Author: Degant123, Posted: Sat Sep 28, 2019 8:29 PM, Post Subject: Erimia Outskirt Crash Landing

At first Johann just kind of stared at the entire group in slight disbelief, trying to gather his thoughts about the situation at hand. So, from the information he was provided, this entire situation is an result of this wierd and scantly clad lass, falling from the sky and into the tree before them. The first person to appear at the scene was the men who was now speaking in an manner that just rubbed the mercenary in the most wrong way possible but at least from what he could get he was in similar position to his own. The strange pale woman introduced herself as Cao Lixue, a rather strange namein his opinion, she was probably native Ataiyo since, in his recolation, people and things from that nation oft had similar names. And something about treatment……well he didn't see any medical kit on her so he assumed that she was a Priestess of sorts….although the garb she wore didn't look like any garb associated with any god or religion he knew, probably something connected to her homeland again. Then came time to the little Fox girl that came tumbling down with that flying lizard, which reacted very badly to him and his bared weapons. Somewhat of an understandable reaction although didn't diminish his annoyance with it, especialy since everyone, well almost everyone, looked at him like he was an bandit, which frankly offended him to no end.

But alas his personnal feelings have to be pushed aside for now as they were of no matter at this time. He decided that it would be best right now to seathe his weapons for now especialy with the revelations that the little girl was spawn of Xuntar, at least according to her. Either way, even if Xuntar was no longer a god it would be more wise to not to test his luck with this girl, especialy since her changing tone of voice betrayed hints of magic…..plus he realy didn't like fighting Buklaws, he always had to get a new jacket or a hat after a scrap with those flying vermin. Johann then took out his smoking pipe, already pre-filled with tabaco, alongised a small box of matches and with out much further ado he struck one of them and used it to light the pipe, then the Mercenary took few poofs out of it.

- Vell…… - The Mercenary begun with the pipe in his mouth - This is an interesting development und an interesting company I found myself in - he trailed along in rather calm, mild-mannered tone, while looking at everyone but then quickly focused his blue eyes upon Akira - Und vhile I appricaite your suggestion fraulein, that I very much so note it vithin my mind. I must also say that I must politetly decline it and dully ignore it. My work requires me to be always bereit for any danger and to expect danger at every turn and oppurtunity. - He stoped for a momment and took few more poofs out of his pipe - Plus as you had noticed from my reaction at the start I had no idea what happened here. Caution, die Vorsicht, was warrented if you put yourself in my situation……….not to mention that I could feel the magic, always get goosebumps when it's around und in Sieben out of Zehn cases magic in the wilds means trouble. - He finished his small speech and turmed towards the scantly clad lady that was cause for this gathering to happen.

- Fraulein, as I understand you require medical assistance and I assume that Fraulein Cao had offered such aber if you, for whatever reason, do not want to take her up on that, let me present you an alternative - Mercenary said in the same tone he used before - I have an Medical Kit, contents of which I could lend to you if you wish to patch yourself up with it, for price of course, 5 silvers to be exact. If you do not feel confident with your abilities with it I could assist you more directly but that will cost extra 5 Silvers. If you also wish to minimize the pain I could also lend you some Halfing Brandy I got as a reward for one of the previous jobs I did in the region aber that would increase the price by an substantial amount - Johann finished and then turned towards the new arrival at the scene. Then he took the pipe out of his mouth and looked at it for a momment, sniffed it and put it in his mouth again
- Hmph looks like tabaco, smells like tabaco and tastes like tabaco……..aber I am sure that Tabaco doesn't allow people to see walking, talking potatoes.

Author: Akira, Posted: Sat Sep 28, 2019 12:21 PM, Post Subject: Erimia Outskirt Crash Landing

Akira shook her head towards the offer of being healed. "What? Um, no. I'm fine… I think." She was still very curious about all of them, though it was almost difficult to follow the man's words properly. It sounded as if he spoke in riddles, though she knew he was speaking plainly. The kitsune tilted her head at him. "Do you help them too?" Anyone who can see them should be generous enough to help them pass on. A moral obligation she felt made them responsible for the task.

Another approached them, weapons on display, voice raised as he demanded what was going on. The foxling immediately tried to run, instantly falling on her face. Instead of heading away from the possible assailant, it was toward Zahra who was giving a threatening screech as he advanced. "Zahra! Hold! – No, Akira know, but wait. Access first." It was best for all of their sakes if Zahra did not instigate something that could be avoided. Akira pulled herself up until she was sitting on her knees. Fortunately, Zahra chose to merely stand protectively next to the foxling. She gave a weary look at the stranger, wondering if she should reveal her heritage to stay his weapons.

She stood as Cao Lixue tried to reason with the man with weapons and introduce herself. Lixue must have been in Kometia just a little bit ago and is now traveling west. In order to get to Iria, she would have to go through the land of Lightning. Akira shuddered involuntarily at the thought of Railoch's constant storm. The only reason she would venture there again would be to see her adopted sister Shiloh. As she thought of this, she regarded Lixue with a renewed interest. There was an odd dark aura around her, but she couldn't quite put her finger on the cause of it. "You're special, Lixue. Not sure why, but you are." It was suddenly decided she liked the odd woman.

