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A Divine Builder, Warlord, and a Skill Seeker
@Crimson Paladin@VitaVitaAR@Guy0fV4lor
The hunters would comply, dropping their weapons, though slowly as they’d fear for their lives. Thankfully, they were not zealous enough to just throw their own lives away. Now whether they’d behave or not was an entirely different question - they would follow quietly, leaving the doomed place of worship along with the reincarnators. As they’d leave out the front door, they could see it - swirling winds, strong and vicious forming into the shape of a cone, starting from the ground and reaching high into the air. It would rip slowly through the path - even ripping chunks of the land and carrying it. No doubt, the entire complex would be rubble. Anyone left inside...well, they were likely not going to survive if there were any left.
“Suthainn?” The hunter would frown. “A foreign god has no power here.” One would grunt.
“We’ve got no reason to answer you.” A second would retort with clear hostility. “Maybe we just wanted to piss him off. That old man has sat on his ass too long.”
“...are you all fools?” Akando would speak. “Look around you! This fog - even I can tell its dangerous! And you want to help him make more of it?”
“The Illuminator has nothing to do with this fog! Its just...a side effect.” It was hard to gauge the truth of their words, and they did have every reason to lie. It seemed like they may need a bit more persuasion than just simple talking at this rate, and two of them were obviously looking for an opportunity to flee now that they weren't being confined in some indoor space between an enraged beast an four people that wanted them dead. "Outsiders, stop meddling!"
A little secret
@Crusader Lord
“Gah!-” A shriek of pain, as Leannah’s foot would come down on the hunters leg. The burned hunter didn’t have the ability to resist even if he wanted too. She might have gotten a bit too heated there, but he certainly wasn’t going to be fleeing or otherwise attempt wrestling himself from her grip. And drag him she’d have too - he wasn’t in any position to be walking after that injury at least not quickly or fast.
Of course, this would draw quite some attention from other people and the villagers, whispering about stereotypical Bastelian savagery and such, giving Leannaha a wide berth...though the hunters had definitely taken note as she’d drag him up to Mie’s encampment, and towards her tent.
The Oni would stop her before she could get too close, and the other hunter after seeing what Leannah was doing, would flee in the opposite direction, for now their objective seemingly thwarted.
@PKMNB0Y@Crusader Lord
“The ores?” Mie would hum thoughtfully. “Well, I only sell raw iron we mine from Chagawa. I do pick up more special and rare things from time to time in my travels...though I keep those under strict lock and key.” She’d smile. “Unfortunately, refining metal is a slow process that takes some time. If you have some way of making this process more efficient...well, I’ve got two furry ears that are always listening for information.”
Lazhira would meanwhile just take a seat near Misaki, having fallen a bit quiet again, understandably being somewhat pensive about what just happened. She didn’t have much to add to the conversation aside from just listening.
“If it helps, there’s a particular metal found in the deepest parts of the mines. The Oni call it ‘Serpent’s Marrow’ after the giant serpent killed by the guardian beasts. Brittle on its own, but has a curious effect of being able to make other metals stronger. Unfortunately mining and refining large quantities of it to usable states is fairly time consuming, if you can even find it.”
It was around this time the familiar voice of Leannah could be heard outside, calling to Lazhira. Understandably, she’d stay put, not immediately replying until Mie would frown, rolling her eyes slightly. She’d get up, and poke her head out the tent.
“Are you dumb cat?! Keep your voice down-” Upon seeing the prisoner though, she’d narrow her eyes slightly. “I may buy and sell lots of things, but people are usually below me.” She’d make a rather dark joke. “...hm, I think I know why you’re here though. You,” She’d turn towards one of her guards. “Take Leannah and our guest here to one of the empty tents near the back.”
Her Majesty
@Click This
“Me? No! I’d never lay a hand on my cunning little creation.” He’d reply. “Her on the other hand? Well...she’s behind everything, isn’t she? And here I am just trying to have a good time, ahaha!” A boisterous laugh as he’d continue with Narkissa’s other line of thought.
“Auntie! The one sealed beneath here. Well, not really kill, you can’t kill something that’s already just a carcass, but you can...put it to sleep, with enough persuasion.” The Illuminator would sigh. “And don’t worry your head, I won’t be using something as mundane as a mortal construction...I’ve got a little something that can help.” He’d chuckle again. “Well, if it comes to that...if she’s taken care of before it breaks...well, maybe this whole disaster can be avoided.”
