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Abandoned in Amtophia Rebooted

World of Amtophia

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a part of Abandoned in Amtophia Rebooted, by AnitaBreak.

Welcome to Amtophia. The weather has always been nothing but sunny days, until lately storm clouds begin to roll in from over the eastern sea broad. All the citizens of this world can only stare awestruck as the first ever rain drops they fall down...

AnitaBreak holds sovereignty over World of Amtophia, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Setting

The majority of what used to be Player characters have just awoken. They are all a little dazed and confused. Their pasts seem so foggy yet the new memories are taken root slowly.
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World of Amtophia

Welcome to Amtophia. The weather has always been nothing but sunny days, until lately storm clouds begin to roll in from over the eastern sea broad. All the citizens of this world can only stare awestruck as the first ever rain drops they fall down...

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World of Amtophia is a part of Abandoned in Amtophia Rebooted.

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Nyaryssa Blayke [42] "Wannya know your future?"
Uona gel-Gahal [42] "I am the eyes through which my people see the world."
Esclava H. Maegstire [37] "...Rules are not meant to be broken. However, if you wish for it to be so, I will obey."
Cardista Willowlore [35] "Look a butterfly!"
Munti Acini [34] "H-Hello!"
Hope Froloss [28] "Don't worry, my friends! I'll heal you up in no time!"
Zeebarl "Weasel Eyes" Jorlinstone [27] "Good evening my friend, what can this humble merchant interest you in today?"
Altara Koloyros [27] "So long as I can still see you...I'll press on, until I finally remember everything."
Drei Loraene [25] "Before your prejudice takes hold, I'll have you know that not all of my race are nasty, backstabbing fiends that cannot be trusted... I just happen to be one of the many!"
Richard the Pawn of Dinius [24] "I've got friends, That is all I need."

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Character Portrait: Cardista Willowlore Character Portrait: Drei Loraene Character Portrait: Richard the Pawn of Dinius Character Portrait: Hope Froloss Character Portrait: Lillian Eirellan Character Portrait: Esclava H. Maegstire Character Portrait: Reimel Ventus Character Portrait: Munti Acini Character Portrait: Caesara Dominus
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Hope Froloss

Hope blinked, and the world came back into focus. He stared at the area around him, confused.

What was he doing here? And... It was sunset?! Ok, just what the he -

Oh. Right. Axel and Cato.

They had disagreed to his terms and left the room, probably to look for a more trustworthy job, and... He couldn't really remember anything else beyond the point when they'd close the door behind them. Not good. Hope clutched his head with his hands, and he suddenly felt like laughing even though there was nothing funny about the matter, and geez he'd already forgotten his memory once not again -

"Ok, self, calm down." Hope muttered, grinning mirthlessly at the sound of his own voice. He quickly rechecked his memory, a wave of relief crashed down on Hope when he realized that they were still there. He let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and crouched on the ground, suddenly feeling tired from the relief. For a while, Hope just sat there, gathering energy to make a move.

Hope wasn't sure whether or not to feel relief or upset over Axel and Cato not accepting his offer. On the one hand, Hope didn't need to get two hundred gold to pay them, and he didn't have to worry about how to communicate. He also felt a bit bad about lying to them, and wasn't entirely sure what to tell Richard and the others if he has succeeded. On the other hand, no outside information about their enemies to give them a edge, which could obviously be done without but would've still been useful. Also no way to keep someone who was obviously their enemy under watch, and to prevent him from being used by the enemy. People getting paid won't get paid if their employers are dead.

Hope sighed and scratched his head, forcing himself to stand. He probably should be happy, since it made things more simpler to deal with and revealed that he was apparently a great liar. Not good enough to seem unsuspicious, but ok enough to not raise any big alarms. Sure, it was a loss, but not a great one. Still didn't really reveal why he had suddenly shot forward in time, but that could be dealt with later. Picking up his pack and making sure that the key for the room was with him, Hope left the room and went downstairs.

The place was packed. A lot of the townsfolk had came to relax at the inn, and there seemed to be a drinking contest going on at one corner by suspicious looking people. The bar was filled with people as well - neko's, elves, a drow, a faun and what seemed to be a half-elf. Hope raised an eyebrow at that, it was rare to see a drow sitting in the same place as an elf. Then he turned to leave the building, handing the key back over the counter before he did so.

Just as he made his exit from the front door, he remembered about Richard and his other traveling companions. It seemed to be getting dark, and he didn't know where they were, so with a sigh Hope gave a call.

"hey, Richard. I'm done. Sorry for taking so long, it was pretty hard to wrap up. Um, where are you guys?" a thought occurred to him, and he added "Do you guys need food? I'm still at the inn, so I think I can get some."

