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In Roses and Daggers - Looking for new players! → 8 mos ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Join the mystique, dark intrigue and love with possible heartache. This kingdom holds many secrets good and bad with a deadly game ever lurking. Test your mettle or flaunt your nobility. Drama, laughter; emotional storm awaits! with a great, active gm and co-gms that are open and flexible to chatting out ideas and plotsa planning, so come on down and test your hand with the rose, or fall tp the dagger? Only time..and fate can decide!
In Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron → 8 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay





Race: Silver-Wolf Shifter
Class: Arcane Mystic
Location: Bar
Interactions: : @princess Phia @Lava alckon Corin
Mentions: @potter Arya/Stella
Equipment:

Attire:
Gold Balance: 37
Injuries:


Menzai rushed to keep up with the hungry half-elf, his own grumbling appetite worsening with his temper. For every few steps the wolf caught glances of unsavory glances in their direction; upsettingly most the interest were on Phia. The vile and unsettling things whispered of their intrigue and intent towards her and Arya made him seethe beneath the surface as he scoured their surroundings aiming vicious glares in challenge to any that might think to try making a move.

Non-stop his gaze turned and roamed about; at times checking on Phia then to Arya while his ears turned and tuned like sonar listening for any useful information, but only heard continued topics about them and of normal going ons of the port and hardly any of it unpleasant, some even praise worthy, not that it lessened the sickened rage stewing with every snippet caught about the women.

He took little solace in knowing only he could hear them sparing the group such discomforting dangers that now surrounded them and in vast numbers. He frowned with a sharp inhale as he looked to Phia then Arya, who thanks to her covering up kept her from being noticed too much, but thanks to a certain mouthy feline, Phia was practically a known celebrity to the port.

He scrambled to think of a plan though his mind was too scattered from the constant scanning and intimidating. the stressful exhaustion and growling of his stomach made keeping up with the food seeking half-elf rushing onward through crowd, his breathing and walking grew tired and haggard as he pushed and nudged past. All the while giving any that tried to get close or pickpocket handsy a cold snarl in passing.

Then without warning he saw Phia abruptly stop enabling him to catch up behind her only to find she had bumped into someone. A sturdy man with broad shoulders and metal armor that gave a metallic shout with each step; the faint ringing of their impact pulled his attention to the man’s griseled face, worn beard and experience. A veteran knight perhaps from the looks of it?

"Are you just as lost as me?”

The man’s words took him by surprise initially having him pause in place and observed as Phia appeared to say something but something seemingly caught her attention.

“You— you have one too… You were on the wooden beast.” Her shoulders relaxed a little. “We were escorted here — the others and I — so we could speak with the prince. Request his help to fix the broken beast.”

His brow raised at the way she openly spoke with the stranger was concerning though her mention of the wooden beast had him inspecting his scent. From it he could pick up traces of the ship, of metal and smoke; too well groomed and clean unlike the rank stench of the unwashed pirates whose cumulative sour aroma almost left his head reeling were it not for minimizing his breathing where possible.

“You will be safe with me."

As he tried to ponder if the man had a shard when his caught notice of her offer causing a jolting flick of the ears. Eyes nearly went wide as he dashed forward appearing between her and the armored stranger.” P-Pardon, good sir. Forgive the interruptions, but I wish to have a moment with my sister. If you can please hold one moment.” The wolf hastily interjected placing a hand gently on the half-elf’s shoulder before anything else could be said.

With a held up clawed finger of his off-hand Menzai had softly nudged her to the side while keeping him in the corner of his eye; watching for any shady movements with a scouring huff before turning his attention to Phia, his expression softening.” Sweet Phia, you must not be too hasty to give your trust while in these parts.” Whispered the wolf, pausing to peek the knight, his observations showed no sense of malice or signs of deceptions, though this was home to pirates whom often were highly skilled at deception.

Turning his attention back to Phia, using this chance to check in on Arya not wishing to take his eyes off either for too long.” Hm, if what you say is true and he carries one as well then it may be best he joins with us, but keep in mind where we are. Until we can escape this port, it is best to view any we encounter here an enemy to not be trusted.” Furrowing his brows thinking back to the despicable captain.” View them all like that captain Beckett, hunters with no respect of honor or integrity.” Shaking his head with a slight growling scowl then let out a cool exhale.” Know I trust your judgement, sweet Phia, but still caution is needed. Allow me to ask some questions to see if this man intends any trickery, if not then there should be no issue?” He inquired with a nod and light squeeze to her shoulder.

Stepping away and forward approaching the armored knight and gave a light bow of respect.” Forgive the wait and again for the interruptions. My sister was perchance a tad..hasty.” A corner peak at Phia with a slight sigh.” In regards to joining us, before any such decisions are made, I think introductions are in order.” Placing a hand against his chest.” The name is Menzai, and you have met Phia. There are some things I wish to ask, such as if it is indeed true you hold one as well?” Careful not to say in case they were being spied on.” And, may I ask what profession of knight you entail, sir…?”


In Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron → 9 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




Race: Silver-Wolf Shifter
Class: Arcane Mystic
Location: Bar
Interactions: @potter Arya/Stella, @princess Phia
Mentions: @Funnyguy Minerva/Miris @Tae Meiyu @oso Bastion

Equipment:

Attire:
Gold Balance: 27
Injuries:


The wolf studied Captain Beckett, curious to discern this prince’s aim and motivations that drew so many to such a hidden port, though held doubts of the man’s words, expecting only vagueness.

“Borrrring.” Minerva commented with an eye-roll. “My turn! What's your type, Captain Beckett?”

Minerva’s cutting interjection turned his scrutizing eye back to the feline with a sharp huff of his nostrils, ears flicking in disbelief.*Again, you insult my manner of approach. Then to waste time with this pointless type farce.* Fighting back the urge to scowl, sensing a similar intense glare from Minerva’s direction after following up with a reminder to be truthful.

She held a strange, smug animosity when glancing his way, which left him further irked and confused. For what reason did she keep challenging his attempts to learn and gather details to aid the group? He could not say; parts of him suspected her of possibly working with the pirates. Her sudden appearance still left mysterious questions; the continued dismissal of him, and the volunteering of Phia to them made such doubts worse.

Glowering back at the feline shifter, thinking of how she had stuck to Arya during their trek. A sense of unease had been felt and had since worsened from her conflicting antics.

Turning his attention away from the feline with the reminder that she wasn’t the threat, and with a slow rumbling exhale when glimpsing Arya to find her smiling sweetly at him. The unexpected, cute sight took him by surprise; the warmth of it reminded him of Phia, but there was a sadness..a loneliness behind it as well, perplexed by what he might have done to warrant it, but comforting despite the curious, queer tilt of the ear as he observed the tiefling.

Regretful that he could not have helped her, Minerva’s closeness made doing so difficult: keeping the pirates wandering too close was the most he could risk. As long as the risk to Phia’s life persisted, shackling his actions more than any cheap rope or chain could.

”What...What.. Do you want.. With us?”

His ears twitched at the shy, squeaky voice Arya had let out, hints of holding back tears, signs of her struggle to speak up. Yet, she managed to do so despite whatever fears followed hers. Such bravery was commendable. A simple question, but straight to the point and the key point to figuring out why this prince would care enough to waste time with random travelers. He gave a small appreciative nod and a hint of a smile, thankful to get a sensible question.

Menzai-



"There is someone else here,"

Menzai’s eyes opened with a startled start, his head turning partially to see Phia standing close, her whispered voice barely registering at first. Blinking briefly at a loss as Bastion soon came into view, the last he could recollect was checking to see if any others had questions when he caught a glimpse of Bastion, then…

Blinking the memory away, his mind left reeling as if waking from a dream. An unpleasant dream.

The discomfort melted away in place of relief to see Phia up and rested. A few seconds later, her words registered; before he could speak up, the mysterious figure in question stepped forth, the snaketress, or to say melted out of the shadows to be more accurate.

“ Hm, so it seems. To follow us through a treacherous jungle and manage to remain hidden, a testament to her skills of stealth.” Impressed as he was displeased to see the woman who had a hand in her injuries.

Glancing towards the half-elf, a look of pride in his eyes at how well her hunting skills have come, and doing so after sleeping.

He had sensed someone tailing them early enough, but saw no trace or scent that told of traversing downhill, though to evade his acute senses was perplexing. An inkling of magic was involved.

“I have a question.”

And she followed with a purpose in mind. Curious, the wolf stayed quiet to see what she might add.

“You bind their hands, yet let them keep their weapons.” Her tone was calm–curious, even–but the curiosity of a serpent, not a scholar. “A fascinating choice. A thief would call it sloppy. A strategist would call it deliberate.”

She spoke with a sly boldness, her questions all but challenging, risky in the presence of pirates. He eyed the woman cautiously, studying the way she carried herself; quiet, difficult to read, but danger lurked in her every action and movement.

“Perhaps it’s meant as humiliation. Mercy wrapped in mockery, so they remember who holds the leash. A way to cull the loud from the clever. Or maybe it’s a test, to see who’s wise enough not to struggle. It could even be theater, a performance of civility for your Prince’s court. A way to show the world how well your captives behave under your hospitality. Or…” her lips curved faintly, “my personal favorite, a trap waiting for someone foolish enough to believe you sloppy. The first fool who lunges gives you permission to bleed the rest. Fear spreads faster when the corpse is fresh.”

