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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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>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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>The woman had her eyes clasped shut, expecting to impact face first with the floor but instead she found herself in the strong arms of the bodyguard. A welcome turn of events to be sure, a shame it couldn't last forever, so once she back on her own two feet, she gives a small shy smile to her savior.

I... am fine, thank you kind sir.

>Sherry lets out the breath she was holding now that her mother was okay.

Good catch Castell, that could have been a disaster.

>But! Her mother was okay! Which means introductions could take place!

Momma, this is my body guard Castell, quite able as you can see! Castell, this is my mother, Barbara Palomino, slightly clumsy as you can see!

>Barbara let out a wary sigh as her daughter talked so casually about her near face-to-floor experience... Even it such things happened to her often.

Sherry, dear... *Ahem* Yes I can be accident prone on occasion, but I'm confident that you'll need not come to my rescue once again. Keeping my daughter safe is task enough I'm sure.


>Eye for an Eye.

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>Castell nodded at Ms Palomino, a smile crossing his face as he did so. That should look good, right? Much better than struggling against some sailors. If Sherry ever had any doubts, than this was sure to have squashed them. There was no way he was going back home.

>Tapping against the floor of the house with his shoe, Castell shifted and fidgeted as Sherry went about introductions, though he knew enough at least to bow upon being introduced to Sherry's mother.

It's an honour to meet you, Ms Palomino.

>Castell pulled back to his full height, smiling in response to her joke as he stood tall and proud.

It is a task I take to gladly, ma'am. Few in my position have the chance to travel as widely as this opportunity offers. I'm very grateful to your daughter for allowing me that.

>As much as he dearly wanted to bring it up, it would be catty and unbecoming to mention Sherry's incredible knack for trouble, and her loose coinpurse. He was above that. Mugen Monks were above all earthly temptations, of the body, of the mind, of the spirit. That was part of their creed.

Her ability at attracting thugs is excellent for my training.

>Castell was never very good at any of that.

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>Sherry turned to her body guard with a look of shocked betrayal, her mouth agape with surprise.


>She gave him an ineffectual punch to his rippling rock hard chest, her soft fist only producing a light thump for her efforts.

And I am grateful to have you work for her, initially Sherry wished to travel on her own and I feared for her safety in this turbulent times. It puts me at ease to know she'll have someone capable to watch over her.

But come, l have prepared something to eat for you both. I'm sure the trip here has made you

Thank Ilias, a homecooked meal! I couldn't keep anything down on the voyage back to Etera and now I'm just *starving*!

>Barbara walks towards the kitchen and sherry follows.

I had a room prepared for you Castell, worry not about your things. My servants shall bring them there.

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>Sherry's betrayed reaction only fueled the smile growing across Castell's face, it was nice to see her lose that unflappable exterior just a little. The fist thumped against his chest and Castell jolted slightly from the conflict, but his smile didn't abate.

>He contemplated flicking her back, but that was perhaps a little too much for the moment.

>Fortunately for Sherry's pride, Barbara managed to step in with a promise of something better than bullying her. Food.

>Castell bowed his head to the elder Palomino in thanks.

I will keep watch of her to my best abilities. But yes, I would greatly appreciate the chance to sample some Eteran cuisine. I hear it is very different to that of the East.

>And he followed along with the pair. The atmosphere was very warm, very like a home. Or what he'd been told a home was supposed to feel like. He'd had precious little experiences with it himself. Castell's hands wrung themselves as he walked, eyes cast around at the opulent decor. It was different sure, but it was nice. A very nice change of pace compared to the temple.

>He could only hope that the food would be better than home as well.

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Then I'm sure you'll be presently surprised. As all goods come and go through Ashor, so do all the many different dishes across the land. The warming pheasant stews of Velalith, the perfectly aged cheeses of Kirklier, the immaculate produce of Altissia, the locally caught bounties of the sea...

>Throwing open the doors open to the dining hall, Castell would see a table for the three of them overflowing with all the foods the lady of the house had spoke of and much much more. Towering hills of rice and seafood, grilled chunks of meat skewered and impaled into a slice of pineapple, steaming stews, countless different blocks of cheese, as in them middle of it all lay an entire cooked boar that rivalled the size of sherry's trunk of souvenir, complete with crimson red apple stuffed into it's mouth.

One doesn't need to travel far to get a taste of all the lands.

>Sherry's eye open wide and her mouth waters.

Ooooh woooow momma! You really went all out again didn't you? Bandy isn't even here to eat most of it!

