Fantasy Of Nature, Salt, and Other Oddities - IC

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[Birdsie]

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RP begins now.

Backstory for the party is below. I expect the team leader to post first.

Meet Our Heroes

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You met in a tavern.

You never knew why, but "The Drunken Dragon" sounded like a good place to make a stop at. You sat down at the counter while people around you cheered, and you started making yourself comfortable. What was supposed to be a short rest at a bar near the capital city; Wandermere, of Eflor, turned out to be the beginning of the biggest legend the land would know.

You met there, under the Drunken Dragon. Several other people passing by. An unlikely bunch, who soon became friends. Acquaintances bound by fate and legend.

The bunch of you gathered together and decided to travel to the capital in tandem. You talked with each other for a bit, until you had to make a stop on the way to Wandermere. An influential Duke by the name of Rias Itzil was in need of help. Being a group of braves, you all agreed to work together to help him.

You carried out your duty. The quest was dangerous but straightforward. Slay a dangerous, insane Beholder in a nearby cave who had been terrorizing the land and kidnapping, then killing children for being "imperfect." The Beholder turned out to be a dangerous sorcerer, and he burnt the nearby town of Dawnsbury. Undead walked the earth and flooded the nearby lands, all under his vile control.

But before he could kill the mayor and Duke of Dawnsbury, you stopped him. With a team effort, you killed the Beholder on the eyes of thousands of citizens.

A heroes' feast was thrown in your honor, and then the Duke offered to personally fund the construction of a keep for you; an offer you gladly accepted. What you expected to be a mere castle turned out to be a self-sustaining town with sturdy walls.

Spoiler: Town of Beholderfore

Castle: A highly-defendable keep. The town's small guard of forty-four soldiers live in it. Their pay comes directly from the taxes gathered from the town, as well as small funding projects raised by Duke Rias. It has walls, battlements, and similar. It also has over fifteen living chambers, a penthouse, three parlors, two foyers including one with a pair of curved C-shaped stairs to the upper floor, a grand ballroom, an armory, bunks for the soldiers, and small chambers for a servant-class living in the castle, and much more. It also has a chapel and several priests for the faithful just outside the gate, accessible to both the adventurers and citizens. Usually, there are fifteen guards waiting in the castle in reserve, with a sergeant. Five archers are at the walls at all times, with more being posted when the town is on alert.
Market: A large town square, with a well and several bazaars for passing merchants, announcing information, and similar. There's also the administration building where citizens pay their taxes and register themselves, or try to gain housing. Usually, five guards are posted here with a sergeant.
Merchant District: A small mercantile district. Unlike the less-developed market, this has only the finest of wares, both of local make and from lands far away. Exotic spices, special items, and materials can be bought here for affordable prices. Usually, six guards are posted here with a sergeant.
Craftsmen District: The city's industrial output so to speak. Blacksmiths, goldsmiths, and silversmiths are rare in Beholderfore. Rather, the city has many weavers, furniture makers, and surprisingly, a magic shop that is rare for a town this small. Usually, five guards are posted here with a sergeant.
Gate District: A small housing district, with poor merchants and craftsmen living there and selling their products as well. It has a small, lesser courtyard near the gate. Usually, four guards are posted here with a sergeant.
Dock District: A docking and shipping district of considerable size. Fishermen sell their catches, and ships arrive and depart daily for trade or delivery of fresh resources for the city. The adventurers are owners of a ship of their own.

Life in the city is pleasant. The small town has plenty of green fields and yellow farmlands around it, producing food all year long. There is a mayor who answers directly to the owner; Amelia Ellis, the de facto leader of the adventurers who saved Dawnsbury. The road to the east of the town drags on for roughly four-hundred meters before reaching the bigger, slightly more prosperous city of Dawnsbury that the adventurers saved.

The construction lasted almost a year. And it took even more time for villagers, merchants and more people to settle down.

Regardless, all of you gathered together and met here once again once the construction was complete. You spoke about what happened, and you decided to create a group of adventurers together, in light of the recent events regarding rumors of Estrellath's return. You informed Duke Rias of your plan to beat the Lord of Silence. He applauded you and wished you good luck.

Today, you meet in the castle to discuss the matters at hand, such as the name of the group.

