13org

The Five Senses

Karina Frost

Karina wasn't expecting something like that to happen, but perhaps she should? Seeing as the man that was eating was obviously drinking some strong alcoholic beverage... Since she had nothing to do with the situation, she simply kept quietly watching the situation unfolding as the drunk man stumbled into the other three man that were playing a game of the senses, spilling one of their drinks.

Instead of apologizing himself, he appeared to want only to further provoke them, going as far as stealing another one's drink and spitting it into their faces. Karina would have done something to stop such unsightly, uncouth and rude behavior, but if she did, she could risk her disguise...

"Ignore it... Karina thought to herself, tightening her grasp around the cup of water, trying to calm herself down, but that would prove to be a bit difficult as things would only get worse, which would happen much sooner than she thought it would after the first punch was thrown, hitting the drunk man right in his face, sending him backwards against a wall.

Karina didn't seem to be the only one annoyed at the situation, as the innkeeper expressed his dissatisfaction with having a brawl happen inside his inn, but it didn't seem to even faze the aggressors as one of them grabbed a knife. Strangely enough, upon seeing it, the drunk man didn't try to run or even defend himself but on the contraire, instead, he simply smiled and closed his eyes. What was that man thinking? It was almost like if he had purposely provoked those men and was literally trying to get himself hurt or killed.

Luckily for the drunk man, another strange low life entered the inn hurriedly. The rough looking man with a hostile stare seemed to be running for a while and didn't hesitate in trying to stop the brawl, much to the Innkeeper's happiness. Karina didn't know if the strange man knew the drunk one, but surely he was ready to fight against all of them if it was necessary.

Their lack of discipline and decorum made Karina sigh heavily. Something like that would never happen in the military. At least not if she was on duty. Such behavior would be dealt with swiftly... She secretly hoped that the tall and broad man wearing armor would deal with that. He did seem to be someone from the military. The way he walked, his stern look... Somehow he made her remember her father...

Much to Karina's surprise, the one that would start a fight wasn't the low life with a hostile stare, but the tall, armored man... She watched silently as the man approached the others, accusing the three other man from being from a foreign nation. Apparently, he knew very well who they were. He did seem to be defending the drunk man, but at least for Karina, he was the one who started all that by provoking them, so he was at least partially responsible for all that.

"I know who you are, you're one of the kings lapdogs; the mighty Royal Guard" Karina heard one of them saying to the tall, armored man. That surely changed everything... Him being from the Royal Guard could prove to be very beneficial to her. He probably knew more about the current situation and even about all those rumors more than anyone else on that inn. But the three troublemakers didn't seem to be afraid of him...

Everything happened in the blink of an eye as the one with the dagger lunged at the Guardsman, only to see his attack evaded effortlessly by the man. His movements were precise and swift, he knew exactly what he was doing when he quickly disarmed with a series of blows, ending on the floor dirty with splatters of blood and a troublemaker without half of his ear.

Everything ended as quickly and suddenly as it began, leaving behind only the blood on the ground and a lamenting Innkeeper.
Just like she had previously thought, all that thing about being drunk was just an act as the man approached the rough looking one advising him to slow down on his beer... Quite an ironic thing for him, who was drinking so eagerly from the liquid inside the little flask, to say...

As the situation seemed to get a bit better, Karina heard a delicate, female voice. With all that happening, she didn't see her, but just after one of the other clients offered her some food, she saw the owner of such voice: It was a small fairy, that was flying around the 'drunk' man. But before Karina could even do anything, she felt the piece of food the fairy was playing with hit her in her face.
Karina didn't seem to be the only one affected by the fairy's antics, as the armored hunter nearby her was also hit by the contents of the small cup the fairy had on her hands a second ago.

Karina was tolerating all that, trying her best to not do anything, but the second the rough looking man grabbed the little fairy, trying to help her drink and the drunk man shaped a dagger with heat pointing to his gut, Karina finally lost her patience... Was wanting to find a calm and tranquil place to gather information too much?

Karina started emanating an incredibly cold air from her as she abruptly stood up, with her hands on the counter and her eyes closed, clearly trying to hold back her anger. The weight of the rapier, wrapped on her back did seem to be a bit heaver on that moment, almost as if it was asking her to use it to ensure everyone there would act in a civilized manner but as the drunk man apologized to her and the hunter, she realized what she was doing, as both her breath and the air around her were already visible due to how cold they were.

"If you want to throw your life away this badly, the war is happening just a few kilometers away..." Karina said, wiping her face with the handkerchief the drunk man had thrown to her, handing it to him shortly after with a cold stare, both figuratively and literally.

"There is no need to pay for my room. I will just ask you to not use tempraisionism carelessly like that." Karina said, sighing deeply as she calmed herself down, the air coming out of her mouth just barely visible as the air temperature started to go back to normal.

Drinking the rest of the water in one long gulp, she looked at the Innkeeper again, with the same smile she had on her face when she arrived. The transition from the cold and frightening stare to the warm and calming smile on her face was almost like she was an entirely different person.

"I'm sorry, I just lost my composure for a second." She said, mostly to the Innkeeper, but to some of the others who had nothing to do with the situation as well.

"It's been a long trip and I don't know almost anything about this region... And with all those weird rumors that I've been hearing, it's even more difficult to discern what is truth from what is merely well fabricated lie." Karina said, sitting down again.

@Pezz570

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

Bast Ragoczy

"Hm... You have a point..." Bast replied to Talia, Haley and Neil, tapping his fingers on the top of his cane with a thoughtful expression.

"Well... Whatever it may be your decision, I'm looking forward to the consequences it will bring. All this situation looks so... entertaining..." Bast said with a mysterious smile as he left for the night.

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The night was tranquil, and the next day would prove to be anything but bland and boring.
When he woke up, the first things he saw was the blonde girl from yesterday, practicing her martial arts in a serie of calculated and precise movements and Neil in his usual morning task, pinning the new requests on the board.

"Impressive, Miss Yang. You certainly is more than just a pretty face." Bast said, clapping as she finished her practice and went to talk with Neil.

If it wasn't for her, Bast would have missed it, but just like she said, Neil had a... different expression on his face. Sadness perhaps?

"I have to agree with Yang here... Young man, certainly there is something bothering you." Bartholomew said, looking to Neil curiously.

But before Neil could answer or Bast himself could say anything more, they were interrupted by the new arrivals. An... interesting hobgoblin, who was too eager to show his abilities of crushing rocks barehanded, an adorable, but a bit arrogant mothwoman, covering her nose obviously annoyed by the hobgoblin's presence and a lizard woman with a large pack on her back... Maybe she was a blacksmith or something?

