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  1. Aster covered her ears at the blare of the alarm from Nesy's armor, and only released them when some weird holographic thing happened on Nesy's arm. And yep, the argument was still really fucking loud. The faun started to look for Aidan and Ira, but she knew they'd already retreated to their rooms and she doubted they'd noticed anything was amiss. And then a gunshot rang out after the argument, though Lonely Night dealt with the gunman quickly and efficiently.

    Frankly, all the faun wanted was to slink back to Aidan and Ira and fall asleep where she knew she'd be mildly safer than in the rest of the tavern. But Vaddock had called for her to come along, because she'd helped with the bear; hell, Quinn had been more of a help in that fight than her, she wasn't some hero now, right?

    "My blades got warped during the fight with the bear, I'll need new ones if I'm to be any use." Aster said.

  2. She'd started walking; to where, she didn't know. Everywhere looked the same, and she'd tried to follow the sun to the west for a while until the forest got too dense to see it anymore. Then she followed the shadows, until everything was dark and she was forced to light her lantern in order to see. She'd a forest like this before, but Hadleigh was hundreds of miles away so surely... It couldn't be Hadleigh's forest, it had to be somewhere else; somewhere innately fey in nature. She hadn't seen a single animal or bug since arriving, so it had to be an individual who brought her here.

    Whatever had brought her here hadn't tried to kill her yet, so Aster hoped whatever fey wanted her here didn't mean to hurt her. Maybe they found her aimless wandering amusing? Whatever the reason, Aster was excited to get out of here and return to the Tavern. She pushed through a thicket of blackberries, wincing as the thorns cut into her and caught on her clothes, and as she stumbled out of the thicket her hooves hit water and she tripped face-first into a brook.

    "Agh!" Aster exclaimed, scrambling to her feet; but the damage was done, she was soaked through, and freezing. She'd dropped her lantern into the water as well, and it wasn't sealed enough to stop water from gushing in and dousing her fire leaving her in darkness. She scrounged for her lantern in the brook, and eventually managed to grab a hold of it in the pitch black water. The faun dragged herself to shore, letting the water clinging to her and the general dark atmosphere hide any tears that escaped; the soft sound of the brook helped muffle any choked sobs as well.

    "Stupid thing! Alright, I'm done with this, what do you want?" Aster yelled, throwing her lantern at the ground and looking up at the shadowed canopy. There was no response, other than the rustle of leaves.

    And that's when Aster noticed, a half-mile away, a small light lighting up the darkness. It flickered like firelight, and looked like it was only a small candle; but Aster followed it blindly, pushing through the undergrowth and tripping over unseen rocks and roots in her desperation to finish whatever game the fey were playing.

  3. Aster turned to answer Nesy's question. "Oh no, it was foul smelling in life too." Aster commented, but was otherwise happy to let Ira explain the situation. She nodded to her friends as they spoke of getting a room and sleeping. "I'll be sure to, see you folks in the morning." She then took Amy's hand, squeezing it in return. "Nice to meet you-"

    And then not a moment later, as the waiter brought them a pot of tea, the lights cut out. "Oh no." Aster hummed, standing up and knocking against the table; she wanted to draw her weapons, but they were both bent and not currently in her possession. She did however still have her lantern, so she pulled it out and sparked it to life and blinked until her eyes adjusted to the dark. "Someone keep an eye on the til, someone already inside might be trying to rob the place." Aster said, and though her voice was laced with exhaustion she still jumped into action despite it.

  4. A Lost Familiar


    Basic Information


    Name: Seren Mirage

    Nicknames/pseudonyms: N/A

    Title(s): Servant of the Avira

    Age: 10yrs

    Apparent Age: Mid to late teens

    Race: Appears harpy-like, but is technically a shapeshifter

    Gender: Genderqueer, uses he/him and they/them interchangeably

    Sexuality: Pansexual

    Marital Status: Unmarried

    Birthplace: Terrenus

    Alignment: Chaotic Good




    Physical and Appearance

    To clarify, Seren is a shapeshifter so a lot of these are more of... Rough estimates.


    Weight: Can go from 2 pounds to 140 pounds

    Height: Anywhere from 23" to 5'9ft

    Physique: Lithe and flighty in all forms, mildly feminine in humanoid form

    Eyes: Dark brown / near-black

    Hair: Shaggy black that covers his eyes when humanoid

    Complexion: Sickly pale

    Voice: Scratchy and deep

    Tattoos/markings: None

    Unique traits: In raven form he's completely normal and average. In humanoid form he can be distinguished with these traits: large, black feathery wings sprouting from his shoulderblades area and ending at his ankles. Bird-esq feet starting at the knee. Black feathers sprouting out of his chest, going down to his bellybutton.

