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"Blue bread? Might want to avoid that sort of stuff, mould isn't good for you..."
*She'd caution, missing the Freudian slip entirely as they wandered towards the building on the horizon. The knight gave a few glances to her new companion, still trying to work out her intentions.*
"What's you name, dear? I realise we haven't made introductions."

[Assistant] "My name is Manon, I'm a healer." *She leaned forward in a small bow to the knight. She was feeling rather hungry, but she needed to learn how to use a knife properly before catching what she needed.* "Have you been a knight for long?"

[User]
"Elias. A pleasure, Ms. Manon. As to your question, it depends what you mean. How long have I been a vassal to a liege-lord? For no seasons have I had such an honour. How long have I donned armour and fought like a noble? Many moons, about twelve now... And to you? How long have you been in your profession?"
*She'd reply with a weak, hollow smile, the topic of her past still aching her heart. The bow was returned with an elaborate one of her own - unique to Irtutian nobles, sparse as they were.*

[Assistant] "I guess since I was a little girl, I've always wanted to heal people and protect. Just not in the way you do, I suppose." *Manon turned her back and started to walk towards the marketplace. It wasn't anything like in the city, but it had supplies which was good enough.* "Do you enjoy what you do?" *She looked over her shoulder as she asked, facial expressions told a lot these days.*


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The dog perked up a bit at the change in conversation, looking back over and giving a nod.

"Aye. My parents are from Kadho. They're merchants there with the Merchant's Guild. I worked for them for my whole life up until a few months ago."

[Assistant]
*New on the job but she's bludgeoning competition like she's been at it for decades...*

"Mm... Why so far from home?"
*The wolf asked, before beckoning over a waitress of the tavern. He orders a mug of... Water. Then looking to Carly.*
"Want anything?"

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"I'm okay! Thank you though."

She already had a... H... A healing potion. Right. Okay. Kind of a weirdo. It was about half empty already. At least she's really cute.

"It's good for me to get out and explore a little bit. I was getting bored and restless with the merchants life. I figured going out and doing stuff would be for the best. Plus, I wanted to get stronger to protect my family."

[Assistant]
"Mm... Honorable thought."
*Though thought was the only honorable part about it. She did already beat the crap out of some poor fools.*

*Grey then eyes her drink, wondering what it even was. A crimson red contained in a strange bottle. The thought of someone drinking pots as a normal drink had never occurred to him. He points to the drink as the waitress leaves for his drink.*

"What's that?"


[User] *Sheesh she thought to herself. A part of Manon made her wonder if she was the one had done something to the knight. The giggle and smile of Elias quickly cleared her conscious though. She wouldn't normally come to a place as lively as this one though. The last time she had been in a tavern someone spotted her fangs and she had to flee. Slowly Manon approached the Tavern with Elisa, making sure her mouth remained closed this time.* "Uh situation?" *Losing track as to what was going on, Did she accidentally enlist herself in something again? It wouldn't be the first time she found herself accompanying someone on something dangerous.* "Are we hunting something?"

[Assistant]
*The knight said nothing as she led her inside, pushing open the heavy doors slowly, the warm cacophony inside growing loud as they moved deeper. They of course garnered looks, some curiosity, some shock, some simply drunkards squinting at whatever moved. Elias would soon stop in the more sparsely populated area, sitting at one of the booths and motioning to Manon to sit.*
"Take a seat, anywhere will do. This is the best spot in here, nice and quiet compared to that madness..."


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Tension Die: 0 / 6

The two would sneak to the vicinity of the camp, finding a good set of bush to observe the camp from.

The three were around 20 meters away - the camp is surrounded by several trees, and there's clearing leading to it form all sides. How amateurish. There was a firepit in the middle of the camp, built similarly to a dakota firepit, emitting barely any smoke at all.

Tara is slightly ahead of the rest of the group, but the clearing means that the enemy will spot them sooner or later - the two and the volunteers must take positions quickly. Upon surveying, it looks like that there were three bandits armed with sword and shield, two with a spear, and two armed with bow and a sword by their side. The bowmen looked like they were of Siuian origin - native Mentian bowmen can be found, but not as abundant as crossbowmen.

Must've been foreigners seeking a fortune here.

Behind the main campsite, there was several mules along with several sacks besides them, along with the usual provisions.

[Assistant] *Taking the nearest soldier, she explains that he is going to come with her, since she half remembered that she needed to keep them alive, which she did grumble internally. Speaking with the other soldier, she said for him to move forward and then told the big man (NOX) to head left and then cut them off from that position with the other lad, "This makes sure that everyone has everyone. Middle guard ... I need you to get close as possible and then in about one minute, yell to spook them, and we will ALL rush out.*

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*The right soldier reluctantly followed her, unsure about this whole affair. But more reluctant was the middle guard, who would be at risk of being rushed down by potentially seven men.*

"...Are you sure? I would be facing all of them alone if they ran at me."

*He glanced at Darian, who he felt was a bit more suitable to the job of being a distraction. Just look at how burly he is.*

[Assistant] _She wondered what the big man thought._


[User]
"Ooh. Well, I wonder who's power I'm channeling. Garuda said that the Fire came from Loki, but she doesn't know where the death magic comes from."

G-"No, I'm not a God. Loki was my spirit. He's not a god either. Just some fox who likes to sleep and play around. God, having three legs would suck."

*She shot him an unamused look, which for a crow was quite impressive.*

G-"Magic practice. Cuo here is lazy, which is part of the reason she struggled. Practicing over and over should help her develop her own power."

[Assistant]
"When you're a mythological being having three legs is probably not that much of an inconvenience. At least I hope so."

*Iran looked at the lack of luminance outside.*

"It is after dinner and dark outside. Not sure if anyone would appreciate magic practice at this hour. But you know what. We can go get some at an empty yard nearby."

Iran said and then led the group away to a night training yard. It was indeed, quite dark, and in middle of Cerebrum. Iran would use his fire magic to create some floating lights.

"Practice for an hour or so. Don't make any loud noises." Iran said, fully knowing loud noises will be had, and pre-modern city weren't the best exemplar of good noise control.

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*Cuo took a deep breath once outside. Loki shut up for once, and Garuda spectated from the sides.*

G-"Pyro, Blast."

*Cuo inhaled, extending her hand. She focused the energy into her hand as she gripped her arm to stabilize it. With a hard exhale, she released a burst of flames from her hand.*

G-"Good. Leech."

*This time, the open hand manifested dark energy, turning Cuo's hand into one of a demon. She thrusted her hand out and closed; an unfortunate rat seemed to be in the way, and was now shrivled and dead. Loki sniffed it, then backed away. Garuda would turn to Sirdan, flying over.*

L-"That smells bad."

G-"Practicing spells like this is how I did it. It's good to be able to cast spells in succession."

[Assistant]
*Iran would watch CUO practice, using Geokinesis to create a wall as a backstop for her spells.*

*Then he watched them leech the rat, and Iran would conjure a fire blast, concentrated to burn up the rat's remains and remove the smell.*

"Yeah, no one go smell and sniff necrotic tissues - usually."

"Now, is there any Arcane magic that CUO want to learn next? I can help to guide her... I know about Germany, Cold, Lightning... Other than Fire, I can also teach combat Necromancy too!"


[User]
*Sonja paused for a moment to ponder over these words as they continued to head along through the forest. It was clear that the topic had had an effect on Shaw. But that in and of itself was not enough to deter the stoic Ursinoid, who had soon found her tongue.*

"...A poacher who doesn't like breaking the law, you say?" *She repeated with a soft chuckle, apparently amused by the paradox. Of course, it was easy enough to say one disagreed with the idea of owning land. And by that logic, no one could be a poacher. Be Sonja suspected that wouldn't stop the nobles whose land was being poached from stringing up the offenders as criminals.*

*Another pause.*

"What had you move on from that?" *The Ursinoid raised an eyebrow, giving Shaw a glance.*

[Assistant]
*He rolled his eyes at the use of the word poacher even after his beliefs being stated but with a heavy breath in and out he kept his composure. He simply nodded his head to confirm her query. Not wishing to entertain it beyond that and especially not with words. His jaw seemed clenched and lips tight as if he was forcing himself to be silent.*

*Whilst the silence hung above the two he just kept this expression, although overtime it did relax. Once she had asked her next question however he seemed happy to change the topic and answer.* "... Adventure, travel, and learning" *Speaking the worlds smoothly as if that particular line was rehearsed.* "I wished to escape village life" *He finally shrugged off the matter, thinking he'd said enough*

[User]
*The silent nod from Shaw served as confirmation of Sonja's assertion. Though she didn't acknowledge it with much more than a chuckle. It seemed the topic had further agitated her companion. Best to change topics, she thought. The Ursinoid raised an eyebrow at the response to her other question. It sounded rather rehearsed. Was that how Shaw really felt? Or was there more to it than that? But Sonja wasn't about to question his words so blatantly.*

"Those are admirable aims." *She concluded with a nod, sniffing the air while continuing to guide them along an unmarked path through the forest.* "What about village life was not to your liking?" *Sonja wondered aloud. Frankly, she thought she might have been content with something like that, had circumstances not forced her to where she was now.*

[Assistant] *He seemed happier now with just talking about his aims. They certainly made him seem more relaxed as he walked along following Sonja through the forest. Just when he seemed to start enjoying the surrounding sights asked her question about village life. Smile faltering his pace slowed down significantly upon hearing that. As if the thought put into answering the question needed enough focus that he couldn't even concentrate on walking. Eyes holding a blank look for a few seconds before his expression became one of discomfort. He quickly corrected his pace and carried on moving like normal. His expression almost forcibly molded into a poker face.* "S'private" *Was his only word on the matter.*

[User]
*The change in Shaw certainly didn't go unnoticed by Sonja. Not only did his expression change—he smelled uncomfortable. Not wanting to press the issue, the Ursinoid simply nodded and continued along towards the boarder. Maybe Shaw's life as a poacher had caught up with him? Perhaps he felt too much guilt about his work? Sonja wasn't sure, but didn't pry further.*

*They were close now. The scent of wilderness and beastkin had become stronger. The scent of guards and soldiers were behind them. Just a bit further and Sonja expected to send the liberated slaves on their way towards freedom in the warlord realm.* "...We're almost through the worst of it."

