The Wastelands

[Hazard1325]

Rayle isn't sure what to do now that this man has stumbled into her camp... she shakes her head at the offer of whiskey. She sat quietly listening to him for a while before asking. "Who was that woman with the bow? do you know?" As for her health she was huddling as close to the campfire as possible and her spare clothes were set down next to it as well. At least his alignment with the gods was clear enough... unless it was a ruse. She would rather rest early and be off in the morning before most were out to explore the path to the orb and whatever else may be on the way.

[Grape_Drink]

((Hey, as long as I can read it and figure out what you want to do/are doing, you can write a bible's worth of text! lol There's a post on the page prior for everyone in case folks are going to the last page.))

Ruby

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GM Roll; Diplomacy- 12 - 2(traits) - 4(animal even if intelligent) = 6
GM Roll; Reflexes- 2
GM Roll; Perception- 8 + 1(rogue) = 9

The wolf looks over at the stairway then back to you, letting out a small growl as if not entirely happy with this situation, but it seems he knows that the bandits will be back soon. He walks around* patiently as you get up. You notice that there's a few healed over lacerations on this particular canine, and that parts of his fur are missing as if he's been in a few fights recently, perhaps with other wolves?

When you bend over to grab your clothes though, you feel his wet nose in certain regions again as he give you a quick lick or two. You're almost afraid he's going to try and mount you right then and there, but while you're a bit distracted by the feeling, he seems to have more of a statement of ownership in mind. The wolf snatches up your leather pants in his maw, and runs up the stairs. Pushy little bugger...

Getting dressed in the dark (careful to avoid any small ice patches you imagine the wolf may have left behind), you notice that your current pair of pants isn't the only ones he took, there's a little bit of ice on your backpack and you notice your spare pants are also missing. That little- It doesn't matter for now. You have your weapons as you go up the stairs, and there's no way the rascal can unlock doors.

You watch as two drunken bandits make their way towards the "doorway" you just left.

Except there's no door, and your wolf friend is nowhere to be found at the moment (nor your pants). You seem to be outside in a fort-like area as you look around. You spot the two bandits from earlier drunkenly making their way towards your position. You seem to be in some sort of abandoned fort encampment centralized around a spiraling tower to your left. A few buildings lay to the south of your position. A fireplace burns within the one building, its light glowing out into the surrounding area causing any vision beyond to be darkness... You notice the light is shining directly on you, though in their inebriated states it's hard to tell if they've even seen you or not as the orc and his compatriot stumble along with the occasional laugh.

Rayle

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"Who was that woman with the bow? do you know?"

You huddle close to the fire, its warmth keeping you from being too cold.

"The Dark Elf? No idea. Some scrawny welp back in town was mumbling something about demon elves, but I wasn't paying much attention. Word is she was on her way to the ballista girl."

He looks you over, his eyes don't seem to have any lewd intentions as after a minute or so they travel over to your drying spare clothes on the ground.

"Would you like something a bit warmer for the evening?" He doesn't seem intent on leaving just yet. "My wife and I were going to make our way to the escarpment tomorrow, but she's still busy collecting information down at the inn. I'm sure she wouldn't mind if I let you borrow her spare clothes given your... Ahem... current state of apparel."

He motions to your clothes as they cling to you in their dampened state.

[Nobudi]

Roxanne release a throaty chuckle at the girl's stumble on her words.
Clearly, the guildmaster and the girl were much closer in relations than professionally.
Though, her cheer quickly fell at the prospect at having the room shared.
Granted, she had roomed with strangers before, but that had always left her on edge and frayed nerves.
She ignored all of them, heading into the room, and started taking inventory, just to make sure her equipment were all accounted for.
And she patiently awaited for the arrival of Boron, her owl.

[LoneWolf]

[Kylie] waited for the sailor to turn the other way then approached Alaric. "I didn't thank you properly a few moments ago. I was just... Embarrassed, I guess, by what was in my head from that beast's blood. I'm sure it caught you too. So... Thank you. I can't begin to imagine what would have happened had you not come along." Taking a step closer and reaching around him in a warm embrace, she told him "like I said on the boat, we gotta watch out for each other, alright? You already did, so I guess I owe you one , huh?"