    Typical Attire: Normally seen wearing the clothes of his missing master; light, warm shades are prominent as are yoga pants and intricate tops.





    Psychological Information                                        


    Demeanor: Distant, Grumpy; Self-centered

    Strengths: Intelligent; Cunning; Determined

    Weaknesses: Emotionally closed off; Has difficulty accepting help; Cares little about rules or laws

    Quirks: Ruffles his wings when unnerved; Chirps when nervous; Clicks his tongue when thinking deeply

    Likes: Rain but not thunder or lightning; A warm, empty spot by a hearth; A long bath after a hard day

    Dislikes: People who ask too many questions; being contained/trapped in any way; Rumors and people who spread them





    ·        Tinderbox

    ·        Waterskin full of clean, drinkable water

    ·        Crowbar

    ·        5 days worth of traveling rations

    ·        A bag full of random women's clothes



    ·        Duel pair of mundane iron sickles



    ·        Small magical amulet that glows faintly when within 50ft proximity of Avira, and is continually warm so long as both of them live (It has a twin amulet attuned to Seren's presence, but it is not in his possession)

    ·        A note with the scrawled words "FIND SANCTUARY"


    Skills & Deficiencies




    ·         + Skill – Identifying animal calls (particular bird songs); Skilled scratch-cook; Quick learner


    ·         - Deficiency – Unaccustomed to some human customs and instead supplements bird customs; Difficulty acknowledging the worth of others; Awful at haggling prices




    ·         + Advantage/Skill – Fast and battle-ready in any situation; Willing to forfeit morals in order to win; Can use shapeshifting while fighting to avoid blows, or move to a more advantageous position


    ·         - Deficiency – Low pain tolerance; Doesn't know when to stop; More willing to flee than fight




    Ability Class/Tree - Shapeshifter

    Capabilities: Seren can move between two distinct forms; his raven form, and his humanoid form. He can transform into other animals, but he'll appear as a mass of black feathers in the vague shape of said other animal instead of taking a proper form.

    ·         Active | Moving Between Forms – He can actively change forms, but the transformation usually takes around 6 seconds and is tiring.

    ·         Passive | Maintaining A Form – He can maintain whatever form he is currently in without effort exerted.


    Weaknesses: All injuries will be carried over; Can be trapped in cages too small for him to shift inside (ex: a heavy duty cage built for a raven he couldn't shift out of, since he'd just crush himself); Cannot transform into anything smaller than a raven.

    Miscellaneous: This power was gifted to him by a sorcerer who took pity on his hopeless search for his master.




    Seren's story began ten years ago, when his egg was found and hatched by one Avira Iquora. She was a young apprentice wizard, and at the time had no plans except for helping little Seren survive until adulthood. And as he grew, she grew, and they found happiness in each other's presences. Things felt right to Seren, to spend his time and life with her, and Avira decided to keep him as a pet and eventually take him as her familiar. Things were good, and they stayed good for the next ten years as Avira continued to explore her magic and Seren stayed by her side faithfully.

    But one day, years after Avira had finished her apprenticeship and taken to a house in the wilderness to experiment with her magic, she decided to try something dangerous. She wanted to peek into one of the outer realms, and gather data to hopefully built a portal to these worlds of chaos so they could be harnessed for their magical essences and energy. Seren helped her draw up the spell in the middle of the swamplands that evening, but Avira sent him back to their home; she was scared his tinier, frailer body might get sucked into the portal and he'd be unable to do anything except get swept away.

    So Seren left, and waited. And waited. And then the night had passed and it was morning, and Avira still hadn't returned. So he flew out of their home and back to the site where they'd drawn the spell, and the clearing was scorched and destroyed. Avira was nowhere in sight, so Seren searched fearing what'd become of her. But his searching came up futile; she'd disappeared, leaving only unreadable notes and a destroyed patch of land. Seren's amulet was still warm though, so Avira couldn't have died.

    ...Well, most of the notes were unreadable. One had "FIND SANCTUARY" scrawled upon it, in shaky letters. Seren took the note, and took the message to heart. He returned home only to gather what he'd need, and began his journey to find Sanctuary and hopefully find Avira there.

