Fantasy The Order ( New RP Made for this )

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Within the Mortal Realm there was a guild called The Order, run by brothers Aril ( TheImmortalDeity ) and Kirit ( LokiPokie ). It was one of the many magic guilds within the lawless lands, designed for mercenaries with grey morality. One day a mercenary from the guild could be hired to save a village and the next day they could be hired again to slaughter the village. It offered it's members fame, respect, protection, free alcohol, and good pay. That was until the owners, Aril and Kirit showed themselves to the public less frequently. Overtime their appearances were extremely scarce and the guild became unpopular and abandoned. This has changed within the recent month. Their great grandniece, Isabel made efforts to take on missions and spread the guilds fame. She also made it her job to recruit new members. The guild is still under the leadership of Aril and Kirit but they still refrain from showing themselves, simply using their great grandniece as a messenger. For the past month the guild is slowly reclaiming its former glory, despite what unfortunate events may sit before it.

( Character Sheet: https://www.rpnation.com/threads/the-order-character-sheets.334674/ )
( Overview: https://www.rpnation.com/threads/the-order-overview-and-lore.334672/ )
( OOC: https://www.rpnation.com/threads/the-order.334690/ )

 

[Lotusy]

(I've been given the go to post, so let's do this)

Gurak​

For a "chef" like Gurak, this was heaven. A pretty meaty heaven. Recently, he'd been receiving more meat from lots of different sources, and it just made him a happy orc. He'd gotten cuts from the butcher, wild animals - hell, a suspicious-looking pile of meat turned up on the guild's back doorstep morning, but Gurak didn't care. He just mixed it in with the patties. Besides, meat of any kind was good for the people (or other supernatural beings) he was serving. God knows what the some of the scrawnier-looking guild members were being fed before he got there.

"Meat, coming out!" Pulling out a few warm sausage links, wrapping them in bacon, and grabbing a hunk of medium rare flesh, Gurak threw the meaty assortment onto a plate and took it to the front of the mess hall. "Come and get it! Sausage, bacon, and, er..." The orc took a long, hard look at the mystery meat before shrugging. "Beef! Sausage and beef!" Letting a hearty laugh at absolutely nothing at all, Gurak slapped a puny roll on the plate before pushing the meaty abomination across the counter, where it joined a couple more unclaimed meaty horrors on plates. "C'mon, don't be shy! It's just meat!" The orc yelled as he stood over his creations like a very proud Dr. Frankenstein. "It'll get cold, you know!"

Pandora​

Pandora hated how people needed food to survive. If it were up to her to design humans (and she'd thought through this multiple times), she would have made them able to hide out for as long as they wanted, preferably being able to make explosives on their own, too. That last part was more of a quality-of-life thing than a necessity, but Pandora still wanted it. The skittish girl was halfway through wiring a stick of dynamite to the underside of her table as a "Plan B" before Gurak started bellowing about meat, almost causing her to drop the stick and making her unleash a slew of, well, unkind words about orcs that started to sound like a conspiracy theory by the end of her rant. Something along the lines of orcs using human meat to fly back to Orclandia - it didn't really matter. Times like these made her want to just blow someone up, but apparently that was "against the rules," and "dangerous," or something to that effect.

Following the orders of a growling stomach and a yelling orc, Pandora stood up, avoided the beartraps lying by her chair, and headed over to the counter with the heaps of meat. She'd half a mind to take the food and dump it - she heard that pause in his voice, after all, and her mind was already springing to wild conclusions like a broken jack-in-the-box. Maybe it was the meat of her parents - not that she cared, or some synthetic meat to... bring back a mighty race of orcs? Okay, the theory wasn't complete, but it was still there. "Thanks," she muttered, snatching up a plate of mystery meat and heading back to her fortified table. Of course, in the time she was away, the unfinished wire slipped her mind, and when she accidentally triggered it, two bear traps snapped shut, splintering a chair's legs and then the chair itself. Simultaneously afraid that it was her fault and that it wasn't her fault, Pandora took a tentative step back. "Hey, can someone help me clean this up? Please?"

Anyone who's ready to interact.

 

[Skaggon]

Gabriel ​

Gabriel had just finished his next goal on a personal mission of his. He was happy that it wasn't a violent thing this time. The witch was paranoid but answered any question he had. He was a little disappointed athat the fact that theyou were so willing to comply. He liked fighting other wizards even if it wasn't to the death. They always freaked out when their attack wouldn't work. He recited his spell for teleportation. A magic circle appeared at his feet. He teleportation to the Orc and was immediately hit with the smell of cooked meat. He heard the trap go off and was confused on what was happening. "What's happening?" He looked at the meat and made himself a plate of bacon and some sausage and started eating showing only a little portion of his mouth to nimble on it. He stood away from the others looking at the chair. He continued to eat the food hoping it was safe.
Lotusy

 

[Lotusy]

Pandora​

Pandora stared down at the sprung traps, kicking aside stray woodchips as she debated whether or not this had been an attempt on her life. I mean, it couldn't have been her fault, right? Definitely not. Maybe it was the meat. The hunk of charred flesh was looking awfully suspicious on its little plate.