"It's always amusing to see new faces. I never get tired of watching the many different types of people that walk through this door." Bast said, with a smile on his face.

"Hope you had a good night of sleep, Bartholomew, my friend." Bart said, tipping his hat to Bart in a discreet greeting.

"I'm sure that most here already know me, but to those who don't, I feel like it would be rude to not introduce myself properly. My name is Bast, Bast Ragoczy. It's a pleasure to meet so many interesting new faces." Bast said, with an overly formal bow.

When he raised his head, he saw that Eilidh coming from her quarters.
"Eilidh, my dear! Beautiful as always... I hope you had a good night of sleep." Bast said, with a chuckle.

Walking towards the request board, Bast gave a quick look at the new requests.
"Hm... I..." Bast started to say, but was interrupted when he felt a pulse of a very, very familiar magical energy. His own magic energy. It was the card he had given to Araghast... It was finally activated.

At first, he was surprised when he felt that, but slowly, a roguish and mischievous smirk crept up on his face as he tapped his fingers on top of his cane.

"Eilidh, my dear. I'm sorry but I have a rather... interesting meeting to attend to. I'm afraid I won't be able to take you this time, but I'm will be back soon, I promise." Bast said to her, turning to Bartholomew shortly after.

"Bartholomew, my friend. I'm afraid I won't be able to accept a request today. This time I have a request of my own to attend. But don't worry, I'll be going as myself, and not as a member of the guild." Bast said, with the same smirk on his face.

Whatever it may be that happened was certainly important. That was not Bast's usual mischievous smile. It was hard to decipher which emotions that smirk hided, but it was certainly incredibly suspicious and uncomfortable.

"I was starting to think he would never figure it out... I wonder who helped him..." Bast thought to himself.

"...Interesting" Bast muttered to himself, walking away as cards appeared and started spinning around him until he was no long visible inside the whirlwind of cards, stopping spinning just a second after as they flew away on the wind, in a cloud of cards.
In the blink of an eye, just like that, Bast was no longer there. Unlike the carpet of cards he sometimes used to move himself, this time he did something entirely different. He appeared to be in a hurry.

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Freyr

"Good morning, Neil, Yang, Bast..." Freyr said in a serious greeting, almost devoid of emotions.

That morning, Freyr was certainly looking a bit better than the day before, but there was still something different on him. He was still a bit troubled by all that situation from the day before. Not even the new arrivals were able to make him feel better. Even though he greeted them, he seemed to be still lost on his thoughts when he spoke to them.

"I'm Freyr. I look forward in working with you all." Freyr said to the Mothwoman, the Lizardwoman and the Hobgoblin.

Just after finishing it, he stood up to read the requests on the board. Of all the requests on that day, maybe the 'Strange Tale' one would be the best for him. Being in a forest always helped him to think clearer and relax.

"I think I'll take the 'Strange Tale' one. It will be good to be in a forest again, to help my to think a bit clearer." Freyr said, looking to Bartholomew and the others.

"Anyone who might want to come with me is more than welcome. Albeit I may be a bit more silent today than the usual." he said, with a neutral expression on his face.

@PaulHaynek

No Turning Back - Surving the Abyss

@The Valkyrie

Maeve would have no problems in being together with Rois. In fact she even thinks its a bit better. Audrey needs to socialize after all lol
But if Rois has things to do then that's ok as well XD

@Sep

Someone may also want to call Maeve and remind her that she also needs to go to the trainings

The Five Senses

@Pezz570

Same here, I'm very tired. Will have something done tomorrow :-)

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

Lila Moriarty

Theme music

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• Age: 19
• Gender: Female
• Height: 5'0
• Weight: She doesn't care about these things as long as her body is still in its best shape for combat.
• Sex Preference: Hetero
• Blood 100% Nayu
• Group Currently married to Anui Lock Mythue. Lila serves only him.
• Birthplace Technically, she was born on Nero, but she was raised on Aion territory, by the Seraphim since she was naught but a baby.

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Appearance and Apparel:

Deep red hair, eyes with a completely black sclera and red pupils, skin with a light silver coloration, almost white.
Her small, slender and delicate body often make others think that she is younger than she actually is. But behind it, she hides a surprising force, especially when wielding her scythe. After meeting Anui and becoming a Nayu Royal, she doesn't wear the seraphim symbol on her clothes anymore nor the dresses she used to wear, often wearing more noble dresses that would fit her position or the armor she received from Anui to fight by his side. She still uses her scythe though, being a weapon she is fairly proficient with. After meeting Anui, her body started to become more feminine and curvaceous, this difference being further accentuated by the fact that she started to wear dresses instead of combat clothes.

Personality:

Before meeting Anui, Lila was a very reserved, lonely and sad girl. After she fell in love with him, Lila stopped suppressing her own emotions and began learning how to deal and live with them. She started to speak more freely and show her emotions. Especially when around Anui. After he told her that he plans to make her his Queen, she is starting to become more than just a shadow and speak only when necessary.

Willing to go to great distances to protect Anui and her happiness by his side, she shows no mercy for those who stand between her and her beloved. Due to her past as an assassin, she still has no qualms about killing or eliminating those she sees as a threat. She came to be a bit more compassionate and further reject needless bloodshed though.

Backstory:

"The Nayu, a race of vile creatures, parasites that live by sucking blood of other races. Barbaric creatures that wish only death to the Seraphim and their allies. To destroy those vile creatures is our solemn duty, as we swore upon our angelic blood." Those are the words proffered by the seraphim and their allies. But we cant know the truth before hearing both sides, can we? I believe you already know a lot about the Seraphim and their allies. Angels, good guys, clean the world from evil, etc. etc. So lets talk a little bit about the Nayu. Not about their military force, but lets talk about their cultural side.

The Moriarty family. Wealthy and famous for their beautiful poems, songs and due to their unique, silver, almost white skin, something extremely unusual for the Nayu. Differently from other Nayus, the Moriarty family sold their poems, songs and the words they created to other races in exchange for currency and blood, to keep them alive. Even the Moriarty being openly pacifist, repudiating violence and staying away from politics, not everyone was comfortable in giving their blood as payment, but nonetheless, there were those who didn't cared about that, and were regular customers. Some of the Nayu never understood the Moriarty family's style of life. Why they choose to trade with other races, even being "friends" with them. But no one could deny that they were very helpful for the Nayu. Providing "clean" blood for any of those who didn't wanted to hunt and hurt others or even for the elderly and weak. There were also some Nayus who shared their ideals. Those who did so, quickly formed a community near the Moriarty's mansion. After all, not all the Nayus are blood starved beasts. Some just want to live their lives peacefully, like any other.

