Fantasy Fading Flame (In Character)

[Kabboom]

The world is in turmoil.

The Empire of Light was once the symbol of progress, of civilization, of the Light itself. Now, it is but a pale shadow of its former self, the symbol of a fruitless struggle against an undying, unyielding, unending enemy: the Darkborne. Creatures, seemingly made out of pure Dark energy, seek to destroy all of the Empire: the kingdoms, the houses, the people, even the very land they fight so desperately to hold. The Empire has effectively lost the war before even the first battle has been fought.

But hope remains, and shines on through the hopeless night, in the form of an otherwise unimportant report, belonging to an ill-fated scout party sent from Fort Vainlight, one of the Empire's last remaining bastions against the unending hordes of Dark. It reports of an archaic structure, glowing iridescently, its light pulsating and eliminating swathes of Darkborne with every flash. When word got to the King's Council, it became a race to find this artifact, this relic, that could very well spell the end for the Darkborne threat, once and for all.

But to do that, one would need a team. A squad, a group of brave men and women, with the capability, the power, the bravery, the will to venture into the vast unknown, face unimaginable terrors, and to go above and beyond the call of duty and honor. Luckily, the Empire has an abundance of them. And thus, through careful selection and consideration, a team was assembled...

The sun is beginning to set, indicated by its orange-red hues, casting itself upon the frontier village where the team would meet. A quaint little place, with a lot of emphasis on defenses, due to its precarious location, almost touching the dangerous and vast forest that harbors innumerable threats and dangers. Watchtowers, linked by walls, replete with spikes and traps, illuminated by dim torches. Protected inside the walls are a series of simple, cozy cottages and huts, built close together, with small plots of land that each house calls their own, circling around a central large building, sturdily made with reinforced logs and beams, serving as the village hall. This village, its name blurred and faded beyond remembrance, and so, simply called Frontierville, is a hot-spot for all sorts of people, seeking promising futures, or avoiding dark pasts, for seekers of wealth and fortune, and aspiring adventurers alike.

It is here that our heroes meet...

 

[Kabboom]

Jericho
The sun was coming down. Its light, a reddish orange beam, slowly creeping upwards, leaving a shadow underneath the line of light, as it goes down the horizon, as if it were trying desperately to hold onto the surface, using its light rays, trying in vain to avoid being pulled down. Fitting, thought he, staring down at the slowly moving line of light, as he regains his breath. It was like a visual demonstration of what the pessimistic naysayers were rambling about nonstop across the Empire, before being hushed or clubbed by the local Peacekeeper troops. 'The Light is fading, the Light is fading,' they keep crying. 'Run while you can, for Darkness comes.' Damn cynical people, they were.

"Tired already? C'mon, we haven't even started." said a female voice, along with the sound of metal smacking the ground. Jericho looked back up to his contender in this friendly sparring match. Maria Theodosiel, she was named. The name rung a bell with Jericho, albeit a sinister bell. He had heard stories of this woman, and her... role. A commander, of not 1, but 2 massive Legions, and she spends her time not by combating Darkborne, but subjugating mere Elf tribes and smashing bandit gangs. A massive, if not colossal waste of manpower. And the way she commanded her men, too. Audaton wondered if the woman even knew what her men thinks of her, that they only fight for her for a meager wage, and so the sergeants would not flog them. But no matter, thought he. This is just a sparring match. A friendly sparring match. And they've garnered quite an audience.

He stood firm, straightening his back with a slight movement of the nose. Clad in a gambeson with a layer of chainmail outside, he held his shortsword aloft, pointing it at Maria, and slightly moving it in a taunting way. "I haven't even broken a sweat yet, princess. Have you?" He taunted her, emphasizing the word 'princess'. He heard from the troops that she doesn't like being called that. Something about her parents. And it seems he has agitated her.

The girl dashed at him quickly, covering the small gap between them in an instant, poised to stab. Jericho simply steps to the side, slashing her sword to the side, and swinging his right arm around for a punch to the face. If it were a real fight, then he would've just turned the sword sideways and lob her head clean off. But the girl quickly adapted, ducking beneath, to which Jericho responds by swiping her legs with his, tripping her onto the dirt. He knew the fight was not over, though. He had learned of her... powers. There was still the audible wind-cutting hiss of the shortsword, levitating and hurling itself towards Jericho's back. The man swings around, slashing the sword out of the way just in time, sending it far to his left. The sword flew on its way towards the audience, making them run in shock, but halted its momentum almost immediately before it impacted into anything, or anyone. Like its own entity, it flew back into the hands of the girl.

Smirking, Jericho repeated her words to her, as she got up from the dirt, panting heavily just like him. "Tired already? C'mon, we haven't even started."

Trappy Aryasaurus billthesomething CombatReadyPenny Unwavering Knight Soviet Panda Whisker -robert- Thorn_Reaper hostage Pilgrim59 Wasted Ink Vyseryx QizPizza SCSaya06 Sybil CrowOuttaHell

 

[billthesomething]

Miska
"My Friends let her love into your closed off hearts, she desires only the best for us!" Miska shouted with spiritual fervor for all to hear, and while his face couldn't be seen, it wasn't hard to figure out that Miska was wearing a grin the size of which would fit better onto the face of a giant, for all around him were people who had stopped to listen to his preaching. The joy he felt was enough to cause at least one of his hearts to implode.

The Crowd dared not approach too close to The Abominable Cultist, for the aura of wrongness that seemed to surround his very presences, but they still stayed for his words that had them entrenched, and in the end, it was their curiosity that triumphed over their instinctual fear.

"For She's our Progenitor, our Mother, Her Name is Brio'Zotal, And she loves each and every one of us unconditionally, this includes even the naysayers amongst you. She does not need your worship or reverence, she only wishes for you all to know that there is a being greater than any other, that loves you like her very own children, for we are, we emerged from her tides in ages long since passed"

Caught up in his fervor, Miska hadn't noticed the scattering of his crowd and the emergence of a preacher of the light and a pair of peacekeepers.
"What is the meaning of this Blasphemy!? " Preacher was seeminly enraged at the supposed "blasphemy" that The Cultist had been spewing.

"Blasphemy!?" Miska was a normally level-headed person, but accusations of blasphemy were one of the few things that could get under his skin fairly quickly, and in-turn the aura that he normally projected was amplified by his now foul mood, causing only those of strong wills to stay and watch the ensuing theatrics

 

[Vyseryx]

Margot, At Frontierville's main plaza
The dark-clad sorceress stood before the five man, who blocked her way through the main plaza. A little boy on her back was awfully quiet for a child his age, as if he was sensing a heavy atmosphere of the situation.

