08-07-2018, 07:38 PM
“Ricter, you should learn to announce yourself outside before walking in.” Darunia stated arms crossed as he sat at a large table, four others were positioned around the table as well. They all seemed older, having beards that were silver and hair that looked spiky but all around silver too, each one seemed too look over in the weasels direction once he stepped in fully. But they didn’t seem all that annoyed by his presence, in fact one would speak up.
“Actually this is perfect, come in child, we would like to have a word with you.”
Following his direction Ricter walked in, wondering what was going on, or if they were discussing something that was in relation to himself. Once he stepped forward he would wait silently as one of the four elders in the group would speak up. Addressing him by name.
“Ricter, we’ve noticed your skill in doctoral practices have been a great asset to our group, however we don't know much about you over all. As you may guess it is difficult to trust someone who is unknown and wanders into our tribe asking for something, so far we’ve given you the benefit of doubt but we must ask your correlation to the rest of the universes.”
It was a convoluted way of saying ‘who are you’ but understandable, allowing him to answer the question once given. “I’m from the Tangled Green, I work for a clinic in the town of Ambrosia. I had come into the omniverse not too long ago, however I got used to the power that I was given pretty quickly, and from it I managed to form my sword, or at least use its more prominent forms to better aid people.”
Thinking, Ricter had to go over his history, what he’s done, what he’s accomplished, basically everything that has happened to him but nothing of worth. At least in his eyes, “As for anything I’ve done, no, nothing of worth. If your worried if I’m apart of a hostile faction you don't have to worry, unless Ambrosia is some kind of evil ‘faction’’, I doubt it.”
Once his plea was done the elders would take a moment to mull it over, Darunia folding his arms in front of his chest and staring at him, eyes narrowing as the elders began to mumble and talk with one another. After a few moments one of the elders would talk to Darunia in a language that Ricter knew little of, after their talk was done the man soon spoke to the weasel directly.
“Alright, we’ve discussed your standing here, the elders have given your passage to travel with us to our next settlement. In that time your job will be to ensure the safety of our people along the way. We understand your need to find a certain flower and will help with that, but to better establish a trust we ask that you accompany us.”
Understanding this Ricter promptly would nod, he could see why they were skeptical of some random person, no matter how they might be helpful ot their people. But they did this in a manner that both was respectful and made him feel like he had to earn trust rather than just being given it automatically.
“Okay, that seems fair, I’ll do my best to ensure no one gets hurt. If they do I can handle it.”
His tone was confident, a lot less like he was when he was fighting in the tournament not too long ago, less scared, no more wallowing in self doubt. This was what Darunia was looking for, that if he would be apart of this tribe, even temperamentally, that they would be able to aid them like any other guard or brother of the tribe. Nodding, Darunia smirked and spoke up, “Very well, we will be packing up before the end of the day and start traveling at night. Best be ready before that time.”
Silently he nodded to Darunia, thinking it was at this cue he should leave and so he did, backing away and giving a small bow before walking out of the tent now. Darunia, would look back to the elders, one soon speaking up as the weasel left, “He is telling the truth, I’m surprised you called us in here for something like this Darunia, even you could tell this.”
For which the large man would groan, not in annoyance, but more so in believing what was possibly true. “I needed to be sure, we can’t trust everyone that comes by, even if my instincts tell me other wise.” Drawing some nods from the group as they soon began to get up, still very slow and not as fast as someone that could be as spry and in their prime as Ricter, no pun intended, but they all made their way out soon after the weasel did.
The day would pass on naturally, from morning into the afternoon, the caravan was soon set up, consisting of mostly large animals who carried most of the equipment and those who couldn’t walk or roll around quickly were on one animal that carried them along as well. The animals were well adapted to the heat and fire of the verse, making them perfect for hauling and transportation.
Just as Ricter stepped out along the side he would keep his eyes sharp, he didn’t know what to expect along these trips but with Deltimo coming over he would wave. “Hey Deltimo, I was placed on guarding the tribe while you guys move, got any advice for this sorda thing?”
