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Quail Porter

A young storm Dracora raised under unusual conditions with dreams of grandeur as a powerful dragon, dreams that are considerably... bigger than her.

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a character in “Adventures in a Fantasy World”, as played by MartinVole

Description

Name: Quail Porter

Alias/Nicknames: Whelp (technically true, but she hates it), Lizard ("I'M NOT A LIZARD!"), Gale ("Relevant and rhymes, I like it!")

Age: 10

Hair Color: Purple

Eye Color: Blue

Scale Color: Light blue

Species: Dracora

Physical Specs: By racial heritage she has great physical strength, even at this stage of development, and already mastered the art of flight and control while airborne. To add upon this, she uses Mana Circulation instinctively, especially when pressured or driven, but it is untrained and she doesn't seem to acknowledge it. She is an unexpectedly good swimmer, despite it being outside her element.

Magical Specs: Though still green, she has a strong affinity in Storm/Wind Magic, ranging from enhancing her flight, to summoning a sudden gust of wind. Her full talents, are however, yet to shine, being as she is still early in exploring her Dracora abilities. Even her transformations tend to go awry.

Known/Popularly Used Magic Spells:
Wind Shout: Focusing her magic through her mouth, she lets loose a powerful blast of pure air pressure. This pressure being powerful enough to fling even a large man off his feet.
Zephyr: By focusing her magic around her, she is able to fly at higher speeds than normal through the air, with great control, yet at the same time minimalizing turbulence.
Storm Breath: An early development magical discharge, by focusing energy through her throat she is able to manifest it as electrical energy... unfortunately, it seems to be connected to the act of... sneezing.

History: Like her brother, Quail was not born to the Porters, but adopted, at the time, as an egg. They, a couple of adventurers who had seen and done as much as they could in the world and decided to settle down in a quiet and peaceful village. They were not quite sure at the time what kind of Dracora egg they had, but upon hatching, they named the infant dragon Quail for the spurt of hair that hung down over her face, a feature that would remain as she grew older. She grew not knowing much about Dracora, other than through stories, and in passing, her views skewed by the grandeurs of stories.

Being raised under the same conditions as any other child, she did not attain quite as much the fears of other races that would normally develop, and as such, but instead has attained a curiosity of the world. With her brother, she never quite learned differences outside of the obvious physical, and as such, to her, she is the same blood.

At an early age she started developing innate magical talents, like that of flight and to focus her elements over wind to produce gales of wind, over time enhancing it as her magic matured. Amusingly, before this point, she thought she was a fire dragon, somewhat disappointed at first before accepting wind was pretty neat too.

Growing stronger, maturing her innate skills, as well as refining her element, she grew up with magic as a part of her nature, but with the overflow, control became another issue, especially when lightning magic developed while sneezing! It grew into a desire to become a great dragon one day, one that will also be written of in stories, preferably in a more positive light.

Her growing desire to become a great dragon, however, is secondary to family, she will not intentionally act in a way that will cause distress for her brother or parents, outside of squabbles typical of any child. She has an unbroken loyalty, that surpasses her free spirit, but only for them. As such, even if a bit spoiled, she lived a peaceful life with her brother Corro.

And then, after Quail turned ten, everything would change...

Personality: Quail is rather energetic and spirited, as well as known to be sassy, at times too much to handle. Her mouth can get ahead of her brain, being boastful and proud! This is as to be expected of one who has come to realize she's of a rather powerful race. She is not dumb, however, just tends to rush ahead of herself. Mischief comes to her rather easily, and can play a bit rough, but despite her behavior has a warmth to her that is shown more prominently to her brother and parents.

She tends to pretend to be bigger than she is, hating to be referred to as "small" or "little" despite being only around 4 feet in height, and can get a bit of a temper when taunted over her diminutive stature. She obviously doesn't like being little, desiring greatly to rival even the great dragons of legend. Even with her disappointment in size, she tends to pride in her dragon form, sometimes posing in front of a mirror searching for the most dramatic effect.

She also has a rather hefty appetite, ranging from meat to fruits, she's none too picky as long as she can get a fill and tastes good. It actually made her rather easy to please!

Like Corro, she will push herself to defend those she cares about.

So begins...

Quail Porter's Story

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Character Portrait: Karolin Baade Character Portrait: Corro "Fang" Porter Character Portrait: Quail Porter Character Portrait: Morigan Drake Character Portrait: Beau Geste Bellatroix Character Portrait: Kardarrek Forgeborn
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(The sun now sets, as the two moons now rise, the white lunar moon, and the red magus moon)

"Your not the boss of us!" Corro mentioned as he and Quail walked away from the others. He didn't really find it hard to locate the baths, nor the changing rooms for them. The changing room was right before the actual bath, and there appeared to be a magic formation on the floor under the water appeared to keep it clean.

As Corro took off the clothes he had worn for a week straight, he could see the blood on it. From his wounds, from the enemies he cut through...but also he saw a bit of soot on it. From his mother's fireball. He remembered all the times, everything about the village. When he was finally naked he was overflowing with emotion but was holding it all in. Again.

He didn't dare once to lose it, not while in front of the others, that stranger Bella especially. He promised he would protect Quail's smile, no matter what. That said, he had partially forgotten they had asked them to protect each other's smiles, forgetting himself to help Quail as much as possible.

However, when he finally started walking there, the emotion and stress finally caught up to him. It was only Quail with him now, so instead of forcing himself to hold it in because of the others, he collapsed to his hands and knees a few feet from the bath. He wanted to stand back up, but what he needed was for someone to come down besides him, give him a hug, and tell him it would be okay.

But first, he started crying. "I...I'm so sorry Quail...no matter what I tried I couldn't do anything!"

(And let the emotion feels begin!)