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Character Portrait: Uona gel-Gahal Character Portrait: Zeebarl "Weasel Eyes" Jorlinstone Character Portrait: Altara Koloyros Character Portrait: Richard the Pawn of Dinius Character Portrait: Validus
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Uona strapped the waterskin to her belt, stepping a bit to the side to give Altara more room to test her new tool. She considered what the merchant had told her, weighing her options. The thieves might be of interest, but she felt she lacked the stealth necessary to deal with them. The labor options were of no interest to her whatsoever. She was next to become the shaman of her people. She would not lower herself to petty labor in a single locale, not when she had left her home to experience everything the outside world could teach her.

She wondered if the shortling didn't require a bodyguard. His cart looked heavy, and with his small size he would be easy prey for bandits on the road. He also seemed to travel quite a bit, which served her purposes for experiencing new cultures and points of view. He... did look a bit loathe to spend anything, however. And she was woefully short on coin... Bah. If she travelled with him, she could easily make money looting those who attacked them, or offering her nightly services to any taverns they stayed in. She need only convince him of the wisdom there was in hiring her. She supposed that would be easy enough.

"Do you need a bodyguard?" She asked, kneeling so as not to tower over him quite so much. "I could pull your cart, and ask nothing more than a bit of food and a room in any inns we stayed at. You wouldn't need to pay me anything. I am also well equipped to deal with any threats you might face, as you can see, and I promise not to be a bother."

She wondered if she didn't sound a bit desperate. She supposed she was desperate, in a way. Oh well.

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Character Portrait: Cardista Willowlore Character Portrait: Drei Loraene Character Portrait: Hope Froloss Character Portrait: Lillian Eirellan Character Portrait: Esclava H. Maegstire Character Portrait: Nyaryssa Blayke Character Portrait: Reimel Ventus Character Portrait: Munti Acini
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Drei's head snapped around to the red-haired neko that sat beside her when she felt the tap.

"What." She stated blandly, looking the girl up and down. Something sparkly caught Drei's eye and she spotted two golden ornamental bells hanging off the neko's outfit, tied to two long pieces of ribbon.

How odd... but, it is pretty. Drei's thoughts continued before she could silence them, If they sparkle so much in the dim light, imagine them in the sun! When the girl runs, it'll look as though she has little orbs of light trailing behind her... Her hand subconsciously reached out and grabbed her larger pouch. The pouch wasn't filled with coins, it was filled with pointless, shiny trinkets of various values that Drei felt no attachment to - yet, for some stupid reason, she had a collection of these things to begin with. It appeared that Drei was either an avid collector or a failure as a thief, which sounded familiar. Her brow knitted as she glared at the shiny bells. Did she want to steal them and add them to her treasury? No... a child's voice whined in her head and Drei could have sworn that if her inner child were beside her, she would be pouting. I wanna wear something sparkly...

Like what, a f***ing tiara? Drei smacked herself in the forehead as punishment.

"... over here? Is your friend alright?"

She growled, not even bothering to try and stifle it. "Look," Drei blurted, sticking her thumb back at Caesara, "This chick is not in any way my friend. I've known her for longer like... like that," she gestured all over the slaver, face scrunched up in distaste, "... than when she looked alive. Honestly, I'm still trying to work out which version I dislike less. At least when she talked she bloody walked." Drei rolled her shoulder back, narrowing her eyes at that stupid neko, still frozen in place. Her chest raised up and down heavily, but it felt like something had been lifted from her... almost. Her rant was done, but she had one more thing to do before she could feel satisfied. Revenge shall be sweet. She turned back to the conscious neko and shrugged, her steam blown off. "I don't know if she's alright," she said casually, and though she didn't say it, it was evident that she also meant "And if she's not alright, then tough luck."

Now ignoring the neko, she glanced down at Esk who was searching for something. She had caught him observing his pants before from the corner of her eye and realised what he was after. She leant over the bar with her arms folded, looking down at him.

"Can you even sew?" She asked, then admitted flatly. "I can't. I've never even had to try." A little smile played on her lips as she tugged her pouch from her belt, setting it out in front of her. She dipped her hand inside and wriggled her fingers around, searching for her little handy item and bracing herself to have her fingers pricked. Nothing jabbed at her. "Now that's odd..." she muttered and emptied her gold, mostly worthless (some things being priceless) junk onto the bar, shifting her hands through it. Her black sword shards were there too, but they were not what she needed. She began to panic.

"Prick?" Something wiggled beneath her shirt. Drei's eyes slowly widened and she looked down at her bosom. "... Prick?" Wiggle wiggle prick. "Ow!" Drei brought her hands up to her chest. Her eyes flashed in anger and suddenly, it felt like she was the only person in the room. She didn't even notice the looks she was getting from her bar companions. "Please tell me that you can get out yourself." The movement felt almost as though the thing was shaking its... head? Drei's cheeks flared up. "Please don't tell me that I have to fetch you." It nodded. Drei grit her teeth and stuck her fingers between her cleavage to retrieve the pest. It was a glowing, golden needle that trembled between Drei's index finger and thumb, looking at her furiously blushing face with its 'eye'.

