Realm of Garrn: The Call to Adventure

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The sound of a man's voice made Rossarinya's head snap back around instantly. She looked up from were she knelt and examined the newcomer through apprehensive eyes. He did not seem threatening. His weapons were not drawn, save for the bow in his hand, which was a good indication that he did not wish to harm her. However she had learned long ago that first impressions could be very misleading. Her desperation got the best of her though, and she reflexively let out a breath of relief, glad that she was no longer alone. She opened her mouth to respond to him but closed it again when she heard more footsteps coming their way. She looked to see two more strangers approaching. No, wait. That wasn't entirely true. She recognized one of them. It was the man she had passed on the road. She watched quietly as he knelt beside her, moving to the side slightly to give him room. He seemed to know what he was doing or at least more than herself. The bombardment of questions did take her a bit by surprise though, and it took her a few seconds to organize her responses.

"No. I only arrived a few minutes ago." Her voice was steady, showing no signs of her previous panic. "As far as I understand he fell from the sky. He is terribly bruised and his tail may be broken judging by the position it is in." That was all she knew and things were getting a bit too crowded for her there. She was sure with all those people the, uh, dragon boy would be all right. She stood up and stepped back to get out of the way. She did want to be sure he was alright though. Maybe if she just stayed in the back... her thoughts were interrupted when the woman made a strange metal creature with what she assumed was some sort of magic. Startled, she instinctively took a step back. Once the woman explained its purpose was the help the boy, Rossarinya relaxed once again. She let out a sigh. This whole situation was making her jumpy; between the strangers and the hurt boy... It was becoming too much. She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. It was then that she noticed something was circling above them. A raven? What was it doing? It did not take her long to reach inside its mind and find out. Her gaze fell on the shrub the raven's owner was hiding in. Great. This situation was stressful enough without people hiding in bushes. She kept a watchful eye on the bush, ready to act if the man hiding in it decided to attack. Although since he was obliviously outnumbered, she doubted he would.

After what could not have be more than a minute, another figure approached. She recognized this one also. It was the blind woman from the inn. Her attention shifted from the hiding man to the woman, and she watched with silent awe as she proceeded to heal the boy. Her worry subsided once the woman had finished. The boy did seem much better than before, his tail alone was proof the magic had worked. Now all they needed to do was wait for him to wake up.
 
Graug Dammit!

See this is why science and magic NEEDED to mix. Magic could repair the wound quickly when science can't, and science can relieve the pain of using magics where magic can't. Anesthetics is what the guy needs, and Medibot - who was having a tantrum in ball form - as well as Machina knew it. Machina groaned and got up to right her minion. She wasn't expecting to have to. She picked up the round hunk of junk metal and placed it so that it would calm down - even though the rolling around in ball form was sort of its way of running. Dumb robots. At that, it waddled onto the Draconian's torso and poked his arm with a syringe, injecting an anesthetic to ease the soreness. The healer now seemed a bit woozy. "Bad news if this guy's allergic to foxglove," was all Machina could mutter out, her mask filtering her voice to be somewhat intimidating to people who'd never seen a rebreather before. Which was almost everyone.


Elsys glowered at the driver and sheathed her blade as they moved around. The hobbit was extremely good natured, which caught Elsys off guard. Elsys smiled and put out her hand to offer a handshake. "Name of Elsys Sanguilus, and this lizzy here's Janus the Bearded Drake. Pleased to meetcha, girly. I'm a sailor, so pardon me manners. All those boys are rather rowdy on the open seas, aye?" she smirked and had for a second considered hawking into her hand, but - landlubbers tend to frown on that. Janus crawled to Elsys' other shoulder and observed the hobbit, looking for threatening signs - and quickly realized he wouldn't find any.
 
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Harkun commanded Magery to return, after being noticed by the onlookers. Harkun decided to close in, to see what the ruckus was about up close. Magery had only been able to see the body. Harkun shapechanged, his stature shrinking and his form shifting until he became a hare. He hopped over to the onlookers, keeping distance until he came close enough to detect the fallen body.

