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5 mos ago
Current i'm not sure the appropriate use of an OLED TV is to play random scenic train videos but here we are
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swish
8 mos ago
Being truly on my own is a bit of a weird feeling. It's never really happened.
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9 mos ago
Let it never be said that sometimes extreme brevity isn't the most appropriate post, though. Everything is a tool.
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11 mos ago
a loaf is a surprisingly hard thing to make
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Near Lein


"I am Rui," the foreigner replied, straightening and proving to be a hair taller than the Hundi, if one were to discount the addition of ears to that height. She seemed entirely unaware of having picked the wrong language for the country they were in--that was if she even knew how to speak Thaln in the first place. Maybe Veltish was the only local language she knew? "I have been instructed to observe you."

If she found that order odd, she gave no sign of it, face an impassive mask as she stared at him over the wheelbarrow.

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Near Lein


Lein's path to the blacksmith was rather unexpectedly interrupted; one blink there was only empty corridor ahead--a simple turn off to the blacksmith in the courtyard beyond it--and the next there was a girl in front of him. The only other trace of her presence was a very faint woosh of displaced air, the girl herself appearing to have materialised from nowhere at all.

To call her appearance ''strange'' would be an understatement. For a start, there were the ears--tall, slender, and definitively lapine, marking her as extremely foreign as much as the unusual cast to her features. The ash-white hair tied back into a rough ponytail was a little strange, if not extremely. But working down from those... her clothes were incomprehensible in local styles. Some sort of deep blue half-robe with a white symbol recurring across its surface, and below that a nearly-black pair of pleated trousers. The sandals and their accompanying socks were no less strange.

But all of that became immediately less noticeable once one took in the most threatening thing the girl carried and its contradictions: a pair of curved swords, one longer than the other, thrust through a cloth belt. Something that only raised more questions, given her lopsided posture. After all, what use did a girl without her right arm have for two swords, let alone one with such a long handle? What use was a one-armed warrior missing the accompanying eye on a battlefield, especially if the fringes of the burns at her neck were even more extensive?

All of which was quite a lot to take in, one azure eye boring into Lein's before the stranger gave a bow and spoke in--accurate, though very unusually accented--Velt to him. "Greetings. You are Lein of the Iron Roses?"

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Tyaethe


"Make sure to let me know if anything else comes up," Tyaethe said, after a long pause, climbing to her feet. "I don't think anyone else has enough experience dealing with that woman's bizarre choices..."

With another sigh, the vampire returned to her usual seat, keeping the parasol on hand in case she needed to go find someone outside again. Hm, it felt like something was missing, now? Well, everything looked roughly the same, it wasn't the biggest issue. Maybe the cushions were starting to get flat? There were a lot of them, and she was very light, but things still needed eventual replacing...
Lilia, Outside Candaeln


"Oh, well, um..." the elf-girl replied, looking away and blushing, "I... didn't? I just covered it with a glamour for the ball to get less attention, I would have to stay inside for weeks to lose it. Dad was a desert elf, see, so... oh, and I spend a lot of time outside, that helps."

A variety of expressions flickered over her face, before she settled on, "If it's not too much trouble...? I don't want to take up any of your valuable time, you're an important knight and I'm just some elf! I don't mind if you just tell me where to go, I can wait!"
Lilia, Outside Candaeln


The direct address seemed to spook the elf, hand leaping instantly to her sword and angling to face Fionn before the actual words caught up and she relaxed, still seeming rather nervous. "Ah, yes, I was at the ball..."

There was some nervous shuffling, the girl looking back over her shoulder at the busier adjoining road that lead away from Candaeln, briefly grimacing and then turning back towards Fionn, once again only nervous rather than prepared for a fight.

"Um, I was with my mum, see, and she said she'd speak to the Iron Roses, said they wanted good people all the time, and if I was really that sure it would be a good idea, she'd be safe and look after auntie for a decade or two, and then I could introduce myself and, uh... well, I don't know if she did that, I was busy helping out some farmers, and I think she might've but maybe she just said she was still going to do it, and I don't know who I'd want to talk to anyway, you can't just go up to the captain, and it's rude to just walk in without an invitation, so I've been waiting out here just in case, but I don't know if I should knock or... um... sorry?"
Outside Candaeln


People looking at Candaeln from the outside couldn't really be considered unusual--it was a landmark, famous, and rather intimidating to approach. It was rather less common for someone to seem so shifty while doing it, given the reputation of the knights that lived within. Nonetheless, the elf standing a short way from the main entrance was managing that, occasionally moving a bit closer before going back to leaning against a nearby wall, fidgeting all the while.