The snaketress seemed to enjoy playing her own games, the way she shamelessly challenged and called out on their meager ploys. How they allowed them to keep their weapon and gear was peculiar, while peering at the port, taking in their numbers, and the demonstration of cannons. The confidence was warranted, for they held all the cards…for now.

And Beckett was a man who clearly reveled in his position, the way he toyed and mocked them since showing his smug prick face.

"Questions, questions," he said, spreading his arms like a man receiving applause. "You lot are nosy as gulls. But I did say I’d answer, didn’t I? So. Let’s make good on that."

The man spoke boisterously, treating this all as a fun game, and had had enough of taking questions. His tone offered little confidence of gaining much, if any, useful intel.

"You asked what grand ambition our Prince holds? Simple. He wants it all. This island..." he gestured toward the rough skyline of Port Verge, a crooked sprawl of sails and smoke, "...is just the start. Give him time, and the rest of the Principalities will kneel or burn. The man’s got a taste for crowns, and lucky me, I get to be the one placing them on his head."

Menzai glanced in the direction and gestured, the sprawling of ships lining the port with clouds of smoke billowed and blackened the darkening sky. A show of force; a threat to peace, prepping for conquest. A grand fleet it appeared, but still no answer as to what methods the prince drew him to foolishly lofty ambition.

Then a burst of raucous laughter bellowed from Beckett, who looked more amused and pleased towards Minerva’s question; one he held no interest in and hoped she had been dismissed with said laughter, yet the man’s face said otherwise.

Witnessing the captain happily point to one after another, annoyed at the man’s casualness. His facial expression upon seeing him point at Phia; feral fury burned within with a hidden scowl, darkening still upon seeing him continuing, pointing to Arya next.* If he so much as dares touch a hair on the women, no army will prevent my wrath.* The wolf fumed and, from the corner of his eye, could see Phia’s scowling expression, sharing his sentiment.

"Can’t forget you, handsome."

The captain’s words took him aback as he took in the lazy finger aimed at him. A shiver of disgust ran through him, finding maintain his stoic expression, but it paled to the scowling anger demonstrated on the half-elf’s face. To see her so angry was a rare sight; one seldom done for her own sake. In that rage, he felt concern for Arya, for him.

"You will not harm anyone here."

Her chin lifted, wild hair catching the breeze, as if daring him to test her.
"You do not wish to know what happens when you tease wolves."

Feeling her step closer, the wolf gently wrapped his hand around hers, giving a comforting squeeze and a small nod when she glanced at him.” Let them laugh and jeer. Their number gives them inflated confidence. Patience, sweet Phia. Once their vulnerability reveals itself, so will their cowardice….they will taste our fangs yet.” He whispered to her alone, with the hope that the reminder would temper her anger.

"Do I look like a man who plays games?"

He could do little else but help let out an exasperated eye-roll before catching Phia’s quick answer, which brought out an amused huff at her directness; a fitting reply to the man’s rhetorical question.

"Course I do. But not this time. You’re not prisoners. Not yet. The bindings were just a precaution. Keeps the journey peaceful, you understand. As for your weapons...we're not worried. This is Port Verge. Coming here unarmed’d be like fighting a Kraken in a canoe. Not fair. Not fun." He looked at Arya again, and Phia felt a rush of tension seize her once more. "And finally, to answer your question, love...I have no fucking idea what he wants with you. That's between my Prince and you poor, poor souls. Just know this...Ravic Dane is a man who gets what he wants. Which brings me to the rules he's given you lot. Here’s how this works…once you step into the Verge, you’re free. Do whatever your wild little hearts desire. Drink, fight, buy, steal, bed whoever and whatever you bloody want. No one’s stopping you. But understand this...Port Verge ain’t like the other nations. There’s no justice here. Only vengeance. Every action has a consequence."

The man prattled on, clearly one who loved to hear himself talk, answering the remaining questions. The indifferent mention of their weapons, a precaution, was it? A testing turn of his wrists, then a twisting pull, having the rope well since loosened by claws digging snap off, seeing no need to keep up the pretense, escape had he chosen to was a simple matter.* Take our weapons? A wolf’s body is its weapon.*

Menzai shook his head with a derisive sigh, rubbing at his wrists, the rope burns itchy against his fingers, easing the numbness in his hands, glad to be free of the meager restraints.* Allowing us freedom to move as we please within their port? Their boastful carelessness will be their undoing, I’ll ensure that.* The wolf growled softly, glaring at the captain, a man who thought himself untouchable, but only as long as their prince stood on their so-called throne.

"Two rules. That’s it. Don’t leave the city. And stay alive. Break either one…" Then he snapped his fingers. "You die."

The terms were simple enough, unpleasant the thought of having to spend any duration at this sketchy port. To not escape and stay alive, Beckett enjoyed his teasings and with every word designated him his next main prey. His insults and indignity would not go ignored. Every man’s due comes.

Hearing the man finish with talks of seeking them when the prince was ready to receive them. For what reason they were here remained unknown. With the questions answered and dealings done with us, they departed, much to the relief of the group.

Though with it, he could not help but find the whole thing peculiar, with this crash landing them at a hidden port city and a pirate prince who sought out a bunch of stragglers. Did this Prince Dane know of these strange, dark gem shards? Or if he suspects them of having hold of it, then how?

“I’m hungry,” she said at last with an expressive stomp to the ground. “And thirsty. If this place is as dangerous as he says, maybe we should see what kind of beings live here… and learn more about this prince they follow.”

The harsh stomp pulled him from his musings to hear Phia state her hunger. A heavy grumble roiled in his stomach; the mention of food suddenly wrought a wall of exhaustion and hunger to plague him; no longer forced to stay in high alert, and the frustrating stress of the conversation staving it waned. And in its place, a nigh-starving hunger gripped him, made worse by the tiresome treks and his close call with death, left him drained.

Placing a hand against his robed belly as if trying to settle the snarling beasts. A hint of embarrassed shame.* Tsk..to forego eating this morning of all days.* Grumbling his displeasure at his own recklessness.

Before he could think to thank Phia for the suggestion, the woman had already begun walking on ahead.” W-wait, sweet Phia!” He called out, starting to rush after her, but stopped when he saw Arya and gave an apologetic glance.” Forgive her haste, lady Arya, when hunger overtakes her, all other tasks are put aside.” Peering off towards the half-elf gradually getting further away.

Shaking his head with a wary sigh, placing a hand gently on her arm, only a light brush of the tips of his fingers.” I’m certain she has already offered, but please travel with us. I…we should stay close as a group.” Giving an assuring nod as he stepped back.” Long as we travel together, I give my protection. Be at ease and join us in feast, or what little ease one can afford in this town. I’m sure she would appreciate a friend to shop with as well.” Turning his head upward over his shoulder to find that Minerva and the snaketress had gone off, whether together or alone, uncertain though this gave one less thing to worry about, for the time being.

A slight shrug of his shoulders as he turned back to Arya and looked up to Stella, who still watched him with cautious suspicion.” A grand determination to protect in such a wondrous bird, Miss Stella. I hope to have you join us as well.”

A quick, friendly nod, then he turned to give chase to the half-elf stomping her way to hunt food.
In Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron → 10 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay





Race: Silver-Wolf Shifter
Class: Arcane Mystic
Location: Bar
Interactions: @oso Bastion
Mentions: @princess Phia @potter Arya/Stella @FunnyGuy Minerva
Equipment:

Attire:
Gold Balance: 27
Injuries:


Menzai turned his eyes over the three pirates, keeping track of their movements, waiting to see how they would respond to his attempts at dissuading violence.

“Woooh! Menzai! Good speech! Good speech! I will make sure not to skimp out on the wet food today!”

Instead, Minerva had chosen to chime in first, accompanied by clapping that sounded nigh condescending.* …Wet…food? The gall of this mouthy feline!* His single eye shot towards Minerva's direction, a fire-lit arrow of subdued fury stared back with an increasingly glaring intensity with every word she continued to utter.

“Captain Beckett! Nix whatever unreasonable things the dog-man was saying. I speak now, not as a pirate, but as the dog’s handler.”

To hear suggestions of his words ignored, insulting enough, but to be equated as a common dog, worse yet, insinuating him to be her pet? This perturbed the wolf in a matter of ways that the day’s prior incidents could hardly match. His stoic expression struggled as his wounded pride fumed fiercely, snarling just beneath the surface while she explained the gist of his words in simpler form. Wheras his approach was perhaps too proper for those of a pirate ilk, but such mockery was unneeded.

And in due time would answer for it. The wolf promised to himself, glaring venomously back at the feline shifter. The glint of his eye practically rippled with suppressed rage.

“I don’t really care too much if this thing goes kaboom while meeting with the pirate prince, but I’d rather speak his highness while he’s not upset that he lost all of his booty in an explosion… and sharks, I guess, from what my dog sniffed out.”

*Doesn’t care? If not for the valiant efforts of this ship, we would be sinking into the depths of the oceans.* Her lax words and indifferent treatment of the ship befuddled him, their only lifeline and chance off this jungle island.

Fighting back a rising urge to leap forth with a muffled growl, turning away from the shifter, fuming, wincing as he felt a faint crackling coming from his left eye. A brief discomfort he could not explain, nor reason why this gem reacted, the intense emotions he surmised. Mysteries aside, its timing served to collect himself.

