Fantasy A Guild of Heroes: Song of Champions

[Prince_]

Natalie Arcanecrylhik
Interacting with Viska ( Archdemon ) and Sir Tybalt ( Pure Calcium ) -- Guild Courtyard

Natalie got wind of what was happening right away. "c'mon, don't say that. Pretty sure we'll need ya? You won't be slowing us down... Anyways, I can't do all the work. C'mon, you've got nothing to worry about. Well, anymore than you normally would have to worry about working here at the guild." Natalie, smiled while chuckling as she said that. She then got up, and offered her hand to Viska.

Then she saw Sir Tybalt come along, and say "Excuse me! I heard you were going to weaken an enemy! Are these enemies evil doers!? If so I would like to come along with you!" Natalie in turn replied with "Er, did you not get the guild seal message about the report? Anyways... yes, we're going to grab an artifact and get the hell out of there before the 'forces of darkness' can get them. Anyways, We should get going soon if we wish to make it there before the enemy."

 

[Pure Calcium]

|Name: Sir Tybalt|

|Location: The guild courtyard|

|Interacting with Viska ( Archdemon ) and Natalie ( Prince_ )|

The knight says in a much calmer voice than before. "Well....no" He pulls his broadsword from his sheathe as a sign of being ready, the metal glistening in the sunlight. "Well if you do need my help I am ready to leave at any time" He pauses for a moment before asking "What are your names?

 

[Prince_]

Natalie Arcanecrylhik -- interacting with Sir Tybalt ( Pure Calcium ) | Mentioned/nearby : Viska ( Archdemon ) -- Location: Guild Courtyard

"My name is Natalie. Natalie Arcanecrylhik. And right over here is Viska. Well, if you didn't get that guild message, it stated that 'forces of darkness' are out to capture some sort of artifact. And it's best if we Don't allow it to fall into their hands. So, I'm going around to assemble a small group, probably maximum of four people, and then we'll head out to the location marked on our holo maps."

Natalie pulled out her Guild Seal, and then activated the holomap, and pointed to the location marked. "We have ,according to this, 8 hours. So... You still willing to come with me even though you might get hurt?" She directed towards both Viska and Tybalt.

 

[Pure Calcium]

|Name: Sir Tybalt|

|Location: Guild courtyard|

|Interacting with Natalie ( Prince_ ) |

The knight introduces himself "I am Sir Tybalt the Honorable but that is just my honorary title, you may call me Tybalt" following up with "Of course I am willing to get hurt to stop these evil artifact hunters!" and finishing with "What exactly is this artifact we are looking for and who do you think will be fit to be our final group member? I would suggest someone that is a knight or someone like a knight because I cannot defend 2 magic users at a time. The knight does not ask for how much money he will be getting if the group is getting any at all, as far as he is concerned he will take only a small portion of it, just enough to buy food and water.

 

[Alteras]

[div class=EmilyFlex] [div class=EmilyImage][div class=EmilyImageInside][/div] [div class=EmilyTitle]Emily Chevalier[/div] [div class=EmilyMentions] Character Sheet
Location:
Guild of Heroes Reception Desk

Interactions:
Noble Scion Birdsie [/div][/div] [div class=EmilyContent]Emily regained some height as she tossed fireballs, blocking the Rays of Frost and unfreezing herself. Emily watched as they duck behind the desk. How troublesome. Well, unfortunately Bem still doesn't seem to be working as a team with Ellis. Ellis is... doing alright for what it is. His magic is passable, but that was probably his intention in the first place... If they don't come out from there, I'll just end the exam.

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[Fable]

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[/div][div class=flex][div class=text][div class=header]Veth[/div]
[div class=tags]Location: Near Ki'Tavi's room | Interaction: Ki'Tavi ( One Mean Ghost ) | Nearby/Mentioned: -[/div]
Veth titled her head to the side as he remarked that he didn't give 'two shits' about their rivalry. She had been taught by her mercenary company that rivals were always competing against each other, even sometimes directly challenging each other, which needed to be answered or the one who declined to accept would be seen as 'lesser.' She had tried to explain that it really didn't concern her, but they said her losing to a rival would make not just herself look bad, but the company as well. So, why was he saying he didn't care about the rivalry?

