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✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Reylan

Arrows:17
Renn: 778 >>>> 767

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As Karma stretched out his hand, Reylan shook it without hesitation mustering a warm smile. He had been anxious the entire dungeon run, but years of practice let him conceal it very well "Well I focus on keeping us alive I guess, if I wasn't cool-headed I might give the wrong order." His mind seemed to let go of other distractions when people were in danger. Still, was it right for him to be at the head of the group? Everyone that fought was amazing. Did he really deserve the right to have such responsibility over their lives?

He sat his table with his elbows on the wooden surface and his lips resting on the top of his conjoined hands thinking this, silver eyes staring out at nothingness. The weight of his teeth pressing tighter and tighter as his doubt snowballed. He blinked upon hearing a familiar, normally shy voice call out among the noise grabbing his attention tearing him from thinking any more dangerous thoughts. Suprise was measured by his wide eyes as Aster spoke out in front of everyone and simply listened when he moved around her, his idea of this shy girl seemed to be falling apart completely today.

It started off shaky but it was clear she was putting her heart into this and it showed in the feeling he was getting. He often thought that he would rather do something by his own than bother somebody but now he realized how selfish that was. His mouth was left slightly agape at Aster's personal assessment...fantastic leader? His gaze lowered to the ground simply staring at the marking in the wooden floor, that was the second time his leadership was complimented. A smile broke out against any free will of his own as he raised his head once more. He had never been a leader in anything in the real world, never confident enough to give a try. Yet this could be his chance...his only chance.

Dirk was right. They got this far because they all contributed to the same goal. Not just to survive in this world, but to thrive. He felt the same way as Dirk, everyone that fought in the dungeon he considered his friends and his allies. A flash of determination sparked in his eyes and he rose up from his chair but not before Alisea spoke first. Stunned was not an adequate enough description of Reylan's face, he was at a complete lost for words. Both his hands started to shake almost unnoticeable to most eyes, his chest felt like a two tonne weight was laying on it. Three times the others had validated his leadership to him, he couldn't grasp why this was affecting him so badly.

He took a deep breath so he wouldn't start crying like a loser right now in front of everyone and sound like a emotional fool, bottling up such feelings was something he grown accustomed to yet a sharp eye could see past this. His eyes squeezed tightly for a moment, and when they opened he had strong look in them...along with the glistening liquid of tears that never fell. With his right fist clenched at his side, it was about time this so-called leader finally spoke, forgoing the stereotype of not knowing what to say "I will accept this nomination, as long as everyone else is in agreement." The strength of his composure was being strained today, anything more and he probably couldn't hold it from bursting "We have what it takes to win but that requires all of us." He stated with firm confidence, anxiously awaiting their reply trying to prepare himself if they said no...and if they said yes.

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Here are potential guild names:
- Gate-Crashers
- Vanargand
- Malgoth's Bane
- Dark Light Crusaders
- Heavy Metal Blood Fury
- Blood Furies
- Legion of Misfits
- Magical Fantasy Circus
- Silver Star Bandits
- Front-line Blitzers
- Sky-bound Saints
- Congregation of the Damned
- Talrae Vanguard
- Destined Exodus
- Honorable House Human (Tripe H)
- Funeral Parlor
- God Fist
- Gilded Raptors

PM me with your preferred name from the selection (Discord or on here)

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Reylan

Arrows:17
Renn: 778 >>>> 767

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A Long Day's Work

His arms felt heavy like iron. His legs cried for rest. His mind flooded with incomprehensible thoughts. His heart raced and threatened to explode from his chest. All these hit Reylan like a figurative brick wall as he exited the dungeon leading the party out of it's pathways. He cheered out loud at the large reward that popped up on a message screen, that was a TON of money! And all that exp to boot? Suddenly the physical qualms he had were evaporated into the digital air, this was what a hard-fought victory felt like. It was addicting, he admitted to himself. However, that was not all he received.