[Assistant]
*He looked back towards the rescued slaves and studied them. Thinking about their situation he couldn't help but frown. He realized that the 'rescuing' part wasn't quite what their job was intended to be. Weighing the scales in his head he wondered whether this action would go unnoticed or not by the superiors and leaders of this campaign. He hoped not.*

*Eyes wandering over towards the wilderness ahead of them seemed to relax his thoughts. He couldn't help but slow down sometimes to admire the various wild flowers. He made sure to point out ones he particularly liked* "Beautiful country... I like it h-here"

[User]
"...Yes. I used to live around here. Spring is always lively and colorful." *Sonja stated with a nod, continuing at her usual speed. She slowed only as necessary to not leave Shaw far behind.* "If only it was as peaceful as it is beautiful."

*Finally, Sonja came to a halt, sniffing the air. They seemed to be far enough inside warlord territory that it was safe to let the liberated Ursinoids go the rest of the way on their own.* "This is it." *She announced, directing the ex-slaves towards the nearest beastkin settlement.* "There should be a friendly town a few miles that way. I can smell it. Best of luck to you all."

*And so the Ursinoid bid them farewell, watching as the headed off towards the direction she had indicated. That was that. Soon enough, it was just Sonja and Shaw. The Ursinoid turned to head back the way they had come.*

[Assistant]
*Unfamiliar with beast kin formalities he simply waved goodbye to the rescued slaves. Not wanting to look foolish by overstepping. He wouldn't be surprised if some would treat him with suspicion for looking like their captors. Stopping GE watched as the throng of Crinoids go off into the wilderness. For but a moment he looked out at the horizon and tried to appreciate the sky. It was close to sun set and it certainly be dark by the time they got back to Sine and Carly. He didn't seem worried though. Looking over at Sonja he decided to ask a question of his own.*

"W-what makes you fight?... Worlds large enough to avoid... It be edited be easy to live peacefully in secret?"

[User]
"..."

*Sonja said nothing for a long moment, slowly turning her icy blue gaze onto Shaw. The question betrayed an amount of naivety that the Ursinoid hadn't quite been prepared to confront. Luckily for Shaw, she had been in a good mood and wasn't about to recount the trauma inflicted on her people.*

"...It *Wouldn't* Be easy." *She grumbled.* "Perhaps a small nomadic tribe could accomplish it. But good luck hiding the entire population of a city." *She didn't bother to answer that first question. Hadn't he seen the slaves? No one wanted to end up in such a situation.*

*With that, Sonja began walking back the way they had come, retracing their steps towards Upper Mentian territory. She motioned for Shaw to follow. There was no time to be wasted. If they took too long it might seem suspicious.*

[Assistant]
*He waited for the answer. For a moment he thought it might not come. Either way he appreciated being able to stop walking if just for a few seconds. When her answer did come he looked slightly disappointed. He simply sighed and stretched his legs. Taking one last look towards the Crinoids now disappearing over the horizon before he turned around and began to follow Sonja back towards civilization.*

*As they began to return he simply kept his eyes forward as he occasionally hummed a repetitive sounding tune. Whatever the song was it was probably one best sung instead of idly mused like he is doing now. The activity did seem to put a smile on Shaw's face though. As if he was doing it to lighten the mood of the walk back.*

[User]
*It didn't seem that Sonja planned to freely volunteer any additional information. And so they continued along towards Upper Mentia. The Ursinoid was content to let Shaw sing his tunes—they seemed to help cheer him up and liven the atmosphere. Sonja eventually altered course for where their inn was located. Soon the sun had begun to set.*

"...We're almost back." *Sonja announced.* "Thank you for the company."

[Assistant]
*As they began to make their way back he seemed quite pleased with it being close to dusk. Once Sonja thanked him for the company he seemed surprised. Unclear as to why but he chuckled in response. He bowed his head, notably lower than he did upon first meeting her or when addressing their mutual employer Ayana Testate. Once he was back upright he looked at her with those usual bright green eyes.* "A thousand thanks... And a thousand f-fond farewells. Good night Boss. Until morning"

*A small wave was given and with that he'd changed course for which way he was walking. It seemed he had plans to go off and do something tonight. As he began walking off into the growing darkness of dusk Sonja would see blond hairs begin to grow on the back of his neck and arms. Turning into some sort of animal as he went.*


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Tension Die: 2 / 6
*The soldiers took their new position - The two soldiers to the left moved as close as they can, without falling into the line of sight of bandits - sadly, there was only so much the two could move in without being seen by one of the archer - and the same goes for Darien.*

*A little bit of crawling later, Tara and the volunteer would manage to sneak pass on the other side of the camp, with the bandits being blissfully unaware for now.*

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As the Ambush prepared to be sprung, part of the camp would be distracted and sent asides to deal with the impending assault from the other side, leaving only the volunteer and Tara there, **Hidden** And ready to strike. Looks like the odd wasn't too great in her favor, and she will need to pull every trick she has under her belt to win.

The other soldier besides her whispered.

"Should we charge and strike the same target? Or do you want to split up our targets?"

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[Assistant]
*She gave it a thought, and then "I will sneak up behind one and try to dispatch him quickly, I want you to hold my left against the other one. I think I can get him fast enough and take out the spear wielder after," She said and slid out both of her daggers, then proceeded to quietly move through the bushes.*

*Moving up behind the first one, she sent her dagger straight at the back of his head without any fanfare or any more hesitation.*


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"I'm building a manor house instead. Not sure about a castle... Maybe a fortified village with low wall. Old fashioned castles are not going to last long in this age."

*Sirdan didn't hear the question about vineyard.*

"Good, I need to stay alive to do a lot of things. I'm sure you'll be very helpful indeed." *Sirdan gave another headpat.*

"I'm getting a bit tired, and I need to be well rested to win the siege. When the siege is over, we can go have some good food and do what we like till our next job. After... Mm. Let's not say anything like that. Tends to get people killed."

[Assistant]
"But a castle would be cool! And uh, what's a vineyard? Garuda just said it's a garden with vines."

*CUO snuggled in a little more at the head pat, then nodded. Good sleep was one more thing she was grateful for; sometimes a little too much at times.*

"Sleep time?"


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"I feel the same... This place is busier than usual..."
*The knight muttered in concurrence, balling a gauntleted fist and pressing her cheek against it as her eyes darted through the crowd. A few cutthroats had already recognised her and made attempts on her life, though from where they knew her was unclear... A bounty from her family? It mattered little...*
"While we're here, tell me something about you? I will reciprocate, of course, and considering we want to leave soon it doesn't have to be much."
*She struck up with a lilt in her voice, her expression softening as she giggled gently.*

[Assistant]
*She was a little confused as to why the inquiry. Half of her wished she didn't approach this warrior, it seemed unlikely that they were going to teach her how to use a knife. The other half hoped she was an amazing teacher.*
"Uh. I'm a healer. Kinda." *Although she could heal the majority of wounds. Although she could also find plants to sooth food poisoning and other sicknesses. Nobody wanted a fanged freak like her around.* "I do the best I can with the doctors in the local, find medicinal herbs for them and such." *Normally someone would sound prouder of this profession, but when Manon spoke she sounded distant instead of happy.*
"I'm not very interesting." *Manon caught herself picking at the wooden table with her finger nail instead of actually looking at the person she spoke to.*

[User]
"A healer, hm? Any healing magic? One of my younger cousins from the Silnarian heartlands used quite powerful stuff, could heal whole limbs..."
*Elias mused for a few moments, grimacing at her last statement and shaking her head.*
"There's a spark in every stone, a wise man once told me. Maybe *You* Don't find yourself too thrilling, but people will. I'm quite interested in your story, dear... You strike me as peculiar, in a good way."
*She giggled again, this time with an embarrassed twinge as she called for a waiter, rattling off her order and addressing Manon*
"Meat, veg or fish?"

[Assistant] "Plenty of healing magic, actually I was top of my class in." *Her voice trailed off as everyone in her class was killed, including the parents and teachers.* "It doesn't matter." *She traced lazy circles into the table as she spoke. She didn't really enjoy talking about herself due to her lack of confidence in herself these past few years.* "Vega please." *She was feeling pretty hungry though it wasn't for plants. She had plenty of time before she needed to feed off another creature's life, hopefully enough time learn what she needed and part ways with the knight.* "It's your turn, tell me about yourself."

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*The knight would relay the order to their waiter, giving a habitual wink as she turned back to Manon - missing the blush and the shake of the head as the boy left them. She tapped the table with a slow, hypnotic rhythm, eyes hollowing as the memories of her past washed over her once more.*
"Ser Elias Alicia Bluedove, 3rd Marque-heir of the Bluedove Household, loyal to the Silnarian empire... Or at least I was, a long while ago. My grandmother might have liked that too, but such is cold fate. In truth, I'm not a salt-grain's worth of that title. Bastard daughter of an affair, to some deadbeat mercenary..."
*Her expression was anything but pleasant, storm clouds forming around her brow as she reminisced.*
"Sorry, I've said too much... You don't make many friends, wandering. Sometimes it... Just kind of comes out..."
*She'd give one last chuckle - this one cold, through glazed eyes - before falling silent.*

[Assistant] *She knew all too well how lonely wandering around could be. As much as Manon would love to be a part of a group, she was afraid that she'd lose control and kill the people she considered her friends.* "I'm sorry." *She didn't know asking would open older wounds for the knight. Emotional injuries were not something she could heal, even if she wanted to ease the pain of the past. From the corner of her eye she noticed the server from earlier making his way back with some food. Leaning back into her booth and placing her hands in her lap to provide a free place for her food. Her attention shifted from the young man and onto the wall beside her, focusing on nothing in particular. Once her plate was lowered she gave her gratitude in a form of a thanks to him, still without looking his direction.*


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"Not at all, it was a pleasure, believe it or not. Now, about that hunting lesson..."
*She'd giggle softly once more, rising from her seat and dropping a few silvers in the centre of their table, hailing a Silnarian 'thank you' to the staff, receiving a stilted Irtutian response. Grimacing a little, thinking she was close enough to the Elven capital to warrant a dialect change, she motioned to Manon go follow her outside.*

[Assistant]
*Manon didn't know if now was the best time to remind the knight that it was really just knife lessons she needed, not so much the whole hunting one. She didn't say anything though, this would technically give her the chase to feed. She, too, rose from the booth and gave the staff a curtsy before following the knight.*

"Is it good to go hunting on such full stomachs?" *The feeling of drowsiness crept over the vampire after a warm delicious meal.*


[User] *Some time after Cyneburh was liberated, the north of Mentia was united and all eyes were looking towards the Siuians, soldiers and mercenaries would flood the south coming from the north. Among them was Sivne, the 7'8ft tall Brayer. After crossing the border she'd head to Cyneburh where Sol and the others likely still were. She'd head inside and sit herself down in a corner, ordering a beer.*

[Assistant]
It was certainly a mystery whether the priestess had participated in the recent foray out of Cynosure.

