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Oh, go totally batshit crazy if you want to. xD
You do you. :p
As long as no one gets injured or the guards think you're a threat. xD
Then they might throw you out, haha.
Aye.
It's mostly Delta's character, I just step in for plot stuff, and if Delta gets overwhelmed further down the line. xD
Everton


The man was stunned. Shaken and shocked. He had seen death before, so had they all, but now he was the only one standing. This encounter had not proceeded like he had expected. He had expected to brag a little bit for this traveller before sending him on his way. Who knew that it was a daemon? It didn't leak like most of their kind did. And from the looks of things this one was quite the powerful one. He started considering his options before he was grabbed by the man and shook like a ragdoll.

He wanted to retort that how could he show the man where the map was if he could not make sounds. But he refrained from doing such and gritted his teeth. "It's over there, on that wall," he said and pointed towards a corner in the inn. As Zakhul turned to look the man quickly placed his hands over the daemon's and channeled magic into his hands. Magic that would cause excruciating pain in daemons. He then fled out the backdoor after being released, shouting.

"A DAEMONS IS LOOSE IN TOWN!"

Bradles Worth


Jono was quiet for a few moments before he spoke up, voice quivering of fear, rage and pain. "I do not know who they are, but I have my suspicions. They just left a note. Probably one of your friends!" He tried to push up against the hold, but it was less than futile and instead hurt him more. Jono started sobbing again and shivered for a few minutes before he spoke up again.

"The note read; I've taken your daughter as insurance that our orders are followed. We asked you so kindly last time, but you sadly refused our request. Since I was passing by here anyway, I took your daughter in exchange for your allegiance. Orders will follow in the coming days. Do as asked, and you'll get your daughter back. If not, I'll send back body part after body part until you agree." Jono sobbed and his voice broke multiple times when he read out the letter that his servant had read out to him before. "It was signed by a Gia...."

A quick look around and Mercie could quickly spot the letter and immediately recognize the handwriting as Gianna's, leaving no doubts in her mind who had written it.

Southern Jewel


π•―π–Šπ–†π–— 𝕻𝖔𝖝, 𝕴 𝖆𝖒 π–Žπ–“ π–“π–Šπ–Šπ–‰ 𝖔𝖋 π–žπ–”π–šπ–— π–˜π–Šπ–—π–›π–Žπ–ˆπ–Šπ–˜ π–™π–π–Žπ–˜ π–‰π–†π–ž. 𝕴 π–π–†π–›π–Š π–™π–π–Š π–π–”π–“π–”π–šπ–— 𝖔𝖋 π–—π–Šπ–•π–—π–Šπ–˜π–Šπ–“π–™π–Žπ–“π–Œ π–”π–šπ–— π–‰π–Šπ–†π–—π–Šπ–˜π–™ 𝕲𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉 π•Έπ–†π–—π–˜π–π–†π–‘ π–Žπ–“ π–™π–π–Žπ–˜ π–’π–†π–™π–™π–Šπ–—. π•³π–Š π–—π–Šπ––π–šπ–Šπ–˜π–™π–˜ 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 π–žπ–”π–š π–™π–Šπ–“π–‰ 𝖙𝖔 π–π–Žπ–˜ π–‰π–†π–šπ–Œπ–π–™π–Šπ–—, π•Έπ–†π–—π–žπ–›π–†π–‘π–Š 𝖆𝖓𝖉 π–π–Šπ–— π–—π–”π–žπ–†π–‘ π–π–Žπ–Œπ–π–“π–Šπ–˜π–˜ π•»π–—π–Žπ–“π–ˆπ–Šπ–˜π–˜ π•¬π–Ÿπ–žπ–’π–“, π–Žπ–“ π–™π–π–Š π–ˆπ–”π–’π–Žπ–“π–Œ π–Šπ–π–•π–Šπ–‰π–Žπ–™π–Žπ–”π–“. π•Ώπ–π–Š π•Άπ–Žπ–“π–Œ 𝖆𝖓𝖉 π–™π–π–Š π•»π–—π–Žπ–“π–ˆπ–Šπ–˜π–˜ π–π–†π–›π–Š π–†π–‘π–—π–Šπ–†π–‰π–ž π–‡π–Šπ–Šπ–“ π–Žπ–“π–‹π–”π–—π–’π–Šπ–‰ 𝖔𝖋 π–™π–π–Žπ–˜ π–™π–†π–˜π–. π•Ώπ–π–Š π–•π–†π–ž π–œπ–Žπ–‘π–‘ π–‡π–Š π–žπ–”π–šπ–— π–˜π–™π–†π–“π–‰π–†π–—π–‰ π–‹π–†π–—π–Š π–œπ–Žπ–™π– 𝖆 π–‹π–Šπ–œ π–†π–‰π–‰π–Žπ–™π–Žπ–”π–“π–˜ π–†π–˜ π–ˆπ–”π–’π–•π–Šπ–“π–˜π–†π–™π–Žπ–”π–“ 𝖋𝖔𝖗 π–˜π–šπ–ˆπ– 𝖆 π–π–Žπ–Œπ– π–˜π–™π–†π–™π–šπ–˜ 𝖏𝖔𝖇. π•»π–‘π–Šπ–†π–˜π–Š π–’π–†π–π–Š π–˜π–šπ–—π–Š 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 π–™π–π–Šπ–ž π–˜π–™π–†π–ž π–π–Šπ–†π–‘π–™π–π–ž 𝖆𝖓𝖉 π–†π–‘π–Žπ–›π–Š.