His eyes read the message once, twice, and then three times over as they group made their way back. The admin was watching them? He didn't know how to take this new information. The same man who condemned them to die had given him a gift and very valuable ones at that. Was was his angle? Why do this at all? Having the interest of the admin could mean their assured and swift deaths or a potential resource that could help them end this...nightmare? He struggled to call this that. This world was everything he ever wanted from a game. A perfect escape where he could be something greater...something better. People died in the real world every second of every day. Silver eyes glanced around at everyone walking with him, catching Alisea and Aster move out to climb one of those strange things. Things were already starting to feel like normal here, as if this was his everyday for years instead of only a couple days. He could live every last minute of his life in a world like this.

Yet that was a false hope that could never be. It left only one course of action if he ever wanted to experience this life once more. Reylan, if he ever made it out of here alive, would climb the ranks of the development world and craft his own 'Talrae'. He had started taking animation and computer aided design classes at college before coming here, now he knew what he wanted to do with his life. A small laugh escaped his lips as he pulled himself together, why did he always have such grandiose thoughts? The world outside did not matter. Not right now.

Reylan entered after Alisea and Han's greeting served to pick up his mood. Mighty Adventurers? He did like the sound of that. At least nobody was going after Dub right now, he felt like he was going to have to intervene after that last fight. Karma had surprised him with that remark he gave to Dubstep, it was kinda out of nowhere. Hunger had slowly crept up on him since the morning and now it was begging to be silenced, so he found himself a seat. Of course when he sat down he realized it was the same table that only yesterday he met Aura and the others. I'll find you, whether you like it or not he said to himself as one of the 'lasses' came over to him "Ah, I guess..I'll have the roast beef and a water! Oh! And mark me down for three nights here." Of course he would still get nervous talking to new people, that didn't change from becoming the leader. What it right for him to call himself that? He had basically just assumed the role when the dungeon started and rolled with it, he wanted Aura to be their leader from the start. It had to be a one time thing surely. Reylan hated to admit it but being the leader felt natural and he wanted to know everyone wanted him as leader. Before entering town, he told the whole party to send him a message with their current spells and actions so he could give better commands. After that, he declared that they would try the dungeon in a few days when they were higher leveled and were properly prepared.

The Burning of Volstryggr

@LordofthePies

Renal seemed elated to hear Valvius so committed to this, perhaps the draconian captain should have pushed him sooner "Of course, now that you have committed there is no chance I will let you out it now." A toothy grin accompanied a jolly voice, it was the best news that Renal had all day. Just a little happiness in the this time of dark for the old captain "You have no idea how happy this is gonna make her, Valvius." The time was coming soon that Renal would have to depart "I hate to cut this celebration short but I must retu---" His speech was cut off by the entrance of one of your stranger, more expressive customers but this man was a sort of local celebrity on the verge of international fame. The Patron of the Five Senses was his self-given title, as he was a near-master of cooking, tailoring, music, various forms of art, and even fragrant aromas used in candles and perfume. His mane of black hair was always looked full and tediously taken care of, while his dress was always unique no matter the colors or fabric. He was a man who liked to stand out in a crowd and the way he entered made it known "Valvi!" He energetically exclaimed as he entered, a bent piece of metal in his outstretched hands. After his grandiose entrance he finally noticed "Oh and Captain Renal as well? Today must be my lucky day." Renal seemed to see right through him "Sorry to cut this short Vocere, but I must be going. Bye Valvius, I will see you tomorow." He spoke courtesy to Valvius before leaving through the door.

While Renal's vists were always on a kind systematic schedule, Vocere never came at the exact same time twice and never with the same object twice "Lots of bark on that one...anyway Valvi I need you to mend this metal into a smooth shape again." He show-cased a curved metal plate with several large dents in along the surface and the edge of one curved the opposite way "I was working on a piece as usual but I made a mistake. I would mend it if I could but I figured you'd do a better job." He would talk and talk if left alone with another person, it was just the nature of his eccentric attitude. The opposite of Valvius one could say.

