His feet hurt. It was a really long walk from Stokbon to this camp, and the Guild had put out an ad to send more adventurers back this way to Camp Nisus and assist in the restoration and fortification efforts. Zelrius hoofed it the whole way, and took a second to lean against one of the broken stone walls and reach back in order to stretch his ankles. He was finally here, though. Only a few hours into this day, with more time left to spare than he had initially planned or cared for. There was no sense in wasting the daylight, every moment on Terra counted, and he needed a story to log out and tell the one he loved about.
A gloved hand reached up to wipe away the accumulating sweat borne by the humid, summertime air of the jungle, passing a moment as he made his way past the city of temporary housing in the form of pitched cloth and rags into tents. All of the wafting fragance of food, and small chatter of the camp was centered around the rotting, beaten mushroom in the center where the MIT had made their daring, and dangerously swift research into the mist. The mist that Zelrius could pick up in the air even now, trying its best to fend off Red Fever. On his way, he noticed the familiar ashen skin and brunette head of hair that belonged to @Moonsong, giving the friendly face a small wave without realizing that she might not recognize his new appearance. There, along its cylindrical base, and under the capped canopy, were bulletin boards and people looking around them, as Trevis gave his rundown to any who asked, and assisted those who needed it. First impressions told the redhead that the man was annoying. Rambunctious, arrogant, and not too self aware. But, honestly, between the fight with the Kurungaar, the Golem, and his subsequent clean up aid, the platinum ranked adventurer would be loathe to admit that there was a certain kindredship he felt with his AG Superior.
Speaking of superiors, whatever boredom or slight smile Zelrius was feeling prior to grabbing a piece of parchment from the board and reading it over was quickly melted away by the small frown that formed. The slime was draining, the Slimeodiles that called it home were becoming increasingly aggressive. Even more, a particular cove full of the these ruined artifacts of magitech was being heavily guarded by an especially big and mean motherfucker. There was no way someone like him could do this, not even alone. But, what was he going to do? Put the paper back and pick something easier?
He turned on his heel, peering around the camp. Something like this was more suited for the likes of Brutus or @Toko, not him. His blue eyes trailed, wondering now if either of those two were here. And while he didn't find the red mane of the canon wielding mountain that was Brutus, it was almost impossible to miss the snow-white loopy ears of the envyingly energetic Toko, who was currently working on some kind of combo on one of the Lion's Arms's test dummies. Zelrius shifted through the crowd, snaking his way to her and introducing himself with a wave. "Hey, Toko!" He tried to get her attention, holding up the paper for her to see. "I don't know if you remember, but we fought the Golem together, and then the Kurungaar. What do you say to taking on something else that's massive and dangerous?" There was a sense he had gotten from his brief interactions with her that offering it like that was the way to get this woman to agree to anything. They were alike, in that way - though she was far more courageous.
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Next, it was back between the dull colored beige rows of pointed tent tops to find someone that Zelrius was beginning to grow slightly fond of. She had saved him from the prying eyes of the expedition preparation, and then again from the Golem, and then again from the Kurungaar mother herself. Sort of like a Guardian Angel. She was one of the few people he considered a true Hero. @Moonsong was someone the man had found himself wondering about sometimes. They had shared a lot of common ground, and managed to connect over some under surface issues back in Fineweald. There is no one he'd rather more have on his side for something like this than her. Just as he had with Toko, Zelrius held up the paper when he approached her, stifling a wide grin as he thought of a way to ask her to come along. "I don't suppose it'd be too much to ask you to help me again?"
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That was three, if those two accepted. They could accommodate a 4th, and have enough supplies to forge out and then come back, without draining the camp's manpower too much. If other RPGs and MMOs had taught him anything, it was that team comp mattered. And the three of them needed a support. Someone who was willing to do the important stuff, and keep the health bars full, and the damage packed. There weren't many people like that that Zelrius knew, and would be comfortable asking into something dangerous like that. There was the voice of the woman who had saved him at the end of the fight with Red Fever, though he had no idea what her name was, or what she even looked like. There was Harveste, the small childlike Faerin had ambitiously chosen him to be the focus of her buffing on more than one occasion, but finding her in this mess of people seemed like an impossible task. Vina, maybe, but something like that was probably too rich for the kind Fox's blood.
The frown grew deeper; he was out of options. Maybe this was a doomed expedition. He should go find Moonsong and Toko again and tell them to forget it. To go find people who were actually capable of this. Who even knew if he could find someone for what he wanted, if he'd even be good enough to survive this, let alone not get anyone else killed. From his current sitting position on a log-stool, he let the piece of parchment drift slowly to the ground and into the dirt. This was a lost cause.
Or, it seemed that way, until the purple bushed tail walked past his field of vision. He had seen her before, and his eyes narrowed trying to remember when. His mind placing her form and face admist black smoke, and next to the body of a crumpled Trinity. The Traveler's Gate in Brisshal, and the fight with the cat. She had gave it her all, and tried her best. Zelrius felt a surge of energy, quickly bending down to snap up the now dusty piece of paper and rush over to the foxgirl. "Hey, Kiria, right?" Completely butchering her name, given he had only heard it the once, and they were all about to die then. Holding out the paper to let @Kyra Vashtana inspect it and decide for herself the answer to his next question. "How'd you like to help me and some other friends on something? We could really use the help."
