P.S.S. "The Legend Of The Primal Keys"::Ch.2 a- The Truth [IC]

[Chim]

"Sounds like a plan," Trystane said, looking for Argo. "I don't need much else so I'll take care of the food and water." He called over Argo and left. The young Hunter couldn't wait to get out of his place.

((Where are the others?))

[K_H]

"I'll be getting more Alchemical Supplies, seeing as I'm woefully under-stocked."

Ko'luki and Wind Tracer then headed off to get Alchemical supplies for Ko'luki, both wanting to get out ASAP.

Edited December 23, 2014 by K_H

[Sutoratosu]

Chimchain

After a while of wondering around the city districts it soon became apparent to both Trystane and Argo just how exactly the different sectors were organized; Rings. They were each rings, rippling outward from the Castle in the center all the way to the outer walls, Like the surface of the lake, the main Fortification a drop that had fallen, and the housing and shops and everything else just the disturbances that had been generated by it's impact. There were Seven Districts in total, each one raised a bit higher than the last as one traveled towards the center, while the farther one traveled from the castle, the larger they would notice each district's boundary size was compared to the last. Civilian housing and shops and other businesses and establishments dominated the four lowest Wards, while the Castle itself along with facilities and Barracks for the Nix Guard and the City Magistrates exclusively dominating the three highest. The Roofs were even differentiated; each Civilian District having it's own specific color which the buildings were required to have their shingles painted accordingly, making the entire city look like a bulls eye target from the air, a large and uniformed red center reminiscent of blood representing the Administrative Wards, the giant outcropping of grey amongst that being the castle and it's twin bell towers.

Currently the Hunter and his Steed found themselves walking in the lowest of the Wards, right by the city walls, the Shingles and Roof tiles of the buildings all painted a bright white that gleamed like snow in the light of the moon. The avenue was wide and not many people shared it with them this hour of the night, a great many lights visible in the windows of homes they passed. Ahead of them lay a public square of sorts, diamond in shape with streets leading off from each of the four points, a fountain babbling in it's center and several lamp post with flames licking at the glass windows set up round the place in a manner obviously designed to provide as much light as possible at night and discourage would-be-muggers. Benches were assembled around the edges of the stone square, while several miscellaneous shops had entryways leading inside from the public area, wooden and metal signs denoting each of them hanging from over top the doorframes and quite easy to read thanks to the ample light, some old and worn and some looking as if they'd been wrought by a Smith just yesterday.

Eight in all there were, two to every side of the public square; a Weapons dealer whose sign held the silhouette of a man holding two swords crossed before his face, the name "Leetinius' Armaments" scrawled beside the image in blood red script, while beside it sat a simple Cartography Store specializing in highly detailed maps of every geographic region of the continent, nothing but a carved outline of Rojamaris adorning it's wooden name post. it was one of the shops directly across the square from those that was truly what the hunter was looking for though; A general store with sundries and linens and sacks of goods displayed in the windows, the only ones in the entire plaza infact, while the glow of several candles from within and the shadows of someone moving obviously implied it was open for business...

Kenny

Ko'luki and Windtracer found themselves in the White District as well, albeit on a street so narrow one would have to duck into a doorway in order to let traffic from the other direction pass. Luckily for them no one else seemed to be out this night however, no one besides two figures standing at the end of the well lit side street, seeming to be in deep discussion, their faces both hidden in wraps reminiscent to those worn by Dessert folk and their bodies clad in Loose fitting Garbs to match. How the hell they weren't cold in this frigid mountain air wearing clothing that was specifically designed to cool the body down in the Diharran heat was anyone's guess, but either way they seemed to not notice the Alchemist and his ride as they trotted along, Ko'Luki having had no choice but to mount up since they both couldn't walk the road at the same time.

"What exactly are we supposed to be looking for again?" Windtracer asked, an air of annoyance in his voice that he couldn't haul off at full speed down this lane like the wind. "I see no shops like the one you appear to be searching for; in fact most of these doorways look like they're nothing more than housing..." And Windtracer was right, as it happened. For every last door they passed on this road bore no indication of being a shop of any kind whatsoever...

[K_H]

Ko'luki spoke, clearly irked at the fact that they couldn't find any Alchemist's Shops.

