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Fantasy The Realms of Hymgaard

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Albion. One of the so-called "home realms", the center of this realm is dominated by a massive city whose white spires are visible from every edge of the rolling plains. Home to a large number of individuals and families from many races, it is also where many aspiring adventurers from the third ring start their journey. The Albion branch of the Guild fields hundreds of requests a day, and the campus is always packed with those looking for jobs, returning from jobs, or celebrating after a job.

One job in particular had hired a number of beginners to escort a caravan from Albion to an outpost realm. The route had two badland realms along the way, and even the other realm could very well have monsters or bandits lying in wait. The employer hadn't mentioned why he was only looking for new adventurers, but being a trustworthy source not much had been questioned. The job was to start first light the next morning, and the ones hired had been told to enjoy a night at the tavern together. To learn who they would be working with.

Among these was an Elpsilis named Enala. She sat at the table with the others that had been called her team, looking at each of them with sparkling eyes. Her stance was friendly and open, but time would tell if the non-Elpsilis would be able to read it well enough. The menu, written of course in Aelaric Standard, had many items of food and dink that she didn't recognize, and of course the young woman wanted to try them all. As it was, though, she had ordered a flank stew and something called 'ale' that everyone else seemed to be enjoying. While she and the rest of her table waited for their food, she decided to take the plunge and speak first.

"So... what is everyone's names?" she asked, the race's way of talking being sign language. The voice came from a drone floating nearby and was feminine but obviously robotic. Even with her eagerness and curiosity she may have seemed a bit unsure - reasonable considering everyone around. She reached out and gave her canid companion a stroke on the head, the mechaorganic Algorithmic wolf's tail thumping heavily on the floor.​
 
Tyr let out a low whistle as he took in the sights of Albion. The lumbering tree man had ended up here due to talk of adventure. Adventure attracts adventurers, and adventurers may, in fact, know locations of serene glades or safe clearings in woods. You know, the sort of information that the Sargti are sent out to find to begin the renewal of their people. That kind of info.

Somehow, a trip to some Guild to perhaps find out info, had quickly turned into him being hired for an escort mission. Tyr no understand why, Tyr just knows that someone talked him into it. Something about how a Sargti makes for a perfect bodyguard in a pinch. Tyr doesn't disagree, but Tyr feels Tyr was in some way profiled for mercenary work. Oh well, it will help Tyr meet new people and see new lands, so Tyr shall stick with it.

Which is how the tree man, standing at a staggering seven foot even, found himself sitting by a table. On the ground. It was easier than risking breaking another chair due to his bulk. Not many places have Sargti grade furniture, since Sargti don't make a habit of frequenting establishments. His glowing green eyes roving over the faces and appearances of his fellow adventurers. However, he'd focus upon the more natural melding of metal and flesh... Elp... Elpsy... Erm... He knew the word. Definitely. Totally didn't forget the name. Eclipses! That's probably right.

"I... Am Tyr." He spoke slowly, a deep rumbly voice leaving him. "Who... Are you?" He decided to be polite and return the question, grabbing the mug of ale he had firmly, lifting it over his head... And pouring it upon himself. For a minute, his body seemed to shift, as if it were moving and drinking in the liquid. Then, it settled back down, and there wasn't a single sign of him having ever poured alcohol on himself. A contented sigh left him. That... Was nice.
 
Sitting at the other end of the table of new hires which included himself, was a young Turenni man named Myska. Like so many others, Myska had arrived looking for work, and coming from a poor family, he had a very good reason to want to look for work wherever he could find it.

Myska is the oldest of four siblings and thus his parents had to work very hard to feed everyone, which often meant the only food they had was whatever they raised or hunted themselves. Anything they couldn't get by this method was either bartered for, or was went without.

Although he was reluctant to leave his home, Myska felt that by finding work elsewhere, he could somehow find a way to better the lives of his siblings and parents. He very much recognizes the hard work that has gone into keeping him and his siblings alive.

Myska had heard the Elpsilis ask what everyone's names were, however he simply stared at the table blankly. He was very shy, and was often very awkward around strangers, so he kept quiet hoping that he wouldn't be made more nervous.
 
