Author: Jesgil, Posted: Wed Oct 4, 2017 7:58 AM, Post Subject: Tend to the Community (O: L3)

That was certainly… odd. One moment, the two were sharing drinks and simple stories they have heard and experience to try and relax, and the next, Ryalla was frozen like a board, as if she had suddenly been transformed into a statue. Even her eyes seemed like they were suddenly glass, decoratively looking forward while knowing they were simple decorations. It was… an odd thing to witness, that was for sure. It was not until she moved again did the Draconian sigh in relief, only to hear her need to step outside. All she could do then was honor her request and wait at the table. At the very least, she thought she could get the two topped off while she was gone.

When she returned, Ryalla did not look like everything was sunshine and rainbows (Well, being a messorem, she doubted her work life was anything but…), and from the sound of things, her job became much worse. "Not the only one?" Jesgil could not stop herself from repeating, a bit of a shakiness in her voice. After all, now there was more escapees from the underworld to deal with, and it seemed they had all been gathering up in one place. Harena Desert… That would be a week's walk on the road, right? she thought to herself, her finger dancing in the air as if looking at an invisible map. If we get a small ship, I am sure we can cross that small bit of water and save a few days, but–

Ryalla's voice interrupted her thoughts, as the tone she had on "needing to discuss something" was rather intimidating for some reason. It was her tone of voice. Whatever it was, it was a really dire matter. "W-Well," she said, the whisky from earlier not stopping her shakes this time, "what would we need to discuss then?" It was clear she was still willing to help. After all, it was unprofessional of her to leave a job without a just cause.

Author: Dalanesca, Posted: Tue Oct 3, 2017 1:22 PM, Post Subject: Tend to the Community (O: L3)

"You did say that, yes," she said, nodding  "It's still unusual magic that I've not witnessed before… I find it curious and interesting," she said, giving Jesgil a bit of a smile.  "Forgive me for my prying.  I tend to want to know more about things I've not seen before, and I know it may get a bit overwhelming," she said in a rather apologetic tone.  

As Jesgil noted she would be fine with waiting until nightfall to leave, Dalanesca listened attentively.  Suddenly, she stiffened, and her attention seemed to be drawn elsewhere.  She seemed to suddenly regain awareness of the area, and she looked at Jesgil rather apologetically one more.  "Could you excuse me?  I think I need to step outside for a moment."  Without waiting for a response, she stood up from the table and hurried outside.

What Jesgil could not see was that she found a secluded place in the alley behind the tavern, and opened a gate to return to Inferos.  She had received an urgent plea from her realm, the denizens of which informing her that multiple souls were missing from their respective prisons in each of the Circles.  Such news was alarming to her, and required her immediate attention.  She was not gone long, assessing the situation in Inferos, before returning back to the tavern and seating herself with Jesgil once more.

"I apologize.  There was an urgent matter I needed to attend to - and believe it or not, it had to do with the escapee we are going to be tracking down - well, sort of, anyway." She paused, contemplating just how she was going to explain this matter to Jesgil.  "He is not the only one to go missing from Inferos," she said, her tone darkening, and her eyes fading to a deep crimson from their normal pale blue.  "We won't be looking for him here.  I need to travel to the Harena Desert," she said, rather abruptly.  "I'd still very much like your assistance if you'd lend it - but there are some things we will need to discuss on the way," she added - the time had come for her to reveal her true identity to Jesgil, but the middle of a crowded tavern before she knew if the girl would even accompany her to the desert was certainly not the place to do so.

Author: Jesgil, Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2017 12:02 PM, Post Subject: Tend to the Community (O: L3)

"Oh, this?" she asked in response to her ice breath through the ice sheet on the mug, "Didn't I just say my father was a Silver dragon? They are known for having an ice breath instead of the fire most people are accustomed to, meaning I have a bit of a natural affinity towards it. As for this, though," she said, touching and feeling her throat as it slowly shifted back to flat and smooth, "its a natural recurrence when using it so my human body does not get harmed as badly. Most of it is sealed away, however, so to awaken it, I need to be granted permission, per say." It can be pieced that her chant is more of an act to gain the permission to use, which shifts her body to become more adjusted to its needs before allowing it to occur. "However, it seems all of my magic flows through my dragon side, so I need to ask for any time I really need to use it. Luckily, its not like I have ever been denied, right?" Or maybe Jesgil didn't really understand the concept of a seal.

