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Amelia Payne

Location:Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
Skills: N/A




Alright if she felt bad and slightly embarrassed before, now she wanted to lock herself in a box and get burried down at the center of the earth. She was the only one who lost her meal at this... faul stentch! Especially after all the time they spend on the roads to still end this way and display herself in even worse light. She sighed as she heard Riley coming around asking if she was okey. Amelia just gave a wary sigh." Sort of... for now..." She mumbled also an additional reply, hiding her face now. This was not a nice way to their start here, not nice at all. She didn't quite pay attention to what the source of the chemical warfare weapon was doing or saying, mostly cause her attention was focused elsewhere though.

Suddenly the Atticus person came over with a glass of water and some encouraging words. " Thank you." She gave a few honest words of thanks to the map as she took the glass of water, drinking from it, trying to wash out the bile from her mouth. At least this guy seemed nice, unlike some of the others from this place they had seen. Amelia then smiled and nodded when Atticus went ahead to recount the tale of how he had lost his own lunch in hte past, making it sound like what she had done wasn't that great a deal and she was happy he did so. She smiled lightly and nodded, before thinking for a moment." Thank you, I feel better now." She gave in a rare more worded out sentence, especially considering she said it to someone she had just met, but she did feel grateful to the map now. Despite her shyness and the fact she wasn't sure they could quite trust these people.

Then just as she was beginig to settle with the situation once more a person entered the room, stating they had another person to join them. They had vaguely heard about it earlier. She turned around in that direction, wondering what kind of person was arriving now after them.


Constantin Kolev


Location: Road to Gretna Green From Port Annan
Skills: Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive)


"Indeed!" Constantin replied to Vlad's enthusiasm about hunting the flying multi-headed tentcled menace. They had a bone to pick with this thing and it was going to be in need of sorting out before long. Pride didn't allow to keep this unsolved, pride and grudge! Still grudge was only as good as the means of settling said grudge and they didn't have any of those right now. The creature they had encountered was an enigma, one that wasn't familar to Constantin in any bloody way. None of the circus folks seemed to know it and others seemed perplexed by it, otherwise reactions might have been different? Well maybe he should try to draw the thing as best as he could for easier time asking people if they knew it? Though he was seriously wondering how people didn't seem to be aware of the big scary flying monster. Where the hell had it popped out from? Some hole that led to hell? Or maybe it was a devil of some kind? Though considering things, he hadn't quite seen evidence devils existed... Well soulless were a thing, but they weren't really demons... probably.

Suddenly thinking on train of logic, Constantin reached a rather curious conclusion." Actually... hov did soulless came to be to begin vith?" He asked aloud with pondering voice as they were following the little Ludwig's directions on where to go. This appeared as random road picking to him, but who knew if it wasn't some secret thing." I don't mean hov more soulless appear, that ve knov. Vell for the most part, for those ve've trained and studied. Vhat I meant is... vhere did they came from ORIGINALLY? I mean, I never thought about it until nov. Hov did soulless happened to be a thing to begin with?" He asked, frankly not sure if anyone knew the asnwer, but it was a good question. He didn't know the answer and he felt curious about it.

Constantin then looked at the saddle bag." Hov you found anything, Ludvig?" He asked, it's been a lil since the German started his search." Any luck vith it?"
Kosara


Kosara took a deep breath as the battle had ended. She threw a glance at the driver and waved his hand to him in a manner telling him to get going, preferrably as far away from this city as possible. If mook demons rampaged like this and there was even a barricade set up, heck then there was the big bird thing too. There was something really bad going on in this city. It appeared quite the more serious than she had expected originally. Well good for her, more money, more dead demons and she'd get to sleep better tonight... Maybe.

Just as she was about to get going again, a gust of wind reached and washed over her. Her eyes narrowed menacingly as she sensed the demonic energies in the air. Her demonic blood was stirring up at hte sensation, it felt so familiar... and somehow unknown still. She could almost feel a calling and the demonic blood coarsing through her vein was reacting to it. The blood of her mother was calling out to follow. She frowned for a moment and then started walking further into the city. With a few jumps she was across the barricade and staring at the empty road. Well... someone had put guards in place by the looks of it.

