Annie is sitting on the floor of the small shack, her claws no longer extended, her eyes no longer ablaze, though covered and surrounded by the blood and remains of the former Bartholomew when Boris arrives. The knock does not alarm her in the slightest. In fact, it does please Annie. She lifts her sights from the bone she is carving, places the carving and knife in her lap, and then calls out in a voice only loud enough for the person on the other side of the door to hear.
"It is open. You may enter." As she speaks, the door swings slowly open, seemingly of its own accord. When Annie sees Boris, she smiles in a way that suggests that he was actually expected. She raises on hand, slowly, using her fingers to usher him closer. "Please, come. Join me."
Boris, unmoved in his upright stance, is then instantly brought forth against his will - an undetermined and invisible power pulling him inside, his feet dragging along the floorboards as the door slams shut and bolts locked behind him.
"Come...." She gently insists, tilting her head, licking the lips of her blood tainted face. "Sit with me... Boris."
Boris is pleasantly surprised when the door accommodatingly swings open, but his pleasant feeling turn sour when he sees Annie sitting in a house full of blood. He's so taken back by the gore that he barely even notices that he is being pulled inside, until the door slammed shut behind him and jarred him to his senses. Now Boris wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but he knew that a young girl playing in a house of blood was downright wrong, and the way she spoke to him, telling him to sit as if being invited to a tea party, sent a shiver up and back down his spine.
"Y-you..." Boris stutters and cleared his throat; "You shouldn't be doing this. You'll never get those bloodstains out of the floor." He thinks for a minute, carefully taking a second look around at the bloody scene, and somehow getting a bad feeling at the prospect of denying her request, then answered her; "Well... sure, I don't mind sitting for a little while, but I really just came for directions. Then I think I better leave you in peace, okay then?"
Boris gently drops his sacks of treasure next to him and swallows hard, finding that his mouth is now completely dry as he sits himself down in front of Annie and crosses his legs like a little boy in a classroom.
"Daw... so..." He looks at Annie with caution, not quite knowing what to say now; "uhhhh... sure is a nice day, isn't it?"
Name: Niamh Yotsuba
Species: Human
Appearance: 5" 5" = 165cm. Female. 18. Black hair. Very brown eyes. Of fair skin. Not particularly fit appearance. Celtic heritage.
Abilities: Possesses one of the eight major types of magic, acceleration magic. Can apply acceleration to small objects (as of now). Limited control but direction and vague strength. Skilled in dual wield dagger, crossbow arts and traditional bow arts. Niamh is a magician. Mana circuits in her body naturally give her additional strength and slightly faster recovery. Punches and the like hurt her slightly less. Non-fatal sword stabbings can heal faster while resting by mana rejuvination. Niamh can also eject bullets, bolts or arrows from herself or others while relaxing and concentrating.
Special Weaknesses (If any): Not athletic or a fast runner due to dedicating most of her life to magic sorcery training, crossbow skills and caring for long-gone family.
Items they have: Principal of Observation II, an advanced magic-operated semi-auto crossbow. 2 small iron daggers. A generic and small-medium sized traditional hunting bow. Quivers.
Backstory (Optional): Niamh is a member of the ancient clan of the celts from the faraway lands. She sets off on a headless journey after her particular village was massacred by looters. She was practicing her archery with 2 of the village elders far away by the cliffs, to return to her friends and family slaughtered and the village plundered. The love of her life Seán and her loving brothers dead. She sets off on an ultimate journey, seeking a meaning in life once again.
Other: A very steadfast character that is not afraid to get stuff done, despite appearances. Will be unlikely to take high-stake gambles after past experiences. Will also plan in advance every detail. Pays attention to other people's characteristics however she does sometimes forget. Spends great time and care maintenancing her weapons and practicing her magic, ever slowly increasing her mana reserves and strengthening her mana circuits.
How many OceanTech technicians does it take to change a lightbulb? None, they are advanced LED lightbulbs that take 100+ to burn out.
"Can't say I've ever heard of a place that builds snowmen replicas of its inhabitants..." Jack starts, turning to Uyir, "But then again, so far I've seen quite a few things here I've never heard of, or even considered the possibility of. For all we know, perhaps it did."
Gwendolyn steps up behind him, blinking sluggishly as her mind gets up to speed. "And that's bad," she says. It doesn't sound like a question.
Ariel is stunned for a second, then realizes what had happened as he wipes the snow from his face and clears his eyes to look at whoever had thrown the snow at him.
In front of him is a snowman that looks quite a lot like him. Did the snowman speak?
"Depends what your definition of a good sleep is, but I suppose I did," replies Renard, yawning again and raising an eyebrow at the small thumping sound coming from the kitchen.
Renard sits back down and wonders whether he should be worried that a witch is cooking his food or not.
"Smells like home..." he mutters.
"Smells good, right? Want some too?" the Witch says cheerfully.
"Also Maras said you could keep both the Halberd and the Longsword if you wanted to."
In front of him is a snowman that looks quite a lot like him. Did the snowman speak?
Ariel blinks a few times, thinking maybe the initial blurred vision form the snow in his eyes was causing him to see things. But no, he was in fact looking down the nose of a snowman replica of himself.
