faerun.QUICK LINKS
When you wake up, you are in a room. It looks to be relatively well-decorated, rustic. The bed is comfortable, the linens clean, and the quilt is nice. You can hear the bustle of people outside. The city is beginning to wake. You do not have the opportunity to look into a mirror, or anything else: there's bang on the door. "Oi! Breakfast is bein' served! Get your asses up or you're not eatin'!" Coming outside the room reveals that you seem to be in an inn. There are dozens of rooms along the halls, and a massive eating space below. There are wall to wall tables stacked with food, drink, and people sitting down to eat. They may look strange and unique to some of you. There are people with elongated ears, talking dragon-folk, bird-people, and regular humans. It's a diverse crowd, boisterous and loud, laughing and joking. Before you can really catch your bearings, a friendly dwarvish woman bustles past, calling over her shoulder: "Never been to Mirabar, have you?" And, before you can really respond to her, your watch lights up. A NOTE FROM YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD WITCH. "Oh, look at that! It worked! It actually worked! I can see . . . oh, look at you! You look fantastic! What a delightful world! I am positively green with envy!"
The noise from Astoria sounds delighted, and those who have experienced world jumps before will know that Astoria reaching out after the jump is a bit . . . unusual. Usually, she can't communicate -- and while the image is fuzzy, it is definitely there, and she's speaking rather quickly.
"I hope you enjoy your time in Faerun; the magic in that world is quite powerful, and it looks like a few of you are fitting in just fine . . . remember, find joy in the darkness, and please do your best to help these people! It seems like they just need a bit of fun. And don't forget, whatever you do, don't forget to-"
And then, the image cuts off.
Welcome to Mirabar -- a city full of magic, adventure, kayak racing, and quite a lot to do. The main central city itself, the capital, is a walled fortress, with a forest surrounding it, and a small cluster of villages outside of the walls itself. The Guard allows you to stray the perimeter of Mirabar, but anything further will get you a one-way ticket right back to the city gates. Don't worry, though! There is certainly plenty to do, both within the walled city and in the surrounding outskirts.
 LOCALITIES.Mirabar is a smaller city Faerun, but it has a rich history, a long-suffering head of state who employs adventurers on the regular, and the eager people here to meet you, employ you, and entertain you.
There are be taverns to frequent, inns to stay in, a guild to pick up adventuring jobs, farm work, mining work, welding work. The most desperate thing that Mirabar needs is for people to lend a hand. It may not be the most exciting job, but it will be appreciated. ➜ The Silver Blade is an adventuring guild is operated by a plethora of folks, but the elvish woman at the counter seems to be the one in charge. A series of tasks will be available for you to take up, ranging from deliveries through dangerous parts of the outskirts of town, to slaying monsters. The woman seems to be willing to pay in coin, so long as you bring back what she asks for. She doesn't tolerate nonsense.
➜ The Dusty Coffer is a tavern that looks to be rough-and-tumble, but full of good food, good drink, and good music. There’s a bard that lingers in the back who is willing to take on new students/performers, and can pay, too! You can get any range of fare here, and while it’s not a five-star establishment, the food and drink is delicious.
➜ The Blacksmith’s Burden doubles as a mine and a blacksmith’s forge. You can put in a day’s hard work here and buy weaponry. On one hand, you can learn how to make your own stuff! On the other hand, you can totally just buy stuff. They also sell basic tinkering tools and other materials to forge your own equipment. The entire establishment is run by an eager young half-elf named Dillon. He's missing two fingers. It was probably an accident.
➜ The Heroes' Hearth is the neighborhood inn, specifically designed to tailor to adventurer's! It is the main hub of where the Circle will be staying. You will need to pay for your rooms. They're cheap, but the keeper of the Heroes' Hearth (a delightful dwarvish woman named Hilda) is a strict mistress. She expects proper payment when payment is due! She is also a wonderful cook, and will feed you until you explode.
➜ There is a library, full of texts concerning the history of Mirabar and Faerun. There is also a fishing yard by the river. It is full of little boats and leather-strapped kayaks, which transport goods in and out of the city. There are also shops to purchase clothing, basic tools, and ingredients for spellcraft.
