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Trently

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Unaligned in the brews of inferno conflicting combustion, lied that of an untouched populace of the Kou Empire's Civil War. Enlistment of that of fresh pristine and anew recruits occurred plenty here, it could be told that it were a crucial and or essential asset to one another's factions in this struggle for reign of influence. Existing an inn that had welcomed those of either faction with open arms, it was a type of underground inn that would spark up countless rumors and debates inside and outside it's walls. Acting as a bar in which would serve heated meals and chilled drinks, it was quite the renowned inn for its size. Yet this is not where it would all occur, instead it would be directly outside of the establishment, where Trently would view an entertainer whom sided with Yoshiro Zu; Emperor of the Kou Empire. "Gather all around! Hear that of the tales of a Dungeon and Kings!" Motioning a sole hand that wavered in the air as he rose it high, locals flocked to the entertainer's gesturing hand. Dazzled by the words that were spoken, it woven as it's story's thread began.


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Aayla

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It had quickly become a hazard for anyone to be donning the armor of the respective Emperor they served, Aayla had definitely found that out the hard way one one particular mission where she had been jumped in the middle of town, for simply donning the armor. She usually managed to get by without too much damage, but she had to admit this war was getting tiring...

She was used to looking over her shoulder in the event of any slavers that might be hunting her but they rarely made a move... these attacks were almost every day! And being Fanalis, she was called on a lot to fight enemy insurgence. 

It was with a heavy sigh that Aayla found herself at this particular town, one that claimed neutrality in the war and yet welcomed people who supported both sides. It was strange to see such kindness in the middle of all the bloodshed, but Aayla was glad for it.  She didn't hate this old Emperor, nor did she hate his troops, but her loyalties needed to lie with Yoshiro if she was ever going to attain her goal...


"I never thought I'd feel so worn down again..."
She muttered to no one in particular, her armor giving a light clank with each step. It wasn't until she heard a loud voice begin to tell a tale of 'Dungeons and Kings' that Aayla stopped her walk towards the tavern. Her eyes traveled to this story teller with a look of curiosity in her eyes. What was a dungeon?


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Lestacia

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The Song:

Lestacia had been in the neutral areas of the town singing stories to kids. It was her favorite pass time they loved her voice, and she had a calming presence about her. It kept their minds off the impending war. After all they were just children. She did have help with the story. A traveling bard had made a guest appearance with her to the neutral area. As the kids sat down in a circle Lestacia looked to the Bard. Lestacia had smiled and turned to her audience. A couple parents sat in to watch as well.

After the song Lestacia took a bow with the bard. They had drawn a crowd and it looked like it was more adults than kids. They were mesmerized ad the resounding applause could be heard from the other settlements nearby. As the crowd dispersed with resounding thank you's and cheers their spirits seemed to be lifted. Lestacia thanked the bard and the two had decided to enter the main city and go into the near by inn. There was a story teller who was there. Lestacia walked over to the innkeeper and asked him if she could preform there as pay for the room. The man grumbled and said.

'Only if you're good. Go up there and show me what you've got.'

Lestacia had to remember that there was a story teller here now and not to be louder than he was. The young girl was nervous. She had never preformed for a famous inn before but she'd sure as hell try. "Hello everyone I am Lestacia and this is my friend Luneth. We're going to preform a song called Chronocity. She looked at the man and he had immediately begun playing his instrument***.


For a moment everyone stopped what they were doing and listened to the story of the separated twins and their journey to find each other and the inevitable death within each others arms. After the song ended the room was quiet. Even the story teller watched totally enchanted with the story. After the silence came an applause. the inn was more rowdy than it was before. She looked to the innkeeper and he held a thumbs up. She got off the platform and collapsed into an empty seat. The Entire thing was hectic. She was so nervous. Her breathing was so uneven. But the worst part was over. Everyone had resumed their activities afterwords. Some even made their way out to tell give her a well earned pat on the back.