@rush99999
Emile eyebrows furrowed, perhaps holding back his anguish, as Jacoby replied with wise words and released the pressure he was putting on his face "You are right. Wondering why will get us nowhere when the twisted fiend is still lurking the streets." You have never seen Emile so fired up or distraught about anything like this before, even his father's death fell short to the anguish the young peace-keeper was feeling. Emile just kept looking at the dismembered and mutilated body of Cyth, how many more times would he see this before the killer was caught? The message was clear at least. No one was out of the Blood Angel's reach. No one could safely hide anymore if he was able to take down Cyth and Abraham.

The peace-keeper's head turned over see the magister for himself "Perhaps some answers as well." Meanwhile Bradamante simply nodded, not moving a single inch from his post. Sentinels were beings that acted like normal people, but had their own unique connection to each other. As Emile approached the Vey and the magister, their conversation seemed to naturally conclude "This is Magister Arcen. He will bring us to the missing magnus core." Vey said straight to the point as always. Magister Valtair loomed a few inches above the two, and with Vey's shorter figure it made it almost comical the difference between them "A pleasure to meet you, Global Peace-Keeper and his trusted bodyguard Jacoby Drexlehand." His voice was deep and nearly sounded as if two voice occupied the same body. Emile accepted his introduction, he just wanted answers "Will you be able to find the core?" He spoke with no reservations. The Demji solemnly smiled, seemingly unfazed by the scene behind the two "I have studied this artifacts for most of my life. I shall find it." He made his way past them and approached the un-animated armor. Bradamante finally moved, stepping out of the Demji's way looking at Jacoby to let him know he had made his peace. Arcen crouched over the 'corpse' of Abraham, holding both hands over them as a soft,blue light shone from his palms and his eyes closed shut "It shall take me a moment. A magnus core is a concentrated mass of arcane energy and this body is its containment unit. I will be able to follow the trail of magic once I understand its essence." He spoke almost quietly, clearly trying to concentrate. Emile was unaware that such methods existed for tracking these things, it have never been need so his interest shown in the magister's methods.

@Mystery Bard

It might have been a trick of the light but you may have caught a slight blush as Helene made her way to counter again, perhaps at the unrestrained way you observed her power. Vampires once thrived on deceiving appearances and sugar-coated words to lure their victims in where their overpowering strength could take over away from bystanders. The way the Vampire girl looked it seemed like she barely thought anything of it. After he had given his thanks, she did exactly what he asked and placed them back in their original arrangement before returning. When he had finally decided to answer, she listened intently despite the general attitude of his reasons.

She hesitated seeming not to know herself, but arrived at an answer anyway "It sounds like you are very passionate about your work." She first stated with a gentle smile "I guess you could say I was curious, my sisters are very strict with my education but as soon as read about the Elixir of Life...I just wanted to give it a try." She seemed a little down about it, what could it be that she hoped this dangerous concoction would do for her?

@Assallya

Valtair held up his hand and gently shook his head "Not this time, I'm afraid." His friendly tone did not cover up the seriousness of his visits, it almost always involved a question or two revolving around the Blood Angel. At this point, the casual formalities held between you two were almost a sort of small game before the real talk started. However, today Valtair didn't seem keen on waiting through them "I was wondering if any rumors have come your way about a magnus core in the black market." He asked the question like it was asking for a extra cube of sugar for a cup of tea.

The black market was the last vestige of true, organized crime in the world spanning the every land and loosely held together by money and blood ties. The largest player in the game was known as simply as the Banshee but you know her public name as Catherine St. Claire. She had met you only once before to establish a diplomatic connection, since anything you want she has. However, no rumors of such a priceless object has been passed onto you.

