Rune_Alchemist

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

Location:
Redwater Point
Mid-Morning

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@Cu Chulainn@Guy0fV4lor@Crimson Paladin

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The Cyclopean fomorian narrowed his eye towards Ethelred…before letting out a bellowing, deep laugh, earthy and rocky debris from the club slamming into nearby houses, leaving a deep trench behind it as he’d finish the motion.

“Gahaha! Knight ambush me! Funny!” He would flex his injured arm, showing that while injured he could still move it well enough to fight with. “Dumb elf gave me a burn. You cold. Maybe I’ll use your bones to cool down! Now get off that dumb animal!” He however, did not seem to take Ethelreds bait. Instead he’d raise his foot, slamming it into the ground with enough force to cause the entire earth beneath him to shudder, a shockwave of dirt, air, and rocks slamming into Ethelred and his horse.

The next instant he’d raise the club, hoping to swat the knight out of whatever evasive maneuver he used to avoid it - thankfully for him, though, Reinhardt was already maneuvering. Hefting the harpoon, in the instant the fomorian made to attack Ethelred, the Harpoon would hurtle towards the fomorian’s good arm, embedding itself right in the creatures flesh.

“Graaah?! Dumb human I ain’t no fish!” He’d growl, the attack he was making on Ethelred stopped as he’d turn his attention towards Reinhardt...he'd grab the rope with his free hand, and pull on it, attempting to pull Reinhardt towards him...even with his arm injured, Reinhardt would likely need to brace himself or put all his strength into it just not to be pulled towards the fomorian.

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@Pyromania99@VitaVitaAR@FrogRFlowR
Location:
Southern Giants Rest
Late afternoon

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The fomorians spear slammed into Niall, the hefty blade slamming against the Owl Knights lance as he would deflect it, the impact straining his muscles from the sheer weight of it. No doubt, this fomorian may have been lithe, but his strength likely rivaled either that of Reinhardts or was even greater, Luna’s blades of light being deflected by swift motions from the Katana. Thankfully for Niall, however, before he could bring it down for another strike and break the Owl Knights guard entirely Luna’s javelin hurtled towards its abdomen.

The fomorian immediately pivoted on his feet, towards the javelin of light. His empty hand lit up with a fiery grip…a grunt of pain as the tip of the javelin just barely pierced his stomach, inky black blood spilling from the wound as he caught the spear of light. Growling with annoyance, the fomorian would then leap to the side, the light javelin still in hand as he’d narrowly avoid the first blade, the rest starting to descend quickly into the ground from above.

If nothing else, Fio had managed to make him move as she had wished but he wasn’t going to make it easy for her to take advantage of that. The Javelin of light would fade as he’d toss it to the side, the flames in his free hand would burst to life, three daggers being swiftly retrieved from his cloak. He’d leap, spinning in the air as three daggers would leave his free hand, a trail of fire behind them, hurtling again towards Fio. There was some enchantment on them, she could tell. A bundle of magical energy that seemed ready to combust upon impact. As he’d land, his swordspear would thrust forwards, aiming for Luna’s abdomen while his Katana would make a wide, slashing motion just a bit higher, aiming to take her neck.

Throughout the battle, the Queen merely watched. Arms folded against her chest, eyes observing every action in the battle.

“Heh, you know…when Luna told me about serving a Queen, I didn’t imagine she’d be quite so…beautifully commanding.”

“...are you hitting on me in the middle of a battlefield?”

“Is something wrong taking the time to enjoy the most beautiful sight in the middle of a battle-torn field?”

“...pfft, ahahah.” Sorcha laughed. “Luna was right about you. I admire your straightforwardness.” She would then raise her hand, and promptly smack the boy in the back of the head. “But there’s a time and place for everything. Hit on me all you want once we’re done with this and maybe I'll return the favor.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Epic of Beginnings - Dawns Cradle

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A hunting we go
@Cu Chulainn@VitaVitaAR

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Akando listened to each of their words carefully. The hunter glanced into the distance, nodding slowly until Seelay and Gideon finished speaking.

“Well, I guess I shouldn't have expected anything less from an Elf of Tamaln.” He’d reply, sounding a bit impressed. “Then we’ll go for the deer. If we happen to find a Pandillo along the way that’ll be a bonus.” He’d say, standing up from the tracks. “With some luck from the goddess…maybe we won’t have to deal with anything else.”

The trio would thus, head deeper into the forest. For expert trackers like Akando and Seelay, it was easy enough to find tracks and identify them. Foxes. Wolves. An occasional bird feather or track. It would be some time though, and they would be well and truly deep within the forest now. The trees blocked out a good bit of the sunlight, creating a somewhat cold, lonely and perhaps, somewhat eerie atmosphere that made it feel like they were being watched by something, somewhere.

Perhaps they were.

“Deer!” Akando would stop at the top of a hill that would slowly decline into a small clearing, kneeling to the ground with a quiet shout. At the bottom, one could see a grouping of about five deer gathered, grazing on the shrubs and grasses of the forest floor. “If we could each get one - that’ll feed us for about a week.”

It was difficult to tell from the distance, but Seelay’s elven eyes would be able to see two of the deer…had just the faintest streaks of blue in their fur.

“How do you two want to handle this? Me and Seelay have a bow…Gideon?” It didn’t seem like Akando had noticed either, but not far away from their position were more tracks - Wolves. Chances were, they were heading towards the same deer they were currently tracking.

Thankfully Sionna seemed to have returned to wherever it was she normally hid in Seelay’s pockets.

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Current Happenings

The moon goddess yawns and rolls over onto her back, staring up at the sky.

Current location: Dawn
Time: Morning

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Current Objective:
Help the Villagers with their hunting
-You’ve found some Deer. Five of them. Two seem to belong to the Kyrnith
-A pack of wolves and you seem to have the same idea…perhaps you could scare them off, though they look pretty hungry…

• The forest is dangerous. Avoiding the Kyrnith is probably the best option.
• Wolves, Pandillos, Riplings, Swordbills, and Deer are the primary sources of game in the forest.