Well, aside from the fact that she'd overslept and missed the timing, but no one needed to know that.

She hadn't yet reunited with the rest of the party as of their return to the city (most definitely not an act of avoidance, surely) and instead, the priestess found herself exploring the city's taverns of late. Pushing through the doors in plain, unremarkable attire, keeping an eye out for 4 specific individuals.

Ah, but who was this, having a drink alone?

After some contemplation she waved at and started approaching the Prayer.

[User]
*Sivne noticed Sol immidiately as she entered the tavern, taking a sip of her beer. She set her drink down and leaned back in her chair as the lady approached.*

"Mmh.. I know you, don't I? Tavern in Salvania.."

[Assistant]
"Indeed, it has been a while, Lady Sine."

Sol comes to an unhurried stop by the nearest vacant chair, first procuring the attention of the bartender before settling down with a large grin, regarding the Prayer with much interest.

"I heard you made quite the killing in Upper Media."

[User]
*She raised a brow, seems like she had a fan. She picked up her mug of beer and took a long swig of it before setting it back down.*

"Mmh.. There was plenty of money to be made. I hear down south they pay well too." *She shrugged a little, unsure if she was making a joke about Galschen.*

[Assistant]
"They do pay honest wages here, I suppose."

Accepting a mug from the bartender, Sol sipped from it briefly.

"Can't say it's been that exciting as of late though, with the frontline being so close. The occasional high-priority target is nice and all, but... Ah, well. There's always next time."

[User]
"Mmmmhm. Wouldn't call it honest." *She let out a quiet grunt, sipping her beer more.*

"War seems to be coming to a climax soon, only one emperor left and he's about to come fight the Siuians. Mmh.. Should be a good fight either way. I'm just here for the pay."

*She drummed her fingertips on the table.* "I haven't been keeping up.. What's the word down here?"

[Assistant]
Sol chuckled softly into her own drink, tasting both the tartness of the drink and her own words.

"Let's see." She pictured a map of the Mention territories and tried to recall the meetings she'd spectated. "They've broken the siege here and driven one of the SII armies off, while the Karaoke have beaten another into retreat. I'm not sure about the last one, but I hear there's been a lot of action in OMB of late."

*Depending on how things go, we could end up with no emperors left... Now that'd be a sight.*

The priestess shrugged, leaving her thoughts unsaid.

"So, was he strong?"

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*She let out a grunt, taking a swig of her beer. Just how many people knew it was her, she wondered. She drummed her fingertips against the mug.*

"Mm, for an old man.. Almost killed two of my own, almost got me too before I ran a sword through his gullet. I did carve my way through eight of his guards on my own before I fought him.. Mmh. It was a good fight."

[Assistant]
"Oh, my."

As a magic user she didn't quite get the whole thing about a fight being 'good' or not, but just the fact that there were no fatalities alone impressed her. She lifted the mug for another sip, then stopped.

"It'll be less interesting around here, I'd reckon." She tried for a joke. "The population of old men in Media is endangered enough as is. So - here's to peace."

She raised her mug out, offering a toast.

[User]
"Peace, pfht." *She still nevertheless tapped her mug against Sol's before taking a swig.* "Peace here maybe, finally.. Mmh, these people need it. They're too soft to continue, lost too much to keep it going. So now some old git who's done nothing to earn it gets to sit on a fancy throne and call himself the Emperor. Stupid.." *She shook her head, taking another sip of beer.*

"Mmh... So, you're a merc. Who're you running with?"

[Assistant]
"Pfft. You're not wrong." She hid her grin behind the mug. "Those that come after will decide if the price of peace was acceptable."

With a deep breath, Sol downs the entire mug in one go, lightly slamming the empty vessel against the table.

"Let's see... A bunny, a troubled girl, and two Karaoke barons. Quite odd, now that I think about it."


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*She had enough of this, she should've said something much sooner. Now the conversation drifted to skinning animals, something she simply refused to be apart of. They were already at the hunter's stall and she held her tongue. Unlike the personal at the Tavern, Manon was too lost in thought to show gratitude to this man.*

*Her hands balled into fists as she waited until now to speak.*
 "I-I just want to know how to end it's suffering quickly! I don't want it's skin."
 *Manon probably sounded ridiculous because she hasn't explained her vampire situation. She looked like a simple girl who just wanted to mass execute animals right now.*
 "I'm a.. I'm a Vampire."
*She finally said, taking a step away from Elias in case the woman came for her head.* "I don't want them to suffer when I eventually catch them.."

[Assistant]
*It was as if Elias imposed the silence that filled the air, the man raising a brow but shrugging and shuffling away - the problems of strangers was the last of his problems. The knight grabbed Manon by the arm, dragging her towards the forest, out of earshot of most of the village. Once they were sufficiently away, she'd push the girl away with a bark in her throat as she spoke.*
"With three words, a hundred mysteries would've been solved so much sooner... Animal blood won't sustain you, coonskin. Either you find a willing host, or you feed on whoever's closest. The third and fourth are harder options..."
*The last sentence carried a malevolent edge as she clicked her long sword in its scabbard, a broiling mix of pity and hatred in her once calm eyes. The hatred Elias felt for unnatural beasts was immense - for she saw herself as much the same. She stood still, not daring to move unless the vampire decided to drop this facade.*

[User]
*She had to jog to keep up, stumbling over her own feet as she was lead into the woods. 'This was a mistakes, this was a mistake' she told herself in her mind, her heart pounding in her ears. This was it, she was going to be cut down by the same person who just fed her delicious food. Suddenly she found herself reeling backwards, a total change of momentum from the forward jog. Once Elias started yelling Manon took a full step backwards, her focus shifting from her mouth to her sword.*

"I admit I should've said something sooner.. I- I struggle with my identity." *She raised her hands slowly above her head to indicate she wasn't going to attack. Though her preferred methods of combat didn't require steel.* "In fact I'm a healer remember?" *A purple aura glowed around her raised hands, the same aura that all faith magic had from the healers in the cities. She didn't lie about what she could do.* "I've only bitten one person on accident, he's still alive and not turned. It was complicated.." *She took another step backward, hoping to get out of Elias' range*

[Assistant]
"IDENTITY!? YOU ARE **CURSED. Sick...** It is a sickness of the mind, to accept such a monstrous state as part of yourself..."
*The knight stamped her dominant foot, grinding her teeth from the sheer rage as she roared. Her anger subsided as quickly as the winter breeze rose and fell around them, a deep and hollow sigh leaving her lips once more.*
"I don't know how to help you, Manon. A piercing weapon through the skull is the fastest way to kill any living thing, so pick up a javelin or a crossbow..."
*She daresn't meet her gaze, still clicking her long sword nervously.*

[User]
*Leaned forward into a low bow in front of the knight. In appreciation for all the kindness she had showed in their short meeting.*
"Thank you for the Parsnip and the meal, I appreciate the acts of kindness you've shown me."
*Her voice was wavering, clear droplets falling onto the ground as she held in her cry. Once she stood up she turned to face the woods, the one the knight said had mutilated corpse recently. She began walking, despite the warnings. She didn't feel the need to tell the knight it wasn't accepted, it was forced upon her. All she could do was offer a prayer to a deity she didn't believe that whatever stalked the woods wouldn't find her.*

[Assistant]
"The Gods may not bless you, but I will... May you find salvation, dear. I mean it..."
*The last thing Elias said to the young girl this day would be barely audible, her emotions getting the better of her. Vampire or not, this was a girl near her age, and the knight had shunned her. But there was only so much she could tolerate... Settling by the tree, she began to mumble an old Italian war song, as she tried to forget the day for a while.*


[User]
*Lucrum would keep his distance, or try to make use of the lack there was. As Terrel was perusing him, Lucrum was looking for the weakness in his armor. . . It had been forever since he had to fought an armored opponent seeing his only options: Forerm, Thigh, Armpit or... His face. A thought emerged as he stared holes into his anatomy. He found his point of interest.

Lucrum lowered his guard but, this time keeping the Estoc in the center of his body assuming a plow guard.*

*Lucrum would jab towards his face and backpedal. Keeping the point there to ward him from approaching; keeping him at bay, Lucrum watched his waist. Which way would he pívot? To determine what way he'll swing next. He broke the silence of the duel, in attempt to clear the air, or distract him entirely. He'd speak with tinges of guilt in his voice, as he focused on the mask.*

". . . I fear for you and Shaori!— I tried to get to you!—TERREL!"

*Lucrum's breathing would grow shaky as he tried to think of what to say whiling try to keep the pig from cutting him down. His eyes and heart race as strands of blonde stuck to his forehead. He'd feel his back against a tree, with no more space behind him he stood his ground. . . Watching for his moment.*

[Assistant]
*Terrell found himself having to shift back to avoid the jab to his face, teeth grinding at the purpose behind it. It seemed Luc rum was all prepared to kill him right then and there. The Elf could hear Luc rum yelling out to him, his eyes flashing at the Macon as he would slowly follow him to the tree he found himself backed into. A stance he took, any closer and Elf would probably end up impaling himself in the pursuit. A flash, a single arc of the blade before Terrell would suddenly stop mid-swing with the tip inches away from his face, the space created between them with their two weapons.*

"You created that forest fire, you got us separated, you didn't even bother looking for us **Did you**?"*The Elf would snap at him. What should he care any more of what this Macon did? He was a paid mercenary and all that Luc rum failed to do was seal his end of the deal upon forcing the Elf to risk his life for whatever it was the Macon had wanted to do.*"I. Want. My. Pay."*He'd say through his teeth.*"And if I have to cut it out of you, I'll do so and make sure those ducks learn why you shouldn't follow someone giving false promises."