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Karolin Baade Character Portrait: Corro "Fang" Porter Character Portrait: Quail Porter Character Portrait: Morigan Drake Character Portrait: Beau Geste Bellatroix
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Kodan had just taken a deep breath to hail over the barkeep, when a mock howl cut him off. His ears pinned back in annoyance, looking over the mans way before opening his mouth to speak again.

"Ex-" He was cut off again.

"Thought I lost ya."

Kodan looked back in annoyance as the smell of death filled his nostrils. It was Morigan.

"Hello Madame... Excuse me for one.." Interrupted yet again, to his growing annoyance.

"You're not the boss of us!" A familiar looking wolf boy said loudly, cutting off the soft spoken animan and walking out of the establishment.

"For gods sakes!" He yelled, at the end of his rope. The establishment went silent, all the patrons turning to look at him.

"Ehhh... Hm." Kodan looked around nervously, bringing his hand to his muzzle. He was not expecting such a large audience. Think... what were we doing... Oh, right.

He looked over to the bartender, and looked around to a full room of people, only half with drinks and food. He still had a captive audience. Walking next to the man who had howled at him he set down his hand on the counter.

"I would like a room for tonight please." He said, quiet as a mouse, the words carrying through the silent air.

Kodan was dressed in commoner clothes and could use none of his formality to help him in this situation. His tail twitched tiredly after the insane day he had had. He drummed his fingers on the counter waiting for his answer, giving Telekhus a sideways look with his peripheral vision.

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Hardly keeping it together herself, Quail collapses beside Corro, but still tries to comfort him, reaching over and sitting beside him. Sobbing, she looked down at the floor, everything at the village flooding back, the feeling of them slipping away, their final message, and now being without them... in what was to them a strange foreign land. It was unreal, to imagine the two strongest people in their life had slipped away from them, the ones that had raised them since they were just infants... taken in a second. No training could help this.

"I couldn't eitherrrrr..!" she wails, distraught, gasping between her long sobs, holding onto her brother tightly. "Why... why did they... how... it ain't," stutters, trying to gather her thoughts, gritting her teeth as she tries to stifle her tears, a futile attempt to take control, before breaking down again, bawling. "Iiiit isssn't... righht! S-stronggg... they were... and... hooow? And... I uh... ah... couldn't..."

For a moment she just sobbed, no words, only there beside Corro, head down, riding out this storm as best they could. Regardless of how tough their parents were, how trained they were, they were still only children, and there was nothing that changed that fact. It was the first time they had ever felt so vulnerable, though, so... alone.

It felt like the absolute worst thing in the world...

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"I bet....I bet they probably got attacked by people with the power equivalent of like, entire army or nations!" Corro claimed, looking at the palm of his hand. A glyph appeared there in the magic language...the language that people could understand based on their level of magic aptitude, and their attributes. It was one last piece of information that was given to Corro by his mother...his affinity for Spirit Attribute Magic. And as if she knew, she knew this would eventually happen, as she was dying she even constructed a Magic Formation and sent it to Corro with Last Gift.

Their mother was truly an incredible person. But unfortunately, she was mortal. He was tempted to use it earlier, several times. But he didn't, because it was something special...something meant only for Corro and Quail. Spirit Magic Spell: Reel of Memories. All of their parents memories, saved into a movie like reel. Adventurers they went on, their childhoods, the first time their parents met. Even their deaths were recorded into this spell. Corro checked, so he knew what happened. It was part of the reason he held it together, they had to get as far away from those people as possible.

"It...it..." Corro started to try to say it would be okay, but he couldn't. His body refused to respond to him, and he was crying just as much as Quail. He turned around and wrapped his arms around her, unable to let go. "How! It cant be!" Corro's logical side, and his emotional side, were currently at war with each other. "...how am I supposed to accept that?! And...if...if its true, how am I supposed to protect us against those people?"

And thus, amid the pain and suffering he felt for losing family, one of his main concerns came out.

"How could I ever be good enough...?"

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Character Portrait: Karolin Baade Character Portrait: Corro "Fang" Porter Character Portrait: Quail Porter Character Portrait: Beau Geste Bellatroix Character Portrait: Kardarrek Forgeborn Character Portrait: Kodan
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Taking it in wasn't near as hard as letting it out, like a plugged spring with nowhere to escape. She took a long moment, clung tight, her eyes quivering. Up to this point she had figured she had everything laid out and planned, that she had figured out her purpose, and their future. It was a lot more glamorous than this, and the two she had known her life were not in this bleak path to cheer them on anymore, not in body at least. That's right... she thought, a light glimmer, dim but still there. There was at least, some level of solace in the darkness. With quivering lips she finally opens her mouth.

"They... aren't gone... just... not where they were, r-right? Just... n-not in body," she mutters, still hanging her head. "And... even if we are weak now, we can just get stronger, besides... it is we, right? Not just... you and me. Whole... not... separate."


Having taken the time to clean up and change out of her rags. She instead had invested some coin into having the furs weaved into a dress of her liking, along with a hood, her black hair dangling down the sides. It was fairly modest, not seamless, but not inelegant. It made her appear somewhat as a mystic, or gypsy, a humorous thought. It breathed, it flowed, it fit her form as it was now, and moreover, it did not reek.

"Thank you, dear dressmaker, a boon to your needle work," she says, pinching the sides of her dress and spinning around in her new garments, a wide grin on her face. It was literally her first time being outfitted, and containing herself was impossible.

"It was... the least I could do," she says, staring at the strange woman, watching as Bella joyfully prances out from her shop. "Strange."

It was the first time in her entire life that she had just wandered like this, everything was new, the smells, the sights, the people. The only thing that could make this better, in her mind was a family. She pauses, her eyes narrowing for a moment, the grin gradually fading. Looking around she saw the Dwarven people, all of one kind, but yet she had no such kinship with any other beings in this entire world. In fact, instead, she had only known their fear, even when regarded as a higher being. Forcing a smile, she slipped by to check on Kardarrek with the rooms, before slipping into the local tavern.

