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[theplasticdemon]

Rosalia

Interacting with: Lamont, Kristen, mostly (featuring Vyn !!)
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Listening to her Lord speak so intently, it was another one of those moments where she really felt glad to serve. I mean, when didn't she feel that way? Still, she stayed out of the way as Lamont binded the necromancer with the rope. Did rope even keep necromancy at bay? Rose wasn't sure, but if she decided to defy them, that answer would soon be found.


Meanwhile, she decided to pay attention to Kristen. The way she seemed to struggle made Rose realize that the staff had already worn off. This was a bad situation, how would the Vicar react to this? She wondered. Rose didn't have time to think on that very much, however. The maiden shrieked out in terror as the necromancer reached out for her. The Palenian got out her staff again just to enchant her once more. "T-Thank you, sir." Rosalia nodded. "That poor woman... shall I go apologize, my Lord? I am uncertain if that will help much." The maid shook her head.

The maiden looked back. The tactician seemed to be speechless. Of all the years he had earned his position and of all the years before, he had never seen any familial bond broken between any rebel and within any circumstance. He could understand, it was a crime that was looked down upon greatly. If Wynda was still what it was before, perhaps Kristen would not have been alive. The tactician was not going to kill her, not today. He walked up to the maid and reassured her. "We should not worry. Our best course of action for now is to tend to the village's needs." Nodding, he stepped near the village and waited.


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[RubyRose]

Zakai- Laying down the Carriage Law


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Zakai's gaze remained on Ava though his mind wandered a bit. Sometimes the woman could just be so wordy. She just goes on and on and... wait, wasn't she answering his questions. He shook his head, trying to clear it of boredom and fatigue and focused in on Ava again. It wasn't that he didn't like her, nor was it that he lacked respect... she just... he didn't even have a word for it. Still, she was important to them. She was strict with inventory and that meant things wouldn't be wasted, though with the prisoner's escape they might as well have been wasting. He nodded at her when she told him to make his opinion known. "I'm glad you have an assistant, Ava, though we all know you can do the job beautifully on your own." Yes, he was laying it on thick. It didn't take a rocket scientist to see that Ava responded better to praise, and besides, Zakai felt a bit guilty about not listening to her attentively. With that, he strode over to where the muscled butler held the prisoner, back straight and head held high. Zakai was trying very hard to embody his father when he spoke to people, demanded respect with his words and posture, and always seemed to make it so no one questioned him.


"Pardon my intrusion," Zakai said. He was trying really hard not to show his age at that moment. "I don't particularly care what you do with the woman, though it seems like execution is off the table. As long as she can't cast her magic and attack us again, I think we'll be fine." He said, gaze at the woman. "But I will say this. She is not going in the carriage. She will have to walk along behind it with the warriors or be left here because thanks to the last prisoner left in the carriage, without a guard to top it off, we were robbed and the prisoner escaped. I'll not have my carriage driver in danger, nor our supplies like that a second time. So kill her, or don't, but don't put her in my carriage." He said, arms folded across his chest, his 'no nonsense' expression coming off as a bit colder then he meant it to be. He was certain about this, though, and why should a prisoner be allowed to ride along when good fighters were walking. At the worst the woman's ropes could be tied to the back of the carriage and she could be drug along is she didn't choose to walk along behind it.


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Alexander- On Cell O07 - with Aaryn, Grieves, Diana


Alexander couldn't help the guffaw, his whole body shaking from the deep belly laughter. He wasn't laughing at the wyvern rider, either. He was so pleased with her words he couldn't contain his elation. Straightening, Alexander preened for a moment, a wide smile still in place. "You are far too modest, Aaryn. You would at least be half my prowess if you were away from your mighty dragon." he said before laughing once more, reaching out to grip her shoulder in comradeship. He gazed up at the dragon, as well. He had always been amazed by such creatures, though they didn't scare him. Al believed if it came to it, he could slay wyverns... though he didn't particularly want to. They were fearsome beasts like himself and why waste strong blood when it wasn't required? That Aaryn had tamed such a creature, and spoke to it as a pet and partner, gained her further points in Al's book.


"Am I not already the most fearsome of warriors?" Al inquired, tone still light. His eyes sparkled with mirth. "And you, the great Wyvern rider, are right next to me in being the most fearsome. I wouldn't wish to meet you in battle." That was the truth. He wouldn't want to fight Aaryn and it wasn't because she was a woman or riding a dragon but Al actually did consider her being a fair match. He probably would break more then a sweat if he were to battle her. He did believe, of course, that he would win a fight with her... but it wouldn't be easy and there'd be no gain. Not when the world would lose a beautiful, fiery woman and her large and intimidating pet. "I am quite grateful that this Ord has allowed us to be on the same side." Al wasn't the most religious of people. He didn't really know too much about it besides the names he heard. "Hopefully we will continue to fight at each others side, yes?" Al wasn't oblivious to the executioning, but unlike Lamont he knew when to keep his nose out of other people's prisoners. Without the order to finish the necromancer, he cared little for the woman. He believed he could crush her easily if it was needed and with no more of her monsters to chill his spine he found her as intimidating as a leaf floating on the wind.


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Era- Following Lamont - Near Lamont, Kristen, Rose


After Lamont took the ropes from her, Era watched her lord tie up the vile woman and then the large butler man pick her up, only to drop her. As soon as the woman voiced a threat towards the kind maid, though, Era was drawing out her hidden weapon and stepping in front of the evil casting woman. She looked at Lamont; she would not attack without an order, but neither would she allow this woman to speak in such a foul way to Rose. The maid was such a kind hearted person, she did not deserve threats. She only deserved flowers and rainbows and all that was good in the world. If only Era possessed such things to give her. Unfortunately Era was just a poor thief that found herself in the wrong land.


Despite this Era found herself welcomed by a fellow stowaway, a lord, and a maid. Era had not had people like this to be loyal to in quite some time. And her bonds were forged in steel; it would take something serious for her not to be ready to give her life for this handful of friends. Small kindnesses can go a great distance.


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[Orikanyo]

Lamont Basilo


Interacting with: Era, Zakai and Rosa( @RubyRose @theglassangel )


lamont first shook his head towards his dutiful maid, she was a sweet thing but he must bring her in now and again. "No Rosa it is fine, she simply needs some time to think, I shall speak to her tonight on the final decision." He reassured his maid and then simply patted his young charge on the head with a calm shake of his own. Seems he really did have another body guard now... What a sweetie.


It was then the man he had been expecting came to him, laying down the law of the carriage in terms of prisoners. He made some good points, in truth she was put in there simply because it was convenient... The Fuccinian's choice if he could remember. "I see, you have made it clear Lord Zakai, no prisoner shall sit in the carriage henceforth. It was a foolish decision to do so, for that I apologize for not remedying the situation myself... But in truth, the Fuccinians laid claim to her, and I could do naught but watch." he explained with a small bow, hand at his chest with a short bend and back into standing position, with his motions he was calm and regal but his words were more like a social parry of sorts. Parrying the strike so that he would in turn strike at the enemy's broken guard for a deadly wound.


But he would not strike, for he had other plans, plans to keep them together instead of destroying friendships so easily.


"But there is no need to be pointing fingers, for to make all things said and done I shall pay all damages. Repaying all that was lost by that prisoner upon our return home. I apologize for any trouble that came about due to her escape... and I shall keep a close eye on our dear friend myself in the future, that i assure you.. if she indeed chooses to walk our path." he continued to speak formally with his fellow lord, remaining respectful. "With that settled Lord Zakai... let us take a moment to rest. It is well deserved, and certainly we all ahve a victory or two to celebrate tonight." he smiled to the man and then looked to grieves and the captive...


"...The poor girl... But not a rare tale that much can be said. Good intentions... bad means.." he spoke softly to himself, reminded of something long int he past, before he regarded Zakai once more. "Might I just say you handled yourself well, to the point and you laid out a good alternative, along with all the issues at play. I don't wish this to be one of our few times speaking to each other, why don't we find some time to speak to one another over tea or what ever you prefer, we are neck deep in a strange land. No sense not making friends with those around us no?"


And with that, he gave a small bow. "Firstly, let us all head to town. Come now brave warriors, let us gain our due respite." he chuckled slightly before head back to town, leading Era along with a gentle guiding hand. "You did well today dear, here. For your hard work." he took out the talisman he had just so happened to... borrow from his new friend Kristen. "Take this my dear, hold it close. it shall protect you in the times ahead... Now come, let us go eat supper hmm?" he chuckled with a small wink to his charge, knowing supper meant more lessons on "how to use cutlery."

 

[SirBlazeALot]

Chapter 3


Watch The Throne

Corwald. The second largest city in Imperos, right behind Sagarus, the capital. Once ruled by honorable nobles, now ruled by cruel cutthroats hired by the Alliance. Free to do as they please, the mercenaries terrorize the citizens, taking whatever they want when they want. The Empire turns a blind eye so long as the crooks bring in a rebel every now and then.


And oh boy, did they bring in a rebel. Thanks to the efforts of The Eyes And The Ears, a secret underground rebel base was discovered in the woods outside of the city. Penn, the leader of the Cutthroats of Corwald lead a surprise attack on the base and discovered that not only were a substantial number rebels hiding there, but so was Uryva Arius, a key figure of the Wyndan Resistance, and the second son of the Duchess of Eska.


Uryva and many others were captured and detained in Fort Corwald. Word was sent via courier to the nearest Apostles. Uryva is to be personally escorted by Commander IX and Commander VII to Sagarus for a large scale execution event.


Can the conjoined forces of the Assembly and the Wyndan Resistance defeat Penn and his men in a game of life or death and liberate the city from the Alliance and rescue Uryva?

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Penn


Location: Fort Corwald


Kickin' It With: Ragan soon to be Spades, and Damien

Penn never had high expectations for himself. He'd grown up the son of a Tarosian ruffian, and he didn't stray from the path his father laid out for him. For years he'd terrorized Tarosian citizens, raiding their cushy estates, killing and taking as he pleased. The whole killing bit, not so much. No need to waste a life unless necessary right? Then you could rob them again months down the line after they'd recovered. Even the bandits of Taros were keen on economic longevity. If you'd told him he would be sitting on a throne as an adult, ruling over a Wyndan City, he would have laughed in your face and demanded all the gold you have on you.


But here he was. After being caught, arrested, and sentenced to life in prison, the war started. And being the resourceful man he is, the Emperor decided to put the inmate population to work. Give everyone a second chance to be upstanding citizens in Taros and crooks anywhere else. They released him in Wynda, put him in charge of a bunch of bandits from all over the continent, and stationed him in Corwald a few years after the Alliance had captured it. He had free reign to do pretty much anything he wanted. His only responsibility was to make sure the place wasn't festering with rebel scum.


Penn didn't care much for the war, he wasn't exactly a patriot himself. It did grant him his freedom, and a higher social status than he had before prison, and for that he was grateful. Did he really think the Emperor deserved to rule the continent? Who cares. He's running a city. Him and his boys can walk up to a food stall and take whatever they want. No more hunger, no more need for gold really. Corwald was a Thug's Paradise, and he imagined it would get better after he proved himself invaluable to the Alliance by capturing Uryva, of all people. What dumb luck. Or maybe not luck.


"Ragan my man, I owe you everything that's coming my way," Penn was taking slow practice swings with Brisinger in front of the throne. He was used to guys like Ragan. Snappy and dark. Mysterious. Lots of guys in his crew were like that. He didn't mind it so much. They were to meet with the Apostles briefly before Uryva was to be taken from the Fort. He'd gotten word that they had made it into the city not too long ago and that they should be there in just a few minutes. "Don't worry, I won't take all the credit. In fact, I want as little of it as possible." Penn leaned Brisinger against the throne and fell into the seat, catching his chin in his palm. "They might deploy me on the front lines or some shit."


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Uryva


Location: A dank ass prison cell in Fort Corwald


Kickin' It With: Melo

"You never know where some people will go~


Yeah some people been hurtin' meee~" Uryva sang in his cell happily. Under the circumstances, most people would probably be huddled up in a corner, avoiding the eyes of the people they had failed, or maybe apologizing profusely. Uryva was singing. For a couple reasons, actually. Firstly, he knew his men had a fighting chance. The Tarosians, after going on a fucking killing spree when the war began seemed keen on taking rebels alive now and hauling 'em to Taros. Why? Rebel intelligence hadn't figured it out yet but Uryva could guess it wasn't for a tea party.


Still, Taros was a ways away and there was always a chance to escape. One of the most beautiful women in the Resistance, Aaryn, actually specialized in air rescue, and she was with Vyn, the smartest man alive. And secondly, Uryva never allowed a defeat to get him depressed. If he got depressed, everyone would get depressed. So if he sang like nothing's wrong then it would keep the spirits of his men up. Especially since he knew that he was the only one in any real danger here. In fact... this could be the end of the line for him.


"You can tell by the look, by the slightest crook~


In the neck or the blink of an eye~" Uryva began to clap along rhythmically, then he pointed at Melo in the cell across from him grinning from ear to ear. "C'mon Mel I know you know the lyrics don't be shy! Don't make me sing alone, c'mon!"


"Well then we'll see what they say and we'll do what they do


But that doesn't mean a goddamn thing~


You can listen if you want, you can listen if you don't


Yeah they'll talk, yeah they'll even sing~!"


@RubyRose


Jan


Location: In front of the Arena


Kickin' It With: Akyra & a bunch of cutthroat douchebags

"WHADDAYA MEAN WE CAN'T ENTER THE TOURNAMENT!?" Jan lost her shit on the man working the booth at the arena. Sneaking into Corwald was a lot easier than she had expected. She and Akyra look quite distinct, and if any of the assholes in charge of the city recognized them from the attack they were done for. But would you believe those idiots weren't even standing guard on the city walls? Jan and Akyra just waltzed right in, nobody cared. And even deeper into the city, where the ravenous crooks were walkin' around like they owned the place, no one seemed to notice.


"Look Miss, if you don't work for Penn you can't enter for the grand prize, but you can still compete in an exhibition match--"


"Fuck your EXHIBITION MATCH, I want the GRAND PRIZE dammit!" Jan had been looking forward to this tournament for weeks now. If it hadn't been for whatever tip the Cutthroats received on the location of their base, the rebels would have taken the city back already. But no. Someone ratted them out, and now most of the rebels were dead and captured. The only ones left from the attack were her, Akyra, Fridith, and Eydis. Fridith and Eydis went off to go find Vyn, and Akyra and Jan were supposed to keep tabs on the city. So Jan had "convinced" (read: demanded) that she participate in the tournament while they were here. It was stupid and it was the complete opposite of laying low but Jan didn't care. She wanted to compete and more importantly, she wanted the grand prize: 4 times as much gold as you bet and a mystery prize. Those things were always awesome and whatever it was, Jan was positive it would help them take the city back.


"I'm sorry Miss, my hands are tied here," the tired worker rubbed his temples. "Penn strictly demanded that only he and his men be allowed to participate in the Grand Tournament."


"Well fuck him!" Jan spat back. She was getting madder and madder, and it was showing in her reddening face. It looked like she was about to explode. "Fuck Penn, and his men!" Jan's shouting attracted the attention of a few of said men, who didn't take kindly to her behavior. Two of the brutes approached the scene and one of them asked, "Sir, are these women disturbin' the peace? We don't take kindly to peace disturbers in these parts." The second brute began nodding and cracking his knuckles.


"Are you Penn!?" Jan wasn't intimidated by these jerks in the slightest. She stepped up to the speaking brute, looking up at him with her fists on her hips. The brute shook his head and replied, "Nah, but I work for the guy...hey...you two look kinda fa--"


"I CHALLENGE YOU TO SINGLE COMBAT!!"


