The Wastelands

[Noosie]

Back when she was a teen, Ing hadn't given much thought to the mundanities of being an adventurer. She'd dreamed of defending innocents and fighting alongside other Holy Warriors to push back the darkness of the Unnamed one. That hadn't worked out, but during her training missions she'd still been able to spend her time talking amiably with her fellow trainee and their tutor. It had been her assumption that most time on the road would be like that, if she joined up with one of the merc groups and avoided her un-fallen brethren. As it turned out, being hired muscle for merchants was less glamorous than that. Without trained and trustworthy allies, adventuring into the wilds was a terrible idea.

So instead, Ing has the pleasure of being surrounded by people that share nothing in common with her, hearing them indulge in pleasures that, despite her disgraced status, she has sworn not to be a part of. And that had only gotten worse when she arrived in the wastelands. Not only were the local fauna deadly, they could also leave you with certain... burdens, if you weren't able to fend them off. People seemed to be victims of the pervasive lust as well, at times. Much to Ing's displeasure.

The once-Holy Warrior prepares herself for another in a very long line of sleepless nights. Her bed creaks under the additional weight of her armor, and her sword is in easy reach. Being in town hadn't soothed the warrior's nerves by much.

[That_One_Guy]

Garian listened to Elenwe as he started to get a fire going, survival was one of the things he learned during his adventures and a fire was the easiest thing, as well as the first thing, he had to learn. When she finished talking, he looked up and smiled at her, "I'll help you, miss, I am a light sleeper and can wake up at a moments notice if ya just call for me." He told her, sitting by his newly made campfire, "Or do you need someone to stay up and take watch with you?" He asked her.

[Phoenixcz]

Elenwe shakes her head. "I can keep watch myself, but I won't see anything unliving when my magic works...it complicates more mundane tasks, I won't see where the fireplace is, if there isn't stone or someone's equipment in my way, that sort of things....selective blindness."

[Urhr93]

The journey proceeds quite smoothly, almost too smoothly, as nothing and no one gets in their way. Hours seems to pass but all still seems to be calm, until the wolf growls.
Startled at his reaction Ruby stops to look around, trying to see what got her companion attention and soon she understands.

Not far she spots three green figures.. or is it four? Yes, there seems to be four peoples not far, and only one of those is human. Apparently a warrior, he seems to have succumbed under the might of the three orcs, and now he faces the consequences.
The situation doesn't seems good, and even if she's been taught to help those in need, Ruby right now is not particularly willing to help, and the reason seems obvious. First of all, she's outnumbered. Even with the wolf to help her, the animal is not exactly in good health, or so it seems, and the orcs fighting power is usually higher than average. The surprise factor might help them, but if the combat draws out then the victory would be out of reach.
On the other hand, as their fight seems to have already ended, once they begins to move it's not impossible for them to notice some of her tracks, and if it comes to that... well, the situation could only become worse and worse.
At least now, if she fights, with the surprise factor they would be unprepared and killing one or two shouldn't be too hard, and maybe the young man could help too. And even if he becomes an hostage, she doesn't have to worry as it's not like his life has much meaning to her. Helping him is good and all, playing the good samaritan is nice, but it's not worth betting her life on it, so if she manages to help him it's all ok, but if he dies during the rescue it's not really a problem.

Petting the wolf on his head, Ruby makes some gesture, trying to explain to him what to do. Her "plan" seems to be as follow: she will kill while unnoticed from behind one of the orcs (not the one with the blade near the man's neck), and while the other two turn around, startled and trying to understand what's happening, the wolf will attack the other one (like before, not the one doing the threat), maybe spraying some of his ice on them to further slow their movements.
At least her swift killing should go smoothly, and if the wolf does a good job then the other one too will die or at least be hurt enough to not represent a big threat, and the only dangerous one would be the one crouched over the man, but his position should be quite inconvenient to attack, giving the girl and wolf time to finish him. If the young man understand what's happening and helps, then all would go even better.

