Hawlin

Iron Rose Adventurer's Guild

Ahnciel's eyes narrowed from how the expression that flickered across Maya's expression, about to shut down his request before it sank in how he'd used the lack of information on the location as leverage. Perhaps a dirty tactic, holding someone else's goods ransom, it did not entirely matter since Ahnci would have gone with in sheer spite of a human's orders. He hadn't killed for his freedom just to be bossed around so simply.
The plan seemed to be working, save for the order being given to the stuck-up looking woman to ensure his safety much to her displeasure. The receptionist's shifting of pronouns was quickly dismissed since he frankly didn't care what she thought he was as long as she didn't pry into irrelevant business. His main focus was on the eyes of the woman he'd gathered was named 'Leonore' and how they betrayed her air of professionalism by whispering insidious layers of flippancy. In all honesty, the less than noble nature of a human hardly surprised Ahnciel, however, with what he heard of the 'heroes of the Iron Rose' from townsfolk he nearly had a heartattack just speaking to, he couldn't help but be disappointed.

Regardless of Leonore's status, he didn't trust her for an instant.

None of these errant suspicions and gripes really mattered so long as the guild could manage at least a small handful of humans who took their job seriously. With that, it was out of Ahnciel's hands and he finally had a moment to breathe and take in the guild hall. There was little in his memory that he could compare the architecture to, being essentially held prisoner in a mansion's kitchen and cellars. The major familiarity was the haunting allure of cooked food that warmly pervaded the air, reminding him of the weakness in his frame and the difficulty in recalling when he'd had more than a few bites.
Then came an oppressive stench of blood that seemed to surround him. Pupils sharpening from the damning stink of murder, Ahnci's hand trembled against the hilt of his sheathed blade in the cloak. Faces of the duke and his son blinked into existence only long enough for the chimera to be broken from the trance-like daydream by reflexively jumping with an audible "Bwagh!" from the abrupt attention to his rear.

With a growl, Ahnci swung around to come face-to-face with the beast with a measure of surprise. Its muzzle was awash of blood and dog slobber, the connection quickly made with the huge bone it had set aside to accost him. Ahnci sighed with a small measure of relief, unfamiliar with wolves and only really understanding its behavior being something akin to interest. His annoyance with being spooked simmered as it circled him, though it quickly melted to a mild confusion. "H-hey! Vhat are you-?" he began with small dancing footsteps away to avoid tripping over Kitty who pursued him in the motion until he stood his ground to catch its comparatively massive head with both hands to stop it. "Stop zeis. Iz rude, you should know!" Ahnci softly growled, smooshing the big doggo-face while scolding as if it could understand him. "My name is Ahnciel, ehn I expect an apology for startling-hu-HUAH!" he began to continue with wasting his time until Kitty nuzzled into him, promptly pushing him over and smearing bloody drool all over his cloak.
Though he cared little for the state of the cloak, he was quick to express, "Agh! Iz gross!" Ahnci wailed, squirming and arms flailing in attempts to push Kitty away so he could retreat.

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The mistake could have easily been made, and Ahnciel in his paranoia was hardly keen on correcting the receptionist who refered to them as ma'am. In another land, surrounded by people who hopefully had no connection to the faded and worn crest on the tapestry cloak, he still toiled in worry over every set of eyes that fell upon him. Ears folded back and tail curving around his legs, all that stood out from the cloak with his shaded face and the glint of metal adornments on his boots' toes and heels. Ideally, he looked like a nobody...or at least someone trying to look like a nobody. This was poorly done, however, as he'd waited until nearly half way into the hall before actually pulling his hood back up after it'd been blown off from running.

Still, he was at a loss for words since there didn't seem to be much hope of persuading the woman to bend the rules even with the promise of every coin to his name, for what it was worth. Ahnci 'hrm'd and hummed softly, pacing in thought and almost even considering going back to the shore by himself until the doors of the hall swung open. In paraded a squad of seasoned-looking individuals and their stock of horrific corpses.
'Monsters' was about as detailed as Ahnci could tell by looking, having little experience with the bestiary of his homeland, if he could call it that, let alone this strange new place. When seeking similar help for the matter which was almost perceivably dismissed by the guild secretary, townsfolk suggested taking the matter to the guild. Not only did they seem to know about monsters, the returning group appeared proficient at slaying them as well. Perfect!

