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8 days ago
Gotta go buy more soda, BRB
13 days ago
Midsummer Eve tomorrow... Time to go stock up on soda at the store. BRB:
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3 mos ago
All hail our Lord and Savior! ... THE EASTER BUNNY!!
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4 mos ago
Am I the only one who hates electronic ID and all that it has brought? Maybe I'm just an old kermudgeon...
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4 mos ago
I am my own, greatest enemy! ... But you're a close second
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@Rockin StringsYou're a level 50 shadow demon-person who just launched a fieball at half-a-diozen cultsist who thought they outnumbered you, wearing no particularly magic gear and then pulling 50 goblins out of your ass and surrounding them in an instant. Of course it'd be easy. xD
It's like playing an RTS's Tutorial and maxing out your population cap before going to the one, singular battle on the map. :P

Lol @ Mamoru snapping that bro's spine though. More lols at his loss of control over his bladder and/or rectum... xD

Now to wait for Kath to come up with the brilliant and logical next move of the duo! After all, Ashara has no clue what Rodias wants them to do in the village, apart from looking and poking around and seeing what its like... 8D

... Gosh darned Chuuni, making all them peons notice our mountain-top castle... NOW WE'LL BE SWARMED BY UNWANTED TOURISTS! D:
"Whasschat, you talkin' Hic! You talkin' t'me, girlie?" The drunk slurred, swaying to and fro on his unstabile legs, replying to the Steppe Archer's comment about him either spending a night in his lice-addled bed at home, or on a cold stone floor in an equally lice-infested cell. "Yo- Hic! You dun sschare me! I ussched to Hic! ussched to Hic! ussched to fight... DRAGONSssch, y'kno'!" He blurted out, making a wild, overexaggerated gesture to signify the apparent importance of this blatant fabrication.

Druid Girl sighed. The Lizard spat out some comment about them talking to a wall, and in a practical sense, it was true. However, the lizardman didn't seem to understand how you were supposed to handle drunks or other living beings. He was far too pragmatic and efficiency-minded it seemed, wanting things to be done fast and without complaint - but sadly, human society didn't always allow for such a thing. Sure, they could have bonked the drunk over the head and hauled him off to a holding cell, but that wouldn't exactly give people a good impression of the guards. Even if talking to him was meaningless and didn't result in a desirable outcome, the fact that they took the time to try had marits, especially since the barkeep was right here along with them, watching the whole scene.

Regardless, as Lizard Fighter loomed behind the archer, towering over the petite girl, the drunk's eyes suddenly shot wide at the sight, apparently not having noticed the great big red repptilian until just this moment.

"A-a-a-a-a-a-a Hic! A dragooooooooooooooooon!?" He half-shrieked, half-vomited, half-questioned. The man went pale and his eyes became frenzied and panicked, like that of an injured animal. Stumbling backwards, falling and landing square on his butt, the man began shuffling and crawling backwards, until his back collided with the wall of a building. His breaths were quick and short, beads of sweat forming on his forehead and brow.

"Iisch a dragon!? Why'ssch there a dragon here!? Barkeep! Hic! Ssschave me!" The man hollered, having lost all bravado in an instant, now calling for help from the very person he had been pestering and arguing with mere seconds ago. Druid girl just placed her face in the palm of her own hand. This was just... Too sad... But, it did provide a way to resolve the whole ordeal without having to haul the stinking fellow back to the guard station. Walking past both of her allies, Druid Girl stepped forth, folded her arms infront of her and stared down at the man with a vicious sneer - which was very unfitting her usual demeanor.

"That's right, sir." She said, her tone dark and her words sharp. "And if you don't want us to let him have you for a midnight snack, I suggest you go home. Now." The girl said, eyes narrowing and a dangerous smile spreading across her lips. The man's mouth went agape and his eyes widened.

...

Then he wet himself.

...

Then he started crying and sobbing uncontrollably.

...

Finally he ran off, holding his moistened pants with both hands as he, with wobbly and uncertain steps, did his best to run down the cobbled street - at times crashing into walls or bumping into things as he went. Eventually, he disappeared from sight and the sound of his 'oofs' and clattering collisions faded into the dark depths of night. Druid Girl's arms went slack and she let out a long exhale of relief. The barkeep stood silent for a while, then burst into roaring laughter.

