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Discussion in 'Kasuto Village' started by Acacia Antioch, Nov 17, 2017.

  1. Acacia Antioch

    Acacia Antioch Well-Intentioned Voodooist Trying Her Best
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    Kasuto was busy, despite the freezing weather. People were up and awake, walking along the main road, carrying carts and baskets and bags. Everyone was engaged in the business of a new morning before the daylight had even completely risen. The city was lit mostly with lamps, both indoors and lining the street.

    Acacia and Durheim drew long looks from passersby. Acacia couldn't blame them. In a place like this, anyone and everyone will look on outsiders with distrust. It would be hard to look more foreign than they did, a Stalfos and a wannabe witch, one dressed like a sorceress and the other under so many layers he looked like something of a walking comforter set. Acacia kicked at the packed dirt that made up the town's roads with scuffed boots, kicking up small clouds of dust and dirt. The morning sun that shone down at a slant hurt Acacia's eyes. She pulled her hood low over her eyes, wiping at her blurry vision. Despite her layers and layers, Acacia was still freezing - her experiments with black magic left her with a weak constitution and nearly no natural protection from harsh weather.

    She had insisted on purchasing a map from a vendor near the town’s center. It wasn’t that Acacia doubted Durheim’s memory of the village, certainly not. What she did doubt, however, was the idea that Kasuto would not have changed drastically since the last time he was alive within Kasuto’s walls.

    And so, with her nose pressed into a crinkled cloth map, Acacia navigated through the town’s streets with an occasional correction from Durheim here and a snappy remark in response there.

    Today was the day Acacia had been working towards: her arrival at the village of Kasuto. It was certainly a welcome change from her time out in the harsh Hyrule wilderness, forbidden dungeons, or even the town which she used to call home. She had her staff slung over her back, and a large sidebag over her shoulder. She certainly looked like a magician with all the knicks and knacks she had on her person, which was only reinforced by the fact that she was indeed a magician.

    Kasuto lacked the glitz and polish Acacia had been expecting. Its houses were cold, its ground was cold, its denizens were cold, but they sure had some hair on their chests. She couldn’t help but appreciate the the independent, free nature of the bustling town.

    ...Even if she hated being here. It was cold out, her feet hurt, and she kept reminding Durheim that she swore her fingers were turning purple from the cold. Acacia grumbled, coughing hard into her sleeve.

    “Either we find a good place to stop and rest, or one of both of us learns very quickly how to reanimate my corpse after I freeze to death so that we can keep moving. I can hardly remember why we're even here in the first place. That's how cold it is.”

    It was, like, forty degrees Fahrenheit, and Acacia was completely overreacting.

    "And that's not hyperbole."
     
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  2. Durheim Gortante

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    In the quiet of the cold morning, when all the natural world yet stood still, one could almost hear their own heartbeat. Each muffled footfall, every muttered conversation, and the dull roar of a feeble breeze… somewhere a door slammed, and somewhere else a gaggle of chickens clucked over their feed. Save for those things, quiet reigned supreme.

    Or it would have, at any rate, if Durheim had been by himself. As it was, Acacia was being rather distressingly loud.

    He briefly cocked his head towards his companion, doing his best approximation of a droll stare, before setting his eyes dead ahead once more. Besides the fact that they really hadn’t even broken camp all that long ago, and had been perusing around Kasuto for even less time, he could hardly see why the cold would even be a problem when one could simply toss on an extra layer. Unless Acacia didn’t have any extra layers to put on for whatever reason… he made a mental note to purchase the most oversized coat he could find before they left town, for the combined purpose of thinning down the complaining and enabling himself to act smug.

    At any rate, however, there would soon be little to complain about, for their destination was near. He leaned over and tapped a finger on Acacia’s map, marking the spot where the Naughty Horn Inn sat, tracing a line there with another. The message, he hoped, was fairly clear: it was merely a few stone’s throws away, a fact that he was elated about for a range of reasons. Secondarily, however, he did hope that he was conveying at least a touch that this wasn’t his first time being in Kasuto since being returned to life, for Acacia rather inexplicably seemed to be under such an impression, a fact that made him resent her recently acquired map somewhat. Not willing to let that thought tarnish his good mood, however, he abandoned it as hastily as one might toss trash and returned his attention to the quiet, and the wind, and the simple things, absentmindedly letting muscle memory be his guide—for lack of a better term, of course.
     
