Fantasy World of Gea: The Greatest Adventure [IC] [CLOSED]

[joshuadim]

Gsera was taken aback by Nora's sudden departure, and felt sad that she felt as though she had doured the mood when that was not the case. "...maybe she just needs some space?" Gsera remarked, unsure of how to comfort Nora nor how to make her change her mind. "I'll try to cheer her up tomorrow! We can do that together," Gsera then spoke with a grin to Tatum, "How does that sound?" She then offered to the young alchemist with an extended hand for a handshake. The customs of Eranoire apparently stated that when an agreement was reached between two parties that they do so. A bit odd to her, considering back home such agreement were more firm with grabs on the wrists but still... the gesture was the same in intent.

SilverFlight

 

[EdwardDewey98]

As the night progressed, and dinner concluded, the camp began to quiet down. Alberto and Pepin, having both finished their meals, brought to everyone’s attention to settle down for the evening and assigned people who volunteered for first watch.

People returned to their tents to turn in for the night, having earned a good night’s sleep following the difficult events of the day. Many found the warmth of bedrolls comforting and inviting, but for some there was no sleep tonight. A few stayed vigilant and remained up, finding themselves unable to sleep after seeing some of their comrades, and close friends, perish. For a man like Berchar however, he kept himself up out of duty as he didn’t feel as tired. He could get some rest while on the road to their next destination: Gildestad.

Many drifted off in their sleep to the final thoughts of what such a grand town would look like and what it held. It was an exciting prospect to those who had never traveled such great lengths before, nor participated in ventures like this. Two of the company rogues who had stayed up, Maud and Odierna, did so out of jittery excitement to see Guildstaad and gossiped among one another long into the night. Cecilia and Cassandra stayed up in their tent as well, with the former focused on charting the course of the forest road they had taken thus far. Using a planimeter, compass, and dividers she committed onto parchment with ink as best of an accurate picture as she could put.

Cassandra in the meanwhile wrote in a book to transcribe the day’s events, including in great detail what had happened with the monstrous spider they had slain. She took into account its entry, its woundings, the arrival of the Uhlanders and of the other travelers that had now joined them, and… she stalled as she prepared to write down the wounded and dead. She let out a sigh as she wrote down each name one by one, before nodding. Their memory would not be forgotten, nor their bravery in the face of such fear.

Under the brilliant stars and constellations that shone above, the camp was peaceful throughout the night to everyone’s relief. And everyone obtained enough rest for their travels up ahead.

At the break of first light, the Company camp began to stir once more from slumber. A peaceful night meant that nearly everyone was ready to go as the Hobs cooked a delicious breakfast of fried, shredded potatoes with eggs and bacon. While there was the issue of food supply, given that the spider had scattered one of the wagons that had been carrying their perishables, it was not of much concern given that they were on approach to arrive at Gildestad. A hearty meal for everyone perked spirits as the tents were packed and the wagons readied. Alberto went upon his mount and shouted to everyone to celebratory cheers: “Onwards! To Guildtown!”

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The forest continued to pervade the sides of the road as the Company pushed onwards under the morning sun, but the webs began to thin out before disappearing entirely after an hour’s worth of movement. Many were relieved that they did not need to see any more of those creatures skittering in the darkness of the undergrowth, and the sights only grew better. To their right, the treeline thinned out to reveal the great Parelmeer, or Pearl Lake, for all to witness upon. The gentle waters shone under the sky and was a great change in scenery for everyone to enjoy.

Some, those with better vision, could swear they saw large fishes swimming in the deeper waters as they occasionally jumped up and out with majestic grace before diving back into the cooler lake. Others voiced their temptations to simply stop and to go bathe in the lake itself, but Pepin was quick to squash such talk; chastising them and reminding them that they were so close to their main destination for this region. “You can bathe yourselves in the damn town. I want out of these wildernesses already.” The old mercenary grumbled as he shook his head to the fighters who had suggested such a course.

The Company pressed on, and also found peasants walking in the opposing direction from them. As they were heading towards the forest, there was a visible concern laced among many considering what they themselves had to deal with just the day prior as Cecilia rode up to them to warn them. However, the peasants showed no concern themselves as they simply shrugged, informing the scholar that they already knew such dangers. “T’is but a road we must travel. Safely, that is.” One spoke up as he tipped his straw hat and led his group on their way. The concerns were still there among the Company, but many figured that the villagers knew what they were doing going into those woods.

As the road went around the lake’s edges, the group could see in the distance the growing sight of Gildestad in the distance, as well as the endpoint of the Ællian Ryver, also known as the Pagan River as it connects to the Eonach Coillte as well, that flowed into the lake itself. Although its size and grandeur was not apparent yet from such a length, as many pointed out their destination. As the hours passed and grew closer to midday, the town of their travels grew to be awe-inspiring from the size of its walls alone. Its massive stone fortifications towered over the nearby landscape and provided ample defenses for this important hub, and the Company could see many of the militiamen manning the defenses.

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They were a familiar sight, given that they had seen other members of the militia in the towns and villages they had passed by in the many days prior to their stop at Gildestad. Though obviously in much fewer numbers and force than what was present here in one of the grandest cities of the Free Cities. But upon arrival, the Company was stopped at the gates by nearly a dozen guards with their Captain holding his hand out to halt their movement. “Halt! Wat is dyn bedriuw hjir?” he asked aloud, looking upon the Company in their totality with a reasonable skepticism.

The main issue was that practically nobody amongst the Company spoke Fryskolandi, but thankfully did have one among them that was versed in other languages. Pandora was quick to appear ahead to speak, as she explained the situation that the Company had come across the previous day and the danger that they had quelled. As she spoke, the man’s visage grew visibly softer as he gave a nod and shouted to the others. The city gates opened as the chains rattled, with the mechanisms pulling apart the heavy wooden and iron entrance to allow the company inside.

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On entry, the grand spectacle of the city’s cosmopolitan nature came into full view as not just the buildings and businesses, but the people themselves were from all across the world: people from Helmos, Duku, Shige, Yamapacha, and other regions of the world were plainly visible for everyone to see as they went about their business, or talked amongst one another in the grand streets. There too were other races, such as the various dwarven ethnicities, elves, and beastfolk that wandered the streets, with many looking on the Company as they were the new arrivals to the city in such great numbers.

There too were the canals, with small bridges connecting districts of the city made of polished stone, lined with smaller vessels and craft that paled in comparison to the much larger boats in the greater water areas of the city that docked merchant vessels, grand ships, and all manner of other craft. Though, interestingly, there were many ships from Skæg at the riverbank as clearly indicated by their design and their decorations.

“So… why’s this place called Guildtown?” Berchar asked aloud, looking about as the Company traveled further through the city towards its center. “I don’t see that many guilds.”

“It’s named after the big one: the Red Dragon Guild.” Cassandra explained from her wagon seating as she peered over the wood and looked down at the fighter. “The city was built around them, and they’re the ones who bring in the most coin around here.”

“…so it’s just the one guild?”

“No! Of course there are others. The artisanal guilds, the merchant guilds, and so on… but the adventurer guild is the most important here!” Cassandra said with a grin as she pointed to a large building that towered in the near distance. “That’s where we’re going. We need to speak to the master there.”
“Indeed. We’ll meet her soon enough.” Alberto commented aloud as he eyed the building and straightened himself atop his steed.

In the minutes that passed, the Company traversed through the cobbled streets and brought them to a much larger public square that was overshadowed by the Red Dragon Guild itself. A marvelous work of woodcarving and stonework, it was an architectural sight to behold as its large doors opened to reveal an older woman coming down its steps to greet the company along with a younger apprentice. As the Company dismounted themselves, with many loitering in the square itself save for the few that were of importance needed, the older woman observed the Company before asking her ward: “Wa binne dizze minsken?”

Pandora, once again, stepped forward and explained the situation the same way she had described to the guards at the city gates. The recounting made the woman’s eyes squint in concern, before relaxing with relief as Cécilia stepped forward: “Guildmistress, I am Cécilia Delafousse: Mistress of the Eranoiran's Cartographers Guild. I am charged with mapping the world after the last Maelstrom, to make sure that Eranoire has its cartographic information."

“Ah… Eranoirian?” the woman then spoke, much to the surprise of Cécilia and the others as she had switched languages so fluently. “We can speak in this tongue if that is most comfortable for you. I am Neanke dochter fan Jepkje. Guildmistress of the Reade Draak Gilde.”

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Neanke opened her mouth to speak again, but her eyes caught quickly the prisoners that the Company had pulled along all this way. Her visage visibly stiffened when she landed her gaze upon one of them in particular and gritted her teeth. Neanke, in that moment, briskly walked over to the prisoners and confronted the man she knew. “Ol’ Pierre, in the flesh.” She spoke with disdain, “What happened to your boss? Kick you out?”

“…they killed him.” The bandit replied meekly as he pointed towards the Company at large around him.

“Did they now? How fortuitous. For your crimes, you can either have the hangman or the quarry. Which will it be?”

The man was silent for a moment, pondering his situation before nodding: “I… I’ll take the quarry.”

“Maybe some honest labor will change you after all.” She muttered as she turned to Alberto, Cecilia and the others. “The militia will take him and the others off your hands. Thank you for ridding the roads of him and his ilk. They were causing trouble with harassing merchants and travelers for a while now.”

“Not a problem. They attacked us first, and we defended ourselves.” Alberto explained as he gave a polite nod to Neanke, “But, if I may ask, why was this problem not dealt with by the guild?”

“We don’t specialize in manhunting.” Neanke replied rather bluntly, and Alberto did not press the issue further. “And speaking of… what happened to Tsjusterspin?”

Many in the company looked to one another in confusion at the name, not understanding what she was referring to. “The great big spider in the woods? That too has been a problem. Did you really-?”

“Yes, we killed it.” Pepin spoke up as he rested a hand lazily atop the pommel of his blade. “The damn beast attacked us… we lost some good people, but we got out in the end.”

“It also was good food.” Cassandra chimed in, bringing a laugh from Neanke.

“You managed to slay a great horror that many of us struggled with. You have my gratitude for that.” Neanke then spoke as she bowed to the Company, “The roads will be safer with its passing. And, not to mention, the bounty on it will be going to your stay and expenses here. You may stay as long as you wish. Here, you are among friends.”

Alberto, Pepin, Cecilia, and many others gave a bow back in respect. “We thank you for your hospitality, Guildmistress.” Cécilia then spoke with a smile, “We do require a good rest from the wilds and roads. And supplies as well.”