"Well, I sure didn't see that coming." He sounded incredibly amused. "Thought for sure that lug was gonna start throwin' his fists about, but just one look'it that big fellar of yours and he turned into a squealin' babe? That just made my night, gwahahaha!" The owner of the establihsment bellowed in good, high spirits - no longer annoyed or bothered by the previous events.

Druid Girl returned to her comrades and the bar's master, looking a bit sheepish, rubbing her left arm with her right hand and casting her eyes to the side. One might say she looked a bit ashamed.

"Sorry, Big Red... I didn't mean anything by all that. I just wanted the guy to go back home, without any trouble." She apologized, not sure if her comment about the Lizardman's possible taste for human flesh would be considered an insult or not.

"Ain't no need to apologize girl! Ya did good." The barman said, smiling and giving her a firm, friendly pat on the shoulder. "You tried talkin' the lout down, he didn't listen, so you scared him a bit. Nobody had to get rough with nobody, and nobody had to see ya drag off some knocked-out troublemaker from me establishment. Couldn't have gone better if ya ask me!" The man said.

She smiled a bit at this, but still looked slightly troubled. Her master had always said she had a knack for theattrics and being a mischievous little shrew, although she had always though he meant it in a playful, joking manner. Still though, apart from that drunk needing a new pair of pants, this whole mess was cleared up and over with for now. All tthat remained was to keep patrolling up to the western part of town, where the common residential district was, and then return back to the garrison once the green moon crowned the sky. Speaking of the sky, it was rather pretty tonight - clear and full of stars, with both moons almost full. It was surprisingly bright despite the late hour thanks to this. Hopefully no more incidents would happen, and they oculd just have a nice, quick and easy time finishing this job up tonight.
Flan is so cute. <3
Since us swedes for some arbitrary reason have it in our heads that you celebbrathe Xlatmas on the 24th, rather than the 25th like every other country in the world, I'll be going shortly to my old man's house. Stuff my face with food, prtend to make pleasant small-talk with his girlfriend, hand out some Xaltmas presents and get a T-shirt in return, then come back home in the afternoon.

Not that I think my absence will be much noted, but just in case you're wondering why I'm not here for 14 hours straight today - that's why.

Regardless, Merry Xaltmas all you lovely pagans! I'll see you in a few hours again~

Oh, and @Guess WhoI liked that post thar, Kath so cute. :3
Kath better come up with some clever things to tell that grumpy-pants villager, you know, explain why two smokin' hotties who look nothing alike suddenly roll up on a dismal, backwater mining town out of the blue... Ashara isn't exactly the greatest con-artist or bamboozler around, despite being a tricksy fox-demon. xD

Isn't Gromgard at a lower level than pretty much all the other Chapter Keepers and NPCs though? With the exception of Flan? *Goes to check*

Yeah, Gromgard's only level 50, whereas Mamoru is level 60... Hah, and that buffoon threatened Ashara. She woulda totally taken him in a fight. >:P
Gromgard is such a brute. Hmph!

Also, in case people wanna skip non-essential fluff, "Words of Wisdom, Moving Shadows." deals with Kath and Ashara just outside the chateau, while "Up a Mountain, Down a Mine." deals with them approaching the village. You know, in case you don't wanna read all of it.
Empty Past, Faded Moments.


At Mamoru's sudden squeezing of one of her tails, Ashara's face lit up with a slight tinge of pink, and her tail quickly retracted and slid out of the assailant's hand. The squeeze wasn't hard or painful, but it was surprising and something the fox hadn't been prepared for. She would have to remember to be more careful around the head maid, given her proclivity to selfishly snuggle and grab her tails. Still, Ashara made no sound or fuss about the incident, merely keeping on smiling.

Gromgard's comment about the date, however, left her feelings - as usual - unwilling to respond. His inability to know how to speak to a lady, much less differentiate between what was an acceptable activity for a date was just abhorrent. Not to mention, what kind of woman would want to be tied down with a bunch of filthy, smelly goblins all around? Truly, the Goblin General was an oaf among oafs, with nary a single sliver of courtesy in his bones... Then again, given his nature, perhaps he didn't have bones to begin with?