Adjusting the volume on her mp3 player, she jumped from the barricade and started walking down the street deeper into the city. There was no point in going back, especially now that she knew there were demons rampaging about. She had work to do, a duty and a pleasure at hte same time. Though admittedly she could do for some food too... Thus she decided to keep her eyes open in case she finds a food stand or restaurant or something. chances were it would be abandoned, but hey maybe not and even if it was, she could still grab somethign from a store if she passed by one. Still she really wondered what this sensation she felt was... and who caused it. Was it connected to her mother in some fashion? If so... could it be... the one she always wanted to find? Now she was filled with anticipation.


Priscilla Harker



Location: Benha(Rose Gardens)
Skills: Athletics




Mosi was just having fun, testing out perfumes and all that. With a smile on her face she let the man place hte drop of the perfume on her skin to check how it actually reacts to her. She was just about to comment on the performance and if she liked it when all chaos broke loose. There was some buzzing then the bees started to show up for real. She felt stung right away as the man tactfully put some protection for himself and told her to run away." YOU'VE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME! OUCH!" She swung a hand around, trying to make hte things get away, but then realized the advice was probably the right one as she got stung more. It fucking hurt like hell so she bolted. Yeah, she who generally didn't feel afraid from many things, actually was forced to flee by bees! Never underestimate the power of BEES!

She dashed away, but hell these were rose guardens. Lots of flowers so lots of bees, and the buggers were everywhere. She had trouble keeping her eyes on the road as the bees were there, stinging away.' Fucking swear I will never again use perfumes!' Mosi's mind roared as she was trying to get away by running, but then she triped on something. What did she trip on? Was it a pebble? Was it a bottle? Was it her very own legs?! She had no idea really as she fall right to the ground with a hell of a lot of bees still going for her. Hell this was not how she imagined this day going. This was a bad day in the end of it. Maybe whatever curse had struck all the people lately had finally reached her too? She recalled Mahendra and his near drowning incident in the river. Well she had heard him and alerted people back then. It seemed there might not be someone to help her here though. She was trying to protect her face as a thought ran through her head.' Can a person die from... BEES!?' In either case the stingings bloody hurt and she had already lost count!
Prima Rave
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Location: Shadowell Manor: Second Floor Landing
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 6
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Having arrived at hte second Floor Landing, Rave while not the fastest of the group, at least didn't believe she was slowying down anyone. That said she paid attention to the words of the Lord of hte Manor. 5 floors... those were more than she thought initially, but it was a good thing to remember. Though, he didn't specify if in those also counted the underground basements. Maybe they did, maybe didn't, all that was yet to become known. Hell she suspected it was going to take a while to get to see all of the building even if they were allowed to roam somewhat, which she suspected they wouldn't be after this dinner.

Then there was the woman that had appeared and then went down the other staircase towards the Central Hall. Rave wondered who that was, but wasn't really sure if it was actually her place to ask that question. If their host or hte woman herself wanted, they would have been introduced by now. Maybe they will get introduced later? After all with the weather worsening, this whole group was stuck here for the long haul. Chances were they would have to learn who was who one way or another out of sheer necessity.

In the end though, she wasn't as amused by Titian and Moss. Their joke sounding comments felt a tad too attacking for her taste. She somewhat expected this of the big man so far he had shown his was playing by his own tune and didn't seem to care about what he said since he seemed so happy all hte time, but Moss's joke came as way too tasteless. This served as a reminder that in the end, she didn't really know these people and they didn't know her. In effect they were all strangers with the exception of the Lord and his servants and family who knew each other. She sighed, smiled and then spoke out." Surely, there's not a need to actually run up the stairs to keep up, no? Some people walk faster than others, that's normal." She added in calm voice.


Amelia Payne

Location:Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
Skills: N/A




And just as things seemed to be calming down and all that, something weird happened. There was a really weird sound... a sound that caused awkwardness to show on her face as she realized what it was and where it came from. The word Dumbo didn't quite made it any better as her face froze in a shocked expression before she regained her bearings and pulled her eyes away and down to the book that she had found to continue reading. She thought to herself that there were all manners of people out there still and frankly living as they were all until now, manners weren't really the great focus for all of them. She shouldn't judge and she chose not to, instead she focused on the book. At least the rhymes in the book were easy to pull the attention into, made the mind work as the rhyming happened.

