Feyre
She stood, slightly bewildered at the hostility almost palpable from the three armed and armoured people in contrast to the nervousness and boot-licking reaction from the small rotund guy that stepped out of the carriage when it stopped. She was further surprised when he'd recognised her as an Inquisitor but maybe The System was outdated. It could be she's in the Iftani Theocracy right now but from the lack of reaction that the 3 guards the carriage gave it seemed it wasn't the case. She had dismissed him when he was all formal with her automatically, realising afterwards she might not have been supposed to do that as he looked surprised.
She shook her head slightly and walked over to her kill, the Dire Wolf still lay perfectly still but she didn't want to take chances incase it can revive itself from the dead or some other overused cliché. Feyre wasn't really bothered by the carriage but realised she didn't know where they're going. If it was to a small town or village she could hitch a ride or at least hop on for a bit if they were to head towards a city. Feyre realised it was probably pointless trying to avoid large cities and also might be counter intuitive if she wished to live a good life since she assumed that if Inquisitors had to fight things like that Dire Wolf that they'd get paid a really good wage. As she pondered this she asked the merchant where he's headed to in a slightly deeper voice than usual, just in case she ever has to ditch the armour it'd be so they can't find her out by her voice.
"So... You alive over there?"
She asked after about 30 seconds of silence. That seemed to snap the rotund one out of his stupour and he quickly nodded.
"Yes yes... Alive and well... I was trying to work out where we'll be heading since the road is blocked by a crater... N-Not that I fault you for anything of course!"
"Of course... Anyway are your guards relatively strong?"
Feyre looks at the guards and tries the new [Skill] she unlocked on the burliest.
[System: Status Screen]
[User Preferred Name: Karrlund ]
[User Level: 27]
[User Health Points: 574/600]
[User Mana Points: 50/50]
[System: Stats Screen]
[Strength: 27]
[Speed: 15 ]
[Intuition: 34]
[Charisma: 8]
[System: Abilities + Skills]
[Abilities]
[Swordplay: Lvl 8]
[Greatsword Wielding: Lvl 11]
[Archery: Lvl 3]
[Skills]
[Strengthen Self]
[Unwavering Resolve]
[Minor Identify]
[System: Achievements]
[Gold Rank Adventurer: 20% bonus to XP]
Feyre cocked her head to the side looking at him. His strength was good for his level, as far as she could tell. She was wondering why they looked so afraid of the Dire Wolf, if they had worked together she thought they could probably do it. Feyre was of course not going to antagonise them or bring it up in case Inquisitors aren't meant to be very talkative. She didn't know if perhaps they were shocked because she had spoken. Whatever the case she walked over to him and pointed at one side of the carriage.
"Lift when I say."
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Karrlund
He was shaking slightly. The Inquisitor had seemingly forgiven his preparing to attack her and now wanted him to do something as she approached. She looked up at him after asking if there was anyone strong. Didn't that mean she thought he was strong? He knew that he couldn't compare to an Inquisitor but even just her inferred acknowledgement was enough to make him beam, internally of course, he couldn't show his weaknesses to one as lofty as the Inquisitor. He refused to let her down, he would lift with everything he got to even get an offhand comment's worth of praise. He decided to activate his best skill for the job.
[System: Skill: [Strengthen Self] used. Strength attribute risen by 4.]
The skill made his muscles bulge slightly, while many increased their strength stat through stat points he had done it the better way, he had trained so much that they increased by themselves. It meant that on average his stats per level were better than most, unless it was a scholar. He thought scholars were awesome, ranking up through finding out the secrets of the universe, while all hi friends had gone out into the wider world to become adventurers he had always wanted to be a scholar. It wasn't to be however since he wasn't overly gifted or intelligent. He decided to only spend stat points on Intelligence so he could one day be a [Battle Scholar], training every other stat so much that they rose on their own.
He reached the carriage and bent into a good deadlift position in order to start lifting when she said. He heard her voice clearly even though it should definitely have been muffled by the carriage.
