Fantasy Guild of Heroes: Origins

[Fable]

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Inventory

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Weapons/Armor

• Leather Armor
• Cloak
• Bow
• Quiver
• Variety of Arrows
• Two Swords (Dual Wield)

Items

• "Lucky" Dice
• Lucky Coin
• Thieves' Tools
• Small Bag
• Archdevil Mephistopheles Ring; compact devil!

Companionship

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Crisis

Hostile

Negative

• Verxi (-8)
• Mephistopheles (-5)
• Ayasha (-1)

Neutral (Base 0)

• Hermy (0)
• Kasumi (0)
• Lumu (+5)
• Kyndryr (+15)
• Callie (+16)

Warm

Friendly

[/div][/div][div class=flex][div class=text][div class=header]Scarlet[/div]
[div class=tags]Location: On the road again | Doing: Talking to idiot guards. | Interaction: | Nearby/Mentioned: [/div]

Spoiler: Previous Chapter Reaction

The moment the ring took her mana and went to go deal with the army in that spectral form she knew that her little deal wasn't going to be kept a secret. She crossed her arms over her chest, having never left the spot to charge into the battle. She had taken the bag with the ring and cut the deal letting loose the devil. From this position she watched the devil do its work on the army with the limited mana she provided him with.

Marquis Black was not pleased once he realized what was going on. Yes, she did just say to not make any deals, but was this really a deal? Nope. This was an agreement because she knew that the Archdevil wouldn't want to fall back into the undead hands. She hadn't offered anything more than use of her mana for the destruction of the army. Once the army was more or less no longer considered an army, then it was finished.

Black tried to threatened her actions by means of withholding payment if the devil failed. Well, if the devil failed they'd most likely be slaughtered, so really she didn't care about the threat. Callie seemed to have decided to offer up her mana as well to power the devil to finish off the army. Scarlet being where she was didn't hear what the terms of Callie's deal was as Scarlet was basically just standing back and watching the devil to all the work. Not that she was going to complain about that.

Once it was done, Black snatched up the ring and was still livid looking. Hadn't he gotten what he wanted though? The army was defeated - for now - and he didn't have to actually cut a deal with the Archdevil. She wasn't sure she liked Mephistopheles comment about a treasured friendship, most likely he was being sarcastic, which was fine.

Scarlet rolled her eyes at the banter between Mephistopheles and Black, almost wanting to make a joke about how they should fuck and get it over with, but managing to keep that comment to herself. At least the guy kept his deal and paid them double and she got to keep the ring. A ring which about 65% wanted nothing to do with. Even his little deal about relics just seemed like a bad idea. Revenge only? Not wanting to restore himself? PAH! That was a bold-faced lie considering he had asked to posses Callie; who was exposed to be a cursed dragon. Go figure. Callie was still more interesting and fun to be around the Verxi.

Since Scarlet was now the 'owner' of the accursed ring she also got dragged along on this little venture to Xhorhas to talk to some General Audron, only to be halted by some chainmail brutes who probably were failing at their one job.

"What a coincidence, we're being sent by Marquis Black to speak to General Audron. You wouldn't want to delay the important messengers, now would you?"
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[Noble Scion]

Lumu Muna

Spoiler: Appearance

Lumu had no idea on what she should do anymore, except follow the magical wish-granting ring. She'd been rewarded by the scary man with some of the human currency and had been allowed to maintain control of her shiny rock, which had since been given a voice after it had been taken from her previously.

She'd cried and whined the entire time until it was given back, and while she longed to stare into its deep blueness once more, it wasn't quite the same now that there was someone talking inside of it all the time, but it was still pleasant to have on her person, and she'd always wanted a travel companion anyway, although Lumu had imagined that they would more around her height, and would have the same fascination with lights as she did, rather than being a light itself, but she wasn't going to complain.

The arrival at the village was spooky, what with the two guards they met wielding those stabby-sticks that didn't look very appealing at all, despite being reflective. She'd become a lot more cautious since she had tried to lick one of them back on her first days upon entering society. People had screamed a lot at her for that, but that seemed to be a habit of most of the people she had met.

The moth woman had not been very curious about the woman inside her crystal, and hadn't asked many questions, instead spending the majority of their journey humming the rhymes of her people to it while playfully bobbing it around, although the crystal, which she had been told was called Jewely, wasn't happy about it.

An unruly band of bandits

A crashing wave of dull browns and greys swiftly swept through the village as suddenly, seemingly without warning, a surprisingly large number of about 20 bandits crashed their way into the village, smashed as many nearby windows and doors as possible, grabbed whatever few things were one display. The guards, of course, noticed that their village was under attack and both screaming and yelling rang out throughout the small village, the more notable of the non-guard combatants being a rather ferocious dwarf with a pirates hat that had most definitely been stolen, an apianian woman wielding a worn-blade and a rather outlandish-looking lizard man wielding a fancy rapier with a mixture of purple and red clothing, sticking out from the rest

They had burst through the west gate and quickly stampeded onwards through there. reaping havoc and destruction along their way and setting the inn and a few of the village mage's houses alight, not even bothering to enter and attempt to thieve anything from it, and just like that, as they simply appeared in the within vision of the south gate, they all began their retreat back to the mountains.

All except two.

