Fantasy Tales of Raeligard

[Reinhardt]

GUIDELINES​

Participants are expected to know and follow the forum rules. They are also expected to avoid stepping into the territory of RPing taboos such as god-modding, metagaming, and the like.

Only those who have gotten their characters approved may post in this thread.

Participants are expected to have a posting frequency of once a week at the minimum. More frequent posting, is more than welcome, of course. They are also expected to exhibit an acceptable degree of literacy - to exercise proper grammar and spelling in their posts. At the very least, posts should have a paragraph consisting of four to five sentences with reliable readability. One-liners will not be tolerated.

Participants are generally recommended to avoid being inactive. Inactive participants will be given a warning, and continuous inactivity will warrant their removal.

In the event that the participant cannot avoid inactivity, they must notify the group via the OOC. Failure to do so will consider them to have dropped out and warrant removal.

Participants are given sufficient creative freedom to create and control minor NPCs, as well as locations and other supplements for an enhanced RPing experience. These player-created supplements must remain coherent to the established lore, and must not carry significant weight to how the setting works. When in doubt, consult the GMs.

Posts must include the character's name and their current location to avoid confusion. If the character is interacting with another character, they must tag the participant controlling the said character.

Any violation of these guidelines will warrant the removal of the post. There will be no warning.

CHRACTER PROGRESSION​

As reiterated several times, the RP will be taking a zero-to-hero approach regarding character progression. This will be tackled through a reward system, wherein the growth of characters are tied directly to finsihing quests and completing objectives.

When the specified conditions are met, the participants will be notified via the OOC regarding the aforementioned rewards and their respective translation towards character progression. Any form of character growth that doesn't necessitate this approach must first be discussed with and approved by the GMs.

The currency of the setting will not play a factor in this regard and will be mainly used for narrative purposes.

Any unauthorized action towards character progression will warrant a warning and intervention from the GMs. Multiple cases will result to the participant being removed from the roleplay.

 

[AnonyMouse]

QUEST 0: WELCOME TO TYLSENCongratulations, adventurer! Though you come from far and wide, all roads converge upon the beautiful city of Tylsen... umm, metaphorically, that is. Upon completion of your recruitment test, the Kriegslowen who inducted you into this illustrious guild sent a letter of introduction to the Tylsen guild hall, where many a future hero got their start. You have been instructed to present yourselves there for an official welcoming ceremony, where you will receive your crest and arcanizer, marking you as a bonafide Kriegslowen. This is where your journey truly begins, adventurer! What will you find there? Who will you meet? Are you ready?

Location: Tylsen
Time: 10:00AM

Thin clouds drifted lazily across the pale blue Verattian sky. A midsummer sun shone through Tylsen’s eclectic assortment of shingled rooftops and woodwork, casting a warm glow on the well-worn cobblestone streets between them. A city of commerce and trade, Tylsen both existed at and was defined by its crossroads, where coin and culture, old and new, intermingled. It was a city known by many, but home to relatively few.

An ancient spire stood at its heart, stretching toward the heavens. Some said it was a wizard’s tower eons ago. Some say it was the steeple of a great temple, erected to honor gods long forgotten. It stood as a landmark for travelers from far and wide, like a landlocked lighthouse surrounded by a sea of rolling plains and gentle hills. These days, its weathered stones supported a more recent addition: a massive clock face, a symbol of Raeligard’s transition into a new age. Ten chimes of its bells announced the hour.

“Right on time,” Vivienne remarked as she shut the door to her humble residence, a small farm on the outskirts of Tylsen, close enough to walk into town, but far from the pressing crowds and suffocating pressure of civilization. From here, the clocktower’s hourly proclamations were little more than a distant melody, barely audible over the chirping of birds and the sounds of her cows and goats eagerly munching grass.

Viv’s sanctuary was a place of quiet meditation and study. Many an adventurer had gotten their start here. Their bolts and arrows had pierced her targets. Their boots had trampled her sparring circle. Their blows had rocked her wooden dummies. And, for those who didn’t make it, their flowers rest eternally in the shade of a large oak tree, as a reminder.

There were a lot of flowers.

As she trotted toward the city, Vivienne waved to the 10 o’clock landferry headed in the opposite direction, right on schedule. Its driver briefly removed his hat and respectfully nodded to the passing centaur as he guided his horseless carriage away from Tylsen, probably bound for the capital. Its large steel wheels ground the hard-packed earth, slowly building speed as it lumbered along, rattling and clanking as its mechanical innards converted magic into motion by means she couldn’t even begin to fathom. While it wasn’t the most comfortable ride, there was no doubting this was the future of transportation and would only get better with time.

As expected, Tylsen’s streets were a hub of activity. Many voices, sounds, and smells intermingled. As Viv strolled past the landferry station and stables and down main street into the city proper, the rhythmic clopping of her hooves was drowned out by the sounds of people haggling over prices, merchants harking their wares, and children laughing and playing as they darted amongst the booths. The scent of fresh bread wafted from open doors and windows, luring customers inside. The steady clang of a blacksmith’s hammer could faintly be heard. A passing cart carrying a mountain of crates to the one of the many warehouses and shipping companies made the ground tremble beneath its mass.

At last, Vivienne arrived at the guild hall, a place easily overlooked by those who did not know its significance. A three-story building of sooty redwood and ashen stonework, perched on a corner at the town square, where Tylsen’s iconic crossroads meet. Its tall, narrow windows were illustrated with stained glass portraits of ancient heroes and legends. A painted rendition of the Kriegslowe crest was mounted high upon the wall.

Viv entered the main hall, tilting her head slightly so her massive horns would clear the frame. Inside was a wide atrium, leading to a large receptionist’s desk, flanked by a staircase on either side. To one side, these stairs curved to the upper floors, where the guild offices and residential spaces were located. A balcony overlooked the entryway. On the other side, they curved downward, to the guild’s library, record archives, and vaults.

Unfortunately, Viv found the room entirely empty, except for one man, Arien, standing behind the desk, looking rather bored. After twenty years of service, she was used to this by now and it didn’t dampen her mood at all. Today was Orientation Day, after all, a day when many veteran adventurers made themselves scarce. Maybe they were shy. Maybe they didn’t want to take on a mentorship role. Or maybe they just didn’t like the idea of these bright-eyed young upstarts tugging at their coat tails, asking questions, and eagerly seeking guidance and companionship.

Fortunately, Viv wanted all of those things and was definitely not shy about it.

“Helloooo! Good morning, Mr. Bermille! How are you?” she said to the only person present. She had the powerful voice of someone used to barking out orders… but also the gentle, patient tone of someone who won’t mind at all if those orders are questioned or outright disobeyed. In fact, that would be a teachable moment.

Viv removed her coat and draped it on a rack by the door, but still wore a pale cloak, a shawl, and Goddess-only-knows how many more layers beneath it, as well as a pair of ornate kite shields affixed to her flanks, and a gratuitously oversized ceremonial greatsword across her back. That, and the golden trinkets and silk ribbons dangling from her horns, were about as close as Viv ever came to looking "fancy." Centaurs don't exacty have ball gowns and tuxedos.

“Ohhhhh, I can’t wait to meet them!” she squealed with excitement and clapped her hands before revealing a unnaturally large wicker basket from beneath the tailor’s shop she was wearing. “I brought cookies! Gingerbread, sugar, oatmeal, and chocolate chip. Something for everyone!" she declared as she casually placed the frighteningly heavy basket on his desk. "Try one, Ari, you’ll love it! Has anyone shown up yet? I know it’s not noon yet, but-” she squealed again, lost in her own self-induced joy, then took a deep breath, composed herself, and continued in a slightly calmer tone, though it was clear she was barely containing her excitement and might abduct Arien from behind the desk at any moment and smother him in a hug. It wouldn't be the first time.

“Ahem… sorry, but you know how much I look forward to these, dear," Viv said. "It's been too long. Anyway, where’s Kaira? She should be here for this. And Cephilia, too. We need snacks! Have the floors been swept? Mopped? Polished!? It's so dark... we need candles. Gift baskets, perhaps?” She continued muttering to herself, showing little sign of stopping any time soon.

 

[Reinhardt]

Kaira Zalketh​

Location: Kriegslöwe Guildhall, Tylsen​

The door to the Guildmaster's office opened with a slight creak as a white-haired woman exited its premises, casually carrying a sizeable sword by the strap of its sheath on one hand, and a small bag on the other. A resounding thud came from the said office as its doors were closed, prompted by a backward kick from the same woman before she began to tread on the guildhall's freshly polished floors.

Though her steps didn't carry much weight to be obnoxiously loud, the current silence that was eminent in the guildhall's premises provided enough room for the noises of her movement to be clearly heard from afar - the subtle, yet recognizable clanking of the weapon she carried as it shook from every step, the slight taps from her soles, and even the gentle billowing of her clothes. These sounds only became more apparent as the figure came down the curved stairs which led to the main lobby.

There, the woman found two familiar faces amidst a seemingly empty hall - the amicable beastfolk, and the man who stood behind the reception desk. Setting her foot on the same ground as them, she made no hesitation to approach the two.

"Early as always.", she commented with an acknowledging nod directed towards each one. "Vivienne. Arien."

"I'm off to deal with a commotion down south. Tell Cephilia to hold the fort while I'm out.", she told the two and took off, waiting for no response from their end.

"Good luck with the new kids!", the white-haired woman said, as she swiftly faded into the distant horizon, far beyond the premises of the guildhall.

Interaction/s: Vivienne ( AnonyMouse )

Arien Bermille​

Location: Kriegslöwe Guildhall, Tylsen​

Arien was leaning onto the desk upon witnessing the arrival of Vivienne, who was rather eager with the events that were scheduled to unfold on this very day. He opted to simply nod in silence as the beastfolk engaged on a rather one-sided conversation with him - not that he minded it. In fact, it was a welcome addition, especially to a day that he expected to be rather, well, loaded. New recruits often tend to come with a great variety of unprecedented shenanigans, and he wasn't entirely a fan of cleaning up the mess that gets left behind by such.

But before he was about to answer Vivienne numerous inquiries, the Guildmaster's appearance diverted his attention, if only for a brief moment. The Guildmaster's swift arrival and departure, while expected, was something that he really need to get used to.

"Well.", he shrugged. "There goes our Guildmaster. I believe that means Miss Cephilia might be the one to formally welcome the new recruits."

His eyes turned to his current companion. "Worry not, miss Vivienne. The lights will be turned on in a few minutes from what I've been told - our resident technicians were doing their routine maintenance on the Manatech the guildhall employs. The guild staff has also been cleaning up since dawn, so the place should look rather fresh once all is done."

"The recruits should be here soon. Let me recall some details on the letter we've sent to them.", Arien quickly pulled out a few papers from one of the desk's drawers and organized them behind the desk's front end. "Yes, I believe they've been given instructions to head to the guildhall today - on or before noon, at the 2nd day of the 3rd month, 422 AC."

