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Morning Light: Thread 1: In Media Res The Foreword!jSaxman3BgCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550358[View All]

#ask/invite #canon: lost light universe #era: six hours before high noon #no but for real it's a fantasy au #era: morning light

It is a time of legends.

The world has never known more peril than it does in these halcyon days, nor has the sun above it ever shone brighter for the brave and noble souls that stand against the forces that want the mortal world for themselves.

Twenty years have passed since the greatest of Man's princes turned traitor and took up the mantle of the Lich King, sitting in his citadel of ice and bone in the far north of the world, plotting the downfall of all things good and pure in existence, and yet all his necrotic might and icy hatred has been for naught against the heroism of the cities that were once his and the arms and armies of other cities still that never trusted him, even in the days where he yet possessed a soul of his own.

It has been ten years since the disaster at Kaprika, an entire civilization vanishing overnight, sucked screaming into the realm of Chaos and leaving behind a frigid hellscape of capering demons and embittered, haggard survivors, a place where the veil between material and immaterial is treacherously thin and the unknowable things that wish to gnaw on the bones of the myriad mortal races and spit the gristle out claw feverishly at the bars of their cages, shrieking and gibbering where none can hear, but for every demon that bursts through reality like a swollen, diseased pustule, there are twenty silver-armored figures of the Seventh Legion to stamp it out, purple bolts of witchfire splashing off their armor like greasy smoke and tortured, inhuman shrieks falling on deaf ears as these few elite among Stormwind's countless defenders condemn the beast to another eternity of seeking an entrance into the materium.

It has been five years since the formation of the Orders, fraternal organizations that seek to look beyond border disputes and age-old blood feuds to protect their various homes and ensure all are ready for the next inevitable crisis, for there are always more crises, more than could ever be put into words; those named are but a few among innumerable, just as the glories and honors of these days. The orcish warriors of Orgrimmar raise a shout of joy and pride to rival any cheer of Stormwind's human sons at news of slain titanic beasts or repelled demonic incursions; the archmagi and nether-scholae of the College work tirelessly to bring new arcane wonders into the world just as eagerly as the dwarvish blacksmiths and runesmiths of Ironforge show off their newest inventions to the merchant-lords of Reeve. Every war sees new wonders created and discovered in tandem, every spat between Horde and Alliance is in spite of how well their soldiers have overcome the Fallen Son's latest plans. It is a world of contradictions and sureties, myths and mysteries.

Rejoice in what it means to know honor and glory, for these are words that mean a million things to a million beings but have never been more universally understood. Marvel at the wonders of the age, for to live here is to witness an epoch of discovery and remembrance, to see gods and science existing side by side.

It is a world where adventure can be found wherever it is sought, and where the battle must never be forsaken, no matter how dire.

It is merely a matter of time.
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>A lone figure sat in the middle of a field looking up at the sky with a smile on her face. Above her on the sky island she normally calls home rested her true body. Lifting a hand up, a bird landed on it. With a bright smile, she patted it's head gently.
>Rising up, her feet skimmed the grass as she floated above it looking around. She had decided to explore the world below the skydoms after watching people visit and leave her island for years. She had always quietly watched over things and recorded the data for a reason she had forgotten. But now she was free to explore and learn things because she wanted to.
>Stopping once she noticed that there were more birds around her, she beckoned for them to follow her. Continuing on her path, Yggdrasill watched the birds fly around her, not paying attention to if anyone was nearby.

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>looks like something was blocking the road
>...Rather in this case, someone.
>she was a minotaur, one of the many beastfolk who inhabited the area. With how tall and beefy she was, it didn't look like a normal person would be able to move her.

>thankfully, she didn't look injured and from her steady snoring, she was merely asleep, not dead.

>despite her strong and fearsome appearance, she carried a air of peace around her. With a small number of birds and butterflies gathering around her, including a small blue bird having made its nest in her mane.
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<"Well that confirms for sure she's not some Deamon of Nurgle. Though that much was apparent by the lack of horrid smell. Stupid Filth God and his ugly pockmarked fa--"
>The cleric's eyes shoot open as the mushroom woman 'spoke' to her, warning her about thoughts she had not verbally expressed.
<"At least this time it's not a nerdy Tzeentch worshipper trying to get into a endlessly looping theological debate-- STOP THINKING.
>Well she had not been banished yet, and the Lady seemed willing to hear her out regarding her goddess.

...I'll keep that in mind.

>Doing her best to shield her more self-serving motivations, she quickly beings to talk about her deity she pledged herself to.

Ahem. Erubetie is an ancient and powerful Lilithval, and goddess of the Slimes. A deity of self sufficiency, endurance, and adaptability! Both Slime and men come in all forms and ability, forever changing along with the world to survive and prosper! To worship her is to accept her guiding hand and learn to survive and adapt as the slimes do; to change when necessary, and endure when one must!

She is also a bastion against the chaos as all Lilithval are! Taking the wretched energies of the evil gods, their daemons, and their worshippers unto herself to spare us and the world at large it's harmful influence!

And, finally, the most important aspect of her of all... She is the goddess of slimes. And slimes are adorable!

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>Stopping as she heard the snoring, the knowledge seeker looked around before seeing the Minotaur asleep on the ground. Tilting her head, she wondered what kind of being this was. Floating closer, Yggdrasill peered down at her and looked at the bird in her mane.

>Landing on the ground, she decided to watch the bears and butterflies gathered around her with a smile. Sitting down, she let the birds land on her shoulders and head as she watched. Turning towards one of the bears, she lifted a hand and tried beckoning for it to come over to her.

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>the sporefolk looked over to a sizable hut at the top of a nearby hill. For the areas rudimentary appearance, there was a sense of culture around.
>from the looks of things, more and more of the small mushroom creatures from earlier were working on building the shack from the ground up.

With fungus comes slime. You and we have that in common. In more straightforward terms: Slime and spores both flourish in damp environments.

>steppling her fingers, she looked down upon Noel.

Do you have any tomes for the Grove? Tomes, scriptures, scrolls? Readings for the hungry minds of the Sporefolk.

