Fantasy Legend of Enambar

[Hanarei]

IC | OOC | Characters | Lore​

The world of Enambar is a medieval style land filled with magic and wonder. Mankind exists spread through the land inhabiting various kingdoms. Most of the land remains untarnished, left as a thriving wilderness yet to be explored. Various creatures exist within the world, from what we would consider simple animals to various mystical creatures we consider mythical in our world. It is a land that is shrouded by mystery.... but one that faces a dire threat. A tale of darkness has returned from shadow, seeking to corrupt the world pillars, spreading its foul magic corrupting normal peaceful creatures to be malicious and threatening to ravage the land every 300 years.

It is also within this legend one is destined to be born. Said to be the child of the Tree of life itself, they are referred to by the world as the Saint able to cure the wounds and to abolish the dark corruption no mortal magic can cure. Charged with cleansing the filth, it is their job along with their companions to venture though the vast world, cleansing the 7 pillars (said to be the very source of the worlds strength) and break into the Shadow lands in order to defeat the dark witch so she may be sealed away once more ushering a 300 year cycle of peace for the world.

The reasons you might have chosen to take part on such a dangerous task is hard to say... perhaps out of a sense of duty for the world, the riches sure to be encountered on the journey, the prestige it will give upon your name on completion, or perhaps a simple case of boredom? Whatever the reason is, it is up to you to ensure the Saint finishes their pilgrimage and defeats the dark Witch, otherwise the very world will enter a new dark age.

 

[Hanarei]

Location
City of Reisa
Date
Autumnus 18, 1504
6:13 pm. (Sunset in ~1 hour)
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The streets of Reisa echoed with the sounds of chatter as people from all over the Kingdom flocked to fill it. Colorful ribbons decorated along the various light posts and buildings as several decorative flowers were neatly set up in front of the various shops. It wasn't difficult to tell from the vendors or merchants gathered their bottom line was well being met. It was the night of the Festival, the great sending off of the Saint. While it was often attributed to celebrating the start of her journey, it also served a much more universal purpose. It gave people a sense of joy before possibly turbulent times might come.

The festivities seemed no more prominent then the town square. Within the square various officials gathered around along with an assortment of specialty vendors. Those who had elected to put their lives on the line with the Saint were meant to gather. It was as if it was some grand celebrity meet up with the various official along side many normal citizens being eager to meet the ones who would accompany the saint around the world. How much they might enjoy the spotlight was another story. At the very least if the attention wasn't much in their tastes, the free food and drink offered to them would likely help to ease the burden of such attention.

While the festivities were continuing on, the presence of one prominent figure was missing. The Saint had yet to make an appearance. The capital building stood tall before them, the Saint having entered it much earlier that way remaining inside. It was only a matter of time before she would come out along with a few dignitaries who had yet to make their own appearances at the Festival. The sun continued to shift in the sky slowly working its way towards the horizon. The first moon Taeganne could be seen, waning away each night. Its larger moon Sayre. People were far more content then they had been a little less then a week ago during the solar eclipse, what had been viewed as a bad omen and for the Saint the ultimate sign for her journey to begin.


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With this the Roleplay begins Feel free to play up being at the festival having plenty of food and drinks and lots of attention on you! Interact as you so please! Character wise you all shouldn't of gotten much time to talk to one another (unless you had previous connections) so feel free to introduce yourselves.

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[Archdemon]

Takehiko Himura

Location: Reisa Town Square

Objective: Waiting to start the Journey

Takehiko hated all of this attention, he felt like a stranger and he was. These people kept giving him food and drink which aren't even that good, it's all bland and primitive. How he misses the delicious food from home, if only he could have some Sushi right about now... The prince was where he was told to be and to wait until the whole speech thing or whatever these people have in mind.

He took a bite from a piece of bread, clearly disgusted by eating it.

"Ugh... Disgusting! Oh how I could use some real food instead of eating this slop everyday. When is this thing supposed to start anyway? I'd rather get the show on the road instead of wasting time...."

Takehiko looked around, his helmet and black armor were reflecting the glare of the sun as it receded from the sky. He looked to his sword at his side, and smiled a bit then frowned. He closed his eyes for a while, thinking and waiting for the time to appear before the crowd alongside the Saint.

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[Damafaud]

Drevis Senade
Reisa Town Square
Objective: Buying a tin of coffee
Interaction: Open


Unlike the rest of the crowd, he was satisfied to sit on a bench and slowly eating a piece of bread. He would know soon enough if the Saint had arrived from the cheering of the crowd. He looked upon several merchants he had sponsored in with approval. Their goods were not priced fairly, but their sale during the event raised their appeal to the public. After all, who would mind if the leather belt is a bit expensive when the Saint is starting her journey today? Drevis just loved how public had their priorities straight.

He finished the last piece of his bread and licked his lips in satisfaction. It was a bit bland for his taste, but the sugar he bought from a vendor at threequarters of the original price made it more rewarding. He walked toward a vendor, intending to simply admire the wares displayed while the seller was busy haggling with a farmer about the price of a sickle. Moments passed by, and the farmer left, satisfied. The seller turned to Drevis with a smile.

"Evening, sir. Does anything catch your eyes? " He took his time answering. His eyes scanned over the items before they rested on a small iron tin. He picked it up and took a sniffed. Coffee. Great quality, too. Despite the urge to broke into a grin, he kept his face neutral. The seller still looked at him with the same empty look, though his eyes betrayed his greed.

"Ah, a wise choice, my friend. That would be..." the seller and Drevis haggled for a while. Drevis kept his voice low and steady while the seller became clearly more agitated with time. People started to stare when the seller furiously raised waved his hand and Drevis kept insisting with a neutral face to buy the coffee with half the price. By the end of the trade, Drevis gave the seller a handful of coins, while he took the tin and a leather bag he bought with the coffee (the seller became less strict after he put the bag into the equation). Smiling, he walked into the crowd, ignoring the stares of others as he enjoyed the festivities.

