Pablo
*The four of you, Horace, Mai, Amsu, and Alder, would find yourself in front of a small town. It looks like it had recently been pillaged, buildings burned, ash and soot littering the ground. A tall, bearded man with black hair walks up to you in farmer's cloths. He's covered in soot, with a burn mark on his right cheek.*

"Hello, adventurers. We desperately need your help. We've been under attack by a cult. They've demanded supplies, money and hospitality. When we politely refused, they raided us, Burning all in their wake. We ask that you help eliminate these cultists, so we may rebuild in peace.*
John
*The elf would stand before the ruined town, dressed in his usual clothes and head wear. He would look over the destroyed village, slightly taken aback by it all. Particularly watching a small, still burning fire that was shown through a broken wall of a house-like structure. Perhaps surprisingly, the elf had never seen such destruction before. At most, a couple dead bodies or a destroyed building, but never an entire village. The ruined village would remind Horace of his own home and weather or not it was still standing. The thought of his old town being raided like this one while he was gone would weigh on his mind. Though a sense of relief would come over the elf as he remembered his competent elders and their ability to protect the town. He'd watch what he believed to be the opposite of how his village was for another moment or two.*

*Though soon Horace would move on from the landscape as a figure would approach the group. Said group contained himself and Mai, his new found lover. Along with 2 others, one being amsu, a young boy who he considered robbing a great while back and a new face. If Horace remembered right, the bunny guy said his name was Alder or something. At least thats what he said when they first met a while ago, just before they reached the town. Horace was slightly relieved to know he already knew a couple team mates, though one or two of them probably considered the elf untrustworthy. Going back to the man that had approached them, Horace would listen to what he had to say, nodding along.*
"As long as i get paid, ill do mostly anything. Do you have any information on them, such as magic abilities or extra assets like hired Mercs?"
Darrell
After walking through some small towns, Mai learned of a mission, or rather, a raid in a village near where she was spending the night. She walked along a path that passed through a forest until she reached the village destroyed by what appeared to be a cult, judging by what she heard from other people. Mai was in her normal everyday clothes; no armor, as usual, her black clothing, her thigh accessory that had 3 throwing knives attached to it, her black gloves and the equipment that protected and improved the claws of her feet. Her blue hair could easily be seen from afar, caught in a slightly messy ponytail, which lay to one side, covering her left shoulder.

Mai would approach the rest of the figures, thinking she had been the last to arrive, and analyze each one carefully. The first was Horace, her first love and someone she would recognize even from afar. The rest of the people seemed unfamiliar to her, making sure she hadn't met any of the other two anywhere. If Amsu was without his concealment ability, Mai would mainly watch him before turning to the others and the villager. Was there anyone of her kind in the group, then? None of the people there could assume that she was a kemonomimi, after all, she was always with her concealment ability, even for reasons that no one knows.

As Mai looked at the village behind the villager in front of them, she felt a little sorry despite not showing it. The people who destroyed this place may have caused damage that cannot be repaired. Her eyes would turn to the man with the beard and she would pay attention to what Horace was asking him, waiting for an answer so she could ask him about any questions she might have.

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*Cultists...* If Mai's memory serves her well, she had already killed some cultists in the past. She was a lot quieter back then, and a little different than today. It hadn't been that difficult at the time. If she is not mistaken, in fact she had two more teammates, both a little strange, but each with a different personality. After that she went towards a guild that serves to catch bandits, or something like that. She never went back there. Maybe it would be good if she went to that place one day again. People looked cool. And maybe she could learn more than she already knows. Knowledge is always good, especially after almost dying on a mission.
John
*It was quite a long while for Amsu to make his way over here, but along the way he had seemingly ran into that one rude thief from a long time ago... He didn't really expect him to be taking a quest like this. Maybe he wasn't quite the arse that he makes himself out to be? Who knew, but for now what mattered was finishing the quest with the help of the two other strangers.*

*Amsu would at the moment, be covering most of his upper body with a dark brown hooded cowl. Underneath the cowl one could make out the gleam of steel, the steel being his well-made cuirass... Which just so happened to be his only article of armor. The rest of his wear was rather well made for travelling through the wild, but nothing that could give special protection against arrows or swords. He usually does this because he wants to focus on his stealth and not looking too much like a threat, but Amsu begun to think that he should really invest a bit more into his own protection... Probably after this, get some greaves and gauntlets. Even if they were just leather, it would be better than nothing.*

"It's horrible what's happened to this village... Do you know where all the other villagers are? I don't remember passing by any group on our way here, did they take hostages? I can try to heal your burn if it's a bother for you."
Lucille
Strolling up with the others Alder was wearing a large dark green coat over his other clothing, which was just a rather normal shirt and pants with a simular cuirass overtop as Amsu. Figitting with his large rabbit ears he took in the scene before him. He shuddered a little thining of his hometown, a small farming town much like how this one seemed to be. Feeling fortunate that this fate had not befallen his home, everthing that he had ever known at that time been buned to the ground. A stone seemed to have landed in his chest as he watched the fires, trying to imagine the dispair of the villagers.