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[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't worry, I keep my promises.\"\n\nThat was a lie, though he fully intended to brush her hair and tail if need be.\n\n\"I'll be sure to help finish this war then. So you can get all comfy.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll buy into that.\" She said with a gentle sigh, \"Both of those, actually. I'll believe you on both of those things.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"I see... In our culture, the body becomes a sacred thing after death. Whatever state they were in when the soul departed from it, it shall stay that way. It's why you see very few centaur... What do they call it, taxidermy? Perhaps not, but you get my point...\"\nThe centaur shivered gently at the prospect of being stuffed and displayed after death, fairly certain that was not the sort of viewing Victor was referring to. He trotted over to another, his eyes softening as he recognised the more juvenile expression upon the clay." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, it's probably a cultural difference then.\" He pauses, looking at a full body work of an elf woman with facial scarring. \"To many Macon at least, they want to remember those that died as they were. They don't want to remember them as they were when disease took them, or when they died violently. Especially if they're going to sit up at home with them.\"\nHe clasped one hand behind his back, examining the model; It was a favorite of his.\n\"So, they bring them to me. I wash them, groom them, and make sure that they're actually dead before working on them. I try and make them look as though they're asleep with makeup, lotions and whatever else I may need. Furthermore, I try to keep their wounds closed, and try to slow down their decay so they can keep up with them for however long they need until they're buried.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ha! And what would a cremation do? Fire won't make them come back.\"\n\nAstrid's disdain for religion came to light as Aimar confronted her over the lack of a \"Proper\" Death process, she couldn't quite wrap her head around how people actually believed something like that could change anything, but religious followers were rather stubborn. And stubborn was a good word for the Macen, he was really getting on her nerves with him saying he'd happily kill her if need be, and she'd give him a fight if that's what he wished for. Some might argue he was brave to stand up against someone as ruthless as Astrid, but for the Silnari, it was simply dumb and cocky.\n\n\"Alright then Mr. Righteous, show me how you will absolve the world of all evil and spread your clemency to the unjust.\"\n\nUsing words she had heard from other religious people mockingly, she stored her old sword back into its sheath and in its stead, revealed her main combat weapon, a single-edged bladed polearm akin to a sovnya. Made mainly out of a black steel with blue lines going down the blade, the lines were cosmetic with daylight, but in low light conditions they could fool someone of where the limits of the blade really are. Astrid rotated her torso and aimed the tip of the blade in an angle to the ground with the edge upwards, adopting a defensive stance with her body behind the polearm. Still covered with her cloak and looking through some thin hairstrands, her stare finally shifted into one of provocation, almost daring Aimar to strike first." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His brows furrows slightly as he hears this. What was she on about? For someone as willing to use such distasteful magic as her, it's no surprise to him, she doesn't care too much about traditions like cremating the dead, but she said it with such vitriol it almost confused him. He'd angered her, that much was plain, but for someone who used such magic, had she not expected such strong reactions from people already?\n\nHis grip tightened on his blade as she sheathed her sword and pulled out her grieve, pointing it at him. It seemed like the time of them crossing blades would be sooner than he expected, something he notes with a small amount of regret. He shouldn't have said the last part, especially not to one as violent as her. He could leave, now; he could turn into a bird, fly off, maybe, or simply try surrendering and begging for forgiveness—though he doubts the latter would do any good. And in regard to the former... His father hadn't raised him to be a coward. He would only flee should the fight be completely unwinnable.\n\n\"... I don't wish to fight you, still. But if you leave me no choice in the matter, I Will Defend myself.\" He says a few subvocal words, before using his left hand to bump the pommel of his lesser. As soon as he does so, his blade ignites in flame, starting from the bottom of its length and travelling up it in less than a half of a second. Despite Astrid expecting for him to attack first, he doesn't, remaining where he is, watching her closely through the flames of his blade as it points directly to her. He's waiting on her to strike first." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Trusting her reflexes and speed, Astrid leaped forwards with remarkable speed, but perhaps clumsily or unluckily, the muddied ground prevented her from getting a proper launch and she was much slower in the air than she had expected, clearly telegraphing her attack to Aimar who promptly evaded the weak attack. She backstepped into her initial position after an embarrassingly terrible first strike, surely that'd be bad for initial impressions." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He manages to knock the grieve aside with his sword, extending his left hand, palm upward, fingers splayed, their tips pointing upward. As he raises that hand, a mottled mass of spiked roots and vines spring from the road, latching onto her calves and holding her in place. And with that, he retreats—he doesn't flee, instead repositioning, as he turns back around to face her." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Lighting a candle to combat the growing darkness outside, he looks at Circine.\n\"Well, is there anything you'll be needing for your stay then? I'm afraid outside of occasionally helping or healing centaur, I don't have them in my clinic often.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Just a blanket, maybe something to eat... If the horses eat it, I can too - but something warm would be nice... I can pay, of course.\"\nCir cine hadn't been a guest before, so had no idea what the etiquette was, fidgeting slightly as he watched Victor." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Quickly realised what was about to happen, Astrid flexed her legs preparing to jump, but the muddied grounds below her could not provide any firm ground for a quick jump, and the vines caught her anyways. The cloak protects her clothes and critical areas, but the thorny plants still managed to give her a few stingy cuts, but more urgent than injuries is the fact she cannot move. Held in place by a myriad of magical roots and stems, she struggles for freedom as her brain thinks of what she can do, that's when she notices something interesting.\n\nAlthough the plants prevent any movement of her legs, her left arm can move freely without touching any vines, and her right arm has some limited movement as well. Spinning the Sovnya and stabbing it into the ground, she grabs a dagger from the drop leg sheath and uses the played card again, throwing the knife with incredible speed towards Aimar, like the time it was used to kill the young boy, it was imbued with the same necrotic spell from before, although at this distance and against an armoured opponent. It wouldn't immediately kill him, but if the Macen didn't see the approaching knife, he was about to get a very unpleasant surprise." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Amar goes to parry the blade, but misjudges the speed at which it was thrown, attempting to deflect it too early. It hits him in the left shoulder, causing him to wince, but ignore it. Leaving it in was the best course of action for now, to prevent excess bleeding, and it didn't seem to hit so deep he can't maneuver.\n\nHe sheathes his sword and unslings his bow from his shoulder, reaching out his left arm once again, this time holding a closed fist. As he goes to quickly open it, a severe, sharp, numbing pain, shoots through his arm, causing it to twitch last minute, throwing his aim off. A burst of noxious, yellow-green looking gas explodes just behind Astrid, just outside where she's stuck. \n\nAmar looks down at the dagger, ripping it out, looking at the now necrotic flesh around the wound, a dark actor oozing from the wound, too black and too thick to be blood—at least, not healthy blood. He throws the blade to the ground before turning his view back to Astrid." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Slowly getting more angry at the vines containing her, the Ekremi senses the magical plants momentarily become weaker as Aimar struggles with the necrotic magic, and uses that brief window to break free from her green cage. Picking her weapon back from the ground as she notices what might be described as chemical warfare in another world, she is of course glad he missed that attack, but she had to be more cautious approaching a ranged opponent.\n\nStruggling on the wet ground with her numb legs from the trap, she moves slowly towards the forest, she casts another offensive spell, this time one that produces a miasma that accelerates organic decomposition. A nice fold against a plant based opponent, although it seems she wasn't too accurate with her attack, and Aimar was already moving from his position.\n\nAstrid stumbles and eventually crashes into a tree as she begins paying close attention to what information her ears can give. As she slowly rotates her ankle to get rid of the numbness, the white-haired girl breathes in slowly with her eyes closed to regain focus and composure for the next phase. This whole situation was clearly a very big miscommunication and should have never happened in the first place, but it was too late to be diplomatic although she firmly believed Aimar was mostly at fault for trying to be picky over who his saviour was.\n\nAs the angel she was, the now-recovered Astrid stood up and removed the hood of her cloak, she needed to fully absorb all her senses and the concealment was getting in the way of her peripheral view. With Sovnya in hand the Ekremi began closing the distance while using the abundant trees as cover from the incoming arrows." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In one swift motion, Amar grabs a few arrows in his right hand at once, knocking a single one while he keeps the other two in reserve, point facing downward. The knocked arrow is held against the right edge of his bow, kept still by his extended thumb as he draws the arrow back, aiming at the other warrior. \n\nHe looses his arrow, aiming at Astrid's neck—only for her to duck behind a tree at the last second. Quickly, he flicks one of his reserve arrows up, to replace the loosed one, drawing back the bow, this time aiming lower, just as he saw the hint of her foot begin to exit the tree's cover. This time, his shot is true, the arrow piercing her calf just above the ankle, sinking deeply into her muscle, causing her to stumble. \n\nHaving slowed her down, Amar takes this opportunity to again retreat, this time more confident in his attacks, drawing two more arrows to replace his lost ones as he prepares to duck behind a tree himself." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"You flirt, I did not... 'bring you home.' You're my guest and I invited you.\" She replied with a pout over her shoulder, and then whipped her head around so that her hair smacked him in the face as he asked his next question.\n\nThere was no pondering about it. She answered almost immediately.\n\"If you could stay here forever, I think I'd let you. But since you can't, I'll definitely have to open my door for you again someday soon. Either that, or go with you, but I can't leave yet. I've got responsibilities here first.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And what if I am a flirt? What are you going to do about it?\"\n\nThe words were paired with a ruffling head pat before he was met with a face full of hair. Some got in his mouth mid-sentence, and he had the unfortunate experience of extracting Carly's hair out of his mouth before drying it with a handkerchief.\n\n\"Is it because I'm a friend? One that came to visit? Or something else?\"\n\n\"As for those responsibilities... How long do you think you'll need?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're way too readable, I feel like every romance novel I've ever read has had you in it.\" She replied, but it wasn't exactly an insult. \n\nCarlyn leaned back gently and rested the back of her head in the cusp of his shoulder and neck, placing her cheek against his chin. \n\n\"You're keen on getting me back, huh? Very antsy.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And you can read, can't you?\"\n\nLivia wrapped an arm around Carly's waist as she leaned against him, pulling her in snug. He thought he was one who didn't make connections; clearly, he was wrong.\n\n\"Nothing wrong with wanting someone adorable as you back.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Of course I can read, goober.\" \n\nShe grumbled in his ear at the comment and for just a moment broke free from his grasp. Carlyn stood up to turn herself around and... Basically clotheslined him into the bed. She flopped down next to him and stuck her arm out, taking him down with her. It was up to him to get comfortable.\n\nShe looked over at him to see how he reacted while saying back, \"You're tremendously lucky I like you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Livia was initially caught off guard, but eventually let himself be clothesline onto the mattress, making a shallow L-shaped indentation in it. He looked over, giving her a smile before grabbing her arm, pulling her onto him, and rolling over so now he was on top. He gave her a sly grin as he fixed his hair confidently before fixing hers as well, brushing it out of her face.\n\n\"I had a feeling you did from the start.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She grinned and gave him a soft laugh as he flipped over. It felt nice to genuinely be close to someone, not just physically but emotionally too. But, well, she did have her own sly little comment to make as per usual. \n\n\"Hard not to when you've always been obsessed with me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She looked extra cute when she was laughing, but that iconic sly grin of hers was continuing to grow on him.\n\n\"Always have a comment up your sleeve eh?\"\n\nHe used a hand to restrain both of hers, holding them above her head, while another was placed near her head to stabilize himself. He returned her sly grin with one of his own, waiting for her reaction.\n\n\"Still got something to fire back like this?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not a word was spoken back. A sheepish and bashful look was returned to Livio, but her mouth stayed shut. Her ear flicked once in response and a softer smiled formed on her face to replace that smugness. She hadn't even been in this position before. It was hard to find words for it, and so she just looked at him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Seems like I finally shut you up, huh?\"\n\nHer hands were pulled further above her head, and another hand snaked under her back to pull her up. Livia made his move, taking advantage of the kimono's sudden shyness and pressed his lips into Carly's. He went quite light, as not to give her a sensory overload." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was still an overload for her, who had never been kissed before. But it sat well with her anyways, as her hand reached its way up and along his face.\n\nWhen she got a moment to speak after their brief engagement she asked in a still abashed, but equally smug tone, \"How long have you been waiting for that?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With Carly accepting the kiss, Livia thought he had perhaps induced a silence in the dog. It only seemed to make her retaliate with words more though. Seems that he couldn't beat her in that department. So he would do so in another.\n\n\"Only about a year. Now shut up.\"\n\nHe goes for another kiss, this time, much more passionate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Livio got his giggle of doom from the dog, who rested back and allowed him his kiss. Her hand moved from his cheek to the back of his head and pulled him down as she went to rest her head on the pillow. \n\nShe hasn't been waiting for this. In a strange twist of irony, she didn't know she wanted this until just now. But after so long in relative isolation, it was hard not to brew strong opinions about the ones you missed. Carlyn was happy it turned out this way. She was certain Livio was, too." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Livia had been interested in Carly far sooner, but her disappearance meant that he didn't have the opportunity. Now, he seized it with fervor. His hand caressed her cheek, another wrapped around her. Now he could savor his prize; though, that wasn't the quite word, as Carly genuinely meant something to him.\n\nAfter a long period of kissing, Livia would break away so she could breathe.\n\n\"So, was I your first?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh please. You should already know you are. I've been a merchant since the day I could read. Never had time for anything like this.\"\n\nShe sniffed just to clear her mind and said, \"We'll set sail as soon as the war is over. I don't know where we'll go, but we'll go.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Just wanted to confirm.\"\n\nHe finally let her go, rolling over next to her on the bed.\n\n\"I'll go anywhere you go. I'm quite the traveler.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So does that mean you'll stay here with me for a bit?\" She asked sheepishly, looking over at him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hm? Of course.\"\n\nHe gave her a little book on the nose, then scratched her ears again. Was it time now then? His hand went to her stomach, giving her belly rubs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Carlyn grumbled at the prospect as his hands moved to her tummy, and she brought her knees up to her chest. She kicked her sheets some to move them and then told Livio, \"Move, space hog. I'm cold.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Livia would grab Carly and pull her into the covers before throwing them over the pair of them.\n\n\"I'll take all your space.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "The hallway, thankfully, turns out to be relatively short. She soon finds herself in front of a massive steel door - rusted along the edges and seams, seemingly held together by what looks to be... Studs? In reality it would be bolts and is indicative of what may be found beyond. In the middle of the door is a circular protrusion with a flat top and a slot in it, perfectly shaped for the key held on her person." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "June came to a stop as she saw the large door in front of her. Slowly she would move the arrow around to get a better look at it, soon coming across the slot in the center.\"Hm...\"The Cantor would place the box on the ground briefly before grabbing the key she had and inserting it into the slot. She would try to turn it seeing if it would at least unlock the door. If not, she could only assume this was a dead end.\n\n```+2.5 MANA Regent; 100/100 MANA Remaining\n1 Turn until light goes out```" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The metal key slips cleanly into the lock. It's impossible to turn right, but after turning it left the key manages to turn and solicits a clicking sound. The grinding of gears and the screeching of steel can be heard as the door shudders, swinging inwards revealing a rather large room. Though she can't exactly see very far inside, the floor appears to be black and is coated in dust - the black material appears smooth but not like stone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With the door opening, June would walk inside and scan the dark room. Down below, her Jackal would sniff at the air, soon letting out a sneeze at the dust filling the area. As the light on her arrow would soon go out, she would relight it again before continuing onward through the dark room.\"How can this whole place be under a house like that...\"She whispered within the gloom, moving onwards with her Jackal following after her.\n\n```Heated Shot: -5 MANA; 95/100 Remaining```" }, { "from": "human", "value": "It wouldn't take long for the arrow to begin illuminating things of interest. As she walks straight in she notices after almost bumping into it a table. The table in front of her is rather large - big enough for a grown adult macen male to lay upon it with plenty of wiggle room. Upon the table is a plethora of tools - many alien to her. Alongside those tools are solid metal parts, which are badly rusted - even in their current state it's easy to see the markings in them. A thick layer of dust covers everything on the table and the table itself, and the air smells especially stale in here." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "June quickly placed a hand on the table as she found herself nearly bumping into it. She would take a quick pause before glancing at the large table in front of her. Seeing the tools sitting upon it, June would curiously lean over the table and reach for the nearest one to get a better look at them. Jace meanwhile would be continuing to walk along the side of the table, his nose scrunching at the stale air of the room.\n\n```97.5/100 MANA\n2 Turns Remaining```" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She grabs some kind of strange metal device. It's the length of her fore arm and has a C shape at the end of a metal handle. The interior of the C, rather then being curved is split into three flat edges. It's quite hefty - and covered in rust. Another tool looks like a chisel but the tip is in the shape of an X. Beneath the table are several large containers, about four feet long and two feet tall. The table top is around four feet off the ground. As she explores the table she notices something glisten among all the metal - clearing the metal tools and debris out of the way she reveals what looks to be a lower human jaw... But it's made out of shinning steel. Slots for what looks like teeth are in it, and unlike all that surrounds it - it seems completely untouched by the ages. An indepth examination would reveal fancy shapes etched along the outer jaw - which seem to faintly glow..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "June would look at each tool with interest, wondering if it would be wrong of her to keep the things she finds in this place. Perhaps she could even sell them later, though worst case she could hand it over to the man that had hired her. For now, she would carefully place the tools in her bag before her gaze would eventually fall on the glowing jaw that sat underneath the pile. She stared at it in amazement before grabbing the metallic piece and looking it over as she ran a thumb along the outer edge of it. Eventually Jace would make his way back over to her, coming to sit down as he waited for her to finish.\n\n```100/100 MANA\n1 Turn Remaining```" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "She made an estranged noise as she was grabbed and pulled in close, though no resistance was offered. Frankly Livio was warm enough, and the sheets were only adding to that. \n\nShe tucked her face in between his shoulder and neck, and mumbled in his ear, \"I think I'm gonna go to sleep now. Long day of work and play. What say you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Has it gotten that late already?\"\n\nLivia stroked Carly's hair and ears as she snuggled up behind him, holding her close.\n\n\"You sure your parents will be fine with me sleeping with you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Definitely not fine with it.\" She replied, poking her head up and giving him a snarky grin. \"Though they went through this same thing when they were our age. My mom was just a simple merchant and my father was one hell of a necromancer back in the day. So they'll definitely understand. The whole... Adventurous boy meets big town girl.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Your dad's a necromancer?\"\n\nLivia smiled as Carly poked her head out, and he gave her a quick kiss in response.\n\n\"Well, it's not like we need their permission anyway.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "A new moon loomed over the sky tonight, devoid of stars and ashen clouds closed in from the northeast, heralding a storm. Dusk had long set in, and the cold evening breeze called for beasts and men alike to seek shelter. Critters chirped and owls hooted uneasily, weighted by the tense and humid air. \n\nBut not all beasts echoed the unease, or heeded nature's warnings. One of them crossed the plains near the mountainside with a light gait on his paws, barely disturbing the blades of grass underneath. He hummed an old folk song as he ventured south, brief words mixed with guttural snarls in the distinct tongue of the Hasaapian tribes. Every step he took synced with a lyric, distancing himself from the encroaching storm\n\nThe lone travelled concealed much of his identity beneath a black cloak. What could be seen was the distinct shape of a canine muzzle extending from his hood, a dried scar running deep across its bridge and spiked protrusions on the sides of his jaw resembling black fangs. At a glance, nobody would doubt he was a lone canifor, specifically of the more bestial variety found in the untamed Anushkenian wilds west of Silnaria: quick of temper and quicker of claw, yet stolid when unprovoked. \n\nBut then one could also take note of the horns atop his forehead, piercing through his hood like jagged spearheads, more fiendish than bestial. For one familiar with silnari gossip, it would be these horns that made it dreadfully clear who- or What The beast was. And if those rumours were true, one would be wise to avoid his ire. \n\n\|\|" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From that area, amidst the gentle glow of the moonlit night, the remarkable claws of Toss peaks can be clearly seen. Peering high above the clouds of Western Praia, its silent visage has kept the soul of this land for time unmeasured and tells of it in words unspoken. The root of minerals and rivers which flow from the deepest reaches of its abode had existed since the far past. Indeed, before even the distant time when the first pioneers had set upon their presence in this continent.\n \nA lone figure is staring at their own reflection on top of a river's surface. Cascade of water can be heard not far from there. Its current carved rocks and soil onto the ravine which they are in at the moment. The water itself originated from an unseen source beneath the mountain. It was a place recounted in numbers of old tales. Mythical creatures far more ancient than any kingdom lingers there, never to recognize the ray of sunlight.\n_ _\n\n_ _\nThe clear water and illumination radiated by the moon captured the image of the figure's appearance perfectly. Sweeping golden strands of hairs from their face, they– or she, blinked on top of the water's surface. The girl on the other side is an ordinary young Macon, if not quite more charming than average. Fixing the scholarly beret on top of her hat, she smiled at her own reflection. Occasionally, she would make a pose with her long, wooden staff, like a child in front of a mirror. It is not until the thunderous roar of the distant lightning had pulled her attention back towards her surroundings, that she finally looked away.\n \n\"I think there is still some time.\" She thought inside her mind while gauging the distance of the storm. It was done by counting the interval between flash of lightning and its following loud exclamation.\n \nCarefully, she puts away all the refilled water containers inside her backpack. Then, she began to walk, following along the river. Steep ground like this would be the best place to camp in a storm. Away from treeline, yet not too far away into the flat soil. She was also thinking about seeking a location where flooding would be unlikely to happen. Though, she was distracted by a faint, yet distinctive noise which entered her ear. A quite gravelly voice, following a pattern which are undoubtedly fixed pitches. It is...\n \n\"A song?\" She muttered quietly.\n\n_ _\nThe girl turned her head in the voice's direction. Towards North-East, the view of the path that she has taken before sliding down into the ravine is entirely visible. Beyond that, faraway in the distance, she can also see half of the rocky peaks. Thick, black clouds of encroaching storms encircling the other half of the mountains. These regions are sparsely populated and travelled through. Even the hardy Lora of the west would often choose to evade this path. Thus, she certainly doesn't expect anyone to be this close in proximity with her trek.\n \nMeeting a stranger in a wilderness like this can often lead into various grim circumstances. Her eyes darted to the side momentarily. Unfortunately, there seems to be nowhere for her to hide and watch whoever it is, to discern whether they are friendly or not. And hence, the figure finally came into view, appearing like a ghost from the ridgeline not far above her.\n \n\"That's.!!\" Her wariness had increased exponentially.\n\n_ _\nTheir nefarious appearance is exactly as mentioned in the rumors, one that she heard when visiting Floor not too long ago. \"As the sun is set, beware. Your eyes would be drawn towards their jagged horns, which is not that of a beast, but something far more sinister.\"* Her boots scraped against the pebbles and the rocks underneath her. Rotating her whole body abruptly, she faced towards the figure's direction. She looked at the figure with sharp and cautious eyes, attempting to perceive what is obscured behind the veil of their hood. There is no point in walking away quietly, as she is quite sure that they've seen her anyway. \n \n\"....\" \n \nShe didn't say anything, but her nerves are cranked to their maximum. If the figure is indeed, the renowned \"Revenant\", and the rumors surrounding them were not a simple hogwash, then she will know of it soon. However, for one, the girl is not one to trust rumors blindly, nor that she is a person that is keen to get into conflict.*" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Aimar lines up his shot with Astrid just as she ducks behind the tree, having to wait until she exits to loose an arrow. He steels himself to do so... Until he see's the tree begin to rot. The sight of it withering, blackening, buckling under its own weight is enough for him to lose his composure, the drawn arrow being loosed by accident, thunking harmlessly into the dead wood of the tree.\n\nHe prepares another arrow, but not fast enough to loose upon astrid as soon as she left the tree's cover. He pulls back just as she launches off the tree and into another, the arrow being loosed early and flying harmlessly a few inches past her head.\n\nHe goes to draw another as the dagger hits him in the upper right arm. A scratch, barely enough for him to register—but he certainly notices the magic. His arm starts to go numb just as he starts to knock the arrow, unable to get a good grip on the drawstring. He looks down at his arm, his eyes growing wide as he notices a growing blackness running down his arm and up his shoulder. \n\nThe arrow falls from his arm, Aimar barely even able to raise it anymore, and he begins to stagger backwards—and then turns around, breaking into a full on sprint. He can't win this, not with an arm like this. He grasps his bow with his left hand, starting to feel that one grow numb, too, as the magic from his shoulder wound starts going down it. \n\n\"Shit, shit, no no no no no.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No longer someone fighting against a comparable opponent, Astrid is now akin to a predator hunting fleeing prey, and the hunter was indeed faster. She stalked Amar through the forest, closing the distance but not quite at striking point yet, perhaps it was on purpose to mess with his psychology, or the arrow hit was limiting her mobility, but she had the clear upper hand over the Macon, with only her mercy dictating how far she'd go.\n\nDeciding enough was enough, she leaped with more strength than previously to have enough momentum to catch her opponent, she moved her Sonya in the air for two diagonal slices upwards and then downwards. Landing the strikes on his back thigh and through his back and also slightly cutting the arm. The back and arm damage was very shallow, but the cut on Amar's left thigh was almost bone-deep, convincingly removing his movement capacity. But Astrid was still in the air, so she used the last bit of speed she carried to kick the Macon from behind as she struck the ground with her pole arm, the drier ground stopping the blade pretty quickly, Astrid landing after a rather unconventional way of braking.\n\nThe injured Amar, who had fallen face-first into the ground, would be welcomed by the tip of a blade once he turned his face, the wielder of the weapon could finally be identified now that there was no hood hiding the Remi's face. Astrid was trying to control her breathing, and had a few drops of sweat and rain on her face, her long alpine hair trying to hide inside her cloak, with some pointy ears and a few black and blue hair ornaments breaking the white hegemony. Her cloak had been stained by mud and some bloodstains, mainly from the sharp vines. Her right leg, partially obscured by the cloak, was covered in red from the arrow that was still drawing blood, but horrifyingly, she seemed unfazed by the impaled projectile.\n\n\"... I Win...\"\n\n \n\nBetween ragged breathings, the victor uttered just two words as her face finally changed to a very slight smile, her pulse had yet to steady, but she didn't look too tired. Beneath the cloak, she moved her hand in a certain way to disable all of her active magic. Her MANA reserves almost depleted from the three hostiles she fought; two of them were probably just skeletons now, and the other could be relieved the rotting would not continue to have its meal on his flesh." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"A pretty damned strong one, too. He's told me stories but thoe are best saved for another time. Right now I'm not thinking about him or his permission. Just you.\"\n\nCarlyn once more settled back into his arms and let out a small, tired sigh. It was of pure relief and bliss." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Just me?\"\n\nLivia rubbed her back as she settled into his arms, letting her just rest on top of him.\n\n\"Hey, uh, how far do you want to go? With the two of us?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's not a question for now, Livio. Do you really think I have the answer to something as broad as that?\"\n\nOnce more she turned and looked at him.\n\n\"I've never fallen in love before. I've never been kissed. I didn't even know this was how today was going to turn out. It just happened this way. I don't know if I'm just starved of romance and affection so I'm clinging to the first thing in front of me, or if I genuinely love you. But I know one thing, and that I've made you a promise. We'll sail. As friends, as... As lovers, as enemies. We're gonna sail, and whatever happens along the way will be the answer.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hm. You're right. That was a dumb question.\"\n\nLivia laid back, looking up at the ceiling, then smiled, continuing to stroke her hair.\n\n\"You'll find that it's a weird thing. Love, that is. Don't say enemies though, that just makes things awkward.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I say it because it's true. We don't know what the future holds. And really, our past holds no weight on our actions either. We just have to live in the now.\" Carlyn said, trailed with a gentle hum.\n\n\"Laughing, crying, eating food. Adventuring, meeting new friends, and reinforcing old ones. Every day brings new opportunities. It's why people keep moving on. It's why I left my home in the first place. I wanted to take control of my own fate... Or, I guess it was already fated to be. But I think that's where I fit the best in life. Living day by day, with plans for a short future but never coming to any real conclusions. Whatever happens happens. Wherever we end up, on whatever side, I just hope I get to spend [Tomorrow with You.](<" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Have a little hope! Though, that being said, I definitely didn't think I would end up here.\"\n\nHe hadn't expected to live life as a mercenary when he was first drafted. He thought that the war would end soon, and he'd return home to his hometown in Upper Media. It had been 6 years since he first thought that. Livia continued to listen to Carly's mini speech, thinking about what would happen in the future. That was the spirit. Whatever happens.\n\n\"Sounds like you're madly in love, judging from that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh hush. We'll see how it goes, but for now, we'll run with that. I'm enjoying being with you now, and I don't see why I wouldn't be tomorrow or... A week or six months or even years from now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Had any of his past relationships ever lasted more than a year? Well, with Carly moving along with him, it may actually be the first case.*\n\n\"I'm looking forward to it. Let's stick with tomorrow first though. What should we do?\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "What a terrible day for a performance, Vithay was through with the stunt his brother pulled today. Done with it and didn't want to hear another word breath from his brothers lips about the matter. If only he could have some space, a little time apart that's all! Yet he found himself as he ever was permanently affixed to his brothers hip slinking through the rain with his hand over his head. Till he felt a rough jab from his sibling cram into his mesh covered rib cage. To say the least they were both drastically unprepared for what the weather had in store for them.\n\nVithays expression drastically contrasted the right twins cocky smirk. \"Hey Mister sunshine, how's the weather over there huh? Still raining on that parade trying to draag me down?\" Vishal playfully threw himself against his brother, pretending that he was weighed down by his twins mood. Vithay let out a huff as his eyes did a summersault, doing his best to ignore his brothers antics. He forced their shared tail to tread forward sluggishly pulling themselves past the local tavern. Vithay was struggling to keep his attention away from his brother who had thrown himself onto his shoulders." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Elf would make his way up to the door of the tavern, just about moving his hand to open it up only to hear the sound of chatter coming by with the noise created from Vishal. He'd look over, eyeing the pair of twins slithering by with a quizzical expression. What on earth? It was needless to say it was the first time the Elf had seen a Nāga in person, let alone a pair that shared the same tail. That was enough to drive his curiosity, leaving him to forget about rain that occasionally tried to remind him of its presence.\n\n From what he could hear of the one-sided conversation, it was clear one seemed to be bothering the other. That much information easy to perceive with Vitals more annoyed expression. Sibling quarrels. One thing most can relate to, though being stuck with the other might have added a new layer to that. With them slithering on by, the Elf would speak up against the impending wind.\"Planning on fighting against the rain all night?\"He'd say to the pair.\"Or each other rather.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "She turns left and begins walking along the wall. It doesn't take her more then six feet to come upon what looks to be a large shelf. This time it's stacked with large crates, seemingly full of a variety of different materials. One has mason jars full of this cyan goo which glows when the light from the arrow brushes past it. This glowing helps better illuminate the area - for the most part the shelves are just stacked with metal, which is strange since there doesn't seem to be a black smithery down here... Regardless nothing else is revealed from exploring the shelves besides what were likely top of the line alchemical ingredients back in the day - many of which seem to have degraded into uselessness. \n\nWalking further along the wall she loops back to the entrance area and begins to walk down the right half of the wall. This part of the wall is mostly barren save for what seems to be the only wooden door in the entire building. The door has a handle, which appears to have a key in it. The wood work is still in good condition, but she could probably break through it if she really put her mind to it. Likewise it's plausible the key she still has may work on this lock too, if it is indeed locked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Upon seeing the jar with a cyan glow to it, she would decide to wait for her arrow to go out and put it away. June would stand up on her tip toes in an attempt to reach the jar and take it with her before continuing down with a new source of light.\n\nMoving on, she would come to notice the door and with a flare of excitement she'd head over towards it. The Cantor would try the handle first to see if it would open. If not, she would at least give the key a try first, turning it in the lock before trying to think of another solution. Her Jackal would come up beside her, soon sitting down at her feet in waiting." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She manages to easily reach the jars grabbing one of them. It radiates warmth, pleasant warmth - not unlike a hearth with some roaring logs. The glow it produces casts a much larger area of effect then the makeshift arrow torch she was using prior. Turning the handle reveals that the door is indeed unlocked. Within is a smallish room. The room is occupied mostly with a strange device - a large bronze sphere connected through the center with a metal rod. At the top of the rod are two pipes sticking out the sides with the exhausts facing opposite sides. Beneath the sphere is what looks to be a fire pit. Next to the device is a rather large coal box full of black coals, on the wall next to the door is some kind of strange device with several switches and a large red button. Text beneath the button reads \"Start/stop\", and underneath the two largest switches is \"Light\" And \"Entrance.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "June would hug the jar close to her, taking in the warmth it gave off while she progressed onward. Upon opening the door, June would slowly peek inside before fully walking in and exploring the room for any potential ways she could find to get out. Her gaze would turn to the wall with the strange device on it as she would find herself half-consciously reading what the text said.\"Start... Stop... Light... Entrance... Hm...\"June would reach forwards to grab the lever labeled 'light', deciding to pull down on it and see what it would do." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "The Elf would briefly scan the contents of the Tavern, watching the other people as they'd occasionally glance over to the odd group while the twins decided that now would be the best time to tell their life's story. Not what the Elf had in mind, but it seemed like nothing was going to stop the pair from giving him anything other than a simple straight answer.\"Right... Vishal and Vithay.\"He'd say, not really gesturing to either one to suggest he was able to tell them apart. The Elf could see himself forgetting who was who eventually, but asking them again was just going to lead him down another speech amongst the animated group. With his hair wrung out as much as it could be, he'd sit up more and would relax an arm over top the seat he rested in while he gazed at the pair.\n\n\"You know you two remind me of someone. He over-exaggerates things too...And talks just as much...\"He'd say the last part more under his breath in recalling his Macen ally who talked too much for his own good. It left moments of the Elf not listening to him at times with his short attention span causing him to focus on something more of interest, but the squire was still an alright person to hang out with despite it. Not that the Elf could talk. Even he would act a little over the top in pretending to be something he wasn't mostly out of the joke of it. It probably wasn't the best comparison, but a comparison nonetheless. It was like him, but doubled. This was bound to be a long night.\n\nHe'd glance over at Vithay in being asked about the mask. It was a question he was asked often, though never one he gave the real answer towards.\"It's a look.\"He'd say simply, erasing all ability to turn it into a long story with the Elf not being the best at telling them. People were bound to assume their own beliefs of the reason behind it, making it all the more fun for him to shut down the idea with a much simpler response." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Who in their right mind would just dump their life story on a stranger? That was never their intention, in fact that was the last thing either of them would ever want to do. Instead, it was a poor attempt at trying to tease Terrell and his erstwhile comment about their names leading to a tangent. Even if it was a joke it seemed to divulge into a tangent regardless.\n\nSeeing the difference between the two was easier than Terrell made it out to be. Vital the one who 'ruined' the story wore a short-sleeved crop top with fishnet in its center and kept his hair in a tidy ponytail. On the other hand Vishal the one next to him wore an open decorative jacket with nothing underneath, his hair was loose free from any restraint. A few details were similar, both had their long sideburns bound, and they wore a cloth necklace with a silver clasp in its center.\n\nVishal started to drag himself up from the table, a look of bemusement across his features. Finding something Terrell said amusing. \"Wow, really? Forget my brother needing to loosen up, did you really take that whole act seriously?\" A confident smile broke against his features thinking he did a great job if it did. \"Man I must have nailed it!\" Neglecting to give any credit to his brother for helping. Vital seemed accustomed to his right halves behavior, accepting he wouldn't get credit in the little stunt. \"Thank goodness we're not throwing on a show right now, your ego would sooner burst... Then finish the script.\" Vital playfully jested, garnering an elbow jab from his brother. \n\n\"Oh...\" Vitals' shoulders slumped, but he pressed a little still holding out hope there was more to the story. \"I don't mean to pry, but I can't help imagine what it could be... More than just a look.\" Vital begun to chew over what it could be, as his brother kept wringing out his long sideburns. Vishal left Vital to work this one out on his own. \"Oh, oh I know... Maybe it was an uh... Parting\n\nGift?\" Neither of them seemed to mind the patrons passing looks; it must be something they had grown used to. So long as nobody stared to long it wouldn't be a problem." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "In the days after Galschens death and the defenders of Aberardtir being forced to sit through agonising peace talks, the war in Mentia seemed to be calming down, for once. Sivne sat in a tavern to the south of the city. The guards weren't doing anything about her for some reason or another.\n\nThe 7'8ft tall beast of war was sat at the bar, beer in one hand and the other flicking through a book." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Livia had heard about a certain rumor. Apparently, Aachen was cut down by the rebel beast kin Sold had sent out. Of course, such a weak cover up was easily seen through given the right context. Allay just happened to take over the siege, and Aachen just happened to die. Very convenient indeed.\n\nHe walked into the bar with his classic white cloak, and he found what he was looking for; the 7'8 prayer, a wall of muscle and steel, one that was a force of nature on her own, Sine. He made a beeline towards her, and she would be aware that he had something to say. As for what, it was difficult to make out.\n\n\"Interesting seeing you here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The giant heard footsteps behind her and seemed to recognise it as someone moving with intent. She glanced over her shoulder and spotted Livio, downing some of her beer before turning more to actually look at him.\n\"Mmmhmm. War in the north is over, so i've heard. Wonder how that happened.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Livia ordered a beer from a nearby waitress, then sat down opposite to her.\n\n\"Basically. This whole thing hinges on Krista Sold surrendering or dying. Speaking of such, seems like you've gone in a different direction, huh? Is Son still with you?\"\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Aulay paid better, gave Sonja an offer she couldn't refuse. Mmh, she's not far away. So.. Had fun working for that old man while he was still alive?\" She said, sipping her beer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Eh, I never met him. Worked under Richter, if you've heard of him. I figured you were working with Allay once he contacted us though. Once he mentioned emancipating slaves, I had a feeling Sonja was on board.\"\n\nLivia took a sip of his beer, his expression warming up.\n\n\"So, how was he? The old man?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She shrugged her shoulders.\n\"Mmh.. Old, wounds hadn't healed properly.. Tough though, nearly killed Kibaru and Ildi. Still brought him down and finished the job.\" She said grimly, definitely having landed the killing blow." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ooh, Aldi went down? She's a pretty tough one too. Who's Subaru? Haven't heard his name before. Well, if anything the bear must be relieved. What are you going to do now that this war's coming to an end?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We'll go south, see this war through to the end and then.. Mmh, back to Iskar. I'll stay for a while back home, me and Shaw are finally going to get married. Then i'm taking a trip somewhere far away.. Mmh. Thinking Runra. And you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Best of luck with Mr. Mouse then! Maybe I'll head out south as well... Or not. I haven't decided yet.\"\n\nLivia took another sip of his beer.\n\n\"There's someone I haven't seen in years.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"Mmh.. Figured i'd see this war through to the end. It's where I've made most of my coin.\" She continued sipping her beer.\n\n\"So what did Aulay offer you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Figures. Can't imagine you doing anything else.\"\n\nThe mercenary leaned back as the Prayer asked him about Allay.\n\n\"He wanted me to stop an envoy from the capital. I'm not interested in a change of heads though. As long as Upper Media is stable, I'm fine.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Mm. I meant how much did he offer you, payment.\" She asked, finishing her beer.\n\"He didnt just give us gold, offered up land too.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, he didn't say. He did offer up land. Honestly though, it seems like such a hassle to maintain. I like moving around myself. He didn't specify an amount for that, but I guess I ended up working for him anyway? Just protecting some cannons from rebels, made 10k. I imagine you made a hefty sum from offing the old man though.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Mmh.. He gave you land and you turned it down? Bit stupid to turn that down, could've hired some steward.. Mmh, he did. Sonja's got her own parcel of land out of it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Eh, in hindsight, maybe a bit. I didn't think he would actually pull it off. Plus, I'm not good with that kind of stuff, you know? I tend to blow it all on other stuff.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"Pshh this story is old news...\" Vishal leaned forward against the table staring at Terrel intently. Vishals' brother anxiously rapped the table with his fingers, looking away from them. \"Brother must you? Can we just... Forget about it. Ahem, much like I don't know, how a certain someone got out of hand today?\" He reminded his brother of his incident today, the one he had let slip under the radar for a while now. Vishals' lids closed. \"Hey brother c'mon stop being such a wimp would ya? This is something you shouldn't be afraid to scream loud and proud... Aint like its some embarrassing secret.\" Vishal casually disclosed with his brother. \n\nVithay bit his lip hard glancing toward his brotherl. \"Not embarrassing to you at least! I just... I can't believe I was so naive not to think you two were up to something.\" Vishal snickered, as his eyes met Terrel. \"Aint easy keeping secrets with well, being stuck together... But I managed with a little help. Lets just say the performance I pulled off was right under his nose.\" Vithay knew what was coming next his posture tightened, anticipating the inevitable to come crawling from Vishals' lips.\n\n\"Like you two were gushing over, what I pulled was an unexpected bit of flair or well performance.\" He leaned closer to Terrel, as he threw his hands outward trying to exaggerate how grand it was. \"What I did today, was small talk compared to that act... It was unlike anything we've ever done.\" He paused.\n\n\"Threw on an act where we'd be ambushed start some commotion. Took a little convincing for the crowd this wasn't just an act. Helped that my brother hadn't put together what I had been planning with our aunt.\" Vishal paused placing an arm around his brothers back. \"Things got a little messy toward the end though, bet you can't figure out why.\"\n\nVishal figured if Terrel had experience as he claimed, the man would be able to guess just what went wrong. Leaving his poor brother in suspense, Vithay would have to wait to see how things would pan out.\n\n Terrels' brief revelation that he hadn't lived here long left both of them with some degree of surprise. Their attention would be fixed on Terrel, all the while Vithay tried to get another drop from his glass not wasting even the slightest bit. Their fellow entertainer kept the details sparse, leaving much to the imagination of where he reaped said rewards. Leaving the twins to believe his means of income were from the acts he would put on for people to enjoy. \n\n\"Ought to be something Much More thrilling out there than this dump.\" Vishal stated plainly. \"Blows my mind anyone would want to come here... More than they have to. But... Like you said well sort of like you said, place could use an entertainer to brighten things up a bit.\" Vishal winked. \"Getting coins just a nice bonus at the end of the day.\" \n\n\"No, no I think its not all about coin. Its that wonderful feeling you get when you brighten their day. It warms my heart, why nearly makes me burst seeing what cheer we can bring.\" Vithay enforced the idea it was much more about bringing cheer rather than coin. Vishal snorted at his brothers corny speech. \"Why it nearly makes my heart burst.\" Mocked the right twin, before shaking his brother playfully. \"C'mon you just love the attention, I'm honest with myself and hell yes I bask in it.\" Vithay gave his brother a disgusted look." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm willing to agree with that bet.\"He'd say.\"Considering the information I have to work with is you did some stunt of pretending to be ambushed that nearly got your brother killed, involved your aunt, and ended up getting messy towards the end.\"He'd say, summarizing the main points of their conversation. Terrell wondered if he'd argue with his brother this much over a story that was never told in full. He supposed he'd never know. It seemed they were playing more of a teased guessing game than giving a full explanation.\n\nThough it wouldn't give him as much credibility in being a performer, he wasn't going to try so hard in passing something off that they'd end up figuring out later. Besides with the impending night, the Elf grew tired of the repeated jabs between the two to attempt to understand their squabbles and give evidence of him being the same as them.\n\n\"I think the coin is a giant plus.\"He'd say more casually.\"But I suppose the thrill and entertainment is fine too.\"He'd wave off the idea of seeing smiling faces. Most faces like such were hiding ill intent, something the Elf was uncannily good at seeing through. Plus, it wasn't the job for him, he had taken the warrior route, and thus small jokes and gigs were only ever for his self entertainment anyway. Fighting was more of his thing, but he doubts these twins carried much experience in either.\n\nThe Elf would let out a quiet yawn, looking to Vital.\"Hey don't worry about it too much. You can always get your brother back when he least expects it.\"Terrell would say, a light smirk forming across his face in helping to create the sibling war. It probably wouldn't end too well considering they were stuck together though the Elf doubted he'd see them again after this encounter." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Vishal turned to stare at his other half, Vithay hesitated a moment before meeting his brother's gaze. It was a brief silent conversation betwixt the brothers, Vithay tightened his shoulders letting his gaze slip aside. Knowing in both of their minds their erstwhile bickering somehow twisted Terrel severely off course. Even though they mentioned this incident they were discussing was 'old news'. Without a word it was settled between them what Vishal would answer. \n\n\"Ding, ding that's the answer someone shower him with a prize...\" Vishal lied through his teeth for Vithays' sake, even if he felt it was something Vithay should feel proud of his erstwhile actions. Vishal slipped a smirk against his features, he still wished to speak the truth. \"Funny, y'know I swear I never said it had anything to do with... My brother nearly losing his head today. Er well, that's a little bit of an exaggeration.\" Vishal smiled wide as he pulled his brother in close, enough to make his left twin grunt with surprise. \"Not so tight, or it'll pop right off!\" Vithay let out a short giggle bounce from his throat. Vishals' smile widened messing his brothers hair up with his free hand. \"See he's a bit dramatic, just a little squeeze and in a snap he's already afraid of losing his head!\" \n\nVishal teased his other half as Vithay struggled to free himself, till he slipped out of his brothers grasp. Still bearing a smile on his features enjoying Vishals' antics. Left with his hair in disarray from his brothers' attack, he tried to recompose himself as Terrel kept their conversation alive. \n\n\"Gotta side with my brother on that one, the thrills great... Still I can't help but wonder what sort of thrills an adventurer finds out in the world.\" Vishal admitted. \"Speaking of thrills you better Vithay, listen to that man. Scare the scales right off me!\" Bellowed the right twin looking at Vithay, his confidence showed he wasn't afraid of a little healthy competition. If anything it'd be nice change of\n\nPace. Vithays' eyebrow crooked. \"My, my you really are a gluten for punishment Vishal.\" Vithay sparked a smile to his lips, staring at his brother eye to eye as he said. \"You're on brother. One day, maybe today... Maybe the next sun it might just come.\" That was just what Vishal wanted to hear." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Terrell would shrug off the idea of him even coming close to guessing what they were talking about. If he was that good he might as well go into the entertainment business. Instead, he decided to focus more on what they said last, some words actually crossing his mind in pertaining to him.\"I can make a few guesses.\"He'd say towards the wonder of adventure.\"I plan on traveling over towards the Beast kin lands soon enough. Supposedly out of character knowing their history with Sinai, but honestly I find Bearskins a lot more reasonable at times.\"\n\nThe much was true at least. Although there were times when he'd see them for their stereotype, he couldn't help but admit that they were a lot more bearable.\"Who knows what I'd find to do there? Probably a good enough way away from this nation at war anyway.\"\n\nHe'd grab his glass, soon sipping the rest of the cider that filled it before setting it down and considering that much enough for the night.\"Got a lot of traveling to do come next day anyhow, taking it on the road and all.\"He'd continue, moving the glass away before placing down some money on the table for the drinks.\"Probably should get some rest for the night before leaving soon. But if your stunts are as big as you claim they are, I doubt this'll be the last we meet.\"That much was a lie, people came and often went for the Elf to which there were many talented people he hadn't seen again for a while. Only fate could tell at that point and Terrell hardly believed in such." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "She walks past the doorway out into the workshop itself. Now fully illuminated she can see the full picture in better light. The desk/workshop is on the wall right of her, the large metal door is to the left, and the table is in the center. Despite the lights the glow of the jaw can still be seen - and on the far wall is the large rack of objects. The first rack seems to be dedicated to raw metal materials - bronze, brass, copper, tin, even some silver and gold can now be seen. All of it contained within dedicated metal crates with checkered openings on all four sides. The second shelf above that one, seems to have all the alchemical ingredients - much of which seems to have rotted away into dust. There's the glowing jars of course, which glow has been significantly diminished due to the light, alongside some interesting pear shaped potion bottles with each one containing uniformly colored liquids. Reds, blues, yellows, etc. On the top most shelf there seems to be... Skeleton parts. Bones, not made of metal - bleached white...\n\nIt would seem as if this would be a good time to grab whatever else she wants before she leaves. Afterall, who knows if she'll get another option to do something like this again?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "June blinked against the bright lighting of the newly seen room, coming to have to adjust to it as she brought herself out to see all that it contained. Of course there were the jars from before along with the tools she had originally found on the table, though most of her attention was on the door for the time being. At the very least she could see things now which helped to relieve her slightly as she gazed around the room, though part of her still worried about being thrown back into darkness once more. The Cantor would walk along the table as she headed toward the door, noticing other objects on the table that she hadn't originally noticed.\"Should we...\"She began, only to realize she was talking to a Jackal of all things who probably hadn't realized what's been going on since they got here. With the jar already in hand, June decides to give into a small bit of temptation as she would find herself reaching over to grab the silver and gold materials before eventually looking at the jaw from earlier. Part of her wondered if it held any particular significance with the rest of the stuff that covered the table. Nevertheless, she would pick up the jaw anyway before being on her way. Her arms were full enough as it was though at least her pack could be of use despite the egg she had already kept nestled in there. The Cantor would gradually head towards the stairs in hopes that maybe the room above would now work the way it had originally." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"Tch. I suppose that gets you to where I am now.\"\n\n\"I'm with Ryker, who you know. Hara, an okamimi from Runra, Grey, a canifor, and Astarte, a Naga. I suspect that this group won't last long though. They're not very invested. Hey, is a spot in your group still open? Now that Sola is no longer fighting and all. Whatever happened to working with him anyway?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\". Mmh? I said he was a sinking ship and we should leave. Why, want to come back to us?\" She asked with a smirk, taking her new beer and having a sip. \"I suppose you could run with us again.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Heh, nice. Something was off about him. Hm, maybe? You saw for yourself, I'm willing to switch employers for my own interests.\"\n\nLivio finished his first beer and moved on to another.\n\n\"What's on the table?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He was a rival, that was enough for me. MMH. He was too ambitious.\" She shrugged a little. \"Going south. Working for Allay now, at least Sonja is. Going to go liberate a little village from the Simians, Teichmueller.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hm, the Siuians. Not familiar with them. Oh well. You guys wouldn't mind if I joined you, right? Another archer won't hurt. Though, I may try that arquebus once again.\"\n\nHold on, she said rival. Could she really rival Sola in terms of political prowess?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sure, by all means, bring a gun... MMH, say, I first met you in Teichmueller too, if you recall.\" She smirked a bit. \"But come along, we're heading there soon.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"Mmmh. Been a merc for long?\" She took another swig of beer when it was brought over, leaning back in her chair with an audible creak." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not as long as you, obviously. For most of it though, I heal people.\" Aldi slouched, drinking away as she got comfortable in her chair, but seemingly not so much as Sine." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Mm. So, you use that little flame spitter of yours in a fight, should get other weapons too.\" She commented on what she saw earlier." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I see. A sword, then? Though, that's pretty close to the enemy, and I'm sure there's more skilled persons out there, even if I already know the bare minimum.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"Mmh. We're not too different really, we're just bigger, have fur and horns.\" She didn't seem to mind being inspected, there was a clear difference in how she was acting before and after their armwrestle." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well... My canines are a little more developed and my claws tend to be a little tougher than the average Macon. But other than that, my tails and ears are the biggest difference. Having ears on the side really feels super weird. And don't get me started on not having tails. I feel so much lighter, but I feel awkward and often move as if they are still there\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"...Mmh. I don't know all that much about you people. Killed one not long ago, didn't inspect him after the fact.\" She shrugged a little. \"Wish my horns didn't irritate me.\" She said as she leaned back in her seat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do you not have the ability to transform into a more Manlike form?\" Subaru asked tilting his head a bit as he stared at her horns \"Do you trim them?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Trim? No, it's bone.\" She looked a bit confused, itching the base of her left horn. \"We don't transform, mmh. Not like you do at least. We can turn more macenlike though.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Try that maybe. But it's not unhealthy to file them down or polish them every now and again. It's done to bulls many times. Some actually require that very much as letting it grow and often cause complications. But maybe you're not the same. But I do bet giving it a try might just end up helping you\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She grunted and shook her head. \"No, no. I'm special anyway, my horns have been growing slowly and never stopped.\" They were about the height that a royal crown would sit on someone's head, more like deers antlers on its side." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So you have trimmed them before?\" Subaru asked with a questioned look on his face. \"Maybe there' a magic to help out with your little problem\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "The man sighs and picks up the reigns. Unlike Circine, he seems to have Zero* Issues with leaving the woman.* \"You do as you will then. I'm heading back home, and if you wish to come along with or without the woman, that is within your rights. As for myself, I don't wish to lose daylight nor want her in my cart.\" A pause, then nod. \"Good day if you accompany her.\" And he gets his cart moving along the road, unconcerned with the woman's warnings of bandits. He was aware enough from passing through time after time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The centaur paused a moment, weighing up his options. Either he accompanied the trader, a competent but still vulnerable traveler, heading for the same destination, or a woman that had led a bandit party into their midst to use them as walls, of whomst he knew not her destination. With another rearing up of his front legs, he had made his decision swiftly.\n\"Right then, I shall accompany you, Victor. Good day, madam. If you wish to follow, I have no qualms - but I will not stay any longer, wasting the day.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Bag settled against his hip rather than inside the cart, lest the female decide to get into the cart. And maybe take his bag. Looking at the centaur he nods as he decides to accompany him. \"I'll be heading to East Mentia, assuming there's enough time to get there. I didn't expect to be making a house call today.\" A slight frown. \"Or dealing with bandits to be perfectly honest.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That would make two of us, sir... Lead the way.\"\nCir cine replied with a wave of his hand, regarding Calico once more as he waited for a response - but expected the woman to simply slip away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The man didn't hesitate as the cart rolled onward. He did however mutter, \"I will throw her, bodily, into a creek if she climbs into my cart. ...Or let her catch a pox given that's just as likely.\"\n\nAnd, honestly? It was. He'd carried bodies in the cart before and while he did clean it, it did not stop him from ill wishes. \"..You're in East Mentia? Not seen you before, though I keep to my clinic.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He chuckled gently at his remarks, shaking his head as he kept up with the cart.\n\"I suppose we'll see how this turns out, hm?- Ah, I'm not from the region. I hail from the Khanate, one of the steppe tribes. I'm just exploring right now.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Khanate. Not been there.\" He says softly, musing. \"Mostly Mentia, for a time Salvainia, but I like where I am now more. There's a lot less competition here compared to the busy city.\"\nHe paused, thinking, \"Though I did do most of my learning in the city.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ah, an educated man? Studied in an academy, then?\"\nThe centaur's ears perked up at the mention of formal education - the most he had experienced of such learning was from dusty old books from travelling merchants." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Restaurants were a place of all kinds of people to hang out. Eat food, drink beverages, maybe even flirt with the waiters or waitresses; everyone had a good time at these kind of places. Some people, however, were more dangerous than others.\n\nSarah Korva, a bandit leader of the Black Sky. While not so high ranking that people knew her name, her darkened armor, black cape, and eyepatch surely gave her a menacing look. Her relatively friendly demeanor though helped lighten things up. The woman at a single table, a large metal disc of a hat lay on the chair leg. On the table, a dish of Kotlet Schabowy, a crispy pork fried cutlet with buttery mashed potatoes and crunchy sauerkraut. Next to it was a large slice of creamy cheesecake, and for the beverage, a glass of vodka. Delicious.\n\nIn the restaurant, people can be silently whispering about the woman, making comments about her dark clothing and ominous presence. She would confront them after her meal, though her eye is constantly darting back and forth, being wary." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Out and beyond from the door comes Matt held bursting through the front door, his armor somewhat bloodied from a previous scuttle. Not just his own demeanor matched that of the Blackened-Armored Warrior, but his armor, made of Chain and the like, shows a fierce foe for any man. Although not showing himself above anyone within his vicinity, he is very calm, amicable, and, surprisingly, extremely transparent: his words are the truth, and his body language conveys that of an honorable fighter.\n\nUpon noticing the chit-chatter and whispering amongst the crowd in the restaurant, he sees a woman dressed on black armor. He sees a woman of valor, but not just of any valor, but of evil valor. A waiter attempts to get Matt held a table, but he declines in the most noble manner he could as he walks towards the woman, ensuring his armor keeps him well-suited for anything and all that may come his way.\n\nAs he arrives upon her table, he slams the table with his left hand with enough force to startle her, and he takes a breath of fresh air.\n\n\"Who might you be, madam? Causing such an uproar within this establishment is quite the scene, isn't it? By all means I mean no harm, no fowl, but I will say this: if you ever, and I mean *Ever, kill an innocent person or get in the way of my coin, your head will be mine.\"\n\nHe grabs a bag from his pocket, and plops it on the table. He opens the seal of the bag, a small, thin rope as he drops the compartments." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As Mattheld slams his hand on the table, Sarah is mid-bite of her food. Being startled, the woman accidentally shoved the piece of pork into her throat, almost choking on it before swallowing it whole. Quickly, she scans to make sure her food hasn't flown off the table, especially her cheesecake.\n\nLooking up, the warrior can see an almost wolfish expression. Intelligent and cunning, yet capable of extreme violence. But it wouldn't be smart to fight. She liked this restaurant; it was one of the few who had her hometown comfort foods, and she didn't want to be banned from it.\n\n\"And who are you? Be lucky you didn't spill my vodka, or ruin my cheesecake. Can't waste food, you know?\"\n\n\"If you ever, and I mean ever, kill an innocent person...\"\n\nUh oh. So he was one of those guys. She most definitely had killed innocents in the past. Some of her successful raids needed to call for violence; some with sling bullets, some with lances, though she tried to recruit instead of murder.\n\n\"Bold of you to assume you can kill me. I'm Sarah. Nice to meet you.\"\n\nHer fork and knife is set on the table as she extends her right hand, though her eye quickly darts to look at the rope before looking back at the man's standing in front of her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Mercenary extends his arm in accordance with hers, giving it a firm shake and grip. Matt held then grabs the bag and puts it back in his pocket: the items that were once in the bag were small trinkets of lesser quality, not necessarily heirlooms, but of decent worth. He takes his hand away and sits across from her, waiting on a waiter to address him.\n\n\"Well, I am well-known for my fighting technique. It is more traditional than most, but it is still effective. I am a Mercenary hailing from Kapok: my father was once one as well, Harold was his name, but I doubt you've heard of him ever since long ago. His grandfather was most notable for his presence at Floor Gulf and countless other battles. What might be your backstory be, Sarah?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Well this was annoying at the least, and terrible at most. If she were arrested, she would surely be hanged. Or worse, impaled and burned. Internally, she shuddered at the thought.\n\nHer mind focused on every little thing he did. His hand grip was pretty strong, but she knew hers was stronger. Good. Unfortunately, she wouldn't be faster; unlike those warriors in heavy armor, his seemed to be much lighter. Hopefully his bark would be worse than his bite.\n\nPhew, a merc. Not a soldier. The name Harold flew into one ear and out the other as Sarah continued to eat her food, looking directly at Mattheld the entire time. Though she wondered what a 'traditional' fighting style was like.\n\nShit. Backstory.\n\n\"Well, it may not appear it, but I actually used to be a seamstress. I'm experimenting with different colors and outfits at the moment. Suits pretty well for a vagabond, eh?\"\n\n\"But regardless, I'm also a mercenary for hire. A bit more obscure though.\"\n\nThe bandit was visibly hesitant to share details. After all, it wasn't everyday that someone interrupted lunch and suddenly started talking about backstory." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Matt held became more and more cautious towards her as he sought out the truth from her. Deep down, he had a gut feeling that something, just something, might be off about her. But that wasn't the matter at this moment as he wanted to dance his blade alongside someone rather than being the lone wolf he truly is in an attempt to create a bond with someone just like his and his father's, of which he is still devastated from losing his father a year ago, the reason for his sudden departure.\n\nHe takes a look at the trinkets that are on the table, and offers her a deal.*\n\n\"Listen, I don't know if that is true, nor do I have a way of ensuring that it is, but I have these trinkets for you. Take 'em, and I will say this... I lost a great friend a year ago, one that I danced my blade around with, so I was wondering if I could get a new start.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"So... What do you plan on doing now?\"\n\nIt was just Sonja and Livio in the house now, with the former taking off her armor. Livio didn't exactly want to get his supplies at the moment; they were a decent bit away. Just like last time; except this time on much more friendly terms, and in a warm house." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sonja managed to finished getting her Kayak armor off, making sure to set it neatly to one side somewhere safe. Then she heard the question from Livia. She paused a moment, turned her brown eyes towards him, then tilted her head to the side slightly. Sonja was rather surprised he had stuck around, as opposed to heading off to shop with the others. One of her fuzzy bear ears twitched idly as she spoke up.\n\n\"Well... I was going to forage for materials to make new crossbow bolts... It's cheaper than buying new ones.\" The Crinoid explained slowly in her usual low tone. It might have seemed odd to try and save on something so cheap after such a profitable expedition, but Sonja didn't feel the need to defend her stance. At the end of the day, it was satisfying to be able to rely on your own craftsmanship.\n\nThere were a few moments of silence before Sonja ventured to say anything else. \"... Market shopping not to your liking?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Armor. Not something he enjoyed wearing during the war, and especially during \"Hunting\" Missions. The metal got in the way, restricting his movement. Though he supposed it was crucial for someone not relying on pure stealth; he couldn't imagine such a large person like Sonja being able to be stealthy. As she tilted her head and one of her ears twitched, Livio really did see a bear, perhaps one that had just finished hunting.\n\n\"Using stone tips for bolts? I know wood, string and feathers can be easily found in the woods, but the metal heads are best, especially against armor.\"\n\nLivio preferred buying his bolts, as he was used to standard grade. What he also did however was summon them using magic. A few tricks from an Artificer was all he needed to have a near unlimited supply of ammo with only a few seconds; he then didn't need to carry his supplies with him.\n\n\"I tend not to. I make my own, but it's not like the typical version.\"\n\nLivio held out his hand, forming a regular arbalest in his grasp. With it came 50 large bolts, premade and ready to be used.\n\n\"A little bit of magic goes a long way.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sonja paused at the observation, then nodded slowly. \"Metal... Would be best.\" She concluded in agreement. \"But recently we've been fighting spiders and other cave creatures...\" The brawny Crinoid shrugged and glance back to her ablest, which was resting against the wall near her armor. \"Armor is less of a concern. It seems wasteful to use the fancy metal ones on them.\" Back at her tribe, they had Only Used stone-tipped arrows. They didn't mine on their own and traders were hard to come by in the wilderness.\n\nHearing that Livia made arrows too, the Beast kin lady raised an eyebrow. \"... You can make them too?\" She questioned with a small but not undetectable dose of skepticism. It all seemed to make a little more sense as Livia mentioned the magic stuff. \"Ahhh, I see...\" Sonja chuckled softly to herself. \"I suppose... That is markedly more convenient.\" It didn't beat the satisfaction of crafting something yourself from scratch, though. Or at least, so she imagined.\n\n\"So then... Ammunition is effectively limitless for you...?\" Sonja slowly concluded, eyeing the arrows that Livia had produced with caution. \"It doesn't tire out to make a bunch of arrows?\" The bit of magic she knew, conversing with animals, was rather taxing on her if used for extended periods. But perhaps that was a result of her lacking magical aptitude more than anything else." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "She nodded along as she made herself comfy, ordering another beer for herself after he was done. \"Mmh. I just read in my spare time, sometimes. I don't have much free time.\" She shrugged a bit and paid for the beer when it arrived, taking a sip." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, I have a friend that also like to read in his spare time. We even joked about making a library with the amount of books we've collected over the time. But I'm afraid I'm not one for reading unless it has to do with monster, magic or cooking\" Subaru said before digging in his bag and pulling out a book with a navy cover" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Urging the horse onward, Victor resisted the light smirk he felt as he continued onward. \n\"Well, this way then. And it's fine, I only need my work bag from the wagon before getting inside. It was just a decent place to sleep if I didn't manage to get home before dark.\"\nThey headed down the path to the clinic, a building which did indeed have large, sliding barn doors rather than the typical Macen swinging doors so differently sized and shaped patrons could make their way through. He let the steeds stop over a patch of dead grass, then released them as they vanished.\nClimbing down, he sighs and walks to the front door to unlock and let the two of them inside. Above the door, several devilish faces are etched inside to leer down at them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Cir cine marveled at the accommodations, noting how spacious the interior was. The good doctor had mentioned his clinic was accessible to all sorts, but to this extent...\n\"By my father's hooves-What are these?\"\nHe flinched a little at the sight of the etchings, the flickering flames from the lights only making them that much more unnerving." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Pulling the door open, he motioned Circine in first, then paused as he looked up. This time he did smirk. \n\"An old method of preventing unwanted entry. The locks are quite new, but before then I had to rely on these to warn off intruders. Granted, I've not had many try and get away with it.\" \nHe heads in, unbothered by the etchings which must by now just be commonplace. Inside it was simple, though large with a high ceiling and walls. The decor was... A bit odd however. It looked like anatomical models, and closer inspection would reveal them to be made of wax." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Peculiar indeed... But, if they work then I will not comment further.\"\nHe replied, beaming contentedly as he nodded to Victor. The centaur was quickly drawn to the models, the dull sheen and sharp, fragrant smell signalling their composition.\n\"So detailed... Did you make these yourself?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Closing the door, Victor locks it securely behind him and slips the key into his pocket. Removing his coat, he sets it on a nearby hook and then pauses as the centaur examines one of the models.\n\"Yes. I enjoy being able to study in my free time, but keeping cadavers around for such a thing is off putting. So, I made my own models. If I ever have a student, it will make teaching them much easier as well.\"\nThe model stares at Circine with blank eyes, one half of it's face exposing muscle and veins beneath. Victor walks over, looking at it.\n\"Not that everyone is exactly the same underneath, but they're usually close enough to it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We're all skin, bones and blood in the end.\"\nHe commented softly, examining the model a moment longer, his eyes staring back into its blankly, before turning back to Victor.\n\"I imagine you have many patients that come to see you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh, skin, bones, ligaments. Most of us are the same, despite race. Only a few Truly Vary, the ah...\" He pauses, removing a handkerchief and using it to remove a bit of accumulated dust on the shoulder of a model. \"The Qua vary greatly, and Uzhi lack the same organs altogether but become very resilient for it. I've not had the opportunity to examine a Zareth yet, but someday I hope for the opportunity.\"\nHe puts the handkerchief away. \n\"As for patients, I tend to have all sorts, both living and dead. Having some knowledge of how the body works means I tend to work as a mortician as well when someone passes.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Cir cine listened with fascination as Victor described the various races' differences and similarities, his interest piqued at the prospect of a dual role.\n\"You handle the dead as well? I can't imagine that's light on your heart...\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"You are very welcome, fair lady. Thinking about it, we might actually open a library. Seeing as how many people I've met seems to enjoy them and all that. Would be a great edition to my village\" That last sentence sounded like he was talking to himself without even realizing he did so out loud" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Doubt I'd go to a library to read, just do it in my spare time on the trail.\" She shrugged and continued to down her beer, letting out a quiet yawn, grumbling something. \"MMH. I'll read this though.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "With Livio on board, there was no going back now. She paused at the suggestion, then nodded. \"...Yes, I suppose that would work nicely.\" Were was certainly more than one way to fasten an arrowhead to a bolt. But if Livio was most familiar with string, then it was string they would use. \"What we can't forage, I'm sure we could purchase or barter for.\" It wasn't as if they were going to magically stumble across a string tree.\n\n\"Let's start with the easy things first.\" Sonja suggested, before heading out of the room, presumably with Livio in tow. The large Ursinoid lady made her way downstairs, out of the tavern, and outside. There she took a pause to make sure Livio made it out in one piece. \"...Wood first.\" The Beastkin stated to her companion, before heading off down a road that led out of town. There was a grove to trees up ahead, within sight of the village.\n\n\"...Back in my tribe, we had craftsmen who helped carved things like arrow and spearheads. It certainly sped the process up. While they were carving the arrowheads, everyone else would gather up the other components. When everyone finally regrouped, there was enough supplies to sit down and make dozens of arrows at once.\" She explained as they wandered along, the trees growing ever nearer. \"It was more efficient that way... But that doesn't mean we can't handle it all between the two of us.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, I've made some from wood fiber or vines before. Could use those.\"\n\nLivia straightened his cloak, following the large woman outside. The size difference was massive, Livia couldn't help but realize. The mercenary followed the towering Crinoid into the grove.\n\n\"I see. So one of us gets wood, feathers and string and the other stone?\"\n\nLivia knew how to get nearly all the materials; except for stones. What kinds of stone should he pick out? Feathers might also be difficult to find; unless he could find a flock of birds." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sonja nodded slowly at the suggestions, coming to a stop at the edge of the grove. Livio seemed to know how to collect the wood and even make some string from it, so she was content to leave these tasks to him. \"Exactly. There are many things to collect, we need to be efficient.\" The large bear lady briefly explained in her usual down-to-business tone.\n\n\"I'll handle the stone... You get the string and wood.\" She paused a moment, then added, \"We'll both keep an eye out for feathers.\" That would be dependent on snagging some birds, so mutual cooperation with that would be handy.\n\nAfter a quick glance around, Sonja looked back down to Livio. \"Meet back here after we gather enough for... Maybe 20 bolts?\" It shouldn't be too hard to fine enough for that many and it would be enough to replenish her missing arrows while providing some spares for Livio too. If he dared to use them in real combat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"String and wood... Got it.\"\n\nHolding out his hand, Livia summoned an axe, similar to the one he wielded when they had first met. In the other was a series of darts, in case he saw any birds. 20 bolts. So about 15–20 feet of twine, and 20 decently thick branches. He could do that.\n\n\"We'll be back here in no time.\"\n\nThe mercenary soon wandered into the forest, and despite his white cloak, nearly disappeared into the treeline. Only the sound of wood being hacked into could be heard." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Mentia. A place of turmoil now that war had broken out. No one paid attention to others anymore; it was commonplace to see struggles, sickness, and death. Among those was a red-eyed treton, resting against an alley wall in the shade away from the cloudy sky. Dark, ragged clothing and her messy hair made her seem like nothing more than a homeless woman, perhaps someone who was struggling due to the war. She appeared to be resting, stagnant, like a piece of trash tossed out on the street.\n\nIn her mind though, was a storm of emotions taking over her. Guilt, hate, anger, mourning, melancholy, all creating a horrible mix in her head. She didn't know what or how to feel with her current situation. Everything had happened all at once, so quickly...\n\nWith certain footsteps though, she opened one eye slightly, keeping her senses aware to see around her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Media. Yes to others, a place of destruction and sadness. Where young men go to die in hopes of glory and wealth. Where the common wealth lay in gutters and among the trash, raided or taxed to hell.\n\nA terrible place, if you weren't on the right side. The side Horace seemed to stand on. He'd already made his fair chair of profit at the cost of a grievous wound. His arm strung up in bandages, laid to rest against his chest. A coat hung over his shoulders to offer some comfort and protection. Though it was worth it, as along with this profit, the elf learned of some information as well. A familiar person was seen around the area, though information was scarce and potentially false. Even then, Horace made the trip.\n\nStumbling across the streets, and happening onto the Trenton as he had many times before. Although, this time it saddened him more than usual. He had left her with someone he thought trustworthy.\n\nLooking upon the woman that seemed no different from the surrounding rubbish. The elf simply smiles, speaking in a lowered tone.\n\n\"Hey Aka... Good to see you again.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Seeing the familiar face and long, blond hair, both of Yakaiyo's eyes open, tired, with dark spots under her eyes. Somehow, he was here. Someone she could trust.\n\n\"Horace. Nice seeing you here. What brings you to Mentia?\"\n\nTears began forming in the corners of her eyes as she sees her friend once again. As she fully awakened, she relaxed, letting herself lay back against the cobblestone wall. She had no will to stand. All she wanted to do... Well, she didn't know what she wanted anymore.\n\n\"And what happened to your arm?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Business mostly... And I heard you might be around, so I had to check.\"\n\nThe elf steps over to the woman, clearing a spot beside her with his foot before gently lowering himself down. Grunting lightly as he settles up against the wall, looking back to the Trenton. He glances down to his affliction, nearly chuckling.\n\n\"I uh... I got into a bit of a tussle with some boarder patrol. A centaur nearly carved my arm off, but the doc said I'd recover. I'm durable.\"\n\nHe looks to the woman again, giving her a smile in hopes she wouldn't worry. Noticing the drops at the sides of her eyes, he reaches to his shirt's pocket. Rummaging around before finding a handkerchief, offering it to the woman.\n\"Here.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Of course, retreating out of sight was not what Livio did. In fact, it was against his own values to be able to scout out the enemy and not launch an attack on them. Well, he wouldn't attack Sonja. Just stick around a bit. He found her easily; it wasn't every day that a massive woman was washing in the river.\n\nLivio cast the Shrubbery spell, hiding himself completely with nearby brush while still able to see the Ursinoid. He had noticed a large scar on the back of her left shoulder. A symbol of sorts. Was Sonja a former slave? Perhaps that was why she hated nobles so much, and it would explain her reluctance to bring up the past too much.\n\nOn another note, it had taken a decent bit to find the beastkin herself (walking back and setting up did not take long). It seemed that Sonja was taking her time washing up. To be fair, blood did take a while to wash out from clothing; but she should have finished washing herself up already. Livio decided to simply wait until the Ursinoid was finished." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If Sonja had noticed Livia, she didn't make it known. The large Crinoid continued about her business without a care in the world, seemingly oblivious to the presence of any onlookers. She made sure her hands were clean, then scooped some water up to wash off her face. A brief glance at her reflection in the water confirmed that a bit more work needed to be done. The Beast kin lady repeated the process a few times.\n\nOnce satisfied that all the blood had been washed from her body, Sonja waded out of the stream towards the rock where her clothes were drying. It would quickly become apparent to Livia that not only did the Crinoid have a pair of fuzzy bear ears, but a cute bear tail too, attached right where one would have expected. Usually her clothes covered it up, however there were no such restrictions at present.\n\nThe brawny Racemized Beast kin woman, still rather wet from river bathing, decided to lie down in a patch of warm sunlight grass next to the same rock her clothes were drying atop. For now, Sonja rested on her back, enjoying the sun. She closed her eyes and let the natural warmth do its work. Perhaps it was little surprise given her strength and size, but the bear lady had a rather toned chest and was fairly well-endowed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She sure was taking a long time. What happened to a quick wash? Heading back now would be a waste of time; he wouldn't know how much longer the beastkin would take.\n\nAs Sonja waded out of the river though, Livio came to a realization that for some reason he had not been thinking of before. When people bathed, they took off their clothes. All of them. The mercenary could see Sonja's bare form entirely; it's not like she was trying to hide anything. He also took note of her cute little tail, near the base of her spine. Of course, this was nothing compared to her __other__ features.\n\nAnd now she decided to lie down in a patch of grass. Great. This was going to take forever. Should he just wait it out? If so, that would mean Sonja could get back before he did. Maybe he could leave, but that would mean that he would end up waiting for who knows how long.\n\nIt would be best to take a course of action. Livio could see when the clothes had dried (it had taken quite a while). With the bear unaware, Livio casually walked up to the Ursinoid and the stone, picked up the bundle of clothes, took off his cloak and draped it off Sonja, bent down and poked her in the face gently.\n\n\"Hey. Time to wake up.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sonja hadn't intended to sleep or anything, just rest until her clothes were dry. But given that she did end up snoozing, it was no surprise that Livia noticed the clothes had dried first. Thankfully for his cloak, Sonja dried off just as fast. She promptly stirred at the poke.\n\n\"... Hnnng?\" The Crinoid yawned and stretched. She had some pretty scary pointy bear-like teeth. Finally, her big brown eyes flickered open. Seeing Livia somewhere above her, she didn't seem particularly disturbed and motioned towards the empty rock. \"... Clothes drying.\" An effort to explain her tardiness?\n\nBut as Sonja turned her gaze towards that point, she realized her clothes were gone. It wasn't immediately obvious that Livia had already collected them. \"...?!\" The bear lady blinked, then quickly sat up with a start. The cloak atop her was sent tumbling away, though Sonja managed to catch a corner before it could escape. The cloak was eventually pulled back into place once more, but not before a fair deal of wrestling with it. There was hardly a point to hiding now.\n\n\"... Well, this is inconvenient.\" Sonja huffed, more concerned about where her clothes had ended up rather than anyone seeing her without them. It wasn't as if she'd been afforded such levels of privacy as a slave. Nevertheless, she couldn't help the fact her cheeks were a tad bit rosy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The art of war. To hide one's own embarrassment, one should embarrass another. Or something like that. Though it wasn't exactly optimal, he would not be the one caught peeking; rather, Sonja would be the one being caught sleeping on the riverbank.\n\nHe noted that the bear's reactions were quite slow. Her yawn reminded him of an actual bear, despite her being in a much more macenized form. Obviously, Sonja was gesturing to where her clothes were, but Livio was holding them.\n\n\"I have them here.\"\n\nLivio only looked in amusement as Sonja struggled to grab the cloak to cover herself. He held out the bundle of clothes to the Ursinoid, reaching for said cloak. It was obvious he could see her rosy cheeks; Sonja looked quite cute in this state, rather than just the terrifying hunter she typically was.\n\n\"The weather's nice, but I didn't want to wait.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"...\" Sonja shot a glare towards Livia as he declared himself to be the thief! Well, not really. It was clear he had intended to be helpful, but that didn't spare him the glare. After all, that had given her somewhat of scare. Silently, Sonja traded the cloak to Livia in exchange for her ball of now dry and considerably less blood-soaked clothing. There was nothing to stop her from getting changed so they could head off.\n\n\"Fair enough.\" Was all she had to say in response to the explanation. It seemed reasonable enough.\n\n\"... I'll be along once I'm changed.\" Sonja added, before waving Livia away towards the trees. It seemed she did at least prefer some privacy while changing. Or rather, redressing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As Sonja gave him back his cloak (which has fortunately not been thrown into the river), Livio accidentally caught one more peek at the Ursinoid's body (emphasis on the accident) though it wasn't clear. A quick little headpat and a small ear ruffle, and Livio turns around, fixing his cloak back around his shoulders, and stepping off into the woods.\n\n\"Meet you back at the inn then.\"\n\nLivio began jogging off, the white cloak billowing behind him like a fox's tail." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Crinoid didn't seem to notice the accidental glance, not that it would have particularly upset her. She silently reveled in the quick pat and ear ruffle. With a nod of acknowledgement, Sonja glanced back to watch as Livia disappeared into the woods. After giving him time for a head start, she began to redress. Her outfit wasn't particularly complicated, so soon this task was accomplished. Without further delay, Sonja began to retrace her steps back towards town. Unless Livia happened to intercept her en route, the Crinoid soon found herself before the inn at which they were staying. She promptly headed inside in search of Livia." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "L-\"If I changed halfway, would that make you gay?\"\n\nLoki let out a chuckle before scratching his ears. Both Cuo and Garuda shook their heads.\n\n\"I'd have killed for that back then. Though, I guess I have... But the good part is now everything taste's good!\"\n\nCuo nodded, excited at the prospect of good food.\n\n\"Yes please!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Probably. But into both way, I suppose.\" \n\nHe would pat Loki's ears again. Gender didn't matter when they're a fluffy fox. It is very pat table. \n\nHe concluded the card game and then set his cards asides.\n\n\"Nothing like good food to take your mind off something bad. Here.\" He would walk over to some bags he set aside, and take out an assortment of labeled jars - which seems to contain different spices, \"Secret stash.\" \n\nThen he went downstairs in the inn, taking out a mortar and pestles and started grinding down various spice to prepare a fresh curry mix. He also got some lamb from the innkeeper." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Loki enjoyed the pats once again, with Cuo joining in as well.\n\n\"What's this?\"\n\nCuo leaned over to smell the spices, before rushing into the other room to let out a small sneeze. She poked her head back through the door as she looked at Sirdan cooking.\n\n\"What are you making?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Curry. A mixture of spice that is mixed with fat and usually meat or some kind of meat substitutes, cooked together for a complex flavor in liquid.\"\n\n\"We'll use yogurt because that is commonly available.\" He finished grinding and mixing the spices, and then toasted them in the hot pan with oil. His other hands were occupied with two knives, rapidly cutting the lamb apart into cubes\n\nAfter that, he seared the lamb on the pot. Then, he grabbed a single-handed wand, and then used it to create a fire midair. He observed it carefully and the fire become cooler and cooler and cooler. Concentrating on the fire, he moved it on top of the lamb, searing it from the other side carefully until a nice, brown caramelization was made. It certainly speeds up the process of the browning\n\nThen he would put in the yogurt, and threw in a gratuitous amount of diced potatoes. He let the curry stew. The fragrance of the mixture permeates the entire inn \n\n\"Now we wait for an hour.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ooh, curry.\"\n\nCuo would attempt to peek over Sirdan's shoulder as he cooked, but was too short to do so, so would instead look around the sides, noting the ingredients being used. She especially took note of the wand, and the fire magic being used in order to sear the lamb. Maybe she could pull that off. More likely than not though she would end up burning it.\n\n\"Wait, an HOUR??!!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Indeed, curry.\" \n\nIran would sit down on a chair as he watched the curry being cooked in a stew, blinking at how CUO is surprised. \n\n\"A lot of curry cannot be made in a short time - some meat, like the lamb here, is best stewed for a longer time for everything insides to become soft. The same goes for many cuts of beef. Did you not know?\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh! Sorry, I forgot about that for a second.\"\n\nThe treton readjusts herself to relieve the pressure off of Horace's arm. Right now, she was just glad to be in someone's company again, especially after having the hole in her heart carved out again.\n\n\"I know, but... I just remember back when I was married. I was happy. We Were happy. That's all I want back again, really. Is it too much to ask?\"\n\nFor a brief moment, the Fricharii can sense the absolute hate radiating from the treton, before dying back down into nothingness. She moves away, wiping her now dried up tears along with the grime on her face, revealing a semblance of her former beauty." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Y-you're fine...\"\n\nAn easy breath is huffed as his arm is left alone. The elf glancing back at the woman as she questions him. Sighing lightly before he moves to take a last puff. Flicking the cigarette away, the embers dying as they hit the cold dirt.\n\n\"Not at all. Build happiness all you like, it won't last of you aren't strong enough. My father taught me that, as his empire was torn out from under his feet. It always made we wonder about true strength...\"\n\nThe elf shakes his head as he realizes he was rambling. Looking to the Trenton, his eyes widening as he notices the diamond in the rough before him. It was easy to forget, wasn't it.\n\n\"Why don't we get out of the dirt Aka? A warm bath, fresh change of clothes, and a hot meal might do something for you. I can't cook as well with my arm like this, but I'm sure I can make something.\" \n\nThe elf smiles back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's a shame then, really. How much we must fight in order to keep peace. I wonder what would have happened long ago if I had fought. Or maybe just ran. Escaped. Maybe that would have been enough.\"\n\nThe treton blinks, then smiles warmly, attempting to liven up the atmosphere in the dead air.\n\n\"I guess I've been in the down for so long I've forgotten what it's like to feel good again. Besides that night with you once. Everything else has been... Mediocre, at best. Even with... Celaena around.\"\n\nHer mind temporarily drifted to the other Steppe elf, with her soft silver hair, before mentally throwing the image out of her head. She left her. She didn't matter anymore.\n\n\"So, where to, Horace?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, I'm based back in Albania, so it'll be a good few days till we get home. I've got a place at an Inn for now... How would you feel about visiting a bath house while I check the market?\"\n\nThe elf had something of a thought out plan. Placing his arm against the wall as he attempts to pull himself up to stand. Glancing down at the woman and offering her a hand." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"Of course. Finding things is part of what I do, after all.\"\n\nLivio brought out two small woodcarving knives, setting one down on each of the table.\n\n\"How do you shape the bone? Just whittle away at it?\"\n\nLivio was relatively familiar with the other parts of it. Feathers in particular, he knew. Shaping was another thing. It was always the heads he had struggled with though. To be honest, he hadn't made his own bolts since he was in the army; a long time. Perhaps it was time for some more practice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"... Something like that. Large claws help.\" Sonja nodded in agreement. \"It's the most time-consuming part. In a rush, you might be able to find arrow tips of the right shape at a market. Still cheaper than buying full arrows.\"\n\nThe Crinoid reached for one of the knives and became to slowly cut notches and grooves into the first bolt shaft, then showed it to Livia as an example.\n\n\"This is what we want all the wood to look like.\"\n\nWith that she reached for a few more pieces of wood and started to bring them up to speed too, cutting and carving away as needed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Buy them at a market? Interesting...\"\n\nLivio had never thought about buying only bolt heads; only entire bolts outfitted with fletching. That would be more economical, not wasting money on time spent carving and sticking the feathers on. The white-cloaked man watched Sonja's movement closely as she cut the grooves into the wooden stick, and he followed to the measure. The bolts were compared soon afterward, Livio making sure it was accurate.\n\nThe mercenary nodded. He got to work, carving out the notches and grooves, wood shavings and chips now littering the table. Those would make for good fire starters. With both of them working on the shafts, they were done soon.\n\n\"Which part next?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sonja watched closely as Livia did his best to match her movements. He seemed to get the hang of it pretty well. She nodded silently in approval after glancing over some of his work. Together, they seemed to be making quick work of wood! But there was more to bolt making that wood carving, as Sonja well knew.\n\n\"Feathers are last. It's easy to damage them if you are handling the bolt to string on an arrowhead.\" The bear lady explained with a slow nod. \"So then... Tips next.\"\n\nNot wasting a moment longer, she reached for one of the crudely carved arrow points and fitted it into a slit carved at one end of the arrow. Next was the string, which was used to fasten it securely into position. Sonja made her movements slow, to ensure that Livia was able to get the hang of it.\n\n\"... Something like this. Make sure the bone is secure enough not to wiggle.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"You like inns, huh? Last time, we visited one as well.\"\n\nAlways wary, the vampire looked around, paranoid about who was around them. She doubted anyone would be a Silnarian spy, but her experiences had taught her that she was never truly safe. Yakaiyo followed the elf up the stairs, looking around before opening the door, and prepared a nearby shelf in front of the door in order to barricade it after Horace had came back inside.\n\n\"How safe is it here?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sorta, yeah. Relatively safe And Affordable...\"\nHe smirks lightly, leading the way up to a room. Finding Sakai in front of him and opening the door. He tilted a head at the movements she makes with the shelf curious as to what she was doing.\n\n\"Uh... As safe as you can get in a war zone. I have a couple of my men out front keeping watch, so go ahead and make yourself comfy. I'll be back with the meal in a bit.\"\n\nOne last smile as the elf turns to exit the room. Aka now left alone with herself in this new place. It seemed one of the classier, more expensive rooms. Quality blankets and sheets along with extra fluffy pillows. Velvet blinds on the windows, the rest of the room very clean. The bed was a queen-sized, presumably big enough for the both of them. It was quiet, and calm, only the warmth of the sunlight and candles to comfort the Trenton at the moment." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Cuo looked distraught as she looked at the curry being cooked.\n\n\"But I want curry noooowwww...\"\n\nThe mage shook her head. Despite liking food a lot, she had absolutely no clue how to make it.\n\n\"Does cooking it longer make it soft? Why not just turn the fire up and cook it for a shorter period of time?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Some food takes longer. Tougher cut of meat must be cooked for longer in order to make it taste good. For more... Softer piece of meat, you can just cook 4 to 12 minutes, depending on what ti is, sometime even shorter to make it not tough. For very tough one, you want to cook above thirty minutes or even hours. Anywhere in between you get something inedible. Here.\" \n\nIran used telekinesis to pick up a single piece of lamb meat, and then set it aside. He used fire to gradually heat and roast it. And then pointed at CUO, blowing some air on it to cool it down a bit.\n\n\"Try it out.\" \n\nLamb was a cut of meat that was much less tough than other meat - but it would still be a bit chewy without being stewed for so long." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"...Guh?\"\n\nClearly, Cuo didn't get it. She telekinetically lifted the piece of meat and put it in her mouth, enjoying the flavor. She then began to chew. And chew. And chew.\n\n\"Isshochewy!\"\n\nEventually, she gives up working on it completely, and just swallows the piece of meat.\n\n\"Huh, so you just cook it for longer and it becomes soft?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yep! The exact time depends on how tough it is. For lamb, just thirty to sixty minutes could do. Or you can cut it super, super thin and stir-fry it. It is one Run ran way of dealing with the issue!\" \n\nHe then prepared the side dish. Since rice weren't commonly available in this part of Media, he had to settle for another type of accompaniment. Iran prepared some flatbread and fried them as the curry neared completion. \n\nSoon the full meal would be ready, and he would serve the curry to himself and CUO with extra flatbread. \n\n\"Loki and Garuda hungry? They can have some too.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh, or soup! I've seen that a lot! Never had it though.\"\n\nGaruda and Loki were messing around, Garuda chasing Loki's tail and Loki also chasing his tail, the two basically acting like the animal forms they had. Meanwhile Cuo was acting like a young kid. All three rushed to the table for food.\n\n\"Woah! Huh, the bread's flat.\"\n\nCuo picked up a piece of flatbread, dipping it into the curry.\n\n\"Is this how you're supposed to do it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Mmm. I don't know much about Run ran soups myself. Braising meat or stewing them is a way to also deal with them being tough.\" \n\nIran would glance over at the two chasing each other, putting his arms on his waist as if he was a disappointed father. \n\n\"Alright you two, quiet down and come back here.\" He chuckled. \n\nThen he watched CUO dip the flatbread into the curry, nodding with approval. \n\n\"Correct, you can also do it like this.\" He placed one on his plate, and then scooped up the curry, putting it in the middle before taking a bite." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"Feathers... Alright.\"\n\nThe bonehead tips seemed to be secure enough. However, Livio wasn't the best at fitting the feathers in. Initially, he splintered the sharp points, and then had to take his knife, reshape them, and attempt to stick them back in. Eventually though, he got through, though still had about 3 left by the time Sonja was done.\n\n\"Blasted fletching...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"... This is the worst part.\" Sonja voiced in agreement. She didn't seem to have as much difficultly though, as evidenced by her steady pace working through the bolts. Noticing that Livia seemed to be struggling, she reached over to lend a hand. \n\n\"If you do it like this, it'll be easier...\" The Crinoid demonstrated her technique for the mercenary, using one of the spare knives. \"The trick is to be gentle and cautious. It is more efficient to take your time than to rework mistakes.\" Sonja explained. Though, given her rather brawny appearance, the instructions to be gentle would have doubtlessly proved amusing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Bloody fucking...\"\n\nLivio looked to Sonja's technique. It was similar to how he hunted, taking time and slowing down. Not that he was slow in any measure, but it had certainly taken time for him to slow down. He looked at the technique once more, and this time, the feather was inserted much more smoothly.\n\n\"Oh. There we go!\"\n\nLivio held up the finished bolt. It was battle ready, with sharp splintered bone and even fletching." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As Livia finally seemed to get a hold of the technique, Sonja nodded in approval. \"... Good job.\" She remarked with a small nod and ever so slight smile. \"You'll be making your own bolts for free in no time.\" Of course, Livia could already technically do that with his magical abilities. But that didn't seem to have deterred Sonja from her compliment.\n\nAfter a few more goes at it, they would have used up all their materials and made a fair number of arrows.\n\n\"There we go... Thank you for your help, Livia.\" Sonja stated. \"I'm going to get some rest for now. Busy day of questing tomorrow, I suspect...\" They were here to quest after all. \"Perhaps you'd be able to join us?\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Elias gave the stranger a moment to think, giving her ample time to size her up more effectively. While she wasn't weak, the stranger seemed not prepared for combat. Her muscles were undefined, her frame lighter than most labourers she'd seen. But she was wandering about the forest... She jolted her longsword an inch out and back into her scabbard, making an intimidating CLICK! As it settled.\n\"I can show you... But you'll need something to kill cleanly with.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well I don't have anything on me.\" She didn't mention that the only times she could capture anything was in the woods as well. Sometimes if an animal was near a tree or bush in grasslands she could tangle them but other than that, she was useless in hunting. \"Can you just show me? Do you know how to hunt?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I have nothing for hunting on me... Shall we head into town, then? Buy a hunting weapon and maybe something to eat...\"\nThe knight offered, entirely disarmed by the young woman. She gave a small chuckle as her stomach churned, sighing and inspecting the horizon once more.\n\"See the church? Should be near the town's edge, if we're near where I think we are...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Uhm, I'm not entirely hungry right now, but I guess I could give you company.\" Turning her head to look for a church but couldn't see any building with a cross. Was this knight lost? Turning back to the Knight once more \"I think there might be a bakery nearby, I can smell blew. Er, bread nearby\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "With the majority of their job completed Shaw had seemed to relax, less tense or anxious from having been chased by men with blades. That would have been particularly gruesome. Having done a quick search of the perimeter he'd gathered what arrows he could find and put them back into his quiver, even taking some that had been fired at him and his allies. Once all was said and done he just found himself waiting for he and Sonja to set off with the rescued Slaves. He sat down and leaned up against the wall of the barn and smiled contently. A good first mission he thought. Simple and well executed but he worried if perhaps some wouldnt always be this easy. Green eyes wandering over towards the large throng of beastkin he watched them with interest. He'd gone from only having seen such people from afar or passing by on roads to working for three for who knows how long and was about to escort well over a dozen. He couldnt help but laugh at the situation and chuckle at the turn of events." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It didn't take long for Sonja to get the newly liberated Crinoids ready for departure. Though it seemed they might be of her tribe, now was not the time to sit around and talk. If they were not hasty, they might be spotted. That would be bad. Thankfully, they were right on the frontier. And it wasn't as if the border was walled off. All they had to do was guide them along a remote path. Owing to Sonja's excellent scent of smell, that would be a simple task. After having touched bases with the beast kin, she approached Shaw to inform him of their departure.\n\nThere was a pause as Sonja came to a halt before Shaw, almost towering over him. She spoke up a moment later with her usual flat and serious tone. \"... Are you ready? We're leaving.\" Perhaps the first question was rhetorical. It was hard to say. \"The border isn't far, but we best get started now before anyone else comes snooping.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "With a cheeky smile he looked up towards Sonja and nodded his head. With a jump he stood up and to attention. Like a solider getting ready for inspection almost. The message was rather clear, he was about as ready as one could be for travelling, despite being new he got out luckily without any wounds. \"Wise decision Boss\" \n\nAs he stood there his eyes wandered between Sonja and the other beastkin again. He had a curious look on his face before he tilted his head up so as to speak with her, for a moment he worried Sivne's and Sonja's height may cause next problems but that can be dealt with later. \"Does their p-presence change anything?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"...\" Sonja gazed down at Shaw with her icy gaze as he spoke. She found it odd that JE was calling her boss now. Maybe Shaw just did that to anyone that seemed to take charge? But she didn't remark on it any further. More perplexing was his question. Sonja wasn't entirely sure who Shaw was referring to, but took her best guess.\n\n\"Snoopers? ... It would. The Upper Mention nobles wouldn't stand for the 'theft' of their property, especially by other Beast kin. Which is why be must move quickly if we are to see these Crinoids to the boarder and not wear out our welcome.\" Sonja concluded with a nod. \"The others will report back and say we went chasing the bandits.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He shook his head. Realising he forgot to point to the matter of his query he gestured his hand towards the beastkin slaves they were to escort. He even nodded his head in their direction. \"I meant them... Sorry. I-I'd be having thoughts had I just rescued f-friends\" \n\nHe gave an apologetic smile in return for his mistake. Hoping he wasnt tiring her patience with his questions he decided they could talk and walk at the same time. Not attempting to take charge of the march but his legs did begin to lead him in the 'general' direction they were going." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"... Well, there might not be friends left to think about if we hesitate now.\" She stated flatly. Sonja didn't recall mentioning that she knew these people. Hopefully Shaw hadn't assumed they were friends solely on account of their bear ears. In any case, there was little time to dwell on such matters.\n\nSeeing Shaw start to lead the way, Sonja called to the other Crinoids and motioned for them to follow. She promptly followed after her companion. Given her longer legs, quickly caught up with him. There was silence from Sonja as she led everyone away from the farmstead and towards the tree line, giving the air a sniff.\n\n\"So... Where did you learn to shoot like that?\" She asked, finally breaking the silence. \"The bounce thing.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He decided not to press further. Thinking her comment was a way to put off his line of query. He just tried to keep up a good pace, having to walk slightly quicker then he normally does so as to not slow down this band of tall folk.\n\nOnce Sonja asked her question he seemed to brighten up. Glad for there not to be an awkward silence he happily responds. \"Father t-taught me the trick... Though the s-shooting was from a poacher\" He with a hint of pride in his voice and expression held his bow out, It was notably yew so a good quality weapon but probably could use more maintenance. It was certainly the most well kept possession he owned but even this was starting to show signs of wear and age. A well supplied archer probably would have gotten a new one by now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sonja nodded slowly as she listened to the answers Shaw provided. All the while she led the way, occasionally sniffing the air to make sure they were safe. Thankfully, the breeze blew in their favor. They would be hard to track. The other Crinoids followed behind their pair of guides.\n\n\"I see. Well, it was... Nifty.\" She commented. It seemed that that was as close to a complement as Shaw was going to get.\n\nHer own ranged weapon of choice was an Ablest—basically a giant crossbow. Though, in Sonja's hands it's looked regular sized. The heavy cranked weapon was a stark contrast to Shaw's lighter yew bow. Though, it seemed Sonja would be fine in close quarters too if the axe strapped to her back was anything to go by.\n\n\"... I take it you used to be a poacher too, then?\" Sonja mused idly, stoically concealing her curiosity. It was only natural to want to learn more about their newest traveling companion." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If they werent already walking along itd be more obvious but Sonja could probably see that even those a small compliment the use of the word 'nifty' added a small hop into his step. His smile only grew brighter. \n\nHis eyes curiously looked at the Arbalest with awe. The weapon was practically a machine, a deadly one he noted. It was this viewing that made the lad decide he had to get one of his own. Albeit a much much smaller one. In his hands he could probably barely shoot the thing let alone aim well. As for close quarter combat he didnt seem to have anything decent for such an event other than a small short sword/large dagger.