Sure enough the Atticus or whatever fellow finally arrived with some medicine for Jamie. Then her stated out the room arrangements. Amelia's face completely froze in emotionless scowl as she learned she was NOT in a room with Riley. Damn it all! She wondered what to do, what to say and if she should beg, but chances were they weren't going to accept any beggings or pleas. She really wasn't happy about having to share a room with someone else than Riley and what's more an unknown person and Beatrice... Amelia didn't recall of being too close with Beatrice even back in Newnan. She was torn on the inside, but the voice of reason in her mind overcame the paranoia for the moment. Even if they were going to be LOCKED INSIDE the rooms, which hell yeah that was direct prison enviroment here, but there was no other choice. Either that or leave... And she wanted her group to have the best possible chances of being accepted. Amelia owed them that much at the very least. She couldn't cause any problems about it, so she just leaned on Riley. She wasn't expecting of doing much sleeping tonight...

Then the priest commented on the death of Dumbo... Suddenly it something struck her nostrils like a metaphorical atomic fart bomb. All of Amelia's inside seemed to be forced to churn in a mere moment as she suddnely bolted upwards from the chair, dropping the book she held in her hands as she bolted to teh closest thing she saw that wasn't going ot be puking out on the floor. It turned it was the Dish bin that they put the used tableware in. She threw up violently, emptying her just somewhat filled stomach. She couldn't remember just how long it has been since she had smelled something so bad it caused her to throw up like this." I'm so sorry..." She said weakly, still feeling her inside twisting." I will wash these..." She added, covering her mouth and nose with her sleeve now, trying to deal with the smell and calm her twisting stomach.


Constantin Kolev


Location: Road to Gretna Green From Port Annan
Skills: Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive)


Constantin just nodded at Vlad as the man burst into his usual antics, but he did approve of the direction his leader was thinking about of dealing with the flying monster thing.” Fire... that may vork, maybe ve can put it to the torch...” He mused at the idea of roasting the flying thing. If it didn't work, well they could simply burn and burn and burn it all away until only dust remained. Yeah he wished they could do it.” It do not like our performance, then it simply has a bad taste in skill and entertainment! All that are right in the head love the circus!” Constantin stated proudly. He was a passionate circus person in the end. He refused to believe anyone would dislike the performances the circus put on! If they didn't like it, they they must have a few things wrong with their noggins.

β€œTake your time. We've got a long road ahead.” Constantin said to Ludwig as the tiny human said he was going to check if he had info on this weird flying monster. Frankly he wasn't sure if the German man will actually have anything written in that book of his, but who actually could say. The man was a bag of surprises and mysteries so far, it wouldn't be surprising if by some actual stroke of luck for them there might be something that Ludwig could reveal about the thing. Ideally though it would stay as far away form them and Veta as possible and they wouldn't ever see it again. Constnatin wasn't that naive as to believe it would be the case though.

Still while Ludwig was busy book researching for the information, but was he really reading a book? Constantin had no way of knowing case Ludwig was in the bag of his saddle and the firewalker wasn't going to remove his eyes form the road to try to check what was going on in the bag. For now they had the road pointed out to follow and he followed after Vlad.


World Narrative




Gronar, Fabios Location: Cenarius's Glade.- Malfurion had actually just missed Gronar's reaction and realization as he was busy selecting a good enough branch with which he returned soon after to the orc. The druid just made an awkward smile at the orc." Well... you just have to imagine it. Imagine it real good, a weapon that you are most comfortable with. A weapon you've wielded for the longest time, imagine every inch of it, every nook and every curve." He explained as he held the branch in front of Gronar." Just place your hand on the branch and let your mind flow, your image of the weapon has to be as clear as possible, I will mold it into shape with my magic." Malfurion explained and got to work, closing his eyes to follow the image that was flowing into the treebranch from the warror's mind.

Under the work of the druid and the image of the warrior, the branch twisted, turned, it was changed off it's initial shape. It grew at parts and withdrew at others, until it's shape matched the weapon that Gronar had used for the longest of times until now. The greatsword... It was a spitting image of that weapon, just made out of wood. As good as replica it was as of shape, it was also lighter than the original weapon because it was not of metal, but of wood.

"Good." Cenarius's voice boomed as he walked over placing his hand on the wooden blade." I bestow my blessing upon this weapon. May it never break, may it never lose it's edge. It shall cut down evil wherever found. May the will of it's user empower it and it empowers it's user in return." The demigod said in booming voice as the blade was wrapped in a lively green light for a few moments before it finally returned to normal. Now Malfurion handed it over to the orc." Wield it well, warrior. You will find this weapon stronger than any steel for it now carries my blessing."