“Guarding the caravan huh? Well besides maybe the occasional dragon, I think you’ll do fine, with all the other tribes guards no longer injured we should be well protected. Anyways! On to more important things, I finished one of my projects.”
The Goron would pull out a sort of vial from hammer space, smiling brightly as he showed him what seemed like a red liquid, resembling fruit punch but he could guess it wouldn’t taste like fruit punch. “A mix of gun powder, magma essence, a bit of powdered dragon bones and what you have here is a potion to fully nullify the effects of fire! Or even lava for that mater.”
His claims seemed far-fetched for sure, fully nullify the ‘effects’ of lava? Did he mean the burning and melting parts of it? Or was he just not familiar with this lands way of how physics worked.
“Uh, you mean this will stop someone from being melted alive by lava?”
“Exactly! I’ve yet to try it out myself, or test it, but I’m for sure confident that it will work on a willing test subject. Which is why I’d be happy if you tried it out yourself.” They asked, which Ricter frowned, gun powder? Magma essence? It sounded like he would be the one melting and not the other way around, also it didn’t sound fun to drink, if anything he wanted nothing to do with being a lab rat for any kind of experimentation done by anyone he didn’t know very well.
But he would take it, maybe his body would be able to handle the effects of what ever it was, in a way he would be fine no matter the outcome, but he had more important things to worry about. “Thanks, I’ll try it out later, once we get to the next settlement.” Ricter offered the eager eyed Goron who waited to see if he would drink the vial but given his promise he smiled and nodded.
“Alright, well good luck, lets hope we don't get attacked this time around.”
Hopeful words to live by, but he felt he could handle it, as for a dragon? Sounded as if this was normal, but if they could fight a dragon themselves, kind of like that trio that battled one some days ago, they should be fine. Still, he wished those guys luck, maybe he would see them again, and hear about their success over the winged beast.
His thoughts were broken down once he heard a horn being blown from the front, seemed the caravan was beginning to head out, which he would start to walk along the side now. Step for step the stout kept pace along side those who had accepted him for the most part. Along the hot jagged rocks bellow, heat radiating off it but not being painful any more.
The stout had gotten used to it after a couple of days of being here, thinking back to Dr. Sorrel he hoped she could manage to help the man that was probably dealing with his burns back at the clinic. He knew what was needed to make the salve to cure him of a burn that was unable to be fixed naturally, part of which might actually be in the vial of liquid he was just given.
Thumbing over the vial he would glance down and inspect it some more, it didn’t feel hot in his hands, if anything it just felt kinda odd that he was contemplating drinking such a thing given its contents. His thoughts had him lagging behind so he placed it away for now, walking along as they traveled in the dead of night. They encountered no resistance, in fact it was very pleasant. Many adults sung songs with drums, while he smiled and went along with it, whistling a tone to their beats.
They traveled over ten miles, but it felt shorter, they past ridges, mountain ranges, and even going through a valley that lead towards a set of mountains and caves. This was the location they were heading for, and as he glanced around he noticed that no creatures would jump out or head for them. Were the caves abandoned?
They were making their way inside of a mountain cave now, one that the valley lead into and was a common place to stay when interchanging certain locations that they needed to go towards. Once they stepped inside of the dark cave, torches were pulled out, making it easier to see over all while Ricter noticed something up ahead. Near a stream of magma inside of the cavern a number of cute looking flowers were along the ‘shore line’ of the river.
They had little ‘eyes’ and looked almost like a toy but it was exactly what he was looking for as he ran over, smiling gleefully before jumping down towards the river but being careful enough as too not jump into the lava himself. Reaching out and picking up the flower he would grab a couple more.
“Yes! Exactly what I needed, with so many here we could even try planting it back home!” The weasel remarked to himself as the group would stop, the cave seemed to be where they were heading towards. Now here the many workers and what not began to collect their things and set up top begin building once more, however Ricter had what he needed and hoped that the tribe had gotten everything needed.
Although he would have been more than happy to maybe stay for a while longer he knew he couldn’t do so when it came to going back to finish his mission and aid the clinic. While everyone was setting up now Ricter felt like his mission was done, he had managed to find the flower and the group he escorted to their new settlement spot seemed to be unpacking and pitching tents as well as locations for everyone to rest and sleep.