When it came time to tell her tale of the target, Jesgil was at full attention, listening on to what she had to deal with for this job alone. It sounded like a rare case, at the very least. After all, since when do the spirits who have fallen from grace ever found their way back on land? As far as she knew, Necromancers made souls to fit an existing body built to serve them, not actually pull them from the Circles and into the living world.

Still, she was able to catch the small slip up, but was quick to pass it aside. After all, Lady Death chose who to be messorems in the first place, and she could guess some of them shared the same opinion as if if that was the case. Maybe it would be inappropriate for them to share their own opinion, and it would be better to show it as a good grace of their ruler? She had no real knowledge of the hows and whys aside from the rumors that spread, and it would be rude to try and add such fuel to the fire. A great question to ask, but maybe not at this time.

"If you believe night is the best time to carry this out, then I shall simply follow suit. My job does ask me to be adaptive for any situation," Jesgil smiled before taking in another drink, feeling comfortable to relax and enjoy a simple chat before dusk broke, knowing it was then things would get more strenuous.

Author: Dalanesca, Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2017 10:53 AM, Post Subject: Tend to the Community (O: L3)

Dalanesca had to admit to herself, she was rather impressed with Jesgil's slightly coy response when she questioned her on who, or what, Tillan was.  She was further impressed that, although the girl looked rather young and naive, she once again proved her wisdom with the suggestion that something disruptive was not to take place in the tavern they currently sat in.  Her suggestion that they also enjoy the peacefulness they had been granted before venturing off into the chaos of the hunt also proved that wisdom.  "You're right," she said, nodding in acknowledgment to Jesgil.  She took another drink and leaned back in her chair.

She watched Jesgil with interest for a few moments, as she began to speak in a tongue that she did not recognize.  She could not understand what it was that she said, but it was clear that it was some sort of incantation or spell meant to accomplish something specific.  She could see just the smallest of changes near the girl's throat - the end result of which came as a thin coating of ice around the cup that her drink was in.  This was impressive, and it had been very subtle.  "Interesting form of magic," she said, a bit softly.   "How was it you learned to harness the magic within you?" The darker tones of her voice slipped through in her reverie, and she cleared her throat quickly, turning her attention up to Jesgil's face again.

"It is true, the Reaper would not be after a petty criminal.  He is… dangerous," she said, her voice breaking as though she were unsure of how to continue phrasing the story of why it was so imperative to hunt him down.  "In his life, he was a… what shall I call him… a ruiner.  He raped, he pillaged, he burned.  He was a slayer of the innocent… a defiler of the dead, et cetera et cetera," she concluded, hoping that this would paint enough of a picture for Jesgil of what sins it was this man was guilty of committing.  

"The deeper problem lies not in what he did while he was still alive… the deeper problem is that we cannot figure out just how he managed to escape Inferos," she said.  She furrowed her brow slightly as she continued to try to explain to Jesgil.  "We do not know how he did it.  The Circulorum Inferni - the circles of Inferos - are impervious to magic.  You simply cannot break through them.  This leads me - rather, Lady Dalanesca - to believe," she paused, having gotten so deep into the story that she had nearly slipped up.  "This leads us to believe that he has help on the inside.  He is dangerous and rather adept with heavy weapons - which is why I think he stole that piece from that Orc," she said.  

"You can understand then why it is we must go after him?" she asked.  "Your skills will be useful - and it will give you a chance to hone them.  If you'd like, we could wait until daybreak to head out.  I understand that most people do not like to travel in the dark.  For me, however…" she trailed off, and the irises of her eyes flashed crimson.  "Night is the best time!"