Akira held herself straight as she turned her attention back to the ghost seeing man. "I am Akira Sno-Nash, Daughter of… Xunatar. Previous lord of Darkness and Chaos. Daughter of Larka and Celeste Nash. This is Zahra and you, sir," she turned towards the other male. "Are lucky I have some semblance of influence over him to keep him from taking a chunk out of your flesh." It almost scared her how cold her voice got. "Might I suggest next time, to keep yourself ready to draw your weapons and approach a bit less hostile?" Time with her mercenary mothers had taught her the better ways to approach every situation. To them, he made himself appear almost novice. The kitsune turned her attention back to the curvy woman, the screams of her pain still apparent to the young one. "You are not a waste of time. We all are here because we saw someone in trouble. Sometimes life can be saved if rescue is swift enough. Complete strangers coming to your rescue is not something to snub, but something to take solace in. If your situation was any worse, know that you would be in good hands."

Zahra suddenly pushed his beak against Akira's back, almost knocking her over with the sudden surprise. "Really? Zahra sure?" He made a chortling sound of agreement. "Zahra has offered a ride upon his back as we take you to Kometia. There you can get food and stuff while you learn about Revaliir. He also says that wherever you are from, welcome to the land. You crashlanded near Kometia, which is over there," she pointed towards the town. "Home of the halflings. Quaint people. Lixue is heading west, across the land to Iria." Akira excitedly reached for Ciel's hand. "Akira be happy to teach you all about Revaliir!" Another voice reached her ears, interrupting any further thoughts about the land, a voice of greeting yet held a familiar tone to it. The foxling looked at the oddly dressed someone with a slight frown.

"Attie? That you? Why you armor so thick?" Curiously, she went to step forward and winced in pain, forgetting that her ankle was not in the best of conditions for walking. "I think I'll take that heal now… I don't have enough water to do it myself." Her head seemed half ducked in shame when she made the request to the two women who offered the heals earlier.

Author: Attie, Posted: Fri Sep 27, 2019 12:09 AM, Post Subject: Erimia Outskirt Crash Landing

Never challenge a half-ling to a dance-off. This was the lesson that Attie had learned today. She wanted a neat looking bow and had challenged a half-ling to a dance battle while in a tavern. If Attie won she would have gotten that bow but she lost. Not only was she a terrible dancer but that half-ling had been to several events and challenges involving dancing. She never stood a chance! She ended up giving up some coins and buying him a free drink for losing, which on retrospect was not as bad as it could have been. Despite that disappointing loss, Attie was feeling happy and was headed to a store to buy some leather. She was headed off on a new adventure and needed as much leather as she could get! The stall she stopped at first was out of leather but there was a small shop on the edge of the village that held all the leather that a person could ask for. Attie bought as much as she could without going bankrupt. She headed to another store and bought some thread along with a variety of other materials. Knowing that she was not talented enough to sew the masterpiece, she headed off to a tailor and handed them the materials to make her defenses. 

Attie waited a long while until her stuff was ready but soon it was able to be picked up. She headed to the tailor and put on the suit. Attie's face lit up with joy when she saw the creation! Normally she was a thin looking girl but she had so much padding on her outfit that she looked like a giant potato. The outfit started with a layer of blankets surrounding her body, a layer of cotton to add fluff, a few never melting icicles to repel the heat, a layer of dried wasp/bug repellent leaves, and a final layer of leather on the outside as the main protector. On her head was a thick leather helmet with her glasses built into it for the eyes. Tiny holes smaller than the bug's size were poked in for breathing in the helmet and her mouth was covered. The helmet squished her cheeks a little but otherwise was comfortable. All of her words would be muffled but if she enunciated her words and made them louder, she would be heard. On her feet were boots with seven layers of socks. Her hands were covered with two layers of clothe gloves and one layer of leather gloves.  All of her hair was in her helmet. 

Her outfit made her look like a large potato. She quickly realized that she would need her bear strength to be able to carry all of these extra layers and her backpack. After readjusting her backpack straps so they would fit, she transformed a little bit to enable her bear powers. Her teeth grew into fangs and her nails became claws. But her human form remained. Satisfied with her new armor, she payed the confused tailor and picked up her bag to leave. Attie wanted to test this outfit in the real world before she went on her buggy adventure. As she walked out of the shop, she could hear a swishing noise that was made by her legs as she walked. It was due to the armor/outfit that she was wearing. Noting this slight noise, she began to wander around until she spotted a group in the distance. 

Attie decided to walk up to the group. The group would see a short, puffy, leather covered person with a backpack walking up to them. Attie wondered what was going on and why so many people were gathered together. Perhaps this was a party or maybe it was a little celebration? Either way, she wanted to see what they would think of her fail-proof wasp armor. 

"Hi!" She said loudly so that they could hear her through the layers. 

