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Post by carnackiArdent on Oct 26, 2017 20:35:43 GMT
Maela frowns down at the scene, trying distantly to judge how badly the former owner of these things was bleeding. If they were only wounded they can try to return the things, but if it wasn't a severe injury, why wouldn't they have come back for their possessions? Unfortunately, she was never the best at tracker and didn't learn much more first aid than everybody else got, but she can take a look at least. "Oh, dear..."Medicine Education check: 11
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Post by Zephias on Oct 27, 2017 0:39:18 GMT
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Post by carnackiArdent on Oct 28, 2017 0:13:16 GMT
Maela sighs. "It doesn't look like there's enough blood here that whoever lost these things would have died. But I don't see a trail... And this is old blood. It would be hard to track."
She shakes her head, then beckons Clòimhe over and digs a bandage out of her own bag. She had intended to attend to the poor little Woobat's wound a few moments ago before they got distracted with this. "I don't think we have much time to dedicate to finding whoever had these. We could take them with us, I suppose, and see if we can find whoever lost them in Midvall?" Spending a little time asking around there might not be too far out of their way, but they have a mission to attend to.
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Post by birdy51 on Oct 28, 2017 2:21:05 GMT
"I concur!" Morgan announces, gathering up the small bits of coinage and rest of the bag's contents. "I know a great many beautiful maidens worthy of being called the Lady of the Rose, but I can think of none who might bear the title officially. If we are able to find Gwenhael, she might be able to point us in the right direction to at least finish was this poor courier had started. So, Midvall it is!"
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Post by Seya on Oct 28, 2017 14:46:07 GMT
"Yes, I believe that would be our best course of action. Finish our mission and then work out anything else that comes up along the way." Lana rocks back onto her heels, eyeing the cylinder curiously-- what a pretty name! Whoever had written it certainly had a flair for the poetic.
She nudges Chlua with her foot, making sure the little pig was still attentive, and smiled. "To Midvall."
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Post by amillaiara on Oct 28, 2017 14:53:53 GMT
O. slowly wandered over keeping an eye on their surroundings just in case, before glancing briefly over the scene. He tried to see if he could guess the general direction whoever had been injured left towards. "Hopefully they will be in Midvall getting treated from whatever caused them to flee without their message. Who knows maybe the Lady of the Rose is in Midvall." O says while slightly worried for whoever had been attacked. Survival for any hints of tracks possibly being presentOefG1P9W4d6 4d6
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Post by Zephias on Oct 28, 2017 20:46:10 GMT
O. cannot see any tracks or anything to point towards a direction.
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Post by amillaiara on Oct 31, 2017 2:57:18 GMT
"That's weird. There really are no tracks leading away. I would think at least one footprint would have survived." O. comments as everyone finishes looking at the scene.
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Post by carnackiArdent on Oct 31, 2017 3:04:37 GMT
Maela shrugs, not having much to offer on that score. "The blood is fairly old, I think they might have just gotten wiped out. There was a nest of Ekans here, after all."
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Post by Zephias on Oct 31, 2017 20:13:49 GMT
~First Tale: The Search for Gwenhael~ The party continued on their way, making it to one of the small hamlets that littered Gwyddel's Road by sundown. A slightly crooked sign proclaimed such as the town of Maidenshrine. The hamlet had clearly seen prosperous days, although a bit of the glum caused by the war against the Duke of Orias seemed to permeate the locale. The horizon showed the ever-thickening vegetation that marked the start of the Lamb's Crescent, and with it the promise of Midvall and the ever-looming reality of the squires' quest. The squires were greeted by kind Megara Calchair, the innkeeper. Afflicted with dwarfism since birth, she nonetheless seemed to be seamlessly accepted by the community and seemed accustomed to the looks of disbelief her height caused in some of her patrons. The knightly charm on your beaded necklace was all she needed, and soon enough a plate of flavorful and hardy rabbit stew was in front of each of you with servings for your Pokemon partners. She did apologize, for she had no proper housing for Battle-Bred creatures and could not put them in the same stable as her Domestic oxen. As they ate, the patter of rain started to be heard. It created a comforting background for the squires's cheerful discussion over their food. Suddenly, the door flung open with a thud and in came a fur-clad female with long, almost-white hair. Streaks of face-paint, washed out by the rain, revealed as a proud native of the Dukedom Caradec and a follower of the old traditions. Megara gave her a worried glance, as her Domesticate Litten complained about the stranger bringing all the wet into her domain.
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Innkeeper of the Sodden Mare ______________________________
| "Oh, lords above, you're drenched! Here, darlin' take off that coat and take a seat by the fire. You're gonna catch some illness if you stay like that"
Megara quckly provided a place by the fire and a plate of stew for the newcomer
"Not to worry, darlin', Aleisha here has you covered. Allie, power the chimney up a mite, will you? Ah, yes, thank you dear" Megara gave the litten a small pat on the head, causing the feline to purr in contentment. "Ah, yes, another squire I see? Some others made it here a few hours ago. They're over there, at the table. Although what possessed you to ride in this infernal weather is beyond me. Here, stay by the fire, I'll put that Blitzle of yours in the stables"
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Post by snark on Nov 2, 2017 12:22:34 GMT
Elys had never quite known how to handle people treating her like a child, even (perhaps especially) when she'd been one. Well-meaning or not, it always felt as though she was being talked down to, yet she rarely had legitimate cause to actually object - most people were her elders, after all. It was not improper behavior, no matter how irksome. The innkeeper was only trying to make her feel welcome. As was her habit when uncertain, Elys fell back on the one reaction which was always safe: scrupulous formality. "Thank you for your hospitality, Mistress," she said, bowing as she removed her fur overcoat. "On my behalf and my steed's."