\n\nHe nodded his head at her question. Though he frowned slightly. Never having really applied the term poacher to himself before it seemed wrong. Holding implications he wasnt a fan of. \"I guess... I p-prefer the term hunter. But yes, nearly all my life\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"... Why might that be?\" Sonja slowly but succinctly asked in turn. The concept of poaching seemed rather odd to her, seeing how her tribe had lived off the land without taking ownership of it. But it certainly didn't seem distasteful to her. Sonja was not fond of nobles, especially Upper Mention ones. She'd probably have owned up to such a label as a badge of honor.\n\nHer icy gaze drifted briefly over Shaw. It was hard to picture the smaller figure as a poacher. Surely he'd struggle to battle against multiple guardsmen. But he seemed nimble. Sonja supposed all that a poacher really needed to do was hunt and escape without being caught. And given that revised criteria, she supposed he fit the bill." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"Blue bread? Might want to avoid that sort of stuff, mould isn't good for you...\"\nShe'd caution, missing the Freudian slip entirely as they wandered towards the building on the horizon. The knight gave a few glances to her new companion, still trying to work out her intentions.\n\"What's you name, dear? I realise we haven't made introductions.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"My name is Manon, I'm a healer.\" She leaned forward in a small bow to the knight. She was feeling rather hungry, but she needed to learn how to use a knife properly before catching what she needed. \"Have you been a knight for long?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Elias. A pleasure, Ms. Manon. As to your question, it depends what you mean. How long have I been a vassal to a liege-lord? For no seasons have I had such an honour. How long have I donned armour and fought like a noble? Many moons, about twelve now... And to you? How long have you been in your profession?\"\nShe'd reply with a weak, hollow smile, the topic of her past still aching her heart. The bow was returned with an elaborate one of her own - unique to Irtutian nobles, sparse as they were." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I guess since I was a little girl, I've always wanted to heal people and protect. Just not in the way you do, I suppose.\" Manon turned her back and started to walk towards the marketplace. It wasn't anything like in the city, but it had supplies which was good enough. \"Do you enjoy what you do?\" She looked over her shoulder as she asked, facial expressions told a lot these days." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "The dog perked up a bit at the change in conversation, looking back over and giving a nod.\n\n\"Aye. My parents are from Kadho. They're merchants there with the Merchant's Guild. I worked for them for my whole life up until a few months ago.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "New on the job but she's bludgeoning competition like she's been at it for decades...\n\n\"Mm... Why so far from home?\"\nThe wolf asked, before beckoning over a waitress of the tavern. He orders a mug of... Water. Then looking to Carly.\n\"Want anything?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm okay! Thank you though.\"\n\nShe already had a... H... A healing potion. Right. Okay. Kind of a weirdo. It was about half empty already. At least she's really cute.\n\n\"It's good for me to get out and explore a little bit. I was getting bored and restless with the merchants life. I figured going out and doing stuff would be for the best. Plus, I wanted to get stronger to protect my family.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Mm... Honorable thought.\"\nThough thought was the only honorable part about it. She did already beat the crap out of some poor fools.\n\nGrey then eyes her drink, wondering what it even was. A crimson red contained in a strange bottle. The thought of someone drinking pots as a normal drink had never occurred to him. He points to the drink as the waitress leaves for his drink.\n\n\"What's that?\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Sheesh she thought to herself. A part of Manon made her wonder if she was the one had done something to the knight. The giggle and smile of Elias quickly cleared her conscious though. She wouldn't normally come to a place as lively as this one though. The last time she had been in a tavern someone spotted her fangs and she had to flee. Slowly Manon approached the Tavern with Elisa, making sure her mouth remained closed this time. \"Uh situation?\" Losing track as to what was going on, Did she accidentally enlist herself in something again? It wouldn't be the first time she found herself accompanying someone on something dangerous. \"Are we hunting something?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The knight said nothing as she led her inside, pushing open the heavy doors slowly, the warm cacophony inside growing loud as they moved deeper. They of course garnered looks, some curiosity, some shock, some simply drunkards squinting at whatever moved. Elias would soon stop in the more sparsely populated area, sitting at one of the booths and motioning to Manon to sit.\n\"Take a seat, anywhere will do. This is the best spot in here, nice and quiet compared to that madness...\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Tension Die: 0 / 6\n\nThe two would sneak to the vicinity of the camp, finding a good set of bush to observe the camp from. \n\nThe three were around 20 meters away - the camp is surrounded by several trees, and there's clearing leading to it form all sides. How amateurish. There was a firepit in the middle of the camp, built similarly to a dakota firepit, emitting barely any smoke at all. \n\nTara is slightly ahead of the rest of the group, but the clearing means that the enemy will spot them sooner or later - the two and the volunteers must take positions quickly. Upon surveying, it looks like that there were three bandits armed with sword and shield, two with a spear, and two armed with bow and a sword by their side. The bowmen looked like they were of Siuian origin - native Mentian bowmen can be found, but not as abundant as crossbowmen. \n\nMust've been foreigners seeking a fortune here. \n\nBehind the main campsite, there was several mules along with several sacks besides them, along with the usual provisions." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Taking the nearest soldier, she explains that he is going to come with her, since she half remembered that she needed to keep them alive, which she did grumble internally. Speaking with the other soldier, she said for him to move forward and then told the big man (NOX) to head left and then cut them off from that position with the other lad, \"This makes sure that everyone has everyone. Middle guard ... I need you to get close as possible and then in about one minute, yell to spook them, and we will ALL rush out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The right soldier reluctantly followed her, unsure about this whole affair. But more reluctant was the middle guard, who would be at risk of being rushed down by potentially seven men. \n\n\"...Are you sure? I would be facing all of them alone if they ran at me.\" \n\nHe glanced at Darian, who he felt was a bit more suitable to the job of being a distraction. Just look at how burly he is." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "_She wondered what the big man thought._" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ooh. Well, I wonder who's power I'm channeling. Garuda said that the Fire came from Loki, but she doesn't know where the death magic comes from.\"\n\nG-\"No, I'm not a God. Loki was my spirit. He's not a god either. Just some fox who likes to sleep and play around. God, having three legs would suck.\"\n\nShe shot him an unamused look, which for a crow was quite impressive.\n\nG-\"Magic practice. Cuo here is lazy, which is part of the reason she struggled. Practicing over and over should help her develop her own power.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"When you're a mythological being having three legs is probably not that much of an inconvenience. At least I hope so.\"\n\nIran looked at the lack of luminance outside.\n\n\"It is after dinner and dark outside. Not sure if anyone would appreciate magic practice at this hour. But you know what. We can go get some at an empty yard nearby.\" \n\nIran said and then led the group away to a night training yard. It was indeed, quite dark, and in middle of Cerebrum. Iran would use his fire magic to create some floating lights. \n\n\"Practice for an hour or so. Don't make any loud noises.\" Iran said, fully knowing loud noises will be had, and pre-modern city weren't the best exemplar of good noise control." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Cuo took a deep breath once outside. Loki shut up for once, and Garuda spectated from the sides.\n\nG-\"Pyro, Blast.\"\n\nCuo inhaled, extending her hand. She focused the energy into her hand as she gripped her arm to stabilize it. With a hard exhale, she released a burst of flames from her hand.\n\nG-\"Good. Leech.\"\n\nThis time, the open hand manifested dark energy, turning Cuo's hand into one of a demon. She thrusted her hand out and closed; an unfortunate rat seemed to be in the way, and was now shrivled and dead. Loki sniffed it, then backed away. Garuda would turn to Sirdan, flying over.\n\nL-\"That smells bad.\"\n\nG-\"Practicing spells like this is how I did it. It's good to be able to cast spells in succession.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Iran would watch CUO practice, using Geokinesis to create a wall as a backstop for her spells. \n\nThen he watched them leech the rat, and Iran would conjure a fire blast, concentrated to burn up the rat's remains and remove the smell. \n\n\"Yeah, no one go smell and sniff necrotic tissues - usually.\" \n\n\"Now, is there any Arcane magic that CUO want to learn next? I can help to guide her... I know about Germany, Cold, Lightning... Other than Fire, I can also teach combat Necromancy too!\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Sonja paused for a moment to ponder over these words as they continued to head along through the forest. It was clear that the topic had had an effect on Shaw. But that in and of itself was not enough to deter the stoic Ursinoid, who had soon found her tongue.\n\n\"...A poacher who doesn't like breaking the law, you say?\" She repeated with a soft chuckle, apparently amused by the paradox. Of course, it was easy enough to say one disagreed with the idea of owning land. And by that logic, no one could be a poacher. Be Sonja suspected that wouldn't stop the nobles whose land was being poached from stringing up the offenders as criminals.\n\nAnother pause.\n\n\"What had you move on from that?\" The Ursinoid raised an eyebrow, giving Shaw a glance." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He rolled his eyes at the use of the word poacher even after his beliefs being stated but with a heavy breath in and out he kept his composure. He simply nodded his head to confirm her query. Not wishing to entertain it beyond that and especially not with words. His jaw seemed clenched and lips tight as if he was forcing himself to be silent.\n\nWhilst the silence hung above the two he just kept this expression, although overtime it did relax. Once she had asked her next question however he seemed happy to change the topic and answer. \"... Adventure, travel, and learning\" Speaking the worlds smoothly as if that particular line was rehearsed. \"I wished to escape village life\" He finally shrugged off the matter, thinking he'd said enough" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The silent nod from Shaw served as confirmation of Sonja's assertion. Though she didn't acknowledge it with much more than a chuckle. It seemed the topic had further agitated her companion. Best to change topics, she thought. The Ursinoid raised an eyebrow at the response to her other question. It sounded rather rehearsed. Was that how Shaw really felt? Or was there more to it than that? But Sonja wasn't about to question his words so blatantly.\n\n\"Those are admirable aims.\" She concluded with a nod, sniffing the air while continuing to guide them along an unmarked path through the forest. \"What about village life was not to your liking?\" Sonja wondered aloud. Frankly, she thought she might have been content with something like that, had circumstances not forced her to where she was now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He seemed happier now with just talking about his aims. They certainly made him seem more relaxed as he walked along following Sonja through the forest. Just when he seemed to start enjoying the surrounding sights asked her question about village life. Smile faltering his pace slowed down significantly upon hearing that. As if the thought put into answering the question needed enough focus that he couldn't even concentrate on walking. Eyes holding a blank look for a few seconds before his expression became one of discomfort. He quickly corrected his pace and carried on moving like normal. His expression almost forcibly molded into a poker face. \"S'private\" Was his only word on the matter." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The change in Shaw certainly didn't go unnoticed by Sonja. Not only did his expression change—he smelled uncomfortable. Not wanting to press the issue, the Ursinoid simply nodded and continued along towards the boarder. Maybe Shaw's life as a poacher had caught up with him? Perhaps he felt too much guilt about his work? Sonja wasn't sure, but didn't pry further.\n\nThey were close now. The scent of wilderness and beastkin had become stronger. The scent of guards and soldiers were behind them. Just a bit further and Sonja expected to send the liberated slaves on their way towards freedom in the warlord realm. \"...We're almost through the worst of it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He looked back towards the rescued slaves and studied them. Thinking about their situation he couldn't help but frown. He realized that the 'rescuing' part wasn't quite what their job was intended to be. Weighing the scales in his head he wondered whether this action would go unnoticed or not by the superiors and leaders of this campaign. He hoped not.\n\nEyes wandering over towards the wilderness ahead of them seemed to relax his thoughts. He couldn't help but slow down sometimes to admire the various wild flowers. He made sure to point out ones he particularly liked \"Beautiful country... I like it h-here\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"...Yes. I used to live around here. Spring is always lively and colorful.\" Sonja stated with a nod, continuing at her usual speed. She slowed only as necessary to not leave Shaw far behind. \"If only it was as peaceful as it is beautiful.\"\n\nFinally, Sonja came to a halt, sniffing the air. They seemed to be far enough inside warlord territory that it was safe to let the liberated Ursinoids go the rest of the way on their own. \"This is it.\" She announced, directing the ex-slaves towards the nearest beastkin settlement. \"There should be a friendly town a few miles that way. I can smell it. Best of luck to you all.\"\n\nAnd so the Ursinoid bid them farewell, watching as the headed off towards the direction she had indicated. That was that. Soon enough, it was just Sonja and Shaw. The Ursinoid turned to head back the way they had come." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Unfamiliar with beast kin formalities he simply waved goodbye to the rescued slaves. Not wanting to look foolish by overstepping. He wouldn't be surprised if some would treat him with suspicion for looking like their captors. Stopping GE watched as the throng of Crinoids go off into the wilderness. For but a moment he looked out at the horizon and tried to appreciate the sky. It was close to sun set and it certainly be dark by the time they got back to Sine and Carly. He didn't seem worried though. Looking over at Sonja he decided to ask a question of his own. \n\n\"W-what makes you fight?... Worlds large enough to avoid... It be edited be easy to live peacefully in secret?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"...\"\n\nSonja said nothing for a long moment, slowly turning her icy blue gaze onto Shaw. The question betrayed an amount of naivety that the Ursinoid hadn't quite been prepared to confront. Luckily for Shaw, she had been in a good mood and wasn't about to recount the trauma inflicted on her people.\n\n\"...It Wouldn't Be easy.\" She grumbled. \"Perhaps a small nomadic tribe could accomplish it. But good luck hiding the entire population of a city.\" She didn't bother to answer that first question. Hadn't he seen the slaves? No one wanted to end up in such a situation.\n\nWith that, Sonja began walking back the way they had come, retracing their steps towards Upper Mentian territory. She motioned for Shaw to follow. There was no time to be wasted. If they took too long it might seem suspicious." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He waited for the answer. For a moment he thought it might not come. Either way he appreciated being able to stop walking if just for a few seconds. When her answer did come he looked slightly disappointed. He simply sighed and stretched his legs. Taking one last look towards the Crinoids now disappearing over the horizon before he turned around and began to follow Sonja back towards civilization.\n\nAs they began to return he simply kept his eyes forward as he occasionally hummed a repetitive sounding tune. Whatever the song was it was probably one best sung instead of idly mused like he is doing now. The activity did seem to put a smile on Shaw's face though. As if he was doing it to lighten the mood of the walk back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It didn't seem that Sonja planned to freely volunteer any additional information. And so they continued along towards Upper Mentia. The Ursinoid was content to let Shaw sing his tunes—they seemed to help cheer him up and liven the atmosphere. Sonja eventually altered course for where their inn was located. Soon the sun had begun to set.\n\n\"...We're almost back.\" Sonja announced. \"Thank you for the company.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As they began to make their way back he seemed quite pleased with it being close to dusk. Once Sonja thanked him for the company he seemed surprised. Unclear as to why but he chuckled in response. He bowed his head, notably lower than he did upon first meeting her or when addressing their mutual employer Ayana Testate. Once he was back upright he looked at her with those usual bright green eyes. \"A thousand thanks... And a thousand f-fond farewells. Good night Boss. Until morning\" \n\nA small wave was given and with that he'd changed course for which way he was walking. It seemed he had plans to go off and do something tonight. As he began walking off into the growing darkness of dusk Sonja would see blond hairs begin to grow on the back of his neck and arms. Turning into some sort of animal as he went." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Tension Die: 2 / 6\nThe soldiers took their new position - The two soldiers to the left moved as close as they can, without falling into the line of sight of bandits - sadly, there was only so much the two could move in without being seen by one of the archer - and the same goes for Darien.\n\nA little bit of crawling later, Tara and the volunteer would manage to sneak pass on the other side of the camp, with the bandits being blissfully unaware for now.\n\n```fix\nContinuation\n```\nAs the Ambush prepared to be sprung, part of the camp would be distracted and sent asides to deal with the impending assault from the other side, leaving only the volunteer and Tara there, Hidden And ready to strike. Looks like the odd wasn't too great in her favor, and she will need to pull every trick she has under her belt to win.\n\nThe other soldier besides her whispered. \n\n\"Should we charge and strike the same target? Or do you want to split up our targets?\"\n\n\n```\nPC Side has surprise advantage - they can move and strike the first two bandits on the right without the enemy being able to act. \n```" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She gave it a thought, and then \"I will sneak up behind one and try to dispatch him quickly, I want you to hold my left against the other one. I think I can get him fast enough and take out the spear wielder after,\" She said and slid out both of her daggers, then proceeded to quietly move through the bushes.\n\nMoving up behind the first one, she sent her dagger straight at the back of his head without any fanfare or any more hesitation." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm building a manor house instead. Not sure about a castle... Maybe a fortified village with low wall. Old fashioned castles are not going to last long in this age.\" \n\nSirdan didn't hear the question about vineyard. \n\n\"Good, I need to stay alive to do a lot of things. I'm sure you'll be very helpful indeed.\" Sirdan gave another headpat. \n\n\"I'm getting a bit tired, and I need to be well rested to win the siege. When the siege is over, we can go have some good food and do what we like till our next job. After... Mm. Let's not say anything like that. Tends to get people killed.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But a castle would be cool! And uh, what's a vineyard? Garuda just said it's a garden with vines.\"\n\nCUO snuggled in a little more at the head pat, then nodded. Good sleep was one more thing she was grateful for; sometimes a little too much at times.\n\n\"Sleep time?\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"I feel the same... This place is busier than usual...\"\nThe knight muttered in concurrence, balling a gauntleted fist and pressing her cheek against it as her eyes darted through the crowd. A few cutthroats had already recognised her and made attempts on her life, though from where they knew her was unclear... A bounty from her family? It mattered little...\n\"While we're here, tell me something about you? I will reciprocate, of course, and considering we want to leave soon it doesn't have to be much.\"\nShe struck up with a lilt in her voice, her expression softening as she giggled gently." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was a little confused as to why the inquiry. Half of her wished she didn't approach this warrior, it seemed unlikely that they were going to teach her how to use a knife. The other half hoped she was an amazing teacher. \n\"Uh. I'm a healer. Kinda.\" Although she could heal the majority of wounds. Although she could also find plants to sooth food poisoning and other sicknesses. Nobody wanted a fanged freak like her around. \"I do the best I can with the doctors in the local, find medicinal herbs for them and such.\" Normally someone would sound prouder of this profession, but when Manon spoke she sounded distant instead of happy. \n\"I'm not very interesting.\" Manon caught herself picking at the wooden table with her finger nail instead of actually looking at the person she spoke to." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"A healer, hm? Any healing magic? One of my younger cousins from the Silnarian heartlands used quite powerful stuff, could heal whole limbs...\"\nElias mused for a few moments, grimacing at her last statement and shaking her head.\n\"There's a spark in every stone, a wise man once told me. Maybe You Don't find yourself too thrilling, but people will. I'm quite interested in your story, dear... You strike me as peculiar, in a good way.\"\nShe giggled again, this time with an embarrassed twinge as she called for a waiter, rattling off her order and addressing Manon\n\"Meat, veg or fish?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Plenty of healing magic, actually I was top of my class in.\" Her voice trailed off as everyone in her class was killed, including the parents and teachers. \"It doesn't matter.\" She traced lazy circles into the table as she spoke. She didn't really enjoy talking about herself due to her lack of confidence in herself these past few years. \"Vega please.\" She was feeling pretty hungry though it wasn't for plants. She had plenty of time before she needed to feed off another creature's life, hopefully enough time learn what she needed and part ways with the knight. \"It's your turn, tell me about yourself.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The knight would relay the order to their waiter, giving a habitual wink as she turned back to Manon - missing the blush and the shake of the head as the boy left them. She tapped the table with a slow, hypnotic rhythm, eyes hollowing as the memories of her past washed over her once more.\n\"Ser Elias Alicia Bluedove, 3rd Marque-heir of the Bluedove Household, loyal to the Silnarian empire... Or at least I was, a long while ago. My grandmother might have liked that too, but such is cold fate. In truth, I'm not a salt-grain's worth of that title. Bastard daughter of an affair, to some deadbeat mercenary...\"\nHer expression was anything but pleasant, storm clouds forming around her brow as she reminisced.\n\"Sorry, I've said too much... You don't make many friends, wandering. Sometimes it... Just kind of comes out...\"\nShe'd give one last chuckle - this one cold, through glazed eyes - before falling silent." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She knew all too well how lonely wandering around could be. As much as Manon would love to be a part of a group, she was afraid that she'd lose control and kill the people she considered her friends. \"I'm sorry.\" She didn't know asking would open older wounds for the knight. Emotional injuries were not something she could heal, even if she wanted to ease the pain of the past. From the corner of her eye she noticed the server from earlier making his way back with some food. Leaning back into her booth and placing her hands in her lap to provide a free place for her food. Her attention shifted from the young man and onto the wall beside her, focusing on nothing in particular. Once her plate was lowered she gave her gratitude in a form of a thanks to him, still without looking his direction." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not at all, it was a pleasure, believe it or not. Now, about that hunting lesson...\"\nShe'd giggle softly once more, rising from her seat and dropping a few silvers in the centre of their table, hailing a Silnarian 'thank you' to the staff, receiving a stilted Irtutian response. Grimacing a little, thinking she was close enough to the Elven capital to warrant a dialect change, she motioned to Manon go follow her outside." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Manon didn't know if now was the best time to remind the knight that it was really just knife lessons she needed, not so much the whole hunting one. She didn't say anything though, this would technically give her the chase to feed. She, too, rose from the booth and gave the staff a curtsy before following the knight. \n\n\"Is it good to go hunting on such full stomachs?\" The feeling of drowsiness crept over the vampire after a warm delicious meal." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Some time after Cyneburh was liberated, the north of Mentia was united and all eyes were looking towards the Siuians, soldiers and mercenaries would flood the south coming from the north. Among them was Sivne, the 7'8ft tall Brayer. After crossing the border she'd head to Cyneburh where Sol and the others likely still were. She'd head inside and sit herself down in a corner, ordering a beer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was certainly a mystery whether the priestess had participated in the recent foray out of Cynosure.\n\nWell, aside from the fact that she'd overslept and missed the timing, but no one needed to know that.\n\nShe hadn't yet reunited with the rest of the party as of their return to the city (most definitely not an act of avoidance, surely) and instead, the priestess found herself exploring the city's taverns of late. Pushing through the doors in plain, unremarkable attire, keeping an eye out for 4 specific individuals.\n\nAh, but who was this, having a drink alone?\n\nAfter some contemplation she waved at and started approaching the Prayer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sivne noticed Sol immidiately as she entered the tavern, taking a sip of her beer. She set her drink down and leaned back in her chair as the lady approached.\n\n\"Mmh.. I know you, don't I? Tavern in Salvania..\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Indeed, it has been a while, Lady Sine.\"\n\nSol comes to an unhurried stop by the nearest vacant chair, first procuring the attention of the bartender before settling down with a large grin, regarding the Prayer with much interest.\n\n\"I heard you made quite the killing in Upper Media.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She raised a brow, seems like she had a fan. She picked up her mug of beer and took a long swig of it before setting it back down.\n\n\"Mmh.. There was plenty of money to be made. I hear down south they pay well too.\" She shrugged a little, unsure if she was making a joke about Galschen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They do pay honest wages here, I suppose.\"\n\nAccepting a mug from the bartender, Sol sipped from it briefly.\n\n\"Can't say it's been that exciting as of late though, with the frontline being so close. The occasional high-priority target is nice and all, but... Ah, well. There's always next time.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Mmmmhm. Wouldn't call it honest.\" She let out a quiet grunt, sipping her beer more.\n\n\"War seems to be coming to a climax soon, only one emperor left and he's about to come fight the Siuians. Mmh.. Should be a good fight either way. I'm just here for the pay.\"\n\nShe drummed her fingertips on the table. \"I haven't been keeping up.. What's the word down here?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sol chuckled softly into her own drink, tasting both the tartness of the drink and her own words.\n\n\"Let's see.\" She pictured a map of the Mention territories and tried to recall the meetings she'd spectated. \"They've broken the siege here and driven one of the SII armies off, while the Karaoke have beaten another into retreat. I'm not sure about the last one, but I hear there's been a lot of action in OMB of late.\"\n\nDepending on how things go, we could end up with no emperors left... Now that'd be a sight.\n\nThe priestess shrugged, leaving her thoughts unsaid.\n\n\"So, was he strong?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She let out a grunt, taking a swig of her beer. Just how many people knew it was her, she wondered. She drummed her fingertips against the mug.\n\n\"Mm, for an old man.. Almost killed two of my own, almost got me too before I ran a sword through his gullet. I did carve my way through eight of his guards on my own before I fought him.. Mmh. It was a good fight.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, my.\"\n\nAs a magic user she didn't quite get the whole thing about a fight being 'good' or not, but just the fact that there were no fatalities alone impressed her. She lifted the mug for another sip, then stopped.\n\n\"It'll be less interesting around here, I'd reckon.\" She tried for a joke. \"The population of old men in Media is endangered enough as is. So - here's to peace.\"\n\nShe raised her mug out, offering a toast." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Peace, pfht.\" She still nevertheless tapped her mug against Sol's before taking a swig. \"Peace here maybe, finally.. Mmh, these people need it. They're too soft to continue, lost too much to keep it going. So now some old git who's done nothing to earn it gets to sit on a fancy throne and call himself the Emperor. Stupid..\" She shook her head, taking another sip of beer.\n\n\"Mmh... So, you're a merc. Who're you running with?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Pfft. You're not wrong.\" She hid her grin behind the mug. \"Those that come after will decide if the price of peace was acceptable.\"\n\nWith a deep breath, Sol downs the entire mug in one go, lightly slamming the empty vessel against the table.\n\n\"Let's see... A bunny, a troubled girl, and two Karaoke barons. Quite odd, now that I think about it.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "She had enough of this, she should've said something much sooner. Now the conversation drifted to skinning animals, something she simply refused to be apart of. They were already at the hunter's stall and she held her tongue. Unlike the personal at the Tavern, Manon was too lost in thought to show gratitude to this man. \n\nHer hands balled into fists as she waited until now to speak.\n \"I-I just want to know how to end it's suffering quickly! I don't want it's skin.\"\n Manon probably sounded ridiculous because she hasn't explained her vampire situation. She looked like a simple girl who just wanted to mass execute animals right now.\n \"I'm a.. I'm a Vampire.\" \nShe finally said, taking a step away from Elias in case the woman came for her head. \"I don't want them to suffer when I eventually catch them..\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was as if Elias imposed the silence that filled the air, the man raising a brow but shrugging and shuffling away - the problems of strangers was the last of his problems. The knight grabbed Manon by the arm, dragging her towards the forest, out of earshot of most of the village. Once they were sufficiently away, she'd push the girl away with a bark in her throat as she spoke.\n\"With three words, a hundred mysteries would've been solved so much sooner... Animal blood won't sustain you, coonskin. Either you find a willing host, or you feed on whoever's closest. The third and fourth are harder options...\"\nThe last sentence carried a malevolent edge as she clicked her long sword in its scabbard, a broiling mix of pity and hatred in her once calm eyes. The hatred Elias felt for unnatural beasts was immense - for she saw herself as much the same. She stood still, not daring to move unless the vampire decided to drop this facade." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had to jog to keep up, stumbling over her own feet as she was lead into the woods. 'This was a mistakes, this was a mistake' she told herself in her mind, her heart pounding in her ears. This was it, she was going to be cut down by the same person who just fed her delicious food. Suddenly she found herself reeling backwards, a total change of momentum from the forward jog. Once Elias started yelling Manon took a full step backwards, her focus shifting from her mouth to her sword. \n\n\"I admit I should've said something sooner.. I- I struggle with my identity.\" She raised her hands slowly above her head to indicate she wasn't going to attack. Though her preferred methods of combat didn't require steel. \"In fact I'm a healer remember?\" A purple aura glowed around her raised hands, the same aura that all faith magic had from the healers in the cities. She didn't lie about what she could do. \"I've only bitten one person on accident, he's still alive and not turned. It was complicated..\" She took another step backward, hoping to get out of Elias' range" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"IDENTITY!? YOU ARE CURSED. Sick... It is a sickness of the mind, to accept such a monstrous state as part of yourself...\"\nThe knight stamped her dominant foot, grinding her teeth from the sheer rage as she roared. Her anger subsided as quickly as the winter breeze rose and fell around them, a deep and hollow sigh leaving her lips once more.\n\"I don't know how to help you, Manon. A piercing weapon through the skull is the fastest way to kill any living thing, so pick up a javelin or a crossbow...\"\nShe daresn't meet her gaze, still clicking her long sword nervously." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Leaned forward into a low bow in front of the knight. In appreciation for all the kindness she had showed in their short meeting. \n\"Thank you for the Parsnip and the meal, I appreciate the acts of kindness you've shown me.\" \nHer voice was wavering, clear droplets falling onto the ground as she held in her cry. Once she stood up she turned to face the woods, the one the knight said had mutilated corpse recently. She began walking, despite the warnings. She didn't feel the need to tell the knight it wasn't accepted, it was forced upon her. All she could do was offer a prayer to a deity she didn't believe that whatever stalked the woods wouldn't find her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The Gods may not bless you, but I will... May you find salvation, dear. I mean it...\"\nThe last thing Elias said to the young girl this day would be barely audible, her emotions getting the better of her. Vampire or not, this was a girl near her age, and the knight had shunned her. But there was only so much she could tolerate... Settling by the tree, she began to mumble an old Italian war song, as she tried to forget the day for a while." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Lucrum would keep his distance, or try to make use of the lack there was. As Terrel was perusing him, Lucrum was looking for the weakness in his armor. . . It had been forever since he had to fought an armored opponent seeing his only options: Forerm, Thigh, Armpit or... His face. A thought emerged as he stared holes into his anatomy. He found his point of interest. \n\nLucrum lowered his guard but, this time keeping the Estoc in the center of his body assuming a plow guard.\n\n\nLucrum would jab towards his face and backpedal. Keeping the point there to ward him from approaching; keeping him at bay, Lucrum watched his waist. Which way would he pívot? To determine what way he'll swing next. He broke the silence of the duel, in attempt to clear the air, or distract him entirely. He'd speak with tinges of guilt in his voice, as he focused on the mask.\n\n\". . . I fear for you and Shaori!— I tried to get to you!—TERREL!\"\n\nLucrum's breathing would grow shaky as he tried to think of what to say whiling try to keep the pig from cutting him down. His eyes and heart race as strands of blonde stuck to his forehead. He'd feel his back against a tree, with no more space behind him he stood his ground. . . Watching for his moment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Terrell found himself having to shift back to avoid the jab to his face, teeth grinding at the purpose behind it. It seemed Luc rum was all prepared to kill him right then and there. The Elf could hear Luc rum yelling out to him, his eyes flashing at the Macon as he would slowly follow him to the tree he found himself backed into. A stance he took, any closer and Elf would probably end up impaling himself in the pursuit. A flash, a single arc of the blade before Terrell would suddenly stop mid-swing with the tip inches away from his face, the space created between them with their two weapons.\n\n\"You created that forest fire, you got us separated, you didn't even bother looking for us Did you?\"The Elf would snap at him. What should he care any more of what this Macon did? He was a paid mercenary and all that Luc rum failed to do was seal his end of the deal upon forcing the Elf to risk his life for whatever it was the Macon had wanted to do.\"I. Want. My. Pay.\"He'd say through his teeth.\"And if I have to cut it out of you, I'll do so and make sure those ducks learn why you shouldn't follow someone giving false promises.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lucrum's voice seemed to cracked at his accusations. The squire was trying to tell the truth— that or trying to get him to lower his guard. . . —This, was one of the many cons of being raise by Dark Elves. There was no such thing as sincerity... But Lucrum was trying to falsify this stereotype. He spoke as he would any other day, however he hissed with raw guilt.\n\n\n\nLucrum didn't react to the blade that stopped by his face; Either out of shock, stupidity, or willpower. He had nothing to fear but Terrel's complacency to understand. He remained calm, he has him talking for now...\n\n\"I looked— For days. . .\nI asked— many people. . .\nI searched— Kadho, Upper, Middle— and even returned to the forest by myself. Fearful not of my own life, __but yours.__\"\n\nThere was a pause and a moment of eerie silence.\nThe frigid wind stopped, the ducks grew quiet and the Mare stared. Everything in the forest stood still even Lucrum.\n\n\|\|\"—I know. I have it. Take it... \nI don't want to hold onto it anymore—! It always kept me hoping that we'd cross paths again. So I could right my wrongs. Shaor—\"\|\|\n\n\n\n\n\nHe kept talking.\nSpitting the truth. \nHis voice fell deeper, and more distraught." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Terrell didn't shift from his stance, keeping the sword held out in front of him while the Macon rambled on about trying to search of them. His expression remained neutral, part of him not wanting to buy Luc rum's sob story. However, in being an Elf, Terrell had the knack for being able to read a person based on look alone. It wasn't a skill he cared much for, though now he actually had reason for it.\n\nHe'd shift his sword ever so slowly as the pointed end of it would meet the face of the Macon, just at the tip of the nose. It would a rather light touch, soon moving on as the sword would trace its way up his face. It wasn't pressurized enough to leave a mark, but touching enough to know any sudden moves would warrant a bigger cut than wanted. Eventually the tip would reach bridge of his glasses before he'd use his sword to move them up over Luc rum's eyes.