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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2014 0:16:34 GMT
Sunlight poured through the window on this cloudless day, the sun managing to shine through the window at just the right angle to hit Oxford right in his slumbering eyes. His dream of taking tea with some strange, weird apparition that can only appear in the ether of sleeping suddenly ended when it opened its mouth and blasted the Guardian with a large flash of light. The suddenness of it all jolted the Guardian awake, disturbing the prone form of his pet Briar Weasel, Omo, who was sleeping on the sheets near his feet. The furry little runt didn’t even stir, not even when his body slid off the bed and hit the floor. Ox quickly leaned over the bed to try to catch him, yet realized it was too late and watched with a mild sense of terror as his game life-long pal plummeted. A small thump emanated from the wooden flooring where he fell.
“Man, you really sleep when you want to, don’tcha bud?” he muttered as he smiled at the furball, scratching the polecat between his ears. Omo let out a yawn, stretching his arms while spreading his little hands as he curled up into a ball, once again snoring ever so softly. Oxford let out a small breath relief once he saw that his companion wasn’t even phased by his little skydiving stunt. Gingerly cradling Omo, he set him back on the big plush sheets of his bed, letting out a chuckle as he watched the furry critter wrap himself in the blankets.
Letting out a great yawn, Ox began the morning ritual of grooming, which consisted of a cold shower and a meager bowl of oats and milk. He took a big swig of milk, placing the used dishes next to the sink to clean once he was done for the day. Too bad there isn’t a Chef here to make a decent breakfast, he thought as the dishes clanked on the tabletop. Grabbing his jade-colored plate armor and his midnight-colored sword, he made his way outside, making sure to close the door softly so he didn’t wake Omo up. If he did, then he was gonna get a mouthful from him when he came back.
The cold did very little to the brown-haired Guardian, his hair ruffling in the breeze as he pulled his armor on. First the leather padding, then the breastplate, and finally the gauntlets and greaves. Ox closed his fists a couple times to get the gloved part in a more comfortable position, also to get some blood pumping through his hand to warm up the chilly leather quicker. Once that was done, the stretching routine began, partly to limber up but mostly to make sure he had all his armor attached properly. Momma didn’t raise no fool.
Once that was all done, he picked up his sword and deposited it into his inventory, leaving the confines of his home in the Windsor forest to head over to Londinium’s entrance gate. Once he was through the gate, he found himself a place to sit, in this case, an unused crate near a merchant’s stall. The Lander paid no mind to the adventurer, continuing to haggle and advertise his wares to all the travelers that came and went through the gate. As he looked around, he realized that he wasn’t the only one waiting for someone. A couple groups of players stood on the opposite side, looking to recruit members for their party. He stared at each member, looking at their considerably lower levels as their in-game name and level flashed above their heads. “Been awhile since I’ve ran around in these woods,” he muttered to himself, smiling a bit as he remember getting chased through the forest by a bunch of boars.
With a wave of his hand, he brought up the in-game menu, bringing up his inbox to go over the message from his guild leader about the new guildie joining their ranks. Unfortunately, Kumori forgot to mention the appearance and the objective of this individual, so all he had to go on was that the recruit’s name was young lady named Charuen, and apparently she was a Cleric. Slightly frustrated that his usually reliable boss had forgotten a couple of crucial aspects, Ox stood up from his seat and crossed his arms, paying particularly close attention to all the female players that were heading out to the woods.
Great, now everyone’s going to think I’m some kind of lech…
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Post by Charuen on Nov 21, 2014 7:09:24 GMT
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WE'LL CROSS THROUGH ALL THESE NIGHTS WE'LL CROSS THROUGH ALL THESE NIGHTS "Mmm..."
A young woman with locks of long pink hair laid curled up on a bed in a small dingy bedroom sleeping, an expression of serenity painted on her face. She must have been having a good dream, for her cheeks were rosy and a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. A thin sheet, barely enough to protect her from the chilly autumn weather, laid on top of her. Indeed, it was the chilly temperature inside the room that woke Charuen from her slumber. As the ancient grandfather clock that stood in the corner stuck twelve, the cleric shivered slightly, and slowly opened her sleep-heavy eyes. The first thing that she noticed was how chilly it was in her rented room, and made a dull (She was still waking up from her sleep after all.) note in her mind to wear her robe to sleep the following morning. The second thing she noticed was that the sun was shining brightly outside her bedroom window, indicating that the day had begun long ago. Charuen ran a hand through her hair as she took in a deep breath. The cool air was refreshing, and kept her up from her slipping back into the realm of dreams due to post-sleep drowsiness.
