Main Adventure RP

Inspired by the good hit of the spiritual weapon, Yong is ready to leach out a lot of hits.

His second and third hit just hit mist and air though. As with the first attack, the stone creature crumbles and vanishes into the mist. She is gone.

The guards and civilians approach you. They cheer, they say their thanks.

Yong drains his wine gourd and he is immediately rejuvenated. He then sees to his companions' injuries.

"Is everyone alright? There are wounded folk back there, let us see if we can help."

Yeou-Ji reaches out with his hands. "Glad we could help. Is anyone wounded? he says to the guards and civilians. "I am trained to heal."

He is worried that those monsters caused more damage than what him and his party can see.

Xestria stretches, doing a few toe touches and rolling her shoulders to get loose.

"That was fun!" she says, looking around for more trouble.

The guards come to the group. And one of the guardswomen starts talking in a fast voice, filled with adrenaline.

"Thank you so much, strangers. You are heroes. My collegue and I were having trouble keeping the citizens of Yeonido safe against..."

as she talks, quite suddenly and quite quickly the fog vanishes. It dissipates unnaturally fast, leaving the city gate in a nice spring sun.

The guard looks around a little bit confused and then looks at you all, and with a much more formal tone she says: "Welcome to Yeonido, travelers."

Xerxes strides forward and offers a hand to the guard in greeting. "You are your colleagues were brave and honorable. Lesser people may have fled to save themselves."

Offering the firm handshake, he flashes a smile. "My name is Xerxes Kiyashi." He introduces the others, then strokes his chin curiously. "Yeonido is our home, but we've been away for a good year. Do you have any notion of what those things were and where they came from?"

The guard looks at Xerxes a little confused. "Thank you for calling us brave an honorable, mr. Kiyashi. Although, I don't understand why you praise us. What things do your refer to?"

"Forgive me. As I've said we've been away for a while, and we've..." He looks around at the others. "Seen some troubling things and have met troubling people."He looks to the guard. "Is it common now for this type of fog to roll into the city, and to have these type of attacks?"

"I pardon you sir. Fog? It is a very nice and sunny day. I haven't seen any fog in weeks now."

With Xerxes' insight he is quite sure that the guard has no clue about any fog. Her reaction does not seem to be of anyone who had just been defending people from monsters. It is more like a guard on her daily duty.

Xerxes frowns. "I see." He looks the guard up and down, then nods. "Thank you for your time."

He locks eyes briefly with each of the others, one brow raised. "Perhaps we should clean ourselves up, get a meal, and a good night's sleep before we tackle this particular mystery?"

"Good idea... something foul is afoot," says Yeou-Ji, scratching his scales. He sniffs the air with his large dragonborn nostrils. "And not just spiritually either. I think we all could use a bath!"

"A bath is always a welcome respite, but I think I’ll take mine at the bathhouse, if anyone wants to join me. We can have some of the city’s best sake, have a soak, and I can put out some feelers."

Xestria doesn’t want to have another boring night. Surely Xerxes will want to curl up with a book or some such. Yawn. The boy was too pretty to not be paraded around.

"What do you say, dear brother," she says, looping her arm in his and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Want to paint the town red with me?"

Xerxes considers his sister's request, seemingly torn for a moment. He shrugs. "We'll have to find someone to fetch new clothes while we're at the bath," he says looking at his body again. "I don't suppose my old clothes fit anymore, anyway. I'm all bones, now. No need to return home just yet."

He nods, "I could get a massage as well. I've knots on top of my knotted muscles from sleeping on the ground so frequently. Oh, and we'll need wine!" He squeezes his sister's arm in his, and holds her hand. "It's a good idea, lovely sister."

"A mysterious fog appears, and stone monsters wreak havoc. And only moments later, these people have no memory of it. I can't say I haven't had worse hangovers."

Unlike his companions, Yong isn't too keen on baths. So he keeps talking to the guard.

"May I ask what killed your colleagues over there and wounded all those people?"

Yeou-Ji can sense a certain sensation lingering still but fading very quickly.

The guards looks worried at the wounded people and sad at the dead guardsmen. She bows her head. "Tragic. It will require an investigation. Have you seen anything, sir?" she asks Yong.

As everyone, but Yong (and not sure what Kim does) prepares to go to the bathhouse an official wearing a red and blue outfit embroidered with phoenix designs approaches the bathhouse goers. You would recognize their outfit as that of as a Magistrate.

"I apologize for my impertinence," they say, "but I have an odd question I have to ask. Have you just suffered an unusual experience?"

Xerxes nods respectively towards the magistrate. "An unusual experience is relative compared to what we've seen in our travels this past year, magistrate." He leans against his cane, which despite having seen more ware in the past year than it has in the dozen before, still seems to appear as a very expensive and old artifact. Between it, and the magic of the hat, he does appear as a Kiyashi--a high born noble of a wealthy and old clan.He offers a friendly smile. "But I will say in our many, many years living in this fair city, what we have just witnessed is unprecedented. We're quite weary from it, however, so perhaps you will join us on the way to the baths while we give you a full report of what we witnessed?"

Ji-Eun approaches the wounded, inspects the wounds, and then attempts to bandage them up the best she can.

"Try to hold still and I'll bandage you up the best I can at the moment. You don't happen to remember anything either do you?"

Yeou-Ji nods to the magistrate. "Yes... something odd has occurred. A fog rolled into the city and stone, winged creatures were attacking the citizens. We defeated them but..." He trails off and looks around, noting how everything seems as if nothing supernatural occurred.

"Well, let's say what we experienced was vastly different than what everyone else here experienced. The guard's reactions are very different than ours. I get a sense that something otherworldly has made its presence known... and fled." He looks at the magistrate with a straight but concerned face, hoping he did not sound too crazy.