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  1. sorainvoked

    Reviving the Promise [Sky's Great Ravine Airship]

    "Wings? No thanks," replied Cerebri in a low voice before returning to his wood carving. He had hardly the time to spend on this particular one, seeing as how he was often on a job. The wood carving was that of an elf he had recently met, and one that, for some reason, occupied some real estate in his head. He thought of her often, but never longingly. It came more as a flash-and-go sort of thought, though it came often; far too often. As he continued to scrape off shavings that would represent her hair, he meticulously carved it as he remembered it; soft, wavy and luscious. Suddenly catching himself in the act of staring too long at the wooden figure, he placed the carving back into his pocket and moved to the port of the ghost ship. It was an amazing thing, this ghostly ship. He had never seen anything of the like, instead being constantly surrounded by magitech. It being run by ghosts was something even more interesting, but he was not here to admire things. He was here to establish inroads into an area of land he had not visited in a long while, and one of the first things on his agenda was to gather information on the place. Walking up to the fae, the same one he had been contacted by in a previous adventure, he made his presence known to her before asking if she had any contacts in Terrenus that he could speak to. He had some people already in mind to talk to, should they still be alive, but still, having one more to talk to would definitely improve prospects; cast a wider net and all that. Spotting the cave the fae had talked about, he felt something familiar about it. Perhaps it was something similar to a cave he had visited as a younger man, or maybe... "I pick the cave," he growled, before heading off to prepare his arms for a potential fight.
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    What’s the meaning of your character’s name?

    Well I know my characters are not well known, but I'll do this anyway. Dyloceus was a name I made up trying to make him sound Greek. Having grown up with Greek mythology dominating my life it was only natural I name my first character in Valucre someone Greek sounding. Cerebri is named after the infamous 3 headed dog o'hell, and this was because I wanted the character to sound rather gruff and at the same time have all eyes on the ball when he does his deliveries. Lancaster was a euphemism based on 2 words: Lan Jiao (blue bird in a Chinese dialect, which means the male genitalia) and caster, and you can basically guess what his name means (spread that thing far and wide yo). Aryssin was basically meant to sound like assassin, and was also a combination of two words, array and sin. Her backstory is that she was once an assassin for a kingdom, thus the array of sin she has committed over the years. That's all I guess.
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    Breaking Ground (Wild Hearts)

    Cerebri had a plan. He intended to walk into the bar, sit, and have a drink. After a few drinks, he had intended to act drunk, stir a ruckus, disturb the peace there in order to judge the reaction of the two lieutenants while hoping that someone would be able to sneak in and spike their drinks. After telling the two occupants of his plans, he motioned to Eliza to come over to him, where he asked gruffly if she would play his date for the evening. Depending on the answer, he would have to tweak his story, but the basic one was in place: either he would go in as a man who was spurned by someone he liked, thus giving him an excuse to drink, or he would go in with a fine lady, but make a fool of himself. This would too allow him to get to know the Elf lady more, and it was something he quietly hoped she would agree to. He did not want to seem eager to get to know her better, but every chance he got to get closer, he would try. Whipping his horses into a frenzy, he turned several corners, each with surprising accuracy so that his passengers would feel nothing but a slight bump, and soon came to the front of the bar. Jumping off the driver's seat, he led his horses to the nearby trough and whistled low. The magitech horses lowered their heads and began refueling, taking in water quickly and letting off the steam as the cold water rapidly cooled the creatures. Depending on the elf's answer, he would either open the carriage door to let the lady out gracefully, or he would stomp off, banging the door of the bar as loudly as he could.
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    Bloodwatch Base [Hub] [Furthest Point]

    Aryssin grabbed the food and started to wolf it down quickly, before a pang of guilt hit her. Slowly she put down the bowl, smiled sheepishly at the Knightess and asked, "What's your name?" Realising that it was rude that she had not given her own, she quickly muttered, "I'm Aryssin," and turned to allow her beet red face to cool off. Turning back, she noticed that the Knightess was now examining a pair of silvered steel braces, and a quick glance at them revealed a small detail to her; a tiny sigil. "Those are from the Kingdom of Lefel, off in the Cold South of Genesaris," she said in a matter-of-factly tone. Pulling out the dagger she had herself picked up from the belly of the fallen Chhitten Magnus, she pointed the lower crossguard at the Knightess, showing off the same emblem. "Probably from the Royal Guard too." Choosing to withhold the information as to why they would be there, the lithe girl slumped down toward the fire, picking up a nearby branch to poke and prod at the fuel, shifting them around so that the fire could consume the remnants that were hiding under the ash. "I used to work for them too, the Lefellian Kingdom. Was one of their.. uh.." Aryssin stumbled around her head looking for the right word to use. Killer? No, that would probably scare her new friend away. Assassin? That would be worse. Fixer... Yeah, fixer. "Fixers," she uttered cautiously. She looked searchingly at the Knightess for any sort of response from the word she used, hoping that there would not be a bad or nasty one; she had, after all, left that life behind. Hopefully this was not the place where her past would catch up to her, not in the acrid wilds of Yh'mi. "So, um, what is it you do?" asked Aryssin quietly, wanting eagerly to start a conversation with the lady. @Fierach
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    Entwined Flames