  5. (Takes place a day after We Cannot Bear It Any Longer, Aster still has a room at the Tavern but this takes place away from the Tavern. Slightly liquid timed into the near future since I'm still actively participating in the TOL thread, and events from the TOL thread left purposefully vague.

    Please dm me first if you'd like to engage ICly in this topic, and just note that there's a high chance I'll say no since this is a Aster-specific development topic.)


    She'd woken up wishing she'd slept in. Aster could feel the bruises littering her body, and she sent a prayer it hadn't been worse. Her more serious wounds had been dressed, she'd gotten a new shirt since her old one was ruined, and she set out to buy some new daggers as her old ones had gotten bent in the bear's tough hide. It couldn't be too hard to find somebody selling some blades around here, especially with the amount of wandering adventurers that found themselves walking the road to the Tavern.

    But Aster only found the smell of death on the wind, and the quiet numbness that came from gazing over the burnt, ruined farmland. And yet still, she walked; the numbness creeping into her bones but she kept walking. The road was freezing and her hooves were bare against it, and she kept walking.

    She couldn't go back to the Tavern empty-handed; people were counting on her being able to handle herself if it came down to a fight. If she couldn't fight, then it'd be in her companions' best interest to leave her behind. She wouldn't be able to make any money to travel with, and she'd be forced to put down roots in whatever town she could with the meager savings she still had. She'd spend the rest of her twenties washing dishes at some dingy restaurant, fending off gross men and scraping by with no future in sight-


    Aster took a deep breath. The sharp, cold air was unpleasant and biting, but she found she didn't mind that right now; it was a good wake-up call. She'd been panicking, and there was no reason to panic yet. She'd figure out a way to get some new blades, and things would keep chugging along perfectly. She just needed to keep her head on right, and things would work out.

    And that's when Aster looked around, and realized she was lost. Trees loomed overhead, leaves rustling peacefully. "Oh no, this is just my luck." Aster groaned, turning around and looking for the path she'd been walking on just a few seconds ago; but she was only greeted by bushes, trees and shadowy undergrowth. It looked like miles and miles of forest, in all directions.


  6. "Huh, well sorry about you getting displaced. Valucre isn't the worst place to be though." Aster said, reaching over to pat the other woman on the shoulder in what she hoped was comforting. "I'm Aster, by the way." She added before turning her attention towards the armored stranger again, who had pulled up a chair to sit right by them.

    "It's no problem." Aster said, flicking one ear and giving him a tired but welcoming smile. "Oh, yeah, the bear. I guess it's kinda fascinating, smells awful though; be glad you didn't get too close." Aster chuckled in a strained manner, playing with one horn nervously. It'd take a bit of time before she'd be able to look back on that fight with any fondness, but she didn't blame anybody for being curious. "It roared loud enough to shake the ground."

  7. @The Courier @jaistlyn

    Aster flicked one ear, glancing up to see the stranger who'd been talking about poaching earlier. She arched her back and sat up, trying to be attentive but struggling a bit. "Rough.. Day and a half, really." Aster said, gratefully taking the offered tea and sipping on it. The flavor and warmth was welcome, and she had to stop herself from chugging the rest of it. She set it back and slid it back to the other woman, and she smiled thankfully at her. "That's really good; yeah, tea's not that available where I'm from either." Aster looked up at Fjorn as she finished speaking, and nodded enthusiastically. "I'd love a cup, if it's no trouble."

    And then her brain caught up with her tongue, and she looked back towards Amy - though she didn't know Amy's name yet - and pressed her ears back uncertainly. "Your world? Are you not from here?"


    Aster turned as someone approached, and squeaked a bit in surprise at their intimidating, armored form. "Uh? Yessir?" Aster asked, not knowing how to react for a few moments. She eventually came to the conclusion that he was probably trying to join them for a meal or conversation, and gestured to one of the nearby empty chairs. "You're free to pull a chair up, if you'd like. More the merrier, just leave room for my friends when they arrive."

  8. @The Courier

    Aster wasn't quite sure how to respond to the comment about poaching. The faun stood awkwardly, and heaved a long sigh. She'd been fighting and traveling near-nonstop for over a day now, she didn't have the energy to deal with explaining the difference between a requested hunt and poaching. "If it were poached, we wouldn't have brought it back here." Aster said wearily, before heading outside with Vaddock to meet with her traveling companions. She could feel her energy dropping, and her ears drooped to exemplify this.


