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Let's Try That Again


  • One year ago, the world ended.

    If you're looking for a metaphor, stop looking. I was being literal.

    One year ago, armageddon erupted worldwide across the world of Alheria. The Abyssal portals opened, and ancient demon lords entered through to consume mortalkind. Devils of Hell rose from their lakes of fire, and the angels of Heaven descended to meet them in battle. Gods joined in soon after - good and bad, mighty and subtle. Soon enough, kings, senators, chancellors, generals, and rulers were seduced by tempter devils to launch pointless attacks on their neighbors, or scared into fighting back. Armies seized, armies shattered. Arcane weapons of mass destruction activated and fired without mercy. Brutality merged with havoc to become pandemonium. Ragnarok.

    But then, a group of wizards who'd prepared for the event activated an array of ancient portals leading to another world, and they opened these portals in various spots throughout the planet. The cabal of magicians, led by one named Ygrasmundhil, then guided the survivors on a mass exodus to safety. They left behind the higher-dimensional beings to duke it out with what's left of the old world.

    The portals led to the new world of Melicau. Relatively unheard of prior to the apocalypse, the world was lush with resources and new landscapes to explore. The group of wizards, hence known as the Newdawn Cabal, oversaw the creation of five villages - now cities: Newtown, Sparhard, Pride's Point, Fardock, and Oakenwall.

    It has been over a year since the Exodus. We failed at living - so let's try that again.

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Birdsie

The God-Emperor of Mankind
Rules
1. Include the character's name above each post.
2. Include the character's location above each post.
3. I am always right.
4. If I am wrong, refer to the rule above.
5. Have fun!
 
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Birdsie

The God-Emperor of Mankind
@OverconfidentMagi, @Hanarei, @Reinhardt, @June Verles, @Spoiled Bread, @Captain Spooks, @Brook, @Inheritance, @Epiphany

Let's begin. You know what to do, Inheritance.

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Lucius Hearthaven
Road to Newtown - Trading Outpost


After his visit to Oakenwall, and the subsequent journey to Pridespoint, Luke felt confident that he'd staved off his father's bounty hunters.

He even got to fight a paladin in Pridespoint - a good man who went by Daniel Arcana, and specialized in taking down the undead. That kind of profession didn't have much of a demand on the market right now, but the paladin was eager to cross blades.

It was slightly humiliating. The people in attendance laughing at him like at a country bumpkin didn't help much, even after the seventh time he fell to the ground.

Fortunately for Lucius, either from secondhand embarrassment or genuine remorse, the paladin submitted a few helpful tips on swordsmanship. Not training, as much as an explanation or a lecture. For that much, Luke was thankful, if only because it'd help him in getting past an opponent's defense.

After all, he didn't have to worry about himself.

As far the roads went, the one between Pridespoint and Newtown wasn't very busy or particularly long; he crossed a group of travelers going the other way every half an hour or so. A lone traveler every hour, and merchants twice that. Guard patrols from Sparhard were more common than he'd remembered guards being in the old world; a small detachment of four to six men scanned by him every three hours, and sometimes they had battle-mages with them. It put his heart at ease, to know security was so good in City-States.

Lucius made a stop at a trading outpost halfway to the town, mostly to look through the wares and get some water for his horse. The poor thing had been getting tired recently, and from its emotions, he read much resignation. Maybe a time to retire him? Shame - it was a good breed, but he'd find another if necessary.

Lucius looked through a stall with supposedly magical talismans, sold by the lizardfolk to the north. One caught his eye - a small bird skull on a leather band, with six black feathers that had gray tips. The salesman boasted it had a spirit of music sealed inside of it, and would sing merry tunes when activated, then showed the function. The 'merry tunes' were in fact the calming sound of wind chimes and light drums.

Lucius looked up at him, and then looked into him. A wealth of avarice, with smaller emotions speckling it. Avarice is tied to making money; the desire for funds, material wealth. A common emotion. He didn't see anything that'd imply malign intent, or a scam. Usually, smugness was attached to that one.

"I'll sell it to you for twenty silver coins. What do you say?" The trader made him a tempting offer, but Lucius was a merchant at heart and knew he shouldn't splurge on every small indulgence.

"Sorry, but not interested," he answered. "I need to conserve my funds until I get to Newtown."
 

Inheritance

One who was denied a simple fate
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Elodin Evernight
"Good and Evil, Creation and Destruction, we cannot have one without the other. Destruction, creation, good, and evil; in the grand scheme of things they are just the masks we use to understand that which we cannot grasp.”


