South Bound: The Quest for Hastrajal (RP)

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The harlequin did not reply, instead taking one look at the charging group and then, for lack of a better word, fell. She lashed sideways, her body paying no regard to gravity as she pinwheeled, her heel landing firmly in the face of one of the brutes, before flipping over his head. Dropping behind him, she disappeared into the crowd of low-class brawlers, signalling the fight had really begun.

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(Sense I dont want to actually wait any longer to do the skip.)

The street brawl barely starting out in the streets, the sudden appearance of a somewhat drunken beast rider certainly changed the dynamics of things. It didn't help that he rode full speed into the group, trampling one brawler, knocking a few on there backs and impaling one on his holstered spear. "Begone filthy peasant!" He said rather unhappy as he kicked the one impaled off his spear, riding off in the darkened streets. What was left of the brawlers, a bit freaked out by the sudden occurrence, one impaled and another trampled to death, ran for dear life in every direction.

Meanwhile...

The scorpion's stance was clearly agitated at the would be guest, hissing and clawing towards the intruder but not making much of a move. The offering of food though somewhat calmed Neek, for a minute. It was clear it wanted more as it crushed the stone tent the intruder made with one of its pincers, only to grab the nearest object and scuttling off back to its corner. After chewing on what it grabbed for a bit, Neek realized it wasn't the bag of food but a sandal. Neek was not happy in the slightest after that. Making a 7 meter circle in the sand around itself with its stinger, as if daring anyone to cross it, Neek stood awake, guarding its master for the rest of the night.

SKIP TO MORNING

Waking in the early hours of the morning, the sun just barely visible on the horizon, Ruka was preparing all her gear for her new job as a bouncer of sorts. She didn't expect anything to really happen today but nonetheless it was better to be prepared. Getting downstairs, the main room of the inn was still empty, normal for this hour in the morning really. However, at the entrance of the inn, someone was knocking on the wooden frame of the door. "What the..." Getting closer, Ruka noticed that the man was putting up a letter on the door with a nail. "Hey, are you allowed to do that?!" Ruka yelled out.

The man turned around, laughing to himself as he looked at the orc. "I am allowed to do whatever pleases me dear maiden." He said, pointing to the four fancy badges on his belt. In truth, those badges represented the elite officers of the Emir himself, this man had four of them so one could only imagine what he could do to gain them. However Ruka had absolutely no clue what the badges meant. Grabbing the hilt of her sword, she asked the man again. "I'm warning you, are you allowed to do that or should I call the owner?"

(Better come quick Amoeba :P )

Czir

Waking up disoriented, Czir looked directly upwards to noticed he was outside. Patting the ground, he also found out he was on Neek's back. "Thank the Gods I have you to look after me girl!" He said to Neek while laughing. Sitting himself up slowly, his head spinning hard as he did, Czir looked around, noticing one corpse on the ground, a small woman in her early 30's by the looks of her, she was in the large circle on the ground by the looks of it. "Did you stop that mean thief from getting into my pockets? Your such a sweet girl!" Czir laughed as he padded Neek's head. "Tell you what... When I can see straight, I'm going to get you a nice Quovskan steak."

Its about then that he noticed a rather odd stone tent near them, it wasn't there last night when he entered the Inn. "Hello? Anybody in there?"

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"Ruka? What's going on?" Nathaniel strode rapidly into the main dining hall, wearing an apron and wielding a grease-stained spatula. The innkeeper had been working in the kitchen, preparing for the new day. Nancy had gone to bed only a few minutes earlier-the nocturnal spider-morph must have barely missed the orc on her way. He took in the scene for a second, glancing first at the paper, then the officer's badges. It was the man's habit to always examine the situation before doing anything at all. When he did so, one often got the sensation that Nathaniel was peering a little deeper into the matter than they'd prefer, if the situation involved personal matters.

Instead of reprimanding Ruka or the officer (Both of which would have probably been rather poor ideas), he instead stepped closer, so as to read the pinned up letter, scanning it quickly.

"Ah, don't worry, Ruka." Nathaniel nodded mostly to himself. "Just a bounty for some bandit. It happens now and again. This man is from the Emir, and particularly high ranked at that."

He clapped his hands together, obviously wanting the interaction to be over.