Author: Skittles, Posted: Thu Sep 26, 2019 2:10 AM, Post Subject: Erimia Outskirt Crash Landing

:<Sebastian, Cao, Akira, Johann>: After the blonde's question regarding whether or not Sebastian and Cao were together (timely arrivals and all), Ciel briefly watched from underneath the long fluttering veil of her dark lashes as the first of her acquaintances shifted from apparent anxiousness to complete amusement for one reason or another. Was something funny? Cao didn't think so as she immediately stated she didn't know Sebastian and had even pushed to heal the enchantress despite her initial refusal. Ciel shook her head trying to remain strong and steadfast and she knew that if the woman preformed a holy heal on her that it would burn the ever living hell out of her. She replied again, "Non, I…" but this train of thought suddenly came to a halt as another resident of the land suddenly came tumbling into sight from around the other side of the nearest tree ultimately landing at the feet of Sebastion (the girl's pakpak hovering above the treeline as it was having trouble landing, the canopies shaking with every thrust of it's wings. The creature could go about thirty or forty feet in any direction however and would be clear of the sparse woods amongst the field to land). 

Anyway, ouch! That looked like it hurt! Flabbergasted by the kitsune's violent appearance, Ciel watched as the young girl sat up and checked out Sebastion for a moment. Did the two know each other? Daughter maybe? Wait, was she a kitsune? Maybe she was related to Khiara? Seconds later, the little girl's attention shifted toward Ciel. The blonde couldn't help but blink under the curious gaze though, "Like, are you, uh, alright, madamemoiselle? I can 'eal…" the freckled lass purred, looking as though she was about to approach but was still a bit weary of all these people showing up, she even cut herself off mid-sentence. Cao had the same reaction as well but stopped herself for an entirely different reason that hadn't even occurred to Ciel (the threat of the pakpak's attack).

In any case, Akira tried to stand up while she yelled to her pakpak but the kitsune's ankle gave out and caused her to collapse once more but she soon tried again and successfully remained on her feet (all while growing taller and older). From there, she confidently asked about the fall that she'd witnessed. As a result, Ciel blushed and momentarily glanced away, embarrassed that this happened in the first place and was a spectacle that apparently everyone and their mother saw, "Oui, everyt'ing iz, like uh, okay an' stuff…M-merci beaucoup." trailing off. How humiliating!

In the meantime, all the gold the dark sorceress was wearing sparkling like a night sky, her golden lip-ring glinting in the beams of light coming down through the trees which accentuating the natural pucker of her abyssal black lips when they moved. Next, Sebastian commented again, essentially saying the gang was all here now. Because of this, the grey witch quickly shot him a glare. The gang? Darn it, did they know each other or not? She couldn't ascertain the truth yet. Thankfully, the man in black quickly cleared everything up when he implied none of them knew each other and that they all seemed interested in Ciel's story in one way or another—or this was just the coincidence from hell, the joke of some god or goddess maybe. The fellow casually pulled out a small pipe from there.  

Still confused, the busty maiden silently looked between them all once more in study. Around that time the approach of another strong and muscular looking individual who seemed to be wandering the farming fields (specifically heading toward the city of Erimia) caught the corner of her gaze. Perhaps he was a citizen of that city? Whatever the case was, he didn't look like he was part of this rag-tag group that was forming as he was dressed more like a soldier. And then —- he drew his weapon. Perhaps bandit then! Was he attempting to rob them? The evidence growing more clear with the way he was now creeping along in their direction. Not knowing his intentions, the buxom blonde lowered her pink brows in concentration and grimaced, trying to watch him and keep her eyes on everyone else too. What was happening? And then he asked the very same thing out-loud much to her surprise. With her tattooed right arm and hand partially risen like she was prepared to summon some kind of spell, creature or element to her aid (a pained expression on her face since it hurt to move), she waited. No attempt to answer his question made. Johann might also notice that the blonde was pretty banged up (torn clothing, scratches to hell with both deep and superficial cuts, bruises etc) and was surrounded more or less surrounded by the others, perhaps she was getting attacked or robbed by them? 
 
Seconds later, smoke rose from Sebastian's pipe. And then he continued, attempting to reassure the bigger, more muscular fellow of his intentions and then asking the gathered women who and what they were (Ciel didn't reply to this either however since she already introduced herself to him). Cao's statement fed from this, the undead reassuring the mercenary that they all came for 'the unique looking woman' and that his weapons weren't necessary. Hopefully, he would comply and if he did, Ciel's limb would casually return to the straps around her naked shoulders, although she still wasn't quite relaxed yet, just mostly in awe and confused. Cao casually introduced herself to everyone next and explained her ultimate destination — she even recalled what she saw of Ciel, much to the blonde's dismay. "Pardon, madamemoiselle! I, like, did 'ave control — I jus'….I, uh —- I don't know what 'appened actually. Zat's nevur 'appened tu moi before…" wanting to put an explanation out there as soon as possible so she wouldn't look like an idiot or worse…a novice! The undead's voiced intentions were definitely appreciated though and caused the dark sorceress to painfully smile her direction, "Like, I do appre'ciate zat or whatevur, you know? And, oui. I'm, uh, totally new tu zis land an' stuff, I t'ink. At least, I don't, like, recognize anyt'ing — or any ov you — or zat city ovur zere. I, like, must 'ave gotten lost?" and then finding herself looking between them feeling like she wasted their times since all of them came to check on her well-being. She respectfully bowed her head from there but her voluptuous body jerked out of sheer pain as a nerve from one of those open cuts pulled her back upright again. Her bowed lips sucked in before she continued with a strained sultry tone, "D-desole fur, like, totally disrupting your journey'z an' stuff, an' wasting your time. I, uh, will sit down an', like, rest. Zen I'll, like uh, be on my way again, okay?" hoping to reassure everyone that this was a fluke and she would be back in the air soon once she had a proper amount of sleep.

