Lucius Cypher — Roleplayer Guild

Soon after the adventurers arrived, they would be greeted by silence and rot. For the longest time the four would walk through the ruins of Brighthaven, finding nothing but the remains of those who have tried and failed. They were not mere wasters and poor souls either; the remains of their battered, rusted, and destroyed equipment were all that remained to tell their tale of trial and failure. There was one place that seemed to remain standing compared to the rest of these gutted buildings. Some sort of temple given it's belltower. Compared to the wooden buildings, the temple was made of stone, and unlike the towers and other stone structures, this temple wasn't in ruin or had broken windows. 

Of course one does not simply walk towards this temple. Up ahead was a wretched stench, one that these four could easily smell even though they weren't downwind. They would see the decaying remains of some sort of large, ocean creature, and on this creature were naked lizard-like humanoids tearing out chunks of flesh and eating them raw. One of the ruin's many inhabitants. And in the distance, there was a crack of thunder; it would seem that a storm was coming. With it would come rain and darkness.

There were other places the adventurers could go as well. Perhaps they could take shelter in the ruins. Or they could explore further on their own, using the temple as simply a landmark in which to navigate this rotted port.

Ethan

The child seemed unphased by Ethan’s criticism to his craft. He was not unfamiliar to people insulting his handiwork and putting him down; even his own father gave him no support in his work, usually just berating the boy for wasting his time playing with Fire than doing something productive with his life. Of course it was rather disheartening knowing that despite his best, inexperienced efforts, he wasn’t going to get a sale.

And then Ethan gave the lad a hold Gold coin.

The boys were so surprised at the money that they spent the whole time admiring the gold coin, forgetting to even give Ethan a knife. This was the most money that this lad had ever seen; his parents were always worried about their silvers and here he was with a whole gold coin. He wasn’t even sure what he could buy with a gold coin, but it was certainly exciting. The other boys clamored around it as they left Ethan as he head to the village’s general store. Unlike Barthen’s this store has far less in variety; mostly it was simple farm tools like shovels, sickles, and axes, though they also sold local produce as well. Wheat from the fields, corn still in their husks, and cheese milked from auroachs. 

Currently behind the counter was a young man, probably around Ethan’s age. Though unlike Ethan he seemed smaller, more meek. When the two crosses eyes he spoke first. ”H-Hello there. Welcome to uh… To my shop. How can I help you?”

@Searat

Antaeus

He shoots. He scores. 

The jacket ripped as the horns tore through it, but even so it was more than enough for Antaeus to effectively blind the White Stag, causing it to go into a panic as it now had to deal with both this highly aggressive girl, and this mysterious assailant. Even so it fought, shaking its head victoriously and kicking his mighty hooves towards Antaeus. He could feel the force of the hooves as they brushed past his legs and loins; how even though they missed him by inches, he could feel the stag’s beastly muscles that could crush his bones with a casual swipe.

This surprise didn’t just hit the stag, but also the girl. Antaeus’ sudden arrival and weight onto the stag nearly made the girl lose her grip, so she tried to use the chance to slam the stag into the ground. However the stag, still fighting valiantly, was able to hold his ground even as these two smaller humans were grappling it. But it seem that for just a moment. Both sides were on a stalemate. It was almost evenly matched. But unless Antaeus can quickly turn the tide, it wasn’t going to end well.

”What was that? You better not have torn my jacket!”

Stag Attack = 22/8
Hooves = 13

Because he's effectively blinded, the White Stag narrowly misses striking Antaeus with his hooves, kicking them upwards as he was trying to nail the young man in the loins.

Silver Girl Slam = 9/13
Stag Resist = 22

The girl tries to slam the Stag, however even though he's blinded he still has the weight advantage and manages to hold his ground with relative ease, though he and the girl are locked into a stalemate at the moment.

@Zeroth

Livia | Katherine

Taking possession of the kitten and a kiss, Maeda waved goodbye to the two sisters as she returned to her class. There were a few villagers who took notice of the two new young ladies, rather impressed for their foreign, sophisticated beauty. While there were a few handful of village girls who do their best to look pretty, they didn’t quite have the same level of beauty. Many looked on with envy while the men looked on with lust. Of course none approached as they reached Barthen’s and continued about their business.

Barthen was just cleaning up after his last customer when the two ladies came in. He seemed rather unphased by their appearance but treated them like a merchant would treat any customer; respectfully. ”Welcome to Barthen’s Bartered Goods, how can I help you?” Wasn’t long before a young lady with sleek black hair approached and mentioned she was here on Maeda’s behalf. This got his attention as she asked for Kafei Seeds and Hashish Resin, which made Barthen raise his brow and whistled. ”Well, I certainly do, and if it’s more Maeda I won’t ask why she wants it, but that’s some mighty expensive tastes she’s got there. Yes, I have a bag of Kafei Seeds, 10 gold per pound, as for the Hashish Resin let me go look in the back.”