Looking at the somber faces of the patrons, the atmosphere somewhat different than before.

"What will ye 'ave tall 'un?" a one-eyed gray bearded dwarf asks her, clearly the owner of this tavern. Her eyes casting down to him, a brief moment of confusion before glancing around, catching a dwarf passed out onto one of the tables. She had no idea what liquor was or what it did, but soon she'd say something she'd perhaps soon regret.

"What he had," she says, gesturing to the collapsed dwarf. The tavern keeper leans over, propping himself up on the counter, taking a long look at him, then up at her, and then back at him again.

"...y'sure?" he asks, his eyes squinted.

"Yes."

"Really sure?"

"Very."

Silently he stares at her, then, pops off from the counter, shrugging his shoulders to prepare a glass.

Moments later...

"Then what 'appened?" the tavern keeper asks, resting his hand on his cheek as Bellatroix has seated herself on the table, clearly intoxicated.

"The monster was the... was the shoemaker all along, no one expected it, who would assume one so... m... mundane... un... unassuming... giving... had used his charity not to size up feet for the poor orphans, but... his victims, for you see, the twisted creature had acquired a taste for those small and smooth," she says, slurring her words somewhat as she takes another drink. "'twere like little trophies..."

"A bit... bit far fetch'd y'think?" one patron asks, waving a bottle. "No one knew?"

"Hardly, he was... pretty twisted, but... but cunning, taking in the unwanted, the... those who lost parents in war, disease." she says. "But... but, one night a strange girl came into his shop, shoeless, asking to be fitted, a girl with no parents, no guardians, not even a first or last name. She was... the perfect prey. Taking her out the back of his shop, into his house, claiming that he had his tools there... and in the the dim candle's light, he could do his work away from peeping eyes. When he was sure and safe, he reached out for the girl with the swiftness of a savage predator on the pounce... but... as he took the girl, covering her mouth... however, as he glanced down into the girl's eyes, as she did not struggle, or try to scream, and in her eyes was not fear... but emptiness. Around his throat something coiled itself around, he released her mouth, and she began to recite the names of each of his victims, the coil tightening with each. Until one final name, she muttered, the name of his final prey, her form shifting as the candle light went out... the name, Black Bella. And so ended the life of Killin' Cobbler."

"Pretty dreary tale, lass, the wee ones were still dead, even if there were no more after," one says.

"And the one t'stop em were no hero but a monster," another says. "What were its motivation?"

Bella sits in silence and hangs her head, somberly thinking on what to respond with.

"What is more precious when it is that what one cannot have..? The Black Bella had lived long, never having a family, no offspring, no bonds of kinship. Jealous but not hating, but lonesome. I suppose in that, the most blasphemous thing, is to bring harm to the fledgling life she could never bear."

There was a moment of silence across the tavern. The tavern keeper glancing down a moment, then raising a glass in toast.

"T'family n' friends," he says, each of the tavern dwellers also raising their glasses. Bella follows as well, and they all duzzle down from their mugs, Bella finally reaching her limit and falling over on her back.

"How many glasser were that?"

"More than should be possible, lad. More than should be possible."

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A few of the guards were called in when one person sent a report that there was a monster drinking all the mead, but that was a bit irrelevant at this time.

Meanwhile, Corro saw Quail and finally gathered his strength to speak again after going on an emotional roller coaster.

"Yeah, I am sure they are...you know what?!"

As if overcome with strength, Corro seemed to perk up unnaturally...actually Quail might notice he was glowing a bit and radiating magical energy as if a spell was activated on him...and the number of culprits who could have set that up are exceedingly small. That said, Corro looked at Quail with a sort of vigor and determination that might just be contagious.

"Let's become adventurers, make a lot of money, buy and name a castle after them, and then paint all of the walls in the coolest color ever!"

That last part was a bit optional but Corro meant the rest of it. Most people might be happy with a statue or something but he wanted a whole castle. Indeed, Corro was thinking big.

"And then we will hold a wild party to celebrate their lives!"

Most people of the world did not have funerals to honor death, but parties to celebrate lives. So what Corro said was indeed very considerate.

"...but we should probably finish in here and then go to bed first, huh?"

Quail had hugged him before he even washed off, so they were both very dirty now.

(Think this was pretty good given that I did it on an iPhone.

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Character Portrait: Karolin Baade Character Portrait: Corro "Fang" Porter Character Portrait: Quail Porter Character Portrait: Beau Geste Bellatroix Character Portrait: Kodan
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Bella heard muttering, voices that she couldn't make out, but felt she should recognize them. Were they memories from times lost long ago..? As her eyes opened she found herself adrift in a black space. It rippled like an ocean. It was strange, yet it felt all too familiar. It was another empty dream.

"What am I meant for?" she asks, but no one answers, her voice only echoing across the strange dream plane. "Where do I belong?" The space only ripples, the subtle sound of ringing coming to her ears. Turning to look around for its origin, she finds nothing in its place. With a sigh she seated herself on the ground and stared down into the black abyss below... or was it above? The concept of direction here was quite frustrating. "Hah, why can I not dream of something happy... or sad? Of love, or hate? Rather than... nothing." she looks up into the air as her voice echoes across the expanse, however, a low rumble echoes back, the rumbling becoming voices, many all at once. The water below her now a chaotic series of shimmering rings colliding into one another, and a light begins to grow from the horizon.

"Remember!"

Bella awoke with a shock to find herself wrapped in a blanket. The tavern that she had passed out in was now closed, the liquor all being likely locked up in the cellar. Not that she looked forward to keeling over again, anyways. How long has it been? Getting up she noted something tumbling off her person. Kneeling over she picks it up and inspect it, her eyes adjusting. It was a small stuffed animal toy, something gray and black with a striped tail and a white face and belly.

