“Fair warning for you Stabby, you missed… a lot.”
A crack spawn in the space behind the Naiad as if there was something about to break out of an invisible wall.
*Bam!*
A second later, that crack shattered, and from it, Streams of Memory began to flow calmly around the three. It was slow and soothing, a lot more peaceful and easy to follow compared to Gytha’s.
“Let’s start from where you left, Stabby~”
With that being said, the Naiad walked closer to the stream and commence her life recap. Her history began when Staas or Nimfrik was absent as he was recovering his energy of creation through deep slumber.
The first scene they saw was the meeting of the 8 Champions of Elements plus Isergia. They all gathered at the Village of Nymphs, in front of the Center Tree of the Spirit Grove. The nymphs grew out a table out of tree branches that wrapped around each other, along with some chairs for the Champions to sit. At that very
“So does that mean Staas is not the most powerful entity currently in our world?” Gytha threw her question with a sense of worry. “Right now… I don’t know. But after he gains back all his essence then yes. Weirdly enough, all the Castaway are mortals with human lifespan.” Weirdly enough, Riviera didn’t seem to even a bit saddened by their departure. “They are probably in heaven now, their main destination in the first place. But their arrival to this world carried so much impact that lots of adventurers actually worship them.” Her voice tone and body language gestured she wanted to move on from this topic. “What a bizarre being.” Rich words coming from Staas. The stream hastened their flow and another scene carried away among the three. The vortex, however, perished and invited back the blank space around them. The branch also unite into a single stream, showing an image of the Naiad just chilling on her pool throne, but her room was completely empty
by: Serpadraa of Wolfcrown “Adra! Adra! Wake up, Adra!” I remembered that night clearly. The moon was at the peak of her grace, beautiful and ever so calming. “Why are you shouting, mother?” But that panic expression on my mother’s face, it was lightless. “No time to explain, we need to meet your father at the north gate!” Her movement was rash and disordered, she kept pushing me to get out of bed and out of the house. She didn’t even bother to lock the door. “Outside the village? This late!?” You can’t blame me for being confused, my life wasn’t harsh or cursed by poverty. But I’m not so spoiled that I neglect my mother’s order. I still followed them even if it sounded absurd. “Talk less, walk more!” That was what she said, but as we all know, I’m a half-mer. The mer part came from my mother as she is a mermaid, and they aren’t really built to be excel on land like humans do. So she struggled really hard to keep up with
“Morning Elen!” Gytha greeted the Azuresheet Tavern receptionist with a bright smile. It was quite early so the other two girls haven’t arrived yet. “Morning Gytha, Staas. Want to take some commission?” The elf girl leaned both her arm at her counter while glancing at the Commission Board. “Oh no no no, nothing that fancy. Both of us gonna leave for the next city since we now have an [Adventurer’s Badge].” Gytha's smile turned awkward. “Right… I forgot that’s the reason you join. So? Surely you’re not here to just say goodbye right?” Elen’s face got a bit bitter after getting reminded of their past interview. “Yeah about that… I think we haven’t received the money reward for yesterday’s commission yet. The Naiad reminded us about it last night.” It’s visible that Gytha wasn’t comfortable saying it. “Money? Adra already took it.” That shocked the two quite a bit. “But don’t worry, he’s right outside having his morning tea. Go through that door
“Oy Elen, got a sec?” Adra immediately went back to the tavern’s counter after exiting the [House Cart] with a bright idea on his mind. “Sure, what do you need, Adra?” The elf was currently writing something on her seat, presumably related to some clients’ commission. “Do you happen to know any place we can get to recruit… you know… those horse people?” The half-mer quietly asked, as if he didn’t want anyone to hear it. “Why are you whispering?” Gytha of course got confused by his behavior. “You’ll know when you meet them.” Adra forced his smile. “Hmm…” Gytha smelled something fishy from this guy. Well, he's a half-mer... but that's not what I meant. “Oh, them… you can find them hanging around the Brownscale Stable,” Elen informed. “But there are only females left for the picking, unless... that’s what you like~” She winked hard at Adra with a teasing smile on her face. “Sadly I’m not at that phase yet, Elen.”
“Adra, why does the sign say ‘Boat Shop’? Not ‘Blacksmith’?” Gytha asked as the four of them went near the waterway after heading out of the stable. “Huge one please,” Adra said to the seller. “Because the market we’ll be heading only accessible to water.” He then explained to Gytha. “Owh… I expect nothing less.” The sun was bright when the four of them stood curiously beside the waterway. Shortly after the transaction between Adra and the seller, a large paddleboat sailed itself to the shop right before them. It was a significantly lot bigger than the one Staas and Gytha use to enter the city, as it even has a space for a carriage and its horse, while still leaving some for other luggage. It has two turbines at the back to help it move in exchange for paddles. “Woah this one’s massive,” Staas commented in amazement. “Staas, get on the steering wheel up the front, Gytha, help me put Chesy to the boat,” Adra instructed the two. “Okay!”<
“Now, you asked before about what is a ‘swift build’… well a build is like a selection, plan, or scheme on how you pick and arrange the gear or equipment you chose, so do the skills you’ll use in combat.” Adra began to explain. “While swift build just meant a build for being you know… swift.” “So how can armor help her get swifter? Isn’t it just gonna burden her body more compared to being fully naked?” Gytha didn’t quite get the logic. “You saying having those honkers flapping around will help her being swift?” Adra lifted his right eyebrow. “I mean— uh…” The girl glared at Chesy’s chest then glanced at her own, she realized the significant difference in the size between the four. It's easy to see the bit of sadness in the girl’s eyes, although she failed to realize that a nymph and centauride are created divergent. Nymph is the epitome of beauty, they’re built as the complete perfection of female charm. Meanwhile, a centaur is all about bulg
“Is everything set?” Adra asked from the [House Cart]’s driver's seat. “All set!” Staas reported from inside the house, with his hand poking outside giving thumbs up to the half-mer. “Is it really okay for us to ride at night?” Gytha asked from right beside Staas. The two of them currently stood on their knee on a red sofa they just bought, which is located right under the front window of the [House Cart]. “Nope, it’ll totally lead to a fight if we somehow get ambushed.” Adra glanced at Chesy in front of him who was already fully armored and attached to the cart. “And we need to train Chesy to get used to Staas Aura first before we used that aura to cease away all the surrounding danger (not that I'm used to it already).” “Hm?” The centauride turned her head at Adra with a curious smile, the face of her helmet was opened at the time. “Don’t worry girl, let’s start our journey.” The guy replied with an assuring voice. “Okay~” Chesy chee
“Are we good?” The tank gatekeeper asked the swordsman when he got back from the [House Cart]. “Aye, one of them looks like the child version of the Creator's painting. That boy said it was the Naiad who gave him the species name.” His partner answered. “And you believed it just like that? Sounded like an author lie.” The tank wasn’t convinced. “No no no, he’s a literal child, one that looks holier than an angel.” The swordman retorted. “Really now? No demon illusion whatsoever?” “Just call him and see for yourself, he’s right behind that window.” “Alright… Staas the Architect, can you please show your face through the front window.” The tank shouted at the boy from behind Adra. “Like this?” He did what he was told, popping his head out of the window. “Oh Lost One, that’s a high ass charisma.” Muttered the tank. “Can a child even possess this much of a stats?” “He said he’s created by a deity, so he might not fo