"So then, will that be all?"

Porthis came down the stairs just then, but ignored the situation entirely by heading directly into the kitchen.

Valentine was still asleep in his room as this went on, recovering from the tiring events of the previous day. He was still fully dressed in the same clothing, sans hat, gloves, and boots which hung on the nearby chair and door respectively. His mask rose and fell with his steady breathing, peacefully closed eyes framed by white hair that was well-kept enough to make even some women jealous. Nobody would mistake him for the epitome of manly handsomeness, but he was physically appealing enough in his own way.

Not that Naoko particularly cared about either his well-deserved sleep or appearance of form. The mischievous kitsune was currently constructing a small cage of wooden twigs shaved from an old broom left behind in the closet around Valentine's head and neck, creating a makeshift glue from her own magic.
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"Argh... my head...damn, that hurts..."
Aaron opened his eyes to find himself face-first on the stone path of the alleyway.
his memory of last night was a bit foggy... He remembered a horseman charging through the fight* and nearly trampling him, but that was it. He assumed that in the confusion, someone knocked him out.

(*An assumption, If wrong, please break glass.)

"If I ever find that horseman, I swear by all that's holy I will kill him..."
Slowly, he picked himself up off the ground and dusted himself off.
Making sure nothing had been stolen from him, he checked his pockets and equipment... He still had his sword, pistol, and leather armor... just about everything, even the few coins he grabbed last night.

Having done all of this, Aaron had attempted to move along, before a wanted poster fallen on the ground caught his eye...
Naturally, he grabbed it and took a closer look... What he saw did not brighten his mood... He was the one they were offering the reward for.*

My family must have been desperate indeed, for these to find their way here...

"So much for a low profile... I shouldn't have boarded that ship."
He said to himself, tearing the poster in half, tossing the pieces aside, and walking away from the aftermath of the brawl without another look, not bothering to see if his "companions" were still around.

(*Note: This doesn't have to include the wanted poster at the inn.)
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(Well, let's roll. Time to get this party started.)

As the sun rose on the city of Rune, so too did someone else. With a yawn and a stretch the girl flickered back into existence still on the same tower she had been on the night before. As she woke the scent and feeling of a sun baked desert swept through the town almost like a dry wind, no doubt aggravating the various magic users in the city. Rubbing the exhaustion out of her eyes, she felt a certain tingling sensation pass through her. She narrowed her eyes slightly at the sensation and reached out with her mind, trying to locate it. The sensation was sparse but she managed to figure it out with some effort. The smallest of grins passed her face as a familiar feeling made itself known. To think someone of her kind to be located in this city, so far from where they originated from.

Reaching out and checking the various inhabitants of the town, she felt a sense of delight cross her as she noticed several new people in the city strong enough to help her. Excellent. With only a day or two left she did not have the time to be selective. Exerting herself once again, she put out another telepathic pulse. It was a simple compulsion, directed towards those strong enough to help her. Nothing more than a whispered cry for help and a telepathic beacon to draw them to her.

Satisfied with her work, she slipped out of existence for a moment only to reappear in the main hall of the church. Judging by the looks of things the building was abandoned years ago. Shrugging, she sat down in a chair only to pass through and hit the ground. Growling she snapped her fingers and with a quiet fwoosh the chair was reduced to charcoal. In all honesty this existence of undeath was beginning to get to her. The sooner she could return back to where she belonged, the better it'd be for her. Dusting herself off, she sat down on the stairs and waited. At the very least, that of her own kind would respond and they would most definitely be willing to help.
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Ir rolled over onto his side as the warmth of the breaking day touched his feet. Stiring to full wakefulness he sat up and rubbed his face after hearing the voice of someone near by calling to him. his mouth was dry and cracked when he attempted to speak and he had crust on his eyes making them hard to open, he summoned an orb of water and used it to splash and scrub his face. once done he pulled all the dirt and gunk from it and drank the ball. "Yes someone is in here, just a moment please" he called out to the voice. he opened the food bag and dug out a large chunk of salted sand rat and popped it into his mouth, he looked around for a moment seeming to have lost something before he recalled the Sand scorpion took one of his sandals. shrugging it off he dispersed his tent and stood up.