A moment of silence passed as Charuen sat still, gathering both her thoughts and her energy. Then, with a faint smile on her lips, the pink haired beauty slipped out of bed. She shivered once more as her toes touched the cold wooden floor, but otherwise continued on with her morning routine. Upon slipping on her robe, the adventurer headed for her bathroom with grace that only she could muster in the morning. Despite the shabbiness of her rented room, the place came with a private bathroom, and that was quite important to the young woman. Steam soon took over the shower space as Charuen turned the knobs of the shower, therefore activating it. Upon sliding off her robe and the slip that she wore to bed, she stepped into the shower. A sigh escaped her lips and she closed her eyes, letting the water undo the knots in her muscles that had resulted from all the training she had done the day before. As she washed her hair, Charuen thought back to the dream that she had been having prior to being awaken by the cold. She remembered sitting by a fireplace... A small laugh escaped the young woman's lips. How ironic that she dreamed of such a warm environment while she slept in the cold!
Once she finished showering, she brushed her teeth, combed her hair, and wrapped a towel around her body before walking back to into her room to dress. Upon reaching her closet, the cleric began to put on her usual combat attire: a purple skirt, a white top, and finally the pieces of her beginner plate mail. Then, Charuen pulled her hair into her usual ponytail , which she held in place using a red ribbon she had purchased only the day before. After checking the mirror to see that she looked presentable, Charuen slipped on her shoes, grabbed her staff from where it was resting, and left her room for the day's activities.
There was still ample time before her appointment, and thus, the adventurer made her way to the dining room of the inn to have some breakfast. The homey smell that only freshly fried bacon, baked beans, sizzling fried eggs, and hot toast could emit floated throughout the dining hall. Her eyes twinkled with anticipation as she thought about the meal that awaited her. That being said, while Charuen absolutely adored the meals the inn provided, the young woman longed to be able to have a kitchen and cook her own meals once more, or even better - to bake pastries. As Charuen made her way to an empty table, she passed by the innkeeper and gave her a friendly wave. "Good morning Madam Rowena," she said, greeting the older woman with a genuine smile. Over the past weeks, the cleric had become quite fond of the person of the land who owned the inn.
"Good morning Charuen! Another day of adventuring?"
Madam Rowena slid a plate full of food in front of Charuen, her eyes twinkling with mirth as Charuen replied with a polite nod of her head. "Yes," she replied. "I recently joined a guild, and I am going to meet with one of their more senior members today!"
"Well that sounds like a lot of fun! Tell me how it goes!"
--------------------------------T I M E S K I P ---------------------------------Charuen walked among the now familiar cobblestone roads in her usual poise, with Londinium’s entrance gate set as her destination. The young woman was not particularly nervous about her upcoming adventure; training with various adventurers over the past couple of days had reminded her of the basic mechanics in the game, although she still had quite a lot to learn. Playing a cleric was quite different from playing a monk, which was the class she had played previously. Nonetheless, she enjoyed her new position immensely. There was something wonderful being able to heal and protect players...
As Londinium's entrance view came into her line of sight, Char began to look around for her assigned mentor. She had been notified by her guild master Kuromi, that a guardian named Oxford would be showing her the ropes to both the guild and the game, as well as answer any questions that she may have. That being said, her mentor's name and class were the only pieces of information she knew. A small sigh escaped her lips and she looked up at the sky wistfully. Hopefully she would be able to find him without too much trouble.
"Ah!"
It had happened so quickly that Charuen had no chance to escape it. A mob of players had appeared from around the corner, running at full speed towards the gate and knocking all who were in their way off their feet. It took all her effort to not fall on her bum like the rest of the unfortunate players caught in the sudden flurry of activity on the street. Charuen could only wonder what the fuss was all about -- was there some sort of event going on in the woods? Nonetheless, despite not toppling over, the pink haired cleric found herself stumbling after being jostled by the mob. To steady herself, she reached her hand out to the nearest stable object, which just so happened to be a heavy armored player sitting on a crate. Immediately upon realizing this, a short gasp escaped Charuen's lips and she quickly retracted her hands.
"Oh, that was awfully rude of me. I apologize for suddenly grabbing hold of you!"
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because just going up to oxford is boringgggg. attempted to spice things up a little, no idea if if worked. i hope this post made sense. i'm very sleepy. xD
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2014 4:12:31 GMT
The air seemed to turn colder as the minutes ticked by. Ox cupped his hands together, breathing into to them, then vigorously rubbed them together to warm them. He could see wisps of his breath escape through his fingers as he exhaled into them, fading quickly into the air. Birds chirped as they flew overhead, the Guardian tracing their paths in the sky as he watched them. One had plumage with a deep blue color, the other also showing signs of blue, but not nearly as vivid as its mate. A small smile spread across Oxford’s face as he watched the two avian travelers fly, making large wide loops and turns before flying beneath the branches of the forest.
