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It had been a very exciting day. First, the cooks had found their hands on pork. Actual pork, and had made bacon for the entire fortchurch. Whichever trader had brought that to them had better be making a return trip. Meat was so hard to transport to the mountains, and stay fresh.
Secondly, a magical orb of light had lead Cornelia to a somewhat remote location in the mountains! As she arrived, others did too. Seems the orb had companions. As she neared the top, cloak still wrapped around her face to protect from the wind, the scent of ash and smoke reached her nose. The orbs took off, leaving an awkward silence in their wake. Cornelia pondered the moment, pale eyes slowly roaming the others. Any thoughts or ideas she had, however, were abandoned when one threw herself down the mountain, followed by more. Cornelia stepped over to the edge, eyes examining the burning village with a rationale that was almost callous. Most of the village was scorched. Anyone left within was either dead or in the process of dying. Most likely anyway. Cornelia began to stride down the hill, unslinging her gargantuan shield and drawing her sword. In a bellowing voice, she hollered out to the others, voice echoing through the dead hills.
"IT WOULD BE SMARTER TO WORK TOGETHER ON THIS INSTEAD OF RUSHING IN LIKE FOOLS!"
Running headlong in, legends or no, was a sign of stupidity. Besides that, the town was fairly open. Her back would be exposed. She really hoped at least one of these people would join her and keep her back safe. She slammed her sword against the shield several times, the clanging metal ringing sharply in the cold air, picking up her pace as the momentum of heading down the hill kicked up, thundering along with shield up, sword tip gouging the snow as she huffed.
Time to be a hero.
Secondly, a magical orb of light had lead Cornelia to a somewhat remote location in the mountains! As she arrived, others did too. Seems the orb had companions. As she neared the top, cloak still wrapped around her face to protect from the wind, the scent of ash and smoke reached her nose. The orbs took off, leaving an awkward silence in their wake. Cornelia pondered the moment, pale eyes slowly roaming the others. Any thoughts or ideas she had, however, were abandoned when one threw herself down the mountain, followed by more. Cornelia stepped over to the edge, eyes examining the burning village with a rationale that was almost callous. Most of the village was scorched. Anyone left within was either dead or in the process of dying. Most likely anyway. Cornelia began to stride down the hill, unslinging her gargantuan shield and drawing her sword. In a bellowing voice, she hollered out to the others, voice echoing through the dead hills.
"IT WOULD BE SMARTER TO WORK TOGETHER ON THIS INSTEAD OF RUSHING IN LIKE FOOLS!"
Running headlong in, legends or no, was a sign of stupidity. Besides that, the town was fairly open. Her back would be exposed. She really hoped at least one of these people would join her and keep her back safe. She slammed her sword against the shield several times, the clanging metal ringing sharply in the cold air, picking up her pace as the momentum of heading down the hill kicked up, thundering along with shield up, sword tip gouging the snow as she huffed.
Time to be a hero.
I'm gonna see Mad Max this week, I have high hopes.
Also, confirmed, Orion wants the firehead.
Also, confirmed, Orion wants the firehead.
Don't worry everybody. The diplomat has arrived!
Because she's tired of everyone arguing'n'shit.
Because she's tired of everyone arguing'n'shit.
August walked up behind Mary, and in one fluid motion, grabbed the towel Danny tossed and wrapped it around the girl's shoulders, hugging her and trying to warm her up a bit with body heat. Her voice was calm as her green eyes flitted between the two arguing teens.
"Sorry if this is a bit intrusive Mary, but you ARE shaking quite a bit. I know it can be bothersome when people just touch you without warning, but I'd rather you not die of hypothermia right now. Can I interrupt here for a second? I don't know what happened down there, but you both did really good. You got him back, and no one was hurt in the process it sounds like."
She turned her eyes to Danny, voice still relaxed as she rubbed Mary's shoulders to try and warm her up. She was careful to avoid letting her bare skin touch any of Mary's clothing however, letting the towel do most of the work. Fortunately, she was now in control enough that the residuals on the towel weren't too bad.
"Danny, Mary has a point. This...spirit...was feeding off the boy. I can verify that from when I was in his mind. She kidnapped him, and while it may be for survival, it was still against his will. Plus, you guys did just storm her hideout and drugged her. She's going to panic, and we don't fully know what we're dealing with. How do you contain a shape-shifter? I agree mostly with your plan, but instead of me, have Kanoa help you set up the...let's not call it a cell, but a holding place? She may know some stuff that can help keep her contained. Or maybe she has a faster solution that doesn't involve jury rigging anything?"