\n\nThe Elf's eyes would narrow at the sight of him crying, whether because of suppressed frustration or disapproval of it, it was left uncertain. The moment seemed to last for ages with Terrell watching Luc rum in dead silence. After a while of studying him, he'd move his sword away from the Macon, lowering it back down to his side in waiting for Luc rum to hand over the money he promised. With what the Macon said, it seemed that he was unsuccessful in finding Shari and, unfair as it might be, Terrell would take her pay nonetheless. He didn't know her enough to determine her whereabouts nor care of what happened to her after the events.\n\nHe would move one hand to his head, coursing his fingers through his long pink hair before he'd grab at something and remove it from its original resting place within his locks. A small crown, one he had chosen months ago between the choice of it, a pair of glasses, and a compass. It was a stupid question then and even stupider one now for why he still had it. Perhaps it was left forgotten all the time leading up to seeing the squire again.\n\n\"Here. You can have this back.\"He'd say, carelessly tossing the small thing to Luc rum's feet.\"Not my style. Way too small.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"...Mmh, sounds odd. Should pick more stable company, mmh? I've ran with my group for a long time now.. All started in South Mentia, picked up and lost a few on the way, but we haven't lost our character.\" \n\nShe said, finishing off her own tankard and setting it down." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's working out alright for a party formed on the spot, I think. And beyond this campaign, well...\" The priestess shrugged, staring at the remnant bubbles in her mug. \"I'm something of a loner myself, and teamwork is hardly a strength of mine... But that's another story.\"\n\nShe shrugged once more, slightly hesitating on whether she should order another mug." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Mmh.. Should try teamwork sometime, works great.\" She smirked a bit. \"With my lot we just have all the others set themselves up far away, I run in and they pick off everyone trying to fight me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Mmm, I don't know. Everything considered, I'd make a terrible teammate.\" A grin flitted across her face after some thinking. \"You'll get along with the old man I work with, probably. Similar way of thinking and all that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Mmh.. Never met a southlander with a similar way of thinking. Those coastal Mentians are all soft anyway.\" She shrugged." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, there's always room for first times.\" Sol got the attention of the barkeep and procured a smaller drink. \"But I'd imagine that to be a good thing, no? If they're soft, they can't handle all the fighting by themselves. More business for the folks who do it for a living.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"There's not some conspiracy to keep you in the dark. And there's no Plan. Just an intention. We haven't decided on doing anything yet.\" She leaned back against the headrest again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck \"F-fine... It would have been nice to know though... Sorry for raising my voice...\" He pursed his lips and decided to follow suit in moving and leaning back against the headrest. Lad was seemingly hoping that mimicking might lighten the mood. \"Does Carly know?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No. Only me and Sonja talked about it. She wouldn't have even come if not for promising her that we weren't going to let them win. These aren't good people we're working for.\" She grunted and closed her eyes, reaching for his hand and gently holding it as she let out a sigh." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He frowned. Not entirely glad yet another person wasn't aware. At least he was in the loop now, but he'd have to tell Carly later. His frown did falter at her taking his hand in hers. He gave her hand a squeeze and leaned his head on her shoulder \"Hmm they aren't... Especially that b-baron\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm selfish. But them? They'd sell their own family for power. They're all evil in their own way and they'll get what's coming to them.\" She grumbled a little with her eyes closed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He chuckled and though her eyes were closed she'd feel him nodding his head \"Hopefully... And don't speak like that. You're fine. A little r-rough but nice all the s-same\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hmpf. I know what i am. No need to be delusional.\" She opens her eyes and looks over to him. \"I'm glad the world hasn't ruined you yet, at least.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He gave her arm a very light punch. Not intended to hurt but show his disagreement. Though he does then give a comforting rub to where he punched, as if it did hurt. \"And it never will. Worlds nice... Its t-the people who m-make it cruel\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She huffed. \"Something made people rotten. I don't know what, but it's something. People get too comfortable being cruel.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He shrugged and leaned further against her, now half hugging as he looked up at her with a bright smile \"Well as long as we're on the r-right side of things... I'm happy\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I hope we are. I don't know if I am. You are.\" She stroked his hair and yawned, clearly tired." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"HMP... Just s-stick with me and you'll be fine.\" He smirked and resisted yawning as well \"Sleepy?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Mmh.. Mhm. I'm going to sleep.\" She stretched and groaned before slipping under the sheets and getting comfortable. \"Goodnight.\" She said before rather quickly falling asleep." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Goodnight...\" He sighed as he kept he head leaned up against the headrest for a while. He didn't immediately sleep. For a while he just sat there in thought. After what felt like an hour he'd eventually lay down, wanting to follow suit and sleep" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "_A wagon rolled on through the small town, ox-drawn. It shook as it went along the road with clinking inside. It stopped off to the side by a building. A creature hopped from the front, going along the wagons side. An insectoid being, shining green and maroon chitin. His mandibles clicked excitedly as he reached the back, checking the contents of his wagon._" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Making his way through the town, an Elf wearing a pig mask would silently ride along the cobbled roads atop his horse. His gaze would shift to the different people, eyes falling upon a wagon being tended to by an individual that stuck out to him. A Qua? It wasn't often to come across them, at least for him anyway. Turning his horse to steer towards the person, Terrell would allow his curiosity to get the better of him as he'd gradually make his way over, the sound of hooves clopping signifying his approach." }, { "from": "human", "value": "_Krikka Feest checked over his stock of meats and such throughout the back of his wagon. Would he need any extra? Possibly, quite possibly. But for now, he was here just to show off his wares.\n\nSo when an elf began to approach, the Qua hailed them with a raised arm and a click of his mandibles._" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Terrell would give simple wave in response, his horse slowing to a stop as he neared the Qua. He'd look the person over with a hidden gaze of curiosity before he'd glance over at the wagon he had instead.\"Not everyday you get to see a Qua out here.\"The Elf would eventually say.\"Selling wares or just passing through?\"It seemed he was asking the purpose for the wagon, whether it was a traveling shop or just a mobile home. He wasn't quite sure what the man could possibly be selling, but it didn't make him any less curious." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Matsuko walks into a small settlement in the territory of Tiksak, they'd have only come here as they have seen a bounty to be claimed. Apparently they had sent their fastest member to run to the town Matsuko had been in previously, requesting for an adventurer to put some rowdy bunch of bandits nearby in their place. This shouldn't be too difficult for a trained combatent, however due to many misfortunante events, everyone with some form of training is either injured, dead, or too old to fight. It isn't very apt to them bandits, more like violent troublemakers, hopefully they'll either run away or be captured after a quick battle. If Matsuko were to ask around about them, they'd find out that the bandits lodge in the woods nearby, in an abandoned cabin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As Katsuki had arrived to the location, he immediately wanted to talk to the townsfolk about the bandits' location. As he walked around town, he would talk to one of the civilians. \n\n\"Uhm excuse me, sir. I'm Katsuki, and I was sent to eliminate the bandits that was said to be here. Do you know their location?\" \n\nHe would patiently wait for the civilian's answer, and he looked around to pass time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ah, you've heard about our request? Just east of here in an abandoned cabin, I think a woodsman used to live there, dunno where he went when the bandits made their home there. Anyways, they aren't too strong, probably a little cowardly, defeat one and they all run away, you know the type?\" The civillian would say, he doesn't make it seem like the bandits are much of a threat, rather they are probably a nuisance to them, of course they would cause harm which is why they have sent out a bounty for them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Mm. I know the type. Well, thank you for your aid, kind civilian!\" \n\nHe would smile and continue his adventure. He would look up at the sky. \n\n'Daylight is burning, I should hurry.' \n\nKatsuki would make his way east, towards the abandoned cabin. After walking, he would soon reach the cabin. He did not approach it yet, he wanted to hide behind a tree and scout the cabin at first. As he hid, he tried to see how many bandits there were and their equipment." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Lucrum seemed distraught. As he tried to keep the conversation afloat. He was forcing himself to keep Terrel's attention.\n\n\"I've grown lazy over the last year. . . Busy with forming connections, for the big thing. But in doing so my swordsman has dulled— yet my magic has prospered. It's safe to say, I've lost my edge. Heh.\"\nThe squire said with a glance to his Estoc; a weapon with no edge. \n\nLucrum would look to the tear in the Pigs cape. Before frantically speaking.\n\"I can sew the cape back together if you'd like. It's the least I could do. M—my elven mother practically engrained it into my head.\"\n\nHe'd take the mare by her reigns and walk her over to the waters edge to allow her to drink. The ducklings would be placed in his saddle bags, with the cover open. The equine kept an eye on Carl, and would huff lowly as she had just watch the two riders duke it out. She was unsure if it was safe, But could felt her riders low emotion. Lucrum brushed her mane and in response the mare would rest it's chin atop of the short squire head. He closed his eyes feeling sorry for himself.\n\n\"—But I've met some new people; From Canifors Lords and optimistic adventures... To Harlot Kemo—? What is the name of the cat people? I can never pronounce their race right...\"\n\nHe'd sigh loudly, The squire had grownup, although it wasn't was anything tangible. Aside from his Cuirass and Estoc, he remained the same person visibly and at heart. With the addition from the bruises he'd obtained from getting jumped by elves in Lymia and most recently the bar fight with Hikari. . . Sketchy lady, bad manners. That left him with bandages that wrapped around his forehead was a sign he had been in a pickle since. His experience couldn't been seen but heard as he recites the events. He stops himself, as he realized he hadn't formally apologized.\n\n\"Terrel are you listening?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Terrell would turn his gaze towards Luc rum, staring back at him with a frown forming on his face with what could be perceived as mild annoyance with the squire. What more did he want with him? He already left him to burn alive, near attempted decapitation, and torn his cloak in his weak excuse for swordsmanship that he claimed to have improved upon in the year that had passed.\n\n\"Mm.\"He'd respond back simply to confirm Luc rum's question of him listening. His business with Luc rum was already through, now it was just a matter of teaching those bandits a lesson about messing with him, whether they were after the squire or not. The Elf never liked unfinished business and in having to run away, Luc rum was merely a reminder of what he had to go back to.\n\nHe didn't have much faith in the squire, even if he felt inclined to help to see as he was the cause of this in the first place. At this point, he'd probably slow him down or perhaps make decent fodder for a while. Either way, he probably wasn't going to get much help in this and that mattered little to the Pig Elf. He had faith in his own wit and sword skills and if it's a fight they wanted to start, it was one he's going to finish. Perhaps it was about time to start getting prepared." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"C'mon don't do that...\"\nLucrum became frustrated with Terrel's disinterest, the shuffle of foot steps could heard as he approached Terrel from behind. The squire instincts was to shove him as he raised his palm; but didn't have the gall to pull through. He would reach out to grab his shoulder to stop him from leaving.\n\n\"Tsh, you're a—...\"\nLucrum bit his tongue it was laced with poison for what he wanted to say out of Frustration, speechless as he danced on eggshells. He decided to keep it honest.\n\"Terrel, did I ever tell you what we were doing that day before we were ambushed?— What was in the parcels? Where we going?—\"\n\nLucrum stared him down, his eyes flicking between portions of his mask. He'd point to his mask, gesturing him to take it off.\n\n\"—Life is unfair, I didn't expect things to turn out that way it did. It has affected me more than you think old friend. You had a choice to stand and fight by my side... I told them you weren't with me yet.—\"\nHe'd pause.\n\"...What you did, even with the outcome now. Left me dumbfounded. You have warrior's heart.\"\n\n\"...I can plea until my lungs run out, and my eyes roll back... But nothing can change what happened that day. We either would've died or been captured—. Those snobs that hired him... Are worse than you and I combined. But, I strive to cut down that stupid looking floppy hat bandit and those who hired him... That made me look like a fool, I want to show you I am truly...\"\nHe'd exhale, looked to the pig's greaves.\n\n\"—__Sorry.__ But your making it difficult walking away... Just listen to me\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Terrell would remain where he was as Luc rum went through the effort of coming up behind him, only turning his head back to look at him as he'd place a hand on his shoulder. He was sure the Macon was trying to explain something important, but after all this talking, the Elf had found his mind drifting elsewhere for a while.\n\nHe took notice of Luc rum gesturing to his mask, though simply ignoring the hand gesture's request to remove it. Why should he anyway? Only after there was finally silence, would Terrell slowly grab Luc rum's hand to pick it off his shoulder and move it away from him.\n\n\"You know what your problem is Luc rum?\"He'd question, using the squire's name for the first time well ever, maybe. It was hard to recall a time when he had needed to say it really.\"You talk too much for your own good.\"\n\nThe Elf would turn around fully, bringing his arm up to rest on the back of his horse.\"I have some business to finish with those ambushers of yours, so are you going to help me or not?\"\n\nQuick and to the point the Elf seemed. Luc rum's apology seemed to have mattered little to him at this given point, that window of opportunity having already closed. The Macon seemed insistent enough, so who was he to stop him lest he proved to only repeat history as it so often did." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "The Ursinoid nodded slowly and tried to follow the instructions. She felt a bit foolish, but made the O with her lips, and tried to get the energy in her hands to do the same. It severed the first time. And then the second time. And the third time too. Sonja seemed to be getting increasingly agitated with each attempt, but kept trying it anyways. \"Does this... Really work?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Indeed it will.\" Arleen would demonstrate with the same move, successfully lifting the sword - just a tiny, little bit - a magical thread hanging between the sword and his hand. Though it would sever after he lifts it more than a palm's length away. \n\n\"Humph, put your hand on my hand, and imagine doing the same thing. Perhaps this will make you feel the connection better.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"...\" Sonja frowned at how effortlessly Arlean seemed to accomplish what she was attempting. How?! And so the Ursinoid reluctantly put her hand on Arlean's to see of that helped at all. It felt like that helped her. Soon, she was ready to try it again herself. And so she did. Again. Again. And... Again. Honestly, she was ready to give up, when finally, on what was her 7th attempt, it worked! Well, kinda. She was able to get the sword to twitch and shiver ever so slightly. But levitate? Oh no, not yet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Arleen nodded at her to reassure her every time she failed, until she finally did it for the first time. \"This will be a long process. Now, visualize the MANA that was flowing in you, you may see shattered threads and veins inside. Try to form them into a way that let you replicate what you just did - that is called etching a magical circuit in you.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Terrel's head would cock to the side at the mention of being a traveling cook. He's met quite a few cooks on his own travels, but most typically limited their cooking around dishes containing meat in them. At his introduction, Terrel would give a dip of his head before shifting to slide off his horse.\"Terrel Bales.\"He'd say in response, lightly grabbing onto his horse's lead and tugging him forwards.\"A cook, eh? What kind of recipes do you have.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "_Erika Feet lived up to his namesake... Sort of. Always attempting to create feasts for many, many people who came. Not many did, since he wasn't so well known. Even if he acted like he was._\n\n\"Lamb stews, pork rinds, cricket and rice, noodle soups. Many recipes and still yearning to learn more!\" _One of those perhaps was odd, but don't worry. He only ever used small insects._" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Terrel would raise an eyebrow as he mentioned each of the dishes, counting out all the ones with meat in them and bugs it seemed? Part of the Elf wondered if it would be wrong to consider it cannibalism in a way, so he simply decided not to critique the choice. It seemed like there were a lot of options still out there, so he would simply say:\"Seems like you have a variety, ever tried out different making vegetable soups?\"The Elf seemed to be suggesting it. At this rate, he might as well be suggesting this to every cook he comes across." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "_Truly, the infection had time to time experimented with vegetables... Yet he was always drawn to meats and spices. The things he could create, the recipes he could perfect. And also when it came to smaller insects, cannibalism never came to mind. Because no one brought it up, and they were to him animals. Little critters._\n\n\"Perhaps. I need to look into that more. I have made leek soup.\" _Simple, yet with the right touch, elegant. And with potatoes. That's what really made it. And sometimes a little bit of beef to add to the soup. Though that wouldn't be entirely vegetable soup then, now would it?_ \"You are one for vegetables?\" _He asked, assuming that was the reason that it was asked in the first place._" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Terrel would nod, his mouth curling into a grin at the question.\"That I am. I'm afraid I don't share the same interest in meat as, well every other person I come across.\"He'd state. It was a bit refreshing to have someone who cooked vegetable meals without just having to go to a tavern. Perhaps the Elf could take him up on that while they were here for the short while. He had the extra free time at least.\"Is it up for sale?\"He'd ask in reference to the leek soup. It wouldn't be bad to get a quick meal for now before he had to set out again and be stuck away from any towns for who knows how long." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "_Erika hesitated for the moment. It was not so rare an occurrence that he would come across someone who preferred plants to meat. Even so... The Qua climbed into the back of his wagon, rummaging around. He had just what was needed._\n\n_The Qua retrieved a pot and a couple of leeks, even a potato. A cutting board was ready as well._ \"Set up a fire, side of the road. Fill pot with water, if you would be so minded?\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Arlean took a hot minute to recover, nodding as he tried to stop himself from retching up his stomach contents. Eventually, after a minute he smiled and turned back to Sonja. \n\n\"...I'm fine, no need for healing.\" He nodded,\"I suppose it is time to rest and end the practice for today. Would you like to go ou for dinner?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sonja nodded slowly as Arleen suggested the end practice. She supposed that was fine. The Crinoid has learned enough to at least practice some things on her own. It was good to know that her instructor hadn't been too injured. \"Not hungry. Maybe another time.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Arlean looked visibly sad at the rejection. \"Hmmph, maybe another day then. I will return to the library and my home after. Perhaps I'll see you there tomorrow.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sonja nodded and gave the Mistune a wave before heading off to do some more study of these strange magic powers." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "The market was a perfect place for many in need of equipment replaced and repaired to be. Mox finding his way here after another job finished, having been hired by a merchant on their way to Mentian in need of a bit of security the job went without an issue until the last leg of the journey. Having run into bandits just a few miles off from the city one two things where clear to Mox now that he was here. The first being it was time to restock arrows, the second being it was time for a new cloak.\n\nHaving set himself up in an inn for the next few nights while he restocks the only equipment he brought to the market today was his armor and his short sword just in case something happened. The Crossfox Canifor currently standing in front of a stall selling weaponry as he takes stock of the arrows for sale. Picking up one to poke at the arrowhead, broad heads where his usual go to but the strange shape and teeth on the arrows he had been offered did interest him. Till he had been given details on the price. Scowling as he sets the arrow down and moves to head for another stall." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The centaur soon noticed the young Cantor, remarking in surprise on seeing another beast kin in the mainly Macon Media, and approached him with a wave.\n\"Excuse me sir, apologies to bother you - I was wondering if you would be interested in a taste test?\"\nHe asked, shaking the basket gently as he cantered over." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mox was already on his way to the next stall when he hears someone call out to him. Immediately out of reflex his right hand goes to rest on the short sword at his right hip, the Canifor's ears perking up and swiveling just a hairs breath before his muzzle turns to look at the centaur.\n\nShock first played across his features. Another beastkin, and this one didnt look like a slave unlike the ones he saw in a few other lands. \"Oh. Hello.\" He greets awkwardly as he turns his attention to them, eyeing the basket curiously for a moment. \"What is this?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Cir cine noticed the move of MOX's hand to his sword, tensing up a little at the anticipation of a drawn weapon, but relaxed again as he greeted him.\n\"Hello there, yes - I've made some rations, but I've tried salting them this time. I've tried them myself, and I'd say they taste fine - but I want to make sure they taste fine to others as well, so I can share them on missions...\"\nHe explained, picking up a piece of celery and taking a bite out of it, cocking his head at MOX curiously.\n\"Are you from around here, sir? I haven't seen many of your kith before.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mox sizes up Circine, taken off guard at the offer of the rations as he stares for a second. \"No point in not trying.\" He answers, why pass up free food? Why would they want to poison someone right here in the middle of a crowd?\n\nPicking up the piece of celery he takes a bite out of it just as the question is answered. Deciding to chew instead of talk with a mouth full and finishes before answering. \"Not usually a greens fan but I like it, and nah. Just passing through. Came in with one of the caravans as hired muscle to keep bandits off them.\" By the condition of his equipment he probably did face some bandits, that or the elements were unkind as the dull shine of metal plates could be seen where the cloth covering of his brigandine had been sliced or torn. Another thing he needed repaired." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, good!\"\nHe beamed happily, closing the basket and attaching it to one of the metal hoops on his back, tapping his chin thoughtfully at MOX's second statement.\n\"Hm, I see. The paths have been quite dangerous recently... I don't often have trouble with bandits - most are simply too weak to ambush me without getting knocked aside as I ride.\"\nHe explained with a chuckle, stamping his strong front legs to make a point.\n\"I assume you'll be making quite a few repairs, from the state of your armor. I'm heading off to get some of my caparison repaired as well, so perhaps we'll be walking the same direction a while.\"\nHe chuckled again, wearing a gentle expression. Usually, the centaur was cold towards others, out of habit after meeting so few strangers throughout his life in his tribe. But he couldn't bring himself to show contempt for beast kin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You wouldnt happen to know the area and a merchant selling decent arrows for cheap? I'll even take just the heads at this point.\" Mox asks as the Canifor sets in beside the centaur, letting them take the lead. He recalled something one of the elders of his tribe taught him. A Canifor's fangs were strong but you never disrespect a centaur within striking distance or an open field. This one seemed rather interesting, Mox having no issue sharing the road with them. \n\n\"How are these lands when it comes to our own? When I passed through the lands of the elves they seemed rather wary of me, even refused service at times.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That would be one of my most frequent stops, actually. These blunt easily, and aren't effective for hunting unless sharp, so I've found a suitable Fletcher for the job, yes.\"\nCir cine responded, gesturing down the left fork in the pathway, leading down towards the town square. \n\nChanging his gait to keep in line with MOX, he recalled his own stories from his village - legends of beast men warriors riding into battle upon centaur cavalry, both entered into a life bond as fellow men-at-arms. These stories had enraptured him and his kin, each one of them fantasizing about their true companion. \n\nPerhaps Cir cine would find that person one day, but he doubted it would be soon.\n\"The Macon are far wiser than the Solaria when it comes to these things - never have I been turned away from a Macon vendor if I had the coin. Of course, not everyone shares this sentiment, but it is quite the opposite of Even thought.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "A few days after the arson quest, Kibaru felt it was about time to challange Terrel to another fight. Confident in his improved skill and experience. Felt like he was on the same level with Terrel.\n \nAfter ingratiating the challenge and setting the place, the two of them head into the woods a little ways off from the Liberation camp to get some privacy\n\n\"Right...\" Kibaru started off stretching a bit and loosening his muscles \"Ready to finally have your win streak broken?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Terrell, not as overly enthused as his Kimono friend was riding his horse out to the meet up spot.\"Not in particularly, but I'll still plan on heading back to get something to eat after.\"He says with a light shrug.\"Hopefully not having to drag you back.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well atleast you brought transport to get you back to camp after I know you off it\" Kibaru smirked. Taking off his shirt and taking out his Odachi\n\n\"Any rules?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Don't die.\"He says with a grin as he began moving a few paces back from the Kimono. He takes out his trident and shield and turns to face him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Read my mind.\" Kibaru got into his pose, ready to fight this one\n\n\"Let's go!\" Kibaru said before swinging his sword toward terrel, lunching a fireball towards him. Then he shot west and took cover behind a tree" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Terrell sidesteps the fireball, grinning as he gave chase to him, the Sinai appeared past the trees, slicing at the Kimono with a hard hit of his sword before vanishing back into the forest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kibaru quickly got back up, before charging at Terrel with a thunderous strike, and running through him with a powerfull attack that would move him and possible knock him down" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He holds on to the reigns tightly, quickly rushing back towards Subaru and swinging at him with a strong his of hide sword to knock him back only to proceed to charge him again with another powerful attack." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kibaru immediately acted. Letting down a powerful strike down towards Terrel, followed by a lightning shock" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Sinai swaps to his Great sword, striking at him one final time. Snapping the reigns of his horse he sprints back across the forest, coming to a stop just at the end of the path as he turned to face Subaru." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In a last ditch Effort, Kibaru rushed towards terel Letting out another Thunder bolt before face planting into the ground. Succumbing to his injury" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Elf desperately blocks the attack by raising his sword to it, feeling the brief shockwave going through it before slowly shaking it off and looking towards his fallen comrade. He makes his way back over to him and dismounts.\"Alright, let's head back to camp.\"He says, holding down a hand to help him up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kibaru woke up, shaking his head as he looked at Terrel... Not even that much damage \"Yeah... I'll return in a bit. You go ahead of me, man\" Kibaru said, repositioning himself to sit against a tree, wincing slightly as he began treating his wounds" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You sure you're going to be alright out here?\"He questions.\"Wouldn't want a wolf or something coming by and picking you off.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll be fine\" He said bluntly. Shooing Terrel away with his hands" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He stared at him for a while behind the blank stare of the bunny mask he was wearing and then eventually decided to turn away and Mount back up on his horse before slowly trotting off." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"That is what I fear I will become if I persue such motivations... But for now, I shall keep to my own - let those of greater moral fibre lead something like that.\"\nHe concluded, his expression brightening as they moved the conversation along. Having finished his pleasantries and bartering with the shopkeep, the centaur cantered over to Mox, picking up a bodkin arrow and examining it as he spoke.\n\"Have you found anything you like? The fletcher here does great piercing arrows.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "MOX goes to prick his finger with one of the arrow heads on displace. Applying just enough force to see if it would even cut him at a bit of pressure. Silently judging it for a few moments before giving a nod in confirmation. \"These will do. I don't expect my arrows to last very long so piercing really isn't necessary.\" Gathering a handful of the arrows he heads up to pay for them at the shop keep himself, counting out the coins before handing them over. \"I'm not sure if there are any who fit that at the moment. Those I've found who try are those who become monsters.\" He calls over his shoulder to his current centaur companion as he collects the things he has purchased, stopping before deciding on picking up a second bowstring. Never know when it could be useful, or when his first may break." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "He'd walk over to hand the bowl and spoon back before heading back to grab his horse's lead and walk him over.\"Just be ready to fight if it comes down to it.\"The Elf would answer simply as he'd Mount back up on his horse, soon looking back at the Qua as another question rose to mind.\"You know how to at least, don't you?\"He'd ask. The Elf wasn't actually sure if Krikka was much of a fighter, the only instance being given was that he had left during his home's takeover to enjoy a life of cooking more." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "_Indeed, Erika knew some fighting skills. A little hand to hand. But mostly with how to use a bow, a longbow specifically. Sure, usually it was for hunting, but he could use it in engagements as well._\n\n\"A bow. I am good with a bow. I can handle some other weapons, such as my hooked sword.\" _Not as handy, but still effective enough._ \"What of you? What are you handy with?\" _the Qua asked as he retreated to the wagon. He set the used bowl somewhere for cleaning later._" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "As Lorenz creeps through the forest he overhears a conversation \"Can't we go back to camp? The bear's clearly gone...\", \"Shut the hell up, do you want it to return later and eat you as you rest? I don't!\" Obstructed by some bushes Ingvar notices two bandits walking far ahead of him - following the same tracks he is. They seem to be decently equipped, simple gambesons with light mail over-top and open faced conical skull caps. They carry medium sized round shields and short spears with short swords sheathed at their sides. They have not spotted Lorenz yet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Invar sees no need to intervene. If the bandits fight the bear and live, then he can easily sweep the survivors aside. Instead, he slowly follows behind them and keeps a decent distance so that his armor doesn't give him away. He keeps to the bushes, looking down to make sure he doesn't step on any branches that could alert them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He manages to succeed in staying far enough away to avoid being detected - though he's far too distant to hear anything they may be saying, and can barely keep up with them. Soon however, after what feels like hours of trailing them they come upon what looks to be a large cave made of rock in the side of a cliff-face. The two bandits enter the cave, and even after an hour of waiting they do not return..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The hour passes and Invar sighs. Slowly, he starts to make his way into the cave with his sword drawn and at the ready. He's got a bad feeling that this bear might be more than just a simple bear. He can only hope it's been weakened by the bandits." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Hara would be sat in a small tavern in Upper Mentia. It was a small town, it'd been hit with a few beastkin raids as of late but hadn't yet fallen to the incoming army. It was sat inbetween the beastkin stronghold of Aberardtir and the still Imperially held Lyndunn. The tavern was quiet, with Hara being sat near the back, drinking some water. She was a 5ft tall purple haired Okamimi, with a collection of large weapons nearby. She wore some interesting armour and a red leotard underneath. She was all on her own, her eyes trained on the door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hara's eyes would catch a unique figure for sure. A man dressed in a snow-white cloak and silvery hair contrasting with his tan skin, and golden eyes that seemed to pierce any guard. A fine ablest was strapped to his back, along with some bolts and arrows.\n\nSeemingly bored, Livia did a quick scan of the room, but he soon focused his gaze on the uniquely dressed kemonomimi. Armor, a leotard, and weapons? And a kimono as well? This wasn't Run; surely she was here for a reason. He looked over to her, then walked over and pulled a chair out opposite to her.\n\n\"Mind if I take a seat?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You were going to anyway.\" She said, taking a sip of fresh well water. She tucked her chair in more under the table and leaned forward, propping her elbows up on the table and looking to him. She politely bowed her head with a fairly neutral facial expression. \"I'm Hara, and you?\" She asked, twirling some of her hair around a finger." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, of course! I need something to do while I'm here. I'm Livia.\"\n\nLivia leaned back, his facial expression seemingly interested in Hara. Though as for what was a mystery." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She rested a head on her hand, her eyes flicking over him lazily, trying to size him up.\n\"Are you a soldier- No. Mercenary?\" She asked, noticing the big arbalest." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You'd be right. I assume you are as well?\"\n\nLivia gestures to the assortment of weapons nearby.\n\n\"Anything you got planned as of late?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"A merc who never gets any contracts.\" She said with a grimace. \"I left home a year ago and haven't found anything worth my time. Just work a peasant could do.\" She huffed. \"And you?\" She asked, continuing to sip her water." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hm? Well, in that case, why don't you join me? A group and I are going to be defending Lyndon from Kaddish. The more people on board, the better. The city is basically pleading for help too. I'm sure they'd take you.\"\n\nLivia tilted his head slightly with a smile. Perhaps he could get Hara on board too." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She pursed her lips, thinking about it. That could work.. Her first job. \"They're hiring mercenaries? Hmm.. I'll join you.\" She said, finishing her cup of water. She set it down and reached a hand across the table for a handshake. \"You people shake on it, mhm?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Perfect. I'll notify the others soon that you'll be joining us.\"\n\nLivia obliged, grasping Hara's hand with his own. She would notice the strength in his grip, rough and calloused as well.\n\n\"You're a melee user, I presume?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She blinked a little. It seems like she didn't understand the question, likely a mistranslation.\n\"Melee.. User?\" She scratched around one of her fluffy ears.\n\"Do you mean I.. Go in to melee?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"... Yeah. From what I see, you don't have any ranged weapons on you.\"\n\nPlus her big chest would make it hard to use some ranged weapons. Livia saw Hara scratching one of her fluffy ears, and decided that he wanted to pet them too.\n\n\"Think you're up for it? It'll be tough.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She shook her head, pulling out a bow that was beneath the table and setting it on the table. \"I haven't had much practice, but I can.\" She gave a nod.\n\"I'm confident I can do it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh? Sounds good then.\"\n\nSo how was she able to shoot that with her... Size? Oh, well. He didn't sense any false confidence.\n\n\"So, where are you staying for the night? In here, or do you plan to stay somewhere else?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We can make it to the city before tonight if we move now. If we're going there we should just go and find an inn there.\" She moved to stand up, collecting up all her equipment and slinging it over her back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The city eh? Guess we'll go. I can introduce you to the rest then.\"\n\nLivia stood up, slinging his ablest over his back. As Hara was collecting her stuff, he'd reach over and give her a head pat, scratching her ears.\n\n\"Just follow my lead when we get there.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "The kitsune nodded his head. \n\n\"Yep! I'm full.