Frontierville was not a place to Margot’s liking. Far away from the conveniences of imperial cities, surrounded by a claustrophobic wall in a dire need of renovation and poorly connected to Network, an evident sign that village lacked a professional mage. And too add to it, the discipline of units stationing here was apparently declining, as five guards, wearing imperial uniforms, were standing before her, each with a nasty smile on his face.

“What brings such a lovely lady to our little village?” the man, who looked like a leader of the bunch, asked, sending a shiver down Margot’s spine with a way he said ‘lovely’.

“My name is Margot Lagarde, from the Red Ribbon guild,” the sorceress answered with voice as calm as she could muster. “I am an Imperial Mage, sent here to assist Guardians at their mission.”

She counted on this parade of important names and titles to scare the guards away, but she had to face a disappointment. They looked at the backpack with a child in it and her dirtied clothes, two factors, that didn’t give much of a reason to believe the woman’s words.

“If you are a Guardian, then maybe show us your Seal, huh?” The leader asked mockingly, making a step towards Margot.

‘I don’t have it, imbecile, don’t you listen to what I say?’ Margot thought irritated, but felt a panic slowly gathering in her stomach. She forced herself to not show fear and stood in place, painfully aware of her son’s weight on her back, as the guard was coming closer.

She slipped her hand discretely to the bag on her left heap and found a piece of charcoal in it.

‘Enough to melt his face, and give me enough time to transform.’ She looked the guard in the eyes, only to see an ugly, lustful look he gave her. ‘Hopefully…’

 

[Aryasaurus]

Aoibhín; "Eevie"

The sky was cast with a fiery glow, painted like embers of a young flame as it spread gloriously across the sky, kissing the land as the sun began its decent into dusk. It was like a fire fading slowly as the light was ensnared by darkness, dragging the day slowly to its end. This didn't bother the young Dullahan girl who side upon her black steed. Her armour shone like a beacon in the night, as if to sincerely address the fact that she was there and she was real. Tendrils of smoke wisped out from the gaps in her helm, obscuring her face with obvious supernatural effect. She sat there still, destrier unmoving as her head inclined up towards the sky; it was a beautiful sight, one that she could not easily pass up.

Aoibhín was the Dullahan's name, though for sake of ease, those close enough to earn her name would simply call her Eevie.

Eevie stroked the mane of her steed, Cairbre, and dismounted. She need not worry about him being stolen, or never being able to find him again, as a Dullahan and their horse were one in the same; they would never truly be apart. She knew this, which was how she could part with him with such a simple farewell, though she did make sure to watch as he trotted off, back along the sparse soil road from whence they came, melding back into the shadows, cast by village walls upon the earth the earth. She never really understood how he did that, but then again, he too was a fey creature.

The Dullahan made sure to dismount out of the view of the watchtowers, and give herself some distance to walk towards the village. Her white steel armour clinked with each step, giving that satisfactory sound that armour made as she approached Frontierville. Eevie couldn't help but admire the defences set up about the village - the traps and watchtowers that sported guards dedicatedly posted in each for the benefit and protection of those that dwelt within the guarded confines of the walls.

Wondering about the village, the armoured woman paid no mind to the duels she walked past - her gaze seemingly set in front of her as she walked with determination. 'I have no idea where I have to be right now - is this even the right place?' Came the panic-inducing thought not too long after her arrival. Stopping at the sight of a robed preacher speaking of a religion she had never heard before, she watched from across the way as he was approached by three others, halting his cultic sermon. Mentally, she rolled her eyes. 'Fanatics. But this really isn't appropriate.'

Despite not really wanting to get involved, there were innocent bystanders still lurking, and so she couldn't allow anything to scale out of control. She approached, making sure only to get as close as the other onlookers, only to stop at several words somewhere further into the plaza. A glance - an irritated voice, female, and guards; her fingers twitched towards her whip, gauntlet brushing against the spine that curled on the latch upon her hip as she glanced between the two situations. 'Well... shit.'

 

[Unwavering Knight]

Pryonn & Kaatl

Once upon a time, a knight despaired. He pondered the problem of how to make better a world where evil brought profit and virtue none at all; where fraud and deceit were mingled with truth and sincerity. He brooded and brooded and brooded, until finally he tired. He laid down the melancholy burden of sanity and conceived the strangest project - to become a perpetual errant, sally forth into the world in search of adventures; to mount a lone crusade; to raise up the weak and those in need.

He would treat the world as he would have it be, to render lie from truth, as if the ideal were real.

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"Fear not, maiden! Salvation is at hand!" Roared a plated knight with utmost certainty, banner-lance stabbed into the earth beside him, muscles clicking into place beneath his armor, breath rising, heartbeat increasing.

The very picture of a true and utter knight, fitting to be imagined in front of an army of righteous fellows in defiance of an incoming darkness-

-only slightly lessened by the fact that the 'incoming darkness' was an ordinary tree, the 'maiden' a scared kitten stuck on one of said tree's branches and the 'righteous fellows' said feline's worried owner, a girl no older than ten, to be precise.

Little did that do to slighten the hulking knight's vigour as he charged the tree, heroically grabbing hold of the bark and climbing the greenery, slowly but steadily, with only a very few dozen failed attempts, before retrieving the cat with care befitting a righteous hero rescuing the frightened damsel from the very jaws of danger.

Unfortunately, the twig formerly capable of holding the kitten's weight showed itself to be quite incapable of holding the weight of a fully armored and tall-growing knight.

Crashing down in a shower of foliage, the knight's back came to a painful impact upon the earth, the cat's owner giving a worried cry as she hastily ran towards the downed hero. The knight, not bothering to rise from his prone position, simply raised his hand, holding high the unblemished kitten, to be accepted with tears and incessant thanks by the girl who herself appeared to have gotten caught up in her own passion for the pseudo-tale.

Seeing the girl off with a friendly wave, Pryonn felt his heart grow a little lighter, perhaps having brightened the world by just a little bit. "Another victory for the shining light of goodness! Don't you think so too, Kaatl?" he exulted as he raised up his iron torso, the fairy's dainty feet coming to a stand first upon his shoulder-plate, balanced by the flapping of her wings, before seating herself. Looking at the knight with a raised eye-brow, the fairy patted his helmeted head in answer.

"Thought so too!" the knight laughed with self-certainty.