To be a bastion against Chaos... Perhaps she stands for the same goal as the Grove: A shelter.

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I meant birds, not bears
>she didn't beckon one of the birds, but she managed to get the attention of someone else:
>it was then, the minotaurs awoke. Snapping awake, she was quick to stand up, causing all the small animals gathered around her to fly away.
>standing around 8 feet, the beastfolk was built like a monster.

>giving a stretch she yawned. Strangely, the bluebird in her mane didn't move despite the sudden awakening.


>she said, rubbing the back of her head.

...I'm hungry.

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>Watching the Minotaur awaken, she looked around as almost all the birds flew away. Gazing up at her, Yggdrasil tried going through what knowledge she had. Finding nothing on what Tesya was, she rose up to float along the grass.

♪ ♪?

>Tesya would hear what sounded like chimes as the primal beast tried getting her attention with waves.

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>the minotaur looked down upon her, before giving her the usual bombastic greeting that Tesya used.

Haha! I didn't see you there! I heard that this area is a place that bandits frequent! SO I took it upon myself to wait for them! Teach them that they can't be robbing people when I'm around!

>chuckling, the minotaur huffed

Guess I feel asleep! Glad no thieves found me while I was asleep! I would've been helpless!

>laughing over the prospect of being attacked in her sleep, Tesya waited for Yggdrasil's response.

>Tesya liked her funny hat.

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>Hearing that there were bandits around, she frowned as the leaves on her head rose up in response. She had learned about bandits and knew that them being around was never a good thing.

>Hearing her chuckle, Yggdrasil floated closer to her before going around her in a circle. Looking up at her face, she started reaching out towards it.

>Lowering her hands, she simply floated up higher to look Tesya in the eyes. Pointing at her horns then to her hooves, she seemed to be asking about them. Lowering her self back down to where she skimmed along the grass, she started going around her again.
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>Aurisa just scoffed dismissively at the thought of drinking for fun.

Why? Makes them stupid. What fun about stupid?

>fortunately for Aurisa, present company was probably too dense to take the obvious opening. or maybe just distracted, given that the gross hell-liquid they’d been sent here for was unceremoniously dumped into their laps.

>she begrudgingly rose up to her feet, that awful smell ruining her good mood even faster now that it was so much closer and more concentrated. Aurisa was always temperamental, a trait that was now only being amplified by the assault on her senses.
>so, unsurprisingly, she didn’t react to the jeers from the crowd too well. she hunched her shoulders and clenched her fists at her sides, looking just a little bit like an angry cat trying to make itself look bigger. the comparison was a lot easier considering she started hissing like an angry cat.

>as focused as she was on the booing randos, Aurisa hadn’t noticed that a smaller, more enterprising group of randos had taken it upon themselves to totally gank their shit until Ram spoke up.

>she turned around to ask just what the hell he was on about, right in time to see him hit the deck and some burly jackasses about to make off with the booze they were sent for. that sent her temper spiking hard, and her hand tightened around the grip of her knife.
>but she held herself back. some little voice in the back of her mind reminded her that she was better than the violence of her people; any other wood elf would already be wrist-deep in entrails by now, but Aurisa was a leader, royalty, a revolutionary. she was just a few minutes ago thinking about bringing her people into a new age of peace and enlightenment and not murdering people for any offense.
>and besides, most people in the outside world tended to not appreciate killing people.

>"The strong take, and the weak deal with it.”

>that word rang in Aurisa’s ears.
>getting in the way of her work, bullying her friend, stealing from them. that was one thing. that all pissed her off, but she could hold herself back and maintain her composure.
>but attacking her pride? challenging her authority? calling her weak?
>that shit absolutely WOULD NOT fly.

>suddenly Aurisa’s whole atmosphere changed. all the tension left her shoulders and her eyes turned cold and hard. she slid right past Ram and right in front of the (admittedly much larger than her) lead goon in a single fluid motion, a lot less like a person and more like a predator.

>she held her knife out in front of her, the point coming just barely short of the man’s gut.

One warning. Ours. Put down. LEAVE.

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Aha! You sing, but you don't talk much! I'm fine with that.

>Tesya said, crossing her arms and nodding. Every word she said was spoken with great, upbeat gusto, with the minotaur's boundless energy.

But, there don't seem to be any bandits now, perhaps I've scared them off, I'd be scared of me too if I was so small. I hope this decision leads them to turn their lives around!

>with that, she began to walk off, before looking down on the tree.

Come along now! I'm going to my favorite tavern for a bite to eat!

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>Putting a hand to her mouth, she gave Tesya a confused look. She had learn many languages over the years and understood those that spoke. But the concept of speaking was foreign to her.


>Smiling brightly at her claim of scaring them off, she lowered her hand from her mouth and started to clap. The birds that were around her soon landed on the branches sticking out of her head. Looking up at them, Yggdrasil's smile only grew as a flower bloomed nearby.


>She was being invited to join her on her trip? Nodding, she took one last look skyward before following Tesya. She had never gone to a tavern before, but if this one had a favorite one then it must be a good place to be.

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Ah yes, this is true.
<"But smiles are more cute, and squishy, and soft."
>Try as she might her own favour for the creatures could not be pushed into the back of her mind, so instead she sheepishly answers the question posed to her.

I have my collection of texts and a travel guide. But aside from that, I tent to pack light...

>Most of what was in her bag was food for the road and the necessities. She could scarcely afford anything else.

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>The jeering randos were cowed by the hissing elf, perhaps more out of confusion and incredulity rather than outright fear, but cowed they were nonetheless. That left Aurisa ample time to interact with the newer group that had shoved Ram to the floor.

>The head henchman that had been making off with the first barrel suddenly paused as years of sailing experience had accurately taught him when to stop short of someone shanking you. He caught his gut and sucked it slightly inward as his eyes narrowed down at Aurisa, who suddenly looked a lot more intimidating compared to the short cat-like being he'd seen only a few seconds prior out of the corner of his eye.

"You're feisty, for an elf. I thought your kind were too busy hugging trees or lounging around in fancy high towers to bother hanging around here. Feisty ain't gonna do you much good here though.