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Known Animals in Kyr Forest

• Kyrnith - Highly dangerous. The local Elder Beast. Can control the winds.
• Kyr Deer - A special kind of deer that lives in the forest. Blue furred and docile.
• Wolves - your standard wolf. A common hunted animal for food as well as sometimes domesticated.
• Pandillos - a dangerous and territorial herbivore. Its underside is fleshy while the rest of it is covered in tough armor.
• Riplings - quick and agile pack animals that glide from tree to tree, attacking animals on the ground from above or from just out of sight.
• Swordbills - Docile birds that live along the coast. Their beaks are tough as metal from the fish they dine on, and make for great daggers. They have a siren-like cry that can cause temporary deafness from its volume
• Deer - A common sight in the forest. Docile and tasty. A staple of Dawn’s diet along with fish.

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Potential Events:

• Asvar has mentioned a lack of Ore and that he might know where more are.
• Bolcha has mentioned something spooking and eating his fish
• Bolcha has mentioned someone going into the forest and securing more wood
• Enli mentioned not having enough coins or goods to barter with the merchant Mie, if she comes.
• Perhaps there's something you, personally, feel that needs to be done?

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The Missing huntress
@ERode@Pyromania99

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Vammy’s fireball would ignite the remaining ashes in the fireplace, coating the room in an immediate dull glow - though it oddly didn’t seem to immediately make the place any warmer. Vammy moved quietly into the kitchen, a thin layer of frost not even her flames could remove covered everything - but at least it did light the place up enough for her to see.

A table, a few countertops to prepare food. Some small wooden boxes that had been used to store berries and things from the forest had been completely frozen, only about half gone and mostly inedible. A few slabs of dried meat hunt on hooks, and what seemed to have been meat had been left on the counter. A knife was left embedded in it, as if whoever had been preparing it had left in a hurry. Her eyes would eventually be drawn towards the window, one of the wooden shutters hanging loosely while the other had been entirely ripped off, laying uselessly on the ground within the cabin. Had someone pulled them off from inside?

…

A small piece of cloth could be seen laying on the ground just outside. It was stained a dark red color. It was hard to tell exactly how long it had been laying there, but it looked like half of it had been buried under snow.

As for the Huntress, though…Atzi called for her atop her perch, but there was only the response of the cold wind. The snow covered roof held no secrets it seemed. A still few seconds passed as she’d stand atop -

Wait.

In the distance, to the north east, she could barely make it out. The loud howl of a wolf - coming from the northeast, deep within the forest. Could it be Tallen? But what was he doing so far out there? No doubt he was with Maira if they were safe, but it was odd for them to be so far out, especially that far and deep within the forest.

She’d hear a commotion from within Maira’s cabin.

”Behind us you dumbass!”

As Vammy had been investigating the kitchen area, the area cooled even further frost and ice covering the ground, a low growl coming from the living area. Out from Maira’s bedroom walked a creature - an almost ethereal, and blue ghostly creature that looked vaguely like a cat that was the size of a wolf. The top of its head was flat, covered in ridges near the edges, going down either side of its body until it reached its rear, where it would form into a single line down a long, sinuous looking tail with a sharp spike at the end.

It turned its eyeless gaze towards Vammy, the spines on its back growing taller as it hissed at her.

One of Azral Suralng Rimebeasts! A second one would slowly slink out of Maira’s bedroom, immediately making Vammy their target. The first would leap at her, ghostly claws aimed for her neck! The second inhaled, letting out a high pitched roar and sending a wave of frigid, frozen air towards Vammy.

”Tch, careful. Getting hit with any part of their attacks isn’t going to be good for us!”

Current Happenings

The goddess fell over with a speech bubble that read ‘Weh~’ as Atzi poked her. She’d quickly get up and sit on the edge of the screen, still looking smug.

Current location: Maira’s house (She has drawn a village with a sun rising over it here. A small ‘X’ where Maira’s cabin was has been marked)
Time: Morning

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Current Objective:
Find Maira (She has drawn a picture of Maira’s face here)

• She’s not at home. (The goddess has made a cutesy drawing of a cabin and Maira’s face, with a big red X over Maira’s face.)
• Well, you figured out why it was cold.(A cartoonish picture of a Rimebeast was gnawing on Vammy's tail.)

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Potential Events:

• Asvar has mentioned a lack of Ore and that he might know where more are. (A small chunk of ore is drawn here)
• Bolcha has mentioned something spooking and eating his fish (Fish bones have been drawn here)
• Bolcha has mentioned someone going into the forest and securing more wood (A pile of logs have been drawn here)
• Enli mentioned not having enough coins or goods to barter with the merchant Mie, if she comes. (A fox wearing something black over her eyes and what seems to be rolls of marked paper held up in a very serious fashion has been drawn here. Words that spelled ‘capitalism ho!’ were also drawn here above the foxes head…whatever that meant.)
• Perhaps there's something you, personally, feel that needs to be done? (The goddess has drawn herself shrugging and looking confused)

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An eight legged herbalist
@Click This@Crusader Lord

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“Aw, thank you Nylah.” Calra giggled. “I’ll put these to good use…soon as I take a break. Ugh. I’ve been working my tarsus’ off…” As the two left, they’d see a group of hunters carrying in another person. Skin bitten with frost, but alive led by Soyala who would give them a curt nod as she’d head inside.

“Working hard, spider?”

“...ugh another one? Haa, put them on an empty bed…”

The exchange trailed off as the two would make their way towards the forest. While Kyr Reed was common along the Icewind river, Wind-Leaf tended to grow mostly in the southern regions of the forest, and Kyr Reed could be found along any small river usually as long as there was a current. Thankfully Nyla knew exactly where a small river was, a small branch of the Icewind not far into the forest where she could find a good bit of both.

With the sun finally rising well into the sky, the duo would finally make their way to a small brook, the water gently flowing from the mountains towards the river. The edges of it had frozen over, but thankfully the Reed was still growing - and a small collection of Wind-Leaf could be seen growing tall over the trees.

The only problem was, they were definitely not alone here.

Blue furred deer were eating the Reed.

Nylah would know at least, the Kyrnith’s deer seemed to enjoy eating the Reed. Running them off though, might prove difficult, especially if the Kyrnith took it as an act of aggression…but if she didn’t do something, they were going to eat all of it before she could get any.

