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1Beggars Can't Be Choosers[Job/Ayero] Empty Beggars Can't Be Choosers[Job/Ayero] on 02/09/14, 03:48 pm

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Job Details:
Job Name:Indebting A Captain
Job Rank: B
Job Location: Heliohapt
Job Rewards: 15,000 Huang | 200exp | A Trade Ship Captain will owe you a favor
Job Overview: While the slave trade is welcome in Heliohapt, barbaric treatment of human lives is still frowned upon. One group of slavers has been run out of town for their brutal mutilation of slaves as part of an attempt to turn people into living dolls that will do as commanded without question. Robots without wills of their own. It seems they've set themselves up outside one of Heliohapt's port cities and have been preying upon anyone who comes through their territory including vital traders who come from overseas to stimulate the Heliohaptan economy with fair trade and foreign goods.

A wealthy and well-respected captain of a trade vessel has been captured by them recently and it's only a matter of time before their hospitality leaves him a broken man. When you take out the slavers, be sure to rescue this VIP lest his home country of Balbadd see his loss as Heliohapt's fault.

Enemies:
Enemy Name: Jarahn The "Breaker"
Rank: C
Needed damage to take down: B
Abilities: One of the founding members of the slaver group, this man is known for his iron fists and his "generosity" in dealing out punishment. His maximum sprinting speed is 10m/s and he wields a set of brass knuckles allowing his punches to deal C-tier damage.

Love Tap - Jarahn swiftly punches a target at 15m/s dealing C-tier damage. This ability is often followed up by some sign of affection from the man such as a wink of an air kiss.

Precious Pummel - A flurry of 15 punches at 20m/s that each deal D-tier damage. If 10 or more land C-tier damage is dealt. If all 15 land then B-tier damage is dealt. When performing this ability, Jarahn speaks as though his victim is a precious loved on and that he is doing it for "their own good" despite the obviously opposite results.

Enemy Name: Ben Ba Careem
Rank: C
Needed damage to take down: B
Abilities: Ben is well-versed in the ways of whip-play and is usually in charge of chasing down run aways as well as giving them their punishment. He is abnormally fast with a maximum sprinting speed of 15m/s and the leather whip he carries is 9m long dealing C-tier cutting damage with each lash.

Strangle Hold - Ben snaps the whip towards a target at 15m/s causing it to wrap around them tightly. He then pulls on the whip and runs away from the target causing it to tighten around them as he drags his victim along the ground. The whip can fracture bones this way dealing C-tier damage to the victim.

Punish Lash - A single quick crack of the whip at 20m/s capable of dealing  B-tier cut on whatever it hits.

Enemy Name: Yamua "Father" Inti
Rank: B
Needed damage to take down: A
Abilities: Leader of the group, this man is a former slave himself and spent many years fighting in Reim's coliseum before earning his freedom. and coming to Heliohapt to peddle human lives. His main goal in creating mindless slaves is to produce fodder soldiers to be sold to the military of foreign countries. His top speed is 10m/s and he carried two weapons on him at all times. The first is a curved scimitar capable of dealing B-tier damage, the other is a sling capable of dealing D-tier damage that uses polished stones gathered from a riverbed as ammunition.

Steady Shooting - An ability which allows Yamua to fire off 5 stones in a single turn by spinning his sling skillfully into his ammunition pouch allowing him to pick up a stone and rapidly fire shots in quick succession. The stones move at 10m/s and deal D-tier damage.

Quick Step - Yamua performs 5 quick bursts of movement at 15m/s which carry him 3m. This can be performed 3 turns in a row before needing a 1 turn break to catch his breath.

Sentence Blow - A move reserved for taking the lives of those too defiant to be trained into living machines. It is a single vertical slash from the scimitar at 25m/s capable of dealing A-tier damage to the target.

It had been several months since Yakuroro had arrived in Heliohapt. These many moons were filled with adventure and intrigue as the Imuchakk magician met a myriad of interesting new people and pursued his research on the long lost Toran civilization. He'd made dozens of expeditions out into the desert sands by now and while many were fruitless, each one invigorated Yakuroro filling him with joy at being able to live his life chasing after lost knowledge. For every day he spent without results, the few where he uncovered some scrap of Toran history or language became all the more exciting.

Alas, every dream must end. Yakuroro's wonderful life of study was toppled and brought to an abrupt halt by a lack of funds. All the Imuchakk's money had been spent and his purse had run dry. Evicted from his inn room and left without any food, Yakuroro had spent the past two days going hungry. Usually he would take a job under such circumstances, but the thought failed to cross his mind as his thoughts focused on a picture that was far too large for his own good. Instead of looking for opportunities to make some money through honest work, the Imuchakk decided to set up at the side of the road begging in hopes that his plight might help him discover the extent of how charitable all of Heliohapt was. But all he received was orders from the guards to get lost should he ever linger in one spot for too long.

Now, Yakuroro sat kneeling at the side of a main road leading out of the city. His Chimeric companion Akatetsu seated next to him in similar fashion. Both were bowing their heads low to the ground as individuals walked by as Yaku repeated the same line over an over again as the hours passed...

"Please kind sir/madame, I have naught but my friendly lizard and am in a foreign land. Could you perhaps spare some food for a starving pair of travelers?"

Yakuroro's forehead was stained brown from how many times he'd brought it to the earth in prostration and his elegant blue robes were filthy beyond belief since he'd returned from a two week long trek through the desert only to find his things had already been removed from the inn. There were still some things of value on the magician such as his new staff and Marax's purple metal ring. But there was little else to suggest he was anything more than a poor beggar. Signs of malnutrition were just beginning to show through his fingernails and his eyes, but thankfully dehydration was not an issue due to his mastery over water magic.

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Thank you all, for everything.

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In preparation for her journey to Reim, the young fanalis woman busied herself with building up her funds by taking on whatever mission she could find. Confident in her skills, she was quick to nab any higher level jobs from the job boards in the center of town. ”I should take a break after this one…” Muttering to herself she squints down at the flyer in her hands and reads over the description of the slavers once more. If she acted smartly she’d be able to dispatch them, but she was wary of their particularly cruel practices and the fact that she’d be an attractive target with her blood.