As she kept up this train of thought, another guild member, Gabriel, teleported in and asked a question whose answer seemed obvious to Pandora in the situation, earning him a quick glare. He seemed suspicious, too - though not for any particular reason. Pandora was suspicious of anyone regardless. "Uh, hello?" She asked, gesturing at the pile of broken wood. "Trap went off. Trap. T-R-A-P, kinda snaps shut when you step on it - you know what I mean, you've seen them before." She kicked some more chips aside before taking another step and pointing towards the traps again. "Anyways, two of those things went off on this chair. Be glad it wasn't the dynamite," she said, reaching under the table and taking the small red stick out. "Well don't just stand and gawk. You've lived here long enough, haven't you? This isn't news." The statement was followed up by another suspicious glare, though Pandora's face was usually stuck like that anyways.

Finally closing the gap between herself and the traps, Pandora gave each of them a quick tap, and when they seemed to be fully triggered, she began to disarm them. "So, do you want to be a gentleman and help me out here?" She yelled. "These woodchips aren't cleaning themselves!"

Skaggon

 

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Isabel
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Isabel throws open the wooden double doors of the guild, gripping a leather bag of seeds tightly within her hands. It was early morning and her day was absolutely amazing. It was a simple mission today, sure she had to skip breakfast but she at least she got something out of the mission. With these seeds they could grow their own farm and or garden in the back of the guild. Which means they wouldn't have to have meat every damn day. No offense to the orc but Isabel isn't the type to eat the same type of food frequently. Her only hopes were that these seeds would grow edible vegetables and fruit rather than flowers. As soon as the once intoxicating smell of meat hit her nose, Isabel felt her stomach churn in a not-so-good way. Perplexed, that was the word explaining her stance on the food situation. She just didn't know what to do and potentially becoming a vegetarian was her only option. "Goodbye badass protein." The girl mumbles to herself while hiding the bag of seeds behind her back with her left hand. Fear wasn't the reason why she was doing this, she just didn't want to hurt his feelings.

Isabel continues to scoot along the walls of the guild, completely forgetting the fact that doing so draws more attention to herself. "Hey guys, goodmorning! I hope breakfast is okay. My mission was great, thank you for asking!" Nobody had asked anything of her yet. Isabella's face was full of nervous energy and her movements were swift. She was already passing the bar to travel down the hall beyond it. This hall would take her to the back door where the open backyard is. "Just had to escort an old woman and carry stuff for her! Hahahahaha, I'm going to the back have a nice day!" The laughter was suspicious and the sentence afterwards was choppy and rushed. Regardless of that, Isabel had already passed the bar table and was racing down the hall. ( Lotusy Skaggon )

 

[Skaggon]

Pandora​

Pandora stared down at the sprung traps, kicking aside stray woodchips as she debated whether or not this had been an attempt on her life. I mean, it couldn't have been her fault, right? Definitely not. Maybe it was the meat. The hunk of charred flesh was looking awfully suspicious on its little plate.

As she kept up this train of thought, another guild member, Gabriel, teleported in and asked a question whose answer seemed obvious to Pandora in the situation, earning him a quick glare. He seemed suspicious, too - though not for any particular reason. Pandora was suspicious of anyone regardless. "Uh, hello?" She asked, gesturing at the pile of broken wood. "Trap went off. Trap. T-R-A-P, kinda snaps shut when you step on it - you know what I mean, you've seen them before." She kicked some more chips aside before taking another step and pointing towards the traps again. "Anyways, two of those things went off on this chair. Be glad it wasn't the dynamite," she said, reaching under the table and taking the small red stick out. "Well don't just stand and gawk. You've lived here long enough, haven't you? This isn't news." The statement was followed up by another suspicious glare, though Pandora's face was usually stuck like that anyways.

Finally closing the gap between herself and the traps, Pandora gave each of them a quick tap, and when they seemed to be fully triggered, she began to disarm them. "So, do you want to be a gentleman and help me out here?" She yelled. "These woodchips aren't cleaning themselves!"

