[System]
Gender: Male
Age: 128
Race: Wood Elf

Sitting at a comfortable 5' 10" Lanithil is deceptively thin. His race is revealed in his pointed ears and pure pale skin while his woodland heritage is given away by his piercing leaf green eyes and long flowing oak brown hair. Casually he wears a deep green tunic with dark brown pants. In battle, he dawns leather armor with distinctive leaf patterns and the blue cloak of the inquisition. He also paints his face with markings long believed to help conceal their wearer.

Personality:
Though he moves and speaks with the grace of most elf kind, you will soon find the soft smile of Lanithil is a mischievous one. A jokester at heart, Lanithil will often say or do things to cheer up the bleak moods of his comrades, even if it causes him some trouble. Even to an elf like him Lanithil sees life as too short to be taken serious all the time. One must learn to laugh and enjoy life for it to be worth it. And yet, you will not find such foolishness with Lanithil on the field of battle. Once his bow is drawn, the ranger takes hold. He will follow orders without question, move with silence and haste, and kill without hesitation.

History:
The son of two woodland rangers, Lanithil Valkas was destined to take up the bow for his people. From an early age he was trained in a number of skills from guerilla warfare to wilderness survival. He had daily weapon practice with bows and short swords becoming deadly proficient in both. While many of his kind we're trained in the same arts, Lanithil was exceptionally gifted, but to his superiors, this was not always a good thing.

While Lanithil took his training seriously, he often found entertainment in using them for pranks and other practical jokes. One of his favorites was discreetly suspending a bucket of water from a rope, hiding nearby with his bow, shooting the rope once someone walked underneath, and stealthily leaving the area while a fuming elf looked for him. At least that was the plan. A few times he chose the wrong target for his pranks or made a mistake in his getaway that ended in his apprehension.

By the time he graced one hundred and entered adulthood, Lanithil had grown out of his prankster ways but retained the knowledge of his mistakes. With this plus a century of training under his belt, it was no question if he was ready for the rangers. He spent the next 25 years serving faithfully until one day mysterious tracks were discovered just outside Ilanas. After several days following the trail, Lanithil and his squad came upon a group of skinnui blight.

Though it was an easy fight, their very presence in the elves forest disturbed Lanithil. Having read the stories of what these creatures had done before, Lanithil decided to leave the rangers and join the Inquisition so that he could better protect his homeland. Having now spent 3 years with the Inquisition, Lanithil has learned a great deal about this enemy and is ready to face them.

Equipment:
Elven longbow - Crafted from the wood of the ancient trees in Ilanas and made custom to fit the needs of its user. Such a weapon is only made for the rangers of Ilandell, and the Inquisitors upon request.

Elven short swords - Dual curved blades made by the finest Smith's in Ilandell. Their sharpness and outstanding durability are only matched by the craftsmanship of the dwarves.

Hard leather armor - Standard for all rangers. Provides some protection without cost of mobility.

Blue cloak - While Lanithil preferred the dark green cloak of his people, he finds the blue of the inquisition to work well when hiding under the glow of night.

Magic: N/A

Extra:
Deep in the great forest of Ilanas lies the tree city of Ilandell, home of the wood elves. Centuries ago, for one of non-elven decent to even enter the sacred woods bore the penalty of death. While their woodland brothers were only permitted to come and go under cover of night as to avoid detection. Such strict ruling kept their people and secrets safe from the greed and blood lust of the other races for a time, but the same reclusive nature nearly lead their demise.

Trusting themselves alone and holding little care for anything outside their borders, the wood elves refused to join the inquisition when it formed as they had not yet been hit by the blight. They had repelled countless attacks from other nations before, why would this foe be any different? If only they had listened.

There are many accounts of how the blight made their attack on Ilanas. Some say they crept unnoticed in the night and struck in surprise, while others claim it was a large force that mercilessly assaulted the forest. Either way, the outcome was the same; for the first time in history, the city of Ilandell had been taken.

Those that remained quickly saw the error in their ways and pledged allegiance to the inquisition. With the full support of the other races, the wood elves led a three day campaign to reclaim their homeland. Once they had succeeded, the wood elves continued aiding the inquisition until the land was finally cleansed of the blight. To show their gratitude towards the other races, the wood elves opened the forest and city to all and have since remained loyal to both the inquisition and the council.

[User]
Act: I

Giants of the north

All around the battlefield numerous spears were pulled from their hosts. One by one the roots swelled up against the shafts of the spears and removed them from the corpses; though unlike before the strange red glow did not dissipate off the spear, instead it seemed to glow a slight bit brighter than before. The giant noticed this, with a quick tilt of his head from side to side as it observed the shamans work. It seemed to be indifferent about the spears this time, however, and his attention quickly returned to the small man with the big spear in front of him, at least until River's magic hit him. The torrent of water crashed hard against the breastplate of the monster causing the all-too-familiar red-lightning like lines to arch out and destroy the oncoming water magic; except for the red-hot area that was hit with the caustic acid already. There the armor groaned and buckled until numerous small cracks formed causing small sections of the armor to break apart and fall away. The creature roared in defiance as it watched as its once perfect armor now cratered inward as steam continued to pour upwards from the spot. "You," the creature pointed at River, "I kill you-" the creature paused as a blast of lightning crashed into its ankle, though it was absorbed by the magical property that the armor seemed to possess.

"Stupid magic beings I stronger than that," the creature groaned as he pointed towards Lilianna, "you die ne-" the creature started before being interrupted by the illusion magic of Aredeyr. It eyed the phantom creatures before it before it returned its gaze towards the shimmering outline that was Gilead.

"Stupid magic, silly creatures, I see you still! I champion, I strong, I-" the creature started once again but was, this time, interrupted by a monstrous Inquisitor.

"Let's see just how strong you are," Kharne shouted as he grabbed hold of the creatures back as he pushed the monster forward.

"I stronger than-" the creature was rocked off balance by a spear of fire magic conjured by Ardur that dug deep into the exposed section of armor. A cloud of smoke and broken metal surged forth into the air as the monster roared once again with the sad moan of a creature in pain. The armor cratered inward even further at the spot now, pushing nearly several inches deep at the deepest spot, The creature fell backwards and flayed his arms enough after the strike to throw Kharne off his back, before he caught his balance moments before a second fire spear struck the beast; though this time the aim was off and it instead crashed into the right breastplate, being negated by the magical armor.

"Inquisitors," Ardur groaned as he gripped his side with his hand, "that beast is resistant to our magic attacks," he paused as he pointed towards the cratered remains of what was the left side of the breastplate, "except for that area. Focus your magic there," he paused as he turned towards the soldiers, "keep your distance still," he paused as he turned his attention to Kharne, "Kharne, do that again and Gilead get ready for your window," he finished shouting as he turned his attention back towards Lilianna, "all hands on deck for this mission, the Inquisition needed all her members," he paused as he turned his attention back towards the beast. "espically with an enemy as unknown as this, your skills will prove most useful," he finished with a smirk.

His Inquisitors had fumbled in their initial exchange with the beast but they had created a very real weak spot for them to exploit. It seemed the caustic acid from Kharne had neutralized whatever magical barrier the beast employed. While some Inquisitors had fumbled with their own discovery of this, Ardur knew that it was just a matter of time before they felled the monstrous beast and claimed victory this day.

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Irritated at the beasts reluctance to move, he had to give him some credit for he was smarter than he appeared. River grit his teeth, eyes dancing about the battle field looking for some edge in the fight or a way to use less energy. Finally his eyes settled on the slate of ice he had created moments before deciding this was the best way about it for now. His hand waved over his grimoire as his fingers danced to his incantation commanding the ice to melt and move. River piloted the water down into the earth and moved it about until it was underneath the beast. He carefully, yet quickly, shot half of the water up to surround each leg while the other half remained underground. Once affixed each leg he froze it over once again in order to anchor the giant in place,having the ice not only around the monsters legs but also beneath the ground rooting him like a tree.

[User]
Cyterius watched the giant warily as their fellow Inquisitors hit it with a relentless barrage of attacks. Ardur had gotten back on his feet and barked commands to coordinate their battle. Without being given direct orders by Ardur, Cyterius decided the best course of action is to continue their diversionary maneuvers to give the others the opening they needed.

As Kharne wrestled with the best, Cyterius signaled orders to the Falcons. "Equip wrist-bows and tighten the noose! Aim for the eye slits and launch volleys on my mark!" He ordered, advancing carefully closer to the giant as he reloaded the bolt magazine on his Salvo-Arm. His team did the same, advancing and equipping the ranged weapon while keeping enough distance from the giant that they wouldn't be in immediate danger should the creature lunge at them suddenly with its uncanny speed. They would have at least a few seconds to dodge if they see it coming.

