Crimson Paladin

Dungeon Clearer! The Wonderful World of an Adventurer

If someone wants me to change my post to interrupt Léon's journey to the guild clerk, please let me know.

Dungeon Clearer! The Wonderful World of an Adventurer

Léon Reverdin

Maribel seemed to be fairly enthusiastic about the adventure that Léon had chosen, although her manner suggested that she'd probably be happy with any quest. Jane, however, didn't seem to share the Mayonites' eagerness, although from what little she spoke, Léon wasn't sure if she was shy or just apprehensive. Léon didn't worry too much about her- it was normal for some people to get nervous before going on a mission, moreso when, like this one, the risk involved wasn't entirely clear.

I should keep an eye out in case their contrasting attitudes threaten to cause any tension.

"I suppose I'd should speak to one of the guild clerks to formalize it," he spoke to to to two ladies, grabbing the paper and rising out of his chair. "The three of us should be enough, so long as we properly prepare." It was a slight disappointment that it looked like they weren't going to get a fourth taker for their group, but between the three of them, they ought to be fairly well-off in terms of martial ability. Léon was unsure to what degree of magical power Maribel had, but even a newly ordained Paladin of Mayon would have some restorative and protective magic.

The cleric strode over to one of the clerks and placed the paper on the counter. "Good morning. Jane, Maribel, and myself would like to take this job, to recover artifacts from the monastery. Is it alright to take this job with just three members? And I don't suppose the Church left the Guild any other details regarding this mission? You know, any background of the monastery, the general risk of the region it's situated in, and if they're looking for something in particular."

@Raineh Daze@Lunarlord34@PaulHaynek

Dungeon Clearer! The Wonderful World of an Adventurer

You better hope you never need a healer, then.

Dungeon Clearer! The Wonderful World of an Adventurer

Léon Reverdin

Before Léon could reply to Jane, they were interrupted by a new arrival at their table. "Oh? Looking for party members? What a coincidence, so am I! What's the quest? I would love to join you both!" Maribel bluntly interjected.

Normally, Léon would have been slightly annoyed at this undiplomatic interruption, but it just so happened that Maribel was just the person he had in mind for this mission. He didn't know her personally, but he knew of her; this towering woman was a Paladin of Mayon, and that even the most novice paladins were very capable and well-equipped warriors with an added bonus of a repertoire of divine magic.

"Well, this is quite Serendipitous," Léon said as he turned to the new arrival. "Greetings, sister, my name is Léon Reverdin, a Cleric of Mayon from the Shrine of the Pierced Skull. I'd heard a paladin of the Church had joined the Guild, and I was actually hoping that you'd be available to join us for this quest. I think you'll find it a worthwhile cause for a fellow faithful of Mayon," he proclaimed as he gestured to the paper on the table."

With the three of them, they would be pretty solid in terms of healing, protective magic, and close combat. Léon didn't expect for a monastery to have any traps or elaborate security, so a Coin didn't seem strictly necessary for this. On the other hand, because they didn't know what sort of dangers awaited them, it'd be a good idea, he reasoned, to bring someone with skills and abilities that none of them had. Perhaps an archer or a mage, someone who could deal death at long range, and perhaps recognize early signs of danger that the three of them would otherwise overlook. Léon glanced out at the other adventurers, wondering who among them would be willing and available.

"Do either of you have any thoughts or concerns about this mission, or any ideas on who we ought to bring along as our fourth party member?" he asked the two ladies at the table.

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Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Fleuri Jodeau

Jerel was right- in Fleuri's haste to get here, he had drawn a lot of attention to himself. Many of the nobles has taken notice, some directly brushed by the knight, others simply noticing his uncharacteristic rush through the ballroom The social ramifications of it still seemed unimportant, but it'd likely make it harder notice something amiss.

This is my fault! How are we supposed to find danger if everyone's watching us too? In the middle of his worried train of thought, something dawned on Fleuri.

"Wait a minute...their reactions might tell us something. They may be a little suspicious of something, but they're reacting as expected for one who doesn't expect any peril. At least not the sort of peril that is to be expected at a gathering like this."

