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[Merciless Medic]

Marija​

Before Marija could respond to Tallen, she and the others were already being rushed into tents and having their wounds be tended to. Her face and hair were cleaned of blood and dirt, and she was put in a bed to sleep off her magic exhaustion. Once her face hit the pillow, she blacked out. The morning after came way too swift for her liking and she groaned when she came to. It was too early in the morning for this and she felt like she was having a hangover. The people making a commotion outside were all too loud, and someone had pulled her out of bed to get outside. Why?

She stumbled out of the tent and walked over to the noticeboard. She squeezed through until she got to the front, where she saw her name in the top five. It was comforting to know that she can live up to 30, granted that she's over that age now. She just shrugged and tried to go back to the tent to sleep, only to have another person yell at the group to go to the training grounds if they were on the list. She winced at the voice and groggily walked back to the tent and grabbed what she could of her things before making way to the training grounds.

Once she was there, it was practically hell. Why did the have to wake up so early in the morning for two months straight? She didn't mind the intense workout, and it felt nice to feel the burning and the pain and the exhaustion as she trained with a war hero. But at the same time, why couldn't they have done this later in the day? Like after high noon? Getting up just as the sun was crawling over the horizon was too early. Hell, any time before high noon was too early.

During those two months, Marija grew accustomed to this schedule of getting up early. While she didn't like waking up early, she was able to tolerate it now, even if her mood was rather sour until they could eat in one of their first breaks. But Marija's toleration of pain grew, and the control of her magic grew, as well. She figured that if she didn't have the muscle strength to save herself at least somewhat, she put most of her efforts in her physical strength. It was weird feeling buff. She could have sworn she wasn't able to bend her arms all the way to her shoulders by the elbow anymore, due to her biceps having grown. However, she wouldn't complain about the training itself (besides the early mornings). It felt nice to actually have someone train her for once, as the majority of her training beforehand were all self-taught (and the lessons weren't very good).

At the grueling end of the two month training hell, Marija was woken up in the early morning. Again. She groaned and gathered her armor and things, putting them on quickly and monotonously as if it were now ingrained in her psyche. Once she did that, she walked out for what she assumed was roll call with the lower ranked knights, only to see a blindfolded figure of what she assumed was the Goddess race standing before them. Though, she quickly realized that he seemed more human than anything else, so she put away her suspicions. When the blindfolded figure spoke, he said something about 'time off'.

FINALLY!!

She can go out to the market and enjoy the wares or go into the forest and contemplate on her life. Well, she learned as much that contemplating on her life was probably not the best decision, so she focused on her plans in the marketplace. Despite not having food and the sun having not crawled up to its zenith, Marija was in very high spirits. Marija bowed to the Goddess known as 'Saul' with her arm across her chest. "Thank you so much for allowing us to take a break. I'll make sure I have fun. Goodbye, Saul."

With that, Marija found her legs taking her rather abruptly to the marketplace, as if she had a hot date or something. She didn't much care if anyone followed her. She never really got to learn about them except for occasional training regimens, hearing them talk across the tables, and the initiation exam they had taken previously. She decided against learning about them for now, and just made her way to the marketplace, ignoring the screaming ache in her entire body from yesterday's training.

 

[Hanarei]

Cellica Scylatta​

The Past
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The dazed Cellica was only partially aware as she was lifted up and slung over Tallen's shoulder. Her mind was quite mush given the harsh connection and the big throbbing bump that was now there further reminding her of the collision. She could feel the shift in weight as her personal crossbow lifted another up. Her head kept turned down vaguely hearing the conversation between Tallen and the other woman though not really making much out in terms of details. Her senses were coming back to her though rather slowly though she was still rattled enough that trying to make heads and tails of anything was a rather difficult endeavor. Chances were it would be a bit before she could stumble her way around that day with at least some awareness and ability to control her body. Sure enough something that would occur later in the evening with a few minor wall collisions in her room trying to get a cup of water later on.

The Past + One Night Later​

A small peek still lingered on her head from her collision the other day still throbbing a bit. The blonde elf was still a bit 'out of it' from the head trauma though at the very least she was back to her senses enough to act and be her typical self with a small delay in reaction timing for anything. She glanced upon the list a bit confused why she wasn't up at rank one. Then again she should be even higher then that.

Ha, dumbos... I've lived over three 30s already, What kind of ranking system is that even suppose to be? I mean at 30 you are still just practically a little child. Those humans are a weird bunch setting their bars so low. Then again I guess the aren't so blessed to have elven blood like I am. It must be tough to be from such a weak clan! Still I do find them to be cuties and quite a bit fun! That and... huh 30? Wait what do you mean 30? Hmmph1 Clearly meant to be a joke! I mean place me up high or just fail me so I know to skip town really really quickly so I don't get tossed back in Jail! That's like... just an insult! Hmmph! That big dumb bully-tain clearly was trying to insult an elf! Jerk-tain!

The elf didn't say anything though the the fact her cheeks were puffed out and a small tinge of red lingering on them likely portrayed any sort of verbal reaction she could of given quite well. In truth it was likely more she felt some sort of insult for her clan rather then directly for herself. Even despite their general push to irrelevance in the world after such a long period of time since their glory days, elves were still instilled with a sense of superiority over the other clans, even if Cellica was considered a failure of her kin she was still prized for being an elf as little value as it meant for anyone else.

The Present Day​

Cellica had taken the two months rather...roughly. For one having lived off just drinking and being merry actually having to do work was rather unpleasant. They somehow made her time being trained by her kin look tame in comparison. She felt like an addict so craving another drink or just a night to relax and have a good time. Gosh, there were plenty of centuries you could take in order to train up why did they feel the need to compress it into a few months? So much tedium and dullness! It was to the point she felt if she even had a day off she was tempted to just sleep it off. What she didn't expect was suddenly being given the weekend off.

"Wait... an actual weekend? Oooo thank the elders! This darn place is too full of stiffs and a jerk-tain staring down upon us the whole time! Gosh is there a good place to go drinking? Some place with a bunch of not uptight people for once who are just about having a good time? Anything outside of here where we can have some fun for once!"

She spoke out her tone of voice coming off likely as expected. Even with the rough training she always found at the very least a little time to whine and complain about it. She had attempted to slack off on the rare occasion though that often quickly fell apart. Her eyes darted over noticing as Marija was quick to storm off not seeming to hesitate at all to escape. Perhaps a bit of a benefit to just heading out rather quickly after thanking their superior rather then whining a bit like she had chosen to do.

Her eyes shifted over looking at several of her fellow recruits pointing her fingers at them. A few seeming a bit hesitant in her gesture. To say she has caused a few... accidents during their time would be an understatement. She had accidentally caused a few explosions through their time training with several unfortunate injuries resulting from them. The training had helped her develop her magic a bit but it didn't change much in how unstable it could be, particularly when under the harsh stress of training.

"You.... perhaps you... any of y'all wanna go hang out and drink or what not together?"

She spoke her fingers pointing about eventually pointing to Cynthia, moving over to Camael, before shifting a bit more hesitantly over to Jamiah, before finally pausing and then pointing even more hesitantly at Tallen. Memories of the day two months ago still rather fresh in her mind like it was yesterday making her slightly more cautious about the two for different reasons. She knew at the very least Tallen had carried her and took care of her though it didn't quite change the fact she was used as a projectile. Though the bump itself was gone it felt as if the spot it had been still throbbed just thinking about it.

Mentioned: Sinny The Fool Solemn Jester AtlannianSpy animegirl20 Japanime Merciless Medic

 

[animegirl20]

Cynthia didn't have much memory of what happened after she passed out. It was all a blur. A couple of times she woke up but would end up just passing out again. She didn't really fully wake up until the next day and she was actually feeling pretty good her body felt like she had completely recovered from yesterday. As she was getting up she could hear a bunch of noises coming from outside. She quickly got up to see what all the commotion was. Everyone was gathered at the noticeboard. "Wait did they post who made it?" Cynthia sprinted over and squeezed her way to the front. Once she did her eyes scanned the list and they widen when she saw her name and that she was at at number 13. "I...I made it! I actually made it!!" Cynthia had big grin on her face excited to see she made it and heck number 13 wasn't so bad. She turned to look at once of the knights that was calling to the people who made it to come to the training grounds. Before she did she ran to go change into her training clothes then headed to the grounds ready to get started. Her grandfather warned her how hard it was going to be but boy this was mush worse then she imagined.

It's been two months now and boy was it tough. Cynthia of course managed to some how overexert herself a couple of times when the training they were doing was overexerting enough. Cynthia was always focused and did the best she could but she really wished she had more time to actually get to know the people she was training with. She knew names small chatter here and there but not enough to well really get know any of them. Cynthia woken up by staff as usual and got dressed and quickly headed out for training but to her surprise it wasn't the any of the usual knight's that greeted them. It was high rank one and.....there was something familiar about him she couldn't quite figure out why...though her mind didn't linger on that to long as she stood there a little surprised to here him say that they were going to be on break for the weekend. "Really?! Haha that's great! Not that I don't like training but boy could we all use a break." Cynthia said laughing. She looked around to see the other recruits quite pleased by this news as well. She didn't even know where to start. What would she even do with her time? A voice broke her thoughts as she turned to see the elf girl....what was her name? Cellica? She was asking everyone if they all wanted to head to town and well drink and hang out. Cynthia didn't really drink herself but going out to town with everyone sounded like it could be fun. Though she would like to change first. "Hmm That could be fun. What do you guys think?"

Interacting: Hanarei Sinny The Fool AtlannianSpy Japanime

 

[Merciless Medic]

Marija​

Marija was already nearing the marketplace, as it didn't take long, despite the uncomfortable ache in her legs. She had to sit down somewhere. Maybe for a drink or two before she set off looking for something. Well, she didn't know what it could be, and she wasn't so sure if she was going to find anything worth buying. Maybe a trip down to the mage's shop or whatever they called it here. Hundreds of push ups and running laps have melted her mind enough to not even remember what a simple mage's shop was actually called. An apothecary? She didn't remember nor did she know why she even tried caring to remember. Regardless, she found an open-faced vendor and it had stools. It was a simple little space for grilled meats and eating at your leisure. Taking a seat at a bar stool, they retrieved her order of a pale ale and six smoked chicken legs and a nicely grilled carrot the size of her forearm. She waited for her order to get done and lazily sipped at her bottle of ale while looking about, waiting for someone she recognized to come near and maybe she'll give them a wave. Or they'll come by themselves.

 

[AtlannianSpy]

Tallen
"A most gracious invitation Comrade Cellica," Tallen said, bobbing her head politely at the elf. Despite it being a day off, Tallen was still clad as usual in her distinctive, black plate armor and helment. "However regretfully I must decline as I have another goal in mind for today," Tallen hefted her scythe slightly as a gesture. "I intend to challenge our instructor to a rematch! Partially In order that I might redeem my house's dignity for my rather lacklustre performance some months ago and partly so that I might take full measure of the benefits of our training I shall once again face Sir Raykale upon the field of battle! Of course should anyone care to join me they are more than welcome to as well, but if not then please enjoy yourselves,"

With that out of the way Tallen waved a polite goodbye to the assembled recruits and then set off in search of Raykale. It only took some polite, if insisttent questioning of the other staff for Tallen to confirm the location of Raykale's isolated little hut.

"Excuse me Sir Raykale?" Tallen called questioningly, with a polite knock on the door of the hut accompanying her words "Sir Raykale are you free at all today?"

Hanarei Sinny The Fool Solemn Jester ] animegirl20 Japanime Merciless Medic​

 

[Sinny The Fool]

Diodas ‘Dead-Lance’ | ???? | “Menace” | Jouzan Azukay | Pocahmantis
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As the sun shone brightly above the small market town of Dwire, the last batch of recruits had finally stepped foot in town at the escort of Liones’ co-captain of training, Diodas. A man wore a smug smile on his face like a fine-fitted suit, renowned for his skill with a lance and his ‘Link’ magic. Out of the four recruits he was escorting to the encampment, two of them hailed from different lands outside of Britannia. The recruits were made up of a bald man who dresses ‘strangely’ and claims to hail from a prestigious Dojo of a distant land named Jouzan, an absurdly tall individual who spoke strangely with clothes made mostly from the pelts of animals called ‘Pocahmantis’ who was accompanied by a black furred wolf with a bag strapped to its back, and finally a short, small-stature individual covered head to toe in armor & chain-mail with a helmet that obscured the entirety of their face but allowed their pink hair to flow out from the back. The recruits took to calling them ‘Menace’ after the menacing aura they feel from being around them. Lastly was Morrigan, a fearless warrior who wielded two spears called ‘Chaos’ and ‘Order’. Morrigan may have not ranked as high as the previously mentioned names, but Diodas saw potential in her - and in silence he holds a little bias due to her choice of weapon: the spear. Something Diodas sees to being very similar to his own weapon of choice, the lance. The five of them together were all the personal choosing of Dio, who recruited each of them through one means or another and gathered them together to undergo a very similar ‘initiation’ to what the cast at Liones had received.

Reaching Dwire, the fatigue the recruits were all feeling began to set in after the third day of nothing but walking. Feets would be getting sore, and hearts weary as eyes were set on the town and the road that still laid ahead, even though they weren’t far now from the encampment at the rate they were going it would have still felt like an eternity. Diodas sensed this in everyone at some level or another, and as he set his eyes on the tavern sitting at the center of town, as usual couldn’t resist the temptation to stop by.
“Mmm, can anyone else smell that? Booze!!! Alright ladies! This is going to be our last stop before the encampment, we aren’t far now but this is the last chance y’all are gonna get to stock up so make it count! Knowing the capt’, he’s gonna keep ya busy enough you won’t have any time for shopping sprees for a while! Well? Chop chop my pupils! Y'all know where to find me once you’re done.” Diodas said gesturing toward the tavern with a half cocked-smile and made a b-line while the rest of the group separated to other parts of the town.​

Jouzan Azukay

“Out to go monster hunting? Home plagued by creatures of the night!? Or maybe you just wanna scare someone!! Look no further! We have what you need! Wares imported from the capital of monster slaying, Camelot! This is only a limited time offer folks, so come get it before it’s all out!!” The weapons peddler had been making this pitch for the last week, in tone he sounded confident but one look at his forced smile and the stress lines creased into his face set the seeds of doubt in the minds of anyone who passed by. The peddler was quite obviously down on his luck, but he felt like that was all about to change the moment he laid eyes on the bald head of what he presumed to be an unsuspecting tourist. His forced smile turned into a malicious grin as he rubbed his hands together and then stepped out onto the main road that ran through town.
“You there gentleman! You seem unfamiliar with these parts? Your look though, something about it seems sneaky...Deadly even! I’m sure someone like you would surely be interested in what I have to offer? I have a wide variety of weapons, tools and charms too! If you’re looking to hunt down some vampires that is..Heh...So whaddya say? Come come, I’m sure you have an eye for quality and quality is what I have!” The salesman said cheerily through his yellow teeth, barely giving the man any time before grasping their hand in his and dragging him over to his stall which sat underneath a half tattered purple & red tent with black swirly patterns all over. A long bench showcasing numerous weapons, small sizes ones on right and large ones on the left and behind where the peddler stood were crates packed to the brim of weapons.

