[was once Open 8/8] Gotta Catch 'em All

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OOC: Okay, a little heads up and courtesy note for people who want in on this thread. I'm a pretty lax RPer (I got my levels by RPing with people, not by dropping novella solos) and would prefer group threads to solos or closed ones, but the amount of open threads getting stuck because of some people who jump in then go inactive is too damn high, and then others wonder why most of the threads are [Closed] or [Invite Only].

1) Newcomers/low level players are very welcome, and of any class or subclass. But for the love of C'thulhu, stay active.
2) I will be leveling my Animal Trainer subclass. That means I will do minimal fighting, if any.
3) Post within 24 hours of the last post or you will be skipped. If you'd rather post once a week, this ain't the thread for you.
4) Post 150+ words or at least give us something to reply to. My samurai is selectively mute but her actions still allow other people to react to her.
5) We will be posting by rounds and I will start each round. That means anyone can post in any order after my post. e.g. Me, player1, player2 post for Round 1. Me, player2, player1 post for Round2.

Subclass: Animal Trainer | Skill: Scout (???) with [ (item) ] | Scouting: (target)

An uncommon quest was given, or rather forced upon, the animal trainer Caerbannog that morning. Few landers ever gave out such a quest and even though some did, they were already taken by the time that the blue-eyed wolf-hair heard of them. Also strange was the fact that the quest required a party of at least two adventurers with a soft cap of four members. And so the girl leaned against the gate of Londenium while the brown-haired young adult lander Daniella looked for other participants. The quest read:

Tame young pittered boars: 0/2
Tame frenmic rabbits: 0/2
Tame brier weasels: 0/2

Apparently, the lander and her family wanted to start a farm but had no means of procuring additional animals aside from the usual cows and chicken. They wanted to try raising boars, rabbits and weasels. Preferably, the animals to be scouted should be a pair: male and female. However, if that was too difficult, Daniella said that two males or two females were acceptable too. Caerbannog nodded politely at the lander just then before the brown-haired lady went back to her search for other party members.

So against the gate she leaned, the animal trainer Caerbannog who had discarded her identifying marks as a samurai that day. All of her weapons were in her inventory, both the nagamaki and the bow. She had her ooyoroi on, however, she wore her vanity set Zankapfel over it which gave her the appearance of a schoolgirl. The serafuku was black with red accents, her thigh-highs were also black as well as her baby doll platform shoes. Caerbannog’s long black hair was not tied up, as usual, and some of the strands fell over her blue eyes. Her wolf-hair features were hidden away and her level or experience in the field was not obvious due to her appearance. That day, she was just a Level 13 Animal Trainer looking to scout some woodland creatures. Hopefully they would not run into the freaks of nature, those brier weasels that somehow leveled up beyond forty. She was optimistic though, and the girl continued to wait for at least one scouting partner.

OOC Notes: Zankapfel is a black and crimson serafuku set with black thigh-highs and black baby doll platform shoes. Its complete description is in Caer's inventory.
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[Hanelli]

"It's a dog eat dog world." ☒ @dindeen and whoever else joins ✐ 425 ✉ Is this Pokemanz? MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS

Han was now taking a break and just wanted to unwind and relax when she saw an odd sight near one of the areas where she’d normally take her winding walks whenever she was just looking around the area to relax; one of them looked very familiar, the other much less so. Picking up the pace as much as she could, she then cut through the crowd, winding through the various burly figures that were headed in the opposite direction before finally arriving at the ‘sight’ that she’d seen. It was Caerbannog once again; but this time she noticed that she was carrying herself…differently. Normally she’d have her weapon out, all ready to kill whatever crosses her path. This feels strange… somehow, she thought, quickly approaching her companion (who looked to be a Person of the Land) and then the sales pitch began. After listening, Han was now thinking over the choices that she had at the moment. Right now the people on her Friends list weren’t bugging her with messages or whatnot; and she needed to get her Hunting levels up anyway; so she decided to go along with the request, much to the Lander’s delight. “Wareware wa futatabi au...1” she said softly to the Samurai’s direction, giving her a bow as she made to stand (or rather crouch down on the ground instead after making up her mind) to wait so that there would be more people that would come along and join them on this…rather unusual quest. Han had this very peculiar habit of reverting back to Japanese whenever she was around someone she knew that spoke the language; probably because it was more comfortable to her. She also knew that Caer (as she called the Samurai, at least in her mind) was a lady of few words; but if the words had meaning, she’d speak back, although one would have to listen in order to understand the message that she wanted to convey. At the same time, she had her ‘Quest’ window open in front of her, and she was reviewing the details of the ‘escapade’ once again. She knew that as a Hunter, her skills would come in handy as long as Hunters didn’t kill whatever their colleagues were chasing for, then it would be all fine and dandy. Just… don’t let me go near those Weasels again… their ‘Tail Whip’ is annoying… she thought as she dropped her longbow out of her inventory and began assembling a quiver of arrows that she would be using for today’s ‘special request’. 1 - We meet again...

[Fallash]

Today was a good day for Lennart! He just hit level six, and purchased himself his first set of gear. Waving to the shopkeeper as he left, he started perusing his menu, putting the new equipment on; both the Antiqua Greatsword, and the Antiqua Plate Mail. The blade felt great in his hands, much heavier than the previous Starter Greatsword he had been using, and the armor now practically attached to his body made him feel bulkier, and stronger. Ah, this sensation was perfect; he had to get new equipment more often! Perhaps maybe even a helmet, yeah... helmets were great! He began heading out to leave London when a familiar height followed by long black hair caught his eye near the gate. Could it be? Was he really that lucky? He popped open his friends list and found Caerbannog and was about to call her via telepathy, but hesitated. In his mind, he felt that he should call to confirm it was her, but he decided that he should take a chance and walk up to whoever she was.

As Lennart drew closer to who he assumed was his new friend someone else walked over and started talking to her. This new lady seemed to speak only a few words, then bowed and began looking through a menu before equipping a bow and a quiver of arrows. Maybe it wasn’t who he was thinking of, Caerbannog didn’t seem like the talkative type, but he still had to try. Once within range he clicked on her, and read her name aloud. “Caerbannog.” The name threw all chances of it not being Caerbannog out the window. Perhaps this was fate, maybe not, but he was sure they would be able to go on another quest together. Almost comically the Samurai began running towards the gate, flailing his left arm above his head to the best of his ability wearing his new plate armor. “Hey! Caer!” It took him longer than expected to reach his destination, probably because the armor was slowing him down by quite a bit, and he needed to get used to it. Stopping four feet from Caerbannog, he hunched over panting, trying to catch his breath. “Hey it’s been...” He chuckled as he couldn't remember how long it has been since he had seen the other samurai. “However long it’s been, it feels like forever.” He smiled at her. “How’ve ya been, Caer.” The samurai stood up, seeming to have recovered from his run before looking at the new adventurer. "Nice to meet you." He said nodding before looking back at Caerbannog with a huge smile on his face.

The man was tall, around six feet tall with shoulder length white hair that seemed to point in only one direction; diagonally away from his face. His eyes were a light purple color and he wore what the classic level five equipment that every low-leveled player would eventually wear. His face showed a genuine smile, practically of pure joy. Even when he was panting for air he looked happy.

Health: 100%
Mana: 100%
Words: 485
Toggled Skills: None
Extra: Google tried to change Caerbannog three times to Carcinogen, so I turned off the stupid auto-correct feature, and kept changing Lennart to Lenard. Stupid Google. '^'
Also, if this thread completes it'll be my first multi-person thread :O

[Scoria]

Scoria's path was not out of the city, but rather into it. His steps were somewhat lopsided as a small grey wolf took a rest on Scoria's shoulder, deciding it was small enough to be able to stay there. It wasn't. It wasn't even close to being light enough, but Scoria bore with it and continued his walk back towards town. He had tried to get somewhat used to interacting with the new familiar in his set, but this one was tricky. While Alraune was somewhat sassy and almost precocious in how she acted, the grey wolf thought it was much smaller than it was, didn't want to fight, and mostly liked to sit on Scoria a lot. It wouldn't pounce on anything except the druid, which was honestly starting to get a little tiring, but there Scoria was walking along. He reached about 5 meters in front of the gate and proceeded to try and enter the city. He would have succeeded too, had some Lander not gone up to him and thrown a brassiere in his face.

What. The. Hell. Scoria felt the fabric fall to the ground off his face, the black piece of lingerie dropping to the dirt as Scoria's glare deepened at the male Lander. He was male. Who did that? Really? He wasn't dealing with it today. He picked up the nearby Lander by the scruff of his neck and deposited him off to one side, ignoring all his screams of 'KORA' and 'ORA'. What was he, some punk from the 80's? Get a life. He would have just continued past the gate, but the sudden lack of weight on his shoulder informed him his familiar had gone missing. With the ever-present glare that almost characterized him, Scoria caught sight of his wolf on the ground, butt raised, aimed at some school girl. Before he could even stop the little thing, it had jumped, pounced even, straight for Caerbannog's face. As had been mentioned earlier, this particular wolf familiar wasn't even remotely interested in fighting.

