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  1. #11
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    Nevin's Avatar

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    Name
    Nevin Aimaparapoiitis
    Age
    22 / 37
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    Human (Godling)
    Gender
    Male
    Location
    Corone
    Nevin had to bite back a frown as the small girl began yelling as they walked down the street. He had gotten used to the village children who, for the most part, behaved well for him. Wouldn't do to make the man who sold candy upset with you after all. So the little girl raising a fuss until she got her way irritated him a trace, but he was well versed in not letting that show.

    So down the streets they went, the girl seeming a bit pleased with herself as Vaeron behind Nevin. He had glanced back a couple times to make sure the child hadn't slipped off her mount and run off to get into trouble, but thankfully she wasn't that misbehaved.

    Nevin saw that she aimed for the water puddle as she slid off her bovine mount, probably just intending to splash - he doubted she knew it would reach her escort. Nevin turned back in time to see the other human schooling his features back into a blank, impassive slate - he had missed whatever emotion had run across the massive man's face there.

    When the large man thanked him, Nevin could tell that he was having trouble getting the words out. He spoke in short, clipped words, forcing them out through his teeth almost. Nevin ignored the pouting, grumpy girl - he had already made the offer to Vaeron, and encouraging her more would just serve to irritate the large human needlessly.

    Instead he bowed politely, a smile on his face. "No trouble at all Sir Vaeron. I'm happy to help travelers - I do enough of that myself to appreciate it. I hope Master Yark has something suitable for what you're looking for. Adieu, for now." With that, the redhead began the trek back to his shop, giving a smile to Celandine before he left the two to their business.

  2. #12
    Althanian

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    Celandine's Avatar

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    Name
    Celandine
    Age
    9 (but looks and acts 18)
    Race
    Faun (genetically half human)
    Gender
    Female
    Location
    Corone
    It was around an hour later when the little tingle bell of Nevin's shop rang. The door itself opened just a peek, before a small pale creature with brown hair and cloppity feet ran in, making quiet, "Arrgghhh," noises.

    For anyone watching, they would be confused. After all the being's appearance had been brief, and the door really had been ajar for less than a matter of two seconds. Now there was barely the sound of feet moving, and it seemed the small beast had basically vanished into thin air. Silence reigned for a single moment, until an excited squeal could be heard behind a very large set of shelves that the child may or may not have intentionally ran behind.

    "Mine!" A fist appeared around the side of the bookshelf, holding up a handful of yummy-looking treats.

    Outside of the shop a tall, grumpy man stood, arms crossed over his bare chest. Behind him a massive horse and a slightly smaller bovine creature stood, their faces hidden in a trough of water. People still avoided the man, despite him having got off his horse now, and he supposed it was because he was a stranger. Definitely it was nothing to do with the look of unamusement that was on his face as he stared into the alchemist's window, his eyes watching his daughter claim her prizes.

    "Mine!" Celandine ran from behind the shelf, back into the main area of the shop. Grinning, she brandished a lovely new and shiny weapon in her hand - a scimitar with a silver edge and a bejewelled handle. In the other hand she held up the supposed sweets she had found, that she had been promised were here.

    Tiny hooves carried her over to the worktop desk where she shoved the sweets down. Looking back she spied Vaeron in the window and threw him a happy wave.

    Vaeron grunted but did nothing. He remained where he was and kept watching her, carefully. After their visit to the blacksmith's he had realised he was not going to be able to leave the town without allowing her one boon - unless he wanted a future Matriarch of the Gilded Lily who hated his guts for that one time he didn't buy her what she wanted. Therefore he had followed the alchemist's instruction and brought her here.

    Turning back, Celandine waited to be noticed.
    Last edited by Philomel; 10-30-2017 at 03:31 PM.