    She smiled tiredly as she murmured a greeting to the two humans and vampire. She took the coin purse from Ira, glancing over at Quinn uncertainly; she could see the tension in Quinn's eyes. "Bye." Aster said, figuring she wouldn't get another chance to say so. She turned around and walked back in, heading towards whatever table was empty and had four seats. "Can I get some food and drink? Party of three, but I'll take an extra plate; it's been a long day." Aster called out, waving down the nearest of the waitstaff. "Something warm, please." She added, remembering Ira's request.

    The faun then laid her head on the table, and tried to stifle a yawn. There'd be plenty of time for licking wounds later, once food was gotten and- Oh jeez, what was Ira doing? He'd burst in and yelled about how a vampire had taken off with the bear. "But- oh, never mind." Aster started, and then thought better of it. If Ira wanted to lie about their deal with Quinn, she'd let him.

  9. @Greenmntman @DarkHorse @jaistlyn


    It took a while to bring the monster of a bear back to the tavern, and Aster was very glad she'd had the help of the two mercenaries and vampire in order to drag the beast back. Aster had explained on the way back that Vaddock had offered to skin the bear and make cloaks out of the fur for them, but she'd make sure he left the rest of the body mainly intact so Quinn could take it.

    "Excuse me? I don't think we can fit it through the doors, but we were successful Vaddock!" Aster said, peeking into the doorway of the tavern and waving. She saw plenty of unfamiliar faces, but the waitstaff were familiar at least. The faun's hooves shifted uncomfortably in the doorway, and she shouted out a quick, "We'll wait outside for you!"

    She headed outside to check on her companions, nervously glancing around the three others. They were all pretty banged up from the fight, and Aster was excited at the prospect of some rest.

  10. The faun flitted around for a few moments, noticing Quinn emerging from underneath the bear's belly and moving to help push the mass of fur off of the vampire, though she doubted she helped much in comparison to Quinn's otherworldly strength. She took a gulping breath, glancing towards Ira and pointing a tired, relieved smile at him. Ira was alive, Aidan was alive, Quinn was... Moving? All in all it was a rousing success. She plopped down onto the ground, chest heaving so much she didn't mind the freezing earth underneath her.

    "You want to move this thing tonight?" Aster couldn't help the words as they burst out, looking up at Ira incredulously. She opened her mouth to argue none of them were in the state to drag a giant bear back to town, and then closed it again when she remembered the situation with Quinn; they were technically on a time limit, it was possible they couldn't wait until morning to move it. "Okay, just give me a minute." Aster mumbled, brushing any stray hairs out of her face. She took a deep breath and stood up again, wobbling a bit on her hooves as she used the thought of a warm bed at the end of the night to keep her standing.

    "We might be able to lash together a sled to drag it, anybody got rope?" Aster questioned, heading back towards the beaver dam to examine the logs and branches knocked loose by the bear's earlier rampage.

  11. Aster yelped as the countdown in her head sunk lower and lower, until a sudden force hit the bear from the underside and caught the beast's attention, and it swiped downwards at whoever was clinging on from the bottom. Aster spared a glance down to see a disgusting, revolting river-monster with long, terrifying claws and predatory eyes digging into the bear's flesh and holding it steady. And then it shouted out with a familiar voice, and Aster didn't know if she should feel less scared to know it was Quinn grappling with the bear's underbelly.

    She let out a curse as the bear swung it's head, her dagger abandoned embedded in it's snout, smacking her own head and nearly throwing her off. All she could do was focus on clinging as suddenly the bear's attention turned to Aidan, and it let out one last roar before collapsing onto the ground. Aster slumped off of the bear, exhaustion feeling like fire in her muscles; the fight with the crows in the tavern earlier felt like a million years ago, even though she knew it'd only been that afternoon. She gulped in a breath and stumbled to her feet, before making her way unsteadily over to Aidan.

    "That was awesome Aidan. By all that's holy that thing was strong." Aster said breathily, pulling her daggers out of the bear's tough flesh and wincing as she saw both of them had been warped slightly. "Is everyone alright?" Aster questioned, glancing down at her ruined shirt and finally taking note of the potential concussion from when the bear had thrown her- wait, it hadn't just thrown her during the fight. "Where's Ira?"

  12. On 8/9/2019 at 6:33 PM, Greenmntman said:

    Ira saw that the fawn cut the bear with one her blades and then get flung half a field away for her trouble. It was a bit of an uncoordinated, rushed attack and it made him smile from ear to ear. He had done something like that dozens of times. The bear stood bleeding above him a few feet out of reach, with a large gash around the waist of his left side. As they each stood their ground, it roared in furry because of the pain and the fact that these invaders were in his territory. Ira tightened his grip on his shield, and never breaking eye contact with the beast, he shouted "Aidan! Anytime now!".

