Spin The Wheel

The Six Crystals

Mougin was wondering the same thing. They had some history, of course, the man being Mr. Silum's bodyguard, but that was one whole week ago. Surely that was enough time for whatever ill feelings to pass? Apparently not, as the man in question asked him a rather hostile question.
"And just what is a furry gobshite like you doing here?" The man said gruffly.
It took Mougin a few moments to realise he was talking to him. The bearded man's full face of fur was significantly more furry than most his kind. But the bodyguard was only looking at him.
"I'm drinking." Mougin replied, borrowing the terminology of his companions.
"With a full pint?"

The minotaur looked down and acknowledged the fact that he hadn't drunken any of the foamy beverage before him. He had been waiting for the suds to settle, and it wasn't doing so very quickly. Mougin quietly lapped at the drink, dipping his large tongue into the straw-coloured liquid. It was bitter, and not much else. It wasn't that far off of water, and he would've just preferred to drink fresh water. But someone had purchased it for him, so he was obliged to drink it. He continued lapping up the beverage as the bodyguard went through his rant.

"You have some real balls to stick around in this city after the stunt you pulled." The man snarled. "You think think Charles can cover your ass forever?"
His vitriol clashed against Mougin's blank stare, both parties too stubborn to relent. Although in Mougin's case, he was mostly contemplating the unending bitterness of his drink.
"Fuck it, I'll give you a chance." The man said, breaking the staredown.

He paced over to the axe throwing range and snatched an axe from another man, throwing it down the length of the hall to smack cleanly into the target.
"Come up to the competition, beasty boy! Prove that you're a man and not a loser!" He yelled at him.
Mougin continued lapping at his drink. It was a strange way of saying it, considering he was a minotaur, but he could understand a challenge when he heard one.
"Ok." He rumbled.
He slowly tipping the rest of the drink into his mouth before turning to Rozzlo, who would apparently be his axe throwing companion.
"Come, let us throw axes." He said to him.
Not that Mougin knew much about throwing axes.

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Jeremy's heart started beating rapidly as the girl slung her arm around his back, and then it lurched for an entirely different reason. He couldn't help but cry out in surprise as a numbing sensation entering his body. It felt cold, and he thought he felt something getting sucked out. His knees abruptly gave way and he fell on the floor with a thud. Truly, her power was terrifying, to drain the power from his legs without even touching them. It certainly had nothing to do with the close, intimate contact he was having with a girl. No sir.

"I'm okay..." Jeremy muttered, grabbing a railing to get himself up.
As soon as he tightened his grip on the metal, his arm was assaulted by pins and needles and he fell back down, scattering the cans he had kept in his pockets. Jeremy grimaced and picked them back up with his other hand, before slowly getting back up on his feet. His back was sore for some reason and his arm was numb, but at least the girl looked healthier.
"N, no problem..." He said dispiritedly, in response to her gratitude.

He hadn't expected such a sensation, but the girl was helped. Now the issue was whether he could get home on his own. Fortunately, it seemed the spell on his legs was only temporary so he shouldn't have much of a problem, even if he was weighed down by the half-dozen cans he'd accidentally aqcuired. Jeremy made to leave, but realised something and turned around.
"So, um... I guess I'll see you around?" He asked the girl.
How did cool people say goodbye to each other?
@Crowvette

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

"Er, I guess it'll be alright then." Jeremy said nervously.
He wasn't entirely sure what he had signed up for. He wanted to refuse politely and make his way out, but she looked so sad... He had stopped to help her, after all, so maybe this was fine? The rumours of vampires had been widely exaggerated, so it should be fine. Then again, she was still a stranger of unknown origins, so maybe she was trying to take advantage of him... She was basically asking that to his face, wasn't she?

His mind was going a mile a minute, and he opened his mouth to speak. But all he could say was, "This won't make me a vampire though, will it?"
@Crowvette

We have to save the world again? I thought we were done with this crap!

@Spin The Wheel We can use the link Quartz provided for their conversation, if you'd like.

@Imbion

Sounds good, just let me know when. I'll be a bit busy for the next 4 hours or so

The Six Crystals

Mougin stared back at the man named Rozzio for a time. The black bearded man (it was his first time seeing a human with so much of their fur intact, he had almost thought it couldn't grow so thickly) and his mispronunciation aside, Rozzio was acting a little strange. Strange for a human, that is. It was... intruiging.
"Alright, I will participate." He agreed.

This was a good chance to see what other people were like in detail, and he didn't want to pass up the opportunity to see what other human activities were like. He knew what an axe was, it was for chopping down trees. How did one throw such a tool, and what would they be thrown at? Mougin was very curious indeed.

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

"Whoa!" Jeremy said, lunging to stop the thrown can with his foot.
Littering was bad, even if the drink sucked. But it seemed consistent with her personality, what with the tatoos and all. And it seemed like she got into a fight, or something... Was she, perhaps, a delinquent student? Or even worse, could she be a member of the dreaded Mephisto's School for the Wickedly Inclined? Legends say that the school was a gathering ground for criminals, and that the school building itself is enchanted in such a way that only those with the blackest hearts could enter.

