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[The Fool]

Well, I suppose it could have been worse. Breaking my neck would've been faster than swimming for such a long distance. No sense in worrying about it now. Still, whose sick joke was it to catapult someone across the sea? Whatever! I'm swimming to shore. I can complain when I'm not dead.

[Lillipad]

"It's perfectly legal to pay to get someone out of jail. It's just slightly less an act of good when the person in question murdered you three times and destroyed most of a market in a tantrum. Besides, this isn't optional. She understands very little about anything in particular, but we need her. We might be fighting paladin impersonators, possibly even dark knights. She can damage a fairly large area incredibly in a short amount of time, so we can't risk not having her where we're going."
"Do note that I feel disgusted with myself for being in need of such a person as her."

[Weirdsound]

"It might be the booze talking but I think that is a GREAT idea! Nothing like fighting Paladin's alongside an unstable, monsterous, and psychotic bitch! I'm sure it will make a *hic* great song!"

Donitz smiles widely, tips the bartender, and leaves with Griph.

[Skyrunner]

((...Assuming Griph's action is to bail Lylis...))

Griph went straight to the mayor's office, and asked for an audience. The secretary let him and Donitz in after some thirty minutes. The mayor of the city, a young man in his early thirties, greeted Griph cordially.

So, you were here to ...?
"Request the services of a certain prisoner incarcerated with me."
Ah, you are talking about Lylis? Well ... He sifted through some papers.
She's in jail for some quite serious offences. For example, trying and almost succeeding in killing you.
I forgive her on that.
...Really. Fine then, the other charges are magic attack and harm of innocents. Her young age helps with that ... If I am correct, the laws forbid long-term imprisonment of children under the age of fourteen. Instead, she should repent for her deeds via 'community service'. I, as the mayor, believe digging out the wrongs of the paladins even though it is not wartime, nay, because it is not wartime is a good service for the community. I hope you agree? The mayor raised an eyebrow. Griph nodded in silent consent.
Fine, then. He dashed out a note of pardon and the corresponding sentance.
Go and get this signed by a judge. Don't. I repeat, do not go get it approved by a paladin. You, me, and a couple of other civilians will find themselves mysteriously parted from life sooner or later if you do that. I like life right now as it is, thank you, and I hope you do too. Go, then!

As Griph and Donitz left, the mayor shook his head and muttered, Good thing the jails are still under the rightful control of the city's guard...


Zario swam and swam and swam. The shore was so far; he was mostly exhausted when he finally dragged himself out of the water onto the beach. The beach sparkled in the bright sun. Heat radiated from the sand. He wrestled out the potion of stamina he had and drowned it in one shot. He felt vitality returning to his spent muscles, and struggled to his feet. He staggered his way to an open gate of the stockade. A wooden sign hailed, WELCOME TO KELLA BASE CAMP!.

He could see a large babble of travelers, adventurers, merchants and other miscellaneous people. A number of tents served as the official stores, and the omnipresent merchant's mats were everywhere.

[Lillipad]

>Seek out a judge. If a paladin is spotted, sneak around.

[Weirdsound]

Donitz turns to Griph as they leave the mayor's office. "You know... The Paladin's probably already have it in for you. I'm clean as a whistle however. Nobody suspects the adorable and harmless bard. Perhaps it is best that we limit face to face meeting until we have this mess sorted out. I got a few craaaazy ideas on how to get to the bottom of this mess. I'll send a messenger if I need you. If you require my services, just leave a note with the bartender in that tavern."

[Lillipad]

"You've obviously never met a paladin. Graduating from the same school as me marks you as a suspect in their eyes. And we'll need a more discreet method of communication. The bartender will die if I so much as pay him for a drink."

[Weirdsound]

"Well don't tell him where you graduated then!" Donitz shrugs, exasperated. "I wont."

The bard offhandidly gestures to an alleyway. "I'll hide notes for you in there. You can do the same if you wish. I trust you to figure out how to get in touch."

[Skyrunner]

Donitz asked a few questions, sauntering around, and made his way to the judge's house. He knocked twice, and was let in.

Good morning, young man! What use do you have for such a man like I?
"Oh, just a little thing to sign..."
Queer. I thought the paladins imposed a emergency state-
"Its fine, its fine, just approve this for me? It's not faked or something, from the mayor himself! Plus, you get to save a cute little girl from the clutches of the abide-the-law-by-the-letter paladins!"
Oh, well, then ...