And the weapon was completed just in time as the first Felhound burst into the clearing, and it jumped right at the demigot, who grabbed it's tendrils in midair and tore them off the body, before using his hooves to stamp the beast's head into mush, only to be jumped by another 2 felhounds who were charging at him.

Malfurion and Gronar weren't left lonely too, the druid had a felhound of his very own to deal with while the warrior had one jumping right at him, it's maw wide open to bite him.


Priscilla Harker



Location: Benha(Rose Gardens)
Skills: N/a




Mosi was now busy eyeing the rest of the possible scents as the man proposed a sequence to mix them in. She looked at him with pondering expression and then nodded." Alright, I will trust your opinion on this. You are hte one who's actually working and dealing with perfumes between the two of us. Chooseing the base scents was hard enough for me." She added with a smile as she gave the green light on his proposition to create the perfume sample. She then patiently waited for the sample to be completed as she was going through some of the scents again. Some of these were not what she'd normally say a perfume, but these were concentrated and the man having explained how it works albeit in a general terms, she realized that even the less expected scents were crucial.

"So, I'm curious about something." Mosi started as she waited and looked at the man." I know there's a big bazaar or the like here, but I'm not really interested in the usual tourist traps. Is there a place where I can get to see some good things and maybe browse items and merchendise that's actually of usable quality? Like maybe a market street for the locals where things might not be as shiny or fancy." She explained with somewhat happy voice as she did so.

As she waited though, a thought appeared in her mind, a thought and a question to be precise." So, have you always been in the perfume business? Continuing the family tradition?" She asked with curiosity and friendly voice. Looking for some nice chat with the man while they were here. She supposed that it was going to take a moment or few to mix the sample and somewhat more to mix the perfume if she actually liked the sample's performance. Might as well have a chat and be friendly. Even if they didn't meat again in the future, well for Mosi this would be a memory. She wanted to have enjoyed everything in her travels and in her meetings with people. Getting to know those you meet on the road was just part of the journey after all." Ohh, my name's Priscilla, by the way. Forgot to introduce myself earlier." She added.


Amelia Payne

Location:Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
Skills: N/A




Alright, Amelia was getting a really negative feel from the people who were supposed to watch over them. It sounded like they didn't really like the new arrivals and the way the groups were reacting it seemed, going by their words. Well feeling was getting mutual in return. Both the Panama and Major persons each had their own ways of tugging on the negative opinions of Amelia, but she kept quiet about it. First she didn't want to actually cause problems that might affect Riley, second she just didn't want to speak out or to those people. In her mind as far as they were safe and eventually had the option to mostly ignore the annoying people nearly all the time, it was going to be good. She really wished they'd either get lost for now or finally get them somewhere to sleep so the emotions can calm down somewhat. End result on if coming here was a good or bad thing was still in the air.

"Mm... thank you." She gave a quiet reply to Riley and turned to look at Ash who seemed to have a rather out of character thing going on right now, with him getting emotional... at least she supposed this was how he was trying to express it. Some apologies were being thrown around to the people of importance too. Amelia thought about it, didn't speak out right away. Opened her mouth a few times trying to search the words she wanted to use, but took her a few tries before she finally spoke out to Ash and Tati in turns." I'm sorry too... about my reactions to the two of you earlier..." She added quietly, but didn't speak out any further or get in details, but she was sincere in her words. She regretted it now, the way she thought of the important person to Ash and how she more or less labeled Tati as possible danger in her mind. These were people she traveled with for so long, it shouldn't have been like this. She could only hope tomorrow all was better.

Riley giving her a kiss at this situation and the presence of everyone around made her feel embarrassed as she looked down again. She wished she had a book and just shrink down in a corner somewhere. Then with the corner of her eyes she spotted the books... BOOKS! She blinked and looked at Riley." I will grab a book..." She mumbled out before very carefully standing up and moving over to the books, trying to not get too close to anyone else on the way there. She looked over them and well Dr. Suess... a few of them. She grabbed the Cat in the hat and then quickly moved back to Riley and sat down, but this time with a book in hand and feeling a little bit better." Got a nice one." She said to Riley and showed it to her.
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