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The sound of horse feet thudding against the soft dirt ground awakens the people in the city of Doverum. The trade caravan is preparing to go out again. This time it is set on the route to Llucerqua. The path goes through the wild growths of the stone forest first. Setting out upon this new journey one has to ask themselves. “What Is out there? What is in these stone shadows?”

Fagsag:

Jinedria:

Guard’s headquarters (or bunker.) (Jennifer and Myu)

Ivan:
Garian and Aessith:

(Better get comfortable with each other while the caravan gets ready >:D)
James:
(Further away from the city.)

Jenny huffs a breath upwards in mild annoyance, causing a few of her hairs to brush aside. She's never been too fond of Grace, commander or otherwise; the woman's done more harm to common decency than any monster. At least the old commander knew that respect is something you need to earn, not just expect people to give you willy-nilly.

The "slow motherfucker" comment does touch a nerve though. As if to specifically prove the point, Jenny practically flies out of the door, and does her best to hide her twitching eye from the commander's sight. "Yeah yeah, I'm up, ma'am." She then looks over her shoulder to see how Myu's coming along, double-checking her equipment. Bellona strapped on her back, check...Luna Katti sheathed and available, check...water canteen, check...locket, check. Seems she's good to go.

Ginglias:
The people around her look at her strangely. They stayed away from her giving her strange looks. A girl looks at your gauntlets and taps your shoulders. "Excuse me? What type of gauntlets are those? and where did you get them? I want some of those..." she says
(sorry if it's bad

James rumbles quietly as he stirs in his sleep at the sound of human voices and his claws unsheathe and his black eyes open to find a most unusual scene. Two fairly pretty females tearing each other`s clothes off and looking ready to go at each other right on the floor of his cave. He didn`t know quite what to think of the scene but already his meaty length rose at the sight and he pounced on the couple tearing away the rest of their clothes.

Ginglias was used to this kind of treatment, being ignored was preferable to being a pariah. The sudden voice of the little girl suddenly grabs her attention. She smiles softly at her youthful curiosity. The gently clinking of metal can be heard as she points to her left gauntley. "This one... she is known as Saber. She is crafter out of sleek silver and enchanted with cool blue sapphire." She holds out her hand as she admires her own handiwork as well before moving on to the other gauntley. She continues explaining in her heavily accented voice, "This one, he is Brimstone. He is made out of sturdy bronze and has the fiery power of red ruby."

Garian looked down at the city from his perch, hands in his pocket, he let the sounds of the forest play on in his ears, enjoying the quiet solitude before the hunt. He stood at 6'7, tall and lean, tanned from the days in the sun, his sky-blue eyes always scanning the horizons for prey to feed on, but this day was a different day. Today he was going to stalk a bigger target, a Caravan filled with people, mostly women probably, but people none the less. He leaned back against a tree and looked at his Succubus friend, "So, Sith, when do you think the Caravan heads out?" He asked her nonchalantly, he positioned himself a bit better against the tree due to the fact that, underneath his coat, he had his sword sheathed on his back.

She continued to sit in the tree branch above Garian's head, beholding the scene of the walled city. The wind gently passed through the branches rustling the leaves in a cheery melody as she begun to identify the various elements of the city sky-line. Looking down to her demon-kin, she spoke, "This was your idea, I am just here for the ride to be honest. Though leave it to you to never think things through." she stated flatly from above. "If you let the blood flow to your brain instead of the head between your legs, maybe you would have figured out that they are getting ready as we speak".

She slowly eased her leg over the gnarled wood of the tree branch, her rider's coat giving the freedom of movement, before jumping down into the ground before, her impact sending globules of mud flying from the ground. "My name is Aessith. Aye-Syth. Don't call me otherwise". She moved down the rocky side of the overlooking cliff, her coat swaying side to side in time with her hair in the wind.

The corner of her mind was already numb, the anticipation of her spear craving the blood, it's murderous intent feeding into her.

