[Real RP!] - Have Party, Will Travel

Location: Morris Capital

"Jazz, unlock the door!" Raz shouted, ignoring the strange looks passerby were giving her. She pounded her fist on the door again. "Open it up, you jack-wagon -- oh. Hiya Jazzy."

Jazz was a red-head, taller than Raz by two inches (6' 5") and a light sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of his nose and cheeks, combined with his green eyes, gave him a slightly mischievous look. He wore plain, typical clothes -- pants, shirt, and mismatched socks. Though handsome enough, he wouldn't be mistaken for royalty, and he had a constant lingering odor of sawdust about him. Often absent-minded and perpetually cheerful, he was always stumbling into trouble or forgetting where he put something down just seconds ago. It was enough to make the most patient cleric tear his or her hair out by the roots.

Raz loved him madly. Of course, she would never admit it, much less to herself.

"Raz, come in, I gotta show you this!" He reached forward, snagged Raz's arm and hauled her inside.

After nearly an hour of him showing off a new harp design to her, they finally left his shop and residence. They were soon strolling down the street, arm in arm, browsing the various booths.

"Wow, look at this," Raz said, pausing at one booth. On her finger balanced a tiny silver frog that chirped at Jazz as he inspected it. On the table, more enchanted silver frogs chirped a musical chorus in perfect harmony when the merchant snapped his fingers over them.

Raz laughed at his bugged-out eyes and delighted grin. "I'm buying you one," she declared, suiting action to her words before he could stop her. Jazz grinned sheepishly at the silver frog she slipped into his pocket, which popped out and looked around, chirping musically.

"Wow.... I mean... Thank you..."

She ruffled his haphazard red hair. "Nah, you deserve it for putting up with me."

Jazz shrugged, smiling, and casually looped an arm around her shoulders. "Well, I wasn't going to say anything, but..."

"Hey!"

They two bantered their way up the market, several empty spaces indicating that merchants still had yet to arrive for the Morris Magical Meet. Even so, intoxicating spices wafted through the air, glowing furs tempted the passerby to caress them, and merchants loudly defended their prices in several broken tongues. It would be a good week for the economy.

Eventually, Raz and Jazz had meandered into the Castle Proper. The large, breezy hall was stuffed with pricey goods and some powerful magical items. Raz spotted a likely booth that had several enchanted rings and immediately went over to inspect, while calculating what money she had left from her last job.

The booth in question was nestled into a corner, slightly out of the main flow of browsers, which meant this booth had only serious buyers perusing the merchandise. Which was fine with Raz -- she hated having to go shopping with people brushing by her butt the whole time.

Wish it had a little more light, though, she thought as she inspected one ring. It was in a shadowy corner and made reading the runes difficult.
 
Charles
Morris Market Place

One moment he was in a fierce battle with three other Orcs and the next he was flat on his face with gushing water rapids spewing over his body!! It hurt and for a moment there Charles could have sworn he would drown.

No matter how hard he tried to lift himself up with his arms, the water would just push him down again but eventually it stopped and he was met with a shrill screech from the 'boy' he had just 'saved'.

"I said...STOP IT!!!" The boy sounded a lot like a girl now that Charles thought about it.

The large Orc used his strong arms to hoist himself up to his feet but he lost balance due to the slippery ground and ended up falling onto his bum into the newly created mud.

"Micw!! Micw uz!!! (Darn!! Darn it!!)" he grunted before finally getting to his feet.

Charles turned to look at the Orcs he had been fighting. One was dead, his head chopped cleanly off. Nergh and Flergh were still alive but the commotion had brought them too much unwanted attention and once to their feet they began to head for the exit as fast as their little legs could take them.

Charles then checked his bunny, sometimes he accidentally fell on it in fights...some how the little rabbit had survived all those times and once again it had miraculously survived this with out a broken bone of any kind... next his attention went to the boy.

"You Free....Little Boy go free!!!" He said waving his hands at the pink haired... dwarf(?) Shooing him away. Now the boy could run free, free as the wind. "You no get stolen ok?" With his last words of wisdom Charles turned his attention to the market place which he had helped destroy.

He felt devastated, all this ruin... he turned to the fruit stall which had it's verandah posts smashed resulting in it crushing the fruit below it and he frowned.

"Give Tools!" He then demanded to the bread maker. "I help fix!!" He lifted the verandah roof off the fruit and waited for some tools of some kind to be handed to him. Hopefully no guards would come along and arrest him if he helped fix his mess?