"You little bitch!" Drei snapped, "That is the last time you go anywhere near that place! Do you want to end up giving me a third ni-" Her crude accusation was cut off by Prick zipping out from her fingers and jabbing her in the lip before whizzing around the entire tavern as though singing "I'm free, I'm free, I'm free!" Drei sucked the blood from her lip and pointed to Esk's pants, swearing profusely at the enchanted object. "Do what you ****ing are here to do, you twerp!" Prick settled down at the tears and started to do what it did best - besides annoying Drei to the point she wanted to throw the insolent sliver of metal into a furnace. She huffed, glaring at the thing as it did its work. Though it was hard to tolerate, it did obey her - and in a minute, it would be done with its work, without even stitch marks left behind. Drei's eyes slowly raised to meet Esk's. She just humphed and turned her head away, willing the embarrassment to leave her.

"... I know. It's time I learn how to sew."

8 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Cardista Willowlore Character Portrait: Drei Loraene Character Portrait: Lillian Eirellan Character Portrait: Esclava H. Maegstire Character Portrait: Nyaryssa Blayke Character Portrait: Reimel Ventus Character Portrait: Munti Acini Character Portrait: Caesara Dominus
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Esclava

Esk looked up at the dark-skinned elf in surprise when she asked if he could sew. Before he could answer, she pulled her pouch out and searched inside it. Esk sat up as she started to empty the items inside the pouch on the table, and he pondered on how to answer her question.

He was snapped out of his pondering by a waiter, who nervously approached them with a tray full of food. Esk looked up at the waiter with a neutral expression as a young waiter placed utensils and a bowl full of steaming hot food in front of him with a trembling hand. "Ah, thank you." Esk said monotonously, raising his voice to be heard over the dark - skinned elf's talking in an exasperated tone into her bosom at someone or something called Prick.

The waiter nodded and turned to give the dark-skinned elf her bowl of food, but just as he was about to approach her, she plunged a hand into her cleavage with a blush. The waiter's face immediately turned red and he abruptly did a 180 degree turn, walking towards Esk, who had refrained from eating and was searching through his pack for his sewing case again. He looked up as the waiter placed another bowl of food and the utensils required beside his own.

"Please give this to your companion beside you, thanks," the waiter pleaded defeatedly. He was new to the job, and although he could deal with rowdy drunkards, flirting ladies and bar fights, he just wasn't equipped to deal with a lady pushing her hand down her cleavage.

Esk nodded, his face still neutral.

"Thanks," the waiter said, and escaped with a relieved expression on his face. He probably shouldn't leave it to a customer, but said customer had agreed and he could still feel his face burning and well, he couldn't get the picture out of his mind for some reason. The waiter resolved to dunk his head in ice cold water as soon as he possibly could.

Esk looked at the young waiter's retreating back for a moment before he turned back to the front, pulling his bowl of food in front of him. He ignored the dark-skinned elf's snapping at the golden needle (which was whizzing joyfully around the tavern) she had taken out of her chest area and carefully took the steaming bowl the waiter had left him in both hands, turning to face the elf.

"Here's your meal. Careful, it's hot." Esk said to her, his face neutral as always. He treated the incident which had just taken place (pulling live needles out of cleavage) as though it was as normal as a worker getting a drink of beer in an inn. He placed the bowl of food he was carrying down in front of the elf, turning to grab the utensils and place them beside her bowl of food. Esk made sure not to move his legs as he turned to face his own bowl; Prick was sewing up the tears in his trousers with almost supernatural efficiency.

Once Prick was done, Esk examined his pants, pleased to note that all of the tears were finished in such a short time. It was as though the tears hadn't even existed at all. Esk turned to face the needle and it's mistress with a faint smile on his face. "Thanks for fixing my pants." He said, giving out an aura of happiness.

At the dark-skinned elf commenting that she might need to learn how to sew, Esk looked at her quizzically, his happy aura growing into a puzzled one. "But you have Prick." He said, confused. A magical needle was good enough that she didn't need to learn, and Prick seemed nice... Then again, what happened if she lost her living needle? That must have been what she had thought of... She seemed wise to think of that, and Esk could help her out with that endeavour.

"If it doesn't offend Prick, I can teach you how to sew." He offered. "I cannot sew anything skilful like embroidery or as fast and efficient as Prick, but I know enough to mend clothes reasonably well. Will that be alright?"

8 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Cardista Willowlore Character Portrait: Drei Loraene Character Portrait: Lillian Eirellan Character Portrait: Esclava H. Maegstire Character Portrait: Nyaryssa Blayke Character Portrait: Reimel Ventus Character Portrait: Munti Acini Character Portrait: Caesara Dominus
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Nyaryssa ducked as the needle went whizzing around the room. She stared as it settled itself to tend to the Drow's companion, then turned back to the bar and began chugging staight out of the bottle. She was not in the mood necessary to deal with this kind of shit.