(This is a bit of Elodin's backstory, and is optional. Make sure you read after it though!)
If Elodin were to ask himself when exactly he began to hate the Gods, the answer might be hard to find. Perhaps it was when the local priest told his parents in hushed tones that he had a darkness inside him, and that he needed to get it exorcised immediately. Upon hearing this, Elodin grew very sad, and felt extremely betrayed and insulted by this man. He was supposed to be of the Gods, ones that supposedly forgave and were merciful to all! But the priest told his parents the opposite of what he had told Elodin, and said this all right in front of him! Of course at the time, he didn't realize that when he was in the Shadow World, he could not be seen by those who were too weak to see beyond the material plane. Regardless, this man of the Gods lied to him and tried to turn his family against him, and perhaps that planted a seed that awaited for more hatred to grow.​

But was that when he really hated the Gods? Perhaps it was when he watched his ancient family house explode with flames, watching as every one of his family members burnt alive; their skin peeling off and turning into smoke as their eyes melted out of their sockets. Of course, he was not effected. He was safely in the Shadow world when the meteor struck, and he almost never forgave himself for not being there to die with his family who had gone against the church and kept him just the way he was.

But even then, he didn't blame the Gods really, he blamed the heroes of the world for not being able to defend them. Of course, Hilax constantly told him that it was the God's fault, but he said that about everything; and after Hilax almost trapping him in the Shadow World, Groth-Lakkar, he began to be very careful about how much time he spent there. So when did he begin to hate the Gods? Well, it was when he decided that he didn't need them. Perhaps it was right then, when he accepted the call from Ygrasmundhil, and exited the world he knew and gazed into the new world, that he began to hate the Gods cruelty.


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Why had they destroyed the world then abandoned him? And also, why was it so bad this time? Things had happened before, but nothing had ever been this bad! His family had survived centuries of destruction, but wealth had a way of sticking around, and they always had their grand estate to return to. This cataclysm was unlike any sort of disaster he had ever seen, and he developed a fierce curiosity towards it. When he had asked Ygrasmundhil, the head of his order, he was dismissed and scolded.

"Why would you ask such a question? Why would you force back memories of the old world, of the death and agony that everyone there felt? Look forward into the new world and the new age that we are bringing about, not back. Do not trouble me with such nonsense again!"

"If we understand what happened, perhaps we could prevent it from happening ever again!"

"It will never happen again."

"How do you kn-"

"Elodin! I brought you aboard this team for your skill in traveling between worlds, not for your unceasing questions! Do NOT trouble me with this again!"

"Of course. It was foolish of me to bring it up."

"Leave me."



From that moment on, he spent every waking hour trying to figure out what had gone wrong. Had some cult brought upon the end of the world? Had there been a problem that they all had missed, even Ygrasmundhil? It seemed impossible, the man was so good at what he did, with a vast knowledge of magic that Elodin could only marvel at. But it was this very power and wisdom that made him question even further what happened. If even he didn't know, what sort of danger could have followed them into this world, or was awaiting them?

Even after his weeks of research, he was no closer to figuring out what was going on, until Ygrasmundhil found him using his Well of Memories to view the past. The normally calm and level headed master had lost it, shouting at him to leave his presence else he be destroyed for trying to bring back the cataclysm. The fury of the man sent Elodin scrambling into the Shadow world to escape his wrath. And only after meditating in the Groth-Lakkar did he come upon a new hypothesis: Ygrasmundhil DID know what was going on, and refused to share it.

All sorts of crazy theories spawned from this, and Elodin knew he needed to get to the bottom of it; but he couldn't do it alone. Ygrasmundhil would be watching him even closer than normal now, and he needed others that he could trust to help him uncover what happened to the old world, and why Ygrasmundhil was hiding it.
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@Birdsie

Lucius Hearthaven. The potential in this one was impossible to ignore, and he seemed to be the type of charismatic fellow that could help him keep together a group. Elodin himself was quite charming when he wanted to be; and while it was a risk to keep someone in the group that could divide it, the man was a blank sheet able to be sculpted. He had no doubt the man would accept his call to adventure.

Another merchant at a stall called out to Lucius, clearly someone who had heard the entire conversation.

"Saving it for Newtown? You aren't going to the Cracked Glass then are you?" Elodin smiled at the man in the guise of the merchant. "I hear there is a gathering there of adventurers. Supposedly something big about to happen. Will make a great story!"

The man looked Lucius up and down, then grinned. "You should go! You seem like the adventuring type! And there's no doubt there's money involved to help you with your budget!"

With a laugh, he turned and dipped into his tent, never to come back out. The message was delivered.


@OverconfidentMagi

Twen Drazil? From Elodin's scouting, this freak of nature shouldn't have survived the cataclysm. He was urked by the existence of the thing, and if he didn't offer a clear advantage of stealth and spying, Elodin might have dragged the thing into the shadow world and left it to die. Of course, Elodin's own ability to scout and hide in the Shadows were unmatched, and it begged the question of why he even offered the Lizard a position on his council. Hm...

