It was when the priest decided to tell them exactly where the swords were that Ro-Man finally felt like he was going to be needed. A political leader of his caliber wouldn't be left unguarded, and assuredly these guards would only be the best and the strongest men available from the local stock. While the mysterious large flying reptilian species Minerva kept at her side seemed capable enough, the rest didn't seem as if they could take out an entire garrison of primitive warriors by themselves. He was going to be able to slaughter indiscriminately soon enough!
"If that is the case, then that will be our next stop on our journey," the mechagorilla said to the priest and the rest around him. He started ambling towards the door when he was reminded of proper social etiquette in this instance, and he turned back around. "I am not in ownership of any donatable materials, religious leader. The Ro-Man tribe...isn't the most economically viable geopolitical entity in this world."
Vampire Hunter
Sabrina, Port Ismenia Slums
"Indeed, we mean no harm," Sabrina smiled at the villager and pointed to Yu. "Yu here is an excellent fisherman and there was no way we would be able to carry the barrel of fish we caught with us in our travels now that we are on dry land."
"Better to feed those that need it than to let food just go to waste, right?" Sabrina asked the villager pointedly.
Wizard Needs Food Badly
Docks
Nitori had done nothing much since she demonstrated her superior technology to the satori. This Ismenia town seemed like an interesting place though. The annoying thing was that she had no idea how long they were to stay in this world, which in turn left her wondering what to do and if it was worthwhile. Didn't help her mood much either, for that matter.
She banished those thoughts to the back of her head when she saw Toph, shouting at the sea, of all things. Still, she might as well approach. Giving a little wave, she called out to Toph as she made her way over.
"What's going on Miss Toph?"
Conception is sin Birth is pain Life is toil Death is inevitable
"..." Tilting his head slightly to one side with his customary poker face at seeing all the armed elves appear to interrogate them on their charity, the grey-haired youth let his fellows explain their spin on things before opening his own mouth. "Like they said, we had too much fish and no money in this country. Also, we are doing this with motives in mind but not things so dirty as what you said. Simply put, we just need a bit of knowledge in exchange for the meal since getting something for free is not how the world works."
Continuing to portion out the simple meals to those that wanted it, the student focused his eyes onto the ringleader of the rogues' gallery. "How close are we to either of the two kings wielding the Swords of Light and Dark. Also where are they currently residing? We wish to offer our talents and we need to know who is the better alternative." A half-lie, but one way more believable than their own tale of moving up a magical Tower that existed outside of this reality.
The Mighty Pen
Kashira Lavellan - Port Ismenia - Temple
Kashira winced at the words of the priest, well-intentioned though they were, and looked away. For what seemed a long time, the weight of knowledge threatened to crush her. Maybe it's a good thing that these people have abandoned their gods. Ours brought us nothing but ruin and have never answered us since the Fall. Our gods slew one of their own. But what would people look to without them? Shaking off the weight once again, she straightened up and looked back at the priest, a fey light in her eyes and a determined smile on her face.
"Thank you, we may do just that," she said. "If you have a little time, though, I would know why your people's faith has waned and what prevents you from calling upon the god. And I hadn't heard magic was failing as well. How can that be? And how can I help?" And what if you can't? an insidious voice whispered. What if you have to leave them to wither to keep climbing the Tower? No, she snarled back at it, I will not! Not again. Not ever. Not while I draw breath.
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A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent upon arriving. -Lao Tzu
His entry into the town of Ismenia left The Kid feeling conflicted. Watching these elves going about their daily lives, talking, trading and or just moving quickly past, sent pangs of melancholy and comfort through him. Had it really been only a week or so since The Calamity? It felt far longer than that. And this sight, so novel to even the others in his group judging by their lack of reaction, left him standing almost stunned. Just to see so many living people in one place, a far cry from the ashen statues that had been all that remained of his own people; It left him aimless and adrift.
The teen began to just walk, held aloft by the sounds and sights of life. If it wasn't for their strange appearances, Kid could have easily mistaken it for part of Caelondia. He politely nodded to those who greeted him first, but otherwise just took everything in quietly. Soon, the area around him began to change and he found himself somewhere a bit more like he was used to. He must have wandered into the town's work and industry district, made pretty clear by the craftsmen and workers moving too and fro. A man with a large hammer working with wood brought a brief wonder of how his old friend
◊ was back home.