Alaric lets Kylie hug him for a few moments, then gently removes her arms from around him and steps back slightly. "You haven't dealt with many Orcs before, have you?" His voice is pitched low and there is a strange light in his eyes as he studies her; a steady appraisal, as though he's measuring her against some internal yardstick, layered over... something else, like the faint glow of a banked fire. There's no immediate threat in his demeanor, but it still holds something primal - more like a wolf in some ancient forest than a man or dwarf.

Behind those eyes, a series of images flicker through Alaric's head: an elf dancing topless, curled up in his lap asleep, panting on the pier beside him - as well as a pair of eyes flashing around the room as she woke, a transparent figure almost invisible against the water, a flashing blade severing the tentacle wrapped around her...

"You are one of his, yes? The Schemer." His voice is still pitched low, for her ears only, and there's no trace of the hostility one might expect given that he basically just said 'I think you follow the God of thieves and assassins'. "Good friends, dangerous enemies." His lip curls in a wolfish smile. "Hard to tell the difference, sometimes. I think I will enjoy hunting with you, Kylie Argos."

[redkeri13]

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GM Roll; Meditate- 1 (critical failure) ((I swear I'm switching to regular dice or my electronic dice roller. I'm beginning to think the wizards dice page has a pattern to it.))
GM Roll; Perception- 13

You begin to get the strong feeling that it is, in fact, trying to get a reaction out of you to see if you're alive or not. This beast has plenty of playthings at the moment between the various sailors in its grasp, and is attempting (as bad as the attempt is) to retreat. It doesn't have time to fool around, and is likely just seeing how many extra snacks it can get.

Despite your best efforts, you let out a slight shiver as the beast seems to pause around your ankle, preparing to depart... Did it notice that? Surely it didn't notice that???

It begins to work its way back up, alternating between your thighs, growing ever closer to your treasure trove... You feel the slimy tendril encircle your thighs, your hips, seeming to grow ever closer with its erratic movements as it slithers over your most sacred of areas, the vines acting as the only barrier between you and it. You feel it prod ever so lightly here, beginning to pull the vines aside as it presses gently against your sex...

Despite the tingly feeling shooting through your body between its ministrations and this green fluid in the water, and despite your best efforts to stand completely still, even knowing that the chances of this thing entering you right now are slim to none, you reflexively clamp your thighs shut to prevent it access. This... Thing was-

Oh no...

The tendril quickly slithers away, and you wonder if it's decided you aren't worth it for a moment before a much larger tendril lifts you out of the water! That sickly yellow eye underneath the water looks over at you for a moment, and you swear you see the lightest of smug grins on the devil's fishy face. You feel the tendril wrapped around you begin to lift your silken dress, pull down your vine covering-

Suddenly a wail emanates from the beast as it chucks you.

Submerged in the cold black waters, Triana forced herself to remain still as the beast continued to explore her body. Slow it's tentacle coiled around her, spiraling downward around her legs until it reached her bare uncovered feet. Even concentrating on remaining still as she was, she could not help but shiver involuntarily as the tendril brushed over the exposed skin of her soles. The beast reacted to this tiny sign of life, and her heart pounded in terror as the tentacle suddenly changed course, moving up her legs once more and wrapping around her thighs and hips until it smoothly glided over her undergarments of delicate silk and soft finely woven vine strings, reaching for the space between her legs and pressing its tip against her most sacred of places, moving back and forth to gently push the insignificant barrier her lingerie presented out of the way, teasing her in her most intimate place...

The dark waters of the harbor was filled with a strange green liquid that got in her mouth and tasted of copper, making her feel flushed and strange, and between the fluid and the way the tentacle was tenderly stroking her body she could not help but suddenly clamp her thighs together to prevent the thing from pushing any further into her, and immediately she realized what she had done when the beast's tendril suddenly uncoiled and disappeared into the dark depths leaving her drifting alone on the surface, only for a much larger appendage to shoot upwards to coil around her body to lift her above the surface of the water as if she weighed nothing.

In the waters below her she could see the yellow submerged eye of the demon-beast locking onto her own, a light of cruel triumph in its gaze as apprehensively she felt the coiling tentacle that held her coil under and lift up the silk skirt of her dress, shooting upwards to hook over the thin vine waistband of her lingerie and easily tug the silken garment downwards over her smooth thighs...