He sighs, and asks; "I'm thinking my natural human reaction should revolve somewhere between hysteria and shock? Do we share the same name as well, or is that my old acquaintance, Lucifer, hiding inside that snowsuit?"
"Smells good, right? Want some too?" the Witch says cheerfully.
"Also Maras said you could keep both the Halberd and the Longsword if you wanted to."
"Please," replies Renard. "I can't remember the last time I had good food."
"Heh... the kid's not all that bad," he remarks. "I'm not one to turn down a gift-- so give him my regards, will you?"
Renard turns his attention back to the longsword, which was still lying on the table. Hate to admit it, but he's good. Real good at making weapons. So light, too, probably because of that metal. I'd ask how he does it, but he'd probably be out of a job if he told random people, thought Renard to himself. Maybe he'd be able to make that flintlock sword design I'd been thinking of.
Niamh Yotsuba's Principality of Observation II is a semi-automatic repeating crossbow. It relies on Niamh Yotsuba's proficiency of acceleration-type magic to activate and automatically reload and draw bolts.
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Niamh Yotsuba steps into the old town. She sees a heck of a lot of snowmen, which is quite strange for her. On her travels she has found snowly places, but not this many snowmen, which ought to be artificially made by people seeking amusement or other.
She makes her way through town looking for people to speak to. Perhaps local townspeople or perhaps some other adventurers. Regardless she would love somewhere to stay for the moment as the load in her backpack is quite heavy.
"Please," replies Renard. "I can't remember the last time I had good food."
"Heh... the kid's not all that bad," he remarks. "I'm not one to turn down a gift-- so give him my regards, will you?"
Renard turns his attention back to the longsword, which was still lying on the table. Hate to admit it, but he's good. Real good at making weapons. So light, too, probably because of that metal. I'd ask how he does it, but he'd probably be out of a job if he told random people, thought Renard to himself. Maybe he'd be able to make that flintlock sword design I'd been thinking of.
A small whimper escaped from Chisille's mouth. 'How was there more humans in this place now then there was before? They must've come in the night while I was sleeping. They probably saw me and everything... I knew I should've gone into one of those cupboards...' she thinks to herself as she backs away further from where the others are.
However she ends up pressing her tail spike against a wall. In retaliation from the feeling, since she assumed that it was someone behind her about to catch or hurt her, she lashed out with her tail, striking the wall loudly. Oops. Too aggressive. She must've hit a snag or the tip of the spike was slightly too far into the wall, because she couldn't pull the spike out with her tail alone. She had to tug briefly with her whole body to free it.
Turning around, she noticed that it was just a wall. That didn't make her feel any better though. She was letting her panic get the better of herself and it only got worse from there. The sound would've attracted the others.
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"Can't say I've ever heard of a place that builds snowmen replicas of its inhabitants..." Jack starts, turning to Uyir, "But then again, so far I've seen quite a few things here I've never heard of, or even considered the possibility of. For all we know, perhaps it did."
Uyir looks at the snowman of himself, and pokes it in the chest. "Curious. I wonder if this is a phenomenon of the place itself, or someone who has decided to do this" He idly speculates to Jack
"I mean, for all we know it was just some kid who was bored and was also an art major." Silas sighed, trying to rationalize the situation. "Then again, the kids here we've seen aren't exactly... normal?"
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As morning comes, Betty, Chisille and Renard are awoken by the tasty smell of breakfast coming from the main room. It seems that someone is already up and preparing food.
Chisille's nose twitched in her sleep, the smells of the food slowly waking her up from her dreams. The second part of the night's sleep was far more pleasant, since she didn't dream of anything at all. The blanket was still on her too, which was good, so she felt all warm and fuzzy as she came to her senses.
One eye opened. The kitchen hadn't changed much from last night. The other eye opened. Betty was still snoozing in the opposite side of the room. The intoxicating smell of breakfast drove her to get up from the floor and shake off the blanket for her usual morning exercises. A yawn, then a full body stretch to slow off just how long she actually can be, then another smaller yawn to finish things off.
She looked over to Betty, still sleeping for now. Should she wake her? Would it be the right thing to do? Other creatures usually aren't very happy to be disturbed from their sleep from what she knew, but it wouldn't be... right...? To leave her sleeping like that while she enjoyed herself with food.
"Umm... time to..." she coughed, her voice a little flaky at the moment. She cleared her throat before continuing. "...It's morning. Time to... wake up." she stated before turning to the door.
She peeked out of the door and to wherever the main area was, hoping to catch a glimpse of whoever was already up and creating breakfast.
A small whimper escaped from Chisille's mouth. 'How was there more humans in this place now then there was before? They must've come in the night while I was sleeping. They probably saw me and everything... I knew I should've gone into one of those cupboards...' she thinks to herself as she backs away further from where the others are.
However she ends up pressing her tail spike against a wall. In retaliation from the feeling, since she assumed that it was someone behind her about to catch or hurt her, she lashed out with her tail, striking the wall loudly. Oops. Too aggressive. She must've hit a snag or the tip of the spike was slightly too far into the wall, because she couldn't pull the spike out with her tail alone. She had to tug briefly with her whole body to free it.