He statement about being sad should she not returned only confused her moreso. Why would a rival become sad over such a thing? As though he could read her questioning mind, he answered the 'why' by saying he enjoyed her company. Her brows furrowed slightly as he said he didn't care if he lost the bets, though because he hadn't lost one to her yet, perhaps he would only care when he did finally lose to her. As much as he said he just enjoyed the game, wasn't the point of it to win?

When he reached up to brush her hair aside, she automatically took a step back into the wall of the hallway to increase the distance between them. With hos arm blocking one direction, his body another, her retreat didn't actually let her move as far as she desired. She felt a fluttery feeling in her chest, but school her features to do her best to maintain her composure, though the cracks in her mask were still there.

"This one desires to survive and does not need your provocation of bets to try and lure her into making a promise to return. Unless you wish to enter into a true wager about the matter. If I return, you must wear a dress. If I don't return, well.. I can offer up some personal item of mine that interests you and shall even leave it here to ensure you obtain it should I perish."
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[One Mean Ghost]

Ki'Tavi

Location: Outside Kit's room >> Kit's room

Interacting with: Veth Fable

"Fine, I'll accept your wager. As for the item you'll leave behind, I'll leave that up to your discretion. I trust you not to pick something unworthy of the wager." He mused, still staying so close to her as he watched her intently.

"But you'd better come back, especially if you plan on making me pay for the dress I have to wear" He smirked playfully at her. At long last, he let down his arm, so she could leave whenever she desired. "Just be sure to come back." He leaned in a little closer, placing a kiss on her forehead before he turned back towards his room. "Be careful out there, and make sure to always watch your back" He advised, giving her one last smile before he walked into his room, though leaving the door open should she chose to continue the conversation.

If he had to guess though, she'd go on her mission now, too distracted to realize what he'd done. Then again, that was the point. She never would have accepted it if he didn't surprise her...

 

[LostHaven]

Auriel -- Guild Courtyard -- Interacting with Natalie (Prince_Wolf), Viska ( Archdemon ), Tybalt ( Pure Calcium )​

'Crash'

One golem fell. Then, Auriel turned and kicked the second off its feet, before thrusting her steel blade through its chest. The third and final golem raised its blade, bringing it down at the dark knight. Auriel rolled to her left, before she dashed at it, kicking its feet, swiping the construct to the ground. Then, she brandished Durandal, fully sheathed, and bashed its head in with the metal sheath. Sighing, Auriel retrieved her blade from the second golem's chest.

The courtyard seemed a little more interesting than the training yard. Auriel spotted a lizard-thing, a white-haired female and a man she'd never seen, covered in armor. Were they planning on taking that mission the guild seal had broadcast out? Approaching them, Auriel overheard their conversation, confirming her thoughts. "And how will you defend yourself if a magic-caster threw a thunder spell at you? You're head to toe in metal, use your head." She muttered quietly, directed toward the knight.

Gazing at the group, Auriel sighed to herself. "Then when will we depart?" She asked, surveying the other members. The white-haired woman was likely a gunmage, Auriel concluded. The lizard thing? Auriel had decided that she was probably a light mage. "Are you confident that four people are sufficient for this mission?" They were retrieving an artifact, possibly unfathomable powerful. Especially if a death knight was after it. Auriel shuddered at the thought of how powerful such an artifact would be. Then, she shuddered at the thought of leaving such an artifact to that eccentric vault-keeper.

 

[Pure Calcium]

|Name: Sir Tybalt|

|Location: Guild courtyard|

|Interacting with Auriel ( LostHaven )|

The knight glares at Auriel through the darkness of his helm, inspecting the way she looks at him and my glare softens into just a regular look, knowing she had good intentions. "We all have our weaknesses" The knight pauses for a moment. "Don't we?" He turns towards Auriel, his long navy blue cape fluttering through the wind slightly and his armor pieces clanking together. "If I may ask what is your name?"