“And supplies you shall have! The markets here are plentiful, as are the many artisans and stores for your many needs.” Neanke then spoke with a grin, “Tormund’s Steelworks is readily available if you need to repair your armor and weaponry, or to obtain new ones. He’s one of the finest smiths in these parts, and I trust his craftsmanship. There too is Jackson’s Leather and Cloth Workshop, for those seeking tailored goods and armor that isn’t as heavy… and Gilke’s Magical Emporium, for the magic and alchemical needs of your group.”

“Aye, those are all good… but what of mead?” Pepin then asked with a sly grin.

“And food!” a fighter then shouted as well, bringing out murmurs of agreement.

“We have many establishments with some of the finest food and drink one could ask for. Not just from here, but all across the many regions of the world as well! Go to your heart’s content. Badúwaa's Eatery is one such place… they serve fantastic meals. Then there is also the other accommodation that is next to it for more… carnal desires and requests. The Temple of All Gods’ Love.”

Berchar laughed aloud: “Then I know where Grégoire is going!” he joked aloud, bringing out a few laughs from the other fighters as they teased one of their elder members, who was visibly annoyed.

Cecilia shot a glance of annoyance towards Berchar’s crude remarks, but returned her attention to Neanke: “Thank you for the information. Though, I do have matters to discuss with you if you are available.” She then asked of the Guildmistress, before turning to other in the Company, “You are free to join if you wish.”

Neanke gave a nod to Cecilia, but she also turned her attention to Calocis quickly and nodded: “At the Temple… there are some of your kin there. If you seek to speak to any, that is.”

“I will head out to gather supplies. We are in need of more eggs and meats.” Alberto announced, “If anyone wishes to join me, then I will not mind.”

Pepin and Cassandra had other matters on their mind. The older mercenary scratched his chin and grunted: “I wonder what the fuss about this ‘Temple’ is all about.” He remarked, and Cassandra herself played along to the obvious charade. “It is very curious indeed.” She said with a sarcastic grin.

“Surely it is about worship.”

“Indeed! A very special kind of worship.”

“Bosoms and buttocks alike.”

Cassandra nearly sputtered by Pepin’s sudden crass remark and laughed aloud, “Oh shut up you! Just go already if you’re going.”

“And are you not too?” he asked with a cocked eyebrow.

“Well… just out of curiosity!”

“Mhm… sure.” Pepin spoke as he walked off, with Cassandra barely containing her laughter before looking at the others. “Well… curiosity requires a group, no? Feel free to tag along!” she spoke as she walked after Pepin. Paulin was first to tug as Petrocles’ arm and looked up with a smle: “…maybe we should take a look? I’m, uh… curious too!” he managed to get out somewhat awkwardly, trying to hide his blushing face once he finished speaking.

 

[Beann]

Considering the monstrous spider they faced and the people they've lost, Guildtown was a much needed stop for just about everybody. As the company passed through the gates, Kastalli's head was on a swivel, her ears perked as she remained alert. Blue eyes darted left and right, and up and down as she gawked at the diverse hub they've just stumbled upon. Her tail swished happily as she spotted a few others who had similar tails and ears like her! For a moment, the excitement doubled as she spotted the Skæglin ships but she quickly remembered the last encounter she had with a few of her own. The memory failed to dishearten her though as she grinned at the diverse population. It wasn't home but it surely made her feel like she belonged.

Her attention was completely fixated on the townsfolk passing by that she hardly noticed the company had stopped in front of the Red Dragon Guild. Only when the guild mistress began to speak of points of interests in Guildtown did she finally reel her attention in. The eatery sounded tempting, she wondered if they served fish? What kind? And the Temple of All God's Love sounded interesting too! Kastalli doubted they held any Skæglin teachings but hearing Cassandra, it sounded like something worth checking out. With the sarcasm flying right over her head, Kastalli bounded after Cassandra. "I will go too!"

 

[joshuadim]

Gsera remained quiet on the journey to Guildtown, as she was content to observe the scenery around with wonderment and awe as they left the spider infested woods at last. Pearl Lake was a sight to behold as the druid's eyes practically sparkled while she scanned the waters. Seeing the abundance of life and beauty made it abundantly clear as to why this area was prosperous as it was. With a twinkle in her eye, Gsera's mood was jovial as she continued to scan the beauty of the surrounds and caught a glimpse of the Pagan River that flowed into the lake itself. It was yet another reminder of home, but not one that caused melancholy. Instead, it made her happy to see the life-giving waters of the river spread outside her realm and be of service elsewhere as she grinned widely.

The inside of the town was even more grandiose and incredible to behold for the druid as she looked about with her mouth slightly agape. It was spectacle in its finest as she had never seen such diversity from all walks of life before. Every other previous location paled in comparison to her at this point as she pondered what she might do in this town. Perhaps sample the markets? Or go to the docks and observe the waves and fishes? But maybe first seek repairs for her armor? The spider had done a particularly nasty job at damaging it...

It was something for her to consider as the Company approached and spoke to the Guildmistress of the Red Dragon Guild, with Gsera staying more behind the others while the locales and points of interest were given. This 'Temple' described was not lost on Gsera as she knew that it was the kind that served... desires. Bodily passion was a subject not lost on Gsera, as the Tuatha she had learned among were rather open about such things. But when Kastalli bounded up to join Cassandra, Gsera looked on with worry. Did she know what she was even getting into?

She'll be fine... right? Gsera though to herself as she watched Kastalli follow Cassandra. She trusted that she wouldn't get into any sort of trouble and instead she opted to, instead announce her own intentions.

"I will, uhm... I will go seek repairs for my armour, if possible. If anyone wants to tag along!"

 

[Vexumin]

The night passed by for Nora. Unfortunately it turned out to be a very restless night of staring at the stars. Once again, she paid for her restlessness. Some time in the night, she returned to the company, everyone asleep in their places. She didn't really have anywhere to put herself and she didn't really feel like sharing space. It was best to avoid any incidents.

After having changed into a pair of linen shorts and a smaller top, she wiggles her way into the supplies of one of the wagons, crawling her way into a crack between some goods before putting down her belongings and... promptly falling asleep on top of them.

The only issue with Nora was that she was very much active during the night and far less so in the mornings. As people began to awaken, Nora was still dead asleep. Though she snored like a slumbering beast, as the camp was packed, things were unknowingly placed over her sleeping space. She still had plenty of room to sleep in peace, but her way out would be a little... cramped.

She missed the lake, which might have been unfortunate for her. She did adore large bodies of water. Especially lakes. Less so when it came to oceans. She also missed entering the city! Which... could have been a good thing. Who knows how some militiamen would have reacted, seeing her among the masses of the company. It was probably all well and good, but Nora yet slept, so it was of little concern.

It was when the wagon came to a halt that she snorted and began her groggy wake-up process. A process that really just comprised of opening her eyes and taking a moment to realize that she was still alive. After a quick stretch, she begins to drowsily crawl her way back out from her little spot. The only thoughts crossing her mind being, 'was it a bit more cramped than usual' and 'will I ever get out of here, or am I stuck forever?' She did, eventually, managed to breech the layer of equipment that had been placed over her.

When she emerged from the shadows of the cart, she was at its edge. As a hand reached for somewhere to stable herself, it met nothing but air, and due to still being rather sleepy, she would fall forward, still not entirely sure what was going on.

It was only when she saw the fast approaching ground that she gasped, a hand whipping towards the edge of the wagon and taking hold of it. She managed to catch herself and stop from face planting against the cobbled road of the city. Even so, a wooden edge of the cart still dug itself into her side which caused her to mutter a displeased, "Ow."

However, the one true issue that she had yet to realize was that she had just emerged into a city filled with people... while still in her sleep clothes. If there was anything that would wake her from the last vestiges of her sleep addled state of being, it was that. With a face purpled by embarrassment, she dove back into the wagon, digging her way to her belongings once again. It didn't take her too long to come back out wearing a tunic, pants, boots and a hooded cloak.

She throws the hood over her head and the stumps of her horns before walking about. Seems that the company had a few destinations in mind when it came to where to go in the city. She could always just wander on her own. Maybe try to find the shadowed areas of the city. Stock up on necessities for her line of work, but where would the fun be with that? No, she decided to pick between the three potential options.

Seems that there was the opportunity to go to with Cecilia and do a little informative tour of the city alongside the guildmistress of the building before the company. A tantalizing idea. It would be nice to get into just what this city had to truly offer, but she was just an assassin. Not really anyone of political importance enough to converse with a guildmistress.

There was also the chance to go to the markets with Alberto. Not a bad idea, but she wasn't really needing anything new. She still had coin after all. Quite a bit after selling a few things before.

Then there was this temple. Judging from the snickers and curious things said about the place, she decided not to go that way. Definitely a place to avoid during her time here. Aside from that though, it seemed that there was a third option with Gsera to go to an armorer to repair her equipment and she was offering others to join her.

In the end, the fourth option sounded the best to her. She kind of wanted to see what the artisans of the city had to offer in terms of equipment or what she could improve upon in regards to her own gear. She was thinking that maybe someone peddled lighter plate that she could add onto her leathers. Would be a nice upgrade. As such, she returns to her belongings, grabs her combat equipment and coin, and slings her sack of things over a shoulder and straps a dagger to her thigh.

With that done, she approaches Gsera, standing beside her. "I've... some things I want to see an armorer about. I'll go along with you... if you don't mind."

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Interacting with: Gsera ( joshuadim )

 

[joshuadim]

"I've... some things I want to see an armorer about. I'll go along with you... if you don't mind."

"You are more than welcome, Nora!" Gsera replied with a grin as she nodded to her new companion. "We could also stop by some other places too, if you don't mind. The store for leather and cloth also piqued my interest."

Interacting: Nora ( Vexumin )

 

[SilverFlight]

Tatum Aurani-Fafner of Abertsleigh

Tate spent the journey gleefully documenting everything he saw. On their breaks to rest the horses he went rooting around the underbrush for fresh herbs for his alchemical elixirs and on the road he happily made polite conversation with anyone who would indulge him, absorbing information like a sponge. He took full advantage of the diversity of professions he'd found in this new company. Tate was friendly and engaging and often a bit too curious for his own good, but he always seemed to be smiling, and was generally a welcomed distraction.