>He let out a booming chuckle which his henchmen echoed in a snicker.

"So why don't you come make me put-

>He didn't get the chance to finish. A small wiry arm had embedded its fist into the side of his face, sending him crashing to the floor and the barrel breaking on impact with the deck of the ship, spilling its precious bitter cargo all over the wood...And causing them to steam somewhat. Probably for the best that hadn't been served to the customers.

>The owner of the wiry fist was Ram, who stood over the thug and looked impassively down at him. There wasn't any indication of anger on his face save for a somewhat annoyed looking frown while he stared.

Give the other two back. Those are ours.

>The floored thug growled and pulled his way back to his feet while the lesser crew put down the barrels and followed in behind him. He cracked his knuckles and crouched low in a grappler's stance.

"Big mistake newbies. I'm gonna enjoy teaching you this lesson."

>And then he lumbered forward with purpose at a surprisingly fair speed for one of his size, using all of that momentum and body to barrel into Aurisa with the strength of a gigantic sailor. Meanwhile, Ram was left tangoing with the pair of minions, ducking and diving around their clumsy swings with wooden pieces of the broken barrel without being able to get much in the way of an offensive off.

>In short, it was total fucking chaos. The crowd was hastily starting to disperse and the proprietor had wisely gone back into his hovel. Hopefully to make some beer that wasn't borderline lethal, but more likely to stay away from the battle.

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>Not much on her, it seemed
>Amanita looked for a compromise, yet remained patient with the cleric.
>still, her expression didn't change as she spoke.

Perhaps then, we may borrow your tomes and write down the contents.

>she said, as a small number stepped next to Amanita. Each about the size of a children's doll, one of them carrying a scroll, the other carrying a quill.

We work diligently. No sense of exhaustion or boredom. Unless, of course, to copy your texts shall be considered an offense?

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>pointing her her mouth?

>Did she not speak, was that what she meant?
>...Or perhaps she was hungry too!

You'll like the Tavern! It's right next to a river, so it has some great seafood! You must be surprised by a cow eating fish, huh?

>the plant girl didn't talk, but that was fine. Tesya talked enough for two people

>flexing her left arm, she chuckled

Fish is good for the body, don't you know! I'll treat, if you need a meal too!

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>A river was near it? Then she could get some water and relax in the sun too. The sound that she made got a bit lighter as more flowers started to grow.

>She was a cow? Is this what cows on the surface were like? Watching her flex, she reached up with both hands and put them on top of her bicep. She felt strong, really strong.


>A meal? Tilting her head, she lowered her arms before shrugging.

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>Tesya could easy lift her if she wanted to.
>The minotaur was built like a brickhouse. From the heavy looking hammer on her back, she was no stranger to combat. The constant energy and optimism in her voice though didn't sound like that of a jaded warrior.

Not hungry, huh?

>she nodded

That's okay then. I'm sure you'll love the people there. Once I grappled with a raging ironfur grizzly that attacked the owner's son! Gave me a discount there. How about you? Do you have any tales of valor?

>she paused, remembering the tree couldn't talk

Haha! Right. You can write them down to me when we get to the tavern! You look like someone who is no stranger to adventure!

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>Nodding when asked if she wasn't hungry, she pointed up at the sun then to herself. Looking at her hammer, she went behind Tesya to get a better look. Floating up higher, she looked at the path ahead from over her shoulder.

>She grappled with something called an iornfur grizzly? Wondering what that is, she stopped for a moment to try and think if she's heard about it before. Shaking her head when she couldn't remember anything, Yggdrasil started following her again. Well at least her new friend was able to save someone from whatever it was.

>Tales of valor were nothing she really had but she could maybe try something. Continuing to watch the path from over her shoulder, to of the birds on her branches moved over to Tesya's horns.

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>while Aurisa didn’t necessarily want a fight, she sure wasn’t expecting these goons to back down at her order. irritated, but not surprised.

>fine, whatever. she knew the deal. these big fat stupid idiots wanted to challenge her authority, and now she had to prove her dominance to put them back in line. it’s not what she had wanted to do with her day, but if she must, she wouldn’t hesitate.
>even outside of the forests, the only truly universal language was mauling.

>she was more than ready to take the first swing, only for Ram to beat her to the (literal) punch, catching Aurisa just a little off guard.

>she knew he was strong, sure, but it was still a bit of a surprise to see him send a big burly seaman to the ground in one punch. guess that was a bird thing. they must be pretty strong to be able to grab the air hard enough to climb on it, right?
>even while distracting herself with this incredibly dumb question, Aurisa still had relatively ample time to react to the man attempting to throw himself at her.

>come on, she’d spent her whole… however many years of life tangling with beasts twice as big, twice as fast, and three times as fangorious as this chunky bastard; did he really thing that he could actually run her down?

>she could have dodged if she wanted to, and were this a fight she felt had any risk of losing, she would have. but this wasn’t necessarily a fight, it was a statement being made. the hierarchy being established. she would just have to take this head on.

>quite literally, considering her attack strategy was to just leap directly into him to latch on to the front of his shirt like some kind of horrible little monkey, then just rear back and smash her thick skull directly into his nose.

>on reflex, the man attempted to blindly grab at the squirming ball of rage hanging off his chest, only to be met with an exceptionally sharp bit of wood buried in his shoulder.
>Aurisa swung under his flailing arms, repositioning herself on the much larger man’s back like a terrible, violent little backpack. she tried to retrieve her knife, but between the sailor’s attempts to throw her off and the size difference between them, she simply couldn’t reach around his shoulder far enough to grab it.
>but that was fine. as much as Aurisa loved her knife, she didn’t really need it. after all, her God had given her a mouth full of plenty of extra knives.

>again she reared back to smash her face into whatever exposed flesh she could find, this time burying her teeth right into the point where neck met shoulder with an accompanying violent burst of red.

