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Post by Melancholicdoves on Oct 22, 2015 21:52:28 GMT -6
Gaynor stood for a second, in shock, but then burst out laughing. Her laughter was light and innocent, although the man seemed to be very furious at her, she couldn't help it, between her mistaking a fellow guild member for a school of fish and stumbling on him bathing was too incredibly funny for her. She disbanded her spear and turned facing away from the pond to allow him to keep his privacy.
Maybe taking off her armor made her feel this way, so carefree. The situation was just so....so stupid! It made her forget, even if just for that moment, how the world worked. She attempted to speak, still holding back her laughter "I apologize, haha, it seems as though I mistook that head of yours for a meal!" she giggled, "I must be more tired than I thought!"
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Oct 22, 2015 22:00:13 GMT -6
Rylan got more embarrassed as she laughed at him. His face felt as though it could boil the water itself.
"I-it's okay....It just caught me off guard. I thought some sort of fearen was attacking me. Would've been an embarrassing way to die, I suppose."
He chuckled to himself. He wanted to get out of the pond and get dressed, but wasn't fully clean. He decided it was probably for the best, so he began moving towards the edge of the pond.
"Uh, I was almost done here, if you'd like to use the pond for bathing, once I'm gone, of course..."
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Post by norimo on Oct 22, 2015 22:03:04 GMT -6
A small smirk stretched across Ooro's face. It tickled her to see Enoch become a bit startled, as with most elves, it wasn't often to see a break in their composure. "A breastplate?" she raised an eyebrow, "Well, I can patch up the tears in your clothing. How heavy are you wanting your armor? Do you actually want plate, or maybe something like leather? We can also search for lighter metals." As she continued to speak, Ooro scanned her surroundings, pilfering through the bodies for something of interest. "Plate is a bit tougher to find in terms of fit... is there a style you're looking for? Color?" She stopped in front of him, carefully inspecting him for a few moments in silence, as though taking mental notes of his possible measurements.
After doing so, she seemed to walk off to go back through the corpses, before removing a few possible candidates off their bodies. They appeared to be of different weights, some were leather, others were of a bronze material, and then some were of a top-heavy metal. She pointed to the last set, "Those are the heaviest, I picked them up in case you might be interested, but truthfully, I don't know if I'd recommend them. Wearing too much of it can slow you down, unless you're a monster like Alroth," she lightly chuckled. Ooro picked up one of the bronze pieces, and held it up to his chest as though measuring with her eyes. "We could try finding a better fit of this kind, and it kind of matches your current wear, actually." Ooro was going back and forth between the supplies, going through possible fits and failures. She wasn't one to waste time while waiting for a reply, it appeared.
"If you see anything you like, let me know. Afterwards, we can see if I have anything in my stash," she nodded.
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Post by Melancholicdoves on Oct 22, 2015 22:26:54 GMT -6
"No need to leave now, Rylan." Gaynor giggled, finally seeming to contain her laughter. She plopped down on the ground, still facing the opposite direction, "Don't mind me, I can wait."
she paused for a moment, keeping to gain her sense of seriousness again, "How are you holding up?"
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Post by not u on Oct 22, 2015 22:27:59 GMT -6
"Well, I can patch up the tears in your clothing. How heavy are you wanting your armor? Do you actually want plate, or maybe something like leather? We can also search for lighter metals." "Plate is a bit tougher to find in terms of fit... is there a style you're looking for? Color?" After doing so, she seemed to walk off to go back through the corpses, before removing a few possible candidates off their bodies. They appeared to be of different weights, some were leather, others were of a bronze material, and then some were of a top-heavy metal. She pointed to the last set, "Those are the heaviest, I picked them up in case you might be interested, but truthfully, I don't know if I'd recommend them. Wearing too much of it can slow you down, unless you're a monster like Alroth," she lightly chuckled. Ooro picked up one of the bronze pieces, and held it up to his chest as though measuring with her eyes. "We could try finding a better fit of this kind, and it kind of matches your current wear, actually." Ooro was going back and forth between the supplies, going through possible fits and failures. She wasn't one to waste time while waiting for a reply, it appeared. "If you see anything you like, let me know. Afterwards, we can see if I have anything in my stash," she nodded. Enoch watched her get to work, rather impressed at her efficiency as she effortlessly bounced from corpse to corpse and began a collection of different armor pieces. " Color is of no consequence. I'd prefer a lighter metal if that's possible? Those fearen ripped through cloth like wet paper earlier, but some of those look extremely heavy..." He eyeballed some of the rather dense pieces of chest armor on the ground. As she held up the bronze armor to his body, he nodded a slightly in approval. "Yes, like that! Something like that would be perfect." He returned to checking corpses, albeit at a far slower rate than Ooro, examining some of the shoulder plates that he could salvage from the other fallen warriors. "What sort of stash do you have?" he asked curiously, continuing to rifle through the belongings of the dead. |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Oct 22, 2015 22:41:14 GMT -6
