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  1. "Think nothing of it. I'm glad I can consider you a friend as well." Arturo gave the woman a kind smile and lifted his hand from her shoulder with a small pat as he rose back to his full height before turning to Vice. "I'm afraid I too must go, I'm compelled to go search for clues where the combat took place; I wish to see if I can uncover anything that might lead to useful information." he said as he turned to leave. Funny enough though, he paused mid step and stood there for a moment, as if he were considering something before he turned his head over his should and offered his friends a warm smile. "I promise to take care of myself this time. If I can help it, you won't see me knocking at your door for anything more than a normal visit. As for you, Mythandrie´╗┐´╗┐l. If you ever have need of my aid in any matter, feel free to seek me out. I spend most of my days around town so finding me shouldn't be hard." @Revvys & @Witches Brew
  2. "Your emotions are not a weakness." Arturo said as he squat down so he could look Myth in the eyes. His eyes had changed since he had come here, going from blank, lifeless orbs to sharp blue and full of life with a gaze that seemed to pierce right through whoever he was looking at; even he noticed this change and he was happy to use his newfound vigor to help others. "You are overwhelmed and sometimes that happens. It is okay to feel and experience your emotions as they come, they will temper you over time and you will gain wisdom from the understanding that follows. Just know that during this time of grief, you are not alone. My shoulders will help bear your burdens as well as they're able to...I will admit I am very untrained in such things, but I will endeavor to do my best on your behalf." His tone was mild and held no negativity for Myth's show of emotion, there was only an earnest desire for him to aid someone he considered a trusted ally in their time of need. Somehow, he knew in his heart that were the situation reversed, he would be given the same treatment. @Revvys & @Witches Brew
  3. That...was some news to just casually drop on someone else. Even Arturo did a small double take as his friend informed Myth that she was, indeed, pregnant and this information prompted the half-elf to give a closer inspection to his archery inclined ally; however, no amount of inspection brought him to the same conclusion, not that he'd seen a pregnant woman for some time now, but he was fairly sure he would notice something. Myth did not seem to be taking the news terribly well though, in fact she seemed downright distraught to learn of something that, to Arturo's knowledge, should have been joyous news. He could not make sense of it himself, nor did he have the words to make her feel any better...the best he could do was to rise from where he was sitting so he could place a light, comforting hand on the sobbing woman's shoulder. He said nothing, but he hoped that his presence would provide some small comfort to her. He also hoped that Korben would follow his lead and try to cheer her up; if he was being perfectly fair, the dog was far better at cheering people up than he ever would be. It just wasn't a fair competition. @Revvys & @Witches Brew
  4. "A strong name, fitting." Arturo said as he looked up at Mythandriel from where he sat, "I am Arturo Ryilaan, I thank you for your assistance earlier." He observed the hand being held out towards him and considered it for a moment before he reached out; instead of taking her hand in his however, he clasped his hand firmly around her wrist and gave it a firm shake. Even though his kingdom was long since devoured, he still remembered this as a typical greeting between the knights his father worked with, so he wanted to show the woman who had fought with him the most amount of respect he could. After that was over, he allowed Myth and Vice to handle their business, but he did pipe up when the archer asked if Vice thought that women couldn't fight. "I can personally attest to her abilities. I haven't seen a bow arm that steady in quite some time, I'm just glad I wasn't on the other end of it this time." he said with a small laugh as he thought back to that time. He hadn't expected that goblin archer to be so accurate with its shots, but he also reckoned that the goblin hadn't expected him to run directly into one of them in order to close the distance. Now that he was thinking about it though...that seemed to be a very common story for his encounters and it was probably fortuitous that he had not known Vice back then, lest he accidentally worry his new friend to death. Oh well, that was neither here nor there, but what was here were plenty of belly rubs for Korben. He did indeed deserve them after completing a job such as this. @Revvys & @Witches Brew