 

[Reinhardt]

Ragna
Location: Ragna's Workshop
Interactions: LostHaven

As Faust fell from the sky and crashed on the ground, Ragna simply stood and watched. But the loud thud of Faust's unfortunate landing had alerted one of Ragna's stationed homoncu-maids, Natalie, who rushed to his side, armed and ready.

"Intruder, Master Ragna.", the maid said, her hand tightly gripping her blade, ready to pounce at Faust at any given moment, as the eccentric lich stood and addressed Ragna.

"Pff...", Ragna broke into a loud laughter. "Hahahaha!"

After a few seconds he stopped laughing, and tapped the shoulder of the homoncu-maid. "This is no intruder, Natalie - this person is our guest! Now go and prepare something for us to feast upon."

The maid sheathed her sword, and nodded. "It shall be done, Master.", she said before leaving.

Finally alone with Faust, Ragna returned his attention back to him. "I am indeed, the one and only Ragna.", he said. "You think I'm no man? I get that a lot."

Ragna chuckled softly.

"This is merely a body used to contain me!", he pointed to himself. "If you truly have read my book, then you would have known that. Er, wait. That info might be on my second, unpublished book. Hmm. I might have forgotten which is which."

Ragna's mind wandered of in thought for a few moments, until he realized that Faust was still there.

"Ah, yes!", he exclaimed. "You are still here, bony man. Why are you here? Business perhaps?"

 

[Prince_]

Natalie Arcanecryhik -- Interacting with Auriel ( LostHaven ) Viska ( Archdemon ) and Tybalt ( Pure Calcium ) | Location: Guild Courtyard

Natalie hadn't noticed Auriel hearing their conversation. "Well..." Natalie stopped dead in the middle of her sentence. Her eye's abruptly changed from their yellow hue to red. She then said in a different voice, one that was older than what would be expected. "Hey, names D'izzour? Yeah, see the thing is Natalie isn't the only one running this show. Anyways, 'Auriel the impure'" She said mockingly. "The guild seal said, under recommended course of action, for a small and mobile force. So Natalie thought it would be good to have four people. Just a small, number she thought of. Back to you." Natalie blinked for a moment. She then said "I-I'm... sorry about that... that was... my 'roomate.' She can be a bit rude at times..." Natalie started to check the ammo in her revolvers, and when she saw she was full, she then said. "So... you tagging along? Because we're burning daylight."

 

[LostHaven]

Faust Windfallow - Ragna's Workshop -- Interacting with Ragna ( Reinhardt )​

"Do intruders always fall out of the sky?" Faust asked sarcastically, directed towards the maid. From what Faust remembered from that book Faust had found in the guild library, those maids were supposedly homunculi. "Seriously, stabbing me with a katana is like hitting a wall with a stick. It doesn't do jackshit." Thankfully, however, Ragna seemed to be ever slightly wiser than his creations, recognizing that intruders definitely do not randomly fall out the sky and break half their bones in the process. Before things could've gotten messy, Ragna had called off his homuncu-maid, and Faust was spared the oh so cruel fate of experiencing the predicament of being sliced up into bits, ground into bone-flour, and made into bread.

Then, he heard the name 'Natalie.' "And of course it had to have white hair of all colors..." Faust complained, returning his gaze back to Ragna. 'Bony man?' Another new nickname, alongside 'Frost', 'Fraun', and 'Skeleton'. "Oh, I must be lucky today. Four new names in one day." Faust thought to himself. "What would I be here for except for business with the great mage-scientist?" Faust responded. "I've got two requests. Jobs. Favors? Whatever the fuck you call them. You will be more than intrigued to hear of what I am offering as payment. It's illegal as fuck though, so I prefer talking this out inside."

