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Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

"Look, I keep telling ya, you've had 'nuff for one night! Go. Home."
"Sssscchhaddap, ye misschery sscchnot! Hic! I... I-I tellsscch ya when'sch I've 'ad 'nuff! Hic!"

Charming.

Apparently, a middle aged man who had inbibed a rather heroic amount of ethanol was now arguing with a proprietor of said bevarage about him being cut off from getting any more for the evening. A sane and sober person would agree with the barkeep that this lout had indeed had enough to drink for the day, but apparently alcohol made one incapable of seeing their own state of being... Or smell your own stink for that matter.

With the sun now fully set and the two moons beginning their climb, the sky was dark and only dotted by the small, glistening stars. The only lights in the street came from either windows or doorways where torches or candles were lit inside. Unfortunately, Palisade Town had yet to adopt oil-based street lanterns, which made the town rather gloomy and murky at the later hours of the day. Fortunately, with the torches provided to them, there was enough light to clearly see what was going on around oneself. And, for the time being, they could also see the scene unfold before them.

Druid Girl watched as her archer-friend rolled up her sleeves - which didn't have much to be rolled-up in the first place - and then proceed towards the bickering lush. Following her, Big Red tagged along - either out of concern, or because he wanted to introduce the belligerent drunk to his good friend, the paved street. Regardless, given that one was prone to hopping onto the back of charging boars and the other could likely wrestle aforementioned swine to the ground with his bare hands, Druid Girl decided that the possibility of this ending through diplomatic and peaceful negotiations were very, very slim... Not to mention the undesirable's own state of being.

Sighing and shaking her head, she followed after her companions. As they approached, both the tavern owner and the drtnkard turned their heads towards the new arrivals. The barkeep let out a relieved sigh as he saw their shields.

"Ah, finally. Thank the Goddess you're here. This one just won't take 'no' for an answer." The tavern keeper said in an irritated tone. "Been drinikin' non-stop since supper-time and now look at'im!"
"Pssch! An' what'scch wrongssch wif me, eh? Hic! I'sch tellin' ya I'm fi-Hic!-ine! But thissch cheapsschkin won't sscherve me no more! I gotssch the coinssch for it, lo-Hic!-ok!" The drunk protested, producing a small, filthy bag from his coat'¨s pcokets and jingling it about - the rattling of a few, lonely coins could barely be heard. "Sschee? I'm all goodssch, but he'ssch not givin' me no Hic! no Hic! no moressch!"
"Jeez, look at ya! Can barely stand or speak, and you're complainin' about not gettin' more drink? Oi, guards, why don't ya haul this one off so he can sleep it off, yeah?" The establishment's owner stated, forehead resting in the palm of his hand as he shook it in profound exhaustion at the antics of the lush.

Hoping to avoid Big Red or Steppe Archer performing a neck-swing on the poor, inebriated fellow, Druid Girl popped out from behind her lizard meat-shield and spoke softly and gently, but clear and loud enough to be heard.

"Sir, why don't you just head home and rest for the night? The tavern'll be open tomorrow as well. You can just come back an-"
"HOOoOOoOOoOOOooOoly sschaladassch!! You've gotssch ssschome huuuuuge knockersssch there, girl!"

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What just happened?

"And yer lil' foreign friendssch lookin' fresscch 'n perky too! Hic! How'ssch Hic! How'ssch 'bout we go tumblin'n the hayssch, eh? Hic!" The polite gentleman requested. At this comment, the tavern keeper's jaw had somehow become slack and his eyes were comedically minimized as he stared at the oafish buffoon before him. Druid Girl's jaw wasn't slack, but her eyes were similarily de-scaled, blinking in confusion and agast surprise at the sheer outrageousness of this filth and his audacious cheek.

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Awww, Kath has such self-esteem issues. :<

But, Ashara has addressed all parties involved in the tea-party, huzzah!

Flan's cookies shall be mine, all mine...

