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TayMaiTer

An extrovert reader that writes away reality.
GM: TayMaiTer TayMaiTer Co-GM: Tetro Tetro
In a medieval village, there is a group of people that will change their town's future...

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The kingdom has vast geography. From polar ice caps to burning deserts. Rainforests to mountains. Scattered throughout the land are many villages, each adapting to their climate and surroundings. Artisans, merchants, and traders, people flock from place to place. While there are villages, there are also cities. Cities with giant stone walls and a Lord ruling over it and the surrounding area. These cities are filled with good, happy people. Crops and livestock are plenty, there haven't been attacks from the wild magic beasts that roam the land. It has been a land of prosperity.

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But then, a certain noble got it into his head that he would make a better ruler. So, he gathered an army. Warriors, magic users, filthy beasts. Somehow made them fight under one banner. And he attacked the capitol.
The land's prosperity faltered as people were attacked. Villages were burned, whole families butchered. Dark times fell over the kingdom.
Once the arrogant noble had won the brutal and bloody fight, he declared himself king over the land and did something no one would expect.
He made all forms of magic outlawed. And anyone accused of practicing magic was to be completely annihilated. Beheading, dismemberment, then burning. Nothing left. Those that managed to escape the butcher blocks were sent to slave camps.

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See, magic was a common thing in the land. Most people had some form of magic, though it was usually small powers. Encouraging plants to grow, bringing rain, speaking to animals. Few people had powerful, uncontrolled magic that never watered down through bloodlines. Water, fire, earth, air...
Magic was a part of everyday life.

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But when the king outlawed magic, claiming it was an affront to the gods, everything changed. Blood ran in the streets as powerful seers and healers were murdered. No one was spared. Not even children. The air was clogged with the smoke of burning bodies. Libraries containing invaluable knowledge were burned to the ground. People who couldn't even perform magic, but were hybrids, or other magic creatures, were slaughtered.

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It was a horrible time. Illnesses and diseases that once could have been easily cured by a gifted healer, now kill people without pause. And at the head of it all, making all the decisions, was the king. A middle-aged man with one heir to the throne. A man that ruled from a stone throne in the capital of the kingdom, located near the sea. This is the tyrant of a king that rules today.

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Now, people struggle to survive. Taxes are unbearable, and anyone who can't pay is sent to slave camps. Guards do and take as they please. Villages and cities that were once filled with clean streets and smiling faces are now overrun by beggars and filth.
But there is a village, surrounded and hidden by misty mountains, with a single road leading in and out of the valley. The people of the village fear the mountains and surrounding forests, the creatures that live unchecked within.

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In this village resides a group of people. Everyday folk that had lived their lives and still continue to do so. The village doesn't receive much news. Only the stories that follow the occasional trader and merchant. Wild stories of dragons and war. Entertainment, but not news.
One piece of news that is spreading, and spreading like wildfire, is news of a rebellion. A group of people who have grown tired living under the king's thumb. This rebellion wants to throw the king off his throne and restore the peace and prosperity that had come before.
And rumor has it that the rebellion is located in the mountain village...

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The king, deciding to crush this "rebellion" once and for all, attacks the village. No one is allowed to escape. All the occupants, men, women, children, elders, must be either enslaved or killed. Farms are burned, buildings destroyed, and pillaged. Every belonging is either smashed or taken
The army came in the dead of night, setting fire to their farms and homes while they slept. People woke to smoke and flames, their entire life burning around them. People burned in their beds or were slaughtered in the streets. And the king sent the order to commit this crime with a smile. Saying, "No one shall rebel."

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But a group of villagers, each from different backgrounds and occupations, managed to flee. They ran into the mountains, not realizing they were a group until meeting each other in hiding.
Where do they go now? Do they search out this elusive rebellion and join it, fighting to tear the king from hid throne? Or do they enlist into the king's army to escape punishment? Or, maybe, live on the run?
They have nowhere to go. No village or city will harbor them, for fear of the same consequence their home received.

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What do they do now?

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Elentiya (Elie) Locke
Apothecarist - Human| Location: Forest - Village | Interactions: Open
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Elentiya finished gathering the last wild medicinal herb from the forest. She has been up since before dawn, gathering needed herbs. She careully places the bundle into her satchel and begins working her way back towards town.

The sun greets her warmly as she exits the forest. The crisp air playfully nipped her cheeks. She adjusts the satchel, a small smile on her face. As she walks through town, a few people smile and wave at her, asking her if it would be okay to stop by today. She gives them all smiles before hurrying back toward her apothecary. She had a lot to do.

She weaves through the morning crowd, her red hair sparkling like a blood ruby in the morning light, her emerald eyes shining. Stopping by the market on her way, she picks up a loaf of fresh bread from the bakery and a couple apples from the farmer. Last apples of the season.

Ever since the king outlawed magic, she has had to fight soldiers and guards over the right to keep her shop. Some people believe that her using herbs to make medicines is a form of witchcraft. But on the other hand, her medicines have saved lives. Apothecaries always danced that fine line between science and magic. Though, back when magic was free, gifted healers sometimes enchanted medicines to help the healing process.

Tucking her bread and apples into her satchel, she unlocks the door and enters through the back door of her shop. Quickly and efficently, she ties a plain apron over her dress, putting the collected bundle of herbs into their proper jars, makes sure the counter is clean, and hangs her satchel on a hook on the wall. Finally, she unlocks the front door to the shop. Whenever someone enters, it will ring the bell above the door, so she will be aware. With that finished, Elentiya turns and begins working.
 
