[Aminatu]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Paladin - Cavalier - Blacksmith

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Church bells rang from the cathedral, an old relic of artisan craftsmanship. The acoustics of the ivory halls were designed to amplify the sound of the ebony organ that rested in the very back of the cathedral and generate a form of surround sound for the choir that gathered in the halls during ceremonies. BunnyFox found serenity and bliss in the synchrony of their harmonious voices when they came to perform. She took delight in many classical works of art and found this place interesting with all the variety of different races. The place was a lively refuge for worship, but to which gods, BunnyFox did not know. It seemed that they honored different deities then what the standard was on Earth.





It seemed similar to perhaps how Greeks, Romans, and people of Athens honored certain figures they believed held influence over different aspects of the land. Their culture seemed so primitive in nature, yet so refined in the matter of academia. The street corners were often filled with scholars and alchemists conversing about the next brilliant accommodation they could attribute to society.





Church officials had begun to talk to merchants about the tragedy they were having in supporting the adventurers that were occupying the church because they couldn’t afford to rest at the inn. However, the merchants were succumbed by greed and their passions for coin and expressed that if they kept donating goods to the church that they would soon not be able to meet their overhead costs.





“But please, Sir Bellemonte, we cannot allow our people to starve”, the priest cried out as he looked at the herd of fatigued and discouraged adventurers that lined the benches and rested on mats. BunnyFox had never seen such aspects of poverty and depression before in her life. The place looked like the solace of a FEMA camp in her world. Though prestige and fame would have her far removed from such things. Ignorant due to her own indulged isolation was the testimony of her prior life as a celebrity. She shivered at the cruelty of the merchant’s response.





“Spare me, Brother Reynolds, you know as I do the witchery of these insatiable adventurers. If they must starve, then let them. It’s not like the beasts die. Shouldn’t we focus on feeding ‘our people’ . The very ones that helped build the cathedral you collect your offerings from? What good use have these servants ever been to us?” The elf adorned in brightly colored garments replied bitterly.





The Faunri adventurer was irritated at the disgust that the scornful Alvwas exhibiting, especially in a place that should at least promote “moral righteousness”. She folded her arms firmly as she confronted the Lander Alv.





The cobalt blue haired Faunri’s eyes glowed from a soft angelic blue to the tune of a raging golden sun. She was dressed in a purple turtleneck with dark purple cargo pants and ebony boots. Also, a dark brown trench coat was worn over her short sleeved turtleneck for extra comfort against the cold environment. Tivoli was experiencing the seasons of frigid winds. As she stood there scowling, she spoke sternly to the bigot.





“And what about all of the quests and services that we provide? We help out too, you know!” The Faunri spoke in her English accent as her blue tail wagged in anger. “We pick up a lot of jobs around town to help serve this city. What about that?”





The hateful elf squinted at her with a sneering gaze. “That is precisely the problem young Faunri. Your kind of filth is stealing jobs from those of us that actually have to earn a living to survive. You go off doing whatever you wish for the sake of ‘fun and adventure’ and it leaves our coffers empty. What happens when you start rising in the merchant class yourself? Then our economy will be ruined. Personally, I believe we are better off without your kind and I’d love the day you all leave this city and go about your merry way!”





BunnyFox stood there with a loss for words as her gaze wavered towards the ground in a defeated expression. She never thought about the detriments that the adventurer society could have on the Landers. It was a messy predicament, yet one that couldn’t seem to be helped. Her heart sank as the priest came over to rest a hand on her shoulder.





“Everything will be alright, Lady BunnyFox. People just need time to understand that we are all working towards a common purpose.” the priest in white robes with streaks of red said reassuringly.





BunnyFox nodded at Brother Reynolds. “ I understand, I guess I’m just not used to how this world works still...there’s still so much to learn. But as long as I’m here, I want to be able to help.”





Brother Reynolds smiled approvingly. “But all things shall come in time, Sister BunnyFox, the heavens smile upon you for your chivalry.”





A faint smile etched across the lips of the Faunri as her stomach started to growl.