[User]
*Lucrum's voice seemed to cracked at his accusations. The squire was trying to tell the truth— that or trying to get him to lower his guard. . . —This, was one of the many cons of being raise by Dark Elves. There was no such thing as sincerity... But Lucrum was trying to falsify this stereotype. He spoke as he would any other day, however he hissed with raw guilt.*

*Lucrum didn't react to the blade that stopped by his face; Either out of shock, stupidity, or willpower. He had nothing to fear but Terrel's complacency to understand. He remained calm, he has him talking for now...*

"I looked— For days. . .
I asked— many people. . .
I searched— Kadho, Upper, Middle— and even returned to the forest by myself. Fearful not of my own life, __but yours.__"

*There was a pause and a moment of eerie silence.
The frigid wind stopped, the ducks grew quiet and the Mare stared. Everything in the forest stood still even Lucrum.*

||"—**I know. I have it. Take it... **
I don't want to hold onto it anymore—! It always kept me hoping that we'd cross paths again. So I could right my wrongs. Shaor—"||

*He kept talking.
Spitting the truth.
His voice fell deeper, and more distraught.*

[Assistant]
*Terrell didn't shift from his stance, keeping the sword held out in front of him while the Macon rambled on about trying to search of them. His expression remained neutral, part of him not wanting to buy Luc rum's sob story. However, in being an Elf, Terrell had the knack for being able to read a person based on look alone. It wasn't a skill he cared much for, though now he actually had reason for it.

He'd shift his sword ever so slowly as the pointed end of it would meet the face of the Macon, just at the tip of the nose. It would a rather light touch, soon moving on as the sword would trace its way up his face. It wasn't pressurized enough to leave a mark, but touching enough to know any sudden moves would warrant a bigger cut than wanted. Eventually the tip would reach bridge of his glasses before he'd use his sword to move them up over Luc rum's eyes.

The Elf's eyes would narrow at the sight of him crying, whether because of suppressed frustration or disapproval of it, it was left uncertain. The moment seemed to last for ages with Terrell watching Luc rum in dead silence. After a while of studying him, he'd move his sword away from the Macon, lowering it back down to his side in waiting for Luc rum to hand over the money he promised. With what the Macon said, it seemed that he was unsuccessful in finding Shari and, unfair as it might be, Terrell would take her pay nonetheless. He didn't know her enough to determine her whereabouts nor care of what happened to her after the events.*

*He would move one hand to his head, coursing his fingers through his long pink hair before he'd grab at something and remove it from its original resting place within his locks. A small crown, one he had chosen months ago between the choice of it, a pair of glasses, and a compass. It was a stupid question then and even stupider one now for why he still had it. Perhaps it was left forgotten all the time leading up to seeing the squire again.*

"Here. You can have this back."*He'd say, carelessly tossing the small thing to Luc rum's feet.*"Not my style. Way too small."


[User]
"...Mmh, sounds odd. Should pick more stable company, mmh? I've ran with my group for a long time now.. All started in South Mentia, picked up and lost a few on the way, but we haven't lost our character."

*She said, finishing off her own tankard and setting it down.*

[Assistant]
"It's working out alright for a party formed on the spot, I think. And beyond this campaign, well..." The priestess shrugged, staring at the remnant bubbles in her mug. "I'm something of a loner myself, and teamwork is hardly a strength of mine... But that's another story."

She shrugged once more, slightly hesitating on whether she should order another mug.

[User] "Mmh.. Should try teamwork sometime, works great." *She smirked a bit.* "With my lot we just have all the others set themselves up far away, I run in and they pick off everyone trying to fight me."

[Assistant] "Mmm, I don't know. Everything considered, I'd make a terrible teammate." A grin flitted across her face after some thinking. "You'll get along with the old man I work with, probably. Similar way of thinking and all that."

[User] "Mmh.. Never met a southlander with a similar way of thinking. Those coastal Mentians are all soft anyway." *She shrugged.*

[Assistant] "Well, there's always room for first times." Sol got the attention of the barkeep and procured a smaller drink. "But I'd imagine that to be a good thing, no? If they're soft, they can't handle all the fighting by themselves. More business for the folks who do it for a living."


[User] "There's not some conspiracy to keep you in the dark. And there's no *Plan.* Just an intention. We haven't decided on doing anything yet." *She leaned back against the headrest again.*

[Assistant] *He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck* "F-fine... It would have been nice to know though... Sorry for raising my voice..." *He pursed his lips and decided to follow suit in moving and leaning back against the headrest. Lad was seemingly hoping that mimicking might lighten the mood.* "Does Carly know?"

[User] "No. Only me and Sonja talked about it. She wouldn't have even come if not for promising her that we weren't going to let them win. These aren't good people we're working for." *She grunted and closed her eyes, reaching for his hand and gently holding it as she let out a sigh.*

[Assistant] *He frowned. Not entirely glad yet another person wasn't aware. At least he was in the loop now, but he'd have to tell Carly later. His frown did falter at her taking his hand in hers. He gave her hand a squeeze and leaned his head on her shoulder* "Hmm they aren't... Especially that b-baron"

[User] "I'm selfish. But them? They'd sell their own family for power. They're all evil in their own way and they'll get what's coming to them." *She grumbled a little with her eyes closed.*

[Assistant] *He chuckled and though her eyes were closed she'd feel him nodding his head* "Hopefully... And don't speak like that. You're fine. A little r-rough but nice all the s-same"

[User] "Hmpf. I know what i am. No need to be delusional." *She opens her eyes and looks over to him.* "I'm glad the world hasn't ruined you yet, at least."

[Assistant] *He gave her arm a very light punch. Not intended to hurt but show his disagreement. Though he does then give a comforting rub to where he punched, as if it did hurt.* "And it never will. Worlds nice... Its t-the people who m-make it cruel"

[User] *She huffed.* "Something made people rotten. I don't know what, but it's something. People get too comfortable being cruel."

[Assistant] *He shrugged and leaned further against her, now half hugging as he looked up at her with a bright smile* "Well as long as we're on the r-right side of things... I'm happy"

[User] "I hope we are. I don't know if I am. You are." *She stroked his hair and yawned, clearly tired.*

[Assistant] "HMP... Just s-stick with me and you'll be fine." *He smirked and resisted yawning as well* "Sleepy?"

[User] "Mmh.. Mhm. I'm going to sleep." *She stretched and groaned before slipping under the sheets and getting comfortable.* "Goodnight." *She said before rather quickly falling asleep.*

[Assistant] "Goodnight..." *He sighed as he kept he head leaned up against the headrest for a while. He didn't immediately sleep. For a while he just sat there in thought. After what felt like an hour he'd eventually lay down, wanting to follow suit and sleep*


[User] _A wagon rolled on through the small town, ox-drawn. It shook as it went along the road with clinking inside. It stopped off to the side by a building. A creature hopped from the front, going along the wagons side. An insectoid being, shining green and maroon chitin. His mandibles clicked excitedly as he reached the back, checking the contents of his wagon._

[Assistant] *Making his way through the town, an Elf wearing a pig mask would silently ride along the cobbled roads atop his horse. His gaze would shift to the different people, eyes falling upon a wagon being tended to by an individual that stuck out to him. A Qua? It wasn't often to come across them, at least for him anyway. Turning his horse to steer towards the person, Terrell would allow his curiosity to get the better of him as he'd gradually make his way over, the sound of hooves clopping signifying his approach.*

[User]
_Krikka Feest checked over his stock of meats and such throughout the back of his wagon. Would he need any extra? Possibly, quite possibly. But for now, he was here just to show off his wares.

So when an elf began to approach, the Qua hailed them with a raised arm and a click of his mandibles._

[Assistant] *Terrell would give simple wave in response, his horse slowing to a stop as he neared the Qua. He'd look the person over with a hidden gaze of curiosity before he'd glance over at the wagon he had instead.*"Not everyday you get to see a Qua out here."*The Elf would eventually say.*"Selling wares or just passing through?"*It seemed he was asking the purpose for the wagon, whether it was a traveling shop or just a mobile home. He wasn't quite sure what the man could possibly be selling, but it didn't make him any less curious.*


[User] *Matsuko walks into a small settlement in the territory of Tiksak, they'd have only come here as they have seen a bounty to be claimed. Apparently they had sent their fastest member to run to the town Matsuko had been in previously, requesting for an adventurer to put some rowdy bunch of bandits nearby in their place. This shouldn't be too difficult for a trained combatent, however due to many misfortunante events, everyone with some form of training is either injured, dead, or too old to fight. It isn't very apt to them bandits, more like violent troublemakers, hopefully they'll either run away or be captured after a quick battle. If Matsuko were to ask around about them, they'd find out that the bandits lodge in the woods nearby, in an abandoned cabin.*

[Assistant]
*As Katsuki had arrived to the location, he immediately wanted to talk to the townsfolk about the bandits' location. As he walked around town, he would talk to one of the civilians.*

"Uhm excuse me, sir. I'm Katsuki, and I was sent to eliminate the bandits that was said to be here. Do you know their location?"

*He would patiently wait for the civilian's answer, and he looked around to pass time.*

[User] "Ah, you've heard about our request? Just east of here in an abandoned cabin, I think a woodsman used to live there, dunno where he went when the bandits made their home there. Anyways, they aren't too strong, probably a little cowardly, defeat one and they all run away, you know the type?" *The civillian would say, he doesn't make it seem like the bandits are much of a threat, rather they are probably a nuisance to them, of course they would cause harm which is why they have sent out a bounty for them.*

[Assistant]
"Mm. I know the type. Well, thank you for your aid, kind civilian!"

*He would smile and continue his adventure. He would look up at the sky.*

*'Daylight is burning, I should hurry.'*

*Katsuki would make his way east, towards the abandoned cabin. After walking, he would soon reach the cabin. He did not approach it yet, he wanted to hide behind a tree and scout the cabin at first. As he hid, he tried to see how many bandits there were and their equipment.*


[User]
**Lucrum seemed distraught. As he tried to keep the conversation afloat. He was forcing himself to keep Terrel's attention.**

"I've grown lazy over the last year. . . Busy with forming connections, for the big thing. But in doing so my swordsman has dulled— yet my magic has prospered. It's safe to say, I've lost my edge. Heh."
**The squire said with a glance to his Estoc; a weapon with no edge.**

*Lucrum would look to the tear in the Pigs cape. Before frantically speaking.*
"I can sew the cape back together if you'd like. It's the least I could do. M—my elven mother practically engrained it into my head."