Ulrich Deveraux
Location: Outskirts of the Village/Village ~ Interactions:
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Ulrich sighed as he sat near his small table setup, one he had made out of a tree trunk near the base of his camp. "Man...what was it?! What do I need?" Ulrich spoke to himself, flipping through his notebook, pages upon pages scribbled with illustrations, diagrams, and notes, all adding up the great mind of a alchemist. As usual, he was working on something that could be dangerous, numerous ingredients, vials, and natural items being littered across the large trunk. He had made a multitude of bizarre things in the past: literal explosives, smoke bombs, potions that could make him breathe underwater, even oils to advance weaponry. However, what was on his mind today could not be figured out by any "normal" individual.

Too caught up in his quick retracing of information, a few of the oils and acids he had mixed fell off the tree trunk. Ulrich paused, sniffing the air for a second, before looking down with a gasp. "God damn!" He yelled, the sound echoing off of the surrounding trees, birds fluttering off at the sound of his displeasure. The mixture seemed to be doing it's job...it was eating away at the ground, a hole being eroded downward. "Ah...a corrosive." Ulrich chuckled, tapping his pen on his jaw before beginning to write again. "Maybe that's what I'll make more of...now what was in that again?" He ran over what was in the nefarious combination, before groaning when he noticed he ran out of a particular component. "Why...why does an acid based mix need a damn herb?! By the gods."

Ulrich stood, knowing he would have to travel into the village after all. He made it his business to stay a bit isolated from the village, simply observing most of the time. But, for once, he needed something from this village. His light metal armour shined in the warm sunlight, the cool breeze brushing through his white hair. The village was wonderful at this time of day, most of the inhabitants out and about to start off their day. None of what he saw so far seemed useful, that is, until he came upon a apothecary. "A healer?" Ulrich mumbled, slightly confused. He had worked with apothecaries in the past, these people being the greatest healers mankind had ever seen...until most of them were wiped out by the king.

The door opened with the rang of a bell, Ulrich's pale eyes scanning the room he had stepped into. It was quiet, but a sense of peace filled the room. The shop was empty, albeit for a red-headed female who stood behind the desk. The tall alchemist strolled inward, moving closer to the counter, his eyes darting between the many medicines, herbs, roots, and more that were held in different jars. "Mornin' miss." Ulrich said with a cheery tone, a small smile spreading across his features. Ulrich held his notebook in hand, scribbling images of the herbs in the jars, an intrigued look on his face. "What was it that I needed...." Ulrich whispered, not wanting to waste the time of the apothecarist, especially due to the fact he would be using a herb for an acid.
 
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The pain got worse every hour. During the last battle, Krom was hit by a crossbow bolt near his ribs. His armor prevented a penetration, but he was sure from feeling it that his rib was fractured. Racing across the countryside to get as far away from the army as possible, he didn't tend to the wound. His horse galloping at full speed. Krom grit his teeth, having learned in the army not to yell out in pain when you were hurt - the demoralized your brothers in arms.

The sight of an approaching village brought a smile to Krom's face. He was still in uniform, and unsure of this village's alignment - rebel or royal. He stripped off the red cloak that marked him as an officer in the royal army, throwing it into a field of wheat. Darting through town, Krom's black horse barely missed market stands, earning him ire and curses from villagers.

"Apothecary!?" he barked at one of the locals, rearing his horse in the central square.

"Where!?" he said, holding his gut in pain so that the villagers would understand and pardon his rudeness. After a few more seconds of this, a teenager finally pointed him to the right building.

Dismounting, Krom led his horse to the healer's den, tying its reigns haphazardly to a peddler's stand. The man glared at him. "Sorry, mate" Krom grunted, pushing past him and scrambling into the doorway of the apothecary. A door rung as he barged through the door. The store was well organized, full of unfamiliar herbs. There was a woman who appeared to be running the place, and a blonde male about Krom's same height perusing the inventory.

"Pardon the intrusion, madam" he said, unable to get the words out without growling.

"Can you set a rib?"

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Elentiya (Elie) Locke
Apothecarist - Human| Location: Apothecary | Interactions: imXeno imXeno Archie Archie

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Elie looks up as the bell above the shop door rings. Looking up, she sees a tall man with hair so light, it is almost white and icy eyes to contrast. A scar runs down his cheek. 'Mornin' miss.' She smiles a welcome, knowing that the stranger would tell her what he needed when he was ready. She hears the man mutter, 'What was it that I needed...' Elie finishes putting the last of the newly gathered herbs into a jar, placing the jar upon a shelf. Tucking her short hair behind her ears, she turns to look at the male.

But as she does, a new man bursts in, panting and obviously in pain. 'Pardon the intrusion, madam' The man growls, clutching his side. 'Can you set a rib?' Elie resists the urge to sniff, raising her chin. Of course she could set a rib! What kind of apothecarist would she be otherwise?

She gives a curt nod, rushing to this new man. Hopefully, the blonde man will understand. She quickly escorts the injured male to a patient bed in the back of the shop sitting him down. "Please remove your shirt," she says. As he does so, she gathers a few herbs, a mortar and pestal, as well as a kettle. She hangs the half-full kettle over the fire and grinds up the herbs, mixing small amounts with one another.

When his shirt is finally removed, she approaches. Carefully, Elie places her right hand on his left shoulder, her left hand on the injured right side. She gently pushes on different spots until the man shows a sign of pain. A groan or a wince. Something. She hates to hurt him further, but she has to know which rib. Then, she places her hand slighty beneath the fractured rib. With a strong push and a small upward movement, a faint crack is heard as the rib is set. Though it might be painful, the worst of it is over now.