  5. "No? Then..." Arturo had to take a hard beat at that moment as his mind furiously scrambled to come up with a logical explanation for just how Vice could have accomplished all of this without the aid of druidic magic. He could still be a Ranger but he had never heard any stories of those who bore the wild hunt in their blood being capable of flora manipulation on this scale, at least not outside of combat. Eventually he came to the realization that while there were some parallels that he could draw from where he'd come from to here, there were also a wide array of differences as well that set his land apart from Coth; with that in mind, he had to imagine that there were going to be forms of magic and other such things he would learn about here that he had no explanation for. Fortunately for Vice, Arturo's little brain journey gave the man enough time to finish whatever it was he was doing before Arturo snapped back out of his trance; this was also the time that the Elven archer he had fought with earlier was brought downstairs by Korben which caught his attention fairly easily. "You live. I'm glad to see that." he said simply with all the tone of a man who had just seen a friend he had been out of contact with for a while, "Please, allow my friend to tend to your wounds, he is quick and efficient. I can personally attest to his skills." he said, gesturing to all the work Vice had already done on his own body. @Revvys & @Witches Brew
  6. "You...grew it." His words didn't come out as a question, he was simply wrapping his mind around the concept as images of how that might have taken place rolled through his head. It certainly answered a few questions for him though and now he believed that he had a better understanding of Vice, though how accurate that belief was...well, that was still up for debate. "I'm afraid I've never understood the mechanics of magic as a whole, let alone anything as specific as druidic magic, but I must say it is very fascinating to behold the results." Arturo thought on this for a moment as old campfire rumors floated back into his mind, things he'd considered tall tales about druids and their abilities...but there was a druid right here in front of him, so perhaps... "Is it...true that your kind can take the shape of animals at will?" he asked out of the blue, unable to keep his curiosity in check anymore. He had never met a druid before so there were many things he wished to ask. @Revvys & @Witches Brew
  7. "Right." Arturo was now smiling a fairly gentle smile as he turned around for Vice to see his back. Thankfully his leather armor had absorbed the brunt of the fire's effects, but he still had some nasty looking surface level burns from where the fireball's heat had licked his skin; still, that's all it really was and the half-elf knew well enough to count his blessings where he could find them. "Did you craft this home yourself?" he asked quizzically as Vice set to work on the burns, "I have to say, it is very comfortable here. I respect the effort that went into everything." @Revvys & @Witches Brew
  8. "Hmm..." Arturo said nothing while he was tended to and thankfully for Vice, he didn't so much as even flinch when the green mixture was packed into his open wound; for how annoyed the doctor seemed to be with him, he had to admit that Arturo was likely one of the easiest patients he'd ever worked on considering how still he could be. For a few minutes, it was almost as if he had mentally checked out as he devoted himself to mulling over the answer Vice had given him. It was a great deal of time to spend on an answer that was so simple, but Arturo felt that there was weight behind his words that needed a respectful amount of consideration and so, out of courtesy, he was absolutely willing to give that consideration. All the while he would make small noises as he thought, a little "ah" here, a muttered "I see" here, but never above the sound of a whisper as if even unconsciously he was being mindful of the delicate nature of Vice's work, but he did eventually seem to reach a conclusion as life flickered back into his eyes and he properly fixed his gaze on his friend once more. "I understand. You feel the same about me as I do you." he said in a matter of fact tone and offered no further input on the subject. He had considered Vice a friend and trusted ally since they fought side by side in the tavern that night, but he knew and respected the fact that Vice might need more time to think about adding him to the list of company he kept. He had to admit he felt a certain amount of happiness to know he was counted among the man's friends. "I apologize for worrying you. I cannot promise I will remain uninjured but I can promise to make all attempts to remain as healthy as possible. Is that a fair compromise?" he asked, his tone reflecting his genuine desire to improve himself for the sake of Vice's mental health. @Revvys & @Witches Brew