It had just recognized a scent from before. Caerbannog's familiar one had the little wolf leaping over at Caerbannog and attempting to lick the Samurai's cheek and face and whatever the little brat could get its face to access. Only when Scoria, with an expression caught between glaring and exasperated, walked closer to the grey wolf did it react. And it reacted by growling at Scoria, fangs bared, before turning around to moon the druid and shake its butt at him, before finally letting out a yelp of laughter and desummoning itself. Scoria's hand came up momentarily, in a sort of "wait what...?" gesture, before it fell back to his side. Where had it even learned that? His familiars seemed to know all these ridiculous things and it was starting to look like they used them exclusively to taunt the druid. He glanced over at whoever the wolf had bothered, before realizing it was Caerbannog. Scoria wasn't one to apologize for the actions of his familiars, as they were sentient beings who should understand very well what 'responsibility' and 'accountability' were, but Caerbannog was someone that Scoria had somehow gotten to know fairly well, so he dipped his head about a half a foot in greeting. His glaring eyes flicked between Hanelli and Wermut in turn, not offering even the slightest nod of his head as he took each of their appearances in and let his hand drift out to his side.

A deep breath and a soft sigh later had a small spell circle appear to his side, calling Alraune out to play. The forest sprite was decked out in her signature potato sack dress, covering her torso as she spun around to figure out where she was this time. Scoria hadn't really intended to summon her today, but since the wolf had unsummoned itself, he didn't see the harm in summoning his other companion. He should have really known better. Especially since the first thing that happened was the forest sprite's eyes sparkled and she ran towards Caerbannog, attempting to tackle the Wolf Hair's leg. "Speedy turtle! Haaaaaaaai~!"

...Did all his familiars like Caerbannog better. Goddamn. As if to accentuate his point, the forest sprite blew a raspberry at Scoria and continued to hug Caer's leg.

[Kumori]

	Kumori HP: 100% MP: 100%	"In order to live, I will continue to fight. In order to retain my humanity, I will continue to destroy those who mean to harm my friends."
Equipment: - Cuirass of Shadows -Windsor Antiqua Dagger -Windsor Antiqua Dagger	Skills:	Quick Slot: -Windsor Antiqua Throwing Knives

What was going on there? There were several adventurers crowding around a single Person of the Land. Curious, Ryuu approached the group of adventurers and noticed that he knew every single one. The first he noticed was Wermut, who he glared at slightly for telling Kyuu about his run in with rabbits. Even though he didn’t tell the complete truth about it, he still glared at him. He was not supposed to tell anyone he was being chased by rabbits and that he saved him. I trusted you! he thought aloud, but his actions showed nothing, as he didn’t want to cause a scene. That, and he was going to change for the better. The next person he noticed was Scoria. Oh… that asshole. He’d met him a few times, but every time, Ryuu and Scoria would want to punch the hell out of each other. He was about to walk away, when he saw the remaining two adventurers. Hanelli, a female assassin who Ryuu had developed some feelings for, and Kyuu who held a special place in his heart. While it would seem he was ‘two-timing”, it was simply that Kyuu was his little sister, and he felt the need to protect her, no matter the cost. Regardless, Ryuu believed in the proximity relationship theory. The more time you spent with a person, the more likely they would come to like you too, and well, that’s what he was trying to do, partially. That and he didn’t mind helping out Kyuu who was doing the harder part of the quest. His tracking skills would indeed be useful for this quest, and so Ryuu accepted and joined the party.

“Hello everyone, nice to see you all again,” he said to everyone. He still glared at Wermut, but that was short-lived. He didn’t hold grudges for too long, and so long as they didn’t do any real harm to him, he had no reason to keep a grudge either. That was unless they did something really terrible.

He looked at a wolf familiar which was floating and attacked Kyuu. Well… was attack really the right word? It was more of a hug and tackle… or was it a glomp? Either way, it really liked Kyuu from what he could tell, and hated the person it was attached to. Ryuu looked at owner of the sprite. He had to control his urge to laugh. He didn’t want to same like that stand-offish jerk like he was before, but there were a few things he didn’t stand for, but that was a story for another time. He simply shook his head, gave a little smirk, and paid attention to the party leader and awaited for the orders of what they were going to do. And that was when the wolf was gone and another familiar from the same person came about and did the same thing. Now Kumori thought he was a jerk, but to have both familiars hate you, that was just hard to understand. He scratched his head and looked at Kyuu, trying not to look at the forest sprite which would cause him to go into a fit of laughter. Animal taming wasn’t his expertise, but he could definitely track them to make it easier on finding where certain animals were.

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[Tobin]

-OOC: I was invited along for this mission. Hope you can all endure my company! XD Word count:517 -

Tobin was a dwarf. Like many stereotypical dwarfs, he had no idea what he was doing from one day to the next. Nursing a headache from the antics of forgone days, he had finally built up confidence to wander the great outdoors built in loving memory of his nation. Well, at least until the exp actually caught up with him. As part of his preparation for his first mission’s he had strolled off the beaten track to explore the Great Windsor Forest to get famlilar the area. It would have been quite heart touching reminder of home, if it wasn't for the fact he had been constantly harassed by mobs several times his level.

"Ahhhhh shheeeeeteee! I should really be knowing better than step into the tall grass!"

Needless to say, his frantic getaway had rather conveniently got him to the farm where he vaulted over the fence and face planted the soil, it was at this point the three leagues of mobs finally decided to give up the case and go back to normal life. Taking the moment to dust himself off and murmur curses, he waddled up over to the farm house to get back when his menu pinged and the Lander strode towards him, repeating what the quest had said about getting animals and a brief conversation followed.

"Hmmm, so let me be getting this straight, two rabbits, two boars, two weasels, boy and girl, leave them here and we can pace back and forth for more of them? Sure, I'll take that on, whuts the worst that can happen?"

He shook the Landers hand firmly and started strolling along the path to take on his first real mission! A mission that would test the courage and steel of his spirit, a ritural of entry that would make him not as a drifter but as a real adventurer! Or a real fool, he paused to clear the internal monolog outside his system as he approached the party, squinting as he spied at least three faces he was vaguely familiar with. Though for some queer reason he couldn’t immediately recall what had happened immediately after Kingship, though he definitely recalled the ice bitch trick. Chuckling, he coughed as he once again fully assumed his online persona hoping the memories left to them were mostly positive.

“Hey ya-all, what’s cooler than being cool? My greetings to ya Cear, Kumari and you sexeh Ice Bitch and those that I have yet teh be greeting.”

He chuckled has he strolled up to them, despite not having the money to draw together causal gear, as a monk he was dressed fairly comfortably. With a leaf green tunic and loose pants and a generic yellow sash tied around his waist. While hardly useful as armour it certainly felt comfortable in the breeze. At an impressive 4 foot 11 inches, even the school girl was slightly taller than him, though he was stocker then many of those gathered, with a big broad smile with perfect teeth flashing through his brown beard as he glanced around, trying to address everyone at once.

“Are ya all on this farm mission then? Got room of the token noob in the party?”

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HP: 100% MP: 100% Status: The Tall Grass Hides Surprises He didn't know what to expect as he got out of bed this morning. Oxford didn't feel like doing any hunting or crafting, and the narrator didn't want to come up with a reason of how the Guardian stumbled upon on the rag-tag group of adventurers. He immediately recognized most of the members in the bunch, except for the Samurai taller than the other Samurai that he already knew. Hanelli was there, an adventurer he hadn't seen since their Golem Sentry hunts back in Sarum. Caer, Kumori, and Scoria were there as well, along with the unforgettable miniature party animal dwarf. At least, he thought he was there, only seeing a form in the tall grass that looked a little like him. (What's going on here? A second King's Game?) At this point he saw the Lander, stating that it was a quest to try taming animals for the NPC. "Ah, okay. A Safari Zone quest." At this, Ox crouched down and picked up a couple of small rocks, tucking them into his pouch. You know, for just-in-case purposes. He dusted his hands off after the little geological excavation, turning to face the group. "Hope you guys don't mind another another adventurer jumping in." Two Samurais, two Assassins, a Druid, a Monk and a Guardian. A new twist on the classic opening for a lame joke popped into Oxford's head: (How many adventurers does it take to chase some animals around?) Just in case things decided to go down south, he went ahead and equipped his armor. Sure, he was level 36, but you never know when you'll run into the rare, shiny, level 40 vine rats (Briar Weasels, whatever). Words: 280 OOC Notes: Neun/Caer invited me because Oxford. Tags: @dindeen Hanelli Fallash Scoria Kumori Tobin

[Capsule]

Muse:
Tight Pants / Body Rolls

Notes:
So random, this post was.

Tags:
@dindeen, Hanelli, Kumori, @0x1dea, Tobin, Scoria & Fallash

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"Mmm, oatmeal." Capsule was shamelessly walking and eating from a small bowl that she had lifted from a food stand. Even with all the money she had in the bank, falling back into old ways was hard to resist. Fiver hopped along beside her, sniffing at the cobblestones or passing feet of Adventurers and Landers. No one stopped to question the redheaded Enchanter about her bowl, which the owner may or may not be aware of its absence by now. They were also a little too far away to worry about, and she was confident that she could outpace any pursuer, especially if she were to take a detour though the tunnels. The tunnels were an endless maze to those unfamiliar with them, but to someone like Capsule who had dedicated time to explore them, it was rather easy to evade trouble and pop up somewhere else.