Current Happenings

A little chibi version of the Moon goddess is sleeping at the top of the screen, a little dialogue bubble with Z’s gently floating up…
Current location: Dawn
Time: Morning

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Current Objective:
Calra has said the followed is what she is in need of.
Kyr Reed - Found along streams and rivers. Common along the Icewind river. A common reed like plant.
Wind Leaf - A tall plant with a tough exterior with leaves that only flower near the top, catching the wind.
Sea-slug Mucus - small slugs that live on the shoreline in shallow waters. Their mucus carries surprisingly potent healing properties and can be used as a base in a lot of healing salves.
Coral moss - brightly colored moss that grows in damp sea caves. Somehow heats itself when exposed to certain other materials, making for good bandages and to slowly warm frostbite.
The Kyr Deer are eating the Reeds. How to drive them off?

• If there’s a shortage of herbs, that likely means finding some in the forest.
• Maybe magic could also be used.

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Potential Events:

• Asvar has mentioned a lack of Ore and that he might know where more are.
• Bolcha has mentioned something spooking and eating his fish
• Bolcha has mentioned someone going into the forest and securing more wood
• Enli mentioned not having enough coins or goods to barter with the merchant Mie, if she comes.
• Now where could Lazhira have run off too…?
• Perhaps there's something you, personally, feel that needs to be done?

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

Location:
Redwater Point
Mid-Morning

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@Cu Chulainn@Guy0fV4lor@Crimson Paladin

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Reinhardt surged towards the creature, a rock hurtling through the air and slamming right into the creature's soft, fleshy eye.

“GRAAAAAH!?”

A pained, guttural bellow as the creature stumbled backwards from the sudden impact. The knights surprise attack had worked, for the moment! It would shook its head, using a hand to cover its sensitive eye as Reinhardt would land behind it. Instead of turning to face the source however, it gripped its weighty club in a single hand and started to flail the club wildly, slamming into the fomorian that Marduk had thrown and knocking it clear across the city.

Marduk, however, had not gone unnoticed. The club would graze by his head, a hairs width away from knocking him clean across the city as the creature flailed wildly. He sailed over the beast, momentarily lock eyes with it, the singular eye red and swollen - but still fully functional as Marduk summoned his sword, falling downwards and slicing into the arm the large humanoid was using to wield its club.

Black, inky blood poured from the wound as the humanoid responded with a pained howl, the entire arm going limp as the smell of rotten, burned flesh would meet Marduk’s nostrils - and also something gripping him, his entire body suddenly yanked from the creature like an insect from a human as the cyclopes hand crushed his entire chest, likely cracking a few ribs as it flung him overhead, aiming to slam him into the ground -

But the ground never met Marduk.

Ethelred’s lance would be his savior, the large humanoid howling in rage as it would pivot slightly to avoid its eye being injured again, the lance grazing the fomorians neck as it spun, falling onto its hands and knees as it lost balance and its grip on Marduk, sending him flying some distance away as ice began to grow on the creatures neck.

Its single, red, swollen eye glared at Reinhardt as it swiftly returned to its feet, the club being shifted to its good, right arm.

They had lost the element of surprise - no doubt any further assault was going to be more difficult. The creature roared, instead of focusing on Reinhardt it would spin back towards Ethelred, its club dragging along the ground and aiming to slam into the ice knight. Each step it took caused the earth to shake, the club flinging up earth and rocks as it raked the ground under it.

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@Pyromania99@VitaVitaAR@FrogRFlowR
Location:
Southern Giants Rest
Late afternoon

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Leo frowned, but didn’t argue. He’d grab the reins, immediately mounting the steed and galloping off after the rest of the bandits. Thankfully for him, the Fomorian in front of them seemed far more interested in the knights than Leo.

And so the battle would commence.

“You are undeterred. Then allow me to see if these ambitions of yours mark you as the heirs…”

Luna was the first to move, shield forward, a blade of light hurtling towards the Fomorian in front of her. Lanky, muscular legs quickly sidestepped the projectile, soon followed by the sound of a blade clashing against a blade as his Katana met Luna’s sword completely deflecting her attack with, a purposeful and deliberate, powerful swing of his own blade.

“...Or as mere pretenders.”

Fios blades would follow next. A rain of daggers fell, and the Fomorian reacted just as quickly, quickly stepping backwards just as the first wave of daggers would fall near, causing the majority of them to sink into the ground, with two embedding themselves into the fomorians cloak, sinking into the flesh of his shoulder and back, though he seemed completely unfazed by the blades as Niall’s lunge would clang against the Fomorians own sword-spear and katana as he’d catch the lance on them. He responded by giving Niall a shove, driving the Owl Knights spear upwards and away just as the rain of blades would reach him - a fire would light themselves under his feet, a small explosion propelling him backwards at a high speed as the blades would embed themselves harmlessly into the ground.

“Hm…not bad…” A smile would form on the fomorians thin lips. “But first...this annoyance.” Almost faster than one could see, his free hand reached into his cloak, the dexterous appendage launching two throwing daggers towards Fio! At the same time, his feet would once more light themselves with fire as he would propel himself forwards, lunging towards Niall, swinging his heavy swordspear in a downwards motion. His Katana was at the ready to either defend or lash out at Luna if she came close.

The queen had yet to make a move, watching the battle unfolding in front of her with a measure of hesitation.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

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@FrogRFlowR@PaulHaynek@Hammerman

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Things were going well enough. Not a single Varjan would pass by her, and any who tried would be instead drawn into her mass...what did she do with them? Well, that was perhaps better left unsaid. Cake was plentiful and perhaps, sending them back into town after having a taste would be quite humorous...ah? A subtle feeling of magic not belonging to Lunatea or her companions made itself known.

A warlock?

Nyla pursed her lips.

magic caster. Likely knew fire spells. She'd need to be careful.

"Tsk tsk, why do men always like their wars and battling?" She'd sigh, condensing her mass a bit in order to have more ready to defend herself from. The Shoggoth would lash out with a few tendrils, testing the waters to see if she could hinder this warlocks movements. "Why don't you just take a nice comfy seat on me like the last one of you did?"

