Somewhere in the Dark [IC]

[Ceystile]

Saffron, The Blade of Amaranth
Saffron got off of the ship with the rest of the party and looked about Erisen...a lot bigger than she imagined but it wasn't as if she wasn't used to being in cities. Especially cities by the sea...but hell, this city could've been in the middle of the woods and she still would've stuck out like a sore thumb, such is the life of a Shayit. She bet that the two Enkal ladies must've felt the same way, especially Anlolar who seemed to be far more uncomfortable with attention than that other one...Klelane was her name, right? Saffron made a mental note to talk to her later, she seemed pretty nice if on the shy side. While she was wondering what to do with her free time before they headed out on the road again, she felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to a somewhat nervous looking Anlolar, who suggested that they go browsing in the stores.
Saffron turned and beamed at her. "Sounds lovely, dear! Maybe we can ask some of the other girls if they want to come along...my daughter needs a new dress anyway."




Tarquin, The Great Monster Hunt
Tarquin got ready for the day rather quickly...well, quicker than he usually did, at home it would've taken him at least an hour to get ready. But, knowing how to read an audience as well as he did, he wasn't at home and he didn't have an hour. This was a performance that he couldn't be fashionably late for, but that didn't mean that he could leave his audience wanting. The Shay dressed rather simply...well, simply for him anyway. Over a white shirt he wore a blue velvet doublet a few shades darker than his skin, sewn with tiny white gems that shimmered with every movement. He chuckled to himself as he remembered buying it while out shopping with Torquil...Tor had gone to get some weapons for his monster hunting gigs and Tark was window shopping. At least he'd been planning to until he saw the doublet.
Tor, it's so gaudy. I love it!
Ooooof course you do.....you'd make excellent monster bait, bro. They'd see you coming kilometers away, maybe I can take you on a mission or two.
Tarquin had scoffed. Please, you'd cut off your right hand before you split money.
I'd split it with you. He'd nearly been knocked over when he got shoved in the shoulder, the bastard had put on far more muscle than anyone expected. "Don't tell Mom and Dad I said that."

Shaking himself out of the memory by splashing cold water on his face, he pulled on a pair of matching blue trousers and the boots he'd polished the night before, making his way downstairs where their gracious Vilden hosts had already gathered with a small number of their initial party. "My fearsome feline lord and lady, I do hope you've saved some breakfast for me!" Tarquin beamed, greeting the gathered group with a bow before pulling up an available seat near Braddock and ordering a couple of meat pies along with some apple cider. While he waited for his order, he buttoned his plain cloak loosely around his shoulders "It's one of my favorite doublets, wouldn't do to get it dirty...yet anyway."

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Aleish of Velshamir - The Blade of Amaranth

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Rolling waves of dark water rocked the Pride of Eldengard as they crashed against the hull and the winds howled between the distant peaks. A familiar experience for anyone who had braved the watery abyss between the Promised Isles before, but one that few people found pleasant. Of this fact, Aleish was absolutely certain, even in spite of the captain's suspicious optimism. For confirmation, he needed only look towards the midship, where a familiar winged figure - one of two that were now involved in this journey - was practically doubled over the rail, suffering from the ravages of seasickness. She seemed to hate the sea because of the effect it had on her physically, while he preferred to stay away from it because of the memories it brought despite it causing him no illness, but at the end of the day, it turned out they had something in common after all.

I should at least make sure that she doesn't fall overboard.

Making up his mind, the Vantyr swordsman began making her way to the ailing woman. Perhaps, with some luck, he would be able to distract her from her own misery with some conversation. Or perhaps her inherent distrust towards those of his kind would cause her to become wary and focus on him to avert any attempt at foul play. Either would technically count as a success, he supposed, though the former option was preferable.

As he walked towards Anlolar, however, he stopped in his tracks. Someone else was approaching, and it just so happened to be the group's other Enkala, the wandering bard by the name of Klelane. After the group's arrival to Erisen, the young woman had cleaned herself up and bought new clothes to replace her worn and frayed outfit, lending her a much neater look than before. Turning to look at her, he easily noticed that she seemed to be heading straight towards him, and acknowledged her with a nod before listening to what she had to say. Unsurprisingly, she had questions. Much to his surprise, however, the first was quite a significant one, and one that he had hoped, and in fact assumed, that someone else had answered.

The fact that Klelane was here with them, having even boarded the ship bound for Avernus, despite not knowing what their mission or destination was, puzzled the Vantyr swordsman to no end. However, rather than stare at her in disbelief, he let out a small sigh before explaining the situation.

"The purpose of this journey is to venture into the depths of the earth underneath the Yearning Isle and retrieve the fabled Blade of Amaranth. A... contact of mine provided information on the whereabouts of that ancient artifact and hired me to retrieve it. I was provided with funds to offer a reward to other adventurers in exchange for their services, which is why you see such a variety of personalities among our ranks." He explained calmly. "If everything goes well, we should sail past the Erisian Bay and across the stretch that divides Cyrna and Valaran before making our way to Avernus, where we can plan out our next move." He added afterwards, before giving Klelane a curious look. "To be honest, I thought someone else had filled you in already. How come you decided to tag along with us despite not knowing what our goal or destination was?"

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The diffused azure light of the sky began to grow stronger as mid-striding approached, and the Pride continued to sail without a worry. Standing next to Klelane with his hands on the ship's rail, Aleish observed the ever flowing waters of the black oceans beneath and the few notable land features he could make out from this distance. Suddenly, however, he turned around. Something bellowed out from the cliffs to the east. An ancient horn with a cavernous echo, which seemed to be accompanied by a strange ringing that assaulted the ears and dazed the mind. Aleish put his hands to his ears with a grimace, turning his gaze towards the cliffs to the east of the Erisian Bay and scanning them for any sort of presence, to no avail.

"Ugh! What in the bloody depths is that?!" He could hear Captain Grim shout out from the quarterdeck as she too held her hands to her ears in order to filter out the confounding noise. The sailors around her were similarly afflicted, though fortunately for everyone, the noise faded away after several uncomfortable moments. In its wake, a deafening silence befell the Pride, with even the crashing waves and howling winds in the distance sounding muted now.

"What... what could that have been?" Aleish wondered out loud as the last notes faded. He was met with only silence however, as the sailors were as clueless as he was and dared not speculate just yet, for fear that there was something else coming in the wake of the bellowing horn.

They were right, though if given the choice they would not have wanted to be.

After the first sound had gone away, something else came. A deep, powerful rumble from underneath the watery abyss, sending the waves into a shivering frenzy as if something had struck fear into the heart of the oceans themselves. Aleish could feel it in the violent rocking of the ship, the sudden humming in the air, the vibrations in the wood itself. His hand shot towards the hilt of his longsword, but he refrained from drawing it just yet - steel in an unsteady hand was just as dangerous as an unseen enemy, and the ship's deck was far from stable footing now. Instead, he raced towards the prow of the ship, stepping onto the eldritch figurehead that adorned it and looking at the now frenzied waters in front of him, where a massive whirlpool had formed.

"You see anything, Fangs?! Whatever is happening, it can't be good, but we need to figure it out!" He heard the captain shouting at him as she too began to approach the bow of the ship, moving across the rocking, water-sprayed deck with remarkable ease as she loaded a bolt into her crossbow.

"A whirlpool in front of us, but I can't begin to imagine what-" The Vantyr spoke up, only to be cut short mid-reply as the whirlpool vanished. "...It's gone now." He stated in surprise, but the relative silence was short-lived - before anything more could be said, a massive jet of water struck the hull of the ship head-on, causing it to immediately halt its movement and even pushing it back some distance. Several sailors were thrown to the ground as a result of the ship's sudden jerk, with some falling overboard and one poor soul tumbling down from the crow's nest and landing on the deck, bent and broken. Aleish was similarly thrown back by the motion, landing hard on his back and rolling back a few paces before he was able to get back up.

Then, at last, the cause of the Pride of Eldengard's suffering revealed itself. A mouth like a shaft that led straight into the abyss, lined with rows upon rows of vicious, jagged teeth. A head covered in overlapping plates of bone and thin barbed tendrils that moved against the wind, with at least two dozen glowing yellow eyes glaring at every living thing in sight. A body like that of a serpent, splitting up towards the end, with several spiked fins and tentacles protruding from it at odd angles. It showed itself for a moment before diving back into the waters below.

The Firstborn. Monumental and terrible lords of the great abyssal depths. Somehow, one of them had showed up here, in the Erisian Bay.

"Oh, fuck." Grim stated as she witnessed what had just happened alongside Aleish. There was no time to say anything more, as the beast resurfaced some distance away, though soon afterwards several massive gray tentacles drenched in saltwater and covered in small, wicked barbs rose up from the waters, some of them attempting to coil around the ship's deck and mast, while others began flailing or zeroing in on the people aboard the Pride.

Not wasting any time, Grim practically leaped towards the closest one, dodging a swipe and then letting out a war cry as she swung her Sigstál blade down, managing to leave a large gash on it before it suddenly retracted, spraying yellow ichor everywhere. "HARD TO STARBOARD! WEAPONS CREW, BELOWDECKS! READY THE MANTICORES! EVERYONE ELSE, TO ARMS!" She shouted to her crew, with those who remained showing full commitment to their captain, letting out a cheer as they began carrying out her orders, many heading down while the rest readied their sabers and axes.

Not wanting to be left behind, Aleish too drew his weapon, mundane but no less deadly in his hands, and moved towards the mast of the ship. Thankfully the tentacles seemed to hold the ship steadier than before, but the deck was now drenched in water, making movement difficult. Nonetheless, he soon arrived and began hacking away with his longsword, creating several long gashes before the tendril uncoiled from the mast rapidly in an attempt to sweep him off the deck - the Vantyr swordsman jumped in the nick of time, narrowly avoiding such a fate, and then quickly repositioned himself before bringing all of his aberrant strength to bear on the creature's thrashing limb. It was severed completely, and the rest of it quickly slid off of the ship, leaving a yellow trail across the deck while a pool of ichor formed around the severed part. Aleish allowed himself a brief moment of satisfaction, though it quickly vanished as he noticed a few small notches where his blade had struck the creature's barbs with such tremendous force. Regular steel was not as tough as Sigstál.

His thoughts quickly moved away from that as suddenly, from where the wounded tentacle had slipped back into the water, two more rose up.

This will be a difficult battle...

[Galnius]

Nemina: The Great Monster Hunt

As the waking was beginning, a young, white haired girl rose slowly, accompanied only by those in distant areas who tended fields or fishing vessels. Many patrons of the tavern had not even dreamt of getting up, but for Nemina, this time that was both early and late was her favorite. She revitalized her ring, bringing in light before any natural brightness could enter. It was in this part of ley that no expectations could be set upon her. No studying, no practicing. In fact, such things were nearly impossible. It was too dark to read, and the quiet and calm would not tolerate anything beyond a strong breeze.

Nemina breathed deeply, the air that swirled through the darkness reinvigorating her. At times, she felt as though she could see it, drifting and sighing, free to soar with the birds or in deep valleys where water danced with it. It could be a gentle breeze or a storm wind, brimming with electricity, it's tempermant left unabashedly to it's whim. While lightning was flashier and more useful in the dark, it was with wind that she spent her younger harvests, the electricity merely watching over her from afar until she entered the Consortium.

Azure light began to pass into her room steadily as she sat and took in the new ley, signaling that it was time to get ready. It was unlikely that a warm clothes wash had been prepared ahead of time, with the tavern being far below her usual lodgings, but it was something she was slowly getting accustomed too. Besides, there was likely a stream or river on their way if she had to make due. For now, a simple, clean pale blue traveling dress would suffice for the day.

Not a moment after she had finished had Nemina heard the approaching Vilden pair. As they knocked on her door, Braddock roared out the commend to meet downstairs. Such noise was not necessary, but he seemed to be enjoying it. Nemina was infected by his enthusiasm, bearing a small smile as she strided to meet the others.

"Oh, is it just us four ready, then?" Nemina asked as she approached the group. Tarquin and the Renaud had seemed to beat her to breakfast along with Braddock and Shetal, which made her wonder if she was the truly the only one who took the early wakings to themselves. Was it one of those things that many did but didn't know others did it? Such things had always fascinated her. Irregardless, they were here, and with breakfast, another stranger leaving them as Nemina approached.

"Bread and honey, please, if you have it." Nemina sat down next to Tarquin and examined his outfit curiously. His magic was an odd one, but from what she had seen, it was an apt one for someone of his ilk. "Do the gems enhance your magic?" She studied them closely, stopping but a breath away while looking for anything that could signify their purpose. Perhaps they rang in tune, or contained runes too small for an untrained eye? She could find nothing hinting at either theory.

If he scared, maybe she could understand better, but for now, she rose to full stature and approached Shetal. "You said we were fighting the beast of Siderat. What do you know of it? I have not come across too much information in my studies."

[Tomia]

Anlolar, Erisen

Anlolar nodded when Saffron agreed to go shopping, pleased that her offer was received positively. As thir group began walking towards the southern market, Anlolar turned to Saffron, "So, you mentioned a daughter?" She asked curiously. "Where is it you are from? I have not been to many Shayit villages." She then paused for a moment. "I'm sorry if I am prying, I understand if you would rather not share with strangers." She added, not wanting to offend one of the more agreeable people on this trip. As she finished speaking they came upon the market which was a large assortment of shops and storefronts. Smells of freshly cooked food mixing with perfumes and flowers from other shops in an overwhelming fashion. As they walked a bit Anlolar realized she was hungrier than she had thought but decided she'd deal with that in a bit as they walked past a number of buildings that seemed to have wears inside.

"That seems to be a clothing shop, no?" The Enkal said to Saffron, pointing out a shop to their left. It was large one story building, with an open window front that showed a number of fine clothes displayed.

Anlolar, the Pride

As the sea seemed to come alive with strange sounds and aggressive rocking, Anlolar had to do everything she could to stay aboard the ship, nearly falling off the side of the ship, as she watched a number of unfortunate souls do. Fighting back the urge to vomit, Anolar used all of her strength to throw herself back onto the deck, as for the first time she saw the massive creature that was before them. The crew was moving to battle positions as the creature's tentacles wracked the ship. However, Anlolar's mind went elsewhere. The crew that were now in the open and turbulent water would surely drown without help, and while the monster might represent a greater threat, her oath demanded that she help the helpless. She couldn't let die those she was capable of helping.

