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The morning could not begin early enough for Porfirio, as it could not for any man who burned with energy and whose duties were limitless. He woke before sunrise, and after only a quick moment to collect himself from his light sleep, the High Guardian of Adelost climbed from his too-large bed and moved toward his dresser, bare feet padding silently on one of the many rugs that spanned his massive living quarters, this one a thick braided woolen rug from sunny Bokmakiri, that desert city far to the east. Porfirio didn't think that he cared much for luxury goods -- and a Bokmakiri rug was surely that -- but along with its almost gaudy splendor the rug was exceptionally well-made and durable, and so it stayed. Still he felt guilty as his bare feet savored the warmth that insulated him from the cold stone floor. The water that he poured into the wide, shallow basin at his dresser, however, assured him that he had not yet grown soft as he washed his face and hands without activating the ferrum glyph etched into the basin that would have warmed the water in minutes.

Soon he was dressed and out the door, wearing a dark suited set of breeches and coat over a cream colored tunic, the neckline fastened tight up to his neck. The pattern was simple; the cut and material exquisite. There was no set uniform for the Guardians as such - each day might require an entirely different look often involving subterfuge - but as High Guardian Porfirio did require his men and women to look smart when the situation allowed, a remnant of his past military experiences. Along with the outfit he wore an alumen-wrought longsword on a black leather baldric, and a dagger and firearm at either hip. The firearm, a ferrum artifice that delivered high-powered shots of fire with the simple pull of a trigger, might have seemed an odd choice for a ferrum elixer as powerful as Porfirio, who could just as easily release fire spells without the need of an artifice, but again his military training shone through, as he was virtually never without the old service piece at his hip.

Although the stone corridors of the keep were lined with evenly-spaced lumen lamps that could have lit the way with their steady smokeless glow, the way from his quarters to the meeting room was still wreathed with shadows. Lumen crystals weren't cheap and there were too few people awake at this early hour for the steward to authorize their use. Firo had made this trip each morning for the last two years, and could navigate it blindfolded. Besides which, the High Guardian hadn't grown up wealthy and had always done his reading by candlelight before his appointment here, and even though lumen lamps had been in the castle for decades they were still a source of disquiet to him. Not that he feared them -- no, he was no simple-liver or 'Minimalist' as the fringe group had taken to calling itself -- but despite their proven practicality he couldn't help but regard lumen lamps with the same look that he would a barking cat or meowing dog.

He was the first of the Guardians to enter the Ironguard Room, as their council chamber was known. It was usual for him to be first, sometimes by even up to an hour, but it was not unheard of for another to already be up and about. Sleepless nights were common among the Guardians; despite their dedication and belief, their choices were hard as any king's or general's, and no sane man wasn't occasionally plagued by doubts. Still, today he was first, and he was glad for the solitude. He found himself drawn to one of the arrow-slit windows on the far side wall, and leaned against the stone with his arms clasped loosely behind his back. He could see the sun's rays just beginning to peak out over the ocean horizon, prodding white-walled Adelost awake. Glancing up at the chronometer ticking audibly from atop the mantelpiece, the High Guardian wondered who would be the first to enter the room.

Along with several seasoned Guardians currently in Adelost, today was the first day for a slew of new recruits, and Porfirio couldn't say that he was eager to meet them for their first morning council. Being a Guardian was incredibly demanding, and as much as he needed fresh blood around the table, Firo hated making that demand of those who may not yet be ready. Unsuited Guardians quickly died, and endangered countless other lives in the bargain. Glancing back at the folder he had placed on the giant oak table in the center of the room - a list of these new recruits, as well as his various other morning reports - Porfirio contemplated what the day might bring.


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“If that is the best you can do then you are a sorry sack of excrement and an embarrassment to your whole clan!” R&R shouted to the new recruits that he had up at an ungodly hour. However, that was his job. To break in the new recruits and make them earn the rank and title that came with being a Guardian. Right now they were doing push ups in the mud with what may have been metal buckets of water that he weighted down a bit more with his gift on their backs.

“If this is the best you can do, then this city is done for!” he paced in powerful strides. His very weight hinted at, but the sheer back that he sunk down a bit in the mud. “Down! Up! Hold it till I say down!” his voice boomed out and carried easily across the courtyard where they were. “If just one of you drops that a bucket all of you are going to run until you beg me to allow you to do more push ups!”

