[Real RP!] - Have Party, Will Travel

Cerden couldn’t help but just laugh mockingly at this girl(who looked like a boy). Before she could even finish her sentence, she realized that Cerden was a foot senior of her height. And for someone that little to be so loud definitely is laughing worthy. Without the girl knowing, Cerden gave her a little look to see what she was, and how exactly someone that small could boast so loudly. However, before Cerden could do that, she spoke, and loud at that.

"I'm NOT a boy! I AM A GIRL!"

Cerden was about to respond to that, but he decided to wait until she was finished speaking, and by the time she was able to reach the end of her talk, she realized that Cerden was taller than her. Her words then became partially stuttered.

*"A-an-and...I'll h-have you know..."*She suddenly became flustered.*"...that they a-already helped me out!"*

Cerden said nothing. His body did not move, but the only thing that did happen was a burst of laughter out of his mouth. One might say that it was even louder than this girl’s loud tone. “Please, these snobs wouldn’t help a bo--girl like you. Especially if you don’t know how to ask properly. .” Cerden said as his laughter eased up allowing his words to be heard clearly, but still his laughing kept up for a while longer.

"Y-you should learn to mind your own beeswax, o-old man!!!"*

The laughter stopped. Cerden’s left eye began to twitch in an anger manner. Gary had noticed this a few times when someone called him an old man. Knowing this, Gary ducked his head, and prepared for full-on rage-fit from Cerden.

Picking up this little girl by her baggy clothes, Cerden turned her body to face him. “Listen here little girl, I’m not old; just at an age that I look old, but I’m not.” Cerden said right up to her face. It was so close that you could smell the ale trailing from his breath, and onto anybody nearby. “Now as for your ‘so-called’ meeting with the King, you’re going to have to wait. I’ve traveled quite a ways to deliver some stupid-ass jewel to this snob king.” Cerden said asserting his dominance.

“So, now I’m going to let you down. And when I do, you better scram, or my Gryphon and yourself will get a chance to get friendly.” Cerden said appointing that Gary would ‘handle” the girl if she got smart.

After putting the girl down, Cerden proceeded to the front desk and simply waited until the guards came back.
 
Pomoly Grimsher
Morris Castle

"Whoahhack!!!" She spluttered as she was lifted from where she stood. It took moments for her to register what was going on but it seemed that the old man didn't like being called an old man. He had her in the air with ease. Her little legs and arms kicking and punching and swiping at him but they were too short to reach.

“Listen here little girl, I’m not old; just at an age that I look old, but I’m not. Now as for your ‘so-called’ meeting with the King, you’re going to have to wait. I’ve traveled quite a ways to deliver some stupid-ass jewel to this snob king.”

What was with today?? First Orcs now this guy? Her nose wrinkled up as he spoke, his breath was strong and smelt of alcohol.

“So, now I’m going to let you down. And when I do, you better scram, or my Gryphon and yourself will get a chance to get friendly.”

The man finally placed her down. Pom couldn't help but take another glance at the Griffon. She'd never seen one before, it certainly looked ferocious she wondered if her Wolf Duke would even stand a chance against that thing... Probably not. Her attention went back at the man who'd now taken her place to see the Duke. This was not on. She was here first and her matter was more important than his. No threat was going to stop her from getting an audience with the law man of these parts.

"Oh no you don't!!" She said loudly, stomping over to the man, her small arms swinging back and forth with purpose! Once up behind him she pulled back her little leg and brought it forward as hard as she could into the back of the 'old man's' knee.

"I WAS HERE FIRST YOU SCOUNDREL!!! You can't just come in here and take a ladies place!!" She was on a roll now, no stuttering would appear here. "I have more important matters to attend to than your stupid gem! You shouldn't push in front of a lady anyway or threaten one for that matter!! Who taught you your manners? Your family dog?? I will not stand for this." She turned around and scanned the halls with a crazed look in her eye. She was looking for something.

"I will find a guard or... or... my Orc friend who I met outside!! He'll show you!" Unfortunately she wasn't actually friends with the Orc she met outside and she had no idea where he was, but at least the 'friendly' guards would help.

"Oh and by the way, brush your teeth!" she added for good measure.

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Charles
Morris Market Place > Morris Castle

Charles small pig like eyes lit up with glee as he heard that the guards were looking for helpers. This would be the right kind of work to kick start him into his career of choice. Body Guarding. Maybe one day he'd even body guard for someone rich and famous. Then everyone would love him.