Turning around, she noticed that it was just a wall. That didn't make her feel any better though. She was letting her panic get the better of herself and it only got worse from there. The sound would've attracted the others.
Betty wakes up when Chisille tried to wake her up. But she keeps her eyes closed until she hears Chisille leave the kitchen, so Betty gets up, has a stretch and walks to the main room as well. From the doorway she watches her little dragon friend acting all nervous, and for good reason, because of the newcomer who seemed to have just turned up through the night.
"That witch just lets any old person in this place." She mumbles to herself. "Oh well."
Without first introducing herself to the new guy, who she wasn't sure if she had met in the inn earlier or not, she sneaks over to where Chisille is hiding and crouches down beside her, but she had to laugh a little when she got her tail stuck in the wall. "Whats wrong lil bubby? Don't you worry about a thing. That new guy doesn't look so tough to me. Besides, there is a whole lot of food just waiting for us over there, and I've gotta tell ya it sure does smell delicious. So how about this: We both go over and meet this new guy together. You and me, right? I won't let anyone hurt you and hey, you can stay behind me if you like. But let's be brave, ok? Don't go around showing any fear, or people might take advantage of that, you know?" Betty gives Chisille a light pat on the head. "So let's go, ok?"
Betty gets up and slowly starts walking toward the new guy, Renard and the witch (who I forget the name of right now, sorry gosh darn it), hoping her little dragon friend would come with her.
Betty wakes up when Chisille tried to wake her up. But she keeps her eyes closed until she hears Chisille leave the kitchen, so Betty gets up, has a stretch and walks to the main room as well. From the doorway she watches her little dragon friend acting all nervous, and for good reason, because of the newcomer who seemed to have just turned up through the night.
"That witch just lets any old person in this place." She mumbles to herself. "Oh well."
Without first introducing herself to the new guy, who she wasn't sure if she had met in the inn earlier or not, she sneaks over to where Chisille is hiding and crouches down beside her, but she had to laugh a little when she got her tail stuck in the wall. "Whats wrong lil bubby? Don't you worry about a thing. That new guy doesn't look so tough to me. Besides, there is a whole lot of food just waiting for us over there, and I've gotta tell ya it sure does smell delicious. So how about this: We both go over and meet this new guy together. You and me, right? I won't let anyone hurt you and hey, you can stay behind me if you like. But let's be brave, ok? Don't go around showing any fear, or people might take advantage of that, you know?" Betty gives Chisille a light pat on the head. "So let's go, ok?"
Betty gets up and slowly starts walking toward the new guy, Renard and the witch (who I forget the name of right now, sorry gosh darn it), hoping her little dragon friend would come with her.
Chisille turned back around in alarm when she heard Betty come over to her. She was now face to face with Betty at a very close proximity, and almost lashed out a second time before stopping herself from doing so. Betty would definitely not appreciate a spike through her arm or leg or wherever Chisille's panicked strike would land.
Guilty about almost stabbing her, she relaxed herself, tail drooping down to the floor as she listened to Betty's attempts to calm her down silently. The headache started to return again as she talked, but she didn't want to upset Betty like the last time so she kept quiet about it all, zoning out once or twice during her talk until finally Betty was finished, ending it off with an unexpected pat to the head which Chisille lightly shook off.
It took her a bit after Betty walked away to decide what to do, debating with herself if she should reveal herself. With a sigh, she followed after Betty until they reached Renard and Lyudmila. Keeping behind her, crouching low, she glanced over towards them from behind Betty's legs.
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Ariel blinks a few times, thinking maybe the initial blurred vision form the snow in his eyes was causing him to see things. But no, he was in fact looking down the nose of a snowman replica of himself.
He sighs, and asks; "I'm thinking my natural human reaction should revolve somewhere between hysteria and shock? Do we share the same name as well, or is that my old acquaintance, Lucifer, hiding inside that snowsuit?"
The snowman doesn't respond.
"Why are you talking to a snowman?" The same voice from earlier says. It seems to be coming from behind Ariel instead of from the snowman.
"Please," replies Renard. "I can't remember the last time I had good food."
"Heh... the kid's not all that bad," he remarks. "I'm not one to turn down a gift-- so give him my regards, will you?"
Renard turns his attention back to the longsword, which was still lying on the table. Hate to admit it, but he's good. Real good at making weapons. So light, too, probably because of that metal. I'd ask how he does it, but he'd probably be out of a job if he told random people, thought Renard to himself. Maybe he'd be able to make that flintlock sword design I'd been thinking of.
The witch puts down a plate with an egg and some bacon in front of Renard
"Here you go! As for giving Maras your regards, why don't you give him your regards yourself when he gets back? Or do you not plan on sticking around? Me and the others are planning on trying to find a way into the castle after all."
Betty wakes up when Chisille tried to wake her up. But she keeps her eyes closed until she hears Chisille leave the kitchen, so Betty gets up, has a stretch and walks to the main room as well. From the doorway she watches her little dragon friend acting all nervous, and for good reason, because of the newcomer who seemed to have just turned up through the night.
