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Post by norimo on Jan 3, 2016 20:02:51 GMT -6
Robin sat in silence as they listened to the avenaudi. His words were rather... comforting. Yet, they hadn't known how to respond, and continued to hear him out with their lips sealed shut. Their cheeks flushed with warmth under their mask, taken off-guard by the sudden genuineness in his demeanor. Despite they were a little harsh at the end, it felt more honest because of it. They twiddled their thumbs as their eyebrows furrowed underneath. It could have been some ploy in order to get them to trust him, and thus they reluctantly rejected the idea that he had been 100% honest, but also struggled to believe it wasn't. Back at the shop, they hadn't encountered many they could call "friends." They spoke cordially to those who introduced themselves before ultimately heading to the door. It was understandable, and never dampened Robin's mood. They were usually working in the back anyways, they hadn't really wanted to be seen. ...Though it was nice to have Uldrix "see" them and still say such a thing, even if he possibly didn't fully grasp the concept. "Seeing people on the inside always appealed more to me," a light chuckle escaped. --- The party had been rounded up once more by their leader, and taken to an inn that was stocked from head to toe with helpful goods and food. Robin had been more interested in exploring the inn than sitting down at the table, but Freyja demanded they all gathered round, and they didn't want to anger the rumored hunter who could take on ten fights at once. That could get ugly, to say the least. They sat down in an available chair, as their eyes surveyed the array of dishes laid about. Several roasts were set out for the combatants, along with desserts and plenty of sides to accompany the main course- all freshly prepared and well seasoned. The scent wafted about the inn, filling their nostrils with a pleasant aroma of delectable earthly delights. It was a meal fit almost fit for royalty, really. While most combatants would probably find themselves wide-eyed at the variety laid out in front of them, eagerly filling their plates and digging in without remorse...  Robin didn't. Instead, they sat there with their hands folded on the table. They bit their lip under their mask, as yes, while the fragrance was pleasant- it wasn't exactly what they needed. Their fingers tapped anxiously against the table, realizing they overlooked a simple factor in their plan. With their back straight up, they awkwardly sat, unsure of what to do with the display before them. If anything, they were much more focused on their newly polished phonograph not too far off. Uldrix enjoyed himself though, as he devastated the boar feast without a thought. He introduced himself second to Freyja, and didn't appear shy in the slightest despite being the most characteristically diverse of the group. Celaeno? Their head perked up as the harpy spoke. They recognized that named to be one shared with a certain singer they used to own records of, and while it initially sparked some interest, they decided that there was no possible way any relative of the man would coincidentally be sitting at the table... "So you are a relative!" They bounced back up in their seat immediately, eyeing the feathered woman through their lenses with new profound excitement. "I'm sorry to hear about his accident but-" their hands clasped together, "-I'm a fan of his! I-" the thought struck them, as they realized they had lost their composure for a moment, before sulking back down in their seat a little flustered by their own response. "I, uh, enjoy his work..." they nodded as they trailed off, before coughing to clear their throat. "Uh, I'm Robin- by the way. I use an electricity lodestone to fire charges through my guns," they lifted one out of the holster, a tad nervous, before settling it back into its slot. "I want the gold as well, but-" their eyes returned to Rory, "I... hope your father gets better." Robin sat still in their seat, fidgeting with their hands once more. |
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Post by melty on Jan 3, 2016 20:15:30 GMT -6
Spica sure had some questions. For instance "Why do you spit orange goo?" or "Why do you lie on your back like a dog?" Needless to say, asking such things aloud wouldn't be the best course of action.
Spica twirled her fork around, eyes to her plate. It was the first time she held sympathy for anyone here so far and seeing that the harpy carried such a cheerful demeanour despite her background made it worse. There wasn't much she herself could do to absolve the issue anyway.
She hadn't eaten anything so far, so amused herself by clinking her cutlery around and making a dinky tune.
Guess she could say a word or two. Or maybe a lot more.