"What?" she mutters, confused as she glances around the empty tavern.

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(Warning, another epic person appears!)

As night faded in, and hours upon hours passed, eventually day rose upon the city of Arma Torrel.

As for the location of Corro, the two awoke in a bed in the inn they had stayed in. Corro felt even more groggy then usual, but understood why as he remembered what had happened last night. About how they cried and cried, about everything that happened, unloading all their stress, taking a bath, and then eventually stumbing into the room and bed after tossing their belongings and clothes haphazardly. Even if it was a city, it was still summer and the nights were hot.

As he became more aware, the first thing he did was rest his forehead on Quail's forehead and made sure she was still okay. Nothing felt wrong to him at the moment, so he sighed in relief. As he sat up from the bed, although he had yet to stand he stretched a little. For a moment, he nearly started his usual training before he remembered that it was not the village outside, but a city. Even if he was still a boy and it was not as taboo, he had no intention of running around the city with nothing on. In the village that was okay, but he knew enough to know that would invite trouble in the city. Especially for an Animan in this region.

"We should get registered at the Adventurers Guild and leave as soon as possible. I don't want to stay here any more then necessary, I would just cause the others trouble...no, wait. Already?"

Corro's ears perked up when he detected noise and voices outside. And one of them he even remembered, as it was the same guard that tripped him. It appeared that when he received that insult yesterday, he had not let it go after all. But before he could do anything, two guards burst through the door into the room. From what he overheard, they were doing a sweep for illegal drugs. Of course, Corro could smell illegal drugs on them. In other words, a frame job.

To Corro who was naked and without weapon, one of them had a venomous smile as if the current situation gave him ideas. But what pissed Corro off was that the other gave that look not towards him, but Quail. Corro knew it would only cause trouble, but even if he finally expressed his sadness and felt better and clearer now, he was not going to let anything happen to Quail.

But then an unnatural calmness felt forced upon him, as the two guards suddenly found themselves stumbling back with bloody noses. Not from anything Corro did though, another man that Corro was just able to see travel through the open window had jumped in and done this.

"What the?! Damn you, who do you think you are!"

The man in front of them was taller then the average man, but more notable was his pointed ears. Given his skin complexion, there was no doubt that he was a High Elf. But more then that, Corro could vaguely sense just how powerful this man was. Not the same as their parents, but he was superior to everyone else they met.

"Oh sorry, I did not see you there. I was just passing through you see, heard a commotion, and decided to investigate. My bad, I have not even introduced myself yet. Liro Esmeria, Guildmaster of the Arma Torrel Adventurer's Guild".

Hearing the word Guildmaster, the two guards froze in place as their faces paled. That was only natural, as even Corro had heard about Guildmasters from his parents. They were adventurers who had survived so long, accumulated so much experience, that they had eventually gone long past their prime and began to go into old age. Although they were still plenty capable since they survived that long, as they would only get weaker and weaker from that point on, they decided to become a Guildmaster for an Adventurer's Guild branch and lead and train the next generation using their experience.

It would not be wrong to say that the man in front of them, while old even for an Elf, was likely capable of fighting the four of them and winning. Even if you considered that fights were not just pure power, but also contained creativity, strategy, outside elements, and the surrounding area, Corro still knew victory was unlikely.

"This does not involve you! What do you think you are doing, interfering like this?!"

The guard that had been provoked by Bella earlier, the one who bullied him, somehow managed to overlook that and yell an angry but somewhat valid point. Sort of...

"Ah but you see, these two are going to be registering with the Guild today. I do have to protect young potential talent".

And of course Corro then realized that at some point, he had overheard everything that was said in this room from outside the inn, a hearing range superior to even his own. If it wasn't being used to help them, Corro might be half embarrassed his inner thoughts were heard, and half irritated for being eavesdropped on. But, he pushed past that for the sake of convienence.

And hearing that, the two guards were forced to bite their tongues at this point, even the one that was angry, and immediately left. This was partly from the pressure exerted by the Guildmaster's aura.

"Now then, how about you two get dressed and equipped and we make our way there? Given they might try something again without an escort, after all".

"...yeah, thanks..."

"And, not sure, but I think you have a friend passed out in the bar downstairs. Seems really interesting, that one..."

And if Bella remembered, she might recall a single individual who was able to hold his liquor the whole night with her...but if she remembered it was the Guildmaster was an even bigger might.

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Character Portrait: Karolin Baade Character Portrait: Corro "Fang" Porter Character Portrait: Quail Porter Character Portrait: Beau Geste Bellatroix Character Portrait: Kodan
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It had been a short night, from Karolin's perspective. The day lasted at least half the day while night lasted the other half. How strange...Here she was taking a small break from wandering about when the sun began to rise once more. It was another day in this world that she knew so little about...She wondered how the others in her world were doing...

Karolin was in thought as she was hanging around...Quite literally, her tail was wrapped around a signpost as she hanged in mid air to seemingly rest. The streets soon began to have activity with people now walking through the streets...People...Streets...Clothing...Clothing, that was right. She ordered extra suits but did not grab them.

Unwrapping her tail for the signpost, Karolin soon began to wander around until she arrived at the same place she ordered her suits from. Once she entered the store, the clerk of course eyed her with the same distaste that so much people gave her. Was her clothing such an eye catcher? Oh yeah suits...

"Hello, I am here for my extra suits." Karolin stated as she walked up to the counter. The man of course gave a sigh as he walked in the back and when he came out he had a stack of suits in his hands before dropping them on the counter. "Here, now if you don't have any further business be on your way." The man scratched his chin as Karolin grabbed the stack and opened a portal as she stuffed her clothing inside it earning a raised eye from the man.

With nothing else, Karolin left the store and looked at the sky. "Hmmm...Still don't like how bright it is. But what shall I do now?" She asked herself unsure what to do. That was until someone bumped into her after being distracted. "Hey! Watch where you are going you stupid demon!" A voice called out to her. It seemed close.

