Hello! My name is Serge. I'm a travelling musician, but I've had to resort to some... unsavory tactics to get what I need to get. I'm a really nice guy otherwise, though! I can get along with just about anyone, I'd say. Even people from other worlds, cuz...
The lady Riddel? Of Viper Manor? My god, I thought you were dead! ... well, not /dead/ per se but kind of imprisoned forever by an evil cat man who may or may not be trying to take over the world. Which is effectively dead! Hi! Do you remember me? The ridiculously noisy thief?
Oh, no. He never harmed me, I do not think that was ever his intention. Although, I did fear his presence…I do remember you Serge. It has been quite some time, has it not?
I DO remember that Lynx never harmed her. Just, you know, killed her father and locked her up in the basement or… something.
"It has been a while, hasn’t it?” I asked, leaning casually up against a wall. “A lot’s happened since then. Magil and Kid and I found Lynx, and I’m pretty sure he’s dead. We got the Frozen Flame, too. At some point.”
I paused as I recalled the events of that fateful night. I continued, “But then… well, we kind of… lost each other. And I’ve been searching for them for a long time. Have you seen Kid or Magil? They’re usually together.”
Sighing, she lightly shook her head. “I am afraid not. After all that transpired, I tired to keep what was left of the manor afloat. Do not fret, I’m sure you will find them.”
She wished she could have been better help, but frankly…after what she had been through it was hard enough to keep herself together. All of her companions had been through many trials, and she believed it was her duty to keep her composer around them.
I sighed deeply. Of course... no one had seen or heard from Kid and Magil in... however long I'd been searching for them. It just... wasn't the same without them.
"Yeah, I imagine rebuilding the manor after that collapse must have been... well, fun is a word I could use, but probably not the best choice for that.. ahaha..." I sheepishly scratched the back of my head.
The lady Riddel? Of Viper Manor? My god, I thought you were dead! ... well, not /dead/ per se but kind of imprisoned forever by an evil cat man who may or may not be trying to take over the world. Which is effectively dead! Hi! Do you remember me? The ridiculously noisy thief?
Oh, no. He never harmed me, I do not think that was ever his intention. Although, I did fear his presence…I do remember you Serge. It has been quite some time, has it not?
I DO remember that Lynx never harmed her. Just, you know, killed her father and locked her up in the basement or... something.
"It has been a while, hasn't it?" I asked, leaning casually up against a wall. "A lot's happened since then. Magil and Kid and I found Lynx, and I'm pretty sure he's dead. We got the Frozen Flame, too. At some point."
I paused as I recalled the events of that fateful night. I continued, "But then... well, we kind of... lost each other. And I've been searching for them for a long time. Have you seen Kid or Magil? They're usually together."
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I arrived in Crystal Barrow around sunset. The city looked like it was on fire, like the sun was lighting the whole place up. The lower sector looked almost like it had grown like a tree, still in tune with nature despite its manmade nature.
I wandered into what I assumed was the town square. People were still bustling about. Over down an alley, I saw a tavern.
Perfect.
Readjusting my pack, I made my way into the bar. Time to do some performing and drinking, and I'm all out of lutes.
Serge never really knew his father that much. Like his son, Serge's father was a wanderer. He was a sea captain of some sort, to fit in with the relationship of Serge in RD and Serge in CC.
Serge's mother inspired his musical talent. She was a regular attraction at the local tavern, a songstress. When he was young, he played the lute to accompany her. He soon picked up her songs and her musical stylings.
He's never really resented his father for his, as they say, bang and run. The man couldn't have known, right? And what use would it be in finding an old sea captain and saying "Hi, I'm your kid because you banged the hot tavern singer one time. LOVE ME, PAPA!"
For his mother, he loves her dearly. He only began to travel after she gave her okay. Most of the money he earns, he sends back home with a thoughtful note. He doesn't want to tell her that he's a thief.
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We figured it would be easier for everyone to meet in a common place, but it is not an obligation to set your roleplay in this location and it is not part of a specific plotline.
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About the City: Crystal Barrow is built on a mount and separated in two — lower town and upper town. Both are linked by the waterfall and a long flight of stairs.The main attractions of the upper town are around the small lake. In the very center can be found a fountain made of crystal — the town’s emblem.
