@harinezumikoukenI'll admit that I base my spelling of dwarfs on the fact that Warhammer Fantasy and Discworld were the first fantasy settings I ever really got into and they both spelled it like that. And also that Tolkein admitted that his spelling it "dwarves" is grammatically incorrect. XD
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Well, this could be Martina's chance to grab some Delacroix booty educate Marianne in the ways of the dwarves.
"Dwarfs, not dwarves! GRUUUUUUUUUUDGE!"
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He likes to greet people like a shy dwarf! He is misunderstood!
Funnily enough, Martina only ever seems to greet Fanilly like that for some reason.
"That's silly, tiny Nem person! Skeletons don't get up and walk like that!" Jolokia crossed her arms and nodded sagely. "Technically they're Skellingtons. Otherwise they wouldn't be walking."
The Masalan knew she wasn't exactly the sharpest sword in the armoury, but her swordmaster had made sure to try and teach her at least something other than how to hit things with a sharp chunk of metal. One of the few things that had actually stuck was proper terminology, and thus she was reasonably sure that skeletons were just piles of dead bones, whilst the undead monster form of them were specifically called Skellingtons. Then again, her swordmaster also claimed that she'd met the founder of Asteri, fought an epic duel against the Dreadmaster herself, and that goblins kept sabotaging her cooking, so anything she said should probably have been taken with a pinch of salt.
Unfortunately, Jolokia was too naive and, well, stupid to do so.
"But anyways, um... Quick is my middle name! Well, not really, I don't really have a middle name but um... Um..." It took a moment for her brain to get back into gear. "...Charge! Raaaaah!"
And with that, a green blur sped past Arufi, and in what seemed like the time it took for the Nem to blink five of the Skellingtons had already been reduced to a pile of lifeless bones on the ground. It didn't take long for the others to start moving, and as one raised its sword to strike Jolokia a flash of gleaming steel cleaved its way straight through the rusty weapon... And the Skellington's ribcage, causing it too to crumble, the undead creature now simply being dead-dead. But now, several more of the undead began surrounding Jolokia, seven in total, their corroded weaponry raised with malicious intent...
The Masalan knew she wasn't exactly the sharpest sword in the armoury, but her swordmaster had made sure to try and teach her at least something other than how to hit things with a sharp chunk of metal. One of the few things that had actually stuck was proper terminology, and thus she was reasonably sure that skeletons were just piles of dead bones, whilst the undead monster form of them were specifically called Skellingtons. Then again, her swordmaster also claimed that she'd met the founder of Asteri, fought an epic duel against the Dreadmaster herself, and that goblins kept sabotaging her cooking, so anything she said should probably have been taken with a pinch of salt.
Unfortunately, Jolokia was too naive and, well, stupid to do so.
"But anyways, um... Quick is my middle name! Well, not really, I don't really have a middle name but um... Um..." It took a moment for her brain to get back into gear. "...Charge! Raaaaah!"
And with that, a green blur sped past Arufi, and in what seemed like the time it took for the Nem to blink five of the Skellingtons had already been reduced to a pile of lifeless bones on the ground. It didn't take long for the others to start moving, and as one raised its sword to strike Jolokia a flash of gleaming steel cleaved its way straight through the rusty weapon... And the Skellington's ribcage, causing it too to crumble, the undead creature now simply being dead-dead. But now, several more of the undead began surrounding Jolokia, seven in total, their corroded weaponry raised with malicious intent...
"You... You seriously wish to do this without any reward?" The old man grasped Arufi's hands, shaking them rather vigourously. "May the blessings of all the gods be upon you! And... And I assure you, gallant young Masalan," He repeated the gesture to Jolokia, who gleefully shook back, "I assure you that I shall buy you any meal you wish if you bring back my daughter!"
"Any... Meal...?" Jolokia didn't need to be told twice, although she had to stop for a moment to wipe the drool off her chin. Any meal! That means she could have not only both the ribeye and the hotpot, but... But dessert too! There was no way she was going to turn down this quest! "Alright! Let's go, tiny Nem person!"
The eastern borders of Akerfield somehow seemed even more deserted than the rest of town, as though people were actively avoiding being in the shadow of Crystal Mountain. Despite the name, it seemed to be made of the same kind of rock as most mountains, although apparently the name was a loose translation of the old elvish name for it. Supposedly, the ancient empire of the High Elves used to have a settlement here, which was another reason why the townsfolk tended to avoid getting too close to it. But as Jolokia and Arufi approached the base of the mountain, it became apparent that there was even more reason to avoid it now, as standing sentry on the only passageway up were some rather pale, skinny looking soldiers. Incredibly skinny, really, so skinny that their bones seemed to be in plain view. So skinny, in fact, that they lacked any kind of flesh at all. Their eyes were little more than glowing pools of sickly green, and their armour and weapons were caked with rust. Thankfully, the bony sentries didn't seem to be paying much attention to the oncoming adventurers, doing little more than standing silently.
Still, Jolokia had already drawn her sword. The surface of the blade gleamed as though it was brand new, almost blindingly so as the sunlight reflected off it.
