As Galadion continued to sit there staring into the flames his silvery eyes seemed misted over slightly as he was lost in his own thoughts, there were so many variables that needed to be considered before they actually started this quest for lack of a better term. He knew that the four other players that had joined him around the fire would be there the help him out, well he knew that he could count on at least three of the four anyway Camus was a bit of a wildcard, he wondered if the man was still angry at him for what had happened when the two of them first met. Hell he wasn't even entirely sure that the man was going to accept the request to come and help him, he had the absolutely worst personality out of everyone that he had ever met in his entire life, he only cared about himself and looked at everyone as nothing more than a pawn to be used in his own eternal game of chess. Turning his head Galadion looked at the pink haired female who had agreed to join him and smiled softly at her as he shook his head, he was glad to hear that she was excited to take part in this quest but he knew that it would be short lived once they started. The amount of work that it was going to take to actually achieve this goal was going to be massive, it was going to take such a long time that he wouldn't be surprised if many players lost interest along the way and went their own way. He however would never give up, not as long as he had breathe in his lungs and power in his body he would fight. Every day they would have to venture out, putting themselves in harms way against not just the beasts of the region but also the plant life itself that could kill them all at any and every turn. "I'll go into more detail about the long term goal later on. Right now its better to just focus on the town right now, its going to take all of our strength to just pull off this one task". Turning his head he allowed his silvery optics to land upon the youngest of them gathered there and chuckled softly as he shook his head once again "You should probably get some sleep, as soon as its first light then we are going to head out. You can still manage to get a few hours of sleep to prepare yourself for the challenges that we are going to face tomorrow". The younger Yladian reminded him way to much of himself when he first appeared in this world, every small thing had been amazing and fascinating to him and all he wanted to do was spend all of his time roaming from place to place and see new sights while exploring new regions. The younger Yladian still had so much potential in his eyes, they all did, they all had the power to become anything that they wanted to in this world but yet there they were, following him into the great unknown with their lives on the line, something he wouldn't soon forget. Galadion listened to the voice that came from behind him and nodded his head ever so slightly, leave it to the assassin that had chosen to serve to ask the most practical of question. It didn't make much sense to be barreling into the town knowing nothing about what they were getting themselves into, however all he had to go on were second hand tales that he had heard, stories from travelers. Right when he was about to answer was when he heard Camus and his obnoxious big mouth which caused an exhausted sight to leave his mouth as he shook his head ever so slightly, there were days he wondered if he made the right decision when he had decided to spare the mans life when they first encountered one another. He was loud, obnoxious and for some reason, entirely full of himself believing that anything and everyone to be beneath him for really absolutely no reason than because he decided that that was the proper order of things, something that constantly got on his nerves and made him fight them urge to kill him every time he opened his mouth. While it might have been true that Camus knew more about the beasts of the other region in this world than he did, there was not one of them that had spent anyway near as much time in the Yladian regions as he had. "Camus, shut up. There is not a single person in this group that has spent as much time in these regions as I have, I know the beasts of this area better than anyone here because of this. So either stop talking or I'm going to cast an illusion spell on you taking away your ability to speak entirely" his eyes flashed ever so slightly with annoyance as he looked over that the male that he had just been talking too. While he already knew that the male was going to brush off the threat that had just been uttered and pay it absolutely no attention what so ever he should also already know that Galadion was serious in his threat and would do exactly as he said he would. Finally he turned his attention back to the crackling flames for a second before he exhaled deeply "Long ago the Yladians were forced from their homeland by the invading demonic forces to their northern border, while we will more than likely not run into any of the actual demons themselves the regions are flooded with demonic thralls. These thralls are enslaved into the service of a demon and will carry out any command that they receive from it without and question, they are decently strong and bloodthirsty so we will have to be on our guard. However there is more than just the thralls, there is a large group of fanatic occultists that had taken up worshiping the demons hoping to one day become a thrall themselves. They are also pretty strong and their fanatic beliefs make them that much worse so if we run into any of them then be prepared for a fight that will only end in their deaths"
Watching the annoyance that was always sticking out like a sore thumb, out of place, and not out of mind - the aggravating Camus had made his appearance. As always he thought he was on a high horse, thinking he was better than everyone - even the king. Gwelundir had enough of his words, and simply moved to him, snatching what he had in his hands, before moving in front of the fire. He sat down crossing his legs as he began to prepare the meat, before skewering them with sticks, and propping them over the fire, making sure they were getting enough heat to cook through just right. Of course by this point the King had begun to tell a story, one that he knew he should have listened in on, but honestly? That was too much a hindrance. He really wasn't all that bothered by the lore and the history of his race. He just wanted to enjoy the moment. Watching the meat cooking, as it slowly turned from a pinky red to a browny colour to show that it had been cooking, he turned the meat so that it would cook on both sides. Of course this looked like a mediocre skill, and something that anyone could do, but without the vocation skill the food was going to be burnt, charred, and wasted. It was thanks to his choice in the Cooking Vocation that the food would turn out well. His hand reached down, tearing off a piece of meat, and slipping it onto his tongue, before moving it around. He bit through it, chewing it, and then swallowing it. He gave a nod, before taking the stick and moving to Camus, shoving the meat into his mouth. "Shut up and sit down." He spoke. "Eat that, you'll need to recover your health and energy." He spoke with a sigh, turning around to focus on the bigger piece, taking his time to cook it well.