He finished day dreaming and thanked the men for their generosity, taking the fruit and the bread off their hands. He then left the market place, giving a small wave to them one last time.

The walk to the castle wasn't too long but he did manage to finish off his bread loaf and fruit before getting there. He had a big appetite. Charles didn't forget about Bunny though and placed a small bite of Apple into it's mouth. The rabbit who considered itself a prisoner ate it happily.

Charles then made his way up the castle stairs and looked at the two little knights standing in front of it.

"You give job me, ok?" He said stupidly thinking these men would give him his guard job. Charles folded his arms and waited. "I have own armour."
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((OOC: :awesome: Heehee, innuendos~ I predict that Ryan and Ty will be making everyone uncomfortable...and I LOVE IT. ))

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Location: Morris Castle - High Security Dungeon

Ryan was almost oblivious to the lycan's annoyance at the tail grab. He never cared much for not pissing people off, anyway. He wasn't sure just how much Ty would be interested in doing a heroic deed and help him screw the Duke over. Thankfully though, Ryan hadn't quite lost his touch with words.

He grinned wider at Ty's words and if anyone could've seen him, the bard's part-fiend nature would be as evident in his physical features as it would be in his look, filled with delight at the prospect of mischief, subterfuge and all-round chaos.

Ryan picked up a pair of ordinary cuffs, plain iron that would do nothing to hold him back and clicked them on without hesitation, then took Ty's fuzzy hand and put the key he found with them in.

"I'll trust you for this one, Ty, but keep in mind the tale of Vargas the Cocky, the knight who tried to screw over a bard," he said with a chuckle, referring to a rather famous tale of a knight who insulted and injured a bard...who later got back at him by humiliating him, ruining his reputation, depriving him of his titles...and his wife and daughter. "Heh-heh-heh...I didn't realize you swung that way, Ty. Maybe after we're done with this I'll show you a good time~" he added with cheek.

To complete their disguise, Ryan threw on a dirty shirt that belonged to some other prisoner who'd likely met his maker in this dungeon.

Suddenly Ryan stopped briefly and muttered a low curse as he heard something coming from the outside, through the dungeon's narrow windows. "Bloody hell, Ty," he said quietly, sounding entirely unamused. "Do you hear that?! Some ass has gotten their hands on my beloved! Oh gods, just listen to that, it's horrible! What're they doing to my baby!?"

His entire outlook changed and he seemed to practically bristle with indignation. "We've got to get her, Ty, I can hear her screaming in agony! She must be in the main court yard--that's where they'd gather all the out of town visitors, of course they'd wanna show off. I wouldn't be surprised if that's where the Duke plans to unveil his new power in a display designed to frighten the whole of Boletaria!"

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Location: Ogre Peaks - Cavern

The Baphomet's fire stream was not endless, so the creature had to pause for a breath and to see if it got its quarry, when the young warrior leaped out at it, startling the beast. The chimera tried to jump aside and avoid him, but the narrow space of the cavern turned against it. It got its head out of the way but its tail paid the price.

It roared angrily and in pain as the sword sliced through the snake that made up it's tail, severing it almost halfway down. The Baphomet backpedaled with more roaring, while its severed tail fell to the ground and thrashed around with weak hissing noises as the death spasms wracked its body.

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Location: Threephwood - The Broken Wand Inn - Stables.

"Well, there ya go, miss," the Stablemaster said, giving the bear a pat on the back as he let it go to its master. "Don't often see bear mounts these days."

He then turned to deal with the other impatient elf. He looked a little taken aback from her attitude. "Ahm, certainly miss," he muttered, not wanting to start yet another scene. "Oh here, gimmie your receipt stub too, chap," he said to the other, male elf. "If you're all in such a hurry to get to Morris, by the way, there's an airship service right down in Dragon Scratch square that's set up flights to Morris especially for the conference. You can be there in two hours tops. Morris is usin' it as a promotion for the conference, even, so its dirt cheap today," he muttered, ready to head into the horse stables and fetch the two mounts.

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Location: Morris Castle - Main Courtyard

The lady at the front desk of the Audience Booking office raised an eyebrow at the commotion outside and stared blankly as the tall man and the younger child bickered very loudly. She sighed and rubbed her forehead, tempted to call the guards to cart them both off. But these kind of squabbles were all too common in front of the office when people started shouting about how their reason to see the Duke was so much more important than the others'.