The lower part of Crystal Barrow is calmer and the perfect area for nature lovers. You can find the best crafted goods that the upper town cannot offer. There is a small river that is open for swimmers and fishermen alike. Historic buildings with stained glass windows can provide entertainment for some.
Feel free to invent your own stories and old tales involving the town. Use your imagination! You can pick up jobs, explore, anything.
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Yikes! I recoiled quickly, before any claws got involved. I'd need to butter the kitty up before I got any scritches. I reached into my pack and pulled out a small bit of jerky. I offered it to the kitty, saying, "Would you like this?"
"Draggy!" I exclaimed, approaching the little Draggy critter. "I have a present for you!" I pulled out the wrapped box, and inside was... nothing.
"Ahahaha..." I said. "I um... well, it's a story. So sit your little butt down, and I'm gonna tell it to you!"
Once upon a time, in a lande called... um... Ol'... Nodi? Yeah. Ol' Nodi. In Ol' Nodi, dragons lived and scampered around and danced and stuff. And every winter, the people of Ol' Nodi had a celebration with gifts and burning large, wooden goats. ... Don't ask why.
One year, the goat wasn't there. The big wooden goat that they always burnt and danced around, it wasn't there! Someone had come in and stolen it!
The people and the dragons wept. How could they do happy merry winter celebration times with no goat to burn?
But there was one dragon, the youngest of them all, named... hmm... Ygarrd! Yeah. His name was Ygarrd. Ygarrd was like two months old, but because he was a dragon he could already walk and talk and spit fire. Ygarrd didn't give up hope when the goat was gone.
Ygarrd packed a measely little pack, filled with goat leg and cheese and a bottle of milk, and set out on a journey. It was well known to the people in Ol' Nodi that there was a fearsome, terrible mountain far to the north. They said that it was so cold, even the stone had turned to ice. And at the top of the mountain lived the most fearsome snow witch, umm...
... gimme a minute...
Her name... was... Kilsa? No, that's stupid. Um. Her name was... Elski? No, no. Her name was... uhh... Anelsa! Yes. Her name was Anelsa.
Anelsa was the Queen of Snow. It was told down in the heart of Ol' Nodi that Anelsa's own heart had frozen, and she herself was entirely made of ice. She was known to break into musical numbers. Her voice chilled the hearts of many.
Nevertheless, Ygarrd made his way up the frozen peak, his little dragony claws digging into the snow. If not for his thick scales and the little fire in his heart, Ygarrd surely would have frozen on his way there.
At the peak of the mountain stood Anelsa's frozen castle of ice. From within, Ygarrd could hear alarming organ music, and the frozen chilling voice of a woman with a heart of ice. He politely knocked on the door with his little dragony claws.
Anelsa opened the door. As Ygarrd had heard, she was a woman with icy blue skin, her hair frozen in tight braids along her scalp and trailing down her back. Her dress was white, like snow, sparkling as such.
"May I help you?" she asked. Her voice echoed through the castle like the howling winds of winter.
Ygarrd summoned up all his little dragony courage and replied, "I'm looking for our goat. Have you seen it?"
Anelsa's frozen face would have twisted in confusion at the word 'goat', if it were not made of ice. She said, "Goat?"
Ygarrd said, "Yes, our goat. It's a big goat made of wood and hay, and we burn it every year. Have you seen it?"
Anelsa cackled, her laugh like the sound of ice tinkling on ice. "A goat you burn every year?" she asked. "What use would I have for it?" Before Ygarrd could say anything, she said, "Were I to take your goat, and burn it, I would melt, and so would my castle and my mountain. Were I even to go down into southern Ol' Nodi, I would melt. Surely, you jest, little dragon child."
Ygarrd felt foolish for even considering it, when she put it like that. Even in the winter, Ol' Nodi was a rather warm place. A woman made of ice with a dress of snow would melt into a puddle. He asked, "Do you know who could have done this?"
Anelsa's frozen braids jangled as a gust of wind howled through her castle. She said, "There's a man to the south. You may have heard of him. His name is..." ... Shit. What's his name. His... his name...
