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Sorin took all of this in. Musing his thoughts away while he continues to search through the box. "Fascinating. Here I thought that Dragons were a rather proud race. To stick in their own ways to respect other races, let alone raise anything but their own. This land is quite a mystery. Everything is... What's the phrase? Topsy turvy? It's strange to say the least."

"What is a Lacrima? I am unfamiliar with that term. You said people are... Infusing themselves with it? How does that work?" Sorin looked to Nasuca, his curiosity getting the better of him. He had never heard the term before. If people were getting magic from them... Learning entire systems of magic... Why didn't everyone do such a thing? Why were there people without magic at all?

"I am noticing a lot of things related to dragons. A particular area of study? It is quite difficult to defeat one of those if that is your aim." He rifled through the various papers and things. "I would know..." He said solemnly. As if remembering a moment he wished to forget. Implying that he has killed a dragon but he deeply regretted it. "Poor Cadmus..." He winced upon saying the name.

He continued looking through the box. Absentmindedly looking through the papers. And books. He wasn't sure what her connection to dragons was... Had one burned her home down? Was it a passing fancy like an area of study? Or something more?"

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It was the first genuine reaction Nasuca would've seen from Sorin. For once he had heard something that genuinely threw him off balance. "I'm sorry. I fear I misheard you. Could you repeat that?" In Truth there was no way he misheard Nasuca. His vampiric hearing would make sure of that. But perhaps she misspoke.

"Did you say some of you were raised by dragons and you've had to slay some of them?" In Truth slaying a dragon was a difficult task. Even for someone of enhanced physical ability such as himself. So the thought that these humans were able to do it without training or enhancements?

"I am noticing a lot of things related to dragons. A particular area of study? It is quite difficult to defeat one of those if that is your aim." He rifled through the various papers and things. "I would know..." He said solemnly. As if remembering a moment he wished to forget. Implying that he has killed a dragon but he deeply regretted it. "Poor Cadmus..." He winced upon saying the name.

He continued looking through the box. Absentmindedly looking through the papers. And books. He wasn't sure what her connection to dragons was... Had one burned her home down? Was it a passing fancy like an area of study? Or something more?"

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Jace Beleren, a master tactician, friend to all, and a brilliant mind. Will you befriend the genius? or will you be lost in the tides of creation?

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"Oh yeah, for sure, but the idea tickles me in a certain type of way you know? Like, a sword and a hang gun aren't gonna cut it against say... A dragon. But You slap silver bullets into an LMG or maybe even a high powered sniper rifle like a 50 BMG? That dragon is done for." The smile that continued to tease his lips was the kind of a kid who just hurt the funniest joke and was really trying hard to not laugh hysterically.

"But as for tinctures and potions and subtlety? I absolutely understand. Sadly potions and tinctures I have to source naturally. My magic can't make living things. Or things that were recently alive. So things of that sort O need to make myself. Hence the book I managed to get to you." No magic was perfect. Not even his.

"Into The Blue" Closed RP With @the-expatriate

Tonight was dragging on like always. Every major hunt was like that. So much work, tracking, note taking, double checking to make sure no detail was missed. The man was methodical at the very least. That's what made him good at his job. Usually a thankless endeavor, but it kept people safe.

Tonight's quarry wasn't your usual animal, beast, or any relatively sane creature. The man was hunting a vampire. A lesser vampire to be exact, but one that had been encroaching on a town. It was getting all too comfortable with being around civilians. That made it dangerous. People would chalk it up to a serial killer. It was hard for people to see the truth, and those who did were labeled as crazy. It was easier than accepting the fact that they weren't at the top of the food chain.

The man had been tracking his quarry for two days. Something seemed off about this specimen. It wasn't behaving as it should. This made the man's usual hunting method less effective than it should be. The monster shouldn't be acting this way, it had some sort of secret... Though that didn't make any sense. These things ran on pure instinct, hunt and eat people. Sure they were a little more careful than say a ghoul... But they didn't have a mind, or thoughts. The man jotted his thoughts down in his notebook.

