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Legendia Crystallinus

Noan-Zian

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a part of Legendia Crystallinus, by Chari.

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Bianca Carwyn [0] "C'mon! It'll be an adventure! We're going on an adventure!"
Hallik As-Knon [0] What?
William Aielson [0] "My master taught me to follow the right path. I hope I can..."
Emma Zielinski [0] "I grow bored at home. Go we go out and do something else?"
Korin Hartnell [0] "I have never managed to find my light. Perhaps the answer lies in the heart of battle."
Ejin Azimak [0] No place is out of our reach.
Artea Delorian [0] "From thief to mercenary, now that is something I never thought possible."
Neil Weiland [0] Lanceman member of the Red Wolves
Nicholas Arken [0] "As long as you don't attack me, I see no logical reason to incinerate you."
Heru Etu-Aali [0] "True strength comes from indulging the dark. Be not afraid of the abyss"

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Nicholas overheard the conversation between Bianca and her new friend. He couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor spear girl, Ferma, although he still hoped that the other guy won the sparring match. Had to support the home team and all that jazz, don'cha know?

The mage turned his head when he heard someone walk up to him. It was Artea, the thief who got a little too cocky when trying to steal what little coins he had. In response to her comment about the money, Nick just said "If I could conjure up gold in an instant, I definitely would. Especially if it means getting you off my back. Do you have a preference to steal from mages?" There wasn't any hostility in that question, just perfectly normal cynicism.

“Err... yeah. I've been meaning to ask you, because a lot of people told me 'bout it. Do you occasionally incinerate someone? You know, as a hobby? Or do you just like the sound of the; 'Don't annoy me, or I'll incinerate you.' line?”

"Nah, it's just something to keep bandits and other people from bothering me. Never actually had to roast anyone so far, since nobody's too keen on calling a pyromancer's bluff." Nicholas chuckled to himself before carrying on. "For the most part, I just travel around, gathering information. Of course, that all changed once bandit attacks increased and I couldn't risk travelling alone. I'll credit you with enough intelligence to figure out the rest." By the time he had finished speaking, there was a calm smile on the mage's face as he continued to watch the fight.

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Bianca put her head down after Lin gave her the entire explanation, and the gears started turning, processing all of what Lin said. Never having really been outside her house before this, she never really realized that there were people out there who could resent her because of what she was born into. From her perspective, that was kind of shallow. An ironic thought, given she was apt to call those below her own status things like ‘peasants’ and ‘peons’, but that was beside the point for now. However, Ferma’s general distaste for most everyone in general because of her experiences and her circumstances wasn’t nearly as surprising to Bianca, though. Plenty of the heroes in her stories had rough backgrounds just like Ferma, though a majority of them took it out a different door and got all introverted, angsty, and quiet. There was no question this was angst, too. It was just a different way to express it; one that made her lash out at everyone instead. It was simply that Bianca’s high status seemed to compound the issues she had and made Ferma hate her even more. Her class made her angrier.

“That all sounds really, really sad,” Bianca finally stated, looking on as the battle raged, but looking at Ferma in a different light. “As much as I’m unable to empathize with her, I can see where she’s coming from now.” She sighed before she said this next sentence. “I suppose it’s just an impossibility for the two of us to ever become friends.”

The magical girl crossed her arms after verbalizing that thought, the idea irking her just a bit. The whole situation was just plain depressing, and as hard as she tried, she couldn’t really make herself stop thinking about it. She gave it a few moments before she replied again.

“Y’know, maybe someone should tell her that being born into luxury isn’t always what it’s cracked up to be,” She said. “I know I’m not like her, out here for my family or for my survival or anything like that. But I did come out here to gain something I’ve been missing ever since I can remember, kinda like her. Sorta. It's something my parents and my life of luxury couldn’t give me.” She put her finger to her chin. “I can’t quite put my finger on what that is, though. I just felt like I needed to get outta my parents’ house if I wanted to get it.”

The little girl paused for a moment to gather her thoughts before going on. “Now that I’m out here, I do feel a little more satisfied, I suppose. But I also feel like whatever it was that I needed, I still need it. I keep saying what I’m looking for is adventure, and that’s partially true. Heck, maybe it is true. I’m not really sure. To be honest, though, I don’t think that’s entirely what I’m after. I feel like it’s…something else. Something more important, y’know?”

She sighed. “My apologies. I’m talking your ear off. And you probably dun wanna hear it. I dunno why I just went off like that. I'm not even in your mercenary group. Sheesh...” She put on a bit of a pouty face and turned back to the fight.

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“What?!” Ferma verbally cried out in alarm as Neil, having seemingly become vulnerable to her kick parried the blow around him and shoved her past him, the sidestep and speed he demonstrated after dropping the lance catching Ferma completely by surprise. Having not made contact, Ferma was in trouble of a dangerous landing given Neil’s technique, but it was something she was all too familiar with having sparred with Korin on numerous occasions.

Quickly dragging her lance in front of her, she whipped it into the ground, colliding with the weapon and using it to brace her. Pirouetting off the lance like a springboard, she whipped back into an offensive stance facing Neil, the advantage lost the moment he retook his weapon. She hadn’t given enough credit to his skills without his lance.

Surprise betrayed her expression as he had closed the gap, pushing a counterbreak as he began his own offensive, Ferma giving another cry of alarm as she instinctively pulled her lance into a vertical position to block the slice, using both hands to hold it in place. It wasn’t usually her forte to take the brunt of such force and it showed as she staggered back slightly, another precision thrust coming at Ferma as she stumbled back out of the way, regaining her balance as it came past her face.