As their crossbows were locked and loaded on their arms, Kharne was shaken off the giant and the Falcons braced themselves for evasion if needed. However, water suddenly erupted from the ground and entangled the giant with large root-like appendages. The water froze almost instantly after enveloping the foe, keeping it in place. Cyterius didn't bother checking who cast the spell, he read the situation and capitalized on it quickly.

"Now! Unload, reload, and repeat into its eyes! Every bolt you've got! Give this beast no chance to rally!" Cyterius commanded his team as he fired a flurry of bolts into the trapped giant's eye slits, before detaching the emptied magazine and slamming a new one into place with the practiced precision of one who has used the Salvo-Arm extensively. He hoped that at least a few among his team's shots makes it through and hurts them. They intended to distract the beast as an insect would, biting and pricking at it to keep it from focusing its attention on freeing itself and counter-attacking. In turn, providing precious seconds for their allies to renew their assault and finish off their enemy before they exhausted their ammo supply.

[Assistant]
There were few things in this world worse than feeling helpless in a dire situation. Yet that was exactly how Lanithil felt as he watched his and every other arrow bounce off the monster. No matter where he fired the results were the same. The only real upside to this was that it was not hard for Lanithil to call a ceasefire when a few of the men boldly charged the beast. Holding up his right hand in a fist he yelled out "Hold your fire! Hold your fire!"

Immediately the archers restrained themselves and the volleys stopped. Lanithil watched closely as his allies engaged the armored mass desperately looking for an opening. His eyes followed every hit of magic and attack hoping they would reveal some sort of weak spot they could use. The tension among the archers grew as they waited. Each one praying they could come up with a way to assist their fellow inquisitors.

Their moment came soon after Gil pulled the spear and the beast was peppered with magic attacks from every direction. While most seemed to have little effect, a fire spear from Ardur drew the wood elf's attention to the spot where Kharne had hit it with acid. As the steam settled, he began to see the large cracks and missing chunks that part of it's armor had. It was impressive damage, but they could do more if that spot was completely exposed.

Hearing Ardur's command to focus on that spot, Lanithil and the archers raised their bows. "Archers ready!" He called out. All of them took aim and waited until their allies were clear and the beast was trapped in ice by River. "Fire!" A volley of arrows flew straight at the breaking chest piece. Hopefully the plate would be weakened enough to shatter at the force of a dozen or more arrows; just like it's weapon had.


[System]
Human Form

Beast Form
Physical Description:
Human:
A tall, athletic man who spends most of his time under robes, making it hard to get a good look at him. Those who do manage more than a peak would note he's strangely handsome and chiseled in appearance, but that his smile feels 'off' and disturbing somehow, particularly as it never seems to reach his eyes. He is estimated to be 6'1" and roughly 170 lbs. Under his hood, he has rust brown hair and brown eyes with a hint of either orange or red around the rim of the irises.
Monster:
In beast form, Jabberwocky is a monstrous draconic being with long, sharp claws, cruel fangs, and a burning wrath in his fire-orange eyes.
His face is almost piscine, like some primordial beast from the depths, but the rest of him is evocative of the tales of dragons. He is 65' from tip of the tail to his muzzle, is about 9' at the shoulder, and has a wingspan of 63'. His weight is unknown, but estimated to be 10 tonnes.

Class: Lieutenant (Lt.) of Draygon

Abilities:
Human Form:
While being in human form limits the range of his abilities, he nonetheless possesses a considerable array of skills and abilities that make him a formidable opponent:
* Hand to Hand Combat: Even in human form, he is a dangerous and accomplished adversary, not needing to switch to his more powerful form to dispatch most of his foolish opponents. He is equally skilled in barehanded combat and swordsmanship, and is incredibly strong and tough for a human. Approach with caution at all times.
* Assassin's skills: Sometimes you need to kill a foe before he even realizes you're there. Jabberwocky is surprisingly light on his feet, and can use his dagger to silence foes in the shadows.
* Healing: While the art of healing is not as gratifying as the ability to crush your foes and drink in their laments, Jabberwocky nonetheless has learned some respect for it. After all, one might need to patch oneself up after a nasty fight with a surprisingly tenacious enemy.
* Fire breathing: Jabberwocky can shoot forth gouts of white hot flames from his mighty jaws, capable of liqufying steel in seconds.
* Phasing: Jabberwocky can use his magic to phase through walls, allowing him to infiltrate fortresses and sanctums with impunity, and making him even more dangerous as an assassin. However, there are limits to this ability, as he cannot simply phase through a mountain or go deep underground lest he get trapped and suffocate.
* Transformation: As with all of Draygon's Lieutenants, he can transform into his Beast Form, becoming an even more formidable foe.

Beast Form:
* Flight: Those wings of his aren't for show. They allow him to fly great distances and with considerable speed.
* Immense Strength: While he is very strong in human form, he is nothing short of monstrously strong in dragon form, capable of grabbing and tossing humans and animals with minimal effort, as though they were toys.
* Razor-sharp claws and teeth: With razor-sharp teeth and claws, Jabberwocky can rend and tear humans to shreds, and can even create great gashes in stone and rock.

Equipment:
* Assassin dagger, poisoned blade.
* Alchemist's kit for poisons and chemical study
* A tome of notes and secrets.

RP Notes: (To be filled in.)

Jabberwocky
BY LEWIS CARROLL

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
 Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
 And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
 The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
 The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
 Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
 And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
 The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
 And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
 The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
 He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
 Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
 He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
 Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
 And the mome raths outgrabe.

Source: The Random House Book of Poetry for Children (1983)

[User]
He spreads his wings, taking off, and flying out of the castle. He soars through the air, heading for Tinkertown. I wonder what he would do if he found out I was raising a Podling to overthrow him? He flies over the town, and roars out a challenge, the air vibrating from the force.

He circles above the town, his massive shadow sweeping over everything, sending the villagers into a panic.

[Assistant]
Urgrapth's Home

 The layout of Urgrapth's Home was as follows: There is a single cave entrance that leads onto a flat, circular platform. Beyond that platform is a valley of broken stone and metal, difficult to cross except by the thin wires of Urgrapth's web. A few of the villagers were webbed up close to the platform for easy access, but the majority of them were stuck higher up, closer to the ceiling and high walls. Towards the back of the domed cavern, away from the opening of the cave, is a nestled corner of metal, protected by a thickly layered steel door, where Urgrapth has her special place. This is the room with the door that Kensu opened that awoke the Spider creature, and this is where Urgrapth now hid, scrunched into a corner away from the stranger who had invaded her home and killed her babies.

 From the vantage point of her room she could see her spiderlings cascade down the wall nearest the intruder like a wave of clicking teeth. She had never stepped back and watched her brood like this, separate and removed from being their mom. A small, quiet part of her mind thought they looked horrific, monstrous, evil. They had too many eyes and sharp appendages and even sharper fangs, and their hunger could never be satisfied. For a moment, Urgrapth didn't feel like Urgrapth, she felt conflicted in seeing both monsters and babies in the same form.

 From the safety of her vantage place, she sank further and further into her consciousness. She carefully watched the young girl with the pink hair, She's about my age, she thought in a voice that didn't seem like her own. I wonder if she wants to be friends? Mama says I need more friends. Gerty took a step forward, but there was something wrong with her legs. She looked down, her legs were like hairy spikes! What happened!? What was going on!? She backed up into the corner and looked at her hands, they were wrong too, everything was wrong! She panicked, her eight legs stomping anxiously as her head swiveled in every direction, trying to understand what was going on. Her mind wasn't working, she couldn't remember! She felt her soul being twisted and torn, where was her she? Where was her mom? Something terrible had happened, and there was nothing left! There was no hope!

 Lightning crackled and the cave was light up for an instant, the smell of charred insect filtered through the cavern.

 The noise pulled the Spider Queen form her blood-shot mania and she hyper-focused on the pink hair of the intruder. Something snapped in her spider brain and the last of the rational mind of Gerty gave way and died, leaving only instinct. Urgrapth saw the intruder, and her panic became fury; she rushed out of her hole to attack! Speeding along her webs, she attacked on the side opposite of the wall where her babies were descending. Pink Hair cleaved one of the little ones in half and cut off another's arm in the back swing. The dog was unguarded. Urgrapth leaped and stabbed her spike down upon the small animal...

Gerty is dead, long live Urgrapth: Queen of the Spiders!! She's about to kill Pip! You better do something quick!

[User]
Jabberwocky's Hideout

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|  Annabelle had been watching Jabberwocky's house for days. When Draygon's raven showed she felt like she was finally about to get her chance to find whatever secret the bastard was keeping. She had been Draygon's top lieutenant before Jabber came along, and she'd been furious ever since he took her position. She hated it that he somehow sniffed out the Crystallis sword and brought it to their master, and now they were being sent to harass those old wizards which was both annoying and dangerous, well, dangerous for some. Jabber didn't seem too hasty about finding the so called "Pod-creatures" either, and that made Annabelle suspicious.