One of the adventurers sitting at the table was a humanoid robot, dressed in green camouflage attire, with its hood currently thrown back to reveal a metal-plated head, most featureless save for seams between armour plates and two black lenses in place of eyes. Unlike the rest of the group, he did not order any food or drinks, and thus the table before him was free. Or at least it would be had the machine not used it to field strip and clean a rifle, which was now well on its way to being put back together. "Name's Zavir." the robot acknowledged Enala's question, not looking up from his rifle. Deciding that more in-depth introductions would be in order, Zavir continued, his voice betraying no hint of the speaker's machine nature. "What brought you lot out of your home realms? In my case, I suppose I just couldn't stand the thought of having to live off the rest of my time in my admittedly uneventful home. At least not before I did something worth remembering." with that, Zavir slotted the last part of his rifle into its place and cycled the bolt experimentally. Apparently satisfied with his work, the machine looked up at the other adventurers.
 
Aydeen eyed everyone at the table from behind her porcelain mask. These were the individuals she'd have to work with? Trees and robots, apparently. And whatever the one who was ignoring questions and being so meek at the other end of the table was.

"You may call me Seeker." Aydeen said. It's all she was outside of her home Realm of Haile. Quite aside from that, she was reluctant to give out her name to total strangers. "I, in response to Zavir's question, am seeking something."

She'd joined the adventurers guild hoping to ingratiate herself enough into the organization deep enough to catch the rumors and reports that came through that might lead her to one of the twenty, but these individuals didn't look bright enough to find a spoon if they dropped it to the floor of the bar. Their clothes were a mess, and they were in civilized places where there was no excuse for neglect. She knew her people's custom of taking care of their possessions was considered extreme in many places, but she couldn't help but be reviled by the nonchalance these individuals treated their personal items. Aydeen's own mask was immaculate and white, and her purple robes and hood were clean and adorned with silver chains. The only one who seemed to take care of their possessions was the Zahir fellow, and even then it was only his rifle.

She kept all of this to herself, of course, and merely folded her white gloved hands on the table in front of her. She wondered if there were private dining rooms here. She would need to find out. She would not take her mask off to eat in this filthy little den of vagrants.
 
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Gea wasn't really sure what was going on, but she was honestly okay with that. Every day since she had left home had been interesting. She'd seen new sights, met new people, and started learning a new language. But it ended up that she needed this thing called money out here, something she'd never experienced before, and so now was sitting at a table with a whole bunch of strangers, and boy were these strangers interesting. The alk'biel who started talking first was very pretty, especially the way she moved her hands. and the alk wolf by her side was fascinating. There was the tre'biel, gods' tears was he a sight! Gea had never seen anything like him, though she had to giggle when he poured his drink on his head. There was the makru'cloi with oddly long limbs who didn't say anything, and another alk'biel who asked everyone's reasons for being there. Then there was the masked woman who seemed very cold. Finally it was her turn to speak up.

"Am Geawalulay! Or Gea, moon!" She introduced herself with a grin and broken Aelaric Standard. "These Toketsi and Wakyą." She motioned towards the smoky cat in her lap and an eagle perched on the back of her chair. As for what brought her out here. "Gea wolok so fol, no fun. So Gea left on uldi, eh... journey, and is now nayanakalk. Is having lots of fun now!" The Tsavosan was practically vibrating in her seat, ears up right and tail quivering.
 
Makh'Ko Yvny joined the other hired guards for breakfast. Meeting the others was one of those niceties she wasn't entirely looking forward to, but it was necessary if they would be working together. She had laid out a book on astronomy she was working through when orders were taken. After studying the menu, she ordered a broth with noodles, and a callenberry muffin. Muffins were something of a foreign delicacy in Avadeaux, and now one of Makh'Ko's favorite foods since starting her travels abroad.
With food order, conversation was started by the biomechanical individual. The Elpsilis were a race on the researcher's list she wished to study with. Their fusion of technology and organic material was fascinating. Perhaps their biology could be studied and applied to making techno-organic treatments for other races. Strengthen failing organs, replace limbs, and more seemed possible. But in the end, she would settle for it solving her own private problem. Still, that was a topic for another time. The question of people's names had been raised and answers were popping up here and there.
"Makh'Ko Yvny." She answered politely. "I am an acolyte of the Tak'ta Order. We try to make sure knowledge is preserved."
Her green eyes swiveled to focus on the Arathy. This was a species she was better familiar with. The title and haughty attitude were highly interesting. It couldn't be...
"Your full title wouldn't be 'Anointed Seeker', would it?" Makh'Ko addressed Aydeen, her eyes burning with curiosity.
 
