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Im essentially back, still need to get home but will have internet from now on.

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Training Morning

"Good, now fly with that around the guild house. No need to fly high, the point of the training is to get both of your arms and leg stronger first."

@Restalaan

”That’s it?” Easy enough. Too easy. But sure enough he got his branch in his claws, his legs looking much more bird like with his shorts on, puffy brown tan feathers coating his skin down to his knees and then they took a more segmented kind of texture before bending again for his legs to form grasping claws and wide feet. He circled the building, no worse for wear, though he felt an ache in his shoulder from yesterday. No problem.

And then.

”Raawwrp!?!” The branch got heavier as Yang jumped on. While she wasn’t the heaviest he’s ever carried, it was pretty big adjustment. Immediate panic began to set in as he had to flap his wings faster just to stay aloft.

"Keep flying! Don't stop! Your leg may be strong but your arms aren't! You need to be able to not only lift people but soar high like an eagle with it!"

@Restalaan

Inevitably, his wings would give out and he could feel his shoulders and arms beginning to throb. In retrospect he should have paced himself but he burned himself out all too quickly. He was panting, his lungs screaming, he began to droop, lower and lower, and suddenly Yang was the one pulling him. "What the-YIPE!". Now he was flapping his wings just to keep from colliding with the ground. Honestly it was not only exhausting, surprising, it was scary too. The imminent threat of bashing his skull against a rock.

"If you drop to the ground, you practice your grip!" Yang started to laugh maniacally in between her run. "Try not to let go!"

@Restalaan

He kept trying, but an onlooker would swear he was more swiming and flying, his arms kind of going wild. "WHAT HAVE I DOOONE!?" He said realizing this was just the beginning of a difficult road.

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One Hour Later...

The tired harpy waved his hand, not picking his head up. "Take care Sensei Yang..." She seemed more chipper this morning.

Nagare
Nagare turned to the young owl boy, who just declared what quest he wanted to take. Sensing fatigue from him, she couldn't help but feel concerned.

"Hello Ozzy. You've been a member of the guild for a little while now but I don't think we've had the chance at a proper introduction. I'm Nagare and it's a pleasure to meet you! Um, if you don't mind me saying, you look very tired. I imagine that you had a long day yesterday, I don't mean to overstep my bounds but don't be afraid to rest if need be. We'll all here to help, so try not to push yourself too hard."

@AzureKnight

Ozzy tried to quickly pick his head and posture up in order perk up for an introduction. This was quickly thwarted by the soreness of his arms and legs. Still he fought through the discomfort offering her a tired but genuine smile. Ozzy had been meaning to talk to her, and for the most part was only gushing from afar. Not only was she ethereally attractive, she was an honest to goodness dragon! He felt that pang of inferiority. What was a harpy compared to a dragon? And two essential gods! He felt like wasting their time with his stupid questions was wrong somehow.

But she broke the ice (pun intended) and it did much to set his mind at ease. It reminded him that they were in this together. And for that matter he should apologize to Morgan and Titanica for treating them differently... atleast in his mind he did. "Something I blame myself for." He was quick to add. Honestly things could get crazy, it was hard to get a few minutes with anyone if you didnt go on a mission with them. "Honestly Miss Nagare, the pleasure is mine." He was about to raise a hand, but he bowed back, something very common among those that range from far away lands.

She mentioned he looked tired, and yeah, he did. Feathers and unkempt hair and the remains of sweat from the morning. He raised a hand, his wing screaming at him, he waved the palm at her as if to show her its no big deal. He chuckled. "I know how it looks, and it's sweet of you for noticing." Honestly he got a little red faced, but that might be exhaustion. Her concern for him was heartwarming. Another oddity from what he little he knew of dragons. "Sensei Yang offered to help me get a little stronger, so I just experienced Day One. Besides, I got to be useful to everyone somehow." Cooking didn't count apparently.

"But personally, I would really love to talk sometime, Maybe after-"
Then came the scuffle outside, drawing a crowd of people to go see the commotion. A new challenger had come and boy was Titanica pissed. Morgan, Nagare, Ditsy, all of them ran off to chase down this threat. Ozzy made a split decision, wanting to fly to his friend's aid in case they needed... anything he supposed. "Wait! I'm coming too!" He unfurled his wings, flapped them two or three times. CRASH Ozzy face planted on the road....

He experienced muscle failure and his wings just wouldn't carry him as fast as he needed, they members leaving him behind. He sighed, feeling utterly useless.