You are determined. You are sure you can win.

However, even though you may try to stop it...

Evil always finds a way...

"My lord, your vassals have conquered the next temple. Soon, the Gods will be snuffed out of their comfortable havens in the sky. They will fall, and you will take their place, in the name of the mother. For you are her son. The waters will be our ally and mankind will wilt in pain," a monster spoke from the corner of the room. "That is what happens to those who forget."

Before God, there is Chaos.

A star of hope that has lost its light is but a candle-light in the sky.

And in the end, nothing is all that will remain.

Before something, there is nothing.

Before the name of Gaia.

Before the name of Heaven.

Amen.

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[Kylesar1]

Amelia "Amy" Ellis
Beholderfore Castle​

Amelia, known as Amy by everyone was always up and running early with the help. She'd been scrubbing, catching and helping the castle service every morning. It was part of her training, both physically and mentally. It builds character. A Robin Hood knows and is empathetic of the woes and sacrifices of the common man. Stepping in their shoes prevents a self righteous and condescending outlook on life and keeps one's head grounded. This is also why you give to charity often. She remembered those words from her mentor, Sir Joseph Watson, the Old Dawn General, and lived by them daily. Robin Hood was her goal. Right now though, she considered herself a Cardinal

After taking a bath and eating breakfast, Amy looked into her closet to get ready for the meeting. "Formal or Informal..... What to wear?" Most of what Amy wore was her signature Cardinal look. It was iconic of her at this point. Most things that weren't that was just a variant of the color. Every color under the rainbow, she had a Cardinal outfit of it

She wouldn't be immediately recognized if she wore a dress, so Cardinal it would be. She went with Green. "Reminds me of that guy who defeated the Giant Pig Man." she commented, looking in the mirror. It would do.

She made her way to the meeting place. She was always in a good mood, but it was much better now. They'd name the group today, possibly establish a guild, and discuss the less laugh worthy matters.

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(I don't know who is and isn't in the group, so I tag you all)

 

[Archdemon]

Simon
Location: Docks -----> Confrence Hall
Action: Helping The Locals

Simon was out at the docks helping the local fishermen catching fish and or teaching the newer ones how to properly fish. He showed them proper net techniques, how to easily spot the fish, and what tools are best for catching them. The locals are still adjusting to having an Altanian help them out with fishing techniques but his assistance really helps out with feeding everyone.

He kept at it for an hour or two before he had to leave, today was a special day after all. After much debating and delays, the team would finally have a name for themselves. So with that he dived into the water and went along his underground tunnel back to the castle. He eventually popped back up from his water room, and dried himself because the servants didn't like him dragging water everywhere.

He made sure his royal outfit was good to go before he headed off to the conference room. As always he took a seat as faraway from the sun as possible, he wanted to keep fresh and not smell like a rotting fish after all. For now he would wait for the others, maybe he missed them along the way? Either way he wore a smile on his face. Today was a special day indeed.

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[Birdsie]

Wayland
Conference Hall

In a chair, near the corner of the room, slept an innocuous, young man. It was not a nap, but a deep sleep. His body was gently relaxed on the chair, with the heels of his boots laid on top of the long, wooden table. His hands rested on his belly. The only way to get him to interact would be to wake him up - an act that can be said to be an adventure of its own - not many can convince Wayland to interrupt his slumber.

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[Orikanyo]

Gallagallagan

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"Back in the saddle already. Been but a year since we took out the big eyeball bastard and now were thinking of taking on the big guy? Can't say I didn't expect it." the goat man spoke to himself as he sat upon his chair in the meeting hall, sitting left to the largest chair in the room that was the chair of their most illustrious, flamboyant and occasionally foolhardy leader. How she came to be the leader is a very... Curious thing, perhaps it was more the fact she was the one more or less into the fray before anybody else that she became the position, more than the taking the position herself.

Though she was silly now and again, she did have her heart in the right place, even if she was pretty young... Though what was age to a satyr?

Another part of their group was currently snoring away in the corner, not that Galla really expected anything else of him. Wayland was more often in the dream realm than a man addicted to Dreamichor, and about as hard to wake up. Granted, he didn't get the shakes like one of those addicts so he wasn't worried for the man's habits, even if he still did sleep far to often. Often, and deep enough that waking him up was something of a chore.