Now before the group, he crossed his muscular arms over his broad chest and waited. Eyes intent on those who shook and trembled but managed to hold their position, managed to keep their buckets. Just as they thought he might just make them hold the buckets all day, “DOWN!” Groans of relief were heard, “Dismissed for the time being. Everyone is to go, wash up and get something to eat. After that you can rest in barracks until further training this afternoon!” The groans of relief turned into silent cheers of joy as the group of recruits were quick to line up and march off.

“I do love this job,” R&R said with pride thick in his voice before he took washed up and went to routine meeting with their leader Firo. It was a short trip and he jogged the distance for good measure, his hooven steps echoed loudly through the near silent halls. “Morning, Firo,” he said with a nod to his commander. “I hope your night was restful?” he asked while he took his seat at the oak table.

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Yngur breathed heavily, arms refusing to lift him from the mud. Training was a grueling as ever, and though it was getting easier since the first week he started, it was a constant battle to continue forward. No one moved to help him up, all leaving to rest as Kvigr ordered. Summoning what little strength he had left in his arms, he got to his knees. They could do the rest of the work, being well rested in comparison to the shorter limbs.

The walk was short, and welcomed. The pace was slow thanks to the muck underfoot, but he made it to the barracks with little problem. Showers empty, he washed up and rid himself of the dirt and sweat from the mornings trials, and made his way to the mess hall. Perhaps a quick meal could get him ready for the evening training, however much he doubted it.

The men around him payed no mind. Nary a glance was turned his way as he sat with his meal. The insults had died within the first couple weeks, and frankly Yngur was fine with that. Living up to their expectations was never a goal for the "giant." Still, the solitude it brought was uncomfortable, and he even longed for the harmful camaraderie of his kin. But this was in the past, and if he would earn his fathers name he would handle these trials of his commander, Or die trying.

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The newcomer would find the High Guardian seated at the far end of the great rounded oak table, folders of documents spread out before him as he worked while waiting. Standing to his feet upon the deor's arrival, Porfirio began gathering up his documents, tapping them against the table to organize the growing pile. "Morning, Firo," Kvigr greeted. "I hope your night was restful?" Porfirio considered the beastman Guardian before him. A formidable warrior, true, although the man seemed to have found his calling not in battle, but in training the new recruits. A valuable role, that, considering the absolute paucity of Guardians their order had recently been reduced to. Firo could remember a time when Guardians' names were traded by the commoners with reverent tones as though discussing gods on earth; such a Guardian's exploits would grow with each retelling to become the stuff of legends. Now it seemed like as not that hearing the word 'Guardian' would summon only spittle from the lips of Adelost's citizens.


"Somewhat so, thank you," Porfirio replied, although they both knew that these were not times for restful nights. "And yours?" Where exactly the deor was able to find the time and energy for these early morning training sessions he put the recruits through, Firo would never know. The beastman must sleep like the dead each night, surely.

The two were interrupted by a sudden, rather timid knock on the wooden frame of the open door. Standing in the hallway was an elfen woman of small stature and youthful appearance, wearing a kit of soft travel leathers dyed in varying muted shades of blue and green. "Oh, am I early?" she asked hesitantly as she stepped into the Ironguard Room, seeing how empty it was.

"No, just in time," Porfirio replied as he gestured for her to come forward. "Kvigr, this is Gwenonwyn Latharnach, a diplomat from Armandy - I've recently raised her to Guardian. Gwenonwyn, this is Kvigr, whose grueling training you've had the good fortune to forego."

"Please, call me Gwen," the elfe greeted with a nervous smile, no doubt unsure of the deor's reaction to a Guardian whom he had not trained and promoted himself.

"To business, then," Porfirio began once pleasantries were exchanged. With what few Guardians he had currently stationed in the city working on various missions, it wasn't altogether unsurprising that Kvigr and Gwen were the only Guardians in attendance of this morning meeting. Still, with three Guardians seated at a table meant to comfortably hold two dozen... it was a potent visual for their order's dire straits.

"I'm going to need you to pass your training duties on to one of your underlings, R&R," he said while passing the beastman two mission folders. "I need you on active duty until some of our brothers come back from the field." While it was true that a Guardian's mission may take him or her from the city for unknown extended periods of time, the fact of the matter was that communications were breaking down with outlying Guardians stationed throughout Allevent, and Porfirio had no idea if or when certain Guardians would be returning. It was a very real possibility then that Kvigr would be pulled from his training duties indefinitely.