I think that you know where this is going right? Politics, media, manipulation of information... "History is made by the winners."
Now lets look at the day when everything went wrong. We're finally meeting Lila, our protagonist. On that day, Lila was born, and on the same day, she had her life and future stolen away from her.

The Moriarty family had invited all their friends from the small community that formed around their home to a big party. It was a happy day, the day that their only daughter, Lila, was born. Looking at that party, no one could say that the ones having fun and celebrating were the bloodthirsty and violent beasts that the Seraphim said that the Nayu were. They were all dancing to the beautiful music, telling jokes, congratulating the family for their newborn... The only thing different from the normal is that blood was being served together with wine. What they didn't knew was that a unit comprised of Seraphim, Aion and Taxis factions were marching on that direction.

Nobody was prepared to that, and when the Seraphim came, the chaos begun. No questions asked, no words said, they came and started to simply slaughter every Nayu they saw. Not even the old or women escaped. At the end of that massacre, only one Nayu was still alive. Ms. Moriarty, who tried to hide herself from them to protect the baby. She had the same fate as the others, slain without even a drop of compassion, without even a word. From her dead arms, a small baby, covered by a fine cotton blanked started to cry. When the Seraphim looked at her, it was a beautiful female Nayu baby, with a silver skin as white as the moon and blood red hair. I thought they would kill her, but for some reason unknown to me, they wrapped the baby on the cotton blanket again, who had the baby's name sewed on it "Lila" and took her away with them, letting a pile of innocent bodies behind. I couldn't do anything, only watch as they took her away. My old body was wounded and I had no strength left to even walk. It might have been a coward or selfish act, but the only thing I could do as an old Nayu was hide between the corpses.

Now that you know what happened, you should decide who are the bloodthirsty savages on this story. Believe-me, I may be old, but I'm not a liar. Its not because I'm a Nayu that I would try to lie about such serious things.
Even now, its hard for me to speak about that day, but I think that is the least I can do to redeem myself from my cowardice. I had never told what happened on that day to anyone, I should at least write it down before I die. I hope that the small Lila can forgive this old and foolish man.

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A few years later

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A lone girl travels the land, alone save for her big scythe, that she carries along whenever she goes. Some call her the angel's hunting dog, others say she is the one who brings punishment for those who offend the angels. But whenever she goes, her figure is associated with bad omens and misfortune, especially due to the sad and sorrowful aura she has.
Not much is known about her, as she only opens her mouth to talk with others when its absolutely necessary. Her Nayu heritage is obvious, but no one knows why she carries the holy symbol of the angels on her neck. Rumors say that if you are an follower of the angels and wear their holy symbol, she may approach you and ask politely for some blood with a beautiful, almost angelical voice. There are also rumors who say that she is a Nayu assassin following the orders of the Seraphim, hunting down their enemies with her scythe. But even with those rumors going on about her, the mysterious traveling girl continues to be an enigma, as very few are the ones who aren't superstitious and approach the little girl.

Exp:

Trained by the Seraphim using methods combining both the Seraphim and Nayu combat styles. Specialist in hunting and assassinating/eliminating her marks. Wields her scythe and her gauntlets with dexterity and agility, often surprising her opponents with the force behind her attacks due to her apparent fragile and delicate looks.
Her slender, flexible and agile body makes her a hard target to hit, and a mighty hunter, being almost impossible to run away from her if she is chasing you. Excellent at tracking her marks and obtaining information when needed by using her natural stealthiness.

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Update:

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After the events on Sunfire, where she fought to protect the city against the invasion of a strange cult and someone who called himself a god of death, she encountered a baby dragon, who became her pet ever since. After that, a serie of events culminated in Lila going to Nero.
The land where she was born, where the Nayu lived, secluded from the rest of the world. There, she would meet Anui in the Blood Banquet she was sent to. Their meeting, although fortunate, was something that would change her life forever, be it for the better or for the worse. Deeply in love with Anui, for both of them, it was love on first sight. Unknown to Lila, Anui was in fact a Nayu royal, with the rare ability of being able to give other Nayus with the ability to see. After bestowing Lila with such gift, she became even more in love with him, but unfortunately, Mirror, the archangel who created Lila and who she was currently serving, had other plans for her...

A Rose Dance, how Lila met Anui

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Royals continued to enjoy their time around Lila. Even as she sat alone in silence. However as a new song began to play many found a partner and slow danced with each other. A hand slid across Lila's table and soon was followed by a gentle voice whose smile could be heard through his grin. A Nero royal man lowered himself before Lila. His clean smell was covered with a rare cologne few could afford.

“Excuse me. I can't help but notice your beauty within this crowd. You remind me of a rose growing within the dark. A rare sight indeed. Would you be kind enough to have me for a dance?" His voice was confident and smooth like any other royal but it had an air of youthfulness near Lila's age perhaps. His hand lowered to near Lila's. “"I will guide you all the way."

Lila didn't know how to react to that. She didn't know how to dance, and nobody never approached her like that. Why her? There were a lot of other royal women on the banquet who were much more accustomed with the royalty, who knew how to use their charm... Lila was nothing like them. She knew how to kill and assassinate, but not how to dance and please... She didn't have the other female royals' charms, their carefully chosen words...

"Amongst all the roses in this garden, why choose the least fragrant one?" she asked, hesitantly turning towards the royal.

"Why choose the only rose that has more thorns than petals? A rose that was created not to love and be loved, to please and be pleased, but only to hurt others with its thorns and then die...?" she asked. slowly getting up.

Lila was indeed curious about that royal... There were many other women there. All of them much more charming than her. What could have that man possibly seen in her that caught his attention?

"I've... never danced before. I... don't know what to do... I've never seen anyone dancing before, or even tried to dance myself..." She said, standing besides the royal, looking down awkwardly and grabbing her dress with the other hand, unsure on how to move and act.
Without her scythe and her weapons, she felt... strange. Almost like she wasn't herself.

"I'm... sorry. I know I shouldn't be here... I'm not as graceful as the other nobles, nor well dressed or wealthy... If you wish to search another pair..." She said, still unsure on what to do. The man's fragrance was so different from hers... He smelled like something precious, like something... beautiful. A smell that was so different from the one Lila was used to... So different from the smell of death...
Why was that man interested on her? She was already so uncomfortable with all that situation... Having that royal nearby her only made her even more uncomfortable.