Moving on, The Kid soon came across a brewer and a thought struck him. Without access to the distillery, his current amount of spirits was very limited. But, if he was lucky, he might be able to find something similar here. Making the decision, the teen entered the building.
Port Ismenia - Shrine of the Swordmaster God
The blades that served as the holy icons of the shrine were simple blades, seemingly forged as if to be used as weapons in battle, but never sharpened. Enchantments had been placed upon them to add a visual effect; the blade of one of the swords shone with a soft golden light, while the other seemed clouded by a dark fog.
"Please do not worry about it, pilgrim," the old priest said to Ro-Man. "I know all too well that budgets are tight on a journey such as this, and for someone so far away from home as yourselves doubly so. I wish you luck in your endeavour to see the Sword of Light."
"Now, for your questions," he turned to Kashira. "The Swordmaster God has not shown himself since he first bestowed the twin blades to King Ilifaren, when the first elves wandered the barren wasteland after the War of the Gods and he lead the elves to the Lightwell and taught them to live off the land. There are those who say that he vanished after that, but all know that gods do not simply vanish. Indeed, are not the Gods of Light and Darkness still in this world, despite their demise at the hands of the Swordmaster God? No, when the Swordmaster God does not appear, it is simply because we have not done enough to solve our own predicament. And when you look at how the twin kings now wage war on each other instead of cooperating in this time of crisis, it is no small wonder."
"However, if the wood elves such as yourself has not yet felt the waning of magic, then perhaps it is not as bad as it seems. But in this realm of light, the magical energy of the land is getting weaker by the decade. The crops and livestock are getting weaker, as if the magic they absorb from the earth is fading, and the results are starting to show. Many elves do not receive the necessary magical energy to keep the natural longevity of our race, and age more rapidly now than ever before. The magicians of this kingdom grow less powerful, and the wildlife grow scarce in the fields and woodlands. Only the sea elves and those who live close enough to the capital to enjoy the waters of the Lightwell now gain enough to remain truly immortal. And the dark elves, of course, but elvenkind were not meant to dabble in what dark magic empowers them."
"I do not know if anyone can reverse this development, kind pilgrim. But were the twin blades to work in concert again, I am sure they could repair any ailment that troubles our kingdom and our peoples."
Port Ismenia - Southeast Slums
"Travellers carrying too much food and no money, huh? And looking for the kings, both of them even?"
At this, he turned to take a look at the crowd. Similar to what had happened at the refugee's camp, the effect of the distributed food was immediate. Color returned to the elves' skin and hair, in pale hues of browns and washed-out dark blues.
"Well, your food doesn't seem to be immediately poisoned, so I supposed I'll answer your questions for now, outlanders. I'm Jassin, and I protect this part of town from vultures and other criminals."
"You are not the first group of mercenaries coming here to join the war, though probably the weirdest. But I'd advise you to forget it. Aligels isn't taking in mercenaries, and if you want to join Letrael, he's on the other side of the battlefield. But Aligels is here in town, oh yes. He's staying at the White Sword Inn in the north part of town, with his whole retinue and everything."
Meanwhile, in an alley not too far away, the man in the alleyway looked Claw up and down.
"A sailor, you say...hm hmm...me? I am Alok, a magician's servant. And he's very curious about all the new mages and magical creatures that just arrived in town, yes indeed, and he has extended a gracious invitation to all of you. What do you say, foreign sailor? I'm sure it will be worth your time."
Port Ismenia - Emeraldwave Offices
"Okay, I'll let the caravan driver know," the receptionist said with a smile. "They'll be leaving from the North Gate at dawn tomorrow, so don't be late."
"Now, as for your accomodations...well, if you need a lot of storage, I think an inn near the East Gate is best. They have the biggest stables and warehouses. House Emeraldwave usually uses Wind of the Plain, it's pretty close to the gates. The food and drink there is pretty good, too."
Port Ismenia - Riverspark and Sons Brewery
Upon opening the door, the Kid would be greeted by a strong waft of yeast, hops and spices. Even in the shopfront, the scents and sounds of the brewery in the back came through the well-stocked shelves, which in turn were filled with all manner of fancy bottles. A few of the more conventional ones might be familiar to the Kid, but others seemed as fantastical as the powerful spirits of his homeworld yet entirely unknown to him. There was a crackle of energy in the air, like an electrical charge.
A young elf behind the counter was just polishing a bottle of bright green liquid when the Kid entered, and he carefully replaced it on the shelf before greeting the customer with a smile. His skin and hair were both a deep brown, but his eyes were a curious piercing green.