"Two missions there," he announced, pointing to the two folders before the deor. As always, when presented with multiple missions it fell to the Guardian himself to decide which one would be undertaken. It was not a decision to be made lightly, of course. A brave Guardian may choose the most difficult mission in order to protect his or her fellows, or test his or her own limits, while a wise Guardian would be sure to choose the one best suited to his or her own talents to ensure the success of the mission. Others chose whatever piqued their interest most, and some Porfirio was sure chose entirely at random.

Porfirio leaned forward in his chair so he could point to the folders. "Either way you're a man short, R&R. I need you to take one of your new recruits along. Is there anyone who stands out in your mind as being worthy of the task?" Porfirio hated the idea of grabbing a recruit before he or she was ready, but desperate times called for desperate measures. He glanced over at the elfe girl, yet another example of how low the Order of Guardians had fallen. If this kept up, soon he'd be forced to visit every household in Adelost and place a dagger in the hand of each babe while giving them the oath.

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Mission #001: Wrighter's Block ★☆☆☆☆

A bogle wright [a fashioner of caith-powered artifices] by the name of Maasdam Schepper
has announced a 'wondrous' new artifice that he would like to demonstrate before King Christof.
Greet Mr. Schepper and ascertain the nature of this artifice to ensure His Majesty's safety.

Entail:
Kvigr Rolling Rock [Alumen elixer]
Porfirio Grey [Ferrum elixer]
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Mission #002: Hold the Fort ★★★☆☆

The Westwegh [Adelost's west-lying frontier fort] has sent a troubling report to the capital
detailing the disappearance of several watchmen over the last few nights. Investigate these
occurrences and secure our western defenses.

Entail:
Kvigr Rolling Rock [Alumen elixer]
Gwenonwyn Latharnach [Aurum elixer]
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“I slept like a baby in my mother's arms as always,” he remarked with a grin. The knock at the door stalled a further remark and at the sight of who entered R&R stood to his feet quickly. Arm crossed over his chest, he bowed slightly in greeting, “Gwenonwyn Latharnach, welcome to the Guardians.” The comment about his grueling training only made him smirk and shrug his massive shoulders, “Only grueling to those who are weak of mind and character. If you had the thought to promote her to the rank of Guardian, then I am sure that she is deserving of the title,” another slight bow of his head and he sat back down in his seat for the meeting to continue.

The news of a mission excited him more than Firo probably knew. While he loved his work with the recruits he was somewhat tired of the same routine and had been practically biting at the bit to get out of the city. A nod given while he listened, folder picked up and flipped through as he thought about which mission to take and which recruit to bring along with him. Both had merit, but one took him out of the city like he wished.

“I'll look into this fort matter, see what happened out there.” Statement given after a moment of thought, “As for a recruit that I think is ready for some action....” he hand raised to scratch his chin in thought. “Yngur. Large giant fellow that has a good head on his shoulders,” spoken with complete confidence. “I think he should be fine on a mission like this and I think the exercise would do him some good.” The young giant did try his hardest among the recruits and there was something about him that had caught R&R's attention from the first time he came to their doorstep for training. It was in his heart. That warrior spirit and that drive to make something of himself. R&R could respect that and wanted to see the young recruit succeed. "I'll make sure he makes it there and back in one piece. Think he will enjoy a chance to get some personal training from me," he beastman chuckled heartily at that as he knew well and good that people dreaded his full attention.

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The High Guardian nodded in affirmation of Kvigr's choice of recruit to join the mission. He had seen this Yngur in passing on occasion, and each time the lad always seemed to be giving it his all. The gygr people, or giants, were not the most prominent of races in the Guardians' historical rosters - in fact were quite rare - but those that did become Guardians were some of the most steadfast and honorable of them all. Vicious warriors too - Firo had fought against his fair share during the Sorrowars, and he shuddered to think how different the outcome would have been had the gygr fought as cohesive units instead of a sprawling, leaderless hoard. Perhaps it was for the best, then, that the giants' prickly sense of honor kept them from working together - but what he could accomplish with an entail of gygr Guardians!

"Very well," Porfirio replied, with the matter of the deor's party having been decided. Kvigr was intuitive and a natural leader, and could knock some heads together if the need arose; although still wet behind the ears, the elfe girl Gwenonwyn was a trained diplomat and a gifted healer; and Yngur's desire to prove himself would no doubt be beneficial provided Kvigr could channel the lad's zeal productively. It was a small but balanced team that Porfirio felt confident could handle this mission.

