(Bright)<br/>"You must be referring to Lady Julianna. Though I hear that she likes to call herself 'Queen' now." the ghostly man huffed, shaking his head. "Foolish girl. She was handed at too young of an age. You see, her mother died in an accident in the far mountains up north. The Midnight Tundras. It was there that the final battle took place between the wielder of Obsidian and the wielder of Onyx. It is also rumored that that is where the Obsidian stone lay hidden, buried far, far beneath the ice."<br/><br/>He seemed lost in thought for a moment before holding up his hand. A book on a high shelf glowed the same ghostly green aura that made up the ghostly man, and the book flew to his hand. "Here it is. The history of Temerak. Let's see..." The ghost thumbed through it for a moment before coming to the page he was looking for. "Ah, yes. Queen Olivia Sunwing, Julianna's mother, was found half dead at the gates of Temerak about two years ago. Apparently she had been attacked one of the Dark Offspring. Either way, her life faded with the light of her Diamond. Thus it left the crown in the hands of Olivia's only descendant, Julianna. No man is allowed to rule Temerak, and Julianna's father was gone before her birth anyway. Julianna is spoiled and still has the mentality of a child, and it continues to hurt the kingdom of Temerak even to this day. Many attempts on her life have been made, but...she is strong. Not just her, but her devout followers. Say what you will about her attitude, but she can back up that vicious attitude. I don't know if there is another leader besides her that can outmatch that harpy in straight combat."<br/><br/>He seemed to shudder. "...Anyway, more pleasant thoughts. Any other questions you may have?"<br/><br/>((Nooguy))<br/>"Oho, you give me too much credit, m'lady." Hubert said, standing and giving Sasha a bow. "I am not nearly that capable. I was simply a teacher. History, philosophies, and the secrets of the Stones.It is up to the Wielder to decide how powerful they are to become."<br/><br/>"Let me explain." Gina said, Hubert chuckling in response. "Stones are born from the 'Root', and the 'Source' of their power is this 'Root' that is connected to the heart and soul of the Earth until it is mined and rewarded to someone who is to become a warrior or a noble. Sometimes Stones are also given to common people who need them to aide with their job, but that is beside the point. The Wielder then becomes the 'Root', and a persons 'Source' is their spirit and willpower. A Stone is useful is it runs off of cowardice and fear. It is only strong as long as a person has an unwavering spirit and unbreakable willpower."<br/><br/>"You are good to remember such things, Gina. People seem to forget that the Stones were not our saviors, or the things that lead us to these glorious days of development. It was people with the minds and hearts to make the Stones work and carried us here on breaking backs." Hubert praised, looking out the window to the bustling city. "...If Obsidian is truly coming back...it makes me worry for the people who have waited so long for peace. We are nowhere close to it, and yet still we work...And now there is a chance we'll be pulled to a grinding halt once more."<br/><br/>(Xarces)<br/>Jaas rolled her eyes, letting out a huff. "You talk as much as Hubert did. That silly old man should learn his place in these troubled times. His babble was useless and stupid than, and it is useless and stupid now." she said, leaning back. The waiters came a moment later, setting down to glasses of wine for both Jaas and Xarces. The food soon followed. The chef decided to select a steak grilled medium rare for him, with a side of forest grown greens and red mashed potatoes with a hint of garlic. Jaas pried open a few shellfish, tossing them into her mouth and swallowing them before speaking again.<br/><br/>"You would make an interesting pet. There aren't many like you out there. If I were to have someone like you on the end of a leash, it is sure to draw a lot of attention." she said. After a moment, she raised an eyebrow. "What, you don't honestly think that you're good enough to be a lover for me, do you? Get over yourself."<br/><br/>She sipped at her wine, swirling it in the glass. "I have yet to find someone good enough for me. My beauty must be matched in equal measures of both physical appeal and immeasurable strength of character. Someone like you, so weak and pathetic in mine and the eyes of a ruler whose strength exceeds even mine, even the title of 'pet' would be a stretch for you."<br/><br/>(letsgowiththat)<br/>The naga eyed Garrick for a moment before leaning against the bar top. "It's not like I haven't gotten my fill of adventure. I'm not exactly a spring chicken, even if I look like it." She was right. She looked like she was in the prime of her youth, though is was common knowledge that naga could live long lives if in the right environment. She had long fiery red hair, tied back and flowing down to the small of her back, deep golden eyes against tanned, rich skin. Where her tail began at her waist was a river of red scales, splotched with black patches here and there and an ivory underbelly.<br/><br/>"I was actually one of the commanders in the Beelzin infantry, back in the War of Endless Night. While I was more a tactician than an actual fighter, I managed to hold my own against most of the abominations thrown our way. Despite my best efforts, I found that there was no strategy good enough to fight the wielder of Obsidian herself...."<br/><br/>She remained silent for a moment, staring off into space before shaking her head. "...It's ancient history by now. Written and rewritten more times than I bother to try and keep track of. After the war was over, and I managed to drag my sorry hide from the blood soaked battle fields, I declined the offer to become the Adviser to King Maximilian and left Beelzin. I had seen enough violence, and even my home was too much for me by the end of the War. That's how I ended up in Oath. Nothing bad ever happens here, by that fire pit, behind this bar."<br/><br/>(eatablecarnage)<br/>Shelby would find that those who weren't drunk and rowdy were lost in conversations or drinking songs. Most were brutes or travelers, stopping in for a good time. It wouldn't be hard for her to try and find someone to con, though she should be wary as to not con the wrong person around this tavern.