'Let me remind you all of my name. I, Spica Tremille am here on behalf on the Witches' Society orders. We plan to use the monetary reward to fund our research on lodestones. Which brings me to speak of my own; I possess two lodestones, Crystal and Glass. I alternate between the two where I best see fit. I manipulate crystals to take many forms and can cast barries and illusions.'
She straighted out a poking hair before continuing. 'I will also clarify what purpose the Society serves and Witches themselves. Witches are beings naturally gifted to be driven to the forces that lodestones posess. We are not exactly human, yet we appear alike. Witches are reared from an early age to be proficient in the art and this draws many to the Society which acts as the centre for those all over the land. I, myself trained under the care by the strongest witches in their compartments and soon was declared to be the best at my game. To many I am a step below the leaders themselves.'
She waved her finger from side to side, now well into her drabble. 'I want you all to know that I do not appreciate those who intend to be of no use in battle. If we are to work together, then I expect much from you. Also, now that I've gone into some detail about my origin, I do not wish to provide further information. Simple facts are tolerable, however.'
She tapped her fork on the plate. 'Now will someone hand me a slice of that pie?' She pointed towards the food in question, too far for her to reach.
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Post by Allie on Jan 3, 2016 20:22:20 GMT -6
Vera's eyes creeped open to observe two figures looming over her, . Before she could explain anything, a booming voice ushered the group away, leaving her in a perpetual daze as she trekked to the inn with the rest of the party. She patiently awaited further instruction as she was ushered into a large room intended as a cafeteria of sorts.
The food was...scant to say the least. Granted, the entire table was almost consumed by the assorted dishes, but eating it all would only be equivalent to a light meal. Her stomach grumbled as she nervously watched the other patrons pile on plates of food, her hands trembling as she noticed how little they ate, in her eyes. To satiate her appetite, she grabbed an entire turkey, almost inhaling it with how quickly she digested the meal. Vera reached over the table to nab more food, voraciously chowing it down like a crazed animal. There was not a care in the world what everyone else thought, albeit her appetite was a common trait in her people.
Her assault on the contents on the dinner table were interrupted by Freyja's establishment of her motivations, a lump in her throat forming as she had to do the thing she hated most in that moment.
Introducing herself.
The activity felt incredibly arbitrary, but an order was an order. She cleared her throat, focusing her stony gaze on the party, not taking into account the flecks of sauce and meat on her face.
"Vera. 3233 years old. Wyvern Draconid living under Mt. Aldris. Wind Lodestone; it helps with flying. I am here for the gold and the lodestone."
There was no need to elaborate: the stereotypes on her people were enough to show her true intentions. She layed back on her chair quietly, absentmindedly munching on a large chunk of deer.
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Jan 3, 2016 20:53:23 GMT -6
'Let me remind you all of my name. I, Spica Tremille am here on behalf on the Witches' Society orders. We plan to use the monetary reward to fund our research on lodestones. Which brings me to speak of my own; I possess two lodestones, Crystal and Glass. I alternate between the two where I best see fit. I manipulate crystals to take many forms and can cast barries and illusions.' She straighted out a poking hair before continuing. 'I will also clarify what purpose the Society serves and Witches themselves. Witches are beings naturally gifted to be driven to the forces that lodestones posess. We are not exactly human, yet we appear alike. Witches are reared from an early age to be proficient in the art and this draws many to the Society which acts as the centre for those all over the land. I, myself trained under the care by the strongest witches in their compartments and soon was declared to be the best at my game. To many I am a step below the leaders themselves.' She waved her finger from side to side, now well into her drabble. 'I want you all to know that I do not appreciate those who intend to be of no use in battle. If we are to work together, then I expect much from you. Also, now that I've gone into some detail about my origin, I do not wish to provide further information. Simple facts are tolerable, however.' She tapped her fork on the plate. 'Now will someone hand me a slice of that pie?' She pointed towards the food in question, too far for her to reach. Freyja lifted a pie from the table and glared at the girl. "You don't decide who here is better fitted for battle." She then threw the pie against the wall. "I do." She sat down once more, jamming her knife into her food. "You are the weakest members of this group, you little twat." Freyja tore into her meat once more, now irritated at the girl. "As evident of our little sparing match earlier. Although, you all have work that needs to be done. Which, like I said, is why I'm here." Freyja realized he hadn't told the group her power, so she swallowed the food she had been chewing on and spoke again. "I have an Earth Lodestone, but I try to use it as little as possible. I'd much rather bash people's heads in with my fists." She made sure to look at Spica when saying this. Seemed the bratty witch learned nothing from Freyja's previous words. "Please, continue the introductions." |
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Post by hotpocketguru on Jan 3, 2016 20:56:23 GMT -6
'I'm Myrri Lakoin. I use a poison lodestone to cause hallucinations, drain mana, and briefly paralyze opponents. I am interested in different lodestones and their abilities, having little experience with any except my own. The stone fits into my blaster.' Myrri explained as she shoveled food onto her plate. She finished and signaled that she was done by shoving her face full. After she had swallowed, she quietly added, ' I also am interested in the different species that are gathered here and look forward to meeting you all.'