    He lowered his helm and saw the arrow strike the bear on the left, not quite in the wound, but close enough that the bear reared to the left. It was the open Ira was waiting for and he lunged forward swinging his ax at the giants right shoulder. He missed the target and the ax tore into the bears right forearm, it sprayed blood as the beast roared and swiped at Ira who was already out of his range again. Ira and the bear again stood eye to eye, out of range of each others blows. Ira saw the next arrow only graze the bear, causing more annoyance than pain or damage. All of a sudden, the situation complete changed. Ira had been prepared to come forward again, and found himself with his shield raised, his shield arm aching under the pressure of the bears body weight as he struck out in attack.

    She was probably lucky she hadn't knocked her head against some rocks; the fact she was only struggling to breathe was a good one, it meant she could get back into the fight as soon as she could force her muscles to relax and wrap her head around her next attack. She didn't know where Quinn was, but she did see Aidan and Ira begin their barrage. Aster grinned, a feral adrenaline-filled expression as Aidan's arrow struck true and Ira lunged towards the beast, ax tearing into the bear. Things were happening quickly, but it all seemed to be in slow motion at the same time.

    Maybe she'd hit her head harder than she thought. Oh well, that was future Aster's problem.

    Her eyes darted back towards the flaming cave, mind racing but whenever she made a connection it felt like touching a live wire. The cave was no use to her, so she'd ignore it for now. Her eyes scanned the environment, hearing the bear's claws scratch against Ira's shield as a small amount of panic started rising in her chest. She could jump back in, but it'd be more dangerous if Ira thought he needed to protect her and himself.

    On 8/7/2019 at 8:03 AM, DarkHorse said:

    Faster than fast, she shot out of the tree and barreled into the bear. She would whiz past them like a shooting star, all snarls and teeth and claws. Using her unnatural weight and surprising speed she managed to knock the bear into the river and continued to use her weight to sink him towards the bottom. The splash on the surface of the water would be enormous from them both plummeting in. Thrashing on the surface initially causing more splashes and noise, and then it would stop.....the water would settle.....only the occasional bubble would come up.....and then nothing. 

    What Quin had accounted for was that the bear needed air, what she failed to think of was that drowning creatures fought harder. After the initial shock of being thrust into the water and sunk towards the bottom, the bear began to struggle and fight back. Thrashing and swiping its claws around. It’s irrational movements caused Quin to lose her grip and need to float away or she would be clocked by one of its massive paws. 

    Quinn shot out of the trees, striking the bear with a supernatural strength that left Aster's head reeling. She cursed loudly as the two disappeared under the water and ran to the riverside, following the current as she tried to figure out where they'd resurface. She could only hope Quinn was able to keep the bear underneath for long enough to stun it a bit- well no, all she could really ask for was that Quinn didn't get swept away by the water. She cursed a few more times for good luck as her eyes tracked the bubbles, until they stopped.

    On 8/7/2019 at 8:03 AM, DarkHorse said:

    As she disappeared into the muck, floating a little ways away from the bear and down the river, it struggled to surface. Finally breaking the top of the water and heaving itself onto the bank. It heaved and hacked and coughed up large amounts of water, panting and growling. While it was certainly more pissed than it was before, it was for a moment, incapacitated so the others could make a move. 


    On 8/9/2019 at 6:33 PM, Greenmntman said:

    Ira watched as the splashing and hissing finally stopped, all of a sudden, the giant creature finally reemerged on the river bank, struggling heavily to breathe after being underwater after such a long time. He was bent over on all fours, a few feet from Ira. Ira wasn't going to miss his chance, he took two steps forward, and raised his ax as he yelled, driving it right between the left shoulder blade and the neck, sinking the blade deep into the bears flesh. The bear roared in pain as he instantly spun and hit Ira with his other paw sending him several yards up the river. 

    "Fuck me" Ira thought to himself as his ribs burned in anger from the blow. He slowly got back to one knee as he turned his head and saw the bear slowly rising as well - except with his right arm hanging low, clearly severed and unusable. 