"At this point, Wind Tracer, I'm considering just going to the Meeting Location and being done with this place."

a little while later, after they'd traveled further, Ko'luki spoke again.

"You know what, fudge it all. Let's head off to the Meeting Location. I don't care that I didn't get alchemical supplies, let's just go."

Edited December 27, 2014 by K_H

[Sutoratosu]

Kenny

"Um, if I may, good sir," Kenny heard a rather noisily little voice ask from his bag as something began to rummage around in it, the head of a very familiar looking toad poking out and gazing up at him. "I know the city well; perhaps I could point you in the direction of the shop you seek? I guarantee you, we aren't far from one right now, in fact..."

[K_H]

Ko'luki was a little startled by the Toad, but decided not to ask about it.

"I don't know how you got into my bag, but I don't care. show us where the Shop that you speak of is located."

[Supernovae]

Maximus walked over to the first armory he saw and started to look around, searching for a shop keeper or anything of the sort.

[Sutoratosu]

Kenny

"It's just down this street here, right on the corner," The Magic Toad said simply, reaching his webbed, amphibious hand out of the bag and pointing down the narrow passage right towards where the Dirosi men were conversing at the cross way of the road and the main boulevard. "If you like, I could even carry all of your supplies for you..."

Supernovae

The shop keeper looked up from the empty wooden chest before him as he heard the chime of the door's bell announce a patron having just wondered into the show room, glancing to his son as he stood a felt his anger continue to rise at his latest discovery... "Elemac, go tend to the customer," he snarled below his breath, waving the child away as he went back to examining the container. "That damn Muinnat ore was in this damn chest, I simply know it...

"Yes father," was all Elemac said, backing out of the room. He knew better than to make the man repeat himself whenever he was angered like this...

As Maximus looked around the displays of the shop a door behind the counter creaked open, the sound of the ancient hinges grinding atop each other echoing throughout the place as a boy looking no older than four-teen or so emerged from a back room and manned the counter as if he had done it a thousand times. His eyes fell on the Ekarder, his face unreadable.

"Welcome sir," he said in a tone that sounded like he had rehearsed this very line a thousand times in his life... and was honestly bored to tears of it. "How might I help you on this fine night?"

[K_H]

Ko'luki nodded.

"I'll let you carry the Supplies, thanks in advance for the help. I'm going to be carrying the Wyrm-fire Ingredients, though."

And with that, Ko'luki and the other two headed towards the Shop on the Corner. a thought ran through Ko'luki's mind.

What the heck?! That was the very first Building we passed when we were searching...

Edited December 29, 2014 by K_H

[Chim]

Trystane opened the door to the general shop and took a long around. “Hello, anyone here?” The stars led me to this place.”

[Supernovae]

"You wouldn't happen to have any throwing spears would you?" the young Ekarder asked. "I'll need as many as I can carry."

[Sutoratosu]

Kenny

The two Dessert clad men stepped aside without even a single glance at him as Wind Tracer trotted his way back down the alley (For it was so narrow one could hardly call it anything else...), continuing whatever conversation the two were having as if the Alchemist didn't even exist. Ko'Luki could see why he hadn't noticed whatever shop front the Toad was speaking of before. The place looked no different from the ordinary residences sitting to either side of it; no sign to denote it's purpose, no marking on the door, nothing at all. It was simply a quaint slab of wood marking the doorway on the street corner like any other.

"This is it, sir," The toad assured him despite what the Alchemist's eyes were telling him. "It does not appear as any type of shop, but that is for good reason, I assure you. There have been...legal troubles with some items the store keeper holds in his inventory, and he desired a storefront which would only be known to those select few who actually needed his wares, rather than those simply looking to abuse them for their own purposes."

Chimchain

The shopkeeper leapt up in surprise when he heard the Hunter say that phrase from behind the counter, turning away from counting this nights income and looking at the man skeptically. His wire rimmed spectacles shone brightly in the light of the candles assembled all around the place. The scent of mint and barley hung heavy in the air like a fog, likely from oils imbued into the very candles providing the only source of light in the room.

