He continues the smile, but eventually returns to a neutral expression as his companions ride aboard the Viscountess' carriage. He moves along toward the carriage, opting to sit with the folk inside of the carriage proper, yet he edges to sit directly to the carriage's exit. He adjusts his greatsword sheathe to be removed and then reattached to his hip. He hums silently a prayer to his patron Forge God, looking for a tranquil journey frought with silence and a much needed break from the sounds of war.
Afterwards, the Half-Tengu spends the rest of his time on being alert for any threats that arise, occasionally looking out from the moving carriage via opening its attached doors, closing it soon after to not delay the carriage's movements. His facial expression seems relaxed, and his muscular form slips to becoming rather tender to feel less reluctant on the harrowing journey.
Does Akome's ability to perceive around him yield any results?
Either way, Akome freely accepts the breeze as they begin their travel, his white-hair with the crimson-tipped streaks along where hair-bangs would be flow freely from the pushing winds. He seems relaxed, but cannot shake the fact that his greatsword will be put to use anytime soon during these travels. Unsure of such repercussions, he silently continues to devote short prayers of worship and guidance to his Forge God patron.
You notice that the road is already stone-paved and not made of dirt.
When not dozing Basho amuses himself using Gust to send dust swirling into complex three-dimensional patterns, and Produce Flame to send flames dancing around his knuckles, in a similar manner to magicians doing coin tricks on street corners..
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Takayano Akome
Akome looks at the stone-paved road for some time, uninterested with the going-ons with the people in the carriage lest his partymates' existences. He quietly hums a tune his mother taught him, modifying it to symbolize a quiet and even more somber message. Upon hearing the Viscountess Haru's words spoken in some time, he faces up to look directly toward her, "This might be a dumb question, but how come the roads here are now stone-paved opposed to the dirt roads we crossed along?" He says, the unconsciously charismatic tone audible once more. He looks genuinely in Viscountess Haru, almost looking through her with his crimson eyes.
Either in any response, Akome makes slight strap adjustments to his greatsword sheathe to be secured, and lightly begins to work on pieces of the still-broken scale armour worn on his person, taking it off to reveal crimson-dyed leathers for clothes, and a cotton undertunic coloured a dark yellow be seeable.
Smith's tools proficiency check to see how well Akome can continue to repair his armor, and in a moving carriage, no less: 16
Roll result: You manage to repair the armor slightly, but not enough that it would be as good as it was brand-new.
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"Well, we nobles were just about to put a stone-paved road all over the Kingdom but due to a sudden invasion, all construction has been put to a halt. My territory (the land the next village is on) was the first to start the project, hence, my land is the only one that currently has it."
Akome immerses himself with the destination in sight. He stows his Smith's Tools back, satisfied with his work in repairing the scale mail. He stretches his muscular arms, returning his gaze to the Viscountess soon afterward to reply, "I guess that could help if we get lost, although the same could probably be said for our enemies, right?" Akome says, finding it still hard to believe that he was thrust into the middle of a war, still unaware of the repercussions of what he says out-loud.
He lets the rest of his companions to ask their own questions if need be. He spends the rest of his time looking forward to their destination, as keen as his eyes and periphery can go. The greatsword is half-drawn on the sheathe, feeling the sense that it might be used anytime soon in this environment.
Akome immerses himself with the destination in sight. He stows his Smith's Tools back, satisfied with his work in repairing the scale mail. He stretches his muscular arms, returning his gaze to the Viscountess soon afterward to reply, "I guess that could help if we get lost, although the same could probably be said for our enemies, right?" Akome says, finding it still hard to believe that he was thrust into the middle of a war, still unaware of the repercussions of what he says out-loud.
He lets the rest of his companions to ask their own questions if need be. He spends the rest of his time looking forward to their destination, as keen as his eyes and periphery can go. The greatsword is half-drawn on the sheathe, feeling the sense that it might be used anytime soon in this environment.
Viscountess Haru: "I suppose, revealing some information for this quest right now would help you all with succeeding on finishing it."
[She looks at basho who was trying to get all the information he could get.]
Viscountess Haru: "As for the beginning of her highness' plan of reclaimation, I am told to tell you all only the bare minimum of information.
I will answer only the questions that fit the criteria of being on the topic of "bare minimum". "
Basho nods towards the Viscountess, playing with fire to keep his hands busy. ‘What can you tell us? It’s clear we won’t be waging war, so you must have something more subtle in mind for our talents?’