@Falling Nebula @ pretty much everyone she's makin' quite a scene


Hayden & Roth


Location: About halfway deep into the Corwald


Kickin' It With: Pretty Much All of our Bros, Don't make me list everyone

Hayden had been instructed several times before they'd got anywhere near the city to keep his mouth shut. Since they'd woken up in the morning and begun traveling, he'd expressed nothing short of excitement. And it had been pointed out to him that if he behaved with too much hype, he would come off as foreign, and that would attract unwanted attention. It was among the many downsides of traveling with this group but he hadn't come across a better one yet so why not? Perhaps his new buddy Cal'vina could give him the names of some reputable mercenaries to seek out. Or maybe there were some in Corwald. Corwald!! Hayden squealed inwardly.


When they got there... it wasn't at all what they were expecting. They were supposed to get the skinny from two of Fridith and Eydis's Resistance buddies, but they weren't in the meeting place. And when they scouted out the gate, the place was unguarded. So the group had warily decided to enter. And boy. Talk about depressing. No one in this place looked happy, except for Hayden and the occasional suspicious looking group of men patrolling the town, eyeing the carriage and sizing up the large group. Hayden looked in every which direction as the group made their way into the city, making tiny squeaking noises and eventually whispering, "Corwaaald...!"

"Shut your trap, little man." Roth growled, walking alongside the explorer. He'd pulled his big furry hood up to keep his face somewhat hidden. As a deserter, he was pretty sure there might be at least one person in this city searching for him. Not too many folks were green so Roth had wrapped up his torso and looked down to keep his face hidden from the populace. "It's a bright sunny day, Froth, if anyone looks suspicious here, it's you~!" Hayden whispered.


"It's Roth, and shut up... idiot." He did have a point. Imperos got a little more sun than some of the other regions of Wynda, but it still had chilling nights and the occasional snowfall. The group could easily be passed off as a wandering gang of mercenaries. Under normal circumstances, they might have been stopped and questioned, but all the Cutthroats seemed too busy boozing it up and guffawing with each other about who was gonna beat who in the Grand Tournament.


Speaking of which. "I CHALLENGE YOU TO SINGLE COMBAT!!" Coming upon the arena, a red haired girl with markings all over her body was drawing her axe. Now see, this is what Hayden had been looking forward to seeing in Wynda. He'd heard some of the most powerful warriors on the continent resided here, and now he was gonna see a good old fashioned Wyndan brawl. "Fight, fight, fight, fight!" Hayden chanted in a low whisper.





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((Ava is driving the carriage of course, convinced everyone's gonna die today. Grieves is with Diana or whatever. Kristen is walking behind the carriage quietly.))

 

[theplasticdemon]

Ragan

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Location: Fort Corwald


Interacting/Mentioned: Penn @SirBlazeALot

I don't think Ragan gives the single smallest shit that he's in Wynda. It was a little chilly, sure, but there wasn't anything but the location that made his 'career' any more different than it was. Unlike Penn, it was easier for the ninja to hide from the authorities, given his skillsets and the fact he worked for the corrupt individuals that could have possibly had the sellsword incarcerated. Almost. As long as you didn't cause havoc in Taros, you could in practically all other parts of Satrella. In fact, for the red-haired man, it became less of a thrill when a noble willingly gives you gold than stealing it from him. To a criminal, he always thought the thrill was part of it.


He didn't care up until he became a new member of The Eyes and Ears. It was a Tarosian group of people that were just like Ragan. Sneaky, and knew how to make a quick buck. However, the sneakier as well as valuable you were to the group, the more underground respect you had. With his lean-and-mean physique, long red hair, and blunt attitude, Ragan already made quite a name for himself. Not that he cared. That was the whole point, wasn't it?


However, he was soon to make something out of himself when he patrolled the area. What did he find? Nothing but the underground hideout of the Resistance members. Who was among the Resistance members the ninja organization found? None other than Uryva Arius of Eska. It wasn't just him, other ninjas sensed strange behavior in the general area. Of course, Penn had came along with. The mercenary was pocketed the coveting Brisinger and did nothing better than 'play pretend' in Ragan's eyes. As someone more mobile for a living, he considered hammers and axes to be bothersome and inconvenient.


Here he was, talking to the mercenary. The ninja wasn't the best at making new friends, not that it was really necessary. Raganmar was blunt and too much of a realist for most people to handle. He was the type of guy who made it quite clear the first day that he wasn't here to make friends. Watching him near the throne, the redhead leaned against the throne like a true Edge Lord, crossing his arms in a standoffish manner. I mean, ninjas don't sit. They lean like nobody's business. "You're thanking me? What's going to come your way are rebel swords across your throat if you're not careful. Don't go giving that out so freely~" He stretched his arms out, feigning concern.


"That's nice. Well, I don't plan to have a preference on whatever you might do with that credit of your's you plan on giving out. The day Tarosians put me on the front lines is when the Emperor has truly gone mad with power. What do you plan to do with being on the front lines? Die?" Ragan asked, snorting. Always the ray of sunshine he was. The ninja had been drinking a flask full of whatever alcohol he had on hand. It was lucky that growing up in a tavern could give you a stronger tolerance than most. Before the Apostles could arrive to see him drinking on the job, he threw the flask away haphazardly.

Aaryn

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Location: Approaching the Arena


Interacting/Mentioned: Jan, Akyra, the rest of the allies @SirBlazeALot @Falling Nebula @ practically everyone

Finally, they had made it. She wished to know who the hell would have the nerve to capture the leader. However, just looking at the place, the wyvern rider knew just the type. The strange men looked gruesome and hostile. They've seen their fair share of corruption and didn't seem inclined to avert away from said path. Aaryn heard plenty of rumours of the Tarosians dropping off criminals in Wynda to cause chaos freely. That thought made the wyvern rider feel the urge to grip her hand axe and throw it at the first person who looks at her the wrong way.


Speaking of her wyvern, she did notice that certain men that were sizing her up and staring paid attention to Bronwyn. These were criminals for sure, but what were the chances they were also poachers? Gritting her teeth, she glared with icy blue eyes and gripped onto her reins tightly. Aaryn had heard they did horrible things to animals. The rider strictly believed that harming animals intentionally should only be justified with hunting and hunting only. Slaughtering for sport was just monstrous and barbaric. Winnie roared in response, not as loudly as he normally would addressing opponents, but still enough to show that he was a threat.


Eyeing the crowd, her attention came to an arena of some sort. A familiar face could be spotted from the crowd. Obviously, who couldn't recognize her? Aaryn came in to take a closer look. Bronwyn flew in, deciding to land rather violently, mildly shaking the ground. Intimidation worked, most of the time, at least. Looking over the brutes up and down, she hopped out and addressed the Resistance member after putting together the pieces of what was going on. "What's going on? Ugh, you're an idiot, it's just an arena!"


Knowing that Jan was her friend and that Aaryn never backed down from anyone standing in the way of anyone she deemed a friend, the wyvern rider raised her own axe. At first she might have seemed disapproving, but Aaryn was far from that. "But since you want this so badly, I can't have you getting killed over this. Especially not when I can't get some hits in." The silver haired woman smirked. She couldn't just let Jan fight these guys alone. "Riiiight, Winnie? Are you going to carry her body if she dies?" Roaring his response, Aaryn smiled approvingly, petting his white scales. "Good boy~"

Vyn

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Location: Around Corwald


Interacting/Mentioned: Everyone @SirBlazeALot @RubyRose @Orikanyo @Wavebird @Pretzel Heart @Falling Nebula

Following Fridith and Eydis into Corwald, he expected to have seen Resistance members in shackles walking around. That thought made him shiver in disgust. If he had been there, Uryva would not have been captured. In fact, he could have prevented most of the captures and cold murders. He clenched his fists but whenever Vyn lost his cool, it seemed that his illness creeped back on him like salt on an open wound. Thus, the elf refused to lose composure. It seemed suspicious that this could be unguarded, however, Vyn needed to stop overthinking, as it could merely mean that they were stupid or arrogant. Perhaps both.


Walking around, he didn't like this place. He didn't like what had been done in this place. "Fridith, Eydis, do you know where the prisoners' whereabouts happen to be? If not, where do you estimate?" Vyn asked, looking around. It looked to be a cesspool of corrupt criminal activities. So corrupt, it probably had to be government supported. He thought of the necromancer that had been lurking around. Uryva would know what to do with her. However, now would be a good time to unleash them to do harm towards Corwald. Not that it would be the smartest idea.


Seeing as Aaryn had ran off to the area where Jan happened to be near, he feared the worse. Smacking Hayden over the head for encouraging the fight, the purple elf stepped in, attempting to stop the whole fight. "No, we're not here to fight. We're leaving the arena." He gently urged, reminding them of more important matters. However, we know how this goes already. Being safe, he sighed, exasperated and retreated back to look around at his surroundings. If they were to leave, good. But if they weren't then he would make up a plan to get them out by force.

Lirim

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Location: Around Corwald


Interacting/Mentioned: Roth @SirBlazeALot @ anyone that wants to talk to him

From what he could gather from Eydis and Fridith, they were a part of the Resistance. The Resistance was similar to the Ifrinic Tribal Resistance in his own country fighting against Taros. To him, that was admirable, at least, fighting for freedom was. Not that he believed people should fight for freedom, Lirim believed it should be something given to everyone. A human right. The case with the necromancer seemed to be resolved for now, it was a pain having to deal with such low health. I should really carry some vulneraries... he thought to himself. Corwald, the name was. However, after some talking to from the tactician towards Roth and himself, here he was. Wandering again with others who had a purpose. Lirim doubted these criminals did.


Sighing, he laughed to himself as Hayden and Roth began their playful banter. Roth was too guarded, as Lirim knew from the day they met. However, it only made it amusing to tease him. "The explorer is right, it's a beautiful day!" He cheerfully exclaimed. Their cheerful expressions did seem uncomfortably out of place here. Lirim noticed his expression change, something that exceeded beyond how he normally acted. Seeing Roth put his hood over his head, Lirim tilted his head curiously.


"My brother, you are acting stiff. What is the matter?" The nomad asked.


((rosa's awaiting orders from lamont))

 

[M03M03]

Location: In front of the Arena


With: Jan...and others who decide to join.


Mentions: Jan, Aaryn, and the two brutes.

@theglassangel @SirBlazeALot @Anyone who wants to interact...

Rookie, tenderfoot, newcomer, beginner, fledgling, greenhorn, trainee, cub, amateur...one would start to think Jan was a walking thesaurus if she continued as she had been since the attack. If the terms had not been glaringly true Akyra would have eventually fractured under the sheer pressure of the constant stream of nicknames thrown her way. As it presently stood, however, the terms served a very good purpose...they stamped down the Private's pride. It was there, in between insecurities and introvert habits, it balanced out the first two emotions and partially fueled the determination to avoid being a pushover, the determination to speak her own opinion. Too much pride though, could lead to death in this world....and this was a whole different world from the bear laguz village that had been isolated in the mountains. There, it had not mattered that she could not change shape, had not learned how to swing a sword...Akyra had been respected for the sheer stubborn will she had displayed and the unofficial role of counselor she had been in the tribe. She had always been a good listener and had always had a knack for getting into a person's mind and figuring out how they thought. In this world there was a lot more...and much of it was measured not only by how tough a person seamed to be, but how tough they were in battle as well. Which was why learning how to fight, and fight well, was on the top of Akyra's How to Survive list."I CHALLENGE YOU TO SINGLE COMBAT!!"Akyra shook her head from where she was leaning against a nearby pillar....really... Jan's love of battle should no longer be a surprise. Perhaps it had been a mistake not to challenge the wisdom of entering the city...but reasoning with Jan, Akyra had come to found, was much like hitting your head against a stone wall. Pardon the Private for wanting a break. At that moment a wyvern descended from the sky and a warrior, who Akyra could only guess was the quite famous wyvern rider Aaryn who she had yet to meet, hopped off and faced the two brutes who had confronted Jan. Straightening from her position in the shadows (You know...avoiding detection..pft a useless thought now.) Akyra walked up too the two brutes brushing away the stray feeling of unease that always shadowed her when she was so forward in behavior. Straightening the uniform of the first one, then the second one, and brushing a hand through the hair of both had been thugs so it that they looked more respectable Akyra shook her head. "Didn't your mothers tell you to dress up for special occasions? I wouldn't doubt they are very ashamed of you right now..." Turning and gesturing toward the worked up branded, the wyvern rider...and the wyvern itself who chose that moment to let out a terrifying roar, Akyra finished her comment. "One of the most important occasions of a person's life is, ironically, their death and the funeral that follows."Taking the cue from the growing interest shown from the onlookers (and her knowledge of Jan's personality) Akyra dived into the crowd searching for a staircase to a higher vantage point and finding, after pushing through the incoming crowd, a nearby veranda attached to the side of an inn. She would be no good in the fight, but this was a superb time to learn a few tricks from two experienced warriors in action. Claws lightly bit into Akyra's neck as Ragurz crawled out of the Private's fur collar before perching on her shoulder, drawn by the sound of the wyvern's roar.

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[RubyRose]

Zakai - Reminiscing in the Carriage - With the Main Group + Nostalgia Inducing Newcomers


Escaping the forest put akai's mind at ease. Even with the woman held prisoner Zakai had been concerned she'd be able to pull some trick. He had never liked Necromancers; never been the type to trust them. All he could be thankful for was Lamont's promise to pay back the losses and the agreement of not having the vile woman in the carriage. The ride had grown quiet for Zakai; even as other people chattered, he was lost in his mind once more, trying to piece himself back together. Killing that archer hadn't left him and there was still a tear in his being, but he was figuring out how to move past it. The wonderful 'if you hadn't killed them, they would have killed you' helped mildly.


Now they were back in somewhat familiar territory for a town was a town wherever you went, and as long as everyone was careful they might really be able to team up with the rebel force and find a way back home. Zakai's dreams of grandeur hadn't really left him, either, though. He really did want this trip to be successful in some sense and though the success could be considered making it home alive and warning everyone, Zakai dearly wanted it to be more then that. To find Ed and to help diminish this new threat on his home were two wonderful places to start. Because even if part of him was certain Ed hadn't made it, the other half told him the man was too stubborn to die.


A commotion spilled through the air and Zakai heard a challenge for single combat. Man, he really wanted to get in on that. He hadn't gotten single combat since he and Ed sparred before Ed left on his grand adventure. And now Zakai wanted to test what Ed had taught him against other people. He looked to Ava and Vilma, but said nothing, knowing that now was neither the time nor the place. Okay, so he had to bite down on his tongue not to say anything and may have released a bit of an unmanly sound at the pain that had caused but still.. he hadn't demanded they go find the voice challenging single combat so he could challenge them. That was a win, right?


@Wavebird @SirBlazeALot @Orikanyo @theglassangel





<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_07/57a8cbf355065_NewWorld_Al(4).jpg.2f158c9e6bbee9f812c8296b5fa60971.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="145013" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_07/57a8cbf355065_NewWorld_Al(4).jpg.2f158c9e6bbee9f812c8296b5fa60971.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> Alexander - With the Main Group + Fun Newcomers


The women in this land... Alexander was finding himself very enamored. If he could just get one to share a bed with him he'd be a happy man. The bellow to do single combat had Al perking up and looking around for the one who had spoke it, a minor wish flooding him that someone would challenge him but you know, most people don't challenge a guy as big as Al. At least not people who are sane. Still, when his eyes fell on the fiesty little woman Al's heart actually fluttered and he couldn't help releasing the emotion in a low rumble of a chuckle. Diana was a strong, amazing woman, that Al could not deny. But the temper that this new woman gave off....


A shadow moved overhead and Alexander looked up in time to see the dark shape of Bronwyn fly overhead, a shine of silver glinting from the way sunlight hit Aaryn's hair. He was probably testing his luck with the gazes he had been giving her lately and the things he had been saying but she was a powerful, intelligent, strong headed woman. Though Al could be a bit pigheaded and sexist when it came to what women were good for, he couldn't deny his attraction for the women who were above 'standing there, looking pretty, having children, and making dinner'. Then again Al had never really been the type of man interested in settling down; he liked his war and his drink and multiple women. He didn't really make for a good husband or father.