Arien raised his head back up. "Miss Cephilia might still be in the workshop. I heard she was busy handling some preparations for the ceremonies today."

Interaction/s: Vivienne ( AnonyMouse )

 

[Kenshin772]

Gaius Karlings
Location: Kriegslowe Tylsen Branch Guild Hall; dormitories.​

The early morning sounds of the Kreigslowe's cleaning staff moving about the member lodgings on the second floor of the Tylsen Guild hall is all Gaius could hear whilst he laid in the bed he was allowed to use the day before. These humble lodgings were small and built to be shared by any who needed however Gaius had this one to himself. He had heard the staff talking about how most of the senior members had cleared out the day before, to avoid the commotion that would be caused by today's Orientation ceremony. Now Gaius was left to his peace in an actual bed for the first time in months and he thought to himself "I could lay here all day." Unfortunately he knew he could not as for the third time since Gaius had awoken Tylsen's clocktower began it's chime, striking ten times before falling silent.

With a great sigh Gaius opened his eyes looking around the room that had his gear spread out across almost every surface. He had spent every coin he had to have all his gear and himself cleaned for today's ceremony, wanting to be in the best shape he could be. A rare smile found itself on Gaius's face as he started to stretch soliciting a slew of cracks from his lower back and eventually one big pop as he twisted and contorted in the bed. "Oof" he exhaled as the muscles in his back began to relax after the morning onslaught of back pain, followed by the brief relief brought on by the cracking of the spine. Gaius half rolled half stood out of the bed he was sleeping in and set about retrieving his outer wear and gear a series of jingling from his scale mail as he began going through the steps of putting it on.

Ten minutes later Gaius emerged from his lodging clearing out of the way for cleaning staff to move in and ready it for the influx of new bodies it would see. With a slight nod of the head to each staff member he passed Gaius made his way to the indoor balcony that overlooked the main lobby of the Guild Hall. As he did so he caught a glimpse of the man who he had met the day before at the reception desk accompanied by another Kriegslowen, a Beastwoman from the Centaur clans of the plains. Gaius took in her appearance piece by piece: layers of modest clothing accompanied by a ceremonial blade made for a large being, the kite shields that adorned her flanks, the trinkets and ribbons that adorned her horns, and the final thing that caught Gaius's eyes was the comically large wicker basket that she was carrying, based entirely on how she was speaking to the receptionist and how early she was in the Guild Hall Gaius guessed that she must've been an upper rank member.

Leaning on the balcony railing Gaius observed the Beastwoman and the receptionist chatter amongst themselves, their voices carrying further than they'd expect in the exceedingly quiet Guild hall. "This'll make a good spot to observe from until the meet time in the letters" he thought to himself as he dug a small cloth bag out of his waistband and produced a small piece of jerked meat for him to gnaw on. "Time to stop being useless going from village to village, today's gonna be the start of my climb back to normalcy"

Mentions AnonyMouse , Reinhardt .

 

[RedArmyShogun]

Thea Schuerer
Location: Kriegslöwe Guildhall, Tylsen​

Reflecting upon her travels as she stirred to in the morning light Thea found her thoughts going back to the start, sitting up immediatly from what seemed to be a guarded sleeping position. Tylsen and the test with the new mechanical wonder was something else, the sights, sounds, power, chaos and order, the styles of builings and the kinds of people were numerous and wide. For a country girl this was all a bit much and had left her mostly silent and standoffish out of a sense of unease, not taking the time to speak with any others in her room. Gripping her brass symbol and shifting over to stand up in the floor, clanks of plate armor would likely be heard by whoever else she shared this room with as she was quick and early to rise. Or maybe it would not, she did not care either way, she had a job to do and before that her morning prayers.

On one knee she holds her right hand around the icon and gave thanks to the goddess, for this change, for this bounty for yet another day of life, of chance and hope for the continued blessings of the divine. Rising to her feet, the woman grabs an enormous sword and cloak, donning it with her breastplate before gathering her things and departing the room at once. She knew the cleaners had to move more of her number in and in any case, she did not trust any of the people here with her key possessions, ready for any task that may be given as she decides to spend her morning in down below.

For the remaining few hours and between bell chimes, Thea would keep to the back of the guild hall, waiting for this meeting at noon as she quietly munched on some bread and smoked meat. While it was somewhat tempting to walk the streets and markets of Tylsen, she dared not take the risk of getting lost. It was better to be unneeded and early than to be late and wanted, such was her thoughts as she listened to the bell chiming again every so often, counting the hours of the day. It was then that people would head in and out, barely staying when suddenly a whole beehive of activity would take place, while the guild receptionist had been here the whole day and the one before, he had not really done much... Well least not towards her. The heavy hoof falls of a seemingly friendly Centaur would befall the room as she laid out a large basket and spoke with the previous man in a kind tone and fashion and lastly a white haired woman with a heavy blade that departed as soon as she arrived.

Catching some of the conversation and taking a look at the woman, even a country girl like her knew this was The White Inferno, Guildmaster Kaira Zalketh. Seemed she had someplace else to be. Next game a man with stubble that looked to be her senior, was he here to watch the new recruits? Picking up the sweet smells from the basket, Thea wasn't completely anti-social and walked over at once, clicking her right armor across her chest in friendly salute. "Good Day. I am Thea Schuerer, I am here for the meeting at noon, but I smelled your basket and had to ask who might you be? I'm new to this City." She asks of the woman, fighting the urge to ask about the cookies as she keeps up proper manners.

Mentions: Various
Interactions: AnonyMouse

 

[Thalia_Neko]

Hysydice "Hyss" Maliss

Currently: self-imposed training while joining orientation
Thinking: "Don't let them notice me... don't let them notice me.. Hm, this is a good muffin."

Location: Kriegslöwe Guildhall
Interacting: no one yet


Hyss heard the dinging of a small brass bell signifying someone had entered the quaint little shop. The door that was pulled open released an aroma of baked sweetness out onto the streets, enticing anyone and everyone around to also come by. It was almost a shame such an aroma was released. Freed from its cage of this bakery. And yet, it was an alluring scent, one that should not be caged, bordering on a stimulating scent. One that needed to be freed. So that it could be enjoyed by the morning populace. One that just dared anyone with a working nose to ignore the glorious, divine treasures that produced such fragrance. The smell was nice, but quite simple, in fact. And it was this simple scent that would whet anyone's appetite, drawing them in like caught prey. It truly was a fearsome weapon. Though, oddly, it was not what drew Hyss to that place that morn.

With freshly-baked muffin in hand, the girl took the opportunity to slip out right as the door was closing behind the new patron. Just outside, feeling the fresh morn air on her cheeks, she bit into the soft, spongey breading of the pastry. Mm. The sudden surprise at its sweetness stopped her in her tracks, briefly forcing the girl to savor the bite. She glanced back at the small bakery she just left. It did justice to its enticing scents; it was no Keyes Bakery, but it was still quite good. She really enjoyed the gentle breading and the sweet berries baked into the muffin. She could tell a lot of care had been put in baking this morning treat by the owner.

Hyss did not have much money, so was happy with her purchase. Still, her mind couldn't help but wander over to Keyes Bakery, and the nice boy who typically tended the shop. The boy who always treated her gently and offered her an extra cake here and there, despite being something he shouldn't do for business. Fundamentally, she supposed there was no real difference between this muffin, and the ones made in that shop, but... She still thought the Keyes' confections were better. Maybe she was just missing Keyes Bakery.. and Hugh.

Mid-bite, another bell caught her ear. The loud gongs of a much larger one. Which resounded over the whole city. It snapped her out of her sentimental musings and brought the girl back to the present. She immediately sprung into action, leaping at a few bricks of the nearby building. Catching a couple that were sticking out, placing her feet on a couple others. Making sure her grip was good, she quickly ascended, and popped up atop the building. Feet firmly hitting the copper-red shingles of the building, clutching to it firmly to make sure her grip kept her in place so she didn't fall off.

Her eyes found their way over to the large clock-face of the spire in the center of town. Staring at it as each gong crashed against her eardrums. A moment later, after the last ring, she turned and sprinted away. And a darkened shape zipped by above, only casting a small shadow on the cobblestones below. Noticeable only by those with a discerning eye. Small feet struck the shingles of the roofs she raced on. Although nary a sound was made. Hyss had learned to use the rooftops like a road, and felt more comfortable up here, than walking down there on the cobblestones with the rest. She leapt from building to building, precariously clearing the gaps between the houses with some level of expertise... but mostly the level of an amateur.

She leapt across the gap in front of her. Only to feel herself pulled down by gravity. Her hands caught the eaves of the house. -- Or rather, just barely caught.

Gritting her teeth, she struggled to pull herself up, feeling the strain on her arms. Her arms, which began to shiver and ache. She could tell it was only a matter of moments before her fingers slipped, and her arms gave way, so that she would plummet to the ground below. Yet the girl persevered, and managed to pull herself up. She didn't weigh very much, after all. Stopping to gasp for air, she took a minor break, feeling her heart in the pit of her stomach. Then a moment later, Hyss resolved herself once again, and pulled her hood back over her head. She once more raced forward atop the rooftops.

It wasn't long thereafter that the girl found herself at her destination: the Kriegslöwe Guildhall. She had arrived in the time allotted in the letter she had been given. As discreetly as possible, the door parted, and she slipped inside. Attempting to be as inconspicuous as possible, the small hooded girl lingered at the back of the guildhall, trying her best to blend in with the shadows. Her ice-blue eyes observing the goings-on quietly, patiently waiting for the designated time for orientation to begin.

Hysydice pulled the muffin out from where it had been hidden and stowed away in her pack. She briefly glanced down at it, not one to want to lose track of what she was carefully observing for long. It was slightly smooshed, and had crumbled apart a bit in her pack, much to her dismay. Obviously her trip here hadn't been very nice to the baked bread. With her near-fall being the worst culprit, she was sure. But, what remained, she blew on its top, and rubbed it, brushing any dust or lint off. Before she took another bite, as her eyes flicked back up. Quietly, she munched on her muffin in the shadows of her hood.​

 

[AnonyMouse]

Falion "Falco" Cauphix​

Location: Arriving at the Tylsen Guild Hall​

"For the last time, kid, no! Take your junk and get lost!" the shopkeeper said, slamming his fist on the countertop.

"Aw, c'mon, it's worth at least twice that," Falco said, shoving the... umm... 'thingy' he was trying to sell at the shopkeeper.

"Last warning. Keep flapping your gums and I'll toss you out myself!"

"You didn't even look at it," Falco said, ignoring the increasing redness in the man's face as the shopkeeper's rage built. "C'mon, man. Better yet, call in an expert! This is a rare artifact, straight from the Kreigslowe vault. You have no idea-"

He was cut short when the shopkeeper's hand shot across the countertop, prepared to grab him by the collar and violently remove him from the premises. Naaaah, buddy, I've been down that road enough times, pal. No thanks. Falco narrowly ducked the would-be attack. He dropped to the floor and the man's hand swooshed overhead, catching only vacant air. Without even bothering to get to his feet, he half-crawled and half-ran out the door, leaving his 'priceless artifact' on the countertop.

