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Gungnir was already in a foul mood when the blasted torrential rain started up again. In seconds the scarred orc was drenched and grumbling curses. Deciding at least attempting to stay dry was the most sensible course of action, Gungnir stepped into the armory with which he had been charged to oversee and scowled out into the gray landscape beyond. For some reason, someone felt the need to darken Gungnir's mood by making him work. With a sigh, the orc took Duran's request form and skimmed over the soggy parchment. It wasn't long before he fixed the druid with a critical eye.

"Are you some kind of idiot? You realize we are not in a forest, right? And that this amount of raw material can not be spared to one man, but also that you can't even find some of this crap in an armory." crumpling up the form, Gungnir disappeared within the dark recesses of the massive structure grumbling something derogetory regarding the intelligence of humans. A few minutes later the orc returned to Cid carrying several items which he shoved into the druid's arms. "One tower shield, wooden. One short-spear, darkwood and tempered steel. One scimitar, cold steel. One ammunition pouch, iron slugs, 22 rounds. That's all you get. If you had taken the time to grab the shit while it was still in it's cart, you wouldn't have been cut out of some of your requested material. As for armor...don't you Blackguards get custom live leather armor? Why the hell do you need anything else?"

The question was obviously rhetorical, and the orc made it even more evident that he wanted the druid gone.


As Sarish was thoroughly examining the roasted fowl leg, a lithe form slid up to take a seat across from him. Flicking the end of her verdant tail against Sarish's hip, Iriana rested her chin in a delicate palm and waved her own hunk of bird meat in a small circle. She looked at the other lamia with a slight smile. "Cockatrice." she carefully enunciated each part of the word before taking a bite out of the leg. "Ish good. Kind'a tasht like basilisk, without that gross cow-flavor." Iriana swallowed the food and stared at Sarish for a short while. "Sooo...i've been here for a while and you're the first of the Kindred besides myself I have laid eyes upon..." she leaned forward so her...gifts were resting heavily on the tabletop. "Would you like to...?" Iriana let the sentence trail off, crossing her middle and forefingers in the sembelance of two intertwining tails.


Wrath turned towards Neira, her voice suddenly ringing out almost made him jump. He immediately noticed the nightmarian's eyes rove over the ten or so ebon plates grafted into his back and torso. He cursed silently. Upon waking up this morning, he had cast a glamour to make it appear as if his skin was smooth and normal. He hadn't takent the nightmarian resistance to arcane effects into account. Still, it was not as if he was going to get any answers by hiding anymore. Wrath gave himself a moment to let his racing heart calm and cleared his throat.

"Valtegan." he motioned for her to take a seat on the chair at the desk across from him, but didn't hold his breath. In his short time working with the sellsword it was plain to see that her mind ran a deviant course from those of the average mortal. Even moreso, considering the hive-like community in which her species thrived by not being so individualistic. "I'm sure you have taken notice of my...condition. I wanted to know if these," he tapped a chitin band of hide on his collar bone, "Were just as I was told by so many doctors: A simple birth defect resulting from an extreme dosage arcana in my life during my mother's pregnancy...or my other, much more obvious guess. Do I have nightmarian blood in me?" despite Wrath's best efforts, his pulse quickened and his breath came in increasingly shorter intakes.


Beelzes stared into Faera's unseeing eyes as if she had not heard the cries of anguish. "Wha? Breakfast? Sounds good!" the deep human shifted to leave and then glanced down, noticing for the first time that she was naked save for a breech cloth tied around her waste. "Hrm. Allow me to get dressed first...I seem to have forgotten my clothes again. Meet you at the mess hall in ten minutes!"


"Oh...?" the silibant voice, belonging to a male elf, tapped the crystal orb with interest. "So they plan to attack the Dragon Reaches? What fun! It's almost sad to think that they won't last an hour against my forces..." Zakair sat crouched over the burnt ruin that used to be a desk within the scout tower, reading into the scrying magic he had set in place. Within the foggy depths of the gem was the smiling face of his daughter, Mikana, and a rather burly human that she was dragging through the rain towards the mess hall. "Most interesting...I wonder what she will think of herself when she becomes herself again?"