"Oh god! That drained every fiber of my being. But I got the free room!" Lestacia said out loud to herself laying her head upon the table. arms against her sides hanging like dead weight. "The worst part over I can't wait to sleep!" As she was about to close her eye's though another entertainer had made his way onto the elevated platform.

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After the most recent round of recruiting, Vardreth decided to head off towards one of the inns for some rest and relaxation with two of his soldiers in tow. Vardreth wore a light set of clothes with an over-jacket on top. A blade was securely attached to his left side. The over-jacket had the symbols of his mercenary company, the Fang Mercenaries. The primary camp of Fang Mercenaries had not come to Kou to choose a side; in fact, they were doing their own work in the Great Plains, a location between Kou and Magnostadt.

Instead, it was a small detachment that had come to Kou a period of time before the war began.

Vardreth, the second son of the leader of the Fang Mercenaries, was the leader of this detachment. His father, Fang Li, had expectations for Vardreth to survive as the leader of such a band and gain his own distinguished with those soldiers in battle. While they were not a legendary group, within the circle of mercenary companies they did have a small amount of reputation.

All of these thoughts were far from his mind as he approached the Inn. A story was being told just outside of it, however, and the words from it caught his attention. They were words depicting the exploits of a dungeon, and the greater known figures of this world. Holding his hand up to his subordinates, the three stopped and listened. The nondescript soldiers seemed inscrutable as they followed their leader in listening to the tale. Conversely, Vardreth held a look of contemplation on his face. He had heard reports of Reim's previous King, Lagi El Nagi, having brought up the existence of such beings. The true extent of their capabilities were not well known.

Leaving the story teller, as the tale seemed to be nearing completion, Vardreth approached the door to the Inn with the intention of finding an open table...


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Adrastos had grown tired of the encampment he called his temporary home. He needed a break from Vardreth’s horde of mercenaries and recruits, so after dressing in a red kimono and tying his white hair back, he headed to a town where those from either side mingled. The magician took note of a storyteller who beckoned for ears to listen to tales of dungeons and kings. Having already experienced one dungeon, Adrastos had no desire to pay the man any attention and went on with his business. However, music stopped him in his tracks, making him search for the source of the melody. His eyes narrowed on the young woman, feeling a sense of familiarity until a name clicked. Lestacia. She was suppose to be his student but had failed to locate him after their encounter in Balbadd.

The magician wasn’t sure how he felt about seeing a familiar face, but when he noticed the figure of Vardreth enter the inn, he muttered a curse. Out of all the places to go, the teenager had to come here? Was there no escape from the mercenary’s eyes? Adrastos shook his head. Well, he was here, and there was nothing to be done. The magician entered the inn as well to scout for a table. His silver eyes landed on one in the back of the room which seemed to be empty. Not wanting the table to be taken by someone else, he quickly maneuvered through the room and sat down.

Despite sitting down, Adrastos didn’t really relax since he decided to discreetly keep an eye on Vardreth and anyone else that might come his way.


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The war was starting to get on Caelus' nerves. Everywhere he went there were people recruiting for one side or another, but for all he could tell neither side was worth supporting. Ideally, they'd just wipe each other out and these people could start fresh. He was still practically steaming over what had transpired at the port city. Men turned into beasts with the slightest bit of power. So much as touting a name in some areas would get you preferential treatment. Or killed. In order to keep himself from getting caught up in the feuds, he never changed his attire. He still wore the Reimian garments he arrived with, and just let the stares and mumbles pass by the wayside. At the moment, it was safer to be a foreigner than a citizen.

In this new town however, things were calmer. It was a neutral zone and life inside it could almost be considered normal. There were still refugees from the various ruined villages pouring in, but they were well cared for. Not a man, woman, or child without a blanket or food. No doubt due to the efforts of the residents. Caelus felt a camaraderie here that he had not felt anywhere else in Kou until then. The imperial unity that was often touted as one of the Empire's greatest assets finally showing its face.