    The cambion managed to find the real court after a short while of searching due to the amount of clamour from the court itself. Apparently Gavin had managed to cause such a furor within the court that, due to all that excitement and anger, Dyloceus managed to slip in without anyone being the wiser. Choosing the farthest seat from the court benches, the cambion scanned the room quickly. There was Gavin up on the witness stand, blabbing his head off about being fair and all that (not that the cambion was really paying attention anyway, he knew how the world was and didn't care much for fairness), and Dawen, of course, the one being pointed at and accused of being a murderer. 'Bah, one soul isn't a murder," the cambion muttered under his breath, looking around the rest of the courtroom. The baliffs were posted all around the courtroom, in anticipation of Dyloceus's arrival probably. Ever since his escape from the prison, he knew that they had predicted that he would try to make an entrance into the courtroom in order to disrupt proceedings (which indeed was his plan and eventual goal), and as such had posted more guards to combat that problem. 'Throw numbers at the problem, why not,' the cambion thought to himself, smirking to no one in particular. The courtroom was also filled with outraged citizens of Lefel, all intent on seeing someone hang for the crimes against their beloved citizen. No one in the courtroom saw reason at this time, and that was a dangerous place to be. The bloodlust was palpable, and this was highly.. unusual. No courtroom that Dyloceus had ever been in had this much contempt for the defendant, almost to the point where the hate was manufactured. 'Manufactured,' Dyloceus was intrigued. Rolling back his sleeve, he pressed his tattoo with a sharp nail, which caused a bead of blood to form on the tattoo, and muttered, "Invigorum Oculi". Almost immediately a small haze clouded his eyes for a bit before clearing, causing a tiny blue glow to appear around his irides. Immediately apparent were red tendrils that seemed to float around the participants of the hearing, floating upward into a cloud mass above their heads. 'Ah, nasty little bugger that one,' thought the cambion, who was now looking for the source of the cloud's forming. Tracing the wisps, his eyes eventually led to someone three seats from the Duke, who was now asking Gavin some poignant questions about his past. It seemed that every time the Duke spoke, more of the red mist would sprout out of his mouth and into the air, polluting it with even more bloodlust, and thus, making the crowd even more angry. "Crafty little arse, I'll see how you react to this." "Chaos, meet greater chaos," Dyloceus said under his breath before drawing out his ceremonial dagger and cutting a deeper cut into his arm. The glow on the tattoo now shone more radiant as the bright red blood began to coat the edges of the cross. Once the entire perimeter of the cross was covered in the glow, he uttered, "Omnis iram, iram omnium" and opened his mouth. Instantly a large red cloud burst forth, adding to the already immense cloud that had gathered above everyone. What once was a trickle of red mist now turned into a massive tidal wave, and the crowd jumped to their feet, rushing forward at the two accused, bloodlust dripping from their mouths as spit and foam. "Time to run fools," he called out, hoping the elf and the human would hear him and bolt out the nearest door while the baliffs were busy with the mob.
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    Bloodwatch Base [Hub] [Furthest Point]

    Aryssin reached the camp just as food was being passed out to the survivors of the previous battle. Hastening her footsteps, she rushed forward, snatching the bowl out of Fidelitas's hands and wolfing down its contents. The healing she had to do to recover had left her famished, and hunger was probably her worst impulse control. Licking the bowl clean, the tired girl looked around, hoping to find other scraps that the other adventurers had left behind. Noticing that one adventurer had not taken her share of the food, Aryssin bounded forward and planted herself at the foot of the Knightess's food, staring at it longingly before mustering the courage and asking, "Are you going to eat that?", drool practically dripping from her mouth. @Fierach
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    Claiming the Furthest Point