The market tents were up already and he had an interest in visiting but it seemed like someone else was walking into the cave, it was the group of monster hunters from before, however they had a cart full of things behind them. Namely some dragon scales, bones, and even some petrified organs from the beast they had slain.
“Oh hello again, looks like your hunt was successful.” The stoat mentioned as the leader had a bright grin on his face, nodding.
“Indeed! It was a fine battle, however he have a few spoils we need to sell, unfortunately we can't carry them all with us back home so were selling them here. The Gorons give a good price on drake related items.”
Of which he’d simply nod, allowing them to pass as he waved in a friendly manner to the rest of the group with a smile. Letting them sell their wares before eventually thy would head out the exit again, in the mean time Ricter began packing up as well, he didn’t have a lot on him but only a simple bag to carry anything he couldn’t normally.
Hours would pass and Daruina with half the tribe were near the exit of the cave. The weasel was with them as well, clutching the side bag full of flowers now while looking to the many friends he had made in his short time here. This looked like a send off which Ricter was happy to try and say good bye to everyone, however Darunia had something to say.
“Thank you for the assistance with everything, I understand I was a little harsh but I can’t go trusting everyone I see. So as a gift we’d like to offer you something.”
Ricter wondered what it was at first, but he wasn’t the type to take free gifts on the fly as he tried to deny it. “Oh its fine, you don't have to.” He expected it to be a trinket of some kind, instead a few Gorons would soon pull out a massive drakes skull, making him freak out as he placed it next to him with a loud thud.
“A group of monster hunters came by and gave this too us, we didn’t need the skull so feel free to take it.” Darunia said as Ricter protested.
“How am I supposed to carry this thing!? Also this feels like your just dumping it on me because you don't want it.”
“Exactly, besides its a gift, don't be so rude.” He smirked as the weasels fur frizzled up. But he calmed down as after spawning in a cart he would get some help to lift it up on the object and soon wave to his friends. “I’ll see you all again one day. Please stay safe friends.”
Getting a small choirs of good byes and waves from everyone Ricter left the group to their own devices, leaving towards the gate once more as he had what hew as looking for, and a few gifts from some very nice friends.
“Actually this is perfect, come in child, we would like to have a word with you.”
Following his direction Ricter walked in, wondering what was going on, or if they were discussing something that was in relation to himself. Once he stepped forward he would wait silently as one of the four elders in the group would speak up. Addressing him by name.
“Ricter, we’ve noticed your skill in doctoral practices have been a great asset to our group, however we don't know much about you over all. As you may guess it is difficult to trust someone who is unknown and wanders into our tribe asking for something, so far we’ve given you the benefit of doubt but we must ask your correlation to the rest of the universes.”
It was a convoluted way of saying ‘who are you’ but understandable, allowing him to answer the question once given. “I’m from the Tangled Green, I work for a clinic in the town of Ambrosia. I had come into the omniverse not too long ago, however I got used to the power that I was given pretty quickly, and from it I managed to form my sword, or at least use its more prominent forms to better aid people.”
Thinking, Ricter had to go over his history, what he’s done, what he’s accomplished, basically everything that has happened to him but nothing of worth. At least in his eyes, “As for anything I’ve done, no, nothing of worth. If your worried if I’m apart of a hostile faction you don't have to worry, unless Ambrosia is some kind of evil ‘faction’’, I doubt it.”
Once his plea was done the elders would take a moment to mull it over, Darunia folding his arms in front of his chest and staring at him, eyes narrowing as the elders began to mumble and talk with one another. After a few moments one of the elders would talk to Darunia in a language that Ricter knew little of, after their talk was done the man soon spoke to the weasel directly.
“Alright, we’ve discussed your standing here, the elders have given your passage to travel with us to our next settlement. In that time your job will be to ensure the safety of our people along the way. We understand your need to find a certain flower and will help with that, but to better establish a trust we ask that you accompany us.”