He sniffed the air, smelling a coming storm. He had to act quickly before the rain came down and he lost the vampire's trail. He followed the trail to the edge of town, cursing under his breath. The beast was in town. He had to act quickly or someone else was going to die.

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"I am noticing a lot of things related to dragons. A particular area of study? It is quite difficult to defeat one of those if that is your aim." He rifled through the various papers and things. "I would know..." He said solemnly. As if remembering a moment he wished to forget. Implying that he has killed a dragon but he deeply regretted it. "Poor Cadmus..." He winced upon saying the name.

He continued looking through the box. Absentmindedly looking through the papers. And books. He wasn't sure what her connection to dragons was... Had one burned her home down? Was it a passing fancy like an area of study? Or something more?"

"Of course. I don't mind at all."

Without so much as a hint of frustration, Sorin was by her side lifting boxes on top of each other to make less trips. He helped her haul all of the boxes to the living room so they had more area to scour through the boxes for even the hint of a map.

Would it be easier to just purchase a new one? Sure. But that wasn't the point. He dared not point that out. He didn't know of her current financial status, and for be it from him to do so. Being rich yourself doesn't give you the right to lord your money over others. And then a thought occurred to him that made the corners of his lips upturn into a smile. He was poor here.

That thought would drive anyone else to fear of the future, but it brought him a strange sense of comfort. He had no ties, no connections to his past life. Sure also none of the comforts, but not every situation was perfect.

Sorin continued to help Nasuca with the boxes. Seemingly without effort despite how heavy any particular box could have been. He also didn't seem to huff or puff with any of the exertion. If Nasuca was paying attention to his movements, she might find it odd that he didn't seem to breathe like a normal person. Sure he breathed, but I'm not with the exertions of a normal human when lifting and moving things.

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Garruk followed the well worn trail to a path that led away from the river, but continued to follow in its direction. There was a path between two high rock faces that quickly led to what seemed to be an old tattered wall. The path letting them off near the corner of the stone divider. Behind it seemed like ancient remnants of buildings perhaps a small village or something of the like.

Scattered about were many spirit shrines hewn from rock and standing as almost lampposts. Lights still glowing inside them from their spiritual hosts. Or maybe they were oddly colored flash flies. One would have to investigate to be sure.

Garruk took a left, leaning to go past the left side of the corner to continue his pathing. It did seem like he had a bit more experience navigating the Shrine Ruins hunting grounds.

The Two Hunters |MH AU|

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Garruk's eyes went wide as he saw her get hurt. Alasdair slept into action immediately. Launching himself at one of the men. The direwolf clamping down on his shoulder, threatening to bite his entire shoulder off.

"OGISTUNE!"

He yelled, Breaking into a full blown sprint. His voice breaking into a full blown battle roar. His aura flared up with his roar; a barbarians rage. Did he grow... Larger?

"RAAAAAGH!"

The forest around them seemed to be whipped into a frenzy. The quiet forest seemed to match his rage. As if every creature in the surrounding area felt his pain and responded with fury.

Axe in hand he cleaved the first man to meet him in two. He let out an ear piercing roar that displayed his rage.

Strangers in a Strange Land

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It was a beautiful day outside and Ogistune felt the need to take advantage of it. Usually, it was too cold or the snow was way too hard but now, the snow was quite soft and pliant with the sun giving a nice bit of heat to the land. These were the days she loved more than anything cause it meant she could go to her favorite hot spring spot and relax for a bit.

Her home was in the middle of a vast field with animals grazing along lazily but surrounding them was a heavy, thick forest that shielded them from the outside. The mountains lining the horizons were massive and all encompassing; meeting in the middle to create the valley she lived in with her father. With a huff, Ogi would grab her clothes and start to get them on. Once she put on her kimono and heavy jacket, all pure white, she would grab a small bag and walked out, blending into the background with ease.

She would hurry into the forested mountainside to the hotsprings.