 

[LostHaven]

Auriel -- Courtyard -- Interacting with Natalie ( Prince_ ), Tybalt ( Pure Calcium ), Viska ( Archdemon )​

Auriel stared back at the knight for a moment- she could feel a cold glare placed on her. However, that glare would soon disappear, before the knight asked for her name. "Of course. I-"

Her introduction was cut off, however, as Natalie decided to cut her off, introducing herself as D'Izzor, and then introducing Auriel for her. However, much to Auriel's dismay, D'Izzor decided to add in the extra 'The Impure' part of her name. Goddamn those humans and their stupid tendencies to give people titles. Auriel's attempt at masking her irritation was only betrayed by her spiteful glare, glaring daggers at Natalie. Her irritation, however, had subsided just as swiftly as it had appeared.

"It is as the banshee says. My name is Auriel. Do ignore 'The Impure' part. Humans have a habit of conceptualizing the rudest nicknames." Soon after, D'Izzor decided to hand the girl, Natalie, her own body back. However, it was clearly evident that despite Natalie's poor excuse of an apology, Auriel was still annoyed. "I see. I also see that the two of you were incompetent enough to become that joke of a vault-keeper's punching bag."

Letting out a deep sigh, Auriel attempted calmed herself once more. "I do believe that the use of the pronoun 'we' suggests that I too, will depart for this mission. Am I wrong in thinking that? Alternatively, is one of the two of us incapable of comprehending the common language?"

 

[Kylesar1]

Annette "Braveheart" Stansfield
Infirmary​

Annette walked into the Infirmary with the wounded and her crew placed them all on the cots to be healed up and fed. A bit less to worry about while she goes and restocks. "Lay and rest. I'll report your presence to the medics." She saw someone lying on the bed and walked over to him. "Hello. If you don't know me, I am Annette Stansfield, a pirate who's been out on a mission for the past month. What mission did you come from that put you here in the infirmary? What's changed on land since I left 1 month ago?"
Axel The Englishman

 

[Reinhardt]

Ragna
Location: Ragna's Workshop
Interactions: LostHaven

Ragna's eyebrows were slightly raised. "Oho?", he said. "How intriguing. It is indeed much better to talk inside."

Ragna escorted Faust inside the premises of his gigantic workshop, that apparently no one, other than Faust and Cyrus has discovered so far. Once inside, Ragna closed the door by flicking a switch, which led to other machinations to work their way in sealing and shutting the door close. There, they were welcomed by a fairly large hall.

On the walls were various decorations, such as weird paintings, banners, and even some old works of Ragna framed and presented like a masterpiece. There were also different statues and busts scattered around. Three homoncu-maids roamed about the area, presumably cleaning various sections of the area. Ragna walked towards a nearby bench, and gestured Faust to sit down beside him.

"Before we do any business, do you mind telling me your name, bony man?", he said. "I find it difficult to make transactions with a nameless client."

Shortly after that, a homoncu-maid approached them - it was the one earlier, Natalie. She went to Ragna's side, and gently bowed before speaking. "Master Ragna, what shall I prepare for your guest?"

"Ah, yes.", he nodded. "What do you eat? I assume you'd have something you prefer to fill that bony stomach of yours?"

 

[Noble Scion]

Bem the Apianian - Reception - Birdsie Alteras

Spoiler: Appearance

"Shut up, child, and let me think." Was all Bem seethed to him as she tried to think up a plan while ignoring the pains of her wounds. "I am inefficient at dealing with ranged opponents, I can serve as a distraction, but you must dealt the damage." was all she growled as her one free hand that wasn't either pressing against the blood or gripping tightly to her spear, stretched out and started collecting the small leftovers of the desk. Her thoughts turned to her scarf, the one that had been passed on over many generations.
She hadn't needed to take it off to deal with wounds in quite a while, and although it had been cleaned many times, some of the stains of those she had been trying to keep alive still had left darker patches on it. It was the first time in her life she had needed to press it against her own wounds in a dangerous environment.
"Listen, Ellis. You are mad, yes, but take it out on the enemy, not me. We are fighting together, therefore we are family, for the moment. I will take care of you, but you will have to take care of me in-turn. Does that sound fair? I apologise for fleeing but I needed to deal with the injuries, I would be much less effective if I were lying on the ground from blood-loss. I believe that, together, we can win against this arcanist if we use the right strategy. I am going to run out and start throwing things, It's too risky to get close for me, logical? Yes. You stay here, but keep an eye out on her. These are her things, she will probably be upset that I am throwing them at her. Hit her with everything, I am sorry." Bem said in short, strained sentences before composing herself and fleeing perpendicular to Emily, trying to keep as much distance between herself and the enemy in the hopes that she would be capable of dodging the arrows that were most likely coming her way.

