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Role Slayers: Role for Initiative! [RP]

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Mission No.: 4021020
SSS Sq Cpt: Rezo Sifer (51734)
Desc: Human-Goblin Payload Exchange
Keywords: #Human #Goblin #Economic #Mercantile #Fabric #Metalwork #Currency #Translator #Common #Goblish
Importance: Med-Low
Loc: Meridia ; Arbor Mesa Zone
Summary: Planned and delegated exchange of goods between human city Polara clothier board and goblin settlement Marrowfort forge assc. SSS party of ten (10) to serve as enforcement and peacekeeper to one (1) Marko Ytalli, human Scribe, and two (2) human apprentice(s). Human-made reams of fabric and textile to be exchanged for goblin-made iron ringlets and chains for estimated equal value. Physical manifest(s) provided to SSS Sq Cpt. Rendezvous point Meridia-Monster border two (2) leagues E of Marrowfort. SSS Roc deployment NW Polara Meadows.
Est. Time: Six (6) or fewer day(s).
Rezo Sifer: Neophyte Captain
Location: Arbor Mesa Zone
"How much longer must we travel?"

"The rendezvous point is a three-day journey on foot from the Meridia-Polara border." Rezo spoke with all the patience of a parent explaining for the third time in a night why exactly the moon traveled across starry skies. Muffled and metallic, his voice echoed from his silver three-point helm as his jowls rubbed against ill-fitted hinges. Damn the international metalworker holiday. They'd see him rubbed raw after a six-day journey.

"And those great birds...those rocs. Bigger than castles! Why couldn't they simply fly us to the goblins?"

Rezo didn't consider himself young. Marko Ytalli, head translator for the Clothiers' Coalition, surpassed him by a decade, maybe two. Unlike the child--whose naivety and impatience, perhaps rooted in curiosity, endeared it to the parent--Ytalli's sickeningly-sweet pass for charm wore even rawer after half a century spoiled.

"Not protocol." Rezo stated. "You're a translator, right? Finest in Polara. Perhaps then you're familiar with goblin superstition when it comes to visits from large, airborne creatures."

None more than Rezo wished the SSS Roc squadron had dropped them a stone's throw from the monster-Meridia border. However, the Arbor Mesa Zone proved problematic. Though the flat stumps of long-harvested titanic trees stretched for miles, the frontier still boasted a quite living ecosystem. Shoots, if they could even be called it when growing wider around than grain silos, grew endlessly from their progenitor mesas; a dense, interconnected and multilevel forest. No place for a roc to land without risking its wings.

Marko sighed. Telltale signal of topic change. "My feet ache. Saddle sores...my word, Mar Sifer, you can't imagine. All for trade. All to endure so I can exchange with savages. Barbarians. Fine fabrics for mere ringlets, I say to you...."

"Oh, Mar Ytalli! So wise and so patient."
"Night of the third day, wise Mar! We haven't much longer."

Rezo dared steal a glance over his shoulder. The left, for his armor stacked insurmountably high over his lesser side. Through the slits on his visor he watched Ytalli's assistants fawn over a man twice--thrice?--their age. He wondered how deep the womens' pockets went, considering they endured a predicted six days' travel in company of their Master, who as far as Rezo's eyes could tell, had only vacated the saddle of his primped ostrich to relieve himself four times a day.

No sign of the rest of his ten-person party. Rezo figured his contemporary SSS members who he'd either recruited or had fallen in line for assignment happily protected the payload rather than endure their Polaran guests. As fancy as the man dressed, despite the dozens of gold rings he forced over his bloated fingers, Marko Ytalli couldn't outprice the reams upon reams of spun fabric and cut textiles his employers had entrusted safe passage and safer exchange. For all his pomp, for all his self-important elaborations to his decades-younger apprentices, Marko Ytalli could consider himself little more than an accessory to capital.

From his vantage point at the head of the party, Rezo observed the road in front of them turn and widen, leading to the doorsteps of a fortress. Cut into the wooden cliffside, the Meridia Waypoint bore SSS symbology carved above its lattice-locked door. Losing himself in the third retelling of his time as a founding falsetto of the Bandelbride Scribe School's first a capella group, Marko Ytalli failed to notice the impressive edifice.

Rezo approached a large spool protruding from wooden ground off the path and pressed his SSS coin to its surface. Fibrous, vine-like rope unraveled from the mechanism, which Rezo looped around his left arm with little fanfare. A hefty tug, his beastly arm straining, the interlocking wooden panels barring entrance to the waypoint retracted, permitting entry.

"Heavens! Thank the Scribe we've finally arrived."

"Yes, Mar Ytalli!"
"Finally, Mar Ytalli!"

Marko Ytalli looked down his nose from his ostrich's saddle to meet Rezo's helm. The look on his flushed face, framed by primped oily curls, reminded Rezo of someone who had taken a bite out of a lemon wedge. "Mar Sifer, I pray the third of our waypoints the most accommodating yet?"

Rezo nodded as professionally as one could after spending almost three full days marching next to the world's whiniest sack of Polaran corn flour. The Paladin lead the party through the gates, which barely yawned open wide enough for the wagon, and waited for the last set of feet to enter before he pressed his SSS coin to an enchanted panel to lock the gate. Lattice wove shut, barring all but a few drops of moonlight.

"Ah, so dark!" Marko Ytalli yelped. "Perhaps it's better if we can't see the grime...."

"Torches!" Rezo bellowed. "Kaspella, Novelle, step to it! We need--hmmmm...."

The guttural, beast-like growl had escaped his lips before Rezo could pay it mind. One of the apprentice girls jumped, as if she had simply thought his sloped, three-pronged helm and swollen arm entirely decorative. Rezo sensed something amiss before sudden enchantment or wandlight would blind them all, for his beast's eyes cut through the darkness and smoldering coals and gristle settled on his palate.

Rezo flew with sudden quickness to prod at a recently-collapsed fire pit in the corner of the waypoint's ground floor. Stupid, to leave a fire unattended in a structure made entirely of wood. Though it chipped away at his pride, Rezo found himself on all-fours. He lifted his visor and then dropped his snout to sift around the tepid coals. Charred meat, spilled spirits...no, something acerbic, alcohol-like but not consumable, and a third odor he could not recognizable as human nor monster.

"Fan out!" Rezo commanded. He rose, back straight, and flipped his visor down. Both panic and pride fought for control of his breath. "Secure the perimeter! Moe, Val, Narn, Kaspella--upper floors. Ambrose, Dresden, Alisya--outside. Scout the surrounding waypoint grounds. Novelle and King--with me, here. Protect our Polaran allies and their payload."

'Though not in that order.' Rezo sourly mused.

They had company. Unknown, unanticipated, but nonetheless a hitch in an otherwise smooth, by-the-books escort mission.
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Dresden

It had seemed so long ago now, getting the official letter telling em about this mission.
First mission as a Fortifer, and the only Lamia one at that!
Ey had been told ey had needed more experience in the field to see what kind of things could change the tide of battle.

When Dresden had read the summons ey had shrugged, it had seemed like a simple task, the worst bit would be hanging around merchants. Ey had shuddered at the thought of being in close proximity to them, especially without someone ey could trust beside em.

Still not all merchants were bad right? This one didn’t sound like they normally trafficked people right?

Cal, a Caladrius, high level healer but world worn and a committed full time drunk, had been over the moon.
Like a proud parent had recounted his glory days of missions and mentioned about one escort mission that had gone rapidly from bad to worse. His group had ran out of supplies, everything from food and drink, to Cal having to literally scavenge for things to try and make some kind of medicine or at least painkiller from.