"LEAVE, MAGES!" The apianian woman screamed at them with a sense of hatred and fury that would've given a dragon that had just received the news that it's horde had been stolen during its late afternoon snack session a run for its recently-stolen money. The very furs the woman wore, shaking with rage, before the dwarf kicked her in the shin, to which the bee simply picked up the smaller member of the invading bandits, which was tightly holding their precious headwear to their head, and sprinted away, leaving not but smoke and terror in their wake as they followed the suit of the rest of the gang, and fled.

There were several casualties, but no fatalities, despite the raid.
Fable Rumble Fish Hanarei Tarmagon Epiphany Birdsie Reinhardt LostHaven​

 

[LostHaven]

The daily ritual of doing absolutely nothing whilst sitting in his comfy reception chair had become all but the norm for Faust, and Xylzrilyn had become accustomed to rearranging the items on the shelves for no particular reason. All seemed quiet, until the yelling began. It took Faust and his butler no more than a few seconds to realise it was likely bandits. ''Hey, aren't you going to do something about that?'' The butler asked Faust.

''Nope. You of all people concerned about mortals?''

''ABSOLUTELY NOT.''

Faust didn't say any more, and returned to his usual inactivity. What happened to the people, or the village, quite frankly, was none of his business.

At least it wasn't, until a bandit broke the window and then took several items from the shelves and ran off, completely ignoring the shopkeeper. Xylzrilyn looked on as the man ran away, gulping. They of all people knew best of the consequences of damaging the elder lich's shop.

''Did he just?''

''yep.''

In an instant, Faust disappeared from his shop.

The bandits would feel a vibration in the air, and a black robed figure, donning a raven-mask appeared before them. The cloaked man calmly waved at the crew.

''Hey. I'm Faust, we probably haven't met before. Uh, one of you fuckwits smashed my windows and took my stuff, and broke my windows. So, I'd appreciate it if you paid for that window and gave me my stuff back.''

Faust extended out his right palm, in the case that the bandits were intelligent enough to avoid a fight. Howevet, Faust did not expect those bandits to have more than four functioning brain cells.

''You have, say, one chance. Or else, I'll have to discipline you little kiddies.''

Noble Scion

 

[Birdsie]

Mephistopheles

A terror came through the village, confusing the devil-ring until one of the foolish assaulters dared name the reason for their blatant act of terrorism during wartime.

"Oh, fuck that. Give me mana! Give me it right now! As the God of Magic, it's my sworn duty to maintain the wellbeing of all things arcane! I will not tolerate some mindless chopstick barbarians burning down sacred texts and destroying the beautiful art of summoning hellfire to sear the souls of my enemies!"

"Hey, dragon woman! Can you let this be? These heretics are heading for the mountains - your mountains! We have to go after them!" Mephistopheles said, not even trying to be tricky anymore, just fuming with anger.

Naturally, he abstained from recognizing that everyone was starving and exhausted after a long day of travel.

The firefighters began to put out the flames, as one of the guards returned to the gate.

"We're having trouble with some local bandits. The military expends too much effort on war, so there's no one to deal with them. One part of the reason why there's an identity check, though if you truly are here from Marquis Robert Black, the mayor would probably like to see you. Tentatively, you are granted entry."

He stepped aside, letting them in.

The main road through the gate led down a residential district, which led to the city square.

The village of Appletree was named aptly so after a venerable and ancient apple tree in the middle of the roundabout in the center of the community, as tall as a four-story tower and with hundreds of apples on it. It was surrounded by patches of flowers planted in decorative arrangements.

It is said the tree is five-hundred years old, which made it older than Albion itself and its massive size and impossibly quick growth inspired a mage on how to apply time magic in agriculture by artificially speeding up the growth of crops. He settled here, then more people came in to cash in on the glory, and the rest was history. The village has a population of a bit over five-hundred and for each six to seven people, you'll find one mage on average; a density that is scarcely seen anywhere else.

The city square was surrounded by buildings like the village hall, a small chapel, an inn, and a tavern. Slightly down one of the streets, there was also a merchant and a neighbor weapon shop, possibly selling magic items with this amount of mages.

Fable Rumble Fish Hanarei Tarmagon Epiphany Noble Scion Reinhardt LostHaven
(I'm going to sleep. Y'all have fun, posting order or not.)

 

[Birdsie]

The dreadful aura of a lich was enough to make the scornful robbers reconsider.

"Demon!"

"Scum!"

"Go to hell!"

The group of bandits threw items at him disdainfully; his items, and a satchel of silver, which technically complied with his demands while being no less hateful. After they gave their payload away, the bandits ran away in the direction they were going.

LostHaven

 

[Hanarei]

Kasumi Yasashīha​

Kasumi looked on with a rather sour look upon her face as the bandit attack made its way through the village. It was hard to tell at all the distaste Kasumi had towards them. Her homeland had suffered with its own ordeal of bandits causing havoc. Unlike the threat of an enemy nation, bandits tended to be more like an infestation. It was extremely difficult to fully get rid of them. Even if you took out their 'camp' or their leader, they would just come back renewed after some time, not to mention the various groups that could form only further complicating the situation. While nations were know to take advantage of an enemies weakness, it tended to be the outlaws who resorted to abusing the weak as a means of getting what they want often with little regard for those they victimize.

"...We should really take care of this bandits while we are here..." She spoke more so directed to herself mumbling under her breath with the we far more inserted to refer to herself rather then imposing the others took part. She would gladly enjoy having a group to handle the bandits though she wasn't one who really liked pushing others into her 'justice'. Being permitted in Kasumi ventured forward to find the General. They had a job to do after all. She had to put aside her own personal grievances for the task at hand.