Author: Jesgil, Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2017 9:49 PM, Post Subject: Tend to the Community (O: L3)

"I think show is better than tell," Jesgil chuckled when Ryalla's curiosity conquered her. "However, I do not think the bar master or any of the maids would want me to display her here. After all, this is a pretty peaceful setting we have now. We should enjoy it before things get any more chaotic. At the very least, you will have your answer if push does come to shove."

She took a quick draw of her drink before pausing and looking down. Sure it tasted fine, but it was a little too warn for her own liking. "Awaken, my blood, and grant me your frost," her tongue danced in dragon, feeling her throat shift the the process. "Let it cool off the grandest of heats and chill whatever stands before it." She could feel the scales push from under her skin at her throat, cheeks, and lips as her tongue adjusted. After all, in her human state, breathing out a small wave of cool breath would have been damaging to her throat normally, and it was a bit of work just to simply coat her mug in a thin sheet of ice, but taking the next drink did bring her comfort. Nice, cool, and refreshing.

"And yet while we do have it, it does need to be broken here. After all, if Lady Death is after such a man, it would be wise to know what we are up against, right?" Her eyes stared into Ryalla's with a serious tone in them. "I am not hired to hunt down criminals like this, but for things to be as successful as you wish, would it be wise to let me in on who we are after?"

Author: Dalanesca, Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2017 8:30 AM, Post Subject: Tend to the Community (O: L3)

"Skill in healing magic would be rather useful to me," she said, though it was partially untrue.  Being divine, she could easily heal herself - but if she did sustain a wound during the time she still carried on with the facade that she was only a messorem  - an agent of Inferos - rather than the actual ruler of Inferos.  "Inferos isn't exactly home to the best healers," she said with a bit of a smirk, as what she spoke of was most likely common knowledge.  Of course, the proverbial underworld of Revaliir would not have many people skilled in the healing arts, as the Reaper was the patron god of Necromancers and Assassins.  If someone were looking for someone skilled at making the flesh rot from someone's bones, or making someone choke on their own blood - she was your girl.   

She found herself impressed that the girl, Jesgil, had trained herself in the use of an axe - and a bit more curious as she mentioned this Tillan.  It was unclear at first what Tillan was - perhaps it was a pet or creature of some sort that Jesgil kept as a companion - or perhaps it was a weapon.  Curiosity got the better of her, and she could see Jesgil's smile in hopes that she would inquire about the name.  "Tillan?" she asked, quirking an eyebrow.  "Pray tell, what is that?"  She was continuing to find the girl more and more interesting as time went on, and she had a feeling that was bound to continue.  

She took another draw of her drink, savoring the bitter taste of the liquid contained in the cup.  She now found herself very interested in finding out more about Jesgil before they began their mission of hunting down the miscreant that had broken free from Inferos.

Author: Jesgil, Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2017 11:16 AM, Post Subject: Tend to the Community (O: L3)

While Jesgil did not feel like she knew the area as well as she thought Ryalla did, she was there longer to know the area well enough to be able to get around simply, which she guessed was all that she needed to get in that advantage. Though she could not exactly tell what good being "pure of heart" would aid in hunting down an escapee from hell.

Maybe she was right in terms of not expecting someone not from the Circles. After all, if he knew he was on the lamb, then he would be sure to try and keep away those from that realm as well. Maybe he would be more trusting to hide himself with a living mortal? Or take hostage… that was always a possibility (even if they were in the land of a powerful species).

Her thoughts were interrupted when the barmaid returned with their drinks, Jesgil tipping her glass to Ryalla as if an invisible cheers before drinking down some of the whiskey herself. It was surprisingly amazing to find out how much this ale was in calming her spirits about the current series of events. In fact, it was enough to not even phase her when talk of combat was brought up. "With my profession, I made sure to teach myself in the art of healing magics, though that is not my only skill. After all, the blood of the Silver Dragon flows through my blood, granting me a natural power of ice and I have trained myself in the way of the axe. If the time does come, I will be sure to show you Tillan." She was sure to smile on that last bit, leaving it in the open if she could summon a beast and not the fact that she named the axe itself.