Suddenly the beast roared and the tentacle holding her abruptly flung her with a powerful throw towards the docks. As she flew through the air Triana could see where 2 large ballista bolts had struck it's back where torrents of the beast's green blood poured from the wounds, and her spirits following her directions and launching the missiles of the broken ship's blessed hull at the demon-beast. She was also saddened to see the beast still had in it's clutches a young red-haired woman, until she realized the woman was actually embracing the creature willingly. She was still trying to fathom this when she impacted into a crowd of mercenaries standing on the docks.

Still reeling from the beast's attentions and the influence of its blood as well as the shock of the sudden impact, Triana groggily tugged her vine lingerie back up her bare legs before anyone saw her vulnerable state. Quickly she climbed off the tangle of mercs she had landed on, realizing as she stood that her thoroughly wet white silk dress was now cruelly transparent wherever it touched her skin. Hastily she wrapped her arms to cover herself, stammering to the mercenaries picking themselves up off the ground, "...hello... uh, sorry for landing on you all like that... haha, sea monsters, right?..." Her embarrassment growing by the second, she rapidly turned to run quickly and make her escape. She needed to find somewhere secluded where she might be able to commune with the spirits and find out more about this land, especially who best to find to talk to about fighting the corruption that influenced it so heavily. But first she would probably summon a fire sprite to help dry her soaked clothes for her

[Shura]

“Whew...” Shura let out a mild sigh of relief. The speed of normal movement had returned to him; he was no longer slowed. The departure of the butterflies seemed to coincide with the return of his movement. If he hadn’t suspected the large insects of any foul play before, he certainly did now. Shura would make it a point to be cautious of overly large butterflies in the future. When a feminine moan drew the majority of them away, he recalled the woman that had abandoned them. “What do you think? Should we go help her?” Looking to his companion, he debated whether or not they should go and investigate. It would be dark soon, and that probably wouldn’t bode well for any of them.

“Any thoughts on what to do about these things?” Examining the blue slime on his leg, Shura wasn’t quite sure what to do about it. Prodding it with his fingers was about all he had done so far, but he stopped after a few pokes for fear of getting his hand stuck. The only thing that he could think of was to take off his boot, or maybe even his pants. Recalling the feminine moan, he dreaded to think of what might happen to him if he were caught with his pants down.

[Grape_Drink]

GM Roll; Weather (d100)- 37

It has become overcast. The stars that guide the night will not be very visible. All characters (and enemies) will receive +1 on sneak checks and bluff checks while outside for the evening.

Sidra/Roxanne

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You make your way across the street to the Inn, ignoring the two mercenaries as they seem to be on the verge of fighting. The sun is beginning to set as you enter.

The Inn is loud, obnoxious, and you can't help but notice the two Rastanite soldiers standing guard as if to keep the crowd under control. You figure you'll have time to head back down later if you want a drink or to talk with folk, opting to check out your room. The two adventurers are inside, seeming to gawk over some piece of paper they found and ignoring you for now as you open up the window to let your companion in. The barn owl flies into the room, giving the two adventurers a small start, but as they realize the being to be your own, they ignore the interruption and go back to whatever it is they're reading. Neither of them look particularly threatening- more like former fishermen or rope-makers perhaps?

Your equipment all seems to be there, though a few items have notably dirt-prints from a gauntlet of some sort. Seems they searched it for contraband. Not too surprising given the circumstances they found you in... You notice a small symbol of Rastan dangling on a string inside the pack, his holy (or perhaps unholy depending on your viewpoints) helm with a large sword prepared for combat- A more proper symbol of him.

Boron seems to be enjoying a meal consisting of a small bird they have killed.

Triana

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GM Roll; Will (lust)- 2 + 2(Shaman) - 3 (Devil's Ichor) = 1


Some of the adventurers look at you lewdly, others getting on in their age have a little more pity given the scenario you were in, and help break up the crowd.

With the cheering and howling on the docks, you manage to get out of there easily enough with only a mild (joking) slap on the rump from a Rastanite soldier. Given the things the spirits showed you, you decide that it's best not to head into back alleys, and seeing the main gates open, you figure it proper to dry yourself off along the secluded coasts. It takes some time before you feel your natural connection to the Feywild begin to return. You had tapped into quite a bit of magic to accomplish that feat, and your head was still swimming with all that had happened, all that had nearly happened as you wiped a bit of the green slime from your mouth... Its effects still haven't completely worn off and you feel a strange desire for that feeling again, as brief as it was... Dusk seems to be approaching and you'll need to find a place to rest before too much longer. Still though, you summon a fire and wind sprite to begin to blow-dry your cloths to the best of their abilities.