Skaggon

Isabel
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Isabel throws open the wooden double doors of the guild, gripping a leather bag of seeds tightly within her hands. It was early morning and her day was absolutely amazing. It was a simple mission today, sure she had to skip breakfast but she at least she got something out of the mission. With these seeds they could grow their own farm and or garden in the back of the guild. Which means they wouldn't have to have meat every damn day. No offense to the orc but Isabel isn't the type to eat the same type of food frequently. Her only hopes were that these seeds would grow edible vegetables and fruit rather than flowers. As soon as the once intoxicating smell of meat hit her nose, Isabel felt her stomach churn in a not-so-good way. Perplexed, that was the word explaining her stance on the food situation. She just didn't know what to do and potentially becoming a vegetarian was her only option. "Goodbye badass protein." The girl mumbles to herself while hiding the bag of seeds behind her back with her left hand. Fear wasn't the reason why she was doing this, she just didn't want to hurt his feelings.

Isabel continues to scoot along the walls of the guild, completely forgetting the fact that doing so draws more attention to herself. "Hey guys, goodmorning! I hope breakfast is okay. My mission was great, thank you for asking!" Nobody had asked anything of her yet. Isabella's face was full of nervous energy and her movements were swift. She was already passing the bar to travel down the hall beyond it. This hall would take her to the back door where the open backyard is. "Just had to escort an old woman and carry stuff for her! Hahahahaha, I'm going to the back have a nice day!" The laughter was suspicious and the sentence afterwards was choppy and rushed. Regardless of that, Isabel had already passed the bar table and was racing down the hall. ( Lotusy Skaggon )

Gabriel​

Gabriel didn't mind the passive agression. He was tempted to watch her do it but decided against it. He spoke his mending spell and the chair slowly fixed themselves he didn't put effort into the spell so it would be slow. "So why are you rigging chairs with traps? Or do you just hate wooden furniture?" He watched Isabel go by. He would have asked her about the mission but he was already dealing with two other people and eating bacon that wasn't sitting well. He would eventually need to find something to eat that isn't full of grease. He missed pancakes. "Should we ask about Isabel? She's not good at hiding thing. Meh she'll tell us eventually." He put down his now empty plate. "Thanks Gurak for the food."

Aleksander ​

Aleksander could smell the meat before he walked in. He was great full for the food but meat had lost its allure. "Gurak do you make eggs? That's protein I figure you would be all over that. Or maybe some hashbrowns. But thank you." He grabbed a few sausage links and walked where Isabel had gone. He heard what she said and it sound suspicious. He caught up with her outside. "Hello Isabel how was your mission? You seemed in a bit of a rush earlier so I was curious if everything was ok."

 

[GingerBread]

Vance​

Shortly after Isabel had made her way through the guild, in quite possibly the most suspicious way. Vance walked in, grabbing a bottle of whisky and a glass from the bar, before sitting down at a table nearby to everyone who was eating. "You know, I don't know why. But today I expected decent food. I know, I know. I ask for too much" Vance remarked to Gurak as he poured himself a drink. "I guess expecting a so called chef to make food that doesn't taste like a literal pile of shit, is just too much" Vance shrugged as he kicked his feet up onto the table and took a swig from his drink. He hadn't actually tasted the food himself, he was just taking a cheep shot at Gurak and anyone that actually ate the food; Vance wasn't in a great mood, after being forced to go on a 'mission' with Isabel, so she could get some seeds and plant some flowers or some crap like that. He would've preferred to just stay and drink.. or do anything that didn't involve having to go pick up some stupid seeds,

Lotusy Skaggon

 

[Pacificus]

Within a seedy tavern in San Francisco...

At a table in the back sat five individuals. One of them, Sam, blew some smoke from his mouth as he twirled a cigarette in his right hand. In his left, he held five cards. It took every muscle in his face not to smile. The highest item currently on the table was a magic dagger, belonging to a white-haired elf. The game of poker had been going on for some time. Sam currently had his horse on the line as he and the female elf ranger had been trying to one up each other ever since he called her a lightweight. Excitement bubbled inside him as the other three folded, convinced their hands were inferior. And they were right. Now only the elf was left. She stared him down and he reciprocated her steely gaze. She played her hand, a royal flush. She smiled smugly at him. Sam began giggling like a child. He played is hand, aces high. The elfs smile disappeared immediately. Sams giggle elevated into a cackle. The elf threw her cards down in exasperation and stormed away while Sam gathered his winnings in his hat. 75 gold coins, a bottle of grog and a magical dagger. He didn't know what it did, but it was his now. "Nothin' better than blue-baillin' an elf." he quipped as of the men gathered the cards and began shuffling them for another game. Sam took a swig from the bottle o' grog and checked the time. He could afford himself an hour before heading out.

