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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2017 18:34:38 GMT -5
Either one is cool by me. I had this image in my mind that there was this market (almost like a farmer’s market) near the Guild’s camp that had both magical and mundane things...)
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Post by zero on Nov 7, 2017 18:45:07 GMT -5
I always love rping markets. I'm thinking like a large night market with a whole much of different races being together. Hmm...maybe more of a festival. They would all have to ride on her dragon to get there tho. x3 )
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Post by Fiddle on Nov 7, 2017 20:35:34 GMT -5
(Hello)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2017 21:14:07 GMT -5
Ooooooh yes!!! A festival sounds wonderful in a night market-type setting! Riding her dragon is cool. Is there any theme to the festival and do you have any ideas for why they go there?)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2017 21:22:33 GMT -5
Also: is it weird that I’m thinking like Flynn and Rapunzel in Tangled for the festival??)
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Post by zero on Nov 7, 2017 21:59:39 GMT -5
Fiddle Do you want your character to come to the festival? He could be trying to get a book/trinket. @pinacolada How about it happens on the full moon? Your healer can get some rare herbs and I think Bjorn will want to just walk around/go to 'protect' the healer. Nothing weird bout that. ))
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Post by Fiddle on Nov 7, 2017 22:01:42 GMT -5
(Sure, he could be researching for research.)
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Post by zero on Nov 8, 2017 15:14:05 GMT -5
I dunno who he might talk to. Do you have a preference? )
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2017 16:51:27 GMT -5
That sounds awesome! Do you want to time skip to night time?)
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Post by Fiddle on Nov 8, 2017 20:43:45 GMT -5
No I don't mind who he interacts with))
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Post by zero on Nov 9, 2017 14:57:18 GMT -5
Yup. Yup. Do you want me to start?)
Fiddle;; Maybe I can make up a character or your character can meet with Malen. )
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2017 16:06:37 GMT -5
Sure! Maybe have him catch her saddling up Sarayu?)
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Post by zero on Nov 9, 2017 16:40:58 GMT -5
Sounds good. )
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2017 17:43:41 GMT -5
zero i'll start it if you don't mind. I think it'll flow better..)
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Post by Fiddle on Nov 9, 2017 18:02:27 GMT -5
(Meeting with Malen sounds like I'd be interesting.)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2017 18:04:38 GMT -5
Aleithea pulled her hair up in a half-plait and weaved delicate, white moonflowers in the braid. The stark contrast of the white and red of her hair looked quite pretty-at least in her opinion. It was full-moon and that meant that the Luna Market Festival was up and running for the whole night. The elf always looked forward to this night- it was a chance to get some rare herbs from foreign Romani-witches and some random tricks and trinkets. Not to mention, she could meet a handsome soldier and spend the night dancing with them. She swept her embroidered silver cloak that she'd gotten last full moon over her bare shoulders, gathered her things into her satchel, and made her way down to the dragon stabling area. Sarayu was already there waiting, his cobalt scales winking almost merrily. She began to hoist up the large saddle on his back. ( zero)
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Post by zero on Nov 10, 2017 17:48:32 GMT -5
Great. Do you want to start ,or should I? )
Bjorn couldn't sleep. The faint laugher and music of the festival called to him. He had only gone a couple of times before, but what times where those. These memories were part of the few he actually found joy in. He could still remember the sweet taste of Moonberry juice on his tongue and the long nights of dancing with various partners. The pounding of the drums still echoed in his mind each morning, as well as a pounding headache. He hadn't allowed himself to go since he joined the guild. He couldn't bare to find the people of his past there, or spend the money. Still, he found himself lacing up his boots over his black pants, and straightening his white top. He missed his silver embroidered shirt. It made him look better. Not like this white shirt made him look too bad, he observed in the window. He then noticed a certain healer making her way across the courtyard. He grinned, knowing he could easily catch up. Being on the first floor did have its benefits. The man jogged out and kept up just far enough to see her. He had no doubt by her garments, she had the same idea as him. His suspicions were confirmed when she started to saddle her dragon. He walked in the light and made sure to make some extra noise. Startled people weren't friendly people in his experience. "Mind if I tag along?" he asked, trying to put on a relaxed sort of look. He managed to almost complete the look, but his eyes looked hopeful.
