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[RP] The Second World

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Yume Tsuki:
After everything was packed up and ready to go they started traveling. Neicha was walking a lot better thanks to the training Rayleigh gave her, it improved her posture.
"Well, I ventured a lot in the woods of my home, but I've never seen any plague-spots. Neither did the hunters spot anything out of the ordinary, otherwise they would've warned me right away."
Neicha couldn't help but being curious about the phenomenon. The way they explained the plague it was more some curse than a disease, diseases were very specific in what species of plants and animals it could affect. But at least there was one herb with immunity, so she had some leads on how to stop this curse.

WhistfulSoul:
@Duriel

Colfer gave Duriel a funny look. Quit talkin' like we's got a tongue down are throats mate, ih's a little insultin'. He kept preparing the wagon for the next stretch of their journey. Torig waved a hand in his direction. Don' worry 'bout 'im. He's jus' a little touchy. Long line of dwarves and purse... parse... persec... parsectution. Whatever the word is. Herrish could be heard giggling on the other side of the wagon. Torig continued, See, there's no rightly "lost" guard, ih's jus' that when one of the old guard got too old an' retired, the king said that there was no need to replace 'im, that "he will appear when he is needed", or some stoneborn-crap like that. And suddenly you turn up, not knowing much 'bout the capitol, and you're wearin' the Holy Armor of the Guard. He chuckled to himself. I mean, who else could it be but you, mate?

@Jacob

The Lady crossed her arms, and squinted her eyes in scrutiny. I would prefer that your Order would ask before journeying into my woods without reason. I believe that under the circumstances, a wary disposition is to be expected, or am I incorrect? She began to circle Jacob, inspecting his robes. The ones who came before you left no information in our hands. Their minds were locked, and even when they had forfeited their consciousnesses and allowed us to take the information without using force, we found that we could not grasp the slightest trickle of what might be happening within the Order. Except for your name. She began to list Jacob's physical attributes: height, weight, full name, age, and rank in the Order. You're only second to the Archmage, are you not? And rumor tells that you're nearly if not stronger than him. He answers only to the High King, but you, rather... You run his errands, talk to whomever he cannot or shall not. She stopped pacing. Two armed guards appeared on either side of the encounter. And we require your full cooperation in this investigation. We want you to act as the "traitor", as you would call them. We need you to relinquish the chains on the others minds, and allow us to acquire the information we need. In doing so you would help both our cause and the fate of the land. Mayla raised her eyebrow. Not to mention that if it turns out that the Archmage is performing Dark Arts, he would be removed from his position, and you would stand to replace him.

Tyrren @Floressa

He allowed her to instruct him in proper mannerisms and the like, moving him like a ragdoll or a pet a child might adore. Whenever she paused or looked at him, he tried his best to flush his face of any color or emotion. He tried his best to immediately begin practice once she had finished her tutorial, and addressed her with the best manners he could muster. One arm at his side, and the other in a fist over his heart, he replied, I do believe I can, miss. With a small smile, he shouldered both their packs and held his remaining hand out to Floressa. I hope you would not mind if I escorted the missus into town?

They set off, and within the hour they had reached the gates of the town wall. It was immense; the wall towered over any building Tyrren could remember seeing in his lifetime. It seemed to stretch for miles, encompassing what could only be the huge town at the foot of the High Kings' castle. There were bends and corners in the wall, which suggested both expansion and the possibility for more. The gates themselves were sturdy, and looked strong enough to hold the biggest beast in the land, (so long as it could not fly). They were made of a dark iron, probably imbued with another metal to create the actual alloy. It would be presumably weaker, but there was not a single scratch in the metal no matter where Tyrren looked.

A guard approached them, his armor rattling, and his javelin shaking from the movement. Halt! State your business! What task do you have within the... He trailed off when he saw Tyrren, and corrected his posture and tone as well. I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to be rude sir. I didn't know it was you sir. Though, if I may inquire, what have you been doing away from the castle sir? Your fellow knights have been worried. Tyrren was taken back for a moment before he realized that the Goddess had set up the circumstances very precisely. I expected the situation to be explained by your officers. I had left to escort this lady back home, and as you can see, I have succeeded. He turned towards Floressa, Miss, would it be possible for you to explain the circumstances?

@Daylin

The orc was knocked unconscious, and the Chieftain stood before Daylin could strike again. Halt your assault. Harm my kin of blood again and I will ensure your death. A messenger orc walked into view, with a bound woman dragging behind him: Star. Not only that, but it seems you have some amount of care for this human woman. I highly doubt you would wish her blood upon your soul. Two more orcs entered the arena and collected the unconscious brother. I know of the poisoned grog. You are lucky I have not slain your... Friend, already. In a few hours the poison will have worn off. You will have your battle then. An orc in heavy armor began to turn Daylin away, just as the giant noticed both fear and tears in Stars' eyes. Bring him human food and drink. I want a fair fight!

@Neicha sorry Yuki

While they walked, the village approached in no time. All eyes fell upon them as they passed through, heading towards what seemed to be the Alpha's house. By the time they reached it, most of the beast-likes in the village had conglomerated behind them, but none of them followed them into the thatch hut. What they found inside was a slightly startled deer-like man, who was focused on Neicha.