Jin combed a hand through her orange-blonde hair, which she'd intelligently styled from its usual, wild mess into a simple but prim and straight style that hung over her shoulders. It did not count for much when it was so frequently ablaze, but she'd made a note of concealing the more flamboyant edge of her powers in towns like these. She adjusted the sword belt wrapped about her hip, feeling a little more hawkish than she was comfortable with what with her armor and her weapon. The Fayers' shop had such a more calm air to it... it was not like the nervous bustle of this trip, which she knew took them across dark territory. The hurricane speed of the merchants fluttering about her wasn't unwelcome, though; this beating pace had a charm to it she did not mind exploring, after so much time in the shops. A passerby thrust a box of salves into her hand without a word. She politely tucked it into a nearby wagon, scratching her cheek. Her fiery eyes were luminescent with shuttered anxiety for the trip.

A voice caught her attention, and she flit her look to the human boy next her. She had not caught his name, but she had seen him milling about as a face in the crowd for most of the day. Not wanting to seem rude, she brightened her face a bit.

"I'm Jinedria. But you can call me Jin if you want." she nodded, "Yours? I think I've seen you around earlier today, too." she countered, double-checking some cargo before her.

Ivan smiles putting one arm around the bartender, the other carrying his furled standard over his shoulder. He nods to the barkeep when he emerges. "You know how it is, I go where I am needed. You remember last year when I came into town three weeks after the caravan because I stayed behind to help that village with the goblin problems?" He looks at the girl in his arm. "But there seems to be a very strong incentive to return in one piece". Ivan lets her go and walks out of the building to collect Fenrill his horse. Most of Ivans things were in a pile next to the horse, he assembled its barding and loaded up the saddlebags.

In the streets he tried to ignore the poverty of the slums, as much as he would like to stop and help everyone he knew that just wasn't possible. He kept his standard furled in town though his shield was already on his arm. His helmet bounced slightly against some of the barding making a clank clank noise along with the rest of his armor, and while most of it was dull from wear and tear it was hard not to notice him as he made his way to the caravan site to get his orders from the leader. He hoped for forward guard, he thought it was always more intimidating to attack a caravan with a knight leading the way, even if his armor was a little dented in places.

Myu had slipped out just as quietly as a spider, stopping just in front of Jenny with her usual silent but timid, shy self. She already had everything she needed, making sure the buttons of her shirt weren't loose before keeping a hand gently on the hilt of her rapier. ''J-Jenny..'' She whispered softly while tugging gently onto the side of Jenny's clothes or armor, looking up timidly at her before sliding closer. The girl wasn't very social nor fond of the outside world, but her silent skills and nimble fingers could get her anywhere, besides the agile moves she could do. Jenny had been her only friend for a long while, barely speaking to her but she was the closest person she could trust within the entire continent, being exactly like little younger sister to Jenny.

Sagfag (or afafada) has spent too much time wasting time, and her last paycheck is running out. Avas! It is time to work again, curse the gods and rape them with moons!
She gets up, sorta gets dressed by sloppily slinging random clothes on, then stumbles outside dragging her bag of random junk. She gets in line, still feeling very tired, so paying attention to stuff is really not going to happen right now.
When/if she gets to the front of the line, she throws her bag on the table and says with a slurred voice "I has, a bunch, of crap... That needs to be sold... Oh yeah, I also have this" She says as she pulls out a map showing some extra detail most maps don't show, like alternate routes, danger zones, caves, etc.
Far from being a complete map, she drew most of that stuff on there herself, so inaccuracies are present, but it should at least have them consider letting her join despite her current state.

Garian shrugged but smiled, "I don't always think with me penis, you know, Aessith." he said, following her, "And I can actually use my intelligent mind when I need to, it's just that I didn't have to for a while." He told her, following her down the side of the hill, "Besides, I hope you are not planning on killing any of my prey."

Like her, he wore a long coat, which helped conceal his longsword that he had used when he needed it, unlike her though, he didn't suffer from blood lust.