  3. #13
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    Nevin's Avatar

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    Name
    Nevin Aimaparapoiitis
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    22 / 37
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    Human (Godling)
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    Male
    Location
    Corone
    The shop had been remarkably quiet after Nevin's return from guiding the unexpected guests to Yark's shop. It probably had to do with the fact that many people were still uncomfortable with the rather intimidating stranger and the two mounts - from what he had heard, few people actually noticed the fact that there was a girl riding the bovine beast, far more distracted by the massive man guarding her.

    So when Nevin heard the chime of the small doorbell, he looked up from the text he was studying and frowned as he looked around. There was the sound of hooves clopping on wood, but - wait, there, a child's voice, from over behind one of the shelves. His dark eyes swept in that direction in time to catch Celandine come around the corner.

    Nevin's internal alarm went up about five levels when he saw that the small child, who looked to be no more than a few old at most, was waving a scimitar in one hand. While he didn't know how quickly Faun aged or matured, surely she was too young? He thought that Vaeron had mentioned she was getting a dagger, not a blasted full weapon! Even if it had been scaled down for her size. He shot a quick glance at the man outside of his window, who looked large and imposing, a dour, unamused expression on his face.

    Hm. Problematic. Nevin cleared his throat as the Faun-child slammed some candies down on his counter and looked up at him with big, doe-like eyes, demandingly waiting for his attention. "Young miss,
    please don't wave a blade around in my store. Some of the potions on the shelves do not mix well with each other, and damaging them would cause both of us problems. Now then, what candies are you wanting here. Just these ones?"
    - "We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood; Fear the old blood."

    Nevin: Formal, thoughtful, nurturing, bearer of tropey tentacles.

    "More threads! More! Threads for the Crimson Thread King!"
    A member of the NevCrew:
    Nevin: Thread count: please, don't try.
    Erik: Thread count: five or six. Maybe seven...
    Huntsman: seven. Maybe eight. Shhhhhhh.
    Telli' thread count: zero. I just can't get into writing the little hellion.
    Ronnel: Not even approved yet.

  4. #14
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    Vaeron's Avatar

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    101

    Name
    Rameses Oasis Vaeron
    Age
    38
    Race
    human
    Gender
    male
    Location
    Corone
    Celandine pouted ridiculously before lowering the blade slowly. She pushed her hoof along the floor, making little scraping sounds. As she huffed and then set the scimitar down on the ground she looked back up to the red-haired man and decided something.

    "You're weird," she told him. "Like mother."

    She she twisted around and gestured to Vaeron. That tiny tail tucked at the bottom of her spine twitched as she waved her hand at him.

    "Sorry Mr Nevin sir," she said, "I don't have money."

    Vaeron utterly sighed, hugely and exhausted, lifting a hand to run it through his hair. Annoyance came into him, and he thought about just remaining where he was. As his hand fell he turned around, eyeing the beasts behind him. Megladon lifted his massive head and huffed at his master at the same time as allowing a fine length of man to fall across half of his face. Vaeron grunted a laugh, the corners of his mouth never turning but the noise still there. If he could he would have smiled at his very old friend.

    Thump thump.

    He turned back around.

    And now she was banging on the glass. Letting out a sigh Vaeron decided he was never going to go out with Celandine alone. Yes he felt sorry for the girl, a little, stuck in the fortress with her lessons for days on end. When he had been the same age all he had wanted to do was adventure too. Though the forest surrounding the fortress gave some sort of ability to have fun, Celandine was never allowed to go far. She was the Lilies princess after all.

    Rolling his great eyes Vaeron shifted and began to move. He shoved his hands into his pockets as he shouldered open the door and came into the room, huge knife at his waist. Seeing the scimitar on the floor he nodded at it and spoke.

    "Pick up the weapon. You don't leave weapons lying around."

    Celandine giggled and ran over to get the sharp thing as Vaeron strode further in. He blinked at the sweets on the counter.

    "How much is that currently she has collected?"