The Burning of Volstryggr

@rush99999

I will be putting a post tonight....just stop the noot noots plz

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Reylan

Health: 400/400
Mana: 550/800 >>>> 500/800

Stats

Strength: 5
Agility: 14
Intelligence: 3
Skills
Bow wielding: 20
Art: 10
Acting: 5
Linguistics: 5
Smithing: 5
Actions
-Double Shot, 50 MP
-Power Shot, 100MP
-Sharp Eye, Passive
-Bounty, Passive
Items
-Cheap Shoes
-Cheap Clothes
-Bow
-Rapier
-small knife

Arrows: 20 >>>> 17
Renn: 80

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A large sigh escaped the archer's mouth as the sensation of relief overwhelming him, watching the large white wolf howl one last time before shattering into digital pixel-cubes. He nearly had a small heart attack when he saw the way Alisea's face assumed that form that she pulled off way too well. Dub had told them that he was a mage however up until now it seemed that way, but it was clear that he was a summoner which was a bit different. Reylan didn't mind at all so he focused on the joy of victory and the reward that awaited them "Good work everyone. Now its time to reap the spoils of battle!" he said enthusiastically as the chests were searched and examined. While he hoped for Renn, the 10 blackish-purple arrows made his silver eyes' sparkle as he took them. The rest of the loot was divided up based on who needed what and they made their way towards Area C, hoping to find more treasure and mark it as searched.

After that was all taken care of, he took the time to think about their situation critically based on the current situation. Dirk was nearly at half health, which was still almost three times Reylan's HP but with Karma's heal he should be good again. Aster in all circumstances out of mana but had remained unharmed, a testament to her own skill and Dirk's. Karma, Alisea, Dub, and himself had exhausted nearly half of their respective mana pools but have yet to take a single point of a HP...except for Totoro of course but he got healed by Karma too. With the way the game's setup the dungeons, they wouldn't reap the benefits of defeating this enemies until they left. The group may not entirely agree, but leaving the dungeon after this next fight would probably be the safe bet.

That white wolf made him realize something important. Alone that wolf would have killed him, that much was cold fact. The three wolf before would have killed him as well. Now the six black wolfs that came into view, they would kill him...if not for those by his side. Reylan was not strong...not by himself. With no more time to think, he had to continue doing the two things he could: shoot and give orders "Aster! Dirk! Up front now! Everyone else drop back!" He had to buy at least a little time to issue proper orders but before that could happen, he pulled two arrows from his quiver and loaded onto the bowstring. He held his breath as he picked two targets, and let loose a double shot hoping to hit two at once "Hold them off with your shield Dirk! Aster keep Dirk's Flanks secure! Don't let him get surrounded!!" They would do well to take down them quickly, it was roughly a one to one fight. "Alisea and I got the wolves on the right, Karma and Dub shoot the ones to the left. Let Totoro in on the fun too!" The orders were nothing complex yet marking targets was a simple practice in archery. Totoro would be a good damage-soak.

A third arrow was retrieved and loaded, pulling on the string adjusting for the wolf's approaching speed before firing a normal arrow. He would keep the obsidian arrows for a special occasion, that and they were bound to be more expensive than his standard ones. As the wolves approached closer, he prepared to switch to his rapier in case they got close to defend better against an attack. He felt less 'squishy' than before, but didn't like his chances in one-on-one combat. Dirk, however, was certainly living up to the attitude in which he carried himself.
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OOC: For reference, Wolves 1-3 will be the right wolves and Wolves 4-6 will be the left wolves
Summary:
- Equips Cloth Armor
- Gives Orders
- Loads two arrows, fires double shot (50 MP) at Wolf 1 & 2
- Give Orders
- Loads third arrow, fire at Wolf 3

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

@Leaves@TaroAndSelia@demonspade64@Duoya@Tybalt Capulet
I have a proposal for the distribution of loot:

- 1 X Blue Potion for Karma, Alisea, Dub, and Reylan (Our largest Mana users)

- 2 X Red Potion for Dirk; 1 X Red Potion for Aster and Karma

- The arrows will go to Reylan (cause who else?)