"That witch just lets any old person in this place." She mumbles to herself. "Oh well."
Without first introducing herself to the new guy, who she wasn't sure if she had met in the inn earlier or not, she sneaks over to where Chisille is hiding and crouches down beside her, but she had to laugh a little when she got her tail stuck in the wall. "Whats wrong lil bubby? Don't you worry about a thing. That new guy doesn't look so tough to me. Besides, there is a whole lot of food just waiting for us over there, and I've gotta tell ya it sure does smell delicious. So how about this: We both go over and meet this new guy together. You and me, right? I won't let anyone hurt you and hey, you can stay behind me if you like. But let's be brave, ok? Don't go around showing any fear, or people might take advantage of that, you know?" Betty gives Chisille a light pat on the head. "So let's go, ok?"
Betty gets up and slowly starts walking toward the new guy, Renard and the witch (who I forget the name of right now, sorry gosh darn it), hoping her little dragon friend would come with her.
Chisille turned back around in alarm when she heard Betty come over to her. She was now face to face with Betty at a very close proximity, and almost lashed out a second time before stopping herself from doing so. Betty would definitely not appreciate a spike through her arm or leg or wherever Chisille's panicked strike would land.
Guilty about almost stabbing her, she relaxed herself, tail drooping down to the floor as she listened to Betty's attempts to calm her down silently. The headache started to return again as she talked, but she didn't want to upset Betty like the last time so she kept quiet about it all, zoning out once or twice during her talk until finally Betty was finished, ending it off with an unexpected pat to the head which Chisille lightly shook off.
It took her a bit after Betty walked away to decide what to do, debating with herself if she should reveal herself. With a sigh, she followed after Betty until they reached Renard and Lyudmila. Keeping behind her, crouching low, she glanced over towards them from behind Betty's legs.
"And there they are right now. Good morning! You two hungry? I've made bacon and eggs!" Lyudmila says cheerfully.
"Oh, and this is Renard. He showed up last night and fell asleep on the chair."
Niamh Yotsuba steps into the old town. She sees a heck of a lot of snowmen, which is quite strange for her. On her travels she has found snowly places, but not this many snowmen, which ought to be artificially made by people seeking amusement or other.
She makes her way through town looking for people to speak to. Perhaps local townspeople or perhaps some other adventurers. Regardless she would love somewhere to stay for the moment as the load in her backpack is quite heavy.
As Niamh wanders through the streets, she notices how empty the town is. The fresh snow is devoid of footprints, and besides the occasional snowman (most of which lack faces, having only a bare head), there is no evidence of anything having been here recently. Even the areas around the snowmen is devoid of both footprints and signs of someone moving the snow to create the snowmen.
Eventually, Niamh arrives on a large open town square. In the middle, a lone snowman. To her left, she can see a burnt-down building in the distance, nothing but a smouldering ruin now. In front of her, she can see a road with a church in the distance. To her right, a bridge over a river.
The witch puts down a plate with an egg and some bacon in front of Renard.
"Here you go! As for giving Maras your regards, why don't you give him your regards yourself when he gets back? Or do you not plan on sticking around? Me and the others are planning on trying to find a way into the castle after all."
Renard makes room for his food by tossing the sword sitting on the table over his shoulder.
"Fine, fine, will do, when I see the kid again," he replies. "Besides, gotta have a talk with him."
"Don't worry. Why would I leave when the party's just gettin' started? Sure, I'll come with you guys, for lack of better things to do."
Betty gets up and slowly starts walking toward the new guy, Renard and the witch (who I forget the name of right now, sorry gosh darn it), hoping her little dragon friend would come with her.
It took her a bit after Betty walked away to decide what to do, debating with herself if she should reveal herself. With a sigh, she followed after Betty until they reached Renard and Lyudmila. Keeping behind her, crouching low, she glanced over towards them from behind Betty's legs.
"And there they are right now. Good morning! You two hungry? I've made bacon and eggs!" Lyudmila says cheerfully.
"Oh, and this is Renard. He showed up last night and fell asleep on the chair."
"Oh, man, I almost regretted coming to this town, but there's no shortage of cute girls to look at," smirks Renard derisively, glancing at both the witch and guest. "Must be the Waise exclusive."
"And the dragon's come to play, too. You know, you'd take first place in a dog show, for sure."
The witch puts down a plate with an egg and some bacon in front of Renard
"Here you go! As for giving Maras your regards, why don't you give him your regards yourself when he gets back? Or do you not plan on sticking around? Me and the others are planning on trying to find a way into the castle after all."
"And there they are right now. Good morning! You two hungry? I've made bacon and eggs!" Lyudmila says cheerfully.
"Oh, and this is Renard. He showed up last night and fell asleep on the chair."
Renard makes room for his food by tossing the sword sitting on the table over his shoulder.
"Fine, fine, will do, when I see the kid again," he replies. "Besides, gotta have a talk with him."
"Don't worry. Why would I leave when the party's just gettin' started? Sure, I'll come with you guys, for lack of better things to do."
"Oh, man, I almost regretted coming to this town, but there's no shortage of cute girls to look at," smirks Renard derisively, glancing at both the witch and guest. "Must be the Waise exclusive."