 

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Julie
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From the rumors flying around, Julie was in the right town and tavern. She had finally reached the end of her journey or at least the climax of it. She was interested in the anatomy of humans but so far nobody in America would allow her to experiment on them. She could take someone forcefully but this process would require months of research and that's just something she doesn't want to deal with. Having to continuously subdue an unwilling patient was tedious. Through he grapevine she heard there was an ex-Marshall who was brace enough to potentially take on being her test subject for a few months, if the pay was adequate. Watching the elf run off in anger she could take a few guesses as to where he must be. Julie looks at these several spots she took a guess at, asking around for his location whenever she was wrong. That's exactly when she saw the man, already in a new card game. Julie considered it to be a useless thing to do but she couldn't judge her potential patients taste.

She walks past him and stands beside the opposing player, swiping their items off the table. She replaces it with a hefty leather bag, releasing the sound of gold coins once it hit the table. "150 gold coins on the table, it's yours if you hear me out. You have something I have interest in. Listen to what I have to say and all of this is yours. Agree to my terms afterwards and there will be more in store. I happen to be from a wealthy family. People tell me that you're a prime man, Sam, who also likes his fair share. I would hate for those rumors to be wrong. They're true, aren't they?" Julie slowly started pushing the bag over to him but kept an iron grip on it while raising an eyebrow. As if asking him if he's willing to talk. ( Pacificus )

 

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Isabel
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Isabel was about to open the bag to reveal the seeds within it but was interrupted by a voice. A yelp escapes her throat while she turns around, facing the owner of the question. Once she saw Aleksander she believed she could lie to him about it and get away with it. Sure it's a bad thing to do but she couldn't spoil her intentions just yet. "N-no I'm fine, thanks for checking up on me, Sander." Isabel gives him a bright smile filled with appreciation. A step is taken towards him and the girl gently rests her free hand on his chest. "You're a really nice guy, I mean that. Checking up on me was really sweet of you. I need to get back to what I was doing though, by myself." She backs up and keeps the smile going. Waving at him for a final goodbye before turning around. ( Skaggon )

 

[Lotusy]

Gurak​

Gurak was a bit happier once everyone started coming down and actually eating the food, giving a nod and a grin in response when Gabriel thanked him for the food and waving to Aleksander as he left the mess hall, making a mental note about eggs. Times like these made Gurak proud. Granted, it wasn't the best, but he appreciated it when some of these guys actually showed some manners, as opposed to...

"Oh, morning, Vance. Looks like somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed today." The orc chef only stared down at the sitting guild member as he rambled a bit about the terrible cooking, only stepping forward to reclaim the bottle, wipe the edge, and plug it back up. In the end, Gurak only shrugged off the comments. People had different tastes, and although he usually murdered vegetarians after a couple of minutes, he still respected their preferences. Well, a bit. It's easier to cater to a corpse.

Besides, this was Vance. As much as it got under his skin, he'd heard worse criticisms with much more colorful language, and he knew Vance was probably in a bad mood anyways. He always was. "Right, right. But you should really eat. That whiskey on an empty stomach isn't doing you any favors, you know." That last statement sounded a bit too kind for a tough orc like Gurak, so he paused for a moment before a toothy grin stretched across his face. "If not, then don't you have a lady friend to tag along with? I think she went that way... specifically, out of this mess hall."

GingerBread

Pandora​

Pandora rolled her eyes at the slow mending spell cast by Gabriel. Granted, she'd definitely been a bit harsh, but she felt no remorse for a possible perpetrator in her web of conspiracies, and especially not because of some fixing spell. For all she knew he could have mended it to trip her, or maybe her was working with the orc or something more bizarre. In the end, she just made a mental note to rig the hallway between their rooms with extra traps tonight. If it worked, it was one more red pin for her conspiracy board.

What really caught Pandora's attention, however, was the super-suspicious manner Isabel had run through with. Granted, this with with a couple of the conspiracy theories she had, like the "Isabel doesn't have a back and is piloted by mice" theory or the "Isabel is Peter Pan and has no shadow" theory, but overall she didn't really stress about it too much, at least compared to the normal way she stressed. Isabel was the one who coaxed her into the guild in the first place, and out of all the guild's members, she "trusted" her the most. "Trust", of course, meaning that there wasn't dynamite under the floorboards of her hall. Still, though, that activity was suspicious, though Pandora wasn't quite the type to just physically follow a hunch. She didn't want to get taken to Neverland just yet, and she definitely didn't want to be caught in anything dangerous - it was Pandora Rule #1, after all. When Gabriel wondered if they should follow her, Pandora took her chance. Pretending to wave it off like it was nothing, she egged him on a bit. "Oh, definitely! I mean, take it from me, that's pretty suspicious. I'd go, but you know, there's this," she said, gesturing towards the traps. "But by all means, follow her! And tell me what happens!" With that, she kicked the chair upright and gathered the traps before heading for the exit. She would definitely take an alternate route to find Isabel, and just maybe figure out if she was piloted by mice. That's be one more theory down, anyways.