Fielenza walked around the table as everyone introduced themselves. Back when her race had been forest spirits they never traveled beyond their domain. Since becoming Ignori, they traveled more often, but still rarely beyond their home realm. She apparently was the first Ignori to enter this tavern, and someone working there had left to find a metal chair for her. Were she to sit in a chair with the others, she'd run the risk of setting the whole tavern on fire.

She leaned forward and took some wood chips from a bowl. She'd requested red wood for its earthy taste. She tilted her head back and it slid down her neck into the furnace inside her armor. She washed it down with some Absinthe. Anything weaker had the potential of damaging her flame. "I - " she stopped as a metal stool was brought up by the barmaid and placed in front of her. "Thank you." She nodded and sat down.

"As I was saying, I'm Fielenza. You can call me Fi if you like. I'm an Ignori," she told the group. "In case you haven't seen one of us before. We don't tend to travel outside Arborignori much. But I want to change that. My people were once tree spirits. We are inexorably tied to nature. I wish to explore more of it."
 
Ambrus has always thought that Albion was beautiful. It was certainly more beautiful than his home world, Aegeadon. The ruling court had attempted to build an underwater city in their kingdoms, but Ambrus never thought they were that impressive; the mereiapods only had so much access to technology after all. The dominating white spires lit up the center of this realm in ways the cities in the deep dark oceans never could.

Despite all his travelling, Albion was a place he never minded returning to. After all, the Albion branch of the Guild had no shortage of jobs when someone needed it and Ambrus seriously needed some money right now. He had just blown a large chunk of money on a vacation of sorts to a tropical ocean realm. The trip had been nice; it had been a while since he had gotten to swim for an extended period of time and in warm weather too. If he had the money, Ambrus would have considered staying in the realm. But alas, he was just a mere traveler taking odd jobs here and there to make ends meet.

Ambrus hadn’t agreed to the job per say. More like the guild had insisted on him taking the job. He didn’t mind even though it wasn’t something he had done before. It sounded easy enough to him. How hard could escorting a caravan through a few realms be? It seemed like the guild had recruited a strong team for this job. At least, he hoped so as Ambrus eyed his crewmates while he sat around a table with them.

“I’m Ambrus,” he introduced himself. Ambrus didn’t bother stating why he left his home realm. He had just met these people had he had no intentions of spilling his life story to them. Besides, it’s not it was that interesting of a story anyways. He wanted to leave so he did and here he was. Ambrus sipped his ale as he waited for his food to arrive.
 
Ardnish had been truly fascinated by the different sights Albion offered though perhaps not always in a good way. He was confused by so much here and yet was still left with a feeling of childish wonder. This place was far bigger than any settlement he had seen before. Even the fortress he grew up in was nowhere near this big. He would have almost gotten lost if he didn't know where to go, the guild hall was quite hard to miss.

Not only had it been bustling with activity but Ardnish had recognized the things being talked about inside its walls and knew he was in the right place. Already he had found a worthy cause fit for a knight such as himself and was eager to get going. However, he must conform to the guild's schedule less he make a bad impression with those he sought to rely upon for worthy quests. Of course guarding a caravan was far from the most important thing he could have imagined but he still considered it honorable which was the most important thing.

He found himself seated at a table with the others who wanted to guard the caravan and had been listening to each of their introductions.

"I am Ardnish La Helmsna, Psychic Knight of La Nardul. I am very pleased to meet all of you as we will share in the honor of our mission." He spoke earnestly though his voice may come across as a little dry. After speaking he would stand up and put a hand over his heart briefly as a sign of respect before sitting back down. His ornate armor jingled a little as he moved, the little hooks that kept his ribbon blade secured on his back being the main culprit but he didn't seem at all embarassed.
 
It had been some time now since Pike had left his desolate home-realm of Eracticia. He had spent some time travelling; exploring other realms, gathering information on some of the races that lived in them. Eventually he found his way to Albion, a large, highly populated realm. He had spent a few days here before arriving at a guild of sorts. He became acquainted with some of the locals and now sat inside the Guilds tavern.

Pike sat quietly, listening to each of the adventurers as they introduced themselves. He had never seen such a colorful assortment of characters since he had made his way out into the world a few years back. The first person to catch his attention was of course the young woman sitting just opposite of him. She had been the first to spark up conversation within the group though her voice had not come from her mouth. She, like Pike, did not have one. Instead it had come from a drone that had been hovering gently nearby.