What a mess this day turned out to be so far! 

Author: Cao Lixue, Posted: Thu Sep 26, 2019 12:17 AM, Post Subject: Erimia Outskirt Crash Landing

"If you insist, but the man is right about your fall I doubt you've come out of it unscathed". Unfolding her arms as she shared glances with the Odd Woman. Watching the Woman's voluminous upper half rise along with the rest of her body clearing forcing through the pain. Unsure of what to make of her current situation as the possible witch or demoness in question had an odd aura about her, but hardly any magical presence. Honestly from Lixue's current perspective, she was most likely the most threatening force to the city if she let her self control falter. Sharing a small glance with the man in black revealed his beautiful amber eyes fading into darker browns and vibrant oranges with every slight motion. However, his eyes were not the true gem that hid beneath, as his life essence almost beckoned her towards it. While her hunger clawed at the back of her mind. It was dulled due to her current state, however, with such a person around no doubt, the hunger will be ever more voracious as her energy wanes. Sensing tension radiating off of the man, but the Salacious Woman's question halted any further contact between them. Looking back to the woman shaking her head, "No I've never met this man before". Rocking back slightly as she had been so lost in thought that she had forgotten to introduce herself, but before she could right this wrong another member entered into the fold increasing the trio into a quartet.

Taking the phasing dropping in too literally was a young Kitsune. While she had come across Kitsune before, they were not native to her homeland. The ones she had come across were benevolent. Watching the Snowy Haired Fox Demon as she sat up leaf little and twigs littered the Young Girl's ivory hair Lixue could not help but find the Fox Girl adorable. Holding herself back from fawning over the Little Fox as she attempted to stand up, but failing as her ankle gave under her weight. Jutting forward to move in to assist the Young Girl, but the conversation between her and her Pakak held the Priestess back as the Beast may see her as a threat to it master. Understanding the broken Trade well enough to Glean a name of both the Pakpak and the Kitsune it seemed as if Akira was far more interested in the two before her than the Priestess wishing to treat and pamper the cute girl. Lixue wishes would soon be dashed as the young girl transformed in front of her very eyes. Polymorphing was normal for such beings, but the advancement in speech eluded the Undead. Is it a simple transformation or rapid time advancement? More questions would pile on as Akira said something peculiar to the man. See what? What do the two of them see that I don't? Her questions would have to wait as another entered the fold.

Looking over to the sounds of armour and weapons clinking along with their owner's movements was a Man, a completely normal human. Well, normal may be an understatement as the man in questions looked battle hardened with all sort of odd weaponry at the ready. Since she was the only one not preoccupied with another she may as well answer the question he posed. " The majority of us are here due to the unique Woman next to the man and Kitsune". Pointing to the less than properly dressed Woman, "Though why have you come, I doubt steel is needed currently".

Glancing back as the Man joke about the current event that had unfolded here. By his words, it is as if he sees the event as preordained confidently proclaiming that all the pieces had been set. Awaiting the man's next prafasee she found that his gaze often led to herself more than then others. As he addressed the entire group, Lixue took the initiative to speak and to find out more about the current group. Giving a small bow, "I am Cao Lixue, you may refer to me as Lixue". Straightening herself, "I am simply passing through on my way to Iria, only stopping here momentarily to treat the infirmed. After treating an injured Farmhand I noticed the Woman flying overhead. Mildly concerned as she did not appear to have control over her spectre I gave chase seeing her tool banish itself causing her to reunite with the earth. Concerned about her wellbeing I rushed over to see if I could be of use, however, it seems as if she does not want my help". Leaving out her theories of the Woman's nature for now as she had no proof to back any accusations or actions against her. "While my aid has been refused, all I have left is my curiosity as her grab and mannerisms are not something I've ever been in contact with". Focusing on the possible demon for now as the Man and what he and the Akira see can wait for after the Woman has been investigated.

Author: Sebastian Black, Posted: Wed Sep 25, 2019 9:39 PM, Post Subject: Erimia Outskirt Crash Landing

A strange gravity seemed to permeate the fabric of present happenstance. Sebastian was the certain type of person that didn't believe in coincidences. Despite the sheer random diversity of souls that converged around the tree, he was quite certain there was a reason for it. Between the energy of Ciel and the young woman that had arrived behind him, he could feel himself growing anxious, however. It took a moment to pick up on either one of the signatures on the air, but it struck rather suddenly. He had the impression that he had something to fear from both of them, but he could not place his finger on what, exactly. The pale young woman that offered healing gave the mystic the same sensations of passing through the dagger-like stares in vampiric districts of Kurayo - something akin to intangible hands groping and clawing at him, raising goose flesh and putting him on high alert. Ciel was a touch more complicated, and gave off mixed signals. Blessedly, the fox-eared girl that took a tumble like the first of the bunch to arrive at this spot had a very soothing feel to her presence. The other man who had arrived too, though outwardly boisterous, had a very quiet, calm, and focused ambience to him.

