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Post by Elvira, Wandering Cleric on Jan 21, 2024 5:30:31 GMT -5
Elvira wasn't exactly sure what drew her towards the new village of Hearthside, but she trudged along the path regardless. Rather than watching the path ahead, her eyes were focused on the new tones on her skin. A swirling dark purple reminiscent of wisps of smoke crept up her arms and onto her torso. She brushed a bit of her hair into her view and stared upon the pale white hues, only noting a few streaks of the dark gray that was natural to her. Thus was the consequences of bonding with a celestial being, but she did not feel regret for the decision. In fact, she felt calmer, as if all was right for the time being. At least, that was in her life. The celestial being inside her seemed to... squirm? She wasn't exactly sure what to make of it, but she picked up the pace on the road to Hearthside. This being was clearly aiming to tell her something, and it seemed to calm as she quickened her step. Approaching Hearthside, she pulled down the sleeves of her white blouse to cover her arms. Her outfit for the day was her favorite so far, a white blouse, a triangular hooded shawl (the hood was currently down as she approached the village), and leather leggings and boots. They gave her mobility and style, on top of being nondescript. Suddenly, she she was struck with the scents of a village born anew. The aroma of bakeries and sawmills filled the air, the strong scent of bread baking and the subtle scent of Charon's woods mixing to form a rather enjoyable scent, one that reminded Elvira of fond memories within her childhood. The celestial squirms again, causing her to realize she had frozen in the street. Walking once more, she enters the village and decides to look around in an attempt to find what had drawn her here. Soon, she finds someone she decided was viable to talk with, one who might know the goings-on of the village. As she approached the adventurer, she noted the red horns protruding from their head and the goggles covered in soot. With a gentle smile across her face, she addressed the shorter adventurer. "Greetings, heldo!1 My name is Elvira, I am a wandering healer. I have traveled across Charon in search of those requiring aid, and my path has drawn me to this village. Are you, or the people of this village, in need of any aid?"
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Quest Name: Raiders on the Storm
Participants: Two or more
Location: Dragon's Cradle (Hearthside)
Post Requirements: 5 posts per person, 200 words per post
Reward:
Non-Residents: +1 Renown
Residents: +2 Renown, 1 Mystical Archive Ticket (Mystical Archive Tickets are awarded per Player)
Description:
Hearthside is under attack by a large group of Storm Raiders, and you are needed to help fend off the attack. A group of 50 raiders, armed to the teeth, have stormed across the open fields and are now descending on the village. Their goal is to completely raze it to the ground. Locals have taken up arms and are doing their best to protect the village, but they need help.
Stand with those who call this place home and help by killing five master level raiders, giving them any skills or abilities you would like. Fighting is just one side of the help needed, however - as those who can't fight need protecting, as well as the newly constructed buildings which are the target of torches and fire pyres.
Dorn, the group's leader, is not with the initial raiding party, but has recently been spotted. The worry is that this may be the first of many groups prepared to attack. We must do everything we can to defend this place and not let it fall to the Storm Raiders.
Special Requirements: You must kill five Storm Raiders in defense of Hearthside. These enemies are considered Master level threats and the skills and abilities you select must be roleplayed accordingly.
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Post by Lady Astrid Stormstone on Jan 21, 2024 18:39:58 GMT -5
Since its first settlers decided that Hearthside is the place to go, Astrid has spent a lot of her free time in the village helping with construction. Outside of everything else she has going on, it’s become a bit of a project that she gets to focus on, which helps her stay focused and not think much of, well, the everything else. The problem is, she’s heard stirrings from folks traveling into the village that they’ve spotted evidence of raiders on the roads, and she knows there have been a few missed deliveries. A new village is a prime target for the raiders.
With the air having shifted and a feeling in her shoulders she can’t shake, Astrid pulls herself away from the enjoyable construction and smithing that she’s been doing to think more about going on a patrol. Suiting up takes her no time at all, and the half-dwarf does a check over to see if anyone else needs her before she gets ready to go. It’s about this time that a new face approaches her and calls out. Astrid turns her attention in Elvira’s direction, trying to let the concerned furrow to her brow fade into a friendly smile.
