[MISSION] Explore Floor 1 (Group 2)

[Chamomile]

It was mid-morning in the Labyrinth. The entrance was quiet, perhaps due to the presence of the Mythraegalian Guard stationed in the first large clearing. There were only four guards, sure, one to guard each pathway, but it would be a fair assumption to guess that they scared off the monsters so far. Past the guards however, one could not tell what explorers might run into.

As per usual, the entrance is a long pathway until this first main clearing. The guard at the south path, the one the party must travel upwards to reach the clearing, will provide the group with a piece of parchment and a quill for mapping out the floor. The other guards who guard the west, north, and east paths from the clearing will not move unless the group has this map with them.

[Nargacuga]

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The first to arrive was a young man with a parcel held in one arm and the Nargacuga in tow. This man was Valerian Cetran, a prominent scholar and magician tasked with the training of the Nargacuga when his last trainer proved too inept for the task. He was clad in a thin brown cloak that swept back as he walked, revealing the finer traveling leathers befitting of a nobleman that he wore beneath. His hair was a vivid red that often shone like fire in the sunlight. To the Nargacuga, this man was simply known as his current keeper and the human he was most familiar with. The two had arrived very early in the morning, as Valerian seemed rather intent on getting there before any of the explorers that had volunteered for the queens mission. As soon as they had arrived Nargacuga stalked off to some 'corner' of the clearing to lay down as Valerian approached the southern guard. Valerian didn't even seem to bat an eye as Nargacuga wandered off and, much to his irritation, he knew why: he was tethered to the man. Not by any measure of rope or chain but by the invisible and intangible pull of magic that connected the metallic collar around his neck to the necklace that hid around that of his keeper. Nargacuga watched lazily as Valarian pulled out the parcel and retrieved its contents, several pages of parchment and quills, which he handed to the guard who would in turn hand them to the explorers. The scholar kept none for himself, as he was uncertain if he would be joining the explorers, and he certainly did not hand any to Nargacuga as the beast (obviously) could not write. His keeper continued to talk to the guard about various things like 'orders' and 'ecology', but nothing that caught the black beasts interest. All that was left now was to wait, though it would be quite some time before the other explorers would begin to arrive.

[Santa]

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[Elias]

Elias glanced up at the sun. He wasn't to good at figuring out the hour by the sun, but even he could tell he was late. To make matters worse, the people who'd designed armor hadn't made it easy to run in.

Elias cursed under his breath. Such was the life of a teenager- every once in a while you just had to over sleep. Especially when your bed is so comfortable. There'd be plenty of time for that later though, now there were maps to be made.

Elias skidded to a halt at the meeting place. It had been his intention to introduce himself and then apologize profusely to the two men, but something else caught his eye.

He pointed at the giant black... creature before them. Elias opened his mouth and promptly shut it. He paused for a moment before opening his mouth again. He glanced at the brunette, who was trying to make contact with the beast, and shut it again.

After a moment, he finally said. "Er. Sorry for being late, everyone." He gave them a half hearted wave. "This is the... uh, map making party, right?" 

Secretly, he hoped it was. This creature looked interesting as hell, especially if it was going dowm with them.

[Mischa]