Dead Gods Dream: A post-apocalyptic divine action-adventure RP

Alasayana

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Out of all the things Alasayana expected to run into in the forest, it was not some sort of forest spirit. One of the goddess' tails twitched with curiosity as she'd attempt to pinpoint the exact location of the voice, if any, though she doubted it'd work. There was a decent chance this spirit had no physical form for the moment and was merely observing them as curious, perhaps dangerous intruders upon their territory.

"...A lowly spirit?" The Huntress hummed lightly. "No need to be sassy, Aureia. I know not of this name, but...Nakri, we have not come to desire violence or bloodshed, merely sustenance like any hunter may." The Huntress was not overly worried, assuming this spirit might be worried about over hunting, or violent gods seeking needless slaughter. "We have no intention of disturbing you or this forest I presume to be your domain. We simply seek passage so that I can properly reprimand this human from waking me from a nap." Of course, she wasn't going to not be on guard or wary of this spirit. No telling what it was capable of.

The tails behind her shifted slightly, glancing in multiple directions for any signs of ambush or movement.

Epic of Beginnings - Dawns Cradle

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A hunting we go
@Cu Chulainn@VitaVitaAR

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“The Kyrnith…” Akando would begin. “A beast of wind and forest. Its been here since the village of Dawn has been here. Probably before. I don’t know its power compared to the Rimebeast that caused this blizzard, I’ve seen its power first hand many times. It can command the winds as easily as it breathes, powerful gusts that can cut even rock in two, but…” He’d pause, a gentle cold wind blowing past as he’d glance to the now nearby treeline. “I’ve only seen the full extent of its power once, when I was a child. I have no doubt if it wanted to, it could raze the entire village in the blink of an eye.” He’d start walking again, heading for a nearby building at the edge of the village. A small storage house the hunters used to keep tools, weapons, and a few other things used in hunting.

“As for the wildlife…Wolves.” He’d say, grabbing a few healing salves and a few bandages from the stash and stuffing them into his belt. “Lot of wolves. Big, too. Normally they don’t give us too much trouble. Riplings, Small flightless birds, too. Nasty pack creatures that like to ambush people from the treetops. Quick and vicious. Watch the tree tops when we go in. Occasionally some Swordbills will find their way here from the shore - watch out for those. Their beaks are as sharp as a blade and make for good daggers. Timid though, usually flees if you manage to kill one of their own. Just watch out for their call. It can temporarily deafen someone.” He’d grab a spear from a rack, along with a bow and arrows and stuff them into a quiver. “Deer, too. Do not hunt any deer with blue fur - those are the Kyrnith’s Kin, and it will know if one is killed. The only other thing to watch out for are the Pandillos. Large creatures about twice the size of a man, but their entire body is covered in tough scales and armor. Herbivores, but extremely territorial. If one charges you, you’re gonna break something. Their underside is weak and fleshy, but its not exactly easy getting to it.”

Seemingly done preparing, he’d turn towards the two again.

“I wouldn’t recommend going past the river deeper into it. Things that live there - they’re not good things. Typically we hunt deer, wolves and the Riplings. Pandillos are too dangerous, usually…but if we can get one…well, it’d feed a lot of people.” Assuming there was nothing else to ask the young hunter, he’d lead the two away from the village and towards the forest. For the most part, Sionna was content to listen and use Seelay’s head as her personal throne, though she was definitely decided how best to mess with the Raam.

It was only a short walk to the forest from the supply shed. Tall evergreen trees rose high into the air, blocking the sun and most of the cold wind from bothering the trio. Not even a few seconds after the village would fade from sight, they could hear the howl of a wolf in the distance. Few large billed birds with silver beaks sitting upon some branches nearby where they had entered. Animal tracks were easily seen against the snowy ground.

“Wolves and deer.” He’d say, kneeling next to the ground. “Swordbills on the tree up there if we wanted to chance it with them. Don’t see any Ripling or Pandillo tracks, but we might have to go further in for those.”

Gideon would be aware that hunting the Swordbills would probably be low risk, low reward. Wolves and Deer would likely yield good results, with only a bit of risk involved. Riplings were a bit of an unknown. They were small, but if they could hunt a lot of them then maybe they wouldn’t be too difficult? Pandillos were the biggest though, if what Akando said was accurate. Probably the most dangerous, too.

If he wanted to, the thought of splitting up could be viable. Much more reward, for more risk, too if they all succeeded.

“...hm...” Akando glanced out into the forest. “If you three are as skilled as you say, then we could hunt for a Pandillo.”

“Eeeh, isn’t that the thing you said was super aggressive?” Sionna would say from atop her elvish throne. “I’m not putting my or Seelay’s cute butt on the line. I wouldn’t have anything to sleep on, then!”

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Current Happenings

A little chibi version of the Moon goddess opens her eye just slightly, glancing down at the information below before rolling off, landing on a line and working with her brush briefly to add a new line. Once done, she makes a ‘tee-hee’ motion and jumps back to the top of the screen acting totally innocent.

Current location: Dawn
Time: Early morning

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Current Objective:
Help the Villagers with their hunting
Wolf and Deer tracks have been found. Akando suggested hunting a dangerous Pandillo.
Sionna thinks Seelay has a cute butt. Her cliff face of a chest, too~

• The forest is dangerous. Avoiding the Kyrnith is probably the best option.
• Wolves, Pandillos, Riplings, Swordbills, and Deer are the primary sources of game in the forest.

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Known Animals in Kyr Forest

• Kyrnith - Highly dangerous. The local Elder Beast. Can control the winds.
• Kyr Deer - A special kind of deer that lives in the forest. Blue furred and docile.
• Wolves - your standard wolf. A common hunted animal for food as well as sometimes domesticated.
• Pandillos - a dangerous and territorial herbivore. Its underside is fleshy while the rest of it is covered in tough armor.
• Riplings - quick and agile pack animals that glide from tree to tree, attacking animals on the ground from above or from just out of sight.
• Swordbills - Docile birds that live along the coast. Their beaks are tough as metal from the fish they dine on, and make for great daggers. They have a siren-like cry that can cause temporary deafness from its volume
• Deer - A common sight in the forest. Docile and tasty. A staple of Dawn’s diet along with fish.