Capsule scooped the rest of the oatmeal into her mouth as she neared a small group of squinting Guardians. People asked too many questions, and she had no time for that. "Where did you get that bowl from?" "Why are you eating and walking? Rude." There was a soft tinkle as Capsule casually tossed the bowl and spoon into a nearby bin of...neep, those were children's' toys. The poor kid that reached in to grab a sparkly little toy would yank back a bloody hand. That was all the more reason for Capsule to skedaddle from the area. She picked up her pace until she was jogging, and tried to dodge around one of the burly looking Guardians.

"OI! YOU!"

Were they really going to yell at her for swiping a simple bowl of oatmeal? ...Or did they see her discard the bowl in a place she shouldn't have? Either way, Capsule was in a bit of a pickle. She was 5'9, but these guys were far taller and wider than that - at least three Tobins wide, whatever that meant. Capsule threw her grimoire into the face of the nearest man, startling him into stepping back. She used Inversion on the second, and Fiver tackled the midsection of the third.

"GET IT OFF OF ME! IT'S GOING TO TEAR ME APART!"

...Was that big guy seriously afraid of a little rabbit? Capsule caught her discarded grimoire and dived between the legs of the nearest Guardian, thankful for her scrawny figure. She came to a roll behind them, using Inversion a few more times to disorient the men. Fiver nimbly darted around the large hands that reached for him, and shot past Capsule. "Hey! Wait for me!"

Onlookers only stood back and observed as a Frenmic Rabbit, an Enchanter, and three burly Guardians streaked through the city. Capsule had no idea what she'd even done wrong, but at least she managed to lose the men by ducking into an alley. Fiver continued to lead the way, and lacking in any prior obligations, Capsule left the navigation and today's activities up to him. The rabbit was trailing after a Lander farmer's wagon, the back of which contained a few spoiled cabbages. "Uh." She hadn't seen anyone else on her way out here, but you could never be sure.

Of course, before Capsule could make up her mind on whether to help Fiver rob some Lander farmers of their crops, the rabbit gave a soft squeak of delight and darted towards a familiar little Samurai outside the city gates. "...Caerbannog?" Looking closer, Cap saw a few more familiar faces. Kumori and Oxford were here as well, and so was that seething ball of hate of a Druid she had ran into some time ago. "Ugh. S-spooky…" Something about him just creeped her right the neep out. His familiar appeared to be clinging to girl's leg in what she hoped was a friendly gesture. As for the rest of the people here, only three were complete strangers to Capsule, these being the female Assassin, the male Samurai, and... the Dwaven Monk. That last combo was really strange to her, but then again this wasn't the first time she'd seen such a thing.

Capsule moved over to Caerbannog, where her rabbit, Fiver, was sniffing curiously at the Alrunae. "Excuse me, Entschuldigung sie, bitte." Caer sure was popular, wasn't she? It was a good thing that Capsule had maneuvered over to where Caer was, as Fiver was now softly growling at the flower like familiar, and would have tackled her if Cap hadn't interfered. "No! No eating of other peoples' familiars!" Fiver huffed and pouted like a grounded teenager, and turned his head to glare first at Scoria and then at Wermut. A rabbit trying to be intimidating was bound to fail, though. "What are you guys up to...oh." There was a person of the land not too far off, silently pleading with any Adventurer that passed by. Oh, they were questing. 'That's just the cover I need until things calm down.'

The moment Capsule opened her mouth and waved to the Lander, Daniella, she found herself being offered a quest that catered to her Animal Trainer subclass. Without hesitation she said "sure," and made her rabbit give a "thumbs up" to the young woman. Fiver's face grew even sourer, and he was now full out scowling at Wermut for reasons she could not understand. He was always so grumpy around men. "Is there room for more…?" This question was aimed at Caer, at course - Miss Popularity.

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Subclass: Animal Trainer | Skill: Scout (???) with [ (item) ] | Scouting: (target)

A few minutes passed by and Caerbannog had already prepared herself mentally for teaming up with strangers, but then a familiar face was recruited by the lander. The assassin Hanelli, armed with a bow, approached the animal trainer and greeted her in their Eastern tongue.

“ Desu, “ the wolf-hair nodded at her first companion for the quest.

She could breathe easily with Hanelli around, so Caerbannog thought, because at least one other person in the party understood her tendencies. But it turned out that the assassin was not the only acquaintance that she’d meet again that day, for Wermut soon approached them. He was rather overly enthusiastic too, a strange sight to the animal trainer since last time that she saw him, he thought that she’d kill him dead. But then again, he was kinda a ditz; if he had the attention span of a fly, Caerbannog would not be surprised. Yet despite his shortcomings, the young man’s presence was welcome since the wolf-hair knew him to be a pathfinder and could very well identify nearby mobs even if they were out of view.

“ Am okay, leveled up, “ the blue-eyed girl answered her fellow samurai’s question, “ Seems you too? “

And then a wolf ate her face. Yeah, it just appeared out of nowhere, or perhaps that was because Caerbannog was so fixated on the flailing samurai that she did not notice the incoming puppy of slobber and cuteness. Fortunately for both the girl and the wolf, she was an animal lover hence her subclass and she did not mind the lick and spit. She did wonder where the creature came from until Scoria walked up to them and glared at the pup, which subsequently mooned its owner and disappeared to who-knows-where.

The animal trainer had mixed feelings about the appearance of the glaring druid while she used her sleeves to clean up the slobber, up until the sprite appeared. As soon as the potato toddler appeared, Caerbannog’s eyes widened and she put her hands up to the air. Both hands, and both arms. She then shrieked “CUTE BAAAAABY!” and was about to run to the summon, but it beat her and tackled her leg instead. If the summon did not flail away, the animal trainer would attempt to pick it up and hug it as tightly as she could without killing the creature. Caerbannog would try to rub her face against the cutie too; though rather uncharacteristic of a tank, the adventurer was still a girl at heart and damn, did she love cute and fluffy things!

But then Kumori appeared. As soon as he stepped up and was invited into the party, the color from Caerbannog’s face vanished completely. She didn’t hate him or abhor his presence, but the animal trainer did look at Scoria, and then at Kumori, and then at Scoria again. Then she looked at Hanelli, and then at Wermut, then to the cute summon... and then at Kumori again. Thankfully, he said nothing more aside from the initial greeting. Perhaps he was really trying his best to change? Being preachy was rarely received by the general populace after all.

One would think the party complete when the tracker assassin appeared but nope, Daniella just kept pulling people into her quest. She soon found the dwarf in the tall grass and brought him over to Caerbannog’s spot beside the gate of Londenium. He was added to the party; Level 1, a noob indeed but hey, the wolf-hair schoolgirl didn’t mind. Tobin was crazy funny like a miniature Snorlax high on bootlegged Rare Candies that did nothing to increase his level. He might have been bitten by a Rabid Rattata in the tall grass, but that didn’t worry Caerbannog either. The dwarf was fun to have around so she’d keep him on the party even if he used up two slots.

“ De wa, ikima- “ the animal trainer’s declaration to start up the quest was cut short by the untimely arrival of, hopefully, the last member of the party.

By the time that Oxford arrived, Caerbannog had Scoria’s daughter in her arms and was about to step into the Greatwoods but nope. Another person in the party meant that they would not be as stealthy as they needed to be. One does not simply walk into the woods with a mob and expect animals to not run away. The wolf-hair checked the party list so far, but the number was uneven... if only there was someone else- oh hey, Capsule! Perfect.

The black-haired animal trainer waved to the redhaired enchanter as she approached, but had to turn away from Fiver when it tried to eat the baby. She knew that Capsule had a pet rabbit and the girl wanted to troll Wermut stay in a group with someone who was familiar to her with regards to animal training. If she recalled correctly, Oxford was also an animal trainer thus his interest on Hrairoo when he saw the rabbit some time ago. The guardian had to go with the other half of the party. Yep, Caerbannog was going to split up the team. No way would animals stick around if an eight-man mob ran through the woods.

“ Pathfinder with me, because finding paths, “ Caerbannog, the one assigned by the lander as their party leader, said to the group as she pointed at Wermut and then at the newly-arrived enchanter, “ And Capsule because support. “

Caerbannog looked up at Scoria and thought about taking him with her, but he was a druid and all she really wanted was his daughter. So the wolf-hair quickly pulled Tobin to her side instead. He’d make a good distraction for when they have to run away from a Brier Weasel freak of nature.

“ And this one because dwarf, “ the girl said and then she nuzzled the forest sprite, “ Also I keep the baby. Good luck! “

She nodded at Hanelli and mentally prayed to all the Kami for the preservation of her sanity, for the assassin had been most fortunately grouped with three guys who were the bestest of friends: Kumori, Oxford and Scoria. She’d have taken Hanelli along if not for Wermut’s incredibly bad luck which would most probably draw out a Level 40 brier weasel from somewhere in the Greatwood. In such a case, Caerbannog would rather throw the dwarf than the ninja at it. And no, Caerbannog was NOT going to give the baby back to the druid. He’d have to pry the sprite out of the Level 60 samurai’s hands if he wanted it back (or just unsummon it). Once the group parted ways, the wolf-hair walked towards the left side of the Greatwoods and would rely on their pathfinder’s skill to find their quarry.