A Traveler
@PaulHaynek
“Luck has nothing to do with anything.” Cynthia would say, not bothering to watch as he’d leave. “Succeed by merit, not by luck.” Back to cleaning and looking after the tidiness of the building she would go, not sparing another glance.
“Hey hey!” Elisete would greet him as friendly as ever. “Find anything from the maid?” She’d ask, following Nicholas as he’d go ask the Priestly man to light the lantern. “I talked with a few of the locals...apparently the witch we’re looking for was a kid that isn’t even human.” She’d say with a frown. “I couldn’t get much more out of them, though.” She’d sigh, quieting herself as they’d approach Viorel.
“Hm? A light? Oh, certainly.” He’d make a flourish of movement with his hand, ending with a snap of his fingers and a small flame lighting the end of his finger. “Here we go.” Opening his palm, the flame would soon engulf the torch. “I don’t think the torch will last you long out there, especially if it gets windy. I’d keep the lantern lit, too. And...if you don’t mind me asking, how do you plan on getting past the Undead?” He’d ask.
“Good question.” Elisette would huff. “If it were just me I could just mow them down, no problem.” She’d look to Nicholas. “But this cute guy here’s tagging along and I’d rather he not be zombie food.”
“Hmm...if I may, then.” He’d smile, leaving the podium and walking over to Cynthia. The two would seem to have a small discussion about something, something Cynthia didn’t seem too impressed with, before sighing and seemingly handing him something. “Here,” He would hand a small, silver plated charm to Nicholas. It was of a cross, with a small skull engraved at the top of one arm, something that seemed to be a rose on another similar to embellishments on Viorel’s own vestments. “Just a small protective charm. Should help you remain undetectable to most undead.”
“Woah woah, really?” Elisette would blink in surprise. “Where’d you get something like that?”
“Just something valuable I picked up in my travels.”
“If you had something like that couldn’t you get these people out!?” Elisette would ask, understandably a little perturbed.
“If I had enough, but that is the only one I had.” He would shake his head. “You should get going, I doubt you want to be out for long at night.”
“Well, alright then. How do you wanna do this, Nick?” Elisette would ask.
The Roma Mob
@ERode
“Hmm...I see the belief that we consort with demons still runs true among humans.” The Queen would say with an almost tired sounding voice. “I suppose I can not blame them, no matter how incorrect it actually is. It is true that in the past, we turned to them for survival. Our ancestors had no other option, you see. The...Sirithen abandoned us, fleeing from the calamity into the forest with their Faerie masters.” She would fold her hands in a triangle shape in front of her, as if contemplating something.
“But that is the past.The only relation we have with the demons is that we leave them alone, and they leave us alone...not that there are even many left, but regardless, the issue has nothing to do with them, anyways. Not directly at least.” She’d stand from her throne, motioning a guard to walk over, handing a sheet of soft, silken cloth to the Queen, and for Isidore to see.
“You see, in the old ruins of Naraheim lie creatures called silk-weavers. Much of our society's cloth and textiles come from these creatures.” She’d sigh, the exquisite looking cloth would have fetched a pretty penny even back on earth from the looks of it. “Harvesting them isn’t much of a problem, but recently something has...caused them to retreat from their usual habitats and the quality of it has also decreased.” She’d turn her attention fully to Isidore. “It may be the work of the Elder Beast of the Mountain, Stieneter, but It usually does not stray this deep. If it has, then that means something capable of scaring an Elder beast has moved somewhere into the land. In short, I would like you to investigate and solve this issue, if at all possible. Worry not, I will see to it you are amply rewarded for the efforts.” She’d make a small motion. The same guard would offer a box to Isidore, opening it and presenting its contents. Inside was a small piece of paper as well as a small ring engraved with what was presumably some sort of royal sigil.
“If you accept, take this written permission as well as the ring and present it to the ones who guard the gate to Naraheim. It will allow you passage unhindered.”
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@Cu Chulainn
“I see...well, I won’t pry then.” The Oni replied. “If there is nothing else, I shall continue my patrol.” With no further interruption from her, Nomura would be able to speak with Bolcha about Donovan. The craftsman definitely seemed worried about something judging from his previous tone.
“Yes, we’ve met.” He’d reply. “Told me last night he was headin’ into the forest. I feel like...I can trust you a bit,” He’d say, lowering his voice. “Donovan’s the one who told me about Enli and those that have it out for him. I think he went to confront them.” Well, that was good to know likely. If it wasn’t for Malphas already having Bolcha trust and believe him a bit, he wouldn’t have gotten that information about Donovan’s whereabouts. “You could probably wait until he returns...but if its urgent he probably is around the old temple.”