"Welcome to the Audience Booking Office of Castle Morris, how can I help you?" she droned dully at the man who came in first. Then she paused and looked behind him at the girl. "Look, sweetie, I know he pisses you off, but now its a done deal. Just wait for a moment, booking an audience doesn't take that long."

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Location: Morris Castle - Courtyard Entrance

The two guards posted outside of the entrance to the courtyard were a bit surprised to see the orc approach so...gingerly and asked for work. After a slight moment of awkward silence, the two looked at each other and one of them shrugged in a rather confused way.

"Uh, hang on..." one muttered, and turned to the side, calling towards a small window that was above and to the right of his post. "Hey Vlad, do you mind comin' down here and taking this guy over to the hire desk? Boris was here earlier saying they were short on guards for the courtyard."

A few moments later, a guard who presumably was off duty at the moment, judging from the fact that he wore no helmet and had taken his chestplate off, came through a side door in the gate structure, looking a big frazzled.

"What, this guy?" he blurted, eying Charles up and down. "Sure, I guess..." he added awkwardly and gestured to the orc to follow him. "C'mon this way, I'll show you where you get a post..." he said, suppressing a yawn.
 
Threepwood Inn: Stables
Altair Aquilae

Admittedly, Aqui wasn't in the mood to go recognizing people. More so for one who would call her by her first name - which was usually reserved for more formal occasions. Still, it was rude to disregard the female elf. Turning to the elf, she smiled.

"Hi!"

She would have followed up with a name if she had remembered a name. Looking awkwardly at the smaller sized elf, she cursed in her mind. "Hi, uh, Rebecca!" She attempted, quickly knowing her mistake.

"Chris! Uh... Jill!... Uh... Claire! Um.... Sheva...!"

It was almost as if her mind was playing tricks on her. As soon as she called out those names, a mental image would just float up from some unknown depth of her mind. Almost like a zombie, it would creep into the center stage of her mind, ostentatiously pointing out her rather embarrassing mistake.

Thankfully, the stable master decided to serve her at this point in time, taking her receipt stub.

He offered the group some general advice before going back into the horse stables to take their mounts. Taking this chance to look back at the small female elf that knew her name, she sighed.

"You can just call me Aqui. I'm sorry I forgot your name..."
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Aaron Sohm
Ogre Peak's-Cavern​

Aaron missed the monsters head but cut off the Poison fanged Snake Tail,as the monster Writhes in pain Aaron takes another shot at it Swinging his sword down aiming for his head again

Aaron:I got you this time!?

The Blade Glow's Orange as he swing's his blade down you can feel the power in the air

((OOC:The Orange Glow is my Crushing Blow move,focus's alot of power into the blade,if it dodge's it will create a Fissure and blow up dust maybe the Baphomet will run deeper into the caves xD))
 
Location: Morris Castle/Courtyard

The two continued to eat their exotic dishes, which were only available this one time during the year. Some belly dancers sashayed near. One particularly well-endowed dancer flashed her long lashes at Jazz, her eyes appreciatively running over his tall form, lingering on the red hair that was such a rarity. She danced so close to Jazz that the tassels on her costume brushed his shirt. If she sneezed, she'd probably fall out of that ridiculous costume -- and knock herself out in the process.

Jazz looked incredibly embarrassed by the lewd assessment and offer, blushing so fiercely that his freckles were in danger of vanishing.

Raz was not amused. She met and held the dancer's eyes with her own. Black sclera and blood-red irises gleamed dangerously for a moment. Her hand twitched toward the grip of the hand crossbow clipped to her belt. Not once did she blink.

The dancer quickly sashayed in another direction, the little chimes on her fingers tapping out a rapid beat.

"What're you laughing about?" Raz asked a moment later. Jazz had helplessly burst out laughing, one hand pressed to his forehead.

"Oh, nothing, nothing. You're...." He appeared to grapple for the right words. "You're constantly surprising."

"Good. I like to keep people on their toes." A pause. Then, "Wait, are we talking about good surprises or bad ones?"

Snorting, Jazz swallowed a bite and said, "Mostly good ones. The rest are just.... odd."

"Odd?" she prompted.

"Well... like this: Why do you live in Morris if you hate the dutchy so much?" He gestured broadly to indicate the castle and the city beyond. "I not entirely certain getting why getting fired would be such an incentive for you to hate the Duke so much, either."

