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Active [Ryken - Ryke] A Royal Pain in Escort

Maxxob

The Overseer
RP Goal: Successfully escort the NPC to its destination.
When joining, remember to:
- link your character's profile
- write their Standing Grade
- mention your character private asset goal if they have one (assets are further explained within the rules)
- always mention relevant passive skills (like feature Darkvision, Resilient Surprise, Point Boosters, etc.)


Scene 0 • Guild Row, Ryken — Mid-morning drizzle​


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Brass streetlamps hiss in the spring rain outside the vaulted facade of Ryken Adventurers’ Guild – Central Chapterhouse. Inside, cedar-smoke mingles with wet leather; quest boards clatter under fresh postings while quartermasters haggle over rations.

Your characters are here for their own reasons—waiting on payment, chasing rumors, or simply drying cloaks by the hearth. That’s when the doors slam open.

A carriage footman (soaked to the epaulettes) hustles in, unfurls a scarlet carpet across the threshold, and out totters a rosy-cheeked gentleman in candy-striped breeches, powdered curls trimmed around a tiny gilt crown.

He fans himself with a silken kerchief, projecting a nasal, trilling laugh—

Lord Bocchan Aurelius Pompadour Seroria-Ben-Magnus III
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“Ho-ho-ho-ho! Loyal denizens of Ryken! Presenting the one true heir to the Duchy of Seroria—Lord Bocchan Aurelius Pompadour Seroria-Ben-Magnus III—protector of traditions, patron of pâtisserie, etc, etc!”

Bocchan waves theatrically, slips once on the damp flagstones, then recovers with exaggerated dignity. A junior scribe lugging a metal-bound coffer wheezes after him.

He clears his throat, producing a scroll sealed in vermilion wax:

“I require an escort to Thaddeus Halgorn’s so-called capital forthwith. Success secures for each valiant guardian”—he lets the pause hang—a handful of genuine golden rykes.”

With a conspiratorial wink he adds, barely sotto voce, “Enough to drown one’s worries in top-shelf brandy, my dears.”

What’s immediately visible:​

  • The guild crest on the scroll’s ribbon is authentic.
  • The box the scribe carries bears the sigil of House Seroria, though the paint looks freshly touched-up.
  • Bocchan’s cloak lining is soaked: hidden inside are lots of pockets, some suspiciously heavy.
 

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(Originally hand-drawn, colored and edited with ai assistance)
-Standing grade: F
-Asset goal: Ryke Adventurers guild connection F​



Sue sat restlessly by the fireplace of the guild's massive chamber, taking in the sights while she petted her warm fox pelt, which she had wrapped around her shoulder so that it hung over her lap. The article had long since become part of her body it seemed, as she would never take it off unless she needed to take a bath (or give it a bath, which she would often say instead of simply washing it.)

She and Aimi, along with Aimi's mechanical sidekick, had traveled together a long way in search of work so they could scrounge up the capital necessary to renovate their recently claimed home base. They had taken care to bury the mother-daughter duo that once upon a time lived in that old house, and had made work of hanging dry herbs around to freshen up the atmosphere.

It only started raining a little while after they arrived at the guild hall. Sue groaned in contempt at the time the storm kicked up, realizing they'd be trapped there for a good while until it was over. They were simply resting from the journey, and Sue wasn't quite ready to look at work requests yet. That's exactly when one stumbled upon her haphazardly.

Sue jerked her head around to look in the direction of the guild's entryway as the sound of doors hitting walls jolted her out of her trance, and the sound of heavy rainfall echoed throughout the acoustic architecture.

"Grrrrr... what the hell? Who does something like..."

Mid-complaint, she suddenly paused, watching, stupefied, as the red carpet rolls out and extends across the floor, and the most disgustingly pompous man she'd ever laid eyes upon, waltzed into the guild hall, with a half-assed entrance to boot. She couldn't even bring herself to laugh at his clumsiness. All her face could express was complete disdain for what appeared to be, in all manner of speaking, a spoiled rich asshole.

She opened her mouth, but she could hardly make out a sound besides a few shaky grunts of surprise. She had never before experienced true hate at first sight, but when she did, it hit her like a brick wall falling on top of a kitten.

She was rightly speechless, that is, until the large man dressed like a barbershop ornament mentioned a pile of gold as fat as he was. Sue shook her head in disbelief, as though somebody had spit on her shoes.

"Really? This guy?" She blurted without thinking. "He's worth that much cheese? Aimi, are you kidding me right now? He's not serious, is he?"