She then takes a roll of cloth and tightly binds his chest to help keep the rib in one place to heal. Then, she takes the kettle of boiling water, pouring the water into a wooden cup. Setting the kettle aside, she pours the ground herbs into it, mixing them to create a bitter tea. "Here, drink this. It will taste bad, but it should help with the pain." She hands him the cup.

"Care to tell me what happened?" She asks softly. She cannot forget that she has another customer. But, her curiosity is overwhelming. She doesn't usually pry into how someone got injured, but... well, she rarely sees fractured ribs.
 
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Darius looked ahead, the sound of the battalion and its activity behind him and the few other commanders at the front of the formation being drowned out by his deep thinking. He had been in these parts before, many years ago, and it made little sense that a rebellion would be hiding out here in some village. At least, it made little sense that a rebellion worth worrying about would be hiding out in these mountains. He didn't think the trip was worth taking, especially so far from the rest of the kingdom. Even if there were people who lived out here who didn't follow the king's commands, it shouldn't matter with how cut off they were from everyone and everything else. The man inhaled deeply, taking in the cold stinging air. The sun had only risen a few moments ago but Darius and the others were still in the shade and would be for another twenty minutes or so.

"Apple..." He called out, turning his head and holding out his hand. He was riding a large black warhorse, one from the northern ranges of the kingdom that was larger than those that the average cavalry unit would ride. As a result of this the squire who had brought Darius an apple had to reach up to give it to him. Darius glanced at the apple before throwing it at the boy, pelting him on the shoulder with it, "green, boy, get me a green apple." The squire apologized quickly, going through one of the few packs he was carrying before pulling out a small pathetic looking green apple and handing it hesitantly to Darius.

"What's this?" He had only given it one look before turning his attention to the squire.

'I'm s-sorry but that's the only one left. Apples are done growing this season.'

Darius sighed with frustration, biting into the apple twice and throwing the small core that was left at the squire, who quickly walked back to keep in formation with the others. The fruit was dry and barely had any taste, but what bitter and sour flavor it did have was enough to appease Darius for now. The sooner they got to the damned village and killed everyone the sooner he could relax. And who knew, maybe they'd have a few green apples left. It wouldn't be much longer till they arrived.
 
Joselyn Lusalette - Location: Village, Market. Interactions: Archie Archie (technically, more of a response to his actions than a proper interaction)
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Joselyn frowned at the sight of what was clearly a soldier galloping through the small village, headed right for the Apothecary. From the speed at which he was headed through the street, as well as his lack of cloak - likely a purposeful action, if she had to guess - she couldn't tell whether he was unallied, or part of the King's Army. Either way, it was clear from how he held himself that there was an injury, either gut or chest wound, looked like, but it seemed from a glance that his armor had done it's job, no obvious blood coating him. Vaguely irritated at how he just left his horse for someone else to take care for, Joselyn shook her head. She had already delivered her own payload to the butcher, and had received her payment from him in turn. It was none of her business.

But it wasn't a good sign that there was an injured soldier charging into the village. Why was he alone? A deserter? It was possible, especially if he had taken the time to remove any obvious methods of identifying his allegiance, but the village wasn't exactly near any sites of interest that would involve battles... except for those rumors that Joselyn had been hearing around, ones that had worried her, and, at this point, seemed increasingly grounded in reality. That of a growing rebellion in the area. And if there was a wounded soldier here, there had potentially been a battle between the kings army and this rebellion. Of course, she was well aware that this was a significant leap in logic, but it couldn't simply be ignored, either. A wounded soldier was a sign of something, clearly, and not a good one. Right now though, she needed to calm down that horse before either it or the peddler did something the other wouldn't like. After he came out from the apothecary, she could question him about... well, why he was here.

A soft sigh of irritation escaping her lips, Joselyn shook her head, stepping across the street, and gave a rather neutral nod to the peddler, who scowled at her, which she didn't mind. Probably was just annoyed by that soldier's hastiness to tie his horse up somewhere. First, she began by gently raising her hand up to the horse, letting it sniff her a bit. Could probably smell her brief visit to the butcher, as it snorted, leading to a second sigh from her, fishing a hand into her back pocket. Time for bribery, of the food variety. Hm, horse probably wouldn't enjoy a green apple, even if she preferred the sour taste herself, but thankfully, she had a sweeter one that she brought out, holding it up to the horse. It sniffed at the apple briefly, but it did seem to have calmed down, as it took the apple gently, and began crunching.

Nodding in satisfaction, Joselyn placed her hand softly on the horses neck, slowly stroking it's mane, tone soft, and as gentle as she could manage this early. ...well, it wasn't that early, but whatever. "There you go. Steady now, you can rest for a bit." She murmured to it, holding her hand on it's neck for a few more moments, before tidying up the knot, and she met the peddler's eyes, shaking her head and sighing. "Not sure why he felt the need to tie it up here, but I'll keep an eye on it for him until he's back." The peddler scowled, but acquiesced after a few moments, shaking his head, and nodding to her in appreciation. Why was she doing this? She didn't owe that soldier anything. But, whatever. She needed to ask him questions, anyways, and make sure the horse didn't get into any trouble in the meantime.
 
Elentiya (Elie) Locke
Apothecarist - Human| Location: Apothecary Shop | Interactions: imXeno imXeno Archie Archie

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Elie gives a soft sigh before standing. It wasn't her buisness to pry into her customer's backstories. She stands and begins cleaning up her supplies. "I reccommend that you stay here. At least for the night. I want to monitor you and make sure you will heal okay." She takes the dirty tools and leaves the room, returning to the main part of the shop.

She places the used tools in a basin before turning to the blonde man with the scar. Wiping her hands on her apron, smearing green stains from the herbs, Elie asks politely, "I apologize about that. How may I help you?" If today continued to be this busy, she was going to have her work cut out for her.

