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Inferi

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There were things she had experienced that nobody normal ever would, and although she knew in her heart that she would never want to give those experiences up, they had changed her in ways she could not have anticipated.

The final piece of her attire was the cloak, an entirely white piece that she had gotten specifically to match what she was wearing now. While the wing stumps on her back might not really get her much attention from most people, there was always the chance someone might think she was something she was not and act on it. The stumps, although large enough to have to stick out through the back of her outfit, were small enough that a traveling cloak could cover them and nobody would be able to notice.

It was better to simply pass as a human, at least in her eyes, than be categorized as something she was not. If she actually had her wings, which had been removed from her years ago when she had first dropped into this world, people would likely think her either an angel or some kind of descendant from the birdmen who used to rule. Neither was true, although one was likely closer than the other. Her actual race was Seriyan, although she could not tell anyone where they lived. Her memories of home were of a giant citadel with clouds to the sides and below. That had to mean it was up in the sky, but nothing in any records she had ever found had indicated that such a place existed. It was as though she had fallen from a sky that was not this one, but that made no sense.

An inquisitive warble from behind her accompanied the appearance of her flute in the mirror. The instrument was hovering over her left shoulder, bobbing up and down slightly as it hung in the air. Although there was no way for it to speak, it had made it clear that it knew something was wrong with her in recent days and had done everything it could to keep her spirits up. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

05-Jun-2015 06:51:08

Inferi

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While one might wonder how a flute, even a sentient one, could do such a thing, knowing that it really did care about her had done wonders for the musician. The flute was her oldest friend, although it didn't really fall into the normal friend category, and it seemed to understand how she was feeling better than she did sometimes. It had never abandoned her, and in the last moments of the Copperdale fight it had made her understand why what she was doing was not what she needed to do.

That was something she still didn't quite understand, as the flute had never done anything like that before and had shown nothing since then to indicate that it even could anymore. It was as though there had been something more than a playful spirit inside it, and whatever it was had actually spoken in her mind. She didn't know what it was, but it scared her somewhat, as the flute had always been extremely helpful but not a combative force on its own.

That was when the other companion she had decided to give her uncovered hand a lick, an action that made her smile again. Robnoxious, despite having the form of a hellhound, was anything but in personality. A botched attempt to create a puppy in order to prove to Cadmus during a fight with a god that she was sane - an act which, when reviewed, seemed anything but - Robnoxious, or Bobby as his nickname seemed to be, was something special. He seemed to act like a normal dog, but displayed a form of intelligence that was not common among them. Understanding words seemed to be something he could do easily, and although he couldn't speak he was almost as good as the flute in making what he thought known. Apart from that, he seemed to understand that Siera could not speak, and acted as though it was a perfectly normal thing. She had always wondered if she had put more into the creation of him than she had intended to, as he had not turned out at all as she had expected. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

05-Jun-2015 06:51:12

Inferi

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Scratching him behind the ears for a moment, the musician finally stepped away from the mirror and over to the small basin that held water. Taking some in her cupped hands, Siera splashed it on her face, the cold water waking her up a little more. It was something that she did nearly every morning, with one of her normal activities being a walk to the nearby river to collect it. Although she could have easily called it up using magic, she had not tapped into her ability since the events at Copperdale. The headache she had felt had no doubt been her depleting her reserves and still attempting use, and that was a feeling she did not want to experience again. Recovery was likely already done, but she had taken up a policy of not casting unless she absolutely had to since then.

Her morning activities went on for a short time more, but there wasn't a lot she could do in her room barring magical intervention. It was lonely, though. She was used to waking up in a two-bedroom room and having someone else in the other, rather than being in a single-bedroom one by herself. It gave her more privacy, but she didn't really care. There was plenty of that with a door connecting the two rooms. Every morning she was reminded of the fact that she was alone again, and it was getting to be unbearable for multiple reasons, the worst of which being the rage that she had felt ever since the sorrow of what had happened had gone away. It was a terrifying rage, for it prevented her from seeing reason like nothing else. It had been happening since the fight with the Dread Lord, and seemed to be getting more frequent now that she was alone again.

Shaking her head to clear those thoughts, Siera grabbed her belt, wrapping it around her waist and tightening it, making sure after that she had everything. The only thing missing was her harp, which she picked up and put on the hook designed to carry it as she opened her door and walked out into the hall. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

05-Jun-2015 06:51:15

Inferi

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It was still somewhat of a mess from the antics of the night before, but that was something she chose to ignore. What the tavern maids did was their business, even if she found it to be strange, and drunks never left behind anything that was good to look at.