"Aw, just look at their swords!" she sighed, giving the sentries a critical glance. "They're all... Beat up and rusty! It's so sad that someone would treat their swords like that..."
"Any... Meal...?" Jolokia didn't need to be told twice, although she had to stop for a moment to wipe the drool off her chin. Any meal! That means she could have not only both the ribeye and the hotpot, but... But dessert too! There was no way she was going to turn down this quest! "Alright! Let's go, tiny Nem person!"
The eastern borders of Akerfield somehow seemed even more deserted than the rest of town, as though people were actively avoiding being in the shadow of Crystal Mountain. Despite the name, it seemed to be made of the same kind of rock as most mountains, although apparently the name was a loose translation of the old elvish name for it. Supposedly, the ancient empire of the High Elves used to have a settlement here, which was another reason why the townsfolk tended to avoid getting too close to it. But as Jolokia and Arufi approached the base of the mountain, it became apparent that there was even more reason to avoid it now, as standing sentry on the only passageway up were some rather pale, skinny looking soldiers. Incredibly skinny, really, so skinny that their bones seemed to be in plain view. So skinny, in fact, that they lacked any kind of flesh at all. Their eyes were little more than glowing pools of sickly green, and their armour and weapons were caked with rust. Thankfully, the bony sentries didn't seem to be paying much attention to the oncoming adventurers, doing little more than standing silently.
Still, Jolokia had already drawn her sword. The surface of the blade gleamed as though it was brand new, almost blindingly so as the sunlight reflected off it.
"Aw, just look at their swords!" she sighed, giving the sentries a critical glance. "They're all... Beat up and rusty! It's so sad that someone would treat their swords like that..."
@tobiaxI dunno, none of them really seem to be clicking with me for some reason. ^^;
The old man beamed in joy as both Jolokia and Arufi approached him. He hadn't even expected there to be one adventurer in town, so to find two was a godsend. Making a note to give an extra large offering to the Church of Aster later, he held out his arms as his voice boomed out unnecessarily loud throughout the tavern.
"You must help us, brave travellers! Though you have clearly come from far," he intoned, as he noted their unusual appearances, "We, the humble people of Akerfield, implore your aid! For you see-"
"So you'll give us anything if we help you?" Jolokia cut him off, her crimson eyes practically the size of saucers as she leaned eagerly towards the old man, her long green ponytail bobbing frantically back and forth. "Like... Like you'll buy me the ribeye and the hotpot?"
The old man... Was not sure how to respond to this. The girl was clearly a Masalan, there was no mistaking it. The red eyes, those pointed ears, the ever-so-slightly noticable fangs... It had been a long time since he'd met one, of course, but he'd always remembered them as being rather wise and contemplative, albeit a bit too overeager once they got going with anything. And, well... Whilst he remembered their vast appetites, he was sure that food wasn't the only thing they thought of. Maybe she was just delirious from hunger. Yes, that had to be it.
Still, he felt it was wiser to speak to the Nem first. Whilst many in these parts would mistake such a small girl for a child, someone as learned and well-travelled as himself could immediately recognize a Nem when he saw one.
"It is... Rather unusual to see one of your kind, Netuyem." He couldn't help but use the full name of the Nem race, even if it made him seem somewhat pretentious. After all, a venerable soul such as himself had to keep up appearances. "We are desperately in need! Night after night, our fair town of Akerfield is placed under seige by... By unnatural forces! They... They keep taking away our children to the mountains! My... My dear, sweet daughter disappeared last night, and... And I must beg of you, in the name of Aster, and of your Ila-Nem and..." He took a moment to turn his attention back to Jolokia, who was still staring expectantly at him, her eyes wide and her smile gormless. "And your Tamarind, I beg of you... Please, help us!"
"You must help us, brave travellers! Though you have clearly come from far," he intoned, as he noted their unusual appearances, "We, the humble people of Akerfield, implore your aid! For you see-"
"So you'll give us anything if we help you?" Jolokia cut him off, her crimson eyes practically the size of saucers as she leaned eagerly towards the old man, her long green ponytail bobbing frantically back and forth. "Like... Like you'll buy me the ribeye and the hotpot?"
The old man... Was not sure how to respond to this. The girl was clearly a Masalan, there was no mistaking it. The red eyes, those pointed ears, the ever-so-slightly noticable fangs... It had been a long time since he'd met one, of course, but he'd always remembered them as being rather wise and contemplative, albeit a bit too overeager once they got going with anything. And, well... Whilst he remembered their vast appetites, he was sure that food wasn't the only thing they thought of. Maybe she was just delirious from hunger. Yes, that had to be it.
Still, he felt it was wiser to speak to the Nem first. Whilst many in these parts would mistake such a small girl for a child, someone as learned and well-travelled as himself could immediately recognize a Nem when he saw one.