*Calm, keep calm.* An agitated huff from his nose.* Do not let the rage consume you…remember the training. Take this fury and hold it, redirect it towards your prey. If the hunt fails, let the fuel burn and channel it all into the hunt. Focus on the hunt.* A slow, long cooling exhale as he shifted his attention towards the pirates until he laid eyes on Captain Beckett, making crude kissy faces at Phia and Arya.

Canine ears flicked with a slight displeased scowl at the man’s enjoyment of the situation as the man smugly denied any chance of negotiations. Unsurprising from such vile sorts who played by their own set of dirty rules, as the Captain pointed out, the group like this was all a game.

Then, a demonstration was conducted to ensure those who remained stayed out of trouble as the jungle echoed the sounds of gunfire. The clicks of their guns caught his notice, prompting him to lower and cover his ears before the exploding assault ripped the handkerchief to shreds, leaving the air raining bits of fabric and reeking of gunpowder. His body trembled, momentarily numb as the deafening noise died back to a mythical, eerie silence and creaking metal and crashing waves of the sea, reminding them of their hopeless isolation.

Menzai shook off the disorientation to find himself approached by one of the pirates. He stepped over with a mocking, cocky grin and jabbed barks with a threat of a hand on his pistol at the waist, the other holding a rope.

After some reluctant delay and teasing threats of putting him down like a bad dog and his cute fairy friend too, he complied and turned, offering his hands to be tied. Being bound wasn’t an issue for the wolf, used to prowling jungles, though seeing the women bound up as well left him uncertain for Phia, as he knew the half-fairy’s distaste for having her freedom restricted.

And as he turned to stare into the jungle, he knew it was only a matter of time till whatever strange effect these ancient fauna would have on Phia. He had his guesses of what might be compelling her from his observations during their countless walks. Places with strong connections to nature and energy seemed to affect her particularly; peering into the jungle, his senses warned him of unseen dangers, some he doubted even the pirates were aware of.

Quietly, he walked along through the jungle, following near the back, where he could keep an eye on Phia and Arya. Within, he was contemplating plans for how to deal with the pirates, alternating his gaze between Phia, who managed to keep her wandering habit under control..for the time being, to Arya, who looked and felt alone, surrounded by recent made friends, but strangers still and enemies that he kept a fair distance, close enough to step in if any pirates decided to get to close or heckle her.

Other times, when he could afford it, he would turn to the trees and fauna around them. The air, thickly heavy and hot with sticky humidity, the musty scent of old things. Ancient and unpleasant to the wolf who could smell some putrid bogs off in the distance and various chitters and snarls of unseen creatures watching from the shadows, from above and below. Wherever one looked, the sense of life could be felt all about. And not just animals, the plants as well; a shiver down his spine, for he learned from experience the true terror of plant predators.

Menzai pondered as they went on the possibility of them needing a way to find their way back on the off-chance of escape, or after this problem was dealt with. A quick rolling test of his bound hands to feel enough slack to shift to the sides; from this, he tried scratching a passing tree with a stray claw, leaving a tiny mark. Small enough to easily overlook and only noticeable to those actively looking or a sharp eye.

Seeing it go unnoticed, the wolf continued marking trees at intervals of three so as not to appear too suspicious as they went.

Phia’s unexpected cry pulled him from his studying, and with it, the realization that he had gotten too distracted and nearly sprang towards her direction with worries. He stopped on a short stumble, seeing Bastion at her side; surprised and impressed at the huge warforge’s speed, more so the softness of his steps.

"I will carry her."

Those words calmed the panicked beating of his chest as he watched Bastion scoop her up, where she would be safe from the sneering pirates.

Waiting till they had traveled a short time before he would appear behind Bastion, silent almost as a ghost to his left side.” My thanks, Sir Bastion. You have shown much generosity to us…” He spoke in a hushed whisper as his gaze shifted to the pirates, making sure they hadn’t noticed.” We cannot talk for long, but I trust you to keep her safe for now. Better than I can in this predicament.” Frowning slightly, turning his attention to Phia’s sleeping face, remorseful at his inability to do little else for her now.

Shifting his attention to catch glimpses of some of the pirates glancing at him caused a slight annoyed growl to rumble in his throat.” Tch, were that we could speak more. We will talk more about how to deal with these pirates and this Prince of theirs later. Biding our time is ou-” Glancing up at Bastion to see Minerva had joined in on the piggyback, warranting a head shaking airy scoff.” Patience is our best move for now. Till we can speak again.” A glowering glare at the feline before giving Bastion a nod in hopes they had an understanding, then as quick as he appeared, he was gone.

Returning to the rear, reluctant as he was to leave Phia’s side. Yet, knowing she was in safe hands put him somewhat at ease and made managing his tasks less hectic as he maintained watching over Arya and marking the trees as they went.

-

Hours of trekking passed by uncomfortably and stuffily, and by the time they pulled out legs were sore and their clothes drenched from sweat. Menzai, despite his haori, could not avoid the foul sticky humidity and lack of washing while pushing through thickets and bushes. Such treks were normal for the wolf, but being bound and shoved or harassed by the pirates made things strenuous and bruisingly stressful.

Sounds of the ocean struck his ears once more, signaling there were close and the closer they traversed, the more sounds of voices and countless activities broke through the canopy of trees, where the sun bled through an opening leading out to a clearing.

He walked out into the marginally blinding light of the dark orange sun beginning to sink off into the watery horizon, its glow reflected and illuminated the hidden town that lay before them. Rows and rows of rudimentary huts patched with colorful fabrics decorate the roofs.

For a moment, the town appeared almost magical, like a lost civilization possibly rediscovered. That is, until he spotted the ships, flags sporting beasts, and other self-claimed jolly rogers.

A pirate city.

The concept before him intrigued him as it did disturb him.

“There are some rules we should discuss before the next phase of our fun little adventure…but first, I’m curious, any questions you might have had before or things you wish to know now…here’s your chance. I’ll be as true as a priest, but just this once.”

Hearing the man speak of being honest nearly made him scoff, though he had no intention of passing up the chance as he gazed out over the town.* This explains their cockiness. Just our luck to land at the doorstep of the pirates’ home base, and this Prince of theirs appears to be building an army at that.* Shaking the harrowing possibility aside, then turned to Beckett.

“ I am curious if these pirate rules include any such things as truthfulness.” He asked, raising a brow, ignoring the heckling jeers bursting out at his question.” But, no, I suppose my curiosity is towards this lord prince of yours. What grand ambition does he hold to sway so many to his hidden kingdom?”


In 🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 10 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Kazumin Nagasa




Time: The 2nd, Evening
Location: Tough Tavern
Interactions: @Lava Alckon Drake
Mentions: @princess Charlotte @Tpartywithzombi Ariella



Worn shoes crunched and slid along the wet cobblestone path, muddied soles carried him forward with a more aggressive gate than the usual carefree light skips. He walked with a moody haste while his eyes were partially downturned, paying little heed to where he was going.

Where he intended to go, even the cowlicked blonde was unsure as he carried on with no real destination in mind. All that mattered was keeping the momentum going, his feet almost gliding along the slick pavement.

As he trekked along, the sun had since waned, and night veiled the blackening sky, staved off by the streetlights and lit lanterns glowing with dazzling, crackling orange light. All about, folks moved and frolicked in a myriad of jovial shouts and hums, some belching out songs. Sounds of laughing and tipsy chatters broke the quiet from drunkards that had their fills; tankards sloshed with beer that on this joyous day of celebration flowed unending for any of thirsty need and seeking fun.

A merry time for all to share and partake in, but Kazu merely glimpsed them with fleeting peeks before continuing on. Frustrating to find himself unable to join in their festivities for his thoughts festered with sour thoughts that clung to him like his shadow, heavy and stifling the rage burning in his veins.

The cooling air felt soothing, rushing against his heated face, but hardly cold enough to settle the fuming that crackled within. Were that he had the chilly breeze of fall to slake the fiery anger; a pile of sorian snow to bury his face and let loose a bellow in hopes of melting away the memory of his infuriating chat with the baron.

“ That woman is dangerous, Mr Nagasa. She and this so-called group of yours will only cause nothing but trouble.”

An agitated twisting huff of his head dismissing the baron's words, a shifting shrug of his shoulders as he tried to shake off the blasted bastard’s biting words.

“ Galavating and prancing about at late hours of the night despite knowing very well there are those who wish you harm?”

Tried as he might, he couldn’t shake off the man’s irritating ramble; half the day spent enduring lectures and reprimands.

“ You assume yourselves detectives? Playing at mysteries and sneaking about like children running about in the dark.”

He rubbed at his forehead in annoyance, wiping some beads of sweat from his knitted brows as he wrestled with calming himself down, hoping he could walk off the building steam, but every reminding bitter word stalked him, weighing down his faltered smile till it was near scowled.

“ And again I ask, what reasons kept you at the Vikena estate so late? You speak of aiding Lady Charlotte, and with what, may I ask, yet again? Vagueness and excuses. I demand answers!”

He gave what little answers he could, though the topics of magic and his promises to keep mum left him little to tell. This only served to fuel the baron’s tiresome reprimanding tirade.

Asteroth’s words spat furiously in his head with a sharp-inhaled growl in response, muting the irritable man's voice momentarily; barely noticing the pair of drunks slovenly walking slumped together singing gayly and joyfully, their bright red faces matching their bellowing singing, off-tune and out of sync as they were, almost like drunken caterwauling.