Once the rough and simple gestured explanation is done, without waiting the girl will draw the upper kodachi, the one with the guard (not the hidden one), and sneaking around will try to go as near as possible to her target without being noticed, before plunging her blade in the neck of the orc from behind, hoping to kill him in one strike and hoping that the wolf will then follow her instruction, jumping on the other orc (not the one with the blade at the man's neck) or even better icing the two orcs before jumping on the his "target"

[[Brand_Name]]

Kylie couldn't help but shiver every time the red eyes stared back at her. She felt sure they were of the same species as the beast outside the sailor's house. When she finally arrived in town, a wave of relief flooded through her.

Utilizing the cover of the night along with her innate talents in sneaking, Kylie gave the town a quick run-through to identify the most ideal shop to hit. She sorted through the stores using the following criteria: value of goods inside, ease of access, and proximity of guards. Surely, she thought, there'd be one or two shops that held valuable items that would be relatively easy for her to steal. Once she'd found her target, Kylie planned to break in using her lockpicks, unless there was an easier way in.

[That_One_Guy]

Garian thought for a moment and then smiled, "Well, we can't have you fall into the fire if something comes at us, so I'll sit or lay down by the fire itself so that, if you see me, then the fire will be right there." He said, taking off his sword and putting it beside him, "How about that?" He asked her, already getting comfortable by the flames.

[berserkerhorn]

Marjory looks at the fire and remembers the creatures were usually afraid of these things. She makes a makeshift torch with the remainder of the dead tentacle beast. Fresh corpse should burn for a while. She uses a hard twig and sticks it into the flesh of a dead tendril and holds it to the fire. She watches as the fire slowly takes ahold of the tentacle and she waves it over to Elenwe as soon as it began to ignite. She takes Elenwe's hand and wraps her fingers around the makeshift tentacle torch. She lets it dangle right above the place where the blue slime was. The heat radiating from the torch could cause a warm feeling in anyone.

[daxtinator396]

Amber walked on quietly after him as she spent her time absorbing and thinking on what she had heard. She still didnt know how she got there but she was sure with some rest and maybe some eats she could remember. For now she would follow her new mage... friend? Time would figure that out. She felt something watchimg her... it unnerved her. Especially given how she had just woken maybe something was trying to finish the job? She decided to ingnore it and as.it made no move to attack her she was good. She gave the appropraite teasing remarks to the gaurds as.the fondled her in the name of the "town's security". She knew better but was enjoyed seeing them squirm as she called them out and went on her way. She laughed as they entered the room amd saw her new friend climb in,"And I am expected to sleep with a stranger now? Awful forward.... but you have been a good boy so far." She repled as she crawled in behind him and scooching him to the side for more room and daring him to push back as she drifted off to sleep plagued with dreams. It was not a restful sleep and she moved about jostling Darius a few times.

[Reaver]

"Says the chick who likes getting felt up by guards! I'm starting to think that you might be a bad influence on me. I'm trying to maintain my purity for a few days so excuse me if I don't try anything funny."
After several disturbing dreams, Darius stopped trying to sleep, staring at the ceiling instead. He was unable to banish the haunting eyes from his mind although he wasn't completely sure if they were from the eyestalks or not.. He gave a quiet groan of distress before placing Krafla on the bed next to Amber. "Watch my bird. I'm just going to take a walk to clear my thoughts." He slipped out of bed, taking his staff on the way out. Since he never knew when trouble could strike in this land it would make sense to practice always being on your guard.

The cool air did little to set his mind at ease as he wandered through the town. Darius had felt so confused since coming to these lands. Most people here would kill him on sight if they ever learned of his partial allegiance to Irilian yet he stayed here instead of seeking a different refuge. He still felt the tugging of Myn and part of him feared closing that chapter of his life, but everytime he obeyed one god, he was basically disobeying the other. He would have prayed for divine intervention a long time ago but he wasn't sure if he would like the answer given to him. "Religion is such a clusterfuck." Darius muttered as he looked around at his surroundings to take his mind off of things.

[Shura]

Shura was not terribly thrilled by Majory’s attempts to alter their wardrobe, but he let it slide due to her recent traumatic experience. He did not want to postpone her recovery, and by extension, the overall progression of their collective adventure by making a big deal of her fashion faux pas. Majory was definitely trouble though, of that he could be sure.

With little difficulty, the quartet of adventurers managed to set up camp. Even if it didn’t seem like it, the day had been long and exhausting, and they could all probably do with a night’s rest. They weren’t exactly in the most hospitable, or scenic of locations, but it seemed safe enough for the time being. Hopefully, they would be able to get some semblance of sleep.