The Shadows around the lizard began to shift, and a very small, lizard version of Elodin emerged from them. Of course, he wasn't actually this size, nor was he a lizard, but as long as Twen didn't try to dispel his illusion, he could appear this tall.

"Twen Drazil. Magic Lizard. I can't believe I'm even asking this, but would you care to meet me at The Cracked Glass in 2 days? Be there when the sun goes down, no later." After staring at the lizard for a second, he sighed. "If you can even understand me. I don't care."

With that, he turned and vanished into the Shadows.



@Hanarei

Finally, someone who actually offered something to the table that Elodin couldn't replicate. Charon Ashbringer seemed to always be in the right place at the right time, and her ability to bend fire to her will was undoubtedly a powerful tool. Not to mention the fact that she was known as a Godslayer, which was just perfect for the team, should they need to fight Ygrasmundhil. Not that he planned to, but if it came down to it...

When she finally arrived in a place with Shadows, Elodin stepped out of them slowly as to not startle her. He took off his hat and offered her a low bow. "Miss Ashbringer, your reputation precedes you. I am Elodin Evernight, and I have need of your talents. I'm quite sure I can offer anything that you could possibly want, and I will need you to be at the Cracked Glass Inn in Newtown, in 2 days time, at Dusk. Please be punctual."

With a tip of his hat, he walked backwards and melted into the Shadows.


@Reinhardt

Well this would be a risk. Isiah Dakilrost was not someone that he was super eager to invite to this little gathering, but his military talent couldn't be ignored. When he was searching the world for people to add to his band, Isiah had been someone he originally passed up. But on his second round of the few cities that did exist, he saw that this man had improved drastically, and impressed Elodin. Because of this, he cast an illusion on himself to appear as a simple runner for the local guard, and ran up to him during a time of rest.

"Sir, this came for you. Your eyes only!" He said hastily before turning and bolting away. Once he was out of site, he dispelled the illusion, and stepped into the Groth-Lakkar.

General Dakilrost,
I'm sure you have no idea who I am, and are already having second thoughts about wasting your time with this. I have need of your services, and I am sure that if you help me, your career will leap to new heights, as well as a promised fortune for your help. If you could meet me and a small group at the Cracked Glass Inn in Newtown, I would be very grateful. Please come, and don't be late.
-------Elodin Evernight-------

@June Verles

Adventurer 3? Seemed exactly like the type of yes-man that this group needed! A little bit of muscle, and the promise of some better equipment would get this man to him. His bulk and strength would probably be useful, and his clairvoyance would probably help...assuming Ygrasmundhil didn't detect it. In the guise of an old man, he followed Adventurer 3 for a bit until they could speak.

"Damn you're a big fella! You look like that Adventurer 3 chap that was called to Newtown! Yea, apparently a mysterious rich man wanted some muscle, and called for him. Not really sure who that is, or what kind of parents would give him that Gods awful name, but he is wanted at the Cracked Glass Inn in two days time! At sundown no less. Said there's a lot of money in it. If I was as big as you, I'd certainly go get my fortune!"

With that, he scuttled away into an ally, vanishing into the shadows.


@Spoiled Bread

Ricotta Obsidion's strange race would certainly give her insights that Elodin simply didn't know. Her ability to fight would be useful, and if she didn't help in any other way, she was always a great bit of cannon fodder. Besides, anyone like her would come to this gathering if money was promised. A simple spell allowed him to take the appearance of a merchant with expensive clothes and a cane worth at least 500 gold; making it an easy task to stride up to her looking like a rich man.

"Miss Obsidion, might I ask of your help? There's a man in Newtown that asked me to meet him at the Cracked Glass Inn the day after tomorrow, and while I am very curious, I don't feel safe enough going there! You are a talented fighter, and I was wondering if you could take my place! If you can go there and explain exactly what this mysterious man wants, I will pay you handsomely for your time! Thank you ma'am!"

Without giving her much time to respond, he turned and hurried away, trying to get to the Shadows where he could vanish and find his next ally.


@Captain Spooks

Aeneas Argyros III might have been the hardest person for Elodin to admit he needed. While his own charisma was great, and his illusions gave him the ability to try again and again when talking to people, Aeneas was undeniably a better speaker than himself, and would be a great use to talk their way out of things should something go wrong. An ex prince was never a bad idea to have close, and the fact the man dabbled in the art of Illusions made him want to take the man in.

He appeared before the man as a flaming Pheonix, landing in front of him with a great cry of power.