“Oh, hiya. Welcome ta Hearthside, Miss Elvira. I’m Astrid Stormstone.” Astrid offers a hand clad in bright red leather gauntlets with flames tooled into the surface to shake. “We’ve got a few minor injuries around here an’ not a lot a’ healers, so I’m sure folks will appreciate the help. Ya can find ‘em over the–”
A thunderous roar echoes across the village, shaking shutters and knees alike. It is deep, like the bellow of a dragon, but with an air of shrill throat vibrations indicative of a drake. Big Frizole.[1] Astrid suddenly whips her head in the direction of her massive white drake whose head towers above the short roofs of Hearthside. It’s taken many visits for the locals to get used to the large creature, so for him to let out a warning cry that strikes fear into the hearts of everyone in the village means that something is very, very wrong.
Without breaking off her conversation properly, Astrid rushes down the street, her feet stepping on the very wind itself[2] to lift her into the air for a better look. That’s when she sees in the distance a black mass of men on horses against a cloud of dust. Above them fly other creatures, and behind them, two large lumbering giants follow with nets full of boulders for flinging.
Storm Raiders.
The village flies into a panic while Astrid falls back to the ground and looks at the newcomer with a serious expression. “Elvira, yer skills are gonna be needed. Can ya fight?”
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Post by Elvira, Wandering Cleric on Jan 22, 2024 6:59:25 GMT -5
Elvira takes Astrid's hand in both of hers and bows as she shakes it. Internally, she can't help but wonder about Astrid's age. Was she a child, or a dwarf? Surely she couldn't be both... right? She smiled regardless, these dire questions would be answered later. At least, that's what she assumed, until the smile on her face was quickly wiped away by roaring call of a drake. Instinctively, she startles away from the sound. Picking up on Astrid's movements, however, she runs just a few feet behind the small adventurer.
“Elvira, yer skills are gonna be needed. Can ya fight?”
With a confident nod, she pulls out her longbow, quickly nocking an arrow as the wood of each glow with a holy energy. "I'll be right behind you, keeping an eye on you. Try not to get too messed up, yeah?"
The Raiders approach quickly, bringing themselves into Elvira's range. The thin woman somehow easily draws back this massive bow with ease and lets an arrow fly, watching as it streaks across the long distance with a bright light. She had clearly underestimated the raiders, however, as the man she had aimed at easily deflected this arrow with a swing of his sword. A few of the villagers had fired their makeshift bows, mostly to the same result
"Plan B it is," she states, pulling out her scimitar. The beautiful steel blade, which was also glowing with a holy power, contrasts with the deep black wrap on the rich reddish-brown handle. "Lead the way, Miss Stormstone, and grace the battlefield with your presence!"
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Post by Lady Astrid Stormstone on Jan 28, 2024 3:39:57 GMT -5
Seeing Elvira ready almost immediately, some lick of concern melts away from Astrid’s face and is replaced with a slightly sideways grin. “Won’t be me needin’ the healin’ if I have anythin’ ta say about it.” Holding her hand out behind her, a war hammer nearly as tall as Astrid and seemingly made of ice manifests in her hand.[1,2] She watches the hail of arrows raining toward the Raiders to little effect.
“I think we’re gonna need a bit more firepower,” she says simply. Holding her cloak out, Astrid makes as if she’s reaching into a satchel for something, but rather than pulling out something that could fit in her hand, she pulls an eight-foot-tall metal golem[3] from a pocket dimension.[4] “Let’s go, Butty!” Astrid slaps the golem, and glowing runes alight on its surface, sending it into a combattant state[5] rather than a passive and somewhat confused lumbering mass of metal. It immediately charges forward, activating a rune that covers its surface in lightning.[6]
“Right, so that’s Buttfellow, an’ the big white drake is Big Frizole.”
As if on cue, the drake roars again and spews an icy breath across the village entrance, sending the Storm Raiders scattering like marbles to find a way inside.
“Anyway, let’s get to it, yeah?” Then Astrid charges ahead.
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Post by Elvira, Wandering Cleric on Jan 29, 2024 16:29:06 GMT -5
As the two charged forward, Elvira couldn't help but marvel at this girl. "She has so much cool stuff," she thought. She looked back at the drake, marveling at the beauty of such a creature. Perhaps she marveled too long, because when she turned back she had found herself just a few feet from a raider with a halberd poised to strike her. As he swung, she slid to dodge it and flung her blade upwards, crashing it into his ribs. She then powered upwards with her shoulder to knock him back.