"But if you aren't really mistaken... If you really wish to take this black rose, full of thorns and cold, stiff petals to dance..." She said, hesitantly allowing him to take her hand.

“Your petals appear ample enough for me.” His voice said in a whisper that could not avoid her ears. It was however not rushed and smoothly escaped his well tuned vocals. “I have a feeling you’ll be a great partner.” He took her hand in his and grasped it gently. He gave her light feet as they walked together with him in the lead. The crowd parted around them. His passage was met with words of awe at whom their fresh gazes met. Through the dim elegant lights the piercing glow of this Nayu royals eyes brimmed with icy stoic self-assurance.

Anui
a cousin of the King. He was young but well known for his demeanor in social gatherings, and his heritage. Part of his heritage are those eyes of his that are said to be the source of a rare ability. Who he passed his genetics onto was important for he was at the age to court another. His rare trait was only shared within the Mythue bloodline. So many were invested in his choices.

“I apologize for my rudeness. My name is Anui Mythue.” He paused with her first to speak. Having taken her other hand in a faux move of dancing. Though the music was gently paced and matched their desire to take it slow. “Your beauty is beyond any rose I've held... and I’ve nurtured the best..” He said with a hint of laughter. All whilst attuning himself to her by rocking left and right gently in unison. It was meant to be a simple display to warm her into it. He did not know why but he felt she was akin to a rose in need of gentle handling.

As the Nayu male got closer to her Lila could hear his smooth whispers, feel his gentle grasp, the way he touched her hands and led her through the hall... She could feel the crowd opening as they passed and hear their words of awe. All that atmosphere was certainly something that Lila had never seen or felt before. To someone like her, to be handled so gently was an entirely new experience... But Lila wasn't that naive... Even she knew better than believe in fairy tales. She knew what she was, the ones that trained and raised her were very clear regarding that... Even though... Lila was still a 19 years old girl... Inside her mind, a war between logic, hormones and feelings raged...

"I-I'm Lila... Lila Moriarty." Lila said after he introduced himself, stuttering out of nervousness, and regretting doing so immediately later. She didn't want to show any weakness to Anui. All that fairy tale situation was still suspicious to her.

His sweet, honeyed tongue was still making it even harder for Lila to think straight. Nobody had never shown interest or desire on her before. Her logical side was the only thing preventing her from melting on his hands. He was a stranger. She didn't know him. And as far as Lila was concerned, any stranger was a potential threat.

"This rose is unlike any other rose you might have... nurtured." Lila replied to him, letting her emotions flood her mind for a second, with a hint of dissatisfaction to that commentary.

"There are many other roses in this garden with softer petals, which would promptly let you handle them without resistance. But the one you chose... is the one with the most thorns... Your choice intrigues me, Anui." Lila said, looking right into his eyes as they danced. That was the first time she had looked right into his eyes, even being blind. Anui would feel that he just felt one of the thorns Lila mentioned about. Her blind eyes were fixed on his, almost like if she was trying to read his mind.

All those reactions, all those feelings... Lila herself didn't even know why she was speaking and thinking such things... Why was she dissatisfied with his commentary? Why has she shown such hostility after what he said? Her head was such a mess that she couldn’t think straight anymore. Trying to repress those wild feelings, Lila started to concentrate on the dance.

"I... I'm trying my hardest... I never danced before." Lila said, as she silently tried to put her thoughts in order and match Anui's gentle and careful movements. Even though he was handling her with utmost care, Lila was still very uncertain about all that, including her own nature, appearance, her place in the world and in the Nayu court... And it wasn't that hard for Anui to realize all that.

As Lila started to become a bit more comfortable with Anui's movements, she began to follow his steps with relative ease. As she did so though... Anui would realize something different on Lila... She wasn't 'soft' as the other noblewomen... Her body, although beautiful, resembled that of a predator. Her sweet looks and smooth white skin hid a carefully trained body. Not only her muscles, but her joints, the way she moved... Even as she danced, her movements had an martial feel to them, they weren't as soft and graceful as the other ladies.

While dancing with her, Anui would start to realize the type of rose he had chosen... Every step, every word needed to be said very carefully, for to be able to touch that rose and feel its fragrance was a dangerous and hard thing to do.

Anui’s face was ever vigilant in its stone cold structure. But it did wane a bit to the side to Lila’s formidable presence. Despite how shy and timid she appeared. His eyes ventured to meet hers. As they did he looked with only understanding. Their dance had only just begun and their rhythms were already dynamic. But only hands touched.

It was the rise of the tempo. Much like the musicians were watching from afar the music matched Anui and Lila’s desired balance. His right arm ventured beneath her left and a hand was gently placed flat in the midst of her upper back. This brought their chests closer together. The warmth from their faces and the fragrance was ever more present. “I can tell you’re no ordinary rose. You’ve been grown for much more than beauty.” He said this while staring into her naked eyes. His soft attire against hers let their honed forms touch through fabric. Never has two warriors, potential enemies, danced and touched one another's hardened form.

“Yet this is why I want to know who you really are.” He gently caught her phenomenal balance off guard. A testament to his skills as a warrior, Lila was given no warning. She fell in his arms briefly, entirely under his control and was brought back up in what felt like two motions. He looked briefly pleased at her expression.

Lila was still concentrated on the dance as their bodies moved along with the music's rhythm. Even though she didn't want to think too much about it, she wasn't able to ignore it... She could feel his firm hand, his experienced steps leading the dance. Every time Lila felt a bit more comfortable to match his steps, he went a bit further, a bit faster... He seemed to be so close, but the second Lila was almost matching him, he gently and gracefully raised the difficulty and speed.

Normally, Lila would never get caught off guard like that, but she was so lost on that dance, on his breath as he danced together with her, the way he led her carefully, but always inspiring her to continue... The second his hand touched her back, Anui could feel Lila's strong, but petite back arching back as she held her breath, surprised.

As Anui spoke, Lila's face got redder, and she wasn't able to hide that no matter how much she tried. She could feel his body on hers, his muscles, his firm arms enveloping her, his hair's delicate fragrance, the warmth coming from his body, his face only inches away from her...

Lila tried to resist as much as she could, but she was held hostage of that moment. The swirl of feelings, thoughts and smells were too much for her to handle. She was an assassin, a warrior, a predator, a tool, but she was still an inexperienced girl regarding love...