"Good morning Rider, you have quite the amazing mount there if i may say so, she also seems to enjoy sand rat meat and sweat soaked reeds." he chuckled to himself as he walked to the line drawn in the sand. "Good morning to you too Noble scorpion, thank you for not killing me last night. did you enjoy my footwear, i certainly hope so, because i need to make another now."he clapped his hands together and gave a small bow before turning his attention to the rider, "i hope it wasn't too imposing of me to use your Mount as a guardian last night, i arrive late into town and have no coins. i Will make it up to you in any way you see fit if i have offended......" a shiver went down his spine as he felt a faint voice whispering into his head even though the whisper was faint the only thing he was able to hear was loud and clear 'HELP' . he quickly shook it off, maybe he would inspect it soon but for now he had other worries.. "you and a noble mount."

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The Night Before(Sorry about that)

Rakamilya

Shook her head, "Mages, always meddling in affairs not their own." When asked how she'd known he was not a man in a suit she smiled. A moment later one of her fetishes jumped up upon the table, tossing a rock up and down, "The fact that your armor rings like bell when struck hinted. But I am shaman." She left her words like that, assuming that he would know of what she spoke. But where she came from everyone knew what a shaman was, and the fact that they were quite attuned to spirits.

As she waited for his reply her eyes would glaze over softly, and then quite suddenly she would climb to her feet, "I appologize, somthing calls my attention, if you not mind, I'd like to speak to you further, perhaps tomorrow in the morn?"

Hathor

The winged woman chuckled as she listened about the others travels. When the subject came back to her, "To say the least, my bosses had a certain lack of morality, at least in the jobs they accepted. Thus why I'm striking out on my own, though I have offered consider doing jobs for them here if they have need, but I of course get to determine what I do and don't do. As for meeting people like that, quite frequently, a hazard of my job," Her lips would then turn up into a wicked grin, "But I never have to deal with them for long."

The woman would continue to speak with them, well at least the one, for a while. When it came time for them to part she invited them back to her own place, intending to make a strange offer to them, but they declined. She was still intriqued by them and decided to come back here nice and early for breakfast.
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The Night Before:

Sort of Satisfied with with her answer, but not fully knowing what a shaman was or what lay ahead of him in the morning, he bid her adieu as she got up to leave. Not really needing the comfort of a bed, as his armor was too heavy for any to support, he decided to just stay in the corner of the room, and like a decorative Suite of armor, he simply leans against the wall and falls asleep, his armor remaining soundless. The tavern empties out as people forget about the armored man and silence befalls the room.

The Next Morning

He wakes up to the sound of people entering the tavern, already energetic. Still a bit tired, he remains still and has a look around. He did not wish to draw attention to the fact that he had been there all night, and so decided he would wait for more people to come before he would move again. Still he was thinking of that shaman from the previous night, and he was wondering if she was going to get the local authorities to drag him back to the academy. He decided that he would wait to find out, but that if things got sour, he would make a run for it through the back.

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Allison sat up in bed, still groggy and half-asleep. Even with being back in a city after so long, she wasn't about to sleep half the day away. Still, it was likely early. She could go back to sleep, but she always liked to watch the sunrise...

She climbed out of bed and got dressed, before fixing the bed so it wasn't a mess. (By no means is it "made", however.) Afterwards, she opened the shutters and leaned on the windowsill, looking out over the city as the sun started to rise. Being a descendant of the legendary firebirds made her love sunlight, but it didn't matter who or what you were- Sunrise and sunset were always a pretty sight.

Her peaceful morning was interrupted when she heard a ruckus from downstairs, although the noise died quickly. Before Allison could settle down and continue to watch the sunset, however, she felt something. The best way to describe it would be that her head "throbbed" for a second, imparting a whispered cry of help and a vague location, which she felt oddly drawn to. There was something about the message, though, something... Familiar. Allison wasn't new to the whole telepathy business; she'd encountered it before, but this was different somehow. Fainter. Familiar yes, but different, like an old friend whose voice had been changed after years of separation.

It was worrying, in a way, and the strange feeling was more of a deciding factor than the cry for help. And so, with a slight frown, Allison gathered her things and started downstairs, but then the smell of cooking food reached her nose... Breakfast first, then to the vague location.



