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A pile of glowing green goo appears nearby behind the person suggesting of smithing. It slowly grows taller and takes an appearance of a human woman in robes that look similar to a priestess of Shelyn. What ever the creature is, it unnaturally leans around the person and has an all knowing smile upon its face. "Aw... Leave the poor little mask alone." It grins. "As the woman said, it isn't evil. But... If you want to focus on something, you can always look at me. Hehe~"
HEY! I was just asking. I listen to the people who can tell them apart at least.
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Seeing the new arrival in the corner wave towards the bar, Heather moves over to him. "Greetings. A glass of water and a... Sothis platter? Alright, I'll get right on it." She bows her head slightly and heads back behind the bar. She clearly mention what was ordered and nods.
After a minute, she reappears with a glass and a carafe of water and brings it over to the person in the corner. "Here is some water and a glass." She places them onto the table. "The chef knew about what you ordered, it will take a bit since none was prepared yet. Please have patience. Once done, I, or the chef will bring it out to you." She smiles and nods slightly and then heads back to the bar.
She looks towards where the Kitsune and her Phantom has appeared. She swallows a bit then frowns. "Caitlyn. Please do not scare patrons."
The oozing green phantom stands normally again and shrugs, with a smug look on its face.
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The Tiefling gives a slight smirk at the green ball of ectoplasm.
"Trust me, I've seen true monsters, and she's far from it. Besides, I could think of a few words to describe . . . Caitlyn, was it? Scary isn't one of them.". She gives a sly smile to the apparition, the only time you've seen the tiefling crack such an expression.
"In fact, I find her honesty somewhat comforting"
It grins again with all the attention it is receiving. "Oh... Thank you. It is nice to feel Welcomed." It turns to the tiefling. "And in all honestly, everyone can easily tell your interest in me."
When the mask floats over to it, the creature can't help to look at it. "Aw... I could just eat you up." Its face grins unnaturally at it. " wan you..." Its color changes to an orange then to a deep brownish red.
It twists and contorts as it becomes a mass of grasping limbs and tentacles lurching and reaching out to the mask.
It misses completely as it looks like something affected it before it could grab the mask. It faces the bar where the young woman is glaring at it. The creature shivers and its color goes back into a greenish hue and it changes back into a humanoid form. It looks like it is chewing on something when it speaks. "...I am a phantom. Not just some ectoplasm that appears when a ghost comes by." It visibly sighs as it looks towards the mask's owner. "Phantoms are spirits that could not go to their afterlife. And came back because of it."
It shrugs. "I don't know. Maybe the others know. Or someone we once knew does. Or even... Our own murderers do! Hehehe~..." It grins.
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Tanbaru yelps and becomes invisible when the mass of tentacles lunges at him. Yoshimi's eyes go wife and she flips over to a new page in the notebook and her scribbling hastens considerably. Seemingly oblivious to how rude the question is, she blurts, "So why can't you let go?"
The Tiefling casts a sideways glance at Yoshimi.
"There are some things in life that are . . . difficult to let go of. Injustices that can tear at the threads of aether and fate. I know of such troubles. If I had died then . . . I certainly would have come back as our friend there, only a whole lot angrier."
She ends the words with a finality that makes it clear she is unwilling to discuss the subject further.
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"Oh, I'm well aware. I've spent half my life honing my skills to protect people from robots then doing so. It still won't make up for what the Technic League did to my family. Everyone's got their reasons for doing what they do, but it's not every day you have the opportunity to ask that of the dead."
She drains her ale, looks into the bottom of the stein briefly, then holds it up and tries to catch Heather's eye.
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Heather just looks on and sighs. Why am I bound to such a spirit." She wonders as she notices the master of the mask hold up her stein. "Oh, right on- Huh?" She turns around and listens. She nods and goes into the back room and returns with a small platter. She also grabs a large tankard and fills it with ale before heading back out. "Here you go sir. One Sothis platter. Enjoy." She smiles before leaving his table and brings the large tankard to her. "Here you go, one large tankard of ale to refill your stein. I'll place it on the table." As she said with a smile.