His golden palfrey mare he sometimes rode, and others lent her as a cart horse so the other animals could walk without burden. He wasn't used to carrying his own things, and though the effort often left him puffing, it didn't seem to be affecting his mood at all. This life was certainly harder than any he had had before, but he had been free to choose it, and no matter what it held, it was his and his alone.

When the lake came into view Tate couldn't keep the awe from his eyes. It was beautiful. He was crestfallen when the company was pushed on without stopping.
"Oh it's been ages since I've had a decent bath..."

However impressive the lake was, the town was even more so. Tate had never seen such a colourful collection of peoples and cultures. He glanced this was and that from the back of his horse, completely overwhelmed by so many new things.

When they finally came to a halt at their journey's end Tate stayed silent, listening to the conversation the others had with the guildmaster. He wiggled in his saddle, unable to contain his excitement. Neanke was just as he had envisioned she would be! Straight out of one of his books.

He listened to the options carefully. It took him longer than it should have to pick up on the inuendos being tossed around about the "Temple". When it finally did click he blushed and stepped back. "I'm afraid anything in there would be wasted on me."

Gsera announced she was visiting the armoury and Tate much preferred that idea. As a bonus, Nora said she was going too.

"Count me in!" Tate hopped out of his saddle, shouldered his pack and handed the reins of his steed to one of the guild's stablehands.
"I managed to collect some of the spider's silk and I'd like to see about it being spun into cloth. I am sure with a little alchemical adjustment, I can make a garment that can resist magic. If we have time, I would love to stop at the magical emporium. I'm completely out of the flametalon powder I use for my heat elixirs, and I need more healing herbs."

joshuadim Vexumin

 

[Breadman]

The company had finally arrived in Guildestad and for many of its members it was a sign of relief. No doubt many would take to the markets and inns to loosen up their purses and lessen the burden of coin. Pottrey looked at his knight with a specific glare as soon as the temple was mentioned.

"Would you like for me to gather the supplies you need, ser?" He asked with a dry tone, knowing full well the answer and already making a half-turn towards the markets.

"That would be very kind of you, Pot." Waylond untied a pouch from his belt and tossed it to his squire. Pot had already extended his hand upwards to receive it. "Take your time. The city is large and there are surely many merchants offering competing deals." The knight once again turned forward. "Lady Cassandra, wait. I require a proper guide for the temple. Its been a long time since I've properly communicated with the gods." His horse picked up the pace just enough to catch up. He quickly turned his head when Kastalli expressed her intention to join too, forcing him to raise an eyebrow "Feel free to join us. I can lend you coin if you need to make a donation." The sound of instruments started to get louder behind him. Of course the bards were not far behind. He then turned his head towards Sentry "Coming?"

"You go on ahead." The barbarian waved him off "I'm going with Gsera to see the blacksmiths."

"You need to see a blacksmith? Since when?"

"I need materials for my runes and gear. I thought it's obvious." She shrugged as it clearly wasn't "And I need to see if anyone can work with more exotic gear."

"Since you have your hands full, you should take Pot with you for an extra pair of hands."

"I don't need your cousin, Swifty." Sentry scoffed at the idea "I can carry my own things just fine." She detached from the group and joined Gsera, Nora and Tate "You heading for the stores? I'm in need of new things."

 

[Elenion Aura]

Olivier de Lyonesse

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Olivier de Lyonesse rode into Guildtown with the Company, the cobblestone streets beneath the horse's hooves a far cry from the polished marble of the court he had once called home. His steely gaze swept over the bustling market, taking in the motley assortment of merchants, adventurers, and other rough characters who seemed to thrive in this chaotic environment.

He steered his horse through the throng, his severe attire and aloof expression drawing curious, if not wary, glances from those he passed. The noise and the smell of the market square were almost overwhelming to his refined senses, but he forced himself to focus on the task at hand.

It wasn't long before he spotted Cecilia conversing with Neanke.

Dismounting from his horse with practiced elegance, Olivier approached them with a purposeful stride. "Cecilia," he said, his voice cool and measured.

He turned his gaze to Neanke, his eyes assessing. "I am Olivier de Lyonesse, and I, too, 'ave an interest in the matters at hand."

For the sake of Lyonesse and his own ambitions, he knew he must navigate the treacherous waters of Guildtown just as he had the court – with cunning, precision, and an iron will.

Calocis Fellshade

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Calocis listened intently to the conversation, his dark, inscrutable eyes taking in every word as they spoke of the Temple of All Gods' Love. Pure pagan idolatry, to be sure. And yet, a flicker of interest danced across his face when Neanke mentioned the presence of his kin. It had been some time since he had encountered others of his kind, and he could not deny the pull of curiosity that tugged at him.

As the others made their plans to explore the city, Calocis weighed his options. The possibility of reconnecting with his kin was tempting, and perhaps they could provide insight or information regarding his own sojourn above the ground. Besides, it would not hurt to keep an eye on his newfound companions as they indulged in the city's offerings.

With a barely perceptible nod, Calocis addressed the group. "I shall accompany thee to yon... Temple," he said, his voice low and measured. "Too long it has been since I have had occasion to parley with my kin, and I am curious to learn what hath brought them hither."

 

[Roda the Red]

At last, civilization! Syllannan sighed audibly as the group was allowed into Guildtown, all thanks to Pandora. Having to spend another night in the wild, while knowing that a comfortable bed and a trusty roof were but a few steps away, with all the traveling fatigue they had acummulated, it would have been nothing short of torture. The elf took notice of the familiar sights of Guildtown, still flabberghasted over the fact they hadn't become carrion for the titanic arachnid.

Actually, not only was Guildtown a place familiar to the mage. He would go as far as to say that for some short amount of time, he had called this place something of a home away from home. Back during his solitary travels, naively stepping out into the world., Syllannan came across Guildtown. Not only was he enamoured by the delectable sights, blending elegant architecture with aquatic nature, but the Red Dragon Guild served as a great hub for activity, the back then eager and greenhorn adventurer excitedly took on any job he could get his hands in. Before he knew it, the half-elf had spent nearly a month in Guildtown, and with a heavy heart, decided to continue with his travels once again. Ah, it might not have been that long ago, but part of Syllannan missed the simplicity of a solitary journey, sleeping in silence was a far easier task back then, he could assure you!

The group made a beeline towards the guild, being welcomed by an old woman, her face and silhouette being quite familiar to the mage, must be a recurring figure then. His theory quickly confirmed as her identity was revealed, and with that came good news, followed up by GREAT news. They now had a place to stay for a while, all the while not being exposed to blatant xenophobia.

"As nice as resting or a fine meal may sound right now" He rubbed his chin with his thumb and index finger, smiling meekly. "I do believe that checking the Emporium has piqued my interest the most, I have been there in the past, and their new wares might be of my interest...Anyone else would like to join me?"

 

[BriiAngelic]

• Amani al Kassam || Prince of Kassemid

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  Directly Interacting With:
  Syllannan ( Roda the Red )
  
  

  ~ Guildtown~
  
  Bon Voyage || Amani's CS File
  
  The road to Guildtown would have been indefinitely better without the sounds of the soldiers wishing to take their dives into the lake. He did his best to focus more on speaking with those he already knew as he began trying to get a feel for the others who were part of this company through the art of listening. While he found quite a few a bit more rowdy than he personally liked for people he barely knew he worked his best to keep track of those he had begun to take a keen eye to.
  
  When it came to interacting with strangers he found it safest to occur within cities and settlements. In a place with enough residence there was always bound to be an escape out from a situation, an alleyway, a chore, another person of note, anything to quickly escape from an unpleasant situation. Which meant now was the perfect time to strike, especially while the iron was malleable. With the general invitations left and right it provided key opportunities to integrate.
  
  He immediately put the temple out of his mind as a potential option. He had no want to participate in recreational purposes there and did not yet feel tired from the trek. He typically travelled light as it was and they already had plenty heading there who were likely to deal with supplies as they fulfilled their carnal desires.
  
  Instead, he honed in on the Axman intending to survey the Magic Emporium. A mage as well then? His interest was piqued as he passed the reigns over to his horse to ones planning to go to the stables in town with a quick thanks. He strolled up to the fellow before speaking.
  
  “I believe I will join you for it. You say you’ve been before, are you from these parts then?”
  

 

[AriAriAbabwa]

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Tags: @The Prophet BriiAngelic EdwardDewey98​

"Carnal desires and requests? That sounds amazing! I'll also tag along!" Hazel spoke briskly, dragging out the ends of his sentences happily. Carnal had the same start as carnivorous, meaning meat! Delicious meat, not limited to snails! And boy, was he craving something meaty! "But kind of strange to call it the 'Temple of All Gods’ Love,' hm?"

"I don't know, Hazel..." Joy squeaked beside him. "I don't think it means what you think it means..."

Hazel tilted his head. "Huh? But... But what could it mean?"

"Think about it! It's a temple, they said carnal, they might be practicing human sacrifice!" she squealed, shivering in fear.

The boy gasped. "Obviously not! You're such a silly snail, Joy!"

"But, but...!"

Hazel patted her with a finger. "It'll be fine! What's the worst that can happen?" He skipped over to the others who announced their going. "We're coming, too! I've worked up a mighty, mighty appetite!" he said with a soft smile. Joy sighed, fluttering after him. Before that, he waved high and energetically to his traveling companions. "Bye bye, Amani! Bye bye, Mihret! I'll bring you both leftovers!"

 

[EdwardDewey98]

“Olivier, huh?” Neanke spoke as she stared at Olivier, recognizing his coat of arms immediately. A grin spread through her face as she studied the young prince’s face. “A lion cub so far away from the pack? Boy, you have your lineages' look.” She said before showing a short sword to him. It held the coat of arms of the House de Lyonesse upon its hilt: “I assume you are the grandchild of Damond? You are too young to be one of his babes. When I was a little girl, me and my grandfather joined yours during the Ork wars. Lovely man, a bit too dense, but a man fitting for the title “The Lion of Eranoire”. Seeing your seal brings me a lot of dear memories back to my graying head, boy.”

Before the lordling could answer, the guildmistress motioned him and Cecilia to follow her as she did not wish to speak of her life story out in the streets. “Ah, where are my manners. Come in! See the guild for yourselves!” she stated with a smile as two guildmembers opened the doors into the grand hall. Cecilia, Olivier and some members of his entourage followed the guildmistress into the building, surprised by the sheer amount of trophies and heirlooms that decorated and lined the halls of the guild hall. Heads from various monsters, weapons from bandits and raider leaders, enchanted items gifted by talented sorcerers… though it was likely those were replicas.