A chore Galla didn't feel like dealing with right now...

The satyr sighed, running a hand through his blonde hairs in an attempt to remove them from his face, today they will be discussing their plan, starting up a guild and possibly even setting off. He already had his stuff packed should they be doing so, he should thank his old battle-axe teacher for smacking prudence into him early on. But becoming a landed man so quickly was odd for the goat-man, he found himself treated much better within the town and hell he found himself with more freetime than he really knew what to do with.

When he wasn't damn well doing whatever is needed to keep this ship afloat. Walls don't build themselves, and considering his background being... heavily dwarven... He will admit to having picked up some knowledge about stonework and the such. But why did he have to play manager to workers damn it? The damn Artisan's guild was to damn far and their representative kept getting waylaid by what have you, it took him 3 months to get here, just as well since he was about to leave on this venture!

God knows that artisan is going to have fits when he sees what they had to do to keep the roof from leaking.

And why was he to blame?! Hes a damn warrior not an artisan!

Satyr don't know rocks, they know trees!

Nonetheless, this journey kept looking better and better with each passing thought about his year. They would go on on an adventure and all he would have to think of is what they will be eatting later, what good nature pun he could wrangle up and how to best fit his sword into the chest of the big baddie at the end. And occasionally enjoy the stuff in between of course! Maybe they would traverse a dungeon? Maybe fight a dragon in said dungeon!

....

Nah... Not likely.

Sighing once more he stood up, best he got Wayland up, no sense leaving the guy. the sound of his hooved feet hitting the floor echoed until he reached the man. "Oi, Wayland, time to wake up! Meeting is soon."

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[Birdsie]

Wayland
Conference Hall

Wayland's eyes lazily opened. His sleazy eyeballs drifted to Galla. He stared, his look indifferent and uncaring. "Five minutes." Wayland's eyes closed again, but soon, he realized this would only lead to more and more needless talk and loud, obnoxious attempts at ending his rest. Wayland's eyes shot open. He reached his arms to the ceiling and stretched his back, then got his feet off the desk and stood up for a moment. He moved his torso from the left to the right to decompress his atrophied bones and muscles, then sat down in a more appropriate position.

Wayland decided to correct himself. "Five seconds' more like it."

What he told no one was that he intended to fall asleep as soon as no one paid attention to him, and return to his sweet dreams.

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[Silver Wolf]

Vanen Eucin​

Vanen had returned to the keep with a few rabbits and parts of a fox. He had already field dressed the fox, so all that was left now was to treat the pelt so it could be useable. The servants offered to take the rabbit with them and the fox parts. He agreed, but it was sort of sad that he had to because he was pressed for time. He hadn't expected to get back this late. He placed his horse in the stables and hurried.

He didn't own any nicer clothes than what he wore all the time, so he just walked right into the conference room and took a seat. A few were already there, but he had a small feeling he was early. Today would be the day he might be making a decision. He could stay or leave, but he was worried he would stay in this place for too long. He didn't dislike the group, but he didn't know if it would be right for him in the long run.

The other people there were Simon, Galla, and Wayland. There was only one other person in the room at that point not occupied by sleep, or said sleeper. He decided to try and make small talk, but he ended up saying, "I have a weird feeling I came rather early...when is this supposed to begin?"

Birdsie Archdemon Orikanyo

Lupin Havest Lua
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Lupin was sitting in a room with himself, playing a game of chess with one of the guard captains. Speaking with him about various things. He felt as though he did some of the important work. Ever since he had become a part of this...gathering as he could call it, but they were taking on a rather important mission today.

"It is rather strange...how a temple could be torn apart so suddenly. Not only that, but I am rather curious to see how this developes." He moved his chess piece as he said that. Almost immediately after, the captain made his own move then began to question Lupin.

"What do you mean? The way Lady Amelia develops her party or the rumors of the Chaos Avatar?" The captain said as he moved his knight to threaten Lupin's queen.