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Post by ChibiGissy on Jan 3, 2016 21:24:04 GMT -6
Monaiya ate some of the food there. She would be greatful for other type of food but this is really nice. It seems that everyone is introducing themselves. Seems that she was next.
Monaiya stood up and salutes.
"I am Monaiya Hokania! I am a windstone- I'm mean, Wind Lodestone user, where I can control the wind. I'm looking for the Heavens Spire to prove the jerkwads dating my parents wrong that I'm not some sort of idiot with the lodestone! Well, I'm an idiot in other areas but that's a story for another time!"
Monaiya took a deep breath from talking to much.
"Sorry, I know I talk to much"
She chuckled.
"Anyways, I know there are some things I need to improve it. Which is why I joined up."
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Post by titee on Jan 3, 2016 22:02:29 GMT -6
Myrri heard a quiet, chipper voice behind her and turned to see who spoke. Standing next to them was a being that appeared to be made out of rock and light. 'Oh, hi there. I'm Myrri, who would you be?' She asked, hiding her surprise at the newcomer's appearance. Sparrow gave an internal sigh of relief as it appeared that Myrri could see as most people could. "I am Sparrow, a Glimmer," he said with a quick, polite nod. On the way back into town, Sparrow came across a merchant selling various antiques, one of which a ticking pocket watch. The Glimmer took immediate fascination towards it, for it seemed to make constant, rhythmic sound. However, the Glimmer had just one problem; he had no money to buy the watch with. Desperate, Sparrow dug through his pouch before coming across the shiny stone he had picked up before he left the Glimmer Void and presented it to the merchant, asking him if it was of any value. The merchant responded by telling Sparrow he had a chunk of ametrine and seemed more than happy to trade the Glimmer for the watch. Sparrow was sad to say goodbye to his friend, but the watch was needed. He hung the pocket watch around his neck and hoped his shiny stone would fine a nice new owner, not knowing he was completely ripped off. He hurried to catch up to the rest of his guild mates, scurrying along into the inn with them and then plopping down at the feast table despite the fact he himself could not eat. Sparrow watched curiously as the other members began digging into the meal set before them and speaking about themselves, occasionally tilting his head to the side or blinking but other wise remaining perfectly still. By now Sparrow had listened to Freyja and several of his teammates tell their stories, he had a good grip of what he was supposed to do. "My name is Sparrow, I am a Glimmer, we do-" he paused, questioning if the explanation he had been using these past few months had been satisfactory. Perhaps he should gave something a bit more detailed... "We are born from people who do bad things and it is our jobs to correct what they did... Some people have told me that because of that we are bad but I do not feel that way."  Sparrow's usually smiling face shifted into a sullen frown. "I will do my best to be helpful."