"Blessings of the fields, friend. How can I help you?"
Dark Elf Checkpoint
"Indeed, is it the right one?"
The swordbearer drew the sword from its scabbard, slowly revealing a simple but undoubtably superbly made sword.
"Be this the sword of gods, blade of kings? One half of power beyond measure, granted unto elvenkind to bring them salvation, the instrument of our rise to glory? Indeed, is this the blade you seek?"
The dark elf scanned the faces before him, studying their reaction.
"Let instead me ask you this. How would you, who have come this far from your homelands with the intent of infiltrating a country gearing for war for the sake of the Sword of Darkness, fail to recognize it if it was shown to you in such a manner?"
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The Mighty Pen
Kashira Lavellan - Port Ismenia - Temple
"Then," Kashira said, "We return to the question of how the kings split apart. I don't suppose you know anything about that? All we've heard is that they disagreed on how to solve the problem of overpopulation and that the dark elf king has found some solution while this realm has not. Do you have any records I might consult on the royal families, or previous users and uses of the swords? All the people I've spoken to have told me of their god-granted power, but I have yet to hear what they actually do. I would be willing to compensate the temple for the privilege, of course."
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent upon arriving. -Lao Tzu
D.Va - Port Ismenia Offices -> Shrine of the Swordmaster God
"Perfect! Glad we got all of that settled," D.Va said to the receptionist, turning around and walking away. She briefly turned her head around as she walked and shot a finger-gun and a smile at the elf. "And as a personal favor, just for you, you guys only have to pay us your standard guard price instead of a premium fee, isn't that awesome?""Come on kid, let's go," she added to Cassius as she stomped off towards the shrine, having recorded the guard's instructions to Reimu earlier.
D.Va - Port Ismenia Temple / Shrine of the Swordmaster God
"Great news everybody!" she announced as she walked into the Temple and saw some familiar faces. "I got us set up on a caravan heading to Acarian first thing tomorrow morning, isn't that awesome!?"
The Kid entry into the building was met with a mostly familiar sight. Though, he hadn't spent quite as much time in the Distillery on the Bastion as he had some of the other buildings, the sights, sounds and smells of it were enough to induce a small wave of homesickness. His eyes roved over the interior of the shop, taking in the variety of bottles laid out. Some were fairly simple, and likely held just standard spirits and drinks, while ones that seemed more in line with the fantastical designs of the spirits used on the Rippling Walls were also visible.
The white-haired teen made eye contact with the elf behind the counter, and pulled his scarf down away from his face to return the smile with a small one of his own. Approaching the counter, he spoke up. "Hello. I was curious as to what kind of spirits you have here, ones with more useful effects."
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Theron — Port Ismenia — Temple
Theron waited patiently at Kashira’s side while she conversed with the priest. He was, at heart, a hunter, not a hahren, despite his induction into the Grey Wardens.
Still, the newest bit of information the priest has divulged worried him. The elves of this place required magic to live properly? It seemed that this world’s magic was clearly unlike his own. Theron certainly hoped that it was the case, since otherwise it meant that each and every person they’ve encountered so far was an abomination waiting to happen.
The Grey Warden sighed and crossed his arms, looking around for someone else to talk to; he didn’t want to interrupt Kashira’s interrogation of the priest, but he did have a few questions he wanted answered.
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Emiya; Port Ismenia Docks - Or, Delaying Toph
Toph doesn't hear anything for two seconds. She doesn't smell anything, except salt and guano and old wood. She doesn't even ping anything with her seismic sense.
Then there's a crack like a sprung ballista, hard and fast enough to dig into the side of the dock, and instinctively, she knows that it's a sword.
No. Two swords, stuck in the wharf wall like hooks in ice. Twins. She can feel them, crescent blades like the moon on water, and through them the prickly man, all flat hair and dripping cloak and muscled arms, right down into the water where his shape gets murky.
Which would be fine, maybe cause for a whistle, if he were just hanging there. He isn't. He's vaulting, heaving himself off his handholds with far more strength than anyone has any right to, and as his fingers lift off the hilts he disappears.
Six longswords blink into her seismic sense, already streaking, like a shower of needles from a magician's hat. They thud into the ground around her, stick, and stay.
The prickly man lands on one knee. She'd have felt him in the air if he was wearing any metal, but he isn't. Those fake abs he has on are made of something that doesn't exist yet - at least, not in Republic City. Maybe not even in her world.