>blugh. this guy’s blood tasted awful. but that didn’t matter, she wasn’t here for fun, she was here to win a fight. again and again she pulled away just to send her teeth wherever there was unwounded skin all along the neck and shoulders, each time met with another spray of blood and more violent flailing and screaming from her prey; totally unbecoming of his earlier tough guy act, really.
>unsurprisingly, having little bits of your neck torn out by a raging animal takes a lot out of you, so it didn’t take long for the burly man to drop to the deck and quickly start to lose consciousness. Aurisa tumbled off but quickly scrambled back to her feet to check the damage.
>first thing’s first, she retrieved her knife from his arm and thus opening yet another wound for blood to quickly leave him. sure, she needed her knife back, but he was probably going to die at this rate. surprisingly, Aurisa didn’t want that. a fight was one thing, but she was no killer; she was better than that, better than the other elves.

>so she knelt down beside the man’s head and roughly slapped a palm on his increasingly pale forehead, exhaling slow and steady as a faint golden glow appeared around the man’s upper body. the worst of his wounds started to knit themselves shut and a slight bit of color started to return to his unconscious face.

>truth be told, Aurisa kind of half-assed the healing. most of the wounds were closed, enough to ensure that he would survive; but enough damage was left to give him a lot to think about. such as how much pain he would be in once he woke up.

>with that out of the way, she stood back up and looked back to the two-on-one her partner was stuck in. that just wouldn’t do. Aurisa picked whichever thug seemed to still be the healthiest, stared them down with a frenzied look in her eye and a face covered in blood

>and screamed and hurled herself straight at them for another round of violent apelike mauling.

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If I had something to write on I'd give it to you.

>she said,paying no mind to being used as a riding animal. The was big and strong, carrying someone or something was simple.

Would that work for you? I'd hate for you to go silent this whole time, haha!

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>Letting out a silent sigh, she wished Rose Queen was here,.She would be able to help with communication. Patting Tesya's shoulder gently, she moved to float next to her.

>Bringing her legs up, Yggdrasil looked like she was sitting on the air as they continued traveling. Thinking about it, the primal beast wondered if she can write. She did learn how to write her name down, maybe that would be good enough until she learned how to write more.

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>Perturabo was not there, he knew this. He could not be there. He was in Northrend, as he had been for some time now. Would Rogal even recognize him when they met once more? Did Perturabo recognize himself, for that matter? But the presence felt as real as anything behind him, and the words cut deeper than any blade ever had.

Perturabo... Was more than a petulant child. He was relegated, treated as lesser. By me. And there is more to what happened with Kurze than you know, Vulkan. It is not mine to tell, but it is mine to live with.

>He dared not react to the words of Perturabo in his ear. Vulkan would take it poorly. Vulkan always took suffering poorly, especially that of his family. Even the famously socially inept Dorn knew that, and knew it well.

Do you know why I chose this place, Vulkan?

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>The burly head thug had absolutely no idea the nasty bitey horror that had been awaiting him. So that's why he found himself getting chunks systematically wrung out of his neck by the mouthful of machetes that Aurisa had in place of teeth, flailing, screaming and crying out in pain and terror until blood loss took him into the realm of the unconsciousness, thankfully for him.

>The only movement he made after Aurisa healed the vast majority of the damage was a pained groan and then down he went again. He'd live. Probably.

>Ram's two on one hadn't improved, but it also hadn't really seemed to have gotten worse. Ram was managing to move around the violent storm of plank swings that he'd been assaulted with but he still wasn't fighting back. This was because right now, he was embroiled in the eternal great shame of any strong man.

>How upset his mother would be that he'd gotten in a fight.

>She'd always told him that he weren't allowed to rough-house with the other boys around the village in case he hurt somebody, not an unfair accusation given that underneath the odd looking clothing was a body forged from years upon years of tending to farm land. Lifting, ploughing, mucking out, it had all forged Ramiel's body into an ungodly force of muscle that could practically punch holes in wood, as he'd demonstrated on his landing.

>Which meant that while he was attempting to not get hurt by the thugs he was still wondering whether it would be okay to hit them now and how much trouble he was in for clocking that first guy, even if he was being a bully. Thankfully for Ram's thought processes, his companion had seen fit to resolve the matter for him.

>In a flash, one of the thugs was being clawed, bitten and mauled by the little ball of elfy violence while his cohort stared agog, the unfortunate victim staggering around like the giver of the world's worst piggyback ride. Fortunately the second thug was at least smart enough to realise when to fold his cards as he dropped his plank of wood and staggered away from the scene of the crime in a panicked rush, knocking over another one of the kegs in the process.

>The remaining victim fell like a tree in a wood with nobody around to hear it, which meant that the answer to the age old question was finally discovered. And the sound went something like "AAUUUUGGHHHHHHH"

>All the same, he had collapsed from the multiple stab and bite wounds, same as the burly sailor had before. The remains of the carnage were one heavily injured thug, one unconscious sailor, two broken kegs and a somewhat battered looking Ramiel.

>Go team.

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>They wished to make copies of her texts! No one ever wanted to do that!

Oh no! Copying my texts is completely fine! Make as many as you'd like!

>Noel fished the texts out of her pack, well more a loose collection of papers with countless different authors, but was most certainly religious texts. But she handed them over with glee.

Copies are really the only way this text has survived, even then it's far from complete... Though one day I hope to find one of the original books that contains everything!

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>Soon, the next stop was in sight. A small town that the minotaur frequently visited, as a matter of fact, she practically considered it her home away from home.

Haha! Here we are! They're nice here, don't worry.

>as the pair would enter the town, there were a few traits noticeable at a first glance.

>for one, the small village looked like it had seen better days. Dirt roads, rural houses, the townsfolk themselves clad in old looking clothing.
>a village stricken by poverty?

>Tesya waved to the occasional villager, standing out as the only minotaur in town, and one of the frequently visiting outsiders.

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>Lowering herself down, her shoe less feet touched the dirt road before she knelt down and placed a hand on it. Scooping some up into her hand, she rose back up and stared at it as if asking the dirt a question.
>Dropping the dirt back down onto the road, she looked around at the townsfolk. Waving at those they passed, she would give them a smile.Taking in a deep breath, she let it out before floating up so that she was almost even height with Tesya.