The glimmer was then quiet for a moment, before realizing he did not finish with his introduction. "I am three months old, I joined so that I could get another lodestone and help people. I use a glass lodestone to make walls and protect people."
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Post by schribbit on Jan 3, 2016 22:15:07 GMT -6
Pumilus could barely see the contents of the table due to the height of it being designed too tall for a munchkin of his average size. He wasn't short, the table was just too tall. Having no other choice, he took a seat at the table, folding his legs under himself to have easier access. To the food he wasn't going to eat. He stared at all the contents of the table. Everyone was stuffing their faces. It was a bit unsightly. He looked around at the food to see if he could find something interesting, and found a bowl of assorted nuts. Their shape pleased him, and without much thought he took a small bag out of his purse. It was normally for coins, but Pumilus was very broke, so it was empty. He then shoveled a few handfuls of peanuts into the bag and put it away for further inspection later. He soon realized it was once again introduction time. Uldrix seemed to introduce himself respectfully. Rory talked a lot about herself. Robin seemed to have embarrassed themselves when it was their turn, Spica was no different than usual, and Vera, Monaiya and Myrri were some he hadn't met yet. Sparrow's introduction consisted of information he mostly already knew, but he made a point to pay attention to that particular speech. When he was finished, Pumilus blinked slowly, took off his helmet for politeness, and spoke. "My name is Pumilus Lutorum. I am a hydraulic robot designed by munchkins. I use a water lodestone at all times in order to function. I come from a farming village where all life is valued. My purpose on this quest is to gain the funds to repay those who built me, for I am programmed to be in debt to them." He did not sound as if he held any distaste for those who built him. If he talked more about it, it might seem it was quite the opposite, but he found no reason to elaborate. His speech was as dry as usual, his monotone voice not ringing too loudly or softly, nor too high or low. Completely average. He was done talking, and done looking at food. His body went still and he numbly stared straight across the table at the one called Rory, not making a move to tilt his head to make it look like he wasn't doing so. It might be intimidating if his face looked anything but bored. (And if he were a taller being, but we don't talk about that.)  |
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Post by Emily on Jan 3, 2016 22:31:31 GMT -6
Kyanalurin followed the rest of the group silently.
She decided not to speak with anyone unless called on, as the avenaudi and seemingly Robin had turned against her.
And boy, was she not happy with that.
Well, that's what she gets for joining a search party like this...these sorts of groups were not her type of place to be.
God only knows how things were being handled back home.
The girl shuffled some food onto her plate, and sat a little bit away from everybody else, but close enough to them for her presence to be acknowledged.
"Heyo, all! I'm here now! Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit's Kyana~!" she said, ignoring all the chaos and sentimental explanation of one's species.
She didn't feel like being ignored, despite how it would be smart to stay away from interaction.
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Post by Evan on Jan 3, 2016 23:08:42 GMT -6
A look of sheer disappointment crossed Alanis' face as she observed both the meal and the tavern its self. If Freyja thought this place was up to her standards, she was sorely mistaken. Alanis picked through some of the sides, constructing the best plate she could from the unimpressive buffet. As the others began to speak, the noblewoman prodded tiny forkfuls of food into her mouth, eating slowly and neatly as would be expected from any high class person.
"Hmph." she muttered, dabbing at her mouth with a napkin. She had decided that it was her turn, having heard little that interested her. "My name is Alanis Vincent - heiress to the great Vincent house." she said in a way to suggest that everyone should have (though most of them probably should have) recognized the family name.
"I got sent out here to uhh..." she looked around nervously "Uh... t-to I was supposed to um...!" she paused "...find the treasure for um... the honor of the Vincents!" she lied. Surely no one could see through her expert ruse.
The next part was easier. Alanis seemed to relax as she began speaking again "I use this blood lodestone to cut things." she said with a confident smile.
