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Post by otakrap on Dec 11, 2015 20:20:06 GMT -6
"Yeah I made pudd-" He was immediately cut off as Gremlon continued on his verbal tangent, struggling to find a decently long break in his ramblings to speak up. His face almost seemed frozen in place, his mouth agape slightly as he looked onward wide eyed before finally finding the means to speak again. He exhaled deeply, preparing a simple response to the little guy. Then again, it wasn't too fair to call him little considering their similarity in height, and especially considering how even the shortest members saw him as tiny. "Osseus. My name's Osseus," He held out his hand to shake the goblin's, taking note of its bony texture. He avoided eye contact for a split second, looking for any sign of Luair. He then hardened his resolve to include small talk in their encounter. "I don't know much about goblins anyways. I've been compared to you guys a lot, so I'm guessing it has something to do with collecting a lot of shit," He sheepishly remarked, opening his bag with one hand and showing off his collection of herbs, knives, and other assorted goodies in his messenger bag slung on his shoulder. Gremlon shook Osseus' hand with a firm handshake, "Nice to meet 'cha!" Gremlon looked briefly at Osseus' collection and replied, "If you thought Goblins stole things... you wouldn't be wrong heh." Gremlon grabbed out his bag he had on his back in response to Osseus showing his stolen items. "This box of matches I used up, this cursed dagger I stole from a nerdy witch, a torch from the inn, fearen stingers, fangs, spikes, wings, and a few other fearen things." Gremlon then put the items back in his bag and continued, "heck... even these clothes I'm wearing... stolen." Gremlon took of his mask, "This mask, was the first thing I stole when I was a kid from an old human that was passed out." Gremlon then took off his hat, "... and this hat. I had to fight for this hat.. heh." After Gremlon took off his hat, a noticeable part of his skull was exposed. It was as if part of his head was burned off a long time ago. Then Gremlon looked over because something else caught his attention. He put his mask back on, but was still holding onto his hat. After minutes of wandering, Luair spotted Osseus in the distance followed by someone slightly lesser in height. She couldn't pinpoint exactly who they were at this distance, so she called out to them both. 'Osseus, greetings! I come with a well known treat around here called a 'cake'! I have created it myself to give you!' She held her cooking, smiles all around. She looked at the other person that was with him. 'I believe you are Gremlon, correct?' she said, noticing his arms were only bone. 'Greetings! What do you think of my 'cake'? "Luair, I-!" He jerked his head in her direction, his gaze falling on the cake offered to him. Granted, it looked like a molten mess of random ingredients, but it was adorable, in a way. Adorable in the sense that he would be the one who could actually cook in the relationship rather than her- He slapped himself mentally at projecting those kinds of thoughts, since there was no way she could know about his ridiculous emotions. Before he could accept her gift, he held out his hands. "I made rice pudding with Manasa, and I thought you'd like some, since I figured you'd like something like that," He held out his pudding to Luair, wishing with all of his might that she'd accept his present. Then again, this was about unnecessary payback. He cleared his throat and attempted to clear up the situation in the least sappy way possible. "The only way you really have to pay me back for everything is to keep living. That's all I really need, after all," He cringed at himself at the response, knowing the goblin would tease him relentlessly in front of her. "Oh! The cake looks great!" Gremlon responded as if Luair could make cake since Gremlon was unaware of what cake actually looked like. "So you were making pudding with Manasa? She made this red scarf and gave it to me!" Gremlon said shifting his attention of Osseus. "Luair was it? Manasa is good at making stuff isn't she?" Gremlon then shifted his attention back to Luair. Then the thought in Gremlon's mind snapped, "Oh! I know what's going on now! You two ..." Gremlon shifted his eyes back and forth between Osseus and Luair, "... are trading food for an elf tradition right!? Since I'm not an elf then I shouldn't interrupt your tradition right?" Then Gremlon suddenly became blunt about the situation and asked Osseus, "or are you alright with me sticking around with your girlfriend?" |
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Post by titee on Dec 11, 2015 20:24:46 GMT -6