Raz nodded, chewing slowly as she considered his question. Then, very quietly, she spoke. "Well, I hate them and what that Duke did to me an the others. We were bred to be his bodyguards. I have no childhood, I only have training. I have no family outside the other trainees. I'm shunned for these eyes I have because of his magical experiments on us. The entire goal of my life was to protect him -- it's all I ever wanted to do. And just before I was approved for duty, he scraps the project, tosses all of us out on the streets without so much as an apology. He didn't take my job away, he took my entire purpose away." Raz tossed away the little that was left of her meal -- her appetite had vanished.

"And I stay here because in Morris, the people are used to me. I have a home here now and I don't fancy moving. And besides all that, my only friend lives here. Why would I want to leave?"

Jazz blushed again, this time with shame. He was one of the few people Raz had ever met that couldn't hide his feelings if his life depended on it. She saw the embarrassment wash through him. "I'm sorry.... that was so tactless of me...." he began, trying to find words to encompass the scope of his blunder.

Raz grinned and tousled his hair. "Don't worry about it. It was a good question anyway. I'm surprised I didn't explain that to you before now."

A sour note sounded from the band and she glanced over, frowning. "You're right, that guitar does sound amazing, but the idiot that's fumbling with it couldn't find his own ass with both hands."
 
She didn’t remember who she was! Tali couldn’t have asked for better luck. For if she had remembered who Tali was, she could have called her out on her lies right then and there. However, as things were now… why not try to rope her into it as well? After all, if Tali remembered correctly, Altair had magical ability as well. “My, Aqui… I am Tali. We met long ago. Are you, perhaps, going to Morris as well?” Looking up at her with the same eyes that she looked at the male Elf with, she started her acting up again.

“I am quite afraid of traveling alone,” Tali said, playing with her fingers nervously. “It would be wonderful to have some company…” As she said everything, she couldn’t help but think of what would happen if they were attacked. Tali, of course, would run and leave them behind. However, what else could she do? Perhaps steal their belongings while they were not looking? There were so many things… Of course, no one could tell what Tali was thinking. To them, she must have looked like a small, helpless young lady.

Little did they know, she was anything but.
 
Cerden and Gary
Location: Morris Castle - Main Courtyard​

There were a lot of mixed feelings up in the air, but mostly was irritation on both Cerden’s and possibly this little girls side. Cerden had these feelings cause the little twerp kicked him in the back of the knee, and for a little tike she sure kicked him quite hard. Cerden hasn’t been kicked that hard since his last meeting with the guards back east. They sure weren’t friendly.

“You little brat, I’ll get--” Cerden said as the front desk lady spoke, and she was talking directly to Cerden as it was obvious when she had to stand up, and lift her head upwards to get a decent look at Cerden.

"Welcome to the Audience Booking Office of Castle Morris, how can I help you?"

Somewhat limping, Cerden favored his right knee as it was still aching from that kick, but he didn’t really let it bother him much. He walked up to the front desk, and quickly placing both hands on the desk in a slamming motion, Cerden spoke quite loudly(not as loud as the girl). “I’ve been traveling quite a ways to deliver some piece-of-shit gem to the king..duke or whatever he calls himself. So, book me a meeting with him pronto.”
 
"Are you bullshitting me?" Flick raised a brow as he stroked his mount, Lar's, mane. "You changed your tune awfully fast."

"I mean, I preferred the bitch, to be honest," he said with the slightest of smirks as he propped his elbow up on Lara's back, much to her displeasure. "And I'd be happy to travel with you. But if you're a damsel in distress, you'd be better with someone a little more shining armor, now wouldn't you?"
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Clair entered the courtyard, earning a few looks from people, both citizens of Morris and out of towners, though nothing quite as extreme as what she had received outside the city walls, that was for certain.

Sitting down on a nearby bench, she leaned over to the other man on the bench, looking a little uncomfortable; discomfort which was only set to get worse as Clair leaned over, innocently asking "What's a Duke? I heard one was going to be here. They sound tasty. Is it something you can eat?"

She had asked this rather loudly, and the people surrounding her dispersed, followed by her bench companion. She blinked as she was suddenly alone, staring at the sky in confusion.

"Where did everyone go?"
 