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Ashara smiled and nodded at Kath's words. Of course it was to be expected that the resident bookworm of the Chateau would want to bring some of her scriptures with her on the journey. Though, the fox wasn't exactly sure how having books would help them deal with the villagers - or whatever else inhabited the settlement below - but then again Ashara wasn't as smart as the Chapter Keeper of the library. In fact, it was reassuring to have someone so knowledgeable and wise along with her, since Kath would be more likely to do all the important conversing and explaining, not to mention the Chapter Keeper was far more likely to know exactly what Lord Rodias wanted to find information on, and how to get it!

Not too long passed before another lovely lady joined their little pow-wow. This one being the adorable little slime-chef. As soon as Ashara heard Flan's voice, and caught a whiff of the tray's bounty she was holding, her tails began to wag in a disorderly and energetic fashion, and a wide smile spread across the white-haired fox-girl's face. Watching Kath take one of the snacks, Ashara proceeded to do the same, delicately plucking one of the little treats from the tray.

"Ah, Miss Flan. As lovely and thoughtful as always." She said, proceeding to take a small, careful nibble from her cookie. A happy noise escaped her lips and the elegant fox placed a hand on her cheek, with a blissful expression on her face. "Delicious as always~"

It was true though, Flan's cooking was second-to-none and despite what Miss Mamoru might claim, the fact was that the slime could cook the dragonoid's socks off! Of course, being that her food was so delicious, it also unfortunately attracted pests. More precisely, that thing managed to sniff out and arrive at the scene. Having first run her mouth during the meeting with Rodias, stated depressing and questionable things - and now, showing up to greedily proclaim that she would eat anything the rest didn't scarf down? Truly, this creature was truly without grace or form. The fact that its mere presence also caused discomfort didn't exactly earn it any points either.

"Careful, Miss Light. If you eat too muhch you might grow fat." Ashara warned, still taking careful and modest nips at her treat. Luckily, her voice was calm and friendly as usual, an d her face betrayed no signs of discontent or animosity. And in truth, it wasn't like Ashara disliked Light, she just found her presence uncomfortable and her personality... Well, in need of improvement, shall we say?

As the ladies of the Chateau were busy with each other - and Flan - one of the gentlemen approached, speaking up from behind Mamoru. Ashara cast a sideways glance, even though she recongized the voice without looking. The Goblin General seemed anxious to get going, but at least he had the decency to come and ask his partner if she was ready to go. Ashara coudl appreciate that - and feeling a bit mischievous, she placed a hand infront of her mouth while smiling devillishly.

"Oh my, Miss Mamoru, it seems your date is here to escort you. Ufufu~" She giggled slightly.

Still, while she appreciated the offered snacks and the slight, informal break from their daily duties, the fact was that there was work to be done. Work assigned by the Sable Lord, and regent of the Chateau, himself no less! Turning her gaze back to Kath, Ashara spoke again.

"I suppose I shall wait and meet up with you outside the main gate then, milady." She said, not needing to collect or grab anything herself. She had everything she needed on her person, after all. Well, except one thing.

"Oh, and Miss Flan." She turned her head back to the cook.

"Could I perhaps bring one of these cookies along on our trip?" She asked, tails wagging again as she nibbled at the baked sweet.

Once that was all done and over with, she'd head for the foyer and then outside - onto the mountain and her take her first look at this brand new world...

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Is it me? Because I don't know my password anymore...

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BING, BONG~!!

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I just figured it was a cute nickname for her. Ha.

@Guess Who

Ashara isn't exactly the type to give people nicknames though... ^^;

[*Picks up dropped mic*]

Dear ladies and gentlemen, we apologize for the unpleasant _crap that just assaulted your ears, we are deeply sorry.

[*Apologetic bow*]

EDIT:

Woopee, it's my birthday! Time to eat cheesecake and pretend to be excited about getting older and cloer to death, yaaay...