Her attention focused on a young, well dressed man who looked quite angry. "Me? I'm a human the same as others. I just have these added features." Karolin replied. "Don't give me that excuse! You bumped into me, how dare you parade yourself on these streets demon! Your kind should leave!" The man made his disgust well known.

Karolin only tilted her head in confusion. "You seem troubled sir. You must be terribly mistaken. I am a human. Perhaps I should apologize for bumping into you." She asked.

"Your apology means nothing! Ugh, you are a waste of space!" The man tried to shove Karolin only to have his arm caught by Karolin. "Is this another strange greeting here? I shall properly do this then." She replied as she returned the shove, letting go of the mans arm and sending him flying back.

"A happy morning to you sir." Karolin spoke with a small bow. "Guards! Guards! I have been assaulted!" The man cried out. "What a strange world..." Karolin pondered.

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Kodan began to pat himself down for a coin purse he knew wasn't there. Faking a surprised reaction he looks back to the bartender, losing his nerve quickly.

"Preposterous! Why would anyone pay that to stay in a tavern that can barely keep the bar clean?"

He ran his finger across the bar, collecting a good amount of dust before showing the man and wiping the finger on his shirt. Putting his nose up in the air he walked back out of the tavern. Frustrated, he sat down with a huff on the porch, watching the street traffic mill by. Waiting was no problem, that was his whole life to this point. Watching the sun quickly fade as torches and lanterns began to be lit, he stood back up and began to wander about the town. Surprisingly at night, without his suit, he blended and attracted less attention than he thought he would. Eventually, after getting his visual fill of the town he had found his way back to the tavern. Finding a small and poorly lit little corner for himself along the outside of the building, he squeezed in and stretched to the most comfortable position he could find, letting his mind go blank as he fell asleep.

He awoke to a leather boot in his side. A guard had politely decided to wake him at the break of dawn. Grumpily standing up and giving a giant stretch, he began to straighten out his clothes, followed by his back. Posture and composure thus regained, he began to mill about in front of the building, wondering exaclty when that Tailor would be open for the day.

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Bella had barely gotten her bearings when she was suddenly accosted by two guards, human, not Dwarven by the looks of it.

"Halt there, foul beast!" one shouts, hand on his blade ready to draw. "Your form is but a shallow guise, witch."

"Ah, beast and witch I suppose is applicable, but foul? Certainly not true!" she says playfully, presenting her arm. "Rather a lavender scent, I'd say."

"What!?" The guard exclaims, his partner looking equally bewildered. He then draws his sword and waves it towards her face, causing her to lean back. "Enough games, surrender yourself, I don't care how strong you are, I'm sure if I were to cut your neck you'd die all the same!"

"Surely could be said of all things that live and breathe, but perhaps you misjudge me?" She says with a friendly smile.

"Misjudge? You robbed three hunters!" The other guard, a younger man, yells. "One just so happens to be my brother!"

"Was he the cute one of the oafish one?" She says with a coy smile. "Considering you, I'd say... the former."

"Wh-what!? You d-dare to... I mean... I..." he stammers, until the older guard shoves him snapping back to his senses. He grabs his sword as well, but noticeably more shakily. "Still! You robbed them, and that... is against the law!"

"Well, they were hunting me, not the other way around, and secondly, I did no harm to them, where I easily could have, I would argue I justly defended myself... they just so happened to leave their belongings behind in my swamp, thus a surrender of ownership... by law," she says, waving her finger.

"...you... you just made that up!" The older guard stammers. "Right?"

"I'm... not sure." the younger guard says, as the older guard strokes his beard thoughtfully. "Still, she doesn't deny being a monster... she certainly talks funny."

"Well, I won't deny what, by some definition is true," she says, nodding her head.

"Ah-ha! She even admits it!" the older guard shrieks. "Get her!"


Quail sighs, having dressed for today's adventure, thinking back on what had happened with a somewhat clearer head. She wrinkles her nose at the smell of drugs on her, wondering how they exactly got planted with it, perhaps a powder through the window? Either way... it was nasty. And after getting clean, no less! The nerve!

"Thanks, Sir Liro" she finally says, using some honorifics for a change. It seemed appropriate, given his position and kindness. At the very least, more deserving than the dirty guards. "Is... it always like this?" She asks, raising a brow, obviously meaning the corruption among the ranks. It was then that she heard a frantic clatter down below in the tavern, causing her to run there, peeking into the bar to find Bella arm wrestling the older guard, and beating him rather thoroughly causing him to yell out in submission, the younger rubbing his arm looking rather poorly.

"Believe me now?" She says, with a warm smile.

"Aye... aye... we'd never stood a chance..." the older guard admits somberly, taking off his helmet to scratch his scalp. "Rather sportin' of ye... not thrashin' us and all."

Quail looks dumbfounded.

"What...?" she mutters.

Bella turns to look, and waves with a smile.

"Oh! Good morning, little one!" She sniffs the air a bit. "Why do you smell like... special herbs?"

She looks to to the two guards who wave their hands to deny blame. She frowns, of course, and sighs, propping her cheek with her hand.

"Should've known... the vindictive bastard... hm? Someone else with you?"

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As Kodan began to meander towards the Tailors, his ears perked up at the sound of a commotion inside the bar he walked out of the night before. He heard a fully grown mans yell turn into a scream comprable to that of a young girls, making his hair stand on end. Someone was definately in trouble.

Whether he was going to get involved was still in question. Whether he was going to go and see what was happening was a given. He ran back towards the entrance, slamming the door open as he filled the doorway. He noticed the woman who had asked to dance with him before the Goblin attack thoroughly beating up the guard who had kicked him in the side just minutes before. Involuntarily Kodan, still standing in the door, began to laugh. He had never impulsively laughed out loud before, and it startled him, quite frankly.