The Enkal's wings spread out fully as she took to the air, diving down the side of the ship towards the water. The first man she reached was a Menai man in leather armor who was struggling to stay afloat. She grabbed his arms with great effort and pulled him up slowly back to the ship. She was beginning to breath a little heavy but none the less flew back down to find another survivor. This time she came upon a younger Madren woman whom Anlolar grabbed around the waist and heaved up into the air. Her wings were straining now and Anlolar suddenly flashed brightly, healing her muscles and allowing her to toss the sailor onto the ship. She was boarding on exhausted now, but there was still the monster to deal with.

She saw a tentacle rising from the water as it prepared to strike the ship and the warrior sent a fireball at the creature, hoping to sear its flesh and encourage it to retreat.

The Great Monster Hunt

Braddock noticed Tarquin coming down the stairs and joining them, offering a toothy grin as the Shay sat down next to them. "You know, you're pretty fun for someone who uses such weird words." The beast man complemented. "You city dwellers and your clothes confuse me, how are you not suffocating in all that, what even is a "dublot" anyway?" Braddock asked as he finished off the beer he was currently drinking. Meanwhile Shetal was fielding the questions of Jorel and Nemina as they asked about their upcoming journey.

"It'll be about a four day journey to Siderat from here. Two by foot, another two by sea. As for information about the beast, well we've looked but not a lot of people around here no anything. Not a lot of people traveling south, and most that do don't come back. It's why we tried to gather as diverse a group as possible. Hopefully enough of you will survive to help us take it down." She said bluntly with a bit of a grim grin as suddenly a stranger approached them. Stranger was an appropriate word because their accent and mannerism were as strange as they come. However, the notion that they had information about Siderat was intriguing to say the least. Before Shetal could question as to how legitimate the information was the stranger was already off.

"Well, I'll give this city one thing, its never boring. Fucking weirdos are a dime a dozen here eh?"

[Theyra]

Aivaras Kvaselis - Last Watcher - The Fall Guy

Well, that is over, and now what? Aivaras thought as he relaxed and blue energy started to dissipate from his right hand. They had won against the assassins but, now with little information of what to do next. Aivaras as starting at the dead body of the main assassin that Narill had slain. Shifting his gaze to her and it was clear as day on her face that she did not mean to kill the man. But, now he is dead and the last thing he said made him think. Rexia, Protera, what does that mean? That mean that this assassin was part of an organization or something. If so then this plot of poisoning sacred pools got thicker.

Then Aivaras had an idea and looked again at the dead assassin. And back to his hands, his body is fresh and so he could summon his spirit for interrogation. But, as his eyes started to turn a bright blue, it stopped halfway and receded. Aivaras realized that plan was not going to work. Sure he can summon the spirit of this assassin but, he can not force a spirit to disclose information he does not want to share. It has to be voluntary and of the spirit's free will. Considering this dead man tried to kill them and such. He is most likely unwilling to share anything of use.

Though he had another idea or realization rather. While most of the assassins are dead, one still lived and fears for his life. So maybe they can get some information after all. With a serious face and pulling out his knife and walked over to the pinned archer. Quickly putting his knife to the archer's neck with a grim tone. "Okay, you are going to tell us everything that you know. Starting with who hired you and if you want to live or better yet not be in agonizing pain. Spill what you know now!"

[Kamisato Ayaka Nation]

"To be honest, I thought someone else had filled you in already. How come you decided to tag along with us despite not knowing what our goal or destination was?"

Klelane had expected someone to ask that to her at one point, but she still tripped on her words as she tried to find a way to word her answer in a way wouldn't sound preposterous or outright suspicious. After all, a person who decided to join a party despite not knowing anything about them sounded a bit shady.

"The best way to put it is..." Klelane hesitated for a while before continuing, "I really have nothing else to do. The reason why I was out in the wilderness was because I'd left the place I'd stayed in to find a new adventure, you know? It's not fun doing the same thing over and over and I thought you guys were an interesting bunch so I decided to stay." Klelane didn't know if her answer was conclusive enough, but she thought it did the trick. Well, she was the type to hop onto something without warning.

The Blade of Amaranth thing was also intriguing to Klelane. An ancient artifact? It piqued her interest as she thought of just how elusive this blade was. According to Aleish, it was a fabled artifact, so there was a non-zero chance it only existed in fables, but hey, as long as she could try something new she was alright with that.

Looking out at the sea, Klelane let the wind ruffle through her hair as she tried to get used to being out at sea. Just then, she could sense an uneasy feeling rise through her throat.

"Shit, seems like this isn't for me..."

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Klelane was staring out at the vast openness of the sea when the bellow of a horn sounded. That was followed by a deafening ring and Klelane shut her ears with her hands. Creasing her forehead, she tried to turn to the source of the commotion. After a while, however, the noise subsided and everything went back to normal.

"Weird... What could be causing this?" Klelane wondered curiously as slight suspicion crept into her. As she looked around the ship, all she could see were clueless sailors and Aleish asking what the sound was. For one reason or another, Klelane suspected that it was a bad omen... a bad omen that something bigger was to befall the ship. Just then, a loud roar sounded from the water as the strong waves terrorised the now unstable ship.

"Motherfucker..." Klelane swore as she retreated away from the edge of the ship. If she wasn't nauseated before, she sure was then. Forcefully downing the vomit that surged into her mouth, she went on her knees to try and tame the pulsating headache she had. Just then, as if it was hit by a force, the ship suddenly moved backwards, worsening her pain while she was yanked backwards. She definitely had more than bruised her leg, and all the jagged movement led her to vomit. Even after all that, her head was still in a doozy. All she could think of was the calamity she found herself in, and the fact that her new clothes would definitely be dirtied to a significant extent.

Getting herself up, Klelane saw the head of a gigantic sea monster show itself above the water. It had many yellow eyes and very menacing teeth. Just what was that monstrosity? On normal occasions she'd be quite amazed by it, but the circumstances now didn't allow for any sightseeing. The monster dipped back into the water before reappearing a bit further back. By that point, most of the people on board had weaponised themselves, intent on killing the threat to their ship and their lives. Klelane soon realised that it had tentacles petrifying the ship and its crew, and one of the was going straight for her.

Instinctively, Klelane dodged out of the way. She was quick enough not to be snatched away by the monster, but it did hit her hard and she ended up grazing her right arm. Knowing her injury definitely wasn't going to be the only one she would suffer that day, Klelane had an unfounded motivation to kill the monster. Bringing out the new bow and the bountiful quiver of arrows she'd bought back at the port city, she used her wings to hover slightly above the ship as tried to aim for the tentacles. Unfortunately for her, she was almost always too late and her arrows ended up hitting nothing in particular. Just, then, Klelane saw the monster's many eyes and thought of something.

Couldn't she aim for the eyes and try to blind the monster? At best, it would paralyse the monster for a while, giving the crew time to attack it. Picking up another arrow, Klelane aimed for the monster's eyes and shot her shot.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Inti Erdonai - The Fall Guy

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Proud of his handiwork so far and confident that Artorius would take care of things from here on out, the Feren bard idly took out his lute and began tuning it - he needed not worry about drawing undue attention, as his illusion was still active around the group, concealing them from prying eyes. This did not seem to convey well to the rest of the group, though, with Puck in particular oblivious to the illusory cover around them. Looking up as he heard his name mentioned, Inti could only tilt his head at the pink-haired Dvar's unexpected apology, and then open his mouth in surprise as he was picked up by the arms, though no sound came out of it. All he could do was to hold onto his lute to avoid dropping it as he was whisked away alongside the herbalist.

Rather than attempt to struggle against Puck's creations, the blond illusionist let out a sigh and simply looked at the scenery as he passed it by. The herbalist was panicking, but there was little he could do in a situation like this that would help calm him down. At the least, with the mirage still active, his flailing and shouting wouldn't draw any attention to the group. Not the best company for the purposes of sightseeing, but he would have to do.

With Artorius guiding them, it wasn't long until the group arrived at a secluded area in a large, winding garden. Leaving behind the mechanical arm that had grasped him earlier, Inti placed his hand on Puck's shoulder, an amused smile on his face. She would see, in front of her, a mirage of the events from before replaying, the scene where Artorius deceived the guards and convinced them to leave Levin unattended. As Inti snapped his fingers, the group turned invisible, and shortly after the mirage disappeared. A crude way to explain what had been lost in translation earlier, but it would do the trick.

Having taken care of that, the blond bard turned his attention to Levin. It was abundantly clear that despite being the ones with voices, Puck and Artorius had both been woefully inefficient at calming down the man or explaining why they were here. He supposed that meant it was his turn, and with that in mind, he gingerly took a step towards the herbalist, grabbing his hand crossbow and rapier from his belt only to then let them fall to the ground and raise his hands in a symbolic gesture to convey that he meant no harm. Then, he snapped his fingers and a note appeared in front of Levin, hovering in the air.

What we did back there was all just to get you away from the guards that were in the process of arresting you when we arrived.

After a few moments to make sure Levin had read, the letters on the illusory paper shifted to form a new message.

We are here on Narill's behalf. She said you might know something about the case her brother was arrested for. Can you tell us what you know?

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Shelazen Menelith - The Great Monster Hunt

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Slowly but surely, the Wearyman's Tavern began to fill up with various folk, both guests coming downstairs to eat breakfast before setting out or patrons from outside coming in for a hot meal before a ley of work. Their weariness varied - some were fresh as a lettuce as they placed their orders, others were more than a little groggy after a poor slumbering's sleep. But none were quite in the same boat as a certain cloaked woman who stumbled down the stairs in such an awkward fashion that she only narrowly avoided tripping and rolling the rest of the way down. With the aid of her staff, she moved towards the table where Braddock, Shetal and the rest of the group - or at least those who had arrived so far - were seated, and promptly sat down on a stool, her body leaning forward until her head was resting on the table. A quiet, drawn-out groan escaped her as she attempted to muster the strength to get up.

"I hate waking people..." She said softly as she placed her free hand against the wood and pushed herself up, looking at the group, her eyes obscured by her brown hood. Aside from the Vilden siblings, obviously the first to be ready for departure, there was only the pretty Shay boy and the two Consortium folks. That came as a surprise - she would've never expected to be fourth to arrive. Considering the fact that she had only slept for a few hours at most, she expected to be last, but here she was, being proven wrong by an absence of evidence yet again. Not the first time, that was for sure.

Rather than continue complaining, Shelazen reached into the inside of her cloak as if looking for something and pulled out two identical vials full of almost identical brown liquid. Squinting at them, she eventually put one of the two back and opened the other, downing its contents in one go.

"Oh, sweet dancing lights that is much better. I'm so glad I didn't drink a flask full of explosive oil. I need to label this stuff." She spoke afterwards, clearly relieved and apparently back to her usual talkative self as well, as though the brown drink had given her a bit of energy to get through the waking. "So! What's the plan for this fine ley, oh glorious lionhearted leader?" She asked of Braddock and Shetal - making no effort to clarify which one she was addressing - before stealing some food from the nearest plate and taking a bite. "Feel free to ignore me if you've already told the others, I'll figure it out on the fly. Being adaptable is one of my many talents." She spoke through a half full mouth.

[The Republic of Atria]

Klelane

Sveta gave her a brief, understonding nod as she just explained that she'd been following them since the fight with the bandits, and that she really didn't have any other plans. That was something Sveta herself understood. The idea of traveling alone looking for adventure was always glorified, but in actuality, it tended to be a lot rougher and devoid of food and money than you'd expect. "I understand, and I can't find fault in that. We've all got to make our living somehow." She said, taking another sip of her drink when Klelane asked her about her relationship with the bartender and city.

"I know the bartender, but not the city." She started. "He and I used to be Custodians of the Kingdom of Amalur over in Tregal. We were dissolved after the new queen took power and everyone mostly went their own way." She said and took a much larger drink after she finished speaking. "I apologize, there's a lot of... Frustrating memories that I'm not fond of discussing."

Samir overheard some of it, and gave a small nod. "Aye. It was an unpleasant time for us all, but I feel we've done our best to make the most of it."

The Pride

Oh joy, another shipride. Sveta grumbled internally as she boarded the ship. She, thankfully wasn't prone to the seasickness that seemed to plague many, but ships weren't exactly known for their cleanliness, but at least this one seemed to be a little better than most of the crude vessels she'd ridden in the past. The crew also seemed to, at least on the surface, be less drunk than the usual riffraff. She spent a little bit using her magic to make a small section of the ship cleaner so that she could get some rest when she needed it. Until then, she'd spend some time looking off the starboard bow.

There was something both beautiful and haunting about the Ebony sea. Just watching the water move, seemingly on its own, was mesmerizing, but it was dark as it's name implied. She wondered what kind of creatures lived in it, but then again, anything that large and undisturbed probably helped more than a fair share of nightmares that she'd rather not think about.

Time passed and she found herself more bored than anything. Watching the waters of the bay had it's moments, but it was wearing thin. She had half a mind to go see if she could find anything that might need doing. Working was better than being bored. Just as she was about to go below deck, something made a great and terrible noise. Loud enough that she covered her ears and almost slipped down the stairs. She'd heard a lot of horrible things in her life, but nothing that ever made her physically stumble.

The monster revealed itself, and it was something she'd been told about, but wasn't actually sure existed: Firstborn. And she couldn't tell if it was more or less horrifying than the stories. Stories were often embellished, but seeing one in person felt genuinely horrifying. Even more as it attempted to wrap it's tentacles around the ship, presumably to break it apart.

There wasn't much else she could think of to do. If the creature succeeded even a bit more, then they'd all either drown or worse. And she had no mind to just let the monster do it. Jumped back up the stairs to clear room for the people who needed to change what deck they were on, carefully keeping her balanced as she manifested her battle axe once again and ran towards the nearest tentacle on the starboard side. She caught a glimpse what was going on, Aleish had seemingly dealt with one, several men were already either hurt or dead.

She brought her massive axe around like she was chopping at a tree. It cut deep from the amount of yellow gore that came out of the wound, but not enough to completely sever the tentacle, which swiped at her. It was high enough that she was able to duck the initial swipe, but when the tentacle retracted it caught her in the back, sending her sliding across the ship.

She remembered her practice from when she was a little girl: dispelling her weapon and tucked her arms in. The armor on them was much more resilient than she was. She felt the vibrations through the armor as she slid and was more than happy to still have it else she might not even have arms anymore.