She removed the now empty bottle from her lips, letting out a long breath as she did. "Prick," she mused, lightheaded, and then burst into giggles. "Prick the needle."

"Hey," she pushed on the drow's arm lightly. "D'you, d- d'you think, that Prick," another round of giggles."That Prick, could fix th', th', big fuckin', uh. Thing. Like, big, hole, thing, in, my fuckin', uh, fuckin', uh, fuckin', life, thing, with the shit, an' the stuff, an' th' fuckin'..."

She trailed off, staring at the opposite wall for several moments. She turned to look back at Drei. "D'you want me to read your fortu... fortuitituitui... tui... tuin, pretty lady?" She reached into her card pocket, almost falling off the stool as she did so. She pulled out a deck of arot cards and set them on the bar. Her hand slipped, sending a few skittering across the wood towards the red-headed man."Woops."

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Character Portrait: Cardista Willowlore Character Portrait: Drei Loraene Character Portrait: Lillian Eirellan Character Portrait: Esclava H. Maegstire Character Portrait: Nyaryssa Blayke Character Portrait: Reimel Ventus Character Portrait: Caesara Dominus
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Esclava

Esk picked up the cards, gathering them in his hands. He placed them together in a neat pile and turned to face the inebriated neko, leaning over to hand the cards back. "Here, your cards miss. You dropped them." He said politely, holding them out towards her. "Be more careful."

Esk turned back after the cards were taken and picked up his spoon, intending to use it. Upon closer inspection, the bowl contained beef stew, and Esk lowered his spoon into the bowl before turning back to face the drunk neko, "what kind of fortune telling can you do, Miss?" He asked, mildly curious.

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"The best kind," Nyaryssa said, leaning towards him from behind Drei, one hand gripping the bar to keep from falling. "The kind that's awesome."

She straightened and picked up the cards, shuffling the deck sloppily. "Le's do you firs' Mr. Stupid Jacket Man," she said. She moved to draw one card, then stopped and squinted suspisciously at Esk. "This's gon' be money, uhkay? I don' do freebies, so y'better have, like, like, thir... uh... no, for... twenty... uh... fuck it, ten o' the li'l, shiny, round, plate-lookin' fuckers."

She made to play a card again, then stopped again. She turned to look accusingly at Esk. "Okay?!" she demanded. She slapped her hand on the bar for emphasis.

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Drei blinked in surprise at Esk actually offering to teach her how to sew, especially because she wasn't being serious when she said that she needed to learn. She frowned at him then shook her head lightly, suppressing a grin at the boy's obliviousness.

"You're just hopeless, aren't you? But, yeah, whatever. You can teach me to sew so I want need that thing anymore," she stared accusingly at Prick, who had finished its work, and it cowered beneath the table, "And I can teach you... I dunno, fingerpainting." She didn't know why she said that of all things. The word just had a kind of fondness to it, like an air of reminiscence. Perhaps one day, she'd remember why. She at last glanced down and took the meal from Esk, looking down at it in repulsion. "Tavern food will be tavern food," she muttered, looking down at it. It wasn't what she felt like, but it was edible. It wasn't the fresh, leafy clean food she was fond of, but it had energy stored in it. Energy that she needed.

Her wine and the bucket of water arrived soon after. Drei took an unladylike swig from the bottle and winced at the bitter aftertaste before slamming it down and turning to look at Caesara. Did she want to do the thing now? Yes, she very much did, but that stupid drunk neko beside her was beginning to strike a nerve.

"Great fuckn' what?!" She snapped, glaring at the girl. "You do not speak to me while you're incapable!" The neko just giggled and continued to slur,

"D'you want me to read your fortu... fortuitituitui... tui... tuin, pretty lady?"

Drei sneered and turned back to her food, wishing for the neko to pass out already. Her drunk behaviour was putting her off her own drink, and Drei pushed it away from her. Getting drunk with this woman beside her was just about the last thing she wanted to do besides getting drunk with Esk next to her, who took everything she said literally. Imagine what would happen if he took her drunken ramblings seriously. Drei didn't like imagining that.

When Drei snapped out of trying not to imagine she saw Esk and the neko conversing over the top of her. It seemed that the drunken feline was trying to pull her oblivious, trusting companion into a scam.

"Don't listen to anything the wasted cat says, Esk." Drei said loudly, eyes fixated on her soup which she was stirring, "You'll just waste good coin. Even if she can 'tell the future' like she's suggesting, I highly doubt that she'd be of any use in her condition," she hissed, putting a heavy emphasis on the word so that anyone else would be able to understand what 'condition' Drei was speaking of. Anyone else but Esk, Drei remembered and turned to him to explain. "She's drunk. Intoxicated, smashed, tipsy, whatever else you'd like to call it. She's probably just hallucinating with her playing cards in thinking that she has the 'power of the prophet' right now. She's not worth the time or money to pay any attention to. Just ignore her and she'll pass out, with any luck."