Haley the Siren flew next to you. "Let me come with you on this one, Ozzy. Two harpies are better than one, right?"

@PaulHaynek

Picking himself up again and getting the dust off him, the bright speckled and cheery Siren Haley "Huh?" Seeing a smiley face, hair a shade of violet and cerulean wings, he returned her suggestion with a big grin and near tears of gratitude in his eyes. "Sure! You bet they are!"

"Say..." She then leaned close to whisper, out of earshot of everybody else. "I haven't really thanked you properly for standing up to Bart to protect me, have I?" She pulled back and returned to her normal tone. "So thanks! We bird monsters gotta stick together." Haley patted you with a wing.

@PaulHaynek

Her whispering in his ear, her getting so close did do alot to get him a little flustered. "Th-thank?" It sounded almost provocative, but he returned to normal when she pulled back to pat him. He scratched his messy hair as he grinned back. It was nice to be among familiar company. "No problem. You were right after all." He side stepped her. "Be right back, just gotta grab my stuff."

While disappearing back inside, then back out, passing the fire demon, Neil, the twins, he thought about how many people here he would love to be friends with. He wished he could go on adventures with all of them one day. Same with Haley, and now was his chance to make a good impression with a fellow harpy. "Ready!" He got his second wind, got his backpack and began to fly with her. "Was hoping to get a chance to hang out with you. How did you start with the guild?" He asked taking to the air, trying to avoid the pain in his arms. "Seems like you're really close to Neil and Bart?"

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@PaulHaynek

Definitely stuck in a bad internet spot. Yeah at least a week

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Very much torn.

Yes sadly i might have Ozzy not join the rodan group. A combo of percieved failure on his point and his morning excercises just killing his wings rendering him unable to fly and thus having him fall behind.

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Just a notification.

2 weeks of military training and I've no idea how good/bad internet reception is going to be so apologies if I vanish.

Exalted: Fall of Creation

丂刀のW 丂ｱﾑ尺尺のW

It was going to be an interesting day...

Cilla would not trust this man, in fact most people wouldn't. He could already feel like the breeze had shifted. The wheels of destiny were turning and the world itself would turn on the ex priest. He abandoned his order. The dragons had no obligation to look after this meek little traitor, so of course he was just as vulnerable to bad news as anyone.

Still... Sparrow would not treat this man any differently. He had seen evil. This man was not evil. "Please. Come in. I'll prepare us some tea." He smiled at Cilla happily. He wanted to make sure his friend was no too perturbed. He always showed that face, closed eyes, soft almost fatherly grin through white teeth.

'All will be well.'

A truly maddening sentiment.

He got out of the man's to invite him inside. "I appreciate the friend, though I must correct you on the title. I'm not with the order. They kicked me out when my hair grew too long." He joked. "It looked so nice, I didn't have the heart to cut it down."

He then heard the songbird voice of the woman he had mistakenly stood up. She seemed to come to his aid and defense, much to the glee in his heart. His smile faltered as a hand went to his head, a slight lingering on his brow. "Oh dear. I apologize Axley, no I didn't forget but I was very much delayed." He bowed to her, hands in front, a fist into an open palm fingers pointing upwards. "Please, forgive me. We will leave as soon as I hear what this gentleman has to say."

And the man did not take his invitation instead, offering him the bad news. This was enough to make Snow's smile fade completely. A pause uttered through as adrenaline seized Snow's heart, making his chest tighten. Barrister Fergus was a messenger though. It wasn't his decision or his desire... atleast from what was stated. "Oh... Oh dear." The ex-monk tiled his eyes down for a moment as he attempted to come up with some kind of solution. "A day..." He repeated. It was impossible... he couldn't prepare anything within a day... it was near noon already. "I- I sincerely wish I had received this news earlier." He closed his eyes, muttering a small prayer to himself before he centered, trying to atleast come up with a way, any way he could rectify this.

The ex monk stood with arms at his side. "Very well." He said agreeing to the writ. He looked up though, his eyes stoic, but pleading.
"Master Mac Teague. I have two pregnant girls, four injured men, three infirm, and nine children. I do not wish you to bring the Dark Helms to my door step, but I will need to find somewhere for these people to stay. If you could give me more time, three days is all I ask. Three, and we will leave without any trouble." He bowed his head to him. "Please, Good Sir. I can even bargain myself if need be as payment. I beg of you to ask your masters for just some time." He was a man who forgone pride if it meant ease for others.