As soon as she gets the chance, however, she needs to head to the market and pick up some groceries and supplies. Stopping by the butcher's wouldn't be a bad idea. Also, the florist may have some winter blooming flowers she could put in the planter boxes outside the shop. The current blossoms now were still quite alive, but with winter fast approaching, they won't last long.

She then turns and takes the loaf of bread and the small bag of assorted apples, knowing the blonde man will tell her when he is ready. Elie then wraps the bread in a cloth and places the food inside a cupboard that contains a small wedge of cheese and a few strips of jerky. She hadn't expected customers this early, so she had planned on eating breakfast. However, it would be rude to eat now.
 
Stepping through the village streets to a whistled song and with a skip in his step, Cameron waved hello to as many people as he could. Whether they returned his waves was another matter, but he didn't let it get him down. Today was another day and he was happy to be living it. As he continued on, he passed by a farmer's stall. Closing his eyes, he smiled as he listened to the farmer attempting to sell another lady some eggs. While the two were having their debate over how much a dozen was worth, he swiped a crisp-looking apple off from the stall and hid it beneath his cloak. Once he was far enough away, he held the apple out before him and smiled.

"That woman was definitely getting robbed!" He said to himself, "There's no way that she should be paying that much for a whole dozen." And he took a bite out of the apple with a audible crunch. Shame that the apple harvest was ending for the year. He loved how sweet the apples were. Wiping some juice that slipped from his lips, Cameron continued on his journey until he heard the sound of hooves galloping. He rushed to step to the side as an enormous horse with its rider shot past him. Curious, he watched the back of the pair as they strode up to a building. He watched carefully as the man practically fell of the horse and tied it to a peddler's stall before going inside of the building.

He continued to watch from afar, especially when a woman stepped up to the man's horse. When she reached inside her bag and pulled out two apples, feeding the red one to the horse, Cameron looked down at his for a moment and smirked.

"It seems that today is going to be a fun one. Finding them will have to wait for now." And he took another bite of his apple and walked towards the building that the man entered.
 
Fianna "Fi" Underhill
Quarter Elf - Herbalist | Location - Forest

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Fi's morning began the same as any other, with birds. Their songs always signified the beginning of a new day. The beginning of which would be dedicated to finding something to eat. Fi stood from the moss pallet and took a moment to stretch and brush any leaves and grass from her dress before picking up and securing her cloak and pouch. "Best to not leave things behind, especially when you aren't sure where you'll next be stopping." she said to herself as she gathered what meager belongings she could from around the makeshift camp. With the help of a little magic breaking down the camp went relatively quickly as did her brief trek through the woods in the direction of the next village.

Breakfast was easy enough to find as she wound her way through the forest. A late blooming berry bush here, a circle of mushrooms there and the occasional nut tree soon had her hunger sated and satchel full.

She'd been traveling through the forest for nearly three weeks time and had yet to find a trace of any sort of village since the last and what provisions and supplies she'd earned had long since dwindled. Though at home in the forest, she was beginning to worry that she'd been sent in the wrong direction. Fi was certain that she was heading north, it was easy enough to confirm by the sunrise by day and stars at night. "She told me it would be two weeks." she thought to herself wringing her gloved hands somewhat in worry. She knew that reasonably there was no reason for them to have followed her for all this time. Spring ended and Summer had come and passed since they'd found them and still she felt as if they were just a few steps behind her at any given moment.

Fi was pulled from her own worries unceremoniously by the sound of a small panicked voice in the distance calling for help. Increasing her pace, it wasn't long before Fi came across a young fawn caught in a hunter's trap. "It's going to be alright", she spoke as she approached, "I'm going to free you." Initially the young deer look at her with could only be confusion, firstly because of the human's seeming ability to understand him and then again because he could understand her in return. "Y... y.. you promise." he asked trembling. She nodded her head and immediately set about cutting the snare.
 
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Elentiya (Elie) Locke
Apothecarist - Human| Location: Apothecary | Interactions: imXeno imXeno Archie Archie RayneIlStorm RayneIlStorm

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It didn't appear that the blonde male was ready to tell her what he needed, and the other man was in the back, hopefully listening to her instructions. She would wait, but Elie had a lot of work to do. So, she turned to the wall behind the counter that was filled with storage. The top half of the wall were large cubbies filled with jars and bins. A built-in wooden ladder rests in the right side of the wall so that she can reach the top cubbies. Each cubby was carefully labeled and organized. The bottom half of the wall is filled with what looks liked small mailboxes, with a row of drawers along the bottom.

She climbs the ladder and pulls a few jars down, taking a couple sprigs of a certain herb from a bin. Carefully, she climbs back down, setting the supplies on the work station island the rests in between the wall and the front counter. Then, she approaches a large book that rests open on a stand, with a closed bottle of ink and a quill next to it. Gently turning the pages, she finds the written recipe and instructions for a certain medicine, then turns to begin making it. One of the elders in the village has been having joint pain and swelling, so Elie has been making her this remedy every week that the elder takes with tea at breakfast to help.

She begins grinding up herbs, measuring amounts, adding extracts to it. She studiously works, intent on the job before her.
 
As the woman continued to work on the concoction before her, the bell hovering just above the doorway jingled for the fourth time that morning. Boy, was the apothecary sure busy today.

"Knock knock!" a sing-song voice chimed, almost as sweetly as the bell. The newcomer gave the door a few taps with his knuckles to emphasize his arrival, as if the door wasn't already open. Sliding into the building, Cameron, the newcomer, glanced around at all of the plants and general things decorating the walls and gave off an impressed whistle. "You must have every plant in the area in here, huh?" He turned to the man waiting at the counter and looked him once over. Cameron waved a hand over the man's thinking face and shrugged when he received no response. Then he turned to the woman behind the counter.