Jouzan Azukay, a somewhat mysterious character most notable for his sparkling bald head. While the other recruits were likely hungry and, or tired: Jouzan still had the same pep in his step from the moment he started and had gone a full week without food or water; something he learned to do as part of his initial training back home at the Azukay Dojo. So far he was unimpressed by the Holy Knights and the training they’d received so far, from what he was told by his master before being sent here to Britannia to join them: the Holy Knights were supposed to be Britannia’s powerhouse equivalent to that of the Azukay Dojo. He had yet to see this, however he did recognize the vast potential each of the other recruits he was accompanying possessed. While the others took the free time to rest or restock on supplies, or in the case of Diodas overindulge in alcoholic beverages, Jouzan decided to instead use his time simply taking a walk around town. He took the main road, walking casually with both hands resting at the back of his head before out of nowhere the weapons peddler ran into him.

Before Jouzan could even process what was going on, the next thing he knew he was under the red & purple tent standing before a stall stocked with weapons: daggers, swords, maces, axes and shields of all shapes and sized were on display at the front then even more stocked in crates behind where the yellow-toothed clerk stood, who kept eager eyes on him the entire time. “So? So? What do you think sir?” The yellow-toothed clerk said but Jouzan remained silent for the time as he thought about it, ‘Well since I’m here I might as well give the man what he wants. Let’s see…’ he leaned down to begin properly perusing the goods on display. Silently humming to himself in an ambiguous manner with a finger to his lip “Hrmm...HRMMM, hrmm, hrmmm, HRMMM...mmm….HRRMMMM!!!” Jouzan nodded and shook his head at the same time, and he would continue doing this until a point the peddler wasn’t able to take the suspense any longer “PLEASE JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU ARE THINKING FOR THE LOVE OF -” the clerk stopped mid-sentence as Jouzan finally raised his glance up to meet his eyes, suddenly the clerk felt a cold shiver run down his spine.
“......”
A tumbleweed passed by in the background.
“......”
Jouzan looked back down at the weapon display, and the clerk’s jaw dropped as tears started tearing from his eyes
“ARE YOU GOING TO SAY ANYTHING!?!?!?”
“Hrrmmmm…” Jouzan lifted his finger from his lips and stood upright “The craftsmanship of these weapons are…” Jouzan left a short pause, and the clerk engaged closer to hear the end of that sentence “Yesss? Yess? Weapons are what? Deadly? Grand? The greatest weapons you’ve ever seen!?!” the peddler said in anticipation but Jouzan had a sudden dark expression come over him “UTTER GARBAGE!!!!” Jouzan announced in a triumphant tone with an accusing finger pointed at the peddler.
“WHAHAAA?A?A?!?!?!!! WHY I OUGHTTA!!! LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING YA LITTLE RUNT MY WARES ARE-” The pair of voices inside the red & purple tent would grow louder and less coherent as time passed on in an argument with no end in sight!
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Interactions - Nobody. Open to interaction.
Pocahmantis & ???

Pocahmantis stood at the only intersection of roads in the center of town, the main road that went through the center of town and two smaller opposing roads leading out of town. “Crossroads. Paths taken shape the fate of the vessel, each route a different end. Hasted movement of the vessel leaves risk to the soul, our chosen path will be finite, what is done cannot be undone, what will be - will be.” Pocahmantis said in a soft-toned voice while puffing smoke from his pipe, looking down to the wolf by his side that growled in response as if it was annoyed by what Pocahmantis was saying: it had black fur with glowing bright blue eyes, a scar on the side of its snout and was much larger than your average wolf with long, treacherous claws attached to its paws, a saddlebag sat on his back that was tied off by a rope. Pocahmantis gave a silently concerned look before looking back out to all the market stalls set up at either side of all roads, Pocahmantis was concerned that the others might neglect to buy the important things with all this stuff around, so Pocahmantis decided that he was going to spend whatever money he had left to make sure he got enough supplies to share between everyone. With the wolf accompanying his side, Pocahmantis surely wouldn’t have to worry about potential swindlers trying to take him for all he has - the only problem was that Pocahmantis couldn’t decide which path to take at these crossroads. “Fates change, destinies alter, spirits transform - choices are free but have to be made carefully, consequence of my decision may butterfly to disaster…” Pocahmantis continued rambling like this for a few minutes before the wolf by his nipped at his ankles then growled again, Pocahmantis seemed unfazed but it did get him to stop rambling on “Right, wisdom proceeds the little furry one, my vessel is settled now, my soul knows what must be done.” Pocahmantis said. Pocahmantis decided to continue forward, and the wolf at his side growled impatiently....

A short walk down the road later, the scent of freshly cooked meat filled the air and indulged their nostrils. The wolf by Pocahmantis’ side was the first to notice, moving his snout closer to the source of the scent, his pace would start to pick up as he took the lead. The scent taking the both of them to an open food stall by the side of the road. While the wolf accompanying Pocahmantis sat off to the side, glaring hungrily at the meat getting cooked, with the eyes of the chefs glaring back at him suspiciously. Pocahmantis approached the stall, there he noticed a particularly grim-looking girl drinking from a bottle on one of the stools. Through the hazy vision of Pocahmantis: she was accompanied by a terribly dark cloud that hung hung above her shoulders, ‘What tremendous burden', Pocahmantis thought to himself as he wondered what happened in her life that led to carrying that terrible cloud around with her. He was suddenly reminded of Menace, who carried a similar ‘cloud’ with them. “The winds of our spirit collide..” Pocahmantis said and bowed his head slightly, this was how he said ‘hello’. He then added “A dark passenger, your vessel carries, strong is it’s tide...But, perhaps your tide could be stronger also?” Pocahmantis spoke with certainty, then the vendor moved his suspicious gaze off of the wolf and to Pocahmantis and Marija “Hey mister. Plan on buying anything? That ‘pet’ of yours seems awful hungry.” the vendor said. Pocahmantis turned, saying “Aah! The winds of our spirits collide, tracks of my thoughts have led me to alternate destinations but I have brought my vessel back on course.” Pocahmantis said and bowed his head again, the vendor simply looked at him in astonished silence and unsure of what to say “Nourishment from the earthmother is what fuels the tides which guide our vessel’s course.” Pocahmantis said, reaching underneath the pelts he wore for a small pouch of gold coins which he then offered to the vendor. The vendor gazed at Pocahmantis unimpressed, but once he opened the pouch and looked inside his eyes widened and for a moment, you might have caught the money signs gleaming behind them “O-o-of course sir! Right away sir! Let me just get that for you right now sir!” the vendor said then began to madly scrounge through the stock he had out back. Meanwhile, while the vendor and Pocahmantis were distracted, the hungry wolf saw his opportunity…

Pocahmantis turned back to Marija once again, releasing a cloud of smoke from his nostrils that stunk up the whole meat-stall with whatever it was that Pocahmantis smoked. “The name of this vessel is Pocahmantis, I am Pocahmantis. This is the path I chose, the path you chose, our destinies are now intertwined, neither of us know where it will lead. Paradise? Purgatory?...” he blinked as if he lost track of what he was saying “What is the name given to your vessel?” Pocahmantis said, completely unaware that his wolf was hounding into the six pieces of chicken Marija had ordered earlier.
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Interactions - "Marija Adelaide Friedrich" ( Merciless Medic )
“Menace”
“.....” Menace scowled silently, alone.

The majority of the group broke off the moment Diodas proposed a short rest in town. Not wasting any time in going off on a shopping spree, moreso it also meant they would finally have an excuse to get as far away from Menace as possible. Menace didn’t say much, actually none of them, not even Diodas had ever heard them utter a single word during the entirety of their time spent together. Menace didn’t need to speak, however, for they spoke through their mere presence and actions alone. Throughout the time of their journey, everyone felt Menace’s penetrating gaze on them at some point or another but among all the individuals in their group - it was Morrigan who seemed to garner the most ‘attention’ from Menace throughout the trip.

When everyone left, Menace felt unsure of what to do with themselves. What they did know is that they wanted to stay out of the sun, Menace took the backstreets and alleyways which offered plenty of shade and cover from public eyes. Menace didn’t like to be looked at, but they seemed to not mind staring at others - even if it was without their knowledge. Menace would never use the word stalker, because Menace didn’t use words, after spending some time in the shade Menace decided there would be no harm in taking a peek at what the others were up to. The first place Menace popped by was the back window of the tavern Diodas entered, peering over the window-ciel just enough to spot Diodas at the front counter: a card-house stack of empty mugs piled up in front of him with two full mugs in each hand. He was balancing himself from the stool and the counter as he struck a triumphant pose and blundered loudly “Slaya of mons’ers! Brea-*hic*-ker of hurts...Sommitsommitsommit, da name Dead-Lance known far n’ wide! From this land, to that land!” he pointed in some random direction, Diodas seemed happy but the patrons around him were growing disgruntled. Menace was among them, growing quickly bored of Diodas’ drunken behaviour Menace decided it was time to move on and find the next person.

The next one she spotted, or rather heard was none other than Jouzan. Who ranked in first for their initiation, Menace didn’t like their bald head - too shiny...Hearing an argument between what Menace could safely presume was Jouzan and the merchant inside. Menace crouched down on all fours and shuffled closer to the back of the red & purple tent to listen in on what they were arguing about.
“You DARE disrespect the heroes of Camelot? The brave defenders against the force of evil!!?!! For shame! For shame I say!” a strange voice shouted.
“For shame? Nooo, for shame is what I say! Your craftsmen call these weapons fit for heroes? From where I come from, a craftsman has pride in their work!” Jouzan shouted.
“YOU INSULT OUR BLACKSMITHS NOW!?!” the strange voice retorted even louder than before, with the rest of what they were arguing about becoming so incoherent Menace couldn’t even begin to bother deciphering it. It was time to move onto the next.

The next person Menace spotted was Pocahmantis, off by a meat vendor talking to a stranger Menace hadn’t seen before. Pocahmantis was perhaps the only one of the recruits who was unfazed by Menace’s presence, or he was just really good at hiding it. Either way, it didn’t stop Menace from thinking there was something weird or off about him. From there, Menace also managed to spot the tail of ‘that wolf’, Menace scowled under their mask as they noticed the wolf was definitely doing something it shouldn’t be doing, 'Stupid dog'…Menace suddenly felt guilty for what they had just witnessed, so it was yet again time to move on to the last person - the one for whatever reason, peaked the interest of Menace most.

It took a bit longer, mostly because by now Menace had traveled long enough to get themselves a little lost in directions; even if the town wasn’t that big, it was enough to overwhelm Menace’s sense of direction after snooping in on what everyone else was doing. When Menace did finally spot Morrigan, they followed Morrigan around town, wherever she went, Menace would be around watching from the distant shadows. Hoping to not get spotted, but not being particularly sneaky or hidden either…..
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Interactions - "Morrigan Tal Fyr" ( Xcelgamer )

 

[Merciless Medic]

Marija​

Marija was busy eating up one of her chicken and drinking a bottle when a man had arrived. He just kind of stared at her for a bit, and the wolf that was by his side approached her. The wolf seemed to be practically drooling at the smell of the meat. Marija watched as the strange man greeted her in such an eccentric way that Marija almost thought that he was doing this to sound ‘mysterious’. She time to process what he said to her as the vendor asked if he needed anything.

The winds of our spirits collide? What wind? Spirits? Was he talking about souls? The winds of our souls collide? And my vessel carries a dark passenger? I’m not possessed, am I? My vessel – is he talking about my body? And tide? What is he talking about? If he’s like this, this is going to be one hell of a confusing conversation. She mulled over her thoughts about what he had said to her, just barely picking up what he was saying to the vendor as the man said his greeting. It just proved to confuse her more and the vendor wasn’t fairing better than she was. Then he was talking about ‘nourishment from the earthmother is what fuels the tides which guide our vessel’s course’. What the hell? From contextual clues, she was able to ascertain that ‘tides’ meant the strength of an individual. ‘A dark passenger’ was probably the burden of life she had to carry and ‘vessel’ meant bodies. She was still very confused by the greetings, though. Something about how they were fated see each other or something, which was something in the lines with her belief. ‘Nourishment from the earthmother’ was probably just a fancy way of saying food.

This prospection had distracted her from anything else the pelt-wearing man had done, not catching Pocahmantis paying for the food or the wolf eating her food. And when Pocahmantis talked to her again, it took her a second to get what he was talking about and squinting her eyes a little to lessen the sting of the smoke hitting her eyes. Though, her nose was not protected from the assault of whatever the hell he had been smoking and she let out a dry cough.

The ramblings he gave were rather confusing. While it was similar to her belief of fate and destiny and how everyone’s paths were determined by their actions and only a few events were set in place and were inevitable, this was probably the only similarity. Though, if he literally meant the actual places of paradise and purgatory, she wasn’t so sure if she can even make it to paradise and she definitely didn’t want to go to purgatory. She decided to be snarky, realizing too late that the man probably wouldn’t have caught on to her attitude or sarcasm. “Well, this vessel’s name is Marija.” She returned to her normal speech pattern, not sure if this ‘Pocahmantis’ will even understand her. “So, what brings you here? We quite obviously don’t see much of your kind here, much less of anyone with a similar speech pattern or belief structure. I mean, I have something similar, but I don’t think it is the same.”