Thanks to the fire, Shura was able to free himself of his clingy little friend. Unbeknownst to him, the blue slime was one of the friendlier things that one would encounter in the feywilds. Now rid of the slime attached to his leg, Shura relaxed a little bit. Dusting himself free of any dried plant ichor, Shura laid out his bedroll and prepared to settle in for the night. “Wake me up if you need me.”

(OOC: Not a well constructed post, but just something to keep me in the game.)

[LoneWolf]

Alaric shakes his head at Kylie's silent invitation. If the Elf still wants to go back into town, that's up to her, but he doesn't see much point to it. There's not really much he wants to do in town at midnight, so the most likely significant result would be getting into a fight on the way. He did come here to kill monsters, true, but it sounds like a fair number of them prefer to hunt at night... and fighting on your opponent's terms is bad strategy. He prefers not to do that without a good reason.

Instead, he follows the sailor inside. He looks round as the house begins to shake, shoulders tensing, then relaxes as he sees that the sailor and his daughters are obviously used to this. It seems the shack is sturdier than it looks at first glance - on a metaphysical level, at least. The threshold of an established home can have a surprising amount of power: 'a man's home is his castle', after all. And - Alaric glances at their host for a moment - he's starting to suspect that this man's castle would be stronger than some. With that thought, he lays out his bedroll in a corner of the room and begins to take off his armour. Once he's ready, he slips his belt knife under the rolled cloak he is using as a pillow, then lies down to get some rest.

[Nobudi]

Roxanne shook her head as she popped open one of the tea packs and chewed the leaves raw, then swallowing the pulped leaves.
She'd have to really be careful here in the meantime.
With Boron on the table near her bed, she bid him Goodnight before throwing her sheets over her and closing her eyes.

[Grape_Drink]

((Not my best work, apologies. I'll get a map up at some point. If I forgot anyone, yell at me!))

Yellow is Ruby, White is Ingvildr, Pink is 'Nel/Dana, Green is Rayle/Roxanne/Elspeth, Orange is Darius/Amber, Red is Triana/Alaric, Brown is Kylie, Blue is Marjory/Elenwe/Shura, Purple is Garian.

Ingvildr

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Despite the lodging, you can't seem to will yourself to sleep as you listen. Various peddlers call out into the evening. Prostitutes and peddlers call out among the streets below, offering various goods and services, even the occasional slave trader can be heard. The occasional tell-tale sound of an arquebus firing, bottle shattering, or sword thunking against hopefully wood sounds out, typically followed by a short silence and then laughter once more.

Eventually, the voices die down. Peace seems to fall over the town if only for a few hours before the sun begins to rise in the distance... The telltale signs of Drubkirk's daytime life return to the land, a rooster's call, or a clergy member's chants all around. The city is two extremes... The city of sin at night, loud and rowdy, but orderly and calm during the daytime as if its darker aspects don't even exist.

Ruby

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((Wtf is with these dice))
GM Rolls; Combat (Ruby vs. Orc B)- 7 + 1(backstab) vs. 14 - 2(combat fatigue)
Reflex Saves (Orcs A, B, and C)- 8, 13, 3
Resist Grapple (Ruby Vs. Orc B)- 9 - 1(feet frozen) vs 19 - 2(combat fatigue) - 4(grapple)
Fortitude (Ruby)- 16
Combat (Wolf Vs. Orc C)- 20 vs. 3 - 2(combat fatigue) - 1(frozen feet)

With a plan in mind, you go to execute it, sneaking up on the orc. You note the heavy smell of dirt and sweat, and the slightest scent of mining black powder. Meanwhile, the man calls out.

"I... I submit! Please don't kill me!"

"Good. Get the Foshan back to home."

You raise the blade, swiftly bringing it down as the orc goes to walk towards the slave, your blade missing his neck and embedding itself into his back past his hide-based armor with a loud squishy sound and a painful noise from the orc. Your wolf companion lets out a wintry howl as he spews frost onto the orcs as the one your sword is embedded into grabs hold of your wrist.