Author: Dalanesca, Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2017 9:27 AM, Post Subject: Tend to the Community (O: L3)

Dalanesca was rather surprised at how well Jesgil handled the information she offered her.  Granted, if she had been wholly truthful, perhaps it would not have been as well received.  That would come at a later time when she was even more sure of the girl's trustworthiness.  For the time being, however, it seemed that this information sat well with her, though she seemed to be on high alert.  She allowed Jesgil some more time to process what she had just been informed of.  

"I do want you to help.  You seem to know the area fairly well, and I have rarely been here.  I'm gifted with a more keen perception than the average mortal, but even that does not compare to someone who has spent time in an area," she added.  "You seem to be pure of heart, as well," she added, her voice taking on a comforting tone - a bit out of character for Dalanesca, the Goddess of Death and Darkness - but completely in character for Ryalla, messorem of the Reaper.  "You needn't worry, Jesgil," she said, warmly smiling at her.  

"And yes, I do want your assistance, if you are willing to give it," she added. "This man will expect someone like me to be after him, but he would not expect someone such as yourself.  The element of surprise is important in this particular task." She grew quiet for a moment, regarding Jesgil with only her eyes.  "Besides, Lady Dalanesca is actually a very rewarding employer,"  she added with a bit of a smirk.  "She might reign over Death and Darkness, but she's a compassionate woman."  It took all of her effort to stifle a chuckle as she attempted to describe herself in a positive light.

"Now," she said, just as the barmaid returned with their beverages.  She took hers, taking a long draw of the dark whiskey in the stone tumbler.  "Let's have a quick drink and get underway?" she asked.  She set the cup down and leaned forward a bit to speak to Jesgil once more. "Do you have any experience fighting?" she asked, getting to the point rather quickly.  "Because the chances are rather high that we will end up in some form of combat during this endeavor."  She gave Jesgil and encouraging nod. "If you're not, I'd be willing to teach you a couple quick things," she added.

Author: Jesgil, Posted: Fri Sep 8, 2017 10:43 AM, Post Subject: Tend to the Community (O: L3)

Jesgil smiled at Ryalla's comforts about her situation, but she knew it was not a fear of what others thought. It was more align to her own control of said power. In the words of her stating she was hiding more than she could ever realize, all Jesgil could do was smile in her way of comfort. Then again, she did state she would reveal a secret of hers in return of speaking about her heritage, so it would only mean she should probably brace herself for what secrets she really had.

However, her secret was nothing she had in mind… She was a messorem all along! And she was here for a loose spirit that Lady Death herself was interested in?! It was impossible for Jesgil to hide a nervous gulp and her heart beating at the idea alone. Weren't the Circles heavily guarded to prevent such happenings? If so, then what did it mean to his power?

It was eerie silence on the rest of the walk to the tavern as her mind raced along what she heard, her ears not returning to a more human shape as she found herself even more on alert. Even sitting at the table for their drinks, her heart pounded at the thoughts running through her head, that Ryalla's voice caused her to jump in her seat, , eyes locked on hers… as she offered her a job? "Y-You want me to help?" she asked, clearly signs of her trying to comfort herself. "I-If you think I can be of aid, then I will do what I can." She took a moment to take in a deep breath to calm herself, letting it out before telling her, "I hope I can be of some assistance."

Author: Dalanesca, Posted: Thu Sep 7, 2017 1:47 PM, Post Subject: Tend to the Community (O: L3)

Dalanesca gave Jesgil a warm smile and waved her hand in a rather dismissive motion at the girl.  "I am not one to judge someone for being different - I've secrets of my own, you know," she said, and her smile turned to something more akin to a devilish grin for a moment before transforming back to the warm one she had before.  She listened intently as Jesgil continued to explain a bit more about herself, her interest being piqued further as she realized that the girl had dragon blood.  "You're far from ugly!  And dragons are fascinating creatures.  I happen to know a dragon rather well," she said, her voice trailing off a bit as she thought about Story, her lover, for a brief time.  