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“Before my grandfather settled here with the head of Khushroshahi, the Red Death, this used to be a fort created by the Martorian Legions during their wars against the Swadi. That was a long, long time ago of course… and I imagine it was abandoned when the Empire died. When my grandfather showed up, it was home to a tribe of wildmen that still spoke the old tongue of Swadiland. He fought the chieftain and became their leader, with the tribesmen becoming first of the Red Dragon Guild.”

The group then passed through the main lobby, where several desk workers processed requests and new jobs that had been delivered by courier on land from various lands or by raven, falcons, pigeons and fae drakes by air. “So! You wish to do what my uncle did, Lady Ceci?” asked Neanke as she turned to look over her shoulder to the scholar.

“Your uncle…? Oh, you mean?” Cecilia asked, knowing that the Neanke did not have any other blood relatives.

“Aye, Haru Waaka… gods, even mentioning that name brings so many great memories.” She muttered as she walked past a painting of the great man himself. Olivier had heard the name before, as he was the first man to make a complete map of the world and is considered to be one of the greatest explorers to have ever existed. He embarked from the Yanya Archipelago and explore the whole world with his crew. In Helmos, he was often referred to as “Haru of the Isles” or “Waaka the Intrepid”. Some who witnessed his exploits gave him the moniker of “The Islander.”

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After passing the portrait of the intrepid foreign explorer, Cecilia, Olivier and his entourage walked into Neanke’s personal office – where she handled all of the business of the guild and, by extension, the city – beyond two beautifully carved wooden doors that, despite their heavy appearance, seemed to give way with ease. Inside, the office fielded double the amount of decorations, heirlooms and trophies than even the main hall itself, with items of far away lands that neither Olivier nor Cecilia knew about.

But what stood out the most to both was the preserved head of a massive red dragon that hung just above Neanke’s desk: the head of Khushroshahi, the mount and evil advisor of the Crimson Emperor who, after his liege’s death, terrorized Anooshirvan for a hundred years. “That’s… rather grim.” Said Cecilia as she stared into one of the dead eyes of the dragon’s head. Since dragon’s are sentient creatures, such a display seemed rather macabre for her.

“This old thing?” Neanke asked as she tapped it with her walking stick, letting off a click as it bounced against its scales. “Hmph, youth these days are too sensitive!” She spoke in a completely serious manner, before cracking a smile: “Heh… that’s the same thing my grandfather told me when I understood how drole this was… but to him, this head meant everything. Ever fought a Mušḫuššu? They are the most powerful dragons in the world.”

Neanke tapped the head again with her cane; “Khushorashi was among the biggest of them, and the most vile. Fifty people set off to kill him, and only four returned… Haru, my grandfather, and two locals named Yasham and Enkurash. This head was my grandfather’s reminder that he beat a creature of legend. It was his pride and glory.”

“I understand, but… how is this any different than leaving a criminal’s corpse tied to a tree? It’s barbaric.” Cecilia replied as she kept staring at the head, mesmerized by just how juxtaposed it was compared to its surroundings.

“Aye, it is… and I’m no Drachenjager. I hold no hate for dragons so I understand what you mean. But I will never dare to remove my grandfather’s greatest triumph from these halls. That honor belongs to a future guildmaster.”

Cecilia still looked a bit uncomfortable at the head, but decided to change the subject as to avoid any ire for both their sakes. “My apologies if I’ve upset you.” Cecilia then spoke cordially.

“No need to apologize girly. Some of my daughters and sons… even my grandchildren tell me the same thing. Especially after we befriended a couple of Dragons across the Ællian Mountains. At any rate…” Neanke said, motioning for both Cecilia and Olivier to sit down in front of her desk while she took her own seat beneath the draconic trophy. A sly smile spread across her face. Olivier’s entourage remained still behind him with two of his knights, Ser Gillot Vannier and Ser Poncellet Bousquet, stood next to their liege as bodyguards.

“I can certainly assume what you might want of me, Madame Cecilia!” said the guildmistress with a grin, which prompted Cecilia to blush slightly. Was it that obvious? The old maps of Haru Waaka would greatly help in her research… if she could get her hands on them. “O-only if you’re willing to share that information, my lady!” the scholar spoke up in response.

“Those old maps will help you dearly. If my uncle were still alive, he would also gladly help you on your quest! However-“

Upon hearing that word, Cecilia’s face sunk as she prepared for bad news. “Dear Gaia, girl! I haven’t said anything and you look like you’re about to break! Relax!” Neanke said with a laugh, which helped ease Cecilia’s nerves.

“As you might imagine here at the guild we reward people for a job well done. Well, I’ll reward you with copies of the map my uncle made… under one condition. The Baron of Castle van deer Draak requests out help, but due to the sorry state of the roads across Helmos and beyond I’ve not been able to muster a party large enough to aid him in his problem. The Orks of Glen’Daerg have been causing issues across Hamala as of late. And in Juaden and, of course, the Free Cities.”

“Hostile Orks?” asked Cecilia.

“Indeed. Now I know yours is not a military company, but you are not dealing with an army by any means… rather, just a group of Ork youths doing their adulthood rites. Their culture presses that only through combat a child can become an adult, and usually to do so they hunt down Wyverns together in the Dragon Pikes. But some say that King Norbuk II has died, and his son, Norbuk III, is not as friendly to non-orks. He is allowing, or just turning a blind eye to, warmongering youths to raid out the lands nearby.”

Cecilia looked at Olivier for a moment, wishing that Alberto had come along with them as he was better suited to talk about such a hefty request. “Well… I’ll give you an answer in a moment. I believe Olivier also had something t-to discuss with you as well?” she said, genuinely unsure how to respond in the moment and tried to buy space for herself. Perhaps Olivier had something more important to ask the old warrioress.

Interacting: Olivier ( Elenion Aura )

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As those who departed for the shops went together, they traveled through the city itself with helpful directions obtained as to not immediately lose their way. Gsera travelled with Sentry, Nora and Tate to the two artisanal shops that she had originally mentioned were of interest to her – and fortunately both were adjacent to one another. First that came into view was ‘Jackson’s Leather and Cloth Workshop’, which Gsera headed towards first with Tatum. “I’ll go here first! I’ll go to the other after.” Gsera spoke with a grin to both Nora and Sentry as she entered the building, followed shortly thereafter by the alchemist.

The outside, much to both their surprise, did not in fact smell like the usual leathercrafters' workspace as a distinct smell of manure was absent. And on the inside this remained the same, but the cause of this absence became apparent as they viewed candles practically oozing with magic burning off a scent that hid the pungent normal odours in their entirety and replaced it with a lavender-spice aroma. The inside was also surprising in terms of its workforce, as twenty Hob children hopped and scrambled about in working various tasks that had been given to them: such as tanning, curing, engraving for the leathers and spooling, weaving, and dying for the cloth materials.

It seemed almost chaotic, but there was soon to be seen a method of order in the frantic nature of the Hob children working – and both Gsera’s and Tatum’s presence did not seem to slow things down, despite attention being drawn to them as the kids looked at the new customers. The commotion from their voices then one of the kids yelling towards the back of the shop, which brought forward a much older Hob out front as he walked with a slight gait in his step while more children followed from behind who were also observing now both the druid and the alchemist with curiosity.

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“Ah, welcome!” the older Hob spoke with a smile, “Welcome to my humble abode. I trust my children haven’t made things difficult for you in any manner?”
He’s the father of all of them? Gsera though to herself in surprise, looking about at the sheer number of eyes looking at the two of them. Must be a lot of work.

“I am Jackson, as the sign says. Of course, ye are welcome to peruse and ask away about me services. I am always open for business!” the leathermaster continued, speaking in a thick accent that was distinctly that of Waterham – however he was much friendlier than the inhabitants of that town, given his demeanor. He waved to the shop around, signalling to several sections that showcased saddles, shoes and boots, as well as full sets of armour and clothing and robing. Just by a glance, even from an untrained eye, the level of craftsmanship on display here was that of beyond an expert – almost as if it every piece was a work of art.

Interacting: Gsera ( joshuadim ) Tatum ( SilverFlight )

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Nora and Sentry in the meantime approached to what was very visibly a large and extensive blacksmithy. A large sign hung out front in the shape of an anvil with the words ‘Tormund’s Steelworks’ carved into the wood and painted over to give additional flare to passersby. Out at the shop’s front stood members of the militia, who had been assigned by the guildmistress to look after the wares – given their value and quality, as it would be bad for them to fall into the wrong hands.

They viewed the arrival of Nora and Sentry without incident, though kept their eyes trained on them to make sure they were here as customers and not as troublemakers. Outside, both Sentry and Nora could feel the heat of the great forge itself without even being near it, which made the prospect of Tormund working all day within such conditions a daunting one to an outsider. When they passed through the door without incident, along with one of the guards as an escort, the guards returned to their loitering as they talked to each other in their native tongue.

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Inside, the hot air blasted the two of them with greater intensity than they had felt outside and now heard the clattering of hammer against anvil and steel as well as the hissing of air as coals were ignited and burned to heat steel before tempering in buckets of oil. Racks of armor and weapons lined the walls further away from the workspace itself, giving an idea of what exactly was being sold by the master here – as many were forged by Tormund himself, given the signage and signature on display, but some were from other regions as well from other smithies. For Sentry, she recognized one armor as a full set of bronze armor from the Yatsuki, her people.

At the counter nearby was a young half-Nekomata woman who greeted both Nora and Sentry with a wave and a wide smile before wiping her brow with a towel. “こんにちは! I am Himiko; you are welcome to browse the wares to your leisure.” She said as an introduction, whose attention then turned with the clattering of metal and feet as a dwarven man stepped out carrying a large box of horseshoes in his bulky arms, followed shortly by a younger dwarven woman – his daughter and apprentice – and three other dwarves, a Ljosalfar, and a Brannorian man. Tormund set down the box and clapped his hands together to partially clean them of the grime and dust they had accumulated and looked to Nora and Sentry with a grin.

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“Welcome! I trust the lass is helping you well in finding what ya need?” Tormund asked from under his bushy beard. “What brings ye' lot to my shop?”

“Se meitsje diel út fan de partij dy't Tsjusterspin fermoarde.” the guard that had accompanied Sentry and Nora then explained, which brought out an approving nod from Tormund.

“Ah, tough bastards – killing that beast. Well, in that case, look around to your hearts content! And if you have need of my services in particular then ask away!”