Rylan managed to calm down. He made sure to stay near the edge of the pool, since he didn't plan on being unclothed longer than he had to. He was a bit surprised at Gaynor's question, not sure how to respond. How am I holding up? How AM I holding up......? Truth is, he was far more stressed than he had imagined, once he started thinking about it. Everything that happened within the span of a day stressed him out more than he had been in two years. Could being around people be doing this to him? Maybe he wasn't cut out for being the 'social type.' He took a deep breath to calm his nerves as all these uneasy thoughts ran through his mind. "Holding up..? Uh, I guess I'm alright. I mean, this whole Guild thing is a lot different than I initially thought it would be. Everyone here is so incredibly different, so many varying personalities. Hell..." He looked down at the water as he scrubbed his scalp ((pic is kinda NSFW. Doesn't show anything, but just be warned)) {Spoiler - Click to Nooo}  "Maybe I'm different.....more different than I thought, at least... I never thought I'd act the way I have around people. I always liked to think of myself as a good man, with good morals...Although..maybe that's just how we'd all like to perceive ourselves..As good people..." Rylan realized he was going off on a tangent, more so talking to himself now. He quickly snapped himself out of it. "Uh...Sorry about that! What about you, Gaynor? How are you holding up..? |
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Post by norimo on Oct 22, 2015 22:49:11 GMT -6
Ooro smiled at his response to her choice, seemingly pleased with herself. Immediately, her hands went back to work as she plucked through the possibilities. It was a tad bit harder to find shoulder pads for his stature, as she continually tossed the designated "failures" into the trash pile.
Her ears perked up upon hearing the inquiry. "Well, that depends on the one we go to. I don't think the one closest to here has what we're looking for," she placed one hand on her chin, her pupils staring at the sky momentarily, "I have a few stationed throughout the woods in case of emergencies, but the mother load is, well, my main home." Moving her hand to scratch the back of her head, she continued, "I have the tendency to keep things I could possibly find a use for later. When you're trying to survive in the woods, its critical to make the most out of what you have and find. So if I came across an abandoned settlement, I usually took what I found with me. When it came to clothing specifically- I often secured what I found. I wouldn't have huge metal pieces, because rarely do I wear those. However... smaller pieces I'm sure to have something of. Lighter pieces for your shoulders could be found there, I think."
Ooro's face slightly flushed a red, "Ah, to warn you, my home isn't necessarily like a fancy settlement... it can be a bit messy." By this time, Ooro had selected a few of the more worthy scraps from the bodies. The chest plate from earlier had been put to the side for future use. "I can pad the chest piece slightly to make it a better fit, but the shoulders might be a bit tougher. If you're willing, I'd like you to come with me so I don't make a mess of your request. Though, it's a bit of a walk, so I understand if you do not wish to follow."
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Post by cassiroll on Oct 22, 2015 23:27:08 GMT -6
Celty rolled over, blinking her eyes rapidly as she slowly regained consciousness. She didn't even remember falling asleep. It was like one second she was staring at Manasa, the next she was...where was she?
Lifting herself up slowly, she caught the scent of fresh water nearby. Trees were around her and she was laying in a soft bed of grass. She looked down at herself and was surprised to find herself cleaned off quiet nicely. Beside her was an equally clean Oxy, dozing peacefully. She was incredibly confused. Why had they moved so far away from camp? Where even were they in the forest? She carefully got to her knees before crumpling over as a wave of nausea hit her. She covered her mouth with her hand and managed to drag herself over to the stream, throwing up a dark purple liquid she originally mistook for blood. She examined the strange liquid in fascinated horror as it drifted down the stream and past her line of sight. She felt much better after this, but it was still incredibly worrying...
"Beware the hour when the witching wolf comes..."
Celty stood up quickly and spun around.
"Who's there?" She called out into the forest. No one responded. A bird chirped somewhere nearby. Her heart was beating loudly in her chest. "Who's there?!" She repeated again, a bit desperate, but it was clear that no one was nearby. It felt like that voice was so close though...like it was whispered into her ear...