“You’re going to love it Dres! You’ll get to meet more people, and might actually look forward to receiving letters.” He had grinned, placing his large calloused hands upon eir blueish shoulders and squeezed. “Just remember to feast before you go. Can’t have you not show off your best because you’re too afraid you’ll freak people out by eating on the road.”

“Thanks dad!” Dresden rolled eir eyes, but was inside beaming, Cal wasn’t very often willing to talk about the past and even less likely to actually smile about it. “So over prepare for everything...Got it!”

“Dres! Wait! Don’t go and make a nuisance of yourself with the quartermasters! I want to retire in peace and not have to listen to them bitch and moan about you!” Cal yelled towards his charge who was rapidly disappearing down the road.

Oh how looking back Dresden was probably insufferable. Kaspella had been the unlucky victim of being present when ey turned up, list in hand.

Ey had listed everything the group could possibly need if they were to be ambushed and injured. There was no way in hell Dresden was going to be able to fix everyone up with what ey had originally planned to bring and ey were not exactly willing to heal every party member. Even just the thought made Dresden nauseous…

The trip had been reasonably uneventful, other than a few faux pas, apparently even the mix of humans and monsters within the party were perplexed when Dresden had woken up and planned to bask in the sun before the party had all woken up and got ready to carry the journey on.

Ey had thought they had been one of the first up, but the group’s fearless leader, Captain Sifer was already in his armour...Dresden had decided that there wasn’t going to be time for basking and that they should probably throw some of eir clothes on.

Especially when two of the human apprentices looked shocked and embarrassed and were covering their eyes.

In the days since the most that Dresden had got was by undoing the corset ties on the back of eir jacket and letting it show the majority of eir back. It hadn’t been quite as luxurious as a good hour laying in the sun soaking up that sweet sweet heat, but it had done the trick.


Now however… as ey were one of the last to walk through, something felt off. Captain Sifer was already barking orders and not in the way he had ordered them about during the journey. Dresden used this moment to adjust eir eyes.

Eir pink tongue flashed out. Ey could taste something in the air.

Captain Sifer had issued more orders after he himself had sniffed out something he didn’t like the smell of.

Clutching the straps of eir doctors back and slipping eir arms through it instead, Dresden slipped away, eir body’s movements were fluid as ey slivered low to the floor. Smoke still clung in the air and torches only added to it. The lower to the ground eir were the less ey would be seen by whatever it was that had spooked eir Captain so much. If it spooked him, it sure as hell was gonna spook Dresden.

Looking around at the other two that were being ordered outside, Ambrose and Alisya with an affirmative nod ey went to the gate and opened it using their SSS coin and grimace as ey hung off of the rope before turning eir lower body into an anchor. The gate opened. Giving a last nod to the other two, Ey then went right to skirt the borders of the Waypoint’s grounds.

Blessed that the darkness would make it harder to see em, and glad ey wouldn’t have to extra waste energy trying to blend in with eir surroundings.
It wasn’t the fastest of processes because ey had to stay quiet and listen, and smell for other scents. Whatever was here it probably didn’t want to be found easily by anyone...or if it did, fancied themselves strong enough to handle the party.

Dresden took a deep breath trying to calm eir beating heart. This was not meant to have happened.
Clearing eir mind from all the things Cal had told em from his trip, Dresden carried on, traversing over the land, and shivering slightly in the coolness of the night.

Glancing towards the moon, and trying to think what most people would do in dark, cool conditions. If they were either laying in wait, and lets be real, the miserable man on the ostrich had looked pretty well off right? So it would be tempting to rob them…
Most people needed light to see, so to ambush they wouldn’t want to give their position away with a torch.

They would have had to have moved through the moonlight...No wonder Captain Sifer had sent the three out to scope.

If they were not trying to ambush, then they would craved warmth and shelter, so were unlikely outside...Dresden shivered again, ey were pretty sure whatever answers this night was to bring, ey weren't going to like it.
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When Kaspella caught wind of this mission, it had instantly appealed to her. A merchant in need of escort... That implied two things, that he had a lot of money, and that he was not confident in his ability to defend himself. That seemed like exactly the kind of person who'd be willing to do business with an Artificer. Her Role allowed her to make various kinds of wands that could be used by anyone, even a merchant. She'd brought along some extra wands of paralysis, a perfect nonlethal wand for someone just looking to avoid danger rather than gain an upper hand in combat. She was confident that, at the end of the mission, she could sell the merchant some wands for the future. Sadly, her plan quickly hit a snag.

The merchant was unbearable.

When the journey started, Kaspella had chosen to walk with Captain Rezo, close to the humans they were escorting, hoping to build rapport... But by Tiamat's scales, if she had to spend the whole trip there, she'd probably have used one of the wands of paralasis on the merchant at some point. Marco was clearly so wealthy that he had gotten used to never having to worry about how he would come across to other people. Constantly blubbering, complaining, making casually racist remarks... It didn't take long before Kaspella gave up on the idea of doing business with the human and excused herself further back down the convoy. "Sorry, Rezo, I don't have your patience." Maybe the goblins were more interested in wands...

She instead chose to walk with their own wagon. While the merchants had brought their own pack animals and vehicles to transport the precious cargo, the SSS brought one wagon of their own, filled with rations, bedrolls, and some other essential supplies. Kaspella knew exactly what was inside it; after all, she had drafted the manifest herself and double-checked it before leaving. They had enough food to last them for 10 days, which should be way more than actually needed. The new kid, Dresden had helped her as well. Ey insisted on bringing along way more medicine than Kaspella figured they needed, but that was a common thing for new people on supply duty, so she didn't contest it. Ey'd get the hang of it at some point, probably... A strange creature, that one. While they'd spent some time together at the armory, they hadn't really made a lot of small talk. Kaspella had gathered ey were a Lamia, some sort of shapeshifter, and that ey were skilled at fortifying weapons. Ey'd apparently gotten in due to a recommendation from Cal, a veteran of the SSS. She respected Cal, he had a lot of years under his belt, and he was usually one of the people to stay the latest at the bar... Which was probably why she knew him better than she knew most of her colleagues. As a result, she felt obligated to treat Dresden with some form of respect, although she did find it frustrating how much ey still seemed to rely on Cal.

The SSS wagon carried by a creature called an elk bird, a large bipedal bird with a large pair of antlers. She was fond of them for their majestic horns, as well as, surprisingly, their gizzard stones. Like many birds, they swallowed stones to aid their digestion, helping them grind down food. However, with elk birds, the unique makeup of their stomach content would imbue strange properties upon the stone, which made them quite suitable for pebblementals. Over the past decade or so, elk birds had become more popular in the SSS, partially due to her own insistence on acquiring more of them. In addition to their valuable gizzard stones, they were also capable beasts of burden. If cornered, they could be quite fierce, but, as peaceful herbivores, were more prone to fleeing instead.

The trip proved uneventful initially, she didn't need any of her wands or pebblementals. Kaspella kept a close eye on the supplies over the course of the journey, tracking if they were being used up at the expected rate. She felt confident that she'd gauged everyone's appetite well, which was often a challenge with such a varied crew. There were a few new recruits on this mission: Val, Novelle, Ambrose and Dresden. Val and Novelle were easy to budget for, they were humans, they all ate pretty much the same (although the former was apparently rather picky about how he ate it). Dresden was helping out with supplies, so ey were easily able to gauge for emself how much ey needed. Ambrose, she'd approached about the mission ahead of time, but he apparently was satisfied just receiving the default human package. She had a pretty human-level appetite herself, at least in temperatures like these...