Don't get me wrong, Jerel," Fleuri elaborated, "These soirees are rife with the aristocracy's schemes and games, but this is different. What we're looking for is something outside the bounds of the games of intrigue and plotting that the nobility come here to play. They expect that the quarrels and spells unleashed here will be of words, not steel and magic. Whatever the danger it is, it'll be something out of the ordinary- or rather, what is considered ordinary here."

The challenge for Fleuri was that while he might have some idea of what to look for, he didn't know where to look for it in a ballroom of this size. By contrast, a man like Jerel, a lower-class man who was practically born with a bow in his hand, would probalby have a good idea as to where an assassin might position themselves, but might not be sufficiently familiar with the manners and etiquette of the aristocracy to realize if one of the attendees was acting off.

"Jerel, you're a skilled bow-hunter, correct?" he whispered to his fellow knight. "Where would you guess an assailant might place themselves to threaten the Princess? I've attended enough of these events that I could probably spot something out of the ordinary here, and if you can narrow down where the danger could come from, we might be able to pinpoint this danger to the Princess. As he spoke this, he felt pangs of doubt? What if he was wrong, what if he's putting the knights on alert over a child's prank? Fleuri glanced back at the cake and recalled it vanishing without a trace in the space of a few seconds.

If it turns out this is a prank, it's a very elaborate one beyond the ability of most of the nobility.

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Dungeon Clearer! The Wonderful World of an Adventurer

Léon Reverdin

Jane was as distant as ever. N-No. I've... already eaten. These are the uhh, more quests for the board. Would you-- like to take a look at them?"

"I appreciate it, Jane," Léon answered, "But I suppose I wouldn't feel right about getting first peek at them before they're posted. I try not to worry too much about getting to jobs first. Being a Cup, it's easy enough to find a group in need of my talents." As far as adventurers went, Léon wasn't particularly adventurous- he had only joined the guild at the behest of the Church of Mayon, and hadn't been particularly proactive in finding ways to risk his life- mostly he just tagged along in the not-uncommon event that a group needed a healer.

Did I snub her, he asked himself after giving his reply. Was it inconsiderate of me to not take up her offer? Léon felt a wave of worry wash over him. He didn't want to make someone feel even worse.

"Tell you what, I'll take a look at the ones you already put on the board," he spoke, basically muttering the first thing he came up with. "Hopefully there'll be something suitable for 4's like us. You're welcome to any of my food in the meantime." Léon got out of his seat, leaving his food on the table. He didn't really care much for the jobs themselves, it was mostly just to try and conclude this conversation in a somewhat natural manner.

The cleric made his way to the board. Because of the crowding, it took a while for him to get there. Sophie's tirade from earlier gave him ample motivation to take it slow and not bump into anyone, so it was slow going. Some of the others were getting creative to look at the board- Mellifleur's undead thrall was lifting a female Nem mage, Nefrena if he recalled correctly, onto its shoulders so she could see the board. While he was at first enormously apprehensive about a necromancer parading around a skeletal minion, he had become accustomed to its presence. He had never asked about it, largely because both Léon and the skeleton's controller were both Cups, it was unlikely for them to end up in a group together.

After taking more time than he'd have liked, Léon finally got close enough to the board to look at the jobs. He looked over the postings, more curious than anything at this point. Some were above his ranking, some were below, and a few were within it. Orc hunting, probably not. Escort duty, probably pretty easy but looks pretty long. Disappearances, sounds risky, not to mention no clue what I'd be getting into. But wait, what's this?

His eyes practically lit up when he saw the fourth and final job within his rank. A monastery lost since the war against Orodrunn has been located and the church is willing to pay handsomely for any artefacts recovered...yes, YES! It mentioned being potentially risky, but he didn't care. It was a church job, and an artifact recovery one at that. In just a moment, Léon's apathetic demeanor disappeared, replaced by motivation and determination to see this particular job through. He snatched the paper from the board and took it with him as he made his way back through the crowds to the table in the corner, where Jane still was. It wasn't enough to take a job, he'd need to find at least three other people to bring along, and he knew where he could find at least one adventurer who hadn't yet joined up on a job.

