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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Dec 5, 2015 19:04:36 GMT -6
He chuckled at Zerah's words, a little shocked at how cordial he was being considering everything that was happening. "I wish. I can't sing worth anything. Plus I got my meat when everyone else left that dining room," Snickers left his lips before replying again, answering Zerah's other inquiries. "I was coming to check up on you, that's all," He stared at the glimmering waters, his reflection staring back "Just wanted to thank you for saving my and Kama's life," He took a gander at Zerah's face, reminded of himself and everything his life represented. His next few words were reminiscent of those thoughts of his, hoping to soothe his own insecurities in the process. "I don't know why everyone treats you like shit. If it weren't for you grabbing Kama and saving my ass from that crazy body snatcher, neither of us would be here," He averted his gaze to the sky, a little wistful from the emotional roller coaster the day brought, "I'm glad you're in the guild." Zerah's eyes began to water a bit when he heard the Osseus was happy that he was a part of the guild. He wiped his eyes a bit and chuckled. "Heheh, thank you. You don't know how much that means to me. When you've been thrown aside like a ragdoll and stared at like something that belonged in a circus, it means the world to me that at least one person is happy that I'm in the guild. Heheh.." Zerah was grinning from ear to ear. "As for saving you guys, I'm sure anyone else would've done it. I mean, as far as Kama was concerned, I wasn't really sure why I saved him, or why I entered that coliseum in the first place. I'd spent nearly 100 years travelling by myself, and another hundred locked up in that gross dungeon, so I kinda distanced myself from people...but something about seeing you all fight together, fighting for a better world...." The imp stopped for a moment, a small lump beginning to form in his throat. "Ever since I was a kid, some 400 years ago...I always wanted to be some sort of hero....." Zerah's arms formed into a small puddle and moved off to the side of him. The pool of goo sat there motionless, as Zerah sat back up. "Kinda hard to be a hero with these, huh?" He waved his stumps at Osseus and laughed. Then an idea popped into his head. His old village elder had once told him these ponds had healing properties. Zerah had felt like it certainly cleansed him. Was the magic perhaps strong enough to heal his arms? Part of Zerah knew the answer, but he wanted to try, just in case. He pulled his now soaked feet out of the water and knelt over the pond staring at his reflection for a moment. I really do look like a monster... Zerah slowly dipped both of his arms into the pool of water, praying some sort of miracle would transpire. Alas, nothing happened. Zerah chuckled to himself as he pulled his stumps out of the water. "Heheh...worth a shot." He mumbled to himself. The pool of ooze that had been sitting beside him moved back over to their respective stumps and reshaped his arms. Zerah soaked his feet back into the pool and laid down once more, realizing that he hadn't explained anything he had just done to Osseus. "OH! That must've looked really weird. Uh, this is my old village. We used to live in the holes you see in the trees! All the imps are gone now though, probably moved on somewhere else, heheh..." Zerah let out a half-hearted laugh. "The village elder, when I was a kid, used to tell me that this pond had healing properties. I was hoping it may be able to fix my arms but....eh, I guess it was a long shot, heheh.." Zerah looked back towards Osseus. "Sorry, I'm a real chatterbox. Thanks for coming to check on me. I needed to talk to someone, I guess..." |
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Post by ChibiGissy on Dec 5, 2015 20:04:07 GMT -6
"I'm on my way~!" And with that, Mimisko search for the armor with Daryn, Enoch, and Manasa. She has to find one her size, given how small she is. 16 years and Mimisko is still small.
..."Eheheh, guess I'm having trouble finding one that looks one my size... But..I shall try to manage.."  Mimisko kept looking. And then... "Oh! Wait! I think I found one!" Mimisko smiled. She had frond some armor that can actually fit her.