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HOW DO I SAY I'M SORRY? 'CAUSE THE WORD IS JUST NEVER GONNA COME OUT. L-O-V-E'S JUST ANOTHER WORD I NEVER LEARNED TO PRONOUNCE. TIGHT JEANS, DOUBLE D'S, MAKING ME GO -- ![/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;]Fourth to arrive was the medic, Mischa. She had gotten a bit of a late start today. The reason “why” was due to her almost compulsive urge to buff a stubborn scuff from the toe of her right boot. Dirty little marks showed up easily on the white leather, an inevitable issue for someone in her field. The scuffles she faced in the back row were minimal, but traversing the labyrinth itself was also a danger to her boot’s normally pristine condition. Accumulated dirt, or worse, blood; were often cleaned up on trips home, or as soon as she was able. The scuff mark was one of those save-for-later deals, which she now regretted leaving alone until the last minute. Now she stepped into the agreed upon meeting space – and instantly spotted the oddest addition to this mapping party. The Beast. She’d read the party registry as usual, but it rarely went into detail beyond class and line assignment. So she had known in advance that a Beast would also be in the back row with her, but had not expected…this. In either case, there was now defensive support for either lines. There would also be a Farmer joining her and the Beast in the back line – conveniently placed beside the Beast in case it decided to go on a rampage and maul the closest thing (besides its master) to it. She cast a curious glance at said Beast, wondering if it were able to put much use to the wings attached to its forelegs. It was probably flightless, but may be able to glide…She made a mental note to stay away from the tail – it looked strong enough to break a few ribs or more with relative ease. ’I hope it behaves itself…’ Finally, she turned her attention away from the splendid Beast, and to the other two party members, and the Beast’s tamer. Two young men…they were still missing a fifth. Both of them looked more or less dumbfounded by the Beast’s presence, but who could blame them? Mischa had assumed the assigned Beast would be much smaller and less overbearing. She noted one of the young men, a lad who kept opening and closing his mouth, apparently unable to form a response. He seemed to be the only one here in heavy armor and carried a shield. This was the Protector on the front line, then. "I hope you’re a lot more confident on the battlefield… " He wouldn’t be much of a Protector if he allowed himself to get so frazzled every time he saw an unfamiliar beast. Not waiting for a response, Mischa circled around the group until she was near the young man who was dazzled by the Beast’s presence, and lifted the butt end of her staff to lightly poke him in the small of his back. "That’s an intelligent animal, not someone’s pet. I’m sure it doesn’t appreciate being groped by random strangers." That and they still were unsure of its temperament, which could be cleared up by simply speaking to its tamer. "Besides – I’m sure you don’t enjoy having strangers poke at you like this, ne~? " To emphasize her point, she stopped poking him in the back with the staff to rub a hand there, in the fashion of one stroking a dog’s back. "Who’s a good swordsman? Yes you are – yes you are~. " [/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: Narga, Santa, Elias, Corentin WORDS: 565. NOTES: She just...blocked Santa. CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]

[Corentin]

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[Nargacuga]

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Like the dragon from Sora's tale, Nargacuga did not respond well to the idea of being touched. He watched warily as the brown-haired human approached him, a deep threatening growl reverberating from within him as he warned the man not to touch him. He didn't attack the human though. He couldn't attack him. He could feel the faint whirring vibration of magical energy emanating from his metal collar as it prevented him from outright assaulting the man. It was a strange and altogether unpleasant feeling; knowing that hewanted to attack the human but no matter how hard he tried he could not will himself to do so. Luckily Valerian had noticed the boy and was walking over to stop him, though in the end he was not the one to do so. Instead a white-haired woman did the job for him, though her tone was slightly more chiding than the beast's tamer would have been. Narga found it rather amusing though so he did stop his threats and watched them silently for a moment. He still maintained his low stance though and would glare intensely at the brunette any time the human turned his head back toward him. Valerian then, upon noticing everyone had arrived, clapped his hands together loudly in an attempt to draw everyone's attention away from Narga and onto himself. “Yes, it is as the good woman says. I understand your curiosity but please refrain from touching him unnecessarily. I would also advise you not to touch anything else unusual in the labyrinth, though I doubt you all would be so careless.” As he added those last words he looked directly at Sora with a friendly, though slightly accusing, smile. He then turned his head around to the others and continued. “Anyway, I assume you are all here to map the first floor of the labyrinth. Good to see you all made it. I am Valerian Cetran, keeper of our friend here the Nargacuga. If anyone has any questions about him please direct them to me.” Narga snarled at the word 'friend' in disagreement, but was otherwise silent as he lay back down upon the floor and peered at the newcomers. He knew that the humans would no doubt want to waste time introducing themselves and grabbing their supplies so he would probably not be moving for a little while longer.

[Santa]

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[Elias]

Elias frowned at the medic, previous fascination gone.

He gestured with his shield. "Well, you'd better hope I'm more confident on the battlefield, Ma'am," he drawled, voice dripping with sarcasm. 

He considered following this up with another 'witty' retort, but the medic had begun to pet the other brunette there. Elias raised an eyebrow. 