The redhead pulled back from Mary, ignoring that the water had soaked slightly onto her shirt. The girl was choosing her words carefully. Nothing inflammatory. Her tone was calm, but not condescendingly so. She put the emphasis where it needed to go, kept the rhythm in such a way to not put anyone off, but also not give an opening to let her get interrupted. Green eyes locked on Mary.
"But Danny is also right. If what you guys are all saying is true, she didn't want to kill the boy, and may have been pushed to desperation by the disappearing animals. Maybe something worse is out there, and she knows what it is? You probably know better than most how people can make snap judgements without hearing the full story, based off what they see and not what's actually happening. We should get more answers, and then go from there. I mean, you just kissed a shape shifting spirit creature. That you found after breathing water. We should be cautious, but not hasty. What's it say about us if our immediate reaction is hostility?"
August adjusted her glasses, then looked at Ramon's form. She remembered the fear she had felt when she laid on the bed. She wanted his opinion on the matter as well. She wanted to talk to the kitsune. She wanted so many different things.
"When he wakes up, he'll have questions too. Not to step on anyone's toes, but everyone here is really jumpy and on edge, for good reason. I think I should be the one who talks to him when he wakes up. I...basically felt what he went through. I understand it. It may help keep him from freaking out and making things worse. First though, we should dry him off and get him warm. Same for everyone else, you guys are all soaked."
She flipped her braid back, then gave a smile, inwardly hoping no one would take this as sarcasm or just huff and slap her for trying to calm everyone down. They had all been under the water, breathing. They had all just been through something unbelievable and wonderous. They were on edge. August had the benefit of being so used to controlling and deciphering her emotions she could, at least, project an air of calm to try and keep the situation from escalating. Even if inwardly she was screaming in frustration and amazement and absolute awe.
"We can argue later, if you still want, about how different we all are and how terrible the other person is just because we see the world differently and went through it differently, but hey...Who else can say they did what we just did? Well...what you guys all just did."
"Sorry if this is a bit intrusive Mary, but you ARE shaking quite a bit. I know it can be bothersome when people just touch you without warning, but I'd rather you not die of hypothermia right now. Can I interrupt here for a second? I don't know what happened down there, but you both did really good. You got him back, and no one was hurt in the process it sounds like."
She turned her eyes to Danny, voice still relaxed as she rubbed Mary's shoulders to try and warm her up. She was careful to avoid letting her bare skin touch any of Mary's clothing however, letting the towel do most of the work. Fortunately, she was now in control enough that the residuals on the towel weren't too bad.
"Danny, Mary has a point. This...spirit...was feeding off the boy. I can verify that from when I was in his mind. She kidnapped him, and while it may be for survival, it was still against his will. Plus, you guys did just storm her hideout and drugged her. She's going to panic, and we don't fully know what we're dealing with. How do you contain a shape-shifter? I agree mostly with your plan, but instead of me, have Kanoa help you set up the...let's not call it a cell, but a holding place? She may know some stuff that can help keep her contained. Or maybe she has a faster solution that doesn't involve jury rigging anything?"
The redhead pulled back from Mary, ignoring that the water had soaked slightly onto her shirt. The girl was choosing her words carefully. Nothing inflammatory. Her tone was calm, but not condescendingly so. She put the emphasis where it needed to go, kept the rhythm in such a way to not put anyone off, but also not give an opening to let her get interrupted. Green eyes locked on Mary.
"But Danny is also right. If what you guys are all saying is true, she didn't want to kill the boy, and may have been pushed to desperation by the disappearing animals. Maybe something worse is out there, and she knows what it is? You probably know better than most how people can make snap judgements without hearing the full story, based off what they see and not what's actually happening. We should get more answers, and then go from there. I mean, you just kissed a shape shifting spirit creature. That you found after breathing water. We should be cautious, but not hasty. What's it say about us if our immediate reaction is hostility?"
August adjusted her glasses, then looked at Ramon's form. She remembered the fear she had felt when she laid on the bed. She wanted his opinion on the matter as well. She wanted to talk to the kitsune. She wanted so many different things.
"When he wakes up, he'll have questions too. Not to step on anyone's toes, but everyone here is really jumpy and on edge, for good reason. I think I should be the one who talks to him when he wakes up. I...basically felt what he went through. I understand it. It may help keep him from freaking out and making things worse. First though, we should dry him off and get him warm. Same for everyone else, you guys are all soaked."
She flipped her braid back, then gave a smile, inwardly hoping no one would take this as sarcasm or just huff and slap her for trying to calm everyone down. They had all been under the water, breathing. They had all just been through something unbelievable and wonderous. They were on edge. August had the benefit of being so used to controlling and deciphering her emotions she could, at least, project an air of calm to try and keep the situation from escalating. Even if inwardly she was screaming in frustration and amazement and absolute awe.
