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~ Aimlenn ~
Interacted with: @VitaVitaAR
Replacing Jarde's horse was a simple matter. The bandits had plenty and they weren't going to be using them anytime soon. Sir Gerard helped too and he said that the replacement horse should not have a problem with Jarde since the young knight was similar in weight as the bandits, having little armor and all. The horse's apparent opinion made Jarde raise an eyebrow but he was not going to turn down a free ride.
The trip back to Aimlenn was uneventful. Still, Jarde was one of the knight keeping an eye on the prisoners although he could see that the captured bandits had no will to fight any longer. They knew they were defeated and had no intention to struggle against their captors. Jarde saw how crushed they were, how they surrendered to their fates. He wondered if the future had something like this in store for him. He hoped not. If he were to die, he'd like to die fighting and not sitting in a cage with a blank look on the face waiting for execution. Of course, he'd much prefer not dying at all.
At last they were back in Aimlenn, the capital of Thaln. The city was just as majestic as Jarde first saw it and when he joined the Iron Rose Knights. As a fortress-city, its white-stoned walls were high and its towers were sturdy and overlooked the rest of the capital. Its immense and wide gate was laid open for anyone to enter. There were guards, of course, but it was peacetime and Aimlenn was in no danger of a siege.
The arrival of the Iron Rose Knights and their captives caught everyone's attention, from commoner to noble. They glared at the bandits but they looked in awe at the knights. The shiny, flashy, famous ones at least. Especially the non-human knights like Dame Maritza. Jarde, having no shiny armor and nothing to his name, was mostly ignored. The citizens probably thought he was just an auxiliary to the knightly order. He did not mind, though, and understood why.
After depositing the captive bandits at the garrison, Captain Fanilly led the knights to their base, Candaeln. The headquarters was decorated with stained glass depicting roses with the entrance emblazoned with the symbol of the Iron Rose. Within, the walls were hung with portraits of notable figures of the Iron Rose Knights. Its previous Captains and famed members. Jarde was sure Fanilly would end up there someday, but hopefully not very soon.
And then there were the weapons of these figures, sitting in display cases and immortalized like their owners. The most famed one was the Saint's Blade, the Starlight Sword and other names Jarde couldn't remember. The sword was silvery and had a crossguard in the shape of a star. Its tip was sharp and had an ethereal-like aura around it. It was as beautiful as it was deadly, but Jarde was no sword connoisseur so he did not fully appreciate the weapon.
"Take the injured to the healers, For everyone else, I would take some rest. You've earned it."
The Captain ordered. The Iron Rose Knights began to walk away to their own businesses but Jarde really had nowhere to go but back to his room and rest. He was tired, but not that tired. The uneventful trip from the bandit camp serving as a break of sort. He could always train to hone his skills, maybe spar with someone. Or he could go outside and wander Aimlenn a bit. He hasn't exactly familiarized himself with the capital yet.
Jarde decided to do just that and went to the exit. Just as he got outside, though, a courier had appeared in front of Candaeln. "Good news or bad news?" The young knight got down to it with a question.
Hushabye
~@ShwiggityShwah, @13org (HUS)~
As they were talking, the white creature surprised Haley by suddenly dashing off to somewhere. "Wha-? Where's she going?"
The creature then came back with two flowers, a Rose and a Violet. It clicked on Haley that the flowers were brought because Ozzy had mentioned them earlier. The Siren chuckled at the realization before seeing the creature point the Violet at her. She quickly realized that the flower's color matched that of her feathers'.
"Pretty similar, aren't they? Not exactly the same but close." Haley approached and extended a wing to compare her purple feathers to the flower. "Say, do you like that name? Violet? I mean, there's nothing on you indicating anything violet but no one's stopping you. You could be Rose too and that name has grounds 'cause your eyes are red like a rose."
"Aaaand, I just realized you probably don't understand me."
~@Stern Algorithm~
Neil bit his lip and looked downwards before answering. "If I told you, you wouldn't believe me." He raised his head to look at the Liliraune. "Just know that I come from... somewhere very, very far away. I guess." The answer was vague, and suspicious, and Neil knew that. "Well, let's put it this way. If you think I come from somewhere you know, I'm pretty sure I don't come from there. I-Is that better?"