"Alright, Karrlund, Lift on my command."
He nodded and prepared himself and then stopped. How did she know his name? Don't Inquisitors only know the name of potential allies or potential heretics? He hadn't commit heresy to the System, well he didn't think he had, and he didn't think he was strong enough to be an Inquisitor. Maybe she'd heard his name from one of the others? He pondered for a second or two until her voice reached him again.
"Alright, lift!"
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Pavolia
She froze almost as soon as she heard the Inquisitor say Karrlund's name. Had she accidentally dragged these poor souls into her heresy? She started shaking but the Inquisitor had either made a slip up or... Was she considering Karrlund for Inquisitor status? That would be wonderful! If only it didn't mean he'd be someone hunting her down for Heresy as soon as he finished training, or whatever it was Inquisitors undergo. She hated herself for it now. Why Pavolia had ever joined the cult she knew not but eventually it was hunted down by the Inquisition and she saw firsthand what the Inquisition was capable of. It terrified her to her core. The Inquisitors that day had been unstoppable and they weren't Lieutenants like the one near her now was. How much more powerful must a Lieutenant be? She had seemingly single-handedly obliterated a nigh unkillable beast. And whats more, she seemed completely unscathed. Pavolia was shaking still until Emrik patted her shoulder comfortingly.
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"Don't worry Pavolia. Tyrril told me that if an Inquisitor dismisses a transgression it's the equivalent to a Bishop's pardon. Although... how did she know Karrlund's name? Do you reckon he..."
Emrik didn't finish but Pavolia knew what he wanted to say. Was Karrlund a cultist? Or was it as Pavolia feared and he was only under suspicion because of her?
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Emrik
He had noticed earlier how terrified Pavolia was of the Inquisitor, which was fair enough since even he realised she was a Lieutenant and therefore only did things the Archbishops ordered her to do and only if two Archbishops were in agreement. If one such as her knew Karrlund's name it was either his greatest boon or his greatest detriment. He went over to her and offered her his sincerest hopes in order to raise her spirits, watching Karrlund struggle to lift the carriage and the Inquisitor doing it one handed. He gulped but put on a brave face and patted Pavolia's shoulder.
"Don't worry Pavolia. Tyrril told me that if an Inquisitor dismisses a transgression it's the equivalent to a Bishop's pardon. Although... how did she know Karrlund's name? Do you reckon he..."
He shook his head dispelling even the idea of Karrlund being a heretic. The man was as devout as a [Confessor] and as scholarly as a [Professor] he wouldn't be stupid enough to commit heresy just to become a [Battle Scholar].
Emrik had once, long ago, stolen from the church. It was back then that he'd met his first Inquisitor. He had been caught almost instantly even after raising his [Speed] to 30. The Inquisitor hadn't flinched at all except to suddenly grab him by the scruff of his neck and carry him to a [Confessor] who in turn seemed almost... kind in his questioning. After pleading guilty and repenting for a couple days he was allowed free but he knew his name was written down somewhere. He knew that the Theocracy knew of him and his skillset.
He worried then, that the Inquisitor currently carrying the carriage might know Karrlund because he met Karrlund only days after his run in with the [Inquisition] and maybe suspected him as an accomplice. If so he would have to apologise to Karrlund later. It was a horrible thing to be shadowing you, the Theocracy's ire.
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Tyrril
He thought his day couldn't get worse. The Inquisitor who had just proceeded to carry a carriage basically by herself, even if Karrlund was helping her, knew Karrlund's name. That meant one of two things, neither good for Tyrril. Either he or one of his [Hired Guards] were under investigation for a crime worthy of sending an [Iftani Pre-Purge Inquisitor Lieutenant] (judging by her armour and sword combo along with her profound strength and Presence) or one of his guards were going to be snatched away from him to join the Inquisition and he'd lose out on some of the protection he'd paid for. Not that he'd be allowed to complain since the [Hired Guards] could not have possibly known of this judging by their almost fatal transgression only a ten or so minutes ago. He would be proud to have met someone so talented that they were scouted by an Inquisitor Lieutenant anyway but frankly he was more worried about the former possibility. If one of these [Hired Guards] to whom he'd grown quite fond of turned out to be a heretic then he was surely going to be interrogated severely.