  5. #15
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    Nevin's Avatar

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    Name
    Nevin Aimaparapoiitis
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    22 / 37
    Race
    Human (Godling)
    Gender
    Male
    Location
    Corone
    Nevin had watched the girl, cringing internally when she set the blade on the ground. When she said he was like her mother, it took the alchemist a solid few moments of thinking before he eventually decided to take the statement as a compliment. He smiled at her politely.

    "It sounds like your mother is a smart woman." Considering she was probably gently chiding the girl, as he had done, it seemed like her mother normally did a good job of parenting. He wasn't quite sure why the guard - her father- was with her instead of her mother, though.

    Then she had apologized and run off to the window - OK, thank crimson the small child hadn't been trusted with the money. He could easily see a youngling like that spending all of their money at once on candy and treats. He waited as Vaeron shoved his hands in his pockets and made his way inside, his bulky frame barely fitting through the door.

    Hmm, a side note, need to expand that doorway. Need to make sure people of other races can get inside without hassle. Nevin filed the thought away for later, and smil d genially at the large man. When he had finished asking, Nevin glanced down and tallied up the quantity of candy that the child had dropped on the counter.

    'This all would only be about twenty copper. Though, I should ask since it looks like she grabbed a mixture of what I have available - do you know if numbing agents have any kind of adverse affects on Fauns?" He separated a few out from the rest, his practiced eyes picking out which ones would make the consumer's mouth go numb.

    "I ask only because a Fae child came in the other day and took some, and it had a radically different effect on him than on a human child." No need for Celandine's guardian to think he was plotting against the girl.
    - "We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood; Fear the old blood."

    Nevin: Formal, thoughtful, nurturing, bearer of tropey tentacles.

    "More threads! More! Threads for the Crimson Thread King!"
    A member of the NevCrew:
    Nevin: Thread count: please, don't try.
    Erik: Thread count: five or six. Maybe seven...
    Huntsman: seven. Maybe eight. Shhhhhhh.
    Telli' thread count: zero. I just can't get into writing the little hellion.
    Ronnel: Not even approved yet.

  6. #16
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    Celandine's Avatar

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    Name
    Celandine
    Age
    9 (but looks and acts 18)
    Race
    Faun (genetically half human)
    Gender
    Female
    Location
    Corone
    Celandine immediately found herself nodding and kept on doing so as Vaeron handed over, with a great big sigh, a small handful of coppers. They fell with a chink into the man Nevin's hand, making a music that she often heard from the Treasury back at the fortress. She opened her mouth to say so, then remembered that very important day, right after mother had taken her home.

    "My dear," she said, placing one hand on either side of her body. And holding her.

    Celandine had been very excited. After all, she had been taken from her home that she really knew had never been hers, with a faun called Anthea Rose that she really knew wasn't her mother, and brought to a castle in the woods. A castle ruled by a powerful faun, who was her mum, and had a huge cow to ride on. So it had taken mother-faun to catch Celandine in her game of 'chase me' to be able to talk to her.

    'Chase me' was a very active game.

    "Mother!" Celandine had squeaked excitedly in response.

    Philomel had taken a slow breath and looked at her right in the eyes. "There is something very serious I need to talk to you about," she had said. "You have to promise never to tell anyone about this place. This castle."

    "Why?" Celandine had asked. It was one of her favourite words at the moment, and usually got a response from the women warriors who really liked her here.

    "Because there are not very nice people who want to hurt you and me," Philomel had explained, outright. "And if they knew of this place our world would be gone. You do not tell them ... ever. Nobody about this fortress okay?"


    That same night Celandine had been visited by the woman in the grass green dress, the one who told her about things that will happen. She had said that mother was right - that if Celandine ever told anyone about the fortress then she would have to go back to live with Ennis and Etna. But Celandine did not want that - she had just got her mother and her father, even though he was grumpy. She would not give up her new life for the world. Not if her secret green lady told her not too.

    She had even told her to come to an alchemist's shop last night. Celandine did not know why, but here she was now, and her father - Mr. Vaeron, was answering a question about 'ad-verz fauns'. She was a faun.