As another blow came in low and fast, she was forced once again to bring her weapon to block, realising a second too late what Neil was attempting to do. He’d adapted so quickly, and it was such a precise manoeuvre it caught Ferma completely in the open as he locked her lance up and out of the way. She wasn’t however, about to let him take her weapon without a fight. Thrusting it up and forward, her lance flew skyward, breaking from the lock and her grip, the force sending Neil’s lance upwards as well, but no doubt he was maintaining a much more secure grip.

Leaping, she took hold of Neil’s lance, hoisting herself upwards and bounding off his shoulder, somersaulting a couple of times before untucking as she caught her lance midflight. Not wanting to give Neil further opportunity to pressure her on her landing, she quickly began reciting a Terra spell.

“Stone wall!” From the ground, a somewhat large chunk of earth rose up where Ferma was about to land, the lithe warrior pivoting and propelling herself off the wall like a springboard, quickly reorienting herself towards Neil with a flying lance lunge…

"Take This!"

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Lindell listened to little Bianca speak. Despite her immaturities, she was still a bit of an intellectual, and it was cute to see her stumbling over such complicated concepts and attempting to make the best of them. With genuine understanding, Lin responded to Bianca’s prattling, not at all disturbed by her talkative nature.

“I think I know exactly how you feel. All the money in the world can’t compare to some things…” Lindell looked to the sky, almost longingly as she wistfully dreamt of another time and place. She contemplated it for a time before turning back to Bianca.

“I’m fairly certain what you’ve been looking for is your freedom. And certainly, no price can be placed on that…” She wasn’t sure if Bianca had heard her as she turned back towards the fight, the battle seeming to be rapidly heading towards an intense climax. Sooner or later one of them would land a decisive blow to finish things off…

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Ejin was content to listen to the large man as they worked their way through camp. He had much to be grateful for, and he could learn a bit more as they moved. Ejin didn't actually notice that talking to the man began to loosen him up for the first time since he left the Desert; he began to openly reply to all the man's statements and he began to feel much more comfortable with the crowd he had thrown his chips in with. Joining a mercenary band was the best choice he could have made- that is, if he did ever see the Crystals.

Eventually the two made their way to the sparring grounds, where it appeared the two lancers were still settling their issues. Which was strange, as he'd been gone quite a while. That either spoke of their skill, or just the fact that they had a lot to get out of their systems. He turned to Barryn. "Thank you for all your kindness and generosity, but I must rejoin the rest of my group. There's still a bit I need to talk to them about." He waited for Barryn to reply, then joined the group around the sparring field where the lancers battled. He ended up standing near Bianca, Lindell, Artea and Nicholas, where he waited patiently for a chance to join a conversation.

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Artea just shrugged at Nicholas's remark. Perhaps she did prefer to steal from mages, it did not matter much who was what. As long as the target has something worth of value, the thief would steal it. The Vice captain gave herself a disagreeing frown, followed by a rather irritated response to the pyro mage. “I don't, steal.” Artea said, putting on her best act of innocence, although it turned out to be more sarcastic. “I investigate the pockets of those, who I happen to find interesting.” The female thief giggled from her own words. “Plus, I get to meet quite the interesting fellows.” She looked at Nicholas, a short moment of laughter overcoming the female thief. “But, you joined the Red Wolves so you could travel safely? Then you are quite weak for a mage, I think.”

Artea gave Nicholas a joking prod in the side with her left index finger. “Don't worry, I got your back. If our enemies don't lure me in with gold that is.” The Vice Captain playfully stuck out her tongue, turning her head back towards the fight. It seemed it would come to an end, bummer. Now it was to wait for either spear-wielders to lose.

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The pyromancer couldn't help but smirk a little at Artea's defence. As long as she didn't 'investigate' his pockets, then they'd probably get along just fine.

“But, you joined the Red Wolves so you could travel safely? Then you are quite weak for a mage, I think.”

Nicholas just shrugged off that rather stinging comment before replying. "I can take on a dozen bandits at once, and I've had to do that before, just so you know. But since they've been increasing in number, how long would it be until I get overrun by them if I travel alone? I know I'm powerful but I'm not invincible, so that's why I joined your group. If you don't want me here then I guess I could always leave, or would you get lonely without me?" He leaned on his staff, smiling at her as if they'd only just had a conversation about the weather or something.

Suddenly some guy in a set of robes came up to join them. "If you wanna know who won, it's still being decided," Nick said to him.

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Niel tried to sidestep in time to dodge Ferma's surprise attack. But she was just too quick coming off of the rock, she was like a damn monkey! Niel grunted as he felt the wood bite his left shoulder. He staggered back a step swinging his lance in an arc in front of him so she could not take advantage ending with it facing directly at her again.

So she was a terra, likelihood she was only a single focus, like him. Well, a Ventus would make his plan a lot more difficult, so that was good. He had to close the gap again fast. He didn't want to build up a sweat first. Alright... he thought he had it. He went back to circling slowly... slowly...

Now. He lept forward overextending his right arm, feigning like he was protecting his left side where he was hit, he lunged. Ferma took it and dashed in behind his lance and going to his back. Niel knew there was only two options, to target his left side by walking into him, but from their earlier strike she should know he was stronger and find that risky staying in front of him. Instead she had taken the correct move, taking advantage of her speed and trying to go to his backside and get out. Except he had baited this. He spun from his thrust to his left raising his left hand to catch her lance on the back of his heavy plated steel glove to deflect her lance away. Then he quickly brought up his lance up quickly to make use of the fact that she had told him earlier.

The lances lock.