The glowing green oozing creature just moves over next to the bar and rests there for a bit.
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Yoshimi takes a drag from the tankard and starts to flip through one of the many books piled in front of her when something from the earlier conversation seems to occur to her and she looks back over to Caitlyn with a surprised look. "Wait, others? You said there are others who might know why you can't let go?!"
It raises an eyebrow, or at least something representing one when the mask's master asked that someone might know why it is here. It simply shrugs. "I don't know if there is someone I know of that knew me before my... New stage of existence. But other phantoms might know of how their former lives perished. Thats all." It turns to her and stands. But her first step looks like she fell down onto the floor. But all that is there is a thin layer of slime. After a few seconds a screeching yell of a young woman is heard before it rises out of the floor beside her. "Oops. Didn't mean to frighten her in a delicate situation... She looked beautiful though. Hehe~"
The waitress moves over to the bar when she sees it fall to the floor. Looking confused, she jumps when she heard the screeching and looks around the room. She finally sees it reappear next to one of the patrons. Heather clearly has an exasperated look on her face.
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The tiefling turns to Yoshimi and then tilts her head toward the etheric priestess.
"Honestly, we're lucky she's as cognitave as she is. Knew a spirit of a Red Mantis assassin, least wise that's what I was told, that was so forgone he never talked. Hatred just kind of oozed off of him. His Nagaji partner claimed she understood him, but all he did was stare at you with this stare that you just KNEW he was waiting to kill you.
"Waitress, I'll have anothe drink, and that Platter looks good. 'S called a Sothis platter? I'll have one."
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The tiefling turns to Yoshimi and then tilts her head toward the etheric priestess.
"Honestly, we're lucky she's as cognitave as she is. Knew a spirit of a Red Mantis assassin, least wise that's what I was told, that was so forgone he never talked. Hatred just kind of oozed off of him. His Nagaji partner claimed she understood him, but all he did was stare at you with this stare that you just KNEW he was waiting to kill you.
"Waitress, I'll have anothe drink, and that Platter looks good. 'S called a Sothis platter? I'll have one."
Heather sighs from the antics of the phantom. She notices the Tiefling woman's order. "Right. Coming right up." She moves behind the bar to the room in the back where there is conversation of the order. She returns with a decent sized serving platter with the Sothis platter and tankard full of ale on top of it. She carries it over and places it onto the table. "Here you go. One Sothis platter and a tankard of ale to wash it down." She places the items onto the table and retrieves the serving platter and holds it to her side. And when she overheard the conversation earlier about her phantom, she can't help but to speak. "Well... I don't know about other phantoms much. But I think they have... Like an emotion they gravitate to. Like Caitlyn, if I remember correctly, it is considered a Jealousy Phantom. And I think from your discription, that phantom could have been a zeal, or of anger. Or maybe hate." Heather simply shrugs as she begins to walk back to the bar.
"Mm. So this isn't a case of multiple spirits haunting a person, then."
She jots down a few more notes, then looks up and catches Heather's eye. She mouths "Is it?"
On the way back to the bar, she stops at the mask's owner's table and leans over and whispers to her. "I think you mean... Mediums? If I know correctly, they are the ones that let the spirits control their bodies. I don't know about you, but one 'spirit' is enough for me." Saying her piece, she goes back to behind the bar and returns where she got the serving platter.
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On the way back to the bar, she stops at the mask's owner's table and leans over and whispers to her. "I think you mean... Mediums? If I know correctly, they are the ones that let the spirits control their bodies...."Mm. So this isn't a case of multiple spirits haunting a person, then."
She jots down a few more notes, then looks up and catches Heather's eye. She mouths "Is it?"
The Tiefling puts a few coins down on the table to pay for the meal, then samples a bit of the honey bread.
"World of spirits seems far too complicated for me. I've heard of all sorts. Supposedly there is a Tengu in the society that can just 'convince' spirits of blindness or exhaustion or fear to just . . . leave a person alone. Dunno how that works with your green friend over there, or with what Yoshimi was sayin' about multiple spirits haunting people . . . or with haunts in general come to think of it. Honestly I just keep my eyes focused hurting bad men and making them pay for . . . well pay for whatever they do."