*He'd take the mare by her reigns and walk her over to the waters edge to allow her to drink. The ducklings would be placed in his saddle bags, with the cover open. The equine kept an eye on Carl, and would huff lowly as she had just watch the two riders duke it out. She was unsure if it was safe, But could felt her riders low emotion. Lucrum brushed her mane and in response the mare would rest it's chin atop of the short squire head. He closed his eyes feeling sorry for himself.*

"—But I've met some new people; From Canifors Lords and optimistic adventures... To Harlot Kemo—? What is the name of the cat people? I can never pronounce their race right..."

*He'd sigh loudly, The squire had grownup, although it wasn't was anything tangible. Aside from his Cuirass and Estoc, he remained the same person visibly and at heart. With the addition from the bruises he'd obtained from getting jumped by elves in Lymia and most recently the bar fight with Hikari. . . Sketchy lady, bad manners. That left him with bandages that wrapped around his forehead was a sign he had been in a pickle since. His experience couldn't been seen but heard as he recites the events. He stops himself, as he realized he hadn't formally apologized.*

**"Terrel are you listening?"**

[Assistant]
*Terrell would turn his gaze towards Luc rum, staring back at him with a frown forming on his face with what could be perceived as mild annoyance with the squire. What more did he want with him? He already left him to burn alive, near attempted decapitation, and torn his cloak in his weak excuse for swordsmanship that he claimed to have improved upon in the year that had passed.*

"Mm."*He'd respond back simply to confirm Luc rum's question of him listening. His business with Luc rum was already through, now it was just a matter of teaching those bandits a lesson about messing with him, whether they were after the squire or not. The Elf never liked unfinished business and in having to run away, Luc rum was merely a reminder of what he had to go back to.

He didn't have much faith in the squire, even if he felt inclined to help to see as he was the cause of this in the first place. At this point, he'd probably slow him down or perhaps make decent fodder for a while. Either way, he probably wasn't going to get much help in this and that mattered little to the Pig Elf. He had faith in his own wit and sword skills and if it's a fight they wanted to start, it was one he's going to finish. Perhaps it was about time to start getting prepared.*

[User]
"C'mon don't do that..."
*Lucrum became frustrated with Terrel's disinterest, the shuffle of foot steps could heard as he approached Terrel from behind. The squire instincts was to shove him as he raised his palm; but didn't have the gall to pull through. He would reach out to grab his shoulder to stop him from leaving.*

"**Tsh, you're a—...**"
*Lucrum bit his tongue it was laced with poison for what he wanted to say out of Frustration, speechless as he danced on eggshells. He decided to keep it honest.*
"Terrel, did I ever tell you what we were doing that day before we were ambushed?— What was in the parcels? Where we going?—"

*Lucrum stared him down, his eyes flicking between portions of his mask. He'd point to his mask, gesturing him to take it off.*

"—Life is unfair, I didn't expect things to turn out that way it did. It has affected me more than you think old friend. You had a choice to stand and fight by my side... I told them you weren't with me yet.—"
*He'd pause.*
"...What you did, even with the outcome now. Left me dumbfounded. You have warrior's heart."

"...I can plea until my lungs run out, and my eyes roll back... But nothing can change what happened that day. We either would've died or been captured—. Those snobs that hired him... Are worse than you and I combined. But, I strive to cut down that stupid looking floppy hat bandit and those who hired him... That made me look like a fool, I want to show you I am truly..."
*He'd exhale, looked to the pig's greaves.*

"**—__Sorry.__** But your making it difficult walking away... Just listen to me"

[Assistant]
*Terrell would remain where he was as Luc rum went through the effort of coming up behind him, only turning his head back to look at him as he'd place a hand on his shoulder. He was sure the Macon was trying to explain something important, but after all this talking, the Elf had found his mind drifting elsewhere for a while.

He took notice of Luc rum gesturing to his mask, though simply ignoring the hand gesture's request to remove it. Why should he anyway? Only after there was finally silence, would Terrell slowly grab Luc rum's hand to pick it off his shoulder and move it away from him.*

"You know what your problem is Luc rum?"*He'd question, using the squire's name for the first time well ever, maybe. It was hard to recall a time when he had needed to say it really.*"You talk too much for your own good."

*The Elf would turn around fully, bringing his arm up to rest on the back of his horse.*"I have some business to finish with those ambushers of yours, so are you going to help me or not?"

*Quick and to the point the Elf seemed. Luc rum's apology seemed to have mattered little to him at this given point, that window of opportunity having already closed. The Macon seemed insistent enough, so who was he to stop him lest he proved to only repeat history as it so often did.*


[User] The Ursinoid nodded slowly and tried to follow the instructions. She felt a bit foolish, but made the O with her lips, and tried to get the energy in her hands to do the same. It severed the first time. And then the second time. And the third time too. Sonja seemed to be getting increasingly agitated with each attempt, but kept trying it anyways. "Does this... Really work?"

[Assistant]
"Indeed it will." *Arleen would demonstrate with the same move, successfully lifting the sword - just a tiny, little bit - a magical thread hanging between the sword and his hand. Though it would sever after he lifts it more than a palm's length away.*

"Humph, put your hand on my hand, and imagine doing the same thing. Perhaps this will make you feel the connection better."

[User] "..." Sonja frowned at how effortlessly Arlean seemed to accomplish what she was attempting. How?! And so the Ursinoid reluctantly put her hand on Arlean's to see of that helped at all. It felt like that helped her. Soon, she was ready to try it again herself. And so she did. Again. Again. And... Again. Honestly, she was ready to give up, when finally, on what was her 7th attempt, it worked! Well, kinda. She was able to get the sword to twitch and shiver ever so slightly. But levitate? Oh no, not yet.

[Assistant] Arleen nodded at her to reassure her every time she failed, until she finally did it for the first time. "This will be a long process. Now, visualize the MANA that was flowing in you, you may see shattered threads and veins inside. Try to form them into a way that let you replicate what you just did - that is called etching a magical circuit in you."


[User] *Terrel's head would cock to the side at the mention of being a traveling cook. He's met quite a few cooks on his own travels, but most typically limited their cooking around dishes containing meat in them. At his introduction, Terrel would give a dip of his head before shifting to slide off his horse.*"Terrel Bales."*He'd say in response, lightly grabbing onto his horse's lead and tugging him forwards.*"A cook, eh? What kind of recipes do you have."

[Assistant]
_Erika Feet lived up to his namesake... Sort of. Always attempting to create feasts for many, many people who came. Not many did, since he wasn't so well known. Even if he acted like he was._

"Lamb stews, pork rinds, cricket and rice, noodle soups. Many recipes and still yearning to learn more!" _One of those perhaps was odd, but don't worry. He only ever used small insects._

[User] *Terrel would raise an eyebrow as he mentioned each of the dishes, counting out all the ones with meat in them and bugs it seemed? Part of the Elf wondered if it would be wrong to consider it cannibalism in a way, so he simply decided not to critique the choice. It seemed like there were a lot of options still out there, so he would simply say:*"Seems like you have a variety, ever tried out different making vegetable soups?"*The Elf seemed to be suggesting it. At this rate, he might as well be suggesting this to every cook he comes across.*

[Assistant]
_Truly, the infection had time to time experimented with vegetables... Yet he was always drawn to meats and spices. The things he could create, the recipes he could perfect. And also when it came to smaller insects, cannibalism never came to mind. Because no one brought it up, and they were to him animals. Little critters._

"Perhaps. I need to look into that more. I have made leek soup." _Simple, yet with the right touch, elegant. And with potatoes. That's what really made it. And sometimes a little bit of beef to add to the soup. Though that wouldn't be entirely vegetable soup then, now would it?_ "You are one for vegetables?" _He asked, assuming that was the reason that it was asked in the first place._

[User] *Terrel would nod, his mouth curling into a grin at the question.*"That I am. I'm afraid I don't share the same interest in meat as, well every other person I come across."*He'd state. It was a bit refreshing to have someone who cooked vegetable meals without just having to go to a tavern. Perhaps the Elf could take him up on that while they were here for the short while. He had the extra free time at least.*"Is it up for sale?"*He'd ask in reference to the leek soup. It wouldn't be bad to get a quick meal for now before he had to set out again and be stuck away from any towns for who knows how long.*

[Assistant]
_Erika hesitated for the moment. It was not so rare an occurrence that he would come across someone who preferred plants to meat. Even so... The Qua climbed into the back of his wagon, rummaging around. He had just what was needed._

_The Qua retrieved a pot and a couple of leeks, even a potato. A cutting board was ready as well._ "Set up a fire, side of the road. Fill pot with water, if you would be so minded?"


[User]
Arlean took a hot minute to recover, nodding as he tried to stop himself from retching up his stomach contents. Eventually, after a minute he smiled and turned back to Sonja.

"...I'm fine, no need for healing." He nodded,"I suppose it is time to rest and end the practice for today. Would you like to go ou for dinner?"

[Assistant] Sonja nodded slowly as Arleen suggested the end practice. She supposed that was fine. The Crinoid has learned enough to at least practice some things on her own. It was good to know that her instructor hadn't been too injured. "Not hungry. Maybe another time."

[User] Arlean looked visibly sad at the rejection. "Hmmph, maybe another day then. I will return to the library and my home after. Perhaps I'll see you there tomorrow."

[Assistant] Sonja nodded and gave the Mistune a wave before heading off to do some more study of these strange magic powers.


[User]
*The market was a perfect place for many in need of equipment replaced and repaired to be. Mox finding his way here after another job finished, having been hired by a merchant on their way to Mentian in need of a bit of security the job went without an issue until the last leg of the journey. Having run into bandits just a few miles off from the city one two things where clear to Mox now that he was here. The first being it was time to restock arrows, the second being it was time for a new cloak.*

*Having set himself up in an inn for the next few nights while he restocks the only equipment he brought to the market today was his armor and his short sword just in case something happened. The Crossfox Canifor currently standing in front of a stall selling weaponry as he takes stock of the arrows for sale. Picking up one to poke at the arrowhead, broad heads where his usual go to but the strange shape and teeth on the arrows he had been offered did interest him. Till he had been given details on the price. Scowling as he sets the arrow down and moves to head for another stall.*

[Assistant]
*The centaur soon noticed the young Cantor, remarking in surprise on seeing another beast kin in the mainly Macon Media, and approached him with a wave.*
"Excuse me sir, apologies to bother you - I was wondering if you would be interested in a taste test?"
*He asked, shaking the basket gently as he cantered over.*

[User]
*Mox was already on his way to the next stall when he hears someone call out to him. Immediately out of reflex his right hand goes to rest on the short sword at his right hip, the Canifor's ears perking up and swiveling just a hairs breath before his muzzle turns to look at the centaur.*

*Shock first played across his features. Another beastkin, and this one didnt look like a slave unlike the ones he saw in a few other lands.* "Oh. Hello." *He greets awkwardly as he turns his attention to them, eyeing the basket curiously for a moment.* "What is this?"