Standing up, dusting himself off, he retrieved his marred banner. With fairy on his shoulder, the knight resumed his march around town, searching for more goodness to be done.

 

[Trappy]

Maria
It was at sundown when they sparred in the cramped yard, where a large crowd gathered around them. The people have always been drawn towards the colourful display of power when a duel happens. In fact, duels happen around these parts all the time. Knights duel with blades and honour; Mages duel with colourful casts of spells and their knowledge; Even highwaymen duel, with their bullets, knives and gold. Maria had only been here for a couple days, yet she already feel as if she could speak for that from experience. Some duels are lethal, with individual honour and bags of gold on the table; While some focus on displaying strength, or simply a friendly exchange of skills. This particular one fell into one of the latter. Loud cheers and excited exclamation can be heard as one or the other ends up on the dusty ground, and this time it was her.

"Tired already? C'mon, we haven't even started." - A male voice taunted her between his heavy breaths. He was clearly tired from having to deflect her strikes, while still keeping an eye out for her power. Meanwhile, Maria's blue eyes scanned the figure in front of her, looking for any flaw in his defence. She found none, he was a fortress, but even the mightiest fortress can be reduced to rubble with enough force. Jericho Audaton, he called himself. A no-one from nowhere, yet Maria must confess - she was completely taken by surprise. The man easily bested her with his martial arts, and her power is largely responsible to how the fight is still dragging on. Maria believed without the slightest doubt, that with some sort of offensive power, the fight would've been over in minutes.

She got up on her feet with her grip tightened on the sword, quickly prepared herself for another strike. The crowd's cheers bogged down, as the two engaged in a brief stand-off. Both catching their breath, eyes locked onto each others. With a swift move, Maria reduced the distance between them to arms' reach. In response, the bearded young man stood firm as a statue, seemingly ready to take on whatever she had for him.

On her part, Maria was ready to prove him wrong.

She struck him in the same manner as before, aiming for a thrust up his sword-arm's tricep. Jericho moved to deflect her attack with incredible speed, as the crowd cheered loudly for his sudden move. He might've succeed in knocking her flat on the dirt for good, but she had her power, a major advantage over the skilled swordsman.

As his blade swung over to deflect hers, it seemed as if Jericho had hit a brick wall. His blade ricochetted mid-air, staggering the man. The tide had turned in her favour. Wasting no time, Maria took her opponent to the dirt with a swift leg sweep. She moved closer to the man as the crowd exploded with exclamation, mocking him.

"You'll do well reminding yourself not to address me-"

Before she could finish the line, she was tackled onto the ground. She could barely make out a few words coming from her opponent.

"How about that, Princess??"

It was a fault on her part, they've been sparring for hours and her tired legs could hardly resist such a decisive move. Jericho tries to get up, and Maria wasn't going to let him. Just as the man got up on his legs, he seemingly slipped and fell hard on the dusty ground.

The two grunted as they both struggled to regain balance and resume the sparring session, when some incident concerning a young lady, with what seemed like a child carried on her back, and some privates leaving their post. This caught Maria's attention. Snapping away from the fight, she called out to the Imperial soldiers.

"You there! What's with the lady?"

The soldiers seemingly ignored her call. Some looked her way, but quickly resumed their eyeing of the young lady, some poking the child on her back with the scabbard of their blades. Maria clenched her fist around the sword's hilt. She was ready to channel her power. If any of these soldiers start something, their hands will be gone before they know it.

Vyseryx Kabboom

 

[Pilgrim59]

Hearthfall Season - Sunset
Sashi
Riverbank, Frontierville​

Awakened from her slumber by the sprinkled spots of the fading sunlit trees, the druid's hands dwelled in the comfort of the warm riverbank. Her platinum, unattended hair fell fro and forth, while her drowsy grey eyes drifted among the dissolving clouds above. Her steps, misaligned and tumbled from one end of the river, to the other, while her soft hands prying the soils away. The night crept closer, and Sashi reluctantly took over the sun's post as it sets. The light posts, channeled by magic and other hand-held embers began spreading like fireflies across the land. The young druid wove her hands about, whispering the ancient language as she goes along the river that encircled the village. One can never be too careful, she thought to herself, as the last utterance of her spells fell into the briefly-glowed ground.

Sashi fell to her knees and prayed to Femosis, her master and companion. Ending her mutters, a growl can be heard from her stomach, as she sighs. Shouldering her satchel, she approached the village, having set all her perimeter-flares and anti-Darkborne traps, looking for a decent meal. Passing a few Imperial levies and Peacekeeper specialists, the druid's attention hopped from one extravaganza to another - of those she had met before, and those who stood out from the crowd in their distinctive apparels and multitude of arms. Falling into the comfort of an inn's stool, Sashi pondered the rowdy lobby, where warriors and civilians danced and drank as equals. The great divide of mood can be seen from one end of the inn to the other. The vivid aroma of smoked ribs and steamed vegetables filled the air, accompanied by the heart-stringing rhythms of the bards' instruments. Such is the life that the druid had taken curiosity with, as she had spent much time in the Elbe. A sudden sense of nostalgia had plagued her thoughts, although she could not remember from whence did such a stir in her heart occurred. As she lifted her head to a discerning visage of the hearty innkeeper, words were traded in the midst of the colorful lobby, while her distinct stomach grumble could probably be heard by the end of the street.

"Welcome to The Grindes! What can I do yer for, traveler? A fresh meal and a bed to dwell fer da night?"
"A plate of your best, and some potatoes on the side would suffice."
"We'll have it out fer ya."

Before long, a plate of grilled salmon and baked potatoes fell in front of her eyes. Sashi took her time and chewed through the plate. There, she spend her time in the warm inn, keeping a keen watch on the other Guardians, as they map out the village. As her eyes studied the streets, her ears fell on a pair of Peacekeepers across the room, as they settle in for a meal.

Spoiler: Peacekeeper Conversation - Ballistic Staff

 

[CrowOuttaHell]

Gaheris Agramar
Earlier this morning...
"You sure he's going to be here?"
"Blood of the Empire, Lyle. Of course he'll be here. He won't know any better."
Two guardsmen stood, waiting. They'd been sent here in wait for their charge- they were told to look for a 9 foot tall giant in knight's armor with a greatsword.
"Why'd we have to deal with a giant, anyways, Karl? And why do we have to take the big lug to Frontierville?"
"Because we've been ordered to-- damn it. Look alive. There he is."