As she heads toward the outskirts, a crumpled figure in the distance to the side of the road catches her eye. Cities were often rife with beggars but already she could tell that this one was somehow different…perhaps it was his abnormally large frame or his head of blue hair. She approached him with a curious eye, her expression lighting up with recognition as she paused in front of him.

”You’re….that Imuchakk magician, correct? The one who helped me with that desert snake? … Ah, your name is…” The redheaded woman addresses him, bringing a closed fist to her mouth as she searches for his name but unfortunately cannot recall it. ”Oh! And Akatetsu is here as well.” She coos at the baby chimera, leaning over with a light smile one would normally reserve for children. Sparked by his master’s curiosity, Kabu glides down her arm, coiling his lower half around her forearm and using the leverage to support his outstretched head, stopping a few inches from Tetsu’s face. The young snake greeted all foreign beasts in a similar manner, unaware that it could be considered rude or hostile.

”Kabu! Enough of that.” Ayero shakes her wrist in warning as she reprimands the snake. ”Sorry about that, he’s a curious thing…ahem…anyway, what are the two of you doing here?” For the first time she takes note of how worn the magician looks.

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Yakuroro looked up from his latest begging prostration to see a familiar face. "Ah, the fanalis swordswoman from Reim, Ayero Shiiba!" He exclaimed. Last he had seen this female was during a job Yakuroro had taken when he first arrived in Heliohapt. Ayero and the magician had spent a day together hunting down a massive black serpent in the desert and she had made a bit of an impression on him with her strength as she not only delivered the final blow to the snake, but also survived being fired from one of the blue magician's spells like a cannon ball. Unfortunately it seemed he had not left as much of a mark on her mind as Ayero seemed to be grasping for Yaku's name, having forgotten it. "Magician of the Imuchakk, Yakuror-"

Just as the blue haired giant began to introduce himself, he was interrupted by the fanalis female recognizing Akatetsu almost immediately on sight. She greeted the chimera by name and moved to express her joy at being able to see the baby bone head once more. "-oookay, good to see you too." a dejected Yakuroro said before sighing. Most people found it hard to forget a magic wielding Imuchakk, especially those whom Yaku fought side by side with. Thankfully, it didn't bother him too much as he quickly recovered by painting a friendly smile upon his face. Meanwhile, Akatetsu hopped to his feet and happily returned Ayero's greeting with a gyao. The eyes of the babe were drawn to the woman's generous bosom as she bent over and the bonehead blushed as he closed his eyes and wove with one paw. But once the beasts eyes opened he found a very different sight before his gaze. A snake! "G-GYAO!" Akatetsu stumbled backwards in a roll and scurried to hide behind his adoptive Imuchakk father.

"Hahaha, I think this one is tame, Testu." Yaku said having noticed the serpent was wrapped around the fanalis' body in a manner that no sane person would tolerate without panicking. When asked what they were doing there, Yakuroro admitted their predicament to Ayero and told a quick tale of how they had returned to their inn only to find themselves promptly left to live on the streets and how the magician decided it would be a good chance to test the good will of others. The large growls from both his stomach and Akatetsu as he finshed the story would tell her that the results of this little experiment showed Heliohapts citizens to be a bit less than charitable. "So there you have it, hahahaha. Neither of us have eaten for two days!" He seemed pretty chipper despite the ordeal, and even Akatetsu was putting on a forced look of ignorant bliss as he tried to ignore the growing pit of emptiness in his belly. "What about you? Looks like you're headed out of the city."

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A bit taken aback by the young bonehead’s reaction, the snake slithers forward a few more inches with the intent of peering around Yakuroro where Tetsu had hidden. With another shake of her wrist and a grunt from Ayero, Kabu finally gets the hint and recedes back to rest his head on her shoulder. It was clear that Ayero had to teach the snake better about acceptable boundaries.

The halfling remains silent as Yakuroro relays to her the events that lead to him and Akatetsu begging on the side of the road. As the magician spoke, the fanalis woman takes in their appearances and notes the subtle signs of undernourishment that have begun to manifest on both man and beast. She didn’t have any particular reason to not believe their story, but their worn appearance only served as proof of their situation. ”…two days?” She mutters, brows knit it mild confusion at the Imuchakk magician’s cheerful disposition. She doubted that she’d be in such high spirits after not having eaten for several days.

”I am. There’s a band of slavers outside the city and a hefty reward that comes with their heads.” She unfolds the flyer in her hands to show Yakuroro the job description. ”A little strange for such a slavery friendly country. Word of mouth says that they’re particularly cruel to their wares.” Though personally, I don’t see the difference.

Her eyes graze over the paper once more, feeling a bit uneasy as she pictured the men by their descriptions in her head. She wasn’t new to feeling cautious or even nervous before knowingly walking into a dangerous situation, but perhaps it would be wise not to go alone this time. ”It’s a shame that you can’t properly take care of your beast…” A small sigh escapes her lips and her gaze travels down to Akatetsu at his father’s feet. ”How about a deal, then? I’ll split the reward money with you if you help take these guys out.” She gestures to the flyer. ”After all, you did help me with that desert beast.”

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Akatetsu retreated further behind his adoptive guardian at first as the snake slithered a bit closer, but at the sound of Yakuroro's reassuring words the chimera would poke its head out shyly and meet Kabu's slitted eyes briefly giving a timid greeting before the serpent was pulled away. "G...Gyao..." He then climbed up Yakuroro's back using his robes as a poor ladder to perch upon the Imuchakks shoulder in an attempt to show that he too could ride his master. The baby bonehead would wobble a bit at first, but he finally gained stability as he sat down and used one claw to grasp Yaku's hair to keep his balance. An act which elicited a wince of slight pain from the magician as he told the story of how they ended up in this state of temporary poverty.

When Yakuroro finished detailing the events that led to their current situation, he watched Ayero for her response and carefully evaluated her body language and tone in an attempt to divine her motives and nature. The first thing Yaku's discerning gaze noticed was that there were no obvious signs of a liar and it was probably safe to take each of her words as truth. But there was definitely more on her mind than the straightforwardness of her sentences would initially suggest. Specifically, some resentment towards slavery and the fact that it was considered legal in this country to some degree. Then, as she looked back to the job poster and went on to offer a share in the bounty should Yakuroro assist her there were subtle hints of...a lack in confidence? Perhaps that wasn't right. A caution for the potential dangers of facing men known for their brutality and maybe a hint of honor as she brought up the past help that Yakuroro had given her.