Cayl woke abruptly, nearly knocking Sam off the bed. "Nng, sorry girl." His tone was low and tired as he spoke, gently petting Sam's head while he did so. "That was a weird dream..."

He laid back down, staring at the ceiling, pondering his dream. There was a mention of help, and it seemed to mentally pull him someplace, which caused him to wake. Not sure what to think of it, and still barely half-awake, he sighed. Maybe he should go get some coffee.

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Ruka

The Emir's Agent let out another small chuckle, gazing between the Orc and the Inn owner. "One last thing, the Emir holds particular interest that a soul of Castam does this job, his fascination with foreign warriors always makes things a bit of a hassle..." He made it clear that the reason why he was at this particular Inn was because of its "Castam" style. "Those whom bring the head of this bandit will be able to meet the Emir himself in a special audience. Now I bid you good day and good fortunes. One more thing... If said warriors can claim to have gotten the bounty info from this Inn, you stand to get a reward as well Inn Keeper..." Cracking a smile, the man walked out of the Inn as he waved his hand.

Ruka watched the man leave and just as quickly walked to the bounty. "Hmmm... A horse rider. Doesn't sound so tough to me. Although he has lots of men according to this." She scanned the paper again, reading the last location the horse rider was located and soon went out the door. "Sorry boss! Guess I'll start tomorrow! I'll be sure to give your name to the Emir!"

Czir

Looking at the funny little being, Czir didn't know what to make of it, except for the fact that he wasn't stung. Pointing a javelin at the dead would be thief, Czir simply stared back at the man "Consider yourself lucky that it isn't you rotting on the ground stranger. Sand scorpions aren't known for being nice and sharing." That's when he heard it, a strange whisper in his ear, calling for something. Shaking his head, Czir looked around, seemingly looking at the direction the whisper told him to go. "An omen..." He said under his helmet. "Listen, I have to go. Neek! Time to ride!" The giant scorpion bolted upwards and started to quickly scurry towards the whisper's intended location.

Mysk

An old Church... Typical for spirits. Staring at the entrance, Mysk was already ready to enter the church but hesitated just a bit. He knew of this rather strong spirit ever sense he entered the city, lit up like a spark in the Spiritualist's sight. This time however it seemed to be calling people to this very church. "A spirit bender who is hesitating to talk to a spirit... A sad state of affairs If I do say so myself..." With a sigh, Mysk slowly opened the main door of the church, taking a few steps in the main chamber. Walking down the isle, Mysk stared directly at the spirit but didn't speak a word. He would let the spirit do the first move and react accordingly.
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Nathaniel's eyebrows rose into his hairline at the mention of sharing the bounty on this bandit. This could be a very useful sum of money indee-his train of thought derailed as his newest employee ran out the door. 'Angry' wasn't quite the right word. 'Bemusedly irritated' was probably a closer fit to what he felt. Well, at least there was the chance that Ruka wouldn't forget to mention his name, and he didn't particularly need her services to the death. Shaking his head, he went back to the kitchen to help the others make breakfast. There was already someone down here, waiting patiently at the counter.

Porthis placed a deep plate containing a monstrous steaming omelet in front of the particularly handsome red-haired woman, along with a glass of orange juice and cutlery. The omelet was an ode to breakfast food everywhere, fluffy light yellow egg speckled sumptuously with red and green peppers that had been cooked uniformly into the omelet with the perfect timing so that they would be neither squishy nor crunchy, but a soft flavorful texture. There were small diced onions, likewise prepared as the peppers were, to add flavor and texture. Thin, shredded slices of turkey were weaved masterfully into the omelet, combining their meaty odor with that of the eggs themselves. And-yes, sausages, sausages too, the brown mouth-watering things similarly shredded with their turkey cousins. Two more small links accompanied the omelet, like the mildest of afterthoughts alongside this titan of taste. Sea salt, the white flowers of the sea, the most refined of all salts, had been sparingly melted into the omelet, providing just a hint of their flavor alongside the rest of the omelet. Yes, this omelet, this poem of poultry, this labor of love, this ode of omelets, was to be given to Allison, and every other person who had bought a night's stay this morning.

Along with a wink from the handsome Porthis, of course. (Although this wink was a special offer given only to certain customers.) "Morning, miss." He smiled, placing a large napkin next to the orange juice. "Feel free to refill your glass from that pitcher of water on the counter."