"You guys are pretty knowledgeable, right? At least well-read?" Neil suddenly asked. "Have you guys encountered any uhh, stuff about uhh, otherworldly realms? You know, different dimensions and all that?"
~@Restalaan (YNG)~
"My name is Riñas Chavez. I must say, you are much more polite than your other guildmates." The Dark Priest remarked. "Although, he may not be... open to your ideas."
------
Asking around for a 'Nero', you were pointed to a dairy farm in the outskirts of the port town. Despite the port town being filled with monsters, the farm that greeted you was not occupied by Holstaurs but by normal cows. The moos of the bovines were absent, they were busy feasting on the hay laid out for them by their farmer: A man with short-blonde hair, eyes of clear blue and had a muscular body. One that fits a warrior.
Laying down the last of the hay, he noticed you and approached. "Well, hello there. You look like you're from somewhere far away. What brings you here?"
~@BKBurke~
Bart got close to you before whispering. "How can I do that when I can't even trust my own guild members." He told you before backing away.
"I'd let you go but again, I'd like a pair of eyes over this." Bart gestured to the construction. "Besides, most of the quests today has already been taken by the others. I think it's better for you to just wait for the next batch tomorrow." He was then asked aside by Talia the Cyclops but you were on your way to the construction crew then.
------
The crew was friendly to you as you and they worked on the guild entrance. The Dwarven design of it was difficult to replicate but you and the crew did your best. The new entrance did not match the overall design at all, at least up close. At a distance, it would be hard to tell. The work took all day and it ended by dusk. The construction crew invited you to their break before they set off.
"You're good with a hammer and nails, Clarke. I almost forgot you weren't part of us." A grizzled, muscular fair-skinned man congratulated you. You knew him as Lazarus, or Larry for short.
"Here's to Clarke, for taking part in our last job in the sane world." The man's words were ominous as he raised a cup of alcohol. You knew him as Sal, just Sal. He was younger and less muscular but still well-built. His skin was pretty pale but it was nothing unusual.
"Come on, it can't be all bad. Certainly not as bad as we have it right now." Larry retorted.
"I know that. But still, Varjo's Varjo." Sal replied, and revealed some information.
Larry sighed and turned to you. "What do you think, Clarke? We're down in the dumps and can't find work anywhere. This one's probably gonna be our last. Me and others were thinking about heading south, towards the lands of Varjo and find us something, anything there." He explained. "Do you think that is wise? I mean, we know Varjo's a dangerous place but it's also a land of freedom. Anything could happen there."
~@ShwiggityShwah, @13org (HUS)~
As they were talking, the white creature surprised Haley by suddenly dashing off to somewhere. "Wha-? Where's she going?"
The creature then came back with two flowers, a Rose and a Violet. It clicked on Haley that the flowers were brought because Ozzy had mentioned them earlier. The Siren chuckled at the realization before seeing the creature point the Violet at her. She quickly realized that the flower's color matched that of her feathers'.
"Pretty similar, aren't they? Not exactly the same but close." Haley approached and extended a wing to compare her purple feathers to the flower. "Say, do you like that name? Violet? I mean, there's nothing on you indicating anything violet but no one's stopping you. You could be Rose too and that name has grounds 'cause your eyes are red like a rose."
"Aaaand, I just realized you probably don't understand me."
~@Stern Algorithm~
"Where exactly are you from?"
Neil bit his lip and looked downwards before answering. "If I told you, you wouldn't believe me." He raised his head to look at the Liliraune. "Just know that I come from... somewhere very, very far away. I guess." The answer was vague, and suspicious, and Neil knew that. "Well, let's put it this way. If you think I come from somewhere you know, I'm pretty sure I don't come from there. I-Is that better?"
"You guys are pretty knowledgeable, right? At least well-read?" Neil suddenly asked. "Have you guys encountered any uhh, stuff about uhh, otherworldly realms? You know, different dimensions and all that?"
~@Restalaan (YNG)~
"Oh, by the way? I didn't catch your name?"