Drei wiped her table clean of her golden junk and stuffed it into her pouch again, eyeing the neko suspiciously before busying herself with her food again. Even though the neko looked in no right condition to steal anything, she wouldn't take any chances.

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Character Portrait: Drei Loraene Character Portrait: Esclava H. Maegstire Character Portrait: Nyaryssa Blayke Character Portrait: Caesara Dominus
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"You bite yer tongue!" Nyaryssa demanded, slamming her hand against the table again. "I ain't never said nothin' bout readin' no future, jus' tallin fortunes, an' ain't none o' those no prophet shit. Whatchu take me for, some kinda circus fake? Shit. Y'all don't know nothin' 'bout tarot."

Ahe shuffled the deck again, her lower lip stuck out in an angry pout. "Jus' for that, I'mma do you first. Now ask yer question an' I will tell you e'rr'thin' you need to be knowin', or my name isn' NyaMEOWRA BLAYKE!!" Phew, almost gave herself away there.

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Character Portrait: Uona gel-Gahal Character Portrait: Zeebarl "Weasel Eyes" Jorlinstone Character Portrait: Altara Koloyros Character Portrait: Richard the Pawn of Dinius Character Portrait: Hope Froloss
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Once Hope got Richard's answer, he replied 'Ah, ok. I'll head there straight away then.'

He began to walk towards the entrance of the city, humming softly. As if attracted by the tune, the yellow snake being; which had been resting in Hope's pack (it was pretty empty, with only a towel and some other basic necessities), came out and slide up to his shoulder. It swayed to the beat, and came up and around to come face to face with Hope, who gave a chuckle at the sight.

'Almost forgot about you,' he muttered fondly, directing a faint smile towards the snake. It gazed silently at him, and Hope examined it in more detail, half-paying attention to the route he was taking in order not to bump or trip into anything.

Upon closer inspection, the snake seemed to have changed slightly since the last time he saw it. The flickering had died down to a faint glow, and the scales were now a deep fire yellow instead of light straw yellow. There were faint sunny gold stripes on the side blending in with the yellow, and the reddish diamond on its forehead faded gradually into the yellow background; as though it was a diamond shaped sun about to rest or rise. The head itself had grown into something resembling a particularly rounded triangle, and it's eyes reminded Hope of the summer sky.

Oh, and it had grown more smaller too. The snake slithered out of the sack and around Hope's neck, and it hanged around his neck like a particularly tasteless necklace, wrapping it's body loosely around Hope's neck twice before running out of length to do so again. The warmth from earlier was gone; now it felt like the snake didn't even exist. Hope stopped examining it and increased his pace from a stroll to a brisk walk; he wanted to reach the meeting point ASAP and find out whether what Uona had helped him plan was a success.

'I think I'll call you Daryl. What do you think?" Hope asked the snake, ignoring the brief looks of bystanders who thought he was talking to himself. As though it was answering, it moved its translucent head from in front of his vision to resting around his neck, and Hope took it as a yes. "Daryl it is, he muttered, grinning, and increased his speed even more.

Hope decreased his pace to normal walking speed once the gates were closer in distance, getting his breath back from the almost-run he had done to reach his destination. It was kind of embarrassing that he had ran here, and no on but Hope himself needed to know that he had done so. As he reached them, he caught sight of Uona, a merchant, Richard and a red haired knight who was probably the Altara Richard had mentioned before, along with a young female elf who had blonde hair.

Hope walked towards the merchant's cart, curious about the wares the dwarf was selling. He gave Richard and Uona a grin and a small wave before turning to the other two ladies, giving them a nod in greeting and a smile. Then he turned and examined the cart's contents, careful not to interrupt anyone while he stared at the items belonging to the merchant, wondering if there was something he wanted which the merchant could provide.

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"Huh?" Hope stopped mentally cataloging what he could see inside the cart (rusty shield, an apple, a bow sigh no string among other things) and looked at the merchant in confusion before realising what he had said. Hope shook his headed frantically, smiling in embarrassment. "Ah, no, no, although the pork sounds good." He said, flustered, still half looking in the cart. "I was just lo -"

Wait.

Hope's gaze came upon a pair of goggles and stayed there. It didn't look special (black leather straps with a small brass buckle to adjust its length along with grey rims) and one of the lenses (kinda like two roughly teardrop - shaped lenses with the pointy bits towards each other, like retro aviator goggles) was cracked, but it attracted him like housewives to a market sale.

"Actually, yes." Hope changed his sentence mid word, his gaze now focused entirely on the pair of goggles. "How much do those goggles cost?" He asked politely, gesturing towards the item he had mentioned. Best not to enrage the seller by behaving rudely. It might get the guy to not sell it to him or worse, increase the price.