"Bloody mage can fire more arrows in a second than two archers could fire in a minute" was the bitter words that lingered in her mind as she released a loud and surprisingly powerful battle cry as she tossed the contents of the desk at the floating elf while attempting to apply as much pressure to the wounds without the scarf slipping​

 

[Pure Calcium]

|Name: Sir Tybalt the Bold|

|Location: Guild courtyard|

|Interacting with Viska ( Archdemon ) Auriel ( LostHaven ) Natalie ( Prince_ )|

The knight introduces himself to Auriel. "My name is Sir Tybalt the Honorable, of course that is just my honorary title and you may call me Tybalt" The knight follows up with talking to all of his new group. "I am ready when you all are".

 

[Fable]

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[/div][div class=flex][div class=text][div class=header]Veth[/div]
[div class=tags]Location: Near Ki'Tavi's room > Veth's Room > Guild Stables | Interaction: Ki'Tavi ( One Mean Ghost ) Holo-Cyrus ( Birdsie ) | Nearby/Mentioned: -[/div]
Inwardly Veth was pleased he had accepted their wager. She knew the duplicate and even original Cyrus had warned her to not enter into bets she couldn't win, and perhaps this one had the risk of her losing, but she nodded her agreement anyway. She figured that giving him something of monetary value would suffice for the item he would get should she not return. She'd simply leave the fiddle in his care for now, she didn't need to bring it on her mission as it wasn't a useful tool for such things. It also was something that was worth some gold so Ki'Tavi would be able to sell it should she fail her mission.

She was still uncomfortable with the closeness of his person, but she refused to back down further. Just as he finally let his arm down and before she had a chance to leave, Ki'Tavi leaned in closer and kissed her forehead. She jerked back, nearly knocking the back of her skull into the wall in shock, her cheeks burning and her eyes reading with some offense at the intimate gesture. She didn't need his words telling her to come back and to be careful and watch her back. She'd been a mercenary for three years now and had learned quickly what was needed to survive the world outside her homeland.

She narrowed her eyes at him, but said nothing as she turned and left to return to her own room. Once she stepped into the privacy of her own quarters, she frowned and touched her forehead. "Foolishness," she commented to herself over her reaction to the act. She shook her head, she needed to focus on her task and mission.

Veth packed the items she was taking with her, some would have to go into her saddlebag on her mount as she was not walking to her destination. She picked up her fiddle and gazed at it for a moment before setting it down on her bed. She walked to the small desk and scribbled a quick note, stating that if she did not return it was gifted to Ki'Tavi per their agreement. She signed her name, folded the paper and used a wax seal before writing his name on the outside of the note, tucking it in-between the strings of the fiddle and leaving it on her bed.

She grabbed her weapons and pack and made her way to the stables, got her horse equipped with the necessary items and then pulled out the guild seal to summon the Cyrus who resided within it. "This one is ready, where is she going and what is this mission?"[/div][/div][/div]

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[Archdemon]

Viska
Location: Guild Courtyard
Action: Doubting one's abilities in an important mission

Viska blocked the noise everyone was making as she focused internally on her own despair and uselessness. What could she do on such an important mission? She is nothing compared to all of the big names out there, a small Kobold who isn't even great at magic. If she was even remotely serious on the day of Xhorhas she would've been much more effective than just some bumbling idiot who thinks kindness can save the day. Peace and Pascifism can only take you so far in life, maybe it was time to grow up and start taking lives...

Soon Viska was brought back to full attention when someone said they were ready. She looked around and saw two new people, Tybalt and Auriel.

"Sorry if I wasn't paying too much attention.... I don't think I'm cut out for helping you.... I would only get in the way..."