    As the battle died down and things started to calm on the battlefield, Aryssin looked around. Having spent some time nursing that broken rib of hers, she stood up gingerly, holding the once broken rib in case there was still some pain left. Finding out that there was none, she straightened up, surveying the battle scars that had been left on the plain. The sturdy wooden carts had broken down, and Aryssin could not help but wonder if she had been part of the cause; after all she had spent some time hiding in one, and that might have called attention to it. Thinking for a bit Aryssin shook her head; there was no attack on the carts while she was in them, therefore no blame could be afforded her. Walking to the hulking beast that had caused her so much hurt, she kicked its head as though trying to see if the creature was truly dead (if it was not she would stab it repeatedly with her sword till no more head could be seen). Satisfied that the Magnus was well and truly dead, the ex-assassin followed the trail of the creature's body downward, noticing that there was a massive opening in the creature. Curious as to what the Chhitten looked on the inside, Aryssin slowly walked toward the wound, the smell of the innards hitting her like an anvil. As providence would have it, she noticed a glint in the leftover sunlight; a glint of metal that shone off something shiny within all that ichor. Picking up a stick, Aryssin poked and prodded at the glint until it revealed a small handle, silver and gleaming with little to no tarnish. Upon closer inspection, she noticed an emblem on the lower crossguard: a Lefellian coat of arms. This one was emblazoned in rose gold; it was a dagger once owned by a member of the Lefellian Royal Guard. Quickly tugging it out of the fell creature's innards, Aryssin wiped the dagger on her cloak, ridding it of all the stains that was upon its blade. "Still sharp," she thought, noticing a few threads on her cloak had split just by gently brushing the dagger on it. She expected it to be too, as Lefellian blades were renowned for their incredibly sharp blades. "Poor bastard, to die so far from home," she thought to herself, slipping the blade into her belt. "Wonder what they were doing here though." Her mind began to wander, and soon stuck itself on one possible reason: to bring Miss Silvergrove back to Lefel. That would have been a good reason to venture so far, to look for the princess. "Well, too late boys, she's off," she muttered to no one in particular as she began walking off the field to join the others.
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    Claiming the Furthest Point

    Falling to the ground after the massive ground pound the Magnus executed, Aryssin barely saw the swipe of the massive Chhitten and rolled out of the way. She did not stay unharmed through that though, as the tip of the creature's blade grazed her thigh. The neurotoxins from the claw began its work, slowly causing Aryssin's vision to sway and blur. Knowing that she had little time before the toxins truly affected her cognitive functions, Aryssin summoned up the rest of her strength and slammed her palm onto the muddy floor, creating a runic circle of light. Chanting quickly, the light from the runic circle began enveloping her body, clearing any minor wounds that may have opened from scratches and scrapes. The added effect of the light burned away the toxins within her too, slowly clearing her head. The rib she had broken could not fully mend though, and that needed attention quickly. Another strike at that general area could be devastating to her, as the rib was well placed to puncture her lung. "Well, best I can do in such circumstances I guess," she shrugged to no one in particular. Slowly getting up, she winced as the light slowly faded and the pain from her rib shot through her body. "I can live with that," she chanted to herself, remembering a certain cambion who had previously punched her so hard it basically broke every rib in her body; she still stood up after that attack, but almost immediately doubled over in pain after. This pain was nowhere near those levels. Looking up, she noticed that the others had managed to finally take down the hulking monstrosity, which gave the fighters some bit of respite. "Good, will pull back for now to heal," she thought to herself. Finding an outcrop of stone that the Chhitten Magnus had flung her way but missed, she leaned on it, slowly slumping down and clinging to her wounded rib. "Urgh, nasty thing. I need more armor," she thought to herself.
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    Dice Rolling Thread

    D12 to determine what happens to ARYSSIN Round 6 of Claiming the Furthest point!
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    Breaking Ground (Wild Hearts)