"It's signed by Lord Volt and has both his and your father's seal on it," Azymn said and turned towards Maryvale and nodded. "While I know of your reputation, dear Pox, I still request that you list your credentials and accomplishments and provides some form of proof as per protocol before being enlisted by the Royal Family."
<3
As for the rest, I'll get onto it today.
@Girlie1Bomba
Damn it. XD
You're tempting me so badly to mess with your character.....and I'm sooo giving into temptation. XD
Pretty much one of my first original characters which I got my screen name from :3
Didnt draw the image though, sadly. Just found it to be perfect at the time.
@bobert778
Yay we got player interactions. xD
Sorry for the late reply, I've had a pretty bad week.

As for player interactions, go ham. xD
Collab posts are quite welcome. And there is no need to wait for my replies unless interactions with the more important people are required.
Or just drag me into a PM convo or something if y'all need me or are wondering about something.
Bradles Worth


"I do indeed know who the marks are and where they are located. It's actually not too far away from here. I bribed a kind merchant to take us to their location. After that we are to link up into a slightly bigger one before splitting off with our prize." It was a simple plan that she had come up with. Least conspicuous at least. As expected her dearest sister wanted to do the execution herself. It was no big surprise really. "My orders are to be more of an observer than an actor. However I am yours to command." Gianna didn't give up much more than that. She tried to stay neutral in all of this. The matron suspects something and had sent her to observe her dearest sister. Despite that though she could feel her heartstrings pull slightly from seeing her past flame.

She chuckled softly. "Yes, we have plenty to talk about on the road. It's been a while since we last saw each other after all. And I see from the lack of ornaments that the madness have not yet claimed you." Gianna giggled and with a playful smile on her face she poked Mercie's skin gently under the collarbone. "If I were you I'd find someone to get a little mad with before you grow old and withered." She winked before turning around and started walking away with a wave of her hand. "Same spot tomorrow!"

Everton, border between The Barrows and Estorna


"Lost? 'Tis a weird place to be lost my friend. You're in the glorious town of Everton, the bulwark against the evil of the Barrows. We are what keeps the evil away from the southern lands. You're in the town of monster hunters! How can you not know this and just stumble in here?" The man shook his head and signed. "I guess knowledge isn't as wide spread as we hoped." The conversation had attracted quite a bit of attention in the smaller Inn. While the town was relatively small, and not too many people lived there, almost everyone was armed to the teeth. They made their living from hunting monsters and the undead that roamed the lands. It was a quite widespread fact and the bartender seemed honestly surprised that the man didn't know this.
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