  9. Huh...useful. The more he learned about Korben, the less he believed that he was actually just a very large dog. It was either that or Vice really was a Ranger and Korben was his animal companion; he had heard tales of the feats such animals were capable of when lead by men of the wilds and Vice did seem to enjoy his time out in nature enough for this to be plausible. That or he was a Druid, which was also very possible. He pondered this silently for a few minutes as Vice finished up his inspections and moved away, only to come back for him to start with his treatment. "I have been, I've followed every instruction you gave me." he said simply and as he allowed Vice to help him get his shirt off, his friend would see that, in fact, his ribs were very much still bound and in the same exact manner that Vice had shown him. "I cannot understand your anger." he said thoughtfully as Vice began to do whatever it was that he needed to do in this situation, Arturo did not know what would come next for he wasn't medically inclined, "I feel like in the same scenario, you would have fought to defend this place as well and ultimately these injuries are not fatal and bring coin to your purse. So what troubles you so?" His voice carried a very earnest curiosity as he stared at the ceiling of Vice's home, his eyes taking in the whole of the craftsmanship that had gone into the construction of this place. He knew that Vice was upset with him, he knew that would be the case before he had even set foot on the man's property...but even with that understanding, he couldn't grasp why. Hopefully, his friend would enlighten him. @Revvys & @Witches Brew
  10. There was the shouting and the chewing off of his ears. Arturo didn't even flinch when Vice raised his voice, nor did he make any sort of movement as he was inspected unless he was specifically instructed to for the purposes of making Vice's job easier. "I was on a daily patrol when I was approached by a child. He informed me that he was being accosted by strange beasts and after I was joined by a woman archer who sent the boy away, we were set upon by two lizardfolk. One was a capable fighter, the other was a spellcaster of some kind. I lost track of the archer, but I believe her to be injured as well but I could not search with these injuries without making them worse and if I had done that, I believe your yelling would be louder right now." His words were succinct and to the point, offering no excuse for his action only explaining the motive behind them. "Once we are done here, I will begin my search for the woman and bring her here. I do not wish for a warrior of her standing and a trusted ally such as her to bear potentially life altering wounds." he said, regretting even now that he hadn't managed to get the woman's name to attach it to her deeds. @Revvys & @Witches Brew
  11. Arturo, entirely undaunted by the massive beast that practically clambered into him, didn't so much as move an inch, nor did he seem to react with any sort of pained response. The half-elf simply brought his good hand down so he could pat the large dog on the top of his head and ruffled his fur a little with a look of genuine affection on his face. "Ah, thank you for your assistance, Korben." He figured that Vice had sent his companion down to fetch him while he prepared other things, so he gave Korben a grateful nod as he accepted his invitation to enter and moved further in until he found some sort of seat on which he could plant himself. Vice's home still had that comforting feeling to it he had felt before and Arturo couldn't help but to admit to himself that he had in some ways missed being here, even if he wasn't happy to bring a problem to the door of a friend. The best he could do now was simply sit here in silence with his injured hand resting across his lap while he other continued to pet Korben once the dog was within arms reach of him again. "Your master is going to be awfully sore with me, I'm afraid." he said solemnly to his canine companion, "You may wish to brace your ears, he may say things not meant for the hearing of one as pure as you." @Revvys & @Witches Brew
  12. Vice's peaceful rest was about to be interrupted however by a few firm knocks to his front door that rung throughout his domicile. Arturo stood outside his front door, looking more worse for the wear than he had the last time he was here. He had some decent burns he could feel on his back and while the wound on his wrist had mostly stopped bleeding at this point, he could still see the white of the bone when he looked at it, so that was going to have to be dealt with; he could also feel that he'd agitated his ribs once more considering they weren't fully healed from his last encounter, but they didn't feel awful so he discounted that for now. If he was being honest, he was mentally preparing himself for the scolding he was about to get more than anything; pain he could endure in any measure, but he still hadn't gotten used to someone chewing his ear off about getting injured. @Revvys & @Witches Brew