Skaggon Anyone if they need to intercept her in the halls

 

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Abigail​

Abigail cheerfully hummed a melody which consisted of no rhythm, she looked around the room at all the other members with joyful curiosity. "I'm so excited to learn more peoples stories." She whispered to herself, just loud enough for her Charlotte to hear what she said. She watched as the orc threw the meat onto a plate, however the sight and smell of this 'meat' made her feel slightly sick. She also watched a new man walk into the building and claim any area as his own I wonder what made him wake up on the wrong side of the bed She thought as he took over the bar. jinxs She quickly thought after hearing the orc say what she though, almost as if they stole the idea right from under her nose or from their mind. Her attention changed again as she watched this girl play around with explosives and then flinched when the table exploded "What on earth is she doi...POINTY HAT!" She exclaimed half way through her sentence, she jumped out of her chair and grabbed Charlotte's hand and jumped up and down with excitement by this mans costume. She pointed at the man "CHARLOTTE LOOK! THATS SUCH A COOL OUTFIT! LOOK AT IT! LOOK! THINK ABOUT HIS STORIES!" She excitedly called out, looking at her sister with overwhelming delight.
Magical Squid Senpai Skaggon

 

[GingerBread]

Vance​

Vance looked up at Gurak as he took his bottle of whisky from him with no more than mild annoyance. He drunk the rest of the drink he'd poured for himself before placing the glass back onto the table. "Right, so first off. I'd rather die of starvation than eat the crap you call food. And secondly, If you wanna live for longer than.. say the next five minutes. I'd suggest that you give me my whisky back." Vance shrugged and took his feet off of the table, sitting properly at the table. "Unless you want to be food for the rats, then by all means carry on. And hey, maybe you'd make decent food for once. But.. I'd rather relax than have to put in the effort to kill you, no matter how little it is" Vance picked up his glass and held it out towards Gurak. "Unless... you wanted to pour all my drinks for me" He thought for a moment before placed his glass back on the table. "Though given how bad your food is, I'm not sure I trust you do even that."

Vance hated being dragged around by Isabel, and wanted to take any opportunity to relax that he could. And he wasn't opposed to 'getting rid' of someone who decides it'd be a good idea to disrupt his peace, by say, trying to take his drink away from him. "Oh and once you've given me my drink back, you could go and incinerate that 'food' you made.. maybe then it'd actually be edible. I mean, I've never seen anything that's made me want to swear off eating meat, as much as your cooking does. I mean, I doubt a drunk would even touch it. It's that bad" Vance smiled up at Gurak as he kicked his feet back up onto the table. He was expecting to have his drink get given back, and to be left well enough alone.. at least until Isabel ended up dragging him somewhere again.

Lotusy

 

[Pacificus]

Julie
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From the rumors flying around, Julie was in the right town and tavern. She had finally reached the end of her journey or at least the climax of it. She was interested in the anatomy of humans but so far nobody in America would allow her to experiment on them. She could take someone forcefully but this process would require months of research and that's just something she doesn't want to deal with. Having to continuously subdue an unwilling patient was tedious. Through he grapevine she heard there was an ex-Marshall who was brace enough to potentially take on being her test subject for a few months, if the pay was adequate. Watching the elf run off in anger she could take a few guesses as to where he must be. Julie looks at these several spots she took a guess at, asking around for his location whenever she was wrong. That's exactly when she saw the man, already in a new card game. Julie considered it to be a useless thing to do but she couldn't judge her potential patients taste.

She walks past him and stands beside the opposing player, swiping their items off the table. She replaces it with a hefty leather bag, releasing the sound of gold coins once it hit the table. "150 gold coins on the table, it's yours if you hear me out. You have something I have interest in. Listen to what I have to say and all of this is yours. Agree to my terms afterwards and there will be more in store. I happen to be from a wealthy family. People tell me that you're a prime man, Sam, who also likes his fair share. I would hate for those rumors to be wrong. They're true, aren't they?" Julie slowly started pushing the bag over to him but kept an iron grip on it while raising an eyebrow. As if asking him if he's willing to talk. ( Pacificus )

"Ready for another round fellas?" Sam said with a smirk and as the cards were dealt. He was about to pick up his hand when a young girl swiped all the items off and laid a heavy bag onto the table. It jingled with the unmistakable sounds of gold. Though caught off guard, Sam listened carefully to her words. "150 gold gold coins if you only hear me out." His cigarette nearly fell out of his mouth. He was suspicious, but the girl spoke with confidence and she definitely meant business. He decided to take the chance. "You got yourself a deal, little lady. What do you have to say?" He leaned forward attentively but made no motion to get up from his seat.