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Potential Events:

• Asvar has mentioned a lack of Ore and that he might know where more are.
• Bolcha has mentioned something spooking and eating his fish
• Bolcha has mentioned someone going into the forest and securing more wood
• Enli mentioned not having enough coins or goods to barter with the merchant Mie, if she comes.
• Perhaps there's something you, personally, feel that needs to be done?

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The Missing huntress
@ERode@Pyromania99

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Atzi would run off, collecting some warm bread without too much of an issue and leaving Vammy and Achel here in the church. In the meantime, the spider would converse quietly with Enli and Akala. For as much work as she was doing, she didn’t act tired despite what she was saying. The Chiralta would take a moment to visit everyone, too. Offering both condolences to surviving family members, as well as asking about burials - once the sea thawed enough, she was certainly going to give those she could a burial at sea like they desired.

The only perhaps, truly odd thing was Achels gaze lingering on Vammy for more than a few seconds as she spoke with Lissa and Nylah. A subtle twitch of one of her fingers. The demon, at least nothing else, could feel quite an intoxicating flurry of emotions coming from the gravekeeper. Something intoxicating to every single demon such as her.

Hate.

Atzi returned swiftly, pressing a warm loaf of bred into her hands.

“Ah. Atzi, always so kind, to a little spider, eheheh.” Achel responded with a grin. “I should get back to work, though…and Atzi. You may be young and healthy, but overwork can kill the strongest of physiques.” The spider, would in turn give Atzi a brief hug before she’d run off back to the catacombs beneath the church.

“Hmm…someone really doesn’t like us? Is it that dumb little arachnid? Maybe we should show her just how fun being a demon could be?” A demonic voice inside of Vammy’s head would drone on, though it would quickly fall silent after she made her reply.

Once they had set off from the church, it wasn’t hard locating Maira’s cabin. A short walk into the forest, close to Icewind river. The path was mostly snowed over, with a few animal tracks going back and forth across the path. It was odd that she had not even said anything in the week since the blizzard ended. She might have always been a bit spacey and distant, but she had never once let others worry about her.

Approaching the wooden cabin all seemed normal. Snow was piled high against its walls, submerging it deep within the snow. The windows were tightly bound shut to prevent snow from falling inside, but there was no light from within that one could see. No sign of her from outside, nor her companion, Tallen.

…the door to the cabin was ajar. It seemed at some point someone had dug out enough snow to make a small slope to allow one to have a somewhat easy time to allow mostly easy entry and exit.

Heading inside if they immediately looked, would find a simple three room cabin. The main living area had a table as its centerpiece with three chairs - for Maira and two guests, likely. A fur carpet made of deer pelts under it, while a few hunting trophies hung on the wall. A counter against the wall opposite the door full of what seemed to be craftsman tools. Nothing fancy, just things one could use to make arrows and maintain weaponry. A fireplace was against the wall to their right. It doesn’t seem to have been used recently.

A door to the room to the left led to her bedroom. A door to the back led to what seemed to be a kitchen…with a window that looked to be smashed open? Almost as if someone had hurriedly broken it open. Snow had piled up under it, indicating it had likely been there for a while, but the dim lighting made it a bit difficult to see into the room from here.

It was also noticeably colder in here than it even was outside.

Current Happenings

The moon goddess ceased glaring at Atzi, and is instead twirling a paintbrush in her hands, pouting contemplatively. The goddess would then hop down a level and begin…drawing…on the screen. Giving a huff of accomplishment when she was done, she’d climb back up to the top of the screen looking very self satisfied.

Current location: Maira’s house (She has drawn a village with a sun rising over it here. A small ‘X’ where Maira’s cabin was has been marked)
Time: Early morning

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Current Objective:
Find Maira (She has drawn a picture of Maira’s face here)

• She’s not at home. (The goddess has made a cutesy drawing of a cabin and Maira’s face, with a big red X over Maira’s face.)
• It’s awfully cold here. (The goddess has made a rather cutesy looking drawing of Atzi freezing to death, followed by one of her and Vammy hugging…rather…intimately…)

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Potential Events:

• Asvar has mentioned a lack of Ore and that he might know where more are. (A small chunk of ore is drawn here)
• Bolcha has mentioned something spooking and eating his fish (Fish bones have been drawn here)
• Bolcha has mentioned someone going into the forest and securing more wood (A pile of logs have been drawn here)
• Now where could Lazhira have run off too…? (She has drawn a picture of Lazhira with a question mark over her head)
• Enli mentioned not having enough coins or goods to barter with the merchant Mie, if she comes. (A fox wearing something black over her eyes and what seems to be rolls of marked paper held up in a very serious fashion has been drawn here. Words that spelled ‘capitalism ho!’ were also drawn here above the foxes head…whatever that meant.)
• Perhaps there's something you, personally, feel that needs to be done? (The goddess has drawn herself shrugging and looking confused)

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An eight legged herbalist
@Click This@Crusader Lord

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Akala watched the groups of people leave, and the rest of the villagers slowly dispersing from the chapel. A tired yawn, and she would soon find herself back in the backroom where most of the still living patients were being treated as best as she could.

The trip through the village was…well, it would have been peaceful had it not been such unusually dire circumstances that brought them all here. Many of the workers under Bolcha had already cleared the streets as best they could from the snow, piling it up on the sides by the houses. They’d melt, once the warmer months came around, or a windstorm came and blew everything away.

A few of the workers would give Nylah and Lyssa a friendly greeting. One would pass Nylah a small bag of freshly made bread - probably for both her and her mother. It wasn’t a secret much, but the moth girl was relatively popular among the locales for a number of reasons. Soon though, they would find themselves at the northern side of the village at Enlis’ longhouse where Calra was taking care of some patients with more alchemical and more magical means.

The inside of the large abode was warm, kept comfortable by the large fire pit in the center of it that served as both a heating source, and a bit of a common room that Enli allowed most other villagers to come in and warm themselves usually…though now the tables had been removed from the room, and on the ground were makeshift cots of those injured by the Rimebeasts kin, as well as those suffering from severe frostbite.

Calra, was at the opposite end where Enli’s desk was, looking over what seemed to be a few books and materials.