Everyone arriving all at once before he could utter a word, along with Ciel's dumbfounded expression made Sebastian begin to chuckle to himself at a private joke. He could see the classical trope in his mind's eye of people scrambling, stepping over themselves to help the fair maiden in distress. He turned, mirthful autumn gaze traveling about the lot surrounding him, gesturing, before facing Ciel once more. "Well this is grand. Have a gander," he mused, stroking his beard thoughtfully. "The gang's all here, plus more…" he trailed off then, regarding the vulpine girl carefully. "Them, you, and the other odd thing or two," he answered, his tone taking a rather ominous drop despite the playfulness of the unintended rhyme.
"It looks like you snagged more than a few pages of stories on your way down to the earth," Sebastian said, side-long glancing at Ciel. "It's abundantly apparent that we're all interested in yours, though, dear heart. No relations among us. At least none that I'm aware."

Sebastian withdrew a small pipe, packed it, and lit it with flint out of habit with sociality and natural stand-stills. Respectfully creating some more distance away from the others, he inhaled deeply before letting the heady herbal spiced fume to billow from his nostrils lazily. "Myself, I am here for nothing of note just yet. Though I have some leads. Finder's business you see."
He initially offered scant details of himself to be the lead firestarter for this unlikely conversation. He stood back in observance, letting everyone chip in their piece. As the herbs took their effects, heightening his senses, he found his attention constantly wavering onto the pale girl who had arrived immediately after he had. He focused on each person, even when they were not speaking, in turn, wheels churning away in his mind. Waiting patiently for an opening, he nodded to the other gentleman, and addressed the group as a whole. "Of he and I,  I'm clear as crystal. I don't mean to offend or be too forward, but I'm equally curious as to what you lasses are as who."

Author: Degant123, Posted: Wed Sep 25, 2019 5:46 PM, Post Subject: Erimia Outskirt Crash Landing

Meanwhile as the assortment of all manners of supernatural creatures started gathering at the foot of a tree which seemed to attract their kind, something, or rather someone, of an more mundane nature was walking in their direction. A simple human of middling age, no magic nor special abilities save maybe propensity of getting into trouble he doesn't want any part in. His name? Johann, profession? Mercenary, mood? Quite a good as he was returning to the city with a quite heavier silver pouch than before……or well rather as heavy as Halflings can afford……which isn't that much but hey, they compensate for that in nature…….and by nature I mean pretty good cooking.

So there he was, tall quite muscular but not overly so, face covered with a well maintained bushy beard. Eyes protected from the sun by his rather stylish black wide-brimmed toped off with two black feathers strapped to it with a red ribbon. His torso covered by some kind of short-sleeved black jacket with puffy sleeves adorned with cuts that allowed people to see a rather plain looking long sleeved shirt underneath. The hands were protected by a pair of black leather gloves that look very sturdy and covered much of his forearms, feet by leather boots reminiscent of those worn by cavalry or profesional soldiers. His pants were black,somewhat tight and adorned with a pattern of grey squares that could catch some gazes despite the muted colors. All of this was toped off with a brown leather belt, with a big iron buckle in the middle, from which hanged two sheathes, one small for a dagger and a larger one with more "Exotic" weapon in form of a magical Khopesh maade out of some sort of black metal.

Thusly equiped Mercenary was returning to the nearest city in order spend his honestly gained reward on something that could be useful in the future, a some sort of a breastplate mayhaps? Or a more fitting weapons for him? While he could do a pretty good job with most weapons, be they melee oriented or ranged, he still had some favorites like big zweihanders, heavy crossbows or even simple pikes. Khopesh was a solid thing but it kinda creeped him out and was somewhat jarring when compared to how he carreid himself, and in mec business apperence sometimes means more than skills
- Bloody pompish fops - Johann said to himself as he remembered some less than stellar memories from his previous jobs.

But hey such is life, he thought, you win some you lose some, he mused while also getting ever more near the strange gatterhing off oddballs and supernatural. As he got ever more closer he started to feel a wee bit nippy, like air was a bit more cold than before
- Oh oh - he started - Mine bad luck sense a' tinglin' - Mercenary finished and then drew his weapons, Khopesh in right and dagger in the left hand. He started to move slower, with more caution, vigilant and ready to jump at any sort of danger. With every passing step goosebumps running down his back were getting more intense up untill he found the place that bad feelings were leading him to. Then he found it……..a tree with all manner of wierdos standing around it.

You can imagine that he was quite suprised to see an well endowned lady with strange hair and clingy dress, a man who was clearly a mage of sorts, a wierdly dressed pale girl and small girl that looked to be in her teens endwoned by nature or magic with with ears and a tail of an fox. For him there was only one reasonable and apt response to all of things he was now seeing.
 -Was zur Hölle is happening here?! - He said in an raised voice, although with how deep and gruff it was it was still somewhat muted. Despite that confusion and suprise could be heard from him.

