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Finished [Ryken City] A Visitor From A Far Away Kingdom

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The Imperial Logia Academy of Ryken

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the sprawling grounds of the Imperial Logia Academy of Ryken. Towering spires and grandiose structures stood as testaments to centuries of knowledge and tradition, as whispers of magical secrets lingered in the air. It was within these hallowed halls that the destinies of Ryke's elite were shaped, and where the art of magic was mastered.

Jocelyn Waynwood, a baron's daughter from The Kingdom, found herself at the heart of this prestigious institution, her world colliding with the arcane wonders of the Academy. The decision to send her on exchange to Ryke could very well have been seen as both an honor and a challenge – a chance to expand her perspectives and immerse her in the intricate web of noble politics that governed the protectorate.

On the day following her orientation, Jocelyn awaited the next chapter of her journey. At the gates of the Academy, bathed in the soft light of dawn, stood Eliza – a student whose name, interestingly, was not accompanied by any surname. Eliza's presence at the gates was not a mere coincidence; she was entrusted with guiding Jocelyn through the intricate tapestry of Academy life. But not only was Eliza present at the main gate, but so too was an adventurer by the name of Shael. An elf of exceptionally pale complexion.

The air crackled with anticipation as the three young women, each from different worlds, prepared to embark on a journey that would intertwine their fates. The Academy held its breath, aware that within its walls, the threads of destiny were about to be woven together in ways that would echo through the annals of Ryke's history.​

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Eliza's steady gaze met Jocelyn's as she stood at the Academy gates, the weight of responsibility evident in her expression. With an air of quiet confidence, she extended a welcoming gesture to the newcomer.

"Jocelyn Waynwood, I presume?" Eliza's voice carried a measured warmth, her eyes reflecting a blend of curiosity and determination. "Welcome to the Imperial Logia Academy of Ryken. I am Eliza, and it's my pleasure to guide you through the intricacies of Academy life."

Eliza's gaze then shifted toward the elf standing beside her, Shael, whose presence seemed to add an unexpected layer to the unfolding story. "This is Shael, an adventurer with experiences that transcend the ordinary I'm sure. She'll be accompanying us on this journey, providing insights beyond the Academy's walls."

As the trio ventured into the Academy's enchanting grounds, Eliza began to share tales of the Academy's rich history, its renowned professors, and the diverse array of magical disciplines taught within its halls. Her words were measured, revealing a depth of knowledge acquired through years of immersion in both academic and practical pursuits.

That was until they reached an outdoor gazebo neatly set and ready for afternoon tea "With that out of the way, would you both care to join me for some tea? You may ask me any questions you have both about the tour and in general, what say you?"

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"A bloom unseen is not unfelt, its fragrance sways the strongest wills."​


In the fledgling nation that was the Protectorate of Ryke, a country that had thrived for scarcely a few generations, its prosperity knew no bounds. As Jocelyn Waynwood passed beneath the sweeping archways of the Imperial Logia Academy, she was met by grand towers and elegant façades — triumphant symbols of Ryke's swift rise to prominence. It was a nation in its youth, yet it boasted exceptional advancements in the arcane arts, economic trade, and cultural richness, evidence of the astute governance and cunning diplomacy that fueled its ascent.

The Academy's walls, absent the marks of ancient warfare or dark, Gothic trimmings, were charged with the dynamic energy of a society poised on the precipice of tomorrow. Here, Jocelyn pondered, within these enlightened corridors, lay the accumulation of breakthroughs conceived by brilliant minds unshackled from the dogma of bygone eras. What marvels, she mused, might she uncover within this bastion of innovation—a place where her contributions might very well redefine the art of possibility?

Back home, the Kingdom of Rotia stood resilient, its resolve hardened by ceaseless combat with encroaching darkness. Battles were waged with steel and blood, yet Jocelyn perceived the underlying fragility of a single-minded reliance on force. The tides of conflict were unwavering; an unyielding display of might alone was a fool's bastion against such ceaselessness. No, dominion was not just a test of arms; it demanded a confluence of tangible prowess and the concealed machinations of a strategist's mind. True endurance, Jocelyn speculated, lay in coupling Rotia's martial tenacity with strategies subtle, yet no less potent.

The curriculum of Imperial Logia Academy was a masterclass in nation-building, the kind that had propelled Ryke's exceptional rise to eminence. Lacking neither the legionary might of larger empires nor the wealth of natural resources, Ryke had instead turned to the fertile grounds of governance, economics, and scientific progress to sow the seeds of its ascension. The potency of their advancement sprang not from sheer force or mineral fortunes, but from an unyielding pursuit of knowledge and clever application of know-how.

These hallowed halls of learning were the crucible in which the essence of Ryke's ascent had been forged. Here, within the Academy's storied walls, it was evident that while traditional valor won honor on the field, it was the carefully articulated strategies of diplomacy and the nuanced art of trade that built empires. Ryke's triumphs in the realms of peace far eclipsed the swords and shields of old.

Jocelyn resolved to dive into the depths of the Academy's pool of erudition. Her ambition was to master the realms of political artistry, philosophical inquiry, and arcane knowledge. This trinity, she postulated, held the keys to realms traditionally not envisaged in Rotian discourse. To her, wielding influence required not only an open hand but also a veiled dagger. The potential for conquest lay as much in the soft whisper of a compelling argument as it did in the clarion call to arms.

Should the need arise, where subtle manipulations falter and a show of force became indispensable? Then, she reckoned, the advancements that Ryke championed would ensure that even in times of turmoil, their diplomacy could be underscored by the unspoken threat of superior magical munitions and potent economic leverage.

Some might wonder, if privy to the depths of thought behind her hazel eyes, the full scope of the ambitions coursing through Jocelyn Waynwood's veins. What catalyst was potent enough to ignite such fervent determination in the breast of a mere baron's daughter? At its core, the answer was profoundly simple yet infinitely complex—her family.

Jocelyn was the quintessence of watchfulness, a woman who could wear a smile as easily as a shadow dons the dusk, her laughter a melody that concealed a penetrating assessment of her surroundings. House Waynwood, steadfast Barons of bountiful lands, earned their renown not merely through their proficiency in politics and husbandry, but through a unique blend of subtlety and shrewdness—qualities intrinsic to their lineage.

Yet, even with their esteemed dexterity, they were not insulated from hardship or derision. In the icy grip of a particularly harsh Greenstone winter, Jocelyn had watched her father bargain away their precious harvests at a deflated cost, with the same hands that once wielded influence now clinging to survival. She had seen her mother, a lady of erstwhile grace, seated beside her maid, needle and thread in hand, stitching back the fabric of their dignity—one tattered gown at a time.

These were not mere wounds to pride nor simple twists of fate. They were the silent embers of a silent conviction smoldering within her—a solemn vow to never bow to the whims of chance or the sneers of nobles greater in title but not in spirit. Jocelyn sought not just to carve out power, but to sculpt an era—a renaissance borne of her design, where Waynwoods would stand not as stalwart barons but as indomitable legends.

With her ambitions as her compass, Jocelyn was poised not simply to navigate the complex waters of high society, but to chart new courses, to turn the tides of fortune, and to ascend beyond the horizon seen by those who had come before her. In her mind, power was not a mere inheritance; it was a masterpiece waiting to be painted, and at Imperial Logia Academy, she would find her palette.

Having steeped herself in contemplations of the Academy's storied history and envisioned its boundless future, Jocelyn nestled her thoughts away like hidden treasure to be pondered at leisure. More immediate endeavors commanded her attention now — the commencement of her studies and the forging of pivotal alliances. With the poise and grace instilled in her from birth, she navigated her path toward the grand entrance of the Imperial Logia Academy.

As she approached, two distinct silhouettes materialized from the throng of students and scholars, arresting her gaze. The first, a blonde-haired student whose demeanor resonated with a certain regimented grace, exuded the distinctive essence of one well-acquainted with the Academy's esteemed halls. The second, an elf with a bearing that spoke of keen alertness and agility, suggesting a rich experience etched in the world's less unforgiving places. Upon introduction, the poised student, Eliza, was revealed as her guide — a beacon to illuminate the intricacies of this revered place of learning. Shael, the elf, presented with a cryptic air, was a less predictable component in the mosaic of her new chapter — an enigma to be unraveled or an unforeseen advantage?

