Avella call to two men with Mylea. "Orc, spread out and flank the monster! Lumber, protect Mylea!" She call them and decided it is time to attack beast. Maybe it would be more safe to wait for beast charge, but it look this creature is smarter than it look like. "Holly Everlight, protect me from the frost!" Avella speak pray as she attack beast, aiming for monsters eyes, with shield ready to block frost breath.
The food is tasty ad filling, clearly the work of a skilled cook, and the ale is pleasant but not too strong. She is left alone, no one bothering her other than Vivian coming to see if she wants more ale. Spoiler: Random Encounter 1d100 = 83 As she eats Arthuria notices a trio of drunk men on a nearby table. They keep pointing at some of the women in the room, including Arthuria herself, and eventually make some sort of bet. Then one of the three gets up and tries to grab the butt of an elven waitress, only to fail, lose his balance, and fall face-first on the wooden floor. For his efforts he is rewarded with the laughter of everyone who witnessed the short scene. Nothing else of note happens. Arthuria is free to go and get some rest, unless there's something she wants to do first.
Arthuria smiles at The Scene, amused since this is pretty common in Taverns and Inns. Nothing to worry about. She takes her Empty Plate and mug and bring's It herself to The Counter to spare Vivian some Work. "That was exzellent, please Compliment The Cook for Me"
Ida frowned as the bodies burst into ashes. What was it that she was facing? Some kind of demons, fire constructs... it maybe some short of golems that could be regenerated? Why were they called back into the cave? So many questions, but so little time to act. She bit her lip... should she act? Send ghosts to see what was inside... No. For now, there were waves of attackers to take care of. With the curse of her action decided, she formed another two skulls surrounded by green fire... then she threw them into cave, intent on killing other enemies.
She had....a look. It wasn't her body, but more her odd resemblance to that noble woman from earlier. Coincidental? "....you look a lot like somebody I know." she made the comment under her breath, but then smiled politely, trying to engage the woman a little bit, assuming the most likely cause would be just simply boredom. "I was looking for materials for crafting if you had any. I also don't really have much of a proper lab, so I still need some equipment for a proper set up. I'm not exactly a expert at it, but I know enough not to poison myself by accident. That's enough."
“We give our guards what we have, with the best weapons and armor given to the ones with the most skill.” Garlan explains as he watches the old man prepare. “Hmm, you do seem to know what you're talking about, at least. And you seem to have actual experience using a spear. Very good.” He nods in approval of the old man's little lecture and demonstration. “Now, if you are done with your preparations, show me how you use a spear for real. Attack the dummies as if they are enemies toy need to defeat.” He demands and waits, watching carefully. Spoiler: Decipher Writing 1d100 = 22 Previous attempts: +20 Total: 42 Again Mylea tries to decipher the writing, and again all she gets is a fragment, the confusion spell overwhelming her. ...protect... the crystal... Her head starts to hurt from the effort and the mental strain, but she does not give, making another attempt. Spoiler: Decipher Writing 1d100 = 33 Previous attempt: +30 Headache: -10 Total: 53 At long last, Mylea manages to piece together the fragments she has read. Apparently it was very important to keep the crystal safe and intact, and so the guy buried it in the ground to hide it from anyone who might find it. That obviously did not work so well, seeing as she found it anyway. Mylea's headache worsens considerably, making the world spin for a moment. She won't be able to decipher any more of the diary and complex actions such as casting spells will be more difficult until she manages to get some proper rest. Hopefully the little she managed to learn will be enough... Jonas nods and stands in front of Mylea to protect her. Meanwhile Galza moves to flank the beast. Spoiler: Divine Magic 1d100 = 45 Divine Magic: +20 Total: 65 A sphere of golden light surrounds Avella as her prayer ends. Spoiler: Attack 1d100 = 63 Sword Fighting: +30 Total: 93 Spoiler: Beast's Dodge 1d100 = 71 Agility: +20 Total: 91 The beast sees her attack coming and attempts to dodge. It almost succeeds, but not quite, her skill with the sword allowing her to change the direction of her attack and wound the beast. It is just a scratch that closes quickly, but even so the beast pulls back, away from her. It does not try to attack.
Abella decided to change tactics, as she and Galza cutting of ways to escape for beast. "Why are you attacking people living here? Did someone comand you or it is your own free will?" She asked as they getting closer to monster. If beast tries to escape, Avella is going to attack it again in the eyes. But maybe this creature is more smart than she thought.
"Ho? It almost sounds like you want me fighting in the front lines." Anton chuckles, taking a deep breath as he takes a stance. Deepening his focus, mostly to avoid hurting his back. Once he exhaled, the old man thrusts the spear multiple times in short intervals, hitting every vital point as if the training dummy was a real person. Each hit was light, quick, and extremely deadly. If Garlan could follow his movements, the captain would realize that if Anton was fighting a real enemy, that unlucky sparring partner will be bleeding all over the training grounds by now.