Alexander could feel the rumble of the ground and vibrations through the air as Bronwyn landed and he couldn't help the grin spreading across his mouth as he watched Aaryn interact with the fiesty girl. If they are friends, perhaps Aaryn wouldn't mind introducing me. And might not be against both of them having a night with me. Al's eyes became a bit sparkly and he moved near Grieves, elbowing the man playfully, stupid smile still in place. "Grieves, you have got to admit there is no finer woman then one with strength and a loud mouth to bite back with." He said, eyes only leaving Aaryn and her friend for a moment to look at the Butler. "The women of this land are mighty and worthy of warriors such as us."


@Wavebird @SirBlazeALot @theglassangel

Era- With the Main Group + Odd Newcomers


Era's hand gripped the talisman Lamont had given her. She had accepted it at first without thinking of what it was but when she had looked at it later that night, she was touched that her lord would gift her with such a fine, powerful item. She had gone back later, offering a prized possession of her own; a key to unlock any door. It was an odd key that would only work once, but she figured since she had the skill on her own to unlock the door she didn't need the key. And though she hoped she would always be near Lamont to unlock doors for him if needed, she thought it best he have it in case of an emergency.


Walking through the streets reminded Era a bit of home. Especially the shouting. She just made sure to stay close to Lamont's side, one hand on her hidden weapon while the other hand memorized the grooves and shape of the talisman. She would neither allow someone to rob Lamont, nor touch him, if she had anything to do with it. She also kept an eye on the prisoner as was requested of her; she would not fail Lamont. She hadn't allowed the vile woman to stray far from her sight, and she wouldn't. She wouldn't allow a second fiasco of a prisoner escaping when Lamont trusted her to keep watch. Era also kept an eye on Rose and Mordimort, when she could. Wasn't often, but she did try. They were important to her too and she wanted to help protect them if it was needed; though Mordi didn't seem to need any protection at all.


@Orikanyo @theglassangel @Wavebird @SirBlazeALot


<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_07/Melo.jpg.681b8ccbf431f765a020b474b5be8d17.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="145012" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_07/Melo.jpg.681b8ccbf431f765a020b474b5be8d17.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> Melo - Held Prisoner - Captive with Uryva


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The hard exercise routine of a knight had never really left Melo and even as a healer he made sure to keep his body in tip top working condition, wasting no time while he was locked away behind bars. Instead of sulking in a corner, Melo had made use of the time meditating and doing the kinds of workouts one can do while in a cell. He used Uryva's tunes to pace himself and the bright outlook of his leader kept a flame burning in Melo's chest. He had been in worse situations before; he could make it through this.


Uryva's song echoed through the prison cell and Melo stood to actually survey the leader. He wondered how the head of the Resistance was fairing, and he didn't like that in this place he could not make sure Uryva was getting enough to eat. Then again, that's what Muffin was for. He had sent his mini partner on a quest in the hope to lighten their dire situation just a bit.


"Very well." Melo said and his deep baritone rang out with Uryva's tenor voice, adding an echoing rumble throughout the halls. It was nice to sing sometimes. It could be uplifting for the spirits, which Melo supposed was the focus. When the song had finished, a scurrying sound caught Melo's attention and he smiled as Muffin made an appearance, her head poking out of a dark crevice so thin Melo couldn't have fit his hand in. Then again, Melo's hands weren't small so perhaps that wasn't saying much. Muffin had a small chunk of cheese in her mouth and Melo smiled, stroking the weasel's head with his finger tip before accepting the treasure.


"Here. Might help you're singing a little. At the very least, it'll help keep the grumble of your stomach at bay." Melo said, coming to the front of his cell and tossing the piece of cheese through the bars, into Uryva's cell. "What song shall we grace these halls with next?"


@SirBlazeALot

 

[Orikanyo]

Lamont Basilo


Location: nearby the carriage


interacting with: Kristen, Rosa.(@SirBlazeALot @theglassangel )


"My my my, what a.. quaint little town." the smiling man spoke allowed to his companions, giving a once over to them all, pretty much ignoring the call for combat... thought something told him in the pit of being being he'd like the sight that came with investigating it. Perhaps his instincts saw something he didn't in the cry?


Or perhaps it was the good ol' Palenian perv sense?


...Possible... but lately it has been going off a great deal, couldn't blame people... There was quite beautiful women in the group. Rosa was herself, Diana was a attractive(yet married) woman herself, Aaryan was quite the spectacle, even if he hadn't the chance to speak to her yet. Though Lamont doubted he was her type... While she was many man's type in truth. Ava was... well... a greedy merchant... a rather well endowed greedy merchant, however she wasn't to terrible to get along with on occasion... She WAS keeping stock of their equipment and allowing them use of their carriage, minus prisoner storage of course, so she can be forgiven for some abrasiveness. We were in a strange land and she was one of the non-combatants among them...


Perhaps he should spend time speaking to Ava? Merhaps mend some wounds? I wonder if she liked tea...


"Rosa, how are we on tea supply? While we can go without, luxuries can keep a man sane in dire times." he spoke to his dear maid, at least to give her something to do other then worry about ever stranger she walks past.


before walking closer to the front of the carriage he looked to kristen, unbound but still following, he did order Era to watch her, but only to prevent her from stealing anything from the carriage. he made the express statement to allow her to leave if she so wished. This of course made the young woman give her patented confused stares, something Lamont has triggered intentionally to see for the sake of it being just so darn cute. But he made certain the others were to know as well, if she steals, treat her as you would a theif, if she leaves, it is her choice, if she runs and we see her again as a necromancer, it will be Lamont's job to rid the world of her. (it'd be easier to understand if somebody replied to the support > )


Speaking of kristen, best he checked upon her. "So then, we are at the town, larger then your home but perhaps you know of this place? In truth it's not as I expected myself... it almost seems as if it was... recently taken over?" he spoke in a hushed tone, his cloak close to his body.


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Mordimort is currently in the carriage, having a cat nap.


With a cat named Sticks.


Who is also having a cat nap upon the cat-laguz branded who is having a cat nap.


Both are purring.


All who witness this spectacle have a 100% chance to be afflicted with love.


Rosa may die of sucrose overdose from entering the carriage in search of the tea supplies...


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Cal'vina


Location: currently stealing the shot gun seat of the carriage.


Interacting with: Ava


"My goodness, seemed this place changed in a hurry." Cal'vina mentioned, his head turning around as he looked at everything. This certainly was no resistance base any longer. "Seems we shall have to be more careful here as well, goodness... no rest for the wicked. What have we done to deserve such ill luck... mind it'd be a lucrative deal if we manage a coup." he chuckled with the thought, if there was anything he'd go for with an extra bit of cash is to fund his operations into... well...


It's more of a pet project...


Siege weaponry.


The loud shunt of a ballista bolt, the flinging boulder or what have you of a catapult... Oh yes, these things bring joy into the man's rather large and thoroughly gold (plated) heart.


"Though... gaining land in the middle of enemy territory, abit of a hassle I shall admit. From experience of course, no lies from this mouth I shall tell you now." the man stated as he crossed his legs, sitting them upon a nearby ledge of the carriage seating area. "So, Ava was it? I shall admit, a good choice setting up shop as a quarter master, how much do they pay you to risk your life like this hmm? Quite the ordeal, being tossed in to battle after battle, following these lords in their quest to get home."


In truth, he was applying the praise abit thickly here... but then again, he WAS in her territory, when you were in other merchant's territory, you played nice. Even if you didn't like them, then again he DID like Ava, so this was rather easy. Why did he like Ava? Well, aside form the obvious points of interest, she loved money.


He loved money.


That was enough for him, it was also enough for him to love tellign stories of his travels, so that meant he gets to be buddies with Hayden, good guy, abit dopey, but good guy regardless.


"So... the shops in town are well stocked. As you would expect from a modest town. Good metal in the nearby area means good weapons, high quality steel. Not to mention some good supplies are over the way along with toxins and tomes to help out magic slinging friends. As much as i'd say to keep our money for supplies.. the faster we arm our friends on the front line, the sooner they will prevent others from getting up in our face. of course... having money for supplies as well is something important to keep in mind. But I needn't remind you of course."


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Oh shit....

Here comes...

Dat boi...

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"Is everything set?" "Yea boss, all set and ready." "A-a-are you sure you should do this?" "Maria, hun, love, baby, beautiful, darling, lover of my life, bae, sweetie, dumpling, carrot cake, waffle-cone... You stay adorable~!" "Alright boss, you ready?" "Freddy." "Frank." "I was born ready..." "Alright, ready... Set...."

"GO!"

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High over the town, the sounds of something being launched high into the air could be heard, a sound of something flying through the air at break neck speeds. Paired along with the sounds of a somebody laughing like an absolute mad man. Few people knew whom this man was, but soon two more would also know this not really secret secret. As the strange object that was flying through the air...


Was now flying directly towards the throne room's window!!!


The sounds of a large object breaking through glass filled the hall as the the thing's flight came to an end, crashing upon the floor but not breaking open quite yet.


The object.


Was a barrel.


A barrel that was seemingly reinforced with steel and... almost looked like it has seen many flights before this. the lid popped off this barrel, facing the area away from the two...


And out from the barrel came...

"HELLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO QUILL!"

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A man in jester's motley came bursting forth, as he threw a long piece of fabric into the air that said "Congratulations Quill." upon it in various colors. the man seemed to laugh like a maniac for awhile, before addressing the two once more. "I am Apostle nine, or IX if you wana get all fancy like. And I congratulate you, Quill, on a job well done.


And so, here he was, the man of the hour, the century, the millennia and maybe a few more minutes afterwards.

Spades

Complementary mentions: @theglassangel @SirBlazeALot and soon to be @RubyRose
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[SirBlazeALot]

Penn
Location: Fort Corwald
Kickin' It With: Ragan & Spades

Penn snorted, unphased by Ragan's dickery. "Me? Die on the frontlines? Not likely. Know why? The minute they reassign me from takin' care of Corwald is the minute I dip with all the gold in this building and a couple wenches to keep me company. Fuckers'll never see me again." Penn grinned at Ragan and added, "I'm sure you'd do the same, tough guy." Penn wasn't one for "Oh look at me, I'm so strong", he had nothing to prove to anyone in that regard. Was he a legendary swordsman? Nah. Did he aspire to be? Not really. He didn't have expectations for himself. He'd done way better than he or anyone could have expected him to do in his life already, so perhaps he had the right idea all along, and all that bullshit Ordinist talk about having faith in yourself and being the strongest really never meant anything.

A hooded man came into the throne room in a rush. "What's up, Wes?" Penn asked. It was one of his boys. Good guy. Kept an ear to the ground. Maybe not as well as a highfalutin ninja, but he did well enough. "You guys aren't gonna believe this. I'm about 95.61% sure that those guys from Neth and maybe even a few rebels are right outside the arena trying to compete in the tournament today." Penn slapped his knee and laughed triumphantly. "Well I'll be damned, Wes. I don't wanna know how you got to that number, but I like those odds, yeah? Tell the boys to bring 'em in. Alive, if possible. Hell, make a game outta it. Tell 'em if they can beat us and make it right here to this very chair, then sheeeit, I'll have the tourney committee just give 'em the grand prize."

Wes nodded and asked, "What about the treasure in the west wing and the east wing? Is it secure?" Penn shrugged. "Who cares, those pampered pups won't make it this far anyway! I got the sleeping giant over in the west wing, should be plenty to keep 'em outta there. Now get outta here, go tell the boys what I said." Wes bowed sarcastically and dipped out as swiftly as he'd arrived. "Well, tough guy, whaddaya say we earn a few more stripes? Catch ourselves some brats from across the pon--do you hear that?"

And not a second later a barrel busted in through Fort Corwald and out popped...a jester. He'd received word that IX was a strange one and to have his sense of humor ready but...this wasn't what he was expecting. "HOLY SHIT!" Penn staggered away from the broken glass, watching in confusion as the jester popped out of the barrel. "What the fuhh..." Penn murmured under his breath. He looked around for a moment before finally saying, "Ain't nobody here named Quill, Commander. All accolades you have to offer should go to this guy right here...Ragan." Penn moved to the ninja and put a hand on his shoulder. "He's the one who found the Arius boy. Say...you were supposed to come with another one of the Apostles, right?"

@theglassangel @Orikanyo

Uryva
Location: A dank ass prison cell in Fort Corwald
Kickin' It With: Melo

Uryva caught the cheese and gave Melo a sympathetic look through the bars. "Ah, Mel," he looked down at the cheese. He would have preferred if the man kept it for himself. Not that he wasn't hungry, but if anyone was going to need their strength it'd be Melo and the other captives. But he knew Melo would probably just throw it back at him if he refused. And then they'd be playing hot potato with it. As fun as that sounded, it would only be a matter of time before someone fucked up and dropped it on the ground. So he tore it in half and tossed one of the pieces back at him. "You know how you get when you're hungry," Uryva teased, and took a bite of his own half.

"Let's see... what song should we sing..." he thought aloud. "Well...as you all know I fancy myself an artist." Uryva stood with his arms behind his back and took on an overly posh demeanor, quite unlike the typically casual one he normally spoke with. "I'm quite the accomplished bard, poet, and artist. A triple threat if I do say so myself, ha ha ha~" Uryva was completely bullshitting, he was none of these things. Except for an artist, maybe. If by art you meant the lewd sketches he'd make of the female members during war council meetings. "My latest song, that I've written and memorized, and am totally not making up on the spot is about a beautiful lady who rides upon a white wyvern...we all know her and love her...this one's called...Aaryn." Uryva cleared his throat.

"Aaryn~... You always catch me starin'~

But how can I help myself...your silver hair is~

...nice, but you know what I like more?

Your ass is to die fooor~ pffff" Uryva immaturely began to crack up briefly before breaking into hearty belly laughter. "Th-That's all I've got so far, maybe you guys can help me finish it. I think we should turn the part about her ass into the chorus."

@RubyRose

Jan
Location: In front of the Arena
Kickin' It With: Akyra, Aaryn, & a bunch of cutthroat douchebags

The cutthroats seemed amused by Jan's challenge at first, and their laughter did nothing for Jan's temper. With all that wrathful heat building up in her system, it seemed like she was going to explode. Then Aaryn showed up. So it looked like Jan's idiotic idea to march directly into the city had panned out. They should make ME the head tactician! Aaryn of course arrived with an axe in hand and some playful banter. "Up yours Aaryn, I can take these guys blindfolded!"

This was becoming quite the scene, and a few of the other thugs in the city began to gather around their buddies, including a hooded man. The two brutes stood there blankly while Akyra fixed their hair and clothes, arms folded, and a snarl in place. One of them nodded and growled, "So that's how it is huh? Alright, you're gonna regret this!!" He drew his blade, but before he could make a move toward the women, the hooded man placed a hand on his chest. "Huh?" The hooded one stood on his tippy toes, and whispered in the taller brute's ear. "Oh...OH...alright..." he sheathed his blade and the hooded man made haste away from the crowd.

"Chickening out, MILK DRINKER!?" Jan asked defiantly, her axe still ready to do some limb removal. The brute bowed apologetically. "Forgive us, ladies. We've closed the tournament off because we didn't want any of the townsfolk gettin' the idea that they stood a chance in the ring with us. Couldn't have anyone gettin' hurt, ya know?" His tone had changed drastically, to a far more polite and accommodating one. "But you ladies clearly know what you're doin' so my associate has gone to inform our boss that we've got some real warriors competin' today." Being the raving idiot she is, Jan didn't find any of this suspicious at all. "Oh. Well okay then. That's better!" she broke her battle stance and stood up straight.

"Nothin' to see here folks!" the other brute began to shoo away the gathering crowd. "See ya in the ring, then," the man said with an oddly nefarious tone before walking away laughing with some of his buddies. "Yeah! I'll be the last thing you see!" Jan called after him, only gaining more laughter from the boys as they departed. Jan pouted and turned to Aaryn. "Took you long enough to get here! Bronwyn must be getting fat! Good!" Jan glared and growled at the wyvern playfully. "Ya hear that fattie?! You're gonna have a lotta meat on your bones when I eatcha!" Oh Jan. Is there any reptile you won't eat?