Two more of the Storm Raiders close in on her, with the original taking a step back to recover. She takes a few steps to her left, trying to get closer to Astrid to make sure they do not get separated. Looking off to her right, however, she sees a villager get slain by a larger member of the Raiders. With a sense of rage filling her body, her left hand begins to glow with a purifying light. She lets out a loud yell and flings this energy towards the man who slayed the villager, fiery eyes staring him down as it arcs and crackles through the air. The bolt grows to about the size of a spear and strikes the man in the head, knocking him over.
With a touch of venom in her voice, she calls to the girl. "Astrid, we need to come up with ideas! These guys are not going to hold back!"
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Post by Lady Astrid Stormstone on Jan 29, 2024 21:07:24 GMT -5
Fighting breaks out, and Astrid is immediately laser focused on two things: protect the village and drive out the attackers. As small as she is compared to the mercenary raiders rushing into town, Astrid sure is a fast little bugger. What’s more, each movement she makes seems to create the illusion of her shifting through time[1] with after images following and preceding each motion. Because of this, she manages to dodge the swipe of the raider with the halberd, which she figures Elvria can handle while she charges ahead.
Hefting her war hammer as if it were weightless, Astrid sends it sailing through the air at just the right angle that when it strikes one of the raiders, it ricochets off and strikes another in the chest.[2] Frost burns them each at the site of the impact, eating at their armor while the lightning leaps through the gaps, making their movements difficult. At least it slows them long enough for Buttfellow to rush both of them and slam each raider with his giant metal fists also dancing with lightning, delivering another shock to them each while rattling their systems with the pure strength behind his hulking size. A grunt rushes the golem with a club in hand, but the minute the weapon makes contact with the golem, electricity zaps and stings him enough to drop his weapon.[3] Buttfellow spins around slowly like a lumbering giant and bonks him on the head.
A streak of energy flies past Astrid and blasts a particularly large raider in the head, which catches Astrid’s attention. She sees the last seconds of the villager falling and pauses for a moment.
No, this is no time to freeze up! Take him out!
“The only idea ya need is the idea a' winnin'!” Astrid shouts, recalling her hammer into her hand.[4] “We ain’t holdin’ back either!” Lightning starts to gather around Astrid’s form when she hears the voice of a particularly well-armored raider.
“Well, well, if it ain’t lil’ Miss Stormstone!” the voice, gravely and deep but commanding in presence, laughs. The man holds his arms wide as he chuckles, the spiked pauldrons on his shoulders shaking as he does. Given the man’s height, he is most assuredly a half-giant, and given the war paint on his armor, he could very well be the raid leader. “I wondered when next we’d run int’ the likes of you again. Too busy workin’ in villages t’ give a lil’ ol’ raidin’ part the time of day anymore?”
As his grunts rush past and fire a wave of flaming arrows deeper into the village, he seems to revel in the chaos, looking around at it all. Then he spots one of his men on the ground struggling to stand after a holy bolt to the face. Behind his faceplate, it’s obvious his face scrunches up as he spots the source: Elvira.
“Got a new partner, I see, y’ did. Don’t matter much t’ me.” Raising his hand to meet the height of his head, he snaps his fingers then points toward Astrid and Elvira. “Focus on these two, would ya boys? They’re the most troublesome of the lot, they are. Give ‘em a good distraction while we do the pillagin’ yea?” As he turns to leave his stronger raiders to hassle the girls, a bolt of lightning strikes him in the back.[5] With a startled and pained shout, the leader stumbles forward. Lucky for him, his armor absorbed the hit, but that doesn’t make him any less angry to see a smug-looking child’s finger crackling with the last indications of spellcasting. “You little brat. Fine, I’ll be a part of this too then.”
1. Diplopic Phantom Plate 2. Resounding Rebound 3. Buttfellow - Lightning Armor [post 2/3] 4. Spellblade - Always There 5. Lightning Bolt (+1 charge Electrical Surge)
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Post by Elvira, Wandering Cleric on Feb 2, 2024 16:15:05 GMT -5
Seeing the large, brutish man angered by both her own actions and that of Astrid, Elvira shakes her head with a smile. "Well, this is as good a time as any, hmm?"
