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Not feeling too great everyone. Sorry if you're waiting on me.
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I'm sorry for anyone who was waiting for me. Some real life stuff happened, but for now things seem calm. I'll try to post in my RP's ASAP.

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Meirin Kurenai


Meirin trusted Ssarak, but that didn't mean she wasn't cautious. She has no idea what might happen in that cloud and she just wanted to brace herself for it. But if Ssarak said it would be okay, she'd believe him. Holding on tight as Ssarak ascended, when they went through the cloud Meirin felt rather wet. It was very humid, not unlike a thick fog or being high up on the mountains. The cool winds whipped across her face as Ssarak went higher and higher. It was a good thing her dress was made of thick cloth to keep her warm.

When they broke through the clouds, what Meirin saw was breathtaking. Literally, as the high altitude made it somewhat difficult for Meirin to breath. Fortunately breath control was something she learned even before coming to the college, so she quickly adjusted to suit her environment. But here, high above the clouds, was far different than anything she's ever been to before. She's never flown so high that she could see the top of clouds. Meirin was speechless. The clouds reflected the sun's light like fresh snow. The shapes and sizes of the clouds were absolutely colossal; while she always knew clouds were large, being this close to them made Meirin feel like an insect. It was as if she had been taken to a new world, ten times bigger than the one she knew. It was as if she was in another magical realm.

"Wow..." Meirin reached out, trying to grab hold of one of the clouds. She didn't expect to actually catch anything, but she wanted to try.

Myrn Vaan'Atisha


Myrn wasn't satisfied with this answer. She understood what the Matriarch wanted to do, but Myrn didn't like it. Yes they would change, but they won't be doing it fast enough. There simply wasn't any time for the naga to "adapt" to the new ways. By the time the nagas would come to accept things like magic or naga hybrids, the only ones who would be doing that would be a handful of survivors. Mryn didn't like that thought. There had to be a different way they could do things. A way they could adapt faster, get used to strange, new things. But Myrn knew so little of the naga that she couldn't think of a way to help them. The naga were a mysterious people, which made their problems difficult to figure out. Normally when people were pushed into dire straights like this, they would be far more accepting of using solutions offered to them. Myrn often gave advice and directions to people who just lost everything or were on the run, and they usually took it. And the ones who didn't Myrn never heard from again. That's when she had an idea.

"I understand. I'm glad that you see it that way, Matriarch. I have many more questions for you and the naga, but I do not wish to waste any more of your time. If... If it isn't too much trouble however, perhaps we could keep in touch through writing?" Myrn held her book in front of her. All this time and the answers where right in her hands. "There's so much more I want to know about the naga, but our time together is coming to an end. But with this, I can learn more from you, as well as ensure that you and the naga are doing well. I'm sorry if I seem too forceful. I won't press the matter any further. Um..." Now Myrn was feeling some awkward stares from Lyamis. He may be (understandable) pissed that Myrn went off on a tangent like she did. Bowing her head at the matriarch Myrn said her farewells. "I've used enough of your time. Please consider my offer. Thank you for your time, Matriach." Myrn then turned to Lyamis and bowed to him as well. "And you as well Lyamis. Thank you for answering my questions. I pray that your journey is safe and fortunate."

Myrn left the naga alone and headed back to her dorm. She put her book away among other journals and notes. She practically had a small library of books she's written, most of it stories, drafts, notes, and other documents of things she's seen. On her table was a thin journal of her "Observations" about the naga. Mostly it was just Myrn taking the answers Lyamis had given her and writing her own thoughts based off his answers. Since he didn't exactly give a very in depth explanation, Myrn had to pad it out herself. But Myrn wasn't going to do that right now. She's been at this for the past few days and it has been putting some stress on her. Even though it was none of her business Myrn felt like she had to preserve the naga somehow. She could tell the path they were on right now would lead to ruin. Something had to be done. Somehow...

Shaking her head, Myrn put those thoughts aside. She needed to unwind, and the best way to do that was to go out for a walk. She took her bow, arrows, and her Dar'Missan. She also put on her hunting outfit. While she wouldn't mind bagging some game, she wasn't trying to go hunting. It's just that the forests around the college were dangerous, so it was best if she went prepared. It'd also be best if she had company. With a smile on her face Myrn went out of her dorm to find Aramir, the lovely little snow elf. Despite her hatred of being touched, Myrn makes an exception for little cuties like Aramir. She just hoped Aramir wasn't still afraid of her. Myrn could be a bit... Obsessive, but she learned to tone it down.
@EWillden