The rhythmic thumping on the ground and the telltale sound of clinking armor filled the hill's area. There was also a sound of metal scraping against the ground, and soon, a hulking mass of metal, slouched over, approached.

The cockier guardsman, Lyle, stepped in front of his colleague. "Gaheris Agramar!" He called, confidently. "We have been ordered to-- ack!"

Before he could finish his sentence, a gauntleted hand smacked into his chest. It was weaker than he expected...at least, from a giant. Nevertheless, he almost rolled off the hill from shock.
Karl reached out and grabbed his colleague's arm to keep him from it. The giant turned its head to stare at them, silent for the moment.
Until it- or rather he- spoke.
"Mar...gue...rite."

Seemingly satisfied, the giant shuffled past and knelt. Lying his greatsword carefully to the side, he produced a small bouquet of flowers, which he had stashed somewhere on his massive form.
He set it down, just in front of a gravestone. Patting away dust from the stone, he made a soft, rumbling noise from under the cowl and helm.
Gaheris grunted again, twisting his left shoulder to rest his left arm on the stone. Lying his right hand over the left, he rest his head on them and stayed still.
Then, with a sound more akin to a whimpering, injured animal, he grieved.

His position allowed both guardsmen to see him better. His armor was worn out, and so was his blade. The blue cloak that wrapped around his neck and covered his face was torn and dirtied in places.
"These giants sure don't know how to take care of themselves." Karl commented, shaking his head. "Too kind for their own good, you know. I'd reckon his left arm is like that due to mistreatment."
"You're not implying you actually care about these things?" Lyle snorted. Karl just shook his head after shooting his colleague a bad glare.
"Just saying that you shouldn't just talk like that around the person you're insulting."

He stepped towards the giant, lightly tapping his shoulder.
"Hey. Almost time to go. You have to go to Frontierville, remember?" His question was met with a brief moment of silence...and then, the giant's head turned slowly.
"A...way...?"
"Yeah. We'll be able to make it by sundown at least, if we head out now."
Gaheris paused, as if thinking- something most giants didn't do. At least, most slave giants. Then, he rose to his full height, picking up his greatsword and easily slinging it over his shoulder. He turned around, motioning with his head.
"...Go."
By sundown, as the guardsmen had promised, they were in Frontierville...though, they had gotten into a rather heated discussion with some of the town's own guards.

"No...look, damn it, we're not thieves!"
"Oh yeah? What kind of giant goes around wearing a full set of plate armor?"
"We're here on official business, bud, I suggest you calm down..."

Gaheris himself was silent, now back to his slouched position. He looked around the town- bustling, still at this time. Someone was preaching about religion nearby- though religion and mythologies have never really reached Gaheris's ears. Somewhere else, someone was being spoken to by guards as well-- though, a woman who had been engaged in a duel just earlier was already handling the situation. Gaheris himself didn't know what he was even doing here- only that he'd been sent over. He was ready to find a comfortable looking house and pass out against its walls when...

"...--!!!!"
Somewhere near, a shopkeeper was trying to adjust the crooked sign on his stall. It was leaning to the right far too much. "Ah, blasted wood! Never gonna be able to attract travellers to my shack with a bad sign!" The old shopkeeper murmured, though...
...the frantic footsteps of plated boots caught his attention instead, almost making him drop the sign entirely.
"AaaaaAAaAAA--!!"
Gaheris practically launched himself at the stall, greatsword clattering to the floor as he stopped just in front. His right arm shot out and held the sign in place so that it was perfectly aligned. His head turned to the startled shopkeeper.
"...Nail...!!"
With shaking hands, the shopkeeper began to nail the sign again, confusion creasing his wrinkled face. "M-Mister, you really don't 'ave to, y'know? I mean-- I was just--" As he finished though, Gaheris let go again and straightened up, picking up his sword.
"Must...help. Can't...be useless." He flailed his disabled left arm, as if proving his words, and began to shuffle away, leaving an extremely confused shopkeeper and two, extremely confused guards.

They were now in an awkward position- a 9 foot tall giant, armed to the teeth and wielding a greatsword, was now going around town looking for imperfections to sort out, and the two guards that had escorted him here had no idea where he was.

"I-- I can't believe we lost a giant in a town...!"

 

[CombatReadyPenny]

As the female Incrusian walked through the town, she got mixed emotions. It didn't help she bore the thieves guild emblem plus being an Incrusian, Tara did have a feel to her that couldnt really be pinpointed. She tossed a rock in the air and caught it over and over as she walked. Her chest bore various magic crystals, no matter how many times the guards tried to force her to hand them over.

One occasion a guard tried to force her to hand them over with putting her at gun point. She calmly returned the favor by having him at Crystal point, with a sword. "Now, how about you drop the gun, and I drop my sword. Deal?" she asked him, without breaking a sweat. She had been through a lot of discrimination and this was just a bit more. Eventually the guard put his gun down as he was informed the Incrusian from the thieves guild was to be a Guardians assistant.

Honestly, she wasn't too thrilled about it either, but if it helped her live on a good amount of payment, she was in. That's all she cared about nowadas... That, and finding her 'dad' to make her human again. She put her sword hilt away and continued walking. Unaware of what she had gotten herself into.

 

[Sybil]

Spessartite Phos
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“Well, isn’t this a nice cozy little town, and full of characters too!” The girl’s footsteps laid deep imprints into the grass and dirt before she made it onto the more solid ground, her body being deceptively heavy for something humanoid, but she couldn’t help it due to her body. The rocky covering that seemed like a crude dress over top their paler ‘skin’ of smoother stone, occasional gems at the surface, their head having two gems moving in their sockets as they glowing a soft amber color. What surprised her more is the clattering noises of combat and the screaming of rage, how lively! She would walk into the crowds stand tall above most all humans, looking down with a small smile as her rather social nature made the crowd feel warm to her limestone heart.

On occasion she would catch a wary eye of a Civilian, asking here or there with a friendly smile, “hey there! Do you know where the guardians are meetin’? I heard it was around here somewhere from the next town over.” Unfortunately for the living landslide, most would mutter this or that, uncomfortable with such a strange being, but she didn’t let it bother her since she even though she herself was strange. She would continue to wander, unsure of where to end up. That was until she caught sight of a small human with animal traits and long blonde hair. Surely they were here for the same thing.

“ ‘Scuse me! Are you here for the guardian thing? You look pretty.... unique!”

