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    Claiming the Furthest Point

    "So, the ebon knight has healing powers too, that's a surprise," Aryssin thought to herself, notching an arrow into her bow. Sprinting towrads the caravans, the svelte lady jumped onto the wagon, providing herself some cover from the snapping fangs of the chhitten. The ebon knight had also made some cover for himself, so he was not much of a worry. However, there were others in the fight who were not as well protected as he was, and if left unchecked, the venom emitted by the chhitten would cause untold havoc on the defenders of the caravan. Focusing her lightning magic into one of her armguards and healing magic into another, Aryssin recited the verses, pouring as much magic she could into her enchanted items before aiming one at the handsome man and the other at herself. Immediately a bolt of lightning tore through the sky and hitting them both, casting a lightning bubble of light around the man. This bubble was a technique taught to her by her masters in Lefel, and even the biggest giants in the vicinity of her homeland were not able to break through the barrier. With that done, the magic in the gauntlets subsided, and the healer got her bow and arrows ready. Spotting a chhitten about to take a bite out of someone, Aryssin let an arrow fly, hitting the creature right in its gaping jaw. The creature was dead even before it hit the ground.
  2. sorainvoked

    Dice Rolling Thread

    Furthest point round 3 roll d12
  3. sorainvoked

    The Long Road Home

    The imposing figure that Cerebri passed along the way to his room the previous night was there in the morning, along with the Fae, whom he had assumed took on a glamour form. The Fae's glamour was constructed in a way that would allow the person speaking to her know that she meant business, but in his opinion, also be as forgetful as the next girl on the street. It was a good glamour, he surmised, and it was fortunate she was not coming for the trip; he did not want to deal with a Fae who knew her way around the world, and this was definitely one with some worldly experience about her. Also, another annoying voice in the back of his carriage was more than he could bear. There was something about the new guy that came down the stairs looking all dapper and sophisticated that just rubbed Cerebri the wrong way. The way he carried himself, the smile, that glint in his eye.. it just all screamed fake to him. Electing to disregard the extended hand then, he walked over to the female Fae, slipping a receipt into her hand. The receipt stated in explicit terms where the pick up was and how long the journey would take. Should the Helldriver fail in his task, the receipt itself would burn up, leaving no trace that it ever existed. This was also an indestructible piece of paper in conventional means, as a way to stop clients from doing anything funny to get away from payment. Producing a book of accounts, he opened it up to the last written page, where he had filled up the client information prior to meeting them. A drop of blood was also required as a back up to the receipt, making this a blood oath that had to be fulfilled. He wondered if it was the Fae or the passanger who would fill in the blood debt, but it was of no matter, as long as he was getting paid. "This way," grunted Cerebri, opening the door of the inn, revealing the carriage, with steps extended into its interior. The horses stood in silence, ready for Cerebri's instruction to move at a moments notice. Upon his passanger closing the door of the carriage, the Helldriver stowed away the steps, climbed into the driver's seat, and made his way back toward the Fae portal that he initially came out from, sprinting toward the destination.
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    The Long Road Home