After walking around aimlessly for some time, Caelus eventually found his way to a kind of outdoor theatre next to a bar. Up on the stage stood a man (really more of a Fop) telling tales of dungeons and kings. Caelus had grown up with those stories of grand adventures, conquerors of only the highest order could claim their prize, but their test could not be won by might alone. He even remembered a story of a boy who challenged a dungeon alone and came out alive where so many had fallen before. He was also pretty sure his mother made that one up in an attempt to get him to sleep, but his interest was piqued all the same. He took a seat on the ground and put his back to a building wall to watch and listen.

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Trently

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In the wake of the Civil War that the Kou Empire had been suffering from, Trently had heard rumors of a tavern of a neutral affiliation. Striding along the streets of the Empire, a bounce lifted Trently off his feet as he flew down the path to in which a teller of stories spoke on. "In the start, there existed that of a Dungeon! Rumored to held mystical abilities granted to whomever were to reign supreme of the Dungeon's trials! Simply not that but riches that surpass and go beyond any person's wildest dreams! In an unknown Kingdom, there resided a merchant whom encountered a child capable of casting miracles! Poor as a noble slave, this particular merchant was backed into a corner when he found out that his shipment was devoured by this child’s hands and mouth. In time however, the two had become friends that would watch each other’s backs whenever it became rough. Facing the hardships of the world, these dynamic pair of a duo met face to face with a mythical Dungeon! Diving into the realm of this Dungeon, the partners fought against the perils of the Dungeon and returned to the World with an astounding ability presented to the once struggling merchant! From there on out, these two went on to influence the world through their actions! Sketching out a brand new world for all of it’s inhabitants!” Winding a thread of events that was gifted out from the words that he spoke about, it’s story’s contents have been told in various styles ever since the arrival of the first dungeon.

Applause arose into the air afterward, Trently took a step away from the scene as he strolled into the inn’s tavern and or planned to. Out on the side of his right eye, Trently distinguished two familiar faces that had made an appearance. “Lestacia! Caelus!” As it was a snap, it struck Trently with a warm sociable attitude as he sought to confront them. Yet it wasn’t Caelus that was first sawn, it was Lestacia in whom he caught eye of initially as the woman just wrapped up a musical performance however did not approach yet. Wandering in Caelus's location as Lestacia went inside the inn's bar, Trently decided to adanvce toward Caelus. “Yo! Caelus! Long time no see! Ehehe, you're here for the Civil War too huh?" Strolling into the tavern, Trently's eyes made a glance back at Caelus before facing forward in search of Lestacia.


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Having made his way from Magnostadt in a bold attempt at defying his father, there was one person in the inn who seemed to stand out.  Or rather, sit out, alone, no one talking to him.  He was lumped over, hood pulled up over his head so only bits of his ashy-blonde hair could be seen hanging out from underneath the fabric.  His journey had brought him out of the frying pan and out into a freezer in the arctic circle.  The person in question was Oliver Oxford, runaway noble of Magnostadt and born Goi to two skilled Magicians.  Such is life eh?

It didn't bother Oliver much, despite having an attitude problem towards Magnostadt's class system and their ideals, he saw this as a liberating opportunity, especially to try and write his book!  Which he had a stack of paper neatly lined up in front of his slumped over form, the sound of scribbling could be heard as a tankard of water was deposited on his table.  What a great place to start my own story, the middle of a possible civil war. He thought to himself while drawing concepts of what he wanted to write about, finding it better to picture it and then write what he drew.

He was so busy that he wasn't aware of some of the other patrons entering the tavern, though when the sound of a story about a Dungeon of all things came up when the door briefly opened? Oliver was out of his seat and hurrying out to hear the story.  But the lad quickly doubled back and grabbed his papers, depositing them into a special case he carried around with him at all times.  The open toed shoes he wore were scuffing the ground to make another double-back, nearly catching his beige pants on his skidding sneakers!  He forgot to leave a tip on the table!  It was a bit comical, watching the lad move back and forth in a hurry to hear a great story like one he wanted to tell himself.  He was in such a rush that he wasn't aware of the presence of two magicians in his vicinity, otherwise he would be a bit more secretive.