She rolled to her feet once again, summoning her axe and readying herself. She wondered how much pain the creature was in, or if it could feel it at all. It had to. Everything that could bleed could hurt. The tentacle swiped at her again, this time low, and she jumped, narrowly avoiding another smack and brought her axe down upon it. This time it severed, as several feet of the Firstborn's tentacle dropped onto the ship, spraying the disgusting yellow ichor everywhere.

The tentacle retracted for now, either in too much pain to use or maybe to move it around. Hopefully the others could deal with the last one. She glanced over at the wounded and grimaced. She could do some first aid, bandage up some of the wounds, but the sailors would need a healer.

[Absolon-7]

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Artorius - Chapter 1: The Fall Guy

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Artorius sighed in annoyance as the man panicked and pleaded for his life. He never really knew what exactly to do when they lashed out like this especially when any words spoken to calm them down went in one ear and out the next. Inti was surprisingly the first to console the flippant man with his gesture of disarming himself to proclaim himself a nonthreat, a simple yet clever maneuver, and then used his magic to imprint a message on paper for the herbalist to read. Artorius raised both hands up as if he was approaching a scared animal and said "As my compatriot has written for you, we're not here for your life. We saved you because we need your help."

Artorius paused in reflection before continuing as trying to narrow down what the herbalist could feel comfortable in saying, "We just need what you know that could unmask what really happened. You need not hesitate with us for fear of retaliation."

[Tomia]

The Fall Guy

"Listen I told you I don't know anything!" The archer shouted again as he was once more accosted.

"Let him go, he's telling the truth." Narill said softly, finally moving from shock and placing her arm on Aivaras' shoulder. She then turned back to the dead man, who had said some... disturbing things. She then began rifling through his remains, hoping she might find something of interest. There was some gold, his daggers that appeared like they might be enchanted based on their perpetual dripping of poison, a silver pin attached to his thin leather armor. The pendant had a ring at its base and within it was a pickaxe crossed with a sword.

She held it up to show the others present, "Well, this gives us something to on at least. Come on, we're done here. Let these amateurs go. Let's go see how the others did."

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Levin began to calm about as he realized what the group was asking about. "Alright, Alright" He said, taking the sample of poisoning that Narill had provided from the group. "But I can't examine this here. I need to head back to my shop." The group then hastily snuck back to the herbal shop, making their way inside.

"This damn lake business has given me nothing but trouble!" Levin complained as they walked inside. The herbalist took the vial of poison and brought it over to his work bench. He conducted some basic tests, exposing it to light, heat, cold, and some compounds to better understand its origin. He then soon returned to the group as they kept a watchful eye on the door. "Well, I recognize it alright. Nasty piece of work this is. Only place I've ever seen something like this was when I was studying in Aratosh. It's common among the gangs and criminal types there. It's name is Cyrinis, but most people call it Rot Water. Nasty necrotic effects it has." He then paused. "Alright, I've told you what I know now get out of here before the guards come back. I'm going to have to pack for a very long vacation..."

[Nations United for Conquest]

The Roving Courier

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Eavan O'Bryne | Arboris - Isle of Veraden | The Fall Guy

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In the grand subterranean city of Arboris, past the commercial district and far away from the residential houses, just at the edge of where the Slyen and Alfari call home, a small but dense copse of western magnolias in a place aptly named Ryce’s Grove. It was once the site of a significant construction project for the underground city, but the surprise finding of a sizable earthborn lake halted all projects when the small basin flooded. Seeing as the waters were little but ordinary freshwater, the project was abandoned, and gradually the surrounding area was filled up with a shallow bay of spring water. The townsfolk planted a large grove of magnolia and mangrove to hide away the failure. The entire area had become little but a nest of confusing and interlocking trees in a short few harvests. An excellent site was added to the majestic splendor of the underground city and a popular spot to stop and observe when traversing from the residential district to the sacred lakes some ways past.

There is nothing of substance in the Grove so far as most are concerned. Nothing but small shallow rivers that would sooner swallow a full-grown Alfari to their waist than allow a simple skiff to patrol their waters. As such, it’s largely left alone. There is almost no land in the entirety of the Grove, and what exists is so tiny not even a simple hovel could be constructed there. On most days of the harvest, it remains abandoned.

However, there exists an exception known to only a select few. Every blank, the once lonely Grove receives a solitary visitor on certain leys. Like clockwork, the same ley every blank they arrive and stay for but that singular ley before departing. And, should someone in the known be present in Arboris on such a ley, they might find their way deep into the Grove and provide a little more company for the solitary copse.

Eavan finds herself deep within the thicket of trees and shrubbery that made up the Grove on one of these such leys. Past winding and twisted trees, muddy creeks, and the slightest hints of boundary magic lingering on the fringes of the Grove’s heart, she had arrived at one of the few patches of sizable land in the cove. It was a tiny, sparse patch of rock that had managed to stay above the spring water during the initial flood when the lake was breached. Most leys it is but a dull gray mound just peeking above the edge of the nearby creek by a few inches.

However, it was instead covered by a well-worn rug of fading blue color on this ley. It was roughly the same size as the smooth stone boulder. On top of the old blue carpet was a myriad of different little trinkets and items. All were bizarre and esoteric in design with little in the way of commonality. On one side rested an ornate arming sword with a peculiar zig-zag blade that seemed to sparkle with a burst of static ever so often. And next to it rested a pile of dirty old tomes whose covers, once pieces of artwork on their own, were faded to the point of near uniformity in their appearance. That being of a dusty old grimoire. Furthermore were even more eccentric choices with neatly packed blue elixirs and finely prepared slabs of treated meats. A small collection of wonders seemed to stretch from every corner of the isles and all manners of displicines of the mercantile variety.

The small portion of the cay not taken up by the rug and its wears nor Eavan herself was instead occupied by a large leather knapsack, easily big enough to fit more than a few Fereni inside. It was a dull beige color and contrasted greatly with the lively greens of the surrounding grove. Even more so was the figure resting upon it.

A young woman sat at the top of the staggeringly large knapsack, eagerly watching Eavan as she perused the wares assembled about the cay. The voluptuous form of the young woman sported a finely tailored, the form-fitting dress of deep charcoal black with flanks of deep scarlet. A thin lining of gold-hued fabric served as a boundary. Her skin was fair and much paler than even Eavan’s own, seemingly almost glowing in the dull light of the cavern, and upon her face lay a sly smile painted by thin lips. The woman’s hair was of a brilliant rust color that perfectly matched her sharp ruby eyes. Long strands of crimson hair were pulled back into a loose and wild ponytail that hung down her back, past her shoulder blades, and seemed to melt into the similarly hued mantle pinned to her dress by the clavicle. A narrow-bladed arming sword rested by her feet, comfortably in its sheath.

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The two, Eavan and the rust-haired woman, continued in silence. Both were content to focus on the wares presented before Eavan simply. However, it was only a matter of time before the talkative Alfari broke the comfortable silence.

“Truly, you have no Sedodan Wine? I thought of any in the Isle; it would be you, Anya, who might be my saving grace,” lamented the young Alfari.

“I’m sorry to say, but even we sisters haven’t been able to get our hands on it. Four harvests of bad returns have made the brew scarce. I have some Olinai Rye, aged fifteen harvests should you be inclined. It’s not the same, but any who frequent the Caoran Stock should also find some solace in this.” Anya said

“Were it for me, I’d have no issues. But as this is for a client and as such, I can’t make any substitutes,” she shook her head gently, “...and it was to be such a nice payout.”

Anya placed a delicate finger against her chin at such an admission as if rumination on something divination. “Perhaps,” the crimson-haired peddler began, “if you were to seek my sister in Aratosh, you might have a better chance of finding some. The drink is not as popular in the west as elsewhere.”

“Mm, then I suppose I ought to make my way for the Capital then. I thank you for your help, Anya, as fruitless as it may have been.”

“Always a pleasure to help a special customer in need! If I don’t have it, I can assure you one of my sisters d-”

She was interrupted by a sudden rustling of the magnolia trees behind the pair. While the grove was far from uninhabited, the sound was too heavy to be any simple-minded wandering creature. Eavan’s hand sank to the worn cloth wrappings of her claymore’s hilt. It remained in its sheath bound to her back by way of frog and belt, but a firm hand found purchase, and her body sat tensed, half-turned towards the trees. In a moment, with a small kickup of wind, Anya joined her, the slim arming sword drawn and gleaming in the light of the far-off stalagmites above.

“Show yourself, lest I cut you down with this blade of mine!” called Eavan out towards the woods.

“Peace, peace,” answered a soft and kindly voice, “I hadn’t meant to scare ye. The blame rests squarely on these old shoulders of mine. So please sheath that sword of yours, Miss Feoh. I’m no lowly Brigand.”

An older man stepped from the edge of the clearing, no more than a few paces away from the pair. He wore an aged and weathered sand-colored cloak that concealed most of his form and clothes, but it was clear from his stature alone to tell he was more on the lean side. His outfit was largely non-descript for a traveler were it not for the hilt of a sword peak from behind the folds of his cloak and the dark ornate half cape on his left shoulder, held in place by a bronze emblem of some design. He also stepped with far too much confidence and finesse for a mere traveler. It only served to put the pair of young women on a higher alert.

However, such was for naught when the older man slowly reached for the corners of the cloak's hood and drew them back with a fluid motion. The lack of a hood now revealed the darkened face of an old Menai and a pair of light cobalt eyes roaming over the pair, particularly Eavan, with a relaxed albeit strangely critical look. These eyes of rich jewel-like blue were flanked on either side by locks of straight sandy hair, near the same hue as his cloak, which was parted down the center and fell to about his shoulders. A medium-length beard of frost-hued hair rounded out his sharp, rectangular face and a paired mustache baggy enough to disguise his lips from view, but it was clear that he had a slight smile worming its way up to his face.

Before the man nor Anya had a chance to react, Eavan threw herself from the cay, nearly throwing up the rug from its resting place, and made way for the old man. With a mighty leap, she threw her arms outward and soon found them wrapped tightly around the shoulders of the man, who was just a few inches taller than herself. The force was enough to topple the man nearly. All the man did in reaction, for his arms were firmly pinned at his sides by Eavan, was to let out a hardy little chuckle.

“Why, it’s good to see you as well, Eavan. Though I could go with the risk of crushing these old ribs of mine.” The man spoke.

As if suddenly realizing her position, Eavan quickly released the man with a slight bow accompanying her actions. “Apologizes, Sir Mattias. It’s just been so long since last we’ve met that my excitement seems to have gotten the best of me.” Eavan said, a sheepish smile crossing her features.

“Hoh, it’s fine now, girly. No skin off this old man’s back. And drop that ‘Sir’ business. I’m a Ranger, not some damned knight.”

“Ah…Old habits die hard?” Eavan suggested.

“I suppose so. Now then, I believe you have something for me?”

“Oh, yes, how could I forget!” She exclaimed before reaching into one of the larger pouches sewn onto her cumberbund. From within, she produced a small bound leather book. A journal by the look of things, except that the pages were not bound to the spine but rather loosely held within the leather by old twine.

“Much thanks for this, Eavan. It’s good to have a trusted messenger on hand. Goddess knows that I couldn’t trust Barclay with such a task.”

Eavan seemed to visibly preen under the older man’s words before her face grew a curious look.

“Say, Mattias, where is that little gremlin of yours? I’m surprised he hasn’t already come to challenge me to a duel. Or have you perhaps let the boy loose on this poor unsuspecting world?”

“Oh, Barclay is still in the market. He sought you out but seeing as Levin’s was closed, he took to searching among the guards for ‘half-decent skill’ as he put it. That and,” He then drew from under the cloak’s folds a small tablet of deep violet quartz, rectangular, smooth, and surrounded with woven brass. The piece was strung from a leather string around the old man’s neck, “He lacks a membership card to this little slice of heaven.”
“Flattery won’t get you any deals here, mister,” Anya commented from the side, earning a weary chuckle from Mattias.

“Oh, that sounds much like Barclay. I can only pray that the guards are sensible enough to ignore his idiotic clamor. He may be ten harvests too early to declare me his rival, but I fear what he might do to the less experienced among the guardsman. You’ll be left to bail him out this time, Mattias.”

“Ah, that boy of mine certainly has his issues, but you and Menala would be proud to know he’s at least reached the point where the Young Duchess can trust him on a traveling assignment.”

“Oh, well, that is certainly some manner of progress, I suppose. Though certainly there must’ve been better to send? Rangers are not oft ones for diplomatic matters.” Eavan said.

“Orvis and the Young Duchess, bless her, are stretched thin these days as it is. Thus a few more duties have been tacked onto us more experienced folks. Hopefully, it’ll teach that boy some patience: one way or another. If only Miss Menala were here to keep his temper in check, but I fear that’s as unlikely as you finding Sedodan Wine outside of Caora. The training of a Starfall Mage leaves one with little in the way of respite, I suppose.” Mattias spoke, ending with a soft chuckle at Eavan’s plight.

“Yes, truly, it takes one stubborn bully to keep another in check, it would seem. Though I am curious; why was Levin’s closed?” Eavan asked.

“Oh? I thought you would know, seeing as you arrived before me.” He paused as he spoke, “Of is it that you simply came straight here rather than waiting for me at the apothecary’s?”

Eavan rubbing the back of her neck was all the answer Mattias needed, but she continued anyway. “I may or may not have picked up a second commission on my way here? And seeing as it was the ley Anya or one of her sisters would be here, I thought I’d have it handled?” Eavan slowly replied.

“Ha, I should’ve figured it was something like that.”

“So Levin’s?” Eavan pressed.

“Ah, yes. If I were to guess, I would think it has to do something with the whole lake business.”

“The poising of the pools? I heard of it, but I had thought the matter closed. Some Alfari was convicted, and the matter closed?”

“Aye, that’s how the story goes, but not all seem to believe in such a story. The kin of the convicted sent a notice out, believing she could prove the man innocent. Such a notice reached my hands, but,” He tapped the small brooch on his shoulder, “The town already knowns I’m here, and seeing as I’m on official business, I can’t very well involve myself in such a ruckus.”

“But…I could.” Eavan said.

“Kid…This isn’t some little village scrap. This involves the whole of the Isle. There’s also a chance it's just the misguided notions of over-involved kin. Goddess knows I’ve made the same mistake before.”

“I know, Mattias…But if there’s even a sliver of a hope she could be truthful about her brother’s innocence, I can’t very well sit idly and watch her struggle when I could provide aid to her plight!” She declared.