She has it in her bag. Despite it's appearance, it can be pretty compact when she puts it away. The only bulky thing is the helmet.
I don't know if you guys realized this, but Catarina hasn't been wearing her armor since they left the temple. She took it off when Malkai was still an elephant since she was roasting in her full plate.
Smiling, Parum was glad that the others chose to help the villagers. This was good. The other two, Trear and the warrior, went off ahead while Parum stayed with the villagers. Before Orchid went and got himself into danger Parum made a point to stop him so she could tell him what to do with the kobold as well as other reasons. "Hold up there big guy." Parum said, approaching him with a quiet voice. "You can't go running into the next fight in your condition. Look at you! You're just going to get yourself hurt again. Stay and protect the villagers with me. Besides, I want to talk to the kobold you're carrying when we reach somewhere safe."

Hopefully Orchid would have listened, though Parum couldn't waste time arguing if he choose not to. Lilan, Cuth,and their children already went ahead to follow Trear and the warrior, so Parum went after them. They had stopped moving, which told Parum that they found something. She stayed with the family, her viol and rapier out, ready for the next fight. She stayed as quiet as she could, not moving an inch, waiting and watching.



Sorry I've been gone. I'll try to post today too.
With the fall of the last Kobold, Parum fell to her knees. "That was exhilarating..." However looking towards everyone else, they seemed largely unaffected by the fight. Well, aside from Orchid, who looked worse for wear, but as soon as he stood up he looked like he was back in good health. He asked about skinning the kobolds, and for the sake of the children Parum spoke up. "Ah... No. Don't do that Orchid. We have to help the village first. Maybe after we're done you can... Do your thing. Oh! But tie up that one of there." Parum pointed towards the kobold she thinks she knocked out with her spell. With any luck that one was merely unconscious and not dead. "We'll need to question him."

The family from before spoke their their concerns about the rest of their family, which got Parum on her feet and smiled at them. "Don't worry! I can't speak for the others, but I'll help you find them." The family, the mother named Linan and the father Cuth, spoke about a keep. And sure enough the dragon flew through some obscuring smoke and revealed the keep in the distance. Considering that it wasn't on fire or smoking, Parum was almost certain that it was still holding even against the dragon's assault. This was good; a keep was a good place to stay safe for the night. With any luck it may even have it's own soldiers and guards to fight the dragon. Not that Parum didn't want to, but more help was better. Trear turned to Parum and the other adventurers and asked if they were going to go against the caravan master's orders to save the village. Parum just smiled at her, slightly unaware of her taunt, recognizing it more as a call to challenge.

"I'm more than glad to lend a hand! The keep sounds like the safest place to be at right now. Heck, once we finish guiding the survivors back to the keep, we should tell the Caravan Master too. While I don't doubt his strength, a circle of wagons is no bastion."
I will post a small one shortly.
One by one the kobolds were getting taken down, making Parum feel excited by the second. She's seen fights before, but this would be the first time she ever got into a real life-or-death situation! Granted, she once killed a man, somewhat accidentally, but this time she was on the offensive. She felt like she was invincible. But then she saw the orc get hit square in the face with a stone, and seeing him fall quickly reminded Parum that they could still be defeated. Even if not by these kobolds, there could be more, or maybe that dragon from before would make her appearance now and attack them while they're weakened. Parum had to act decisively.

“Dout darastrix usjalil tepohaic wer trekis di vi jimva skav."

Throwing another Vicious Mockery at the Kobold, somewhat weaker because she wasn't trying to kill the Kobold. If possible she wanted him to fall unconscious so she could question him. Afterwards, Parum also ran as close as her legs could carry her to Orchid. Specifically, she shielded his prone body from further attacks. She knew that she was far too small and weak to actually protect him, but that didn't mean she was going to allow these vermin to finish him off. After casting her spell and playing a sharp tune from her viol, Parum aimed her rapier at the kobold, daring him to come closer.



Catarina didn't like anything about this at all. They were hired to get the chalice and that was it. Catarina herself was willing to lay down her life for Vivian and Malkus, but that didn't mean she was going to go back on her contract with the mage guild. Then again... It's not as if she signed anything either. Lawfully speaking, Catarina had no obligation to work with the mage guild aside from the promise of payment. Now maybe if the guild was as crafty as the inquisitor and had her sign a binding document, Catarina would have had to fight her way out of here. But for now... She and her allies were merely freelance adventurers, who happened to chance across this deadly and powerful artifact in the middle of the desert. It would go to the highest bidder. Frankly, Catarina didn't care who's hands it lands in. She was more concerned about keeping her friends safe.

