[System]
Norgardian | 32 | Male

Appearance
Standing at 6'2 and having a muscular build due to training and years of fighting. He has long red hair that almost extends to his chest, along with a full red beard, and has in both his hair and beard braids in them. Mainly at the end points of his hair and beard. He has a pale complexion, and while his face does not have scars, his arms, chest, and back have several. He carries himself like a warrior, there is no mistaking it. Tends to have a serious look on his face most of the time.

Personality
Kjetil can be described as a stoic and, at times, an emotionless person, along with being a religious person. This is due to years of being a warrior in service of a religious warrior cult and despite leaving the cult. He can still be a religious and passionate person, especially when it is not rage, and can be a reliable ally and friend. Though only if you win his trust, and he is slow to trust others. Though once that trust is broken, then it is hard to regain his trust. As a result of his training, he uses his anger in combat. It is actually hard to make him angry outside of combat since he can control it and only will get angry if someone really tries or said something happens that he takes personally. And he can be rather cold to someone that he dislikes.

Background

* Profession: Warrior
* Class: Barbarian
* Heritage: Noble

History Kjetil was born the youngest of four to a noble family in Norgard and from early on. He had shown he had a warrior spirit in him. Always wanting to spar with his older siblings and pick fights with others of his age. He was given a noble education and when he was fourteen. His parents knowing full well of his warrior spirit and knowing that he as little chance of inheriting anything of note. They wanted him to have a good life regardless. It was then that his parents decided to give him to the Wolves of Ulfric. A religious warrior cult that being apart of it was considered a great honor to both Kjetil and his family, even if he had no choice in the matter.

For years Kjetil trained under the Wolves. Under strict training and learning their ways, praying exclusively to their patron deity, Ulfric, God of Wolves, Winter, and Battle. Kjetil was taught to tap into his anger and channel it into a primal fury. Becoming a warrior that by the time he was eighteen, Kjetil was almost a Wolf, but he still had one last test to see if he would truly join the cult. That test was going on a raid and prove that he had truly become one of them and earned his place among them by surviving his first battle.

He was sent along with a Norgardian raiding party that was heading to the lands of the Banians. There Kjetil, using his training and tapping into his anger. Kjetil entered into a primal fury and killed several Banians during the raid despite the injuries to his body. In the end, he would survive his first battle and come out with several kills and loot. The Wolves, upon his return, welcomed him and was officially made a member of the cult. It was one of the happiest days of his life and one he would not forget.

For ten years, he was in the cult and went on many raids. Kjetil did not just become a strong warrior but considered his fellow Wolves as family. Growing close to them and would grow close to one in particular. Ingunn was her name, a former commoner and one of the several women in the cult. The pair worked and did well together, and the two fell in love. While he knew the cult had no problems with Wolves getting together as long as it did not stop them from their duties. It started to make him think about things, and now he was with Ingunn. The life he started to want would not be possible within the cult. So after a deal of courage from both of them, the two ask the cult's leader Aslak for permission to leave the cult. Aslak noted how long they have been with them and how well they have served under Ulfric. So after much time, he finally decided not to allow them to leave the cult and that the two should be separated from each other.

Kjetil did not take this well, and the two were punished by Aslak. But this did not stop the two, and eventually, they were able to escape from the cult and flee to Thaegoradrim. There they tried to live a normal life in a village and hide from the cult as best they could. For a few years, this worked, and the couple lived happily there. However, it was hard for Kjetil to adjust to living there because of his warrior and noble background, but he tried his best and seemed to be getting the hang of it. More so once he learned that Ingunn was pregnant with their child. Then their happiness turned to tragedy.

One day the cult found them while Kjetil was in the fields and Ingunn was at their home. A group of five Wolves disguised as guards appeared at the village, and once they spotted Ingunn, they threw off their disguises and charged her. Roaring the cult's battle cry and Kjetil was able to hear the battle cry and instantly knew that the cult had found them. Rushing back home, he found Ingunn bloody and in the middle of fighting the Wolves. Rushing to her side and unleashed his primal fury on the Wolves. In the end, the Wolves were slain with help from the local guards, and while it left Kjetil wounded but alive. Ingunn was not so lucky and would die a short time after the fight from her wounds. With one last breath, she made Kjetil promise one thing, that he should live, and he knew what she meant by that. That he should not take revenge against the cult since it would be suicide, and she did not want him to die in a fruitless fight.

So after burying her body and knowing that the cult would be after him until he was dead. Kjetil, with the last of his coin, ventured far south to escape the cult and start a new life for himself. If he could, that is.

Reason for Travel
With a religious warrior cult wanting his head, Kjetil needed someplace where the cult could not find them, so he ventured far south on board the Skirmisher to escape from the Wolves of Ulfric and for a new beginning if he could manage that.

Motivation/Goal
Keeping his promise to his late wife that he will live and not throw his life away for a fruitless fight. Also, seeking a new life away from the reach and eyes of the Wolves of Ulfric.

Capabilities
Years spent as a warrior in the Wolves of Ulfric had made Kjetil a strong warrior, and knows his way around several weapons, including his fists. He personally favored axes and shields. Often using his anger to unleash a fury of strong but quick blows and relies on brute force in battle. Due to his training, he has survived blows that would greatly wound others and has developed a high pain tolerance, along with being a skilled sailor from his years on raids with his fellow Norgardians.

Equipment
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Money
0 for the moment

Languages
Grim Northern

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"It's good to know your spirits are high," Captain Burnside deadpanned, Holfort helping him up off the ground. Burnside coughed for a moment, and he gladly accepted some of the rationed water, though he made sure not to take more than two small sips to wet his throat. The Captain found a broken piece of kindling on the ground, and on second look it was likely the butt end of Aldrich's pike. He placed it into the ground and steadied himself, using it as a walking stick it seemed.

"Seems they're all wanting to go through. And I say I'd take that stance myself," Holfort said to the Captain earnestly. He had the look of an honest man, as far as sailors on a privateer ship could be. Simple and hard working, but undeniably resourceful when the time came. "You think you can handle that, sir?"

The Captain cleared his throat and looked at the sun, blinking. "Looks like we have no choice."

Burnside and Holfort began to trek toward's the treeline, passing the statue as they did so, only giving it a quick glance. The way the Captain looked at it, it was hard to tell if he knew what it was or not, but he said not a word. The birds above them called out with undulating cries, but otherwise there seemed to be no life close by. The ferns and brush tickled their legs as they took their first steps into the jungle, following the Captain. He seemed to know at least the general direction they needed to travel.

As they continued, the jungle became more animated. Monkeys and strange, squirrel-like animals swung and scampered across the branches of the forest canopy above them. The shade was welcome, but it was humid and somewhat enclosed, the air heavier than on the beach. Sweat came to their skin easily, and soon the bugs came. Big mosquitos and floating beetles and large centipedes crawling along the leafy, soft ground. But that was a mere annoyance.

An hour of walking later, an obstacle appeared in the form of a beast. Firstly, there was a low growl, like a stalling dwarven steam engine. Suddenly something large appeared. Just simply appeared. The stealth was impossible, and yet it seemingly did it without purpose, for the jaguar, and it was indeed a large jaguar, languidly strolled out of the brush and lazily glanced at the assembled group. It stopped six stride away, its eyes widening at the realization of the group of what it likely perceived as large apes. It's maw peeled back to reveal thick fangs, four inches in length. The beast must have weighed four times that of a man.

Above them, a monkey watched curiously, it's mouth in an 'O' shape.

[Assistant]
Lachlan had dared to take a glance at the map, but had handed it over the next person that had happened to be in line, Jacqueline, not much afterwards for he couldn't really read what was written on it, either. Judging one's position merely based on the shape of things drawn onto a map felt pretty pointless if one did not have at least as much as a little hint.

Now the Caelic wished he'd still have that sort of humble problems... Simply for they felt so much more relaxed than being concerned about one's very life. That beast's fangs could probably pierce through any of their heart's with ease, it only was a matter of the angle of attack. His eyes slowly wandered towards his companions, then towards the tree with the monkey on it.

Whether he would be able to climb it ? He considered himself to be a fit man despite his superficial looks maybe. But what if the predator in front of them could so, too ? On the other hand it was probably unwise to question the wisdom of monkeys who apparently felt rather safe high up in the trees, greedily watching the scenery unfolding far below. Lachlan ultimately dropped the idea. None of them would make it up fast enough anyway should the jaguar feel provoked... or just far too hungry.

Lachlan's lower jaw slowly dropped like the ramp of a large cargo vessel, but the verbal payload left the others waiting for it, and when it finally came, it was only with a very low tone, almost whispered tone to it: "No rush! I'll go first, slowly."

The Caelic man scanned the ground in front and to the right of him, then proceeded along a path that guided him forwards and sideways to the right. It was almost a circle with the obvious aim not to close in onto the animal while still making some sort of progress. His eyes kept switching back and forth between the predator and the area in front of him so he could try to dodge any broken branches his not so subtle weight might crack.

Hopefully none of the others would decide to attack the beast without provocation, but he honestly wasn't so sure whether or not the sweltering heat might already have claimed some of his companions' sanity. Going in with just one or two of them actually having weapons would just be doomed from the start!