    The contact finally done, the Helldriver waited a few moments before pulling out the two way mirror once again. Giving it a tickle at the back, the mirror gave a quiet chortle before the image of himself swirled and presented the barkeep who was the Fae's contact. Asking him for the address, Cerebri realized he was merely a few hours away from where the pick up point was. Flopping into bed, he covered his eyes for a short time, wondering if the work was really worth him giving up his hard-earned free time. But he had already given his word, and that was something he was not about to break. Growling loudly and slamming his fist into the soft mattress, Cerebri got up, got dressed, and went down to pay for his food and board. Getting his carriage ready took less than fifteen minutes, having only to rein his horses and dust off some access dust from the seats. He had already given the interior a good scrubdown a few days prior, as the client he picked up previously had a pet that spewed spit everywhere. The cushions of the seats were all well filled, the curtains were dark and shady, and the windows gleamed in the sunlight. Giving the vehicle one more quick lookaround in case he missed anything out, Cerebri picked up his provisions before climbing into the driver's seat and moving out. Riding through the winding city, he soon came to a brick wall. Picking out a small florescent marker from his coat, he drew a small seal on a slightly protruding brick. The seal soon melted away, along with the rest of the wall, which gave way to a small portal. Leading his magitech horses through, he turned around and muttered, "Close." in the fae language, which sealed the wall behind him. Getting back into his seat, he pushed his horses to full speed, galloping through the fae land for a while before coming to another portal. Opening the portal, he emerged into some back alley in Hellsgate, and made his way toward the inn where the pick up was to be made. Checking into the inn, he bought himself a small dinner, skimming his meal from the pantry as no one was there to serve him. Leaving his money on the table, he ate quietly before retiring to his room for a rest. Setting up his customary alarms, he walked past a massive armored being that just stood there, glaring at him as he passed by toward his room. Feeling a small chill down his spine, his face betrayed nothing of his feelings as he looked downward, doing his best to avoid eye contact with the man. The next morning came sooner than he expected, and he cleaned up quickly before heading down to the bar to wait for his clients. Still no one was there to serve him, so he helped himself to a mug of ale and left more money on the countertop. This was when he saw, from the corner of his eye, the Fae, the armored man and another coming down the stairs together. Turning around, he stared at them for a short while before growling slightly, "here."
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    Claiming the Furthest Point

    Chaos was par for the course in Yh'mi, and that was as mild as it got. The caravan had barely made it out of Inns'th and already the denizens of the land had decided that human meat was something that was just too much to resist. With the saevion and chhitten barging in on the front door, Aryssin had to make a decison. Would she be better off fighting two huge beasts, or fighting a horde of them? Time was of the essence, and that commodity was running out. Drawing her blade from its hilt, she made her way toward the side that was, at the very least, populated with someone whom she had fought alongside before, and knew how ferocious he was to be an ally alongside with. Gormaric was certainly a welcome sight in a fight. Sprinting over to the knight's side, she swung her sword at the closest chitten to her, feeling the blade tear through hide and muscle until the creature was hewn in two. As the creature slumped over, its blood flowed out, staining the ground with its unsightly colour. The ichor that stained her blade had began to smoke a little, a side effect of the sword's imbued holy magic burning off the creature's bodily fluids upon the glistening steel. Holding her stance, she stood there, sword point held high above her head, ready to slash downward at any creature that dared come forward toward her. Her sword training under the tutelage of the local swordmaster was starting to kick in, all those hours spent honing her technique and stance so that every movement, every step would not be a waste of energy. She was finally putting her muscle memory to work, and it felt satisfying.
  6. sorainvoked

    Dice Rolling Thread

    Let's see what Aryssin can do in the meantime.. (Furthest Point Round 1, D12)
  7. Cerebri will have to come visit Eliza in Dougton!