Tali knew when she had been busted on a con… and she had been busted now. She wasn’t too happy about it, either. Most people would have fallen for her song and dance with little to no resistance. She pet Berhu for a bit before she snapped back. “Hmph… Well, if we are both going to Morris we may as well travel together. You cannot blame me for wanting a little company, can you? At least now I do not have to pretend to be nice to you. It was almost more than I can bear.”

She climbed on the top of Berhu’s back, and as usual, it looked as if he didn’t even notice her up there. “You should be jumping at the prospect of traveling with me, you know… A beautiful thing like myself offering you a chance to travel with someone as amazing as me, it is almost unheard of. You can lead the way, if you like.”
 
((OOC: Hate having to say this so much, because I hate doing it in the first place, but god-modding with Ryan in this post is done with permission by Phoebe))

Ty accepted the key and grabbed a hold of the chains binding Ryan's shackles. He hadn't gripped it for a second, though, when Ryan froze in spot. He's not getting cold feet, is he?

"Bloody hell, Ty," Ryan said quietly. "Do you hear that?! Some ass has gotten their hands on my beloved! Oh gods, just listen to that, it's horrible! What're they doing to my baby!?" Ty flinched slightly. Ryan was serious.

After a moment, Ty re-focused his attention on leading Ryan along, but Ryan was adamant. He stood stock-still and Tysorai heard him say, "We've got to get her, Ty, I can hear her screaming in agony! She must be in the main court yard--that's where they'd gather all the out of town visitors, of course they'd wanna show off. I wouldn't be surprised if that's where the Duke plans to unveil his new power in a display designed to frighten the whole of Boletaria!"

Tysorai bristled this time. "You're mad, you know that? You can just buy another one; if it means that much, dammit, I'll buy it for you. God knows I'm swimming in gold and platinum.

"But I'm not going to lead us on a suicide mission. Don't you..." Tysorai stopped and sniffed. He could smell Ryan's anger and indignity. Literally; the half-demon had a hot stinging scent pouring off his body. Tysorai let out a sigh, and said, "Alright, alright, we'll get your music box." He shoved the key into Ryan's shackles and undid them. "But if you screw this up I'm going to leave you to the Duke." There goes a perfectly good plan out the window...Tysorai perked up. Out the window. The main courtyard. That was it.

"Say...can you still make your blood armor into that beastly form?"
 
((OOC: Same as Jon, any god-modding with Ty is done with Jon's permission...and according to the Rule of Funny :3 ))

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Location: Ogre Peaks - Cavern

The Baphomet blurted a pained roar as its tail was severed and after grunting in pain, retreated hastily and scurried deeper into the cavern, hoping to use the subterranean darkness to ambush a prey that suddenly turned predator.

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Location: Morris Castle - Main Courtyard

The booking lady frowned and glared at Cerden over her glasses. "Young man, that sort of attitude will get you nowhere and if you keep that up it may even land you in our dungeons," she warned him and then pored over her books. "But that's your problem. The Duke has an opening in 20 minutes, and you'll only have 5 minutes to get your business done. His Excellence has an extremely busy day."

She scribbled down some notes on her notepad and then handed Cerden a paper. "This is your appointment slip. It includes a map of the castle as well. You need to head to the audience hall indicated on the map, and be on time or you'll miss your appointment and will have to re-schedule."

Meanwhile, in the courtyard proper, some guards had to deal with the confusion caused by a part-fiend's seemingly oblivious comment about the Duke. The guards seemed to be keeping their eye on the part-fiend and a trio of them discussed something quietly before one of them took off in a hurry, as if he needed to make an urgent report of some kind.
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Location: Morris Castle - High Security Dungeon

When Ty mentioned leaving his baby behind, Ryan's tone and attitude changed rapidly. His eyes narrowed and he grabbed Ty by the shoulders, not violently, but firmly enough to have his attention. "Listen here, fuzz, that is not just any random instrument that you can pick up at any hack lute shop. It's more important than you can imagine and we don't have time for me to explain it properly now!" He'd nearly hissed that, underlining the importance that they get to the court-yard.

Satisfied with Ty's reply that was more favorable he gave the lycan a quick pat on the back and smiled again. "Good, I knew we'd get along," he said, sounding completely relaxed again. "Don't worry. I won't screw up. My own ass is on the line here too, after all.

He paused for a moment at Ty's question, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, sure, I still have enough stamina and blood for that. Why?"