"So... you're one of them then?" He asked, sighing in what seemed to be disappointment as he took out a bundle of burlap sacks from a hanging basket by his head and tossed them onto the countertop. "I expected someone a bit older, perhaps taller, looking to have more experience as a warrior... no matter. What will you be taking this night? Go on... it's all free...everything's plainly labeled as well."

Supernovae

"God damn it! A whole damn weapons shipment, gone! Ridiculous!" Thundered a muffled voice from the door behind the young shop tender, though the boy simply sighed and shook his head, trying to pretend the outburst hadn't occured. the sound of a few things being tossed and clanking to the floor came shortly afterwards...

"I'm sorry sir," He said in a placating tone. "but due to a.... incident recently, we have a shortage of Throwing Armaments in general. The most Javelins we have at the moment are perhaps Five or so...They're all Muinnat tipped, of course, will break through the thickest armor like mere paper."

[K_H]

Ko'luki walked into the shop bringing Wind Tracer with him, telling Wind Tracer to stay by the Door for safety reasons. Ko'luki then walked to the Counter.

Edited January 3, 2015 by K_H

[Supernovae]

Maximus looked around to see if anyone was trying to find him, "Well I suppose I have some spare time... If you need any help I suppose I'd be willing to give it to you."

[Sutoratosu]

Kenny

"Hm?" The slim old man sitting behind the counter asked as he glanced up from the leather bound book he was examining as Ko'luki approached. His thinning hair and spectacles reflected the light of the candles stationed in various places all around the shop as he gave the man the quick once over. His leather vest and linen shirt coupled with his simple trousers gave him the air of a educated yet down to earth man, an air that was echoed by the decor of his vary store, with numerous alchemy supplies assembled on the rectangular table tops around the room, covered in simple beige table tops. The wares that lay atop them though were incredibly complex to the mind of a common folk, countless substances and tools and mechanical parts and pieces that would easily vex the unversed in what their purpose was.

"I don't recall ever giving you the location of this shop..." The man said, returning his attention to the book, though Ko'Luki could see he had crossed one leg over other as he sat... revealing an ankle holster with a powerful looking Fusil stowed inside; gold inlaid and a rather long barrel for a one handed build... and a flintlock firing mechanism gracing the back end. "Who are you? how did you come across the information that led you here?" he gave a few shakes of his ankle and foot, sending Ko'Luki a subtle threat. "Or are you here on the behalf of someone else, sent to rob the place for whatever those whack jobs require for their dark studies?"

Supernovae

"Oh, no sir..." The boy said, shaking his head. "Thank you for the offer, but there's honestly not much that can be done at this point. The shipment was likely never even on the way to begin with..." he paused for a second, turning around and mumbling something for himself, seemingly struck by a certain idea. "hmmm, On second thought sir, perhaps there is something you could do to help... if you're willing." before Maximus could even respond the adolescent had reached into his pocket and produced a stone about the size of his palm, rather jagged and holding a deep violet hue. He placed it onto the counter, offering it to the warrior. "This is a piece of Evochium, a stone commonly found near Muinnat deposits," He then reached beneath the counter and retrieved a small cutting knife likely used for parchment and letter opening, placing it by the piece of Evochium, taking his hand away as the stone began to glow strongly. "The two have a rather special relationship, sir. As you can see, when it's near Muinnat, it begins to glow strongly," he put the knife away, the glow dying down immediately afterwards. "It's the nature of the Rock and the Metal that causes it; Muinnat vibrates at it's own magic frequency, allowing weapons or tools made from it to saw it's way through other materials like steel or wood easily. Evochium detects that vibration and begins to glow whenever it's near or in a place where Muinnat was recently present in. If it's not too much trouble, I'd like you to take this piece here and go investigate City's northern gate for me, see if the Stone starts to glow at all. If it stays dormant like it is now, then it'll be proof that the muinnat we had due to arrive in the last weapons order never made it into the city today, and that'll be enough to know for certain we've been cheated by our new supplier."

another bout of angry muffled yelling came from the back room just as he finished the explanation."Machai, you lying piece of Cralish shit, I'll strangle you for this deception! take advantage of my trust, will you!?"