 

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Sir Tribius Von Ulric ​

Arrival to Reisa


The dock groaned beneath Tribius as he stepped off of the boat and onto the wooden planks. With sword sheathed and his shield resting snugly on his back, he was able to warmly greet the sailors and docks men shaking hands with each of them. In his pack, his gauntlets and helmet clacked about as he strode toward the city center. He hated wearing both of them. So stifling. Before clearing the docks, he retrieved a note written to his wife that he kept within his pocket and gave it to the sailor who would be returning to Eichenwalde. “Tell her I arrived safely, and tell Ashlyn to watch out for her mother.” Tribius said, more as a command than a request. The sailor nodded, took the note, and returned to the ship.

Tribius towered over most people and his shined armor bearing the crest of Eichenwalde drew even more attention to himself. Several people stared. Some in confusion, some with interest. A General of Reisa approached him as he walked, greeted him, and thanked Eichenwalde for their service to the Saint. After being invited to a table overlooking the water, with some guards standing close, Tribius returned the polite gesture, thanking Reisa for their economic partnership and how they’ve helped Eichenwalde develop so quickly. The two exchanged formalities and drinks for a time longer, discussing politics and the status of things on their respective continents. Before departing, the General wished the Queen well and expressed his regret for being unable to partake in the Saint’s mission. The General did, however, mention an Adrienne Conaill Sergei.

“A Lieutenant within our ranks and a master tactician. With issues within Reisa requiring my attention, I wanted to ensure I dispatched only the best in service of the Saint.” He said. “This will also allow our forces an opportunity to learn from each other. When I heard the Knight General himself was aiding in the mission, I knew I had to seize this opportunity.” He concluded with a warm smile. Tribius finished his drink with the General and they both bid each other farewell.

In all honesty, Tribius wasn’t all that familiar with Reisa. He knew that the two countries shared a lucrative trade partnership, but aside from that both countries had never been in conflict or needed support from the other. Reisa and Eichenwalde had very similar governments and their own internal issues that kept them busy.

Tribius frowned and looked around to see if Fabia had revealed herself. The Coastal Guard had also dispatched one of their soldiers as well, which provided Tribius some measure of relief. He was still struggling with the revelation of the “Shadowleaves” and what they did beneath the shadows of Eichenwalde. He was also less than pleased with the idea of an Assassin watching his back. Knights, and by extension the Coastal Guard, were disciplined and orderly. Solid men and women that he could rely on tempered on the battlefield with years of experience. Assassins? Not so much.


Suddenly, a vendor on the street peddling Reisian antiques grabbed his attention. Dorothy adored cultural relics, especially those from other countries. As Tribius approached, the vendor looked up in awe at the towering Knight. “I would need these shipped to Eichenwalde.” Tribius said, looking at the vendor expectantly. The vendor stuttered and nodded, promising his best price but lamenting that shipping would raise the price significantly. Tribius nodded. “Of course.” he replied, continuing to look through the relics.

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[Birdsie]

Daniel Tytalus
Reisa Town Square

A staggering landscape; a sea of green leaves blanketing the mossy grass of the forest underneath. An abundance of rocks on a small, thin, road paved out long ago and leading to parts unknown. On this path, a single person traveling on horseback. The lethargic sound of tired hooves being pushed forward after a long journey would finally come to an end. A small, Y-shaped crossroad is where the horse stopped.

The passenger on top of the creature looked at the sign and went left, toward the capital city of Reisa.

Wearing a black cloak on top of his torso, but with the hood taken off, the man had white hair and a somewhat pale, semi-sickly complexion. His facial features were shallow but noble. His blue eyes alert and observant, yet indifferent. He wore a flaccid, somewhat baggy white shirt and a sturdy leather jacket on top of it, just under his mantle. At his waist, there was a toolbelt with several implements that an ordinary person doesn't carry; a weirdly shaped knife, several stones with blue shapes on them, and two satchels and several pouches of unknown contents. On his arms were thick, leather gloves that spanned all of his forearms and were fit for work in the field of any kind, while on his feet a pair of boots.

This man definitely didn't look like a noble of any kind; perhaps a wealthier peasant, or an average free citizen, but if he were to tell you an aristocrat; some suspicion would arise until you saw the ring on his finger. A sigil with a snake inside of a triangle quickly made it clear that he is a descendant of one of the members of House Tytalus; and clearly not an exile either. On the reverse side of the ring, there was an inscription that read: "Leitha ri' ba-gurth."

House Tytalus.

A fearsome lineage of nobles within eastern Reisa. The aristocratic bloodline ruled over several cities of their own for many years, even having a fortress of their own named after the house which also acts as their base of operations. To the public, they are entrepreneurs, businessmen, humanitarians, and the occasional mages as such talents aren't that uncommon in the family. But deep in the alleys of cities, when one speaks the name 'Tytalus' people look around and then start whispering. Rumors. Rumors about what the family does; necromancy, black magic, worship of demons, murder, putting curses on enemy politicians for gain, even inbreeding, and similar practices. Where did these rumors come from? No one knows. Are they even remotely true? No one knows. And perhaps it is better that way because while the house's members never hurt anyone for asking, to receive an actual response of any kind would be miraculous.

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Finally, the gate.

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Daniel Tytalus, Third Son of Agrippina and Gordon Tytalus. The news that a member of the house would accompany the Saint was... controversial. Some only kept pushing the rumors of black magic and how this is an assassination attempt, while others cheered for the family's decision of aiding a quest like this.

"You don't have to eat it, do you? Theirs are merely offers, not demands for you to take the food." Behind Takehiko, a man with white hair spoke. "You will accompany the Saint? Then we are comrades. Daniel of Tytalus. Who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?" Daniel's face was calm like the sky full of white clouds. It was unmoved and still, relaxed and aloof. Neither his brows nor eyes moved much when he spoke, only his lips to create sound.

Whether Takehiko heard of House Tytalus depends on how well-versed he was in local politics, but if he did hear of them, his response would probably range from anywhere on the scale of emotions. Fear, happiness, anger, or caution. All were equally likely.

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[MouseDuke]

Flynn Blackstone

Flynn took his time getting off the ship, it even took a few sailors to shake him awake. By the time Flynn had stepped foot off the dock Tribius was already sat with some big shot general of Reisa, or a least someone of importance considering the amount of guards around them. Letting out an annoyed sigh and leaning back onto a wooden post Flynn made sure to keep an eye on the Knight General. For all he knew Flynn wasn't too sure why he was chosen to join the Saint, maybe it was because of his skills... or maybe his superiors were getting sick of him and this was a good opportunity to get rid of him. However it didn't really matter to Flynn, he was happy to be out of Eichenwalde since it was getting pretty boring around there. While waiting for Tribius to finish Flynn fiddled around with his scabard, shifting it a little so that it would help him move through crowds without needlessly hitting anyone.