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Post by Allie on Dec 5, 2015 20:27:59 GMT -6
"Heheh, thank you. You don't know how much that means to me. When you've been thrown aside like a ragdoll and stared at like something that belonged in a circus, it means the world to me that at least one person is happy that I'm in the guild. Heheh.." Zerah was grinning from ear to ear. "As for saving you guys, I'm sure anyone else would've done it. I mean, as far as Kama was concerned, I wasn't really sure why I saved him, or why I entered that coliseum in the first place. I'd spent nearly 100 years travelling by myself, and another hundred locked up in that gross dungeon, so I kinda distanced myself from people...but something about seeing you all fight together, fighting for a better world...." The imp stopped for a moment, a small lump beginning to form in his throat. "Ever since I was a kid, some 400 years ago...I always wanted to be some sort of hero....." Zerah's arms formed into a small puddle and moved off to the side of him. The pool of goo sat there motionless, as Zerah sat back up. "Kinda hard to be a hero with these, huh?" He waved his stumps at Osseus and laughed. Then an idea popped into his head. His old village elder had once told him these ponds had healing properties. Zerah had felt like it certainly cleansed him. Was the magic perhaps strong enough to heal his arms? Part of Zerah knew the answer, but he wanted to try, just in case. He pulled his now soaked feet out of the water and knelt over the pond staring at his reflection for a moment. I really do look like a monster... Zerah slowly dipped both of his arms into the pool of water, praying some sort of miracle would transpire. Alas, nothing happened. Zerah chuckled to himself as he pulled his stumps out of the water. "Heheh...worth a shot." He mumbled to himself. The pool of ooze that had been sitting beside him moved back over to their respective stumps and reshaped his arms. Zerah soaked his feet back into the pool and laid down once more, realizing that he hadn't explained anything he had just done to Osseus. "OH! That must've looked really weird. Uh, this is my old village. We used to live in the holes you see in the trees! All the imps are gone now though, probably moved on somewhere else, heheh..." Zerah let out a half-hearted laugh. "The village elder, when I was a kid, used to tell me that this pond had healing properties. I was hoping it may be able to fix my arms but....eh, I guess it was a long shot, heheh.." Zerah looked back towards Osseus. "Sorry, I'm a real chatterbox. Thanks for coming to check on me. I needed to talk to someone, I guess..." "That's what I thought too when I came into the guild. I just kind of joined for the hell of it," He shrugged, chuckling nervously as he remembered how he treated Ooro and Luair beforehand, "Being a hero is a lot better than being a dirty rotten thief. I just hope everyone feels the same about being a hero," He sat wide eyed for a moment, taking in the sight before him. Whatever the imp had to go through to sustain those kinds of injuries, it sickened him. Memories of stories his mother told him about criminals being gutted surfaced, thinking that Zerah suffered a similar fate to those she described. He kept his mouth shut, hoping not to say anything that would offend Zerah's sensibilities. He snapped out of his trance as he stared at his teammate talking so fondly of his culture. Imps were a species he only encountered in tales his mother told, how crafty they were. He sighed in a somber manner, wishing he could do the same about the dark elves he called his kin. He waited for Zerah to stop speaking before sharing his anecdote. "I can't say the same: dark elves are the worst. All they do is make deals with demons and act horrible to everyone that aren't of the same race. At least I know I'm not like them. In the physical and mental sense, that is," His lips curled up into a genuine smile as he tried to speak of his own life to supplement Zerah's dialogue, "I'm not fully dark elf anyways. My dad was a human, so everyone considered my parents race traitors and me an abomination of Sandor. If I'm a hero, that means that all the people who have blood like mine aren't considered demon spawn." He laid his head back for a moment before speaking once more, on a more positive train of thought. "It's nice to have someone who cares about you." |
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Post by norimo on Dec 5, 2015 21:00:57 GMT -6
As Ooro wandered around the foyer, her ears shot up at the sound of something sliding against the wall. Upon glancing behind her, she could see the tiny form of the priest leaning back against the wall. His movements were rather wobbly, and it appeared as though he was stumbling over his own feet as well. She raised an eyebrow in confusion, until she saw droplets of red fall onto the floor beneath him. By the looks of it, he was clenching onto his hand in a rather panicked demeanor. Regardless, if he was bleeding, it was best to check up on him.
She scampered over to the fox-featured cleric, and bent over as to try and inspect his hand. "Rezza? Are you alright?" She was sure that if it was anything too serious, that he would have healed it himself. However, the blood was still noticeable spilling out, even worse than Ooro saw from a distance. Her eyes grew wide at the discovery, and quickly shifted her hands onto his as though to attempt to pry them loose to check the condition. She was taken aback by the fact there was a literal hole in his hand, and yet he did nothing to fix it other than wander aimlessly.
Without a word, Ooro reached for her rucksack and pulled out her imbued thread. She outstretched a hand to him, as to wait for him to allow her to work on his injury. Though as she did so, she couldn't help but wonder how he sustained such a wound in the first place. Had he sat through the entire meeting like this...? "I'll do my best. It'll hurt, but you shouldn't bleed out at the very least."