"Ahem..." the boy coughed, hoping to steer attention away from his sire's outburst. "I would go do this myself, understand that I'm not trying to pawn off some chore on you out of laziness or anything. But if I were to leave, my father would go even more ballistic than he already is about what happened this evening..."

[K_H]

Ko'luki eyed the Fusil nervously, but still spoke calmly.

"I'll tell you how I got here, as well as why i came."

Ko'luki then looked downwards slightly, closing his eyes and calming himself. when he looked up again and opened his eyes, he spoke confidently and gently.

"The Stars led me here, and I have come to stock up on supplies. I knew that what I have is not going to last me long enough, so I looked for an Alchemy Shop."

[Chim]

“I’ll just be taking some food and water for a long trip, good man,” Trystane tipped his head as thanks and walked over to the water first. “But if you don’t mind me asking; what do you mean by one of them? It’s like everyone here expected our arrival before we even decided to come here…”

[Supernovae]

Maximus took the stone from the man and smiled kindly, "Not a problem at all sir," he said while turning away and heading off towards the northern gate.

[Chevaleresse]

Matrim headed into the village and looked for somewhere to buy supplies. He knew they would need food, blankets, bedrolls, possibly tents. . . all sorts of things. He didn't want to think little of the others but he doubted that they would be thinking about these comparatively minor things. He absently hummed a tune to himself as he moved through the city.

[Sutoratosu]

Kenny

"So that's what the damn letter was babbling on about," the old man sighed, lowering his leg back to the floor and closing his reading material. "You're one of the pope's lackeys then... fine, go on, what do you want? Don't be shy, not like I can charge you anything... not without apparently being arrested for it, at least."

Chimchain

"A letter that was circulated around the city's commercial areas," The shop keep said cryptically as he exited from the counter with the sack in hand. His hands moved across various shelves with surprising grace and dexterity as he walked from shelf to shelf around the store, swiftly swiping inventory and stuffing it into the burlap like he was robbing the place. "This evening, Magistrates made the rounds to all the shops in the city during their patrol; gave us slips of parchment containing certain instructions claiming to have come from the pope himself over in Cithalos. We're all under orders to relinquish any nessacary supplies from our inventories to a group of young warriors dispatched by the Papacy... the phrase that the letters say they would identify themselves by was "The Stars led us here", whatever that means..." He moved back behind the counter after finishing his supply compiling by including a few water-skins in the sack, taking out a small knife and making four notches running vertically near the opening of the cloth bag. His hands next took out a golden string from beneath the counter and threaded it through the cuts, tying the opening tightly shut before tossing it to Trystane. The weight of the bag threatened to send the hunter toppling to the floor like an archer knocked from their ledge by a thrown stone.

"There." The man said, returning the Knife and spool of golden thread to their places beneath the counter top. "I've given you a few weeks worth of jerky and rice along with some cooking pots and water skins. I don't carry Utensils here though; If you wish for those you'd best look across the square at the weapons shop; they forge such things on the side along with the weaponry they sell. And I suggest taking a gander at the Cartographer's office next to it as well if you're going on an extensive journey."

Supernovae

((I'm just going to hold onto his updates until he gets back))

Murdoc

Gold district was where Matrim and Elimus found themselves before too long, though perhaps Gold was an over statement, given that the roofs of this level where all more of an off yellow than a metallic one. The hulking Hell Mount said nothing as he trotted behind the Highway Man's footsteps, casting the occasional glance at passers by, intimidating more than a few of them with his size coupled with his prescence. After a few rounds of people moving out of the two's way whispers began circulating around the street goers... whispers concerning an armored man with a fierce looking Battle Axe by his side and a War Horse following in his wake... surely a warrior sent by none other than the church. Some even speculated that he was a high ranking member of the Army, others pointed out the flaw in that theory being the little amount of armor he was wearing, while even more proposed that the Hollowed Knights Tactali itself had been revived and the fellow was a newly appointed member of the order... and every last muttering caught the steed's hearing as if it were being said right next to him.

"Seems we've caused a bit of stir just from our appearances," Elimus said, trotting a little closer to Matrim., easily casting the man in his shadow. "It would likely be easy to get a few directions from one of them as to where to find adequate food... if they can stop their rumor spreading and staring long enough to listen, that is."