"You can keep that, as a sign of my goodwill," Falco said, pausing to bow before scurrying out the door. "I look forward to doing busines with you, Mr - oh shit!" he barely avoided the thrown artifact as it sailed past his dome and into the street. Two successful dodges back-to-back? Niiiiiice, I'm practically E Rank now. No, S Rank, ha ha ha ha!

Anyway....

Falco shoved his hands in his pockets and shuffled away from the pawnbroker's shop. There were other fish in the sea. He could find someplace else to make coin off of these 'treasures' he had acquired. As he strutted down the street, he couldn't help but notice the people --the potential targets-- all around him. I ain't that guy anymore, he reminded himself as he spotted a woman whose grip on her coinpurse was a little weaker than it ought to be. A few seconds later, he noticed a guy with a dangling silver chain, ripe for the picking. So many opportunities...

But I ain't that guy no more, Falco told himself. This Kriegslowe thing is gonna work out. He's gonna be a big deal someday, and make enough dough to send some home and not feel guilty about where it comes from. But, in the meantime, he would continue to use his old tricks to get by. Well, some of his old tricks.

Falco paused in front of another shop and opened his pack to select which 'priceless artifact' he would try to hawk here. But, he was interrupted by the sound of the clocktower anouncing the hour. This wasn't exactly an unfamiliar sound to him. He had been in Tylsen for months now and was used to it. but today was a special day. At noon today, his journey from 'that-fuckin-punk' to 'legend' would officially begin. As the bell clanged ten times, he was reminded of that.

With a small sigh, Falco stood and cinched the strap on his pack. Maybe heading to the guild hall early wouldn't be a bad idea. He could pick this up later. These assholes are more likely to pay up once I have my crest, he thought with a sly grin. I'll be legit.

As he neared the guild hall, he spotted a little girl in a hooded cloak go inside before him. Probably some brat coming to gawk at the heroes or something. Or maybe submit a quest, like 'boo hoo, my mommy's missing, can you find her?' For some twisted reason, this put a smile on his face, because it made him feel heroic. But then he felt bad for smiling at such an awful thing. But then Falco thought, but what if her mom is hot, and reverted right back to his ususal, grinning self as he arrived at the front door and swaggered inside.

The little girl was standing off to one side, munching on a muffin. Okay, so she's a gawker. That settles that. Aside from her, the usual suspects were around. Arien, at the desk. Viv, looking too fucking horse-y to be indoors. We just polished these floors! And some lanky guy in plate armor with a greatsword was speaking with her, probably one of the newbies... a newbie, in plate armor with a greatsword? His family must be loaded if that's his starting gear.

I ought to stick with this guy We're gonna be pals, Falco thought as he strolled up to Viv and this stranger. I know who I'm hiding behind if things gets crazy out there. He put on his best 'nice guy' smile as he casually slid into their midst, approaching from behind.

"Good Day. I am Theo Schuerer," the armored guy said to Vivienne. His voice seemed awfully soft for a guy, but whatever... "I am here for the meeting at noon, but I smelled your basket and had to ask who might you be? I'm new to this City."

"Oh, welcome, welcome! Vivienne Yvarra. Such a pleasure to meet you, dear," the centaur said, lightly clapping her hands before gesturing to the basket. Smelled like cookies. She beamed an obnoxiously bright smile down upon the newcomer, though her eyes briefly flitted to Falco and there was an unspoken warning there. And a threat.

Oh, c'mon, don't gimme that look! I ain't gonna pick his pocket! Falco thought. What kind of savage do you take me for? Apparently, he had gotten to know Viv a little too well the last couple of days. Or vice versa.

"Yo, Viv! Sup, man," Falco said, smoothly sliding into their midst while simultaneously sliding his hand into Viv's basket. "I take it you're one of the new guys, Theo? The name's Falco. I'm kind of a big deal around here." At last, he turned to face his new comrade, bringing the cookie to his lips as he did so, and-

Aaaaaand nearly choked on it.

Falco's eyes went wide as he stared at... her. "Holy shit... he's a gir-" he was cut short by Viv whacking him in the back so hard he nearly fell over.

"You were choking, dear," she said, innocently. "Are you okay?

"Fan-fuckin-tastic," Falco wheezed. He lightly cleared his throat, re-popped his already-popped collar, and extended his hand to --not-Theo, you idiot-- Thea with a smile. "'Scuse me. So, uh, you're new, huh? Maybe I'll show ya 'round later."

Interaction(s): RedArmyShogun
Mentions: Thalia_Neko

 

[AriAriAbabwa]

Scene 1: The Hero's Beginning
Synopsis: Razul Dazzle begins his journey at the guildhall, having departed from friends and family to undertake a larger destiny. Will his soon-to-be peers recognize the talent that Razul Dazzle brings? Or will the destined hero fall flat on his face?
Additional Cast: AnonyMouse (Vivi, Falco) Reinhardt (Ari) RedArmyShogun (Thea)

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Once upon a time, in the city of Tylsen, the world’s future hero, Razul Dazzle, had arrived on very short notice. The hero was a charming young man, full of passion and dashing good looks. He was a literal glimmer of hope to the passersby; a non-patsy man with the soul and heart of the world's future kept close. Now, roaming the streets, Razul Dazzle flaunted his cape around one of the three fair maidens who followed him from the previous town.

"Kyah~!" she shrieked, having tripped on nothing mere moments ago.

But Razul Dazzle caught her, wrapping the girl with the silky soft cape of his. "Are you alright, my princess?" said he with a natural smirk.

"Razul~!" Her eyes sparkled at him; a star-crossed fan being touched by her beloved idol. "May I hear your lips grace my name...?"

It was a simple wish. Who was Razul Dazzle to deny such a thing? "Of course!" A brief moment of silence followed suit. It was Ade...Ade-what? He opened his mouth once more. "My princess."

Girl A flushed a burning red. "Razul~!"

"Enough!" A hand swung in, yanking the squealing, blue-dressed girl from his grasp. "Stop distracting him." The harsh tone belonged to a white-haired elf with narrow eyes and petrifying, red pupils. Adorned in all black, the elf scoffed down at who she pulled away, though her grip loosened gradually. "Honestly, do you lack any clue of what personal space is?"

Girl A pouted with a dejected "Boo~"

"Now, now, you ladies could never bother me." The elf, whose name Razul Dazzle was fairly certain began with B, whipped towards him. Razul Dazzle took her by the chin, raising her head solely to meet his eye. "In fact, I love nothing more than you being here with me."

"Ngh…" Girl B shriveled away from his gaze, seething. "That's not fair..." she muttered.

Razul Dazzle giggled, neglecting to tell her about the noticeable blush across her cheeks.

"My, my!" The soon-to-be hero lightened up at the third girl's voice. She was a tall beastfolk with notably large 'assets,' grinning down at the boy. "Should you really be flirting right about now, Razul?" The two other girls straightened themselves up at the reminder, while the boy stared indignant, retaining his smile. The beastfolk whose name happened to start with C took a glance around at the onlookers. "I doubt playing a spectacle is beneficial, either."

Razul Dazzle tilted his head with a reassuring wink. "My lady, the only spectacle I see is you."

"Oh my!" Girl C brought a hand up to cover her amused chuckle.

But she was ultimately correct; they really needed to get moving. So, Razul Dazzle trekked forth towards the designated guild hall—incidentally with the fan girls following in tow.

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The front doors burst open with a kick so loud that the wood might have splintered. Emerging from the sunlight was the sparkling hero and his entourage of three female civilians; it almost hurt to stare at him for so long, that was how dazzling Razul Dazzle was. He strutted about,

"Uwoh~! I've never been inside a guildhall before!"

"Are we even allowed in here?"

"It's fine! It's fine!"

Then the hero's eyes laid on a more scruffy person, and he paused. A beggar...? Ah! The kind guild must be allowing him to lodge here for the time! Razul Dazzle looked to his girls, and they all seemed to think the same. He reached into his pocket, retrieving a golden coin. He flicked it with his thumb, watching it bounce and land right between Falco's legs. "For your troubles, sir," he called out. However, upon further inspection, the coin had been desecrated; a certain someone's face was painted on the coin's front.

"Kyah~! Razul is so kind and generous!"

"Definitely a commendable act."

"I'd expect nothing less from someone as fun—I mean thoughtful as Razul."

Razul Dazzle wore a look as if to say "I know, I know." There was already an assortment of people gathered around, but not too many. Nonetheless, whipping his cape backward, Razul Dazzle clambered onto a creaking table. "I tell you all, now, to fear not. I, Razul Dazzle, am here to accompany you all on our future journeys within Kriegslowe from now on." He glanced at Thea, flashing a toothy grin. "You as well, fine sir!" Girl A and C hollered and cheered his name behind him.

He hopped down to the floor, landing with a light 'whoosh' as his cape followed suit. Alright, that should have alleviated these newbies' worries. Now, his attention was on the centaur lady at the nearby table, walzting to her; he ignored Falco and Thea and Ari solely for her. "Greetings, my fairest lady, hardened adventurer, soon-to-be peer of mine, however you wish to be called!" In a singular swipe, Razul Dazzle took Vivi's hand, bowing for a polite peck of her palm. "I must say, you are quite dashing. From your horse-ly withers to your croup, from your acute ergos to your defined hooves, everything is as natural yet stunning of its own." With a literally dazzling smile and what was certainly the warmest gaze one could give, even the girls behind him flustered an adoring red. "To whom do I owe all the pleasure to?"

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

Risax
Location: Kriegslöwe Guild, Tylsen
interaction: AnonyMouse RedArmyShogun​

Tylsen markets and commercial area were just like any other, practically a second home even if every place had a slightly different layouts, for Risax it wasn’t much trouble being the son of a merchant meant one was used to dizzying array of goods and people plus the shouting and haggling that accompanied such. Such a lifestyle had come with the added bonus of knowing how to move through a crowded street with such a body has his. form head to waist was that of a man resembling a “Illieth“ covered in fine silk clothing, below the waist was the form of a rather large spider, Risax’s 8 legs weaving through the groups of people, like long stilts shifting through mud flats.

but today the Arachne’s target wasn’t a stall or being all spooky about payments or anything of the sort no, Risax was going to leave the boring merchant life behind. Armed with what little he had a lot of silk, satchel bags, set of oversized quivers two very big crossbow like devices. The guild hall being his target, not too hard to spot amongst the other buildings. Risax couldn’t help but pause staring at the place with starry eyed wonder. he‘d made his commitment to this new lifestyle already… finally he‘d made it.. all that was left was the ceremonies. Pulling his legs in and ducking somewhat he’d gotten through the doorway without incident, looking around the hall he only saw a few people around… was he early? Point ears twitching a little bit. the smell of fresh baked goods drawing his attention. “Hey I’m Risax Agben Baromomath, nice to meet you guys.. did I get here too early or what?” Risax asked a little confused, a grin on his face present however hopefully he’d not arrived on the wrong day or something.