STATUS

Mentioned:Self (passively everyone in terms of muttering quietly to self)

 

[Rumble Fish]

Hermione "Hermy" Puckette

Travelling did not agree with Hermione whatsoever. She was not used to being with people to this extent. Still, it was something different. One of the things that was not agreeing with her was, with all the travelling and… bloody socialising, she was pretty much sober at this point and had been for the last couple of days. She had wine with her (in some quantity too) but had no chance to drink any of it. To say it left the Satyr feeling irritable was an understatement.

Coming into the settlement, Hermione looked around. It had been ransacked by the bandits and she could smell ashes from burnt houses. Walking up to one of them, she looked at it.
“Hm… that’s overkill. Still, seems stable enough.” She said, giving the wall of the house a kick to prove her point. There was crumbling and Hermy received a face full of soot and ashes as the remains of the house crashed to the ground.

“…I stand corrected.” She grumbled as she wiped off the ashes from her face using her poncho, making it dirtier than it already was. She saw that the bandits had been fleeing. With a huff, she uncapped her wineskin to take a drink out of it.

When Kasumi spoke up, saying they should go after the bandits, Hermy shrugged. “I could just… shoot ‘em y’know. Make things simple. I mean… why be convoluted and not just shoot ‘em?” she asked before taking a long swig of wine. She remembered having to watch stage plays during her childhood. Always about Pan damned Elves dominating and taking down some kind of beast. The number of times she got into trouble with them for losing her patience and shouting “JUST SHOOT IT!” was too many to count. Hermione had kept very quiet about her past, not a word.

Getting irritated with ash in her eyes, she pulled up the poncho further to try and clean them. As she did, she didn’t realise that the back of the poncho had come up as well, exposing some of the horrific looking scars on her back. Any questions about them would be swiftly answered with a kick in the groin.

Hermione was still rather disturbed by the vandalism. Granted, she couldn’t exactly take the high ground with this; being a petty criminal herself. But she had never done this before. Pickpocketing and dining-and-dashing were far easier to pull off. Though she had mugged people before… not her proudest moment.

Belching loudly after taking in more wine, Hermy turned to the others "...So... shoot 'em?"
Hanarei ​

 

[Epiphany]

Callandar "Callie" Stormbringer
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Callie was only too delighted to rake in her share of the treasure. Enough to buy another robe even, since she tired of the way some leered at her. The prospect of fueling a devil's revenge against the bastard who stole her body was entirely agreeable to once-and-future dragon so she cheerfully agreed to join up in the quest to reunite the aforementioned artifacts. Especially if it meant more treasure.

"Documentation?" Callie rolled her eyes but nodded along when Scarlet explained the party's purpose.

The sudden attack by bandits was surprising and...well, not especially alarming given they left her alone. Still, it got them past the guards and into the village, which had much better odds of finding a comfortable place to curl up around her gold for the night. Kasumi's suggestion they fight the bandits merited an immediate sneer, but then a more thoughtful look from the white-haired woman. "Bandits do have treasure. We could kill them all, loot what they have, return what the village asks for and leave with the remainder."

Hermonie's suggestion resulted in Callie turning a rare smile on the Satyr. "Yes, shooting them sounds reasonable enough. Anyone opposed? No? Let's go."

At which point Callie set off in the direction of the bandits.

 

[Fable]

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Inventory

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Weapons/Armor

• Leather Armor
• Cloak
• Bow
• Quiver
• Variety of Arrows
• Two Swords (Dual Wield)

Items

• "Lucky" Dice
• Lucky Coin
• Thieves' Tools
• Small Bag
• Archdevil Mephistopheles Ring; compact devil!

Companionship

Crisis (-50 or worse)
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Hostile (-26 to -50)
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Negative (-1 to -25 )

• Verxi (-5)
• Mephistopheles (-3)
• Ayasha (-1)

Neutral (Base 0)

• Hermy (0)
• Kasumi (0)
• Lumu (+5)
• Kyndryr (+15)
• Callie (+16)

Warm (25 - 50)
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Friendly (51 - 100)
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[div class=tags]Location: Bandit Quest | Doing: Talking. | Interaction: Epiphany Birdsie | Nearby/Mentioned: [/div]
So much for this being a smooth trip because barely after informing those two dense guards that they were on their way with a message did a bandit raid on the village begin. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," she sighed out. It didn't seem these were actual bandits though, they weren't really pillaging rather than going after whatever mages they could find. Scarlet wouldn't call that interesting, but strange because it felt like something only anti-magic fanatics would bother to do.

"Mephi, while I adore a good fight, they've already fled, but it seem we're going to probably have to go after them anyway," she said in a bored tone. Honestly. Scarlet wasn't into this do-good crap. And just as she mentioned this the clumsy swordswoman suggested just that. Callie was more than eager to go after them too, for the promise of treasure, but they hadn't stolen anything. "Callie, darling, they didn't steal anything from this village. I doubt they have any treasure if this is their normal behavior. However, seeing as you are all going to put your noses into this business I guess I'll have to tag along anyway."

Scarlet stretched out her arms and yawned, "It was a boring trip thus far anyway and I'm sure this General we're going to meet will give us a bonus if we take care of them. And Mephi... I'll let you have some fun too; maybe." With that Scarlet casually kept pace behind Callie.
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[Birdsie]

How to save Noble's arc:

Mephistopheles

Mephistopheles soundly agreed with Kasumi, Callie, and Hermy. "Yes, we should! Let's go after them and torture them with brimstone!"