The judge whipped out a pen and approved the paper.

Now then ...

As Donitz left, a shattering sound was heard upstairs. The judge rushed to the source, while Donitz stood at the door and listened. A male voice was speaking, not one of a judge, then a flit sound was heard, followed by a splot-esque sound. Donitz, frightened, rushed out the door and headed to the alley of meeting.

[The Fool]

Zario walked to the camp exhausted. His legs felt like lead weights bearing down on him with each movement. He'd want to set up camp as soon as possible, but he needed to know where he was exactly. He looked for the nearest traveler and gazed at them with tired eyes and spoke to them with labored speech. "I don't suppose you know where I can find the Maize ruins. I'm an archeologist that wants to study the runs." Hopefully he was actually close enough now to not be mocked. He wasn't in the mood for another fight.

[Skyrunner]

The traveler looked at Zario sideways. "Did you swim across the sea or something?" He chuckled at his own joke. "The Maize Plains are right there, in front of us!" He waved at the sea of grass outside of the blockade. "The ruins, on the other hand, are an enigma. The entrance changes every couple of weeks! They always connect to the same place though ..." The traveler was lost in some thought for a moment. "Why do you seek them?"



Eosri opened his eyes.

He could hear the sound of the ocean. The ebb and flow of waves . . .
But he was not near the ocean in any way. The adobe roof of his small house was in the desert of Ronga Desert. It seemed the great sea of sand was in the middle of a storm. Getting up, he remembered he had a deed to do : go a-spying to the human lands. One person was chosen every couple of years for that great honor, and this year he was the candidate. Because the Memorial Tower's influence only reached out to the Ronga Desert, he only could use his own skill in the human lands. Right now, the collective experience, skill, and know-how of the entire town could be accessed and used as if it were his own.

Prepare for the journey, then take an eagle and ride out.

The distinct thought-voice of the town leader echoed in his mind.
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Usable skills include all sorts of magic and crafting.

[Weirdsound]

Donitz carefully hides the pardon letter in the alleyway, so that Griph may retrive the girl from jail at his own leasure, and then returns to the tavern. He asks around, trying to figure out where the city guard spends there spare time. If he is to make an ennemy of the Paladins, he may as well find some allies first.

[Lillipad]

>Check the alley.

[Shoruke]

Eosri opens his door to see how bad the storm is and, weather allowing, goes to see the equipment merchants about getting some gear before heading out on his mission.

[Skyrunner]

Donitz wandered around, asking questions. He eventually found his way to the city school. In the front yard of said school, many of the guards lurked in their off-guard, but still on-duty time. They either trained, or loitered around on the pretense of training.


Griph retrieved the precious letter of pardon, and pocketed it. He headed towards the city jail and showed the letter to the warden. Five minutes later, a familiar girl by the name of Lylis was lead into the lobby with the ward. Hey...meanie.
I see your enthusiasm at meeting each other, said the guard dryly. Now go do what you are supposed to do. I bid you farewell. He returned to his book and his round pastry.

Eosri opens his door to see how bad the storm is and, weather allowing, goes to see the equipment merchants about getting some gear before heading out on his mission.

Eosri checked the storm: as usual, the protective magic of the Memorial Tower blocked the blunt of it. The swirl of sand around the buildings of Philia would perhaps be hard for a human, but not an elf. He exited his house and walked towards the forges.

A three minute walk later, he was able to meet Mellis, the woman who was the most skilled at smithing. With blond hair braided into two strands, she was the person who enabled any elf of Philia to smith like a master. She greeted Eosri amiably.


Morning, Eosri. Isn't the sand storm so lovely?
Morning. Mellis. What sort of equipment do you have today?
Oh, there is...

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Weapons
Scimitar
Short sword
Long sword
Broad sword
Mace
Elven short bow
Elven long bow
Leather long bow
Guardian's bow
Ring bow
Iron dagger
Battle sword
Gladius

Armor
(in ascending order of price)
Padded leather armor (30000)
Light leather mail armor
Esteban mail armor (49000)
Grace plate armor (53600)
Lorica Segmanata (110000)
Camelle Spirit Armor (127000)
Drandanos leather mail (130000)

Helmets/gloves
Cuirassier helms
Bone helm
Guardian helm
Grace helm

Leather gloves
Lorica gloves
Camelle spirit gloves

Etc.
Fine arrowheads