I uh... my have gotten carried away. But! There will be more then enough leftovers to take with you on your travels!

>While the dancer salivates and the lady sheepishly chuckles, Castell eyes would scan the feast before him, noticing a familiar item among the lavish dishes. A plate of round balls of white dough, stacked together in a small pile and roughly the size of grapefruits, were those... steamed dumplings?

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>Now that was a meal.

>The meals at Mugen were large but inexpensive. The kind of austere food you'd expect from a temple attempting to cultivate the highest peak of martial arts. It was nutritious, healthy and bland as all get out. A varied menu didn't change that it was made for the body and not for the tongue.

>But Castell had been out, he'd travelled across the East. He'd sampled amazing dishes during his charges, hell sometimes he sneaked out of the temple to get some ramen to sample something different without having to do more exercise. He was hardly a foodie, but he liked to actually taste.

>Which is why the veritable feast in front of him tasted so strong even before he even put a single bite of it in his mouth. Castell stood agog, the smell deliciously overpowering, the sight enough to make his mouth water, and the amount enough to make him faint.

>Not that he did however, his hunger was keeping him around so he could sate it. His eyes alighted on the dumplings,and widened in surprise. She absolutely wasn't kidding about tasting all the lands, it seemed. This really was quite the hubbub of trade for something so quintessential to his homeland to have made its way over. Castell turned to Barbara in incredulity, and admiration.

While I'll confess that I was looking forward to sampling something different to what I'm used to, I can't rightly ignore the variety that you've cooked for us today. I'm both grateful, and impressed by this feast you've made for us, Ms Palomino.

>And that was all the incentive he needed to start moving forward and piling some food onto his plates, meat kebabs, some cuts of the boar, seafood and the tastes of home, Castell piled a little bit of everything onto his plate, eyes eager as he ploughed into the welcoming meal.

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>A modest amount of pride welled up onto Barbara's pale face, happy that her hard work was appreciated.

Admittedly my speciality is really botany, not cooking. But you pick up certain things when you become a mother of three very energetic daughters with hollow legs.

H-hey, dancer needs the energy!

>Sherry nervously chuckles trying to defend just how much she can put away in spite of her frame, but both of them take a seat at the table and begin to take their portions of the various foods before them.

So my dear daughter, do you have a first destination in mind for your travels?

I uh... Haven't actually thought about it... Though naturally the plan would be to keep going west and north...

>As much as she disliked the prospect, even Sherry knew that their southern neighbours would probably not appreciate her dancing.

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>Castell listened, though a fair bit of his energy and focus was going into chewing. The mountain of food that had been piled onto his plate wouldn't eat itself, after all. Despite this, his pace was slow and his manners impeccable, actually managing to chew his food properly, and not speak with his mouth full. A temple education had lead to some benefits, it seems.

>He smiled as Barbara joked, though he continued to eat as they bantered, though Castell's ears pricked at the mention of their first destination. He swallowed the cut of prawn he'd been chewing on, and dabbed at his mouth with a napkin before speaking up.

Etera is entirely new to me, so I'm very eager to see what awaits me here. I've only heard rumours and stories from my brothers and sisters, and I know how prone to exaggeration they can be.

>Castell's tone was caught, a little too restrained, but the sparkle in his eyes belied it. He was excited. He'd leaned forward, almost imperceptibly as Sherry had chatted about their wild wandering journey, and now he very well couldn't hide it, as paused in his eating to scrutinise Sherry and Barbara intensely

Is there anywhere in particular you'd like to see, ma'am?

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>With the thought that Castell was new here in mind, it because a little easier to decide where to go first.

Then the Amazonian territory should be our first destination! Though I've never been there either, I heard so many stories from my sister Brandy who did some mercenary work there!

Tall muscular warrior women, the hunts they go on... Oh! Also! The like mail for some reason...

>It was then that Barbara add in a more informative explanation.

Mars is the patron deity of the Amazonian people. Though a goddess of war they also call her The Messenger, as the vital importance of messages and information in times of war is of great cultural importance to them.

Thus, while a majority of the Amazonian people remain in their nation's boarders, there are handfuls of them across the land, operating Etera's postal service. And they're very good at what they do, we even employ them to ensure our shipments of wine get to there destination on time.

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>Amazons. Castell had seen more than his fair share of muscular warrior women in his time at the temple, though that wasn't in any service to a God. The Eteran pantheon he'd heard of was an...odd one, but he was hardly in any position to comment, as ignorant of Religion as he was.

