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The Laguez trying to calm down the soldiers from an anti-Laguez nation...

I shall pray to the Goddess for you, my friend.
So. How is everyone?
Man, seeing the last login days on some of the others is rather shocking to see.

In any case, I still hope things work out.


Dawn, Miricia


This day just keeps getting better and better.

Prince Erik had finally given the call to leave, which he was initially quite grateful for. That mess in there was becoming more and more problematic as time went on. But things just aren’t going their way today it seems. Especially when he finds near a dozen laces suddenly pointed at their group from the local guards.

“It would seem that fate has truly conspired against us this day, would you not say Prince Eric?” Zachary speaks to the prince, a look of exasperation from the situation clear on his face. All he did was help people out of chaos and now he (and the others currently with them) were all treated as criminals to some new law they couldn’t have even known about!


With the crest now worn proudly worn upon his back, Kouta pulls his shirt back over his chest once more. In a way, though it was just a mark, he could feel that it carried a weight to it. It was the mark of his his mission… no. This mark was of everyone who is here, standing beside him. His new… family. Even now, it felt weird to say it.

When the last of them had received their marks, Zane once more spoke to them all. Kouta found himself blinking when he heard that Zane had given them a test right after. From the looks of the others, some were not quite pleased to be thrown for such a loop so soon. Especially with the restrictions placed upon said task. Fist clenching though, Kouta was not bothered by this. In fact, he found the challenge rather interesting. It will be a chance for him to prove his worth to everyone by working together.

“To catch a bird with no magic you say. Fair enough! With all of us together, I’m sure we can accomplish this easily!” Giving a thumbs up to his guild mates.

It was then a new face dropped in, apparently having decided to be hidden for the meeting until now. Though he was apprehensive at first, it seemed Zane accepted his arrival easy enough, so he gives him the benefit of the doubt for now. And with the man scouting out and spotting the bird, he was glad they seemed to have an idea where to go at least.

Kouta clasps a hand on the new guy’s shoulder. “Good job on spotting our bird. It would probably be for the best as you said, to try and split up around it to limit its movements. Though,” he takes his hand off the new guy’s shoulder, raising it up to his chin in contemplation, “how exactly would we want to catch it once we get close enough? Does anyone have something we can throw over it?” Kouta looks to the others quizzically. “Like...A net, maybe? Or a big blanket?”


Dawn, Miricia


Pinching the bridge of his nose, Zachary let’s out a quick breath. Wants to move the Prince to a safer area and he wants to run towards the madness. Reminds him of his brother, now that he thinks of it. But now isn’t the time to reminiscing such things. He has a task ordered by the Prince and he will uphold it.

Not like his bow would do much good in a close quarters situation like this anyway.

Thus, Zachary begins to either direct and lead patrons out of the tavern who either not participating in the chaos or to those who had the unfortunate luck to have been struck, he began to drag them outside and away from the fray. Coming back inside from one such dragging, He moves to check on Prince Erik. The boy who started this whole situation seems to be actively ignoring the Prince, much to his annoyance.

“It would seem that he wishes not to heed your orders Sir…” Watching as said boy let’s off yet another spell into the group of angry patrons. “... And I don’t think he plans to leave peacefully at this rate.”
Liam Watson


Sitting at his desk in home room, Liam is sitting alone as he leans back his seat a little as he plays on his handheld console. With a single earbud in his left ear, the sounds of sword swings and casted magic is heard to a catchy battle theme playing in the background. Liam smirks a little as the boss he was fighting finally falls. “Gotcha~,” he speaks in a low tone to the his defeated digital foe.

A glance up at the clock shows him he beat it with a minute to spare. Perfect. I figured it would be close. With a quick save, he turns the console off, placing it back into its carrying case and slipping it into his backpack as other students begin to take to their seats. It wasn’t long after that that his first period teacher makes their way into the class. Liam certainly appreciated not having to change classes like others had to. Gave him that extra bit of relaxation to start his day, after all.
Apologies. I’ve been under the weather the last few days. I’ll try and have a post for you soon.
Ailred Enbanise


After a rather brisk walk, Ailred found himself entering the tree line of the forest. Taking in a deep breath, he enjoys the fresh smells of the wilderness as it enters his nose. It was not to say that the smells of the village were bad, but nothing can quite compare to more earthy and floral smell of nature. It was comforting, to say the least.

Once he had taken in all he wanted, he begins to walk in the woods of the tree line. It didn’t take him long to start finding what he was looking for. Scattered under trees and in the wild grass, certain plants caught his eye immediately. Medical herbs and green grasses. Any herbalist worth one’s salt should be able to know these items at sight. They’re the materials of most basic potions sold within the realm, after all. Nodding to himself, he starts plucking up the two, filling his material bag with a decent haul.

Materials snug within his bag, he makes his way back along the tree line towards the path he had taken from the village. As he does though, his attention falls to something not far out from the woods.

The Graveyard.

Such somber places aren’t his cup a tea. Not like most people would say otherwise. But in looking towards the graveyard, he can’t help but feel that something...just doesn’t seem right about it. Like a disturbance in the air coming from it. Rather curious about this feeling, Ailred takes to leaning on a tree, taking the chance to scan the site a little more closely from the (relative) safety of the woods.
Yeah sorry. Between graduation and Mother’s Day, I had been rather busy. I’ll get to a post soon.
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