 

[RedArmyShogun]

Thea Schuerer
Location: Kriegslöwe Guildhall, Tylsen​

Regarding the Centaur with respect, Thea starts a bow towards the other and goes. "Ah, I can have one? Thank-" As she reaches for one a young man that was a bit shorter than her cut in front of her, took some of the cookies, called her a man, mispronounced her name and then almost choked to death. Or almost did, giving a silent prayer to the Goddess her expression became more sullen as she reached around him for a cookie of her own. She wasn't to upset about what he did. Her family gave birth to taller people normally and she was unusually tall for most in general if not women in particular and she was in plate with a cloak. It was an honest mistake that she could overlook. To his likely surprise, she didn't have full plate and it clearly had seen some use.

"Ah, I may take you up on that offer and it's Thea. Though Falco is it? I gue-"

Before she could finish that, something that had her nearly throwing the cookie down and reaching for her sword, but she stopped. He wasn't some sort of monster, but rather a beast folk, his human half now entering her field of view, getting over being startled, the traveling trope did not seem just ready to end as the door was kicked open and a man in gold(?) announced his presence, this time she did place a hand on her weapon, dropping the cookie as she spun to see what this was about. A girl in blue, a girl in what she was at first assuming to be fancy funeral wear and a girl that looked like she was the "service" girl at the town Inn followed him inside. There was no way these people were all in the Guild... Her father wouldn't have been part of something this insane, would he?

Having second thoughts, her expression soured all the more as the boy ignored her existence, that of anyone not the senior guilder that had brought them cookies as he flipped a coin, treating Falco like a servant at some sort of estate.

"...Goddess preserve me..." She was not taken by the shine or charisma of the newcomer, but worried for his short-term safety. Releasing her sword once more, she runs a hand over her face as it twitches a little, trying to catch the notice of Vivienne as if to say sorry for dropping the cookie, she was about to reach for another but stopped herself. She did want some more, but she knew better than to get into this, whatever this was as she moved her hand to the religious icon worn around her neck.

 

[Topless]

Sakuranbo Suzui
Location: Kriegslöwe Guildhall, Tylsen

If there is one thing that Sakura liked is the smell of the early morning breeze. At least back at her home village where the breeze is much fragrant. Here in Tylsen is different, almost a little intoxicating for her. There may be some flowers scattered around the town, but even they're overwhelmed by the smell of smoke and fumes. Yet Sakura isn't bothered by all this. She doesn't mind how much of a different world she is now. All that she has in her mind is getting to the guild.

She stood among the many rooftops around the town. If the invitation said that the guild is nearby, then Sakura may come very early. She started to leap from roof to roof to get to her destination. A few people might notice her doing this, but Sakura didn't care much as she is all focused on getting to the guild before the orientation. After some time had passed, Sakura has finally arrived at the prestigious Kriegslöwe Guild...except she landed on it's very rooftop and she slides down until drops off the edge to land on the ground unscathed. After she dusted off the dirt of her hunter's uniform, Sakura makes her way in to see that people have also arrived at the guild, not that she minds it at all.
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[Kenshin772]

Gaius Karlings
Location: Kriegslowe Tylsen Branch Guild Hall; Second floor balcony.​

Rummaging around in the small cloth bag Gaius produced a second piece of jerked meat to gnaw on as he started to digest the scene in the Guild Hall's lobby. A little bit ago he spotted a woman sitting by her lonesome in the back end of the Guild Hall as she herself was munching away on what Gaius guessed was travel rations as well. Then shortly after he had spotted her she ventured forth and joined the two Kriegslowen introducing herself as what Gaius could hear as Thea Schuerer; the name rung certain memories of Gaius studying Raeligardin noble families both upper and lower. As much as Gaius could remember about the Schuerers from his studies all he could pull was the Schuerer's anti-cavalry techniques and extinguished service from Raeligard's past. The next name he heard was from the Beastwoman, Vivienne Yvarra, this name was unfamiliar but based on his earlier guess work she was an upper rank member of the Kriegslowe. "Interesting, It'll be a treat to see them in action" Gaius thought as his attention was pulled from the group at the reception desk to the Guild Hall's door.

For a split second Gaius caught a glimpse of a very fast, and very short, figure discreetly slip into the room and scuttle off out of Gaius's sight. His curiosity stirred, Gaius tried to move around trying to spot the figure when suddenly right behind her some loud mouth kid came through the door strolling directly up to ladies Schuerer and Yvarra. The first words Gaius could hear from the kid was him immediately calling Thea, Theo mistaking her for a man. Then a second later figuring out his mistake and choking on the cookie he snatched from the basket in a moment of comedic justice.

As bad as this Falco kid was the next arrival was even worse. A quartet of people kicked in the Guild Hall's front door, from what he could see the group was three women and one man. As the group got closer talking to each other it became clear that the girls were the boy's fangirls. This "Razul's" interactions between his girls and the Kriegslowen was enough to make Gaius roll his eyes, although he had to admit the coin toss was pretty humorous. With there being at least a party worth of people present Gaius decided now is a good time to move down and interact. While Gaius made his way to the stairs he caught sight of another Beastfolk enter the Guild Hall this one a Drider with long white hair and rather androgynous features. As Gaius made his way down the spiral steps he could hear the Drider introduce itself as Risax Agben Baromomath.

Reaching the ground floor of the Guild Hall Gaius took a look in the direction the figure that zipped from the door to the side of Hall; taking in the appearance of a rather small looking girl dressed in all black with a hood and mask concealing her face. "A bit young isn't she?" he thought as he gave her a passing wave as he walked over to join the group at the reception desk. "Interesting group we've got gathered here" he spoke as he slotted himself in to the right side of the reception desk "I'm Gaius Kampfer I look forward to working with you all" Gaius gave everyone but Razul a nod of greeting before reaching for a cookie from the basket.

Mentions: Thalia_Neko ,
Interactions: RedArmyShogun , AnonyMouse , Reinhardt , Huntertabbysandshark3 , AriAriAbabwa .

 

[AnonyMouse]

Falion "Falco" Cauphix​

Location: Tylsen Guild Hall​

"Ah, I may take you up on that offer..." the girl said.

Though Falco's face didn't show it, he mentally breathed a sigh of relief. Disaster averted! He sensed no passive aggressiveness --or regular aggressiveness, either-- in her tone. Either she hadn't noticed his blunder or she was surprisingly relaxed about it. Finally! A reasonable girl, who wouldn't go berserk every time he said something stupid... which happened often... VERY often.

On that note, Falco resumed munching the cookie he held, in the hopes that it would keep his mouth shut a little bit longer, lest he ruin this small victory.

"...And it's Thea," She continued. "Though Falco is it? I gue-"

She abruptly stopped. The look on her face as she gazed past him, toward the door, prompted Falco to wheel around to see what had spooked her so. However, all he saw was an arachne man crossing the threshold. During his time in Achelreide, Falco had seen all manner of creatures, freind and foe, sentient and beastial. While arachnes certainly weren't commonplace, nor did he expect to encounter one here of all places, this was by no means cause for alarm. He smiled a little, noting Thea's response.

Not a city girl, I see. Yeah, Im definitely gonna have to show her around later, he thought, amused.

"Welcome to the club, Risax. You're right on time," Falco said, with a friendly salute to their new eight-legged friend. For Thea's sake, he wasn't going to invite the spider over, but a little civility went a long way in these situations. He was about to go on when the door suddenly, violently burst open....

Vivienne Yvarra​

Location: Tylsen Guild Hall​

Few things ever truly angered Vivienne Yvarra. There were many within the guild who thought her friendly demeanor was just an act, a facade she puts on to make herself more likeable. But they were wrong. There is happiness in her heart. Unconditional love. A boundless wellspring of joy. After all, a person who has dedicated their life to defending others cannot do so with hate in her heart. One must first love others, and oneself, if one is to protect them.

She noticeably winced when the guild doors slammed open, with a deafening 'crack,' and the one who declared himself 'Razul Dazzle' presented himself before them. She flinched, not because the noise had startled her. Oh no, Vivienne Yvarra's nerves were steeled, her arteries pumped icewater. Few things ever truly frightened or startled her. No, she winced because she knew what would become of this poor,innocent boy if he so much as chipped or scuffed or tarnished that door.

Still, her smile did not falter as her placid grey eyes followed the young man as he froliced across the room, basking in his own ill-advised --and, possibly, short-lived-- glory.

"What a sack of dicks..." Falco muttered under his breath as a coin hit the floor at his feet. Unsurprisingly, his fists balled. He trembled with anger, but froze when Viv laid a hand on his shoulder.

"Language, young man," she said softly, and he seemed about to direct his anger at her her and give her a piece of his mind. But the newcomer arrived first, oblivious to the hornets' nest he'd kicked.

"Greetings, my fairest lady, hardened adventurer, soon-to-be peer of mine, however you wish to be called!" Razul said as his entourage looked on. He took her hand and bowed to place his lips upon it. "I must say, you are quite dashing. From your horse-ly withers to your croup, from your acute ergos to your defined hooves, everything is as natural yet stunning of its own. To whom do I owe all the pleasure to?"

"Vivienne Yvarra," the centaur said as he released her hand. She courtseyed like a proper lady, bowing her head to nearly match his height. Nearly. "A-Rank Kriegslowen. I am also known as the Quad-Winged-Pegasus, mentor, friend of many, defender of the realm, seigebreaker, the impregnable guardian." As she rose, her eyes fell upon him and her signature smile melted away. "As such, let this be your first lesson, young man..." Her tone was cold as she nodded toward the door, just as a fox girl entered, clearly oblivious to what was taking place. "Our guildmaster, Kaira Zalketh, the White Inferno, has taken leave for the day. I know not when she will return, but it is in your best interest to ensure she finds not a single plank nor screw nor plate nor pane of glass out of place when she does... for even I cannot and will not protect you from her wrath, if she does."

She punctuated this 'lesson' with a vibrant smile, signalling a return to civility and happier times... despite her other hand still clamped on Falco's shoulder. "Are we clear? Good. I would rather not spread anyone's ashes this day, Mr. Dazzle. You seem like a nice young man."

"Ay, Sparkles," Falco hissed, kicking the coin at him. "Take your fucking money, pay your fucking whores, and shove the change up your- agghhh" Viv's fingers ground into his collarbone, slowly tightening. He glared at her with murderous intent, but gradually relaxed.

"Such nice young men," Viv remarked with a playful laugh before finally releasing him. A brief silence settled over the room before an older geneltmen addressed them all:

"Interesting group we've got gathered here," he said. "I'm Gaius Kampfer I look forward to working with you all"

Viv gave a small round of encouraging applause. "Wonderful! You've earned a cookie, dear!" she said, as if this wasn't a grown man she was speaking to. She addressed the room next: "We're still waiting for a few more before officially beginning the ceremony. I am thrilled you all are so punctual! Who else wishes to introduce themselves?" she said, briefly looking toward the small, hooded figure lurking on the outskirts of the room, as well as the fox beastfolk who had entered a moment ago.

