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Current Lots of guests coming and going in the next few weeks. I apologize in advance if I lag in posting
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Traveling for a week, and may not keep up with RPs. Thank you for your patience.
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Been busy and scatterbrained this week, and behind on RPs. Please excuse my delay in posting.
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Got back from a two-week vacation overseas. Give me some time to catch up with RPs. Thank you for your patience!
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I'll be going on a two week vacation starting tomorrow and don't know how often I'll have Internet access. Thank you for your patience. I'll try to be more regular when I get back.

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What do you guys think about me making a Discord server for this? I can always put one together if enough of you want it.


Discord might be a good idea.
I'll toss my interest in here. I think I may have been part of a previous iteration.
During the week, Gammaton personally wandered into Anzelgard in an attempt to understand the beings she had resolved to surpass. With her disguise, she went by the name of Vanessa the Alchemist. Using her knowledge gained from consuming Szilard's brain, Gammaton was able to give a decent enough foreign backstory as to avoid scrutiny. 'Vanessa' quickly formed a 'friendship' with the blacksmith, Cormac, giving her a place to go and have an intelligent conversation when she was tired of observing the citizenry. She peddled simple potions for competitive prices, striking up conversations with her customers and analyzing their hopes and dreams. however, no sooner had she started her infiltration did the shadowy figure appear in the skies over Anzelgard, and it was all the local populace could talk about. Gammaton wondered waht it was doing. It didn't seem to be hunting, yet had staked this area as its territory for some inexplicable reason. Still, Gammaton had no reason to worry about it as long as it did not appear hostile to Infinifactorium. But the emergency meeting was called, and Gammaton arrived.

Gammaton was surprised Levia had tried poisoning it, even more surprised that such an act did not provoke the creature to violence. Gammaton was sure that the overseers could band together to take the creature down themselves, but doing so may reveal the guild to the locals. And there was another thought. "I believe that Lady Faetalis gave us these disguises for a reason. Now we could strip them off, and rise to do battle with the dragon, and only put our human skins back on once the fight was over, but then I feel that by doing so, we make a choice that these skins are not our true selves. What is it that we can do in these skins that we cannot do otherwise? Walk among the people of Anzelgard. And if our previous decision at this council was to take Anzelgard under our wing, then I feel that it is only fitting that we render the people Anzelgard capable of defending themselves from this threat. The dragon does not trouble Infinifactorium, but it troubles Anzelgard; it is all they have complained about for a week, so it behooves them to rise up and deal with this problem themselves. Of course, I have no qualms about training and guiding them, and will lead them into battle if necessary. But if these people are under our protection, then I think this is the perfect opportunity to have them earn their place as our vassal. To prove that they are worthy to be at Lady Faetalis' feet."
OK, so the CS doesn't exactly state the operator's class. It feels like everyone's a guard, with Marcellus being a sniper.
Golden River Inn

Sheng Qingling

@Salsa Verde

Song Shi's words made Qingling reassess his situation. He knew that his parents believed he was dead, so hoping that they would come look for him was a vain hope. In another corner of the inn, there was a slight commotion, drawing Qingling's aural attention. Apparently some drunk had thrown his work order at some travelers. Qingling wondered why someone would simply throw away a chance at good, honest work, when his sensitive ears heard the drunk's compatriots complaining that the job was too dangerous. As it turns out, there had been a recent uptick of violence on the roads. In addition to the occasional bandit, a murderous couple had been cutting a bloody swath, hunting down Taoists on some sort of vendetta. Qingling's eyes widened. This was the sort of news he had been waiting around to hear.

Qingling turned his attention back to Song Shi. "Perhaps you're right. I hear there's a caravan leaving town tomorrow, but what about yourself? I would feel much safer to have a friend to travel with, but do you not have your own destination?"



@Zeroth @Cu Chulainn

That night Qingling spoke with the proprietor of the Golden River Inn, letting him know that he was leaving and thanking innkeeper for his hospitality and the opportunity to work for room and board.

The following morning, Qingling found himself standing in front of the gate with his guqin in its massive case, strapped to his back, wondering how he was going to weasel his way into the caravan. He had found this location by eavesdropping on the previous holders of the work order. He was unsure if these men really required music, but it was worth a shot. Readjusting the guqin on his back for comfort, he approached the caravan, "Salutations, I am part of a traveling performance troupe, but I was separated from them. It appears that your caravan is going in the direction that they were headed, so if you don't mind, might I hitch a ride? I can make it worth your while by providing some high-class, musical entertainment." he wasn't exactly sure if she would show, but he hoped Song Shi would join him.
Hey, I see it's been a while since there's been a post here, but I was wondering if this RP is still active and if I can apply with a character?
Golden River Inn

Sheng Qingling

@Salsa Verde

Qingling placed his palms on the strings to quiet them, as if their vibrations would betray the uncertainty in his heart. I am at a crossroads. To go or to stay? To search or to stay put? You see, my parents are traveling entertainers, but we were separated at our last stop. I have been unable to find them. I had hoped to rendezvous with them here, in Xincai, where many paths meet, and that word of my music would reach them, leading them to me. But that has not happened. I have been on the road for my whole life, so I do not know of a 'hometown' that I could go to to wait for them. So for now, I am simply trying to earn my keep. Perhaps they will find me, or I will catch word of them. Their...exploits...can be very spectacular."

So as not to remain silent for too long and cause complaint, Qingling began playing again, this time strumming out a sweet, gentle tune reminiscent of the current season, Spring.
Golden River Inn

Sheng Qingling

@Salsa Verde @Restalaan

When Qingling finished his song, a coin flew his way. His eyes traced the trajectory and saw a large woman leaving the inn. he thanked her silently for her patronage as another woman approached the stage and asked him what the song is called.

"'The Desperate Return'," Qingling replied, smiling up at Shi, trying to mask his own heartache, "Perhaps it is a bit too somber? After all, most people at an inn are travelers, so it may be inconsiderate to elicit homesickness. Additionally, for an inn with such...rambunctious clientele, maybe something more rowdy and rousing would be more appropriate? Do you have a request, Miss? I may not know every song, but if you hum a bit for me, or whistle, I will try to match the composition with what little skill I have."

As Qingling waited for Shi's request, he started making micro-adjustments to the individual bridges that held the strings taut, literally fine-tuning the instrument in preparation for whatever he might play next.
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