Pike observed her closely, taking note of her skin. It was metal, like his. As a matter of fact most of her features were close in resemblance to his own only... cleaner. He managed to pull his attention away from her and glanced around at the rest of the group.

Next to him sat what appeared to be a suit of armor. The crevices and grooves along her body glowed softly, flickering like a fire. Not only that but Pike could feel warmth coming off her.

On his other side was a somewhat slim woman in a mask. Her gaze was calculating. She seemed to be sizing people up. Before long she had turned to look at Pike who swiftly faced away from her back to his right side. There he saw the tree. It was quite large. Pike wondered how it had even gotten into the tavern. Despite being a plant it spoke with a deep, booming voice. Next to the tree sat a odd markings running along her bare shoulders and some rather long ears. She seemed positively ecstatic just to be sitting there. Then on the other side was a heavily clothed man. No. Was it a man? He seemed to be a man but there was something different about him. His voice hinted at that.

To the left side again sat a pale skinned looking man with a rather warm looking purple cloak on. He mentioned that he was a psychic? Pike wondered what he meant by that; what kind of abilities he was capable of performing. He was sure he would find out soon enough. In between him and the masked woman was what Pike recognized to be a Ba'dosh female. Pike had encountered one of them on his travels. The tails on their head were mesmerizing. From what Pike had learned some Ba'dosh were adept in the utilization of magic. She could make a powerful asset to the group.

Finally on the opposite side of the table on either side of the metal woman sat a rather tall looking elf and an average looking man aside from the long black tail of sorts coming from behind him. Everyone had introduced themselves by now besides the lanky elf.

"Everguard." A raspy voice called simply from a small speaker where Pike's mouth used to be. He had turned his attention back to the metallic woman at the head of the table; the one who had started the conversation. "You haven't explained who you are." His speaker crackled.
 
Enala had kept her body language open and friendly and her eyes watched every person at the table who had spoken. Though she had interacted with outsiders before, she felt like the outsider now and wanted to make sure that these new companions knew she would be open with them. It was a varied bunch, of course, just as the realms were. From the sentient plant to the living flames, Enala was excited to get to know them all.

One in particular had caught her attention. He looked almost like an Elpsilis, but too rough, too coarse. As if someone had made him to be a mockery of her people. Their eyes met for a moment as he spoke with a crackly voice. She nodded and her eyes danced even with the lack of a smile.

"My name is Enala. It's a pleasure to meet you all and I hope we work well together!" the voice that came from her drone was chirpy and cheery even in the robotic tone it used, perfect for how Enala was feeling. "The one translating for you is Kete, and the wolf is Nym." she pointed to each in turn between pauses of signing. It wasn't much longer until orders arrived - a chair for Fielenza, and meals for them all. Enala's eyes fell on the large flank of meat placed in front of her and the tankard of ale, and she blinked.

"This is large." she said softly. "May I have another one for my companion?" she asked the waitress before she left. She laid her hand on the hot meat, letting her body absorb its essence. Slowly the food lost all color and mass until just the bone was left. "And this... ale, is it?" she dipped most of her hand in, letting the liquid vaporize as she one more took in essence. Her eyes went wide and her face went warm - either she was a lightweight, or she'd never had alcohol before.
 
Ardnish nodded as Enala explained herself and found the explanation interesting as he had never encountered such technology before. Then again this was far from the first time that he had been intrigued and or confused by the inventions of people from outside his home. Indeed he didn't understand any of it but it certainly made him interested in seeing what else other realms had to offer. Though as he noticed food he decided to place that thought elsewhere for now as he started to eat.

Or at least Ardnish was going to before he noticed Elana 'eating' with her hands in a strange fashion. He first supposed it was some kind of magic, though as he thought about it more Adrnish did consider that Enala didn't have a mouth. He did find Elana plunging her hand into her drink somewhat interesting though her reaction to the alcohol was somewhat alarming.

"Are you feeling well, Enala?" Ardnish asked simply out of precaution.
 
Ambrus listened as the others introduced themselves. He wondered how successful this group would be at working together, especially considering no one knew each other. There were a few races he recognized at the table, but despite the travelling he’s done since leaving his home realm, there were still myriads of worlds he had yet to visit and even more races he had yet to encounter.