His words... Did he really meant that? Was he really interested on her by what she was? All those questions, all that was simply too much for Lila to take... As Anui got her on his arms, her body didn't even reacted. Even her fighting reflexes refused to work. That moment that she laid on his arms, she was completely vulnerable both as a girl and a warrior. Her eyes when she looked towards Anui weren't those that pierced him earlier...

"Ah..." Lila sighed, letting out an unexpectedly cute sound out of her mouth. Anui could feel her anxious breathing under her dress... Above everything else, Anui could see something that nobody had never seen before...

On Lila's eyes when she looked at him, he saw not a warrior or an assassin, but a girl. He had a glimpse of Lila's true feelings. How helpless, sad and alone she felt, how much she earned for such embrace, how long she waited for someone who held her like that...

As Anui brought her back up, their eyes met. Lila caught herself unable to look away for a few seconds...
She tried to open her mouth, but nothing came out of it. Lila didn't know what to do, she had never felt those things before...

Confused, Lila dashed through the hall as fast as she could, going to the place where she could feel the cold breeze coming from, the balcony, right next to the musicians…

In dramatic fashion she was fleeing, doing so swiftly enough to leave the boy speechless for a moment. He felt their alignments. A vibrancy in the way she gazed at him. Like a beast evading its predator she scurried off out of his embrace. Many who spectated began to wonder. But soon after he assuredly walked after her.

The air from the balcony waved a few of his black feathers decorating his overcoat into the air. He grasped one and soon after approaching her from behind he held it between his fingers. He remained a few meters away. Though his demeanor did not change from his broad stance he kept an air of caution even as he spoke. Even if he knew how she truly felt.

“... May I apologize. I think I’ve overstepped my boundaries with one so fair. A Mythue has always respected a relative to the Moriarty.” He bowed slowly in apology. “On my blood I swear to never discomfort you again.”

She thought the cold breeze would do good to her, but in reality it wasn't helping at all... Her body was still as hot as it was before, her cheeks were red as the roses on the garden below and her mind was still as confused as it was before... She felt someone approaching her from behind, but she already knew who it was. The fragrance, the way he walked... Everything about him was so imprinted on her memory...

Instead of doing anything else, even approaching her, or trying to take advantage of how vulnerable Lila was at that moment, instead Anui bowed down, apologizing himself... Why was he so gentle with her? Why did he choose her? Why was she so self conscious about herself at that moment? Her heart was beating so fast...
At that moment, Lila decided that fighting against her impulses would be the worst thing at that moment. Walking fast towards Anui, she grabbed his hands, putting it over her chest.

She didn't say a word, instead, Lila only stared intently at Anui, almost like if she was searching for some answer on that blank, expressionless face she saw as her heartbeat went up with his touch. It was exactly the same blank face as all the others in Lila's eyes, but why she felt that way only with him?

"I... Don't understand... Anything..." Lila said, looking down. In her voice, there was no trickery, no lie, no deceit, only honesty. She tried to open her mouth again, but no words came out of it. She didn't know how even to describe all that...

"All that I know is how to kill and hunt... I am nothing but a tool, a weapon... And yet... why am I feeling like this? Am I broken?" She said in a low tone, almost like if she was speaking to herself.

"Let me... at least see your face... Just this once..." Lila said in a low tone.

"I can't stand looking at another blank, expressionless face anymore..." she continued, looking to him.

Anui was gentle but stiff. Her hand taking his was a soft gesture of trust he did not fear, despite his lack of experience. This indeed felt like something more than the desire to have a fun night. Anui has seen many banquets, even as a child he has had his sight. He looked down at Lila as his hand merely remained planted over her beating heart. Her vitality was in his hand.

“Being a prey or predator isn’t a choice. We do what we must to survive, even as we dress ourselves as civilized beings. It is a shame you’ve yet been blessed with sight.” He brought his other hand over to caress her shoulder and smooth over to her thin soft neck. “I can show you everything the light hides. I can reveal it to you. All you have to do.. Is trust.”

Their eyes met in a almost hypnotic gaze within the balcony. The veils danced with the music briefly covering the two in shadow in intervals of seconds. The young mans eyes began to faintly glow when met with the concentrated sunlight from the massive cavern above the capital. A single red tear ran from his eyes to his cheeks. He closed his eyes and Lila.. could see.

She was vulnerable in front of that man and even being in such state, Anui never did anything. Never anyone embraced her like he did, never anyone made her feel like that, and above everything else, he came for her. When she ran, he went after her... Normally, Lila would trust no one. Never she would have let someone see her like that and live. But when he asked her to trust him, there wasn't other option but to silently nod and trust him. Even though they met each other in that same night, she could tell... Somehow she could tell that he wouldn't do anything to hurt her.

After a few moments, Lila's life would change forever.
Everything until now was like a dark, silent dream, and Lila had just woke up.
Colors, so many colors, so many details... Everything was so... real. And in front of her, a young Nayu male stood with his eyes closed. His long hair, with the same fragrance as Anui. The way he walked and even his breath were the same. But unlike before, Lila could now see...
She could see his beautiful, yet delicate face. His hair as black as the night... Words failed to describe the man in front of her.

Without saying a single word, Lila gently reached to his face, wiping the red tear that stained his beautiful face.
Slowly and carefully, she ran her fingers through his face, feeling every corner of it. From his thin, beautiful lips to his delicate nose and ears...
He was taller than she was. Lila already knew that, but now she could see it for herself. She almost had to look up.

Gently putting her hand on his cheek, she looked to him with the most honest, genuine smile on her face as tears ran down her face.
She wanted to feel that again. She wanted to be embraced, she wanted to feel his strong arms enveloping her once more. She wanted to stop being a ruthless assassin, she wanted to stop being the predator. Even if for one night only… She wanted to be just a girl.

Pet:

Virais

A young, hyperactive and happy dragon. Quite curious and with with some problems in being quiet for too long.

Motivation:

Previously, Lila had absolutely no motivation, living her life only as a tool, a weapon. But now that she met Anui, she simply wants to stay with her loved one.

Possessions:

• Crescent Blade

  A steel hilt and a blade ten times more durable and sharp enough to slice through bone and flesh like butter. Enchanted to drain the blood it comes into contact with to be converted into essence to feed the soul of the user by +5 for every 5ml of blood. Can turn invisible when the user spends 10 of their soul and has a divine dark affinity. This lasts for 120 seconds.
  With her old scythe being a symbol of the time where she was still only a weapon, she now wields a new weapon, given to her by Anui.
  
