Khandesh (Fantasy)

Kinne walked through the city, looking around at the buildings. She had come to this city to join this "Heroes' Guild" that was starting that day. Heroes' Guild. It sounded so fanciful, not like something that could happen in reality, but it was, and they'd probably need physicians to make sure the people who joined weren't going to drop dead at the first battle. She knew of the kinds of wounds warriors got, she had helped treat many of them, and just how many were beyond the aid of physicians.

Well, most physicians.

Most physicians couldn't sew up an internal organ that had been injured, and certainly not through will alone. Most physicians couldn't will muscles, bone and skin to grow back until it was like the wound had never been. Most physicians hadn't gone to an ancient spirit their parents had worshiped when in need of a miracle. Most physicians had only given up time to gain their methods of healing. Most could talk to their patients. She could do all of these, in exchange for the little voice she had hardly been using anyway. She wondered if the goddess had realised how little Kinne's voice meant to her, and how much getting such abilities for her voice felt like it was hardly fair on the goddess.

She could see the guild building a ways away, over a couple of streets. She looked around herself again, trying to figure out which way would take her there easiest. She'd not been to this city before, so it was understandable that she didn't know it's streets too well.

Calvin strode down the path, having given his horse away to a farmer on the way to the guild, he didn’t need it really, he had only learnt to ride a horse as part of his knight training. He preferred walking.

He had attached his blank blue flag to his flagstaff today. It was flapping gently as he walked. Calvin stopped now and again to pick a few plants for his herb pouch. He reached inside to retrieve his pestle and mortar. He grunted as he pulled out the pestle with no mortar.
“Great, I guess that means I have to get a new one now.” He sighed aloud, looking at the pestle as if it was the perpetrator. He put the uncrushed herbs into his bag and continued down the path. He saw the Guildhall now; only a slight incline was between himself and the building.

Arriving, he knocked on the door. A butler, Calvin assumed, let him in. It seemed that he was not alone inside. He took a moment to take stock of the grandeur of the building. Then turning his attention to the other people present. They looked like tough capable warriors, so at least Calvin didn’t have to fight too often, or at least if he did, there would be backup. He let the flag drop and took it from the staff, packing back into his pouch. It looked like the others were waiting, so he decided that he would wait as well.

The suns rays hit Griffon's back as it rose slowly in the clear spring sky, a near perfect day, the clear sky offset the yellow sun, a bit windy but not enough to really bother a person. The mountains in thr horizon seemed like paintings on a canvas. The sun highlighted the bright red and orange colors of his half robe. The dark red laces that dangled over his arms glimmered in the sunlight, like leather in the sun. He had his hood up which had a form of an eagle on the tip and came over his forehead just enough to keep his eyes out of sight.

Every time the sun hit his face occasionally he had thought "Why did I not take a train?" That thought quickly went away when each time the thought came back he knew there were no trains leading directly into the town where the heroes guild resided. Besides he needed some sun and fresh air.

Griffon had been riding his horse through the night, he was eager to join this heroes guild he had heard of from the wandering merchants a few towns back, he finally had a reason to put his magic to good use. He rode through the the dirt path carved out in the field by previous riders that had gone through here. He saw a town in the distance and made his horse gallop faster towards the town. "the sooner I get there the sooner I can rest." He said to himself quietly.

Tokala, or in English, Fox, wiped her tan brow as she walked toward her destination: The Heroes' Guild. Her stride was quiet, determined, and possessed all the grace of a slinking jaguar. She and her two friends from her homeland Arcesia had just arrived in Decatur two days ago, but had mostly stayed in the outer regions of the kingdom, dwelling in the forested areas where no populace could question their motives. Which was not to say that their motives were ill, but the three people had grown to be wary of strangers- especially ones who dressed as these folk did. How they wore so much clothing was a wonder to Fox, as she very clearly felt the sun's rays beating down upon her skin in the very little amount she wore now. She thought this while approaching the city, eyes darting here and there to make sure she was in no danger. It didn't help that this was the first time in months that she'd traveled alone.