The Imuchakk's nearly dumb smile softened as he looked over the job details and for a moment he would look rather regal and confident despite his disparaged state. The face he looked the document over was that of a Kings as he simultaneously shoved the job information into a mental folder somewhere whilst also making a personal judgement about Ayero.

"She's got a bigger heart than she'd like me to believe. This one must be loved by the rukh."

Yaku then looked up from the paper and the goofy smile returned, his eyes seeming a bit less clear giving an overall less intelligent vibe to his outward appearance. "I suppose I've run this little experiment long enough. It would be nice to earn enough money to fill our bellies again, isn't that right Tetsu?" He seemed to be ignoring Ayero's comment on being unable to take proper care of his chimeric companion and chuckled as Akatetsu replied with a positive growl to the Imuchakk's question. Yakuroro then stood to his feet and hefted his staff before reaching down to his waist grasping an end of the jade green magic carpet that was holding his robes closed. The magical fabric tied itself and sprawled out in mid air providing a solid surface for everyone to ride on.

A playful idea then popped into the magician's head as he jumped onto the carpet and then pretended to be too weak to hold up his own weight. The Imuchakk fell to his hands and knees and panted lightly as he put on an act of utter exhaustion. "Would you...*pant*...mind driving...*pant*...the carpet?...I'll need to conserve my strength if I am to be of any help to you." While it was true that Yakuroro was a bit tired from a lack of nutrition, it was an utter lie that flying the carpet would be anything more than a negligible drain on his stamina. But he thought it would be a good experience for the fanalis woman to learn how to control a flying carpet and he suspected she'd be more likely to take up the task if he made it seem like she was going to be better at it than him at the moment. "I fear that if I fly us, I might pass out in the middle of the air. Please, you are probably a superior driver than I anyways..."

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Thank you all, for everything.

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Dark brown eyes remained trained on the Imuchakk even as he took a few moments to look over the job flyer. While Yakuroro had shown no reason for her to harbor distrust for him, something about the blue magician had her on her toes. Though outwardly friendly, she still saw him as quite strange and felt as if there was something she was missing about him. It was entirely possible that the man could be keeping secrets; however secrets were not always dark in nature and she had no reason or intent to pry into one’s personal life. But the look on his face and the posture he assumed while focused on the job description gave her the fleeting notion that Yakuroro might be more than he appeared. She shrugged it off for the time being seeing as it was only a hunch, and hunches could and have certainly been wrong before. It would be best to focus on the task at hand.

She feels a small pang of relief in her chest upon his agreement and nods solemnly as he unfastens the sheet of green fabric from his waist and wills it to unfurl. She was nearly about to climb onto the carpet when the Imuchakk collapses onto the cloth, his words eliciting an utterly confused expression from the Fanalis woman. ”I…excuse me?” She clears her throat in an attempt to regain her composure after being caught off guard by his request. ”Certainly you’re aware that Fanalis can’t do magic?” She frowns a little as the sudden thought enters her mind that the magician might be taunting her. It was clear that Ayero believed that one needed to do “magic” in order for the carpet to take flight. The concept of magoi and rukh were only present in name; she’d heard tales surrounding them but believed them to be little more than fictitious folk stories.

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Akatetsu scrambled to stay perched on Yaku's shoulder as his body crumpled under its own mass, but failed and went toppling face first onto the carpet. Thankfully the soft cloth and his bone skull made it a painless albeit embarrassing scene. The chimera rolled with the fall and ended up sitting upright only to turn around and pounce back onto his father's shoulder. The beast misjudged his leap and landed on Yaku's head instead pushing his face into the carpet causing him to fall flat against it due to Akatetsu's weight. An audible grunt was followed by Yakuroro reaching up to lift Akatetsu off himself by grasping the beast by its head and setting it down next to him. The Imuchakk magician the rolled over onto his back and continued his farce at being fatigued beyond his limits as he layed down on the carpet bringing a hand to his face as if he could rub the hunger from his expression. A vain effort according to the false narrative he spun with his body language by the way he grimaced, but despite this he maintained control over the flying carpet and kept it hovering in place until he had confirmation Ayero would take the reins. It was not wise to simply let go of it's movements lest he find himself falling to the ground abruptly before someone else could let their will grasp the carpet and guide its flight. But much to his surprise, the woman did not agree to take on this task. Her ignorance of all things magical showed itself as if there were a beacon above her head that shined the light of unfamiliarity over anything that was not of muscle, blood, and cold steel.

Yakuroro made an internal sigh, but swiftly thought of how to reply to Ayero's words with tact and subtlety in a way that did not make her feel as unknowing as she truly was. He decided the best way to do this was to feign having misheard her so she could claim that she was informed all along. "Huh? Fanalis can do magic?" Yakuroro's brow furrowed and he made a waving motion with his hand as if she should discard the thought as rubbish, "Nonsense, I can't teach you magic on the way there. First of all, there isn't nearly enough time! It takes years of study and a natural talent. On top of that, I've heard that Fanalis usually aren't born with the magoi for it nor the ability to see and listen to the rukh which make magic possible." All the while during this lecture Akatetsu was nodding with his arms crossed as if he understood what was being said. But in truth the beast was merely trying to give weight to his father figures words as if the opinion of a small creature lent credibility to them. "Magic tools like this carpet are the closest you'll get to casting magic I'm afraid. They cast the magic for you after all. It's honestly almost a shame since even a child could man a magic tool weapon if they simply take hold of it and let the tool tug on the magoi flowing through their bodies. Tragic really, I fear the advent of these tools might just lead to more bloodshed on the battlefields of the world should they become popularly weaponized...Oh, look at me ranting. My apologies."

Yakuroro had sat up halfway through his lesson disguised as the ramblings of a talkative magician keen on discussing any subjects related to his craft. His eyes gazing up toward the sky as if he were projecting his thoughts onto it like a grand canvas. "Anyways, we should probably get going. Are you going to fly this thing or not?" He said with a raised brow before turning to look at Ayero with a confident smile that expected her to be capable of stepping up to the task at hand. Akatetsu even waved his clawed hands through the air and looked at her expectantly is if to user her along, "Gyao, Gyao!"

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Thank you all, for everything.