"Ma?" Oxy's groggy voice brought her back to their current situation. She quickly checked herself and tried to appear calm again. "Ma, who are you talking to?"
"No one, little one, it was just a nightmare," She whispered, helping him stand. He stretched and yawned loudly while rubbing one eye with a tight fist.
"Can we go back now?" He said in a bit of a whine. "Why'd you make us leave the fire? It was warm there."
"I made us leave?" Celty's heart started beating fast again despite herself. Oxy nodded to her question. "What...what did I say?"
"You said you was dirty," He said scrunching up his nose, "you said it, Ma. Remember?"
"Ah...yes, of course." Celty put on a fake smile. "Let's go back...which way was it again?"
Oxy took her hand and started walking along the stream, "We walked a loooooong time." He said over his shoulder. It was obvious he was annoyed by this.
"I'm sorry I made you do that. I'll make it up to you, I promise." She smiled at him some more before he turned back around. Her expression turned serious as she contemplated what he had told her. What the hell came over her last night? Did she drink some of Kama's alcohol and forget about it? Perhaps she could ask someone in the guild about her behavior once they made their way back.
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Post by zenguardian on Oct 23, 2015 0:06:49 GMT -6
After the festivities of last night, Fallen was pleased to find that he could get a good nights' rest. Over the years, he's had to become accustomed to sleeping with one eye open, and since he only had one eye to work with... well...
Nevertheless, he felt energized. He heard Kama's announcement. They had two weeks before they moved on to the next task. That meant two weeks to get stronger. During the last fight, Fallen didn't do much except shield his allies from danger. While doing that minimized the amount of casualties, he couldn't help but wish that he played a bigger part in the fight. His most powerful attacks, however, were a bit too destructive. He'd have to work on ones that wouldn't risk the lives of his comrades.
Placing his right hand over his missing right eye, Fallen breathed a sigh of relief. Good. It's still there... he thought. Two years ago when the fearen first invaded, his hometown, Kalzorn, was destroyed. The only thing that he had that reminded him of where he came from was the Emperor Gem, which he kept in his eye socket. With the Emperor Gem, he has control over lesser gems of the same type, called King Gems. Those and his transmutation were the basis of all of his attacks.
Transmute: [Insert property]. This would change the construction of his arrows, making them smaller, bigger, longer, metallic, wooden, etc. His transmutations were limited, though, since he lacked skill. "Transmute: Deconstruction", "Transmute: Ruination", and "Transmute: Abnegation" were a few examples.
By attaching a King Gem to an arrow, he could issue it "commands". One that he used in the last battle was "Command: Rend". That command caused the arrow to embed itself in the flesh of its target before ripping itself out. King Gems were very hard to make. And if he ever lost the prized possession of Kalzorn, the "Emperor Gem"... it would be impossible to find or create another.
Kama recommended that they upgrade their armor and weapons. Nicholas had experience in crafting those, but Fallen could also just use his abilities to reinforce what he currently has. Fallen made sure to take a note of the new types of fearen he encountered.
...But first, he had to eat. He spotted Gaynor enter the forest earlier. If he followed her path, it would surely lead him to a river. From there, he could follow it upstream to see if he could find bigger prey to catch. It also wouldn't hurt to add a few more minerals to his collection if he could find any.
Fallen collected his things and headed towards the river.
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Post by Allie on Oct 23, 2015 3:57:45 GMT -6
Groaning a little bit, he rose from his seated position and walked with Enoch. He was mystified at what Enoch told him with the Northern Lights, the way they refracted in the night sky in the northern-most parts of Ignis. He waited to ask more about the Northern Lights when Ooro joined the three of them to help with them.
Ohh, she's a scavenger... Osseus thought, confused as his previous assumption related to her being a medic considering how she patched up her injuries. He looked down to his stomach only to remember that he packed absolutely no armor as well as the fact his shirt was torn to completely expose his healing gashes that he sustained. He turned over to Ooro to make his request
"I think I'll need really light armor to cover up my torso. Color isn't a concern, and I'll probably need it-" Osseus looked down at his shoes, then up at the elf man, Ooro, and Altheron. "-really small."
He pursed his lips slightly realizing his short stature. Then again, it works great for stealth ventures.
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Post by ChibiGissy on Oct 23, 2015 5:11:55 GMT -6
Mimisko trained a bit more. She then walked around.
While walking around, she spotted Enoch, Ooro, and Osseus. Mimisko waved to them.
"Hey Guys~!"
Just then, she tripped over a rock and fell on her face. She's not unconscious. She's just clumsy in the morning when she is not training.