"And the dragon's come to play, too. You know, you'd take first place in a dog show, for sure."
Chisille's nose got to work again a little bit after seeing Renard. The bacon and eggs, two of her favorite foods... well, compared to things like moss or small rodents that she normally had to eat out in the wild. Hunting bigger game, even with her flames, was tricky. Especially since a lot of them usually put up a good fight. She just didn't have the skills or strength to take them down efficiently.
Even so, she did not dare move out from behind Betty. Not while Renard was staring at them. She could see that he had a couple sharp looking weapons with him, one with quite a long reach too. More then prepared to give her a good slash if he wanted.
This man also sounded quite like he enjoyed seeing her, and not for a good reason either with the way he thought she was playing. The part about the dog show hurt. She was not a dog. A small spark rolled off her tongue out of her mouth in irritation, quickly going out in a fizzle of smoke.
She stayed silent.
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Chisille's nose got to work again a little bit after seeing Renard. The bacon and eggs, two of her favorite foods... well, compared to things like moss or small rodents that she normally had to eat out in the wild. Hunting bigger game, even with her flames, was tricky. Especially since a lot of them usually put up a good fight. She just didn't have the skills or strength to take them down efficiently.
Even so, she did not dare move out from behind Betty. Not while Renard was staring at them. She could see that he had a couple sharp looking weapons with him, one with quite a long reach too. More then prepared to give her a good slash if he wanted.
This man also sounded quite like he enjoyed seeing her, and not for a good reason either with the way he thought she was playing. The part about the dog show hurt. She was not a dog. A small spark rolled off her tongue out of her mouth in irritation, quickly going out in a fizzle of smoke.
She stayed silent.
"Easy, Fido. How 'bout I take you out for a walk?"
Renard bit into his food. It was good, just like how his mother made it. That was strange. The dragon reacted to what I said. Does it understand me?
Renard scoffed. How would a dragon understand the concept of a sarcastic remark?
Orson then walks out of the sideroom the staircase is in, seeming to have forgot it, and slowly walks into the main room, while not really thinking about what he is doing, he then wanders outside before realizing that he is wandering around aimlessly.
As Niamh wanders through the streets, she notices how empty the town is. The fresh snow is devoid of footprints, and besides the occasional snowman (most of which lack faces, having only a bare head), there is no evidence of anything having been here recently. Even the areas around the snowmen is devoid of both footprints and signs of someone moving the snow to create the snowmen.
Eventually, Niamh arrives on a large open town square. In the middle, a lone snowman. To her left, she can see a burnt-down building in the distance, nothing but a smouldering ruin now. In front of her, she can see a road with a church in the distance. To her right, a bridge over a river.
The lack of people or footprints does creep her out a little bit, but with her Principal of Observation II at the ready she remains steadfast. On her travels she has encountered similar looking buildings before and people tend to gather around them to worship. Perhaps she can find someone to talk to there.
She makes her way to this church-looking building in the distance, while keeping a lookout on her surroundings.
Magic. The magic of the ancient celtic is very different to other magic of the great vastness of the world. About 20%-25% of ancient celtic decendents are born with magic circuits. There are 4 great systematic that each have 2 types. Therefore there are eight major types. Nobody is sure on the frequency that each is found, but each person that has magic circuits only has the ability to wield one type.
Mana reservoirs in each person grow in size by how old they are, up to a certain extent. However mana circuits get stronger by how much one trains them. Therefore nearly all celtic mages train as most as they can to be able to wield their magic stronger.
Niamh Yotsuba is a wielder of Acceleration-type magic. This branch allows acceleration to be cast upon a target in the vicinity. How large of a target, distance and speed that can be moved changes from acceleration-type mage to other acceleration-type mage. Niamh Yotsuba suffers from being only able to move small objects and not too far away, however her acceleration speed is very, very strong.
The Principal of Observation II features a mana crystal. It absorbs acceleration-type mana that Niamh gives it and transfers it to a mana emitter within the crossbow. It does 2 things.
Turn two cogs that turn a belt that draws the string automatically.
Activates a series of small shafts that loads the crossbow bolts from the very large magazine underneath it.
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Mana circuits are naturally tough and therefore a mage that has mana can suffer stronger blows then the average person. A strong human punch or kick for example won't do all too much. Sword and arrow wounds are healed slowly by mana circuits provided there is enough mana and that the mage isn't focusing their mind, aka relaxing, meditating, unconcious or asleep.
When a mage runs out of mana, they will find that their mana circuits are deactivated and they suffer from reduced stamina, because their energy is being converted to mana forcefully much stronger then if they are say, 100% or 20%.
Renard makes room for his food by tossing the sword sitting on the table over his shoulder.
"Fine, fine, will do, when I see the kid again," he replies. "Besides, gotta have a talk with him."
"Don't worry. Why would I leave when the party's just gettin' started? Sure, I'll come with you guys, for lack of better things to do."
"Oh, man, I almost regretted coming to this town, but there's no shortage of cute girls to look at," smirks Renard derisively, glancing at both the witch and guest. "Must be the Waise exclusive."