Suddenly, the world feels weightless as you feel the momentum of everything kick in, your body being flung in an arc as your feet suddenly feel almost painfully cold. It seems the orc used you as a human shield from the frost as he wraps you into a choke hold utilizing his elbows. It's painfully, and you panic as you feel your air passage constrict, but you're still capable of breathing. You watch as the adventurer seems to have no desire to help, abandoning his nearby axe and the frozen orc over him as he runs away like true coward.

Your frost wolf companion wraps his jaw around one of the nearby orcs, biting deep, but being flung off by a powerful blow to his ribs. The canine topples, regaining his balance, his work complete as the soon-to-be-dead orc begins bleeding profusely from his neck. Still recovering from the powerful blow, the wolf growls at the orc keeping hold of you. Said Orc whispers into your ear, his voice clear and to the point if not very gruff and liquidy, a seething pain to it from the blade embedded into his back.

"Submit. or. die." It's all he says before growling back at the wolf. On a slightly less important note, you suddenly feel very queasy...

Amber

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GM Roll; Sleep- 8

As plagued as your sleep is, you eventually find yourself drifting into calmer sleep as Darius says something about birds and walking. It doesn't matter in your sleepy state as peaceful slumber finally meets you.

Curiosity gets the better of you though after several minutes, and you groggily decide to follow the mage at a distance. ((See Darius' GM post))

Darius

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GM Roll; Circumstance- 18

Your mind wanders as you note the statue of Rastan at the center of town seems to cause the fountain around it to shimmer in the starlight, casting beautiful wave-like patterns across the statue. The whole town seems to be at rest as you circle around it. It's rather peaceful, quiet, but you feel on edge as you explore. You find yourself wandering into the residential part of town. Wandering through, you find the ground underneath you has grown from cobblestone to gentle earth. The air around you feels thick as you find yourself in the town cemetery... Unlike the one out in the forest, this one feels at peace, as if a reverent force watches over it. At the center lies a willow tree, and a figure standing next to it. You approach them only to find that what you thought to be a she is in fact an it, a wrought iron statue.



The statue has been expertly crafted, even the lightest chains on it have as much detail as one would expect from a master sword smith in their life's work. It appears to be a statue of one of the twins, her form modestly covered as she holds a hand over her chest, a stoic expression on her features. The statue seems so formidable, old, and intimidating, and yet it feels gentle, fragile, as if the lightest touch could cause it to shatter as it rests its head against the tree trunk. Its base stone has long since been destroyed, but the tree roots seem to naturally curve around its feet to keep the statue upright. One would think the statue is of Cara at first... Myn's statues are never modest, typically featuring her with her arms outstretched or with a lantern or bow in hand, confident of her body with a smirk, her hair wild and form free of clothing. The amulet around her neck is most definitely that of Myn though as you feel a compulsion to pay your respects. Reverently lowering your head, you take in a deep breath.

The world seems to fade around you as you remain like this, perhaps saying a prayer, perhaps silently. You aren't sure if minutes have passed or perhaps hours as you feel your worries begin to shed from your form, the corruption in the very air seeming to lessen with each breath as you feel at one with yourself. The feeling is not unlike that of the cathedral private prayer chambers in the largest cities of the mainlands.

You only barely begin to regain your composure when a bright light seems to shine directly in front of you. Looking up, you find yourself face to face with not the statue, but a floating figure only barely visible through the bright light. Fairies lightly drift around the cemetery as you note this being's lack of clothing, and feathery wings extending from her back. A gentle smile across her face and Myn's symbol, no, her symbol seemingly marked on her chest, beautiful green eyes staring into your own, an off color that reminds you of lush pines. She seems only partially corporeal, as if she weren't fully there.

Kylie

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GM Roll; Lockpick- 11 + 3 = 14

You scope out the area, noting the limited number of shops. Most of them are near the town gates- A weapon shop here, a bait and tackle there... Five or six shops down the line, you note what appears to be a general store. It's one of the few shops with a window on it, and you note a number of expensive looking items inside. There seems to be everything from cheap knick-knacks to fancy potions and even the occasional weapon laying about. Also, notably, a number of dried monster parts are in an assortment of jars on one of the shelves- Butterfly eyes, hornet stingers, troll fat, and more. The lock comes undone with some difficulty as you gently creak the door open. It seems this is the officially endorsed mercenary guild supply shop judging by a sign inside, which leaves you with a strange feeling considering such an important shop should have a guard or something.