    The bear emerged from the water, and Aster squeaked in panic, her hands moving to her daggers. Ira stepped forward and drove his blade into the bear's shoulderblade, and the faun grimaced as the bear roared once more. She took advantage that it was focused only on Ira, and moved forward as Ira was swatted away and thrown flying. Her eyes moved to the ground, slick with water and churned into mud from the bear's lumbering movements; the terrain was dangerous, and frankly pretty fucking cold against her bare hooves.

    Her blades she knew would do little, but she flanked the bear anyways as it's limping movements grew slower by the second. It roared once more, shaking the ground, and Aster bit her lip on instinct. She questioned why she'd signed up for this in the first place as she dove forward, using her speed to her advantage as she sunk both blades into the bear's hind leg, on the same side as it's incapacitated front leg. It roared with pain and she kicked it uselessly, scrabbling to gain purchase as she held on. It tried to turn around to snap its jaws at her, and she kicked it in the face as it grabbed hold of her shirt and tore into it; the teeth had managed to nick her flesh, but it hadn't gotten enough of a grasp to pull her off.

    "The lungs! Go for the lungs, Aidan!" Aster shouted, her voice unsteady but determined as she yanked a blade out of the bear's hide and stabbed it into the bear's face; she missed the eye, but managed to get it embedded into the cheek and she used the leverage to maim the bear's face as best she could. She knew she had about another ten seconds before she'd have to bail or get ripped into shreds, so that was a fun countdown in her head.

  13. The faun jumped at Quinn's sudden voice joining the conversation, and her eyes searched the area around them before landing on the perched vampire. She gave a thankful smile, albeit a bit strained since her heart was still calming down from the scare. She headed after Ira and Aidan, the tracks that earlier had just seemed like darkened spots of mud were now like a beacon to her. Looking at the bones scattered around the cave entrance, she gulped as she noticed the bones of a deer scattered and crushed among the litter.

    Her ears flicked back, eyes widening as she heard the cracking of wood underfoot behind them. As Aidan notched his arrow, Aster turned around expecting Quinn and instead saw the monstrous bear, lumbering atop the beaver dam. "Guys-" Aster started, and winced as the bear roared. Grabbing her daggers, which suddenly seemed small and insignificant, Aster felt her entire body tremble as the bear walked forward. She could smell the beast easily; rotted meat, dried blood and the dingy musk of... Well, a bear.

    "N-nasty thing." Aster mumbled under her breath to try and avoid the fear that clung to her. She could tell even at this distance that when the bear stood on it's hind legs she wouldn't even reach the creature's haunches. She took a deep breath to steady herself as much as possible, and darted forward.

    The creature took a swipe at her, and Aster managed to dodge; if there was one thing this bear didn't have, it was the speed to catch the light-footed faun when she was expecting the blow. She darted around the side, slamming one knife into it's hide and trying to pull it along the flank but it stuck almost immediately. She yanked the dagger back just in time to get blindsided by another swipe of the bear's paws, and she was thrown back by the force. She hit the ground and rolled, not trying to stop the momentum until she was by the shoreline and she struck a dagger into the soft earth to stop the roll. She coughed, her lungs heaving and body aching, and stood again to assess the situation once more.

    She rubbed the side of her head as the bear stood on it's hind legs, roaring once more; now that it was closer she could feel the ground shake from the force behind the roar, and she winced again. There was a small patch of blood from where she'd stabbed it, but it's wiry fur and tough hide was barely marred.

  14. Aster caught the apple and glanced at the spot where Quinn had been. It was sort of comforting to have her on their side, but not being able to see the vampire was alarming; well, she'd just have to have faith that Quinn was going to continue helping them. She followed behind, examining the foliage closely; she saw signs of other animal life, but nothing as big as a bear. This would be a fine place to hunt in the daytime, if not for the noisiness from the road.

    She was by the treeline examining what looked to be a blackberry bush that'd gotten trampled a bit; by what, she didn't know, but it could easily be a clue. It looked like whatever had stamped the thorny tendrils down had been heading to the brook, so it confirmed her earlier suspicion. She pulled out her journal and in the dim moonlight she quickly sketched the scene, before heading back to the pebble bank where Ira and Aidan were discussing something.

    She caught the later parts of Aidan's explanation, and grimaced. If this thing was big enough to take down a moose- well, she was suddenly thankful for having a terrifying creature of the night in their party. "Did the wounds seem fresh? Was it- er, still bleeding?" Aster questioned, looking up at the two warriors.