"Both of course, but I am far more interested in this higher evil. How will the world change to its presence? Oh, and checkmate." Lupin swiftly stood up and began walking towards Amelia's chambers, leaving his friend he was discussing matters with alone. He came to Amelia's room and knocked on the door. He wanted to talk to her for a while. He respected Amelia, but he felt rather concerned about this. She had that energy that drew people in, but she was also reckless in many ways. Young to boot, so Lupin felt it his responsibility to shed some wisdom to her before the conference. His concern could be considered reasonable, but this was honestly a fascinating event. He couldn't pass up the chance to witness it.

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[Kylesar1]

Amelia "Amy" Ellis
Conference Hall​

Amy was used to Wayland sleeping. Still though, this meeting was far too important for him to miss this briefing. They were to plan and probably set out today. They all needed to know this information. "Goodmorning Galla. Goodmorning Wayland, you sleeping log," Amy said to them. The fact that Wayland woke up so willingly only meant they'd confront the problem again later. It was fairly useless to tell him this but........."You need to be awake for this meeting. It's very important to the group and the town as a whole. Also, I need both of your suggestions for the name of the group. Order of the Cardinal Blade is maybe a bit too personal to appeal to you guys. I can't make the name alone."

A newcomer. "You're early, but not too early of a bird. I make it my job as the leader to be up and ready before any of her teammates."

Birdsie
Orikanyo
Silver Wolf

Lupin was sitting in a room with himself, playing a game of chess with one of the guard captains. Speaking with him about various things. He felt as though he did some of the important work. Ever since he had become a part of this...gathering as he could call it, but they were taking on a rather important mission today.

"It is rather strange...how a temple could be torn apart so suddenly. Not only that, but I am rather curious to see how this developes." He moved his chess piece as he said that. Almost immediately after, the captain made his own move then began to question Lupin.

"What do you mean? The way Lady Amelia develops her party or the rumors of the Chaos Avatar?" The captain said as he moved his knight to threaten Lupin's queen.

"Both of course, but I am far more interested in this higher evil. How will the world change to its presence? Oh, and checkmate." Lupin swiftly stood up and began walking towards Amelia's chambers, leaving his friend he was discussing matters with alone. He came to Amelia's room and knocked on the door. He wanted to talk to her for a while. He respected Amelia, but he felt rather concerned about this. She had that energy that drew people in, but she was also reckless in many ways. Young to boot, so Lupin felt it his responsibility to shed some wisdom to her before the conference. His concern could be considered reasonable, but this was honestly a fascinating event. He couldn't pass up the chance to witness it.

A maid came to the door. She had been cleaning Amelia's room. She bowed respectfully. "I'm sorry, sir, but Amelia is at the Conference Hall, preparing to discuss the matters of the recent events. Excuse me."

 

[Birdsie]

Wayland
Conference Hall

"Your guess is as good as mine, pal," he answered to Vanen's question, shrugging from his seat. Wayland laid back in the chair, chilling for a moment. A thought crossed his mind. One about making a clockwork golem that kept note of all arrangements and things that had to be done. But still, he was too tired for stuff like that. Especially right now. No one would mind if he just closed his eyes, right?

Wayland relaxed, took a deep, weary breath and closed his eyes...

And then, Amelia came through the door. Instantly, he reopened them and pretended he wasn't about to fall asleep. "Of course, of course, chief! Good morning!" He put on a sheepish grin for the show. Being caught sleeping on the job was bad for reputation.

"What about..." Wayland put his finger to his chin, squinting. Soon, his finger flowed in a motion to point at Amelia: "Vox Oculus. If you don't know celestial, don't ask what it means."

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[Archdemon]

Simon
Location: Conference Room
Action: Coming up with names.

Simon looked at everyone and smiled, he seemed to enjoy the group being there or at least those that did join them. He was about to reply to Vanen when Amelia walked it.

"Good morning to you Amelia! And good morning everyone!"

He chuckled at Amelia's group name, noting how ridiculous it sounded, but then again she was 17. He thought about the name for a little bit while hearing Wayland's suggestion. He then came up with something not really unique but it rolled of the tongue easy.

"Wayland, while your suggestion is good, I feel like it needs to be less fancy or appeal more to our accomplishments. I think either The Sentinels or The Guadians would fit better due to saving the people here from the Beholder. It's simple, works well in conversations and it sticks to our accomplishments. Besides it rolls of the tongue easier as a group name than something complicated."