Pure Calcium LostHaven Prince_

 

[Birdsie]

Holo-Cyrus | Near Ki'Tavi's Room | Fable

"I'd like to investigate an event in the plane of Feywild," he said, perhaps shocking her, or at least surprising. "Something has gone amiss with king Oberon, and I have reasons to believe dark forces are in the middle of this."

The Feywild. A myth according to some, a wonder according to many others. The realm of fairies, where the ancestors of elves have supposedly come from. Not many get to travel between planes on a usual basis, for the borders are strong and only a few mages have either the power to heave up the tapestry between planes or the knowledge to find an active portal.

"The only way to know is to go there and ask. I am friends with Oberon, he will surely recognize me, even despite..." -- The Holo-Cyrus looked down at his holographic image, particularly his beard. -- "... the fact that I'm far from my prime years."

He looked at Veth. "You are the only one I trust enough to act as my agent there. Not to mention: you're an elf, so you'll surely fit in!" He shot her a grin, one of excitement and untempered joy that would make her assume the 'adventurer spirit' from hundreds of years ago has never left Cyrus.

"Also, before we set out, Veth, I'd like to ask you to run a little errand for me." Cyrus paused awkwardly, his eyes stuck in deep thought. It was like a last-moment analysis, asking himself: 'am I sure I want to do this?'

In the end, it seems the answer was yes, as he finished: "I need you to go to my study and retrieve a spellbook. I wrote all my knowledge of the arcane and of spellwork in there, including how to summon the Silver Dragon of Tirisgarde. Unfortunately, the only person that will be able to make use of it is Elsimore Bellathriel. It's the boy I've yelled at a week ago before Xhorhas happened. I feel disdain for the way he treats his gifts, but he's the only one who'll be able to apply my notes at their full potential."

"I titled it the Essence of Blue and Silver. Retrieve it and give it to Elsimore, then explain what I've told you." The hologram flickered out of existence. "After that, set out west and let me know when we reach the Great Forest. I'll guide you through it safely."

Ellis | Fort Black, Reception | Alteras Noble Scion

Ellis nodded to Bem. He was angry, but not enough to shun his duties. He had just promised to act heroic, to stand up for this ideal of a 'better-self' that Drui said was inside of him. "Fine," he barked. "Also, pretty sure I'm older than you."

Resources at hand, Ellis took a moment to analyze his situation. Frost Rune, Guild Seal? An idea popped into his mind.

When Bem began to throw things at Emily, he knew they would both be preoccupied. He clutched the Guild Seal. A second time he'd use it in a fight today, a second time it'd bring him victory. It was almost poetic, and it made him value the item as more than just a membership card.

The Seal flared as Ellis teleported from the Reception to... the Reception. He warped behind Emily while she was busy shielding or dodging Bem's thrown items. He clutched the Frost Rune in his other hand and threw it at the arcanist's back. Maybe not honorable, but honor doesn't matter when you win.

To follow it up and allow no respite, he quickly put the Seal into his pocket and fired away a salvo. "Ray of Frost," he chanted, as thin beams of ice released from his fingers with the intent of hitting Emily's back.

 

[Alteras]

[div class=EmilyFlex] [div class=EmilyImage][div class=EmilyImageInside][/div] [div class=EmilyTitle]Emily Chevalier[/div] [div class=EmilyMentions] Character Sheet
Location:
Guild of Heroes Reception Desk

Interactions:
Noble Scion Birdsie [/div][/div] [div class=EmilyContent]"十一到十五，開—" Just as Emily was about to fire the rest of her volleys, she realized that the objects being thrown were her stuff. "AHHHH!!!! Suspend reality and entangle the lines! Marionette's Domain!" Immediately her precious mana potions, books, texts, gossip journals, earrings and paraphernalia were suspended in the air like they were strung up by strings attached to the ceiling. In fact, anything that entered the area between Emily and her desk was immediately suspended.