Interacting: Nora ( Vexumin ) Sentry ( Breadman )

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Syll and Amani had gone their own way to another shop, with a particularly different set of wares and goods in mind for the two more magically inclined members. Compared to the other shops that they had passed by, which seemed rather normal and ordinary in terms of artisanal craft and format, Gilke’s Magical Emproium came up as distinct in the way it was presented and shown. Outside from the dark black painted wood sign out front with a bright yellow wording, there too were the stone golems out front sitting stationary. Imposing as they were in size, they were harmless so long as there was no trouble to be had in the area and instead sat deathly still as if they were statues save for their glowing cores.

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Entering inside, both Syll and Amani were hit by the smell of reagents, herbs, and paper… as well as cat. There were several black cats rummaging around the interior of the shop through its shelves and counters and displays – but they were entirely different from any regular cat as they carried dusters and cleaning equipment in their mouths. They worked to keep the shop clean and tidy, and some even stood on hind legs as they worked, but most were still on all fours.

One of the felines approached Syll and Amani as she hopped onto a nearby countertop and sat along its edge. “Greetings! I’ll bring out master in a moment, she is currently busy.” The cat spoke with a cheery and joyful voice before walking over to the other long side of the counter and let out a distinct yowl. From the levels above descended a woman in a floating chair, wearing regal black clothing and a large pointed hat that sat atop her head gracefully.

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It was obvious that this was Gilke herself as her seating floated gracefully in between the various shelves and made approach to both newcomers as she remained airborne. “Wolkom. Binne jo hjir om te blêdzjen?” she asked first in Fryskolandi, but when it became obvious that neither understood her at first she switched her language. “Apologies. I am used to mostly conversing in my mother tongue.” She said now in Eranoiran, “You are welcome to look around for whatever you might need.” She waved her hand to various sections that had been cordoned off for particular specialities, such as staves, potions, alchemical ingredients, runes, and other magical oddities that have various purposes – all of which were available for both to peruse.

Interacting: Syllannan ( Roda the Red ) Amani ( BriiAngelic )

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For those that followed Pepin and Cassandra towards the Temple, they went in the opposing direction that the others had went to for their ventures in the city. Passing through what appeared to be mostly residential dwellings and larger stone buildings that dealt with municipal services, such as a post office and tax collectorship, they would then come to round a corner that directly showcased a street for the more pious and religious. At the end of the road, which branched off perpendicularly to form another avenue, sat a grand cathedral that was easily recognizable as that for Gaia – given its symbolism on display – and towered over all the buildings in the near vicinity. It seemed as though it was only matched by the size of the Red Dragon Guild itself, though it was hard to say for certain while being under the shadow of its splendor.

Other smaller places of worship lined the street sides as well, with small altars and statues lined with candles and offerings to deities of far away lands with names only known to few. The smell of wax, herbs, and incenses from each as the group passed by them wafted over them to give an aromatic idea of what was being worshipped where and by whom. “Wonder whose god is that.” Pepin commented as they passed by a small carved statue of a three headed figure sporting twelve arms in a concentric circle which was surrounded by bowls of fruits, flowers, and nuts within its small adobe.

There also was a Lykossian structure that sat across from the Temple that the group was venturing towards, that very much appeared pantheonic in its use, clearly a part of the Cult of All Gods. Those leaving the Temple crossed the street towards the pantheon, and vice versa as those from the pantheon walked into the Temple across the street. A curious sight to those who were unaware of the customs, given what was inside the Temple itself in its Isudan architecture and appearance. But what contrasted this southern style was the statues and shrines covered in wax at its front, as they were carved out of marble, and the offerings placed there being money and letters.

“Ah, these are Love deities.” Cassandra then spoke up as she looked at the statues with interest, “Though, not for their promiscuity. Rather, because they are chaste.” Cassandra then pointed to the first statue nearby that appeared to be wearing a head covering that obscured her face entirely: “This one is the Kassemidian deity Urwana, whose teachings of chastity resonate among those who follow the teachings of Madrasat Almadi.” At her feet sat spices and foods that, strangely, did not show any signs of rot or decay. Were they recent? Or perhaps something else was afoot?

Cassandra then pointed to the statue on the left, which sported ancient armor and carved feathery wings: “Ah, Alogos. A Lykossian Deity. He was a messenger of the gods and lover of Nidalgos, the god of magic. Said to have been beautiful, and remained chaste after Nidalgos’ death at the hands of the Cultists of Exedus. He represents everlasting love among the Lykossians and the ancient Martorians.” At his feet sat what appeared to be mementos of peoples loved ones who have passed, ranging from drawings to engravings. An old woman was on her knees in front of him and praying in hushed whispers.

Then the Hob scholar turned her attention to the statue on the right, who was visibly pregnant, wearing dwarven clothing, and surrounded by children wielding weapons as she held two of her own: “And this is Hilgur! The god of motherhood for both the Skaeglins and the Dverger. But not just motherhood, but also for bravery in times of hardship, protection of loved ones, and faithfulness to those you love.” At her feet sat clumps of hair tied with rope, which Kastalli recognized immediately that husbands and wives back home would have cut strands of their hair and tied them together – an offering here meaning a promise that their union would last until death did them part, and that wives and husbands who lose their spouse were forbidden to re-marry. Those widowed women often became shieldmaidens, and carry Hilgur’s symbol atop their shields.

Entering the Temple itself, following the pathway, those that joined Pepin and Cassandra would see the inside as a shock if they were unaware of the actual purpose of the building itself. Like it's outside, the interior was very much in the Isudan style, with its carved, point arches to complement the various walkways and the carved insets below ground level itself for either seating or for holding assortments of decorations such as plant pots. The smell of spices and incenses filled the air like a blanket, given how strong it was, that gave the temple itself a distinct atmosphere.

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There too was the continued theme of love, given additional statues lining the pillars and walls of the establishment, but there were people – of so many ethnicities, religions, and races – going about in carrying out their love. The passions of mortals were on full display, in various styles, positions, and sounds filling the scene around the newcomers. Such displays were, for Cassandra, enough to make her blush and almost look away out of secondhand embarrassment. But Pepin remained almost stoic like a rock, seemingly unaffected by what was unfolding.

Before either could comment on the obvious or on the general atmosphere, the group was approached and welcomed by a man dressed in fine Isudan clothing. He wore makeup that made his face all the more appealing, and had a pleasant fragrance to him. At his sides were two beautiful people, one of whom was an elven woman of Jengu origins, carrying the amulet of a southern goddess of fertility and love, and the other being a man of obvious Skæglin features; tattooed on his broad, masculine chest was the symbol of Loktor, the god of revelry, lust and ferocity. “Salamalekum, brothers and sisters. Welcome to the Temple of All Gods of Love.” The man spoke, his voice as smooth as silk and almost enchanting.

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“Bloody hell…” Pepin whispered to his companions, “I prefer women, but this lad has me questioning that.”

“A-ah… w-well… t-thank you for the warm welcome, sir…?” asked Cassandra, her eyes slowly drifting away as she looked at passing Priests of Love.

“Ah, aetidhari… I am Saadiq al-Rasheed. Imam of the deity Zayyaan. It is my mission to spread the message of beauty, art, and free-love. And I’ve been warmly received by the population of Gildestad, who appreciate my message.”

“Well, ‘tis an intriguing message!” Pepin spoke up, regaining some of his lost composure rather quickly.

“I am well aware that some of the visitors only seek temporary companionship. Perhaps, out of their line of work… or rather uncommital nature. But the priests and priestesses here are well versed in the arts of lovemaking, ensuring that their visitors leave with a stronger will and connection with the many deities of Love and Lust.” The Priest then spoke, motioning his hands lazily to the nearby statues for emphasis, before motioning the group to continue forth.

“Please, seek a priest of your liking. Listen to their sermon, and allow them to relieve any stress on your souls. All we ask is a modest sum of five denarii.”

Pepin looked shocked at such a low price as he turned his head to him. “5 denarii!? The cheapest whore in the whole of Eran goes for twenty-five!”

The imam smiled, but also looked somewhat unamused upon hearing the term ‘whore’. “Well, my good sir… these are not sex workers. But men and women who walk the path of their gods. And please… do not refer to them as whores. They spread the love of their deities and try to bring bread to their homes. They deserve respect.”

“Meant no offense, Priest.” Pepin then chimed in, spotting a target of his desire: a rather portly and attractive half-elven woman nearby dressed with thin silks. “I believe I see a lass that can help me on my, er, spiritual journey, if you will. Hehe… au revoir, les cons!” the older mercenary then spoke, walking over to the lady and finding himself whisked away with her to parts unknown.

“I… I don’t think I’ll seek companionship yet. But I’d love to ask you questions about this place, Master Saadiq!” Cassandra said as she looked up at the Priest.

“Hmm? Based on the ink on your face and clothes, I assume you are a scholar? If yes, then I am always willing to speak on the messages given by the gods of love and lust.”

Cassandra gave the priest a wide smile as she pulled out her writing supplies from her backpack. In the meantime, Calocis noticed the Imam looking at him; before he could ask why or where he could find his kinsmen, as had been promised, the Priest spoke with a pleasant smile. “Are all your kind this beautiful? Zayyaan must look at your people favorably, master Dark Elf.” Calocis then noticed the kinsman mentioned by the guildmistress – he was walking through the temple, before entering a room in the back and disappeared from sight. The priest looked towards Calocis, raising an eyebrow, before grinning at the priest of Nyarlaexedum.

Saadiq then turned to Kastalli. “Ah what a beautiful visage… my lady, your beauty is stunning. But I can see in your eyes… in your soul, that you require liberation. Please, step forth and seek companionship. They will help you.” The Imam spoke, both of his companions giving Kastalli a nod.

“And what about you, young man?” Saadiq then asked as he stared at Hazel and Joy. “You look confused. Please, if you have any questions, I am always willing to help the young but mature understand the message of our temple.”

Interacting: Calocis ( Elenion Aura ) Kastalli ( Beann ) Hazel & Joy ( AriAriAbabwa )

 

[Beann]

Following the group to the Temple, Kastalli was immediately impressed with the exterior of it. She walked closely by Cassandra as the scholar explained a few of the deities on display, clinging to every word. When she approached the statue of Hilgur, her jaw tensed slightly as she looked down at the clumps of hair tied together with varied colors of string. She did not necessarily follow the goddess but the idea of the customary union between spouses reminded her of Saito. Hilgur’s teachings would not prevent her from remarrying but it made her think: did she even want to?