"And you must be the owner of this little store! That or you're pretending so that you can steal all of these herbs as soon as everyone leaves. That'd be a heinous crime!" He chuckled to himself.

"Ah, and do forgive me. I haven't introduced myself as of yet. My name is Cameron. I was just wandering around looking for some things and I saw that people were congregating here for some reason! A man, another man, a woman, and now me, I suppose! My, how popular you are today, miss."
 
Ulrich Deveraux
Location:
Apothecary ~ Interactions: TayMaiTer TayMaiTer Archie Archie RayneIlStorm RayneIlStorm
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This village never failed to bewilder the alchemist, everyone here was such an individual....a rare trait amongst the bleak world they lived in currently. As calm as the apothecary felt, that simple atmosphere of peace was broken by the sudden bursting of the doors, a soldier managing to stumble in. It was as if anywhere Ulrich went, escaping blood and war was impossible. "Pardon the intrusion, madam." The man sputtered out through grunts of pain. "Can you set a rib?" He questioned, causing Ulrich to raise a curious eyebrow. This soldier of sorts popped up from nowhere, no fellow troops in sight, or at least Ulrich hoped. Once more, it all pointed towards the same fact, this village was always weird. In all honesty, as the man was escorted to the back, this could have been a lovely opportunity. Ulrich had the slick thought of snatching whatever was in sight, making a bolt for the camp he had set up on the edge of the village itself. Sure, it was quite the nefarious deed, but, maybe it was for the greater good...his greater good.

However, the criminal plot vanished from his mind, just as the apothecarist came back to the main counter, beginning to start her side work. His lengthy thought process came through, Ulrich finally deciding what he could use...! That is, until the bell of the door rang again! It never ends here, does it? The man had an energy compared to Ulrich's at times, something that brought a sense of joy upon his mind. The man entered, approaching the counter shortly after waving past Ulrich's face. This snapped Ulrich from his perpetual thought, causing him to now gaze between the two people, although he didn't respond. The man introduced himself as Cameron, attempting to spark up a conversation with the apothecarist behind the counter.

With a swift flip of a page, he gave himself a second before speaking. "Excuse me sir. I don't mean to interrupt you, but this is slightly urgent, so I rather get what I need now and be off on my way." Ulrich interjected, approaching where the young woman was. He held his notebook up, a large image being in the center of the page, depicting a sage-like root. Many notes and other details surrounded the picture, Ulrich glancing at the shelves before back at the woman. "Do you possibly have anything like this? Purple leaves, long stems, it may be a bit uncommon, but, from the selection you have, maybe there's a chance. It'd be a huge help." He awaited her response, the herb being more than likely the key part to recreating the acid.
 
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Elentiya (Elie) Locke
Apothecarist - Human| Location: Apothecary | Interactions: imXeno imXeno RayneIlStorm RayneIlStorm Archie Archie

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Elie looks up from the scale in front of her as the bell above the shop door rings again. It is busy this morning! "I will be right with you." she says politely. Then, she turns back to the scale, pouring a small amount of powdered herbs onto one side, small weights on the other. When she has the right amount, she pours the powder into a paper envelope, sealing it and writing the name of the patient onto it. Then, she slides it into one of the mailbox like holes in the wall behind her.

Once completed, she turns to the newcomer, wiping her hands on her already stained apron, smearing a black powder. The man then proceeds to make small talk. 'You must have every plant in the area in here, huh?' She nods. "Yes, sir. I also receive imports of some plants from the northern regions." Speaking of, she never got her import this year... 'And you must be the owner of this little store!' She holds in a sigh. Doesn't this man realize that she has work to do? "Yes, sir. My name is Elentiya. I am the owner of this apothecary."

'Ah, and do forgive me. I haven't introduced myself as of yet. My name is Cameron. I was just wandering around looking for some things and I saw that people were congregating here for some reason! A man, another man, a woman, and now me, I suppose! My, how popular you are today, miss.' This man came in here because she was receiving customers? She opens her mouth to ask if she could help him, probably not in the nicest of tones, however the blonde man steps forward with a notebook.

'Excuse me sir. I don't mean to interrupt you, but this is slightly urgent, so I rather get what I need now and be off on my way.' When the man holds up the book to show the sketch of the root, she leans against the counter to get a closer look at the drawing. Without meaning to, she murmurs, "Sage root... Salvia officinalis... But..." She catches herself and stops, looking at the man himself. Sage is used for fevers, liver disease, and epilepsy. The man didn't look flushed with fever. Nor did he have the yellowish skin tinge that came with liver disease. Maybe epilepsy? Or maybe a loved one...? "Might I ask what it is for?" She turns and digs through one of the cubbies in the wall.

Soon, she comes back with a small plant. She places it on the work station and uses a dagger to cut the leafy top from the red root beneath it. Taking the root, she wraps it in a cloth before setting it on the counter between them. She waits patiently for payment, meanwhile wondering what the newcomer might need. Also thinking of the man in the back that she needs to check on and other medicines that she needs to make.
 
"You're rather young to be running a place like this." Cameron mutters under his breath, yet it wasn't hard to hear. He attempted to step closer to the counter, but when the blond man slips his way in front of him, Cameron simply lets him move forward. For just a second, there was a slight twitch in his smile.

'Excuse me sir. I don't mean to interrupt you, but this is slightly urgent, so I rather get what I need now and be off on my way.' Cameron gave the man a curt nod and a bright smile.