Sue covered her face with her fox pelt. Please don't be serious. Please don't be serious. Please don't be serious. She muffled the phrase into her pelt, repeating it like a mantra. They needed the money, sure... but did they need it that badly?

 
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Fenrir Hellsing
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Titles: [Beast], [Butler], [Born For This], [Native], [Motivated], [Good Boy], [Abiding Servant], [Spoiled Servant], [Mentor] - #3FA008
Languages: "Common", "<Bestial>"
Standing Grade: C, Mentor C, Attentive Student C
Asset Goal: Connection to Ryke Nobility F


Fenrir wasn't that surprised for having been granted free-time from his duties to Mistress Saoirse, after all he was the very face of what an exemplary servant should be. What he didn't expect was to end up in Ryken once more: this bizarre land in which the different species pretended to live in harmony and the rightful ownership of others was banned. What a ridiculous notion! It was no wonder that this nation, this protectorate was tiny as it was. Still, even with its meager significance, it still had its uses.

Regardless, even before the rain had started, the Wolfman found himself inside the halls of the Ryke Adventurer Guild. It had been quite a while since he had been in combat, and he was more than eager to test the new equipment bought for him by his Mistress.

The Butler stood right before the quest board, bestial eyes darting through every slip of paper attached to it. He didn't even care about any curious glance he might have received, thanks to his towering form or stoic visage. The others didn't matter.

Only when the door of the guild was slammed open that his wolf ears perked up. And, after turning around, he raised one furry eyebrow seeing this curious, flamboyant and haughty self-proclaimed heir. "<Huh, a member of nobility that depends on others to get what is rightful his. Pathetic.>" The Wolfman murmured in bestial, crossing his arms. But, perhaps, that was the customs of this land of weaklings. And, perhaps helping this limp noble would end up granting a certain boon to his Mistress.

Taking a few steps towards Lord Bocchan, he would give him a bow, leveraging his [Etiquette C], while betraying nothing of his actual thoughts about the man. "Your Grace, I will gladly accept your just quest and shall see you arrive in the usurper's capital safely."
 

Aimi
(Standing E)

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Static Skills

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Personality Guide
Protective, aloof, curious, dumb, emotionally unstable

A loyal bodyguard built by Aimi; overzealous in protecting her. Occasionally displays wild mood swings, especially when her nature as a construct disturbs people. Wishes to become human, but hides this from Aimi.
  • Attentive Student​
  • 4x Minions [Kevin]​
  • 5x Minions [Emma]​
  • 5x Minions [Sue]​




Maxxob Maxxob Scoopy Catnip Scoopy Catnip
Asset goal: Upgrade Ryke Adventurer's Guild connection​


Subduing the world with magic constructs was an expensive endeavor. Someday, surely, there would come an inflection point at which Aimi herself would no longer need to involve herself in the pursuit of capital accumulation. Someday... but not today.

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"This would be unnecessary if you hadn't insisted on replacing the furniture," Aimi mentioned to Sue as the three entered the familiar guild. "It was still functional." She was starting to become a familiar face here, which made it only slightly less shocking when a small platoon of constructs clad in glass armor and weapons followed her in, one after another. Taking their position at the edge of the room, all fourteen of them lined up against the wall like an array of magic statues, filling the guild with a cacophony of whirring and low humming noises. Five of them stole frequent glances at Sue with cold, unsearchable blue eyes, paying special attention to the human they were modeled after.

"I'll ask the receptionist about finding the requests. With any luck, there will be several that we can complete in parallel. Stay with Sue and listen to her orders, Fencer. You have a tendency to make trouble." Aimi left her bodyguard with Sue, approaching the desk. Before she could even open her mouth to ask, the room was suddenly invaded by the pompous nobleman.

Aimi froze, eyes stuck on him. His attitude... his BMI... his wealth... they reminded her so much of the beloved administrators who'd created her so long ago. It took her a moment to realize she was smiling. Aimi corrected that quickly. She was here with purpose, not to reminisce about a world long gone.

"...wait, did he say each...!?"

Ignoring Sue's protests, Aimi raised her hand at once. "We'll do it! All agents, stand behind me. You two as well," she added, pointing to Sue (Human edition) and Fencer as her constructs lined up behind her to face the nobleman. Four lizardmen, five barrier mages, five "Sue"s, and Fencer. Plus herself and Sue, 17 high-value payments... oh, the potential~! Aimi suddenly regretted leaving her last Kevin behind to guard her workshop.
 