When it was Catarina's turn to sign the contracts she looked at the both of them. She still didn't like this deal. She wasn't signing on with a messenger of Pellenor so much as a demon. Sign off their loyalty and life to be at this woman's will. Catarina didn't want to sign it. But she knew what would happen to them if she did. She signed off on the contract to reliquish the chalice, but before she signed the other contract she had some questions. "First of all, what exactly do you want us to do? Our money is no good if you want us to sacrifice our wealth on behalf of your inane mission. Second, if or when our contract ends, can you guarantee that we will still be under your protection? Because I would rather much not get into a situation where you and your goons try to kill us because we've outlived our usefulness." This wasn't just for Catarina's sake, but for Vivian and Malkus as well. She didn't know how much they read their contract, and sure this was just Catarina being paranoid again, but she wasn't going to let them get into a tight spot. Catarina was going to protect them, whether it is with a pen or sword.




Parum noticed the two newcomers enter the room. A warrior woman and a male who looked like a bard. he had a pretty face, but Parum was able to get a good read on him. He was a manipulator and charmer; the sort of ladykiller who could say sweet nothings and the cold truth in one breath. Parum has dealt with his types before and she was immune to their charm. But that didn't mean she didn't know how to play along. "Hello, you two must be the other two who will be helping the Inquisitor. My name is Parum, a humble halfling merchant. Pleased to meet you." Parum would have shook hands, but the room was rather cramp. Any more people and they'd be getting very close to one another.

Parum turned her head back towards the three strangers when the female fighter spoke about the contracts. It was smart to question a contract; if Parum had written it she would have put in a few hidden conditions to ensure an upper hand in legal matters. However because Erika wrote this contract herself Parum had no idea what she had written, but Parum wasn't going to let the fighter blow her chances at working with the inquisitor. "Oh it'll be nothing like that. What the inqusitor really needs is able-bodied warriors to help her in her quest to slay a... Powerful influence. I don't mean to be vague, but you have to understand that this information is sensitive. We cannot tell you more if we cannot assure your silence, should you choose to deny our contract." Of course if the warrior woman did, she would die. "As for your protection, rest assure that while the inquisitor's means are certainly harsh, she is not a maniac. Should you fulfill your end of the contract you shall be paid accordingly, perhaps even with a bonus for your loyalty. So long as you remain loyal and follow your contract, you shall never be useless to use."

Catarina still didn't like the deal, but she felt the halfling was somewhat more trustworthy. She still considered both her and the Inquisitor to be treacherous, but Halflings had a tendency towards honesty. Which may also serve well to make them great liars, since anyone would believe that a halfling is being honest. As if reading her mind, Parum spoke out to help ease Catarina's worries. "I am not affiliated with the church or the inquisitor beyond my own interests in helping her. If you ever feel unsatisfied with her, you are free to work for me. I can assure you that while my job for you will be far less exciting, they are honest jobs with honest pay. Knowing what the inquisitor faces, I cannot stand idly by and pretend that it isn't my business. But once it's settled, our business would be done and we would part ways. If you'd like, you may come along with me."

Catarina was feeling slightly more willingly, but only if Erika would include it into the contract. "I want to be able to leave this job after we're done. I don't intend to serve as a paladin of the church if I have any say in the matter."
Meirin Kurenai


Meirin took comfort in being so close to Ssarak. This was a rare time where they actually were this physically intimate with one another. Despite seeing each other for so long, Meirin hasn't so much as kissed Ssarak. Having him hold her, or the occasional hug, were about as affectionate as they got. So Meirin cherished these little moments together. High above the college, hundreds if not thousands of feet above the ground, made Meirin forget about her worries in life. She didn't need to feel strong or forget the demons, or to even try and me something Ssarak would like. In moments like these, Meirin only felt love, and that's all she wanted from Ssarak. "If I had my way Ssarak, I would never leave." Meirin said smiling.

She looked down at the college below. From this height everything seemed so... Small. She remembered the first time Meirin came to the college and how imposing it was. She always thought that she would only end up locked away in some remote corner of the fortress, never seeing anything beyond her room. But now she felt that the college was like a second home to her. It was a strange feeling; the monestary she grew up in, while far less accommodating as the college, was always going to be her home to her. But if she ever wanted to settle down, or if for some reason she can't return to the monastery, Meirin knew that she would stay at the college. Perhaps even for the rest of her life. She felt that she would do well as a teacher her, even if she doesn't master her Weaving magic. The college just felt so... Homely.

