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Re: A Wild Flower (Ryu Doppler)
"Of course," Sivi said when Ione asked to lie beside her, Mandragora shifting to give her space without even needing to be asked. The other alraune's somewhat restless sleep wouldn't seemingly disturb any of her companions, though when she awoke Mandragora would give her an odd look for a minute before disentangling from her.
The group would collect themselves for breakfast, eating in haste before heading on their way. Ione's lessons would start that day, and over the course of it her magical abilities would improve significantly thanks to his efforts. Mandragora would avoid her for the entire day, and as dusk was falling and they were looking for a place to bed down for the night they came upon a single wagon with a woman sitting by it, a bent old crone with wrinkled purple skin and pointed ears, her emerald hair stringy and faded with age. She turned deep blue eyes up at them as the odd group, offering nothing but a chuckle and an inviting wave of her arm, signalling for them to join them. Arthur and Clarissa seemed dubious, but Sivi took her offer without question, and Mandragora followed without question.
The woman proved to be mute, communicating in sign language that Sivi seemed able to understand. A traveling potionmaker, she asked after news and seemed surprised when they spoke of the strange assault upon the town they'd left. She made them strew, which was excellent, and the night otherwise passed without incident. They parted ways in the morning, and for the next two days they passed nothing but wildlife and natural obstacles that they easily overcame with all of the magic at their disposal. Clarissa subjected Arthur to her "training" those two nights, leaving the man exhausted come the morning and the demoness practically glowing from the constant influx of his soul's energy. She shamelessly worked him to exhaustion in full view of the rest of their group as well, occasionally shooting questioning looks at whoever was nearest as if seeing if they wanted a turn, though neither Mandra nor Sivi would take her up on that offer.
Midway through the fourth day, they came upon a fallen tree that stretched across the narrow road, and behind it was the carcass of a gargant, a massive herbivorous beast with a long thick neck for plucking fruit and leaves from trees that was so humongous that few things dared to hunt them. Normally traveling in small groups, this one was alone, but the only sign of what might have killed were the claw marks all over its neck, as only scavengers remained when they happened upon it. Sivi animated the tree and caused it to shift the carcass aside, quietly saying a prayer over the fallen beast before they were on their way.
On the final day of their travels to the next larger town, Ione's group found themselves ascending a hill only for the road to end at a cliff overlooking a valley. In that valley was a sprawling village, buildings stretched across an inconsistent topography. The town had no wall, and many of the larger buildings were made of stone, while smaller ones were made up of mud bricks or even simple shaped mud, with only a few crafted from lumber. That wasn't unheard of, as many of the jungle trees were ill suited for use in construction. There were figures moving among the town, many of them as if the daily bustle was still going on despite the lateness of the hour. Ione had come a long way in her magical talents along their journey thanks to Arthur, who had been a thorough teacher despite his near constant exhaustion thanks to Clarissa's regular feeding.
"It looks intact," Sivi said in surprise, prompting Clarissa to reply; "Yeah... Why? Did you think it would have been attacked too?" Her tone suggested that she had thought along the same lines, and after a moment the faerie would nod. "Shall we go down and see if we can get Hafstead some help?" Mandragora suggested. "One problem.... The road ends here. How do we get down? Try to go around and see if it picks up somewhere else?" Arthur said, pointing along the cliffs. The immediate area around the cliffs were bare and flat, and to their right the path gently sloped downwards. Tracks of people, carts, and animals were visible on the ground there, but if Ione wanted to suggest an alternative she was free to do so now that they were so near to Candria.
Ione: HP = 65, PP = 42, EP = 79, Status = Fine
NPC Stats
Mandragora: HP = 50, PP = 42, EP = 86, Status = Fine
Clarissa: HP = 72, PP = 46, EP = 46, Status = Fine
Arthur: HP = 51, PP = 66, EP = 67, Status = Fine
Sivi: HP = 35, PP = 50, EP = 55, Status = Fine
NPC Stats
Mandragora: HP = 50, PP = 42, EP = 86, Status = Fine
Clarissa: HP = 72, PP = 46, EP = 46, Status = Fine
Arthur: HP = 51, PP = 66, EP = 67, Status = Fine
Sivi: HP = 35, PP = 50, EP = 55, Status = Fine
"Of course," Sivi said when Ione asked to lie beside her, Mandragora shifting to give her space without even needing to be asked. The other alraune's somewhat restless sleep wouldn't seemingly disturb any of her companions, though when she awoke Mandragora would give her an odd look for a minute before disentangling from her.
The group would collect themselves for breakfast, eating in haste before heading on their way. Ione's lessons would start that day, and over the course of it her magical abilities would improve significantly thanks to his efforts. Mandragora would avoid her for the entire day, and as dusk was falling and they were looking for a place to bed down for the night they came upon a single wagon with a woman sitting by it, a bent old crone with wrinkled purple skin and pointed ears, her emerald hair stringy and faded with age. She turned deep blue eyes up at them as the odd group, offering nothing but a chuckle and an inviting wave of her arm, signalling for them to join them. Arthur and Clarissa seemed dubious, but Sivi took her offer without question, and Mandragora followed without question.
The woman proved to be mute, communicating in sign language that Sivi seemed able to understand. A traveling potionmaker, she asked after news and seemed surprised when they spoke of the strange assault upon the town they'd left. She made them strew, which was excellent, and the night otherwise passed without incident. They parted ways in the morning, and for the next two days they passed nothing but wildlife and natural obstacles that they easily overcame with all of the magic at their disposal. Clarissa subjected Arthur to her "training" those two nights, leaving the man exhausted come the morning and the demoness practically glowing from the constant influx of his soul's energy. She shamelessly worked him to exhaustion in full view of the rest of their group as well, occasionally shooting questioning looks at whoever was nearest as if seeing if they wanted a turn, though neither Mandra nor Sivi would take her up on that offer.
Midway through the fourth day, they came upon a fallen tree that stretched across the narrow road, and behind it was the carcass of a gargant, a massive herbivorous beast with a long thick neck for plucking fruit and leaves from trees that was so humongous that few things dared to hunt them. Normally traveling in small groups, this one was alone, but the only sign of what might have killed were the claw marks all over its neck, as only scavengers remained when they happened upon it. Sivi animated the tree and caused it to shift the carcass aside, quietly saying a prayer over the fallen beast before they were on their way.
On the final day of their travels to the next larger town, Ione's group found themselves ascending a hill only for the road to end at a cliff overlooking a valley. In that valley was a sprawling village, buildings stretched across an inconsistent topography. The town had no wall, and many of the larger buildings were made of stone, while smaller ones were made up of mud bricks or even simple shaped mud, with only a few crafted from lumber. That wasn't unheard of, as many of the jungle trees were ill suited for use in construction. There were figures moving among the town, many of them as if the daily bustle was still going on despite the lateness of the hour. Ione had come a long way in her magical talents along their journey thanks to Arthur, who had been a thorough teacher despite his near constant exhaustion thanks to Clarissa's regular feeding.
"It looks intact," Sivi said in surprise, prompting Clarissa to reply; "Yeah... Why? Did you think it would have been attacked too?" Her tone suggested that she had thought along the same lines, and after a moment the faerie would nod. "Shall we go down and see if we can get Hafstead some help?" Mandragora suggested. "One problem.... The road ends here. How do we get down? Try to go around and see if it picks up somewhere else?" Arthur said, pointing along the cliffs. The immediate area around the cliffs were bare and flat, and to their right the path gently sloped downwards. Tracks of people, carts, and animals were visible on the ground there, but if Ione wanted to suggest an alternative she was free to do so now that they were so near to Candria.