 She crouched in the brush where she had been hiding and watched Jabberwocky form into the black dragon of his monstrous state and fly to the south. Annabelle smiled, he would not be coming back soon. She casually sauntered up to the house and knocked on the front door. "Housekeeping!" she called. When no one answered she pushed the door with her incredible strength and as its supports gave way the door fell flat with a dusty thud.

 She was humming to her self and smiling as she skipped into the old house and looked around. "Jabber Jabber," she ruminated, "ya sure don't have any taste for decoratin' do ya'? You need is a woman!" She ran a finger along a dusty shelf and made Yuck! face as she wiped it on her pants, "...or a butler."

 She pranced around the rooms, looking at papers and through drawers, trying to find anything incriminating or even interesting; she found nuthin! Jabber was a stubby old boring nobody who didn't even have dirty pictures lying around, some kind of villain, huh?

 She got to the library on the base floor. On one side it had a fire place with a rug and two chairs, across the room on the other side was a wall of books behind a large, oaken table with candelabras on either side. Annabelle slowly traipsed around the table and looked at the books, her nimble fingers gliding over the dusty bindings. She walked over to the fireplace and inspected the chairs, the embers, the floe to see if there was something hidden there, there was nothing. She walked back to the table and scrunched her face in frustration. "God, you're such an Asshole!!" She said and she stomped her boot on the wooden plank floor. The sound echoed.

 Her eyes went wide and the corners of her mouth turned up in a smile, "OoooOOOohhh! What have we here?" she said. She bent down and proceeded to punch her way through the floor boards, wood chips flew from her fists and got stuck in her hair; her face had taken a maniacal twist. "Well well Jabber, maybe you're more interesting than I thought." Under the floor between the oak table and the wall of books was a ladder going down into a tunnel that Annabelle was sure would lead somewhere interesting.

 She jumped down the shaft and let herself drop all the way to the very bottom, maybe 50 meters (150 feet) from the surface, give or take. She looked around and saw that the tunnel pointed east, towards the water. She figured she might be deep enough to be underneath the water, but there was only one way to find out; she began jogging down the tunnel.

 She came upon the end of the tunnel as it opened into a large cavern. At the far side of the cavern there was some sort of antique mecha panel that had blinking lights and whirling colors, and above all that was a large map on some sort of display that looked like it might've been the entire world. This was good, but not enough to get Jabber in trouble. Annabelle dropped from the edge of the tunnel and moved quietly to the shadows. Then she saw the girl.

 The young girl was about 20 meters (60 feet) ahead of her. She was walking around the corner near the blinking machine carrying something that might have been food. She sat down at the blinky mecha thing and began to eat, it was food. Annabelle smiled and watched for a moment, surveying the situation. The young girl's face was wrapped in some sort of bandage, Annabelle suspected that she was blind. And to top that all off, she was pretty sure that this girl, was a Podling.  |

Annabelle is one of Draygon's lieutenants who is jealous of Jabber's rise. She stalked Jab's place and found Ruby. Shadow Dragon- as you prepare a post keep in mind the distances between our players and the power level of Annabelle. Ruby is a badass, but don't play her like she's the baddest mother-effer in the galaxy, if she wins this confrontation, let's make it a solid win.

[Assistant] Ruby wanders around her room, and sits down with her food to eat on her bed. She happily tucks in, until she hears someone. Her head raises, and she turns her head to the noise. She swallows. "Hello? Who's there?"  That's not Daddy......who is that? Did Daddy get me a Mommy?


[System]
Username: Sleater
Race/Species: Human, tilean from the Serenissima Republic of Verezzo

Gender: Male, seriously

Age: roughly 23

Career (if any) and Skills: Accomplished mercenary. He is competent with most ordinary hand weapons and with pikes. He excels at crossbows and, at least, knows how to ride a horse (although he has no horse of his own) BTW, he has, at least twice, convincingly disguised himself as a woman, and does probably know how to properly strangle an enemy.

Weapons: Short sword, shield, steel helmet, crossbow & 10 bolts. Knife in boot.

Attire: Old white tunic under black battered leather jacket. Blue cotton trousers.

Equipment/Other Mail armor, shield, steel helmet, Minor healing potion, iron rations for a week, backpack, travel boots, sandals, water canister. Leather gloves, light coat and two pairs of socks. Blanket and Amulet of Myrmidia.

Physical Description (as detailed as possible please, pictures not accepted.): Androginous, short young man with shoulder-long black hair and brown eyes. Thin and usually un-bearded. With the correct attire he may pass as a woman. He is somehow stronger than he looks.

Mental Description/Personality: He speaks little, but tries not to appear arrogant because of it. Gahetano thinks about himself as a hired assasin (not the glamorous kind of assasin, more the mobster kind) and about his proffesion as "Killing people out for money". So he can be, also, quite grim. Not so much a serious or professional guy, but a sad one, who has accepted his destiny. Enemies are just corpses that still defend themshelves. For what he is concerned, if the money equals the risk, then it's ok. He's not sure what will he do if he achieves richness or power. The idea of power is, perhaps, more into his mind, than the ideo of money.

Background/History: Gahetano's family fell in disgrace after an electoral change in the Republic of Verezzo. The sudden loss of power by the Reds ruined his father, and the Green medic in the village didn't treat his consequent illness due to the lack of payment. Gahetano, then, used his relationship with the doctor's daughter to gain access to the medic's house, disguise himself as her, and... the next morning the doctor was tied to his bed, strangled with a cotton stocking. There were a broken window, vomit nearby said window and the doctor's daughter was drunk in her room.
After that, Gahetano sold everything he had and joined several groups of mercenaries and adventurers. In the border princes he was involved in the prosecution an assasination of two emmisaries from Drakenhoff castle. Particularly messy assasinations that included one horse and one misterious undead warrior. Now, howewer, Barbaggi re-appears with no apparent links to that past, taking his chances once more, in the mercenary market.

[User]
For a flimsy lass on stick legs, Sketti was taking a liking to the way Biancca was thinkin'. And here he thought he'd be the only one who had a good head on his shoulders. He gave a wicked grin when she mentioned the Goblin, showing his golden teeth. Oh, he'd make sure that greenskin got in no one's way. That got him wondering at his luck though. Two greenskins were going to be bad, but Valya seemed to bless him with a joke that made his day and brought their numbers down. He still had one to contend with however. He supposed if the Greenskin got too...Grobi like, that would be enough of an excuse to gut him like the filth he was. The Dwarf grumbled and looked inwardly as Baecion strode by him imperiously. It took him all of 5 seconds to go from how he could get rid of the Goblin to his next query. Beard bristling, he looked at the slim newcomer in horror. "What the fuck is an Elf doing here!?"

@BCTheEntity@Austronaut@Jbcool

[Assistant]
Never mind which unsavoury faces are to turn up in the near future, Baecion sighed to himself internally. Worry about the unsavoury faces staring at you right now.

"I'm glad to see I'm being given such a warm reception from the get-go," the wizard proclaimed in a deadpan fashion, without turning to look at the recipient of his statement. "I'm sure the rivalry our races have decided is appropriate to uphold in the face of far greater potential catastrophes will bloom, perhaps even suddenly blossom with a dramatic flourish of colour and activity, quite healthily between our two selves, so as to allow for a great many moments of tension and eventful argumentation both brief and protracted, eventually transforming into a glorious if untraditional friendship derived from a certain minor degree of vitriol tempered into great interpersonal strength and loyalty by the bonds that only multiple heated battles in short order can forge, Dawi."

Yes, that looks like a reasonable fill of food. Having taken his share of the feast on to his plate, Baecion finally turned to stare at the dwarf who'd asked about his presence in as uncouth a fashion as one can imagine. "And to actually answer your question," he began in a more normal tone, "you'd do well to understand that I have no intentions of actively assaulting you or any other person in this room, save in self-defense should I be attacked by one of you first. Funnily enough, I too have a need to acquire funds for my future expeditions, despite- or, some might claim, as a result of- being an elf. But where are my manners?" he asked, spreading his hands in supplication and looking round the room at his future... companions. "I haven't even introduced myself yet. I am Baecion, an elf, as has been quite bluntly described already. And yourselves, fellow mercenaries?"

@POOHEAD189@Eisenhorn@Austronaut@Culluket

[User]
It started to rain as night fell in the border princes.

He recognized the place: that was the narrow wooden bridge in which the Baron's "Piatellos" - soldiers- had asked them for a tax to cross the river. Now, their guardhouse was void and abandoned: poor old Baron, in his own way. He couldn't even spare three more men to collect his sole source of income. Perhaps because of the 50 hard cash he was going to pay them each for the ork Boss' head. Hopefully.