    "Ohh, the Rising suns," cooed the barkeep in his signature singsong voice. "I'll tell you more about them in a minute, it won't do to talk about them so openly." Before Cerebri could protest, the barkeep called out to another patron to wait patiently for his beer as he needed to get another keg from the cellar, before heading down a trapdoor toward the alcoholic underground. Once he had stopped moving, the barkeep looked twice over his shoulder to make sure no one had followed him before pulling out the mirror once again. "From what I know there are three main leaders in the cult that is the Rising Sun. The first is Ra, a tall, handome young man who seems like he has eyes of a hawk. Apparently he's the man with all the information, the one they call spymaster. He has plenty of eyes and ears everywhere, so you coming into town is probably a known fact," the barkeep whispered. "I wouldn't mind getting my hands on that dark skinned boy, ooh what a handsome thing that would add to my collection." The barkeep shook in glee as his mind floated to other things. A quick throat clearing brought the man back down to earth. "Then there's the second who is called Helios, and who is the one in direct competition with you. He's the one who is the deliverer; he gets shipments of all sorts of things from all over and transports them here to Tellus Mater. Also the bruiser of the three. More brawns than brain, unfortunately, so talking to him is like talking to a barrel of fish; no resposne, and all you get is wet for your efforts. Those pecs though, mmmm." The barkeep shivered once more, letting out a huge sigh. "Pity he won't be able to entertain me after all the physical fun is over." Cerebri rubbed his temple. 'This is going to be over', he kept thinking to himself, although he made a mental note to see what else Helios would have that would be of benefit to him. "Then finally there's Sol Invictus." Cerebri perked up for a minute. He noticed that the bartender had become a little tense, and somehow fear clouded his eyes for a split moment, before continuing. "People call him Sol for short. Him I've had the pleasure of meeting. A brooding, middle aged man with a bit of a hunch, but don't let his supposedly frail looking body deceive you; beneath is a hardened man, capable of taking punishment as well as dishing out his own. He would have been the bruiser of the team if he did not have someone who was slightly better at that than he was, but still a scary sight to behold." The barkeep's eyes narrowed slightly. "It was he who started the whole gang to begin with, in my bar, just over a year ago. Damn near broke down the house, with all the bodies he threw against the rafters." As sudden as the barkeep became sullen, he perked up and went on. "The three of them are collectively known as 'the Belt'. And from what I know, they seem to have weekly meetings to discuss the state of their cult at ever changing locations. If you want to know more, I currently have two of their lieutenants in my bar having drinks. You can ask them if you please." The barkeep gave Cerebri a little wink. "Thank you," grunted Cerebri, before tossing another gold coin through the mirror. "You are welcome honey," the bartender chirped, before putting the coin in his pocket and the mirror down. Cerebri turned back to the other guests in his house. "I know where more information can be found," he growled out to the two. "Let's go, I'll tell you more on the ride." Striding out of the house, he gave a whistle blast, which summoned his carriage to him. Clambering on, he waited for his guests before speeding away, telling them all what he had just learned.
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    Claiming the Furthest Point

    Aryssin was so focused at running toward the enemy that she failed to see its tail whipping straight toward her, smashing directly into her chest. The lithe girl let out a gasp, before tumbling into the dirt, the proverbial stuffing knocked out of her. She struggled for a short while to find her breath, and decided to try taking a deep one, only to immediately wince and double over once again. Tentatively feeling her ribs, she felt a short, sharp pain shoot up when she touched her third rib, which she recognized as broken. She now knew that she could not breath hard, as that could cause her to pierce her own lungs with the broken rib. This would not take her out of the fight though, and she struggled to her feet once again and began trodding slowly toward the Chhitten Magnus, which had, she noticed, now finally taken a defensive pose. 'Finally slowing down eh you," she muttered before letting out an expletive that only a mother would forgive. Taking a few steps forward. Aryssin planted her bow into the ground. Notching the second black arrow, she planted her bow firmly into the ground before straining against it, pulling it back as far as she could. The bow was not of regular tensile strength, requiring a harder pull than normal, but it meant that she could shoot it farther than most others. This did not work in her favour this time though, groaning in pain as she pulled inch by excruciating inch backwards. Finally satisfied with the distance of the draw, she aimed toward the Chhitten Magnus, only to see it being squashed by an unseen force. She looked around a little, finally spotting the lady bringing down the Chhitten Magnus: a knight, calling down some unknown power on the creature. "Move or be shot, lady knight," she screamed in her general direction, before doing a quick spell chant. Lightning burst forth from the heavens, striking her black arrow; cracking with delight, the arrow glowed and buzzed with anticipation before finding itself flying through the air, striking the Chhitten Magnus on its tough carapace. With its lightning imbued powers the arrow cut through the armour quickly, entering the creature's insides. A small flash of light, and the smell of burning flesh wafted over to Aryssin; the arrow had done its work, frying a bit of the insides of the Chhitten Magnus, further weakening the monster. "Urgh, I really have to heal myself," she grunted, falling to her knees.
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    Dice Rolling Thread

    kick da bug tank in da bart! /roll for furthest point
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    Claiming the Furthest Point