OOC Notes: Caer/Wer/Cap/Tobin & Han/Kumori/Ox/Scoria - GOOD LUCK!
Word Count: 1130	Tags: Fallash Tobin Capsule Kumori Hanelli Scoria @0x1dea

[Fallash]

Lennart simply smiled when Caerbannog mentioned his own leveling up; words needn’t express the obvious, after all. The Samurai he knew was almost immediately loved by a random puppy, and then shortly after a strange small humanoid critter wearing a sack, causing Wermut to smile not from enthusiasm of meeting Caerbannog again, no definitely not. His smile was now of pure confusion, but was replaced by stifled laughter when Caerbannog freaked out about the humanoid critter thing. Thankfully it was easy to stifle his laughter once he took notice of a fellow who definitely did not look pleased in the slightest. Who was he? Lennart thought to himself before seeing his name pop up into the party window. Scoria, huh. Lennart began to wonder what he got himself into when Kumori showed up, shooting a quick glare at him before greeting everyone. He shuddered from self guilt of what he had done, and glanced at Caerbannog. What had she done to him- on second thought I don’t want to know. If she was making faces like that when Kumori showed up, that was the end of his curiosity.

While the non-adventurer was pulling up another party member via carriage, he decided to read over the quest. His brain stopping at Frenmic Rabbits he just froze with the window open, until a rare sight entered his well, sight. Was that the legendary, super-rare, short boxing pokemon Hitmonchan? Nope. It was a Dwarf, and judging by his lack of weaponry he was a Monk; but Wermut still checked his status menu to see whether or not his assumption was correct. Wermut chuckled when the Dwarf called himself the token noob in the party; there was no doubt he would be better in a fight. Then before he expected it, another adventurer he had yet to meet showed up. He was taller than him, a rare sight but a welcomed one, and chuckled when he saw the man pocket a couple of rocks. Did he really think this was Pokemon? That game was old, way old. However despite as Lennart questioned the newest member, he respected his thought pattern, especially when he donned what Lennart would describe as ‘damn fine armor,’ probably because he was wearing the same gear. He checked the man’s status and learned that he was Oxford the Guardian, a relatively high level one too. The only person he didn’t check the status of was the female assassin, who he forgot to check due to Scoria’s pets and Caerbannogs goofy reaction to them.

Then came the bane of everything Lennart in the world: the final party member. At first, Wermut had no idea what was about to happen to him, but it didn’t take him long to figure out. With absolutely no warning a Frenmic Rabbit ran past him, causing him to immediately jump and cover his mouth before he screamed like that one woman that was in every bad horror film. With his free hand he pointed at the bunny, absolutely frozen in terror. Before he knew it the Prime Evil Diablo Bunny was lifted away from the humanoid critter thing and scolded by an orange haired woman, prompting Lennart to shift and attempt to hide behind the person he knew that was closest to him, which sadly turned out to be Caerbannog; who was by every definition of the phrase too small to be a wall. Once again Lennart froze as he stared at the God of Destruction bunny, and it seemed to glare right back. It knew, the Lovecraftian Horror bunny could smell his fear.

Lennart was shaken from his daze by a single phrase that Caerbannog spouted. Pathfinder because finding paths? That was his job alright, and he was hopefully damn good at it by now. He knew exactly what she was doing the moment she was selecting members, the group was splitting in two to cover more ground. I just hope I don’t end up with Lucifer the bunny. Much to his chagrin, that was immediately what was picked next. In his mind he cried no, but his body couldn’t say anything, his lips were sealed shut by the magic of the Lord of Terror rabbit. He was happy, however that he was paired with the Dwarf; to him dwarves were funny creatures. A chuckle would have escaped Lennarts lips when he heard that Caerbannog was keeping the ‘baby’ but he was too focused on the Rabbit.

Once the group took their seperate ways, Lennart rushed ahead of Caerbannog and into the woods, but not far enough to lose them and toggling Battle Perception. He absolutely needed to keep away from the Almighty Pit Fiend bunny. It wasn’t long before he saw the familiar text from behind one of the bushes, but he couldn’t read it. He leapt through the bush and then immediately froze. To those following him all they would see is him leap through a bush, and then appear to get stuck as his foot is sticking out of the bush. Right before him, literally 8 meters away was a Grand Demon of the Pit Frenmic Rabbit. The numbers near it’s head labeled it as level 4. If this were a combat quest, Wermut’s fight instincts would have immediately kicked in and he would have rushed it immediately, but instead his squirrel instinct immediately kicked in and he just froze, staring at it as the bunny hopped around minding it’s own business.

Health: 100%
Mana: 100%
Toggled Skills: Battle Perception
Words: 909
Extra: Caerbannog/Capsule/Tobin
You are evil Neun-kantoku TT~TT
Bonus Extra: Bunnies are classified as Demons now.

[Scoria]

OOC: I'll be making separate 'posts' for Alraune and Scoria, splitting half and half for each of their different perspectives. Alraune, being the bumbling troll of a familiar that she is, will have posts that are probably a bit shorter. Maybe. Maybe not. You only need to read the section that's relevant to you if you're short on time or whatever. Current key: 'Turtle' = Scoria, 'Glasses Turtle' = Oxford, 'Speedy Turtle' = Caerbannog.

[Scoria]

Scoria tried not to strangle his familiar. He really did. That cheeky brat. The player just stood there for a bit, frowning even more sharply as people made their appearances. He could have dealt with them all one by one, but there were so many of them, so he just took it in stride. Was Caerbannog some sort of magnet? Jeez. Well, as long as they partied up, it was a snap to tell who was who. After all, Scoria already had the fortune (misfortune?) of having met every single person except for Hanelli and Wermut. Even Capsule, the book-toting creature that she was. And he had made her that Watership Down book, so he did at least know that she existed.

If he was going to get really technical or whatever, he did turn around slowly to squint at Kumori when he showed up. Of course. It wasn't like Scoria especially clung to Caerbannog, despite her being the only person on his friends list, but it seemed like if he was ever in a group thing with Caerbannog, Kumori was around. He didn't miss the expression on the Wolf Hair Samurai's face when the Assassin showed up, but it seemed like Alraune was doing a fairly good job of keeping the Samurai at least a little happy. The forest sprite had climbed up into Caerbannog's arms at some point, so he supposed that was that. As long as he didn't have to stick too close to Kumori. There was some sort of quest, which Scoria picked up when Daniella showed up. If he was going to be hanging around and Alraune was going to be sticking with Caer, then he'd better get something out of it, he supposed.

The arrival of Tobin and Oxford lifted his spirits considerably. Even if Tobin had called him a 'sexeh Ice Bitch'. At least... he had somewhat gotten Scoria's name right...? Better than Kumari and Cear, right? Probably. Scoria tipped his head slightly in greeting to Tobin and dipped it just a bit deeper towards Oxford. Although the Guardian seemed to show up around Caerbannog as much as Kumori, Scoria strangely didn't seem to mind or notice. Probably because Kumori deserved to be punched in the gut. Or Oxford was likeable. Something like that. And of course they had room for both the 'Young Man' of the YMCA that was the dwarf and his oversized and really tall safari zone hunter comrade, Oxford. Capsule's arrival rounded out the bunch and Scoria, despite having only met her briefly for a book and also that one time she fell out of a tree, was somewhat fond of her. Because she liked books. BOOKS. That was basically the only reason that Scoria tipped his head slightly at the Enchanter (ugh Enchanters), while everyone else got one of those patented "I really don't care please stop staring or I'll gut you" stare-glare things.

It wasn't like Scoria didn't notice that Caerbannog started off her attempt to leave in the middle with a Japanese phrase, but he more or less ignored it in favor of the English that everyone seemed to be speaking. They were in London. Speak Londonese. Er... British. English. Yeah. It seemed like Caerbannog was splitting up the teams and Scoria considered trying to obtain some sacks to kidnap 'tame' the six creatures they were supposed to obtain. Although Scoria didn't really hope to be in a group with Kumori, he was at least saved in that he was grouped with Oxford. Oxford, Kumori, and that one other assassin chick. Whatever. Not important. Scoria gave her a look, which more or less amounted to a greeting from him. This was going to be grand. Just... grand. Scoria's glare never really ceased, but he took a moment, weighed his options, then let out a small huff of air.

His arm came up to clap Oxford lightly on the shoulder, then he turned to Kumori and stood at his full height, glaring straight at the man. He just stood there and glared for a moment, eyes boring holes in the male assassin, before he put his hand out for a shake. A long time ago (like a week or something?), Oxford had made a show of faith in that same way. It would have to do. Although Scoria did not enjoy the idea of questing with Kumori, what had to be done had to be done. That and for the sake of the female assassin, he'd somehow make this temporarily work. After all, Kumori hadn't immediately delved into a speech and had even managed to bite his tongue in regards to Scoria's familiars. That was something. So Scoria put out his hand for a shake, leaving it out there only for a while. If Kumori didn't make any motion to grab it, Scoria would scoff and pull it back. Fine. Whatever. If Kumori did make a motion, however, Scoria would say this. "Temporary truce. One quest. Deal?"