Stabbing the blade into the soft ground, she begins to glow with a holy energy. The brilliant light glows brighter and brighter until it was just barely below a blinding level. Suddenly, the light splits from her body and forms itself into an angelic being. She looks up with a smirk and grabs the blade out of the ground, pointing it at the raid leader. As she does so, the being forms another beam of pure light energy and fires it with blinding speed at the man, striking him directly in the chest and shattering the cuirass he wore.P1,P2
As he angrily yells, Elvira smirks and focuses on the grunts around the two. A man with a longsword raises it into the air for a downwards strike, which only makes her smile. "Just like emmë L1 taught me," she thinks to herself. She holds her scimitar diagonally, the tip facing down to the left, and braces it against her forearm.
What she hadn't considered, however, was the man charging in just out of sight to her left with fighting sticks swinging a hard, heavy blow to her ribs. As she recoils from the hit, the longsword raided takes a wild swing from his right hip that connects with her left bicep, tearing into the muscle.
With a pained and angered growl, she curses through gritted teeth. "Alright, kuu'dattor,L2 let's even this out a bit!"
Her left hand fills with a dark energy as she balls her fist. She drops to one knee and opens her hand, causing the energy to crash into the the ground and spill out in all directions.P3 Those closer to her got launched while set ablaze with a black fire. The ones further from her simply were pushed back and received a bit of the burning from the darkened wave of energy. The two who had landed strikes on her were gravely wounded and set ablaze.
Seeing this only angered the raid boss, who began to charge in despite his lack of chest armor.
P1: Summon Light Elemental (Post 1/3) P2: Purity Bolt (Fired from Elemental) P3: Death Wave
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Post by Lady Astrid Stormstone on Feb 2, 2024 17:39:48 GMT -5
Whipping out her second, smaller hammer from her belt, one wreathed with icy energy but not appearing as a weapon of ice itself like her larger hammer,[1] Astrid flings it hard at the approaching, weaponless brute of the bunch that is nearly twice as tall as her. It hits him in the thigh, leaving a nasty bruise and icing over from the magic before falling to the ground.[1a] She quickly snags the cord attached between her hammer and cuirass and pulls yanks it back before the man can make a grab for it.[2]
With a blast of light magic strong enough to break through the leader’s cuirass, Astrid’s expression is no less than impressed. Seems like Elvira is going to be a good partner in this fight. Though, the kid’s expression drops when she realizes Elvira is getting hit and for some reason does not have any armor on. This distresses Astrid because while Elvira is the adult who probably thinks they need to protect her, Astrid is the tiny walking armory of the situation. This just reminds her of the time Kvasir got eaten by bugs to save her for literally no reason, and that situation led to an unfortunate meeting with Morrigan Moonweaver. She does not want to repeat that kind of experience.
Astrid spins around and points her war hammer at Elvira, releasing a blast of golden energy that envelops the cleric with protective light.[3] “Okay, now ya can get yerself–”
The unarmed raider rushes forward and decks Astrid in the head, crunching the metal of her helmet and dazing her just enough to follow up with multiple strikes to the rest of her body. With his skills, he is able to deliver a series of six consecutive blows, crunching Astrid’s cuirass and the padding beneath it, as well as ruining her gauntlets and greaves.[3] As he steps back, satisfied with the quickness he delivered her blows, his expression drops. The armor’s magic couldn’t keep up, and now it’s ready to release.
Spiked tendrils of magic lash out from Astrid’s armor. Once, twice, and the third time exploding out into a thicket of phantasmal thorns that fire out in all directions, shredding through the enemies’ initial defenses and leaving some of them vulnerable to another attack. The unfortunate unarmed and unarmored raider catches the brunt of it and gets blasted back and knocked unconscious.[3a]
Astrid stands in the middle of the phantom briar patch huffing with a little bit of anxious energy. It’s been a while since her armor’s been totally wrecked like that, and never so quickly. With a nervous smile, she decides to put the destroyed armor away and shrug her shoulders.[5] “Well, ain’t no use fer that right now,” she says lightheartedly.