"No worries, my good man! I'm patient enough." He laughed heartily before it swiftly died off. For a second, he glanced at the blond man again. Then his vivid lime green eyes turned to Elentiya as she bustled about doing her work. He watched her closely, his gaze never relenting. It was most certainly creepy, especially with that smile of his still plastered on his face. As soon as she was finished with the blond man's work and waited at the counter, Cameron spoke up.

"I have to ask you something rather important, my dear. Do you mind if I ask if you are the only healer in this village? Whether you are or not, I bring some words for you. If you know any others, I'd welcome some directions." He smiled just a little bit wider, folding his hands behind his back.
 
Elentiya (Elie) Locke
Apothecarist - Human| Location: Apothecary | Interactions: imXeno imXeno RayneIlStorm RayneIlStorm

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As she worked, she could feel the eyes of the new man, Cameron. She suppressed a shudder and had completed her task.

Now, however, he had spoken to her while she was busy with the blonde man and the sage root. 'I have to ask you something rather important, my dear. Do you mind if I ask if you are the only healer in this village? Whether you are or not, I bring some words for you. If you know any others, I'd welcome some directions.' She glances between the blonde man and Cameron, unsure whether it would upset the man to have her interact with the newcomer. She spares a sentence, though. "I am the only healer here in this village. Why?"

With the village being surrounded by mountains, it is secluded. Thus, the nearest healer, beside Elie, is many days away. And even then, they do not have the access to the variety of herbs and medicines that she does. She may be young, but her father worked hard for this shop and she continues to work hard to keep it from being burned by soldiers.
 
Cameron hums at the news of the apothecary being the only healing resource in the village. He looks at her dead in the eyes, and his smile instantly drops. A chill sweeps through the room as the man no longer wears his facade at that very moment.

"There will be people coming for this little town that you call home. They will burn and raze everything you've come to love and leave nothing behind. The people that are not slaughtered will become slaves and nothing will remain the same in your life ever again. I suggest you pack up as many herbs as you can carry and run. It's be a shame if the innocent lose their only healer."

And with that, Cameron's smile returned and he turns to leave the store, the bell tinkling as the door shuts behind him.

"Laying it on a bit heavy there, friend?" He says to himself. He gave a huff of a laugh and glanced up into the sky. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath in.

"Oh yes, the weight is killing. Hopefully she takes my advice." He opened his eyes again and walked off into the crowds towards the northern forest.
 
Amelle Karul
- A totally ordinary day like any other that will not change things forever, trust me -

For Amelle, today was a day like many others that had come before it ever since she moved to Riverwood. It was quiet, peaceful, and nothing was on fire. Fires had always made Amelle uneasy ever since that fateful day, but she was starting to slowly become more comfortable around them, enough to at least be able to light the fireplace during winter. Without using fire magic, of course, she wouldn't dare use any of it even in the safety of her own home. Sure, the town was secluded and all, but she wasn't going to risk her life lighting a fireplace when there were mundane methods for doing so instead.

Today was a shopping day for Amelle, and the first thing on her shopping list was bread. Fresh bread, to be precise, as fresh as she could get it from the bakery. Having bought her bread, she continued to wander the town, going from shop to shop, buying primarily food, not paying much attention to any goings-on in the town. She didn't like involving herself in other people's business, preferring to stay quiet and not draw attention to herself instead.
 
Mars "The Unfeeling" Eindras
Blacksmith - Human | Location: Forest | Interactions: WitworthGold WitworthGold

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Mars had woken up extremely early, much more so than most would ever dare to, with the sun still narrowly granting its light upon the world with the moon hanging low in the sky as it took its last look over the horizon. Rising upright from his narrowly broken and shifting bed, he stepped onto the wooden floor without care as it loudy creaked with his weight pressed upon it. Making his way to his storage box, the young man swiftly sifted through all of the miscellaneous clothes and items that occupied the enclosed space before pulling out his padded hunting shirt and trousers, throwing them on without care as he stared blankly out the window and at the barely occupied street.

It was perfect timing as usual, taking care of the morning hunt before the village got busier and he’d have to be fulfilling orders in his shop. He was supposed to eat of course, at least, that’s what people told him he should do. Turning around, Mars would head out of the door to his room, making his way through the short hallway toward the storage room where he could grab his hunting gear. Nothing impressive, just a halfbow and some arrows, along with some tools to set traps alongside a sack to carry whatever he brought back with him. Making sure everything was ready before he was about to head out, the young man would go toward the shop and behind the counter, fastening his leather gloves for the occasion and bringing his shortsword just in case. It never hurt to be careful, at least that’s what most people had told him.

Finally ready to hunt, he would make his way to the forest, carefully setting up traps within a perimeter so that he could catch enough prey for the day. After all, he had to have at least three meals a day according to the tavern lady. Once they had all been laid, Mars carefully laid down bait, and scaled a tree so that he could be out of sight and lie in wait for any creature that may be so unfortunate as to be captured by him. He would wait for hours, staring blankly at the area around sky as all sounds seemed to drown out aside from the wind, before he had suddenly caught the sound of an animal crying for help. Making his way over as fast as he could, Mars would be surprised to find someone, a woman he didn’t recognize, standing before his game and trying to set it free. His eyes staring blankly at the unknown individual and hand hovering over his sword, the young hunter would question the woman with a flat voice: β€œWhy are you letting it go? That’s supposed to be my food.”
 
Fianna "Fi" Underhill
Quarter Elf - Herbalist | Location - Forest | Interaction: Spiderverse Spiderverse

Fiana.png Why are you letting it go? That’s supposed to be my food.”