What happened in the plaza after everyone departed to get supplies...

"Lord Gilwyn, do think very carefully about what you're doing," Pope Eerie warned, standing across from the Ex-Chimera White commander and returning the man's spiteful gaze with one of his own. Twas just the two of them in the plaza; The Apothecary and the Dirosi man and girl had taken the Magistrate and left with the others. The two surviving General's of the Church Army had meanwhile had exited back inside the Keep to deal with a few... issues, namely the matter of getting Rossephus medical care. "You're among the only one still alive within my ranks who has any legitimate experience with True Magic and the Supernatural, and with all that is to come in the future, I'll most definitely need your service more than ever."

"As I've already said, I'll not spend another minute of my time serving you," The Sorcerer Hunter said coldly, nearly as much as that radiating off the melting ice field behind him and the Holy Man. "Do you truly expect me to simply look past all that's been revealed to me tonight, sweep it under the rug in my mind and just go on being a lap dog to your institution, some dumb and happy servant who lives to please? You've been lying every single day you've held the Papacy, perpetuating the massive deception of the Church's true purpose and it's past, you and all your predecessors right down to Rodac Tactali himself probably. You were all cowards, formulating the lie of god just to hide your own plotting in the world, all to hide your own interests... and that quite frankly disgusts me."

"As we already told you," Leonore said, his face hardening a little at Gilwyn's criticism. "It was all for the greater good that the truth remain unknown to the Commoners, lest upheaval arise and complicate things. Yes, we've lied and we've decieved, we've rise false messiahs and preached false verses... but it was a nessacary evil. A sheep with the wool over it's eyes can't panic as it's being taken to slaughter.

"Lambs, eh? How interesting." Gilwyn said, beginning to circle around the holy man in a slow, steady walk that struck a bit of unease in his heart. "Was your crime tonight necessary as well then, your not so holiness? Were all those people who died when you knowingly destroyed the spheres just fodder for some "Greater Good"? Were their lives so worthless, that they were mere sheep to be taken to the slaughter for the sake of this fantastical war you keep spouting on about? This war which has very little actual evidence that I can see aside from the products of your own conspiring over the years?" He grinned, sarcasm thick with his next sentence as he turned and began pacing the man in the opposite direction, hands folded behind his back. "Or perhaps this God of yours demanded a blood sacrifice this fine night? Is that so, Eerie, did the lord demand the life stuff of innocents to make his return to the world? Did this fraud, this wretched giver of false hope and false salvation, suddenly develop a taste for the flesh?"

"Don't condemn me for sacrificing a few cattle in order to save the herd." Leonore snarled, going to begin tuning to the spheres in his mind... before quickly recalling the fact of what he'd done to them earlier... "You utilized the exact same principle and justification with your hunts; Kill a few to save the many. Trying to turn the tables only makes it clear how much of a hippocrit you are, boy; do you really think that your slaying of families for the sake of preventing households from sprouting another sorcerer is any different from what I've done tonight?"

Gilwyn stopped his circling, his anger steadily beginning to rise like a raven taking flight... "Don't you dare try to pull that bullshit round-about with this," He demanded, beginning to step towards Eerie. "The threats I eliminated were very real, with the tragic exception of Matrim's family, which is, by the way, just as much your fault as well as mine since you protected the true culprit from me. Back before the Nix War Sorcerers posed a huge threat multiple times throughout history; It's been a proven fact that using the dark arts can lead to nothing but chaos and destruction eventually. Aside from the.... last case, every person I've killed over my career has rightly deserved the death sentence for their actions."

"So children deserved death for the sins of their father or mother?"

"You know damn well that I and every single other commanding officer supported the Dereliction of that particular duty unless evidence proved that the family knew of what was going on and willingly withheld the information."

"But did children have to die, even still? I could understand eliminating spouses and relatives like brothers and sisters, but their children? what could they have done to stop the situation, having lived under their parent's protection their entire lives and likely told to reveal nothing, that what was being done wasn't wrong, but actually morally right? how many of them had justification shoved down their throats and were groomed to be as helpful as rocks in the event that you came and investigated the family? Face it, Belachi, Your hands have just as much blood on them as mine."