Interaction(s): RedArmyShogun (Thea) / Huntertabbysandshark3 (Risax) / AriAriAbabwa (Razul) / Kenshin772 (Gaius)
Mentions: Thalia_Neko (Hyss) Topless (Sakura)

 

[EmperorsChosen]

Lucia Corinna Edelgarde​

Location: Tylsen Guild Hall​

"Are you sure you wouldn't prefer further assistance? I can take you and your belongings the full way."

Lucia turned her gaze from where it was locked, idly watching the view from out of the small window of the carriage she rode in. Arms and legs crossed, she was leaned partially against the wall of it, pausing at the question from the older, well-dressed Caskarieth that held the reins of the horses that commanded the vehicle. His tone was professional, but somewhat melancholy, and Lucia let out a slightly bemused huff upon noting it.

"No, Alfonse... Here is fine," Lucia replied as she opened the door of the wagon and fully stepped onto Tylsen's grounds with the clacking of metal plates.

It was a town like many others, though this was her first time within it. Prior to this, the aristocrat hadn't strayed too far from her home, let alone travelling to another city. However, she had passed the preliminaries and Tylsen is where her career would begin. Though she hid it well, it was admittedly a bit intimidating. Yet, it was also freeing, in a way. None of the former restraints were here to weigh her down, save for one. No relationships. She couldn't help but smiling softly at the feeling as the older gentleman unloaded some luggage from the cart.

"Well, then... Here you are. The Kriegslowe Guildhouse isn't too far off. I'm sure you won't have an issue finding it..." The man said, pausing with some hesitation.

Lucia took the bag in hand, slinging one over her shoulder. It wasn't extravagant, mainly just holding some change of clothes and spare finances. Admittedly, she wanted to leave as much as she could behind. Still, the man in front of her was one of the things from that place that she didn't hate. He was a long-time assistant of the family that she had memories of even from her childhood; a genuinely kind a loyal man.

"Thank you Alfonse. Take care of yourself," She said, taking her first few steps into her new home.

"...You as well, Lady Lucia."

Making her way through the streets, Lucia could hear the bustling sounds of the town as well as the bell tower being tolled. She didn't receive too many side-eyes, though in hindsight that wasn't surprising. Any place with a guildhouse had to be a hot spot for adventurers. The natives likely had seen stranger than her, even if her appearance did stand out somewhat.

"So, this is it..." Inhaling in expectation, Lucia laid her eyes upon the Kriegslowe Guild. Intimidating, yet exhilarating. This was her beginning. A smirk crossed her face, wondering what the doors would reveal. Her rise to the top would start now.

Or so she thought.

As she pulled the door open, Lucia's excited face blanked into a deadpan. There were all manner of people inside, including some beastmen of whom possessed some very--"interesting" phenotypes. It was an amalgamation of not just races, but personalities, some which appeared more fitting to the idea of an adventurer than others.

A boy was bickering with another who was almost sparkling. He also seemed to be followed around by some girls who seemed very unadventurer-like. Just what was going on here? Lucia made her way further into the room, being drawn towards the small cluster of people near the front desk just in time to hear something about a cookie and awaiting others. She presumed this was a sort of preliminary check-up.

"Pardon me, do I need to check in anywhere or do anything?" She questioned primarily to Vivianne, though Lucia's gaze bounced to each of the others around her. The tall woman, the sparkly boy, the disciplined boy, the older male, the beast-man and the girl troupe surrounding the sparkly boy, even though they didn't look like members of the guild themselves.

Interactions: RedArmyShogun Anonymous AriAriAbabwa Huntertabbysandshark3 Kenshin772

 

[Thalia_Neko]

Hysydice "Hyss" Maliss

Currently: self-imposed training while joining orientation, observing fellow newbies
Thinking: "Bleh, was noticed... What else can I do? I don't see any hiding spots; this place is too open... Cookies.. I want one.. Nneh.."

Location: Kriegslöwe Guildhall
Interacting: no one yet
Mentions: AriAriAbabwa (Viv) AnonyMouse (Razul) Huntertabbysandshark3 (Risax) Topless (Sakura) Kenshin772 (Gaius) EmperorsChosen (Lucia)


As Hyss calmly finished off her breakfast, she observed the goings-on of the hall with mild interest. And mild amusement. Someone entered just after her. A strange boy with strange mannerisms. Followed by a trio of females. They all seemed to be one unit. Hyss wasn't quite sure what to think about this newcomer. His entrance certainly was quite loud --and abrasive. Sure enough, the way the centaur woman responded indicated she was not pleased with the boy's treatment of guild property.

Next to enter was some half-spider half-man. Frankly, Hyss felt like she should have been creeped out by the ..person. But, not quite. Hyss was rather used to being abnormal and creepy herself. While some of the others began arguing, or at least having a good back-and-forth, another entered. Hyss's eyes flicked over to the entrance, watching as a fox woman followed the spider's tail. It seemed there were all sorts arriving for orientation that day. That was a bit exciting... And unnerving. Hyss wasn't sure what to think about where she fit in with all that.

She didn't need to dwell on it for very long. For right thereafter a man came down the stairs, drawing her gaze. Her eyes followed him under the shadows of her hood. He was looking her way. Beneath her hood, her brow furrowed and her lips curled downward.

Not good enough. She wasn't good enough yet.

She had been noticed. Probably by multiple people.

It certainly was noisy over there.

Hyss's ears caught some of what was said. Some introductions, namely. Discreetly she pulled down her mask. Parting her lips, the scent of baked goods reached the top of her mouth where her sensory organs were. She reckoned by the specific chemicals she was picking up that those were... cookies. A scent she was familiar with from how often she visited the bakery. Really? Someone brought cookies? Boy, that seemed a bit childish for this gathering, didn't it? Maybe this was more casual than she thought? Or were they being underestimated? Someone else entered then; another new female, who immediately went up to inquire about things.

Hyss's brow furrowed more, quickly re-covering her mouth, and huddling up in herself just a bit more. The muffin wasn't enough. Ruefully she thought, 'I want one..'​

 

[Reinhardt]

Arien Bermille​

Location: Kriegslöwe Guildhall, Tylsen​

Everything that followed shortly after the departure of the Guildmaster was well within expectations. The early arrival from the invited individuals, the great variety of quirks and traits that each one carried, even the compatibilities and lack of it between certain individuals - it was all but a familiar scene to many veterans of the guild. Perhaps that is why most of the guild members opted not to partake in the ceremonies scheduled on the day, for it reminds them of their past shames and mishaps.

Certainly, Arien was not exempt from this. The scenery that unfolded before his eyes allowed him to reminisce about the old days when he too, was just like them - a recruit driven solely by one's personal goals, ambitions, and dreams, clueless of what lies waiting in the path that he chose to walk upon. It was almost enough to make a serene smile from the Kriegslöwe. Almost, that is.

The temporary daze of reminiscence was swiftly shrugged off as a loud click resonated from the building's inner halls - swiftly followed by an almost melodic chain of subtle whirring and clacking as the Manatech lighting system installed into the guild's structure came to life. At a moment's notice, the once dim halls were bathed in a warm light emanated from a myriad of lamps scattered all over the guildhall's premises - unveiling the grandeur of the guildhall that was once unnoticed.

The numerous campaign and expedition banners of old that were hung on the walls of the guildhall, complemented by a myriad of trophies acquired by the active and retired members of the guild - ranging from paintings of the victorious aftermath of a battle to the large and imposing claw from a slain dragon. Displayed all around the main hall were the marks of achievements of the guild's Tylsen branch. Perhaps to inspire the new, perhaps to remind the old of what they've achieved.

Arien, then, turned his attention back into what was before him. The numerous exchanges that were occurring in his midst - the introductions between the new recruits that have sprung some interesting conversations and Vivienne handling the new recruits akin to a motherly beast herding its children.

Though it was rather clear that Vivienne could most likely tend to this rather diverse flock, Arien opted to pull his weight and deal with the others who needed attention.

"Go ahead, young miss.", Arien said to the girl, who earlier introduced herself as Thea. "Miss Vivienne won't mind you taking another. She brought those specifically for you and your fellow recruits after all."

Shortly after, he diverted his attention to the newly arrived Caskarieth. Although her inquiry was aimed towards the warm Vivienne, he opted to intervene and give the young woman a swift reply. "That won't be necessary at the moment, young miss. Feel free to mingle around, there's still some time before the ceremonies begin."

Interaction/s: Thea ( RedArmyShogun ), Lucia ( EmperorsChosen )
Mention/s: Vivienne ( AnonyMouse ), Gaius ( Kenshin772 ), Hysydice ( Thalia_Neko ), Razul ( AriAriAbabwa ), Risax ( Huntertabbysandshark3 ), Sakura ( Topless )

 

[AriAriAbabwa]

Scene 2: Rude Reception
Synopsis: Surprisingly, many of the guild members refuse to take kindly to the future hero. He and his current crew are taken aback, the latter now butting heads with the dissenters. How will Razul Dazzle overcome this obstacle?
Additional Cast: AnonyMouse (Vivi, Falco) Huntertabbysandshark3 (Risax) EmperorsChosen (Lucia) Kenshin772 (Gaius) RedArmyShogun (Thea)

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Surprisingly, the reception was not kind (even if it was only one person speaking out of line). The beggar he generously offered a coin to had dared to toss it back, spewing uncouth words all the while! This, he couldn't stand for. Dashing in front of his adoring fans, between them and Falco, he raised a hand to his chest with a determined glare in his eye. "Say what you will about me, but defiling these fair maidens' ears is absolutely unforgivable!"

The girls, however, had different ideas, directing their attention at Vivienne.

"Don't you dare speak to Razul in that tone!" cried Girl A.

"If the doors are fragile enough to break by his mere presence, he is not the one at fault!" Girl B followed.

Looking between the girls and Falco, Razul Dazzle sighed, straightening himself up. "Well, Sir Beggar, since they do not seem to mind being called such foul language, I will let you off for now. But perhaps it'd do you good to show a little appreciation to someone's generosity. With how much you slur us ladies, you have no hope in the future." His remark was sharp and to the point; an excellent rebuttal, he thought. The hero did not even notice his own slip of the tongue.

Girl C sighed. "You girls realize she mentioned that the White Inferno is the one who'll be getting angered at the door, correct?"

The two whipped their heads to the older girl in utter shock. "The White Inferno?!" Girl A parroted.

"If Razul is going to be in the same room as her, we need to protect his namesake!"

Razul Dazzle opened his mouth to interject, but hesitated. It wasn't right to interrupt a lady, he felt. Also, partly because even he didn't want to face the supposed White Inferno chewing him out.

"Your dad was a carpenter, right?"

