[Open] Nod At The Bird And People Die!

[Adolf]

The waves were strong and fierce, yet not dangerously so. Each wave rolling smoothly and fluently, many People of The Land, and some Adventurers, were on a ship heading to the Isle of Grain. Those Adventurers were of a small gang consisting of one Monk, one Enchanter, one Cleric, and one Guardian. They spent most of their time simply sitting silently on the boat for the majority of the voyage, but on occasion a Person of The Land child would wander over to the group and seem excited at the Adventurers. They would smile and chat for a moment to the child, and after a few moments, the child's parent would beckon them back. At one point, however, near the end of the voyage, one of the sailors came down with a fierce wound from an accident on the job. The People of The Land who were trained in medical practice to be doctors had much difficulty when it came to helping the poor man, and the Adventurers stepped forth. The silver-haired monk examined the man's wound, and after his inspection, he spoke to his party. "Atepomarus, the man needs to be healed."

The Cleric, apparently named Atepomarus, nodded and clanked in his plate mail armor as he put his mace away, resting at his side. He used his hands to cast his spell, shouting the name of his skill, "Healing Light!" With a shining light, the man was soon healed, and the People of The Land thanked the party of Adventurers. They all smiled as they were thanked by the People of The land, and they waited on the deck for the voyage to end, which it soon did, docking at a harbor on the side of a coastal town.

As the People of The Land and the Adventurers were all stepping off the ship, the silver haired Monk, apparently the leader of the small group, spoke to his party. "Now, the man asked for Coastal Seagull feathers from the Isle of Grain, yes?"

[inx]

Taking his fair skinned fist and tapping it to his head before speaking softly, "Yes, last I recalled that is what the old man wanted." Looking around at the limited sands of the beach and harbor Inx took a few steps off of the harbor and into the sands. Stepping lightly to avoid his heels from digging into the loose sand Inx stared upwards as he took in the surroundings. "You'd think seagulls would be hard to miss and not worth anything though. I suppose the creators decided that the beach pigeons needed to serve a higher function then background decoration." With his orb stashed away and his left hand lazily dragging his sword Inx brushed at his dress and pointed towards the inland town. "Lead on, O' keeper of wisdom," Inx called out as he removed himself from the sand.

[Rubber Ducky]

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AND WE'LL NEVER STOP 'CAUSE WE'RE ONLY GETTING BETTER --- ALIVE AGAIN, ANOTHER DAY, I'M NOT AFRAID TO GET OVER ---

[attr="class","boneshatter3"] Depressing, was what it really was. Ducky had been commissioned by his partner in crime Princess Ozma to try and obtain some materials so that the two of them could begin crafting more. While the Isle of Grains didn't exactly scream cloth or fabric, Ducky thought it could be a good idea to check out the place. Only, the issue here was that Ducky wasn't exactly sure where to start looking.

This is when he found himself among the docks, curiously looking around and speaking to some People of the Land in order to gain a better insight on what to do. Some were helpful while some just looked at him like he was crazy. This isn't going anywhere...Maybe I should start asking some adventurers. Spotting a group of adventurers who looked eager and ready to get their day started, Ducky approached the group with a wide grin. Hello there! I'm looking for some materials, like cloths and fabrics. I'm also an aspiring Alchemist looking to do some research, possibly even make something new. Do you guys have any idea where I can find...well, most any of these materials? As if his grin weren't enough, he clasped both hands together in a schoolgirl "endearing" manner, hoping to put some emphasis on his need for help while coming across as a gentle person.

Honestly, though, it probably scared them more than anything. What he didn't want to tell them was that he was already on the right track, he thought, but it couldn't hurt to ask for some additional help. It also looked good that he was a level 1 Cleric, wearing the starting armor set, and acting as though he didn't even know where to start. Not trying to be deceptive or anything, he just wanted to use these to his advantage. His execution? Could have been better. But fantastic idea!

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Adolf
Permission was granted by Biyori, creator of Princess Ozma, in regards to the character's "request"

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[silenyordle]

HP 100% Stamina 100%

Silenter found himself  walking on the shores of isl grain. He was looking to do some self training  since he was stuck in the game anyways why not enjoy it, when he spotted a group of adventures landing on thet dock. He was interested to see what brought all these adventures and people of the land to this island.  He began to  walk over his armor reflecting the sun light. 

He got a big smile on his face and yelled " How is everyone anybody need assistance, is anybody looking to go exploring this island with me slay some monster and be true heroes". Silenter glowed with confidence as he put his arms across his chest. He obliviously had confidence in his ability even though he was level one.  The young gurdain was eager to help and go adventuring with the new founded people.

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[Myrddin]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Enchanter - Scribe - Apprentice

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Water crashed against the bow of the boat as it carved its path through the plentiful liquid that made up the Thames River. In the mouth of the Thames was a landmass that the Lander merchants used as a harbor and shipping market. Myrddin turned the page of the book he had in his hand . "A narrow land bridge is formed between the mainland during the lowest tides of the day." The enchanter mumbled as he heard some sort of disturbance behind him. Shifting his weight on his feet he turned to get a good look at what the ruckus was. A Person of the Land had apparently received a nasty wound, the reason for the wound were not heard by the enchanter but whatever the cause had left a bad laceration on the Lander.

Myrddin shut his book with a soft fump and turned completely so he could face the scene. He watched as someone with silver hair called for another. "No doubt a healer." Myrddin said, as if uninterested . His muddy water eyes scanned the crowd for the person the silver haired man called for. It wasn't difficult to spot him in his heavy plate armor and menacing mace in hand. He was no doubt the perfect physical embodiment of what a Dungeons and Dragons Cleric would look like. However, unlike DnD this game had their own twist to cerlics. While in DnD cerlics were a force to be reckoned with, in Elder Tale it seemed that clerics weren't too much of a threat. The cleric, a man with an A-name far more difficult to pronounce than Myrddin wished to attempt, cleansed and healed the Lander's wound, securing his life liquid in his body.  "The living Pinata hath been saved." Myrddin said in sardonic glee as he shook his hands (and book) in feigned excitement. Once the laying on of hands was completed the dark skinned half-alv turned back and watched at the isle grew closer.

Once the boat had docked at the harbor, Myrddin followed the gaggle of adventurers and Landers off the vessel and onto the  sandy beach of the isle. "Feathers, eh?" He said to himself as he caught wind of the silver haired man's words. They apparently were after something similar to him, only they had a party and Myrddin was a party of one. He let out an almost inaudible sigh and listened in on the trade of banter among the group. A cloth armor clad youth seemed to speak with humor about the gulls. Humor that Myrddin felt he could get behind. Having grown up in the southern states of the USA had bestowed a hatred of the soulless beasts. And while he wouldn't mind killing the empty-eyed devils, he wasn't a combat class and felt at that moment tha this choice of class was an annoying mistake. 

As he limped along the beach it seemed two more individuals joined the cloth clad youth and the silver haired man. They both offered assistance if it was needed and while Myrddin didn't have the same question, he was acutely aware of the safety of numbers. Dispite the level difference he turned and approached the rather lively congregation. His gait was noticeable still, though not quite as prominent as it once was. "Hey there, I couldn't help but rudely eavesdrop on your conversation and was curious if you wouldn't mind another person joining in." Myrddin spoke with humor and without shame. He had a friendly smirk on his weathered and salt pelted face. "I'm Myrddin, squishy cloth user. If you let me join in I'll pump-" he clapped "you up." He said in a rather convincing Schwarzenegger impression. 

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Cloth Armor, Starter Staff

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TAGS: Adolf, inx, Rubber Ducky, silenyordle

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