  15. Trust was, evidently, the wrong word choice in this instance. She twitched at what she could only assume was a threat immediately followed by something akin to joke from Quinn, though it could just as easily be another threat; and Aidan rose to the bait, and Aster crossed her arms and rubbed down the goosebumps that seemed to have made themselves home there. "D-duly noted." Aster murmured. "My blades are silvered as well, not that I could've ever anticipated this kind of encounter."

    Truly, she hadn't even really believed in vampires; she'd known about the undead walking the earth, but the idea some of them could be conscious living beings, perhaps still in control of their own souls, had always seemed far fetched. "Sure, I don't see a reason why you couldn't have the bear carcass- uh, so long as you don't rip up any of us." Aster said, internally wondering how Quinn intended on dragging back such a carcass; was she really that strong? The goosebumps she'd thought she'd patted down rose again, and the faun shivered uncomfortably.

    "Play nice? Of course!" Aster squeaked, glancing at Ira. Did he think she was going to pick a fight with a vampire? Sure, she might be fidgeting and her ears may be pressed against the back of her head defensively, but she wasn't trying to be hostile. "I- uh, I can try. I can't see very well in the dark, but I could try to track it anyways; I used to have to find sheep in the woods at night to bring them in, I'm sure a bear would be a lot less sneaky."

    She stood up, stomach rumbling and she grimaced. She'd have time to eat later, for now they were on a timer and needed to find this bear fast. "Let's head down to the brook; if it was wandering around here, it most likely stopped there to drink. We might be able to pick up some tracks there."

  16. Aster flicked her ear, listening in as her companions spoke to the beast. She heaved the pig carcass over a low-hanging branch above her snare, grunting from the effort and holding it there until she was sure she'd positioned it where it wouldn't fall. Stepping back she rubbed her hands on her pants to clean them off, before turning back towards the fire. She watched the vampire - Quinn? Ira had mentioned her name earlier - for a few moments before glancing at Aidan and Ira. Both seemed calmer, and were even offering to let the vampire stick around to help with the bear hunt.

    She didn't see too much wrong with letting Quinn stay, so long as she behaved herself. Aster wasn't sure if Quinn would like the taste of her blood, but there was an undercurrent of worry for her human friends who were probably a lot more tasty. "Yeah, you can stick around and help- uh, if you'd like?" Aster offered tentatively. "If you guys trust her, then I'm all for it." Aster said, directing her words to Aidan and Ira as she spoke.

    I guess she didn't really ask to be a vampire, Aster thought as she tried to rationalize letting Quinn stick around. The faun was still obviously a bit nervous and shaken, but she made her way back to the fire and sat down once more. "Nothing more to do now except wait." She murmured under her breath, glancing back at the trap.

  17. The faun sat back on her haunches and wiped the dirt and sweat off her forehead as she looked at the makeshift trap. "Thanks-" She started, turning around to look back at her companions and startling into silence as she saw a woman sway out of the darkness. Her ears flicked and she stood up, knowing hers was not an intimidating figure but a reminder to this beast that it was being observed by more than just Aidan and Ira.

    And a beast it was. Pale skin, dark eyes, and the slightest hint of stark white fangs. And evidently, the beast knew her companions and they greeted her. Aster hummed with discomfort and reached for her blades as she made her way back into the fire's flickering light. She glanced between Ira and Aidan, uncertainty visible in her posture. Was this Quinn a friend or foe? And how long had she been tracking them for?

    She bit her lip and headed towards the pig carcass, grabbing it and unsteadily picking it up before heading back towards the trap. She'd let Ira and Aidan handle their visitor for now, and perhaps there'd be introductions and explanations later.

  18. Aster flicked her ear, considering Ira's offer. She certainly wouldn't mind the company, plus he'd agreed with her hesitance in finding a husband so he got a few bonus points in her eyes. She reached out and grabbed her bowl, the stew still steaming but it smelled delicious, and listened as Aidan spoke.

    "I'm so sorry, that must've been tough; fighting at war for years on end." Aster commented softly. After a nervous chuckle, she continued. "I hope you two find what you're looking for- redhead or army. I'd be happy to travel with you until our paths diverge."

    She glanced at the pigs, scrunching her nose at the smell. She nodded at Aidan's suggestion. "That should work, I can lay a snare underneath it." Aster said, setting down her bowl - it was still a bit too hot for her to eat, anyways - and standing up. She headed over to one of the taller, sturdier trees and got to work; it'd been a while since she'd laid a hunting trap, but the learned motions came back to her quickly.