Buttfellow isn’t happy seeing his person get wailed on and lets out this strange, pitchy battlecry. With the last of the lightning magic sparking off his person, he charges into the last two upright raiders, being the leader and one that has a spellbook on their person, and attempts to punch them each with his lightning fists.[6]
1. Battle hammer - silvered, ice rune 2. Weapon tether 3. Helmet, gauntlets, greaves, cuirass, padding hit preventions all lost 4. BRIAR SHROUD, BABEY 5. Armor locket 6. Lightning Armor [post 3/3], master blunt
Raiders: Leader - Master armor + whatever else Grunts - master fire, master blade, master blunt, master unarmed Unarmed guy: 1a. no armor, 1 minor wound taken 2a. Two Piece, Cyran’s haunting blade + Double strike fist enchantments 3a. More minor wounds taken from Briar Shroud so he’s asleep now.
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Post by Elvira, Wandering Cleric on Feb 3, 2024 22:16:50 GMT -5
Seeing Astrid take so many punches not only enraged Buttfellow, but the cleric also. The loud, thundering BOOM of Buttfellow's fist crashing down onto the two men should have signaled the end of the fight, but somehow, someway, the men had dodged and begun their charge to the smaller of the two. Having none of this, Elvira quickly released a golden energy, allowing the magic to wash over herself and heal her torn arm. Rather than take the time to sheathe her blade, she stabbed it once more into the ground and pulled her beautiful, ornate bow off of her back. The inscriptions of both holy and fiery runes began to glow as the energy of the weapon's bearer flowed into the carved and painted Moongladian wood. Drawing back on the weapon, her arrow glowed brighter and brighter with each centimeter she pulled while the wood of the bow flexed at a rather surprising angle. She releases, allowing the tension of the flexed wood to fire the arrow at breakneck speeds, streaking across the battlefield with deadly force. SCHTICK!
The arrow struck true, crashing through the skull of the closer man, the raid leader in this case, and nearly falling out the other side. This left the one with the spellbook, a single man against the two women (and golem) who had defeated the entire army he had been a part of.
Elvira gathered the sword and began to pace towards him with menace in her eye. The man began a last-ditch attempt at escape. He began to whisper. It was that spell. The one which had caused Elvira madness not-too-long ago. The madness that had her attempt to kill her lover.
Of course, he could not have known. It was unfortunate for him, in truth, as he had invoked her rage now. Before the spell could get off, Elvira made a dash towards him. Dark claws formed at her free hand, the same dark claws which she had attacked her lover with. These now found their way into his chest, driving into the lungs of the man. "If he wishes to whisper madness into my mind, I will take his air," she thought to herself. She lowers him carefully to the ground, leaving him gasping for air as she pulls the claws out. She cared for this man no longer, her mind instead wandered to her new companion who she had witnessed take a rather hefty beating.
"Are you alright, Miss Stormstone?" Her voice was almost cheery, though the hint of adrenaline-filled venom still remained. She grabs out a cloth and begins wiping the blood from her hands, face, shoulder, and blade. "That was... that was actually strangely fun? Of course, I find unnecessary death a shame, but... oh whatever! Do you do this often? I might do well to stick around you, you fight with the fury of... well... the fury of a raging storm, just as your namesake implies!"
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Post by Lady Astrid Stormstone on Feb 3, 2024 23:05:34 GMT -5
With all her armor too damaged to really do her any good, Astrid starts to consider how to keep herself from getting too much more banged up. It isn’t that getting a few scratches here and there really bothers her at all. She has plenty of scars, so a few more doesn’t really bother her. But the raiders are dangerous, and being overconfident is what got her armor banged up in the first place. Plus that guy just was… Holy moly, he was really fast with those punches.
Yet somehow, in a split second or ten, Elvria shows a blistering rage that completely takes down the last two of the goons, including straight up killing the raid leader. Astrid blinks, her shoulders relaxing with the imminent danger largely being handled. In the distance, she hears the surprised shriek of a raider getting flung into the air by Big Frizole and snapped up into his maw as an afternoon snack. Her drake is likely going to need some attention, but she can deal with that later.
When Elvira turns back to Astrid with a smile, cheery voice, and blood splattered on her face, Astrid wonders if this is how people see her when she does the same thing at times. The half-dwarf blinks then sets her hammer over her shoulder. “Aye, I’m alright. Nary a scratch thanks ta me armor, but it were a close call fer sure. How about you? Are ya…? Well…?” Astrid trails off. She’s fine. All the cuts and bruises are healed from the magic, so no worry there.