"Here is the report from the Westwegh," he said, pointing to a document within the mission file that Kvigr held in his hands. The report was written not by hand but transcribed by a Lumen-powered artifice known as a telecomm, which when linked together could virtually instantaneously convey messages across vast distances. No small amount of time and effort was spent maintaining the miles of cable that linked the Westwegh to the city proper, but the improved efficiency of communication afforded Adelost a significant advantage when defending its borders.

RECEIVED at 02.19.331 13:44:58

FROM: Cmdr. ARNOLD | WESTWEGH FORT | ADELOST
TO: Cmdr. NEILLS | CITADEL HEIGHTS | ADELOST

JAYSON - REGRET TO INFORM YOU THAT PREVIOUSLY
DISCUSSED MATTER IS CONTUING DESPITE BEST EFFORTS TO
CURB . NO LONGER CONVINCED MATTER OF DESERTION ;
BELIEVE SOMETHING MORE SINISTER AT WORK . TOTAL
WATCHMENT LOST NOW AMOUNTS TO SIX , WITH FOUR IN THE
LAST TWO NIGHTS ALONE . NO EVIDENCE OF BREACH IN
SECURITY BEYOND WATCHWALL ; DEFENSES STILL INTACT ,
BUT FEEL NECESSARY REQUEST ASSISTANCE FROM CAPITAL .

PREVIOUS REPORT RESENT BELOW :

02.08.331 - SOLDIER ERIKSEN REPORTED MISSING AT POST BY
MORNING SHIFT RELIEF AT 08:00 . SOLDIER BORNE REPORTS
ERIKSEN DISPLAY SIGNS GROWING AGITATION PREVIOUS
NIGHTS' WATCH .

02.13.331 - SOLDIER CARRILL REPORTED MISSING AT POST BY
MORNING SHIFT RELIEF AT 08:00 . SOLDIER BORNE REPORTS
CARRILL BEHAVE SIMILAR TO ERIKSEN 02.12.331 . COMMANDER
ARNOLD ORDERS ALL SOLDIERS REPORT FELLOWS TO INFIRMARY
IF SIGNS OF AGITATION .

02.15.331 - SOLDIERS BORNE , DANZIG , STANTON RELIEVED OF
DUTY AND REPORT TO INFIRMARY FOR REST AND OBSERVATION
AFTER SHOW SYMPTOMS INORDINATE DISTRESS .

02.17.331 - MEDICAL OFFICER KOELLER REPORTS BORNE ,
DANZIG & STANTON MISSING FROM INFIRMARY . COMMANDER
ARNOLD UPGRADES WESTWEGH TO SECURITY PROTOCOL ( 1 ) .
WESTWEGH LOCKED DOWN FROM ENTRY / EXIT .

02.19.331 - SOLDIER BRIMSEN REPORTED MISSING .

END MESSAGE


"I'd already asked Gwen to look into this report, so she should be ready to go?" Porfirio said after reading over the report, turning the statement into a question as he glanced across the table at the elfe, who nodded. "Yes, I'm prepared to depart whenever you wish, Rolling Rock. I'll await you at the Bailey Gate," she said, referring to one of the walled city's main exits to the west. Thanking them both, the elfen diplomat-turned-Guardian left the Ironguard Room, leaving the two alone. Porfirio drummed his fingers on the table distractedly as he pondered the disturbing report. The fort was meant to be a state-of-the-art defense system, utilizing the very best in new caith artifices to detect and defend against intruders. If Porfirio had to guess the cause of the problem, it would be one of those artifices malfunctioning.

"Why don't you take along a wright as well, just in case the problem lies with one of their newfangled artifices?" Adelost was full of caith craftsmen, guild-affiliated or free agents, who would be perfect to hire as an expert for such a mission.

"And I don't have to tell you the Westwegh is our western border's eyes and ears, and our country's first line of defense. I don't like the idea of them locking themselves away like a turtle in its shell, only to be slowly picked clean from the inside out. Find out what's going on and put a stop to it, yes?"

With his own mission needing to be undertaken soon, Firo gave the hulking deor Guardian a clap on the shoulder before collecting his various reports and leaving the room. Once Kvigr gathered up the giant, the elfe and a craftsman he could start the mission and finally leave the city.


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CREEAK!