"My name is Riñas Chavez. I must say, you are much more polite than your other guildmates." The Dark Priest remarked. "Although, he may not be... open to your ideas."
------
Asking around for a 'Nero', you were pointed to a dairy farm in the outskirts of the port town. Despite the port town being filled with monsters, the farm that greeted you was not occupied by Holstaurs but by normal cows. The moos of the bovines were absent, they were busy feasting on the hay laid out for them by their farmer: A man with short-blonde hair, eyes of clear blue and had a muscular body. One that fits a warrior.
Laying down the last of the hay, he noticed you and approached. "Well, hello there. You look like you're from somewhere far away. What brings you here?"
~@BKBurke~
Do you not trust the people you hired? It wouldn't be good to hire people you dont trust to build the front door to your home.
Bart got close to you before whispering. "How can I do that when I can't even trust my own guild members." He told you before backing away.
I have no issue giving them a hand. Construction was my profession for a time. I dont have much to do but I do have a favor to ask. You see, I haven't actually spent time with other guild members aside from Talia. If you have a quest on the board that fits my expertise then let me know please. I'm jot shy for a fight either so if that's all that is available then I don't mind taking it.
"I'd let you go but again, I'd like a pair of eyes over this." Bart gestured to the construction. "Besides, most of the quests today has already been taken by the others. I think it's better for you to just wait for the next batch tomorrow." He was then asked aside by Talia the Cyclops but you were on your way to the construction crew then.
------
The crew was friendly to you as you and they worked on the guild entrance. The Dwarven design of it was difficult to replicate but you and the crew did your best. The new entrance did not match the overall design at all, at least up close. At a distance, it would be hard to tell. The work took all day and it ended by dusk. The construction crew invited you to their break before they set off.
"You're good with a hammer and nails, Clarke. I almost forgot you weren't part of us." A grizzled, muscular fair-skinned man congratulated you. You knew him as Lazarus, or Larry for short.
"Here's to Clarke, for taking part in our last job in the sane world." The man's words were ominous as he raised a cup of alcohol. You knew him as Sal, just Sal. He was younger and less muscular but still well-built. His skin was pretty pale but it was nothing unusual.
"Come on, it can't be all bad. Certainly not as bad as we have it right now." Larry retorted.
"I know that. But still, Varjo's Varjo." Sal replied, and revealed some information.
Larry sighed and turned to you. "What do you think, Clarke? We're down in the dumps and can't find work anywhere. This one's probably gonna be our last. Me and others were thinking about heading south, towards the lands of Varjo and find us something, anything there." He explained. "Do you think that is wise? I mean, we know Varjo's a dangerous place but it's also a land of freedom. Anything could happen there."
Hushabye
~@ShwiggityShwah, @13org (HUS)~
"Can she even talk? 'Cause it doesn't look like it." Haley remarked, lowering her wings. "And I'm fine with Georgia. I was just asking. Although, I think I like Ada."
"Yeah, probably." Haley bluntly answered. "I mean, unless you can explain to her that we'd be grabbing her by the limbs, lifting her a couple of leagues into the sky and taking her somewhere unknown. Oh and you'll also have to explain that it's not a kidnapping." The Siren's sarcasm was sharp.
"Anyway, I agree that we should take her to somewhere where she won't bother anyone. However, the swamp up north isn't exactly devoid of souls. I'm pretty sure there are monsters that are living there but I think they'll be okay with Georgia over here." Haley remarked. "Although, they might... influence her. You know, make her more... monster-y. As in, teach her to look for a guy to bang and all that."
~@Stern Algorithm~
"I see. Can't wait to try out your pastries..." Neil told Vivian. "...and your medicine will help a lot, Sylvia. I don't know if you know but the Guild gets quests that involves a lot of trouble. Serious trouble, ones that might leave someone needing a lot of medicine." He then told Sylvia. "Anyway since I'm here, I might as well lend a hand."
"Huh, why?" Talia asked. "I mean, I appreciate the offer but don't you want to rest first inside?"
Neil shrugged. "Well as you know, me and Bart aren't on... good terms yet. It's just gonna be trouble with each other nearby." He explained. "So, what can I do to help?"