>His face didn't change as he calmly took another bite out of some of the dumplings, but some of the wind had been knocked out of his sails somewhat at the knowledge that their second sight to see would just be some strong people, regardless of their ability to send letters.

Very well, perhaps if they are as strong as you claim, I will have less work to do protecting your life.

>Another brief jab at Sherry's expense as he continued to eat, and he thought. There was a small part of him that was interested in how these warrior women fought, and what they were capable of, but his Fighting Spirit had...dulled, somewhat over the years of his time at the temple. It was considerably less loud than the call that it was merely something he'd seen before.

>But a new world was full of surprises, perhaps this would be one for him, as well.

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>Sherry simply pouts and mumbles something under her breath before digging into her cuts of meat. Her mother continued to conversation however.

The area is mostly peaceful because of the amazons yes, but the Erymanths still populate the area as well. They're ork folk with boar-like features instead of the green skin of more widespread orks, the dense forest was their territory exclusively before the Amazonian people came in and claimed the lands for themselves long ago.

Ever since then, their has been hostilities between them and travellers can get caught up in the skirmishes...

>Barbara sighs before she takes a sip of her glass of wine.

Animosity and War have been a part of life on Etera for far too long now, that for many of us it's as normal as the rising of the sun and moon, but you see why I insisted my dear Sherry hire a body guard before she travelled yes?

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That does make sense, Ms Palomino. Were I in your position, I would want my children to be as safe as possible.

>Castell ate some more of the seafood. The local flavour was simply delectable, he'd had seafood before but it was very different here. Very fried. Aside from the food, his interest had been piqued by the addition of something new to the table. Orkfolk. He blinked in surprise while finishing off his food.

I've heard of these, there are some that congregate on the mainland near our island. They're known as Inojins, in my native language...I heard that they tend not to stick to defined territory and were more inclined to travel and to raid?

>It was second hand knowledge, but it's all he had to go on. 90% of his mainland assignments had been guard duty of some description, which lead to bandits more often than not. The fact that he was getting to see some of the boarfolk, and in their native land no less, was absolutely fascinating. Maybe they were aggressive and powerful raiders and maybe it would end up with a fight, but it'd be nice to see something so new.

>That was way more interesting than Amazons.

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"..." Using the roots of a tree as a chair, a young woman sat watching the animals roaming the woods around her. Lifting a hand up as a bird landed near her, it left it's current perch to rest on it as she gave it a smile. Turning away from the bird, she cast her gaze towards the elven city of Alterwood she was currently seated outside of.

Setting the bird atop the leafs she wore on her head, she let out a yawn before rising to her feet. Turning away from the city, she decided to head into the woods to look for supplies for dinner instead of going in. Greeting everything she passed with a silent wave, Yggdrasil started to search for mushrooms to start with. On finding a bunch of them, she started to inspect them when she heard someone nearby. "!" Ducking behind a tree, she peeked out and waited to see who was heading her way.
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>whatever it was, it moved through the canopy, not touching the ground and instead moving across the branches like a monkey.
>concealed by the shadows of the trees, there was a pair of glowing yellow eyes in the darkness. Then, as he grew closer, his form was revealed.

>a slim man, whose form was a potpourri of different animals.

>a human like body, the legs of a tiger, orange tiger colored hair, and accompanied by a green serpent; a quick glance would reveal the snake was actually his tail.
>those familiar with Castians would recognize the boy as none other than a Nue.


>he said with a sly tone, looking down from the high branch he stood on, perfectly balanced. Meanwhile his tail flicked its tongue at the girl, stoic and cold, contrasting with the monkey-like man's personality.

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>Looking up at the man from her spout, she squinted a little to examine his form. The tiger like features along with his snake tail gave her pause before she got a look at the rest of his body. Walking out from behind the tree slowly, she stopped as she bird on her head started to panic.

>Reaching up, she took it into her hand before petting it to calm it down. Gazing up at him again, she waved in greeting at the man. Casting a wary glance at the snake tail looking at her, she shook her head and held the bird close to her. It seems she thought the snake might be after her bird friend. Lifting her hand up, she motioned like she was asking why he was up in the tree instead of walking on the ground.

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Not talking huh? Are you deaf?

>he said, moving to a lounging position, now relaxing on his side, still up in the tree branch. The snake remained up right, still locked onto the girl.

Don't know if you can here this, but my friend here won't bite... Unless I tell him too.

>she said with a grin.

>looks like he didn't quite get her question, mostly due to the language barrier between the two.