Salgim the Sparrow sliced through the air above the military procession. The winds splitting both over and under his wings while he glided. His body propelled higher with every beat of his powerful wings. How else could they be described but, "Powerful?" He felt true pity for all the souls below him who's arms would never catapult their own bodies through the sky, and a kinship to any and all creatures who could.
But, Salgim was very aware that there was indeed such a thing as too much of a good thing. Plus, he found himself wondering about what the Viscountess and his companions were discussing, now that they had been traveling for some time. At least long enough for the roads to change.
Pinning his wings back against his body, he dove down towards the carriage he knew carried his companions. His wings sprung open in time to send him into a masterful gliding landing on the windowsill of the carriage. His tiny bird body starting a shiver at his head that ran down in a wave all the way to his feet. An involuntary reaction of his body finally coming to rest. Turning his head towards his left wing, he plucked out a tiny piece of debris from beneath said wing, before dispersing it out of the window. Finally with a hop, and fluttering of wings, he crossed over Basho's lap into an empty seat next to him, before transforming into his human form.
"Surely what you plan to use us for falls under the 'bare minimum' we need to know?" He asked smartly, having over heard their exchange of words while he perched on the window.
"As I have told you before, our Kingdom's army is short on hands at the moment. But that is not the only issue right now, her majesty; Empress Kyo has also been going around searching for any hero-class adventures to help with that but has had no luck in her search.
And that was when she called me and gave me the task of recuiting some adventurers.
As to why I recruited you four, I can sense auras and I saw that you four have hidden potential for combat in the battlefield."
"Combat in the—Battlefield? But I'm not even close to what could be considered adulthood. Is this aura really what makes us few different? I am happy to aid a cause, but bloodshed is a bit too much for me, I think," Akome replies in a steadfast flow of his tone, showing his concern over their objective. Why would a young man, no less a smith who dedicates a part of their life to a god, be chosen as the few who are reliable in battle? He thinks to himself, his expression shifting quickly from being surprised to hesitation, feeling the reluctancy of going forward.
He returns his eyes toward his companions, hoping their reply would be comforting his decision. He shifts uncomfortably while sitting at the edge of the carriage's seats near its doors. His hair ruffles back, but the wolf-ears flap down while he is disheartened. He mutters an incantation to his God, searching for guidance in where his profession would not apply to aid him directly.
Basho nods his agreement. ‘I’m not sure how much use I’d be on a battlefield either. I’m a fisherman with a habit of finding myself in positions where I need to use both subtle, and sometimes less-subtle, problem solving skills...’ he pauses to take a breath, before continuing, ‘It’s not that I don’t enjoy a challenge, but I’m not a soldier.’
Human hand slapping down on to his knee, Salgim's head tossed back in a bark of laughter. Or rather, it sounded more reminiscent of squawking! "Surely that must be the essence of our aura's," he spat the words out between his laughter. "the tie's that bind us!" Another bout of squawking laughter erupted, shaking his whole body.
"Ah..Salgim needed a good belly laugh." He sighed, wiping a tear from his cheek, his body settling still. Looking now to his companions faces, he understood he might be being uncouth. Both Basho, and young Akome seemed genuinely perturbed by the prospect of being utilized specifically for battle.
"Salgim does not mean to make jest, or be rude. You see, it's only funny because it's true." He began explaining, grinning widely. "Salgim shares your thoughts friends. He could never be a soldier" He waves his hand flippantly as if swatting the concept away. "Too much discipline required." He swats away another invisible concept.
"Do not be disheartened friends. You are good men. Salgim cannot see aura's, but he can see this." He nods his head knowingly, meeting eyes with each man. "In Salgim's years, he has seen that good men tend to fight the hardest!"
"Besides!" He nudges Basho's arm with his elbow. "The Viscountess said it herself, she was sent in search of not soldiers, but heroes!"
He laughs once more, though a great deal more controlled this time. "Salgim for one, is put at ease by the caliber of hero's he has found himself tied to."
The notice the soldiers on the carriages that are behind and in-front of yours start to glare at your party.
Making it clear that making fun of or rather, laughing at someone was one thing, but laughing at or making fun of someone that is of noble or royal blood was a serious thing.
"Ya know, the people that she had recruited before reacted the same but they ended being quite a group of fighters on the battlefield." A soldier, that was holding the reins for the horses of your carriage said.
Unaware that he was making fun of anyone other than himself and his companions, Salgim frowned pointedly at any soldier glaring that caught his eyes.