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Izuru
Mentions: Maxxob Maxxob Tau Tau
Standing Grade: B
Asset Goal: Ryke Adventurers Guild Rank +1

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Izuru's pleasant dreams about flying red panda beasts were disrupted once the door to the guild hall were abruptly slammed open. The dragonkin had a few too many Maestro-Fuels after his most recent adventure. Although one may not believe a table in the Adventurers Guild to be comfortable enough for a nap. It was certainly an upgrade from sleeping outside. Now the blissful sleep he had rightfully earned had been rudely interrupted by what appeared to be someones deranged uncle wearing a Hallows Eve costume. Taking a moment to actually LISTEN to whatever this idiot was saying. The foppish looking nobleman seemed to be offering an escort quest. Wheezing a little since his beauty sleep had been wrecked by such a moron. Izuru decided that if he was going to interact with stupid, he should at least be paid for it. Getting up from his table and dusting off his clothes. The dragonkin sauntered on over to the nobleman to see if he was actually as harmless as he looked. First he gave the guy a brief appraisal to see if he was hiding any secrets. His experience with appraising people usually resulted in the person being mildly amused. "Fair greetings Lord Bocchan. I have come to accept your quest given that your grace has need of expediency. The naked eye can see you are the picture of a nobleman" said Izuru, without a hint of sincerity.

After that he saw one of the other adventurers signing up for the escort quest. It was a girl, a girl with eyes like liquid glow worms and a legion of glassware automatons. Inwardly Izuru rubbed his hands together since he hadn't met many interesting women on his recents misadventures. Sliding on over like there were wheels attached to his boots. The dragonkin tossed his eye mask into a ripple in the air. "I must say Miss. You look like a million rykes. Any chance you'd wanna head back to my clubhouse in another dimension?" asked Izuru while rocking the fingerguns. Recently he'd picked up a book on Space-Time Magic which allowed him to create a small pocket dimension to store his stuff. He'd just finished redecorating the little house he'd made with some stained glass windows. Given how she seemed to be found of glass people, the stained glass may just be his way to her heart.

Actions:
1: Scrutinize Bocchan = Appraisal D + Investigation E
2: Lie to the Nobleman = Persuasion E + Deception E
3: Flirt with Aimi
 

Sue Watanabe

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(Originally hand-drawn, colored and edited with ai assistance)
-Standing grade: F
-Asset goal: Ryke Adventurers guild connection F



"Alright Fence, come on and give Charlie a pet. Come on, he won't bite. He likes a good petting."

This was the extent of Sue's "orders" to Fencer while Aimi went to check out reception. And that was indeed the name of her beloved fox pelt, and she'd be quick to correct anyone who'd tell her that a dead thing didn't deserve a name. After all, Emma was dead too, wasn't she? And she had a name, right? So what's the difference?

At first, it took her some getting used to, seeing 5 of herself. They were endearing in their own rights, but when she first saw the Sue bots, she wondered if she was having her mid-life crisis already. They seemed to look up to her, or that's what she figured, from the way they took turns putting eyes on her. She was sure that it was a sign that they viewed her as their parent, and not a sign that they were all planning to eliminate her so that they could take her place as the original Sue.

They were just too cute to do something like that, weren't they?



...weren't they?



Fast forward and Aimi was already accepting the mission to escort captain candy cane to the land of Oz. Scrambling to her feet, Sue stammered and made some stuttering noises as she walked over to the group and adjusted her glasses (fake glasses that she insisted made her look more like an educated pelt saleswoman) and tried to find words that didn't sound like excuses not to take the job.

"I'll have you know! This is! You! B-Baron - Lord - Broccoli-chan, Pompadoodle the second, of, Magnets, and so-forth and suchwise, what my esteemed and, forthright colleague means to say is,"

While Sue tried her best to hold back any notion of rejection towards the aristocrat, she was interrupted by a studly man with horns on his head who made his way over and stole Aimi's attention with a proposal to go to his private quarters and do whatever, Sue could imagine, he was inviting her to do at a private quarters! She became so flustered that her glasses fogged up and she backed into what... felt like a sturdy, yet fluffy wall.

She turned around, and looked up, to see the face of...

"Uh yeah, we'll take the job." She said plainly, while transfixed on the visage of Fenrir Hellsing, an equally studly, and professional looking wolf butler. Sue's countenance quickly went beet-red, and her glasses fogged up so much that she had to take them off. Just to get a better look at him. A better, longer look.

"Uh, yeah, uh, I-I'm Charlie. A-and this is my Human, Sue." She said to Fenrir.
 

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