Zerah looked back at Manasa, noticing her hand placed on his shoulder. He did nothing about this, and continued to stare at her. "Thank you for not judging me." He uttered. "I don't believe in fate, however." He scoffed "I believe that everything in this world is random, both the good and the bad. If fate WERE true, Valdus would've taken care of the fearen long ago like that supposed 'prophecy' said. If I really WERE fated to live the life I have, then the Gods will have to get down on their knees and beg me for my forgiveness. There is no excuse for the supposed fate that this world has been dealt. The fate to be damned by these horrendous creatures, to the point of near extinction. And the fact that these fearen are the souls of the damned, forced to kill everyone around them due to instinct. If that is fate, then I want no part of it. If fate were real, I would much rather be exempt from it all." Zerah finished, a scowl on his face. Zerah had thrown his faith in the Gods away long ago, questioning their right to exist as such divine entities with complete disregard to these suffering people's lives. Seeing that Zerah had not batted Manasa's hand away, the vishkanyan took to familiar, comfortable ground. She placed her hand firmly yet consolingly onto his shoulder, running briefly down the length of his freckled arm before she stopped herself. Manasa wanted nothing more to wordlessly pull the imp into a hug; to convey how she felt through her actions rather than try and weave a web of words that would only serve to mistranslate how she truly felt. "I want to reply, but I cannot. Words are... hard," She said, with heavily lidded eyes. Manasa swallowed heavily, deciding to take a gamble. She pulled Zerah into her arms, despite not knowing how he would react. "I can only say how I truly feel through touch or dance." She was so frustrated, frustrated with herself for finding the simple act of communication so difficult. Every time she opened her mouth, the imp misheard what her heard wanted to say. Perhaps speaking to him was simply not meant to be. |
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Post by not u on Dec 11, 2015 20:35:04 GMT -6
"I.... I see...." he muttered weakly, his gaze traveling to the floor. Underneath his hair, small flickers of purple light began emitting from his right eye as he piece Enoch's words together. "So... there is another.. monster...." Enoch raised an eyebrow, unsure whether or not he heard the shaman correctly and took a moment to process his words, shaking his head slightly. "Another" monster? "Altheron, what are you talking about?" he questioned, a tone of perplexity in his voice. |
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Post by LadyAurablade on Dec 11, 2015 21:12:09 GMT -6
Enoch raised an eyebrow, unsure whether or not he heard the shaman correctly and took a moment to process his words, shaking his head slightly. "Another" monster? "Altheron, what are you talking about?" he questioned, a tone of perplexity in his voice. "I think there is something within me, too......." he answered, running his fingers through his hair a bit as his mind wandered back to the previous battle. " Another monster......" He noticed Enoch had still been holding onto his vest. Unable to look into the man's eyes, Altheron took the garment from the elf's hands and quickly put it on, being sure not to mess up with the buttoning like Ooro instructed. He then sauntered over to his old clothes and stopped dead in his tracks. |
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Post by Allie on Dec 11, 2015 21:22:53 GMT -6
Gremlon shook Osseus' hand with a firm handshake, "Nice to meet 'cha!" Gremlon looked briefly at Osseus' collection and replied, "If you thought Goblins stole things... you wouldn't be wrong heh." Gremlon grabbed out his bag he had on his back in response to Osseus showing his stolen items. "This box of matches I used up, this cursed dagger I stole from a nerdy witch, a torch from the inn, fearen stingers, fangs, spikes, wings, and a few other fearen things." Gremlon then put the items back in his bag and continued, "heck... even these clothes I'm wearing... stolen." Gremlon took of his mask, "This mask, was the first thing I stole when I was a kid from an old human that was passed out." Gremlon then took off his hat, "... and this hat. I had to fight for this hat.. heh." After Gremlon took off his hat, a noticeable part of his skull was exposed. It was as if part of his head was burned off a long time ago. Then Gremlon looked over because something else caught his attention. He put his mask back on, but was still holding onto his hat. A little guilty about semi-ignoring Gremlon, he finally replied to his stories. His response was delayed, but not to the point of completely losing his message. "Everything