"Aeneas Argyros III! I call upon you, adventurer! In two days, be at the Cracked Glass Inn! This is in Newtown, and I hope to see you there. Your talents are greatly needed!"

With a blaze of fire, the phoenix was gone. Of course, during the great flame, Elodin fled into the Shadows and teleported into the Groth-Lakkar...


@Brook
Disguised as a group this time, not just one person, Elodin's 6 forms stood huddled around a small fire, just close enough for Ezekiel Jeremiah Dakome to hear. If he got closer, he'd notice at all 6 of the men were exactly alike, and when one spoke, they all moved their mouths exactly like the speaker. Of course, they all had their hoods up, so it would be hard to notice.

"Really? Are you sure?" Said one voice.

"Damn right! There's a man looking for an assassin! Or someone with the talents anyway." Said another, different voice.

"Why?" Said another new voice.

"I don't know. Didn't say. All he said is that there would be a hell of an adventure, and an even better story to be made out of it!"

A cursed human would be an interesting addition to the party, but Elodin had already chosen him. Partly because of the man's talents, and partly because Hilax had persisted on getting him. Because of the amount of time he had been in the Groth-Lakkar, he had listened, and gathered another man for the team.

One of his forms looked directly at Ezekiel, or Zion.

"Cracked Glass. Two Days time. Newtown." With a wink, the whole group move away from the fire into the Shadows, where they vanished.




When his invites were all sent out, he sat in the corner of the Cracked Glass inn with a drink of fine white wine, the shadows covering him and his face.
 
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OverconfidentMagi

Laugh Like You've Won Always
Twen Drazilthe magic lizard

Twen tilted his head and stared at the shadows that had just been talking to him. "Taw?" He had no clue what that had all been about, but in his limited experience shadows didn't get up and try to talk to you. Or maybe they did and his was just particularly quiet? He turned around to eye his own shadow with suspicion. He leaned down close to the ground and licked his shadow. It tasted like dirt. "Oleh?" It didn't answer. He shrugged and turned to walk away, only to suddenly spin around and stab the stick he'd pulled from his small cloak into the ground where his shadow fell. It didn't react. He narrowed his lizard eyes at his stoic new foe. He bluffed walking away again, only to spin around and point his stick at his shadow again.

"Tile!" The end of his stick burst into light... but the shadow had vanished! Twen was proud for a moment at having defeated his enemy, until he saw that it had reappeared behind him. The lizard jumped back and pointed his glowing staff at it. The shadow disappeared as soon as he turned. This process repeated for some time with Twen chasing his shadow around the forest floor with his light, until he got the genius idea of climbing a tree to get away from this enemy. And that's how Twen ended up in the branches of a tree raining fireballs down on his own shadow. It should go without saying that this approach was ineffective, though it did burn a considerable amount of underbrush.

None of his magic was having any effect on this invincible enemy before him! Twen had no choice but to run away, to survive so that he could eat grapes! The tiny lizard ran along the branches, keeping watch at the shadowy enemy that closely followed him just below. When he ran out or branch he jumped and magicked himself towards the next. No mater how far he went, the shadow kept pace. Suddenly there wasn't another tree to jump to. Twen had jumped from the last tree sitting on the edge of a small lake in the forest and was now flying into empty space over what looked like uncomfortably deep water.

Completely forgetting what he'd been running away from, now Twen was stuck flailing his arms and legs against gravity as it dragged him down towards the water. Right before he hit the water, his hand found his stick. "Salg Decark!" His stick shattered the surface of the still pond like it was a mirror.


A sudden sound of breaking glass could be heard within the Cracked Glass inn. Space cracked and broke apart as a small lizard fell out of the air and landed with a plop into the raised glass of one Elodin Evernight. Twen had arrived early.
 

June Verles

Look at big boy forehead over here
Adventurer 3The Cracked Glass Inn
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A few days earlier...
Life in Oakenhall isn't particularly grandiose, to say the least, and it's certainly quite a far cry from the bustling cities of Newtown or Pridepoint. But unlike those cities, everyone here knew themselves and therefore they have to co-exist, wherever you wanted to or not. Did adventurer 3 like listening to that pointy eared bitch who shouted like a little a girl every time a raccoon rummaged through her garbage resulting with him having to slog his over there from whatever he was doing so he can help the maiden in distress? No but she is an aide from the kabal and a "crucial member to the ecosystem of the establishment.".

Well at least it wasn't Sparhard.

So there he was, going through the daily motions, starting the day off by crafting swords from ingots the miners paid him every time he had to go eliminate another Kobold infestation, until two men dressed in Mythril armour appeared. Apparently they were looking after some Lucius guy and since nobody else was present at time they asked him. You could've imagined their irritation when Adventurer 3 was no use to them, due to 1 not knowing shit and 2 not wanting to tell them shit even if he did.