    Popping her chin on the edge of the counter she grinned at the Nevin man.

    "My mother has an army of warrior women," she grinned, "And I am going to inherit."

    Well it wasn't talking about the fortress.

    Vaeron let out a groan.

  7. #17
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    Nevin's Avatar

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    Nevin Aimaparapoiitis
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    22 / 37
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    Human (Godling)
    Gender
    Male
    Location
    Corone
    Nevin sorted the candies together - thankfully the numbing agent wouldn't harm the child. He did warn Vaeron while Celandine wasn't paying attention that some of the candies would make the girl's mouth go numb, but that it was a temporary thing that was just to entertain kids with their mouth going wonky for a bit.

    He turned to look at the small girl propped her chin on the counter and smiled big at him. She seemed happy - and then she spouted off about warrior women and inheritance. It was an odd statement, normal people didn't really consider inheritance as an important issue, not enough to talk to their children about. Nobles did though... Nevin would have discarded it as the fancies of a Child if it wasn't for Vaeron's groan - the groan of a guard whose charge had let slip something they shouldn't have.

    "Well then. You'd better grow up big and strong, and be responsible. Having people work for you is a big duty. So make sure you listen to Sir Vaeron, and your mother." He smiled at her, then raised one eyebrow at Vaeron, shaking his head. He wouldn't spread the information. The alchemist doubted anyone would ask in the first place, but still.
    - "We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood; Fear the old blood."

    Nevin: Formal, thoughtful, nurturing, bearer of tropey tentacles.

    "More threads! More! Threads for the Crimson Thread King!"
    A member of the NevCrew:
    Nevin: Thread count: please, don't try.
    Erik: Thread count: five or six. Maybe seven...
    Huntsman: seven. Maybe eight. Shhhhhhh.
    Telli' thread count: zero. I just can't get into writing the little hellion.
    Ronnel: Not even approved yet.

  8. #18
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    Vaeron's Avatar

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    101

    Name
    Rameses Oasis Vaeron
    Age
    38
    Race
    human
    Gender
    male
    Location
    Corone
    Vaeron looked down at his daughter who huffed a little and looked from man to man. The mage shrugged and pointed to the door.

    "Go outside and see to the animals," he said with a grunt. "Practise with your new sword but don't bleed, or cut off your hand or anything."

    Celandine pattered from side to side, looking a little confused, as Vaeron glanced back to the alchemist. There was a moment of contention before she stuck out her tongue, reached forwards and grabbed the sweets. Sweeping them into her hands she deposited the whole thing into a pouch at her belt. This was all before turning around, scimitar in hand and running to the door.

    As Nevin likely looked on in horror, Vaeron's own eyes quirked in interest. He saw her carefully balance the sword in a light, meaningful manner at her shoulder, then reach up and unlatch the door. Just before she did she turned around and fixed Nevin with a stare:

    "You'll meet my mother soon!" she declared in a certain voice and then was off, bell tinkling behind her.

    As the words fell to nothing, Vaeron turned back to the slightly stunned alchemist, without any change to his expression, aside from an ounce of pride.

    "She has a small prophetic gift. You may meet the mother. You will know it when you do.

    He shrugged, then lowered his body onto the counter until he was eye to eye with Nevin. His own blue eyes pierced like the depths of the sea he knew so well and the deep scars on his cheeks burned like brands. .

    "Anyway," he lowered his voice. "Question: as an alchemist, do you have ... Poisons?"
    Last edited by Philomel; 11-05-2017 at 03:41 AM.

  9. #19
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    Nevin's Avatar

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    Nevin Aimaparapoiitis
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    22 / 37
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    Human (Godling)
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    Male
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    Corone
    The child was outside now, swinging her scimitar back and forth through the air - and keeping everyone on the street well away as the two mounts stood beside her stoically. She seemed to have some idea of what it was that she was doing - her stance wasn't completely horrible. Still, it was disconcerting to see a small one swing a weapon about through the air.