\" Then the kitsune stood up, remembering he forgot something in his room after crashing out of his bed. He walked upstairs and retrieved his focus staff, and then returned to Akasha. \n\nHe saw her stretching and rested his focus staff on a pillar, and then imitated her movement, feeling his muscles more relaxed after the motion. Then he followed Akasha outside, and peered around the skyline for any sign of the training ground - unfortunately, it didn't look too obvious to his untrained, foreign eyes.\n\n\"So, what does a Knight of Firmament drill involves? Do I have to cast fancy magic? Or summon soldiers to fight?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After Arleen approached her, they walked side by side, following Akasha's steps. She glanced to the side, noting the hint of curiosity in his eyes. The girl isn't sure on what he is scanning the horizon for, but the act itself does appear as quite adorable. It feels like she is walking with her pet for the first- 'Ahem, don't think of rude things like that, Akasha Islet'. She pressed her index finger in between her closed eyes while reprimanding herself.\n\n\"Hm?\" She turned her face to the side. A sign of surprise is painted on her slightly raised eyebrows, which quickly dissipates.\n\n\"Aah, well. Since we will be dispatched on a mission that may involve combat afterward, I think so. You're not experienced in a battle, yes? Then, as a mage, some practical lessons for a mage like basic close quarter combat would be taught.\" \n\nThe route in which they are taking is largely sparse in population at first. Though, as Akasha continued to talk, the density of the people around them noticeably increased. It is attributed to the fact that they are approaching hither towards the main district and the city hall. A shadow is cast on the road they travelled in, created by the rising sunlight against the gigantic pillars. Akasha closed her eyes, relishing the pleasant coolness of the shade which can be distinctly felt. Her pale golden hair dims when it's not reflecting the sun.\n\n_ _\n\"Speaking of which, Arleen. \" She broke the silence, while amused looking at a few children who were passing by, playing tag with each other.\n\n\"Do you know how to ride a horse? I confirmed some details of this mission yesterday. And earlier this morning. It involves a lot of horse riding. I suppose that we will be travelling from Thailand, all the way to the Duchy of Nupazdum in the north.\"\n\nWhen her words touched the subject of the Duchy, her tone pointedly became sharper. The continuing border skirmish and some pillaging done by the raiders of the North is by no means a lighthearted subject, after all. Her eyes trailed to look at Arleen. The glow behind its visage is visibly clouded with uncertainty – albeit the eternity that remains in her face.\n\n\"I suppose you know about the condition there, if you have heard some rumors during your stay here. I heard that we– the assembled troops of Thailand will particularly march under the field of heavy conflicts, for this mission.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "_Krikka Feest eyed over the couple of weapons that the elf had under his cloak. Well, certainly a fighter... Or a hunter with an arming sword, who really knew right?\n\nThe Qua nodded slowly to the explanation._ \"Adept, versatile yes. Should learn to juggle both of my weapons, but stick to bow mostly. Yes, mostly bow...\" _Even if the sword would be useful._" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Terrell would give a nod back in agreement.\"Just always be ready for the worst. Should be fine out there.\"He'd allow his horse to trot back towards the main road a bit before gazing back at Erika.\"Setting up shop here for a while?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "_Krikka Feest observed the village. No one came out just yet. Maybe some villagers would, in due time. The Qua nodded, moving towards the front of his wagon._ \"May as well. Hungry customers everywhere, so why not start here?\" _A couple days ought to cut it._" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd give a dip of his head in response, waving to the Qua as his horse would continue trotting forward.\"Good luck then. I'll be sure to give that leek soup recipe another try one day. .\"And with that the Elf would head off back along the main streets of Media, eventually vanishing into the crowd." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Walking up to the mouth of the cave Ingvar notices that it goes Far Deeper then he anticipated. If he wants to go any deeper then say twenty four feet he'd better have a source of light - no one in their right mind would go face to face with a potential bear in the total dark after-all. As for the immediate area around the cave, it does not seem to have anything of interest besides wild bushes and grass." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Invar huffs at the deep cave. All he wanted to do was clear the place out of bandits. Not slay a bloody bear. Not having a decent source of light, he goes to check the camp and see if they have any torches or a tinderbox he can use." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Heading back to the camp is quite a hike and he nearly gets lost in the woods on his way back. The ground is completely soaked and it is still raining, luckily for him he's wearing a helmet and his horse reduces the amount of time he's outdoors so he doesn't get completely soaked. The camp may be in disarray but many of the objects still remain here, and it doesn't take him very long to find the tinder box used to start the fire. No torches though, but that isn't very surprisingly. One doubts that those bandits would spend the night doing anything other then likely sleeping." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Invar takes the tinderbox and rips a bit of cloth from the tent before heads back into the forest to find a heavy branch that he can use. Once he makes his way back to the mouth of the cave he lights up the torch with the tinderbox and enters with his sword drawn." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The makeshift torch should work, not overly well mind you but it will do the job. One should not expect it however to stand up to any harsh winds or sudden movements. With torch in hand he's able to see far deeper into the cave - it goes on for some time. Eventually he sees the first sign of battle - that being blood smeared on the walls and floor of the tunnel..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Invar was wondering if maybe he should just leave the tunnel. The bandits had all been killed or fled. The tower was now his, probably. But he had to wonder what kind of bear did this. And if there was anything the bandits had to recoup his loss. He'd overpaid heavily as a show of good faith. And now he was starting to regret it. He pressed on." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He follows the blood trail deeper into the cave. Eventually he comes upon a gruesome sight. The first thing he notices is the large pool of blood in the middle of the cavern that he has just entered, alongside how the ground is painted a crimson red. The next thing he notices is the dismembered corpses of the bandits, stripped naked and of all the flesh on their bones. A deformed looking man hunched over eating their flesh like it was the last supper! He looks up to regard Ingvar, white milky eyes blink at him as the creature bares sharpened teeth and snarls at him..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well, that certainly wasn't a bear. What Invar had witnessed was nothing less than disgusting. Indeed, he was tempted to retch at the sight. But he managed to hold it in and keep his sword ready. \"Come and die.\" He growled. The beast would have a harder time sinking its teeth into his armor. He just hoped it would charge, and he could cut it down." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "A knock at Sirdan's room. It was light and tenative, like the person knocking was scared.\n\n\"Sirdan? Are you there?\"\n\nCuo stood at Sirdan's door. Truth be told, she hadn't paid much attention and was just going along with Sirdan (or technically Garuda). But the mission had ended in failure; apparently they had wanted the Siuians to invade that gate in order to spread the damage. Unknowingly, Garuda and the others had gotten too trigger happy, and had lashed out too early." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Iran would be mulling over the consequences of his actions, and was not happy about what happened. Likely, he'd be briefed by Florian and received the bad news and probably apologized already. \n\n\"Yes. I'm here.\" Iran sounded a bit dejected, though his tone picked up a bit at the end of the sentence. \n\nHe walked over to the door and opened it. He was dressed in his simple set of underwear, and there's a large imprint on the bed. A hastily closed book was next to him. It reads Simian Tactical Manual." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I just wanted to check on yoOOOH WHY ARE YOU UNDRESSED-!\"\n\nCuo covers her eyes before realizing that Sirdan still had his underwear on, fortunately.\n\n\"Oh, uh, sorry about that.\"\n\nShe entered the room, and gave a look around. In it was a Siuian Tactical Manual?\n\n\"It's about the mission, right?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Huh?\" Iran was dressed up like a dad at home that stopped giving a shit. That is, a single linen shirt and boxers. \n\n\"Well I'm in my room what did you expect? It gets hot here.\"\n\nIran nodded, \"It is. I'm not feeling well, and I'm re-reading my tactical manuals in hope of gaining inspiration... To be honest, I'm just trying to feel like I'm doing something. And you?\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Ingvar's hands and sword glows red as he casts an empowered strike. He waits for the beast to get closer as it leaps to him and he sticks out his sword to stab it, putting his weight into it so he can try to impale the creature on his blade and end the fight in one stroke." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He curls his wrist inwards as he brings his fist up to his chest waiting for the perfect timing as the beast flies through the air. Just went it's 3/4ths of the way to him, he thrusts at an angle upwards into the chest of the ghoul. The blade cuts into the pale white flesh and the force from the creature and gravity make it all the easier. A sickening crack can be heard as the ribs break under the force sending shards of bone into the creatures lungs and heart, mortally wounding it. However since the beast is still... Moving through the air that means the body of It's soon-to-be lifeless corpse collides into Invar sending him sprawling to the ground with a bleeding and now mostly dead corpse of some hideous fiend onto of him. Save for a few bruises from the collision he seems to have been unscathed by the encounter. Though his armor is probably going to smell like shit for some time... Also, thankfully for him the ghoul isn't too heavy so it's not like he's pinned." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ingvar lifts the corpse off of him with a grunt. He's had worse than this. He promptly grabs his sword and stabs the throat to ensure it's dead. With that out of the way, he starts to search around the corpses. Or, what's left of them, to see if they have any money or valuables he can salvage and sell." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He finds two rusted short swords made of iron - not the best, but they might fetch a pretty penny to a desperate enough garrison. The armor is in complete taters - he'd be better off using them as compost then as something to sell. Besides that it doesn't appear like there's much of any valuables. However, out of the corner of his eye he notices the light flickering from his torch bouncing off something shiny. A pile of refuse and gore mixed in with likely the unfortunate goods of past victims... One would have to be truly desperate for coin to delve into such a refuse for profit." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hm, yes... Food would be good...\"\nShe sighed, nodding at his proposal and reigning in her own horse's speed. The journey had been long, but not joyless - Terrel had a certain charm about him, despite his curtness. Her eyes would be drawn to the looming sea, a guilty sense of relief washing over her as the azure tide drew close to the sands.\n\"It doesn't matter how far I go, hm...?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Good, let's go see if we can drop our horses off at a stall somewhere. I think some walking will be more enjoyable after that trip.\"He'd say, soon dismounting once they were well in the city walls. The Elf would grab at his horse's lead, soon turning towards Kerala at her sudden question. He'd follow her gaze out towards the distant ocean.\"The sea?\"He'd ask, digging through his horse's saddlebags to a make sure he had taken out everything he needed.\"We're still close to the coastlands. Head far west enough and they'll be completely gone from view.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Maybe by then I'd have gotten over this.\"\nHer reply was simple, wanting not to dwell on her odd complex around the sea too long - finding it childish to be afflicted with it at all. Her horse bowed its head low as she dismounted, tired out from the unfamiliar heat. She stroked its snout, cooing assuredly as her ears flicked from a similar drain.\n\"We'll find a trough for the pair of you soon, don't worry~\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd give a light tilt of his head, never really understanding the affinity towards the sea personally. With her dismounting, the Elf would incline his head in the direction of one of the paths that seemed to fork off the main road.\"We can try looking this way.\"He'd say before turning around and heading off, his horse being tugged along in the process.\"Reckon they get many horses around here with all this desert?\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"Heh. I was joking about that. I know you can read and write.\" Sirdan said, nodding to himself as he read the book, trying to pick out the writing styles and what kind of language it is. \n\n\"Shame, I will- Hey!\" Sirdan turned around, giving Cuo a deathly stare as he is tickled,\"Don't make me retaliae!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The writing style would be old Run ran, perhaps 200 years ago or so. Though it was still able to be clearly read for anyone who was literate in Run ran.\n\n\"Eek! Ok-!\"\n\nThe invisible hands immediately back off, and CUO decides to sit cross legged on the ground as Garuda watches Iran reading the chapter. She seemed to be looking at him curiously, but at the same time, not looking at him. Indeed, she was looking through Garuda's eyes to see what he was reading.\n\n\"So you're on the Germany chapter?\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Following behind at a slowed pace, her gaze would wander to those that walked beside and away. Dezabians, dressed in loose and flowing cloth to capture every gust of wind in the arid noon sun. The Keguntan summers had been hot, but nothing compared to this. She had half a mind to remove her armour entirely, but the soldier in her forbade it.\n\"War camels... I can't imagine one of those things charging a line of pikes...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They probably can't.\"He'd say, gradually slowing to a stop in them nearing the stables.\"But it would be hilarious to watch them try.\"He'd say, looking at Kerala with a face full of amusement or at the very least what could be shown as amusement from what was visible of his face. Gesturing to the stable, he'd say:\"Let's get the two situated before the traveling gets the better of us.\"With that said, he would lead Carl towards the stables, soon heading inside and talking with the person that worked there before finding a nice place to leave his horse for a while." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The okamimi hummed in agreement, she lowered herself from the saddle and wheeled her steed around towards the stable, waiting for Terrel to finish up their horses' occupation for today.\n\"Don't overheat here, alright? If they give you water, just drink it...\"\nShe admonished her horse quietly, recalling the few times she had found the beast refusing to eat or drink in certain regions. If she'd ever suspected he had a higher mind, it was those displays of aloofness that convinced her further." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Terrell would give his horse a light stroke along his snout.\"Will be back to check on you tomorrow bud.\"He'd say. Walking away from the horse, he'd glance over to Kerala.\"Shall we find a place to escape the heat, madam~?\"The Elf would say the last word as more of a joke, holding out a hand to her in reference to them pretending to have roles of some kind of royal." }, { "from": "human", "value": "While unable to mask her smirk, she played along readily, returning a curtsy and taking his hand\n\"You honour me, good sir. Lead the way~\"\nThe airs she put on were only partially fictional - most Keguntan citizens considered themselves more noble than the peasants of other nations, at the very least, and their manner of speech reflected this well. Those in the Condottieri simply dropped it during their excursions: flowery speech was wasteful on the battlefield." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Terrell would lead her away from the stables, being met by warm sunlight once more in heading back along the main roads that crossed every which way. While Kerala only putting on a partial facade, Terrell didn't share the mannerisms of those in Gunman. Growing up in the steppes, he did find himself learning some lessons about chivalry at the very least, though none that would come close to making him act any higher up than what he was. A Richard. Most lessons seemed to fade in time, the Elf acting however he preferred at the moment, but he didn't see Kerala as the kind of company to mind the small joke that passed between them. After some time of navigating, he'd eventually catch sight of a tavern off in the distance. It wasn't some grand restaurant, but the Elf would prefer anything that kept them out of the heat.\"This'll do.\"He'd say aloud, giving assurance to them finally getting some rest from having to walk about so much." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That it will. You've been in Dezabia before?\"\nHer mask would drop as they walked through the old doorway, the sandstone's weight having warped the dark wood over the years. The interior was far less warm, the air shallower as candles dried the air. The heat had drained most peoples' energy, so few rowdy drunks could be noticed as they winded past, Ikehara examining the odd patron." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Terrell would let out a tired sigh, finally out of the beaming heat in them entering the tavern. He'd briefly scan the building for a bit, listening to her as she'd ask him if he's been here.\"Only once before.\"He'd say to her.\"It was much easier to travel through here than the mountains to get to Iranian after all.\"The Elf would gently pull her along to one of the seats that remained open still for them to sit at before eventually letting go of her hand.\"You can imagine that I don't come around too often with this heat though.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's rock, and that's mana. Are you able to read Runran?\"\n\nCuo spoke from her cross legged position, spinning a small rock above her palm (thought it was clear she was being Force magic).\n\n\"I don't know Geomancy myself... Oh! Maybe we could learn together?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Somewhat. Run ran is difficult, especially if it is Run ran from two hundred years ago. The strokes aren't written like it was from the materials I got from HU Lang. And the grammar is ever so slightly different. Besides, there are a lot of difficult words here... Like what is this!?\" \n\nIran pointed at an obscure character that probably meant MANA. \n\n\"Yes! We can learn Germany together. Then we can raise a lot of rune stones of our mutual adventure!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hu Lang...\"\n\nCuo translated the words from Runran to Silnarian, and was utterly baffled. Was that really her name?\n\n\"...Did Hu Lang ever tell you what his name meant? That just means 'Tiger Wolf'.\"\n\nG-\"That's close. That character in front means 'flow'. So it can be interpreted as the 'flow of mana'.\"\n\nCuo sat up excitedly at the prospect of learning Geomancy with Sirdan.\n\n\"Whoo! Now we can throw rocks at people!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"His? Her brother? Did she introduce her to me using her last name? Family name? Common.\" \n\nHe laughed,\"That's like calling you CUO.\"\n\nIran then entered loading state for 2 seconds as he realized that's exactly what he has called her all along,\"What's your given name anyway?\" \n\nIran would start lifting rocks and throwing them at the training targets,\"Well, let's go, we got all day to spend. Let's throw a lot of rock until we can drop a five hundred pounds boulders on top of everyone who dare to fight us... Just like the stone shot that Delmar shot at me.\" \n\n\"... Thinking about it hurts.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Juna would come to a stop, watching her Jackal walk off for a bit to his own business while her Airstrider would stride onwards to finally get a good run in. While the plants mostly obscured them from her view, the Canifor had a good idea of where they were from the noises they made. The land would have seemed a lot quieter if not for the sound of Seagulls flying about, a sound Juna had gotten quite used to. She'd glance around the forest, eyes squinting against the streams of light that managed to penetrate their way through only to be counteracted by a shadow that loomed across the edge of her vision.\n\nJuna would turn her head, noticing the tiny dark bodies of the flying rats, moving as one to take over the treeline she had recently crossed. Crows? Out here? She had always envisioned this place to be something a lot more beautiful than the one she left, perhaps with grace and richness that she couldn't even begin to understand. But crows? They were as filthy and bad of an omen as seeing a vulture circling in the sky. This couldn't be natural. Though it seemed that ever since her near arrival, the spirits had been quite vocal with such. She hoped this wasn't a mistake.\n\nAmong the darkness of the crows, however, something seemed to stand out to her. A figure of nearly pure white, dangerously close to the Canifor without her own animals picking up on it. She'd hold her staff more protectively across her, daring to speak to this thing in hopes that it was hardly more than a figment of her imagination.\"...Who are you...?\"She sounded more hesitant, much like a person carefully picking around a terrain of broken glass in hopes that her words wouldn't spite nor scare away the individual she hoped wasn't actually there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The figure skulked further behind their broken cover as swiftly the hunter took notice, wary yet unwilling to flee.\nThat look they bore... It was something almost unbecoming of a hunter - no, it spoke of something more. Deeper than hunter and prey, it was a look of guarded, feeble-minded fear; prone to spreading, taking root, and bursting aflame - often via a hail of rocks and an angry chorus if memory served. Perhaps this one was a child, and the creatures further ahead held domain over the hunt. Regardless, it was better not to reply, for a being with such a look only punished those who spoke out of line, and so, after drinking in the child's visage in the tense silence that followed, the white figure ran.\n\nBut they didn't run far. Peeking out from further out the tree line, they could still see and be seen a decent distance away. It was only good practice after all. So long as they didn't become the hunted, all one needed to do was wait. \n\nThe shadows in the trees swayed in the wind, a wave of black shifting with the shimmer of feathers, broken only by the occasional flutter and squawk of a meat squabble." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Juna would grow still as the figure suddenly ran off while still remaining in partial view of the Canifor. Was she afraid of her? Juna thought it to herself, wondering if any shy spirits existed if she even was one. Or perhaps she was a wisp with her opposing colors. The Canifor would take a couple of cautious steps forward, wary of the other animals in the area that seemed like an added audience between the two of them whereas Juna's two companions remained absent from it. She wondered if they were even aware of what was happening or was this merely an illusion like what the book she read spoke of.\n\n\"I'm... Sorry-\"Juna would say, knowing full well she didn't have any ownership of this land unlike what she claimed to have back in Salvania. She could just as well be a trespasser if she wasn't careful.\"I'm not here to cause any harm. I'm... New here-\"The Canifor would say more passively. \n\nIt would be bad to make enemies in this new location, so for now, she could simply try befriending the wisp, spirit, bird person while her animals finished their business.\"I just was looking to explore this place a bit... You don't have to hide...\"She'd continue asking if coaxing the woman out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A generous predator? How rare! How precious! Although it could have easily been a scheme to lure in easy prey, but the figure happily trots over, white hair fluttering with their every move. This one was but a child after all, and hardly lacked the skill to feed themselves, unless perhaps, their expertise allowed them a little snack whenever they so pleased. Only time would tell.\n\nStopping a few paces away, the monotone mass of swirling white took shape. Eager eyes and a petite smile shone past the parted curtain, doubtless and unafraid.\n\"Are you lost?\" The girl asked. \"Do you want to play? We can explore together!\" She was at once so unabashedly excited to meet the other that it was hard to imagine she had been so shy before." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Juna would watch as she'd make her way over, gently lowering her staff so as not to come off as so threatening. There was a part of her that itched to have it ready just in case, but she knew better than to be on the defensive so much. She'd simply have to learn to relax for now. With the bird woman coming more in view, Juna found herself studying her. She seemed a lot more real to be a spirit. A lot more opaque anyways.\n\nJuna's head would tilt to the side a bit as the Crow lady would ask if she was lost or wanted to play.\"No I... Just got here actually... I know where the others are... I just... Figured I'd take my time to stretch out my legs for a short while...\"She'd say more hesitantly, finding this person's playful behavior quite strange. Was this the way people in Runra typically were?\"Are you... From here...?\"She'd ask, occasionally eyeing the crows that flew about." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One fluttered down and landed atop the pronged shapes atop the girl's head. Snapping up the last of a glistening red morsel, it watched the hunter with one beady, black eye, warier than it's a childish companion. \n\"We can race then!\" The girl quips, apparently unaware of the Corvus. Her energy seemed to grow with every word, further eclipsing her previously reclusive nature. \"From here? No, I just came from over there silly! You watched me!\" She points towards the trees she had hid behind earlier, as if the other had forgotten the events of moments prior. It seemed she was quite young indeed! Proficient enough to be left alone at least, not that any of it made them lesser as company. Perhaps they could hunt together. Both were bound to learn something from each other's techniques with such different tutors. Twas an excellent way to avoid being hunted in the future!" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well. I don't know Runran very well either.\" \n\nHe shook his head as Cuo's lack of confidence,\"...I'm waging a guess you're much younger than I am. I've been working those magic muscles for perhaps, a decade or two longer than you. Fighting all my life. It is not appropriate to compare you and I's level.\" \n\n\"If you keep working on yourself and tag along with someone unlikely to get you killed - that's not me, by the way. I'm sure you will learn Geomancy like me in no time. A lot of this is about building up, exercising the magical circuits inside your body - how much latent abilities you have inside you, you know?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"... I guess? I'm... Furthermore, I actually don't know how old I am. How old am I, Garuda?\"\n\nG-\"Hell if I know. All I know is you found my book in the forest.\"\n\nCUO looked dissatisfied as she pitched a rock into the sky.\n\n\"I've been training magic since I was a child. I've always been bad at it. It's thanks to Garuda that I've been able to progress to where I am now. I basically have no latent ability; magic or physical.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "She would order something similar, opting for the dark meat instead of cheese.\n\"No meat in a meal makes me sick to think about, I'll be honest...\"\nIkehara confessed with a sigh, rubbing her temples as the heat waxed and waned." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Can't say it's the first I've heard something like that.\"He'd say more casually, relaxing back in his seat.\"But you can probably guess I've met a lot of meat eaters during travels.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You don't eat meat? Kemonomimis can't live without it, simply due to their biology. One of the old scholars explained it in detail to me once, but I'd fallen asleep halfway through it...\"\nShe chuckled, scratching her cheek with a sharp finger - accidentally drawing a dew of blood.\n\"By the Gods alive, Ow...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's not a favorite of mines.\"He'd say in response.\"Most find it hard to believe, but it's all just a preference anyway. I'm sure you weren't missing much in lessons. I paid attention all through magic school and hadn't learned a thing.\"He'd let out a half-hearted laugh, his gaze soon shifting over to her as she'd accidentally claw herself.\"Cut yourself?\"He'd ask more casually." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah... Never got used to these, especially after learning this thing.\"\nShe replied with a mild exasperation, gesturing to her wolven fingernails - their sheen like ivory in the low light - then patting her crossbow.\n\"I remember you mentioning magic school. You were an apprentice, then?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd tilt his head a bit in curiosity.\"Can you sheathe them?\"He'd ask, figuring there were at least some out there with the ability to. The Sinai of course wasn't sure if that applied to every person with animal ears, but it was worth asking anyway. Terrell would take a moment to think over her question, soon saying:\"Yeah for a while, but swordsmanship happened to come much easier to me.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "The fresh winds that blew in from the Bagega Desert into the Dezabian city warmed the hearts of some, burnt the skins of others. The market of the town was rather full this time of day, as it was just before the sun reached its peak, when noon struck few wanted to be outdoors without some sort of cover unless they had to, as the sun beat down harshly on those that did stay out. Even now, to protect herself, a young kitsune woman kept herself covered with a light cloth cowl and cloak. This young woman was Zara, a regular around this part of town this time of day. It was warm with the sun rising, but the light breeze kept it bearable for the young woman to be out in. Even now, years after living here, the intense heat still bothered her greatly to no end, it made her almost miss the freezing winters back north. But this was where she was now, and she had adapted to survive it, and although it was from perfect, she was content with her way of living. \n\nAlong with her light grey cowl and cloak, Zara had on nice white modified silk robes that covered everywhere with a nice design, leaving only her thighs revealed because of her linen shorts underneath and her knee high socks. Along with those she had on a matching pair of leather boots, and looking at her underneath the cloak and cowl, it was hard to tell where her skin began and clothes began to some degree as she was nearly as white as her own attire. She had developed her mother's skin, being whiter than the snow on the ground in winter, she also did not tan too well, so staying out bare in the sun was never an option for her, leading her to stick out like a sore thumb when her cloak was off compared to many of the others in the area, at least she was a Kitsune though, which were common in the theocratic country. The last thing of note was her tail and ears, which for convenience's sake were both hidden away with magic, leaving her to look almost identical to any other human. Although most figured because of the mass amount of Oriates, those that looked like humans were likely some oriate in disguise. \n\nAs Zara walked through the busy shopping street she eventually came out to a wide public square with a fountain in the center and a few benches scattered about. Although Dezabia was positioned near 2 deserts, it also had a large river running through the center of the country, along with a large agricultural presence, making the nation rather wealthy for its geography. As Zara finished admiring the scenery she went to have a seat on one of the benches that was under a tree, giving some shade. She chose to sit on the right side of the bench, mainly so that she had room for her rapier that she had strapped to her waist. Along with her magic, that rapier was her main way of deterring would-be attackers. Finally resting for a moment she took off her cowl, folding it down and revealing her full head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Through the scorching desert sands, a man roamed with his trusting steed sauntering just behind him attached to a lead to keep them connected. With the country opening up just in front of them to bring relief to the uneven surface, the two would make their way to the entrance. Unlike most in this land, the man wasn't that of an ornate or anything of the sort really. From the pointed ears alone, one could guess he was a sort of Elf, but which kind would be a harder feat.\n\nHe traveled in much warmer clothing as the heat itself didn't affect him as much as others. A red cloak extended back from the long sleeved shirt he wore, ending just above where his pants met his boots while strapped to his side was a sheathed that seemed to be made to hold a short sword, just opposite of that being where he kept his crossbow. Upon his hands were leather gloves, made specifically for horse riding. It was an odd fashion choice for some moving through the desert which was made obvious at the humidity-generated sweat producing from him. However, he didn't seem to pay no mind to it. At the very least one could assume he was an outsider, but if not for his clothing to make it clear enough, one could assume from the mask he wore across his face.\n\nUpon it sat what looked to be the head of a pig. The lack of tusks on it was a slight detail to help differentiate it from that of a boar. Where the short pink furs stuck to it seemed to sprout up from the mask, it made it difficult to tell where the mask ended and his hair began. That is, if not for the transition of short furs to long hair. Fortunately enough as the mask came to an end atop his head, it would be met with long flowing locks of pink hair, a unique color that only certain Elves were known to have naturally. The Mask covered most of his face, except for the area around his mouth where he usually carried a neutral if not smug look and from the eye sockets where one could assume he saw through was nothing but a blank white coloring of where the pig's eyes should have been.\n\nAround the man's neck rested a Furrow which to some could have been seen as an odd companion choice as Furrows were known to be nothing but pests, vermin even to the more farm-like countryside. But sure enough, the animal sat there rather lax as the man made his way towards the center of the town where a fountain sat beautifully against the more deserted lands. It was an impressive sight to see after his long travel from the North." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sure! I'd offer you some of this fillet, but you're not a fan, eh?\"\nShe chuckled soflty, picking up a clean fork and cutting off a small corner of the cheese. Her cheeks flushed as she ate it, letting out a quiet whine as the taste overwhelmed her slightly.\n\"Ok, yeah... Not normal cheese...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I think I'll pass.\"He'd say with a chuckle. The Elf would silently watch her eat a piece of the cheese while he'd finish up his plate of rice.\"Don't like it?\"Terrell would ask her after seeing her initial reaction to it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This isn't a matter of liking it or not, I'm afraid... The taste is too different to say...\"\nShe'd growl quietly, swallowing quickly as a shiver ran through her bones. Unless the cheese most commonly available across the continent was exceedingly mild, this Dezabian flavour was too rich for her pallete." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He decided to take it as a no with the way she reacted to it. Now with his rice finished, he'd cut a piece of the cheese to take a bite himself. Terrell didn't seem to react as much considering it not being his first time here.\"Not too bad.\"He'd say, continuing to eat away at it.\"I guess you can get used to it given enough time.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"Maybe so...\"\nShe mumbled back, returning to her own meal as she finished it off, setting down her cutlery and staring off into the distance. Thoughts of her meals with her old mentors, flashes of a final meal with her parents... Her expression darkened as these forlorn thoughts resurfaced." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Terrell would allow the silence to ensue between them while he'd finish his cheese and bread, the water being long history. Watching her, the Elf could tell there was something making her noticeably upset, though he doubted it was just the cheese getting to her. He'd put some money down on the table, soon standing up and placing a hand on her shoulder to get her attention.\"We should go. I'm sure there are some places we can still visit while the day's still young.\"He'd say." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah... If you're done.\"\nShe hummed back, returning to her senses slowly and flashing a small, wry smile. The okamimi rose from her seat, setting down her own pay and thanking a passing waiter.\n\"What'd you have in mind? Nowhere too far, in this heat, I hope?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We can probably stop by the riverside instead since the day is getting pretty hot.\"He'd suggest, heading over towards the door.\"At least as a place to cool off since this city managed to find some water in the entirety of this desert.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Aqueducts, I assume, from an oasis or reservoir... Water is gold in these sorts of regions, even more so than on the coast.\"\nShe agreed readily, feeling a little dehydrated from the salt in the fish. Following behind, Ikehara gave a double-check of her crossbow before heading back outside again - bracing for the wall of heat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd open the door up, waiting for her to head out first.\"I can imagine why.\"He'd say with a chuckle as he would get a face full of heat. Somehow, the time in the tavern just didn't feel long enough for the heat they'd have to endure walking outside again.\"Might be able to find it somewhere near the outskirts of the city.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"You should be alright now Sir, You should find something cold to place over your eye though. It might feel a little tender, some minor bruising as well.\"\n\nManon said as she rushed to aid a male who just took a punch to his face. The healer witnessed what had happened as she excited the local clinic here in the desert. The west had cooler climates so ocassionally she brought medical plants that only grew in the wetlands to this scorching city. She witnessed this gentlemen bump into a girl with fiery hair. Manon didn't know much about combat but the punch was enough to knock the man down. By the time the healer had arrived, the man was waking up once more. After a quick inspection it seemed as if he wouldn't have a concussion and the eye seemed functional. Between the option of staying to heal or to confront the young lady, she had picked the latter. \n\nShe began searching for the female through the crowds of Rakmurse in search of the assailant. It wasn't long before she spotted the red-orange hair in the distance. Using whatever energy she had remaining she began jogging to the woman, sweat covering her face as she was not accustomed to the hot weather, let alone all the sunlight. Upon reaching the woman Manon extended her hand forward and grabbed onto the female's wrist. Manon planned to confront her in the open. Now she was keeling over, almost dragging them both down in the process. \n\n\"Ma'am.. You can't hit people like that.\" Gasping for air while she spoke, She needed to find an alleyway or some place darker or else fatigue would find her in the open." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As Scarlett walked her normal walk she didn't have very much on her mind, just like always she was walking to some nondescript location, although she seemed to have lost the time as she was already in the big city she was waking to for quite some while... But now that she was here she didn't know exactly what to do... She came to look for outcasts who may want to join her group... Yeah, that's what she was there for-\" \n\nHer thinking would be interrupted by a rude man shoving past her almost knocking her over as she looked at him and quickly decked him in the face before giving him an earful and continuing on walking like nothing happened as she went back into deep thought before oh so rudely being interrupted again as she felt something clench her wrist as she slowly turned around to look at what grabbed her and began to listen... If Cannon paid close attention she could see the fire Macon practically puffing smoke out her nostrils\n\nShe'd simply raise her other fist looking down at her* \"Says who?! That man clearly ran into me! All I'm trying to do is walk and people keep bumping me! Now I got people trying to drag me?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm sure it was a misunderstanding. You shouldn't be so quick to hurt another person.\" \n\nManon had heard rumors of people getting attacked by an unarmed individual, maybe this person was responsible for all the reported injuries so far. As much as the healer would've loved to release the Macen, she was entirely relying on the Macen for support. She knew that each Vampire had their own weakness when it came to sunlight. Some people grew hungry quicker, others were more agitated and prone to attack. For Manon she had three drawbacks. The first one, direct or reflected sunlight blinded her for much longer. The second, her skin was very photosensitive, even now the back of her neck was a deep shade of pink. Thankfully being a healer helped with this weakness, even the worst of burns cleared up in a day or two. The final weakness, and the reason why Manon stayed clear of the sun entirely. Fatigue, Prolonged exposure drained the physical energy from her body. Her muscles screamed, as she spent nearly two hours in the sun already. \n\nHer hand reached up and grabbed the Macen by the shoulder as she forced herself to stand once more.\n\n\"I apologize, I've been out in the sun for so long. I'm not built for this weather. If you hurt others than others might hurt you.\" \n\nMaybe if she wasn't so exhausted she could've worded her concern better, but it probably came off as a threat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She blinked a few times... Did she really have to do this right here and now... \"Well if you give somebody an inch most likely they'll take a mile... So if someone bumps into me and I apologize... They walk away scratch free, and you don't know what they'll do next, he deserved it!\" She'd cock her Head \"Oi oi oi lady, are you alright? I haven't even hit you yet, and you look like a melting thing of ice...\"\n\nAs the lady grabbed her shoulder to fully stand up her eyebrow raised \"Then why the hell are you living in the desert?\" Her eye twitched \"Really now? Like I said... Give somebody an inch by trying to listen to them... They take a mile and then threaten me... I Won't let ya!\" She said angrily as she went to push her off" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm.. Fine.\" Manon lied, The longest she ever lasted in the sun was roughly 5 hours. Here in the desert it was a different story, she was only approaching three hours and it was taking its toll on her body. \n\n\"I'm sure it was an accident, Ma'am. I saw the whole thing. He wasn't even looking forward, something caught his eye. Before he could apologize you hit him really hard. He'll be fine I inspec-\" \n\nShe was cut off from the females sudden outburst, Manon had no idea what she did that might've upset the Macen. Before she could clear up and confusions or even voice an apology she was falling. A quick and sudden push on top of the fatigue she felt was enough to send her to the ground. She didn't even have time to land on her bottom as she laid on her back under the scorching sun. Manon was panting for so much air that fangs could be seen on the top row of her teeth. If the Macen didn't know she was a vampire, she probably would know by now. \n\nShe waited a few seconds before slowly rolling onto her stomach. From there she made it onto hall fours and then back onto her feet. \n\n\"I must have tripped. I don't live here, I just came to drop off plants that aren't found in the desert climate. Medical plants.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She lunged towards the woman on the floor fist closed ready to make the doctor her own patient before seeing the distinct sharp teeth of a vampire as she moved her hand and slammed her fist right into the sand next to the doctors face as she stood back up looking at her \"That makes much more sense... You are a vampire, that's why you look like a soggy noodle that got hit with a fire infused Warhammer\" She'd grab the vampire by the collar and dragged her to a shady Area away from the beating sun \n\n\"Ah you don't live here? That makes a bit more sense\" She'd sigh before stretching and letting out a yawn her teeth being able to be seen as well \"Well, take a second to compose yourself, so I can beat you with a clean conscious... And hey maybe if you aren't blacked out I could give you the honor of my vampire friend!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She could say being dragged across the hot sand was not pleasurable at all. If she had to assume what being pulled across embers felt like, it would probably feel exactly like this. At least she was in the shade now, though now the extent of the sun's damage would easier to see for the Macen. Not only did the back of her neck have sun burning, her arms and ankles did too. In fact the face was the only part of her that didn't burn from the sun's glare. It took Manon a lot of effort just get into a sitting position as she up at the Macen.\n\n\"I see, you're one of the blessed ones. At least you can be out in the sun it seems. I didn't come looking to fight you ma'am. It just hurts to see people get hurt is all.\" \n\nShe always wondered if she would be accepted by another vampire. She always wondered if her compassion would isolate her even further. The non-vampire folk were afraid of what she could do, so what did the vampires of the world think of her?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She'd frill around her bright red curly hair \"I never really was into trying to figure it out, I just equate it to me being born of fire my body is more resistant to the sun, although I do still get quite hungry as I walk and walk... And walk, so I go on massive feeding sprees every so often... But that's beside the point!\" She'd point at her with a laugh \"Correct! You didn't come to fight me, I came to fight you! Wait... That doesn't make sense... Regardless now you will!\" She'd think for a second\" Be hurt being hurt watching people be hurt! Perfectly done me! Thank you me!\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"So many Oriates... I thought I'd feel more out of place here, but no...\"\nShe cooed, glancing at passers-by curiously. As far as she had known so far, there were few developed Kemonomimi settlements outside of Keguntan, yet here was an entire nation..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Surprised you haven't come here before. I didn't know there were any other places to find this many Opiates.\"He'd say, following one of the paths that headed to the northern part of the city. From there, the large bay could be seen just beyond where the land could reach.\"Could probably rest here for a while.\"He'd say, tilting his head towards the few benches sitting along the path.\"Until it cools down for a bit.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Good idea... Best not to wander too far in this heat.\"\nIkehara agreed, her ears flicking lazily as she staved off the overbearing warmth. Leaning into the surprisingly cool wood and metal, she sighed gently; closing an eye at Terrel as she gestured to the space beside her. Her hands settled in her lap, eyes wandering across the cityscape in mild wonder." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Terrell would take a seat next to her, leaning back against the bench while absorbing the warmth that filtered through the heavy armor he wore. He'd close his eyes for the time being while moving his arm to rest atop the head of the bench.\"Next time I decide to travel all the way out here, I'm going to wait until Winter hits...\"He'd say, letting out a light chuckle in feeling too hot to commit to anything more than that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Apparently it rains a lot round these parts in winter. I remember catching the aft end of the season someplace else.\"\nShe recalled, her voice a soft hum as she glanced over to the elf, half-wishing she'd learnt some basic water magic before the trip. Her mind began to wander, a few thoughts stirring despite the heat slowing them to a crawl.\n\"...Hey, Terrel? What'd you wanna do with yourself? I've heard what you've done, but not your ambitions. You seem to have Something In mind...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'd say it's definitely worth it then.\"He'd say, opening his eyes to gaze over towards her. The Elf would ponder over her question for a bit, eventually turning away to look back out towards the bay.\"Y'know, originally I started traveling to become the best swordsman I could be.\"He'd say. Thinking back to it, the original goal seemed ridiculous, though not the most far-fetched in seeing where he was now.\"Nothing better than going against the typical stereotype of Signals for the sake of not having to depend on magic.\"The Elf would fall silent for a bit, soaking in the sun's rays before he'd soon continue.\"But as far as I what I want to with myself now. I want to make a name for myself and see how far I've come whether it ends up for better or for worst.\"A grin would appear on his face.\"Never know what'll happen out here, but there's still plenty of time to leave my mark. Whatever that may be. What about you?\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "It took Terrel a short moment to process what she meant by that, soon breaking out in his own chuckle. She got him there at least. No quip, no side comment, simply genuine laughter from him. He'd smile more warmly at her, the look only temporary as he'd turn away to face the bay again.\"Know where you plan to travel to next from here?\"The Silnari would ask her after the initial humor had faded. Perhaps it would have been better off to not have asked. Wherever she planned on heading off next, the Silnari doubted he'd see her again after. Warfare and ploys ravaged half the countryside nowadays and by his own luck, that would be just enough for him to lose another ally. Surely it wasn't all bad though, he doubted she'd care much for the kind of shady work he's done that often resulted in the falling apart of companions. Perhaps it was bound to end the same either way." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hm... Not sure, maybe somewhere a little cooler. You haven't finished your errands, have you?\"\nShe asked, tilting her head and flopping her ears to one side. So far, they've had something to eat and relaxed under shade; there was much more to do before departing." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"Of course... How else was I suppose to prevent them from escaping... In retrospect tieing there arms may have also worked...\"\n\nHer face flustered as she looked away \"Y-you have no right to ask that question! That's a very serious subject! B-but no... Closest thing I had to even a healthy relationship was the pit master... But that does seem like a good idea... But look at me, even in this state I don't think anyone could love me... Even in this state much less my nornal self...\"\n\nShe'd begin walking to the save making sure to stay in the shadows as much as possible as they left the city walking out into the desert a abnormal bump in the earth just a little bit up ahead\n\n\"It's very cool inside... It goes quite deep into the earth a much better place then the sun... It's where I call home\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm sure you attacking everyone has nothing to do with your lack of love life, Miss Scarlett.\" \n\nThe moment she stepped back into the sunlight she could just feel the energy leaving her body. Chances were that she would need to sleep in this cave, the other alternative was unthinkable. The first time she ever stood out in the sun too long was the last time as well. She thought she could've just powered through until she made it back into the comfort of the forest. The sunlight stole every bit of energy she had left that day. It was middle of the afternoon when she collapses onto the ground outside the city walls. She didn't wake up until it was night. She thought she would never heal from those burns. The important thing she leaned that day was, if she fatigued in sunlight, she would not wake up until nightfall. If there was ever a place that had sunlight 24 hours around, she would never go there in fear of being lost to time. \n\n\"I think if you made some attempt you could find yourself a nice mate. I can't promise that they'd be willing to let you feed off them. What is a pit master by the way?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That has everything to do with it... Most guys who hit on me... Well get hit and most girls just don't like me\"\n\nShe lifted the flap as she entered into the cave taking a deep breath as she entered into her small living quarters, a small rug for a bed, a burnt-out campfire, and most importantly two tied up men in the corner with... You guessed it no arms\n\n\"I wish... I just don't think my personality is appealing until I'm practically starving myself... But I wouldn't expect them to, it's a weird thing... Oh back when I was a kid and pitt fighting, he was the man that set me up for fights!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Manon pushed past Scarlett when she saw the two bound armless men. This seemed like a fate worse than death. Even their eyes lost their flame of passion as they waited for death to come. She dropped onto her knees in front of one, her hands reaching forward to cup his cheek.\n\n\"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry.\" \n\nShe began chanting, crying as she sent a purple light into the amputated arm. Maybe she could bring it back, she knew it was possible, but she had no clue on how to do it. Tears began rolling down her cheeks as sent forth all her magic into this man with no signs of progress. Eventually the light died out as she burnt through her entire magic reserve trying to regrow a limb. She felt as hollow as he looked. \n\n\"How could you do this?!\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"Makes sense. Mind if I join you? Sounds more fun than lazing about here for no good reason.\"\nIkehara asked tentatively, unsure of whether she'd be pushing her luck. Of course, they'd enjoyed their time together, but Terrel didn't necessarily want her along for his work as well..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There would be a moment's pause in his answer, the Sinai lost in thought for a while from being asked the question. It wasn't so much that he didn't want her tagging along than the thought of the complications that typically came in bringing others to his jobs. Some falling apart from morals, others making the task harder. He never really knew if it were the jobs itself that caused it or deeper feelings of those around him being deterred by it, though there was some part of him that would find it disappointing if the same happened to her. Terrell supposed that was the norm though whether they joined him or not. All companions eventually split up eventually, this was hardly different. He'd allow a light smirk to appear on his face, making himself more teasing.\"Sure, if you think you're up for it. They're not always an easy task after all.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Mercenary jobs never are. But I was in a mercenary army - I've had my fair share of tough jobs.\"\nHer expression turned stony for a moment, the light behind her eyes dimming as memories flashed past them - unpleasant ones, to say the least. It soon subsided however, Ikehara grinning at him and nodding." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Terrell would tilt his head to the side a bit, silently observing her change in expression. Something seemed to be on her mind, though the look passed just as easily, replaced with something slightly more enthusiastic.\"Consider it a deal then.\"He'd say, holding out a gloved hand to her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She'd take it firmly, winking at him as she responded with confidence.\n\"A deal indeed!~\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Terrell would shake her hand, eventually moving his own away to rest it back on his lap.\"Don't get a view like this just anywhere.\"He'd say, mainly addressing the sea out in front of them. The sun, though still beaming from above, now just barely sat out of reach of the horizon.\"I guess that's what makes traveling all the more worthwhile.\"That and a few other things of course, but he'd only decide to mention the scenery. He'd glance over to her, asking:\"Ready to go find an inn to rest at?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The sight of the sea from Keguntan is nice, but this has its own charm...\"\nIkehara took a small breath in, the air like soup as she relaxed once more. Rising to her feet with a lilt in her heels, offering a hand to Terrel.\n\"If you've found one of sufficient calibre, good sir~\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd look up at her for a while, a hidden expression behind the blank stare of the pig mask with only a smile to give it away. Terrell would grab her hand and rise up to his feet, taking opportunity to allow their arms to interlock as he found place at her side once more. A funny ruse, now seeming to become habit between them, though this was one of the few times he didn't mind it.\"Only the best for us, madam~.\"He'd say in return, escorting her onwards along the roadways." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Terrel's grip tightened and relaxed around the pole of the trident as he lazily watched the land in the distance grow closer in time. It had felt like they've been at sea for a while, though considering how far the islands were, it was surprising that they got here with such haste. Maybe the gates were even more useful than he originally thought. He relaxed an arm on the side of the railing, the docks now becoming visible they closer they got and, with that, the features of the Island. So this was Runra? He had to admit, it looked a lot more lush than Salvania's coast, but if what Kibaru said was true about it, he had yet to fully see for himself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Upon arriving at the coast, the men on board the ship, woke KIA in order to get his attention. Terrell would see Subaru for brief moments as Subaru walked up and down clearly discussing business from the snippets Terrell could hear. A shot while after, Subaru came up next to Terrell with a huge stretch \"Well I slept like a rock. I feel ten times better\" Subaru said seeming physically better than when they left the coasts" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Finally ready to go?\"He asked, turning to face the Kemonomimi. Part of him was unsure of where they were going to go exactly on this new island, though he assumed Kibaru had most of his own plans figured out at least." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yup. To the future we go. One second at a time, but first. Let's go get Pitch and Carl\" Subaru said as he stared out to the city of run with a smile" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sure.\"He said, eventually following Kibaru's gaze towards the city.\"Have any clue where we're going afterwards?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"To the future.\" Subaru said before leading the way to their steeds. After Pitch for back on solid land the energy seemed to suddenly reappear with how tired she seemed on the ship" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Terrel squinted his eyes against the bright rays of sunlight that streamed through the windows of an already hot tavern. He would have thought he'd be used to the warmth of the area by now, but between the armor and extra clothing, he couldn't wait to be in much cooler weather. The light was partially blinding, though he tried to pay no mind to it while he attempted to read the map set before him. It had been a bit of time since he had first arrived to the city with his new travel companion, though after the days passed, he had been starting to search for a route to the next country over. Salvania seemed like a nice place to head towards nowadays with only Hombaxia and Kadho being between them. Maybe they could follow the coastline with it being a much faster route. He figured Ikehara would prefer to stay near the sea anyways. These thoughts swirled through his mind for the time being, allowing himself to be distracted by the light tavern activity going on around him. It felt better to keep busy at any rate, even if it was simply planning for departure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The young Karimi sat opposite Terrell, close to him as she had the past few days - her sharp eyes watching the sight of the sea through the window. Having shed some layers at this point, now more lightly armored as they milled about between quests, she'd been acclimating to the heat very slowly. At some point she had decided to leave most of the planning to Terrell, partly due to her unfamiliarity with the region and partly due to his difficult disposition. They were definitely friendly, at this point, but breaking any further past his enigmatic exterior had been folly.\n\"We're heading out and away soon, hm?\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"I would say fairly decent. I can find my way to and from place, sometimes just longer than others. Just don't expect directions anytime soon... I kinda using instinct to travel instead of memory\" Kibaru said as he tried to keep his unarresting companion calm" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well when has that ever let us down before.\"He said casually which could have been sarcasm, but seeing how unbothered the Sinai was, he probably expected the Kemonomimi to not know this place much better than he did. Exploring was a simple part of their travels as always. This was hardly anything new." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"For now, I'll lead us to a place to eat\" Kibaru said as he put his mask on \"Little more difficult with he mask, but still manageable\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"In that case, I hope this place has some decent meals. The trip already took away most of the rations.\"He said in response." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm just in the mood for something warm right now\" Kibaru said in response as he lead the way. Following his nose the a street that had vendors selling food. Being some skewers for himself before buying a lemon for pitch" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Terrell followed after Subaru, tugging his horse along lightly as they made their way to the streets full of vendors and others of the sort. Terrell had to admit, Subaru's ability to sniff things out was impressive, albeit strange at times, but it did more good than harm anyway. Nothing seemed to catch his eyes from the vendors for the time being, leaving him to simply buy an apple to calm Carl's nerves while he continued to look.\"I wonder if they have a traditional tavern around here.\"He said aloud, partially for finding something else to eat, partially for considering where they were going to sleep once night fell." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Traditional...? What's the difference between traditional and normal?\" Kibaru did not understand what terrel meant by traditional. Was that somehow different than the taverns they've been to?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There isn't.\"He said bluntly.\"And most of the time they just mean the same thing. Unless there's a tavern that isn't like the ones we've seen before, I'd assume most taverns are traditional.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"For something to be traditional, you'd first need something new... Or modern.\" Kibaru said before making another stop to buy some dumplings" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Considering we just got here, I'd say it's pretty new.\"He commented.\"At least for me anyway.\"With how many kemomimis that walked about, it was a constant reminder to the Sinai how much more accustomed Subaru could be to this place." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I mean of the traditions and customs uses. The actual time was constructed is irrelevant\" Kibaru said with a shrug \"Ah well, not gona argue about taverns right now\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He let out a snort of suppressed amusement.\"I can wait at any rate. More concerned on making sure Carl will be comfortable before exploring too far into the rest of town.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So what, want to find a stable?\" Kibaru asked before turning around with his skewer in mouth as he has already finished the other four he had" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Preferably one with open space, yes.\"He said, figuring a stable wouldn't be the same as open land. It should still be enough for the steed for now though which would be enough to satisfy the Sinai while took his time exploring." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, I heard there was a ranch nearby. Though probably going have to walk an hour or two. Other than that, I also heard there was a stable not too far from her\" Kibaru said suddenly turning to his left" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You heard all that in the short time we were here?\"He asked before glancing towards the Kemonomimi's ears.\"Never mind.\"He quickly added.\"Let's see if we can find anything.\"The Sinai turned and began heading in the direction Subaru had pointed out there being a stable in, his horse moving in step beside him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kibaru's ear's twitched as Terrel looked at them \"A good merchant should always be keeping their ears open. Even now I'm hearing about a perfect fabric store that just opened\" Kibaru said with his tails wagging behind him while he bragged \"No news on the location of a tavern just yet\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do you just eavesdrop on everyone with those things?\"He asked Subaru casually. Terrell couldn't imagine what it would be like to hear so many things at once. Surely it would drive him crazy at some point." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well yeah. I am a merchant. Besides, if people really care that much, they'd talk where no one can just eavesdrop on them. Though I guess it's less of a matter of just always doing it. It's just right now that I'm actually paying attention to what they have to say. Other times I just ignore them\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Can't argue with that.\"Terrell eventually said.\"Maybe you can try listening out to see if this place has anything fun going on later. If not at a tavern, then somewhere I guess.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm trying. But people have such a dull sense of fun. Also not like I can choose what to hear. Just comes with the wind. But we should be close to a tavern... I hope anyway. But tell me. What would you constitute as fun anyway?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Terrell gave a light shrug of his shoulders.\"Festivals, tournaments, questionably illegal things sometimes.\"He said casually.\"If this place has anything to offer that we don't have back at the mainland, I'd like to see it. Maybe we can actually go see these plants and animals you've been talking about.\"Terrell couldn't see himself being disappointed if not, typically finding ways to entertain himself whenever he wasn't busy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If you want illegal, I don't think the main street's the place to find that... Or maybe we get lucky and spot a pick pocket. Probably don't have to say this to you, but keep an eye on your belongings. Even carl. I heard some people poison steeds to sell their medicine... But no news of that happening here\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well there were two options before that one, but at any rate I figured you'd pick something upcoming from stereotypically dark alleyway where people meet up in secret.\"He joked only to listen to Subaru's warning. The Elf typically had a sixth sense for things like that happening, though he figured Subaru was just trying to keep a look-out.\"Let's hope there's no news of it happening at the stables either.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Honestly. Better to not do that stuff at a business. Could easily ruin your reputation. And in a world where killing each other is so common day, I don't think anyone would risk it. That's the hope anyway.\" Kibaru said before coming to a stop at a stable \"Here we go\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Consider it overconfidence if they manage to get away with it.\"He said. With them arriving, Terrell gave a light nod to Subaru, temporarily leaving the Kemonomimi with Carl to head inside for a while. After a few short moments, the Sinai eventually returned to grab Carl's lead, soon gesturing for Subaru to follow as he brought the horse down along the fence line to where they could take them into the gated field of the stable.\"Hopefully Carl can be settled while we're here. He typically doesn't know what to make of new places.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Considering allot of adventures come by, if they messed with the wrong person, their life is a good as over\" Kibaru said before following Terrel. As he's second statement came up, Kibaru replied with exasperation \"Wish Pitch could settle down. Doesn't matter to her is the place is new or old, she'd be flying into the sunset if I didn't have a hold on her\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ever considered that she might just be a wild horse?\"He commented in a tone of humor, coming to a stop in the center of the field and removing the lead from around his horse." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh, no. I know she is. But I'm a wild guy myself\" Kibaru said with a grin on his face, clearly joking around. Soon breaking face, unable to keep a straight face \"Okay. That line was too corny, even for me\" Kibaru said with a snicker. He then took the saddle off pitch \"Well. Not much room, But I guess you can wonder around for a bit. Get those muscles working\" As if Kibaru even had to tell her what to do. She seemed well underway. Trotting around the place and familiarizing herself with the others in there" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Glad I didn't have to say it.\"The Elf responded, giving Carl one final pat on the back before letting the horse gradually trot off on his own. Carl seemed a lot more interested in grazing than racing about like his comrade, but he didn't look like he minded it.\"Glad he at least has more horses to hang around. I figured he was starting to get lonely after leaving his old stables.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't know if I'd rather be alone or be with someone way to energetic to even remember to eat\" Kibaru said with a sigh. He did have experience with Pitch. Having to constantly calm her down or hold her tight \"On the bright side, at least she's more than happy enough to travel around. Even more so to doing it while running\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hopefully they'll get along with the other horse whenever we get back.\"He added.\"I'm sure they'd enjoy having their own herd to run about with. Should have plenty of acres to freely use as well.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well as long as they don't get to close. We're not going to be staying long, maybe a night or two\" Kibaru said before leading the way out with a wave to Pitch \"Try not to stir up to much trouble. Keep an eye on her carl\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't mean the horses here.\"He said, following the Kemonomimi as they left the two at the stables. Hopefully they'll be fine here.\"When I was taking a trip this one time, I ended up buying a pair of horses to head south with while I left Carl somewhere more safe. So now I guess I just have two more horses.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "She nodded to him as they made for the exit, relenting to him pushing past and leaving into the blistering heat. Whilst the temperature had dropped slightly as noon passed, they were no less overwhelmed. Combing her hand through her hair and shaking her ears from discomfort, she stood outside the building and waited, keeping under the outcropped roof for the small amount of shade." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Being welcomed to the heat of the outside never failed to take him by surprise, the temperature hitting like a wave to the Sinai as he let out a tired sigh.\"At least it shouldn't be so bad up North.\"He said aloud as he rejoined Kerala to begin heading down the road towards the stables.\"I'll be glad for when winter comes.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"All of it's new to me, the heat and the cold. Keguntan's temperate, so the extremes are... Different.\"\nShe mused, tapping her cheek in cursory thought. Her ears continued to flick left to right, an attempt to cool herself down somewhat, eyes glancing between passers-by." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Trust me, the winter will be much better. Well... So long as you dress for it, so I guess it really is no different to this weather.\"He said, continuing along the road.\"Probably a lot easier to keep warm than cool though.\"Part of Terrell wondered if Kerala had any idea of how extreme the weather could get. Has she ever even seen snow before? Winter would be right around the corner soon enough. By then, they'd be able to find decent towns to visit in between travels." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Aye, I can attest to that. I'm made for the cold, anyway.\"\nShaking her hair free, she closed an eye at him, smirking slightly at the curious expression Terrel often wore. They'd soon reach the stable, searching and finding their steeds after a few moments, leading them out of their pens.\n\"Rested up, fellow? We've got a long road ahead...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He raised a curious eyebrow towards her expression, somewhat perplexed by the occasional emotion she gave away that her ears didn't already betray.\"Guess we'll see how we fare once the cold temperatures reach us, or I suppose when we reach them.\"He said as they made their way to the stable. The Sinai walked up to his steed, giving him a light pat.\"Back on the road again now bud.\"He said to the horse.\"Don't worry, it won't be long until we leave this place.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"Woah, Hey, Chill out, I have no quarr—...\"\n\nThe Squire would droop his arms as he watched the Canifor—Kemomimi—? He wasn't exactly sure anymore. But the Kemomimi made the most sense. Regardless, he'd stand there blankly as she scattered away from him and freaked out. He didn't move an inch, for two reasons; One he was flabbergasted at the idea he could actually scare the daylights out of someone and two to ensure he wasn't a threat to the individual. He was just your typical adventurer, going to places he had little clue. Surely, he wasn't that scary right?\n\nRight...?\n\nThe Squire eyebrow would arch in thought. For a moment a whimsical idea emerged and it couldn't be helped that succumb to his intrusive thoughts; raising his cape to cover his mouth and imitate the sound of a ghost — or a vampire.\n# I'm tHe sPiriT oF CriMsOn BaMbOooOooo~ Feeeeaaaar mEeee, For am here to HAUNT THEEEE~!\"\n\nLucrum would pause for a an extended moment as he waited to see her reaction to his supernatural mimicry— It was pretty obvious, he wasn't a ghost and he was just humoring the situation; After a few moments, He'd shake his head and give a lowly chuckle, seeing that the efforts to deescalate the situation was successful or not. Regardless, he'd clear his throat and respond to her questions.\n\n\"Not expecting other to come through here? You'd be surprised how easily it is to get off the beaten path... With that said, I—uh, think I'm lost. I was sightseeing beforehand. However, I'm not in the mood to scale flimsy bamboo to get a vantage point...\"\n\n\"—Take a break on the rock? Erm, I mean, I don't know... Seems like it took you a while to find this little spot? I feel bad for taking your spot on it. Given how comfortable you look dozing off— Quite envious that someone would be about to rest with all the stuff out here...\"\n\n•••\n\nLucrum began to questioned how intimidating he truly was on the day to day basis. While he'd pick up his head and arms, he gave a little wave to the half-kin individual with an audible whoosh of his side cloak he'd get ready to strike an overly-animated posed to before he made his namesake known.\n\n\"Small Talk aside, I am—\"\nHe throw in a small pirouette, before pointing toward the half-kin individual.\n T. Khamiel—!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "June was going to ask if he was actually a spirit if not for the animated display. Instead, she merely dropped her gaze, throat burning in the embarrassing at the thought that she could have actually believed it. She should know better. After all, the Cantor had met spirits before.\"Right...\"She uttered quietly, a lack of any enthusiasm in her tone. June wondered if the spirits ever saw people mocking them. Maybe it was better if she didn't know at this moment.\n\nWith the threat gone, June sat back down on the rock, relishing its warmth beneath her while she regarded the squire in a different light. He did seem quite familiar. It wasn't everyday she saw some dressed in such lavish attire even by adventurer standards. Not that she's seen many since she's been here. One ear raised atop her head, giving off a perplexed expression. \n\nAt his decline towards taking over the rock, June simply gave a dip of her head.\"It might be... A bit too late for me to doze off again now... I don't mind sharing the space... Well unless... You are looking for the way out of here... I... Know this place quite well...\"June tilted her head a bit in question of what he meant by stuff being out here. The animals? The spirits? No definitely not the latter, he didn't seem to take the idea of them serious enough. If not for visiting the temple, June would have figured it all in her head anyway. Maybe just the former then, but June was used to most wild animals.\n\nIt wasn't until the squire had said his name, that something clicked in the back of the Cantor's mind.\"Lu... Drum...?\"She asked slowly. The name was familiar, the scent, the attire, the... Personality...? Maybe she had come across him at some point during her time here.\n\n\"I'm... June...\"She said in return before looking at him with a confused expression.*\"I'm sorry but... Haven't we met before...?\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "The sun would cast its gentle rays down atop the travel heavy duo, now a bit of added relief after having to surpass both the mountain sides and desert lands to get here from Pinnacelia. The Elf would sit up more on his horse, coming to notice them approaching the city with a noticeable accumulation of Oriates walking in and out of view. Dezabia. It seems they were nearing their destination, soon to be rewarded with a moment of rest to explore the new country.\"Shouldn't be far now.\"He would point out to Ikehara, turning to face her with a more quirky grin.\"What say we enjoy some time checking out the city?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For a few moments, Kerala gave no response, her attention fixed on her crossbow. Labored breaths left her heat-marked lips as she adjusted the new limb of her weapon, the string drawn taught against the trigger spring. Her steed's uneven footing would cause him to start forwards, the Karimi quickly grabbing at the rim of her sun hat, pulling some locks of hair behind the chinstrap as they shook loose. Turning her eyes to her companion, she flashed a similar grin; amused by how animated he'd grown to be.\n\"Good idea. Didn't travel all this way for nothing, after all. Any plans?\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"Aye, all the arbalesters did. If an army only fought, we'd starve halfway through a campaign.\"\nShe hummed back, understanding that Terrel probably had little experience as a regular under a banner. Her ears perked up as he lead on, taking a moment to listen to their surroundings, her crossbow resting upon her thigh with her reigns draped over top.\n\"Sounds fine. The ocean will make the nights and days more bearable.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He let out a huff of air at her response, partially amused. The Sinai would be fortunate enough to catch any wild animal out here without the assistance of his wolves. He led the way along the main roadways, making sure the bay remained in view of them with it being a reference point.\"I wouldn't mind learning how to.\"He said after a long moment of silence.\"Would save out on having to ration the food supply so much.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She grinned, baring her fangs as she nodded.\n\"I can do that, yes. We always had copperbolts needing training, and I was on call for that most days. Next time we're in a forest, we can go looking.\"\nHer confidence swelled parallel with her stature, almost puffing out her chest as she sat up fully. Her steed followed behind, slowly feeling the heat dissipate from the cool ocean winds." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Terrell watched her idly, finding it funny how much her confidence seemed to flourish at the simple idea of going out hunting. It was probably the first time he's really seen her this way since they've started traveling. He eventually shifted his gaze away, focusing on the road ahead as the buildings began to melt away to desert sands in them leaving the town.