He locked their lances together the way she had done so earlier, locking them together, unless she didn't want to lose her lance. Because to get her lance free she would have had to jump backwards, but right there was the second part of his strategy. To get out of his range, she would have had to jump right into or in front of a tent. Throuought the battle, Niel had been slowly backing up toward the tents to try to get into a situation that would make Ferma's speed less of a factor.

Wasting no time while the lances were locked Niel yelled into Ferma's face to try to stun her from moving or to have her shake up, or all in all to disrupt her thought process.

"WATER! MY SHIMMERING BLADE!"

With that, the droplets of juice that were still on Niel's face from when Ferma flung the fruit at him rose and dashed toward Ferma, aiming for her eyes. If it hit, it should be a victory.

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Ferma had smirked a little smugly after landing her blow, even if Neil managed to keep her at bay for now. Had this been a real battle, an injury like that would give her a near unrecoverable advantage, but instead it only managed to dent this guy’s ego. Still running the overconfidence from her strike, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to capitalise on Neil’s weakness and close the gap, dealing another set of devastating blows. She’d come in low and fast behind him, then take him out.

As Ferma put her plan into motion, the cries of warning from Lin fell on deaf ears, the farmer having bitten off more than she could chew as Neil put his plan into motion. The deft block with his gauntlet was a risky manoeuvre, but one that proved advantageous as he began locking down each of Ferma’s options, keeping her lance restrained, and her movements limited. Taking a glance behind her to survey her surroundings, Ferma cursed silently before that brief lapse and the complete suddenness that Neil’s next move took crippled the lancer girl even further.

Crying out in pain and alarm, the cheap shot stung at her eyes and forced her to close them. Perhaps, had she retained her sight she would have recovered from the disadvantageous position, but as things stood, the odds were simply well out of her favour. She didn’t want to have to do this, but she was not going to let this upstart beat her, even if it was a sparring exercise.

Beginning to recite the most powerful of spells in her arsenal, a sharp male voice interrupted her midspeech.

“Ferma! That’s enough! Revealing such a technique in a sparring exercise is utter foolishness.” Stepping onto the sparring arena was a middle aged male, cold blue eyes masked behind his short brown hair. His robe was an ornate and deep blue lined with gold, and it was clear from the way he carried himself that he himself was a mage.

Adjusting his glasses as he continued to look on in disdain, he spoke. “You’ve clearly lost this battle. You are a disgrace to the Blade Wings.”

Ferma flinched at the words, cautiously retrieving her lance from Neil as she wiped her eyes, still in a bit of pain, as was evidenced by her tears. She didn’t respond to Reyarch, but instead kept her head low, as if accepting what he had said. Lindell was the first to react to the situation, stepping forward.

“Rey, that was uncalled for - Ferma put up a good fight.”

As Rey cast a glare over everyone, many of the crowd watching backed off, heading back to work, Reyarch finally narrowing his eyes as he spotted Lin and her company.

“I believe I told you to call me Reyarch. And you, Lindell. I imagine you were the one who orchestrated this charade? Introducing others, especially combatants into the compound is unnecessarily putting the entire encampment at risk.” The scorn and derision in his voice was palpable, but Lindell took it with a grain of salt, chuckling a little and smirking.

“And I thought I told you to call me Lin, Rey? Come now, we’ve got guests, and Korin already approved everything, even this little friendly match here. You’ve got a problem, you should take it up with him rather than acting like a sour puss and making everyone feel uncomfortable.” Hands on her hips, Rey continued to glare a moment before swiftly turning, muttering to himself about being surrounded by imbeciles.

As he passed Ferma he paused, addressing her once more.

“No matter what Lindell may say, your efforts were inadequate. You’re unfit to be a Blade Wing.” His words ruthlessly cutting into her, he made his way away from the scene as Ferma slowly stood, approaching Neil.

“I’m sorry for what I said. It was a good match, and you are the superior lancer.” Head still downcast, Ferma bowed tersely. “I’m going to retire for the evening. Thank you for this opportunity…” Ferma mumbled to Neil as she turned to leave, heading towards her tent. Reyarch was right. She had to be better than this.

“I’m sorry about Rey, all of you. He’s a bit of a stick in the mud to everyone, so don’t take it personally.” Lindell apologised on behalf of the mage, giving a quick bow. “I’ll have to go and speak to him sorry. If you’ll all excuse me.”

Waving as she began jogging in the direction Reyarch had left, Lin was barely managing to contain her anger at him. Just what the hell was he thinking doing that in front of everyone? Bratty as Ferma was, that was completely uncalled for.

Hurrying across the grounds, she had more than a few words to say to that man.

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“That’s right! Money only really buys you stuff. And all that stuff didn’t really make me happy. Well, except for those adventure books. But that’s more because I wanted to be like the people in those books...” Her voice trailed as she thought about it. Did the people in these books ever have sparring matches like these? Well, sort of. Sometimes folks within groups would fight, but usually one of them ended up being the bad guy. She pondered this fact for a bit, wondering just what something like this meant. And all that pondering caused her to miss Lin’s most important statement.

“I’m fairly certain what you’ve been looking for is your freedom. And certainly, no price can be placed on that…”

It was too bad that by the time Bianca noticed Lin had said something, the battle reached its peak. She went to ask Lin what she said, but got distracted by the flurry of action occurring in front of her. And by the time it was all over, all she could really think about was how mean the man who shouted at all his friends was. How could he say such terrible things about his fellow mercenaries? His words even cut into Bianca a bit, the edge on them sharp enough to cause the magical girl to shiver. It reminded her so much of her father whenever she did something wrong. The thought really put her off.

“Hey, wait, Lin!” Bianca shouted, reaching her hand out after the archer apologized for her colleagues behaviour and ran off. But it was too late. The well endowed mercenary was off like a woman on a mission, hurrying after her aforementioned target. The little girl sighed and bowed her head before turning to her own group.