Rushing out to the stage to hear the story, he almost bumped into a particular mercenary captain, but a deft pivot on the ball of his foot and he was avoiding a collision.  He brought his left hand up to this forehead, ring and pinky tucked into his palm, other fingers extended as he made a little wave-salute, "Sorry chap," he chimed out as he got outside to the stage. It seemed he missed the first part of it but was in time to hear more!

As the story drew to a close and the crowd departed, Oliver made his way over to the little stage's stairs, sitting down and taking out a notepad from his bag, setting it up and starting to jot down notes on what he had heard.  Not just for the sake of a story, but to investigate.  He couldn't help but talk out loud to himself near the trio dubbed Trently, Caelus, Lestacia, "I wonder what it's like inside a Dungeon, not that I'd ever see one."  He pondered about it, looking up at the sky.  It was uncommon for Oliver to be in such a lackadaisical manner, but when it came to the unknown he was like a kid in the candy store!


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The story was nice, but frankly Caelus thought it was told poorly. Where was his awe? His wonder? The man spoke excitedly enough but it was all feigned. "My mother told the story so much better." he said to no one in particular. Still, he thought, What a journey it must have been. Impossible sights, seen before only by the dead. It feels like its been so long since the last dungeon showed up. What was it... Gremory? No, Ronove'. Man i wish i could have been there."

Caelus' reverie was interrupted by the sight of a familiar face walking through the crowd towards him. "Trently? By Ilah, i haven't seen you in ages! Not since that job on the caravan, i think. It's great to see you!" He was about to say more, but Trently seemed to have a destination firmly in mind, turning the corner to speak to the singer from earlier. Caelus decided to tease him a bit and yelled, "Go get her Trently! Show her some of that Reimano Love!" This drew several laughs from nearby men, and Caelus just stared ahead with a wry smile as Trently turned to him once more before moving on.

The night was still young, and Caelus felt his stomach begin to grumble. The door to the bar was closed, but Caelus could see men walking towards it. Figuring it must be open, he jogged over and swung the door open. He spied an empty table, and moved to take a seat, only briefly asking one of the staff for a meal of stew and bread, along with a mug of ale. Caelus sat down and sank into the chair. For a bar, the seats were well made, and quite comfy. He closed his eyes for just a moment and when he opened them he spied a group of three men, mercenaries by their looks, standing around. Caelus raised a hand to wave them over. "There's room over here if you like! No need to stand around."

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Lestacia

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Lestacia would get up after recognizing a couple faces. one in particular who had told the girl to meet her. "Master!" Lestacia would say rushing over to the man. In an Excited state she;d greet him. She hadn't seen him since balbadd. After all he gave her the choice of moving ahead of him which she decided to do, it was mostly because of their magic match that she decided to double the speed of her training. And what faster way to get experience than joining the war. "I came ahead like you suggested. "I'm sorry I never sent word to you however thanks to our battle I was able to create a new type if Magic." She was very excited and glad he was around. "I-I want to fight you again! She said this time confidently. It was with more confidence this time.

The last time she had fought with Adrastos, she was overwhelmed by his power. He wasn't one to be taken lightly. Lestacia had also gotten a bit older from the last time that they had seen each other. She'd notice another face from among the crowd. It was Trently! Talking with a red haired boy. She would give him a slight wave and a smile before turning her attention back to Adrastos. "When you have the time to fight me again let me know I'll show you just how much stronger that I've become!"


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Vardreth looked about for a moment, finding a few empty tables. Most, however, were filled with patrons. His eyes moved over Adrastos, but pretended indifference after a nearly imperceptible nod. Those who were watching his arrival may have caught it, though they would find difficulty in determining the recipient of that nod due to the crowded nature of the tavern itself. The two soldiers that flanked Vardreth kept an eye out on the nearby people, watching for any unwanted actions that may occur.

As he was determining a spot to sit he heard himself called out by a man sitting alone. Noting the red eyes and hair, Vardreth became curious. A Fanalis... Calling out to a mercenary group to join his table? Likely a warrior, if he's in a town like this. I wonder if he's looking for work. Both of his subordinates awaited his word, though not for long. Vardreth visibly nodded, and the trio made their way to the table, each taking a seat for themselves.