Tyrril just hoped that maybe, just maybe, it was neither options and the Lieutenant just had a way of seeing people's names. A rare skill but not unheard of, and also an invaluable asset to the Inquisition if it truly does exist. He was of course hoping for nothing less that a blessing from [The System] itself, the type of which his luck wouldn't usually allow to happen.
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Feyre
She knew she'd made a mistake when she said Karrlund's name. None of them had introduced themselves and she could imagine an Inquisitor knowing their name would be... bad. For good measure, once she'd gently placed the carriage down on the other side of the shattered remnants of a path she appraised everyone else.
[System: Status Screen]
[User Preferred Name: Pavolia]
[User Level: 25]
[User Health Points: 300/300]
[User Mana Points: 570/600]
[System: Stats Screen]
[Strength: 14]
[Speed: 10]
[Intuition: 37]
[Charisma: 28]
[System: Abilities + Skills]
[Abilities]
[Instinctual Mana Control: Lvl 1]
[Acting: Lvl 9]
[Mana Manipulation (Through Chant): Lvl 3]
[Skills]
[Adept Flight]
[Firebolt - Weak]
[Wall of Fire - Moderate]
[System: Achievements]
[Ex-Cultist]
[Ex-Heretic]
[Gold Rank Adventurer: 20% bonus to XP]
Pavolia, the one she now realised was a mage, being an Ex-Cultist was interesting but not currently important to Feyre, She looked at the other man.
[System: Status Screen]
[User Preferred Name: Emrik]
[User Level: 29]
[User Health Points: 400/400]
[User Mana Points: 100/100]
[System: Stats Screen]
[Strength: 21]
[Speed: 39]
[Intuition: 30]
[Charisma: 16]
[System: Abilities + Skills]
[Abilities]
[Adept Pickpocket: Lvl 14]
[Acting: Lvl 16]
[Knife Wielding: Lvl 7]
[Skills]
[Fleet Foot]
[One With Shadows]
[Hidden In Plain Sight]
[System: Achievements]
[Ex-Thief]
[Gold Rank Adventurer: 20% bonus to XP]
A thief. The man in leathers was some sort of Thief. Though if Feyre truly was in The Game: Eurani... Then he was a Rogue. This was a balanced party it seemed. She turned to the Noble or Merchant a bit behind them. Probably hired them as guards. Wonder who he is.
[System: Status Screen]
[User Preferred Name: Tyrril]
[User Level: 62]
[User Health Points: 500/500]
[User Mana Points: ~10k/~10k]
[System: Stats Screen]
[Strength: 8]
[Speed: 5]
[Intuition: 30]
[Charisma: 68]
[System: Abilities + Skills]
[Abilities]
[Instinctual Mana Control: Lvl 1]
[Acting: Lvl 30]
[Below Average Mana Manipulation : Lvl 1 (Max)]
[Skills]
[Eye For Business]
[Profiteer]
[System: Achievements]
[Expert Merchant: 15% bonus to XP]
Feyre almost laughed. She couldn't see his class but if it wasn't merchant she'd eat her own sword.
She looked at everyone's faces and sighed. She would probably have a lot of explaining to do later.
"I'm joining you on your journey. Treat me as you would anyone else, I'm tired so I'll be resting on the back on the carriage until I deem myself fit to carry out [The System]'s will."
Feyre had played enough Clerics and Inquisitors when Eurani was up and running to be pretty good at the role play aspect of them, different gods same spiel. She smiled under her helmet, if that wasn't the epitome of devout follower then she didn't know what was.
On that note she wondered if she was currently one of her actual characters in the game. If that was the case her stats and levels must be comletely wrong as all of her characters were level 999 which was the max before she stopped playing them. She was pretty famous in the Forums for her ungodly leveling speed. She missed those days.