CombatReadyPenny

 

[AlphaKyle]

The sun was setting lower in the fall sky, hiding behind the tree line, and casting strange shadows on the road to Frontirville. The two guards at the front gate already tired and beginning to lose their minds at who and what have been coming into town, now see another figure steadily approaching from the distance.
"Now what..." the guard to the left grumbles
For almost a week Sulevi has been jogging from the West Academy, with strict orders to find a group to search for an artifact on the outskirts of Fort Vainlight. Not feeling a hint of exhaustion from his journey, Sulevi approaches the Guardsmen with not a single sweat drop on his brow.
"Evening! I have ughhh.. is this?... let mee seeee.." Sulevi fumbles around his small pack to search for his recently awarded Guardians badge and LOI (letter of instructions) The Guardsmen share glances and one rolls his eyes as the other heaves a sigh.
"FrontierVille!" is this FrontierVille? I am here on official Guardian Bu-" being cut off quickly by the right Guard
"Look Elf, so far today we have seen a person with tentacles, a lass carrying what looked like a lion cub, another girl riding a horse with smoke coming out of her helmet, a knight with a fairy, some weird chicks; one looked like a cat, another looked like she just woke up from the forest, and another was literally made OF ROCKS!!!!"
"don't forget about the giant.." added the other guard almost half asleep
"OH YEAH, AND THE FRICKIN G I A N T!! So if you could just join your freak friends inside and leave us alone that would be a light-send!"
Stunned by the display of frustration Sulevi almost barked back, but recalled how he called him an elf. He was an ELF. Sulevi's chest filled with pride and he strut in almost completely forgetting the outburst. waving them off and headed towards the center of the town. Once he reached (what he could only guess) the center of the town a crowd gathered in front of a visibly bigger building then the surrounding ones. He noticed the rockgirl approaching the felinelady, the tentacle person preaching some religious nonsense, and the Steam Helmet lass holding a whip. By instinct Sulevi readied his spear, and surveyed the rest of the area. Spotting the miss with the Lion cub, and two other individuals that he didn't recognize.
"Looks like I found the group." He says to himself with a grin and almost trips over himself... Where is the giant?

 

[hostage]

Esta Faeven​

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The town of Fairville was not impressive. Far to busy and bustling, full of normals who lived the most regular lives seemingly possible. Esta stalked through the streets, her chin high as she made her way to the center square. A slimy little man bumped her, giving her a nasty look before scurrying off to who knows where. Esta rolled her eyes as she slipped down a back alleyway to get some respite. ​

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The rays of light fading in the sky informed her that night was falling. She'd have to find the rest of the Guardians soon. But before that...​

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Grinning savagely, Esta strode to the center square, her cape billowing around her. Under the cover of her shadows, she had managed to cut a few purses. Her pocket was comfortably full of silver and gold coins, as well as a necklace and a pair of glasses. The glasses weren't needed, but somebody has pissed her off, and not being able to see was a perfect punishment. But just as she was about to duck out of an alleyway near the center, something huge sent her tumbling heel over heel. A giant man came walking by. Esta narrowed her eyes. "You oaf! Try not to crush us all down here, will you?" she called angrily. ​

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[-robert-]

Leafa

Meanwhile, in a forest near Frontierville...

"Hey you, come back here you meanie!" These words echoed through the peaceful forest, agitating the sorrounding animals, the culprit was a young elf girl, trying to shoot down a running deer, she had been chasing this deer for a long time, and it was finally time to catch it. "Just... STAY STILL!" She yelled as she shot an arrow at the deer, which ended up hitting a tree, scared by the arrow the deer started to run faster and heading towards the village near the forest, Frontierville. The girl started catching up to it, but she couldn't get a clear shot due to the constant movement, once they finally reached the village the deer stopped, exhausted from all the running, the elf girl finally had a clear shot, she took a step foward and... BANG!

The girl had slipped on a rock and fell flat on her face on the road, frightened by the sound the deer ran back to the forest. "Oww... my face hurts... and my leg too... also my foot... my whole body hurts... uh, wait a second, these people don't have pointy ears, are those the ones daddy warned me about before he told me to run away? He told me they were dangerous, but they seem pretty nice! I'll see if we can be friends! Hey is that a butterfly?" She looked up at the tree where the insect had gracefully landed, attracted by it's shiny colors she decided to climb up the tree, slowly but steady, due to her injuries, she made her way to the top of the tall tree. But to her disappointment the butterfly had already flown away by the time she reached the branch it was in. "Wow I can almost see the whole city from here!"

... "Hey wait a second... that person over there, in the center of the town! He has pointy ears! I have to go meet him! But my body still hurts... It would take to much time to get there... I'll just have to make him come here!" She breathed deeply and shouted with all her forces, "HEY YOU WITH THE POINTY EARS AND THE YELLOW HAIR! COME HERE PLEASE! IN THE BIG TREE! HELP ME COME DOWN!"

AlphaKyle

 

[billthesomething]

Miska Dunwich

Miska was stopped from saying anything when he caught sight of the gleaming armor of a Knight amongst the onlookers, he was certain he would be arrested (or possibly even killed, where the knight to be another fanatical paladin) on the spot, where he/she to see what lay beneath his robes, so he was relieved to see the knight move on. Allowing him to focus back on the shorter preacher before him.

"I preach the word of our dear Ocean Mother's love & compassion, and you accuse me of Blasphemy?!" Miska's face beneath the hood was no longer bearing the joy-filled grin like before, having been replaced with a deep frown. He hoped, he could convince the preacher to leave him alone, without any conflict, but Miska had his doubts about that being possible, with how the Fanatic was behaving and the two 'peacekeepers' behind him seemed to be just itching for a fight erupt.

Miska reached for his baton, best to have it ready and not need to use it, then not have it and need it, he thought. Though he had no desire to participate in a scuffle, especially if that knight were to return, they would likely side with a local rather then an abomination such as himself

"These fine people do not need to hear of your heretical faith! You're a Darkborne in disguise, you intend to lead this flock down the road, of vileness & debauchery!" With that accusation, Miska's mood worsened causing the effect of his aura to amplify unintentionally, cause those closest to feel the same rage that Miska felt.

"WHAT, VILE! My Faith is not heretical, debauchery! that is hearsay, and you know it. You Foul Tith Waster!" The Fanatic launched himself towards Miska
Aryasaurus

 

[Kabboom]

Jericho
The fall was rather... painful, to say the least for Jericho. Despite being 23, where men are supposedly in their prime, getting gravity-kicked in the shins by a 25-year old general girl, followed by falling onto the ground in gambeson and chainmail, hurts like hell. "Ooh, you got me good there. Let's call it a draw then. Up for another rou-" The man said, whilst getting up and patting off the dust on his back simultaneously, before being cut off by a rather disturbing sight. He confessed to himself, he should've expected this. After all, this was the frontier, and rules barely exist out here.