    Apparently hiding in a wagon provided no cover whatsoever, as the huge rocks that were pushed out of the way of the rising Chhitten Magnus flew past the spokes of the wheels and cut a deep gash into Aryssin's cheek. "Nut," she thought to herself, afraid that the creature had now left a scar on her. The lightning barrier that she had cast on both her and the handsome guy had now gone, having been dissipated by another onrushing chhitten. At least there was now one less to take care of, though the wagon was still in big danger of being overrun by the big daddy of a chhitten. The shockwave had threatened to knock her off her feet, but she managed to duck at the last second, allowing the wood boards of the wagon to take the brunt of the compressed air . Peeking back above the wagon side, Aryssin saw that the Chhitten Magnus was now distracted by a flying dark knight, who sent a huge crushing blow down on to the creature, his blade biting deep and tearing asunder the flesh of the enormous creature. Deciding that it was now time for the black arrow to come into play, Aryssin plucked it out of her quiver. The black arrow shone in the light, as though eager for its owner to infuse any sort of magic into it. Kissing the tip of the arrow, Aryssin closed her eyes and recited a spell she had by now etched into her mind. The black arrow began to glow, absorbing the magic that was being poured into it, up to bursting point. She then notched it to her bow, pulled as far as she could, and looking one more time, let it fly. The arrow spirited high and far, before landing on one of the Chhitten Magnus' scythe-like arms, causing it to swell. "Bullseye", she whispered to herself, staring at the arm swell to immense proportions before exploding, spreading ichor and blood everywhere on the battlefield. Cowering back behind the wagon board, Aryssin heard a huge thud just outside, so out of curiosity she took a peek. Standing in the ground was the scythe of the arm, wedged into the ground like a thorn in Mother Gaia. Just one foot more and she would probably have been cleaved in half. Slumping back behind the wagon, Aryssin felt sick, and heaved into the wagon; this was the closest she ever was to dying and she knew she barely just escaped. "Sorry to the people who have to clean up later," she thought before steeling herself, clambering out of the wagon and rushing toward the Chhitten Magnus to press the attack.
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    Dice Rolling Thread

    Rolling d3 to see if i get hit by a bug tank.
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    Dice Rolling Thread

    Rolling for Furthest point!
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    Breaking Ground (Wild Hearts)

    The Helldriver watched on as his new boss continued to beat the living daylights out of the thugs who had the foresight to threaten a man superior to their talents with a certain amount of dispassion. The cretins weren't worth much to look at, but Cerebri had other plans. After the interrogation was done, the Helldriver pulled the group together. providing them with some medical coverage, which had earned him a little trust from them. There was, of course, a caveat to the coverage, which included spying on their current masters for him, in case there was any movement from them that would be detrimental to the arriving group's opening. He also needed minions, and where better to start looking than those already in the seedy underbelly of the area; those who already knew the ins and outs of the criminal going-ons of Tellus Matter. "Yep," he replied simply to his boss when the question fell upon him to to look for a space to set up their now expanding empire. He already had a small base of operations in Tellus Matter for his other jobs, but Cerebri did not want his other jobs to mix with the running of the newly minted crew's jobs, so he elected to bring them to a deceptively small house, one that was recently vacated by him when its occupant had failed to pay up the favour he was owed for completing a job for them. He was still going to claim his favour from them of course, but at the time he just felt that an empty house would be a good investment, and certainly enough it was. Opening the door, the house, while on the surface looked drab and dull with plenty of holes where upkeep was very much in need, actually boasted an incredibly luxurious and well furnished decor, filled with drapes of brilliant red, carpets of incredible green, and furniture fit for a king. "Ungh," he grunted, motioning for his companions to enter and make themselves at home. If anyone were to ask him how he got the place, he would just answer simply that he found it. "Well, time to go to work," he muttered, after taking two long swigs from the nearby whiskey flask. Standing up, he took out a small goblin-made mirror, pictured the local barkeep in his head and tickled it. Slowly the image of Cerebri in the mirror started to swirl, eventually morphing itself into the image of the barkeep, holding three mugs of ale in his hand. "Hey! So good to see you," exclaimed the man. "What can I do you for?" "I need information," muttered Cerebri. Digging through his pockets, the Helldriver produced a gold coin, which he then tossed into the mirror. The barkeep on the other end caught it, examined it quickly before placing it into his pocket with his free hand. "What do you wish to know?" the barkeep replied, smiling widely. "Rising Sun," growled Cerebri simply.
  17. Rudolph charged them, red nose shining so bright it blinded the defenders before sticking one of them into the wagon, the defender's blood dying its snout red as well. Ooh nasty stuff indeed
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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.
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    Dice Rolling Thread

    Furthest point round 3 roll d12
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    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.
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    Dice Rolling Thread

    Let's see what Aryssin can do in the meantime.. (Furthest Point Round 1, D12)
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