“Poor child, haven’t I told you that you must eat! We still have some soup Brother Matthew is serving for the patrons. Help yourself to some!”





However, the soft voice of the Faunri whispered, “No, it’s alright. I felt like going on a walk anyway. I might do some hunting of my own in the meantime. “





BunnyFox then began to navigate through her window and scan through her inventory, equipping some accessories and checking her stock of potions and other things that might be helpful.



"Very well then. I can't stop you. Safe travels, Lady BunnyFox..." The half-Alv priest frowned as he bid farewell in a worried expression.



Like a hawk, the all watchful Eye of Horus settled on the current tensions between Landers and Adventurers. Her calculating gaze danced between the adventurers who gathered in the church for respite. She stood erect next to a pillar with her arms crossed. The church was no church to the Gods of Heliopolis and those adventurers with a keen eye could bear witness to the tattoos of hieroglyphs upon the winged Enoch’s skin that hinted at her ties to what they in their world may note to be Egyptian themes. Her style of dress also mirrored this fashion carrying many hues of white and gold. She lifted her head briefly and parted her lips to speak as she spoke in a Heliopolite accent that would sound like a mystical Egyptian accent to the adventurers.



“Glory to Geb. The King of the riches under the earth and father under the skies and sands whispers to me. If any present here wishes to come and accompany my tribe and learn how to live off the land and relish in this world and it’s bountiful joys, then come join me. Bring your tools and we will guide you to fertile fields teeming with precious resources. “



“Know the Earth, explore it’s beauties and reveal it’s hidden secrets, but do so in a way as to highlight their fundamental mysteries, not merely to explore their monetary value. Protect those who work in the earth with respect and punish those who ravish in it’s treasures without regard.Become one with the Earth, and you will know Geb, who abides in it. Geb will lead you to inner peace through steadfast knowledge and lend you the strength of the living rock to defend and protect you in your time of need.” As she seemed to speak of this Geb as if he were a deity whom she honored, she leaned off the wall and expanded her wings and with one wave of her hand commanded those who wished to join her to follow.



For those who chose to follow her and her tribe, they would find the desert nomad mounted upon her warhorse, Anhur moving at a slow pace so they may keep up until they got to a precious field that overflowed with precious resources. Aminatu spent time mining ores and cultivating the earth. Members of her tribe seemed to perform well as hunter-gatherers and seemed very prosperous in terms of self-sufficiency. The diligent members of the tribe would offer assistance to those who needed it. After a while, Aminatu would check in on the adventurers and ask, “Salam. I am Aminatu, Huntsmaster and Shiekh of the Khi’fika tribe. So, tell me, what trade would you all wish to hone? What craft do you wish to cultivate? If you have no ambition to craft, gathering the precious bounties of the earth is a way to earn discounted rates from most merchants. I, myself, am a Blacksmith from the lands of Heliopolis. Should you wish for improved weapons and armor, you may also bring me ores. Our tribe has the necessary tools for this. You may help yourself so long as you return them afterward.”



Aminatu gazed at the adventurers and landers with intrigue and curiosity, observing their demeanor and disposition towards her and to the concept of labor and gathering as well. She wondered how motivated their spirits were to learn the ways of the land and have the strength to survive.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Arm of Heliopolis, Starter Heliopolite shield, Heliopoilte Platemail
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Word Count: 1528

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[Paulette]

The day was windy and Tivoli was indeed a quiet place to be. Paulette wasn’t sure what to do. She took the habit of wandering down the streets back from Romalia and kept doing it here. She was supposed to look for her brother but he probably was doing something higher relevant than just… walking. She had examined her screen board and learned her current abilities, which were very weak. She wanted to train herself and improve but found many more reasons not to try. First of all she remembered the last time she saw Roamurus and how it ended, plus she didn’t like the idea of hurting animals. "Is there a difference between animals and monsters ? How am I supposed to make the difference ? What happens if I arm an innocent bird ? What happens if I am injured ? Is it moral ? The existence of faunri doesn’t prove there are no boundaries between thinking beings and wild beasts ? What type of enemies can I attack with just a stick ? Shouldn’t I learn some basic combat techniques first ? Is there a coach somewhere in town ?... Yeah, better not go alone”. She had trained Saguaro already, he was a good learner for sure. Even though she knew he would flee at any danger. The better way to overcome his apprehension is to directly face this danger, but in a safe environment. Else it can be dangerous and also the fastest way to traumatize him. At the end it was all about gaining exp. If only she had something like a healing potion or equivalent…