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Pomoly Grimsher
Morris Market Place > Morris Castle Entrance.

Pom's three smelly companions had been defeated. Two ran in fear and one was dead. That was a pretty good outcome she thought, except now she was in some random city far away from her original location.

The other Orc, the one who seemed as though he was trying to save her had dismissed her, telling her to run free or something... she didn't really know what he was talking about but he did seem rather smug and pleased with himself. She was just relieved to be let go and didn't even argue back when he called her a boy.

"Thanks....?" She said before leaving the scene.

Getting out of the market place was crucial, she didn't want to be found at a scene like that... what if the guards locked her away for causing destruction? She wasn't sure what the law was like in these parts but the law was usually never good.

Then she had an idea.

"Perhaps, I will go and see the lord of this castle and ask him if he knows the lord of Valentia? If he's nice he'll try and help me!!" She said half talking to her self and half talking to Duke.

"Alright Duke! Off to the castle!" and without warning the tiny 5 foot 4 girl hopped onto her Dire-Wolf's back, causing the dog to whimper a little but he composed himself and began to run in the direction of the castle.

"Woahhh" She said upon arrival. The castle was huge, not as huge as Valentia but still amazingly large. "It's Gigantanourmous!!!" She said, using her own word to describe the hugeness of this place. Pom then noticed some guards at the entrance.

"You stay back Duke, they probably wont let dogs into the castle...stay there like a good dog!"

"Murrr....." He grumbled but Duke did as he was told and sat down at the foot of the stairs to the castle entrance. Watching Pom make her way up, her short clumsy legs making it harder and awkward looking.

"E-excuse me... uhm I need... the...well what I mean is... uhm..." This was Pom trying to communicate to the intimidating Guards...they didn't look that scary from the bottom of the stairs...

"T-th-king.....I need to uhm...IS THE KING IN???" she shouted to get her words out.
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((OOC: First of all...Chell, please enable ONE way for me to communicate with you. PMs, Skype, MSN, everything is blocked and I have no way to answer to your PM! D: I understand you don't want spam or whatnot but this is a tad ridiculous. I've got skype and if you could please PM your handle so that we've got at least one method of communication, I'd really really appreciate it.))

((OOC: Steady on there with the swearing, Thane. XD This is an M thread indeed but we don't need to go off swearing like sailors in even the descriptions. ))

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Location: Threepwood - The Broken Wand Inn - Stables

Bernadetto stared back at the young elf with a thoroughly bored, unimpressed expression. He could feel that subtle mind probe more than he'd feel an itch down his pants, and he didn't care.

"Yes, yes, I do think that you elves can be annoying--almost as bad as any human noble born with a silver spoon up their arse," the old man groused, folding his arms. "But let me tell you what's worse, sonny, it's people like you who think they can go pokin' in people's heads. Ya think I don't know what you're doing?"

He leaned forward a little, squinting at the elf boy in a calm, unimpressed way. "I'm not any old tablemaster, brat. I'm Lt. Sergeant Bernadetto D'Olmovoa, formerly of the Royal Elite Guard. Do you know anything about the Boletarian Royal Elites? I don't think so. They're the best soldier corps in all of Boletaria. To make it in we all went through more mental training than you'd know what to do with. Specifically to deal with snotty-nosed little hoozers like you, pokin' around people's heads like you own 'em. And that training hasn't gone away. So yes, I do think you're a high-and-mighty little arse, thinking you know so much more because you can peep into people's heads. I've known elves who had some semblance of decency in them but you're not one of 'em. I got no problem with elves so long as they mind their bloody business and abide by this stable's rules. And that includes you too," he said gruffly. "So if you have no business in the stables, get going, or I'll get you going."

Then he turned to the two women, with a much more calm and collected expression. "Now then, just hand me your receipts please and I'll fetch your mounts. there's no need for fussing."

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Location: Morris - Marketplace Square

The old baker wiped his brow rather relieved at the retreat of the other orcs. "Splendid work miss!" he called to the pink-haired girl that the orc had just saved. "Ah, yes, hold on fellow, I'll be right there. Rupert, get moving, fetch that toolbox and let's give Harold and our orc friend a hand."

Harold, being the fruit stall owner, looked about as dazed and surprised as everyone else and it took him a moment to notice how badly damaged his stall was. The old store-keeper turned pale and shook his head with a desperate look, about to start blurting woes, when the orc very decidedly offered to help fix the mess. He just stared in surprise, then uttered a weak thanks as his baker neighbor came promptly with tools and his son to offer assistance.