Ox looked back to the road he was keeping an eye on, the groups of adventurers from before already long gone. The only people remaining were him, the shop attendants of the local market square, and a couple of loitering customers. All signs of the usual hustle and bustle this morning had already settled down, everyone seeming to find their natural groove for their progression during the day. Completing quests, performing crafts and material trades, researching new aspects of the game, or even just wandering around town for various reasons, there was a lot going on around the town of Londinium. Like the crowd of people that began their mad dash to the gate for no apparent reason.
All kinds of player types could be seen as they ran by: tanks, healers, magic users and DPSs all working together to form a writhing mass of chaos and disorganization. The flow slowed when the wave hit the gate, bottlenecking all the players who were pushing and shoving their way to be the first out the gates. Ox looked backed in the direction they were all running, wondering if some kind of imminent danger had managed to manifest somewhere inside the city. Normally, the magical perimeter that encompassed Londinium would prevent disastrous events like that from happening, but hey, there’s always a first for everything. Fortunately, nothing horrid or in-game life threatening was nowhere to be seen, but that only continued to puzzle the Guardian even further. “...What the hell is going on here?” he muttered to himself, trying to come up with a valid reason as to why every was in such a stir.
“Ahhh, looks like a couple of ol’ Galvin’s birds manage to escape again. Probably offering a huge reward for their recapture,” remarked the man at the stall next to him. The sudden reply caused Ox to spin around on his feet, facing the Lander overseer of the humble mercantile operation, the merchant letting out a bark of laughter as he saw the adventurer’s reaction. Despite the rough features of his space, his eyes contained the warmth and mirth of a man who journeyed long and far during the height of his youth, wrinkles next to his eyes from years of smiling. The Lander simply leaned on his stall as he watched the commotion along with Oxford, neither of them saying a word for a couple seconds or so until Ox’s curiosity could no longer be contained.
“So, who’s Galvin? Is he a friend of yours here in the city?” he asked. An adventurer in the throng of people had suddenly fallen, but a couple were kind enough to stop and help the fellow back onto his feet before diving back into the flow of people. “Oh, well, you could say that,” replied the merchant. “He’s more of a fellow merchant, really. Bird dealer. Likes to capture and sell exotic species of birds to players.”
Oxford nodded as he listened, a question coming to mind as he listened to the Lander talk. “Wouldn’t the birds just fly away if the person purchasing them weren’t an Animal Tamer? How would they travel around with them? They’d fly off as soon as you opened the cage door,” he said, waiting for the burly man to answer his questions. The Lander scratched the stubble on his chin, his mouth forming a thin line as it turned into a frown. “You see, that’s the thing. They don’t let them out of their cages. The birds aren’t treated like creatures of the wild. It’s more for show. For decoration.” The Lander sat down on his stool, letting out a sad sigh as he did so. “It’s sad, isn’t it? A powerful, exotic creature of the air, captured by a merchant hoping to make a few more gold coins to rattle around in his pouch. Such is the nature of human greed,” he said, crossing his arms as he looked at all the seeming endless stream of adventurers. “Someone always seems to suffer as a result of luxury.”
The mood in the air had suddenly taken a steep curve downhill, Ox easing himself back onto the crate he was sitting on as the last bit of what the Lander merchant had said replayed through his mind over and over again. He didn’t have long to think about it though, as the delicate hand of a pink-haired player had suddenly found itself on top of his breastplate. Oxford looked upon the face of this young woman, finding the smallest traces of a blush rising up in his cheeks as he met eyes with her. He tried to look somewhere else, but he couldn’t find the resolve to tear his eyes away from her. As if she suddenly realized what she had done, she let out a small gasp, yanking her hand back as if his armor was emanating a searing heat.
The purple-skirted player began to apologize for her breach of personal space, Ox continuing to stare at her before realizing that he needed to speak up.
“Ah, no you’re f-fine,” he said, clearing his throat as a couple of the words got stuck on their way out of his mouth. “If a hand resting on my armor harmed me somehow, well, then this would be a pretty sorry excuse for armor, wouldn’t it?” he quipped, giving her a friendly smile to show that he wasn’t angered nor perturbed about the minor incident. He eyes flicked to above her head, the name Charuen appearing above her, along with the big number 1 next to her level indicator. His eyes lit up, happy that the player he was supposed to meet had managed to find him. “Your name is Charuen, yes? Are you the player who’s supposed to meet with me so I can help you out with some of the in-game stuff?” he asked. He was pretty sure she was the one that he was supposed to meet, because, as far as he knew, there weren’t any other Charuens roaming around on this server. Should his assumption turn out to be correct, Oxford would pull up another crate, asking her to sit down and maybe chat for a little bit until the crowd died down.