Once Tribius was done and moving again Flynn started to follow him down the streets. It was extremely hard to lose sight of a man that large, plus his armor gave him away instantly. Flynn was told to follow Tribius' orders once as he arrived in Reisa. Though after softly pushing through the somewhat crowded street Flynn found Tribius looking at some odd relics sold by a vendor.

"They look like a bunch of knickknacks to me," Flynn said while picking up one relic and giving it a quick look before setting it back down.Glancing over to Tribius, "I guess introductions are in order, Flynn Blackstone member of the Coastal Guard. I was assigned here to aid the Saint and take whatever orders you give me," he continued. How his captains put it Flynn felt like a Tribius' servant... a servant who could stab people effectively, but a servant
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[Archdemon]

Takehiko Himura

Location: Reisa Town Square
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The prince sighed as he took another bite from the bread, again disgust was upon his face. Yet he kept eating, as he was hungry and that this was all the food he could get for free. He then took a drink from some hot black liquid in a cup and nearly spit it out. He hated this drink with a passion! The peasants around here called it "Coffee" and that it's a well sought after commodity around these parts. Whoever desired to drink such unrefined, and backwater drink was beyond him. He took another sip and then realized that there was nothing in the coffee. There was no sugar, no nothing, just pure black coffee.

He shook his head as he just spilled the black drink all over the ground, not wishing to drink it any further. He instead got a cup of water and began drinking that instead which was twice as better as the coffee. Then something interesting happened, a white haired man had approached Takehiko. He spoke about the food and drink being offers not demands then he introduced himself.

Takehiko looked at the man, and he sighed pretty loud.

"I know they're offers, besides all the food around here tastes disgusting even the so called expensive food. I eat it because it's free and there's nothing else to eat."

It seemed self-explanatory to Takehiko but then again he was raised in luxury and in a culture much different than this one. The elf shook his head as he took another bite of the bread as he listened to Daniel. He was from Tytalus which is supposedly a noble family full of dark magic or whatever, The prince didn't care much.

"Name is Takehiko Himura, I'm the bodyguard for our Saint. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Takehiko's name is extremely foreign, and his last name was said as if it meant something. Also the bodyguard bit was Takehiko saying what he was specifically hired to do, which is to literally protect the Saint.

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[Wick]

Erik Pale (Proditor)

Current Location: Among the crowd at the Saint's Festival.
Interacted with: N/A
Currently Interacting with: Open
Feeling: Careful

The atmosphere was excited. Nearly the entire mass of people that currently bustled about around Erik were enjoying themselves. The idea that the Saint was soon to head out with a small band of merry men and women on a mission to stop the Dark Witch? The mood seemed to stream through the crowd like some sort of contagious disease, and managed even to penetrate his air of seriousness. It wasn't often he removed his mask. It usually remained on his head so that he didn't need to deal with people giving him looks. The children that passed by every now and then seemed especially curious about the patch covering his right eye. He simply ignored them. It was understandable, and he knew that. The clothing he wore felt somewhat unfamiliar as well. He rarely chose to blend in with the population, and when he did so it was best he wasn't wearing the armor given to him by the Shadowleaves.

As Erik passed a crowded produce stand, with a rather overwhelmed looking vendor, he snagged a small loaf of bread and calmly walked off with it. He was sure he wasn't the only one to have taken something from them so far. The man wouldn't miss it, and neither would anyone else. Besides, Erik was always strapped for coin. He barely ever had even a few copper pieces on him. Where was the ceremony supposed to take place anyway? Everything seemed so hectic it would be a surprise if the guard managed to clear a space for the presentation. It wouldn't be wise to simply walk up and join the Saint. After all, the group of individuals who had been chosen to join her had already been chosen. It was unlikely that anyone would get to join anymore. In that, he would need to follow them out of Reisa. From a distance of course.

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[marshmarrow]

Lt. Adrienne Sergei
Reisa Town Square | Church418 MouseDuke

Adrienne warily scanned the crowds of sailors, merchants, and warriors, not sure whom she was expecting to find but knowing she had not found them yet. She remembered names well, but all were unfamiliar to her apart from the Knight General of Eichenwalde Tribius Von Ulric. She had been notified of his involvement by her superior, mentor, and longtime acquaintance General Rhys, who seemed to revere him.

We need more soldiers like the Knight General, she recalled Rhys to say, a man stingy with praise, Eichenwalde is still patting themselves on the back for this one.

She picked her way carefully through the streets, doing her best to not draw any more attention to herself than what was unavoidable. Her boots clicked decisively against cobblestone, her twenty-eight-inch legs working double time to put some distance between herself and the Reisian guards. They were determined, but like spoiled hounds, unable to catch the fox they were bred to chase.

She slid into a side thoroughfare, catching her breath. Merchants' stalls lined both sides of the narrow street. Coins clinked, and reassurances that 'the Saint will appear soon' could be heard all around from the vendors. Turning a corner, Adrienne almost fell backwards to avoid colliding into two men who were talking and appraising the wares. They were both towering figures, but that was the only common factor between them. Their differences in demeanor was almost comical; the older man had an almost regal bearing while the younger projected the sullen disdain of an adolescent.

After murmuring a hasty, "Excuse me," Adrienne did a double-take, just catching the crest of Eichenwalde on the older, taller man's breastplate as he shifted. She took a step back and tilted her chin upwards, barely able to see the knight's eyes due to the difference in height. A cursory glance at his engraved pauldrons revealed she was addressing the Knight General of the Queen's Order.

"Knight General Tribius," she greeted innocuously in Reisian, her Sirenian accent veiling her words. "My name is Lieutenant Adrienne Sergei. I have been assigned to work with you."

She extended a hand, but her gaze flicked to the other man in suspicion. She was unable to recognize his alignment with any one nation. He looked barely out of his teens and bored out of his wits, but the two swordsmen didn't seem to have any previous history.