Together, the trio delved into the heart of the Academy, a harmony of ancient wisdom and vibrant ambition enveloping them. Eliza, proficient in her role, wove enlightening narratives of the Academy's legacy, its cutting-edge discoveries, and the illustrious alumni whose feats were etched in the annals of time. Jocelyn, ever the consummate student of human behavior, was all attentive ear and keen eye, mining each word for the seams of deeper insight while maintaining the easy veneer of a dutiful new acolyte.

Every stride taken, every corridor crossed, and every tale absorbed was a brushstroke on Jocelyn's grand canvas — each moment a crucial shade and line in her burgeoning portrait of influence within the Academy. She was already beginning to lay the foundational strokes of her own legend within these grounds, simply by taking the steps in being here.

Before long, the rhythmic fall of their footsteps gave way to the serene sanctuary of a sun-kissed gazebo, its structure a testament to the Academy’s eye for both function and form. It was cradled within the arms of the undulating gardens, where blossoms unfurled and fountains whispered secrets to the wind—an impeccable setting for an exchange of minds more than pleasantries.

"Tea would be delightful, thank you, Eliza," Jocelyn accepted, her voice a waltz of courtly upbringing and underlying strategy as she soon nestled into a seat, a fluid movement of practiced propriety. Her hands, adorned with the faintest hint of lace at the cuffs, gently arranged the fabric of her gown—a woolen affair restitched with both care and necessity. The gown's modifications, executed with a seamstress's discerning eye, spoke volumes of adaptation and resilience. Its rich, deep hues spoke unspoken volumes: pride in the face of austerity, elegance sculpted from necessity.

In the Kingdom of Rotia, where the harshness of the environment and ruthlessness of survival often dictated wardrobe over whimsy, each thread was woven as much for endurance as for aesthetics. Frivolity was a luxury few could afford, and even fewer could weave into practicality. Yet, the noblewoman's attire was a subtle rebellion against constraints—a hybrid creation where need fused with desire, resulting in sartorial harmony that could only command respect.

With the aroma of tea promising comfort and camaraderie, Jocelyn turned her perceptive gaze to Eliza. “Eliza,” she began with genuine inquisitiveness lacing her tone, “your guidance today has been impeccable. Logia Academy appears to be a labyrinth of knowledge, both social and scholarly. May I inquire about the traditions one should be privy to, to gracefully navigate these passages? What unwritten lessons, would you say, are vital for one seeking to thrive in this prestigious climate?”

And then, with the same thoughtful poise, Jocelyn then directed her attention to Shael, her interest piqued by the elf’s unmistakable aura. “And Shael,” she continued, “your adventures must paint a starkly different portrait of the world compared to these cloistered halls. I wonder how the theoretical wisdom found here within the Imperial Logia contrasts with the tangible realities you’ve faced. Such confluence of academia and adventure must offer unique insights, ones I am keen to understand.” Jocelyn surmised, rather than assumed, that Shael’s life of adventure likely did not preclude an academic pursuit within the Imperial Logia Academy's halls. It was a calculated conjecture—a blending of the elf’s scholarly potential with the worldly knowledge her bearing suggested. Indeed, for someone like Shael, the rigor of adventuring could harmoniously coexist with continual learning. Assumptions had their place when woven with observation, and in navigating the complexities of this new environment, they might often serve in lieu of certainty. Yet, should her judgment err, Jocelyn conceded internally that a misstep in this minor matter would scarcely cause harm. To be mistaken was to be human—or elf—and to adjust accordingly was the hallmark of any astute aspirant within these walls.
 
Shael Xyvern

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Once again Shael was out and about for guild business. Continuing to establish herself as someone viable in the guild was pretty important to reaching her goals, and it was with more coin that she could further her ambitions. Thankfully her arrival had gone smoothly enough, and now she waited with Eliza, who had seemed friendly enough. While not as knowledgable about a lot of the architecture around them, she could still admire it to an extent for what it was. While not particularly integrated with nature, Shael had respect for the effort that went into the works, even if others of her kind might not always see it the same way. She imagined she'd be meeting who she was adding an additional layer of protection to soon enough, with the request that had gone into the guild to provide someone up for the task, which she was. When dealing with nobles, one couldn't be too careful particularly when they were in less than familiar environments, even if they seemed relatively safe. Shael did NOT want to screw up this job, that much was for certain. Upon Seeing her, there was no doubt in Shael's mind this was who the guild had indicated she was tasked with providing additional protection for if need be. Currently her Eclipse bow had been put away out of sight within the confines of her light armor, but if need be it was a moment's draw away.

She gave a bit of a respectful bow in Eliza's direction, presuming that was probably a respectful gesture to make when meeting someone who was a noble from the Kingdom of Rotia. Thankfully for Jocelyn and her's interaction, Shael was not like many Fae who simply saw other races as inferior to her own, she could see beyond the boundaries which many held the opinion of back home, this would also be good progress in trying to make good connections with others, even if she generally preferred that over the alternative adversity, it would serve a dual purpose as to show by example that not all Fae more specifically in her case a Lune elf, were conceited and stuck in their ways completely.

"Shael Xyvern at your service. Is there a particular way you'd prefer I refer to you as?"

She'd ask upfront since that was another thing she had to take into consideration when dealing with someone who was in Jocelyn's class. She hardly wanted to go and offend her right off the bat. As Jocelyn was keen for tea, Shael gave a nod of confirmation to Eliza indicating that she would follow along. She would take which ever placement made most sense for her at the Gazebo structure after allowing the other two in first, before she would join and partake.

Shael wasn't entirely sure what she was expecting but Jocelyn spoke quite eloquently like one might expect a well educated Noble to. She listened carefully to what the two of them had to say at that point. Shael generally had a pretty serious resting face. She also wasn't always someone who spoke a lot, particularly to those she did not know very well, but this was pleasant enough.
After Jocelyn she'd make an effort to ask her question as well to Eliza.
"As you know the lay out of this place best, are there are sections you'd recommend taking particular caution on my end of things?" essentially asking if there were any vulnerabilities or potential problem areas which would make her job more difficult that she should be aware of.

She then at that point took in Jocelyn's question,

"Your thought would be quite accurate. Inside an institution like this, is much different than the sorts of places I've frequented for the majority of my life, for that matter so is Ryke compared to The Shade of the Fae See where I originate. It was only until more recent years did I start spending significant time in Ryke. Personally I've found that while learning about the theoretical in education isn't always perfectly able to prepare you for what you'll face in the in the world, it can still help you quite a bit by teaching you skillsets and knowledge which may come in handy in many situations. I believe that you are much better off with it than without it ultimately from what my experience has been."

"I imagine you must have your own unique insights from where you come from, It is not anywhere I have been before."

Truthfully what Shael had heard of the Kingdom of Rotia was what a harsh place it tended to be to live, between the monster raids with the proximity to the Dark Continent and difficult winters.

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Eliza, her posture graceful and expression composed, observed the unfolding interaction between Jocelyn and Shael with discerning eyes. As Jocelyn directed her inquiries toward Eliza, the baron's daughter appeared attentive, her demeanor reflecting a blend of poised confidence and genuine interest.

"Traditions within the Academy are not bound by rigid formalities, but rather a nuanced dance of intellect and social acumen," Eliza began, her voice a melodic cadence that resonated with a measured eloquence. "The fabric of Academy life is woven with threads of respect, curiosity, and a delicate balance between camaraderie and competition. It is customary to engage in scholarly discussions, attend lectures, and participate in extracurricular activities that align with one's interests."

Eliza's hazel eyes held a glint of understanding, as if she could perceive the unspoken nuances within Jocelyn's poised demeanor. "Navigating these passages requires a keen awareness of the currents of knowledge and the ebb and flow of social and political alliances. I would advise you to attend social gatherings, but also seek out the secluded corners where profound conversations unfold. The Academy is a tapestry of diverse minds, and embracing that diversity can be a key to unlocking hidden avenues of influence."

As Jocelyn shifted her attention to Shael, Eliza's gaze lingered on the elf, her recognition of the importance of a cohesive trio evident. Shael's inquiry about potential problem areas within the Academy prompted Eliza to offer a thoughtful response.