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Post by Charuen on Dec 3, 2014 10:38:35 GMT
CHARUEN 357 WORDS | TAGS: @0x1dea | HP: 100% | MP: 100% |
WE'LL CROSS THROUGH ALL THESE NIGHTS WE'LL CROSS THROUGH ALL THESE NIGHTS
The guardian (Charuen assumed he was a guardian from his heavy armor.) did not respond to the cleric's apology at first, and instead continued to stare at her. Charuen pursed her lips into a thin line, feeling rather uncomfortable over the fact that she was unable to decipher what the young man was thinking. However, a look of relief appeared on her face as he finally spoke up, and reassured her that he was not offended by her actions. A light laugh, kept at a polite level by the hand that she placed in front of her lips, escaped her as she heard the man's next words. Charuen returned the smile he offered, happy to know that he was not mad at her. "I'm glad," she said softly.
His next question caught the adventurer by surprise, but it quickly made sense as the male adventurer continued speaking. A look of understanding flashed across the cleric's face, and the smile on her face brightened as she took note of the player information that was displayed on top of him. "Yes, I am indeed Charuen." She confirmed, her eyes twinkling with delight. Who would have thought that she would stumble upon her mentor for the day? Perhaps it was fate -- a sign that joining Aeryn had been the right decision. Nonetheless, the pinkette extended a slender hand for the higher leveled player to shake. "You are Oxford, yes? Thank you for helping me out today. I can't wait to work with you."
Charuen glanced at the entrance to the city, which stood only a hundred metres or so away. The crowd, although still quite large, had died down significantly. The cleric began to wonder once again what all the commotion was about. She turned to look at the more experienced adventurer. "Do you happen to know why so many adventurers are gathered in front of the entrance today?" she asked. The pinkette let out a small sigh, and looked up at the sky wistfully. She had been hoping to head out of the city early to gather the best ingredients that she could find to make her sweet confections.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2014 4:57:33 GMT
Ox couldn’t help but smile as he listened to the new guild member talk. He found her manner of speech refreshing, almost refined. Not many of the other players he’d seen in this game held themselves in such a humble manner. Most were either too concerned about themselves to consider others, and then some were just arrogant enough to go and butt into other people’s quests, sometimes ganking all the loot in the process.
The Guardian stood up, stretching his limbs as he listened to the pretty pink-haired woman ask him about his identity and thanked him for his assistance. “Oh, not a problem. Anything to help a fellow guild member out,” he said as he popped a couple of his joints. The flow of adventurers had not slowed in the slightest, the sounds of feet hurrying to get through the gate sounding like the march of the world’s longest centipede. Sheesh, these people are greedy, he thought to himself as they continued to run by. Suddenly, another question came from Charuen’s delicate lips, the pink-haired maiden asking what all the commotion was about.
“Hmm? Oh, apparently, a couple of birds that managed to escape from a local vendor are the cause of all that. The vendor’s offered a huge reward, so I guess everyone’s desperate to get their hands on that.” Ox turned to look back at the Lander who let him in on that bit of info, the burly-looking man giving a thumbs-up and a knowing wink that could be taken as “good luck”.
Being ever so clever on social norms and the like, Ox returned the thumbs up, wearing a mask of confusion on his face as he tried to decipher the meaning of the man’s wink. He’s not hitting on me, is he…
Anyways, back to the story at hand. The Guardian focused directly on the area in front of him (the beautiful young lady standing before him making it difficult to do so) and then with a couple swipes in the air, Ox equipped his old level 5 shield. It might not hold monsters at bay, but it did a damn good job of pushing other adventurers out of the way. He held up his shield before him to face the flow of adventurers, turning his head back to Charuen. “You might want to hold onto my hand, arm or big chink in my armor, because I’m not planning on waiting for this crowd any longer,” he said, extending an arm backwards for her to hold onto.
Once she had gotten herself a comfortable grip, Ox began to barrel through the group. Most of them were much lower level compared to him, the flow of scrubs spreading like Moses parting the Red Sea. Many of them fell to the ground, Ox shouting an occasional “Sorry!” or “My bad!” as the more mouthy ones began to hurl curses at him. But whatever. Words are words, and they don’t do anything to one’s HP. That’s why it’s good to have armor.