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      sorainvoked

      sure, that sounds wonderful 😄

  8. sorainvoked

    The Long Road Home

    "I do not care if you are a potential custormer or not, you got me at a bad time," Cerebri answered curtly. He was really in no mood for a feisty fae, as he had the displeasure of transporting one before; the journey was filled with more noise than he could tolerate, and he was extremely glad to be rid of her as early as possible. This fae was not helping things along with her attitude, and perhaps the bad timing was also playing a significant part in the negotiations; not tha he was one to really care about that anyway. "I now have to decide whether I do want your business. You blabbing on will not help things either." Cerebri staraed hard at the mirror for a short while. Was the business more important, or his well being? He wondered hard for a minute, before adding, "Also, if you have to ask me what kind of payment i accept, you clearly haven't done enough research." Cerebri scraped the floor with his boot, leaving behind a small trail of dustlessness on the floor. This was a hard decision to make, and he did not want to hastily make it. Finally he decided to hand this off to fate. Opening his coin pouch, he took out a little coin, a little piece of his childhood that no one ever knew about. The coin was scarred on one side, having been burnt in a fire that changed his life. Twiddling it between his fingers, he flicked it up high, watching as the coin spiraled rapidly before landing on the floor and spinning in the dustless spot his boot had just made not too long ago. If it were the unburnt side, he would take up the job. On the other hand, should the burnt side be shown, he would immediately reject the job, keep his mirror, and order some breakfast from the barkeep. It took a while for the spinning to eventually stop, and the side that showed was... "All right, where is the cargo and when do I pick him up," he said cooly, picking the coin off the floor and placing it back into his coin pouch. "Also I should be able to make the trip in three days, depending on the conditions of the road. It will cost a bit more should you want a rushed delivery," he added. "Payment will be in favors," he stated matter-of-factly. "The more difficult the job, the more favors. Is that acceptable?" Cerebri walked off to the corner post of his bed and pulled on his shirt and coat. "Give me the details soon enough. Pass them on to whichever barkeep you contacted to contact me, and I will be there."
  9. sorainvoked

    Claiming the Furthest Point

    Aryssin looked up at the sun. Having now passed its golden hour, the sun now started to beat down its hot rays into the dirt, heating up the mud and soil beneath her feet and making it more like sand than anything. The caked mud on her boots started to dry off and fall to join its kind, while leaving small imprints of where they once stood in defiance of the motion of her walking. 'I'll probably need to clean that up after this adventure,' Aryssin thought to herself. Swinging her backpack to the front, she rummaged through it for her waterskin and took a quick swig. The cool waters quenched her parched throat, and she let out a satisfying sigh before stoppering it. She finally saw the caravan, which had already started to fill with plenty of other adventurers, and marched towards them with a much quicker pace, not wanting to be the last to arrive. ~ Aryssin was no stranger to Yh'mi, having been on two adventures with the Paladins of the White Hand order; the first was to retrieve a banner of sorts from a fallen airship, which was harrowing enough, but then came the war for Inns'th. That had nearly cost Aryssin her own life, and created a fear within her of things called twistlings; nasty creatures that looked like normal humans then weren't. The emotional scarring from the war was something she had to get over, and it was something that became her life's work. Choosing to face her fears head on, she became a bounty hunter specializing in twistlings, and on her off days she was a healer, using her white magic to help those in need of a quick fix. However, the days started to get long, and the twistling business was only so much that could sustain her. She never took a dime off someone who could not afford it, and unfortunately that meant a lot of people in Inns'th. It was not a rich town after all, and she had to do what she could to get by. Eventually craving another adventure, she saw an opportunity; an escort mission. Gathering up her things, she made her way towards the holding area. ~ Finally arriving, she looked for the closest group of people before setting down her things and checking them once more. Rations were divvied up into days, and she took one out and nibbled on the end of her bread, feeling a little peckish after her trek. Finally scanning her surroundings, she saw a group of four, a lady and a rather handsome man in her group. Spotting Fidelitas, she decided to walk over to greet the paladin. [Bottom right]
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    Wild at Heart

    With what looked like the end of the meeting, Cerebri set down his glass of whiskey having downed the whole thing like a shot. The alcohol was smooth and yet its woody smells were inviting, which made it especially comforting. Cerebri set it in his mind to find the whiskey maker and buy out the whole distillery, either that or buy the recipe from the owner. Money was of no issue to him; the number of rich people who owned him debts of favor were innumerable. A couple of 'donations' from said people would more than cover the bill of the purchase. With that thought tucked snugly at the back of his head, Cerebri stood up and made for the door. Making his way out, Cerebri decided to stop for a while and have a drink. The whiskey his now boss had poured him had set him in a mood for a drink, and he called for the bartender to pour him a glass of whiskey. Glancing back ever so slightly for the sign that the elf had exited, he was prepared to stop the elf in order to buy her a drink, under the guise of just getting to know his colleague a little better.
  11. Sounds like Aryssin would be a perfect fit for this endeavour, sign her up! I would love to play a monster too heh.
  12. sorainvoked