In his enthusiasm, Ahnci almost made to speak up his proposal until getting chills from the first adventurer who nearly pushed him aside in her assertion to reach the receptionist. The cloaked creature flinched from the slam of palm and paper, urging him to back away and simply let their business transpire. His heart sank, the thought having not occurred to him that there was other work going on than his petty re-theft of choice ship cargo from a craft he was a stowaway on, details he neglected to mention when explaining the situation to the receptionist.
Yuel's shout and approach compelled Ahnci to retreat back a few more steps as not to get in the growing group's way. They all seemed acquainted and human, and crowds were hardly what the homunculus wished to be in the middle of in spite of knowing he was hardly done here...especially as the receptionist began reading off the new quests.

Certain his request was the final addition, and cemented by having it given to the uppity lady, his enthusiasm was rekindled by the order to begin recruiting.
"Ah- I Insist zeht I accompany you for zee requisitioning ouf zeh cargo!" Ahnci chirped, probably a bit louder than he would have liked, but determined to be heard. While he had never fought a monster in the literal sense-, "I haf...personal investment in a stocked article" he explained, a tad on the flowery side of prose but hopefully still understandable. As he spoke up, Ahnci regained a lost step closer to the group though still remaining out of immediate arm's reach.

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Ahnciel

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Name
Ahnciel (No last name)

Alias(es)
'Ahnci'

Gender
Androgynous, male-pronouns

Race
Chimeric Homunculus

Age
Appears late teens / early twenties

Rank
-Currently Unranked-

Personality
Ahnci is soft spoken and often comes off as timid, though he has developed a nasty habit of 'fear biting'. He is inexperienced with the world and is often seen as naive or even foolish, though has enough street smarts and common sense to avoid dangerous situations if possible. Repeated abuse has worn down any love he would have towards humans as well as inherent disposition, leaving him almost seeming 'hollow' at times. Outside of this, Ahnci is excitable and eccentric when expressing emotions. Curious of this new world outside of servitude, he has a distinct fascination with the accumulation of knowledge and an abstract method of defining experiences and that which he witnesses in an almost poetic way. Ahnci means well, believing in the good in the world but what with murder and theft working out for him so far, hes morally gray as far as problem solving goes.

History
Speaking ill of the dead is not my intention, as they are gone and cannot hear my words no matter how loud I scream.
Existence came as suddenly as one would wake from sleep, and all I knew since then has been one nightmare after the other. It begins with a monster of a man and his monster of a son and ends with both of them dead for their vileness. There would have likely been more, but I was smart enough to know when it was time to leave.
I had spent maybe a day on the run before coming across the perfect place to rest. Unbeknownst to me, the crate of linins was bound to be transferred by boat to destinations unknown to me. Wherever it was, the ship would not reach it as the force of a storm toppled the craft.
To this day, I'm not entirely certain how I survived. I dreamt of a creature within the darkness of the waves who came to my aid, massive as the shore as black as night. Though it did not speak, we came to an understanding that my mortality was left to its mercy and that it had no interest in my soul at that moment. Though I did not hear it speak, I knew words which it etched into my mind; formless syllables and cryptic verses whose very recollection brought power through even the vaguest attempts to pronounce them.
...Existence returned to me as suddenly as one would wake from sleep, dashed upon the shore with the corpses of sailors and passengers as well as their cargo. Understanding the value of coin, I rummaged for what I could fill my pockets with, though I knew nothing regarding what it could be spent on. Monsters had the same idea in mind and I was forced to flee with a small collection of coin, baubles, my cloak and a single shortsword.
It was a shame to abandon the quantity of goods, but surely someone would be interested in the knowledge of it, right? As much as I hate to admit it, I may need help collecting the old master's crossbow from the monsters...and the collected coin may have use, after all.

Mahjikose
Prayers offered to his dark savior whom Ahnci knows only as 'The Fish' are returned with a creeping understanding of the cold abyss. The magic manifests as a physical force composed of wires and hooks intended to harry, maim and bind victims. However, good intentions have controlled this nightmare ink to serve the purpose of keenly suturing and binding wounds, infusing injury with wild essence that stabilizes when united with life force. The result is swift first aid and accelerated healing that snuffs scars...assuming the subject can deal with stitches.
The other half of these boons is a mild manipulation of ice magics. The weak and aura-based spells usually come in the form of conjuring a cloud of frigid fog for obscuring vision and distracting those who enter it with rapidly accumulating frost or freezing small patches of water.
Mainly, the focus of the magic is to offer utility and award creativity.