Sniffing, he winced as he smelled the taint of druidism about the boy. He immediately backed away into the shrubbery. What was a druid doing out here? There was no time. The smell was different from the cult that had kidnapped Harkun in the past, but he was a druid nonetheless. He was bound by magic to not harm nature, the wilds, and its protectors.

Much had already been done to help the boy. These strangers were capable and no doubt versed in magic. This place just got more interesting. Harkun decided to stay awhile longer, to find out more about the druid and the strange people around him. Harkun shapechanged once more, he turned into plantlife, sprouting vines and thorns and melding with the bushes.

He commanded Magery to fly overhead, giving him an aerial view of the situation. The white stag, Hakko, he sent out to guard the area, keeping his ears and nose open for signs of danger. Harkun essentially controlled the area. He would wait until the boy came to, then emerge when the others had left and confront the younger druid.
 
Mercanor listened intently to the female elf's words, however short they were. She hadn't been here long, so she knew nothing of his condition. "Alright, don't worry yourself. The fact you simply showed up to try and help is enough..." he explained before the other woman let loose a small drone. Looking at the contraption with a raised eyebrow, Mercanor tried to figure out just what it was. The small device seemed to be fixing the boy up as best as it could, making him sigh with relief. "Alright, even if your device works, we should take him into town. I know a inn and tavern where a healer resides. She could look after the boy and make sure he's okay. If nothing, we can at least say we tried... Now, somebody help me move him, but mind his head."
 
The yokel local was again distracted by other tasks, leaving Machina with nobody to show her about Vestial. She sighed and made a non-committal hand gesture while shaking her head. "Heavy lifting's not my area of expertise. I'll follow you there, however, since I have no idea where the Hell I'm going." She then turned to her minion and beckoned it to her. When it got close enough, she crouched in front of it and halted the magical flow giving it life. It went limp and Machina immediately began disassembly. She stuffed the metal parts into her satchel, and was suddenly reminded about how heavy exactly all these robot parts are. She sighed and hoisted herself back into a standing position. Looking at the people around her, she inspected each and every one to see what exactly they were good for. Mostly foresty-types and the occasional magic-type. But not magic-types like herself. She was one in a thousand for certain, but most of the others like her went to the College of Archaeology and never really used magic like she did. She was, after all, perhaps the first Machinist since the Ancients.
 
Icarus had been taken by surprise by the sudden appearance of the group, but despite a strong urge to just turn around and walk in the opposite direction, he finally saw a way that he could be useful to these people. He'd been a hunter for years and was used to carrying deer and other game around, so what more of a challenge was a boy? Besides, maybe he'd get some coin for his effort. He stepped forward and, somehow managing to ignore the woman who was now ripping apart her metal companion, knelt down calmly next to the Draconian.

"I'll bring the kid for yer', I needed to head over to the tavern anyway" he explained absent-mindedly, studying the way that the magic had almost completely healed the wounds. After a brief hesitation he finally put his bow over his shoulder and swung the Draconian's arms around his neck. If the boy had been conscious then he could have piggy-backed and life would have been much easier, but for now he just hung limply, the kid's hip digging into Icarus' kidneys. Without even waiting for the others he began the trudge to the Tavern. This works out perfectly he thought to himself, I can find out where my blasted money's disappeared to now.

"Oh" Icarus called over his shoulder, "and someone get his belongings too."
 
His window was open, constant sunlight hitting him in the face. It wasn't the best condition for sleeping, sputtering, eyes blinking rapidly he finally woke up. "D-damn sughds . . . sunlight!", he slurred before rolling out of his bed, straight onto the floor. Now fully awake he got dressed, which wasn't much for certain. A pair of trousers rolled up to his knees, and a pair of boots he had stolen on the way here (a bit too large for his feet). Grabbed his bag he wandered out of the inn, unsure of what to do. He had come to this town expecting to make a quick bit of coin. Which he did, though it wasn't very much.