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>In all honesty, the mushroom was expecting a tome or scrolls. But, who was she to judge what her texts came in; after all, even her own teachings started as scribbles on a wall.

>taking the texts, Amanita passed the papers on to the small mushroom creatures, who started to carry it off.They certainly looked like hard workers, especially for fungus.

>now, motioning her arm across the Grove, Amanita nodded

Very well. You are welcomed in the Grove, even after our business is finished. We suppose we are done here, no? Unless you have desires to join the collected mind?

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Here we are.

>Tesya said, standing in front of the tavern she always visited. The doorway was far too low that the minotaur would have to duck in order to enter; from the broken bits of wood on the top of the doorframe, it's all likely that she's hit her head a few times.

A lot of them seem tough, but don't worry, they're nice.

>with that, the minotaur pushed the door open, making sure to duck to not hit her head. and greeted the people on the inside; a few barflies, as well as an adventurer here and there, who all looked to the pair entering the bar.

Greetings, patrons! I made another friend today!

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>Looking at the door, then at Tesya's horns and height, she wondered if she could get through the door. Blinking as she was told about the customers of the bar, she nodded and committed it to memory.


>Following her into the bar, Yggdrasil watched as she just ducked and walked through the door. Floating up next to her, she simply waved a hand.


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>A beautiful coastal country with sandy beaches, pleasant plains and only the occasional rolling hill. The patchwork of farm and grassland, the seaside and the seafood to die for had made it a wonderful tourist destination which suited the Ashoran government just fine. What suited them even finer was the thriving ports that made up a fair chunk of the coastline, which coupled with the flat terrain that Ashor boasted of, made it a hub for trade and goods trafficking.

>Transported quickly via ship from one side of the continent to the other, or across the landmass itself in long caravans, Ashor's trading network served any and all willing to pay for their products, after all, no true businessman would discriminate the coin given to him, would they? To the unkind, Ashoran merchants were everything from greedy to unprincipled to heretics, but what man doesn't want to provide for his family, or simply himself? And if a few of the demons got something out of it, well, that just meant they both profitted from the interaction and that was all anybody could hope for in this crazy world.

>Be it the church, or the demons in the west, all coin, all currency accepted. Ashor remained a watcher in the grand war between the champions of the Gods and the fiends of pandemonium. But just 'cause you were watching, it didn't mean that you weren't allowed to convince your fellow watchers to have a little wager, eh?

>Haar was the capital of Ashor, and it was as bustling as ever. The seagulls cried out among the cacophony of sailors shouting, boats creaking and citizens babbling as Port Kaeryn received the Greatshield. Making its triumphant return from a round trip to the far east, the boat had finally docked, anchors dropped and if her captain had anything to say about it, she wouldn't be leaving any time soon.

>The returning holidaymakers and otherwise however, were simply happy to return home. Disembarking in a quasi-orderly fashion, people made their way across the plank, down onto the cobbles of the pier and back into the town.

>Perfect for setting up the stage for a dancer to come home, and a newly minted bodyguard to see a world he'd never quite seen before.

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>It was indeed the perfect stage, but a shame that the performer in question was feeling... a little under the weather.

Uuuuuugh, finally we can get off of this...--huuurk! d-damnable ship!

>Sherry tried to walk down the gangway as quickly as she could without bowling anyone in her path over, desperate to get so solid land after enduring the nightmare that was the endlessly rolling seas. Sherry may be in her element when she was flowing like water on the stage, but it seemed that she didn't fair well when the ground danced under her feet.

But.... it was worth it... I got my bodyguard and now... uuuuuugh, now I can sit down until my stomach settles down.

>Fortunately she had been wise enough to drag a huge chest on wheels behind her, packed with her luggage and also full of souvenirs she insisted on taking back with her just before they left. It heavy duty wooden frame served as a good seat for her as any and she plopped right down on it.

My only wish, aside from being debt free, is to one day see a day where we can travel the world without the use of ships...
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>For once, Castell was not bewitched by the body of his charge, and unlike her, he was not feeling sea-sick. He'd travelled on skiffs before from the island he lived on, but never quite as far as here. This was...Etera, he was told. And so far, he was impressed. Following after Sherry slowly, he took in the noises, the sights and the sounds.

>It felt so different compared to the markets of home. A different kind of noise, of bustle. That of a port and not a small collection of jetties and rafts. It had him starstruck as his shoes hit the solid paving of the pier and he slowly stepped behind her luggage.


>Castell beheld the city of Haar, towering above the port and the distant rabble of wagons and people hushed by the distance. The crowd moved around him as he came to a stop next to Sherry, taking just a few moments more to gawk...And then attending to his charge. He cautiously stepped past the large chest she was carrying and turned to face his Employer by any other name.

I believe we'll have to vacate the walkway soon ma'am. They'll be loading the next shipment.

>Back into professional mode, though his furtive glances at the city were hard to ignore, standing out like a sore thumb between his attempts to keep eye contact with Sherry. Still, he made a respectable attempt to seem like he was talking for Sherry's own interest and not his own in taking in the city.

...If we set off now, we can find somewhere to sit down more comfortably and get our bearings. Perhaps with f-a drink?

>Castell fumbled slightly, but he was no fool. Food right now would most definitely not help Sherry's...currently delicate stomach, and perhaps the lure of something strong to try and get her land legs back would attract her from sprawling on her suitcase until she was ready.

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>Thankfully Castell managed to catch himself before the saying the f-word in front of Sherry and saved them both the spectacle of her projectile vomiting into the crowd of passersby. A drink though, she could most certainly do.

Yes... that would be a good idea. Perhaps I can get one with a splash ginger extract to help me recover.

>Though Sherry did seem to be doing better now that she was on solid land. Not well enough to be her chipper self, but getting there slowly. She had enough energy to hop off her crest start wheeling it behind her at least, so off they went, towards the city proper.

Where should we go first I wonder... Hmmmm I wonder if the market got any new stock while I was away...

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>At the very least, some of her colour appeared to be coming back into her face, which was a good start for the pair of them to move away from the port and into the current object of his fascination.