“Goddess be good; you truly are the spitting image of your Grandfather. Fine. And you admonish Barclay for his stubbornness…A strange group entered the city not too long after myself, lead by Narill.” He paused at her look of confusion, “The convict’s sister. I had noticed a Slyven and Dvardian walking about the town with a few others. They certainly didn’t strike me as a common group, and even if they’re not the ones you’re looking for, they’re probably involved one way or another. They’re sure to stand out. See if you can pick up the trail at Levin’s and god from there.”

“A Sylven and Dvardian pair. Go to Levin’s. Got it. Too easy, Mattias. I won’t let you down! Oh, and Anya,” The merchant perked up at her name, “If any come your way, let them know I was looking for them.” She tossed a pair of coins by way of the trader and began to turn off towards the grove from which she came.

“May the Goddess watch over you, Eavan!” Called Mattias as the form of Eavan rapidly disappeared into the thick woven branches of the grove.

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“Was that wise?” Came Anya’s sweet voice.

“Perhaps not, but she’s got a good heart, that one. Truly, I feel the plight of young Narill, but my station has left me with little to do in ways of helping. Was I a younger man…Well, it’s not worth discussing possibilities. I knew Feyran in passing, and he never struck me as the kind to lie, much less involve himself in such a mess willing. I can’t speak on his sister, but I’ll have to trust her judgment and Eavan’s.”

“I see…I meant more sending her. She seems like a good kid, just a little too forwards.”

“Ah, that is true. But, it’s not as if she’s spent these last twenty harvests of errant roving idly.”

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Powerful leaps from strong legs and trained instincts rapidly pulled Eavan through the grove. What had been the hour or so it took to weave through the many patches of trees and shallow but muddy streams was reduced down to no more than ten or so minutes. Every leap physically pressed into the earth and leaving half foot deep imprints from her boots, and she all but phased from one spot to the other. By the time she had exited from the mangrove and Mongolia trees, she was gasping for breath. While an average distance such as that would do little to exhaust her, the loose terrain and constant changing of direction had left her gassed. Luckily it had been enough to clear the forest and, even more so, reunite her with her companions.

Namely was the large lump of silvery fur resting at the mouth of the grove. It was one of Eavan’s companions, and upon hearing her loud breathing as she existed from the bay, it rose from the comfort of the ground and stood to its full heigh. Easily it was several inches taller than Eavan herself, and the sight of the young Alfari haphazardly throwing her winded body on the back of the mighty beast would surely raise a few eyebrows. Eavan couldn’t care less.

Leaning forward so that their heads were level, she pressed her mouth up towards the ears of the now clearly lupine beast, whispering between haggard breaths.

“Hey, Adahnul, how you doing, boy?”

Adahnul simply whined sharply in response.

“Come now; I was hardly gone two hours. You’ve survived longer without me. Now, remember where Levin’s was? We stopped there last we came to Arboris. He gave you some leftover Dewroot cakes. I need you to take me there. Think you can do that for me, boy?”

In response, all she received was a sharp yap before the beast dashed out towards the residential district with Eavan pressed against its back. It indeed would have made for a most interesting sight of the heavily armed Alfari–at least for an Alfari–bouncing around on the back of an oversized wolf, looking like she had just recovered from a terrible bender on the town. As luck may have had it for the pair, a large majority of the usually vibrant crowds were not present on the streets of the residential district. Even as they entered into the shadow of the Great Oakani and the small bazaar that had been erected came into view, the path to their destination was largely empty. A strange occurrence, but one they were thankful for. Eavan decided that she’d give an offering to Treoir following this ordeal, but it’d have to wait.

Idly, she had noticed a large commission gathering on one of the far enders of the quarter, not far from the little pub she had visited the ley prior when first arriving in the town. A large crowd had gathered to see what was going on, and from where she was, an extensive, distinctly unnatural collection of dirt lay all about—no doubt the work of some Menai Geomancer. Eavan was tempted to take a small gander, as something in her gut called to her that it may be of importance, but she brushed them aside to follow the old Ranger’s advice. Even she knew poking her head into a scuffle like that would cost her valuable time.

By the time she had finished meditating on such a plan of action, Adahnul had already skidded to a halt, nearly dislodging Eavan from his back. She muttered a curse under her breath, soft enough that her companion wouldn’t pick up on it. Not saddling him properly was probably an oversight, but it was far too late to correct it. With practice, albeit shaky, movements, she threw herself from Adahnul’s back, landing softly on the damp ground.

Before Eavan stood a small building blending perfectly with the foliage and flora. Several smaller shrubberies and trees obscured some parts of the building. Yet, just enough was visible still for her to make out the worn sign that listed it as, in fact, being Levin’s Apocathy store. Not wishing to waste any more time, she began to make her way toward the door, one hand on the soft leather grip of a recurve bow in the Caeven Style from the Northern Isles. In the other were three fletched arrows held deftly between the grips of her fingers. Behind her trailed Adahnul.

As she neared the door, she could hear voices speaking in exasperated tones. The exact meaning of the words was lost between the speaker and the thick oak door serving as the entrance. Still, the very presence of voices and one belonging to a passably familiar Alfari only heightened her resolve. As a result, so did the distance of her gait, and she stood before the door within seconds.

Seeing as there was a chance that those behind the door were liable not to be the helpful party she was searching for, Eavan decided to keep her armaments on hand rather than stow them to allow her to open the door. The result was the young Alfari raising a single, powerful leg and kicking in the unlocked door of the herbalist's shop. The response was the door flying rapidly inwards with an ugly groan before slamming against the inside wall it was attached to.

As Eavan lowered her leg, she was granted a fine view of the interior of the herbalist shop–which hadn't changed much since her last visit–and several pairs of eyes all staring at her with a myriad of different expressions. At least those whose faces she could even see. Rather than pay attention to some of the more bewildered expressions, she searched every member present for those Mattias had spoken of. She eventually found them in the form of a large armored man who would only be a Sylven and a small Dvardian woman accompanying them. There was also a Fereni off to the side holding some kind of parchment, but she chose to ignore him, having found her quarry. Before any had a chance to react, she cleared her throat and began to speak.

“I am Eavan O’Bryne, a traveling Courier and Errant Knight. I’ve come on behalf of Mattias of Coilil, friend to Feyran Estoni, to lend aid to your plight and quest for justice!” She declared, puffing her chest out slightly as she stood as tall as possible. A powerful smile leaking confidence like a breaking dam sat on her fair features.

It dropped a second later to become a meek and wry grin as a realization seemed to strike her.

“...If you’ll have me, that is….” Eavan added somewhat subdued at the end, Adahnul nudging her head from behind, his head barely fitting through the door.

[Ceystile]

Tarquin, Great Monster Hunt
Tarquin flashed a smile at Nemina when she came down and joined their little party for breakfast and then threw a wink the alchemist's way when he saw her approach. He was a bit curious when Nemina asked him about the function of the gems on his doublet, but he chalked that up to her being an academic. "Inquisitive bunch, you Consortium types aren't you?" he quipped. "Well, they serve no function at all, really. They're purely decorative and only there because I like sparkle."
Then Braddock spoke, calling him "fun." "A lot of people seem to think that about me, at least until they get annoyed. A doublet's like a jacket without the arm constriction, so business in the front and party in the back type of deal. You can maintain class and kick ass...hey, that rhymed. That could work for a ballad." Tarquin immediately reached for his pack, pulling out parchment and a quill and started to furiously scribble down ideas that were coming to him.

Saffron
Saffron smiled and took Anlolar's arm as they strolled through the city, looking at all the different shops along the way. "Yes, I have three daughters actually. Two of them are nearly grown now but they never stop being your babies...ooh, this place seems lovely!" She gestured toward a shop that had beautiful gowns displayed in the glass window. "I'm actually from Valaran...I know, it's odd because most Shay come from Harush but my folks moved to the Dawning Isle as they had a whole lot more opportunities there. Not very many other Shay around, so the Cindermaws, that's my clan kinds had our own little enclave that spanned about three houses. We mainly stuck together as a lot of other races kind of side-eye us." she said cheerfully as they entered the shop. "Where do you come from if I may ask, surely a lady such as yourself must've had quite spectacular adventures before today?"

Saffron, The Pride
All in all, it had been quite a nice day to relax and make new acquaintances, Saffron knew as the ship sailed them away from the town and toward their next destination that there would be very little of rest and relaxation for the foreseeable future. Though it would be nice to see the ancestral seat again, and her children since they were heading for Avernus. The thought brought a smile to her face, it'd been weeks since she'd seen them in person. Drawing her new navy jacket around her to protect from the sea air, she was interrupted in her musings by a rumble from beneath the ship. "Uh...what in the Isles was that?" she hissed. She looked around to see if anyone else had felt it and judging by the looks of her party mates, they had.

The rumble grew louder and all of a sudden a giant tentacle arced through the air, landing on the ship with a loud *crack* as wood was splintered and bodies were tossed like ragdolls. It was all Saffron could do to move out of the way, and when she was able to get her bearings she was face to face with a monstrous maw, as well as several more tentacles. Her party was rushing to deal with the threat, Saffron reached into her bag and pulled out a marble carving of a fish-like creature, tossing it into the churning waves below. She sighed with some relief when she heard a screech from the monster and a tall white dorsal fin peek out of the water, speeding toward the creature for another bite.


Malory
Malory threw down the archer they were interrogated as if they were a snot rag or something that had personally offended them when Narill came and declared that they should move on. "You're right, we're probably not going to get any information around these parts." Dusting off their robes, they turned to Narill and leaned against the wall, conjuring another flame to light the area that had once again gone dark, seeing as there weren't any plants to provide coldlight in this secluded alley. They turned back to the Alfari woman with the usual cheerful expression they wore, though it was hard to keep up this time, tamping down the sense of urgency welling in their bones. It had been a hell of a fight after all, people were probably wounded.
"Well Boss, where's our next destina..." They gazed at the pendant Narill was holding up with some curiosity. I don't know if I've seen it in any of Lu's books or anything from the Consortium. If I had, it's so long ago that I don't even remember...ugh, what's the point of being book smart if it doesn't help when it counts?!

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Aleish of Velshamir - The Blade of Amaranth

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In spite of the calm - and even stoic to a fault - demeanor he sported normally, the Vantyr swordsman couldn't help himself and let out a hearty chuckle upon hearing Klelane's words. Her explanation of why she had decided to accompany the artifact hunting party on their quest, which would lead them across the sea and into the underworld, left quite a bit to be desired, but at the same time, it was a fitting answer. Indeed, if he considered her actions taking into account the way they had met, with her impulsively wandering into their camp and very nearly sparking a confrontation just because she was hungry and wanted to see the fire... why, it made perfect sense. An adventurous spirit and a spontaneous nature were often good companions after all.

"So, you decided to join our group, wherever it is that we were bound for, because you had nothing to do and were bored? And you thought you would find an adventure if you followed us?" He repeated the same sentiment with quite the amused smile on his face. "Well, I suppose you were not wrong with that last part. I just hope you won't come to regret your decision as we move closer to our destination." He commented, before noticing how the uneven rocking of the ship as it moved across the waves didn't seem to sit well with her - perhaps seasickness was common among the Enkala?

"Although judging by your reaction to, well, the seas... I suspect you may already be regretting it a little." He quipped afterwards.

After that the conversation faded into a not unpleasant silence as Aleish set his gaze on the black waters below as he laid his hands on the ship's rail.

And then an overbearing noise caused Aleish to turn around with a start...

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Not a moment passed after the threat had presented itself and Aleish could see that already his comrades were rising to the task of opposing the Firstborn. Off the corner of his eye he spotted the former Custodian locked in combat against one of the myriad tendrils of flesh and ichor assailing the Pride, seemingly struggling a bit more than he and Grim had, albeit unlike the latter, she had actually manage to outright sever a part of it from its main body - a difficult feat for anyone who lacked aberrant strength or weapons created through Sigrun's guidance. Above them, the Enkala had taken to the skies, using their abilities to fend off the seafaring monstrosity. He needed to avert his eyes as he saw a searing sphere of firelight crash against one of the tentacles fast approaching the ship - the seawater that coated it quickly evaporated into a cloud of steam, with the tentacle retreating quickly afterwards.

"Keep it up!" The man with the serpent's brand shouted at the adventurers under his employ, hoping to encourage them, before running off towards the quarterdeck - one of the beast's tentacles was repeatedly smashing apart the area in a clear attempt to stop anyone who was trying to run the ship while the rest of the crew fought off the monster or prepared the ship's weapons in the lower decks. He could see the barbed tendrils stiffen and writhe every now and then, no doubt thanks to his comrades' and the sailors' efforts, as well as that of the marble crayfish in the sea. Despite the fact that it seemed to feel pain at everything they did, though, the effect seemed to only be momentary. Firstborn were resilient creatures.

Opting to take the most direct route instead of going around and using the stairs, Aleish leapt into the air and grabbed onto the rail of the quarterdeck, hoisting himself up and landing next to a panicked helmsman who held onto the wheel, trying to move out of the way whenever the Firstborn's tentacle smashed itself against the deck and clamoring for Sigrun to safely deliver him to land. Moving past him swiftly, Aleish jumped just as the vicious tendril came crashing down once more, bringing his longsword to bear against the creature's dull grey flesh and sundering it, a spray of yellow ichor coming out before the limb retracted. It did not let up, however, continuing to smash apart the quarterdeck with abandon.

"You're a persistent fiend, aren't you!" The Vantyr swordsman hissed through gritted teeth as he ran up to it. Rather than attempt to cut it off, he stabbed his blade into the very tip of the tentacle and began slicing down its length, splitting it in half across several feet and spilling liters and liters of its sickly ichor onto the wooden floor of the quarterdeck before the longsword finally gave in and snapped at the hilt - the creature's flesh itself was not too durable for mundane steel to cleave through, but the sharp prongs that covered eventually proved too much for a weapon not made with Sigrun's guidance.

Damn it all!

Tossing the hilt of his broken blade aside, Aleish attempted to reach for his dagger, but before he could do so, the same gravely wounded tentacle from before wrapped around him, soaking his clothes in yellow and red as the jagged barbs covering it pressed against his flesh until it ruptured, ichor and seawater mixing with blood and sweat. The dark-haired warrior groaned in pain as he felt both piercing pain and overwhelming pressure, but, unable to reach for his weapons or even make use of his bare hands as the tentacle constricted him, he was left with little options.

As the essence of the fiend from the abyss mixed with his own, however, his curse began to stir. Dark, ancient hunger began to whisper once more.

