable here, however maybe it was merely a choice of what stood out more to which wasn't as hard to decide between. \n\n\nLucrum's words of neither choice being wrong echoed in Terrel's head and with that, he decided not to think too hard on it as he reached out to grab ringed crown in Lucrum's left hand. The thin shape of it rested rather easily between his gloved fingers as he took it in his own hand and observed the choice before looking over to the kitsune to see which she would choose. Terrel wasn't sure if this would mean something later or if this person was simply trying to get rid of junk that he didn't know what else to do with. Either way, it didn't matter much to the Elf. Lucrum seemed insistent enough and Terrel could only assume that this would eventually lead to him properly explaining why they were here.*" }, { "author": "Shaori Otsuki", "message": "Shaori watches them curiously and lets out a brief sigh of relief at being in the right place. Carefully, she puts the letter back in her bag and continues to hear them both introducing each other. She tries to engrave the name of the pig's head in her mind; *Terrel*. Ah, sometimes this Shaori was a little forgotten. Her cyan eyes sometimes glanced at the pink-haired man and his horse, and then at Lucrum, always switching her gaze between the two. Soon her attention was directed to the objects he showed them, analyzing each of the three for a few seconds.\n\nThe kitsune waited for Terrel to choose his object first, before picking up the compass carefully. It appeared to be broken, based on the wrong directions it indicated. The reason for her choice was quite simple: Shaori didn't need the spectacles. Technically, she didn't need a broken compass either, but maybe she would have it fixed with a professional. With infinite attention and curiosity, she studied the object.\n\n\"It's broken. Didn't you try to find someone who knew how to fix this?\" Shaori held the compass in the air, and pointed at it with the other hand. \"*But...* I liked it.\" She smiled gently at him, her tail wagging behind her kimono. Looking at the crown Terrel had chosen, she tilted her head slightly. \"Why did you choose it?\" Like a child curious about something, she looked up at him." }, { "author": "Lucrum T. Khamiel", "message": "\"Well, if the letter lead you here. There is much to discuss. . . I'll get right to it— Nice to meet you Terrel. Mount up, you too Shaori. . . We're doing a delivery, to a relative of mine. . . Come along, there are too many ears here. I'll tell you two more along the way— this uh, place isn't full of opportunities for no reason...\"\n\n*Lucrum makes a mental note of their choices; He nods and raises an eyebrow as if he sees them both with transparency. . . It's ominous, and weird. . . A moment of silence fills the air, Lucrum places his glasses back on, blinking til his eyes readjust his sight.*\n\"You can hold onto those for a bit, think of it as— Me giving a gift for the start of something new...\" \n*He chuckles lightly, looking to them both*\n\n\"I am going to need them back, however.— Not now but. They're very important to me. . . But take a look at them both.\"\n\n*The Crown: Chosen by Terrel is albeit too small to fit his Pig Head, it is ornate and well-made. Engravings on the inside of the crown left to right;* \n**Grand 18th, Love Lupa. | V/XII/∞ | Lucrum T. Khamiel**\n\n*The Compass: Chosen by Shaori during inspection; Would notice its ornate design as well as the abnormalities in the needle pointing to S.E. Rather than N. The needle twitched ever so slightly at each movement she did. There seemed to be dialect of another race on it; Oni Dialect, Blue to be Precise. It read; Made In: Magocracy of Irunia.*\n\n*He raise an eyebrow at her question*\n\"No, I haven't got around to it. My Godmother gave it me. She said to take care of it, Saying It'd be important now that I'm older.\"\n\n*He goes around each horse retrieving the satchels on them and doubling up on his end. He hands Terrel a satchel as well as Shaori. As he goes to mount, one of the four brown equine.*\n\n\"Since it's only three of us? We'll have two will double down on carrying. . . Cause we don't have extra riders. As for the horses.— I'll come back for them another day and return them. . . Ah, those fees.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel glanced over at Shaori, carefully regarding her as she asked him the question. He figured that she was looking for him to answer in it being anything other than him just picking something. Though, instead he simply stated:*\n\n\"It just caught my attention first, so I chose it. After all, there wasn't a right or wrong choice.\" *He gave a chuckle as he looked down at the small crown in his palm. Lucrum was right about one thing, it probably wouldn't fit right atop the pig mask, though Terrel couldn't help but imagine what the sight of a pig wearing a crown would give to any other passerby, definitely one that would lead others to not take him seriously though it didn't phase him. Appearance wasn't all that mattered.\n\nHis horse had paced forward a bit, leaning his large head over Terrel's shoulder as he curiously looked at the object his rider held. Terrel took the opportunity to take his horse's lead in his free hand.\n\nAs Lucrum explained that they'll be keeping the items temporarily, Terrel read the engravings that marked the crown. He had went over it a few times, assuming it was an old gift of sorts that he had. Terrel turned the crown around in his hand before reaching out to grab the satchel Lucrum handed him and adding it to the rest of the saddle bags his horse carried.\n\nHe'd mount up, easily hopping into the saddle and grabbing the reigns as he looked down at the other two. Perhaps there were meant to be more showing up especially with Lucrum's over-preparedness, but it mattered not now seeing as they were about to depart.*\n\n\"Best to have too many horses than not enough.\" *Terrel stated with a grin.* \"Unless the horse's rob you of precious currency.\" *His horse snorted in exasperation, but lifted his head up as saw that they were getting ready to head off.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*A blonde haired elf would stand beside Asuga. Dressed fairly casual in a white shirt with dark pants. He seemed the only one around for awhile, just going over the message board.*\n\n*Easily towering over Asuga, he reaches towards a paper. If the Wolf was perceptive, she'd notice it was a real estate poster, exactly what she was looking for.*\n\"See... 40G...? Damn, why does it have to be written in something other than silnari? Not that i can really read that either...\"\n\n*Horace sighs, mumbling to himself. He'd scratch his chin in light thought before shrugging.*\n\"Can probably get someone to read for me.\"\n*Horace glances down to Asuga curiously then.*\n\"Hey, you. Can you read this for me?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "This is much better" }, { "author": "Asuga Nakano", "message": "*Asuga noticed the elf next to her. He was tall... And reaching for a poster. It was just the one she'd wanted. A real estate notice for a small warehouse-like building. She turned to him, about to ask him if she could have it.*\n\n*The Okamimi woman blinks. He was illiterate. Not uncommon. Asuga nods.* \"Sure. It says... Small warehouse for sale. 40 gold, but price is negotiable. Go to [Village Name] Village and talk to [Villager Name].\" *Looks over at the elf.* \"I'm... Uhm... Looking for something like this right now, actually... Were you as well?\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"I see. Thank you... Not too far from here i guess.\"\n*Horace says, looking back to the poster. He seems to go over it, despite not really being able to read. Though as Asuga mentions looking for it, he glances down at her.*\n\"Eh... I was thinking about it. I've saved up quiet a bit so i figured another property couldn't... Care to visit the village with me Miss...?\"" }, { "author": "Asuga Nakano", "message": "*She shakes her head.* \"Nope. Walking distance, even.\"\n*Asuga smiles at the man.* \"Yes. I'll have a look at this place, and if I like it, I suppose... I'll sell my house, buy it, and then...\" *Trails off, not wanting to share her life story with this man.* \"Sorry. Oh, my name is Asuga.\" *Sticks her hand out.* \"And I would love to.\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"Huh... Good to know...\"\n*Horace pockets the poster as Asuga explains a little. He nods and smiles back at her as she introduces herself.*\n\n\"Nice to meet you Asuga. Name's Horace, Horace Caranaro.\"\n*He reaches over, his large rough hands taking hers and shaking firmly. He had the hands of a laborer, a thief even.*\n\"Let's get going then, yeah?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Yoko Yami the Ex Con", "message": "*Yoko steps aside, allowing Asuga entry to the building. Though it certainly did need a touch up and a cleaning out, the foundation's would make for a great tavern. The elf seemed happy at Asuga's response. She'd had a hard time selling this place off before after all.*\n\n\"R-really? Great! Uhm, we could talk about the details right now if you want...\"\n*The elven woman says with a smiles, though it fades lightly as Asuga asks. She glances back to Horace, opening her mouth to speak.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*However, she's cut off before she can as Horace follows in after the Oriate.*\n\"Uh... No, no we haven't... Anyways, this place is nice... How much?\"" }, { "author": "Yoko Yami the Ex Con", "message": "*Yoko sighs, shaking her head lightly as she closes the door. She steps over to a table, having a seat.*\n\"Please, join me. R-right, price... Well, if i had to say... How about 50 G?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "More asuga wife required\n\nDid i say that out loud-" }, { "author": "Asuga Nakano", "message": "*Snuggles.* \"Sure did~\"\n\n*Nods.* \"Understood... How about 45 G?\" *Asuga tilted her head, as if presenting this offer was her final deal. Of course it was not, she wanted the best price for her... But she didn't want this elf friend of Horace's to go poor either.*" }, { "author": "Yoko Yami the Ex Con", "message": "*Yoko pauses Asuga speaks. She regretted not taking down that poster and pulling a new one up... Well, time for some bartering.*\n\"Thats... Hm... 47G? I need this...\"" }, { "author": "Asuga Nakano", "message": "*Asuga nodded. It felt wrong to settle on 46 G. It wasn't like she was strapped for cash.* \"Deal. 47 G it is.\" *The Okamimi stuck out her hand for Yoko to shake.* \"I'm... Really excited to own this place. Thank you.\"" }, { "author": "Yoko Yami the Ex Con", "message": "*Yoko smiles, standing from her chair. She reaches for Asuga's hand, but it doesn't seem to make it there.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace's hand is found in between the two, blocking Yoko's. He frowns disappointedly.*\n\"You can't possibly believe I'd let you do that Yoko. What could you possibly do with 7 more G? 40, final offer.\"" }, { "author": "Yoko Yami the Ex Con", "message": "*The ex con then glares at Horace. Damn him, since when did he grow a conscience?*\n\"45G!\"\n\n\"F-fourty three G...\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace narrows his eyea at Yoko, prompting her to sigh in defeat. To asuga, he seemed awfully hard on Yoko. With good reasoning too, but that wasn't important right now.*\n\n*Horace then nods, lifting his hand away.*" }, { "author": "Yoko Yami the Ex Con", "message": "*As he does, Yoko's defeated slouched hand is revealed. A shell of its former self.*\n\"P-pleasure doing business with you.\"" }, { "author": "Asuga Nakano", "message": "*Stares at Horace's hand, blinking.* \"Uh...\" *Listens to the back-and-forth bartering between the two.* \"Ehm...\" *Sighs and glares at Horace.* \"Why did you do that? I'm the one bartering here!\" *Looks to Yoko.* \"Sorry about that... It'll be 47 G.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Say: oh yeah cool you can move in right away" }, { "author": "Yoko Yami the Ex Con", "message": "*Yoko smiled, taking the coin in hand. Though she doesn't bother counting it yet, believing it truly was the 40 gold promised. She turns around, stepping forward to a locked chest containing a fair amount of gold. Her life savings most likely...*\n\n*The woman then looks back and nods.*\n\"It'll take me awhile to move my stuff out... I'd say in about three days. That work for you?\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"No. We'll have it done in a day.\"\n*Horace said, clearly a little irritated. He shakes his head lightly, glancing at Asuga.*\n\n\"Have your wagon ready by tomorrow and I'll stop by...\"" }, { "author": "Yoko Yami the Ex Con", "message": "*Yoko would stare back at Horace, seemingly confused for a moment. A warm smile then takes her face as she nods.*\n\"I'll see you then... Anything else miss Asuga?\"" }, { "author": "Asuga Nakano", "message": "*The Okamimi was about to nod at Yoko's 3 day move-in time, but then Horace spoke and she realized that it would be much faster if both of them helped.* \"Sounds good. We can start moving your stuff out tomorrow, then.\"\n\n\"Yep. I'll have my belongings in a wagon by tomorrow morning. And-\" *Asuga looked to Yoko.* \"No, I don't think there's anything else.\" *The Okamimi returns Yoko's smile.* \"I can't thank you enough for this.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "``` hooray we finally ended it ```" } ]

[ { "author": "Lucrum T. Khamiel", "message": "```Amongst the bustling Trade center that was Kadho. As far as the eye could see!— There was Merchants, Artisans, Street Carts, and street stands by dozens. The wide canal that lead to the western sea was indeed quite crowded. Either by merchants closing deals and returning home or just starting their hustle. Gondolas could seen as well rowing up or down the canal baiting and trapping tourist on the overpriced scenery of the water. . . \n\nYet, amongst it all. There was a young squire boy sporting a bold red jacket, however he wore it like a cape whilst a golden lace remained tied round his neck to keep it from slipping away. He was posted up along the pier nearby. Leaning on the railing watching where construction of a new building was being built. . . Along with a woman that was a tad taller than him a few feet nearby, was leaned over the brick railing that looking the opposite direction of the young man. She overviewed the pier, mesmerized by the water. . . \n\nShe'd glance to the squire feeling secondhand shame, as he began catcalling a group of young lady's. . . One would happen to come over, and slap him. . . Before leaving with her friend in a fit of laughter.```\n\n*The young lad rubs his face, as his smirk slowly faded into a frown. As he speaks to the lady beside him.*\n\n\"I just— complimented her dress and she slapped me Athena. . . What did I do wrong?\"" }, { "author": "Athena Azrealia Memori", "message": "*Athena shook her head slowly, she gave the immature lad a chuckle and a pat on the shoulder. Before she cleared her throat. Dropping the honest truth on him.*\n\n\"Ah—... Well? You did a bit more than compliment her dress.\"\n**Athena shaking her head, trying her best to not reiterate what the foul mouth squire just said.**\n\n\"Eh, you had the right spirit but the wrong approach. . .— I Think you should stick to your books and magic. . . Please, for my sake—never do that again.\"" }, { "author": "Lucrum T. Khamiel", "message": "**\"Tsh—! It was a genuine compliment!\"**\n\n*Lucrum would cross his arms and return to watching the streets of Kadho, no longer catcalling but— Now searching for something or rather someone.*" }, { "author": "Personal GM", "message": "```Will use this for now because fuck it```\n\n**\"The lady is right lil' one, glad my ma didn't hear ya foul mouth or else you would grow a horn from the bruise you'll get from her heavy-ass hand... Which has more callouses than feckin' countries shall i tell ya.\"**\n\n`Said the voice coming from the side of both, a husky, deep and somewhat serious-ish tone.`" }, { "author": "Darian Weiger", "message": "`The moment these people would turn towards the origin of the commentary, they would see a large, towering man, slightly tanned, bald and with pearl-colored hair where it remained, on his thin beard, eyebrows and eyelashes, followed by dirty and ragged light clothing, signal of a hard-working man whose time and money is non-existent for luxuries.`\n\n**\"What are ya fine looking people doing here? Doubt you will find something of value on this overpriced market, i'll say, and i have fine eyes trained and honed for quality right here on ma face.\"**\n\n`he was carrying bags of... Something on his shoulders, which then he kneeled and dropped on the ground, making a heavy thud on impact, implying some real weight on each one.`" } ]