 

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Sir Tribius Von Ulric ​

In the Reisian Market Place

Flynn Blackstone? Tribius hadn't heard the name, but it wasn't unusual considering Tribius rarely dealt directly with the Coastal Guard and their forces. The young man appeared to be barely 20, if even that. Also strange to Tribius was Flynn's seemingly thick Sarnorian accent. Had Captain Kaplan been recruiting foreigners?​

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"Knickknacks indeed," Tribius replied, pushing his thoughts aside and greeting the boy with a handshake. "But items like these please a wife and child back home, who otherwise don't have the privilege of traveling to other nations and partaking in grand, noble missions as you and I do." Tribius looked the boy up and down, taking note of another strange anomaly. His sword, certainly of Sarnorian origin, confirming Tribius' original suspicion that this lad was somehow affiliated with that war torn country. The boy did bear the markings of the Coastal Guard, but unlike the Queen's Order they lacked a standardized uniform code allowing their soldiers to wear what fit them best. Tribius couldn't help but wonder about the authenticity of this boy.​

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"I appreciate the order from your superiors," Tribius continued, referencing the comment about Flynn being told to follow his orders. "However this mission will be quite different from anything you and I have experienced, and conventional military tactics won't apply." Tribius looked at the vendor, pointed at a relic, motioning for the vendor to wrap it for purchase. "I have taken a binding Oath to directly defend the Saint from danger. As such, my only order to you is that you protect the Saint with your life, follow the rule of law, and resist the influence of some of the more unsavory characters we will undoubtedly encounter. We are men of honor and law. Aside from that, conduct yourself in any way you see fit. I will serve as a mentor to you should you require it." ​

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Suddenly, a female approached both himself and Flynn extending a hand and introducing herself as none other than Lieutenant Adrianne Sergei, the tactician the Reisian General spoke about previously.​

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Tribius exhaled with a hint of relief. It was reassuring to him that he would be accompanied by men and women of substance, not only by those who lurk in the shadows. Tribius firmly returned the handshake giving the young woman a warm smile. "Lieutenant, I am eager to see the works of what your General described to me as 'our most proficient tactician'. High praise indeed. We will need such a mind for the challenging days ahead. Difficulty lies in wait for us, but that is what we, " Tribius broadened his arms, referring to all three of them. "were destined to overcome." Tribius increased his volume so that those around could here. "Reisa and Eichenwalde are great nations with great people. The darkness doesn't stand a chance!" Tribius belted loudly, sparking cheers from the people around them.

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[Hanarei]

Location
Reisa City Square​

The commotion through the streets only continued as more people seemed to gather all jubilant for the festival. Those who were sent to act as the Saint's own guard all managed to find their own way into the fray. From those arriving with a sense of wonder to those showing up under a weary gaze. Those who consumed and those who sold, it was no doubt of the assortment of individuals who had arrived to lend aid to the Saint. Tales of previous Saints were always done so in rather colorful ways describing a group of such varied individuals who took up the mantle, something that seemed to some extent be taking shape... though with a noticeable contender.

The banner of Eichenwalde seemed to be them most widely represented for those choosing employment protecting the Saint. Not only did they hold such representation, several relatively prominent figures from the nations military force were taking part in the endeavor. While few doubted the nations dedication for the greater good of them all, it didn't stop many, particularly those of more political leanings to see it as some grand political move. It was perhaps an expectation after having 300 years of peace. The cynical were likely to view it as some sort of power play.

Before any more conjecture could be had, a trumpet could be heard sounding from the capital building. The doors flung open as a small group of military forces stepped out in their mail armor holding their halberds. They stood in a line, keeping a strict formation. A man ventured out, looking to be somewhere in his late 30 to early 40s. His black beard was well groomed on his face taken care of. Markings resided on his face, the mans orgins quickly able to be seen to be that of a wizard, the cain he used to walk with evident to be a functioning arcane staff. The man was none other then currently head of the Senate and a prominent member of the council of Magi, Lord Branswick.

"Greeting fine citizens of not just Reisa but the very world." His voice was quite load, carried out in part seemingly aided by a form of magic to help carry his voice through the city for those to hear it that might not be close. He seemed to have a certain power behind his words, yet managed to present it with such warmth. It wasn't hard to tell his charisma had done much to help carry him to prominence to be chosen as the representative for the entire senate and act as a leading body in their affairs.

"Today marks the celebration of the start of a new Journey. Every 300 years we as a the proud mortals of this world are forced to deal with the thread of evil hidden deep beneath the very fabric of our world. It is a threat we are ill prepared to face on our own. Legend tells of the first time... the world being drawn into depths of darkness. As much as today is a day of celebrate, one must also realize the peril that we can potentially face if we are to bask in ignorance." She spoke out strongly, seeming to elect a certain sense of dread in people, the air feeling a bit uneasy for but a moment pause.

"However.. such a fate is not one we must worry about. While separated by our own cultures... our nations... our own desires... we all share a common desire. We all wish to survive. We as the mortals of this realm are not ones to simply give up and let darkness consume us. We will take it to the very shadows themselves and give them no chance to engulf us! We are united all in the desire to protect our world and strive for a better world for our child, and our children's children, until the very end of time!" His words came off much more confidence, eliciting cheers and shouts in response.

"Among you, men and women of all varieties from all around the world have gathered to you, willing to pay the ultimate sacrifice. They have willingly given up their lives in order to stand beside our savior. It is not just to our Saint, but also to those who wish to help carry her burden we must celebrate. They might be her sword and her shield, meant to protect her, but it is by their will in which our savior can purge the evil from our land and put down the Dark Witch!" He spoke out once more, pausing afterwards as more cheers filled the crowd. A few lingering gazes met some of the more prominent members of the group seeking to protect the Saint, quick to find many approaching them cheering them on. Only the more subtle seemed to be spared of such attention.

"Now... I wish to introduce you to our blessing from the gods. The salvation our very world has sent to us to bare the sins of the world and eradicate them. I present to you our Saint!" He spoke as he gestured over behind him. The crwods attention focused to the doors of the Senate hall as the Saint approached from them.

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A light blush lingered upon the girls cheeks as she walked forward. Her white dress clung to her frame, elegant in its design having been gifted to her as part of the celebration. A beautiful floral hairpiece sat in her hair as it was kept partially up. A warm smile was on her lips as she smield brightly, cheers being directly in her direction as she walked out. A strong sense of awe seemed to fill many in the crowd as she approached, her vibrant blue eyes almost memorizing as she glanced through the people. She seemed to have an air of confidence about her as she stepped out past Lord Branswick. Her hand lifted up to wave more prominently as she kept a bright smile on her face.