"While the Academy is a haven of enlightenment, there are areas that demand discretion. The Chamber of Arcane Artifacts, for instance, holds powerful relics that must be approached with caution. Additionally, the Gardens of Reflection, though serene, are frequented by those engaged in confidential discussions. It's advisable to tread lightly in such spaces, respecting the sanctity of both knowledge and privacy."

Eliza's words were measured, and she subtly acknowledged the delicate balance required between Jocelyn's pursuits of political artistry and Shael's vigilant guardianship.

Shael's insights into the disparity between academic theory and the practical realities she faced resonated with Eliza. The elf's acknowledgment of the value in theoretical knowledge aligned with Eliza's own appreciation for the balance between academia and the tangible world.

"As for Ryke," Eliza continued, her gaze drifting momentarily toward the Academy's architectural wonders, "it stands as a testament to the convergence of wisdom and innovation. The Kingdom of Rotia, with its challenges, no doubt offers unique insights into resilience and adaptability. Each realm, whether the theoretical haven of the Academy or the harsh landscapes of Rotia, contributes its distinct hues to the broader canvas of understanding."

Eliza's words held a subtle encouragement, an acknowledgment of the potential synergy that could emerge from the diverse backgrounds of those gathered. With a nod to both Jocelyn and Shael, Eliza concluded, "Embrace the opportunities the Academy presents, and may the convergence of your perspectives yield a harmony that enriches not only your individual pursuits but also the shared tapestry of knowledge and destiny within these hallowed halls."

The grandeur of the Academy's architecture, though awe-inspiring, was also a reminder of the economic prowess that underpinned Ryke's ascent. With Jocelyn's attire catching her discerning eye, Eliza decided to gracefully segue into a conversation about textiles and trade.

"I couldn't help but notice the intricate details of your gown, Jocelyn," Eliza remarked, her tone gentle yet curious. "The material seems to be of a sturdier weave, well-suited for the Kingdom's climate, I presume."

Eliza, herself attired in a garment that struck a balance between elegance and practicality, subtly gestured to her own attire. "In Ryke, we often favor fabrics that blend resilience with refinement. The trade of textiles is an integral part of our economic tapestry. I wonder, in the Kingdom of Rotia, what types of textiles are currently sought after? The patterns and textures of fashion often mirror the shifting landscapes of commerce, don't you think?"

Eliza's question carried a dual purpose – it explored Jocelyn's perspective on the textile industry while also providing an opportunity for Jocelyn to share insights into the economic dynamics of her homeland. Eliza's blue eyes, a subtle blend of warmth and inquisitiveness, awaited Jocelyn's response, recognizing that such exchanges could unveil hidden facets of knowledge.

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Shael listened respectfully during the dialogue which was taking place. She was curious to learn what she could, as this was an area of Ryke which she really hadn't spent much time in at all. She was quiet for the time being while Eliza spoke. She was pleased to see that Eliza was rather eloquent and well spoken in how she communicated with the pair. She was quite easy to listen to, some Shael had met unfortunately would drone on and on about themselves or the most frivolous of things. Everything that Eliza was saying was to the point and was proving to be valuable information which Shael appreciated. Her speaking of having a well balanced academic life was one which Shael hoped that Jocelyn would take seriously. Even if it had been quite some time since Shael had gone through any sort of formal education, she knew full well that a balance was good. She was also pleased to hear Eliza touch upon diversity at an academy like this, indeed, while racial tensions weren't always the best, Ryke had the advantage of providing a more racially diverse environment where people could learn to lessen their predjuces and perhaps even befriend people who they never would have met otherwise. Shael nodded in agreement some at these points. Seeing how the one who she was supposed to protect reacted to these questions could help her see what sort of person she was dealing with personality wise, and potentially temperament, so all and all even the part of the conversation she was not part of could prove to yield some form of useful information.

When Eliza got to addressing her question, Shael perked up some and faced her, listening carefully. The Chamber of Arcane artifacts sounded like a no brainer. Don't go around touching or messing around with potentially dangerous things which could result in less than desirable results. If the administrators of the academy knew what they should be doing then the artifacts should be well protected enough that shouldn't be a risk, but even then Shael would need to watch Jocelyn carefully should she want to go there to make sure that nothing bad happened.

Then Eliza mentioned the Gardens of reflection. Another good place to note, Shael was aware exactly of what Eliza meant, Jocelyn and herself would be better off not snooping around and overhearing things which could get them in trouble with people. Hopefully there wasn't anything too serious being discussed there should they visit the garden.

"Thank you for the insight, I appreciate it. I'll keep those details in mind should we move through those areas." Shael responded matter of fact. Looking to Jocelyn as if to gage that she too had understood what Eliza was saying about needing to be extra careful in those areas, before looking back to Eliza.

Shael was naturally pleased to hear Eliza agree with her line of reasoning in how she came to her conclusion.

"I believe that Eliza is making some wise points you should consider in your time here." Shael figured she'd express that much.

At the topic of Jocelyn's outfit, Shael was in agreement,

"It looks quite well made." she commented with a soft smile.

For now Shael would listen to the discourse between Eliza and Joycelyn again, curious to see how she would respond herself.
 
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"A bloom unseen is not unfelt, its fragrance sways the strongest wills."​


It was Shael, who responded to Jocelyn's inquiries first, her voice carrying a timbre of unique experience. She listened intently as the elf detailed the stark dichotomies between the scholarly discipline of the Academy and the unbridled wilds of The Shade of the Fae See. In Shael's words, the blend of theoretical acumen with practical expertise danced a delicate ballet – not always flawless but invariably educational. “Your breadth of time spent within Ryke, and before that, in lands I’ve yet to set foot, is most fascinating,” Jocelyn nodded thoughtfully. "To navigate such a confluence of cultures and wisdom is a rare privilege indeed."

Upon reflecting upon Shael's varied past, allowing wisdom of her words to simmer, the moment then wove seamlessly into Eliza's subsequent elucidation on the balance of academic enrichment and the subtle art of social engagement. The way Eliza articulated the intersection of scholarship and society resonated like a well-tuned lyre in Jocelyn's mind. "Thank you, Eliza, for such a vivid portrayal of life within these walls," she said, with a soft yet confident inflection. "Your wisdom on navigating the nuanced dynamics of this institution offers both a lantern and compass. I am most eager to immerse myself within this junction of thought and discourse that you describe — I've no doubt that the exchange of ideas here is as enriching as the lessons within the classroom."

Acknowledging the significance of the specific areas Eliza deemed sensitive, Jocelyn's expression became one of firm understanding. "I shall heed your counsel with the importance it merits," she continued. "After all, knowledge can be gleaned not only from the pages of books but also from the places and people one chooses to engage with. The quiet alcoves and vibrant salons you speak of are akin to natural habitats wherein the Academy's true essence can be observed—and influenced."

As the dialog unfurled into topics of attire, a quiet sense of pride emanated from Jocelyn, not solely for the garment she wore but for the ingenuity it represented. "Indeed, this gown—crafted by my mother's own hands—is more than mere fabric,” Jocelyn began, her fingers grazing over the texture of her dress with a tenderness that belied deeper sentiment. “It stands as a testament to Rotia's tenacity against the biting cold, reinforcing the necessity of resilience. Yet, its refinement echoes a longing for beauty amidst our harsh climes.”

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the contours of her attire—a marriage of pragmatism and elegance. “The ebb and flow of textile trade mirrors the tides of Rotia’s fortunes, much as it must here. Wool, sturdy and reliable, is treasured as a bulwark against winters, but there is a burgeoning zeal for exotic silks and linens that reach our shores. They bring whispers of distant lands into our homes, infusing our attire with the stories they carry. Fashion, thus, becomes a silent symphony of cultures—a dialogue expressed not in words but weaves.”

In directing the dialogue further on textiles, Jocelyn deftly elevated it from a simple discussion of fabric to a exploration of economics, culture, and diplomacy. Her words subtly acknowledged the strategic importance of textiles in interweaving diverse economies and peoples. Additionally, by remarking on her mother's resourcefulness, she paid tribute to her family's resourcefulness and shed light on Rotia's adaptability to foreign influences, underscoring the nation’s dynamic role in the global marketplace.