"Remember how I said I was just content to wait till others ask me to come along on a job? Well I was wrong," he spoke to Jane, much more upbeat, as he placed the paper on the table. "They posted a job from the Church to excavate artifacts from a recently rediscovered monastary ruin, and I feel it's my duty as a cleric of Mayon to ensure that this job is fulfilled. I won't be able to do it without a decent party, however, and I haven't seen you mingling with the others, would you like to join after you've finished posting the next batch of jobs? I could use a Sword, and could also use some help putting a party together."

@PaulHaynek

A tribute to the former fans of Star Wars

The more I think about it, the more I realize that the First Order are basically the Spaceballs. They have a ridiculously large flagship, and their leadership consist of a petty, whiny manchild in a goofy black helmet who talks to inanimate objects, a long-suffering officer who has to put up with his antics, and an evil overlord that falls flat as a BBEG. They even have a similar salute.

A tribute to the former fans of Star Wars

The back-and-forth nature of the Sequel Trilogy reminds me a bit of the KOTOR series. It starts out traditional and somewhat formulaic (TFA and KOTOR), gets handed to someone who takes it in a subversive, deconstructive direction (TLJ, KOTOR II), then all of that gets chucked out the window harder than Mace Windu when the previous director/developer gets ahold of it again, the result being pure skub (ROS, SWTOR).

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

I was in the previous RP, and my first guess was still waaaaaay off.

Dungeon Clearer! The Wonderful World of an Adventurer

Léon Reverdin

It appears I have arrived just in time for the new jobs to be posted.

A young man stepped through the door, carrying a small basket with a few pieces of fruit. The first thing he noticed when he entered was the crowding around the job board, and the commotion coming from there. He had arrived too late to know what had happened exactly, so he wasn't quite sure why Sophie was going off on a tirade, although it sounded like someone bumped into her trying to be one of the first to get to the job board. It wasn't really any of Léon's business, and either way he wasn't in any rush to get to the job board. Currently, his only concern was finding a place where he could sit down and eat his breakfast in peace.

After looking around a bit, he spotted a mostly-unoccupied table in the corner, occupied only by Jane with a neat stack of papers. More jobs for the board, perhaps? It didn't matter too much to Léon. Even if there wasn't another wave of jobs to be posted, he saw little need to trip over himself (potentially earning himself a verbal beatdown in the process) to get first dibs on a quest. Léon's abilities to heal, bless, and ward were always in high demand in the guild, even for a lowly 4 of Cups like himself. Truth be told, he was better at swinging his hammer and scepter than healing or blessing, but he reckoned he'd have more opportunity to get into a party as a 4 of Cups than as a 5 of Swords.

Of Jane himself, he knew very little of her, other than what everyone did. She was a 4, same rank as him, and seemed more comfortable with doing Guild chores than adventuring. Other than that, she was a closed book, a reclusive fellow who never discussed her past and never showed her face due to having suffered some sort of gruesome injury that left her face disfigured prior to joining the guild. Whatever her past was, her armor and weapons seemed to be of fairly good quality, far better than would be expected for a guild errand girl.

Poor Jane. Whatever happened to her, she still seems pained by it, he observed, briefly looking down at the Mayonite holy symbol he wore around his neck. From what he had observed of Jane, her pain seemed to run far more deeply than the physical disfigurement that prompted her to never show her face. Undoing the grisly damage to her visage was no doubt beyond his ability, but perhaps if she could be brought to know the comforting grace of Mayon, whatever spiritual scars that seemed to afflict her could be healed. In the very least, if her injuries carried with them constant physical pain, he could at least be able to temporarily alleviate that. Either way, he needed some place to sit.

Léon strode over to the table and sat down opposite Jane. He removed the fruits from his basket and placed them in front of him, careful as to not disrupt her stack of papers. He gripped his Mayonite symbol with his right hand, silently calling upon the Goddess for support.

Mayon, Goddess of the Moon, please help guide me as I endeavor to aid this pained soul.

"Good morning, Jane," he said to her, trying his best to be friendly. He was about to make small talk by asking about the papers, but he stopped himself. No, if I do that, it'll sound like I'm just trying to get first dibs at the jobs. Best not to mention that at all.

"Are you hungry? Would you care for some food?" he asked, after an awkward silence of trying to figure out what to say. It was true that she couldn't exactly eat in anyone's presence, not with that helmet on, but the gesture couldn't hurt.

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