He collected himself, acting as though he were merely coughing as he stepped into the room. Walking calmly past the other incapacitated guard, he walked up to Bella as she said "Believe me now?" He gave a small smirk, putting together what surely must have happened in his head. The guards had picked a fight without knowing what they were getting into in the slightest. His nose wrinkled at a strange, almost synthetic smell that began to waft through the air. Turning around, he saw Quail approach. When Bella asked whether she had brought someone with her, he assumed they must be talking about him. Almost like a switch was flicked in his head, mechanically he straightened up his back and gave a bow.

"Kodan, madame. I do believe we've met but I find myself lacking my proper attire. Perhaps thats why you don't reckognize me."
He gave a formal bow and returned to standing in near statue like stillness.

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  1. No notice for Kodan, Quail, or Bellatroix?

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  2. Well, I was a bit tired then, but I think maybe also I couldn't think of anything at the time? One week ago was a very busy time for me, cause Holiday stuffs.

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Corro was not one hundred percent sure what to make of this strange situation. Not only had a bunch of random people barged into their room, but one of them was apparently the Guild Master stationed inside this city. A formidable person, who Corro could tell at first glance was not someone to make light of. Quickly getting dressed and putting his armor on as mentioned, his now cleaned armor and fresh clothes now gave him a different appearance. From the frail, small, weak looking boy who just got out of bed and had his room invaded before he could even get his clothes on, to a capable and reliable adventurer. It was true that sometimes, clothes really helped make an important image, and important announcement.

"So now, given your age, and your ability...not to mention the muscles I saw before you got dressed, but given your lack of ID and how these creeps hassled you, but given you are clearly new to the city and I don't recognize you guys, and with your talent I definitely would have, you must have just come in last night to register at the Adventurer's Guild. I did get that right, Magic Swordsman Boy?"

Those words shocked Corro to the core. Even though it was obvious from the sword at his side and one on his back that he was a swordsman, Corro had never once used magic in front of this man. He had not even used mana, at least not seriously, near this guy. In other words, this man was not only able to tell in a single glance that Corro was a swordsman, but also that he could use magic. This man, Liro Esmeria....he was dangerous, though despite knowing that Corro did not feel threatened by him. Somehow, he had specifically manipulated his aura so that only the guards were being intimidated.

As the others came trifling in, and a few with noses that were around the same level of an Animan's came in, Liro just smiled.

"Yes, it appears that these foolish people had decided to misplace some things, and that now perhaps they should get back to their duties. After all, who knows what they might run into if they don't?"

With an impression that could be mistaken for a large scale Demon Beast, the group of thugs/guards ran off in a desperate attempt to save their souls. Even the particularly enraged one was running away now.

Turning around to the others, he just smiled. "So, shall we be off? Next stop, the Adventurer's Guild! Besides, I do need to go back myself for other reasons. It seems that lately, I have gotten a number of subjugation requests for some shape shifting monster in a nearby swamp, as well as a few others".

Corro barely had any chance to get anything in. Corro could conceal his presence or aura granted, but he was not even trying. Yet this man shined so brightly, he felt like he barely had to do anything, but that everything would be okay.

Truly, one should both respect and fear those with the rank of Guildmaster as they traveled to the Adventurer's Guild...

"Hey, is that woman...okay...?"

And along the way they would also see Karolin (again?).

(so made most of this post while sleep deprived, just finished it up in the morning. Enjoy!)

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As Karolin looked at the shocked group of people backing away from the supposed demon that just pushed a human despite no one paying any attention to her about to be pushed by said man. Obviously, she was not going to have anyone of her side. But then again...She was questioning why this greeting seemed to not be working all that well...Maybe she should have swept his feet? Or done something extra? While she stood around in thought a few armored people rushed in as the heard the man screaming for Guards.

“Hands in the air demon!” A guard barked his order at Karolin who looked around before pointing at herself. “I’m sorry, I am but a human with just added features. I did not do that much wrong, I was trying to greet that man but perhaps my greeting was wrong?...Do you shove a person after blocking their attempt to push you?...Or do you get pushed then push back?” She asked.

“Guards! That woman came out and assaulted me just for walking! I demand action!” The man pointed at the woman. Obviously, it was her word over his word. As such...”Hands up now! We will use force!” The Guard gave her one warning.

Force? Oh, like back at home. This usually resulted in one of the many fights back at home. Her guess...She failed the greeting and now had a fight on her hands. She had a lot to learn about the world. “Then I suppose a measure of force to defend against force is expected. I apologize for my failed greeting.” Karolin stood there unmoving.

The Guard who warned her turned to face the other three before nodding. They drew their sword and carefully closed in. Unlike the small green creatures, her fellow people were careful and thinking. But with swords, it looks like they were planning to use weapons while she had her bare hands. Not very fair right now, but right now she did not bring out her bat. Or ball and chain. Besides, she was not fighting against an invasion and supposed to kill everything. Just a normal, everyday fight.

Well, she knew they were resistant. Of course she was like them after all. Casually walking to the closer guard, the man assumed a defensive stance and got ready. Karolin soon took off in a dash, the man carefully aimed his sword although nervious and stabbed forward. Karolin did not move her body or arms, instead her tail wrapped around the mans arm preventing it from moving any further. She soon rotated her body and tossed the Guard using her tail into another Guard. Her tail was useful in more situations than hanging around. So she thought it would be good to get good tail exercise.

She soon turned to face the two remaining guards, and they opted to not charge yet. Obviously watching two of their allies get thrown aside was a discouraging thing.