The man gets up. She can't feel it, but he probably has that cutting eyebrow raised.
"If you wanted to drown me," he says, "you should have walked away and let it happen. If you didn't really want me to die, then you shouldn't have pushed me in. Either way, that was completely moronic."
The longswords feel fragile, somehow. Like the only thing keeping them around is the man's prickly will, and if she tries to bend them they'll snap.
"Still," he says caustically, "seeing as you can't swim, I guess none of that matters. You're lucky I'm in a good mood. I tend to take these things a bit more seriously. What's your name, Ms. Murderer?"
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Stop Killing My Titles
Slums
Claw frowned as he looked at the self-proclaimed magician's servant. A local spellcaster was certainly a well-informed individual. Perhaps he could question him for details on the swords - mostly which one was more powerful - or the kings themselves - mostly which one was the more unhinged of the two.
But, of course, there was an equal chance that he was going to be captured and experimented upon with nobody in his group the wiser. The notion that the brat in the golem could accomplish anything of worth while he just makes a laughingstock of himself was really hurting his pride.
"Let's say I trust you." He murmured, eyeing the elf carefully. "When would your Master want to meet us?"
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Docks
When Nitori came back, Toph quickly thought of a way to sum things up in a manner which wouldn't damage that girl's mind- or her image of her. "I think I drowned someone." She said, rubbing her chin and staring intently at the water, although that was just about as useful as staring at anything, really.
Which is why she barely moved her eyes when Emiya made that showy display- partly because, again, no real use for her eyes, and partly because she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of surprising him. Now all she had to do was deliver a second lie. "One, my name is Toph. Two, ha-ha, joke's on you, I can swim."
Shrine of the Swordmaster God
"Diva used her negotiation skills," Cassius proudly repeated, acting as a proto-hype man as he clapped his hand as a way to create a loud clack. "And I wish I had something to hit on! Probably a tambourine. You think there's an instrument shop somewhere out there?"
Nitori - Docks
Nitori blinked once, wondering if she had heard correctly.
"You never seemed the type to do that," the kappa said. "Though I guess people change."
When a man proceeded to pull himself out of the water though, Nitori could only shake her head. How disappointing, though really that was her fault for expecting more of a human, a crippled one at that. She ignored the posturing itself, in favour of addressing the most important point.
"Looks like you need more practise though. Don't worry, I can give lessons for a reasonable fare."
edited 7th Sep '16 9:06:23 PM by joergenjetsam
Conception is sin Birth is pain Life is toil Death is inevitable
Checkpoint
If I told you you wouldn't believe me.
-Not the best of comebacks, but maybe one of the others will come up with a plan.-
I don't suppose you'd let us make sure for ourselves?
While the king spoke to whoever was outside, Gaige hid in the truck, aided by her small size. It quickly became clear to her this guy was the guy they were after. A peak over the door reveled he was a Dark Elf. Unquestionably one of the most evil of all forms of elves, it was all but unanimously agreed on in every Bunkers and Badassess discussion she'd ever been in. Thus, she quickly figured out the correct response to him. She hopped up, yanking an assault rifle out of her SDU, and aimed and fired a salvo of flaming rounds right at his skull.
"Elves suck, dwarves rule, get wrecked, noob!" She yelled as she fired.
Port Ismenia - Shrine of the Swordmaster God
"Little is known of what caused the falling out between the twin kings," the old priest explained. "But it is believed to be connected to a proposed solution to the overpopulation problem. I do not like to deal in gossip, so I shall instead describe the central events that are known to be true. Three years before King Letrael's departure, him and his brother had announced that King Letrael would be leading a team of the most powerful magicians in the realm to do research on the Lightspring and the population issue. After more than two years, it was expected that they would present their findings to King Aligels, but somehow this resulted in a great argument between the two kings. The following year, the palace was in something of an uproar, and little is known of what happened inside the palace walls. Until one day, King Letrael took the Blade of Shadows and the researchers most loyal to him, and left the capital in a hurry. Anything else, I know too little about to be able to confirm or deny."
He shot a look over at Reimu, who had sat down on the floor by the holy symbols and seemed to be deep in meditation.
"And I am afraid I do not know of any such records of which you speak. For information of that kind, you would have to travel to the capital. The palace library is probably closed to the public because of the war, but the library of the Great Temple to the Swordmaster God or one of the Magicians' Guilds may have records of it. The true power of the twin blades has not been unleashed since the Swordmaster God himself last walked among us, because it would break the world if used improperly. But there have been studies done on them to verify their fabled power, but I do not know where you might find the results of them today."