"It is... Rather unusual to see one of your kind, Netuyem." He couldn't help but use the full name of the Nem race, even if it made him seem somewhat pretentious. After all, a venerable soul such as himself had to keep up appearances. "We are desperately in need! Night after night, our fair town of Akerfield is placed under seige by... By unnatural forces! They... They keep taking away our children to the mountains! My... My dear, sweet daughter disappeared last night, and... And I must beg of you, in the name of Aster, and of your Ila-Nem and..." He took a moment to turn his attention back to Jolokia, who was still staring expectantly at him, her eyes wide and her smile gormless. "And your Tamarind, I beg of you... Please, help us!"
Just a silly little thing between me and @VitaVitaAR to serve three purposes: to get me into the rhythm of posting regularly, to help me flesh out the fantasy world of Theia, and to just have fun with a friend. So... Yeah!
Akerfield was never the most important town in Theia, really. Nestled somewhere vaguely in the middle of the great kingdom of Asteri, it was little more than a small farming village that had for some reason grown beyond its bounds and ended up being three times the size it really needed to be. Still, it was a decent enough pitstop on the way to Bel-Ensia, where any adventurer worth their salt ended up in search of, well, adventure... And thus, a young Masalan swordswoman had found herself in a tavern called The Black Unicorn, and was currently faced with one of the most difficult decisions of her life.
"Aaaah... The kittycattle ribeye... Or the house special hotpot?" To be perfectly honest, as a Masalan Jolokia could probably have eaten both and had plenty of room to spare. But unfortunately for her, the coinpurse her swordmaster had given her as part of her graduation present had grown rather light lately, and she only had enough money for one. "I wanna try both though..."
Her grumbling echoed throughout the tavern, which seemed strangely empty. Usually, such a place was a hotbed of activity, as adventurers knew that the best place to find quest leads and travelling companions were taverns. It was why so many famous adventuring parties first met up in a tavern, really. And yet today there was barely anyone here, with only a few other travellers keeping to themselves in the corners of the room, few of them looking suited for the adventuring life. Actually, the entire town had been oddly quiet when Jolokia arrived, but the Masalan hadn't really given it much thought. She wasn't really much for thinking, after all.
"I wish I had more Suns... My tummy really wants both of them..." The Gold Sun was the standard coin used in Asteri, with the smaller Silver Crowns being used whenever change was concerned. And unfortunately for Jolokia, she only had six suns left, enough to buy one of her chosen dishes but not both.
It was during her lament that an old man, his beard trailing out from the hood that covered his face, burst his way into The Black Unicorn, his breath short as he buckled over in exhaustion. It was as though he'd ran all the way across town to get here, really.
"ADVENTURERS!" he yelled as soon as he got his breath back, his hands raised to the air in desperation. "Great Aster, Lord of the Sun and bringer of light, I implore you! Please, please let there be adventurers here this morn! I'm willing to pay any price they ask if only they'd help me!"
Jolokia spun around in her seat so fast that you'd be forgiven for expecting to hear a sonic boom, her eyes wide and almost sparkling. Anything? Maybe, just maybe, she'd found her (quite literal) meal ticket!
"Aaaah... The kittycattle ribeye... Or the house special hotpot?" To be perfectly honest, as a Masalan Jolokia could probably have eaten both and had plenty of room to spare. But unfortunately for her, the coinpurse her swordmaster had given her as part of her graduation present had grown rather light lately, and she only had enough money for one. "I wanna try both though..."
Her grumbling echoed throughout the tavern, which seemed strangely empty. Usually, such a place was a hotbed of activity, as adventurers knew that the best place to find quest leads and travelling companions were taverns. It was why so many famous adventuring parties first met up in a tavern, really. And yet today there was barely anyone here, with only a few other travellers keeping to themselves in the corners of the room, few of them looking suited for the adventuring life. Actually, the entire town had been oddly quiet when Jolokia arrived, but the Masalan hadn't really given it much thought. She wasn't really much for thinking, after all.
"I wish I had more Suns... My tummy really wants both of them..." The Gold Sun was the standard coin used in Asteri, with the smaller Silver Crowns being used whenever change was concerned. And unfortunately for Jolokia, she only had six suns left, enough to buy one of her chosen dishes but not both.
It was during her lament that an old man, his beard trailing out from the hood that covered his face, burst his way into The Black Unicorn, his breath short as he buckled over in exhaustion. It was as though he'd ran all the way across town to get here, really.
"ADVENTURERS!" he yelled as soon as he got his breath back, his hands raised to the air in desperation. "Great Aster, Lord of the Sun and bringer of light, I implore you! Please, please let there be adventurers here this morn! I'm willing to pay any price they ask if only they'd help me!"
Jolokia spun around in her seat so fast that you'd be forgiven for expecting to hear a sonic boom, her eyes wide and almost sparkling. Anything? Maybe, just maybe, she'd found her (quite literal) meal ticket!
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@EnnuiThat is basically what I've been doing lately, honestly. XD And... I mean I've been writing a LOT more lately so I dunno, maybe it's working. Maybe.
Just hope my quality isn't suffering too much because of it, though. ^^;
Just hope my quality isn't suffering too much because of it, though. ^^;
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