You feel your own sprite float out of the nearby woods, and begin to motion you towards them, sending images of a small hovel a little ways from town, no more than a fifteen minute's walk. You still have a desire that hasn't been satiated, and as brief of a trip as it may be there is always the chance that your scent might attract something if you go wandering through the woods right now... You look around, no one seems to have followed you out here. You had always been strong willed given your powerful connection to the feywild, but for some reason all your concentration seems to be on the feeling in your loins. Ugh...

Shura

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GM Roll; Perception- 18
Despite how slimy the thing had felt climbing onto your boot, you notice when you poke it that it seems to have hardened into a tough resin-like material to keep you from easily removing it. You doubt you'd be able to get it off by cutting it, but perhaps dehydration or heat would convince the bugger to let go?

That still doesn't help the girl in the distance, though by the sound of her moaning she seems to be enjoying herself for now. Judging by the rumors you heard of how sexual beasts can get in the wastelands, it isn't a longshot to assume you might be in them.

[Urhr93]

Apparently she overestimated the wolf, and unfortunately the wolf doesn't seem to understand what she's saying. However, pointing at the stairs, it seems that at least he understood that soon the thugs will be back, and so just walks around while she gets up, going towards her clothes. One thing she notices about the wolf, despite the lack of light, is that he has quite a lot of scars and missing patches of fur. The behavior of the wolf was already a bit strange, but seeing that she concludes that he's probably made to fight against other animals, maybe other wolves or maybe not, and those are surely not friendly fights. Well, since he's alive it means that either they don't fight to the death, or that he till now has always won, and as those bandits are probably the types to make them fight to death the most probable option is the last. Practically, since he's alive he has always won, and if he has always won then it means that he's strong. She doesn't know how much, but probably he will be enough to help her against the thugs and, for all she knows, he might be even stronger than her. Not smarter, but at least stronger. Maybe.

Anyway, as those thoughts go trough her mind, Ruby bends to grab her clothes from the floor, unawarely exposing her naked flower towards the wolf. He doesn't miss his chance and, without waiting, once more puts his nose in her nether regions, licking it. The girl freezes, fearing that he will just mount her here and now, and since she is already in a very similar position to the one assumed by the females during the mating it wouldn't be surprising if he just claims her body now. She just feel relieved as the wolf just run off, but when she doesn't find pants and panties she gets a bit annoyed. Well, she should still have the spare, so she'll just take that. She turns around and, careful in the dark, almost slips in a patch of ice, probably left behind by the animal. She takes a big breath and continues towards he backpack, and once she's there she starts to search for undergarments but... in their places, she find only ice. With a lot of patience she manage to not yell against him and instead, resigning herself, with her privates exposed for all to see, goes up the stairs, thinking that she'll find him here.

But no. To her surprise, there was no door to block the entrance to that dungeon. If only she knew it before she would have left after giving the wolf food and freed herself from the brick. Well, no, if she thinks calmly about it, it's better like this. As it's dark, her escape will be easier, and if the wolf still sees her as his female he could still be watching her while hiding and could make a surprise attack if things get tough for her, so even if he took away her pants he is still seen as useful.

As she goes outside her doorway, she looks around. No traces of the wolf, nor of her pants. Instead, two very very very drunk and stumbling thugs are coming her way. They seems to be the same ones that brought her down here, but seems to be very drunk compared to some hours ago. At her left, and their right, there is a very large spiraling tower, but what catches her attention more are the buildings behind them. This area seems to be part of a fallen fort, and that should be the "residential" area of the complex, area that the bandits probably took over. The light glowing from one of the windows of the only lighted building unfortunately sends some light towards her, but she isn't sure that they saw her. If they were sober they would already be alert, but like this they might even think that she's an hallucination.