[ { "author": "Athena Azrealia Memori", "message": "*Athena would take a moment, to recollect herself from the suddenness of the voice. After turning to the man with a friendly smirk at his retort. He was indeed right, couldn't have said better herself.*\n\n\"He's got at point y'kno? Use your skull more often Lucrum, what would your mother say if she heard what you just said?\"\n*Athena, would lean her back against the railing. Observing the man's appearance was he an earth macen? He clearly knows a thing or two about labor. . . He had her respect.*\n\n\"Well, sir. I was dragged along by this squire to find—Only the skies above knows—? What was it you said we were looking for? Aside from calling out to woman?\"" }, { "author": "Lucrum T. Khamiel", "message": "*Lucrum without any way to retaliate would shake his head, and huff with. Like most people, he didn't like when he got told off as he still believed he did nothing wrong. He'd shrug and mockingly retorted waving his hands in surrender.*\n\n\"**I get it alright**, won't happen again. Lets forget about this, Eh?\"\n*The young lad would look to the large man, with raised eyebrows he questioned what he do for living to look like that. Seemed rather chiseled for his physique. . . After hearing the bags drop from his shoulders, The young man rubbed his nape. He was indeed a man of raw labor*\n\n\"We were looking for a merchant, they're a nomadic one who price's aren't as terrible as the ones here. . . Nice woman, If I recall she's from Dezebia or rather the lands of Siui, both of which harbor fiery people that excel in trade and sales\"\n\n*His shoulders drop, clear disheartened by the thought.*\n\"Wearing yellow bold robes? Has a pubescent white snake around her neck?— I doubt you've seen her, but we believe she's running late or has made her quota and left. All I desired from her was ink and paper...— But I guess now we're just enjoying the cityscape\"\n\n*He tilts his head pointing the the building nearby.*\n\n\"Pardon—? A tad off topic sir, if you don't mind me asking? Are you a carpenter or stonemason for this establishment?\"" }, { "author": "Darian Weiger", "message": "***\"Ah, a squire!! Explains the good sense of fashion, and that he is not covered in shite...\"**\n\n`The man looks at his own clothes, covered in dust and dirt, which then he dusts off with his palms.`\n\n**\"Suppose ya wanna become a Knight, don't you? Not gonna lie, it was my dream since a little brat, but as you see, a thing only noblesse able to achieve, of course.\"**\n\n`Then, he drops a wholehearted laugh, which echoed through the plaza.`\n\n**\"Young lad, if you want to get the attention of a woman, ya should show, not tell... But don't look like an ass while doing so. Also, be respectful, she is a person after all.\"**\n\n`Then he gets closer to the young one, a bit too close, perhaps.`\n\n\n**\"Lemme tell you what women like, they like mature fellas, somewhat stable, and with some personality my lad... Don't be a shallow ass and you'll get the attention of plenty women, trust.\"**\n\n`Then, he cracks his knuckles, and later his neck, relaxing his shoulders after carrying such weight...`\n\n**\"Now, im sure i've heard of this lady... Yeah now i recall her... Other merchants despise her for her prices, kinda makes them look greedy asses, which they are of course, though... I haven't seen her in a while.\"**\n\n`The question of the young man took his attention, raising his eyebrows.`\n\n**\"Oh, just a manual laborer, i do the heavy work for some coins, also im a Merchant, or was... Before i released the titty of my family and went to explore the world on my own. Also do the occasional quest once in a while.\"**" } ]

[ { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"7? Not bad. I'll take it.\"\n\n*Livio rummaged through his coinpouch, only to pull out a single gold coin. The rest was stored away elsewhere; he hadn't planned on spending much, and nothing else seemed to interest him here. One gold coin was worth 100 silver ones; it would be rude to have the merchant break such a large bill.*\n\n\"Is there anything of higher quality, perhaps? I don't want to give you such a large coin and get so much change in return.\"\n\n*Livio noticed the complexion of the woman serving him. A dog kemonomimi, with gold-hazel eyes, similar to his own. The hunter smiled, hoping to perhaps get a good deal with her. Though she seemed trustworthy enough.*" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "She took a step back and flipped the dagger in her hand, sticking it into the counter and kneeling down for a second. The sound of sifting through a box of assorted items could be heard before she eventually rose back up and slid another blade across the table.\n\n\"Not a hunting knife,\" She described it, \"It's a war knife. The blade is longer and much sharper, and isn't meant for cleaving. Made of a fine steel, could puncture organs if y'got someone good enough with it. Blades aren't much in price, especially l'il ones like this. We don't sell ornate stuff. Won't find anything high in price, but I'd be damned if it weren't high in quality.\"\n\nOf course, the blade was well described in her words, but for a further dive, it was a steel war dagger with a blade sheathe. The blade's sheathe had a small ring and chain on it, as well as a button lock to allow it to be worn on a belt or otherwise and be drawn quickly and easily without the need to take it out.\nThe handle was made of a fine wooden grain, sanded and painted over black with two painted silver streaks going around the top of the hilt. \nIt was, over all, a well made blade, albeit not particularly an expensive one or an ornate one. It was, for all intents and purposes, a pretty ordinary dagger." }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"A war knife huh? Mind if I give it a feel?\"\n\n*Livio looks over the knife and back again, meticulous in his observation. Without an answer, Livio picks up the knife and unsheathes it, moving his hand around in order to feel its balance and weight.*\n\n\"It certainly feels nice. Do you know how to use it? You seem like someone who's practiced.\"\n\n*After a small spin and a warm look, the macen would gently set sheathe it and set it back down. Gesturing to the dagger now in the table, Livio could tell that the kemonomimi had at least some skill with it.*\n\n\"How much for this one?\"" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "\"So-so, I'm more trained with a spear.\" She replied back with a nod, giving a look to the dagger herself before lifting it in her hand to get a feel for it. She rolled it in her palm, then flipped it backwards and hummed quietly. It was a bit out of her expertise, but she did know how to *Use* One. \"It's 9 silver, compared to the hunting one.\"\n\n\"They call me a rogue. Most of us are experienced with small blades and being stealthy, but I'm not all that. I'm more practiced in frontline combat, charging straight in with all my heart and soul. I'm not sure where people got the idea of me being a rogue from, maybe it's because I'm so nimble and hard to hit. \nBut, as that stereotype goes, a lot of us are expected to be experts with daggers and shortswords — of which I'm not. Doesn't mean I can't swing a little blade like this around and do some damage.\"\n\nThe Kemonomimi rolled the dagger back into a neutral position before setting it back down on the table, looking up at Livio and asking, \"Why do you ask? If you're gonna ask me to be a mentor to you, I'd uh... Well, I'd probably say yes, but don't expect a whole lot. I'm less so a warrior and more so a part-time expeditioner and adventurer.\"" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"A spear, huh?\"\n\n*Livio was for sure not expecting for the merchant to be a fighter, or rogue, as she called herself. During his time as a veteran, he hadn't seen many of them; they tended to be scouts due to their smaller stature and sneakier outlook on life. Even then, he hadn't seen many women in war, and the kemonomimi did not seem to be exceptionally physically fit. Though perhaps it was due to her height that he couldn't see it.*\n\n\"So you've got heart. I can respect that. I just like getting to know people; I'm new in the area, so I was hoping to get to know someone trustworthy.\"\n\n\"And I don't need a mentor. I can handle myself with weaponry pretty well. Well, what's an adventurer like you doing in a shop here?\"" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "\"Well, I'm always up for meeting people!\" The dog said with a smile and an informal bow, \"My name is Carlyn of Kadho, a pleasure to meet you.\"\n\nShe rightened herself back up, still smiling, as she thanked him on the compliments about her having heart and said, \"This is my parent's shop, I've always helped around doing chores or, more often than not, working at the counter. I wasn't an adventurer before I was a merchant — adventuring is a new... Well, a new venture for me! I don't usually go too far, but I'm planning a trip to Runra in the coming nights on one of the Guild ships that comes back and forth.\"\n\nShe reached under the counter, pulling out... Well, a spear! It was a relatively well crafted, store-quality spear that likely came from the shop. Regardless, the wooden shaft of the weapon was engraved with cute messages and little drawings. Likely, they were from a very long time of use, and the quality of the small artwork reflected a definite growth in the woman. She's probably been training using this spear for self-defence for a decade or more." }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*The hunter bowed as well, liking how open this girl was being.*\n\n\"I'm Livio Glace, from Mentia.\"\n\n*Nodding as Carlyn explained her background and confirmed what he had guessed, Livio eventually began to take more and more interest in the kemonomimi. He knew of many who became an adventurer or mercenary because of the boring city life. While he didn't have the luxury of choice, he too had become accustomed to the thrill of combat; or rather, the hunt.*\n\n*Livio looked over the spear, seeing all the engravings. It reminded him of the runes in his own weapon back in a safe place; carrying an Arbalest into town wasn't exactly the best impression.*\n\n\"Ah, the spear. The king of weapons, as they called it. Though this one might be called a prince instead; it's definitely not as long as some others. The first thing they give you when you join the army. I personally never liked it, but there are many tales of talented spear wielders fighting off several bandits.\"" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "Carlyn slid the spesr back under the counter and gave a grin when he returned the bow. It was infrequent people bowed back, so it always made her smile when they did. \n\"Livio Grace of Mentia, what a pretty name. Reminds me of someone in my family.\"\n\nFor the most part, she didn't particularly look like a fighter. She had a cute face and relatively long hair that was likely difficult to fight with. Her body wan't particularly muscular, although she didn't look *Frail* By any means. It was just odd to envision her being a participant of any battlefield, but you never know with these kinds of folks. Kemonomimi were strange, indeed.\n\nShe thought about the spear, and tales of such users, before asking, \"Aren't there tales about all kinds of warriors doing feats like that? I mean, I guess you're not wrong about spears being the king of weapons. They're versatile, powerful, and long.\"\n\nOn mobile, will type more next response" } ]

[ { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Oh, someone in the family? Who are they?\"\n\n*Livio couldn't see this woman on the battlefield, though to be fair, she never said she __was__. Her long hair could be exploited as a weakness, especially if she wasn't wearing a helmet and tie it back. Fortunately for her, a spear didn't require much technique or even strength to be effective; a pointy stick was a pointy stick.*\n\n\"Of course, though there are many tales of other weapons as well. Bladesmen, archers, and crossbowmen as well.\"" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "\"My younger sister back there. Her name is Grace Olivia.\" She replied, and when her name was said, the young girl peeked over from where she was squatted down at and sifting through boxes. She gave a little wave. Kid must've been 11 or 12. Interestingly, the child reflected their father much more than Carlyn did. Navy blue hair with similar golden eyes, and a slightly less tanned skin complexion. Only their mother and Carlyn had brown hair and a slight tan. \n\n\"I don't s'ppose I ever see myself being one of those legends, but none of those legendary tales likely saw themselves ever being in that position in their lifetime. I know how to use my spear, but I'm no *Master*. All of those folks have killed people. I never have. I'm not sure how much I want to, either, but maybe one day I'll have to.\"\nA glance was given back to her family. Maybe she was thinking about them — about how her father possibly had killed people in self defense, or what her sister would think about her if she ended the life of a stray bandit. Such thoughts were pretty vile, and she warded them off in a few seconds.\n\n\"I want to protect people with my spear, not kill them. Use my power of my voice when I can, and only use aggression if it can't be helped.\"\n\nIt made sense that Carlyn was somewhat of a pacifist, only using her weapon as a last resort. Her words and demeanour likely meant she was quick to bring an opponent's guard down just by talking to them. A talker, not a fighter, but one who was still capable of it regardless." }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Ah, that's a cute name!\"\n\n*Livio waved back, remembering his own old name, which was similar in its own ways. It seemed that unusual hair color seemed to be prevalent in the population; Livio's own white hair often stood out, but it was normal among this Kemonomimi family.*\n\n\"The day you kill a person is the day you change forever. Keep using your voice if you can.\"\n\n*Livio himself remembered the first time he had killed another man. It was an enemy infantryman on the battlefield, taken out with a crossbow bolt to the chest. Alas, it was at a difference; far more different than melee combat. Though he had experience in that as well, and the mercenary had become accustomed to them.*\n\n\"You're lucky to have such a good family. I'd certainly try my best to protect them. Just remember that harmless people make good targets; good people should be able to defend themselves, and others.\"" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "\"She would thank you if she were up here.\" Carlyn said with a smile.\n\nWhen the conversation looped back around to her killing people, or just the overall tone of death, her smile faded and she just gave a quiet nod. For as long as she could, she was going to fight people not to kill, but to protect and furthermore win. But above that, she wanted not to partake in the fighting if she could help it. Her plethora of linguistics made her capable of vocalizing her thoughts to almost anyone, and it was hard not to fall for her charming personality and looks. Though, she knew that one day, it would come to slaughter. It was just means to an end.\n\nShe shook those thoughts off again, and said, \"In all my power, I will defend my family and the weak with my entire life. I need to get stronger, but I will still try now with my heart and soul.\"" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Ah, don't fret too much! You can always try and use the blunt end of the spear so you don't skewer them. Or bash them in with the shield instead.\"\n\n*Livio rolls the gold coin over his fingers before placing it on the counter. Realizing that 9 silver wouldn't buy much, he decided to might as well get another melee weapon, just in case.*\n\n\"You're doing a great service here, both with defending your family and helping them run their business. Speaking on the topic of that, I think your words have persuaded me to buy a little more. Got any axes?\"" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "\"Thank you. It's humble work, and what I've been doing my whole life. I'm glad people appreciate our work.\" Carlyn said, a little flustered of the kind comment. It wasn't often that merchants were applauded for being *Merchants*, most people just viewed them as essentials to their life while taking it for granted. Although that was cute short when he asked about axes, and she seemed to beam a little bit.\n\n\"Yeah! We've got quite a few - throwing axes, greataxes, handaxes. All sorts of stuff meant for combat. They're a bit pricier than a little dinky dagger, but what are you looking for in particular?\"" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"People tend to overlook the basic things in life. Take it for granted. I still remember the normal life; I cherish it now, looking back.\"\n\n\"I'm looking for a battleaxe. Sharp, not made for woodcutting, though I want to be able to just in case. One handed. Let's go for... Somewhat hooked, not bearded. Nothing on the other end.\"\n\n*The man in front of Carlyn was describing an axe as one would order a custom made suit for a formal event. Clearly, he knew his way around weapons; any normal person would have simply asked for 'a one handed axe.'*\n\n\"Oh, and relatively small. I like to keep a low profile.\"" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "She hummed for a minute, giving a hand and turning around.\nCarlyn called to her sister, speaking in what some foreign language- likely, Runra's native tongue considering they were Kemono. The two went back and forth for a brief moment before the child came back with an axe. It wasn't perfectly what Livio had described, but it was close. It was a steel handaxe meant for a person of average size. A bit on the heavy side, although that was to be expected with most axes since they were weapons not meant for finnese, but for powerful chopping swings. It had a fine wooden grip wrapped in crossed leather. \n\n\"It's a bit bigger than... Small, but it's a handaxe nonetheless,\" The Dog explained while the kid set it on the counter and looked up proudly like she had made it herself. Of course, it was clear she hadn't, but even a child could be proud about supporting the business.\n\"It'll serve you well for 40 silver, but I've taken a liking to you, so we can settle for 30. It's still not much, our weapons are meant for lasting and efficiency, nothing fancy so they don't cost a huge amount, but I promise it won't let you down.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*Livio nods, looking over the axe several times over before picking it up, feeling its weight. Taking a couple of steps back and making sure no one's around him, he swings it close and tight, wielding it with both grace and power. A couple of flips gives Livio the impression that this weapon will suit him well; basic, simple, yet effective. How he liked to work.*\n\n\"I like it. It'll work. What's basic is what's reliable.\"\n\n*Livio sets the axe back onto the table, along with the dagger, patting the kid on the head and ruffling her hair.*\n\n\"Hope you don't mind a bit of change then, I've only got 1 gold. I'd like both weapons, thanks.\"\n\n\"So. When do you get off work? I don't know the place, so would you mind showing me around?\"" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "\"Good mentality.\" She said back with a nod, giving thought into it herself for a moment. Everything she had ever used was relatively basic. Her spear, her buckler, her light armor — it was nothing special at all. Basic was basically the best, right?\n\nThe kid seemed pleased with her duty and walked off back towards the shop's stock area, and within moments she was right back to work. Carlyn watched her walk off with a quiet grin. She cared a lot about her sister, it was easy to tell in her expression.\n\n\"Thank you for the purchase. That's, what, 35 silver total? We can change you back the other... 65?\" Carlyn replied, kneeling down and pulling her spear and a nice steel buckler out from under the counter. The Buckler was slid over her arm and the spear was slung over her back using a strap on tied to either end of the spear. It was much more *High profile* Than the small equipment of Livio, but she didn't seem to care. She was known well enough around Kadho to travel around with weapons unbothered.\n\n\"I can go right now. I'm not obligated to stay here, and my parents understand my desire to explore. They don't mind it as long as I let them know first, so... If you want to take a walk around Kadho right now, I wouldn't mind.\"" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"I believe it is. Though you can just charge me 50 to make it easier to track.\"\n\n*Livio places the gold coin on the counter, taking the knife and dagger and slipping them into his belt; dagger on the left, axe on the right. He meticulously made sure that the attachments were just right, angled at just the right orientation to make it quick to draw yet secure.*\n\n\"Ah, the buckler. A cute little shield, yet highly effective when used right. Are you going with a theme?\"\n\n*The macen would tease the smaller kemonomimi, noticing that everything about her seemed to be small, unassuming, yet incredibly effective.*\n\n\"Anyway, that'd be perfect. Any suggestions on where we should go?\"" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "\"You're too kind.\" She said with a grin, although stuck to his word and took the gold pence and returned to him a small bag of 50 silver after fumbling around for a bit trying to get it all into a little coinpurse. And then, the dagger and axe were his for good. A nice pair of weapons, really.\n\nAfterward, Carlyn walked around from the counter and said, \"There's quite a few important shops and such here in Kadho, as well as the porting docks where you can catch boats across the country. A few captains will let you on for a price, and I can point out which ones those are. There's also a tavern, and two inns near here, but I'm sure there's more across Kadho.\"\n\nThe dog gave half a thought to his suggestion of a theme, not really... Understanding completely, but assumed he knew what he was talking about. It didn't occur to her that Livio had compared her to the small buckler. In her eyes, she really wasn't that small, although of course anybody who was taller than her could easily think otherwise. It took her a few seconds to really get a grasp on what he had said, and gave a slight eye in return. It wasn't an angry glance, but a slightly flustered one." }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Oh, not at all.\"\n\n*A port city. Livio remembered that much when he entered. What was important was the content of the boats. Many vessels tended to stink, from his experience, which he hated. Hopefully these were clean. Tavern and inns... Standard for a town. Travel and trade was likely to be common here then, due to the ships around.*\n\n*From the corner of his eye, he good see Carlyn giving him a flustered look in response to his comment. Livio simply gives her a small wink, and continues to walk with the kemonomimi as if nothing had ever happened.*\n\n\"I imagine there's a lot of things coming in from all the ships?\"" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "She gave a quiet scoff when he winked at her, shaking her head as if to ignore the smugness of her new friend. Carlyn was pretty used to putting up with people being incredibly smug from working at the store, so it didn't take her long to get over it.\n\nAs they went along, Carlyn pointed out certain things that might be important later on. Certain shops with good prices or inns that served breakfast in the morning. Conveniences that weren't particularly necessary, but were nice to know. A nod was given to his question, and she answered, \"We have a majority of our goods come in from ships. We aren't major producers of agriculture or other important items, at least, not that I know of. Most everything we get for our daily lives in imported here.\"" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*The dog looked cute when she scoffed, like a, well, dog being annoyed by its owner. Not that he saw her that way; she was the one leading him around town. Breakfast, shops... Livio took mental note of all the town features. It seemed to be a trading hub, not producing many, if any essentials. Of course, with all this, Livio was trying to figure out how to find 'work' here.*\n\n\"If this is such a large trade hub, I imagine pirates might be a problem, no? People are moving in and out with goods all the time. Even if there weren't any, with this many people, it's likely that different groups would conflict with each other, right?\"\n\n*Livio began to think about possible crime. Carlyn herself carried a spear and buckler with her for self protection. Was there a reason to do so? Was perhaps there bandits or robbers that could strike out from the streets?*" } ]