Therefore one thing lead to another, they challenged him to a duel, he lead them to a remote spot in the forest and in the end it resulted with the two bounty hunters being nailed to oak trees by iron swords and left to bleed to death, should've spent more money on the joints.

Anyhow, none of that really matters, entering back in the settlement some rude old man told him about someone looking for him in Newtown. So reckoning that that spying nature loving vegan elf probably will find the bodies sooner or later he would probably skip town.

Which brings us to current day...
Despite not having a horse or wearing the lightest equipment Adventurer 3 made it to the Cracked Glass Inn rather quickly, after all not even horses can sprint all the way from Oakenhall to Pridepoint without stopping.

As he entered in he would grab a pint of beer, sitting himself in some far off corner waiting for the rest of the members and this man who wanted to employ him, guess all he could do is wait. So as he went to take a ship of his drink something happened disturbing the space around him, before the next thing he knew he had a lizard in his cup.

Looking down at the little animal cosplaying as a wizard he would simply say in a calm tone;

"Good day."

@OverconfidentMagi @Inheritance @Birdsie
 

Hanarei

Rawr-ness
Charon Ashbringer

Two Days Ago...

Godslayer, Hero of Mankind, Goddess of Flame, One Who Stands Above the Gods, Eternal Flame of Humanity... the names that she had been called has been numerous.... with many standing out as common place and other... lackluster choices being dropped as quickly as they had been thrown out. They were titles few might ever expect someone to obtain in their life. Having such feats spread across the land to the point of being a legend in a few years never mind the century it usually took before such tales became wide spread. Then again, the fact a mortal... and a human even more so astonishingly would be the one to kill a god was something most would view as impossible. Yet it was Charon, at the time a young unknown knight not even of officer rank accomplished to the shock of so many. A hope in the dark that there might be a chance for mortals to have a chance to live when it seemed the end times were near. Humanities last hope that helped to lead her people out from the clasp of complete annihilation.

A loud sigh escaped the red heads lips as a sense of distress filled her wandering through the forest alone heading towards the location of a bandit camp. It was rare she ever left Newtown, effectively a palace for which she roamed and was lorded over. It was a rather cushy life for her with her very presence being one of the largest deterrents from anyone daring to cause trouble. It was a luxury she was more then happy to have and often completely neglect. Having held her title for some time now she practically bought into her own greatness that others prescribed on her. It was only when she had to confront a problem that reality came crashing back down on her and some of that guilt that lingered deep in her mind.

I'm going to get exposed... what if this whole damn plan falls apart and rather then being intimidated the whole clan of hooligans go and jump me at once! I'm not well suited to taking out an army of thugs at once, and even if I used Deiciardor's flames more fully and could control it... hell if i can do it to an extent and not kill any of them. I mean sure they are criminals but its my job to be taking them to justice... I can't go murdering people particularly when people view me so highly! I lose either way! Why do I keep living this darn lie! I'm going to end up letting so many people down! 'Don't worry, I'll go alone and put an end to the group once and for all!' Damn it Charon... why do you gotta forget yourself and say dumb stuff like that!

The red head stopped standing under a tall tree glancing forward holding a magic map marked with the location of which the camp was supposedly positioned. A small break would be enough... she just had to take it easy... a little intimidation and...

She suddenly shifted her attention up, nearly jumping as the man approached from the shadow. Fortunately for her, it resulted only in her lowering her hand to grasp at her sword not being startled enough to look like some massive scaredy cat. She blinked looking at the man, quick to tell he wasn't part of the group. She kept composed looking at him lowering her guard easing up as if to rest her hand more naturally by her blade rather then looking as if she was about to pull it on him. She heard his words cocking her head to the side looking a little perplexed by his offer. She spoke up as he backed away.

"Wait.. what do you mean by that... what kind of help with..." She spoke as he had vanished into the shadows before she could get an answer. She blinked, looking more confused lifting her hand to scratch at her temple. That was... strange to say the least. The Cracked Glass Inn was a place she knew about... after all she liked to visit the bars and hang around with others. It wasn't as if she was very busy, going out to take care of a 'threat' was incredibly rare for her. Speaking of... she still had a job to do. She let out another sigh heading out only hoping this wouldn't end horribly... even though she had doubts it would go over smoothly.