Kazumin stood there rubbing the bridge of his nose; whatever biting comment he might have let slip melted in his throat. The two had since passed by, whether noticing him or not, he could not say, and better for it. What right did he have to spoil their good mood on this night of all nights? A pang of jealousy watching them go, and he was left with the bitter taste of rage on his tongue.

Gulping down the anger with an annoyed sigh directed at himself.

Warily, he started to carry on, but a quick look ahead revealed the street blocked with city folk sharing food and exchanging conversations, though what he could nary make any of it out through the rambunctious chatter.

The sight of fun camaraderie was a wondrous, rare sight to behold, but his dour attitude left him in too much of a meager mood for merriment.

Frowning at the thought of dismissing such an opportunity for group fun and possible friend-making, but there was no point in downpouring on the atmosphere. He hated getting angry enough, and the thought of spreading it would spit in the spirit of a drunkard’s day.

Shaking his head as he turned, spotting a nearby alleyway, somewhat dark with a pungent odor wafting from the shadows without. The faint hiss of a cat, perhaps, or the wind?

A Shortcut, uninviting as it looked, though better than wading through a crowd of drunks, that may risk setting him off.

Taking a deep breath in vain attempt to calm himself, though it did little save for settling his nerves in preparation for the stench, with hopes to make it through quickly, and gave an overeager kick of his heel, rushing his way into the alley.

Darkness enveloped him at his sides while light dimly bled in off from the opposite end. Vague shadowed outlines caught his vision, mishapened and hidden, giving the unsettling impression of dark specters. Continuing on to see the dumpster to his left, standing crooked by the left wall as if something had slid it, and stacks of boxes set against the right wall, an old tarp draped over it further hindered thoughts of peeking, not that he wished to stick around the dank, dark alley any longer than necessary.

Pushing on, the smell of trash was thick and nauseating in the air. As he passed, a horrendous, rank smell caught his nose with a surprised gagging cough, making him stop in his tracks. His eyes took notice of dirty sock-covered feet sticking out from behind the dumpster, and dread sank into his gut, roiling from the foul odor reeking heavily of stale booze and ripe musty clothes that smelt of sweaty sewage.

Seeing this had Kazu’s face pale and for a moment, he feared he stumbled upon something he shouldn’t have.” Aw..ya can’t be serious? H-Hey..y-ya alright?” The blonde weakly called out cautiously.

No response came as he slowly inched his way towards the dumpster, inclining his neck to peer around, but only saw the back of mangy and dirt-mottled hair, their back to him wearing some old, beaten-up jacket or whatever was left of the torn fabric, barely rags on the unknown figure.

With a nervous gulp, Kazu tentatively started to reach out.” Hey..mister you…still breathin..?” He asked as if expecting a response; a part of him told him to leave it be, but he needed to make sure, for one couldn’t be sure, considering today’s holiday and all.

“ Hngh…come on. Say something..or…anything…” The blonde angrily whispered the words, heart beating furiously from prior stress and nervousness as he prepared to touch the stranger’s shoulder.

HIs face rankled from the intensifying aroma with each inching second closer smelling like a ripened body.

“ G-Guess ya don’t want any of this fine bottle of whis-”

A sudden dusty groan rumbled from the stirring figure with a weak wave of a gloved hand, the tips long since ripped off or torn, exposing thick fingers blackened from years of filth.” Graaahh..drinth *mumble* muh bourz *snort* *mumble*”

The passed-out drunk moved without warning, had Kazu jump back, clutching at his chest with his main hand while chopping the air out of reflex.” Agh! Bloody fuckin hell!” Cried the stressed-out blonde, now patting at his chest, panting.” The hell's wrong with ya? Damn, drunk stooge giving a bleeding heart attack here!” Said, glaring down at the filthy drunk stirring in their delusional mumbling, when realizing there was no booze, he returned to his slumbering posture, letting out a gravely snore.

Sensing the man would not stir again, even if kicked, and with an airy chuckling scoff.” Tch..least ya can go back to dreamland. Little solace that brings.” Studying the discarded geezer with pity, seeing there was no help he could give the farmhand, he turned away to make his way towards the alley’s exit.

Relieved upon stepping free of the alley, the unpleasant stink of the memory, though, did little to improve his mood, with a jittery edge lingering. Pausing to take in a gulp of fresh air while his eyes scanned his surroundings, he quickly recognized the area as he turned his gaze along the path to the left, where the tough tavern came into view.

Upon spotting the tavern, for the first time this day, he felt like things were going his way. With an almost elated gasp, Kazu began moving with a quick pace to the point of nearly rushing to make his way to the building.

The idea of drinking wasn’t what he had in mind; he was uncertain of the effect booze might have on his mind after Marek’s magic drinks had screwed with his head. Done by his own choice, knowing his tendency to jump at the chance of pushing the fun, but lord did he overdo it sometimes.

Yet, his body trembled and fumed still, made worse by the near corpse scare.* Just one. One beer won’t hurt, will it? As long as I don’t get drunk, it should be fine..yeah?* He asked himself, laughing meekly, unsure as he went, barely paying the world notice as he sought for something to soothe his seething temper.

In his haste to seek such familiar comfort that he nearly brushed into someone, the gentleman, quick in reflex, narrowly avoided the two bumping into each other, albeit not completely. A brushing of shoulders was enough to set Kazu off.

The words had exploded from his mouth before he knew it, nor without meaning to, but his jittery nerves left his body aching for a chance to let loose. Recognition only came after realizing the man was Drake, but his temper had gotten away from him for a moment, leading to a brief back-and-forth spat.

Much to his surprise, Drake proved a skilled, level-headed man, keeping a calm tone and offering a drink. Even more surprising was that the man continued to betray impressions, the way he spoke kindly without talking or looking down at him like most of his status did. This one perplexed him, but he was in no mind to think on it much, as he thought to decline until he noticed the young woman with him initially. Embarrassment and guilt etched his face, hidden with a downturned scratching of his hair and sheepish agreement. Reluctantly, he had followed, choosing to trail behind where he berated himself for losing his cool so pitifully.

He rubbed at his face while making his way inside to be greeted by raucous singing and laughing as bar maids ran to and fro dropping fresh tankards of booze or carrying off empty ones.

There were faces he recognized; most were new, and some were left passed out at their tables. The air smelled strongly of booze, a comforting and pleasant aroma unlike the trashy alley booze that still stung his nostrils.

Kazu deeply inhaled what he could to wash the stink with freshly baked bread and meat dishes that brought an elated rumbling from his starving gut.

”Help yourself to some drink - I have some matters to discuss with Charlotte before we get too…inebriated.”

Feeling the gold coins dropped into his hands pulled his attention to Drake with a raised brow.” Hang on, now. Ya ask to share a drink an- Oh! Charlotte’s here?” His eyes widened in surprise, almost bringing a grin to his face, as he leaned around till he could see her.” Some matters, ya say? Well, alright, but don’t keep me waiting long. Ain’t no point starting without a drinking buddy.” Nodding, giving her a wave.” And best be sure to bring Cha- erm, Lady Charlotte, over too when done.” Awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck, forgetting to not speak so casually around most nobles.

Much as he was excited to drink with Charlotte and see how she was. He was also relieved and appreciated to have some time to get himself settled and in order, as he had no wish to ruin his first drunkard’s day with some of the only friends he had in this wicked kingdom.

After a friendly departure to Drake and the woman, Ariella was her name, and a fun free spirit she appeared to be. A familiar face he recalled at the feast. Briefly frowning as he remembered the dispute she had with that woman, her mother or aunt was his guess. He had questions, but better saved for another night and time.

From there, the cowlicked blonde quietly strode his way to the counter, sitting near the left corner end where a few empty seats sat. With a tired grunt, he plopped onto the seat, the stool old and wobbly when shifting, the counter had some various empty mugs and tankards waiting to be picked up, and a bowl of nuts placed in spaced spots along the wooden counter, where further down the barmaid could be seen taking orders.

Sensing he had a bit of a wait he placed his elbows on the countertop to bury his face in his hands, where he let loose a blubbering sigh. There he sat muttering his frustrations against his palm, only ceasing when the barmaid pulled up.

“ Aye.. two of yer strongest beers if ya please, Miss?” Holding up two fingers without lifting his face, not trusting proper talk till he got some damn booze in him.


In Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron → 10 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay





Race: Silver-Wolf Shifter
Class: Arcane Mystic
Location: Bar
Interactions: @potter Arya/Stella
Mentions: @oso Bastion @princess Phia @funnyguy Minerva/Miris
Equipment:

Attire:
Gold Balance: 27
Injuries:




The wolf remained still beneath the eagle’s warning stare, his gaze split between studying the ruffled bird and the distressed tiefling. The intensity of the bird’s need to protect, an experience he had encountered on numerous hunts, whether a wounded animal or a mother protecting its young. Patience worked best in such cases; the pirates' looming presence added a pressure of haste.

Yet, an impatient itch to check on Phia persisted; the thought of her left alone with Minerva refused to sit well with him.