  13. Arturo knew that his move was a gambit going into it, but the payoff was well worth losing his what remained of his weapon in exchange for the arrow finding its mark in the lizardfolk's neck. That was one target down and the other was well within his sights, even as it prepared to cast another fireball at him. Sadly, he was on his back foot now and he didn't have all that much time to dodge out of the way of the full force of the attack, but he did also notice the archer preparing another shot as the caster whirled on him to sling his spell. His voice came out on instinct, sharp and clear as it carried all the way across the battlefield, right into the ears of the bow wielding elf as if Arturo were standing right next to her. "Back of the neck!" he roared, calling out a strike from his erstwhile ally with the deftness of a commander before he turned his own back to the blast and threw himself into a dive in order to get away from it as best he could. The fireball itself barely missed his body dead on, but it exploded close enough to him that he was flung through the air like a rag doll, the flames from the fireball burning his back decently as he felt the force of it rattle his bones as he hit the ground and rolled to a stop. As he rose back up into a kneeling position, he felt a great amount of pain ripple through him. Thankfully pain meant very little to him, it certainly wasn't a deterrent as eyed the offending caster with a malice matched by few, it just meant it was going to take him a little more time to get to his next target if his call out didn't get the little whelp skewered through the throat first. He was definitely going to have to prepare an apology for Vice however. @Better Than Gore & @Witches Brew
  14. One step ahead it seemed this lizard was, but the deeper Arturo got into the fight, the more he found his awareness growing. Things started to pop out to him that he hadn't noticed before and it helped him to push his anger back just a bit, enough that as he saw the lizard's sword coming down at his wrist, he was able to pull his arm back against his chest; not quickly enough to avoid having the tip slice through his leather vambrace and slice into his flesh, but it was enough that he was able to prevent his whole hand from being taken off. Small victories were still victories and having a deep cut was definitely better than losing the whole thing. With his attack negated, Arturo put his right foot down hard and started to push off of it, but his growing awareness of this surroundings gave him something he could use. The archer had let loose an arrow towards his opponent and it was clearly aimed for its neck. He wasn't even sure if the lizard noticed yet, but just in case, he was going to give the lizardfolk a hard choice. As he started to throw himself backwards, he cranked his hand back and once he felt his left foot touch down, he turned his hips and hurled his jagged former club directly towards the front of the Lizard's neck. A two-pronged attack might actually get blood drawn from it or even kill it if one of the two things hit it right, but at the very least, it might just put it on its back foot and it would be another opportunity for Arturo to assault it head-on. @Better Than Gore & @Witches Brew
  15. As Arturo pushed off of his shoulders and into a backwards roll, he was entirely prepared to be attacked in the process, but the attack never came. He was allowed to plant himself firmly back on on his feet in a crouched position as he gripped what was left of his weapon tightly in his right hand. The club's integrity had finally given in when it impacted the shield and had shattered harshly, leaving Arturo with what amounted to a jagged piece of wood with a handle, but then again, he could work with that; it had broken in such a way that it now had multiple tips that were definitely sharp enough to pierce flesh, even scaled flesh if he struck hard enough, so that was exactly what he was going to have to do. The lizardfolk didn't even have time to fully finish what it was saying before Arturo was darting towards it again like a bolt of greased lightning. He left his guard completely open as he lunged forward, springing off of his right foot to not only help close the distance even faster, but also to goad the beast into a thrust with its sword; he had only done a short hop in comparison to a full lunge which would allow him to land on his feet just at the edge of the lizard's range; if it committed to the thrust as he thought it would, his plan was to quickly duck and push forwards under its guard so he could spring upwards and slam his fractured weapon into the creature's liver, or at least where he thought the liver would be while also smashing his whole body weight into it. Even if his attack was blocked again, he might just be able to hit it around the midsection and take it down to the ground, but he was hoping this little gambit would allow him to draw blood. His rationality was starting to slip away from him and if he wasn't careful, he'd be going at this thing like a wild animal in no time at all and he was absolutely certain that Vice would let him have it if he showed up at the man's doorstep looking like ground meat. @Better Than Gore & @Witches Brew