  
• Shadow Maiden Armor

  If the user has a dark divine affinity they can resist divine and chaotic spells four times before the armors special protection has run out. It can be replenished by spending 20 soul. Medium to low tier spells are reduced the most. High tier spells become medium tier upon contact. Does not resist spells that do not affect the wearer of the armor directly.
  
  Given to her by Anui and the King of Nero before she set out on her mission on the Basilisk territory.
  

Abilities/Powers:

• Dexterity: Her training gave her an agile, fast and flexible body, capable of chasing her mark even performing acrobatics if needed.
• Hunter's Senses: Heightened senses allow her to track her mark easily, especially if its wounded, as she can smell its blood.
• Inoffensive Aura: Be it for good or bad, she has an inoffensive appearance, being completely unable to intimidate anyone.
• Herbal Medicine: Wide knowledge about medicinal and poisonous herbs, able to make poisons and medicines with the right herbs. Knowledgeable about basic and intermediate medical procedures, being able to seal a wound if needed.
• Blood Traits:
• Shadow Stepping
• Blood Consumption
• Invisibility
• Shadow Manipulation
• Sound Manipulation
• Hemotoxic Venom Fangs
• Poison Resistance
• Night Vision

Spells

• Blood Link: This spell has a passive and active effects, both triggered when she consumes blood from another living, sentient being.
  Passively it lets her know the target's feelings, emotions and memory on the exact moment she took the blood from him and identify his blood heritage.
  When activated, she can temporarily utilize one of the target's blood traits or spells. Available only once per target, and after selected the spell/blood trait to be acquired by the Blood Link, there is a delay of 24h for the target's blood to get out of her body, resetting the ability and allowing her to copy a different spell or ability.
• Eclipse: Creates a bubble around her with the range of 25m that completely suppresses the vision of all inside it and reduces other senses (excluding hers). This bubble moves with her. Those outside cannot see or hear anything that comes from inside this bubble.

Trivia:

- Is jealous and possessive about romantic relationships.
- Loves to eat sweets and meat.
- Constantly asks herself why she keeps following the orders coming from the Seraphim.
- Thinks about the other Nayu and wonders if she had a family.

Sophia, the Guardian of Knowledge

Sophia, the Guardian of Knowledge

"Knowledge corrupts all but those with the purest of intentions. By guarding this knowledge, I protect the world from itself."

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• Age: 250
• Gender: Female
• Height: 11.5m
• Weight: Only 4,8 tons
• Lenght: 58m
• Sex Preference: Hetero
• Blood 100% Dragon
• Group None. Has good relations with some of the Magoi, but that's it.
• Birthplace Nobody knows for certain. Sophia herself also doesn't remember.

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Appearance and Apparel:

As a dragon, her unique physiology makes her very different from other dragons. Her wings, one of the most unique aspects of her physiology, apparently are made of feathers, but upon closer inspection, its clear that they are actually razor sharp scales shaped exactly like feathers. Lightweight and aerodynamic, they are unique amongst the dragons. Some monks and other people use the feathers that rarely fall from her wings to make ceremonial daggers.

In her human form, she has a completely white skin with some black parts and two white horns. The skin coloration is due to the excess of magic energy, that her shapeshifted body is unable to contain, and as a result, her body is overflowing with magic energy, causing the distinct skin coloration.
Her imperfect shapeshift prevents her to shapeshift to any other form outside that one.

"Human" appearance

Personality:

Sophia has an air of royalty to her, formal and very respectful. To those who befriend her, she is very kind and caring, acting almost like a mother would with its children, even using force to protect them if needed. She is very sociable, being rather easy to befriend her. She has an unusual intuition about people, and its very hard to lie to her or trick her. Differently from other dragons, she actually wants to know better others, she doesn't consider herself to be superior, on the contrary, it could be described as... a motherly behavior. She wishes to protect those with pure hearts and thirst for knowledge. That's why she is seen as an ally, almost like a "protector" of scholars and students.

Backstory:

Sophia was born different from other dragons. With an unique physiology and an incredibly different mentality, she always thought that knowledge was power. And dedicated her time to gather knowledge and study. Most dragons have lairs, where they hide their treasures and possessions, but Sofia built a library instead. As the years passed, the library grew, and with it, the knowledge stored inside. Years and years passed, towers that pierced the clouds, tunnels and caves that extended themselves like the roots of a great tree were built by her in one of the coldest and highest mountains in the Gaia territory.
Eventually, wanderers found the library. Sofia believed that the knowledge wasn't meant to be hidden, but instead to be shared to all those who seeks for it. And as such, she gladly opened the great library's door to them. The notices spread fast, and just a few weeks after the first wanderers departed, scholars, mages and all types of scholars began to appear, seeking for the wise dragon and its great knowledge. Sofia welcomed them with open arms, teaching them and helping them to learn about magic and the world.

But knowledge brings power, and those who seek power, often bring chaos with them. With that much knowledge, and power, on their hands, they began prohibiting others to enter in the library, attempting to have all that knowledge only for them, treating all the knowledge as theirs. Sofia saw, brokenhearted as they started to use that knowledge to their own benefit, in their endless and selfish greed. The wise dragon watched with sadness in her heart as the library became the reason for conflicts and battles. Watching all that hate and violence, Sofia became disappointed and displeased with their actions. They were not ready for all that knowledge. It broke her heart, but she knew what it had to be done. She needed to hide and guard that knowledge. To protect them from themselves.
Flying high above the library, the wise dragon showed itself in all her beauty, and with a serious and authoritative voice, said:
"Knowledge corrupts all but those with the purest of intentions. You are not ready to see the light of the knowledge." and with a great roar of sadness and grief, she closed the gates of the great library, isolating it and herself from the world and going on a deep slumber.

Fifty years later, when Sophia woke up, she saw a very peculiar sight outside the library. It was a monastery. An order of monks had built an monastery, to guard dangerous knowledge, following what she had said fifty years ago before sealing the library. From inside it, she could see a little of the temple they built, surrounding the library. The monks there dedicated their lives to learn, study and protect the world from the knowledge they weren't ready to have. But from inside of the library, she could only see that much. Deeply curious about that order of monks, she shapeshifted to her human form, covered herself with a robe and went to see it from up close.
The monks received her, a stranger, with open arms, explaining to her their philosophy, objectives and way of life, even mentioning her name. They saw her as a mentor. The words she said had inspired them.