Giving his thanks to the waitress as the food was passed out, Ambrus began sipping on his soup. The soup was light yet filling and contain various vegetables. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed how the woman, Enala, ate her food. It was definitely interesting to see someone absorb their food; that was something he had yet to come across. He let out a quiet chuckle when her face was flushed after taking in all her ale at once. Clearly, she didn’t hold her alcohol too well.

“Hmm, did anyone catch who we’ll be escorting?” he asked, trying to make conversation with those closer to him. “The guild wasn’t too specific about it when I asked.”
 
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The rest of the night passed easily, with varying levels of merriment depending on the personality of the mercenary. For her part, Enala did her best to learn about those she would be working with and help them know a bit more about her. The Epsilis had three pints of ale after her first and ended up passing out on the table after exclaiming her excitement to be exploring the realms.

When she woke up, it was without hangover though her memory still a little fuzzy. Kete and Nym also woke and would follow the Elpsilis downstairs to have some breakfast before the journey. She would be one of the first — if not the first — one to arrive at the designated meeting point: a small hill just outside Albion's westward gate.

Once everyone had arrived, they had some time to mill and chat before the client arrived. A middle-aged man wearing road clothing would greet them all, giving his name as "Sergei" before getting into the details of the mission

"I'm glad you all kept your word and met me here, reliability is important. This job is simple, you will be protecting my caravan while we travel from Albion to the realm Hyfsaar. The cargo is a shipment of psi-active metals from Drask. There's no doubt they would make potent weapons, but they are needed for an attunement device. My job is to transport, your job is to escort."

"That said, I asked for new adventurers for two reasons: I am scouting for a much larger job, and I enjoy helping fresh talent find their feet. Any questions before we get started?" Even as Sergei asked that he gestured for the group to follow, the caravan preparing on the nearby road.​
 
Sleep had been a little...difficult for Makh'Ko. The entity tried to speak to her, using memories of her parents. She managed to wake up in time, and had to settle for some meditation to finish her rest. A thermos of strong tea should see her through the rest of the day, with any luck. Taking breakfast in her room, she began a quick check on her supplies and equipment. She made a few notes in her journal, checked to make sure her recorder was charged, and checked her sidearm, giving it a quick cleaning. Everything was ready. Now, for adventure.
Adjusting her pack and coat, Makh'Ko headed out for the meeting with Sergei. His mission was trivial, but it got the Researcher from one put to the other with some extra coin.
"I am new to this area, so I was wondering if there are special indigenous threats I should be aware of?" Makh'Ko asked.
 
"Ow ow! Wakyą! Ja Yal ayaak tal! Gea qual!" The Tsavosan cursed as her eagle pecked at her head. She rolled over, trying to grab the bird, and let out an "Eep!" as she fell out of the bed. Groaning she picked herself up and glared at both her familiars. "Tali ol eldul? Kiya?" She questioned, getting no reply other than the beast's stares. Sighing she started gathering her things. Gea was not really a morning person, being far more active at night. She also wasn't much of a clothes person, having been raised on a tropical island, but she had quickly discovered that people expected you to wear them out here, though she managed to just get by with just a bra and some shorts.

Her few belongings packed and ready to go, Gea made her way to the meeting place. She listened quietly as Sergei gave his spiel, petting Toketsi. When it was time to ask questions she raised her hand. "What Makh'Ko said. Also what Hyfsaar like? Is walulay?"
 
Ardnish slept soundly though he found the coverings of the bed mostly unnecessary. Given his home was what most would consider a frozen wasteland he didn't need help warming his body in the more temperate climate of Albion. Getting up the next morning would be easy enough, though Ardnish did take some time to meditate and focus his mind for the new day. Despite his calm demenor he was still quite excited about the prospect of a quest. That said when it came time to meet the group's employer he remained steadfast and listened intently as their task was explained. Guarding cargo was far from the most heroic thing he could be doing but at least this quest was his.

"Yes I'm also unfamiliar with the area, what sort of hazards would we face? Is the landscape difficult to travel on?" Ardnish asked.
 
As a machine, Zavir did not need sleep. Still, as most Sentinels, he found that mental rest could be just as important as physical one for organic beings. As such, he still chose to spend this night in in his room. Come morning, he took a moment to make sure he had all his equipment in good condition before heading to the meeting. Once there, Zavir nodded with approval hearing the questions asked by other adventurers. "Psi-active metals hardly sounds like inert cargo." the robot added "Is there anything we should account for when handling it?"
 

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