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Post by Evan on Dec 5, 2015 21:34:44 GMT -6
Alroth followed the distant sounds of talking to the armory, where a growing group of people were pilfering equipment. None of the stock armor there could compare with Alroth's custom-made set, which Pinky had discovered on a dead warrior almost two years before. The quality of the castle's armor made no difference, though, as Pinky had come to this place for a different reason. Strolling carelessly into the room, Alroth approached Enoch and quickly moved to pull him aside. Without waiting for him to question, Pinky began to speak in a hushed tone that only he should have been able to hear.
"The spell is activated by the word stop. It will only work if you mean it." she explained quickly. Then, without awaiting a response, Alroth turned and left the room.
Next Alroth sought out Kama in the kitchens, and told him exactly what he had told Enoch. For now, those two were the ones that Pinky most trusted with the information. Or rather, those two were the ones that she believed would use it. This was, of course, a decision made with no knowledge of Kama's change of heart, which perhaps Pinky could have picked up on if she had bothered to stay long enough to actually talk to Kama rather than just telling him how the spell worked and then leaving right away.
Now that this was finished, there were other matters that the pixie wanted to attend to. Her companion's mace was still in a state of disrepair, and she had plans to fix that. The way to the castle's forge lead through the garden again - an opportunity Pinky would not soon pass up. She stopped by the central tree and took a moment to connect with it. After such a stressful situation it was nice to clear her mind with the contented humming of nature.
Seeing how the tree swayed and the leaves shone filled her with a sense of inspiration and purpose. At the same time, it made her feel a little guilty. Alroth had few leaves to speak of, and never got to shine in the sunlight the way this tree did. The pixie dwelled on that thought for a moment, and quickly came up with an idea. "Just a little longer." she said out loud, remembering her original objective elsewhere.
Alroth began walking again, heading for the castle once more. He stopped to get one last look at the tree, and - "Wait a second...!" Pinky piloted her armor right back to the base of the glimmer tree. A few small bushes were growing around the trunk, and the mere sight of them filled the tiny one's mind with all sorts of ideas. It was going to pain her to uproot yet another plant for the sake of her violent quest, but the benefits that this would provide far outweighed the value of a single bush. "It's perfect." Pinky said, admiring the plant for a few seconds more before turning yet again in the direction of the forge. She would come back after the first part of her plan was done.
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Post by titee on Dec 5, 2015 21:35:15 GMT -6
Daryn, noting Manasa joining in for the high five, slammed both hands on hers with excited force. "YEAAAAHHH!!" She bellowed, clenching her fists in front of her in excitement. It was then that she noted Mimisko near the doorway. "Y-yeah!" Manasa mimicked. Mountain dweller customs were so odd, yet they had such a warm way of making each other feel welcomed and encouraged. Manasa smiled, appreciative of all of the kindness she has received since leaving the desert. She then set to work sorting through the various pieces of clothing and decorative armor. She weighed each piece carefully as she considered it, seeing just how it would impact her as she danced. Manasa finally settled on a pair of gloved gauntles. The gauntlet was bronze, and much lighter and more ornate than the one she had chosen previously. She selected one while removing the glove from the other, having no need for a gauntlet with her scalemail on. Afterwards, Manasa continued her search until she finally had amassed a collection she was more or less happy with, though it would need a bit of tailoring to fit properly and meet Naga's approval. The vishkanyan sat down, taking out a needle and thread and working on her new outfit. As she did so she thought of an appropriate topic to talk about. "It is very different here than it is in the desert. Your gods are much less restricting and your people are so kind..." Manasa smile, cutting a piece of blue fabric and fashioning it into a headscarf, "You have so many beautiful things you get the chance to experience... snow, forests, oceans. You are all so lucky." She looked at her handiwork and then her comrades, blushing. "I... need to get changed." Manasa looked the room for a screen, something common to vishkanyans, their tent-like home usually held several. But alas the room had not a single one. |
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Dec 5, 2015 22:50:12 GMT -6