on me is stolen too anyway! Dirty rotten thieves stick together!" He winked at Gremlon, excluding Kama's dagger in his generalization. Gremlon's contraptions were pretty interesting, and learning how to use such things to his advantage would give him a decent edge in the battlefield, especially with the fearen scent being a good deterrent from being mauled. "I'd like to learn how to make those kinds of things some time!" He smiled in a somewhat goofy manner... ...only for it to fade right at the mention of 'girlfriend'. He wasn't entirely wrong in his assumption, but it still stung, considering how she would react to such a notion. Instead of directly addressing the question, he took a bite out of her cake, savoring the blend of flavors. Albeit, the bitterness of the chocolate clashed with the overly sweet cake itself, it all seemed to work together. "Oh my god! This is really good!" His eyes lit up as he tried to prolong the taste, realizing how rare both the sweet and the moment would be. He downed a decent portion before wrapping it up to save for later, treating it with the same level of care as Kama's dagger. Cake may not be as long lasting as a legendary hero's weapon, but the sentiment was at least on a similar level on his end. |
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Post by not u on Dec 11, 2015 21:26:24 GMT -6
He noticed Enoch had still been holding onto his vest. Unable to look into the man's eyes, Altheron took the garment from the elf's hands and quickly put it on, being sure not to mess up with the buttoning like Ooro instructed. He then sauntered over to his old clothes and stopped dead in his tracks. Enoch observed the shaman's uncharacteristic behavior as he snatched the vest out of his hands, pursing his lips a bit. The ability to be able to divine the future was already something rather strange -- a power that Enoch assumed was limited only to the gods. But he still didn't quite understand and continued to watch as Altheron began to act in a manner that was odd, even for him. "Altheron, I do not understand," he spoke carefully, the priest's face an unreadable muddle of conflicting emotions. He couldn't yet grasp what the shaman was talking about, and continued to tread delicately with his words and movements. The only thing he could hope for was that this would not turn out the same way as it had with Celty, and he clung desperately to that small hope with every fiber of his being. |
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Dec 11, 2015 21:31:38 GMT -6
Clarissa nodded and with a sweep of her hand, the material molded and adjusted in shape within the man's arms. "There you are."Rezza raised his eyebrows looking down at the witch's work, impressed by her skill. "I would certainly hate to take up more of your time." Chuckling the small healer gave a bow and pulled the cloth to his body. "You are free to go about your own business." With slow deliberate steps he made his way towards the door Clarissa had pointed out earlier, leaning heavily on his staff for support. Opening the door he found a confounding room and hesitantly entered it, closing the door behind him. A place like this was entirely foreign to him, his old farm house took water from a ground well, and the bathing chambers in the convent brought in water through water pumps. Rezza had no idea what sort of things the rich had. His eyes examined the room carefully before stopping on something that appeared to be a bath. He approached it, placing his new garment on the floor nearby and leaning his staff against the wall, and grabbed onto the lip of it. "Now how do you even work this thing?" As he looked at it, his hands prodding around, he mumbled to himself. "How do you get the water in here?" A look of confusion plastered itself on his face as he moved his gaze up to a strange contraption above the basin. Investigating it sent a torrent of water out which the tub below then collected, the sudden sound startling the man. He jumped back with a surprised grunt, losing his balance in the process, before letting out an annoyed huff. "Geezzz. I knew the rich were awful," Carefully he got to his feet as he grumbled lowly. "but who would have thought they would come up with something made solely to frighten someone upon first use. Assholes..." Rolling up his sleeve made to stop up the drain and simply stared, perturbed, as the water began to rise. Once the water seemed to be up to a reasonable level Rezza attempted to fiddle around with the contraption once more to stop its flow. It had taken a bit longer than he had wanted to figure out, and the water had gone past where it should have been. With that out of the way he picked up his new pants once more and set them by the door, depositing the rest of