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>Is she deaf? Shaking her head, she pointed at her mouth and then shook her head again. Setting the bird on her shoulder this time, she looked at the snake again with a slight frown. Pointing up at him, she pointed at the ground then up as him again.
>It seems that she wants him to come down from there.
>Folding her arms as she looked over his position from her spot on the ground, she tapped her foot on the ground and waited to see what he would do.
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>Tenzen looked at his snake, still lounging in the tree. Then, he nodded, as if the serpent spoke to him in a language only he understood.

...Oooooh, I getcha!

>turning over, Tenzen appeared to fall out of the tree, only to catch himself by grabbing the same branch who was standing on earlier. Now, with his feet just a foot or two from the ground, he was hanging by one arm.

I prefer the trees. But anyways, what's a gentle looking gal like you doing out in a place like this?

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>Watching as Tenzen seemed to communicate with his snake, she gave them a confused look. Lowering her arms back down to her sides,she quickly brought them back up when it looked like he was falling out of the tree.
>Starting to rush over, Yggdrasil stopped when he caught him self and held on to the branch. Lifting her hands up, she shook them like she was yelling at him for the stunt. At the question, she stopped before looking around.

>Spotting what she was looking for, she headed over to the roots of a tree and knelt down to pick something up. Rising backup to her feet, she held up a hand full of edible mushrooms.

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>he wasn't one of the smartest out there, but he was a survivalist at heart. As someone who lived in the forest since he was a baby, he recognized what was edible and what was poison.

I see, you're like us? You live here, don't ya?

>soon, the branch no longer able to hold his weight, broke with a audible snapping noise. The tiger legged boy landed on his two paws, still holding the branch like a staff.

>with a grin, he bowed to the tiny tree girl.
Tenzen is the name. Entertainer, survivalist, and lover.

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>Nodding enthusiastically at the question, she pointed back in the direction she came from. Turning, she took a few steps in that direction before turning to face him again.
>Looking up at the branch, her eyes widened as she heard it start to creak before snapping off of the tree,
>Rushing towards him, she would then pass Tenzen by to look up at where the branch snapped off. Lifting up her free hand, she placed it on the trunk of the tree and patted it as if she was comforting it over what hat just happened. Turning around after the introduction, she bowed before giving him a confused look. She was currently wondering what he meant by that last part.

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>setting the branch aside, the odd man crossed his arms. He frowned a bit when she was shown to care more about the tree than she did him. Not that he was in any danger, even if he didn't fall on his paws.

Sorry, did I hurt one of your friends? Family?

>he said as he gave the tree a small pat.

Eh, pay me no mind, just running my mouth is all.

>even he honestly was confused by what he said sometimes.

What about you? What's your name?

<"If you can even speak?"

>looking to his snake, hoping he could speak tree... Didn't look like it.

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>Pouting, she pointed up at where the branch snapped off then at the discarded branch. Going to pick it up, she looked up at the tree then back over to Tenzen when he patted it.
>Shaking her head at the family part, Yggdrasil looked at the branch in her hands. Walking over to a clear spot in the area, she dragged the branch along the ground as if she was writing something. Once she finished, she rushed back over and pointed at what she wrote.

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For Inojins, that's correct. They have no strong ties to a particular location and will go where they believe the spoils will be the richest. The Erymanths are nothing if not stubborn however and being driving out of their lands by the amazons is not a defeat they've been willing to accept. Thus many stay in the territory and continue to do battle with the Amazons.

>By now Barbara had finished her plate of food and was working on her second glass of wine.

The main roads into the territory should be perfectly safe however, trade continues to be unaffected by the skirmishes and I can only hope it stays that way.

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>Turf wars seemed to decide an awful lot of things in Etera. Perhaps that was just the way of things over here. The plate of seafood had been cleaned and Castell had moved onto the comforts of home as a palate cleanser, his bowl of noodles emptying as Barbara continued to explain. So far, these boars seemed a mite different than the ones at home, which by all accounts, was good news for Castell.

I concur. While I am confident in my skills, it is always ideal that conflict be avoided in the first place. With any luck,our journey should be an uneventful one, save for some sightseeing.

>And he meant that most sincerely. Frankly, the image painted of the amazons wasn't exactly interesting so far but, perhaps his mind would change when he got there. Maybe there was more than just fighting, and food. Maybe Etera would surprise him. To give as much credit as he could to the continent, it had been very consistently surprising.

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>Dinner continued one for some time, everyone enjoying their meals and the conversations had during the feast. Though eventually things started to wind down, night fell on the vineyard and it was time to turn in for the day.