Once the SSS convoy arrived at the checkpoint, things took a turn for the unexpected after they stepped into the darkness. Kaspella wasn't immediately aware of this, unlike Captain Rezo she was not blessed with darkvision. However, his grunting and shouting quickly told her that he'd noticed something suspicious in the dark. If she'd known they were planning to explore any dark areas, she'd have budgeted a wand of light for this mission, but no such luck. That's fine, she could improvise... Since she was standing next to the cart and knew exactly what was stored where, she managed to procure a torch even without relying on her vision. The elk bird wasn't scared, as the creatures were used to grazing in caverns and could see perfectly well in these conditions.

With the unlit torch in one hand, she reached for her trusty wand of flame with the other. Pushing its tip against the torch, she mentally activated it with practised expertise, lighting up the checkpoint. The wand of flame generally did a poor job at igniting fires, but even a little puff of fire was enough to light a torch. They're MADE to be ignited after all. As the torchlight illuminated the area, she noticed quickly why Rezo had gotten suspicious: there was a fire pit in here, and it looked like it hadn't been there for that long. Only SSS members should be able to get in here, but SSS members shouldn't be foolish enough to go lighting campfires inside their checkpoints... Did someone sneak in? Rezo didn't seem to want to take any risks and immediately split up the party to secure the area.

Moe, Val, Narn and herself were sent to check the upper floors. She was familiar with Moe and Narn. Both were powerful short-range fighters, skillsets that complemented her own well, and with no real magical powers to speak of. Moe was an unusual fellow. Always spoke very weird for a human, and seemed unusually anxious around her, which she chalked up to her being a Monster. Despite that, he seemed quite reliable and didn't ask too many questions. Narn was a guy who loved to rush into things. She'd thought on multiple occasions that a wand of scattershot would be very valuable on him, given his combat style, but she also figured there'd be a decent possibility of him blowing his own face off... Then there was Val Morris. He was a quiet guy, always seemed kinda jittery. His first field mission, she was pretty sure. Never stopped by the armory before, didn't even requisition anything for this mission either. From what Kaspella had gathered, he was a healer. Aside from that, pretty much all she knew about him is that he eats his meat really seared...

Kaspella felt qualified to be the one to take charge of this little subgroup, even as a Monster amidst humans. When she had the three human men gathered around her, she gestured towards the upstairs. "All right, boys, you heard the captain. Moe, Narn, you two lead the charge. I'll be right behind you with the torch. Val, stick with me, don't run ahead of them. Whoever made that fire pit might be upstairs, and we don't know if they're friendly." She eyed up Val for a moment. She wasn't sure about his offensive capabilities, or if he had any at all. He didn't seem to carry a weapon. He was probably some kind of mage, but his demeanour suggested he wasn't exactly comfortable with himself, which meant Kaspella wasn't either.

"Hey, kid," she prodded Val. "Take this for now." She handed over the wand of flame she'd used to light the torch. While she generally didn't give wands to recruits that hadn't used one before, she felt like it'd be even more unsafe to leave him walking around defenseless. "This is a wand of flame. You ever used one before? Here's the long and short of it - never point the red side at yourself or your allies", she pointed at one side of the short metal rod, which indeed had a red sheen to it. "...and if you want to activate it, hold it firmly and just think intently about fire." It wasn't nearly as detailed as the Wands 101 class she'd sometimes give to new recruits, but the wand of flame had a very low risk of backfiring if those two rules were followed. She felt the need to add: "But! Emergency use only! It's only got 31 uses left in it." Having one hand free now, she reached for the wand of paralysis, so that if they stumbled into conflict, there was still a possibility of resolving things non-violently. Holding the torch aloft, she ascended up the stairs, keeping her eyes ahead of her.
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Novelle

Novelle had not expected her first assignment would be quite like this. She had assumed she'd be put into some sort of clerical position, like she'd been hired for just out of the Academy. A place where she could actually be helpful, and not get in anyone's way. Maybe something where people could forget she was around most of the time. Instead, she'd been told that she'd be accompanying a group of actual field agents on an escort mission, so some human fabric could be traded for some goblin armor.

She'd thought maybe it had been some kind of mistake. There was no way a newbie like her, especially like her, would, or should, be trusted for any kind of field mission so quickly. She had considered bringing it up with someone, anyone, to see if she was right. Novelle was quick to realize, however, she had no idea who to bring it up with, and ruffled feathers on her first day just didn't seem like a good plan. So now, here she was, out in the middle of the The Meridian with twelve people who she didn't know, all of whom were relying on her to no screw anything up. It didn't really help that she had no idea what she was supposed to be doing.

She hadn't really been given a specific task after meeting the Captain, and being introduced to a few of the other members of the group. Everything seemed to be moving rapidly, so there hadn't been time for a proper meeting before hand, and Novelle had kind of faded into the background as everyone set about getting things prepared. She spent what was probably to much time trying to decide how she could be helpful, and eventually settled on something simple...enough.

Wagons had a penchant for breaking on the road, the wheels and axles specifically had a higher failure rate with more usage. (She'd read that somewhere, when she was working on an historical report at one time or another.) So it made perfect sense that placing an Enchantment on those areas would be the best thing she could offer. Of course, she didn't have time for a Long-Term Enchantment, even if she was any good at them, so she had to settle for Short-Term ones, and even that took longer than it should have. She eventually managed on a two-hour long enchantment for each wheel, and the axles. However, it took her almost 30 minutes to cast it, meaning by the time she got through all six items the enchantment had already faded on the first two pieces she'd placed it on. After spending a few more hours trying to come up with a solution that would let her fit three hours into two, she settled for simply enchanting the wheels.

Because the Enchantments were Short-Term, she keep track of which Enchantment was fading at what time. So, to help with that, she simply chose a pattern to enchant the wheels in: Front Right, Rear Right, Rear Left, Front Left. This endeavor would require a large amount of her attention once they got on the road, which was perfectly fine with her. She also managed to get her casting time down to about 15 minutes, even though it cut into the length of the actual enchantment. She also couldn't well hold her hand to the wheel for 15 minutes straight while they were moving, so she had to sacrifice some of the strength as well. This would lead to her doing a rotation of the wagon, about once an hour, reinforcing the wheels. It would probably look a little strange, but she didn't have time to think about that right now. She had to focus on doing a decent job, and she didn't need to be distracted with her own personal problems. Novelle felt she had her whole job figured out, and then the merchants showed up with their own wagons.

Now Novelle had to factor in how to enchant all those wheels as well, and despite her best efforts she couldn't work out a casting time lower than 15 minutes; at least if she wanted an enchantment that was more than superficial. This ultimately left half of the wagons wheels unenchanted during the process. It also had her moving up and down the sides of the wagons for the whole journey, and required all of her focus to not lose her place in the order, or the Enchantment. Thankfully, things had been mercifully quiet these past three days.
Three whole days they'd been on the move! She hadn't walked so much in years, and honestly probably never in such quick succession. Back at home she had helped her father, and younger brothers, harvesting crops and carrying for their meager number of livestock. She wasn't completely unaccustomed to physical strain, but she'd been in the Academy for quite a while, and she wasn't quite the same as the person who worked on her families farm in her childhood. As a result, she'd been more tired than she'd been comfortable with when they'd stopped in the evenings.

The evenings had been a whole 'nother issue entirely. She didn't know any of the other SSS members she was traveled with, and hadn't really made the effort to know them while she'd been working out her Enchantments. She really didn't want to have to talk to anyone though, but she probably should have gotten to know at least someone. Of course, this didn't mean she followed through on her own advice. She'd tried a couple of times, at least, she'd felt like she did. Ultimately she'd just stood by awkward, and silent, while a couple of the other agents exchanged a few words. She always told herself she'd do better the next evening, but each of them came and went without any real change. It was three whole agonizing days, and two nights, of this, before they reached what would essentially be the halfway point of their journey.