She was still walking around, observing the city architecture when it hit her “Wait, aren’t I a pharmacist ?! Logically I should be able to craft some potions. I chose this talent because plants and Alv it was a sort of package in my mind. I may not be strong, but in this world or another, I’m good with nature. Do I have a recipe somewhere ?”

The purple haired Alv opened her screen board and searched for a file linked with her talent.

-Drug Mastery, yes I know but a recipe ?

Now she was talking outloud, still alone

-Oh I see ! There is a list of gatherables materials and if I found the good ones, I will be able to craft potions !

She stopped and looked at the sky. It was completely blue, despite the wind it was a good day.

No time to waste anymore, she glanced a last time at the plants with healing properties on the list, hissed her black stallion and left the streets in a gust.



Out of the city’s wall, Paulette slows down, being cautious of potential monsters. Arriving in a large meadow full of blue flowers and red clovers, she catches sight of a group of people in the distance.

From the back of her horse she can see them evolving slowly in the grass and on the rocks. “They look like they make field work… They have a good idea, this land has to be cultivated in order to give some food. Maybe I can help them ?” While Paulette was observing them from afar, Saguaro noticed a horse mounted by one of them. He neighs, his shrill scream echoed across the landscape.

Paulette was now being seen by those people so she trotted peacefully over them. Greeting the troup by raising her hand.

Getting closer, she could distinguish more details. It was a woman who was riding the fiery black horse. She had shiny accessories that were sparkling in the sun, a great showing and seems to have a lot of equipment. She looked like the leader of the group.

Finally within earshot, Paulette slows down and says with a smile

-Hi !



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[Alma]

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What to do. Trivoli didn't turn out to be as far and unreachable at it first seemed to be. The location of the town made for good walking practice to get into the routine of stepping out of the town and back. There was still that issue of lack of a permanent residence and she didn't want to squander her money over inns and meals. There was the delicious garlic bread with the herb stuffed butter to live off of. As much as dining around several people for the public atmosphere, Alma no longer felt so confident in that since her last time of going out to eat among strangers. Something about causing a minor scene and being self-conscious around the townsfolk. Worrying that this may further cause self-inflicted alienation did the woman stumbled across a rather strange procession.

Names of fellow Adventurers in the odd ways they came in mingled with people who followed after a woman on a horse. It wasn't like anything Alma had ever witnessed thus far. Too organized and loosely uniformed. They marched from the main city road to the exit from how Alma observed. Her steps trailing along from a distance at first to slowly merging in with the group. She asked the person next to her who looked like a horned humanoid like herself but kept human-looking ears to learn how this group began. A trek from one of the large church's north in the city to go learn nature? The idea felt odd as well as the number of people to do it. So this person was more to lead a procession to start gathering from the land. It was a safe idea though. More than enough people to dispatch any low-level creatures around but the method didn't sit well with her. As though something was off and wrong but couldn't place where it could be. Maybe it was the act of someone leading so many people outside. If this was a game back then would Alma have viewed this as a mock field trip of sorts. A tour for beginner players and the like.

But those ingredients weren't going to gather themselves. Word was to try gathering and learning from the land but the reality was that Alma wanted to do the opposite. A want to gather anything and everything she could get her hands on. If they turned out to be items she couldn't use then it would be sold or traded to other players. Well..what players she could ever have in her contacts list. Alma hemmed and hawed over this moral conundrum long enough to find her outside of Romalia's walls again and into the open countryside. For now, outside of the one person in the front, there didn't appear to be anyone that could stop and police people from doing something similar. If Alma could focus on gaining just items for her ink and paper then there could be some progress. For now, she figured it might be safe to keep quiet and gather along with the others to avoid drawing too much attention. Not that a tall, seafoam-haired horned deer Faunri was anything but inconspicuous.