Archibald shuddered at the sound the hinges to the door made in protest of being moved. When the noise finally stopped, he peeked through to look up and down the hallway almost as if he was sneaking into the place or had done something wrong just by opening that door. He sighed with relief at seeing no one and stepped out of his shop/workshop... and shut the door behind him.

CREEAK! Click.

A cringed wormed its way through the mechanic's body and he snapped around to glare at the offending hinges when the noise finally stopped. He stared at it hard for several seconds, almost daring it to make another sound, only to be met with the unwavering resolve only found in inanimate objects. Finally tiring of the staredown, Archibald turn back around to continue on his way... only to stop in his tracks at the realization that he would once again have to pass through those doors and others would as well.

A cosmic battle between the whispers of 'leave it be' vs 'fix it' raged inside his head before he could ultimately stand it no more and dropped the files he was carrying t rummage through his kit. Slowly, meticulously he began oiling, loosening, and in the rare case tightening the various hinges and screws the made up the door. By the time he was done, the once noisy door was now as silent as a light breeze and it was just enough to satisfy the perfectionist into putting away his tools.

His papers and documents, that had scattered about the hallway where he dropped them, were collected and sorted back into there appropriate folders as he walked. He was hopeful that at least one of the two project ideas he brought to the High Guardian would get approved and assigned a budget. The wright was also proud of the fact that he had been able to cut down on the technical language and condensed down the the explanations of how the devices worked. They were half the size now of his previous proposals so he hopefully it won't take as long for them to be looked through and approved.

Everything went smoothly on his trip from point A to point B... only to realize I he grabbed the door handle and turned the latch enough for it to 'Click', that there was more than just High Guardian Porfirio talking on the other side of said door.

He's in a meeting... I should comeback later, He thought as he let the latch fall back in place.

Click.

But he might not be here later and I might have to go searching for him... perhaps it's better to catch him now.

Click. The latch once again spoke as he went to open the door only to stop again.

No... it would not be right to just barge in now... I... I can wait.

Click

... Maybe if I just make it quick he wil-... has this latch always been this loud?

Click, Click, Click, Click. The latch said back in response to his mental shift as he starts fiddling with it to insure he is not just imagining it... Only to realize moments later that the voices in the room have stopped and he can almost feel eyes staring at the door he is currently jiggling the latch to. While part of him wanted to walk away and avoid the situation, the truth was he had disrupted them (or so he felt) and he felt that he should actually make his disruption mean something rather than just flee.

Taking a deep breath, he forces the latch once more to speak out before opening the door enough to poke his head in. “I'm... ah... I'm sorry to bother you, High Guardian... sir... ummm... It's just.... I've got two new ideas... inventions... eh pieces of equipment I would like to propose,” The nervous mechanic pokes his two folders into the room even as he stands ready to leave as quickly as possible if he is directed to do so. Normally if it was just Porfirio, or one other who could approve his project(s), he would be very compose, perhaps even a bit giddy, but here was more people he was not necessarily regularly talking to... and the fact that he was interrupting them also weighed on his head... brain... mind... thing. “If this is a bad I time I can always comeback later,” He offers quickly, partially slinking back out the door... though not all the way. After all if he was going to be sent away at least he could look the people in the room up and down... he couldn't help but analyze caith, gear, and caith based gear whenever he saw it.

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The report was read along to, while Porfirio read it. This was serious, whatever happened at that fort it was not just a simple case of everyone coming down with some illness. It was serious, he could feel it and a part of him was excited at that notion. To think of the danger they would face, the challenges that they would have to overcome. R&R could hardly contain himself at the end of the meeting. This was to be his chance, after so long with his work and duties as a trainer he was excited to get out and do something.

There was just the one issue of finding an wright who had the stomach to hang around him....

As if to answer this unspoken concern the handle on the door jiggled several times and in came a wright. Perfect

“I have this, Commander” R&R spoke before he pushed his huge form from the table and strode over to the smaller human.

“Not a bad time at all, friend” his voice deep and friendly, with the quality of the rolling rocks he is named. “In fact we have something that you can do for us, a mission of sorts that could use your particular set of skills and expertise,” as he talked he walked, his large arm about the shoulders of the smaller man. “I have to go and check on some artifices that have malfunctioned and need you to come along with me. You know, to check on them, fix them, etc. Anyway, so how about you go and pack yourself some gear, don't worry about how much it weighs, I will be sure that we get it all there safely. And then meet me and the rest of our team at Bailey Gate,” now in the hall with him he stopped and clapped the smaller man on the shoulders. “Sounds good?” of course he did not wait for a response instead another hearty clap on the back,” Good man. See you in about two hours? That should be enough time, right?”