- The shield will go to Dirk

- 1 X Cloth Armor will go to Karma and Reylan (If Aster already has this)

- The Wooden Staff will go to Alisea (Karma and Dub have one)

- The Wooden Talisman will go to Dub (Who does not have one)

Edit: Karma to receive cloth armor, instead of Dirk

Muv-Luv || TSF Forefront

Rath Drazkowski

Rath had been doing last-minute check-ups and adjustments inside his Su-27SM but was otherwise ready to deploy as soon as the command was given. While the Su-37M2 was a much fancier TSf, he felt more comfortable with his current model not that he would have gotten a terminator anyway. Rath made sure the three photos that accompanied him in every mission were secure in their fixtures, he had the maintenance crew put something together on the trip here so that he put them in a proper place. He picked his head up a little at the distant sound of an explosion from the outside, so the party was already kicking off? Through his display he could see the red lights turn on and moments later the obnoxious sound of the warning klaxon "Trzy..dwa..jeden..." he counted to himself in his thick accent, right before the message rang out across the ship "General Quarters, General Quarters, all hands man your battle stations. TSF Pilots make ready for immediate launch."

The statement was hardly jarring to the veteran pilot but the anticipation was what got him, those few moments between the alarm and the order to take-off always made his heart race just a bit faster. His hands gripped the controls of his TSF moving onto the platform elevator, their time would soon come to join the fight. Normally he wasn't so quiet in the pre-op but this was all too familiar to him, the scars of Opertion Ouka were still fresh. Who is your Father? My great motherland, the Soviet Union! Who is your mother? My beloved motherland, the land of Eurasia! What is your task? To slay my hated foe, the BETA! Who fights with you? My trusted allies, the Grey Wolves! He could still hear the faint voice of Captain Ivanova asking each question to his comrades, though he had to respond this time for them. We are a single sword forged in the fires of hell! His comrades even in death continued to support him and give him strength. Without it...he did not know if he would be alive right now. He finally decided to smile, at least for them. If they ever knew how sentimental he was being, they would never let him hear the end of it.

Colonel Faber's voice came through the communications link, Rath's eyes fixed on his name that had come up on the display. His smile did not falter at this new information about Heavy-Laser class BETA, it was not going to change their objective nor their orders. Rath and his TSF were ready to launch once more into hell on earth and once more he would climb back out. "You're going to be launching in the next few minutes t--" An explosion rocked the ship causing several of the maintenance personnel to stumble. That was too loud to be a TSF...Rath gritted his teeth as the realization washed over him that the explosion had to have come from a transport "Scratch that, Grey Wolves, launch immediately!" They needed to take the beach-head and neutralize those laser-class immediately or the whole operation was at jeopardy "Roger!" He did not make any jokes at this time, smiles and laughter would be for their victory.

The platform rose and with it his vision of the battlefield. Twisted, burning metal of the Cardoba immediately got his attention, that must have been the cause of the explosion he heard just moments ago. Faber was counting on them for this mission's succes and his own survival. The dispersed wreckage of other TSFs did not lower his composure as the platform finished rising and he got his TSF ready for surface-to-air launch. A last order from their CO informed them further of the situation. Luck? He didn't know that the Commander had such a great sense of humor. He smirked for a moment "Time to put your money where your mouth is Anders." His voice entered over the squad's comms, knowing that the green-horn has never been in a fight like this. "Just watch and learn, Red." Rath let out a little laugh, even though he hated being called 'Red' it was worth it to hear her pissed. He immediately began powering his boosters while she replied, and once his thrust was guaranteed he stated "Wolf-5, launching!" He activated his boosters and the Su-27SM lurched forward at incredible speed from the transport vessel to engage in NOE flight, this was hardly enough room for a proper launch but they didn't have the time to complain.