------
Much was done with the extra pair of hands and the herb garden's fences were nearing completion. During the work, a couple of wagons filled with men arrived. They were the crew that Bart had hired to fix the guild building's entrance. They focused on their work and left the Liliraune's group alone.
By late afternoon, the garden's fences were complete and it enclosed a good size of land. Now it was time to work on a shed to store tools and the like. "We'll need more materials to build the shed. Let me talk to Bart about this, maybe see if the construction crew can spare us some. Meanwhile, you three should get some rest for now." Talia then left Neil and the Altissima sisters alone.
Neil sunk to sit on the grassy soil. His face was red from exhaustion and was silently thankful for the break. "Oh man. I did some heavy lifting back home but this is something else." He panted. "Still glad to have helped though. Finally did something rather than stand around and watching others do their thing."
He looked over to the Altissima sisters and his gaze was once again drawn to the giant flower that appeared as the pair's 'feet'. "I never thought I'd see you. Your kind, I mean." Neil began. He looked up to Sylvia and Vivian but then looked back down again with flushed cheeks, unable to look at the Liliraune's main bodies without being bewitched by their innate beauty.
He cleared his throat before continuing, his gaze now to the distant horizon. "You-- There weren't any monsters where I'm from. We... We always guessed what you looked like, what you did, but we never saw one. Not a single one." He sighed. "So, you know, this is quite the experience for me. Seeing so many monsters in such a little time. Heck, being part of a guild that's like, half monsters."
"But I'm glad you guys aren't harmful. Very, very glad. Thank God." Neil finished, glad to have let all that out.
~@BKBurke~
You were gone for a day or two due to some personal errand. By the time you got back to the guild, you see a whole construction crew doing repairs on the hole that used to be the entrance to the building. Wagons were parked nearby and stone materials were piled at places, ready to be used.
Sounds of hammers and construction permeated the air as Bart approaches you. "Hey, you're back! I'm glad because a lot of our previous members had errands to run and never came back. Good to know you're not one of them." The guild master patted you at the back. "As you can see, the crew I've hired has come and has begun working on our entrance."
"Why don't you lend them a hand? I also want you to be our eyes on them, make sure they don't do anything sneaky on us. I can't be everywhere at once." Bart requested. "Well... unless you have something you need to do."
~@ShwiggityShwah, @13org (HUS)~
"Maybe she can pick her name. Hmmm... Let me think. Ozzy. Haley. Camilla? Rose? Ada? Violet?"
"Can she even talk? 'Cause it doesn't look like it." Haley remarked, lowering her wings. "And I'm fine with Georgia. I was just asking. Although, I think I like Ada."
"You think she'd freak out of we had to fly her?"
"Yeah, probably." Haley bluntly answered. "I mean, unless you can explain to her that we'd be grabbing her by the limbs, lifting her a couple of leagues into the sky and taking her somewhere unknown. Oh and you'll also have to explain that it's not a kidnapping." The Siren's sarcasm was sharp.
"Anyway, I agree that we should take her to somewhere where she won't bother anyone. However, the swamp up north isn't exactly devoid of souls. I'm pretty sure there are monsters that are living there but I think they'll be okay with Georgia over here." Haley remarked. "Although, they might... influence her. You know, make her more... monster-y. As in, teach her to look for a guy to bang and all that."
~@Stern Algorithm~
"Oh! We're preparing an herb garden. We're also integrating it with the kitchen, and planning on maybe a greenhouse as well. So I can make medicine, and Vivian can make pastries. We've spent a few nights at the Guild and really haven't contributed much in the area we were supposed to, so it's high time we started. Fortunately, Talia's help has been indispensable."
"I see. Can't wait to try out your pastries..." Neil told Vivian. "...and your medicine will help a lot, Sylvia. I don't know if you know but the Guild gets quests that involves a lot of trouble. Serious trouble, ones that might leave someone needing a lot of medicine." He then told Sylvia. "Anyway since I'm here, I might as well lend a hand."
"Huh, why?" Talia asked. "I mean, I appreciate the offer but don't you want to rest first inside?"