Walking the towns streets at random, he saw a bit of a commotion. A hobbit struggling to carry a basket of vegetables, it was a bit funny at first. Until amusement quickly turned to horror as she stumbled into the path of a cart that would have crushed her. Dirk took off like a bullet, though anyone watching would have believed he had used magic to move the way he did. But it didn't matter he knew there was no way he could make it there in time. Until a curiously dressed woman rolled in, seemingly out of nowhere saving the hobbits life.

Skidding to a stop, Dirk collapsed onto his back lightly panting. The hobbit woman was fine, though a bit shaken up. Giving a sigh of relief he picked himself up, and approached the two. "Glad you're okay miss, and great work you did there."giving an appreciative nod to the human, and a warm smile to the hobbit. He quietly noted he was just barely taller than her, thanks to his boots. "Sorry for interrupting but would either of you be kind of enough to escort me to the nearest tavern? If you do I'll pay for your meal and drink.", dropping to one knee and clasping his hands together, he gave a sheepish grin. "Please?"
 
Elsie was a pretty name. Prim had a second cousin named Elsie. "Elsys" was a bit different. She wondered how it was spelled. The hobbit looked at the pirate with curiosity. She had never met a sailor before. Some of her friends liked to sit on the bridge and catch fish, and Prim had joined them on occasion, but she had the impression this large woman wasn't a fisher.

Prim resecured her bundle onto her shoulder as another person approached them. He was gangly but not tall, and his ears were pointier than Prim's. At first the hobbit was unsure of the strange creature, but when he suggested food and drink, Prim figured he couldn't be very bad. Unfortunately, she had no idea where the bigfolk kept their taverns, and looked up at Elsys. "I think a tavern is an excellent idea," she said, "do you know where one is?"
 
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Rossarinya hesitated. She still was not completely comfortable with these people. She was no longer worried that they would harm her, but crowds really were not something she was used to. If only I took the main road. Then I would be in the quiet of the forest by now. She silently scolded herself. Well, there is nothing I can do about it now. Walking over to were the unconscious boy had laid, she bent down to pick up his belongings. As long as I am here I might as well do something useful. She took the pack off the ground, bunching up the strap so it would not dangle. She held the whole thing in her arm, afraid that it would break if she held it normally. Next, she picked up the scale. She examined it curiously for a moment, wondering what it was for. Then she wedged it in between herself and the pack so that she had an arm free in case she needed it. Once she was sure she had everything, she rose and followed the man who was carrying the boy, assuming he knew where he was going.
 
Elsys eyed the Goblin wearily. It wasn't in her to be racist, but Goblins weren't exactly known to be tellers of the truth. Luckily for the Goblin, however, she saw no reason not to assist him. She'd see his true colors when they got there, at no inconvenience to her. She shrugged because, despite being a fan of drink, she had no idea where the tavern was. "I couldn'e help ye there either, mate. Jus' look for the place 'at smells like booze. 'A's all I kin tell ye."

"Perhaps I could help?"

A man dressed in desert garbs strode up to them and gave them a grin. Despite the weather, he hooded himself to keep the sun off his face. "And in turn, maybe you could help me? Your task will come first, of course. You see, I've been here awhile and discovered that the tavern was rather easy to find - and, wouldn't you know it - it really does smell of alcohol." He looked very kind, but his eyes were red, giving away his true being. It also explained the hood.

Elsys looked at the man with a sneer and extended her arm in front of the hobbit. "Ya think me daft, mate? I seen eyes like yours an' any human with red eyes is a bloodsucker like no other." The man dropped his smile and bowed his head lightly. "You're right. But fear not, I come not to bring harm. Were I to drink your blood without your consent, either through word or aggression, I will perish. I'm an Emperor Vampire. Should I spin you a tale about my kind" Elsys, meanwhile, huffed and relaxed. "Nah, I heard a lotta tales in my time. I know o' ya." The man's smile returned and he outstretched his hand. "I'm Niasus, but I'm also called Seneschal. Nice to meet you, Miss...?" Elsys smiled and took the man's hand. "Elsys."

Seneschal's eyes widened for a moment before his smile stretched further. So here she was. Seneschal suddenly remembered his victim's recount of her and nodded. "Let me show you to the tavern."
 
