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@CelesteEste

Alright, accepted!

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Might start this out soon.
Dubious Wares And Questionable Methods
~@13org (FYR)~

You make your way to Boreal Port and reach it by midday without any incident. It was a peaceful little port town with no remarkable features save for a large church that stood out amongst the other structures.

At the entrance was a noticeable carriage. Noticeable because it appeared expensive, its wooden parts were well-polished, it had four horses pulling it and the cargo it carried was secured with ropes with a colorless cover draped over it. On the carriage's helm was a middle-aged man in a red sweater and black trousers. Despite having short hair on his head, he had respectable facial hair.

He was in a relaxed pose with his hands behind his head until he saw you. "Hey! It is you from the guild! I've heard there was bunny man in guild!" He got up to greet you. His thick accent apparent. "Ah, it does not look we know each other yet. I am George Costava. A humble businessman and entrepreneur."

Hopping out of his carriage, he continued. "Weird. Last time it was gentleman and his monster harem that helped me so I expect them now. Do you know what happened to them?"



Black Wolf
~@Restalaan (YNG)~

Freyr had left earlier than you so you two did not have the chance to go to Boreal Port together. Nevertheless, you knew where the farm was in the port town and you made a beeline there.

Arriving at the farm, you see a small crowd had gathered at the location. The farm was at the outskirts of the port town so seeing these many people was quite strange. You hear the words uttered by the crowd and you find out that there was apparently an Order knight that turned up out of nowhere and was now in Nero's abode. Although, the knight had done nothing so far.

You push past the crowd and see that inside the farm's pasture, there was indeed a knight in full armor sitting on a hay bale. There were two symbols in his tabbard, one you recognize as the Order's symbol and the other the head of a black-furred wolf with yellow eyes. His great helm sat on his lap and upon seeing his face, it was Nero himself!

"Glad you could make it, blondie." He said upon seeing you, standing up from the hay bale.

"You know her?" An average-looking Holstaur asked. You noticed earlier that this cow monster was doing her best assuring the crowd that this Order knight was no one dangerous.

"Yep. She's the one I'm waiting for." Nero replied before making his way to you. "Don't worry, I'll explain later."

"You better."

"A clear pasture. Quite the audience. Looks like a great place to fight, no?" Nero said. "You got a weapon, monk? I have some that you can borrow but I'm afraid they're not very Eastern in design."



That's What Friends Do
~@Stern Algorithm~

"What's at Ravager's Rest?"
Sylvia Altissima


"From what I've gathered, it's the go-to refuge for those fleeing Varjo." Haley answered. "But old habits die hard and the refugees there go all bandit-y if they stay there long enough, causing trouble for people living near there as well as travelers."

"But the fortress' occupants do not last very long there." Talia chimed in. "They usually integrate into the Shrine Of Eros after a time. But then another group comes and the whole process starts again. It would be nice if they went to the Shrine instead of the Rest but these people have been raised distrusting Eros and her followers."

"The general plan of the solution was to close off Ravager's Rest to force the refugees into the Shrine. But that's easier said than done." Haley concluded. "Although it looks to me that someone's actually going to do it and needs out help."

"I'll go with you two, by the way." Neil told the Altissima sisters as he arrived. "Someone's gonna have to push you and your cart."

"I'll continue working on your garden, by the way. I wish you well in your quest." Talia added. "Need anything else before you leave?"
@Stern Algorithm

Man, you had to ruin it!

4) Do not post your character in the Characters Tab. Only I have dominion there.
Da Rules


Well whatever, it's time to wait for more players. If there are any :'(
@Stern Algorithm

Alright! Accepted.
~ Crown Of Thaln ~


Interacted with: @Crimson Paladin


"Everyone has to start somewhere, and you're off to a decent start. Iron Rose, veteran of the skirmish that slew Bandit King Jeremiah. In my book, you've done more to earn your place here than a lot of nobility your age. With Thaln's aristocracy diminished by Cal's rebellion and the Iron Roses' role in squashing it, it is an opportune time for aspiring knights to cement themselves as nobility by their deeds. And the prestige of being part of the order is far more meaningful for warriors like ourselves than the prestige associated with being born to an influential family."
Fleuri Jodeau


Jarde was not at all assured by Fleuri's words. "Maybe I'm off to a decent start, but it's still just a start. Like, a literal start. You and the other knights here have already fought many times, enough to actually be called veterans. I mean, look at Sir Gerard over there." He motioned to the mentioned knight, surrounded by three noble girls. "I know he just joined the order like me, but he's got background. No doubt the reason why he's surrounded like that. Meanwhile, all I have is that little skirmish yesterday and I didn't even do much there." Jarde continued beating himself up.

"Maybe I will become a veteran someday. Fight in several battles and earn glory, and actually have reason to be here. But right now, I don't. I don't belong here." Jarde concluded before sporting a goofy grin. "But I'm souring the mood, aren't I? This is a party! Let's enjoy it the best we can, yeah?"

"Oh, and speaking of your borrowed outfit, a word of advice. Be careful if you sample the red wines, they leave very noticeable stains. I made that mistake once and ended up spilling it on a tunic that had been in my family for generations."
Fleuri Jodeau


Jarde chuckled. "Don't worry, Sir Fleuri. I don't drink so I'm free from that. Unless of course someone else spills them on me, but then at least it won't be my fault. Unless I mistakenly bump into them, but that would be unlikely. I'm not a noble but I'd like to think I'm nimble." Although, the armor he's wearing currently was hampering his nimbleness.