"We can argue later, if you still want, about how different we all are and how terrible the other person is just because we see the world differently and went through it differently, but hey...Who else can say they did what we just did? Well...what you guys all just did."
3rd of October
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Simon's breath huffed out in clear clouds, far more visible than most would. As a centaur, his body temperature was much higher than most. It helped that he had gone for a morning jog, nothing too extensive, but it did take him all around the town. A rare day off for him, Albert and Sarah were taking care of the cafe today. He wouldn't need to worry about it. His hooves clopped across the paved sidewalk as he took a moment to rest, stretching his arms and giving a slight wince as his sternum gave a popping noise.
"Geez I'm out of shape..."
He really should start being more active. Despite an entirely vegetarian diet and a job that had him constantly on the move, he was a centaur, and had originally maintained a very high octane lifestyle. Now, while he enjoyed the more sedate pace of life in Diehlstadt, it had meant his stamina had dropped. 10 miles in, and he was sweating. That wasn't normal. He gave a frown as he kicked his legs around, giving the muscles a good stretch and pop before preparing to set off again. He stopped as he saw a group of humans pull out a ladder for a storefront, alongside a giant banner decorated with pumpkins and red leaves. One waved at Simon as he approached.
"Good morning! Halloween decorations?"
"Morning Simon. Naw, those are mostly inside. It's for the Fall Fling."
It took a moment for the llama to piece it together.
"Oh! Right, the whole party...festival thing, yeah?"
"Bit of an understatement, but yeah. We haven't held it proper since the other species showed up, but now that you guys are more integrated, I hear the mayor wants you to experience it proper."
Simon scratched his head for a moment, trying to recall what he'd heard about the event.
"There's...a potluck type thing, fireworks..."
"Dancing, music, a cooking contest, costumes cause it's sort of halloween, a lot of folks come from the city to experience it as well, so we get a lot of new faces. I heard we're bringing in some bands and carnival stuff as well. Not sure how much of it will be able to be used by the other species though..."
Simon cantered in place for a bit, giving the men a wave as he started to head off on his jog again.
"Sounds like it'll be fun! Take care!"
With that, the centaur headed off on his early morning route. A festival huh? He had only really experienced jousting events in Centaur society. Probably very similar. This...cooking contest had piqued his interest though.
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Simon's breath huffed out in clear clouds, far more visible than most would. As a centaur, his body temperature was much higher than most. It helped that he had gone for a morning jog, nothing too extensive, but it did take him all around the town. A rare day off for him, Albert and Sarah were taking care of the cafe today. He wouldn't need to worry about it. His hooves clopped across the paved sidewalk as he took a moment to rest, stretching his arms and giving a slight wince as his sternum gave a popping noise.
"Geez I'm out of shape..."
He really should start being more active. Despite an entirely vegetarian diet and a job that had him constantly on the move, he was a centaur, and had originally maintained a very high octane lifestyle. Now, while he enjoyed the more sedate pace of life in Diehlstadt, it had meant his stamina had dropped. 10 miles in, and he was sweating. That wasn't normal. He gave a frown as he kicked his legs around, giving the muscles a good stretch and pop before preparing to set off again. He stopped as he saw a group of humans pull out a ladder for a storefront, alongside a giant banner decorated with pumpkins and red leaves. One waved at Simon as he approached.
"Good morning! Halloween decorations?"
"Morning Simon. Naw, those are mostly inside. It's for the Fall Fling."
It took a moment for the llama to piece it together.
"Oh! Right, the whole party...festival thing, yeah?"
"Bit of an understatement, but yeah. We haven't held it proper since the other species showed up, but now that you guys are more integrated, I hear the mayor wants you to experience it proper."
Simon scratched his head for a moment, trying to recall what he'd heard about the event.
"There's...a potluck type thing, fireworks..."
"Dancing, music, a cooking contest, costumes cause it's sort of halloween, a lot of folks come from the city to experience it as well, so we get a lot of new faces. I heard we're bringing in some bands and carnival stuff as well. Not sure how much of it will be able to be used by the other species though..."
Simon cantered in place for a bit, giving the men a wave as he started to head off on his jog again.
"Sounds like it'll be fun! Take care!"
With that, the centaur headed off on his early morning route. A festival huh? He had only really experienced jousting events in Centaur society. Probably very similar. This...cooking contest had piqued his interest though.
There we go. Thanks for the patience.
"...um..ma'am?"
"Yes Charles."