The ancient power and eldritch might of the tyrannical lords of the abyss. What a gift it would make, Ozarim! Do you not wish to feed?

Aleish attempted to resist, at first. He knew that the curse would take a mile for every inch given, that giving in would only make it harder to resist in the future, something he had experienced many times in the past. And yet, with little other resources to draw upon and the sickening crunch of the ship's wooden frame making for a frighteningly clear omen of what was about to happen to his bones, the Vantyr bit into the Firstborn's wounded tentacle, prongs causing small cuts to appear over his face and neck as he began to devour yellow ichor and grey flesh soaked in seawater.

The feeling of power from feeding on another creature's lifeforce when its heart still beat was exhilarating, but did little to stop the Firstborn - even his newfound strength failed to push the tentacle apart and the pain it felt from mere bites seemed to be fairly minor compared to blades, axes and flames.

It wasn't until an arrow flew true across the tempest of the open sea and struck one of the creature's myriad yellow eyes, causing it to burst in a shower of festering fiend blood, that Aleish was at last released and fell dozens of feet into the ship, the noise of the crash drowned by the din of battle.

Not far from there, a man kicked open the door that led into the lower decks. "Captain, the Manticores are ready!" He shouted. Jumping over a sweeping tendril, Grim turned to look at him, and then to the beast that was tearing apart her ship - by this point the Pride had fully turned east, which meant that the port side was facing the Firstborn, just as intended. Moreover, the monster had retracted many of its tendrils to protect its eyes from further attacks.

The timing couldn't have been more opportune.

"FIRE!" She shouted, and the order was repeated by the officer standing at the door, then spread throughout the lower decks. All at once, several ballistae fired massive darts through the portholes on the side of the ship, tearing through several of the Firstborn's tentacles. A few of the projectiles even went so far as to embed themselves inside the creature's mouth or pierced through more of its eyes, creating a massive yellow stain in the waters below.

"Yes!" Grim cried out as she saw the damage caused by the volley - already several of the tentacles constricting the ship had retreated, though some yet remained. She ran back to the officer. "Tell the men to reload and then fire at will. A little more and we may be able to scare this monster away!" She told him, and he immediately set out to fulfill said order. Truth be told, she didn't know if this was a false hope to lead her on or something to truly hold onto, but for the captain of the Pride of Eldengard, there was no other way to act. No way but to stand defiant until the bitter end.

After that, Grim made her way to the quarterdeck and offered Aleish a helping hand. The fallen Vantyr took it with perhaps more force than necessary and looked up at the white-haired sailor with bared, bloodied teeth. In response, she simply scoffed.

"Look, you saved my helmsman, so I'm going to let that slide, but you should save that for the giant monster that's trying to kill us all." She remarked.

Aleish closed his eyes and shook his head, as if to shake off the influence of his curse and return to his usual collected self. As he looked back up at Grim, his deep crimson eyes seemed to lack a certain glow that they had a moment earlier. "Sorry. Being a Vantyr is a tricky business sometimes." He said, releasing Grim's hand and bowing his head in appreciation before looking around. "How is the ship?"

"The hull has taken quite a beating but as long as that thing doesn't take out the main mast I think we should be able to at least reach land once we scare it away." She explained. "We just have to keep fighting those damned tentacles while the weapons crew reloads the Manticores. Think you can do that?"

Aleish simply wiped the ichor from his mouth. "This is not the first giant monster I have fought. Fate willing, it will not be the last."

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Inti Erdonai - The Fall Guy

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Hearing that they would need to head back to the herbalist's workplace in order for him to analyze the sample provided, Inti simply nodded and then snapped his fingers before quickly conveying through gestures that they would not be spotted by anyone outside of their group, before picking up his weapons. Having thusly averted another somewhat uncomfortable ride on Puck's arm-powered mechanical contraption, the Feren bard was content to follow the taller members of the group - Artorius and Levin - as they led the way back to the shop. Thanks to his little spell, the path there was devoid of issues, despite the fact that there were a handful of guards on the way, as they simply couldn't spot the party while they moved around in plain view.

The walk back to Levin's shop wasn't long, and once they had arrived, Inti dropped the illusion and made himself busy by checking over some nearby papers while the herbalist did his job. Much as he expected, there wasn't anything too useful to be learned from them - they were mostly recipes on different minor healing concoctions, notes on different orders made recently, and lists of ingredients needed to restock the shop. Fortunately Levin didn't take too long to finish examining the sample of poison, the 'Rot Water' as he called it. Inti had heard the name in passing a few times, always in connection to some tragedy or heinous act, though this was the first time he found himself with any idea of what it truly was or what it could do.

Levin continued to grumble about all the trouble that the poisoning incident had caused him, talking about how he would have to skip town for a while. Inti simply nodded along without much interest as he took back the vial of poison when the herbalist handed it over - while his help had been very useful, the blond bard couldn't help but feel that the old man had a penchant for being too dramatic.

Then again, he had been arrested by the city guard just a few minutes ago. Perhaps he was judging him too harshly.

Before he could ponder the matter any further, the door went flying open with a resounding kick. Inti turned around immediately, wondering if they had been somehow discovered and the guards had returned to finish what they started - but he was fortunately mistaken. It was an Alfar at the door, yes, but a woman. She was easy on the eyes, but seemed to be a few spokes short of a wheel - she had come to offer her help in Narill's endeavor to prove her brother's innocence, but the way she went about it was about as subtle as a reclamation.

Rather than try to initiate a dialogue with the newcomer through gestures or words, the Feren illusionist quickly walked up to Eavan, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her further into the shop before closing the door behind her, hoping he hadn't aggravated the oversized wolf outside by shutting it out. Then, for good measure, he snapped his fingers once more, so that they would not be seen or heard if any more unexpected guests arrived.

With proper precautions taken, he leaned against the door and let out a sigh. From what little he had been able to see of the streets outside thanks to Adanhul blocking the way, it didn't seem like many people had noticed. Certainly there didn't seem to be guards around, which was a relief.

Turning his attention back to Eavan, he conjured another note, written in exquisite calligraphy, with a little hand flourish, offering it to her afterwards.

Inti Erdonai, pleased to meet you. One of these two will explain our current situation I'm sure.

[Finland SSR]

The Fall Guy

The Fall Guy
Raggar of Tughlut

Raggar was not shocked by the Dvar assassin's sudden decision to apparently cast a spell which led to his own demise. Surprised, sure, that wasn't something you see every day - but, the Shay's initial reaction was one of relief. Both archers were already out of the way, so, the problem solved itself, and they can take an easier breath.

He sheathed his sword, unfazed by Narill's apprehension about killing someone she did not mean to - and briefly paid attention to Aivaras and the captured archer, until it became clear that getting any information from him was a dead end as well. There was nothing left to do but loot the dead and move on.

Raggar sent a light knock across the head of the archer whom Malory had pinned down to push the man to the ground, then swiftly looted his pockets for any valuables. He did the same for the second archer, whom Narill's pet had knocked down, and kept anything valuable that he might have found for himself. After all, having attacked a few innocent adventurers, these men signed their fates to crime, and it is no crime to seize the belongings of criminals.

"Right. Hope the rest aren't doing worse than us," he answered Narill. "Does anything that Dvar guy told you give any clue? Or is it just... nonsense?"

[Audunia]

The Blade of the Bear

The Blade of Amaranth

This sailing gig was a decent one, Karhu had reasoned to himself. He enjoyed the sea, having grown up on the coast and spent many a ley sailing it, either in hunt or in war, so being paid to do so seemed the only natual choice. He'd boarded about three blanks passed, fresh off quest that requiring the slaying of some murderous beast that had taken some nobles daughter, all the fairytale stuff. He smiled at the memory, finger reaching up to the tooth that now dangled upon his necklace among with an assortment of other trophies, be it monstorous or otherwise. Captain Grim had offered him a contract worth a blank for the basic jobs, nothing to glamorous, and he'd taken it, figuring he'd get off at the next stop.

Only issue was, none of their stops had jobs worth his attention, so he had reboarded and continued to work for Grim. Easy and secure enough, but hardly the employment for a Madir who sought to be the greatest hero spawned by the snow-covered island. He'd kept that part quiet, of course, he imagined the mockery might get to the point where it'd have to be settled with fists and he had not intention of causing too much of a disturbance of this vessel. Leave that for shore leave.

Still, this most recent bunch of passengers were by far the strangest ones he had encountered. Some Vantyr, Enkala's, one of those Custodians from Amalur, and even Shayits. "If you added a tavern, you'd have a set up for a joke" he had quipped to his fellow crew to a hearty reply of laughs and chuckles. However, something about it felt off, you'd expect the lot of them to be at each other's throats by now, not pottering about the deck in conversation with each other. He figured the end of days were likely upon them if it was forcing these lot of natural enemies to get along. He considered it akin to the Vilden and the Marden suddenly uniting instead of spilling each others blood.

Shrugging, he glanced out at the dark void that was the Ebony Sea, admiring it for a moment, before returning to his work. Dealing with the rigging was a tedious job, leaving his hands annoying covered with rope burn no matter how calloused they'd become. He'd just finished a particularly troublesome knot when the most curious sound rung out. Deep and hollow, his ears perked up as it echoed its way into his ears, feeling it throb down his spine in the most uncomfortable fashion, he straightened out reflexively. Casting his eyes about the deck he saw the Captain and one of the passengers shout at one another, whilst the rest of the deck crew looked around in the same manner he was. Confused and unsure of what they'd just heard. He stood up, feeling his belt become heavy as his blade was summounded to him, hand hovering cautiously over the hilt as he looked about. From horizon to horizon, he couldn't see anything even with his Madir vision. Something was definitely off. His unvoiced concerns were answered immediately, as he was thrown backwards. He landed with a grunt, his back and arse protesting at this sudden , if subtle, pain. He pushed himself to sit, as a loud thud sounded close to him. His head shot towards to sound, seeing the broken body of Kian, the one who he still owed two crowns from cards that had been working in the crows nest. He frowned, a dishonourable way to go, but he hoped the gods might show the man some mercy.

He saw the reactions of the crew looking beyond the body and Kian and followed them, meeting the many putrid yellow eyes of some great sea beast. Firstborn he thought to himself, feeling his body rush with war-wanting, a smile creeping onto his lips. Now this was a beast worthy of slaying! As he rose to his feet, the many tendrils and tentacles seemed to rise with him, he felt insigificantly small next to this beast, and he had no doubt this beast would secure at least one or two bard tales about his legend. He drew his blade, relishing the scrape of metal against the pitch black of the unadorned scabbard. It was said that Madir blades were impossibly sharp and the envy of the Dvarda, what better being to test that myth than against one of the Firstborn?

The beast moved quickly, its tendrils and tentacles striking the ship like a snake attacks its prey. He heard wood groan and crack as it shattered whilst men screamed, he ducked quickly to avoid the raging tendril that took the top half of the man behind him clear off. Certainly a beast of great strength! His sword answered just the same, leaving a might gash across the limb of the next tendril that shot past him, recoling painfully as a wash of yellowed ichor spew from it, dropping the crew it had gripped so vervently previously.

"Run, boy, get below decks, Argaster will have need of you!" he shouted over the noise, though he was certain the boy heard him as he scampered quickly to Argaster, one of the officers below decks. He again struck with his sword, engaging in a fatal dance with the tentacles that came close to him, the water that covered the deck causing him more hindrance that he would have wanted, its cold chill overpowered by the raw intesity of the battle-rush. He cherish this feeling, feeling its warmth clench him tightly and power his movements. The world seemed to slow, allowing him to see where to be for the most advantagous strike. As he plunged his blade deep into a tentacle, feeling it slice along the meat of it as it withdrew, he risked a look about. He saw those that had boarded recently display some martial prowess of their own, holding their own for the most part.

His brief sojourn into admiration was ended quickly as he felt the wind forced out of him, feeling himself be flung backwards and coming to an undignified stop amongst a collection of barrels. He pressed his hand against his wound, fighting for every breath. Wiggling his hand beneath his tunic, he let out a prayer of thanks to the gods above that it had not drawn blood, but he knew a mighty bruise would hang around their for quite sometime.

He shakily brought himself to his feet, anger rising within him. Who was this beast to strike him? The greatest warrior born of Tregal would not be dishonoured so, he spat out a vile curse to the beast, one that even the cruelest soothesayer of his home would shudder at. He spoke of the eternal torment the beast would face, forever barred from the Eternal Gates, both he and his progeny, forever doomed to remain in the Mists of Mithreillier. His grip tightened around his blade as he did so, fixing his eye on the beasts own putrid ones. He would rip them out himself if he had to, he roared into the chaos as the Manticores launched their projectiles. He grab a discarded spear, unsure of who it was bonded to.

"I am Karhu, son of Queen Medb of Kael, I will taste your blood this day and your spirit will cease to be free!" he roared his challenge, throwing the spear with what momentum he could at one of its uncovered eyes, his hands shaking with anger as the spear flew from his grasp.

[Theyra]

Aivaras Kvaselis - Last Watcher - The Fall Guy

Aivaras let out a big sigh as he down at the ground before looking at the captured archer. "This better not be a repeat with you ." Saying with it as a warning as he looked straight at the archer's eyes. Letting the archer go and backed off. Watching as the archer takes off and run from the group. Watching the apparent dead end run from sight and he put his knife away. Well, he guessed it was a good thing that whoever framed Narill's brothers thought that this group of assassins could kill them. Since they failed without inflicting a single casualty. Granted they have no leads now, only signs of battle and a brush with death. Letting out another sigh.

Turning back to the group, he noticed that Raggar was looting both the dead and the unconscious. Which Aivaras was not against, these men did try to kill them. So whatever they had on them is forfeit. He choose not to join Raggar in the looting. One was enough, and simply walked over to Narill and before he could say a word. She held out a pendant and spoke about seeing how the other group went.

"That might be useful, and yeah. We should see how the others are and see what they found. Hopefully, they did not run into the same trouble or worse." At least they found something that might lead them to whoever is behind this. Whoever they are.

[Tomia]

Anlolar, Erisen

Anlolar was a little surprised when Saffron took her arm. She wasn't very used to physical contact but decided to go along with it. "I'm sorry for assuming, I've never come across any Shay in the city. I can understand feeling out of place though. I often get more attention than I desire." She mentioned as they entered the shop. It was an elegant and well kept place, with walls lined with expensive looking fabrics. Wooden racks lined across the room with a number of dresses, tunics, and other forms of clothing spread out neatly.