➜ It's a robust city with a focus on steel weaponry. You won't find a lot of magical weaponry, but you may get lucky at the Widow's Weep. It is a weird little thrift store run by an eccentric dragonborn who seems to have a lot of broken magical wares. They're cheap, but may not work correctly. There’s a ton to do, and the people of Mirabar are inclined to help you get settled in (and also help you spend your money).  TASK BOARD.There is a giant announcement board of sorts, in the center of town, where the patrons and workers in Mirabar can put up jobs for hire. Suspiciously, the task board seems to be centrally positioned outside of The Silver Blade, the adventurer's guild. Almost as if the guild wants to check out whoever is looking at the tasks . . .
All of the below tasks can be taken up by an unlimited number of people, so if you see a bunch of people signing up for a task you really want to play out - don't be discouraged! Also, remember to submit your work submissions to the appropriate thread on the OOC post.THE SILVER BLADE: Adventurer's Guild.↠ "The village neighboring our own has asked for our help. Predators taken up residence and have been attacking farmers and travelers. Beware, for they are wolf-like creatures, equipped with poisonous fangs and impeccable hearing. It’s your job to evacuate the village, take care of the threat and ensure that nobody gets caught in the crossfire. Need 2-4 Adventurers; the work is difficult. Will pay 100 GP per wolf head, 500 GP max reward."
↠ "The alleged “prison” in Darkwood hardly serves its purpose. A group of prisoners escaped, and you've got to put them back where they belong. Far from a surprise when thieves run this town. Just one prisoner will do, unless you’re desperate for coin. Be careful; they’re seasoned rogues and will do anything to escape your grasp. 100 GP dead, 500 GP alive. We would prefer the idiot alive."
↠ “A woman named Fionn lives across Blackwater Bridge — she needs you to deliver a satchel of love letters to a man who will remain unnamed. It’s a secret, you see. She would take them herself, but she her family is too prestigious for her to afford any...gossip. The journey will require you to go through the Nymph’s Forest, and they have a knack of casting mind altering spells. This will be a bit of a recurring thing, so try not to read them, will you? 50 GP for delivery, minus 5 GP for every love letter lost. No reimbursements for injuries."
↠ “There are a particular set of nasty creatures that are inhabiting the eaves in the nearby Temple. Ordinarily, I would tell the priest to deal with it, but he seems to be convinced that they’re of an evil nature. I personally think they are just bats, but check them out, will you? Apparently they spew some sort of acid. I would bring a coat. 5 GP per 5 sets of bat wings. Bonus 15 GP if you bring one back alive."
↠ “This is a bit of an unsavory task, but...if you’re willing to betray the law a bit, you’ll be rewarded appropriately. An aristocrat in Zledfield is in possession of a prized, ethereal jewel that once belonged to the Convocation of Witches and Wizards of our city. It’s incredibly powerful and enables one to harness any power they might desire with a single tough. But he’s stolen it, and we need to steal it back. Sneak into his manor and return to us safely. Try to avoid the guards. And the attack gryffons. And the mote. And the very man himself. 2500 GP available for the successful retrieval of the gem.” THE DUSTY COFFER: Tavern.↠ “Come hither, ladies, gentlemen and everything in between! Looking for the richest of riches? Put on a play that brings in the crowd. We were thinking, ah...what was it? Romulus and Judith? Or Hamlamb, Aladjinn, oh...whatever strikes your fancy. Just make sure it’s good! 8 SP per performance, plus tips!”
↠ “Hey. You hear about Rhug’s warning? The man who runs this joint? He’s been complainin’ about how the mead’s been going missing...well, I know you need the coin — not hard to tell from how you look. I’ve been selling it under the table for a steal, and let’s just say my pockets have been fuller than ever. You help me smuggle some out and you’ll get a good cut of my profits. 50 GP per load, cut in half if you lose some product.”
↠ “We’re always in need of bartenders and cooks, and our last cook enchanted our damn cutlery. It keeps singing and dancing in the kitchens, like it’s some kind of musical. Bards . . . anyway, we’d appreciate the help trying to tame them. Looks like singing along with them shuts them up for a time, but we’ve got to get food out sooner rather than later. 8 SP for a night's work, plus tips."