"Probably a good thing that the need for that transformation has never arisen," she commented. "I would imagine that would mean you were in great peril, or perhaps in a very stressful situation," she added.  The girl did not seem too worried, but Dalanesca knew that deep down inside, everyone was a bit worried about one thing or another.  Some were just better at hiding it than others.  When Jesgil bowed, however, Dalanesca frowned slightly.  "You needn't ask forgiveness from me.  I am hiding a great deal more than you will ever hide from anyone," she explained.

"I do not blame you for keeping that information about yourself a secret from a stranger - and I apologize if you are offended that I asked you," she added.  "There are many people in this world who do not like things that are 'abnormal,' when in fact those things are amazing usually," she said.  "But as I promised, I'll let you in on a little secret myself," she began.  "That thief that stole the weapon from the Orc?  I am seeking him.  He escaped from Porta Inferni - from one of the Circles of Inferos.  Lady Dalanesca, or as some know her The Reaper of Souls or the Harbinger of Darkness, is particularly interested in his return," she said.  She was not entirely trusting of the girl yet and was unsure as to whether or not she should reveal her true identity.  A bit more time, perhaps, and she would be comfortable with such - but now was not that time.

They continued to walk, and pushed their way into the tavern, having a seat.  As they waited for the barmaid to come and serve them, Dalanesca leaned slightly towards Jesgil.  "Would you be interested in aiding me to find this criminal?  The rewards would be well worth your effort… and I have a feeling your… abilities, might become useful."

Author: Jesgil, Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2017 7:53 PM, Post Subject: Tend to the Community (O: L3)

She could see the tavern come into view, her face smiling as she knew Ryalla had no issue with it. However, she was quick to stop the maid in her tracks with a hand on her shoulders and eyes like daggers down her spine. She listened quietly to Ryalla speak, her fingers moving over to feel the edges of her ear. Sure enough, they had toughened up, sprawling out with three ridges and an outward curve to them versus the human form. With a light sigh, she smiled, muttering, "And here I thought I had that trait under control at least," before turning over to the other, a smile still on her face.

"I guess its hard to hide when I rely on those traits, huh?" She asked Ryalla before answering, "I am mostly human, but I share the blood of a silver dragon from my father. From what you saw from my hair is my more natural hair color, but to me, it looks ugly. As for these," she rubbed the tip of her ear to point it out, "my body takes shape of what is needed to use. It also happens whenever I try to use magic or my Breath, as that too is connected to my dragon blood. While I may be able to become a full dragon if I try to call it all out, I had never once tried it. The need never arose." The fact she was scared about what may happened she kept hidden behind that smile.

And though she did ask to not give her such formalities, she still give Ryalla a quick bow. "Forgive me if it seemed like I was hiding some kind of secret. I more or less thought the need would never really arrive to reveal it."

Author: Dalanesca, Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2017 6:41 PM, Post Subject: Tend to the Community (O: L3)

"I see," Dalanesca said, listening as Uram described the usual lack of criminal activity that took place in their vicinity.  His description of the piece that was stolen did indeed seem odd to her - why would someone take a weapon that was not even finished?  She thought on the prisoner that had escaped Inferos for a few moments, until she remembered that at one point he had been trained as a smith before he had been sent into the Ninth Circle.  

She moved closer to the orc to inspect the blueprint that he presented, feigning interest in the mere idea behind the weapon rather than the person who had stolen it.  "It looks like it would have been a rather wonderful weapon, had some brigand not taken it from you before you had the chance to complete it," she added. "I pray to the gods for you that the patrols find him, and your work is returned to you while he pays for his crime," she said, a respectful tone to her voice.  She nodded to Uram in thanks for his hospitality.  "I appreciate your efforts, and do not worry for our safety.  We shall be just fine," she said, and exited with Jesgil.