@Crimson Paladin@VitaVitaAR@Guy0fV4lor
The hunters would comply, dropping their weapons, though slowly as they’d fear for their lives. Thankfully, they were not zealous enough to just throw their own lives away. Now whether they’d behave or not was an entirely different question - they would follow quietly, leaving the doomed place of worship along with the reincarnators. As they’d leave out the front door, they could see it - swirling winds, strong and vicious forming into the shape of a cone, starting from the ground and reaching high into the air. It would rip slowly through the path - even ripping chunks of the land and carrying it. No doubt, the entire complex would be rubble. Anyone left inside...well, they were likely not going to survive if there were any left.
“Suthainn?” The hunter would frown. “A foreign god has no power here.” One would grunt.
“We’ve got no reason to answer you.” A second would retort with clear hostility. “Maybe we just wanted to piss him off. That old man has sat on his ass too long.”
“...are you all fools?” Akando would speak. “Look around you! This fog - even I can tell its dangerous! And you want to help him make more of it?”
“The Illuminator has nothing to do with this fog! Its just...a side effect.” It was hard to gauge the truth of their words, and they did have every reason to lie. It seemed like they may need a bit more persuasion than just simple talking at this rate, and two of them were obviously looking for an opportunity to flee now that they weren't being confined in some indoor space between an enraged beast an four people that wanted them dead. "Outsiders, stop meddling!"
A little secret
@Crusader Lord
“Gah!-” A shriek of pain, as Leannah’s foot would come down on the hunters leg. The burned hunter didn’t have the ability to resist even if he wanted too. She might have gotten a bit too heated there, but he certainly wasn’t going to be fleeing or otherwise attempt wrestling himself from her grip. And drag him she’d have too - he wasn’t in any position to be walking after that injury at least not quickly or fast.
Of course, this would draw quite some attention from other people and the villagers, whispering about stereotypical Bastelian savagery and such, giving Leannaha a wide berth...though the hunters had definitely taken note as she’d drag him up to Mie’s encampment, and towards her tent.
The Oni would stop her before she could get too close, and the other hunter after seeing what Leannah was doing, would flee in the opposite direction, for now their objective seemingly thwarted.
@PKMNB0Y@Crusader Lord
“The ores?” Mie would hum thoughtfully. “Well, I only sell raw iron we mine from Chagawa. I do pick up more special and rare things from time to time in my travels...though I keep those under strict lock and key.” She’d smile. “Unfortunately, refining metal is a slow process that takes some time. If you have some way of making this process more efficient...well, I’ve got two furry ears that are always listening for information.”
Lazhira would meanwhile just take a seat near Misaki, having fallen a bit quiet again, understandably being somewhat pensive about what just happened. She didn’t have much to add to the conversation aside from just listening.
“If it helps, there’s a particular metal found in the deepest parts of the mines. The Oni call it ‘Serpent’s Marrow’ after the giant serpent killed by the guardian beasts. Brittle on its own, but has a curious effect of being able to make other metals stronger. Unfortunately mining and refining large quantities of it to usable states is fairly time consuming, if you can even find it.”
It was around this time the familiar voice of Leannah could be heard outside, calling to Lazhira. Understandably, she’d stay put, not immediately replying until Mie would frown, rolling her eyes slightly. She’d get up, and poke her head out the tent.
“Are you dumb cat?! Keep your voice down-” Upon seeing the prisoner though, she’d narrow her eyes slightly. “I may buy and sell lots of things, but people are usually below me.” She’d make a rather dark joke. “...hm, I think I know why you’re here though. You,” She’d turn towards one of her guards. “Take Leannah and our guest here to one of the empty tents near the back.”
Her Majesty
@Click This
“Me? No! I’d never lay a hand on my cunning little creation.” He’d reply. “Her on the other hand? Well...she’s behind everything, isn’t she? And here I am just trying to have a good time, ahaha!” A boisterous laugh as he’d continue with Narkissa’s other line of thought.
“Auntie! The one sealed beneath here. Well, not really kill, you can’t kill something that’s already just a carcass, but you can...put it to sleep, with enough persuasion.” The Illuminator would sigh. “And don’t worry your head, I won’t be using something as mundane as a mortal construction...I’ve got a little something that can help.” He’d chuckle again. “Well, if it comes to that...if she’s taken care of before it breaks...well, maybe this whole disaster can be avoided.”
A Traveler
@PaulHaynek
“Luck has nothing to do with anything.” Cynthia would say, not bothering to watch as he’d leave. “Succeed by merit, not by luck.” Back to cleaning and looking after the tidiness of the building she would go, not sparing another glance.