Enough of this... Gilwyn thought to himself, beginning to concentrate through his still steadily rising indignant anger and gather energy at his finger tips, feeling a familiar tingling sensation as the spell's tension started to build...The bastard's clearly going to circle jerk this whole fucking conversation to try to undermine his own guilt by addressing mine. But it doesn't matter... His appropriate sentence will be carried out by my hand tonight either way, whether he admits to his crimes or not. "My body count never went up quite as far as a few tens of thousands of people" He said simply, revealing his hand from behind his back and visualizing the power he'd gathered there flaring and flickering like flames licking up at the night sky, watching without surprise as his will brought forth the very desire and his hand ignited into a small inferno, so powerful Gilwyn felt as though he stood next to a furnace, yet leaving the skin and fabric of his coat unharmed by it's intensity. Eerie could feel the heat like a gout of hell fire had been lit next to his face, shielding himself with his arms and backing away from the Magic Wielder. All the while Gilwyn's spiteful gaze remained fixed on him, the orange fires cloaking his hand casting a ghastly luminescence on his face, expression cold as stone. "But it may well about to have one more added to it. Consider this as me avenging all those who were murdered by your hands tonight."

"Get out here!" Leonore shouted in a panic as the former servant of the lord advanced. "Now damn it!!"

"That's right," The Lord Commander cracked a cruel smirk. "Signal those two for help so that they can face the same justice. You all were in on this crime, afterall. And once you've been made to pay, Artel will be the next to fall. All those who willingly break the laws shall find their punishment eventually... especially those who harbor sorcerers within their ranks knowingly." Before Eerie could say anything in response, the man created a powerful image in his mind's eye, fueled by his anger and disgust at the one standing before him. The scene he painted on that blank mental canvas was one of the flames engulfing his fore arm and hand leaping outward, soaring through the air like a pouncing tiger and igniting Eerie in combustion, catching the man's clothing and burning him down to nothing but cinders. The vision was strong, fearsome even, with Gilwyn going so far as to add in what he imagined to be the god awful smell of burning flesh and the Pope's screams of agony to the scene, completing it all... and the next moment, he let the vision go, pushed it out of his mind and paid no attention to it any longer, watching as the flames immediately responded to the deadly order, arcing out as if hit with lamp oil and falling all upon the holy man, sending him scrambling to the ground flailing as his body was destroyed by heat and light.

Within less than a few minutes there was nothing left but ash and bone fragments. The murderer had been cremated with nothing more than a few thoughts from the Warlock... and the wind came by the next second and blew the majority of the cinders up into the black heavens, giving Eerie his final resting place... scattered among the city rooftops, that is.

The sound of the door to the keep being thrown upon and about a dozen armored boots hitting the stones alerted him to presence of the Commanders before they actually spoke, voices tinged with rage at discovering they were too late, just in time to find Eerie dying though. "His holiness...Belachi, you damn traitor! seize him, show no mercy!!"

"You brought swords to a battle of magic," Gilwyn remarked, simply glancing over his shoulder as the two old soldiers and those Nix guard members who had accompanied them out of the keep drew their weapons. The fires around his arms and hands blazed once more... giving an ominous warning of what was to come. "You lost before you even set foot out of that damn castle just now."

It was back to the canvas again for him, except this time a different image to paint in his mind's eye; The fires adorning his fists becoming bright lines of hot orange energy and snaking down into the earth itself unseen, slithering it's way beneath the stones over to the Commanders and their lackeys, only to erupt beneath their feet and torch every single one of them as the power transformed back into flames. The familiar tug of the potent forces at his command was oddly satisfying as he pushed the image out of his mind after only a few seconds of visualizing, yoking all attention from it, just as he had the other. The fires around his palms dimmed considerably. His programming for the spell went to work immediately and a moment later a bout of heat on his cheek and the sight of a wall of flame bursting up through the cobble stones and the screams of the reinforcements served as all the certification he needed to be sure justice had been properly meeted out here. No point in sticking around to check the after math... the fools would burn just as nicely as Leonore had.