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Character Portrait: Uona gel-Gahal Character Portrait: Zeebarl "Weasel Eyes" Jorlinstone Character Portrait: Altara Koloyros Character Portrait: Richard the Pawn of Dinius Character Portrait: Hope Froloss Character Portrait: Validus
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Uona grinned and stood up. She had a job, finally. And she was being paid! That was... new. She waved at Hope as he arrived, then busied herself with thinking how she could best do the job she had been hired for. She supposed for the moment she could just... stand there? Maybe look a bit imposing? To be honest Uona didn't really know how to guard. She decided she'd start by watching those present, just in case. She didn't think Altara and her companions really seemed the type to steal anything, but she felt it was the guard-y thing to do.

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Character Portrait: Uona gel-Gahal Character Portrait: Zeebarl "Weasel Eyes" Jorlinstone Character Portrait: Altara Koloyros Character Portrait: Richard the Pawn of Dinius Character Portrait: Hope Froloss Character Portrait: Validus
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Seeming satisfied with Richards answer, and nodding along to his comment about curses absent mindedly, before Zeebarl turned to Hope. The latest customer seemed flustered at Zeebarl's question, seeming embarrassed at having not picked something yet as the halfling merchant stood their patiently, showing little in his smile as the new stranger suddenly froze up and started at something from his cart. It seemed he was interested in a pair of ordinary grey tear drop like goggles he had among his wares, to which Zeebarl happily announced; " Ah good eye sir, though these goggles are admittedly indeed of repair, they are still a valuable asset when repaired! Sure to keep any dirt and dusts away from your eyes, and keeping any distractions away from your glare! They also help you see somewhat further ahead of you, though only marginally admittedly. It's other feature includes and adjustable strap for easy fitting and comfort, a one size fits all if you will. And for the low price of seven, yes seven, bronze coins, they're all yours sir!"

As he awaited an answer from Hope, doing his best to ignore Richards incantations, he noticed from a quick glance around the Uona had now risen from her feet and, well, was also glancing around at everyone else, trying her best to look imposing. Well it was fair enough really, and good of her to start working so soon after a were mention of being hired, and to be honest, was what Zeebarl did when no one was buying anything. Still, best keep and eye on her too. Too early to trust yet.

As expected with a mage fixing something magical, a magical reaction occurred, of a great flash of white light as he cast the spell on the crystal orb, where the merchant had to shield his eyes from the bright light. However, Richard seemed to frown as he held it up to the light. Zeebarl could see why too as he realized glumly that the orb wasn't made of crystal, but merely finely crafted glass, much to his disappointment, definitely having to lower it's cost.
Though oddly it seemed Richard was wary of all the magical items as they were repaired, much to the merchants suspicions. He then heard what he expected about them all being repaired. What he wasn't expecting to hear however, was the mage fellow telling him the magical items were in fact, not at all magical.

His jaw hanged agape as Richard handed his items back, before hurriedly testing his theory by quickly slicing at a nearby tree with the apparently enchanted sword to see for himself it was merely given a nasty cut and not fell the mighty oak in one swipe, causing him to frown further. He carefully lumped the recently repaired items onto his cart before sighing heavily and pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Well my good man, I am very sorry to hear that. Well that truly is unfortunate, it seems you are correct. Hmmm I suppose must of been some filthy rotten heartless spell slinger that tricked me with some illusion spell or a charm of some sort! It's despicable what some people do for profit! Thank you nonetheless, here, for your troubles.", the halfling salesman blabbered to the mage, obviously distressed over the whole situation, before handing a bunch of gold coins to Richard, as he stared angrily at the not so magical items.

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"Seven bronze coins..." Hope muttered to himself, searching his pockets for money. Those goggles looked cool, and according to the merchant he would be able to increase his range by a bit, which would definitely be a help when it came to battle. Pulling out his pouch, Hope hurriedly checked to see if he had enough. Yup, he did. Grinning, Hope extracted the appropriate amount of money and handed it to Zeebarl.

"Here," he said happily, placing the coins into the dwarf merchant's hands. Once he was sure that the merchant wouldn't dropped the coins, Hope reached over towards the cart and took the goggles before walking away from the merchant; the transaction now complete. Stuffing the goggles into a pocket, he strolled towards Altara and the elf girl, coming to a stop a few feet besides them.

Curiously, Hope looked on as Richard repaired the items. The lights were really bright, but once you got past the initial blinding flash the results were actually quite pretty. He stared at them; entranced, and felt slightly sad when Richard finished repairing them and handed the items over to the dwarf merchant. Ah well, at least he got to see it.

Something seemed wrong, though. It seemed like the items weren't magical, and the merchant got duped. 'That sucks,' Hope thought sympathetically. Magic items were normally pretty expensive, and the merchant would get less profit. He might've even paid quite a lot for them too. The scammer must've been pretty good. 'Better luck next time, I guess.'

Turning away from the sight of the dwarf merchant staring angrily at the fake magic items, Hope faced the red haired woman and her companion with a smile. "Hey," he said cheerily, deciding to check if she really was Altara, "Are you Altara? If you are, I'm Hope. Nice to meet you and your friend!" He held out a hand.

