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<span style="font-weight:400">I thought about the two notification. <span style="font-weight:400">As for the system quest, I ept as there is no consequence of failure. <span style="font-weight:400">Will decide whether I will talk to Taal and Rhya when I did found them. <span style="font-weight:400">I am more concerned about the trial. <span style="font-weight:400">Will the this theater of the masque wrapped up if I am not joining? <span style="font-weight:400">I doubt it will be the case. <span style="font-weight:400">So the 2 could just sow chaos while disguised. <span style="font-weight:400">It will be nigh impossible defeating the Changeling and I don’t know much about the Masque of anesh. <span style="font-weight:400">Isn’t she cursed to dance forever? <span style="font-weight:400">Or does anesh offered to release the curse if she won?
<span style="font-weight:400">"I did it! <span style="font-weight:400">Wooo!" <span style="font-weight:400">I turned my head towards the tall female mercenary who now covers her mouth. <span style="font-weight:400">Her cheeks redden in embarrassment. <span style="font-weight:400">Surely that was not the Changeling. <span style="font-weight:400">Or it might be a ruse. <span style="font-weight:400">But definitely not the Masque. <span style="font-weight:400">I think. <span style="font-weight:400">Things already start to get confusing. <span style="font-weight:400">I wade through the sea of people. <span style="font-weight:400">Trying to get my bearing first before deciding on epting the trial or not.
<span style="font-weight:400">I entered the nearest overpacked tavern. <span style="font-weight:400">Loud conversation and drinking sound fills the ce. <span style="font-weight:400">I put my hand on one of the newly cleaned table before a man could touch the stool. Other seats simrly also immediately taken. <span style="font-weight:400">He scowls before spitting on my foot then leave to search another tavern maybe. <span style="font-weight:400">Then I sit with a ragtag group of people. <span style="font-weight:400">One old man with already white hair. <span style="font-weight:400">A female hunter judging by the well maintained bow. <span style="font-weight:400">Two barely adult twin boys. <span style="font-weight:400">One of them are visibly nervous. <span style="font-weight:400">Intimidated by my size. <span style="font-weight:400">My Facsimile is not that good yet so I can only disguise myself as a huge guy. <span style="font-weight:400">Even though I have pushed myself to make myself as short as possible most people here still barely reached my chest.
<span style="font-weight:400">A tired and overworked barmaid arrived to take my order. <span style="font-weight:400">I looked around the room to see what is normally served. <span style="font-weight:400">Just some bread and cheese with some water please. <span style="font-weight:400">She nod, taking the others order, and left. <span style="font-weight:400">The money I get after escaping the witch hunter’s hideout at the beginning is lost. <span style="font-weight:400">Thankfully those nuns of Shallya gave me some of their money after I helped them and saying that I have no money. <span style="font-weight:400">Still not much though. <span style="font-weight:400">So I need to find myself some job
<span style="font-weight:400">“What you youngsters here then? Refugee? Or wanting to enlist?” The old man start
<span style="font-weight:400">“To enlist of course. Hear the Huntmarshall recruiting too. Ain’t no way I’m missing the chance.” Said the hunter before one of the boys could answer.
<span style="font-weight:400">The boys nodded too and the old men cackle at the response
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s the spirit. How bout you big man? Surely someone blessed by Ulric like yourself thought of enlisting.” the old man turn to me
<span style="font-weight:400">“Still thinking about it. Though I am more inclined to join the Graf’s army.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Awe on big man. Surely it is better to join the Huntmarshall. We can go anywhere too. No need to stay in this sh-same ce all the time.” the hunter said and corrected her word. Pretty sure she almost calls Middenheim a shithole.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I am<strong> thinking</strong> about it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Truth to be told, it is quite enticing to join the Huntmarshall. With us outside most of the time, I can run away much easier than being inside the city.
<span style="font-weight:400">A grizzly man entered the tavern. <span style="font-weight:400">It is the man that I saw almost try to kill the group of shady guys that approaching the nuns of Shallya. <span style="font-weight:400">Or that might be his usual face. <span style="font-weight:400">Scanning the room before suddenly bashing his wooden spear on a table of men who have finished eating but not yet leaving.
<span style="font-weight:400">"I’m taking this seat."
<span style="font-weight:400">The men looked furious and ready to fight. <span style="font-weight:400">But then a deep bestial growles from the man. <span style="font-weight:400">Vibrating the entire tavern and silencing it altogether. <span style="font-weight:400">It shook the fight away from the group of men who already stands and backing away before leaving the tavern. <span style="font-weight:400">Then hispanion, a woman with blond hair and traveler garb said her apologies multiple times to surrounding people as the man sat. <span style="font-weight:400">Then she sat beside him and whispering something. <span style="font-weight:400">I focus myself to listen, my Immacte body mutation enhancing my hearing.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Would you stop your tantrum?” She chastise him with concerned tone.
<span style="font-weight:400">“This is the fourth tavern we got to.” He reasoned, his impatience evident “We can’t check all taverns in this city. Sides, those men already finished their meal.”
<span style="font-weight:400">"Would you look at that. <span style="font-weight:400">A Shaman, or Amber Wizard, if you are unfamiliar. <span style="font-weight:400">Things bad enough for them to leave their seclusion huh?" <span style="font-weight:400">The old man start as he stroke his white beard.