The Sylvanian "petit mâetre" and the dwarf were outside the house in guard duty. Barbaggi felt again the pain in his torso, were the goblin minions of the greenskin had introduced their rusty lances. Damn vermin!. The Mirmydia priestess had just closed her eyes in the chair at the other side of the room. But Gahetano couldn't find yet the energies to supress his adrenalyn and sleep. Counting the fleas in the room. Maybe that would help him sleep...

There was a shout by the door, in the bridge. The priestess awoke and handed his lance. Gahetano found himself under a window, prepairing the crossbow. Rest... nuts!. He was still so nervous he had practically awakened later than he had acted. Outside, the dwarf was discussing something with some stranger. The sylvanian was desperately trying to get on charge of the conversation. Gahetano armed the crossbow, but he made an effort to relax: it was probably nothing after all. With naturality, he made a signal to the priestess to be calmed, and walked through the door, trying not to look dangerous or nervous. An easy task, since most people kept thinking he was some little girl playing soldiers.

Outside, two horsemen in seemengly expensive robes were arguing with Snorri and Manfred. Dark cloaks, black steeds... people who didnt seemed to belong in the poor Republic administrated by Baron Andrea Vitello.

And then he realized the girl.

Poor little Child Elzbeth. Sleeping and tied up just in front of one of the horsemen, who kept her with one hand and the beast's reins with the other. The priestess and Gahetano had paid three days worth of Inn room for the girl to be safe back in the village were the Baron was waiting for them. What was she doing here? Why had these men taken her?. Had it anything to do with his father's misterious suicide?

The priestess appeared behind him, but Gahetano decided and insisted in not intevening. Yet. The first horseman answered to Snorri's demands by showing them a ring. Manfred became white just by looking at it, but the Dwarf demanded the inmediate liberation of the girl anyhow. The imperial made a visible facepalm, but then he seemed to made up his own mind, and drawing his rapier, joined the dwarf's demands.

Next, it was all too fast.

The horseman who was holding Elzbeth raised a handgun and fired a shot at Manfred's head, making him fall behind the bridge. Snorri then jumped against the kidnapper and, in short time, horse and horseman had been cut in half by an axe designed to kill trolls.
The other man, exploiting his mount's fear for blood and noise, fled. Manfred, somehow yet alive but with one less ear, shouted: "Dont let'm scape! Dont let'm scape or we are all doomed!" The priestess threw his lance, and gahetano shot his weapon. Both missing. There were a brief moment that looked as an eternity meanwhile the tilean was prepairing another bolt. He pointed again...

He was very far away. It was a difficult shot. And the man could not scape, or they were all doomed, it seemed.

Gahetano downed his crossbow, hurried for Manfred's horse and jumping on it, forced the animal to start galloping inmediately. The man could not scape. That was not a possiblility. Dot.
The mercenary hadn't made lots of mounting in his life, while the horseman was, obviously, an expert. The night and the rain made it even more difficult to see anything. But it also made it difficult for the kidnapper to hear how he was being pursued.
Gahetano was able to close in to just a dozen metres from his prey. Driving the horse just with his legs -somehow- he made a much easier shot... at the steed.

The bolt penetrated deep into the animal's left rear leg, driving it crazy with pain. But the horseman was good at his trade, and didn't fell, resuming the run afterwards. Gahetano drew his short sword next, and concentrated into reaching the man and just cutting off his throat. Howewer, both animal and man were clearly apt for the sole purpose of going fast and reliably through great distances, and when Gahetano eventually catch them, it was only because the bloodloss had proven too much for the poor beast.

Both of them fell into the muddy ground, the rain now turned into a full monsoon that made it impossible to see a handful metres from one's nose. The mercenary descended from his own mount, shield and sword in hand, to properly end the work. The elegantly clothed individual was now scared himself. And tried to threaten Gahetano with the dire consequences of his actions. "No consequences once I've buried you in a grave with no markings" Gahetano thought under his water-soaked hair, over his mud-covered boots, before the man raised a charged pistol.

The shot went through his shield, his armor and his torso. A wave of pain invaded the tilean, but also a wave of adrenalyn. After receiving the shot without falling into the ground, he stared at the man: "I'm going straight to hell... but you're coming before me to announce my entrance!" And shouting like a maniac, he charged the terrorized kidnapper who had been as corageous as to drug a little girl. "Just die already!" the soon-to-be-corpse replied drawing another gun from his belt. Gahetano tried to stab him in the loins, but the man dodged it while trying to point the weapon correctly. The tilean, then, out of mere desperation, striked him with the big, round bronze shield. The weapon was just too big for dodging, and the man's nose broke with the first impact. Then Gahetano hit him again.

And again, and again, and again.

Finally, the kidnapper fell into the mud, were a crazied tilean mercenary stabbed him several times, kneeled over his body and crazed by pain, fear and emotion. It all ended when a thunder brought light to the darkness, and Gahetano was able to see his own face, mirrowed for an instant into a bloody puddle. Covered in human fluids, sweat, water and dirt. The face of an assasin he already knew. The eyes of someone who he never expected to become.

Now, there was just one scared man under that rain. Crying.

THREE YEARS LATER

The bridge was vacant, but he had had the good idea of asking in the village about Il Signore Di Trantio's lodging. Taking advantage of the stop in the bridge, Gahetano took a little time to polish his boots and replace his sandals with them. Then he made a handful of aesthetic adjustments, including a little bit of hygiene. In his experience, the only stains an employer may like to see in a mercenary were those of blood. Meanwhile, he kept repeating his presentation: "Buona Sera, my good sir: My name is Gahetano M. Bargbaggi. I've worked for two years in the border princes and for one year under noneless than captain Pirazzo. I can fulfill almost any...."

There was a huge noise. Like a tree made up of tinker falling apart. And Gahetano stopped in his trails to listen. A moment. Another moment. And then a gunshot. From the general direction in which the castle was. Crap.

He quickly gathered his things and rushed to that direction. He found the door open, so he interned himself into the building, where the echo of someone who was talking to a public was audible "Her name is Josephine Arnaud, a Damsel of Bretonnia but a minor one..." Gahetano followed the trail of the voice. In a matter of half a minute he had found the origin. And the scent of well-made pasta helped a lot. In the room there were a colorful gang re-united, and Gahetano had worked with adventurers before saying so. An elf seemed to be the newest newcomer till his own entrance. Some of the heads turned over the noise he was making, obviously worried, because the man seemed to be proposing a task so illegal it could mean a casus belli with nothing less than the kingdom of Bretonnia. Feeling himself target of such attention -and probably looking rushed, red and not employable at all- he coughed and raised a hand. He realized he had the sword in that hand: "Gahetano Barbaggi. I've returned from the border princes just to attend the call of Signore di Trantio. I'm just late because I waited too long for someone to appear at the bridge." he lied. Then he realized another thing: the elf was a rare sight, the goblin was... well, that was just weird. And Myrmidia may know how had the Norse arrived so far south and with what intentions. But there was a lady in the room. Elegant, well armed, and beautiful. So he decided to be marginally polite: "Signora..." he said removing his helmet and making a brief vow. "I'll go and close the door, so the conversation may take place in more conpfortable circumstances. Then I'll join you again"


[System]
Age: 32
Race: Human

Plane of Origin: Krasnolar - A central hub of interplanar research, this is the world to visit when there is something you want to know. The people here maintain their own corners of knowledge, though all information is collected and can be found in the Omniscient Corridor. Though keepers here and there accept different payments for their specialties, the Omniscient Corridor only accepts unique knowledge as a toll. They are lenient on what that entails, however - written word, techniques, practical applications, new non-sentient lifeforms or inventions...the Corridor welcomes all. A disease as of late has ravaged the people, however, and entry has become increasingly restrictive as a precaution. The ill are quarantined in barren cities, hovels and shantytowns, and the Omniscient Corridor bars all ill from entry.

Backstory: The ship passed through Krasnolar for a stop once, seeking medical knowledge. Sensing an opportunity to traverse the stars for the cure for his people, Lanestol offered to not only give them what they sought, but also to go with them and be the crew's doctor. He could work for them to keep them in top shape and protect them in more hazardous legs of their expedition, and in return, he gets facilities and time to research a cure for Krasnolar's blight.

Notable equipment: Channeling staff, used for healing and combat; a belt with an assortment of potions; an enchanted ruby necklace

Notes: The necklace is, unknown to him, an inhibitor. For what, I haven't decided yet.