Marija heard hungry snarfling from behind, as she had turned her back to her food. Looking over her shoulder, she saw the wolf had began eating her chicken. A part of her wanted to slap the dog away, but upon seeing the exquisite black fur and the glinting blue eyes of these majestic beast, she put away her gluttony for now. She was pretty full and was really going to stuff herself if she even tried to eat too much. She grabbed a piece of chicken from the plate and held it out to the wolf for him to take, making it obvious that she doesn’t see him as an intruder and is willing to give up her food for him.

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Cellica Scylatta​

Cellica grinned excitedly as the petite human girl seemed to be onboard, although taking the time to inquire to others about what they felt about it. Not quite the response she wanted given the lack of just being straight onboard but you take what you can get! She turned her head looking towards Tallen giving a bit of a pout in response. I mean she DID toss her into the danger before, not that she was really the type to hold grudges that well. It was just a very brief little moment in her otherwise quite long life. A little sour spot unwarranted of her vindication, not like the jerk captain had caused her. She waved her hand a bit dismissively at her.

"Come on now, a break is a break! You need to get that tushi of yours a rest otherwise all you are going to do is hurt yourself. As my great elven teacher Gylledhia says, 'one fixated on training and neglecting rest is sure to only hinder their abilities rather then succeed them'. I mean heck, how our training has been we probably would of been like... twice as strong if we were given time to relax more!"

She spoke the quote out, not quite 100% accurate. It also neglected the part that often came with a firm smack on her hand about slacking off far too much. Not a nessisary detail to include in trying to convince someone of what she had to say. No need to include the fine print.

"Just consider coming along. Heck, consider it... um... synergy training! No better way to learn to work together then to get to know each other! If that Jerk-captain was half competent sometimes maybe he would know that and at least let us bond together sometimes. Get to know each other and all that to find a common goal together. Get to drink a little each night... "

She spoke as a last ditch effort, her voice cutting down a bit more coming out as a low voice mumble at the last portion mentioned under her breath. She couldn't resist commenting a little about that after all even if she was trying to be a little sneaky about it even if it was completely unnecessary. The elf brushed her blonde locks back before slipping her hands up to stretch letting out a light gasp as if having stretched herself out preparing her for her type of 'training'. Giving Tallen a bit of time to wander off.

"Well then, anyone else who wants to come out for a nice fun evening and really cash in on this break, let's head out into town and show 'em what for! Whatever that human saying is.. close enough I say. Come on!"

She spoke excitedly beckoning the rest to come to what was sure (at least she hoped) to be a nice enjoyable evening of drinking and celebrating being free of training.

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Raykyle & Jamiah

-PRE TIME SKIP-
Bodies laid strewn across the training grounds, some scattered and others piled up on top of each other to form little hills. Everyone had fallen - everyone but Jamiah, only he seemed to be much taller and frame wider. Jamiah stood with his sword drawn and faced toward the terrible foe in front of him! It was Raykyle, but instead of the white uniform he usually wore it was now black. His hair was all messed up like a crazed scientist, his eyes filled with the glow of sadistic bloodlust and his lips curled into an evil grin. Daggers revolved around him all stained in blood, his right foot set upon a bruised and defeated Cremeshaw “HAHAHAHA, something caught your tongue daddy’s boy!?! What are you going to do!?” Raykyle called out, his evil grin growing wider as he applied pressure to the foot resting on Cremeshaw. Jamiah furrowed his brows, puffing his chest as he twirled his sword around faster than the eye could see until stopping it with the tip of his blade pointed up at the sky above. Then with all the air he stored up in his chest was released in a bellowing chant that rocked the very landscape around them “COME FORTH, GOD OF THUNDER! RAIJIN!!!!” the clouds parted above where the tip of his blade pointed, growing dark before coming together in a great whirlpool. The sky cracked and streaks of lightning struck through its seams down onto the training grounds, Raykyle suddenly looked worry as the ground below him begun to break apart, meanwhile from the center of the whirlpool something appeared: first were two giant claws of blue that reached out from the whirlpool and forcefully moving it apart so that the rest of its snake-like body could move through. It’s full size so large and magnificent it blocked out the sky, Jamiah with an expression of determination swung his sword down, and as if directed by the movement of Jamiah’s blade the beast of pure thunder moved with it - swooping down on Raykyle and taking him within its jaws, Jamiah swung his blade back up and the thunder dragon took to the sky - so high above it was impossible to make out their shapes before the sudden ‘BOOOOOOOOOMMM!!!’ that rocked the very foundations of the earth around him. A giant sphere of brilliant blue could be made out in the distance, like a star flickering for the last time. Suddenly, Jamiah was surrounded by strange and familiar faces crowding around him, parading him around the encampment while chanting his name. He found himself inside a great hall, filled with seemingly important knights gathered in rows before him and he was awarded with hundreds of medals. It became harder to make out faces, or understand what words they were saying but among the sea of strangers that kind of melded together, a silhouette of one stood out from the background. Their shape was indiscernible but their smile was plain to see “Wake up.” his words were like cold daggers in his ears, was he a friend? Foe? Or something else entirely? Everything changed around him in a moment and he was not allowed to think anymore. He appeared back on the training grounds, but this time he was back to his normal size and Raykyle was there, looking normal again too. The last thing Jamiah sees is his face plummeting toward that of a panicking elf girl.

“AAAAAAAHHHH!!!” Jamiah shot out from beneath his bedsheets, falling out from bed and landing head first into the ground “Oowwww!~” he rubbed frantically at his head and winced. ‘What was that dream about? That thing...Wait…’, Jamiah’s memory had just started coming back to him, images flashed through his mind, the more he remembered the more he wished he had gotten his head knocked around a little more: his face flushed red as the terrible realization came to him, ‘That...That was….My...First kiss…’ Jamiah sprung upright with both his hands squeezed against either side of his skull “AAAAAAHH!!! This can’t be! Please tell me this is just a horrible dream!!” he pinched himself and there was a short moment of silent “Nooo! It’s not a horrible dream!! There is no moving on from this, what will I do!?” The debilitating embarrassment made Jamiah all but forget the smiling silhouette in his dreams. Jamiah had an idea, a stupidly simple idea that had no logical chance of working in the long term, but he thought it nonetheless and he was somehow confident in being able to accomplish it. Smashing his fist down onto his palm “I know! I’ll just make sure she never sees me, ever again!” The way he spoke was very matter in fact in tone, his plan was to simply avoid Cecilla for the rest of his life. Then he felt a twitch in his ears, and a sudden chill crawled up his spine, ‘Uh oh..’, was the one passing thought Jamiah had as he slowly turned around to lock eyes with Cremeshaw; who was sitting down on his bed, watching him the whole time he was sleeping, and she didn’t look happy with him at all…”Uh..Mor- I mean good morning Cremes-” - “What did I tell you!?! If you had just listened to me you wouldn’t have been humiliated! And….And what were you thinking you idiot! You charged right at him, what did you expect to happen!!” from seemingly nowhere Cremeshaw through a bag at Jamiah with deadly precision, the bag swallowed Jamiah inside of it and Cremeshaw let out a disappointed sigh “Haven’t I taught you anything, Jamiah? If you aren’t stronger, then you have to be smarter! If you can’t do that, then run away!! What would I do if you went and got yourself killed? And another thing!!!” it went on like this for a few minutes until…

“Pwreesee erm swwruyy!!” (“Please I’m sorry!”) Jamiah couldn’t really speak from beneath the weight of the bag, which he could have lifted off if Cremeshaw’s lecture hadn’t totally destroyed his will to get up. There was a pause of silence, Cremeshaw had finally finished, and now that she had and he realized just how quiet it really was Jamiah finally thought to ask “Wait, where is everyone?” he looked around to find nobody else in their beds and Cremeshaw looked at him and said “Oh, right. You also slept in!! Everyone is already up, something important happening outside but I don’t know what cause I’ve been trying to wake you up this whole time!”. Jamiah wasted no time, he was already wearing his clothes from the day before, although now they were in partial tatters with burn marks covering the torso portion where he took the brunt of Cecilla’s attack, his hat was pretty much the same but was in good condition comparatively. Without a word he picked up his hat and pulled it onto his head then picked up his sword before marching off to find where everyone went, Cremeshaw followed in pursuit. It didn’t take long for Jamiah to spot out where everyone went to, as they were all gathered in one large crowd, it really struck him just how many people had gathered to become a part of this thing: it also made him very anxious. As he drew closer he began to overhear chatter of the ‘list on the notice-board!’ and everyone was huddled against each other trying to make their way further in, some even went as far as to intentionally topple over others to get through...To Jamiah, it looked comparative to a cub walking into a migrating herd of buffalo’s “*Gulp* A list? Oh right!!...Oh no…” he said sadly then looked to Cremeshaw who had just caught up with him “I have to see if my name is on the list Cremeshaw! But I don’t think I’m going to get far in there…” he said as he watched as people barged into each other “Think you can handle it?” he asked, already knowing the answer. Cremeshaw grinned and with a look of mischief said “Who do you think you’re talking to here? I’m not just a brilliant mind and cute face! I am also a master of stealth & disguise!! I’ll get a peek at that list in no time, and I’ll be back with the good news!” Cremeshaw was confident that Jamiah would be approved, despite a somewhat underwhelming performance on his part, she was positive that Raykyle saw potential in him after all, ‘Why else would he single him out for?’.

As promised, Cremeshaw smuggled herself in but it was not nearly as easy as she thought it to be, she had been stomped on and trampled across several times over in the process of reaching the notice-board. There, she read through every name waiting for ‘Jamiah’ to appear in the form of Raykyle’s sloppy handwriting but no matter how hard she looked she was unable to find it ‘Huh!? How is it not here!? Oh no! What am I going to tell him? Oh my poor Jamiah! Huh? Meatshield? What kind of horrible parents name’s their kid meatshield?’, she thought then panicked at an incoming boot and decided to leave before she got trampled on any further. She came out of the forest of feet with her head hung low, Jamiah’s heart sank to the bottom of his chest.

“I...I failed?”

As they were all instructed to do, Jamiah returned to the tent in silent defeat to pack his things: it appeared his journey was about to meet a preemptive end before it ever truly began. Cremeshaw was unable to say anything, simply watching him from a distance trying to conjure up some words of comforting wisdom but coming up short.

As Jamaih had finished packing his things a familiar voice called out from outside his tent. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!? I THOUGHT I ORDERED ALL THE RECRUITS TO GATHER UP AND PREPARE TO MOVE TO BASE!?" The irritated voice of Raykyle scolded from outside the tent as rock came flying through the tents flaps and hit Jamaih square in the forehead with a painful thud noise. “Oof! Owwww, where did that come from!?” Jamiah flopped onto the floor from the impact of the rock, all of his packed things exploded onto the floor along with him and Cremeshaw jumped back then dropped down to cover her head at the chance another projectile came shooting in “Who was that!?” Cremeshaw exclaimed, Jamiah started to get back up but used his bed as cover, he only allowed his eyes to level above the bed so he could see outside the tent “It’s you!? What was that for!? I am doing what I was ordered to do, I didn’t make it…” Jamiah said, and Cremeshaw confirmed “Yeah, I checked the list and his name wasn’t on it…” she said whilst nodding erratically, she was still expecting a rock to come hurtling toward her at any moment.

With that statement Raykyles leg came crashing down on Jamiahs head with a painful axe-kick. His foot pinning his head to the ground. "OH GREAT AM I GONNA HAVE TO TEACH THE BABY TO READ AS WELL AS FIGHT!? If you would actually check the list for yourself instead of having this vermin do it for you then you might have noticed!" Raykle said holding a copy of the recruits list up to face his finger pointing to the second from last name. "Meatshield! Right here! Now get ready to head to base, BEFORE I CHANGE MY MIND!" He warned stomping outside of the tent with a huff. Jamiah kicked around on the ground and tried to fight back utterly fruitlessly, he wasn’t even sure if Raykyle noticed that he was struggling, Cremeshaw also looked particularly ticked off - with half the mind to say something before Raykyle showed the list and pointed out what was supposedly Jamiah’s name, only according to Raykyle his name was now ‘Meatshield’. Jamiah also settled upon Raykyle pointing him out on the list - next to his name was a small stick-figure drawing of Raykyle holding what Jamiah assumed to be himself, as a shield. “So...I made it..?” he said under his breath, suddenly the pain in his head wasn’t so bad and before he realized it Raykyle was already storming out of the tent.

There was a moment of brief silence where Jamiah just laid there with stupid wide grin on his face, staring at Cremeshaw who stared back at him: both with the expressions of people who were totally confused by the situation. “Well you heard him!? You better hurry up and get going…” Cremeshaw pointed out before she went back to feeling insulted “Hrmph, vermin!? Me!? Someone oughta show that man some manners!” Cremeshaw puffed. Suddenly Raykyle popped back into the tent. "Oh one more thing. Since you ranked second to last you and your GIRLFRIEND will be paired up for training. Just to make sure you don't slack off. I can keep my eyes on the two of you. So don't try to sneak off to smooch lover boy." Raykyle taunted before disappearing out the tent once more. Cremeshaw panicked, leaping into the air “I SAID NOTHING!!!” she shouted preemptively as Raykyle reappeared, while Jamiah felt like he was going to die of embarrassment “I...b-but...Uhh..N…” he started to fumble over his words and his face turned a bright tomato red. Every fiber of him wanted to shout and scream ‘NOO, PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF-’ but he didn’t. Jamiah didn’t want to do anything that might threaten his standing with the Holy Knights, after going from failure to success, Jamiah was not prepared to go back to failure. So he simply hung his head down, and from under his breath uttered the terrifying words “Yes...Okay…”

The two hastily made their way back to the group of accepted recruits to begin their two months of arduous training under Raykyle.