Regardless, Lady Kath had given her agreement, and so she was off, heading first for the foyer of the Chateau and then out through the large, sturdy main gates. Into the fresh and cool night air outside.


Words of Wisdom, Moving Shadows.


Standing out in the middle of the night, gazing up at the three, waxing blue moons, Ashara smiled to herself. While she loved the Chateau and the Shadowtower Shrine, it had been oh-so-very-long since she had last been outdoors and stood beneath an open sky. Only in her very early youth had Lady Deka_Ribbon ever taken her out of the castle, to visit areas and places that the Supreme Being desired to draw inspiration from for her work on the, at the time, unfinished shrine and fox. Bittersweet memories of travelling with and observing her energetic creator mill to and fro as she made notes and comments, it brought a melancho0lic expression to the nine-tailed fox face. Her trip down memory lane was soon ended though, as the sound of Lady Kath's voice brought Ashara back to the present.

Indeed, the dragonoid librarian was as swift as she had said, having arrived not long after their initial seperation. She carried two books with her, thick and heavy-looking as always. In truth, Ashara never was much of a reader - not that her duties within the Chateau allowed her much time for such frivilous activities to begin with, but even when she was free, the beautiful woman prefered to spend her time either with the other shrine maidens, or visiting the gardens.

That aside, it seemed that her companion was a bit uneasy. In fact, she seemed rather unsure of herself and began to spout nonsense about bringing more books on how to fight fires, or asking their Lord to reconsider sending her. Granted, Lady Kath had a much more important role at the Chateau and a much greater respnsability than Ashara, the fox knew this, and the librarian was also more or less a sheltered princess who - at this point - was being forced inot a vast, unknown world. Thinking about it that way, Ashara could understand why her superior was feeling uneasy and nervous about this trek, but sitll... This was a direct assignment given by their one and only Sable Lord, a mission of great importance for all of the Chateau.

Ashara cast a gaze out over the mountain and that which lay below. The nighttime breeze making her almost radiant white hair and her equally white tails gently sway and move in the breeze.

"I cannot say I know our Lord's mind, Lady Kath." Ashara began, brushing a strand of hair from her own face. "But he chose you, out of all the possible Chapter Keepers, to go and see this task through. If I may offer my own thoughts, he could have chosen those better suited for battle to deal with violence, or those with cunning minds to concoct clever and devious plots. But he did not." She turned to look at Kath, a gentle smile and friendly expression on her face. "He chose you, Lady Kath. Because out of all the Chapter Keepers, you are the most knowledgeable of them all. I am certain he wished for you to make use of all that knowledge you have gained from your tomes in order to help secure the Chateau's future in this new, uncertain world." She paused, glancing at the three moons once more, before returning her gaze to Kath's own eyes.

"If there is a fire, I shall be the wind that puts it out. If there is a robber, I shall be your spear and strike them donw. If there is a vandal, I shall be your shield and keep you safe. This I swear and pledge to you, milady. As long as we travel this road together, until our task is done, I will use whatever skill and strength I have to keep you safe." Ashara promised earnestly.

And it was an honest promise, as Ashara did not lie - Deka_Ribbon had made it a point that liars and those who spoke falsehoods were the epitome of scum. Of course, Ashara would not make a promise like 'I'll protect you no matter what!' or "Nothing will happen to you while I'm around!' because, as it stood, she could not possibly guarantee such things. Even back in their old world, there were plenty of creatures who could best the fox in battle, but that didn't matter now, for her promise was to do whatever she could, to the best of her abiltities, to keep her superior and fellow Chateau-denizen safe.


Up a Mountain, Down a Mine.


The trek down the mountain was largely uneventful, to say the least. Apart from a few animals, including a particularly verbal mountain goat, there really wasn't much of note. A distinct lack of vegetation and wildlife made for a dull scenery, with only the occasional cave being worth any immediate note. Ashara's ears would periodically flit, twitch or bend, taking in the noises and sounds of their surroundings as they walked. Honestly though, even with the three moons not being full, the abundant moonlight made it quite easy to see. But she had promised Kath to do everything she could to keep the librarian safe, and that included using her ears. Had she been on her own,. she likely wouldn't have been quite so vigilant though.