"And the dragon's come to play, too. You know, you'd take first place in a dog show, for sure."
Lyudmila only lets out a sigh in response to Renard's statement.
"Easy, Fido. How 'bout I take you out for a walk?"
Renard bit into his food. It was good, just like how his mother made it. That was strange. The dragon reacted to what I said. Does it understand me?
Renard scoffed. How would a dragon understand the concept of a sarcastic remark?
"... You do realise that the dragon can understand what you're saying, right?"
Orson then walks out of the sideroom the staircase is in, seeming to have forgot it, and slowly walks into the main room, while not really thinking about what he is doing, he then wanders outside before realizing that he is wandering around aimlessly.
As Orson wanders outside, he comes face-to-face with a snowman that looks just like him, sack included.
The lack of people or footprints does creep her out a little bit, but with her Principal of Observation II at the ready she remains steadfast. On her travels she has encountered similar looking buildings before and people tend to gather around them to worship. Perhaps she can find someone to talk to there.
She makes her way to this church-looking building in the distance, while keeping a lookout on her surroundings.
As Niamh approaches the church, she sees several figures standing outside of it, checking out a few snowmen. Niamh also notices that, the further away from the entrance to the town, the less snowmen there are.
The snowman doesn't respond.
"Why are you talking to a snowman?" The same voice from earlier says. It seems to be coming from behind Ariel instead of from the snowman.
Ariel turns to the one behind him, secretly hoping it wasn't the elephant talking, and says;
"Yeah yeah, I know, just making a joke." Clears his throat. "So, stalking me, huh? I know, I'm a likable chap, right? All the angels say so... well, I mean, except the ones that vouched to kick me out of heaven - but hey, no one's perfect." Regardless of his lighthearted demeanor, Ariel is ready to grab his sword from his back at an instants notice "So, what's up, still look'n for your girlfriend? Because, you know, as much as I'd like to be the stud that takes credit for her running out on you, she probably isn't my type anyway."
Boris is pleasantly surprised when the door accommodatingly swings open, but his pleasant feeling turn sour when he sees Annie sitting in a house full of blood. He's so taken back by the gore that he barely even notices that he is being pulled inside, until the door slammed shut behind him and jarred him to his senses. Now Boris wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but he knew that a young girl playing in a house of blood was downright wrong, and the way she spoke to him, telling him to sit as if being invited to a tea party, sent a shiver up and back down his spine.
"Y-you..." Boris stutters and cleared his throat; "You shouldn't be doing this. You'll never get those bloodstains out of the floor." He thinks for a minute, carefully taking a second look around at the bloody scene, and somehow getting a bad feeling at the prospect of denying her request, then answered her; "Well... sure, I don't mind sitting for a little while, but I really just came for directions. Then I think I better leave you in peace, okay then?"
Boris gently drops his sacks of treasure next to him and swallows hard, finding that his mouth is now completely dry as he sits himself down in front of Annie and crosses his legs like a little boy in a classroom.
"Daw... so..." He looks at Annie with caution, not quite knowing what to say now; "uhhhh... sure is a nice day, isn't it?"
Name: Niamh Yotsuba
Species: Human
Appearance: 5" 5" = 165cm. Female. 18. Black hair. Very brown eyes. Of fair skin. Not particularly fit appearance. Celtic heritage.
Abilities: Possesses one of the eight major types of magic, acceleration magic. Can apply acceleration to small objects (as of now). Limited control but direction and vague strength. Skilled in dual wield dagger, crossbow arts and traditional bow arts. Niamh is a magician. Mana circuits in her body naturally give her additional strength and slightly faster recovery. Punches and the like hurt her slightly less. Non-fatal sword stabbings can heal faster while resting by mana rejuvination. Niamh can also eject bullets, bolts or arrows from herself or others while relaxing and concentrating.
Special Weaknesses (If any): Not athletic or a fast runner due to dedicating most of her life to magic sorcery training, crossbow skills and caring for long-gone family.
Items they have: Principal of Observation II, an advanced magic-operated semi-auto crossbow. 2 small iron daggers. A generic and small-medium sized traditional hunting bow. Quivers.
Backstory (Optional): Niamh is a member of the ancient clan of the celts from the faraway lands. She sets off on a headless journey after her particular village was massacred by looters. She was practicing her archery with 2 of the village elders far away by the cliffs, to return to her friends and family slaughtered and the village plundered. The love of her life Seán and her loving brothers dead. She sets off on an ultimate journey, seeking a meaning in life once again.
Other: A very steadfast character that is not afraid to get stuff done, despite appearances. Will be unlikely to take high-stake gambles after past experiences. Will also plan in advance every detail. Pays attention to other people's characteristics however she does sometimes forget. Spends great time and care maintenancing her weapons and practicing her magic, ever slowly increasing her mana reserves and strengthening her mana circuits.
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Gwendolyn steps up behind him, blinking sluggishly as her mind gets up to speed. "And that's bad," she says. It doesn't sound like a question.
In front of him is a snowman that looks quite a lot like him. Did the snowman speak?
"Smells good, right? Want some too?" the Witch says cheerfully.