Ryan heard a truly bad twang amid the faint music and cringed. That was so badly off key that even Ty would've been able to realize it was a gross mistake. "Oh man, that physically hurt," he groaned and then turned on himself, undoing any healing his body might've managed to his wounds, breaking scabs and rubbing barely clotted wounds to get them bleeding again.

Blood started to seep out of them and then crawled upwards and around his face and head, shaping into a truly abominable mask of some imaginary beast, with eyes that really glistened red and a perfectly moving jaw that followed his movements accurately. More blood gathered around his neck and hardened into metal in such a way that the whole thing looked like it was growing out of his skin rather than merely resting on it like a mask. Horns and spikes jutted out of the metal as more swirled around his forearms and down to his feet up to the shins in a similar fashion, shaping like massive, monstrous claws. He finished his horrendous display by making the blood pooling over his open wounds and sores harden into metal that spread like veins, giving the impression that this armor was growing out of his skin.

"This is the best I can manage with what I have, Ty," Ryan said with a small pant and his voice rather conveniently distorted by the grotesque armor. "I haven't eaten anything for hours and I've been bled so I'm low on blood. It'll have to do for now. I almost wish you could see and tell me how I look," he chuckled and then blurted a rather nasty growl to check how he sounded.
 
Aaron Sohm
Ogre Peak-Cavern's​

Aaron:...Damn it went deeper into the cave..

Aaron strikes a match and open's the glass door to the candle on the helmet,once it's lit he closes the door..Weapon drawn he slowly walk's further inside the cave,following the trail of blood from the creatures severe wound..

Aaron:Be alot easier if i had a map to this place...

As he follows the blood to a dead end,he realizes he's in a perfect spot for a ambush noticing this he quickly turn's around and keeps his Sword in a defensive position preparing for a attack from the beast
 
Pomoly Grimsher
Morris Castle

How rude! Pomoly thought as the woman let the man through first. Had no one around here ever heard of the saying 'ladies first'?? Obviously not. She waited impatiently behind the man - who seemed to now walk with a limp after she'd kicked him, and she tapped her foot.

She managed a smirk though as the woman behind the counter told him off for his terrible language. Then as he was given his audience pass Pom decided she had waited long enough and now was her turn to be served.

She stomped up to the desk, peering over it at the woman and smiled politely. "Uhm.... excuse me miss, I'd like to see the king... ugh I mean Duke. I have very important matters to discuss with him."

She hoped the woman would find some time for her today, she couldn't wait any longer, she'd been through a hell of an ordeal just getting here which wasn't even her original destination and damn them all if she wasn't going to get at least one thing she wanted.

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Charles
Castle Entrance

Well it looked as though Charles luck was good this morning as one of the guards allowed him to try out as a guard. He was told to follow and Charles did exactly that.

He noticed that the guard looked rather tired and unenthusiastic. He wondered why, was guard work not as exciting as he thought? What could be more fun than standing guard and protecting the peace?

Eventually they were at the Hire desk and Charles walked up to the counter waiting to be served. He was trying to be on his best behaviour.
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Threepwood Inn: Stables
Altair Aquilae

Aqui was watching the exchange between the two with more confusion than understanding. She hadn't noticed the female elf until the latter approached her and made her realized they were acquainted at some point. Then there was this male elf whom she did not know, and seems to know this 'Tali' better than she did.

Nevertheless, she decided to join the conversation rather than to stand aside awkwardly.

"Yeah. It's nice to travel with someone as amazing as Tali!"

A random comment apt for a random intrusion into a conversation. She quickly mimicked Tali, climbing atop her mount as soon as the stable master brought it along.

"As she says. As she says~"
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((OOC: Blah blah blah, same disclaimer about god-modding with Phoebs...you know we really have to stop doing this, Phoebs. It'll give off the impression that we're amateurs.))

Ty did his level best to ignore the slimey-cum-metallic sound of Ryan's blood shifting over his body, but to no avail. "Do you realize that my blindness is a blessing in disguise?" Ty quipped. "I'd hate to have to see exactly what your blood is doing right now. It sounds disgusting enough without the visuals." When the sound had stopped, and Ryan spoke, Ty felt that it was safe enough to return his focus to the task at hand. Ignoring his comrade's rather bloodlust growl, Tysorai mounted himself on Ryan's back. Tilting his head down and rapping his knuckle on the spiky helmet Ryan had made, Tysorai said, "Don't get any ideas. I'm just riding you down...oh, never mind."