The Tiefling looks like she was going to say more but stopped herself. She instead starts in on her fish.
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A powerfully-build man arrives, heavy armor not polished or gleaming but rather stained with months-old dried blood, and yet still in a solid state of repair. Cold iron and adamantine weapons bristle about his frame, and parts of his armored kit look like they were fused with demon horns and claws.
Removing his helm reveals two horns of his own that the helmet was built around. His visage is at once fearsome and yet still humble of bearing. He addresses those still present with a Mendevian accent with just a hint of Brevoy in his vowels.
"Greetings, brothers and sisters. I am Castigar, named Silver Crusader of Vengeance. Missives from Venture-Captain Jorsal of Lauterbury suggested that there may be new work in the offing for Seekers such as myself. Just as Pathfinder agents have spent time here and there serving the Mendevian military, so too do Mendevian Crusaders come to do service for the Decemvirate. How fare things here in Absalom? How fare all of you?"
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A heavily armored dwarf looks up from where he has been surreptitiously napping off and on. "Did I hear you correctly that they are calling on Seekers for a new task? It must be a true doozy of a mission to call upon Seekers."
Rhon shifts in his chair and takes a long draw from his mug of ale. "Absalom continues its steady beat of life and trade no matter the wounds it takes nor the plans people make for it. As for myself, I fare well and am curious as to this new mission the Ten would be calling on its veteran members for."
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The tiefling nursing her Sothis platter raises an eyebrow.
"Didn't expect this many tieflings in the society. I hope you steer clear of Chelliax. Then again, if what I've heard about seekers is true, you will probably be alright. Just watch your backs, things are . . . not pleasant for our kind there."
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She slips back in to the common room in her true form that of a female Kitsune after settling in her room and settling Shelbey in. She is dressed in light cotten paints and a slevles vest. She goes to the bar aand tries to catch Heather's eye. My I have a jasmen tea please? She then offers her a single roes she baught from a flower girl. Hear this is for you. I am off on a mission tomarrow. I hope to return and may be have a date with you?
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Heather looks up from the bar as she notices the new arrivals. She can't help to overhear that the tiefling named Castigar and the dwarf are both Seekers of the Society. Oh wow! Real Seekers!? Haven't really seen any of them before coming here. Only heard of them. Wow...! She wonders about their adventures.
When later a fox person comes by the bar, Heather is brought back to reality with receiving an order for tea. "Ah! Yes, coming right up... Oh..." Taken a bit by surprise by the flower, she becomes a bit bashful. "Um, Alright. But I have work to do. Since I haven't had a mission yet, I gotta do some work to pay for lodging while I wait to go on one." She looks down at the bar. "Um..." She wipes the top of the bar. "Maybe come back here and tell us your story instead?..." Realizing something, she looks at the Kitsune questionably. "Um, I don't mean to be rude, but have we met before?"
But before she can continue her question, the man in the back room shouts for her to do her work, and passes her a pot with a round tea cup next to it on a small serving platter. She returns with the steaming pot and tea cup and places it onto the bar. "Here you go, a batch of Jasmine Tea. Apparently our bar tender guy likes tea as well. But um, please excuse me." As she said with a red face as she goes out to meet the new arrivals.
Walking up to the two Seekers, Heather becomes rather nervous. "He-he-hello. Um, G-g-greetings. Is there anything you'd like me to get for you... Um, either of you?" As she finishes with an awkward smile.
The ghostly phantom wanders back over to the bar as the person it is bonded with decides to greet those experienced adventurers. Seeing the kitsune there, she can't help but to giggle. "Do not worry. Such interactions are still foreign to her. So don't worry about it Yumiko. And I must say, you have a lovely shade of fur. Hehe~"
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Walking up to the two Seekers, Heather becomes rather nervous. "He-he-hello. Um, G-g-greetings. Is there anything you'd like me to get for you... Um, either of you?" As she finishes with an awkward smile.
Rhon looks up at the new comer and quickly moves with a relaxed position (leaned back in his chair with his boots propped up on the table) to a standing position. "Ah, greetings and welcome. There is nothing I am in need of.