[ { "author": "pyxiis", "message": "As the liquid swirled in the mug and swirled again, Raj found herself entranced in thought as she leaned against the bar. Though the train of thought wasn't very straight-forward, Raj was thinking of everything and nothing at once, like she always had. At times like these Raj wished she would have brought some books along. Even re-reading her favorites three times straight would have been more interesting then the solitude she and her thoughts had together. For once she wanted to act more and think less, and it looked like today odds were swaying in her favor. \n\nThe door flung open and another stranger made it into the tavern, Raj hadn't minded to turn her head or catch a glimpse of who had walked in, not until he was at the bar asking for water. She raised her eyebrows, side-eyeing the man as she sipped from her drink. Masked and odd colored hair, asking for water in a place dedicated to liquor. What a weird man. Raj shook off the thought, it was rude to base on appearances alone, she knew that all too well. She scratched her head awkwardly as she scolded herself for such thoughts, maybe she was a little too hard on herself sometimes. \n\nRaj took a deep breath before finishing the rest of her drink in one sitting, clearing her throat and cocking her head toward the masked man. She scanned the mask for a brief second before she actually spoke. \n\n\"Is it real?\" Raj asked. \"The mask?\" \n\nThe oni raised her eyebrows, hoping for an answer regardless of which direction. Either way it was articulate and unique, she hadn't seen one quite like it. And if anyone knew Raj well enough, it was that she couldn't keep her mouth shut. If curious, she'd ask a million questions before taking the hint to be quiet. \n\nTo be honest, she wasn't very good at knowing when someone didn't want to talk, or if they were a person not to be approached. It had got her in a few sticky situations at times, but she sure never learned her lesson. Social cues were trial and error for the woman, she'd either spend her time rambling or listening so well her company thinks she's zoned out. It was hard to find a middle ground, it was something she'd been working on for a long time." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*It took Terrel a short while to notice Raj was talking to him, too drowned out by his own exhaustion before he could finally pick up on it. His gaze shifted to the side, glancing over at the oddly colored Oni through the cover of his mask. It wasn't often he met Onis, especially not outside of Amongko. Another traveler looking for adventure or had the war truly reached well beyond the borders in bringing new patrons to its cause and destruction? Maybe it was neither and she just so happened to come here, though she seemed a lot more willing to talk than most people he met at a tavern.\n\nTerrel let out an exhale of air, one that could have soon turned into a chuckle as he pushed back the pain of traveling to focus on Raj for a moment.*\"If by real, you mean did I behead a pig to make this thing...\"*He began.*\"Then no, but wouldn't that be a funny idea?\"*Terrel had yet to know what a 'fake mask' was anyhow. Perhaps Onis figured most masks to have to originate from the thing it portrayed, but Terrel had this mask for years for it to be the remains of a once living animal. He eyed her for a moment, making light note of her purplish skin and scrawny frame. What a strange Oni.*\n\n\"But if that's what you're wanting to believe, I can easily pretend it is.\"*He said casually, perhaps playing it off as a sort of joke. His glass of water was soon brought to him, leaving a pause between his words as he drunk away at it. The dry feeling in his throat reacted irritably to it, but eventually the worst of it faded away by the time he lowered his cup back down. He didn't seem to care much from the oddity of ordering water in a tavern, typically getting water whenever he came by unless he was planning on staying for a long while. For now, it was just a sanctuary of rest from the ambushes Mentia carried nowadays. He wondered if Raj was in the same situation, though seeing how willing she was to open up conversation, he began to doubt it quickly.*" }, { "author": "pyxiis", "message": "Of course it wasn't real, Raj smiled awkwardly and followed with a laugh. If it had been real, that would have taken quite the skill to preserve it. It was plenty worth the question and break of silence. Unfortunately, it only brought more theories to mind. As much as she'd hate to admit it, Raj was nosy. \n\n\"Regardless, I've never seen anything quite like it,\" She responded, looking down at her empty cup. She pushed it onto the bar and called the barkeep for seconds, her eyes following the mug as it was refilled. \n\nAs she did so, it gave her a moment to think before talking again. Out of all things, the one thing she hadn't stopped to think of was why. Surely Raj couldn't just ask such a bold question, even if she could she probably wouldn't. Besides, no one liked being questioned over personal choices. If she were going to ask questions, they might as well not be invasive. \n\n\"Just curious,\" The woman started. \"Any inspiration or meaning behind it?\" Raj asked, her eyes breaking from the cup and readjusted them toward the masked stranger. She took it in hand, pressing the mug to her lips for a moment before taking a drink. \n\nDespite knowing how badly questions were disliked by some people, Raj just couldn't help herself from being curious anyway. There was no harm in innocent questions, that's why she thought them out so carefully. She'd rather be blunt about it any time of day, but that took another level of comfortability. Raj favored the safety factor over her own desires, at least in some aspects. Yeah, she chose a career in the line of bounty hunting, a dangerous game in itself, but beyond that she was a cautious woman. Raj only had her father to thank for those precautions. Had it not been for his guidance, she might have been quite the reckless spirit." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The Silnari stared at her blankly at the question. Or rather, that was the normal look his mask gave off with it covering most of his face. This wasn't the first time someone had asked the question about it, though Terrel rarely ever gave a direct answer to it. Instead, mostly just providing a different one each time.*\"Consider it a familial thing.\"*He decided to answer this time. It was partially true, though the story was deeper than what he felt like explaining. He was one to shrug off most things, the reason behind why he wears a mask often being one of them. Sometimes people simply wore masks. Regardless, it seemed like the Oni was looking for a conversation to which he eventually turned to fully face her, his cloak shifting along his back at the small movement.*\n\n\"Can't say I've seen an Oni since my time in Amongko.\"*He decided to say back. In fact he could hardly recall a time he's met an Oni outside of the kingdom. It was probably wrong to assume all Oni simply stayed around there, but with her unique look, perhaps it was a little less than coincidental that she was this far from the country.*\"What kind of Oni are you anyways?\"*He asked rather bluntly. An eyebrow slightly rose, more so in thought. While Terrel kept himself knowledgeable on the more common races. Onis were typically where he drew a blank.\n\nHe found them more admirable than Silnari at times, mostly though their combat oriented outlook in life compared to the steadfast magic users of his childhood. Though he never went so far as to learn about them. Most things he had been learning on the go anyways in his years of traveling. Some things he simply couldn't learn at home. He had come to discover that rather quickly upon leaving the steppes behind.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "\"Y-y-eah I can see why... We did the same, mostly. D-depending on our supplies and the t-terrain...\"\n*Her teeth chattered as she eked out a chuckle in return, sidling a little closer to the flames and her companion. She threw a couple more logs on with a nod, coaxing a little more.*\n\"Do you think they're still around? It'd be nice to sleep in a decent bed for a while...\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel fell silent at the question, looking around for a moment as if pondering over it. He gradually sat back up, thinking to himself that maybe they could be close to something after all. Just maybe. He took his blue cloak off from around his shoulder, offering it to her to use for the time being before he stood up.*\"I'm going to go scout around for a bit.\"*He told her.*\"Might not be a complete wasteland out here after all.\"" }, { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "*While she readily took the cloak, she noticed his making to leave and stood up alongside, picking up her crossbow and clipping it to her back once more. Her ears perked up as a determination washed over her - partly from the sudden movement and partly from the prospect of a little adventure.*\n\"I'm coming with you. No point waiting around here.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He carefully picked through the fire, looking to grab at a stick that could at least work as a light source before noticing Ikehara getting up to go with. He tilted his head back a bit, curious of it.*\"Sure you wouldn't rather keep warm by the fire? Going to feel a lot more drafty without it.\"*He said casually, picking up a few partially burning pieces of wood and coaxing the fire a bit so that they stayed lit for a makeshift torch. It wouldn't last too long, but it was better than going out completely blind. At the very least, he also had his sword for a back up source.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "\"...Just a house? Old one of yours?\"\n*Her expression hardened at his elaboration, her ears swiveling gently as she listened out for any familiar sounds - the crackling of a fire, the shifting of wintry boots.*\n\n\"I wouldn't hold my breath either, but an excuse to move along is welcome...\"\n*Ikehara sighed, rubbing the rough hair of her steed idly. In all their travels, she had learned little about her companion; having offered little in return. Any queries about his past were sparse, in comparison to the relatively simple explanation she had offered when they met.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel continued in silence for a while before answering her question.*\"Yeah.\"*He said quietly.*\"I've been traveling through the countries for quite a while, so I figured it would be better to always have a place I could return to if there weren't many towns about.\"*At the very least, it reduced the need to have to sleep outside all the time even if only slightly. The light of his torch flickered in and out every now and then as the wind began to pick up. With what distance they had already made through the thick snow, Terrel wondered if heading back would have been a better option than possibly getting caught in the snowfall. He'd bet on their trail getting lost if they didn't.\n\nThe snow continued to pick up more and, in time, his horse began to slow down, its body growing tense as he came to a stop and tugged at his lead. Terrel looked over to him, having to coax his horse with the same hand he used to carry his lead. Carl refused to move on however, letting out a whinny into the night air with something bothering him.*\"What's wrong Carl?\"*He asked him. Terrel was only half conscious of the sound of movement around them, the wind having deafened most of it up to the point of Carl's warning. Several small bodies moved within the shadow of the fire light, though when Terrel looked up they hardly seemed visible. He squinted against the dark, slowly tugging his horse closer to him.*\"I think we're being followed...\"*He said to her.*" }, { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "\"Not a terrible idea... And yeah, I noticed. Halfolk, of some sort.\"\n*Ikehara nodded at his observation, confirming her suspicions despite the biting cold. A low growl rumbled the back of her throat, slowly pulling her crossbow from its buckle onto her lap.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He lowered his hand to the hilt of his sword, holding the torch out to illuminate some of the area around them. The smaller creatures stood at the edge of it. Canine-like it seemed. Wolves. They gave a low growl at them, some appearing at their sides, while few were bold enough to move towards them directly. Terrel moved the torch around slightly, coming to notice just how many had managed to surround them out of view. A dozen or so it looked to be. Had they walked up on an entire pack of them? The animals seemed hesitant in coming closer to the light, keeping back and only moving closer as the wind threatened to put it out.*" }, { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "\"Hm. Thought it was bandits. I've no magic to scare them off...\"\n*She lamented, catching herself before she growled too loudly and provoked the pack. Her fingers curled around a few extra bolts as she drew the string taught, trying to gauge which one of them was the leader.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel's gaze passed over the snarling wolves that surrounded them, most of which all looked different from one another both in size and of what could be seen from their fur color.*\"Hold your fire for a moment.\"*He said to her. Terrel took a few steps towards the wolves in front of him, eyeing them as they lowered themselves to the ground in warning of preparing to lunge.*\"Chief?\"*He said to them. One of the wolves' ears shot up in response, its attention trained on him for a while. Terrel moved the fire around a bit to get a better look at the wolves.*\"Alfie? Koda?\"*A pair of them copied the first wolf. What previously looked like aggression gradually softening into curiosity.*" }, { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "*An ear dropped flat against her hair, the wolves' curiosity infectious as Terrel addressed these beasts with familiarity. The extra bolts were filed away once more, the crossbow leaving her lap; her arms folding across her chest. She watched intently.*\n\"Friends of yours..?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel grinned for a moment as the wolves seemed to respond.*\"They're my wolves-.\"*He said with the slightest hint of happiness in his tone. The Silnari placed down the torch, going down onto his knees as the wolves suddenly flooded over to him and tackled him over. The change in demeanor from those he named seemed to be infectious to the other wolves, causing the rest to join in on the pile as Terrel tried to sit up and give each of them a pat on the head.*\"Must have gotten loose trying to search for food.\"*He said, lightly moving the overly excited wolves away.*\"We might not be so far after all.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "\"...Your wolves? You raised wolves?\"\n*Her expression had been slowly shifting ever since that spark of recognition between Terrel and what he had referred to as the 'Chief', now settling into bewilderment. Her horse reared back from the tackle, Ikehara calming him down and dismounting for now. Her ears flattened, the far and away kinship she felt with these canines reflected in her mannerisms as she approached cautiously.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"You can consider it that.\"*He said, giving one a vigorous pat on the head as the wolves circled around him excitedly.*\"Of course, they were much smaller last I remembered. Though they hardly seemed to change a bit.\"*While Terrel seemed fond of the wolves, his horse backed away and gave out a huff of discomfort with all the canines running about. Most seem focused on the Silnari, while a couple seemed to be more curious of the Kemonomimi. With the wolves no longer seeming threatening, it was clear how much smaller some were than others. A few hardly looked much older than pups, while others seem almost full grown. One of the smaller wolves began sniffing at her, their bodies wriggling with all the excitement in the air.*" }, { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "*She crouched down beside Terrel, fishing out a hunk of dried meat she kept for rations, offering it to any of the pups that drew near.*\n\"Didn't take you for the nurturing type... You recognise all of them?\"\n*Her ears mirrored each wolf's perkiness as they approached or backed off, forgetting what was usual for her kind after the couple months on the trail.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He gave a light chuckle.*\"Have no clue what you mean. I am both ruthless and cold hearted.\"*He said, feigning ignorance only for one of the wolves to begin licking at his face. Terrel cupped his hands around their large head, saying in a quiet tone:*\"You're ruining this for me Chief.\"*Chief merely stared back at him with his tongue hanging out in a light pant to which, Terrel couldn't help but give him a pat anyways. After a while, the Silnari managed to stand up, deciding to live with the wolves as they tried to hop up on his legs before he brought some of them into a sit.*\"Yeah, they all have a slightly different look. Of course, kind of hard to see them all in the dark.\"*Terrel moved away, reaching down to pick back up the now dying flame. It probably wasn't going to last much longer anyways. He blew out what remained of the fire before going to grab onto Carl's lead and watching Ikehara with the masked smile on his face. The younger wolves shyly took the food she offered to them before darting away to snack on it so the older wolves couldn't get some.*\"Fortunately for us... They should know the way back home.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "*While Ikehara knew nothing of Silnari physiology, her people usually had better eyesight in low-light, but even with that the sea of fur blended together. Some were larger, older and more muscular, but most of the pups and adolescents were difficult to distinguish. She beckoned her horse over, who had backed off a little from the pack. But, after years of sprinting through warzones, the grizzled beast relented to its master and trotted over.*\n\"Do they all have names? Or are some of them new?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Of course.\"*He said, drawing over to her towards the sitting wolves. While he couldn't make out their fur patterns very well, he at least knew the names of the wolves that he had around here. Most of them were sitting now with only the younger ones still snacking on in the food Ikehara had given them.*\"You already know Chief, Alfie and Koda.\"*He said in a lower tone. The wolves he mentioned pricked their ears up in recognition of it.*\"There's Yami, Xander, Zenith, Nyx, Oak, Dart, Cooper, Vince, and Erit.\"*He said. As he named off the wolves, each one began turning their heads to them, their tails wagging playfully.*" }, { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "*She mostly paid attention as she mounted her horse, eyes glancing between the different wolves named - noting how each one perked up. She caught herself perking her ears with each name, the cold masking the origin of the heat in her cheeks.*\n\"Right, fine names. Shall we head to this house - or den, I'm not complaining either way.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Right-. Home.\"*He turned his gaze back towards the wolves, reaching for a whistle that had once sat hidden around his neck.*\"Cover your ears for a moment.\"*He told her before blowing into it. A high pitch noise came out of it, catching the other wolves' attention as they suddenly stood up.*\"Home.\"*He told them. They took a moment to process the request, staring at him blankly until the Silnari eventually shooed them off.*\"Go on, get, go home.\"*They turned around, a couple of them trampling over the other before they eventually got more organized and ran off across the landscape. A few strayed further behind while the rest made effort in keeping up with the lead of the pack. Terrel returned to his horse, mounting up on the animal and looking over towards Ikehara.*\"Better set off now before we lose them.\"*He snapped Carl's reigns, causing the horse to gallop off across the snow and follow a short distance behind the wolves. With it being dark out, Terrel could only really rely on the movement to keep track of where they were going. At the very least, they were finally home bound.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "*Her hands would clamp around her ears, but the shrill sound would still pierce her eardrums. She'd seen these sorts of whistles used in battlegrounds by the less scrupulous captains, and knew it was considered no better encouragement than a whip hand.*\n\"Ack!- A fair warning: Don't use that near Keguntan or Runra. You'll get arrested for mass battery...\"\n*She grumbled, her steed following behind Carl as the wolves tumbled away, regaining the confidence in his stride once the danger seemed to pass. She shook off the distress quickly, eyes darting between the shifting mass of fur and picking out the different wolves, attempting to recall each of their names.*\n\"Yami... Zenith... Oak and Dart...\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I'll try to remember that.\"*He called back to her from where he was, riding alongside the leader of the group. Occasionally the wolves changed course, forcing Terrel to bring Carl into a tight turn to keep up with them. He had a vague memory of the house's location, though the terrain was near impossible for him to remember with it being this dark. While Ikehara was trying to recall the names, some of the wolves turned their heads back towards her. The ones responding to Yami and Zenith appeared much larger than the other two. Although both their furs were pretty dark, one seemed to have a more brown coat while Oak and Dart's furs were similar though their size seemed to give away their differences. Terrel kept most of his focus on Chief, urging him onwards while the rest of the pack followed behind.*\"I think we're getting close.\"*He said, noticing the wolves slowing down a bit to sniff around the area before continuing at a much slower pace.*" }, { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "\"You tell me, Alpha!\"\n*She called back, flashing a grin his way as she watched him converse with the largest of the pack. The Chief didn't look that much older than the rest, but there was an air of authority about him - surprising to sense from a beast, but it was there.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel glanced back to her, a light smirk forming on what could be seen on his face. He turned back just as Chief managed to round a bend out into an open field. A lone structure sat in the distance surrounded by a line of fencing. Home.*\"Like we practiced.\"*Terrel murmured down to his steed as they neared the fence. Carl looked on ahead, easily bounding over the wooden barrier while the wolves made their way through beside him. Some ran under, a few through the gap in the middle, while the much bolder ones mimicked the horse in leaping over the top.*\"Watch the jump!\"*Terrel said in warning to Ikehara as he brought his horse to a slow stop to turn him around to face her.*" }, { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "*Her horse seemed offended as it approached, huffing hard as it bounded up and over the fence with similar dexterity, Ikehara barely noticing the change in elevation. Her attention was occupied by the humble abode, examining the wear and tear that would surely have built up from leaving a house unattended in the taiga.*\n\"You lived here with the wolves? Or have they got a den not too far?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Live here.\"*He answered simply, giving Carl a lighter tap to get him moving towards the house.*\"I guess you can consider it a vacation home of sorts for whenever I'm in the area. The wolves stay inside whenever I visit, but I leave them to roam around outdoors whenever I'm gone.\"*As Carl slowed to a stop near the door, Terrel dismounted off of him and gave him a light pat.*\"Simultaneously convenient and inconvenient at the same time.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "\"By the- That's amazing! Runes, you say? Guess I never looked into it much...\"\n*She marveled, rubbing her chin as an impressed smile took to her lips. Her guard slowly lowered in this relatively safe place, the exhaustion from her heightened awareness seeped into her bones, visibly deflating as she let out a long, deep sigh.*\n\"Gods, I hate the cold...\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I've learned a lot about it in Prasia. That and well... This book I got from there. Once you start enchanting, can hardly stop.\"*He said with a light chuckle. Terrel watched the growing fire for a while, his attention only shifting back to the Kemonomimi as she brought up the cold weather. He had to admit, it did slow up travel a lot, both horseback and what energy they could expend to keep going when the weather wasn't in their best interest. Still though, he tended to prefer the cooler weather if not for the sake of watching from the warmth of the indoors. But he could see that probably wasn't same for his companion. Terrel shifted closer to her, gently pressing up against the Kemonomimi to give off some warmth to her alongside the fire.*\"It'll pass soon.\"*He said.*\"If we're lucky, the warmer months will arrive before we get too far north.\"*Terrel figured with the days that passed, there was only so much time left before the heat returned anyways.*\"Until then, maybe I can find something around the house to make traveling a bit easier.\"" }, { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "*Maybe it was the presence of the pack, but Ikehara couldn't help but rub her head against Terrel's shoulder, her ears flattening gently. She had come to rely on the elf, his cool demeanour able to put her at ease even during the worst of times. While she was mostly unflappable, even she had her low points.*\n\"To think, you were the first person I'd had a decent conversation with after leaving home...\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel allowed his head to rest atop hers for the time being, unable to stop the smile forming on what could be seen of his face.*\"Was I the only person you had conversation with or am I just a good conversationalist?\"*He asked her in a joking tone. Terrel allowed himself to go lax with the weight of travel behind them for now. There was always more to do tomorrow, but for now they could enjoy each other's company in a much warmer atmosphere. He rather enjoyed it.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "\"You got a spare room? What, expecting guests?\"\n*She chuckled dryly, raising a brow at the mild absurdity of this house. Her eyes wandered around the pack, cycling through their names again, settling on the Chief. You could tell he was their elder, with how he carried himself - despite the visible excitement from reuniting with his old master, it seemed.*\n\"Not a bad idea. The sun will drop soon, anyway.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Came with the house.\"*He said back with a look of amusement. The Silnari gradually got up from where he sat, the wolves idly shuffling around his legs to avoid accidentally getting stepped on. He offered a hand down to her.*\"Got to be glad it did. Wouldn't want to be sleeping on the couch, hm?\"*He asked. Terrel supposed she made a fair point. There was hardly reason for the extra addition if it were just him and the wolves returning home by the end of the day. He supposed it made it all the more fortunate when guests did come over whenever that may happen. However, he spent so much time traveling, that he hadn't really thought of it much.*" }, { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "\"Not fussed either way. Glad to sleep in a decent bed, though it's probably dusty... Lead the way, o' head of the pack.\"\n*She took his hand and pulled herself to her feet, laughing as she teased him; avoiding stepping on any tails in the sea of mottled white.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Guess the dust beats the snow.\"*He thought aloud with a grin, leading the way in stepping over the resting wolves. Terrel took a moment to envision the dark house, continuing along a path of familiar layout until he could eventually navigate his way to the stairs. A few of the younger wolves curiously followed after them as he continued along up the narrow stairway until he eventually made his way to the top where a more open area sat. Just beyond it were a few rooms. Two of which to be assumed for guests if not storage, but from the light streaming in through the windows of each, it seemed that were all well furnished enough to have a bed at least. He showed her into one of them, mainly chosen at random, but by any's fortune it seemed to have a nice view of the fenced off land where the horses roamed, continuing onward until only the taiga forest could be seen stretching on for miles.*\"I believe this should be suitable for a night, wouldn't you say?\"*He jested, deciding to stay by the doorway in allowing her to get settled for the time being.*" }, { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "\"I'd say so, yes...\"\n*She gave a small yawn, the fatigue hitting her again as the promise of sleep lay before her. She gave the sheets a dust-off, though nothing that there was little settled - then checked the mattress and pillows for insects or animals. She only found the odd spider, so it was manageable.*\n\n\"Thank you Terrel, this will do fine.\"\n*Ikehara returned in a quieter voice, smiling warmly as she slung her arms around his shoulders in a small embrace - feeling immediately awkward about it as she stiffened up.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel drew still at the sudden hug, taken by surprise from it. It wasn't often he was given one, which he was typically glad for. However, he didn't seem to mind receiving one from the Kemonomimi, even smiling slightly when it wasn't visible to her. He slowly lowered his arms, wrapping them around her to return an embrace for the first time in ages.*\"You're welcome...\"*He said simply, not seeming to have a quip added this time as he soon let go of her to spare her of an extended awkwardness he could feel from how stiff she was. The Silnari turned to walk off soon after only glancing back to spare a look of her and say:*\"I'll be just next door if you need anything.\"*There was a bit of a pause in his words, seeming like he was going to add onto it before giving up altogether and turning away once more to head off.*\"Goodnight Ikehara.\"*He eventually got out as he left the room.*" }, { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "\"Night...\"\n*She mumbled back, rubbing her face as it warmed. Maybe it was the fact that they were in what approximated Terrel's home, but it had felt appropriate - though she questioned that after the fact.*\n\"It's too cold- I'll feel better in the morning...\"\n*She eventually sighed, settling on the side of the bed and watching the frost-touched sunset before letting herself rest.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Come the next morning, Terrel found himself having risen early to search around the house for a bit in an attempt of upholding his previous promise of easier travel. At one point he had finally found what it was that he was looking for and, with the sun just making its way above the horizon, the Silnari made his return back to where the rooms were. He took a pause, silently debating for a moment before he eventually walked over to Ikehara's room, coming to stand just at the doorway and lightly knocking at the wall around it.*\"You awake?\"*He asked her.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "\"Yep. We going?\"\n*The okamimi returned, sitting opposite the doorway with her crossbow. The limb undone, she was tinkering with one of the screws that tightened the mechanism, small flecks of grease on her fingertips. She slowly wound the piece back up, pulling the string taught again and resting it on her hip again, getting up and meeting him by the door.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Yeah.\"*He said at her approach.*\"But wanted to show you something first.\"*The Silnari gave a light tilt of his head before turning off to head back the way he came. At least there wasn't a lot to pack back up with them just arriving so to any's luck, they'd be able to reach the next town by nightfall.*" }, { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "*She didn't respond beyond a quizzical hum, following behind as she watched the passageway for any of the pack members.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*As Terrel made his way downstairs and into the living room, it gradually became apparent of the lack of other wolves in the house. Perhaps gone outside or something of the sort. Whichever the initial thought was, it was soon answered as he opened the door to the outside. They were met with a blast of cold air, soon followed up by the blinding environment that was the snow covered lands sparkling under the bright sunlight. In the middle of the field, all the wolves sat gathered around one another, strapped up in a harness with a sled trailing the end of all of them. Terrel took a step to the side and gestured to the contraption.*\"What do you think?\"*He asked.*\"New method of travel. This time, wolf powered.\"" }, { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "\"A taboggan? We had a few back home, during the winter months. I don't think we ever had wolves pulling them...\"\n*Ikehara cooed in wonder at the sight, kneeling by a clump of them and petting the willing members. She mumbled something vaguely canine, recalling the scraps of research into animal languages she'd learnt through osmosis back home.*\n\"We're heading further into the snow, I assume? Will the horses be coming along?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"It's for the best that we bring them along. There are predators out here you know.\"*He said with a chuckle as he walked over to the sled to make sure each of the wolves were properly fitted for it before going to retrieve his horse and bringing him over.*\"We can have them trot alongside.\"*He said, taking his horse's lead.*\"A bit unconventional, but what's a little fun while we travel?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "\"I'd feel better having them come along. Last thing I'd want is them to freeze or get hunted by something in these woods.\"\n*She shrugged, eyeing the pair of steeds worriedly as she whistled for her own. He trotted closer, taking a few tentative steps towards the bundle of predators at the front of the sled.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Then we shall bring them with.\"*He says, tying Carl's lead to the side of the sled so that the horse would be able to keep at their side when they traveled. Unlike a typical toboggan, the sled was built more like a dog sled, offering a proper handle to hold onto while standing at the back as well a place to sit down at in the front with the tied leads of all the wolves pulling just ahead of it. Terrel kept the horse's lead at the side of the handle, soon waiting for Ikehara to do the same.*\"Next stop Salvainia. A pretty popular place in the mainland I hear.\"" }, { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "\"They got snow down there? I've heard things about Salvainia, mostly good... Their emperor seems like an interesting man, though.\"\n*She mused at the mention, tying the lead slack and giving her horse a pat; whispering their plans and for him to follow. Settling in the seat in front, she twisted around to watch Terrel, clicking her tongue and nodding.*\n\"Take me places, driver!\"\n*A small smirk crawled up her face, giving the closest wolf a ruffling of ears and an encouraging bark.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Definitely a lot of snow around this time of year, but with our luck, the worst of it should be gone by the time we get there.\"*He said, leaning on the handle bars at the back. Terrel eyed Ikehara as she took a seat at the front, giving an amused shake of his head in response, before standing more upright.*\"To Salvania!\"*He called out.*\"Belxü!\"*The Elf says in his native tongue. The wolves turned tail, scrambling forwards with Chief to guide them into coordination at the front. Gradually, the sled began to move forward, forcing the horses to move along as it picked up speed. The wolves headed for the open gate, racing forwards until they eventually surpassed it in a bout of speed. Terrel let out a low laugh, his cloak flapping wildly as the wind of their departure picked up. Though the twos final destination remained uncertain, Terrel was sure Ikehara would grow to enjoy Salvainia much like he had in time.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "The Ursinoid found herself stalking through the forests of Kadho, hunting for something to eat. She wasn't too hungry yet, but it would take time to catch and prepare something. Thankfully, now that spring was finally here, the trees and plants had regained much of their green leaves and colorful flowers. While Sonja was by no means small, it still made hunting that much easier than it might have been otherwise.\n\nBut as the large Beastkin carefully moved through the trees, being sure not upset any plants or leaves, a strangely similar sent caught her attention! She paused, sniffing the her for a moment, before turning in the direction it seemed to have drifted from. Surely it couldn't be what she thought it was, right? Determined to get to the bottom of this, Sonja temporarily abandoned her quest for food, instead pursing this strange smell that had piqued her interest." }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "Besidws the grass and faint smells of prey items, a pair of very distinguished, yet distant scents wafted on the wind. Vague as they were, the general idea was easy to pick of what these things were. What smelled of produce and metal, and another that smelled like blood, scales, and leather. Only shortly did she has to travel before she came across what mightve been believed to be the source of the smells. \n\nThere was a huge... Ass... *Dragon*. Just, laying in the grass, sleeping away. While it was already abnormal and quite frightening for such a beast to be sleeping out here, there another thing that blatantly stood out; a leather saddle strapped over its back. Looked to be hand crafted, with all sorts of designs etched into the Hide exterior. Strangely, the beast seemed to be alone out here... Though surely the rider wasn't far off, and by the smells, she was already here." }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "As the Ursinoid huntress laid eyes on the massive scaly beast, she froze in place. What the heck was that?! It looked totally foreign to Sonja, who had never heard of dragons before, let alone seen one in person. Not wanting to take her chances with this particularly tough looking creature, the Beastkin bear was about to call it quits and return to her previous scavenging. But something caught her attention: the saddle.\n\nApparently, the imposing monster was domesticated? Sonja found that hard to believe, but it seemed they weren't alone. Yes, that familiar scent was stronger here. Perhaps they were even this beast's rider? How curious.\n\nKeeping a watchful brown eye on the sleeping dragon, the Ursinoid took a moment to separate these strange scents. There was fresh grass, scales, leathers, blood... Perhaps the monster had had a meal and was passive for the moment? Sonja could only hope. Then, she smelled it again! She slowly began to follow the scent, careful not to disturb the sleeping dragon as she searched the nearby forest for its presumed rider." }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "The scent was right on the other side of the beast, it seemed! She was so close, and so careful yet... Careful as she was to sneak around the beast, it left a cold huff out from its mouth and it's piercing orange eyes opened up. It glared at Sonja as she tip-toed across before lifting its head and letting this loooow rumble out from within it's breast. It seemed ready to defend itself, and presumably it's rider too, but it didn't quite act yet. It simply laid there in patient waiting, before another sound piped up from below the wing on the other side of the beast.\n\n*\"Ssshhhh, shut up, if it's another fox I'm going to smack you.\"* The voice mumbled in Runrant from below the wing.\nA language that unfortunately, Sonja did not know. But a voice that she likely recognized. The voice - and specifically that *Thick* Mentian accent of a certain dog.\nA dog who, despite the current circumstances, did not at all seem even remotely concerned with the current happenings. She didn't even leave from below the wing of the beast, instead opting to try to go back to sleep." }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "The scent was right on the other side of the beast, it seemed! She was so close, and so careful yet... Careful as she was to sneak around the beast, it left a cold huff out from its mouth and it's piercing orange eyes opened up. It glared at Sonja as she tip-toed across before lifting its head and letting this loooow rumble out from within it's breast. It seemed ready to defend itself, and presumably it's rider too, but it didn't quite act yet. It simply laid there in patient waiting, before another sound piped up from below the wing on the other side of the beast. *\"Ssshhhh, shut up, if it's another fox I'm going to smack you.\"* The voice mumbled in Runrant from below the wing. A language that unfortunately, Sonja did not know. But a voice that she likely recognized. The voice - and specifically that *Thick* Mentian accent of a certain dog. A dog who, despite the current circumstances, did not at all seem even remotely concerned with the current happenings. She didn't even leave from below the wing of the beast, instead opting to try to go back to sleep.\n\nSonja froze as the beast awakened. She could see—and feel—its piercing orange eyes fixed on her. That *Really* Didn't seem. Her fight or flight instinct was kicking in now, and given the truly massive size of the scaly beast, Sonja wasn't sure even her large greataxe would do anything against it. But before the Ursinoid could make good on her flight, a familiar voice wafted through the air, though the words themselves were meaningless to Sonja.\n\nBetween the scent and the voice, there was no more doubt in her mind. But rather than try to confirm it visually, Sonja chose to stay still, perhaps worried about what the scale covered monster might do.\n\n\"...Carlyn!\" The Ursinoid half whispered, half hissed. \"...It's Sonja. Are you under there? What is this... *Thing?*\" She wasn't sure what to call it." }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "Carlyn's response was immediate, and her codeswitching kicked in almost instantaneously to Hasaapian.\n*\"Sonja?! Wha-\"*\n\nThe brown haired kemono pushed her way out from under the wing of the dragon, who protested with a groan and almost smacked Carlyn with her wing, though eventually lifted it up and let her free. Without word, Carlyn lunged forward into Sonja (complete with damn near losing her footing, she was already on the move before even standing up) and giving her this great big hug - as big as she could manage on a woman much bigger than she was.\n\n*\"What are you doing here?! I-I hadn't thought I'd see you for months to come! But- like, y-.\"*\nCarlyn reached up and stepped back, placing her hands against Sonja's arms to take a good look at her. The dog looked as happy as ever, if not more than usual.\n*\"You're here! You're here, in my home, and not at that... Stupid little village we were holed in!\"*" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "To Sonja's surprise, Carlyn emerged from under the monster's wing without injury. She was relieved this creature hadn't been planning to eat her friend. Before the Ursinoid even had time to react, the friendly dog had pulled her into a great big big hug! Sonja remained rigid at first, almost awkwardly so. She wasn't used to being hugged. It was a foreign sensation, but warm. Perhaps it would have also been easier to relax if not for the large scaly beast lurking just yonder.\n\n\"I... Well... Yes.\" Sonja affirmed with a nod, one of her brown bear ears twitching. The serious bear even managed a faint smile at the sight of her happy friend. Sonja seemed about as big as she had been before, and while she still dressed rather plainly, it was clear their lucrative escapades as a mercenary group had helped her acquire better gear.\n\n\"Work brought me this way.\" That was one way to put it. \"And... I heard there was good fish here.\" She cautiously explained, before reaching out to give Carlyn a gentle pat on the head, ruffling her ears. \"...How have you been? Who's the giant lizard?\"" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "She appreciated the pat on her head, before backing away and giving a thoughful nod about seeking work. Truthbetold, she had come back home to make a bit of money whilst their duties in Tellemuiler were on standby. She hadn't wanted to sit around all day waiting for the call to action, and clearly Sonja hadn't been inclined to, either.\nInterestingly, Carlyn dressed quite *Differently* Than she had when in the village. Most of the time, she wore nothing short of 'rich people' clothing. Probably all her best stuff from home. She made her appearance, particularly any sort of 'cute' factor stand out. It was either that, or the exact opposite, with her reinforced full maille armor on. But here in the middle of the damn woods? Shotty tunic, rugged pants, and no shoes. Almost looked homeless, funny enough.\n\n*\"La'Vera, my pet. I'm surprised you don't remember, this is the dragon we saved almost half a year ago now. He's quite obidient... Usually. But he's also good company when I'm out in the woods.\"*\n\nCarlyn started speaking at the beast in Runrant again, holding out her hand and walking towards it. The beast lowered it's head and let her pat it's snout with a huff.\nHer head turned back over her shoulder, giving Sonja a bright smile and saying, *\"I've been quite good, actually! I came back home to make money at the shop again. Besides that, I've just been enjoying sleeping in my own bed again. Even if being back here is temporary, I'm enjoying it. And, yeah! The fish here is incredible! No surprise, this is a port town after all, but in my opinion the ones that go through the rivers out here are better than any of the ocean fish.\"*" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "The informal garb of Carlyn certainly threw her off. Why, the dog looked almost as homeless as Sonja was! She decided not to comment on it though, concluding that the remote location must have been the reason for it. After all, who would want their fanciest garments frayed by dragon scales and marked with grass stains?\n\nHearing the name, Sonja did a double take, glancing between the dragon and Carlyn skeptically. Finally, it clicked for her, and she nodded slowly. \"...Oh, from those raiders. Yes, I remember now.\" Although a bit surprised that Carlyn had kept such an imposing (and large) creature around, she supposed their comradery had been apparent, even back then. \"I can only imagine where you keep him...\"\n\nWhile the prospect of working a shop didn't sound particularly enjoyable to Sonja, she could tell that her friend seemed to really appreciate all familiarity of home. The Ursinoid supposed she would have happily taken a job in a shop too, if it meant she could go back to her home one last time.\n\n\"Your... Family shop?\" Sonja wondered, seeming to recall the dog girl had mentioned something about that many moons ago. \"I'm glad to hear business is going well. Maybe... I could even buy some fish from you.\" She mused with a soft chuckle." } ]

[ { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "*\"It was a pain at first, but I made a deal with some people. He stays in a large stable on the outside of town. It helps I'm so crafty with words.\"*\n\nShe turned away from the Dragon now and faced Sonja again. A nod was given about her home, stating, *\"I'd love to sell to you some day. My parents expanded a bit from general goods to food goods as well, so we should have fish. For awhile we only sold things like tools, weapons, spices, and what not. I worked out some deals with local fishers though, and also a butcher. Business has never been better! But enough about me, what have you and the others been up to - if you know. I think about you all often.\"*" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "\"I see...\" Sonja nodded slowly. It must have been quite a deal indeed. She suspected most wouldn't be too keen on the idea of such a large and potentially dangerous beast lurking on the outskirts of their town. Carlyn's silver tongue had clearly worked wonders, so far as Sonja was concerned.\n\n\"You've been working hard.\" The Ursinoid observed. Between getting the dragon at place to stay and expanding her parent's business, things seemed quite busy for the dog.\n\nNow faced with recounting her own adventures over the past few months, Sonja paused for a moment and rubbed her chin. \"Not sure about the others. I found some simple jobs to pass the time...\" There wasn't anything particularly interesting, up until recently. She was hesitant to reveal all the details though, acutely aware that Carlyn's good nature might disapprove. \"Presently though, I'm headed to Kadhok.\"\n\nSonja glanced warily towards the dragon, perhaps not entirely convinced it was safe." }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "*\"Aye, okay!\"* Carlyn gave a nod, turning her head over her shoulder and telling the dragon a handful of what were apparently commands, because as soon as she lifted her hand the beast gave a disapproving hmph and flexed its wings. It looked like it was about to fly... And then...!\n\nIt started walking off in a random direction - more than likely to wherever Carlyn had told it to go to. Still, it seemed quite lethargic and didn't exactly want to exert itself. Goofy ass dragon. More like a cat than anything.\n\nIn any case, Carlyn looked back and gave a confirming nod, stating, *\"I'll head back with you. I've been out in the field all day - today was my day off. Starting to lose light though, or well... I will be in a few hours. Might as well head back, I can show you my house and what not. You could stay for dinner with us, too. We've always got extra food for company - we usually expect someone to show up. Friends, family, other merchants, so on and so forth.\"*" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "Sonja flinched, perhaps under the impression she was about to be swept away by a great gust of wind. However, much to her surprise, this did not occur. Instead the large creature just lumbered off. Despite a fearsome appearance, in many ways it seemed to behave more like an overgrown house pet. That made it... A little less terrifying.\n\n\"Company would be nice...\" The Ursinoid reluctantly admitted, turning her gaze back to Carlyn. Her trip thus far had been ventured alone. Although not wanting to impose on Carlyn's family with this sudden appearance, it sounded like such a thing was a regular occurrence. So the Beastkin nodded slowly.\n\n\"And warm food, too.\" It went without saying that good meals were hard to come by while on the trail. \"Your hospitality is appreciated, Carlyn.\" Sonja then turned to go, unsure whether they were walking back together, or... Well that dragon had had a saddle on it." }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "The beast had seemed to depart in almost the opposite direction to them. Must've been quite the ways away, and for good reason too that Carlyn would've picked it. Housing La'Vera is a stables closer to town would've net her quite a bit of trouble with both the authorities and the locals. Besides that, though, Carlyn accompanied Sonja off towards Kadho.\n\n*\"I have to agree. As much as I love La'Vera's company, it's not quite the same as someone who I can actually... Talk to. I can't share all my deepest secrets with people like I can the Wyvern, but at least we can hold a conversation, y'know?\"* She replied back cheerily. A few steps were taken towards where they had been sleeping and she lifted that mighty spear she always carried. Bailaen. It had been awhile since Sonja laid eyes on it, and sure enough, much like the shortspear before it and the saddle of La'Vera, the wooden handle had been etched into with a seet of specialized tools. All sorts of cute little designs and words here and there, though unlike the Shortspear there seemed to be a better sense of art to it. She had said she owned her shortspear as a kid, so it's not a surprise she's improved with age.\n\n*\"Don't mention it, y'know? We're friends, it's what we do for each other that matters. I'd be glad to have you anytime, and my parents and sister would too.\"*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*As the two were talking to each other in a forest it was no surprise for there to be the sounds of nature. Birds chirping, wind rustling through the trees, and the occasional odd sound of movement from some wild animal. The movement of a wild animal is what could now be heard not too far from the the two. A twig snapping under hoof and the strained breathing of something having just stopped running. Not too far off a wild deer had come from the other side of the forest. It was a fairly average specimen of the species, the only oddity of it being the presence of emerald green eyes (though such detail can probably not be seen at this distance).*" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "It seemed the dragon would not be their primary mode of transportation. That was fine by Sonja, who always felt more confident traveling on her own two feet. She kept pace with Carlyn as they headed towards town.\n\n\"Makes sense...\" Sonja agreed with a nod. Of course, this was not a circumstance the Ursinoid had ever found herself in, but the logic used to get there seemed reasonable enough. The friendly invitation to Carlyn's home was one she wished she could have reciprocated, but that would have required Sonja to still have one of those. \"Yes. It would be an honor to fight along side you again sometime, Carlyn.\"\n\nNoticing the carefully etched wooden hand of that large, Sonja paused a moment. \"Still have your spear, I see... Matches the saddle. You carved them yourself? What do they say?\" She assumed the words held some importance, but the Ursinoid couldn't speak or read Carlyn's native tongue.\n\nHearing a disturbance not far off, Sonja glanced towards it, sniffing the air. A deer. But something seemed odd about its scent. The Ursinoid couldn't quite place a finger on it, but she motioned slowly towards the dear, as if to draw Carlyn's attention to the bit of nature that had graced them on their journey. It was a good thing the dog had offered her dinner, otherwise the large Ursinoid might have unslung her giant crossbow." }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "*\"Well, fighting or not, I'd love to rejoin the company again soon. I've been waiting till we get called back to action, but... You know, I don't think I care anymore about that. I just want to be back with my friends.\"*\nOf course, Carlyn had always been in her best element when with others, so it's not a big surprise she had been silently suffering away for so long - even if she were with her family. Truthbetold, she loves them, but it's hard to really talk to them. A lot of their ideas conflict and it shows - hell, the whole reason why she took up mercenary work in the first place was due to a disagreement about working.\n\nGently, she looked at the spear in her hand as she picked it up, stating, *\"Of course not. Why would I get rid of it? This thing has gone through hell and back,\"* For a moment she brandished it to show Sonja. The writings on it were in all sorts of languages. Mostly in Mentian, but there were a few words here and there in Silnarian and Hasaapian she could track of. Things like *March On!*, *Where are the Birds?*, but what might've stood out importantly was *Never Forget Those Who Fight Further,* Along with the date that their company had initially met. It was certainly a flex of her lexical diary - had she recognized them, she caught traces of Kirigic and Prasi as well. So, that totalled the six languages. Silnarian, Menti, Runrant, Hasaapian, Kirigic, and Prasi. Christ almighty this damned dog knew a lot of languages.\nBesides a lot of words, there were plenty of small doodles as well. Just... Random stuff. Of little dragons, foxes, swords, shroompeople, and she even saw a little Sivne on there. Cute.\n\nCarlyn caught wind of the sounds and smell of the deer a bit after Sonja did, and she stopped in her footsteps. It wasn't until it was pointed out to her that she saw where it was, and she quietly gave a nod and... Ah... *Lifted her spear.*\nFunny enough, the usually passive and friendly Carlyn seemed more intent on hunting the deer than the Bear did. It wasn't like they were at a deficit of food at home, it just... That's just who she was. See a deer, it means meat. Meat means food. Food means money. Money means MONEY! So, she's prepping up very slowly without even speaking a word." }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*The creature had begun to graze almost passively. Common behaviour to be seen but what stood out from this grazing was the occasional glance upwards, strangely the deer was every few moments looking up at the cue of birds chirping. Almost as if bird watching was a hobby for it.*\n\n*With Carlyn approaching and coming closer more details could be seen of the deer. Small for its size but not quite small enough to be a muntjac. The horns are long and pointed, sharp even, a unique prize for a hunter perhaps or just a valuable sale to a merchant seeing as that's whats on the dog's mind today. Though like all animals in the world, one knew to avoid predators. Stopping its grazing and raising its ears, disturbed not by sound or sight but by the strange smell of bear and dog permeating the area. Paranoid eyes scanned around for a second before calming down. Maybe if Carlyn was silent she could get close enough but the deer seems aware now it's not alone in the forest.*\n\n*Internally Shaw had debated whether to move on from this forest. Mentally sighing from tiredness and frustration, knowing it'd be easier to navigate in his Silnari form but slower. Maybe one day he'll finally pay for a horse so he no longer needs to traverse the country slowly on his own two feet or as an animal. Oh well, time to enjoy more grass on this lovely and peaceful day were nothing could go wrong. Nothing at all*" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "\"There is plenty of action to be had. We should summon the others to continue our adventures in the near future.\" The Ursinoid concluded with a small nod. Not only was it nice to have traveling companions, they could accomplish more together, and made decent money at it too. Not that Sonja was particularly low on coin at the moment.\n\nHearing Carlyn's remark about the spear, the Beastkin nodded and chuckled softly to herself. \"Yes, yes of course... I meant, I'm surprised it's survived in such good condition.\" Of course, Sonja was a 6'7\" Super bear. It seemed likely that regular melee weapons, even ones that were well made, wouldn't survive all that long in her hands unless specially designed for larger combatants to wield.\n\nAs the weapon was brandished, Sonja was able to get a better look. Now that she was up close, she could make out some of the words! There were plenty she didn't understand though. Clearly there were multiple languages on the weapons, though the bear had no idea about the ones she didn't know. The date their company formed, she did note with a small smile and nod of approval. \"...I think you could make a living just by engraving things.\"\n\nSonja hadn't meant to point out the deer with the intention of hunting it. Frankly, she was surprised that the typically kindhearted Carlyn planned to hunt it despite not needing it for food. This seemed rather wasteful to the Ursinoid. She silently waved her hand, in a subtle attempt to use her nature speech magic to telepathically warn the deer. While it would have worked on an actual dear, how it affected a shapeshifter was unclear..." }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "Carlyn gentled lowered her spear when the hand was placed before her, and she looked up at Sonja for a moment. It took her a moment, but she had remembered that the bear could speak fluently with the flora; a language that she was unfortunately not gifted in.\n*\"Is it saying anything?\"* She asked to Sonja, though even as she spoke, her eyes were still locked on the little animal across the way. Clearly she had wanted some weird-ass deer meat.\n\nRegardless, she was more than willing to oblige. So idly she went again, just watching for the moment." } ]

[ { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "Zed this was over a year ago" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*The local coffee shop. Many gathered here to get together, to have breakfast, or just to relax and watch the city sights. But just like today's average college student, Cuo was here to do one thing; study.*\n\n*She had (possibly unfortunately) discovered the deliciousness of coffee with extra cream and sugar, with 9 empty mugs surrounding her as she sipped a tenth, her eyes pouring over the pages of Garuda's grimoire. Also next to her were 10 plates, with an eleventh holding a half-eaten raspberry danish. It seems that she was blowing her pay on snacks and coffee.*" }, { "author": "wheyfarer", "message": "Myhan strode in, mostly looking to probe the rumor mill for new information after returning to Kadho, when he suddenly stalled in his tracks, noticing that for once most of the attention of those idling in the coffee shop weren't on his stature, but rather a ravenous being that had taken up the form of a Runranian girl, which it had probably consumed to steal her face-\n\nWait no, that was just Cuo and Garuda... How was she stuffing so much food and drink into her stomach though? Was Garuda actually a hungry ghost? \n\nHe just had to know. Anyhow, it would be rude to pretender his party member was not there.\n\nMyhan slowly strode over, ignore the looks of the others shift onto him before slowly and awkwardly coughing behind her back." }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*G-\"What was he doing here?\"*\n\n*The crow, watching from a nearby fencepost, watched the Titan enter the coffeeshop that Cuo was studying at. Curious, she walked in behind him with her stubby crow legs, before flying and perching on his shoulder as he stood behind Cuo. Said Cuo turned around, facing Myhan's chest before looking up to see the Titan. She looked at him for a moment, before the danish floated up to her mouth and she took a bite without so much as a look to the pastry.*\n\n\"Oh! You're the sweaty elephant Garuda was telling me about! The coffee here is really good! So are the pastries! You can't have any of mine though.\"" }, { "author": "wheyfarer", "message": "\"Sweaty el-\" Myhan sighed, letting out a deep exhale. \"That damn crow certainly does have a way of words alright- and speak of the devil.\" He murmured as said crow perched on his shoulder.\n\nResisting the urge to grip the bird with his massive palm, he instead returned his attention to Cuo. \"Yes, yes. This coffee shop has got some renown to it. I'm a patron myself whenever I'm in the city. He strides over, using a flick of his fingers to conjure a massive chair to sit on, before leaning into it. \n\n\"...Don't worry about me stealing your pastries, though I have to ask... How are you putting so much food and drink away?\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"How? It's good! That's why. It's better than the regular tea in Runra.\"\n\n*Cuo talked through a mouthful of pastry and jam. The crow laughed at Myhan before flying over onto the table, pecking at some of the crumbs she left behind.*\n\n\"Though, my taste for tea might be soured by people putting weird stuff in it.\"" }, { "author": "wheyfarer", "message": "\"...So good that you can clear enough food and coffee for a small family?\" He raised an eyebrow at the stacked plates. \n\nSure, sure. Likely story. \n\n\"What kind of tea are you used to seeing, anyway?\" He had heard of exotic teas from the orient, but there were many regional products and he was no tea connoiseur, anyway." }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"Really? I just kept ordering more and more. I didn't get to eat a lot when I was young, so I can eat a lot now!\"\n\n*Meanwhile she was barely an adult.*\n\n\"Oh, uh, most of the time it was normal. But I've had people put some weird leaves in it, or sometimes bugs, squashed and not. One time even their feet. It's why I don't like tea much anymore. Garuda said drinks like tea and coffee are good for studying though.\"" }, { "author": "wheyfarer", "message": "\"...How much is didn't eat a lot?\" Myhan's eyebrows rose, suddenly feeling slightly concerned. \"And while I've heard of tea brewed with different herbs... Bugs are a bit exotic and... Feet? Feet tea?!\"\n\nHis eyebrows continued to scale Mount Myhan, and his concern had condensed from a vapour into liquid, manifesting into the real world in the form of a few beads of sweat.\n\n\"The crow's right that tea and coffee help to focus the spirits, but I'm not sure any amount of... Feet tea would help with focus. What's up with that, anyway?\" He asked, finding that he might be taking a step into a very strange rabbithole." }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"Oh, that was because they'd know the tea was for me. It's nasty. Only regular tea is good. Now I can't drink it without thinking about it though.\"\n\n*Cuo briefly looked at her book, flipping the page to what looked like a magic focus in the shape of a sword hilt that lacked a blade. A floating cup of coffee was once again sipped; it was a wonder that she hadn't spilled at any point.*\n\n\"Aren't you going to get anything? Most people drink coffee at a coffeehouse, you know.\"" }, { "author": "wheyfarer", "message": "\"...I don't know much about you used to do, but it sure doesn't sound like those people you knew were treating you well.\" Myhan blandly stated the obvious, as his eyebrows reached the stratosphere with concern.\n\nThere were only 2 reasons for what she had said, and he very muched doubted any local tradition would involve dipping feet in tea for someone.\n\nAnyway, it seems that Cuo was studying something magic related. The picture was quite curious and rather interesting, though he had no frame of reference for it- he would probably have to ask later what it was. \n\nMyhan blinked as Cuo reminded him what a coffee shop was meant for- he had been so distracted by the shenanigans Cuo had been getting up to that he had forgotten what he had initially came to the coffee shop to do.\n\nEying Cuo's admittedly impressive telekinetically manipulation of the cup, he nodded at her, before turning to whoever was manning the counter.\n\n\"I'll have a *Kapuziner*. Extra large mug, of course.\" He stated as he slid a few coins across the table." }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"....\"\n\n*Even if it was briefly, Myhan could detect a sudden release of malice from the young mage as he mentioned she wasn't treated well. Rather than a conscious expression though, it was as if it were water being released from a dam. Her heart rate increased, her skin got hot, her pupils dilated, and her breathing became heavy ever so slightly before she calmed down again. Cuo seemed to avoid the question, and the Titan began to feel the same malice from the grimoire of all things.*\n\n\"Garuda, what's this weird thing?\"\n\n*The titan's coin was accepted, with the waiter taking the empty plates and mugs and giving Garuda some pets, which she seemed to enjoy. An extra large Kapunizer was soon brought over, dark, rich espresso with a healthy serving of whipped cream on top, sprinkled with some fresh grated chocolate.*\n\nG-\"It's a battle wand. It acts like the gauntlet Sirdan was wearing. When some spells are cast, you're vulnerable. This helps with that. Ooh, I can't wait to dual wield again-\"" }, { "author": "wheyfarer", "message": "Noticing the question had not sat well and some exceptionally strange feelings from that direction, Myhan decided to not prod her further now. The lack of answer basically confirmed things for him, anyhow- no need to cause her more distress.\n\nThere was something particularly strange about the grimoire, but he could not quite put a finger on it currently.\n\nAfter thanking the waiter and taking a swig from his almost decadent cup of coffee with pleasure and trying not to choke at Garuda getting petted, he put his cup down and took a closer look at what they were discussing.\n\n\"A foci, hmm? Interesting design.\" Myhan was less focused on the magical profession, but he had more than ample time to refine his knowledge of magic over the past centuries.\n\n\" Almost like a sword's hilt...\" He mused, noting the obvious. \"Is there any reason for that design choice?\" \n\nHe had seen quite a few similar designs, but a hiltless blade rather unique even among them." }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "G-\"Yes. Here, when fully activated, it should look sort of like this. Imagine this feather is a stream of magic that's being channeled.\"\n\n*Garuda plucked out a feather, placing it on the hilt. Together, it looked like a sword with a black feather blade.*\n\nG-\"Of course, the mana color depends on the spell being cast. But it effectively allows me to wield magic in melee range without much risk of counterattack. As for why it looks like that, well, it looks cool. Eventually, when the contract is expanded even more, I may even be able to wield more proper weapons while being able to cast spells.\"\n\n*The crow turned to the next page, with a variety of weapons being shown. Blades, a 3 section staff, polearms, and even a massive mace, but all seemed to work as magic foci as well.*\n\n\"Using these requires heavy specialization into combat casting. Channeling mana through a weapon can be difficult for spells not made for it.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "wheyfarer", "message": "\"Oh, I know what you're doing here.\" Myhan rubs his chin with piqued dacademic interest, the scholar buried within every 2 century old giant awakened. \n\n\"You forgo a weapon to focus on applying a somatic component to your spell with hand gestures, allowing you to more precisely direct your spells, designate targets, and also hasten the speed and widen the range of your spell. Thereotically speaking, if you can heighten your speed enough, you can forgo a sword entirely to strike. I usually see this more with aeromancers, but this works as well... One theory I have is that blah blah blah...\"\n\nAs Myhan and Garuda went on and on about magic, it was only when Cuo awoke that the titan had noticed she had even slept at all. Sighing, Myhan was about to say something before suddenly, he stalled as a thought came to mind. With a twinkle in his eye and winking at Garuda, he then proceeded to cough very conspiciously to get her attention while she was still disoriented.\n\n\"Had a nice dream? Good timing, because the shop is about to close! Shame about the pastries you ordered though.\" Myhan made sure to mock sigh to sell it to the hapless girl." }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "G-\"I actually am an Aeromancer. My specialties are the Artifice and Aero schools. They used to call me 'The Steel Raven' back in the day. And you are correct. It's more nimble than a sword, yet slashes just as effectively...\"\n\n\"Huh? Closing??!!\"\n\n*Cuo sat up straight, awake, and Garuda turned to her. If she were human, a sly smile would have appeared on her face.*\n\n\"Yep, you got 5 minutes.\"\n\n*The mage looked at Myhan, then at Garuda. Just how long had they been talking about magic? Did she pass out for that long? In a rush, Cuo began chowing down on the few remaining pastries, washing it down with half a cup of coffee, earning more strange looks from the people in the store.*" }, { "author": "wheyfarer", "message": "\"That adds up- I did notice traces of the aeromancy discipline in what you've been talking about and doing.\" Myhan nods sagely, before turning his attention back to Cuo. His grin broadening with playful malice, he begun to cheer her futile efforts along with a spontaneously improvised jingle, in a sing-song voice of deep baritone.\n\n\"Hurry hurry, Do not tarry! \nThe waiters are wiping the stoves, the cooks are closing the store-\nThe horses are sleeping and the owner's marching!\nThey will come, They will come!\"\n\nAfter ensuring that Cuo was fully focused on gourging herself on chunks of food and mouthfuls of beverage, he sneakily side-eyed a certain crow and whispered to her.\n\n\"Say, how long do you think she'll need? Not her finding out, of course- but the food!\"\n\nIt seems that Myhan had 'pessimistically' observed that she wasn't going to realise the ruse until someone pointed it out to her, so he'll settle for the next best \"Sport\" To bet on." } ]

[ { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "G-\"2 minutes. You'd be surprised on how much food she can fit into that tiny body of hers.\"\n\n*Cuo continued to scarf down the food, assisting herself with mage hands that tore the pastries into convenient bite sized pieces before once again downing the coffee, probably consuming a month's worth of sugar in a single sitting. It would, in fact, take two minutes, with Cuo suddenly closing the book and letting out a small burp.*\n\n\"They're closing let's go!\"\n\n*And she proceeded to bolt out the door, albiet no faster than the average man.*" }, { "author": "wheyfarer", "message": "Myhan watched, caught between mean-spirited mirth and rising amazement as Cuo, that twig of a girl did in fact clean her plates in 2 minutes flat, before turning to Garuda.\n\n\"...I don't think I've ever seen such a greatly outclassed human jaw dislodge itself so wide just to swallow a slice of pie before. In fact, I'm certain she's not fully human anymore. I believe you have inadvertently stumbled upon a descendant of a Bashe.\" He concluded sagely with a deadpan tone.\n\nHe looked again. He slowly gaped. \n\n\"That mastery over the mage hand spell... To coordinate so many in the harmonious pursuit of singular goal. I'm torn between respect for a master of the craft and offense over the near profane usage of this spell.\"\n\nSoon enough, when she was done- Myhan was inevitably left in solemn awe at the grand feat that had been accomplished.\n\n\"With 10 seconds to spare on the clock... You know, I think I might have discounted her talents. Now I just need to figure what the hell is the point of these talents.\" He murmured with genuine respect.\n\nThen for a while, he peacefully sat in companiable silence with Garuda, sipping his rich coffee and stewing with contemplation in the aftermath of Cuo's deed. \n\nSeconds passed. Moments passed. Then, he suddenly remembered something.\n\n\"Uh... She's going to come back eventually, yes?\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "G-\"For all I know, her heritage could be that of a bag with infinite space inside of it manifested into humanity. That mage hand is apparently one of the only spells she was proficient in before meeting me. I imagine she's practiced it over and over.\"\n\n*The Raven looked out the door for a couple moments, before finally turning to Myhan.*\n\nG-\"You might want to go look for her. I don't think she's coming ba-ACK!\"\n\n*Garuda's sentence ended with a caw as she suddenly dissipated. Cuo __was__ the Spiritbinder, after all.*" } ]

[ { "author": "wheyfarer", "message": "Myhan panted as he turned the street leading to the alley, grimacing as he clutched the side of his chest.\n\nShit, his old wound was acting up. It had slowly gotten better over the years, and somehow finding a sense of purpose with his barony had done wonders for his well being- his spirits felt lighter, his limbs more limber, and even his scarred lung was giving him less trouble then before, but it seems that this particular impromptu foot sprint had agitated it.\n\nAt the very least Cuo made it easy with her crude use of mana, or his heart might just have burst from the strain of going on a wild goose chase.\n\nNarrowing his eyes as he scanned the alleyway, he sensed something oddly familiar. Was Cuo here? What shortcut would lead her to here in the first place?\n\nHe took a slow step in. And then he felt it. \n\nA dark Miasma expunged from a figure in the middle of an number of supplies laid there. Sowing the winds with a foul taint that might as well have been a hurricane to Myhan's senses. He was not that proficient at detecting magic, really- not like Sirdan, but he was a spiritbinder who knew death magic and the currents of emotion might as well have been a hurricane of turmoil to him.\n\nWhat was going on?\n\nHis brow furrowed further as he took another step. And another.\n\nAs his footfall quickly hastened, he opened his mouth.\n\n\"Cuo? You there?\" He stated, cleanly but with the slightest hint of hesitation." }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*As soon as Myhan opened his mouth, the mage's head turned towards him like a doll in a horror movie. Her usually cheerful eyes were a now almost a pitch black, burning with hate. Cuo stood up much more quickly than she's ever moved, and expressed her emotion by gathering it into a sphere of red-hot flames, thrusting it to Myhan and preparing to engulf him with the fury of hell-*\n\n\"Oh, Myhan.\"\n\n*As soon as she realized who it was and what he was carrying though, the flames immediately died out and her expression returned to normal with a sniffle and seemingly tears in the corner of her eyes.*\n\n\"....That was mean.\"" }, { "author": "wheyfarer", "message": "The old commander felt a old tingle of danger down his spine upon Cuo's initial gaze, and did bend his knees reflexively as Cuo conjured a malicious ball of fire, taken aback but ready to subdue her if needed-\n\nAnd she saw all the energy leave her being leaving behind a frail, saddened girl underneath those layers of smouldering hate.\n\nMyhan stood there for a moment, watching her wallow in sorrow with not even rats and bugs wanting to keep her company before he sighed, marching over.\n\nShe would feel the warmth of a massive palm gently patting her on the back, somehow soothing despite the immense strength clearly contained within it, as the giant crouched low beside her.\n\n\"It was.\" He admitted sincerely and solemnly \"I'm sorry.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*The sniffles soon turn to tears as Cuo was patted, the well of emotion overflowing and uncontained. She kept her head down as it eventually turned to sobs as Myhan used his words to comfort her.*\n\n\"P-please don't do anything like that again-\"\n\n*Cuo seemed to be making a fuss over a seemingly small prank; those who were more attentive would then deduce that it probably wasn't the first time she experienced this. Indeed, years ago, she had fallen victim again and again, growing cautious, then letting her guard down to fall victim again.*" } ]