"There is another example of why Salgim could not be a soldier." He says smiling, jutting his head in indication at the glaring eyes. "Salgim does not possess the temperament."
"Ya know, the people that she had recruited before reacted the same but they ended being quite a group of fighters on the battlefield."
He heard one of the carriage driving soldiers call back from the reins. "Salgim does not doubt it and believes the Viscountess has a very discerning eye. As Salgim said, good men fight hard. What he did not say.." His gaze passes once again over the soldiers that glared at his party, though not unkindly. "Is that good men dont always follow orders. Maybe soldiers and nobles would see this as a fault. Salgim views it as the opposite."
Purposely not looking to the Viscountess, he decides it might be best to stop talking. If only for his companions sake. "Salgim talks too much. This is always true. He does not mean to offend, he only ever desires to speak freely. Salgim apologizes to you Akome and Basho, for drawing any undeserved ire upon us." He speaks these last words overly loud for the benefit of any who cared to listen.
Akome seems to be genuinely put at his own form of ease as Salgim does his outburst of his own dialogue. A smirk crawls up to his facial expression, although a small tear falls from his cheek into his right hand's palm. Facing himself toward Salgim, slightly teary-eyed, "I have to thank you, Salgim; you might speak too much, but it comes off as genuine to me. I don't see any problem with bringing attention to us, so long as our companionship lasts even but a day longer," Akome says, his tone lighter to signify being near to a happy form of sadness, though he contains it for not to affect their journey.
The Wolf-Tengu snaps back to look at his party, realizing how short they have only come from, yet the strings of fate will stretch on long enough for them to see the other side, he hopes. He silently thanks his patron god, returning to himself as he stares at the sheathed hilt of his greatsword, now accepting the possibility of being thrust into the battlefield. There is still reluctancy that is visible, but perhaps by his companion's side by side, he will stand with them for tyranny to be brought towards justice.
He shifts now comfortably on his seat, awaiting for their destination in their peripheral vision into view, glancing towards his party, and then to the greatsword before switching his attention to the road ahead, hoping not to see the shadow of his reluctant side behind them as they carry forth in the carriage.
Viscountess Haru: "Either way, I do not mind comments like that. I believe in the fact that everyone has the right to have their own opinion, after all."
[Dawn has now arrived]
You find it hard to see the face of the Viscountess due to the lack of good lighting inside the carriage.
As the whole caravan continued to travel a group of the aforementioned "traitors" have set up a barricade on the road ahead.
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Basho nods his thanks to Salgrim. 'I can struggle to frame things as eloquently. Thank you. We're a little more plain spoken where I come from, but I think you speak truly. We may well become fierce opponents, but we won't necessarily work well as a disciplined force.'
As they become aware of the barricade ahead, Basho starts to look around, seeing if it's a distraction from the real threat.
You notice that the road is already stone-paved and not made of dirt.
"Let the game begin..."
-Sora, No Game No Life
When not dozing Basho amuses himself using Gust to send dust swirling into complex three-dimensional patterns, and Produce Flame to send flames dancing around his knuckles, in a similar manner to magicians doing coin tricks on street corners..
Viscountess Haru: "I guess now is a great time for answering some questions."
"Let the game begin..."
-Sora, No Game No Life
Takayano Akome
Akome looks at the stone-paved road for some time, uninterested with the going-ons with the people in the carriage lest his partymates' existences. He quietly hums a tune his mother taught him, modifying it to symbolize a quiet and even more somber message. Upon hearing the Viscountess Haru's words spoken in some time, he faces up to look directly toward her, "This might be a dumb question, but how come the roads here are now stone-paved opposed to the dirt roads we crossed along?" He says, the unconsciously charismatic tone audible once more. He looks genuinely in Viscountess Haru, almost looking through her with his crimson eyes.
Either in any response, Akome makes slight strap adjustments to his greatsword sheathe to be secured, and lightly begins to work on pieces of the still-broken scale armour worn on his person, taking it off to reveal crimson-dyed leathers for clothes, and a cotton undertunic coloured a dark yellow be seeable.
Smith's tools proficiency check to see how well Akome can continue to repair his armor, and in a moving carriage, no less: 16
Roll result: You manage to repair the armor slightly, but not enough that it would be as good as it was brand-new.
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"Well, we nobles were just about to put a stone-paved road all over the Kingdom but due to a sudden invasion, all construction has been put to a halt. My territory (the land the next village is on) was the first to start the project, hence, my land is the only one that currently has it."
"Let the game begin..."
-Sora, No Game No Life
As the Q&A went on, your destination has slowly but surely appeared within your peripheral vissions.