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Ayero stands stubbornly in place as she watches the comical scene of Akatetsu jumping onto his master’s head and causing him to slump down against the carpet once more. A small smile twitches as the corner of her lips and she exhales sharply in amusement, though all hints of enjoyment are void from her face by the time Yakuroro settles back onto the fabric. She hoped that the Imuchakk would abandon the idea of her controlling the magic item but as he began to speak her apprehension began to deepen. She she hear him correctly? Did he even hear her right? Her mouth opens to interject but she can’t find any words suitable for arguing about magic and magical ability.

Her brows furrow together she closes her mouth as he begins to delve into the specifics of magic items. They were specifics to her at least, as the Fanalis woman clearly knew very little about magic and how it worked. Her head tilts to the side in curiosity as Yakuroro mentions the ease at which one could operate a magic tool, clearly not expecting for him to make it sound so simple. Should she believe his words? Her gaze slides over to the young beast at his side who was nodding in agreement to the magician’s words. Clearly the child had seen something in the blue magician that had earned his trust.

”I…suppose if you think that I have the ability to do something like this.”  The halfling relents and swiftly takes her place at the head of the carpet. It would be far quicker to fly than to walk after all. She takes a few minutes to settle, feeling a tinge of butterflies in her stomach as she does so. ”If I end up crashing this thing, don’t expect me to pay you for it.” With Yakuroro’s words echoing in her mind she gingerly takes ahold of the fabric and is surprised to feel the gentle yet firm pull of the tool drawing on her magoi. It wasn’t unpleasant or draining at the moment but it was unlike any sensation she had felt before.

Curiosity piqued, she slowly wills the carpet to turn to the right, overly cautious about controlling the magic tool. Inwardly delighted that the carpet responded to her command she slowly raises the swath of fabric higher into the air, her heartbeat begins to pick up at the prospect that she was the one controlling it. She had long since discarded the idea of dealing with all things magic after learning that her race, though blessed with inhuman strength and speed could not perform magic. This isn’t so bad… After growing more confident with the controls, she directs the trio off toward the outskirts of the town where their targets had last been sighted.

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As the magic carpet ride began, Yakuroro sat up in a kneeling position next to Ayero with Akatetsu taking a space between them leaning against the fanalis woman making sounds of content. The little guy lacked a mother figure in his life so he alway seemed to get all cuddly with women who showed him any signs of affection. Seeing this, Yakuroro simply smiled and looked away so as not to get in the way of the childs bliss. He was happy to let the creature find peace in others as it was honestly quite tiring to be the primary source of a baby's attentions. For a time, the Imuchakk was say nothing aside from a few small bits of advice on carpet flying here and there. "It's easier to guide the carpet if you add action to your will like pointing with a finger in the direction you want to go or even just looking that way...You can go much faster than this if you'd like...DON'T FLY SO CLOSE TO THE GROUND NEAR TREES!" But after a while it would only be a matter of time before Ayero mastered the use of this magic tool and by proxy almost all magic tools. It was really a simple feat even a child could manage, but it was still somewhat nice for the Imuchakk to believe that he had some small part in helping someone learn something new.

Once it seemed like the red headed beauty had gotten the hang of the carpet controls, Yakuroro felt it was probably okay to distract her with conversation while they headed to the slave trader hide out near the coast. After looking her over he could tell that she was in fine shape, even for a fanalis. It was likely that her strength had been developed to a maturity that would be capable of magoi manipulation. He found her ignorance of magoi to be a tragedy as it was with all who did not know of its splendour, so without even asking her the Imuchakk began a short lesson on magoi manipulation. "So, do you feel the subtle energy being drained from your body? That is your magoi. All living things have it and even some things that we don't traditionally consider to be "alive" like sand, the ocean, and even mountains. Right now you can only feel it where the magic tool is taking it from your body right? If you focus hard enough, you should be able to feel that magoi flowing through your body even when a magic tool isn't being used. A bit more practice and you can even choose where to make that magoi flow to focus it on certain parts of your body." Yakuroro didn't go into what one could do by focusing their magoi, but it was enough to satisfy his teaching bone to simply explain a few basic concepts that would be useful should Ayero decide to pursue training in the art of magoi manipulation in the future.


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Thank you all, for everything.

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Ayero was surprised at how simple it was to will the carpet into movement, the wild beating of her heart calming since their initial takeoff and she focuses more on keeping them alight at a decent altitude and away from any obstructions. As Akatetsu leans against her back she turns her head halfway to glance at him, a small smile curling the edges of her mouth at the child’s contentment. The young bonehead’s actions reminded her of her many younger siblings and made her a bit homesick. She had spent a good chunk of her life dealing with a rowdy yet affectionate family and though she had freed herself from the burden of caring for them constantly, the halfling had rather missed them. Turning her attention back to the open sky, she focuses on directing the magic item once more.

She listens intently as the Imuchakk magician speaks on the subject of magoi, silently fascinated. The tall tales and folk stories she was used to hearing couldn’t compare to Yakuroro’s explanation and she would have been skeptical of his words had she not felt the vague drain of her energy he’d described. She remains silent for a few moments after his words die down, now thoroughly intrigued. ”And even a Fanalis can do this…?” She glances down at her hand clutching the fabric beneath them, wondering what sort of effect concentrating magoi to a certain body part would have.

After a short while they begin to approach the coastal area where the slavers were said to have run off to. ”It looks like we’re getting close to our target.” She glances back to the Imuchakk with a critical eye and speaks in a mild tone. ”Any plans on how to approach this without launching me from a sphere of water?”

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It was somewhat amusing to hear the near disbelief in Ayero's words as she looked down at her own hand. Watching the gradual enlightenment of someone who is completely ignorant of all things magical had its own subtle pleasures. Yakuroro was far from seeing himself as some sort of great teacher as he, himself, still had much to learn about the world. But it was still nice to see that the words he'd imparted upon someone were helping them learn and grow. The Imuchakk magician made no reply to the fanalis woman's words leaving as it it were rhetorical. It didn't need answering. In time she would likely try to find the answer for herself and when she did, her success in the field would depend entirely upon how hard she was willing to work and practice.