“Well, I don’t try ta pick fights with bands a’ raiders, but they had it comin’ if I’m bein’ rightly honest.” With the toe of her boot, she kicks at one of the unconscious goons. “I don’t really feel like I got a chance ta do much a’ anythin’ between you an’ Buttfellow an’ me armor’s ability. That shroud’s a handy thing, I tell ya. That’s the first time I got ta test it in real time, an’ I’d say it saved me behind from more of a beatin’.”
Looking around at the village, it seems like a good amount of the raiders have either been fended off, frightened off, or knocked out by Big Frizole and the small militia that are ready to defend their new homes. “Looks like stuff’s calmin’ down, though. I’m sure folks are gonna need some healin’ if ya still have anythin’ ta offer. I’ll do a sweep an’ meet ya back in the middle!” Then Astrid opens a pair of wings from beneath her cloak[1], a strange half mix of a bird’s and bat’s, and takes off into the air to round up villagers and captured raiders alike.
Buttfellow watches Astrid go then looks at Elvira, his combat state slowly beginning to fade. One of the previously unconscious raiders groans and tries to sit up, but Buttfellow hyper-focuses on him and smashes his chest with his big metal fist, pulling it back dripping with blood. The guy won’t be waking up again. The golem looks to Elvira for approval.
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Post by Elvira, Wandering Cleric on Feb 21, 2024 12:10:12 GMT -5
A nod from Elvira would bid Astrid a temporary farewell. Turning to see the golem, she smiles. As she was opening her mouth to speak, though, Buttfellow would slam his fist down onto the injured bandit below. Her eyes widened slightly, not at the display of brutality but rather the realization of how powerful the golem was. A soft smile warms up her expression as she places a hand on Buttfellow. "Thank you, friend."
It took Elvira some time to get to the center of the village, as she had been performing small rituals for each body on the battlefield. 1 When she did make it, though, she was surprisingly pleasant for one who had seen so much death.
Perhaps she was used to it...
"Alright, I have prevented any sort of trickery or necromancy. I am not going to be fighting those fools again," she says with a soft chuckle. With a shake of her head, she moves to the group of people that Astrid had gathered. The purple swirls on her arms began to glow with a warm light. A smaller kid, perhaps only 9 or 10 years old, carefully approaches the elf with tears in her eyes. Elvira gives a knowing nod and simply hugs the girl. The light flows into the smaller human and heals the small cuts and bruises.
With the girl still in her arms, she turns to Astrid. A soft yet serious tone filled her voice. "Would you get our little friend some hot food? I'll tend to the others while you do."
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Post by Lady Astrid Stormstone on Feb 21, 2024 18:21:42 GMT -5
After flying around and checking on damage around town while also gathering those with injuries, Astrid lands near Elvira just as she finishes casting some magic on a dead raider. She tilts her head curiously, but the cleric quickly explains, and Astrid nods with satisfaction. “Good idea,” she says. “I ain’t much keen on fightin’ undead meself.” Then the half-dwarf turns to the gathered crowd and announces, “Alright everyone, this nice lady Miss Elvira offered up her healin’ ta anyone who needs it! Be nice an’ grateful, or I’ll kick yer rear ends!”
And so they do what the little kid who’s been surprisingly good at being in charge says while others disperse to start cleaning things up. It’s certainly going to be a process, but compared to unstoppable forces of nature, raiders are a solvable problem.
Astrid helps direct people and watches as Elvira heals them. When the kid approaches with tears, Astrid realizes that she is not much older than this kid (and she’s certainly not taller than them either.) “I dunno if I’d call ‘em little,” she says jokingly, offering her hand to the kid. “C’mon, I’ll help ya get the best snacks there are!”
The kid nods and sucks it up, putting on a brave face as he takes her hand. "You've got the good snack stash, Astrid," he says with the familiarity of kids who know each other from the playground.
"Aye, don't forget ta grab everyone else, and I'll make sure ta sneak 'em a few extra helpin' too!" she says with a wink. Taking their hand, she helps them and anyone else who needs it to get meals in their bellies and settled after a frightening experience. It takes a while, but eventually, everyone is either healed or back to work cleaning up.