She pauses mid cut as the unfamiliar voice makes its presence known, a sudden swell of panic blossoming in her chest with his sudden appearance . It wasn't often that anyone could sneak up on her especially in a forest but it would seem that today was to be an exceptional day in that respect. Forcing down the nerves she steeled herself and replied.

"Why should something so young have to die just to fill your belly?"

She asked drawing up all the conviction she could muster. As she spoke she looked at him and met his gaze and was surprised to find it completely empty. There was no emotion, no light, nothing. His eyes were like those of a corpse, and the realization was more than a little chilling. She sees his hand hovering over his blade and with a sudden flick of her wrist severed the snare keeping the fawn tethered to the stake.

"If it's food you're wanting the forest produces enough, even now, to feed you 100 times over, all you need to do is look."

She stands to her feet and sheathes the small knife. It was better at cutting herbs than flesh in any regard, and besides if he were to attack the nature would be her shield. She takes a moment to steel herself and push away the panic. She could hear her mother's voice and further served to sooth her nerves.

"Fear and magic cannot occupy the same vessel. Fear poisons intent and a poisoned intent will in turn taint your magic."

The memory brings a slight and unexpected smile to her face even as it drives away the panic. The stillness and clarity left in its wake settle over her allowing her to grasp the power coiled within her and subtly call up mushrooms in the stump of a not too far off hollowed out tree. She gestures past him toward the visibly unchanged stump.

"Stumps like that tend to be full of wild mushrooms. They're at least twice as hearty as the fawn and will keep much longer."

She looks at him gauging his reaction, hoping that he won't take things further.
 
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Juniper was leaning against a large tree. Fright was well shown on her face as she breathed heavily as if she was just running from something. Her eyes widened as she looked around cautiously. "Great job, Jun... You couldn't just choose any better time to shift back to human, could you? You could just fly a bit further or something and nobody will bat an eye to a random bird... But no! You just have to shift back right in the vision of the King's hunt men and now they are all over the place looking for you!" Juniper whispered to herself, grumpy at her own carelessness not to check if the forest was clear of threat first.

She heard bushes rustling not far away and the hunt men speaking with each other. There were six of them, plus a pair of falcons. They already acknowledge her ability as shapeshifter and had prepared their crossbows. If Jun was to fly off at a wrong moment, they could easily shoot her. Then there were the falcons, a couple of good breed hobbies, specialized in hunting other birds on the wings... Even in her bee-eater form, she could never hope to outfly or outmaneuver them. Her eagle form would make her safe from the falcon, but against, she would become even bigger target for the crossbow. Hawkstrider was no better, as before she could reach any of them for an attack, she would have become a shooting dummy.

Juniper's chance was running out as the hunt men crept closer to the tree she was hiding behind. She could hear their footsteps approaching. "Damn it, what should I do?!!" Juniper screamed inside her mind. Big drops of sweat coming out of her forehead and her heart beat heavily like never before. She needed to do something now or she won't be doing anything ever again...

The hunt men stepped pass the big tree. There was nothing there. They regrouped and started talking, asking each other if any of them saw where the shapeshifter girl went. They lingered for a bit and then headed off to a direction, resuming their search. After a while, a pile of leaves right under the tree started to rattle and a brown head of an eagle poked out. And idea came out at the last minute and Jun transformed into the eagle and then buried herself in a pile of leaves, getting herself as covered as possible, then it's just using her brownish coloration to try to blend in with the ground. They hunt men didn't realize but they were literally standing over their quarry all those time. "Wow, I can't believe that actually works!" Jun spoke to herself in her head. She slowly got up, ruffling her feather and looked around to make sure if the hunt men had completely lost her. Sensing nothing in the area, she spread her wings and took off, flying into a direction. "Ha ha! so long, suckers!" Jun made fun of the already gone hunt men as she flew through the forest, heading off to find a place to stay for the coming night.

Suddenly, something stopped the girl in her track, her wings was tangled and her body immediately wrapped up. Not realizing of a net trap set between a pair of tree, Jun flew straight into it. "What the... Oh, come on! Can't this girl take a break for today!" Jun cursed, even though it would come out as an eagle screech. She tried to pull her wings free, but the net just wrapped around her even tighter. Useless in the situation, Jun decided to transformed back to human in hope that the net wouldn't be able to support her weight and fall down to the ground... She was only half right... The net lost its grip and fell down, but only one side of it... Thus, the young woman was instead hung mid air from the tree, net still trapped around most of her body. "Aww, nuts..." Jun said and wriggled one of her arm for her pocket. "At least I have a hand now, if I could just reach my knife..." Jun's hand reached to the pocket on her waist and tried to pull her pocket knife to help cut the net... Only to just had it slipped and fell to the floor below her...

"Whyyyyyyyyy....." The girl groaned as she hung helplessly in the air.
 
Ulrich Deveraux
Location:
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Ulrich watched the woman as she worked, a small smile spreading on his features as he awaited the root that was the key to his destructive concoction. As she placed the root in a cloth wrapping, Ulrich turned to dig in his bag, pulling out the round gold currency that most villages took. He placed down more than the expected amount, simply to be a nice gesture towards the friendly apothecarist. Before he could answer her question, the man named Cameron spoke again, causing Ulrich to pause and pay attention to his words. At first mention of the woman, Elentiya, being the only healer, Ulrich frowned. It made sense, the village wasn't quite large, but the question itself was odd. The tone of the room shifted, the air growing thick with an unbreakable tension as Cameron's smile faded into nothing.