"Well at least nothing's been permanently damaged..." Rupert mused as he looked over the damage and approached Charles to help out, with less apprehension than he had earlier. "Here, I'll help out too."

"Take a breather, Harold!" the baker chimed, patting the fruit-seller on the back. "We'll get this all sorted out. You're too old to be fixing things by yourself. Let's get this all worked out and you can give our orc friend here some good apples to go with his bread, eh?"

Summoned by the commotion and concerned citizens, a trio of town guards had arrived on the scene. They came just as the orcs fled. One of the immediately took off after the smelly miscreants to catch them up while blowing a small horn that summoned other guards to help him. The other too approached the stalls and were brought up to speed by various venders and witnesses who had seen the event.

Eventually they approached the broken fruit stall and offered their own assistance to help fix the damaged stalls. One of them knew very good orcish, being assigned as a translator for his unit, and easily explained to Charles that nobody wanted to press charges on him for the mess and that he wouldn't have trouble in Morris. The other orcs, on the other hand, would be in deep trouble, so if he knew anything about them, he ought to let them know.

Meanwhile, at the gates of Castle Morris, another pair of guards, dressed a bit differently with more impressive helmets and bigger plumes, with more regalia on their armor. They both wielded pikes with elegant, carved blades and stared in mild surprise at the approach of a very short individual riding a dire wolf.

"That's a big wolf..." one of the guards muttered quietly.

The guards remained silent and watched her approach, aware that their issued uniform made them look intimidating. They both nearly blurted a laugh at her sudden outburst. The one on the left, who had a daughter that was a bit like the visitor, knew how to speak without freaking her out.

"Not a king, miss," he said kindly, amused at her nervousness. "The Duke is in though, preparing for the conference. Do you need an audience? You can book one right now."

He turned round and pointed her down the large, impressive hallway that led into the massive courtyard of the castle. "Just go straight ahead into the court, past the left fountain along the outer wall and then turn left at the third arch. There's an office called Audience Booking. Talk to the clerk there. I don't know how soon you can book an audience but it's fairly easy."

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((OOC: Guards being too nice? Trust me, there's a reason. =D))
 
Aaron Sohm
Ogre Peak's​

It took some time but Aaron and Sirocco managed to get to Ogre peak's in 4 hour's,Sirocco land's near a forest with a stream,Aaron get's off Sirocco's back and pet's the side of his head.

Aaron: Sorry about that,never thought it was that far away this map made it look too easy,I'll walk on foot for now you get some rest here and if anyone come's just run away if you cant pin him down and escape when you can ok?

Sirocco looks like it understood and walked over to the river to drink some water,once it got its fill it circled a spot of grass and laid down to sleep.

Scratching his head Aaron start's to walk off looking for the miner's Barracks in hope's of finding out just what this thing is,where it's seen,if it's poisonus,etc.

((OOC:Keeping it short just in case =o))
 
Tali scoffed as the red headed moron touched her and apparently read her mind. Figures, he was another one of those people that thought knowing a few things about someone automatically put oneself above another. Did he not know how cliché that was among mindreading types? At least he could have been a bit more subtle about it. However, Tali couldn’t help but start laughing. It was quite funny, really. In his mind he probably saw himself as some almighty being picking on a poor little Elf girl, but in all reality, it was just sad of him.

She turned around to face him and saw he was doing something very similar to the stablemaster. She wondered how he would manage the screw that up as well. The stablemaster didn’t seemed weakminded enough to let carrottop control him, and since the air of smug around him was so dense, she could only assume that was what he was attempting to do. It was then that the stablemaster let him have it.

Spinning words as if they were thread, he right told the red headed little twat off, and this only made Tali laugh at him more. “Wow, mindreader… perhaps you should take a mind reading comprehension class while you are here!” Tali had to pause as she continued laughing at him. “Or perhaps you should pick a better trade. Perhaps heating up cold towns with no heat? I am sure they could use someone that spews as much hot air as you do!”

Tali was in danger of doubling over. At first she had thought that the day had indeed gotten off on the wrong foot, but instead she was helped to an impromptu comedy act featuring (who she had officially dubbed) carrottop. “Mr. D’Olmovoa, was it? I believe I have a whole new found respect for you this morning.” Tali said this as she started fumbling around the pockets of her robes. Her ticket was bound to be in one of them. Once she put it in her pocket, she would never take it out until necessary.