”Thank you, Menzai. I do appreciate it.” A touch of her soft words and gentle fingers embracing his in unexpected acceptance helped to steady his focus back to Arya where he received a sad smile, but a smile nonetheless. ”I will accept your company. Ms. Stella will also,”

Menzai gave a reassuring, gentle squeeze, accompanied by a faint, solemn smile in return. Shortly after, he then felt a light tug signaling to stand with her, rising with an almost quiet rustling grace.” My..our company is yours for as long as you have need of it, Lady Arya, Miss Stella.”

Nodding once more, satisfied to see the tiefling mood improve or well enough to carry on despite the ongoing strenuous situation. Like Arya, he took in the scene, observing the captain being threatened with a gun, nearly growling his distaste, when his ears flicked, catching a familiar voice.

“Yo ho ho! Ahoy!! Peaches Minerva speaks!”

White canine ears perked up with dreaded alertness; a part of him not wanting to believe it at first.

“Me and me bestest matey, Sweet Phia…”

His body tensed and trembled in utter disbelief.* No…surely the peach-doused feline would not dare…revealing Phia’s name…* He stared blankly with one open eye.

“We will parley with your Pirate Prince!”

With every continued word uttered by the sickly bubbly shifter, the more his eye almost cracked and fumed within the eye socket, a crimson glint expressing the snarling wolf’s constrained fury, only matched by his growing concern for Phia.

Just as he thought it couldn’t get any worse, the damn talkative shifter volunteered and advertised the half-elf; regret and frustration etched his face with a huff of disbelief at the sight of her hand being raised after prattling like this was some kind of game.

He felt a growing urge to pounce or tackle Minerva; anything to silence her, and started to take a step forward. As he did so, he felt his shoulder brush against another; turning his head where he saw and was reminded of Arya’s close presence. In a cooling rush, whatever feral fury he felt was quickly dissipated with a hushed, ashamed sigh.

With it, the urge to rush to Phia’s side was buried as well; little good it would do and more likely risk conflict breaking out. This left the wolf little choice but to wait for her question to be asked, while the thought of her meeting with this pirate prince rankled the wolf.

“If she goes…” He said, his voice carrying louder than expected. “I go.”

Hearing Bastion’s voice momentarily took him aback; again, the warforged had offered his aid for Phia and did so without hesitation. His gaze shifted to the bronze giant with a look and nod of appreciation; more he wanted to say, but for now, this would have to suffice. "I am going to ask that you do not hurt our captain again. "

Menzai’s ears flicked at the half-elf’s question, more to say it was a request and hardly a surprising one to the wolf. She never could sit back in the face of unnecessary violence. While he approved her goal, doubtful they had any inclination or intention to play nice…not without reason.

As he pondered to himself, he had shifted his gaze to briefly check the passengers, as he did so, he could feel the faint rumbling of the ship engine humming deep within the ship’s wreck beneath his feet. Then, a quick roaming scan of the pirates before settling on the captain, his brows furrowing with an idea.

“ Lady Arya.” Turning to whisper to her.” There is something I wish to try. Please stay behind me, or if such need arises, behind Bastion.” He gave her shoulder a reassuring pat.

The wolf then stepped forward.” May I interject? Forgive the interruptions.” Briefly peeking in Phia’s direction before turning his attention to the collapsed captain, taking in the man’s contorted face beaded in pain.” As time seems to be of most importance due to this ship’s rather fragile state. Can you feel the rumblings?” Glancing back at the ship, where the thrumming of magic was firing and sparking loosely throughout its damaged decks.” With that said, searching the ship even with your crew may prove too ineffectual. And here you hold the captain, the very man who knows all its secrets.” Pausing to share a look with the captain, frowning, uncertain if this would work.” perhaps a suggestion? An offer to ensure those on this ship go unharmed, then what treasures are held on this great vehicle, the captain may be more willing to part with.

He spoke cooly, displeased by having to make such a suggestion, though he knew arguing and resisting would only serve to rile up their excitement.

Menzai lifted his gaze to peer off at the watery horizon, searching.” With such a visible crash, chances other such sharks caught whiff of blood in the water. Such as your crew has, further adding to the need for haste. That is, if you wish to contend with rival crews and our resistance if further harm befalls the innocents?” Said in a cooly casual manner.


In Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron → 11 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay





Race: Silver-Wolf Shifter
Class: Arcane Mystic
Location: Bar
Interactions: @princess Phia @potter Arya @Funnyguy Minerva
Mentions: @oso Bastion
Equipment:

Attire:
Gold Balance: 22
Injuries:


“The sky decided our fates still await us.”

The half-elf’s familiar voice stirred Menzai awake, his vision blurry from sleep and various countless sounds slightly muffled, though they were unmistakably the sounds of survivors. Waking to hear their cries and the faint crackling of distant flames, while the sound of crashing waves had caught his attention the most.

Turning his head while blinking the sleep from his eyes, he received a burning dose of sunlight and a sore stiffness and minor aches brought upon by the fresh bruises incurred during the crash.” Hngh…were that the ship had decided more gently. I am relieved to see you well and unhurt.” His voice out a bit strained as his head turned, taking in Phia’s form, where he inspected for any injuries, but save for bruises and scratches appeared fine and better well-off than he currently was. Relieved to see her well and already moving about, the wolf foolishly thought to attempt the same, pushing himself up into a seated position and immediately regretted doing so as a strong wave of soreness and nausea struck.

Forced to do little else than sit there and wait for it to pass, taking slow, deep, measured inhales in doing so, had picked up a rather calming and surprising scent of sea salt.

The ocean. How it crashed and roared, almost deafening amidst the wrecked ship, and for a moment lost himself to the soothing spray, having him feel like he was back atop the mast where they all flew freely and happily.

A fleeting moment that crashed like a tidal bringing with it the reminders of the woeful devastation now wailing in the air.

A metallic glint caught his closed eyes, the jarring flash causing a slight wince as he worked to test and shift his body before opening his eyes until he recalled the shard embedded in his eye, prompting him to hastily shut the left eye, feeling it too risky with his current state. With the recent crash, excusing it for an injury was simple enough.

Dismissing the questions regarding it for the time being, for he knew it would become his focus when there were far too many things to worry about. Instead, he turned his attention to the glint while rubbing at his head to see Bastion sitting nearby, looming over them, and yet he felt no hint of danger.* Had he been watching over us?* The wolf pondered and sought to inquire and thank the warforged, yet as he did so, Bastion shifted, brushing some of Phia’s hair from her face, then stamped his way off.

Menzai attempted to get up and give chase to offer his gratitude, only to be met with another bout of aches that screamed at him to take things slow. Healed as he was, the injuries had been severe, mainly in the shoulders, and he was left to postpone the talk. Frustrating as it was then, there was the necromancer whom he owed an appreciation as well, and made a note to seek the elderly gentleman later. Unpleasant as their magical scent was, the man had saved him and, most importantly, healed Phia.

Shaking his head with a disappointed sigh, catching sight of her stepping about the deck.” Be careful, sweet Phia. Until we can better assess the ar-”

“MENZAI!”

The wolf spoke up as he pushed and strained his way up to his feet, struggling somewhat with his arms still feeling sluggish and partially numb. A sudden shouting of his name blasted while doing so, having him stumble against the railings on shaky legs and a slight pained grunt, getting a glimpse of the sandy beach where survivors have gathered, aided by those capable of doing so.

A part of him felt guilty for his inability to help them, but knew his body was in no state to be of much use. Not that he doubted Phia would want him leaving her side, his injured form having worried her plenty enough, and with too many unknowns in their situation that made sticking together.

Turning his attention towards the familiar voice to see the unfamiliar face of the person who had sat back to back with him. And no Wendel still in sight; peculiar how she had appeared where he seemingly vanished.” Minerva? What need do you have of-”

“Where is the women’s restroom?”

Not the kind of question the wolf expected to be asked; one that left Menzai staring blankly at the feline shifter's wide, grinning face, unsure if she was serious or not. Then his nose picked up the heavy scent of peaches emanating off the woman, further adding to his nonplussed confusion.

* Ugh, it's almost sickeningly sweet. Did she bathe in a tub of peaches?* He thought queerly of the shifter and hoped this fruit diving wasn’t a habit of theirs, his nose wrinkling at the overwhelming fruity aroma while the thought of bathroom rankled him with Phia’s last trip going so wrong.

“You cannot go in there. A girl died inside. There’s blood… everywhere.”

Her response to Minerva’s greeting revealed some harrowing possibilities with this mention of blood, recalling the painful sensation felt at the back of his head during the conflict. He intended to glean what happened in that bathroom, but now wasn’t the time to press her and risk unnecessary stress.

With that stated, he hoped this bathroom business was behind them for now, as a meeting was called shortly after by the captain. Already settled within close proximity, allowing their group to remain where they were.

"I wish I were standing before you with better news. We’ve suffered loss today. Many good people...crew, civilians, and comrades...gave their lives in the battle above as well as the descent. I’ve walked the halls of this ship, and I’ve seen the cost. But I have also seen the reason we’re all still here."

The captain’s speech was hard to hear. Truth and pain were in those words, but still carried an inspiring fire that gave reason to hold their heads up and seeing it perk Phia up helped ease his bitterness at not being able to do more to prevent precious lives being lost.

“We’re in the Lizard Principalities now. I expect we’ll see scaled ones here, like the black-haired woman who went to the bathroom. Cold. Selfish.”

Menzai partially turned towards her, still leaning against the railings, brows furrowing contemplatively.” The lizard principalities…the scalies domain.” His body took on a slight alertness; a hint of concern in his stern expression at the thought of being in a territory of cold-blooded snake assassins.