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@Lmpkio

Wants to help.

Remembers is just bird.... >3<

I can only try to talk things down. Rodan is kinda cute though.

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@RestalaanYang

He held his head after she explained she let hers out or more importantly his hair. "Oh thank the gods. I was worried you were going to make me shave it."

"No meat. Got it." That was nearly impossible to his bird of prey mentality. It got him thinking. "A life of detachment. No meat. No undue harm. No hair. We come from such different places. It's wonderful!" He held his cheek as a blush sprung to it. "You're really inspiring Yang, I mean, Sensei. I don't know if I could give up so much. Too many things that I love too much. I'd be a terrible monk." He laughed.

@RestalaanDitzy

He figured it out that he was a boy, and he looked a quick glance at Yang, wondering if he would have to explain himself, but she was out of earshot. He looked back at the bigger hobgoblin, hands and wings going into the air. "You are correct sir." He said, figuring he had a pretty uncanny nose. "I'm down." To the invitation of playing. It might be educational.

@Stern AlgorithmVivian and Sylvia

Ozzy couldn't help but gush really. "Its so inspired! I wonder if maybe it can be updated a little." Wood was fine, but he's seen some really interesting contraptions in his day. "I've seen wheeled chairs before, people put a handle on the wheel to push them. Wonder if it'd be too heavy..." He leaned in closer, inspecting the wheel. Two females and a pot of dirt.

The chipper talk about a bakery snapped him out of it. He listened in, surprised they use their own Nectar. "But doesnt the nectar lead-" And then the explanation. "Ahh, probably a good call." He grinned before Freyr came in and made it a group discussion. Honestly who could resist cookies?

@13orgFreyr

The handshake meant the world to the harpy. "Great to meet you Freyr. I've read about your people, which was like two pages, but what's a book to the real thing am I right? It would be incredible to study them." he chuckled. "If they'd even let me. Thing about being secretive I guess. But the Vieran are technically a civilized culture. My parents are- Sorry I'm babbling, we can talk after dinner if you want."

He was nice enough to compliment the food and Ozzy was getting some waters into cups. "Yeah, Sensei Yangs teaching me to kick good." He stood on one leg and had his hands and wings above his head, a mock pose of some kung fu move.

Another wonderful night to end a rather... unpleasant day. But that was what family was for. And thats what it felt like.

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The next day. Just at Dawn.

Yang wakes Ozzy up from his sleeping roll. "MMmm, huh?" He wasn't expecting it to be so early. He ended up outside with a single shirt and some shorts, his owl like legs much easier to see without his baggy and customized boots. He was half asleep and yawning when they began to practice. And by practice it meant run Ozzy into the ground with exercise regimes to work on muscles he never even knew he had.

By the time everyone else woke up, Ozzy was already in the Guild Hall, nearly passed out on a table, his hair and feathers molted and dirt from where he took a few tumbles. "Everything hurts..." He grumbled. The call was made for the jobs for the day and he threw himself up, his body screaming for him to just lie down and die.

He stood reading each plague, his shoulders drooping. From yesterday, he was not in any state to do any fighting. Thats what Yang was training him for. And so he became quite dismayed when most of them had some semblance or risk of danger. His distress ever present. Until... the bottom two.

"Hey, I can identify a mysterious creature. My flying would be a great asset. I'll take Hushabye! I wont let you down today Master Bart!" He said, feeling confident again.

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Making a mage monster type.

A neurotic slime girl. Water makes her swell.
A sultry mind flayer. **Shlurp**
A creepy shoggoth. So many tentacles...
A Grim but cute Lich. She tries to be dark, she really tries.
A mischievous Beholder. I see you.

What do you think would be a good addition?

Exalted: Fall of Creation

The Sun Always Rises

丂刀のW 丂ｱﾑ尺尺のW

Snow always got up before dawn every morning. This was his life. One of ritual. One of repetition everyday. It was an affront to the powers of chaos that he was the stability. It was his own sense of vindictiveness from the war, and reverence. He washed his face, slipped on his white yukata, something he would spend alot of time to stay white, slip on his sandles, take his satchel and live the humble interior of his little church. It was a fifteen minute walk out of the ruins into the nearby country side. There was a few groves and plots that the owners would allow him to occasionally pick fruits and vegetables for in return for blessing their land and honoring harvest gods.

