[@Pyromania99] [hr] [color=a0410d][i]“Please, of course I do. Blood demons know when they’re clearly outmatched.”[/i][/color] The demon harrumphed at Vammy’s assertion. It was true she had a tendency to bite off more than she could chew at times, but well, she wouldn’t be a demon if she didn’t. Blood demons only got stronger in such scenarios, really - its what made them so dangerous, but when matched against something they clearly stood no chance against? Well, they weren’t fools. Unlike this human attempting to flee. “Ha, like I’m gonna fall for some stupid-” The woman initially responded, only to have her eyes widen in mild fear when she heard a loud growl from behind her. Lazhira left the window open, and Tallen happened to have made a little bed right outside it. She didn’t want the dog in her house, so she said. “-bluff!” The mutt in question leapt through the window, tackling the woman and proceeding to knock her right over and then decided to do what vammy had wanted, using her as a seat. “Getoff you smelly animal!” [hider=Current Happenings] [i]The moon goddess holds up a sign with an 18+ behind a red emblem on it looking quite displeased[/i] Current location: Dawn Time: Morning [hr] Potential Events: [list] [*]Asvar has mentioned a lack of Ore and that he might know where more are. Apparently Raelzeth is having trouble locating it with her stone-singing. [*]The fish problem remains as of yet solved. [*]Apparently Mie was attacked by the Yaga and Krysa and is held up somewhere in the Northern Snowfields. [*]Enli mentioned not having enough coins or goods to barter with the merchant Mie, if she comes. Perhaps he himself have some ideas on this. [*]The Crypts are off limits. Did something happen? [*]There could be a way to start diversifying Dawn’s food options aside from its usual fish, berry, and forest animal diet. [*]Now who are these newcomers? [*]Perhaps there's something you, personally, feel that needs to be done? [/list] [/hider] [hr] [@Crusader Lord] “Hmph.” Sorcha barely even acknowledged Lissa’s words as she’d give Leuca a gentle push to follow Nylah. “Brave words for someone that’d be nothing but slag.” She’d only briefly pause next to Eirhild, passing her what seemed to be a few gemstones. The dwarfs eyes lit up upon seeing them, eagerly and happily accepting them as seeming payment. “You have my thanks for protecting Leuca. If you find yourself in Tamaln just give my name and no one will bother you, Eirhild.” “Eh, don’t worry about it!” The dwarf smiled as she’d pocket the gems, turning her own attention back to Lissa as Sorcha and Leuca followed after Nylah. Sorcha for the most part said nothing as they trekked through Dawn, aside from a few comments about the rather in her opinion, poor state of the village. Leuca was too busy looking and taking in everything, speaking briefly to Sorcha about having never been so close to the sea before and seeming generally a little excited to be here. Nylah’s home was of a fairly humble construction. Tyua had given Bolcha some pretty specific instructions when he had built it when she came to this village all those years ago, a baby Nylah barely old enough to flutter her wings. Situated just on the beach and made of wood and stone, the outside didn’t seem too different from similarly built houses here but the interior was constructed with specifically spacious rooms in mind, the floor a step or two lower into the ground giving it a rather tall and roomy ceiling. Windows situated in time to allow the morning sun and afternoon sun to filter light into the home. Thick carpets were placed over the flooring while various trinkets and weapons hung on the walls of the living room area along with a few wooden chairs, a larger fire pit and some things she brought with her from her homeland. A few handmade clay vases and jars she made, too inscribed with various symbols of Kythet. “...ho.” Upon entering and observing for a few moment, Sorcha gave a curious hum. “I am surprised to see a Mothraki living in a house with holy symbols and icons of the Bastelians. I take it this ‘mother’ you spoke of is a Bastelian, then?” [hider=Current Happenings] [i]The moon goddess redresses herself with her robe of water seemingly pouting that you potentially saw her without clothing.[/i] Current location: Dawn Time: Morning [hr] Potential Events: [list] [*]Asvar has mentioned a lack of Ore and that he might know where more are. Apparently Raelzeth is having trouble locating it with her stone-singing. [*]The fish problem remains as of yet solved. [*]Apparently Mie was attacked by the Yaga and Krysa and is held up somewhere in the Northern Snowfields. [*]Enli mentioned not having enough coins or goods to barter with the merchant Mie, if she comes. Perhaps he himself have some ideas on this. [*]The Crypts are off limits. Did something happen? [*]There could be a way to start diversifying Dawn’s food options aside from its usual fish, berry, and forest animal diet. [*]Well, the human doesn’t seem to be the friendliest. [*]Perhaps there's something you, personally, feel that needs to be done? [/list] [/hider] [hr] [@Click This] [hr] Eirhild gave each of the gems given to her a good look over as Lissa told her what was happening. Two well cut, shiny emeralds. A blue, tear-shaped gem of some sort. And a ruby of an unnaturally deep red color. Satisfied that they were real, the dwarf would finally respond to Lissa. “Krysa and Yaga are acting up eh?” Eirhild frowned. “That’s weird. They live close to each other but the two don’t usually interact. If they’re teamin’ up like this, this Mie lass must’ve sanded their stones ‘em somethin’ fierce.” The dwarf leaned on a pew, mulling over the offer in her head before coming to a conclusion. “Well lass, as I said name’s Eirhild. You pay me a fair bit and treat me fair I’ll help ya. Dunno much about the Yaga or Krysa beyond what I already said but my sword arm’s good and my shields as sturdy as a rock.” She’d put out a hand for Lissa to take. “Since I finished with those two might as well go ahead and take another job, aye? Got any idea about this rescue operation yerself?” [hider=Current Happenings] [i]The moon goddess redresses herself, plucking a few gems from thin air.