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(OOC-This happens a little while ago, since Valentine got somewhat left behind by the call)

Having finished her cage of wooden twigs and flimsy glue, Naoko was poised to jab Valentine in the neck from her position atop his chest so as to force him upwards, into the trap, when the whisper caught her attentions. That was strange. Being what she was, she had a somewhat stronger connection to the spirit world than Valentine did. She pursed her lips childishly, deciding if she should go and see what the source had been.

Valentine started awake before she could come to a decision, but her human rose with much more alacrity and strength than she had anticipated. His face smashed through the cage without acknowledgement, alert eyes searching the room for a startled second before closing in pain as the very recent past caught up to his brain.

"Naoko." He muttered, cradling his burning face with pale white hands crossed with scars that resembled lightning.

"My face stings."

"It had better sting." Naoko said as if explaining to a particularly slow child. "I put a lot of effort into that cage. But did you feel that other thing too?"

Fingers parted aside so that he could see out.

"Yeah. Did you recognize it?"

"...no..." The kitsune stretched out her reluctant denial. "But I'm gonna go see what it was. You're coming too, right?"

Valentine paused before answering. He wasn't very fond of going out of his way to help things that he didn't know, especially when it bordered on the supernatural. Then again, his current job of sorts notwithstanding, did he really have anything better to do? And on top of that, supernatural beings did have a higher benefit potential for help-maybe he could even bind this spirit to himself after helping it fix its grave or whatever had disturbed it.

"Yeah." With a small effort, he healed the scratches on his face. Naoko scampered over to the window, pulling it open. She shrunk back slightly, preparing to jump out.

"Oh no you aren't." Valentine grabbed one of her soft grey tails from where he sat on the bed, drawing an agitated squeak of protest. "Nyen, would you please take her?"

His lightning elemental appeared next to the bed silently. Without a word, Nyen flashed past Valentine, taking Naoko underneath her arm and out the window, streaking towards the direction Valentine had pointed her with incredible speed, a nervously babbling kitsune adjusting their path as necessary.

Valentine for his part went downstairs after 'dressing' in a flash, briefly pausing to grab another gigantic omelet in his gloves.

"Don't tell me you're going after the bounty as well?" Nathaniel called after his friend half-jokingly in despair.

Valentine turned back quizzically. "Bounty? No, I'm going off to investigate something. My apologies if I don't ever return, Nathaniel, but I'll do my best!"

He waved a farewell, idly noting that some gigantic scorpion and its...rider? were speeding down the same path he was. How was that armored loon riding the thing? Wait, wasn't that the drunkard from last night?

The mage crammed some of the still-steaming omelet through his face mask's fabric, which remained pristine even after he withdrew it, chewing thoughtfully as he watched the disturbing pair pound off ahead of him.

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Nyen landed in front of the ruined church in near-silence, placing a subdued Naoko down onto the stones. The warped, stained front doors were open. That itself meant nothing, since this building had obviously been abandoned for some time, but given the situation it was enough for the lightning elemental to materialize a few throwing knives, tucking them into her waist. She could summon and wield them in less than a second, so this action revealed the caution Nyen was taking, although nobody would have known it except Valentine and perhaps Naoko, since for all purposes Nyen appeared completely human.

The two strode through the door, Nyen holding Naoko back and motioning for her to remain silent when she saw something that was most definitely not a spirit. A human? But there was the spirit, sitting on the stairs leading into what she assumed was the main chamber. Was this a trap? Nyen began slowly stalking towards the spirit and the strange human, Naoko padding behind her. She would stop a few dozen feet from the two, moving aside so that neither of them were in direct view of the open doors.

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#42 Post by Lief »

"G'mornin'!" Allison returned the greeting with a cheery tone as she looked over the food placed in front of her. "Ah, geez. Now I really feel like I should pay..."

Nonetheless, she dug into the hearty meal. It was probably the best omelet she ever had. Unfortunately it didn't last long; she’d skipped dinner last night and was incredibly hungry. She always ate fast, anyways. The omelet disappeared in less than a minute, the sausage links lasting mere seconds afterwards. The only thing remaining was the orange juice, but a single, long swig took care of that, too.

