FANTASY-NO MAGIC

[Mags she/they]

Just now, Spark of Hope said:

 

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yeh

[BlueWildRye he/him]

35 minutes ago, Magi said:

"I am!" He said optimistically. "You have nothing to worry about."

She's still slumped against the table, snoring softly. You can't really get to any pockets easily, because of the armor, but there is:

A hammer stuck in her belt, that would've been a normal work hammer if the handle was longer and the head was spiked.

A pouch on her belt, about 6 inches deep.

And a satchel on the seat next to her.

Rye takes the hammer and satchel, hesitates, then sticks his hand into the pouch.

[Mags she/they]

Just now, BlueWildRye said:

Rye takes the hammer and satchel, hesitates, then sticks his hand into the pouch.

She doesn't notice you take the satchel at all, but the second he touches the hammer, she snapped awake.

Her hand immediately went it it, pulling it away from him.

"Excuse me?!"

[Through the Living Hope]

3 minutes ago, BlueWildRye said:

Rye takes the hammer and satchel, hesitates, then sticks his hand into the pouch.

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Ooooooooo you're in trooouuubbbblllleeee

1 minute ago, Magi said:

She doesn't notice you take the satchel at all, but the second he touches the hammer, she snapped awake.

Her hand immediately went it it, pulling it away from him.

"Excuse me?!"

 

[BlueWildRye he/him]

8 hours ago, Magi said:

She doesn't notice you take the satchel at all, but the second he touches the hammer, she snapped awake.

Her hand immediately went it it, pulling it away from him.

"Excuse me?!"

Rye just kind of squawked and ran off.

[Mags she/they]

On 1/10/2025 at 4:38 PM, BlueWildRye said:

Rye just kind of squawked and ran off.

"Dude what?!" She yelled after him, but didn't follow.

She didn't notice that you'd taken her satchel.

[BlueWildRye he/him]

Outside, Rye sits down on the roof of the tavern and opens the satchel.

@Magi

[Mags she/they]

8 hours ago, BlueWildRye said:

Outside, Rye sits down on the roof of the tavern and opens the satchel.

@Magi

Inside there is:

A thick book bound in leather, upon opening it, it looks like a handwritten journal. The type of thing that's really only valuable to it's user.

A small pouch with a sad amount of copper coins inside, accompanied by some snail shells and a roughly fish shaped pebble.

A strange woven and beaded string that has a small vile of clear liquid on the end. It looks important, but nothing about the liquid seems odd, it's probably just water. The vile itself is sealed shut.

Some basic traveling rations wrapped in linen, an apple, and a water skin that's half full.

An extremely old looking tinder box.

And finally in the very bottom, a small handheld whetstone.

Edited January 12, 2025 by Magi

[BlueWildRye he/him]

23 hours ago, Magi said:

Inside there is:

A thick book bound in leather, upon opening it, it looks like a handwritten journal. The type of thing that's really only valuable to it's user.

A small pouch with a sad amount of copper coins inside, accompanied by some snail shells and a roughly fish shaped pebble.

A strange woven and beaded string that has a small vile of clear liquid on the end. It looks important, but nothing about the liquid seems odd, it's probably just water. The vile itself is sealed shut.

Some basic traveling rations wrapped in linen, an apple, and a water skin that's half full.

An extremely old looking tinder box.

And finally in the very bottom, a small handheld whetstone.

Rye pockets the coins, hoping to melt them down later. He also takes the whetstone and one of those shells because it looks cool, and munches on the apple. He'll probably return everything else. He flips through the journal, then puts it back in the satchel, along with everything else he didn't take, and sneaks back into the tavern, setting the satchel near where the woman had been sleeping.

[Mags she/they]

4 hours ago, BlueWildRye said:

Rye pockets the coins, hoping to melt them down later. He also takes the whetstone and one of those shells because it looks cool, and munches on the apple. He'll probably return everything else. He flips through the journal, then puts it back in the satchel, along with everything else he didn't take, and sneaks back into the tavern, setting the satchel near where the woman had been sleeping.