<span style="font-weight:400">Then our orders came. <span style="font-weight:400">Finally some real food and not white stuffs. <span style="font-weight:400">Come to think of it, I haven’t get to eat anything Robadel cook. <span style="font-weight:400">Too many things happened that I forgot about him.
<span style="font-weight:400">"What’s an Amber wizard?" <span style="font-weight:400">One of the boy asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">"They are wizard that focus on beast or something" <span style="font-weight:400">I quietly listened to the conversation as I ate. Frowning as the bread is tasteless and the cheese taste nd in my mouth. Does the food quality here is this bad? Or my taste bud have changed too? Hopefully the former.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Truth to be told I don’t know much either. <span style="font-weight:400">Reclusive folk they are. <span style="font-weight:400">Saw how they fought once though during myst patrol. <span style="font-weight:400">They fought the beastmen in matching ferocity and even more wrath. <span style="font-weight:400">The Shaman that help us turned to this giant bear. <span style="font-weight:400">Ripping and tearing the surrounding beastmen."
<span style="font-weight:400">The old man continue to recount his tale. <span style="font-weight:400">But then I smelt something pungent as if something is rotting.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What’s in this drink?”
<span style="font-weight:400">A man a few table away tightly grabbing the wrist of the barmaid who desperately trying to pry her hand away. <span style="font-weight:400">The smelling from him. <span style="font-weight:400">The man start vomiting blood and those who share table with him immediately took a step back
<span style="font-weight:400">"WHAT DID YOU GIVE ME!!?"
<span style="font-weight:400">I stand as the smell suddenly grows stronger. <span style="font-weight:400">A wooden spear thrown. <span style="font-weight:400">Freeing the barmaid and pinning the man to the wall. <span style="font-weight:400">But still the man writhe in pain even though his heart is pierced. <span style="font-weight:400">His body suddenly bloating. <span style="font-weight:400">One of his hand fall off, rotting immediately. <span style="font-weight:400">A gaping maw with long tongue now rece the stump on his arm. <span style="font-weight:400">Mouths start appearing all over his body. <span style="font-weight:400">One mouth split his torso diagonally from his shoulder to stomach.
<span style="font-weight:400">The people in the tavern watch in silence horror. <span style="font-weight:400">For many this is the first time they ever saw a chaos mutation happening. <span style="font-weight:400">Not to mention this is much faster than what it should be. The man turned into a bloated Chaos Spawn in seconds.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Don’t just stand there! Get out!" <span style="font-weight:400">The old man shout break through the spell that took hold.
<span style="font-weight:400">People start running. <span style="font-weight:400">Shoving and kicking each other away. <span style="font-weight:400">Not the best decision but the right one in this situation.
<span style="font-weight:400">"WHAT’S HAPPENING TO ME!?"
<span style="font-weight:400">The man screamed in pain as his mutated body move against his will and dislodge itself. <span style="font-weight:400">I throw the table to the chaos spawn as it lunge at the fallen and terrified barmaid. <span style="font-weight:400">The Amber Wizard jump to the ceiling then lunge at the spawn. <span style="font-weight:400">His arms morphed into bear’s. <span style="font-weight:400">Both wing each other as the mutated man head screams in pain and confusion. <span style="font-weight:400">Grabbing my stool, I wade through the panicked people. S<span style="font-weight:400"mming the stool towards the creature’s back as it almost overpowers the wizard <span style="font-weight:400">then jabs the sharpened part of the broken stool foot to its side.
<span style="font-weight:400">Then an arrow pierced the creature as the wizard push it back. <span style="font-weight:400">It’s from hispanion. <span style="font-weight:400">But the creature unfazed and lunge towards me. <span style="font-weight:400">Its massive maw on its torso gape wide to bite. <span style="font-weight:400">I hold the maw opened with my arms as it bites. <span style="font-weight:400">The wizard took hold the left side and pulled. <span style="font-weight:400">With one side free, I hold the right side and we pull. <span style="font-weight:400">Ripping the spawn right through the middle. <span style="font-weight:400">The head still screaming and weeping before being stomped by the wizard. <span style="font-weight:400">The face pulverized. <span style="font-weight:400">I stomps the other half of the body as it tries to wriggle away. <span style="font-weight:400">The wizard joins in.
<span style="font-weight:400">The city guards finally arrived. <span style="font-weight:400">The old man helping those that are trampled when the people run away along with the wizard’spanion. The barmaid still sat still on the ground. Too shocked to do anything. <span style="font-weight:400">The female hunter puked at the corner of the table. <span style="font-weight:400">She was trying to help too at the start. <span style="font-weight:400">But found her bows swaying with doubt as the gruesome sight overwhelms her. <span style="font-weight:400">The twin boys pat her back. <span style="font-weight:400">This act of caring, an effort to shift their minds away from the sudden mutation and ensuing brutality. <span style="font-weight:400">Me and the wizard still stomping the body. <span style="font-weight:400">Just to be sure. <span style="font-weight:400">We must look like two lunatics brutalizing a corpse if the context is omitted.
<span style="font-weight:400">The guards told us to stop with some hesitation. <span style="font-weight:400">The idea of spending time here in disguise doesn’t sound appealing anymore if this will be amon urrence. <span style="font-weight:400">But I already ept the quest to find Taal and Rhya. <span style="font-weight:400">So fuck it, I ept the trial too. <span style="font-weight:400">It’s fine as long as I am not the first to be ousted.