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Post by Fiddle on Nov 10, 2017 18:00:20 GMT -5
You can start))
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Post by zero on Nov 10, 2017 21:25:48 GMT -5
Malen watched the crowds with a mild interest. Honestly, she was more interesting in the warm, mulled liquid in her hands. Dwarves had very thick skin, literally, so getting cold was difficult. But that did not mean she couldn't enjoy the warmth soaking into her hands or the steam warming her face. She took a long sip when someone looked over. As much as she would have loved to join in on the merriment, Malen was on a mission of her own. She was watching the younger member of her guild to make sure they didn't disappear. Too many had already. The festival was a perfect opportunity for what or whoever was attacking to strike. Malen would not allow that to happen. She abandoned the tankard and placed her hand on the cold mantle of her blade. Something was lurking in the shadows. Malen could feel it in her bones. She started to patrol the festival again.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2017 21:36:04 GMT -5
Aleithea has just tightened the straps on Sarayu’s saddle when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned quickly around, her cheeks slightly flushed from both the cold and her excitement. “Bjorn!” She exclaimed in one breath. She hid her shock at his wanting to join her. He just didn’t seem like the festival type. She silently chided herself; she had just met the man after all. She found herself staring at his luminous hazel eyes. The elf could sense he was eager. “Uh, sure,” she shrugged, trying to be nonchalant, but secretly being quite curious and excited. She wanted to see what he was like when he let loose. Aleithea pulled herself up on Sarayu, having mastered the art of clambering onto her huge dragon. She rubbed the cobalt dragon’s ears fondly, knowing that was just the place he liked to scratch. She looked down at Bjorn as Sarayu surged upward, and steadied her dragon back down. “Well, are you coming?” She grinned mischievously at the fighter, her amber eyes flickering in the moonlight.
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Post by zero on Nov 10, 2017 22:03:05 GMT -5
Bjorn smiled. Well, that did go better than expected. Though he noticed a glint in her eyes. It promised nothing but trouble. Right now, he wasn't really sure if he was worried or excited. He settled on a bit of both. The man approached the dragon slowly, cautiously. He placed a hand on one of the glittering scales. Even if he had a dragon, he still wasn't use to the creatures. The larger ones made him more nervous. Something about their large teeth. He glanced at the dragon's maw before looking up. He summoned his courage. Just as Bjorn tensed his muscles to climb, he felt teeth sink into his pants and tug. Crow, teeth still in Bjorn's pants, shook his head and flapped his wings. Bjorn sighed. The dragonet was like a younger sibling. Always wanting to follow Bjorn around, yet he could never refuse the troublesome dragon. Bjorn snuck a apologetic look towards Aleithea before scooping up his dragon. The black beast took seconds to scramble up and rest on Bjorn's shoulders. Thankfully, Bjorn didn't feel too many claws piercing his skin. He had a sudden appreciation for the art of climbing as he struggled to get on the dragon. After much grunting and grasping, he managed to sit on the drake's back. Bjorn could feel pride rush up as he settled himself. "How do we do this?" He asked.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2017 22:30:18 GMT -5
Aleithea watched with thinly veiled amusement as Bjorn climbed up on Sarayu’s back. She reminded herself to buy the drake a honeycomb pastry from the festival. He usually never was this patient. When Bjorn has gotten himself settled, she looked back at him, impressed. “Most people need help when attempting to ride on top of him,” she indicated Sarayu as ‘him.’ “I was thinking I would’ve had to hoist you up here,” she laughed, only half-joking. There was many a time where she’d had to do that to soldiers that had joined her. When they were filled with mead, too. Thea flushed, thankful that the night was guarding her embarrassment when Bjorn asked his question. “Just hold on to my waist,” she suggested, stiffening when she felt the man’s hands clamp around her slender waist. It wasn’t as bad as she expected, with the fighter’s grip providing warmth and some bit of security. She held on tight to Sarayu’s neck that was foiled with thick, armor-like scales. “Hold on tight!” She yelled as they took off, her voice becoming lost on the wind. She let out a laugh of ecstasy, the cool night breeze toying with her hair and loosening her plait. This was pure happiness, hurtling through the night sky on one of your best companions. Village lights twinkled from below until at last they came down to Luna Market. ( zero)
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Post by Fiddle on Nov 11, 2017 11:37:22 GMT -5
Joseph was wandering around the festival, keeping a little distance from it. He was looking for books mostly, but it would be a great place to gather a few...test subjects. He doubted he'd get any books on necromancy or alchemy, but perhaps some normal spells, particularly conjugation or illusion spells. Joseph was trying not to rouse suspicion hence someone recognizes him or realizes his intentions. He noticed Malen patrolling the festival, looking rather keen on her task. Definitely not her, he thought, she seems as if she be too difficult a test subject to handle right now, so long as this festival continued. He thought about approaching her to ask if she knew where he could find some books around here instead, but he got the odd feeling that it'd might be best to avoid her; whatever she was doing, it wouldn't be good for him.