"I am a fan of taverns," she said to Jesgil, returning her smile.  "Give me a tumbler of whiskey and I could not care less if I was sitting in a pig sty drinking it," she added with a laugh.  She could see small changes happening to Jesgil's appearance, and it seemed that even the girl did not notice that the changes were taking place on her.  Before the pair could enter the tavern, Dalanesca pulled her aside.

"Forgive my forward speaking, but what are you?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at the girl.  "I have seen many things in my life, and I can see the small changes that take place, such as your hair, and now your ears have changed ever so slightly - you are clearly not human," she said, her blue eyes penetrating towards her.  "You do not have to answer me," she said.  "But if you do, I'll tell you something about myself," she added with a smile speckled with darkness.

Author: Jesgil, Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2017 2:00 PM, Post Subject: Tend to the Community (O: L3)

"Not many," Uram stated, crossing his arms. "During the day, the sun exposes all, and at night, the patrols are heavier. It would be difficult for anyone to try and get around so easily with stolen good, especially an unfinished war hammer!" There was a brief moment of silence of him thinking before he scratched the back of his head, holding a finger up to ask for a moment before heading into the back. Not a moment longer did he return with a large scroll, set on the counter and rolled out, showing a form of blueprint. "I would prefer it not to be displayed in this fashion, but circumstances want to state otherwise."

There, he worked to point out the details of the tool at hand: a thick metal bar on top with a multiple flat ends separated by small gaps on one side and a sharp spike on the other, all connected together it its wooden handle with rivets. "I had not the time to really form the tail end of the hammer or rivet it together, let along any of the decals I wanted to add on. Still, it baffles me that such an item can vanish without anyone even noticing. Patrols are on alert, so all we can really do is keep our ears open to the wind."

Before anything else could be done, the orc rolled the parchment back up before tucking it into his arms. "I pray you ladies stay safe out there. Once I get enough working room, your blade will be as sharp as ever." He was quick to wave them out so he could focus on getting his shop cleaned up.

"The tavern master always has a good selection to choose from," Jesgil was quick to recommend. "Not exactly the fanciest drinks you could taste, but they at least know how to bring out what flavors they are after!" With a smile, she had no issue on leading her over to the local pub was. However, not even she noticed her ears forming a more rigid point, as if to listen more any suspicious sounds.

Author: Dalanesca, Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2017 10:34 AM, Post Subject: Tend to the Community (O: L3)

She waved a hand dismissively at Jesgil as she bowed.  "No need for such formalities," she said with as warm of a smile as she could muster.  "It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance.  I am Ryalla," she said, using one of the pseudonyms she regularly donned when she wished to remain unknown, conveniently lacking a surname.  "I appreciate your kindness in showing me here," she repeated, turning her attention back to the Orc.

"I'm not entirely sure of its origins," she lied to the smith as he admired the workmanship put into the blade.  "I've come across a few other blades of its likeness, and their owners claim it was forged in the Hellfire of Inferos… but I'd imagine the Reaper isn't so keen to allow her blades to pass on to just anyone," she said, narrowing her eyes slightly.  "The wheel should be fine for it, but you're right.  I've got a whetstone of my own for some of my smaller blades, but the stone just crumbles when set against this," she added, nodding towards her blade as the orc rested it on the rack.

As he mentioned the break in that had occurred over the night, her mind began to turn.  A break in, with weapons stolen from a blacksmith?  It most certainly seemed to point towards the escaped prisoner that she was seeking - perhaps there would be some clues that would allow her to better discern the location that the prisoner had taken up.  "Do you have many intruders?" she asked of the orc, before the Jesgil was denied helping him.

She nodded to the orc when he told her to pay after the job was completed, and turned back to Jesgil.  "I'm not too hungry at the moment, but I could certainly go for a drink if you know of a good place," she said. "Also… I'm curious about this break in that occurred.  Do you know what it was that was stolen from the shop?" she asked, prying slightly.