This particular way-point they had reached looked to be roughly the same size and layout as the previous two. That seemed a little odd to Novelle, who had expected a larger way-point this deep into The Meridian. Maybe they were closer to the other border than she had realized, or maybe the SSS really didn't want to give the illusion of any type of permanent settlements on the land they so dutifully guarded. Either way, it was still large enough to fit the whole group inside, even if the Wagon, again, only just managed to slip through the entrance.

No sooner had the entrance closed behind them then their Captain, Rezo Sifer, called for torches. Novelle moved to grab some from the back of the Wagon, but stopped when he paused and growled; causing her to shudder a little. She followed his voice, but it was hard to see with what little moonlight was filtering into the way-point. She could just barely make out a lump she had to assume was the Captain, he looked to be crouched, maybe?

"Fan out!" the Captain suddenly shouted, and gave a set of quick orders, "Secure the perimeter! Moe, Val, Narn, Kaspella--upper floors. Ambrose, Dresden, Alisya--outside. Scout the surrounding waypoint grounds. Novelle and King--with me, here. Protect our Polaran allies and their payload."

Wait, he wanted Novelle to stay inside, and guard the wagon and their charges? Why would he want that? If he was staying than he must be expecting something to happen, and he wanted Novelle directly involved in that. She wasn't a fighter, she could probably defend herself if she needed to, but why would he want her directly defending the cargo? Maybe he wanted something enchanted, that was probably it, it had to be. Before any of that, she needed to see first.

Novelle focused for a moment, and let fire roll into the Torch. The tips of her fingers heated up unpleasantly. She just closed her eyes and bared it for the few seconds it took. Unfortunately, because they were designed to burn, even the weakest of Enchantments would cause a torch to ignite. It took her a few seconds to open her eyes, especially with the light so close to her face. She also probably screwed up anyone's already adjusted vision, but she wasn't of use if she couldn't see.

“What...what do ya need me for, Captain?” She asked, as she made her way over to the some confusion, but mostly worry in her voice, “Do.. Do you or... King need anythin' enchanted?”
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Moe's Journal, Note 1

Current mission: Escort of Marko Ytalli, human Scribe, & apprentices, so they could trade their valuables to goblins. A simple mission. Moe had evaluated the risks already, there was little reason for this group to be attacked. While of course people that disagreed with this kind of economic trade existed, as Moe was fully aware of, this wasn't a well-known movement nor a big economic situation. Furthermore, while Marko Ytalli could be described as unpleasant to his fellows, or at the very least that's what Moe took from the reactions of his fellows to Marko's words, he did not have well-known enemies with enough power to threaten a whole SSS team, even one as haphazard as this one full of newbies and monsters.

Having accepted the mission as an unimportant one where his capabilities should hardly be needed, Moe took the journey lightly. He remained away from the group, not initiating conversation, and did not bother with their escorted either other than screening their behaviour so as to have a better understanding of the situation. The only data to come from that was the aforementioned knowledge of Marko Ytalli being unpleasant for the other beings outside of his loyal followers however. Nonetheless, this was good data: knowing that he had such loyal followers despite his personality made the job even easier, as they would gladly take an attack with their lives if needed to protect their lord and their cargo. Protecting them was of no importance as they were merely pawns for a greater being, and their service as meat shields would no doubt be useful should it come down to it - but the chances of that even happening were exceedingly low anyways. Nothing should go wrong...

...or so Moe thought, until things, indeed, went wrong. Entering their third waypoint, the team found themselves in complete darkness. The leader, Rezo, quickly asked for torches, a logical choice as humans were unable to properly see in the dark, something that of course applied to Moe too, as a human himself. However, he stopped himself mid-sentence, and suddenly let out a growl that was distinctively inhuman. It was quickly followed by orders to divide and secure the perimeter - they were in danger. Had Moe misjudged the situation? No, it did not make sense, especially here, where only SSS members should be granted entry. Did they have a mole in their midst? That was a logical explanation. If so, Moe had to prioritize finding said mole first and try to get information from them immediately, if possible without the rest around. This was too useful to ignore. However, right now, the priority would be to work with the rest to find the potential enemy, the rest could come afterwards.

"Moe, Val, Narn, Kaspella--upper floors" Such was the order of Rezo. This was not a team Moe was fond of. Narn was useful, he was a competent warrior whose talents complimented Moe's own, and his fight style could make him an easy sacrifice if needed. But the other two...Val was a newbie. Moe did not know what to expect from him. Seeing Kaspella's actions, it was clear the feeling was mutual there, as she tried guiding him with incredibly basic instructions. A good move, possibly, but it did not make Moe trust Kaspella more. She was a gigantic risk to Moe's own life, and being around her meant he had to be extremely careful. Having her around introduced another risk, not a safety, and it proved Rezo as a leader that he was unable to see this. Nonetheless, Moe had no option but to accept. A leader's orders are absolute.

"Understood. Beginning search." Moe coldly, even robotically, stated, walking up without care for Kaspella or Val lagging behind. Moe's usual talents would not be of much use here, he could take more space by lengthening himself but that would only put him at risk. However, the composition of his body, rather, his magical ability, had another use. Upon activation, light emanated from his body. It wasn't too bright, but it could compliment the torches and Kaspella's wand of flame. As such, Moe activated his magical circuits, lines of light appearing all over his body. He could increase the light if needed, but right now, conserving power would be more useful, and too bright of a light would only make him an easy target anyways. He wanted to find the enemy, but he also did not want to risk his own life for it, his true mission required him alive. If someone had to be sacrificed, the risky Kaspella or the new Val were better options, so it was better for them to shine brighter.
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Day Zero, mission 4021020
I was able to get a field mission. Escort for a peaceful trade between humans and goblins. According to the notice, Rezo Sifer is the squad captain. I... I can do this.

Day One
Rezo's a Paladin. He's not the same guy, I know, but I can't help but think back to Abraham. The human merchant is unpleasant. Would've fit in too well at Arithic. Good excuse not to be up front with Rezo. I should've put in a food request, but the quartermaster, Kaspella, made sure my meat will be cooked longer next time. She works in the Armory, I guess. No wonder I didn't know.

Day Two
Didn't have a nightmare last night. Maybe it's the open road. This is... better. Some of the others seem nice, but I didn't manage to open up. Or even really meet any of them. I need to, but... The damned hand is itching, I hate it. Haven't used it since they had me demonstrate my powers.
The third day was about as eventful for Val as the prior two. The road is a good place to talk to whoever you're traveling with, but actually managing to approach anyone proved an insurmountable task for the Warlock, and his habit of walking just a bit distant from the group likely made him seem too aloof and difficult to approach in turn. Maybe at the outpost, once they bunkered down, he'd actually respond to someone saying something to him with something meaningful. That dream, or at least his conception of it, vanished once they entered and Rezo noticed something off about the outpost. The dark of the room wasn't uncomfortable to Val, but that didn't mean he could see in it. The Warlock tensed slightly as Rezo barked out orders, painful memories coming to his mind, but he managed to keep his cool as Kaspella brought some light to the room. Apparently Val was to go check the uppper floors with Kaspella, Moe, and Narn. The other two were humans, if he remembered names right? Trying to sniff out a potential ambush in a dark environment wasn't what Val was hoping for, but at least he did have some experience in this. Kaspella took charge, ordering Moe and Narn upstairs first, and having Val stay with her.