Inspired by their pure hearts and what they did in only 50 years, Sophia took off the robe and revealed her true self, transforming into a dragon. Like that, the great library's doors were opened once more. Together with the monks, the place became a big monastery, a sanctuary for all the scholars, mages and students with a pure heart and a thirst for knowledge.
The monks and the dragon became more than just mentor and pupils. They became her students, her friends and companions, helping her to defend and expand the great library.
No politics, no war nor conflicts dared to invade that sacred mountain. Only those who were tested and proven to be pure, honest and have a true passion for knowledge were allowed to enter and learn.

Exp:

A lifetime studying and gathering knowledge both magical and non magical. Many of the most dangerous grimoires, texts and scrolls were gathered and studied by Sophia, even the mythical and forbidden Grimorium Verum.
The monks also taught her how to wield a sword, for her to protect herself when she was in her vulnerable, human form.

Motivation:

Sophia is the dragon of knowledge. It's her duty to guard all knowledge and just as she said once: "Knowledge corrupts all but those with the purest of intentions. By guarding this knowledge, I protect the world from itself."

Weapons:

A katana given to her by the monks after they discovered that she was completely vulnerable in her human form.

Abilities/Powers:

• Unique Physiology: Her lightweight scales are slightly weaker than those of other dragons, but they are much lighter. Her slim body coupled with her wings, which are made of razor sharp, feather like scales, allow her to fly faster and higher than other dragons.
• Knowledge: Spending an eternity studying and reading a forbidden grimoire come with certain perks.
• Razor Feathers: One of the few attacks she has other than her breath. Throws sharp feather like scales in a short area using her wings.
• Blood Traits:
• Regeneration
• Fire & frost manipulation
• Metal dense teeth and claws
• Plasma/Absolute Zero breath
• Smell detection
• Binocular vision
• Heat & Cold resistant scales & feathers
• Dragon wings & tail
• Imperfect Shapeshifting (only to her "human" form. She can only stay in her human form for 2 days at maximum before having to spend one whole day as a dragon. Her human form isn't able to contain all her magical power. If she stays in human form for more than two days, it will cause a magic poisoning. She will get terribly sick and weak. Potentially lethal. While on human form, she is just a human. She cannot use any magic spells or her breath, as the magic would be too much for her shapeshifted body to handle, resulting in a lethal case of magic poisoning. The only spell she can use while in human form is Rift.)
• Heat & cold manipulation & conjuration

Spells

• Rift: Tears a temporary hole on reality, opening basically a wormhole. For big distances it requires a lengthy casting time.
• Grimorium Verum - First Seal: Summons the gigantic Grimorium Verum, hovering way above the battlefield. Shackled by arcane chains and sealed by magic, It cannot be opened yet. Its presence on the battlefield absorbs soul essence from living beings. (excluding the grimoire master)
• Grimorium Verum - Second Seal: The arcane chains break, only the magic seals remaining. The Grimoire Verum stops absorbing soul essence, but it absorbs any spell, enchantment or magic in the area. (excluding the ones from the grimoire master).
• Grimorium Verum - Unsealed: The seals break and the Grimorium Verum opens, providing its master with unlimited soul essence and continuing to have the effects of the first and second seal.

Trivia:

- Sophia means "Wisdom" in greek.

The Grimorium Verum

The Grimorium Verum. A mysterious and powerful artifact. With uncertain origins, it existed since immemorial times. Said to contain the truth about all the magic itself, it emanated an incomprehensible power.

But all knowledge and power, comes with a price... An unending fountain of magic, forever overflowing with primal magic. It was only expected that it started to affect life around it. The Descended who came near it either were destroyed by the sheer amount of primal magic penetrating their essence, or were forever changed by it. Those who were able to survive became extremely powerful mages, much more attuned to magic, they had a frightening power. And with power, comes temptation... The power of the grimoire became very well-known across Edafos, and with the war already raging between the Seraphim, the Descended and the Dragons, it was no surprise for them to be interested on it.
Using the Primal Magic emitted by the Grimorium Verum to fuel powerful rituals and spells, the descended found a way to fight against the powerful, tyrannic dragons. The Seraphim used the power of the soul and essence to create mighty weapons capable of piercing the dragon's scales. The Lassa, wielding the crushing power of gravity, made their mighty wings useless. The Nayu, experts in shadow magic, swift and deadly, made their own shadows turn against themselves. The Oro, with their strength and might, used earth and air magic to match the dragons' strength. The Sol, relying in the power of nature and light, used light and plant magic to burn and trap them. The Tyro, hailing from the fiery volcanos, utilized fire magic powerful enough to repel their flames. The Dragons, in return, roared in rage and fear when the Descended united against them.

The first Dragon of Knowledge which swore to never partake on any conflict could only watch, terrified as the knowledge from the Grimorium Verum plunged Edafos into the fires of war.
Breaking its own vow, the dragon god of knowledge knew that it was necessary to intervene, otherwise the consequences would be inimaginable. The Grimorium Verum was too powerful, the world wasnt ready yet to the things that were hidden within its pages. With a small group of renegade mages and dragons, which fled from both of their factions, the dragon god of knowledge entered the war himself.

Maybe things would be different if the Descended or the Dragons were wishing to hear what the God of Knowledge had to say, they could have helped him to seal the grimoire, maybe things could have ended sooner if he had allied himself with one of the sides... But in the end, the God of Knowledge and its few followers jumped inside the war in a suicide mission to seal the grimoire, thus protecting the world from itself.
Fighting against both the Descended and the Dragons, the God of Knowledge and his followers sacrificed themselves, burning their own bodies and souls to seal the Grimoire away, with only a few of them remaining, they reunited themselves, isolating themselves from the war, lamenting for the death of the God of Knowledge. These same survivors would later form the Magoi, together witha rogue unconventional mage.
With the Grimorium Verum now sealed, the God of Knowledge dead and the war still raging, the First Seraphim made its move. Tearing the Dragon God apart, he divided its body, giving them to the Descended which would become the rulers of the lands once ruled by the Dragons. With an unsurmountable power, the First Seraphim ended the war forcefully. Any dragon which dared to defy its will would meet its wrath.

But even with the war ended and the Grimorium Verum sealed, its influence was enough to change the world radically. Its said that even today, the most powerful lineages of mages are descendants of the first group of mages who helped the ancient dragon of knowledge to seal the Grimorie.

But as the time passed, the seals became weaker and weaker. The magic within the Grimorie grew stronger and restless as it struggle against its shackles. But there was only one problem. After so many years, nobody was even close to the power that the ancestor mages and the dragon of knowledge had joined, and thus, breaking the seal completely was impossible.