"I only know the basics; he taught everything else to my brother!"

"Oh my..." Girl C giggled, putting a hand to her mouth. "In that case, I'll be shining Razul's armor!"

"HOLD UP!" The two grabbed Girl C by the shoulders, dragging her away from Razul Dazzle and the main group. A faint mutter of "Rock, paper, scissors..." could be heard.

Though brief, even Razul Dazzle showed a hint of horror at their sheer... 'passion.'

Girls A and B went off to repair the door, looking dejected. Girl C danced towards Razul Dazzle with a white handkerchief. "This again, huh?" he remarked with a slight shake of the head. The beastfolk set to work immediately, scrubbing his already shiny garments all while he walked around—unfazed by the skillful polishing as she weaved around him. Finally, he could get a look at the people he'd be working with.

First off was the enormous spider beside him. Razul Dazzle performed a tactical twirl away from Risax, whipping his cape across the nearby Lucia's face—not that he noticed. Once he stopped, the usual, confident persona returned to his face. "Pardon me, my lady! It seems I was caught up, in eh..." He cleared his throat. "I just wanted to say, you have beautifully thin, er, appendages—all... eight of them."

Razul Dazzle turned away from the spider, cursing himself for stumbling on his words. And why did he feel so terrified of it? And how was Girl C still polishing him up?

Nonetheless, the next person he noticed was absolutely gorgeous! Standing a whole six inches over Razul Dazzle, the man who introduced himself as Gaius almost made the dazzling boy red in the face. But why did he not give a courtesy nod to him? There was no way that Gaius didn't see him! Razul Dazzle held his tongue, feeling strangely upset.

"The door is fine, now!" Girl A cried.

And just like that, Razul Dazzle's fantastic smile returned. With all the hustle and bustle, Razul sat himself down with a sigh, watching his three followers regroup. "I've gotten to know some of my future teammates. I'm in for the long run, here, ladies."

Girl A pouted. These strangers dared to make Razul Dazzle feel tired! She needed to refresh his energy! With quick thinking, a sweet smell led her to a basket of cookies. She took the entire thing, running over to her idol. "Here, Razul, cookies!" Girl A, held the basket against her chest, taking the pastries one by one to his mouth.

"Ooh, yes please!" He bit the cookie from her hand, delighting the giggling Girl A. With the door situation coming to an end, he figured to at least apologize to the centaur lady. He looked to her with a warm smile and said, "My apologies, by the by, I will attempt containing myself for your mental well-being." Each of the three girls shot a glare at Vivi for a split-second, which Razul Dazzle missed.

"Razul, can you please lift your leg?" Girl C was still at it, shining his calves.

"Of course!" After a moment, Razul Dazzle then noticed the hooded figure he saw earlier. Upon further inspection, he made the gross miscalculation of referring to her as a sir. Well, nothing irreparable. He pointed at Thea. "As for you, it seems I mistook your gender at first glance. But if it's any solace, man or woman, I would fall for you all the same." He winked. Each of the three girls shot another glare at Thea, which Razul Dazzle also missed.

Girl B came over, too, fanning herself with her hand. "It's awfully hot in here..." Her eyes then widened at Razul Dazzle, who looked more than happy in his current state. She reached into her purse, pulling out an actual fan. "Razul, j-just so you don't get heatstroke, let me cool you off."

"Oh, by all means!" He put his leg back down as Girl C moved to shine his shoulder Reflector. Razul Dazzle suddenly felt a lot happier once he sat down! He looked across everybody, leaning back in the chair as the cool breeze to his right billowed his hair. "I look forward to—" he paused to chomp on a hand-fed cookie, "to our destined adventures as equal comrades!"

Then the lights come on to reveal the rest of the guildhall, and Razul's heart panged. His gaze went from one piece of grandeur to another with a sparkle so unlike his recent acts; like a kid meeting the hero of their dreams. This was what drove him here to begin with. That, maybe Razul would end up on that same wall. And that maybe, they would finally appreciate Razul...

Razul Dazzle cleared his throat, snapping out of the trance and to his regular self. "It's an impressive display, alright!" he remarked, crossing his legs.

"Razul~" Girl A pouted. "You're the impressive display!"

He gave one small chuckle. "I know, I know!" Yet there he sat straight, giving a rare moment of quiet from himself. His gaze went from each of the showcased ornaments with equal parts admiration and envy.

 

[AnonyMouse]

Falion "Falco" Cauphix​

Location: Inside Tylsen Guild Hall​

"Just ignore him," Falco grumbled, partly to himself and partly to anyone else within earshot. If only he could heed his own advice.

Falco could feel and hear his pulse pounding in his ears. His jaw clenched. His fists balled as he neared his boiling point. He could not remember the last time he'd felt so angry. Normally, he would have alleviated his frustrations by now, launched himself at the boy. Even if he lost and got his ass kicked, he'd at least feel better, having gotten it off his chest. Talk is cheap. Sometimes, you just gotta talk with your hands and let the chips fall where they may.

But not today.

You ain't that person no more, he told himself. Just let it go, man. Just let it go. Normally, he didn't give a damn what anyone thought of him but, at this moment, all he could think about was what they would think if he swung first. 'Ew, who let this street rat in?' 'Does Kriegslowe recruit thugs now?' 'Gross, I don't want him covering me in a fight.' 'I thought Razul was bad, but this guy has serious anger issues.'

He barely knew anyone here, but felt compelled to not ruin this moment. This was where the rest of his life began. Screw this up, and what's left?

But every word out of the sparkly boy's mouth just piled insult on top of insult. He moved through the room like a tornado. One of his minions took the cookies, the entire basket. The fucking cookies! Is nothing sacred to these buffoons!? This had to end. Someone needed to put him in his place. It was the right thing to do! It was the heroic thing to do! In fact, not doing it would be disservice to everyone gathered here and a violation of the Kriegslowe code.

Falco laughed.

Something within him snapped and he suddenly laughed hard, doubled over, clutching his chest, slapping Thea on the shoulder as if the silent punchline to a cosmic joke had been delivered and it fractured every funnybone in his body. "I get it now," Falco said, when he finally caught his breath enough to speak. "Oh, wow, this is great. This is genius. Nice one, Viv. Ari, were you in on this, too, dude?" Falco said, wagging his finger at the centaur woman as well as the receptionist. "I was told you guys were waaaay cooler than the other guild branches, but I never imagined you'd prank us like this." He chuckled once more. "It's a test. He's an actor. They're allllll actors. You're testing us, to see how we react!" Falco threw up his hands, victoriously. "See, I didn't hit him! I can take a joke, haha! A good adventurer should be humble, right. 'Turn the other cheek' and whatnot. Haha! Okay, joke's over. Well-played. What did we win? Are we E Rank now?"

The pitious look in Viv's eyes told him this was certainly not a test and he hadn't won anything.

"Oh... okay... I see," a very disappointed Falco said with a slow nod. He shrugged. "Well, alright then. I'll take care of it." He reached for his dagger, only to have Viv block his path... with her sword. Oh.. oh shit, he thought, swallowing the lump in his throat.

"You are right about one thing, young man. The joke is most certainly over," Viv said in a low tone as she leveled the enormous blade at Razul. Despite an entire room's space standing between them, there was a frightening immediacy about such an unholy slab of steel. Standing this close to it, Falco could see it was obviously a ceremonial blade, its edges rounded. But the way she held it outstretched, at arm's length as if it weighed nothing, was far more frightening than the weapon itself.

"Ladies, you've done such a fine job of repairing the door. I think you should test it out, no?" Viv said, clearly referring to his trio of sychophants. But the stupefied looks on the girls' faces suggested subtlety was lost on them, so Viv spelled it out in plainer terms: "I'm telling you to leave," she said in a far less friendly tone, as she upended the sword and rested its tip on the floor with a heavy thump. "Return the cookies, get out, and do not return until explicitly given permission to do so. The next time you see Mr. Dazzle, he will either be in a pine box, an urn, or man enough to apologize to you for making a fool of himself and this institution." She smirked. "I will make a man of him. Now, go, prepare yourselves for his inevitable return."
Interaction(s): Reinhardt (Arien / Kaira) / RedArmyShogun (Thea) / AriAriAbabwa (Razul)
Mentions: Huntertabbysandshark3 (Risax) / Kenshin772 (Gaius) / Thalia_Neko (Hyss) / Topless (Sakura) / EmperorsChosen (Lucia)

 

[AI10100]

Thalgrukh
Location: Kriegslöwe Guild, Tylsen
Interacting with: AnonyMouse (Viv), AriAriAbabwa (Razul and co.)
Mentions: Kenshin772 (Gaius), RedArmyShogun (Thea), Thalia_Neko (Hyss), AnonyMouse (Falco), Huntertabbysandshark3 (Risax), Topless (Sakura), EmperorsChosen (Lucia)​

Tylsen was a lot different than Thorrik or Balkovis. For one, it was bigger than anything he had ever seen. If he hadn't received instructions from the merchant he had hitched a ride with, he probably would have taken more than a few minutes wandering around Tylsen looking for the guildhall. He made his way down the streets, noting the landmarks he surely would need to memorize in his stay here with the guild. There was a small temptation to veer off course and buy some food since he hadn't been able to eat for the day, but he shook it off and continued forward. The last thing he wanted to do was be late and make that his first impression.

His recruiter had claimed that the Kriegslöwen came from all walks of life— from nobles all the way down to village commoners like himself but Thal couldn't help but wonder if there were really a lot of outsiders entering the guild. The most interaction he had gotten from city folks were either merchants or adventurers seeking to make a name. It would be nice to see if he wasn't the only one out of his element, but he would have to adapt to this life eventually.

When he had gotten to the guildhall, he had to psyche himself up for a moment. It was the next step in life and he shouldn't turn back now. Or well, he really couldn't considering the fact that he had no way of going back home. He noted that the door seemed to have been fixed recently. Ignoring that small detail, he pushed open the door to see that a group had already congregated within the guildhall. Most of them were young— he really should have taken this leap of faith sooner huh?— gathered around a centaur... or well, the centaur seemed to have had her sword out and telling some girls to promptly leave. She mentioned the door being repaired. Thal looked back down at the door where he had noticed the patch up and couldn't help the smile on his face. It was honestly a bit impressive for a quick repair. Nevertheless, he seemed to have entered at an awkward moment and he looked torn on whether or not to leave the door open for the girls that were told to leave.

Thal settled for leaving the door open and stepping aside, planning to just close the door after they had left. Was this the right thing to do or would it seem disrespectful? Thal wasn't sure but there was no use in second guessing himself now that he had done it.

"Er, excuse me, but I'm not late, am I?" He cut through the atmosphere with the innocent question, his eyes falling on Viv who seemed to have been handling everyone for the most part. He had hoped that this wasn't the ceremony but it was best to make things clear. That's what his employer had always told him. If things were left vague, it would be difficult to be efficient and effective. A moment passed before he realized he hadn't even introduced himself. "Ah, I'm Thalgrukh from Balkovis." Okay, things could have definitely gone better for his first impression but, at this point, it really didn't feel like he had much to lose.