After a time, the carpet ride would soon near its destination as the land and sea met and the air held the scent of salt water in the distance. It was a pleasant sensation for Yakuroro whom had been away from the sea for far far too long. Unfortunately, the cause for this trip was not a leisurely day at the beach. Ayero began conversation once more, but this time it was focused on the task at hand. How to deal with the slaving bandits? Yaku chuckled softly at the reference Ayero made about the last job the couple had taken together and wove the concern away with his hand, "Hahaha, no I don't think we'll be fighting any giant beasts this time. The targets are slavers, right? Even if they have some tamed beasts, I doubt they will be large enough to warrant such drastic measures." Yakuroro then brought an inquisitive hand to stroke his chin as he pondered for a moment. "I have a few new spells I'd like to try. One involves making a handful of people deaf for a short period if time. If you want to do this all cloak and dagger, we could cause some confusion and free the prisoners before a real battle begins."

The suggestion was merely that, should Ayero have a preference for going in for a head on fight, Yakuroro would not complain as he had some offensive spells to practice as well.


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The halfling listens intently at the Imuchakk’s suggestions, eyes cast ahead and slightly downward as she took in their soon-to-be surroundings down below. She chews on her lower lip softly in thought, trying to weight their options against what little they knew about the slavers. ”Make sure I’m out of range for that one…” The red head mutters in reference to Yakuroro’s deafness spell.

”If these men really are as dangerous as I hear, then perhaps it would be best not to involve the captives until after we’ve taken care of the slavers.” Freeing the slaves had the potential to involve innocent lives in the fight, and at the moment Ayero could assess how bloody it would be. That, and there was always the potential that they would somehow get in her way. ”I say we take this head on.”

Should the Imuchakk magician agree, Ayero willed the carpet to descend slowly once they had found the camp of their target. While concentrating on controlling the carpet, a sharp yell jerked her attention to the ground. Her eyes widened to see about a dozen men in the slaver’s camp with bows trained on them. With another yell, the men let their arrows loose and fly towards their arial target. Cringing at how obvious their approach had been, Ayero grips the cloth of the carpet harder and drives it forward in an attempt to dodge the assault. Weaving in between the arrows was surprisingly easy and the half-fanalis was beginning to feel as if the flying carpet was an extension of her own body. A single arrow managed to pierce the bunched fabric of her cloak near her shoulder, only centimeters away from nicking the flesh of her shoulder.

Satisfied with the outcome thus far, the fanalis woman wears a determined yet pleased expression as she drives the carpet toward the ground, left hand occupied with feeding it magoi while her right hand reaches for the weapon at her waist. Unsheathing her talwar, she flourishes the blade once their opponents are in striking distance. With deft slashes, she deals quick gashes to the chests of two men on either side of the carpet.


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Duquin

Duquin
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The magician managed to hear Ayero's comment about making sure he did not include her as collateral damage in the use of his sound magic. He simply smiled and otherwise pretended that he didn't hear her deciding that it probably wouldn't put her at ease even if he revealed that the spell in mind was small enough that only a specific few targets would be affected. The smile faded slightly as he heard the fanalis woman decline the more subtle approach in favor of a frontal assault but he didn't let his displeasure come through in the sound of his voice as he voiced his agreement. "Very well, while I think taking them by surprise would be safer for the slaves...they should be alright if we bring all the attention on ourselves with a big entrance. Leave the flashy work to me." Yaku said, shaking his staff in a gesture that implied he would use his magic to ensure the slavers focus fell upon this team of non-human freedom fighters.

The magic carpet ride would only last a short while longer as the sandy desert turned to solid ground and became scattered with patches of green and plantlife. Finally they would come upon the area where the bandits were said to be camping out. The port town they'd been terrorizing was visible as a small obscure shape in the distance but they were still a decent distance away from the shore. The hideout was a clearing surrounded by palm trees and thick shorter bushes with palms that would make the camp hard to see from the outside. Yakuroro wasn't thinking about how Ayero was flying at a height that left them visible until she willed the carpet over the camp. "Perhaps we should..." The words would never get out as a shout from below brought attention towards the guards with arrows trained on the flying group.

Yakuroro held tightly to the carpet and Akatetsu held on tightly to Yakuroro as the carpet suddenly moved with great speed to avoid the volley of steel tipped death that was sent through the air towards them. As the carpet dropped low to the ground and Ayero used her sword to cut down a few enemies at the front, the Imuchakk turned around and pointed his staff behind them whilst building magoi and listening to the rukh as he gave them commands.

The spell he was using was rather simple and quite similar to a spell he'd already made back when he was training with Ladi Soushui in Zou. The commands were akin to that of Crackle at first. Form water from the atmosphere and condense it together before freezing it solid. As the ice froze more water droplets gathered around it only to freeze in kind until a spike large icicle was formed in the air in front of Yaku's staff of storms. But instead of firing this single spike, it was willed to peel apart into ten 1m icicle spikes.

"Icicle Rain!"

The Imuchakk shouted as the rukh whispered the name of this spell to him and launched the spikes outward in various different directions. Some of the grunt guards would be injured while some would simply find themselves a bit too close for comfort with a flying shard of ice. But the spell did its job and caused a panic among men who had been hired to fight off soldiers and townsmen with pitchforks, not a fanalis warrior woman and an Imuchakk magic user.

A few shouts of fear and a few cowards running was all it took for the rest of the hired thugs to flee as well. There was a bit of chaos and commotion but when it cleared there were only three men still in the camp. One was seated in front of a fire looking calm as he bit into a roasted animal of some kind that had been recently cooked to perfection. Two other men flanked him on either side and they appeared equally unimpressed with the assault Ayero and Yakuroro had made. Although perhaps they were more unimpressed with the quality of their own men.

230/250 Magoi
Icicle Rain Trained 500/500:
Name: Icicle Rain
Tier: C
Cost: 20 Magoi | 10 Sustained
Element: Water | Ice
Class: Offensive
Range: 20m
Duration: 3 Posts
Cool-Down: 4 Posts
Description: The user generates water above their staff from magoi and gathers more from the atmosphere in order to form ten 1m long spikes of ice. These spikes can then be fired up to 20m away at 15m/s dealing D-tier piercing damage. If all ten icicles hit a single target then a total of C-tier damage will be dealt. Each turn a new volley of ice spikes will form and can be aimed once more to fire another wave until the spell ends.


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Thank you all, for everything.