Author: Akira, Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2019 10:01 PM, Post Subject: Erimia Outskirt Crash Landing

Zahra glided through the air effortlessly, his leathery wings beating rhythmically. Akira laid herself across his neck as she gazed far off at the horizon feeling quite melancholy. Nothing seemed to feel right anymore. Not since that unfortunate incident with the psychic vampire. Only time with Lewis had a semblance of normalcy, that or time with her animals. Her father had fallen from his position as diety, her mothers have found a successful way to survive without selling their sword arms and the twins… They had their studies. Akira had her own studies she should be attending, but her spirit never let her stay in one place for long.

Neera said it was her mother's spirit that drove her so. Always traveling, learning and exploring. "Zahra like life with Akira?" The pakpak gave a chortle that sounded pleased to most, but Akira could hear something deeper. She could hear his thoughts. "Truly?" Akira sat up and blinked, suddenly filled with curiosity. What was that thing, and what was it flying on? It seemed to be surrounded by an odd aura which appeared red at this distance. She watched as it dissipated and the creature began falling. It was humanoid in nature. "Zahra." He sped up, both of them knowing they were too late to stop the fall.

For a moment, Zahra hovered over where the creature fell, the trees too dense for him to get through. "We need to land, Zahra." It was as if he was reading her mind, as he was already moving off. Her ears swiveled, listening for the screams which others could not hear, the screams of pain from within the body. Time seemed to drag by, the seconds felt like minutes as he descended. Akira slid off and broke into a full sprint, her bare feet not feeling the leaves and twigs underfoot, the pakpak keeping pace behind her. When she got to the place where the person had fallen, Akira tripped over a root, catching herself and rolled to a stop.

With a groan, Akira sat up, her snowy, windblown hair now sporting two twigs and a sprinkling of crumbled leaves. She looked up and found herself basically at the feet of a man with his sleeves rolled up. He was tall, about Celeste's age with black hair. It was hard to decern his eye color from this position. Across from him stood a woman in very tight clothing, blonde and pink hair in an unusual style, and quite… curvy. Younger than Celeste, that much she was sure of. Akira made to stand up but winced as her ankle gave out beneath her, crashing to her bum once more. "What it look like, Zahra? No, Akira not fine!" she snapped irritably at the pakpak who was making worrying coos a small distance away.

She sighed. "Akira sorry. Zahra don't deserve yell." Taking her injury in stride, Akira managed to stand up, favoring her left ankle as she looked up at the adults. In truth, she wanted to duck her head and make herself small. However, she made herself bigger, older, for a reason and that was no longer an option. "Um… Excuse me… I saw the fall. Everyone okay?" The stark difference in her speech was startling to those unfamiliar with her, though not having to do with any mental issues whatsoever.  Her eyes glided over the odd blonde to the one in the distance, her head tilting curiously. But when her eyes slid back over to the male, her eyes grew wide. "You see them too?"

Author: Skittles, Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2019 6:20 PM, Post Subject: Erimia Outskirt Crash Landing

:<Sebastian, Cao>: Ciel had been so preoccupied with the city far ahead that she failed to notice the group of scattered trees passing by underneath her where the spirit, the young man who was talking to it and the undead priestess currently resided. They were several meters off however by the time the blonde's sceptre had disappeared which caused her to plummet into the trees rather violently. Afterward, once she unsteadily climbed to the ground, the buxom lass attempted to concentrate and re-manifest her staff so she could get back up into the air but unfortunately, something seemed awry and it didn't work as expected. With her sights turned toward the city now (which was probably a good 15-20 miles off), the sorceress began to head forward, limping slightly when the sudden approach of the young man immediately stopped her in her tracks.

Where did he come from? And why was he out in the middle of nowhere like this? Could he have been the reason for the nullification of her magic? Could he have disrupted the ley-lines of the area for some ill-intent? After hearing the first of his statements which seemed cold and mocking, she idly gripped the straps to her pack fearing that her suspicions might have been correct. Her expression became visibly anxious but not wanting to become prey for some random creature, the long-legged female did her best to put on an air of strength like she wasn't hurt at all. In fact, this was the perfect time to find out some more about him. 

And then Sebastian caught her off-guard when he introduced himself and asked if she was truly alright. Perhaps she was wrong about him? How interesting. The blonde replied in a hesitant manner as if still trying to get a read on him, "Oui, monsieur Black." galaxy colored eyes studying him closely, the tone of her voice obviously anxious for a variety of reasons, "Dame Ciel Aimée." the Dame title indicating knighthood, "But, like, most jus' call me Ciel an' stuff." wincing from a surge of pain. Seems like no matter how tough she tried to act, the enchantress couldn't hide the fact that she was worse for wear.

The Grey Witch also didn't know that another set of eyes had been upon her when she was flying along about twenty minutes ago and by the time she'd crashed, the other individual was giving chase to see where she might land. That's when the priestess came upon the scene of Sebastian and Ciel talking to one another at a distance (probably 10-15 feet from one another) and introducing themselves. Needless to say, the voice of the other woman from out of nowhere startled Ciel causing her soft rounded cleavage which was pronounced above her dress' bustline to sharply rise like she was catching her breath, a dainty hand quickly planting against her chest. It took the tan skinned female a moment longer after that to process what the other had said, prompting her response, "What?" gathering her wits, "Uh, n-non, madamemoiselle. I…I'm jus', like, in need ov rest or whatevur. I'm totally fine." her gaze lingering on the newcomer for a moment longer, staring her up and down with intrigue before idly straightening her own body up in spite of the pain it caused. Her lifted limb also returned to the strap of her pack, attention now shifting between them, "Are you two, like, toget'zer?" which was assumed since they arrived within a few minutes of one another. 