"...right." He nodded, moving towards Kaspella and preparing to head up the stairs with her. Unfortunately, she took the moment to hand him her Wand of Flame. His breath died in his throat a moment as she explained things. He knew why this was happening, all he'd been able to manage to tell the others about his abilities was that he could heal or strengthen them, but holding on to this thing? That ruby-red end taunting him with its violent potential, color too much like blood as he insistently pointed it straight down at the floor, just slightly askew away from his or Kaspella's feet. He stayed quiet for the whole explanation, but after Kaspella managed only a few steps up the stairs, Val finally caught up, heading up the stairs and stopping her, while Moe continued on ahead. "W-wait! I can't... I mean, I don't need this. I... please take it back." He paused, thinking. She probably wouldn't take it back without knowing at least a little more, how was she supposed to know what he could do? "I can protect myself, I used to," he swallowed to stop the truth from exiting his mouth, "know a Warrior, I uh... picked up some hand-to-hand." His free left hand scratched at the back of his right hand beneath his glove, the right hand still clutching the weapon. He wanted nothing more but to shove the wand (tip-down, not tip-first, safety matters when handing over weapons) back to her, or toss the damned thing away, but he had to put up with this thing in his hands just a bit longer. She'd take it back, she had to, right?
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King

It had barely been a day since King had returned to SSS headquarters, fresh off the successes of his latest excursion to the southern plains. But it was out of the frying pan and into the fire, one might say, as his schedule had been jam-packed, being pulled in one direction after another. Wasn't it bad enough they had interrupted his studies so often? It had been just over three years since he'd first started integrating with the mighty rhinoceroses, but he'd have easily done it in two if he'd just been left to it, so he says, and not plucked out of the field to participate in missions at his superiors beck and call. Alas, he'd been in the game long enough to know what he'd signed up for, so the sacrifice of time is one that must be made now and then.

But nevertheless, he had persevered and conquered the trial he'd set out to face! King stood proud, with a deeper understanding of the gentle but mighty soul of the rhinoceros than any other in the SSS could ever dare claim! Thinking back to his time with the herd was almost enough to bring a tear to his withered old eyes; oh how he missed them so! Wise old Mother Hornsby... the gentle Ivory Sue... the brash R. Kastompski with his heart of gold... and who could forget cheeky little Stampede-o Junior? (Names copyright King Vaughan, do not steal). Memories of the whole ceratotherium simum gang brought a warm feeling to his very core, one that was now strengthened by his bonds with them, granting him strength both physically and spiritually as well.

Sadly, he was no longer out grazing through the grasslands with his brothers and sisters, but back amidst his fellow humans and monsters. It was nice to be among friends he could actually speak with again, don't get him wrong, but all the paperwork of his findings and results and such was really bumming him out. He looked forward to wrapping up for the day and going down to the tavern for drinks with friends and co-workers he was eager to reunite with, not having been back in town for about five or six months. It was an agonizing day of writing up and submitting his reports, but once he was done, there was one thing he simply had to do before leaving for the day.

With a spring in his step, he strolled over to the SSS stables to catch up with some dear friends who would not be joining him for drinks tonight. That is to say, the elk birds. Heaven bless Kaspella for encouraging the acquisition of these beauties! Fauna from the monster side of the Meridia was always a sight to behold, and King had grown quite fond of his antlered allies. Though he knew he'd never be able to connect with them as deeply as he wishes, it was still always a pleasure to stop by around their feeding time and spend some time with the big ol' lugs. However, this particular evening, there was a bit of hustle and bustle about, as King arrived just as one elk bird was being taken out for participation in a mission escorting some merchant across the Meridia. Though he was tired from his travels back to the capitol, and drained from the mundanity of paperwork since his return, only one thought was racing around King's mind upon hearing of this mission... what sort of steed would the merchant be riding?

Three nights later
King had essentially invited himself upon the mission, not having to plead much at all with Rezo to gain his approval, and had spent the majority of the trek rotating between walking alongside the trusty elk bird and eagerly skipping up to the front of the troop, in awe of the beautiful sight of the truly splendiferous Marco Ytalli...'s ostrich. That wasn't an ounce of regret in King for casting aside his Welcome Back drink-a-thon; it was absolutely worth it to spend the days by the side of this wonderful creature. Is there anything that can touch the soul of a man more than the quiet dignity of a flightless bird? Creatures like the ostrich were like beacons of hope that someday humanity might be able to truly connect with those untouchable idols of the sky.

Day after day, King had just found himself smiling until his cheeks hurt, entranced by the majesty of this wonderful bird. He'd gotten so wrapped up in his adoration that he'd barely had time to introduce himself to the handful of new recruits that Rezo had roped into this escort mission. Val, Novelle, Ambrose and Dresden were all fresh faces to him, and on any other mission he'd be up in their personal space welcoming them all to the team with open arms. But between the awe-inspiring ostrich at the head of the pack and his recent isolation, the thought of conversation was lost somewhere at the back of his head. He'd had pleasant enough campside chats catching up a bit with familiar faces like Alisya, Narn and Kaspella, (a nice little wave is the most he can ever get out of zany ol' Moe, what a riot that guy), but when it came to the new recruits, he'd failed to spark any real banter with them. But, as a zoomancer does, he had been watching them now and then, observing their little quirks and routines. He'd always considered it a bit of a bad habit, analysing people like he does his study animals, but it had proven to come in handy for breaking the ice in the past. Maybe in this next checkpoint he'd have a chance to make a new friend once the animals were settled.

That hope quickly took a back seat however, as Rezo called foul on the state of their waypoint. It had been a laid-back and peaceful enough outing so far, but it might very well be that that was no longer the case. Instinctively, King gently circled around to Marko's ostrich's side, hand on the hilt of his blade, beginning to slightly unsheath it, slowly as to not frighten the poor bird.
"Shhh..." he whispered gently to the bird in the dark, careful not to brush against its feathers and scare it, "I'll protect you, my pretty."

"Novelle and King--with me, here. Protect our Polaran allies and their payload." bellowed Rezo, quickly taking strong command of the situation. King was pleased that he wasn't being sent out with one of the other groups, it meant he could focus on protecting the ostrich and elk bird if they were in fact in any danger... oh, and the merchants too, I guess.
"Roger that, Rezzy." King smiled cheekily,addressing his squad leader rather informally. On the one hand, teases such as this were jolly old King's forte, but on the other, he hoped this playful tease would maintain an illusion of calm and prevent their charges from getting into a panic about the sudden shift in atmosphere. Whether they were actually under threat or not, It would do no good if Rezo's precaution and sudden barking of orders got old Marko and his girls worked up. Humans are, after all, animals and that's especially apparent when they're scared. And speaking of folks seeming a little spooked...
“What...what do ya need me for, Captain?” Novelle asked sheepishly as she lit up a torch, “Do.. Do you or... King need anythin' enchanted?”
"Heh, cute kid..." King smirked to himself, before giving the meek girl a reassuring grin over from his position, "Giving us some light is a good enough start, Vellie, well done! For now just keep your wits about you and follow Rezzy's orders!"
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Ambrose

Ambrose could have murdered Marko Ytalli. His whining was like that of an incessant child. More than once during this trip, Ambrose had had the desire to rip the human off his ostrich and bash his head into the ground until he no longer made a sound. Usually at these moments, he would take to the air to both escape the whining of Marko Ytalli and to give his leg some reprieve. What prevented him from doing that this time, was that he was now resting his wings. He wanted to conserve his flight a bit in case the crew urgently needed his ability to fly. For the same reason, he had his wings out, rather than hidden with shapeshifting like he usually would. His wings were just draped over him, like some sort of cape.