"Hello there!" A voice called out from behind a counter. It was an attractive middle aged Menai woman with clear dark skin and braided hair going past her shoulders. "My name is Amera, just let me know if you need anything!" She called out sweetly as the two entered the store. The Enkala nodded at the woman's direction as she followed Saffron's lead in browsing. "Honestly my life isn't nearly as exciting as you might expect. I was born and raised in the monastery on Tregal. I was raised by the priests and priestesses there, and trained to hone my powers. Once I was old enough I started traveling. I mostly stay in towns that are experiencing hard times, trying to ease their misery. Sometimes I wonder what it'd be like to settle down, have a family..." She veered off and blushed furiously as she realized she was over sharing. "Anyway, what brings you on this trip if your family is back in the capital?"

Anlolar, the Pride

Having rescued as many as she could, the Enkala had turned to attempting to annoy the creature with blasts of fire. Seeing the state of the ship however, she realized they needed to focus on the strikes of the tentacles that were threatening to rip the ship apart. She thus took to the air once more, raising her blade and slashing down at one of the nearest tentacles. She saw Aleish nearby the captain, similarly engaged. "Aleish! Let us strike together!" She called, flying towards him and bringing her blade down on the tentacle nearest him, hoping their combined strikes would be more effective.

The Great Monster Hunt

"We're off to our deaths of course." Shetal replied sarcastically to Shelazen. "We move by land for two days and then another two by sea and then the real adventure begins."

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Once their whole party arrived ready for the ley, they made their way out of the city. Those who desired horses and had the money to purchase them did so as the group moved beyond the city's gates and headed south down the Val road towards the southern most coast. After about two days of travel they arrived at the small fishing town of Lott. Braddock was of course as friendly and conversational as ever on the road, happy to share tales of his exploits in battle to whoever would want to hear them. Shetal was more guarded, willing to talk and make conversation, but careful what information she shared, wanted to make sure their friendly band hadn't been infiltrated by those that might want them dead.

When they arrived to the town of Lott it was clear it was an unremarkable place, a collection of wooden buildings surrounded by farm land for the most part. It held a surprisingly large port however, clearly the home of a number of fishing vessels that sailed off the coast of the island.

They arrived just as striding did, and Shetal led the group to the only tavern in town. "We won't be staying long, but get a meal if you can afford it. We have a long ship ride ahead." Shetal told the group as they entered town. They were getting a few looks as they were a strange collection of individuals. Braddock turned to Tarquin next to him, but spoke loudly enough to be over heard. "Hey, got any money on you? I spent all mine on booze back in the capital."

Meanwhile Shetal made her way to the docks, where a fairly large ship was docked. In front of the ship stood a portly dwarven man, not the type you would expect to manning a ship but he stood confidently in front of the ship. "You Shetal? We ready to set off? Can't believe you convinced me to take you on this ride." She offered a toothy grin.

"Yes, I'm Shetal. You must be Tovil? We've just arrived, ready to sail off soon. Is your crew ready to take us?"

"Always my dear, can't understand why the hell you want to go to that shit island but I'll get you there and back assuming that last one is necessary."

"Just sail for us Tovil, we'll take care for the other part."

"Aye aye, as long as you got the coin."

After a little while of inspecting the ship and making sure everything was right for a two day journey, Shetal returned to the tavern looking for the group. "Alright, we've got our ship. It'll be crowded and we'll have to share space but we'll make it work. Our next stop is Siderat, so let's get to it." She told them, leading them back to the ship that was far larger than the fishing boats around it. It was a small single mast sloop, and seemed like it had seen better days. The crew that was currently preparing it to sail were as motley as the crew they were preparing to transport.

"All aboard! Get your shit settled down below and get comfortable. We have two rocky leys at sea ahead of us." Tovil called to the crew as he stepped aboard his ship.

[The Republic of Atria]

The Great Beast Hunt

A night a revelry at a bar was nice. Ironically, the drunker the spirit became, the more control he was able to exert, which led him becoming more coherent and quiet the more he drank. Then the night came he he went to sleep. To him, sleeping was strange, always a strangely lucid dream where he saw the "other person" he was forced to share the body with. It seemed content in it's desire to find things to kill and kill them while he watched it's fantasies play out. Usually some horrifying monster and it smashing it with their shared hammer while he watched. He was Madren, and felt the call to battle, but he also felt that if he gave into it just a little too much, he'd lose it.

The next Ley came up and Braddock, at least he assumed awoke them all by smashing on their respective doors which snapped the pair out of their slumber. He wasn't lying so much in the bed as he was just kind of splayed out on. He was also larger than the bed itself with his feet dangling off the edge, even with his head against the headboard. Nevertheless he rolled off the bed with a thud and climbed to his feet.

He got out and met the party as they were heading out. He spotted two people, the Shayit and the magical lightning woman from the day prior asking about the monster they'd be hunting, at which they were almost suspiciously vague about. Something about the south having people head there and not return. He wasn't the smartest man on the Chain, and even he knew that there could be any reason for people disappearing. Ranging from just simply being lost, thorough bandits, wildlife, and possibly a monster. This made him just a bit warier about the whole trip, but that wasn't going to stop him. The spirit was promised violence, and it was going to get it one way or another.

Eventually they got to the boat, which was smaller than he expected, but supposedly it was only a few leys to get there, and half of it was by boat. "Just don't punch a hole in the hull. This piece of junk looks like it's being held together by prayers and tar."

As the boat took off, Sebastian made his way to the front of the sloop and stared out into the icy black waters. "THE CALL OF THE VOID IS UPON US! SCREAM THE SONG OF THE WATER!" He shouted, and then began to, loudly and offkey, sing a sea shanty.

[Absolon-7]

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Artorius - Chapter 1: The Fall Guy

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It was quite risky going back to the herbalist's shop so soon. Those guards could come back at any moment so Artorius wished to suggest some alternative but any such action would just be wasting more time so he shrugged and followed along the herbalist back to the shop to analyze the poison. Artorius took a chair near the herbalist and his equipment so he could see the process which he found fascinating. In short it was something called "Rot Water" and it had quite adverse necrotic affects and it had an origin in Aratosh. Artorius looked sternly on at the herbalist for shooing them away so quickly as if they where mere pests. Granted they where strangers but gratefulness had its place.

"We'll leave soon then. Well met, Levin. I thank you for your help," stated Artorius tilting his head in respect. However, the sound of the door slamming wide open with a thud made Artorius lash out by sliding out his sword and pointing it at the new arrival's neck. Fortunately for the Alfar woman, her stopping to explain herself made him instinctively lower his sword down. Inti had taken the lead in shutting the door and pulling the girl further in away from prying eyes. Artorius could only sigh at what could've only attracted more attention to their group.

"Foolish child," scoffed Artorius sheathing his sword, "Barging in like so at the wrong group could've ended with your head elsewhere from your body...as for having you join us that will be up to our employer. In any case if you're sent on behalf on her brother's friend I'd imagine they'd be grateful to know we've just hid a lead and are about to head back to Narill. The poisoning of the pools had its origin in Aratosh it seems. For now, however, come along but no more grand entrances like that."

Artorius walked forward to lead them all to the door but stopped one last time, "Let us go meet up Narill now. Every moment counts before our luck runs out here."

[Indo-pasif archipelago]

The Howler and The Blade
Upon The Pride of Eldengard

Damn it, Maka thought as another wave rocked The Pride. As the crew left Erisen, Maka had spent most of his time clutching his own stomach as wave after waves crashed onto the ship and sent Maka to another trip of vertigo. While his little village had plenty fishermen, Maka himself rarely crossed the open sea. To be so helpless and under the mercy of the ocean, confined to the limit of your vessel, with no way out if anything happens to you on it. The sea was rough, dark, and foreboding. He had never had any interest in it, or view it as anything but something to be stayed away as far away as possible. Not being a particularly good swimmer certainly did not make him feel better about it. Maka hated the water, and he had no intention to swim in one anytime soon.

Another strong wave struck the ship. Powerful enough to throw Maka of his feet and sent him stumbling down . It was followed with an unnatural silence blanketing the whole ship. Maka's heart was racing. Something was wrong, and his whole instinct blared like an alarm, warning him of the impending doom that about to unfold. Then, the whole ship shook. A roar more primal than the spirit of the eldest Vilden. Things had just really gone south for the crews of The Pride. Maka bolted towards the open deck, only to see large tentacles squirming, trying to bring the whole ship down. He could barely duck for it when a tentacle swept in from above and threw some of the crewman overboard. Some of them managed to caught themselves on a net attached to the ship's starboard, while the one who fell into the sea managed to evade the creature's attention as they swam back towards the ship.

Maka looked over at the struggling crewmembers hanging on the net. He had to help them back in, somehow. Fastening himself to a rope tied to the rails, Maka jumped over the board to reach the crews. "Hey you," Maka shouted to one of the hanging shipcrew, "Grab my hands, I'll throw you back in." He threw the first guy, pushed the other two, and just before he could do more, the whole ship shook as the tentacle splashed itself into the water and sent a tidal wave at the ship. The Firstborn was raging in pain as an arrow shot one of its eyes while another chunk of itself were stabbed by the Manticores.

While it had been a good thing, the Firstborn's flailing tentacles on the aftermath had swung the ship enough to throw Maka off his balance, and he now left hanging on one of his leg upside down on the side of the ship. He could swung his axe at the rope, cutting himself free, but it would mean falling into the deep dark water below. But hanging like this, he would be a burden at best, and an easy target at worst.

Maka hated the water, and he had no intention to swim in one anytime soon.

But swimming was looking better than death.

With a swung of his axe, Maka was free. The deer-man fell for a heartbeat or two before salt water hit him in his head and filled his nostrils. Instinctively, he hold his breath, as water and darkness and cold surrounded him from all side. Somewhere in the dark, the many tentacles of The Firstborn coiled and turned underneath the water.

Maka moved towards the air. With a stroke he broke through the surface, and in another stroke he took a deep breath of air. The fight went on without him. Above him the Enkal warrior flew around and fought the tentacles while the ship prepared another shot at the abyssal beast. Maka noticed that if it went on further, the ship might split and sunk, and he might as well accept his fate. He had to help something. The mundane steel and iron wont slash through the beast thick scale, so his axe was out of the question. He could probably fight him with his Gift, but he could not risk siccing his Hunger at his teams. Not to mention that brute strength won't be much help fighting a Firstborn in the middle of the ocean, and Fate knows when he would return to control afterwards. Then he remembered how the arrow could pass through its eyes with ease. Its scale and prongs might have been steel, but inside its as soft as any squid.

Fighting his own urge to flee, Maka swam haphazardly towards the leviathan. He reached close enough to one of its tentacle as he hold on to one of its many prongs. He hold on with all the strength he could muster as the tentacle swung and shook and flailed violently, until it put its tentacles right on top of one of its many eyes. Maka let his hold go. As arrows and ballista were shot around him, Maka turned himself into a projectile, targeting straight at the creature's eyes. With one axe to each hands, Maka tried to slash its eyes and deal more damage against The Firstborn.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Aleish of Velshamir - The Blade of Amaranth

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Without even questioning the words spoken, as soon as he heard Anlolar's voice, Aleish turned to look at her and ran towards the target she was attacking. Her slash caused the slippery tentacle to let out a spray of yellow, though it was no more effective than the swipes many other sailors made at the tentacles - enough to draw blood, but not enough to truly do harm, let alone sever it. And yet, the jerking motion the tentacle made after receiving the Enkal's attack brought it close enough to the quarterdeck for Aleish to draw both of his remaining blades and stab them into the creature's leathery flesh. This gave him a firm enough grip on the appendage to keep it close by, his strength only barely able to compete against the creature's for the time being.

"Slice it off!" He shouted as he struggled to stand firm, not wanting to lose his footing and get flung about by the tentacle. Not a moment afterwards, Grim ran past, having followed unbeknownst to him, and brought her Sigstál saber down with a mighty overhead slash, the heavy blade slicing deep into the appendage, but failing to sever it altogether. Undeterred, the ashen-haired Madir withdrew her weapon, cutting deeper before pulling it free. Then, in the same motion, she brought it back down with another heavy slash, and this time she felt as it became partially stuck into the wooden, bloodstained floor of the quarterdeck - this second slash had fully severed the top of the tentacle, leaving it writhing on the floor as Aleish pulled his blades free.

"Good job." The Vantyr Swordsman nodded in the captain's direction, breathing heavily after the struggle. Grim simply shrugged.

"Oh it was nothing. Thought you could use a hand." She said nonchalantly before glancing in Anlolar's direction as she landed, clearing her sword of yellow ichor with a flick of the wrist. "Your friend's pretty good too." The captain stated, to which the Enkal woman simply replied with a brief nod.

The moment of respite was short-lived. Though there were very few of the Firstborn's tentacles left harassing the Pride, the monstrosity from the abyss suddenly let out a furious roar, a cavernous scream which bore the sound of a mountain collapsing upon itself. The seas themselves shivered as they bore witness to its fury. Not only had several of its tentacles been damaged or cut off altogether at this point - several of its eyes had been pierced, by arrow, spear, bolt and axe - by the son of Queen Medb and the Howler in the Dark alike. The creature angrily swept Maka away with one of its appendages, sending him flying away into the sea, and then burrowed underneath the waves once more, a whirlpool briefly appearing on the surface of the water.

As Aleish approached the rail of the ship's starboard to appraise the situation, he saw this and his eyes immediately went wide with the realization of what was about to happen. "CLOSE THE PORTHOLES!" He shouted as he leaned over the side of the ship, to no avail - the warning had come too late, and soon another jet of water blasted at the ship's hull, except this time it swept across the side, pushing away the Manticores and flinging sailors against the opposing end of the ship, leaving the weapons crew in disarray. After witnessing all of this, Aleish turned back to the others, shaking his head.

"I don't think we can count on the Manticores to scare off the Firstborn anymore." He stated. That was enough for Grim to guess what happened.

"The foul beast is smarter than we thought, it seems." She spoke, an expression on her face befitting of her name as she thought on her next course of action. Suddenly an idea seemed to reach her, and she turned to Anlolar with a resolute look. "You, Enkal! Come with me." And before the Lady of Mercy was able to protest, the captain grabbed her by the hand and led her through the door that led into the lower decks, a plan hatching in her head.