Present Day

It had been a few days since Charon came back, the bandit group she went up against no more. Already plenty of stories and rumors had spread about her taking on a group of 90 bandits in a single attack bringing them all to submission without even harming them. From there she exposed their leader as a foul demon lord who was pulling their strings and managed to get in a battle said to of last several hours before slaying the demon leaving no evidence but the ashes that remained. A rather fitting tale for the hero of mankind, even if a very small and insignificant one for a woman of her caliber many would likely recite to others. The whispers of Charon wandering into the Cracked Glass Inn were similiar... though all have slight details changed or expanded upon in various ways as stories tended to after being passed on. The scary part from Charon was she had been rather... simple with her explanation this time yet still it felt as if her normal embellishments had somehow been tacked on without her even needing to do so.

Charon was smiling with an air of confidence wandering in being greeted and talked to as was expected given her prestige and her latest accomplishment. Newtown was her hometown so it was that much easier for her to be recognized wearing her long black cloak with her typical iron embellished armor covering her vital areas while showing off a bit of her skin. Her legendary sword Deiciardor sat on her hip sheathed away. Truthfully such a wardrobe choice was a bit more for her then she would elect for when coming to a tavern but she hadn't the slightest clue what this meeting was about. If there was one thing she learned being a 'godslayer' it was to always keep up appearances particularly if you weren't certain what you were walking into.

"So.... so.... shadowy man... looking like some overly dressed to impressed wizard from some strange fairy tale about a girl and her little dog too." She spoke to herself a bit her words cut short as a few people approached her to talk with her responding back in kind with an affirmative wave and handshake taking on the role of a celebrity between searching for the mysterious man from two days ago.

@Inheritance
 

Captain Spooks

Your friendly neighborhood Darkwraith
Aeneas Argryos III
About a days walk from Newtown
Two days earlier...

Resting his back on an elderly oak tree the former Prince of Cothia, Aeneas Argryos III sat there, enjoying a book. He had recently bought it in Newtown, just a few days ago actually and he found this peculiar clearing as good as any place to enjoy it. Aeneas was on his way to Oakenwall due to their little monster problem, it was easy pickings for an adventurer like him. But true to Aeneas's nature he was being as relaxed and carefree about getting there, it's not like anyone's waiting for him there.

Then, spoiling his nice peaceful break a Phoenix landed in front of him letting out a loud screech. Instinctively Aeneas went for his pistol, knowing it was faster than unsheathing his sword was far slower. The gun only made it a few centimeters out if his holster before Aeneas stopped, hearing the bird speak. Before Aeneas could reply, or do anything really it dissspered within a great fire. For a few moments Aeneas say there, taken completely by surprise, "well uh... that's new," he said, speaking to himself. Surveying the treeline he could see anyone hiding in the shadows. It was suspicious sure, having a Phoenix appear before you out of thin air and order you to a Tavern sure isn't ordinary, and doesn't seem like some flamboyant marketing strategy.

The Cracked Glass, certainly rang a hell but with all of the Tavern in Newtown it's hard to remember them all. "If only that bird had came a day earlier, now I've got to trek back the way I came," he mummbled, sounding a but annoyed. The bird said two days though and Aeneas was only about a days walk out, it's not like the Phoenix said as soon as possible meaning Aeneas can leasurly take his time, like he usually does. "Damn It I've lost my page," he grumbled, looking down at his book, completely knocked out his hand after the previous commotion.

Present day...

Aeneas eventually made his way back to Newtown, with a now finished book in his bag. He usually found himself wandering back here from time to time, the settlement offered a lot of jobs for an adventurer like him. It was a nice place never the less, maybe one day he's settle down here after his adventuring career, well if he isn't dead by then that is. Walking through the streets Aeneas kept his ear out to catch any new gossip, an old habit of his. The talk of the town seemed to be of the legendary Charon Ashbringer, Aeneas knew of her but who didn't? Her tale of slaying a god has been thrown around since everyone came to the new world. Aeneas wondered what would have happened if she was in Cothia durring the apocalypse, though seeing as she was proficient with fire magic he doubted she couldn't do much to a water god. But he couldn't think of the past, nothing would change it anyways.

Stepping up the the Cracked Glass Aeneas sized up the building, from the looks of it the Tavern looked normal with patrons entering and leaving. He shrugged figuring if it was some kind of trap then he'd just deal with it, wouldn't be the first time in recent memory. Anyways Aeneas entered the building, and taking a few steps in he looked around at some of the more unique customers. First to catch his eye was the Godslayer herself, speak of the devil. She seemed to be dealing with some of the townsfolk, could she have summoned him here? No, according to the rumors she's been dealing with bandits these past few days. Next was an armored man in the corner, by the looks of the it he was an adventurer like Aeneas and judging by his size he was a strong one. Lastly a man thay Aeneas missed on his first round through, it was as if he blended in with the darkness around him. It was hard to tell if any of them was the owner of the Phoenix, so Aeneas stayed relatively close to the door, leaning back onto the wall he waited for something to happen.