As Ooro wandered around the foyer, her ears shot up at the sound of something sliding against the wall. Upon glancing behind her, she could see the tiny form of the priest leaning back against the wall. His movements were rather wobbly, and it appeared as though he was stumbling over his own feet as well. She raised an eyebrow in confusion, until she saw droplets of red fall onto the floor beneath him. By the looks of it, he was clenching onto his hand in a rather panicked demeanor. Regardless, if he was bleeding, it was best to check up on him. She scampered over to the fox-featured cleric, and bent over as to try and inspect his hand. "Rezza? Are you alright?" She was sure that if it was anything too serious, that he would have healed it himself. However, the blood was still noticeable spilling out, even worse than Ooro saw from a distance. Her eyes grew wide at the discovery, and quickly shifted her hands onto his as though to attempt to pry them loose to check the condition. She was taken aback by the fact there was a literal hole in his hand, and yet he did nothing to fix it other than wander aimlessly. Without a word, Ooro reached for her rucksack and pulled out her imbued thread. She outstretched a hand to him, as to wait for him to allow her to work on his injury. Though as she did so, she couldn't help but wonder how he sustained such a wound in the first place. Had he sat through the entire meeting like this...? "I'll do my best. It'll hurt, but you shouldn't bleed out at the very least." At hearing his name, Rezza's head perked up, his eyes focusing on its speaker. He saw Ooro now in front of him, his attempt to hide his shameful wound an obvious failure.  His mouth twisted upwards, as he tried to put on a poorly constructed smile in an attempt to obfuscate the problem. All he managed to do was make his expression more awkward and noticeable. Moving his mouth, vainly trying to speak; all he could do was mime the words "I'm fine," the words sounding more like an extended exhale. There was no way he could possibly explain. Nor did he want to. He could feel a lump form in his throat, breathing becoming rather difficult, as the woman grabbed his hand and brought it out into the open. Staring at the gash he had created in his hand now on display, away from the poor protection of his other hand, caused his stomach to twist. The healer felt as though he was burning. What could he do? Surely people would ask questions, would they really treat him like they did if they knew just how pathetic he truly was. As Ooro rooted around in her bag he waved his left hand, to the best of his ability, in a dismissive manner. "I- It's nothing." He stammered weakly. Rezza straightened himself slightly, he wanted to just play it off as no big deal. To act as if it was just a small problem. But her offer to help tempted him. He didn't want to have to depend on everyone else to take care of him, but he needed it. The few months he had spent alone taught him just how useless he was without someone there to coddle him and tend to every problem he had. Hesitantly he held out his hand a look of shame and defeat washing over his face as he averted his eyes.  "You shouldn't have to fix my mistakes..." Uttering these words under his breath, Rezza shook trying to brace himself for the unpleasant sting of yet another object piercing his flesh. |
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Post by not u on Dec 5, 2015 23:48:10 GMT -6
"I guess I need something to keep myself from getting injured. We may gotten through the other battles but I am sure this final battle that's taken place in Aredon Temple will be extremely tough." Enoch froze for a moment, chuckling softly as he watched Daryn and Manasa before looking through the rest of the room, opening up and digging through some of the trunks up against the wall. Kama's information on what he called the 'final battle' had completely slipped his mind during the lighthearted scavenging. Digging noisily through another chest, he picked up some of what he assumed to be magic-enhancing armor and accessories, running his hands over a couple pieces and checking their sizing. His earring already served to increase concentration and cut down casting time, but any other extra enchantments would be welcome during what would most likely be a more difficult battle than the last one. "Absolutely," he replied to Mimisko, "If it's more difficult than last battle, we certainly need to be more prepared." He placed one of the circlets on his head, casting a small illusory spell on his hand, turning it invisible just to test the magical effects. It had been a couple weeks since he left behind his hair ornament in favor of more practical gear. Unfortunately, despite its flashy appearance, it held no other purpose other than nostalgia, signifying that he was a priest of Archex that could utilize time magic. The extra metal weight of the circlet was almost somewhat comforting in its familiarity. It seemed to enhance mana efficiency, although he wasn't too sure with such a low-cost technique, so he tossed it haphazardly on his pile of other clothes and armor.  Strolling carelessly into the room, Alroth approached Enoch and quickly moved to pull him aside. Without waiting for him to question, Pinky began to speak in a hushed tone that only he should have been able to hear. "The spell is activated by the word stop. It will only work if you mean it." she explained quickly. Enoch hastily and clumsily set his things down on top of the trunk as Alroth pulled him off to the side, opening his mouth to ask what the problem was before Pinky began to speak quietly. Stop... He nodded silently in understanding, watching as Alroth left the room as quickly as he'd entered, and prayed that he'd never have to use that command. The priest smiled a bit bitterly to himself and walked over to collect his hodge-podge of items once again. It seemed he'd never be free of having some kind of responsibility for the mother and child, but Alroth wasn't wrong in giving him this information. After his vast amount of experience in dealing with the pair, he certainly wouldn't hesitate to use it at this point. It is very different here than it is in the desert. Your gods are much less restricting and your people are so kind..." "You have so many beautiful things you get the chance to experience... snow, forests, oceans. You are all so lucky." "I... need to get changed." Enoch listened curiously, the dancer now working on sewing herself a new outfit by the time he came back around to join the others. The desert was one area he never particularly ventured into. Especially