Finding the stub in one of her side pockets, she gladly handed it to the stablemaster. “I do hope this has been as much fun for you as it has been for me. A comedy routine for every mount and stub transaction… one could make a very lucrative business out of that.”
 
Location: Morris Castle (stuffed with booths, as it were)

Raz soon found that the rings were of astronomical value, beyond even her own lofty purchase limit. She quickly abandoned that booth, both her and the merchant shooting black looks at the other. Some merchants would haggle -- but this guy had a wand shoved so far up his ass, he wouldn't even budge for three measly gold. Asshole.

Raz and Jazz continued to tour the market held within the generous walls of the Castle.

OOC: I'm just gonna have these two go shopping for a while since we all seem to be trying to get to the Castle.
 
Ogre's Peak
Aaron Sohm​

Aaron Walk's up the Mountain some,he see's some makeshift housing and walk's up to it.He knock's on the door and a tall muscle built man step's out with a cigarette lit

Miner Chief:Ya...What do ya want kid..?

The Man blow's smoke in Aaron's face and glares down at him

Aaron: My name's Aaron I'm here about the Monster trouble..

Miner Chief:...Really a small fry like you..Well beggar's cant be Chooser's I suppose..but I think you'll end up dieing kid..

Aaron:..It's my choice hire me or dont I'll still be hunting it.

Miner Chief:Heh you got some spunk there kiddo well I dont like it but go ahead your hired..just dont get yourself killed out there.

He slap's Aarons back hard makeing Aaron move up a couple step's,he then point's towards the center of the peak saying it has been appearing in that Area mostly,he hand's Aaron a Miner's Helmet with a Candle in it,he also hand's him some matches too.

Aaron:Thank's..

Miner Chief: Dont go thankin me till you get back alive ya hear...Don't drop your guard I've already lost 7 miner's to that ugly bastard..

With that Aaron begin's to climb the mountain avoiding the cave's till he gets a good look at this monster.

((OOC:ElvenAngel you can attack me any time now Mr.Baphomet~))
 
((OOC: Roleplaying a monster for Lelouch :3 Just another service I offer to all ^_^ ))((OOC: Also, I'll be posting the retiring post for Gavin's character, who has decided to leave the RP. =( ))

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Location: Ogre Peaks

The creature known as the Baphomet, a very large and dangerous chimera, noted the approach of the hero before it could observe him. Perched on a very steep ridge and hidden from view, it could watch his movements.

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It locked its red, beady eyes on the young man approaching and almost absently licked its maw as it watched. When the young man was in range it let a throaty growl and almost leisurely clambered down the rock side, not even bothering to hide its presence. Its snake head reared over its back and hissed at the young man, almost as if telling him it was futile to fight and he was already targeted as dinner.

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Location: Threepwood - The Broken Wand Inn - Stables

The mind-reading elf was taken aback from the revelation that the old stablemaster had received mental training of the extent that he'd resist so well. And to be laughed at by a woman to boot...

Vy let a small, patient sigh. He could still salvage his dignity.

"Well," he said and adjusted his robe's collar. "I'll be going then. I have...some business to see to..." he carried on, inching towards the front door of the stables. "Good riddance," he muttered under his breath at the insolent old man.

While the young elf retreated with an effort to maintain his dignity, the old stablemaster took the stub given to him by the elf woman. "Thank you, miss, I'll get your bear right away," he said, much more politely and taking the stub, disappeared into the carnivore section of the stables. With a few clicks and specific calls he coaxed the large ursid out of its stall and led it to its owner. The bear would've had a look as if it'd had a very nice night with food and good sleep.
 
Aaron Sohm
Ogre Peak's (Cavern)​

Aaron walk's up the mountainside and hear's growling and rumbling..looking up he see's the Monster he was hired to kill,this thing was far more ugly and dangerous then he first believed the monster's tail loomed overhead and tried to bite at Aaron,He Dodged the snap and jumped back landing on a platform to the inner cavern,he draw's his sword and run's inside the cave enterance to get a battle vantage to fight this thing

Aaron:This is gonna be more difficult than I thought..It's alot bigger than I expected..What's worse it's speed Rival's Sirocco's...

As he prepare's for combat he hear's more roaring

Aaron:Great..Here it comes...
 
Cerden
Morris-Front Gates>Morris Castle Entrance​

“What do ya mean I can’t bring my Gryphon into Morris!!!?” Cerden said rather loudly.

