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Vyandar Urthac


Damn it all, why had he agreed to be out here again? Vyandar grumbled in displeasure as he trudged along the riverbank, his eyes peeled for any sign of the unusual. The question was rhetorical, but the sheer tedium of the investigation was still getting to him. He'd thought that overhearing the guards the previous night meant that there would be imperial soldiers out and about in the farmlands, but so far, there'd been nothing.

The dragonborn let a small wisp of flame loose from his lips in irritation as mud continued to splash over his greaves. It would have been one thing if he'd had a mount like his fellow Envoys on this case did, but he'd never been much of a rider in the first place. He'd spent too much time in his youth learning both clerical magics and martial combat as it was. Adding riding and cavalry training to the mix wouldn't have been feasible. Plus, not many mounts could hold a large dragonborn with full harness in the first place. In any case, hopefully either Kyra or Aurelian was having better luck in the search.

Vyandar continued to slog along the riverbank upstream, resisting the urge to waste magical power on casting a sending spell just to check in with either of the other two.
Valeriya Zhukova


Well, that entire affair had been a considerable waste of time, all things considered. Shou may have been tolerable, but Valeriya had been very unimpressed with Ryuuko after that absolute debacle with the Manbat. So when the Japanese girl simply left the island after the trial, Valeriya was about as sad to see her go as she had been with Jeanne. In other words, she practically celebrated by having a few drinks and hopping into someone else's bed for the night.

Speaking of beds, the news that Lucretia was moving out of her dorm and rooming with that Mesmerology hack Franz took Valeriya by surprise as much as anyone else. Given how socially stunted the girl was, she hadn't exactly given Val much warning about what she was going to do. Not that Valeriya was going to take offense. She didn't have all the information, and for all she knew, the little German was rooming with the Austrian because she needed someone more pliable or pathetic to dorm with. Oh, well. At least privacy issues were much less of a concern now that she had an entire dorm to herself.

Once everything with the trial was said and done, Valeriya dutifully drafted another coded report back to the Motherland, sending it off as soon as she was able. Within it was a brief summary of the situation, as well as details of the major players that she'd been involved with. So the Manbat, Shou, and Ryuuko.

Days after everything had settled down, Valeriya returned to her ideal routine. Working on her projects, experiencing world cuisine around the island's restaurants, and generally just enjoying herself as she awaited further orders from her handlers.
Nakano Nagi

Mentions: Asumi@Ambra, Munehisa@Solace, Masashi@Zombehs


"Yeah, yeah, my bad." Nagi grunted in response to Asumi, still just rolling with this cover story. "What can I say? Mune's goddamn hopeless sometimes. Anyways, Chen's dad a better cook than me, then? Don't do much Chinese, myself."

She sighed to herself as Masa clearly didn't buy their excuse and took the opportunity to fuck off. Probably gonna have to make it up to him, just so he didn't have something to hold against her for whoever knew how long. Whatever, she'd get him food or something later. For now, there was still other shit to get done. Like accompanying Asumi to see...a half-dead crow, if hers and Masa's words were any indication.

"Uh..." Nagi raised an eyebrow as she let Asumi drag her along. "Asumi, I know you wanna be a vet and shit, but if this crow's as fucked up as Masa was making it out to be, shouldn't you have taken it to the actual vet? Also I ain't really a bird girl. More of a..." She paused, tapping her chin with her free hand in thought. "Shit, what animal do I like? I dunno, fuck it, Buchimaru's a panda, so that, I guess. Anyways, we're here, so let's see your fuckin' crow, then."
Rune:

Generally, I would say having some skill in blood magic plus a secondary affinity would be a good idea.


Also Rune:

"why everyone take blood magic"
Nakano Nagi

Mentions: Asumi@Ambra, Munehisa@Solace, Masashi@Zombehs


Well, wasn't this a cavalcade of fuckups? Nagi closed her eyes and suppressed a groan as Masashi described how the rest of her friend group and associated hangers-on somehow got themselves involved with what sounded like a serial killer case. Son of a bitch. If anything, this kind of shit was just going to make the fucking curfew even worse. And wasn't that just a bundle of fun?

Of course, Mune beating her to the punch on making up an excuse was bad in the immediate sense. Asumi would buy that godawful story just from her nosy ass wanting to set her best friend up with someone. Masa, on the other hand...well, they'd known each other long enough that he could most likely smell the bullshit from a mile away about that being hilariously out of character for herself. At least that part Nagi could salvage a bit.

"Oh, for fuck's sake. Let's not get it twisted." Nagi sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Translation: I conned Mune into buying me food. He asked me for dating tips and I told him to stop being a pussy and go to the gym until he had a six-pack and some arms. The end. Let's get back to the important part. No one said anything stupid when you were being questioned, right?"
DRAGON'S DOGMA 2 ANNOUNCED

THE WIND IS PUSHING MEEEEEEEEEE
INTO THE CLOUDS AGAIN, I FEEL THE BLOOD IN MY VEINS
TIME IS RUNNING FREEEEEEEE



Possibly interested if you still have slots. No worries if you don't.
Vyandar Urthac


It seemed his concerns were unfounded. From the moment the first aasimar walked into the tavern, Vyandar instinctively knew she was a fellow Envoy. Then the obvious devotee to Sol in the fancy armor. Another aasimar. Two more humans. His fellow creations of the gods certainly weren't very imaginative in choosing their hosts by race, were they? Not even an elf or even half of one among them. And it seemed a few had heard his little sermon in the city center. It was wasted on them, of course. Converting a fellow Envoy to the sole worship of another god was unthinkable, if not impossible. Agamemnon, Sol, Qhalus, Reemis, and Astarte. What an...eclectic bunch of choices.

"It's good to be appreciated, though I was hoping for converts." The dragonborn grunted back to the apparent Envoy of Agamemnon, examining her for a moment. "Hm. You're clearly not the Empress of Brudel. Odd. If your patron would have had anyone represent him, I'd figured it would have been her." He said quietly before taking a swig of ale. No sense in sounding like a lunatic by saying that they were all envoys of the gods as loudly as he could.

Vyandar continued to eat and drink as he examined his fellow Envoys. Of course, first impressions mattered little in the long run, especially considering he'd yet to see how they fared in battle. But at a first glance...well, at the very least, the one known as Orial damn well couldn't be trusted with the party's funds, if she squandered her own so readily on a pint for the house. Especially considering she was Qhalus's Envoy.

The innkeeper's interruption brought some thought to Vyandar's mind. He wanted to reject the offer outright, if only because it wasn't a guaranteed battle on top of the fact that missing militiamen had little to do with Sol or the Ancients. But...they'd been called to this tavern specifically for a reason. Was this seemingly trite job divine intervention, perhaps? But why? A chance to speak to this city's marshal? Was that it?

The cleric waited for the innkeeper to leave their earshot before speaking, finishing one last bite of his meal.

"Vyandar Urthac. Was already a cleric of Anhur before all this began. He grunted, introducing himself.

"In any case, it's likely not coincidence that we were called here specifically. Unless Sol's champion understands more of our orders than the rest of us do, I'm to believe that this is divine providence. Either we find something to help us along this path, or the reward of speaking to that lord leads us somewhere." Vyandar rasped his two coppers, jerking a finger in Aurelian's direction.

"In any case, outside of taking that job, I've no other ideas at the moment. Unless we all care to raid the Empire." He stated, entirely serious. "Look at our domains. Empires, the Sun, Debauchery, Vengeance, and both representatives of War. Evidently, our patrons had something especially violent for us in mind."
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