>Sherry had already hurried off to her room wanting to imprint the memory of her comfy bed into her mind before the long journey. Which left Barbara to guide Castell on his bedroom for the evening. Like the rest of the manor the lady lived in it was had its share of decorations and other niceties scattered about, all items Castell had learned were part of the Palomino's long family history, made by the family, for the family. Really it was more like a museum the family lived in, though perhaps lots of rich people were like that?

Here we are, your room Castell. All your things should be inside, please let me know if there's anything else you need. Anything at all.

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>A big ass museum of rich ancestors wasn't really all that different to the temple. A lot of dead old people that did something or another that had changed things. Castell listened, but only out of politeness to his host. If it had been a tour on the important monks of the temple, he probably would have fallen asleep already.

>Fortunately, he'd been lead to his room before he had the chance to truly drop off, or betray his lack of interest. Shaking himself back to full consciousness, Castell nodded to Barbara, bowing his head low and smiling when he came back up.

Thank you very much for your hospitality, Ms Palomino. I've greatly enjoyed your kindness and warmth as a new guest. I couldn't take more advantage of your generosity, lest I begin to feel bad. I must rest off your excellent cooking as well as the journey here, so I shall bid you good night, and give my thanks.

>And so, he made his way into his room, which was exactly as she said. His meagre luggage had been neatly put away in the expansive, tastefully decorated room. Yet another far cry from the communal bed chambers he was used to. Castell cautiously stepped through it and to his pack, fishing out a breathable top for sleeping in and a pair of underwear. He was starting to find the lack of noise...eerie. The transportation had been just as cramped, and the inn at least had the noise from the tavern section but this? Deathly quiet, deathly private.

>Castell's nightly ritual was not too long. Studying his 'homework,' getting changed for bed and basic hygiene followed one after the other easily, before he got comfortable in the gigantic extravagant bed. As sleep began to take him, and he enjoyed the unfamiliar comfort, he looked forward to a restful night.

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>Though the bed was comfortable and warm, the room lavish and inviting, the silence and unfamiliarity might have made things creepy. Sounds seemed to be amplified as the generations old manor creaked and groaned as it continued to settle on it's foundation.

>Maybe it was because of Sherry talking about seeing the ghost of her great grand uncle when she as a child at dinner, but a lot of those creaks and groans sounded a lot like foot steps, and every shadow seemed to move in odd ways...

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>Castell had somehow managed to fall asleep eventually. It had taken much tossing and turning, and discomfort, but he'd managed to drift off into unconsciousness. But his sleep was not sound. The ambient noise of the very old house was enough to invade his rest, with every errant creak and shadow across the window tormenting his sleeping mind.

>One errant creak of the floorboards too many, and Castell was up, panting heavily and eyes flitting about the area. The noises...they had to be playing tricks on him...Or maybe just Sherry, if that story at dinner was anything to go by. Castell drew the covers closer to himself as he kept his eyes moving between the window and the door.

>The creaks almost seemed like they were travelling up the hallway next to his room...But they couldn't be. They had better not be. Castell's highly trained senses were on high alert, frantically searching around for any sign of what might be coming up besides the room.

>Obviously it was just so he knew better than to just charge out there and fight it. There was very little he couldn't beat, after all so he just needed to be sure that he wasn't fighting some poor manservant that came knocking! He was just being considerate to the Palominos, really!

>Castell mumbled under his breath to himself and stared at the door apprehensively. He wished he was wearing more than a pair of underclothes.

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>As he stared at the door, the creaking became louder and louder. Only when it was at it's loudest, right in front of the door to his room did it stop. Only to be replaced with more sinister omens. Such as the door handle being rapidly turned left and right, the sound making a fair bit of noise in the silence.

>This only happened for a second at most before it stopped as the handle was properly turned and the door started to swing open painfully slowly, creaking the whole time as the tension was to building to it's apex.

>The opening door revealed a figure standing in the door way, a dark silhouette with curling tendrils and two long pointed horns, or maybe ears, sticking out at the top. Castell could have also sworn he saw faintly glowing purple specs for eyes in the otherwise totally dark figure!

>It did not speak, it did not move. It only stared at Castell and stood there in the door way, menacingly.

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>The noise grew louder and louder and now Castell knew that it wasn't just his imagination, or a wayward servant as the creaking deliberately stopped in front of his room. His breath caught. He stared at the door. And as the handle started moving, a hand slapped against his mouth in a bid to suppress the cry of alarm that threatened to escape.