“...I’m tired,” She stated tersely, stretching and yawning. “And I’m already sick of this day. I just want it to end. I’m going to sleep. Hopefully these folks gave me, the pretty magical princess, my own room. I deserve it after all I’ve put up with.” And with that, she headed off in the direction of her tent.

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“...If you don't want me here then I guess I could always leave, or would you get lonely without me?”


Artea couldn't help but smile a tad from Nicholas's words. “I would soooo.... miss you. If you are gone, who'd protect weak, little, me from those, aweful ban-dits!” She rested her hands on either side of her hip, and sighed deeply. The female thief tried her best to act all dramatic, which worked out fairly well to be honest. No, she wouldn't need any help when it came to portection. She was capable enough to protect herself, and other I guess. “Aaaaaand...” The Vice Captain started. “Wouldn't want to miss the chance of snathcing your money pouch, again. So, don't leave now. I barely got to know you...”

She gave Nicholas a soft, meaningless wink before turning her attention back to the fight, which had reached it's peak. Neil seemed to be winning, which was good. Though the little spear girl, Ferma ddin't seem to give up that easily. Just as the girl was about to perform some kind of magic, Though what did Artea know about magic? someone interfered with the fight. A middle-aged man, blue eyes, brownish hair. Dressed like a mage, so... that meant yet, another magic user...! Artea knew at least one thing, it wasn't the nicest guy on the block, although nicest was used loosely in these terms.

So, after a barrage of flaming, lecturing, but mostly silence. People started walking away from the scene. Lindell, the red-haired archer, left the grounds to follow after this... Rey guy. Not long after that Bianca walked away, wanting to get a good night's rest. Which wasn't such a bad idea, now that Artea thought about it. But, before she went to bed herself... “Shame this almighty guy stopped the fight. It was turning kind of interesting.” The Vice Captain yawned. Stretching her arms in the air. “Yep, I guess I'll get some rest as well. Big day tomorrow. 'Night everyone!” With one last yawn, Artea turned herself away from the group. Finding her tent, and eventually, falling asleep once inside...

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Artur yawned and stretched early in the morning the next day. He had been up a little while studying maps and going over possible strategies. He had no idea what could happen, but it was nice to have possible contingencies in case it all went to hell. A good plan could save lives. It could not replace on the spot decisions or strategies, but it could sure help. He was wide awake within a minutes and was fully dressed and packed. It was a very useful trait for a mercenary to have, being able to wake up fast.

As Artur left the tent, he made the rounds to get all his people up. He wanted them to move out as soon as possible. He told each tent with his men, "Come on, time to get up. We are off in half an hour." In the mean time, he tied his stuff to one of the horse's saddles and took the opportunity to look at the maps one last time.

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Well, that was a good night's rest. With an emphasis on 'was'. Seriously, did Artur really have to yell out loud? How about a nice cup of tea? Perhaps a nice, quick bathing in a lake? Anything? No, of course not. It was straight up and get your ass moving, did the boss ever think to take a break from such a serious attitude? That the man could relax, even if it is just five seconds? Artea had attempted it once. When she had first seen Artur, though even with her charms the thief was unable to make Artur grin, chuckle, laugh or even whip up one corner of his mouth. Which was a total opposite from Neil, who seemed to have a problem trying not to be too laid back. “Ah well, don't change, that what you can not understand. It will only confuse you even more. It is probably just a 'guy' thing.” The female told herself, rubbing her eyes to wake up as quickly as possible.

As fast as she could, Artea pulled on her clothing, strapped her belongings on her belt, and made a run for it. She had to be the first one there, Vice Captain stuff, you wouldn't understand. While sprinting towards Artur, the female thief had managed to; Not trip over any random rocks, as well as strap her bandana on her head. Multitasking was such a welcoming ability, and it were situations like these where you needed it most. When she spotted her leader, Artea could see that the man had already been busy packing the horses, as well as reaching out for a few papers. Possibly maps, as that made the most sense. “Mornin' Art! Ehm... Artea reporting for duty...?” She said, managing a faint playful tone as she tried to catch her breath from that early morning parkour. As soon as the Vice Captain had collected herself, she stepped behind Artur, trying her best to see what it was the man had in his hands. “May I see what you got there...?” She said, looking over his shoulders to spot a few maps in his hands.

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Korin was already awake just as early in the morning, even after a lengthy discussion with Lindell and Reyarch regarding their guests and conduct around them. As much as it was of benefit to have mixed views and opinions, sometimes, he really did wish they would just get along so he could have some peace for once. It seemed the only time those two would ever coordinate was in combat, but as much as Korin found it enjoyable, he was not so selfish as to wish for that sort of scenario unnecessarily.

Accompanied by Reyarch as he ventured towards the makeshift ‘kitchen’, Barryn was already well on the way to preparing food for the troops, and an initial inspection around the camp revealed guard duty had gone off without a hitch. Having expected some sort of retaliation from the local bandits after what Artur had mentioned of dealing with their group, perhaps the local ruffians were finally exhausted? Either that or they’d learnt their lesson and migrated elsewhere…

As shouts from the leader of the Red Wolves were heard, Korin noted the various mercenaries preparing themselves to leave, with admirable dedication. They were fine soldiers in their own right. He would gladly have had any of them for his own company – Not that he was the kind to try and poach potential recruits from other guilds.

“I’ll be glad once they’re out of my sight.” Reyarch commented to Korin, still quite bitter at the company.

“Come now, Rey. No harm was done, and they were pleasant guests to entertain.” Korin looked to his tactical advisor. Even the commander’s stoic nature paled in comparison to Rey’s stark bluntness.