-POST TIME SKIP-
Two months had passed, and to Jamiah it seemed like he spent all of that time doing nothing but routine training exercises. It might have felt like every day was the same, if it hadn’t been for the fact Jamiah was forced to train alongside Cecilla. Each moment of training were also moments spent grappling with his crippling embarrassment. He wouldn’t speak very often, anytime Cecilla might have tried to interact with him, he would simply fumble over his words or go on nonsensical ramblings about the weather. It made everything a lot more difficult for Jamiah; Cremeshaw was also forced to train alongside the other recruits, she wasn’t driven as hard but after two months went by she felt like she was now able to take on the whole world! Or just die on her feet - it was hard to tell which. Instead of the usual knight who would arrive to make sure everyone was ready for the day, it was another figure who dressed more like a priest or monk than an actual knight. It was Saul, who two months earlier revealed himself at the end of their first exercise, he had been hiding among the recruits but Jamiah was unconscious during his initial introduction so this was the first time he laid eyes on the man. Jamiah didn’t think a whole lot of him, he certainly didn’t seem as strong as Raykyle but on the upside, he at least looked to be much nicer; Cremeshaw was also approving of Saul. The weekend off was just what everyone needed, so Jamiah wasn’t alone in the more or less silent celebrations. Finally a day without crippling pain & embarrassment. Jamiah had good reason to want a day off to head into town too, his outfit was still all torn and battered but when he saw Cecilla express interest in heading to town, to which she invited some others (including himself), he avoided the question and hid behind the nearest body.

"A most gracious invitation Comrade Cellica," Tallen said, bobbing her head politely at the elf. Despite it being a day off, Tallen was still clad as usual in her distinctive, black plate armor and helment. "However regretfully I must decline as I have another goal in mind for today," Tallen hefted her scythe slightly as a gesture. "I intend to challenge our instructor to a rematch! Partially In order that I might redeem my house's dignity for my rather lacklustre performance some months ago and partly so that I might take full measure of the benefits of our training I shall once again face Sir Raykale upon the field of battle! Of course should anyone care to join me they are more than welcome to as well, but if not then please enjoy yourselves,"

“I’ll come!” Jamiah said instinctively, he instantly regretted his decision. Jamiah found Tallen somewhat intimidating: what with her being fully clad head-to-toe in black plated armor and the scythe she wielded, it contrasted strangely with the way she spoke. Cremeshaw felt similarly, only to a much further extreme and she was none too happy about Jamiah’s decision; she moved up onto his shoulder and whispered in his ear, afraid that Tallen might overhear what she was saying “What are you thinking!? We can’t go with her, alone...And do you not remember what happened last time you went against Raykyle...With everyone on your side!? I can’t believe that I am saying this but I think we’re better off taking Cecilla’s offer! Can’t you get over it already?” but Jamiah simply ignored her. His mind was already decided, he didn’t feel very confident in his chances against Raykyle a second time but if it meant he was able to avoid Cecilla for a day, he was more than willing to get himself knocked around again “I want a rematch with him too!” Jamiah said once more, he picked up his sheathed sword and threw the strap over his shoulder then tucked Cremeshaw under his hat then rushed out of the tent in pursuit of Tallen as fast as he could.

He stood by and watched while Tallen questioned several nearby staff for directions that eventually led them to Raykyle’s small hut beyond the encampment.

"Excuse me Sir Raykale?" Tallen called questioningly, with a polite knock on the door of the hut accompanying her words "Sir Raykale are you free at all today?"

Jamiah stood only a few steps behind Tallen, he watched the door with unblinking eyes in anticipation while Cremeshaw remained silently shaking from beneath his hat.

The little old shack didn't seem to respond. It was almost as if no one was there. Suddenly an eerie wind blew by, and the shack door creaked open revealing what appeared to be a dark room filled with medals, and all sorts of trophies and weapons, even a few pictures of what seemed to be a younger Raykyle with some unfamiliar individuals. Clearly holy knights, but they didn't seem all that high ranking. But no sign of the actual Captain himself. No matter where they looked he was nowhere to be found. It was odd that he wasn't at his shack given that whenever training wasn't going on he was almost always there plotting their next exercises. For someone who didn't seem all that enthusiastic about the project he sure seemed to enjoy coming up with gruelling ways to push the recruits. Some even thought maybe he was some kind of secret sadist. At least that was the rumour being whispered around camp until one-day Raykyle caught wind of these rumours, and almost killed the new generation with a day of what could only be described as ‘Training for Hell’.

Hesitantly, Jamiah took a few steps inside the shack - a cold chill running over him: subconsciously he knew this wasn’t a place he should be carelessly gandering, but Jamiah couldn’t help but find himself curious. Out of all Raykyle’s possessions, Jamiah had found himself most attracted to the pictures of him with other unfamiliar faces in armor and for the first time Jamiah dared to wonder what type of life Raykyle lived prior to taking on the role as their Captain, even more brazenly he dared to speculate whether or not Raykyle was once just like them. He approached the pictures, putting his face up close but not daring to make any form of contact with “Huh...You don’t think, no...You don’t think Raykyle was maybe as weak as we are once, do you?” Jamiah said curiously; it might’ve seemed like he was saying this toward Tallen but he was actually talking to Cremeshaw, who was too terrified at the potential prospect of getting caught by Raykyle to respond.

Before he could get a response from anyone else there was a menacing voice that seemed to answer first. Almost like a ghostly whisper calling out from the grave. "As weak as you? Nooo, that would imply you were ever on my level to begin with...NOW DIE!!!" With this, a hand suddenly grabbed Jamaih by the ankle revealing a rather exhausted looking Raykyle who seemed to have passed out under his desk. Even as tired as he seemed in his current state his grip was still insane, and before Jamaih knew what was happening he'd find himself once again being tossed at a fellow recruit. Raykyle mustered up the energy to stand and approached the two recruits at his shack door. "Now what are you two worms doing here? Didn't I give you the weekend off!? Damn Meatshield, you that big of a masochist that you just couldn't go without a daily beating!?" Raykyle threatened while raising a sleeve to show his surprisingly muscular arm.

Jamiah crashed into Tallen, then to the floor, then hand-sprung back up to his feet again. Though now he was standing up with a few additional bruises he didn’t have before, Jamiah had at least started getting used to the ‘disciplinary’ tactics of Raykyle. He rubbed the side of his cheek and said “I d-didn’t mea- I’m not- ...We came here because we wanted to challenge you to a rematch!! Tallen has to defend her family honor!! And I’ve gotta!...Gotta…” Jamiah started to lose himself to his doubts for a second and his eyes lowered to the ground “I’ve gotta show you what I can really do! I never even got the chance last time, but this time I’m pretty sure...” Jamiah said, then rose his head up to meet Raykyle’s intimidating gaze.

Raykyle held his glare for a moment, clearly annoyed by the intrusion. But after a moment of locking eyes with the recruit deemed meatshield he softened his gaze rubbing his temple in frustration. "Ok kid, I get that you got stuff you wanna do. But rushing things won't help any. Today is a break day, not just for you, but for me as well. So I don't have any intention of wasting my time knocking the two of you around on my day off. But…." He seemed to get an amusing thought as a smirk crawled to the corners of his mouth. "If you want to prove you aren't as weak as I think….then there is one person you can take on. I'll even sit and watch to make sure you're properly gauged by your skill. If you're interested follow me." He told them as he began walking away from his shack and towards the woods. He went deeper and deeper, not looking back until they made it to a small clearing filled with nothing but tree stumps, and an odd metallic box that was covered in chains resided in the centre. Raykyle nodded towards the container approaching it sluggish, still clearly tired. "Now I'm not saying this guys anywhere near MY level but he should be a good enough

test for you two. If you can survive his onslaught I'll bump you up a whole ten ranks. If you beat him, I'll bump you up 20, and if you die I'll send your remains back to whoever you have left in a little jar with a message reading ‘Hey at least they tried’." Raykyle said a taunting smirk on his tired face. Then before they could even reply he cut the chains and stepped back just as the metallic container’s door was blasted open and went flying towards the duo. Out stepped a boy who couldn't have been much older than Jamaih. He was covered in strange markings, a large metallic ball chained to his left ankle and he had pink hair. But oddest of all were his eyes. Which almost didn't seem human. "This! Is the reason I'm so tired. Was dealing with him all last night. Now you boys play nice, I'll be over here catching what little rest this short battle allots me." Raykyle informed them cheerfully as if he had just dropped off his kids at school and was wishing them well. He quickly took purchase on one of the nearby stumps, taking out a pillow and resting his head as he watched the fight begin. Without so much as a word, the prisoner appeared in front of the two recruits, quickly swiping at both their heads with enough force to rend the air. Just his pure presence was somehow overpowering. He oozed killing intent on a level they had never encountered before even from Raykyle. One thing was for sure about this man, whoever he was they couldn't afford to be careless.
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Tallen
-FAST!- Tallen barely had time to ready her weapon before their opponent had closed in to melee distance and was slashing at her face. Although Tallen was fully armoured and her opponent striking her with a bare hand Tallen's instincts screamed at her to block properly and she raised her scythe with two hands, shifting her weight forwards to absorb as much of the force from the strike as possible. Tallen's scythe spun in a wide vertical arc as she attempted to parry the blow aimed at her head with the weapon's blade and the one aimed at Jamiah with the reverse end of the shaft, using her vanguard ability to increase her agility as she tried to intercept both blows. Tallen wanted to leave her comrade free to counter attack if possible while she concentrated on defence.

Just who is this person? Tallen wondered, as she grit her teeth and tried to weather the attack she was under. Is he some kind of prisoner to be chained up like that? A criminal perhaps ? But why was he brought here? Questions flitted uneasily through Tallen's mind as she fought, but she forced them back down; she would likely need all her concentration focused on this fight if she wanted to even survive it, whoever this person was- whatever he was- there was no doubt in Tallen's mind he would happily kill the both of them if given the chance.

Well get in line! Tallen thought indignantly You're not the first person who wants to kill me and you wont be the last either!

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Pocahmantis & ???

This prospection had distracted her from anything else the pelt-wearing man had done, not catching Pocahmantis paying for the food or the wolf eating her food. And when Pocahmantis talked to her again, it took her a second to get what he was talking about and squinting her eyes a little to lessen the sting of the smoke hitting her eyes. Though, her nose was not protected from the assault of whatever the hell he had been smoking and she let out a dry cough.

The ramblings he gave were rather confusing. While it was similar to her belief of fate and destiny and how everyone’s paths were determined by their actions and only a few events were set in place and were inevitable, this was probably the only similarity. Though, if he literally meant the actual places of paradise and purgatory, she wasn’t so sure if she can even make it to paradise and she definitely didn’t want to go to purgatory. She decided to be snarky, realizing too late that the man probably wouldn’t have caught on to her attitude or sarcasm. “Well, this vessel’s name is Marija.” She returned to her normal speech pattern, not sure if this ‘Pocahmantis’ will even understand her. “So, what brings you here? We quite obviously don’t see much of your kind here, much less of anyone with a similar speech pattern or belief structure. I mean, I have something similar, but I don’t think it is the same.”

“Hhrrrmmmhhh, Marriiijaaaaaaaaah…” Pocahmantis said in a deep, long-winded way as if he were trying to ingrain it to memory; or something. Taking another draw from his pipe, he released another cloud of smoke and it became increasingly more difficult to see. Pocahmantis showed no signs of being receptive to Marija's blatant sarcasm, his expression remained mostly unchanged from that of somebody who was perpetually daydreaming, excepting a slight hint of confusion in his eyes as he pondered: 'Speech..Pattern? Belief..Structure? Enlightening...' these two concepts weren't something Pocahmantis was entirely familiar with "What leads any vessel? The currents, the winds and the stars - mine have led here, just as yours have....Crossing vessels, unfamiliar tides, dark passengers, unseen shapes...." Pocahmantis lost track again, his words no better than the inner ramblings of a madman, but soon enough he was back on track "Ah! tell me Mari-" his attention was suddenly broken by the odd sounds of something behind Marija, he plugged his ears with the tip of his index fingers "That noise.." he said suspect and opened his eyes to a squint.

Marija heard hungry snarfling from behind, as she had turned her back to her food. Looking over her shoulder, she saw the wolf had began eating her chicken. A part of her wanted to slap the dog away, but upon seeing the exquisite black fur and the glinting blue eyes of these majestic beast, she put away her gluttony for now. She was pretty full and was really going to stuff herself if she even tried to eat too much. She grabbed a piece of chicken from the plate and held it out to the wolf for him to take, making it obvious that she doesn’t see him as an intruder and is willing to give up her food for him.

The wolf froze as Marija set her gaze upon him. He stared back with a steely gaze and a growling stomach, and it seemed well aware that he was caught. The wolf carefully considered its options, first being to flee and the second to bite but before he made his decision he watched for Marija to make the first move. Cautious of each action or expression Marija gave, as she moved her hand outside of his vision he appeared ready to pounce - but the moment it came back into vision with a piece of chicken clutched between he fingers he backed down and begun to drool. Cautiously he moved forward, his eyes shifting back and forth between Marija and the piece of chicken and once he was in reach - he snatched it away and fled around the back corner in a one quick sequence of actions.
Pocahmantis let out a light sigh and looking off into empty space with a slight expression of disappointment in his face, otherwise he seemed fairly unfazed by it "Excuse the furry one.." he said and bowed his head in Marija's direction as a sign of appreciation "The vessel is not all of what it appears to be, no different from you, no different from I..." he said and per usual, lost track once more before suddenly jumping back to the line of questioning he was previously distracted from finishing "What is it you dream, Marija...?" he said with a peculiar weight behind his words.

Meanwhile...

The blue-eyed wolf quickly scoffed down the remainder of his 'winnings', but its stomach continued to growl for more: much more. Knowing it would be unwise to stick around this particular vendor any longer, and not to mention he wasn't sure if he could stand being forced to bare through any more of Pocahmantis' torturous ramblings he decided his best course of action was to sniff out all the food sources in the area. Then, he would be able to go around to each of them, snatching himself just enough to be somewhat satisfied once he was all done. While he had no problem stealing his food, he wasn't a particularly adept thief so by the second or third stall he would get caught once again by another patron. Only this time, the patron wasn't nearly so forgiving or generous. He'd have no trouble getting lose one, even two patrons or angry vendors trying to track him down. It was when those angry patrons or vendors started bringing in their friends to help track him down that it became increasingly difficult for him to find places to hide in what was a relatively small and humble town. Soon enough, a gathering mob of pitchforks and torches started marching around town in search of the furry thief.
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Interactions: Merciless Medic (The wolf is also open to interaction if anyone wants to help or stop the mob searching for him.)
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Tags: Xcelgamer & Anyone else who in coming or already in the Market town.