@Falling Nebula @theglassangel @ pretty much everyone she's makin' quite a scene

Roth
Location: About halfway deep into the Corwald
Kickin' It With: Lirim & Mordimort

Roth rolled his eyes as Lirim and Hayden reveled in their annoyingly chipper mood. He pulled his hood down even further to close off the world even more. Roth had been out in the wilds for so long, working only with a few wandering warriors, it was weird to be a part of an army again. It didn't take a graduate from one of the most prestigious schools in Wynda to know that being responsible for blowing the group's cover right now would be a total dick move. But when Aaryn joined the loud mouth red head, he assumed she had that covered, and loosened up only to answer Lirim's question. "It's best if I'm not seen," he answered vaguely, looking up at the horseman with a glint in his eye. Though it wasn't what he meant, the deep seeded insecurities toward his own appearance began to rear their ugly heads. "I'm going to the wagon. Enjoy your beautiful day, brother." There was a sharp venom to his words. Roth fell back and opened the doors to the carriage and invited himself inside. He was inflicted with the Love status effect upon seeing Mordi and Sticks but no one has to know that.

@theglassangel @Orikanyo

Grieves
Location: Corwald w/ errbody and shit
Kickin' It With: Al

This city was probably one of the seediest places he'd seen in his life. There were some areas of Fuccinian cities that one just did not go unless they were up to no good. But they were little pockets of unsavory places. Corwald seemed like one of those little pockets, only the size of a full city. He'd done quite a bit of laundry last night, for not only himself and Diana to rid themselves of Mogall guts, but for the rest of the group as well. If they had managed to get themselves covered in blood and guts that is. He felt as if just walking through this place would require him to wash everyone's clothes again.

Al's nudge broke him from his thoughts. He looked in the direction of Jan and Aaryn. He'd been attentively watching the thugs who patrolled this city to make sure none of them were bold enough to speak with Diana. The conflict at the arena only put him on higher alert. But leave it to Al to start thinking with his second head. "I suppose," Grieves answered half-heartedly. He was pretty enthralled that Al considered him to be a warrior of the same caliber, so as always he indulged the axe fighter's talk of women. "A mighty woman is quite the catch indeed, but I prefer women who are...less pig headed, if you will. I fancy women who are intelligent and witty. Worldly women who can wield a pen with as much skill as a warrior with a blade. Someone...intellectually stimulating, if you will." Grieves paused, and said in a lower tone, "Nonetheless, I must concur, the women of this land are quite the spectacle." That was Grieves talk for "Daaaaaaayuuuuuum they sexy, cuh!"

@RubyRose

Ava
Location: In front of the Arena in the Driver's seat duh
Kickin' It With: Cal'vina

Ava was on edge and that was plain to see. Every other person in this city looked like they were poor, a degenerate, or a poor degenerate. To Ava, that meant everyone who lived here was a thief, or worse, a god damn bandit. Her eyes shifted all about warily as the carriage moved forward, and she felt like melting in her seat when the arena debacle occurred. And here was Cal'vina, talking her ear off. Ever so calmly. "Ha! They don't pay me at all. But mark my words, if by some miracle we make it home alive, I'll see to it that I am very well compensated by all three of their parents!"

From what she understood of their new companion, he was a merchant himself, and you can bet your ass Ava had sized him up the minute she obtained this information. Merchants have a funny way of playing nice with each other even if they hated each other and Ava was no different. He was well traveled, and probably had a bunch of connections in this land. Should things ever go south and Ava found herself alive among three dead Nethite royals, then she knew just who to turn to to start fresh in the New World. "Oh I'm positive our men are armed just fine~" She replied sweetly. "See? Look, not a single one of them is without a weapon~" The concept of combat had her voice shaking slightly. "I don't suppose you're familiar with the shop owners in this...this wonderful little city?"

@Orikanyo

Kristen
Location: Behind the carriage and shit
Kickin' It With: Lamont

Corwald had gotten even worse since the last time she'd seen it. How insulting that the Empire would actually entrust the care of a city, a fucking city, to common criminals. She'd quietly been following along the carriage, her cloak obscuring the rest of her body. Why was she still with these people? Easy. They were freeing the Resistance leader. If she could meet with him and Vyn without the goodie two shoes foreign dualist butting in, then perhaps she could convince the two of them to start taking her plans more seriously. Speaking of the goodie goodie. Kristen scoffed and sarcastically answered, "Oh no, the city council decided to replace the guards with Tarosian criminals years before the war started. Much more effective if you ask me~" The sweet smile she'd said these words with became a scowl as soon as she'd finished them. "Do I know of it? Psh. I was born here. I only moved to Wynvale--sorry,--the Whispering Woods after this place was seized. First Wyndan city to fall in the war..."

@Orikanyo

((Hayden is watching the altercation, disappointed that it was solved without a fight.))

 

[theplasticdemon]

Ragan


Location: Fort Corwald


Interacting: Penn and Spades @SirBlazeALot @Orikanyo
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Yup, just asshole talk between two assholes. Ragan looked back at him and looked straight in the eye. "Mmm. You know me so well, I bet every single man here would. You're looking at some of the most unreliable assholes there are." He didn't bother to grin back. Ragan agreed with the whole Ordinist bullshit, he wasn't the best ninja there was either. In fact, he was simply another disposable life in the hands of the enemy. Other than the information he had. When Wes entered the room, Ragan shot him his signature resting Bitch Face.


Listening to the whole conversation, he couldn't give a single shit about whatever competition they were in. He didn't even care about the 'killing Nethites' thing. "You're awfully arrogant." He scoffed, as if he was above that shit. However, he would probably pull a Penn and sneak into the room with the treasure and dip. "Well--" It seems like Ragan doesn't get fazed by much, does he? As everyone else screamed in terror, he simply kept an alert eye. Fear was what got you caught as a ninja.


"Nice." He said, nonchalantly. "Commander IX." Ragan nodded, not minding that he called someone Quill. This certain Apostle was known for his crazy antics, after all. It was said that no one could truly put a finger on his identity. That was probably the most ninja thing about Spades. "I'm the one who found Arius. Need anything?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "However, if there's anyone you could think of to put on the front lines, Penn is a rather... skilled mercenary."

Aaryn


Location: In front of the Arena


Interacting: Akyra, Jan, other dickheads @Falling Nebula @SirBlazeALot
​

Aaryn smirked. It was good to have Jan back. She was getting stir crazy for some combat. In fact, Aaryn didn't even retort. "If it makes you stop fighting every goddamn weakling you see." She responded, telling the barbarian to pick her battles in the most Aaryn way possible. However, the wyvern rider had already gotten herself into quite a pickle already. As he lifted his blade, Aaryn prepared to step in front of the man to retaliate but was quickly stopped by another fellow brute. What the...


The change of tone made Aaryn suspicious, unlike her friend Jan. Obviously, there was something more sinister going on. There was no way that anyone had the right mind to actually believe them. The accommodating tone... "Like that would be of any of your concern." Aaryn muttered as they spoke of no one being hurt. Especially since they were denied access because they weren't working for Penn. Whoever this Penn guy was deserved to be on the sharp end behind her axe.


Watching Jan give empty threats that may or may not be returned, Aaryn felt huge suspicious vibes around these guys. They were laughing at her. Laughing at one of the more intimidating warriors in the Resistance. Her eyes traveled around the town as the brutes seemed to be preparing for something. Raising an eyebrow, she crossed her arms and held a little tighter to her wyvern's reins as if she was preparing for takeoff. "You're as stupid as you are arrogant. I don't doubt you'll kick their asses but something's wrong." She sighed, but ultimately decided to participate in the playful banter.





"Mhmmmm." Aaryn made hand gestures that looked like a mouth opening and closing. Bronwyn, meanwhile, yawned at Jan's face and snorted in response. That was a sign of affection, don't worry. "Stick to drakes, Jan, Bronwyn's been hungry." Petting his scales, Aaryn pat his snout. Winnie bared his sharp teeth. "In fact, you're right. He's been getting fat off Tarosian intestines and the heads of various monsters. At once, of course~"

Rosalia


Location: The Carriage


Interacting: Lamont, Era, (later) Mordi and Roth @Orikanyo @SirBlazeALot @RubyRose
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Like a loyal maid, the 'beautiful' (by Lamont's words) woman found herself by Lamont's side along with the small child she had picked up on their last adventures. If asked if she had regretted it, the answer was no. They had gained themselves a new bodyguard after Alecks' death. Hopefully, she would grow to be a formidable guard. Imitating a mother hen, she knelt down and pat Era right on her head, giving her the sweetest smile. "My Lord, this does not seem like the most pleasant place to be." Rosalia said, Rosalia-speak for 'this place is scary'. She had never been to a place as noisy and intimidating as this... Luckily, before she could worry, Lamont brought her back down to Earth.


"Tea supply? I do think we have some left. Ava does not seem like a person who would run out of anything in the Carriage. Except that it's so awfully messy... I will go check for you nonetheless, my Lord~ I will also keep in mind to look for some honey for Era~" Smiling brightly, Rosalia entered the carriage. However, upon entering, she had encountered something more effective than her love staff...


Rosa gasped as soon as she entered, her bright green eyes widening in cuteness. Forgetting her whole tea mission, she had to cover her mouth to prevent from squealing. Inching closely enough to the two, her green eyes began to sparkle. "Ohbythegoddessthey'readorable..." Rosa whispered to Roth. In fact, she was so affected by the love status that she didn't even bother to ask Roth why he was here. Or who the elf even was. Instead, the maid picked up the small kitten and put the cute little critter on her lap. Petting it softly, she muttered. "I think we can both come to the conclusion that cats are all as adorable wherever you go~" The petite maiden put the cat's fur to her face and snuggled him.

Other Backgrounded Characters

vyn is with fridith and eydis, lirim is enjoying hayden's company

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[RubyRose]

Zakai - Reminiscing in the Carriage - With the Main Group + Nostalgia Inducing Newcomers


Zakai was disappointed when the commotion was settled by the silver haired woman. After having a day where he both couldn't hit the target, and then turned around and seemed to hit everything, he wouldn't mind getting a release in frustration with a good round of wrestling or sword fighting. Still, it probably wasn't the best idea since they were trying not to draw attention to themselves. Even if Ava would appreciate a little more gold. Zakai was at least glad the woman Lamont was holding prisoner wasn't kept in the carriage.


@Wavebird @SirBlazeALot @Orikanyo @theglassangel

Alexander - With the Main Group + Fun Newcomers


Al chuckled as he listened to Grieves, shaking his head. "You would be the type to like conversations that delve deeper then 'I am a strong warrior, fight me' as my conversations tend to stay at." He said, grinning as he teased the butler. "You probably buy women roses and prefer the ones who are all soft curves from spending their days safely hidden away." He said, pointing out a voluptuous woman as they passed her who looked like she hadn't worked a single day in her life. Alexander greatly enjoyed talking to Grieves; the man was not like Al's typical comrades and it was interesting to speak to a man that used his heart to think, yet was still a powerful warrior. Grieves was an oddity Al thought to never exist yet the man stood before him and Al wouldn't trade him for half of the men Al usually drank with.


"Spectacle, yes. A dangerous spectacle, as well. That woman, Aaryn... the one with the great wyvern. She has a sharp tongue and short temper, and apparently knows how to butcher a man 50 ways. And yet she makes my blood pound just thinking of her." Al said, almost sounding a bit poetic if poetry were ever that crude. Al watched as the fight died down a bit and found he was disappointed, but he kept an eye on the woman Aaryn had calmed. She seemed an even tougher, and more fiery spirit then Aaryn. "Have you yet to find a woman in our company that catches your interest? What about that carriage woman... she seems of sharp wit and she's pretty enough, yes?" Al said with another playful elbow to Grieve's side.


@Wavebird @SirBlazeALot @theglassangel

Era- With the Main Group + Odd Newcomers


"Cat?" Era had followed after Rose, thinking that she might be able to help the maid in what she was fetching. She peeked over the edge of the carriage, her head turning back to check to make sure Lamont was still safe and that thieves were still steering clear, before looking back at Rosa and the animal she was snuggling. Her brows furrowed, wondering how the beast had gotten into the carriage. She just shook her head. "Tea?" The tea was apparently important and yet Rose was distracted by an animal... and Era didn't understand the distraction.


@Orikanyo @theglassangel @Wavebird @SirBlazeALot

Melo - Held Prisoner in Fort Corwald - Captive with Uryva


"I'm perfectly pleasant at any given time." Melo said with a grim smile and a nod of tanks at having received a portion of the cheese. He broke his chunk in half again and offered a portion of it to Muffin who accepted and nibbled on it gratefully, climbing up to sit on Melo's shoulder. Of course, should a guard come or anyone else, she would effectively hide herself as she was good at doing, but for now she remained comfortably in the open.


Melo couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head. "Of the skills you list as your triple threat... well, at any rate those are not the skills I would list as your strong skills." He said, his chest feeling a bit constricted despite the rumble of a chuckle shaking through it. He listened as Uryva started to sing a song Melo wasn't familiar with and the man sighed, shaking his head a little. "I truly hope you never sing that to Aaryn. I don't think you'd have your head for long, Bronwyn would crunch it right off." He said, laughing for true this time, just imagining Aaryn's face at being sung such a song and the response of her Wyvern to her unpleasant emotions.


"There is no help for that song." He added, in case he hadn't been clear with his first comment. "Perhaps a slong about her Wyvern instead?" Melo hummed a low note and then started a ballad just to try and play along, though he was no where near the skill of Uryva in singing or making up songs.


"For he who conquers the skiiiiies~


For he who glides like a moon in the niiiiiiight~


For he who crunches his enemies with sharp teeeeth~


Please don't make a meal for those who can't speeeeeak~


Properly to your mistreeeeess~


For we need him to win the waaaaar~"


Melo gave a bow and grinned at Uryva as if he were receiving uproarious rounds of applause.


@SirBlazeALot

Damien/Commander VII - Following Spade's Spectacle - Fort Corwald


Damien was in a wonderful mood. Of course he was; they had prisoners to execute and if Damien got lucky he'd be able to make it really bloody. Although, just hanging them was an option... but Damien was enthusiastic about a bloody death. As he always was. He had held off from any murdering sprees to build his desire for this day as soon as he had heard the leader of the rebels had been captured. Certainly he'd be allowed to have his way with him and any of the resistance... He licked his lips at the thought but kept his wonderfully bloody thoughts to himself as he watched Spade's terribly colorful entrance; the man was such an oddity but he could be amusing. Especially when Damien was in a good mood.


"Congrats is given, Ragan. You have done a great thing for your country." Damien said smoothly, coming up next to Spades- having entered the room with a very dignified walk. Knowing how much Spade liked the spotlight, Damien stopped speaking after that so that Spade could say whatever the man was bound to want to say; whatever explanation that Quill is the proper name or how it relates to Ragan.


@Orikanyo @SirBlazeALot @theglassangel

 

[M03M03]

@SirBlazeALot @theglassangel @Anyone who wants to interact...


Location:Wandering Corwald


Mentions: Jan, Aaryn, Bronwyn, Vyn, Brutes

A sigh of disappointment whispered out of Akyra's nose as the brutes to have approached Aaryn, and Jan decided to change their behavior rather drastically. (Slightly suspicious that...especially when their lack of fear was added into the calculation.) Despite the dire circumstances the gathering of the resistance was caused by, Akyra could not help but feel a veritable flame of curiosity spark within her chest. So many people, with the same relative purpose, different lives and knowledge, different history's... the excitement building in the Branded's blood was completely irrational...and the Private was comforted by the feeling....this was more like how she used to be before tragedy struck. She had not lost herself completely.