And with conversation unfolding as it was, Jocelyn was slowly assessing her companions. Eliza’s poised delivery revealed her as a savant of the Academy, weaving through its nuanced social fabric with ease. Such a guide was invaluable; her intricate knowledge of Academy customs provided Jocelyn with a clear entry point into its coveted circles. In Shael's measured responses and respectful poise, Jocelyn recognized a counterpoint to academic refinement—a liaison between rugged authenticity and scholarly pursuit. Here was a possible ally shaped by diverse terrains, whose firsthand encounters offered an unvarnished lens into the world beyond the Academy.

This conversation, however, was more than convivial interchange for Jocelyn; it was an opening strategic gambit. She demonstrated to Eliza her global perspective and to Shael, respect for tangible skill. This exchange was not only a meeting of minds but also a subtle vetting of potential allies, affirming her preliminary assessments while contemplating the weaving of their strengths with her long-term objectives. Hence, through her carefully chosen words and observations, Jocelyn methodically begun to lay the cornerstones of her strategy.
 
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Eliza, attuned to the intricacies of social dynamics, absorbed Jocelyn's words with a discerning gaze. The subtle interplay of diplomacy, culture, and economics within Jocelyn's discourse did not escape her notice. In Jocelyn's mention of her mother's craftsmanship and the symbolic significance of Rotia's textiles, Eliza detected a shrewd articulation of not just fashion but the essence of a nation's identity and adaptability.

"Your words paint a vivid tapestry, Jocelyn," Eliza responded with a gracious smile, acknowledging the depth beneath the surface of the conversation. "The threads of textiles intertwining with cultural narratives and economic currents—such insights enrich our understanding of the interconnected world we inhabit. It is a lens through which we glimpse the resilience and dynamism of Rotia, adapting to the changing winds of trade and embracing the stories woven into every fabric."

Eliza's response carried a blend of admiration and respect for the strategic depth Jocelyn had subtly unveiled. The acknowledgment of Rotia's adaptability resonated, and Eliza recognized the potential for collaboration not only within the Academy's walls but also on a broader canvas of diplomatic and economic endeavors.

"As we traverse the halls of the Academy and delve into realms of knowledge, I sense a kindred spirit in your appreciation for the intricate dance of cultures," Eliza continued, her tone an elegant counterpoint to the unfolding dialogue. "In the realm of commerce and diplomacy, much like the interplay of textiles, there exists an opportunity for nations to exchange not only goods but narratives, forging alliances through the language of trade."

Eliza's words carried a subtle invitation, a recognition of shared values and the potential for collaborative endeavors that extended beyond the confines of academia. The delicate dance of conversation continued, each turn revealing not just the immediate exchange of words but the strategic undercurrents beneath—a dance of minds as they navigated the complexities of their respective worlds.

As the trio continued their exploration of the Academy, Eliza maintained a poised demeanor, ready to guide and observe, recognizing that the unfolding chapters of their interaction held the promise of both personal growth and shared destinies within the venerable halls of the Imperial Logia Academy of Ryken.

As the trio meandered through the labyrinthine corridors of the Academy, Eliza steered them gracefully toward the grandeur of the main gate. The sun, now beginning its descent, cast a warm glow on the architectural splendors that framed their path. Blue eyes, a reflective pool of wisdom, regarded her companions with a subtle yet welcoming assurance.

"We find ourselves once again at the threshold where our journey began," Eliza remarked, her tone carrying a touch of nostalgia. "From this gate, I shall pass the mantle of guidance to Shael. Beyond these walls lies not just the city but a panorama of Ryke's vibrant tapestry."

Eliza's words held a gracious acknowledgment of the unfolding transition. With a nod to Shael, she continued, "Shael, our esteemed protector, I trust you'll illuminate the paths that extend beyond the Academy's embrace. The city awaits, a living testament to Ryke's synergy of commerce, culture, and innovation. May your footsteps guide us through its thoroughfares, and may our journey be both enlightening and fortuitous."

With a final glance that conveyed both gratitude and anticipation, Eliza gracefully stepped aside, allowing Shael to take the lead. The exchange of roles signaled a seamless transition from the scholarly haven to the bustling heart of Ryke, where the city's rhythm awaited their exploration under Shael's watchful guidance."

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She gave a friendly nod in Jocelyn's direction.
"I'm sure you'll get to travel and see many interesting places in the world should you desire. There is much to learn in doing so. If not on your own leisure perhaps for business."

Shael affirmed in response to Jocelyn's response. She was pleased to see that Jocelyn had been receptive to what had been said so far.

During the rest of the conversation which didn't pertain to her specially Shael listened as carefully and tried to maintain a consistent level of politeness. She had a good gut feeling that there was high potential in Jocelyn. She hadn't really been sure what to expect about someone from a more elite background from somewhere like the Kingdom. Someone could equally not be very bright or talented, or kind, but the impression which Jocelyn left suggested to Shael that she was in fact bright, and teachable, very important qualities to succeed in life. Shael knew this well enough for living as long as she had and many fae did with her resistance to aging.

"I agree with Eliza's sentiments, your ability to observe the bigger picture and finer details should be valuable to you. The proper use of those skills will allow you to gain more from your education."

She continued. Feeling a bit more free to speak with how chill the semi welcome tea party had been so far, as well Jocelyn's seemingly agreeable attitude.

When the trio had finished up there and were traveling further into the corridors, Shael was vigilant the entire time, not skipping a beat. Any area there was possibility for a threat to jump out, it was likely she was making an effort for her gaze to meet it at least a few times over. She was more than ready to jump into action should it be required. Secure school or not, Shael was going to take her job extremely seriously. When they got to the area where they had been before, and Eliza was passing off the lead to her, Shael faced her and gave a small bow of assurance.

"Understood, I'll do my utmost to ensure the that this excursion goes as safely as possible. I thank not only yourself but the Adventurer's guild for entrusting me with this opportunity."

"Since it seems topical to the recent conversation regarding Ryke's history, If it is agreeable to you Jocelyn, I believe that a good way to get a lay of the land and to add some tangible context to your conversation would be to head toward one of the most central baazars, it'll give some insight into just how diverse Ryke is in culture and in races, as well as it's imports and exports. You'll get a better idea of the surrounding architecture and local plant life as well. Of course should we head there, you should be wary of any belongings on your person, as while the sights are dazzling occasional pick pockets in higher foot traffick areas are not unfounded."

It looked like Shael would be acting as a tour guide in part too. Shael felt a bit more comfortable taking Jocelyn to the area because there would definitely be a guard presence, but with her nearby ensuring her safety in addition, and it's more central location, it would allow them to more easily access other places of interest of the city as well.
 
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"A bloom unseen is not unfelt, its fragrance sways the strongest wills."​


Jocelyn's reflection translated into words as she soon addressed her companions, her eyes alight with the reflection of new concepts taking root. "Your insights continue to be invaluable, Eliza," Jocelyn expressed with thoughtful admiration. "The parallels you draw between the interweaving of cultures and the commerce of textiles is enlightening. In ways, commerce becomes a dance of diplomacy, each cultural thread strengthening the fabric of our shared histories. House Waynwood has long believed in the strength of unity - that in the intertwining of stories from far-flung corners of the world, we find greater resilience and beauty."

As Eliza concluded her remarks, gracefully passing the baton of leadership to Shael, Jocelyn's demeanor reflected respect and earnest expectation. "Shael, your foresight is as commendable as your vigilance," Jocelyn acknowledged with an appreciative nod. "Exploring the bazaar appears to be an excellent proposal, offering a veritable feast for the senses and a window into the heart of Ryke's culture. And your caution regarding potential light-fingered encounters is noted; rest assured, I am well-versed in safeguarding both possessions and positions."

Her response was imbued with the understanding that the bazaar visit would offer more than a lesson in commerce — it would be an immersive dive into the pulsating life of the city. "I relish the prospect of witnessing the city’s vibrancy firsthand," Jocelyn continued with an allowed anticipation that showed through her eyes. "Such exploration under your watchful eye, Shael, will undoubtedly enhance my own perspective on Ryke's remarkable diversity and give depth to the intricate social and economic weft that Eliza so eloquently described."