Ayero

Ayero
Ω-Tier
Ω-Tier
After striking the first pair of archers, Ayero quickly realizes that there are too many men in their immediate path. Tugging the carpet slightly upwards at the last minute, she narrowly dodges another projectile weapon and barley soars over enemy heads. Clinking her teeth together, the redhead strains to come up with a plan to disassemble the thugs below. With her focus trained entirely on their foes, she fails to notice her magician companion gathering magoi in preparation for an attack. It wasn’t until Yakuroro actually casts the spell that she’s pulled out of her thoughts, turning her gaze back to him long enough to catch sight of the large icicle the Imuchakk had conjured up. Dark brown eyes widen a notch as the spike of ice begins to separate into smaller shards before being fired into the cluster of men beneath them. The spears of ice impale themselves within the ground and into the limbs of a few unlucky men, effectively scattering what remained of the camp’s vanguard.

A flicker of a smile curls the halfling’s lips, accompanied by a short exhale. She had nearly forgotten that she wasn’t heading this mission alone, and that her partner for had previously proven himself a capable magician. With the hired help gone, all that remained were three men, all seemingly indifferent to their assault. A bit miffed that the men before them weren’t showing at least a bit of surprise or caution, Ayero speaks first.

”We are here for the Captain from Balbadd and to put an end to your cruel practices.” The woman flourishes her curved blade to the side, narrowing her gaze on the trio. ”Where are you holding him?” She doubted that her demand would be meant with a satisfactory response and readied herself to engage.


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With the small fry scattered to the four winds, all that remained were a set of men who seemed to be far more capable than the rest from their casual confidence. Yakuroro would place a hand on Akatetsu's head and shoot the child a smile before jumping off the carpet, "Keep an eye on Ayero and protect her for me!" He said in an encouraging voice. The chimera's eyes widened and then focused as it realized the responsibility being entrusted with him. A dedicated growl and a nod followed as Akatetsu moved closer to Ayero and placed both of his paws at her waist as if holding onto her would ensure her safety. "Gyao!" In truth, Yakuroro was entrusting Akatetsu to Ayero and not the other way around. He would look to her and wink through a smirk in hopes that she would get the hint.

As the Imuchakk landed on the ground and his robes lofted open from lack of a carpet there to tie them shut, Yakuroro blushed slightly out of embarrassment that his body was somewhat revealed but movement from the remaining slavers kept his mind on more pressing matter. "See? This is why we should keep some of our trained slaves instead of selling them all off and hiring men..." The man on the right said only for the one in the middle to stand and smack him in the back of the head. "It's situations like this that we all got into this business for in the first place, remember? Get set boys, Father's giving you permission to go all out!" The man who seemed to be their leader said as he pointed the piece of meat in his hand towards the intruders after taking another bite out of it.

The two subordinates flanking the older man both grinned and began moving towards Ayero on the carpet. Yakuroro set eyes on "Father" and began walking towards him after noticing that he'd been the subject of the man's gaze. "I've always wanted to fight a magician, ya know." Father said as he dropped the rest of his food into the fire. The two other men walked right past Yakuroro and set their focus on the beautiful red headed woman, one of the licking his lips with delight. The Imuchakk eye'd both of them as they walked by but turned his gaze back to their leader to find that he was putting on a belt that held a blade and pouch. It seemed like the man wanted to fight Yakuroro alone, all the better for the magician of lies and deceit. "Where are the people you've taken captive?" Yakuroro asked while standing in a neutral position hoping that this man's desire for a one on one battle meant he'd satisfy any questions Yaku had before being prepared to fight himself.


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Thank you all, for everything.

Ayero

Ayero
Ω-Tier
Ω-Tier
The Fanalis woman arches a slim eyebrow at Yakuroro’s remark before giving a short nod of understanding. The feeling of the tiny chimera’s paws on her waist is unexpected and she blinks down in surprise at the young bonehead before a genuine smile of appreciation crosses her face. Akatetsu’s concern with protecting her was touching, seeing as how the halfling was too standoffish and guarded to become this close with someone. That, and the child’s innocence and affection reminded her very much of the younger siblings she used to spend her days caring for. Placing a protective hand atop the smooth bone of Tetsu’s skull, Ayero focuses her attention on Yakuroro and their targets.

She remains silent, sword gripped tightly in hand throughout the short exchange. As the two men begin to make their way towards the carpet, the Fanalis consciously slows her breathing, inhaling deeply as she watches them careful and reestablishes the grip on her weapon. ”Well, aren’t you a fetching young thing? Fetching young things fetch quite a bit of Huang…” One of the men coos as he approaches her, reaching for the whip at his belt. Suppressing a growl through clenched teeth, Ayero shifts her gaze between the two men, trying to figure out how to approach the situation.

“You’re not very bright, are you, love? But I suppose this saves us the trouble of having to fill our quota…” The other man speaks with a grin, cracking his knuckles before slipping a pair of brass knuckles over them. For a moment Ayero’s eyes fall on Yakuroro and “father”. Seeing the opening and wasting no time, Jarahn lunges at the woman with a fist pulled back, ready to strike. Startled by the attack and mentally regretting her slip-up, Ayero is only able Akatetsu away from her before taking a fist to the gut. Cringing from the blow, the Fanalis woman bends slightly from the pain in her stomach before pushing herself into action. Using her now lowered position to her advantage, Ayero shifts her footing and ejects herself from the carpet at her assailant. Gripping her talwar tightly in one hand, she pulls her free arm in front of her chest before digging her elbow into the back of Jarahn’s right elbow, effectively paralyzing the limb. Alarmed and irritated, the man takes a heavy swing at the woman with his mobile arm, only for her to duck narrowly and quickly jam her elbow into his other arm.

Before she even has a moment to breathe, the sound of leather slapping skin resonates through the air as Ben’s whip wraps around the arm she was using to paralyze his partner with. Growling, the Fanalis woman tugs violently at the whip before Ben had a chance to immobilize her any further. As he careens toward her, the halfling side moves to the side and steps as if to move behind him. With her talwar already drawn in her free hand, she digs the blade into Ben’s shoulder and begins to spiral around his body at 20 m/s. Unable to move from the quick and painful assault, the man cries out in pain as Ayero withdraws her blade from the end of the long wound at his hip. Shaking the slackened whip from her wrist as Ben crumples into a bloodied heap, she turns her attention toward Jarahn once more.