“I’m sorry sir, but it’s policy. All mounts of any kind must wait outside the city.” The guard at the front gate calmly said to Cerden, telling him that Gary isn’t allowed into Morris with him.

“Look, either Gary comes with me, or I slice your insignificant balls off like a butcher,..” Cerden said in a violent tone…”…sir.”

The tension between the guard and Cerden was definitely there, but before that could be eased up, how Cerden found himself in this perdiciment is worth the telling. It was only five minutes ago the guard was going to allow Cerden to pass on by with Gary, but two things happened that prevented that from continuing. Firstly, the guard approached Gary in a very abrasive manner, and in his own nature, Gary back-kicked the guard right in the willy. And after that happened, Cerden couldn’t help but laugh his freaking ass off. Probably wasn’t the best thing for Cerden - or Gary given the situation at the moment - to do, but no one can predict the future, especially with Cerden and Gary present.

“Okay, so I get that your mad at Gary for kicking you in your balls..and me laughing wasn’t really helping, but really? Really? Really? You’re going to let your biased thoughts interfere with your job.” Cerden said starting to criticize the guard’s ability to do his job, “Let’s face it, if anyone knew that you were slacking on the job to think about that hot blonde girl over there in the low-cut dress, I’d fire you …well if I were your boss. So, how about you just forget we ever met, and forget you even saw me. Okay?” Cerden said trying to bide his way into morris without paying any such fee.

The guard began to think about what Cerden. He knew that if word got out, he’d get fired..or worse: get his head cut off.

“You know what, go ahead and enter Morris - Free of charge.” The guard said.

“I knew you’d see things my way..” Cerden said with a pause. “Oh and by the way!” Cerden said as the guard turned around, and he delivered a massive punch to the guard’s nuts. “That’s what you get for insulting my Gryphon.”

As both Gary and Cerden entered Morris, they were both in awe at the wondrous architecture that was Morris. The buildings had rich color, and they reached the skies(almost). As they continued to gaze at the beauty of Morris, Cerden soon came to his senses, and remembered why he and Gary came here: to deliver this jewel to the young snob of a king.

“You know Gary, it’s going to take a long time to walk to the castle.” Cerden said as he stared at how far away the castle was, “why not fly there..” Cerden said with a chipper smile.

Gary only but let out a low roar that pretty much meant ‘hell yeah, let’s fly!’

As simple it was, Cerden climbed onto Gary’s back, and off they rode to the castle. When Gary was determined on flying, he would fly twice his speed, and in a matter of moments, Gary and Cerden were at the castle. And to think that the easy part of this was over, now was the actual challenge of getting the King to see them.

“Okay Gary, let’s go get--” Cerden said until his attention was turned to some young boy shouting for the king. It looked like a dwarf, but it couldn’t be; this boy was too tall.

“Hey boy, what are you shouting for? The guards are aren’t going to answer to some little kid.”

((OCC: oOPinkSquidOo Cerden is talking to Porm. :3))
 
Leo Steadman
Undergound shelter, eastern Valentia

Reacting to a knock on the door, Leo stood up. As he walked to the door, a female voice spoke mentioning that it was a shipment of parts. Leo shouted, "Hey dad, did you order some parts?" His father didn't respond as he must not have heard Leo. No matter. Opening the door, Leo looked at the girl who had the box and out his arms forward, gesturing for her to hand it over. "So do I have to sign for anything?"

Leo thought he had seen her deliver before, but it wasn't usually him that picked up anything from delivery, but he was available to do so. Leo would be nice to her but he hoped she would be more the Do-your-business-and-get-out type. Regardless, he put on his yellow sunglasses because his eyes weren't adjusted to the light coming from the door.
 
Pomoly Grimsher
Morris Castle.

Pomoly blushed as she managed to get the Dukes title wrong, trust her not to know anything about royalty. She tired to imagine what might happen if she called the Duke a King...would he be flattered or would he be so offended he'd chop her head off?

She thought about it quietly to herself as she headed into the castle, giving the guards a quick nod of thanks, noting that they were being rather helpful, not at all what she expected.

Then out of nowhere came the voice of someone new.

“Hey boy, what are you shouting for? The guards are aren’t going to answer to some little kid.”

Boy??? That was the billionth time she was called that over the past few days. Did she really look like a boy? Sure her face was covered in dirt and dust from traveling with those Orcs, sure her long pink hair was tucked into her boyish jacket and sure her clothes were so baggy that they hid her figure but really?