Once the two passed underneath the city’s stony-arch gateway, Ox led Charuen off to a side path, stopping for a moment so they could both adjust to the freedom the woods offered. Crowds of people were never Oxford’s thing (just the mere thought of being within touching distance of multiple strangers made his skin crawl), so he relished the space all around him. The sounds of nature quickly replaced the sounds of incessant chattering from the adventurer group, the Guardian taking a moment to enjoy the calmness of it all before turning back to his ‘student’.
“So, where would you like to start? Needing a quick refresher in crafting?” he asked as he pulled out his notebook. “Oh, or do you need to gather some crafting materials before we get started on that? Yeah, we should probably do that first. Kinda hard to craft stuff if you don’t have the mats for it,” he muttered, half to Charuen, half to himself. Should she need to gather materials first, Ox pulled out his notebook, his quill poised to scribble down the list of materials she would need for her ‘classes’.
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Post by Charuen on Dec 31, 2014 9:30:38 GMT
"KNOW THAT I'M ALREADY HOME" According to Oxford, the rush of adventurers was an unusual occurrence, and the result of a vendor with some lost birds and a lot of spare gold. Upon being told this, Charuen tapped a finger on her chin thoughtfully, and glanced over once more at the swarm of adventurers by the gates. Were they really that desperate for gold? Sure, she was by no means rich herself, but the idea of competing with such a mass amount of people for a bag of coins seemed kind of...desperate. However, the cleric shook her head slightly, trying her best to remove such judging thoughts from her mind. Just because she lacked the resolve to hunt down a couple of birds against a mass of people did not mean she could criticize others for their determination in the matter.
As the pink haired adventurer finished musing on the situation, she managed to catch Oxford giving the man at the stall a thumbs up. An expression of confusion, much like the one that the guardian wore, flashed across her face, but it was quickly replaced by a small smile. For some reason, she found the small exchange rather amusing. However, not wanting to seem too nosy, as well as the fact that it probably wasn't a big deal, Char decided to stay silent over the small exchange between the two men.
The cleric blinked in surprise as a large shield materialized in front of her mentor. She watched curiously as he positioned it so that it faced the crowd of people by the gates. When he suggested for her to hold on to him because he didn't plan on "waiting for this crowd any longer", Charuen nodded and took hold his arm, her slender fingers gripping tightly onto his armour. She was glad that he had asked her to do so, for she otherwise would have surely lost sight of Oxford among the crowd. As he guided the two of them through the large mass of people, the pinkette contributed her own sets of "Excuse me!" and "Sorry" to the adventurers that had fallen to the ground. Nonetheless, all the movement became an eventual blur, and it was only until she found herself being led to path near the entrance of the woods that Char regained a sense of her surroundings. She took in a deep breath and, as she released it, tightened the red ribbon that held her hair in a ponytail.
Charuen looked at the her mentor with round grey eyes as he asked her a series of questions related to crafting. Her hair swayed to one side as she tilted her head slightly, contemplating on her answers to his questions. "Hm, well my crafting subclass is a chef." She began, tapping her chin once more. "I purchased some butter, sugar, cinnamon, and flour back in the city, so all I need now are some apples and pears!" She answered cheerfully. Having been an avid baker back in the real world, the healer was excited to give cooking in the Unfounded Kingdom a try. "Shall we get going then?"
The two entered the forest, with Char following Oxford, as she was not very familiar with the area. The last time she had been in the area, she had been attacked by a small army snakes. The cleric made sure she had activated her pathfinder skill, Battle Perception, this time around, so that they could not be ambushed. Of course, she was with a much higher level adventurer this time, and she was certain that the guardian could handle any monsters that came their way, but one could never be too safe. A smile graced the half-alv's features as she walked through the forest, genuinely enjoying calming sounds of nature that surrounded her and her companion. Her eyes softened as she took noticed of the sunlight that managed to filter through the leaves of the trees, creating a kaleidoscope effect of light onto the earth.
The silence that had settled between her and her mentor had been quite comfortable, but the cleric supposed she should ask him at least a question or two, for she did not want to seem indifferent or unappreciative of him spending time to teach her about the world of Elder Tale. Turning to look at Oxford, she then proceeded to ask, "How long have you been part of Aeryn?" The guild seemed like an appropriate topic to converse about. "You are a guardian, yes? What are your other subclasses, if you don't mind me asking?" Char hoped she wasn't being to nosy. Talking about her own crafting class earlier had caused her to be curious about her guildmate's secondary classes.