Simon looked at everyone, waiting for their suggestion or reactions.

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[Birdsie]

Wayland
Conference Hall

"That name's too general. People will get picky," Wayland argued back, supporting his bored face with his hand, his elbow now on the table. "Just how many guardians and sentinels are out there? We haven't earned enough popularity across the country for a name like that. We saved one, medium-sized town from a sorcerous monster. And what? That doesn't make us anything more than people who defeat flying eyeballs with magical abilities."

Wayland was certainly one to talk, since all he did all along during the actual combat was throw flash bombs at the Beholder from very, very far away. At one point, he actually did something semi-useful and got to building a golem soldier that would fight the Beholder. Unfortunately, he rushed the effort and built the golem in less than twenty minutes, which resulted in it being brought down in less than a minute of actually fighting the beast. Rest in peace, Jerry the Golem.

"What about..." Wayland had his way with names. It all depended on how he felt, though. Sometimes, he'd give the most simple and stupid names to his creations. Other times, he'd get deep and philosophical and spend hours thinking about a proper title, until he finally fell asleep and woke up completely forgetting what he was going to call his contraption. Wayland smiled suddenly. "What about... Enlightened Vision! Get it? Beholder? Vision? It's a play on words."

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[FireMaiden]

Loriana
Conference Hall
A woman's chuckle came from the door. "Wow, keep going guys. Let's get all the stupid ideas out first." Loriana finally decided to show up despite being in town for the past week, and the castle for the last day. The redheaded woman flashed a smile as she walked in, her heels clicking as she did. Loriana owned no nice clothes, so she was just wearing her armor; the hood of her cloak thibg down so they could see her face of course. No need to be secretive with people who already know who you are. "Here's my suggestions; Agents of Coldwell or, here's the other one, The Harbingers." They were pretty bad in her oppion, but the only ones she remembered after last night...you can only remember so much after a good 9 bottles of booze. It's amazing she's still walking. Birdsie Kylesar1 Silver Wolf Orikanyo Archdemon

 

[Kylesar1]

Amelia Amy Ellis
Conference Hall​

Vox Oculus- seemed too out there for a small group
Enlightened Vision - Just no
Sentinels - Generic
Guardians - Generic
Agents of Coldwell- What even was Coldwell?
The Harbingers- Too assassin like

She told them all her critiques aloud.
"Geez," Amy said with a sigh. It needed to be fancy, but not too fancy. Simple, but not too simple. Relevant to what they did and what they were about to do, and appease everyone, as well as sound appealing to the public to get outsiders to join. It was all marketing. Amy knew how to sell an image. Hell, she spent hours upon hours making all kinds of improvements to people's design and gardens. She had that artistic eye, but how do you sound like a household name you have yet to become? She didn't know. She was only a local name. That was always her weakness, that elusive artistic ear. A name could make or break a public image before they heard anything else. She read about a group called the Adventurers who took down a king who sold his soul. The feats were amazing, but she felt like they would've been internationally known if they had a better name

"Wanderlust? Redforge? Twinstriders? The Charlanders?" She was now just firing off names, hoping one would catch one of their ears in a good way. You can't gauge a name on paper or even out of your mind's mouth. Hearing it aloud in a room of others was only way to go about it. "Just give me a bunch of names. One of them is bound to have some agreement."
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[Alteras]

Jenny Fountaine
Conference Hall

“How about ‘Amaryllis’?” A clear voice said as the door was swung open. Standing there was Jenny, dressed in her standard attire and wide awake. As she walked forward to an empty chair, she stretched her arms and said her morning greetings to the group. She had spent the early morning having a small contest of archery with a local soldier, which brought joy to her and made her forget about the time. In any case, she is here and offering her opinion on the matter. Her last adventurer group had a flower based name, so she was partial, but if she’s willing to put a name that means “to sparkle,” then she’s ready to put her all into this party. “Or perhaps “Pholox.” Either way, we should keep it easy to remember.”

 

[Birdsie]

Wayland
Conference Hall

"Jenny!" Wayland exclaimed with excitement when he saw the woman enter. It wasn't hard to see that he looked up to the archerwoman; he never falls asleep during her stories, which is quite a deed when Wayland sleeps 12 hours daily on average.