Aleish did not pay them any mind. He had turned back to the Firstborn that had now resurfaced, its tentacles once more creeping underneath the surface of the water as they approached the ship to renew their efforts at tearing it apart. As he observed it and the surrounding waters, he saw something. To anyone else, it would have been but a speck in the horizon, but thanks to his exceptional eyesight he could clearly see Maka on the surface of the open sea, struggling to keep afloat. Without a second thought, the Vantyr swordsman leapt into the waves below - normally he would not risk himself to save a hired hand, knowing that they were aware of the risks when they took the job, but something told him that this time, he could save him. And as he found himself near-effortlessly shot towards his target underneath the surface of the water, he was inclined to agree.

After about a minute, the captain of the Pride of Eldengard and the Lady of Mercy emerged from the lower decks, the former holding her saber in one hand and a bag of gleaming crystals in the others. Without either of them speaking a word to anyone else, they promptly took to the skies, Anlolar holding Grim by the waist as her wings beat furiously to overcome the prevailing winds and the watery mist that had formed due to the Firstborn's unorthodox attacks.

"You aren't as heavy as the others I've had to carry out of the water." Anlolar noted. Rather than accept it as a compliment or let it be, Grim scoffed.

"Well, yes, I would hope so!" She replied curtly, confusing the winged woman.

The two had other things to deal with, however, and promptly turned their focus to the massive creature of the depths below them. This close, the sheer scale of the beast became far more apparent - the true length of its body was hard to determine, with most of it underwater still, but from what Grim could see, the beast's maw was easily large enough to devour the Pride whole so long as the masts were taken down, and in a frightening realization the ashen-haired Madir began to suspect that perhaps this was what the monster had been trying to do all along. That didn't matter now, however - if everything went according to plan, then they wouldn't have to worry about any giant maws or tentacles anymore, for the time being at least.

Before long the two were flying just above the Firstborn's mouth, a dozen sickly yellow eyes fixed upon them. Tapping Anlolar's foot with the flat side of her saber to let her know to stop moving and instead float in place, Grim looked down at the gaping maw that seemed to be an abyss upon itself, lined with rows and rows of massive jagged teeth, and dropped the bag of crystals into it. Then, she raised her saber in front of her.

"O Sigrun, Warrior Priestess of the North, Prophetess of War and Justice, lend me thy aid to smite this enemy!" She said, before pointing the tip of her blade down at the crystals, just as they fell into the creature's mouth. Immediately a bolt of lightning shot forth from the blade and, as soon as it hit the bag, a massive explosion was set off, blowing off a large portion of the Firstborn's maw and causing it to writhe in agony before retreating underwater. Though it was difficult to see anything through the smoke, she soon noticed a huge trail of yellow staining the black seas as it headed towards deeper waters. Judging by the trail, it was moving in the direction of Tregal, which meant they'd have little to worry about while heading for the strait.

"Thank Sigrun that worked." Grim breathed out in relief, sheathing her saber before looking down at her handiwork. Those had been precious resources she spent, but at least she managed to avoid losing her ship. Looking up at Anlolar, she smiled. "Now, how about you take us back to the ship, Wings?" She asked. Just like Aleish, the golden-clad Enkala had earned herself her very own unimaginative nickname.

Meanwhile, Aleish had managed to reach the fallen Vilden, grabbing a hold of him to help him stay afloat. "Don't worry, you'll live another day." The Vantyr said before moving back towards the ship - Maka was a heavy fellow, but his strength was more than enough to compensate. The dark whispers in his head breathed into his ear to taste the Howler's flesh and leave him for dead, but he ignored them to the best of his ability as he swam back to the Pride.

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Shelazen Menelith - The Great Monster Hunt

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The past two leys had been less than pleasant for the eccentric wandering scholar who had somehow been invited along on the quest to slay the great beast of Siderat. The first waking hadn't been too bad - her concoction allowed her to power through on precious few hours of sleep and the Shay bard's flirtations made for a more than welcome diversion, especially since Shetal seemed to be as apathetic as ever. The rest of that and the following ley however, the long walks, short rests, and the constant weight of the padded wooden chest in which she carried her many resources and few personal belongings caused her to feel rather miserable. Normally she would find ways to make things easier on herself, but, short on cash as she was and with little rapport with any of the strangers alongside which she had embarked on this journey - especially the two leaders - there was little she could do.

Things went significantly better for her as the group reached the fishing settlement of Lott. As she had learned a long time ago, little backwater villages like this one were always in need of medicine and other such resources, which made it a simple matter to sell some of her wares to the local inhabitants, which gave her enough money to pay for a hearty meal and a stiff drink for herself at the local tavern. It wasn't long until Shetal returned to the tavern to tell the group to board the ship, and the alchemist spared a little more coin to have someone carry her chest on board on her behalf.

Once on board, she cleared her throat to catch the attention of the others. "Alright, I know I'm not the one who gets to set rules around here, but it's a simple one and it's important. That chest with the red circle painted on it? No one touches it, no one opens it. I'm not responsible if it blows up in someone's face and if someone goes and breaks something inside I expect compensation, some of that stuff isn't cheap." She declared as she stood in the middle of the rather small ship with her arms crossed, clearly going for a stern look although her height and frame hardly made her look intimidating.

Her demeanor changed as she noticed the mentally challenged giant of a man walk up to the bow of the ship and begin merrily singing a song. She smiled wide under the hood that obscured her face. "Oh, hey, I know that one! My father sang it with a drunk old sailor once when we were traveling together." She commented before scurrying over to the bow, standing next to Sebastian and taking a deep breath before singing along in a surprisingly deep voice.

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Inti Erdonai - The Fall Guy

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It wasn't long after Eavan's entrance that Artorius took charge once again and informed the newcomer that her request to join the party would have to be accepted or rejected by Narill herself, as she was the one in charge of their operation. And with that, the group was about to be off once again, leaving the herbalist to his devices and taking word of what they had discovered back to their leader. Nodding at Artorius, the blond Feren bard glanced at Eavan and gestured at her to tag along with them. Then, with a playful wink, he snapped his fingers and he was gone. Another illusion to keep himself concealed from the senses of others, to be seen through solely by those that, much like he did, possessed the rare gift of true sight.

Having properly hidden himself, Inti began silently trailing behind Artorius. There would be more time to fraternize once they were away and safe.

[Tomia]

The Fall Guy

Narill looked contemplative at Raggar's question. "I doubt it means nothing but I can't be certain... That language is familiar to me, but this crest is not. We'll need to see what the others have found to be sure." She told him. "Come on, let's get out of here." They thus began the walk back to the outskirts of the city, up out of the caverns and into the dim light of the surface. There the other group was waiting for them. "Well met friends, were you able to meet with Levin? Did he give you anything useful? Our meeting was fruitful if perilous. We were attacked an assassin who seemed to want me dead. He said little but he had this crest on his person." She said holding it up to the group that had met with the herbalist. "Does this mean anything to anyone? I'm pretty well travelled myself but I've never seen this kind of crest. I fear it means this assassin might be part of a larger group."

"Well met," said Artorius as he tipped his head in respect, "That sounds perilous indeed. Fortunately all we had on our end was trickery of some guards. We had favorable results if a bit vague. We met Levin and with his help it was deduced that the poison that tainted the pools is called Cyrinis, or Rot Water. A trademark of the criminals of Aratosh due to its necrotic effects." Artorius stopped his explanation to take a closer look at the crest but any meaning eluded him, "It may be familiar but I cannot say more."

Narill once again looked pensive at this, patting at her Tiger's ears aimlessly. "Well, its clear to me where we must go then. The man who tried to claim my life spoke a familiar language to me. It's used by thieves and scoundrels in underground circles of the isles. If this poison comes from Aratosh then I know who we need to speak to and where we need to go. We must go see the Vipers of the Capital, the snakes of the underground. It'll be a long journey and it might be more than you all have signed up for, but we have to travel to the city of Aratosh."

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After the course of the party was set and their destination became clear, they took a day to collect themselves and prepare for the long journey ahead. Narill had decided to lead the group through the underground rather than travel by sea. The tunnels were often perilous, but she was quite familiar with them and knew what risks to take and which not to. Their journey would take a week's time of traveling on foot, during that time Narill found herself distant from the rest of the group. She spoke little other than to give instructions and guidance when needed during travel. It was clear that Narill was contemplating what was to come and the surprising events that had already come to past. She spent most of the time at the side of her protective tiger who watched over her with a sense of calm readiness. Finally after a week of underground travel they emerged in outside the city of Aratosh. It was a city Narill was familiar with but that familiarity bred distain rather than comfort. It was a place of industry and unkind hearts. Where people were as like to cheat you as to aid you. She led the group through the south gate to a inn she was familiar with. It was a nice and well kept looking place, giving it a family atmosphere. An older Alfari woman stood at the front of a bar, a welcoming smile on her face.

"Hello dear, you're big group aren't ya? How can I help you?"

"We need as many rooms as you can offer." Narill said, placing ten gold pieces onto the table as the woman's smile brightened. "Well that can be arranged. We're pretty much empty right now. The second floor is yours." Narill nodded gratefully before turning back to her group. It was about tempering at this point as the light from the city's plants were dimming. "We're staying here for the night. Tomorrow we seek out the snakes. Take this time to eat, explore the city, whatever you want. But be ready for anything tomorrow." She told the group. Her tiger now followed her inside and the woman behind the bar looked at him warily. "He's trained, and I'll pay for any damages he causes." She comforted and the woman gave an uneasy nod. At which point there was some giggling and two Alfari children could be seen poking their heads out from the stairs above, looking down on this strange group of travelers.

[Nations United for Conquest]

The Roving Courier

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Eavan O'Bryne | Arboris - Isle of Veraden | The Fall Guy

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The trip through the dank and winding tunnels beneath the Isles was not the first that Eavan had been a part of. It was, however, among one of the more pleasant ones she had undertaken. On the norm, she would often travel by herself with her contracted spirits to keep her company. Riding fast through the lesser-used tunnels and dodging the dangers that often plagued the larger caravans that traversed the tunnels allowed rapid travel across the Isles. After all, the courier business often dealt with intra-isle work rather than the domestic. The tunnels were among some of the quickest ways to travel, not needing to take heed of the unpredictable weather and winds of the dark seas above.

This trip was far different. It was one of perhaps only three she had taken in the company, and in turn, she had found it quite enjoyable. While perhaps slower than what she might’ve managed on her own or even with Adahnul’s help, the group was far easier on the body and mind. Multiple people meant that one could get far more sleep, and the dangerous monstrosities which plagued the underground were far more manageable. Their guide, Narill, was plenty knowledgeable in the tunnels–perhaps even more than Eavan herself–and had allowed the group to avoid the more treacherous parts of the labyrinth.

However, the company itself was of greater value in Eavan’s opinion. While she had traveled with Adahnul and Ruadhan plenty enough, they were hardly the most animated and far from idle conversational partners. While the party’s guide, Narill, seemed somewhat reserved and quiet, the group members more than made up for her apparent apathy. The young, or at least Eavan assumed him to be, Fereni was a delight to have along. His small parlor tricks and pranks were of great fascination to Eavan. For a mute, he was undoubtedly quite skilled at making others laugh.

There was, of course, also the eccentric Dvardian who had come with them as well. Her mannerisms were quite odd and refreshing in a sense. She, much like the Fereni, was quite upbeat. She could hardly recall a time on the journey when the bespectacled Dvardian was not smiling. The aptly named ‘Puck’ was a source of great levity on the otherwise dreary trek through the catacombs of the Underearth. Of course, there was also the most ingenious machinery that produced a multitude of arms for the Dvardian, which had come in handy more than a few times on the journey. Idly, Eavan wondered if she would be open to the idea of becoming a secretary for her. After all, multiple arms would make quick work of the mountains of paperwork that often came with delivering parcels and goods. She would have to broach the idea once the dreadful business with Narill’s brother was through.

Yet, while the journey in the Underearth was by far one of the easier in Eavan’s memory, it did little to change her joy when the party eventually reached the surface once more. As they crossed the final threshold of the Undereath, Eavan took a moment to relish in the soft and sweet breeze rolling gently across the surface. It was far different from the damp, dank, and still air they had drunk for nearly a week in the tunnels. Though she may be considered a true Alfari to many of her Kin, the essence of nature still pumped through her blood, deep love, and connection with the surface. The warm, reasonable crisp air–for even being a distance from Aratosh, the city's pollution still defiled the air–filled the young Alfari women with rejuvenating energy. In the following short walk towards the great town of Aratosh, Eavan and her trusted companion soaked up as much of the air as they could.

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Arriving in the southern district of Aratosh, Eavan found the city to be much as she remembered. Loud, hurried and constantly filled with the stench of something artificial. However, there still was a certain charm that could only be claimed by such large cities. Already she was finding her attention drawn to the various little shops that spotted the path towards the inn that Narill had told the party about prior to entering the city. She recognized some of them from her last visit, some two blanks prior. Others were new and festering, with masses of travelers and natives alike seeking purchase. She couldn’t help but smile. It reminded her much of the when the Grand Caravan would make its bi-harvest stop in the city to sell wares and put on performances.

Still, she forced herself to remain vigilant. They were, after all, apparently being hunted by some organization if the story of assassins out for Narill’s head were correct. Indeed a despicable thing to attempt to silence a righteous person in such a way. Any doubts she may have had about the apparent innocence of Narill’s brother were washed from Eavan’s mind when she came to learn of this. Already she had sent Ruadhan to circle high above the group as they made their way through the capital's busy streets. And while she trusted well in Ruadhan’s eyes and Adahnul’s nose, she kept her ears and senses primed and ready to react should the time come. Eavan was almost hopeful some rogue would try their hand at another assassination so that she could pay them back for what they had wrought earlier.

However, the walk through the town came and went with no incident to report. The group had quietly made their way to a quaint little inn off to one of the main roads for better or worse. While most of the group went into the inn to likely rest and plan out their next moves, Eavan quietly excused herself as she led Adahnul to the small stable at the back of the inn. Though Narill’s beastly companion was able to fit nicely inside the inn, Adahnul was far too larger to fit through the door, much less into one of the rooms. Nevermind the impossibility of the several hundred-pound dire wolf stalking up the stairs without crashing through them. Instead, Eavan quietly led the beast into the stables, where a sizable corner was found for him.

Having left her white-furred companion curled up on the far end of the stable, she set out for the rear of the inn, where she hoped to find the kitchen and procure some scraps for her companions. The typical rations she had fed them on the journey were far from idly for either, and hopefully, the kitchen may provide some more luxurious scraps for the pair as a reward for the journey. Eavan’s hopes came in the form of a young menash boy with curly chestnut locks–one of the dish boys she summarized–gave her some leftover cuttings from the ley’s last meal.