Downstairs was where the real surprise was, though. Two people she recognized were there, neither of which she would have expected to see in a place like this at this hour. The Guildmaster, although wearing a charming smile like he always did, looked out of place. It wasn't like him to be recruiting random people in a tavern like this. Every time she had seen him doing a recruiting event, it had been done from some extravagant building. Maybe the Champion's Guild was no longer standing, but that didn't mean he didn't have somewhere that was a lot nicer.

Still, it was the other, the Hagspawn, that she was most surprised to see. Although she had heard a few people talk about someone called "Ethel the Dreaded" she hadn't expected it to be someone she had seen before. Although the two had never actually formally met, the musician did remember that she had been at the battle with the Dread Lord. That was enough to make Siera wonder why the Hagspawn was here, although she suspected it had something to do with the Guildmaster recruiting.

As the Guildmaster already had someone talking to him - a man Siera did not recognize - she opted to go to Etheldredda. Maybe the Hagspawn would remember her, maybe she wouldn't, but the musician would rather deal with her than Monsieur Fredric*. He didn't care about much more than money, and if it was something that he was the sole purveyor of then she wasn't sure she wanted any part of it. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

05-Jun-2015 06:51:19

Inferi

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Drawing out her small notebook and the pen she had magicked up some time ago, and hoping that the Hagspawn could read - since communicating was nearly impossible for her if the other person could not - she wrote "

Are you involved in what he is recruiting for?

" before approaching Etheldredda and tentatively offering the notebook for her to read. Adventures might not exactly be her thing, but if this was something that might bring her to any clues about where Cadmus was then she couldn't afford not to at least see what it was. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

05-Jun-2015 06:51:22

Omarobb

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The Plucky Hecatonchire

There was moisture in the air. Perturbed by subtleties in the composition of each rush of gas he drew through the rusted metal gates on either side of his breather, Mariuk Tambriel Aldernon of The Third Peak deduced that the skies would soon be grey. It was quite a pity. For Mariuk had hoped to hunt east of the settlement, among the scattering of trees that barely warranted its label of 'forest'. Perhaps, he would have bagged a meaty Korav, those beasts tended to search for their death this time of year. They were rather dull creatures but tasted quite exquisite when stewed correctly. Just a hint of Andranian fire salts, and a touch of stripped pepper and you had quite a delicacy.

Mariuk let his mind wander. He had to travel north. The mere size of the task ahead didn't worry him; however, floating thoughts birthed between the plains of reality and oblivion had a habit of distracting him at such paramount times of action.

"Hold stranger." A proper Paladin, blessed by one of those numerous human gods - was it Janis? Or Tyrroos? - had stymied his horse, startling the absent-minded Mariuk. The beast let out a slight neigh before bending its mane down and engaging in a staring contest with the dirt below it. They were all a few hundred meters away from the archway that led into the hamlet, though no other life was visible in their isolated little tract of Engelain. "What is your business here?" There was suspicion in his tone and a distrust in his eyes.

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Mariuk's previously crossed arms unwound themselves from each other; he opened his palms to reveal that he wasn't holding any weapons. Though the crossbow and composite bow strapped upon Mariuk's back were both obscured from the poor angle the Paladin had positioned himself in, the twin daggers and short cutlass clasped to his belt were quite visible. "I'm just a traveller. I was hoping to do some hunting, and cooking, maybe make a nice stew, but this blasted weather may just prevent me from that. Gods and their weather patterns, you know?"

The Paladin looked up at the currently clear sky, and furrowed his brow. Mariuks merely shrugged. "Take off your hood." The paladin was not amused by the casualty with which this man spoke on the subject of gods. With gusto that only grand noble heroes possessed, the paladin drew out a long steel blade - probably blessed by Tyrrus himself - and pointed it straight at Mariuk.

"Well I'm not sure you'd like what you see. I'm a rather ugly fellow. My mother always blamed my father. My father always blamed my mother." Mariuk looked around nervously. He really wanted to avoid a fight. There was no need for a dead paladin on his conscious. And Mariuk didn't really care for the thought of dying himself either. The Paladin motioned with his sword, a clear message of 'do it'.