  3. Leif Aldwin

    Leif Aldwin Timid Bush Boy with a big heart
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    So this was Kasuto Village! Leif had seen the place from a distance as he'd been approaching it alongside Gordah, but he never imagined it would look like this! ...Well, in all fairness he didn't know what to imagine it looking like, but the hustle and bustle of the village was more than enough to excite him a bit. He wasn't at all used to all these crowds of people, so it was more bittersweet than anything. It was all so different and exciting, but at the same time he wasn't too keen on getting caught up in these crowds. Then he remembered why they came here in the first place. They needed help with those bandits.

    Luckily, Leif was being lead about town by Gordah in the first place. If it were any other way, he'd already have been lost in the most extreme way possible. Not only was he not accustomed to towns as a whole, but his sense of urban awareness was all sorts of non-existent. To put it plainly, if Gordah weren't here, he wouldn't have a clue where he was going. At all. Though, he was trying his best to familiarise himself with the village as they made their way through it. ...The results were lacking, but he was trying as hard as he could.

    Another factor that had confused him a little were the lack of animals roaming about the place. Well, that isn't to say there weren't any, because there were plenty, but moreso the lack of animals he was used to. Instead of the usual birds, small canines and the like that lived near his woodland home, most of what he saw came in the form of either the occasional rat scampering closely by his feet, or the numerous Cucco's that resided in the village, most of which presumably belonged to one of the local farmers.

    Speaking of Cucco's, one such bird had haphazardly fluttered upwards and had found a comfortable perch atop Leif's head. It would seem that not even domesticated animals were less liable to follow him around. Luckily for him the bird didn't weigh very much.

    Either way, he continued to follow Gordah's lead. Trying his best to disregard the brisk temperatures. Well, in saying that, he didn't mind them all that much. In fact, he was quite a fan of the cold. It usually served to be quite refreshing in the mornings, or in the afternoons. Or any time of the day actually, it was just an excellent wake-up call. Regardless, he continued moving closely by Gordah's side. He'd remembered that keeping an eye out for an inn was a good idea, since he'd been told that inns were hubs of activity for all sorts of people. ...Unfortunately he didn't really know what an inn looked like. So, as with before, he was trusting in Gordah to lead them the right way.
     
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  4. Gordah

    Gordah Two-faced Reprobate
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    Kasuto Village. A tavern-heavy, fiercely independent little settlement where the weather, people, and atmosphere was sure to put some chest on your chest. The uncomfortable temperatures, the modest and simple architecture, the deliberate and no-nonsense way people moved and talked and lived, it almost reminded Gordah of home. Cuccos bukawed and preened, goats and horses moseyed around in their ranches, and the Goron could hear the easy, genuine merriment echoing from any given house on a village block.

    "Man, can't wait to get out of this dump."


    Gordah's companion for this journey, however, seemed to think otherwise. His blue eyes grew the size of saucers as he drank up every tidbit of information he came across, no doubt committing them to memory. The way he seemingly stopped to flit around every fig and crow at every chicken would waste valuable time, for sure, but Gordah could be patient. Leif's naivety confirmed to the Goron that this should be a cinch, easy money from here on out.

    The Goron idly scratched himself as he lugged his cart through the well-worn dirt streets of Kasuto, his makeshift rickshaw finding it's way into deep grooves in the beaten path. This was nowhere near his first time visiting, the rotund rock knowing almost every nook and cranny of the hamlet, but he still pointed out notable places to Leif, who seemed more occupied with housing birds in his hair. What a freaky, little weirdo he was shaping up to be.

    "Over there is the library. Couldn't tell you why it's here, never pegged any of these folks for reading much.

    Village market's just past that corner. Whatever you need. Meat, vegetables, grains. I, uh, horses, I guess? Saw a mule for sale there once, and let me tell you, I was tempted.

    Meshash sets up shop over to the right sometimes, but she don't much care for me anymore. Just don't be here around twilight. Well, you can smell her a mile away, she doesn't bathe."