“Quite the contrary. I estimate that approximately 4 hours would have been lost in manpower used to prepare the spare tents, along with the time to dismantle and return them to storage.” Opening his book, the mage flicked through the pages, refreshing his memory on bits and pieces from his inquiry as he spoke.

“Furthermore, numerous costs would have been involved in the food we wasted on those gluttons…” Reyarch continued to appraise the scenario, drawing a sigh from Korin. Even outside of battle, Rey continued to analyse the situation for the best possible outcome. His lack of social concerns was always a bit disconcerting though… If a little humorous.

“If you’re certain my friend. But don’t overlook the morale benefits gained, and the possibility of working with them in future to mutual benefit.” Korin attempted to defend his decision, not that he was too concerned with the opinion of his advisor. The ‘Hmmph’ from Rey indicated he wasn’t too appreciative of Korin’s views either.

Speaking to a number of his men, Korin arranged for them to bring his guests some of Barryn’s food before they departed, and had specifically requested items they could take with them if they should not wish to stay for the morning meal. There were even a number of spare food supplies for them to take on their journey, as Korin was a generous man in some aspects.

Elsewhere, the racket from Artur was slowly rousing Ferma and Lindell, who headed off to the shower stalls to freshen up for the day. Normally they were up before the majority of the troops, wanting to make use of the facilities before them for obvious reasons. Normally the two would chatter about all kinds of things, but for today, Ferma was unusually quiet. Lin decided she would have to speak with her again at a more convenient time as the farmer girl quickly hurried on her way…

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Niel just watched as was being "told off" by this guy. He wanted to laugh, but something in this guy's eyes... just didn't strike him right. There was something off kilter about this man, so he jsut shut his trap. His mouth had already gotten him into enough trouble that day, there was no real point in getting into any more. He watched as afterward, Ferma was led away. He hoped that she would at least take something out of their little match, even if this ass had said it was out of hand.

Well, there was nothing for him to apologize over and he really didn't have anything to do anymore for the night, so he was relieved as Artur announced his intention to head off to bed. Niel quickly followed his example and said his farewells to everyone with a smile on his face once more. Whatever happened that day, it would probably be over by the time the sun rose again.

But, much to Niel's chagrin he was up before the sun was the next morning. Artur came into his sleeping area, saying it was half hour and they were meeting up. Couldn't blame the man if he thought Niel would cause any more trouble. Niel did seem to have that nasty habit.

He rolled over and sat up. Muttered a few words and glanced at a bowl of water he kept by his bed. The water floated up and out of the bowl, and splashed him in the face, in an attempt to actually wake him up. The water withdrew itself and flew down to its spot in the bowl as Niel cursed, getting up off of his cot and opening his pack. Time to get ready for the day.

Soon, he was up and packed and finishing his routine, double checking his packs. All good, not leaving anything. He then turned and picked up his lance, thrustng it out once, testing it's balance for the hundrith time. Smiling, he walked out of the tent and over to Artur's.

As he entered he glanced around and saw only Artur and Artea. Figures the newbies wouldn't be here yet, and he honestly wouldn't be surprised if Bianca had fallen asleep again. He smiled and walked over to the pair. "Mornin'" he smiled. "Gonna get some work done today, Cap'n?"

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Bianca moaned as she rolled over in her makeshift bed, which, of course, was already completely tossed about and messy. The poor girl failed to get barely any sleep, tossing and turning all night long as she struggled to relax. Sleeping on the ground just sucked. There was no if, ands, or buts about it. As Artur yelled louder into her tent, she crammed the pillow over her head.

“C’mooon. I can’t I just sleep for another five minutes? Maybe fifteen? Ugh...” It was unclear whether she was complaining at Artur, or complaining to him about her poor sleeping conditions. She groaned as she rolled over once more, trying desperately to try to get some good rest, even for just the shortest time. But what hope did she have if she couldn’t get any all night long? The little girl sighed before throwing her pillow straight across the tent in frustration. Is this how she was going to have to live from now on? Maybe she could get used to it, but it would take some time, for certain.

Grabbing her things, Bianca quickly managed to get back into her normal clothes from her PJs and tried her best to shove everything she had into her bag. Normally she’d fold everything nice and neat and carefully place them all inside of her bag. But with only thirty minutes to prepare, the poor girl didn’t have any time for trivial matters like that if she was to make it out to her group. Hastily, she finished collecting her belongings and headed outside of her tent, the lodging itself completely empty aside from the things provided for her by the Blade Wings. Putting her bag on her staff and slinging all that onto her back, she shuffled out, making her way back towards where the Red Wolves were meeting.

“Can’t we at least take showers or something?” Bianca whined as she slowly made her way over. “Ugh. I hate feeling all...dirty like this.” She visibly shivered before continuing. “A hot shower sounds amaaazing right now. You have no idea...”

The little girl sighed as she realized no one was paying attention to her. Admittedly, she was indeed a bit frustrated how she’d been treated lately. The whole time during their stay, none of her crew members, AKA, her ‘slaves’, talked to her one bit. No one asked how she was doing after the ordeal on the fight, nor did it seem like anyone cared. Who talked to her instead? Why, the members of the Blade Wings of course. Those folks had shown her incredible kindness throughout all of this. Well, minus Ferma and the mean yelling man, but to her, they were no worse than the rest of her current group. For a moment, she stopped walking towards where Artur told them to meet and looked back towards the camp. She caught a glimpse of Lin and Ferma heading towards the showers, while Korin and the rather large man helped their troops to gather food, probably to give to her group for their trip. Her group...the sound of that wasn’t quite sitting with her so well anymore. Bianca stared longingly at the Blade Wings’ encampment and at Korin, the kind man continuing to show them the utmost generosity. Warm showers, delicious food, kind people, actual group structure...the girl was starting to like the sound of all those things.