She paused, eyes scanning the unfamiliar coast ahead with sharp focus, “But don’t be afraid, Menzai.” Her grip on her staff tightened with resolve. , “We are stronger than lizards.”

The mention of fear snapped him from his contemplation to see her gazing back with a resolute hold of her staff.” Scared? Of lizards?” A low, cool growl with a raising of his right hand with a flexing of sharp claws.” Dear sweet Phia, lizards are naught but hunted snacklings for us; if any deems to trifle or hinder us, shall feel my fangs.” Said with his own determined resolve, showing he hadn’t lost any of his sharpness.

Though as the captain carried on and would tell of more possible dangers in these waters, such as pirates, which did little to give comfort to the idea of the assistant reaching them. Seeing the captain so determined despite these facts and intent on having the ship flying proved a hopeful sign in these dark times.

““He is wise." Phia informed Menzai. ““Prey will die."

“ This captain seems a reliable one as well as he is wise.” Menzai added with a nod.” And it seems we have landed straight into their hunting nest. We best remain in the shadows till its time to hunt.”

With that said, he turned his attention to scanning the surrounding, where he spotted the dragonborn hunched over…his breath caught in his throat upon laying eyes on the lifeless young girl clutched to the broken father’s chest. He gulped feeling a gutwrenching weight tighten in his chest; a bitter sadness laced his tongue.* This…the man deserved a lesson taught…but..but…it shouldn’t be like this. Not..not at the expense of that sweet little girl.* Menzai leaned against the railing with a slow heavy inhale but found it difficult at first, the sorrowful sight almost too much to bear.

Taking a moment longer to recollect himself with an understanding sigh as thoughts of his sister squeezed at his heart. Were that he could offer some consoling words but there were no words to heal such a broken heart as a parent’s, certainly not from a stranger.

Seeing nothing he could do and not wishing to dwell on his own unpleasant memories but to give his condolences and a silent howl in the memory of the poor child and those lost this day.

A somber shake of the head before moving on with scanning the area, this time taking notice of Arya. And appeared in a distraught state, this crash seemed to have overwhelmed the tiefling. If the fact she had been fleeing and with little breaks from the hunger then it was no wonder.

As he pushed off the railing and got a testing step in when sounds of clapping reached his ears; first from a distant then close by, the sound making him jump in alert as he turned to see Phia had joined in and clapped along.

““The envoys are here."

Her words should have comforted him but a simple observatory look at the strangers told him of anything but safe.” Hm, I do not think this group is a friendly envoy.” Pausing to think then gently brushed his hand against hers.” This may require stealth mode, sweet Phia. Stay close with Minerva. I will be back shortly.” He whispered softly giving her hand an assuring squeeze.

He gave Minerva a quick thankful glance, brows knitted with worry then quietly made his way to stand besides Arya, where he could hear snippets of her eagle companion trying soothe the tiefling struggling with a nervous breakdown.

Menzai could see the fear in her trembling body and upon drawing close could see talon marks along her arms amongst other bruises and minor scratches.

The wolf moved to one knee but made no intent to move closer or reach out, due to sensing Stella’s harsh glare studying him closely. As such, he lightly bowed his head to the eagle.” I intend no harm, Miss Stella. I merely wish to offer Lady Arya assistance, if not that then company as it is dangerous to be alone considering our latest…guests.” Shiifting to peek the pirates fromt he corner of his right eye dreading what they intended to do and refused to leave her alone long with them around.
In Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay





Race: Silver-Wolf Shifter
Class: Arcane Mystic
Location: Bar
Interactions: @princess Phia
Mentions: @oso Bastion
Equipment:

Attire:
Gold Balance: 22
Injuries:


A cold numbness had since seeped through his body, staved off only by the haori’s warmth focused at the chest. His body shivering from the deep chill, yet his skin felt heatedly flushed and heavily slick with sweat. Conscious only of the stout structure pressed to his back. Or wasn’t it a person’s back? The wolf struggled to recall much as delirium from the blood loss and continued strained effort began sinking in.

Barely conscious, both of himself and mentally, he struggled to recall where he was. The world now became a muffled blur, and his senses were too exhausted to make out anything except the muffled buzzing of voices.

* Hngh…so tired….hurt..it all hurts…..maybe….maybe I should rest my eyes for-*

“ Menzai!
-ease no!”

Among the buzzing voices, one broke through with a pleading desperation, following in recognition of the voice, did the half-elf’s name burst through the delirium, hanging heavily like a fog over his mind.* Phia!*

“I’m fine!......-on’t look at me…-don’t waste any- o e!”

Menzai focused on Phia’s voice, straining with determination to keep himself awake and to catch as much as he could. The pleading, desperate tone, while disheartening and painful to hear, served as motivation as time and everything around him appeared to blur and fly by.

Next thing he knew, something massive had shifted into view; moments later, it would feel as if his body was floating. Whatever picked up felt cold and hard, like metal, and yet held him with a delicate touch and moved with such gentleness that it assured the wolf he was safe and offered no resistance. (not that he had any strength to)

Glimpses of the chaotic scene and people running in panic flashed by, interspersed with sounds of Phia’s voice still calling from some unknown direction, mixed by the metallic chirping like gears turning, and a coldness where normally off-putting instead was welcomed and refreshing against his sweatslicked heated skin.

Drifting in and out of consciousness in between the shifting steps as they went, hardly registering that he had been placed down initially, he gasped out weakly in surprise upon sensing the presence beside him.

Menzai tensed at first out of reflex, only to relax shortly after as he could sense it was Phia. Had he been moved or her? Whatever the case was, he could not say, but he was close to her and desired to see her face, to know with certainty she was safe.

A comfort that lasted only briefly, for an unsettling sense of unease washed over him, sending a chilling shiver of a different nature. A sickening sensation flowed over their bodies, and for a moment feared he was being suffocated by inky dark magic.

Just as it felt like the air was leaving his lungs, then in a rush flooded back in with a heaving, sputtering gasp as the deathly cold was ripped from his battered body. Life flooded in anew, taking the burning chills with it.

His haggard breathing soon returned to normal, with the numbness of his body giving way to warmth. Though before Menzai could attempt to collect himself had something launched onto him with an unexpected hug that hit his heavily aching body with fresh stinging spasms.

"I thought you were gone!" she cried.

Her words, filled with fear and concern, stung with a guilt harsher than any of the injuries incurred. What shame he felt quickly melted away by the warmth of her embrace, filled only with relieved happiness.

He sought to return the hug, to tell her he was ok, but his body was too exhausted that merely keeping conscious was all he was capable of managing. Frustrated as he was at himself, the touch of Phia’s fingers across his face, her blurry face only inches away, put him at ease, that everything was going to be ok.

"I'm glad you're not dead." she informed him, then pressed her forehead against his, eyes squeezed shut.

“ Phia…I..tha-.no...so-” The wolf, momentarily stunned by her words grappled for the words to assure and comfort the scared half-elf when he felt her forehead press to his. He gulped in understanding and leaned against hers, letting the pair relish for a moment that both were ok.

He had hoped and longed to see Phia’s face properly with his vision returning, but at that moment, the stormbreaker had groaned beneath them as the shaking and rumbling of the ship had worsened considerably, as a loud male voice rang in the air with no visible speaker.

Confusion and worry etched his face as he tried to crane his neck to discern what was happening with his vision returning. Only to feel a tugging sensation and turn in time to see Phia pulling on his arm and sleeve before finding himself pulled and wedged into a corner.

It took a few seconds to realize they were behind the bar, his dull senses finally catching up just as the ship plunged forward with a powerful metal screeching lurch that rocked and creaked heavily beneath as his body rocked in place beneath Phia, the tight space limited the battering to bruises and scrapes. When the worst of the lurching came, Menzai forced his right arm to wrap around and hold her close, the act causing the back of his head to lightly smack against the wooden corner, turning everything black.

"Menzai?"

A pained groan hissed out in response as Menzai’s head swam.” Hhngh..*cough* I-I’m fine….as I hope you..are well too, Phia.” Spoke through winced teeth, as every little movement, even talking, proved a painful effort.

Taking a moment to shake the grogginess from his foggy mind to catch the echoing voice from before but his still pounding head had it sounding gibberish and adding to the growing headache.

Shaking off the disorientation then lifted his head to take in Phia’s blurry face coming into focus.”We’ve made it to a new land,” Her bruised and battered face shone with a bright smile.

Menzai gave a relieved sigh with a slight smile in return.” That we have…new unknowns to explore and a journey awaits.” The wolf spoke with a slight hoarse cough, taking in the scents of the sea and with it sampled the new region, his right hand gripped the bracelet beneath the sleeve as he gazed up at and past Phia to peer up at the sky.*We made it..Phia, Trini.* Chuckling softly with a twinkling glint of the shard shimmering as if sharing in the moment.


In 🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Kazumin Nagasa




Time: Evening
Location: Castle Dining Room
Interactions: @potter Lady Olivia/Percy,
Mentions: @princess Charlotte



The half-hearted grin sat unnaturally forced upon Kazu’s face as he fought to maintain control of his nerves. Tense shoulders lightly trembled in anxiety that even his nonchalant joking struggled to feign courage after the near taste of magic’s potent, deadly side mere seconds ago.