From flipping through the journal, it's pretty easy to skim and see that it's . . . extremely over-detailed. With hour by hour lists of what she did that day, where she was, and how she felt. All of it is pretty normal, the day-to-day of a typical traveler type, and nothing stands out except for the excessive amount of notes on seemingly meaningless things.

When he re-entered the tavern, the woman was standing by the bar, speaking to Marnie who was nodding sympathetically. They both turn to see Rye enter, and the blonde woman shoots him a glare before seeing her satchel in his hands and immediately storming over.

"What the heck, man!" She grunted, pulling it out of his hands.

[Through the Living Hope]

8 hours ago, Magi said:

From flipping through the journal, it's pretty easy to skim and see that it's . . . extremely over-detailed. With hour by hour lists of what she did that day, where she was, and how she felt. All of it is pretty normal, the day-to-day of a typical traveler type, and nothing stands out except for the excessive amount of notes on seemingly meaningless things.

When he re-entered the tavern, the woman was standing by the bar, speaking to Marnie who was nodding sympathetically. They both turn to see Rye enter, and the blonde woman shoots him a glare before seeing her satchel in his hands and immediately storming over.

"What the heck, man!" She grunted, pulling it out of his hands.

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Out of rep but I love this lady 

 

[BlueWildRye he/him]

10 hours ago, Magi said:

From flipping through the journal, it's pretty easy to skim and see that it's . . . extremely over-detailed. With hour by hour lists of what she did that day, where she was, and how she felt. All of it is pretty normal, the day-to-day of a typical traveler type, and nothing stands out except for the excessive amount of notes on seemingly meaningless things.

When he re-entered the tavern, the woman was standing by the bar, speaking to Marnie who was nodding sympathetically. They both turn to see Rye enter, and the blonde woman shoots him a glare before seeing her satchel in his hands and immediately storming over.

"What the heck, man!" She grunted, pulling it out of his hands.

"Sorry, I'm kinda broke right now," Rye mutters.

[Mags she/they]

1 hour ago, Spark of Hope said:

 

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Me: Oh no my NPC count vs player count is a little out of balance, I need to fix that

Also me: Wouldn't it be so fun if this character was there . . .

1 minute ago, BlueWildRye said:

"Sorry, I'm kinda broke right now," Rye mutters.

She stared at him, more shocked then anything else. "What, and you don't think I am too? How much did you find in here, like five copper?" 

She dug around in the bag a little, "That wasn't enough to buy me anything good, I doubt it'll get you far."

[BlueWildRye he/him]

5 minutes ago, Magi said:

She stared at him, more shocked then anything else. "What, and you don't think I am too? How much did you find in here, like five copper?" 

She dug around in the bag a little, "That wasn't enough to buy me anything good, I doubt it'll get you far."

"Do... do you want it back? I suppose I can just go to the bank instead. If you want, I can get you some money too."

Rye realized that he was really bad at this, and probably would have been better running away instead of trying to talk.

[Mags she/they]

2 minutes ago, BlueWildRye said:

"Do... do you want it back? I suppose I can just go to the bank instead. If you want, I can get you some money too."

Rye realized that he was really bad at this, and probably would have been better running away instead of trying to talk.

She slung the bag strap over her shoulder.

"No . . . just keep it, I was probably gonna loose it at some point anyway. That, and none of the banks in Jouken really like me all that much, I'm trying to lay low if you know what I mean."

Edited January 14, 2025 by Magi

[BlueWildRye he/him]

1 minute ago, Magi said:

She slung the bag strap over her shoulder.

"No . . . just keep it, I was probably gonna loose it at some point anyway. That, and none of the banks in Jouken really like me all that much, I'm trying to lay low if you know what I mean."

"Understandable, I suppose," Rye said, walking off.

[Mags she/they]

1 minute ago, BlueWildRye said:

"Understandable, I suppose," Rye said, walking off.

"Yeah--oh, okay--goodbye then," She said, watching him go.

"Gosh robbing a girl and then not introducing yourself? What has society come to," she muttered as she moved back over to her table.

[Through the Living Hope]

3 minutes ago, Magi said:

"Yeah--oh, okay--goodbye then," She said, watching him go.