After that short pause for thought, Bianca trundled over to where Korin directed his men, walking up to his side and tugging on his shirt to get his attention.

“Hey, mister Korin,” she said, looking up at him and looking as cute as possible as she spoke. “...I’d of asked Lin this if she wasn’t washing up right now, since she was the nicest to me, but here goes...” She took a deep breath before she spat out what she wanted to say. “...Can I join you guys? I’ve changed my mind, and…I wanna be a part of the Blade Wings. You guys are just so nice...” Not to mention their warm showers and delicious food, but she didn’t mention that. Not yet.

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As Korin continued to organise the men around the encampment, a soft tugging from the young Bianca drew his attention, the commander stooping to get to her level as she spoke. With the expression on her face and the way she built up to it, Korin wasn’t quite sure what to expect from the girl, but as she explained her desire, Korin could not deny that it was one of the last things he had expected.

“Changed your mind?” Korin repeated, taking the words into consideration. As much as his group could benefit from the skills of a Carwyn, the honourable way Korin conducted himself made that an impossibility. He wasn’t the kind to poach members from another mercenary guild, and on top of that, a certain level of experience was needed to enter into the Blade Wings. Reyarch would never allow the addition of a child to their ranks.

“I apologise Miss Carwyn, but I must decline your request. You have a fine leader in Artur, and a group of talented individuals at your side. I imagine with the work they will be doing, your assistance will be much more appreciated and needed then ours.”

Standing, he placed a hand to his hilt, looking down to her. He could understand her desire and the appeal his group had, but in joining the Red Wolves, she had made a commitment. Honouring one's word was one of the most important things to Korin, and he would do what he could to ensure others followed that trait as well

“Give them some time to prove themselves to you. If by then you still find them unsuitable for you, then you may return here.” Korin turned to some more soldiers, ordering them about before turning back to Bianca.

“You can learn much by seeing the world. Don’t be too eager to settle so soon.”

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Bianca looked away from Korin and blinked a few times, trying to get her bearings for the moment. He...declined? Well, at least he apologized about it, but just what was going on here? She stopped blinking and looked back to him, his expression entirely too hard to read. Why had Korin declined? His answer made a little sense, but she was still perplexed. The magical girl tried her best to take in everything he said to her, and slowly it began to sink in. The fact that Korin left her offer open and on the table should things with the Red Wolves go wrong did ease her mind a bit.

“...I understand...” Bianca replied, looking down for a moment, her eyes half closed as she continued thinking on his response, her cute look erased from her face and replaced with an unhappier one. She took some time to gather her thoughts before she answered in full. “Well, I hope we meet again, Korin,” She said, sticking out her hand and reinstating her normal cheerful look. “You’ve been very kind and thoughtful to me. Thank you.”

After shaking hands with the leader of the Blade Wings, she readjusted the staff on her back, shifting its weight to make it a bit more comfortable, and headed back towards the rendezvous point. She waved to everyone back at camp before they were too far away, eventually making her way towards Artur.

Of course, once she got there, she’d planned to explain her absence, but it seemed entirely unnecessary. The leader was already preoccupied with two of the other dolts, Artea interested in his map, while Neil simply issued a welcoming greeting. Sighing, knowing there was no point in trying to get any of their attentions at this point, she found a spare spot on the ground and plopped herself down, waiting.

“I don’t see why I couldn’t have taken a shower,” She mumbled to herself. “We had plenty of time. No one else is even here yet.” The little girl made yet another long, exasperated sigh as she stared back towards the Blade Wings’ camp.

“You can learn much by seeing the world. Don’t be too eager to settle so soon.”

“Great. Yet another thing to play back and forth in my mind, along with the ‘washboard’ comment,” She whispered to herself, tossing a few dirt rocks around lightly in her left hand. Bianca knew the statement would probably hold more significance, as would most of what Korin had said to her, but at the moment, she didn’t entirely understand. Why was going with the Blade Wings considered settling and this wasn’t? Or, maybe he was talking about something else, some underlying meaning she’d failed to catch onto. She tossed one of the dirt rocks away from her in boredom as she dismissed her current thought process, sighing once more, wishing she could understand the world around her a little bit better than she did. Cursing her parents’ strict raising of her, she lightly threw another rock in slight frustration before she went back to juggling a few of them with one hand.

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Admittedly, some nights had been better, but Nicholas was more than glad that he hadn't had to sleep with one eye open again. Getting dressed and quickly packing his belongings, he went outside and joined the group, none of whom seemed to notice him as they got ready to depart. A look of confusion passed over the mage as he observed Bianca asking Korin a few questions, especially since she'd had ample opportunity to ask him earlier. Well, they were finally getting back on the road again and as far as Nick was concerned, that was all that mattered.

As the sight of the Blade Wings' camp grew smaller in the distance, he couldn't help but wonder how much longer he'd keep traipsing across the country without getting back to Lor to document his findings. It was quite an odd thing to think about, yet at the same time it was an issue he would have to deal with sooner or later.

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Ejin was not surprised when Artur entered his tent to wake him up. In fact, he had already woken up an hour earlier to wash, shave, and put on his new clothing. However, he'd stopped after putting on his lower body clothes in order to read a bit from his book by lantern-light. He had slept rather well the night before, as the Blade Wings' housing was the most comfortable he'd stayed at in the past month.