Rath skimmed the surface of the water on his approach, the feet of of his TSF only a few meters above it. His muscles were tense as he performed his maneuvers to avoid getting shot down by a Laser-class, he was not about to be shot down before he even got to the beach. A TSF from a different squadron followed suit though he was riding the maximum height pretty close. Idiot, Lower your altitude bef...a bright flash and a eruption of flames filled his vision. He had to make it to the beach. Just a few more meters...He raised his right arm holding his assault cannon and laid fire down on the beach, taking out several tank-class before reaching the shore. Quickly reversing his boosters to slow himself down for a softer landing, his TSF touched down on the same beaches the allies landed on in 1944 "This is Wolf-5, I have made land-fall." He wasted no time clearing a path to the cliff-side as his left arm deployed its blade motor, knowing that his squad would be soon following close behind. Years on the front-line had taught him his role very well, there was no where he felt more comfortable than at the front of the formation. Squad unity was something that was crucial to Rath but Major Kochenkov...he didn't trust her at all. He would need to wait for them to arrive however, the BETA were already moving on his position.

Haley Anderson

Haley couldn't help but think what a patch-work set-up of a squad this was as she waited in the pilot's seat of her F-15E Strike Eagle, awaiting the order to begin deployment. What was this unit supposed to even be? She had given the time to read up her squad-mates, something that red-haired bastard made fun of her for. Was this the UN's attempt to have all the nation's play nice for once? Now that was a joke. This battalion was completely unnecessary for the purpose of this operation, the fact that she was assigned to this unit was even more frustrating. The sound of a soft explosion ripped her from her thoughts, startling her just before the red hue of the emergency lights flooded the hangar and the near-deafening sound of the warning klaxon. Could that explosion have been a TSF? Suddenly her grievances with the squad were forgotten and replaced with the jarring realization that her mission was about to start.

"General Quarters, General Quarters, all hands man your battle stations. TSF Pilots make ready for immediate launch." Somehow those words made the situation all the more surreal, her eyes watching the maintenance crew scattered off the platform that would raise her onto the ship's deck. The mission couldn't possibly be starting already! She figured it would only further her goal of proving herself in combat, and being assigned a F-22 Raptor, the best US TSF in service, instead of this F-15E. Once she was piloting that, it would only serve as further testament to her abilities as a TSF pilot. Dominic would be somewhere observing her during this battle, so there was no way she could afford to fail him. She only hoped that the other members of her squad wouldn't slow her down too much.

"Grey Wolves, we're less than an hour from the Northern Coast of Spain, we've unfortunately just confirmed that there are Heavy-Laser Class BETA present in the landing area, despite what we know from satellite reconnaissance. You're going to be launching in the next few minutes t--" The second explosion cut off Colonel Fabel, the sound much sharper than the previous one. That was way too loud to be just another TSF...could that have been? Violently she shook her head free of these thoughts, she had yet to take-off and already she felt shaken. It was completely unacceptable of someone of her caliber. She could already see that smug smile on his face, she wouldn't give him any ammunition for his jokes. Adrenaline was already seeping into her bloodstream, if they waited any longer on this tin can they would all be dead!

"Scratch that, Grey Wolves, launch immediately!" The command came immediately after the explosion settled, at least the CO understood how to control a situation "Yes sir!" She stated firmly through the TSF's comms though she felt her heart beginning to race. A couple deep breath as the platform began to rise allowed for Haley to steady herself. There were other pilots with few missions under their belt like her but they were both rather unremarkable in their reports, according to her. As her F-15E rose up to the deck, the sight of the fresh war-zone around her clenched her chest once more at the scattered remains of several TSFs. Upon hearing the Colonel's newest intel, she made a mental acknowledgment of the information. A quick scoff sounded at the idea of 'luck', she didn't need such a superstitious thing when she had skill. A quick glance over to the right confirmed her early suspicion but she just didn't want to believe it...a whole transport gone. A sick feeling arose in her stomach, everytime she thought she had gotten over her nerves something new opened them up fresh "Time to put your money where your mouth is Anders." That pathetic soviet dog was already challenging her? The boiling of her blood took away the shock from what she just saw "Just watch and learn, Red." She barely contained her anger, even she knew this wasn't the time. It was only seconds after she said that he darted off towards the beach, she was not about to let him off that easily.