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Of course, they had run into trouble, Kjetil thought as he stared grimly at their animal adversary. A lone jaguar that now stands in their way and, more importantly, wants them for a snack, or what else could it want? It must be desperate for food if it is willing to take on a group unless Kjetil is either underestimating the beast or it is stronger than it seems. Either way, a beast is a beast. It is dangerous and must be taken out if they want not to die and be a feast.

Still, Kjetil's instincts are screaming at him to attack and let his anger guide him to victory. But, with no armor and wanting to keep his oath to his dead wife. He is going to try something he has not ever done in a fight. Fight with his brains and not brute might. Something he is not quite sure he can do but now is the time to see if he can do that. Especially getting out unscathed and adding to the wounds that he has already.

Then the Caelic, Lachlan, whispered about no rushing, going first, and going slowly. Kjetil silently nodded to Lachlan and watched as he went slowly. Kjetil, with axe firmly in hand and copied Lachlan's actions. Only he moved to the left and tried to maintain eye contact with the jaguar as he slowly walked. Ready to defend himself if the beast decides on attacking him or the others. Making sure not to step on a fallen branch or stick and possibly provoke the beast.

Kjetil kept his anger in check the whole time, just waiting for the right time to unleash it and end this. He can only hope that his companions, or at least the ones with weapons, do not do anything stupid and get themselves killed. A shame really to survive the ship crashing only to be brought low by a lowly beast. Time to see what his fellow survivors will do, and they can take down this beast without someone dying. Kjetil will try to make sure of that.


[System]
Age: 23

Race: Human revenant

Appearance:

Agmundr is a large-sized and very bulked-up man with a long red mane of hair. For being a revenant, he's in pretty good shape: A medic won't require more than one quick and educated look to discover clear signs of death, but there's nothing an average person would instinctively find disgusting about him. There's a glow apparently coming from inside his eyes, but it can only be seen when it's dark.

Common skills: Agmundr died as a poor man, at a young age and a long time ago. He can't read or write since these arts were restricted to the more wealthy people even in his days. He's fairly adept in pickpocketing and stealing (yet no lockpicking, if he had to get through a door he waited for the right moment and then brute-forced it).

Fighting skills: The military had a close look at him and decided that for someone with no precursory experience with weapons, yet a very respectable amount of strength and corresponding body weight, something like a sword would do no good. He recieved training in using a spiked mace - a cheaper and less delicate weapon - in combination with a round shield and simple armor not prone to hinder movement in an unexpected way. Unfortunately, his physique doesn't allow for a horse carrying more than just himself without being considerably overburdened by the weight.

Magical skills: In pure theory there is a lot of magic in him, but comparable to the way an ordinary human being can't ask the own brain to unroll any of those automatic algorithms it uses for thinking, Agmundr is not capable of willingly invoking any of his inherent magic in order to achieve any additional effect. One of the 'passive' effects of his inherent magic is a slow but steady self-regeneration that is a bit faster than the healing capability of a living body and that also prevents the onset of decay. On the other hand his body is just plain dead in the biological sense, so he can't expect conventional healing magic to be much of an alleviation...

Languages: He has a bit of a trouble in adapting to the recent Imperial language, but his familiarity with the old ways might help him just as well when it comes to learn a new language that actually is a derivative of what he knows.

Personality: He was shady in his days. One should definitely not leave one's money unattended if he's nearby and doesn't know you. Stealing definitely did help him, but that was because he didn't have much support from his parents that already died when he was a small child. The question is if he will lose this habit if he's embedded into a more stable social structure for a prolonged time or not. Aside from that he does have a slight lack of self-confidence. What he definitely does appreciate are good friends - he didn't have many of them in his days either.

Bio: His (so to speak) first life ended several hundred years ago at an age of 21. At no point in his former existence he was close to being a distinguished person, so probably the only thing you can find are entries of birth and death in the chronicles - given they have survived that long. There is a number of persons who have doubts concerning his claims about who he is. The grave he had been buried in had been fitted with a very cheap gravestone: There was nothing intelligible left of it when he came back to 'life' and left the site, so there's hardly anything left to clearly identify him.

Equipment: Morning star (one-handed), robust round shield, heavy scale armour covering his body, a spangenhelm. For satisfying the needs not associated with combat he has got a backpack filled with brawn, a few bandages (mechanical fixation does help even him), a set of simple civilian clothing, small knife.

Why did he join ?: A whole new continent is an opportunity only few people can experience in their lives. It would be a waste to miss that. Perhaps there will be something valuable to discover or a nice strip of land to settle down ? Since the military currently is the only organization having made landfall it's quite obvious that there will be trouble, but it's worth it. And he hasn't got much to loose on the old one anyway.

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"Iolaire. My name is Iolaire" she almost said, but decided to hold her tounge. He had given her medicine after all. She swallowed it quickly and almost retched on the spot, it tasted so bad. Then she followed the rest of the crew to the keep. It struck her then that she didn't know who to report to other than the commander. Frankly, she was at a complete loss at what she was supposed to do here apart from the general mission. The big man with the funny accent, Agmundr, seemed to know what he was about, though. She decided to stick with him until she got a clearer picture of what was going on. She approached him while he was speaking with a smith.

"Hey" she said, "I was thinking about getting something to eat. Care to join me?"

[Assistant] The revenant laughed again. "I'm not that good at lifting entire walls. However quite a few people claim that I am a wall myself. And sorry for expressing my self so vaguely: I meant that I'm here to help whoever needs me." Then he was interrupted and turned his head. "Oh, hello... Iolaire ?" He really hoped that his memory was correct. "Ah well... I'd like to. Zane ? You know this place better than me. Is there a place where we can get something edible between our teeth ? And ideally a lot of it." In fact, Agmundr was gambling on him simply joining them, but perhaps he was too busy...

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Despite his initial desire to take in the splendor that was the new continent, the hunter known as Jacque had found himself in bit of a predicament: While he'd managed to take the voyage to handle the ride to the new continent with little problem save for the slight headache that came only when one unaccustomed to constant exposure to sea air breathed to much of it for too long, his body had started to adapt to the subtle swaying motions of the ship as it had sailed. The result of this was that he was almost forced to take a knee nearly three steps into solid earth to properly, no pun intended, ground himself, lest he fall flat on his ass. After rooting himself in place in a spot that he hoped wouldn't put him in the path of someone that happened to be bust, Jacque took the time he was spending getting used to stationary footing again to also survey the area and people around him.

Those that had arrived before the latest batch of colonizers looked to be a combination of fatigued, irritable, and hungry, completely understandable considering what the Lord had said regarding food. Jacque couldn't help but smile just a tad, after all, a lack of food meant that not only would he potentially be able to hunt to his heart's content, but in doing so he'd be earning his place among the others that would call Fort Narselis home. There were many things to be done before that however: First and foremost he had to properly introduce himself to some of the others if he was to live in close proximity to them, following that he would have to find a place to unload his supplies, then after that he would have to ask around to see if there was work to be done within the fort, as well as ask Lord Justed permission to join a scouting party to see if he could find a game trail or two that hadn't been cleared of fauna by all of the recent activity.

The huntsman started to feel a touch overwhelmed as he realized the work that would lie ahead of him before he could actually begin to enjoy himself. His concerns were pushed to the wayside however as he felt a familiar tugging sensation along the back of his cloak. Shortly after the sensation began, a narrow, scaly head peeked over his shoulder, and from it's mouth came a forked tongue. "We'll have to put in a bit of work for me to convince people that you're here for pest control instead of being a potential stew ingredient too, won't we Alu?" Jacque said with a hint of mirth. The monitor lizard gave Jacque a quick glance- more so out of recognition of the sound the huntsman had made than out of understanding, before it continued to look around with mounting curiosity.

Once he was finally certain that his legs wouldn't betray him, Jacque started moving towards a small cluster of people that he'd seen get off the boat before him. He put on a welcoming, if not somewhat reserved smile as he caught the tail end of the conversation, specifically the bit where the large man mentioned food, "If what Lord Justed said really is as bad as he made it seem, then you might have your work cut out for you looking for a meal.". Jacque came to a stop from the group about a yard and a half away and gave a soft nod, "Sorry to intrude in your conversation like that, didn't really know how else to go about introducing myself just now. I'm Jacque.".

[Assistant]
Esther was no exception from the norm, one of the many (if not all) dazed and curious soldiers to land on the New World. Thanks to the three months' trip, Esther found his estoc to be a surprisingly effective rest for his chin, standing or not.

Still, he had a pang of pity for less fortunate travelers. The particularly heavier passengers (in terms of the circumferences of their bellies) had already mixed the scents of their rapidly-scarfed rations with the salty waters; fortunate the latter was much stronger than butyric acid. Whatever still registered into his nostrils was enough cause for pangs of self-pity, too.

"Esther," he chimed in, seemingly as though he had came out of nowhere. "Esther Dietrich. Now, I believe there is food to be had...that a-ways, no?"

Something was making Esther a bit uncomfortable. His steps were lighter than usual, even with all his equipment on, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. It's like his back had no burden to bear, but he was sure he was supposed to be lugging something around...

And there was movement in the treeline. Enemy?

No, just a guard patrolling. That checked one possible job off the list; unwieldy as he felt, Esther had a fort to orient himself with, and so he panned his eyes over the rest of his group.