While Vardreth only ordered some rice as food and a couple bottles of alcohol, his subordinates ordered a normal meal. With a small cup, Vardreth carefully poured the drink into his cup and tasted it, closing his eyes briefly. "Thank you for the invitation. For calling out to this one, is there any business you have in particular?" Referring to calling out to him, Vardreth voiced his curiosity of Caelus' intentions. He was neither subservient nor overbearing, maintaining a neutral stance for the moment.

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Adrastos looked up at Lestacia, a bit surprised she’d approach him. She was no longer the girl he had first encountered. Had that must time already passed? Lestacia was a beautiful young woman, one whose allegiance was still unstable. He’d need to change that. “I figured I’d hear from you sooner. Your lack of communication or attempt at contacting me until now made me think you had forgotten that I was suppose to teach you. How am I supposed to be your master if there’s no communication between us?”

He shook his head as he took a drink from a glass of wine that had been placed on his table. “Before we even set a date for another magic spar, I’d like to talk with you alone. In a couple of days from now, head to a town called Gua Lan. There’s an inn there by the name of Yahui. We can talk there in a more private setting.”

The magician ran his fingers through his hair. “Anyway, what’s this new magic you’ve created? Tell me how you created it and what it’s capable of doing.”

He glanced around the room once more, noticing that Vardreth went to another table with a red-haired individual. There was another young man, one that Lestacia smiled, but Adrastos didn’t recognize him either. The magician turned his attention to Lestacia. “Please, sit. Have a glass of wine. There’s no need to stand.”


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Trently

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Advancing, that of the Yanaihara's child strode onward to where in which Lestacia spoke with an unknown person. Jutting an outward fist at Trently's conscious, it struck his mind that the whole scenario had simulated of a date. "Hm? A Date?" Pondering as those duo of eyes owned by him stared blankly over at Lestacia, it swiveled Trently's inner design of how it's play were to unfold. Wavering out a foot in an opposition direct venue, Trently had sauntered on to where an odd individual sat as he penned a series of notes. "Hm? Notes on that tale? Intriguing. Do you seek to author a novel?" Churning on over the shoulder of the wordsmith, Trently sat down onto a nearby seat.

Raising that of sole palm up to his chin in which it then lied, Trently gazed at the person. Unaware of whom he was, Trently had only recalled him asking what it is like inside a Dungeon aloud as he himself entered the tavern's walls. Vanishing out away from Trently's flank, the Fanalis known as Caelus had taken a seat on another table in which he invited a trio of mercenaries over. Vibrating, it burst throughout all of the Kou Empire and that of the Jade Dragon Mountains; an earthquake shuck the entirety of the east. Manifesting, the whole emotion of fret arose upon the souls of those whom existed and or resided in the Kou Empire. "Hm!? Eh!? Huh!?" Capturing, it's rumbles and roars did not pass unnoticed by anyone of whom lied in "The East".


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Oliver had returned to the inside of the tavern, finding his place back at the table he sat at before, jotting down things into a notebook.  On the table there were a series of papers strewn about, passages of notes written out on each of them on both sides.  But the way he laid it out, the pages overlapped and made another set of words, as if he had written out a map with words, Oliver looked over his own personal notes within his writings.  Though when someone approached him out of nowhere, a dark haired lad named Trently though he had yet to know the name Trently, he flailed in surprise, casting the papers up into the air and he had to leap up to grab them, stirring the table and making it wobble about on its base.

Heaving out a sigh as he caught every last one and stacked the papers up together, neatly in a pile so that the notes couldn't be read.  Oliver leaned over and let out a second sigh, looking back up at the person who approached him and seemed more than interested in his writing. "Uh--Yeah notes!"  Once the shock of someone being interested in his work caught wind.  He did his best to try and make himself as inconspicuous with magicians in the tavern.  "It's just something that I want to do before I kick it--write a book that is."