"Just because I happen to be a Demon like you, doesn't mean I don't know the meaning of restraint." she said. She turned around, her pole-arm in hand, "You know as well as me that it is this fucker that gets me all wound up. Kind of like how your dick gets you excited at the prospect of raping everything with a hole and two legs." she said with a sneer. "So whats the plan, you want to scope the place out, or just wait for them here?" she asked.

Garian looked at the city and then back at Aessith, "I want to watch them for a bit, ghost them as soon as they leave and determine their combat abilities, which will help me, and you, in the long run. If we can find out their guard details and how strong they are, then we can work out a plan of action to get around them, or even break them in as well." He told her.

"You want to go and watch them from inside the town, or from here?" she asked cocking her head to the side. "Either way, got to keep a low profile so that we don't rouse too much suspicion." She turned back to face the city, slowly walking down the slope, watching the gathering crowd as they assembled to push the caravan off to a good start. "The ignorant little men, so happy with their achievements, oblivious to the sufferings of others."

Garian looked at her and then back at the city, "We watch them from here, going inside will only arouse suspicion when we leave to follow the caravan. Besides, it's such a nice day and the woods are great. Not only that, but I always preferred those little villages over huge cities." He told her and sat down, listening to her rant, "They achieved all that by exterminating us, so they're not oblivious, in the usual sense." He said and smiled, "They taste better than succubus though, that's for sure."

She turned away from the city once more, crestfallen whispering untold glories into the corner of her mind, the demonic spear scratching at her very conscience. She walked back to the tree, before embedding the pole arm into the trunk of the tree, the dripping sap quelling the accursed relic. Whipping her head around to face Garian, she only glared at the man, always strutting his superiority complex around, his ego as big as his own perception of his cock. The sap boiled across the pole arm, before she let go, her mind slowly returning to it's more calm state.

"Ye you wonder why you haven't gotten me yet. I am sure you slept around, but don't forget, we are one in the same demon-kind, though we function very separably from each-other." she muttered in a matter of fact tone. She did up the collar of her coat, the patterns swirling along in silver threading, her body hidden under the dark embrace of it's dark form.

Garian smiled and shook his head before taking out his own weapon and slamming the blade into the ground, flames engulfing the sword from his own hand before disappearing back from whence they came, "You think too much of my and my dick, you probably secretly want it. But if it makes you feel better, I have killed my fair share of people with zero mercy involved, I can be cold-blooded if I want to be, but that gets me no where when our people need to be repopulated." He told her and a finger tapping the tip of the sword's hilt.

"Now, Aessyth, I know you don't think much of me, since I usually do think about sex first and combat last, but that was because we were in weaker territory. Here, we're going to be facing probably experienced guards, and, if we're unlucky, several Monster-Hunters. So you can expect me now to be on my best behavior." He then gave her one of his disarming smiles (Though the don't seem to work on her), "Don't worry, so much, my friend."

"I was only born this way because someone just like you couldn't keep his dick in his pants, and as a result of it raped my mother. So for all I care, I am happy everyone went and got murdered, but not enthusiastic that people like me had to be born, nor the human parents being murdered. So let's make this clear, so much as stick that thing near me, and I will cut it off, murder you, and beat you into oblivion as you gasp your last dying breaths. I may be younger than you, but that sure as hell won't stop me killing you".

She walked over to the embedded pole-arm, before jumping off of it like a spring board to a branch above. "That being said, you have your uses. If you want to fuck your kind back into existence, then so be it, hell I will even help you do it. However, I will murder every descendant that had anything to do with the massacre of the north. Then after that we can part ways, and you can descend into your harem from this convoy. "

(Last post of the night from me)

Garian watched her and shook her head, "If you weren't a woman, I'd slap you." He said, leaning against the tree, "You are who you are, no matter who your Parents were. I didn't care, and see how I turned out." He waited for a good second, "Not a good example, seeing as how you hate me and haven't seen my exploits in my 500 years of living." He then sighed and scratched the back of his head, he decided to just let the silence wear on for a bit, he sat down on a fallen log and watched the City, waiting for the Caravan to begin leaving....or until he got bored and decided to try and chat up Aessith again.