And so it was. Those that agreed, he'd have told to meet up by the northern gate into the camp at sunset, so that they could head out at Dusk and get this done before the night was over.
A gloved hand reached up to wipe away the accumulating sweat borne by the humid, summertime air of the jungle, passing a moment as he made his way past the city of temporary housing in the form of pitched cloth and rags into tents. All of the wafting fragance of food, and small chatter of the camp was centered around the rotting, beaten mushroom in the center where the MIT had made their daring, and dangerously swift research into the mist. The mist that Zelrius could pick up in the air even now, trying its best to fend off Red Fever. On his way, he noticed the familiar ashen skin and brunette head of hair that belonged to @Moonsong, giving the friendly face a small wave without realizing that she might not recognize his new appearance. There, along its cylindrical base, and under the capped canopy, were bulletin boards and people looking around them, as Trevis gave his rundown to any who asked, and assisted those who needed it. First impressions told the redhead that the man was annoying. Rambunctious, arrogant, and not too self aware. But, honestly, between the fight with the Kurungaar, the Golem, and his subsequent clean up aid, the platinum ranked adventurer would be loathe to admit that there was a certain kindredship he felt with his AG Superior.
Speaking of superiors, whatever boredom or slight smile Zelrius was feeling prior to grabbing a piece of parchment from the board and reading it over was quickly melted away by the small frown that formed. The slime was draining, the Slimeodiles that called it home were becoming increasingly aggressive. Even more, a particular cove full of the these ruined artifacts of magitech was being heavily guarded by an especially big and mean motherfucker. There was no way someone like him could do this, not even alone. But, what was he going to do? Put the paper back and pick something easier?
He turned on his heel, peering around the camp. Something like this was more suited for the likes of Brutus or @Toko, not him. His blue eyes trailed, wondering now if either of those two were here. And while he didn't find the red mane of the canon wielding mountain that was Brutus, it was almost impossible to miss the snow-white loopy ears of the envyingly energetic Toko, who was currently working on some kind of combo on one of the Lion's Arms's test dummies. Zelrius shifted through the crowd, snaking his way to her and introducing himself with a wave. "Hey, Toko!" He tried to get her attention, holding up the paper for her to see. "I don't know if you remember, but we fought the Golem together, and then the Kurungaar. What do you say to taking on something else that's massive and dangerous?" There was a sense he had gotten from his brief interactions with her that offering it like that was the way to get this woman to agree to anything. They were alike, in that way - though she was far more courageous.
---
Next, it was back between the dull colored beige rows of pointed tent tops to find someone that Zelrius was beginning to grow slightly fond of. She had saved him from the prying eyes of the expedition preparation, and then again from the Golem, and then again from the Kurungaar mother herself. Sort of like a Guardian Angel. She was one of the few people he considered a true Hero. @Moonsong was someone the man had found himself wondering about sometimes. They had shared a lot of common ground, and managed to connect over some under surface issues back in Fineweald. There is no one he'd rather more have on his side for something like this than her. Just as he had with Toko, Zelrius held up the paper when he approached her, stifling a wide grin as he thought of a way to ask her to come along. "I don't suppose it'd be too much to ask you to help me again?"
---
That was three, if those two accepted. They could accommodate a 4th, and have enough supplies to forge out and then come back, without draining the camp's manpower too much. If other RPGs and MMOs had taught him anything, it was that team comp mattered. And the three of them needed a support. Someone who was willing to do the important stuff, and keep the health bars full, and the damage packed. There weren't many people like that that Zelrius knew, and would be comfortable asking into something dangerous like that. There was the voice of the woman who had saved him at the end of the fight with Red Fever, though he had no idea what her name was, or what she even looked like. There was Harveste, the small childlike Faerin had ambitiously chosen him to be the focus of her buffing on more than one occasion, but finding her in this mess of people seemed like an impossible task. Vina, maybe, but something like that was probably too rich for the kind Fox's blood.
The frown grew deeper; he was out of options. Maybe this was a doomed expedition. He should go find Moonsong and Toko again and tell them to forget it. To go find people who were actually capable of this. Who even knew if he could find someone for what he wanted, if he'd even be good enough to survive this, let alone not get anyone else killed. From his current sitting position on a log-stool, he let the piece of parchment drift slowly to the ground and into the dirt. This was a lost cause.
Or, it seemed that way, until the purple bushed tail walked past his field of vision. He had seen her before, and his eyes narrowed trying to remember when. His mind placing her form and face admist black smoke, and next to the body of a crumpled Trinity. The Traveler's Gate in Brisshal, and the fight with the cat. She had gave it her all, and tried her best. Zelrius felt a surge of energy, quickly bending down to snap up the now dusty piece of paper and rush over to the foxgirl. "Hey, Kiria, right?" Completely butchering her name, given he had only heard it the once, and they were all about to die then. Holding out the paper to let @Kyra Vashtana inspect it and decide for herself the answer to his next question. "How'd you like to help me and some other friends on something? We could really use the help."
And so it was. Those that agreed, he'd have told to meet up by the northern gate into the camp at sunset, so that they could head out at Dusk and get this done before the night was over.