Turning her eyes away from the college Meirin then looked towards the horizon. It was a different view from the skies. Before the horizon could have been anything from the roof of a building or the top of a hill. But in the air the horizon was none other than the very edge of the world itself. It reminded Meirin of her insignificance; that she was barely a single blade of grass in this massive world. The monk taught Meirin that at an early age, but she never really took it to heart. To her, everything she was doing was her world. Every person she met, every monster she fought, even event she saw, that was her world and that was all that really mattered to her. Sure there were countries at war with one another, gods scheming, and conspiracies rising all around the world. For all she knew, there could be an eldritch abomination beyond the stars, just one errant twitch from breaking the fabrics of reality to arrive in their world. But to Meirin, that sort of thing never concerned her. It wasn't something within her reach, so as far as she cared to know, it wasn't part of her world. But flying above the level she had always walked, she felt... A greater weight. Now that she could see the world from one end to the other, she felt that she could do something for it. It reminded Meirin of a proverb her master taught her:

"You cannot touch what you cannot perceive."

Slowly reaching her hand out, Meirin tried to touch the world before her. Sure she was only grasping at empty air, but she could see it right before her eyes. This was her world; it was in her hands. And she would do whatever she has to to protect it. Her mind switched back to Ssarak when he turned his face to her and mentioned some rain coming in. For a moment Meirin felt a bit concerned; she's never been flying during the rain. Was it even possible to avoid the rain by flying above it? Ssarak would probably know better than her since he can fly, but Meirin wasn't certain. "Be careful Ssarak! If this turns out to be a thunder cloud, we should head back to the ground." As he was still looking at her, Meirin moved her outstretch hand to caress Ssarak's snout. It felt warm.

Myrn Vaan'Atisha


So much information, so little time. If Myrn was here on her own time she would have immediately sprung into more questions regardless of how Lyamis felt, but by the time she finished writing her notes they where at the Matriach. Closing her book, Myrn couldn't help but ponder the situation about the naga. Myrn can't say she holds any particular kinship with any of them. While she was fascinated by their culture and wants to know everything she can about them, at the same time she wouldn't try to affect their future. Myrn was a Vaan'Dred; their role were to record history, not make it. Of course... "A blade that cannot bend will break." Myrn left the clan to control her own destiny. If she happened to break tradition... Well, that was certainly going to be in the history books.

"Greetings, Matriarch. I hope you and your people are well. I know you all intend to leave the college, and..." Myrn glanced at Lyamis. She wanted to ask questions. Surely the Matriarch was more of a conservationist than Lyamis was. But at the same time, Myrn wanted to help the naga. After all, she can't get the history and culture of the naga if they all end up dead by the end of the year. Before she could be stopped, Myrn asked her question. "Have you considered taking up the college's hospitality and staying here? I'm certain they can arrange some way for the naga to earn their keep. War is coming, demons from the Inferno are rallying their forces against the college, no, the entire world. I cannot say I know the motives of the Yarosmere were, but I fear that if they learn of your survival, they may attempt to attack you again, or convince others to attack you. I understand that the naga as slow to adapt to new situations, but if they return to their old ways your troubles will only come back, stronger than before. And even you cannot deny that the naga are not strong enough right not to fend off another attack by any forces, be it demons, monsters, or men. If they must go into hiding, surely they could do so with the protection of their allies?"

Myrn knew that the college hasn't exactly been open about their thoughts regarding the naga. She was aware of Tyrael's distrust of him, but frankly Myrn took his considerations with a grain of salt. They allowed the Naga a place to stay and as far as Myrn has learned, the naga are leaving out of their own accord, not because the college has told them too. Myrn wasn't blind to the possible incidents that the naga would make either. Myrn has already learned much of Mar when she was looking into the Naga, all about the shenanigans she were involved in. And unlike her, most of the naga do not have a sponsor to vouch for them. And really, it wasn't Myrn's place to even be talking about this. She wasn't really a student of the college, nor truly a member. She was no more part of the college than the mercenaries that protect it's walls. But Myrn wasn't doing this for the sake of the college, but for the sake of the naga. As prideful as they may be, they needed protection. They simply were not equipped to deal with the new magical threats that may be after them, nor of the new power formed by the Yarosmere. They lacked the number nor resources to defend themselves. They have turned into prey, but not if Myrn had anything to say about it.

"I... I do not mean to offend, Matriarch. It's just... As a Vaan'Dred, a historian, I have seen great people similar to the naga. I have learned how they met their end. And while death may come to us all, that's no reason not to continue living. The naga have so much more they could be capable of. An unknown, bountiful future ahead of them. I wish to see them flourish and prosper. I would hate to see only their shadows as they vanish into the sands of time."
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