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A light breeze blew through the trees, the only evidence of its presence were the leaves that were rustled by the current as it made its way through. Birds were chirping deeper in the woods, their songs intertwining with each other as their sounds were spread far and wide for adventurers to hear. Oxford soon found himself trying to separate the birds’ impromptu blends of harmony into their own symphonies, still finding himself amazed at how detailed this world was when months ago, this was only a game. The trunks of the trees had moss and maybe a bug here and there moving around on its surface. The grass and leaves swayed in the wind, each organism moving of its own accord instead of being programmed to follow a certain pattern. Ox found himself so lost in it all that he almost missed Charuen’s answer to his previous question.
The Guardian began to furiously jot notes in his little notebook until the rate he wrote things down matched the flow of when the beautiful, pink-haired maiden would say them. Her voice was soft and lilting as she spoke, rivaling the birds’ music in terms of pleasing tones that could be heard within these great woods. Ox didn’t realize he’d been staring at her the whole time as she talked, finding within himself a strange, sudden urge to play with the pink-haired pony-tail belong to the Cleric. The faraway look in his eyes cleared out upon hearing Charuen’s question to if the pair was ready to embark on their impromptu quest.
“Before we head out, there’s someone I’d like you to meet,” he said as he pulled up his in-game menu. “He’ll be tagging along to help us out with our apple and pear gathering, since he’s quite fond of them.”
With a small flash of light, the familiar form of a Briar Weasel appeared before him, immediately turning to face him with a somewhat nasty look in his eye. Hoo, boy. He’s probably miffed from me waking him up, Ox thought to himself as he picked up the weasel with the sour disposition. “Charuen, this is Omo, our helper and unofficial third member. He’s a little grumpy with me because I woke him up from his 13-hour snooze fest,” he explained. He placed him on his shoulder, rubbing the top of his pet’s head to try getting him in a better mood.
“Yu touch me again, ‘n I’ll snap yer hand off at ta wrist, yu walkin’ cauldron,” grumbled Omo, the [Tongue of Nature] skill automatically translating the weasel’s native tongue (which happened to be a combination of what sounded like yipping and low growling). “Also, ta hell wit climbin’. Yu’re gunna haf ta git them on yer own if yu want any o’ dem tree bounties.” Ox merely frowned at the weasel’s reply, a small twinkle in his eye as he slowly realized that there might be a way to coax Omo into helping more readily.
“Alright, Omo, you can sit this one out,” said Ox in a mocking defeated voice. “You can miss out on the opportunity to impress the young lady accompanying us. Who knows, she might even reward you with some of her cooking once we gather the ingredients.”
Omo’s head shot up when he heard the word ‘lady’. He may have been a weasel, but he was a male weasel (and a bit of an affectionate one at that), so the desire to impress members of the opposite sex was a natural instinct for the weasel.
“Whazzat? A bonnie lass in distress? Why, yu leave that ta me, ya banged-up barrel! I would help her out more than yu evar could. Yur about as useful as a drop o’ water in a ragin’ inferno when it comes ta climbin’ trees!”
“That’s only when I have my armor on, you dolt,” quipped the Guardian as the weasel hopped over to the pinkette’s shoulder.
“Don’t fret now, lass. I’m here ta take care of yu,” Omo said to Charuen as he draped himself around the young lady’s shoulders and proceeded to rub his soft, furry face against her cheek. Unless the Cleric had the Tongue of Nature skill, all she would hear would be soft yipping/rumbling noises.
With introductions out of the way and an objective set before them, the trio began their trek through the woods, Oxford continuing to marvel at the nature around them like he had done before. Sunlight shone through the leaves, scattering the light onto the ground as if the leaves were nature’s stained glass windows. Smaller animals scurried amongst the brush, a couple stopping and staring at them as the travelers made progress. The Guardian noticed that Charuen had turned to look at him, asking him a couple of questions about his origins into getting accepted into Aeryn and other questions about his classes.
“Mmm, a number of months, I know that much. I’ve lost track of the amount of time since I’m usually busy dealing with other things inside and outside the guild,” was his answer to her first inquiry. “And yes, that’s correct. I’m a Guardian, the first one to meet the enemy head-on. Also the first one to visit the Abbey if the battle goes south. As for my other subclasses, well, one is the Animal Trainer subclass, as seen by our accompaniment of Omo here. My other class is an Alchemist, although for a while I had gone with the Scribe subclass.”
After trekking for a while, the two (plus the weasel) found themselves amongst another grove of trees, but these had fruit hanging from their branches, ripe for the picking if one could even get close to them. Wanting to see if he could beat Omo at his own game, Oxford de-equipped his armor, setting it against one of the trees as he began to shimmy up the tree’s trunk.
“C’mon, Omo! This 'useless drop of water’s going to rain down on your head with a bunch of apples if you don’t hurry up!”