"Wolf-7, launching!" Her announcement carrying a bit of her previous anger as her booster ignited sending her towards the beach. Watching the Soviet pilot maneuver so well frustrated her, every turn and strafe was nearly flawless in execution. Was this the ability of a pilot on the front-line? She refused to admit that Red was anywhere close to being better. Her talent would need to make up for her lack of experience or she would not make it through. Her arms raised the AMWS-21 Combat Systems mounted to the F-15E, it was time to show-case her marksmanship. Every pull of the trigger resulted in a dead BETA as she approached the shore, her mind focused not only on survival but victory. A few moments after Rath touched down on the sand, Haley did so as well her heart-racing faster than it ever has "Wolf-7 here, I have landed. Proceeding to assist Wolf-5." So this was life-or-death on the front-lines?

Regrettably, she would have to rely on Red until the rest of the squad touched down on the beach and stayed close to him, providing support fire while dealing with BETA that came after her. Grappler-class and tank-class were their current targets, they were just so many of them...and yet Red seemed to be keeping his composure through it all. She was not about to let a lousy commie show her up, she would be stronger than him. Put her money where her mouth was? She was going to make him regret ever saying those words to her. No other squads seemed to have made it onto the beach yet, that meant the 231st would have to pick up their slack

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Anyone have any objections to leaving the dungeon early so we can get the 'server 2' people in?

The Burning of Volstryggr

@Assallya

The intangible, undeniable aroma of flowery fragrances nearly make the air inside hard to breathe. Dim lights provide the only illumination for the establishments eager patrons, eagerly awaiting the show to begin. A blonde-haired half-elf woman steps slowly onto the stage, her movements graceful and alluring. The patrons eyes' widen with excitement as her routine begins, the half-elf's outfit revealing just enough to wet their appetite for the more adventurous party upstairs. Not everyone can afford the more expensive services at the Silkin Sithin, but for some that does not matter. While more reputable businesses may be experiencing a slower rate of customers, the cold winter air only attracts more people wanting to experience the warmth of another body. Brothels are not illegal of course. In fact, they fall within the protection of the law so dealing with undesirable patrons is...easier. The dark silhouette of bouncers still can be found inside, one can never be too careful.

The head of Assallya's bouncers approaches her, he is a draconian with a warm black hue. A large scar stretches from above his right eye down underneath his chin, yet he has never missed a single action that occurred with the Silkin Sithin "Madam, You have a visitor." He states calmly, his voice would be much harsher if the individual was unexpected. A dark-elf male around the age of 42, still young in respect to elves, made his way into your personal chambers. You know him as Valtair Krios, an investigator with the Volstryggr police who has come to to you in the past for information on the criminal elements. It is not a one-sided exchange of course, he often gives you the latest update of current events in the police force. A man dedicated to his profession, he had resisted the attempts of your girls several times on his visits "Greetings, Assallya." He says informally, at this point in your business relationship this is not out of the ordinary. He takes a seat across the table from you, leaning against the back cushion of the crescent-like couch "It is quite a wonderful day is it not?" He speaks with a hint of sarcasm. You know very well that he never comes to you unless its urgent, and you know the difficultly the investigators are having finding this Blood Angel, a individual you yourself do not have any concrete information on.

@LordofthePies

Renal seemed to perk up at Valvius's reply, this must seem like good news to him considering the two of you never met each other outside of your smithy. He only seemed to think for a moment before he arrived at his answer "Noon tomorrow would be the best time to reach her. I will be rather...busy after tomorrow so I will not be able to accompany you after that." His voice suggested that this was related to the troubles he expressed earlier. Tomorrow would be his last day of leave before returning to his post, where he was sure there was a lot of work awaiting him. Of course as once of the protectors of this city, Renal was never truly off-duty "She has wanted to see you for a long time, Valvius." Whenever Renal would see his sister, he would update her on what was going with him. Considering how he hardly ever went outside the house, the updates were always quite brief.