Her two rebel companions had decided to continue traveling the world in search for a land more similar to what Arcesia had been like when they were little- not this developed town, despite Fox's incessant urging of them to join her in becoming one with this new, aspiring guild. Fox did not plan to join to find friends, socialize, or make a new home. She was doing this so she could help innocent civilians like the ones in her homeland- perhaps one day save Arcesia with an organized group. Who really knew, though? The other two were wary, not trusting of anything run by a person who was involved in a monarchy... or any government for that matter. Fox, unlike her companions, understood the idea of compromise. It had to be done for the overall good. Still, Fox couldn't shake the disappointment she felt was she departed from Nanuq and Ujarak. Perhaps it was unwise of her to try to join this Heroes' Guild after all... She was just a young girl. Maybe she was too inexperienced?

With a stubborn shake of her head, Fox quickly got rid of these doubtful thoughts. It was very unlike her to question herself, usually too self-assured for her own good. She was an excellent fighter, as quick, silent, and dangerous as death itself, as her band of renegades had told her. Yes, it was known that she was probably the most skilled combatant in her whole town, raised in a time where savage war was the only thing to occupy your time with. It was too late to turn back now anyway. Upon taking a sip out of her flask and readjusting her belt, she tread through the people-filled streets of Decatur. It wasn't long before she'd reached the final destination and rapped against the large doors. A man let her in and brought her to an alleged waiting area where she saw a number of brutish looking men all idly standing. The short, skinny girl felt mildly threatened and felt the bow on her back, as if to prove to herself that she did still have her weapon and had the capability of defending herself if she so needed, despite the rational part of her mind that told her that these should all be good people. The wild girl with the fierce amber eyes took her place in the corner and assessed the others who'd shown up.

Griffon had finally made it to the open gates of Decatur, he dismounted his horse and tied the reins to a post just outside the gate. He made his way through the bustling streets towards the Guild Hall, The grandeur of the building stood out against the plain design of the buildings surrounding it. He approached the intimidating building, walked up the stone path, and knocked on the door. A butler greeted him and let him in, Griffon walked in scanning his eyes all around to get the full stature of the place. He noticed other large men already standing in the hall, He presumed they were waiting for a the leader of this Heroes' Guild to greet them. He saw a rather short young looking woman in a corner all by her lonesome.

Griffon's was about as tall as the other men but not nearly as muscular. He had a somewhat muscular build due to the training he had done with his bow and arrow and the acrobatics training he did in his spare time other than learning magic from his mentor. He took his hood off revealing his face which looked to be a face that of an 18 year old. He looked younger than his actual age of 22 but that was one advantage he liked, when people first saw him they underestimated him which worked to his advantage. He ran his hand through his short black hair which got a bit messed up from the hood.

He spotted a bench next to a wall, he walked towards it, and sat down, he took off his bow and quiver from his back and set it on the ground next to him. He slouched back so his back was resting against the wall. He reached into his black satchel and pulled out a spell book and began to read several passages to catch up on his more complex spells. Griffon didn't know how many others would be coming today to this Heroes' Guild, and didn't know if any had dedicated their main abilities towards Magic, he wanted to be the one wizard everyone could turn to for any help that required his abilities.

Kinne arrived at the doors without too much trouble after she had asked someone for directions (it was extremely difficult to find a gesture to mean "guild hall" that didn't look ridiculous). She knocked smartly on the door, as the others had done, and a man whom had the appearance of a butler opened the door for her. She dipped her head in greeting, and as thanks, before the man lead her to what she could only assume was a waiting area. There were several men sitting around the room, as well as one girl, and a young boy. She looked around nervously, before dipping her head briefly in greeting. She walked further into the room, stood still, and started idly reviewing the herbs in her bags, and their uses, mentally.

Griffon slightly looked up from his book to see another woman enter through the double doors of the guild. He didn't really pay much attention to her but he did realize the room was getting awfully full. "When is the guy getting here?" He said out loud to himself. He did like the setup though, the heroes' guild seemed to be to have a modern interior design. Where Griffon was from only really rich people lived in places like this. "I could get used to livin ' in a place like this." He whispered to himself.

Kinne looked at the new man, noting that this was probably the prince heading this guild, if his clothes were any indication. When her incling was confirmed, she dropped a deep curtsy. She realised, as she straightened up again, that he would probably want them all to introduce themselves. That was going to be fun. She stepped back slightly, further into the group, so as to be less noticable. If other people introduced themselves first, it would give Kinne time to think of how to introduce herself. From what she could tell, she was probably going to end up being called Mute again, which was rather annoying. Oh well, at least she'd been called that enough that she answered to it easily enough.