Once that was done, they'd probably head off to the right. While Scoria couldn't exactly 'tame' any creature, he could easily assist in throwing them into bags. That was what his ice field was good for. He'd lead them, trick them, force them to slip, and then anyone could just pick up the immobile creatures. If they actually wanted to -tame- the creatures though, that was different.

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A l r a u n e

"Eeeeeeee~" Alraune definitely liked Speedy Turtle a hundred times better than regular Turtle. Regular Turtle was surly all the time and never even smiled or looked even remotely happy to see her and he was such a jerk but Speedy Turtle was nice and fluffy AND she smelled like flowers. Regular turtle smelled like brimstone. She didn't even mind being called a baby cuz Speedy Turtle was so taaaaaaaaaalll and when said turtle moved to pick her up, Alraune gleefully consented. She was flying. She was totally flying. The potato-sack forest sprite giggled and rubbed faces with the tank, giggling and laughing as she accidentally let some of her pollen flow out. It was harmless, unlike her slowing stuff, and just a shiny, sparkly indication that the familiar was really happy. She probably would have noticed the other big turtles around her, but she was having so much fun rubbing faces with Speedy Turtle she didn't even care.

After some time, Speedy Turtle did have to stop playing with her, but that was okay. There was a rabbit thing down there that the forest sprite gleefully waved at too, laughing and saying hello. "Haaaaai~" Her language was relatively simple, admittedly, but she was pretty happy with whatever as long as it wasn't Scoria. The big turtle jerk was never nice to her. He wasn't mean either, but compared to Speedy Turtle, regular turtle was like a rock. Alraune kept looking at Fiver and waving, even as the rabbit tried to eat her, but suddenly whoosh they were spinning~ Spinspinspin~ The sprite didn't really understand what was wrong if Fiver took a chomp of some of the leaves on her head, it was just like the turtles and their hair, right? She had played with rabbits before, after all. Speedy Turtle was saying something about splitting up the group of people and it seemed like Scoria was going to be on the other side. When things were split up a bit and Scoria was a ways away, cuz the group was going to separate, Alraune did the only sensible thing. She raised up a single small hand and flipped Scoria the bird.

It was probably a good thing he hadn't seen, or he would have gone on some sort of rant about how she had learned such a thing and what a travesty and whatnot. The forest sprite knew what that expression on Scoria's face meant, even if he didn't say anything. Even if they weren't the best of pals, she was a familiar, after all. She didn't flip him off for long, instead returned to nuzzling Speedy Turtle before looking up and pouting. Time to do the thing. "Speedy turtle, piggyback?" The sprite looked up at the much-taller-than-her samurai with a pout, having learned to do so from watching what regular turtle referred to as 'idiots' while they walked around town. Despite what she was doing, she had paid attention somewhat. They were gonna capture and tame some stuff, right? More friends were always fun! She didn't really pay attention to Glasses Turtle, since he was leaving, or the other two people she didn't know. There were still three people she had never met here though and she was rather excited. Maybe if she hadn't known Speedy or Glasses, she might have cowered a bit, or if any of them were particularly scary, but...

Well, she had yet to meet a person that was more intimidating than Turtle. Glancing around at Wermut, Capsule, and Tobin in turn, she finally pointed a finger at Tobin. "Happy Turtle!" That was Happy Turtle's name now. Winking and sticking her tongue out, the forest sprite gave the dwarf a thumbs-up before sticking her small hand out for a hi-five. Yay turtles!

[Capsule]

Muse:
Your Woman

Notes:
lel.

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Capsule smiled nervously as she felt the eyes of a certain Druid on her, and felt inclined by fear societal standards to give a nod of acknowledgement back. Despite the scary aura that Scoria generated, he was nice enough to make her grimoire for her. Yeah. Scoria. Nice. That combination was too odd for her to linger on, and Wermut was being so weird that she had to turn and stare at him for a bit. Why had he tried moving behind Caerbannog? Did her presence make him uncomfortable, or was he just trying to perv on the shorter woman? Capsule's eyes narrowed in suspicion at the white haired man. Despite the seventeen level gap between the two of them, Capsule felt oddly protective of the Samurai. She shuffled just a bit closer to Caer, now giving Wermut a disapproving look, which Fiver emulated.

The Enchanter therefore felt uneasy when Caer stated that they would be splitting into groups of two. How was she supposed to keep an eye on Mut if they were in different groups? Then again, if Kumori went with Caer, there would likely be little to worry about. Scoria was also a good choice, a pretty obvious one since Caer had commandeered his familiar. Everyone else was pretty much up in the air.

She gave a soft sigh of relief as she, Mut and Tobin were chosen to accompany Caer. That left Scoria, Oxford, Hanelli and Kumori in the other group. This was probably a good way for them to meet new people and junk, though Capsule couldn't say she was crazy about socializing. Dealing with new people could be a hassle; you never knew what you would get. Being familiar with Caer was comforting, though. The dwarf seemed like the cheerful sort, and Mut was apparently their Pathfinder. He shouldn't be sticking too closely to Caer. 'I'll be taking that spot, Herr Pervertieren.' She had placed herself at Caer's side, but not without first setting Fiver down. The sprite that Caer continuously referred to as a "baby" was still in the Samurai's arms, and whether or not it brought harm to her, Capsule would like to keep the two critters separated. "You're really attached to it - the Alraune, huh?" She had to admit that the sprite was kind of cute, even if she had a habit of calling people turtles and what was she doing to Scoria? Did...did the Alraune just flip off her master? "Uh. Uuuuuuh. Um, okay. First off, rude."

It occurred to her then that the sprite could use some discipline, and she was not going to coddle it. If Caer was the "mom," did that make her the "dad"? Or were they both the mother…? This was so confusing. Caerbannog was the strongest of the two, and held the offensive and defensive power. In her father's eyes, Caer would be the "dad," and Capsule would be the mother. That was totally unfair and completely sexless, though. Women could be the breadwinner and head of a household. Dads, although less popular, could be stay at home parents. Capsule could definitely fit in as the "dad" role, which also meant that she got to be "bad cop."

Feeling a bit absurd, Capsule lifted a finger and waggled it under the Alraune's "nose". "No. Flipping off people is rude, ok?" Where had she even learned such behavior? 'Obviously from some rude Adventurers.' Assuming the sprite wasn't desummoned by Scoria, she could learn a thing or two from Caer's and Capsule's influence. Capsule stood back for a moment to place her hands on her hips, and watched with a disapproving eye as the sprite sought a high five from the dwarf. Look at her, completely oblivious to her behavior. Was Capsule taking this whole thing too seriously? Maybe. But if Caer was intent on babysitting toting this sprite around, something had to be done here.

Meanwhile, Fiver was keeping an eye on the perverted male Samurai, who had spotted a lone, level four Frenmic Rabbit. Fiver shot a puzzled look at the large humanoid near his fellow rabbit, and then set his beady little eyes on the rabbit - a rabbit which was either female or confused for one, as Fiver decided to tackle and get "frisky" with it. If Wermut wanted to stand around and watch, that was his business. Fiver just glared up at the man, practically sneering as he went about his business.

[Tobin]

-OOC: Post was gigantic... My appogies if my quaility is lacking, I tend to find my concentration dips off on ones. I guess I am rusty on describing actions. Words:1241 -

The dwarf felt somewhat relieved and confused by the huddle of people around him. On one hand, this was comforting as at least he wouldn’t be wandering the long grass alone. On the other hand the party seemed a bit wide and he couldn’t begin to jot the names down. Quite a large group considering the task was to track down some barnyard animals. Furthermore he could feel eyes focused upon him which did make him feel quite exposed due to his lacking height. Perhaps he would feel a bit more synthetic to the vertically challenged if they ever returned home. It was curious to notice that this small girl, Caer with a rabbit possibly named beast, seemed to have a tendency to draw huge mobs of people in and seemed quite central to this entire hierarchy, having already already selected roles due to relatively straight forward reasons. This suited the dwarf fairly well as was pulled into a party because 'dwarf' and before they set out off the beaten track in the hunt for game.

It was at that point that the crowd had dropped down to just four of them, out of them he only really was familiar around Cear. As the pathfinder had already gone off to search for signs of this elusive pray, he craned his head back to look up at the red head and let his eye follow the path of her gaze, baring a slight, restrained grin at the fairies antics as he strolled up to stand on the lanky person’s right side.

"No. Flipping off people is rude, ok?" He let an eyebrow rise, a female then, judging by the voice, though he still couldn’t see much of this lanky figure. – May as well find out a bit more, not going to get far in this game by myself-


“Hmmm, Capsule, you be look a bit tall to be thrown at the critters and chances are you’re not meant to be swallowed, haha, why the name if ya don’t mind me being curious?”


Sure it was an awful pun but it wasn’t so much to make her laugh, but to strike up a conversation so he could get a better read of who this person was, as with most things he did seemed to carry some intent towards obtaining a better understanding of the people around him. If the redhead asked back his response would be “Well, I was playing a star wars themed roleplaying game, edge of the empire. Seemed a good idea at the time to just use that as ma’ tag. ”

"Happy Turtle!"

It was at this point he noticed a blur before him as he blinked, his eyes crossed to focus on the fairy as it pulled it's tongue at his face before giving a thumbs, he chuckled briefly, amused by the display as he reached up for a high five, at first gently as not to swat it, when his cyan gaze widened as a thought crossed his mind.