"Chimera White holds no allegiance to the church anymore," he declared to the dying soldiers as he walked away, "We may have suffered a dear loss this night with our best slain, but so long as I live and have the will to continue... I will not allow us to die out. We shall recover, and rest assured, if you were telling the truth tonight about all of this, and something truly is coming, We'll find out, and we'll do all we can to help contribute to stopping whatever it is. But we won't do it under the orders of a false institution such as yours, an institution which lies and cheats and is a harbinger of false hopes that views the lives of the small-folk as less than cattle. When you see Leonore Eerie in hell, be sure to tell him that's my answer to his request." He willed for the fires on his person to die as he shoved his hands deep into the pockets of jacket, the flames going out without even a bit of smoke left behind. "Tell him that Chimera White hereby renounces it's loyalty to your false faith. Tell him... that Chimera White works for me now."

The scream that answered his relay request was completely unintelligible... but he wouldn't have bothered listening even if it had been.

[Chevaleresse]

Matrim nodded to Elemus. He spoke in a low whisper to reply, not wanting to make the townsfolk think he was mad. "That sounds like a good plan." He took a few steps toward the closest person on the street. "Excuse me, but would you know where one could obtain traveling supplies? We happen to be preparing for a bit of a trip and need to stock up on the essentials."

[Sutoratosu]

Murdoc

"Oh, um... of course, m'lord," The elderly man said as he turned his attention away from the gossip, surprised that the warrior had chosen him of all people to speak to. He lifted a gnarled finger and pointed down the street at a massive, circular building with an impressive looking Iron wrought sign hanging atop the arched Doorway, a small porch with carved stone columns and numerous chairs and a stair case splitting off in two directions from the entrance and leading down to the street below. The Roof was domed and tiled with sparkling shingles of subtle gold like it's lesser neighbors. "You'd want to go visit the Emporium then; you'll find a variety of Merchants and goods hailing from all over the continent within it's stalls. Usually they close up this late at night, but with the festivities... well, enough Coin can convince even the laziest business man to work a few extra hours. Doubtless that you'll find some supplies for a decent price."

[Chim]

“I see…” Trystane replied. “Well, thanks for the supplies. I think I’ll take your advice and visit the Cartographer next. He gave the man a small wave and quickly left the store.

“One more stop, Argo,” the young Hunter informed the shadow steed before heading off to the next shop. "Anyone here? The stars led me here!"

[Sutoratosu]

Chimchain

"You don't have to yell, ser," the Shop keep said as he finished up the order of the current customers before him, casting a wayward glance at Trystane as stood in the open door way. Shelf upon shelf ringed the walls of the store, parchment stacked atop the wooden surfaces in great bundles tied with silvery thread in impressive bows. meanwhile in the center of the area were several tables, each plastered with countless maps of different places and geographies, not just of Rajom, but of the lesser continents as well as the islands lying to the far north eastern hemisphere, and even the entire world of Rajomaris itself in some cases. Each and everyone was beautifully drafted, gold leaf lettering clearly depicting the names of places in intricate penmanship and the artwork and color something only a true master could produce. Overhead hung a chandelier filled with miss matched candles, casting quite a bit of light every where, more than sufficient enough to read by.

"Wait, what he said..." mumbled a young woman standing across from the clerk at the counter, a white cloak swathing her shoulders, with a noticeable scarlet blotch staining one of them. The sight of her Platinum hair, tied back at the base of her neck with some thread of matching color, was enough for the Hunter to know exactly who she was before she even turned to face him... "So it's you," she said, her face unreadable as she looked him up and down with her cold eyes.

"I've already taken care of the maps we might need," said a young man leaning against a table with a large map before his face. The torn, hooded robe colored like sweet creme that he wore coupled with the mess of black hair and spectacles gave him away as well. He lowered the map from his viewing, rolling it back closed in his hands, though he notably avoided eye contact with Trystane. "So you don't have to worry about it. Erick himself is taking care riding gear and storage among other things in the main commercial district... I don't know where the Dirosi woman or Gilwyn went though."

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"Thank you, my good man." As he headed off toward the Emporium, he looked at Elemus with a raised eyebrow. "Evidently I've inherited a title while I wasn't looking." After thinking for a moment, he asked the steed a question. "By the way, I don't mean to be rude, but would you mind waiting outside? I can't imagine the reaction I would receive for taking 'my' horse into the building."