However, the robbers appeared to have been prepared to flee. They mounted a group of war-goats who were, up until this point, gorging themselves on the grass in one of the verdant-colored plains near the village, in an open glade between trees. With that, the robbers took off in the direction of the east.

Upon seeing this, Mephistopheles channeled what very little mana he could muster without foreign aid and shot a spark of lightning at them that ignited the posterior of one of the goats, causing it to thrash wildly and throw down its rider into the nearby river, from where he went downstream at high speed.

"Curses!" Mephistopheles sounded properly angry. "We must obtain steeds and go after them..."

Fable Rumble Fish Hanarei Tarmagon Epiphany Noble Scion Reinhardt LostHaven

 

[Rumble Fish]

Hermione "Hermy" Puckette

The Satyress was surprised at the agreement from both Callie and Scarlet as they set off to chase the bandits. Wait, they were on… Goats?
“What the Pan-? Is this a joke?!” Hermy growled, a rare instance of genuine anger from the Satyr, something about that just felt wrong… whoever these people were, she already did not like them. She turned to Scarlet and Callie as they spoke of chasing them down, Callie being more interested in treasure (of course) if they had any, something Scarlet dismissed. "...So ya gonna stand there flapping yer gums or are you gonna get 'em?" she asked, to which they seemed to read her mind as they took off.

Hermione was about to join them when she heard Mephistopheles talk about needing to obtain horses to catch up with them.
“Horses!? I’m no’ waiting around for some big dumb animals- Uff- Here!” She threw her head back, taking in probably the longest guzzle of wine that was physically possible before throwing the wineskin at Mephistopheles despite him being... well a ring, “Drop that and yer dead!” A sudden sense of bravado came over Hermione as she took off at a gait that could only be described as a bizarre gallop.

Hermione was very unsteady on her hooves as she went along at her gallop, tripping over them several times at the beginning. It had been a while since she had gone at this speed, but still, it felt… good? She doubted she’d properly gain up on them but… it was worth a shot. She had overheard what the others had said about there being no treasure they stole but… still, there could be something.
Epiphany Birdsie Fable​

 

[Reinhardt]

Ayasha
Location: Appletree Outskirts
Interaction/s: Kasumi ( Hanarei ), Hermy ( Rumble Fish ), Callandar ( Epiphany ), Scarlet ( Fable ) & Mepisthopheles ( Birdsie )


Ayasha didn't know why she still tagged along with this bunch. She could have just left when the fight was over, but for some reason, she remained in their company and followed along. Perhaps she wanted to see how far they can go, perhaps she wanted to simply join them in their unpredictable shenanigans. Regardless of what the reason was, she was here now, with them

And their current plan was to get rid of the bandits.

Ayasha could care less about the welfare of the residents, but these folks want to save them from the bandits. What else could she do but follow along? After all, that was what she had been doing for days now.

So, they gave chase. And the bandits fled.

"Then a steed, we shall have.", she said with a smirk.

Ayasha whispered onto the ground some words, and blew a gentle breath upon it. After a few seconds, the grass swirled and uprooted, floating up in the air. Then, the floating grass swirled and swirled until in formed the figure of a life-sized horse.

The grass horse moved and breathed like the real animal - it even neighed once!

"This one, unfortunately, can only carry a single person.", Ayasha added. "And it will return to the earth when the time comes."

"Now...", she tapped the grass horse's back. "...who shall ride it?"

 

[Tarmagon]

Outside the village, watching chaos unfold.
To say that Kyndryr was, discontent, with the current situation would be a true mastery of understatement. Just as the 'battle' to save the town had begun, first the woman Torch, whom he had thought had much better sense, and then the woman Callie, who claimed to have once been a dragon, both made deals with the ring containing Mephistopheles' essence. While the results ended the battle in a most complete fashion, Kyndryr couldn't help but notice that the devil carried out his 'deals' to the letter. The Marquis had been good to his word however, providing payment as promised, and the little 'show and tell' from Mephistopheles and an odd being trapped in a crystal had been informative though Kyndryr couldn't help but wonder about the devil's 'acceptance' of what had happened to him. Devils never just accepted things. This seemed to be borne out when the devil mentioned three artifacts crafted to retrieve, or destroy, his demonic, Kyndryr refused to think of the devil's essence as divine, essence. And then, to compound the lunacy, the Marquis sent them on a fools errand to attempt to retrieve the damned things. Madness. Kyndryr honestly wasn't certain why he had decided to accompany the group, but then again, there were many mages where they were headed. Perhaps even some who might be members of the Shadowmongers. Kyndryr could put up with a little madness for the off chance to end another member of that organization.

That had been three days ago, and now it seemed that the various 'nobles' and 'generals' who were supposed to be working together to protect this land were working at cross purposes in nearly all things. Kyndryr supposed knowing who was coming and going was important during a time of conflict, but travel papers? What if they had been coming from a land that didn't have regular contact here? There were so many ways that people with perfectly legitimate concerns might lack the required 'papers', and far too many ways for those who didn't have a legitimate reason to acquire them. More madness. Just as it seemed they were to gain entrance through Torch's endeavors, there was a commotion inside the village.

"LEAVE, MAGES!"

It seemed that a group of bandits had chosen the same time as their arrival to conduct a raid. Meph seemed particularly incensed by the shouted comment, advocating for immediate pursuit and destruction of the group of ruffians. As several members of the little group elected to try and pursue the bandits, Kyndryr paid attention to the guard who had stopped their entry.