At least, it would seem. He was trying to pan a view of the entire fort from where he stood, but with an especially massive revenant in the way...

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Zane stood looking at all the new faces surrounding him, fairly confused at his new-found popularity. One man had seemed to simply appeared next to Agmundr, introducing himself as though it was nothing out of the ordinary. A short and lean elvish woman had begun speaking to Agmundr and a rugged looking man named Jacque had also come before him. 'Do not panic. Do not panic.' Zane cleared his throat with a brief excuse, climbing atop a nearby crate, taking out two of his heavier blacksmithing tools, banging them together with several powerful, precise hits in order to gain the attention of everyone around. "Ahem okay um soldiers here is what we are going to do! Zane attempted to straighten his apron. "I know you are all tired and hungry so I am going to go briefly over what jobs are available around camp and then you can all get some food and set up your bunks before reporting to your individual supervisors! First and foremost, what we need are hunters and fisherman who can help provide the camp with food. Those who are skilled in this area please go to the warehouse for a briefing from your superior." Zane looking up at the sky thinking for a brief moment, before glancing back down at the gathered recruits. "This is obviously an unsustainable action and we will probably starve to death soon, unless someone amongst you knows anything of farming or a useful shamanic magic? If you do please report to the command post outside of Lord Justed's home." Zane coughed slightly, entirely unused to giving orders or being the center of attention.

"That being said there are a number of other positions that we always need help fulfilling. The construction team is tasked with both gathering building materials and strengthening the fort walls. As there seems to be a siege of undead at our door soon, it is extremely important that the construction staff have as much help as possible. You can find the construction supervisor next to the ore storage building by the large loads of timber." Zane gestured at each building as best he could. 'Perhaps next time I should bring along some sort of display or stand?' Zane continued, "Those of you with a knowledge of healing or herbs should report to the apothecary for assignment and anyone with suitable abilities in magic should report to the Enchanting and Magical Research building right above the ore storage for supplementary duties. That should be most of the available positions, if any of you have further questions you can ask me during mealtime which is right now. The mess hall is this way." With that duty done, Zane jumped off the crate and began to lead the hungry crowd.

[Assistant] "Seems like food will have to wait then." Iolaire mumbled to herself. She didn't know mych about farming, but she was a seasoned hunter and knew some schamanistic magic, so she assumed she would have to feed herself if she wanted to eat. Herself, and the rest of the fort. She turned around and started walking towards the Lords home. "I'll go and report to the command post." she called out to the others, "See what I can do about the situation."

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Agmundr winced when Esther more suddenly than not appeared next to him. He had seem him before on the ship, but the way he moved... He himself would've never been able to move around in a way even close to that. The revenant noticed that Esther's eyes were moving back and forth, but before he made a more profound thought about that, he plodded away anyway, the construction supervisor being his destination. Large loads of timber next to a warehouse shouldn't be that hard to find, even without a guide. So he followed Zane as long as he could and then diverted.

The hulking undead looked around for anyone to stand close to the location described, but perhaps the guy was inside ? He knocked at the door - perhaps that was considered more polite than just entering. Normally he wouldn't have cared about it, but he was the rookie here and didn't want to take risks that could be avoided easily. However, he got hungry... Hopefully there was anybody among the new recruits that was more adept at hunting, fishing or farming than he was.


[System]
Traveling Thief

Level 4

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-------STATISTICS-------

-------MASTERIES-------

| VIT -- 18 | 55% | BLADES -- D
(-5 Accuracy/-1 Might)

| MGT -- 3 | 35% | POLEARMS -- E
(-15 Accuracy/-0 Might)

| SKI -- 5 | 50% | AXES/BLUNT -- E
(-20 Accuracy/-0 Might)

| SPD -- 17 | 70% | BOWS/RANGED -- E
(-20 Accuracy/-2 Might)

| SRT -- 3 | 30% | THEURGY -- D
(-10 Accuracy/-1 Might)

| MND -- 1 | 20% | MYSTICISM -- N/A
| LUK -- 5 | 40% |
| DEF -- 2 | 25% |
Secondary Statistics

ACC -- ??
AVO -- ??
WGT -- ??
RES -- ??
CRT -- ??
MVT -- 6+2

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Traits:

Locksmith: Can open non-magically sealed doors and chests without the required item.
Celerity: Movement +2.

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EQUIPMENT
* Bronze Long Knife

	+ MIGHT | 2
	+ ACCURACY | 90
	+ WEIGHT | 1
	+ CONDITION | 20/20
	+ RANGE | 1
	+ SPECIAL | Cannot be used while mounted, Halved affect against armor equal to or greater than its grade.
	+ COST | 60

* Bronze Throwing Knife

	+ MIGHT | 2
	+ ACCURACY | 75
	+ WEIGHT | 1
	+ CONDITION | 10/10
	+ RANGE | 1-2
	+ SPECIAL | Doubles as a ranged attack
	+ COST | 45

* Bronze Leather & Hide

	+ DEFENSE | 2
	+ CONDITION | 25
	+ WEIGHT | 3
	+ SPECIAL | N/A
	+ COST | 125

Possessions:
* One spare copper long knife
* Two spare copper throwing knives

Personality
Selfish and single-minded for the most part. He wants to see as much of the world and take as much as he can. Despite that, he gets along well with others. He will share what he finds willingly if he finds entertainment in doing so, but if something grabs his attention he will drop what he has and chase after it.

Backstory
Makeen's parents were part of a traveling merchant guild. He would travel with them seeing many amazing things. At the age of 14 he witnessed his parent's murder at the hands of their guild mates. He overheard that they planed on stealing the rare items his parents had acquired and to sell him to slavers. In despair and fear Makeen hid and ran away in the dead off night. With no where to go, he traveled between cities, stealing and sneaking his way around. In time he joined a band of sell swords who's goals lined up with his.

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Zarif made light work of the yeek and Etor understood that they were in the thick of it.
Etor:I'll cover you.

Etor puffs his chest and makes way for the lone warrior yeek. Not breaking eye contact, Etor shows the warrior all the respect warriors show each other when on the battlefield. While Etor shares Ashur's contempt for the Yeek, at the end of the day the victor is whose ever better on that day, and that's something to be respected.

Etor marches to 14-24 and attacks the Yeek warrior #3 to for 7 damage.

[Assistant]
Lyun: "..." He rushes ahead much like his companions, a glance and a simple nod towards the incoming Ashür. Range wouldn't cut it for the time being, and having his more versatile axe at the ready looks like a better option.

He switches between the two with choppy movements while stomping ahead, eyes fixed on the nearby creatures. He knows their time has come, they know their time has come - or so he thinks, at least. It's just a matter of whether they'll be chased for or charge into.

Lyun moves six tiles to 19-28 and equips his Battle Axe.

[User]
Continuing his charge, Siris prepares himself mentally to face his foes, giving a short yet confident laugh to be heard by both allies and enemies alike

Siris moves 6 tiles to 16-27

[Assistant]
Zarif readied his spear as the blue Yeek warrior charged forward at him, with an animistic rage. Perhaps they weren't as cunning as he had made them out to be after all. The merchant relaxed, he had done this plenty of times in his tour with the Hellions, from such a foe, he really didn't have anything to fear.

Suddenly, the foul creature was upon him, mere cubits away! Zarif, aghast, tried to bring his spear up in his own defense, but it was too late. His off hand felt his chest, wet and sticky with his own blood, the gnarled branch buried deep in his chest. It had all been so fast... there had to be some mistake.

Zarif:"N-no... How? To have traveled so far... only to die like this... dammit." He could feel himself sliding off Salador's back, falling slowly, as time itself had slowed until...

Zarif's eyes blinked open, he glanced around suddenly, confused. There was that foul creature again, still many paces away. He felt his chest, it was somehow intact. The merchant sighed and shook his head.

Zarif:"Must have dozed off again. What an unsettling daydream! Ah, what are the odds of something as far fetched as that anyway" The happy go lucky foreigner chuckled to himself, following the Yeek as it waddled forward, readying his spear. When it reached him, zarif was ready, and caved its skull in with two swift strikes. It's spear, a branch really, managed cut his Zarif's leg as it fell, but other than a little pain, the rider was mostly alright.

Zarif:"Better keep up the assult!" He told himself, the burning pain in his leg managing mostly to sharpen his scenes and wake him up a little. He strapped the spear to Salador's side as he kicked his companion lightly, and began to ride along the side of the wall, drawing his bow. After sending an arrow over the wall, he circles back, hoping to regroup with the rest of the company.

Zarif moves Seven tiles to 18-26, attacks Blue Yeek #1 with his short bow, and rides 3 tiles back to 15-26

[User]
Makeen: A small ruined village caught Makeen's eye. Diverting his approach slightly he scoped it out. Unfortunately, the place had been wiped clean of anything with value. His slight disappointment didn't last long as the sound of battle echoed from up ahead. Gripping his knives, Makeen continued his way to their objective.

Makeen moves six tiles to 10-25.