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Post by LadyAurablade on Oct 23, 2015 5:53:34 GMT -6
"Does that satisfy your curiosity a little?" he asked, smiling a bit. He was pleasantly surprised by their interest. Altheron nodded excitedly. "They sound so beautiful.... They never had lights in the sky back home, and.... what exactly is 'ice'?" So many new questions started ringing in his head, but before he was able to utter a single word, Enoch began walking again. He glanced over at Altheron and Osseus curiously, unsure if they needed to scavenge anything for themselves. "Oh, right. The 'scavenging'... whatever that means...." he uttered under his breath, hoping Enoch or Osseus wouldn't hear. He didn't want them to see him as a fool. He'd learn what he needed to learn about this realm over time, and it'd be through the people he met along his journey who would shape him into a well-rounded person, an actual human being. He followed right behind Enoch, watching him pull through corpse after decayed corpse in search for the metal plates they had strapped to their chests with no success. Altheron had never considered using armor before. Most of his powers were spiritual, so there was no need for protection; physical attacks would just phase through him whenever he'd leave his vessel. Still, he watched in excitement as Enoch looked to update his gear. He didn't want to feel left out again. "Do you need help? You look like you're trying to find something, and if that's the case, I think I could be of assistance," her eyes focused on them. "Just tell me what you're looking for." He perked up at the sound of the familiar voice. Ooro came by, seeking to help them with their armor needs. As he watched the hermit pull breastplates out of the rotting pile and put them in front of Enoch, the shaman felt a slight feeling of being ignored... "Ummmmm," he began. "I think I need armor too! Even though the most I can do at the moment is possess other living beings, I believe some form of protection would be required for my body." He remembered seeing tick fearen earlier in battle. "The ticks! I need protection from the ticks!" |
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Post by Penguin on Oct 23, 2015 6:34:27 GMT -6
Nicolas was already awake since really early in the morning. He was looking for materials to use for weapon repairing. Once he finished his search on materials, he went to look for something importand to his familly. The Nikiforou staff. His brother was using it and since he was dead now, the staff has to pass to him. If only he could find it. He searched around the place were he found his brothers body. It wasnt there... He saw a group of people scavenging.
" Maybe they have seen it"
He approached them
" Uh, Hello! Sorry to inturupt you, but have any of you seen a big staff with a purple orb in the top? If you did, can you tell me were it is? I would be very gratefull" he said
" Now lets hope they have seen it..." he thought
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Post by norimo on Oct 23, 2015 8:46:38 GMT -6
Ooro giggled under her breath. Despite the thief had acted tough earlier with his drinking games, he was still in the body of a child... and a short one. "I understand," she reached to ruffle his hair again, clearly trying to tease him slightly. He was a cute kid, she couldn't help it. Scanning her pile once more, she collected a few leather scraps for later.
She raised an eyebrow, before nodding. "Now that I think of it, you were lucky to not have had a tick attach to you earlier. In that case, we could probably just find a slab of plate here to strap onto your back. They can only attach to your spinal cord, after all."
"Light armor is my forte, luckily. So you two are in luck. I think leather is best for you Osseus; I can probably mend your shirt and craft a leather chest to go over it. Does that sound suitable?" When asking the two, one of her ears had quirked, as though to hear something else.
"M-Mimisko?" a concerned look spread across Ooro's face, she hadn't realized the mage's tendency to stumble over her feet so easily. She knelt down to help the young girl back up, when another voice came from behind.
"O-oh? Well, uh..." As she tried to recall her surroundings, her hand scratched the back of her head. "I'm sorry, I've only been surveying what armor they've been carrying. I haven't been paying much attention to their weapons, so I couldn't tell you accurately if I've seen it in the area or not..." she bowed her head, as to apologize again.
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Post by Melancholicdoves on Oct 23, 2015 9:46:13 GMT -6
Gaynor nodded as she listened to Rylan speak, although there was little need to do such a motion since the two were not facing each other, she felt as though she needed to.
"They say hell is full of people with good intentions" She spoke calmly and almost nostalgically, "Sometimes we need to take the time to reevaluate our morals and see if they are really true in the eyes of the gods. I would have thought a spiritual man such as yourself would know this."
She paused, brushing her hair to the side, "Joining this guild, for me, was a step forward, but a tough one to take. I was so used to being accompanied only by my memories and opinions. It's nice being around people I can trust."
A more stern look shot across her face, "a group that doesn't run away, a group that fights to protect what they care about. I could not be happier."
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