Griffon looked up at the prince greeting them all. He closed his book and put it back in his satchel, he jumped to his feet leaving his bow and arrow on the bench for now. He walked through the foyer to greet the prince stopping a few feet from him. He liked getting introductions out of the way early. "Greeting s Sir, My name is Griffon Sheoul, I hail from the country of Triknos, I am a wizard and would like to join this heroes guild." He hoped it wouldn't throw off the prince too much, the voice that came out of his mouth didn't really match the youthfulness of his face. It sometimes threw people off when they heard a young man in his early twenties voice come out of a seemingly young boy of 16. He said this while bowing in front of the prince.

He didn't want to come off as too eager but also wanted to show that if he had the position of the 'Main' wizard on this team that he would not let them down. He walked to the side a bit to make sure he wasn't blocking the path of any others that wanted to introduce themselves. He wondered where this would all lead him, he wondered if this would just be protecting this kingdom or if it would be protecting the world? He was excited to see just what would be going on in this heroes guild.

The Prince arrived in the room and many introductions were made. Calvin decided he would throw his own in, he drew his sword and held it in his right hand, point touching the floor with his palm resting lightly on the pommel, the flagstaff clenched in his left.

“Well met Prince. I am Calvin Rumex, or some may know me as the Warrior Medic. I am also here to pledge my allegiance to the Heroes’ Guild and to the crown of Decatur.”

He neither approached nor backed away, but he did bow his head in respect to the Prince. He had no more to say for now and so sheathed his blade and allowed the next person to introduce themselves.

"Bjurnhir of Hir Hall, you are most welcome! Have you come to answer my call to greatness and join my extrodinary league?"

Bardious chuckled. "He certainly isn't lacking in confidence." He thought to himself looking over the prince from head to toe. "He looks like the tricky type like he is playing a game with everyone then changes it up to keep it interesting." He then spoke up "I've come to do just that lord. Bardious cain blacksmith at your service." He grabbed a hammer at his belt and started to look it over he was worried that it might have been damaged from the trip.

Griffon looked up at the prince greeting them all and talking to a man that was apparently a dwarf. He closed his book, put it back in his satchel, and jumped to his feet leaving his bow and arrow on the bench for now. He walked through the foyer and the others standing around him to greet the prince, stopping a few feet from him. He liked getting introductions out of the way early. "Greetings Sir, My name is Griffon Sheoul, I hail from the country of Triknos, I am a wizard and I am also answering the call to join this heroes guild." He said in a relaxed yet direct voice while also bowing his head. He hoped it wouldn't throw off the prince too much, the voice that came out of his mouth didn't really match the youthfulness of his face. It sometimes threw people off when they heard a young man in his early twenties voice come out of a seemingly young boy of 16.

He didn't want to come off as too eager but also wanted to show that if he had the position of the 'Main' wizard on this team that he would not let them down. He walked to the side a bit to make sure he wasn't blocking the path of any others that wanted to introduce themselves. He wondered where this would all lead him, he wondered if this would just be protecting this kingdom or if it would be protecting the world? He was excited to see just what would be going on in this heroes guild.

Calvin nodded again as the Prince spoke his approval. He removed his helmet and ran a hand through his short hair. He listened as the Prince greeted the remaining people in the room.

Then, the mute lady came over to him. Being bound by the knight’s code, and out of common respect for another physician, Calvin returned her curtsy with a bow.
“Good morrow, errr…” Calvin trailed off as he forgot to let her write her name down first. “… fair maiden.” He finished. As his Father had taught him, when in doubt, flatter. “I look forward to working with you.”

Griffon stood to the side of the crowd on the far end of the room watching as the prince greeted the others in the room. "I wonder how long this whole greeting process is going to take." He said quietly to himself. He deduced this was going to take longer than he thought, he still needed to greet the silent, feral looking girl sitting on one end of the room, and it appeared as if another man had walked in when no one noticed.

He walked back to the bench where he had left his things and proceeded to sit down and began reading his book where he had left off before, waiting for then to finally get down to business. He wondered if they were going to start off on a task from the get go, or if the prince wanted to sample their abilities before hand. Whatever was going to happen he was just glad he could find work this early being a newly assigned mage.