 

[LokiPokie]

Kirit​

It was with a sudden jolt that Kirit awoke, bound to his wheelchair as he was every morning. "Hwoohah, there's quite the ruckus downstairs," he sputtered out of his ancient scales, adding a remniscient chuckle at the end. Though it could easily be assumed the senile old man was speaking to himself, it was actually to his rousing brother. After all, time has passed considerably since the two would indulge in the commotion of the lower floor, and it was still something Kirit remembered fondly. Abruptly, he halted his nostalgic thinking, as reminiscing any longer would simply waste the brothers' precious waking moments. "Aril, wake up you lazy amphibian," he spat. "Time is of the essence you senile toad!" TheImmortalDeity ​

 

[TheImmortalDeity]

Aril awoke to a stifled sneeze, the sound of an disgusting snort of boogers resounding under his mask. Considering that the dimly lit room was hardly cleaned, even with Ispablo coming in and out of the place all the time, there was plenty of dust clouds roaming around. Why did he have to deal with the untidiness of others? He offered a place for the girl to stay, yet she can’t even clean his room? Rude. He will send a complaint later. The piece of trash that keeps saying she is related to him needs to learn some room service if she wants to leave a fulfilled life.


Craning his head to get a good look at his much too lively brother, Aril would let out a set of creaks and groans when shifting out of his chair, his muscles straining to hold him up during the entire process. Weighed down from his tattered apparel, there were times when he wished that stripping naked and flaunting himself around the place wasn’t morally incorrect. Not even noting the snarky remarks from Kirit, he’d grumble to himself about something along the lines of not getting enough money to pay off for the bills this week, even though he didn’t ever take any jobs to be paid for anymore.


“I’m awake, I’m awake, damn it! Shut up before I lock you in a room with that one girl that you hate,” he’d say, not even bothering to take the time to think of their name. “All I hear is people screaming about their meat.”

Adjusting the edges of his hood to cover his greying hair, there was a low groan emitted from his person. “If you truly want to head out there, then do whatever the hell you want. It wouldn’t hurt to see how the young ‘uns are doing. I hear Ispablo has been making the guild more rowdy ever since she came here. I hate her.”


Already heading towards the door without Kirit’s consent, Aril would put his hand to the knob, taking a deep breath, which was more of a snort due to the buildup of mucus in his nasal cavities, and opened the entryway with barely enough force to get it to open a crack.


“Uhm, Kirit, I think it’s stuck.”

 

[LokiPokie]

Kirit​

"Eh?"

Kirit rolled his way to the door, each revolution of his wheels creating an ear-piercing screech. Contemplating merely leaping onto Aril's back and piggybacking out of the room, this thought was swiftly dismissed once he realized he had already caught up to his sluggish brother.

"Leave it to me, you just don't have enough arm gREIJAODAIO," coughed Kirit as his bronchitis began to act up. "Just get out of the way, there's a certain kind of treatment that knob needs. How else do you think we kept out all of those nosey idiots for so many years?"

With a master's technique, Kirit extravagantly turned the door knob counter-clockwise in one brisk motion, opening the door and slinging him out into the next obstacle. "Oh right, there's another set of doors."

Upon remembering this secondary set of doors, Kirit's faded memory was somewhat restored as to why the two haven't left their room in so long. In front of the duo stood a mighty set of ebony doors, each standing about two men tall (10 feet high). Although the door had no doorknob or ringlet to open it, what compensated for this was a large ivory "V" on the midpoint of the entrance. As if by mystical properties, it somehow seemed to challenge those who come across it to prove they deserve entry or exit.

"I forgot how we do this part.."​

 

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Julie
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Once he agreed Julie pushed the bag of gold coins toward him, making it his earnings. "Good to hear, I have an interesting proposal for you." Julie looks towards the man sitting beside her, expecting him to leave but decided to talk anyways. "I have a certain power, advanced healing. I can heal of some diseases, fix failing organs, heal many types of wounds, and fix broken bone. I can only heal demons, most animals, witches, deities, dragons, bakeneko, death hounds, and reapers. Why can I only heal them is what you might be asking. The reason why I can only heal them is because I've gotten the time to examine their live anatomy over a long period of time. You see Sam, my power doesn't work unless I know the ins and outs of that species body. This will require months of experimentation on them for me to complete in most cases but it is for the greater good. In the end I can help support their species survival. That's where you come in, I heard you're one of the finest men around here. Which is exactly why I would like you to become the patient humans need to be granted my healing gift. Nobody has given me the okay before and I can't just force someone into it. If you journey with me and let me examine your body to completely understand how humans work it would help me and you greatly, I assure you that you're in safe hands. There will be pay after I'm done, in fact you can name your price. Any price." ( Pacificus )