Neil shrugged. "Well as you know, me and Bart aren't on... good terms yet. It's just gonna be trouble with each other nearby." He explained. "So, what can I do to help?"
------
Much was done with the extra pair of hands and the herb garden's fences were nearing completion. During the work, a couple of wagons filled with men arrived. They were the crew that Bart had hired to fix the guild building's entrance. They focused on their work and left the Liliraune's group alone.
By late afternoon, the garden's fences were complete and it enclosed a good size of land. Now it was time to work on a shed to store tools and the like. "We'll need more materials to build the shed. Let me talk to Bart about this, maybe see if the construction crew can spare us some. Meanwhile, you three should get some rest for now." Talia then left Neil and the Altissima sisters alone.
Neil sunk to sit on the grassy soil. His face was red from exhaustion and was silently thankful for the break. "Oh man. I did some heavy lifting back home but this is something else." He panted. "Still glad to have helped though. Finally did something rather than stand around and watching others do their thing."
He looked over to the Altissima sisters and his gaze was once again drawn to the giant flower that appeared as the pair's 'feet'. "I never thought I'd see you. Your kind, I mean." Neil began. He looked up to Sylvia and Vivian but then looked back down again with flushed cheeks, unable to look at the Liliraune's main bodies without being bewitched by their innate beauty.
He cleared his throat before continuing, his gaze now to the distant horizon. "You-- There weren't any monsters where I'm from. We... We always guessed what you looked like, what you did, but we never saw one. Not a single one." He sighed. "So, you know, this is quite the experience for me. Seeing so many monsters in such a little time. Heck, being part of a guild that's like, half monsters."
"But I'm glad you guys aren't harmful. Very, very glad. Thank God." Neil finished, glad to have let all that out.
~@BKBurke~
You were gone for a day or two due to some personal errand. By the time you got back to the guild, you see a whole construction crew doing repairs on the hole that used to be the entrance to the building. Wagons were parked nearby and stone materials were piled at places, ready to be used.
Sounds of hammers and construction permeated the air as Bart approaches you. "Hey, you're back! I'm glad because a lot of our previous members had errands to run and never came back. Good to know you're not one of them." The guild master patted you at the back. "As you can see, the crew I've hired has come and has begun working on our entrance."
"Why don't you lend them a hand? I also want you to be our eyes on them, make sure they don't do anything sneaky on us. I can't be everywhere at once." Bart requested. "Well... unless you have something you need to do."
I couldn't find the time to address you earlier but now I do.
You've been gone for too long for your character to just insert himself back into the fold and normally, you'd be dropped because you've exceeded the 2-week thingy.
However, I am willing to give you a second chance and get you back in the game but are you sure you'll be able to post regularly from now on?
~ The Bandit Camp ~
Interacted with: @HereComesTheSnow
Jarde flinched when Elodie sank her axe unto the Bandit King's neck, decapitating the corpse. Now they know that Jeremiah was really, certainly, most definitely dead. The stench of dead flesh permeated the air and Jarde found it best to vacate the vicinity.
Moments later, Fanilly climbed atop the burning log from earlier, now doused, and announced to the entire camp that Jeremiah the Bandit King was dead and that the rest of the bandits, what's left of them anyway, should surrender and not make things worse for themselves. What little fighting remained immediately halted. The Iron Rose Knights stood triumphant this day. Not that there was any question.
Now it was the aftermath, wrapping things up. The Captain had begun speaking to the flank leaders as the rest of the order began tending to their wounded, securing the prisoners and preparing transport. Jarde was reminded that his horse, very unluckily, died when this whole thing started. He figured there was a free horse here somewhere that he could use and his eyes began scanning. Surely there was one since this was a bandit camp with all the bandits dead and gone.
"Sir Jarde— I still owe you a horse, don't I?"
"Haha! You do, don't you?" Jarde laughed as he remembered the earlier offer. "My thanks, sir. Don't mind if I do."
Hushabye
~@ShwiggityShwah, @13org (HUS)~
Once both Ozzy and the creature were done examining each other, the latter swiped some food from a trap to offer to the former, having thought that Ozzy wanted some food since he motioned to his mouth. Ozzy took it in stride though, glad at having found out that the creature was a compassionate one.