Rhon extendeds his gauntleted hand to Heather in greeting. "I am Rhon Delver, Paladin of Torag, Silver Crusader, Seeker, and Lance Corporal in the Eagles Knights of Andoran. It is a pleasure to meet you. Who are you?
To see if Rhon happens to pick up on Heather's nervousness.
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**Amourus Priestess**
The ghostly phantom wanders back over to the bar as the person it is bonded with decides to greet those experienced adventurers. Seeing the kitsune there, she can't help but to giggle. "Do not worry. Such interactions are still foreign to her. So don't worry about it Yumiko. And I must say, you have a lovely shade of fur. Hehe~"
Why thank you. can you please let her know who I am.
"Sure... Be right back.~" As the phantom said. It moves across the floor, swaying back and forth to Heather. "Hunny... We have to talk. Hehe~" Before Heather can turn around, it gives her a hug that envelopes her. And before long, it seems like the phantom gets absorbed by her, and disappears. Leaving a slightly shivering Heather standing there.
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"Ah, um. My name is Heather Morlyn. I guess, no, I am a spiritualist from Qadira. It is nice to hear that you do not need anything. But do not hesitate to let me or anyone else that works here know if you need anything." She hold the serving platter against her chest and bows her head. "Right... I'll get back to- What?"
Heather receives a hug from the Phantom and it envelopes her. She nearly shrieks out before she freezes and closes her eyes as the creature seems to disappear around her. Before long, it is gone, leaving her shaking there. And when she opens her eyes, they glow green and she blinks a couple times.
Taking a deep breath, Heather sighs. "Caitlyn... Please do not do that. I do n-.... Oh." She stops talking and her face takes on a reddish hue. "Um... So that is who that was. I don't... No... I don't know. Oh...!" She bows quickly to Rhon and heads to the bar. When she gets there, she places the serving platter on the bar top. "Um... That sounds nice, thank you. But for now, excuse me." She heads around the bar into the back.
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She slips in to the common room after getting Shellbey settled in her padock and putting her things away in her room and taking a bath. She was in her true form wearing leather paints with a hole in it for her tail and a leather vest hooked in the middle showing off her neklasess. She has a red rose inn her hand. She sits down at a table by the bar waiting on Heather. Greetings all. She drops a copy oh her mission report on Yoshimi table. Thought you would like to read about the high teck we found. Before she sets down at the table.
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"Oh my! Thanks!" Yoshimi skims over the first page, then looks up and sees Yumiko waiting at a table with a rose in hand. She reaches into her pack and pulls out two candles, lighting them with a cantrip. She then floats them over to the table with mage hand, sending a wink with them before tucking into the report in earnest.
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A Kelishite half-elf woman walks in. Still in studded leather armor with a falchion strapped across her back as she makes her way to the bar. As she gets there she waves to the chef behind the bar. He lets out a huff and nods with a sly smile before sticking his thumb over his shoulder. "Ah... Right! Um, give me a minute." As she rushes into the back.
After a few minutes she comes out looking a bit confused while wearing a nice dress. "Um... This looks a bit too nice to wear serving. It might ge-" The chef points out to a table out in the room and she blushes. But before she heads out, he taps her on the shoulder and whispers to her.
She walks up to the table and takes a seat in one of the chairs with Yumiko. "Um... Hello. Apparently I got my first outing recently. Guiding other new pathfinders to one of the old siege towers out in the Cairnlands." When she finishes, Heather looks about with glowing green eyes.
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A messenger runs into the room and delivers a neatly folded and ornately sealed parchment. Upon inspecting the seal, he gives it a quizzical look, before drawing and using his dagger to pop it loose. Rhon opens the letter, reads it, and then quickly begins gathering up his equipment. Rhon downs the last of his ale before attaching his tankard to his belt.
Rhon taps the large Earth Elemental, that has been taking his ease on the floor, on the shoulder to get his attention.
Once he has himself readied he turns to the room and gives a simple salute to everyone by placing his gauntleted fist over his heart. With that he strides to the door, with the Earth Elemental following along, and departs for the other side of the world.