being native to an area of the world with a rather rainy climate, the arid desert was never a place that appealed to him for travel. "From what you've mentioned about Naga, he certainly doesn't seem like the most... lenient of gods," he replied, still surprised by the fact that she had to look a certain way while battling with no regard to actual protection. He wanted to chalk it up to a cultural difference that he simply couldn't grasp, but something about it left a bad taste in his mouth. "Archex, the Pandoran god that my order of priests follows, certainly is the opposite of that, being the god of neutrality and time. Most important thing following him is belief in balance, and that no one thing should be in abundance over the other. Although, sometimes I wonder if my convictions have become a bit too strong to really be considered a disciple of Archex," he mused a bit in response. He cleared his throat once she asked about changing, glancing out the armory's entrance and down the hall. "There's most likely some soldier barracks further down the hallway you can use to change in. I'd... certainly like to find a place to bathe before changing as well," he grimaced, keeping the lighter areas of his new clothing away from his current blood-stained garb. |
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Post by cassiroll on Dec 6, 2015 0:15:08 GMT -6
Eventually, Celty crawled under the table with her son, pulling him close to her. "Oxy, you're going to be okay." She whispered. She suddenly felt very tired. "Mama," He said back with a hint of urgency. "Don't go to sleep." "Too late," Clarissa frowned at the boy, unhappy that the woman had fallen asleep without warning. The events of the day had caught up to the shifter and her mind had tired faster than expected. Oxy pulled away from the witch and wrapped the cloak around as much of his exposed skin as he could. "I'm not going to pull anything again, so stop that." Clarissa grumbled, pulling herself out from under the table. "Where are you going?" Oxy asked, crawling out after her. "Hell if I know. As far away from this guild as I can get, for a start. If I get far enough and tie myself up somewhere Celty won't be able to travel back every time she comes to.""But--my Ma!" He reached out to grab onto her cloak and she pulled it away suddenly.
"She'll be fine. Stop being so damn whiney." She tugged at the collar in annoyance. "This might be a problem, however.""Don't make Ma leave!" He shouted. Clarissa got back down to eye level and stared at him coldly. "They're going to kill us eventually, just you watch. They always do. This is just some sort of stupid trick they're playing to make themselves feel better. Things like me and you don't make it in this world, kid. The 'good guys' snuff us out. I'd run too when you get the chance." Her eyes softened oddly for a moment. "I'm not going to apologize for what I did to you. That needed to happen. You had to see what those people would think once they knew the real you before you could understand. The earlier you learn, the longer you live." She got back up, picking up her hat off the table and placing it on her head. She smiled wickedly over her shoulder before vanishing through one of the doors. "See ya, kid."
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Post by titee on Dec 6, 2015 2:31:22 GMT -6
Manasa smiled sadly as she put the final touches onto her new equipment as well as double checked the seams and strength of the fabric to make sure it would all hold in battle. Her views on the other gods were... complex. She admired them to an extent, but also always held them in a bit of contempt for their relation to Naga.  "The gods of this land are not completely foreign to me. I learned a bit about them during my travels and... They correlate with my people's creation." Manasa thought briefly, considering whether or not to share the creation story circulated by her people and worshipers of Naga. She finally came to the conclusion that since she was heading into such a dangerous battle soon, and with her people's future so very uncertain, this might be the last time she had to share a part of her history. "During the early days of the world's creation, the gods gathered and they all created marvelous colors, each one linked with themselves. After filling the world with a rainbow of colors they gathered together for a feast, all of them invited save for one; Naga, who could not make a single one. Naga was forced to eat the scraps that the gods had thrown away from the their table, with each one he gain a small hint of their power... though just a dash. His humiliation turned to determination, and he used the power he had gained to create the most splendid color of all, gold. From gold he created vishkanyans in his image. He wrung out our bodies of blood and filled them with poison so that we would never be tarnished or tainted and he promised. He taught us how to create so that we could give him offerings in return for blessings. In many ways he is a kind god... but in others he can be cruel..." Manasa's voice trained off as she realized for just how long she had been talking. She blushed, looking up from her work and addressing her peers. "Forgive my rambling, I'll go get changed now." Manasa ran off to the barracks, quickly slipping out of her clothes and into the new outfit she had fashioned. She looked at her old rucksack, contemplating whether or not to bring it along before abandoning it, shoving it's contents into Rylan's pockets. As she did so she came across the peacock which once belonged to Licca, it's sister now gone. Manasa smiled at the feather. Remembering the small goblin and her village before tucking it behind her horn, proudly displaying the feather for all to see. She returned to the room the others were in. "I am protected," She said, copying Daryn. Shave gave a small smile to the others in the room, awaiting their reaction. |