"Gosh robbing a girl and then not introducing yourself? What has society come to," she muttered as she moved back over to her table.

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This woman is amazing

 

[BlueWildRye he/him]

20 minutes ago, Magi said:

"Yeah--oh, okay--goodbye then," She said, watching him go.

"Gosh robbing a girl and then not introducing yourself? What has society come to," she muttered as she moved back over to her table.

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Whoops---but thats pretty in-character lol

"Dammit, I wish I still had that weapon cache in the graveyard," Rye swore to himself, "That would have been a huge help." As far as he knew, there weren't any other caches nearby.

[Mags she/they]

1 hour ago, Spark of Hope said:

 

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hehe

1 hour ago, BlueWildRye said:

"Dammit, I wish I still had that weapon cache in the graveyard," Rye swore to himself, "That would have been a huge help." As far as he knew, there weren't any other caches nearby.

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okie, are you guys good to skip to the morning? It's probably like 2-3 am

 

[Through the Living Hope]

Just now, Magi said:

 

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Yep

 

[BlueWildRye he/him]

6 hours ago, Magi said:

 

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Of course

Rye crawled into the darkest corner of the tavern and went to sleep.

[Mags she/they]

The night, longer then most, finally faded and gave way to dawn. The sun rose on an empire collapsing in on itself, it's heart rotten away. 

The chaos, however, had not reached Marnie's inn just yet.

Indeed, the sun creeping through her front windows was just the same as any other morning. Her bar the same scrubbed chestnut; Every bottle in it's perfect row. The long curved scimitar she hadn't touched in years nestled just in reach underneath the countertop.

She was the first to rise, as always (well, if you didn't count her blonde friend who hadn't ever actually gone to bed), and began setting up just as usually.

After about an hour, the sun fully up now, a young man slid down the stairs and peaked inside the common room. His long black was loose, one of his arms was in a sling and he had a half empty bag slung over his shoulder.

"June?" Marnie asked, seeing him. She'd only seen him for the first time last night, and even with August's descriptions the twins looked too much the same to her.

Luckily it seemed she'd guessed right because June crossed the room to her bar, glancing back nervously at the door he'd come through.

"Good morning! I'm not . . . sure you should be out of bed," She said with a chuckle.

June glowered at her, "Whatever, it doesn't hurt."

Marnie surveyed his hunched and tight posture. ". . . right."

"Anyway," June said, waving his hands in the air as if clearing away her words, "Do you know where I can buy a horse?"

She raised an eyebrow. "No."

"Seriously? You live around here, you'd know where to buy a horse."

"Alas, I'm a friend of August, and I don't think he'd appreciate you slipping away."

He studied the floor, obviously considering his options. Surely, he knew he wouldn't be able to outrun them on foot.

June seemed to realize this, as he let his bag fall to the floor with a clunk, and climbed up onto a bar-stool.

Marnie gave him a smile, he ignored it. 

"Could I maybe get you something to take the edge off those injuries?" She asked.

"No, I ate alcohol." He leaned forward and laid his head on the table, using his arms as a pillow.

Not a moment later, the door to upstairs slammed open, July bursting inn.

"June! There you are! I got so worried when I saw you weren't in your room!"

"Oh . . ." June replied, and some semblance of guilt flashed over his face.

July hurried over, hovering over June's slouched form in a concerned manner. "You should still be resting."

June leaned back, meeting his eyes, "I don't feel like it."

"That's not a good reason . . . August's still not up yet and I don't want to wake him, he needs the rest."

"Mr. Responsible sleeping in? That's new."

July frowned, "Last night was hard on everybody, you know that."

"It's not like he actually did anything last night," June muttered bitterly, leaning back onto the counter.

July just sighed, clearly unwilling to argue further.

September entered, looking as put together as possible in his situation. He's ditched the fancy robes, and was wearing as simple shirt and trousers--probably something he'd been wearing under the robes. He sat at his own table, clearly not sure what to do with himself.

The blonde girl was still at her corner table, but now instead of snoozing she was writing furiously in the journal Rye had discovered. She hummed softly to herself, tapping her foot against the table's leg. Some kind of drink was next to her in a tankard, despite the early hour.