Don't harm the human, don't harm the human, don't harm the human, don't harm the human... Ambrose mentally repeated this mantra. As he kept repeating this, his mind began to wander to a moment shortly before he had arrived at the SSS.

~~~

"It is of the utmost importance that you not prey upon the humans associated with the SSS." Gentius sternly advised his two protege

"Yes, sir." Ambrose and Euria droned simultaneously.

The two had been called to Captain Gentius Casar's office for information about their reassignment to SSS. As their Captain, he had went over the details of the transfer to the SSS with them and seemed to be reading them the riot act now. Captain Casar lectured the two knights from his desk while the two stood still as could be, attentively listening. Captain Casar could be known for his temper, and neither particularly wanted to spark that temper by looking disinterested, distracted, or bored.

"The Order of the Black Rose and the SSS have been working together harmoniously for decades now," Gentius sternly said, with his voice growing progressively louder, "I will not be known as the captain of the two rose knights that ruined this relationship. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir." They replied simultaneously, now louder than the first time to match Casar's rising tone.

"This experience is both an honor and a privilege," Gentius once again began to lecture, "This is a rare opportunity to collaborate with those outside our race, and broaden your own views and abilities. I expect you to treat this as such."

"Thank you for permitting us this opportunity, sir." They both replied, bowing.

Gentius seemed pleased by the response. Gentius took a deep breath and gave the both of them warm smile. "I have faith that the both of you will perform well."

Captain Casar was known as one of the sternest captains in the Order. To see him smile was a rare sight. Feelings of pride started to well up in Ambrose. To have the Captain smile at him, almost made Ambrose become emotional. Almost. Ambrose knew better than to let his emotions flow free in front of Captain Casar. Why did he possess such feelings for the Captain? Captain Casar had been training Ambrose to be rose knight since he could remember. Since Ambrose was an orphan, Captain Casar was the closest thing to what could be seen as a father figure.

"Euria, your performance has defied all expectations." Gentius praised Euria, "Mokihana was correct in pushing for your role change. Your prodigious talent for wielding the black rose would have been wasted being a simple Rose Priestess"

"Thank you Captain," Euria bowed, "Thank you for allowing me the opportunity properly use these talents."

Gentius nodded and turned to Ambrose.

"Ambrose, as expected, your talent for this role has been remarkable." Gentius praised Ambrose, "I look forward to seeing your continued progress as you collaborate with the SSS."

"Your words are far too kind, Captain" Ambrose replied with a bow, "I will continue to strive to meet your expectations."

Gentius paused for a moment and hurriedly stood up, turned around facing the large stained glass window behind his desk. The three stood in total silence for what seemed like an eternity. All Ambrose could think about was what Captain Casar was thinking right now. It was rare to see him act in such a way that was not cold or stern. As Ambrose continued to ponder, Captain Casar spoke up, breaking the silence.

"That is all." Gentius ordered softly almost as a whisper, "You two are dismissed, go pack your things and get ready to be transported to the SSS."

"Yes sir!"


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"Heavens! Thank the Scribe we've finally arrived." Ytalli cheered, breaking Ambrose out of his musings.

"Thank Lilith, my ears will have a break from his miserable whining." Ambrose muttered.

They had finally arrived to the waypoint. Which meant they could take another break right? Wrong. When opening the waypoint, Captain Rezo detected something was amiss.

"Fan out!" Rezo commanded, "Secure the perimeter! Moe, Val, Narn, Kaspella--upper floors. Ambrose, Dresden, Alisya--outside. Scout the surrounding waypoint grounds. Novelle and King--with me, here. Protect our Polaran allies and their payload."

Curses. Captain Rezo had paired him with that wretched Lamia. While many monsters preyed upon humans, few did so in the manner that Incubi and Succubi did. Lamia happened to be one of those monsters that also used seduction to prey upon humans. And for that, they were vile, disgusting creatures. At least that is what they were taught in the Order by the priest and priestesses. He couldn't believe he would have to work alongside this despicable creature. In his month at SSS, he had done his best to avoid interacting with this wretched creature. Did Captain Rezo not know of the horrible relations between such species?!

Ambrose took a moment to consider the current arrangements. While Ambrose wasn't familiar with everyone's abilities quite yet, he had made sure to have an idea of their species and role with whatever information he had on hand. From his count, there were 4 monster species and 6 humans. Captain Rezo had divided it such that Kaspella was the only monster in one of the human groups. Further, none of the monsters were assigned to guard the human merchants. While Ambrose was thankful he wouldn't have to hear anymore of their whining, the division of these groups was concerning to say the least. This seemed to imply that Captain Rezo didn't trust the monster to work with humans, besides perhaps Kaspella. It went against the very claim of SSS having monsters and humans working together to keep balance. He could almost laugh. That would fall in line with what he thought of human behavior.

An alternative, and more optimistic, hypothesis would be that the monsters could scout outside without the use of fire sources. This would be tactically sound as they could scout outside without as much notice, allowing them to perhaps get the slip on their probable foes. But was this actually Captain Rezo's thought process? ...this was all very curious.

Whatever the case maybe, he had been given his order from the Captain. He was not about to go against it, lest he want to bring shame on the Order. He traveled outside with his two compatriots. While the moonlight made it easier to see, it was still darker than he was used... why was he having such trouble seeing now? Demons could see plenty well at...he finally had an 'oh duh' moment. Ambrose closed his eyes, reverting them to their glowing crimson form. As he opened his eyes, he could see things much clearer now.

Ambrose took this moment to summon his thorn rapier. With a few hand motions, the incubus was able to summon the thorny vines of the black rose from the ground beneath them. Ambrose contorted the vines quickly and efficiently, creating a thorny rapier. He took the rapier in hand, while the remnants of the black rose slithered back into the ground. He unfurled his wings that were previous cloaking him. He was ready to view things from the air above. Though before acting, he glanced at Alisya and Dresden with his glowing crimson eyes.

"Unless you two have any objections, I will scout from the air." Ambrose announced to Dresden and Alisya.

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Honestly, he'd been on worse missions than this.

There was this one time, Narn would tell the closest creature that would listen, that he and a contingent of soldiers had to march through 5 miles of bog to reach a village that had been taken over by these strange fish-folk. Honestly he didn't think his feet would ever be dry again. The skin was white up to his ankles from trench foot.
Or that over time that he had to trudge across a desert to get intel to the higher ups. He had left the last member of his team in the sand 10 miles prior, dead from dehydration. They had refused to believe that when desperate, you could find water in all sorts of places. Narn didn't have such qualms, Narn was a survivor.

So despite the fresh blisters on his heels and the nagging soreness between hid thigh Narn would silently remind himself that this particular trek wasn't that bad.

When they arrived at the checkpoint, Narn could feel the proverbial hackles on Rezo's neck stand up. He himself didn't like the feeling of emptiness around them, as if something had recently vacated the premises. He also didn't enjoy the fact that he couldn't see. This was quickly rectified after Kaspella lit a torch. The draconian then took charge of the small group sent to sweep the upper levels. Narn was happy to defer to the artificer, she had proven time and again to be a diligent leader. Narn knew that most of his comrades saw him as a blunt instrument, and he was more or less happy to be used so.
Unhooking his maul from his back Narn started forth alongside Moe. Moe was probably the member of the group that Narn felt most uneasy around. There was just something very cold and calculating in the way they looked at someone, as if they were deciding your worth. Still they were handy in a fight, and easily as sturdy as himself. If anyone was going to join him in seeking out trouble in the dark, Moe was a good companion.
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"W-wait! I can't... I mean, I don't need this. I... please take it back. I can protect myself, I used to... know a Warrior, I uh... picked up some hand-to-hand."