In recognizing the guidance of both Eliza and Shael, Jocelyn underscored the value of their collective expertise. “The prospect of unveiling the layers of Ryke’s society with such distinguished mentors is a venture that excites the intellect," she intoned, her stance reflecting a readiness to embark on the new experience. “Whether it be traversing the scholarly avenues within the esteemed walls of the Academy or the thoroughfares of the bazaar, it is the vibrant undercurrent of society—the lived experience—that truly holds my fascination."

Here she captured the spirit of adventure that flickered within, her pragmatic outlook braided seamlessly with the desire to draw wisdom from every encounter—each marketplace interaction, every whispered deal, the ebb and flow of Ryke's daily life. More than a desire, it was her intent to delve into the rich intricacies of Ryke, to learn from its pulse and its people in the pursuit of a broader understanding.
 
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The trio, led by Shael, ventured beyond the secure confines of the Imperial Logia Academy and into the heart of Ryke's bustling cityscape. As they navigated the winding streets, the Academy's grandeur gradually yielded to the vibrant tapestry of life that unfolded before them. The air hummed with the cadence of myriad conversations, the chorus of merchants haggling, and the occasional crescendo of laughter echoing through the narrow thoroughfares.

Upon reaching the entrance to the bazaar, a symphony of colors and aromas enveloped them. The marketplace sprawled like a labyrinthine canvas, each winding alley adorned with vibrant stalls and adorned awnings. Canopies of various hues, embroidered with intricate patterns, cast a kaleidoscope of shadows on the cobblestone paths.

To their left, a series of stalls displayed an array of exotic spices—vermilion saffron, emerald-green cardamom, and the deep mahogany of grounded cinnamon. The fragrant medley wafted through the air, a testament to the far-reaching trade routes that brought these treasures to Ryke's doorstep.

Further ahead, a charismatic storyteller held court at a makeshift stage. His animated gestures and vivid expressions drew a small crowd, enraptured by tales of ancient myths and heroic exploits. The atmosphere resonated with the rhythmic beats of a nearby drum circle, where skilled percussionists orchestrated a lively rhythm that harmonized with the vibrant pulse of the bazaar.

To the right, an antiquities vendor displayed a collection of artifacts, their origins as diverse as the tapestry of Ryke itself. A gleaming silver tiara with intricate filigree, purportedly from the sun-kissed deserts of the old continent, caught the sunlight in a dazzling display. Beside it, a weathered tome, its pages bound in aged leather, hinted at ancient wisdom hailing from the distant isles of the Eastern Empire.

The trio continued to weave through the labyrinthine bazaar, where the ebb and flow of people from different walks of life converged. Each step brought them closer to the heart of Ryke's cultural mosaic, where commerce and camaraderie wove seamlessly together. The bustling marketplace, a living testament to the city's diversity, offered Jocelyn a tangible glimpse into the vibrant intersections of trade, culture, and shared histories that she sought to unravel.

As they traversed the lively lanes of the bazaar, the trio encountered a myriad of experiences that awaited discovery—each alleyway promising a unique facet of Ryke's spirited essence.

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Shael was pleased to hear once again that Jocelyn was agreeable. “Thank you Jocelyn, I appreciate your kind words and I hope that during our time together I may continue to live up to them.” She said softly. Vigilance was key, Shael would be damned if she let anything dangerous get by her discerning gaze.

She was also glad that Jocelyn seemed to agree that exploring the bazaar was a good choice, it seemed to be Ryke was known for its strong economy and goods from all over so it only seemed logical, so to see that Jocelyn could understand that was promising. Not only that but she even sensibly heeded her warning instead of dismissing it, She’d have to thank the Spirit King for her good fortune so far as far as getting assigned to guide and protect someone who had been as kind and reasonable as Jocelyn so far, as Shael was fully expecting she could have gotten someone rather difficult instead.

“Pleased to hear it, sounds like you’ll be well equipped for our journey then.” She further added now with a smile.

Shael also nodded when Jocelyn said she relished the idea of seeing the city first hand which is exactly what Shael intended, having someone eager was much more fun than someone who was going to complain the whole time.

“Indeed there is much to see.” She added in after Jocelyn’s comment regarding perspective and diversity.

“Well said, keep these thoughts in mind when you experience the city.” She added after Jocelyn’s greater assessment.
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By the point they were in the city, Shael made sure to pay extra attention to her surroundings, staying close to Jocelyn in an effort to reduce the chance of any unsavory incidents occurring.

She heard the ever familiar sounds of the surrounding area and smiled a bit, since she had left the Fae See to go on adventures for a more diverse landscape of individuals, these sounds had started to put her at ease in her time as an adventurer. Not to mention the enjoyable sights, sounds, and scents of everyday life, which Shael might have spent more time drinking in if she wasn't on a mission. That didn’t mean that she couldn’t help guide the tour a bit and help Jocelyn to see what she thought would be nice for her based on what was going on at the moment, with taking safety into consideration of course.

When they entered Shael was quick to gesture toward the embroideries. “Here is where the conceptual becomes physical.” She said, figuring it was topical to point out given the last conversation. Then there were the spices which she was also quick to point out,

“The spice trade also has a prolific history in Ryke, one does not get so many by being passive in commerce, it has taken many merchants to get these from all over the realm, some have made their entire living on these luxuries alone.”

“Also if you happen to want to learn more about the Ryke Church Pantheon since you’re here, I’m certain that some of the more generous people here might be willing to speak to you more on the matter Jocelyn, or perhaps their business practices, it really depends what you’d like to learn about.”

“Should you want to learn about Ryke’s culture and tradition, performances can be an enjoyable way to learn, as I mentioned you should keep track of your belongings while you do this and ensure they are properly secured.” She commented on the storyteller on the makeshift stage.

“Then of course..Antiques from all over the realm end up here too for trade, even if you aren’t intending to buy, traders and sellers may be more than happy to explain to you about the origins of the item which can provide knowledge in it’s own right when you hear the story of how something was made and where it came from or perhaps even about past owners..there are plenty of opportunities to learn.”

Shael who was usually more reserved and quiet just felt..rather comfortable around Jocelyn, like she was free to speak without judgment to someone who appreciated what she was saying, it was very refreshing.

“And of course if there’s something that you’d like to take some time to stop and explore more indepth, I’d be more than happy to watch over you while you do so, so please if you are so inclined at any point let me know.” Shael further added with a soft smile.
 
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"A bloom unseen is not unfelt, its fragrance sways the strongest wills."​


Stepping across the threshold from the stately tranquility of the Academy into the thrumming heart of the city, Jocelyn's senses flared to life, her sharp eyes taking in the unfolding panorama. Within the tumult of the bazaar, she was an ethereal observer, her every glance absorbing the scene's riotous detail—the chaotic beauty of commerce in its purest form.

Her gaze swept over the stalls with the appreciation of an artist beholding a masterpiece. The spice vendors with their colorful mounds of aromatic bounty seemed to her as if plucked from the pages of the botanical tomes she had pored over in candlelit studies. In the cadence of the drumbeat, she discerned a rhythm that resonated with the very heartbeat of Ryke—a city alive with the fervor of its people and their crafts.

A gentle incline of her head accompanied the sight of the antiquities, pensive curiosity etching her features as she pondered the stories etched into each object. The grand narratives that these artifacts carried, spanning oceans and centuries, seemed to beckon to the scholarly spirit that thrived within her—a call to uncover the deeper truths of history and culture.

As the storyteller spun his tales, Jocelyn stood momentarily transfixed by the tapestry of myth and adventure he wove. Her eyes followed his expressiveness, taking silent note of the manner in which narrative could enrapture an audience, a silent acknowledgment of her own understanding of the power of story.

Amidst the lively hubbub of the bazaar, she continued aside her companions, her presence a calm within the storm of activity. The ever-shifting shadow play of the canvases overhead draped her in a tapestry of light and shadow that flickered across her attire, lending her a grounded yet enigmatic air as she traversed the lively marketplace.

Her attention shifted with purpose, from the earnest bartering at a merchant’s stall to the rapid exchange of currency and commodities, each transaction a microcosm of Ryke's economic vitality. She observed intently, her eyes capturing the myriad encounters as they unfolded—a silent study of the ever nuanced ballet that was trade and negotiation.