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Esk blew carefully on the spoonful of food to cool it while Miss DSE (dark-skinned elf) explained what being drunk was. "I see," he said seriously, nodding. Then he stuck the spoon into his mouth and closed his eyes in what seemed like bliss as his taste buds came across it. Mmm, delicious.

Esk knew about drunk people, although he hadn't known that the cat girl might be a scammer (He would have to thank Miss DSE). Exposure to Robin did that to you and gave you expertise with running and buckets on the side. In his experience, there were mainly four types - rowdy drunks who like to sing bawdily and mess with people, quiet drunks who gradually keel over without a word, drunks who became violent like a wrestler on steroids and drunks who ended up crying on a strangers shoulder about anything and everything. The rest were either a subset or a mixture of the four.

Nyameowra (Meowra?) Blake seemed to be part of group 1 - the Rowdy Drunk. Definitely not the Crying Drunk, that for sure.

And although Miss DSE had insulted her, she was going to give her a reading for free. How nice of her to do that. Leaning over towards Miss DSE, he said quietly, "She's agreeing to do it for free, though. Do you wish to give it a try? You won't be losing much either way."

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Drei huffed and rolled her eyes. "No, if I turn to a fortune teller I'll loose nothing but my dignity -" Prick somersaulted through the air and her eyes followed it as it moved around the rowdy, uncouth tavern until the needle at last settled on Caesara's head. "... Which, I may have already lost the moment I met that one. Fine, I'll ask Meowra something."

She shrugged and turned back to the neko girl. "Okay... try this." She said slowly, thinking her question through, "This is Caesara. Caesara has employed me for a job. How will it - Valhilt's bane, this is so stupid - how will it go? Should I even bother with this extra hassle? Where should I go? Where am I meant to be?" Drei shut her mouth immediately after realising that she had babbled on and shook her head in agitation, attempting to regain herself. "That was more than one question. Let's sum that all up... if I continue down this path, what will happen?"

Despite her previous badmouthing of fortune tellers, she was a little curious at what this Meowra girl had to tell her.

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"What'll happen to tall, dark, an' slanderous if she continues with this job," Nyaryssa slurred, sloppily shuffling the cards. Two fell from her hand, but she left them. She set the deck on the bar, then drew her first card. Ten of Swords. 

"Pretty lady had a sad past, eh? Hehehe." Second card, placed next to the first. Five of Pentacles. "You lose somethin'?" She glanced over at Drei.

Third card was next. The Hermit. Nyaryssa's eyes narrowed, and she straightened. "Huh." She bent to look at the cards that had leapt out. Justice and The Lovers. "Eeeehn." Her brow furrowed, and she ran her fingers through her hair. "Hnh."

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"Pretty lady had a sad past, eh? Hehehe."

Drei nodded - on the inside. Her past wasn't something she wanted to delve in, considering the pain her last few memories had caused her, but it was something she couldn't help but be curious about. Your past is what defines you, what makes you who you are. Without any memories of her past, she would never be able to understand herself; the decisions she makes, the things she says, the impulsive hatred she felt towards some things. She would never understand what her shards mean or what she was doing when she woke, or why that drow man was dead beside her and why she wrote those words...

Maybe it was better to not know.

"You lose something?"

Memories? Yes. It seemed that the tarot was just telling her things she already knew. Or had she lost something else? Agh, get it together, Drei! You know you don't believe in this load of -

"Huh." Meowra reacted strangely to the next card, her drunkenness momentarily slipping away as she straightened herself in her seat. Drei glanced at the card, an old man in a hood she at first mistook for death, and raised her gaze back to the neko.

"What does that one do?" She asked in monotone. Meowra just looked down to the two cards that had fallen out of her hands onto the ground and frowned. Drei tried to look at the cards but she couldn't see the pictures well from where she was seated. "... So, when are you planning on breaking the bad news to me? In what method do I part with this world?" Drei said slowly, heavy on the sarcasm, but she watched the neko with a nervous anticipation.

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"...yeah, likewise," Altara grunted, turning her back to Hope and not accepting the handshake. "Just remember to clean up your own messes in the future. Got it?"

Hope felt his smile fade into a look of confusion, his hand still left hanging in the air as Altara turned her back to him and walked towards Richard. He cocked his head to the side and stared at her in bemusement, his unshaken hand coming down to hang at his side.

"Mess? What mess?" He muttered to himself, a small crease forming on the forehead as he tried to remember. He hadn't seen her until now (according to what he remembered, which wasn't much) and unless she had known how his interview with Axel went (which she wasn't there for, so she probably wasn't referring to that), Hope had done something within the time he had entered the city to have messed up her day.