“Kyr Reed…Wind-leaf…haaa…already out, ugh.” She’d quickly move her hands over some glass vials and jars, grabbing a mortar and pestle, starting to mix some herbs together slowly. “Maybe I could use…no, that would cause…hhnnng…gaaah! I’m too cute to have to work this haaaard!” She’d fall into her stomach, rolling a bit comically back and forth…at least, until she noticed Nylah and Lissa.

“...Oh, ahem, hello~!” She’d give a friendly, cheery greeting as she’d get back to her feet. “Nylah! I’m glad you’re okay…” Her head would turn towards Lissa. “Hmm? A traveler? I don’t recognize you. Welcome, I’m Calra. Just a little spider that helps out around here occasionally. Did Akala send you, Nylah? I’m grateful for the help if she did.” Her cheery demeanor fell slightly, as she’d continue. “...I’m about out of everything. I have enough to make simple things, and I think mostly everyone here is stable, but…” She’d shake her head. “I think Wind Leaf, Shallow-water sea-slug mucus, coral moss, and Kyr reed would be the most important. You can find Kyr Reed and Wind Leaf easily in the forest…the Slug Mucus and Coral moss, not so easily with the sea frozen over like this.”

These were all materials Nylah would be familiar with. Kyr Reed acted as a sort of coagulant as well as sedative. Made people calmer…not particularly useful for treating frostbite on its own, but it was useful for staunching bleeding or injuries. Could be crushed into a paste with a variety of other things to achieve various effects. Wind-Leaf acted as more of a stimulant. When properly mixed with Kyr Reed it made salves and healing poultices good for bolstering the immune system and promoting natural healing. Coral Moss and Slug mucus were a bit harder to find, since the slugs only could be found in shallow water during the day, with Coral Moss being found in damp sea caves off the coast near the Goddess Spear. Slug Mucus was good for making topical salves for alleviating pain, while Coral Moss, when exposed to certain other substances actually heated itself to temperatures good for gentle rewarming of frost-bitten areas.

Lissa would have heard of the Coral Moss and Slug mucus, though the plants were much more local.

Current Happenings

A little chibi version of the Moon goddess is sleeping at the top of the screen, a little dialogue bubble with Z’s gently floating up…
Current location: Dawn
Time: Early morning

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Current Objective:
Calra has said the followed is what she is in need of.
Kyr Reed - Found along streams and rivers. Common along the Icewind river. A common reed like plant.
Wind Leaf - A tall plant with a tough exterior with leaves that only flower near the top, catching the wind.
Sea-slug Mucus - small slugs that live on the shoreline in shallow waters. Their mucus carries surprisingly potent healing properties and can be used as a base in a lot of healing salves.
Coral moss - brightly colored moss that grows in damp sea caves. Somehow heats itself when exposed to certain other materials, making for good bandages and to slowly warm frostbite.

• If there’s a shortage of herbs, that likely means finding some in the forest.
• Maybe magic could also be used.

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Potential Events:

• Asvar has mentioned a lack of Ore and that he might know where more are.
• Bolcha has mentioned something spooking and eating his fish
• Bolcha has mentioned someone going into the forest and securing more wood
• Enli mentioned not having enough coins or goods to barter with the merchant Mie, if she comes.
• Now where could Lazhira have run off too…?
• Perhaps there's something you, personally, feel that needs to be done?

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

Location:
Redwater Point
Mid-Morning

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@Cu Chulainn@Guy0fV4lor@Crimson Paladin

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The guard, could barely process what was happening. One moment, he had been making fun of this knight. The next, his fellow guardsman had been brutally murdered! And then this knight somehow, had managed to slay the next five within mere seconds of another! The guard could only watch in stunned silence as the monstrosities known as Fomorians were dealt with like they were nothing.

Realizing that being out here in the open like this, the guard would flee into the manor, likely to inform the mayor of what was happening.

Thankfully for Elias, they were well and truly dead. Each had been dispatched swiftly and brutally - and as the shouts and howls from the fomorians led him away from the manor and towards the village market, it seemed him and Ethelred had made short work of the Fomorians. The one he had punted would sail right through the air, about as graceful as any fomorian would fly, and would likely every fly - and slammed right into Marduk

With the five that had attacked him, the four that had attacked Ethelred…and the four that another stranger had dealt with, it seemed most of the creatures had been dealt with, but something wasn’t right. Murdock could feel it, sensing it before he could see it. Something big was nearby…being in the same direction as a majority of the people had fled.

It was a man. At least, it looked something like a man - but it was far too large to be a normal human. Standing nearly ten feet tall, it towered above the humans. A single eye was positioned in the middle of its forehead, wearing what seemed to be tough armor made of steel across its legs and chest, and in its hands was a massive spiked club - and promptly slammed it into a woman who had been attempting to escape down a nearby alleyway.

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@Pyromania99@VitaVitaAR@FrogRFlowR
Location:
Southern Giants Rest
Late afternoon

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The knight's retaliation was swift. Leo and Gabriel could only look on in mild awe at what they were witnessing. Luna, charging in head first to route the bandits and taking the pressure off them. The beams of light struck the individual bandits hard enough to disorient, giving her brothers enough room to finish them off as she approached. Swords rained from above, impaling the bandits from behind as Fio cast her spell, the phantom blades mowing down the bandits without care. From behind them, Niall’s speed and lance would ambush the bandits…

And the Queen, leaping from her steed, would brandish her blade as she landed on a nearby bandit, the large blade sinking deep into the bandits back as he’d crumple to the ground. Swiftly as a flash of lightning, Sorcha would engage a second, the Queens blade tearing through a second bandits torso before grabbing him by the armor, dragging and tossing him into a small group of others.

She’d raise her blade, lightning arcing across its surface.

“ENOUGH!” A crackle of thunder followed, a flash of lightning. From the heavens, a bolt of thunder would fall upon the group of bandits in front of her. Shouts of pain, smell of burned flesh as it was quickly followed by another bolt, then another, and a fourth final bolt of lightning as the queen would lower her blade. By now, no doubt she had their attention. “Any who wish to stay here, will be slaughtered mercilessly,” She’d raise her sword just slightly, her voice loud and commanding. “Any who wish to flee…will live. Make your choice.”

