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Aether Guild Hall, Front Entrance
Associated Mission: Dungeon Exploration
The thrum of energy was always welcome in Aether's halls. To Torin, known as Atlas among his peers, who had spent the last few years of his life as the guild's errand boy-turned-informant, the noise was paramount to a proof of his success; indeed, the male prided himself on his work, felt that his part in supplying missions to his peers was, perhaps, equally as important as completing them, and knew that the guild would not be as prosperous as it was without his aid. Irisha herself had said so. If he could get his perpetual tardiness under control, he was sure the older woman would have more words to sing in his praise. This notion was partially responsible for the skip in the young man's step as he made his way to the Guild Hall's entrance - for the second time this month he was on time, early even, to a designated meeting. Unarr praise him, he needed to celebrate once this debriefing was over.
Torin stopped his jubilant trek only when the the Guild Hall's large, ornate doors came close enough to touch. Smile in place and insides buzzing with excitement, he fiddled with the papers in his hold. Yes indeed, a celebration was in order. If he was lucky, Mellie would have a new order of fire brandy in. He'd pester her later, maybe worm a melon doughnut or two out of her as well. For now he had a task to do, and an important one at that. New dungeons were hardly a passing matter after all.
Road to Abringen, Hajdorszag Province
Associated Mission: Razed Fields
Adila Kinsleigh wrung her hands in the long folds of her skirt, dark eyes dancing from the dirt road to the sparse cropping of trees on her left and back again. It was a warm day, perfect for tending to the crops, and the rich green of Abringen’s fields spread into the horizon behind her. Unfortunately, the woman drew no comfort from the familiar sight. No, she was far too anxious, the nerves running through her body unforgiving as each new sound caused her to flinch and curl into herself further. Her demeanor was expected, however, as the once tranquil atmosphere of her small town lay in ruin, trampled to dust beneath the mechanizations of a crazed beast. Recent weeks had taught her to be weary, and Adila was not fool enough to draw more attention than needed. Still, she could not let fear rule her today. She had a job, a responsibility, that she had to see through.
The Shard Hunters would be arriving soon. As the sender of her village’s request for help, she had made it her duty to see to their arrival. Although, as she stood at the side of the road leading to Abrigen, Adila found herself second guessing her choice. Hopefully their prospective saviors would arrive soon; she dreaded the thought of facing down a rampaging Eagle-Wasp alone.
Pichetbury, Webtu Province, Village Gate
Associated Mission: Village Defense
Tensions in Pichetbury were high. Aegeus Merrick knew this. He knew this like he knew Ash Peas grew best in the late summer, like he knew the local horses needed to be let out to run each morning, like he knew Syon Arik was getting on his last nerves.
"- M'jus sayin', why we wastin' our money hirin' folks we ain't know? I says we keep on as we is. Dem bogos ain't beat us yet. Why I - "
Aegeus rubbed a hand down his face. Leave it to Syon to try and talk reason to him, him - the only one out of the two of them who could read, let alone write, and thereby request some much needed help for their suffering village. The bandits were bleeding them dry; if they didn't act soon, didn't change something, there'd be no one left to bleed. For Syon to not realize this was disgusting. He called himself a man, yet he couldn't realize that keeping on as they have been would result in nothing but Pichetbury's ruin. These bandits were no fools. They knew what they were doing, and Pichetbury's luck so far - for that's what their survival was, pure dumb luck - had only instigated them further. Aegeus honestly didn't know how he was still alive, let alone the fool at his side. Still -
"Shut up." Syon's face twisted at the interruption, and the man opened his mouth again as if to interject. Aegeus beat him to the punch. "The village chief let me send for help, and help we'll get. If you want to run into battle and die fine, just leave me out."
Hopefully the Shard Hunters arrived soon; Aegeus wasn't sure how much more of Syon's nonsense he could take.