The witch hunter’s presence was already disturbing enough, but it was the bound woman who rattled him most, for he couldn’t avoid the harrowing image of Percy in her place. Had he not acted despite the danger and fear, she very well could have found her another of the hunter’s standing prey..

”I agree–let’s find the others and leave. This stays between Lottie, you and me.”

Hearing Olivia answer in agreement pulled his attention from the unpleasant image plaguing his mind.” Aye, don’t fancy sticking around this dour feast much longer, heh… and ya know yer secret’s saf-” As he spoke, intending to say more when he saw Olivia shyly smiling back at him.

The unexpected, cute sight left his cheeks burning with a reminder of their shared moment; awkward as it had been, the fluttering heat in his chest melted away the anxious tension pressing down on his stressed shoulders.” I- right…ah heh..secret safe and um..find Charlotte..that too.. yes! Haha!” Kazu scrambled to get the words out in between fumbling chuckles, ending with a face palm to keep himself from rambling.

”By the order of the Royal Family, nobody can leave the banquet.”

The guard’s abruptness and warning announcement nearly caused the flustered Kazu to jump, with a heart attack shock that almost felt like his wildly pounding heart to explode.

Had Olivia not still been holding onto his likely clammy hand, he might have punched the guard out of reflex. Instead, his free hand whooshed through empty air, though his knuckles scraped the man’s armor plate, causing some minor eye-watering scraping.” Gah! Da heck?! Don’t ya know it’s rude to sneak up on guests? And scaring them half to death at that? I have half a mind to voice a complaint for this, but, but thankfully for you, Lady Olivia and I were just planning to get to our seats, now if ya don’t mind..good sir.” A hat, tilting the tip of the hat, and a departing pat to the guard’s chest plate before feeling Olivia tug at his hand.

Offering no resistance, Kazu allowed her to pull him back into the banquet hall before he could get into a tiff with the guard. Still partially annoyed at the unneeded fright, though the interruption proved a timely distraction enough to snap him out of the flustered state.* Ugh, damn it..losing yer cool like that. Unfair of Percy to go..go smiling like..all shy like that?!* Sensing the image creep back into his mind, prompting a hasty shake of the head, needing to keep his head straight.

Grumbling to himself for allowing his head to get all twisted simply over a smile, a smile that made enduring this whole awkward and dangerous ordeal worth it, but now wasn’t the time.* Urgh…great. Best try to avoid gazing at Olivia’s face too directly..least till I get my head on straight…properly at that.*

A thankful sigh of relief upon seeing the table still littered with that same wide assortment of delicious dishes of highly delectable food. Just the thing needed to help settle his fried mind; a deep rumbling in his gut told of a greater hunger than when they left.

A hunger that had been shared by his friend it seemed, seeing Olivia waste no time in resuming her feast. She ate with more ravenous fervor at that. The magic usage possibly took up a lot of stamina, which, with what she said about having huge appetites, seemed evident enough and could explain how she never got full when they ate together.

An appetite he couldn’t help but admire, for it wasn’t often one met a girl of all things capable of eating so much, though it was due to a side effect of having magic was worrisome.

Before he sat down to join her, he had taken to scanning the room with furrowed brows twisted in concern, trying and failing to seek out Charlotte or Fritz. He had hoped they would be at the table eating and having a merry good time..or at least were until Killian's chilly entrance. But found no trace of them, Cassius was gone as well, with Char possibly as none of the three were visible in the hall.

He thought to try and find them, but the guard’s words about not being allowed to leave and Killian’s presence made moving about too risky to move about, especially with Olivia still shaken up and in protective mode. Doubtful she would let him leave her side, nor did he plan to, as long as the witch hunter was around.

Seeing as there were no signs of them so far, there was no helping it since moving around now would only increase missing them. And with their seats being at the same table made it only a matter of time, so best to sit and wait.

And he had no intention of being the one to disrupt Olivia’s feasting, as he knew best that once she started, it was difficult to stop.

He huffed out an amused chuckle, watching his friend devour dish after dish, which only fueled his own hunger. With a chuckling shake of the head, he moved to the food cart to find half of the dishes gone.” Aye, hope they enjoyed filling their bellies!” Kazu beamed at the thought of satisfied guests from the shared food and, much to his delighted surprise, found the bowl of pudding sitting untouched; his warning had the effect hoped for.

Humming as he pushed the cart till it sat between the two of them, where he then started piling the remaining dishes onto the table.” That’s the way! There are plenty so have at it!” Humming the words as he replaced Olivia’s empty plates, wanting to make sure she got her fill first.” Do be sure to save some room for desserts, got some of that real fancy pudding to save for last.” Nodding his head with barely subdued excitement.

With his friend topped back up, he then grabbed the last batch of dishes for himself and dropped into his seat to dig right in.

Or at least that was the plan, but the murmurs coming from the royal table appeared to hold a growing tension that made even those sitting near the opposite end hard to miss. He couldn’t make out much of what was being said, though it seemed to be centered around the queen.

Then he caught notice of Wulfric standing behind the queen, mouthing something,though the words long faded before reaching them; a cold silence, however, followed in its wake as once more the warmth of the hall was sapped away.

Kazu began eating as he waited and watched quietly as the king stood up with angered abruptness that echoed through the hall with fist crashing rage against the table, impossible for any at the banquet to miss.

Shocked confusion etched his face initially, unsure what to think seeing the king act so brashly before this court of nobles, though as his voice rose, soon revealing what had the man so enraged.

"This betrayal will be met with swift justice. We cannot, and we will not, tolerate such corruption within the very heart of our kingdom."

*Betrayal? Corruption…what?* The questions barely popped into his head before getting his answer as the king carried on.

"Arrest her. Escort Her Majesty into confinement. She shall await judgment by the tribunal of the Church. “

This night’s feast appeared to have no end to the surprises, and hardly any of them were pleasant. The drama between Roman and Violet and the witch hunter’s unwanted arrival felt like paltry appetizers compared to witnessing the queen be publicly arrested by her partner, of all things.

He could do little else but watch in pure stunned disbelief as he idly stuffed food in his mouth, unsure what to think or even believe this to be real, but the sight of the queen standing with armed guards guiding her from the hall showed this to be all too real.
As King Edin spoke on about rooting out magic users like the woman accused of spiking drinks and talks of supporting the witch hunter in their endeavor, all while his wife was currently being taken to a cell.

None of what had just transpired was bafflingly shocking and made little sense. The queen herself could do magic? And still she brazenly hired on a witch hunter, and from the looks of thing,s more of them would be showing with the king backing them.

This put his opinion of the queen on hold, and while he wasn’t much a fan of the woman, her being arrested was anything but good. Now that she was removed left King Edin was all the more susceptible to Calbert’s machinations.

"We must stand firm, united by our faith in the gracious Gods and our commitment to justice."

Finally, Edin gestured decisively, signaling the end of the banquet. "Now, go in reflection. Caesonia shall endure and rise cleansed by faith, united in vigilance."

With the shock of this arrest wearing off, the last of Edin’s speech ended with a dismal signaling the end of the feast, a taxing ordeal it had been.

Before he could think on it more, however, when a distinguished, quiet kind of gentleman stepped forward, apparently having something to say about the kingdom shattering debacle.

“I was not going to speak tonight. It is not my way to stir the waters the Gods have set still. I believe men meddle far too often, mistaking their own voices for divine will.” He then shook his head in repulsion. “But the stillness is broken now. The winds carry whispers… and they do not come from Primitus.”

Kazu listened with a raised brow, eating without stopping all the while.* The hell? Is he one of them preacher loonies?*

“We have wandered from the path, and we are now devoured by the weeds of comfort and sin. I have stayed my tongue for years. I have watched men barter virtue for gold, watched children grow blind to the light of Primitus. I told myself it was not my place.”

“The Gods have clearly seen fit to remove the veil from our eyes. What was once hidden has been revealed. And for that—” he inclined his head ever so slightly toward King Edin, ““—we must give thanks to our sovereign for acting swiftly and in accordance with divine law.”

“We are all children of the divine, born beneath the eyes of gods who bled to bring order to the chaos. Zivitas shines upon us because we remember our place...Because we honor balance, law, harmony!”


Munching away as the duke prattled and ranted on about gods and something about a shameful disgrace, this all was. The man spoke in a rather flowery and poetically dramatic fashion that was certainly amusing to behold.* Not really sure what this guy’s prattling about, but he certainly got that amusing artsy flair…too over the top, though some advice and tips to reign it in. Hm…could be just the kind of dramatic showmanship my stories need.*

“We must cleanse ourselves. Not with fire. Not with steel. But with truth. Find the source. Purge it—not for punishment, but for salvation. Before Claedo laughs. Before Sapreon smiles. Before the gates of the underworld open again.”

Kazu pondered on how he might need to meet this crazed nobleman who even went down onto one knee as if he wholeheartedly believed all the things said and not merely for show.* The dedication and determination this guy has..astounding! That settles it, got to get him in my future shows for sure!*

“This… is a test. A divine trial set before us by the Gods themselves! And we—we who were born in the light! We have cowered in comfort while darkness whispers in our halls.”

“We must not falter now. We must not reason with corruption. We must repent. Fall to our knees in prayer, cleanse our spirits in truth, and beg Primitus to turn His gaze back upon us before the heavens turn away forever!”

He kept eating away while watching the strange spectacle come to a close, with those around mostly confused or put off by the show.