Author: Cao Lixue, Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2019 5:15 PM, Post Subject: Erimia Outskirt Crash Landing

"You ought to be more careful sir". Releasing a pulse of holy engery over the Farm Hand's leg completely healing the once fractured bone.

Relieved and excited by the lack of pain and lost wages the Halfing Man jumped right up ready to throw himself back into his work. "Thank you, Miss, how much.. do.. I", With the adrenaline freed from his system, the Young Woman's 'payment' overtook him. 

Catching her Patient, bolstering him with her own body, "Don't worry about payment, let's just call it a complimentary gift for a first time customer". Giving the man a smile as she softly place him down on some hay, "Rest up for a bit before heading back into work would not want another accident on our hands". 

"Wait, I can't accept your offer, look at your clothes they're barely holding together. You can't tell me you are not in need of money".

Waving his concerns away, "Don't worry about it, you can always pay me on your next visit". Bidding her client good day Lixue left him to rest to regain the energy she had taken from him. Leaving the stable and waving to a few of the other workers on the farm, she tugged at her frayed and torn robes. It's true that she did indeed need money as currently, she was unable to repair her clothes that had been severely damaged from her battles and adventure, but taking two payments even if they were not aware of it was an offer she could not take with good conscious. Even taking energy from her patients while healing them was an act that did not sit well with the Undead Priestess. She made sure to only take a little and never from those gravely ill or wounded as it would risk her patients' health. It was certainly better than giving in to her monstrous half and hunting the living down for their life energy, and on the bright side, it allowed her to help others and build a good repour with towns and cities.

Stretching as she walked along the fence, she felt it was about time that she had moved on as Iria was not too far away. If I set off now I should be there within the week. Looking towards the sun blocking its rays with her hand. By it's.. what is that? Focusing on an odd flying object, Is that a person? That odd magical resduie it's giving off does not seem friendly. Watching the object as it got closer seeming to move start for the farmlands. Catching a glisp of the unidentified flying object as it flew overhead. While she did not get a clear shot of the flying object, it was clearly a woman, a less than properly dressed woman. Whether or not her grab was proper or not, it did not seem as if the woman had control over her sceptre. Giving chase to the flying woman as the odd attire and threatening colours may bode poorly for the farmlands if the Woman practised the darker arts. Following after the possible witch, the chase would end fairly quickly as the sceptre seemed to vanish in a puff of smoke allowing gravity to take hold. Watching the Witch's desent to get an idea where her location would be. Lixue pushed herself to make it over to the Witch as fast as her legs would carry her.

Reaching roughly to where she had seen the Witch drop, though she was not the first to have made it to the Woman first. A large man wearing dark and muted clothing matching his black hair had reached her before she was able. With his hand exsented he appeared to be offering her his assistance. Unsure as to the Woman's origins Lixue merely watched the Woman getting a better look at her appearance an attire if you could call it attire. The heavy amounts of gold jewelry showed wealth and vanity no doubt adding to the likelihood of a selfish magic user. The haircut and colouring was not something she had ever came across before, but with magical an alchemy dying one's hair was not a difficult task. Though her seductive choice of attire usually denotes on of sin. While she had her suspicions, simply judging the woman on her appearance would be hypocritical, as if a monster like herself can help others it's possible that the person before her meant no harm. "I saw you darting through the farmlands, are you alright? I can heal you if your hurt, but from how your spectre banished itself you appear to be lacking magical power to sustain it". Keeping an eye on the woman as she was willing to give her a chance, but she still did not trust her.

Author: Sebastian Black, Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2019 3:12 PM, Post Subject: Erimia Outskirt Crash Landing

On wooded the outskirts of Parvpora's capital at midday, a traveler of the roads stopped for a break. He laid his fine overcoat and pack in the grass, rolled up his sleeves, removed his belt, wrapped it about a tree, and began to strain with all his might in various angles and bodily positions. He appeared quite lithe in his clothing, but the thick cords of muscle that shifted under the skin in his hirsute forearms spoke otherwise of him.

"Excuse me…but…what are you on about, sir?" a small boy who had stopped to observe this peculiar behavior asked the man.

The man jumped, startled, for he hadn't heard the child approach. "Zounds, boyo," he exclaimed. "What hobbit hole did you crawl out from?"
The sandy-haired, blue-eyed boy said nothing, but only stared at him expectantly. He, Sebastian sighed exasperatedly and panted, catching his breath while brushing the light perspiration from his dark hair. Annoyance in his fiery autumn gaze quickly gave way to conspiratorial mirth. "Can't you see? I'm making an honest attempt at throwing this tree to the ground."
Gawking, the boy blinked several times. "You can do that?"
Chuckling, Sebastian shook his head. "Of course not…but after a tree…a man, or really anything else, is easy."