"...there's um...there's a light. Near your head?"
"Yes there is."
Cornelia had been staring at the light orb for the past half hour, unmoving from her spot on the bench. The orb jiggled and whirled furiously around, almost as if becoming exasperated at the woman's apparent lethargy and deadpan stare. The Justiciar flicked her eyes to the Stalwart recruit who had approached, one hand resting on a sword as he stared at the orb in slight worry.
"Is...is it dangerous?"
"It's been here for a while and hasn't done anything yet."
Cornelia's training had been interrupted by the arrival of this...oddity. She had taken it in stride, sitting down calmly to observe it after the orb had spiraled around, attempting to lead her away from the training grounds. After 30 minutes of her unmoving observation, the orb had apparently become annoyed, if such a thing could be annoyed, and was currently spiraling around her head madly. She finally came to a decision, standing up slowly. The orb jerked away, staying out of reach, bobbing slightly. Cornelia turned to look at Charles.
"Would you tell Matron Fiona that I will be following a mysterious orb for a bit?"
The recruit stared at her, unsure if she was being serious or not. Cornelia walked over to where she had left her gear, sliding the massive tower shield onto her back. A clink of metal as she slid her blade into it's sheathe. The orb jumped a ways, pausing as if to check if she was truly following it or not. She rolled her shoulders for a moment before giving a nod to Charles.
"Have her send me a falcon if I take longer than three days to return."
With that, the Justiciar began to follow the light orb. Walking through the Fortchurch, she ignored the stares from the other Stalwarts. A young girl, clad in armor about two sizes too large for her, jogged next to her, flustering a bit as her helmet fell over her eyes.
"M-miss Aerthur?"
"Diedre, your armor is too large."
"Oh, yes ma'am. Wait, but ma'am, what's this light?"
"Dunno."
"...why are you following it?"
"It wants me to."
"...is that smart?"
"Not sure yet."
"...um..."
Without breaking stride, Cornelia looped through the supply room, grabbing a bag of field rations from a confused Stalwart.
"I need these. Deidre, please go get your armor fitted. Open the gates please."
As the heavy reinforced doors of the Fortchurch swung open, Cornelia pulled her cloak around her face, focused on the orb, and began trudging through the mountains in it's direction.
"Now...where are you taking me."
"Yes Charles."
"...there's um...there's a light. Near your head?"
"Yes there is."
Cornelia had been staring at the light orb for the past half hour, unmoving from her spot on the bench. The orb jiggled and whirled furiously around, almost as if becoming exasperated at the woman's apparent lethargy and deadpan stare. The Justiciar flicked her eyes to the Stalwart recruit who had approached, one hand resting on a sword as he stared at the orb in slight worry.
"Is...is it dangerous?"
"It's been here for a while and hasn't done anything yet."
Cornelia's training had been interrupted by the arrival of this...oddity. She had taken it in stride, sitting down calmly to observe it after the orb had spiraled around, attempting to lead her away from the training grounds. After 30 minutes of her unmoving observation, the orb had apparently become annoyed, if such a thing could be annoyed, and was currently spiraling around her head madly. She finally came to a decision, standing up slowly. The orb jerked away, staying out of reach, bobbing slightly. Cornelia turned to look at Charles.
"Would you tell Matron Fiona that I will be following a mysterious orb for a bit?"
The recruit stared at her, unsure if she was being serious or not. Cornelia walked over to where she had left her gear, sliding the massive tower shield onto her back. A clink of metal as she slid her blade into it's sheathe. The orb jumped a ways, pausing as if to check if she was truly following it or not. She rolled her shoulders for a moment before giving a nod to Charles.
"Have her send me a falcon if I take longer than three days to return."
With that, the Justiciar began to follow the light orb. Walking through the Fortchurch, she ignored the stares from the other Stalwarts. A young girl, clad in armor about two sizes too large for her, jogged next to her, flustering a bit as her helmet fell over her eyes.
"M-miss Aerthur?"
"Diedre, your armor is too large."
"Oh, yes ma'am. Wait, but ma'am, what's this light?"
"Dunno."
"...why are you following it?"
"It wants me to."
"...is that smart?"
"Not sure yet."
"...um..."
Without breaking stride, Cornelia looped through the supply room, grabbing a bag of field rations from a confused Stalwart.
"I need these. Deidre, please go get your armor fitted. Open the gates please."
As the heavy reinforced doors of the Fortchurch swung open, Cornelia pulled her cloak around her face, focused on the orb, and began trudging through the mountains in it's direction.
"Now...where are you taking me."
Sorry, stuff came up with life, so I've been absent
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