Upon returning with her quarry, a smile tugging her lips, she ran into a curious sight. As before she could even utter a word to her companions, she was met with the view of a figure hunched down in front of Adahnul. The stranger dressed in cloth, similar to most travelers. A well-treated jacket of a deep earthy hue was fastened securely over a light beige gambeson which poked out from below the hem of the coat and opened at the front so that it covered the rear and sides of the upper legs without sacrificing mobility. From under the almost cape-like lower portion of the gambeson was visible a pair of dark-colored trousers which ended in a pair of well-worn leather boots. The dulled, natural colors were typical of sellswords, and the scared metal pauldron resting on the man’s left shoulder only solidified such thoughts, even if the man’s sword was not visible to Eavan.

Still, the brilliant blue scarf wrapped around the man’s head and most of his neck caught Eavan's attention. It trailed down to his shoulders, and a small portion rested on his upper back. It was similar in style to what she recalled sometimes seeing those who lived in the Southern Isles wear on occasion. Though it obscured most of his face, she could still make out a few features, like the old carved pipe which hung from where she assumed his mouth to be and a wispy beard of salt and peppered hair peeking out just below it. The sweet smell of Arnwood leaves wafting from the end of the pipe only solidified him as a southern. Not uncommon in the Capital, but curious. Eavan would be on guard were it not for the fact that Adahnul seemed relaxed at his presence.

As if sensing Eavan’s eyes upon him, the older man slowly rose and turned to face her. His face was sharp and hollow, though not unkind. A bronze complexion and a pair of pale green eyes revealed his origin as a Menash. His bronzed skin crinkled as he gave a small smile towards her.

“Well-behaved one, he is. What is volf’s name, Miss?” Called a grainy and hoarse voice. It sounded like his throat was parched, no doubt a result of the burning Arnwood leaves.

“His name is Adahnul, kind sir. And what of yours?” Eavan replied.

“Aha, zat is fine name for Volf. Name is Jerremiah! Good name, no? Dirrre volf not common here. You come from far away, yes?”

“Indeed I do! I hail from The Grand Caravan, but I was born outside Bafada and came upon Adahnul in Tregal. Ah! I am Eavan O’Byrne, a proud courier of the isles and errant knight extraordinaire. Apologizes for failing to introduce myself.” Eavan boasted.

“Ah, is all good girly. Zough, you says your name O’Byrne? Know Byrne O’Rrransford, eh?” The now named Jeremiah questioned.

“Hmm? I do. That is the name of my father. Do you perhaps know him? Unfortunately, I must say I do not recall you, sir, for I would think I would clearly remember one such as yourself.”

“Nay, not him. His father. Rransford sparred Jerremiah’s life when he but young man! Good frriend he is. How he do, girlie?” Jeremiah said, visibly more jovial. It seemed to shed years off the older man’s weathered visage.

“He does well, Jeremiah. However, he has come down with some plague these three harvests past. A dreadful thing it ‘tis, for he lays in bed all ley!” Eavan solemnly replied.

“Gives Jerremiah grreat sadness to hear. Next, you sees him, tell zat de Valiant of Iliac prays to de Goddess for him.” As Eavan tilted her head in thinly veiling curiosity, Jeremiah spoke once more. “Ah, come before yourr time, girlie. Great many harrvests pass, yes.” The menash man, having said his piece turned and left the stable, making his way back towards the main street, a smile visibly gracing his worn features.

Though somewhat baffled by the man’s sudden departure and the revelation of his apparent history with her grandfather, Eavan simply shrugged as she placed the bucket of scraps near Adahnul’s head. Her grandfather had never mentioned a man by the name of Jeremiah nor by a title such as that, but he also rarely spoke of the times before he had met her grandmother. She was quite young at the time, and with that in mind, she assumed it was simply one of the stories that had felt no need to tell her. Regardless, she would be questioning him on the eccentric menash man next she saw him.

Eavan’s upkeep on Adahnul finished; she instead turned her attention back to the inn, leisurely making her way around the side of the inn and to the front. However, before she entered back into the establishment, she took a slight detour off to the side where the flyer board of the inn sat. Though she was unsure of how long the party was to stay in the capital, it would undoubtedly be partially worthwhile to set up a few flyers as an advertisement for her services. After all, she’d still need work once this little adventurer with Narill and the others had finished up.

As Eavan approached the board, she noticed she was far from the only one. Off to the side of the board was a young man, roughly looking her age, hanging a large paper upon the board. The man’s lightly colored complexion and dark blue eyes left her at a loss for his heritage. Something that the wild mane of curly chestnut brown hair did little to aid. He was likely a half-blood, not that Eavan herself had much room to talk. Upon his broad shoulders and torso, he wore a set of immaculate armor, the shoulder pauldrons and chest piece swirling with an intricately woven design that reminded her of an innumerable amount of vines crawling along with the armor. It was well kept and polished, nearly to the point of gleaming. However, she noted a few dents and, of all things, scorch marks across various places. She couldn’t well see a gambeson or any mail, but it may have been hidden along the joins. Most striking about his, aside from his deep jewel-like eyes, was the long flowing mantle of a blindly bright crimson that hung loosely from his shoulders. The rich color and the vine-like pattern woven in gold along the border evoked a sense of familiarity that she couldn’t quite place.

Ignoring it, she went about her work, nailing a slightly crinkled poster to an open space on the board with practiced ease. The sign secure, she reached into one of the many pouches upon her belt and drew forth a space crystalline whistle around the nail which held the poster in place. Taking a step back to look over her handiwork, her eyes trailed to the sign the caped man had been hammering in moments earlier. Though much was blocked due to her side angle, she could make out the large image in the center. It was well-drawn, showing a man with hatchet features and short-cropped hair. A neat beard that reached around a sharp jawline was present as well. However, the nose and eyes were relatively generic and gave her the thought this was more a drawing of assumed appearance rather than a portrait. Below the picture in a large font read: ‘Wanted Jeriah of Illiac.’ As she went to look away, she suddenly found a pair of calm blue eyes boring into her own.

“Ah…I thought you looked familiar.” Came a smooth, youthful voice from the armored man beside her.

“Do I perhaps know you, good sir knight? Your visage is unfamiliar to myself. However, your robes have left me with an inkling of familiarity. Pray tell, have we met before?”

“‘Knight?’” the man mumbled more to himself than Eavan. “No, I am Clovis of Dorenberg. Gràdh in service to the Seeker Guild. And no, we’ve not met. But you’ve done services for the order before.”

At this, Eavan’s face morphed into a large ‘O’ before she replied in an energetic tone, “Oh! You’re with those gloomy-robed guys. You lot always give the strangest parcels, but the pay is pretty good, I will admit.”

Clovis’ eyes seemed to widen for a moment before releasing a long sigh. “Yes, that would be us and…I will admit the Order does usually deal with some rather esoteric items. But regardless, it’s good I’ve found you. I have a missive in need of delivery.”

“Ah, well, you see, I am unable to take such a request at this time. I am currently on contract with another party limiting my ability to move at my leisure.” Eaven spoke evenly.

“That won’t be an issue.” The man spoke curtly. “This is more of a personal letter and can be delivered at any time.” He drew a small parcel from a small pouch and handed it off to Eavan. It was a simple cloth bag that jingled with the sound of coin. “When you get a chance, there’s an Enkala in Siderat by the name of Baikie Alpheus. That letter is for him, and you should find the coin within more than enough for such a trip. If excuse me, I must report back to the Guild Hall.” With a polite bow, he sauntered off in the opposite direction of the inn, his steps steady and full of purpose.

Pocketing the small parcel in one of her many belt pouches, Eavan finally made her way back inside the inn. Seeing some familiar faces, notably a certain eccentric Fereni, she cut a clear path from the door to the bar. However, she suddenly felt a slight chill crawl up her spine as she approached. With deft instincts, her hand flew to the hilt of her claymore and a half-turn found her staring up towards the inn’s staircase. As she looked up, she found the source of her discomfort; two sets of eyes gazing down upon her form from the shadows of the stairway’s mouth. Yet, rather than the devilish eyes of a rogue set upon her, she was met with the half-concealed faces of two young Alfari children. Instantly the tension in her body fled, and her hand drifted away from the hilt of her blade. Instead, she flashed the pair a quick smile, the pair no doubt excited to see the new adventurers who had just arrived. Waving goodbye to the pair, she made a beeline for the bar coming up near the playful Fereni.

“Landlady!” she called, “A sample of your best mead for myself if you please,” Eavan said as she slammed a handful of coins onto the bar. In the next instant, she turned towards where some of the others still in the inn were resting. “Come companions, let us drink and feast to a perilous journey overcome!” She all but shrieked out across the common area of the inn.

[Kamisato Ayaka Nation]

Klelane

"Aye. It was an unpleasant time for us all, but I feel we've done our best to make the most of it."

Klelane nodded in acknowledgement. They didn't seem like they enjoyed the memory so she decided not to pry into their private affairs any longer. Still, she didn't have much to talk about, and soon she found herself awkwardly sipping on her drink again.

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The Pride
Klelane felt a sense of accomplishment soon as the arrow hit one of the creature's many eyes. That feeling was short-lived as it morphed into slight disgust when the eye splattered into a fountain of blood. Still, that was enough to paralyse the monster for moments. Looking onto the boat she was flying over, the monster's tentacles lost their grip on the crew and the boat itself as it covered its eyes in anticipation of more eye attacks. Seeing a door of opportunity was opened, the crew launched an offensive as several bullets were shot in the direction of the monster.

Meanwhile, Klelane continued shooting arrows. It might not have helped much in the grand scheme of things, but hey, at least she was helping out with something? However, after a while, another gust of water struck the ship, and even the floating Klelane shook a bit. She then turned to aiding anyone who was down, seeing there were many who needed help. Just as she decided to raise her bow and arrow, she turned around only to see nothing. Floating over to where Anlolar was, all she saw was yellow-stained black water and a proud looking captain (was Grim her name?). The monster was gone? So soon? It felt a bit quick despite the amount of time that had passed since the monster had first dawned on the boat.

Settling down back onto the boat, she looked at herself. Her new dress was unsurprisingly dirtied and torn but it was fine. She had extras for a reason after all. Then, another feeling had overtaken her and it was something she did not want to experience.

"Oh by the graces, not another headache..."

[Ceystile]

Tarquin, The Great Monster Hunt
Tarquin turned to Braddock at his words as the party made their way to the dock. The huge Vilden may have been careless with money, but besides that he seemed a jovial enough fellow. I like this one, he’s kind. Even if he’s a bit…slow on the uptake. But hey, we can’t have everything. I mean when my brother and I were in the womb I got zero of the physical strength and he took it all. There was much about Shetal and Braddock that reminded him of Torquil and himself. Reaching into the pouch at his waist, Tarquin fished out a couple of silvers and plopped them into the giant of a beast man’s paw. “Sorry friend, that’s all I can spare at the moment. Still have to pay for my own food and board after all.” he said with a crooked grin as they boarded the ship.

“I’ve only been on the water once…and that was for a concert on Cyrna. It was hard to be heard over the thunder though.” he said to Braddock. “Bet you don’t have that problem, what with all the roaring that Vilden are famous for.” Tarquin quipped. He then heard the rather odd man in the mask loudly belting out a sea shanty, with a female companion of theirs accompanying him a short time later. “By the coldlight, he’s fucking awful. This was said with a grin on his face. “But hey, I appreciate anyone who appreciates music.” He pulled out his flute, playing a little tune to accompany them.


Saffron, Blade of Amaranth
“Well…” The tall Shay woman turned around to look at their exhausted party after the monster had slipped into the water, massive clouds of yellowish blood staining the churning blue. “Gross, it looks like somebody pissed in the ocean.” she said, wrinkling her nose. “Hey, is everybody okay out there?!” she called to Aleish and the others, straightening herself up. “I’m not a healer but I do have some first aid items…” With all the racket and the near death experience stuff, she realized she never got to answer Anlolar’s question. Oh well, she supposed that with the circumstances that could be forgiven her…but she made up her mind to finish her conversation with the Enkala woman as soon as they were out of the woods.


Malory Lasair, The Fall Guy
When the tall armored Sylven came back with the rest of their party, that little blond Feren that didn’t speak and the Dvar woman with all of the metal arms, her hair every bit as red as Mal’s was only hers was most likely natural, Narill announced that they would rest for the day before continuing their search in the morning. Artorius had explained how his half of the mission went, and Malory seemed to be taking a mental inventory of his report to Narill. If they had a pad and paper on them, they’d probably be taking actual notes. Consortium nerd habit. “Well I’m glad that nobody’s dead and that we have an idea of what the poison is…maybe I can be of some help, I got pretty high marks in Potions at the Consortium. Well, before they kicked me out anyway. I can do any research you need.”
Mal explained to Narill and the party.
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When Narill lead them to the tavern, Malory unfastened their black traveling cloak and put it over their shoulder. “Anybody else hungry? Nearly dying does work up an appetite, after all.” the Menai quipped as they entered the tavern, reaching for their purse when Narill suddenly slapped ten gold pieces on the counter and paid for all of their rooms. Their golden-brown eyes darted around the tavern, which was uncharacteristically empty.
“That’s weird, I heard it’s usually bustling here but it seems kind of like a ghost town now. A drink is an order I think, and then a bath.” Malory took a seat at the bar and slid a coin to the landlady. “One Bloody Mina please, extra spicy.” When the drink came back, Malory took it with a nod of thanks and after the first sip, grabbed their handkerchief to stop the sudden sneeze from the amount of spice. As they sneezed, a small spurt of red flame flashed from their nose which promptly turned the handkerchief into soot in their hand. “They don’t fuck around, do they?” Mal took another sip, contemplative and looked around at their party members. Narill seemed a bit pensive, which was natural considering everything she had to lose. Taking a deep breath, the fire mage made their way over to where their party leader was and sat near her, leaving one seat empty between them in case she needed space.

“If you want to be left alone I completely understand, and I know you’re probably tired of hearing everybody’s meaningless platitudes. I mean hells, I would be…but I just want you to know that somebody understands what it’s like, having somebody you love in danger, you know? You fight like hell to help them, even when you have people telling you it’s wrong. You’re well within your rights to tell me to fuck off…but I’m kind of in the same situation you’re in. I have somebody I care about too, whose life is in danger. It’s never easy going through that.”