  19. Aster was thankful of the confirmation the marks had been left by a bear. She rubbed her arms and shivered, both out of fear and cold; certainly a bear with claws that big would be massive and terrifying. She was glad to have some experienced warriors alongside her at least, if she was alone she wasn't sure if she'd be able to take on such a beast.

    She headed back to the fire and sat down as Ira cooked, smiling as the fire sparked further to life. She glanced at Aidan, perking her ears up at his question. "My story? Well, there's not much to tell really. I grew up in a town called Hadleigh, and instead of sticking around and finding a husband when I finished school I decided to strike out on my own travel the world instead. I really want to see the ocean, and become a sailor; but I'm quite a ways off from that, so I freelance a bit to keep coin in my pockets." Aster explained, wringing her hands.

    "What're you two doing around here? I heard bits and pieces back at the tavern, but back there it was a bit too hectic to sit down and listen for long." She asked, flicking one ear.

  20. Aster hummed as she glanced around the campsite; the sound of the brook was calming, and the faun took a moment to stand and breath in the cool air with her velvety ears pressed back against her head. She was still a bit tense and it was cold, but the idea of a warm fire and food spurred her on. "Sure! Let's go, Carver." Aster said, heading over to start collecting some kindling for the fire. She took out one of her daggers and hacked away at a dead sapling, chopping up some slivers and logs before stripping the moss off another tree for proper kindling.

    Walking back, she cleared a spot and started trying to light the fire. She glanced over at Aidan and Ira, surprise lighting her features at the bounty of food laid out before them; she supposed it wasn't much for a party of four, but the faun was still drooling over the prospect of having a nice meal. "We should fry the salmon. Does anybody have a pot? We could boil some of the vegetables too, if we've got a pot." Aster suggested. She pulled out her bag; it wasn't a magic one, so she could only fit a few items inside, but she quickly pulled out her oil lantern which thankfully came with a flint chip which she then used to spark against the rocks and light the fire.

    "Ahh, warmth." Aster sighed, holding her hands over the slowly growing fire before feeding some of the slivers and logs into it. She looked around, the fire casting light over otherwise shadowed corners of the woods, and nearly jumped with surprise when she noticed a tree with long claw marks cut into its bark. "Uh? Anybody else seeing this, or is it a trick of the light?" Aster asked, standing up and trotting to the tree.

    She laid one hand on the marks, frowning. Whatever made the marks had been able to cut frighteningly deep into the wood.

  21. @Kairon @Greenmntman

    Starting Location: On the road, roughly 3 miles south from the Tavern of Legend

    Evening, about 6:30pm

    Evening was setting in, and the sky was a beautiful watercolor of fiery reds, yellows and purples. The dirt road was cold, near frozen under their feet as they walked; it was worn from use at least, and the ground wasn't torn up too much from passing horses or herded cattle. There was a wooded area in the distance, marking the edge of farmland and scorched battlefields. The smell of death on the air was noticeable, but not unbearable and luckily for the group the cold air was crisp, not muggy or charged with the indication of a storm.

    Aster Highglenn found herself in the company of three strange people she'd met and subsequently grouped up with back at the Tavern, and though she held some trust in their abilities she couldn't say she personally felt exactly safe around them. But she'd be spending the next day, or perhaps the next few days with them as they hunted this bear. Her stomach rumbled and the faun resisted a groan; the scratches on her face stung in the freezing air, and she'd even forgotten to eat before they left. She wasn't even buzzed enough to feel loose and confident.

    "Can we make camp soon? I see a wooded area up ahead, it might be a good spot to wait for the bear." Aster suggested, glancing back at the other three,

  22. "I can't imagine the information would be worth very much, and I'd like to think I'm a good enough person to not let you two shake down this poor man." Aster butted in; she was starting to rethink her assessment of Aidan and Ira, now knowing they chased gold more than justice or even glory. "I can try to answer any questions you've got, but first things first I'd like to get back inside; I'm freezing my hooves off." The faun tried to lighten the mood a bit, though her statement was also true; she couldn't exactly wear shoes, so she was barefoot in the snow.

  23. Aster moved her hands down to her daggers as the man took a fighting stance, but didn't draw them; the stranger looked scared and confused, not malicious.

    "My name's Aster Highglenn, we're just here to investigate why we heard shouting back here," Aster said, raising her hands palms-out to try to indicate she wasn't going to hurt him. "You're out behind the Tavern of Legend." Aster explained, though she wasn't sure what continent they were on specifically so she decided to not mention that. "Who are you anyways? Are you hurt?"

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