Hmph. What an arrogant child. Just because he didn't have the skinny build that most mages had, he had no use for a wand. Kaspella didn't think that was all there was to it, but she wasn't about to probe at this moment. With something of a scowl on her face, she snatched the wand out of Val's hand, noting that he did at least have the sense to not point it at her as he offered it almost desperately. "Report to me in the armory when this mission is through," she hissed. Of course, she wasn't his commanding officer, and she didn't have any authority to give orders or punish people who didn't do as she said... But she figured Val wasn't going to risk that. Kaspella wasn't about to let some uppity recruit brush her off like that.
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While certainly not the most exciting kind of mission, Alisya had nothing to object. The only complaint she could've brought up was that there was not enough time left beforehand to have a drink - or 3, or 8... - with King, who had just returned from his field studies. Sadly, she would have to wait until another time to hear his slurred words of admiration for the pachydermic, horned animals.

Before they had departed, Alisya had a peek (and a sniff) and surveyed the trade material being transported for this mission. Her knowledgeable eyes (and nose) inspected the fabric: smooth, flawless, sumptuous. A little too immaculate for her tastes, but she hoped that these valuable wares would get the use they deserve.

Alisya had hoped that a weaver or a tailor would accompany them. She hoped to converse with them about their trade to make the lengthy journey a bit less boring, but sadly, she had been disappointed. Instead she got this whiny, pompous fop and his two lap bitches dogs. She almost had the urge to calmly tell him to shut his "soup slurper". She decided to vent to her familiar coworkers by the campfire instead - out of hearing range of this... this word sewage and his two turds, this puffed up old peacock and his two headless peahens. "He yowls like needy, pampered cat of weak willed owner!" she complained with a deep growl in her undertone - despite being in her human form.

Alisya curiously, but unnoticeably, observed the newbies of the group during their journey. She had no intent of approaching them, however - she would never, as she considers it rude and unnecessary. They should exchange words when fate deemed it to be needed. The Laikan did not think that it would be needed for this mission, though.
It seemed like she was wrong.

As the lattice shut close, barring off the lovely light that Mother Moon blessed the group with, she hid swiftly behind the payload. Dark smoke engulfed her within a second and dissolved just as quickly after her body was emitting an eerie, purple flash - to no one's notice, except for a startled, confused elk bird. Where the pale but inconspicuous human woman stood, a hunched over, bipedal wolf-like creature took her place. Alisya scouted the area with her beast eyes, seeing better in the dark than she did before. Still busy overviewing the inside of the fortress while Rezo was shouting his expected commands, her ears suddenly perked up as a deep growl emerged from him. Almost instinctively she jerked her snout to his direction and inhaled through her wet nostrils with a few quiet grunts. Not even questioning the sound that emerged from the paladin, she could sense the same thing he somehow did - something unusual was in the air...

The Laikan would've been inclined to inspect more closely, but it seemed like the paladin did already assess the situation well enough as he adjusted his orders. "Secure the perimeter! Moe, Val, Narn, Kaspella--upper floors. Ambrose, Dresden, Alisya--outside. Scout the surrounding waypoint grounds. Novelle and King--with me, here. Protect our Polaran allies and their payload." As commanded, Alisya stepped outside together with the Incubus and the Lamia.

The Lyacanthrope viewed the surrounding forest from the exit of the waypoint - nothing unusual at first glance, and plenty of moon light bestowed upon it to have decent sight with her wolf-like eyes. The Incubus worked his quaint magic to draw some sort of rapier made of rose-like plant matter from the ground. "Curious," she thought. He looked at her and the Lamia with his - now crimson - eyes and said "Unless you two have any objections, I will scout from the air." "Go ahead, Red-Eyed One. I shall explore with foot and nose." The Lamia seemed to have the same idea. Alisya watched em elegantly slither away, eir scales shimmering in the light of Mother Moon. Alisya took in the pleasant sight for a moment before getting on all fours and leaping into the thicket, scanning for all unusual smells, sights and noises she could find.
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Time for a....
THREE-POINT POST
GROUP α--King, Novelle, Rezo, NPCs

“What...what do ya need me for, Captain? Do.. Do you or... King need anythin' enchanted?”

Rezo couldn't blame a new recruit for coming off so anxious; still, he knew this a teaching moment. Not every mission would fall into your hands as pushover and paperwork. While it had been a decade since Rezo's first field assignment, and he hadn't been saddled with the tall task of a multi-day field escort right out the gate. A twinge of nostalgic sympathy balled up the nerves in his gut. Despite this, wouldn't do well to look fettered in front of Marko Ytalli and his panicking apprentices. Reputations to maintain. Appearances to uphold. Rezo eyed the lit torch clutched in shaking fingers.

"That's a good start. Thank you, Novelle." He rifled through the wagon for supplies, taking cue from Kaspella, and plucked an unlit torch. He clicked the end with tightly-wound twine to Novelle's flame and waited a second for it to catch.

"Marko," Rezo bellowed. "Help me see to it our fowl are boarded."

The Polaran merchant had dismounted his ostrich. Much unlike its owner, the creature seemed relatively unperturbed by the situation. Ytalli doubled-over the instant Rezo made his command. His apprentices, frazzled but not quite at their master's level of theatrics, discretely sidled towards Novelle and bathed their extravagantly-sequined robes in firelight.

SSS waypoints varied slightly in their skeletal structure, but all the bones stayed the same. The bottom floor spread wide and largely featureless, but a handful of small stable-like cells near the back wall would give their birds safe respite. Stairs hugged the interior of the trunk-like structure, winding to the upper three floors. Four of Rezo's compatriots ascended into darkness lead by the soft glow of Moe's...Monk tattoos?

"Mar Sifer, I do believe you're either the dramatic sort or obfuscating danger from me. I command you, as Head Scribe of the Polaran Clothier's Coalition--"

"Protocol, Mar Ytalli," Rezo growled. "With all do respect, please try to preserve your dignity in front of your apprentices."

Rezo passed the torch to their client and lead the two birds, set of reigns looped in each hand, until they could be coaxed into adjacent stalls. Another trip across the room permitted Marko Ytalli to feign as if he had ever lifted a bundle of feed in his life. Rezo filled wooden troughs with water for the birds and doled them nightly rations as Kaspella had previously outlined. Routine as usual, though he took pause as the Scribe's torchlight caught the vitreous glint of something in the corner of one of the stalls.

Gingerly, Rezo balanced the shard between two fingertips and identified it as a corner of a glass flask. Barely a thimble's worth of muddy liquid sloshed in the fragment's basin. Curious, not to mention suspicious, he put the glass underneath his nose, flipped up his visor, and wafted the slurry towards his snout (safety protocols, naturally). The pungent liquid stung, noxious with astringent alchemical components he couldn't pretend to identify. Much stronger and more distinct in its disparate flavors than whatever burned remains sat in the firepit. Familiarity only washed over his palate as a metallic, sanguine, almost enticing....

"Blood."

"Beg pardon?" Marko Ytalli stammered.

Ytalli scampered out of the way as Rezo marched back to his fellow SSS members. He extended the black, sludge-like potion to King with his good hand.

"Human blood," Rezo stated. "A reagent in this potion, from what little I can tell. There's something else, something familiar in it. Briney, if I could pick a word. Can I get your opinion?"

Caught up in the moment, single-minded in his pursuit of whatever ambiguous danger they had caught wind of, Rezo realized he forgot to pull his visor back down. He looked down and away from Novelle's torchlight and clacked the iron-wrought veil into place. Then, more insistently, he thrust the contents toward King.

GROUP β--Kaspella, Moe, Narn, Val

As Moe's glow radiated from below-floor, the slow expanse of illumination painted in structures on the second floor. Equally as wide and utilitarian as the first, several unfurnished wooden cots lined the wall. Empty weapon racks and simple shelving units consisting only of a few rolls of parchment lined the remainder with little order. Narrow windows permitted lattice-lock-patterned moonlight into the building's upper floors. Between each window, cylindrical bulges ran vertically from floor to ceiling, flush with the wall, remnants of the once-great tree's natural vascular system.

Lines, long and narrow, etched in irregularity over the otherwise smooth wooden floor. Scrabbled at intervals, they lead from one set of cots to another, and then left a trail of slash-mark breadcrumbs to the spiral stairs ascending on the opposite side of the room. A lone arm with razor-nailed fingers dangled, palm-up, attached to a long-eared and lifeless goblin.