Upon reaching the foot of the mountain however, Ashara stopped briefly, looking over at her ally and speaking.

"Please hold for a moment, milady. I should get changed." The fox stated.

Closing her eyes, the white hair on her head suddenly flushed with color, turning a deep, raven black color instead. The ears atop her head shrunk and shrunk and finally seemed to just disappear down into her head. Her tails seemed to just suddenly vanish, as if they had never been there to begin with - completely and utterly gone, as if someone used the 'ctrl+x'-command to simply cut them out of existence. Finally, when she opened her eyes again, they no longer had their amethyst, purple tint, but were now instaed a deep and dark brown, like that of freshly turned earth. To anyone looking at her now, Ashara would indeed look like nothing more than an incredibly attractive, far-eastern woman, though her attire stayed the same.

"There, I believe this eappearance should cause far less alarming to anyone we meet." She said with a pleased smile on her face. It wasn't often she had gotten to use her fully human-form back in the Chateau, as there was never really a need for it. Unfortunately, her brilliant idea didn't extend to remembering to also use her illusion-skills to help disguise Kath's appearance...

..

As they waited for sunrise, Ashara didn't say much. She looked around the area, surveilling the wildlife and enviroment, keeping watch and making sure all was clear and safe. When they had finally managed to circumvent the village and made their way onto the road, as per Lord Rodias instructions, they could finally see smoke rising from the chimneys back over at the settlement, and the sound of hammering and metal could soon be heard close thereafter. Nodding to Kath in a silent affirmation, the pair began to advance and would soon come upon the town proper, entering the boundaries of the little but lively mining-town.

Ashara internally made note that the overall feel and appearance of the town was... Lacking... It had an idyllic, rustic feel no doubt, but it lacked form and elegance. It was a very rugged and unpolished place, with equally rugged and unpolished people. Men with broad shoulders, wide backs and muscly arms, along with women - who sadly also had broad shoulders, wide backs and muscled arms - seemed to be the unfortunate majority populace of this place. Ashara let out a disappointed sigh, not at all appreciating this den of testosterone and sweat.

As they came upon a single, larger structure - having two whole floors to boast about - they were suddenly stopped. A man, who eyed them sternly and suspisciously, had appeared to block their path. From the way he stood and moved, Ashara could only assume he was some kind of spear or polearms-wielder as well, though it was difficult to say at what skill he was, given that he wasn't holding any weapon for her to make that judgement upon. He then spoke, blunt and without eloquence, rough and unfriendly - hardly a way to speak to two gorgeous ladies, much less so people you had never met before. The buffoon had not even given his name before asking them questions! Such lack of manners, truly, this was a backwater and dingy settlement.

Now, Lord Rodias had given instructions on how to handle themselves. They were to avoid answering questions about from where they hailed, and were to assume the role of Soldiers of Fortune. Fortunately, Ashara had thought ahead, and had withdrawn her spear from her inventory while they had descended the mountain - so at least she had a weapon, albeit slung on her back, with which to play the part of a travelling adventurer or sellsword.

"Fine greetings to you as well, Sir." Ashara said politely, giving a small bow and a calm, friendly face to show. "We would fall into the latter category I believe." She answered. Normally, Ashara would have stayed quiet and let her better, Kath, deal with this fellow - but as the Chapter Keeper had demojnstrated uncertainty and anxiety earlier, Ashara thought it best to at least handle this mundane and menial introduction for now. This would also allow for Kath to gather her wits, come up with something quite brilliant, and allow the Chapter Keeper to take over and ask all the right things later on as the conversation proceeded.
It's fine, I actually just thought it was Kath reading too much into Ashara's comment, so you don't really need to edit it if you don't want to... xD

Yeah, he's only been around for a few weeks now, but he seems like a rather crappy boss tbh. Not exactly making a lot of friends with his employees either... >_>
Oh well, I'll be on vacation for three weeks starting after tomorrow, so I'll be free from his tyranny for a while at least. :p
@Guess WhoOi, you! Ashara didn't insult Light's weight, she merely warned her that eating everything and anything that everyone else left behind might cause her to grow fat! D:

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