Looking up at Trently after having gazed down at the notes he wrote up, "Name's Oliver, Oliver Oxford-" He cut himself off and mentioned the last name super softly, keeping it on the hush for some reason. Chirping back up with the proper volume, "And what about your name? What's got you so intrigued about my book?"  He looked to strike up conversation wanting to make a friend out here in Kou.

As the ground started to shake and everyone started to tumble or freak out, Oliver quickly braced himself and his notes, keeping a hold on them to prevent them from falling down to the floor. "Well--can't say that's a good omen."


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Vardreth noted that the man before him was rather stoic. The initial call for Vardreth to arrive at the table made him out to be a rather social individual, however when Vardreth sat down to speak to the man it seemed as if there was nothing to speak of between the two. Hmmm. Was there an ulterior motive to inviting me over, perhaps? Somebody he didn't want me to see? No, more likely he didn't want to see somebody else. Either way, I intend to enjoy myself. Setting aside the Fanalis' indifference, Vardreth called for another drink and made a special request of the waitress, passing along a few gold coins to the woman.

A short while later, as Vardreth was drinking past the first jug of wine, a small case was brought to the table. Vardreth's eyes rose in surprise, looking back towards the waitress sardonically. "That was rather fast." Indeed, his expectations were surpassed at the efficiency of fulfilling his request.

"The owner is a fan of it, so he has a set he is willing to lend the esteemed guests here to play." She nodded to the group and placed a number of tiles onto the table. The two guardsman were surprised as well, immediately breaking into a smile as they hurriedly rushed their meals. The waitress bowed and left the four at the table to their own devices.

It was as if the two were hippos, as the speed at which they finished dinner was quite fast. "Captain, you don't gamble, do you?" The two had a gleam in their eyes, flashing each other a sly look with no attempt to hide it at all.

"If I didn't, would I have them bring this out?" As he suspected, his soldiers definitely knew their gambling games. He supposed it had a lot to do with the money they had, and the lack of time to really go out and spend it. Looking over at Caelus, Vardreth spoke again. "Care for a go? It's Mahjong, if you know how to play." Vardreth set aside a few tiles, only adding them back into the mix if Caelus decided to join, and the two guards began to 'shuffle' the tiles together with Vardreth. All of the tiles, they ensured, were face down while doing so. They all had a sharp eye on one another, and Caelus had the opportunity to join. "We are using Riichi rules, if you decide to join. Sanma variant of Riichi, no Flowers, North Wind nor bamboos of two through eight, if you're out but care to observe." Sanma was a variant that was a 3 player Mahjong, however Vardreth didn't care much for it. Instead, he choose to incorporate the removal of tiles while retaining the overall standard of Riichi rules.

Just as they were about to get into the game a massive shaking occurred. The pieces fell, and Vardreth sighed. There was general concern among all those of his group at the table, though Vardreth himself seemed nonplussed regarding the situation. Bringing the pieces back up from the ground, Vardreth cleared his throat. "Well, I suppose I had better go check on my soldiers. Fun time is over, you two." With that being said, Vardreth returned the game to the proprietor and left with the soldiers.

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'Need to eat...' The black haired girl murmured to herself while she walked at the street, looking for the nearby tavern so she could rest herself after an exhausting morning. Both of her beasts needed to rest as well because they worked hard to help in mending the injured people at the hospitals. Perhaps giving them extra treats would be good, something like a fresh meat and fried tofu skin would make them happy. Noir only wanted a warm soup for herself, liking how the herbs inside the soup could really make her feel refreshed. Various type of foods came into her mind, messing with her hungry stomach and causing it to make a sound that thankfully was not loud enough for other people to hear.

As she finally reached the tavern and wanted to enter, she could feel the ground was shaking and made her lose her balance. As the result, she fell just after the entrance, making the people in tavern who paid attention would notice her kneeling. 'Ugh... could it be....' She tried to think about the cause of the quake and she wondered if maybe... another of that strange structures rose up again. But she didnt know for sure, perhaps she could try to go and investigate the area where the quake started.