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

Risax
Location: Kriegslöwe Guild, Tylsen
interaction: AI10100 AnonyMouse AriAriAbabwa Topless RedArmyShogun Kenshin772 EmperorsChosen Thalia_Neko​

Risax waiting quietly form an answer to his admittedly somewhat silly since more people started filtering in, most prominent being a short male and a posey of female companions, obviously to Risax they where some kind of pompous noblemen’s child his seen many of them purchasing overpriced merchandise for the sake of showing off how rich they where this seemed no different. the reaction from the proper guild members was amusing scolding the pompous noble who’s name was Razul? Over there entrance almost damaging the door. For the moment Risax attention got pulled away but the arrival of a foxlike beastfolk whom seemed to be the experienced sort having the look of a hunter least the ones Risax had talked to before… or it could be determination Either or.

Even as more people filtered in Risax couldn’t really take his eyes off the scene being caused by the noble, maybe missing a few people entering, mainly because they’d spun around smacking their cap across someone’s face their expression being a surprised sort then turning to confidence, awkwardly complimenting Risax’s legs, and much like before Razul, had mistaken someone for the opposite sex. Though it did prompt an awkward exhale form risax namely because he rarely got compliments aside from that of the garments that he’d help out with. “Oh um.., thanks? But er if your worry it’s fine I’m not gonna eat you or anything mister noble kid, arachnophobia is kinda common“ Risax replied hair getting in the way as they needed to sorta stare down at Razul.

with the door fixed the centaur woman Vivienne, very very sternly ordered the nobles retainers out of the the guild hall since well they where not going to be joining.. Risax waited a little longer before moving over to take a cookie form the basket having wanted one for a little while. Once he’d achieved his goal there was another voice asking a similar kind of question to the one Risax had asked a little while ago, an Ovil-kin introducing himself as Thalgrukh. “No your defiantly not late maybe a bit early actually sir“ Risax putting on his best customer service voice out of pure habit.

 

[RedArmyShogun]

Thea Schuerer
Location: Kriegslöwe Guildhall, Tylsen​

In a whirlwind of activity, a man by name of Gaius made himself known, with his brief introduction it seemed her thoughts on the man had been a bit off base, despite his appearance and age, he was not there senior but rather a recruit himself, though he no doubt had some experience at this or soldiering in genral, she felt like. Next up Falco let out a slew of curses and speech that Thea barely understood. Was it something of the lower class in Tylsen? The spider beastman then introduced himself as Falco moved between the two, no doubt having caught sight of her initial interaction to the beast kin.

"Ah.. Well met, by all means please." With that she makes some room for him to get some of the cookies as well if he liked. Things proceeded to get more heated bit by bit as Vivienne introduced herself as Seigebreaker and Quad-Wing-Pegasus, being she was an A rank even knowledge of her was not unknown to Thea. This was not what the Knight had expected from the name, nor that such a famed Guilder would be here to see the likes of them with cookies in tow. Another girl then arrived, this one, and elf with silver hair, an eyepatch and clothing that struck her as a noble turned, or trying to turn adventurer who introduced herself to Vivienne, seemingly trying to ignore the odd situation around her.. Or maybe ignorant of it as the pair meet glances briefly. It was then that she took notice of another girl that had stayed out of the way much as she had, her skin was unnaturally pale and seemed to shimmer, hair pure white and clothing that seemed alien to anything else she had seen.

However, before she could do anything with this, more madness came. Or rather a reprieve before the escalation as Arien informs her she could get more cookies if she wanted them, or at least another one. He had mostly been nice to her, allowing her to stay in the barracks, though she wanted to find somewhere else, when possible, it was still a welcomed kindness she had to use for now. Nodding in response to him she reaches for another, nibbling on it as she watched the situation around her unfold.

It was then the storm was unleashed as the girls and the golden boy seemed utterly ignorant of the situation, they now found themselves in. Working on the door and even polishing his boots and fanning him, the young man then notices her and flirts, prompting the girls to stare at her with a look of jealousy if not hate, coughing a little at this and suppressing a chuckle or gaff Thea was about to say something as the situation escalated massively, Falco at first seemed to ignore all of this then had a breakdown of sorts, speaking in his strange fashion with much cursing as Vivienne drew steel, taking a couple steps to the side to get herself clear from them all, Thea knew this was a long time coming as the Centaur drove the girls from the guild and attempted to put both Falco and Razul in their place.

On a calmer note an Ovil-ken had made himself known with an introduction as he held the door open for the now ran off girls... Well unless they were stupid enough to stay. Nodding her head at his greeting.

"I think we all are on time, though for the sakes of us all I hope that time is sooner than later."

Mention: Various/all
Interaction: AI10100 Huntertabbysandshark3

 

[King Crimson]

Cressey
Current Location: Kriegslowe Guildhall, Tylsen
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As the sun rose above the verdant, green hills overlooking the town of Tylsen, a machine, marvelous in it's structure, trudging noisily across a well-worn dirt rode engraved upon the hill's face.
They had been traveling long into the early hours of the morning, before the sun had peaked above the horizon; merchants, nobles and commoners alike, all travelling in a small, iron box.
And sat among them, her hard-set eyes staring out the window, shaking off the last vestiges of sleep, one hopeful guild aspirant, if the large spear at her side were of any indication.
Her thoughts drifted, half-asleep, half-awake of the new life ahead of her, watching the sun as it slowly began a journey of it's own, rising into the summer sky.
"Oi! Tylsen, ho!" The carriage driver announced, snapping her fully awake, his voice harsh and grizzled with years of use, likely having said the same phrase numerous times before, until the words had scarred themselves deep unto his vocal cords.
After securing her lance once more, and slinging her bag over her shoulder, Cressey stepped off from the carriage of steel.
As she stretched and cracked out the stiffness that remained in her joints, she took one last look back at the carriage, as it chugged to life once more, riding away into the horizon by no power but it's own.
Quite the spectacle, one of the many testaments of the kingdom's trailblazing that she had come to find.
Facing forward, she took her first steps towards yet another marvel of Raeligard; the vast crossroads of Tylsen.

The village she had previously found refuge could charitably be described as "podunk," scarcely more than a few strings of buildings and fields surrounding a sizable harbor, among them a small branch of the Kriegslowe Guild, where she had received her training, along with a bit of Feln, in exchange for assisting the staff in keeping the ramshackle operation fit and running.
Tylsen, in comparison, boasted a sprawling metropolis that took her breath away, seeming to spread out farther than she could fathom, with marketplaces, neighborhoods, and much, much more.
And at it's epicenter, a tall, enigmatic spire, standing in solemn vigil over the town, a large, round clock sitting atop it's face.

The massive spire rang, a series of long, low, howling chimes, that reverberated across the land, numbering nine in total.
Nine o' clock.
Perfect. More than enough time to find the Tylsen guild branch, perhaps even enough to spend the rest of her Feln on a decent breakfast.

9:10.
Cressey inspected the various maps and signs posted around the city's entrance, drawing a mental map for herself of which route she ought to take.
Once she was satisfied, she ventured deeper into the city, confident she could find her way.
9:20.
A local bakery caught her eye, advertising freshly made bread, and refreshing tea.
A delightful breakfast was had, and Cressey left, her purse lighter, her stomach and spirit filled.
9:30.
She found herself in the center of a bustling marketplace. Merchants assailed her from every side, hawking their wares and services until she made it clear to them that she had no money to offer.
A woman with long, silvery hair was roughly ejected from a shop by it's brutish, burly owner, falling nearly at Cressey's feet, her voice still harsh and hoarse, nearly mannish in it's timber.
Quickly, Cressey made her leave.
9:40.
Having left the tumultuous maelstrom of the market, Cressey came to find that the roads unfamiliar to those she had memorized.
Had she strayed from her path?
No matter, she would simply keep walking, and eventually she would find her way back.
9:45.
No luck. She was even more lost than before.
Exasperated, she turned to asking the locals for directions.
With an odd chuckle, one elderly man obliged her.
9:50.
Following the man's directions, Cressey found herself before a large open field.
A group of children, armed with wooden swords and spears played, pretending to be the mighty heroes of the Kriegslowe Guild.
She was as far from amused, as she was from her destination.

10:00
Once more, the spire repeated it's slow, monotone chorus of long, rumbling bell chimes, this time numbering ten.
An entire hour spent searching, and still she was no closer to where she needed to be.
"Rrrgh!" a frustrated growl escaped from her lips, as she balled her fists, cursing into the empty, open air,
"How is anyone supposed to find anything in this stupid, bloody--!!"
The realization that she was standing in the shadow of something looming overhead abruptly took Cressey's thoughts away from the town's irritating infrastructure, and towards the building to her side; large, imposing, decorated in exquisite stained glass that painted the street below in faint prismatic color, depicting a fierce lion baring it's fangs, a four-pointed star held within it's maw.
Beneath it, painted in bold on a large sign, were the words "Kriegslöwe Guild of Tylsen."
"...Oh." Cressey mutely exclaimed, far more subdued, compared to her earlier flare.

Her search finally over, Cressey hurried towards the front door, her breath hitching in her throat.
She could faintly hear loud, raucous voices within, see a dim light that winked at her through the door's cracks, and very faintly, the tantalizing scent of...cinnamon?
Not what she was expecting from a guild of adventurers, but it was no matter.
Her hand shaking in excitement, Cressey took hold of the door's gilded, golden handle, gently pulled towards herself, aaand...
SNAP
...Gawked in wide-eyed surprise as it slid right out from the doorframe, and came away with her hand.
With veritably much less excitement, Cressy pushed the door open, and stepped through, her stern eyes drinking in the scene before her.
...Frankly, she couldn't quite fathom what she was looking at, all that she could register was that it was a far cry from what she was expecting.

Compared to her previous guild, which amounted to a few bored guardsmen, sailors, and a drunken lout of a captain, this branch of the Kriegslowe seemed to be from another world entirely.
The building itself was fine, (sans the doorknob still held in her hand); paintings and murals depicting battles fought and victories won, proof enough that this was indeed a branch of the Guild.
The people before her, however were a different matter; they were most certainly a colorful lot, an ovil-kin, several beastfolk of breeds she had never seen before, that silver-haired woman from the marketplace, and strangely enough, some manner of oaf standing atop a table.
At their center, a centaur beastwomen, armed to the teeth, her commanding presence taking dominion over the room.
Though, in this chaos, her authority seemed little more than a kite string trying to hold together a ship mast, a notable tension still hanging heavy in the air, and worn plainly on the faces of some present.
"What in blazes have I walked into?" Cressey wondered aloud, apprehensively taking another step into the guild hall.