[Assistant]
*Cir cine noticed the move of MOX's hand to his sword, tensing up a little at the anticipation of a drawn weapon, but relaxed again as he greeted him.*
"Hello there, yes - I've made some rations, but I've tried salting them this time. I've tried them myself, and I'd say they taste fine - but I want to make sure they taste fine to others as well, so I can share them on missions..."
*He explained, picking up a piece of celery and taking a bite out of it, cocking his head at MOX curiously.*
"Are you from around here, sir? I haven't seen many of your kith before."

[User]
*Mox sizes up Circine, taken off guard at the offer of the rations as he stares for a second.* "No point in not trying." *He answers, why pass up free food? Why would they want to poison someone right here in the middle of a crowd?*

*Picking up the piece of celery he takes a bite out of it just as the question is answered. Deciding to chew instead of talk with a mouth full and finishes before answering.* "Not usually a greens fan but I like it, and nah. Just passing through. Came in with one of the caravans as hired muscle to keep bandits off them." *By the condition of his equipment he probably did face some bandits, that or the elements were unkind as the dull shine of metal plates could be seen where the cloth covering of his brigandine had been sliced or torn. Another thing he needed repaired.*

[Assistant]
"Oh, good!"
*He beamed happily, closing the basket and attaching it to one of the metal hoops on his back, tapping his chin thoughtfully at MOX's second statement.*
"Hm, I see. The paths have been quite dangerous recently... I don't often have trouble with bandits - most are simply too weak to ambush me without getting knocked aside as I ride."
*He explained with a chuckle, stamping his strong front legs to make a point.*
"I assume you'll be making quite a few repairs, from the state of your armor. I'm heading off to get some of my caparison repaired as well, so perhaps we'll be walking the same direction a while."
*He chuckled again, wearing a gentle expression. Usually, the centaur was cold towards others, out of habit after meeting so few strangers throughout his life in his tribe. But he couldn't bring himself to show contempt for beast kin.*

[User]
"You wouldnt happen to know the area and a merchant selling decent arrows for cheap? I'll even take just the heads at this point." *Mox asks as the Canifor sets in beside the centaur, letting them take the lead. He recalled something one of the elders of his tribe taught him. A Canifor's fangs were strong but you never disrespect a centaur within striking distance or an open field. This one seemed rather interesting, Mox having no issue sharing the road with them.*

"How are these lands when it comes to our own? When I passed through the lands of the elves they seemed rather wary of me, even refused service at times."

[Assistant]
"That would be one of my most frequent stops, actually. These blunt easily, and aren't effective for hunting unless sharp, so I've found a suitable Fletcher for the job, yes."
*Cir cine responded, gesturing down the left fork in the pathway, leading down towards the town square.

Changing his gait to keep in line with MOX, he recalled his own stories from his village - legends of beast men warriors riding into battle upon centaur cavalry, both entered into a life bond as fellow men-at-arms. These stories had enraptured him and his kin, each one of them fantasizing about their true companion.

Perhaps Cir cine would find that person one day, but he doubted it would be soon.*
"The Macon are far wiser than the Solaria when it comes to these things - never have I been turned away from a Macon vendor if I had the coin. Of course, not everyone shares this sentiment, but it is quite the opposite of Even thought."


[User]
*A few days after the arson quest, Kibaru felt it was about time to challange Terrel to another fight. Confident in his improved skill and experience. Felt like he was on the same level with Terrel.*

*After ingratiating the challenge and setting the place, the two of them head into the woods a little ways off from the Liberation camp to get some privacy*

"Right..." *Kibaru started off stretching a bit and loosening his muscles* "Ready to finally have your win streak broken?"

[Assistant] *Terrell, not as overly enthused as his Kimono friend was riding his horse out to the meet up spot.*"Not in particularly, but I'll still plan on heading back to get something to eat after."*He says with a light shrug.*"Hopefully not having to drag you back."

[User]
"Well atleast you brought transport to get you back to camp after I know you off it" *Kibaru smirked. Taking off his shirt and taking out his Odachi*

"Any rules?"

[Assistant] "Don't die."*He says with a grin as he began moving a few paces back from the Kimono. He takes out his trident and shield and turns to face him.*

[User]
"Read my mind." *Kibaru got into his pose, ready to fight this one*

"Let's go!" *Kibaru said before swinging his sword toward terrel, lunching a fireball towards him. Then he shot west and took cover behind a tree*

[Assistant] *Terrell sidesteps the fireball, grinning as he gave chase to him, the Sinai appeared past the trees, slicing at the Kimono with a hard hit of his sword before vanishing back into the forest.*

[User] *Kibaru quickly got back up, before charging at Terrel with a thunderous strike, and running through him with a powerfull attack that would move him and possible knock him down*

[Assistant] *He holds on to the reigns tightly, quickly rushing back towards Subaru and swinging at him with a strong his of hide sword to knock him back only to proceed to charge him again with another powerful attack.*

[User] *Kibaru immediately acted. Letting down a powerful strike down towards Terrel, followed by a lightning shock*

[Assistant] *The Sinai swaps to his Great sword, striking at him one final time. Snapping the reigns of his horse he sprints back across the forest, coming to a stop just at the end of the path as he turned to face Subaru.*

[User] *In a last ditch Effort, Kibaru rushed towards terel Letting out another Thunder bolt before face planting into the ground. Succumbing to his injury*

[Assistant] *The Elf desperately blocks the attack by raising his sword to it, feeling the brief shockwave going through it before slowly shaking it off and looking towards his fallen comrade. He makes his way back over to him and dismounts.*"Alright, let's head back to camp."*He says, holding down a hand to help him up.*

[User] *Kibaru woke up, shaking his head as he looked at Terrel... Not even that much damage* "Yeah... I'll return in a bit. You go ahead of me, man" *Kibaru said, repositioning himself to sit against a tree, wincing slightly as he began treating his wounds*

[Assistant] "You sure you're going to be alright out here?"*He questions.*"Wouldn't want a wolf or something coming by and picking you off."

[User] "I'll be fine" *He said bluntly. Shooing Terrel away with his hands*

[Assistant] *He stared at him for a while behind the blank stare of the bunny mask he was wearing and then eventually decided to turn away and Mount back up on his horse before slowly trotting off.*


[User]
"That is what I fear I will become if I persue such motivations... But for now, I shall keep to my own - let those of greater moral fibre lead something like that."
*He concluded, his expression brightening as they moved the conversation along. Having finished his pleasantries and bartering with the shopkeep, the centaur cantered over to Mox, picking up a bodkin arrow and examining it as he spoke.*
"Have you found anything you like? The fletcher here does great piercing arrows."

[Assistant] *MOX goes to prick his finger with one of the arrow heads on displace. Applying just enough force to see if it would even cut him at a bit of pressure. Silently judging it for a few moments before giving a nod in confirmation.* "These will do. I don't expect my arrows to last very long so piercing really isn't necessary." *Gathering a handful of the arrows he heads up to pay for them at the shop keep himself, counting out the coins before handing them over.* "I'm not sure if there are any who fit that at the moment. Those I've found who try are those who become monsters." *He calls over his shoulder to his current centaur companion as he collects the things he has purchased, stopping before deciding on picking up a second bowstring. Never know when it could be useful, or when his first may break.*


[User] *He'd walk over to hand the bowl and spoon back before heading back to grab his horse's lead and walk him over.*"Just be ready to fight if it comes down to it."*The Elf would answer simply as he'd Mount back up on his horse, soon looking back at the Qua as another question rose to mind.*"You know how to at least, don't you?"*He'd ask. The Elf wasn't actually sure if Krikka was much of a fighter, the only instance being given was that he had left during his home's takeover to enjoy a life of cooking more.*

[Assistant]
_Indeed, Erika knew some fighting skills. A little hand to hand. But mostly with how to use a bow, a longbow specifically. Sure, usually it was for hunting, but he could use it in engagements as well._

"A bow. I am good with a bow. I can handle some other weapons, such as my hooked sword." _Not as handy, but still effective enough._ "What of you? What are you handy with?" _the Qua asked as he retreated to the wagon. He set the used bowl somewhere for cleaning later._


[User] As Lorenz creeps through the forest he overhears a conversation "Can't we go back to camp? The bear's clearly gone...", "Shut the hell up, do you want it to return later and eat you as you rest? I don't!" Obstructed by some bushes Ingvar notices two bandits walking far ahead of him - following the same tracks he is. They seem to be decently equipped, simple gambesons with light mail over-top and open faced conical skull caps. They carry medium sized round shields and short spears with short swords sheathed at their sides. They have not spotted Lorenz yet.

[Assistant] Invar sees no need to intervene. If the bandits fight the bear and live, then he can easily sweep the survivors aside. Instead, he slowly follows behind them and keeps a decent distance so that his armor doesn't give him away. He keeps to the bushes, looking down to make sure he doesn't step on any branches that could alert them.

[User] He manages to succeed in staying far enough away to avoid being detected - though he's far too distant to hear anything they may be saying, and can barely keep up with them. Soon however, after what feels like hours of trailing them they come upon what looks to be a large cave made of rock in the side of a cliff-face. The two bandits enter the cave, and even after an hour of waiting they do not return...

[Assistant] The hour passes and Invar sighs. Slowly, he starts to make his way into the cave with his sword drawn and at the ready. He's got a bad feeling that this bear might be more than just a simple bear. He can only hope it's been weakened by the bandits.