He would always do something first. He would take off his sandles on a lonely hill, remove the creases in his robes and get on his knees He would face the East. He would wait in the darkness, until the first light stretches over creation. The Dawning sun. He'd be there to greet it, he'd be there to bow his head to it. He'd be there to thank it, the Unconquered Sun, and the chosen that had saved his life and freed him from a life of ignorance. He owed the hero that much. He'd do the same at sundown, bowing to it as it crests the mountain, thanking it for its warmth and light, and bid that it rise the next day.

Then, he remove the top of his Yukata. He'd take a wide stance, center himself, and Begin. He needed to practice the forms and katas. The Imperial Ruins have been dangerous lately. He has his congregation to look to him, to protect them. He needed to stay focused, stay loose, call back to his days in the monastary and put effort and focus into every strike, every move and flourish. He would hop on one foot to switch to the other, his arms folding and moving like a cranes wings in flight, before the hands would turn sideways, and he'd stamp his feet, cutting strikes, kicks and punches, emulating the aspects of the five dragons. He felt the pain of his sprained ankle from a few days ago, the pinch of a rotator cuff that needed more time to heal. His age was getting to him, but this was all he had. The people of the Realm.

If he could do this til Lethe takes him, he just might be happy.

---

He returned to the Ruins his basket filled with peaches, leeks, potatoes, and bushels of raspberry, he walked back to his little church, opening the door to the three dozen or so homeless that called the walls of stone and shakled roof home. He set the basket in the kitchen as a boy with a sick mother showed up. "Could you put this away Brother Lee?" he asked the boy who agreed.

He went to a basin of water and prepared a cloth of water and took a few bottles from a cupboard. He walked up the stairs, seeing an older gentleman with a twisted leg. "Good morning Angron. Good to see you out of bed."

The bearded man smiled at the ex-priest. "Still haven't cut your hair Snow?"

"I'm not with the Order, you know that."

"I know, the ladies like a well groomed man is all. You're not too old to pop out some pups.""

"I have enough children right now thank you." Snow laughed. "But I'll consider it.

Snow went to a room, one of the only private ones available, a prostitute, her eye bandaged, arm broken and all manner of welts lay here, two of her friends waking up nearby. She had been savagely beaten by her pimp for getting pregnant. Maiden's Tea had become quite expensive and many had to go without. Thankfully she had friends who brought her here. "Good morning sisters. How are you today Lilly?" He kneeled next to the hurt girl, looking at him through tearied eyes, another rough night. "Don't give me that look. The medicine can't be that bad." The handsome man smiles happily down at the hurt woman. His face showing constantly that there is nothing to fear, all will be well. Gentleness in his hands he coats a spoon in the medicine and held hers head. "Say ahh."

They all had worries, they all had no where else to go. Snow always tries to keep the doors open. The community called it Sparrow's Solace. Everyone had a roof and a friend at Solace.

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Near lunch, after morning prayers.

The bard Axley had given the ex-monk an idea when he complained to her that he wasn't getting rich off of providing a safe place for the penniless, the sick, and the maimed. It was donations, tit for tat, and services that would bring food and clothing, and medicine for those in the Solace. He managed to get his hands on an old Sanxian and he was to meet the talented musician near the center of the 'city'. He hoped to maybe impress one of the merchants, hopefully using Axley's good looks and supreme talent next to his own reputation (And also debatable good looks) to get a few more yen for himself. He hoped, but not even the Dragons could make him a better player over the course of a weak. Still, she was atleast open to the idea, maybe he could play base... well, striking the same chord over and over again. He could do that.

He had the saxian all in tune and ready to go on his back when who would appear, a friend. A friend and a giver. Truly Cilla was always welcome and infact, he enjoyed her company. They'd talk over the items she'd bring, offering stories if he could over the bland tea he could afford. He enjoyed teaching her to read and even offered her books that were donated for her travels, though he figured she was always just going through the ruins getting into trouble. She could always stay but she deserved more than just spending her nights at a half run down piece of masonry. He'd have to see where she was always running off to. "Morning Cilla. Maybe you'd like to-?"

Her words gave him pause. "Trouble?" his smile fainted only slightly as he laid the sanxian down and went for the door, his hands in his sleeves.

He appeared in the door way, confronting a man that the monk was immediately reminded of patrician's clothes. Or maybe a merchant. In any case, it was made of leathers and silks, not cotton or wool and he had cobbled shoes. He looked at the man, before a big smile formed on his face. He bowed his head, his long dark, almost blue hair cascading over a shoulder. "Hello my brother. Welcome to Solace. You may always find rest here, please come in if you need."