Normally after a meal of that size Allison would laze about for a bit, but there was no time for that. She stood up, nodding courteously, and left the inn. The odd feeling was tugging at her mind even more now, probably because she dallied by getting breakfast, so she took a shortcut. The alleyways in this area were practically a maze, though Allison was confident, more so than usual, that she wouldn't get lost nor run into a dead end.

It wasn't long before she arrived at the church, the shortcut cutting travel time in half, if not more. The doors were open already; likely meaning someone else was here. Once inside, Allison quickly noted the church how lifeless the church felt, even for one long-abandoned. Typically there would at least be signs of vagabonds and homeless having stayed here at one point, but there wasn't even that. She also noted how many others were here already—four people, five including herself, one was obviously in-human, a Kitsune perhaps, and the one on the stairs seemed to be the origin of the message.

Cayl closed the door to his house, locking it behind him before heading in the direction of The Dancing Vine, and his favorite coffee. Sam was by his side, the both of them walking at a comfortable pace. His house was somewhat close to the inn, making the walk short, but it was still early, and Cayl was plagued by thoughts of his strange dream. So he didn't notice when he turned a corner, only to run into an Orc. (Ruka)

"Oof," He nearly fell backwards, stumbling a few times instead. "My apologies, I wasn't paying attention."

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The rider left abruptly and Ir felt a need to follow him, a debt left unpaid would surly come back to get him later in life. but what was odd to Ir was that the rider must be a mage as well, he and his mount had left in the direction that the voice he felt in his mind had called him to. that was either a strange coincidence or that scorpion rider was a mage. either way Ir now had a reason to follow the rider without seeming strange.

He put his single shoe in his food pack and tucked the pouch into his clothes, kneeling to the sands Ir pointed himself towards where the voice had called him, took a deep breath and closed his eyes. he started making quick strikes at the ground in front of him his hands like claws, as he picked up speed he began to sink into the earth. once submerged he began to "swim" under the sand towards his destination at an unimaginable speed.

He arrived at his destination and seemed to explode out of the floor of the church, dirt, dust and sand erupted into the air has he surfaced clawing his way out of the hole. Finally out of the ground Ir was able to breath but he started to soon and sucked up a lung full of debris and began to cough wildly as he beat on his chest. Once he had stopped he took a massive wheeze in to fill his lungs with sweet air. his need to breath covered he started to look around, no one was near him and it was dimly lit. he decided to knock the loose dirt from his clothes as he explored, unaware where exactly he was. one thing was certain he was inside a building that now had a loosely filled sandy hole in the floor. "i sure hope this place is abandoned." he said aloud to himself. he found a spiral stairwell leading up and decided to follow it.

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Re: South Bound: The Quest for Hastrajal (RP)

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Vytos, Kat

Last night was a very vague from what Vytos could remember. One minute he was about to charge the horde of thugs, the next the sound of a horse before absolute nothingness. A very strange feeling it was, a moment when adrenalin kicks in for glory, then taken away within a second, though not a foreign feeling whatsoever. During the night he dreamt about the Siege of the Bronstrummer Stronghold, the horrors as he witnessed on the front lines as his father’s men being ripped apart by rocket shells of cannon fire. He remembered the pickelhelms worn by his father’s men fall over the battlements, filled up the trenches and often crushed by their own bunkers. He remembered what was supposed to be an easy battle of attrition with his forces having the height advantage, turned into a nightmare with him on the losing end. He remembered only being a lad when he had to take care of the front-lines with his cousin, then the dreaded whistling. He heard many in his life time, the death whistle, but this one was different, this one was coming straight at him; Vytos decided to look up….

Vytos woke up breathing heavy and sweating, opening his eyes to a new day. He gave a small sigh of relief as the noise of a new day in Rune City begins to calm him down. He is inquiring mentally about where he is right now, in a bed with only his undershirt and pants. His head stung harshly, trying to resists a familiar pain that he experienced with his eye. “Oh good, you’re up. How are you feeling?” Vytos winced a bit, talking made the headache worse. He looked up to notice it was Kat, already prepared for the day. “I’ve been better, but I have also been worse. What happened?”