She stood there, silently listening to Galadion speak as she watched the others around them. Camus' mouth, of course, interrupted everything. To be honest, she'd have been willing to listen to him about the supposed beasties, at least, but there was their chosen Sovereign speaking up to tell the arrogant one to shut up. She was beginning to see that she didn't mind the silver-haired flamboyant male so much as she might have believed, but for now, Galadion saved her from showing it. She counted that as a good thing, seeing as there was no telling what such a declaration might do to his ego. Listening as Galadion began to tell his tale, she crossed her arms over her chest and watched the others intently. The interactions between them all had always been a fair point to determine certain things about each one. They all had their ups and downs; little quirks and such that got under her skin, but still there were points, also, that kept them redeemed. It was funny, in a manner, how they had come to be such a group as they were, even if they didn't travel together all the time. Caelynn was likely still the weaker of them all, but she could tell, still yet, that the girl had been training. That was a good thing, and hopefully, she had grown from that whiney child-like state that they had first found her in. Gwelundir was young, but his logic and the maturity he showed when necessary were immaculate. She truly enjoyed the young man's company and knew he could be trusted in the heat of battle. Galadion was their King. That had been their choice and as such, she followed him willingly, though she had no problem stepping on even his toes when needed. And then there was Camus. Camus was an enigma. By all rights with the way he treated her, she should probably hate him. She didn't, however, even if he might think she did. She simply had no problems with letting him know he couldn't run the world. Shaking herself from her thoughts, she gave a laugh as she watched Gwelundir shove a hunk of the meat he was preparing into Camus' mouth. She could already, almost, see the older male's reaction and she simply tilted her head to watch, as Gwelundir moved back to the fire to finish his task. It was definitely an odd bond between them all, and she, for one, couldn't wait to see where took them.
He hated being told that he didn't know something. He hated anything that showed he was less than being greater than everyone. So he wondered why he had even accepted this offer. Right because he was still ticked off at the first encounter. To get to his main goal he had to stick around, he had to look as if he was loyal to a point. Though of course, he was better than everyone here. No one else could compare. Though would he say that he actually hated this group of people? Not really. That was saying something great seeing as he hated people. He preferred the company of animals to them and for good reason-- his player's life wasn't all to blame for it. Galadion himself had actually fed that seed within him. Though that didn't stop the facts, he was here. He was sitting around the campfire with the rest of them. He could hear the babbling in the background from the great one himself. Honestly, he thought that he knew everything, just because he had been around the longest. In this factor, maybe he was being a bit of a child. Though he couldn't help it, something about the man he had 'swore' loyalty to set him off. The man wasn't some great all powerful being, he was a guy trying to play God. He probably wasn't much better, but he would never admit to knowing it. The young one was cooking the meat, at least he was being useful. Then there he went going to shove the stick of meat into his mouth. He pulled it out slightly after taking a bite of the meat and chewing it. He chuckled "oh did you want me to shut up that badly, Lun Lun? Or was you that ready to shove the meat into me, that you couldn't wait." He took another bite of the meat. It just meant that he got the meat before any of the others. Meaning he was the most important not the babbling oh holier than thou guy telling his stories. Though he was listening despite it all. Stories provided knowledge. The ideas of demons and their thralls was interesting to him. Maybe one of them would end up taking at least the main person out... no he wanted to do that. 'Picky. Picky. Patience isn't your thing, is it. What can you do now? Poke him with a stick... oh wait you have a sword. You have a long way to go before you are even half of what he is. He will simply kill you like a fly. You heard him, he threaten to mute you. You remember last time what happened when he threaten.' As if on cue the scene filled his vision. The swamp lands, the way he couldn't move. That feeling of helplessness. He shook his head to get the thoughts out of it. He didn't wish to remember how weak he was. He was growing stronger, and he would become strong enough. It was just a matter of time. Now he couldn't do much when he was here, but there was no written rules in this little island of misfit toys. Though dare he say he was enjoying himself with these people. To always have to be on his toes... had he succeded in making them all hate him? Being hated was better than being liked for him, it was easier to deal with. "So what ya saying is the fact that we are going to be fighting people who worship demons. Can't we just send them a nice sacrifice and be done with it"his eyes looked to Caelynn there. This was a jab to make the hate grow, he needed the hate to grow. If he allowed himself to be liked... it would be a bad thing. Though he would rather not just sacrifice someone and then it be the end of it. He wanted to fight. Fighting raised his level and he needed it if he was going to complete his goal. "Hell I'll even go into their nest myself. Who knows maybe they might think I am one of them" with this he winked specifically at Galadion. "Isn't that right, Gladdie Poo." His eyes than met Lorelei's. She was probably the only one who had seen that he wasn't some terrible monster, but he had a part to play. He had to become hated. He smiled at her "so you think it was funny how Lun Lun fed me his meat. Oi Lun Lun tell me ya aren't the type to go shoving your meat into everyone. Surely I'm special~"