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"Of course I recognize you, who can forget a face like yours?!" she exclaimed, spinning around to face Kodan, acting as if her previous scuffle never occurred. She scanned him for a moment. She then huffed and put her hands on her hips. "I also remember that you spurned my offer for a dance." Tapping her foot she then looked around and leaned towards Kodan, grinning as she does so. "To be perfectly honest, I dun know a hell lot 'bout dancin' either... was an excuse to see that pretty face of yours. Is just... I've seen many an Animan, but never the likes of you."

She giggles slightly, and with a brief awkward pause, without a break of eye contact, she bows. "Bellatroix, you can call me Bella if you prefer, I like to establish a level of warm familiarity with people." She giggles again and presses both her cheeks. "You doing okay?"

Quail stood dumbfounded by Bellatroix's behavior. She then looked over at Kodan and tilted her head to the side. What? Did everyone from the village, even the strangers? Then again, it wasn't like there was a lot of other places to go, but it isn't like the village was completely ruined... shouldn't think of that, we're supposed to become adventurers today! With a turn she looked up and went back to her brother.

"Ehhhh... it was nothin'... just the crazy lady was arm wrestlin' some guards and now she's ogling a dog man," she says rather bluntly to Corro, not quite the type to beat around the bush. She then looks back to Liro, snapping into a rather more regal pose, and, uncertain what formalities and respects to use towards an esteemed Guildmaster as him, salutes him. Ma and pa had always said to give respect under such occasions. "Ready and willing to go to whatever lengths, sir!"

Down below Bella gets this weird feeling someone has caught onto a little charade... and then, at the back of her skull, a feeling that something eerily familiar was nearby, like a strange distant memory. Her smile faded, and her expression became more thoughtful. Where have I felt this presence before..?

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Kodan remained awkwardly standing, looking towards Bella’s face, but not her eyes. He smiled nervously as she spoke, getting more nervous at her continued interest. Was she looking for someone, just like him? He shook his head and returned to a butler stance, as if the action of shaking his head would shake his nervous thoughts right out. She leaned in, commenting on his pretty face. He had certainly scrutinized, but something about bellas gaze had a depth to it, as though she could see right past the fur and skin, through the bone right into his brain. Perhaps he was imagining this, or it was from his training to never make eye contact, but he froze up. He looked back to her eyes completely dumbfounded as to what to do next. He began to stammer out a word when she spoke, snapping him out of the transfixiation on her stare. He began to wring his hands nervously as they spoke on.

“And how are you?” she asked. For some reason, Kodan felt he could actually be honest with someone such as Bella. Perhaps he could unload the burdon on his mind. He began to speak.

Immediately he was interrupted by Quail. He huffed and crossed his arms. Seems that always happens to him, he thought as his ears went back slightly. “Dog man?!” Kodan said involuntarily as he heard the word, obviously taking a little offense as he looked towards Quail. Shaking it off, he started to tell Bella of his night on the street, pointing at his clothes and explaining the incident at the tailor shop.

“And now madame… As you see, I’m covered in the grime of the streets in this burlap sack.”
By the time he had finished talking however, Bella seemed like she was 1000 miles away.
“Madame?” He inquired, eyes showing a bit of concern for her.

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As the group started to walk towards the Adventurers Guild, Corro listen to some of the observations from his sister.

"I see...well, if its nothing too problematic then its fine" he told her, however then the words finally connected back to the current situation and his common sense. "Wait, she did what now?!"

Corro was completely oblivious to it, or maybe he just didn't think it was romance talk, but after Quail's words he blushed a little when looking at Kodan and Bella and was quick to whisper back.

"Hey hey, you don't think...you don't think those two will really end up like..."

Corro's words only made him more red, so he just shook it off.

"No no, its probably nothing...everything should be fine..."

Unfortunately, it seemed like Kodan picked up her words and responded back.

"Well, its just...you are an Animan? As one myself, and having seen a few from the travelers that passed through the village, you look a lot different from normal and..."

However, Corro and the Guildmaster suddenly both got sidetracted by the fight between Karolin and the guards. The two of them with their experience in fighting could clearly understand everything that had happened more or less...but neither of them had any idea of what to do about it. Corro just escaped getting framed by those guards, if he jumped in here he would probably be sent to jail without a trial. And then end up dead. Not to mention what might happen to Quail.

And even the Guildmaster could not use his power and authority to make this go away. It would take a miracle or something to make this resolve without incident. Not to mention neither of htem really knew Karolin, Corro just remembering a vague glimpse of her...or maybe, one of his parents did? The inherited reel of memories made that a bit confusing, since he was still getting used to it.

Corro did not even really know why this all started anyways, though he was more in favor of Karolin then the guards.

He had some ideas, but was not sure if he should get involved. If everyone could somehow just forget for a moment, or just calm down so they could talk it out then maybe...

"Hm?" The guildmaster leaked out when he felt a momentary surge of mana.

But then, before anything could seemingly occur, the two guards seemed to enter a daze as they saw two others come in. Without even turning to look at the scene, they looked at those two.

"You two! There is a monster situation on the road the people want resolved. Some people have been reporting increased Goblin numbers from the East lately, and now supposedly there might be a large Demon Beast outside the gates! Quickly, this trumps everything else right now!"

As if seeing some sort of light, the two quickly accepted and followed the other guards without saying anything else or pointing out the unconscious guards. It all seemed a bit too good to be true....except there were a number of people who knew why there were increased Goblin numbers, and the Guildmaster didn't bring anything up either.

"I would recommend you come with us miss. I think you may not be around here, but what you did just now was actually quite rude and offensive to the people here. Also wrong and probably illegal".

Saying that, the GUildmaster left it at that and continued to bring them down the street towards a large building. It was tough looking, but also worn, and seemed to have an around to go to a back lot. It was a rather large building given the average size of other buildings, and with a symbol of a sword, shield, bow, and staff to make up the sign, the sign itself read "Adventurer's Guild".