Skills
Ahnci's small, slim, lithe stature allow ease for fitting into small spaces, hiding or avoiding being struck (With varying success. Boot-sized bruises still linger from recent abuse prior to escape). Standing at roughly 4'10", he is anything but imposing, though he still retains knowledge of 'training' as the duke's son's 'sparring partner', so to speak. His style of fighting is highly undisciplined and leans more towards ambush tactics and cheap shots. Average at fighting defensively.
Leading up to his escape, Luciel had plenty of practice in picking locks to undo his binds. However, magical locks are currently beyond his expertise.
Animalistic splices left him with discerning cat-like eyes able to see reasonably well in low-light conditions. Additionally, he sports pronounced upper and lower K9s and a determined bite would certainly hurt.

Equipment
1 steel shortsword treated to be rust resistant but still common class.
A cloak shoddily crafted from a thick portion of a now tattered tapestry. It serves as common-class light armor and likely belonged to a prestigious lineage in some distant land.
A simple pocketwatch, two ornate rings too big for him to wear...likely stolen.
A keyring holding various pieces of slim metal beaten into the shape of a makeshift lockpick set ('common' class).
Two flasks found at the scene of the wreck which Luciel assumed was water until getting his first taste, their contents seem to serve well for aiding in starting fires, though (sailors' rum).
About 7 silver in an assortment of coins .

Anything Else
- Given the region which he learned to speak in, Luciel carries a bit of an accent vhich I vill be inflictink upon readers. On top of this, his linguistics are shoddy at times and the prose with which he speaks is often either over formalized or abstract like internal musings, a testament to the depth of his mistreatment.
- Opposed to the nature of the entity he made a pact with, Luciel is a less than impressive swimmer. If anything, he has a bit of hydrophobia for any amount of water more than waist deep.

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-I should have read the post-
x_x;

Iron Rose Adventurers [Light-hearted exploration and questing]

@Hammerman
Well, if it means anything, the alchemist that pulled it off is probably super murdered by their own creations by now...not to mention having originated in some distant land. Aspirations and that kind of stuff. I know nothing about plans.
Still running it by Silver, but they gave me the ok on the race. >_<

Iron Rose Adventurers [Light-hearted exploration and questing]

I'm certain there are ways I could have made this a better read. There wasn't much to say as far as history goes without putting it in first person, but don't worry, I type in third-person. >_<
Hope the magic works...
Aaaand the backstory kinda teases on something I was talking to SilverDawn about regarding being one of the first quest-givers, assuming it pads out. Of course, I'm willing to change anything to better fit.

Ahnciel

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Name
Ahnciel (No last name)

Alias(es)
'Ahnci'

Gender
Androgynous, male-pronouns

Race
Chimeric Homunculus

Age
Appears late teens / early twenties

Rank
-Currently Unranked-

Personality
Ahnci is soft spoken and often comes off as timid, though he has developed a nasty habit of 'fear biting'. He is inexperienced with the world and is often seen as naive or even foolish, though has enough street smarts and common sense to avoid dangerous situations if possible. Repeated abuse has worn down any love he would have towards humans as well as inherent disposition, leaving him almost seeming 'hollow' at times. Outside of this, Ahnci is excitable and eccentric when expressing emotions. Curious of this new world outside of servitude, he has a distinct fascination with the accumulation of knowledge and an abstract method of defining experiences and that which he witnesses in an almost poetic way. Ahnci means well, believing in the good in the world but what with murder and theft working out for him so far, hes morally gray as far as problem solving goes.

History
Speaking ill of the dead is not my intention, as they are gone and cannot hear my words no matter how loud I scream.
Existence came as suddenly as one would wake from sleep, and all I knew since then has been one nightmare after the other. It begins with a monster of a man and his monster of a son and ends with both of them dead for their vileness. There would have likely been more, but I was smart enough to know when it was time to leave.
I had spent maybe a day on the run before coming across the perfect place to rest. Unbeknownst to me, the crate of linins was bound to be transferred by boat to destinations unknown to me. Wherever it was, the ship would not reach it as the force of a storm toppled the craft.
To this day, I'm not entirely certain how I survived. I dreamt of a creature within the darkness of the waves who came to my aid, massive as the shore as black as night. Though it did not speak, we came to an understanding that my mortality was left to its mercy and that it had no interest in my soul at that moment. Though I did not hear it speak, I knew words which it etched into my mind; formless syllables and cryptic verses whose very recollection brought power through even the vaguest attempts to pronounce them.
...Existence returned to me as suddenly as one would wake from sleep, dashed upon the shore with the corpses of sailors and passengers as well as their cargo. Understanding the value of coin, I rummaged for what I could fill my pockets with, though I knew nothing regarding what it could be spent on. Monsters had the same idea in mind and I was forced to flee with a small collection of coin, baubles, my cloak and a single shortsword.
It was a shame to abandon the quantity of goods, but surely someone would be interested in the knowledge of it, right? As much as I hate to admit it, I may need help collecting the old master's crossbow from the monsters...and the collected coin may have use, after all.