GROUP γ--Alisya, Ambrose, Dresden

"...Scout the surrounding waypoint grounds."

Delicately chitinous face pressed to the roof of the building, the figure regrettably pulled her earhole away and bent to a stand. Her vantage point compromised, the SSS agents restless for trouble, she prepared to flee and report back to her superiors. Thankfully, the home side of the Meridia border was barely a few slings' distance.

The figure folded in all six of her slender arms to the midline of her body, black skin against black fabric. Her fingers danced, hand signs a
necessary exercise to stimulate spinnerets concealed underneath her fingertips. She cut the thread of silk securing her to the roof of the building with a blade on her right heel. Then, focusing her gaze on the treeline, the trees rising like many bony fingers in moonlight, she blinked all eight of her eyes. Each worked in cooperation with the others, focusing on minute detail and filtering light until she could imagine an octet of small spotlights on her target.

With four hands, she jabbed the air in front of her. Four threads lanced from her fingertips, each securely fastening to the same fixed target on a wide mid-level trunk. Then, springing into a sideflip with her leg strength, thread still attached, she used the spin to bind the four individual threads into one quadruply-woven silk rope. She then pressed her fingers to the roof, snipped the thread with her heel, and crawled down the silk grapple on two legs and four hands. The final two arms she held out for balance. Silently, she skittered across the tightrope to rendezvous with her Arachnarian sisters.

Almost across, she inwardly cursed. A multitude of feet beat against earth and the gate shuddered open. The vibrations thrummed through her thread; not quite enough to lose balance, but still she slowed. Breathless and silent, she deliberately made her descent, knowing her silk invisible to all but the most perceptive.
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Re: Role Slayers: Role for Initiative! [RP]

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As Moe kept going up the staircase, the simple and effective construction of the building, completely devoid of people, was interrupted by what were clearly slash marks. That was, undeniably, a clue - someone fought here. Considering the shape of the slash marks, they were not made by a sword, so this was the job of an unarmed monster with sharp claws or similar. Following them would no doubt lead to something...if the one that made said markings was still in the building, then to them, otherwise at least they would give a good idea of where they could've escaped from. That said, such marks implied a fight happened, they were too irregular and there was no reason to attack the wall if someone had sneaked in. There was a chance of finding not whoever sneaked in but someone that got killed inside. Too unclear...the only way to clear those doubts was to find more information, so Moe continued onwards, still ignoring the rest of the group. Nonetheless, Moe did realize Narn was walking close to him. If they were going into a dangerous situation, having him around would no doubt be useful.

The owner of the slash marks became clear once Moe found the one being in the area other than the group. However, he did not move. It seemed logical that the slash marks were made by its long and sharp nails, but someone that had caused that level of violence and in this situation would not just fall asleep. There was one logical answer to it, but Moe decided to properly confirm things before accepting it as fact. As such, he calmly walked towards the goblin, and tried checking for signs of life, which Moe knew fully well every organic living being showed in one way or another, including himself as an organic living being obviously.

"It's dead." Moe said, grabbing and touching the goblin corpse in several ways that showed no respect for the dead nor fear of what illness a corpse may bring. "The corpse is fresh, it has not decayed yet. The claw marks were likely made by it, fighting an unknown assailant." he continued, with no feeling whatsoever in his voice. A cold analysis that did not care about the loss of life, as would be expected of Moe. And in the same coldness, he knew someone else's talents may be more useful than his own here, no matter how he may distrust said someone.

"Kaspella, check the corpse. We need more information." Moe said, still looking at the corpse rather than the person he was talking to, trying to see if he could find something else that would be useful even if it was superficial. He also knew fully well that, if this goblin was killed here, they themselves could come under attack, but Narn would have to take care of it until he could focus on offense as well.
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Dresden

The incubus had taken to the air, which had made sense, he would probably have the best vantage point and no doubt see any danger long before ey or the Laikan would.

Dresden had been looking for clues of disturbances along where the moonlight cast any kind of light.

It was only when ey turned back to searching for clues towards the treeline that out of the corner of eir eye ey thought ey had seen something. It was almost invisible to the naked eye.

Not trusting eir eyes to not be playing tricks on em and creating creatures in eir own imagination to terrify em, eir pink tongue flash out again, to taste the air.

Ey ignored the taste given off by the incubus, and Laikan in the air, there was something extremely faint. The lamia couldn’t put eir finger on it predominately the woodland and eir own party were the strongest. It wasn’t a monster or a human scent that ey would expect to come across, but what exactly was it that was telling em something was amiss.

Dresden carried on eir search, and once again stopped looking up. Perhaps ey were going mad, or it was adrenaline pumping through eir veins, but ey couldn’t shake it. Something was out there, ey could feel it.

WAIT! Ey had spotted them! Near invisible even with eir adapted eyes was someone heading towards eir treeline. They were moving slowly to keep themselves expertly hidden.

There was a horrible moment of realisation for Dresden, as ey whipped around to face them, ey felt something sticky catch eir back, ey struggled trying to get free.

The thread waggled back and forth. If the intruder hadn’t noticed em before they would know someone was out there now.

“I might need assistance I found the intruder!” Dresden said, quietly enough for what he thought his team mates would be able to hear. Ambrose at least would probably have noticed a the whipping motion of whatever that sticky substance was from up in the air. Dresden however did think that Alisya would probably have heard. Wolves had good hearing right? Dresden sure as heck hoped so!

The substance was gross against eir skin.

Ey took slow deep breaths as Cal had taught em, many moons ago to do and tried to concentrate on the fact that ey were in more danger from the potential energy than worrying about something touching their skin. Dresden shuddered involuntarily, the thread twanging once more in time with eir body’s movement.

Ey could turn into scissors to free emself, but ey couldn’t use emself as the scissors, ey’d need someone else to. Ey needed one of eir team mates to get involved. Dresden knew ey were built for support, not a head on fight!
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More than a little of the tension in Val's frame evaporated with a sigh of relief as Kaspella relieved him of the burden of holding that weapon. Still, it wasn't a resounding success, as she hissed out a likely angry demand that he meet her in the armory after the mission. "R-right." Ideally, he'd have been able to ask for a meeting in another location, but so long as she didn't force him to hold onto any of the weapons in the Armory, that would be fine, right?

As Group β climbed up to the second floor, Val was initially wrapped up in those thoughts, only for the torchlight and Moe-light to draw his eye to the irregularity in the room. Val snapped his eyes away quickly, but he saw the inert body of the goblin long enough to know its state. Moe provided clinical confirmation of goblin's death, and the Warlock winced, idly itching at the back of his right hand. Despite his inability to look at the scene, he listened to Moe's every word, a sad grimace deepening on Val's face with every new revelation. And yet, as he looked down at the floor, something about the details in the room suggested additional information to the Warlock.

Starting off with a mumble, almost more to himself than his allies, he provided the evidence. "...There are multiple main lines, with, uhm, distinct origins, but the same endpoint, leading up to... the body." He swallowed heavily, but forced himself to continue at a more audible volume, though his face was still tilted down to the ground. "There m-might be more victims, and if so, there's a chance we c-could save them." Both a hopeful and terrifying prospect to Val, as this could mean they could save a life, or he could fail. Much as he wanted to keep staring at the ground, anything to avoid looking at the corpse again, he forced himself to look up at his compatriots and emphasize his point. "We need to hurry!"
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