With every look, every glance, Jocelyn’s quiet observation was her dialogue with the world around her, a testament to her intent to learn from this untiring mosaic of human expression. Each interaction, each shared laugh or furrowed brow at the negotiation table, was a threaded piece in the expansive fabric of the city's narrative—a living illustration far removed from the theoretical constructs of her formal education.

Her disposition betrayed nothing of her internal monologue, yet her focus and the careful placement of her steps hinted at an active mind, ever-engaged, gathering not just insights but the essence of the society that rushed actively around her.

Jocelyn's focus, however initially lost in the sensory feast of the bazaar, found her immersion faltering as Shael shared her impressions, drawing her attention back to their shared exploration. Shael’s motions toward the splendor of embroidered crafts and the richness of spices unfolded the wonders of the bazaar like the pages of a vast, living encyclopedia – one Jocelyn was eager to study.

As Shael pointed to the canvases and spice mounds, Jocelyn was struck by the thought, 'Here, theory is woven into reality,' resonating within her as she observed the confluence of trade and history manifest in the bustling stalls. The vendors were not just merchants but storytellers too, their goods a vibrant narrative of faraway lands bridged by the daring spirit of commerce.

The integration of faith and business within Ryke, as Shael mentioned, sparked a fresh intrigue in Jocelyn. Her mind marked it as a theme to explore, considering the depth such intersections could lend to her understanding of societal structures.

Caught once more by the storyteller's skilled oration, Jocelyn appreciated the cultural richness in his performance, silently nodding to Shael's reminding counsel about keeping valuables close – a wisely pragmatic chorus to the enchantment of the bazaar's cadence.

Jocelyn's gaze lingered on the antiques. As mere whispers in the grand chorus of the marketplace, they hummed with the legacy of bygone times, urging her to consider the numerous stories lying dormant in their forms. She recognized the silent lessons they proffered, acknowledgments to histories written not just in words but in the very essence of things crafted and cherished.

The kinship offered by Shael stood contrary to the norm of mere guard and ward, forming a bridge to genuine dialogue and mutual discovery. Jocelyn valued this gesture, sensing the honor and intention behind Shael's manner — it was an intellectual camaraderie as much as a protective alliance.

Jocelyn accepted the silent pact of scholarship and scrutiny that Shael proposed. Their environment wasn't solely a market but a classroom without walls, and the invitation to delve deeper into the heart of Ryke's culture was one that Jocelyn, with a thankful glint in her eye, readily embraced.

Thus, after taking a moment to further absorb the lively atmosphere of the bazaar, Jocelyn turned to Shael and Eliza, her expression one of thoughtful appreciation. There was a certain deliberateness to her movements, as though her next action were both an offering and a continuation of her learning journey.

"Eliza, Shael," Jocelyn began, her voice carrying the underlying hum of the bazaar, "I propose we pause our explorations momentarily to partake in something local to indulge the palette. Consider it a small token of my gratitude for your guidance and the protection you've afforded me thus far."

She swept a hand gently across the vista of the bazaar, as if to encompass the entirety of their shared experience. "Would you honor me by selecting a stall? I trust your insights to recommend something truly emblematic of Ryke." The question held a twofold purpose—a continuous acknowledgment of their individual expertise and offering a shared moment of respite and camaraderie. After all, as it was said, a full and warm stomach opens all doors—be they to the heart, to conversation, or to understanding.
 
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    Upon Solaris's arrival in Ryke, her mind was still clouded as her heart thrummed in her ears with a heavy beat. Exhaustion plagued her body despite the aggressive best of the half-beast's heart. Fatigue consumed her mind and body as she slowly processed being out of danger. Her Husky ears flattened against her head as the feeling of nausea settled within the pit of her stomach, her vision was hardly focused. Solaris's lungs still felt as if they had been lit aflame as she experienced the signs of shock, her body slowly beginning to give out. Solaris was finally able to rest as she sat down and leaned her back against the wall behind her. Taking a moment to regulate everything the break she wasn't able to experience during the whole ordeal she had just gone through, trying to think back on it was a failed attempt, as her memories blurred, blocking out the experience somewhat as well as the things that had occurred afterward. Vaguely remembering the sounds of mechanical monstrosities, as well as the sounds of villagers talking. But the clarity of those memories felt non-existent. She was lucky to have survived the near-death experience, an experience that would there be embedded in her mind, after an experience, she had more determination to study healing, as if fate itself was proceeding to weave that path into existence. As she stayed in that spot, her breathing slowly began to regulate itself, the heavy beating of her heart began to regulate, though the burning sensation was taking longer to ease itself. Her clothes were tattered and had burns, though the burns had been unintentionally caused by her instead of her pursuers. Her paws clutched the catalyst around her neck, though with the determination to fulfill this goal she had to recover first. Her senses slowly began to refocus on her surroundings. The sounds of chatter among different people she could vaguely hear among other things. Eventually, her breathing was back to normal, and the sensation of burning finally began to ebb away more gradually. As her symptoms let up, she felt back to normal for the most part, minus the exhaustion and fatigue she still experienced.



 
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Eliza welcomed the proposal with a warm smile that mirrored the ambient glow of the bazaar. Her blue eyes, akin to cerulean sapphires, reflected genuine appreciation for Jocelyn's gesture. "Lady Jocelyn, your generosity is most gracious," she responded with a nod. "Ryke's culinary offerings are as diverse as its people, and a taste of its flavors will undoubtedly add another layer to our exploration."

Turning her attention to the colorful array of stalls, Eliza scanned the bustling marketplace. Each vendor presented a unique tapestry of aromas, beckoning with the promise of culinary delights. Her well-trained senses discerned the subtleties of spice blends, the sizzle of grilled meats, and the sweet undertones of confections that wafted through the air.

"Allow me a moment to consider our options," Eliza suggested with a thoughtful expression. She gracefully approached a nearby stall adorned with a vibrant canopy, its proprietor skillfully flipping skewers over a flame, the savory scent of seasoned meats enticing passersby.

Engaging the vendor in a brief exchange, Eliza inquired about the house specialties, seeking to uncover a dish that encapsulated the essence of Ryke's culinary identity. The merchant, a jovial individual with a well-traveled apron, eagerly shared insights into the preparation methods and regional influences that made each dish unique. [Business C]

After a brief deliberation, Eliza turned back to Jocelyn and Shael, her eyes sparkling with culinary anticipation. "I propose we sample a platter of 'Spire Skewers,'" she suggested, her tone carrying a touch of excitement. "These skewers feature succulent morsels of spiced meats, infused with a blend of Ryke's signature spices. It's a local favorite, celebrated for its bold flavors and the artistry of its preparation. Or well I suppose I should say the blend of spices is unique to Ryke, the spices themselves coming from many a trading nation beyond our borders. It's a unique mix of spices from afar, like Ryke itself."

She gestured towards the inviting stall, where the aroma of grilling meats intensified the allure of the dish. "What do you think, Lady Jocelyn, Shael? Does the suggestion appeal to your senses? If you have any preferences or dietary considerations, feel free to share, and we can explore other options together."

The marketplace, with its vibrant stalls and animated vendors, became the backdrop to this shared moment of culinary exploration—a chance for the trio to indulge not only in the richness of Ryke's flavors but also in the camaraderie forged amidst the diverse tapestry of the bazaar.​
 
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  • Chatter echoed through the assortment of stalls as vendors catered to their customers. Delicious smells wafted through the busy streets of the Baazar as food was made and sold to their respective consumers. As mere seconds ticked by, Solaris relaxed in the moment of her temporary respite. The escape had been rough, but she was out of the forest now. As she recovered from that she felt a wave of calm over her. The Baazar was filled with a lively atmosphere that calmed her nerves. The burning sensation and her lungs and heart had finally ebbed away, as well as the pain that she had experienced from her relentless running. Her attention was caught when she had felt the painful churn of her empty stomach, signaling a need for food. The half-beast couldn't remember the last time she had eaten. Solaris supposed it was time for her to go and retrieve something to eat. Placing one of her paws on the wall, she carefully lifted herself up, placing the hood of her dress over her white hair, she began her search, exploring the bizarre. She had found a vendor that was selling skewers. She approached the stall.