Its common to the most powerful Grimories to have conscience, and the Grimorium Verum wasn't different. And to a Grimorie, there is only o e thing worse than being destroyed: being forgotten. The Grimorium Verum, which once had an incredible impact on the world, was now only referred on legends and myths.

Fearing being completely forgotten, the Grimorie started struggling against its seals and shackles. As it continued, day after day, year after year, the seals became weaker and weaker, until they became weak enough for the Grimorie to extend its magic a little further. Sending pulses of primal magic to try to get free, it tried to link its existence to another being's, but without success.

The Descended had become too frail and sensitive to magic, their bodies and essences weren't capable of holding not even a tiny amount of primal magic, as it was too brute and rough for them. Not even the western dragons, the living beings which were more attuned to magic were able to hold it.

As it continued to send the pulses of primal magic, the Descended who came in contact with it for a long time slowly became more powerful and resistant to magic, like an ember, rekindled by the Grimorie's influence, but still, it wasn't enough to hold it.

But that wouldn't last for long. One day, the pulses that the Grimorie sended started to resonate with another existence, being absorbed and reflected back to it. That particular existence was a rare one, a hybrid between a western and an eastern dragon.

Although very rare, sometimes when eastern and western dragons have an offspring, it is born with an incredible magic tolerance, md it was exactly that the Grimorium Verum needed.

The small dragon was nothing more than an embryo when the Grimorium Verum merged its existence with it. Being imbued with an endless supply of primal magic, changed the embryo. The Grimorie needed to make its adjustments to be sure that the baby would be able to hold its power, and as such, it shaped the baby to its own needs.

The result was Sophia. With smooth scales, agile, fast and with a unique physiology shaped by primal magic, it was a unique dragon, extremely different from others. Able to conjure long forgotten primal magic, even her breath was changed, instead of cold and fire, her breath resembled those of the primal dragons, the first dragons, as cold as the void, and as hot as the sun itself, beams of plasma and absolute zero breath.

Since it was a child, it was already able to summon the Grimorium Verum. Almost like it was drawn by it, the young dragon submerged itself on the forbidden Grimorie's pages, learning more and more about magic as the time passed. But the Grimorie wasn't a simple existence. In order to protect Sophia, and in return itself, it showed her only a brief part of its power. Even as a child, Sophia's magic was already strong enough to suppress the seals which the ancestor mages and the previous dragon of knowledge casted on it. With time, she would be able to completely break it whenever she wanted, and when that happened, the Grimorie would know that she was ready to unlock its true potential. But until there, it had to wait patiently as its creation grew. The primal magic in her resonating stronger and stronger each year that passed, it knew it was only a matter of time...

The Five Senses

@Pezz570

Lol Karina will be like

"Calm yourself... Calm yourself..." while she cleans her face

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

<3 <3 <3

YAAY!

The Five Senses

@Pezz570

Exactly what I was thinking.

I wrote something. Little bit of writer's block, it could be better, but at least it's something XD

The Five Senses

Karina Frost

Even though the Nation of Touch was in was with the nation of Sight, both Karina and her father, the general, weren't that threatened by it. They were winning the war at a steady pace. The enemy army couldn't compare to the military might the nation of touch had. But even amongst the generals and officers, there was a rather... uncomfortable rumor regarding the Nation of Sight. Rumors of a strange cult that was getting stronger and more influential as the time passes, rumors that even the King of Sight himself was one of the Sightless, serving this cult... Whatever it may be, it wasn't something that could be ignored. After insisting for a good amount of time, it was decided that someone needed to go there to take a... closer look on that matter.

Due to Karina's young and innocent looks, she was the chosen one. Disguised as a courier, she was sent to the Nation of Sight in order to gather information about those rumors. By her own demand, Karina wore clothes that resembled her old military uniform, but without the military decorations. It was close enough to an actual courier uniform so it could easily be dismissed as maybe a courier working for the Army of Sight. Coupled with a small badge she wore on her chest, taken out of the body of an actual military courier working for the Nation of Sight, her disguise was almost impossible to see through if she was cautious enough and even if something went wrong, there was already a small elite unit stationed near Shimmer Town, the town she was currently in, to rescue her.

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"I would like just a glass of water please." Karina said, walking inside an inn called The Dockside View and flashing the badge to the innkeeper, just as she was instructed to do. She had some reasons to go there, but other than gathering information, she was genuinely thirsty, after walking for an entire day.

"Aren't you a bit too young and... Well... I don't want to sound rude but... fragile... to be working as a courier? It's a dangerous job, you know..." the innkeeper said, after finishing talking with a very strange man just near her. Glancing to the side discreetly, Karina eyed the peculiar man, analyzing him.

She didn't know exactly what he was, but she had a faint memory of seeing someone that wore the same style of armor & had a very similar overall apparel. Shaking her head after a brief while, she looked to the innkeeper again.

"It's my first important job... I need to deliver this sword to an officer. They said this sword is worth more than my life." Karina said, laughing as she carefully took out some money from inside the mailbag she was carrying on her shoulder. On her back, a long stick, presumably the sword she was referring to, was carefully wrapped. By the looks of the pommel, which was sticking out of the protective wrapping, it was a rapier, and a very expensive one. Surely it didn't look like something a young, female courier should be carrying by herself.

"Oh, you would be surprised if you knew what I'm capable of." Karina said, with a discreet giggle before putting a few coins on the counter in front of her.

"I hope you know what you're doing... Things are not that tranquil with so many things happening here..." The innkeeper concluded, obviously referring from all the rumors and the war before handing her a cup of ale and taking the money on the counter.

Taking a small sip from the cup on her hands, Karina discreetly took a look around. Other than the strange armored man near her and a very elegant man that had just walked inside the inn with a familiar by his side, supposedly a nobleman or someone important seeing as the way he walked and the clothes he wore, a man that was eating some food and drinking something form inside a flask and a tall man with broad shoulders that apparently was a local, there wasn't anyone else worth noticing. Mostly common folk just eating something, drinking or talking. Maybe she could ask some questions to either the one that was eating or if her suspicions turned out to be true and that flask was filled with a strong alcoholic beverage, to the tall one to gather some information about the town and maybe even some other things like the current political situation that the Nation of Sight was in or even something about the cult and the sightless king rumor.

The Five Senses

@Pezz570

Sorry for the delay, having some troubles to introduce my character (mainly a reason for her being at the nation of sight) but I'm already finishing a post right now.