"Also Maras said you could keep both the Halberd and the Longsword if you wanted to."
Accepted!
Ariel blinks a few times, thinking maybe the initial blurred vision form the snow in his eyes was causing him to see things. But no, he was in fact looking down the nose of a snowman replica of himself.
He sighs, and asks; "I'm thinking my natural human reaction should revolve somewhere between hysteria and shock? Do we share the same name as well, or is that my old acquaintance, Lucifer, hiding inside that snowsuit?"
"Please," replies Renard. "I can't remember the last time I had good food."
"Heh... the kid's not all that bad," he remarks. "I'm not one to turn down a gift-- so give him my regards, will you?"
Renard turns his attention back to the longsword, which was still lying on the table.
Hate to admit it, but he's good. Real good at making weapons. So light, too, probably because of that metal. I'd ask how he does it, but he'd probably be out of a job if he told random people, thought Renard to himself. Maybe he'd be able to make that flintlock sword design I'd been thinking of.
Niamh Yotsuba's Principality of Observation II is a semi-automatic repeating crossbow. It relies on Niamh Yotsuba's proficiency of acceleration-type magic to activate and automatically reload and draw bolts.
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Niamh Yotsuba steps into the old town. She sees a heck of a lot of snowmen, which is quite strange for her. On her travels she has found snowly places, but not this many snowmen, which ought to be artificially made by people seeking amusement or other.
She makes her way through town looking for people to speak to. Perhaps local townspeople or perhaps some other adventurers. Regardless she would love somewhere to stay for the moment as the load in her backpack is quite heavy.
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A small whimper escaped from Chisille's mouth. 'How was there more humans in this place now then there was before? They must've come in the night while I was sleeping. They probably saw me and everything... I knew I should've gone into one of those cupboards...' she thinks to herself as she backs away further from where the others are.
However she ends up pressing her tail spike against a wall. In retaliation from the feeling, since she assumed that it was someone behind her about to catch or hurt her, she lashed out with her tail, striking the wall loudly. Oops. Too aggressive. She must've hit a snag or the tip of the spike was slightly too far into the wall, because she couldn't pull the spike out with her tail alone. She had to tug briefly with her whole body to free it.
Turning around, she noticed that it was just a wall. That didn't make her feel any better though. She was letting her panic get the better of herself and it only got worse from there. The sound would've attracted the others.
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"I mean, for all we know it was just some kid who was bored and was also an art major." Silas sighed, trying to rationalize the situation. "Then again, the kids here we've seen aren't exactly... normal?"
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Betty wakes up when Chisille tried to wake her up. But she keeps her eyes closed until she hears Chisille leave the kitchen, so Betty gets up, has a stretch and walks to the main room as well. From the doorway she watches her little dragon friend acting all nervous, and for good reason, because of the newcomer who seemed to have just turned up through the night.
"That witch just lets any old person in this place." She mumbles to herself. "Oh well."
Without first introducing herself to the new guy, who she wasn't sure if she had met in the inn earlier or not, she sneaks over to where Chisille is hiding and crouches down beside her, but she had to laugh a little when she got her tail stuck in the wall. "Whats wrong lil bubby? Don't you worry about a thing. That new guy doesn't look so tough to me. Besides, there is a whole lot of food just waiting for us over there, and I've gotta tell ya it sure does smell delicious. So how about this: We both go over and meet this new guy together. You and me, right? I won't let anyone hurt you and hey, you can stay behind me if you like. But let's be brave, ok? Don't go around showing any fear, or people might take advantage of that, you know?" Betty gives Chisille a light pat on the head. "So let's go, ok?"
Betty gets up and slowly starts walking toward the new guy, Renard and the witch (who I forget the name of right now, sorry gosh darn it), hoping her little dragon friend would come with her.
Chisille turned back around in alarm when she heard Betty come over to her. She was now face to face with Betty at a very close proximity, and almost lashed out a second time before stopping herself from doing so. Betty would definitely not appreciate a spike through her arm or leg or wherever Chisille's panicked strike would land.
Guilty about almost stabbing her, she relaxed herself, tail drooping down to the floor as she listened to Betty's attempts to calm her down silently. The headache started to return again as she talked, but she didn't want to upset Betty like the last time so she kept quiet about it all, zoning out once or twice during her talk until finally Betty was finished, ending it off with an unexpected pat to the head which Chisille lightly shook off.
It took her a bit after Betty walked away to decide what to do, debating with herself if she should reveal herself. With a sigh, she followed after Betty until they reached Renard and Lyudmila. Keeping behind her, crouching low, she glanced over towards them from behind Betty's legs.
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The snowman doesn't respond.
"Why are you talking to a snowman?" The same voice from earlier says. It seems to be coming from behind Ariel instead of from the snowman.
The witch puts down a plate with an egg and some bacon in front of Renard
"Here you go! As for giving Maras your regards, why don't you give him your regards yourself when he gets back? Or do you not plan on sticking around? Me and the others are planning on trying to find a way into the castle after all."
"And there they are right now. Good morning! You two hungry? I've made bacon and eggs!" Lyudmila says cheerfully.
"Oh, and this is Renard. He showed up last night and fell asleep on the chair."