A lady, fine one at that, being harassed by Imperial guardsmen. Do these men not have respect? Is their self-esteem, their standards, their dignity so low, that they would prey upon women in broad daylight, in front of her... lion... child, no less? He sheathes his shortsword, disgust and annoyance filling him. He quickly walks out of the little "arena" made up of the audience, his pants still tracking dirt with every step.

The Maria girl speaks up, but quickly gets shut down by the guardsmen, with a simple "Piss off, hag!" from one of the guardsmen, who didn't even take the time to turn around. Truly annoyed, but not angered, Jericho whistles at the men, before opening up, provoking them. "Oi, butt-hatters! Yeah, you! You and your cute little boyfriends!" Angered, the guardsmen turn around with a scowl on their faces, looking at Jericho, with his dirty gambeson and chainmail, and dirt running down his posterior. Some of them laugh at the man, before their apparent leader shushes them with a small movement from his hands.

"You must not be from around here. In case ya can't see that well, we're Imperial Guardsmen! We can do whatever the hell we want! Go piss off and mind yer own damn business, dirt-ass!" Despite the threat from Jericho, the guardsmen still hold their ground. Perhaps it was his gambeson and his overall attire, that didn't make him look at all Guardian-like, which is probably the only source of confidence these cretins are drawing from. "Make. Me." Jericho said firmly.

Without a shroud of hesitation, the leading guardsman immediately draws his sword, ready to strike down Audaton. Couldn't keep yourself out of trouble for just one day, thought Jericho. Swiftly, his shortsword was drawn out from his scabbard, striking upwards and deflecting the guardsman's horizontal strike, allowing Jericho to move in and shoulder bash the man, throwing him a few steps backward. He would've stumbled and fallen, too, if it weren't for his goons catching him pathetically.

The guardsmen all draw swords now, but only the leader is still enthusiastic, seemingly hell-bent on slicing Jericho's ass in half. They come at Jericho, with strikes coming before and after stabs, which he deflects masterfully and effortlessly, despite having been in intensive sparring combat with Maria since the early afternoon or so. Over the span of just a few seconds, four out of five guardsmen have more or less been discouraged from pursuing further combat with the man, either with a persuasive kick or punch to the gut or gonads, or being tapped in the head rather non-lightly with the flat face of a shortsword. The leader of the guardsmen, seemingly an unruly lieutenant, remains locked in combat.

His inferior training and physique becomes his downfall, as he clumsily swings his sword, out of breath. Taking full advantage, Jericho disarms him with a swift strike, the metallic clang of the sword hitting the cobbled floor ringing out through the street. Angered beyond words, the lieutenant takes one final swing with his fist, but then he only found himself with a broken nose, and being restrained from the back. All attempts to break free fail. Now, he switches back to his words.

"Y-You fuckwit! Lemme go! I'll get your ass arrested, lemme go!" Jericho scoffed at him, which visibly made him nervous, whilst still keeping up his tough face. "Th-The hell you laughing at? Lemme go! I'm serious!" Jericho looked at Maria, who looked rather surprised by this turn of events. With a simple nod from both sides, she let go of her sword, and, like a different entity altogether, it flew directly at the lieutenant, making him squeal from fear. But alas, the blade did not pierce him. Only his belt buckle.

As the sword, held aloft by naught but the gravity powers of the Theodosiel lady, turned slightly, the lieutenant's pants fell to his feet, revealing his underpants to the crowd of onlookers, with a suspicious stain in its front. Calmly, Jericho whispered into his ear. "I hope this is a valuable lesson for you. You know who I am. You know who we are. You know what we're capable of. So I do sincerely advise you: don't mess with the ladies. They're bad for you. Consider some men in the future." He spoke, before letting the man go, by booting him in the butt towards his other guardsmen. Defeated, in pain, and humiliated, they promptly retreat.

Sheathing his shortsword whilst patting more dirt off of his pants, Jericho greeted the lady, who seemed to have an artificial type of beauty. "Sorry about that. Guardsmen are supposed to be better. Are you okay?"

Trappy Vyseryx

 

[AlphaKyle]

As Sulevi was trying to figure out how he couldn't see a giant amongst men he heard a forceful, almost commanding, scream. Trying to find the source of such a voice he heard the last part of
"BIG TREE! HELP ME COME DOWN!" and fixated on the tallest tree swaying above the rooftops behind him. Then he spotted her, her?! A girl was sitting atop the tree and Sulevi sprang into action.
Gracefully bounding up the side of the building and onto the rooftop, and he got a clearer sight of the girl. He was almost at all full sprint towards the tree when he leapt up to the closest branch and started climbing up the base of the tree.
"Hold on for just a second!" Sulevi exclaimed as he climbed towards her. when he made it to the top he began scolding her,
"What in the elders names are yo-" he almost choked when he noticed her ears. Elf ears much bigger then his own, but elf nonetheless. He was taken back by even seeing another elf out here. He began in his native elvish tounge, reverently,
"My name is Sulevi Kapanan" pressing his hand to his chest "who are you, and where does your tribe call home?" nodding back to the elf girl.
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[QizPizza]

Audun the Fallen
Audun woke up in a tavern, trying to remember what he was doing in some dingy old building. He looked to his left, seeing an entire barrel of ale on its side. He picked it up with his left hand, wanting a drink, only to find the barrel empty. Angered at this, he used Entropy on the cask, making it explode into splinters within seconds. In his movement, he disturbed a person leaning on his right. The person on him was a young woman, no older than 20, naked and very visibly drunk. Audun shoved her off as he was able to recall the events of last night. He had been indulging himself in human desires at this backwater tavern, apparently, he had been enjoying himself a bit too much. Further inspection of the tavern reveal a dead body, if you can even call it that at this point, was splattered across the floor, no doubt the work of Entropy. That guy must have really ticked Audun off for that to happen.

