The Nexus

[A Curious Canine Conundrum] Krivka surveys the area. "The two of you take the pups home and send someone to drag the carcasses in," she says. "We can't risk them staying in the open. Kestrel and I will find the last cub." "I'm not sure if Vulp will agree to go without her,...

Underside is a vast complex of caves and tunnels stretching under the Nexus. It's inhabited by the usual variety of subterranean folk and creatures, which includes a sprawling, teeming colony of goblins. Which includes Reelshka's extended family, as well as that of Brinika and Cheasadh.

[Dragon Storm - An Aside]

"You can go if you want. Might be safer that way." She looks over at Ambrosia's human body. "Ambrosia's magic book should keep her human body safe. But if you have some other way to protect it, it won't hurt."

"No, it's a mercenary guild," Olvisin replies. "But there's a lot of us, so it has to be sizeable."

[The Dancing Fox Inn]

"And now people come to you, seeking guidance, advice and aid." Askeladd seems to have figured it out quickly. Or maybe it's just that obvious. "And with your tenure of godhood being three days, you feel unequipped to give these."

Askeladd takes a sip of his coffee, opting not to add anything to it just yet. "Hmm. A curious taste. Not like anything I've ever tried before. I do believe a whole wide world has just opened for me," he jokes. "Thank you." With that, he pays for the coffee and goes to take a sea...

[The Seven Hundred Steps]

"Right. Down here I'm the Seeker," Wenomir says. "Seeker of the Riddle. It describes me but isn't my name." He keeps his eyes pointer forwards, his gaze not wandering.

[Fireworks]

Tuskfang sits down by the fire with a pout. The kind of pout only an upset eight year old can produce.

"I wanted to see fireflies. I didn't wanna see them eat each other."

Brinika focuses on consuming her hotdog for now. Magic is a subject she tends to leave alone.

[Training Ground] There's not much to be found on the Internet about Wenomir except for official information and activities as a commander of Vigil. His legal name seems to be just that - Wenomir. No surname to speak of. Meanwhile, Wenomir isn't sure why TARBot isn't attacking... but wait. Mia shut...

[Into a World that Was] Pangon grows excited as the fight goes on. Not in that kind of way, though it's also there now. But something about Lyn Cha's prowess seems to surprise him in a way that causes a smile to appear on his face. As if a man who lost hope finding it blooming again. "Splendid...

[The Dancing Fox Inn]

"I have met many deities with followings just as small," Askeladd replies in an understanding tone. "It's a humble life, but to their followers they're more important than the distant gods of skies and mountains. Were you mortal before?"

[Woblin Sleepover] Hornclaw bounces up and down a little. He can't exactly reply, but it does seem as though he wants pets. "Wooow." Tuskfang's eyes go wide as saucers. "What do mushrooms say? My dad is a shaman but he can't do anything like that. And where would the spiders come fro...

Another group of guests has arrived. Perhaps surprisingly, it's commander Wenomir of Vigil, along with his girlfriend (and sometimes boyfriend) Cassandra and his student Koshal. Unlike many, who have come only to play with animals and generally have fun, Wenomir might very well be looking to adopt a...

"Oh, hi Solenoid. This is Xun, one of our members." Olvisin points to the cat, then points to the gnome. "And this is Jerick. He just wound up in the Nexus. He's visiting, but might join."

"That would be correct." The man pauses. "I suppose there is little point in hiding it. I am a storyteller, yes, but I am also a chosen of Luna, the deity of the moon. You may have felt it already. I am traversing this strange world in search of stories. And trying not to... impose m...

"Oh! Of course! Then I could get you maybe just a mild coffee, a bit of milk, a bit of sugar, just . . . baseline and mild enough?" There are a lot of different kinds, but I can get you started trying these, and if anyone tries pushing too many different kinds at you, just . . . don't wor...

[The Dancing Fox Inn] Askeladd takes a look around. "I can feel its history around me, yes. It is an old place. I have heard that violence is impossible within its walls and I believe it's true. Though I have no plans to test it." It seems that whoever this man is, he has a strong sense f...

[The Dancing Fox Inn]

"I see." The man pauses as he waits for the beer. "Do excuse my curiosity. I am Askeladd, a storyteller. I've been visiting places where people might meet and share stories. Yours has its own unique air."

[Training Ground] TARBot doesn't even flinch when the projectile hits him: since he fired it, it'll deal no damage to him. He crouches very low to the ground when Wenomir feigns being caught off guard, having anticipated forward movement. This lets him parry Wenomir's overhead slash, and he then mo...

"Oh! Hello!" Sally looks up from whatever she had just been doing -- probably playing some gatcha game on her phone -- "Welcome welcome to the Glittering Garnet Cafe!" The tall dragoness smiles warmly at him, her smile one of cheerful innocent exuberance. Oh no. She's a Mee char...

"Hmm. Yes, there are labs and shooting rangers at MERC. My siblings and I use them often." Olvisin nods. "We can get you in as a guest. Unless you do want to join."

[The Dancing Fox Inn]

"Some beer would do fine." The massive bearded man nods. "Am I to understand there was once a fox here that danced?"

[The Dancing Fox Inn] A visitor makes it into the inn. He seems to be doing a round of such places first thing in the Nexus. A tall, towering man draped in a green cloak held by a bright steel clasp, with a hood covering his face. His face is weather-worn, with dark grey hair streaked with silver, ...

Someone has arrived at the cafe. Not the first visitor, perhaps, but an early one anyway. A tall, towering man draped in a green cloak held by a bright steel clasp, with a hood covering his face. His face is weather-worn, with dark grey hair streaked with silver, green eyes and a silvery tattoo that...

MERCENARY ESPIONAGE AND RECONNAISSANCE CORPORATION [/size] The Mercenary Espionage and Reconnaissance Corporation is the most prominent faction of mercenaries and adventurers in this world. Their skills are offered for hire to anyone who can pay. More than that, the Corporation exerts considerable ...

[A Curious Canine Conundrum] Vulp's tail thumps against the ground when Kestrel pets him. He leans into her hand happily, calming down. "This little guy has certainly taken a shine to you," Krivka remarks. "And this went quite well. You're a good shot, Kestrel. Though I still don't k...

[Into a World that Was] "Yes... I have met people who felt this way." Pangon Urshal smiles mysteriously. "But let us begin." The grandmaster will move to attack Lyn Cha without further ado. He wields his weapons with frightful grace and incredible strength. His style seems to re...

[Fireworks!] Fireworks "Im nah a goof Im a hackowm" Sirius sniffs as he carefully arranges the fully cooked sausage onto the bun before pulling the stick away and finally freeing his jaws. "I'm not sure why you can't remember that." Khannie calls him lots of things but none of t...

MERC: Dipsnig Razortooth (he/him), goblin, the CEO of MERC. Former spy turned mercenary. Fayyaad ibn Haashid al-Zafar (he/him), a tiefling license-holder. Flirty, attractive pyromancer. Olvisin Zuulit-Obeleck (she/her), a goblin member. Boisterous, energetic gunslinger with cybernetic arms. Vigil: ...