Seeing that Abella's trying to talk to the beast, Mylea does the same. "I don't mean to use this crystal." She holds it up. "I don't know what it does, but I don't seek to use it to gain power, or to hurt anyone. You must believe me, the only reason I'm holding this is to keep anyone else from getting hurt." The beast is magical, not natural, but perhaps she can calm it, as she would a flesh and blood animal. "Stand down." She gestures to her companions.
“Thank you, I will.” Patricia nods. “Good night!” Vivian and two of the other waitresses wish her as she climbs up the stairs to her room. The room is clean and rather cozy. There's a single bed with clean sheets, a small table next to it, a wardrobe to leave her clothes in, and an wooden chest to store her possessions inside, if she wants to. A large window on one wall lets the moonlight in, metal bars preventing anyone from using it to get in. Everything seems to be of above average quality. The walls seem to be pretty thick as she can no longer hear the commotion from the lower floor. She will be able to have a restful sleep here, undisturbed. Spoiler: Attack 1d100 = 20 Necromancy: +30 Targets out of sight: -10 Total: 40 The flaming skulls vanish inside the mine, and she hears surprised shouts followed by explosions... then the footsteps resume, now a bit slower. It would seem trying to attack enemies she cannot see did not pay off, at least this time. Before she can cast another spell four men come out out of the mine. Three of them carry torches in one hand and short swords in the other. They all fall to their knees as the spell Eike set up saps their strength. The last man is wearing leather armor, holding a torch in one hand and a longsword in the other. He seems to be made of sterner stuff as he endures the spell and starts looking around for the enemies. Fortunately he decides to start from the side opposite Ida, giving her a few precious seconds to act before she is spotted. A scream of pain is heard from somewhere deeper in the mine. Sounds like the wraith has found its first target.
She locked The Door of her Room and opened The Straps on her Armour and removes it along with her Chainmail, storing it in The Chest. She then changes into simple clothes from Back Home and leans Excaliber on The Headsite of The Bed and lies down, going over some Exercises for The Training Session in her head before she eventually falls asleep.
Ida smiled turned predatory as she heard the scream. Soon, the Wright would be joining them... in the meantime- She fell on one knee and extended her hands, making herself less visible, she threw two fireballs, aiming at the man who was not influenced by Eike's spell - the man was visible and had his back turned to her - it should be enough to take him down~
Spoiler: Detection 1d100 = 4 Spoiler: Attack 1d100 = 91 Necromancy: +30 Sneak Attack: +25 Total: 146 The four men fail to spot her until it is too late. Her fireballs slam into into the one with the longsword and explode, killing not just him but the other other three as well. As the four bodies burst into flames she hears a second scream of pain from deep inside the mine – either the wraith's first attack was not enough to kill its target, or there was a second one. Soon all that remains of the four dead bandits are four small piles of ash. The four balls of flame shoot inside the mine, vanishing from her sight just like the ones before them. Silence reigns for a few moments, letting her catch her breath, then a powerful explosion from somewhere deep within the mine causes the ground to shake. Eike loses her balance and falls to her knees, but recovers quickly. When the shaking stops Ida hears triumphant laughter coming from inside the mine. The voice is deep and sounds rather demonic. Then she hears heavy footsteps – something is headed for the entrance, and quite fast, too. A thought occurs to her: The lives of the men she just killed might have served as a sacrifice for a summoning spell of some sort. Now she'll have to deal with whatever creature was summoned... (I'll take a break now, but first I wanted to finish with the riff-raff and introduce the boss Ida will be dealing with.)
"Why the shock? Not used to that kind of shit bein' noticed?" She briefly glances around at the other clientele. "I can see why. Most of 'em are just playin' at bein' poor." Do I wanna call her actin' or do I wanna lean into it... Tough choice. Lydia openly stares, grinning at the server as she walks to the kitchen and returns. "Thanks, Ellie! Anything's great when someone else made it for you, especially after havin' to cook everything myself on the road. Not much good at it." Lydia eats and drinks greedily as soon as the meal's placed before her. She ponders how to approach the waitress while she finishes her food. I'll see how she reacts to bein' called out herself. If she keeps herself controlled, maybe she can be useful in more ways than one. "I can tell you're only actin' the part too, but I can't say it don't work, miss 'innocent.' Seen that kind of routine attract many a stupid drunk who can't resist the prospect of bein' a whore's first. Don't take that as condemnin' you--most need something to lure johns in--just know it ain't a unique tack." Lydia smiles mischievously at the other woman, knowing she's been thrown off-balance. "So, what do you think about bein' with a woman, Ellie?"