Tysorai smelled again. "I'm going to need your eyes to pull this off right. I can hear where your guitar is, so I'll send a knife into the person holding it, but you need to go for the others nearby. I'll also need you to tell me which direction the Duke himself is in, so that I can latch on to a scent and follow it." Tysorai inhaled the fresh air coming out of a window to his left. "There, jump outside that one, just to our left, and pick your target. By the time the musicians themselves see us, it'll be too late. And that crowd will thin rather nicely too; not as many targets to get in our way.

"And I'm aware I'm talking to myself, thank you readers, but at least I have the good manners to let Ryan in on a little of the plan."

((OOC: WALL BREAKER! Short post, but in this situation...many will be abound. Can't wait for some action, so Ty can really sink his teeth into the story. Literally.))
 
Cerden
Morris Castle: King's meeting room​

Shrugging off the warnings that the lady at the desk said, Cerden proceeded to walk towards where the king/duke was, but before he did, he signaled Gary in manner that hinted for Gary to just fly around until Cerden was done with his meeting. Since it wouldn’t take too much time to talk with his royal hiney, and deliver the gem, Cerden felt no need to bring Gary along. Plus, it’ll give him a chance to examine the said prodigy that people have been raving on about him throughout Angria.

"But that's your problem. The Duke has an opening in 20 minutes, and you'll only have 5 minutes to get your business done. His Excellence has an extremely busy day."*

Those words echoed in his mind as Cerden walked rather fast to get to the King in time. Honestly, why do people call him ‘the duke’. That term is always a stupid one to be used when referencing to some high ruler or something. The official term is always the king, at least that’s what Cerden prefers.

“Well, here I am.” Cerden said as he came to the door of the Young King. He stood in a sturdy stance, and he just opened the door without knocking. Heck, not like Cerden really cared for any form of politeness. “ YO ROYAL DUKEY! You here?!” Cenden shouted making his presence known.
 
(( OOC: Busy, busy, busy... :D Get ready everyone, the party's about to begin. ))

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Location: Morris Castle - Duke's Audience Hall

Everybody in the audience hall, the Duke, his two assistants, his head-of-court, all the present guests and the guards--all stared right at the door and the strange man that stood there, rather awkwardly.

The Duke, seated on his throne and in the middle of a discussion with his head-of-court about the audience he was about to receive, looked the most awkward. He was a tall and charming man of about fourty, smartly dressed in a sophisticated outfit of slim breeches, a white shirt and a heavily embroidered dark vest, all topped with a sleek short cloak and elegant boots. He had a fairly handsome face with black hair and a carefully trimmed moustache. He wore no crown, just a plain gold circlet with three white gems.

"Er...come forward, good sir," blurted the head-of-court awkwardly, noting that they were short on time anyway.

"Yes, please," the Duke added with a kind tone and sat up straight. "What brings you to my court today, traveler?"

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Location: Morris Castle - Lower levels - Courtyard overlook

Ryan blurted a chuckle at Ty's disgust. He never got tired of the reactions his power of manipulating blood brought in people. He helped Ty haul onto his back and created a thick wire to support him and keep him from sliding off.

"Just try not to kill anybody we don't need to kill. A lotta people down there are innocents," he said, grinning at Ty's rambling. "Hey, you forgot to mention that if anything's going to bring the Duke and his demonic hobby out in the fore, this is it. Let's go throw a rock at the hornet's nest!"

He grabbed onto the ledge of the window, gave himself a small boost to get onto the edge and looked down at the busy courtyard. He grinned under his mask.

"Don't try this at home, kids! We're experts~!" he chuckled and looking straight down at the band, zeroing on the idiot holding his baby, he jumped.

It happened fast; they dropped onto the roof of a section of the castle, Ryan landing on legs and and arms to break his fall, shattering shingles as he went. Then the bard jumped off it again like an animal, rebound once more off a wall and finally landed with a resounding thud in the middle of the band's stage. Fortunately, the crowd had already seen him and the musicians jumped aside when he landed there with a loud thud, sending seats flying. Much of the crowd fled and guards got startled and struggled to get some order straight.

"You!" Ryan said angrily, pointing at the hapless musician, clutching a good looking guitar with a red finish. "You're a disgrace to all musicians! You call yourself a bard!? I could give that priceless instrument to a drunken horse and get a better tune!"