Haley cringed, though, when Ozzy accepted the food gift, a rotting carcass of a rabbit, and bit off of a very tiny part of it. She understood, of course, that it had to be done.
The creature's attention then shifted to the Siren, admiring the purple colors of her plume. Haley, despite being unsure about this white beast, indulged the curiosity and spread her wings. The Siren smiled a teasing grin as she showed off her wings. "Like what you see? Sorry, but I don't swing that way." She told the creature. Haley knew her words would not be understood, it was just a little remark.
"I don't know, Ozzy. Even if we could convince them she's friendly, I doubt they'd just let it go. They might demand payment for the lost properties. Are we willing to pay them in exchange for allowing us to keep her?" Haley formed an idea and suggested it. "We can just lie. Tell them we dealt with her and collect the reward. She's not gonna terrorize the farmsteads anymore anyway although I guess she can't head in Ambran's direction anymore."
"Georgia, huh? Where'd that come from? If I may ask?"
~@Restalaan (YNG)~
"Ah, you're from the Guild? Of course, of course! Come inside!"
The church's interior was a whiplash. The Order's influence was still there; Holy symbols engraved on the walls and pillars, bright colors of blue and white and gold painted the surfaces and inspired holiness, the stained windows depicted holy and saintly figures bathed in beautiful light. On the other hand, there were busts and statues erected within that showed off the forms of voluptuous women in obscene poses. Portraits with erotic images hung on the walls. The fusion of these two things made the place appear more awkward than holy or lewd.
"Like I said, we're not done converting it so all of this feels a little off, no?"
The Dark Priest frowned, sympathetic. "Mmm, sounds like a string of failures. Just one after the other." She replied. "You know, there's a saying. 'When it rains, it pours'. It basically means that bad times tend to come together, rather than interspersed with the good." The Dark Priest adviced. "But surely you had done some good meanwhile, right? While you cannot ignore your shortcomings, you must neither ignore your victories."
"I hope my advice has helped." The Dark Priest finished. "Do you have a partner? Nothing raises the spirits like being in the arms of your beloved. Or having your beloved in you." She giggled.
"Oh, we don't practice martial arts here. We practice... other arts." The Dark Priest winked at you. "Although I hear there is a retired warrior here in Boreal Port. Nero, I believe his name is."
~@ShwiggityShwah, @13org (HUS)~
Once both Ozzy and the creature were done examining each other, the latter swiped some food from a trap to offer to the former, having thought that Ozzy wanted some food since he motioned to his mouth. Ozzy took it in stride though, glad at having found out that the creature was a compassionate one.
Haley cringed, though, when Ozzy accepted the food gift, a rotting carcass of a rabbit, and bit off of a very tiny part of it. She understood, of course, that it had to be done.
The creature's attention then shifted to the Siren, admiring the purple colors of her plume. Haley, despite being unsure about this white beast, indulged the curiosity and spread her wings. The Siren smiled a teasing grin as she showed off her wings. "Like what you see? Sorry, but I don't swing that way." She told the creature. Haley knew her words would not be understood, it was just a little remark.
"Can we keep her? She'd probably eat the guild out of house and home, but the job said Identify her. I still have no idea her species. This would call for more research. Maybe we discovered a new species. She's a brand new, first of her kind. We can name her Georgia! Maybe we could show them that she's friendly. I mean if-"
"I don't know, Ozzy. Even if we could convince them she's friendly, I doubt they'd just let it go. They might demand payment for the lost properties. Are we willing to pay them in exchange for allowing us to keep her?" Haley formed an idea and suggested it. "We can just lie. Tell them we dealt with her and collect the reward. She's not gonna terrorize the farmsteads anymore anyway although I guess she can't head in Ambran's direction anymore."
"Georgia, huh? Where'd that come from? If I may ask?"
~@Restalaan (YNG)~
"Greetings. I'm from the Guild, and one of the newer tenants. I was just taking a look around and seeing the area. If it's not too troubling, may I look at the inside of the church? I've never been into a church."