You would have far better knowledge than that compared to me. I'll be at the mercy of your directions while we're here for a good while yet. It's good that you paid for a bodyguard, rather than a guide.

>A wry smile crossed Castell's face as he leaned down to offer Sherry a helping hand back onto her feet, and so he could also get started on carrying her suitcase.

You seemed excited to show me around, when you were between the bathroom and the side of the boat.

>Another quick poke between her mental defences should be more than enough to get Sherry up and ready to face the day, or at least ready to face him. Besides, Castell was going to milk all the time he had poking fun at her while she wasn't abusing the body that the gods had given her to render him speechless and unable to meet her gaze.

>He had no idea when the time would pass, after all.

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>Sherry puffed up her cheeks at Castell poking fun of her seasickness.

Frankly just thinking about being on land kept me sane... w-wha? Was that a joke at my expense!?

>She gives her a playful nudge on the shoulder, feeling a little indigent by the remark but not actually upset with him.

Bully. Well I first stop them is to--

Lady Sherry!

>Sherry stopped mid-sentence when she heard someone calling to her and turns to face the source. She saw a brawny older man next to a horse drawn wagon waving her down, someone she knew as one of the workers from her home.

Is that's one of the workers from the vineyard... It is!

>Before she could assume he was here to unload a shipment of wine onto a ship, the worker had come to her and greeted her.

Good good, I managed to catch you before you ran off into town! Lady Barbara sent me to retrieve you and your travelling companion!

Mom sent you here to get me...? Already? But I haven't even gotten a chance to show Castell around yet!

Well if my boss hadn't told me to get you right away, I'd let you go on your way and meet me once you're all finished up... though I suppose your mother wouldn't be wrong to guess your first stop was to the market, right?

>Sherry flinched as her plan to go on yet another shopping spree was quickly found out. That said it wasn't a wholly selfish plan either, Castell could have found some sort of trinket too that maybe he'd want to keep as a memento of the trip!

...N-no! No it wasn't, that was the second! stop! First stop was to find something for my stomach!

>The worker let out a loud hardy laugh at her response, before he untied a bottle from his pouch and handed it to Sherry.

You haven't changed a bit have you? Still have a heart of gold but still the bane of misers everywhere! Luckily I saved you the trip, I brought you a bottle of tonic that'll get ride of that seasickness right quick.

>Hearing that, Sherry uncorked the bottle, put her lips to the bottle, pointed the bottom skywards, and drinking as it she hadn't had a drop of water in days. With the dancer chugging the miracle cure down with zeal, the worker turns his attention to the body guard that accompanied her.

And you must be the Castell fellow Lady Sherry spoke of? Yeah, you fit the type well. Pleasure to meet you! I'm a worker on a Vineward owned by Lady Sherry's mother...

>He quickly glances at back to Sherry before saying something to Castell in a hushed tone.

..We should get your thinks onto the wagon quickly, before the Lady decides to spend most of your travelling fees before you even leave Haar.

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>He was nudged, but Castell was pleased at least. Sherry seemed to be perking up slightly which was good news for the both of them. With any luck she'd be off her sea-sickness in no time. Not that Castell had much time to contemplate this when they were interrupted by the sound of someone calling out to his charge.

>An older man, broad with muscle had come over to the pair of them and Sherry's luggage. Castell stiffened slightly but didn't move, eyes following the new arrival like a hawk. Though his caution seemed to be unfounded as the man had come...At the behest of Sherry's mother?

>His eyes widened in shock as his mind raced. Considering how Sherry looked...then the person who she was related to...? Castell shook the lustful cobwebs away from his mind, just in time to see that Sherry was desperately trying to pretend that she wasn't a few moments away from emptying the entirety of her coffers in the markets of her hometown on the tour.

>He was directly addressed soon, and Castell nodded upon being appraised. He'd never have guessed that Sherry came from money, though frankly, perhaps her spending habits should have clued in that she had the luxury to spend.

...That's probably wise, sir.

>While Castell was a little put out to not receive a tour quite just yet of the delights of Haar, getting to see Sherry's home and family could be interesting all on its own, and its not like they couldn't go back to the markets, right? So he took the man for his advice and moved over to hoist their luggage over his shoulder with a minimum amount of effort. Aiming a wry smile at the worker, he moved over to start packing it into the cart while Sherry was draining the bottle of tonic as though it were a flagon of ale.

>...Hm. Maybe that was more true than he thought too, if they owned a vineyard.

>Either way, he was ready and waiting to see what awaited them at Palomino House. Be it wine, alluring older women or simply a bed more comfortable than the deck of a ship.

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>The worker watched Castell haul the luggage about with little effort, nodding to himself as he watched it get loaded into the wagon.
And there's why she picked him. Like mother, like daughter.
>He coughs a bit, more to cover his comment then anything else but regardless, the managed to accomplish what they wanted to do before Sherry was done her tonic, of which the effects seemed immediate.

Phaaaaaw~! There we go, I feel like myself again! ...huh?

>Sherry looks over to Castell and the worker who was finishing securing their luggage in the wagon. Well there was clearly no objecting at this point, so she walks over to the cart and

Are we going to at least going to go through the city to he can see it?

Of course! I wouldn't rob a newcomer of at least a passing view of the city up close!

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>Fortunately for the aging worker, Castell managed to miss his comment. He was too busy hefting the luggage about to take much notice of anything that anyone said. It was only after he'd finished it, and he'd turned back to the group that he noticed that Sherry had not only finished her dubiously named 'tonic' but seemed a bit more herself.

>More importantly though, they were getting a good view of Haar, and that was enough to draw a more honest smile to Castell's face.

I'm sure it won't disappoint.

>A coy comment that just about hid his curiosity and interest as he clambered into the wagon and nestled closely against the side window, making sure that he had a good view out of the side that he'd chosen and ready to see the wonders of Etera.

>He'd heard tell of course. He was hardly Mugen's first export and he wouldn't be the last, whispers from upperclassmen heard in hallways as he wandered from class to class of the amazing things on the continent. Completely different food, completely different sights and sounds and if the rumours were true, very different women. So far, Sherry had yet to dispell the stereotype that foreign women were 'exotic.'