"Let the game begin..."
-Sora, No Game No Life
Takayano Akome
Akome immerses himself with the destination in sight. He stows his Smith's Tools back, satisfied with his work in repairing the scale mail. He stretches his muscular arms, returning his gaze to the Viscountess soon afterward to reply, "I guess that could help if we get lost, although the same could probably be said for our enemies, right?" Akome says, finding it still hard to believe that he was thrust into the middle of a war, still unaware of the repercussions of what he says out-loud.
He lets the rest of his companions to ask their own questions if need be. He spends the rest of his time looking forward to their destination, as keen as his eyes and periphery can go. The greatsword is half-drawn on the sheathe, feeling the sense that it might be used anytime soon in this environment.
Viscountess Haru: "I suppose, revealing some information for this quest right now would help you all with succeeding on finishing it."
[She looks at basho who was trying to get all the information he could get.]
Viscountess Haru: "As for the beginning of her highness' plan of reclaimation, I am told to tell you all only the bare minimum of information.
I will answer only the questions that fit the criteria of being on the topic of "bare minimum". "
"Let the game begin..."
-Sora, No Game No Life
Basho nods towards the Viscountess, playing with fire to keep his hands busy. ‘What can you tell us? It’s clear we won’t be waging war, so you must have something more subtle in mind for our talents?’
Salgim the Sparrow sliced through the air above the military procession. The winds splitting both over and under his wings while he glided. His body propelled higher with every beat of his powerful wings. How else could they be described but, "Powerful?" He felt true pity for all the souls below him who's arms would never catapult their own bodies through the sky, and a kinship to any and all creatures who could.
But, Salgim was very aware that there was indeed such a thing as too much of a good thing. Plus, he found himself wondering about what the Viscountess and his companions were discussing, now that they had been traveling for some time. At least long enough for the roads to change.
Pinning his wings back against his body, he dove down towards the carriage he knew carried his companions. His wings sprung open in time to send him into a masterful gliding landing on the windowsill of the carriage. His tiny bird body starting a shiver at his head that ran down in a wave all the way to his feet. An involuntary reaction of his body finally coming to rest. Turning his head towards his left wing, he plucked out a tiny piece of debris from beneath said wing, before dispersing it out of the window. Finally with a hop, and fluttering of wings, he crossed over Basho's lap into an empty seat next to him, before transforming into his human form.
"Surely what you plan to use us for falls under the 'bare minimum' we need to know?" He asked smartly, having over heard their exchange of words while he perched on the window.
"As I have told you before, our Kingdom's army is short on hands at the moment. But that is not the only issue right now, her majesty; Empress Kyo has also been going around searching for any hero-class adventures to help with that but has had no luck in her search.
And that was when she called me and gave me the task of recuiting some adventurers.
As to why I recruited you four, I can sense auras and I saw that you four have hidden potential for combat in the battlefield."
"Let the game begin..."
-Sora, No Game No Life
Takayano Akome
"Combat in the—Battlefield? But I'm not even close to what could be considered adulthood. Is this aura really what makes us few different? I am happy to aid a cause, but bloodshed is a bit too much for me, I think," Akome replies in a steadfast flow of his tone, showing his concern over their objective. Why would a young man, no less a smith who dedicates a part of their life to a god, be chosen as the few who are reliable in battle? He thinks to himself, his expression shifting quickly from being surprised to hesitation, feeling the reluctancy of going forward.
He returns his eyes toward his companions, hoping their reply would be comforting his decision. He shifts uncomfortably while sitting at the edge of the carriage's seats near its doors. His hair ruffles back, but the wolf-ears flap down while he is disheartened. He mutters an incantation to his God, searching for guidance in where his profession would not apply to aid him directly.
Basho nods his agreement. ‘I’m not sure how much use I’d be on a battlefield either. I’m a fisherman with a habit of finding myself in positions where I need to use both subtle, and sometimes less-subtle, problem solving skills...’ he pauses to take a breath, before continuing, ‘It’s not that I don’t enjoy a challenge, but I’m not a soldier.’
Human hand slapping down on to his knee, Salgim's head tossed back in a bark of laughter. Or rather, it sounded more reminiscent of squawking! "Surely that must be the essence of our aura's," he spat the words out between his laughter. "the tie's that bind us!" Another bout of squawking laughter erupted, shaking his whole body.