Mahjikose
Prayers offered to his dark savior whom Ahnci knows only as 'The Fish' are returned with a creeping understanding of the cold abyss. The magic manifests as a physical force composed of wires and hooks intended to harry, maim and bind victims. However, good intentions have controlled this nightmare ink to serve the purpose of keenly suturing and binding wounds, infusing injury with wild essence that stabilizes when united with life force. The result is swift first aid and accelerated healing that snuffs scars...assuming the subject can deal with stitches.
The other half of these boons is a mild manipulation of ice magics. The weak and aura-based spells usually come in the form of conjuring a cloud of frigid fog for obscuring vision and distracting those who enter it with rapidly accumulating frost or freezing small patches of water.
Mainly, the focus of the magic is to offer utility and award creativity.

Skills
Ahnci's small, slim, lithe stature allow ease for fitting into small spaces, hiding or avoiding being struck (With varying success. Boot-sized bruises still linger from recent abuse prior to escape). Standing at roughly 4'10", he is anything but imposing, though he still retains knowledge of 'training' as the duke's son's 'sparring partner', so to speak. His style of fighting is highly undisciplined and leans more towards ambush tactics and cheap shots. Average at fighting defensively.
Leading up to his escape, Luciel had plenty of practice in picking locks to undo his binds. However, magical locks are currently beyond his expertise.
Animalistic splices left him with discerning cat-like eyes able to see reasonably well in low-light conditions. Additionally, he sports pronounced upper and lower K9s and a determined bite would certainly hurt.

Equipment
1 steel shortsword treated to be rust resistant but still common class.
A cloak shoddily crafted from a thick portion of a now tattered tapestry. It serves as common-class light armor and likely belonged to a prestigious lineage in some distant land.
A simple pocketwatch, two ornate rings too big for him to wear...likely stolen.
A keyring holding various pieces of slim metal beaten into the shape of a makeshift lockpick set ('common' class).
Two flasks found at the scene of the wreck which Luciel assumed was water until getting his first taste, their contents seem to serve well for aiding in starting fires, though (sailors' rum).
About 7 silver in an assortment of coins .

Anything Else
- Given the region which he learned to speak in, Luciel carries a bit of an accent vhich I vill be inflictink upon readers. On top of this, his linguistics are shoddy at times and the prose with which he speaks is often either over formalized or abstract like internal musings, a testament to the depth of his mistreatment.
- Opposed to the nature of the entity he made a pact with, Luciel is a less than impressive swimmer. If anything, he has a bit of hydrophobia for any amount of water more than waist deep.

Iron Rose Adventurers [Light-hearted exploration and questing]

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Iron Rose Adventurers [Light-hearted exploration and questing]

Definitely interested.

Kinda curious about magic as well as races.
Probably would make a cleric or some kind of rougish caster.

Revenant: A Sci-Fi Adventure (Always Accepting!)

Forgot mentions...

<_>

Revenant: A Sci-Fi Adventure (Always Accepting!)

@t2wave@Crossfire

Kaeci hadn't been in service to Vanderos long enough to have much allegiance in the way of an emotional farewell. The occasion still earned enough of the Iilusian's attention to warrant breaking from fiddling and picking at his new scarf to offer a small wave. Changing hands had become his life ever since he was pried off of his planet, and the allure of stars and cultures beyond imagination was tempting...though there was always something missing. Distractingly so, 'Miss Harriet' exuded a small familiar glow he couldn't help but be drawn to in this sea of steel like a moth to a flame.
In such a primal sense, no, it was not 'love' as humans understood it in spite of how it seemed at times. There likely wasn't even a word in Kaeci's native language to describe the alien 'Miss Harriet'.

Fine bladed mandibles leisurely picked at one of the ends of the plaid scarf as the small group approached the docked vessel. Looking up at the craft while Carver spoke, Kaeci folded his commlink and spat out the fabric. "I haf put in zeh order for my szinks to be sent over. Ohzer zehn zeht, yeh, I am about ready" he mused, sputtering out a bit of fluff and resting their hands on his hips before looking over to Harriet for her response.