Alaric/Trianna

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Your sleep is rather peaceful, surprisingly. You feel as if the idols placed about the house are looking over you as you find your dreams calm and mellow. It was probably best to get a good night's rest anyways. You wake to the smell of potatoes being grilled on a small rack the sailor has put over the fireplace, and the two girls roughhousing about as they accidentally fall off the bed on top of Alaric. They look at each other, covering their mouths in shock before letting out silent... You assume them to be giggles as they run about. Small birds chirp outside, and one of the shutters has been opened letting in some sunlight and a fine morning breeze.

Roxanne

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GM Roll; Sleep- Natural 1 + 2 (tea) = Critical Failure

The tea leaves are extremely bitter, though you manage to gag them down without steeping them. You feel more relaxed, but insomnia plagues you worse than usual that evening as you shift about, unable to sleep. Eventually you do get a little rest, but it's broken by the sounds of patrons waking up in the early morning.

Garian/Shura/Marjory/Elenwe (Mana: Very Low)

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GM Roll; Elenwe (sleep)- 6

The night goes well enough as the heat of the fire drives away the slime monsters with surprisingly quick speed given the general slowness with which they approached you.

Elenwe: You have to time the usage of your spell as best you can, and each time you use it, you note the various fairies and sprites that roam this section of forest. Most look rather... Downtrodden, though your attempts ate communication prove futile. You don't note any creatures besides the feywild spirits in the vicinity. Well, you did see a few lizard-shaped creatures that you assumed were kobolds heading down the road, but if they did see your fire, they paid it no heed, seeming to have their own agenda. It keeps you on edge for a while, but a few hours later they begin to make their way back up the hill with a dying boar behind them. They were likely just hunting. Eventually, despite your best efforts, sleep does claim you...

When the three of you wake up, you find that Garian is missing...

Garian

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You slowly begin to wake up to the warmth of the fire as- Hold on, the fire wasn't that bright when you went to sleep...

Opening your eyes, you find yourself in some sort of cage as the morning sun begins to rise. The cage is made out of crude wood that you're relatively sure even a boot could snap, but the Kobolds gathered around the nearby bonfire don't seem to notice you're awake as you take note that your weapons are in a pile a little ways away... Suddenly, a Kobold wearing a helmet far too big for his little lizard head and a fancy purple cape speaks up.

"Yip! Stop eating that! Pay attention! Gah! Stop Gib from peeing in lake one of yous! Pay attention! Goblins in cave, captured master's amulet while dumb dumbs weren't paying attention! Yip! Get back to master and he won't roast with rosemary! Well... That's what he said. Don't believe master, but would rather not be roast. Will use human as trap finder!"

The Kobolds seem to be preparing for battle. You note the cave they're referring to seems to be an ancient ruin of some sort, the entrance is made of fine marble but something seems... Off about it. You take note that there's only fourteen of them. Enough that in a straight up fight you'd probably sustain some pretty bad injuries, but they're kobolds, so in smaller groups or individually they'd be easy prey...

Anyone who didn't get mentioned

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The morning sun begins to rise in the distance...

[Nobudi]

OOC

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-Checks Darius' post-
Morrigan- Chan <3

Roxanne got little sleep, and her mouth still had the bitterness of the raw tea.
Grabbing her waterskin, she downed a quaff of water to try and rid the taste from her mouth.
Opening the window, she let out Boron so he could get some sleep in the meantime.
Now, she tried to look for a job board, which should have some mentions of ruins.

[daxtinator396]

Amber paid the mage no mind as he left and she hogged the bed. It helped her sleep but still she could not rest and giving up she followed after him silently as was her habit. She followed him all the way to the cemetery keeping pace and taking notes on him. Myn... it didn't feel like him. But maybe she was wrong... or half right? He did say try again in a few days... so many secrets. She would find them. Now though.... she was struck by a most unnatural sight. He was being approached... by the spirit of the statue? Or was it a statue at all. Her curiousity begged to look closer but she hid instead. She wouldn't ruin this moment. And she could still lewrn from the shadows...