Oh my... there is a lot more people then I ever thought there would be. Oh no... I... I hope I'm not coming off awkward... I really don't want to give people the wrong impression. I don't want to make them feel as if I will fail them. They seem so happy I don't want to ruin anything. I just got to keep calm and relax... relax Estel... you can do this... its just... a bit.... a lot bigger then you are use to dealing with ... like a whole lot bigger. Despite her rather uneasy thoughts she continued to wave to the crowd before finally speaking up, her voice seeming to carry out, in part due to Branswick's magic.

"Thank you everyone for your support. Please enjoy the festival and celebrate to your heart's content!" She spoke out keeping up her smile, hiding away her nervousness as best she could with the shouting of many happy citizens. She stepped out, two guard following quickly in toe meant to keep watch over her during their stay in the town. Though her chosen guards were there Lord Branswick was always the type to be a bit cautious and to ensure she was well protected at the very least while she was within the city walls. Estella stepped out into the crowd, some distance being kept between herself and the people as she exchanged small pleasantries, wondering when she might meet some of the people who she would be traveling with on the adventure in the festival.

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[Damafaud]

Drevis Senade
Reisa Town Square
Objective: See the Saint
Interaction: Open

As he made his way to his vassal, a crowd of people tried and failed, to hide their interest in their subject of interest. Some people even openly gawked. Curious, Drevis put the tin of coffee into his newly bought leather bag and started a conversation with an antiquary peddler. The peddler seemed to be excited and distracted from their bargaining. Drevis used the opening to change the subject.

"There seems to be a bigger commotion here compared to other parts of the square," he noted nonchalantly. The peddler took several seconds to process the change in the flow of conversation. "Why, sir. Don't you know? It's the Knight General Tribius. He is here to accompany the Saint on her journey!" Ah, that would explain the excitement. The General's reputation went beyond the wall of Eichenwald. The peddler added with excitement how he had sold an antique to the great general himself. Nodding absentmindedly, Drevis excused himself before the peddler realised he was merely browsing.

Suddenly, every head was turned into into another direction. The entrance of the Saint was a grand one he couldn't help but admire the showmanship. As often happened to man with a reputation of a legend, the Saint was less impressive in life than in story, at least to him. He could see the sign of nerveousness plainly in her, like someone unaccostumed to crowds. His objective fulfilled, Drevis continued his stopped journey back.

He had seen the saviour who was supposed to save the world. He would have a good story to tell and pressed the worry of his investors for the following year. He would then be able to reside comfortably in his mansion in winter until it's time to attend the annual gathering in Eichenwald at the turning of the year. Everything would go satisfyingly.

The why would he feel envious to those who would accompany the Saint?

Drevis stopped on his track. He had a bad habit to hide his feeling, even to himself. In truth, he was bored with the monotonous routine that follow after the company was big enough to hire other merchants. He yearned for the time he rode a cart to sell layers of clothing. He missed travelling to new places and experience the confusion of a foreigner. He missed having the hope that he would meet his lost family on his journey.

It was determined. Drevis looked around until he found a young errand boy, sitting idly on a barrel. "Boy, how would you like to be 20 silver coins richer in a day?" The boy's eyes widened hearing what would be a luxury to him. "Sure, sir! What do I need to do? " The boy jumped down from the barrel.

"Oh, nothing too complicated, my boy." Drevis allowed a smile to inhibit his face. "Nothing too complicated."

 

[Birdsie]

Daniel Tytalus
Reisa City Square

"Naturally," the man said in response. "I will be the mage accompanying you, it seems." Daniel looked off to the side, his mimic swept by the long, elaborate speech of the senator who announced the arrival of the main star of this day. He looked as the Saint walked out into the crowd. Daniel turned to Takehiko with the same, indifferent look on his face, but now, it was a bit more lively and moving. "No such time as now to introduce ourselves."

Daniel put on a smile. It was fake but better than approaching her with a gloomy frown. Daniel made his way to Estella, pushing through the crowd.

"Hello. I am Daniel Tytalus. I volunteered," he lied. Of course, he didn't volunteer. He was told to, but he did all of this to maintain the house's reputation. No place for mistakes, or for showing the flaws of his ancestors. "It is a pleasure to meet you," he added, this time, being completely honest.

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(Daniel's Guide to Straightforwardness.)

 

[Archdemon]

Takehiko Himura

Location: Reisa Town Square

Interaction: Estella and Daniel
((Just know that when I use Japanese, I'm using google translate so if you guys know a really good translating website please inform me of it! ))
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Takehiko looked at Daniel as he said he would be the Mage of the group. Magic would be quite useful on this journey. His people never frowned upon magic as it was useful, so having someone who can cast spells is quite wonderful. Back home mages were often used for agriculture, studies, advice of magical nature, and warriors should the need ever arise. The only thing is is that they aren't very common so there's not enough supply for the demand.

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"Good to see we have some magic on our side, just don't shoot me in the back with lightning."

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Before he could continue an announcement was made by Lord Branswick. He went on about saving the world, ending the darkness, the companions of the Saint, and then presented the Saint to everyone. She was... Surprisingly fragile looking, he expected something like a Mage or maybe a warrior? Not an innocent looking girl who looked as if she couldn't hurt the earth beneath her feet. Well this job might be a bit harder than the Prince expected but he'll try his best to protect this Saint at all costs.

He looked at Daniel when he said something about introducing themselves. Takehiko nodded in agreement, now would be a perfect time to meet their escort.

Takehiko didn't smile, frown, or show any emotion as he pushed his way through the crowd alongside Daniel. The closer they got, the more people blocked their way, almost to the point where Takehiko could barely breathe. But he and Daniel made it, with the Mage introducing himself first. While he talked, Takehiko brushed off any dirt, dust, or crumbs from his Shoulder plates.

When Daniel finished, Takehiko stepped up to the Saint and did a strange Bow. He had his hands elegantly placed on his stomach and bowed to where his back and waist were almost straight. He then stood straight and spoke a foreign language that anybody around has never heard before.