"Amaryllis sounds good," Wayland agreed. "It gets my vote." He waved his arm around for emphasis then looked at Amy to see what she thinks of the name. He seemed to be more engaged in the discussion, and slightly excited.

(Bonus points to Alteras: Amaryllis is the name of a flower genus.)
FireMaiden Silver Wolf Archdemon Orikanyo Alteras Kylesar1

 

[Bie]

Zeph felt bothered. It had been a while, but his composure had cracked. He nearly lost his shit at the market this morning. A heat of anger bubbled inside his chest, and he pushed the door, slamming it against the wall.

Bloody brilliant. He's going to have to pay for that too.

Zeph's cold eyes flared as he hissed through his clench teeth. "I swear upon the seas, I will kill this establishment if it's named after some heroic deed."

Having broken off it's hinges, the door fell to ground, shaking the entire room.

"Yeah, sure. We saved their asses. But I didn't do it to be treated like some damn hero." Heated by his discomfort, his voice shook. As he took a seat, Zeph raised a brow at the others as if he were expecting an answer.

It really, really bothered him. This morning he had tripled his earnings at the market. Under normal circumstances, he would be ecstatic. His wares had always sold quite nicely, but today there was a surge of people at his stall. They were buying their gratitude. As if his artwork held little value. On top of his damaged pride, their bright eyes fucking pissed him off. It took everything in him not to make a scene. He actually started to miss when people constantly picked fights with him. Now they were all doe-eyed. It freaked him the hell out.

Zeph finally began to settle down. The company of his team always cooled his hot temperament. Running a hand through his hair, a small smile perked his lips in agreement to Wayland's excitement.
"Amaryllis.." Zeph pictured the white and red petals and nodded. "Good one, Jenny. I like the sound of that."

(ooc: sorry, my post makes more sense if Zeph arrived before Jenny. I shouldn't have written it up before getting approved)


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[Kylesar1]

Amelia Amy Ellis
Conference Hall
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"Perfection," Amy said, awestruck at how easy it came off. It was her first idea, a gut feeling. When your gut was that good, you were a very thoughtful person. She wondered why Jenny didn't become the leader, or anyone else really. Amy was the youngest of the group, and the least skilled in whatever everyone was most skilled in when it came to battle. She wasn't the most skilled in any regard other than charisma, theatrics, and recklessness. She was always first and always on the frontline, always getting hurt first, always striking that first blow. She was the forefront against the beholder, despite being unarmored and unshielded. She had no use at all if not as bait and a distraction. With only one ranged attack that she couldn't use due to being hurt with low mana, no skill with ranged weaponry, no defensive, healing, or support spells, she really had no choice in most battles, but go headfirst and slash. She knew she didn't deserve the position, but everyone placed the trust in her for some reason, and she wouldn't fail them. Her skills in battle were best used to distract and wear down an enemy, buy time for them to do the heavy damage. Distracting was what she was best at. Catching the eye and holding it, turning every attack from her team into a surprise attack. In the beholder's case, it was about 8 eyes.

The things she was feeling wasn't Insecurity, as much as it was statements of fact. She simply wasn't a thinker. Too much thinking would've made her doubt the sanity of charging the beholder. Yea, it was insane, but you can't tell her that in the moment. Insecurity never had a place in her mind. Amy never talked down to herself. It'd make her appearances less inspired, dull her reflexes. Confidence was always key when it came to selling a crowd

She jumped up on the table and flourished her cape. She spoke fast. "We seem to have pllllenty of agreement then. I also find the name a perfect......" dramatic pause. "...... middle ground for everything we need....." Slow speech with emphasis "...... A perfect name from a perfect mind." Matter settled to her, but this was a group effort.

"If anyone has any objections, say so now in the court of private opinion, or hold your peace." If not, the motion will pass


If everyone's good with the name:
"Next subject! The current state of the town. Crime rates? The orphanage building progess? Merchants and trade caravans coming in? Anything to report on?"