Understanding this Ricter promptly would nod, he could see why they were skeptical of some random person, no matter how they might be helpful ot their people. But they did this in a manner that both was respectful and made him feel like he had to earn trust rather than just being given it automatically.
“Okay, that seems fair, I’ll do my best to ensure no one gets hurt. If they do I can handle it.”
His tone was confident, a lot less like he was when he was fighting in the tournament not too long ago, less scared, no more wallowing in self doubt. This was what Darunia was looking for, that if he would be apart of this tribe, even temperamentally, that they would be able to aid them like any other guard or brother of the tribe. Nodding, Darunia smirked and spoke up, “Very well, we will be packing up before the end of the day and start traveling at night. Best be ready before that time.”
Silently he nodded to Darunia, thinking it was at this cue he should leave and so he did, backing away and giving a small bow before walking out of the tent now. Darunia, would look back to the elders, one soon speaking up as the weasel left, “He is telling the truth, I’m surprised you called us in here for something like this Darunia, even you could tell this.”
For which the large man would groan, not in annoyance, but more so in believing what was possibly true. “I needed to be sure, we can’t trust everyone that comes by, even if my instincts tell me other wise.” Drawing some nods from the group as they soon began to get up, still very slow and not as fast as someone that could be as spry and in their prime as Ricter, no pun intended, but they all made their way out soon after the weasel did.
The day would pass on naturally, from morning into the afternoon, the caravan was soon set up, consisting of mostly large animals who carried most of the equipment and those who couldn’t walk or roll around quickly were on one animal that carried them along as well. The animals were well adapted to the heat and fire of the verse, making them perfect for hauling and transportation.
Just as Ricter stepped out along the side he would keep his eyes sharp, he didn’t know what to expect along these trips but with Deltimo coming over he would wave. “Hey Deltimo, I was placed on guarding the tribe while you guys move, got any advice for this sorda thing?”
“Guarding the caravan huh? Well besides maybe the occasional dragon, I think you’ll do fine, with all the other tribes guards no longer injured we should be well protected. Anyways! On to more important things, I finished one of my projects.”
The Goron would pull out a sort of vial from hammer space, smiling brightly as he showed him what seemed like a red liquid, resembling fruit punch but he could guess it wouldn’t taste like fruit punch. “A mix of gun powder, magma essence, a bit of powdered dragon bones and what you have here is a potion to fully nullify the effects of fire! Or even lava for that mater.”
His claims seemed far-fetched for sure, fully nullify the ‘effects’ of lava? Did he mean the burning and melting parts of it? Or was he just not familiar with this lands way of how physics worked.
“Uh, you mean this will stop someone from being melted alive by lava?”
“Exactly! I’ve yet to try it out myself, or test it, but I’m for sure confident that it will work on a willing test subject. Which is why I’d be happy if you tried it out yourself.” They asked, which Ricter frowned, gun powder? Magma essence? It sounded like he would be the one melting and not the other way around, also it didn’t sound fun to drink, if anything he wanted nothing to do with being a lab rat for any kind of experimentation done by anyone he didn’t know very well.
But he would take it, maybe his body would be able to handle the effects of what ever it was, in a way he would be fine no matter the outcome, but he had more important things to worry about. “Thanks, I’ll try it out later, once we get to the next settlement.” Ricter offered the eager eyed Goron who waited to see if he would drink the vial but given his promise he smiled and nodded.
“Alright, well good luck, lets hope we don't get attacked this time around.”
Hopeful words to live by, but he felt he could handle it, as for a dragon? Sounded as if this was normal, but if they could fight a dragon themselves, kind of like that trio that battled one some days ago, they should be fine. Still, he wished those guys luck, maybe he would see them again, and hear about their success over the winged beast.
His thoughts were broken down once he heard a horn being blown from the front, seemed the caravan was beginning to head out, which he would start to walk along the side now. Step for step the stout kept pace along side those who had accepted him for the most part. Along the hot jagged rocks bellow, heat radiating off it but not being painful any more.
The stout had gotten used to it after a couple of days of being here, thinking back to Dr. Sorrel he hoped she could manage to help the man that was probably dealing with his burns back at the clinic. He knew what was needed to make the salve to cure him of a burn that was unable to be fixed naturally, part of which might actually be in the vial of liquid he was just given.