 
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Shael listened to Jocelyn attentively when she spoke up, still paying attention to their surroundings every now and again as she did so.

“If that’s agreeable to Eliza as well, then I’d be more than happy to partake in a culinary experience with you Jocelyn. I agree and am of the belief that understanding the food of a place can play a great role in getting a better understanding of it from a community and cultural perspective, as well as give a sense of what is valued.”

Shael was agreeable to them selecting a stall which would give Jocelyn a proper experience of what the multi-cultural trade center of a country had to offer, giving a nod of confirmation her way.

She also found Eliza to speak most eloquently once again. She allowed Eliza to handle the scanning for the time being since she seemed rather enthusiastic for the endeavor and she had no doubt she’d select something most appropriate.

This time Shael would give Eliza a nod of acknowledgment as she said to allow her to consider their options, spectating and staying close to Jocelyn for the time being as she reckoned a guard should.


“Very well then, I’m certainly open to having them, I presume that’s okay with you Jocelyn? It sounds like a grand way to experience how the mingling of spices from all around can benefit a dish, as Eliza says, it sounds very encompassing of Ryke: how many from diverse backgrounds commingle and work tougher toward prosperity, a lesson in my opinion which could be taken well in other parts of this realm.”

Presuming the group found it agreeable, Shael found her eyes looking over toward Solaris curiously, To Shael’s discerning gaze perhaps something seemed a bit off, not knowing the context it was something of interest and given her increased vigilance. Presuming that Solaris was close by enough, Shael figured she would speak up.

“Is everything okay there Miss?” She inquired with a concerned, rather than confrontational tone, figuring that title was probably appropriate for the unknown beast looking individual, unaware of Solaris’ circumstances. Even if Solaris didn’t appear to be a threat or anything of the like or perhaps they had been someone in need or none of the above in any case better safe than sorry in Shael’s mind.
 
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"A bloom unseen is not unfelt, its fragrance sways the strongest wills."​



Jocelyn listened attentively as Eliza weighed the culinary options, her connoisseur’s acumen evident as she interacted with the vendor. Eliza's manner spoke of an artistry and refinement that Jocelyn deeply admired—a discernment that sought out not just superficial delights but genuine cultural expressions.

When Eliza recommended the Spire Skewers, underscoring the rich blend of flavors and spices that set the dish apart, Jocelyn’s gaze was instinctively drawn to the sizzling grill. Breathing in subtly, she caught the nuances of the seasoning amid the wafts of smoke. Eliza’s insights rang true; encapsulated within these skewers was a miniature representation of Ryke itself, where diverse elements are harmoniously combined, each contributing their distinct zest.

“The Spire Skewers sound impeccable,” Jocelyn responded with a genteel smile. “It appears a culinary adventure awaits us. The meticulousness in their preparation surely elevates these skewers beyond mere nourishment.” Casting a glance around the buzzing bazaar, she added, “And what more fitting place to savor them than here?”

Moving towards the inviting stall, the energy and fragrances of the marketplace encapsulating what the Spire Skewers symbolized made Jocelyn revel in anticipation. She observed how the confluence of sounds and aromas blended with the merchants' calls and the shoppers' chatter, creating a unique synesthetic mosaic emblematic of Ryke.

Upon spotting a beautifully arrayed platter of skewers at the vendor’s booth, curiosity and anticipation lit up Jocelyn's demeanor. The skewers, with their alternating slivers of meat—hints of chicken, lamb, or beef—interspersed with vibrant vegetable pieces and rich spice rubs, were more than food; they were edible masterpieces that mirrored the cultural melange of the city and its people.

"May I have that one?" She indicated towards a skewer that particularly caught her fancy, then smoothly retrieved her coin purse from the depths of her skirts pocket, doubling the requested amount as she handed it to the vendor. "This is for my companions as well."

With her choice secured, she prepared to indulge, yet her keen awareness of her environment never waned, not even amidst the delight of the culinary exploration ahead. It was then, out of the corner of her eye, that she noticed Shael addressing a nearby figure of interest, their cloaked demeanor stirring an air of concern as they approached the skewer stand.

A subtle turn allowed Jocelyn's attention to rest upon the stranger—a woman, judging by her silhouette, shrouded under a hood. The stranger’s gait bore a palpable weariness, and her attire, tattered and singed, spoke of recent travail. Pausing at Shael’s inquiry, delivered with tact yet brimming with compassion, Jocelyn observed the unfolding interaction.

Intrigued and silently considering if the hooded figure might be in need of assistance, or perhaps simply drawn to partake of the bazaar’s offerings like any other patron despite her concerning condition, Jocelyn placed her trust in Shael and Eliza’s capable hands. Should the situation require a delicate touch, she felt confident in their collective ability to navigate the encounter gently.
 
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Eliza gracefully accepted Jocelyn's nod of approval for the Spire Skewers, and her heart warmed at the Lady's graciousness, not only in accepting the suggestion but extending the generosity to include her companions. With a nod of gratitude, Eliza acknowledged Jocelyn's thoughtful act of camaraderie.

As Jocelyn approached the vendor to select a skewer, Eliza's keen eyes caught sight of Solaris, the mysterious figure in the hooded cloak. The woman's weariness was palpable, her tattered clothing suggesting recent ordeals. Eliza's curiosity stirred, and she couldn't help but wonder about the stories veiled beneath the worn exterior. In a place like Ryke, tales of adventure and misfortune often intertwined, and Eliza found herself silently contemplating the nature of Solaris's journey.

Jocelyn's order, generous and encompassing, was met with a swift and skilled transaction with the vendor. Eliza, leveraging her business acumen, engaged the merchant in conversation, her eloquence weaving a compelling narrative of the group's collective order and the potential for future business. The vendor, enticed by the prospect of increased patronage, found himself agreeing to a complimentary skewer, appreciating the promise of future endeavors with esteemed customers. [Bussiness Expert] (Bussiness C)

With the free skewer secured, Eliza turned her attention back to Solaris. Approaching with a gentle smile, she extended the skewer towards the hooded woman. "You seem like someone in need of a meal after an eventful journey," she remarked, her tone warm and understanding. "Consider this a token of hospitality from our party. Please, come join us. You look like you've something on your mind, care to share your woes? It might help, you never know."

Eliza's eyes conveyed an unspoken invitation, an acknowledgment that, in a city like Ryke, every traveler had a story, and sharing a meal was a bridge that transcended differences. Whether Solaris chose to join them or continue her solitary path, Eliza's gesture stood as a testament to the openness and warmth that resonated within the heart of Ryke's bustling bazaar.

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LOCATION: RYKE BAZAAR


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    "I'm okay...at least for now."



    Solaris replied to the fae. Although a part of her questioned the show of concern from a stranger, she didn't ask questions about it. Regardless, it was refreshing to speak to someone without worrying about getting out of who knows where, when the Blonde offered her one of the skewers she had taken it carefully holding it between her paws. She was grateful, but it made her wonder if people in Ryke normally did this with travelers? Perhaps it has something to do with the nation being known for it's trade, making the nation a prosperous one in terms of trade and transport. If Solaris recalled, she could vaguely remember hearing that Ryke itself had a known academy. She thinks about how to reply. After taking everything into consideration, Solaris answers,



    "Thank you ma'am, I'll accept the invitation to join you."



    She then took a bite out of the skewer about she was thinking about whether she should go through that story...it was an experience that felt unbelievable even for someone who came from a nation where stuff like advances in magical machinery were in constant motion. Perhaps it would be more believable for someone with an eye for mundane technologies. Maybe someone from Widersia was always up to making weird gadgets. So she summarized it.... to the best of her abilities.



    "It's a long story, so in short... But on my travels I got kidnapped, and so had other people. There were these mechanical monstrosities made with what seemed to be mechanical parts and corpses in what I assumed to be an abandoned building in the middle of nowhere. I got separated from the rest of the group just after getting out, then there was a fire. And then those things got out as well, but thanks to some help I was able to make it out. I hadn't realized how close it all was to Ryke. Not until I got here anyway. My name's Solaris Hearthen. I'm from the Duchy."



    It was the best she could do at the moment. She would've objected to telling the story if she had been trying to grasp at the details mentally, as most memories of the ordeal felt foggy and distant. Perhaps the only reason she was willing to tell any sort of summary of the story to anyone. At this point, it felt like she was attempting to grasp on a weird nightmare though she knew it was real.