his clothing there as well. The bathing part of this experience he found to be fairly uncomfortable. The water level had found its way up to his chin, and the basin itself was just a small bit shy of his height when sitting straight leaving his eye level below the lip of it. Taking care of everything quickly he pulled himself out of the tub, not bothering to drain it, and picked up what appeared to be a towel. Tying it in a loose manner around his waist, the healer opened the door slightly and peered into the room adjacent to it. Finding it now empty he threw his clothes out of the bathing quarters letting everything fall haphazardly onto the floor before returning to his staff. Even though things still felt as though they weren't there Rezza would have to be mindful and take care of his injuries for now. While he could still always just heal them himself, after his poor attempt earlier a large amount of hesitation gripped him preventing him from stretching his new ability. Stumbling his way back into the other room the healer approached the bed, and climbed onto it. His staff rattled to the floor loudly. Exhaustion and light-headedness began to settle heavily upon him as he drew the sheets laid out on the bed over himself and was soon fast asleep. here is his new outfit for those who havent seen it it is just new pants which makes me sad. (also i finally named his race hes half worwren.)  |
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Post by melty on Dec 11, 2015 21:41:12 GMT -6
'Yes, Manasa is good at many things? I must find a chance to see her again today?' she thought to the last time to saw her. Hopefully she was now well.
'Is that all? Do you not want anything else?' She was glad to make the cake and the thought of presenting him with more and more gifts was exciting.
'Not at all!' she responded, sweet and unaware of what he meant. She had not come across the word 'girlfriend' before and assumed it was a term to refer to girls who were your friends. Hence, girlfriend. And that was certainly true. 'We are all part of Shadow Slayers after all!' she spoke the guild's name gleefully, happy to be part of such a team.
Luair giggled in reaction to Osseus's response. 'Really? Really?' she asked, hopping around him, happily. 'I am so delighted you like it! I am so, so happy!' She had a huge grin on her face and could not contain her sudden burst of emotion. She jumped a couple times, the cinnamon sticks popping out of place and sunk into the rest of the sweet.
'In that case I will try your pudding!' she then had a spoonful and her face went blank. Seconds later she said, 'It is wonderful!' Luair was never shown desserts in her kingdom, despite her royalty. However, at that moment all the waiting was worth it. Her excitement was back and had double. Soon she was all over the place, unsuspectedly latching onto Osseus and swinging in from side to side; chanting 'It was so so delicious, thank you very much!' wrapped up in this gift giving of culinary treats.
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Post by ChibiGissy on Dec 11, 2015 21:42:24 GMT -6
Crud...Right when Mimisko was willing to keep things going in a nice level, there is yet another conflict.. within the guild, no less.. There have been so many of them in one day it's becoming really overwhelming. Mimisko actually started to have a bit of a headache, in fact. Either from this or that old flag pole that fell on her head earlier. " My head hurts." Mimisko took a deep breath. Getting upset about this probably isn't going to help. It might've make matters worse, in fact.She values the Shadow Slayers. If it weren't for them, Mimisko would've died a long time ago. She said out loud to Manasa and Zerah. "I know that I'm not in place to say this but.... you guys are valuable friends to me." |
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Post by LadyAurablade on Dec 11, 2015 22:29:13 GMT -6
"Altheron, I do not understand," he spoke carefully, the priest's face an unreadable muddle of conflicting emotions. He couldn't yet grasp what the shaman was talking about, and continued to tread delicately with his words and movements. The only thing he could hope for was that this would not turn out the same way as it had with Celty, and he clung desperately to that small hope with every fiber of his being. "I do not think I understand it, either..." he said quietly, reaching into his hat and pulling out a white piece of fabric, one he assumed came with the shirt. He tied it around his collar in the same manner the late king did before worrying it with his fingers at the thought of the next words he would say. "...but at the last battle, my eye... I think it spoke to me. He was not happy with me or Tairaga. He said he was to control the fearen