Audun soon remembered the purpose for which he was in town for. The paladins had dispatched him to join a group of Guardians in retrieving and artifact that could destroy the Darkness. This was the opportunity Audun was waiting for. If takes the artifact and destroys the Darkness, he will become a Seraph again. He walked over to a corner in the tavern occupied by an enormous leather bag. Inside was Audun's paladin armor. He wasted no time in putting it on, but in the process the wench he had thrown off earlier woke up and saw Audun's Nephilim form tainted with dark magic. Her screams of horror were cut off as Audun grabbed her by the neck. "Sorry miss, you've showed me a good time, but I can let you go now that you've seen me like this." Audun proceeded to pick up Harmonious Discord and stab her in the stomach, letting her bleed out as he finished putting on his armor.

With Audun's recent murder, Harmonious Discord shifted into its Evil form. "DAMMIT, WENCH!!! LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE!!!" Audun wanted kill but realizes that killing was the reason his sword was like this. Instead, he wrapped his sword in his leather bag and took out his lance instead. He was not in a good mood, but while he was in his armor, he couldn't do anything unbefitting of a paladin. He soon let the tavern, adorned in his armor and made his way to the designates place of meeting. When he got there, he found place on the verge of chaos, with an abomination trying to be a preacher, two soldiers trying to kill each other and a pair of guards desperately trying to find a giant, according to their conversation. This was definitely a place that needed the presence of a savior.[/B]

 

[SCSaya06]

"For all these...I can give you--fifteen pieces."

Fifteen pieces. Fifteen small silver coins to tide him over until the next hunt. It wasn't a bad amount for the deer hide and meat but Erik personally felt it could've been better. Game had been a lot harder to come by this past few weeks and with the inflation in the capital getting worse and worse with each passing harvest, he just wished he could adjust his prices accordingly. Alas, some of these things are only worth what people will pay for them, leading him to always sell these things at a loss.

Trudging down the cobbled path leading out of the marketplace and into the busy streets ahead. Lots of vagrants strewn along, preaching about the end times and even worse, armored soldiers on horseback on high alert, keeping an eye out for any sign of the dark forces creeping in. Officially at least. Erik knows however, some of these are really just looking to start some trouble and blow off some steam. He's seen it happen several times.

"Watch it!" A mounted soldier angrily yells at Erik after nearly running him over as he passed, with the man's horse lurching backwards to avoid a collision.

"Sorry." Erik mumbles half-heartedly, his gaze trailed at the ground.

"Erik?" The soldier suddenly called out, apparently recognizing him. Erik glances up and likewise, recognizes the armored man alighting his steed.

"Bjorn?" He asked.

"It is you!" Bjorn suddenly beamed; his prior burst of anger and hot-headedness fading away. "How have you been man? I haven't seen you since--?"

"Hope." Erik reminded him. "Though I believe you and I may remember it quite differently." He chuckled. "Still...didn't think you'd get a promotion. Nice gear."

"Well, what can I say--times are tough and even the brass at the top's been needing more and more men on the front lines." Bjorn looked around the place for a bit before turning back to his old friend. "Let's go somewhere else. You don't mind if I pick up the tab for now do you?"

Erik shoves the few pieces of silver in his pockets. "You wouldn't get any complaints from me."


The old tavern buzzed with silent activity. Grizzled soldiers all sat around chipped tables, chugging down pints of beer and ale as they talked in hushed whispers. Some of the female servers danced around as they took orders and refilled jars of alcohol acting all clumsy and cute with the patrons obviously to make some extra coin but nobody seemed to be in the mood for it. Almost everyone in the tavern had one expression: SAD.

"You'd find more cheer in a graveyard." Bjorn grunted as he took off the heavy bronze helm covering his head, setting it to the side of the table.

"Alright Bjorn--" Erik sighed as he sat adjacent the soldier. "What did you want to tell me?"

Bjorn looked around the area before leaning in close. "I just overheard this from the seniors. It seems the empire's finally found something."

"Something? You mean like the majesty's lost jewels? That kind of something?" Erik joked a bit.

"This is serious Erik. Not jewels, no. I don't really know what they're describing but from how they spoke of it, it seemed to be some kind of weapon supposedly capable of keeping the bloody monsters away for good." Bjorn explained. "I didn't really believe in any of that stuff before because--well, you know? It's like with that old treasure map we found in Stormson's attic."

"Sounds too good to be true." Erik interrupted.

"Yeah." Bjorn sighed as he fished in his pouch for an old pipe. "The sizeable force mobilized by the palace says otherwise though."

"What?"

"Fort Vainlight--all cleared out. Empty. And it's not just us men either. They've been rounding up them elves and stinky animals too." Bjorn explained what he saw. "Saw it with my own two eyes. Whatever they found, they must've thought it was the real deal."

"They even took the freaks huh? Sounds interesting. What's it got to do with me?" Erik asked. In the meantime, a waitress appeared, bringing a tray carrying their orders. The two men stayed silent, waiting for the young girl to finish setting down their silver and earthenwares. Seeing as the order was all accounted for, the waitress gave them a polite bow and walked away.

"Well--" Bjorn continued, sticking the pipe in his mouth. Seeing this, Erik just sighed and reached out with his right hand. With a flick of his fingers, small traces of magical energy flowed and ignited Bjorn's pipe. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it."

"A scholar working for the Evocation Department was curious about this artifact. Says he wants it for himself and is willing to pay a hefty sum to anyone who can get it for him." Bjorn explained. "A reward bigger than anything you can probably imagine."

"I don't know, I can imagine quite a bit." Erik sighed as his gaze turned to the ceiling. "Besides, why tell me all this? Wouldn't you want to keep this entire hoard to yourself?"

"Well--there's a bit of a problem. See, me unit's moving out in a couple of days. Fort Atreus has been sieged by the bloody monsters and has requested for reinforcements. So I can't exactly go on this expedition. I can always run away but the captain will have my head if he finds out you know? Besides, I can't do that--" Bjorn flicks his fingers, mimicking the way Erik does his magic. "--thing you do. I was thinking maybe, you can help me out with the job. We split the bounty, 60-40. Come on man. Me daughter's birthday's coming up in three weeks and I wanted to give her something special."

"30-70. My way." Erik countered, chugging down a glass of ale. "If I'll be the one doing it, I deserve a bigger share. Besides, hunting doesn't pay as well compared to an imperial soldier."

"Fair point." Bjorn raises him an eyebrown in half-agreement. "How about 35-65? Your way."

"Doesn't sound too bad. Alright." Erik finally relents. "So what do you want me to do?"


"Frontierville...God, this place's gone to the dogs."