"Kon'nichiwa, oaidekiteureshīdesu, watashinonamaeha Himura Takehikodesu. Watashi wa anata no kuesuto o kanryō suru made, anata no bodīgādodesu. Onamaehanandesuka?"

" Oh right... Forgot you peasants can't speak that..." Takehiko mumbled under his breathe. He looked at The Saint again.

"Sorry, old habit. Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Takehiko Himura. I'm your bodyguard for as long as possible until you complete your quest. What is your name?"

Takehiko waited for the Saints response.

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[Wick]

Erik Pale (Proditor)

Current Location: Among the crowd at the Saints Festival
Interacted with: N/A
Currently Interacting with: Open
Feeling: Thoughtful and cautious

Erik spent the next few minutes filling up on the bread. He hadn't had any food to begin with, so he figured it would be a while before he could find something to eat again. He wasn't much good at hunting animals, so that was out of the question, and he wasn't sure when he could manage to introduce himself to the group in a safe manner. One thing Erik was certain of was that they weren't just going to pick anyone to send on this journey with the Saint. There was sure to be at least on well known guard. One who would no doubt see Erik as a threat, rather than a friend. He would have to find an opportunity to prove himself loyal to the cause.

He finished off the last piece of bread and stood up from the wall he had been sitting against. He made his way back into the crowded celebration just in time to listen to the speech given by the practical face of Reisa, Matheis. Erik had seen him around from time to time. He was a good man there was no denying that. Of course Erik had never approached the man. To Matheis, Erik didn't exist, and he wanted to keep it that way. He wasn't sure the extent of knowledge Matheis had. If somehow the Magi did in fact know of Erik's crimes, he would certainly have him imprisoned until the Shadowleaves came to take him back to Eichenwalde for proper punishment.

With a waving of his hand, he introduced the Saint to the people. She appeared younger than Erik had been expecting, and although she was able to come across as confident to the crowd, a hint of nervousness rested in her expression like a light fog. She addressed the citizens of Reisa and proceeded down into the fray. For a brief moment, Erik was struck with an odd urge to approach her and ask her if she may allow him to accompany them on their journey. He shook his head and remained just another citizen in the crowd. "You're growing sloppy." He thought to himself. "Don't try anything rash." And with that in mind, he continued to move, keeping a low profile.

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[MouseDuke]

Flynn Blackstone

Flynn listened to the man as he talked about his wife and child. He could feel Tribius inspect him which Flynn expected, his damn Sarnorian accent never faded and he preferred to use Sarnorian weaponry. Flynn continued to speak about their mission and his orders which actually pleased him, He was half expecting Tribius to order hum around like a solider, but after hearing that no conventional military tactics won't apply a small smirked appeared on his face. Flynn wasn't a big fan of being ordered around like an expendable Peasant, Vincent's fate was just that, but....

"...I will serve as a mentor to you should you require it." Tribius said, pulling Flynn out of his own thoughts. The boy shook his head, "that won't be necessary, I can hold my own," he said, politely declining Tribius' offer. Around this time a woman approached them. She introduced herself as Lieutenant Adrienne, which Tribius seemed to recognized her saying that her General praises her as a Tactician. Though before anyone could say anything else the arrival of the Saint was announced with some bearded guy talking very loudly. Flynn glanced back at the two, "I'll leave you two to do whatever you military people do," he said rather awkwardly, not really knowing how to call them honestly, one was a Knight and the other was a tactician. After saying that Flynn made his way through the crowds, lightly pushing people aside as he snaked his way through the sea of bodies.

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[marshmarrow]

Lt. Adrienne Sergei
Reisa Town Square | Church418

Adrienne simply shrugged, uncomfortable with being complimented. Before she could say anything in return, a voice resonated amid the chaos of the festival, booming as if its source was standing beside them. She recognized it to belong to the head of Reisa's Senate, whom she had seen before at meetings for larger battles. He was a powerful wizard, but apparently too duty-bound to assist them in their task.

"Today marks the celebration of the start of a new Journey..."

Adrienne yawned and covered her mouth, having heard these kinds of monologues about five dozen times in generals' tents and on the battlefield. She's even given a few herself. However, no matter how dull the source turned out to be, Adrienne has always been able to assimilate information for quick retrieval later. She crossed her arms, cursing in Sirenian whatever forsaken magic made the senator's droning voice louder under her breath. He had her attention immediately once he mentioned the Saint, who supplied her lines and wished everyone to enjoy themselves.

A little decorative, she thought, assuming the Saint would deliver words with greater substance. Her voice carried the same way the wizard's had, sounding girlish; without the elegance the tactician had imagined. The lieutenant would have to meet their destiny face to face.

She regarded the young swordsman with a bemused expression as he turned his back and walked away, not introducing himself. Once his lanky frame dissolved into the crowd, she looked back at the Knight General, a crease forming between her brows.

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[Hanarei]

Location: Town Square
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Estella kept up her light smile, trying to ignore just how many people were all gathered primarily for the sake of seeing her off. The notion of being a celebrity wasn't something she likely ever would fully adjust to. At the very least it could help others in a positive light. Once her pilgrimage was over and her desire for adventure was sated she planned on going back to such a simple life. Living in a small village, getting married, and having children. If it hadn't been for her being revealed to be the saint there was a good likelihood she would already be at home taking care her own children at this point in her life. Still, she wouldn't ever take back being the Saint. She could do so much good for others and go on the adventure she always dreamed of having to see the world.

The Saint's head turned as she heard a voice as two figures slipped through the crowd. She blinked staring at the men a bit curiously. She watched as one of the men guarding her took a step forward. She lifted her hand up, a warm smile on her lips as to ease him down. Her eyes fixated on Daniel as he spoke. There was an air about him that came off... odd. It wasn't something she was quite use it. It almost felt as if it was clashing with her own being just being near her. Despite that, she didn't feel hostility from the man. It felt as she was looking upon a bird trapped within a cage, the door left open but the bird itself not seeking to fly out into its own freedom.

"It is a pleasure to meet you Sir... no... I do not wish to be formal to those who seek to be my companion. It is nice to meet you Daniel. I am honored that you would be willing to aid me in my quest. The world thanks you for being so selfless." She spoke adding in as she bowed her head before him as a sign of respect. It wasn't like a typical greeting after all, he was someone willing to put their life on the line for her own sake. How was one suppose to greet someone willing to take such a risk?