Ragurz's body coiled before he launched himself in the direction of the dragon...or would have. Quick as a blink of an eye Akyra's hands snatched the little drake from the air. "Oh to you don't Ra...I realize your curiosity is strong, and you want to meet your cousin...but perhaps right now is not the best timing. Your cousin (distant cousin at that) may have a pallet for drake. When you meet him...it will be on my terms and not up to chance." A disgruntled growl rumbled in the Drake's little chest as he cast a silver eye in his mistress's direction...before consenting defeat. Quick as a blink of an eye the little beast's head was up, tongue scenting the air as his gaze spotted a familiar purple form. Turning her gaze to see what had caught her companion's attention Akyra felt a grin spread across her face. Quickly descending the stairs Akyra pushed through the citizen's before coming up beside Vyn. "It is a relief to see you in one piece, Vyn, knowing you penchant for risking your life. Perhaps you could give me some direction on what I should be looking for or perhaps introduce me to some of those with us." Akyra's voice was low to keep other's from hearing, she was sure that the elf's sharp ears would catch the words.​

 

[SirBlazeALot]

Uryva
Location: A dank ass prison cell in Fort Corwald
Kickin' It With: Melo

"Awwww but if I don't sing it to her how will she ever know how I truly feel?" Uryva asked puffing his lip out a bit. It was great that Melo was still in good spirits and willing to joke around as if nothing was wrong. At this point Uryva would prefer having Bronwyn remove his head rather than the Tarosians. His preference for decapitators wasn't the type of joke to make in this moment. That would only call attention to their predicament.

Melo's impromptu song was met with cheers and clapping from Uryva. "Whoo!" he whooped through laughter. "Bravo, bravo!" Uryva came closer to the bars and mused, "That's a real masterpiece right there, Mel. That'll win Aaryn's heart for sure. I'll have to make sure I give you a special toast at our wedding~ Though I'm sure my mother would prefer that I marry someone more like Eydis. A deep Ordinist ya know? Not that I'd mind really. She's quite charming in that little skirt of her's isn't she?"

@RubyRose

Jan
Location: In front of the Arena
Kickin' It With: Aaryn

Jan bared her teeth in front of the wyvern, growling at it playfully. She didn't get how people could become so attached to animals, they were just food and mounts to her. Wyverns could be fun to play with though. They were big and ferocious and being able to tame one was a sign of strength. Unlike the prissy pegasus that Fridith rode on. "Oh he is, is he? Still doing all the dirty work for you?" Jan teased Aaryn.

She pulled her head out of her ass and realized that if Aaryn was here, that meant Fridith and Eydis had successfully found Vyn. That meant there was some kind of plan right? Jan pouted, realizing this fight would probably interrupt the tournament today. But the gaggle of strangers that had arrived with Aaryn and the rest was more cause for concern for Jan. More fighters meant less glory to around! "What's with all the dead weight?" she asked Aaryn, glaring at the unfamiliar members of the Assembly.

@theglassangel

Roth
Location: About halfway deep into the Corwald (In The Carriage)
Kickin' It With: Mordimort, Rose, Zakai, & Era

Roth scooted away from the maid apprehensively when she whispered to him. Was the scene in front of him adorable? Yeah but he'd never admit that. That would destroy his reputation. Not that he really even had one, he'd yet to introduce himself to everyone here. But he didn't want to be classified as a kitten-lover, especially in front of another warrior. "Wh-Whatever," he gruffly replied to the maid. He raised an eyebrow as she snuggled with the kitten, and he was about to ask if there was a reason she'd come in and interrupted the snuggling session but a young boy peaking inside the vehicle answered that question. "Tea?" Roth repeated. He looked at one of the shelves in the carriage and scoffed. "Is now really the time for tea?" he asked the child. "We could be going to battle soon. That means now isn't the time for a nap either," Roth nudged Mordi with his foot to stir the girl awake. That'll show 'em I'm not phased by cute things.

@theglassangel @Orikanyo @RubyRose

Grieves
Location: Corwald w/ errbody and shit
Kickin' It With: Al

Al simultaneously ribbed his own taste and Grieves', making the butler chuckle softly. He glanced at the woman Al pointed out but looked away before he could really take her in. Keeping his eyes to himself was an important matter of etiquette. "I do prefer more delicate women, I suppose. That isn't to say that a woman of your preferences couldn't offer what I seek as well."

Looking ahead at the fight, or lack thereof, Grieves wondered if Alexander's interest in Aaryn went beyond lust. The way he spoke of her it kind of sounded like it did, but it also sounded like it didn't. He smiled when nudged again and shook his head. "She is indeed a beautiful woman. However, she's reminiscent of some of my previous employers who were... certainly less agreeable than Madam Dusette," he answered. "None among us have caught my attention in that manner. But if Lady Aaryn intrigues you so, perhaps you should introduce yourself to her friend. She seems like someone whose company you would enjoy."

@RubyRose

((Hayden is watching the altercation, disappointed that it was solved without a fight. Penn is kickin' it with Ragan, Spades, and Damien. Ava is driving the carriage with Cal'vina. Kristen is speaking with Lamont.))

 

[theplasticdemon]

Aaryn


Location: In front of the arena


Interacting: Jan @SirBlazeALot
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Bronwyn shot Jan an extremely toothy grin. Mounts in general had their own personalities in a way. Bronwyn was more stoic and calm than she was, like a scaly knight, intimidating both on the ground and on air. He even seemed to have a calmer attitude towards violence than the confident warrior that rode on it. Animals were more intuitive than humans when it came to people, sometimes. "Mmm. Perhaps. Well, how about you gather as much corpses as we do on a daily basis and then come talk to me about dirty work." Aaryn flipped her silver hair arrogantly.


Noticing her glare, she leaned back. "That's the new group Vyn is temporarily working with." Pointing to the Assembly, she continued to give her opinion on them. "That crazy guy with white hair and blue eyes is the explorer. Too... chipper for my tastes. There are three lords among those groups but they seem to care more about speed and magic than they do in actually killing people in one shot."


Rolling her eyes, she sighed. "They're not like the people here. There's one man among them that I don't particularly mind, but I've been keeping to myself for now. Surprisingly good fighters, for such milk drinkers." Aaryn snorted."They even have a carriage where they put all their things. I don't think some of these people know how to wield an axe. But Vyn thinks these soldiers are essential to our victory."

Vyn


Location: Somewhere in Corwald


Interacting: Akyra @Falling Nebula
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Vyn seemed to be witnessing and taking in all of the information around him. There was something at work here, eying the crowd and the dirty looks they had given him for his colour and his race. This was practically the key to winning battles. Glancing at the necromancer, the Assembly and other Resistance members wandered about and talked among each other. Vyn had always been different in that department. Only known by his position and closeness to Uryva, no one really knew him other than the Resistance leader himself. Without him, he was still that lonely little kid.


The Private interrupted his thoughts. Nodding to her, he gave her a pensive glance with his emeralds. Edvyn did have a thing for the risky, he had to admit. "It is nice to see you, Akyra." He responded tersely. Direction... His brows furrowed. "For starters, look at the things around you. Where a person decides to locate oneself can tell a lot about someone. Look at the details, but don't get swept up with them. Look for where these theives seem to be centered around and go from here." Gesturing to the Assembly, he paused.


Finally formulating his words, Edvyn spoke. "They are the people we will be fighting for and they for us. You can never have too many reinforcements... but they're from a newfound continent, so they will not be here for long. But just imagine... representatives of a continent allying with the Resistance. We might even have Ifrin or Aquano by our sides one day." Big dreams, but to the elf, still attainable.

Rosalia


Location: In the Carriage


Interacting: Roth, Mordi, Era and Sticks @SirBlazeALot @Orikanyo @RubyRose​

Rosalia tilted her head in a confused manner, but was inflicted with another sucrose overdose when Era came in and helped her. "Eraaaa~" The maid beamed, happy to have another cutie in the carriage. The maid put down the adorable kitten, giving it a big kiss before setting the creature down. "Oh, I almost forgot about the tea! It should be where the spices are. They're jumbled all over the place, really, they need to be organized neatly..."


Pouting, she searched around the back room as she addressed the green elf at the same time. "Well, it is never the time for senseless violence, but our wishes get the best of us... like a cup of my Lord's sweetest tea and honey or a nice little nap~" Smiling, she grabbed a packet and a small bear shaped jar of honey.


Unimpressed by Roth's macho show of apathy, she put them back in the same place and tidied up the boxes to her liking. "Here we go! Tell the lovely Vicar that we're still great with our tea supply. We'll have to find a fire later on to boil water..." Turning to the elf, she was a bit confused as to why he was even here. However, introducing herself couldn't hurt, would it? "My name is Rosalia Rotavelle of Palenia and I serve Vicar Lamont Basilo~" She smiled and offered her hand.

 

[Orikanyo]

Lamont,
the magical,
the mystical,
the catty.

Currently with kristen S SirBlazeALot
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"Oh come now my dear all will be well. if anything we have a large entourage, more than enough to trounce any would be thief or bandit." the man attempted to calm the worries, even if she had already left for the carriage as his captive apprentice spoke of the town. "Is that so? How jarring... I only hope we get through the town with little to no issue. Chances are, we wont and we've already been spotted. Because that is just how things go don't they? want to sneak into a town? Surprise, heres an ambush. Want to visit a neighboring kingdom to improve relations! Surprise, assassins in your bedroom. Want to take a leisurely stroll through the gardens? Surprise, your Aunt came to visit and shes very interested in hearing about everything you've done since the very moment shes last seen you and if particularly nosy upon romantic affairs..." Lamont slowly rattled off the list of things that could go wrong with any choice he made.

"It's as if every day we cannot have a moment to do something other than kill somebody, in truth I'm good at it, and so many others in this group are, but I'll be damned before we get an uneventful walk into town. A town full of bandits, that will no doubt come out of the woodwork to have their faces cleaved in two, is about as good as it gets these days."

And with that, he was finished with that particular pile of grump.

"Then again, a fight was coming regardless, given what we are here to do. I look forward to seeing your aptitude in combat, just do your best to avoid any axes tossed your way alright? Considering the nature of bandits, we will find little in the way of resistance against our spell slinging. I highly doubt any of them would've even thought for a second about basic magical warding..." he scoffed slightly. "Brute force is not the only path to power, while effective, you cannot doubt the satisfaction of blasting a incompetent fool with unrelenting magic force~!" he seemed a tad to... excited now to get to a fight... Which was odd considering his earlier.... Princely demeanor?

MORDIMORT!!!
The Great and Powerful.
And unceasingly adorable!
Currently with: Roth, Rosalyn, anybody else in the carriage. S SirBlazeALot theplasticdemon​

The soft purrs emminating from the small young woman filled the carriage, rivaling the ones coming from the rather content Sticks. She was having a most wonderful dream, about a cat chasing a mouse throughout all of the house, which house? Her home, from way back when, indeed it had been some time since she had been home, they likely miss her so very much. just like how she misses them, her family, her bed, her favorite sleeping pillow. Ah yes, that pillow, how she missed it, she would use another and give that pillow a big hug as she went happily to sleep each night.

She had forgotten that pillow as she left, deeming it abit to big bring along... Much to her dismay.

But in her dreams, she had found a new pillow, one she grabbed onto only just now, a new pillow, though this one was rough and... Kinda sweaty smelling... Also felt like it was covered in furs... And rather muscly.

The young lady opened her eyes and gazed around the room, firstly, her sleeping buddy was stolen by Rosa, given it was Rosa, that could be forgiven.

Secondly, she was currently hugging a nearby green skinned man whom she had learned recent was named Roth.

She did not really know Roth.

But the fact she was currently hugging the man, was worrying.

Worrying enough, that she screamed.

"PERV! IDIOT! GET AWAY FROM ME! I'LL SET YOU ABLAZE! BEGONE! GET! GO AWAY! YOU PERVY MAN WHO MAKES a gorgeous young lady such as myself~! HUG HIM!" the young lady started kicking and yelling at the man whom had done nothing wrong.

Cal'vina
With the merchant with all dah booty.
S SirBlazeALot​

"Oh trust me, i try to avoid here as much as possible, save for if i'm looking to pay for some shady bodyguards. Which of course isn't often... Even then,i typically keep a plan B in mind in case things go hairy. And it always does, I tell you that much." the man fixed his hat before taking a gaze around the town. "That aside, they have reasonably priced goods, expect each shop to be rather fortified against theft and other such things. Only the brave, foolish, and/or tough start up shops here. Theres also the arena, which many people go to to test their mettle." he pointed out a few things that town had specific to it, before commenting on her explanation of... whats shes even doing here.

"It appears they are very lucky to have you, and since we are two merchants... And we are working together. I shall keep you in the know of things around here in Satrella. For what type of gentleman would I be if I let such a beautiful woman such as yourself be without a guide in such a unfamiliar land." a coy wink later and he started to gaze around the area. "As in in this town watch your pockets, especially around the children, they are vicious little things, its a wonder why people make them hmm?"

Laying it on abit thick, aren't we Cal'vina?

SPADES YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
talking with Quill, Roger and Damian.
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"No man named Quill? I think you mean yourself! For there is only one man named Quill and he is you." the jester lean ed forwards, farther than anybody could even hope to attain balance in a mortal form and pointed to the ninja named Ragan. "but you say this maned captured the resistance leader hmm? Well then! Well done Roger!" Spades continued to get the names wrong. "I msut say Roger you have certain done well in aiding our cause, most certainly the name Roger will be hailed as one of the few who helped end this foolish war! And trust me, I know foolish~! The people wills cream husah for quill! husah for Roger!! truly, you are heroes~!"

It seems his name sillyness was not quite done yet.

"But you know, one should never recommend their friends for the frontlines, typically, those are the first men to die~ Or maybe you already knew that~!"

it was at that moment Spades looked over his shoulder towards Damian, and jumped up 3 feet away from the man.

"GOODNESS DAMIAN YOU NEARLY GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK!" the spindly man stood atop of one foot as he scolded Damian for his sudden entrance. "As quiet as a ghost and bloody as a vampire. one of these days you will be the death of.... Somebody, definitely not me~! As we're such GOOD friends~!"

Leave it to Spades to turn any show into a shit show.

"SOOOOOOOooooooooOOOOooOoooooOOOoooOoooOOOoOoO? Wheres the little twit? i'd like to get back to planning his execution~!"

 

[Pretzel Heart]

♱ Eydis Dione Artemesia ♱

♱ Location: In front of a nice pond in Corwald
♱ With: Vyn, mostly, but also whomever
Unusually quiet, but always ready for a good Monologue

Walking into the thrumming city of Corwald felt much to Eydis like approaching the sun after stumbling through a long tunnel in the dark. The influx of merchants, villagers, and guards all seemed so bright and shiny compared to the thick coverage of trees and shanty villages that she and Fridith had spent the past few days fleeing through, not to mention the covert stress of the Resistance's underground lairs. As if it would make any difference, she found her hand subconsciously reaching up to shade her eyes just so she could surveil their surroundings. And as she adjusted to the city bustle, what she found certainly wasn't much to look at.

A few years ago, Eydis would have never dreamt of making it as far southeast as Imperos. Now the proud island-dotted realm had been completely decimated, its arena-ready knights traded in for bandits. Just watching them made the Troubadour's skin crawl, and she was glad that being seated upon Urha provided her at least a little distance from the dregs pouring around them. These were pillagers who spat in the face of Ord by making their living preying on those less fortunate. As the sparkle of being in a larger city fell away, it was replaced by a hollow feeling. As if she were staring at the dried bones of a gigantic corpse.

Ord, I pray that we don't only free Uryva on this day. With your guidance, perhaps we can free the good people of this city as well!

Of course, that would all depend on the logics of one man: Tactician Edvyn. Eydis turned to him now. Though he was certainly not what she had been expecting to find, after their chat the other night, the Troubadour had come away with a new kind of understanding. Both of them, after all, wanted similar things. To give aid to the Resistance, no matter the sacrifice, and to find the people they trusted in and looked up to the most.

First Uryva, then the Songstress--!

Feeling a new invigoration of hope, Eydis waited for Edvyn to finish speaking before answering his earlier question.

"I do not know anything of where the prisoners were taken, and I doubt that good Fridith does, either. Though she may be able to contradict me," here Eydis nodded at her friend, who was mounted just a little further away. "However, from what I've learned in my travels, it is highly likely there is a prison associated with that fort. If our comrades are still in this Ord-forsaken city, they shall be found in there. We must retake it, at any cost."