She pushed aside her thoughts as the group entered the Temple. Immediately, her tail froze and her ears perked up in surprise at the display before them. Kastalli looked over her shoulder for a moment, second guessing that the group perhaps entered the wrong building but it would seem almost a handful of the company members were unfazed by the sight. Her eyes stared at the back of Cassandra’s head, attempting to block out the surrounding display but it was rather difficult to not sneak a glance or two.

Soon enough, she found her attention pulled to a beautiful man who approached the group, followed by two of his companions. Kastalli recognized one of his companions to be Skaeglin, offering him a slight bow of her head in acknowledgement. She listened to the conversation between Pepin and the Priest, her head tilting as her eyes shifted over to a few of the priests at work. Spreading the love of their deities was perhaps a little too literal, though she wouldn’t mind listening to a sermon.

Kastalli glanced back at Saadiq as he directed his attention at her, forcing her to stand up a little straighter. “Oh — uh, thank you?” She blinked a couple times, unsure what emotion her eyes were currently giving. She looked left and then right, clearly contemplating on what to do in this situation. “The aroma here is a bit…overwhelming. I am going to get some fresh air.” She proclaimed to the group as she took a few steps back before turning tail.

However, as she turned around, she came face to face — or face to body? Bodies? With other Temple participants. “Sorry — excuse me…” Her cheeks turned a bright red as she turned a different direction to maneuver around them but it would seem every turn she made, she was met with the same obstacle.

“Excuse me…if I may squeeze by…”

“Apologies…do not mean to interrupt…”

Kastalli found herself somehow deeper in the Temple, her tail twitching as she grew even more flustered. The sight of a lone priest caught her attention. Perhaps he could guide her the way out! She awkwardly shuffled around another group of love enthusiasts before reaching him. Upon a closer look, she noticed he was a half-breed like her. She recalled her late husband telling her about the half-breeds in Shige, ones with several tails. Kitsune? Yes, half-kitsune.

While her initial intentions were to leave the Temple, her curiosity about Saito’s culture got the better of her. “Excuse me, could you perhaps tell me about the Shigese gods?” She asked in Shigese.

 

[Roda the Red]

Syll's excitement was visible, as a kindred spirit took interest in his own andeavour, Syllannan had seen this man going around the company as of late, name was...Amani, if he recalled correctly, the elf had some interest in the man up to this point, both his attire and complexion showed his nature as someone from a faraway land, or at the very least, a descendant of such one. Either possibility lead the the chance of Amani holding a treasure trove of knowledge or stories completely foreign to Syll, however, time and occasion had simply denied the elf of a proper oppotunity so far. "Of course, my friend! Just follow my lead, I promise you the place shall not disappoint".

Syllannan guided Amani through the streets of Guildtown, moving forward with a confident stride as he striked a casual conversation with the man beside him.

A few minutes later, they arrived at their destination. As the pair entered, Syll smile at the sight of the familiar working felines. Even when it was his very first time seeing the cats, the surprise was considerably low given the things the half-elf had seen back at the academy. "Hello, Miss! You probably do not remember me, but it is good to see you again". He proceeded to examine the vast array of items available for sale at the different sections of the store. Unfortunately a lot of it simply wasn't very useful to Syll, magic staffs were always an asbolute no-go, and some of the fancier artifacts were simply outside of his price range. However, as he looked around, he took sight of a specific necklace, neatly place inside of a small class case.



Somehow, Syll felt like the artifact was calling to him, though...Not necessarily for himself. He stared down at his chest, observing his own necklace dangling from its cord. He did not forget Kastalli's gift from back in Parelstad. He considered that perhaps a little reciprocation was in order, and the thought of her happy expression filled him with anticipation, silver and blue, both colors that reminded him of her. Yes, this was definitely a work of fate.

"Excuse me! I feel magic from this necklace, could you tell me a bit about it? I am interested in buying it, also, I would be interested to know if you have any wares worth mentioning now?"

Interactions: Amani BriiAngelic

Mentions: Kastalli Beann

 

[Breadman]

Waylond untied a pouch from his belt and handed it to the imam. A determined look formed on his face as he looked to the different priests.

"Do not count the coin just yet. I'm in an open relationship with many gods and will occupy many of their priests. Their time is valuable to me." The knight then gave a respectful bow to the holy man and walked past him. The knight clasped his hands together as he looked to the wide selection of worship. His first stop was right next to a rather impressive statue of Aebbe that adorned a shrine dedicated to her. Right next to her was a duergar woman with red hair, freckles and a chest as impressive as the statue. "I should say a prayer to the Earth mother." he raised a finger "Let me just take a look around to see who else I need to pray to." The priestess nodded and let him go. It didn't take long before he ran straight into the elven goddess of motherhood and their priestess. Tall woman, slim build and rather modest. Her eyes hinted it was just for looks.

The third priestess sought him out instead. Her hand grabbed his shoulder and gently turned him around. The marking she had were enough to clue him in. She was tall and as imposing as Sentry. Well, the hair was jet-black and she wasn't decorated in tattoos, but the similarities were there. "I believe I'd also need a warrior's blessing." The priestess of Milanka grinned as she started to lead him back to the others. "Now hold on." He objected slightly. The knight excused himself for a moment, only to come walking back with two more priestesses. One of the Duku goddess Ackon and another of Arat. "Don't wait up for me." He gave one final message to his companions before disappearing to gods knows where.

The bards simply changed the tune of their instruments to better accommodate the mood.
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Sentry marveled at the preserved armor. She had thought this type of craftsmanship was lost to time, but here it was. She simply needed to know where it came from.

"Aye. We killed a great beast. That's what I assume you're talking about at least." She said, eyes barely tearing themselves away from the armor "That suit. Did you craft it yourself?"

 

[joshuadim]

Gsera, at the behest of the Master Hob of the shop, began to peruse the items and wares available nearby to her leisure. The level of craftsmanship that was on display was simply immaculate on many of the items - every thread or inset like a brush stroke on a canvas - and Gsera took the time to marvel at each and every one, no matter how dull the item overall might have been. To have worked so hard to achieve what appeared to be perfection, it was passion and a love for his work that was on display by the Hob. He was, implicitly, proud of everything he put up for sale to the people who bought from him. How could he part with any of these? the druid wondered as she silently observed one of the immaculate dresses nearby as well. The style was very much of this region, and was entirely foreign for someone from the Eonach Coillte, but she could appreciate it nonetheless even if she would never wear such a thing herself.

In the corner of her eye there was a shifting movement, which brought Gsera's gaze away from another piece of leatherworking she had been fawning over and towards one of Jackson's children. She seemed rather meek to approach as she looked from beyond the corner of a nearby counter rather than out in the open, but Gsera let out a friendly smile as to signal she meant to harm. "I see you!" Gsera said with a giggle, "Is this a game you play often with your siblings?"

"N-no... er, I mean yes! But n-not with you, Miss." the girl replied, stepping out from her watch place and approached the druid slowly.

The girl was still quite nervous, but Gsera had just the thing in mind. She twirled her cape about for a part of it to rest on her lap, and plucked out one of the verdant leaves from the masses. She enclosed it in her hand, outstretching it towards the Hob child, and closed her eyes to concentrate. A slight hue in the air surrounded the druid's hand, before she opened it once again to reveal that the leaf had, in fact, turned into a stem with roots. And it quickly grew right before the Hob child's mesmerized eyes as it sprouted and became fully a quaint little dandelion. Gsera tilted her head and closed her eyes with a smile as she offered a token of friendship that the child eagerly accepted.

"You know the store well, yes?" Gsera then asked as the child held the now blossoming plant in her hands, who in turn shook her head rapidly with eagerness. "What are some of the more valuable items your father makes?"

 

[Vexumin]

Nora walks along the city streets, following close to the four as they began to near their destinations. Before she knew it four became two. It was her traveling along with Sentry. This made her a bit nervous. She was somewhat used to the woman at this point, but it's not like they knew each other... at all. Even so, she wasn't sure if she was surprised that they ended up in the same place.

A blacksmith. By far one of her least favorite places to visit. The only reason for that being the temperature, especially when the forge is the entire establishment. You'd think that a place being guarded like it was would have had a more well-cooled parlor for customers to peruse different arms and armors. However, when she saw the first bearded man walk from the forges, her face immediately had a scowl as deep as the furthest reaches of hell. The only reason the look on her face disappeared after a moment was because it wasn't the same dwarf that she had been used to back home.

That explained why it was so damn hot at the very least. Dwarves.

It was a well guarded secret, less of a secret back home, that Nora wasn't a fan of dwarves. The ones that she was used to were loud, hasty, annoying. Particularly the dwarf she had to do business with back home. A dwarf whose name she dare not recall unless she wanted her mood to go sour for the rest of the day. A few people may never forget the day she had a screaming match with her smith on the street. One too many times had she been called 'pint-sized' and been ripped off that she snapped.

That wasn't a fun day, especially when everyone went running for their lives once the guards showed up to break up the disturbance. She would have certainly been arrested that day. Something something, a vase went flying, blah blah. Not important! At the very least her smith didn't ban her from their services, but the cost certainly went up. Way up.

As Sentry engaged the dwarf in conversation, she circled the displays, looking over blades too large for her to ever use in battle. Even so, it was impressive. The dwarf, Tormund, was probably the best smith in the city. If not the best then perhaps the third best. A city was always bound to have competition when it came to various crafts. Rounding through the displays, Nora soon collides with the counter before whirling and resting an elbow on it, as casually as she can make it seem, before looking at Himiko. She tried not to blush or act like she didn't slam into the counter on accident and that she was totally cool despite the horrid heat.

"How's it going, Himiko. Say, does Tormund do custom work? Maybe work with leather at all? I want to have some work gear ready that can handle more intense action. I'm more used to... smaller targets... than the group I'm with tackles. Maybe something with a bit of plate can be fashioned? I've got my current gear with me if he needs to take a look."

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Mentions: Sentry ( Breadman )

 

[AriAriAbabwa]

#AF7D50
Tags: EdwardDewey98 Beann​

For the whole trek there, Hazel mindlessly skipped along with his group, humming with each hop and step, for scrumptious, real food awaited them! Maybe this "carnal" place had those yummy meat pies that popped up every now and then? And apprehensive as his fairy friend was, it was obviously not a place of human sacrifice, even the forest-dweller knew that much. What was the worst that could happen?