He was big for a deer, almost as tall as Rockjaw. His antlers were big as well, and only seemed to contribute to his power rather than weigh him down or set him off balance. He had dark brown fur, like the bark on a spruce tree, and had a white tuft on his chest that stuck out from underneath his tree bark tunic. He sported similarly crafted shin guards and bracers, and had a wooden staff strapped to his back. He had many pouches strung to his belt, each filled with something different. His face was very clean, as though he hadn't seen much hardship, though the scars and pads on his hands told otherwise. He seemed to be very sturdy on his hooves, as he walked quite gracefully. When he realized that he was the center of attention, he made an attempt to seem more leader-like.

He took a step closer to the three. My apologies. I don't tend to see many other deer-like, so this encounter is... Extraordinary, in more than one way. He turned and nodded to both Rockjaw and Fleetfoot. Thank you, comrades. The fact that you were able to return with someone who may shed some light on the situation so quickly is very pleasing. He turned back to Neicha. I trust that they have filled you in on the situation, and that you know what we are asking of you, so allow me to fill you in on the information that you lack. I am Taurus, chosen Alpha of these beast-likes. My parents decided to make a change in their lives when I was young, so I have been this way for quite some time. I do not mind it, but I do not wish to relinquish it to this taint on our land either. We shall venture further into the woods, and have you assess the situation. We only ask that you do what you can, not what you believe you should. We will give you any resources you require. He walked through the three and motioned for them to follow.

Outside, the entire village had gathered outside the hut. Taurus raised his hands, despite the quite that was already spread among the crowd. With Rockjaw, Fleetfoot, and Neicha spread out behind him, he began to speak to his people. This woman has decided to help us. She will do what she can, if she decides that she does wish to help us. If she does not, then we will continue to search for one who does wish to aid our plight. This group of four standing before you will venture to assess the situation, and will return sometime within the next light cycle. In the meantime, continue your daily lives. The crowd all bowed to Taurus, then turned and began to mesh back into normal duties. Taurus again motioned for them to follow.

After another hour of trekking through the woods, this time very silently, they arrived upon their destination. The taint was a literal plague upon the wood; plants were tinted a dark purple, and the ground was various shades of blue and black. Normal water seemed to be a green ooze that seeped out of everything, trying to escape, but was caught before it could make it out. No animals besides birds could be seen, and even those were only perched in the highest reaches of the trees, where the plague had not yet stretched to. The only sign of normal life could be seen in tiny bulbed plants, which seemed to radiate a certain light. Looking out upon the diseased land, Taurus spoke to Neicha. One of our scouts tells of a spot in the middle of this carnage that looks as if the entire land was scorched by magic fires, but the scout himself was tainted by this infection. The only reason he is alive, which is the same reason why we discovered the plant's effects, is that he realized it was not harmed by this and tucked a piece in his tunic. He paused, the asked Neicha, What do you think?

Lunartic:
Although her expression remained calm, a wave of anxiety rushed over her. She fought to keep her eyes from turning bright yellow. At least she didn't have to worry about her blushing, the warm sun made her cheeks rosy red, and she knew how to keep her voice from wavering. "Ah, my cousin invited me to a small dinner party at his estate a few miles to the south-east, only a day's journey, when his mother-in-law fell ill and I was forced to make leave early." She gestured to her travelling companion and continued. "Thankfully, Sir Tyrren was also returning to the castle and honourably offered to escort me home." She turned and lightly curtseyed to him with a gracious smile. "Thank you kindly, Sir Tyrren."

Desbear:
As the others spoke, several thoughts began to run through Duriel's mind, flowing through and leading him to begin collecting his thoughts. 'It seems I need to cut back on the forced accent, seems he didn't appreciate that. Though, I am tryin' my best.' As the second dwarf spoke however, his thoughts were... Different. The thoughts were somewhat happy, at least knowing he wouldn't have to think too hard as the lost guard. 'So that's what 'The Lost Guard' title meant, that's... A good thing, I think. I don't know much about this world anyways, so a title that means I shouldn't know much is a good one, eh?'

When he had finally collected his thoughts, he turned to the first dwarf, the one he had offended earlier, and began to speak, with a bit of an apologetic tone to his voice. "Aye, I'm sorry if I've come and offended ya'." Then, he rather quickly turned to the other, where he continued speaking. "And aye... I see yer' point, and I honestly agree with it. I guess I might be the lost guard after all."

Yume Tsuki:
Feelings of sorrow filled Neicha's mind when she looked at the taint. It was horrifying to see how much it affected life.
"Hm... It definitely does seem like something that shouldn't naturally occur. But I'd doubt most of this is done on purpose, nobody has use for land that kills you off the instant you touch it. At least, when I have to take it, humans don't just destroy things without a purpose. They mostly want to claim more land for their greed."
She took the tome from her satchel and looked through the index for the designated properties the plants had.
"Did you know some plants have the ability to communicate? I know it sounds kind of odd. But I noticed some plants started generating poison substances in their leaves the moment I harvest too much of a certain plant. It's like they can warn one another whenever one gets completely destroyed. But of course this kind of thing is quite exaggerated for a plant to try and destroy an entire ecosystem..."
She studied one of the bulbed plants comparing the plant with the drawn images in the tome.
"I will do what I can. First of all we need to find some way to stop this plague from spreading to keep the risks as low as possible. Then I try figure a way to bring this plague down, if possible..."

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