and that he hated me for keeping him in the Spirit Realm...." He then bent over to grab the ribbon that hung from his old shirt collar, fiddling with it a bit to untie it before taking the entire thing in his hands. Being careful to keep the hair over his now brightly-lit eye kept in place, Altheron tied his hair back, doubling the knot and tightening it to make sure it wouldn't slide off. He allowed his mind to wander as the stirring in his mind continued, now beginning to take on a low giggling sound. "... And he showed me things.." He stopped himself from reliving the memories of the spirit, instead moving to gather the rest of his white clothes, hat and all, into his arms and stood up. "Anyway, these have to go." he said flatly before whispering a short spell, much like the one he used back at camp. Once the reciting ceased, a portal appeared before him, this time large enough for one to pass through. On the other side held his home, a bright, glistening forest that seemed to stretch on forever. Despite its expanse, Altheron had centered his attention to one tree in particular. There, his staff sat, leaning against the tree that made most of his childhood. Next to it sat the cloak Ooro had made for him, along with the plate and the last remaining piece of her torn cloak hidden underneath. {Spoiler - Click to View} Altheron hung the damp clothing on one of the tree's many branches and left the realm as soon as he came. Now back in the washroom, Altheron took his pack from the floor and put it on. He turned over to the door, seeing the boots he took earlier still leaning against it. He walked past the elves to go put them on after closing the portal. With his gaze still on the exit, the shaman focused his thoughts on all the events that happened without him and all he he said now, channeling these ideas until he formed a singular objective. "I need to speak with Kama." {Spoiler - Click to View}
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Post by Penguin on Dec 11, 2015 22:48:03 GMT -6
Nicolas smilled back " Great! Lets go then! I think the room was that way-" Nicolas was interrupted by a unfamilliar voice" N-Nick? Huh, Its been a whille since someone called me like this..." he thought. Nicolas looked at the new face. "Nice to meet you Zerah, what do you want to ask me" Nicolas looke at Zerah's claws. " Um... I do work with metal buuuut.... Um... I usally make some simple weapons, so uh... arms would be kinda hard more me since they are very complex to design and make.." Nicolas looked at Zerah who looked like he really ( for some reason) wanted these arms. He remembered his fathers words. " Remember Nicolas... Even if something seems hard to make dont give up. A true weaponsmith sees everything as a new challenge. Dont stay to what you already know, experiment! And the things you already know, can be inspiration for something new... Changes are good sometimes"Remembering this, gave Nicolas motivation to do something new... something he hadnt made beffore. And this was the right time. He looked at Zerah with a smille " But its not impossible. I am sure that i would be a able to make you something decend if i try" Nicolas remembered that Mimisko was there too. " Actually, me and Mimisko were planning to go to a room i saw earlier, that had the proper tools for weapon fixing. Do you wanna come too? I need to know what exacly you need " Zerah beamed with hope at the thought that he may get a new pair of arms! Ones that would make him look more normal than what he currently had. "I would love to come along! Thank you!" He said, cheerily. The imp looked back towards Manasa, a scowl seeming to be spread across the woman's face. Was she upset with him? His words must have not been the answer she had been looking for, but there was not much he could do. With every conversation leading to an awful situation, then this was no different. Perhaps he'd try patching things up with her once his new arms were made, should this weaponsmith know how to craft them. He frowned at Manasa and turned back towards the two. "Lead the way!" " Ok! Lets go!" Nicolas said in a happy tune. Until Manasa came. Nicolas stayed looking clueless on the situation. Were they fighting? He was again really confused. He decited not to say anything else. Interrupting their conversation would be very rude. Especially since the matter seemed importand. So he standed there looking clueless |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Dec 11, 2015 22:52:24 GMT -6