The beast looks first at Mylea, then at Avella, and then at Mylea's companions. Then it lets out a growl and bares its fangs at them. Its expression seems almost dismissive – or as dismissive as a a beast like it can be – as if it doesn't care about what they are saying. The beast growls again and its gray horns begin to darken from the bottom – ot seems to be preparing some new attack or trick – one they have not seen before. Spoiler: Sleep 1d100=92 Arthuria is not disturbed during the night and has a deep, restful sleep. She wakes up full of energy, ready to face a new day and the recruits she will be training (and anything else she might encounter). “Good morning, ser!” Vivian greets her when she sees her come down the stairs. “Would you like some breakfast?” “Acting? Me? What do you mean, miss?” Ellie keeps the innocent act and tilts her head slightly in fake confusion. Only her eyes reveal that she's amused by being called out. “Aren't I with a woman right now?” She pretends not to understand the question, but there's a slight smirk on her lips. “Would you like another beer, miss? Or is it time for me to escort you to your room?”
{Thank you for you consideration! I am very happy to end right before meeting the boss! } Ida frowned. Someone... probably a demon, was taking souls and bodies that should be hers through the right of conquest. And something big was making its way here... demons. She scowled. She was deprived of the bodies to raise and use as soldiers! Normal tactics would not work. "Eike! Powerful traps on entrance - then most powerful combat spells you have." She commanded. With a few moments at their disposal, the duo cast powerful trap spells on the entrance. Then as the presence came closer, Ida realised she could not hold back. Her mystic eye came to life, enhancing her vision. She felt her tattoos coming to life, moving over her body - she felt them as if they were real thorns bounding her... The feeling was both painful and pleasurable. She was excited as she felt power swell in her body. Her eye concentrated on the arrival. A green aura surrounded the bodies of two Necromancers. Ida used her eye to track the presence. She and Eike threw their hands forward, powerful spells leaving their hands, travelling into the cave - straight at the present they could feel... The spells left their hands - Death and decays would follow. There was only one truth. Everything dies.
Avella give up on tries to find anything to talk to with the beast. No, now it is time to act! Elven palading charge at beast, aiming her sword on beast horns, to cut them off. She doen't know what kind magic is this, but in their position they can't risk. "Everyone, back up!" She call to orc and lumber. As she was protected by armor and divinty bless of Everlight, she have highest chance to survive the unknown attack. In the worst, they won't get hit by that. "Everlight, please protect us!" She said fast pray, as she attacked with her sword beast horns, with all her mighty strengh what she hold.
Ooo~ Looks like I getta do both! "You're hard to shake, eh?" She finishes off her tankard and stands, grinning. "I'd love for you to lead me back up, Ellie." Lydia follows the "naive" woman to her room, admiring the view from behind as they ascend the stairs. She unlocks the room and steps inside before turning around to face her company. "How 'bout you come in and help me relax, hm? This cloak's a right pain to take off alone..." She feigns exasperation at the long, brown garment.
“Hmm? Did you say something?” Arissa asks, apparently not hearing what Komi said. “We usually sell finished potions, but we do have some ingredients. As for equipment, currently I have only a basic set available, but I expect to receive more in a few days. Is there anything in particular you're looking for, or would you like to see what I have and choose for yourself?” Arissa's indifferent expression is replaced by a polite smile as she looks at the potential customer in front of her. “Only if absolutely necessary.” Garlan smirks. Spoiler: Demonstration 1d100 = 70 Martial prowess: +30 Total: 100 “Impressive. You really are good, at least against a stationary target. Hopefully there will be no need for you to fight actual opponents.” Garlan comments as he moves closer to examine the poor dummy, then nods to himself, apparently satisfied with what he sees. “Alright, I think that's good enough. The job is yours. So let me tell you about your duties. Every afternoon, for four hours straight, you will train some of the recruits in using melee weapons such as spears, maces and axes. There's a sword fighting class right before yours, so occasionally you might have to wait a bit for them to finish, but that shouldn't be a problem. The pay is 25 Gil per training session, and you are free to use the training grounds during your free time if you want. What you do during your free time is no concern of mine, as long as you are able to be here the next day. If for some reason you won't be able to make it be sure to send a message ahead of time.” Garlan explains. “Any questions?” Ellie's hips sway seductively as she leads Lydia up the stairs, but the “innocent” woman acts as if she's unaware of it. “As you wish, miss.” She nods and enters the room, closing the door behind her. “Let me help you with your cloak... and let me know if there's anything else I can help you with, miss...” she adds as if it is just an innocent offer of assistance, but her eyes roam all over the archer's body, clearly expecting something.
Standing at ease as Garlen inspects the training dummy, Anton nods as he's given the job. "I have no problems with waiting, but I do have a question. Am I allowed to have students of my own? Let's say a villager, or even a new recruit is interested in more lessons. May I use the training grounds for that? Of course, while no other instructor is using it." He asked curiously, as he pondered the off chance someone approaches him for his services... or if he spots a "beautiful flower" among the recruits.