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Aether Guild Hall, Front Entrance
Associated Mission: Dungeon Exploration
The thrum of energy was always welcome in Aether's halls. To Torin, known as Atlas among his peers, who had spent the last few years of his life as the guild's errand boy-turned-informant, the noise was paramount to a proof of his success; indeed, the male prided himself on his work, felt that his part in supplying missions to his peers was, perhaps, equally as important as completing them, and knew that the guild would not be as prosperous as it was without his aid. Irisha herself had said so. If he could get his perpetual tardiness under control, he was sure the older woman would have more words to sing in his praise. This notion was partially responsible for the skip in the young man's step as he made his way to the Guild Hall's entrance - for the second time this month he was on time, early even, to a designated meeting. Unarr praise him, he needed to celebrate once this debriefing was over.
Torin stopped his jubilant trek only when the the Guild Hall's large, ornate doors came close enough to touch. Smile in place and insides buzzing with excitement, he fiddled with the papers in his hold. Yes indeed, a celebration was in order. If he was lucky, Mellie would have a new order of fire brandy in. He'd pester her later, maybe worm a melon doughnut or two out of her as well. For now he had a task to do, and an important one at that. New dungeons were hardly a passing matter after all.
Road to Abringen, Hajdorszag Province
Associated Mission: Razed Fields
Adila Kinsleigh wrung her hands in the long folds of her skirt, dark eyes dancing from the dirt road to the sparse cropping of trees on her left and back again. It was a warm day, perfect for tending to the crops, and the rich green of Abringen’s fields spread into the horizon behind her. Unfortunately, the woman drew no comfort from the familiar sight. No, she was far too anxious, the nerves running through her body unforgiving as each new sound caused her to flinch and curl into herself further. Her demeanor was expected, however, as the once tranquil atmosphere of her small town lay in ruin, trampled to dust beneath the mechanizations of a crazed beast. Recent weeks had taught her to be weary, and Adila was not fool enough to draw more attention than needed. Still, she could not let fear rule her today. She had a job, a responsibility, that she had to see through.
The Shard Hunters would be arriving soon. As the sender of her village’s request for help, she had made it her duty to see to their arrival. Although, as she stood at the side of the road leading to Abrigen, Adila found herself second guessing her choice. Hopefully their prospective saviors would arrive soon; she dreaded the thought of facing down a rampaging Eagle-Wasp alone.
Pichetbury, Webtu Province, Village Gate
Associated Mission: Village Defense
Tensions in Pichetbury were high. Aegeus Merrick knew this. He knew this like he knew Ash Peas grew best in the late summer, like he knew the local horses needed to be let out to run each morning, like he knew Syon Arik was getting on his last nerves.
"- M'jus sayin', why we wastin' our money hirin' folks we ain't know? I says we keep on as we is. Dem bogos ain't beat us yet. Why I - "
Aegeus rubbed a hand down his face. Leave it to Syon to try and talk reason to him, him - the only one out of the two of them who could read, let alone write, and thereby request some much needed help for their suffering village. The bandits were bleeding them dry; if they didn't act soon, didn't change something, there'd be no one left to bleed. For Syon to not realize this was disgusting. He called himself a man, yet he couldn't realize that keeping on as they have been would result in nothing but Pichetbury's ruin. These bandits were no fools. They knew what they were doing, and Pichetbury's luck so far - for that's what their survival was, pure dumb luck - had only instigated them further. Aegeus honestly didn't know how he was still alive, let alone the fool at his side. Still -
"Shut up." Syon's face twisted at the interruption, and the man opened his mouth again as if to interject. Aegeus beat him to the punch. "The village chief let me send for help, and help we'll get. If you want to run into battle and die fine, just leave me out."
Hopefully the Shard Hunters arrived soon; Aegeus wasn't sure how much more of Syon's nonsense he could take.
Pao Synastry Zeebruh Heathestus Zerohex Remembrance MiraAutumn Slav SachiGrl Huntertabbysandshark3 Mitch Conner EMIYAman Ennuis dragonsfire Aloha Loha
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