 

[animegirl20]

Cynthia glanced over at Tallen with slight interest when she said she was going to go have a rematch with Raykyle. Was that even allowed today considering it was everyones day off? She assumed that included him as well. Cynthia looked back towards Cellica. She did like the idea of heading to town but...she'd be lying if she said she wasn't curious to see this fight. After a few mins she finally decided. She then spoke up. "Actually I think I might follow them. I'm a bit curious to see the fight." Cynthia said with a laugh as she scratched the back of her head. She then turned around and headed after Tallen and Jamiah, who had decided to go. Once she finally caught up with them she stopped for a moment and looked back behind her. She was starting to wonder if should have gone with Cellica. They finally have a break and instead of relaxing she choose to watch a fight and possibly get dragged into it herself. Cynthia hid behind a tree she suddenly heard some yell out,

"NOW DIE!!!"

After a moment she realized it was coming from the shack and it was Raykyle voice......of course it was. Cynthia peeked from behind the tree and waited for the group to come out. When they finally came out Cynthia followed. They ended up at small clearing and there was a strange box covered in chains. The moment he cut the chains the door blasted open and went straight towards Tallen and Jamiah. Cynthia eyes widen at the sight of him. He couldn't be human right? What was up with those marking on his body? And his eyes? Cynthia kept hidden not wanting to get caught up in that. Maybe I should just head back......

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[Sinny The Fool]

Jamiah & Tallen VS The 'Tyrant Killer'

-FAST!- Tallen barely had time to ready her weapon before their opponent had closed in to melee distance and was slashing at her face. Although Tallen was fully armoured and her opponent striking her with a bare hand Tallen's instincts screamed at her to block properly and she raised her scythe with two hands, shifting her weight forwards to absorb as much of the force from the strike as possible. Tallen's scythe spun in a wide vertical arc as she attempted to parry the blow aimed at her head with the weapon's blade and the one aimed at Jamiah with the reverse end of the shaft, using her vanguard ability to increase her agility as she tried to intercept both blows. Tallen wanted to leave her comrade free to counter attack if possible while she concentrated on defence.

EEK! MOVE!! Jamiahs brain screamed to move but his bodily instincts froze still as the odd-eyed challenger appeared before them with his air-rendering attack: excreting a type of killing intent he’d never felt before, and Cremeshaw felt it too. 'C’mon you need to move!!' Jamiah panicked in that fraction of a second but just as his head (and Cremeshaw along with it) were about to get wiped from existence, Tallen had managed to save the both of them with her scythe. ‘Oohhh man this is embarrassing!’ It was this action that also helped Jamiah snap out of his ‘frozen’ state, and with the small window he had to make his next move, ‘Who even is this guy!? He doesn’t look so old, how’s he so strong? Whatever! I have to focus. FOCCUSS!!!!!!!’ his thoughts turned into a vocal scream “-OOCCUSSS!!!!” with a swift motion what appeared to be little more than a slip of paper inked with strange symbols appeared in his hand. Only on closer inspection did it become clear it was no ordinary piece of paper, it exuded a mysterious energy that seemed almost entirely independent of Jamiah’s own, ‘No more messing around!!’, as if possessed: he drew his blade from its sheath and held it in front of the small sheet of paper in his other hand “Fulfill your bargain!! Blizzardous winds!!” he shouted with an enchanted voice, the paper slip in his hand growing visibly smaller as the magic channeled through his sword was released in the form of a spiraling blast of cold/ice that froze over everything it made contact with in an instant and aimed directly at the challenger.

The mysterious prisoner let out a chuckle so menacing and deep it might as well have been a growl. His eyes never seemed to blink as his foes countered his attack. He just held his gaze, his eyes like the pits of hell staring into his opponents' souls. Who this man was didn't matter. What manner of creature he was. Tallens parry managed to fend off his initial attack but he immediately countered by dropping down onto all fours like a beast and using his lowered stance to kick Tallen with both his feet in some sort of handstand drop kick type of maneuver. Then he cartwheeled back putting his guard up as a cold burst of air hit him. The attack sent chills all through his body, and his limbs quickly went numb. It wasn't long before he was consumed by ice. Stuck standing in a defensive position, his actual features hidden behind the dark blue of the ice. It seemed the attack had proven completely effective, and for the moment the prisoner was completely immobile.

Cremeshaw crawled out from Jamiah’s head, looking back and forth at Jamiah and the frozen statue in speechless awe, ‘Did Jamiah do that?’. Jamiah stood shaken, but still and looked at the frozen statue of his opponent with a mix of surprise, fear but most of all a sense of satisfaction “Hahaha! Yes! How’s that for a ‘meatshield’ huh? Annnd you said you were having a hard time~ Wooh! Wasn't so hard for me, that felt great!” Jamiah lost himself in the moment and forgot himself with the things he was saying, nor did he take a moment to consider that this fight may not be so easily won. Cremeshaw, always knowing best kept her eyes sternly upon the frozen statue. Watching, waiting for any type of movement or signs of melting - she looked to Jamiah to say something but seeing as he was all wrapped up in his own personal glory she realized it’d be useless: ‘Some lessons have to be learned the hard way after all’. It was that moment she sniffed a scent of one of the other recruits nearby, she didn’t know which, but figured she would put herself to some kind of use by going to check it out.

While Jamiah continued to toot his own horn something was beginning to occur at the statue. The inhuman eyes of the frozen man seemed to glow as the ice encasing him began to crack, his intimidating figure silhouetted in the ice appearing even more fearsome. Suddenly his voice spoke over Jamiahs. "Wow it looks like you'll be fun to kill. Don't disappoint me now." He said his voice seeming to echo from all around Jamiah. Then within a fraction of a second the ice statue erupted sending shards of ice everywhere. With the ice acting as cover the man quickly took this chance to disappear leaping inhumanly far into the fair past the point of visual confirmation. Once he was he was high enough in the air just below the cloud line he cocked his fist back. His unflinching gaze seemed to scope out the land below him. "Ah sweet freedom. Might as well enjoy it while I can." With this moment of peaceful reelection the prisoner kicked his feet hard against the air causing the air behind him to disperse for a moment propelling him towards the ground as if he had just spring-boarded himself off a solid object. He rapidly approached the two recruits his arm still cocked back awaiting to make contact with anything. Meanwhile back on the ground. Raykyle was laying back on a picnic blanket catching some Z's even though he had promised to watch the fight. When Saul approached from behind. "So you decided to give the recruits another shot did you?" Saul observed noticing the battle going on in front of him. Although his expression was clearly troubled. "Yep." Raykyle casually replied. "Don't you think you should be keeping a closer eye on the battle? They are fighting the man known as the tyrant killer after all." Saul questioned, clearly aware of who the man was. "Nah they'll be fine. So long as they don't rile him up." Raykyle informed him his eyes still shut taking in all the rest they could get."So..let me ask you...what does he look like when he's riled up? Big crazy smile?" Saul asked. "Yup." Raykyle replied. "Menacing glowing eyes?" Saul questioned once more. "Uhuh…" Raykyle said again but less confident. "He...gets riled up rather easily doesn't he?" Saul noted as he watched the man hurtling towards the earth. "We should move." Raykyle suggested. "That seems like a good idea." Saul agreed and the two began running to safety, managing to escape the impact zone right as the odd-eyed man made contact with the earth: sending massive shock-waves throughout the landscape that made it ripple and break apart from the sheer force of impact.
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Jamiah’s Ticket Stock
“Magic Ticket: Blizzardous Winds” (2 Uses Remaining)
“Power Ticket: Minor Strength” (3 Remaining)
“Knowledge Ticket: The Swordsman” (1 Remaining) ​

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Mentions: animegirl20 (Cremeshaw is looking for Cynthia)
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[Hanarei]

Cellica Scylatta​

Cellica pouted as Cynthia seemed to change her mind looking on. The blonde elf lifting her finger up twirling one of her blonde locks seeming to show a good bit of disappointment. She had really hoped she would of had some company yet it seemed as if most had elected to stick behind. A rather dull way for things to play out at least in her mind. She lifted her hands back up craddling the back of her head against her hands looking on keeping the pout on her face.

"Fine fine...trying to burn yourselves out when you have plenty of life left to enjoy. No fun at all."

She spoke finally giving off a sigh. She turned her head waving with her hand as she ventured out. God how she could use a nice drink and some nice rest and relaxation to help ease her up. No familiar company which was a bit... sad. Not that she was that close with them but it still hurt a bit to be rejected in what might be one of the few times they could even get a chance to really get to know each other. Sure there would be plenty at the bar but it wasn't going to be anywhere near as rewarding for her. At least she could numb a bit of the aching and not have to worry about any sort of work.

The elf ventured out of the training camp heading directly into the town and what she hoped would be at least a nice relaxing night of drinking and being merry.

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[Merciless Medic]

Marija​

Marija watched Pocahmantis with a weird look. The way he said her name put a shiver in her spine. He really was weird and she had to screw her nose and shut her eyes tightly, coughing slightly as the smoke began to burn her eyes and nose. She decidedly ignored Pocahmantis' ramblings, unsure of what he was truly saying and didn't want to commit brain power in trying to figure it out. The wolf acted like how she thought a wild wolf would act, ducking out of sight to eat some food. Though, the fact that the wolf didn't come back for easy spoils meant that now the wolf was wandering around, probably hungry. She just hoped nothing came of it.

Back to Pocahmantis, she watched as there was a bit of disappointment in the man's face. She didn't know why that was. Was she not supposed to let the wolf eat her food? Or give up her own? Though, when he apologized for the wolf's actions, it seemed like he was more disappointed in the creature's tableside manners. Though, when Pocahmantis talked about how the wolf was fairly similar to him and her, she tilted her head in curiosity. "If he's not what he actually is, then what is he truly? Do you know?" He acted much like a wolf did, but if it was actually someone - someone she had to be wary about that still held intelligence beyond a wolf, just with the wolf's instincts - then she would like to know more about this creature. And then he asked her what she dreamed. Like her goal in life? What she wanted to achieve in her future sometime? She went with that in mind, the ale she had been drinking had made her more malleable to the man's talk and inflection.

"Well... I want to get stronger for obvious reasons. I want to impress my Goddess and hopefully change her mind about a few things in life. Maybe even appease her enough to get rid of this curse." She sighed heavily. She wasn't going to delve deeper on this subject though, especially when there was an entire mob outside- wait.

She turned her head to watch a few people armed with pitchforks and torches trying to find something. One of them said 'wolf'. Marija sighed deeply. "I think your furry friend has garnered a bit of unnecessary interest?"

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Mentions: None
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[animegirl20]

Cynthia decided to stay watched a little bit longer, she was to curious for her own good. She was impressed by Jamiah's attack but she thought that maybe he was celebrating a bit to soon. Though yes that guy was frozen there was no way it would be like that for long. Also she wasn't quite sure how he was going to react once he manage to crack that ice. "Ok now I'm really leaving." Cynthia turned to go but she stopped when she heard something from behind. She quickly tturn around to see.....a bunny?....Wait not just any bunny it was Jamiah's little friend. Cynthia picked her up immediately. "I know you your....uh....Cre....Creme? Creme? Is that it? Your so gosh darn cute!" Cynthia said giving her a squeeze. "By the way you are bunny aren't you? You certainly look like one." Cynthia said as she held Cremeshaw out in front and smiled brightly at her. Suddenly Cynthia felt the earth shake and she fell with Cremeshaw in her arms. Cynthia then quickly turned her head back to the fight to see what the heck had just happen.
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[Sinny The Fool]

Pocahmantis & ???
Pocahmantis took a quick moment to ponder, taking a few more puffs from his pipe with one hand while he picked at the stubble of his chin with another “Hmmm...Our vessels have been carried by the same tide for some time - but like you and me, can one truly know the other? Can one even truly know them-self?” he said with wandering eyes. As usual, he didn’t seem to offer many answers but if one was perceptive enough they may have been able to get a sense that Pocahmantis had been hiding something, or at the very least holding something back.

Pocahmantis listened to Marija intrigued, even if it wasn’t the answer he was looking for. Of course, it was understandable there was going to be a misunderstanding, rarely was there a time Pocahmantis encountered a Britannian (or otherwise) and held a conversation this long. Even the other recruits Pocahmantis traveled with had a hard time understanding him, but he had managed to get by understanding others for the most part. In that time he had heard of many gods, different and similar to the ones he was familiar with back home. He could admire Marija’s cause, yet at the same time he did not share it - he had already chosen his path long ago and with that his purpose. His only god now were dreams, his dreams but more importantly the dreams of others. What had caught his ear the most was her mention of the curse, in other words, the ‘dark passenger’ he had seen earlier, Pocahmantis could only presume it had been inflicted by her goddess - a fate he witnessed a great deal of his own fall victim to. He smiled a kindly smile that was only somewhat tainted by the smoke slowly oozing out through his teeth “A noble vessel, carrying a strong tide. A deep burden you’ve been given, perhaps too deep? ...But, spoke in riddles I did not - perhaps you are unready? Indeed, it seems you must be. Don’t worry - our tides have been intertwined, joined on the same course whether we wish it or not - when the time comes I will show you my meaning….” again the feeling that he had been holding away information on purpose may have arisen once more as he spoke, until “Hrm?” he looked passed Marija just as she began to turn hers around to see the people armed with torches and pitchforks in the pursuit of something.

Pocahmantis sighed back, in turn, rubbing the back of his neck and taking another extra puff from his pipe “If it appears to be, then it must be - reckless furry one…” he said, then before he started to take his first steps in pursuit of the wolf the vendor had returned with a sack of goods in hand “Sorry for the delay, sir! Wait, you weren’t just about to leave were ya? After leaving all that gold? You must be mad!” he said in a burst of nervous laughter while he handed over the goods “A-a-anyway...I’m uhh...We’re closed! Everyone out, we’re not serving anyone else today!!” he shouted and then turned around to say under his breath “After this, I won’t ever have to serve anybody again hehehehe…”. Pocahmantis smiled with closed eyes “Oh yes, how forgetful of I, the tracks of my mind was led astray.” he said taking the sack in hand, swung it over his shoulder then turned back to Marija and said “Time here draws to a close, the reckless furry one threatens to run our voyage off course. May your vessel sail true...Hrm? Unless...With our fates already intertwined, nothing can be done, feel that we should keep company a while longer I do. You decide, as we all do and must.” turning around Pocahmantis started walking after the wolf at a brisk pace.