 
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Shael was quick and brief to acknowledge Jocelyn's kindness with her own nod of approval and a bit of a smile. It was nice to see someone from an upper class background being so giving, and even if Shael could have just as easily refused, it was likely more of a kindness to allow Jocelyn to be generous.

While Jocelyn was able to take in the environment and the prospect of enjoying the result of Ryke's rich history of trade, Shael was still preoccupied with her job, which was keeping those who she was with safe. Thankfully from what she could tell so far Solaris did not appear to be a threat. She was focused on the notable new face, that while she got a sense that Eliza was working her business skills to secure an additional skewer, she probably did not pick up on all of the skillful nuances with her attention elsewhere.

Shael nodded when Solaris said she was okay for the time being, even if she didn't exactly seem like she had been or was exactly okay even now but perhaps there were different levels of okayness. Shael was pleasantly surprised to see Eliza offer to invite Solaris to join them.

"I'll say I'm inclined to agree with Eliza, pleased to have you with us. There's certainly enough to go around." she would have added in after Solaris accepted the invitation, giving her a bit of a soft smile. It was pretty clear that there was quite a bit to look forward too as far as the skewers went if they tasted remotely as good as they smelled.

Shael stayed on alert looking around the area every now and again, as she listened to Solaris speak. The story sounded like one filled with trial and tribulation for certain. "Well no wonder... you've been through much based on what you are telling us. I commend you for making it out of there alive, not all can say the same but at the same time while I know my words alone aren't much.. I'm terribly sorry you had to go through so much." That was at the sort of experience which must have been traumatic. Regardless Shael was sincere in her feelings and the way she articulated herself.

Upon hearing there had been a combination of corpses and technology, Shael couldn't' help but feel like her skin was crawling some at the very idea. Not only that but a kidnapping, that was absolutely dreadful too. Even if it was farfetched Shael hoped that one day conflict like this would be a thing of the past, but as long as people wanted to go well beyond what they should in reckless pursuits, horror stories like these would persist.

"My name is Shael Xyvern, from the See of Chearon, I am a member of the Ryken Adventurer Guild, and while I wish I could say I was meeting you under different circumstances, It is nice to make your acquaintance, Solaris Hearthen. While I am currently on a quest, I am certain if you deem it appropriate I as well as others are here who may be able to assist you in getting back on your feet." ,her tone formal, but not cold.
 
Jocelyn Waynwood
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"A bloom unseen is not unfelt, its fragrance sways the strongest wills."​


Jocelyn couldn't help but observe with quiet approval as Eliza adeptly transformed a mundane transaction into an opportunity for connection. With elegant charm, Eliza had secured an additional complimentary skewer from the appreciative vendor through her savvy negotiations. But what truly impressed Jocelyn was how Eliza swiftly paid the thoughtful gesture forward. No sooner had she obtained the treat than she offered it to the road-weary stranger in a heartfelt display of hospitality.

Jocelyn perceived the subtle shift - how the hooded woman's guarded wariness yielded to openness as she accepted Eliza's kindly invitation. A glimmer of gladness stirred within Jocelyn, touched by witnessing how even a humble skewer could forge the beginnings of a connection when proffered with compassion.

As the stranger began recounting her harrowing tale, Jocelyn listened intently, hazel eyes widening at the mention of macabre “mechanical monstrosities” - disturbing amalgams of metal, magic and lifeless flesh animated by some malevolent design. She couldn't repress an inward shudder at the ghastly image, even as scholarly fascination simultaneously kindled at the outlandish concept. What tragic ends or misguided dreams, she wondered, could have driven someone down such a morally bereft path, weaving cold artifice with the sacred sanctity of life? Though outwardly poised, the disturbing implications of it all roiled within her.

When Shael stepped forward to greet the stranger—Solaris, as Jocelyn now knew her to be called—nobly declaring her allegiance and sincerely extending aid should it be needed, Jocelyn felt a swell of admiration for her gallant guardian. Ever diligent yet brimming with compassion, Shael embodied the virtues Jocelyn held most precious.

Approaching Solaris with her own skewer in hand, Jocelyn addressed her in mellifluous tones: “I am Lady Jocelyn of House Waynwood. Please know you can trust fully in Shael’s sincerity. Her offer stems from utmost honor and duty. Should you require any assistance recovering from your harrowing ordeal, you would find no soul more dedicated to providing it.”

She hoped her words reinforced Shael’s good faith, this noble fighter who had pledged to safeguard but also showed such care for a beleaguered stranger. Glancing appreciatively between Eliza, whose warmth had sparked this gathering, and Shael, whose honor now sought to uplift its unexpected addition, Jocelyn felt the first inklings of solidarity awakening. Though Solaris remained largely an enigma to them, her featuring in their crossing paths seemed an intriguing orchestration of providence. Jocelyn wondered what further surprising interweavings might yet emerge from their meeting as she met the hooded woman's eyes with a gentle smile.

 
Eliza
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Eliza's surprise was palpable as Solaris shared the unsettling details of her ordeal. The concept of mechanical monstrosities, a macabre fusion of lifeless corpses and machinery, struck a disconcerting chord within Eliza. Such aberrations seemed like a threat that transcended individual travails—a menace that, if unchecked, could herald a dark era for Ryke and its surroundings.

Internally, Eliza's keen mind processed the information with strategic acumen. A silent alarm echoed in her thoughts—a realization that the security implications extended far beyond Solaris's personal narrative. These mechanical entities, if unleashed on the unsuspecting populace, posed a danger that could not be ignored.

Eliza's pragmatic mind wasted no time in contemplating the broader consequences. A profound responsibility weighed upon her shoulders—a duty to safeguard not only the people of Ryke but also those inhabiting the neighboring regions, connected by the intricate web of trade routes and farmlands between the capital and Ryke's borders.

Amid the flavor and fragrance of the skewers, Eliza's thoughts raced, and she resolved to act with the shrewd decisiveness that defined her character. The revelation demanded a response, a calculated strategy to mitigate the potential fallout. Aware of the delicate balance between security and commerce, Eliza decided to navigate the intricate terrain with precision.

As Solaris continued her narrative, Eliza gracefully excused herself for a moment, promising to return shortly. She approached the guard captain at the main gatehouse, her composed demeanor belying the urgency of her message. Engaging in a hushed conversation, she relayed the crucial information—mechanical abominations were unleashed upon the land.

The captain's eyes widened with concern and skepticism. However, in her characteristic style, Eliza tempered the alarming report with practicality. She proposed a discreet investigation, allowing the guard captain to allocate resources without causing unnecessary panic. Leveraging her enrolment in the Royal Academy to make her warning land more true. After all, she had no reason to lie to the man, especially not as a student of the prestigious and respected Royal Academy.

Having fulfilled her civic duty, Eliza proceeded to inform the Adventurers Guild and Merchant Guilds. With strategic foresight, she reasoned that a measured response was essential. The adventurers, driven by valor and duty, would provide the martial strength needed to address such a peril. Simultaneously, the merchants, their coffers tied to the stability of trade routes, would see the value in safeguarding the economic heart of Ryke.

Entering the guild halls, Eliza artfully conveyed the gravity of the situation, punctuating her words with the promise of valuable information. The clerks, just as skeptical as the Captain, took note of the information.

Each guild reacted with a mix of concern and interest. The adventurers, drawn by the allure of a perilous quest, saw an opportunity to prove their mettle. The merchants, pragmatic and calculative, recognized the potential disruption such creatures could bring to their livelihoods. If of course, the information was accurate.

As Eliza concluded her rounds, she returned to the gathering with the seasoned grace of a diplomat who had just navigated the labyrinth of politics and commerce. Her eyes met Solaris' once more, a subtle acknowledgment that the wheels of action were set in motion.

With a composed smile, she rejoined the trio. "Thank you, Solaris, for sharing your tale. It's getting late, We should retire for the night."
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And with that, the group returned to the Academy, Eliza and Jocelyn going one way, Solaris and Shael the other. Would the information end up being useful or was it to be a dud? Regardless, it had been reported and everyone had had a good time and a tasty meal.

Thank you for playing!

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