"We're having trouble with some local bandits. The military expends too much effort on war, so there's no one to deal with them. One part of the reason why there's an identity check, though if you truly are here from Marquis Robert Black, the mayor would probably like to see you. Tentatively, you are granted entry."

"How long has this been an issue?" Kyndryr asked the guard, paying little attention to the preparations to pursue the bandits by Meph and company. A group like that would have an escape prepared, and without fast mounts, there would be no way for them to catch up. "And, are you quite certain that they are bandits? That battle cry seemed less about plunder, and more about convincing the mage population of this town to absent itself."

Looking back as the kitsune conjured a mount from air and grass, Kyndryr sighed, then raised his voice.

"We don't know how many of them there are, how well defended their stronghold is, or anything about what we might be running into. Might it be wiser to inquire after their patterns and numbers? And perhaps... oh great good goddess! The satyr, Hermy... she went chasing after them didn't she?"

"Are there any mounts available from the guard?" he asked, turning to the guardsman who was watching the situation with quite a bit of bemusement. "It seems that things have gotten, interesting."

Birdsie

 

[Birdsie]

The guard seemed to consider for a moment, but all he did in the end was shrug cluelessly.

"I'd wager several months. It started with little things, a bit of vandalism here and there, some paint telling mages to leave town, and grew into this... Frankly, we don't have the resources to deal with it. If they tried to occupy the town, we could probably drive them out, but with fast attacks like this, it's more difficult to react. We don't have training or equipment - all our knowledge of protocol and combat is self-taught and our equipment is old pre-war surplus stuff."

"Besides," the guard changed his voice. "Even if mages dit move out of here, everyone else would follow. Most of the products of Appletree rely on magical industry. We use it for woodcutting and agriculture, and all that jazz. Telling the mages to go away is to tell our foremost, if not only source of welfare, to go away."

After that, Kyndyr asked about mounts. "Sorry, man. I'd love to help, but out of the important people in this little community of ours, only the mayor and stableman can afford horses. The guard doesn't get anything like that. Though, I do reckon the stables ought to have enough horses for all of you... if you buy them, that is."

The last sentence carried a wave reminiscent of a threat, a kind of 'don't steal or we'll have a problem,' kind of tone. Then, he returned to a friendly demeanor, though far from upbeat.

"Anyway, if you need directions or anything, I'm here on duty until midnight. After that, you'll probably find me at the inn. Name's Finnigan; pleased to meet yah."

Tarmagon

 

[Reinhardt]

Mikhel Hartmut​

VILLAGE OF APPLETREE​

It had been several days since Mikhel's last quest - one which led to his encounter with an elf named Estelle. They have been travelling together since then. Now, Mikhel's search for glory and Estelle's search for a spirit has led them to the village of Appletree.

Somewhere in the village's busy streets was Mikhel. He was sitting down on a bench, his eyes closed. It would seem that he was praying to the gods, seeking for advice. He had spent about a day or two in here without much result - no sign of quests to attain glory, nor any sign of spirits that Estelle might take interest in.

"I require your guidance, oh great gods.", he muttered. "Show us the path to what we seek."

He remained in silence for a short while, then opened back his eyes. A gentle breeze blew towards the outer reaches of the village - a common occurrence at this time of the day. Such winds caused tiny specks of grass, dirt, and wind to land on top of Mikhel's lap.

Seeing this, his eyes immediately lit up with excitement. He rose from his seat.

"The gods have answered us, lass!", he spoke with vigor, addressing Estelle. He, then pointed to the direction where the wind blew. "We shall find the next step to our glorious destinies out in the fields!"

Tags/Interactions: Estelle ( Alteras )

THIS IS BEST VIEWED ON DARK THEME​

 

[Alteras]

[div class=EstFlex] [div class=EstImage] [div class=EstTitle]Estelle Medina[/div] [div class=EstMentions] Character Sheet
Location:
Appletree Village

Interactions:
Mikhel ( Reinhardt ) [/div][/div] [div class=EstContent]"Huh...."

Estelle Medina could only respond halfheartedly. It wasn't so much that she didn't believe in the gods, but rather she couldn't believe in her partner. She looked at Mikhel in disbelief for a moment before slowly getting up.

When she had met him, she decided to follow him since, as much as it hurts for her to say it, they were both pointlessly wandering around. At the time she thought finding a possible spirit that would bind a contract with an Avant Elf would be made easier if she joined Mikhel's search for glory. Suffice to say, neither glory nor spirit has been found yet.

"..." After a moment of continued staring, she steeled herself. "Then I shall wield my blade alongside yours towards our fate!" Estelle yelled with the tips of her ears slightly red. She had utterly given up trying to form a response her non childish self would say. At least we should be able to hold our own against whatever is in that direction. [/div][/div] [class=EstFlex] width: 100%; max-width: 1000px; margin: 0 auto; justify-content: center; align-items: stretch; display: flex; flex-flow: row wrap; box-sizing: border-box; [/class] [class=EstImage] position: relative; width: 300px; max-width: 100%; min-height: 300px; max-height: 800px; background-image: url('https://www.rpnation.com/gallery/cache_5c3294dc-0ac2-4aa3-ca1b-374b39a0b5b2-png.37783/full'), radial-gradient(circle at center, rgb(230,230,230), rgb(100,100,100)); background-size: 300%, cover; background-position: 30% 0%, center; margin: 5px; [/class] [class=EstTitle] position: absolute; bottom: 10px; left: 10px; right: 10px; height: auto; width: auto; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; text-align: center; font-size: 32px; font-family: 'Cormorant'; color: #231d1e; background-color: rgba(200,200,200,0.8); [/class] [class=EstMentions] position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; top:0; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: 'Cormorant'; color: #e5e5dd; opacity: 0; background-color: rgba( 0,0,0,0.65); transition: opacity .5s; [/class] [class name=EstMentions state=hover] opacity: 1; [/class] [class=EstContent] position: relative; min-width: 200px; flex: 1; height: auto; padding: 0px 15px; margin: 5px; font-family: 'Montserrat'; [/class]