>That might be more something to do with Sherry in particular than Eteran women, but regardless, Castell was ready for a wonderful sight. At least one more interesting than his home.

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>Climbing into the wagon with her body guard, Sherry nodes excitedly as the worker begins to drive out of the harbour and into the city proper.
>Sherry could hardly stay in her seat as the moved back and forth showing Castlle all the wonderful things about the city she grew up in.

Oh! oh! And this is the market district! Much of what the ships bring in from other lands ends up here! I use to come here all the time when I was a child, just to see what strange and wonder things people would sell in their stalls and shops.

>As she said, the countless stalls were fall of items both familiar and odd. Merchants hawking all kinds of wares out to passersby with a zeal Castell hadn't seen before.

Pots from the world over! Hand made and rich with history! Both mundane and magical!

Potions, tonics, and ingredients! Giant's toe jam, illusion toad eyes, powered minotaur horns! All at fair prices

Natural male enhancement! Only the finest raging mushrooms and iron oysters! Impress your wife, make other mean jealous!

>the sights were only complimented by the scents of fresh foods from ever corner of the known world. Mouth watering meats, exotic spices, and freshly harvested fruits, it was a buffet for the eyes as much as for the mouth.

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>Castell had experienced markets before, but he had hardly experienced a market quite like Haar's. A market that thrummed with intensity and heaved with people, a huge variety of people in such a large number compared to the temple island that it was hard to even compare the two. As Sherry nattered on about her memories of the place, Castell's face was practically pressed up against the glass as he examined the hawkers and their wares.

>All kinds were sold the world over, huh? It wasn't all that different to home, though the aggression with which they sold was new to him.

I must confess, it is very different to the markets back home.

>Maybe this was that Eteran exuberance he'd heard so much about? Even so, he turned back to Sherry from his position and continued on.

I imagine that you must be used to mercantilism if your family runs a...vineyard? That was what you mentioned before, correct?

>That raised a number of odd questions of its own. If Sherry's family was rich enough to hire workers and have this modest carriage come to collect them, then he had to wonder. Why precisely did she need to pay off her student loans through her travelling? Was she not rich enough to just pay it off flat out? Was something amiss?

>He would no doubt find out once he got to the Palomino Vineyard. Hopefully it wasn't what he feared was the reason.

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>Sherry plopped back into her seat as she sheepishly laughed to herself. She knew it was inevitable once Castell learned she came from money.

Well... sort of? I never actually had a hand in running the business myself. My mother is really the only one who's in the business of making wine and managing the vineyard. My older sisters both have their own ways of making money, one's a mercenary and the other sells fashionable clothes instead of spirits.

I think was kids we all decided we wanted to earn our keep in the world, even if we knew we could all easily live off the money from the vineyard.

>Then there was Sherry herself, the Shopaholic, the one in debt. It would be a rough start for her but she knew that eventually she'd get a handle on this money thing and become successful in her own right! ...eventually.

It took a long time to actually find a career for myself, but I put myself through the dancer's collage! Technically anyway. I can't have my mother take care of me all my life so that's why I decided to become a dancer and travel the world!

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>Well, that was understandable. Commendable, even. Castell leaned back in the carriage chair and thought, looking up at the ceiling. For something of a scatterbrained airhead, she'd clearly thought more about herself then just wanting to coast with the family business. A frown crossed his face as he continued thinking.

>He didn't like that the realisation that Sherry had more agency than he did made him irritated.

...Very true, everyone must leave the nest eventually, or so I'm told.

>He put his hands together pensively as he looked out the window once more, taking another look at the Haar scenery while his mind wandered. It couldn't even wander over the more pleasant nuggets of information, such as the fact that Sherry had two older sisters. It just ran over the same tired old thoughts he'd been having for the last 4 years.

>Frankly, he was sick of them.

>Putting on a smile, he craned his head over to look back at Sherry.

What made you decide on dancing? It's a very...interesting career choice for a lady of a well to do family.

>Admittedly, his interactions with Sherry thus far had given him at least five very good reasons why she should be dancing the way she was but...Well, for someone who was essentially a noble, it seemed strange. The carriage ride shouldn't be long now, but maybe he could get a little of this at the moment.

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Well, I had tried other things but wasn't very good at them to be honest... Cooking, alchemy, mining, fishing, carpentry, masonry, I even tried book keeping! I uh... figured out rather quickly I was clumsy when doing manual work.

>At first things would go well but then eventually she'd end up in having a career ending accident that ended up with her in a spectacularly compromising position. Though she didn't mention that to Castell as reliving the events of being covered in whipped cream, her clothing getting vaporised, or having an eel slip down her top were not moments she wanted to recount to him in detail.

Dancing had always been an interest of mine, but I never considered it a career choice until I found myself in front of the collage.

>As if on cue, she looks out the window just as they were passing the outskirts of the city, given them a perfect view of the place that was her salvation. A beautiful building decorated in red and gold banners with roses growing on nearly every surface. A statue stood in front of the building dedicated to it's very-sure-of-herself looking founder.

The Claudia Augustine College of Performance Arts Excellence. I meet the Head master in the rose garden and she took one look at me and said "Yes I can see it! That talent that rests within your bosom, your very soul! Umu! I will help you awaken your talent and turn you into a shining star on the stages of the world!"

Too her credit, she did exactly that. Her and her staff were amazing teachers and well, the rest is history.

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>Ah, there was a school for this sort of thing. That made sense.

>Once again, Castell pressed up to take a better look at the large illustrious building, and the flattering looking statue of the woman who found it. An entire class of dancers like Sherry probably milled about in those halls. The others at the temple would probably explode if they found out. To Castell's credit, he managed to keep himself from exploding while Sherry continued to explain.

>Again, while it sounded like she'd had a fair rough time of it...He found himself oddly jealous. She'd tried so much, and even if she wasn't very good at it, she'd had the experience of trying them. Of seeing more than what she'd been born with. Not only had she managed to find her calling, but she'd even gone as far as to leave what would have been a free and easy life as part of the family business for the sake of pursuing her dream.