Just outside the village, Erik had set up a small watchtower for himself in one of the more inconspicuous tree he could find; one with thick, heavy branches and and dense leaves. He had decided to bring along most of his gear in case anything unexpected happens though he had to let go of most of the armor due to him having outgrown them already. Making himself comfortable within the dense trees, he leaned back a bit, watching the scenery unfolding before him. There was still a bit of time before the job starts it seems so he took out a piece of bone from his rucksack and started carving away with his dagger, humming an old tune to himself as the seconds passed.

 

[CrowOuttaHell]

Gaheris Agramar

The giant had been wandering for far too long. He had corrected some of the imperfections in town, though he still hadn't found his goal. What was he here for? It wasn't like the two guardsmen knew, either- and quiet as he was, it was beginning to grind on his patience. On the lookout for any more imperfections, Gaheris felt something bump into his thigh. Initially he thought it was just a barrel...but barrels didn't speak. And this one seemed to be yelling at him.

He stopped, looked about him for a moment, and realized that the shouting was coming from below. Gaheris looked down to find a woman barely reaching his waist. She was the one that had yelled at him, draped as she was in a cloak.
No imperfections. Gaheris bit down on his tongue to keep himself from apologizing- it was practically a drilled instinct in him to apologize should someone yell at him. Slave conditioning and all. But then Marguerite's words interfered with his thought process, and so he managed to keep himself from looking like a pushover.

"Couldn't...see."
His voice, broken as it was, came out as he faced the woman. His left arm practically dragged along with his turn. He lightly tipped his head downwards in a show of...damn it, apology. He couldn't get it out of his head.
Luckily though, the sounds of a squabble in the center plaza caught his ears. There was the unmistakable sound of a sword being drawn, though as Gaheris turned to look at it, his limp arm slammed dully into the door of an inn. The sign read that it was The Grindes...though Gaheris couldn't exactly read. Still, it was enough to startle a few customers inside.

And more importantly, the sign became crooked.
"Aaaaa...!!!"
With almost blinding speed, Gaheris propped his greatsword against the wall and got to work on readjusting the sign.
"Not...aligned...!!!!"

hostage Pilgrim59

 

[hostage]

Esta
Esta turned on her heel, sending a venom filled glare at the giant. Raising a dark eyebrow, she watched as he feverishly fixed a sign. She turned on her heel and swept away, aiming for the town center. She eyed a crowd of townspeople and skirted around the edge of the grounds. Esta settled on a soft patch of grass beneath a tree, cloaking shadows upon herself.

The crowd was dotted with peculiar figures. Two knights who had been clashing rather savagely. Some religious man who had been preaching of some other gods with a fervor, but he was..not exactly calm. A young-looking lady with a baby, but she shimmered supernaturally, as if under a glamour. Two elves by a building, who were conversing. And a knight accompanied by a girl, running around the grounds. I'm guessing that's them, she thought.

Esta pulled the cowl of her cloak down, reveling in the cast it sent over her face. She twitched her fingers, sending the shadows rippling around her, with splashes of light mottling the ground around her. After she was finished adding touches to the light, Esta pulled out a slim knife. She tossed it from hand to hand, twirling it elegantly. The light cast off of the silver blade, seemingly a star in the hand of a god.​

 

[Pilgrim59]

Hearthfall Season - Sunset
Sashi
The Grindes Inn, Frontierville

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The earth shook beneath her, and all was suddenly dark as she stepped outside. Eh? Was it already night time? But the warm aura of the sun yet lingers on her pale skin. There, she lifted her gaze and saw herself shadowed by the tall giant. Her thoughts grounded and her body petrified by the gigantic creature that stood in front of her. Was he lost? Is he a Darkborne? What's going on? The village was already turning into a second Imperial capital with the arrival of all these distinctive figures, including Sashi herself. With a multitude of questions she started out with, the answers continued to dwindle by every second in this place. Nevertheless, she studied the giant's work and visage, as he gave heart to fixing The Grindes's crooked sign. Without much reservation, the petite druid tapped on his armor gently, while raising her heel to grab his attention at a modicum of reach, albeit exhausting to carry out due to their extreme height differences.

"Pardon me, mister tall metal, are you... alright? Here... Have some baked potatoes."

Sashi smiled, as she continues to reach towards the sky with some baked potatoes in her hands, offering it to the tall metallic shade. Although her thoughts had voided her of any interactions with the others, Sashi chose otherwise, breaking the bonds of her neglectful nature for once - and it made her felt different. It was not exactly what she was looking for when she decided to go on an adventure, but it was simply pleasing to study others - at least for now.

CrowOuttaHell

 

[-robert-]

Leafa

The girl's face spread with excitement and happiness watching the yellow haired elf jump from building to building, and she became even happier when he finally reached her, however that quickly changed when the elf started to talk in a very strange language to her, she gave him a confused look and scratched her head. "Uhm... what? ... ... Oh you're talking that strange language daddy and mommy used to talk! I really never got to learn it... I mean I did but I don't remember how to speak it anymore, could you please talk normally? My name is Leafa by the way!". She waved at the elf and giggled at him, she noticed his ears weren't as pointy as hers, but decided not to talk about it, she was always told to never critique another's ears, that's the one thing she never forgot. "Anywhooo, I injured myself trying to hunt, you know, those fluffy things with four legs, I don't really know why I was hunting it down though... Hmm... Oh right! My daddy told me to run away from our village as far as I could, but I got hungry! Then I saw a beautiful butterfly!". She giggled at him and adjusted her flower in her hair.

AlphaKyle

 

[CombatReadyPenny]

Terra looked to the girl with a sigh. "Yes, yes I do. It should be the center where everyone is gathering." she said as she turned the corner to get to said center. "and who are you?" she asked the girl.

The path she had just turned down was a narrow way with shops and homes on either side. At moment like these, Terra would put her hands on her sword hilts. But she was sure that no one would mess with the Incrusian and the earth elemental walking down the way. Damn, that sounds like an opening to a really bad joke. "It's this way." she said a bit cautiously.
Sybil

 

[Sybil]

Spessartite Phos​

The gemstones looked up from the Incrusian to the less-than-reputable alleyway, tilting their head slightly at the path. Sure, it looked a bit small, but honestly, the elemental had the same idea that getting jumped was unlikely for them both. With what sounded to be a deep breath they nodded, the sound being something left over from the days she still had flesh and bone rather than a necessity.

"Well, I hope we aren' too late to the party because that would just be awkward as shit, wouldn' it?" Spessartite, you yourself are awkward enough for the whole.

CombatReadyPenny