Before she could even breathe out a sigh of relief, the teleportation circle behind her activated. It'll be fine, anyone smart enough will know to run as fast as possible. And if its Wobb, he can take a few hits. Wait... WHAT THE?!?!Her entire back froze up, sending chills up her spine, and paralyzing half her body. Emily turned herself only to see the spell hit her dead on to the side. "Ugh! 開炮！！！" In a haste to recover from the sudden sneak attack, Emily fired all her magic circles, regardless of where they faced. Because of her half turn, they ended up firing without any specific direction, but in a haphazard attack in random places.

Hahahah!!! Well played Ellis. Applicants would never have the guild seal, so this wouldn't even be possible of a move for them. And good cooperation between the two! I'll hand it to them. [/div][/div] [class=EmilyFlex] width: 100%; max-width: 1000px; margin: 0 auto; justify-content: center; align-items: stretch; display: flex; flex-flow: row wrap; box-sizing: border-box; [/class] [class=EmilyImage] position: relative; width: 300px; max-width: 100%; min-height: 300px; background-image: url('https://orig00.deviantart.net/f69c/f/2013/081/9/3/da_brocade_custom_box_background_by_gasara-d5ag4ls.gif'); background-color: rgb(218, 212, 218); background-blend-mode: multiply; background-repeat: no-repeat; margin: 5px; [/class] [class=EmilyImageInside] position: absolute; top:0; bottom: 0; left: 0; right: 0; background-image: url('https://www.rpnation.com/media/3822838135964a2c83e4ec0027-1499767526_waifu2x_art_noise3_tta_1-png.36357/full'); background-size: 120%; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: center 0%; [/class] [class=EmilyTitle] position: absolute; bottom: 0; height: auto; width: 100%; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; text-align: center; font-size: 45px; font-family: 'Cormorant Upright'; color: #e73359; background-color: rgba(218, 212, 218, .5); [/class] [class=EmilyMentions] position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; top:0; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: 'Philosopher'; color: #e5e5dd; opacity: 0; background-color: rgba( 0,0,0,0.65); transition: opacity .5s; [/class] [class name=EmilyMentions state=hover] opacity: 1; [/class] [class=EmilyContent] position: relative; min-width: 200px; flex: 1; height: auto; padding: 0px 15px; margin: 5px; font-family: 'Philosopher'; [/class]

 

[Noble Scion]

Bem the Apianian - Reception - Birdsie Alteras

Spoiler: Appearance

Bem watched in awe as her attempt of a distraction seemed to have proven effective, her ally suddenly seemed to shift through one of the nine hells to appear behind their adversary and hit her with one of his strange light-beams, except this one seemed to expand in all directions, rather than straight from the hand like before, but before the thought had left her mind, Ellis had used that normal one again as well, for good measure. The suddenly firing of the arrows seemed wildly inaccurate and didn't land very close to Bem, which she was glad of. She mad a mental note that performing the demonic rituals the humans liked to use for their mystical powers appeared to require concentration, meaning surprise would most likely prove successful in the future, just as it had today, against mages.

"Does this mean we are done? I had expected more of a.. Physical challenge... I don't feel like I got to demonstrate my skill, having to rely on a demon-lover so much.." the apiana called out, sprinting in a circle around, wedging herself next to Ellis to protect him from any retaliating attacks. "I... Apologise for the unorthodox tactic of throwing your things.." she said sombrely after a moment, thinking it only appropriate given the rather dirty move. She only hoped the receptionist appreciated the idea, rather than punished her for performing such an action.​

 

[Pure Calcium]

|Name: Sir Tybalt|

|Location: Guild courtyard|

|Interacting with Viska ( Archdemon )|

The knight looks at the small Kobold with a soft and relaxed look. "You are only going to be supporting us, besides I will protect you, we wont strain you too much." The knight follows up with 'If you want to stay here it is completely fine and if we get money from this I will give you half of my cut"

 

[Birdsie]

Ellis | Fort Black, Reception | Alteras Noble Scion

Ellis saw the arrows firing. He raised his arm in a waving movement, trying to release a shield of spellfire, but...

The meridians shut down like an overheated computer. His soul couldn't provide mana anymore, too strained to do anything, so it began sending impulses into the body and mind. Painful backfires, to make the user stop forcing the soul to twist itself. It rebelled against him momentarily.