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Hi. That's wonderful news. This is for you. Offers Heather the red rose. Hope all went well with your first mission. Would you share a meal with me? I hope that my true form does not up set you? She looks around a bit nervously as the candles set a romantic glow and makes Heather even more beautiful.
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"Oh... Thank you. Shelyn loves flowers like these... It is beautiful." Heather accepts the rose, gently placing it near her.
She nods. "Yes... Apparently Mr. Dreng heard of a low ranking pathfinder went into one of the siege castles out in the Cairnlands and has not reported in. So was tasked to be a guide for other new and newish pathfinders to explore and to rescue." She fidgets a bit with the skirt of the dress. "It has made me not like many legged creatures, nor the stench of some others." She scrunches her face when she recalls the smell of those creatures.
Sighing after holding her breath, Heather smiles softly, and her eyes slightly glow green. "And the pathfinder we rescued was a bard, and gave a good word for us when we all got back. I wonder if he was in a relationship..." She smirks slightly at the thought then her eyes regain a normal appearance, and her face turns red. "Ah! Don't think too much into that, that is the influence that Caitlyn has on me. She tends to want things... And when she is in here." She taps herself on the head. "She can sway me towards... Interests..."
Looking down at the table with a red face, Heather just frowns. "Sorry. I didn't mean to ramble, and yes, I wouldn't mind sharing a meal. And I don't mind what you look like. Shelyn approves of beauty in many forms. Though I don't think I have even met a creature like you before? Er... I mean, before I met you."
Heather's eyes widen slightly with recognition. "Oh... You are a kitsune, right? From the other side of the world?"
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Yes I am. I come from a den in the forest of spirits. I will goo ask the cook to prepare two platters of the house special. She stands and walks to the kitchen door and speaks to the cook to request the meals and thanks him as well as pays him. She then returns to the table as she is changing back to her human form and has a seat.
My last mission was to assist the Black Rose family at their museum with a matter of killing a deamon. I do not mind listening to you.As fore Caitlyn I do not mind her she is pleasant to speak with. I hope to court you.
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Heather's eyes flash green for a second before reverting to their normal glow. "Oh my! A daemon, really!? Such outsiders are very dangerous. It is a good thing- Court...?" She looks at Yumiko a bit quizzically for about a minute or two before her eyes glow bright a couple of times.
Finally realizing what has been said, Heather looks down at the table. "I don't mean to be rude, but I don't think I... Lean that way. Shelyn does say to love all beauty as best as one can though." She looks at Yumiko a bit hesitantly. "Um... I don't know if one courts to be friends though, so I may be getting it wrong though." She finishes her sentence with a shrug.
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The door opens and a young man sticks his head through the door. He has half-long black hair and dark turquoise eyes. His skin is light tanned and is slightly glistening. He looks around the room with a slight nervous look on his face. "Can I come in?"
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The door opens and a young man sticks his head through the door. He has half-long black hair and dark turquoise eyes. His skin is light tanned and is slightly glistening. He looks around the room with a slight nervous look on his face. "Can I come in?"
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"All are welcome here, provided they hold no sinister intent."
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"Well I hope you have enough to feed someone like me", says the man as he enters the room and reveals him self as a centaur. His lower body has a bronze buckskin coat colour with black lower legs and black tail. He is wearing a leather armor/barding combination [Masterwork]. On his left hand he's wearing a leather glove. And on the back of his lower body is the answer for the glove. An eagle sits there and is looking around the room as Erik enters the room.
"My name is Erik Thunderhoof. I travelled all the way from Iobaria to you. For those who are wondering what my tribe says to this decision, my tribe got killed by an surprise attack of a group of cyclopses when I was eleven. A human rangeress called Tyrmir took care of me as I collapsed in front of her shed when I fled. She taught me everything about rangers. And one day I found Syr here." He turns around and pets the eagle who flaps with his wings in response. "He was a little chick which felt out of his nest. Mabye left behind or something. So took care of him and... yeah, here he is. And for those who asking themselves what happened to Tyrmir", his expression turns a little sad, "she committed suicide one night by jumping from a cliff."