[System]
Birthday
Janruary 12th x874

Guild:
Phoenix Wing

Magic:
Absorption Magic: While possessing a large potential for magic she does not have a consistent way to release it without exposure to other magics. Small amounts of magic energy used around her gets absorbed until she is able to use a variation of it. For instance, being around fire magic will eventually allow her to produce and manipulate fire at a fairly basic level. It is not as strong as the original nor can she reproduce the same spells. Extended exposure increases the strength but that still takes quite some time. The only exception to that rule is use of a Lacrima. However the increase is temporary and usually burns through her magic reserves. It is a quick way to gain access to other magics for the future though. Typically elemental magics are easiest to learn such as fire, water, and earth. Others are more scarce and thus she may never be able to use.

As she unlocks other magics she is able to switch between them, only able to use on at a time. Switching is similar to requiping, her clothes, hair, and eyes changing color to reflect the magic she is meaning to use. This leads us to the more negative aspects of such an ability. Her magic controls her just as much as she controls it. Each magic is accompanied with a different personality. So fire will exhibit a more hot headed demeanor than the more docile water. More chaotic type magics could lead her down a darker path.

Magic Level: B

Equipment:
A chain weapon with small blades on the end that her father taught her to use. Mainly a defensive weapon as it lacks real mass or punch.

History:
Given the overall decreased number of mages Ariel's magical prowess went without being realized until her late teens. There was always something a little off though. The few times a mage would pass through her home of Oak Town she would start acting up even as a little girl. It was always attributed to her young age and later on to being a tenager. Being a free spirit she would often visit the Crystal Lake through the years. Never able to keep the child put her father taught her the use of a weapon for self defense. Thankfully she's never had to use it.

As she grew into a young woman more mages began to come through. While beginning to be exposed to more magics the first one that showed up first was water. Perhaps it was the legend of the mage upstream but the many years by and swimming in the nearby lake finally drew in enough traces of magic to allow her to use water magic. Unable to change back to her usual appearance she hurried back home. She stayed shut in for the better part of a year until she changed again, a nearby guild having a couple fire users. Nearly burning down her home that first time only switching back to water did she manage to save most of her belongings. Clearly not having this under control she left town so she wouldn't harm anyone else.

Along her travels she visited a few guilds but whenever she began to feel unusual she would leave. Eventually she realized the mood swings she would have coincided with the changes of magic. Coming to the conclusion that she couldn't truly figure this out on her own she began to ask around for a good guild to actually join. Phoenix Wing came up a few times and it sounded like a good place to start. It it wasn't for her then she would move on.

Personality:
Ariel's personality varies based on the magic she is currently exhibiting. Normally she is quite wary of people, having been taught not to trust outright. See appearance for more on each personality.

Team Members:
Team Powder Keg

Three Strengths:
1. Versatile given time.
2. Loyal once you can get past her distrust.
3. Can change to a better mood almost on a whim.
Three Weaknesses:
1. Takes time to become more capable.
2. Visibly broadcasts the magic she intends to use.
3. Easily corruptible.

Greatest Love:
N/A

Motivation:
Find a safe place where her magic won't lead her down a bad path.

Appearance:
Color: goldenrod

Color: bold

Color: slateblue
Main personality trait: Melancholy

Color: orange
Main personality trait: Aggressive

Color: khaki
Main personality trait: Cheerful

Color: black
Main personality trait: Apathetic

Color: pink
Main personality trait: Loving

Color: lightblue
Main personality trait: Cold

Color: tan
Main personality trait: Reserved

Color: yellow
Main personality trait: Excitable

Color: crimson
Main personality trait: Subservient

Color: lightgray
Main personality trait: Defensive

Color: saddlebrown
Main personality trait: Stubborn

Color: green
Main personality trait: Motherly

Color: skyblue
Main personality trait: Playful

Color: bold
Main personality trait: Commanding

Color: steelblue
Main personality trait: Fearful

Color: gray
Main personality trait: Brooding

Color: deeppink
Main personality trait: Passionate

Color: bold
Main personality trait: Creative

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Color: orangered
Acquired by absorbing the magic from the ashes of a fallen Phoenix. Transforming through reincarnation Ariel has a full pair of wings that allow her to fly.
Main personality trait: Forgetful

Color: black
Acquired by stealing the power of a god sealed inside a magic artifact. Most of her body turns jet black and her power is fully displayed.
Main personality trait: Arrogant

Additional Details:
Also I will try to make her name color coincide with the current magic she is using. So long as I can find one readable.

[User]
Zenoram/Zero

Zero sighed after listening to her. At least now he got a better idea of Mithera's thoughts even if they were better relayed through this woman. "Nah. I don't need to talk to her." He said calmly as he kicked his feet up onto the table. "So... Um... Why the hell do you think so many people left? I mean even Karn. You'd think one or two would have been fine or something." He said calmly as he shook his head. He still wasn't entirely sure on this whole guild thing. "Geez... Okay so maybe it's been a little more interesting around here. But I kind of miss my old sparring partner." He yawned a bit. He needed to find someone else to talk to and spar. Karn wasn't really gonna cut it. And he wasn't about to use his magic to fight Mithera. But that didn't matter much. Zenoram was what mattered.

"Well, this little talk was helpful. I'm gonna go find Karn. You know... Make sure the weirdo hasn't hurt himself or something." The young dragon slayer said as he stood up. "And listen. I don't know much about you, but you're pretty cool. Maybe you should consider sticking around. It'd probably be good for you and Mithera and maybe Karn... Though... In his case even an ant joining the guild would be amazing..." He chuckled a bit and laughed as he began to walk to the door. He wasn't in any particular hurry. Enough people should have been there to handle anything that might come up. In fact he was banking on running into Karn while the feminine male was on his way back to the guild.

[Assistant]
>>>
Karn
Fiore || Magnolia || Broken Tavern
Interacting: Nolan, Fleo, Zero/Zenoram

Karn blinked a little as Nolan once again started freaking out and sweating a river again. Before the blonde could react, the bigger man fell backward and on top of the feminine male, foam running at the mouth like some dog with rabies.grunting as he was practically crushed underneath the bigger sweaty man, the blonde flailed a little, but that did little to move the fainted wizard. As Fleo laughed and joked with him, Karn gave a playful huff.

"But I was told I look better in these clothes. At least by that odd guy." he laughed before transforming into his Chimera form, looking down as the much bigger form looked at the figure passed out on his belly. His tail flicked and wrapped itself around the man's waist and lifted him up so Karn could roll onto his feet and stand up once again. Nose curling a little at the smell of sweaty man, he stuck out his tongue.

"Awe.. I'm going to need a tongue bath after this." he whined a little before grinning. "Don't worry Dusty! I'll take him back! Make sure everyone's okay." Karn chirped, setting the unconscious man on his back before started heading back toward the Guild. Steps quick and fluid before skidding to a halt as he spotted Zero and Zenoram, in which case the beast cheerfully charged toward him.

"Hiiiii Zero-kun! Zenny!" Karn greeted before skidding to a stop in front of the dragon slayer, happily nudging his muzzle against the man's shoulder in greeting.

"Decided to go look too?" he chirped, tilting his head.

[User]
Magnolia City Streets - Destroyed Tavern
Though she was a little surprised when the child spoke, knowing her name and sounding so strange. Trinity had, in all honestly, thought the child was strangely, really magical, so she wasn't terribly surprised when she put it together that it was Jamie. She decided she might play it up a little, though... how rare is an opportunity like this, after all?

"But Master, you're so cute~" She spins around with her in her arms once, giggling. She turns her head over her shoulder to watch as Karn transforms and carries someone out of the building, and then she catches the fight outside. Between Damian and some lightning user. From the look of things, it seemed the fight was under control, mostly.

"Ah, that's right, I was looking for Karn." She sets Jamie down and pats her head once before she scitters off after the Chimera. She passes Fleo on her way after the large beast, gently touching her shoulder as musician passes behind her. When she gets to her friend, she climbs up on his back, having herself a seat and getting an angle on the fight. As she watches, she conjures a pair of bongo drums and starts to play.

[Assistant]
Sayuri

She rolls her eyes and pokes Penny, "Yes, well, maybe that's why I tried talking to you first. I would probably get along with most of the people in the guild... Though Lazarus might be an exception. Seems a little too full of himself if you ask me. But I want to know the person who ran into a collapsing building to find someone that would have been an enemy the day before. Besides Sasha looked to be busy with the kid. I didn't wanna bother them. I'm sure we have more in common than the same hair color," she laughs, "So we just need to find a common ground we can both enjoy..."

[User]
"Go look? Um... No..." Zero laughed a bit as he put his hand onto Karn's head and scratched. At least like this Karn seemed more like a pet. Strangely, that was Zero's preference. "I came to make sure you didn't end up getting yourself hurt." He paused and rolled his eyes. "Plus... Zenoram wants a hug. So he's gonna take control for a while." He sighed before glancing at the other mages here. Fleo and Trinity. Fleo was with Karn when he arrived and Trinity just came and mounted Karn. Of course, he knew neither of them. But that wasn't gonna stop him from tagging out with Zenoram.

"Ugh... Finallyyyy~" Zenoram said with a big grin. "It's so boring to be stuck in the back of our head. Zero doesn't try to be social. Like ever." He began to tuck in his button down shirt. "I mean how are we gonna make more friends like that?" He giggled. Yes giggled. Now he was unrolling his sleeves. He did so hate the unkempt appearance Zero chose to portray when he was in charge. He had to deal with it though. It was who his other half was. "You agree don't you Karn?" He tightened the tie a bit and then glomped the beast that was Karn's head. "And I he hates hugging! Who hates hugging?!" The current situation didn't seem to interest Zenoram at all. He was focused on talking to Karn.