 

[Lotusy]

Gurak​

Gurak had begun skewering some meat above a fire, but turned around when the discourse coming from Vance became even more biting and inflammatory. "Well aren't we sour today?" He muttered loud enough for Vance to hear. "You're already starving yourself, bud, I mean, look at you!" He lifted one of Vance feet off the table and put it back down. "No meat on these bones! Imagine how much more threatening if you'd put on some muscle, eh?" Gurak's face still displayed a full toothy grin, since letting himself get a bit proddy was fun, too. After all, it wasn't in his job descirption to be a nice chef. He wasn't a lunch lady. "I could be feeding the rats right now, actually," he chuckled. "I could be feeding you!" With his shit eating grin reaching phenomenal proportions, the orc continued. "Spend all the energy you want to kill me, you're wasting it a lot more on your breath right now." With that, he turned back to stick some more meat over the fireplace. "You know how you could get it back, though? Eating something. If not," he waved a hand nonchalantly. "Remember your second option? Leave." In a way, Gurak was wondering if Vance might actually take the second option.

The sound of Vance's feet hitting the table answered that very nicely.

"Oh, so that's how we're gonna play it, eh?" As much as Gurak felt like he was going too far, Vance had started this confrontation, and Gurak knew damn well neither of them would just let insults slide. "You want me to pour whiskey, right?" Keeping a steady glare towards Vance, he took the cup and grabbed the jar before opening it up and pouring out its contents - completely missing the glass and going straight into the sink. "Oh, whoops. Silly me," he said, keeping a flat tone while his glare was accompanied by the (now-signature) grin. "Maybe it's because this ol' orc is a chef, not your damn servant, don't you think?" It had definitely gone too far by now. Both sides had now spat enough verbal abuse to fill a book, and Gurak knew any chance for being left alone for either of them had vanished when they opened their mouths. "Now get your feet off the table," he hissed, "Unless you want me to add them to the menu."

GingerBread

 

[Magical Squid Senpai]

Charlotte

Charlotte was not nearly as happy as Abigail was. This was just some normal boring old house. Nothing to squeal about. She only grunted at what Abigail was saying about people's stories. Sure she was interested but she was too busy watching what the orc was putting out to eat. it looked like your typical meat but not too many people were eating it and it smelled strange or maybe it wasn't the meat that smelled, maybe it was that orc?
She was pulled from her thoughts of not so sanitary cooking when Abigail grabbed her hand and pulled her up.
"Abigail calm down. You'll embarrass the man." Charlotte scoffed as she fixed her skirt. She stared at the man's hat which was indeed very pointy. She couldn't help but wonder where he got something like that. Instead of actually asking him where he got it, she blurted out,
"I can't believe you actually ate that food!" her face scrunched up in disgust as she let out a "Bleh!"

metalcity Skaggon

 

[metalcity]

Abigail
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Abigail stopped jumping with joy, realising that she was pulling at her sisters hand. After she stopped she looked back at Charlotte "I'm sure if he can wear that outfit, nothing will embarrassed him." Abigail giggled, slightly covering her mouth with her hand. She looked over at the boy again and waved with a big grin on her face "Not that you should be embarrassed! You look great!" She shouted while giggling again. Abigail turned to her sister, putting her hand next to her mouth so the guy couldn't see what she would say next, in case she offended the guy "I do agree, how could anyone eat this? Just the smell makes me feel queasy." Abigail gagged slightly while finishing that sentence.
Magical Squid Senpai Skaggon

 

[TheImmortalDeity]

“It’s hopeless, Kirit,” Aril would heed from the situation. “It’s all over for us. We should just give up now while we have the chance.” Slumping into a fetal position against the musty wall of their abode, he’d begin to complain about the various problems that have appeared in their lives. “Just think, Kirit. Not only are my allergies acting up, a huge door standing in our way for escaping, but even our own niece/granddaughter/maid is heading down the path of being a bonafide slut!”


Placing his mask covered face into his lap, scooching his legs closer to his torso, he’d rock back and forth. “It’s just like back then! We let them all die! Every single one of them! Gone!” Shaking his head in dismay, the shrouded figure continued on his little rant.



“It’s like the world is already trying to stop us. How are we supposed to beat a door? We don’t even remember how to open one. Maybe we can ask that thing for help- Maybe she was the one who locked us in!? That damn harlot. I knew she had something up her sleeves the moment she started talking to us. Never trust a creepy freak who constantly smiles all the time. Disgusting.”



Rolling onto his side, he’d slump his head onto the floor. “Maybe we should just rot here. I don’t mind. My friends Richard and Fred the dust bunnies will keep me company. They treat me with respect. Isn’t that right, Richard?” he’d ask, staring at a speck of dust on the ground.