Ellis felt an intangible hand grasp at his heart tightly, like a demon crushing a skull. Each beat of his heart, every time that it pumped blood into his arteries hurt with a cold sensation following the pain. He felt a dull headache as if a sledgehammer hit him in the back of the head. A slim streak of blood ran down from his nose. He felt the taste of iron in his mouth as blood flowed in.

He rubbed his fingers under his nose and upper lip, wiping the blood off.

"Stop calling me a demon-lover," he demanded from Bem, barely veiling burning hatred behind a screen of false civility. He clenched his fists and grit his teeth, feeling that if he hears the word uttered once more, he'd sock Bem in the face for it.

 

[Alteras]

[div class=EmilyFlex] [div class=EmilyImage][div class=EmilyImageInside][/div] [div class=EmilyTitle]Emily Chevalier[/div] [div class=EmilyMentions] Character Sheet
Location:
Guild of Heroes Reception Desk > Library

Interactions:
Noble Scion Birdsie [/div][/div] [div class=EmilyContent]Emily slowly floated down, while casting magic undoing the damage to herself, and placing back her items to her desk. She then turned to the duo while casting some more magic. A large magic circle appeared above the entire reception, and green and golden particles floated down, healing all wounds and making the pain disappear as if it wasn't ever there. Emily grabbed the top of both of their heads. "That's enough, both of you. If the two of you continue to deny magic, then I'll completely beat it into you." Emily slowly let go of their heads, took a few steps back, and assumed her usual indifferent expression.

"Bem, your Combat Exam has been completed, and you are accepted into the Guild of Heroes. You will be of the Apprentice Rank. There are a few areas you should work on, communication, cooperation, and accepting magic, however you have shown skill to rival an Imperial Guard. Here is your guild seal." Emily opened her palm upwards, and a guild seal appeared out of the air. "Ellis, good work on your support. Your magic as well as trickery contributed to the team victory. However, do not get conceited. Your control over magic, as well as your repertoire of spells, is too small. Pick up a Grimoire or change out that sword for an Adamantite dagger and improve on your magic." Emily paused for a moment to think for a bit. "Instead of that, here, follow me to the Library. Bem, you're more or less free to do whatever you want now. Just make sure you show your face to Risa."

Without waiting for Ellis's response, Emily started walking to the library, scooping up two mana potions from her desk. She tossed one to Ellis before chugging the other. [/div][/div] [class=EmilyFlex] width: 100%; max-width: 1000px; margin: 0 auto; justify-content: center; align-items: stretch; display: flex; flex-flow: row wrap; box-sizing: border-box; [/class] [class=EmilyImage] position: relative; width: 300px; max-width: 100%; min-height: 300px; background-image: url('https://orig00.deviantart.net/f69c/f/2013/081/9/3/da_brocade_custom_box_background_by_gasara-d5ag4ls.gif'); background-color: rgb(218, 212, 218); background-blend-mode: multiply; background-repeat: no-repeat; margin: 5px; [/class] [class=EmilyImageInside] position: absolute; top:0; bottom: 0; left: 0; right: 0; background-image: url('https://www.rpnation.com/media/3822838135964a2c83e4ec0027-1499767526_waifu2x_art_noise3_tta_1-png.36357/full'); background-size: 120%; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: center 0%; [/class] [class=EmilyTitle] position: absolute; bottom: 0; height: auto; width: 100%; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; text-align: center; font-size: 45px; font-family: 'Cormorant Upright'; color: #e73359; background-color: rgba(218, 212, 218, .5); [/class] [class=EmilyMentions] position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; top:0; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: 'Philosopher'; color: #e5e5dd; opacity: 0; background-color: rgba( 0,0,0,0.65); transition: opacity .5s; [/class] [class name=EmilyMentions state=hover] opacity: 1; [/class] [class=EmilyContent] position: relative; min-width: 200px; flex: 1; height: auto; padding: 0px 15px; margin: 5px; font-family: 'Philosopher'; [/class]