"Ah..Salgim needed a good belly laugh." He sighed, wiping a tear from his cheek, his body settling still. Looking now to his companions faces, he understood he might be being uncouth. Both Basho, and young Akome seemed genuinely perturbed by the prospect of being utilized specifically for battle.
"Salgim does not mean to make jest, or be rude. You see, it's only funny because it's true." He began explaining, grinning widely. "Salgim shares your thoughts friends. He could never be a soldier" He waves his hand flippantly as if swatting the concept away. "Too much discipline required." He swats away another invisible concept.
"Do not be disheartened friends. You are good men. Salgim cannot see aura's, but he can see this." He nods his head knowingly, meeting eyes with each man. "In Salgim's years, he has seen that good men tend to fight the hardest!"
"Besides!" He nudges Basho's arm with his elbow. "The Viscountess said it herself, she was sent in search of not soldiers, but heroes!"
He laughs once more, though a great deal more controlled this time. "Salgim for one, is put at ease by the caliber of hero's he has found himself tied to."
The notice the soldiers on the carriages that are behind and in-front of yours start to glare at your party.
Making it clear that making fun of or rather, laughing at someone was one thing, but laughing at or making fun of someone that is of noble or royal blood was a serious thing.
"Ya know, the people that she had recruited before reacted the same but they ended being quite a group of fighters on the battlefield." A soldier, that was holding the reins for the horses of your carriage said.
"Let the game begin..."
-Sora, No Game No Life
Unaware that he was making fun of anyone other than himself and his companions, Salgim frowned pointedly at any soldier glaring that caught his eyes.
"There is another example of why Salgim could not be a soldier." He says smiling, jutting his head in indication at the glaring eyes. "Salgim does not possess the temperament."
"Ya know, the people that she had recruited before reacted the same but they ended being quite a group of fighters on the battlefield."
He heard one of the carriage driving soldiers call back from the reins. "Salgim does not doubt it and believes the Viscountess has a very discerning eye. As Salgim said, good men fight hard. What he did not say.." His gaze passes once again over the soldiers that glared at his party, though not unkindly. "Is that good men dont always follow orders. Maybe soldiers and nobles would see this as a fault. Salgim views it as the opposite."
Purposely not looking to the Viscountess, he decides it might be best to stop talking. If only for his companions sake. "Salgim talks too much. This is always true. He does not mean to offend, he only ever desires to speak freely. Salgim apologizes to you Akome and Basho, for drawing any undeserved ire upon us." He speaks these last words overly loud for the benefit of any who cared to listen.
Takayano Akome
Akome seems to be genuinely put at his own form of ease as Salgim does his outburst of his own dialogue. A smirk crawls up to his facial expression, although a small tear falls from his cheek into his right hand's palm. Facing himself toward Salgim, slightly teary-eyed, "I have to thank you, Salgim; you might speak too much, but it comes off as genuine to me. I don't see any problem with bringing attention to us, so long as our companionship lasts even but a day longer," Akome says, his tone lighter to signify being near to a happy form of sadness, though he contains it for not to affect their journey.
The Wolf-Tengu snaps back to look at his party, realizing how short they have only come from, yet the strings of fate will stretch on long enough for them to see the other side, he hopes. He silently thanks his patron god, returning to himself as he stares at the sheathed hilt of his greatsword, now accepting the possibility of being thrust into the battlefield. There is still reluctancy that is visible, but perhaps by his companion's side by side, he will stand with them for tyranny to be brought towards justice.
He shifts now comfortably on his seat, awaiting for their destination in their peripheral vision into view, glancing towards his party, and then to the greatsword before switching his attention to the road ahead, hoping not to see the shadow of his reluctant side behind them as they carry forth in the carriage.
Viscountess Haru: "Either way, I do not mind comments like that. I believe in the fact that everyone has the right to have their own opinion, after all."
[Dawn has now arrived]
You find it hard to see the face of the Viscountess due to the lack of good lighting inside the carriage.
As the whole caravan continued to travel a group of the aforementioned "traitors" have set up a barricade on the road ahead.
"Let the game begin..."
-Sora, No Game No Life
Basho nods his thanks to Salgrim. 'I can struggle to frame things as eloquently. Thank you. We're a little more plain spoken where I come from, but I think you speak truly. We may well become fierce opponents, but we won't necessarily work well as a disciplined force.'
As they become aware of the barricade ahead, Basho starts to look around, seeing if it's a distraction from the real threat.
Perception: 20
At the sight of the barricade ahead Salgim says, "Whats this now?" And pokes his head out of the carriage window to get a better view of the barricade.
Perception: 13