After being officially roused, he finished getting dressed and slung his partisan and pack onto his back, sliding his book into one of its flaps as he did so. He exited the tent and stretched one more time before looking around at the others. Most people were already up and out, as he wasn't in a rush. Artur had given them half an hour before they had to leave. As such, he still had time to swing by the kitchen tent to bid farewell to Barryn before they left. Nothing to serious, just a wave an a goodbye. Then he made his way to the meeting point where Artur would be waiting.

He arrived just as one of the Wolves said Mornin', Gonna get some work done today, Cap'n? He moved closer to the others so he could hear what the plan was. In all the activity, he'd nearly forgotten they were on a Bandit hunt, so he wanted to be as well reminded as he could be before the mission.

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Artur nodded over to Artea. "Sure, go ahead, I was about done with them. They are the most up to date maps of the area that I could get. I was trying to predict how the bandits would be holed up, but I don't think I can get anything else out of this." Then Neil came up, asking if they were going to do work today. Flashing a smile, Artur answered, "Well, if we get lucky, it won't be too much work, but we are never that lucky." He doubled checked all his gear, looked around to see all the Red Wolves there, then decided he had one thing to do before shipping off.

Artur walked up to Korin and offered a hand for a shake. He told the man, "Well, it was good of you to let us spend the night here. I know my men-- and women too, of course-- all had a real good time last night. It was nice to boost morale like that. Hopefully, the next time we meet will be just as amiable." He finished his little speech then turned back to his crew. "Alright everyone, time to move out. We have quite of bit of land to cover."

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Predict where they would be holding themselves up? A good question indeed, Artea still wanted to take a look anyway. Once Artur was done, the Vice Captain began to take a look at the maps. Large maps. It is almost like finding a needle in a hay stack. Bandits can hold up almost anywhere!

She frowned, rolling the pieces of paper together and storing them in their respective places. So, if Artur didn't know where those bandits were hiding. Then, what was the point of their missions? Obviously if you wanted someone killed, you would have their current location. Not just a random sign saying; 'These are bandits, please kill them.'

For Artea, it didn't make much sense. Call it paranoid, but something just seemed fishy about this hunt. Or perhaps it was just her imagination? Plus, Artur was the leader, and leaders know what they are doing, right?

Anyway, after shaking her head, the female turned around. She hadn't even realised Neil had arrived, and most of the other crew-members as well. After giving the Lancer a playful wink, and a lazy 'Mornin'.'. Artea made her way to the little Bianca, smiling softly at the girl as she greeted the her. “Hey, a good morning too you Bianca. Are you ready for some adventuring?” The female tried her best to sound as optimistic as possible.

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Bianca took a glance up at Artea, giving her a little bit of a stink eye before she went back to playing with her rocks.

“I guess so,” she replied, throwing another one away from the two of them. “It’ll be nice to finally go on an adventure after all this time. I just wish I’d gotten to take a shower. I can’t stand being smelly. Not one bit.” She sighed as she juggled her rocks a bit more, giving her situation some thought. It’d probably be best if she completely avoided the subject of her momentary lapse of loyalty to Artur, at least for now. This girl was the vice captain of their squad, and revealing any sort of weakness to her was probably a bad idea. Still, it’d probably be obvious to the thief that Bianca wasn’t entirely happy with how her situation had progressed thus far. She hoped that the lack of showering and washing up would be enough to pass off as the cause her current sour mood.

After a few more moments of thought, the magical girl stopped and threw her dirt rocks lightly to the ground. Just what was Artea up to, anyways? She wasn’t quite this friendly last time they talked. She wondered...

Bianca hopped up to her feet and brushed herself off before she turned and looked to Artea. “You seem in an awfully good mood, though,” the girl mentioned, still eying the vice captain slightly suspiciously. She tried to keep this kind of look as low key as she possibly could, which wasn’t much. “I mean, you weren’t exactly this chatty the last time I tried to talk to you. In fact, you were barely chatty at all.”

The magical girl was slightly hoping she’d be pushing some sort of buttons on Artea, wanting to get a little bit of a rise out of her. The way she along with the rest of the group had treated her irked her slightly, and she wanted to get back at them just a tad. Though, she was at least doing it by making her point well known. What she was saying wasn’t a lie, after all.

“So, what’s got you in a good mood this morning? ‘cause it can’t be the lack of washing up. You don’t seem the type to enjoy going without a shower.” She put a finger to her chin. “Heh, maybe it’s because no one else really wants to talk to you this morning. We’re up super early, so I can probably imagine they’re way too tired to start up a chat. And I bet ‘cause you wanted a bit, long chat, you came to the chattiest member of all, me.” She chuckled. “Well, as your master, I suppose I can allow it. So go on. Chat away.” Bianca crossed her arms and tapped her foot as she waited for Artea to start talking. The nerve of this girl was clearly immense...

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A shower, yes. Artea couldn't disagree on that fact. Still, it didn't make that smile on her face any less noticeable. Everything has its bad sides, and lack of showering seemed to be something the Red Wolves had to have as a bad thing. The vice tried not to notice Bianca's sour mood, it wouldn't help the both of them if they started arguing about trivial things. Especially on early mornings.

“You seem in an awfully good mood, though,” The little mage rose up from the ground, tossing the few clay rocks that were in her hand, on the ground. If it wasn't for the early morning, Artea could swear she was being interrogated by the pink-haired girl, her face had that expression, anyway. “I mean, you weren’t exactly this chatty the last time I tried to talk to you. In fact, you were barely chatty at all.”

The female chuckled slightly as Bianca eyed her for a few seconds. Maintaining that, vague, suspicious expression. Really, that curiosity of hers could well be the death of the magical girl. Not... that Artea wished something like that, it was just a fair amount of amusement that the vice captain wasn't the only one with a lack self control when it came to curiosity.