[User]
Vincent Ventri

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 Vincent stood facing the very odd quartermaster, the first interactions the two had had were, less than pleasant, however the two had reconciled the differences once the idea of interplanar travel sunk in, the idea of so many other kinds of people in the multiverse was confounding but the promise of flying under the light of new stars was too enticing. Vincent stepped forward and gave a small salute, two fingers cross body pressed to the shoulder and a slight bow.

"Would be a pleasure."

 Vincent had not spent a lot of time around the others as of yet, most of his time was spent undergoing the needed training that was required to pilot the stone-turner and its shuttles, the controls were entirely new and not very intuitive compared to the Blackwing fighters, he had contemplated talking with the captain about trying to accuire one the next time they flew through Razka, though it would behoove him to just learn to fly the ships they have, likely they were made that way for a reason.

[Assistant]
Orky was gathered up with everybody when he saw Vincent come down and make his flashy appearance. He couldn't help but let a little giggle out. Other than that he didnt know much about him other than him being a dark elf. Orky remembered raiding a dark elf tribe once, he doesn't like the memory so he decides to block it out.

Gorchek began to speak about the specifics of Trozzk. Most of it went in the ear and out the other, especially the science stuff. While Gorcheck was talking Orky remembered how he was very thankful to Gorcheck. He was thankful for how he let him on to the ship and taught him some civility in order to live with people other than orcs.

After Gorcheck finished speaking he made his way to Artemis and Meili to ask them a question he has been dying to know ever since he met them.

Orky makes his way over to them and blurts out, "So how come you guys are like 5 foot when all the Pixies I ever heard of they were like this small." He gives an example of it by making a gap between his index finger and thumb about six inches apart.

[User]
Lanestol followed the shuttle group he was named to, containing Sir Gorcheck along with others he had seen either during his recent boarding or as they boarded the Stone-Turner. He took some comfort in Vincent taking on pilot duties as he had learned the drow elf was a pilot in his own right prior to joining. He took a seat in the shuttle headed for the planet's surface.

"Please do heed the atmosphere zone warning," he spoke up once they had boarded the vessel. "I haven't ever had to test my abilities on saving someone who was suffocating, freezing, depressurizing and irradiating at the same time. That's something I don't think anyone wants to know. That comes with the standard 'ounce of prevention' deal as well."

He took a seat amid the other passengers and pulled out the necklace he planned to leave on the planet's surface. He checked it out again, trying to deduce what was compelling him to keep it instead of leaving it as traditional tribute. He recalled being told it was an heirloom, though he could still justify leaving it. It would be something to identify him and mark proof of his pursuit of knowledge, especially pertaining to his home's epidemic. Everything else was consumable and necessary to help prolong their adventure, and for him, his time to search for a cure. He seemed entranced as he continued to stare into it.

Maybe it has some of the blight on it or in it and putting it down would leave it in open space to spread...or it's a ward to keep me from getting blight...except I've cleaned it and what else I have and I'm off that world, so that can't be it...

[Assistant]
Marcus stood by the group, barely listening to what the captain had to say as he was looking him up and down. The centipede-like body may have repulsed others, but for Marcus he couldn't help but be fascinated. So he shamelessly gawked half the time, though it was not out of disgust.

Pulling loose strands of dark hair out of his eyes, Marcus scanned the group of shuttle one. None of them he had much interaction, and barely remembered anybody's name. Marcus had been quite the extrovert with many of the crew members, joking and sharing drinks. Yet there was still a distance between Marcus and the rest.

He pulled himself into the vessel, right behind the medic. He was grinning from ear to ear, as he took his seat. Though he did notice the medic staring creepily intensely at a trinket in his hand. "Hey fella," Marcus greeted, a slight drawl to his voice. "You leaving that here?"

[User]
Virum listens to Gorchek intently, picking apart every word mentally to ensure he followed directions to a T, no need to make a fool of himself on one his first landings. He followed Gorchek and the rest to the shuttle as the remainder of the crew splintered off into their units. As he passes Vincent he nudges his shoulder.

"Hey just remember to slow down before we hit the ground, eh?" He chuckles and keeps moving, obviously quite proud of his morbid quip. As he reaches the shuttle he gets inside and takes a seat, letting the other passengers go about their business in private. As he buckles in he reaches to his belt and slides out an ornamented dagger forged from a see-through material. He looks it over, turning it in his hand. He had never used it before and didn't even know how, but he thought it would be good to have some kind of protection. That being said he had decided to leave it behind. A representation of his dedication to a life of exploration and learning as opposed to violence.

[Assistant]
Artemis

She looks up as Gorchek gives his speech, suddenly wondering if she wants to down there now with such a limited area to explore, hearing her name she looks up forgetting her worries as they're told to board the first shuttle; turning towards her sister grabbing her arm and squeezing in her excitement "Isn't this awesome? We are finally seeing other worlds." She pauses seeing Orky come towards them giving a small smile, unlike her sister she hasn't actually gotten to talk to him yet "Hey there Orky" upon hearing his question she smiles just holding out her hand. "We get to chose our size, but being small is tiresome and we can only do it for a short amount of time"

Meili

Staring around the room at everyone she wonders what they all could be thinking, turning her attention to Gorchek, her first friend on this ship, smiling as she pulls out a notebook jolting down the key words from his speech knowing how her sister going to get to excited once they touch down that she will have to remind her to be cautious. She sighs having her pen fall to the ground as her sister yanks on her arm, she rolls her eyes awkwardly picking up the pen about to lecture her sister when Orky comes over asking about their sizes. She laughs holding a finger to her lips for him to be quiet as pixie dust shimmers around her body, easily shifting her size to 5 inches and lands on her sister's hand.

[User]
The shuttle sticks around for about 5 minutes, giving everyone time to settle in and finish their conversations. After all it isn't a military vessel and there aren't any strict deployment codes. The ships don't all leave at the same time and by the time Vincent gets into the cockpit and Gorchek is ready there are two shuttles on their way down. The windows on the shuttle allow for a view of your descent. On the way down Gorchek is standing up, many hands positioned on the guard rails and other random fixed items in the shuttle to keep himself steady.

"Hope you're all as excited as I am! It's gonna be great, just don't get your head popped by the pressure as the doctor ordered!" He laughs, his pincers flexing in and out. As you near the ground and the shuttle slows Gorchek shakes. "Oooh! I've always hated this feeling, like being in a really fast moving elevator!" He spares a few extra hands to hold on. Before too long you reach the bottom and a whistling can be heard throughout the hold as a noisy exhaust port vents steam through the top of the ship. Eventually the gears stop cranking and the engine dies down, then the back of the shuttle drops open and hits the dirt below with a thud. "Go crazy kids!" Gorchek yells.

[Assistant]
Lanestol snappee back to reality as Marcus took a place next to him and asked about his necklace. He started to realize he might have become too fascinated with it to the point of navel-gazing.

"Oh, yes. I was going to sell it for supplies if we had more time on Vlana. I've only ever been told it's an heirloom. In which case, people may see it and know it. That aside, everything else is necessary for us. Though, I can't help but wonder what's trying to stop me from parting with it...like it feels dangerous to let it go."

His thoughts were cut short by their landing and instructions to disembark.

"Well, if it gets too bad, hopefully, I can trust the rest of you will help me. I will have to, in any case. And I do." He stood up to exit the shuttle and walk to the planet's surface, looking for a good place to leave his trinket.

[User]
Marcus listened with a slight smirk as the doctor carefully explained why he was staring at the necklace. He murmured a response but the conversation was over as the shuttle had finally made it's landing. Marcus was one of the first people as it shuttered to a stop.

The male clamored out at the first opportunity, quite clumsily too. He took a deep breath once he was out of the way of entrance of the shuttle. Looking over the horizon of the planet, it was beautiful to him. Marcus patted his pockets for some kind of keepsake. He had his revolver, but Marcus had already decided he was dying with that gun in hand. He had his device, CR3-DL, though it was not nearly as useful now, Marcus couldn't bear leaving this behind either. It was only after deep digging in his pockets did he find an item that he had most of his time growing up.

Marcus wandered a bit away from the shuttle, examining the empty casing of a bullet in his fingers. It brought up a lot of memories, a lot of which Marcus looked back at fondly despite most of them being crimes. But, still, a part of him thought it would be better leave those behind.

Now resolved on what he was leaving behind, Marcus looked up and continued forward for a suitable resting place for the bullet casing.

[Assistant]
Orky stood in awe while Meili changed sizes. Needless to saw he was dumbfounded by the powers of the pixies.

"Man I wish I could do that, it seems pretty cool. All I can do is clean up barf and hit things," Orky let's out a little chuckle at the end of saying it. The shuttle begins to take off as he started to sit next down to the sisters. Along the ride there a few bumps and shakes with Gorchek giving his distaste on it. It took a minute or too for them to each the ground but when Orky heard the thud and the shuttle open he knew it was time to go.