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wc = 528

[Spectre]

HP: 100%
MP: 100%

Spectre sighed as he stared at a crowd of players and Landers underneath his robed hood. Unlike the time when he was dragged off by the players a week ago, joining this gathering expedition was his decision as he not only needed to collect some materials to work on his Scribe, but to know more about the Landers who recruited them. If he recalled, he was made aware of it after he noticed a dark-skinned woman with wings made a speech in what he could guess as an Egyptian accent. At first, he wanted to ignore it as usual. But unlike that arrogant Lander he saw, he was a bit interested at this... gathering escort. Plus, that woman seemed to be more bearable than that Lander, so he knew she might have some answers regarding their whole situation. If not, she might be a decent ally if his suspicions about her were cleared.

So here he was, following a crowd to their destination with his usual starter equipment with him along with his first sword. Just then, he noticed the same woman approached him and the Adventurers and asked them what they could achieve in terms of their craft and items they wished to gather. He refused to introduce himself due to his suspicions, although that part could be all for naught thanks to a name stuck on the top of his head. Although, he did speak up just to gauge her interest in gathering information.

"I'm just here to gather materials for paper and ink. I'm a Scribe, so I need them to create some notes and several magic items to aid me in battle. And just before anyone of you makes a misunderstanding regarding my appearance, I'm a Nozgor. So to prevent me from losing my strength at this time, I have to wear this robe at all times. That's all."

Being a silent introvert, he remained silent until someone asked an important question related to this world or they arrived at their destination. All he wanted was to get there and know more about the world while gathering the said items for his plans.

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Post Count: 1

Equipment: Novice Brigandine, Novice Shortsword, Novice Throwing Knives

[Micaiah]

It had been aa rather uncomfortable mood within the church of Tivoli the last couple of days. As the discussion had come to light of the now very real existence of these entities so called 'adventurers' in notice by the proxy lord of Tivoli the other day, the large emergence of people taking shelter was no longer much of a mysterious event. The fact that they looked no more different than any other citizen, with the one distinguishing feature revealed through their mannerisms and unique terms came of as rather alien and frankly, quite frightening to Micaiah. It was clear many shared a smiliar sentiment, given the divide in opinions how to deal with this new population between the believers. Should they aid them? From a standpoint purely of their beliefs, helping those seeking their aid is a virtue and a given. But they'd already been struggling keeping up even before this drastic occurence. Was it truly correct to lend a hand to those that'd come out of nowhere over those whom'd lived their entire lives in Romalia til now? Not to mention how this affected the structure of things outside the church.

Micaiah had been on her way back resolving the laundry when from what it looked like, yet another breach point had been met, and an alv as well as a faunri were arguing with Brother Reynolds in the middle of the engagement. The poor and kind Brother Reynolds had never been the best at dealing with confrontations gained her pitying gaze. However, it didn't feel quite right to get involved in the matter, as she herself was yet conflicted on what to make of the newcomers or even differentiate them. She could but be thankful on behalf of her fellow believer when the case seemingly ended as swiftly as it had began, albeit at a rather bitter end. When a somewhat familiar face which had arrived to Tivoli just the other day suddenly took the stage...

With that, the young sister had now found herself in a lush and bountiful field. It wasn't as if it was some miraculous spot untouched and unrecognized by the citizens. But it remained as such from being located off the trodden path and some ways away from Tivoli, thus generally left alone. But why were they here? The bewinged visitors of Ankhet provided a simple solution to these adventurers that the church could not. Have them practise self-sufficiency through hunting, foraging and other gathering under a well guided hand of their tribe.