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Interacting:
(Everyone)

 

[AriAriAbabwa]

Scene 3: Antics and Apology
Synopsis: Razul Dazzle is in trouble! His troupe has been chased off, leaving the hero alone with an angry centaur and thief! Not even that long into Kriegslowe's initiation, how will the brave and steadfast Razul handle this?
Additional Cast: AnonyMouse (Vivi, Falco) AI10100 (Thal) Huntertabbysandshark3 (Risax)

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The deafening outburst coming from the higher-ranking adventurer stunned the whole troupe into silence. Each of the girls looked at Razul, unsure of what to do. He exhaled a breath, leaning his head on a hand. "You can all go."

Girl B folded her fan away with an annoyed glare at Girl A. "I told you we weren't allowed in here!"

Girl gently put the basket of cookies back the table, looking sheepish. "B-But how will we cheer him on? I've been doing everything I can to stay by his side! I can't just let him go, now, after destroying the other carriage's wheel to make him sit in the carriage with us!"

"Wait, that was you—?"

With a serene smile as ever, Girl C waved the two others over. "My, my! Relax, dearie, we won't be separated for long. That's why I booked the nearby inn! It has a bathhouse and everything!"

The young Girl A's eyes sparkled. "Ooh! A bathhouse?!"

"Aren't you easy to please?" said Girl B with a scoff. "Anyway, all the trouble's made me hungry a bit. Do you think that meat skewer stall from earlier is still open?"

"Now that you mention it, I think there was a jewelry shop near that stall! Wanna go—?" The girls calmly headed through the door, each giving a polite nod to the ovil-ken who held the door open. Ironically, their attitudes became normal without Razul Dazzle's influence.

Now, he sat silently before the perturbed Vivi. When he rose, his movements were more mellowed. Razul rubbed the back of his head with an adamant, somewhat ashamed smile. "I suppose I should apologize once again. It is never my intention to cause such a commotion, especially for a first impression; those girls act out on their own and I'd find it impudent of me to refuse them." His eyes widened at the slip of the tongue, quickly waving his hands around as though he made yet another critical error. "Not to say they're troublesome or anything, not at all! They're charming once you get to know them."

Razul flicked his gaze to Risax, masking a split-second's worth of a shudder. "And that is hasty of you to assume I suffer from arachnophobia! You simply caught me off guard!"

But back to the main issue; the people here didn't appreciate his shiny heroism, and Razul could respect that. It was exactly unheroic to ignore one's words, after all. Razul Dazzlewhipped his cape around, striking a cool pose that would normally get his fan girls swooning. "You needn't to worry, I'm quite the spectacle even when I'm quiet."

Before anything else, though, Razul Dazzle pointed his gaze at the crazy, laughing person from earlier who said stuff about a test. "Also, something has been rubbing me the wrong way, but..." He pointed to Falco, genuinely concerned. "He's awfully not sane for a beggar, isn't he? Taking offense from my donation, laughing and ranting so abruptly; is there anything I should be aware of? It's not my intent to start any potential conflict later on, that would be horrendous of me to act without understanding."

 

[AnonyMouse]

Falion "Falco" Cauphix​

Location: Tylsen Guild Hall​

Falco's anger gradually melted away as Vivienne put Sparkles and his posse in their place. When she summarily dismissed the three girls, the narcissistic young man's ego seemed to noticeably deflate, now that he had no one there to feed his delusions. However, those same delusions still persisted. It was actually rather sad to behold. As he continued to ramble on and on, his voice seemed to fade away as Falco finally began to feel calm enough to properly take in his surroundings instead of fixating on the obnoxious boy.

More people had arrived. The room was starting to fill up. A cute fox girl had appeared in the midst of the chaos and, although Falco had noticed her earlier, he didn't really notice her until now. Specifically, that tail! So fluffy and white. He felt an overwhelming urge to stroke it, bury his face in it -- and not even in a sexual way! (Okay, maybe a little.) Also, a gorgeous cascarieth had approached the desk... with an eye patch. Strange, but not a problem at all. I can see past that, Falco thought, smirking slighty at his unspoken joke -- definitely in a sexual way. And, lastly, a tiny blonde even shorter than him had just come through the door, toting a spear taller than the was. Not sexy, unfortunately, but very adorable.

In short, (pun unintended,) the world was full of fun possiblities, he just had to go out and seize them. Heh, and I was worried this adventuring thing would be a sausage fest. This is great, Falco thought as his hands found their way back into this pockets. His shoulders relaxed, his posture sagged. That murderous look in his eyes had faded away long ago, revealing a slightly mischieveous look and a self-satisfied grin. Things're lookin up. Today's my day, Sparkles just doesn't know it yet.

"He's awfully not sane for a beggar, isn't he?"

Huh? Falco's eyes drifted to his old nemesis, but not in anger this time. Just a lazily curious glance which seemed to silently ask, 'dafuck you want now, dude?'

"Taking offense from my donation, laughing and ranting so abruptly..." Sparkles went on to say. "Is there anything I should be aware of? It's not my intent to start any potential conflict later on, that would be horrendous of me to act without understanding."

"L'il late for that, pal..." Falco muttered, still looking rather disinterested, despite feeling somewhat triggered by this boy talking about him, as if he wasn't standing right here.

Even though Viv had sheathed her sword and was no longer obscuring the path between them, she was still there, less that two steps away from literally throwing them both through the door if he even thought of throwing hands at this dumbass. Her smile had returned but he knew that meant nothing; she would body them both in a heartbeat without the slightest change in her expression.

But, despite all of that, it was Thea's presence that lingered in Falco's mind more than Viv's. Because while Viv held the physical high ground, the mental image of the armored girl clutching her religious icon held the moral high ground and gnawed at him in ways getting pummeled by a horse-ox-goat-woman never could. He didn't give two shits about Aurelia, but Thea reminded him a little too much of the church sisters back home and all the things he'd put them through.

"Yo, Sparkles." With a small grunt, Falco thrust out his hand. "The beggar has a name, asshole," he said, nodding for Razul to come over and... uggggh... shake his hand. "Falion Cauphix. My friends call me 'Falco.' I thought I was doing you a favor by laughing at your stupid comedy routine, since no one else did. Maybe shut up for five seconds and read the room next time. If we're gonna fight and possibly die together, that's the least you can do, man."

Interaction(s): AriAriAbabwa (Razul)
Mentions: Reinhardt (Arien) / AI10100 (Thal) / RedArmyShogun (Thea) / Huntertabbysandshark3 (Risax) / Kenshin772 (Gaius) / Thalia_Neko (Hyss) / Topless (Sakura) / EmperorsChosen (Lucia) / King Crimson (Cressey)

 

[Aurke]

Seyeva Nichor​

Location: Arriving to the Kriegslöwen Guild Hall​

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As the clock tower's bell rang as the clock had hit the new hour, a young fox, one who'd been sleeping rather comfortably in the temporary arrangements of a room, sleeping soundly before his eyes fluttered awake, taking in the almost-familiar sight of the room. It felt familiar. The chirping of the birds, the light gently seeping in through the window, showing off the outside world in an almost picturesque manner, and the look of the room. More specifically, that table which held a sole candle, lit seemingly earlier, and halfway melted. A few of his papers, however- drafts for letters to a variety of people, namely family- were strewn about, with the beastman slowly getting out from the covers of the bed and grabbing his typical attire, heading to the lavatory in order to change into it and buttoning on the cowl in order to complete the look. And with such a change complete, he walked out of the lavatory and walked to the table. Firstly he- WHAM! Ouch! It seemed he was going to trip over his own sheathed sword. Specifically, it had fallen from being perched against the table to downwards. And in his fall, the fox smacked the candle with his hand and the table with his cheek, shocked at the fall for just a moment before quickly getting up to put the candle in its rightful place, even blowing it out so as to not start a fire and potentially cause massive amounts of damage. Well. That's over... But jeez- ow my face, foot, and- well really everything. real nice way to start off a morning, huh? His thoughts, rather downtrodden in nature, were nothing new, given how he was no grouch, but when it came to things such as getting hurt by one's own sword, it merely served to sully his mood ever-so-slightly, with him reverting to his chipper smile after composing himself again, staring at a note with some hot wax starting to pool on it. And so, he crumpled it up, throwing away the paper in order to just get rid of the dirtied draft. Luckily, the letter to his family was undamaged, placing that on the bottom of the stack to hide it from any possible damages that it could sustain. Yet regardless, he grabbed his sword from the ground, wearing the weapon as he opened the door, the natural light of day and artificial light of the inside of the guild flooding his eyes for the moment while his eyes adjusted.

It was a rather beautiful locale, walking on the wooden floors as he made it to the stairs, descending down them to see the main hall, a beautifully arranged room with many glass mosaics decorating the walls as windows, colored light seeping through and further decorating the guild's main room. A wonderful moment to see in the morning, yet the fox's face still fairly sore as he still recovered from the shock of getting a desk to the face. Regardless, he walked past the receptionist's desk, and walked into the room, the main door open behind him as he just stared into the chaos of the lobby. A centaur lady, one armed heavily, taller than he with hair platinum as the relics he'd seen only travelling merchants own, staring for a moment before seeing the rest of the room. Various humans, a giant beastman of the arachnid variety, a beastwoman of his own species- Wait what? A fellow fox beastman? Why hadn't he seen her before? Regardless, a few caskarieth were about as well, but overall it was... Oh dear was it chaotic. To a normal person, various overlapping conversations were fairly normal and manageable, but for Seyeva, the smaller room combined with the ruckus of conversations was absolute, true chaos. A little painful, truth be told, but he was fine enough, looking as there were various different interactions going on between them. Do they all know each other? But my ears hurt... Jeez is this how I'm going to be every morning now? A fair complaint to have, given his usual routine of enjoying and partaking in quieter activities from his younger years, so being thrust into the chaotic and loud room was a bit of a culture shock to him. Yet it was strangely nostalgic, seeing so many people almost... was excited the word? He couldn't think very well with all the noise, so it was hard to even think. Maybe it was just the morning and noise though, he couldn't be sure. Nevertheless, he sighed, moving deeper into the room to approach the centaur woman to figure out if this indeed was the right place.

"Ma'am? My name is Seyeva Nichor, Apologies if I'm late, but is this where this purported meeting is to take place? Or am I in the wrong room?" Sey hadn't noticed the grogginess in his voice before he'd spoken to the woman, a clear showing of him having recently awoken and whatnot, set with the wiping of his eyes once more as if to clear his face of drowsiness, he blinked before putting on a slightly warmer smile than the more tired one he'd had, even if he knew that was more because of the noise hurting his head slightly, not taking in much else details wise, except for the fact that the main door was apparently open as he turned to look back there. There was someone back there when he'd passed by it? Indeed there was, an Ovil-Ken clearly keeping it open for the outsiders entering the guild itself. Well he was too far now, so with the totally most subtle turn back to the lady, he was just giving a more lively look. Surely he'd be fine, right? Right. Although he still did have his eyes wander a little, trying to spot anything else of note to in fact, take notice of.

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Direct Interactions: Vivienne (AnonyMouse)​