@rush99999

Emile's face was a few shades whiter as he looked at the mutilated body of the once grand and stead-fast Cyth, the Global Peace-keeper had one arm around his stomach and the opposite hand over his mouth standing just beyond the pool of blood. There were no real signs of a struggle that the naked-eye could make, it was likely the killer had ambushed Cyth and administered a lethal strike before he could react. The condition of Abraham's body indicated a higher level of resistance, several dents in other areas besides the chest gave evidence to that. After Jacoby walked next to him, he seemed to gain a bit more composure lowering his hand "I-I don't think this...Blood Angel is just a serial killer. He's got an agenda." The title rang harshly in his voice, like it disgusted him.

Bradamante stood silent over the motionless body of Abraham, who was now just a lifeless husk of armor. Sentinels were very hard to read given that they didn't express anything through their 'faces' or their posture. However, the stiff way Bradamante stood over his fallen comrade...it was enough to convey he was grieving. Shortly after the three of you began to look at the crime scene, an indiviual dressed in the exquisite robes, though a heavier winter model, of the Invictus Institute approached Vey. The charcoal black skin and the black curved horns that jutted up from his temples were the defining traits of a Demji, a race previously persecuted for their likeness to demons. While you could not hear their conversation, it was obvious this was the magister sent to trace the magnus core.

@Mystery Bard
Helene seemed to watch every moment Valmond made with an idle sort of interest. A subtle pout appeared on her face for a brief moment as he bypassed her comment and then brushed it off completely. She looked over the items he presented and nodded with content "These ingredients shall be adequate for my intentions, yes." she spoke once more adopting the strange form of formality. Without a momemt more of hesitation, she took out a golden zloty with the number 100 etched into the face and placed onto the counter with a small smile "Please keep the change, but would you do me one favor?" Her red eyes seemed to almost sparkle, an almost mischievous look about them "Tell me, what made you want to be an alchemist?" Again she did not show any signs of joking around. She had placed a golden zloty on the counter like it was pocket money. Zloty come in denominations of gold, silver, bronze, copper, tin, and finally iron which corresponds to 100, 50, 20, 10, 5, and 1. Groszy follow the same pattern except they are all made of iron and there is no 100 denomination.

As the vampire woman said this, another customer walked through the doors looking a bit shifty. His eyes constantly looking around the store yet never meeting yours, his hands unable to keep relatively still. Predictably, he quickly snatched a few ingredients from the shelf once he got close and tried to make for the door. Thieves were a rare occurrence, especially in this part of the city, but they do appear once in awhile. You have had a couple in your years running the store but none have ever made off with your goods. Before you could even move to deal with him, Helene's face scowled and in the blink of an eye she had the would-be thief by the arm, the limb held tightly in her hand above his head. With his feet off the ground slightly, he began to struggle and make quiet sounds of pain "Release." The previously somewhat sweet voice of the vampire woman turned harsh and cold as ice, like commanding a disobedient dog. The way it looked it seemed the arm could dislocate at any moment. The thief upon meeting the terrifying glare of Helene quickly did just that, leaving the ingredients to fall to the ground. His arm was released and he darted out the shop like a bat out of a hell

"Hmpf." She knelt down and picked up the fallen ingredients, even if they were only show-case and more common ingredients. Any good merchant keeps the valuable stuff behind the counter. She returned to the counter quickly changing the terrifying visage to the more innocent one she held prior "Excuse me, here is the merchandise. Now then, where were we..." She spoke with a expectant look, not seeming to want to draw attention to what was just shown here. There was a good reason vampires were feared back then and even now, their physical abilities were above most mortals.