[@Xaltwind] [@Guess Who]
[hider=The Mountain Village]
A quick, snorting laugh would escape Corona before she rolled up her sleeve, showing off the slight bit of muscle she had. [color=f49ac2][b]"I'm a big enough girl to take care of myself. Thanks though. Don't get called cute much when I'm working the forge,"[/b][/color] she said, clearly appreciating the compliment.

A couple more trips back and forth with the numerous carts of ore would let Ashara see Corona break a sweat, which the girl quickly wiped off her brow. Smiling, she lead Ashara inside, letting her see the forge and store in its entirety, with finely crafted blades, spears, axes, armor, and numerous displays lined up proudly. It seemed that the town had a good supplier. Ashara could tell that the equipment wasn't magical, nor anything particularly powerful, but a skilled artisan had very clearly poured their heart into making them. Said skilled artisan was a man of remarkably large build, putting to shame most of the men in the village with his muscularity. His rose red hair seemed to glow with the light of his forge's embers, his large dark eyes squinting from the heat as he finished cooling a blade. 

[color=f49ac2][b]"Papa, we just got that shipment you ordered!"[/b][/color] Corona said, causing her father to rise. Which would let Ashara also see that he was actually shorter than his daughter. Coming over, the smith would grin as he wiped sweat from his brow. [color=ed145b][b]"I see you got someone other than Mars to do your chores for you,"[/b][/color] he chided, giving his daughter a hug. [color=ed145b][b]"What, you two have a fight or something?"[/b][/color]

Corona clearly didn't enjoy that idea, and bonked her father on the head with her fists, which seemed to do little more than amuse her father. [color=f49ac2][b]"M-Mars is a jackass anyways! I don't need his help!"[/b][/color]

Looking over to Ashara, Corona's father would respectfully bow his head and chuckle. [color=ed145b][b]"Sorry about the trouble my daughter gave ya. Usually Mars helps out, but I bet he's busy with his guard buddies. Here, I'll get ya his fee. Was gonna be extra this time since it was on such short notice too. Here,"[/b][/color] the smith would say, reaching behind the counter while he was still being bonked futilely by his daughter, tossing Ashara a bag filled with jingling coins. It may have seemed a lot, but she could bet it was a smaller currency in greater numbers. [color=ed145b][b]"Seventy-Six Olm. Usually he does it for Fifty."[/b][/color]

Were Ashara to open the bag, she would find seventy-six shiny, metallic green coins that made a pleasant sound when clinking together. They were minted in a slightly rectangular fashion, with flat long sides, and short rounded ones. 
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Meanwhile, Kath would have managed to pass herself off as a traveler interested in literature, giving her a chance to ask the general store owner to show her some of his books. From her intellect, and him telling her the titles, she would soon be able to discover the basic alphabet of this language was in fact one to one with the standard english alphabet. Which was fairly convenient...almost too much so. Each symbol corresponded to a letter, and that meant that virtually every word could become legible if one could become adjusted to the more blocky glyphs used. But, without money, browsing was all that Kath could do.

As she exited the store, Kath would feel someone watching her, a relatively short figure compared to the hardy townsfolk. Her pale skin was barely visible beneath the leather cloak she wore, the faintest visibility of an orange colored eye peeking out from beneath...before the figure vanished as another person passed between their sight line. At that moment, Ashara and Kath would both feel an immensely powerful presence suddenly appear, then vanish from the town entirely. A power that was, potentially, on par with a Chapter Keeper.
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[@DracoLunaris]
[hider=The Hunt for Answers]
Zouyu couldn't help but beam, taking it as a compliment that Kaldorna called him wild. [color=fff79a][b]"Hehe...Lady Yaoishi wanted me to be a real druid. I'm basically a talking magic tiger. And she said something about how I was supposed to have a brother but...eh, who needs one? The Chateau's like a big family already."[/b][/color] His reaction to Kaldorna wanting him to remake the leafy canopy he'd used to shield the vampires was immediate, as the forest itself offered leaves to create a massive barrier to shade them all, one that he would maintain so long as Kaldorna wished.

As dissapointed as he was in having to hang back and wait for the trap to spring, Zouyu obeyed and remained at Kaldorna's side, giving her a personal leaf shade so that she wouldn't have to hold her sunbrella up. [b]"So...what are we going to do if its like, stronger than Rodias? Oh, yeah, did your hawk thingie let you see his fight!?"[/b] Zouyu asked, just as Aranthar checked the thing's temperament with a shot.

...Which showed that its temperament was: Violent when angered. 

It would begin attempting to break apart the hunters' formation, dashing with a surprising amount of speed to attempt to gore Kaldorna's hunters. Judging from the difficulty they would have with it, as well as the power it possessed, Kaldorna could estimate that it was around level 40, making it about equal with Zouyu in terms of power, if not proving to be stronger than the gardener beside her. 
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[@Xaltwind] [@Stern Algorithm]
[hider=Valkyrie Code: V]
As Rodias furiously typed away, now on passw0rd908023987981230989 and the last shred of his sanity, he was admittedly startled by the sight of a doll head, then several more zooming towards him to inquire as to what he was doing. Clearing his throat, Rodias would say: [color=f7976a][b]"I'm attempting to reactive Chapter 5, and the COIN system. It wasn't needed for a long time since...since nobody has needed it, but trying to find out Dr. Drd's password is proving...difficult, to say the least."[/b][/color] 

A frustrating fact popped into Rodias' head. Salem was Dr. Drd's creation. Salem was the closest thing he had to a pet project. Salem MIGHT have a clue for the password...but...some stubborn part of his pride was refusing to cooperate. Continuing to furiously type away at passwords, Rodias would give Salem quite the show as he eventually grew so frustrated that he would summon a dumb cash shop item to his hand, a stress ball in the shape of a bat that, when squeezed, extended the tongue out and made the eyes bulge. The [s]not so[/s] subtle twitch of his eye would also let Salem know that the lord was clearly struggling, which could at the very least provide a bit of entertainment. 
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[@Inkarnate]
[hider=A Prayer for the Lost]
With naught else to do but return to her chapel grounds, Aurora would quickly find herself greeted by one of the individual priests in place at the church, who would bow respectfully, knowing well that she was basically the bishop, and he himself wasn't more important than any of the other priests. He was a [url=https://gbf.wiki/images/0/0c/Npc_zoom_3030066000_01.png]large figure[/url] who's kindly face was seren, as if he himself were at peace despite the request he was about to make. 

[b]"Ah, Lady Aurora, welcome back. I was wondering...what are your thoughts on Lord Rodias' leadership as of yet? I admit, I am relieved that our remaining lord is not one of the Evil Alignment but...Neutral is unpredictable. And Chaotic Neutral..."[/b]

The priest clearly had reservations about Rodias' leadership, but whether or not that was a result of prejudice, or genuine concern. It was understandable though, since a man of the cloth was guaranteed to have reservations about a vampire ruling over him. They were creatures of unholy nature, regardless of the world they found themselves in. Several people within the church were observing subtly, attempting to gauge how their leader would proceed.
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