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Post by not u on Dec 6, 2015 4:24:46 GMT -6
Enoch listened with fascination as Manasa spoke, rather curious to hear more about a god he knew very little about. Sitting down on one of the trunks in the room, he held his loot in his lap as she spoke of their creation story, the priest committing as much as he could to memory. This was what he sought to experience while traveling. Learning the stories, the traditions, the history, this was one of the prevailing reasons he set left the isolation of the forest. He hadn't realized for how long she'd been speaking until he looked down at her completed sewing projects. "I am protected," She said, copying Daryn. Shave gave a small smile to the others in the room, awaiting their reaction. Enoch looked up in surprise as the dancer returned in her new dazzlingly colorful garments, pushing himself up to his feet and blinking a couple times. "Very nice!" he responded and smiled a bit, impressed at what she could do with the limited materials in the room, and fairly amused by her use of the same phrase as the swordswoman. He scanned the room once more, admiring the new armor before pausing and looking down at himself slowly.  Clearing his throat, he bowed his head a bit. "I'll be back in a moment, I'm going to get changed as well," he replied quickly, picking up his pile and rushing down towards the barracks. He began checking from room to room, looking for a place that he could clean up before finally stumbling upon a room of marble with what looked to be an area that would fill with water. Setting down his new clothing nearby, he checked around the area for a water source before coming upon a handle, turning it and jumping a bit as water streamed out. Magic in the infrastructure of the castle?? Interesting, he thought to himself, taking the opportunity to finally clean up. Staring at his old garments with disdain, he frowned and shoved them into the leftover water, futily trying to clean them off. He knew in the back of his mind, they were beyond any sort of repair. But they were his last set of robes from the Order, and he was having trouble wrestling with the fact he'd have to let them go. The meaning that they held, the memories and nostalgia attached to them, it was irrational and childishly sentimental, but it felt almost symbolic that a very big part of his life was completely fading away. Holding up the robes after thoroughly scrubbing them he sighed with disappointment, watching as the reddish water rolled off the fabric and left behind the stubborn blood stains. "Useless," he muttered and pulled back, draining the water and reluctantly draping them over the side of the tub before going to get into his new change of clothes, sliding the uniform on before placing Ooro's custom armor over top of it. ((enoch's new design under the spoiler!)) {Spoiler - Click to View}  |
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Post by cassiroll on Dec 6, 2015 5:10:39 GMT -6
After the meeting in the dungeon (which she had stayed completely silent during) and wen everyone had begun to spread out and do their own thing, Galystris decided to do hers too. Alone. This was becoming to be too much. Galystris was rather adept at keeping her mind clear and knowing what and how she felt most of the time, but the situation with Celty, Oxy, and Zerah. Had her mind completely occupied. She thought back to all the things Zerah had said to her. It hurt a lot, sure, but it's not like it was the first time she'd heard those things. She would deny it was her fault and continue on with little thought of what the person had said normally, but she was just tipped over the edge. Galystris had no clue as to why this left her so emotionally vulnerable, and she hated every second of it, as she would be weakened if a pack of fearen were to show up. She knew she had to clear her head. She headed back to the table and poured herself a glass of wine--a rather strong one at that. She knew it wasn't the 'right way' but she had to cope with this somehow. She made her way outside and stood against the side of the castle, not too far from the front. She placed the glass to her lips and sighed. Was this really what she was doing? She took a drink and pushed all guilt away. She'd be better in no time, right? Clarissa had been doing pretty well at sneaking away unnoticed, not wanting any questions or for anyone to try and stop her. She was getting out of this place as quick as she could, agreement or no agreement. She'd told Celty while they were in the dungeon that she would stay with the guild, but that'd been a bluff to get out of a bad situation. Luckily, her hosts didn't have access to her mind like she had access to theirs. She couldn't help an unsettling feeling brewing in her chest as she left the kid, though. She should've just killed him before she left to put the damn thing out of it's misery...and yet she didn't. Shrugging the thought out of her mind, she continued onwards, until eventually she saw Galystris pop into her line of vision. She ducked out of the way quickly, but realized if the woman had been looking her direction she certainly would have seen her. "Shit," she muttered under her breath. The woman appeared to be drinking wine. Well, maybe she was too intoxicated to notice her? "Ma!" Clarissa cursed under her breath as she saw the small toddler rush out of the front entrance. He stumbled over to Galystris, looking frightened at first to ask for help, and then managing to gain some courage. "She left with Ma!" He cried to her, pulling his hood further over his features.