How annoying! Would these people get tired already? Why did this town have to be so small? Were probably the kind of thoughts running through the black-maned wolf's head at the time as he was dashing from the back alley to street ways in an attempt to lose the pursuers on his tail. But no matter where he tried to lose them, he would soon realize that he had heavily underestimated the knowledge these people had of the town’s layout. This was bad, at this rate he was definitely going to slip and get caught, what could happen after he didn’t want to think about it. An imagination cloud in his mind saw his corpse being jabbed at with pitchforks and set alight with fire by the mob's torches as they laughed maniacally...The wolf ran into the center of town and dashed into the pub as a large mob of folk, much bigger now than when this whole ordeal began chased after him shouting ‘Thief!’, ‘Wolf!’ and ‘It went into the pub!’.
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Interactions: Merciless Medic

Diodas ‘Dead Lance’ (& Jouzan Azukay)
~A while before the wolf & mob arrives~
“Does he ever shut up?”, “Ugh apparently not..”, “When is he going to leave, surely he’s had enough already?”, “Someone oughta shut em’ up..”, “Damn right, I mean I am not one for violence but this guy’s just asking for it..”, “I don’t think he’s so bad..”, “Nobody cares what you think...Just stay here boys, I’mma give em’ a peace of my mind.” Whispers carried out throughout the pub as Diodas sat at the front bar with a wide toothy grin on his face, completely oblivious and nonchalant to the rising tension directed at him. He simply leaned uncomfortably far back on his stool with a mug of grog in either hand. The tower of mugs in front of him was much bigger now that the bartender had to keep his eye on Diodas from the far side of the bar, he also didn’t appear all too impressed with Diodas “Don’t ya think you’ve had enough for today mister?” the bartender asked but his tone was insisting, not that Diodas bothered to notice “Wha-*hic* in der werld....Aaaarrrr ya talkin’ bout!?! Ya n-*hic*-not hear me earlier? Dis…*hic* Dis is just me warmin’ up is all!” he said with slurred words and finished off both mugs at the same time before tossing them up into the air, the mugs spun, flipped, and fell down on the tower with gentle finesse and perfect precision. If Diodas hadn’t been such a belligerent the patrons of the bar might have been impressed by this feat, but instead they along with the bartender looked on with veins sticking out from their craniums. “Aright aright, dee great *hic* and resp-*hic*-able Dead Lance know...Knows when he ain’ wante!! Fair *hic*...WELL!!” he got up with a puffed chest and his arms extended out - unaware that he had the town's local ruffian approaching behind him with a vicious intention in his eyes. Unluckily for the ruffian, when he went to tap Diodas shoulder he had neglected to think about the elbows of Diodas that were sticking out “Hnguh!” - as Diodas turned around to face whoever tapped his shoulder he didn’t even realize or notice the ruffian go down with a hard thump to the ground “Hruh?” he blinked, but just as quickly knocked that man to the floor he had forgotten about the whole thing entirely. That was because his eyes had caught a glimpse of the next patron entering…

‘Did I really have too much? Am I really drunk to the point of illusion? Such a figure, such natural grace, such exoticity!~’ His eyes turned into pink hearts thumping in and out of his skull as he looked at the pointed-ear girl walk into the pub and without hesitation he made his move. Sweeping up in front of her, the stench of alcohol around him so thick it formed a tangible aura “Did yer fall-*hic*-fall from heaven? Cus’ you can fall on me!~ Hehehe..” he giggled and hiccuped a few more times then suddenly he turned very, very serious and looked like he was about to be sick “Oh no...That was-*hic*- was bad…Uh-oh..” a part of him almost seemed sober for a second then he dropped to his knees and fetched up pure grog on the floor in front of her feet as he continued “Er crap...Erm sowwy *hic* jerk...I’m a jerk! C’mon, bring it!” he wiped his mouth and stood up and spread his arms out wide saying ‘give it to me’ “Hit meh wit all yer got! Wun be hap-*hic*-py till ya do!! BRRRINNGG ITTT!!!” he shouted as he rocked back and forth on his feet.

As this all unfolded, something outside had also been unfolding. While Diodas was shouting ‘BRRRRINNNG ITTT!!’ a wolf leaped through the door, into the pub, jumping and ducking under tables as a gathering mob outside began to flood in - suddenly the whole pub turned into a chaotic mess of flying chairs, tables, and a whoooooleee lot of VERY pissed off people. It was enough to turn even Diodas sober “What...What the HELL IS GOING ON!?! Wait, is that YOU Jouzan!?!?” he looked to the open door leading outside and spotted in the gathered crowd outside Jouzan alongside the merchant he had been previously engaged in a heated argument with - and now they were suddenly buddied up, fully carried away alongside everyone else in the gathering mob to find the ‘thieving wolf’. Though now Jouzan also looked back rather confused, as he now just noticed who that ‘thieving wolf’ was “...It was you that stole from these people?!?! Have you no honor!?” Jouzan said and Diodas repeated once again “Are y’all going deaf or something? I said what the hell is going on here!? I was right in the middle of something important y’know!”
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[Merciless Medic]

Marija​

Marija, while kind of enjoying this deep conversation, was starting to get a little irritated with the vagueness and the 'answers' that weren't really answers to her questions. Still though, she didn't want to be fussy with him. Though, she felt as if the man had the answer, he just didn't want to explain. He had been forthright with her up to that question, even with his interesting quirky speech. She'll ask about that later. For right now they had a wolf to catch. Since the vendor was already closed, Marija decided to finish what was left of her ale and walk with Pocahmantis. The confusing sentences he said took her a moment to realize what he had meant partially. Why couldn't he just say he is leaving, need to get the wolf before he causes more trouble, and asking her to come along if she wanted to? She thought to herself as he rolled her shoulders, her back aching quite considerably. "I'll come with. You might need some help. I can create barriers to protect or prevent those from escaping, just as long as they don't bash it too hard. That should be helpful. Got anything useful to catch the wolf or at least move people out of the way to allow escape?"

She heard the townsfolk yelling the location of the wolf and she glared at the pub. "Oh no... There's not a good place for the wolf to leave the pub. Most pubs have a back way, but I doubt the staff would have the wolf leave that way." She turned to Pocahmantis once again. "Did you come by here with other people?"

Marija began flexing her hands to push her magic to her fingertips and back into her forearms, and then repeating the process. Her mind was starting to throb from the slight exertion after not having a decent enough rest, but the pipe smoke was oddly enough aiding in the lack of pain. Even if she felt a tad dizzy constantly breathing it in. After a while, she hardly smelled its strong scent. It actually felt rather calming to breathe it in. As they grew closer, she thought she heard someone scolding someone for having "no honor". Was that to the wolf or the to the mob? She would have considered the mob, but after getting the sense that the wolf might not actually be a wolf, she began to rethink this situation. "Does this normally happen?"

 

[AtlannianSpy]

Tallen
When the ice covering their opponent was shattered and he disappeared Tallen lost track of him and it was only when she was casting her gaze around and saw their instructors gazing up towards the sky that she thought to turn her eyes upwards, widening them with shock as she caught the mere speck in the sky that was their full sized opponent.

Night's embrace how does anyone jump that high? Tallen wondered uneasily, realising that inevitably his altitude meant that their enemy was going to come back down with a tremendous amount of force. Tallen briefly considered standing her ground. That was what her instincts and training as a Vindicea after all, and using the man's own momentum against him might actually be their only real chance of actually damaging an opponent of this calibre. Tallen immediately discarded this line of thinking when she spied Raykale and Saul standing up and actually running away. If Raykale decided he needed to move then Tallen assumed there was a reasonable chance she might actually be vaporised if she stuck around, for now discretion would have to be the better part of valor.

"We need to move!" Tallen advised the still celebrating Jamiah firmly, grabbing the back of his collar and dragging him along behind her in a mad dash for the edge of the clearing. The tree cover would be their best bet for avoiding and dampening the force of whatever was to come. "Can you do that spell again? If we can attack him while he's frozen we might be able to do some damage! But we'll need to create some kind of opening, I doubt he'll fall for the same trick again!"

Solemn Jester Sinny The Fool

 

[Hanarei]

Cellica Scylatta​

Cellica was practically bouncing in her step trying to push away any bit of her being upset about venturing alone. How she had wanted a bit of company but it seemed she had all but been left to her own devices. I mean, it wasn't as if they had that much time to interact with eachother during there training but it was enough to have some bonding time over a drink right? The blonde pouted a little bit briefly before shaking her head giving herself a thumbs up by the door to the bar completely oblivious to anything else going on. She had more important things in mind to be paying the slightest bit of attention as she came nearly bursting through the door.

Time to get a...

The elf blinked as she looked forward to see a rather drunk fellow, to be fair a rather handsome looking drunk man, seemingly speaking to her. The elf looking on a bit more confused then anything. She wasn't typically around people who were already so blasted, at least before she actually had some drinks as well. Before she could reply he was quick to apologize falling to the floor. God she wished she was half as drunk as him right now. Perhaps not as much of a mess as he was right now but to have that many spirits to be in such a ripe if overly enthusiastic mood. She watched as he spread his arms open wide asking for her to... hit him?

Is he that type of guy? I meaaaaan I could give him what he wants... I'm not one for not putting out a little... though maybe its not such a good idea to do 'that'. No no... can't go accidentaly blowing up th....

She gasped out nearly falling back herself not far from the door as she witnessed a wolf jump through the door dashing into the room down below the table. She turned hearing the drunk man speaking much more... coherently... then he was before. Her head turning to see what was going on as chaos erupted. The girl's eyes open wide as they seemed to shake. her nice 'peaceful' afternoon of drinking seemingly in part foiled by a sudden bout of chaos disrupting any sort of 'vacation' she might of had planned. How could the world be so cruel to poor her? She had been such a good girl lately! She deserved a nice relaxing night of booze and slacking off!

She glanced as someone new came in seeming to direct there attention to the drunk who had been 'flirting' (was that really what you could call it?) with her. The elf glancing back and forth. Why couldn't she at least have a drink... or two... or three before this kind of chaos happened! It would of made the situation a bit better. Her head turned seeing sight of that one girl from her training group Marija. The elf blinking pointing at her before scratching her temple looking at her.

"You here too.... Ooo! Welcome to... the pub? What is going on?" She spoke half heartedly the elf seeming to show a bit of her uneasy glancing back at the bar and the various bottles she could see sitting on the shelves knowing she wouldn't get to enjoy them at least for the immediate moment. Why couldn't she just be drinking now... whyyyyyyy!


Interacted: Sinny The Fool Merciless Medic

 

[Sinny The Fool]

Pocahmantis

Marija, while kind of enjoying this deep conversation, was starting to get a little irritated with the vagueness and the 'answers' that weren't really answers to her questions. Still though, she didn't want to be fussy with him. Though, she felt as if the man had the answer, he just didn't want to explain. He had been forthright with her up to that question, even with his interesting quirky speech. She'll ask about that later. For right now they had a wolf to catch. Since the vendor was already closed, Marija decided to finish what was left of her ale and walk with Pocahmantis. The confusing sentences he said took her a moment to realize what he had meant partially. Why couldn't he just say he is leaving, need to get the wolf before he causes more trouble, and asking her to come along if she wanted to? She thought to herself as he rolled her shoulders, her back aching quite considerably. "I'll come with. You might need some help. I can create barriers to protect or prevent those from escaping, just as long as they don't bash it too hard. That should be helpful. Got anything useful to catch the wolf or at least move people out of the way to allow escape?"

Pocahmantis swung around to face Marija, giving a smile and short bow while saying “Then upon the same tide we sail.”. Which was essentially Pocahmantis’ way of saying ‘thanks for tagging along’. When Marija explained her ability to create barriers and in turn asked if he had any potential skills or abilities useful for the situation, Pocahmantis scratched the scruff of his chin and took another long drag from his pipe, “Hmmm...No - forbidden - even now.” he said cryptically, his eyes wandered off for a few moments, then he came back around after another drag from his pipe “Barriers? May work, may not…To break the barriers between us all would be more...Fortunate.” Pocahmantis trailed off again and it may have become apparent at this point that it may have had something to do with whatever it was was he was smoking, smoke trailed from his mouth with each word and it started to fill the atmosphere around them: its scent was a peculiar smell that was neither pleasurable nor foul and induced a type of drowsy, nostalgic feeling that would remind one of those last moments before falling into slumber and getting whisked away into the realm of dreams.

“Barriers it shall be...Yet if we are to save them from themselves, we must hasten upon this tide! The furry one will only be ‘the hunted’ for so long, soon, it could be that hunts. The furry one cares not for the laws o- Huh??”

She heard the townsfolk yelling the location of the wolf and she glared at the pub. "Oh no... There's not a good place for the wolf to leave the pub. Most pubs have a back way, but I doubt the staff would have the wolf leave that way." She turned to Pocahmantis once again. "Did you come by here with other people?"

Pocahmantis swung around once again to face back at the ‘Babesbrew Pub’ at the centre of town to see the gathering crowd of disgruntled townsfolk growing larger by the moment and raising a storm. Some of them yelled ‘thief!’, others ‘wild wolf!’ and they started passing around pitchforks and torches. While the situation was growing quickly out of hand Pocahmantis remained seemingly unfazed, his demeanour perhaps suggesting that this sort of thing was a regular occurrence for him. “So it seems, but not everything is as it seems…” he said, likely to nothing but awkward silence, “Others? Oh! Yes...My and the furry one’s tides are entangled with that of three other vessels. This is the last stop before the...Rendezvous?” he said with little confidence, he then stood up straight and gave a half-hearted salute “The holly- No…’Holy’...Holy knight. That is what we are to be called soon...Now!” he made a shoo’ing hand gesture before beckoning Marija to follow him over to Babsebrew pub “If the tide is to remain unturned, we must set adrift!”

Marija began flexing her hands to push her magic to her fingertips and back into her forearms, and then repeating the process. Her mind was starting to throb from the slight exertion after not having a decent enough rest, but the pipe smoke was oddly enough aiding in the lack of pain. Even if she felt a tad dizzy constantly breathing it in. After a while, she hardly smelled its strong scent. It actually felt rather calming to breathe it in. As they grew closer, she thought she heard someone scolding someone for having "no honor". Was that to the wolf or the to the mob? She would have considered the mob, but after getting the sense that the wolf might not actually be a wolf, she began to rethink this situation. "Does this normally happen?"