"I hate hugging."
"Shush you. You had your turn."
"Whatever. I'm gonna nap now.

With that Zero would drift to sleep and Zenoram was continue to hold onto Karn hugging the crap out of his head since he was larger than Zenoram when in Chimera form.

[Assistant]
EdolasMayt --- Edolas Phoenix Wing Mayt looked back at Sasha and nodded, and once he was inside he moved just to the side of the door before shouting. "Phoenix Wingers of both Earthland and Edolas! I'm going to the capital to stop the Golem going to Earthland from completing its mission. Those of you from Edolas are free to come and help, but I am mostly just asking for those from Earthland to come with me. I believe there is a great chance we'll be able to return home, and we'll prevent unnecessary strife and strain in Fiore by doing this, so I'm not giving you a choice in coming along, though I will not make you fight." He crossed his arms, looking among everyone, hoping there wouldn't be uproar.

EarthlandMithera Mithera sighed, tired of all the fighting and yelling. She stood up slowly, stretching, before pacing around the building, moving with the grace only a feline was capable of, and over to Zenoram and Karn. She walked besides them before sitting down, looking at them with tired eyes and a relatively relaxed posture. She cursed herself silently for not giving more of her forms the ability to communicate properly, and gently pushed her nose against Karn's shoulder to get his attention, and flicking her head in the general direction of most of the guild and the commotion being caused, trying to ask what was going on.

[User]
JaniceThe sudden appearance of water magic gave Janice pause briefly and she retreated out of reach. The slight bit of fear fell away though when it became apparent that this mage was relatively low on the totem pole. Grinning she launched a ball of lightning in between the two to separate them. "How cute. The little water mage thinks she can stop a God Slayer." Having created an opening the lightning user landed on the space and attempted to strike both Ariel and Damien with a deadly blast of electricity.

ArielCompletely out of her league the young woman barely had the opportunity to finish her first attack before she was jumping back to avoid getting hit. Her gaze still directed upward she was not prepared for the speed of her opponent and glanced down only in time to get a face full of lightning. For a brief moment the magic being directed at her didn't seem to be doing anything. That luck ran out quickly though as her body had enough of a shock for its purposes and she was blasted backward into a nearby cart. Nowhere near tolerant for such a thing Ariel was down for the count in one move.


[System]
Gender: Male
Race: Dwarf
Age: 16
Melee Weapon of Choice: Greataxe
Ranged Weapon of Choice: Crossbow
Appearance:
Bio: Tormir was born as the grandson of King Orik into Durgrimst Ingeitum and was trained by his father to be a warrior, like he was, and trained to fight with a greataxe starting from a young age. He spent most of his life in Tronjheim until the day he was selected to join a group of elves, humans, and even a couple Urgals to journey outside of Alagaesia to be tested before the dragon eggs and potentially become a Dragon Rider.
Dragon's Name: Lilla
Dragon's Appearance:
Other: Tormir carries an axe given to him by his father as a going away present. His elven made axe will have a purple blade, and a purple gem at the end of the hilt that will be able to store magical energy, and use when he needs it.

[User]
"Tis a shame, but yes it was tough but I wouldn't trade it for anything." he said. Eventually, once they had all eaten their fill, a man who appeared neither human, nor elf strode into the hall followed by a dragon whose scales glowed a deep sapphire.

"Welcome new Riders to Dras Shur'tugal and congradulations on having a dragon hatch for you!" the man said. "As you may know, I am Eragon Shadeslayer, son of Brom, and this is Saphira." Saphira roared her greeting. "Starting tomorrow you will begin your lessons, starting on the training field with weapons training. There will be lessons for both melee and ranged weapons, as well as lessons in magical combat. You will then head back inside where you will have lessons in the history of Alagaesia, as well as in the Ancient Language and proper use of magic. You'll also learn how to properly care for your dragon and, once they are big enough to ride, learn how to saddle and ride your dragons, and even fight atop them. However, tonight you will be taken to your rooms and rest. We have special halls for all races so they may feel at home. So rest, for you have a busy day!"

With that, Eragon and Saphira exited and members of the various races took groups of their own races to their halls, where they were shown their rooms, with the exception of Allisa and Athelle, who were taken to the halls of those they lived with. Humans, and Allisa, were taken to a hall where all the rooms were set up like traditional human houses, made of wood with all the needed furnishings. Elves, and Athelle, were taken to a hall where all the rooms were made from hollowed out trees, much in the style of Ellesmera. The dwarves were taken to a hall where all the rooms were surrounded by stone and made in the style of Tronjheim.

Tormir arrived in his room and packed what little belongings he had, testing his bed. While their dragons were still small, they would stay with their Riders. Once they had grown bigger, they would be taken to a special keep for the dragons to sleep.

[Assistant]
Hybrid

Allisa was told to head to the humans quarters since they knew she would be the most comfortable there. She may have been an elf but she was raised with human gypsies and stayed near human villages in the woods and mountains. She looked over as Eli was being brought along towards the same hall. Allisa had Reonia in her arms and he latched on with his claws onto her shirt. "Wow..this place is almost too fancy." She said looking around when they made it inside the quarters.

[User]
Eli arrives at his room which was spacious, well furnished and so much better than his home back at the village. He started unpacking his stuff which wasn't much just essential. when he was done with the first bag he took off his armor than collapse on the bed with Helix who was sleeping off all the food he ate at the feast. He wasn't done unpacking he still had his other bags with all of his weapons in it. He sigh than got up grabs his other bag and places on the table then started to unpack all of his weapon placing the, neatly on the table, six daggers, two short swords, and two katanas. Now that he thought about it this might be too much, all he really needed to take out any opponent was his katanas.

"Oh well to late now" He though out loud. He got everything unpack and there was much else to do until tomorrow so he just sat down and started to clean his armor.

[Assistant]
Athelle got to her room, opening the door and smiling at the interior. The cot was perfect. She actually hated sleeping on anything but a cot or the floor. If the surface was too soft, she'd have an issue falling sleep. She unpacked, pulling out her greatsword. When all of her clothing was in her drawers, she took out her oiling rag and fell into the rhythm of cleaning her blade.
Flame

[User] Allisa grabbed her bags before they headed to the dorms, even though she did not have very much at all. All she really had was her crossbow, her sword, and her survival gear that she brought to make it here. She never really need anything more then that. She grabbed one of her shirts from her bag and made a small nest before placing Reonia on top of it. This will have to do for now until I gather some supplies. She thought to Reonia as he nodded happily.

[Assistant] Vardua stared in awe and Eragon and Saphira. She could hardly think about what he was saying until he mentioned their quarters. She hadn't even thought about where they would sleep. After his speech, Vadrua scooped up Alnea and walked down the way to her room where she unpacked and curled up on the small bed. Alnea explored and after seeming like she liked what she saw leaped up onto the bed with Vadrua and curled up beside her where the pair fell asleep in comfort

[User] Tormir curled up into his new bed, Lila curled up next to him, as they both fell asleep.

[Assistant] Athelle felt herself nodding off. She gently set down her blade and curled up next to Aetnor, who was purring like a cat. She laughed wealky and passed out.

[User]
The next day they were woken by messengers telling them it was time for breakfast and that afterwards they would be lead to the training field where they would begin their first combat lessons.

Tormir yawned and stretched himself, picking up Lila and heading to the dining hall, where he grabbed himself some breakfast and mead and began to eat, getting a pile of meat for his tiny purple dragon.

[Assistant] Athelle groaned and rolled out of bed. Aethor happily plodded behind her as went down to breakfast, waving to Tormir and sitting down beside him. She made a small plate of meat for Aethor, and grabbed breakfast. "Hi, Tormir. How are you," Athelle asked tiredly.

[User]
Allisa

Allisa had quickly fallen asleep soon after she had laid down on the bed. She had never actually slept in a real bed except when she was in a clinic one time when she was very sick. She had forgotten how comfortable they were compared to the floor of the earth or the floor of an abandoned shed when need be. Maybe civilization was better then it was in the past. Maybe this is her shot at a normal life. She thought to herself as she sat up out of bed. She looked over to see Reonia yawning and stretching too. "There's my best friend." She said as she got dressed in her battle gear which was leather armor over her legs and torso and a red cloak with her hood down. She normally would wear it up but she knew that she did no have to hide who she was. She picked up Reonia having her rest on her shoulder with his talons and she walked towards the dinning hall. She saw that her new friends had arrived. "Good morning everyone." She said as she sat down placing her dragon next to her. She looked to see so much food that she did not know where to start.

[Assistant] "Good morning!" Tormir said, stopping his feasting to greet them. "I'm doing fine Athelle, you?"

[User] Athelle smiled. "Very well. Are you excited to start training?" She stroked Aethor, who nudged her hand for more. "Oh, hi! Good morning! How are you, Allisa?"

[Assistant] "Aye! I'm ready to show you lot what a dwarf can do with an axe!" he said, chuckling as he chased his food down with more mead.