"I'm NOT a boy! I AM A GIRL!" She shouted, turning to face the man who addressed her in such a rude manner. "A-an-and...I'll h-have you know..." She suddenly became flustered. "...that they a-already helped me out!"

The man before her was incredibly tall, she had to bend her little neck right up to look at him, he had snow white hair but otherwise looked like an ordinary human, but he did look like he'd been in a fight or two.

"Y-you should learn to mind your own beeswax, o-old man!!!" She said finding her confidence and referring to his white hair, while wagging her finger at him. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to book an audience with the ki-erm...Duke!!" She turned her nose up at him and lifting one leg to the air, she rotated on the foot still on the ground and marched off. Short little arms swinging stiffly at her sides.

She'd had enough of weird strangers for one day! She wasn't about to get kidnapped by this weird white haired dude!!

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Charles
Morris Marketplace.

It was so relieving to hear that the guards weren't going to charge him for destroying their market place. Charles promised he'd make the stalls bigger and better than what they originally were.

It took a while but eventually he had fixed the fruit stall, he made the verandah bigger than it was before and helped make extra fruit boxes. He painted some apples on a new sign and stuck it up on top of the stall, stepping back to marvel at his work.

He even helped scrape new dry mud over the soggy slippery mud that little kid made when he used that water spell.

"There I done!" He smiled at the baker and the fruit stall man." waving an arm over his work so the others could see. Being a handyman had proven to be quite fun. He enjoyed it but couldn't help but think his skills would be put to better use as a body guard though. Unfortunately he didn't know where to start with finding that profession.
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((OOC: ...Dear god, I actually got a post up. HOLY CRAP MONKEYS! It's short, but sweet and to the point. I would also like to point out that the god-modding done in this post is suggested by and given permission by Phoebe.))

Tysorai said nothing as Ryan spoke, but listened as he worked. Once the lock had been picked and the door squealed open, Tysorai bent down and sifted through the taller guard's uniform. Ryan was right: he smelled, and he smelled bad. So bad, in fact, that Tysorai coughed and held his breath as he dragged a rusty, grimy key out of the man's inside pocket. He finally released his breath and walked over to the torch. When he returned to the cage, he did as Ryan suggested and threw it on the spot three paces to his left. The writing flared and burned, and Ty coughed and backed away as the smoke intensified. Taking a deep breath, the werewolf plunged through the smoke and grabbed onto the chains. Working quickly, he shoved the key into each magic lock and released Ryan's wrists. He didn't wait to see Ryan slump to the ground, but grabbed his legs and dragged the half-demon past the incantation and out into the main hall. He thought about it for a moment, then stopped as he pulled up alongside the corpse of the taller guard.

"There," Ty said. "You should fine now. Now get up and get out, before the duke's guards or the duke himself comes down." Tysorai walked towards the door, then paused at it. "And would you stop calling me fuzzball? You make me sound like a giant ferret."
 
Location: Ogre Peaks

The giant chimera growled as its first attack missed and turned, following its quarry into the cavern. It stood at the entrance of the cavern and its eyes glistened in the dim light. It let a throaty growl and suddenly belched a large amount of fire towards Aaron, seemingly filling the entire entrance.

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Location: Valentia - Eastern Districts - Underground Halfling haven

Chelsea smiled at the young man who opened. "Yep, just scribble a jot here!" she said cheerfully and held out a signature form on a hard pad. "Say, are you gonna go to the Magic Conference in Morris? They announced that this year it'll be open for one and all!" she blurted, excitedly as if she'd been bottling this up and yet asking everyone she met. "I wish I could go but my boss isn't giving me a day off!" she grumbled.

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Location: Castle Morris - Outer Courtyard - Office of Audience Booking

The clerk of the Audience Booking office was busy filling out preliminary forms with a quick, neat handwriting using a plumed quill, thinking it was a fairly quiet day. Audiences with the Duke were mostly done for the day as the whole castle was preparing for the conference of magic. The plump lady looked up, hearing some shouting and noted a young person (she found it a little hard to decide whether it was a girl or a buy) strutting towards the small office's open door.

The woman let a tiny sigh and putting her quill down, prepared to assist this potential customer.

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Location: Morris Marketplace

The venders were pretty impressed at the orc's handymanship but they also understood he was more eager for a different field of work. Once they'd all finished work, the fuit vender thanked him with an eager hand-shake and a helping of fruit, even if he was uncertain whether orcs actually ate fruit.