Seeing that Zerah had not batted Manasa's hand away, the vishkanyan took to familiar, comfortable ground. She placed her hand firmly yet consolingly onto his shoulder, running briefly down the length of his freckled arm before she stopped herself. Manasa wanted nothing more to wordlessly pull the imp into a hug; to convey how she felt through her actions rather than try and weave a web of words that would only serve to mistranslate how she truly felt. "I want to reply, but I cannot. Words are... hard," She said, with heavily lidded eyes. Manasa swallowed heavily, deciding to take a gamble. She pulled Zerah into her arms, despite not knowing how he would react. "I can only say how I truly feel through touch or dance." She was so frustrated, frustrated with herself for finding the simple act of communication so difficult. Every time she opened her mouth, the imp misheard what her heard wanted to say. Perhaps speaking to him was simply not meant to be. Zerah was surprised as the woman hugged him. It wasn't unwelcome, only odd. Zerah looked at Nicholas and Mimisko, a bit confused. "Why are we still standing here? Let's walk. There's nothing wrong. We aren't fighting. Let's move." Zerah stated, still in the woman's arms. He lightly took Manasa's arms off of him and smiled at her. He then turned and continued walking down the hall. |
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Post by titee on Dec 11, 2015 23:01:38 GMT -6
Zerah was surprised as the woman hugged him. It wasn't unwelcome, only odd. Zerah looked at Nicholas and Mimisko, a bit confused. "Why are we still standing here? Let's walk. There's nothing wrong. We aren't fighting. Let's move." Zerah stated, still in the woman's arms. He lightly took Manasa's arms off of him and smiled at her. He then turned and continued walking down the hall. Manasa brushed Zerah's hair from his face and nodded, happy that an interaction between the two had finally gone positively. As they walked down that hall towards the forge, Manasa reached out and took hold of Zerah hand, possibly for the last time before he got his new set. Manasa looked towards Nicolas and Mimisko with a ting of guilt, saddened that they mistook her and Zerah's interaction for discourse. "We just... communicate differently." Manasa finally said to the two younger guild members, trying to ease their worries. |
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Post by Penguin on Dec 11, 2015 23:25:04 GMT -6
"Why are we still standing here? Let's walk. There's nothing wrong. We aren't fighting. Let's move." Zerah stated, still in the woman's arms. He lightly took Manasa's arms off of him and smiled at her. He then turned and continued walking down the hall. Nicolas looked at Manasa and Zerah. He was glad this wasnt a fight. He didnt wanted his teamates to fight. " O-oh, Ok! Um, lets go then. The room is that way!" Nicolas pointed to the left,at a hallway "We just... communicate differently." Manasa finally said to the two younger guild members, trying to ease their worries. Nicolas smilled at Manasa " Oh, ok... I thought it was some short of argument and i got a little worried. But I am glad everything is fine " |
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Post by cassiroll on Dec 11, 2015 23:34:42 GMT -6
Clarissa took leave of Rezza, journeying back into the hall to wander for as long as she pleased.
Let me come back.
She frowned and tried to brush Celty's voice off, but the mother persisted.
Please. I want to be with him for a little longer. I'm not ready to let him go just yet...
Clarissa sighed, relinquishing control. Her eyes faded to green once more.
Celty took no time in searching the halls for her son, eventually coming across Oxy in the dining hall with Daryn. Her eyes lit up and she ran towards him, scooping him up from behind and into her arms in one swift motion. He giggled and screamed with surprise before wrapping his arms around her. She smiled brightly at him, examining his new clothes with a chuckle. "My, my! What an odd new outfit." She laughed, rubbing her nose against his for only a moment before pulling away. He waved his arms wildly, still giggling.
"Tooooooo big!" He stated.
"I'll say!" She pulled at his long sleeves with a raised brow. "Roll these up if they make it too hard to use your hands."
"Yeah," Oxy nodded. He cuddled close to her and yawned. "Dary helped me."
Celty looked at the fighter warily, but tried to keep up her smile. "Thank you...I appreciate that."
"Ma, that hat is stupid."
"Oh, you," she tickled his stomach and he shrieked for a moment before trying to tickle her back. "No you don't!" She placed him quickly on the floor and started running away from him at a reasonably slow pace. He caught up in moments and tackled her to the floor. The two rolled around for a moment before laying on their backs and staring up towards the ceiling, breathless.
"I...I got you." He huffed out.
"Yeah," She answered, glancing at him and trying to savor this moment. "You got me."
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