Author: Jesgil, Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2017 9:11 AM, Post Subject: Tend to the Community (O: L3)

"Oh, forgive me!" she giving the stranger a quick bow. "I was so caught up in the moment, I quickly forgot." Raising her head, she flashed a smile towards Dalanesca, stating, "I am Jesgil Yamar, a wandering maid willing to help those in need." With the introductions passed, Jesgil stood silently as the two did business.

Even with his big hands, Uram was able to handle the sword with care as it was handed to him, examining the item in question. However, his eyes were more drawn to the metal itself rather than its edge. It was almost like a midnight black with creases of red flowing down its length. "I have seen many smiths try to replicate Damascus in the way the Ancients did, but this… this is something else. I tilt my welder's mask to the craftman," he complimented before finally taking a moment to eye the edge itself. "Hmm… yeah, whetstone cannot do its job proper. It will need the wheel, for sure." Taking the sword, he rested it on the rack as if to be in line for his next project.

"It would only take a couple minutes, but the shop right now is a  grand mess. Apparently someone broke in overnight and ransacked the place… took at least one of my finer works in the process. I will need to get in some cleaning done before I can do anything…"

"Well then," Jesgil perked up, "Let me he–"

"NO WAY!" he barked back. "I don't want no one messing with the shop except me. How about instead, you keep you guest company until the job is done. Maybe fetch yourselves a meal." He then turned to Dalanesca, before commenting, "You pay when the job is done, okay?"

Giving the orc a nod, Jesgil turned to the other before asking, "Is there anything you wish to try?"

Author: Dalanesca, Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2017 8:22 AM, Post Subject: Tend to the Community (O: L3)

Strange appearances, be they mildly strange or incredibly so, did not stagger Dalanesca in the slightest.  She had been alive for a very, very long time, and had seen many interesting things in that time.  The bit of silver hair showing at the root of the stranger's hair contrasted greatly with the crimson of the rest of it, but she found it far from peculiar.  She assumed that she was just something other than human, as were many things in Revaliir.  She could, of course, note the small changes of her skin as it kept a more human form - she chose not to point this out, as it would only further point out her inhuman nature.  It was of no consequence to her - she was more concerned with finding the escaped prisoner from Inferos.

She stifled a laugh as the girl jumped at the sound of her voice, watching her fidget quickly to fix her appearance as she turned around.  The smile that crossed her face put Dalanesca at ease, and she was sure that this had been the right person to approach.  "I appreciate the offer, and I would take you up on it.  I did not mean to startle you," she added, in reference to her addressing her upon approach.  

She followed closely as she was lead to the Blacksmith's shop, and stepped inside behind the one who had lead her there.  When the large orc stepped out in front of them, chastising the girl for using titles, Dalanesca smirked a bit to herself.  She was of the same mindset as the orc, at most times.  She preferred to be called by her regular name rather than all of the divine titles that had been bestowed upon her, other than in situations where it was necessary for her dominion to be made known.

She addressed the orc, but not before thanking the girl for showing her the way.  "I appreciate your kindness in showing me this place… but I didn't catch your name?" she said, before turning back to the orc she had been informed was Uram.  "My blades have taken quite a beating on my journey here," she said and reached behind herself to draw out a long, thin blade from the sheath that rest upon her spine.  The metal gleamed in a strange manner, as it was something she had forged herself in Hellfire.  It would be easy enough for a regular smith to sharpen, and she held the blade out to him.  "Think you could give it an edge again?" she asked.  "I've got the silver to pay for it."

Author: Jesgil, Posted: Wed Aug 9, 2017 8:36 AM, Post Subject: Tend to the Community (O: L3)

Dalanesca's would be able to catch most of Jesgil's face from the water's reflection, just as she was looking into it herself. While most of her hair did scream a bright red, her roots were showing about a half inch's worth of silver coming out of her head, and the embarrassed face the owner had about it. However, it would take the sharper eye to watch her skin ship shape as it smoothed out around her mouth and cheeks, as if the scale details were sinking back in to reflect more on her human look for her.