"Shit, shit, shit." Should she turn back? Had she already been spotted? She didn't want another scene like the one in the dungeon, but she doubted anyone would just let her walk away without a few choice words about 'Celty's' say in all this and what leaving Oxy motherless would do. She stayed completely still, torn between decisions. She really should have killed the brat. |
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Post by schribbit on Dec 6, 2015 6:10:57 GMT -6
"I am protected," She said, copying Daryn. Shave gave a small smile to the others in the room, awaiting their reaction. Daryn hadn't been listening to Manasa's explanations and instead shadowed Mimisko until she found something. When Manasa came back, Daryn clapped loudly for the new display. When Enoch left, Daryn waved goodbye and continued to look at the armor. Her excitement was finally satiated when she felt she'd seen it all. She called goodbye to her guild mates in favor of more exploration of the castle. When she finally left the armor room, her walking slowed as she thought on the events prior. She thought about just how much of an excited display she'd given those around her. It was justified at the time because she was so excited, but now that the objects of her affection were no longer in the line of site, she stood in shock of her own actions. Her face soon adorned a bright red color as she looked at the ground in embarrassment. Damn, I'm an idiot! |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Dec 6, 2015 6:39:55 GMT -6
"That's what I thought too when I came into the guild. I just kind of joined for the hell of it," He shrugged, chuckling nervously as he remembered how he treated Ooro and Luair beforehand, "Being a hero is a lot better than being a dirty rotten thief. I just hope everyone feels the same about being a hero," He sat wide eyed for a moment, taking in the sight before him. Whatever the imp had to go through to sustain those kinds of injuries, it sickened him. Memories of stories his mother told him about criminals being gutted surfaced, thinking that Zerah suffered a similar fate to those she described. He kept his mouth shut, hoping not to say anything that would offend Zerah's sensibilities. He snapped out of his trance as he stared at his teammate talking so fondly of his culture. Imps were a species he only encountered in tales his mother told, how crafty they were. He sighed in a somber manner, wishing he could do the same about the dark elves he called his kin. He waited for Zerah to stop speaking before sharing his anecdote. "I can't say the same: dark elves are the worst. All they do is make deals with demons and act horrible to everyone that aren't of the same race. At least I know I'm not like them. In the physical and mental sense, that is," His lips curled up into a genuine smile as he tried to speak of his own life to supplement Zerah's dialogue, "I'm not fully dark elf anyways. My dad was a human, so everyone considered my parents race traitors and me an abomination of Sandor. If I'm a hero, that means that all the people who have blood like mine aren't considered demon spawn." He laid his head back for a moment before speaking once more, on a more positive train of thought. "It's nice to have someone who cares about you." "That's so stupid." Zerah sputtered. "No person, no matter what their race, species, social standing or what-have-you, should ever be called such vile things for simply existing. Nothing makes me sicker than that. No one chooses the life they're born into, so no man has the right to tell someone that they are a monster for it." Zerah scowled at the treatment Osseus had gotten, and tried cheering him up. "You should never feel bad about being half dark elf and half human. That just means you get the best traits of both races, right? Hell, that makes you better than both races combined!" He chuckled. Zerah smiled at Osseus' last statement. He was beginning to feel like he had somebody who cared about him. "Heheh..yeah, it is nice to have someone around who cares about you. It's funny, I believe I mentioned this to Manasa, but ever since I joined this guild, even with the way people have treated me, I've never been happier." Zerah smiled, somberly. "Just hearing people's chatter and merriment around me, even if I'm not a part of it, is something I didn't realize I missed so much. I'd traveled alone for so long, stayed in a dungeon for so long, it's incredible the types of things we take for granted." Zerah smiled warmly. "Like this. This is, without a doubt, the best moment I've had in over 200 years. Just being able to lie in the grass, feet in the water, talking to a good friend." Was it to soon to call him a friend? The imp didn't really care, and hoped Osseus wouldn't. That's what Zerah needed. A friend.. "It's moments like these I wish I could cherish for an eternity. Although, my brain isn't too good. I don't know if it's the blood or