He, however, had been quite amused and impressed by the message, even if he couldn’t grasp all of what he was trying to say with the preachy and religious language, but the part about dealing with corruption and opening their eyes to the truth, he could get behind. It did wonders to ease the unpleasantness of the queen’s arrest, and who was he to deny such entertainment, though it wasn’t intended to be.

Still, as the duke walked off proudly with his head held high with his family in tow, the candy-suited man couldn’t help but stand up and give him his owed applause. He clapped for the duke even if no one else would; the man deserved it for speaking boldly in front of the king’s court.

“ That man has got quite the way with words, wouldn’t ya say?” Said in between claps, chuckling when he felt Olivia’s hand grip his wrist and a warning look as if chiding him to stop drawing attention, and allowed himself to drop back into his seat.” Aw, come now, the man went through so much effort, couldn’t very well let him walk out with nothing and after that whole…arrest thing, think the hall needed a good ice breaker…odd as it was, sure.” Chuckling sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as he did so.

Shaking his head with a shrug as he glanced around, seeing people beginning to move around to depart. Still not catching sight of Charlotte or Fritz, frustratingly so, though they were no longer stuck sitting either, and turning his gaze to the mostly empty cart now, an idea came to mind. Turning and leaning towards Olivia, and whispered.” Psst, much as I enjoy the decor, think we should go try finding Char in one of the halls, seeing as she ain’t in the hall. Didn’t she have much of a chance to either…so how about we get the cart restocked real quick and bring a mini feast with us for her.” He gave a small grin, hopeful that Charlotte would enjoy being surprised by the two rolling up with a full food cart.” Plus, she probably doesn’t know about the rest…we should get her clued in quick…” That is, if she was well enough

A plan that Olivia seemed privy to, mostly for the chance of more food, he guessed, as he was still quite hungry, which he could imagine to be more so for her.

With a shared thumbs up, the duo snuck their way over the carts, using the crowd as cover, where they made their way around the table till the angled view made snatching up dishes a sneaky breeze. Once it had been topped off, the pair wheeled off towards the hallways, opposite the rest as they refused to leave without making sure Charlotte and whoever she was with were fine and clued in on what this grim feast had resulted in.


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Race: Silver-Wolf Shifter
Class: Arcane Mystic
Location: Bar
Interactions: @Funnyguy Wendel transformed to Minerva (Miris), Gears
Mentions: @oso Bastion, @princess Phia, @potter Arya
Equipment:

Attire:
Gold Balance: 22
Injuries: Stabbed in left shoulder, minor stab on middle left side of body, minor cut on right shoulder, blood loss


A controlled and timed huff and a timely flick of snow-white fluffed ears with a set of satisfying pops. A relieved sag of the shoulders, now rid of the ringing in his ears.

“-sisted each other, friend.”

Wendel’s words initially started muffled before coming through clearly, followed shortly by the faint scritching of pencil to paper; familiar and comforting in its right that the wolf yearning for his journal, lost by the bar last he left it. Lacking the strength to speak yet, he settled for nodding his head, agreeing. They, and everyone who fought the intruding threat, did so valiantly as the ship's state, while unsure, carried on despite its injuries.

His ears soon flicked to the sound of footsteps and mechanical shifting, alerting him to Madam Gears' approach, offering kind words and the life-saving miracle elixir that was water. His attempt to reach up and take the offered glass was prevented due to his body feeling numb and weighed down as if his limbs were lead, the damp blood-soaked haori further pressed him down. Pain flared from his shoulders as he attempted to do so, leaving him little other choice than to have Gears help him drink. He paused when the cup was brought to his bloodied lips, reluctant as the proud wolf thought back to the small woman, the warforged, Bastion had nearly drowned in offering her water.

Had she been in a similar situation of great need for water? A part of him worried about a similar treatment, but Madam Gears, being a bartender, understood drinking, though it did little to ease the embarrassment. Menzai felt that he shared in that woman’s sentiment as he drank deeply, then quenching his cotton-dry throat, droplets spilling down his chin from his greedy gulps.

While taking his first big gulp, did the heavy steps of Bastion signal his exit from the bathroom, where he had been too distracted with assuaging his thirst to notice much else.

Yet, He only managed half the cup before sensing and feeling unease from the dwarf behind him, a light shifting and rubbing along his back, the sound of writing having ceased, with the faintest quivering of his back only felt due to their close proximity.

“I- Menzai… I-” He didn't get the chance to say it as a sob escaped him and then…

The dwarf's words were barely said through a choked sob; a signal that something was wrong..horribly wrong, but just as the possible realization etched the wolf’s horror-stricken face, water spilling down his chin no longer noticed.* Had something to Phia?!*

As Menzai turned his head with almost desperate haste to call out Wendel’s name and inquire what he saw for the positions left him with his back to the bathroom and his vision still too blurry, when-

Wendel changed. Limbs lengthened and thinned in an interesting way. Gone were his wrinkles, creaking bones, and hair of gray. Replaced with spots, flexibility, and mirth. Brown mane, sharp nails, and a jubilant rebirth. Aged eyes of experience replaced with wonder. Who is it that the cupped hands now uncover?


A strange sensation would be felt as the dwarf shifted in unexpected ways and the wolf, unable to get a proper look without craning his neck, and could do little else but feel where once was the shorter stocky built wall replaced by a taller piller closer to his height which indirectly made his sitting posture somewhat more comfortable.

“Oooooooooooh!”


A wholly new voice suddenly shouted out in an enthused and bubbly manner that was unmistakably not Wendel's. And further confusing questions would follow in its wake, for not only had the person sitting behind him changed, but the fact Wendel’s scent had completely…vanished?!

Save for the remnant on the journal, he couldn’t smell Wendel, nor had he sensed any semblance of him being pulled or dragged away, and yet the swap had occurred, and the way he had been wheeling as if in pain? His mind whirled, trying to make sense of what happened; had Wendel been teleported? He felt no sign of magical discharge, taking that out as an option, perhaps the magic shard? Menzai recalled catching multiple glints. Had one struck him, too? If so, had it done something to him? Yet he felt nothing from his still closed left eye, though there could also be delayed reactions, so a possibility he could not rule out.

“Hmm… Who’s on my back? Feels kind of nice if I’m being honest. Do you do back scratches, too, or is it just this? Not complaining…”

The unknown person spoke up after muttering some complaints missed in his musings; a female by the sound of their voice and her words only further confusing Menzai.” What..back scratches? I-” The question came out in a slightly strained hoarse, the unexpected nature of her statement on top of this situation left him at a loss.

Turning his head to try to glimpse the figure, but it was too blurry to make out, and doing so had him glean another peculiar note. This person was a shifter. Yet, her scent belonged to no recognizable tribe, having the wolf perplexed that some unknown shifter appeared out of the blue.

“… My name's Minerva by the way. How's your day been, my potential back scratcher?”

A slight pondering tilt of the head, unsure of what to make of this Minerva, but her bubbly and friendly nature seemed to incline her to be one in decent control of themselves with a more sunny disposition. Sensing no danger or malice from the woman as well helped put the worst assumed possibilities to rest, yet Wendel was missing something that still warranted cause for concern.

And, while not pleased having a stranger sitting against him out of the blue, he begrudingly still needed the support to maintain his sitting.” …Menzai…unpleasant.” He replied. Short and with a hint of pained irritation in his semi-heavy breathing, wishing he could manage to say more, the effort too strenuous, though out of caution, as he could not say if Minerva were easily temperamental or not.Either way, it was safer to not risk antatognizing the woman and play along for the time being.

Shaking his head to clear the remaining thoughts from his mind, he turned to face where Gears had been briefly stunned as well. Curious if she had witnessed the ordeal directly; something to ask later after recovering his strength.

”What the heck are these crystals and where is Wendel? What happened…?”

His ears twitched, catching Arya’s voice, bringing with it a sigh of relief upon discerning that she was well after all. When she had disappeared, he feared something had happened to her as well, confirming for him that there were indeed multiple shards, as well as her pointing out that Wendel had indeed vanished.

”...I don’t have any healing or medicine on me. Perhaps we can tourniquet her grave injuries until we find a healer?” His right eye widened and body tensed listening to Arya speak about medicine and needing a healer, disbelief nashed against his clenched teeth as he tried to reason her referring to another person, though as the dull ache at the back of his mind throbbed, he knew with a gut-sinking huff.

The world went mute around him as he grappled to maintain his breathing.* W-what happened? How? It should have been naught more than a simple bathroom trip.* Menzai gulped, strained, and struggled fervently to get to his feet, wanting nothing more than to rush to her side.

But his body refused to listen, much to his furious dismay. Still, Menzai refused to relent, to leave Phia without any support when he knew how terrified she must be.

Through stubborn refusal, the wolf forced his right hand resting against the wooden floorboards to slide and shift, using the last of his energy to barely rip the small pouch of medicine from his waist, where it tumbled from the collapsed hand onto the floor beside him.

Panting without lifting his head.” Gears, the pouch…please…I know..not much…give to…sweet Phia..please?” He coughed out with a pleading rippling blue eye shining with welled-up tears.

Said through gritted teeth, exhausted, he then let his head lower, forcing himself to try and meditate, needing some way to distract himself; awakened only to find the sweet half-elf charged to protect, badly hurt…were that he could shoulder it all in her stead.
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