>Admittedly to her financial detriment, but part of that was her fault and not her dream.

>He leaned back in his seat and turned over to Sherry, eyes away from the college for now.

Sounds very similar to Mugen, though you're learning something very different to us. I can't imagine trying to learn something so physically strenuous while also attempting to please an audience.

>He spoke pensively, keeping his voices of doubt to himself while silently hoping that the coach ride would end. It felt a lot more cramped in here than he would like with the thoughts he was having.

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Well I'd say it easier then you'd imagine but I suspect you'd say the same thing about being in the middle of a brawl where the situation reversed.

>Then again, maybe a roll reversal wouldn't be so bad. Sherry could try one some of the fancy looking monk robes and she could see Castell dance up on stage in something skim--

>Just as her mind was about to wander, the coach came to a halt and the voice of the worker spoke from the outside.

We've arrived Lady Sherry!

>With an excited gasp, Sherry leaps up of the coach and takes in the familiar sight of home. The Palomino Vineyard, with it's rolling hills marked with countless rows of grapes, the estate they stood before a collection of buildings that must have been build ages in the past, uses for work and lived in by the workers on the property. The weathered look of the stonework made it was that this vineyard had existed for a very long time.

Ah! It's good to be back home!

>Home, of course was actually the more modern looking manor that stood off a little ways from the rest of the older buildings. Three stories tall and covering neatly as much space as the other buildings did on it's own. If it wasn't clear before, it was now that Sherry most certainly came from money.

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>And the coach stopped, announced by the driver. Castell peered out the window to see...Something that seemed so excessive for one family.

>A gigantic estate, filled to the brim with trees, and workers. As Castell pulled himself out of the coach and looked upon what Sherry called home, it felt ludicrous. That anybody could have this much, just to their family. He scarcely had his own personal belongings, never mind any space. And yet Sherry had nothing but. They even had entirely separate dwellings for the workers of their trade, and one for her and her family to sleep in.

>It was mind boggling to him. He'd never seen such opulence, even with the travelling he'd done. All Castell could do was stare open mouthed as Sherry took in her home.

...So big...

>He commented, intelligently. Still so struck by it, he scarcely even noticed as he kept wandering forward...And bumped into the back of Sherry, jarring him from his reverie.

Oh-! Pardon me, Ma'am.

Your home is...very different to what I am used to. Especially so now that I've seen your home. Is all of it yours?

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>The dancer nods excitedly, excitedly thinking about showing him around her home, maybe getting him to try some wine too!

Uh huh! This vineyard has been here for generations and I've lived here all my life! The manor was build by us and the business has been in the family since then!

>Almost excited enough to bounce in place, Sherry takes her body guard's hands and guides him towards the huge home.

You just have to meet my mother! I'm sure she'll be more then happy to have you as a guest!

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>Castell finds himself being pulled through the giant heavy oaken double doors of the Palomino manor and into a massive foyer. From the entry way he could see the ceiling high above him, a massive spiral of stairs snaking around the walls the cylindrical room. Portraits, statues, and all manner of decor filled the room.

Mommaaaaaaaaa! I'm home~!

>As Sherry's voice echoed up and down the massive room, the sound of heels on hardwood stairs could be heard.

>*Clack clack clack.*

Ah, my dear daughter you have returned...

>A woman in a fancy dress glides down the stairs with the grace befitting a lady of high standing, talking in a low smooth voice. Her gaze shifts towards her child's body guard who'd been now dragged towards the base of the stairs to meet the woman of the house.

>*Clack clack clack*

And you must be the body guard, a pleasure to mee--

>*Clack, clack, trip!*

>And as if all that grace was thrown out the window, Sherry's mother fails her arms as she stumbles down a few more steps trying to regain her balance. Only to over compensate and end up flinging herself into the air, soaring spectacularly toward the two people under her.


Not again!

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>If Castell had thought the outside was opulent, he hadn't even begun to scratch the surface.

>The decoration was immense, it was absolutely mind blowing in a way that simply looking at it from the outside didn't give. The temple had its more glamorous spots, but they didn't even compare. This was what money could buy it seemed. A low whistle escaped his mouth. Castell couldn't say it looked tasteless or gaudy even, it was decorated as well as it could be with so many things in it.

>But it very clearly showed their wealth. And ooh boy did they have a lot.

>The clacking of heels, however caught his attention.

>Moving down the spiral staircase with considerable ease was...a woman. And judging from Sherry's reaction, this was Mrs Palomino. Upon a single glance, Castell immediately realised that yes, this was in fact where Sherry got her looks from. The matriarch of the house was just as strikingly attractive as her daughter, though more conservative. Graceful, modest even. It struck quite a hefty contrast against Sherry.

>She spoke, the voice echoing through the foyer of the house, and she even sounded completely different to Sherry. Castell stood on attention, and as she began to address him-

>He noticed the missed click of a shoe not finding the right purchase.

>As Mrs Palomino came barreling over the stairs and towards them, he acted with the speed and grace expected of a Mugen monk. Dropping his carried luggage in but an instant and leaping high into the air to catch the falling noble, who fell into his arms with ease. She seemed slightly heavier than Sherry, not that he would ever mention it, but that could probably be put down to her simply wearing more...

>Having caught the fallen noble in mid air, Castell gently tapped down against the floor once again, the only sound being the tap of his boots against the wooden floor. Castell exhaled, before turning to the woman in his arms and nodding his head, before crouching to the floor and allowing her to stand up on her own power again, freeing her of his arms.

I apologise for manhandling you as such ma'am, but I believe it's better than the alternative. Are you all right?

>He gave her a once over as she stood, free of his grip. The dress didn't exactly look good for movement so maybe that was why she'd tripped. Maybe there were other things on her person which caused the unbalance? He had noticed the weight...

>Not that he'd complained at all. In the few moments where he'd been holding her, he'd felt the more pleasant effects of what age and a healthy diet could do to a woman's body. It was almost enough to make him want to do it again.

>But it just wouldn't do in front of his charge, after all.

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