And then the woman was gone, freeing her (briefly) of the obligation to be sociable. The fireside was tempting, but she recognized the other squires, and duty came first.
"Nolana. Morgan. Maela. O. Amelia," she said, bowing her head slightly as she greeted each of them in turn. There, pleasantries done with. "I am glad I was able to catch up with you. I was sent with an urgent message." She extended a hand towards Amelia, presenting an envelope.
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Post by birdy51 on Nov 2, 2017 21:29:02 GMT
Morgan had been thoroughly enjoying his delicious soup as of so far, taking in drop after drop of the delicious morsels. It had been so long since he had enjoyed such a delicious meal such as this! Well. At least, not in the last twenty-four hours or so. But still!
When Elys arrived at their table, his eyes lit up with a frenzy.
"Aha! Elys! Message be damned! My endearing Elys, you're all so soaked!" He took up the letter and gently laid it down before the nigh catatonic Amelia (the poor lass). "Come! Come! Sit down, let me get you something warm. Try some of the soup! It's quite wonderful for a small hamlet such as this!"
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Post by snark on Nov 3, 2017 14:13:11 GMT
Elys was fairly sure she had never been called 'endearing' before. Coming from anyone else, she probably would have assumed it was mockery. But no; this was Morgan. He really did talk like that. Eccentric, but easy enough to tolerate once she understood it.
"Thank you. But it is an urgent message," she stressed. She sat anyway, though. The weather here might be mild compared to the northern coast, but a bowl of something hot sounded awfully good right now. Technically she'd fulfilled her mission when she handed over the letter, and was in her rights to rest. Although... "Is Amelia unwell?"
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Post by Zephias on Nov 4, 2017 0:21:56 GMT
Amelia harrumphed.
"Certainly not. I wasn't feeling the best earlier, but I'm much better now"
She snatched the letter and began reading.
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Post by carnackiArdent on Nov 4, 2017 0:51:08 GMT
Maela had stood up to greet Elys when Morgan swooped in to be solicitous. She stifled the urge to roll her eyes, but a slight smile flickered around her lips anyway. "If you're so certain she needs a rest, you might give her a moment to breathe."
Even if the relative lack of accommodations for their Pokémon was inconvenient, Maela was enjoying the chance to spend a little more time with her Pokémon. Thankfully Clòimhe was well-behaved enough not to decide to go exploring - as docile as she was, she was still a battle-bred Pokémon, and even a Woobat was probably a bit intimidating to people mostly used to more domesticated breeds. Maela had grown up around war-trained breeds of Pokémon, but she couldn't let her comfort with them make her forget how other people reacted. (Arwain, of course, was unlikely to even try to go exploring, between her relative timidity and the fact that she had to hop about on her fins. She was content to stay by Maela's chair and slurp stew.)
She looked from Elys to Amelia for a moment, frowning slightly. "It must be quite urgent, to send you riding out after us so hard when we've only just started." Which wasn't quite directly asking what's wrong - it might be a private matter for Amelia, after all - but certainly hinted at her curiosity.
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Post by Seya on Nov 4, 2017 20:38:04 GMT
Lana had also risen at Elys' entrance, and smiled cheerily at their companion, waving her to sit and enjoy some of the stew. "Urgency is all well and fine, but you might as well get a few bites in as the letter is read. Or will you be staying with our little travelling party for some time?"
She called Chlua back to her side from where the little pig had been wandering, and settled her companion onto her feet, where the pillowy fluffball sat like a nice heater. It wouldn't do for someone else to accidentally kick poor Chlua, of course.
Lana does, however, watch Amelia and her expression curiously. "Is everything alright, Amy? We're not being called back already, are we?"
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Post by Zephias on Nov 4, 2017 23:40:21 GMT
Amelia folded the letter and pouted.
"you are not being called back. I have to ride all the way to Sylahan because of a situation that requires Spellweavers to solve"
She crossed her arms and huffed.
"Elys will join you, and you get to save the Lady Gwenhael while I read musty tomes and recite incantations! This is so not fair"
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Post by birdy51 on Nov 5, 2017 2:11:40 GMT
"Oh no! How terrible! And with you feeling the way you are? Simply dastardly!" Cries a forgetful and overdramatic Morgan. He drops his arms despondently. Despondence however is not the natural state of Morgan and he quickly recovers.
"Oh, I'm sorry about this. I shouldn't be sad. We will meet again, I am sure of it! By the time the winter words cross the night and vale, I do declare you shall hear of our great success! Songs will be song! Dances will be danced! It will be all so very beautiful!" He shouts.
The overexcited lad quickly wheels onto his newest comrade, Elys. "And as for you, my dear lady! Welcome to the unit. We are most pleased to have you along with us! Here, here!"
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Post by snark on Nov 5, 2017 12:16:37 GMT
"Thank you," replied Elys stoically. She was in fact quite pleased to be here, but it would be indecorous to say so in front of Amelia, who was (rightfully in her opinion) disappointed at being recalled. She sought for something comforting to say to the spellweaver. "These are desperate times. No doubt you will be given another mission when this is done."
Elys was perhaps not very good at being comforting.
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Post by amillaiara on Nov 7, 2017 8:50:29 GMT
"Look at it this way Amelia. You get to go be nice and warm, somewhere, while we get to trek through a cold forest, and it might rain again, so a cold wet forest. I have to say, even with those boring books, your time will probably be better than ours. O says trying to console Amelia if only a little. He had eaten most of his stew, while Nimbus was floating right next to him constantly watching everyone in the building. Nimbus does seem to twitch a little every time a loud noise happens anywhere near him, and O keeps a close eye on the little guy to make sure he doesn't get too anxious and attacks.
"It is nice to see you again Elys. Glad to have you with us." O comments as he finishes off his stew while also watching the theatrics that is Morgan.
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