“Well, a strange rider came out of no-where and ended the fight, willing to trample and plow through anyone for some particular reason. I noticed you were on the ground unconscious, so I dragged you to the Dancing Vine, here, and let you rest. The rest of your clothes are neatly stacked right there. I’ll be down stairs, you should get dressed and break your fast; I’m sure you’ll feel a lot better after that.” Kat explained without letting him speak.

After a few minutes getting dressed, Vytos came downstairs; looking upon the inn, he noticed Kat by the door and an open seat. Kat apparently had already broken her fast, so now it was time for him. Vytos took a seat and waited.
Kat on the other hand was looking at the Bounty pinned upon the door, apparently the Emir ordered a particular rider to place a price upon his head, and apparently this rider is accompanied with other men as well. Kat began to think, if the Emir ordered this, surely this dead soul is worth a lot dead or alive. It’ll help her way to becoming famous enough to be recognized by someone and it’ll help Vytos with his situation back at his home. Kat decided to bring the news over to Vytos. After a few minutes of bickering and begging, Vytos agreed to the potentially suicide mission, though he’ll accept it once he has had his meal.

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Father Tarvas

Roilling in amongst the morning fog, a rickety looking ship creaks its way towards the docks. Hoisted upon the mainmast is the house flag of an odd group of merchants owned by a particular trader from across the sea, along with it was also a white flag to represent it as a peaceful transport in the foreign lands. On the forecastle of the eerie looking ship, an odd looking skeletal being with a staff and book stood gazing on the shining city of Rune, in awe of wonderment as he begins his mission. The city already looked like it was busy already in the morning, the dock workers shuffling back and forth to get everything done before setting sail or trading goods. The Skeleton heard rumors of such beauty, but never something like this; while his order tended to keep their land nice and neat, the rest of their continent was filled with death and swamps.

The captain of the ship approached the strange being. <“This city…it smells of mortals, disgusting mortals.”> The accent of the captain was incredibly rough, obviously a man who served in the more wild areas of the unpronounceable continent. Tarvas replied to the captain’s statement. <“God has made us all equal under his eyes, a beauty within that spurs us together in harmony.”> Tarvas’s accent was far cleaner and smoother in the foreign language. The captain scoffed at the missionary. <“Oh yeah, your one of those deadmen, the ones that allows puny fleshes to live with you under the same roof.”> some of the nearby crew laugh along with the captain, but Tarvas simply ignored the captains boorishness, though the captain was nice enough to let Tarvas unto the ship in the first place and drop him off at Rune City, not many would risk their necks to go to a foreign land filled with mortals.
The Ship finally docked, but the surrounding locals didn’t like it one bit; a ship filled with undead certainly did received as many gazing eyes and whisperings, wondering why the officials haven’t done anything to them yet. Feelings were definitely conflicted as the ship showed no signs of weaponry, the flag the bore was their house flag and a white flag, the ship is so primitive it still has ores, and none of the crew was all that excited. Of course, in the city of Rune, the trading center of Castam and Hastrajal, out of all the oddities and goods that are flourishing within this city, surely there must be something stranger than a few walking dead men.

As soon as Tarvas was able to step foot unto the docks, he turned around and thanked the captain for his assistance. <“By Flesh, by Spirit and the Divinity! Thank you for your service, I do hope we meet again!”> The captain simply glared at him before taking off, there were bitter moments with Tarvas and the Captain many times over and the preaching of Jahemith was something orthodox undead rather not appreciate on the ship; giving out one last question before setting sail and ore out to sea once more. <“Tell me, Father, do you really think god is on your side?”> Tarvas simply laughed, <“Of course not! One should not demand the almighty to whose side he should be on, the real test of faith is to be on god’s side!”> Tarvas explained, but it only confused the captain a bit as he started to sail off. Tarvas direction turned towards the city once again, this time entering it as proud as he can be.
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Re: South Bound: The Quest for Hastrajal (RP)

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Hathor

The winged woman arrived early that morning at the inn that her two companions from the night before had roomed at it. She ordered breakfast right away and sat waiting. After a half hour she frowned as they hadn't come down yet, though it was still quite early in the morning, but then few woke an hour before dawn like she did. Maybe she was simply far too early, or had missed them already.