[Urhr93]

While she's sneaking, the man apparently submits. Well, she doesn't mind, if not for the fact that this makes the orc she's targeting move just when her kodachi is going down. And so she misses her original aim, tough it hits him in his back, piercing him and sinking further, probably making a hole in his lungs. Well, while for a fighter it's a good hit, since she needs to kill in one hit (or at least do enough damage to render them incapable of fighting) that's not enough of a good hit. If the fight prolongs, then it would give her a big advantage, especially if she removes the weapon allowing for internal and external bleeding, but she has to last till then.
Her target seems to react fast enough to her presence as the wolf begins to spew out ice, and grabbing her wrist he brings the girl in front of the frost breath. Seeing it and getting hit by it are different things, and now that her legs are iced... well, she wished that she won't experience ever again such a situation.

Using her as a human shield, the orc takes advantage of the situation and puts her into a headlock, making her panic as her breathing capabilities decrease. But she's still conscious and able to breath, and can easly see as the man she was helping just flees. Well, it's not like she was doing this for him, so she doesn't really care, but if he helped it would have been good. Instead, the wolf does his homework, and even if he's hit, his target goes down without problem. A little grin pops up on her lips as she thinks "That's my wolf!", but she doesn't have time to enjoy his win since she has to deal with the one holding her. Luckily for her, the third orc was in a crouching position and so is completely frozen, so at least for a while she doesn't have to deal with him. She could have regretted a little (well, a lot more than a little) when he mated with her, but she has to admit that this wolf has earned his freedom as he has proven to be quite useful, and if it wasn't for him she isn't sure that she would have managed to escape the fort or that she could have a chance to escape from this situation. Yes, he has earned his freedom, but not the rights of her body, and even if she can't do anything about what already happen, the idea of doing it again is not contemplated.

She starts to feel a bit queasy, but thinks that it's probably because of the hold of the orc and doesn't give it much thought for now. The orc, exchanging glares with her wolf, tells her to submit or die, just as they had done before to the man, but he's unaware that Ruby still has some advantage here.
As said before, people thinks of her as a fighter since she brings along such a long katana. Well, with the wolf following her now they would probably think about a hunter, but either one is good for her since it hides her real self well.
The orc can't see what type of weapon is embed in his back, and probably can only guess that it's the weapon belonging to the empty scabbard behind the girl back. Considering that she seems to be either a fighter or a hunter, having lost her weapon and being in a grapple means that she's almost completely at his mercy, and so his mind will probably focus more on the wolf, which should be recognized as the only true danger here. After all, time is passing and he has a blade in his back, meaning that the more he lets time pass the more he nears his death, so his mind should be in a bit of a frenzy, and in this state, who would seems more dangerous? A little girl with no weapon under his headlock or a wolf that killed one of his companion and is capable of spewing ice?

Probably the second, and this should be even more true as the girl whisper a <I.... i sub.... i submit...> in a very low tone while making the most innocent and frightened face she can make (I.S.). Too bad that she's a liar, or at least she lies during her fights. Words are power, even in a fight if you know how to use them well.
While she is whispering that, the hand near the lower kodachi, the one without a guard and still disguised as the lower part of the scabbard, is slowly drawed and, as she's putting up that fake expression, the weapon is driven towards the arm holding her head. She could try for his neck again, but even if she hits, if he still has some strength in him he could try to snap her neck while dying, so better be safe that sorry and free herself, injuring him further.

The orc is tired from the previous fight, "heavily" injured by the hit of the girl and he probably has his guard lowered too, as he probably thinks of her as a lesser threat (if not no threat), so the hit will probably have success, but the girl hopes that while she makes her sneak attack, the wolf would finish the other orc.

[[Brand_Name]]

Kylie was no stranger to the art of thievery. A shop like this was certainly being guarded, especially in times like these. Before taking anything, she scouted the entire building to ensure there were no guards. To aid herself, she offered up a short prayer to Crux and cast the chameleon spell on herself. She considered using Morsule's Vision, but it would last too long to be practical. While she did the recon, she analyzed the goodies in the store. The highly-valued potions interested her the most because they had what she called a high "worth to weight ratio." The alchemical tools intrigued her as well, but she did not have much talent in that regard, so their only value to her was their worth in gold. As for the weapons, unless she could find something that suited herself then she wouldn't take anything.