The mix of concern and determination on her face noted that she wasn't just talking about the future of the Resistance in this case, but of the poor, gutted Corwald as well.

theplasticdemon , Waverly​

♪ Leelo...Pyotr Sayyid Everard ♫

♪ Location: A tavern in a village outside Fort Corwald
♫ With: None; the wander goes alone...
Trying to bring joy to a joyless place

"~Corwald grand with arena briiiiight~
~What faire of battle shall ye us toniiiiight~
Hmm...that's not quite right. I haven't even been here long another to see the arena, let alone at night. Hey, wait--
~While that rhymes, it is not quite riiiiight~
I may be onto something here, whaddya think?"

With a wide, honest grin, the Maestro turned to the man sitting next to him. However, instead of having an artistic opinion on the solemn Ode to Corwald (working title), his neighbor returned Leelo's sincere question with a scowl.

"I warned you. Shut up or get out."

Both confusion and apprehension on his face, Leelo searched for the source of the (rather rude) exclamation just in time to see the barkeep snap his fingers at a brusque-looking mercenary standing with arms folded by the door. Now, being quite tall and on the meatier side himself, Leelo was not a man easily intimidated. But this merc was missing an eye, had several scars, and a glower that stated he meant business.

"Hey, I was only tryin to lighten the--"

But before Leelo's protests could get him much of anywhere, he found himself dragged off his barstool and shoved out the door. The last he could make out were a few cheers before said door was slammed behind him.

With a sigh the Maestro scratched the back of his head. He was pretty proud of the melody he'd composed, even if the lyrics needed some work.

"Not even long enough to get a drink..." he muttered.

Well, it wasn't the most pleasant of introductions to the city. Not that there was really anything "pleasant" about Corwald. It was strange, as the drifter found himself nearing Taros on his Satrella-wide tour, things were beginning to look more and more ugly. People unhappy, betrayal everywhere, villages torn apart (if they were even left standing at all)...

Whoooah. Easy there, buddy. It isn't fair to judge, haven't even made it to the Empire yet.

Though he also supposed that some would consider the fine lands of Imperos to be a part of Taros these days, Leelo was doing his best not to be too grim. After all, even if Corwald was swarming with bandits, sell-blades, and thieves, it wasn't as if they were all bad guys. In fact, he had been roving with a pretty amicable party of them up until that morning, trading his skills for their wheels to get through the city's gates. It was nice to have a bit of company for the road...not to mention the view presented by their leader's huge tracts of land. Though it seemed as if she hadn't been as appreciative of Leelo's company as he had been of hers, since the second they made it past the city limits, the small troupe had kicked the Maestro out of their stolen cart, turned around, and said that, actually, they were headed towards Merrimont further east. Which Leelo had found strange, since he thought the whole point of them traveling together was that they had wanted to compete in Corwald's famous arena, but oh well.

In truth, for any that could put up with his singing, Leelo wasn't the worst guy to have around. Beyond his songs' magical elements, he was quite skilled with an arrow and reading the land. And even in a city of bandits, as long as he kept his mouth shut, barely anyone gave him a second look. Despite his goofy grin, with a giant bow slung over his shoulder and a hardy body that showed his 9 years of traveling and a childhood spent getting shaped up in the rough Ifrin deserts, he wasn't exactly most people's first choice of guy to mess with.

Well, he had heard enough about Corwald's beautiful arena that he was determined to see it for himself before pressing on south. And, just his luck, it seemed as if there would be a tournament later that day. The small village he had been unceremoniously dropped off in was already buzzing as bets were traded and whispers over potential competitors passed the usual rounds. Leelo almost considered betting himself...then again, he was getting rather low in funds.

Maaaybe I should focus on finding an inn for the night. One without a noise policy...

It wouldn't hurt if said inn had a tavern attached, to boot. That had been the plan, in any case, till he had......well, some people just didn't know how to appreciate a good song.

"~Upon his own roams the wanderer blessed~
~To find a home for his body to rest~
~And if, at night, as chance may have~
~A place for his heart as well wouldn't be half bad!~"

✺ Azusa Takagi ✺

✺ Location: Fort Corwald
✺ With: Master Spades, Bloody, Pepe, Jaja, and Red
Making an entrance

With the world's slowest, laziest non-sarcastic applause, Azusa poked his head in the throne room's entryway.

"Just ~wonderful~ Master Spades! The Uryva-Pult was puuurfect! I saw you fly, just like in my dream!" As he stepped into the room, the Legate gave an uninterested glance at everyone else present before sliding up his master, dark-circle-lined eyes beaming, "You said Zuzu didn't have to, but he came anyways. Aren't you proud?"

He was in a surprisingly good mood, given the unceremonious way his day had started. After all, to hear Master Spades refuse to call others by their True Names could only be in honor of Cat Man's wishes. Until His True Name had been revealed, it was only polite that no one else went by theirs, either. It was something that Azusa had hoped of his master for quite some time, and to hear it in action was as lovely as the music of a kitty cat's mewling upon his ears.

Still, what he had been expecting once Master Spades told him that they were merely going to move Silly and that, with Bloody and himself there, his squire's help was hardly needed, was a nice, daylong nap. Since working under the Apostle, Azusa had been finding less and less time to commune with his God. Not that Cat Man was too upset, since his follower was now spending his waking hours with his Avatar, but still, Azusa missed the quiet dreaminess of their sleepytime chats. After all, while Master Spades was certainly important, his brilliance was only a mere pale in comparison to Cat Man's true and glorious form.

But just as the squire had curled up in a nice, warm corner of what he thought was a storeroom remote enough to escape the bother of the living, waking world...somehow Jaques had thrust open the door. This had startled Azusa so greatly that he had hit his head on the shelf above him, and so he was in no mood for his peer's rambling that, with a day off, now was the purfect time for that makeover he'd been promising.

Well, compared to that monstrosity, Azusa was more than happy to slip away to slink after Spades. Of course, he wasn't at all prepared to use the same method of travel as his master (even if a cat can always land on its feet, it prefurs them to stay well on the ground, thank you very much), so he took the nice, long way around to the fort. And it seems like he had arrived just in time! ...Though it could have been a bit earlier if he hadn't completely confused the guards when he haughtily told them that he was accompanying the greatest human in existence, Master Spades, and, in deference to the Almighty Cat Man, they should let him pass immediately. But eventually (probably upon seeing Jaques' getup), they had figured out what he was getting at and, well, most people didn't want to touch the most unpredictable Apostle with a 10 yard pole, so they had let them through without a scratch.

Speaking of his companion...

"Also, Jaja is here," Azusa announced with another noticeable fall in expression. It was no secret that he hated having to share his beloved master, let alone with such a tryhard, and even if he secretly approved of his fashion work in some regards, he was far less forgiving of the man's attempts to spread the style. "Sorry Master Spades' eyes will have to look at that."

"That" referring to the outlandish getup Jaques was in today. Well, on any given day. Really, it bothered him that anyone would even attempt to pull off such an appearance other than Cat Man, and as he glared towards where Jacques was following him inside, if he had fur, it would have been bristling.

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[Waverly]

Diana
Location: By the arena, Corwald
Interactions: Alexander, Grieves

Diana was quiet. In fact, she hadn't spoken any words at all since they came inside the city gates. Quietly she had been making her way across the stone streets, appreciating the familiar sound of her boots against the hard floor of a proper city for the first time in a long while. She was busy observing her new surroundings and any people found in them. She tried to identify possible dangers, like a hawk on watch. Or well... She was actually mostly pretending to do so while she was in fact overhearing Alexander and Grieve's conversation about Satrellian women. It was amusing to hear them share their preferences in the opposite sex, but not at all that surprising. Alexander had a certain kind of taste, that she already knew from several occasions from back home. Grieves had, until late, been something of a mystery though, but the more she got to know him, the more she understood that he was nothing like Al.

There was something odd striking her about this though. A businesswoman as she was, she recognized the feeling of wanting to possess or own something clearly. But why did that feeling trigger around both Alexander and Grieves? Was her getting private and unprofessional around her servants finally getting back at her? Was she actually a little bit jealous?

She walked up to stand between her bodyguard and butler, placing one hand on each of their shoulders (which pretty much left her hands in level with her head). “Grieves, Alexander. I hate to ask anything from you, but may I remind you that I need your attention directed at other things than pretty little ladies? Especially when we're in a stranger city like this.” She smirked, a bit and patted both on their shoulders. “Unless the pretty little lady is named Diana Dusette of course, but that's a completely different kind of attention, now isn't it?”

Vilhelmina
Location: In the carriage, Corwald
Interactions: Zakai, Mordimort, Others

Vilhelmina, too, had remained quiet for a long while now, only uttering short phrases or single words whenever she was spoken to, or needed to inform Zakai of something. If she had been a bit quiet and blue the days prior, and perhaps a bit shaken after her less than impressive work as a bodyguard against the vicious undead of The Whispering Woods, she was now becoming somewhat bored, or agitated. It was as if the narrow space inside the carriage was getting ever smaller (well, judging by the amount of people inside it, that was no surprise). At least there had been some spots of light in her otherwise gloomy day so far. She had had a couple of entertaining run-ins with her new comrades which gave her mind some rest from all the troubles. Besides, the ride in the stuffy carriage didn't exactly feel exciting or threatening at all.

So, why was she bored and agitated rather than simply relieved that nothing dangerous come their way yet? Or stranger yet, why didn't she feel excited and on her toes about the fact that they were sneaking into a stranger city?! Something was amiss. Perhaps the new circumstances where everything was more serious and dangerous than ever before had something to do with it? Perhaps it was simply because she wasn't important in all of this, that she didn't get to have a central role. Perhaps it simply was that Zakai seemed so preoccupied with other things than... her.

When Mordimort cried out that Roth was a pervert and idiot, Vilhelmina couldn't stand being in the carriage anymore. “Mordi, please! He wasn't even touching you. You're the one treating everyone and everything as were they teddy bears anyway.” Said Vilhelmina and shook her head before she turned to Zakai instead.

“Mi'lord, may I request to-...” She couldn't be bothered with formalities, instead she leaned closer and half-whispered to the Prince. “I'll head on outside, see what is going on. I think I heard something about an arena? Coming?” Memories of the competitions back home added at least a tiny glimpse of excitement in her eyes as she looked upon Zakai. Then, without waiting for Zakai's permission, she left the carriage.

Rakhill
Location: Outside the carriage, Corwald
Interactions: -

Following the trend, Rakhill wasn't very talkative either. He remained in the back, keeping his eyes out for suspicious people. Not that he would know what a suspicious person looked like. Especially not at a time such as this, the first time he was in a big city such as Corwald! Heck, he didn't even know what this leader of theirs looked like – Uryva. It was a strange feeling, having joined the resistance without even knowing their leader. Without knowing anything really.

One thing he hoped to soon find out was there whereabouts of his uncle Melo. From what Rakhill figured, the best way of finding Melo would be finding Uryva, so he had some hope still. But right now he didn't know what to do, so he kept himself in the background for the time being.

Fridith
Location: By the pond, Corwald
Interactions: Edvyn, Eydis

“I'm afraid I know no more than Eydis on the matter.” Fridith said in response to the question whether or not she knew anything about Uryva's whereabouts. There was a serious tone in her voice, one that rang with both determination and anger at the same time. Seeing the city taken over was what triggered her feelings. This place, Corwald, one of Imperos mightiest cities was once a proud symbol of Wynda. A place where country lasses such as Fridith had heard stories about growing up, a place she had always wanted to see. It wasn't Taros to take, never.

“But if I had taken a city such as this I would not miss out on using the dungeon if I had taken prisoners. I hear they have cells for keeping the even the strongest fighters of the Arena contained would they need to imprison them.” She added, supporting the theory presented by Eydis.

She turned Edvyn. “Eydis is right, we must do something. I could try to scout the area, get a better overview from above with Fjalar's help. But I suppose we're wanting to keep a low profile? At least someone should...” She said, and glanced at Jan and Aaryn who were actually making quite a scene, getting out of a fight because of nothing but dumb luck.

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[SirBlazeALot]

Jacques
Location: Fort Corwald
Kickin' It With: Ragan, Spades, Damien, Azusa, Penn

Today was the perfect day for Azusa to finally take one step out of the drab and boring world he knew and into one of fabulous beauty! The errand boy had refused Jacques's help on too many occasions to count, because once was enough to permanently get on Jacques's shit list. The foolish boy didn't understand that what the layman call a "makeover" from Jacques was a privilege. A privilege granted to the likes of Spades. To refuse such a privilege was a gross faux pas. The balls Azusa had to tromp around and in the presence of Spades while looking like a frumpy peasant!

It was completely unacceptable. Because not only was Azusa expected to be seen with Spades, but Jacques was expected to hang around the kid as well. Azusa was a painful accessory to have at ones side. Fashion trends aside the boy didn't even care to look presentable. He was Jacques's special case. Slowly but surely, the clown's stylist would get Azusa to care more about his appearance. Very slowly apparently. Jacques couldn't even get the kid to put on some concealer to cover those bags of his today.

So one can imagine how it made Jacques feel to have Azusa suggest that he's the eyesore of their trio somehow. Jacques dramatically placed a hand over his chest as he too entered the scene. "And I'm sorry you were born damaged, honey," Jacques said with false sympathy before directing his attention to Spades. He bowed deeply and explained, "My apologies for interrupting with the tramp, Commander. But what kind of Legates would we be if we didn't make sure all of your limbs were still in tact after your flight?" As Jacques spoke his eyes darted around Spades to make sure his outfit had survived the flight.

Immediately he stood behind Spades and began to fluffy out his sleeves, straightening his hat, brush glass shards off of his shoulders and the like. Jacques was rather tame in appearance today by his own standards. He simply wore a red and blue wavy striped Butler's suit. His makeup showcased his usual dichotomy between red and blue with a pale white face and a heart of each of the two colors on his cheeks. His long nails were painted alternating colors of red and blue. Jacques quietly whispered down to Azusa, "Sleep with an eye open garbage baby, or you might wake up with a glorious new haircut."

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Penn
Location: Fort Corwald
Kickin' It With: Ragan, Spades, Damien, Azusa, Jacques

Penn glanced at Ragan and gripped his shoulder tighter, glaring at him a bit. What a dick, here he was trying to get Ragan some cred with whom he perceived to be the ninja's superiors, and then he goes and tries to sell him out to the front lines? Penn knew it was unlikely but it was the sentiment. He released Ragan a little roughly as Spades informed him that he was indeed Quill and not Penn. Good. Then maybe they'd send whoever the hell Quill was to the front lines. "Right... my mistake," he said, still glowering a bit at Ragan.

Normally Penn would fight to be called the proper name but from what he heard about IX, the guy wasn't to be trifled with. He was as dangerous as he was nutty, said the gossipers. If Penn knew one thing about crazy people it was to not test them on exactly how crazy they were.

He flinched a bit and tired to cover it up as Spades loudly reacted to Damien showing up. Penn gave a half-hearted solute to the second Commander. As if Spades wasn't enough to put Penn on edge. He reminded himself that this was a relatively simple task ahead of him. Just give them what they came for and they'd be gone and he could return to ruling his tiny, tiny kingdom.

"Arius is downstairs," he answered Spades as his lackeys began to crowd him. Penn raised an eyebrow at the Commander's entourage and felt his desire to get the Commanders out of here as quickly as possible grow even deeper. "This way, gentlemen," Penn butted in after Azusa and Jacques's interruption, and lead them to the stairs.

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Jan
Location: Near Corwald Arena
Kickin' It With: Aaryn

"Ha! I end every battle in the blood of my foes!" Jan announced with great pride. "I bet I'll kill more men today than you will this month!" She pounded her chest with her fist, unaware or perhaps uncaring about the volume of her voice and the ears her threat could reach. If the group hadn't attracted so much attention already, they had now. The regular citizens of Corwald looked to the group with curious glances. Had they come to stand against the mercenaries, or were they really just here to compete in the arena? The townspeople hoped for the former but could only realistically expect the latter.