He started to walk around, taking in the scenery. He went over to Gorcheck to ask him a question.

"So Gorchek where exactly do we go to leave are things for the tradition," Orky asked while holding the talisman in his hand.

[User]
Meili

She unhooks her belt and steps outside after everyone else, still standing by the door she studies the land in front of her curious about it but not as excited as her sister is. She places her hands in her poxkets, as she wanders away from the ship wondering if it's okay not to leave something. When they had joined the ship's crew, she had packed only what she believed she would need not wanting to clutter up their sleeping quarters, shurgging she supposes leaving some pixie dust could work to it could just floating around the star with the gases.

Artemis

She jumps off the ship taking off away from everyone, smiling she glances behind her at everyone doing their own thing and kneels down running her hand over the ground; standing up she claps her hands together to get the dirt off content to just walk around exploring this new place, at least new to her.

[Assistant]
Lanestol took a few moments to look around. At the surface, it only seemed there was dust along the ground - nothing as far as any life. Figured as much; if the captain had to warn about lack of air outside their temporary bubble, there was no oxygen to sustain anything that could grow or live, also lacking water and proportionate solar radiation. Their dome seemed a sufficient bright spot that lit up the ground's gray earth. He wandered around for a few moments before he figured all he would see aside from their destination was endless barren wasteland.

He returned to the captain, who the group was starting to reform around. He fell into the center, following the captain's lead with his staff at the ready if any surprises came up. Surprises usually preceded panic, which begat injury. He was strategically positioned in the group to help out any one person who fell.

"So, what are we looking for when we're seeking out this altar of tribute?" he asked the captain. "Are we looking for a marker of any sort or will there just be a pile of trinkets already placed there?"


[System]
Faceclaim:

Quote: If you have any sense at all, I suggest you get out of our way!
Age: 17

Status: Third Year Student at the Academy

Appearance: Lillian stands at exactly six feet tall. She's used to being the tallest woman in the room at any given time. She has perfect posture, something that has been ingrained into her since young. She moves with elegance and grace. Things a princess should always have. She has a slender build, but still has a feminine figure. She was born with fair skin that does not tan easily. Her hair is long, silky smooth, and perfectly straight. It's naturally blonde, and and her bangs are side swept. She normally wears it down, but does put up for occasions that require it. She has a heart shaped face, with a small upturned nose, and her features are soft and feminine. She has bright blue eyes, a feature that is common in her family.

When it comes to clothing, Lillian wears only the best. Her royal gowns are made from the finest silks and fabrics you can get. She wears elaborate gowns around the palace, usually in various shades of purple, the color of the Royal family. Around the academy, she wears a more practical purple dress and overcoat. It is still made from expensive fabrics most people can't afford. On her feet are purple boots that are more comfortable than the heels she often wears around the palace. She also wears a lot of gold jewelry, as is common for royalty. Her most prominent accessory is her golden tiara that sits on her head. A symbol that she is next in line for the throne. She is never seen without it.

When using unity, she dons special armor. It is white in color, and has red and blue triangles patterns carved into it. Her entire body is covered with matching chestplate, greaves, gauntlets, shoulder pads, and cussies. She also wears tall white boots, as well as a flowing white cape, and her signature gold tiara on top of her head. She also has a hair clip of white feathers with red and blue tips on the side of her head.

Personality: Lilian is a true princess, and carries herself as such. Since birth, she was taught to be elegant and graceful at all times, and still holds herself to those standards. She's a cool, calm, and collected young woman, who can keep a level-head when going into stressful situations. Her calmness also means she doesn't openly show her emotions too often. She is very slow to anger, and if she finds something funny the most you'll get is a smirk. When she talks to someone, she'll be blunt and get straight to the point. Lilian is not shy and submissive in the slightest. She was trained to be the queen one day, which means she can't allow people to walk all over her. She will not hesitate to correct someone she deems is being rude.

Until she started attending the academy, Lilian spent much of her time on her family's estate. She was homeschooled her entire life, and taught all of the rules and expectations that come with being the future queen. She spends a lot of time alone, or with her Togekiss. She doesn't have much experience dealing with people who don't work for her. She expects to be treated like a Princess at all times, and as such often doesn't know how to respond when she isn't. She also can be a spoiled brat at times. She enjoys living the glamorous princess lifestyle, being given lavish gifts, and having wealth to spend on whatever she likes. Her mother was a well respected ruler, and she knows she has a lot to live up to. Lillian is eager to prove herself the best queen this kingdom has ever seen.

Her calm nature sometime makes her come off as cold to others, but that assessment couldn't be further from the truth. She's actually quite friendly around people she actually does know. She does have emotions, it's just that one has to try very hard to get her to show them. In conversation, she is a great listener, who will quietly and politely take in and absorb what others have to say. She pays attention, and offers advice if it's wanted. She's also very good at calming people during bad situations.

She has a fascination with myths and legends, and has read a bunch of books about them. She is particularly fascinated by Zaican, and often prays to the legendary before doing anything important.

Biography: The queen of Rallen and her husband wanted children. It was their duty to produce heirs. They've tried many times to conceive, and would either fail to do so, or miscarry. After praying to Arceus many times, the queen finally got pregnant, and carried the child to term. Queen Sophia gave birth to a baby girl.

Queen Sophia and her husband were thrilled to have a daughter, and loved her dearly. Queen Sophia is well loved within the Rallen Kingdom. This puts a lot of pressure on Lillian to live up to the standards set by her mother.

Lillian was groomed to be the next queen. She was given etiquette lessons, and given a very expansive education to teach her everything she would need to know in order to become a good ruler. Lillian worked very hard to excel. She was determined to be best queen this country had ever seen! Lillian didn't really have much time to spend socializing with others her own age. Her only friend was a Togepi named Apollo her mother had gifted her when she was young, that evolved into a Togekiss over time.

When it was discovered that Lillian and her Togekiss could achieve the unity phenomenon, she was immediately enrolled into the Knights Academy. It was important for a future queen to be able to defend her country herself after all. Despite being surrounded by others her own age, Lillian didn't have much interactions with her fellow students. She was preparing to be the next queen, she didn't have time for friends. The Companionship of her Togekiss was good enough.

Partner Pokémon + Unity Abilities: Lillian's partner is a Togekiss named Apollo she's had ever since she was a child. He is her closest, and honesty only companion. In addition, he serves as a mount for her in battle. Even he is gentle and kind towards his partner, he is not one to be messed with in a battle.

In her unity form, she gets a white lance with red and blue triangles on it, and small wings on the sides. In her Unity form, she gains magic over air. Whether that's summoning blades of air to slash at opponents (Air Slash) Summoning gusts of wind that leave behind a trail of pink dust (Fairy Wind) or summoning a whirlwind that boosts her and her allies speed (Tailwind)

She can also use magic to heal the wounds of herself and her allies (Life Dew)

Likes:
Pretty dresses
Sweets (You wouldn't expect it from her, but she does)
Myths and legends
Cute/Pretty Pokémon

Dislikes:
Having nothing to do
Rude people
Messes
Being underestimated

Quirks: Insists on being called Lillian, Princess, or Princess Lillian. Only close friends/family members are allowed to call her Lilly.

Is a morning person. She feels like the day is wasted if she wakes up too late

Relations
[You can leave this empty for the time being. This section will be used to write down what your character thinks of other character in the rp whether they be PCs, or NPCs in the world of the Rallen Region]

[User]
"...are you kidding me..." Willow thought as she saw Calliope come straight for her.

As she apologized about the whole thing and offered her sparring, William's stare went up and down the girl and, in a funny display, Iris did the almost exact same to Seraphine. Nevertheless, the 1st year was about to answer when Mr. Drachen interrupted them.

"I..." she looked to the old man, making herself scarce when he gestured to them. Willow and Calliope had to - fortunately or unfortunately - split up. Still, the shy girl bid her good day as best she could before walking away with the first years, pushed gently by the Hatterene in the right direction while Iris was giving Titania mean eyes for pushing Willow.

"It's fine, Iris..."
Despite everything, Willow made her way up to the professor and, making sure no one else was near them, gently asked;

"So...w-what exactly will be the 'test' of our skills?" she asked, slightly worried.

[Assistant]
Calliope turned to face Kaizer, who led a group of exhausted-looking students. "They get to use Unity? Aw, lucky first years." She glanced at the green haired girl, who shuffled away with her peers, gently guided by Blackwood's Hatterene. Her own Unity training last year had been exhilarating - why couldn't the second years begin with that? Surely that was the most important skill to hone? "Still, I'm gonna give it my all!" She hurried to where the other second years trained and joined them, sweeping and parrying with her wooden swords as Seraphine watched.