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Birdsie

The God-Emperor of Mankind
Lucius Hearthaven
The Cracked Glass Inn


A call to adventure is to never be refused, especially when strapped for cash. Lucius nodded to the mysterious man whose emotions consisted of a layer of ordinary feelings and a second 'membrane' on top of that which was like an endless pool of darkest, deepest nightmares from an abyssal hell-world.

He did not fear the man's advice, for death would not meet him. Not today, not tomorrow, and surely not in this year. "An epic quest for mighty loot, sign me up!" Lucius declared to the man.

He immediately sat up on his horse and rode off into Newtown with a gallop. "Hyaah!"

- - - - - Present Day - - - - -

Alas, where death fails to murder one's resolve, other means will suffice.

Sunrise was coming in about five minutes and all he could think was, mrrrrrrrghlllrbssss.

Lucius lifted his face from the pillow, and his face looked like a Balkan carving of Satan for a moment, before he pulled his hands across his eyes and it returned to its pleasant demeanor. Lucius was never a morning person, and sleeping in a pub worsened the experience by the fact that the beast couldn't roam free, and had to be reined in.

He slumped back into bed, whimpering at the idea he'd have to get up soon or the innkeeper would kick him out.

"Ring, dress me," he ordered, muffled by his pillow.

Dressing.

Metal plates clanked as they materialized out of each other like scales, chainmail growing like a second layer of skin, with leather to cover it yet more. He still laid, in this suit.

I'm ninety percent sure that when I die as an old man, it will be because I will be too lazy to get up from bed while an assassin approaches me to kill me in my sleep.

Okay, one limb at a time - chop-chop! He laid his right fist next to his head, then pushed, lifting his torso upward in a single bound. The desire to yawn overwhelmed him, causing him to open his eyes and release a burst of morning tears. This in turn, caused a surge of grogginess to return, making Lucius slump back into bed. "Just five more minutes? Yeah, yeah. Five minutes sounds good."

He slept and laid for fifteen minutes before the innkeeper kicked him out.

- - - - -

All things considered, the inn wasn't so bad. Fifteen minutes extra was more than he could get in Pride's Point, not to mention Sparhard where if you weren't up at six, the innkeeper would threaten you with a harpoon.

Lucius stretched as he walked downstairs, trying to breathe at a controlled, measured pace to prevent himself from - yaaawn - that.

He stretched his left arm, lifting it up with the elbow bent and moving it in a circle for a moment before pushing it as far back as possible. His entire body twisted as every upper muscle locked at once, almost looking like he was having a stroke while standing up, or as if he was attempting self-exorcism on a demon possessing him and trying to fight back control of the body.

After that, he sent a mental command to his... inner self, and his soul tickled his eyes with its weirdness, before they started perceiving the wavelengths of emotion around him.

Let's see the outliers, shall we? It was one of his favorite hobbies since childhood: looking at people and seeing which one of them was feeling the most extreme stuff.

Someone in the corner, in a what must have been a dark cloak, was full of utter and degrading wrongness, layered on top of normal emotions. One guy was full of fear, which may have been related to his wife, or perhaps the vampire lying on the floor and about to bite into his ankle. Heh. Down near the counter, there was a guy whose aura was like an adamant fortress, which could be told from the strong, black outlines surrounding the blobs of emotion. The aura of the lizard in his upraised tankard currently had a smattering of suspicion, a little bit of hope, (Lucius didn't understand why hope and suspicion were so close on the spectrum to each other,) and his entire aura was full of sharp, flickering colors, implying he was either daydreaming or very imaginative.

Ugh, that lizard was headache-inducing just to look at. Lucius shut down his power, staring at the bastion of self-control that was holding the small green creature in his cup, before realizing something.

He recognized that exact brand of wrongness from somewhere, but... ah! That had to be it. To think he'd almost missed it.

Lucius homed in on Elodin like a torpedo, making a beeline through the inn, then asking out loud, "Hey. You're the guy who invited me, aren't you? Spill the beans, man - I wanna know where the quest is at."

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Spoiled Bread

The Lord of the Uneaten
Isiah Dakilrost & Ricotta Obsidion
Location: Barracks, Sparhard → Cracked Glass Inn, Newtown

It's been a strange day. Especially for a General of the 2nd Division.

First was the Marshal telling him to visit his blood relatives and spend some time to catch up with them, then it was that woman from the 1st Division who kept on boasting about her upcoming recruitment campaign. After that, his favorite spot for lunch was closed due to a lack of supply, leaving him frustrated, hungry, and disappointed.