Anelsa said, "His name is Max. He lives in a volcano to the south of here. He would have use of something to burn." So Ygarrd thanked her, and Anelsa invited the dragon to hear her sing. He obliged. Her songs were haunting and beautiful, with icy undertones.
Ygarrd travelled back down the mountain, and back across the vast plain that his dragonkin and human friends lived in, and made his way south. He had, in fact, heard of Max, as Anelsa had said. He was said to be made of brimstone and fire, and wouldn't hesitate to snap up a dragon for their inner flame. It was a delicacy in terms of fire. Like, candle fire is peasant fire, but dragon fire is like caviar in the world of fire.
Nevertheless, the goat was what made winter amazing. Ygarrd made his way up the volcano. This journey was less harsh than the journey up Anelsa's frozen mountain. His scales protected him from the heat of the volcano.
Once he reached the center, he attracted Max's attention. The man was not quite made of fire and brimstone, per se, but his armor was. He had fashioned armor of the same things that made his volcano.
"Excuse me," Ygarrd said. "Have you seen our goat?"
Max laughed at the notion. "Goat?!" he asked. "The same goat you drags set on fire every year?"
"Yes, that goat."
"Well, if it were here, the magma would've burnt it up already. Why would I even take your goat?" Ygarrd couldn't think of an appropriate answer. Anything that came to his mind would get him a stern tail smack from his den mother. Max said, "You'd have seen scorch marks from my armor if I had taken it, anyway."
"Do you know who could have taken it?"
"I would guess Anelsa."
"I already asked."
"... Did you?" Ygarrd nodded. Max furrowed his brow. "Huh. This seems like something she would do."
Ygarrd asked, "Is there anyone else?"
Max considered his options. He said, "Well, the wicked witch of the east got hit by a house, and the wicked witch of the west got a bucket of water thrown on her. And no one lives in any sub-cardinal direction. So your only options would be someone from the plains."
Someone from the plains?, Ygarrd thought. Who could do something like that? Regardless, Ygarrd thanked Max and made his way home. Max invited Ygarrd for cookies and milk. The milk was boiled, and the cookies were black as night. Ygarrd politely declined.
Ygarrd made his way home, and told the humans and the dragons what he had learned. He had learned that neither Anelsa nor Brand would take their goat, and that it had to be someone from here.
Just as people were about to begin hurling accusations, ... heck. Heck, umm... what's his name. Uhh... His name is...
Just as they were to start hurling accusations, umm... Goldoa, the chief dragon carpenter, arrived, towing the goat with him. He had explained that the goat just didn't look right, so he kept burning the prototypes before he completed the real one. There was no worry to be had.
But for his courage, and his wisdom, Ygarrd was named a dragon hero. And Anelsa and Max were invited to the burning of the goat. Both declined the offer, but sent theri thanks. Max sent a piece of the volcano, a stone that never stopped burning. Anelsa sent a sheet of ice that would never melt. When put into a record player, the most beautiful music drifted from within.
All in all, Ygarrd learned something important. Winter happiness isn't reliant on any goat being burnt. Winter happiness is about taking time with your friends and family, whether they be found or not.
"Allow me to sing you a song of your beauty." I pulled out my lute, then paused and said, "Ah, silly me. Nothing I could play could accurately describe you." I put the lute away and said, "Serge. Travelling musician, treasure hunter, that sort of thing."
She’s taken aback by his forwardness; his words cause her cheeks to heat up, and she shakes her head a bit so her hair falls into her face to hide them. It’s hard to find the words to reply… that is, until she hears his name. Leena pushes the fallen hair from her face and squints at him, looking for some resemblance to the man she called Serge, head tilting curiously. It can’t have been the same person, no, they must just share the same name. “Musician?” She manages after her brief shock, “must be hard for you, if you fall over yourself for average girls like me.” The small smile on her lips shows that, despite herself, what he said had given her quite the confidence boost.
Average? AVERAGE?! I couldn't help but stumble as she said average. "Heaven forbid!" I said. "Average?! Is that how you see yourself?" I shook my head. "Have you looked at yourself lately? You're absolutely stunning, and you're modest about it. And I'm sure you have an absolutely beautiful name, to match your absolutely beautiful self."
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