Pocahmantis dropped his head a little bit as he responded "Only as much as tide carries the vessel..." which was just a fancy way of saying 'yes, this happens a lot'.

Interactions: Merciless Medic

Diodas 'Dead Lance - Jouzan Azukay - Shadowy Figure

“Git back ere’ ya little thieving mutt!”
“He’s over there!!” “No he’s back here!!”
“Eeeeiiiii!!! Dun let it bite me - dun let it bite meeee!!!”
“You dishonour us! You dishonour ME!!!” (< Jouzan)

In just a matter of minutes the interior of the pub turned into a chaotic landscape made up of upturned chairs, tables, spilt beverages, broken kitchenware and bodies of the unconscious strewn about the floor; the angry citizens from outside causing a lot of confusion for the drunken patrons inside, in the midst of the wolf eluding capture from merchants a bar brawl sparked between the patrons and other townsfolk flooding into the bar.

In the middle of all this chaos, Diodas' previous inquiry was left unanswered, his hands turned into clenched fists and a shadow came over his eyes that hid the popping veins appearing on his forehead “Screw it all then! Let’s rumble!!!” Diodas declared aloud before grabbing the nearest mug, checking whether or not there was any booze left, then pegging it at the easiest target in his line of sight. The sheer force of the throw caused the mug to shatter on the unlucky, unsuspecting patron and knocked him unconscious, “Time to cry uncle ya’ idiots!” Diodas appeared in an instant between another patron and a merchant in the middle of a brawl with his hands clasping firm behind their heads and cracked them together with just enough force to knock the both of them out. His sights were now locked on the wolf who acted as the catalyst of all this mess, he wanted answers and he wanted them quick, so he picked up one of the patrons he’d just knocked out by the ankle and hurled them across the pub. To any onlookers it might have looked like his toss was completely off, the body flew off in one direction but just as you would think it had missed the target the body looped itself around to redirect itself back at the target; the work of Diodas magic ability: ‘Link’, which allows him to form magical links between any desired target “Target Link!! I got ya, ya furry little scoundrel!” Diodas said with a puffed chest as he heard a high-pitched yelp. Meanwhile, he didn’t realize that a large group of shadow-faced individuals towered behind him, seething; the drinking buddies of the two men Diodas took out with a skull-crack. Diodas turned around with his expression in a contorted grimace, one eye narrowed onto the targets and the other wild and wide-eyed.
“Eeh!? What the hell do you ugly mugs want!? Can’t ya tell I’m in the middle of somethin here?!” Dioas barked
“We should be asking you that!!” one of the patrons cried, another voice pitched in “Yeah, we have never seen you here before! And them was our best drinkin buddies!” he agreed, and the biggest of the lot shoved his way through the front and centre “Enough of the chat! Let’s show 'em how we deal with troublemakers in this town!” he shouted, rolling up his sleeve while winding his arm back in preparation for a haymaker “Taaaake! Thi-HRUMPH!!!” the man was unable to finish his sentence before his head cocked back from a sudden impact coming from seemingly nowhere. The man swung back, slowly but surely, and hit the floorboards with a loud thud. Diodas stood with his fist raised in front of him, smoke trailing off from his knuckles as he cried out “Oh so you all wanna go!? Then let’s go!!” Diodas wasted no time in starting the knock-out fest and the more he knocked down, the more other patrons started taking notice and gathered to challenge him.

While Diodas was distracted and getting consumed by the ongoing brawls taking place inside the pub, the wolf who was stuck under the limp, battered and bruised body Diodas tossed at him. Squirming his way out, all the patrons and merchants looking for him were either too distracted getting into fights or trying to avoid them to notice him sneak off outside through the front door, on the way out he noticed the ominous figure of ‘Menace’ peering in through one of the side windows of the pub. Using all of the commotions to his advantage, the wolf managed to sneak out the front door and he took a snap turn around the corner. Menace was already gone, which was just fine by the wolf and he found a spot for him to lay down and lick his paws while waiting for Diodas to finish what he had started.

Back inside the pub the chaos rampaged on, the group surrounding Diodas was both growing smaller and larger by the second as each one he knocked down another two took their places with more still flooding in from the front door. One of those people just happened to be one of the other ‘new recruits’ for the next generation of holy knights: Jouzan Azukay, who stepped out from the flooding crowd to approach Cecilla. Jouzan had witnessed, from afar, the interaction between his esteemed captain Diodas and Cecilla; what he saw was his honourable superior being successfully tempted by a heathenous, pointy-eared succubus! And he saw it as his place to take up arms in defending his superiors honour by confronting Cecilla himself. He looked down on her with cold, untrusting eyes and pointed his finger accusingly at her with only a few inches separating the tip of his finger from Cecilla’s nose, “Shame befall you wench!! I know your vile magics, and they will not work on me like they did my superior!! Fess up heathen! So that we can begin this battle to the death and I can restore my superior's honor!!!”

At the same time as Jouzan accusing and challenging Cecilla with a fight to the death, Diodas had his hands full with the piling patrons coming to get served an ice-cold beverage of whoop-ass and he was enjoying himself. It started off with him being angry but after punching a few faces he started to have fun with the moment, “Hah yeah!! Come get it ya knuckleheads I’m barely getting started over here!”, he cried while throwing another one of the patrons over his back. Then suddenly the crowd in front of Diodas split as a chair came hurtling toward him “Eh!?” Diodas murmured unimpressed and karate-chopped the table in half, a burly and bearded man stood at the other end of the room at the end of the split crowd; it was the bartender slash owner of this pub, Dolan Babesbrew, and it wasn’t until Dolan stepped out from behind the bar that Diodas realized just how large this man was. In pure comparisons of size, Dolan made Diodas look like a mere boy.

“Ehh!? EEHH!? Look at what you did..” Dolan shouted above the rest of the hustle and bustle rampaging throughout the pub while gesturing toward his surroundings, “So you wanna cause trouble in my town, outsider? Then I’ll be the first to sort you out.” Dolan roared and with a single motion, he ripped off his apron and shirt, flexed the muscles in his arms then charged straight at Diodas like a raging bull...
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The mayhem continued to escalate as the bar owner Dolan and the Holy Knight co-captain engaged in a brawl of pure strength. Only a single lone figure in the corner of Babesbrew Pub remained untouched, and furthermore, unfazed from all this commotion. A figure disguised by a blanket of shadow, obscuring all but their peculiar sword that had the pointy end stuck into the floorboards: the sword had a silver crossguard and a long thin blade that extended out to be roughly the same length as the mystery figure wielding it.

The figure stood quiet and still, but watchful of everything that was going down inside the pub, like a reaper he stood and watched as though he was waiting to see which soul he’d be taking next upon his ferry into the afterlife...Scanning over the brawls taking place there was one in particular that the mystery figure had their gaze fixed upon it was a brawl between one mangy-looking individual and three other burly men going at it by the front window: the mangy man had been holding his own up until that point but after tossing one of the men through the front window the other two managed to wrestle one arm each and started barging the mangy man through the furniture before looping back around the window and tossing him outside. But just as the two remaining burly men turned their backs in search for the next brawl, the mangy man from outside popped back up from the ground seemingly unfazed and ready for more - that was until through that window he placed horrified eyes the shadowy figure in the corner who gazed back at him with a pitiless stare...The mangy man stood still for a brief moment, likely considering their best method of escape before bolting off out of sight.

It was then that the mystery figure stood up from his stool and took their leisurely time exiting the pub in pursuit of the mangy man.




Interactions: Hanarei & anyone else coming inside the pub

Cremeshaw

Ruffling through the brushes, Cremeshaw searched for the source of the scent she had caught onto earlier, she heard the sound of a few footsteps, and believed that they were coming from a small clearing just ahead of her and Cremeshaw thought it would be an amusing idea to jump out at her: Cremeshaw pounced up above the bushes shouting “I found youuu-uwhhaaaa!?!” her voice trailed off as she was picked up mid-air by Cynthia and squeezed “Hngaa!! I was caught!! Letmegoletmegoletmego!!” she kicked and punched helplessly at the empty space in front of her.

"I know you your....uh....Cre....Creme? Creme? Is that it? Your so gosh darn cute!" Cynthia said giving her a squeeze. "By the way you are bunny aren't you? You certainly look like one." Cynthia said as she held Cremeshaw out in front and smiled brightly at her. Suddenly Cynthia felt the earth shake and she fell with Cremeshaw in her arms. Cynthia then quickly turned her head back to the fight to see what the heck had just happen.

“Cuuuuute?” Cremeshaw giggled and her face flushed bright red “Why, oh, I suppose I am, aren’t I?” she said with puffed cheeks, falling into a temporary daydream where she was in a nice mansion filled with endless jewels and people holding her up, revering her as the most genius and adorable furballs of them all! But this wonderful daydream quickly turned into some sort of distorted nightmare as the word ‘Bunny’ pierced her perfect ears. BUNNNY!?!?!?!

Her puffy blushing cheeks suddenly turned red with rage and her smile morphing into chomping jaws of razor-teeth “WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I’M A BUNNY!?! Those things will cuddle up with anything that moves! I have much more class!! No, I am not a bunny! My kind are the most refined of all the furry creatures, and we are the smartest! Of course none quite as smart as I am, but...BUNNIES!!?! THERE IS N- - - Whaa!?! What’s wrong with the ground!?” as the earth began to start shaking and rumbling around them Cremeshaw’s mind instantly connected it with the ensuing fight between Jamiah, Tallen and that other odd-eyed boy “Oh no…” her demeanour suddenly shifted into that of terror as she felt that boys thirst for blood fill the air once again and she turned to Cynthia “You have to go help them! You have to help my Jamiah! He’s going to be in trouble if you don’t, so please?!” she cried.

Interactions: animegirl20

Jamiah & Tallen V.S 'Tyrant Killer' Zag

“Hiyaaahh!! Who's the meatshield now huh!? Oh ohhh, uuhh huhh~ Who’s the meatshield now?~” Jamiah got swept away from the realm of reality, celebrating his victory by hopping, spinning around and waving his sword up at the sky “Is this what winning is like!? Have I finally discovered what it tastes like to drink from the delicious fountain of victory!?!” he whispered blissfully to himself as he stared deep into the blue sky above, the space around him seemed like nothing but pure sunshine and rainbows colouring his successes completely blinding him to the fact that while he was doing all of this the cracks in his delusions started to show: quite literally…Whilst he was celebrating and getting whisked away into a daydream-like illusion, the ice sculpture that encaptured the odd-eyed boy cracked, split, then shattered apart allowing the odd-eyed boy a chance to leap up into the sky. Even as his undefeated opponent became but a speck in the sky, Jamiah remained encaptured in his delusion. That was until he felt a horrible chill of someone's bloodlust rush down his spine and he was wrenched, figuratively and literally, out from his delusions of victory by the back of his collar right before the odd-eyed boy made contact back with the ground, “Ooh yeah- wait - wha-aarghhh!?” as the ground started to ripple and break apart from the impact of the odd-eyed boys landing Tallen had pulled Jamiah away from potential death just in the knick of time.

"We need to move!" Tallen advised the still celebrating Jamiah firmly, grabbing the back of his collar and dragging him along behind her in a mad dash for the edge of the clearing. The tree cover would be their best bet for avoiding and dampening the force of whatever was to come.

“Ooow...My tushie...What the heck was that!?” he blurted as he sprung back up on his feet and petted off his behind, that is when he spotted the odd-eyed boy, free from his icy prison with an oozing bloodlust that almost seemed tangible. Jamiah’s eyes widened, and someone may have been able to hear the voice of a tiny person screaming inside of his chest. When Jamiah got the chance to look back at where they were standing, the earth caving in on one side while on the other chunks of earth protruded out from the ground with jagged edges.

"Can you do that spell again? If we can attack him while he's frozen we might be able to do some damage! But we'll need to create some kind of opening, I doubt he'll fall for the same trick again!"

“Uuh - oh! Yeah! Yeah I can but...Just - well...I can only do that again two more times but then…” his eyes trailed down to his feet for a second before shaking his head and looking back up to Tallen “That doesn’t matter! Two chances are all we’ll need because...Because I totally have a plan!” he shouted maybe a little too loud with a sort of false-confidence even a child would have a hard time falling for “Okay, maybe I don’t have a plan...I could try to use my lightning spell but, he’s too fast, I don’t think I’ll be able to hit him…” for a brief moment Jamiah’s eyes moved back to the silhouette of the odd-eye boy behind all the dust and debris with the thought in his mind, ‘How are we supposed to beat someone like him?’, he had all but forgotten that brief moment of victory. That is when Jamiah could hear a faint voice speak back in the recesses of his mind: ‘Here…’. The sound of invisible chimes played in the air around Jamiah as a peculiar sheet of paper manifested itself before him, on the backside of the sheet the word ‘QUEST’ had been inscribed with shimmering letters.

Jamiah’s eyes widened with excitement upon seeing the floating ‘ticket’ manifest in front of him, wiping it out from the air greedily and fixed his eyes onto the bold letters on the front page showing: SURVIVE! “Oh, that can’t be good - stupid thing!” he muttered under his breath, tucking the ticket underneath his garments before taking out a pair of new tickets, similar in shape with the same shimmering letters on the back but these ones had two new descriptions, one was ‘POWER’ and the other was ‘KNOWLEDGE’. Determination filled his eyes, and if it weren’t for the fact his clothes were in tatters and his hair sticking out in every direction in addition to having only just narrowly escaped almost certain death thanks to an ally, he may have actually looked cool at this moment. “Okay, now you just leave this to me! Hey you! Pre-pare yourself!” he cried and then, in the same enchanted voice from earlier when he unleashed his ‘Blizzardous Winds’ spell he called out “Fulfill your bargain! Minor strength & the swordsman!!” the tickets shrunk, excreting what looked to be magical blue sparks until finally dissipating into thin air. Jamiah’s muscles bulged and expanded in mass that filled out his clothing as he entered a new sword stance that was much more refined and with far fewer openings than before. Jamiah gripped the handle of his blade tightly and with intense eyes and cried “Let’s go!”