“Ahh, so I be a Happy Turtle, hey?… Lets see if this glow light can keep up, up above!” A universal game applicable to children of most ages, the smiling dwarf lifted his hand as far as he could reach, which the fairy could easily bash against, “down below” he flipped his hand and dropped it as low as he could, the dwarf then flipped his hand in the middle, letting it fly for his hand, before he sharply withdrew it and hid his palm behind his back “In the middle – Ahhh ya too slow! Ya wanna go again? Come on!” He repeated the same motion several times, entertaining the spite with rapid flicks of his arm, until on the third repetition it finally caught the tip of his finger.

“Ahaha, ya finally got me, great job” the dwarf chuckled and flipped the hand into a thumbs up, his expression softened “it’s quite fascinating how technology has advanced.” For a brief, quiet sentence he had completely discarded the dwarfed accent that he had spoken in quite fluently thus far. His unaccented voice sounded considerably smoother though it still contained a slight tang of Irish accenting that was used for the basis of it, he shrugged the thought off as soon as it came, his gaze noticing the foot. Curiously he strolled up to the bush, seeing the pathfinder stare blankly at the bunny, it was plain to see that for whatever reason Wermat had apprehension of the furball, sweating at the sight of the rather cute and cuddly creature. He stared blankly at it, not quite believing the level the system had chosen to assign it


“Level 4? What the feck is up with this game, it’s just a rabbit.” The dwarf paused as he glanced back to briefly meet the eyes of both Caer and Capsule “well, I guess ya two ladies will want me to deal with it, sure ,whats the worst a ball of fluff is gonna be doing to me. Bite my head off? Ahahah….ehh” He sighed deeply as he started to stroll towards the rabbit, already getting a flashback of that comical scene from the movies where many knights were slain by such a mammal. He pushed that thought out of his head with a shake of his head, dismissing that possibility as he spoke softly to the creature, taking advantage of the Enchanters pet stall it long enough to get a hold of it. “Shhhh, don’t be worried little fella, I won’t be takin’ much of ya time, honest… Alright just let me have a good look.” As the quadruped being distracted by the pet rabbit enabled him to get lifting it up with a raised eyebrow as he examined a belly, impressed by its vigour, it’s struggles causing his arm to jerk around.

“My my, aren’t you big boy, we just gotta find a girl and ya can be quick quick like a bun…” As the dwarf turned to the mighty hare back for a more experienced tamer to pacify, when suddenly a firm weight crashed against his calf as another white bunny pounced and sank its teeth in from behind. Though a sharp curse and a jerk was enough to dislodge this critter, as he attempted to catch it he became aware of several more, at least eight white dots dancing in his vision. His mouth dropped as he stumbled backwards, the pack had set a trap for the adventurers the pack of beasts already moving to surround him.

“Oh… Some one catch! Ya furballs don’t know who ya messing with? I’m Tobin Strider, iron fist of… AGHHHHHHHHHH” in a moment of sheer panic he tossed the rabbit in his hand blindly to someone behind him, most likely landing on Wermut short of any intervention, a blind flick of right fist back handing one of the flying mammals, again not inflicting much in the way of serious harm. His furious rant desperately attempted to regain control of the situation. However they could taste fear and several more pelted toward the flailing dwarf, carving grievous wounds into his arms and chest with their incisors, prompting a less masculine scream as he staggered back towards the rest of his party, by now clad in the armour of +1 fluffy, nibbling cloth with a few buggers trailing him.


“Oh god, someone help me, they are on me! Tobin’s struggles are not very effective!”

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HP: 100% MP: 100% Status: Weaseling Our Way Out Oxford was relieved when he saw the participants he was promptly lumped in with. He knew everybody well enough that he could cut loose and enjoy the journey. Let us now unnecessarily describe how Oxford met each of the other three team members. Scoria (the Druid who gave off the presence of a Cleric) was probably the one he was most familiar with. He met the surly-looking guy at Sarum for a scouting mission, almost ending with the Guardian having to jump from a tree into Scoria's arms, helpless princess style. Luckily, gravity was kind to him that day to prevent that potentially embarassing event from happening. Then there was Hanelli, one of the few people (*cough* three *cough*) that managed to get on his Friends List. He also met the Elf Assassin at Sarum, hunting down a couple golems with her. Showing agility and dexterity while knocking over golems, she'd be a fine addition to this team. And then there was Kumori. He remembered the long-haired Assassin from a party gone totally beserk with merry-making, and that was about all Oxford could remember of that night. Oh, and they did a weird fifty boars hunt together. That was fun. Nods and acknowledgements were exchanged (or cold glares and attempted handshakes in Scoria's and Kumori's case) as the team gathered around. (Well, if they get into a fight, I guess I'll have to referee it. We don't need anyone going back to the Cathedral before the quest even starts...) He took a look at everyone's subclass in their description boxes, taking note of what everyone had to work with. A Courtesan, a Tracker, and a Hunter, leaving Oxford as the only Animal Trainer in the group. (And a level 1 at that...great, just great...) The Guardian chuckled to himself as a sudden random thought popped into his head. (If the animals had the same qualities as People of the Land, Scoria could simply hold up a burlap bag and tell/command the animals to jump right in. And they would do it.) But nope. The job of animal acquisition was left to him. The other group probably already had all their animals already, what with having three Animal Trainers, two of them already proficient enough to Domesticize them. (And I ended getting ditched by a rabbit when I tried to Scout it.) And what better animal for any budding Pokemon Animal Trainer to go for? Why, a Briar Weasel of course! Especially when there's a chance it could turn out to be a level 40 one and rip your pathetic self to shreds! With that in mind, Oxford turned toward the gathering. "Think we should try tackling those weasels?" Another way to look at it was that while Caer may have had all the subclass skills, Oxford and the rest had the muscle to deal with anything less than pleasant that should come there way. Oxford would probably lose a finger or two in the process. But, it was for the noble cause of playing the role of Noah and letting the animals get their jiggy on with each other so a Lander could profit off of it. He decided to listen and see what everyone else had to say before doing his own thing. He was bad at doing that, so he fought that habit for the good of the team. (It's just two weasels. Shouldn't be super hard.) Words: 569 OOC Notes: -- Tags: Scoria Kumori Hanelli

[Kumori]

	Kumori HP: 100% MP: 100%	"In order to live, I will continue to fight. In order to retain my humanity, I will continue to destroy those who mean to harm my friends."
Equipment: - Cuirass of Shadows -Windsor Antiqua Dagger -Windsor Antiqua Dagger	Skills:	Quick Slot: -Windsor Antiqua Throwing Knives

Scoria?! Really?! He was paired with this guy? The guy who Kumori didn’t know that he did, but he smells like a volcano? Oh come on. How did he even get to smelling like that. Does he not take showers? Does he smoke? The heck does he do? You’d wonder too right? I’m not the only one? Ahem. Now, continuing with what we have here, Kumori was displeased to be paired with Scoria. Well, it was more than displeased. Like I said earlier, they really wanted to punch each other in the gut. Scoria was an asshole, at least in Kumori’s eyes, and well vice versa. A sad predicament. Even sadder that they’ve never met and they still acted like this. Visions of battles between the two were probably as epic as you thought them to be. Both downing each other through a single punch… in the gut. Epic right? I know. I created the story.

Scoria did however try to make some peace with Kumori. It seemed it was warranted because they needed to work tougher. He looked at the hand and then finally extended his own. He nodded at the request. “Yes, let’s have a truce… though I do hope that it lasts more than just one quest,” he remarked, trying to clear the air between the two of them. While he may have hated him… well disliked him severely, he did feel like the ask for truce was a means to bring peace between them. Ryuu never liked it when people hated him or if he held grudges. He wanted them to be over with as soon as possible, which is why he would offer, at least after this quest, a friendship, rather than just a truce. While it was unlikely, Ryuu believed in miracles. As soon as he shook the hand of Oxford and kissed the hand of Hanelli, he turned towards the forest and watched as the other party left. “We should follow a different route. It’ll increase our chances of finding the needed creatures,” he said to his half of the party. He knelt down and began scanning the ground. Many lights began to highlight, showing him the various tracks. The fresher they were, the brighter the tracks were. From his experience, he could tell what type of animal he would be tracking through this method. One route that was highlighted in his HUD was littered with several animal tracks that led in the same direction. The shallow depth of the footprints showed that they were in a stampede, and there weren’t just a single one, there were several. What he could tell was that there were several boars ahead of their position. From his estimation, they were only a few minutes ahead. If the party moved fast enough, they’d be able to catch them. He turned around to see that the other party was chasing the frenmic rabbits. It was an elusive creature, difficult to capture, but that also allowed Ryuu to make the decision to pursue the several boars ahead of them. They were much easier to catch, and with the multitude in front of them, he figured it’d be the best direction to go.

He pointed towards the direction he wished to follow and explained his reasoning. “The other group is going towards capturing the frenmic rabbits. The tracks that I see here, there are several. I counted about 20-30 tracks of pittered boars. And by 20-30 tacks, I mean 20-30 boars ahead of us. They have about a 10 minute head start. It seems like our best trail at the moment. After we capture the boars, though, expect to fight. I don’t think boars will like it very much if we take some of their family,” he said to them.