    The Long Road Home

    Cerebri opened his eyes. The morning sun had begun shining into his room, making it brighter by the minute. This was a long awaited holiday for him, a rest and respite that he felt he sorely deserved. The last five deliveries had been more than a little difficult, considering the circumstances that he had to undergo. He had sent his carriage to the painter for a fresh new coat, seeing that the last two pieces of cargo were particularly recognisable. Apparently he had gotten himself involved in two kidnapping schemes, and that was about as much as he could take. The constant screaming and kicking from the victims meant he could not find rest in any inns he frequented, and it also meant no decent amount of sleep due to the constant amount of noise he had to tolerate from all the thrashing about in his carriage. Even the painter looked at him a little funny when he received the carriage, but at least Cerebri knew he was not one to go questioning people on their activities, and knew how to keep his mouth shut, which was why the shadier of clientele often sought his expertise in the cover up jobs. As for the other three deliveries, they were routine rush jobs, requiring all-nighters that kept him cranky to no end. Finally sitting up on his bed, Cerebri stifled a yawn before walking over to the attached bathroom. There was a loud clamor from the bar in the inn, but that did not bother Cerebri. If the authorities were coming for him, they would have been really quiet about it, but Cerebri knew better than to leave things to chance. He had placed several thin, easily broken lengths of string on the doorway leading up to his room that were attached to bells that would break on contact and jingle the bells, and this early warning system would give Cerebri ample time to get out of his room. He knew where every exit was, which was a habit he brought over from his job, and that was essential to his survival. It was halfway through his waking up routine when he heard a small raspberry coming from his overcoat pocket. "Just ignore it, you're on a holiday," he thought to himself, rubbing his temples as he felt the tension building up inside him. Damn jobs never seemed to stop. Not that he was ungrateful for the things he had because of his career, but he could definitely do with one more day's rest. Why did they always seem to call during periods of time where he was supposed to be resting? That was just annoying, but there was nothing he could do about it. Getting out of the bathroom, he walked over to his overcoat, slipped his hand in and pulled out a small mirror, no bigger than the size of a palm. The mirror was a communications mirror, commissioned to the Gnomes by him so that he would remain obscured on the other end, while fully being able to see the person he was communicating with. While the task was accomplished well by the gnomes, they decided to add in the raspberry alert as a joke. He initially did not want to take the product, but circumstances at the time forced his hand. "Trust the bloody gnomes to think of an alert like a raspberry," he thought to himself, half wondering if he could still get a refund on the item. As the image on the other side slowly began to fade into view, he saw a fae standing there. "Oh no. Not them," he groaned to himself before curtly replying to the mirror, "WHAT."
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    Wild at Heart

    Cerebri felt a little stupid after hearing what the interviewer said. The whole point of him writing his job on a piece of paper was to hide from the others what he did, and here he had to state, and clearly, what his skills and experiences were. This was not only counterproductive to what he intended, it totally ran against the face of what he wanted. 'John, you wily man,' he thought to himself. The elf had snatched the chance to answer first, letting the room know her experiences and skills. It was interesting to watch her go blank for a minute, lost in her thoughts. He instantly knew that the girl was more than met the eye, and he had to find out more. Perhaps a drink with her after, he thought to himself. There was just something magnetic that he found attractive about her, and he caught himself staring at her intently , albeit under the rim of his hat. He hoped no one noticed. Finally, after she was done, he stood up, and in a gruff voice, stated, "I do deliveries. I have been doing them for the last 20 years, and I can find no one who knows Terrenus's roads better than I. Every back alley, quick route, gateway or short cut is available to me, and I make sure that all deliveries are made on time, every time." With that, he sat back down and pulled up another seat, planting one leg on it like a leg rest. It was now the mystery man's turn, and he was curious to hear what experiences that man had.
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