As Niamh wanders through the streets, she notices how empty the town is. The fresh snow is devoid of footprints, and besides the occasional snowman (most of which lack faces, having only a bare head), there is no evidence of anything having been here recently. Even the areas around the snowmen is devoid of both footprints and signs of someone moving the snow to create the snowmen.
Eventually, Niamh arrives on a large open town square. In the middle, a lone snowman. To her left, she can see a burnt-down building in the distance, nothing but a smouldering ruin now. In front of her, she can see a road with a church in the distance. To her right, a bridge over a river.
Renard makes room for his food by tossing the sword sitting on the table over his shoulder.
"Fine, fine, will do, when I see the kid again," he replies. "Besides, gotta have a talk with him."
"Don't worry. Why would I leave when the party's just gettin' started? Sure, I'll come with you guys, for lack of better things to do."
"Oh, man, I almost regretted coming to this town, but there's no shortage of cute girls to look at," smirks Renard derisively, glancing at both the witch and guest. "Must be the Waise exclusive."
"And the dragon's come to play, too. You know, you'd take first place in a dog show, for sure."
Chisille's nose got to work again a little bit after seeing Renard. The bacon and eggs, two of her favorite foods... well, compared to things like moss or small rodents that she normally had to eat out in the wild. Hunting bigger game, even with her flames, was tricky. Especially since a lot of them usually put up a good fight. She just didn't have the skills or strength to take them down efficiently.
Even so, she did not dare move out from behind Betty. Not while Renard was staring at them. She could see that he had a couple sharp looking weapons with him, one with quite a long reach too. More then prepared to give her a good slash if he wanted.
This man also sounded quite like he enjoyed seeing her, and not for a good reason either with the way he thought she was playing. The part about the dog show hurt. She was not a dog. A small spark rolled off her tongue out of her mouth in irritation, quickly going out in a fizzle of smoke.
She stayed silent.
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"Easy, Fido. How 'bout I take you out for a walk?"
Renard bit into his food. It was good, just like how his mother made it.
That was strange. The dragon reacted to what I said. Does it understand me?
Renard scoffed. How would a dragon understand the concept of a sarcastic remark?
Orson then walks out of the sideroom the staircase is in, seeming to have forgot it, and slowly walks into the main room, while not really thinking about what he is doing, he then wanders outside before realizing that he is wandering around aimlessly.
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The lack of people or footprints does creep her out a little bit, but with her Principal of Observation II at the ready she remains steadfast. On her travels she has encountered similar looking buildings before and people tend to gather around them to worship. Perhaps she can find someone to talk to there.
She makes her way to this church-looking building in the distance, while keeping a lookout on her surroundings.
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Magic. The magic of the ancient celtic is very different to other magic of the great vastness of the world. About 20%-25% of ancient celtic decendents are born with magic circuits. There are 4 great systematic that each have 2 types. Therefore there are eight major types. Nobody is sure on the frequency that each is found, but each person that has magic circuits only has the ability to wield one type.
Mana reservoirs in each person grow in size by how old they are, up to a certain extent. However mana circuits get stronger by how much one trains them. Therefore nearly all celtic mages train as most as they can to be able to wield their magic stronger.
Niamh Yotsuba is a wielder of Acceleration-type magic. This branch allows acceleration to be cast upon a target in the vicinity. How large of a target, distance and speed that can be moved changes from acceleration-type mage to other acceleration-type mage. Niamh Yotsuba suffers from being only able to move small objects and not too far away, however her acceleration speed is very, very strong.
The Principal of Observation II features a mana crystal. It absorbs acceleration-type mana that Niamh gives it and transfers it to a mana emitter within the crossbow. It does 2 things.
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Mana circuits are naturally tough and therefore a mage that has mana can suffer stronger blows then the average person. A strong human punch or kick for example won't do all too much. Sword and arrow wounds are healed slowly by mana circuits provided there is enough mana and that the mage isn't focusing their mind, aka relaxing, meditating, unconcious or asleep.
When a mage runs out of mana, they will find that their mana circuits are deactivated and they suffer from reduced stamina, because their energy is being converted to mana forcefully much stronger then if they are say, 100% or 20%.
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Lyudmila only lets out a sigh in response to Renard's statement.
"... You do realise that the dragon can understand what you're saying, right?"
As Orson wanders outside, he comes face-to-face with a snowman that looks just like him, sack included.
As Niamh approaches the church, she sees several figures standing outside of it, checking out a few snowmen. Niamh also notices that, the further away from the entrance to the town, the less snowmen there are.
Ariel turns to the one behind him, secretly hoping it wasn't the elephant talking, and says;
"Yeah yeah, I know, just making a joke." Clears his throat. "So, stalking me, huh? I know, I'm a likable chap, right? All the angels say so... well, I mean, except the ones that vouched to kick me out of heaven - but hey, no one's perfect." Regardless of his lighthearted demeanor, Ariel is ready to grab his sword from his back at an instants notice "So, what's up, still look'n for your girlfriend? Because, you know, as much as I'd like to be the stud that takes credit for her running out on you, she probably isn't my type anyway."