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Post by zero on Nov 11, 2017 18:07:09 GMT -5
Bjorn did not see the thrill in shooting through the sky at such high speeds. His eyes were watering and the cold night winds stung his skin. In the end, he ducked his head in a vain attempt to protect his face. He would tighten his grip on the elf, but Crow had crawled between the two humanoids. Thankfully, he was digging his claws into Bjorn, and not Alethea. He did not want to draw attention to just how uncomfortable he was. Bjorn closed his eyes for most of the ride. Once, they were steady again, the man looked up. Crow had already tumbled to the ground. The drake's glowing amber eyes stared accusingly at Bjorn, as if he would have planned such a thing. Bjorn didn't bother to even try to communicate with the dragonet. It would be a while before the dragon would forgive him, no matter how much he spoke or bribed. The man slid off Sarayu and managed to land on his feet. He turned around, wearing a smile. "Thank you for the ride." He said, remembering his manners. He had gotten enough cuffs aimed at his head to remember the simple ones. Even if the ride was currently going on his top worse experiences list.
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Malen's eyes narrowed when she noticed the human staring at her. He was odd looking. Something wasn't right in those grey eyes. She hummed. This could very well be her threat and the dwarf wasn't the type to run away from threats, no sir. With wide steps, she approached the stranger. "Hello. Enjoying the festival?" She asked, with a wave. She made sure to stand far enough away so the man couldn't touch her if he reached. It was close enough for her to smell him. The man smelled of the festival incents and foods, but underneath was the subtle scent of dirt and rot. She had to summon all her willpower not to scrunch her nose or cover it. She did make sure to meet the man's eyes and stand at her tallest.
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Post by Fiddle on Nov 11, 2017 20:24:30 GMT -5
Joseph stopped in his tracks, staring at the dwarf. He was rather surprised she came over to him, more so that she appeared so concentrated. "It's quite all right," he mumbled, lifting his hand in a half wave motion, "but it's rather...crowded." Way too crowded indeed, he thought bitterly, with this many people around, I could never get a subject without rousing suspicion. Too many would be bound to notice. Joseph began to get a feeling in his gut that the dwarf was already suspicious of him judging by her behavior. Not to mention his smell; he intended to wash up before he came but had forgotten about it, so he hoped the smells of the festival would've masked it completely. Not enough though, it seemed.
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Post by zero on Nov 11, 2017 20:49:24 GMT -5
Malen observed the man rather closely now. His response made her feel annoyed, not weirded out or scared. No. It was such a normal response and one she could relate with. Only the young loved the sweat of others as they danced or to drink until they could barely stumble. Malen had enough of that two hundred years ago. This man was not as old as she, but, in some way, old. He seemed aged beyond his years. The dwarf didn't know if she was still judging on just pure size, or if it was his worn look about him. "Really? A man as tall as you? I would have thought you could part the crowd." She pointed out. She tried to keep her voice even, not even attempting a merry notes. Still, her voice contained the sharp edge of accusation. She didn't even know if she was joking or simply trying to squeeze out information in her own blunt way.
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Post by Fiddle on Nov 11, 2017 21:10:24 GMT -5
Joseph rubbed his face, she was making him feel old. I guess I quite blame her. After thirteen years of my...field of study does a great number on you. He wasn't quite sure how to respond. It was true that his height would make it easy to care though a crowd. "I'm just shy," he said, sounding voice rather shaky on purpose, "I get nervous around lots of people." He could tell the dwarf didn't trust him, but Joseph wanted to attempted to sway her impression of him so he could get back to business. "And in case you couldn't tell by my clothing, I'm rather poor." That last part wasn't necessarily a lie--he often got his money from corpses, but it's not the most reliable resource.
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Post by zero on Nov 11, 2017 21:36:36 GMT -5
Another reasonable response. She pursed her lips. The dwarf was starting to wonder if she was attacking an innocent citizen. Verbally, of course. The man was just poor and trying to enjoy the festival his way. That was the theory. Malen wasn't sure if she was going to accept it yet. "I'm sorry. Maybe I was rude." She tried to put on her best smile. "Would you like to join me for a drink and maybe some food?" On any other night, this might have been an odd offer, but this was not unusual in the festival. Even men such as Joseph would get ten invitations to drink. It was actually considered good luck to have many people in in group. Malen assumed it was so the drunk could find someone to take them home.
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Post by zero on Nov 12, 2017 9:22:37 GMT -5
boop. )
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Post by Fiddle on Nov 12, 2017 15:25:28 GMT -5
Everything seemed to be going his way; the dwarf didn't seem suspect him, at least not as much. Joseph wasn't quite sure how to respond to her offer, but decided to go along with it. Perhaps if he could make her trust him, she'd make a reasonable test subject. "I don't quite mind." Joseph said, trying to sound more normal. He quite hungry anyway, and this festival would probably be one of his last good meals in a while. "What is usually served here?" Part of him was just itching to conduct his test on the whole festival, there were so many people that could be potential vessels for his fathers soul. But Joseph ultimately had to control his urges for the time being. The risk was far to great.
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