Barthen left for a moment to look for any resin left over, giving Livia and Katherine some time to discuss more matters personally. At some point Barthen returned shaking his head. ”Unfortunately it looks like I’m all out. Yeah, suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, the miners tend to buy up all of it when my caravans come back. They need it for their workers after hours you see. I’m not expecting another caravan back until the end of this week, and I imagine that Maeda wants the hashish urgently, huh?”

@Rune_Alchemist@Pyromania99

Darunia

The barmaid raised her brow as she went to retrieve the bottle. ”Certainly sir… That will be five gold for the rooms, and ten gold for the whole bottle of Dancer and Prancer, unopened.” Normally when offering drinks people buy them by the cup, but if someone wants to buy a whole bottle worth then she wasn’t going to say anything. Sips may even let her have a cut for somehow selling a whole bottle, instead of just the usual tips she might receive from particularly drunk customers. Off to the side the co-owner of the shop, Revas, watched Darunia. The half-elf didn’t seem particularly too interested in the drow, indeed up until now he was watching a drunken rabble further away to ensure they don’t get too rowdy, but someone buying a whole bottle of Dancer and Prancer caught his attention.

Revas wondered if this drow as the adventuring type, the one who throws around their money and weight under the assumption that if they really had the mind to, they could kill everyone in the village in under a minute. That type of person was the type that Revas was here to stop preemptively. Being a drow just made such stereotypes even worse. He said a few words in sylvan and began detecting Darunia’s surface thoughts, glancing to find out what’s on the drow’s mind, hopefully not treachery. Not enough to awaken any sort of alert, just enough to know if this man is about to do something he’ll regret.

Either way Revas appeared to be doing nothing but sitting on his chair watching everyone borely. Suddenly he’d stand up and go to one of the patrons, grabbing him by his hand. ”Alright that’s enough drink for you, get out of here.” Revas commanded one of the drunk patrons. Of course he resisted at first, thinking this just a game. But it was no game. With a simple flick of his fingers the man was out cold, and with a snap he was being dragged out of the Drunken Dragon to rest in the shade outside until he would be sober enough to go home on his own two feet. Revas then returned to his seat and continued to watch the other patrons.

@The Large Dumbo

Shem’et

As Shem’et was vaguely making her way up the mountain and towards the riverbed, she tried to keep an eye on her surroundings for both danger and landmarks. The Frontier was almost untouched, save for the obvious signs of travel where a road will one day be formed. Even at her slow pace it wouldn’t be long before she would arrive into untamed forest, full of brush, trees, briars, and more. It also wouldn’t be long before she may realize that she might have marked down the same unremarkable tree as she had before, more so if she had marked them with chalk. 

Indeed, barely ten minutes inside of the forest, and the best she could do is continue arriving to the same destination as she did before, even after walking in what appeared to be a completely straight line the entire time. On the bright side as she was walking around she’d find the herb that Barthen was looking for! And yet something appeared odd about it. It looked like some creature had already found this herb and started to eat from it. The stem was bent and the flower had been torn off. Granted, it was the stem closer to the root that was needed for medicine, but regardless it seems like someone else had been here recently. And not too far from where the herb was was some sort of wooden pipe...

@ihinka

Kael

Kael would find it incredibly difficult to run in his armor, even in a straight line. In fact running in a straight line seemed harder than simply letting his body’s momentum carry him; the armor got in the way of his movements and the back, while secure on his back, flopped around like a dying fish. Even the sword and shield, relatively light in his hands at first, would begin to give him sores and blisters as they rumbled in his hands with every step. The three pound sword and five pound shield might not seem like much at first, but it would be a much heavier burden when you couldn’t use your arms to help maintain your balance and had to keep a tight grip on them.

All in all, Kael took a little over thirty seconds to reach Ashley. ”Thirty seconds. About what I’d expect really. A lot of people like to brag about their speed but they can only pull it off when they’re almost entirely naked. True speed, strength, and stamina comes with a burden. Speaking of which, it’s onto the next part of the training.” Ashley led Kael further away from the main training ground, taking him out of the garrison and to a watch tower that only reached the second floor of the garrison. 

”If you think running in a straight line is tough, wait until you have to fight somewhere that isn’t a flat open field! For now, let’s see how well you do with this next run, and then we’ll test your strength. I want you to run up these stairs and back as quickly as you can without tripping or stopping. No jumping either! Trust me on that one.” The watchtower was only two stories high but had the staircase going from one corner to the next, with fairly steep steps as well, almost a whole foot before reaching the next step. And Kael would need to do this while in full regalia.

”Don’t forget to hold onto your sword and shield! Can’t fight without your sword and shield.”

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