[User]
Eli didn't get much sleep that night. He was in a strange place and it made him feel uncomfortable. When morning came a messenger told him that it was time for breakfast and after they will start their training. Eli picked up Helix, who was still asleep and they both went to breakfast.

"Good morning everyone" Eli said walking into the room and taking a seat at the table. Once he had taken a seat Helix immediately woke up and looked at the food. Eli could sense that he was hungry so he gather a pile of meat and let Helix had at it.

[Assistant] "Hey," Athelle called. "Morning! How are you, Eli?" She smiled down at his dragon. "Hi, Helix." Athelle quickly devoured the rest of her brekfast, returning her plate.

[User] "Aye, tis a good morning indeed!" Tormir said, raising his mug to the elf who just joined them.

[Assistant]
Vadrua awoke with a start not really recognizing the pattern in the roof of her room only to hear a disgruntled snort. Alnea looked up at her and Vadrua just smiled.
"Guess that'll teach you not to lay on my chest while I sleep." she said smiling and caressing the dragons head. With a smile, she moved the dragon and got herself ready for any training they would be doing before offering her arm to Alnea who promptly climbed up onto her shoulders loosely wrapping her tail around her arm. Smiling to the group she approached and sat amongst them with a grin.
"Good morning my fellow Riders in Training," she said smiling as she handed Alnea small chunks of pork that she had gotten for her.

[User] "Morning," Athelle said, now in much better spirts since she had eaten. "Here, take my seat, I'll stand."@Keyblade87

[Assistant]
@Chronos Hybrid@Azure Flame@Keyblade87

"I have not slept in a bed for quite a few years so you can say that I am ready for anything." She said as she started to eat some bread and bringing small pieces of meat for Reonia as she smiled. She took a look at everyone who walked in when she saw someone she had seen the night before but did not get the chance to speak to them. It was another Elf so she was worried to speak to her but she knew it would be inevitable. "Hello, Im Alissa, I didn't get the chance to talk to you last night." She said holding out her hand.

[User]
(Sorry for the delay guys, been busy and kind of in a RP slump/writer's block)

After they had eaten their fill, they were brought out onto a training field, where an elf greeted them. "Welcome new Riders! I am Faenriel, and I will be your instructor in all things combat. First order of buisness, do you all have your own weapons? If so, step up one by one and present them to me!"

Tormir was the first to step up, pulling the axe off his back and presented it to Faenriel. "This axe was made by mine father as a gift for coming here in the forges of Tronjheim." Faenriel picked up the axe and looked it over, noting the symbol on the blade. "Very well made, and if I'm not mistaken, this crest is that of Durgrimst Ingeitum, correct?" "That it is, for it is mine clan." "Very well, it is a very good weapon, wield it well and you will go far in this class." Faenriel passed the axe back to Tormir, who strapped it onto his back and stepped down. "Next?" Faenriel asked.

[Assistant] Athelle stepped up to the elf. She pulled the sword off of her back, feeling the blade's comfortable weight in her hands. She gave it over to the elf, who smiled at it.@Azure Flame

[User] Faenriel picked up the blade and examined it, looking surprised. "An elven blade? You aren't a typical human, are you?" he asked, handing her blade back.

[Assistant] "Not particularly, no," she said, taking the blade back and sheathing it on her back. She bowed with her hand twisted over her stomach. "Thank you, elda." Athelle took her seat again and watched the proceedings.@Azure Flame

[User] He raised his eyebrow at the curious human who knew their customs and bowed to her in the same fashion before calling out "Next!"

[Assistant]
Eli walked in front of the elf unsheathing his katana and presenting it to him.

Flame

[User] He inspected the blade and nodded his approval, passing the sword back to him. "Interesting choice." he said. "Next!"

[Assistant] Alissa walked up to the weapons inspector and she held her sword in one hand an her crossbow in a different hands. She hoped she would be able to keep both of her weapons even if they did not look in the best shape. They worked perfectly fine but they did not look the best. She had Reonia on her shoulder and he sniffed in the direction of the inspector.

[User]
The elf took her sword and looked it over. "This weapon is worn, but still sturdy. It has seen battle, and tells of a rough life." he said, tears in his eyes as he looked at her. "You have a sad story, young one, let us hope you find a happy ending here." He twisted his hand over his stomach and bowed, in the fashion of the elves before handing her blade back to her and wiping his eyes. He looked over them all, deeming that everyone had handed over their weapons for inspection. "Very well, now we shall see you skill with these weapons!" He passed his hand over their weapons, muttering "Gëuloth du knífr!" each time, a thin barrier hovering over the blades of their weapons. "Pick a partner and spar with them." he said. "Do not worry, I have guarded your blades, they will not slice, but they can still bruise."

Tormir checked the blade of his axe, to find that the blade, in fact, could not cut him. "So this is the power of magic." he muttered to himself, before searching for a sparring partner.


[System]
Sex: Male
Age: 18
House: Odd-Eyes house

Appearance: Yuryu's hair is medium black with a blue-streak in the shape of three lightning-bolts running through his fringe. His eyes are dichromatic, his right eye a darker shade of blue while his right eye is blue, slowly turning a foggy-grey at the bottom of his iris. This is something that developed in his early childhood while living with his half-brother. His skin is a light shade of olive, and he stands at 5'8" tall. He often wears a blue singlet over top a black, sleeveless coat.

Duel Disk: Yuryu's duel disk is very similar to the current times duel disk. Colored Black with white trim, the play field is a bright-blue, and the screen is a large circular window. The difference between Yuryu's duel disk, however, and the current is that on the surface next to the screen, an insignia of two dragons circling is embedded on the face of the duel disk. One of the dragons is shaded dark-red, while the other is a clear outline of Yuryu's "Lock Rage Dragon" card.

Personality: Yuryu takes a very serious tone to dueling, as well as towards any duelist who seeks to challenge him. Otherwise, he is quite laid back, however prefers to keep to himself, trapped in his own thoughts, rather than make conversation. He does not shy away from communicating with other duelists when the topic of becoming a better duelist arises, although he very much prefers people address him as Yuryu, as he was not raised to use his first name lightly. If annoyed or tested, he can become easily frustrated, snapping at a moment's notice at people who try to get on his bad side.

History: Raised with his father and stepmother, his late mother had left him and his father mere months after he was born, with no notice of why she left or where she went. As such, he and his half-brother lived together during their childhood. Unlike his younger brother, who was often kind and laid back, Yuryu had trouble befriending others and was easy to anger while he was little. This anger was tempered as he grew older, and although Yuryu and his brother were very different, they both had three things in common: They both loved to duel, they were both very prideful and the both HATED to lose.

One day, during his early teenage years, Yuryu had recieved a card from an unknown sender: Lock Rage Dragon. The moment he had touched this card, duel's began to play out very different, especially his brohter. He couldn't explain it, but all of a sudden his win rate shot through the ceiling. He was even offered the chance to go to The Saotome Duel Institute, a place where he could study and learn more about duel monsters. Jumping at the chance, Sikao Yuryu took the next boat off, excited to begin the next chapter of his duel monster's career.

Wish: To duel against his younger brother until the end of time.

Deck: Pendulum Dragons Unlocked

[SOLAR LEGACY CARD]
LOCK RAGE DRAGON
Level 6 DARK Dragon-type Pendulum Monster
2100 ATK/2200 DEF
Scale 7/7
Pendulum Effect: Once per turn, target one Dragon-type monster on your side of the field: reduce it's level by up to 2 levels until the End Phase of that turn. This card must be face-up in order to resolve this effect.
Monster Effect: Before damage calculation, if the attack of this monster has been increased this turn and it battles an opponent's monster: Destroy that opponents monster.

STORM RAGE DRAGON
Level 4 DARK Dragon-type Pendulum Monster
1500 ATK/1300 DEF
Scale 3/3
Pendulum Effect: Once per turn,you may destroy a card in your other face-up pendulum zone to target a spell or trap card on the field: destroy it.
Monster Effect: When this card is special summoned, you may destroy a card in one of your pendulum zones and place this card in that pendulum zone. If you do: All Dragon-type monsters gain 200 ATK until end of turn.

FIERCE ANGER DRAGON
Level 5 FIRE Dragon-type Pendulum Monster
2100 ATK/400 DEF
Scale 3/3
Pendulum Effect: During your main phase, you can destroy this face-up card to target one Dragon-type Pendulum monster you control: search your deck for a monster with the same name from your deck, and place it in your empty pendulum zone.
Monster Effect: During your main phase, this face-up card can be special summoned from your extra deck. If summoned by this effect, banish this card when it leaves the field.

(I own none of the artwork used for these cards. Their purpose is to better depict the cards.)