Sparing a glance to look for Fanilly, he found her with Lady Tyaethe and Sir Gillian conversing with a nobleman. He briefly wondered what they were talking about before returning to Sir Fleuri.
~ Crown Of Thaln ~


Interacted with: @Crimson Paladin


"Sir Devaron, the ball is quite a sight, isn't it? How does it feel, taking that first step into Thaln's high society?"
Fleuri Jodeau


Jarde's attention was called by an Iron Rose Knight, Sir Fleuri Jodeau. His clothes were black and white, his white mantle having a black sun symbol on it.

His looks and question reminded Jarde of thoughts he tried hard to ignore. "Uggghhhh. Did you have to remind me, Sir Jodeau?" He complained in an exaggerated manner. His joking, humorous side brought out. "I'm over here enjoying my thing and you walk up to me and ask about how 'outsider' I am?" He then chuckled to indicate it was a jest. At least partly.

"Anyway, it's great. I get to see things I haven't. Smell things that could never be smelled back where I came from." Jarde answered with a sad smile. "But, everyone's a noble here... and I'm just a farmer who got really lucky. The other non-noble knights' got something to their name so there's reason for them to be here. But not me, I feel like... No, I really don't belong here." Jarde then whispered. "...Not sure if I'll ever be."

"I mean, this armor isn't even mine!" Jarde immediately continued. "I had to borrow it from a fellow knight of ours because I got chosen to come, somehow."
~ Crown Of Thaln ~


After spreading the word, Jarde kicked back to relax for the rest of the day. Getting in some training here and there. He had postponed his capital exploration for tomorrow. The Captain and others would be off to the ball that day so it was basically a free day for the Iron Rose Knights.

The next day arrived and he was in for a rude awakening. A fellow knight had informed him that he was one of the chosen knights to attend the ball that evening with Captain Fanilly. Jarde's jaw dropped, to the floor if it could. Why? Why was he chosen? He was no one special. He literally just got there with the Iron Rose Knights and has only fought in a single battle. Did Fanilly even know him? Doubtful. So how? How did he, among all the knights, get chosen to attend the ball?

Tyaethe.

There was no concrete evidence but judging from how his interaction with Lady Tyaethe yesterday, she could have told Fanilly to pick him as part of her cohort in the ball. Again, there was no evidence but Jarde felt it was highly probably that that was what happened.

But what's done was done, Jarde was going whether he liked it or not. It was already the day of the ball, there was no time to go out and buy something for the ball. Not that he had money to actually buy something fitting for a ball. Fanilly and the messenger said to come in their best armor, so technically that meant any armor would do. Jarde thus went to a fellow knight he knew and begged to borrow his armor just for the evening. Fortunately, it was borrowed easily, only costing a small favor from Jarde in the future.

Evening rolled by and Jarde went with Captain Fanilly and the rest of the chosen knights. The suit of armor he wore was not comfortable and did not look up to par with the rest of the knights, being just an average and unpainted set of plates, but at least it was better than just his normal wear which was basically a peasant's garments.

They soon arrived at the Royal Castle, also known as 'The Crown Of Thaln' or 'Spikes Of Aimlenn'. Jarde has never seen the castle, at least not this close. The huge structure was such a grand sight, a sight that his folks back home will no doubt question him about. As they went in, Jarde admired its towers and walls. Its interior gardens filled with trees and flowers and ponds. The royal family had gardens inside! How was that even possible?

The Captain led the knights inside the castle and into its wide interior hall. Their presence was announced by a herald which Jarde found a bit embarrassing but he gawked in awe at the sights. The hall was beautifully well-lit and filled with guests just like outside. Tables lined the walls with plates upon plates of food Jarde has never seen before. He was not sure if he was allowed to eat it, but looking at them was enough to satisfy him.

Despite enjoying what he saw, Jarde felt out of place in the party. He was not highborn like practically everybody here, in their noble wear and apparel. The other knights, meanwhile, may not be born nobility but they were veterans, they had earned their place here. Meanwhile, Jarde had not. He had just started out as a knight and his entire background was just being a farmer trained by a mysterious figure from the east.

But mulling about isolation was not his thing and so Jarde wandered the hall admiring everything within, looking at the details so he could accurately describe them for his folks back home. A servant had come up to him offering wine in a glass, but Jarde turned her down. His mum warned him about all those 'demon drinks'.
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Southern District

Wayland Keep Dungeon




Both the Lot Knight and Iskah were surprised and awed at Vanessa's rather inspiring response slash speech.

*CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP*

The silence was broken by the quick and vigorous applause by, not Iskah nor the Lot Knight, but by the Salamander Katelyn who had apparently woken earlier and managed to listen to the short debate. After a couple of sniffles, Katelyn wipes the tears out of her eyes. "That was the most beautiful spiel I've ever heard." Iskah suppressed a laugh from the rather outrageous reaction while the Lot Knight stayed silent, unamused. "If Aun doesn't want to "

The hooded Lot Knight released the most exasperated sigh Vanessa has heard yet, and
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