"Thanks a lot for your help. Zbiwvg! (Thanks!)" said the baker and patted him on the back. "I had a talk with the guards and if you'd like, they said that some guard posts were open at the castle. They're so busy up there with the preparations for the magic meet that they're looking for extra hands to arm some posts. I'm sure if you head up to the castle they'll give you some job to do."

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Location: Morris Castle - High Security Dungeon

"Ow," Ryan said rather mirthfully as Tysorai was dragging him across the floor and out of the circle. As soon as he was out of it, he felt his strength and mobility return.

"Thanks a lot, Ty, I owe you one, again," he said, sitting up and rubbing his wrists, then with a surprisingly agile move considering his condition, jumped to his feet. "Buuut, I can't let you leave just yet," he added, suddenly reaching over and grabbing the werewolf by the tail.

"You see, the Duke's violated me in ways I haven't allowed the ladies to do and it's pissed me off. He's also taken my beloved away and I'm not budging from this dump till I find her," he said, slinging his arm over Tysorai's shoulders. "Besides, the Duke's up to something and I wanna find out what. I'm gonna need a smart and fluffy assassin like yourself to help me out. If your honor and curiosity doesn't drive you to agree, my cuddly canine companion, how about I pay ya your usual fee and add a little bonus on top of that?"

Though aware it was a little wasted on Ty (in more than one ways) he grinned widely, showing pristine, sharp canines that gave away his part-demon heritage--in case the red eyes and pointed ears were not a giveaway...

"Which reminds me, I'll also need a shirt. I can't run around like this," he muttered, then bent over one of the guards. "Ah-HA, here it is," he said happily and yanked a pendant off him then kicked the body lightly. "Bitch, thought he could take my talisman," he muttered and slung it on himself.
 
At the glare and sharp words from the other elf, Flick smirked dryly and looked away from her again. He wasn't really in the mood to trade words with this woman, especially since it seemed she would be able to match him in sharp tongue.

But then again, pride always had been a flaw of his.

"They say misery loves company," he smiled at her, snapping his fingers absentmindedly, eyes now turned to the sky. "And if you're not too busy, spitfire." He turned his attention to the stable master. "I'd like my horse back please. I don't have all day and I have to get to Morris before I get old."
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Clair beamed at the man with closed eyes as she took the sheet of paper. "You're so kind officer." She tucked the paper into the waist of her dress like a paid lapdancer would. "But I doubt a slip of paper will do me much good. You see, things like that are only good on paper!" She stretched her arms behind her head with a slightly smaller smile.

"People are still going to hate us, don't you think?" She giggled, and took off with a skip, entering into Morris in search of the first place that sold food she could find.
 
Aaron Sohm
Ogre Peak's-Cavern​

Aaron saw the Baphomet fall into the cavern and not a second after it landed it let out a Belch of Fiery breath at Aaron,Aaron looked around and saw a small hole in the side of the wall he lept into it and used his sword to block it till the fire passed,once it did Aaron pushed out and rushed toward's the Baphomet taking no chance's he Swing's his sword sideway's aiming for it's head hopeing he at least cuts the monsters Tail Head off

Aaron: Haaaaa!!!
 
Location: Morris Castle Proper

After a through tour of the area, Raz and her red-head musician decided to get something to eat. After purchasing some exceptionally delicious wraps from a more exotic food booth -- which also liberally used potent spices -- the two settled down on a small garden bench near a tiny garden in a corner of the massive area. They happily ate as a small bad struck up another tune nearby.

"That third guitar needs to be tuned," Jazz said after a while, one ear cocked toward the band. "But that second guitar sounds beautiful. Almost like one of those rare ones I was telling you about."

"Fascinating. Eat your camel hump," Raz muttered.

Jazz dutifully took a bite. "Is that band from around here?"

Raz glanced in their direction. "Yup. Duke's musicians, actually. He has this thing against foreign bards or something. Won't allow a non-patriot to enter the castle."

OOC: Uh, Feebs, would Ryan recognize his beloved if he heard her? :8F:
 
Tysorai was fine and happy to have his job well-done, or as much as he could be. He even felt satisfied that he'd saved Ryan.

Then Ryan pulled him by the tail. And he was not happy.