  16. "Hmm...mayhaps not." Arturo said thoughtfully, his eyes wandering upwards a little to truly inspect the domicile he was in. It really was a homey in here, a place where he could feel at ease with little to no effort on his part. Sadly, as always was the case, these small comforts were fleeting and with no fanfare he stood back up as he took hold of his pack and slung it over his shoulder. "I think I've imposed long enough though, I should go retrieve my weapon and shield from the tavern before they get sold off. Please, take care for the rest of the evening." he said, giving Vice a courteous bow before he moved to make his way out of the tree house. Well, not before he bent down to give Korben one more pat on the head. @Revvys
  17. Damn. His strategy hadn't worked even a little bit and all he had to show for it was a busted shield and now the archer was in danger; this was already turning out to be a massive headache and the further into the fight he got, the less and less his mind seemed able to focus on anything other than wanton violence. Still, he had been working on reeling in his temper in his time here and he pushed his thoughts back to the fight at hand as he was fairly easily moved around by the lizardfolk, though he still had ample time to see the tail that was coming straight for his legs. With an annoyed click of his tongue, he used his considerable strength to wrench his shield in such a way that a good chunk of it shattered, rending it effectively useless in exchange for giving Arturo his freedom of movement back; he was going to need it for what happened next. He was going to have to take the hit to his legs, that much he had already prepared himself for but he moved himself in such a way that the tail slammed into the back of his calves and sent him sprawling backwards. He could feel the shock of the impact run all the way up his legs into his hips, but that was a pain he could take, if all for the sake of this next move. If there was one truth he'd found to be immutable over the countless fights he'd endured in his life, it was that the only shot that really counted in a fight was the kill shot, everything else was just tertiary in comparison. In an act of commitment to this truth, Arturo took his club in both hands now that his shield was destroyed and with as much force as he could put into it, swung it with the intent to bash the lizardfolk in the stomach hard enough to knock the wind out of him at worst, or rupture something vital at best. It wasn't an elegant solution, nor was it a particularly safe one as he would inevitably fall square on his shoulders, giving him only a small amount of time to push himself back into a small backwards roll. However, if his shot connected, it was most certainly going to cause the beast to double over and that would be all the time he needed to close the book on this fight. @Better Than Gore & @Witches Brew
  18. "No no, if anything I'm the strange one here." Arturo said as he reeled himself in and brought his tone back down to acceptable levels for a normal conversation, but it was much different than before. It was brighter, there was more there to him now than just a thousand yard stare, he seemed more complete if not just a little bit insane still; unfortunately that part was going to take considerably more work on his part to fix. "What I mean is this, a week ago I was an absolute mess. I don't even really remember much until I found that parchment, but I do remember a very deep sadness and pain. I still feel it, even now, but just by being here and something as simple as this whole exchange with you, I can feel bits of that sadness chipping away. I can't wrap my head around a life outside of the pain I was feeling, but here I am living in it and it all just seems so...impossible. I'm not sure if I'm making any sense but...I think no matter how I ended up here, there's value in staying." He said, his words pensive but oddly hopeful as he brought a hand up to rub his chin thoughtfully. "If this is a dream or a hallucination, I think I'll explore it a little more. This is the first time I've ever imagined a dog this big though." he said with a short, almost barking laugh as he brought his own hand back out to give Korben's side a few solid pats. @Revvys