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Post by Charuen on Jan 10, 2015 20:17:50 GMT
"KNOW THAT I'M ALREADY HOME"
When Oxford mentioned there being someone that he wanted her to meet, Charuen blinked in both confusion and in anticipation. Was another member of Aeryn going to join them on their impromptu adventurer? An expectant expression appeared on her face as the guardian mentioned a helper to help with the gathering of the apples and the pears. Before she could question him any further however, there was a small flash of light and a small creature appeared before her, its tail swishing back and forth like a pendulum. Char's eyes widened as she identified the critter to be a weasel of sorts.
"H-he's so cute!" The cleric gushed, as her mentor introduced his pet and placed him on his shoulder. The urge to reach in and pet the small creature was high, but she knew better than to invade the personal space of someone she had just met. Instead, the pinkette gave Omo a small wave and one of her usual smiles. "Hello Omo, it's nice to meet you!" she chirped. The smile on her lips widened as the briar weasel began to nip and growl in an excited manner. Although she could not tell what the critter was saying (Tongue of Nature was the next skill she planned on obtaining), Charuen could easily tell that he was feeling very strongly about whatever he was saying. A light giggle escaped from her lips as she watched and listened to Oxford's replies to his pet. It was very easy to tell the two of them had a very close relationship.
Char's giggling turned into a laugh, light and sweet, as Omo hopped onto her shoulder. The pinkette nuzzled the briar weasel, a look of bliss appearing on her face. "Let's work hard together Omo, and pick some delicious fruits for our pie." She said. Her eyes softened and a gentle expression graced her features as she gave the animal a few soft pats before continuing their trek through the forest to gather the crafting materials that she would need.
As they walked, @0x1dea slowly answered the questions that she had posed earlier on. Just like she had thought, he was a veteran member of the guild, and a busy one at that. Charuen was honestly quite touched that he had taken the time to mentor her. She knew that Aeryn was not the largest of guilds, but she was aware that there was a substantial amount of members, members that could have also shown her the ropes. Nonetheless, she was grateful for Oxford kindness.
The trio eventually made it to a grove lined with trees that bore autumn fruit that was ripe and ready for harvest. Charuen's eyes twinkled in delight as she eyed some ruby red apples that dangled from branhes, begging to be picked. The half-alv was in a chef's heaven. She was positive that the lovely fruits they picked from this grove would lead to the creation of a delicious pie. She watched with slight amusement as her companion removed his armour (she couldn't help but notice how toned he was under all the bulky equipment) and began to shimmy up one of the taller apple trees. Not wanting to let him do all the work, Char quickly found her own tree to climb. She had picked out a tall one with branches that dangled with large and round pears.
Having never had much upper body strength, the climb proved to be a bit difficult for the healer. Nonetheless, she eventually found herself sitting on the lowest branch of the great pear tree. A quick glance across showed her Oxford,along with Omo, already readily gathering some juicy looking apples. Motivated by the sight, Charuen reached for the nearest pear and plucked it from its branch. The smile that had graced her lips this entire time wavered slightly as she realized that it was not a particularly delicious looking pear. In fact, upon taking a closer look, the cleric realized that most of the pears that dangled from the lower branches were mediocre at best. Perhaps other adventurers must have already picked out the best ones.
A small sigh escaped from Char's lips, but this realization did not discourage her. She quickly shook her head and began to climb further up the tree. As she got higher and higher, the pears she saw got bigger and bigger. Upon reaching some of the highest parts of the tree, she felt the branches begin to sway beneath her. Realizing that if she were to climb and further, the branches would snap and she would fall, (Of course, she wouldn't die, but a broken bone as well as some nasty bruises did not appeal to her.) the pink haired adventurer's ascent came to an end, and she began to pluck the nearby pears off of the branches. Each fruit was large and round, with a warm earthy tone flecked with gold. Charuen nodded proudly to herself as she gathered each pear, glad that she had made the decision to climb higher up for her gathering.