The bandits that remained would immediately disengage, pulling away from the knights and the conflict. A quiet silence, and a lull would fall over the battlefield.

“They’re the ones the boss told us about, aren’t they!?”

“Damn it! Retreat! He told us not to fight them! We’re not winning this!” The majority would indeed heed the queen's word and immediately start fleeing, deeming their lives not worth this. Even with their numbers, it seemed like their boss had told them not to engage - only a few would be left behind to cover their retreat, blocking the knights from following the majority of their force as they’d begin to scatter.

“...so that’s the Queen, huh?” Leo watched, lightning bolts falling from the sky, bringing judgment upon the bandits.

“She’s…sure is something.” Gabriel would whistle as the bandits would start scattering.

“Mind out of the gutter, brother. I Doubt a queen would take kindly to that kind of talk.”

“Says you….wait! Leo!”

“Luna!”

Leo swiftly positioned himself between Luna and the rest of the bandits. Something clanged against his blade - another blade clanging against the ground in front of him, it barely having been deflected from a distance.

“Retreat? Heh, that was the order he gave to us if the Queen of Airedale showed up. I was skeptical, but it seems his fears were founded.” Among the group of bandits, was a tall, lanky looking man covered in a large brown cloak that obscured most of his features. As he’d approach the group, the cloak would shift aside just slightly on the right - revealing not one, or two…but three arms, lithe but with visible muscle and a blade in two while sparks of fire danced between the fingers of the third. He would slowly remove his hood, revealing blackened skin with white, long, frazzled hair.

“...the heck is this guy?”

“On guard, Gabriel.”

“Gabriel, Leo, stay out of this.” Sorcha narrowed her eyes at the man. “Why is a fomorian helping bandits?”

“A fair question, that I have no intention of answering.” He’d brandish the large blade in the hand, a wave of air rushing passing by the gathered knights. “But that’s neither here nor there, O noble Queen. I won’t be allowing you to pursue my comrades…as well…I’m curious as to the strength of these knights of yours. Perhaps, indulge me for a moment and I won’t simply cut my way through this outpost of yours.”

“...Niall, I know this isn’t what we discussed, but I think he means you, too!” Sorcha commanded the knight that had joined the field. “Fio, Luna, prepare yourselves! This might get dangerous! Gabriel, Leo! Go capture one of those bandits before they escape!”

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@Hammerman@PaulHaynek

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Of course, Nyla could tell he was staring at her. At all of them really. Not that she minded. If anything, being looked at made her little squishy heart shudder with a mild bit of delight. Of course, she couldn't keep her eyes off him either. As per Kyouko-sama's request, she had to treat him as she would her. It was no different from her previous occupation, really. She remained as attentive as she could.

...

hmm...

Nyla, for the most part remained silent for the trip. A silent caretaker and ensuring that if someone was hungry, they were fed. If someone was tired, they had a place to rest, up until the point where they had reached their destination. She had hoped it wouldn't involve nearly as much fighting as the beach front had, but alas. It seemed like that was too much to hope for. She almost felt like complaining to Kyouko-sama about sending her to fight people when she was much better suited towards more...stealthy missions.

"...hmm..." She'd quietly observe Takeshi enter the fray alone. If it had been anyone else, she'd have probably called them a fool for doing so by themselves, but if she were to do that, she'd have to be called Lady Kyouko-sama a fool too then. Well, might as play up to her strengths just ever so slightly, then. Instead of immediately directly confronting the camp, Nyla would instead disengage and make an attempt to circle around to another side of the encampment while they were distracted with the others.

And the moment she would find an opening...well, they'd have nowhere to run. Caught between three aggressors and a wall of fleshy, gooey mass that would ensnare and entrap the moment they came close.

Urban Starlight Wonderland: A Magical Girl RP

Keeper of the Arcana

@Rin@RolePlayerRoxas@The Irish Tree

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"...Haaa..." Briefly, a frown would overcome Kokoha's visage. Seems like they didn't exactly need her help at all. This...fox woman? Somehow, she just didn't like her. Just as well, seemed like she really wasn't needed here. By the time she managed to arrive, not only had someone else beat her here, but seconds later a third magical girl showed up. Starlighter, Magifox. Oh great, she came all the way here to vent frustration and instead she found some sorta sword otaku, an old fox lady, and someone that looked like she could copy homework from.

Keep it together, Kokoha you adorable JK. Just a minor annoyance.

"A-ahem, sorry I don't think we've met!" MagiGal said with the totally friendliest smile anyone had ever seen. "A little sad I missed the action it looks like, but glad to see you're all safe!" Well, no she didn't really care honestly. She was hoping to bash something herself with some of her own admittedly meager repertoire. "MagiGal at your service!~" Kokoha would finish with a rather stereotypical magical-girly pose she had seen in an anime once that she totally hadn't completely watched on purpose. "If you need support, I'm your totally adorable gal!"

She'd quickly clear her throat, ugh, man that was embarrassing.

"A-anyways! Are we...clear here?"

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

Location:

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Location:
Redwater Point
Mid-Morning

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It was, by all means, an average day. The sun was doing its slow climb into the sky, warming the cold land from its chilly night and the monsters that haunted it. People moving about. As the group split to their respective tasks, they may have noticed a particularly large humanoid, dressed in a thick white coat made of some form of leather with similarly colored boots upon their feet…yet oddly, the flesh on their hands seemed to be of a thick, red color. Even more so, the entire upper body of their face was covered by a hood, with thick bandages seemingly covering most of the rest.

“Oh, good morning my lord.” A shopkeep would greet this gargantuan man. “Rare to see you out so early!”

“Ah, well, sometimes one just wishes to take a walk among the sun.” His raspy, deep voice would rumble in response. “That and, well, I heard my grandson became a squire! Thought I might get him a present for when I see him again!”

“Oh, you have a grandson? You don’t seem old enough too, aha!”

“I assure you, age is something I’m very familiar with even if my body is quite stout.” He’d laugh, turning his head towards a young woman passing by. The scent of the old fey met his nose. Intoxicating. Pure. Was it her? His escaped subject!? How was…how did - no it didn’t matter. It didn’t…matter at all. “Hmm…but if you’ll excuse me, I just remembered something I have to do…”

“No trouble at all! I’ll stay open later just for you if I have too!”