"Ah, you're from the Guild? Of course, of course! Come inside!"
The church's interior was a whiplash. The Order's influence was still there; Holy symbols engraved on the walls and pillars, bright colors of blue and white and gold painted the surfaces and inspired holiness, the stained windows depicted holy and saintly figures bathed in beautiful light. On the other hand, there were busts and statues erected within that showed off the forms of voluptuous women in obscene poses. Portraits with erotic images hung on the walls. The fusion of these two things made the place appear more awkward than holy or lewd.
"Like I said, we're not done converting it so all of this feels a little off, no?"
"Well...How should I say this? It has just been a rough time for me. I failed an old lady, couldn't stop or help a man from crashing to his death, and even the success I had is making things strained between Guildmaster Bart and Neil."
The Dark Priest frowned, sympathetic. "Mmm, sounds like a string of failures. Just one after the other." She replied. "You know, there's a saying. 'When it rains, it pours'. It basically means that bad times tend to come together, rather than interspersed with the good." The Dark Priest adviced. "But surely you had done some good meanwhile, right? While you cannot ignore your shortcomings, you must neither ignore your victories."
"I hope my advice has helped." The Dark Priest finished. "Do you have a partner? Nothing raises the spirits like being in the arms of your beloved. Or having your beloved in you." She giggled.
"But that's enough of me, I don't suppose your church has anyone practicing martial arts and such? I was hoping for a friendly spar or such. Even those lizardwoman or salamander would be a good test."
"Oh, we don't practice martial arts here. We practice... other arts." The Dark Priest winked at you. "Although I hear there is a retired warrior here in Boreal Port. Nero, I believe his name is."
I really like your Fire Emblem original setting. Interested in it but I think we need to smooth out details.
Oh and cherry~!
Oh and cherry~!
Hushabye
~@ShwiggityShwah, @13org (HUS)~
"Yeah, looks like it." Ozzy had made first contact and the white creature was... oddly okay with it. She was as curious about Ozzy as he was about her. It could've been worse, Haley thought. She could have been hostile or could have ran and forced the two Harpies into a harrowing chase.
Fortunately, all that happened was that both Ozzy and the creature got fascinated by each other. The sight of them inspecting each other was amusing to say the least and Haley was almost unsure if she should interrupt these two curious creatures but she and Ozzy was on a quest and they had to deal with this one way or another. Of course, they can just leave her alone but that would solve nothing.
"Ahem!" Haley cleared her throat to catch Ozzy's attention. "So what do we do about her? The farmers still want her head."
~@Restalaan (YNG)~
You followed Samuel towards Boreal Port. Once you neared the port, you ran out of places to hide and so entered the town ahead of Samuel. Surely he could not get lost this close, right?
The church that towered over every other building in the port appeared it still belonged to the Order with holy symbols and markings. Since Boreal Port is fully a monster-friendly town, it was doubtful that it still belonged to the Order.
Your knocks on the church doors were answered. Out came a woman in purple. Her fair skin was smooth and unblemished and her figure could catch men's eyes without effort. She was beautiful to say the least, and the saintly but sultry garments she wore only enhanced her alluring appearance. You notice that she has a devilish tail wrapped in chain behind her, which indicated to you that she was a Dark Priest.
"Ah, hello." She greeted you. Happily, not seductively as is the standard for Dark Priests. Maybe because you were a girl? "Welcome to this church of the Fallen God. I know it doesn't look like one right now but that's because we're not done converting it yet. So, can I help you?"
~@Stern Algorithm~
Talia was initially startled and confused at Sylvia's sudden outburst of laughter and became confused, and a bit suspicious, when Vivian mentioned that they had an embarrassing incident with Neil. "May I know what this embarrassing moment was?" The Cyclops asked with serious concern. Was she that deeply suspicious about Neil or perhaps...
"Hey, all." Neil greeted the monsters, coming from around the corner. A bit tired and exasperated from the looks of him. "I'm back."
Talia almost yelped in surprise. "Ah, Neil! W-Welcome back! Umm, are you already done with your quest? You're here pretty early. And didn't you go with Vară? Where is she?"