It might take anyone that met her at the ball a minute to recognise Lilia, but the hair colour was a big giveaway, as was the ornate sword still strapped to her waist. Her clothing was miles away from the militaristic uniform she had been wearing at the time--still dominated by greens, but much brighter in colour. A loose, almost alarmingly short skirt; a sleeveless tunic; and some sort of cream cardigan that had to be entirely decorative, given that it was lacy and almost entirely holes. The glossy, expensive boots had been replaced with some pretty simple sandals.

More than all that, though, there was the tan. The elf at the ball had been as pale as her mother, but now possessed a complexion that wouldn't have looked out of place in the southern reaches of Etrial, on the edge of the desert. Still, there was only likely to be one incredibly awkward and gangly high elf in Aimlenn at a time.
Tyaethe


"Shouldn't be too hard, they ought to stick out..." Tyaethe said, thinking about it. Well, stick out if you could see them, she'd need to go find glasses for that. Or just listen for the extremely out of place accent, that might do it. "It's not too much of a concern if Merilia's doing something, she's literally unable to do anything of harm to the knights, at worst it's annoying pranks or unexplained attempts at helping, but..."

'Harmless' could still be extremely annoying, when you were a mage with all the time in the world and far too many tricks to fall back on. Rearranging all the doors in Candaeln to open to some other room than the one they were supposed to for an afternoon, for instance, hadn't actually hurt anyone, but it had been maddening. And, of course, Elionne hadn't been able to find the source and demand that she undo it, because none of the doors (or windows, for that matter) had opened onto Merilia's own quarters at that point.

The vampire continued to look at the brightly-coloured blurs in front. Hm, had whatever she was doing not affected Steffen? It didn't seem right; the painting obviously made people talk about the artist far more, but surely there was no way that could drive so much discussion a year later?

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Gisela


"I shall remain in reserve," Gisela stated... not that it was ever much in question. If an enemy had even an inkling of caution, blatantly putting a mage into a group would throw out all considerations of bait. There was no way to easily gauge how advantageous it would be to attack in such a situation--did you really have the superiority that you expected? Or could this all be reversed with a single spell?

Not that the Hundi would be of such use in an ambush scenario, making it even more important that she come in with the reinforcements. Hers was not the ability to swiftly change the fate of small-scale engagements, she would be much more useful once the enemy was there in force and separated from the fighting.
Tyaethe


"I can come up with plenty of uses for a painting like that," the girl remarked, which was an odd statement given her apparent age, "But it's absolutely not the sort of thing a knightly order should be trafficking in. We have some standards to maintain, and not being purveyors of inexplicably detailed obscenity is one of those."

Tyaethe kicked her legs absent-mindedly as Steffen kept talking. "So... nobody has already shown up? There hasn't been a surge in people talking about rabbits? It's not that they would be a problem..." well, probably? Taking on total strangers there was no easy way to send home until Merilia came to pick them up again was a bit beyond the order's usual remit, but it was hardly like sheltering another person would be much of a burden to them. "But if she hasn't send another problematic painting over, and there hasn't been a sign of any sort of Akitsushiman walking around Candaeln, then why have people been talking about Merilia so much? She's not exactly popular."
Elastasia


Reading over the contract, she didn't see anything too problematic... although she was hardly a legal expert, it wasn't like the shopkeeper was actively trying to put one over on her, and she had some education in the topic. Authorising payment, confirming the identity of the purchaser... if he had some wax, she could even imprint a seal on it to make it more official. All in all, she had no problem with signing this.

"I take it the magical contract would be in addition to the paperwork?" Elastasia asked, hands hovering over the page. No sense signing both if it wasn't, but as soon as it was confirmed that it was, she'd add her signature--in all its flourished, calligraphic glory--to the documents.
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