He began to follow the tracks and hoped everyone would follow him. His eyes were scanning the several tracks, but he only held onto a single one as he continued forward. He hoped he was right. If he was wrong, and the tracks ended abruptly, he’d be in trouble. He was a tracker, after all, so he was made for this type of quest. He continued to move as his HUD began to fill the rest of the tracks and created a line that curved through the forest. The forest was dense, so it may be difficult to traverse, but he didn’t really mind it. He looked at his companions and then looked ahead of him. “Shall we go this way, or would you like me to find another path?” he would ask before setting off

If they said yes, Ryuu would lead them along the path that he had found. With every step they made, the lights would get brighter and much more prominent. The boars were approaching, and that meant they’d soon be seeing a multitude in front of them. Fortunately, he had some decent fighters in this group, however the main objective was for their animal trainer, Oxford, to adopt the lost animals and bring them back to the quest giver.

If people were against the idea, Ryuu would attempt to look for another route. What he would find were very old trails of brier weasels. They were at least 40 minutes old, possibly longer. They led south, the opposite way of the boars. It didn’t look rough, however there it was possible that there were several high level creatures near there. He preferred to go after the Boars because they usually were not as elusive as weasels. Weasels required you to be sly and understand their pattern before capturing them, especially if there were only a few weasels there. While his hope was for the boars, he waited for the approval or denial from each person in his party. He looked at his fellow adventurers and smiled. “So, my suggestions still stand. Boars, but we can still go after the weasel. If we split up, we can finish this a lot faster,” he said to them. “Either way we go, we go towards a target the other party is not chasing. The choice is yours.”

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[Hanelli]

"It's a dog eat dog world." ☒ @dindeen, Kumori, @0x1dea, Tobin, Capsule, Scoria, Fallash ✐ 457 ✉ Gonna catch 'em all MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS

Now that Han had finished stringing up the necessary number of quivers she needed (because who knew if they ran into some crazy-ass ‘freak’ Weasel, as she’d heard from the rumors) she then hoisted them on her right shoulder, since she was right-handed, of course. She looked up in time and saw that there was quite a turnout of people and she knew less than half of them; but seeing as Oxford was there, as well as Ry; Kumori, she was at least, reassured that there wouldn’t be too much trouble. Seeing now that everyone had decided to split up into two parties of four people each, she was quite surprised to see that she was going with at least the people she knew and she secretly hoped that Caer would be able to keep up, knowing that the Samurai’s tendencies of not speaking too much was going to play against her, even if for a bit. Might as well keep a private chat window open, she thought, looking at the party list she was with on her peripheral vision and opening a chat window to Caer if in case she needed to communicate with them or something. “Right, so,” she said, shifting to her accented English and giving a thumbs-up in Oxford’s direction, before giving Kumori the sheepiest smile she could manage while dropping out her longbow and slinging it into her hands as well, “…let’s move out, then,” she said, noting that the fourth member of her party had this rather…dour look on his face; but at least he also had some sort of familiar with him; so she could understand why Caer wanted to have him along as well; hit two birds with one stone if you can and then they were off! To Oxford’s question, she said, “Well, if you can hold it off, then why not? I’m along for the ride to provide covering fire if needed,” while shrugging in the general direction of the field. They had to bring ‘em back alive; and she was suddenly reminded of a certain game wherein a person had to ‘catch ‘em all’ and just train them to be the ‘best’… and a grin broke out on her face at this crazy reference. “Well, lead the way,” she continued, taking up the position of the ‘rear guard’; because as she could see from the visual display for each player, they were all ranged fighters (Kumori being the somewhat exception to this) and she couldn’t help but notice that her fellow Assassin was looking quite testily at their companion, the only one whose name she didn’t know. Hmmm… might as well talk to him later after this… she thought, giving Kumori this ‘are you okay?’ look.

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Subclass: Animal Trainer | Skill: Scout with [ Fresh Carrots ] | Scouting: Frenmic Rabbit

Although she half-expected Scoria to take the summon away from her or at least unsummon it, what Caerbannog did not expect was the bird that the forest sprite let loose. Whoa there, baby. She considered telling it off but that consideration fluttered away and was soon gone with the wind. The animal trainer gave the baby a piggyback ride and whatever else it wanted as long as it did not involve directly hurting anyone. Caerbannog would have been a bad mother, what with much spoiling of the baby and whatnot, mhmmm. Fortunately, Capsule stepped in and took it upon herself to tell the baby off.

“ Oh~ “ the wolf-hair snapped back to that reality as if the trance which caused her to dote on the forest sprite just disappeared; in addition to what Capsule said, Caerbannog quipped, “ Flip off bad people only! “

Was that good enough? Nope. It was probably bad, really, like Mom and Dad who did not quite see eye to eye when raising their kid. Caerbannog was, unfortunately, raised without any siblings so she did not really know how to deal with children. That was Ryuu’s job, to take care of kids like her cousins and maybe the wolf-hair herself too. But this and that were different things, and soon they came upon rabbits probably due to Wermut’s luck. Of all the things in the Greatwoods, it was becoming apparent that the other samurai was deathly afraid of the fluffy creatures. First, his reaction to Fiver; and then, the way that he froze as the bunny hopped. Waitaminute... Fiver. Whoa. Get a room?

Caerbannog would have run over to the distressed male frenmic rabbit which cursed its pretty hair that made all the other rabbits think that it was a girl. But as Fiver happily did his man thing on the rump of the unfortunate but very straight frenmic rabbit, Tobin decided to play veterinarian. The wild rabbit and its family did not like that. I mean, would you like it if someone, out of nowhere, pulled down your pants and checked out your wang? And so the attack began.

The animal trainer looked up at Capsule and sighed. Were they really going to tame rabbits that way? She had no idea how the enchanter got Fiver, but surely it did not involve sexual harassment. Fortunately, the forest sprite baby was there and she seemed to have taken a liking to the dwarf who was slowly being nibbled to death. Due to the incident some weeks ago which involved a stampede of boars, the wolf-hair knew about the baby’s capability to slow things down.

“ Cutie, can please make bunnies calm down? “ the animal trainer said as she gently patted the summon’s adorable cheeks.

While she waited for either Capsule or the summon to make their move (Wermut was out of the question, he might even have a heart attack), Caerbannog called Hanelli via telepathy to inform her of their progress: “ Usagi GET-! ” she simply said not wanting to distract the assassin. Hopefully, the other team’s members were not ripping into each other yet. The wolf-hair then pulled out some fresh carrots which were supplies for her frenmic rabbit Hrairoo. As far as she knew, frenmic rabbits were greedy little thugs who would not be able to resist a free meal no matter how shy they might be. She hoped that they would not jump up, attack and devour the baby though, otherwise Caerbannog would have to go all samurai on them.

OOC Notes: I tagged people involved in this post.
Word Count: 590	Tags: Fallash Tobin Capsule Hanelli Scoria

[Scoria]

[Scoria]

Scoria's eyes shot over to look at Oxford. Was Oxford... mentally undressing him? Oxford, come on. That was so rude. So completely rude. Trying to mentally undress someone and figure out their subclass was so rude. Next thing Oxford was going to do was ask Scoria his weight or something, wasn't he? Scoria would have to give a really standoffish scoff sound at that point, but for now, he just glared at the other Scribe. Glared hard and tried to mentally undress Oxford as well. Then thought better of it and instead opted to slap him with a metaphorical rubber chicken. Mentally, of course. That was just how strong a glare Scoria had. Courtesan powers were the best. Anyway, he and... that guy were shaking hands. More than one quest? Haaaaaa.

No. That wasn't happening. This truce was going to be on a truce by truce and quest by quest basis. The look on Scoria's face said as much, but he did have a truce with Kumori for this one quest, so that was that. Anyway, they were going to be on the move soon. Kumori was looking at the ground, scanning what appeared to be... nothing? Scoria, no matter how much he stared, only saw a few faint impressions against the ground and not much of anything else at all. That made things difficult for the druid, as without either of his familiars around, his remaining spells were all terrain-shifting. If that made it hard for Kumori to do whatever he was doing, then Scoria might be in a bit of trouble. So as such, Scoria inquired. He and the assassin had a truce, after all. "If I terraform or call nature, what happens to your... tracking?"

He didn't want to suddenly wipe out Kumori's chances of finding anything else, but he did want to know what the Assassin (who could sense where animals were headed or had been?) could and couldn't handle. Either way, he followed behind Kumori casually, noting Hanelli had stepped in behind them. Oxford would probably be at Scoria's side or something, but the party would move along until they got to wherever it was they were going. At the mention of the forest, Scoria showed no objections, but didn't really care where he was going to go. Truthfully, he had one tactic in mind that could probably unstabilize whatever basic creature they met, whether it was a weasel or a boar, but it depended on the rest of the party. "Please info-"

Scoria stopped mid-sentence, his eyes flicking upwards to his HUD. The display showed his mana was dropping more than before, which meant that Alraune was in an active state. She wasn't just standing around, she was using her skills. Scoria waited for about five seconds, then raised his hand to his head and made the call. Straight to @dindeen went the message. "...please... look out for her." Yeah, that was all that Caerbannog was getting, the silent nature of the call to everyone in his vicinity probably a little strange. Turning his attention back to Kumori and Oxford and that other one, he continued what he had been saying before. "When we get close, I'd like a warning. I can probably non-violently force them to split up or trap something." He added in the 'non-violent' part not to reassure them he wasn't going to slaughter everything, but rather to imply that it'd be done without having to fight twenty to thirty boars. How about no was his response to that. The druid glared into the darkness as they moved, as his response would be the exact same whether they faced weasels or boars. It didn't matter which path they took, because Scoria was a crafty cheater and that's how he played. The path itself was up to the rest, it seemed.