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Sorin smiled. He had a pretty good idea of what could have been in the box. If her reaction was anything to gauge... But he didn't have to gauge, he peeked when she opened the box. He pretended not to notice, wiping the smile off his face as quickly as it had come.

"Alright then... Let's see what's in box number two, shall we?" He opened the box deftly, peering in to see what's inside.

"Of course. I don't mind at all."

Without so much as a hint of frustration, Sorin was by her side lifting boxes on top of each other to make less trips. He helped her haul all of the boxes to the living room so they had more area to scour through the boxes for even the hint of a map.

Would it be easier to just purchase a new one? Sure. But that wasn't the point. He dared not point that out. He didn't know of her current financial status, and for be it from him to do so. Being rich yourself doesn't give you the right to lord your money over others. And then a thought occurred to him that made the corners of his lips upturn into a smile. He was poor here.

That thought would drive anyone else to fear of the future, but it brought him a strange sense of comfort. He had no ties, no connections to his past life. Sure also none of the comforts, but not every situation was perfect.

Sorin continued to help Nasuca with the boxes. Seemingly without effort despite how heavy any particular box could have been. He also didn't seem to huff or puff with any of the exertion. If Nasuca was paying attention to his movements, she might find it odd that he didn't seem to breathe like a normal person. Sure he breathed, but I'm not with the exertions of a normal human when lifting and moving things.

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"Thankfully I don't think there has been a Hunter fatality in a long number of years. Though I have heard stories of some hunters getting close. Sadly most monster fatalities are... What is the word they used? Civolin...? Civilian! That's the one."

Hunters are the only line of defense against monsters. Most people are able to coexist with them, and are unbothered by most monsters. But those that become a threat, whether to people or resources, are usually dealt with. Though the Hunter's Guild is strict about pouching and wanton slaying, they are insistent about maintaining a proper balance. Only eliminating monsters that must be slain.

Hunters that use their weapons to slay monsters that the guild has not authorized for hunts, are deemed poachers. Guild knights are sent to arrest or dispatch the Hunter. Poaching is seen as a grave crime. They take their talk about harmony in nature seriously.

"Though I believe we are the first to take on this quest. The guild would have been informed that this was an Apex Royal Ludroth and been assigned to someone more... Qualified. But I never shy from a challenge! We could make an entire armor set from this one! What do you say we finish this job?"

The Two Hunters |MH AU|

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"I believe it's more of a guild protection thing. Three rescues signify that you are not ready for the hunt or the monster is too strong."

The core principle of the hunters guild and the research commission is to maintain a balance with nature. Monsters that are disrupting the balance of nature or the ecosystem have quests put out for their elimination or capture. But hunters use parts obtained from the monsters they kill to craft better gear to then take on more dangerous threats.

"I am glad you are alright. If you need assistance, I am here." Garruk began scouting the area. Looking at traces that the monster left behind. Picking up a scale or two. "A few pieces towards a new sword..." He mumbled. Placing the pieces into a second satchel he had. "Are you ready to continue?"

The Two Hunters |MH AU|

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Garruk gripped the letter. A war raging in his mind. He did not believe Ogistune a monster. But this letter spoke of ending her as if she was some waste to be thrown out. Like the scraps of yesterday's hunt. Discarded and abandoned... Forgotten.

No. Absolutely not.

They. will. not. harm. Her.

The smell of Iron was apparent. He was not alone. He wasn't quite sure what that other smell was. Rotten eggs? He crushed the letter in his hands, dropping it to the ground. The rage, already burning in his throat. He could feel A barbarians rage welling up inside him. Ready to be unleashed at a moment's notice. Something he hasn't made use of in quite some time. This made Alasdair a little concerned... If not uneasy.

He turned around and began stomping back towards Ogi's hut. Grabbing his axe off of his back, he began trudging back through the snow, the pair searching for any kind of threat. Alasdair immediately falling in line with his master's intentions.