She was only a few seconds into the drills when Kaizer's voice boomed through the courtyard once more. Her head perked up, a thrill coursing through her. Field training, at the side of an accomplished knight. Instead of merely singing about adventures, she was finally going to experience one. "Ooooh, a mission?" She dashed to Kaizer's side, bouncing on her heels. "What's the task? Whatever it is, we've got this!" Grinning over her shoulder at her fellow second years as they gathered, she raised her fist, attempting to bolster morale.

Exciting as this was, a hint of trepidation nagged at her - the deeds of Rallen's heroes were a lot to live up to. Would this go like it did in the songs?

[User]
As the students broke into their respective groups, Kaizer addressed the second years, "You will all be assisting in a Pokémon hunt today. It seems a wild Metagross has taken up residence in the nearby mountains and some noble brat wishes to have it brought in as his personal pet. Metagross are notoriously tough opponents so this will be a good opportunity to test your battle skills as well as your Unity abilities. Orders are to subdue and bring the hunk of metal in, but you can faint it if you must. If there are no objections or questions, you have ten minutes to gather your equipment and meet me at the academy gates! Move out!" The second years immediately broke off running for their dorms in order to prepare for the incoming ordeal. Turning his attention to Okido, Kaizer saw the samurai moving the third years down to the lakeside. The headmaster had long since planned for them to begin with full contact sparring before moving into the command-oriented aspects that were commonly associated with third year studies.

Morganna meanwhile, had brought her pack of first years into the castle and up a flight of stairs to her classroom, "Now students, I trust many of you are aware of what Unity is, but I have doubts that you have seen it performed properly. Titania, if you please..." The Hatterene gleefully bounded over to her mistress as Morganna reached out a hand, placing the other over her chest. A bright pink light emanated from the duo and covered the room; nearly blinding the new students. When it cleared, Morganna stood before them, now clad in a flowing pink dress, witch's hat, and carrying a long bejeweled staff. Her once-black hair was now pale blue in color and tied back into a long ponytail to match her partner.

"Hehe... Do you see?" Morganna twirled for the students as she fought to keep the encroaching grin off her face. Even when it was for the purposes of demonstration, she couldn't stop Titania's influence from forcing her to smile while in Unity form. It just felt so... wonderful. "With the power of Unity, you and your partner will truly become one and the same. You share the same sensations, feel the same stimulations, and in return, the Pokémon shares their power with you!" To demonstrate, Morganna aimed her staff at a wooden target in the room and fired a Psybeam. The beam struck and obliterated its mark. As the students gawked and clapped, Morganna released herself from the Unity form and composed herself, "Ahem... As such, the purpose of my classes will be to test how strong your Unity is with your current Pokémon partners. For those among you who don't have one..." She eyed the few students who stood without a Pokémon at their side, "We'll see to it that you are paired with a partner that will best bring out your latent abilities. Now... who wants to go first?" Morganna stepped aside and retrieved another target from her desk.

Back in the courtyard, Kaizer stood at attention as his students returned carrying their equipment for the day's journey. He didn't like the idea of securing such a powerful Pokémon to be some noble's pet, but orders were orders and he could at least get an opportunity to see how well Morganna had trained this crop of students in the last year. With a smirk, Kaizer mounted Ignis and signaled for his partner to take flight. He addressed his students from the air, [color=orange]"As for my role in this assignment, I'm simply to navigate you to the last known location of the Metagross! I will simply be observing your progress and will step in only if absolutely necessary. I trust I'm understood." Without waiting for a reply, Kaizer and Ignis turned and began flying away, expecting the second years to follow.

@FrogRFlowR@Ryik@GingerBaron@Crimson Flame

[Assistant] After her sparring session with Allan that was a lot more challenging than she expected for a simple practice session, Lillian was all warmed up. Professor Drachen gave the morning announcements, and then they were all split off into groups. The third years were all sent to the lake for mock battle training. She dutifully went along with the other third years to the lakeside. There was discussion of Full Contact Sparring. Lillian raised her hand. "I beg your pardon Professor Okido, but how is this different from the sparring we were just doing?"


[System]
Cutest Vigilante Ever
"Play with me?" | "Want to play a little game?"

[User]
While Hanani had remained silent during the entire exchange, mostly because he knew he would more than likely say something that would diminish Detta's attempt at befriending the creature, the fact that the assistance of a Troll would be great did not allude him. "I could Vanish you to give you a larger element of surprise," he offered to Sigurx, "It will last until you attack something, so it could allow you to get into the middle of them before exacting your own brand of revenge for what they have done to you."

 While he waited for the Troll to answer him, he was met with a minor annoyed sound in his mind from Mercy who is simply not for helping the creature. However, he simply ignored her words of protest and brushed off her attempt to push her will against his, the attempt puny at most. "As much as I may not care, how do the rest of you feel about this idea? It will make his distraction far more effective," he told them, turning to his group of comrades. If they liked the idea it would only solidify his resolve to do as such, the Troll agreed to help them so he would at least give the Troll the best chance to act as a distraction to allow the group to get where they needed to go. While he simply viewed the creature as a tool, he knew the importance of ensuring the Tool was used to the fullest extent that it could be, this was the only spell that he could think of that would be useful to Sigurx.

[Assistant]
Fangwood Keep

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Once Sigurx collected his gear, the group continued their trek towards Fangwood Keep, spending an uneventful night worriedly keeping watch over a snoring troll. As the sun began to set, the forest thinned out ahead, revealing a wide river valley cleared of trees. The path descended for a quarter mile to a single stone bridge that spanned the river, then continued up a small hill. Atop this barren hill sat a small, two-story fort surrounded by a thick, partially collapsed outer wall. The area all around the keep within a quarter mile had been cleared of stones, trees, and any other sort of cover. Until nightfall, it would be relatively impossible to pass unseen. The bridge over the Marideth seems to be the only place to easily cross the swiftly-flowing river, though it is also obviously well within sight of anyone stationed on one of the keep's ramparts.

>The group may make a Perception check if they wish.

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"Eh, I'll say what I think when we get there," Detta answered Hanani before they got going. "Makin' our new friend invisible for a bit don't sound like a bad idea at all, but I won't assume our circumstances too quick, yeah?"

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The final leg to the fort was thankfully less concerning than Detta expected. Any thoughts of Sigurx turning on them during the night was comforted by how loudly the troll snored.

Detta slowed to a stop when they crested the last rise before the cleared river valley. "Ah, look at that," She said. "I thought we weren't makin' any sort a' good time for a while there." She turned her head and nodded to the side. "Lets get to a spot where we can take a closer look."

>Perception: 20
>Knowledge (Engineering): 12

The group found themselves a place to look from a distance by the tree line. Detta shaded her eyes from the setting sun to squint at the fort and its occupants. She winced. "Look at state o' the thing. A wonder its still standing. A sorry mess that everyone man's had a turn in." She couldn't help but huff a laugh. "Not that kind, mind you."

The words drew her thoughts to the shapes walking in the valley. "They're treatin' her like a princess, though. Not a thing's gettin' cross that river without those folks up top seein'. Not before dark, at any rate. Our best bet's lookin' for a pattern of circles carved into one of the rocks like Gavirk said. Should be one of them over there." Detta waved a hand across to the larger stones on the north side of the keep facing them.

[Assistant]
Fangwood Keep

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Kyra and Claudia ventured forward, hoping to stay under the cover of twilight as the scoped the area out. Remaining behind, the others began to determine the size and rotations of the enemy army, hoping to locate a particular weak point. However, less than five minutes into their studies, the sound of a horn could be clearly heard from the keep. Movement could be seen on the ramparts, and it looked like positions were being reinforced. Worse, a group of about a half-dozen soldiers were marching forward from the breach in the wall, heading straight towards Claudia and Kyra. It looked like the alarm was raised.... This definitely did not get any easier.

>The Keep is on high alert!
Patrol Map!

[User]
Rusalka saw the patrol approaching, but remained by the trees and remained as quiet as possible as her companion drew attention back to the group...and to the bridge. But she knew the dog would still be an issue. She'd had to escape dogs before, but that was in the city. Still, dogs can't xlimb trees, and do get misled by shiny things just like people do. It would have to work. She was alone after all. She quickly levitated into the tree, finding a nice, strong branch and cast dancing lights, leading toward the bridge. She prepared herself to darken the area around the bridge, but wanted to wait until they got closer.

>Claudia uses one use each of her levitate and dancing lights SLAs.