↠ “Some of patrons keep bringin’ their kids around here, but we can’t serve the little ones. But there’s no point in throwing a good customer to the wind, is there? We’ve got a big room upstairs. Babysit for the night and you’ll get something good out of it...we can negotiate. Reward is 8 CP per kid, plus a free round of drinks for you and your mates.” THE BLACKSMITH'S BURDEN: Mining/Forging.↠ "We’re in desperate need of ore, and the caves have got some sort of flying bat-things wanderin’ about… lady down at the Silver Blade says they’re just bats, but the priest has got ‘em too, and I’m tellin’ you, those fucking things aren’t bats. They melt your steel and everything . . . anyway, bring up some ore for us, and we’ll pay you in weaponry, if you like."
↠ “We’ve got a big order from the Council to make a bunch of decorations to throw up around the lamp fixtures, for the big festival . . .and we need a lot of painting done. Grab a brush and help us paint up these lamp posts in our colors, and careful not to mix them up! We don’t need bright yellow garish lookin’ stuff, alright? We'll give you some supplies and 5 CP an hour worked.”
↠ “Created a new sword fit for dragon slayin’. I want to see it in action — you mind using it in the local tournament comin’ up this week? Win and they’ll give you a handsome earning. Lose and well, you’ll still get somethin’ from me...a win win situation, ain’t it? 150 GP for winning the tournament, win-lose, you get the sword."
↠ "We've got rats. They're fuckin' everywhere. I'm thinking Rodrick had somethin' to do with it, pissed off that sorceress at the Silver Blade proper . . . anyway, I'll give you 5 CP per rat. I'll double it if you drop it off on her doorstep."
THE FISHING YARD: And surrounding areas.↠ “Help me…! I’m a failure of a sorceress...my love potion fell flat. But my presentation is in an hour...if you could just — if you and a friend of yours could just...take a sip in front of the audience and pretend like you’re MADLY in love, I’ll pay you well! I promise! Both of you! And I’ll create any kind of potion you desire...the other ones work just fine, I assure you!”
↠ “I need some fisherman ready to catch The Big One . . . or that’s what I call the little bastard evadin’ me. It’s a big beauty, with rainbow scales and big teeth . . . I just want the meat, but I’ll give you the scales and teeth, plus treat you to dinner with a friend if you help me catch it!”
↠ “Boat races, boat races! We need to practice for the big race at the festival! We’re testing out a new type of kayak, and sure, it might have a few . . . buoyancy problems, but that’s what we need you lot to test it for, yeah? We’ll pay you 9 SP per ride, 1 GP if you win the race without sinking, and you get to test drive a new enterprise!”
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killua zoldyck | hunter x hunter | tiefling + rogue/fighter cross class
[Killua wakes up much more peacefully than he did when he first was taken from his own world. he opens his eyes, blinking slowly and sleepily, and realizes this isn't the room he fell asleep in. given the information he's gathered since meeting Astoria, Killua isn't startled. however, when he goes to rub some sleep crud out of his eye, he is indeed surprised by the state of his hand—it's... purple, for one thing. and his fingertips become a bit darker towards their tips, in a gradient, topped with long, sharp, black nails.
he sits up suddenly, eyes wide, and inspects both hands frantically, flipping them upside down and palm side up over and over. he rips off his blankets, and notices his cloven feet.]
Ah!! Am I a demon—?!
[he leaps out of bed (with a stumble, because what the fuck are hooves), frantically searching for a mirror—and is momentarily distracted by the weight and suspension of a new limb. he lets out another sound of surprise, and grabs his long tail. it's thick towards the base. curiously, with a series of blinks, Killua wraps his own tail around his wrist. he's kind of surprised by how easy it is to control. he slowly uncoils it, testing the strength of the tail with subtle movements in timing as he does so. he then gives the floor a hard whip, and jumps from the crack of it. it hurts, but it's pretty cool. he smiles a little.
back on track, Killua continues to seach for a mirror. he finds one, by the door, small and slightly high for his height. straightening up as best as he can, as he can't exactly get on the tips of his toes, Killua gasps again, slapping his little claws against his face. he has no pupils, or irises. just prestine, eerie white. he blinks. he can see perfectly well, and he can see his eyeball roll when he tries... there's just no visible indication that he's specifically looking at anything that isn't incredibly subtle.]
Whoa... Cool.