  19. "Heh..haha...ahahahahaha!" It came suddenly from Arturo's stomach, a convulsion that vibrated up and out of his mouth without warning as he suddenly began to laugh. It was an unfamiliar sound to Arturo, but it was also rich and deep and filled to the brim with warmth long forgotten. His laughter spilled out of him without pause as he brought a hand up to his forehead and leaned back as the weight of his own humor pressed down on him. This entire situation was so ridiculous...so outright ludicrous that his brain couldn't even properly process it. It was like a slow burning joke he had only just now understood and it had him absolutely in stitches as he spent the next solid minute filling Vice's home with the sound of jovial mirth. "Ah...ah...excuse me..." he managed to finally gasp out as he slowly started to pull himself back together, albeit with great difficulty, though at least he was able to pull himself up into a normal sitting position, "There's just something so...insane about all of this. I couldn't help but laugh at it, my apologies if I worried you at all." @Revvys
  20. "I don't have a clue. I don't even remember falling asleep. I remember finding a parchment nailed to a tree from a nearby city asking for aid against an undead threat. I remember starting to make my way there...and then I was waking up in that swamp." Arturo answered honestly. He still had that parchment in his pack, but he had already confirmed that no one around here had ever even heard of Myrrheim, so that was another mystery for him to unravel as time went on. "I'm not even sure if this is all real, to be honest. I've had more lucid delusions than this. If it is though, I have to say this is one of my better ones." @Revvys
  21. "Indeed. I woke up in a swamp near here. A man named Tirkas helped me kill some Gnolls and then brought me here. It's been...interesting." Arturo said plainly, not bothering to hide anything from Vice, not that he felt the man could use any of that information for anything nefarious to begin with. Vice just seemed...there was something trustworthy about him, something that put Arturo at ease that he couldn't quite describe. Korben was helping with that for sure, but it most certainly wasn't just the giant dog that was making him comfortable here, he just couldn't connect the dots. "It is quiet here. I'm...not used to it. But I don't dislike it." @Revvys
  22. Obviously, this lizardfolk was a definite brand tougher than a lot of what Arturo had faced in the past, especially considering it took his rock to the face without so much as flinching and despite how hard he'd tossed it, he hadn't even managed to draw blood. That was fair though, it gave him an understanding of what he was dealing with and information like that was easily worth its weight in gold when it came to keeping yourself alive. With that in mind, it wasn't at all a surprise as his club stopped dead against his target's metal shield and he could see in an instant that his weapon had cracked heavily along the top, drastically reducing its overall lifespan to what he would roughly equate to the end of this fight and that was just if he was lucky. Thankfully, the archer woman who had been talking to the boy with him had managed to get around to a more advantageous position in the woods where she was getting ready to fire off another arrow; it was easy for Arturo to feign ignorance of this knowledge considering that he was currently getting pushed onto his back foot by the lizardfolk's shield and he could see it going for an easy stab into his right leg. With a deep breath, he kicked his adrenaline into overdrive as he'd done with the Gnoll and managed to fling his shield arm down in time for his targe to intercept the blade, but considering how beat up his old shield was, it wasn't any surprise that the blade simply pierced through the worn leather and wood as the tip managed to jab his leg a bit. Thankfully, it was able to stop the blade before he was more seriously injured and with the creature's blade now bound up in his shield, he had an idea. Using the back end of his adrenaline surge, he put his full weight on his right leg and swung his shield arm up to the side as he pivoted on his foot as he attempted to leverage all his strength in order to spin the lizardfolk to the side, just enough that the side of its neck was the most likely target for the arrow the woman had fired to hit. To make sure that the monster wouldn't catch on, Arturo brought up his club with unnatural speed and brought it down in a vicious hammer blow, fully expecting it to catch the shield again which would undoubtedly finish the job of breaking it...but if that arrow could hit a vital spot in the neck, that would be all the opportunity he needed. @Better Than Gore & @Witches Brew
  23. "So, how long have you been here? What do you like about it?" The question came out of nowhere. Arturo wasn't even particularly facing Vice at the moment as his eyes were still fixated on Korben, but that question was most definitely leveled at the man rather than the dog. His gaze had shifted back to pensive and his smile was more or less gone, but his usual distant stare seemed to be on leave in lieu of a subtle curiosity that had taken over. He didn't quite expect that he was going to be going home anytime soon, if at all, so it wouldn't hurt him to get to know a little more about Coth and its surroundings...and maybe, just maybe, the people. @Revvys
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