[Stamina: 110/160]

Techniques used:

Kō Kuikku-Mahi:

Name: Kō Kuikku-Mahi
Tier: C
Cost: 20 stamina
Weapon Type: N/A
Class: Supplementary
Range: Close
Duration: 1 post
Cool-Down: 3 posts
Description: The user jams their elbow or knee into an opponent’s pressure point (juncture between the pointer finger and thumb, inner elbow, back of knee etc.) at 15 m/s, effectively paralyzing up to two limbs for up to three posts.

Devil's Graze:
Name: Devil’s Graze
Tier: B
Cost: 30 Stamina
Weapon Type: Talwar
Class: Offensive
Range: Close
Duration: 1 post
Cool-Down: 5 posts
Description: The user approaches their opponent head on with their sword drawn before feinting to the side. The user then digs their blade into the opponent’s shoulder while twisting around the opponent, dragging the blade as they go at 20 m/s. This technique cuts completely through the muscle, creating a spiral-like cut around the opponent’s body.


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Yamua snicker softly under his breath before picking a stone of a pouch on his belt and slipping it into a sling which he began to spin casually in his left hand, "Sorry, but you won't be seeing any of my precious children. They've been forbidden to see the light of day until they know to respect my authority. Helps with disciplining them." A sickly grin danced across "Father's" face and he made it clear that the time for talk was now over as he began Steady Shooting as he spun the sling to fire off a polished stone before swinging it back into his pouch to fire another at a steady pace sending five of the rocks flying through the air towards the magician.

Yakuroro stood firm and held a strong spiteful gaze on the man as each of the stones struck a shield of magoi bouncing harmlessly off the magician's borg. "I've got some experience raising children myself..." Yakuroro said as he began walking towards Yamua slowly and without any sign of worry or rush. "More than discipline, they need the warm love of the sun and a caring parent to grow healthy and strong, don't you know that?" The slaver scoffed at the Imuchakk's words and performed a Quick Step and closed the distance between them and begin flanking around to Yakuroro's rear as he shouted in anger.

"I don't need a blue giant to tell me how to be a father! I've been raising kids for years and the only thing that makes them strong is suffering! Because I suffered more than anyone, I am the strongest and can teach them how to be like me!"

The argument sounded like that of a madman. Clearly Yamua's mind had been addled by years of his own slavery and fighting in the coliseum. But Yakuroro was unaware of this man's fate. All he knew was that this "father" was not in his right mind, nor was he someone who could be left to his own devices. Without even turning around to follow Yamua's movements, Yakuroro rose his staff upwards and spoke the name of his spell,

"Deep Blue!"

A massive amount of water then began to form in the air around them converging in on Yakuroro and Yamua just as the latter tried to draw his blade. The Imuchakk had made sure to form the spell a bit off center of himself so he would not accidentally catch Ayero or Akatetsu in the large 25m diameter sphere of liquid. Both the men would be swept up into the currents which pulled Yakuroro to the center and left Yamua 5m from the edge but too disorientated to tell just how close he was to potential escape. Yamua had successfully drawn his scimitar and took notice of Yakuroro's large figure, distorted in the water but clear from the way his form silhouetted against the refracted sunlight coming into the sphere from above.

With his prey in sight, Yamua threw caution aside and began swimming towards the Imuchakk. Determined strokes would carry the man through the water at an impressive speed but it would still take time for the man to reach Yakuroro. Alas, this would be a terrible decision on Yamua's part as a single twisting current within the water sphere rushed through towards the human from the outer edges of the body of liquid and curved to smash into him from behind. The current carried Yamua in a corkscrew trajectory curving around the middle of the sphere orbiting Yakuroro whom was treading water at its center.

There, in the water, Yakuroro brought his staff close to his body and closed his eyes as he listened to the rukh and prepared yet another spell. There was a second current moving through the sphere, this one remaining very close to its outer edge. Yakuroro focused on the location of this current and began to perform a variation of his cavitation magic. In the past, Yakuroro had used this magic on a large scale creating a single massive bubble, but this time he would  supply less magoi to a single bubble and spread it out to create several smaller ones.

Yamua was being tossed around by the currents but finally regained his composure and performed a Sentence Blow usually reserved for killing disobedient slaves and cleaved through the water current. His movements finally settled and he turned to face Yakuroro just as the Imuchakk pointed his staff upwards to the second current which was out of "Father's" sight. The magician's magoi flew towards the current as he spoke the name of the spell, "Carnival of Bubbles." The name which the rukh had imparted to Yakuroro would be distorted from the water but it rung true to the blue and green rukh all the same. The magoi in the current began forming bubbles and each one was carried along with it towards their mutual target.

Yamua would begin swimming towards Yakuroro once more, but he would find himself struck from above by a second water current. This time, the current held within a set of cavitation bubbles which where pressed into the man by they current. Yamua would be sent crashing into the ground with B-tier force only to be pummeled by a series of explosive shock waves as the cavitation bubbles collapsed and generated an intense heat. The human's bones would suffer sever damage and his body received burns from the scalding hot water as the bubbles did an additional B-tier of damage.

Yakuroro let the spell fade and the water came splashing down spreading in all directions putting out the campfire and leaving Ayero shin deep temporarily. Akatetsu by this point had gotten back on the carpet and knew his fathers spells well enough that he rose the flying decor high enough to escape wetting. The Imuchakk would land on the ground and let out a sigh as he glanced towards Yamua's mangled but still living body, "Looks like you weren't that strong after all...Perhaps now you'll believe my words." With that, the magician turned his attention towards his fanalis companion to see if she was doing alright against her own opponents.

160/250 - Magoi
1000+/1000 Carnival of Bubbles Training:
Name: Carnival of Bubbles
Tier: B
Cost: 30 Magoi | 15 Sustained
Element: Cavitation | Water + Sound
Class: Offensive
Range: 30m
Duration: 3 Posts
Cool-Down: 5 Posts
Description: The user points their staff at a nearby water source and sends their magoi towards it at a rate of 20m/s. Upon reaching a water source, the rukh is commanded to form 5 cavitation bubbles within an area of 15m. These bubbles then burst dealing impact damage from the shockwave as well as burning damage from the intense heat generated from the act of cavitation. Each bubble only deals D-tier damage by itself however if three hit a target C-tier damage will be dealt and if all five hit a single target then B-tier damage will be dealt.