[then someone knocks on the door. Killua, with some unexplainable hesitation (probably he just isn't comfortable in his body, which is his first line of defense), approaches. when the dwarven lady loudly exclaims breakfast is ready, Killua winces, and realizes he's pretty hungry. she tells him, for some reason, to take care in his participation.
when he comes downstairs for the food, the myriad of steely, distrustful gazes illuminate her implication perfectly to Killua. he really must be a demon, because people sure are looking at him like he is, some even shielding their portions. which, what does it matter? it's free.
Killua inperceptively rolls his eyes, and begins to load his plate, but only after he stuffs a small bread roll into his mouth to start. whatever.]
b x 𝓽𝓪𝓼𝓴 𝓫𝓸𝓪𝓻𝓭
[by now, Killua has learned he's called a tiefling. he doesn't like the clothes he woke up in, and has spent some time punching and rolling about in whatever private clearings he can find, as well as his room before his departure, trying to get accustomed to his altered form. the general gist of things is perhaps not as alarming as it should be; Killua likes RPGs, and has even been enlisted in a real life one in his own world. so physically participating in something like this doesn't feel unfamiliar—unfortunately, it means that Killua is treating actual people like game NPCs. he might need to realize this is a type of reality. he's aware, just not so actively, yet.
Killua has been peering about the town, talking to random people, who mostly are tight lipped out of disgust or disquietude. but some have talked; their responses are what's made Killua surmise initially that this isn't actually a game. annoyed by the general willful uselessness of the people around him, Killua decides he'll just get to work, maybe. he'd heard something about an adventurer's guild, and he eventually finds its task board.
so he's standing here, curiously scanning all the fliers—those available to his credentials as an interdimensional transplant as far as he can tell, anyway. he holds his chin, tail idly swaying, some folks pointing cold stares at him. maybe you recognize him? after all, aside from the weird limb stuff and weird skin, he has the same general body shape, hair, height and weight!]
c x 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓮𝓯?
[Killua eventually ducks into a tavern, walking in as silently as he can, he coils his tail around one of his skinny bovine calves. he feels like in taverns, people are usually more lubricated to share information. also more lubricated to attack, but Killua isn't concerned about that. he wonders what it'd be like to kick someone in the face with a hoof!
after some cautious surveying, he's motioned over by someone talking about Rhug... Killua's posture straightens with interest. it makes sense that a tiefling would attract shady business, he supposes. he crosses his arms, smiling, tail lifting.]
Sure. But you gotta convince me that you're good for your end. I realize you're probably approaching me because of my race, but I wonder if you're often in the business of propositioning kids my age if you aren't hoping to take advantage of them.
B
He's also clutching a lute in his arms, which says about how much he's going to be able to commit to any of the hunting tasks.] Do all of these qualify as helping?
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he blinks mildly in Yuya's direction, arms crossed.]
I wasn't thinking of that, to be honest. It just looks fun.
Probably, though. I'll bet even if someone's intentions are impure, it doesn't matter to Astoria as long as the impact is positive.
[that annoying woman...]
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Oh. [Well... some of these looks less positive than others. But fun, he can work with fun. His gaze drifts up on the board.]
There's boat racing! You get more money if you win.
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That does sound kinda fun; I was looking at that...
[but it made him think that it would be something Gon would really enjoy. the thought made him feel a little lonely, so he was looking at the more dangerous stuff. it'd be nice to indulge in something more light-hearted, regardless...]
I've actually never done something like that.
Are you gonna sign up for it?
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[He pulls the task off the board to get a better look at the location and everything.] I think it pays okay, too.
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[although, food's cool. it'd be nice to what this world has that's considered more for a refined palette.]
Anyway, I'm down to try it out if you are.
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c.
That was... actually not entirely his intent for beckoning the kid over (but it is some of it). He disengages from his brief conversation with the various NPCs and lifts his hood a bit so he can show off his own purple tiefling features. Unlike Killua, he has normal human feet, however.]
Honestly, yes, it was definitely about your race, but tiefling to tiefling? We're probably the only ones we can trust here.
[This is straight bullshit and not helping his "I am not here to take advantage of you" thing. He is so bad at not being shady.]
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he doesn't readily like adults, above most anything else. and if tieflings really are so sketchy, as people have been treating him, wouldn't a tiefling trying to get a juvenile tiefling to do some thievery be a shady bastard himself? Killua feels like this guy revealing his racial identity is supposed to bolster a connection, but that doesn't change that Killua is a kid in a tavern...
well, serves Killua right for looking into this lead. his disposition suddenly becomes quite sassy, and he stomps a hoof, elbows akimbo and hands on his hips, tail swishing irately.]