Then the hulk of a Guardian was gone, off to gather his own supplies for this most exciting mission.

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Packed and prepared for the journey west, Gwenonwyn stood within the open courtyard that the Bailey Gate connected to the outside world, and as she waited for her travelling companions she found herself studying the slow-yet-continuous stream of people entering and exiting the city. Between Adelost and the Westwegh was little save for farmland, which meant that most of the Bailey Gate's traffic were small horse-drawn-carts carrying local produce into the market each morning, and coin and supplies back to the outlying villages each night. Largely human population then, with maybe one out of fifty of the travelers she saw belonging to another race.

This was fine by the elfe, whose purpose in leaving Coeden had been to see more of the world as she trained to become a diplomat (a process known as the Votive), and she found human culture rather fascinating. Take for instance their remarkable ingenuity. Although elixers were far rarer in humans than in any other race aside from the gygr, through diligent study and experimentation with caith mankind had advanced all of Allevent into the Modern Era, a time of heretofore unknown peace and prosperity. Gwenonwyn occasionally wondered, somewhat facetiously, if the warlike mankind had done more for world peace than even the elfes, those most diplomatic of races.

From her idle vantage point seated atop a pallet of empty wooden crates, the elfe was able to see further into the city, where a bustling avenue connected the city's southern docks to the northbound gate. Unlike the westwegh, which led to little beyond the Westwegh Fort and the guardian mountain range, the northwegh led from Adelost across open plains to the heartland of the continent, connecting to everything from nearby Armandy to far-flung Bokmakiri and many lands in between. This road, then, was populated with every manner of person, from lowly bogle workmen to elfen dignitaries; gygr mercenaries to deor pilgrims, and even some races that Gwenonwyn was surprised to not recognize at all. She smiled at the thought of traveling to every corner of Allevent as part of her Votive - but first and foremost was Adelost and her duty to the Guardians. She bit her lip in pensive thought as she considered the grave news from the Westwegh Fort, and hoped that she lived up to the responsibility Porfirio had given her.

The young elfe girl's private thoughts were interrupted by a sudden commotion just below her, as a team of workhorses drew through the gate and into the city a wagon made top-heavy by its bundled stack of cargo. His view obstructed by the tight confines of the Bailey Gate, the driver did not see ahead of him as a small child raced heedlessly into the path of the horses, in pursuit of an errant bouncing ball. The sudden motion out of the corner of its eye startled one of the horses into bounding forward, upsetting the top-heavy cart too quickly for anyone to react. Gwenonwyn watched in horror as the cart pitched forward and toppled toward the boy, as the driver tumbled to the pavement.

Screams from the child, and cries of commotion from the other onlookers, resounded in Gwenonwyn's sharp elfen ears, startling her from her inaction. Squirelling down the stack of empty crates with reckless speed, Gwen came to the boy's side, where he thrashed and cried in agony as he clutched a broken leg. Feeling oddly calm as she placed her small white hands on either side of the boy's injury, Gwenonwyn called forth the healing caith in the butterfly brooch pinned to her breast. The golden crystals embedded in the jewelry flashed bright as the elfen elixer brought her healing magic to bear on the child's injury, which glowed in resonance with her efforts.

Gwenonwyn's familiars - ethereal golden butterflies that peacefully flit about her, visible only to any other elixer present - settled onto the boy's injury before disappearing with a golden glow. When she was finished, the boy slowly stopped squirming as the pain left his body. An alchemist or artificier would speak of the crystalline aurum matrix in her brooch, and of how she'd converted that sublimated caith from its trapped state to its primal state to effect a localized anomaly... but to the elfen Guardian the process was simultaneously much simpler and more profound. All of Allevent was connected by caith, infused with a common life, a common purpose. As an elixer she'd been blessed with the ability to see and manipulate these connections at their most primal level, and it was her responsibility to do so for the betterment of all.

Her self-congratulating was cut short when she realized that the driver, who'd been thrown from the toppled cart, was groaning in pain as he stood to his feet. He clutched his head tenderly, and his hand came away bloody. Eager to help (both to ease the man's suffering and somewhat selfishly to connect herself to the caith once more), Gwenonwyn reached a hand out as she brought to bear her healing magic once more.