Strangers in a Strange Land

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It was a beautiful day outside and Ogistune felt the need to take advantage of it. Usually, it was too cold or the snow was way too hard but now, the snow was quite soft and pliant with the sun giving a nice bit of heat to the land. These were the days she loved more than anything cause it meant she could go to her favorite hot spring spot and relax for a bit.

Her home was in the middle of a vast field with animals grazing along lazily but surrounding them was a heavy, thick forest that shielded them from the outside. The mountains lining the horizons were massive and all encompassing; meeting in the middle to create the valley she lived in with her father. With a huff, Ogi would grab her clothes and start to get them on. Once she put on her kimono and heavy jacket, all pure white, she would grab a small bag and walked out, blending into the background with ease.

She would hurry into the forested mountainside to the hotsprings.

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Jace smiled. "Great! It looks like this nest is taken care of, but just in case there are stragglers..." Jace snapped his fingers and something appeared in his hand. He placed the object inside a hole in the ground that the Nekkers came out of. There was a small popping sound, almost as if from a minor suppressed explosion. The man nodded, smiling with satisfaction.

He waved a hand, a pulse of arcane energy forming a blue symbol around his hand. "I use creation magic. I can just pop things into reality." He spoke as if it weren't a big deal. Like it was just... A normal everyday fact about life. Like that leaves were green or the sky was blue.

The sigil disappeared and a toy race car appeared in his hands. One of the fancy metal ones that kids are always playing with on tracks. "There's quite a bit of nuance to it, but it really comes in handy." He handed the man the car with a smile. "It's also fun to just give people stuff I make. Spread a little joy you know?

Jace looked around, getting his bearings from the fight with the Nekkers, and waved for Leon to follow him as they began walking back to town.

Jace nodded pondering what the newly introduced Leon had said. "Guild? Huh. I'm not familiar with any guilds. I feel like I would have heard of one operating in the area..." He mused to himself for a moment. "I did come from a town not too far from here. He pulled out his cell phone. No signal. A curse in a foreign language exited the man's lips. "When do I ever have a signal on a hunt? I really should invest in a satellite phone..." He turned his attention back to Leon.

"Well I did come from a town. I usually make it a point to establish a base of operations in a motel or something similar as I work on a hunt. Are you lost? We can go back together."

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"Of course. I don't mind at all."

Without so much as a hint of frustration, Sorin was by her side lifting boxes on top of each other to make less trips. He helped her haul all of the boxes to the living room so they had more area to scour through the boxes for even the hint of a map.

Would it be easier to just purchase a new one? Sure. But that wasn't the point. He dared not point that out. He didn't know of her current financial status, and for be it from him to do so. Being rich yourself doesn't give you the right to lord your money over others. And then a thought occurred to him that made the corners of his lips upturn into a smile. He was poor here.

That thought would drive anyone else to fear of the future, but it brought him a strange sense of comfort. He had no ties, no connections to his past life. Sure also none of the comforts, but not every situation was perfect.

Sorin continued to help Nasuca with the boxes. Seemingly without effort despite how heavy any particular box could have been. He also didn't seem to huff or puff with any of the exertion. If Nasuca was paying attention to his movements, she might find it odd that he didn't seem to breathe like a normal person. Sure he breathed, but I'm not with the exertions of a normal human when lifting and moving things.

Sorin gracefully stepped inside. It was odd, but the more he was observed, the more any observers would realize how gracefully he moved. As if each movement of his muscles was intentional. This was a product of both being a vampire that's lived for over a millennia, as well as his particular upbringing. Being a Markov royal he was always subject to a rigorous childhood where perfection was expected of him. Though he escaped that life, the body never forgets.

Sorin looked for a place to sit while also inspecting her decor. She was curious to learn the types of things a woman like Nasuca surrounded herself with. It would be a key indicator in learning what type of person she was.

"I appreciate the hospitality. I am eager to join the guild and meet the other members. Is it possible I can be of any assistance while Im here? It's only fair that I pitch in."