But then, she remembered how kind the others had been to her. Surely Triana would appreciate a valuable alchemical ingredient, and she didn't have to know it was stolen. And, undoubtedly, Alaric would like another weapon to wield. She couldn't carry anything like a warhammer, so she looked for something she could carry but also that suited him- like a blunderbuss, for instance (OOC if those exist). If she came across any guards, she would use Porkchop to distract them from another angle and her stealth advantage to put them to sleep. Killing was unnecessary in this situation.

[Hazard1325]

Rayles dreams were plagued with nightmares, perhaps it had been the contact with the ancient demon, or maybe it was reading those pamphlets right before bed. Either way Rayle found herself struggling amongst a sea of tentacles. She fought to get away but her clothing was slowly peeled away one at a time. She cried out as the tentacles began to invade her using her body for their pleasure. She struggled against the rising pleasure building in her body. She was lifted up and her legs were spread making way for the largest of the tentacles which plunged into her. It didn't take long for it to finish making her stomach bulge with the sheer amount of seed it pumped into her womb. She felt herself climax and was suddenly aware she was free of the dream. She gasped panting in bed as the sun streaked in through the window hitting her face. She laid back down resting for a moment, the dream had felt so real... she realized her clothing was soaked through around her crotch. Turning a bit red she grabbed a spare change of clothes and shuffled under the covers replacing her dirty clothes. Once that was done she got her things together and went to head out of town and onto the path the vision had shown her.

[Reaver]

Darius wandered around the town with no purpose, trying to think of anything but his problems. The statue and fountain were certainly eye-catching but Darius enjoyed the silence more than anything. He was glad that he was alone in his contemplation since no one could even begin to comprehend the magnitude of his problems. As he walked into a different part of town his thoughts shifted to clearing out the tomb his raven had spotted. No doubt he would need a sword of his own for armed combat and a map for general navigation, both he could obtain before leaving town. If he needed any other supplies he could sell the moonstone since he wasn't really a potion maker to begin with. With a plan for the day, Darius felt confident and reassured in his survival that he could try to sleep again, his other problems could wait for another day.

He looked around confidently, ready to walk back to the guild dormitories but stopped once he realized he was in a cemetery. It reminded him of the one he had found in the woods except this one seemed at peace. Perhaps a divine being watched over this place of rest? Darius wasn't sure but the calming aura made him walk further in at his own will. It had been a while since he had felt this relaxed and he thought he saw someone to share the moment with, only to find out that the person was actually a statue. Of Myn....

Even though this statue had clothes that most of her statues didn't and seemed to be sheltering itself, something innate told Darius that is was her. He hesitated only for a second before falling to his knees in prayer, whispering all the wrong he had done and his partial allegiance to Irilin. After he ran out of confessions to make Darius just knelt there, soaking in the moment as his remorse fell off. The Archmage wasn't sure how long he spent in meditation in front of Myn's stony figure but after a while a soft light began to interrupt his trance. At first Darius assumed it was the sun rising but when he opened his eyes he saw it was emitting straight from the statue. He looked around in disbelief, only to be confronted by the appearance of a swarm of faeries floating around. He looked back at the statue only to find in its place an ethereal light with a distinguishable lack of clothes but adorned with angelic wings. The symbol emblazoned in her chest only forced him to face the reality that Myn had seen fit to finally answer all of his prayers. "Lady Myn! Even in these dark lands you don't abandon me. Forgive me for straying from your path. I only ever wanted your forgiveness and the power to bring your name to everyone. Allow me to continue to serve you in anyway you see fit" He looked up at her with reverence and zeal as fear and excitement crowded his mind. Even if he died this second, he would die knowing that Myn had acknowledged his existence.

[Noosie]

The Fallen lets out a long sigh as the sun shines through her window. Another night without real rest, hearing people do all the things she could or would not. She groans as she carefully extricates herself from the bedsheets, being very careful to avoid any of it catching on her armor. Then she preforms the equally arduous task of standing up from rest in chain-mail. If it hadn't protected her so well in the past, Ing would probably trade it in for some plain leather armor. Scooping up her pack in one hand and pulling on her sword-belt the warrior strides out through her door and down through the inn, sparing only an idle glance at its patrons. She pays if she needs to and goes out into the streets, heading towards the Mercenary HQ in the area, making sure to avoid any churches on her path.

No need to stir up trouble, no need to risk herself.