“Ah, well thank you.” He would be gone before any of the knights could question him.

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@Cu Chulainn@Guy0fV4lor@Crimson Paladin

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Reinhardt approached the Mayor’s house, stopped by two of the guards that were patrolling. They bore no crest, aside from the city emblem of Redwater - a red fish emblazoned upon a shield of water. Local, then, and not affiliated with any higher lord. Only the Mayor here, likely. Upon hearing his question though, the two men narrowed their eyes at him.

“Oh yeah? And what’s that matter to us?” The older looking one among them asked.

“An awful long way from your mothers house.” The younger one said with a grunt. “Go run back home to your so-called queen's bosom. She’ll be better suited to that sorta thing I bet.” Clearly, these men had both no intention of letting him pass, let alone no love - or respect - for that matter for Sorcha. It was, perhaps no surprise really. Sorcha wasn’t likely the only one to have proclaimed themselves as some sort of queen or ruler…not that it would excuse their behavior.

Ethelred would have a bit of an easier time of it. The he was obviously startled by Ethelred’s appearance, after a bit of talking and realizing he wasn’t some fomorian monster about to murder him, he was much more jovial and friendly. He’d be stopped by a patrol of guards on the way out, but the situation would be quickly diffused after a bit of talking and explanation. The merchants were a bit more friendly - they’d gasp and talk about his appearance but if he was there to spend it didn’t seem like many had much of a fuss beyond an initial gasp.

And, they would have some very interesting things to say about their current lord and happenings. The current lord was Bernard Alistain, cooped up in his castle near Harzelslack. Apparently he was in talks to officially swear fealty to lord Harzelslack, though they hadn’t completely gone through yet. The villagers were also pretty scared of the so Fomorian attacks. They had come very close, and even if Redwater was a fairly well defended place…it likely wouldn’t be good if it did come here. There was also the matter of the smaller fomorians like they had run into on the way here - the increase in attacks lately had them all on edge.

Lastly, and perhaps most interestingly…Lord Alistan had in fact, sent someone to help protect the town. A tall, burly man who simply went by the name of ’Beimnech’. Apparently someone who was an expert on Fomorians. He was staying with the Mayor. The moment Ethelred would turn to leave…

A scream.

Blood.

A goblin sized fomorian with black skin, pointed ears and wearing rudimentary armor burst furth from an alleyway. It was soon accompanied by several others. More of those grotesque dog things that they had saw the other day. Dozens of mouths gnashing open and close, curse-ridden saliva oozing from their mouths as dozens of eyes frantically looked around. Ensued by chaos, the civilians began screaming and running.

Whenever Reinhardt would make his reply to the guards, supposing he had one - faster than he could react, there was a shout, a black object whizzed by, slamming into his torso. A gurgled cry for help as a vaguely human sized creature began ripping and tearing every inch of flesh and bone from the mans face, laughing maniacally before using its powerful muscles to sling the man to the side, before leaping towards the other man.

Reinhardt would find fivel more gunning for him! Not only that, a number of small goblins and cursed mutts like they had seen earlier were making havoc in the streets!

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@Pyromania99@VitaVitaAR@FrogRFlowR
Location:
Southern Giants Rest
Late afternoon

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“I see, I see.” Sorcha would respond to Luna. It was hard to tell what she was thinking, but from the small frown on her lips it was either something she was thinking hard about herself, or perhaps some manner of displeased by. “I’m curious as to why an Elder Beast would choose to help humans without gain on its own. Granted they all can be rather fickle and one beast never thinks the same as others…” She’d sigh, dropping the subject as Fio would pose her own question.

Hm.

“Oh? Curious about me, are we Fio? I’m surprised, aside from Vyrell none have asked me.” She’d smile…though it’d quickly fade into a thoughtful hum. No doubt she was briefly pondering messing with Fio and quickly decided against it. “I don’t have some artifact, or some lineage like others might. In fact I have nothing I can give anyone for proof.” She’d soon reply. “Except…memories. I remember them. All of them. Well, sort of. Its a little difficult to explain, but…I have his memories. Well, my memories I guess.” The queen would glance away from the two, off towards the setting sun, the horse she was riding slowly coming to a halt.

Her hands tightened on the reigns. Briefly it seemed like she was going to continue speaking, but there was a sound of clashing steel. Shouts of men. They were near the fort and Lightsword territory.

“...Luna! Fio! I think they’ve got a welcome party for us!” The queen laughed, spurring the steed onwards, towards the sounds of battle. “I’ll have to thank your brothers for the warm welcome!”

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The fort was but a simple thing. Several stories high, the base primarily made of tough stone with the upper floors being made of wood. Honestly, it was barely big enough to really be called a fort. It was more of an outpost than anything, used by soldiers and the family when traveling through the area, and sometimes a staging ground for larger operations. Still, it was important in keeping peace in the land.

Currently, it was under assault.

“On your left, Gabriel!” A knight, dressed in the finest of silver and gold armor, a flowing blue cloak behind and wielding a sword passed down through the lightsword family.

“Worry about yourself, Leo!”

clang

The bandits sword was deflected by a much more mundanely dressed human of similar build. Dressed in warm leather and fur, a head full of messy blond hair and a simple steel sword.

They, were the two oldest sons of the Lightsword family - Luna’s older brothers.

“Where did these guys even come from! We don’t patrol for one day and suddenly they’re everywhere!” Leo drove his sword into the chest of a nearby bandit, expertly dispatching him with a practiced hand. A handful of other soldiers were out with him. They hadn’t planning on encountering a bandit force as big as this! In fact, this was the largest concentration of bandits they had seen in a long while!

“Humph! No idea, lets just hope this Queen of Luna’s gets here soon!” Gabriel, grinning from ear to ear replied as he’d grab another bandit by the neck…and then promptly behead him. The body would roll down the sloped ground, into a small tree. And this would be the sight Fio, Luna, Sorcha, and a certain Owl Knight would find when they arrived. A small group of Lightsword family soldiers, fending off what seemed to be a small army of bandits.