Without losing time, taking advantage of their drunkenness, Ruby starts to make a dash towards the area in the opposite direction of the buildings, where she can find the less light possible. After all, being shrouded in darkness and acting under it's cover is one of the characteristics of her job, and so as soon as she reach a place without lights she'll have the advantage.
The two thugs, being drunk like they seems to be, stumbling around and not walking straight, probably can't even run, much less try to catch up to her. And that's not all. Being drunk, they could even just think of her as a illusion. And even if they try to give the alert to the other, be it because they saw her or because they go into the dungeon and see that no one is there, they probably won't be taken seriously, giving her even more time to sneak out of that ruined fort.
Yes, sneak. After dashing, as soon as she reaches a more dark spot she'll hide behind the first thing she sees and will try to sneak around, trying to exit this bandit area, even if it could mean climbing a bit. Well, if the wolf disappeared like that there is probably a way to get out of there without anyone noticing and without having to do anything dangerous.
In short, perfect reasoning considering their conditions. Obviously she'll always be alert for anyone near so that she won't have any encounter, but doubt that there will be any thugs around here, and even if there is, chance is that he's not doing a good job, jealous of his friends in the main buildings.

[berserkerhorn]

Marjory upon feeling the vine putting a pressure on the entrance to her womb makes her panic. She was not ready to be impregnated and immediately wraps her hands on the vine and tries to pull it away gently from her womb and out of her vagina. It was one thing to cum a bit near the exit of her vagina but not inside her womb.

She was okay with letting the vine continue to work her ass and hopes to fool the vine into thinking that her ass was her vagina. She twitches her leg muscles to warn the butterflies that she was going to move and she flips over doggy style whilst holding onto the vine so that it does not try to enter her vagina again.

[[Brand_Name]]

Kylie smiled at his words, just a bit taken aback at his intuition. "Quite the mind reader, aren't you? No, I haven't spent much time around orcs, although it seems that you might do well to spend a bit less time around them mr. serious. Now- my turn. Let's see... The Indomitable is a safe bet. She took a long look into his eyes, noticing for the first time how eerily beautiful they were. Of course, she didn't tell him. The big manly orc would probably rip her arms off if she called him "beautiful."

[Phoenixcz]

Elenwe sits and spends time until control of her body returns to her by examining the slime on her leg. Maybe she can just cut the leg of her pants off, or make an easily repaired hole around the slime to get rid of it?

As she hears moaning from the direction of other woman, she feels satisfaction. Maybe it's karma, she left Elenwe and the human here to whatever fate awaited them, and in turn ended in even worse predicament. "Well, she left us here, she deserves whatever she's gotten herself into. She sounds like she's enjoying herself." Elenwe feels a pang of guilt as she utters these words, though.

[Grape_Drink]

Elenwe and Shura

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“What do you think? Should we go help her?”

"Well, she left us here, she deserves whatever she's gotten herself into. She sounds like she's enjoying herself."

Just as you feel a pang of guilt hit you at your words, another pang hits your ears- From the same direction comes a yelp, followed by a scream of pain.

((Working on her post and urhr's, but it'll take a bit. Putting this up in the mean time so the two of you can respond to it. I'll either edit berserker's post in later, or make a new post depending on if posts have gone up between then and now))

[Nobudi]

Good, everything was where it seemed to be, although Roxanne did not appreciate the Symbol of Rastan.
As she was neutral to the God, she didn't worship him, but she didn't intend to offend him by casting it away.
Perhaps it would have a use later, but for now she would leave it with her other equipment.
Well... She took out her hunting knife, and cut out a small part of the string, retying the necklace together. With the severed part of the string, she gathered her hair into a loose ponytail that would disguise her prominent ears.
Once it was set on properly, she flipped down her hood, and glared at Boron.
"Ah really wish ya went back ta rats Boron," she said as she watch him dissect the bird of its meat. Wasn't that considered cannibalism of some sort?
Boron stopped to glare back at its owner before releasing a small screech of defiance.
Roxanne took the opportunity to silently taunt the bird, before going up to the adventures.
"Wotcha readin' Lads? Both yer eyes are 'bout ta pop outta yer heads."

[MiscChaos]

Seeing that it has become dark out, Nel decides it's about time to head towards the kindly old lady's house. Anything else she needs to do can wait until the morning when everything's not as dangerous. "Hey, Dana, I'm going to go ahead and find the old lady... damn, we really should've found out her name... anyway, I'm headed towards her house. If you have anything you need to do, you can just meet me there, but I thought it'd be nice if you accompanied me. We could get to know each other."