    Gordah, however, didn't stop once. He and Leif, as discussed before, had some place to be. In fact, they were almost there, hearing the jovial shouts emanating from one of Kasuto's more popular watering holes, appropriately named the Naughty Horn Inn. Some male voices, some female voices, even some animal voices, all Gordah would wager tipped with a bit of liquid courage. And this early in the morning? For shame, Kasuto. For. Shame.

    Time to find some mercenaries. Whatever that may entail.
     
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  5. Acacia Antioch

    Acacia Antioch Well-Intentioned Voodooist Trying Her Best
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    The magician quirked an eyebrow at her skeletal companion’s recommendation, gesturing with her hand at the map. More specifically, she jabbed a finger at the inn labelled there: the Naughty Horn Inn, as was named. The outdoors on this morning felt akin to food storage: very cold and dry. Her breath appeared before her face in frothy white puffs.

    “The Naughty Horn Inn, hm? Someone’s got a sense of humor, don’t they?”

    With large, swooping strides, Acacia wandered ahead. She had to slip between farmers and farm animals alike just to pass through Kasuto’s dirt streets. The aforementioned inn was easily identifiable, being the largest building on the street, (and with a hanging sign that read "INN" in big bold letters) and it was right in their path. Acacia motioned for Durheim to follow her inside, a beckoning wave of her hand, and the dark mage pushed open the door to let herself in.

    Acacia’s immediate impression was that the place smelled like old beer. Probably gallons of homebrew ale has been splashed onto the woodwork over the years. But, though she hated to admit it, this inn was warm and cozy. There was no snow outside, but the wind had picked up. And here she stood, between the proverbial rock and hard place. A room full of drunks and laymen and brigands, threatening to catch fire at any moment. Cold bluster on the other side, which was also filled with laymen and brigands, but less drunks.

    Acacia folded up her map and stuffed it into her satchel. She cast a look over her shoulder at Durheim, a raised eyebrow hidden behind her hood. Her expression bore a look that said, Is this just about what you remember?

    It was uncharacteristic, and annoying, that Acacia was this sassy. The small mage usually spent her time silent, her nose in a thick book or some ancient-looking scroll.

    But it wouldn’t do to retrieve a copy of the Necronomicon or something similar from her satchel and pop it open. That would earn her no small number of odd looks, or pitchforks, or stakes to burn her on. While she may not receive such extremely exaggerated treatment here in Kasuto, (or anywhere, really) it would do to be prudent in public.

    When in establishments such as this, Acacia was never the one to do all of the talking. She usually let someone else speak for her, and she almost gestured for Durheim to approach the bar and order the two of them some drinks, but then she remembered: he was mute. And that was a problem.

    She stepped close to him, whispering with him as if conspiring on the nature of some dark, forbidden secret. She had to stand on her tip-toes to perform the action, due to the height difference.

    “What would you like to drink?”

    Then she stopped, took a step back, then held her head in her hands embarrassedly. When she removed her hands from her face, there was a deep crimson flush in her cheeks.

    “I am so, so sorry.”

    Acacia coughed hard, clearing her throat, rubbing her hands together and breathing into her palms in an attempt to warm them up. She hooked a thumb over her shoulder, indicating a nearby table.

    “We should, ah, sit down. At one of the tables, yes? Come.”

    Without waiting for Durheim to write his response or otherwise nonverbally communicate his yes or a no, Acacia had already scuttled to an empty table, resting her staff in her lap. She patted the seat next to her, indicating she’d like Durheim to sit beside her.
     
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  6. Durheim Gortante

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    The moderate cold of the outdoors was fast swept away by the deep, smoky warmth of the inn’s interior as Acacia and Durheim strode in, the door sliding shut once more in their wake. As it was still early morning, it was a more subdued crowd than usual that sat strewn about the many tables in the building’s heart, with any other guests presumably still conked out in their rooms. Nonetheless, even under such conditions the active patrons stalwartly proved themselves a raucous bunch, with Durheim’s quick headcount of both empty mugs and people favoring the former in total, and just enough racket for Acacia’s whispered question to require his full attention to comprehend.

    Upon hearing said question, however, he felt that he rather would have preferred not hearing it at all, or even simply replacing it with another one of the girl’s haughty looks. He shrugged and waved a dismissal hand, but all the same couldn’t do much to prevent being visibly put out somewhat. As the offender hastily made her way to a seat like a soldier on the retreat, however, Durheim resolved to salvage the situation and again squared his shoulders, for he had a plan in mind that was now tried and true.