A l r a u n e

The forest sprite was more or less content to basically look around and do whatever, and when Caerbannog agreed to give her a piggyback ride, she practically squealed with uncontained glee. Carefully balancing, the familiar raised her hands up into the air and silently made 'woooooo~' sounds, as though she had suddenly leveled up or become king of some sort of castle. The forest sprite leaned down as best as it could to knock her head lightly against Caerbannog's, the best gesture of appreciation it could muster. The familiar would have moved onto the little game with Happy Turtle, but it seemed like Capsule had things to say. Alraune squinted at the Enchanter, squinting with all the might one could theoretically muster when you were only 2 feet tall. Of course it was rude. That was why people did it. Jeez, this turtle was so dumb. The sprite listened to Speedy Turtle's quip a moment later and nodded. Of course you only flipped off bad people. That was why she did it. And she said as much.

"He's a bad turtle, Fire Turtle." That settled it for sure and she went straight into hi-fives with Happy Turtle, giggling and shaking slightly. Despite that, she was very, very careful not too play too hard and accidentally unbalance Speedy Turtle. That would be so very rude and Alraune wasn't Scoria! She pouted and huffed as she continued to play before finally tapping the monk's finger and giving him another thumbs up. Happy Turtle and Speedy Turtle were nice. She was more or less completely ignoring Wermut cuz the guy wasn't interacting with her, so she was more focused on what was going on around her. It wasn't until Happy Turtle went off to investigate the hankypanky occurring between two small rabbit things that Alraune's attention was diverted. To the pack of rabbits trying to eat Happy Turtle.

First of all, that proverbial story of the Turtle and the Hare did not involve being EATEN. So rude. What had Speedy Turtle said before. You only flip off bad people, right? The forest sprite clambered down, giving Speedy Turtle a quick kiss on the cheek as she dropped to the floor and showing another thumbs up. "Okie, auntie~" When had Speedy Turtle become the familiar's aunt? Nobody knew. At any rate, the sprite raised its hands to the air and threw both middle fingers up as it let out an inhuman screech of violence and charged into the fray. Flipping the group of rabbits the bird twice over, she ran in circles around Tobin, her pollen spreading very very quickly around the rabbits. She just ran in circles with both middle fingers raised, dropping the slowing pollen. Every so often, she would bitchslap the nearest rabbit and place spores on it, then continue to run around. The pollen itself was an area effect and would slow any enemy caught in its effect, with the severity increasing the more time was spent in the pollen. The contact spores slowed at first, but with enough, could end up paralyzing and stunning. So she ran around and slapped rabbits that got too close while slowing every hare in the area. Except Fiver. Fiver was a cool rabbit. No pollen for him and slaps only if he tried to tackle Alraune while she was working. She was busy here!

[Fallash]

Lennart didn’t pay attention to what his party members were saying amongst each other as his focus was entirely on the single Gibberling Frenmic Rabbit before he finally could move. He covered his eyes and looked away muttering to himself. “Rabbits... why did today have to be rabbit day.” He moved his hand and looked once more, as if expecting it to be gone when suddenly there was a second demon rabbit that decided to show it’s apparently much needed affection for the other. With a single look of disgust he turned away again before hearing the dwarf enter the clearing from beside him. No! Don’t! Lennart thought, but the words never attempted to leave his lips before he heard the Dwarf scream.

He looked up and gasped at what he had hoped was his eyes betraying him. What Lennart saw was possibly the most hilarious scary sight in his life. There was a Dwarf Monk, struggling to get several rabbits off of him as they seemed to latch on and nibble him every which where. Lennart would have chuckled if his past experiences with the demons Frenmic Rabbits weren’t so traumatizing, and instead what came out of his voice box was a simple squeak before he covered his eyes again. “Please go away, please go away, please go away.” He chanted before looking again. Suddenly that strange humanoid creature thing was floating around Tobin spraying dust everywhere and slapping bunnies. That brave little critter did what he wouldn’t do, which was fight rabbits. Lennart suddenly found the courage, or cowardice, to move his legs and he bolted behind the nearest tree and attempted to catch his breath. Had he really been not breathing this entire time? He gasped and gasped and looked at Caerbannog, his eyes screamed ‘save me’ before he started looking around to make sure no other enemies were sneaking up on them. The entire time he had the panicked expression painted across his face as he breathed heavily to recuperate from the time he spent breathless.

Health: 100%
Mana: 100%
Sanity Level: Head is pounding and hands are shaking.
Toggled Skills: Battle Perception
Words: 340
Extra: Will add Sanity Level from here on out, and it will go down when he doesn't see bunnies (and when he is nearby light sources.)
Also, I am partially ashamed with this post as it might be the smallest in the thread :I

[Capsule]

Muse:
Don't Move

Notes:
Wermut scrub.

Tags:
@dindeen, Tobin & Fallash

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The Enchanter was unsure of what to expect from the Alraune in terms of a response, but she certainly had not predicted being squinted at like she was some kind of simpleton. Maybe the sprite was a lot more intelligent than she had given her credit for. 'Please don't throw a tantrum or something.' The last thing she needed was Scoria raging at her for making the sprite upset. "Uh-" She looked over to Mama Caerbannog for a little backup, and received it - partly, anyway. "Only flip off bad people." Caer, what were you doing-. Capsule shifted her eyes away as the sprite defended herself by stating that Scoria was a bad person. "Yeah well, ok." She wasn't going to argue with the childlike sprite over Scoria's temperament.

She blinked in surprise as a gruff voice called out to her from below. It was Tobin, the dwarf, making a bit of a joke by way of asking for the meaning of her name. "Oh, there are two reasons, neither of which have direct links to medicine." It would have made sense, given her crafting class. "It comes from a Japanese electronica band by the name of Capsule, but I was also inspired by the Capsule gang from Akira. Capsules in that manga acted as addictive drugs and suppressants for supernatural abilities..." She bit her lower lip to keep herself from going into a rant that no one wanted to hear. There was also a little more to that story; Capsule had only come up because she was hell bent on pulling a Hirohiko Araki and using a band name for her IGN. The list had ultimately been narrowed down to Capsule, Esthero and Shivaree. Esthero was ruled out because of its meaning: "Esther the hero," a reference from Sylvia Plath's 'The Bell Jar.' Shivaree was just...noisy, and she didn't fancy being nicknamed after a makeshift stabbing weapon. She was no hero, and rarely did anything out of irony. She was more of a suppressant, albeit to herself than others in most occasions.

Capsule absentmindedly scratched her head as she listened to Tobin's shorter explanation of his username. She then watched him interact with the little sprite in Caer's arms. Caer, Alraune and Tobin were all...well, short. Capsule and Mut were the tallest two in this bunch, which made Capsule feel something akin to a giant. It was really weird to be the "tall" one in a group, though even her true height would have given her a slight height advantage.

The dwarf soon grew interested in the Pathfinder's discovery and trotted off, leaving Caer and Capsule to pull up the rear. "Oh, it's just one of the rabbits we need." She started to move forward, until Tobin said that he could handle it. Was he an Animal Trainer as well? She started to go "duh" to herself, but stopped consider that Wermut was obviously not one, and that maybe a few of the others were not as well. Maybe. That didn't stop her from shuffling forward to get a better look at the rabbit...which Fiver was happily "knocking boots" with. "Fiver," she groaned in embarrassment as Tobin revealed the other rabbit to be male. She had no idea that he swung that way.

Before Capsule could interfere and drag Fiver away, more rabbits appeared and began to swarm all around the dwarf. "Shit." She moved to help Tobin, but found a ball of fluff headed her way, and leaned down to catch the startled rabbit. There was a soft muttering not far from where Tobin stood, coming from the Pathfinder of their group. Why the hell was Wermut just standing there? He could have helped pull some of the rabbits away from Tobin, but no - . The two foot tall sprite had bigger balls than he, and had stepped in to slap the bunnies (excluding Fiver) around as she spread pollen.

Capsule calmed and soothed the struggling rabbit in her arms as she picked her way over to where Tobin stood, glancing over his figure and making note of his wounds. "It doesn't look too bad, thankfully - FIVER! NO!" The rabbit was doing some kind of weird dance around the paralyzed and stunned rabbits, pelvic thrusting like a character from an anime. The downed rabbits could only stare in terror as he neared them, and twitched their whiskers and ears in protest as he indiscriminately humped them. Alraune didn't need to need to be exposed to such things. 'Scoria is going to kill me.' She took a step in front of Fiver and his current victim, smiling nervously down at the little sprite. "Good job, there. You're very reliable, unlike some people." She glared over at Wermut, who was being outdone by a sprite with a childlike personality. Positive reinforcement for Alraune, mounting doubt and scorn for Wermut.