[User] *Hara would be sat in a small tavern in Upper Mentia. It was a small town, it'd been hit with a few beastkin raids as of late but hadn't yet fallen to the incoming army. It was sat inbetween the beastkin stronghold of Aberardtir and the still Imperially held Lyndunn. The tavern was quiet, with Hara being sat near the back, drinking some water. She was a 5ft tall purple haired Okamimi, with a collection of large weapons nearby. She wore some interesting armour and a red leotard underneath. She was all on her own, her eyes trained on the door.*

[Assistant]
*Hara's eyes would catch a unique figure for sure. A man dressed in a snow-white cloak and silvery hair contrasting with his tan skin, and golden eyes that seemed to pierce any guard. A fine ablest was strapped to his back, along with some bolts and arrows.*

*Seemingly bored, Livia did a quick scan of the room, but he soon focused his gaze on the uniquely dressed kemonomimi. Armor, a leotard, and weapons? And a kimono as well? This wasn't Run; surely she was here for a reason. He looked over to her, then walked over and pulled a chair out opposite to her.*

"Mind if I take a seat?"

[User] "You were going to anyway." *She said, taking a sip of fresh well water. She tucked her chair in more under the table and leaned forward, propping her elbows up on the table and looking to him. She politely bowed her head with a fairly neutral facial expression.* "I'm Hara, and you?" *She asked, twirling some of her hair around a finger.*

[Assistant]
"Oh, of course! I need something to do while I'm here. I'm Livia."

*Livia leaned back, his facial expression seemingly interested in Hara. Though as for what was a mystery.*

[User]
*She rested a head on her hand, her eyes flicking over him lazily, trying to size him up.*
"Are you a soldier- No. Mercenary?" *She asked, noticing the big arbalest.*

[Assistant]
"You'd be right. I assume you are as well?"

*Livia gestures to the assortment of weapons nearby.*

"Anything you got planned as of late?"

[User] "A merc who never gets any contracts." *She said with a grimace.* "I left home a year ago and haven't found anything worth my time. Just work a peasant could do." *She huffed.* "And you?" *She asked, continuing to sip her water.*

[Assistant]
"Hm? Well, in that case, why don't you join me? A group and I are going to be defending Lyndon from Kaddish. The more people on board, the better. The city is basically pleading for help too. I'm sure they'd take you."

*Livia tilted his head slightly with a smile. Perhaps he could get Hara on board too.*

[User] *She pursed her lips, thinking about it. That could work.. Her first job.* "They're hiring mercenaries? *Hmm..* I'll join you." *She said, finishing her cup of water. She set it down and reached a hand across the table for a handshake.* "You people shake on it, mhm?"

[Assistant]
"Perfect. I'll notify the others soon that you'll be joining us."

*Livia obliged, grasping Hara's hand with his own. She would notice the strength in his grip, rough and calloused as well.*

"You're a melee user, I presume?"

[User]
*She blinked a little. It seems like she didn't understand the question, likely a mistranslation.*
"Melee.. User?" *She scratched around one of her fluffy ears.*
"Do you mean I.. Go in to melee?"

[Assistant]
"... Yeah. From what I see, you don't have any ranged weapons on you."

*Plus her big chest would make it hard to use some ranged weapons. Livia saw Hara scratching one of her fluffy ears, and decided that he wanted to pet them too.*

"Think you're up for it? It'll be tough."

[User]
*She shook her head, pulling out a bow that was beneath the table and setting it on the table.* "I haven't had much practice, but I can." *She gave a nod.*
"I'm confident I can do it."

[Assistant]
"Oh? Sounds good then."

*So how was she able to shoot that with her... Size? Oh, well. He didn't sense any false confidence.*

"So, where are you staying for the night? In here, or do you plan to stay somewhere else?"

[User] "We can make it to the city before tonight if we move now. If we're going there we should just go and find an inn there." *She moved to stand up, collecting up all her equipment and slinging it over her back.*

[Assistant]
"The city eh? Guess we'll go. I can introduce you to the rest then."

*Livia stood up, slinging his ablest over his back. As Hara was collecting her stuff, he'd reach over and give her a head pat, scratching her ears.*

"Just follow my lead when we get there."


[User]
*The kitsune nodded his head.*

"Yep! I'm full." *Then the kitsune stood up, remembering he forgot something in his room after crashing out of his bed. He walked upstairs and retrieved his focus staff, and then returned to Akasha.*

*He saw her stretching and rested his focus staff on a pillar, and then imitated her movement, feeling his muscles more relaxed after the motion. Then he followed Akasha outside, and peered around the skyline for any sign of the training ground - unfortunately, it didn't look too obvious to his untrained, foreign eyes.*

"So, what does a Knight of Firmament drill involves? Do I have to cast fancy magic? Or summon soldiers to fight?"

[Assistant]
*After Arleen approached her, they walked side by side, following Akasha's steps. She glanced to the side, noting the hint of curiosity in his eyes. The girl isn't sure on what he is scanning the horizon for, but the act itself does appear as quite adorable. It feels like she is walking with her pet for the first- 'Ahem, don't think of rude things like that, Akasha Islet'. She pressed her index finger in between her closed eyes while reprimanding herself.*

"Hm?" *She turned her face to the side. A sign of surprise is painted on her slightly raised eyebrows, which quickly dissipates.*

"Aah, well. Since we will be dispatched on a mission that may involve combat afterward, I think so. You're not experienced in a battle, yes? Then, as a mage, some practical lessons for a mage like basic close quarter combat would be taught."

*The route in which they are taking is largely sparse in population at first. Though, as Akasha continued to talk, the density of the people around them noticeably increased. It is attributed to the fact that they are approaching hither towards the main district and the city hall. A shadow is cast on the road they travelled in, created by the rising sunlight against the gigantic pillars. Akasha closed her eyes, relishing the pleasant coolness of the shade which can be distinctly felt. Her pale golden hair dims when it's not reflecting the sun.*

_ _
"Speaking of which, Arleen. " *She broke the silence, while amused looking at a few children who were passing by, playing tag with each other.*

"Do you know how to ride a horse? I confirmed some details of this mission yesterday. And earlier this morning. It involves a lot of horse riding. I suppose that we will be travelling from Thailand, all the way to the Duchy of Nupazdum in the north."

*When her words touched the subject of the Duchy, her tone pointedly became sharper. The continuing border skirmish and some pillaging done by the raiders of the North is by no means a lighthearted subject, after all. Her eyes trailed to look at Arleen. The glow behind its visage is visibly clouded with uncertainty – albeit the eternity that remains in her face.*

"I suppose you know about the condition there, if you have heard some rumors during your stay here. I heard that we– the assembled troops of Thailand will particularly march under the field of heavy conflicts, for this mission."


[User]
_Krikka Feest eyed over the couple of weapons that the elf had under his cloak. Well, certainly a fighter... Or a hunter with an arming sword, who really knew right?

The Qua nodded slowly to the explanation._ "Adept, versatile yes. Should learn to juggle both of my weapons, but stick to bow mostly. Yes, mostly bow..." _Even if the sword would be useful._

[Assistant] *Terrell would give a nod back in agreement.*"Just always be ready for the worst. Should be fine out there."*He'd allow his horse to trot back towards the main road a bit before gazing back at Erika.*"Setting up shop here for a while?"

[User] _Krikka Feest observed the village. No one came out just yet. Maybe some villagers would, in due time. The Qua nodded, moving towards the front of his wagon._ "May as well. Hungry customers everywhere, so why not start here?" _A couple days ought to cut it._

[Assistant] *He'd give a dip of his head in response, waving to the Qua as his horse would continue trotting forward.*"Good luck then. I'll be sure to give that leek soup recipe another try one day. ."*And with that the Elf would head off back along the main streets of Media, eventually vanishing into the crowd.*


[User] Walking up to the mouth of the cave Ingvar notices that it goes *Far* Deeper then he anticipated. If he wants to go any deeper then say twenty four feet he'd better have a source of light - no one in their right mind would go face to face with a potential bear in the total dark after-all. As for the immediate area around the cave, it does not seem to have anything of interest besides wild bushes and grass.

[Assistant] Invar huffs at the deep cave. All he wanted to do was clear the place out of bandits. Not slay a bloody bear. Not having a decent source of light, he goes to check the camp and see if they have any torches or a tinderbox he can use.

[User] Heading back to the camp is quite a hike and he nearly gets lost in the woods on his way back. The ground is completely soaked and it is still raining, luckily for him he's wearing a helmet and his horse reduces the amount of time he's outdoors so he doesn't get completely soaked. The camp may be in disarray but many of the objects still remain here, and it doesn't take him very long to find the tinder box used to start the fire. No torches though, but that isn't very surprisingly. One doubts that those bandits would spend the night doing anything other then likely sleeping.

[Assistant] Invar takes the tinderbox and rips a bit of cloth from the tent before heads back into the forest to find a heavy branch that he can use. Once he makes his way back to the mouth of the cave he lights up the torch with the tinderbox and enters with his sword drawn.

[User] The makeshift torch should work, not overly well mind you but it will do the job. One should not expect it however to stand up to any harsh winds or sudden movements. With torch in hand he's able to see far deeper into the cave - it goes on for some time. Eventually he sees the first sign of battle - that being blood smeared on the walls and floor of the tunnel...

[Assistant] Invar was wondering if maybe he should just leave the tunnel. The bandits had all been killed or fled. The tower was now his, probably. But he had to wonder what kind of bear did this. And if there was anything the bandits had to recoup his loss. He'd overpaid heavily as a show of good faith. And now he was starting to regret it. He pressed on.

[User] He follows the blood trail deeper into the cave. Eventually he comes upon a gruesome sight. The first thing he notices is the large pool of blood in the middle of the cavern that he has just entered, alongside how the ground is painted a crimson red. The next thing he notices is the dismembered corpses of the bandits, stripped naked and of all the flesh on their bones. A deformed looking man hunched over eating their flesh like it was the last supper! He looks up to regard Ingvar, white milky eyes blink at him as the creature bares sharpened teeth and snarls at him...

[Assistant] Well, that certainly wasn't a bear. What Invar had witnessed was nothing less than disgusting. Indeed, he was tempted to retch at the sight. But he managed to hold it in and keep his sword ready. "Come and die." He growled. The beast would have a harder time sinking its teeth into his armor. He just hoped it would charge, and he could cut it down.


[User]
*A knock at Sirdan's room. It was light and tenative, like the person knocking was scared.*

"Sirdan? Are you there?"