just my old age, but I have a lot of trouble remembering things. In fact, I was having a hard time finding my way here! If it weren't for that singing, I wouldn't have found it... Eh, it's probably the blood. This mask on my head, it gives me eternal youth. Or so the legends say. I got it when I was about 20 years old, which is young for imps. I'd just become an adult, heheh. Never thought I'd live my adult life like this. Hiding from people like a beast and losing all of your most precious memories..." Zerah perked up "But this. This moment right here. I know I'll remember this for a long time..." He realized he had been rambling again and went silent, staring up at the sky once more. ((Oss and Zerah pic in the spoiler)) {Spoiler - Click to View}  |
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Post by Allie on Dec 6, 2015 10:12:45 GMT -6
"That's so stupid." Zerah sputtered. "No person, no matter what their race, species, social standing or what-have-you, should ever be called such vile things for simply existing. Nothing makes me sicker than that. No one chooses the life they're born into, so no man has the right to tell someone that they are a monster for it." Zerah scowled at the treatment Osseus had gotten, and tried cheering him up. "You should never feel bad about being half dark elf and half human. That just means you get the best traits of both races, right? Hell, that makes you better than both races combined!" He chuckled. Zerah smiled at Osseus' last statement. He was beginning to feel like he had somebody who cared about him. "Heheh..yeah, it is nice to have someone around who cares about you. It's funny, I believe I mentioned this to Manasa, but ever since I joined this guild, even with the way people have treated me, I've never been happier." Zerah smiled, somberly. "Just hearing people's chatter and merriment around me, even if I'm not a part of it, is something I didn't realize I missed so much. I'd traveled alone for so long, stayed in a dungeon for so long, it's incredible the types of things we take for granted." Zerah smiled warmly. "Like this. This is, without a doubt, the best moment I've had in over 200 years. Just being able to lie in the grass, feet in the water, talking to a good friend." Was it to soon to call him a friend? The imp didn't really care, and hoped Osseus wouldn't. That's what Zerah needed. A friend.. "It's moments like these I wish I could cherish for an eternity. Although, my brain isn't too good. I don't know if it's the blood or just my old age, but I have a lot of trouble remembering things. In fact, I was having a hard time finding my way here! If it weren't for that singing, I wouldn't have found it... Eh, it's probably the blood. This mask on my head, it gives me eternal youth. Or so the legends say. I got it when I was about 20 years old, which is young for imps. I'd just become an adult, heheh. Never thought I'd live my adult life like this. Hiding from people like a beast and losing all of your most precious memories..." Zerah perked up "But this. This moment right here. I know I'll remember this for a long time..." He realized he had been rambling again and went silent, staring up at the sky once more. "Nah, I got the worst of the two. I can't even use any kind of magic anyways," He shrugged. Thoughts of Kama and Mimisko surfaced, knowing their magical capabilities. He wished fervently he could be like them, but remembered one moment that made his fatal flaw worth it. "Then again that can be a good thing. That Tairaga guy was all like 'No elves can best me in face to face combat!!' and I looked at myself and thought 'wow I'm an elf who fights face to face with knives and shit!! Fuck you Tairaga!!' You should have seen the things I said to that guy!" He broke out into a nostalgic laughter, remembering how pissed the king got with such low-brow tongue lashings. He exhaled, letting Zerah 'have the floor'. Hearing him talk so fervently of his life was fun to say the least: learning about how he worked would prove useful in the long run, especially if he considered Osseus as someone he genuinely cared about. He flashed a genuine grin, reassuring the imp of their positive relationship. It was a little weird to see Zerah as an adult, however. It was even weirder to be so young in a group of grown men and women, fighting for the same cause; especially with being treated as an equal among legendary heroes and powerful magicians. Well, the more the merrier, he thought. He had to make as many allies as possible before the next battle. Mainly, it was for combat back up, but it was also something to fall back on once everyone's goals were realized. Where would he go once the fearen dissipated, would anyone take him in? The thought of going back to groveling on the streets churned in his stomach, hoping to the dear lords up above he would never have to go back to such actions. |
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