Thumbing over the vial he would glance down and inspect it some more, it didn’t feel hot in his hands, if anything it just felt kinda odd that he was contemplating drinking such a thing given its contents. His thoughts had him lagging behind so he placed it away for now, walking along as they traveled in the dead of night. They encountered no resistance, in fact it was very pleasant. Many adults sung songs with drums, while he smiled and went along with it, whistling a tone to their beats.
They traveled over ten miles, but it felt shorter, they past ridges, mountain ranges, and even going through a valley that lead towards a set of mountains and caves. This was the location they were heading for, and as he glanced around he noticed that no creatures would jump out or head for them. Were the caves abandoned?
They were making their way inside of a mountain cave now, one that the valley lead into and was a common place to stay when interchanging certain locations that they needed to go towards. Once they stepped inside of the dark cave, torches were pulled out, making it easier to see over all while Ricter noticed something up ahead. Near a stream of magma inside of the cavern a number of cute looking flowers were along the ‘shore line’ of the river.
They had little ‘eyes’ and looked almost like a toy but it was exactly what he was looking for as he ran over, smiling gleefully before jumping down towards the river but being careful enough as too not jump into the lava himself. Reaching out and picking up the flower he would grab a couple more.
“Yes! Exactly what I needed, with so many here we could even try planting it back home!” The weasel remarked to himself as the group would stop, the cave seemed to be where they were heading towards. Now here the many workers and what not began to collect their things and set up top begin building once more, however Ricter had what he needed and hoped that the tribe had gotten everything needed.
Although he would have been more than happy to maybe stay for a while longer he knew he couldn’t do so when it came to going back to finish his mission and aid the clinic. While everyone was setting up now Ricter felt like his mission was done, he had managed to find the flower and the group he escorted to their new settlement spot seemed to be unpacking and pitching tents as well as locations for everyone to rest and sleep.
The market tents were up already and he had an interest in visiting but it seemed like someone else was walking into the cave, it was the group of monster hunters from before, however they had a cart full of things behind them. Namely some dragon scales, bones, and even some petrified organs from the beast they had slain.
“Oh hello again, looks like your hunt was successful.” The stoat mentioned as the leader had a bright grin on his face, nodding.
“Indeed! It was a fine battle, however he have a few spoils we need to sell, unfortunately we can't carry them all with us back home so were selling them here. The Gorons give a good price on drake related items.”
Of which he’d simply nod, allowing them to pass as he waved in a friendly manner to the rest of the group with a smile. Letting them sell their wares before eventually thy would head out the exit again, in the mean time Ricter began packing up as well, he didn’t have a lot on him but only a simple bag to carry anything he couldn’t normally.
Hours would pass and Daruina with half the tribe were near the exit of the cave. The weasel was with them as well, clutching the side bag full of flowers now while looking to the many friends he had made in his short time here. This looked like a send off which Ricter was happy to try and say good bye to everyone, however Darunia had something to say.
“Thank you for the assistance with everything, I understand I was a little harsh but I can’t go trusting everyone I see. So as a gift we’d like to offer you something.”
Ricter wondered what it was at first, but he wasn’t the type to take free gifts on the fly as he tried to deny it. “Oh its fine, you don't have to.” He expected it to be a trinket of some kind, instead a few Gorons would soon pull out a massive drakes skull, making him freak out as he placed it next to him with a loud thud.
“A group of monster hunters came by and gave this too us, we didn’t need the skull so feel free to take it.” Darunia said as Ricter protested.
“How am I supposed to carry this thing!? Also this feels like your just dumping it on me because you don't want it.”
“Exactly, besides its a gift, don't be so rude.” He smirked as the weasels fur frizzled up. But he calmed down as after spawning in a cart he would get some help to lift it up on the object and soon wave to his friends. “I’ll see you all again one day. Please stay safe friends.”
Getting a small choirs of good byes and waves from everyone Ricter left the group to their own devices, leaving towards the gate once more as he had what hew as looking for, and a few gifts from some very nice friends.