FireMaiden Silver Wolf Archdemon Orikanyo Alteras Birdsie

 

[GasMaskie]

YvesConference Hall

"It's as good a name as any. I find no fault with it." A new voice had spoken up now, though it was unclear just when they had even entered the room. Perhaps he had slipped in when Zeph had made his entrance or perhaps he had always been in the room. He wasn't exactly the most talkative type, nor was he particularly social outside of what was to be expected. A small yawn escaped his lips as he remained resolute in his stance; leaned up against the wall with his arms crossed.

Yves glanced around the room, recognizing the faces assembled before him. Of course, he had no problems with anyone in the group, but he wasn't exactly close to them either. In most group conversations, he was simply content hearing them banter back and forth. Still, he preferred this peaceful atmosphere. He couldn't hear any bells at this moment.

Kylesar1 Silver Wolf Archdemon Orikanyo Alteras Birdsie Bie

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

"I certainly can't reject the name of a flower so pretty." Chimed a melodious voice. With Azazel's entrance the entire room's atmosphere seemed to change, the light from the windows took a peaceful red color, the air became lightly scented with cherry blossoms, and the temperature seemed to even out to take each person's preference to them individually. It was but an illusion, but also one that Azazel had no control over. He could only make his powers known and hope the group had oversight with his unwarranted affect on their minds. Alas, over the past year of meeting them all, the annoyance should hopefully have settled by now.

There was dirt under his nails and light stains of color on his fingers betraying his recent visit to the overflowing garden which he kept. Blending in with the red thread in his hair a small red cardinal sat, occasionally letting out a content whistle. His perpetual smile met anyone to look his way, and his ash-white staff was ever-present in his hand. He joined up with the table and stood next to Zeph. "The farms are blooming beyond my expectations, Amelia. I've considered the construction of a vineyard. Proper viticulture and wines are lackluster in these parts."

 

[Birdsie]

Wayland
Conference Hall

"Actually, I need some money, for, erm," Wayland paused awkwardly, creating brief silence. "Expenses." He waited a moment, then added once again: "I swear it's not vodka. I've learned from that mistake. I promise. Now. What if we were to-" Wayland raised his fingers to draw attention, "-hear me out. What if we were to build a huge, mobile fortress air balloon? It'd take months to build, but with some time and effort, I can pull up an architectural draft. We won't need horses anymore."

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[Silver Wolf]

Lupin Havest Lua & Vanen Eucin
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"Dammit I'm late!" Lupin said once he realized the time. Without another word he began sprinting through the castle, confusing the maid and startling several other staff members as he sprinted towards the conference room. He slammed the door open while gasping for breath before coughing and standing up with posture before walking over to a seat. His first worries aside from appearances was the fact his new clothes would be reeking of him so strongly so soon. Not that he didn't mind his own smell, but he was enjoying the smell of freshly tailored clothes. His damned senses wouldn't let him smell otherwise.

Luckily, things seemed to pick up quick, so he decided to pretend to ignore that didn't happen. He then heard Wayland give probably the dumbest pitch ever. Before he could say anything though, Vanen had opened his mouth and said, "But I like horses, they're definitely more loyal."

Vanen was correct about one thing in his sentence, so Lupin opened his mouth to explain all of his criticisms about that idea. "Wayland...do you even realize how many more problems that creates? Not even our duke has the funds for that I'm sure. As a military concept it works, but long term costs would also be a pain in the ass. Staffing, fuel, upkeep, and research aren't something we can spare on a flying ship when our own town doesn't even have the military personnel of a fortress...not to mention the attention it would attract. As great as it sounds, there are too many downsides not even counting for the fact that it even succeeds..."

He decided to stop there. Nothing more was to be said. After hearing that, he was now debating whether any idea of Wayland's should get funds at all. The booze crisis ended badly. No one was happy about that. He would rather have the town plaza covered in shit than that. On the other hand he set down a number of papers carrying all forms of reports and requests. He guessed he missed the naming. Not much to do about that.

"On that note, several things are going on. Lady Amelia, may I?" he said, asking for permission to speak about some affairs of the town. He had a decent stack of paper which he pounded on the table a few times.



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[Kylesar1]

Amelia "Amy" Ellis
Conference Hall​

"Unfortunately, I can't give you an opinion for things having to do with alcohol. We can construct a vineyard, but things having to do with alcohol explicitly, I can't. That'll have to be brought up with private farmers. If they're willing, who are we to stop them? It'd bring in money for sure." Amy shrugged. She was too young to drink alcohol, so her opinion would be useless there. Pass it on to the farmers themselves.