Give me a break! Like I care if you're also a tiefling. I definitely don't trust you!
[a couple of tavern-goers cautiously turn their heads, obviously uncomfortable. this will only be worth it if Killua can con a con man, he decides.]
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Because, let's be honest, Molly is only an adult physically.] That's absolutely fair. You're a smart kid. You clearly know what you're about. I just couldn't help that you've been listening in on that conversation I was having.
[In a sense. This isn't even about the job anymore. Molly's just being a fuckass.]
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[although, momentarily, Killua wonders if maybe his hearing is more sensitive as a tiefling; maybe he wasn't supposed to overhear, but Killua's prettyyyy sure the reality is that this guy is full of shit.
he'll check on that sensory stuff later, though.]
oh my god i lost this notif wtf
So are you interested or just looking to turn in people being being suspicious? I mean, you can do as you like but I wouldn't recommend being a snitch just because it's a bad look on anyone.
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I'm interested, theoretically. But I'm not sure if I trust that it's a real job with real pay, and not just some scam for you to come into some valuable material goods while I catch the heat.
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A, Mark of Healing halfling monk
She's caught people pointing at her and whispering with pity about the poor little blind halfling girl. Well, if they're going to wrongfully assume she's blind, so much the better for her. It's harder to recognize Circle members with these changes, but watching people's body language and looking carefully at their features lets her figure a few out.
She can see the looks of scorn at Killua, and she can only assume it's because of how he looks. It only makes her more determined to go and sit with her friend. She has to hop up to get to the seat.]
Hi Killua. Nobody said we transformed when we got to new worlds. Do you think this is the first time it's happened to people in the Circle?
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his body language visibly relaxes, and he smiles at her, turning his head towards her. since, you know. Killua's aware that he has to maybe adjust his body language a bit.]
No idea. I haven't really asked too in depth about that. I didn't think to, honestly... Someone I know from back home said that there was a space-ship with the last trip, or something... but he didn't mention anything about forms being altered.
[Killua takes a mouthful of bread, then rudely talks around it.]
He can be pretty deliberately misleading, though; who knows...
[he looks annoyed just thinking about it.]
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I saw some talk about a monster on the space ship on the network, so I guess the guy you know was telling the truth about at least part of it.
[She has a quiet sip of her juice.]
Roy Mustang seems like a good person to go to for answers about things that have happened.
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Yeah.
[he wipes his mouth.]
I saw someone by that name make a post on the Circle's... community thing.
[wow, he's kind of without the colloquial vernacular, there.]
I've been trying to keep my ear to the ground. Do you know him?
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[Admittedly, her question had been a little out there, and his willingness to explain was probably in part due to her reason for wanting to know.]
He didn't talk down to me just because I'm younger, either. He gave me a serious answer.
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Huh, is that right... [Killua tilts his head, licking a crumb off the corner of his mouth.] That's good.
[Killua wonders why that may be.]
He's some kind of military, isn't he? I wonder if he's used to child soldiers. [kind of a strange concept back home, but...] I've been meeting a lot of other kids who are kind of like that, but I rarely did back home.
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This is no place for a little boy.
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The hell it's not!
[neither was the Hunter exam, or any of Killua's missions as an assassin... Killua is used to being in positions that boys his age just really shouldn't be. clutching his tail defensively while leaning away, Killua scowls deeply. he is rather disappointed that Hisoka too is a tiefling; he thinks it suits Hisoka quite well, based on his tertiary understanding of the race................ but then wonders about the implications therein on the fact that he shares that race with Hisoka. it makes him angry. they aren't the same!!
Killua's tail sheepishly coils around his wrist.]
Like you're ever less out of place than I am...
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You're only out of place when you feel like you are.
[ Like he can smell your insecurities. ]
In that regard, taking advantage of unsuspecting adults with your youth isn't so far off the mark for you.
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I don't know what you mean. I'm not doing it with my youth, don't make it sound weird. I just happen to be young, and sometimes idiots happen to be adults.
[YEP NOTHING SHADY AT ALL]
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Are you telling me you've not taken a single one of their purses?
[ Cuz... Hisoka sure has. ]
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[did he think about it? absolutely]
Jeez, you're so slimy!
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