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Dirk noted the way she looked at him, it was that same look of distrust every race gave him. he got that same look so often throughout his travels it was expected. It kinda hurt not being trusted, but on the reverse it was kinda fun for some reason, gave him an excuse to act up. Either way it wasn't the first time someone looked at him with distrust, and it wouldn't be the last. So Dirk just shrugged it off and just kept grinning, but not before quietly muttering, "Being a Gob is tough." Looking Elsys up and down a small thought began to grow in his head. He had overheard that she was a sailor, though Dirk doubted she was just a sailor, it didn't matter he had everywhere to go, and nowhere to be. He could ask to join her crew. And was fixing to do just that until another human, male it seemed walked up. He was wearing garb that covered his everything, everything except his eyes. HIS FRACKIN EYES! They were glowing blood red, and being near him gave Dirk the chills, he reflexively stood between the hooded figure, and the others. Though no one seemed to notice his heroic intentions thanks to his non-heroic stature.

At the discovery he was a vampire, an emperor one at that, his gobby ears perked up. Not because he knew what this stranger was talking about, but because the exact opposite. He didn't know much about vampires other than they drank blood, and were extremely effected by the sun. And new nothing about vampire sub-species and the like. Though as much fun as learning about his vampire-yness was, Dirk didn't care and was glad his new best pal skipped the strangers boring speech. But watching as they shook hands, Dirk couldn't help but notice the way his smile lit up at the sound of her name. He was pretty terrifying but as long as they were outside in the sun, Niasus couldn't really make a move. He had a couple vampire wisecracks, and juvenile jokes to throw at him, but the man was kind enough to show them to the tavern. So he bit his tongue, literally. Following behind the vampire, his tongue goofily poked out of his mouth, bouncing with each step.
 
Icarus tried to remember the dirt path from any point of his experience last night, but the sheer amount of last night's booze had swept that memory away from him. After a brief debate with himself he decided to just keep walking along this road, the Draconian boy's hip stabbing into him repeatedly with every step he took. A few lonely travellers gave him an odd glance, but he either ignored them or just smiled in their direction. There better be some money in this.

After what seemed like a few minutes, the houses of Vestial finally appeared around them, and with them came the citizens. Icarus had forgotten completely about the festivities that were taking place, but he remembered them now, and the memories brought sweet thoughts of card games, alcohol and maybe even the odd fire-show on street corners. He always enjoyed those, the way that the children laughed and grinned, and the adults looked on in awe. While he enjoyed crowds staring at him, he really didn't want them right now, the bustling people were starting to knock into him and he was concerned for the boy on his back. Without thinking too much about it, he darted left into a back alley.

"Ah, now we're getting somewhere!" he exclaimed aloud to nobody in particular. There was no response from the Draconian, just the same gentle breathing against his neck. Oh well, he wouldn't be Icarus' problem for much longer.
The alley they found themselves in was familiar, and Icarus walked over to the battered wooden chair that had been a wonderful companion when he passed out last night. Two gold coins lay in the mud underneath the seat, and Icarus pocketed them quickly. At least he'd found some of his money now, but it was nowhere near as much as he remembered having when he left the tavern.
The thoughts of the tavern suddenly reminded Icarus why he was here in the first place, and he carried on his way. The other end of the alley brought him out directly opposite the tavern, and after a brief struggle through the crowd in the street, he trotted up the steps, the kid's feet kicking him in the back of the knees as he did so, and entered the tavern.
 
Elsys seemed to think there was something wrong with the man, something to do with his eyes, but truth be told he looked like any of the other bigfolk. Prim couldn't even see the fellow's eyes past his nose and cheekbones. Prim would have eagerly greeted the man and thanked him for his help, but then he said, "Were I to drink your blood without your consent, either through word or aggression, I will perish. I'm an Emperor Vampire." Prim shuddered slightly and withdrew without moving. Drink their blood? A vampire? The hobbit recalled the bogey stories she had heard as a child, about the giants with four arms and four legs who would suck out your blood and slip away during the night. They couldn't fit inside hobbit holes, though, and only came out at night, so children were warned to be home before dark.