She turned her head to look towards the elf. She was taken back a bit by his dialog, not quite use to such a language being spoken. She smiled a bit awkwardly, trying her best to not come off rude though being upset she wasn't able to understand him. It felt as if she was letting him down in a way. As he changed to speaking common she felt a bit of relief. She bowed her head lightly in response in acceptance of his words. She wasn't quite sure where he was from, but she had to admit it left her fascinated to see just what like such a place might be like. She only ever really experienced the areas local of Reisa her whole life not being use to the way things were in other places in the world.

"It is a pleasure to meet you Takehiko. Myself, along with the entire world is truly grateful you are willing to help. " She spoke, trying her best to pronounce his name right as she bowed her head lightly in courtesy to him. She seemed to pause before blushing a bit more shaking her head realizing she had been so focused on greating them and thanking them she neglected to answer him back.

"Ah.. s... sorry! My name is Estella Moore. You can call me Estel for short if you want... or Saint if you want... or really anything if you so like. Whatever makes you the most comfortable." She spoke with a warm smile on her lips.

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[Church418]

Sir Tribius Von Ulric ​

Arrival of the Saint

Tribius met Adrienne’s bemused expression with a hearty chuckle of his own. He could tell immediately from her silence that she was a no nonsense straightforward individual. “To be that young again..” Tribius said breaking the silence, referring to Flynn’s comment that he would require no mentoring and could ‘hold his own.’ Tribius’ smile faded slightly as the young man disappeared into the crowd. Over-confidence was a dangerous thing. Tribius hoped, for the boy’s sake, he was as proficient as he claimed.

Shortly following that, the Saint’s grand arrival was announced. Tribius frowned as people flocked over to surround the young girl. Tribius instead found himself glancing up at rooftops and inspecting the dark corners of the street. Mass crowds of people were an easy target for those that would do evil, and Tribius preferred to be as difficult to defeat as possible.

Tribius reached into his breastplate and pulled out the parchment that would grant this young girl, the Saint, the most powerful weapon she had likely ever known. Tribius’ servitude. The oath was written and signed by the Queen of Eichenwalde and then subsequently signed by Tribius himself. The Knight General at the command of a girl barely out of her teens. How had he managed to find himself in this position for a second time?

“A thin piece of silk to be protected from the surrounding flames.” Tribius remarked out loud to Adrienne, referring to the frail Saint. Tribius looked down at Adrienne and laughed heartedly. “Your job just got more complicated!” Tribius' laugh died off suddenly as he realized the irony in his statement. "I suppose mine has as well!"

Tribius removed his gauntlets from his pack and began strapping them around his wrists. He would remain where he was, wait for the crowd to dispense, and wait for the Saint’s eyes to meet with his.
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[marshmarrow]

Lt. Adrienne Sergei
Reisa Town Square | Church418 Hanarei

"Genuine silk is far too precious to burn," the tactician responded darkly, following Tribius' eyes. She put a hand on the hilt of her sword, the expertly engraved metal as familiar as her own fingerprint. If any trouble arose in a crowd like this, Adrienne would have preferred her crossbow, but it was locked up in the stables with her supplies and her horse. "Even a mere scrap is worth our heads."

Adrienne relaxed as the square brightened, the lanterns lighting up for the evening. She gestured for the Knight General to follow her, but she didn't wait for a response. Her petite form easily moved through the crowds to reach the Saint in the square.

As she drew near, the lieutenant spotted the guards first, then the young girl as she talked with a mage and a foreigner. Not that young, Adrienne realized upon closer inspection. About the same age Adrienne herself had been when she joined the army. She felt a twinge of empathy for the Saint, but it quickly dissolved when she noticed how pampered the Saint was, with unblemished skin and wearing an expensive ceremonial gown; the only formal attire Adrienne owned was a sedate mourning dress, which was nearly ten years out of date since she had worn it to her sister's and then her husband's funeral.

As she approached the Saint, she maintained a harmlessly neutral expression that took in the measure of the two men she conversed with. While Adrienne was a hair shorter, the Saint lacked the tautness in her muscles the tactician possessed.

"My lady," Adrienne greeted stiltedly, since she was never once given a complete name or a specific honorific--right now, the girl was just "the Saint." Reisian decorum came as naturally to her as setting herself afire, outside of the army. "I am Lieutenant Adrienne Sergei. I will be assisting you with all tactical matters of navigation and defense. My abilities with bladed and ranged weaponry may be of use to you as well."

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[Birdsie]

Daniel Tytalus
Town Square

"Very well. It is my pleasure to serve under you," he gave a polite bow. In his thoughts, he held darker thoughts, such as the fact that the only reason he was doing this was that he had to. That was the bitter truth, although at least the Saint was a nice woman, which definitely made things more leisurely. This whole venture, at first, seemed like suicide. At least it would be a good one. With that in thought, he smiled at the Saint before looking away at the crowd and stepping to the side. His facial expression was joyous, if simple.

The bird, sitting in the cage, could fly out at any moment it wanted. But how would it live in the wild? It was never properly trained on how to do so. It would starve to death very quickly. The only way it knew to find food was through submission and obedience to others. So it sang the exact song it was told and taught to sing. And although the song was fake, it was still delightful to listen to it.

Daniel's thoughts of Estella were like a diverse color palette; he felt envy of her fame, recognition, and abilities. At the same time, he couldn't help but feel happy for the girl who certainly seemed gleeful herself. And at the other side, he felt like they were similar: she didn't ask for her role, but she still fulfilled it. Was it because she had to, or was it because she felt like doing so? Regardless, he felt like forcing a duty like this on someone 'innocent' was morbid, if not outright depressing. No one else seemed to think that way, though. At least not as far as Daniel knew. Perhaps this whole society was in constant awareness of that fact but ignored it. Well, whatever. It's 'for the greater good,' anyway.

Instead of wasting more precious words that could be saved for later, he kept quiet. He would reveal more about himself when asked to, or when the time was right. It's not like talking about his surname was the best idea, anyway.