Sebastian was flabbergasted yet again when he went to ruffle the kid's hair, only to realize that a large portion of the boy's face was missing. It certainly hadn't been just pocked, bleached bone moments before. Internally, he chastised himself. No matter how much he was around spirits, it was something he would never truly be used to. He had been so distracted in his exercising that he had not been privy to the tell-tale prickling up his spine at the ghost's presence. Before he could lean down and inquire the details of the pitiful restless thing's death, a loud crash could be heard from the canopy above, some several meters off. When he had turned back to the spirit, it had gone.

Disappointed, the mystic lingered in the area in hopes of a return for a time before donning his coat and bag once more, and cinching the belt back around his waist. Making a mental note to return here, Sebastian cautiously made his way to the area he had heard the momentous crash and crackling of branches. It probably wasn't related to the contact he had just made, but one could never be too careful. The day was full of surprises, for the source he came across was the last thing he would have anticipated. The woman, compellingly fair and curvaceous, was dressed in an eclectic style that was simultaneously ostentatious and tasteful. She appeared to have just fallen through the treeline and gotten to her feet. Had she been sleeping up there? Had she fallen from the sky? She seemed to be performing some sort of arcane gestures in the air as he approached, but to no avail. Sorceress, perhaps?

"What's the story, then, lass?" Sebastian called out to her in his reverberating baritone as he quickened his pace a bit, but opened his body language, raising his hands peaceably as he neared. "The old broom turn out to be a knock-off jelopy?" he jested of her assumed witchery warmly. "Sebastian Black," he said, extending his hand. "In all seriousness…are you quite alright?"

Author: Skittles, Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2019 3:11 AM, Post Subject: Erimia Outskirt Crash Landing

:<To All>: WHOO~~SH! A shapely blonde flew through the sky riding on her bleeding/burning sceptre much akin to the way a witch would, body turned side-saddle, both hands gripping the staff tightly on either side of her hips. Along the way, she suddenly spotted a rather sizable village far ahead beyond the endless fields and farmlands whipping by underneath her (she was about as high up as a fully grown tree and going a little faster than that of a galloping horse). From this considerable distance away the enchantress could tell that the glimmering white city looked as though the buildings were tall, elaborate creations of polished marble. Unfortunately, the blonde couldn't see the fine hand-crafted details from this distance though. A curious expression swept over her expression shortly thereafter. What in the world was this? It certainly wasn't Kordston, Argenton or Orvnsdun, that's for sure. Little did she know however, she'd flown into a place called Revaliir, specifically the continent of Parvpora, approaching the spawling city of Erimia.

The freckled maiden quickly glanced toward the sky in question as if trying to ascertain what time of day it was and noticed that the sun was still rising high above her. Almost noon. Hm. If she was going to stop to rest, now would be the time to do it. Maybe she could stock up on supplies while she's there too. With this in mind, she looked down as if searching for a clearing to land at far outside the city since not everyone was fond of flying witches or people who looked like them. However, before she could attempt to do so, her bleeding burning sceptre suddenly demanifested from existence in a plume of unholy black fire and smoke, essentially disappearing out from underneath her, "Ah!" The young maiden began to fall from the sky. In a desperate attempt to save herself and with her thoughts rapidly scrambling for an explanation (since this had never happened before), she extended out her right hand, palm out, shifting her wrist from left to right but nothing happened, "What iz going on!?" and then she fell into a tree, breaking several branches before one broke her fall; one leg dangling over it and her scratched and bruised form, stiffly leaning back against several others, "Oh la lah…What…'appened?" she purred with confusion. 

About thirty to forty minutes later and with very carefully manuevering, the freckled young woman descended from the base of the tree, more or less smashing down on her large arse in the thick grass with quite a thud, POMF! "O-ow…" wincing in pain from not only that but also from the fact that she broke several of her nails and now had several bruises and scratches down various parts of her body. It was enough to still her for the time being. As for attire, Ciel was wearing a form-fitting crimson tube top that was stretched tight across her bosom. She was also wearing a very long and tight silken hobble skirt that sat high on her waist, the bottom hem brushing and gliding against the ground. The young woman was also wearing a torn fishnet sleeve on her left shoulder and forearm as well as a pair of golden bicep cuffs. The dark sorceress was also wearing some decorative jewelry too, including; a golden lip-ring, a pair of eyebrow rings, a black leather choken with a Venus symbol dangling from the front and some long earrings. Her short hair was fashioned up in a stylish mohawk that was elegantly brushed into loose but lifted waves too. Upon growing closer, one might also be able to spot a set of rainbow stars along the back of her left eye, a multi-colored bracelet on her left wrist and three dark runes across her chest and bosom. 

About twenty minutes later, unless otherwise hindered, stopped or interrupted from doing so, the lovely enchantress rose to her feet and adjusted the straps to her bag which luckily broke a lot of the initial impact, no doubt damaging some of her clothing and supplies inside. In spite of her pain though, the female chalked the event up to being overly tired perhaps, so she expelled a deep breath, concentrated and then extended her right arm again, palm out, wrist turning from left to right—but the Sceptre of Torment refused to manifest. She tried again and again, each time growing more determined but the results were the same. Defeated, she turned her sights on the city in the distance and began to walk there…  

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