Prim looked at Niasus carefully. He only had two arms and two legs, but he was sort of a giant and he did mention drinking blood and Elsys seemed alarmed by him...but Prim had become sure the story hadn't been real. Besides, she doubted Jumala would let her come to harm. So Prim and Dirk followed Niasus and Elsys to the tavern.

Once there, the hobbit climbed up a stool like one would a small ladder and looked around her for inspiration. "Could I have what he's having?" she asked pleasantly, pointing toward a man with naught but a large mug of something brown. The mug itself was nearly the size of Prim's head.
 
As he walked swiftly between the tables and chairs of the tavern, Icarus swung the boy around to the front of his body and carried him to the bar. He had no idea if the group from earlier was behind him or not, but he wagered that they'd be here soon, looking to get some glory from the heroic act of saving a young boy. Vultures, all of them, waiting for another's misery so that they can help themselves. The only decent creature in the whole incident seemed to be the Elf, and maybe the boy, but Icarus would judge that when he woke up.

Paying no attention to the hobbit who was clinging to a bar stool almost comically, he lifted the Draconian over her head and placed him down on the bar in front of her just as she ordered a drink, knocking a few mugs onto the floor and getting dirty glances from the customers. "Sorry love, important matter n' all that" he muttered to her, before turning to the barman. He put on a people-friendly smile.
"Sir," he addressed the man, "I have come to believe that there is a healer taking up residence in this tavern, I wish to speak to him about the boy!" He hesitated a moment, a conflicted look flickering across his face, and then finally pointed to a man with a large mug of something brown that was nearly the size of the hobbits head. "And get me a mug of what he's having!"

He tossed a coin across the bar and sat down next to the hobbit.
 
As they arrived, Elsys picked a chair and invited Niasus to sit down in front of her as she slouched at the table, her arm over the back of her chair - she was practically draped over it lazily. Niasus obliged and noted the hobbit eagerly going for a drink, while the goblin came in last between the group. Elsys cleared her throat and addressed the vampire. "So, Seneschal, you said you went by. You helped us, now how can we help you?" Elsys looked the man over wearily and finally smiled.

"Actually, you already have helped me - but I need a moment of privacy with you. I've been looking for you. I'll explain later. I can pay for us to have a room, or we can find someplace safe. You know about Emperor Vampires, so you know about our powers, right? There's someone you need to see." Seneschal looked around pointedly and turned to look at the bartender. If he was correct, this tavern was also an inn. He then looked back to Elsys and sighed. "But first, allow me to explain."

Elsys perked up and sat forward. She winced a bit as the blood returned to her arm, but then sighe as it faded. This was sounding interesting.

"I understand there was a Draconian boy you knew awhile ago who died from a headshot wound. Well, he didn't die immediately, the poor boy. It missed much of his brain - the way the Draconian skull works, it didn't even hit his brain. But he was bleeding out when I came by him."
Elsys' expression became very pained and she struggled as the memories returned to her. "Josiah..."
Seneseschal also seemed to feel for her, his own expression becoming worried and empathetic. "Yes, Josiah Fulmin. He knew he was going to die. He saw me, he saw my eyes, my teeth, he felt relieved. He figured I was there to relieve his pain. I told him I was an Emperor Vampire when I asked for his consent and he made me promise that in return, I'd seek you out and show you his form. He figured it might comfort you. He didn't say as much, but I took on his memories. He figured it might comfort you to see that, in a way, I still live on - er, he still lives on. Even if only by technicality." As an Emperor Vampire, slips of the tongue like that were relatively common if feeding becomes part of a pact like this. He bit back a curse as the context of this pact sort of drove the point home unnecessarily. The pain showed on Elsys' face.
"R-right. Let's get a room, then." Elsys stood up and walked to the bartender to inquire about a room. She flashed a bit of money and was given a key. She beckoned for Seneschal to follow her. He obliged and they left to their room.
 
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