As Aaryn gave Jan a rundown of the crew, Jan only picked out the people that looked the strongest. This of course meant her eyes fell upon Alexander and Grieves, the biggest and strongest looking among them. She took note of Al's axe just as Aaryn commented on not many of them knowing how to use one. Jan always respected axe users for obvious reasons. There is no weapon more powerful than the axe in Jan's mind. She'd split too many skulls with one to think otherwise. "Lords of what?" Jan asked a bit late as the words finally registered with her. "Like Uryva?" she asked, looking back toward Aaryn with her arms folded.

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Roth
Location: In the Carriage
Kickin' It With: Rosa, Mordi, Vilhelmima, Zakai

Roth rolled his eyes at Rosa and sighed with exasperation. From what he understood about the Nethites it was as if they had never experienced hardship. It made him wonder if Neth was some sort of utopia without orcs and bandits. He couldn't help but think that if the Tarosians knew how soft the Nethites were, they would have realized those ships they attacked were more likely to be bringing them cookies than coming to conquer the continent. "That's the stupidest thing I've heard all day," he grumbled in a low voice just before Mordi woke up and beat Rose's record.

"Gah!" He jumped a bit out of shock when Mordi woke up screaming and kicking at him. A shade of pink grew under his green cheeks. Roth furrowed his bushy eyebrows and roared in agreement with Vilhelmina. "Exactly! You were hugging me, wench!! You're the pervert!" It was a quick retort that Roth hadn't really thought all the way through, he was simply quick to remove blame and place it on someone else. No one wants to be wrongfully deemed the army's perv, right? "Damn it, I'm outta here." Roth took his lance in a tight grip and ducked out of the carriage.

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Kristen
Location: Corwald
Kickin' It With: Lamont

Kristen looked to her rambling "master" as he started to show a refreshing amount of pessimism. She was beginning to think he and his maid didn't know the meaning of the word. "Yeah life's full of surprises isn't it? You try to save a life one night, and surprise, you're disowned by your grandpa and surrounded by strangers in the carcass of your hometown."

On a note like that, Kristen was more than ready to start killin' some bandits. In some way, she felt like getting kicked out of the Whispering Woods was necessary to start her down the path to defeating the Empire. The path before her was paved with death, there would be no returning to a peaceful existence in the Whispering Woods.

Lamont's own enthusiasm for the fight was a bit shocking, but also refreshing. "Correct me if I'm wrong but it's starting to sound like you're hoping for trouble?" Kristen's free eye fell on the dark half of his cloak. "By the way, how exactly am I supposed to be any help without my tome?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. Kristen wasn't sure if they would trust her with a weapon, but surely they could use one more hand if they're to go up against a whole town of mercenaries. "I suppose I could punch my way through the fight but I'd much rather... how'd you say it? Mangle them with magical force or something?"

Orikanyo


Ava
Location: Drivin' the Carriage
Kickin' It With: Cal'vina

Cal'vina was definitely laying it on thick, making it even easier for Ava to schmooze once she caught onto what kind of man he was. "Mr. Vina you flatter me!" Ava giggled in a posh manner. "I can't express how grateful I am to finally have a man like you around. I've been surrounded by warriors for far too long, we've needed a well traveled merchant like yourself! You're an absolute godsend good sir, and quite handsome to boot~!"

His not so subtle remarks about children stirred thoughts of her own children back home. "Ahem..." she cleared her throat awkwardly as she pushed thoughts of them out of her mind. "The poor dears," Ava lamented softly, as if she were genuinely concerned about the little rats. "It's a shame really. Their innocent little souls have already adapted to their harsh environment. At this rate their futures as ruffians are practically written in stone."

Orikanyo


Grieves
Location: Corwald
Kickin' It With: Alexander, Diana

Just as Grieves pointed out the tiny redhead to Alexander it seemed that she had taken notice of himself and Alex as well. Now that he thought about it, Alex looked like he could be the young woman's long lost father. Perhaps it was a bad recommendation, the two of them seemed a bit too similar now that he really thought about it. Then again, the phrase "opposites attract" didn't seem to apply to Alexander, or even himself for that matter. At any rate questioning his prowess as a matchmaker was put on hold as he heard and felt Diana behind him.

"My apologies, Madam," Grieves replied, genuinely dedicating his attention to Diana. It was a most inappropriate conversation to be having in front of her. It appeared her own informality with her servants made Grieves behave in ways he normally wouldn't. "Such talk should be saved for the tavern, not in your presence. You have my full attention, Madam." She was the only one who should have it, after all. Grieves then realized what he had accidentally implied and briskly changed the subject, "Professionally speaking, of course. Do you need anything Madam? Water perhaps?"

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Hayden
Location: Corwald
Kickin' It With: Leelo

Hayden was pretty surprised and disappointed the red haired chick and the hot wyvern girl didn't get into a fight with those guys. This city was supposed to be overrun with bandits! A regular old bandit town! It was a pretty exciting concept for Hayden. He'd been expecting quite a bit of violence, but so far things had been pretty tame. Perhaps this was another case of having hilariously high expectations. At any rate his comrades were boring when they weren't fighting usually, so he skipped away from them once he was sure Ava wasn't looking.

He went into town and disappeared among the people thanks to his unassuming grey man's appearance. His eyes fell upon everything it could, taking in the sights of ordinary life in Wynda and generating curiosity and wonder in his mind. Hayden's ears caught the sound of a man singing a song about wanderers. A tired wanderer who wanted a place to sleep and a place for his heart, and assuming it was just poetic language for a place to put his wang, Hayden immediately assumed the bard was talking about a brothel. This was a bandit town after all. There had to be a brothel somewhere.

Hayden was well rested, but he could certainly use a "place for his heart", so he began following the... let's call it "unique" voice. Hayden eventually fell in step behind Leelo. "Excuse me mister!" he tapped the singer on the shoulder and smiled brightly up at him. "Where ya goin'?"

Pretzel Heart

Uryva is in Penn's prison kickin' it with Melo.​

 

[theplasticdemon]

Aaryn
Location: Near Corwald Arena
Interacting with: Jan S SirBlazeALot

"By Ord you will!" Aaryn scoffed. "A pipsqueak like you's more likely to equate one men to the size of a hundred!" The wyvern rider made a jab at her height, even if Aaryn wasn't much taller. While her insult did reach less ears with her volume, the woman definitely looked taller if you're getting axed from above from a feral woman on a white dragon. Bronwyn acted as an intimidation tactic of sorts, able to scare off soldiers or mercenaries.

Especially ones that bothered to look her the wrong way.

Aaryn gave her a casual shrug. She cared little of the new Nethites, despite their aptitude in fighting. Could any of them truly care of the suffering of the Tarosians if they had not targeted their home countries? At least, that was what she could hear Vyn pondering to himself over. "I don't know. They can't be any more powerful than he is, going off how they look." Like Jan, she picked apart those that seemed the strongest, even Alexander looked like he could easily be beaten.


Vyn
Location: Corwald
Interacting with: Eydis Pretzel Heart and Fridith Waverly

Edvyn had never travelled to the bigger cities of Wynda unless it was for Uryva's troops to tear apart the Tarosians. Being the way that he was, his violet skin and brands reflected an exotic heritage that he never questioned, while his blonde hair and green eyes were features of the Wyndans. Wherever his features originated, it was still abundantly clear he did not belong. He had no sentiments about the once great city, as the others had. Turning to the two Resistance women, he nodded. "Of course... it could explain their behaviour." Vyn noted the mercenaries giving the group strange looks of a secret only they knew of.

The thought of being reunited with the Resistance leader gave him a sense of motivation. The least they could get from taking back the Fort was, well, the Fort. The most they could gain was Uryva. "Interesting. We shall take the city then." Edvyn spoke with finality, clasping his hands together at the decision to find Uryva. "I do not suggest moving right away, they appear to be planning something. Any hope for keeping a low profile has been demolished by those two." He shook his head, quickly noting that the sellswords among them had been listening intently to the two resistance members taunting the other.

"I... I don't like the way they are acting." He glared at the men that whispered among each other, perhaps for some kind of plan. "Stay on alert, one of them might reveal Uryva's location."


Rosalia
Location: In the Carriage
Interacting with: Mordi Orikanyo , Vilma Waverly , Roth S SirBlazeALot , Zakai RubyRose

"Oh Mordi... you're going to hurt the poor man!" As the cat mewed and ran off somewhere indefinitely, Rosalia shook her head. That little kitty will come back when things die down. She reassured herself, dismissing the kitten. Lifting the young woman as if she was a toddler that needed to be back within her mother's arms, she moved him away from the elf, giving him the slightest of frowns.

"That's not very nice." Rosa furrowed her brows."You mustn't be mean to others solely because they both are perverte-- oh, goodbye, friends~! Have fun!" Before the maiden could finish her attempt at what appeared to be peacemaking, Roth and Vilma had already left, with their rather unsavoury goodbyes flying over her head. Setting Mordimort down on the carriage as the kitten hopped back in.

"There are some other friendly villages outside, perhaps my Lord will let me say hi? I hope Hayden didn't eat too much of my cookies last night, I made a whole batch... At least they might settle for tea, isn't that right? Oh by the Goddess, I hope my Lord Vicar makes some new friends with the swordsmen~" Rosalia rambled on vocally about her Lord, her worries, as well as hopes for approaching Corwald.

"What do you think, Mordimort?"


Lirim and Ragan are chilling in the background.

 

[Orikanyo]

Spades
because hes important enough to be first.

​

"Oh Jaques you sassy dandy you, but hes right Zuzu. At Least look like the tiger you are, get your stripes next time~!" he waggled a now cleaned finger towards the young man. "Find your style my boy! when you do we shall stand atop all others as the greatest and most fashionable in all the lands! Wait, what was I saying... Ah yes, lead the way mighty Quill, would a quill be second to a pen in fighting a sword i wonder?"

The jester motley clad commander hop, skipped and jumped his way after the man before him, beckoning his entourage of silliness to follow him along.

(All i got mate, follow the guy and do the thing)

S SirBlazeALot Pretzel Heart

Lamont
the sassy mentor
Next to carriage with Kristen.

​

"Funny how life is no?" the prince flashed a smirk before looking to the caravan. "Follow me and we will get your tome, I needn't remind you to watch your fire when it comes to your magics. I'd rather not have to hear whining from my... Counterparts. They haven't complained yet, but all it takes is one for the rest to come hurtling in, next they'll be saying a cold is you hexing them." the prince sighed with abit of a shrugs his hands appearing out of his cloak, the white and black mantle more like a curtain preventing the world from seeing inside.

he remembers the place he stored away the flux tome, it was easy enough to reach. Though seeing a couple of a tad angered folk leave the carriage he wondered just what happened inside. hopefully Rosa didn't cause any trouble.

Ah who was he kidding, she never causes trouble.

Trouble comes to her most the times, and tends to leave with a smile on it's face and a couple of freshly baked cookies.

Popping his head inside the carriage he reached towards the book he had placed earlier, doing so, he also took a look to Rosa who...was... Currently hugging that stowaway like a little girl holding a kitten... "...Good to see your making friends Rosa, be ready, fighting may come up soon." he warned before ducking out again, book in hand.

"Now then Kristen. The main part of our magical arts is that we must know the extent of the power we can control at a time. Naturally, it would take years of practice before one can begin to muster the magical prowess for their first spell. Since you already can, bugger with the theory, let's get to the fun stuff." he chuckled darkly, handing the time forwards. "That is.. If the battle begins soon.. I'll be honest if I didn't expect them to already be trying to get at our throats." the vicar withdrew out his own dark tome, bushing the cover a tad.

"A nosferatu tome would be our next goal for you, it'll take some time getting used to knitting one's own wounds in such a manner, I shall admit it is rather... Disconcerting at first."

S SirBlazeALot theplasticdemon

Ca'vina
Chillin with Ava in the shotgun seat.
Awaiting the go time.

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"Handsome hmm? Oh Ava i'll tell you Flattery will get you anywhere." Cal'vina chuckled for a moment before looking towards the kids again, dropping the facade for a minute. "...Yea... Poor things likely wont have much of a chance..." he sighed slightly, before taking a moment to look over his merchant compatriot. "Perhaps we should start speaking frankly, I'm certain the sugar in our words are starting to make both our throat's sore. As a outsider, you are a curiosity to these lands, some won't trade at all with you, but some may think you are foolish enough to not know the value of things. I'm willing to aid if you need it, for as long as we're together in means and ends, my contacts are yours."

He took a moment to crack his neck, as Sticks climbed up to sit next to him, tail swishing back and forth. "A favor for a favor naturally, but we can leave it in the air until the safety of you and your entourage is settled. This land you come from interests me, once this war is done I can see much money to be had in trade. Aquilo alone, if it still stands in the end, is a more than worthwhile venture. if your land favors the feathered folk." he spoke frankly, as his eyes kept to the shadows.

"Until then... Greedy hands and blades from the shadows lurk abound, lets make certain our most valuable assets, being our lives, survives the trip."

S SirBlazeALot

Mordimort.
Sassy Kitten
in the carriage.​

"Yea what would you know, guys probably don't even take a second to look your way grasshead." she snapped back at Villhelmina, before she was suddenly captured by the maid known as Rosa. Freezing somewhat like how a kitten would when picked up by the scruff she let the woman coo her back to normalcy. "...Right..." she sighed, trying not to let herself purr anymore, even with being hugged.

"Friends with swordsmen? We're both talking about the vicar right? Don't Palenians hate swordsmen and stuff-" she held her mouth closed as the person in question popped in, made a comment and left after taking a book. "...Umm... Speak of the d- Vicar... I guess..." she mumbled, not quite trying to break out of Rosa's insane hyper Maid power grip she had upon her. "So... You're a maid right? that means you must be pretty good at cooking and stuff yea?" she gazed upwards at Rosa, curiosity in her eyes.

"Think you could teach me how to cook? I heard from Sis that's the best way to get the guys right?" she asked, revealing her intentions with her questioning. "Nn-not that I would need help in that regard! I can totally talk to guies and stuff, totally!"

Not the greatest of liars either it seems.

theplasticdemon

 

[Pretzel Heart]

♱ Eydis Dione Artemesia ♱

♱ Location: In front of a nice pond in Corwald
♱ With: Vyn, Fridith, Jan, and Aaryn
Playing to weaknesses

Eydis's determination only deepened as she listened to Fridith's words. The expression she saw on her friend's face was one that she knew was reflected in her own. They were both women of Wynda, after all, and she could only imagine that the same feelings of pity, frustration, and disgust that ran through her were going through Fridith as well. That was why she was relieved to hear their elven commander's words.

"We shall take the city then"

"I suppose that keeping a low profile is out of the question," she responded, flicking her eyes towards where Aaryn and Jan were making a scene, "even without our friends' interference, to such as these common thieves and predators, it is impossible to mask the fact that we are a party that walks with Ord. They must sense that there is a higher purpose in our cause, separating us."

That was the explanation she was giving herself why the bandits pouring around them seemed to give Eydis a noticeably wide berth. Though more likely it was due to the fact that she looked every bit the Crusader, and most degenerates didn't want anything to do with such righteous holy warriors. Truthfully, with her proud bearing and flowing cape, Eydis wasn't exactly the image the subtlety; still she couldn't help but shake her head at Aaryn's and Jan's antics. At the same time, seeing the two interact together with such carefree bravado was somehow a relief. Jan was among the so very few who had made it out of the raid alive. Though their personalities couldn't have been more different...and without the threat of death and the importance of regaining their leader, theirs were paths that would likely never have crossed...Eydis couldn't help but feel a certain kinship with the feisty woman. Not as strong as the bond the Whispering Woods had forged between her and Fridith, but a kind of familiarity she wasn't quite used to nor knew how to respond to, nonetheless.

Watching the bickering also gave her an idea.

Drifting away from the tactician and knight, she drew Urha's towards the women, doing her best to pretend she had randomly stumbled upon their discourse.