"Uhh, ahh," Neil stammered at the amount of questions thrown at him. "W-Well, I've got some bad news. We, me and Vară, encountered some people from her family. They practically forced her to come back with them. They invited me to come too but uhh, I-I turned them down." He explained. "So, I guess we're fewer now. Also, I went back 'cause I don't think I could complete the quest by myself."
"Oh, I see. Well, I'm glad you didn't go." Talia realized the small slip and blushed but Neil did not appear to have noticed.
"Heh, yeah." Neil then beheld the work the monsters were currently doing. So far they had planted down some wooden posts for the fenced-off area for the Altissima sisters' herb garden but the fence itself was still not finished. "So, what're you guys up to?" He probably knew but he wanted to hear the answer anyway.
~@ShwiggityShwah, @13org (HUS)~
"Haley? I'm being examined."
"Yeah, looks like it." Ozzy had made first contact and the white creature was... oddly okay with it. She was as curious about Ozzy as he was about her. It could've been worse, Haley thought. She could have been hostile or could have ran and forced the two Harpies into a harrowing chase.
Fortunately, all that happened was that both Ozzy and the creature got fascinated by each other. The sight of them inspecting each other was amusing to say the least and Haley was almost unsure if she should interrupt these two curious creatures but she and Ozzy was on a quest and they had to deal with this one way or another. Of course, they can just leave her alone but that would solve nothing.
"Ahem!" Haley cleared her throat to catch Ozzy's attention. "So what do we do about her? The farmers still want her head."
~@Restalaan (YNG)~
You followed Samuel towards Boreal Port. Once you neared the port, you ran out of places to hide and so entered the town ahead of Samuel. Surely he could not get lost this close, right?
The church that towered over every other building in the port appeared it still belonged to the Order with holy symbols and markings. Since Boreal Port is fully a monster-friendly town, it was doubtful that it still belonged to the Order.
Your knocks on the church doors were answered. Out came a woman in purple. Her fair skin was smooth and unblemished and her figure could catch men's eyes without effort. She was beautiful to say the least, and the saintly but sultry garments she wore only enhanced her alluring appearance. You notice that she has a devilish tail wrapped in chain behind her, which indicated to you that she was a Dark Priest.
"Ah, hello." She greeted you. Happily, not seductively as is the standard for Dark Priests. Maybe because you were a girl? "Welcome to this church of the Fallen God. I know it doesn't look like one right now but that's because we're not done converting it yet. So, can I help you?"
~@Stern Algorithm~
"We'll do it, I mean, ahem, if it might end up being a threat to the Guild, we definitely should investigate, right? But since all we have is a small suspicion, no point making it a bigger deal than it needs to be, hence the secrecy. If it's nothing, then no harm done, right?"
"W-well, if Sylvia's okay with it, then, I guess...why not?"
Talia was initially startled and confused at Sylvia's sudden outburst of laughter and became confused, and a bit suspicious, when Vivian mentioned that they had an embarrassing incident with Neil. "May I know what this embarrassing moment was?" The Cyclops asked with serious concern. Was she that deeply suspicious about Neil or perhaps...
"Hey, all." Neil greeted the monsters, coming from around the corner. A bit tired and exasperated from the looks of him. "I'm back."
Talia almost yelped in surprise. "Ah, Neil! W-Welcome back! Umm, are you already done with your quest? You're here pretty early. And didn't you go with Vară? Where is she?"
"Uhh, ahh," Neil stammered at the amount of questions thrown at him. "W-Well, I've got some bad news. We, me and Vară, encountered some people from her family. They practically forced her to come back with them. They invited me to come too but uhh, I-I turned them down." He explained. "So, I guess we're fewer now. Also, I went back 'cause I don't think I could complete the quest by myself."
"Oh, I see. Well, I'm glad you didn't go." Talia realized the small slip and blushed but Neil did not appear to have noticed.
"Heh, yeah." Neil then beheld the work the monsters were currently doing. So far they had planted down some wooden posts for the fenced-off area for the Altissima sisters' herb garden but the fence itself was still not finished. "So, what're you guys up to?" He probably knew but he wanted to hear the answer anyway.
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