And then, this guard that he had not seen once in the force, let alone in the city (which is rather suspicious), suddenly walked up to him and gave him a letter, shouting that it was for his eyes only. Whoever that stupid man was who yelled out specific instructions and failed to follow the standard procedure, he will be given some proper education. Sooner or later.

It took several hours before Isiah even bothered to open the letter. And even then, he asked someone from the 3rd Division to do it and read it out loud to him, to which he added another task of searching the archives for the sender's records - that gave a rather expected result of having no records in their archives.

All this nonsense. All this strange occurrences. It only leads to one thing.

Something is about to happen. And it will either be big, or will involve someone from a high seat.

Isiah, then, spent the rest of his time thinking about the contents of the letter, and how he will tackle it without risking himself. Numerous plans. Limitless results. He's not getting anywhere. The anonymity of the sender is getting onto his nerves, and it would seem that the only choice is to follow the instructions on the letter.

Well, at least, until Ricotta entered his room.

"Boss, I want some days off. I, uhh..." The draconian was a bit hesitant, earlier this day she got an offer from a shady but rich-looking man. Now that she thought about it, she couldn't just say that she want some days off in order to fulfill a quest from a mysterious person so she could earn herself some extra money. "Uh.. I want to visit Newtown."

All of sudden, Isiah had concocted a plan that would be the answer to this predicament.

The very moment she spoke of the said city, Isiah began to think deeper - trying to link his letter and her sudden request, especially since her day off way still quite some time away.

"Newtown?" He gazed directly into her eyes. "Interesting."

He clasped his fingers together, as he leaned forward on his seat.

"By any chance, are you heading to the Cracked Glass Inn?"

"H-how do you know?" Ricotta's jaw dropped as she was taken aback by Isiah's question. She knew he was a smart person but she never know he was capable of something like future seeing or mind-reading. She told Isiah about the man who offered her money and just vanished after telling her to go to the Cracked Glass Inn.

After hearing her out, Isiah showed Ricotta the letter, and revealed its content - specifically, the name of the sender. "A guard that I've never seen before in the city approached me earlier this day. And seeing that you too, are being called to the same place, it's safe to assume that whoever is pulling the strings here is looking for a certain kind of people - one which you and I are a part of."

He opened a drawer from his desk, and took a small pin with Sparhard's insignia on it. "Now, though this sudden summon has caught my intrigue, I don't trust whoever sent this letter. Especially since we have no information about them at all, none in the archives, and none from the words of our comrades in the other divisions.", he raised the pin and reached towards Ricotta, offering it to her. "But, I trust you Rico. I trust in your skills. In your capabilities."

"And since you plan on going, I'll need you to be my eyes and ears there."
It would slowly be revealed that the pin is a magical communication device, which would allow Isiah to perceive what Ricotta perceives, as long as the pin is not blocked, and would allow Isiah and Ricotta to communicate via voice, by pressing the insignia on the pin to activate such a feature.

Ricotta wore the pin on her jacket. It was a nice little addition to her attire, making her looks a bit more formal. Speaking of addition, she had an idea since this little errand was now an official one.

"Don't worry, boss. I will not disappoint you. But, you know, since this is a formal task now... can I get some pocket money?" Ricotta's fingers formed a circle and her eyes was gleaming when she spoke about her favorite topic.

Isiah huffed. A subtle smile formed on his face for almost a second, before it retorted back into the old gloomy look. After pulling out another drawer, the sounds of metal clinking onto a pouch was evident in this formerly silent room. It didn't take a minute for Isiah to drop a fairly sized, coin-filled pouch before Ricotta.

"That's more than enough to last you for two weeks. Ration it properly.", he said as he slowly shoved it further towards her. "Good luck, Rico."

After Ricotta had taken the pouch, Isiah rose from his seat, placed a clenched fist onto his chest and stood at an firm, erect posture. With a confident voice, he gazed straight at Ricotta. "Glory to Sparhard.", he said, as he did the salute.

Ricotta replied with her own salute and excused herself from the office. With a goal in mind and coins in her pouch, she hitched a ride to the city of Newtown. Of course Ricotta being herself didn't have any intention to 'ration the coin properly'. By the time she reached the Cracked Glass inn, she already spent almost half of the given money. She pressed the pin before going into the inn.

"Rico here, right in front of the inn. Prepare yourself, boss." Without further ado she entered the inn. There's one problem though, she didn't know who to meet or what to do now. She was distracted by a certain red head waving through the inn like a celebrity. Ricotta dashed towards the godslayer, accidentally pushing several other customers on the way but she didn't care.

"You are the godslayer, right? Charon the godslayer??" Ricotta asked for confirmation with glimmering eyes. "That sword, that hair, that armor. I must not be mistaken. I am your fans! I heard about you crucifying 900 bandits on my way here. That is so awesome!"


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