"There will be people coming for this little town that you call home. They will burn and raze everything you've come to love and leave nothing behind. The people that are not slaughtered will become slaves and nothing will remain the same in your life ever again. I suggest you pack up as many herbs as you can carry and run. It's be a shame if the innocent lose their only healer." Cameron spoke calmly, his words sending a chill down the length of Ulrich's spine. He watched as his smile return, turning on his heels and exiting. "Uh...." Ulrich let out, his eyes going from the door back to Elentiya. "Quite the loon don't you think? Probably some crazy fortune teller or something trying to warn those of the future." Ulrich said sarcastically with an eye roll, however not being able to shake that feeling of worry.

To take his mind of it, he returned back to answering her question. "So, I figure I should introduce myself. The name's Ulrich. Ulrich Deveraux. I'm an alchemist. Basically, I was just doing some experimenting and such, in which I happened to make a decent corrosive acid. As odd as it may seem, that root works pretty well with certain oils and elements to create this acid. The acid works well too...burned a hole about a yard wide in the soil. I wonder if it works just as well against armor. But, I ran out of this particular root, so thankfully you had it. Anyways, I'll see you around miss. Enjoy your day!" With a wave, he turned on his heels, setting out and off to return to his camp.
 
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Life went on as normal for the people of the village. Work was done, food bought and sold, and everything was business as usual. Soon, though, a large cloud moved slowly in the sky, blocking out the sun and casting a large shadow over the village and part of its nearby forest. The cold of the morning was much more noticeable now that everyone wasn't being warmed by the sun for the time being.

Darius was taking the lead. He always took the lead. As valuable as he was as a soldier, his life wasn't important in the eyes of the noblemen and commanders he took commands from. Maybe they feared him? Maybe they saw him as some kind of monster just like the creatures of magic and myth because of his size and strength? He asked himself these kinds of questions before every battle, hoping to come up with an answer before his potential death.

The battalion was now spread out, everyone ready for battle against the rebels that they were about to face. While their force was small, they had the equipment to even the playing field if they encountered magic users. And if they faced any beasts or magical creatures, Darius could handle them with ease. Being at the very front, he was the first to see the village. What he saw made him hesitate. It almost made him completely stop and ask the commanders behind him if this was some kind of a joke. This village looked nothing like a rebellion. 'Probably just mages...' He thought to himself, continuing.

Darius stared at a man who looked to be slightly older than him in the distance. The villager's expression was one of confusion, then disbelief, then horror. The man recognized Darius' armor, horse, and incredible size compared to the regular men behind him. 'THE WOLF! IT'S THE WOLF! EVERYONE RUN!' The man cried out his warning as he fled for his life, repeating his warning while running through the village in the opposite direction of the king's men. The dreadful warning being heard by all. But it was too late.

Darius raised his sword and led the charge, the soldiers descending upon the village and moving through the nearby forest in one giant sweep of death and desolation.
 
Joselyn frowned as the sun was covered by a cloud. Perhaps a warning of things to come? Or merely a minor nuisance of weather? She shook her head, sighing. Either way, it seemed like that soldier was taking his sweet time... but if it was an injury serious enough, she supposed she could understand why. Unfortunately, it didn't seem like she was going to get a chance to grill him today, and frankly, she didn't particularly feel like sticking around in the middle of the town, and would rather get back to her house.

What caused her to pause, though, was the cry of a man running through the town square, about a... wolf? Singular? This close to the town? The way he was saying it implied she should recognize it, but as she heard the shout of warriors on the other edge of town, she paled. Oh. Perhaps that was what the earlier soldier had been fleeing from. And he seemed to have led them straight here. Joselyn, though, didn't have much time to contemplate how true or false that theory was. At the moment, she was near defenseless. Turning at once, Joselyn began to run back towards her own house, grimacing. Of course battle had found her here, even out in the most remote town she could find...

While she was worried of the rest of the villagers, her primary concern was, of course, her own safety. Soon reaching her own house, she slammed the door behind her, rushing into a back room to hurriedly slip on a belt with a well kept scabbard attached, before stepping out to grab a metal staff which was leaning on a wall. Unfortunately, she hadn't yet warmed up today, but even then, handling basic soldiers should be easy enough, and since it was the kings army (or it most likely was, given the rumors of rebellion, they had likely come to squash it. After all, who else would attack the village?), there was next to no chance of there being a mage. That said, she had little confidence in her ability to face down the whole group on her own, so she began packing up supplies should she have to flee, a tent, water, dried foods, money, all going into a pack. She should have a bit of time before they reached her house... a small worm of guilt gnawed at her heart for her primary concern being her own survival, but she squashed it. She held no loyalty to this town, and she would do no good if she died here. Not that she couldn't help at all, though. Just worry about herself first.
 
Juniper Penna


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Hours passed by and nothing had happened. Juniper was still hanging around in the net. It was a very well crafted leather net, flexible but strong and durable. Jun would not be able to escape this trap without her knife, which was just several metres below her, sitting on the forest floor, mocking her every time she looked down at it. Boredom and thirst began to get on her side and the normally cheerful young woman turned brooding and bitter.

"Errrgh... When will the owner of this damn trap return to check on it? I don't care if it's the king's hunt man or something else. Getting shot in the head is better than slowly wasting away in here..." Jun complained. She had tried everything, swinging the net around, shaking it and even tried biting into it. She couldn't transform into the tiny bee-eater, or the weight of the net would crush her and hawkstrider will only get her tangled up even more.

Suddenly, her sensitive ears heard something from distance. It was not far away... It sounded like screaming of people amid the chaos. Horse galloping and steel hitting could also be faintly heard. Juniper guessed that the source of the noise was probably several hundred metres away. It made her getting anxious, reminding of what happened that day she lost everything...

"That can't be good..." Juniper whispered.
 

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