 

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Inventory

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Weapons/Armor

• Leather Armor
• Cloak
• Bow
• Quiver
• Variety of Arrows
• Two Swords (Dual Wield)

Items

• "Lucky" Dice
• Lucky Coin
• Thieves' Tools
• Small Bag
• Archdevil Mephistopheles Ring; compact devil!

Companionship

Crisis (-50 or worse)
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Hostile (-26 to -50)
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Negative (-1 to -25 )

• Verxi (-5)
• Mephistopheles (-3)
• Ayasha (-1)

Neutral (Base 0)

• Hermy (0)
• Kasumi (0)
• Lumu (+5)
• Kyndryr (+15)
• Callie (+16)

Warm (25 - 50)
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Friendly (51 - 100)
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[/div][/div][div class=flex][div class=text][div class=header]Scarlet[/div]
[div class=tags]Location: Bandit Quest | Doing: Riding ahead | Interaction: Rumble Fish Birdsie Reinhardt | Nearby/Mentioned: Everyone else [/div]
"Mephi calm down," Scarlet chided. "I can track them easily and mounts are noisy to begin with." The fox-woman summoned a horse of grass and earth causing her to quirk a brow. "One ride? One horse? So the rest will catch up later then I assume, unless you can conjure enough for everyone." Scarlet sighed and held a hand over her face to cover her grin a bit.

"I have an idea," she began. "I'll take the one time use horse and scout ahead while you lot figure out other travel arrangements. I can sneak around and get the details Kyndryr mentioned about their stronghold. Best case by the time you get your asses there I'll have enough for a better attack plan. Worst case I can use my skills to send out a flare or two. They're obviously nearby if this is frequently happening."

With that Scarlet didn't wait for anyone to object and mounted the grass steed. "Mephi, don't make a ruckus now. They're mage haters and I won't give you any mana which means you'll be pretty defenseless against them and might end up in a volcano."

She pressed her heels into the sides of the mount and went ahead. She may have been a thief but she was also a scout. Having a large group trying to be covert was a pain. Eventually Scarlet caught up to Hermoine and kept pace just long enough to inform her to just keep her drunk fuzz butt with the main group. "Be a darling and stick with the group, while you seem like a fun drinking partner, you also are very loud."
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[Swire]

Appearance:

Spoiler

Elisa De Blanche
Location - Appletree Village

Near the outskirt of Appletree a carriage with a finely dressed coachman and 2 horses rode approaching the town. Inside sat Elisa, writing down her thoughts into a diary. 'It has already been 1 week since I left Fairfax. And yet little have I found. After hearing of the heroes that kill Verraketh, I had looked to find them. After a brief search, I was directed to Appletree. But such a long journey it has been. Truly how does anyone get around like this? If I didn't intend to take so many things with me I would have simply used a warp circle. The Blanche seal practically allows us to go anywhere. Truly I am living a hard life.' Elisa chucked as she closed her book. She tried to be more dramatic in her journal then reality, with the intentions someone would have more interest should they ever read it.

As she entered the city, Elisa glanced to her right to notice a large group of people on horses leaving the town from the south gate. To the mountains, huh? Doesn't seem good. Elisa continued until reaching the west gate into the city. The carriage stopped briefly next to one of the guards.
"Name and reason for entry, please."
"My name is Elisa, I am a traveler from...The north"
"Very well. The city has been attacked by bandits recently and we have to be sure. Now keep moving"
Before Elisa had a chance to ask any more questions the Coachman was directed to enter the town, and so they did.

"If that was bandits attacking the city that I saw, then they were fleeing into the mountains. Hmmm perhaps I should go after them. No doubt others inside the city are probably wanting to, Whether they can or not. I should look for more details first." As Elisa passed through the town it was clear, broken windows and doors. Quick smash and grab. After a moment Elisa passed an elf and a warrior near the outer edge. Perhaps they know more. A warrior is always a friend and the elf seems like she could hold her own. "Hold" Elisa said raising her hand and the carriage came to a halt.

After taking a moment to brush off the dust from her dress, Elisa stepped out of the carriage to greet both of them. "Excuse me" She said giving a small bow. "Would either of you perhaps know what happened? I heard bandits attacked the village and wanted to know more information." she said in her most polite tone.
Alteras Reinhardt

 

[Katsuya]

- Blu -
- "Market, Appletree" -
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In the peaceful market place of Appletree, a somewhat tall young man leaned in and took in a deep breathe; looking pleased at the scent of freshness of the herbs in front of him. Rocking back and forth on the balls of his bandaged-covered human feet as he thrilled softly, excited and in awe of some of the more high quality plants. It's a gem to find an open shop that's filled with high quality herbs, fresh and recently cut. Usually he'd have to look for them in the mountains or near the cliffs where he came from, in the forests of Nigh. So this is heavenly for the druid-in-training.