Such was the thought that remained, even when Hazel noticed the scent no eatery had ever smelled before.

Or when he carelessly skipped around the near-naked servers.

But not when he heard the unhearable message of "the messages given by the gods of love and lust."

Huh? Hazel stopped skipping, yet his feet dragged him with Saadiq. Though his cat-like grin remained plastered on, his eyes went googly.

And then they stopped. Kastalli ran away. The man's eyes were on Hazel, now. Something in the younger boy snapped, his pupils spinning back in place. Hazel's usual smile turned into one of horror as he looked around himself. "Where are we?!" Breasts, chests, ohmygoodness where are their clothing? thought the man wearing nothing but a dirty cloak and loincloth.

His eyes landed on Saadiq, the man who lured them into the jaws of lust. "Joy! Headbutt!"

Popping out from Hazel's head, Joy spun out. "Fairy headbutt!" The fairy dove into a rapid, falling spin towards Saadiq's forehead, striking with the force of a finger flick.

In that time, Hazel took off screaming pure terror. Joy flew after with the same fear (though drowned out by her friend). All of this only led them deeper into the Temple...

 

[SilverFlight]

Tatum Aurani-Fafner of Abertsleigh
Tate followed closely behind Gsera as they entered the leather worker's place.
The items in the shop were all spectacular, and he admired the items right beside his new companion.

When the little child appeared he watched with a warm smile as Gsera entertained her with a bit of magic. He liked Gsera, he decided. She was someone that he imagined he could be fast friends with, and there was still that odd sense of kinship he just couldn't place. Perhaps it was because they both used magic?
In the spirit of this thought, Tate began to roll up his sleeves.

"Aha, some druid magic I see," He began in a mock-dramatic and playful tone. "The alchemist shall not be out-done!"
Tate rummaged around in his bag, drawing out three vials. To the first he added two and then four drops of the second and third, followed by a mark on the first vial with a strange quill, that seemed to write on the smooth glass as well as paper. The symbol glowed as Tate shook the vial and as he removed his thumb to pour the contents, what came out was not liquid at all, but a small, shimmering blue cloud of smoke. The smoke convulsed, split, and shrank to form seven glittering and ethereal smoke butterflies that began to float around the room, trailing sparkling dust as they went.

It was just then that the master of the shop saw them and approached.
"Your children are very pleasant." Tate replied. "I see you are an expert with leather sir, but I actually came with an inquiry for your weavers and clothiers."
Tate pointed to the door, where the large role of spider silk sat, propped up against a rack of boots.

"Not any conventional material that, but if I had some cloth woven from it and made it into a cloak, I could afford it some magical defensive properties with my alchemy."

joshuadim

 

[joshuadim]

Hazel’s sudden panic at the situation surrounding him and Joy made him act out to the surprise of the other worshippers and proselytizers nearby as they watch the situation unfold. Sadiq blinked in surprise when Joy collided with his head with a diminutive amount of force, before following Hazel as he ran off deeper into the temple itself. “Oh dear.” Saadiq said with a worried look upon his face, “I fear your companion might be overwhelmed… did he not know the purpose of the Temple?” Much to Cassandra’s surprise, Saadiq did not show any offense or anger at what had just transpired.

Still, she felt the need to apologize as she gave a quick bow. “I-I’m so sorry! I’ll get after them both!” the Hob scholar quickly spoke. But Saadiq let out a soft smile and shook his head as to indicate that such apologies were not necessary.

“It is quite alright. I’ll send our Djinn after the lad to get him on his way.” Before Cassandra could voice her concerns, he simply smiled: “Don’t worry, he won’t be harmed. Simply escorted out of the premises.” Before Cassandra could ask just *how* he planned on doing so, he began to chant in his own language – the repetitions and structure that Cassandra recognized as being a call to action – with haste.

A figure that almost appeared human, save for its blue skin and ethereal, wispy bottom half, materialized nearby much to Cassandra’s surprise. and floated off on Hazel’s trail. For Cassandra, it was quite a sight to behold as Djinn’s weren’t a common sight at all in these more northern regions. She would have to ask later how Saadiq managed to obtain one into his service for such matters.

Hazel in the meantime had continued to put himself deeper into the Temple itself. Holy unions of flesh and faith unfolded in various other parts of the Temple, which only added to Hazel and Joy’s panicked state as they ran together to try to find the exit. Though, admittedly, they were lost within the interior as they were in a completely different area. But Joy sensed something nearby that she recognized immediately: another Fae.

Joy quickly turned about and looked up to where she felt the presence, who sat on the support rafters above. And from what she could tell, this other fae had also noticed them and took a curiosity towards them as they looked at one another. This other fae was a Haltija, which begged the question as to why she was here so far from home.

Interacting: AriAriAbabwa (Hazel and Joy)

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The Half-Kitsune that Kastalli had come across slowly approached with elegance in every step. It seemed almost regal in the way he postured as he tilted his head with a sly smile. “Ah, the gods of my land? But of course – I am always pleased to indulge curiosities.” He responded as he took a seat on some cushions nearby; he patted to an open spot next to him, beckoning her to join him before she did so. The pillows themselves were soft and immaculately textured, but that was not what was of importance.

“We have a great many Gods... Kami, as we call them. Some greater and some lesser, and most of whom fight to become the Emperor of the Mountain – the ruler of Upper Shige – and the one who chooses the emperors of Shige below.” The priest’s face then curled into a smile and chuckled: “But I am a servant of the Playful Vixen, who cares not for such conflict. They embody all the little things in life, the ones that make you happy, and feel good about yourself… perhaps it is eating a delicious pastry just fresh baked. Or getting kissed by one you desire… love reciprocated.”

He twirled his fingers about, rubbing between one another as he let out a sigh: “Because love and pleasure is not always just from the flesh. Though, they do often intertwine.” He then turned to Kastalli again: “And the Vixen is not beyond that either… as they associate with the Singing God of the Forests. The Kami of art and beauty, nature and archery. And also the Prince of Princesses, the Kami of love and relationships. The trio of whom, some such as I say, are lovers.”

With his explanation over he then turned to another subject: “I must ask, why are you interested? Most who come to me aren’t here for lessons in religion or history.”

Interacting: Beann (Kastalli)

 

[Beann]

Kastalli took a seat beside the half-kitsune when prompted to, her tail gently wrapping around her waist and laying neatly on her lap. She listened quietly as he explained a few of the Gods — or Kami, as he mentioned. The Playful Vixen did sound the most interesting out of the three he described as she thought of the things that made her happy. Sleeping. Eating fish. Her friends Sera and Syllannan. There were plenty of other things that made her happy but those were the immediate three that came to mind.

Her back straightened slightly as he directed a question at her. “Oh! Well…” Kastalli’s tail thumped awkwardly against her lap as she looked down at her hands. “My late husband was from Shige. He was not a man of faith so he never told me about any of the Kami but learning more about his culture makes me feel closer to him.”

 

[ItcamefromtheVoid]

Rinn Dumwevar X Yagnar

It has been three years since Eachann exiled them from her home. The pair had been thick as thieves facing the dangers of Gea together. Not once had she regretted her decision. Yagnar had been a loyal companion through all the things they had been through. Now, they were currently making their way towards Eanoire. After travelling for so long and living from place to place, it was time they made a new adventure. Since the beginning of their journey, Rinn and Yagnar have been taking turns hunting their food when needed. Today was Rinn's turn. She had ventured into the woods on foot with her spear leaving her sword at camp with Yagnar as he started a fire to cook their meal should she be lucky enough to return with prey they could eat. Rinn stopped at a small glade where she found various trails made by creatures that used the clearing to graze. Walking to the west side of the moor Rinn spotted a shrub that a stag had used to feed based on the tracks she studied on the ground. Looking to her right, there was a pond fed by a stream. She approached the shore of the pond, cupping water in her hand to take a drink. The stream she was sure fed into the river where Yagnar and she had made camp. The tracks she found moved in the opposite direction, away from the stream and the pond.

The water had felt refreshing against her throat and energized her to press further into the forest to hunt for wild game. Spear in her hand and knife on her belt, she stepped through the trees, her eyes surveying the area as she quietly walked, taking slow but deliberate steps that followed the trail made by the animals living in the forest. The tracks became too muddled for her to identify, but she knew if she continued to follow the trail, eventually she would come upon something that would fill their bellies. Rinn took in the sights and scents of the forest, the freshness of nature filling her lungs as she let her open hand take in the sensation of the tall grass and shrubbery leaves skim her skin, a warm smile crossed her lips as she took it all in. Roughly one-hundred and fifty paces from the clearing, Rinn spots the stag she had been tracking from the glade. It stood still lifting its head with an impressive set of antlers that would make any hunter proud. Rinn kept obstacles between her and the mule's vision, her movements slow and methodical as she approached the deer with her intent to kill and provide food for herself, Yagnar, and a treat for Kharr. She crouches in the bushes as she creeps closer to the deer, carefully keeping her feet from snapping any rogue twigs as she gets within range for her spear to make the kill.

Once she had found a good spot with the stag within striking range of her throw she raised her spear and her body twisting and thrusted her spear forward pivoting on her hips releasing a powerful throw, her aim true the spear penetrated deep into the body of the deer making it release a cry of pain and run for a short distance. She chased after her prey with determination and focus. Coming upon the wounded animal she drew her knife and ended its life quickly. "Go raibh maith agat as do íobairt. _{Thank you for your sacrifice.}" She spoke with a quiet, soothing voice as the life drained from the mule quickly.



Rinn returned to the camp where Yagnar had started a fire and let it burn down to good cooking coals. She removed the innards of the animal letting Kharr feast on them as a tasty snack. After washing her hands, she hugged Kharr's snout rubbing his horn. "Chaill mé tú freisin, Kharr._{I missed you too, Kharr}" She sat near the fire where Yagnar began cooking the portioned quarters of the stag. Some of them were cooking higher over the heat than the others so they would keep longer as they travelled. Yagnar looked at her, his face full of question and gratitude. "Cad é, Yagnar? _{What is it, Yagnar?}" She asked the Orc that had been her companion over the last three years.

"Cén fáth a bhfanann tú liom? _{Why do you stay with me?}" Yagnar turned the cooking meat on the fire as he took his eyes from her to tend their meal.

"Tá sé níos sábháilte taisteal le chéile, agus is tusa mo chara. _{It's safer to travel together and you are me friend.}" Rinn smiled at the Ork.