Whenever the healer got excited, she had a habit to lose a bit of common sense. Such was the case as she continued to pick the fruit off the branches of the tree. Char began to climb further out and, with plenty of pears in her arms, one can easily imagine the unequal distribution of weight that the poor branch experienced. As the pinkette reached for her last pick, she heard a sharp snap below her, and next thing she knew, she was falling.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2015 9:11:41 GMT
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Ox was glad when he saw his pet rise to his taunting challenge to see who would be the Master of the Orchard for this ad hoc event the guardian had just thought up. Seeing Omo being that affectionate to the pink-haired cleric made him feel a little jealous for some reason. Being able to nuzzle with a pretty girl like her…he’s one lucky weasel. And what makes it even worse is that the stinkin’ rodent knows that as well, he thought inwardly as he began to pull himself up onto the lower branches. A sharp snap of Omo’s thorny tail snapped against the back of his hand, the sudden sense of pain causing him to lose his grip and fall flat on his bum with a loud –pomf-. A small bit of his HP disappeared as he accrued the miniscule amount of fall damage. It all happened so fast that he sat there for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. He’d been so focused on beating his animal friend at this contest that it took a moment for it to fall in place. Once it clicked, he just scowled up at Omo, who almost seemed to be wearing a smug, impish grin on his furry face.“Omo, you’re a filthy cheater…”“Wut yu yellin’ at me for, mate? Yu nevah explained ta rules in ta first place, so I figgered there would be no rules in a friendly competition amongst men,” the weasel replied.
With another whip of his tail, the weasel cut the stem of an apple from the branch he was perched on, gravity kicking in as the red fruit no longer had any way of keeping itself attached. Ox caught the apple in his hand before it hit the ground, inspecting it to make sure that it didn’t have any bruises or bug bites before tucking it away in his inventory. Another apple came plummeting down, the guardian catching this one as well. Then another one fell. Then another. Then another. Soon, the very rain of apples that Ox had jested about earlier had become a reality, holding out the bottom part of his shirt like a jacket as he rushed back and forth to snag as many of the dive-bombing tree byproducts he could collect. Soon, he had a small mountain of them, the weight of the apples threatening to tear a hole in his shirt.
“Is this enough ingredients for you to craft with?” was the question Oxford was going to ask the cleric, but she was nowhere to be seen. The guardian whipped his head to the left, then to the right, trying to get a bearing on where the pinkie had disappeared to.“CHARU—oh, there you are. How’d you manage to get up there…Oh wait. OH WAIT.”The snapping of a branch somewhere behind him had caused him to stop his almost-but-not-quite-yell for Charuen. Turning around, he had a teasing quip about tree climbing and giving Omo a run for his money when he saw the free-falling form of the cleric plummeting from the pear tree. What was once a smile on the guardian’s face quickly turned to one of fear and concern as his hands let go of the handles of his makeshift ‘basket’. Apples fell and bounced along the ground as Ox went ahead and activated his [Covering] ability. Using the added agility bonus from the move, the guardian dashed as fast as his agility stat would allow him to. He slid to a stop and caught the falling star firmly in his arms, holding her tightly for a moment as the two adjusted to the event that had just happened.“Phwoo, that was close,” he said to her, letting out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “You’ve got to distribute your weight across multiple branches when you climb that high. Otherwise, you…you…” The words for his next sentence fell flat as he found himself staring into those mesmerizing eyes of hers. I could stare into those eyes for...forever, catching himself off-guard with a thought like that. Realizing that he had probably been carrying her for too long (which was a simple task when the class you use likes to focus on strength), he gently set her on her feet. As soon as he did this, he crouched down and began to pick up the various fruits that were scattered on the ground to hide his somewhat blushing face. “Ah, good to know that your journey wasn’t all for naught. Managed to snag some pears on your down,” he said with a laugh, gathering both apples and pears into his shirt basket again.Meanwhile, Omo had been so focused on winning his master’s proposed competition that he had been totally oblivious to the whole thing until Ox waddled back over with his collection. “OMO! We’re done now, time to count the results!” he shouted up to his weasel companion.
“Wut?! Yu dinnit say anythin’ ‘bout collectin’ ‘em!” the weasel replied, his thorny tail lashing out at another stem to drop another apple from its lofty perch.“Well, yes. I suppose the contest was without rules. But since you ended up adding one of your own, I figured it would only be fair if I added one in myself. Therefore, the victor is the one with the most fruit.” As he said this he lightly shook his shirt, causing the fruit in it to bounce to indicate the abundance of ingredients he had managed to gather. “So I win with a grand total of too many, beating your score of none.”“Aww, that’s not fair, guv…” pouted the weasel, crawling dejectedly onto Oxford’s shoulders. Ox nuzzled him with the side of his head (since his hands were being used for his shirt basket). “Ah, it was just a joke. Besides, I’m sure some of Charuen’s cooking will cheer you right up,” he said, smiling a bit when Omo’s ears perked up at the sound of that. Walking back over to the pretty cleric, he set the small pile of fruit on the ground between the two of them.“So, will this be enough for now, or should Omo and I go gather some more?” he asked with a friendly smile on his face. Should they need more, he'd let Omo do all the climbing. The less injuries either of them could suffer, the better. |
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