While she did hear the footsteps from behind her, she did not really pay them much mind. After all, this was an active settlement, so it was common for people to wander through. She would even be one to admit that, as she was now, a stranger would look over questionably on her action. Still, it did not stop her from jumping a bit when she was directly addressed. Quickly fixing the front of her hair to hide the silver, Jesgil pushed herself back up straight before dusting off the dirt and soot that was caught on her apron before turning to the other.

Listening to her request, Jesgil was quick to smile before telling her, "I think the man you would like to speak with would be Sir Uram. If you would please follow me, I will gladly take you over to him." Uram would be a building away from the jeweler's building she was in, so offering her guidance, she head the other over to the blacksmith's shop.

"Sir Uram!" she called in as she opened the door, "A guest has come to see you!"

Who else to greet them than a massive orc, dirty grey skin with tar black hair cut down into a triple short mohawk. He was quick to spit at Jesgil with, "What have I told you about honorifics?" before turning over to Dalanesca. "So, how can I help you?"

Author: Dalanesca, Posted: Wed Aug 9, 2017 8:01 AM, Post Subject: Tend to the Community (O: L3)

Mo'mey hadn't been high on Dalanesca's list of places to visit, but her duties had taken her there none the less.  A madman, known for his violations of innocent women and children, had managed to escape the Ninth Circle of Inferos, where he had been held as a prisoner for his crimes.  Dalanesca was convinced that one of the Mutes, the servants of her realm, had aided him in his escape.  Reconnaissance and her spies on the mortal surface had led her to the city of Sviet within the steppes.

Traversing through the wilds on her way to civilization had dulled her weapons.  Beasts had been on the prowl in larger numbers than she usually found, and while they posed no threat to her, she could not pass up the opportunity for sport.  Hacking through the bone and sinew had taken a toll on her favorite sword.  Her goal now became to find a place to have her weapons repaired before continuing on the search for the escaped prisoner.

Of course, the goddess traveled incognito.  Her appearance remained much the same, though her divine aura was not visible to even the keenest of eyes unless she allowed for it to be.   She paused near a river, where she someone looking at her reflection in the water.  She said nothing as she approached, though her movements were not muffled - she was not concerned hiding her approach.  "Something interesting in that water?" she asked, squinting to make out the features of the person as she approached, her icy blue eyes probing for any sort of revealing information.  

When she finally approached close enough to speak at a regular volume, her voice maintained the same intonation.  "I'm passing through the area looking for someone," she said, offering up information without having been asked.  "But my weapons have taken quite the beating on the journey here.  Know of a good place to get a blade sharpened anywhere nearby?" she asked.  She could smell the soot of a smith on her, ever so faintly, but mentioning such would do nothing but give away her true identity.  

Author: Jesgil, Posted: Tue Aug 8, 2017 4:22 PM, Post Subject: Tend to the Community (O: L3)

"Awaken, my blood, and grant me your frost," echoed in the heated room as the echoes of hammers rang around her. "Let it cool off the grandest of heats and chill whatever stands before it." She could feel her skin shift once more, as if scales trying to push their way through from under her skin before breathing out a gentle blow.  Ice encapsulated this breath as it wrapped around the scorching white-hot metal. It was not until it was more red did she stop and the orc next to her sigh.

"Thank you," he told the Draconian as the apprentice smith nodded to her before turning over to his master. "I will not make the same mistake again."

"Worry about it later," he informed his pupil. "The metal is still malleable. Do not waste time on apologizing and get to shaping We need to be sure it fits before we have any time to worry about setting the gems. Remember that!"

"Yes, sir!" The echoes of the hammer rang through once more, giving a nod to the master before getting up to leave.

Jesgil had found herself here for about a week, doing what she could to help those around her with whatever tasks they had, earning silver to pay for room while aiding those in need. It also helped her to try and control herself as well, as a look into the river showed the deformation. "Why does this always happen?" she muttered to herself, concentration to form her face back to normal before pushing her hairline back. "And more silver is showing up, too… And ehre I thought I had more time before I needed to dye it again…"