She heard Wayland's attempts at a mobile air fortress. "They're right, Wayland. We don't have the funding to build that here. For now, we're stuck with our horses. We have to acquire funding from a military city to get something like that done. Engineers, Soldiers, Sailers if they use sails, scouts. Us alone can't run an Airship. We'll need staff and constant upkeep not only from this place, but anywhere we decide to land at." Fueling was Amy's biggest problem with the Airship. "If you could make a plan that covers all that, we could go ahead, but........." She had no idea how that would get done anytime soon.

Lupin came in and asked to speak. He seemed to have a lot to say. "If that's all, I'll give Lupin the floor."

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Wayland
Conference Hall

"D'aww, chucks..." Wayland sat back. One persistent and paradoxical thing was that Wayland loved owning nice, powerful magical items. He could craft them himself, but he rarely bothered to do so out of his laziness, not to mention the fact that he required materials to do so. In the end, it was true. The costs of building an aerial fortress were too huge. Unless Wayland was to build an army of golem droids to serve that purpose. Of course, Wayland, being himself, would never undertake something that requires that much effort. He wanted to live an easy life. Wayland was one of the few adventurers who prefer to pick the low-hanging fruit in large quantities than to reach up higher with ambition.

"Forget it. It's too much of a hassle," Wayland accepted the fate of this project. He sat back and closed his eyes, waving his arms around. "Let's move on."

Truth be told, now that he shared his idea and realized it was doomed to fail, his only intent was to go to sleep as soon as everyone stopped paying attention to him.

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[Silver Wolf]

Lupin Havest Lua
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"Thank you," Lupin said as he stood up. He then briefly looked at the papers before speaking. "Well...first off, I independently gave some merchants the OK for searching for valuable minerals nearby. A vineyard is also nice too. Having more output would do well. Although I would like to assign some supervision as the merchants were carrying an oddly large amount of black powder barrels."

Lupin shuffled his papers a little and then continued to speak on his reports. He shuffled through and explained a few more things. It wasn't a numerous amount, just an explanation on things such as the current state of affairs and how they might affect the town. A few to name them were worries of war escalating to the east and south of the kingdom, and a rather disturbing fact about faith.

"...so with that we should think about increasing guard numbers and training with the southern kingdoms acting so oddly. On another note, the orphanage is going well. Although, we haven't found a decent caretaker. And it may be hard to find one with no temples or shrines in this town, but I don't think we should with the current situation about The Temple of Ylene being destroyed, and I mean thoroughly. A few more of these incidents are happening everywhere along with some disturbing rumors, so the orphanage may be delayed."

He honestly wondered about the orphanage. He didn't make a position on it, and sometimes was clearly not too motivated on it, but he was concerned to bring up his own ideas on orphans. Why not just have them militarized? Have them train, work in the barracks, and be very well adapted soldiers in the future. Definitely not kind, but still...it would be a good way. If it weren't that they may have to do some drafting to get those troops. Drafting children who had no place in the world until they grew up with no idea where to go would be a much better alternative, but he didn't want to push anything like that yet. After those words he sat down.

Vanen Eucin
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Vanen had listened contently to this point, but perhaps it would be good to make a few sentences. He did have a few hopes of his own, so he decided to speak anyway.

"Perhaps, if we need to raise our economic output we should encourage people to come for other reasons that aren't solely economic. I know a few merchants from my time as a caravan guard, but I don't know what kind of incentive it would give..."

He sat there for a few moments thinking. Not everyone was as good natured as he was in this world sadly, but he did notice a few things in his travels. Some of the most bustling and unique cities he ever visited were highly packed with other races. Some of the less-productive ones were typically one race and had only one economic output. "I feel nervous to say it, because I know that tensions between different groups are often high, but what if we tried giving an incentive to increase diversity between races while the town is still young? We have a surprisingly high diversity among the leadership in a mostly human town, and Simon is a prince himself, though I don't know how well they'd fare on a land settlement." He pushed himself back on track then with a small stutter. "A-Anyway that's all I wanted to say."


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