The reason as to why Micaiah came along was for one, that by accompanying those whom call themselves adventurers, she'd be a ble to resolve her own feelings regarding their newcome presence. Whilst the second was regarding a more personal interest of the enoch visitors. While their beliefs they so readily expressed were clearly heretical, enochs were fundamentally holy beings. The one leading the little expedition was unlike anyone Micaiah had ever seen. She was taller than any normal or even the taller man she'd ever encountered, with a powerful frame. Yet her proportions undoubtedly confirmed her female. How could there be such a difference? It felt as if she had around 2 feet compared to herself, and this difference just felt further exaggerated whilst seated on that steed of hers. Given the chance to interact with such a large group of them could not be anything other than a joyous occasion. More over, despite her gripe, it was no secret that plenty different faiths resided in Romalia alone. Clashes in beliefs between religions is an ugly affair and she'd rather just leave her own to her own than to start up something between those who were lending a helping hand.

But now that she were here, there was no reason as for her to not join in on some gathering of her own. On her last venture into the forest to gather ingredient with the encounter of Maruem and Gwyddion, she found her concluding harvest to be somewhat inadequate. This was a good chance for her to make amends for that. Maybe if she tagged along someone in the group, she could accomplish her first point along the way? "Hm?" on that thought, a pair of horns piqued Micaiah's interest. With the participants of the expedition having been gathered from those who'd recently frequented the church, Micaiah felt confident she was an unfamiliar face. Not to mention how easy it'd be for someone with such naturally striking colors to leave some sort of impression on someone in the first place. Was she an adventurer? With her gathering on her own, made the idea if approaching her all that much less daunting. Having made her resolve clear, the black clad sister made her way over to the deer faunri. And without having really thought of how to initiate the conversation, she uninspiringly "I hope you don't mind me asking, but what are you looking for?" it was a question thrown out by a complete stranger coming out of nowhere, but Micaiah tried to gloss such details over with a light smile. "My name is Micaiah. Would it be too much to ask if I could accompany you? I'd preferably not find myself on my own in such a big gathering like this you see."

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WC: 885
Tags: Aminatu , Paulette , Alma , Spectre
Micaiah color: a58405

[Paulette]

Some people greeted her in return. They were already forming discussion groups, and looked a bit unsure about who was Paulette. She heard some whispers about her : She looked like them, newcomers adventurers with starting equipment and low capacities but she was riding a stallion like some kind of Heliopolitan soldier. "Maybe Cavalier is not such a popular talent these days". She was walking between their groups, not really caring about these gossips, trying to catch up to this impressive winged warrior woman. Everytime she was getting closer, the majesty emanating from this woman became brighter, but every time she had to get around another group of people. Riding a tall horse in the middle of a crowd wasn’t so easy. The young Alv didn’t really know what she could tell or ask, she just followed her curiosity towards this unknown leader. “Maybe she comes from a far away kingdom and I could ask if she knows an adventurer that could happen to be my sibling ? Maybe my little brother even is in this group, there are so many !” thought her while staring at all the faces gathered around her. It looked like there were mostly beginners adventurers, she was about to focus on their alien leader again when she saw a familiar face exceeding the crowd.
Just a little in amount of her, there was a tall seafoam haired deer, no doubt were allowed, Alma was here too.
Suddenly, she decided to dismount Saguaro and let him leave for now, and went to see her friend rather than try to speak to that strange woman.
Her not that fiery stallion left in a gust of wind, it appeared he was also scared by crowds in addition to monsters, puddles, sharp objects, big objects, light through glasses…
By foot, Paulette couldn’t embrasse the assembly but could walk more flexibly. Her friend was just a few steps in front of her and the purple haired girl rejoined her quickly.
It appeared that Alma was already engaged in a talk with another person. When Paulette approached she saw the face of a girl with wide amber eyes and cleric outfit. She stopped before speaking, she was unsure about this new appearance. Like the other adventurers that were judging her previously, she hesitated about the status of this sister. Was she a high levelled adventurer with a limited clerical outfit or was she a part of a religious unity existing in this world ? "Maybe she took advantage of this gathering to recruit new believers ? Or was she just asking her way ?" From her place, Paulette couldn’t guess the purpose of the discussion nor if Alma was into it or not.
She finally approached their little group at a slow pace and just waved at Alma to make her notice her presence. She genuinely wanted to respect the speaker and didn’t interrupt the conversation, staying a bit behind.


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