Tysorai turned with a growl only to find Ryan beside him with an arm about his shoulders. Wise Ryan was not, but Tysorai gave him credit for his charisma and even his stones. So he did Ryan a favour and listened to his proposition. What caught his attention was not the Duke's misbehaviour apparent, nor was it the fee Ryan proposed (which, given Ty's standard fee, was rather handsome). It was the fact that no one - absolutely no creature - did as the Duke did and tortured his Ryan. To Tysorai's knowledge it had not been the duke responsible for torturing Ryan before, simply some sadistic court official. Now, however, there was new information.

Tysorai ducked out from under Ryan's arm and turned to face him. He regarded him levelly - or at least as levelly as one can without eyes to do so - and said, "I'll do one better, Ryan. I'll only charge you a quarter my fee." Nobody touches my friends...nobody. "You," Tysorai continued, "will have to lead the way, however, or give me a scent to follow. My vision is, after all, rather limited." He turned back and padded out the door, drawing his cloak around him and over his face again. "We may need a better disguise, though...do me a favour and put on some cuffs - I'm sure there's some around here - then lock them up and give me the key. You'll have to play along for a while." Tysorai turned back and grinned. "Besides; with you it's not often that I get to be on top."

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OOC: Aahh...innuendo, sweet innuendo. And it's true, for the most part xD
 
Threepwood Inn: Stables
Altair Aquilae

Aqui's eyes widened with the words the male elf used. While waiting unnecessarily patiently for the stable master to respond to the many that came into the stable, she had been simply talking to her mount, finding her stub at the same time. Then, this male elf comes in, and his last word startles her.

"... before I get old."

'Old' suddenly gains an echo, resonating in the elf's mind. A century wasn't a lot by Elvish standards, but for Aqui who had been amongst humans for some time, this felt... old.

"Urgh!"

Hissing in exasperation, she stormed ahead to the stable master, pushing the stub for her mount at him. "Take it! Take it!"
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Tali continued laughing, although not as hard as before, as the red headed monstrosity left. His pride seemed to be somewhat wounded… which made Tali all the more happy. He had muttered “good riddance” under his breath as he left. This only caused more giggles to erupt from Tali, whose eyes were closed as she continued her laughter. I am quite sure the feeling is mutual of everyone, Tali thought to herself.

The Stablemaster had gone to the back to bring her Berhu, who she really longed to see. After all, Berhu was her only friend in the world. They had been through many journeys together. They had gone from caves, to rich fields, to snowy capped mountains. She had never gone on an adventure like that with anyone else. And throughout all of it, Berhu never left her side. When she got sick, Berhu was there. When she had gotten beaten by a Cyclops, it was Berhu that saved her hide.

So needless to say, when the Stablemaster returned, she ran up to Berhu and hugged him. His fur was long and soft, and he looked as if he had eaten a horse. Had he eaten a horse? After all, they were in a stable… She was about to say a word of thanks to the Stablemaster (an event that was rare for Tali, however after taking care of Berhu so well, and the comedy act, she felt obligated), when a voice from behind her interrupted. “They say misery loves company,” the other male elf said from behind her.

“And if you’re not too busy, spitfire. I’d like my horse back please. I don’t have all day and I have to get to Morris before I get old.” Tali thought about it for a second. He was obviously another mage… a light mage by the looks of his staff. The journey to Morris was long… she would have to cross a river, and anything could happen on the way there, and Tali didn’t much care for confrontation…

Tali got a plan in her mind… it would require some of her best acting skills. “Oh… A-are you on your way to Morris as well,” Tali asked, her voice going up a slight pitch as she spoke. Her plan was to sound as helpless as they came. “It it quite a long journey… and I am ever so afraid something will happen to me.” She walked slowly in front of him and looked up at him with the biggest pair of doughy eyes she had. “You look like you can handle your own… Please… would you kindly accompany me on the way to Morris? Terrible things can happen to a small, frail, vulnerable, woman like myself…”

If she was auditioning for a part in a play, she would have won it right then and there. Even her eyes were slowly tearing up. Of course, if we do get surrounded I am just going to run and leave you for dead. It was then the other Elf spoke up. Tali looked away from the male and she then realized who the woman was. That short blond hair… green clothes… it was Altair, and Altair knew Tali enough to call her out on her lies.

“O-oh… Altair, I did not realize that was you over there,” Tali was trying to play it safe now. Perhaps if she was kind to her, she wouldn’t call Tali out on the con she was trying to run on the male Elf. “How have you been? Well, I hope…”
 
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