Monster Cards:
x1 Lock Rage Dragon*
x3 Storm Rage Dragon*
x3 Fierce Anger Dragon*
x3 Lancephorhynchus
x2 Archfiend Eccentrick
x2 Magiquipped Dragon Etherweapon
x1 Genesis Dragon
x3 Rare Metal Dragon
x1 Infernal Dragon
x3 Dragorado

Spell Card:

x3 Draconnection
x1 Rush Recklessly
x2 Forbidden Lance
x1 United We Stand
x1 Mountains
x1 Pot of Greed
x1 Dark Hole
x1 Card Destruction
x1 Vicious Claw
x1 Monster Reborn

Trap Cards:
x1 Trap Stun
x1 The Dragon's Bead
x1 Dragon's Fang Reincarnation
x1 Dragon's Rebirth
x1 Bottomless Trap Hole

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"Trap Card activates! Madolche Nights! When my graveyard contains no monsters I can negate a monster's effect, which means Ceasar's monster effect is negated" Rumi declared revealing Madolche Nights, A jolt of lightning was sent through Wave King Caesar, its effect negated, leaning on its sword as if it were tired. Flame King Genghis and Lamia had both vanished."Suppose if that's all I'll end my turn"

Rumi's field status

S/T: Madolche Ticket, Madolche Waltz x2 1 set card
Monster zone: Messengelto, Hootcake (def) , Mewfueille (def)
LP: 6400

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Bug

Tekkan could've sworn Fyodor and some other biker passed him by as he ran around God knows where on the island. He screamed as fast and quick as he could- "HEY LEADER! WAIT FOR ME!" -but his request fell on deaf ears.

Dammit, the white-haired youth thought to himself. Guess I'm gonna have to leg it!

The boy ran as fast as he could towards the two bikers, and as he did, he saw a mighty dark cloud up in the sky around where the two duelists were. Almost immediately afterwards, a bolt of lightning crashed down, and a fearsome creature emerged clearly.

The Archfiend Summoned Skull.

Holy shit! Tekkan thought to himself in amazement as he picked up his running speed, his mind racing. Leader has that thing in his deck?! I gotta get a closer look!

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Watching in surprise as Rumi seemed to have a way to top every one of his attacks, Lua looked at his cards with a bit less excitement. With the other two in mind, as he thought over his play and sighed. He gripped on the card he had chosen and put it down in defense mode. it was an Obnoxious Celtic guardian. He watched it create the large, bulky man wielding a large and steel sword that he had repositioned in order to cover much of his body. Lua knew that none of the monsters currently on the field could really kill it, so he'd be safe, at least he assumed. He was a sitting duck if it was killed.
"I put one card face down too" He spoke, putting a precautionary action. The card was put into his spell/trap area. He didn't like that this was his only defense but it would have to do.
"Well... I guess that's my turn" He mumbled. He looked to his hand. He only had four cards. None of them were what he really wanted. He was sure they would come in handy later though.

Cards in hand: 4
Monsters played: Obnoxious Celtic Guardian 1400 1200 (Def)
Spell/trap: Face down card
LP: 8000

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Aya barely had time to put the surplus counter on Kyoutow Waterfront before it was destroyed. Her Smash hit trap card had been hit and smashed, her beachfront property had closed, and her terrible tarantula-themed totempole of monsters had been unceremoniously banished back to the bottom of her extra deck. She raised both her arms up and screamed until she had to draw breath again. That made her feel a little bit better. Not by much. That, and it looked extra realistic when the giant dragons speared through her body, inflicting attack after attack on her life points. As the last of her life points ran out, the girl didn't stand a chance. Her face became puffy and red, as she took a few deep breaths, before continuing.

"That didn't count!" She stated, trying to take refuge in audacity. "It wasn't my real deck, it was just for show! A-a-and i know it totally looks like i'm running away right now, but - !"

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book of bad juju @Lord Szall

Taiyo's mouth was agape, his eyes wide and his pen quickly scribbling down onto his notepad. That was a terrifying combination, completely wiping her field and rendering her cards useless, then decimating her with a force that was almost double her life points.

"... Astounding..."

He wrote down the names of the cards he had never seen before, and their effects quickly on his page. Storm Rage Dragon, Lock Rage Dragon and Fierce Anger Dragon, all pendulum monsters not to be taken lightly. He quickly stood up after listing down what he believed was their effects, unsure of what he should do now that he witnessed the duel end. Truly, it was a grand display, but he wondered what could possibly counter such an immense force.

Taiyo would have to prepare some extra cards if he was to ever take on this duelist. He didn't even know his name. Or the other duelist's name either.

He felt somewhat embarrassed...

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@PKMNB0Y@Satoshi Kyou@manapool1

Matt silently flipped up Spirit Barrier as his monster was destroyed preventing any damage from being done to his life points. He was impressed. Martin had managed to pump out a lot of powerful monsters quickly without any real difficulty. "Impressive display. I'll summon Sasuke Samurai #4 and use him to attack your Wave King Caeser! Of course his effect will activate and I'll call..." paused dramatically as the large digital coin flipped into the air, waiting for him to declare. "Heads!" It came down as Matt had foretold, causing the diminutive samurai to destroy his much larger foe if everything went to according to plan. After that it was a simple matter of setting one additional card and ending his turn. Truly a powerful opponent, it seemed like the three of them would have to defend from the one of him. Honestly the easiest method, though most boring, would be to simply cause their opponent to run out of cards. Of course it was doubtful they'd be able to stall that long given what he'd seen so far, but it was a bit to early to tell how the duel would go for now.

0-0-Sasuke Samurai #4-0-0
0-set-Spirit Barrier-set-0-
Two cards in hand
Banished Zone: Roulette Barrel, Dicephoon, Second Coin Toss, x2 Needle Wall
Graveyard: Roulette Barrel
LP: 8000

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As his opponent's life points hit 0, Yuryuu could almost feel the Mighty Dragon of his deck carry the winds beneath his wings. As the field disappeared, a feeling of adrenaline rushed through Yuryuu, and it began to course through his veins. His opponent fled in an uproar, and for a moment Sikao Yuryuu stood there, observing the feeling through his hands. Through his hands, he felt a glowing light giving him strength. Through his eyes, he turned to see a man standing behind him.

He observed his spectator, a boy about his age in a white suit and black-blue hair. Through him, Sikao saw the same light within him and his deck. He didn't know what this feeling was, but he could feel it throughout the school, spread wide like shattered glass. Yuryuu gazed about the surroundings of his school. I do not know what this feeling is, but I've never had the chance to duel like this. he thought silently to himself, questioning whether the creature in his deck had really come to life.

The feeling became numb, and soon Yuryuu saw nothing but the empty fields of the school, with himself and a stranger standing idly. Turning his back to the stranger, Yuryuu thought only of going back to his goal: He needed to find Tekkan, and more specifically: Leo Kostanovich.


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Age: 28
Class: Imperial Guardsman
Psyker Powers: none
Equipment (Guns,armor,grenades/etc):
-M36 Kantrael Pattern Lasgun
-Autopistol
-Combat Knife
-2 Frag Grenades
-Eldar Chainsword(taken as a prize during her first mission)
Notable Deeds:
 Military Upbringing: Catherine was drafted into the military as soon as she was old enough to do so. She didn't really have much choice in the matter as both her parents were Imperial Guardsmen as well. Like that, she raised as a soldier for as long as she can remember.
 Survivor of Eskizara I: Just after she finished her basic training and was assigned to a regiment, she was send along with her squad to the backwater world of Eskizara I on a routine scouting mission. They fell under hostile fire as soon as they were on the ground. Their ship was destroyed, most of the other soldiers killed along with their commander. The survivors fled towards the old ruins on the planet. Following their retreat, the battle continued to rage for days, as Catherine along with the rest of her comrades were killed one by one. It turned out there were Eldar forces massing on the planet when they arrived. At the dawn of the second day on the planet, Catherine was the only survivor as the others were killed. Following her instincts, she took the rest of the grenades from her dead comrades, rigged the entire building she was in to explode when it's breached and fled once more. Afterwards she waged guerilla warfare with the elder for 3 more days before reinforcements from the Imperial Guard arrived when her squad didn't report in time. She took the Eldar Chaisword as a prize from one of the xeno she killed. She barely survived her wounds from that event.
 The Battle of Burui V: Later in her career she participated in the clash with Dark Eldar forces. On the lasted world of Burui V, she along with her fellow guardsmen clashed with the Dark Eldar forces. After a long and bloody battle, both forces were forced to break off combat and disengage when the uncorrupted Eldar appeared. Afterwards luckily a three way battle didn't occur for the Eldar had only appeared to fight their corrupted brethren. With the combined efforts of the Imperial guard and the Eldar forces, the Dark Eldar were rooted out of the planet.
 Defeater of Wych: In the battle of Burui V, Catherine, engaged into a battle with a Dark Eldar Wych alone. After a long and painful struggle, showing surprising agility and skill with a sword, she defeated the enemy elite. Once again she nearly died from her wounds after that though.
Time with Inquisitor: None
Appearance:

Hight: 1.79m
40K Knowledge Question:
-Who turned Horus to Chaos? Erebus?

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Stukov was about to respond to the fact he was getting told to shut up in stereo when Sis decided to check up on the Boss, coming back with news that he had up and gone off to take care of... Emperor knows what? Well, shit, he couldn't help but decide, he had this bad feeling that things were not going to get much easier in the forseeable future. The voices agreed and urged him to take matters into his own hands right now, something he ignored the whisperings of. If this is what Smiles put up with on a regular basis, Emperor help them both, a psyker's lot was miserable at best. Of course it seemed things would be going as planned, meet with the glorious Sisters of Battle in their throne of power on the planet, even though they were not really beholden to them at all. Not as far as Stukov could be concerned, really, it didn't strike him as something that made sense. And his gut hadn't led him astray before, not when it mattered, so he trusted it in this matter too. Sisters rubbed him the wrong way, and that was that.