>He leapt out of bed, and stood ready, sweat already beginning to run down his body as the door handle continued to rattle. Castell tensed up immediately and prepared for whatever came through.

>What came through however was far different than he could imagine, the door opened and there it stood. A tall ominous figure with horns, shadowy tendrils and purple pin-pricks for eyes, and it merely hung there, glaring into him.

>Castell was very tense right now. Sleeping in such unfamiliar comfort had not managed to aid his sleep, coupled with the creaking sounds that managed to invade it. A combination of lack of sleep, and the sounds in an unfamiliar locale giving him the heebie jeebies lead the poor unfortunate man to make what could probably be called a rash decision.

>As such, he jumped forward and took a swing at the menacing figure, in full on self defence mode. Whatever this thing was, it would trouble him no longer, no matter what he had to do!

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>The shadow seemed to flicker into nonexistence as the punch passed into the space. Though rather then having disappeared, Castell could see from the corner of his eye that the creature was right next to him, it's pinprick eyes flashing envelopment intent as it tackled him!

>The force of the impact put him off balance in his compromising position and Castell and the creature both fell down to the ground. Though instead of feeling teeth, claws, and tendrils ripping into his flesh, he felt a whole lot of weighty softness om him and restful breathing. Looking up at the form now, it was clear who had intruded on him! ...though the outfit, fake rabbit ears, and the fact she looked like she was currently fast asleep only created a new mystery.

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>The punch missed, which already another terrifying weight laid upon Castell's mind. What kind of horrifying beast could just simply dodge an attack as though it were that of a child?! Castell's punch swung wide and although he could see the figure move next to him and tackling him to the ground, he had no ability to dodge it.

>Once he was knocked to the ground however, he was confronted with whether or not he would have wanted to.

>Now without the shadows obscuring the features, he saw precisely what had decided to disturb him. Castell's face flushed and his breath caught as the pleasantly soft body kept him pinned to the floor while it breathed in a tranquil way. He wasn't exactly unhappy about the situation, though typically whenever he imagined being pinned underneath a woman, she was more conscious and more enjoying herself.

>He attempted to wriggle out of her grasp, but to no avail. She had a surprising grip on her that made it hard to get up without disturbing her. And her...not insignificant weight would also require some concentrated effort to actually lift. Castell slumped back against the hardwood floor and sighed. As much as he disliked it, it might be better to just...let her stay there for now. The floor wasn't as uncomfortable as he thought it might be, and the hassle of waking her when it looked...less than good for him seemed like a minefield he was unwilling to trip.

>As Castell began the long arduous journey back towards the realm of sleep, there was just one burning question on his mind. Is this what she normally wore for pajamas?

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>The following morning.

Uuuuuhhh, yeah sorry. I should have warned you that mom has a bad habit of sleep walking... while wearing the outfits my eldest sister Liquor sends her... Soooooorry~

>Sherry could only awkwardly laugh at her body guard after seeing him in the situation he was in when she came to check on him in the morning. Now both of them were sitting in the lounge waiting for Barbara, blissfully unaware of what happened last night, to make tea.

She's been like that since I was born, no one knows why though...

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Well, I'm certainly not any closer than you to finding out.

>Castell didn't like mornings, and it showed as he groused to Sherry while they sat waiting for her mother to reappear. Miraculously he had received some measure of restful sleep, but his mood had soured somewhat after feeling like he'd made a complete idiot of himself. Nobody had seen, but he knew that Sherry knew, and more importantly, he knew. Which meant he'd never forget.

At least I know she doesn't wear that usually. That outfit was almost as shameless as...

>'Yours' managed to not escape his lips as Castell caught himself, eyes widening. He cleared his throat and tried to avert eye contact with Sherry while continuing the conversation.

Well. It takes considerable effort to change clothing while asleep. Have sleep aids not helped?

>Nailed it. This should probably distract her from the massive blunder, at least for a little.

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Oh we've tried everything we could think of! But nothing seems to work, in fact sometimes it makes it worse! One time we tried to calm her down before bed with these herb things that are all the rage now and we woke up next morning to find her riding a horse around the vineyard! It wasn't even one we owned!

>The neighbouring farm was none too amused by it either, but a few bottles of wine made them a little more forgiving.

But still... it's rare that she changes into one of those outfits my older sister sends her and wander into a guest's room.

>She hums in thought, thinking about the time her own sleep was uninterrupted by her mother wearing her own dancer outfit!

She usually only does that with people she likes....

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