He towered over the quibbling musician and snatched the guitar away with a grunt. "Your inability is just telling...this doesn't belong to you, does it?"

"N-N-N-No sir! Th-th-the Duke gave it to me! Ohpleasedon'tkillmepleasedon'tkillme..." the bard stammered and crumbled into a pathetic heap on the ground.

Ryan didn't touch him though, he just held the guitar tenderly, despite the monstrous gauntlets covering his arms. "I'll show you music..."

He tuned the guitar momentarily with surprisingly delicate motions and then strummed it. A reverberating, strong and pleasantly tingling sound echoed across the courtyard. He maintained the vibe with a quick treble of the fingers on the strings and then strummed another chord right as the first one was about to extinguish itself.

Auditory perfection.

"This...is my guitar, losers," he said with a rather evil, pleased tone. "And that vibe should get the attention of the big cheese, dontcha think, pooch?"

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Location: Morris Castle - Audience Bookings

The lady at the booking counter looked over at the young lady and smiled back. "Certainly dearie, hang on."

She leafed through the booklet in front of her. "Oh curses, the next opening's tomorrow, I'm afraid," she said, looking really sorry.

Then she eyed the girl up and considered the scene she'd seen earlier. "Tell you what though...if you keep it quiet. I'll squeeze you in for a 15-minute audience, right after the Duke gives his inaugural speech for the conference. That'll be in half an hour, will that do? It's the best I can get you, it should be good enough to get an ear in with the Duke."

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Location: Morris Castle - Entrance - Guard Volunteer Desk

"Top of the mornin', Captain," the guard leading the orc called to the officer at the make-shift conscription desk.

"Spare me the niceties, what've we got?" the officer, an older man with a fancy had blurted. "Ooh, got us a por--erm, an orc fella, have we? Big lad I see, that'll do. Right, report to the main court now, to Sergeant Boffins and--Blimey timbers, what's that racket!?"

A loud roar reached them as the crowd gathered in the courtyard seemed to shift and started moving en masse, heading for the courtyard's gates. Some people were mentioning a monster in the midst of it all and others mentioned a rebellion. Almost everyone was calling for guards. And amid that racket, a clear, melodious strum traveled over for just a moment.

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Location: Ogre Peak - Caverns

Suddenly the beast leaped out of the darkness, rushing him with its front legs extended in an effort to grab him and its mouth gaping open as it spewed yet more fire at him, trying to capture him in its grasp.
 
Aaron Sohm
Ogre Peak's-Cavern​


Aaron: Shi...

Aaron see's the Baphomet lunge forward,Aaron Backstep's but the monster shoot's flames as well Aaron Cannot dodge it but instead uses one of his move's to overpower the flame's,His Body is Eveloped in a Black Aura it Expand's and Explodes dispelling the fire and pushing the Baphomet into the Air.

Taking this chance Aaron Circle's around it blocking it's escape,as he stops black lightning appear's on Aaron and he fall's to one knee.

Aaron:...Damn..I used too much power on that..I gotta end it before it's too late...

Aaron Focus' his stance and waits for the Baphomet's move live or die this will be the end of one of them.
 
Location: Morris Castle


Raz saw the odd humanoid creature bounce from rooftop to rooftop before landing with a thud on the bandstand. She was on her feet and drawing Wasp -- her custom made hand-crossbow -- before the reverbrations of its landing had faded.

Probably a part-fiend, she thought, taking in the spiky, irregular armor-like shell on what appeared to be a man. She'd fought plenty of them in her lifetime, fought beside some too -- good warriors, all of them. Just as dangerous as she was.

And she knew from experience that the only part-fiend that made an entrance like that was one that meant business. Her kind of business.

Raz aimed and let fly a bolt. The bolt struck the man in the shoulder and tinked off the dark shell on his body. Raz tossed Wasp to Jazz, who caught it automatically.

"Stay here," she ordered. Jazz nodded. Already the guards were mobilizing -- their quick recovery a tribute to their superb training. But the rush of panicked merchants and citizens kept them penned up near the gates, unable to push through the masses despite their roaring orders. The only one close enough and adequately trained was her.

Drawing Thirst, her rune-covered sword, Raz swiftly advanced to meet this new foe. The magically enhanced blade hummed as she swung it through the air, aimed at his neck.
 
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