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[Archdemon]

Takehiko Himura

Location: Town Square

The girl Takehiko was hired to protect seemed very innocent, like even the worst of the world couldn't faze her. Course she is to deal with some evil thing that threatens the very nature of their known world so she pretty much has that covered. Still the way her eyes sparkled and the way she talked and moved reminded the Prince of a puppy. Excited, playful, and innocent just like one or at least she seems like it. Takehiko could almost be seen smiling as he remembered his old Kai Ken. That dog was his best friend while growing up, sadly he ran away one day chasing some small animals and was never found again. He assumed he got lost and that hopefully someone else found him and took care of him.

He looked back at Estella, thinking. He nodded almost as if to himself and spoke to the girl, responding to the whole name her whatever he felt like.

"Very well, Koinu."

The word is foreign to everyone around yet to Takehiko it makes sense. From now on Takehiko is going to call the Saint in his native language a Puppy. Well at his age she pretty much is a Puppy. He turned to the new addition to the group, a young woman probably about the same age as Estella. She seem to stood like a military woman, well she looked the part anyways. She spoke in a way that Takehiko understood, she was no nonsense, and probably a hard ass. He can respect that since he was a General Prince for House Himura so he understands the military life just as well as the pampered prince life. Well she was to be another companion with tactical knowledge which is good.

Takehiko then took another glance at Daniel. Now he knew he was mage and from a noble house yet anything about the man was skillfully hidden away by such a neutral stance and expression. The Prince couldn't really say much about the guy, but he very much doubted that he would help the Saint from the goodness of his heart. Most noble houses do something to get the benefit of having done such a thing, kinda like how Takehiko was hired to do this.

Takehiko decided to do something, he turned to Daniel and held out his hand for a handshake. The elf wouldn't really do this as he viewed it as something peasants do but doing anything from Takehiko's native culture is out of the ordinary. Whether or not Daniel shook it, Takehiko spoke.

"It will be a pleasure working with you Daniel."

He then went over to the military woman named Adrienne Sergei and did the same thing. He stuck out his hand waiting for a handshake while he introduced himself.

"Name's Takehiko Himura, it's a pleasure to be working with you miss Sergei."
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[Hanarei]

Location: Town Square​

A warm smile remained on Estella's face as she nodded to Daniel. There was no reason for her to doubt him or question him about his motives She wasn't one to tend to think of the worst of people. She tended to believe in what people said unless she had a reason to suspect they might be lying. Her expression seemed to change a little bit for Takehiko, showing a little of her confusion at the word he used to refer to her as. She wasn't familiar with the term at all. As far as she knew it could of easily been some form of insult though it didn't even come to her mind.

She turned her head to look towards Adrienne. It wasn't hard to see a little bit of unease filling Estella as she approached and spoke her. It wasn't so much of Estella being afraid of her as much as not being sure how to react to someone who was so formal. She was far from the pampered diplomat or princess, being new to the more formal type of greeting, someone with a military background of sorts was a far cry for her life style. The last thing she wanted to do was come off rude to the woman. She bowed her head lightly, keeping her smile on her lips easing down a little bit as she spoke trying to dismiss her worries about unintentionally being disrespectful.

"The world appreciates your service... and I appreciate greatly your willingness to help someone like me. I really do hope to avoid the need to use any sort of violence on the way if all possible... or at the very least I hope it can be used to a minimum." She commented looking at the woman not seeming to hold any ill will despite her hesitance in response to the mentioning of weaponry. They were around the same height yet she couldn't help but feel so filmsy compared to her. She had kept herself doing some harder work on occasion and always getting exorcise, but it was far from the amount of work someone who did physical labor every day or in the case of Adrienne likely kept in shape to do her job effectively. She had to admit deep down she was wondering just how much she might be able to talk to the young woman and perhaps connect with her. While there were some girls in her home village she had found herself around mostly boys. It was a rather guilty thought in her mind of having a good 'girl friend' during the journey.

Her head turned over, glancing over to see Tribius. Even from a distance and as unaware of the world as she was, she could instantly recognize his presence. It didn't take much at all to make her feel a little intimidated and get a little flustered in response, even more so then Adrienne. She felt she could at least connect somewhat to Adrienne, Tribius seemed so far from her on so many ways in life. She slowly approached the man, looking over to the others not wanting to make them feel as if they weren't wanting as a nonverbal gesture for them to follow her if they so liked. She approached the man looking at him becoming a bit more confidence in who he was.

"It.. it is a pleasure to meet you sir..." She spoke hesitating to say to much in fear of misrepresenting his rank or potentially even who he was. Spending time in a simple village had her disconnected from the rest of the world. It was only through her time in the city that she even really came to learn more about the world. She had still only very limited travel keeping within the region as not to be put in risk. She stood quietly before him staring up towards him, her two guards standing at attention seeming to be more aware of who he was. While opposing nations, they weren't at war and on friendly terms making little sense for them to show any sort of disrespect towards him.

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[marshmarrow]

Lt. Adrienne Sergei
Reisa Town Square | Archdemon Birdsie Hanarei

Adrienne examined the elf's hand, then firmly shook it. "Lieutenant Sergei, but I am no longer a 'miss'," she informed Takehiko gently, but didn't elaborate. She examined his ornate armor and sword, deeming him wealthy or of some high-ranking nobility. He was unlike anyone she'd ever seen, with his pointed ears and narrow eyes. He was as tall and lean as a racehorse; an imposing figure, but she sensed he was fairly contained as of now. He wasn't one she'd want to cross in a fight, and didn't plan to, as long as he addressed her by the proper title.

"It is my understanding you are a... warrior? A skilled one, by your weapon. I have never seen one like it." The lieutenant didn't think he was the type of nobleman to sit around buffing his nails, but his pristine manner made Adrienne suspicious. He bore no crest, no name on his possessions tied to any kingdom she recognized.

Upon being addressed by the Saint, she dipped her head and offered a faint but businesslike smile. "Thank you," she responded, propriety releasing its choke hold on her nerves. She visibly relaxed, but made no move to close the distance between them. Adrienne had an urge to say that she had seen enough brutality in war, and did not care for it to come from her own hands, but she settled on, "I plan to resolve issues before they ever come to violence, and I will do my best to earn your trust in that regard."

Watching the Saint go to meet Tribius, the lieutenant turned to the man with a mystical appearance, looking slightly out of place among the armored warriors. She slightly cocked her head to the side. "We weren't properly introduced. You are the one called 'Daniel'?" she asked, loosely crossing her arms.

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