"Ya got a gud eye on ya." His happy daze broke, perking up at the voice of one heavyset shopkeeper. The older man crossed his meaty arms over his chest and grinned proudly. "Is dere any ya wann' take, young lad?"

The young lad nodded, blue hair bounced at the motion. Suddenly screams of thieves erupted, breaking the peaceful atmosphere. He flinched and looked up along with the shopkeeper before he clicked his tongue. "Not agai'. Dat's da fifth tim' dis week." The young man tilted his head curiously. Fifth time this week?

Then he felt his belt bag being tugged as a blur of brown ran past him, cackling. "Kekekekek!!!" The thief waved a familiar tattered book. The young man looked at his now open bag before snapping back up, steely glaring. That guy just stole his medical journal!!!

"OI! COME BACK HERE!" The shopkeeper ran out of the stand, waving his fist angrily as he realized the thief stole his prized herbs too. "That basta- Oi, lad, wat are ya-?"

The older man stared, his breath hitched as the younger dropped his disguise; blue feathered wings and tail suddenly appeared, sticking out from his red robes and black undershirt. His bare human feet transformed into vulture-like talons and his hands lengthened into claws with sharp nails. His wings spread open, practically touching the other side of the street before flapping down, creating a strong gust of winds underneath. The young man shot up to the skies as he whistled low, feeling the air currents boost him up higher to have a better range of sight and followed the thief from above. Not noticing his winds blowing a cart filled with cabbages away and scattered the leafy vegetables on the cobble roads.

"AH!! MY CABBAGES!!" Screamed the cabbage vendor.

The blue haired lad followed the thief, momentarily loosing him around the southern gates. Solemnly thrilling, his brows furrowed as he continued to search for the thief until he spotted the two beings by the gates, hearing their shouts about mages needing to leave before running into the mountains. His eyes narrowed suspiciously and dived down.

That's when he spotted two red-heads from below; one running and the other riding on a grass-made . . . horse?

Well, what works, works. Besides, they were following where the thieve are going. He is going to assume that they are chasing after them too. They probably stole from them.

He wondered if he should let them know of his presence above them or not . . .

Believing it might be better to let them know, the young lad dived again. His shadow growing bigger and darker as he swooshed besides the pair.

'Chirp! Chirp chirp tweet!!!'

He motioned his hands around, one pointing where the thieves went to and bringing it back to his chest as if pleading for something. His icy blue eyes glinted determinedly as panic swirled in together. "H-helpsh f-find t-hief?" He slurred as if not used to talking in human speech. By his tone, however, he wasn't asking if they can help him; he was asking if he can help them find the thieves.

Noble Scion Fable Rumble Fish Birdsie

 

[Rumble Fish]

Hermione "Hermy" Puckette

Hearing Scarlet speak, telling her to go back to the group, she turned around to face her. She was not fazed by the fact that she was riding a horse made of grass. She had weirder stuff in her lifetime.

“No way! Was my idea to chase ‘em in the first place!” she responded, “Ain’t lettin’ you take all the glory like last time!” she was about to continue when she heard a rapid tweeting next to her. She moved her head around, expecting to find a bird tangled in her shaggy mane (wouldn’t be the first time) but was surprised to see what could only be described as a half-man half-bird trying to speak to them in broken English.

“What are ya-?” Hermione could not even finish her sentence as she suddenly felt herself hit something hard, causing her to fall backwards, her hooves flying up in the air. The Satyr groaned as she felt like her dock had been crushed under her weight “Ow! What the underworld?” she rubbed her head, her vision all blurry. Seems she had run into this poor guy who was just walking along the path.

“My leg!” he yowled as he shook his fist at the Satyr, “Watch where you are going, you big stinking-!”

“Yeah, not gonna do that.” Hermione tried to jump over him, only to hit him again and to hear a “my leg!” behind her. She turned to the bird-man.

“Ya wanna catch ‘em? Go nuts. It was my idea though!” she shouted at him as she went after Scarlet. No way she was gonna take them out alone.​

Noble Scion Fable Birdsie Katsuya

 

[Katsuya]

- Blu -
- "Chasing thieves" -
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The druid harpy blinked owlishly when the red-headed satyr ran into a man suddenly, flapping his wings to slow down and looked back. He winced as the man screamed about his leg and he flown back to pass the man a small healing potion after she kicked him on the leg again. Then he looked at the satyr-

A blue brow raised in disbelief at her statement as he watched her run after the grass horse again. Who cares of who's idea it was, he just wants his journal back from the thieves. The druid shook his head and flew after her. Chirping to catch her attention again, he stuttered something.

"O-okay." The winged lad offered his hand, looking at the grassy horse before looking at the satyr. "F-fashter?"

Rumble Fish Fable

 

[Alteras]

[div class=EstFlex] [div class=EstImage] [div class=EstTitle]Estelle Medina[/div] [div class=EstMentions] Character Sheet
Location:
Appletree Village

Interactions:
Reinhardt Swire [/div][/div] [div class=EstContent]Estelle looked at the lady in white and red, a noblewoman most likely. When she asked of bandits, she looked around and realized that thievery had occur. "huh... I must've been asleep..." she muttered softly as she stared at her surroundings, trying to ignore the pointlessly Frederican pose and line she had made a while ago.