Maybe Altara was irritated for him waking her up? That fit the time slot and would explain how it was his fault. That didn't explain the comment about cleaning up messes, as though he had spilt a drink and she was pissed off because she had to clean up after him. Not the best analogy, but eh, good enough for now. Maybe she was mad because she hadn't eaten anything and he hadn't gotten food for her? Or maybe she was angry that -

"U-um...w-we had, ah, b-best be going. B-before she gets t-too far ahead."

"Huh?" Hope snapped out of his mulling and turned to face Blonde Elf, who was hurrying after Altara. She was stalking off into the woods. "Oh, right," Hope said, and he began to follow them with loose, easy strides; spinning a half circle to smile and wave a goodbye to Uona as he did so.

'So...' he asked Richard anxiously, completing the spin to come face forwards again. 'Any idea why Altara's angry with me? This is my first time meeting her according to my memory, so unless I remind her of someone bad or something I have no idea what I did. Any ideas on how to placate her?' another though occurred to Hope, and he regained some of his normal cheer as he added 'And could you fix my new goggles for me please? You can take it out of my fees if I need to pay.'

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"Uuuuuuh," she stared down at the cards for a bit, face pensive, tapping the Hermit with her finger. She then looked back at Drei, a bright smile on her face. "You'll be fine! Nothing to worry about." Haha. Hahaha. Haha. Ha. She placed a hand on Drei's shoulder and looked soulfully into her eyes. "You'll be fine," she insisted. "Don't you worry about anything. You're gonna be fine, you hear me? Just fine." She considered hugging the elf, call her a brave little soldier, too good for this world, but felt that might be a bit much. Also, the thought of touching someone made her ill.

She gathered up her cards and placed them back in their case. If the cards were telling her this lady should be concerned for her future, it would probably be best not to entertain any thoughts of further readings.

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Uona watched the little spat in Richard's party, feeling a bit guilty over her hand in it. She had intended to raise a defense on Hope's behalf, insist it had been her idea rather than his, but they were gone before she could get her vocal chords working. Her employee began moving in the opposite direction not long after, announcing plans to stay in Briande another day. Uona gave a brief look back in the direction Richard and the others had left, then followed Zeebarl.

The halfling was nattering on about something, a sword in his cart or somesuch that a noble had scammed him into buying. "A nobleman sold you a sword?" she asked, a bit taken aback. "Why? I doubt he needed the money. Why not have it melted down, or give it some warrior he named his champion?" She stepped over a dog lazing in the street. "... It's not cursed, is it?" she added as an after thought, a bit concerned by the prospect. Curses were always bad.

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'Sweet!' Hope thought gleefully, pulling out the broken goggles from his pocket. He lagged behind and waited for Richard to catch up, then handed them over to him. 'Thanks, man. Now I'll try to figure out what's up with her. Wish me luck!' He grinned lightheartedly, then jogged away to catch up with Altara.

"hey, wait up!" Hope called, waving a hand to catch her attention. He ran past Altara and moved in front of her, walking backwards a respectable distance away from her face so that she wouldn't ignore him by walking faster or something. Because Altara might do that, and then Hope wouldn't be able to figure out how to stop her from being angry with him and his dreams of travelling with friends would be over faster than you could say 'I hate your guts'. Not what he wanted at all.

The respectable distance was because Hope really didn't need to make Altara more mad at him than she already was by stepping on her feet or bumping into her or getting pissed off because he was too far away and therefore couldn't be heard; no point giving Altara a legitimate reason to hate him. And also to be out of range in case she tried to punch him or something, because that would hurt and Hope really didn't want to get a black eye, thank you.

Smiling somewhat worriedly (what was he suppose to do?), Hope took a deep breath and crossed an arm behind his back, mentally deciding what he was going to say. "Hey," he said, a hint of apology in his tone. "I have no idea what I've done, but I'm sorry?" He tried, his smile turning from worried to awkward.

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Zeebarl scratched his chin for a moment as he and Uona continued along, replying to her questions; "Haven't a clue why he wanted to rid of it, but frankly he did seem skittish about the whole ordeal. I wish it was cursed, then at least some magic student could want to take a bit of tinkering to it for their research or whatever it is students of the magical crafts do with cursed swords. Suppose it simply was just because it's made of false gold, not much used as a sword really, more decorative than anything. Still, even a soft sword is still a sword if sharpened enough, but it's not really my job to question unless the deal is in question itself."

He carried on along the street, his cart splashing through a puddle from last nights rain, seeming to be heading straight ahead before suddenly telling his new employee; "I think we shall set shop outside that inn, or tavern or whatever establishment it was, that you were at earlier. Minstrel something I believe. Anyways, we shall probably be staying the night there. But first we shall acquire a tidy profit, well more of it, from the good patrons of this town."
As they continued on a bit further, Zeebarl kept silent awkwardly before asking Uona uneasily; "I don't suppose you have the funds for your own room?", as he looked around awkwardly, obviously not too keen on the idea of sharing a room, or paying for a separate one either, though tactfully held his tongue on the matter.