[Zender_Solarheart]

"A pleasure to meet you, Nel." Dana replies with a smile, liking Nel's company already. "As for why I'm here, I am a mercenary, so 'it's my job' is a part of it...a rather big part. Aside from that, though...well, let's just say that I have some personal stakes with the Unnamed One's servants..." Dana chooses not to mention her childhood trauma just yet, as that's very sensitive information...but as far as first impressions go, Nel's is pretty good, in her opinion. Just landed here, and she's already made a friend...aaand now it's getting dark out. And travelling after dark is more dangerous. Wonderful.

Thankfully, Nel seems to have the same idea Dana does. "Agreed. We could use some shelter for the night, especially knowing what goes bump in it..." With that said, she begins walking to that house with Nel at her side. Third house facing the sea, right? Right.

"So, you've heard my reason for heading this way. Care to share yours?"

[LoneWolf]

Alaric laughs out loud and shakes his head, dispelling the intensity of the moment. "I've been 'spending less time around them' for eight years. Most of my brothers would consider me quite the court dandy by now. And, for that matter, we're in the wastelands now. This isn't a civilised land." He pauses for a moment, then continues in a more serious tone: "It wasn't hard; someone who was familiar with Orcs would have phrased their thanks more carefully. A lot of my people would have taken that as an invitation - and if that devil's blood bothered you, you shouldn't be offering to submit to an Orc." The fire in his eyes flares brighter with the last line, making it clear what he's referring to by 'submit'.

He turns to look at the fading light around them. "But we shouldn't keep our host waiting."

[MiscChaos]

Nel feels a smile coming to her face, finding a fellow hunter of the Unnamed One's parishioners. Yes, she thinks she'll get along with Dana just fine and if they should come across one of those bastards... well, between the two of them, it should be fun to see just how many pieces the target makes it out in. When Dana asks about her reasoning, she nods. Turnabout is fair play, after all and she expected the question to come up. So she once again gives a half-truth, this time with liberal amounts of the actual truth sprinkled in.

"The Unnamed One's servants... took everything from me. Absolutely everything." She meant to keep her voice fairly upbeat, but, Dana being the second person she's ever told about this, she's not sure how to process the raw anguish speaking about this subject brings up inside her. As a result, her voice is more of a mixture between deep sadness and a hard tone that implies unforgiving fury. I've made it my mission in life to hunt down each and every one of them and make sure they never get the chance to do it again. This is just part of that." Well, there was way more truth in there than she originally planned on sharing, but too late for that now. At least she didn't spill everything. She likes Dana alright, but they aren't close enough to hear just what exactly she went through.

[Argonaut]

After pulling in the last swimmer, Elspeth lets out a sigh of relief. Looking around, the only really familiar face she can find is Ser Ethan's. Walking over, she calmly stands by his side, like a soldier awaiting an order.

[Reaver]

Darius watched the man go, debating how bad it would be to give him a lobotomy with an ice dagger. He didn't care what experiences he had it gave him no right to discriminate. Especially since he was wrong about Mia. She had made no attempts on Darius to woo him and hadn't even given her name until he asked for it. He fumed, standing in the entrance only turning around once to address Mia. "That's a lovely name. I hope I see you tomorrow, Mia."

First thing he noticed was that it was already dark outside, which suited him perfectly. As he walked out he felt the pinpricks of his raven touchdown on his shoulder. "Its good to see you, Krafla. Unfortunately we're spending the night in the woods. The sooner we find out what we're going to have to deal with, the better for both of us." He dug into his chest pocket that carried a day of rations, feeding Krafla small chunks of meat as they walked. He knew that going into the woods at night might end up being a death sentence but if he found out how to deal with the monsters now then he could figure out a way to keep exploring at night later. He continued to walk north of the guild hall, making his way towards the forest.

[Hazard1325]

Rayle hugs her knees to her chest not sure if she should be trusting a stranger, maybe its just paranoia after the boat. "I guess I could always use more clothes..." She says accepting the offer. "I don't have anything to give in return though..." Nothing he would want anyway, most of her alchemy was a bit to exotic for commoners... and expensive.