Her butterfly brooch broke with a golden flash as the overworked aurum crystal shattered, releasing all of its stored caith to its primal state instantly, without guidance. Free, chaotic caith always seeks to return to ordered form, almost invariably resulting in the creation of a Caithness monster. When the blinding flash dissipated, Gwen stood warily from her kneeling position to see the Caithness before them - a Lampire Bat*. The monster quickly took flight, swooping about the Bailey Gate's courtyard as it gained its bearings. Weapons stowed in her travel pack atop the pallet of empty crates, Gwenonwyn was as helpless as the others, who fled for cover from the darting Caithness.

*Lampire Bat: a low-level aurum-type Caithness that takes the form of a golden-furred bat roughly the size of a dog. Able to suck the life-force or aurum from its victims over time after a single bite, Lampires often strike quickly before fleeing to safely feast on their prey from a distance.


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Archibald was beyond bewildered and confused as the large Guardian put an arm around him and dragged him back down the hallway.

“Not a bad time at all, friend. In fact we have something that you can do for us, a mission of sorts that could use your particular set of skills and expertise,”

“I'm sorry but who are-” Archibald quietly tried to get out but the man just kept going.

“I have to go and check on some artifices that have malfunctioned and need you to come along with me. You know, to check on them, fix them, etc.”

“Really?! Any idea what kind of-”

Anyway, so how about you go and pack yourself some gear, don't worry about how much it weighs, I will be sure that we get it all there safely. And then meet me and the rest of our team at Bailey Gate,” now in the hall with him he stopped and clapped the smaller man on the shoulders.

“That's kind of you but I'd rather carr-”

“Sounds good?” of course he did not wait for a response instead another hearty clap on the back,” Good man. See you in about two hours? That should be enough time, right?”

And with that the Guardian went off down the hallway leaving the confused... possibly excited, wright in the middle of the hallway staring after the man. His dumbfounded stare and almost statue still posture continued for several second before he suddenly remembered the files in his hands. With a start, he went scampering back to Porfirio to drop them off and give as quick an explanation as he could before running for his workshop. So much to pack and so little time.

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The heavy rattle of various metal parts followed Archibald down the streets as his pack and person filled filled and covered with various tools. The Guardian had not given him an specifics on what they would be dealing with so Archibald thought it best to bring a little of everything... though this time he actually remembered some food and a bedroll at least. His focus was not really on the mission at this point anyway, in his hands was an odd rifle looking thing that he tinkered with as he went along: a prototype of one of the projects he presented to the High Guardian. The whole thing was looking good (to him) and he lifted the stannum caith for it up towards sun to double check it for impurities.

It was a beautiful clear day; the sun shining, not a cloud in the sky, people screaming while the lampire bat chases them... Oh ****! the wright thought as he quickly tried loading the caith crystal into its appropriate slot in the rifle. “Ok ok I got this... just another test,” He muttered to himself as the invention was brought to bear. He took a deep breath and pulled the trigger.

He heard a sound not unlike that made by cracking ice and he kept his eyes close for a few more heartbeats before peeking them open to see... a building wall covered in ice. With a shocked glance up he sees the bat come right at him and, in his fumbling attempt to take a step back and 'aim' again, falls flat on his back. The 'ice gun' goes off again and this time a barrel finds itself encased in ice but, luckily for Archibald, it startles the Lampire off from its initial attack him... unfortunately Archibald finds himself trapped like a turtle on its back as his backpack of heavy parts and tools holds him to the ground. “This is not my day,” the inventor groans as he hears the bat wings circling around.

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The elfe girl was familiar with caith and elixers - few of her forest folk weren't - so she shouldn't have been surprised to see blocks of ice bursting onto the already tumultuous scene unfolding around her, but her momentary confusion came from the fact that she'd felt no such stannum or vivum caith being manipulated nearby, nor had she seen any elixer's telltale familiars. Her sharp elfe eyes noted the strange little man laying supine atop his large pack of supplies, arms and legs scrabbling in the air like an upturned beetle's, and seeing the rifle in his possession she quickly deduced that the rifle was some kind of caith artifice capable of turning its targets into icicles. A laudable weapon then, since it seemed designed more to disable than kill.

Unfortunately sometimes death is the only option, the elfe girl considered as she reached her discarded bow and quiver of arrows. Caithness were vicious beings of chaos, seemingly birthed solely to cause as much grievance in as little time as possible. Even a relatively minor caithness such as this Lampire Bat could, if left unchecked, seriously wound or kill many innocent people before the unstable caith composing it finally disintegrated back into its constituent elements.