"Hey lady," June finally said, "Do you have any orange juice?"

Marnie chuckled, "Of course," and bustled off to get some.

July smirked and took a sit at the bar next to his brother.

@Spark of Hope @BlueWildRye

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you guys wanna come back ? ;-;

@Through The Living Glass @TheRavenHasLanded

Edited January 23, 2025 by Magi

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, Magi said:

The night, longer then most, finally faded and gave way to dawn. The sun rose on an empire collapsing in on itself, it's heart rotten away. 

The chaos, however, had not reached Marnie's inn just yet.

Indeed, the sun creeping through her front windows was just the same as any other morning. Her bar the same scrubbed chestnut; Every bottle in it's perfect row. The long curved scimitar she hadn't touched in years nestled just in reach underneath the countertop.

She was the first to rise, as always (well, if you didn't count her blonde friend who hadn't ever actually gone to bed), and began setting up just as usually.

After about an hour, the sun fully up now, a young man slid down the stairs and peaked inside the common room. His long black was loose, one of his arms was in a sling and he had a half empty bag slung over his shoulder.

"June?" Marnie asked, seeing him. She'd only seen him for the first time last night, and even with August's descriptions they looked too much the same to her.

Luckily it seemed she'd guessed right because June crossed the room to her bar, glancing back nervously at the door he'd come through.

"Good morning! I'm not . . . sure you should be out of bed," She said with a chuckle.

June glowered at her, "Whatever, it doesn't hurt."

Marnie surveyed his hunched and tight posture. ". . . right."

"Anyway," June said, waving his hands in the air as if clearing away her words, "Do you know where I can buy a horse?"

She raised an eyebrow. "No."

"Seriously? You live around here, you'd know where to buy a horse."

"Alas, I'm a friend of August, and I don't think he'd appreciate you slipping away."

He studied the floor, obviously considering his options. Surely, he knew he wouldn't be able to outrun them on foot.

June seemed to realize this, as he let his bag fall to the floor with a clunk, and climbed up onto a bar-stool.

Marnie gave him a smiled, he ignored it. 

"Can you I maybe get you something to take the edge off those injuries?" She asked.

"No, I ate alcohol." He leaned forward and laid his head on the table, using his arms as a pillow.

Not a moment later, the door to upstairs slammed open, July bursting out.

"June! There you are! I got so worried when I saw you weren't in your room!"

"Oh . . ." June replied, and some semblance of guilt flashed over his face.

July hurried over, hovering over June's slouched form in a concerned manner. "You should still be resting."

June leaned back, meeting his eyes, "I don't feel like it."

"That's not a good reason . . . Anyway, August's not up yet and I don't want to wake him, he needs the rest."

"Mr. responsible sleeping in? That's new."

July frowned, "Last night was hard on everybody, you know that."

"It's not like he actually did anything," June muttered bitterly, leaning back onto the counter.

July just sighed, clearly unwilling to argue further.

September entered, looking as put together as possible in his situation. He's ditched the fancy robes, and was wearing as simple shirt and trousers--probably something he'd been wearing under the robes. He sat at his own table, clearly not sure what to do with himself.

The blonde girl was still at her corner table, but now instead of snoozing she was writing furiously in the journal Rye had discovered. She hummed softly to herself, tapping her foot against the table's leg. Some kind of drink was next to her in a tankard, despite the early hour.

"Hey lady," June finally said, "Do you have any orange juice?"

Marnie chuckled, "Of course," and bustled off to get some.

July smirked and took a sit at the bar next to his brother.

@Spark of Hope @BlueWildRye

@Through The Living Glass @TheRavenHasLanded

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I lost track of this, dude

what happened after they escaped the castle?

 

[Mags she/they]

1 minute ago, Through The Living Glass said:

 

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I know it got kind of chaotic, sorry about that 

August lead everyone to a tavern run by his friends on the edge of the city, his hope being that anyone chasing them would assume they'd left the city. 

The current group is:

June, July, April, August, September, Niamh, + Rye who is in the same building.

Marnie is the bar-keeper, and Augusts friend.

Basically, another tavern scene so our characters can recoup and form plans.