By this point, Big Frizole has wandered into the village. As massive as the drake is, he seems surprisingly aware of his size and treads carefully not to knock into any buildings. He stops beside the pile of bodies that is left off the main streets to avoid drawing attention and drops a handful of dead raiders out of his claws, some of which are missing limbs. Then he plods over to the center of the village and sits down like he owns the place, a very large and watchful beast protecting his domain. Or at least that’s how he sees it.
Astrid manages to get Buttfellow the proper direction to do heavy lifting for those back to work before finally taking a break herself and taking her armor out to inspect the damage. She grumbles over all of the dents that the barefisted man managed to leave in every piece and wishes she had a proper workshop. Sure, a trip home isn’t too out of the way, but if the raiders are near, she doesn’t want to leave. So she lets out a loud huff and sets her cuirass aside while leaning against Big Frizole’s tail. The drake looks at her, unimpressed.
“What?” she says, seeing that expression. “I’m allowed ta groan.”
The snort from Big Frizole could be interpreted as something along the lines of, “Petulant child.” Good thing Astrid can’t understand him.
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Post by Elvira, Wandering Cleric on Mar 15, 2024 23:22:03 GMT -5
Elvira went through the motions she did at least weekly. Healing one person, comforting the family, moving to the next. She had it down to an art, however strange it may be. On occasion, she would have to remove an arrow, shrapnel, or embedded blade. Those required a bit more grace, needing a firm hand with a graceful touch. It was times like these that she focused a bit more. The rest was a blur for the most part.
As she finished up, it hit her.
Did Astrid mention she knew all the kids? It was strange, though perhaps she’s just good with them? Then again, she seemed to be with an in-group… perhaps something to ask about? She decided to do so with a bit of grace.
“You do good, Miss Stormstone. I must say, what builds a warrior such as yourself has always been a mystery to me. The charisma, the strength, and even the leadership. That doesn’t come naturally to most people. So, if you do bot mind myself asking, what is your story? What pieced together the person who stands before me?” Elvira smiles softly and sits on a nearby chair set outside what was a restaurant, now being used as an emergency shelter and stockpile.
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Post by Lady Astrid Stormstone on Mar 16, 2024 1:41:05 GMT -5
After scoffing and scolding Big Frizole, Astrid looks over at Elvira, offering a wave as she sits nearby, and Astrid leaves the gaggle of kids to join her. The formalities throw Astrid off guard for a moment while she recalls how she introduced herself and realizes that she never referred to herself as a noble. Well, maybe someone else did, considering all the interactions the two of them have had with the villagers today.
“Thanks,” Astrid says with a smile, though somewhat awkwardly. “Ya don’t have ta call me “miss,” though. Just Astrid’s alright. The only people who do that are the ones tryna be formal, which… I s’pose ain’t exactly a problem. I ain’t a fan a’ most nobles, so it’s still kinda weird fer folks ta be all–” She sits upright, placing her hand to her chest very primly while stating her name in an over-acted posh accent. “–‘Lady Stormstone’ ta me.” She makes light of it, really, before breaking character and grinning a gap-toothed grin. “So I s’pose whatever feels right ta ya is fine with me.”
She finds herself a chair and sits in it at a jaunty angle while she considers Elvira’s question, resting her chin in her hand. “Well, if I’m bein’ rightly honest, I ain’t sure ya’ll believe me, so I’ll give ya the simple version. I got started adventurin’ a few weeks before the Black Harvest Festival the year before last when some nice folks helped me off the streets. I spent a lot a’ time just waitin’ around fer somethin’ good ta happen, an’ it did. Couldn’t pass that up, an’ I wanted ta help folks that couldn’t help themselves. Some people just need a little pick me up or a nudge ta get themselves in a good spot.” Astrid’s smile seems proud but somewhat solemn remembering it, but that quickly shifts into a genuinely happy grin. “I’m real grateful ta them. ‘Specially ta the one that adopted me. His name’s Cantio. He’s me da now! Makes the best cocoa an' is real good at playin' music.”
Astrid looks at Elvira, unsure if her story answered her question or not. There’s a lot more detail to go into, but it’s a lot and not all necessary. It has not even occurred to Astrid that Elvira does not know she is only twelve– or wait, is she thirteen now? Anyway. “What about you? What brought ya ta this humble little village that’s just gettin’ its start?”
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