Port Ismenia - Riverspark & Sons Brewery
"You mean aside from perking you up and creating a good time?" The shopkeeper laughed. "I kid, I kid. You're in the right place, my friend."
He motioned to the shelves.
"As one of the best breweries in the city, we create the most potent magical brews in the area from only the best of ingredients. From the simple magic potion to pick you up in the morning or healing potions, to potent brews that will make you like a god reincarnated for a moment. But you, friend, you look like the more utilitarian type. You're not just looking for nightcap, eh?"
The shopkeeper grinned and reached for a few bottles from high atop a shelf.
"Here we go! This is from a collection of ours that we call "Around the Campfire", a set of brews intended for the intrepid adventurer. Basically, it manipulates your inherent magical powers so that it gives you beneficial effects. We have protection against various elements, and brews that enhance your strength, stamina or dexterity."
He left the set on the counter, then reached into a different shelf for some smaller dark bottles.
"Of course, if you want some of the more, ah, aggressive ones, we've got the Dark Night collection over here. Temporary barriers, lightning-elemental shocks from your fingertips, surprise fireball, steelskin, anything you might want to feel safe from bandits or similar while on the road or passing through a dark alley."
"What do you say, friend? Any of this to your liking, or are you looking for something more in particular?"
Port Ismenia - Slum Alleyway
"Oh, right away, right away!" The magician's servant said excitedly, piercing eyes boring into Claw's. "Yes, yes, my master does not like to waste time."
Dark Elf Checkpoint
The elven noble laughed at Toph's words, as if it was a good joke.
"Ahah, no, I am afraid that's not an option-"
Whatever he was meaning to go on saying would be of merely historical value as the salvo of burning ammo came blazing for his skull. The first bullet hit what seemed to be a magical shield, which was shattered by the second bullet. The third bullet grazed his temple, which made him cry out in pain, and chaos ensued.
What happened first was that every soldier present reached for their weapon, as their superior officers looked to their king for orders. One of the robed men behind the king pointed at the Climbers, and without hesitation gave the order:
"KILL THEM!"
Immediately, the frontmost elves charged in, brandishing short spears and wide shields. These were lightly armoured, but their initial charge was furious and violent. Behind them and in the watchtowers, longbowmen prepared for a volley of arrows, awaiting the order. And besides the two hooded mages who were busy getting the king to safety, every other cloaked elf in the area were suddenly deep in concentration and the air crackled with magic power.
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Glory to Arachnos
Scorch-Checkpoint.
"Uh oh. I sense violence in our near future."
And Scorch was quite definitely right, as one of his fellow climbers pulled out a slugthrower and started firing at the pre-spaceflight alien, her shots being deflected by what he assumed was some kind of PSG, and now they were being attacked by them.
"Well. So much for peace."
Scorch pulled out his DC-17M blaster rifle , before immediately swapping the blaster attachment for the anti-armor attachment. He then immediately fired a dumb-fire grenade launched aimed at one of the watchtowers, intending to demolish it down.
edited 11th Sep '16 12:35:39 PM by Darkomega245
-Spider Lizard Noises-
"Oh come on! What kind of a wimpy king are you?" Gaige whined as she ducked back into the truck and reached for the gear shift. "You can't just give a badass speech like that, all but say "Come at me bro", then turn around and run as soon as someone shoots at you! That's not how you do things!"
Gaige finished shifting the car into drive and adjusted herself in the seat properly. She looked backward. "Alright, everyone in the backseat, hold on tight, this is going to be a bumpy ride!" Then she stomped on the pedal, smashing it to the floor as she turned to chase down the fleeing king and his robed goons, aiming for the easiest solution to this problem, that being running the king down and more or less flattening him under the robot truck.
edited 11th Sep '16 2:48:19 PM by Meanken
Sayaka Miki- Dark elves, Checkpoints, Keys and Kings
A hand reached up and patted the Doctor on the shoulder. It was Sayaka- emerging from her watchful silence. The Magical girl spoke, a rueful smirk on her face:
"Sorry for wasting your efforts; you did good. But it didn't look like we were coming out of this without a fight anyway."