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

At the lizardman's comment about his guardsmen being irresponsible drunks, the Guard Captain could say little except;

"Boredome and youth make for a poor pair, the town hasn't had any real trouble in the past six months." He said it in a way that seemed to indicate he was worried about something. "Of course, that's no excuse for failing your duties. But don't worry, after they've recovered, they won't be doing this kind of foolishness again..." He trailed off, and a very scary expression spread across his face, making at least Druid Girl feel a shiver run down her spine.

The man said little to the archer after she commented about them not being full-time guards, and he only wished them a polite 'good luck' as they left, obviously more concerned about his own chores and duties now taat the formalities and explanations were over. The druid grabbed her shield last, weighing it in her hands and then strapping it to her left forearm, moving it about a bit to see how it felt. It was a bit on the heavy side, even for a wooden shield, but it was strong and sturdy and of remarkably decent quality - as far as equipment for frontier town guards went. Noticing both her companions leave the office, she said her farewell to the Captain and rushed after the pair, only to find that Steppe Archer was gone.

At least, for a while... Soon she came dashing back, apparently having thought that going their seperate ways to patrol was a good idea. Which it wasn't, no matter how you sliced the bread. Big Red made this clear, and a snide misogynist comment about their physical strength. True, overpowering a fully grown man, especially if he was a drunken adventurer, might have eben tough if they only used their hands - but the druid could always give them a taste of her frosty spell, which would likely simmer down any rowdy ruffian in a snap. As for the archer? If she could leap onto a charging boar and clamp down on its back with her thighs, and remain on it, surely she could do similarily to a wobbly, slurring lush with fuzzy sight.

Still though, as they were just outside the garrison, the guard from the entrance came over to them, holding a set of three torches in his arms.

"You lot ain't gonna do much good patrollin' without 'ese." He said, in a thick accent. "Ain't none gonna be seein'em shield-crests if ya ain't got no torch to make'em visible, yeah?" The young fellow made a good point, handing the flammable sticks over before returning to his post at the front door.

"I think staying together is the best choice too." Druid Girl said. "If we ran into a bunch of thieves or a group of drunks, it'd be a hassle to deal with them by yourself." She expressed, finding that a group was more efficient when dealing with another group.

And so they set off, heading first towards the north end of town, where they would then circle to the east - clockwise, like the captain had instructed. The north part of town was where many of richer families lived, as well as where the temple was located - the one where Guard Lady had been left by Steppe Archer earlier the same day. It was also home to the mayor's manor and a few, higher-class establishments where a simple drink cost as much as a large meal, a strong drink and a fine room at your average inn. By the sheer fact that it was the district for the more wealthy and well-off citizens, chances were low that this would be an arae with any real trouble.

As they walked along the brick-laid roads, inbetween manors and two-storey buildings with embellished posts and ornaments, Druid Girl's eyes slowly scanned from side to side, looking down alleys or narrower paths to see if she could see anything. But, apart from a few nobles out late for either eating, drinking or socializing, there really wasn't that much going on. So, the girl took to first humming a tune as they walked, side by side. Then humming eventurally turned into a soft, low song though.

"Great Big Oak, full of leaves, won't you come and dance with me?
The wind blows kind, the skies are clear, the birds sing very happily.
At your roots, where acorn lie, the squirrels for tasty treats they spy.
And on the hill, not far away, the spring-born deerlings jump and play.
So dance with me, Great Big Oak, your splendor known to all forest-folk~"

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I don't know why, but for some reason I'd been calling Kath by Katri... I'm not really certain why or how I made that mistake, but I've at least made edits to my IC post, so as to fix that blunder. Sorry, Guessy, I apparently wasn't paying attention, or my eyes are getting even worse. T~T

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Err mer gerd, Flan offering Ashara hand-made cookies? Slime best gril. ^-^
Hands off, Mamoru - you skank - this one's mine! :3
Go with Grumpgruff and find those goblins or somethin', Katri, Flan and Ashara gonna have a nice little tea-party before we set off~

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... Ya'll fukken meme-lords... xD