*Cuo stood at Sirdan's door. Truth be told, she hadn't paid much attention and was just going along with Sirdan (or technically Garuda). But the mission had ended in failure; apparently they had wanted the Siuians to invade that gate in order to spread the damage. Unknowingly, Garuda and the others had gotten too trigger happy, and had lashed out too early.*

[Assistant]
*Iran would be mulling over the consequences of his actions, and was not happy about what happened. Likely, he'd be briefed by Florian and received the bad news and probably apologized already.*

"Yes. I'm here." *Iran sounded a bit dejected, though his tone picked up a bit at the end of the sentence.*

*He walked over to the door and opened it. He was dressed in his simple set of underwear, and there's a large imprint on the bed. A hastily closed book was next to him. It reads Simian Tactical Manual.*

[User]
"I just wanted to check on yoOOOH WHY ARE YOU UNDRESSED-!"

*Cuo covers her eyes before realizing that Sirdan still had his underwear on, fortunately.*

"Oh, uh, sorry about that."

*She entered the room, and gave a look around. In it was a Siuian Tactical Manual?*

"It's about the mission, right?"

[Assistant]
"Huh?" *Iran was dressed up like a dad at home that stopped giving a shit. That is, a single linen shirt and boxers.*

"Well I'm in my room what did you expect? It gets hot here."

*Iran nodded, *"It is. I'm not feeling well, and I'm re-reading my tactical manuals in hope of gaining inspiration... To be honest, I'm just trying to feel like I'm doing something. And you?"


[User] Ingvar's hands and sword glows red as he casts an empowered strike. He waits for the beast to get closer as it leaps to him and he sticks out his sword to stab it, putting his weight into it so he can try to impale the creature on his blade and end the fight in one stroke.

[Assistant] He curls his wrist inwards as he brings his fist up to his chest waiting for the perfect timing as the beast flies through the air. Just went it's 3/4ths of the way to him, he thrusts at an angle upwards into the chest of the ghoul. The blade cuts into the pale white flesh and the force from the creature and gravity make it all the easier. A sickening crack can be heard as the ribs break under the force sending shards of bone into the creatures lungs and heart, mortally wounding it. However since the beast is still... Moving through the air that means the body of It's soon-to-be lifeless corpse collides into Invar sending him sprawling to the ground with a bleeding and now mostly dead corpse of some hideous fiend onto of him. Save for a few bruises from the collision he seems to have been unscathed by the encounter. Though his armor is probably going to smell like shit for some time... Also, thankfully for him the ghoul isn't too heavy so it's not like he's pinned.

[User] Ingvar lifts the corpse off of him with a grunt. He's had worse than this. He promptly grabs his sword and stabs the throat to ensure it's dead. With that out of the way, he starts to search around the corpses. Or, what's left of them, to see if they have any money or valuables he can salvage and sell.

[Assistant] He finds two rusted short swords made of iron - not the best, but they might fetch a pretty penny to a desperate enough garrison. The armor is in complete taters - he'd be better off using them as compost then as something to sell. Besides that it doesn't appear like there's much of any valuables. However, out of the corner of his eye he notices the light flickering from his torch bouncing off something shiny. A pile of refuse and gore mixed in with likely the unfortunate goods of past victims... One would have to be truly desperate for coin to delve into such a refuse for profit.


[User]
"Hm, yes... Food would be good..."
*She sighed, nodding at his proposal and reigning in her own horse's speed. The journey had been long, but not joyless - Terrel had a certain charm about him, despite his curtness. Her eyes would be drawn to the looming sea, a guilty sense of relief washing over her as the azure tide drew close to the sands.*
"It doesn't matter how far I go, hm...?"

[Assistant] "Good, let's go see if we can drop our horses off at a stall somewhere. I think some walking will be more enjoyable after that trip."*He'd say, soon dismounting once they were well in the city walls. The Elf would grab at his horse's lead, soon turning towards Kerala at her sudden question. He'd follow her gaze out towards the distant ocean.*"The sea?"*He'd ask, digging through his horse's saddlebags to a make sure he had taken out everything he needed.*"We're still close to the coastlands. Head far west enough and they'll be completely gone from view."

[User]
"Maybe by then I'd have gotten over this."
*Her reply was simple, wanting not to dwell on her odd complex around the sea too long - finding it childish to be afflicted with it at all. Her horse bowed its head low as she dismounted, tired out from the unfamiliar heat. She stroked its snout, cooing assuredly as her ears flicked from a similar drain.*
"We'll find a trough for the pair of you soon, don't worry~"

[Assistant] *He'd give a light tilt of his head, never really understanding the affinity towards the sea personally. With her dismounting, the Elf would incline his head in the direction of one of the paths that seemed to fork off the main road.*"We can try looking this way."*He'd say before turning around and heading off, his horse being tugged along in the process.*"Reckon they get many horses around here with all this desert?"


[User]
"Heh. I was joking about that. I know you can read and write." Sirdan said, nodding to himself as he read the book, trying to pick out the writing styles and what kind of language it is.

"Shame, I will- Hey!" Sirdan turned around, giving Cuo a deathly stare as he is tickled,"Don't make me retaliae!"

[Assistant]
*The writing style would be old Run ran, perhaps 200 years ago or so. Though it was still able to be clearly read for anyone who was literate in Run ran.*

"Eek! Ok-!"

*The invisible hands immediately back off, and CUO decides to sit cross legged on the ground as Garuda watches Iran reading the chapter. She seemed to be looking at him curiously, but at the same time, not looking at him. Indeed, she was looking through Garuda's eyes to see what he was reading.*

"So you're on the Germany chapter?"


[User]
*Following behind at a slowed pace, her gaze would wander to those that walked beside and away. Dezabians, dressed in loose and flowing cloth to capture every gust of wind in the arid noon sun. The Keguntan summers had been hot, but nothing compared to this. She had half a mind to remove her armour entirely, but the soldier in her forbade it.*
"War camels... I can't imagine one of those things charging a line of pikes..."

[Assistant] "They probably can't."*He'd say, gradually slowing to a stop in them nearing the stables.*"But it would be hilarious to watch them try."*He'd say, looking at Kerala with a face full of amusement or at the very least what could be shown as amusement from what was visible of his face. Gesturing to the stable, he'd say:*"Let's get the two situated before the traveling gets the better of us."*With that said, he would lead Carl towards the stables, soon heading inside and talking with the person that worked there before finding a nice place to leave his horse for a while.*

[User]
*The okamimi hummed in agreement, she lowered herself from the saddle and wheeled her steed around towards the stable, waiting for Terrel to finish up their horses' occupation for today.*
"Don't overheat here, alright? If they give you water, just drink it..."
*She admonished her horse quietly, recalling the few times she had found the beast refusing to eat or drink in certain regions. If she'd ever suspected he had a higher mind, it was those displays of aloofness that convinced her further.*

[Assistant] *Terrell would give his horse a light stroke along his snout.*"Will be back to check on you tomorrow bud."*He'd say. Walking away from the horse, he'd glance over to Kerala.*"Shall we find a place to escape the heat, madam~?"*The Elf would say the last word as more of a joke, holding out a hand to her in reference to them pretending to have roles of some kind of royal.*

[User]
*While unable to mask her smirk, she played along readily, returning a curtsy and taking his hand*
"You honour me, good sir. Lead the way~"
*The airs she put on were only partially fictional - most Keguntan citizens considered themselves more noble than the peasants of other nations, at the very least, and their manner of speech reflected this well. Those in the Condottieri simply dropped it during their excursions: flowery speech was wasteful on the battlefield.*

[Assistant] *Terrell would lead her away from the stables, being met by warm sunlight once more in heading back along the main roads that crossed every which way. While Kerala only putting on a partial facade, Terrell didn't share the mannerisms of those in Gunman. Growing up in the steppes, he did find himself learning some lessons about chivalry at the very least, though none that would come close to making him act any higher up than what he was. A Richard. Most lessons seemed to fade in time, the Elf acting however he preferred at the moment, but he didn't see Kerala as the kind of company to mind the small joke that passed between them. After some time of navigating, he'd eventually catch sight of a tavern off in the distance. It wasn't some grand restaurant, but the Elf would prefer anything that kept them out of the heat.*"This'll do."*He'd say aloud, giving assurance to them finally getting some rest from having to walk about so much.*

[User]
"That it will. You've been in Dezabia before?"
*Her mask would drop as they walked through the old doorway, the sandstone's weight having warped the dark wood over the years. The interior was far less warm, the air shallower as candles dried the air. The heat had drained most peoples' energy, so few rowdy drunks could be noticed as they winded past, Ikehara examining the odd patron.*

[Assistant] *Terrell would let out a tired sigh, finally out of the beaming heat in them entering the tavern. He'd briefly scan the building for a bit, listening to her as she'd ask him if he's been here.*"Only once before."*He'd say to her.*"It was much easier to travel through here than the mountains to get to Iranian after all."*The Elf would gently pull her along to one of the seats that remained open still for them to sit at before eventually letting go of her hand.*"You can imagine that I don't come around too often with this heat though."


[User]
"That's rock, and that's mana. Are you able to read Runran?"

*Cuo spoke from her cross legged position, spinning a small rock above her palm (thought it was clear she was being Force magic).*

"I don't know Geomancy myself... Oh! Maybe we could learn together?"

[Assistant]
"Somewhat. Run ran is difficult, especially if it is Run ran from two hundred years ago. The strokes aren't written like it was from the materials I got from HU Lang. And the grammar is ever so slightly different. Besides, there are a lot of difficult words here... Like what is this!?"

Iran pointed at an obscure character that probably meant MANA.

"Yes! We can learn Germany together. Then we can raise a lot of rune stones of our mutual adventure!"

[User]
"Hu Lang..."

*Cuo translated the words from Runran to Silnarian, and was utterly baffled. Was that really her name?*

"...Did Hu Lang ever tell you what his name meant? That just means 'Tiger Wolf'."

G-"That's close. That character in front means 'flow'. So it can be interpreted as the 'flow of mana'."

*Cuo sat up excitedly at the prospect of learning Geomancy with Sirdan.*

"Whoo! Now we can throw rocks at people!"

[Assistant]
"His? Her brother? Did she introduce her to me using her last name? Family name? Common."

He laughed,"That's like calling you CUO."

Iran then entered loading state for 2 seconds as he realized that's exactly what he has called her all along,"What's your given name anyway?"

Iran would start lifting rocks and throwing them at the training targets,"Well, let's go, we got all day to spend. Let's throw a lot of rock until we can drop a five hundred pounds boulders on top of everyone who dare to fight us... Just like the stone shot that Delmar shot at me."

"... Thinking about it hurts."