    But then the man leaned over the counter and spoke quietly, conspiratorally, asking if Nevin had poisons, and the Alchemist tilted his head to one side, examining the man for a moment. Finally he nodded slowly, pulling up his notebook and grabbing a pencil. "I do not tend to keep a ready stock of those substances in the storefront, however I do indeed possess the capabilities of crafting them. Now, because I do not keep them in stock, I will have to custom make it. However, that does tend to be a good thing, as it means that you can request it to react in certain ways instead of purchasing a pre-made poison. Now then. What is it you need this for? Is it meant to be a lethal serum, or merely a debilitating one And is this intended for use on a human biology, or some kind of humanoid? I will need to know that, as some of the races can process substances humans cannot, and vice-versa."

    Nevin's tone had lost most of the warmth that it had while Celandine was in the shop - but it was not to the point of rudeness, rather that he had become brisk and businesslike as his dark red eyes fastened on to Vaeron's as he spoke. His pencil was poised above the paper, and on it the Alchemist had already jotted down several bullets, but the lines after them were blank. His gaze was calm and focused as he waited for the information that the man had.
    - "We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood; Fear the old blood."

    Nevin: Formal, thoughtful, nurturing, bearer of tropey tentacles.

    "More threads! More! Threads for the Crimson Thread King!"
    A member of the NevCrew:
    Nevin: Thread count: please, don't try.
    Erik: Thread count: five or six. Maybe seven...
    Huntsman: seven. Maybe eight. Shhhhhhh.
    Telli' thread count: zero. I just can't get into writing the little hellion.
    Ronnel: Not even approved yet.

  10. #20
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    Vaeron's Avatar

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    Name
    Rameses Oasis Vaeron
    Age
    38
    Race
    human
    Gender
    male
    Location
    Corone
    As Celandine grumbled and splashed her scimitar into the water, Vaeron kept his eager eye on the alchemist. A small shimmer appeared in the mage's eye, a glisten of a smile that he could not reflect on his true face. The long, savage but shallow scars on his cheeks were a testiment to them. Only a small quirk of the muscle there hinted at the attempt of the ragged, but handsome man to show happiness, and perhaps Nevin caught a clue about that. If the red-haired man were to be thinking about why Vearon seemed to be in a permanant grumpy state then he was being given his response now. A truth of a savage backstory, and a childhood that had the promise of a holy monk but produced a wickedly unfortunate magician.

    That was, until he met Philomel. In the strange world of her being his prisoner aboard the ship the Feisty Fish, when she was weak and he was her equal in talent. Admiration had been born in him for her, and they had taken the boat over together, only for it to later on become the Feisty Fox and be her champion, her first owned brothel, the beginning of the Gilded Lily's home ...

    And then she had gradually become more powerful whilst he remained just as poor in ability. A mage by limited means, still worshipping his own god but suffocated by the rampant praise of Drys. A goddess so powerful that the idea had been instilled inside of him by her, he was sure now the idea had to have come from her, to produce a child with the faun and create the gifted child that he had ordered outside.

    Once Nevin had finished speaking about the different types of poisons - so easily and openly, Vaeron was surprised to find - the mage gave a long, thoughtful look and then nodded, grunting and his eyes still gleaming with pleasure.

    "Seeing as you seem very willing to talk about this ..." Vearon answered. "The poison would be for unsavoury people, as well as animals. I am not going to lie, we have our enemies, the girl's mother and I, and you seem the sort that is capable."

    He fixed Nevin with a stare. "Are you going to call the city watch on me and the girl now? Though I doubt that this town really has a guard ... mining is it?" He blinked. "If you are, I would rather have a warning but the chance is here and I will take it to find us a discrete poison maker. You will be paid well, of course and depending on your ability your services may in fact be used later."

    He paused. "Poisons that give just pain and hallucinations will be useful also. We don't have our own alchemist you see, not even a herbologist."

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