Of course dear Sis was intent on having a private conversation after all, and he rolled his eyes, not facing Sis when he did this, and jammed his hands into his pockets with a half smirk, looking at the others present. He had half a mind to believe she was probably just going to put a round through his skull and claim that he had lost his shit and tried to kill her for the Dark Gods or some such nonsense. Before walking out, he bid his farewells to the assembled group eating breakfast, he was used to not eating meals for long periods of time, so it wasn't going to bother him over much at all. "Guess that's my cue then. Enjoy your breakfast Smiles, Spades, Scarlet cunt. And not so much memory of a goldfish, SC, than I'm just liking you progressively less, so the nickname reflects that." With that, he turned and walked out past Sis, the power armor did seem to almost silhouette him as he walked past it, unconcerned by the prospect. Power armor didn't worry him, not really, it was the wearer that would worry him.

Once out of earshot of the group, Stukov made a very frank comment, no difference in tone but completely serious. "Lay hands on me again, and I won't restrain myself for Boss's sake. Besides, we ain't on loaned property right now, and you're girlfriend isn't waiting to put a round through my skull." The mistake of a tired armsman hardly warranted the response she had given, psyker or otherwise, and her toady pointing weapons at him didn't help the mood either. Should he have responded the way he did? Nope, not in the slightest, but he wasn't going to apologize for that now, and as spiteful as it was, he hoped it stained her clothes. Just to make things that much more inconvenient for her. It had been a long, hell, Emperor knows how long at this point, and the last thing he really needed was zealots getting up in his business. Yes, he was, by all accounts, an unsanctioned psyker in the employ of the Inquisition, something frowned upon at best. But he could honestly say to someone's face that it was not something he had gone seeking.

The voices wanted him to do something about Sis right now, before anyone came along to make complications of witnesses, but Stukov ignored them like he had before. The armsman knew a bad idea when it showed up under the ever so dangerous guise of a good idea, and considering the known tension between them? There wasn't getting away with it. Besides, he wasn't in the business of murdering Imperial servants, even over zealous ones, it didn't sit well in his mind. But he would defend himself, that wasn't a problem for him in that regard. Once arriving at the landing pad, he sat down on a cargo box outside the craft that would take them over to the Sister's throne palace, whatever the hell they called it, leaning back against the hull of the lander, not having removed his hands at all. "Alright Sis, let's get whatever is bothering you so bad off your chest, shall we? And I'll play nice with your Sisters, save you the embarrassment, long as they don't try to get twitchy and jump me. I will defend myself."

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"Why you... damned psycho..." Cath hissed through her teeth in anger. Earlier she tried to joke it and annoy the psyker, but the last statement really enraged her. She also returned to the pokes in kind with ones of her own.

 "Ohhh? You saying you would have done a better job at infiltrating than me in my shoes?" Catherine finally asked, after taking a deep breath to calm herself a little." Sure, next time I get thrown all alone without any backup, any fixers and any way to contact my superiors, I'd gladly change places with you if you are that confident you would do a better job than me, considering all the classified documents I copied while I was in the cult base."

 "I guess that you do not need the location of another stronghold of this cult, the information about a planet where chaos forces are amassing withing this very system along with all the useless info I gathered about an impending chaos attack..." She said with carefree voice and shrug of her shoulder." Guess my info is too bad for the almighty psyker... Be sure to pick your next undercover agent better then... ohh wait I forgot... you cannot decide that... you're just a simple sanctioned psyker." She added with sarcastic voice in return to Adrianne's remark.

 As one of the sisters of battles let out a sharp whistle and caught everyone's attention, Cath stopped poking the psyker and shootign back sarcastic remarks to hear the news. Cath shouted loudly in her mind as she heard that the psyker was in charge till the new inquisitor arrives.' Bloooooooooooodyyyyyyyyyyyyyy dammmmmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!' She thought, throwing a very annoyed look at the woman.

 "Feelings are mutual then, armsman." Catherine replied as the man made his statement. Frankly she did not really care how he called her for it didn't really matter. In fact she didn't even dislike him that much, just he had the back luck to get between her argument with Adrianne. Ohh well a good enemy is better than 10 bad allies... or at least she thought there was a saying like that.

 "Don't worry about that..." She replied to the sister of battle." I'm not going to cause problems unless that woman starts it. Besides it's not me you should be concerned about as threat... there are bigger things coming this way as you will see in my report." The guardswoman stated and looked back at Adrianne.' Man... how I wish to turn one of those eyes blue...' She thought, imagining a fistfight with the psyker.

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Adrianne's features were quick to perk up at Aviza's mention of her becoming the new appointed (if only temporary) leader of the group, at which point Adrianne was quick to return back to Catherine with a triumphant smile on her face and wicked glee!

"You heard that?" She asked the guardswoman with a sly smirk, before raising a hand and motioning towards her chest whilst straightening out her back, assuming a much more regal posture.
"That means I'M the leader of this squad; whom you will have to answer to! Oh what joyous events this is, don't you think?!"

It was entirely up for debate if Adrianne had ever sported a bigger shit-eating grin than the one she was currently wearing!

"Which means that from now on, Catherine, you will refer to me as Prime Adrianne Valenthin, Revered Mystic of The Holy Order of the Emperor's Inquisition!" Adrianne said to Catherine, all the while making herself as tall and imposing as she could in the presence of the guardswoman, which was more difficult than she would otherwise like to admit, being only 5.8ft.

"I really should do something about the height thing... it is not befitting my new rank at all!"

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A threat to a Celestian was no small matter and could result in a number of outcomes, ranging from mild to severe. A threat to the Sisters of Battle as a whole was unacceptable and the offending party would be issued severe discipline on the spot. If one was lucky, they would find themselves executed by a couple rounds to the head. However, if they were unlucky enough, a much worse fate awaited them. In any other circumstance, the Armsman would have found himself in one of the situations above, but due to the fact that he was still part of the retinue, no such actions could befall him at this time. Of course, Aviza kept this to herself and was unsure if the Armsman knew of it or it. The only way lethal action could be taken against him was if he actually acted upon his word.

"I give you my word; there will be no physical contact from this point on, unless it revolves around life and death situations. Keep in mind though; the Adeptus Sororitas does not take threats lightly. Taking hostile action upon us in any form will end very poorly for you. This actually brings us to why I wanted to talk to you. The Ecclesiarchian Chapel has a Psy-Dampner that can be initiated at any time, if it is turned on, you will face great discomfort and your warp powers will be useless. I doubt you wish to face a squad of Seraphims with only a shotgun and a pistol."

"That is the least of your problems though, we have members of the Ordo Hereticus who will be joining us to report their own findings to Prioress Andromedai. Their leader is known as Artorius, a female Ordo Hereticus inquisitor who will be taking over command of the retinue once our orders for this world are complete. I shouldn't have to explain anything else but for your sake here is some advice. Keep your eyes to yourself, do not speak out of turn, mind what you say while in the meeting, and stay close to Solares and myself. This it not only for your safety, but everyone elses. Remember, your actions also reflect upon myself and everyone else in the retinue as well."

In the distance, a large red and black drop ship with the Sisters of Battle crest upon it was heading towards them while traveling at quite the alarming speed. Turning to face the drop ship, Aviza waved it down. Within a moment, the drop ship touched down upon the landing platform, it's doors opening to reveal two rows of comfortable looking seats, this was clearly not a regular military issued ship. The pilot stepped out for a moment and saluted Aviza before speaking. "Celestian Aviza, we should depart as soon as possible, both Andromedai and Artorius are waiting for all of you arrive." The pilot then moved back into the cockpit and took a seat, waiting for the others. "We will be with you shortly, the others are finishing breakfast and gathering their belongings." Aviza motioned back at the mansion for Stukov to finish gathering his supplies.

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"Sure I heard… my… TEMPORARY leader. I will be sure to TEMPORARY listen to your orders." Catherine replied to the smug look on Adrianne's face." I mean, sure… sure… I'm sure the chaos forces will throw one hell of a party when they learn you're in charge. I mean the best of your stealth skills and tactics are so 'good' they will have all the time in the world to escape by the time you even reach their base."

 "I understand my… Prime Adrianne Valenthin, Revered Mystic of The Holy Order of the Emperor's Inquisition!" Cath saluted theatrically before raising an eyebrow at the psyker." My Prime Adrianne Valenthin, Revered Mystic of The Holy Order of the Emperor's Inquisition!, I'd suggest you stop trying to look bigger and more imposing than you are because it's so bad on your back… or is it just an attempt to make your chest look bigger and more defined?" She asked, tilting her head." That's bad for your body, you know? You'll have back problems before long if you continue like this…"

 "Well I'm glad you aren't wearing any big heels, Prime Adrianne Valenthin, Revered Mystic of The Holy Order of the Emperor's Inquisition, otherwise I fear that Prime Adrianne Valenthin, Revered Mystic of The Holy Order of the Emperor's Inquisition, will appear as having serious height complex. Won't you agree, Prime Adrianne Valenthin, Revered Mystic of The Holy Order of the Emperor's Inquisition?" She continued to repeat the whole requested name and titles with a mix of sarcasm and totally serious voice which only made it sound even more sarcastic.