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Adrastos looked outside once the ground began to rumble. His silver eyes narrowed as he felt a bit concerned. Never before had he felt such a tremor, but he knew that something major happened. Most people would probably ignore it, if they were in battle that is, but the people in the inn would feel the quake. “On second thought, Lestacia, I have business to attend to elsewhere that recently came to mind. Forgive me, but we’ll have to continue this conversation in a few days from now, at the inn I mentioned before.”

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Music Underneath Trently, it swept the entirety of Kou, a rumble. Cracking a seat that Trently sunk in, Trently rose on his feet. Jutting his head backward, Trently had been in disbelief of what occurred. Nothing of this scale had ever betide Trently and the Kou Empire. What an event that transpired, it even slip a lady off her feet. Glancing toward her, a woman who kept cat-like eyes, Trently took a walk up to her. “Need help?” It swept across the air, Trently’s free hand, for her to take. “Are you okay?" Overtaking Trently, it be curiosity that laid on his face.

In truth, Trently found her to be a diamond, one in the midst of a Civil War. However, it did not matter, if she be Gao Yuan Zu or Yoshiro Zu, he wanted to help her up. Striking him, it be a shard of his past task, how Trently fought against Yoshiro’s forces. Where is the boundary he thought, Trently had to interrogate himself, if he sought to respect those who have thrown their lives away for this Civil War. “Oi Bartender! Fix her up a meal! Oliver, are you writing this down too? This earthquake?” Fetching her up a whip of food, Trently flung his head back at Oliver.


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While the amount of shaking died down, Oliver having collected all of his things and set them back down on the table, glanced over at Trently who was acting more humanitarian, which only endeared the warrior to Oliver's thoughts more on a good character to write about.

Being questioned about writing this down? Was he writing this down? Of cour-well no, he wasn't. "Can't say that I am chap. Tad bit busy reorganizing all of my papers." He rubbed the back of his head and looked over at the other person who looked knackered and in need of a meal.  "Noir? Oh bugger."  Pushing up from the table, Oliver walked over toward Trently and his acquaintance, not friend yet after having met only once, Noir.

When he got there, stumbling a bit from the after shock, Oliver knelt down and offered a hand to Noir, giving Trently a look of minor disturbance, "You still haven't given me your name chap." He put up his index finger in front of his lips, the tip touching his nose as it it were some sort of chastisement, with one eye shut, the other nice and garnet shaded.

"Think we can get something to eat together again Noir? My treat." He acted as if the earthquake wasn't a huge bother to himself.  Though when you live in Magnostadt and with a family that experiments with magic tools, and blows up magic tools, tremors aren't a big bother to you.


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The black haired girl snapped out from her thoughts as a boy approached her, offering her a hand. “I am alright, thank you.” Noir said as she take the hand and just as she wanted to maneuver her body to stand on her own feet, someone that she know stood beside the boy and offered her his hand as well. Feeling that it would be rude to just take a hand from one of them, the magician put her hands on each hands and made herself stand up. Haku would be standing beside his master, staring at the boy and readied himself just in case he intend to harm Noir. The little fox was different, she noticed the other man as well and her ears twitched while her tail was swaying although she didn’t find the need to approach this person.

Noir would look at the both of the men and would give them a soft smile, “Thank you though.” She said, but her gaze would be focused on Oliver after that. The tavern was the first place where both of them meet and probably he lived in this tavern as well so it wouldn’t be hard to meet him here. “Greetings, Mr. Oxford. It is a pleasure to meet you again.” The magician would shake her head after Oliver offered to treat her something to eat, she would feel bad if she let him do it because she and her own beasts need a lot of food at the moment. “It is alright, I prefer to treat myself and my beast for now.”


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As he clutched her hand, bringing her onto her feet, Trently found her to be a friend of Oliver's. Mentioning him, Oliver, Trently had not told him of his name yet, he felt a tad abashed for not having done so. "Yo Noir! Yo Oliver! Name is Trently! Eheh... It is my bad for not having told ya before! Anyhow, as you two are able to tell, I'm from here, the Kou Empire! What has brought you here, to our torn lands?" Amidst that introduction, Trently had plunk his beneath onto a stool, his face's kind eyes set on Noir and Oliver.