And then, a young boy of twelve came out. Only, his body language and the way he spoke suggested he was much older. (FYI, just gunna say it. Since we have not had a single one yet, its a Celestial). "You! Where the hell have you been all this time Guildmaster! Do you know the sheer amount of paperwork that has built up already that you need to deal with?!"

"Ah...this is my second in command, Darius. He is a Celestial, and uhhh....may be a bit mad at me for taking an unofficial holiday the other day".

"I won't let you run away from the paperwork today!"

"I cant! Helping these newbies register as adventurers~"

"Don't think I will let you use that as an excuse!"

And so, this started the group's first visit to the local branch of the famous Adventurer's Guild.

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Karolin seemed to space off for a bit as she began to think. What to do now? They seemed to have backed away. Perhaps she did something correctly? However as she was thinking this, more guards arrived talking about a situation where there were more goblins and a demonic beast. A demonic beast? She lived with people who declared they were demons...Maybe it was someone she knew...It would be nice to have someone from her home to help her out.

Of course, a man got her attention and informed her that what she did was rude and offensive. And to come with them...How strange...She had questioned but she decided to follow them. They seemed to know what to do around here. As Karolin followed she soon arrived at their destination. Adventurers Guild...Oh! That word seemed familiar. Her world had plenty of people calling themselves adventurers. This was indeed a familiar thing.

So familiar...Questions? Yes, a question seemed in good order right now. “I thank you for informing me of your customs. I am indeed not from this place, but I find it odd...All I Did was return a greeting someone did. Is not pushing someone after they try to shove you not a proper greeting?...I see...Perhaps that man was doing a rude and offensive greeting...Or maybe I did it wrong...” She spoke to the Guildmaster as she looked at the others.

She seen some of these people before. Was this world small? It felt like it...Well, her world was far smaller. She saw the same people everyday in her home. Of course in reality, Karolin just never left her home village.

But for Karolin, she could learn how to interact with people of this world. It would be nice to know how to properly greet people. Oh...Perhaps they may confuse her. “Ah, I forgot to mention. I am Karolin Baade. I am a human, just with added features.” She added.

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"Uh? Oh... oh!" she mutters shaking from her trance and back to her senses. She drew back and patted Kodan on the back. "Certainly I see, that you are a poorun... all down on your luck, but all y'need is someone to lift you up, and luck haves it, I am one so charitable! No strings, no worries, I too am having trouble adjusting to... all this, I admit," she says rather earnestly, stepping around him and switching around beside him, waving an arm towards the city. She then notices that the two children, Quail and Corro, are now leaving without her, making her a bit more antsy. "Ah... but, why don't you come with me for a bit? We can talk along the way, would do us both good, I think, to have company," she says, while ushering him along.

As she did so, she slipped beside Corro and whispered something. "Isn't it strange? I know not how, but he's a reflection of your ancestry, before Kaporeon's meddling."

Quail, catching this, snaps around casting the woman an inquiring glare. "Wait... how do... what do you mean?"

"Well, dear, you see, long ago th-," She stopped, hearing talk of a monster in the distance. It was a nostalgic feeling, to be certain, or perhaps, more accurately, an ache of an old wound. It was neither here or there, but a note for future consideration for certain. The girl, she recognized as well, being seen back from the village. It was funny how this kept happening. "Welcome, sister, to this merry band of misfits," Bellatroix says to Karolin, doing her best courtesy bow, a lighthearted jab at humor. "Just to note, that I, Beau Geste Bellatroix, am designated queen of the misfits. No formalities required, of course."

As they came to the Adventurers Guild, she watched the scene unfold, and amused, chuckling as the Guildmaster was scolded before them.

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“Er...what’s your name again?” Telekhus Kastor was slowly retreating from a whore, who was strutting after him. Her cheeks were streaked black from crying, her make-upped face ruined. She was angry at the man before her, who bought her for a night, whispered sweet dreams about how he was going to free her from her debauched life. It was a lie that Telekhus told the woman, as he is wont to do.

“You...you monster!” the whore yelled, shocking passersby. A small crowd of children were following the pair, making penny bets on what was going to happen. “You lie to me about stealing me away, and then you forget my name!? I thought you were different! You’re a monster!”

“Well, my lady-” Telekhus tried to get a word in edgewise, but the woman cut him off.

“I’m barely a lady now, after years of service in that brothel!”

“Well, my well-used lady,” Telekhus corrected him, and he smirked as the children following them laughed, “I am different. You’ve never been so stupid as to believe someone freeing you from your life of honest work, until you met me. So, I am different.”

“HONEST WORK?! WHAT?!”

Eyes widening in shock and anger, the whore started running at Telekhus, her arm raised up in the air, and her hand a closed fist. Telekhus made a sound, and started backing up faster. “My dear, put down your hand! How uncouth!” the sellsword mocked the woman with a posh accent, which enraged the woman even more.

“YOU DEVIL!”

Telekhus, not aware of his surroundings, ran his back into a wall. The whore came at him with a swing, and the children held their breath. Just before the woman’s fist connected with Telekhus’ chin, his tattoos lit up a bright white. After a second, the woman had started shrieking in pain. Tears streaming down her face, as she looked down at her hand. “Oh. You should go to a healer. It looks like you broke a few fingers,” Telekhus calmly told the woman, who was shaking in pain. “Er...hey, kids. You’ve been following us for the past few minutes. Take this gal here to the nearest healer.”

Three of the five children went to help the whore, picking her up and carrying her off. The other two stayed and just stared blankly into Telekhus’ soul. The trance between Telekhus and the children broke off, when one kid stuck his finger into his nose. Telekhus waved his hands at them, “Get outta here.”

They ran off, in the opposite direction of the three kids and one whore. They went by a group of people, with another two kids, a tall elf, and - “Oh, it’s Lady Karolin Baade.” That was said to himself. Speaking again, he raised his voice and called over to her, “Hello again, my Lady Baade. How are you this fine morning?”