Well, that was weird. Even if she was just doing it to prove a point. This... Santa the Sellsword's expression was unreadable, but Elias doubted it was happy. Besides, all this talk of judgement rubbed Elias the wrong way.  To each his own, he guess, but still... everyone judged everyone anyway. What did it matter what Elias said or did so long as he protected his companions.  He looked up at the sky, uncertain if there was a sixth mysterious person watching him.

Ha. If there was, it was probably that damn ninja, Nanashi.

Putting  a wiry smile on his face, he walked over to the soft spoken Farmer. "Good afternoon," he said, the grin still plastered on his face. "Name's Elias Dunmarre. And you are?" He glanced back at Valerian, when the man spoke and then back at the beast, the Nargacuga. "Sure is fascinating, eh?" He raised an eyebrow at the farmer.

[Mischa]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss351/blinxkasshu/Fux/PrussiaFemalefull576060-1.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss351/blinxkasshu/Fux/PrussiaFemalefull576060-1.jpg);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss351/blinxkasshu/Fux/PrussiaFemalefull576060-1.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]L-O-V-E IS JUST[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]ANOTHER WORD I NEVER LEARNED TO PRONOUNCE. HOW DO I SAY I'M SORRY? 'CAUSE THE WORD IS JUST NEVER GONNA COME OUT. L-O-V-E'S JUST ANOTHER WORD I NEVER LEARNED TO PRONOUNCE. TIGHT JEANS, DOUBLE D'S, MAKING ME GO -- ![/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;]"Good boy~! " This taunting would have gone on forever, had the Beast’s tamer not interfered. He more or less repeated what she’d said to the sellsword, but in a more…diplomatic matter. She gave the brunette’s hair a good hearted ruffle before pulling away and ceasing to touch his person. Her point had been made, at least. Hopefully he would be more wary in the future; it wouldn’t do to have a teammate get mauled half to death because he didn’t know how to keep his hands to himself. She caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of her eye, finally acknowledging the presence of their final party mate. Mischa didn’t have to turn around to confirm the familiarity of that state of dress and that shock of white hair, and the unmistakable dull glint off the blade of the shovel. It was that farmer again. The former boyish excitement from the sellsword who called himself Sora was replaced by a dull, boorish air, with a tone of voice that could put wide-eyed school children to sleep from pure boredom. This sudden shift in demeanor annoyed her, and didn’t seem to impress the Beast, either. The atmosphere cooled down as they all introduced themselves. "Volkov. Mischa Volkov," she stated with a flick of the wrist. This same hand gestured at the Beast – the Nargacuga. "’Nargacuga’ is a bit of mouthful – would it be alright if I used ‘Narga’ instead?" Though her gaze was still trained on the Nargacuga, her question was directed at Valerian. The beast may not have had a proper name, but she could at the very least use something a lot less…impersonal. You had to be a bit more careful with Beasts – not that she particularly minded. They talked a hell of a lot less, for one, so there were fewer complaints. That and she preferred their company to other people from time to time. The Medic brushed at nonexistent dust on her coat as she waited for the expedition to begin. [/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: Narga, Santa, Elias, Corentin WORDS: 337. NOTES: That chibi Narga is adorable. <3 CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]

[Chamomile]

(Corentin has been skipped for this round. Continue on with Nargacuga.)

The guard thanked Valerian for the supplies, and they had been running low from the last batch of Exploration parties that had come through. The guard didn't understand why they needed so many explorers to map out this floor, but he guessed it was to make sure nothing was missed. The Guild and the Royal Court liked very in depth reports of the Labyrinth after all. No stone was to be left unturned...

However, seeing this party busy with introductions, the guard scowled. He shoved a paper and pen towards the party members, hoping someone would notice.

"Get a move on, okay? We're not responsible if you go missing after nightfall." It had been a long and stressful morning already. The guards in the clearing, seeing their gruff companion hand over the mapping supplies, looked to each other with uncertainty, but them moved aside from the paths they were blocking. They didn't seem to be as unfriendly as the first one. Then again, all they had to do was stand in front of a path. That didn't exactly require interaction.

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