Drawing the nocked arrow with a smooth, steady motion, Gwenonwyn tracked the caithness as it darted about the courtyard of the Bailey Gate, flitting here and there as it sought to feed from its various cowering victims. Honing in on the overturned, beleaguered wright, the Lampire Bat swooped wide before making a quick descent toward the man, and just before reaching its target the caithness suddenly burst into a cloud of golden smoke and showering crystals as Gwenonwyn's arrow struck true, destroying the creature and returning it to its crystalline form as glittering gold aurum caith crystals fell to the cobblestone street.

Gwenonwyn descended from her perch atop the pile of empty crates and made her way over to the fallen man with the ice blaster. She offered a helping hand up if he required. "Are you hurt?" she asked, concerned that the caithness caused by her own recklessness had injured anyone innocent. Her only wish had been to heal that wagon driver, but overtaxing the aurum crystals in her amulet had spawned a creature of pure chaos and destruction, potentially endangering the lives of everyone in the Bailey Gate courtyard.

Reminded of the injured wagon driver, Gwenonwyn surveyed the ground around her, glimmering with the soft golden glow of the aurum crystals left behind by the Lampire Bat. Using her power as an aurum elixer, the elfe gathered the healing caith at her feet and drew it within her body. This was a poor allotment of aurum compared to her original amulet - creating and then destroying that caithness accounted for a lot of lost energy - but might just be enough to see to the driver's injuries.

Summoning the healing caith now inside her, the elfe girl set to the man's wounds with a gentle hand, as her golden butterfly familiars flitted in the air around her, invisible to any save another elixer. With the wagon driver healed the scene in the courtyard slowly began to return to normal. Men worked to calm the horses and reload the wagon's cargo; children were already running around playfully as they reenacted the battle with the caithness. She smiled as she saw several of the lads pointing their cocked fingers at each other as they ran about, 'shooting' ice crystals at one another while imitating the signature shattering sound.

"It seems your device is a hit," Gwenonwyn said as she returned to the center of the courtyard with the man. "My name is Gwenonwyn, by the way. Gwen," she added, extending a hand in greeting.


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Kvígr stood in his room and pondered what it was that he wanted to take with him. He had become somewhat of a hoarder over time and he did not really ever keep anything organized. Perhaps this was due to his life spent in the “wild” a place where he had but a small hut and nothing much else to manage. When he came here to be a guardian and found that his lodgings were far larger and more spacious there was this overwhelming desire to fill the space. To make it feel enclosed, welcoming and comforting to the large lumbering beast of a man.

Like his hut back with his people.

And so, the collecting began. Stuff, atop stuff, atop more stuff was gathered to fill the space. From broken weapons and armor that he swore he would repair someday. To trophies from his various conquests; this again resulted in broken weapons and armor from those who had fallen to his might. Then there were the pretty items that he collected. Or, at least that is what some of his fellow guardian brothers called them.

Gems, sparkly rocks and even dried flowers .These were but a few that he found on his travels and would collect to bring back home and store in his room. Once in combat, or so the story goes, he stopped to bend down and pick up a particularly colorful pebble. His opponent had been knocked to his back and had just recovered to his feet when he saw what looked like the chance for him to swoop in for the final blow; the mountain of a creature knelt on the ground was almost too good to be true.

This of course was what it was, for as the man raised his great hammer over head to slam down on Kvígr’s head he disturbed the earth and caused his precious pebble to be lost in the dirt. Kvígr’s own hammer was lifted to block the blow, his weapon that had glowed a faint amber hue suddenly blazed as more power was channeled into it. The resulting contact caused the other weapon to shatter and the next swing from the Deor ended the life of the inconsiderate foe. After that, it was but a simple matter to root about in the dirt until he found the pebble, which he stowed away in his pocket and went back to the battle at hand.

Kvígr was rather fond of his pretty items and did not enjoy it when people thought to disrupt his collection of his pretties. The large satchel that he often carried was loaded down with mostly weapons and various other items that most would think useless but he felt compelled to take with him. With it firmly on his back, he left his room and headed to the meeting place. Steps light and joyful, slowed to cautious and uncertain as he approached the aftermath of the chaos.

“Looks like I missed some fun,” he said with a slight frown to his fellow travelmates. “Alright, so are we ready to go?”

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