"D'fhéadfá fear láidir dathúil a aimsiú, atá níos cliste ná mise faoin am seo. _{You could have found a strong, handsome man, who is smarter than me by now.}" Yagnar's gaze turned to the fire wondering if he had been a hinderance on her fitting in among other humans because she travels with an Ork.

"Yagnar, tá tú dathúil do Ork, ach an chuid is mó ar fad, tá croí maith agat. Cé acu is fiú níos mó ná aon fhear aigne géar. _{Yagnar, you are handsome for an Ork, but most of all, you have a good heart. Which is worth more than any man's sharp mind.}" She placed a hand on his forearm and scooted herself closer to him. "Ní raibh aiféala orm riamh faoi mo chinneadh cosc a chur ar do fhorghníomhú. _{I've never regretted my decision to prevent your execution.}" She told him. She giggled slightly watching the Ork blush from her touch and proximity. While she never saw him as a romantic partner, she has always considered them to be close even more after three years. There was some of their hunt left raw for Kharr, but it was hardly a meal for the large wyvern that carried them.

After filling their bellies, Rinn stood up pulling Yagnar to his feet with a slight struggle. Then she started packing her things. Yagnar picked some large leaves to wrap the leftovers in that would help keep it from getting too dry while they travelled. "Bímis ag bogadh. Táimid gar do na cathracha saor in aisce. _{Let's get moving. We are close to the free cities.}" Rinn smiled as she gathered her pack and weapons, then climbed onto Kharr's back. Yagnar reluctantly followed suit, and they took off to the skies, heading over the forest on the wyvern's back. Safety in the sky had been their saving grace with the travel speed and a lack of monsters that want to attack a wyvern of Kharr's size.

Rinn kept her distance from Gildestad, landing nearby in the wilderness. So that Kharr wouldn't scare the locals as she swooped down to find work. Instead, she walked into the town of Gildestad on foot and while she couldn't read the words, Rinn used the people and the pictures on the signs to help her navigate. Walking into what she assumed was the guild house, so she could find any sort of adventuring work that would pay well. Garnering some stars as she walked into the leather works, dressed as a wild woman, carrying an impressive set of antlers and a pelt she had collected in the morning.

Yagnar became curious about some travellers and followed them to a temple. As he stepped through the doors dressed in fur and leathers, the purpose that the temple serves puzzles him. Seemingly a house of pleasures of the flesh, but also a place of worship. Yagnar forgets he doesn't have coin for a donation, but ventures in behind the other travellers that he had followed to the temple. Meanwhile, Rinn walked through the leather shop looking at what they had for sale. She decidedly would try to get a good deal for the pelt she carried. The enormous sword on her back would lend to help with that, as she definitely resembled a warrior from Glen'Daerg. She also considered that it might hinder her only know her own language and Ællian. "Ba mhaith liom an cleite seo a dhíol. Cé mhéad? _{I would like to sell this pelt. How much?}"

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OOC stuff

In proximity of Tatum( SilverFlight ) and Gsera( joshuadim ) With Rinn. And ( EdwardDewey98 ) with the others at the temple being followed by Yagnar, who is curious about the temple. Yagnar is unarmed because he didn't return home and get any of his possessions. Unlike Rinn, who had the chance to gather her items before being exiled.

 

[joshuadim]

Tatum's own display of alchemical magic erupted gleeful cheers from the children as a few of them rushed quickly to chase the butterflies that had been manifested. Jackson himself remained as he watched the happiness unfold with crossed arms, affording them some bit of distraction before they would return to work for the rest of the day. But when Tatum approached with his request, showing off the silk he had collected from the great spider, Jackson let out a slow nod. "Mhm, spider's silk is not a reagent often requested by clients. But, fortunately for you, I learned that particular craft from the great Huangli the Weaver when he stayed here some years back." he spoke as he took a closer look at the webbing, picking it up with his own gloved hands.

His eyes danced across the webbing, taking in its appearance and texture before nodding. "A cloak you say? Indeed I can make something for you. Though it will take a bit of time. Fortunately, it is easy to work with through a loom - even more so than fabrics - and so it should be ready in a few days." And before Tatum could speak, as if anticipating the question, Jackson raised a hand and smiled. "The Red Dragon Guild is paying for it, so don't you worry about cost. I already got the news." he said before walking off with the material towards the back of the shop.

The little hob girl meanwhile, so enamoured by Gsera's display of magic, looked with wide eyes that twinkled with a childlike joy as she witnessed the flower grow before her very eyes. In turn, she dropped her guard and became excited to help the druid as she gave Gsera an eager nod to her question. "Follow me, Miss!" she said as she led Gsera through the shop, clinging on to her fingers as Gsera walked just behind with a smile. Passing by a few display cases further into the store, the druid was brought towards the very end of the store along with a few of the Hob child's siblings watching as well. There, she would come across a pair of gloves that seemed so simple: brown, cured and expertly stitched leather decorated with green dye in a intricate pattern that caught the druid's attention wholesale.

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What was curious was that these were not on display, but rather still on the workbench as if they were still being worked on. They were held upright on small stands to allow for its maker to rotate and look for imperfections when needed. “Like what you see?” Jackson asked as he approached from behind before walking over towards the table. Hopping on a small stool he pulled out a small pair of glasses and inspected his work like it was yet another one of his children - with pride. “Been working on this piece for a while. It's not often I get to work with Sotiran Elk leather, but it always produces the most exceptional results.”

"It's... beautiful!" Gsera remarked as she leaned in closer, seeing even smaller details up close. Within the green markings were various lines that danced across the surface as if they were carved into stone. And in turn they created beautiful symbols and markings that added such richness in detail. How Jackson had managed this was beyond her as she marvelled at all of them. "...how could you part with this? Or any of your craft? They're all art!"

Jackson let out a chuckle as he shrugged: “The real joy from my work is seeing people wear them. That completes each piece, for without the body they simply are idle. But when put to use they become whole."

Gsera thought about it for a moment before nodding as it made sense in her mind, before looking back to the gloves. "If you want them, then they're yours." Jackson then said with a smile as he lifted them off their stands and presented them to her. "They're already ready, I had just spent the past few weeks double and triple checking them."

"...are you sure?"

"But of course! Like I said to your friend, the Red Dragon Guild is paying for them regardless." Jackson replied with a grin, which in turn had Gsera picking them up as she gave the master crafter a bow before putting them on. They fit snugly onto her hands and in turn fit well with the rest of her attire's colours, which made her immediately appreciate them as she paced quickly over to Tatum to show off her find.

"Look! Incredible, aren't they?" the druid mused to Tatum with a wide grin and she wagged her fingers through their new coverings.

Jackson's attention then turned to the newest arrival inside: a rather large woman carrying a large pelt from that of a deer, as the expert leather worker recognized, but spoke in a language he couldn't recognize. However, he could venture a guess as she had brought in a freshly skinned pelt to him of all people. "To sell?" he asked while motioning his hands to try to convey the point across. Though at first it was hard to breach the barrier of communication between the two, but Jackson moved to collect a few coins and shook them with one hand while shaking the pelt with the other.

This brought out a nod from the woman as the two understood one another's intentions. He brought her over to the countertop and collected a small pouch with gold coins inside, around 30 in total, and set it on the surface in front of Rinn for her to take in exchange for the pelt.

Interacting: Tatum ( SilverFlight ), Rinn ( ItcamefromtheVoid )

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"That particular piece?" Tormund said with a smile hidden by his beard, "That one is the exception to the rest here. A lot you see here was made by my hands. A few pieces were left to my apprentices, and a few picked up from elsewhere, but that is not recent handiwork. It's a Yatsuki piece of work, which means its quite old. I had to do some restorative work to get it back into proper condition. It is, however, quite a piece if I say so myself if you are interested in it." He then tilted his head as he saw Sentry's interest in it compared to the rest of the works on display. "What's got yer eye on it, if you don't mind me asking?" the master smith then asked.

Himiko gave a nod towards Nora: "Well, yes! Some patrons require specifics that only he can complete. Leather with plate you say? We have worked with splint armour and banded mail requests before." She then looked at Nora's smaller proportions and let out a 'hmm' as she pondered the specifications that would be needed on the basics. "Seeing your current gear would help." Himiko then commented, "Helps to get an idea of your dimensions.... intense action and smaller targets? I assume you want to keep your noise profile lower then?" she then asked as additional inquiry to get an idea in her head of what the order would be.

Interacting: Sentry ( Breadman ), Nora ( Vexumin )

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Gilke tilted her head as she visibly rummaged through the recesses of her mind for any remembrance of Syllannan. She peered at his face for a few moments before shaking her head: "Apologies. I do not have a memory of you." she said with a shrug, before watching Syll browse the various items on display. She floated nearby, focused on one of her ledgers to look at recent sales and incoming purchases, before her attention was brought forth. She floated atop her seat towards where he stood and looked at the particular piece he pointed out that had piqued his interest.

"Ah, that is a good piece. It has warding magic upon it to ward away bad dreams." Gilke explained before taking the piece out of its container. "It helps with those with restless nights, or night terrors that ravage the soul. If you desire it, then you may have it - courtesy of the Red Dragon Guild's coffers. As for other items of interest... well, I would have you define your idea of interesting."

She then turned towards Amani, who had been browsing himself in the shop until now and nodded her head. "As for you, is there anything of interest you seek? Or any reagents you need?"

Interacting: Syllannan ( Roda the Red ), Amani ( BriiAngelic )

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The half-kitsune flicked a few of his tails when Kastalli mentioned her husband's passing and his face softened from empathy. "I am sorry for your loss." he spoke as he gave a small bow with his head. "Losing the one you share your life with is always painful. Is that why you are here?" he then asked, "To try to move on? I understand if not, but many seek the comfort of the Gods and their messengers. There is no shame in that."

He then twirled a finger through his hair, letting out a playful chuckle before crossing his legs atop one another. "Or perhaps I can give another history lesson, if that is what you desire? Shige is a vast region, with a great many places, daimyos, and wars to cover. But I shan't tarry you any longer if you don't desire it."

Interacting: Kastalli ( Beann )

 

[Breadman]

"Its..." Sentry didn't know what to say to him. She couldn't exactly say she is centuries old and that this was her only living memory of her life. "...A very important personal artifact." She found the right words. The barbarian lifted one of her arms to show the bracer with its markings and runes. "As you can see I have something of a similar make. Can trace my own ancestry back to them and that piece would be exactly what I need." She prepared the sack of coins she was handed "Willing to pay the price for it."