    He watched the counter where the barkeep plied their craft for a moment, during which time a patron sidled over and slid a fistful of rupees across the counter and received a drink in exchange. Taking note of the value of said handful (and feeling rather grateful that the man had purchased what looked to be simply home brew rather than anything with a name and a price to match), he drew forth his money purse and removed enough for two of the same beverage from therein, divvying the wealth into an equal amount in either hand. Approaching the counter himself, he emptied each onto the woodgrain and rapped the surface with an iron-clad knuckle, at which point he turned about and acquired a stool for a moment, appearing to simply be distracted by the liveliness of the tavern. Sure enough, after another few terse moments of acting, the sound of tingling rupees being swept away met his ear, and acting as one broken out of a reverie, Durheim turned and accepted the two mugs of ale promptly set forth with a gracious nod from under his helm, then took each and his leave.

    A moment later, he triumphantly brought down a cup before Acacia like a judge might a gavel, then taking a seat alongside her and setting his own drink uselessly to one side. Folding his arms behind his head, he leaned the chair back as far as he could without it tipping. They would have to get down to business momentarily, for certain, but not nearly so soon that he could not be content for a moment merely acting smug over his doubtlessly impressive capabilities.
     
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  7. Leif Aldwin

    Leif Aldwin Timid Bush Boy with a big heart
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    Leif's face grew a mite concerned as Gordah referred to Kasuto as a dump of all things. What an obtuse descriptor for this place! Well, it might've been a 'dump' in Gordah's eyes, but Leif was already heavily fascinated by everything around him. Though, he did stop his curious and frivolous glancing around when Gordah began to speak, pointing out the locations and such within the exciting, and unfamiliar village that surrounded him.

    Wait, the people in this town didn't like reading? That's absurd! Reading is such a wonderful way to pass the time! Though, it was true that the people he'd been looking at did look just a bit dull, he felt certain that at least some people made a big enough use of the library. Either way, he listened closely to Gordah's words, nodding intently as he took in every piece of information.

    Though he'd heard hushed whispers of what markets were like around Hyrule, he was told they used a lot of something called 'Rupees'. What, they didn't just trade goods between one another? Weird. He was mindful to try and avoid whoever this 'Meshash' was as well, though he was already being introduced to all sorts of new smells, he was sure that whoever this person was, they weren't the only one that didn't bathe in this town.

    Either way, after he'd already been bombarded with overwhelming sights and information, they came to yet another source of both. The Naughty Horn Inn, as it were. And oh wow, it was just vibrant in here. Leif thought so at least, there were just so many many people having a good time and-- wait, oh, that's a crowd. A big crowd of people. His excitement shifted quite quickly into anxiety as he realised just how many people were sitting here. Matters were made worse when the Cucco that was enjoying its time atop his head took a moment to loudly flap about, effectively readjusting itself to a more comfortable position in the most loud, attention dragging way it could. What a rude bird.

    Luckily for him however, only a few stray gazes were cast his way. Though, that didn't stop his heart from racing a million miles a minute. He'd never been in a place like this before, heck, he didn't even know what he was supposed to say or do. People were sitting at tables, maybe that's what he should do? Yes! Take a seat! He turned gingerly to Gordah.

    "Shouldn't we-- erm, shouldn't we occupy one of the empty tables here? Maybe we could take a look around from there, see if we can't find any people that would be willing to help us...!" He said in a slightly raised voice, trying his hardest to talk over the rabble of the tavern without actually calling any sort of attention to himself.

    Though he had suggested that the pair make the move to a table elsewhere, he didn't really have the confidence to run over to any sort of empty table and claim it, almost a little afraid that some big beefy dude would up and snatch it from him. However, a pair in particular within the bar had caught his eye, if not just a bit. What looked like a man in heavy armour seated beside a pale looking girl he took to be a wizard. He figured keeping them in mind for later reference would be a good idea, but he then realised he'd been staring at them for an upwards of about fifteen seconds, hastily averting his gaze, trying his hardest not to look like a weirdo as if the Cucco atop his head weren't already selling that very strongly.

    But, nonetheless, he and Gordah were here. They'd have to find someone for the task they'd taken upon themselves at some point. He figured it would only be a matter of time, as it were.
     
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