As she pondered it over a faint tug at her psyche began, at first she didn't notice it, but as her thoughts still she would frown and turn towards the tug. She could feel the light compulsion in it, though it did nothing to actually make her get up and go towards it, curiosity did that instead. So after finishing off her breakfast she'd give the room one last look before leaving.

Hathor didn't go straight there however, no she went back to her home first. There the woman would don her armor as she didn't feel comfortable walking into an unknown situation without it. With the armor came her weapons and her mask, she had two identities in this city, the ghost and the civilian, and for as long as possible she wanted to keep those separate.

Once outfitted the Kahli climbed to the room and then started to make her way over the rooftops, quickly gaining ground on the others being drawn towards that call, not that she knew others were going there as well. Gliding and jumping where she could, and using blink when necessary. Soon enough she landed on the roof of the abandoned chapel, and took a moment to scope it out, her vision shifting so she could see that a few people were inside, before considering her entrance up. Looking up a smile took her lips and she made a running start, a small leap and she ran several feet up the side of the bell tower before blinking. Reappearing high in the air she twisted her form and reached out as she fell, her hand gripping the edge as her wings snapped open, making her sudden stop as she caught herself less jarring. Haling herself up and over the edge she'd swing her feet down and land in the small space of the tower. It took her a moment to find the trap door leading down, but once she did she'd ease it open and make her way down the spiraling staircase. The first door she found was small and led to an attic storage space, not what she needed, the next however was acceptable, as it lead to the balcony over looking the rest of the chapel. After easing out onto the balcony she again switched her vision, checking the positions of the others, noting that one was far below her and climbing the same stairs she'd come down from, coming up from the cellar perhaps. But none of them was admitting that pull, no, when she looked towards the spot where the pull was coming from she saw nothing in her altered sight. So switching her vision she slipped into the shadows and padded over to the edge of the balcony to peer over it to see what the source was.

Rakamilya

The shaman woke with every intention of hunting down the armor bound spirit to speak with it further, perhaps see if it wished to be released, not that she was sure that she could do that given that she didn't know the spells used to bring him here or bind him to the armor. But as she was walking towards the tavern she felt the call. Stopping and canting her head the woman would reach out with her senses, following that call to its source.... another spirit. Now that brought a debate. After a few moments she decided to investigate, but it would be rude not to at least inform the other, she had said she'd speak with him in the morn.

A moment later a fetish would come scampering up, carrying a blank piece of parchment and a stick of charcoal. She'd take them from the construct and walk over to a crate. writing a quick note before rolling it up and handing the parchment back to the fetish. It would wrap its arms around the message and run off. Despite her accent and neglect of proper grammer she knew the common tongue quite well and had fairly neat hand writing.

At the tavern

The fetish would soon arrive at the tavern, of course getting in was a problem, but that was solved by a man opening the door to leave. The little fetish ran between his feet and into the tavern, dodging feet and table legs as it made its way to the armor. The next hurdle for the little thing was to get the armor's attention. The limited intelligence of the construct considered him striking him with the parchment, but that might destroy the message. So the little thing set the parchment down and then turned and climbed up onto a chair before leaping up onto the table. There it stole a spoon and made a leaping jump off the table to slam the thing down on the armor's boot. A loud clang would be heard and the construct dropped its instrument to pick the parchment back up, holding it above its head, waving it back and forth as it jumped up and down.

Should the armored spirit reach down and take the parchment the little construct would give the man a salute before picking up the spoon and dashing out of the tavern.

The message would read, "There be an odd summons, ye might be able to feel it, I said I'd talk to you, but this deserves investigation, I will find you sometime soon in the future, my apologies for not joining you this morn."

At the Church

The shaman stood outside the door, head canted as considered it, the call was coming from inside. Barging in was certainly her stile, but a little bit of caution might be wise as well, so she loaded her blow pipe and drew her dagger before pushing through the doors. She hadn't expected the people on the other side, but after only a moment of hesitation she barged her way forward, offering soft shoves and insincere apologies as she made her way through. Unlike the other, when she saw the spirit she didn't deign to wait, "Are ye another victim of a mage, if so they are out of hand," she looked to her side, "Or is it normal for the spirits to be walking about like this?" she'd ask of the man that had been waiting for the spirit to speak, her eyes flicking back and forth as she waited for answers to her blunt questions.
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