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Post by zenguardian on Jan 3, 2016 23:17:18 GMT -6
Name: Gear Age: 13 Personality: Kind, meek, easily manipulated, sharing, gullible Fighting Capabilities: N/A Backstory: Gear belongs to a species of unicorn people, simply referred to as the Unis. His species has one of the highest mana reserves on Shakwen, possibly even all of Nyros. Their horns allow them to draw in the life energy of all nearby sources and convert them in to mana. Depending on the size of their horn, a single Unis can have enough mana to power an entire town. The Unis are quickly becoming a rare species, as they are often worked to the bone. Gear and his parents escaped into the Outskirts in the hopes of avoiding such a cruel fate. Unfortunately, the world outside of the wall was much more ruthless than they had anticipated. Gear lost his horn to the horrors beyond the walls. Even then, he still harbors a ton of mana that he has no use for. In order to save his parents, who were trapped by the uncontrollable lodestone growth, Gear made a deal with a certain man in exchange for the protection of his parents. His reasons for partaking in the search party are unclear, as he doesn't care about the money or lodestones. In fact, he hates lodestones. He just wants to save his parents. Additional Info: Gear has no lodestone and can't fight at all. The most he can do is use the magic of the Unis to share his mana with others. He can no longer generate mana since he no longer has a horn. If he runs out of mana, he will die. He's 5'3". Physical Appearance: ((lost my tablet pen so I can't draw any quality digital art. Also, I haven't decided on exact colors yet. Buttttt here's a sketch I did on paper: Click this))
"Why won't they answer me?" A boy said, on the verge of tears. This was the 7th person he'd asked for directions since arriving in this town, and it was also the 7th time he'd been flat out ignored. He bit his lower lip in frustration. "If I don't... if I don't find her, I-I'll never... see my parents again!" His words were broken up by sobs, his eyes stinging. He wiped at them with his tattered cloak. Just as he lowered his hands back down, he saw a big, strong-looking woman enter an expensive inn. Find the woman with robotic arms and green hair. Her name is Freyja. That is what he was told. The boy's eyes widened in surprise. He stood there, in the middle of a bustling crowd of people, all averting their gazes as they saw what a mess the boy was. He was covered in dirt and crusted blood. For all they knew, he was probably a thief that was caught stealing from the wrong person. The boy held a hand to the side where he'd been gashed by lodestone growth on his way through the Outskirts a couple days ago. If it didn't get treated soon, there's no telling what could happen to him. In the worst scenario, it could lead to him dying. Then he'd never see his parents again. So the boy trudged on, reaching the inn and walking inside. There, he saw a variety of different people all seated at a long dining table, but only one person really mattered to him right now. "F-finally... I've finally found you. Please help... me, Miss Frejya..." he said before collapsing onto the floor.
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Jan 3, 2016 23:27:58 GMT -6
"Why won't they answer me?" A boy said, on the verge of tears. This was the 7th person he'd asked for directions since arriving in this town, and it was also the 7th time he'd been flat out ignored. He bit his lower lip in frustration. "If I don't... if I don't find her, I-I'll never... see my parents again!" His words were broken up by sobs, his eyes stinging. He wiped at them with his tattered cloak. Just as he lowered his hands back down, he saw a big, strong-looking woman enter an expensive inn. Find the woman with robotic arms and green hair. Her name is Freyja. That is what he was told. The boy's eyes widened in surprise. He stood there, in the middle of a bustling crowd of people, all averting their gazes as they saw what a mess the boy was. He was covered in dirt and crusted blood. For all they knew, he was probably a thief that was caught stealing from the wrong person. The boy held a hand to the side where he'd been gashed by lodestone growth on his way through the Outskirts a couple days ago. If it didn't get treated soon, there's no telling what could happen to him. In the worst scenario, it could lead to him dying. Then he'd never see his parents again. So the boy trudged on, reaching the inn and walking inside. There, he saw a variety of different people all seated at a long dining table, but only one person really mattered to him right now. "F-finally... I've finally found you. Please help... me, Miss Frejya..." he said before collapsing onto the floor. Freyja was still irritated at Spica when this boy walked up to her. ANOTHER child. Although, it didn't matter that they were a kid, they were injured. Freyja was caught off guard by the child collapsing. Freyja jumped out of the chair to catch the boy before he hit the floor. "oh fuck..." Freyja looked around the room, plenty of civilians here alongside the large group. "IS ANYONE HERE A MEDIC? WE NEED A MEDIC!!" She shouted |