In one swift and refined motion, Jamiah sliced through the kicked-up dust caused by the odd-eyed boy’s ground-breaking attack, appearing before him with his blade slashing down from over his head. Slicing through the silhouette of the odd-eyed boy’s figure, Jamiah expected the sensation of steel cutting through flesh but instead felt his blade come to a sudden and hard halt, as though instead of slicing into flesh he was hitting the surface of solid stone. The impact pushed the obscuring dust apart, revealing the odd-eyed boy’s hand wrapped tightly around Jamiah’s blade. Jamiah’s eyes shot open, ‘But how!? I put everything I had into that, just how strong is he supposed to be!?’, he tried to pull his blade back but it wouldn’t budge “Just who are you!?” Jamiah asked. The odd-eyed boys smile stretched from ear to ear, even his eyes looked like they were grinning maliciously “Oh! I’m your executioner!“ with the sword clenched in his knuckles, he swung around with Jamiah in tow, tossing him overheard and slamming him into the ground “But you can just call me Zag!” he hollered in a hollow and sharp voice akin to that of a broken jack-in-the-box.

Jamiah lay on the ground desperately gasping to bring the air back into his lungs so he could cry out to Tallen “H-h-help!”

Collab by: Sinny The Fool & Solemn Jester
Interactions: AtlannianSpy
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Jamiah's strength stat increased by 1000. TIME REMAINING: 10 Minutes (ic) or 10 posts
Knowledge of the Swordsman. TIME REMAINING: 20 minutes (ic) or 20 posts

Jamiah's Ticket Stock
"Magic Ticket: Blizzardous Winds" - 2 uses remaining
"Power Ticket: Minor Strength" - 2 tickets remaining
"Knowledge Ticket: The Swordsman" - Used.

 

[Hanarei]

Cellica Scylatta​

Cellica's confusion towards the situation was safe to be said not in the least bit cured as it seemed any sort of reason had long since flown out the window. At the very least she could claim it wasn't her fault. Not that she caused problems like this a lot... often... at least not directly even if perhaps tangentially on occasion. Simply put as far as she was concerned her hands were washed clean from what was going on and her poor liver was lacking the liquid nourishment it craved. It didn't look like it was going to clear up anytime soon at this rate. Was there really no other place in town to drink? It couldn't hurt to just sneak out and find somewhere else at this point. Naturally her bad luck wasn't about to allow that to happen.

The elf glanced over as she heard a a voice and more importantly fingers pointing towards her directly to her nose. The girl blinked as she glanced at him. She heard his words glancing back and forth as if attempting to find out who he was talking about, despite how clear it was he was directing his ire at her. I mean it couldn't hurt to be hopeful someone else just so happened to be nearby that could be getting yelled at and the man's ability to point was about as stupid as his ability to throw accusations out. Perhaps having no hair on one's head also caused intelligent thoughts to leak out and only left the denser dumb ideas behind to work with? She let out a long drawn out sigh rolling her eyes.

"Come on now, first off I just got here. Second, he came all fake drunk hitting on me before I even had a chance to seduce him to get some free drinks out of him. Third, excuse me, someone of my beauty and from that of the most beautiful race in the lands wouldn't require said magic to make any man or woman fall for me. Forth, even if I thought someone like you had money for drinks... which I don't... it wouldn't change them fact your bald head makes you so aerodynamic that all the good looks failed to stick to you and left you with a case of the dumb and ugly. Fifth! Um..." She spoke stumbling for a second tapping her chin as she realized she hadn't really come up with a fifth point. A bit of a flounder on her part, probably the lack of alcohol's fault. She still nodded her head lifting her finger up pointedly towards him.

"...if you needed me to fess up to justify trying to kill me, then why the heck would I even do so you bald headed fart sniffer! Seriously did you get a haircut and they accidentally cut out most of your brain too? I'd almost feel bad for you if it wasn't the fact you accused a beautiful elf like me of doing such a thing." Cellica gave a dismissive shrug to him as she had only at that point caught sight of the large man ripping his shirt off as it seemed that Diodas fellow from before had gotten himself in more trouble. Her eyes caught sight of the Mangy man seeing a Mysterious figure following them out though for her she hadn't the slightest clue what it was about, outside the fact it seemed to her benefit to just leave for now and hope for someplace else she could find a drink... as hopeless as that seemed. The elf turning to try and shrug off the Jouzan who was annoying her.


Interacted: Sinny The Fool

 

[AtlannianSpy]

Tallen
Tallen dashed forwards along with Jamiah, hoping to find a window to launch a coordinated strike on their mutual foe. Tallen was amazed at the versatility of Jamiah's magic, as he managed to bring out some kind of strength and skill enhancing magic right after his ice attack, it did seem like there was some kind of troublesome aspect to the ability though Tallen noted, as Jamiah cursed at the ticket he had summoned himself. Unfortunately despite the flexibility of Jamiah's magic it seemed its raw strength was still lacking, as the strange boy identifying himself as "Zag" was able to easily catch Jamia's sword in mid swing and toss him around like a dog with a chew toy.

Tallen focused her magical energy into her Vanguard ability, releasing a burst of strength and speed to catch up with Jamiah and Zag. Tallen closed in and kept going, letting her momentum carry her past the two boys with her weapon trail behind her. As she passed Zag, Tallen angled the curved, scytheblade of her weapon over his neck, trying to hook her opponent and drag him backwards, away from Jamiah and ideally off his feet. WIthout a firm surface like the ground to push off of, Zag would be less able to utilize his superior raw strength Tallen reasoned.

"Jamiah!" Tallen called, hoping her comrade would get the message and try and freeze their foe, she wouldn't be able to hold him here for more than a moment, given how easily he had shurgged off Jamiah's enhanced strength earlier.

Sinny The Fool Solemn Jester

 

[animegirl20]

Cynthia could feel the bloodlust. She stood up thinking that now would be a really good time to get the heck out of there but before she could act on it the bun-Creme suddenly spoke up.

"You have to go help them! You have to help my Jamiah! He’s going to be in trouble if you don’t, so please?!”

Cynthia looked at the creature in her arms conflicted. "But....well...." Cynthia went quiet as she thought for a moment. That....whatever he is doesn't know she's there so she would have element of surprise on her side. It would be all a matter of knowing when to strike or protect, her barrier could be of use. "Alright I'll help." Cynthia said as she smiled at Creme. She put Creme down and then turned around to see what was happening. Actually a lot was happening and fast to. If she was going to do something she needed to act quick then again maybe this just wasn't the right moment. Cynthia watched as Jamiah had came now looking like he had suddenly grown more muscle. Was this some kind of strength spell? Well it didn't seem to have any affect. "How strong is he?! Heck what is he is the better the question." She watched as Jamiah was slammed into the ground. The moment Jamiah called for help Cynthia casted a barrier that appeared around him. Cynthia was still in the same spot with her arms stretched out. She watched as suddenly Tallen came running out with a burst of speed her curved blade now over Zag's neck. Tallen then yelled out to Jamiah. Did Tallen want him to cast a spell? Cynthia could disperse her barrier the moment the spell was casted.
Sinny The Fool Solemn Jester AtlannianSpy

 

[Sinny The Fool]

Jouzan Azukay, Diodas ‘Dead-Lance’ & Dolan Babesbrew

"Come on now, first off I just got here. Second, he came all fake drunk hitting on me before I even had a chance to seduce him to get some free drinks out of him. Third, excuse me, someone of my beauty and from that of the most beautiful race in the lands wouldn't require said magic to make any man or woman fall for me.

With his finger still pointed directly at the nose of Cecilla, Jouzan continued to give Cecilla a suspicious gaze from the top down but upon Cecilla finishing her third point the side of his lips twitched and he jumped in “Eh? He!? Come to you!? Impossible! Some pointy-eared trollop with no dignity like yourself could never capture my captain’s ire without some sort of bewitchment involved!” he huffed and gruffed with bulging veins in his neck and gleaming forehead, withdrawing his hand and folding his arms tight against his chest; completely unconvinced by Cecilla’s proclamations so far.

"Forth, even if I thought someone like you had money for drinks... which I don't... it wouldn't change them fact your bald head makes you so aerodynamic that all the good looks failed to stick to you and left you with a case of the dumb and ugly. Fifth! Um..."

Jouzan offered a smug smile at the mention of his shining bald head which was currently gleaming gloriously in the sunlight coming in from a nearby window, running his hand across his completely hairless scalp, “Oh, so you noticed my crown, did you!? Hah! Nice try but such classless attempts at flattery will never work on me, witch!” he said with a sneer, completely missing the intended insult to both his appearance and intelligence.

She spoke stumbling for a second tapping her chin as she realized she hadn't really come up with a fifth point. A bit of a flounder on her part, probably the lack of alcohol's fault. She still nodded her head lifting her finger up pointedly towards him.

"...if you needed me to fess up to justify trying to kill me, then why the heck would I even do so you bald headed fart sniffer! Seriously did you get a haircut and they accidentally cut out most of your brain too? I'd almost feel bad for you if it wasn't the fact you accused a beautiful elf like me of doing such a thing." Cellica gave a dismissive shrug to him as she had only at that point caught sight of the large man ripping his shirt off as it seemed that Diodas fellow from before had gotten himself in more trouble.

Cecilia raising up her finger and pointing at Jouzan triggered some kind of reactionary response inside that compelled him to snap back with his own pointing pose, and seemed insistent on being the more intense pointer “Didn’t I tell you flattery would not work!? Is there truly no end to your seducing ways!? I should have known that your ilk would never fess to their crimes! You truly have no honor!” Jouzan yelled proudly and was expecting some kind of reaction or fight to break out...He’d quickly find that neither of these things would happen, and as he stood there - a proud ninja of the Azukay Dojo, ready to fight honourably to the death he would find what occurred next ‘difficult’ to handle...

Her eyes caught sight of the Mangy man seeing a Mysterious figure following them out though for her she hadn't the slightest clue what it was about, outside the fact it seemed to her benefit to just leave for now and hope for someplace else she could find a drink... as hopeless as that seemed. The elf turning to try and shrug off the Jouzan who was annoying her.

Jouzan stood there for a few moments, as Cecilla left the bar and the door closed behind her, a foreboding shadow was cast over Jouzan’s eyes as he stared intensely at the floorboards: his pride had taken a severe blow. The veins in his neck and forehead started bulging again as the rampant thoughts ran through his mind:
‘No battle to the death? No bloodshed? Nothing at all!? Of all things she chose retreat...What cowardice..Evil...The masters were right...As if I’d let it happen!? As if I’d let that witch go just to bewitch more innocents like my captain!? I will not. I will not...I WILL NOT!’

“ALLLOOOOOWWWWW ITTT!!!!!” Jouzan cried in an explosion of energy before blasting off in pursuit of Cecilla: he shot out of the pub doors like he was ready to take off to the sky, but he stopped himself midway through to turn his sights onto Cecilla and shouting out to her “COOOWAAAAARDD!?! If you will not take the opportunity to relish in an honourable death like a true warrior! Then I will just have to deal with you like we, true ninja, deal with wild creatures!”. The instant his feet hit the ground, he pounced again, disappearing into a blur and reappearing behind Cecilla, locking her head in a hold with both arms “Submit fiend! Submit to your honorable death!”

While this was going down, the scene inside of Babesbrew pub started to undergo a shift as the fight between pub-owner Dolan and Diodas fight devolved into a mere battle of tuition as the two wailed on eachother one after the next. Their display of pure machismo beginning to draw in the attention and awe of the other bar patrons, before long forming a crowd around the two, cheering the both of them on.
“Heh, pretty good kid. Glad to see our tax money's not being wasted on weaklings. But you'll need to do better to put this old dog down." Dolan said blood dripping down from his nose, caused by the numerous strikes he already received from Diodas. He raised his hulking muscular arm and struck it down on Diodas so hard he found himself starring at the floor for a moment. He smirked and gestured for him to take his next shot.
Diodas stood his ground but with the sheer force of the impact, the wooden floorboards shattered and caused the concrete foundation below to concave but still, Diodas did not falter, and as he rose up he had a grin of pure excitement lined across his face “Save it, ya old sack! You still ain’t seen…” he rose his arm up, mimicking the same sort of movements as Dolan’s last strike, and brought his arm down with thunderous force “Nothin’!!!” Dolans massive form seemed to falter for a moment. He could feel his skull shaking with the force of that last punch. This kid was pretty damn good but Dolan was no pushover either. He stood back up and lifted his dukes up. "Hey I've taken harder hits in my hayday. Maybe you'da heard of me. Used ta call me Dolan the Decimator." He said grinning an ecstatic grin clearly having every bit as much fun as Diodas. He pulled back his fist and stepped one-foot pack, then with the strength of a giant stepped into his strike slamming fist first right into Diodas nose causing the air around them to tremble from the impact. Blood gushed out from Dio’s nose as his head rocked back and he took a few stumbling steps before finding his grounding, his smile faded into an emotionless line “Dolan...The Decimator..?” his voice was trembling either out of fear, or perhaps excitement? “You mean, the man who took out the mountain bandits of Briarbard? Who fought through the Slaughtergate Collesseum and took the head of the Beheader?! That Dolan the Decimator?” Diodas lips curled up in a smug grin “Oh you almost had me there! There is no way in livin’ hell you’re him! He’s a living legend! If you were him, then I wouldn’t still be here standing!” Diodas started winding up a punch with all of his intent to end this right here and now behind it “Okay then let’s see! If you really are the legendary Dolan, then this punch shouldn’t kill you at all! But if you’re just full of crap, then at least it will be over quickly! No more chances!” as soon as Diodas started on the word ‘chance’ his fist moved like a blur moving that created a whip-snapping sound as he struck.

"Heh, well them are some big words coming from a Lil boy. Hope you can back'em up cuz I'm the genuine article." He warned gritting his teeth and stretching his arm back behind him in a wide arc. His muscles seemed to bulge more and the intensity between the two seemed to heat up the whole room. Truly this was a brawl between the manliest of knucklehead fighters. Two men who had faced down death in an arena and punched its lights out. Now they stood before one another trading blows and as their fist came flying one another each making contact with its target they starred on another down still growling and smirking at one another."Not….half bad...kid." Dolan praised Diodas' strength. “So..You really - are - ugh! - him…” Diodas said with a wide smile on his face and his eyes rolling to the back of his skull as he slowly but surely fell down beside Dolan. Both of them hitting the destroyed wooden floorboards with a triumphant thud as this battle between men drew to a close and the gathered crowd burst in loud cheers for both sides.
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