"Did I hear you speak the name of Uryva?" She asked as casually as she could, which, for someone as straightforward and painfully awkward as Eydis...well, subterfuge really wasn't her strongest suit. But as she couldn't fight, she wanted to do what she could, when she could. And she was trying. Hopefully the other two would catch on. "A shame, apparently he's being kept here, somewhere. It would have been much more fun to face a traitor like that in the Arena."

Of course, a frail, sickly girl like herself wasn't going to be facing anyone, but with her regal stance and thick armor...well, no one needed to know that. She practically had to spit out the awkward words but hopefully they would be enough to get the attention of the suspicious guard's to loosen their lips. Eydis had to agree with Edvyn...there was something shifty about them, as if they might know more than they let on.

theplasticdemon , Waverly , S SirBlazeALot​

♪ Leelo...Pyotr Sayyid Everard ♫

♪ Location: Village outside Fort Corwald
♫ With: Stranger (plucky little kid)
Things already looking up

"Hmm?"

Leelo had to look around for a moment before he recognized who in the crowd had been the one to speak to him. It was a...rather short young man, appearing to be little older than a lad. Something about his appearance and accent seemed...strange. But that only piqued Leelo's curiosity. And since he was so used to people flowing in and out of his life after so many years on the road, he scarcely questioned the random interruption.

"Hello there!" he boomed, a signature broad grin upon his face, "like my singing? I've only just arrived, so there's no hurry to go anywhere, just yet. The only destinations in mind are a fine tavern and then- The grand arena! Though of course, ~For the wanderer listless, the road is always mistress~"

A few heads turned at the sudden bursting into song, one woman casting the pair a judgmental glance. Thankfully towards Leelo's back, meaning the reaction did doing nothing to stifle his energetic high. Perhaps being in the bustling city, combined with the pent up righteous adrenaline he had reserved after getting thrown out of the bar, had loosened his lips. But somehow, he took an immediate liking to the kid. It was possible he was a fellow traveler, as that would explain his more foreign qualities. Maybe even from Taros itself! What luck! Leelo had been searching for just such a chance to get some one on one time with a native. Though it would have been nicer to spend that time sharing drink with a fine lady, providence had decided that this kid would have to do. And Leelo was scarcely one to pass by an opportunity for friendship and exchange. A few rounds and surely he'd come to understand what it meant to be Tarosian...and why they had felt the need to perpetuate hatred and war.

"But it looks like you're already good friends with the road. If you'll lend me some tales, I wouldn't mind putting up for the first round."

He smiled warmly, the same open, friendly gesture that had drawn countless to him over the years...if only the effect could last......

"Er...you are old enough to drink?"

S SirBlazeALot​

✺ Azusa Takagi ✺

✺ Location: Fort Corwald
✺ With: Master Spades, Bloody, Pepe, Jaja, and Red
Being catty

Azusa merely flicked narrowed eyes at Jacques for his retort, since, well, he probably had been born damaged. Moments later though he seemed to have already forgotten the slight, letting out a loud yawn as his fellow Legate went about fixing up their Commander. Of course he hadn't gotten so far as creating a plan for what to do after he had arrived, and now that he had made his presence known and gotten Jacques preoccupied, he was wondering if he couldn't just wander off back to sleep. Maybe he'd have more success finding somewhere nice to nap in the fortress...

With any luck, they'd forget about him all together, and he could go back to living the high life. Sleep all day, eating as he wished. Never having another living being to bother him with pranks and makeovers and chores......

"Sleep with an eye open garbage baby, or you might wake up with a glorious new haircut."

The sudden entrance of a whisper into his daydream-filled thoughts made Azusa flinch, and he practically bristled as he saw the perpetrator was, once again, Jaja. Holding his hands protectively over his head he let out a strange hissing noise, sleepy expression once more deepening into a very hard scowl. Bothering him in the waking world and putting his paws all over Cat Man's Avatar was one thing...but no one threatened Azusa's nap time.

"And if you like your eyes at all you'll leave me alone--"

But just before the claws were about to come out, Spades, the one man capable of really controlling the cat-obsessed boy, unwittingly intervened.

At first the squire was hurt that his master was taking Jaja's side in the matter, but then he decided to really think about what he had said. Was he really a tiger? He had never really considered it before, nor ever really thought of himself that way. Since, well, Azusa just never really thought about himself. Being introspective was bothersome, when he could just sleep and have Cat Man do all the thinking for him instead.

Cat Man...

Master Spades' Killing Claws had beautiful painted stripes on them. Stripes echoing fine details snaking their way around hulking claws rising through ether.

Stripes...

Maybe he'd consider it.

Staring at his hands as if in a trance, Azusa at last stopped making a fuss, following the party down to wherever it was they were going...it wasn't like he had been paying attention, and even if he had been, it wasn't as if he would care.

Orikanyo , S SirBlazeALot , RubyRose​

 

[SirBlazeALot]

Jacques
Location: Fort Corwald
Kickin' It With: Ragan, Spades, Damien, Azusa, Penn

Jacques's eye twitched, and they narrowed at Azusa as he initiated his threat. He was prepared o return one of his own when Spades did what he does best and stole his attention away from the matter. Ohhohohohohoho, the look Jacques gave Azusa after Spades' words was subtle, yet sickeningly expressive. See? he said with his eyes as the corners of his blue lips curled upward with a subdued smugness. "You have such a way with words, Commander. I couldn't agree more~ Hm~" And with that, he followed after the bounding Jester elegantly with his arms folded behind his back.

Now that he was here, he was getting a better look at the interior decorating in this "castle". He sneered slightly and grumbled, "Ugh, hire a damn maid..." as Penn had a little chat with one of his goons and lead them to Uryva. The place probably hadn't been much of a prize before the war, because Wyndans you see, but the mercenaries in charge of it clearly didn't care for the upkeep of the "castle" they lived in. It was dreary, tattered, and there was shattered glass everywhere thanks to the clown.

theplasticdemon Orikanyo RubyRose Pretzel Heart


Penn
Location: Fort Corwald
Kickin' It With: Ragan, Spades, Damien, Azusa, Jacques, Uryva, Melo

Penn wanted the Apostles out of here A$AP Rocky. They weren't exactly disrupting anything, but their presence was still... well... uncomfortable. To say the fuckin' least. If he told them that those aristocrats from Neth, or whatever the hell they were, were here in Corwald then they would want to stick around. And if they did, either the Apostles or one of their bizarre cronies would get the credit for capturing them. He put a hand on the hooded Wes's shoulder and told him, "Head to arena and tell 'em what I told ya." With any luck Spades and Damien would be off to Sagarus within the hour and Penn could get back to livin' a life of sin.

Wes disappeared and Penn lead the prominent figures down into Corwald's dungeon, one of the finest homes in Wynda for any rat seeking to start a family. When he had opened the door to the dungeons, the voices of the prisoners could be heard reverberating softly for just a moment. Then they silenced as his footsteps echoed throughout the dungeon. Penn descended down the stone carved steps and made a single turn before he arrived in a hall of cells. As far as dungeons go, this one wasn't all that large, but the few cells they did have were still more than enough for each rebel to have their own.

theplasticdemon Orikanyo RubyRose Pretzel Heart


Uryva
Location: A dank ass prison cell in Fort Corwald
Kickin' It With: Melo, Spades, Azusa, Jacques, Damien, Penn, & Ragan

When Uryva heard the door open, his jovial mood was soured. Though he was being optimistic, he was going out of his way to make light of their predicament for his brothers in arms. The reality of the situation wasn't lost on him. However, he trusted Fridith and Eydis to find Vyn, and he'd put his life in Vyn's hand any day of the week, any hour of the day, any minute of the hour, and every second of the minute. It wasn't hard for him to draw morale from within knowing Vyn could very well be on the case.

Normally, the appearance of the thugs ruining Corwald would've made him even more obnoxiously loud. However, he could hear multiple foot steps, and the jingle-jangling of Spades was made even more distinct by the dungeon's acoustics.

Penn arrived at his cell with his entire company in tow, and Uryva poorly attempted to stifle a laugh. "Pfffbbt!" he blew a raspberry and grinned, looking at the colorful cast of characters before him. "Wow, what the hell am I lookin' at here?" he asked. He stood up from the damp floor of his cell and approaching the bars separating himself from them. He shoved his hands in his pockets and asked, "You decide to bring us some entertainment, Penny? You think a merryman's gonna stop me from crackin' that big dumb head of yours open all over the floor?"

Orikanyo Pretzel Heart RubyRose


Jan
Location: Near Corwald Arena
Kickin' It With: Aaryn, Eydis, Goons

Jan betrayed her ursine heritage. She took the bait like a hungry fish, and showed her teeth like an angry mutt. "Shut up, Aaryn! You ain't exactly a giant, either!" she retorted immaturely. "Muh!" she stuck out her tongue at the end of her groundbreaking statement. "How about we let our axes do the talking, huh?" Jan grinned and flaunted the heavy blade of her axe by swinging it triumphantly onto her shoulder and standing heroically. The head of the axe glinted under the sun, as if it were making a shining promise to become rusted with blood by the end of the day.

These "Lords" didn't look impressive to Jan either, but she supposed the rebels weren't in a position to be picky about who did and didn't fight alongside them. So long as they stayed out of her way, Jan could easily disregard them. Eydis drew her attention away, and Jan grinned brightly at the frail healer. "Hey, look who's still alive!" It had been pretty touch and go the last time Jan had seen Eydis and Fridith. She became proud as shit when it dawned on her that they had all done their jobs excellently. And she had the hardest job of all: hiding out here all alone! In her opinion anyway. Perhaps if she knew about their ordeal last night thanks to Kristen's necromancy experiment she would become envious. In comparison to the riders, Jan had an easy night. And to think, she thought she was going to have the opportunity to execute tens, maybe even a hundred mercenaries all on her own!

Eydis's deception was an eagle soaring far above Jan's fiery head. "Of course he's here, you know that! What happened, didja hit your head on the way back here last night ya nut?" she blurted out incredulously. "Uryva's a lotta shit, but he ain't a traitor! His mom would burn him alive if he ever gave into the Emperor! Hell, I'd chop his balls off! Especially after we went through all this trouble to save his ass!" Jan calling someone an idiot. Irony at its finest.

That shady hooded dude from earlier slid up in the DMs outta no where. He got between the arena guards and whispered something to both of them before dipping out just as fast as he had appeared. The smile on the guards' faces said they were apparently pleased by whatever the shady fellow had to say to them. They stopped leaning against the arena wall and approached the women while brandishing their weapons menacingly. "Hey, forget about the arena!! If you're lookin' for a real fight, then you found one! Our boss says if you can make it to his castle, he'll give ya the tournament's grand prize! Whaddaya say to that?"

Mr. Shady Man had informed every mercenary he saw on the way to the palace about Penn's deal, and if one were to take a look around Corwald, they would see armed men emerging from the walls they leaned upon and the taverns they'd been drinking in. Jan's head swiveled all around her as the sound of metal being drawn from sheaths sang to her. She cracked her neck and grinned at the guard maniacally. "I say... your boss sure knows how to please a lady!! BRING IT YA RAT BASTARDS!! I'LL SMEAR THE LOT OF YOU ALL OVER THIS TOWN!!"

theplasticdemon Pretzel Heart


Kristen
Location: Corwald
Kickin' It With: Lamont

Kristen scoffed at Lamont's example of a nefarious evil she may be capable of committing. She rolled her eyes and replied, "Hey, that's not a bad idea. Maybe I should hex your friends... hmmm... Or maybe I'll just sneeze on all of you. OR MAYBE I'll have a zombie sneeze on all of you. If that wouldn't doesn't start an epidemic I don't know what would." She followed Lamont and waited patiently as he reached into Ava's caboose (teehee) and put handed her the tome.

It felt great to have the familiar Flux tome back in her hand. Her fingertips rubbed against the worn black cover fondly. She looked up at Lamont in surprise when his spiel about magical theory ended with a rejection of it. "Sounds great to me," she replied, returning his dark tone of voice in full.

He piqued her interest with his mention of Nosferatu. She'd always wanted to learn the spell but she could never afford it. "If I had a spell like that, I could show you what I'm really capable of," she gloated. "Flux is second nature, but I've been far beyond it for some time now," she said proudly. Kristen glanced around Corwald and continued to showboat. "If these morons are too scared to make the first move, I'd be happy to. Flux will be MORE than enough to deal with them~"

She didn't have to though. Jan's enthusiastic proclamation to smear their innards all over her hometown was heard pretty loud and clear. "Now that's the best idea I've heard all day." Kristen looked up to Lamont and mischievously and asked, "Ready for some fun?" as the mercenaries drew nearer.

[Kristen received Flux from the inventory]

Orikanyo


Ava
Location: Drivin' the Carriage
Kickin' It With: Cal'vina, Zakai, Vilhelmina, Mordimort

Ava gave a posh but enthusiastic giggle to Cal'vina's bantering and replied, "You've seen right through me Mr. Vina~" in the same spirit. However, this moment of congenial schmoozing only merchants and pretentious nobles could be capable of came to a close. It started with Cal'vina's forlorn but genuine observation about the children, until the curtains closed and he took her backstage. In Ava's field, it was the kinda shit that separated an amateur from a professional: networking. She relaxed her shoulders and sighed.

"Your authenticity is a breath of fresh air Mr. Vina. You're spot on. I've been groping around in the darkness of your economy to minute success, and I am very much in need of a light. A favor for a favor is my favorite kind of favor. I assure you that if you help me get the Prince home, your contribution will be made quite clear to the king. And should you ever visit Neth, there are a myriad of opportunities I can provide you with, especially within our travel industry." She moved the reigns of the carriage to one hand so that she could hold out hers for Cal'vina to shake. "You have yourself a deal, sir."

Cal'vina reminded her of their imminent danger, and some shouting up by the Arena seemed to have been the instigation of another fight. Another god damn life threatening situation. Day after day, this was going to be the rest of her life. "Oh for the love of-- whyyyyy!?" she whined desperately. "Animals..." she mumbled as she adjusted herself in her seat. She turned toward Cal'vina and slid open a window into the back of the carriage. "Milord! Please, stay in the Winfield! The two of you simply must protect our supplies from these barbarians!" Her eyes then shot toward Mordimort, who she needed to keep an eye on Zakai to make sure he wouldn't leave. "And Mordimort! Yes, if we're not careful, some brute may snatch Mordimort right from behind me, and we'll never see her again and that would be a tragedy so STAY." She shut the window abruptly and left it at that. Now that they were travelling with a full rebel army Ava saw no reason for Zakai to continue fighting.

"Milord fancies himself a warrior, and I would never hesitate to confirm that he is indeed a gifted one! As is lady Vilhelmina, but all it takes is one stray arrow to the neck..." she said to Cal'vina quietly and sighed. "I just think we should leave the fighting to the real soldiers. If I had the ability to herd the Vicar and the Senator into the safety of my carriage as well, I would. They're bad influences, but there's little I can do about them. Everyone around me is obsessed with violence Mr. Vina, except for you and the maid."

Orikanyo RubyRose Waverly


Hayden
Location: Corwald
Kickin' It With: Leelo

Hayden enthusiastically answered, "It's different! I've never heard anything like it before!" Then with the same level of interest, he added, "I'm not sure if I like it!" This man was the first bard he'd ever met in Satrella, so Satrellian music was a complete mystery to him. But if this guy was a fan of singing and speaking, then maybe he could form a better opinion. "I gotta hear ya sing more!"

Behind the two of them the battle had begun, and though it was stealing the attention of your average citizen away from the bard's voice, Hayden was happy to behave as if Leelo were the only person in existence. He had a total colon-D face when Leelo invited him to share adventures and have some drank. "Probably!" Hayden answered as if he'd given a definitive response to the matter of his age. "I guess I'll find out! Let's go!" Then, he marched forward, despite having no real clue where the tavern was and what direction he was heading in.

Pretzel Heart

Grieves is kickin' it with Diana and Alexander. Roth is brooding and following the carriage, ready for some action.


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