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Jan 4, 2016 0:27:48 GMT -6
Just as the cruel sunset was hidden away from Murm's sight he was presented something new. He looked down at the banquet in dismay, a sight he had gone without seeing for most of his life. Others around him sat down, partaking of the feast. Now that introductions were to be given there was no way he could easily excuse himself. Letting out a breath the healer leaned his back against a wall and watched silently as the others gave their introductions, his cold, empty eyes almost staring through each one of them. These were the people who would be fighting for him. Of course he would have to lend them his aid in return. Soon enough the man lifted himself from the wall and tapped his heel on the ground a few times looking around. Just as his interest had begun to wane, between the uselessly lengthy introductions and pointless conflict, an injured boy stumbled in making his way to what would be the party's leader. Freyja was still irritated at Spica when this boy walked up to her. ANOTHER child. Although, it didn't matter that they were a kid, they were injured. Freyja was caught off guard by the child collapsing. Freyja jumped out of the chair to catch the boy before he hit the floor. "oh fuck..." Freyja looked around the room, plenty of civilians here alongside the large group. "IS ANYONE HERE A MEDIC? WE NEED A MEDIC!!" She shouted Before the words even left her mouth Murm sped towards Freya and the injured boy. Setting himself to work he began looking over the the boy's body. One thing stood out to him. The massive wound in the boy's side. "Remain calm, please." His voice was low and somewhat quiet as it rolled out of his mouth. "May I request, leader Freyja, that you set the boy down so that I may get a proper look about him?" Staring on at Freyja, Murm's eyes held genuine concern though his face hardened. Getting a better look at the damage would be beneficial, and having this extra body out of his work space certainly wouldn't hurt. |
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Post by schribbit on Jan 4, 2016 2:21:51 GMT -6
Before the words even left her mouth Murm sped towards Freya and the injured boy. Setting himself to work he began looking over the the boy's body. One thing stood out to him. The massive wound in the boy's side. "Remain calm, please." His voice was low and somewhat quiet as it rolled out of his mouth. "May I request, leader Freyja, that you set the boy down so that I may get a proper look about him?" Staring on at Freyja, Murm's eyes held genuine concern though his face hardened. Getting a better look at the damage would be beneficial, and having this extra body out of his work space certainly wouldn't hurt. Pumilus's attention was drawn to the commotion and he broke his stare. Someone was injured, and that was definitely not good. The healer had made his way over to the injured being very quickly, however, and sated Pumilus's worries. He looked so dedicated to his work. Pumilus had very high thoughts on him, especially seeing his response time in action. Pumilus hummed a slight sigh, which could be perceived as relief, and turned his head straight forward once again. His face had not changed expression to reveal any thoughts, and his mind remained on the healer. Murm knew what he was doing. He was a trained healer and would probably not need help, though if he did Pumilus was sure Freyja would provide it, being that she was right next to him. Pumilus would likely not be of much use. He continued to sit in silence and waited for the fuss to be over so introductions could continue. |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Jan 4, 2016 2:36:24 GMT -6
Before the words even left her mouth Murm sped towards Freya and the injured boy. Setting himself to work he began looking over the the boy's body. One thing stood out to him. The massive wound in the boy's side. "Remain calm, please." His voice was low and somewhat quiet as it rolled out of his mouth. "May I request, leader Freyja, that you set the boy down so that I may get a proper look about him?" Staring on at Freyja, Murm's eyes held genuine concern though his face hardened. Getting a better look at the damage would be beneficial, and having this extra body out of his work space certainly wouldn't hurt. Freyja set the boy down, letting Murm take the reigns. |
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