\"We'll see what Romania has to offer.\"He said, relaxing his hold on the reigns while he let Carl take over in simply heading straight for the time being.\"For now, guess it's time to get used to seeing nothing but sand again.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"Fair enough.\"\n\nLucrum would wave off the idea of him being scary; as she proved his suspicions to be untrue. He didn't see himself as being an imposing individual. Snarky—? Whimsical—? Charming—... Perhaps, but drop dead petrifying was off the list. It was clear this lady was just an all around skittish individual. Either through paranoia or weariness.\n\nNonetheless, it wasn't a bad thing to be in this world. The squire would twirl his hand as it danced with each word he spoke.\n\n\"Kemomimi—Kemonomimi—Kitsune—Canifor; Potato—Tomato—Bah, It's hard to spot the difference when you guys all have similar ears, tails, and colors. No offense.\"\n\nHe'd Pause; Realizing what he had insinuated he'd double back.\n\"I didn't mean it like that— I—I'm saying it's very rare to see a canifor so far from—... Home.\"\n\nLucrum would rub the back of his nape, as he'd trail off on the idea of 'home'. For the squire, he really didn't know what to think of Lymia. His treatment compared to the Tholian's was vastly different. He couldn't help but show a visual look of grimace from where he was raised, and how he was raised. \n\nWhen compare to the typical Macen; he was more alike to the elves than his own kin. It was a disturbing thought. However, before he could delve further he'd over hear the Canifor. Throwing out ideas of where they had met before, apawn the mention of the Jackal, He'd freeze as the fuzzy memory all came rushing back to him.\n\n\"The Wolf and the Jackal... Juna and Jace...\"\nHe'd show his hand to the Canifor with a painful smile; The Scar was faint, yet he recalled how painful the bite of the Jackal was... \n\nThey had met indeed met before— Not once but twice. He seemed to laugh in defeat at the core memory, but nonetheless he seemed shocked that he had ran into the Canifor for a third time. He'd shield his face as he chuckled.\n\"Oh my goodness...— We have to stop meeting like this, Haha—! Juna—! It's been so long— How have you been?\"\n\n•••\n\nHis eyes would widen as he realized, frenetically looking around for the Jackal and springing up on his feet. He had to stay on his toes if didn't want to get bit again!\n\n\"Where is that little rascal Jace? Huh, is he out hunting? Napping...? ** Is he stalking us?! ** He must've gotten much-much bigger since we've last met.\"\nHe'd watched the shift in demeanor, as Juna and her skittish personality brighten up slightly from realizing that had met before— Yet, it seemingly darken at the mention of Lymia and Mentia alike. He seemed to raise a hand to pressure it, understand why. But retracted from doing so in the moment. He didn't want a friendly reunion to be bogged down by negative memories. \n\nHe was certain that he felt similarly about 'Home', but he'd let Juna have her privacy. Although, it seemed to eat at him slightly.\n\n The squire would give her a reaffirming nod as he raised both hands as if he was backing off from the topic.\n\n# times the charm I suppose—...?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "June decided to ignore the racist comments of the Macon, instead just letting out a quiet sigh in response. Definitely the same Luc rum she's met before. She gave a light shake of her head as he tried to retract the statement with another.\"Where is a... Cantor's home?\"She asked him, raising an eyebrow in question as she wasn't too sure herself. What did he consider to be home from her? Or rather where did he assume she came from? She had grown curious now. It seemed like he was trapped on that conversation.\n\nShe looked at the scar on his hand as he showed it off, a more apologetic look crossing her face with the past moment seeming a lot less funny when it was waved in front of her. She was glad Jace was much better now. Mostly anyway. He had become more tame, though sometimes she wondered if that was from training or something going on in the forest. When she had lost him some time ago he had wound up in a terrible state. The Jackal had acted different ever since. June's shoulders slouched from her clouded thoughts as she began to wonder if something more had happened. He seemed more at peace. It was almost strange to her in a way, yet she didn't mind it. Did she?\n\nShe quickly shook her head to and fro as she realized Luc rum had asked her a question about the Jackal's whereabouts.\"Oh... Well he's at the house right now... Probably watching over...\"June paused, a faint memory coming back to her with the previous time they've met. Her bird was still an egg then. Luc rum probably had no clue about their hatching.\"Oh... Well I guess you've never met Juniper before... I mean... Well you may remember her as... Ebert-.\"She corrected herself, deciding to use a name he'd be more familiar with. The Cantor stood up from the rock a glanced back out towards the forest.\"Would you like to meet them?\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh, who were you traveling with then?\" Kibaru asked with his ears twitching while he listened to other people simultaneously" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A Somalian. Hardly more than a kid really by Macon standards, though he wanted to travel with me despite my warnings of getting into danger. He's a clumsy one, yet a thief with both his hands still attached.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"A pup, huh. Well I can picture you as the older brother type. By the way. How old are you?\" Kibaru asked tilting his head a bit" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Can't say I remember.\"Terrell responded with a shrug of his shoulders. Whether he was telling the truth or not was hard to tell. When was the last time he had even celebrated the day he was born anyway?\"Guess it must have slipped my mind the past few years.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You look 27 to me\" Kibaru said with a hand on his chin as he looked at Terrel \"Minimum being 25. Well it's just a guess. You are an elf after all\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Trust me, I won't look any different 100 years from now.\"He said, continue along the road.\"Signals age pretty well.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Okamimi also tend to live quite the time. Much longer than macen. Whether more or less than Silani... It's difficult to say. Guess we'll see who dies first, huh\" Kibaru said with a joking smile. He then took a wif of air again \"I actually want to visit my clan house\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I think we're more likely to die from falling off a cliff before it gets to that point, but challenge accepted.\"He said, looking up to see where they were at the moment.\"You have one here?\"He asked him at the mention of his clan house." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Or get hit by lightning. But we'll probably die by the sword above all else\" Kibaru said before regarding Terrel's question \"Aye, that I do. Well I'm not exactly part of the clan. Only my lineage. My Grand parents kind of left the clan quite a while ago. So I want to see if I can fin my clan. Just have to look for allot of wolves I guess. I can't remember the clan name though\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So you're about to break into to someone else's place and don't know where it is nor remember the name of it.\"He summarized bluntly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not breaking it. Obviously I'm going to get permission. Assuming the even still exist. But yes, no Idea where they might be. But I'm a merchant. Easy to find what I'm looking for\" He said before stopping to gesture to the tavern \"See\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Terrell opened his mouth to say something, only to glance up and notice they had made it to the tavern.\"I see your point.\"He said.\"But what are you hoping to find going there if there's a good chance they've all left.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, as you might have noticed. I like my folktales. Any knowledge on my family tree or just some valuable would be nice. If you think about it. If everyone left... Then doesn't that mean I inherit what ever's left. Maybe they're still alive and I can catch up and spend some time with them\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Terrell headed up to the door, opening it before glancing back towards Subaru.\"If you think it'll be worth it, then can't argue much with that.\"He said.\"Not a bad way to catch up on things here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I guess not\" Kibaru followed Terrel as he entered the tavern. \"Can't but help to notice allot off people have been eyeing me up and down. Not that I think It's a bad stare. But one I could do without\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Surely with the mask and fur, it's pretty common. Isn't it?\"He asked him, making his way inside the tavern and heading over to a table for them to sit at before taking a seat himself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, you might've noticed that majority of people here are Kemonomimi. Few of witch seems to have fur as bright blue as mine... Come to think of it, I don't mind... I still get the same look everywhere, but this feel much nicer in a way.\" Kibaru said as he sat down at the same table. \"How about you. What you think of Runra so far?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At the mention of there being a bunch of Kemonomimis around, Terrell's gaze slowly passed around the tavern, occasionally lingering sometimes before finally looking back at Subaru.\"I don't see your point.\"He said nonchalantly. Terrell leaned back in his seat, deciding to get comfortable for the time being while they waited for someone to come take their orders.\"I think it seems like a pretty normal country so far.\"He said.\"Much better than Media right now anyway.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'd assume anywhere is better than Mentia. Not much of a competition... You think starting a village here would be a good idea?\" Kibaru asked slightly tilting his head. As someone came to them to order, Kibaru would quickly turn to do so \"Got any Boar. Preferably some ribs\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well I haven't really seen much of it, but I guess it was like home to you at some point, so I don't see why not.\"He answered. As the waiter came by, Terrell decided to practice some of his Run ran, asking for some tofu and rice. There was a noticeable accent to his words, making it obvious that he wasn't from around here, but the waiter seemed to take the order nonetheless.\"Just have to find a nice open space to build one.\"He finally said back to Subaru, returning to Silurian once again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hah, you have been practicing, huh. I'm impressed\" Kibaru said with a nod \"But as far as places go, I don't think this would really be a good place come to think of it. Not much trade happening over here... Well not as much as I would've like\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I try to whenever I see opportunity. Most people just speak Silurian though which makes it harder to tell if they understand any other languages.\"He said before listening to Subaru's thoughts of this place.\"Well we've only seen a small part of it. Run's a decent sized country, and we have plenty of time to explore it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Maybe. But I'd much rather prefer somewhere more inland in Ramul Ta. Also closer to home you know. This might be where my blood originally came from, but I can't exactly just forsake my home in Salvania... Though why I decided to buy one there instead of in Dezabia, where I was born and raised, is kind of lost to me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Detail? As in the place with all those desert lands?\"He questioned, wondering why he'd want to stay there. Maybe being born there had deeper meaning to it, though he didn't have any significantly good memories there. Well that wasn't fully true, Terrell did have some good moments there, enough to make him smile lightly at the thought before shifting his focus back to the conversation.\"Maybe you can find a place to buy there. Never too late to have a new place.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not all of it is desert. But yeah. I lived in the mountains where there were a little more green if it wasn't white. Was kind of nice being secluded from the world every now and again\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If we decide to take a ship to Among's coast, then maybe we can pass through there while we head West.\"He suggested, figuring Subaru would want to return there at some point." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I guess we could do that... But I'd much rather not on second though.\" Kibaru said with a shrug before their food arrive and he thank the woman" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Terrell watched as the food was placed on the table, soon grabbing one of the utensils.\"You are terrible with making up your mind sometimes, y'know that?\"He eventually said before deciding to eat." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Juna sat atop a grassy hill that overlooked the plains she had found herself in. The sun shined brightly overhead, providing a gentle warmth to ward off the cold days she had endured. Juna had been trying to follow what spirits had been telling her by continuing northwards, but now she was quite lost at where to go following the brief showing at the Warlord festival. It was a first for her, getting to see how the soul agreement between her weapon spirit affected their ability to work alongside each other in combat. \n\nShe still wondered why the spirits wanted her to participate in such. Was that the place where her journey ended? The spirits had been awfully silent lately. Currently, the Canifor was attempting to meditate, having been told it could help. Running long the hill, was her Jackal and Airstrider, who were playing with each other unbeknownst to their owner's uncertainty of the end goal here." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With eyes closed, June was allowed attention to sound otherwise ignored. A distant sound, messy and complex. A trotting sound like hooves against the dirt road, accompanied by the off note neigh. Wheels rolling across the gentle landscape, its joints squealing as if they've been without oil too long.\n\nThey're distant, but seem to be closing. Perhaps a caravan on the nearby path? Only, along the winds brought a familiar scent. An old friend, or an old enemy, the distance kept it ambiguous. Still, it rolled on, seeming to approach the base of the hill June rested on." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Juna's ears flicked at the sound only for the familiar scent to catch most of her attention. She couldn't quite put her finger on what it was, but it did bring a nice feeling. Maybe the spirits were trying to reach out to her again? She still wasn't sure yet, and tried to put her focus on what her other senses could pick up on as her eyes remained closed.\"...Hello?\"She called out, trying to see if anyone would answer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As June called out, the noises seemed to slow. Wheels coming to a gentle stop as the trotting of the horses became sparse. A voice echo'd back.\n\"Hello?\" \n\nIt was a deep voice, spoken in the common tongue. Perhaps familiar if June had the memory for it." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Yet another day, yet another settlement in need of help. This time, it is another high elven estate requesting help. The farmstead is located in a vast, flat floodplains, much like the prairie in America. Occasional herd of animals roamed through the plains, as much of the steppe has been abandoned to the wilds.\n\nZara's destination - An estate seeking help with a bunch of wooden Kuilei, would be in front of her. A manor lord is nowhere to be seen, but their two storey manor house is definitely visible from the distance." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Zara arrived at the estate on the cart she hired to bring her to this destination. She got up, climbed out, paid the cart driver, and went to the estate.\nShe read that people were in need of help regarding golems. Pay didn't seem so bad and since it wasn't too risky at first glance, Zara didn't mind taking this one.\nZara adjusted the Katina on her hip and ensured her long Dacha was fastened on her back to prevent dragging on the ground. Such good swords, the last thing she wanted was for one of them to break right before potential battle.\nZara approaches the estate, entering the grounds and declaring herself to any guards or groundskeepers that may be concerned by her presence. She sought the estate master to speak about this problem." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There would be a Qua worked who directed her to the manor house. After a few minutes, a well dressed female high elf in robe would walk out of the house's front door, and waved at the human.\n\"Morning stranger. I assume you're an adventurer here to dela with our Kuilei problem, right?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Indeed,\" Zara confirmed. \"Have you had problems with these beings in the past, or have they recently arrived?\"\nZara wanted to ask questions before heading out to deal with it. Whether they were new or have been here for longer could affect the severity of the problem and how difficult it may be to solve it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Only a recent arrival, I believe. Been driven here from another estate. Appeared perhaps, a month ago or so. My worker spotted a pair of them in the plains, carrying sword and shield.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Zara mentally noted the weapons the Cooled were confirmed to have.\n\"Are these Cooled wooden or made of another material?\" Zara asked. What they were made of could affect Zara's options. If they were stone, Zara's blades may suffer damage, and she may be forced to use other strategies to destroy them - if they were wooden, she could use Red Shift with her Coach to cleave them into pieces." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"All wooden. We haven't seen anything stone like yet. That'd require quite the experienced adventurer to deal with, anyway. But they probably outnumber you, so you should be careful.\" \nThe manor lord explained." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'All wooden'. She could use her Coach for greater effectiveness.\n\"Is there anything else I must know about the Cooled?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They have great endurance and a lot of them like to use shields. Sturdy one.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Where do I go from here to find them?\" She asked. Zara was ready to get to work." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Three miles of here is the Punting Creek, the Kuilei was last spotted somewhere around there. There might be more than two, but the grasses this time of the year isn't tall, so you can find them easily.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Very well. Thank you, miss.\"\nIf nothing else was to be said or done between the two, Zara would then proceed to leave and make her way to the grounds where the Cooled were reported to be present." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After a short walk in the plains, Zara would spot smoke from a campfire in the distance. There would be no tents or anything near where the campfire came from, and there weren't anything to be seen either, except a... Roast rabbit on top of the campfire. However, the grasses is around half a meter tall, so she might need to approach closer to see anything lying down." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Zara stood still after making the distance to alternate her Radiance Sense and allow her to see 20 meters in all directions from where she was. She detected the smoke, suggesting a campfire.\nZara breathes in and could smell food. Someone was nearby.\nIf anything else moved around her before she started moving, she'd notice.\nZara then proceeded to approach the campfire. She started a moderate-speed run toward the campfire, her revelation returning to normal as a result." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the grasses she could sense that three humanoid were lying down, with shield and sword next to them. The campfire didn't obscure her revelation at all.\n\nThere was also spare weapons and cooking pot, and it seems there is a total of five Kuilei who is using the camp. Though only three is present for now.\n\nThe running would alert the Kuileis, who strappes their shield and readied their swords, standing together in a shieldwall formation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Zara sensed them coming out to fight, and immediately drew her Katina, blade forward and handle held with both hands. She assumed a typical Katina stance, with the weapon forward to allow for easy guarding.\nHer Radiance glowed as battle seemed to commence, though Zara did not perform any actions yet. She waited for the enemy to attack first.\nZara's current immobility allowed her Radiance Sense to alternate, giving her the 360 degree radius, 20-metre range revelation again. This would allow her to sense anything sneaking up behind her as well, but only until she moved again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All of the Kuilei carried standard sword at 80cm long, manufactured with a simple crossguard. Their kite shield is of standard dimension.\n\nOne of them walked to 15 meters in front of Zara, staying still while the other two circled to her left and right, keeping the same distance from her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Zara continued to keep her stance and kept her focus on the Cooled. Before battle commences however, she would sheathe her Katina and proceed to pull out her Coach.\nIt's a somewhat lengthy process, drawing a Coach, as the blade is considerably long and better held in hand during combat. The blade is considerably long, and the handle allows for better force to be applied to blade swings and blocks, allowing for Zara to have good range, potentially deflect attacks, and knock her foes off-balance while also cleaving through their wooden bodies.\nZara took the Coach off her back, pulling it from the scabbard and putting the scabbard back afterward, then holding the blade upright with both hands on the cross guard. Zara shifted her feet for a wider stance to allow for better footwork, and kept her head forward. She was then ready to fight.\n\nCondition: Healthy\nStamina: Fine\nMANA: 70/70" }, { "from": "human", "value": "As the Macen switched weapon, the Kuilei in front stepped in closer, to ten meters away. The other one ran to the left and right, trying to surround her in a triangle shape before launching their attack.\n\nTo make matter worst, all of them let out a high pitched, seemingly incoherent scream." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Zara then went for an attack, sprinting forward for the Cooled in front of her. Though her movement returned her revelation to normal, within a few steps the one puppet would be close enough for her to see.\nShe'd immediately open with a powerful cleave, swinging the Coach out at the Cooled from the side with one hand 'pushing' the handle while the other pulls the end back, allowing for considerable force to be applied to the attack.\nThis attack could deal tremendous damage if it landed, or stagger the enemy if it was blocked.\n\nSame Status" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The puppet, thanksfully, had no understanding of her vision problem. But it understand that an angry girl with more strength than expected is charging at him.\n\nHe raised the kite shield and charged forward, slamming the shield to the side in an attempt to deflect the ambitious strike. By presenting the shield perpendicularly, it becomes thicker and also deflect her force. The nodachi might bite into the shield, though it wont cut through. Luckily for her, strong weapon like Nodachi is easy to pull out of the shield.\n\nThe Kuilei attempted to close in for a gut stab. If Zara stopped, her revelation would reveal that the two Kuilei are now charging her from behind, sword raised and shield in front." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Zara backed up, bringing back the Coach out of the shield, and evading the stab.\nShe heard the other Cooled approaching her from her blind spots. Didn't see, but could hear. She had better hearing to compensate for lack of proper vision.\nZara charged her Radiance, then released a Wave Blast against the Cooled in front of her to send him away, giving her room to then avoid the other two who approached by swiftly moving out of their attacks.\nShe'd reassume her stance and hold the Coach as normal again, preparing to defend from other incoming attacks.\n\nCondition: Healthy\nStamina: Slightly Fatigued.\nMANA: 60/70" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"We won't be seeing it again soon, I imagine. Enjoy it while it lasts.\"\nHer jest was more of a hopeful suggestion than an earnest joke, having grown more than tired of the desert oases - both mentally and physically. The road slowly disappeared underhoof, the only sign of their path being the well-tread sand that snaked through the dunes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He let out an amused exhale of air, doubting he'd have anything to miss about this place. Nevertheless, he continued onwards, hope for much greener lands on the horizon. \n\nTime had come and gone since they first started setting off from Detail, by now, the Sinai losing track of how often the sun rose and fell across the endless sands. There were times when he found himself having to stop to reassess his map in trying to guess how much further they had to go, though despite passing through each city, the way along the bay felt even longer than normal travel despite it being much shorter.\n\nTerrell let out a tired yawn as it looked like the sun was bound to begin setting again before they reached Romania, only for the smallest bit of greenery caught his eye in the sand melting away to much softer ground.\"Good news.\"He said to his companion, a bit more optimism in his exhausted tone.\"Looks like we've finally left the desert.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The air is crisper. Grass is still starved, but at least there's something solid underhoof.\"\nThe okamimi commented in confirmation, a similar amount of fatigue in her voice. Between the two animals, Ikehara's was faring a touch better than Terrel's, but Carl wasn't a warhorse." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Maybe we can find somewhere to settle near the bay.\"He suggested, partially glad that at the very least they had kept the water source in view just in case of emergencies.\"I think Carl has done his workload for the day. Probably best to get them something to drink out here.\"It didn't seem like there were any towns nearby, but at least the terrain was starting to look better. Maybe it won't be such a bad spot to camp out at though hunting anything that was worth eating didn't seem to be the best of chances currently." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We could all use one... These flasks are too warm to enjoy, something cold would be nice.\"\nShe confessed, huffing quietly as she sipped from the slightly-too-warm water. Her mind cast back to a couple days back, and she urged her horse a few feet ahead of Terrel, eyes cast all around for woodlands and the like." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Things should cool down during nightfall.\"He said, figuring the weather will drop to the point of wishing warm water was still an option. Giving a light tap with his foot, he urged his horse to move more towards the shoreline, though at this point, Carl was probably doing it on his own accords. There were few trees dotting along the area, more so tropical-like in appearance rather than the significant look of woodland trees. As Carl eventually neared the water's edge to begin drinking from it, Terrell soon dismounted and offered him a light pat.\"Of course, we could always wait until it starts snowing then we can have all the cold water we want.\"He joked, mainly to pass the time to allow his horse some rest. Terrell gazed out into the bay for a while, letting out a quiet exhale of air while Kerala was searching around." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Once the sand had fully given way to solid ground, Ikehara had dismounted and was leading her horse by the reins. Her energy seemed to renew as she switched her mode of movement, letting the reins go and patting her steed's snout, who ambled over to Carl and followed in his example. She approached Terrel after a few minutes of scouting, something akin to excitement on her visage.\n\"About two Silnari miles from here, there's a large enough glade. We can find what we need there, I think.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Terrell glanced over at her approach, picking up on her possibly having some good news with the change in mood. As she notified him of the chance of finding what they need a couple miles down, he gave a tired smile. Seemed like they still had more traveling ahead, though at least Kerala seemed happy about it.\"Once these two are done here, go ahead and lead the way.\"He said, deciding to let the horses drink for a little while longer before he eventually grabbed Carl's lead and turned to face Kerala in silent expectation. Seems like she was going to be the guide for now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ures, Wro, wro!\"\nShe barked to her steed after a few moments longer, the horse apparently named Ures lazily swinging his head towards her. She growled in a way only a half-beastkin could, quickening the horse's approach. She gave the reins a harsher flick against his back, urging him ahead of Terrel and Carl.\n\"Take your time, Terrel. I'll move a few dozen yards ahead to get a better look.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He gave a quiet snort at her frustration towards her steed as she tugged him along only to tell the Sinai to take his time. He waited for her to head off for some distance before sharing a glance with his horse. Those two seemed to understand one another at any rate, the Sinai only pushing Carl as far as the horse would go anyway. Carl continued drinking at the water, hardly any haste in his actions to which Terrell also shared as he idly leaned against his horse for a while. Only when Carl had lifted his head once again, did he finally tug him along to follow in the direction Kerala had gone off to, hoping she hadn't moved too far on ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She hadn't rushed too far ahead, once she'd noticed the pace that Terrel had opted for - not that she blamed him, they'd ridden for hours through the blistering heat. If it wasn't for her soldiering, she'd expect to have collapsed by now. As the grasses began to take root along the path, the air seemed to cool, the presence of trees inviting birdsong." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Terrell eventually caught up to her, his shoulders growing lax from the cooler air to welcome them across the border. He wished he could enjoy it more, though the heat had drained most of the energy out of him. Terrell didn't pay too much attention to the potential of other woodland animals being about, though after a while, he eventually looked over to her, asking:\"Seem like a good a place to hunt?\"The Sinai hardly knew which animal to find where, nor did he care too much of whatever was caught in him not eating meat anyway, but he still seemed curious one way or another." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, I am constantly thinking. Sometimes more than others. But if I had to choose where to build, I would do it in a deep forest, or with allot of woods.. Maybe a jungle?\" Kibaru's mind did seem to never come to a standstill while he rambled \"And somewhere preferably away from the war, obviously... But then again... Refugees could be looking for a home... I'll just take them on a long ass trip in that case\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Could hire them.\"He supposed, considering how the land to the west was still close enough to Kaddish. Though the war was mainly situated in Media, it seemed even the neighboring countries were getting involved. Some may flee west to avoid going through the countries at war, though that would just bring more unwanted guests on their doorstep.\"Do a job for us and in return, not get killed.\"He said casually, figuring the trade to be relatively simple." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But continue to work and we'll provide a roof over your house. Stop working and you'll have to leave. With or without a body bag\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sounds like a fair trade to me.\"He said silkily.\"After all, can't just have a bunch of refugees taking over our land without anything in return.\"It sounded like something a businessman would say, albeit probably harsh if it ever came down to the repercussions on not following through with the job. The Mention War only seemed to be getting worst and pretty soon, safety will move further and further away from the bordered lands. A grin appeared on his face, almost in realization of what this war entailed. It reminded him of a job offer he was once given, though had yet to act on. Perhaps this war was the best time, though who knew how long the opportunity would last?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Precisely. They should be grateful enough for a safe place with plenty of work to do. We aren't doing charity here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Terrell continued eating the rest of his food, letting out a quiet grunt of agreement to Subaru's words before finishing up his plate. He moved it away from him, placing the silverware atop it.\"Did you want to look for your clan today or were you planning to do more exploring?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Little more exploring. I'll get there when I get a lead or something. Who know. Might not even find anything, It has been years after all\" Kibaru simply shrugged before he finished his food \"Now that was good" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Terrell gave a shrug back in response, figuring they were going to be here a while during his search anyway. Perhaps Terrell should find something to do in the meantime while the kemonomimi was off looking. He didn't understand the place too well, but he was sure he'd be able to find something to do. His focus returned to Subaru as he finished, seemingly satisfied with the food here.\"Better than Albania's...?\"He asked quizzically.*" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Terrel glanced up towards the sky for a short moment, unconsciously trying to figure out which direction they were going in so as not to stray too far from the route they were already taking. She seemed to have her own plans for the day, which Terrel figured he could just take as opportunity to relax in that case. The camp was bound to only last them a night anyways, though if they took their time traveling through Hombaxia, he supposed they'd be here for a while. His attention was caught once more as she pointed out the clearing she mentioned earlier.\"Not a bad place to make camp.\"He commented, knowing full well that with the desert as a comparison, any other place seemed good.\"Looks like we beat sundown this time.\"He gave Carl a light pat, moving on ahead to make his way over towards the clearing while his horse attempted to curiously sniff at the grass growing in the area." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Aye, the shade will do us good. Might be out of the desert, but the heat is still too much to lounge about in. At least the air is clear... The UHF Favor our journey, I would say.\"\nShe mused aloud, noting Terrell's relaxed pace and slowing down in kind. The prospect of hunting was an energizing one, but not enough to combat the slow sapping of strength the trek through the desert had given them. Her ears perked as the trees grew more plentiful, twitching and swiveling subtly at each familiar sound." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Uha?\"He questioned her, leading his horse to a nice place for him to graze. Terrel took off his cloak from around him, throwing the red fabric over his horse while the animal grazed. He probably would have been better off not wearing armor this whole way here, though the Silnari knew better than to trust that there wasn't at least one person out in the middle of nowhere looking for an easy target. At least things here seemed more peaceful though, besides they were still far enough from the warzone anyways." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The Sinai have their gods and spirits, we have ours. The UHF Are the most powerful of the spirits of the world. They are in the sky, the sun and the trees - anything in nature, there are UHF Who preside of it.\"\nKerala explained, her tone growing ponderous as the glimmer of faith shone through her usual cynicism. She mirrored Terrell's actions, unbuckling the saddlebags and feeding Uses a morsel for his good work." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hm.\"He said idly, glancing upwards for a brief moment before looking back at her. Terrel never really believed in the gods, not even the Silnari ones. Though he suppose luck is also a thing here.\"Should probably start setting up camp. If you want to refill the flasks for the time being, can do that while I start getting things set up here.\"He suggested." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Push... Aye, hand yours over. Should be a river clear enough for filtering nearby.\"\nThe small noise she made seemed to be disappointment, the elf barely reacting to the talk of gods. She supposed there were always unbelievers, even atheists despite all the signs. Looping all their flasks onto a length of tied rope, she made to journey into the foliage, following the sounds of running water." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"Mmm. Nah. Salvanian Boar tastes much better\" Kibaru responded \"But the side dish was excellent. But each country has it's own specialties" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Terrell gave a satisfied nod, soon looking over towards the rest of the tavern.\"I wonder if this place also has an inn. Wouldn't be bad place to stay at while we're in the city. Unless we find another place that is.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It does. But honestly. I'm getting kind of tired of sleeping in random beds... I mis mine. So much\" Kibaru said with a heavy sigh. But his depression immediately snapped away* \"Ah well. I'll just have to be patient\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This trip was your idea, y'know.\"He mentioned.\"Look on the bright side though. Once we finish up here, you'll have a chance to travel back to your house, and I'll... Go try to make a new place to stay out West.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not a bad idea. I think that's a great idea. I might join you and set up another house of my own, you know. Could sleep in there... Just won't be as comfy as back home, but at least not as bad as in beds\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"At this rate, I'm pretty sure you have homes all across the world.\"He commented, noting his home in Albania, the one around here, and now a new one to be built in the future. Of course Terrell couldn't talk thought, lest he be a hypocrite. Which he was." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well that's the dream, huh. Having houses all over the world. When I have children, they'll all have a house of their own. The tsuyoi clan will be a strong one\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Or spread so thin that they become distant from each other.\"He said more causally before looking back at him in confusion.\"Wait, how many children are you planning on having-\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kibaru had a huge grin on his face with the question being asked \"Yes\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He let out a snort of amusement.\"Well now I just feel bad for the Mrs.\"Terrell said in response.\"But I guess they'll all leave the house eventually.\"Terrell leaned back in his seat once more, deciding to relax for the time being.\"We're staying here, or you want to explore a bit more?\"He asked him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Honestly. Even though I slept most of the journey, traveling by sea tired me out. I think it best if we stayed here for the day. We can go exploring tomorrow\" Kibaru said as he stretched a bit \"And let the horses run free\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fine by me. Though if I'm gone by the time you wake up again, I probably headed back to the stables. Taking care the horses takes time, so I'd rather not waste the day away.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Would you mind taking care of pitch too for a little bit. Just check up on all the horsely duties. If you don't mind that is. It's fine if you believe that's my responsibility\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I do, but consider it a favor after the long trip and earlier incident.\"Not that it wasn't Subaru's choice to do in the first place, but Terrell was going to give the Kemonomimi a break for now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Thanks. I'll be sure to return your kindness tenfold\" Kibaru nodded before pounding his chest \"You can count on it, man\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then you can count on me as well.\"He said more casually, a light grin appearing. Terrell shifted his gaze as the waiter came back, soon paying off his own meal.\"Should probably get some shuteye soon.\"" } ]