Abilities Used:
Name: Deep Blue
Tier: A
Cost: 40; 20 Sustained
Element: Water
Class: Offensive/Supplementary
Range: 40m
Duration: 5 posts
Cool-Down: 7 posts
Description: The caster summons a massive 25 meter diameter sphere of water gather overhead or around themselves. So long as the user is standing still and has hold of their staff they can move this sphere of water within a 40m range of themselves at a speed of 25m/s. The waters inside the sphere are a all perfectly calm save for two 3m diameter currents. The caster can control the movements of these two currents within the sphere by making intricate movements with their staff. The currents flow at 15m/s and crash into underwater targets with B-tier force. Being swept up by the current alone does not deal damage. Broken bones and deep cuts will be the resulting injuries, but only if the target is forced into something solid by the current such as the ground or a wall. B-tier abilities and higher can be used to break free from the currents and displace enough water to take a breath, however so long as the caster has their staff and is sustaining magoi, the water sphere will fully reform in 1 post. Heat Magic Spells must be Ω-tier to evaporate enough water to break free where as lightning magic will hit anyone inside the water as if it were one tier higher. Non-Imuchakk caught in the spell can only hold their breath for two posts before blacking out and will drown if they are still in the water for a full third post.



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Thank you all, for everything.

Ayero

Ayero
Ω-Tier
Ω-Tier
Exhaling slowly, the red head turns her body fully toward the remaining man. With both arms paralyzed, Jarahn looks conflicted between rage and fear, especially after seeing the condition the young woman had put his companion in. As Ayero steps closer, he opens his mouth to speak but can’t seem to form a thought. Or so it may have seemed, if the warrior woman didn’t lunge forward and slam a close fist into his jaw. The sound of cracking bones can be heard as the assault send him careening backwards , Ayero sprinting after Jarahn to deliver several slashes to his torso and throat with her blade. Defeated, the slaver’s body twitches as he lays upon the ground, light slowly draining from his eyes in time with the loss of blood.

Taking in a deep breath to cope with the adrenaline rushing through her blood, Ayero turns her focus back toward Ben laying on the ground several feet away. Satisfied that both men were either nearly deceased or otherwise gravely injured, her attention is drawn back to Yakuroro. She gives his body a once-over to asses him for damage and finds nothing obvious. Glancing around him, she spies Yamua’s crushed body on the ground and grunts in approval. ”You took care of that rather quickly.” She comments, reminding herself that the seemingly carefree magician was dangerously skilled. ”I don’t suppose you got any information out of him?”


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A-Tier
While there wasn't much reason to worry about Ayero's safety considering that she herself was quite the capable warrior, Yakuroro was still relieved to see that she had finished her battle relatively unscathed. In response to her question Yakuroro simply smiled and played dumb as he began looking around, eyes scanning the water covered ground. "Nothing of note sadly, he was quite stubborn about insisting that he was a good father..." His crystal blue peepers saw what they'd been looking for. A sign of something out of place. Water to his right that was spread across the ground making the floor muddy seemed to be draining into...a bush? That was certainly out of the ordinary. "But I think we might not need him to tell us anything to do what we came here to do." Yaku continued as he walked over towards the shrub.

See the light of day indeed. The Imuchakk was able to move the bush aside to reveal that it was a fake put in place to cover up the entrance to a tunnel. "There is a ladder and an underground chamber here!" Yakuroro called out before making his way down into the hole. The first set of torches near the ladder had been doused by the water but there were many more dotting a long hall way with cages on either side. "I believe we've found the prisoners...Don't worry everyone, we will get you out soon!" Yakuroro then looked up and offered a hand to help Ayero down off the ladder should she desire as it had a bit of a drop before reaching the bottom.


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Thank you all, for everything.

Ayero

Ayero
Ω-Tier
Ω-Tier
The Fanalis quirked a brow ever so slightly, head tilted to the side as she studied the magician’s face. ”I see.” Was her only comment, unwilling to press the subject further. She could have sworn that she had heard him conversing with “Father” at one point during their scuffle, but she’d been rightfully focused on her own two opponents to discern what they were actually saying. Pursing her lips in thought, the halfling figured that that Father’s slaves couldn’t be far. Thankfully Yakuroro’s keen eyes seemed to have an idea.

The pair quickly made the descent underground, intent on finding and freeing the captives, the Balbadd Captain among them. She stares at Yakuroro for a moment, perplexed when he offers her his hand as she reaches the end of the ladder. After several moments of hesitation she takes the giant’s hand and allows him to help her to the ground, sending him a curt nod of her head as thanks.

After completing their mission and ensuring that the Captain was safe and in the right hands after his ordeal, the pair collects their reward. ”That went rather smoothly. Thank you for your aid. Now that that is out of the way, I suppose it’s time for that meal I promised you two.” The halfling places a hand over her own stomach, now growling in protest. ”I’m sure that you two are quite hungry as well by now, correct?” She slides her gaze over to the Imuchakk and the young bonehead, glad that the trio had come out of their mission relatively unscathed. Something in the Fanalis was satisfied at the idea of slaying slave traders, no matter how cruel their methods were.

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A-Tier
After helping Ayero down from the ladder, Yakuroro turned around and was faced with the reaching hands of many prisoners begging for freedom. The Imuchakk assured them all that they'd be released shortly but first demanded that the VIP they'd come for was identified and safe. The old captain looked to be in low spirits and rather upset over something, but for all intents and purposes he was uninjured and free of harm.

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Yakuroro nodded at the sight of the captain and after confirming his identity, the magician began breaking the locks on the cages and one by one former slaves poured out and rushed for the ladder into sunlight. "Be sure to squint if you've been down here for a while!" Yakuroro called after the first few men as the dim lighting of the underground chamber would have their eyes weak to the brilliance of open sunlight. "Thank you for the quick rescue..." The trade captain said to Yakuroro as he was helped from his cage. "I own a small fleet of trade vessels in the nearby port town. Please stop by later, I have a...request." and with that, the man joined the throng of potential slaves back to the surface.

Afterwards, Yakuroro would be joining Akatetsu on the flying carpet once more as Ayero spoke and offered to treat them to a meal. Both of their stomachs growled hungrily at the mere mention of food and Yakuroro grinned out of embarrassment. "I would be glad to accept." Akatetsu growled in agreement, "Gyao Gyao!"

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