In regards to Noir, her wish for who'd buy her food had not been anyone but herself, Trently had formed an note in his head of her independent nature. "Hm? Noir, are you a Beast Tamer? Are these ya buds?" Outstretching his hand, in order to touch a Beast of Noir's, Trently held an unsure smirk on his face as Beasts have not tend to be fond of him.


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At last! His new friend had made a mention of his name, and bridged the other half over the waterway of strangerhood. He helped Noir up to her feet, eager to make sure that she was going to be okay. His attention turned back to Trently, and figured it was best to answer first while Noir got her bearings of the area around herself.

"Oh you know, the sights, the people, the stories I can glean from the war. I'm looking to write a book you see. Well, as you have already seen me working on at the other table." He motioned to the table that he had been sitting at, scribbling on notes, before Noir came in. "Would you two care to join me over there?" He kept extra wary of Noir's companion, knowing full well some of her beasts were more than capable of giving a man the 'absolutely mullered' treatment.

If they would accept, Oliver would lead the way and make some room, putting his notes away so that a menu could be brought out and they could get something to eat as a trio.


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The black haired girl bowed to the boy slightly before reacting to Trently’s introduction, “It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Trently. As you already know, my name is Noir, Noir Ecryola. The liger is Haku and the little fox is Kuzunoha.” Both of the beast purred and waved their hands, implying that they have been trained well by the magician. The boy seemed energetic although the situation in the land that he was born was not in peace at the moment, something that Noir thought as a strange behavior but she quickly assumed that Trently might be just not letting the war to affect his cheerful side. “I am a student from Magnostadt, I was kidnapped while I was in Reim and ended up in Kou after I gain my consciousness.” The black haired girl said it with a flat tone, her expression was flat as well although it didn’t mean that she was bored.

Noir nodded, accepting Oliver’s offer to join him at the seats before ordering some food for her and her beasts. She ordered a simple beef brisket soup, Kou’s signature from the menu that was hanging on the wall as well as some cooked meats for her beasts. “Ah, yes you can say it like that. But be caref—“ she was too late, the moment Trently reached out his hand to her beasts. Haku growled and smacked his hand with his big paw, didn’t want to be touched since he had not developed any bond yet. “I apologize, but Haku and Kuzunoha don’t really like to be touched if I don’t give any permission.”


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As he sat on top the stool, Trently held an ear out for what both would say in terms of what had drawn them here to Kou. Intently, he laid his gaze upon Oliver who had spoken up first. "Sure!" Intrigued by the words that Oliver had spoke, Trently nod his head as he went over to the table Oliver had his notes. However, not before having heard Noir and her words. "Oh, a Magician? Interesting! Hm? Kidnapped!? Who'd do that!? The hell!?" Concerned for her he was, for who'd do that to a Magician he had to ponder. The boy found Noir to be a topic of interest that he'd wish to talk about as it's truly odd to just be taken from Reim to Kou out of nowhere on a whim.

Anyhow, as he laid his hand out for Noir's bud, Trently had a feeling that he'd be denied, and that is just what had went down. Haku, Noir's bud has rose his paw, and just as so, he swat down Trently's hand. "Huh!? Oh... My bad!" Raising his hands up, Trently inched back from Noir's buds.


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While Trently and Noir got acquainted with one another in the inn and ordered some food, Oliver would do the same, deciding to order the kebabs that the owner of the inn prepared especially for him after offering some incentive in the lines of extra huang for it.

"Kidnapped? That would explain why you were so eager to stop those slavers. I can honestly see us getting along much better knowing that." He of course referred to his disdain for those that sought to use class or power to be better than someone else, or that people could be owned.

He turned to Trently, "So about that earthquake, what do you think about it? And this war?" He was trying to probe, see who they supported in this war before he could continue further into disparaging the opposing party in the war.


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