Well, that was what the kids around him said, so it was probably heavily exaggerated. Jeremy wanted to give this girl the benefit of the doubt, even if she was saying something about vampires right now. Wait, vampires?
"Huh?" Jeremy said, taking a moment to process what he heard. He did, indeed, hear correctly.
"Yeah, everyone's heard of vampires. What about them?"
It was an old legend with some kernels of truth. The tale of an ancient historical king with a unique Gift had been embellished and rewritten a countless amount of times. But what did that have to do with anything?
@Crowvette

We have to save the world again? I thought we were done with this crap!

@Imbion

Abraham grunts.
"Could have been better." He said, taking another bite of his apple.
Could have been worse, went the unsaid statement. The half-orc ranger had not spent the intervening years idly, but it was a directionless effort. He had peformed an innumerable amount of small heroic deeds in the Nomadic Lands, and made significant contributions to the local branch of the adventurer's guild besides. But to what end? Abraham couldn't say. And none of that mattered right now, anyway.

The half-orc finished his meal, swallowing the core in one gulp. He was still hungry, but that was used to it. To live one's life in the Nomadic Lands was to live off of nature's bounty, and in lean years and bad lands, tribes often had no choice but to starve.

Hunger sharpened Abraham's senses, and allowed him to discover things beyond the range of mortal senses. Now that Alice's building was open to him he could finally find... the rosy smell of soap, and... It was very faint, but there was also the rotten stench of gore.
"I guess you've already met them." He didn't feel the need to say who he was talking about. "Have the others contacted you yet?"

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

"Um," Jeremy began.
'I just wanted to know why you're covered in water.' He thought, but it was too late to say that now.

He wasn't expecting to face a philosophical argument today (if it had to do with the Gods then it was probably theological, right?), but it wasn't as if he had never thought about it. Ever since his encounter with the "God" of """"Reality"""", the thought would flit through his mind from time to time. Jeremy thought things would change when he got a gift, forgetting that most Gifts were pretty innocuous boons which slightly increased a person's quality of life. For all the glory they got, it was worth remembering that beneficial Gifts were rare, and the Gifts that called to the gods that gave them were infinitely more so.

"I mean, mine's not that bad. My Gift, I mean. At least I can use it to run away when people try to hit me." Jeremy said. Contrary to his true feelings, Jeremy was defending his gift. It was as if he didn't want to lose.
"It's-" He almost said it was better than nothing, but that wasn't entirely true. It made running away easier, but hiding was a lost cause with the ethereal wizard hat permanently fixed onto his head. "It could be worse." Jeremy reasoned.
"It could've been, like... you know, that one guy, the Crocodile Man from Lasgo."

Now there was a sorry tale. A man cursed with the appearance and instincts of a crocodile with the mind of a human, doomed to forever wander the sewers of Albion. He was actually a pretty decent guy, apparently, and he had a pretty nice crib from all the money he got from doing media interviews. But still, it must've been a pretty painful way to live.
"Anyway, if you just keep your head up, things will get better eventually... Or something..." Jeremy's voice trailed off powerlessly.
Really, he was just lying to himself at this point. He had kept an eye out on these kinds of things. A method of 'fixing' bad gifts, or losing them, things like that. What the gods give only the gods can take, or so they say. There were probably gifts that could take away other gifts, but if so, surely someone would know about it, and he hadn't found anything. Just a little bit, all he wanted to do was get rid of his godforsaken hat. But what else could he do besides dream about it? How could Jeremy do what the Crocodile Man, or the Elephant Man, or any other of the millions of maligned individuals failed to do?

Jeremy sighed and batted at the blue brim. His hand passed clean through, as usual. There was no use worrying about things that wouldn't happen, so he decided to focus his efforts on the more current issue.
"Anyway," He said again. "Do you still need some help? I can call an ambulance, or something?"
@Crowvette

We have to save the world again? I thought we were done with this crap!

It had been some time since Abraham visited Casperus. It wasn't as if he disliked the country - how could he, when it was where everything began? Some of his companions seemed to have a genuine distaste for the city after the incident, for various reasons of their own. Abraham, meanwhile, simply had no reason to revisit the area. But now he did, and he hoped that his companions had gotten over their aversion to what was once their home city, because he would need their help.

He wouldn't be going directly to Bradena right now though, he had to somewhere else to check first.

The half-orc trudged down the streets of a certain city. His green travelling cloak was covered in dust and mud, and his clothes told a similar story. In his hand he held an apple, which he was taking small bites out of while he walked. He had travelled relentlessly for 3 days, only taking the minimum amount of rest. Time was precious, and only the gods knew how much the cult had grown in the past years. Abraham didn't know how behind they all were. Fortunately for him, one of his ex-companions lived closer to the nomadic lands, one who he was sure was clever enough to see the signs for what they were.

Abraham stopped in front of a particular building. A plaque on the front proudly described its occupant. This was Alice Windhorn's agency. The half-orc looked up at the large building pensively. It had been years since he had visited anyone from the glorious band of heroes. A distance of years had been crossed in 3 days. It made him feel... Well, it made him feel a bit foolish. There wasn't much he wanted to say to anyone, but he at least wanted to know how they were doing. Had it always been so easy?

Abraham knocked on the door loudly. He was usually unemotional, but he was rather looking forward to his first reunion.
@Imbion

We have to save the world again? I thought we were done with this crap!

I'll post soonish. Just gonna get Abe to knock on Alice's door