[/i] Current location: Dawn Time: Morning [hr] Potential Events: [list] [*]Asvar has mentioned a lack of Ore and that he might know where more are. Apparently Raelzeth is having trouble locating it with her stone-singing. [*]The fish problem remains as of yet solved. [*]Apparently Mie was attacked by the Yaga and Krysa and is held up somewhere in the Northern Snowfields. [*]Enli mentioned not having enough coins or goods to barter with the merchant Mie, if she comes. Perhaps he himself have some ideas on this. [*]The Crypts are off limits. Did something happen? [*]There could be a way to start diversifying Dawn’s food options aside from its usual fish, berry, and forest animal diet. [*]Well, the human doesn’t seem to be the friendliest. [*]Perhaps there's something you, personally, feel that needs to be done? [/list] [/hider] [@Cu Chulainn] [hr] “Ah? Tch, I don’t need help.” Raelzeth clicked her tongue. “Why would I wanna do work when I'm avoiding it?” She’d stop near Gideon, frowning and seeming to look over the Raam quickly. “Which is why I’m bothering you! If I’m with you, it looks like I’m doing something important so no one bugs me about work.” She seemed awfully proud of this plan, scooting a bit closer to Gideon with a smug, cheeky grin as though this was the perfect way to get out of work. “Sooo, I’ma hang out with you, smart guy. I could tell ya some stuff about Naraheim if ya let me.” Whatever this little gremlin was up to she didn’t seem deterred by the fact Gideon had stopped just outside of Asvar’s smithy. If anything, she seemed a little more bold now. Didn’t he hear people talking about how she liked to pilfer things from people's pockets if given the opportunity? Whatever the case, didn’t seem like she was going to take no for an answer. [hider=Current Happenings] [i]The moon goddess punches an oddly shaped square tree that produces an oddly shaped square block of wood which she then somehow turns into a wooden pickaxe.[/i] Current location: Dawn Time: Morning [hr] Potential Events: [list] [*]Asvar has mentioned a lack of Ore and that he might know where more are. Apparently Raelzeth is having trouble locating it with her stone-singing. [*]The fish problem remains as of yet solved. [*]Apparently Mie was attacked by the Yaga and Krysa and is held up somewhere in the Northern Snowfields. [*]Enli mentioned not having enough coins or goods to barter with the merchant Mie, if she comes. Perhaps he himself have some ideas on this. [*]The Crypts are off limits. Did something happen? [*]There could be a way to start diversifying Dawn’s food options aside from its usual fish, berry, and forest animal diet. [*]Perhaps there's something you, personally, feel that needs to be done? [/list] [/hider] [hr] [@Guy0fV4lor] [hr] Finn’s boot met the zombie’s forehead, an audible crunch as its skull would be visibly caved in slightly form the impact. It fell backwards, its uncoordinated movements sending it onto the ground from the impact though it would not stay down for long. The other two shuffled closer, unconcerned about the knife the young man was swinging wildly around. The closest lunged towards him, a long, fleshy rotten arm reaching for his neck. His knife would find itself getting stuck in the creatures flesh just as the second undead would make a lunge for his thankfully armored sides, but he was going to get weighed down at this rate. “Ah-ah, uhm, oh dear uhm.” Achel, meanwhile, behind Finnegan had move a bit further away, and Finnegan could hear her shuffling through some items. Metal clanking against metal, something being dragged across the floor. “Ugh-heavy! Here! Its not supposed to be used as a weapon but it should help!” Finnegan would thankfully find what seemed to be the head of a black colored flail of some sort slam itself into the head of the undead tackling him from the side before it could get a good hold on him. Intricately carved with imagery relating to the Death Goddess. Rose thorns engraved into the hilt with a flower opening to show a set of scales along the blade. The ‘Flail’ portion of the weapon seemed to in fact be some sort of hollow bell shaped object. …it was in fact no flail at all, but seemed to just be a large candle snuffer of some sort. “Use it! O-or not. Er, whatever you wanna. I can handle it, probably, I’m a clever little spider, hehe!” [hider=Current Happenings] [i]The gears tick away, the moon goddess holds a small broken one in her hands before dropping it into the ocean below her. Seems she’s rather grumpy about something.[/i] Current location: Dawn Time: Morning [hr] Potential Events: [list] [*] Where the heck are you? [*] This isn’t Aventhrone. [*] Oh dear that’s a zombie going for your neck [/list] [/hider]