[ { "author": "wheyfarer", "message": "Myhan sighed as he continued to pat her back. \"I won't.\" He state simply. He should have known better, really. But realistically speaking, hindsight was 20/20- he knew that she had been ill treated, but he could scarcely predict that such an obvious prank would be taken so poorly. Cuo's naivety and trauma ran deeper than he could have anticipated- there was simply too much about her history that he didn't know.\n\nWell, now he knew. He knew better, he would do better, and he would do her right for this. But first...\n\n\"Where's Garuda, anyway?\" He murmured, eyeing around her for any sign of a crow." }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*Cuo nodded as she wiped away her tears. She knew that Myhan probably didn't mean it; no matter how many times Garuda called him a sweaty elephant, he was a nice sweaty elephant. It was her that was hurt by it. No matter how many times it was done 'in good fun', Cuo couldn't help but feel terrible, humiliated and alone every time.*\n\n*Sniffle* \"She's here.\"\n\n*Cuo extended her hand, and a magical circle formed on it. Out popped Garuda the raven, who walked over to Cuo's shoulder.*\n\n\"I dismissed her earlier because I wanted to be alone.\"" }, { "author": "wheyfarer", "message": "\"I see. Mind if I borrow her for a bit? I've got a quick question.\"\n\nIf she agreed, he would then beckon the crow over by raising his own hand for her to perch on with a jump's distance, before drawing Garuda closer to his face and slightly turning his body away for a touch of privacy.\n\n\"...What happened on your end while I was trying to track her, away?\" He whispered as he side-eyed Cuo." }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*Garuda would oblige, hopping onto Myhan's finger as it was more than big enough to support her.*\n\n\"She ran through a crowd of people, and everyone backed away from her. I tried talking to her, but she told me to shut up, and dismissed my bird form. She didn't listen to me with my mental words either. No matter how much power I have, she *Is* The Spiritbinder.\"" }, { "author": "wheyfarer", "message": "\"...That was her reaction to being pranked, huh?\" The titan muttered." }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "G-\"I think it's the realization that she had been pranked. I don't think she saw it as a playful thing. Rather, she saw it as being made fun of, for being too gullible to believe such a ridiculous lie. She would complain to me about her life almost daily about stuff like this. And when it happens this often, it's not just fun little pranks.\"" }, { "author": "wheyfarer", "message": "\"I see.\" Myhan closed his eyes, kneading his brow with the back of his other hand. \"...Then I suppose going forward, I'll have to be upfront, honest... While not being inconsiderate. Enough drops can form a sea- and there are only so many small thing that one can tolerate without becoming an bigger issue... And so it seems that Cuo has long reached her limit.\"\n\nHe turns back towards Cuo, and then returns to Garuda.\n\n\"I'll start with a small apology. Is there any gift she might appreciate?\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"Yeah. She's had like 2 friends back in Runra. And one of them was her teacher. It's safe to say that she's constantly on the knife's edge. I'd get her...\"\n\n*Garuda seemed to be thinking for quite a while before turning back to Myhan.*\n\n\"I can think of food, particularly sweets, or maybe a nice book.\n\n*Meanwhile, Cuo is breathing deeply, trying to calm herself down.*" } ]

[ { "author": "wheyfarer", "message": "\"Alright, that's a good start.\" Myhan sighed, before reaching into his cloak and fetching out a sack that was bulging in oblong manner, before opening it.\n\nBright, glossy, yellowish strings of sausage like objects smelling faintly of fruit juices were revealed, and the old warrior quickly explained.\n\n\"Churchkhela. Strings of nuts like almond, walnut and hazelnuts stringed up and dipped into fruit juices and must- usually mulberry and grapes, and left to dry. Makes for a good snack ration for traveller due to the fact you could easily carry some with you on strings, it keeps for a fair while even in the open, and it's also heavy enough to keep your stomach satisfied. I'll developed quite a taste for them and buy them whenever I can- though nowadays it's easier to make and cure them myself, of course.\" Myhan chuckles, before tossing a string to Garuda.\n\n\"Here, have a taste. Plenty to go around.\"\n\nThen he walked towards Cuo and got on a knee to silently offer her another with an outstretched hand." }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"Huh? What's that?\"\n\n*Cuo stood up to match Myhan in the eyes, looking at the various nuts covered in fruit juice. They looked tiny compared to the Titan, but a massive treat for the mage.*\n\n\"Whoa!\"\n\n*Garuda snatched one, grabbing it with her foot as she ate it. Loki appeared out of nowhere, begging the crow for one, who obliged and sent down a couple nuts for the fox. Cuo graciously accepted, chowing down 3 in a single go.*\n\n\"It's so good!\"\n\n*Cuo quickly pounded down over half the Churchkhela in seconds, enjoying the nutty insides with the sweet, fruity coating. She then lokoed to Myhan, clearly happy.*\n\n\"If I keep adventuring with you guys, can I have stuff like this all the time?\"" }, { "author": "wheyfarer", "message": "\"...You may.\" Myhan chuckled, a bit relieved Cuo's mood turned around this quickly. She was a girl with simple desires, in the end. \n\n...Why was she even here in the first place instead of studying and making a living through less violent applications?\n\nMyhan mentally sighed as he offered the sack to her.\n\n\"Keep these with you on the march for now- these should last you for a while, don't go through them faster than I can make.\" He joked.\n\n...Well, regardless of the reason, as an elder, it was his duty to ensure the party's safety." }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*Cuo quickly polished off the rest of the snack, though noticably slowed down. Seems like it was indeed filling.*\n\n\"Garuda, you have to write down how to make these!\"\n\n*Garuda rolled her eyes, looking to Cuo.*\n\n\"You're the one with the hands. I can barely hold a pen with this.\"\n\n\"Just possess me for a little bit! My handwriting sucks!\"\n\n\"Then work on it more!\"\n\n\"Give me paper!\"\n\n\"Get it yourself!\"\n\n*The two bickered back and forth before Myhan offered Cuo the sack of Churchkhela, and she audibly gasped.*\n\n\"All for me? Oh, thank you Mr. Myhan! I forgot your last name sorry!\"\n\n*Cuo quickly bowed deeply before returning with a smile.*" }, { "author": "wheyfarer", "message": "\"Myhan Strong.\" The titan said with mirth. \"It's formally Baron Myhan Strong of Tieflandkai, but it's all really just ceremony. Anyway, I suppose I could write down the recipe for you when I have the time as well, it's easy.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"...Yeah I'm not remembering all that. Myhan Strong it is! Oh-the coffee shop is open, isn't it?\"\n\n\"Might as well study in the room now. Don't spend all your money on snacks and pastries.\"\n\n\"What else am I going to spend it on?\"\n\n*Garuda facepalmed using her wing before flying over and harassing Cuo's face.*\n\n\"Ow! Hey, what are you-ack-\"" }, { "author": "Corrupted Wraith Garuda", "message": "\"Ok, that's enough. I'll bring her over.\"\n\n*Garuda, now possessing Cuo, turned to Myhan.*\n\n\"Thanks for that, by the way. I'm not the best with apologies.\"" }, { "author": "wheyfarer", "message": "The old titan laughed. \"No problem! So, where are you bringing her now?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Corrupted Wraith Garuda", "message": "\"Back to the room. She's going to get bigger than I am if she keeps eating like that, and not in a good way. In case you thought I would get jealous.\"" }, { "author": "wheyfarer", "message": "\"Of what, crow?\" Myhan snorted though his smile remained. \"Anyway, tell her later that I'm sorry for interrupting her study session like that- oh and if she needs help with Death magic and anything relating to the spiritual discipline my doors are always open. I shan't bother you folks any further anyhow, I've got other things I must be attending to.\"" }, { "author": "Corrupted Wraith Garuda", "message": "\"Oh, I guess I haven't unleashed my full form yet huh? Maybe you'll see it eventually. Right now I'm just Cuo with a different personality.\"\n\n*Garuda let out a tch at Myhan's snort, clearly a light jab back at him.*\n\n\"I'm sure she's got the hang of it. I may have taught her how to do it, but I actually never learned it myself; only the theory. Anyway, I'll be off.\"" }, { "author": "wheyfarer", "message": "\"See you then.\" Myhan sighed, before he makes his own way out of the alley. He would return to the coffee shop another time, there were other matters he had to attend to." } ]

[ { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "Kadho's port was always a busy place. It was a never-ending flow of motion, from deckhands to captains, port hands and fleet attendants, all trying to manage their own individual cargo and ships. It was never, ever quiet, not even in the darkest hours of the night and *Especially* Not the earliest hours of the morning. In came a ship adorned with the Cydonian crest upon its sail, a first rate caravel carrying several bushels of crop and a dozen or so crates filled with cold, hard money from across the sea. For many days now, the S.S. Sinker - unfortunate she be named - has been further upshore trading with Mentian militants - armor and spears for coin and crops, so that they may be used to purchase more spears and armor to sell to the militants once again. This was the cycle of trade that all in Kadho had become used to, and that na'er changed when war came knocking on their doorstep.\n\n[ [*The Port Town of Kadho*](< ]\n\nAmong those on the port was a familiar Kemonomimi, who's brown hair and hazel eyes glistened light within the morning rays. In the past few years, she had gotten accustomed to the life of a sailing manager. Ever since she left her contract in Upper Mentia, she had returned home and purchased a trading ship impulsively to further her parents business along in the world and make more of a name for herself. It had suited her quite well.\n\nAn older man disboarded the ship from the plank, carrying with him a wooden board with several sheets of paper tacked to it. This list was handed to his superior, who looked over and then gave her thumbs-up of approval.\n*\"Fits the bill to me, Cap'n,\"* She said, *\"Glad you made it back in one piece.\"*\n\nThe Captain laughed.\n*\"'Course, wouldn't be the ole' Sinker if it sank! Bahahha!\"*\n\nCarlyn sometimes regretted giving it that name, but she smiled and laughed with him anyways. When their short interaction came to a close, Captain Moorse returned up the plank the begin giving orders to him men where to take each crate of goods. Most of the coin and all the crop would be transported to the Kadho General Store further upshore, but a portion of which remained on the ship to line the pockets of the sailors aboard. They all seemed happy to finally be back where their families were, and with money to buy them drinks. Even Carlyn felt pleased with the outcome, and always did. It felt good to make an old sailor smile.\n\nAs for the girl herself, she stayed upon the port and called orders to the deckhands that brought her goods. When she had the chance, a line was drawn through with a pen to indicate each piece of good that came off the ship. It was the best way for her to keep track of what she had made over the course of a venture, and as per always, it was *Quite* Well. Even if none of the money would go directly to her, it was still more than enough to put a smile on her face." }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*Livio had never been on a ship before. It didn't take a genius to figure out that he wasn't familiar with ports either.*\n\n*Nevertheless, here he wandered. He had heard there was a ship ran by the Cydonian merchant family, and he knew one girl by that name. An old friend, who he had not visited in quite some time.*\n\n*Standing out with his fresh white cloak, polished but not shined shoes, and silver hair and golden eyes that could sell for the precious metals themselves was the mercenary. He looked around, attempting to find a short, brown dog, perhaps with a spear on her back.*\n\n*Eventually, he would spot her, and would wave.*\n\n\"Carlyn! Long time no see!\"" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "No spear rested upon her back.\nT'was clear that she had laid combat to the wayside in favor of returning to her previous life. Yet her family crest itself was of a spear and an apple, so perhaps, she hadn't laid down the spear itself after all. A new form of aid and guidance enters the life of those who leave their previous ones behind, and that was no different for the young woman.\n\nHer ears twitched at the sound of her name being called, not for it being her name - no. She had heard her name so many dozens or hundreds of times in a day that it actually grew tiresome.\nNo, it was the tone of the voice that said it. That voice.\n\nShe looked over to Livio and her soft smile beamed to a greater one. He was met with probably a bit more Carlyn than he was anticipating, because she wordlessly damn near *Tackled* Him. He probably was more than capable of holding her weight, but it was still fairly unexpected.\n\n...Or, was it?\nThis was Carlyn, after all.\nShe's just as peppy as ever.\n\n*\"Hi, hi!\"* She quickly interjected, reeling back and taking a look at his face. It was clear she had a lot going on in her head. *\"Uhm... Uhm, uh, NIKLAUS!\"*\nSorry for screaming that in your face Livio. Carlyn just as quickly let go and spun around, calling again much louder, *\"NIIIKKLAAAAAUUUSSSAAAAA!\"*\n\nA young deckhand came damn near *Barreling* Down the plank to his supervisor, raising his hand in a salute.\n*\"YES, MA'AM, CARLYN... SIR... MA'AM!\"*\n\n...There was so much going on, it was a lot to take in." }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*Livio's usual smug smile was on his face, though his eyes widened in surprise as the dog practically threw herself at him like a javelin. His arms wrapped around in order to hold her as the force of the blow sent him several steps backward.*\n\n\"Woah! Someone's excited to see me. How has the dog been?\"\n\n*His hair blasted back as Carlyn accidentally screamed in his face like a howling wind. Regardless, he was undeterred, as a hand reached up on her head to ruffle her ears, something he hadn't done in quite some time.*\n\n\"Seems like you've been building up quite the business, eh?\"" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "She handed the paperwork to the boy as a hand felt between her ears. It was just as much a refreshing experience for her as it was for him. She missed it. And, well, she had missed him.\n\n*\"Fit the bills and steadfast. You're two minutes behind, go! Go, off ya' go!\"* Carlyn shoo'd off the deckhand with her paperwork and turned to face Livio again. It took everything in her power not to jump him again. \n\n*\"Never not busy!\"* She replied, *\"Great, never better actually! I've always got something to work towards. It's been building my crew as of late. I've become a pretty skilled manager of my own vessel! She's beautiful, isn't she?\"* \n\nA hand pointed at the craft. It was a mighty fine vessel for sure, made of sturdy planks of an unspecified material and built to last. It was dwarfed by many of the other galleons at the port but for a first trading vessel, the caravel made quite damn well. She looked extremely proud of it." }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"So you're building your own little kingdom over here huh? Looks like they listen well.\"\n\n*The words were followed by more headpats, getting every little detail between her ears. He took a look at the ship as Carlyn pointed towards it; it was surely impressive to him. While not as large as the other galleons, Carlyn didn't start out as a maritime trader. His vision soon funneled once he saw the vessel's name though, his forehead scrunching up as squinted, trying to make sure that he wasn't hallucinating.*\n\n\"Does that say... The S.S Sinker?\"" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "*\"Eh... Well... I... Thought it was funny, and it's certainly earned me a reputation.\"*\n\nAll of her confidence had been crushed with that simple detail. Her face was a bit red with embarrassment, and she quickly turned the conversation away from her ship. With head turned away to avoid eye contact, she took his wrist in hand and started walking. \n\n*\"C'mon. If we don't get outta here Captain Moorse is gonna start asking if we're married and then it'll gett awkward. Let's catch up while we walk, okay?\"*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"I imagine. Well, it hasn't lived up to its name yet. Hope it never does.\"\n\n*The headpats got more intense as Carlyn turned red, then stopped as she took his wrist. Despite her smaller size and strength, Livio allowed himself to be dragged along; at least initially. He soon walked alongside her, though he wasn't sure where they were going.*\n\n\"Well, you *Are* Grabbing my wrist. Plus, that's not so bad after all, is it? Seemed like you missed me a lot too.\"" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "Her hand naturally slid from his wrist and into his own. They were just walking without purpose, it seemed. Walking did help talking - at least, Carlyn believed. Every now and again, the girl would wave to a man or woman upon a ship or running crates with a short but friendly greeting. \n\n*\"I totally did not, I just like my friends! I don't get to see them much cause everyone's always busy. Haven't seen Sonja or Sivne since I left Upper Mentia, and I haven't seen you since you last came to visit. So it's been a while and I get excited.\"*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*He certainly didn't expect Carlyn to slip her hand into his. For only being friends, she sure was being affectionate. Maybe it was just that dog in her.*\n\n\"Oh, those two are doing just fine as well. They recently offed Galschen, if you haven't heard. I imagine you got busy due to the business, since war is running the economy. So I decided to visit since you were in port.\"" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "*\"Good to hear. I felt kind of bad leaving them when I did but... I had my reasons.\"* The girl replied, but shook her head and added, *\"I'm glad they got what they wanted. They deserve it, for all the hard work they've put in. I should visit them sometime in the near future.\"*\n\nThen a nod was offered to his second statement.\n*\"I appreciate it. It's very rare I get visitors because all of my friends are super busy themselves. As much as I'd like to say I'm busy, I'm really not. My little sis' manages the store in my steed, and I spend most of my working hours managing my crew. Only thing is, my crew spends a week in Kadho and three overseas. I end up spending a lot of time kickin' dirt. Can't leave 'cause of the war, can't work 'cause my crews out. It gets lonely.\"*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*Livio failed to mention that doing so had risked the fall of Upper Mentia had Aulay not been the one who orchestrated it. Now the country was unified under Waltram... But his hometown was safe so it didn't matter much.*\n\n\"I can bring you along anytime. Just send me a letter or something.\"\n\n*A comforting squeeze would be given as Carlyn laid out her situation. There were certainly dry spells for his own work as well, but she seemed to be stuck between two difficult responsibilities. Not that he was familiar with that word.*\n\n\"Maybe I should visit more often. Should we get something to eat maybe?\"" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "*\"Hummnnn... Mnhnnn... Sure! There's a place that broils and grills seafood near here. They make a masterful lobster plate. It's expensive but... I'll pay! Or, well, my parents will. They've gotten so rich lately they hardly notice a tab on their bank.\"* Carlyn replied with a pleased nod and a giggle at the rhetoric. \n\nShe took lead once again and pulled him into the sidestreets and off the port. Seems she knew where she was going, and was eager to go as well." }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Sounds good! Though, what's a 'lobster'?\"\n\n*Livio had only ever heard of a lobster. Apparently it was something from the sea, a fish but not a fish, with a bright red shell like a scorpion with claws like gigantic shears. He wasn't sure how it tasted, only eating land animals his entire life.*\n\n\"Oh please, it's been payday after payday for me! I can pay too.\"\n\n*Like before, Livio found himself being dragged as if Carlyn was on a leash and he was holding it.*" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "*\"It's like... A big crawdad, or shrimp. Very light flavor. Or, well, I think. I've never had a lobster either, I've just heard good things.\"*\n\nEventually, after really not that far of a walk, Carlyn had led them to a small but wealthy looking portside bar. \n\n*\"My treat, Livio. For coming all this way. Let me pay, okay?\"* Carlyn requested as she finally let go of his hand and walked inside, holding the door for him." }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"I don't know what those are either-\"\n\n*Well, there was no stopping Carlyn. He knew how stubborn she could get. And he was easily swayed as well. Plus, she knew the area. Carlyn would be his guide for the day.*\n\n\"Alright alright, you want to flex all your wealth on a merc like me.\"\n\n*His smile widened as he teased the dog, and made sure to keep the door open with his hand as he walked in.*" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "The two were tended by a charismatic waiter, of whom Carlyn bantered with for a few moments with. Seems she was just as friendly with the locals as she was with everyone else. They even knew each other by name - or rather, Michael and Ms. Cydonia. Seems she's on the hot plate of reputation for her business growth. It was nice to see.\n\n*\"Hush, Livio. Let me spoil you a litle bit, okay?\"* Carlyn shot as they were seated, giving a playful punch at his shoulder. She was smiling just as brightly as Livio. \n\nPaper menus were offered to them with various different items written across. Carlyn took a small look over the menu but already knew what she wanted, and so with waving tail she waited patiently for Livio to make his choice so they could resume chatting." }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"You've made quite the name for yourself.\"\n\n*Carlyn's fist would meet a rock for a shoulder under his cloak. Seems like he's been working overtime. Livio looked at the menu, intrigiued by the options. Shrimp, crab, fish... All of this was foreign to him. Except for fish. He had eaten them from rivers before.*\n\n*What caught his eye though was something called \"Surf and Turf\". A steak __and__ lobster? He wasn't sure what lobster was, but the menu made it sound delicious. And he loved steak.*\n\n\"Have you ever had Surf and Turf? Is it good?\"" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "*\"Huh?\"* \nCarlyn took another look at her menu with a disgruntled hum. She should have gotten that. Steak *And* Lobster? Man. She frowned a bit.\n\n*\"Looks good... I should've gotten it, I like steak too. Oh well.\"* \n\nA sigh escaped her mouth as she came to terms with what was. She'd live with just lobster. Or steal steak from Livio. Either worked." }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Don't worry, I'll give you some meat.\"\n\n*In response to her frown and sigh, she would once again feel hands ruffling her hair and ears.*\n\n\"I'm not familiar with lobster, so I thought I'd get something I'm familiar with as well.\"" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "Her face and ears perked at the agreement to pass her some, and she smiled at Livio. \n\n*\"I'll buy you... Something! Dunno what but I'll make it up to you, okay?\"*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Haha, I'll take you up on that!\"\n\n*After they ordered, bread would come first, which Livio would happily indulge in. He cut one warm roll open, spreading a generous portion of butter over it.*\n\n\"How'd you get that crew of yours? They seem loyal.\"" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "*\"They came with the ship. Quite a sink of money, it was. The Captain, Palmer Moorse, has been sailing for decades now, and the crew has worked under him for most of their lives. His sons and daughters of the sea. They've been under my management for about two years now, around the time I left Mentia and came back home. It was an impulsive buy buuuut it all worked out in the end.\"*\n\nCarlyn seemed to be fairly happy about her situation a crew, and spoke of them well.\nHer eyes, however, did not leave Livio's plate. She wondered how in the hell his food got to him first, since he had more." }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*Livio did wonder how his food got here first. Perhaps they were just treating him because he was new? Regardless, he too looked at his food. Well-seared steak paired with a buttery lobster tail cracked open.*\n\n\"That's a lobster? Why is it missing a head? Does it swim like a fish?\"\n\n*Livio took his fork and knife, sinking the tines into the beef, then slicing the steak open to reveal a juicy pink center. He took the first bite slowly, chewing in order to savor the flavor.*\n\n\"Mmh, that's good!\"" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "Carlyn quietly and very slowly reached her hand over to his lobster to try picking off a piece for herself to see if he would comment on it. She had her own coming, she was just... Limit testing, we'll say.\nShe's got a small smile on her face and her gaze was cast off towards the other side of the room.\n\nLittle thief." }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*His eyes were sharp, and he didn't miss a detail. He saw Carlyn's slow attempt at going for the lobster, but did nothing. Instead, he proceeded to cut another slice of steak. Her hand would almost reach the lobster, before finding the juicy, delicious meat in her mouth.*\n\n\"If you wanted it, you could have asked.\"" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "*\"Mphmh.\"*\n\nCarlyn looked back to Livio, her face was pleased with the steak.\nChew, chew... Swallow.\n\n*\"That's... Just as good as it looked!\"* She said with a happy smile, and then her own food finally come.\n*\"Thank you, Livio. You're really sweet, you know that?\"*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"I said I'd give you some steak wouldn't I?\"\n\n*Livio took his fork back as Carlyn's dish came, offering a smile.*\n\n\"How couldn't I be for someone as cute as yourself?\"\n\n*He cut into the buttery lobster, separating the shell from the meat with a pop, then made sure the meat was soaked in butter before taking a bite.*\n\n\"Woah, that's good! I definitely should visit more often-\"" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "The dog gave an abashed look away and towards her food. Not often she was complemented like that.\nCute was a first for her - in any way that actually meant something to her. Her captain and her parents called her such, but she had always blown it off. In this situation, though? Totally different story.\n\nShe took a bite of her own lobster to follow the steak and that blush faded to bliss. She clearly enjoyed the lobster more than just a bit. Might just be a new favorite for her.\n\n*\"Gosh, that's... Really good!\"* Exclaimed Carlyn, who took a double-take at what sat on her plate. Certainly didn't *Look* At good as it tasted. Damned deceiving shellfish. *\"Made the right choice, then.\"*" } ]

[ { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*His fork was set down for a moment to attack her ears with headpats and rubs in this moment of weakness before returning to his lobster. It was delicious, unlike anything he ever had. Sure, it didn't have the flavor of steak, but it was delicate, buttery and umami in its own right. However, his attention was split between that and Carlyn's reaction. The way she shyly looked away was simply adorable.*\n\n\"I didn't think it could taste this good! Especially with how it looks.\"" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "*\"Mhn, yeah, agreed. This is fantastic.\"* The dog replied, taking another swift bite of her lobster, Seems she had totally forgotten about her embarrassment and was just enjoying the situation for what it was; headpats and lobster. What a great day." }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"So you've never had lobster before? You're family's rich as hell now, so why haven't you had it?\"\n\n*Another bite of the lobster was taken, and then the steak. The two flavors merged wonderfully together. A piece of steak was offered to Carlyn once more on his fork.*" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "*\"Uhh... Well, it's not* My *Money to spend, mostly. Plus I've just never thought about it. Guess this is just a special occassion?\"*\n\nCarlyn smiled at Livio and then chomp, another bite of steak with a happy wag and a grin." }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Yeah, but it's a well just wishing to be spent, isn't it? Hm, what about this...\"\n\n*Livio cut up some lobster and steak as well as a roll. Both cuts of meat were placed in the roll, making an impromptu surf and turf sandwich.*\n\n\"Want the first bite?\"" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "It was a hard consideration to make... Not. Eagerly, the dog leaned in for the first bite and awaited the offer with a happy tail and perked ears. She was certainly eager to try something new, especially as an offering. Made her felt special." }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Say aaaaaaahhh-\"\n\n*Assuming Carlyn opened her mouth, she would be greeted by a holy combination of buttered bread, steak, and lobster. But that was not all; his fingers grazed her lips as she took a bite. And he wiped the corner of her mouth after she was done.*\n\n\"How was it?\"" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "It was the type of bite that mixed perfect taste, a kind gesture, and a gentle voice that nearly knocked her straight out. She physically recoiled, albeit slightly, from the stimulus overload. \n\nThe food was swallowed with a cough and her hand came up to cover her mouth. Seems she needed a moment to take it all in. \n\n*\"That-... That was too good...\"* She mumbled. *\"Thank you.\"*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*To add to the stimuli, headpats were given as well, the mercenary paying special attention to her ears. She was cute when being teased.*\n\n\"No problem, it's your reward for being such a good girl, inviting me over and all.\"\n\n*Livio proceeded to consume the food normally, enjoying the mixed flavors of land and sea.*" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "*\"Mhngnh, stop, stop. Too much compliments, Livio.\"* Carlyn griped, though she seemed to be enjoying the attention. \n\nLord only knew what being called a 'good girl' did to her.\n\nShe tried eating her lobster in peace but expected Livio to keep petting her anyways." }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"But you're cute when you react like that!\"\n\n*Livio did indeed keep petting her ears, alternating his hand between a utensil and her head. He occassionally fed her part of his steak as well.*" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "*\"Am not.\"* She huffed and pouted between bites of food, *\"You're lucky I like you as much as I do.\"*\n\nShe was still clearly grinning though, especially after she finished her little complaint." } ]

[ { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"So I'm special to you then?\"\n\n*He spotted a grin form despite her words, which incited a smirk from Livio. He turned away slightly as he took yet another bite.*" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "*\"If you wanna believe it, sure.\"* Carlyn replied, giving him a taste of his own teasing medicine. She's got a smirk on her face from that one." }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Ok ok. If I'm not that special then it means I should take the rest of this steak for myself then, right?\"\n\n*Livio rotated his plate so that the steak would be further away from Carlyn, while also moving his shoulder in the way.*" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "*\"That's unfair.\"*\n\nCarlyn gave another pouting look, and once more took her fork and reached across the table once more to get a bite for herself. She's expecting Livio's retaliation." }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"But I got the steak!\"\n\n*Carlyn's fork would be deflected by Livio's, and another hand wraps around her shoulder and grabs it softly, yet firmly, effectively stopping her from turning as he tried to immobilize her.*\n\n\"Say I'm special and I'll give you some.\"" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "Carlyn's eyes met Livio's in a moment of both panic and embarassment. She couldn't pull away - not respectfully, anyways. And besides, that's not what she wanted.\n\nThere was a brief moment of hesitation, before she finally gave him what he wanted.\n*\"You're... Special.\"*\n\n. . .\n\n*\"...In the head.\"*\n\nSmug little cunt turned her embarassment around on him with a sly little grin." } ]

[ { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"...Eh?\"\n\n*His golden eyes flashed as they met Carlyn's, his expression suddenly becoming cold. His grip grew tighter on her shoulder, and a sly grin of his own appeared on his face.*\n\n\"Tell me, Carlyn, are you ticklish?\"" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "*\"Are you about to make a scene?\"* She asked back with mild stupor, mild excitement to her tone. *\"I haven't been slackin' you know. I'm fine to make a scene. It all depends on how good that food is, and if you wanna come back here again.\"*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*Livio looked Carlyn dead in the eye as his hand shifted off her shoulder, slowly, slowly, to her side. His fingertips touched her side, threatening to tickle her.*\n\n*Then he looked back to his steak and pulled her closer instead.*\n\n\"Nah, I wouldn't do that. Here, have another bite.\"\n\n*He offered her another bite of steak.*" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "Victory. Carlyn took her prize in stride, leaning forward and picking her bite off his fork with prudence. Livio had once again lost to a puppy. What a fool.\n\nCarlyn had damn near polished her plate at this point and finally asked, *\"Where do you plan to stay? We can rent you an inn somewhere or my parents have a guest room at the house. I wouldn't mind the company.\"*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*Livio pulled her even closer, enough so that their sides touched. Of course, he wasn't squeezing her in a death grip; just a warm embrace that she could get out of if she wanted. He didn't really care that his steak was gone; he still had a bit of lobster left.*\n\n\"Hm, if I could stay at your place, that'd be nice. Meeting your parents would be nice too.\"" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "It was something she chose to accept, and she even leaned into it. It had never actually happened that she felt this kind of attention or affection before. She had always had friends but this was different. It was nice. \n\nA nod was given and she called the waiter over, and a tab was placed on her parents name. They were free to leave from there. \n\n*\"They're both kind of old farts. My dad was an adventurer and my mom... Was just kind of a housewife before they became merchants. My little sister might be more interesting then them.\"*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Ah, just copy paste huh? Well, I guess it'll be nice to meet her then. I'm just looking forward to more time with you though.\"\n\n*Livio quickly finished the rest of his lobster, washing it down with a glass of water.*\n\n\"Well, where to next? Straight to your place, or is there something else you'd like to show me?\"" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "*\"We'll take rest at the store. I've got to feed La'vera early in the morning so we'll go and run that chore before you head home or... Wherever you're off to afterwards.\"*\n\nCarlyn once more took lead, pushing in her chair behind her and offering her hand this time to Livio." }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"La'Vera's your sister? Younger I assume. Sounds good. Lead the way, Captain.\"\n\n*Livio took Carlyn's hand, though once he was up on his feet he pulled her in close with a small little tug of his arm.£" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "*\"Sister? No. My sister's name is-\"* The dog was swiftly interrupted by the tug on her arm. She stepped up against his shoulder as they walked, not so much a hug as they didn't have huge amounts of time. She simply continued talking where she left off. \n\n*\"Her name is Maryanne,\"* She said, and then bombshelled with, *\"La'vera is my Dragon.\"*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Oh, so she has a regular name then-\"\n\n*As they walked, Livio suddenly turned his head to the dog next to him.*\n\n\"You have a dragon?\"" } ]