Right after Bianca had finished her cute, interrogation. Artea made an attempt to talk, though not without the occasional chuckle every now and then. “Well, if we both cannot stand going without a shower. Maybe we'll just ask the boys to kindly wait, while we satisfy our girly needs?~” The vice captain spoke in a teasing tone, leaning closer to Bianca's face as she did so.

Having listened to the girl's response, Artea continued. Not wanting to sound as if she didn't take Bainca's complaint seriously. “We could always ask Artur to wait. But only if it really bothers you that much.” She gave the magical girl a soft smile, no-one in the gang should feel uncomfortable. And if it bothered Bianca this much, Artea would do her best to let Artur wait for a moment longer.

At her last words, the female giggled slightly, raising both her hands near the sides of her head. “You got me, I thought you'd be willing to talk to little old me. So, I came to you for a lengthy chat.” In actuality, Artea wondered how Bianca was doing. You know, if she enjoyed being a member of the Red Wolves. Just the general thing, no matter how much the girl would try, she remained a kid.

“Actually Bianca, I was wondering if our little mage enjoyed travelling with us elderly people.” Artea glanced at the other members for a second, turning back to Bianca as the girl responded...

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“Well, if we both cannot stand going without a shower. Maybe we'll just ask the boys to kindly wait, while we satisfy our girly needs?~”

“...Hey, yeah! That’s a great idea! Oh man, a hot shower...” Bianca shivered with delight as she hugged into herself. “Just the thought fills me with warmth and happiness. Could you pleeeeeease ask Artur to let us do that? Ohhhhh, it’d be sooooo awesome...” Clearly the little girl hadn’t caught on to the fact that Artea was simply teasing the girl, her tone of voice not entirely tipping her off. But as she stared into Artea’s face a bit more, the idea shot through her mind, and she frowned.

“...You were just kidding, weren’t you?” She said with a sigh, ceasing to shiver with joy and stopped hugging herself, looking down at the ground. “I guess it was just too much to ask, I suppose. We’re roughin’ it out here, after all. And we’re busy, too. No time to stop for a civilized shower, right?” Her tone was slightly forlorn, as if the vice captain had dangled a piece of fruit out in front of her and snatched it away at just the right time. And clearly, it was that tone of voice that caused Artea to continue.

“We could always ask Artur to wait. But only if it really bothers you that much,” She said with a warm smile. Bianca looked back up to Artea, then chuckled nervously.

“...Nah. This is what I wanted, I suppose. To be out here roughin’ it with all you adventuring types. It bothers me, sure, but I think I’d best deal with it for now.” She paused for a moment of thought before continuing. “Though, only if we get to take a shower next time we get a chance, since it seemed like you were actually sincere about asking Artur this time around. I imagine the next time we get a chance, we’d all be supremely foolish to pass up such an offer. Not that we’re not being foolish passing up the chance now...”

Afterwards, Artea responded to the last part of their conversation, addressing her interrogation about her little chat. And, of course, the incredible little magical girl’s premonition was right, as per usual. Even she sometimes amazed herself at how good she was at that.

“Actually Bianca, I was wondering if our little mage enjoyed travelling with us elderly people.”

“Elderly?” Bianca repeated, raising an eyebrow. “C’mon. You guys aren’t nearly as old as my crummy parents, so you’re far from elderly. Unless you’re comparing yourself to me of course. Then you’re all somewhat elderly. But only somewhat.” She chuckled at bit at her own joke.

“Anyways, uh...I dunno, Artea. I can’t entirely say how much I’ve enjoyed my time here,” she replied, her facing going from smiling and laughing to a bit more neutral. “We haven’t really done much aside from fail to be really organized, fight off some random bandits, and stay at the Blade Wings’ camp. It’s not like I can judge entirely, but uh...” The girl’s voice trailed off for a moment. Should she really say something? She didn’t really know. Against her better judgement, however, she leaned in closer to Artea.

“...Look, don’t tell Artur this, but...my first impression of you guys as a group isn’t all that great,” she whispered. “The lack of organization is frustrating, and a lot of the things that’ve been imposed upon me are grating. Even the members, excluding you now, generally ignoring me somewhat is starting to get to me. And to be honest...I asked Korin if I could just join the Blade Wings instead.” She paused for a moment to let that sink in before she continued.

“...He turned me down, though,” she continued to whisper. “Said he didn’t feel it was right for me to leave, and told me I should explore and gain more experience. And...something about not settling early. Dunno what that was about...”

She backed off, withdrawing before she spoke once more.

“...Sorry, but...I guess I just needed to tell somebody...” she stated, looking down at the ground with her hands behind her back.

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Niel walked over to the maps Artea had just laid down and began studying them himself. He needed a rebrief on the terrain around here. Niel looked around at everybody else and what they were doing. He noted that Bianca and Artea appeare to be having a civil conversation. Maybe that brat had decided to go home, or decided to check the attitude.

hereally didn't have anything against the kid, she would be useful. And getting Artur's trust at that age wasn't something to be sneezed at. He just hoped she would take the damn edge off her tongue some. It wasn't unheard of for mercs to be short tempered, but this girl took it to an extreme. He had dealt with personalities like that in some of the companies he had dealt with, and this girl had too pretty a face to be given that treatment.

Niel rolled up the map Artea had left and stuffed it in his pack. Then, Niel lifted his things and walked over to the pair chatting. he came up beside them and adopted his typical smile. He squatted down and put one arm around Bianca's shoulders and the other around Artea's waist and casually said, "Well, sorry to inturrupt, but the commander is calling. Shall I escort the ladies to him?"