"Very well." Mariuk's gloved hands reached up, clasping the maroon cloth that obscured his visage, and tugged on it. Sliding down his feathers and collapsing on itself, the hood revealed the intelligent unmarred face of an Avian. Striking turquoise eyes, met those of the paladin, who at first appeared surprised, then confused. Mariuk's golden feathers looked ruffled as they often did when he was uncomfortable. Loose tufts of feathers at the top of his head were spiked back, as was the style of many of the more southern tribes. The breather, which Mariuk relied on for long stints below the peaks, obscured his beak.

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Omarobb

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"What are you doing so far south Birdman?" Who still wore the cloth of confusion so perfectly; it seemed fitting on his handsome face. He sheathed his blade. Obviously, the Paladin had expected something else under the hood.

"We prefer Avian." Mariuk said with a wink. "I already told ya. Just some cooking and hunting, a little bit of relaxing before traveling north." Intentionally vague, Mariuk hoped the Paladin wouldn't probe further. He got his wish.

"Very well. Be careful Birdman. There's evil a foot all across this land. The Hags and Ogres both are preying on the unfortunate. Neither are fond of trespassers."

"I'm the very bastion of discreteness." Mariuk said with a mocking curtsy.

"Of course." The Paladin said with a smirk, simultaneously pulling on the leather reigns attached to his horse. He and the beast went rocketing off eastward, as Mariuk re-adorned his hood.

"All these Paladins think they're the very epitome of morality. All ********. Never met a pleasant one. It's all maidens and fame with those folk. Oh, I’m off to save the bloody world." Mariuk muttered under his breath, picking up his pace towards the village.

Right outside the hamlet limits, with the grand wooden arch casting its shadow upon the ground, Mariuk fingers penetrated the soft dirt of the road, and scooped up a sizable fist of the dust. He absentmindedly rubbed it all across the gold inlining of his light brown armor as he walked under the opening, ignoring the strange looks of the town-folk. Like most Avian armor, Mariuk's had been forged with ornateness, flexibility and protection in mind - exactly in that order. Though Mariuk did approve of the flexibility granted by his armor, he would have preferred it forged with a hardier material. Additionally, the flashy gold inlays only attracted trouble among these human folk. People either thought he was nobility and treated him with disdain, or thought he was a thief and treated him with disdain. He really couldn't win.

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'What a typical hamlet.' Mariuk observed the stone and wooden cottages. Likely extracted from the mountains to the north, the cottages were often merely walls of uneven cobblestone bricks, with the occasional pillar of wood for stability or decoration. The roofs were more skillfully constructed; well-placed hay hid the wooden frames underneath. There were a few side roads, however, most appeared to be dead ends, leading into the cul-de-sacs of the holier-than-though villagers. A swinging wooden sign - depicting a rather bodacious Hecatonchire - caught Mariuk's eye. 'A bar! Perfect!'

With a newfound enthusiasm, Mariuk marched through the relatively clear streets and swung open the wooden door.

A few miserable patrons looked up from their tankards and bottles to eye up the strange hooded-man who had disturbed the serenity of the bar with his boisterous entrance. Creaking loudly and awkwardly, the wooden door slammed shut behind Mariuk. 'What is it with daytime taverns and gloominess.' Cautiously, Mariuk approached the wooden surface that purported itself as a bar. Caked in a layer of beer stains and heavily scarred by marks of daggers embedded by adventurers trying to make a point or achieve attention, the bar surface was a disaster. The gloomy lanterns and the lack of sun light did not do much to improve the mood.

"Who died in here?" Mariuk said with a chuckle, overwhelmed for a moment, by his god-like wit.

Turning around the bartender looked the stranger up-and down. In his left hand he held a grimy glass, in his right hand he held and even grimier rag. "Some poor bloke. We found him all dead like in the bathroom." The bartender paused for a moment as if for dramatic affect and leaned in closer. "'fing is, if you ask me it wasn't no accident of the like. I saw an elf folk and I'm sure as hell they had a part to play."

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Mariuk, startled by the fact that his wit was responsible for the death of a man and that his terrible joke now appeared to others as unfounded omniscience, stood speechless.

"Come off it. You can't just generalize people like that. It's prejejuiced." A woman behind the bar, likely the barman's wife, piped up. The man muttered something under his breath, though didn't directly address the woman.

Mariuk, clearing his throat, managed to speak up, "That's horrible." Mariuk didn't really care at all about the dead man, though he knew enough social niceties to feign sympathy. After a respectful amount of time passed, Mariuk spoke again, speaking loudly in hopes of perturbing the attention of one of the miserable inn folks, "Do you know of any people moving northward? I'm trying not to pass through the land of those horrible Avians alone."

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