No response. “Richard, you’ve betrayed me too!? What has this world come to? I used to be great, you know. Used to be the prime of my day. Now? Well, after being stuck in a room alone with my idiotic brother, (who can’t even take care of himself) I find myself being the only one with a mind around here. Can you believe it? Me? Crazy, I know.”



Continuing a lengthy conversation with both Richard and Fred, Aril would be of no help to Kirit. If they wished to have Aril be an actual worthwhile contribution to figuring out how to open such an complex door, he’d have to do something quite special. A recommendation would be a foot rub. Aril loves foot rubs.

 

[LokiPokie]

Kirit​

Sighing, Kirit dropped his shoulders in a conveyance of exhasperation. It was a common sight to see Kirit working without Aril, after all the latter's efforts to contribute were often in vain. Whether it would be because of a sore muscle or exhausting day, Aril always managed to push the more tedious work on his brother. Though Kirit would love to shove his sibling up against a wall and grind them against it until sundown, there were sadly more important matters at hand.

"Well, I don't need your help anyway, dumb guppy." He sneered, protruding his forked tongue outward in ridicule. "I'll have these doors open before your next heart palpitation!"

At that remark, Kirit manuevered smoothly out of his wheelchair and hooked his ankle around the handle, then using the swift motion to launch the object at the door, the force of which mangling the flimsy chair. Within the period it then took for the wheelchair to fall to the ground, the elderly man expired a stream of mana at the barrier. This attack shook the foundations of the guild hall, however proved to be a fruitless attempt at opening the unyielding gate. What this attempt did accomplish in doing, however, was give Kirit a mighty coughing fit.

"Aril where's my inhaler!"

 

[Verdas]

Mary​

The journey to the mess hall was a long and arduous one, filled with many a stubbed toe, trips, slips, and tears-you-didn't-see. When she wasn't flaying someone alive and hearing them cry out in relief and gratitude for her help, or polishing her tools, Mary was quite possibly the clumsiest person in the guild. She wiped any remaining tears off with her right hand, reminiscing of better times when she could make people sing with a tool in both hands.

The sweet scent of meat brought her back to her senses. She wanted the big orc's meat, so she quickly made her way to the counter to get a plate of the usual. The medium rare meat was the only thing new on the menu. Perhaps it was human this time around, though it really didn't look like it. She missed the sweet and succulent flesh of human children, but she hadn't had the delicacies since she joined the guild a week ago.

It was hard to tell whether she was ignoring the little fight between the ass and Shrek, or was just completely oblivious to it all, but one thing was for certain: she didn't care. If they started killing eachother, then she'd have front seats to watch the bloodshed. However, one thing she did care about was the 'mystery meat.' "Big greeny." Her melodious voice called out to Gurak with the innocence of a puppy that didn't know what was good or bad. "What's this?" She asked, prodding at the mystery meat with the hook strapped on her left arm, all the while chewing on a long, thick, and warm, sausage.

Lotusy GingerBread

 

[GingerBread]

Vance​

Vance mock yawned and gave Gurak a blank stare as he lifted his leg up and tried to imply that he wasn't a threat. Before attempting to insult him, or threaten him, Vance wasn't really sure what the Ork was trying to do.. unless he was trying to fail miserably, in which case he succeeded. "I wasn't aware you had ownership of the guild. It's quite surprising that such a fuckup like you could gain control of this guild. Did you poison the owners with your terrible food?" Vance held up a finger."Actually, I don't care. Either way I'm staying here." Vance leaned back and attempted to relax, until he heard Gurak try to continue the argument. And as he looked up at him, he noticed that he was pouring his whisky down the sink. The whisky didn't really belong to him, so he'd lost nothing. But.. he couldn't very well let it slide.

Vance waited until the Ork was done attempting to aggravate him before he spoke up again. "Alright, I know you're a fuckup, so I'm sure that was just another one to add to the, already long list. So.. just so you can add it to your list later, I'll give you.. say five seconds to get me another bottle of-" Vance paused in thought for a second. "Actually, better make that two bottles of Whisky" Vance smirked at the Ork. "Better get those feet moving.. you've only got four seconds left. and you better hope that bar is still well stocked. Otherwise we're gonna have to find someone else to cook meals. Though on the bright side, maybe we'll actually end up getting someone who can cook." Vance glanced at the girl that was trying to talk to Gurak. "Hey girl. Can you not see what's going on? We're kinda having a conversation here. Or are you just that stupid? Either way, I suggest you fuck off for a second. If he decides he doesn't want to die, you can ask him shit then" Vance shrugged and look back towards Gurak. "Three seconds left.. better get those legs moving quickly"

Verdas Lotusy