Sayaka undid the butterfly knot underneath her hood and allowed the heavy green cloak to fall to the ground. The cloth fluttered away, revealing something a bit more nineteenth century, a bit gothic, and made mostly of leather; a blue soul gem hung from her neck, dyeing the silver necklace blue. Reaching up, Sayaka clasped the soul gem with both hands, fingers intertwining in faux meditation.
"Stand back Doc, this might get messy." No sooner had the magical girl spoken, did her soul gem begin to glow. the glow got brighter and brighter until it crescendoed into a blaze of blue that saturated the clearing. When the light faded, Sayaka stood sword in hand and cape fluttering proudly in the chily breeze. Sweeping her eyes over the incoming elves, she could not help but smile to herself. Battle to her was water to fish; to draw her blade was to draw breath. After drifting for so long through the multiverse, the only real home she had found for herself was on the battlefield. It was a terrible home. She hated it.
The first dark elf reached her, spear upheld. Perhaps he thought it would be an easy kill- he was fighting a girl after all and she looked barely out of her teens. Then Sayaka moved and the earth beneath her feet cracked under the pressure. The massive blade, hefted by a gilded handle, swung through the air in a single arc to intercept the spear thrust. So swift and terrible was the stroke that the elven spear splintered in two, it's polished length shattered under the strength of Sayaka's blow.
The great gilded sword swung back, twirling around Sayaka's hand as if attached by some invisible magnet. The magical girl stared down the incoming soldiers, sword in garceful orbit around her body.
"Next." She said.
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Checkpoint
-Cursing at her teammates' idiocy, on par with the more boneheaded Sifurites, Toph waves her arms in a wide circle, feeling the earth around her and the people on it.-
- The charging spearmen are the biggest threat. Sensing so many metal points around her, Toph envelops them in her mind, detecting the impurities within, and tries forcing them to bend back to lie flat along the haft, starting with the closest.-
Stop Killing My Titles
Slums
That smelled like a trap, alright.
"...fine then." Nobody said Claw would ultimately heed his better instincts. This could very well be what they needed. While others were getting mundane knowledge - what were the kings like, where could they be - he could try asking for more elusive things, like which sword is the stronger of the two. For some reason, that thought wasn't leaving him.
"Lead the way, lad." The pirate agreed with a nod, his own eyes piercing right back into him.
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The Mighty Pen
Kashira Lavellan - Port Ismenia - Temple
Kashira restrained a disappointed sigh. Much as I feared. The scene of the crime, or whatever it was that happened, has to have the answers. Servants at the palace, researchers who didn't leave with the dark elven king, sealed archives, the information we need is there. Of course, the king was right here in the city, but a mage of no particular status seeking audience over an intensely secret matter? She wasn't the Inquisitor here, and while for the most part, it was a relief to get out from the responsibility, she was beginning to miss the authority that came with it.
"Well, that's still more than I knew before," she said to the priest, "Thank you for your time. I suppose I'll have to make the journey to the capital, if I can." She glanced to Theron, waiting patiently at her side. "I'm sorry, did you want to ask any questions while we're here?"
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent upon arriving. -Lao Tzu
Shiroe - Port Ismenia Slums - "Why the hell would we be a cult?"
"We're not a cult or anything, relax," Shiroe replied calmly, raising one hand to calm the villager...or at least try to, "-we're just travelers trying to help people along the way we have to travel to get home."
He used the other hand, however, to lid the pot, before sticking his hand under the lid. Closing his eyes and taking a breath, he sighed.
"Electrical Fuzz!"
A loud buzzing sound rattled from within the pot as Shiroe removed his hand from the pot and tightly held the lid down on the pot. For that, he used both hands, done with holding his hand up at the villager. Eventually it stopped and Shiroe lifted the lid, revealing perfectly cooked fish. He looked relieved that it had actually looked, before looking to Yu and tilting his head. He then thoughtfully recalled that he still had his magic bag from Elder Tale...did it have any ingredients? Frowning, he began checking through said bag, then smiled in relief. Even though he noticed the bag was considerably...smaller and a bit more empty than last he checked, it still had what he needed. And for that sake, he did not complain.
Pulling out various vegetables, as well as a small knife and cutting board, he began cutting mass amounts of vegetables in with the fish.
"...I can't believe that in all the confusion, I forgot I had this bag. Not to worry everyone, I'll have a hearty meal for all of you in no time."
//Its okay Shiroe I forgot you had it too—-
And in this heart, our bond cannot break. From here to the end and back again I will stand sharp. The light in me will guide you home...