“Hey hey!” Elisete would greet him as friendly as ever. “Find anything from the maid?” She’d ask, following Nicholas as he’d go ask the Priestly man to light the lantern. “I talked with a few of the locals...apparently the witch we’re looking for was a kid that isn’t even human.” She’d say with a frown. “I couldn’t get much more out of them, though.” She’d sigh, quieting herself as they’d approach Viorel.
“Hm? A light? Oh, certainly.” He’d make a flourish of movement with his hand, ending with a snap of his fingers and a small flame lighting the end of his finger. “Here we go.” Opening his palm, the flame would soon engulf the torch. “I don’t think the torch will last you long out there, especially if it gets windy. I’d keep the lantern lit, too. And...if you don’t mind me asking, how do you plan on getting past the Undead?” He’d ask.
“Good question.” Elisette would huff. “If it were just me I could just mow them down, no problem.” She’d look to Nicholas. “But this cute guy here’s tagging along and I’d rather he not be zombie food.”
“Hmm...if I may, then.” He’d smile, leaving the podium and walking over to Cynthia. The two would seem to have a small discussion about something, something Cynthia didn’t seem too impressed with, before sighing and seemingly handing him something. “Here,” He would hand a small, silver plated charm to Nicholas. It was of a cross, with a small skull engraved at the top of one arm, something that seemed to be a rose on another similar to embellishments on Viorel’s own vestments. “Just a small protective charm. Should help you remain undetectable to most undead.”
“Woah woah, really?” Elisette would blink in surprise. “Where’d you get something like that?”
“Just something valuable I picked up in my travels.”
“If you had something like that couldn’t you get these people out!?” Elisette would ask, understandably a little perturbed.
“If I had enough, but that is the only one I had.” He would shake his head. “You should get going, I doubt you want to be out for long at night.”
“Well, alright then. How do you wanna do this, Nick?” Elisette would ask.
The Roma Mob
@ERode
“Hmm...I see the belief that we consort with demons still runs true among humans.” The Queen would say with an almost tired sounding voice. “I suppose I can not blame them, no matter how incorrect it actually is. It is true that in the past, we turned to them for survival. Our ancestors had no other option, you see. The...Sirithen abandoned us, fleeing from the calamity into the forest with their Faerie masters.” She would fold her hands in a triangle shape in front of her, as if contemplating something.
“But that is the past.The only relation we have with the demons is that we leave them alone, and they leave us alone...not that there are even many left, but regardless, the issue has nothing to do with them, anyways. Not directly at least.” She’d stand from her throne, motioning a guard to walk over, handing a sheet of soft, silken cloth to the Queen, and for Isidore to see.
“You see, in the old ruins of Naraheim lie creatures called silk-weavers. Much of our society's cloth and textiles come from these creatures.” She’d sigh, the exquisite looking cloth would have fetched a pretty penny even back on earth from the looks of it. “Harvesting them isn’t much of a problem, but recently something has...caused them to retreat from their usual habitats and the quality of it has also decreased.” She’d turn her attention fully to Isidore. “It may be the work of the Elder Beast of the Mountain, Stieneter, but It usually does not stray this deep. If it has, then that means something capable of scaring an Elder beast has moved somewhere into the land. In short, I would like you to investigate and solve this issue, if at all possible. Worry not, I will see to it you are amply rewarded for the efforts.” She’d make a small motion. The same guard would offer a box to Isidore, opening it and presenting its contents. Inside was a small piece of paper as well as a small ring engraved with what was presumably some sort of royal sigil.
“If you accept, take this written permission as well as the ring and present it to the ones who guard the gate to Naraheim. It will allow you passage unhindered.”
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@Cu Chulainn
“I see...well, I won’t pry then.” The Oni replied. “If there is nothing else, I shall continue my patrol.” With no further interruption from her, Nomura would be able to speak with Bolcha about Donovan. The craftsman definitely seemed worried about something judging from his previous tone.
“Yes, we’ve met.” He’d reply. “Told me last night he was headin’ into the forest. I feel like...I can trust you a bit,” He’d say, lowering his voice. “Donovan’s the one who told me about Enli and those that have it out for him. I think he went to confront them.” Well, that was good to know likely. If it wasn’t for Malphas already having Bolcha trust and believe him a bit, he wouldn’t have gotten that information about Donovan’s whereabouts. “You could probably wait until he returns...but if its urgent he probably is around the old temple.”