"I guess one has indeed appeared. I'm sorry, I seem to have been asleep when it happened. Mikhel..." She turned to look at her companion. Thinking for a moment that he wouldn't at all have missed a robbery, she decided to ask anyway.

"Umm... _{how foolish of me to even ask this}... Perhaps you know the circumstances of what has occured?" [/div][/div] [class=EstFlex] width: 100%; max-width: 1000px; margin: 0 auto; justify-content: center; align-items: stretch; display: flex; flex-flow: row wrap; box-sizing: border-box; [/class] [class=EstImage] position: relative; width: 300px; max-width: 100%; min-height: 300px; max-height: 800px; background-image: url('https://www.rpnation.com/gallery/cache_5c3294dc-0ac2-4aa3-ca1b-374b39a0b5b2-png.37783/full'), radial-gradient(circle at center, rgb(230,230,230), rgb(100,100,100)); background-size: 300%, cover; background-position: 30% 0%, center; margin: 5px; [/class] [class=EstTitle] position: absolute; bottom: 10px; left: 10px; right: 10px; height: auto; width: auto; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; text-align: center; font-size: 32px; font-family: 'Cormorant'; color: #231d1e; background-color: rgba(200,200,200,0.8); [/class] [class=EstMentions] position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; top:0; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: 'Exo 2'; color: #e5e5dd; opacity: 0; background-color: rgba( 0,0,0,0.65); transition: opacity .5s; [/class] [class name=EstMentions state=hover] opacity: 1; [/class] [class=EstContent] position: relative; min-width: 200px; flex: 1; height: auto; padding: 0px 15px; margin: 5px; font-family: 'Montserrat'; [/class]

 

[Reinhardt]

Mikhel Hartmut​

VILLAGE OF APPLETREE​

"Bandits?", he shouted. "Perhaps that is what the gods have spoken to us!"

He drew his sword with a proud stance. He gazed upon the horizon afar, his eyes sparkling with great eagerness. He even had his chest puffed out - a common pose of heroes in those tales one would tell to a child.

He turned his gaze towards the two.

"There is no time to waste!", he spoke with such enthusiasm. "Come! Glory awaits!"

He, then, charged towards the direction where the wind blew with an attention-grabbing battle cry.

Tags/Interactions: Estelle ( Alteras ), Elisa ( Swire )

THIS IS BEST VIEWED ON DARK THEME​

 

[Swire]

Appearance:

Spoiler

Elisa De Blanche
Location - Appletree Village

Elisa smiled at the warrior's joy for the fight. It would be rather cynical to say it was 'too easy', but it would also be a lie if you said she wasn't hoping to find people that wanted to join. It was unlikely she could solo an entire group of bandits. Upon the Warrior actually wanting to charge in the direction of the wind she instantly doubted herself. Not enough to let him go through. "WAIT WAIT WAIT" she said having to run a bit and stop him before he got too far away. Almost falling in the process. Oh how that would have ruined my dress. she thought.

"Please, don't simply run there. They were heading to the mountains, I saw them as I came in." As she spoke she walked back to her carriage."Allow me to take you there." She said reaching her hand out as though to help them up the stairs, then looking to the elf girl.
"I only ask your names."

Alteras Reinhardt

 

[Alteras]

[div class=EstFlex] [div class=EstImage] [div class=EstTitle]Estelle Medina[/div] [div class=EstMentions] Character Sheet
Location:
Appletree Village

Interactions:
Swire Reinhardt [/div][/div] [div class=EstContent]She should've expected that Mikhel would charge forward. Thankfully the lady stopped him before he got far. Happy that she wasn't the one who had to stop him, Estelle relaxed her posture.

She looked at the hand offered to them and stared in slight bewilderment. After a few moments, she was shocked by her own imagination. Does she swing that way?! Wait, no. Maybe she's just a tomboy noblewoman, the adventurous kind. Ya, that's it... probably...

With doubts still in her mind, she decided to respond cordially to save the face of the poor coachman. "Estelle Medina, daughter of Baron Medina of Espania, at your service." With a small curtsy, she took her hand and climbed into the carriage.

Arranging blade in a way that wouldn't damage the seating, she brought forth the vast expanse of nobility's mannerisms, something she haven't had to do in a long time. [/div][/div] [class=EstFlex] width: 100%; max-width: 1000px; margin: 0 auto; justify-content: center; align-items: stretch; display: flex; flex-flow: row wrap; box-sizing: border-box; [/class] [class=EstImage] position: relative; width: 300px; max-width: 100%; min-height: 300px; max-height: 800px; background-image: url('https://www.rpnation.com/gallery/cache_5c3294dc-0ac2-4aa3-ca1b-374b39a0b5b2-png.37783/full'), radial-gradient(circle at center, rgb(230,230,230), rgb(100,100,100)); background-size: 300%, cover; background-position: 30% 0%, center; margin: 5px; [/class] [class=EstTitle] position: absolute; bottom: 10px; left: 10px; right: 10px; height: auto; width: auto; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; text-align: center; font-size: 32px; font-family: 'Cormorant'; color: #231d1e; background-color: rgba(200,200,200,0.8); [/class] [class=EstMentions] position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; top:0; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: 'Cormorant'; color: #e5e5dd; opacity: 0; background-color: rgba( 0,0,0,0.65); transition: opacity .5s; [/class] [class name=EstMentions state=hover] opacity: 1; [/class] [class=EstContent] position: relative; min-width: 200px; flex: 1; height: auto; padding: 0px 15px; margin: 5px; font-family: 'Montserrat'; [/class]