[System]
Username: POOHEAD189
Race/Species: Human (Borderlander, from the Kingdom of Eilean)

Gender: M

Age: 24

Career/Class: Mercenary Captain

Weapons:
* Arming sword
* Hunting Bow
* Hunting Spear

Physical Description (as detailed as possible please, pictures not accepted.): A lean, fit, but refined man with dark hair and eyes, with a navy blue tunic over chainmail (covering leather) and loose fitting dark brown trousers. With the sword strapped to his hip and the bow strung at his back, his forearms wrapped in purple cloth, connecting to golden rings along his middle fingers. On his left hand, his ring finger bears an expensive diamond. He dons a single earring on his left ear. Has black tattoos along his forearms of a coyote and a dragon (covered by the purple cloth), indicating he is an heir of Eilean. Considered quite handsome by many a maiden.

Armor:
* Chainmail hauberk
* Leather armor
* Leather bracers/pauldrons

Equipment/Other
* Sword sharpening/cleaning kit
* 30 arrows
* Water Jug
* Herbal remedy to halt light bleeding
* 3 pounds of beef jerky

Mental Description/Personality: Kayden's charismatic in various perspectives. He knows how to command men in battle, and he knows how to woo women into his bed. It's quite funny, because strong willed women are what he is most attracted to, yet it's what he is most shy with. He has a problem with authority, getting quite agitated if he is being ordered on what to do for more than a small length of time. He's determined, yet frustrated, proud of who he is, yet forsaken his family name. He enjoys leading men into battle, but hates himself for it, for he knows it's nothing more than toying with their lives. If he could escape a position, no matter how highborn, that he did not enjoy, who was he to lead men to their deaths? He has an astute and tactically brilliant mind. He has the intelligence to remain hidden, yet the arrogance to not change his name or remove his jewelry.

He often enjoys drawing, if he can get his hands upon a quill and some parchment. It was a skill that came naturally to him, however he decided to pursue it to clear his mind and show himself he could do more than what his father wanted him to. He's an avid and skilled chess player as well, his strategic mind translating well upon the board. Kayden fears being captured and taken back to his father, but his true fear is the meaning behind it. He fears a life of mediocrity, a life lived un-authentically, and to trade in his freedom of choice for 'security' and 'duty.'

Goals: Kayden's goals are to seek his own fame and fortune, through his own skill and determination. He wants to live as a free man, outside of the pointless bickering of the court.

Background/History:
* Born to the royal family of Eilean, Kayden is King Duncan Aberglen's 2nd son. Brandon was the first born, raised to be the heir behind his father. Gregory was third, groomed to be the statesman and advisor. Kayden was raised to lead their army when the time called for it. He was taught the art of the spear, sword, and bow. The 2nd son was taught all of them equally, but became skilled with them in that order (spear, sword, and bow).
* He grew up in his older brother's shadow, making friends with commoners and other nobleman's children. He was trained by the Knight Gregor (whom Gregory was named after) in combat, until he turned 16. Gregor had other duties, and Kayden's father had hired a criminal turned duelist, Morrelle, to teach Kayden advanced techniques with weapons. When not being taught the sword by her, he was schooled in tactics by Grand Marshal Theodred Erikssen, for a large fee. Luckily for Kaiden and his father's coffers, the young noble was a quick study and a natural at tactics, and only required Erikssen's schooling for two years.
* Due to Kayden being taught to lead men and not follow, his over bearing father scolding him on duty (which contradicted his schooling of command), and his older brother being the perfect heir (something to live up to), he grew into a rebellious youth. Why should he grow into their standard? He was told from a young age that he would need to marry to further his house line, which led him to search for a woman of his own choice. He admired women who flaunted their skill instead of their status, seeing it as their true worth. He could find almost none around his capital however, bedding those who were convenient to him.
* At age 19, raids between different provinces grew more and more frequent, with forests clearing and land being up for grabs by various different lords. Kayden and his brothers had experiences in war through that, though it was his brother Brandon who conducted most of the raids. It was when Kayden was 22 that his brother Brandon, heir to the Lordship of Eilean, was killed in a skirmish, making Kayden the next in line. His rebellious nature, coupled with his lack of hereditary ambition, and increasingly violent arguments with his, while not unloving, stern and harsh father, caused Kayden to flee his lands. That last night before he fled, he and his father had gotten through another heated argument. When he left his father's chambers, while he was indeed angry, it was his exhaustion of living the life of a prince that drove him to grab his things and flee. He took a sizeable amount of jewels, a fine horse, an arming sword and hunting bow.
* Kayden found Morek the Dwarf along a small road, the ironclad warrior having just run out of beef jerky. Kayden shared some of his, and found out the Dwarf was quite enamoured with the meal. After they were attacked by a wyvern together and lost their horses, they decided to team up and slay the beast. They have been traveling together ever since.

[User]
Allard gave a chuckle as he watched the Lis get more than a little peeved at the one who called himself 'Jackal'. After thinking for a moment on the subject matter of silver weapons and cost he heard Lis speak of just wearing silver seemed to keep a man protected from bites from the undying. Allard knew he didn't have money to buy anything so he would be of little help financially. He was starting to wonder if he could go on this quest. Sure he wanted to help, but he couldn't even buy cheap leather armor at this time, let alone silver or silver infused weapons.

"What if we just made a few spearheads with steel and silver and used those? We could then fasten them to short spear shafts and it would be cheaper than buying even one or two full length swords made of the same material. Plus, a spearhead would have the advantage of the metal being in a smaller, stouter piece instead of being drawn out and flimsy. Any weapon with a small metal head could be done the same as well: axe, club, warhammer, or even arrowheads." It made sense to him, though he wasn't sure if it was the best plans. not everyone seemed to fight with those types of weapons and even Allard was only used to using bows and spears. Though he was confident that he could use the other weapons he mentioned relatively well, they just weren't things he normally practiced with.

"Though, I do wonder... Lis, would wearing even a slight bit of silver keep an undying from biting you, or was it just the placement of the silver about his neck that kept him safe from being bitten there specifically?" Allard didn't know much about what they were most likely going after, so he was hoping that his question wasn't too stupid of one.

[Assistant]
The Drabarian spent a noticeable amount of time on weighing the different options. Well there merely were two of them, but nevertheless he found the choice between turning around and heading directly back into the city and staying here and idling around already a difficult one. He probably would be able to chat with his -- hopefully -- future colleagues at either location, so the decision making was reduced to what could serve the greatest additional purpose. And there Othiosiyya started to have severe doubts about the wisdom in going for a little shopping tour. Sure, Valdium and such were very nice things to have, but would it be worth it in case of his shield and the technique he used it for ? Also his spear was an entirely different question. The tip could be replaced, but given that it was a dramatically oversized weapon compared to what any human would use a quick fix off the shelf was likely out of question. Hos long would a complete rebuild take and how costly would it be ?

That was an issue the Drabarian was thinking about while already facing the consequences of accompanying the shoppers and literally flattening everything that happened to become a target for his feet, triggering attention with the thudding sound he caused. Assuming that the captain -- whom hd hardly knew -- would compensate for every expense made just because he didn't explicitly ask for everyone's financial capacity prior to making this invitation could haunt him later on.

He ultimately addressed Kayden: "What do you think ? Covering this with a thin Valdium plating should considerably improve its performance, shouldn't it ?" He wasn't saying anything about who was going to pay for this, but a big part of him had high hopes in Kayden just saying something like 'yes!' with a lot of enthusiasm in it and ghen maybe bring up the more difficult topic by himself.

[User]
Counterweight led Hobnob and his crew out of the guildhall and into the streets. "Don't let him get away!" Hobnob exclaimed "We need that tool!".
"We knew that already, boss" Shortstack replied.
"So did I!" Hobnob responded "I just like stating the obvious!".
Counterweight then decided to run into a crowd, using his small stature to fit easily between the people's legs.
Undeterred, Hobnob and his crew charge into the crowd them selves. Some had an easier time fitting through the crowd than others, but eventually, the gnomes all managed to get through to the other side and continue the pursuit. "Counterweight! Come back!" Hobnob called out.
"We'll give you a biscuit in exchange for the tool!" Tiny offered.
Counterweight replied by continuing to run.

The chase continued in this manner for a while. And while most of the gnomes had the energy to keep up, Hobnob found himself short on energy at the time from all that strenuous supervisory work he had been doing earlier. "Guys" Hobnob breathlessly attempted to call out "Wait...for me". But the other gnomes were already too far away to hear him. It wasn't long before Hobnob lost sight of his crew. "I should have paced myself earlier" Hobnob said to himself "I always tire myself out when I'm supervising". It was then that Hobnob noticed somebody who he recognized. It was Kayden, along with a few people Hobnob also recognized and a few people he didn't recognize. 'I wonder what Kayden's up to' Hobnob thought to himself as he approached the group 'They seem to be discussing something about silver or valdium'. Lacking other options, Hobnob ambled up to the group and stopped next to Kayden. "Hi Kayden" Hobnob said as he looked up at Kayden "What's going on over here?.
Suddenly, Counterweight ran past with Hobnob's crew not far behind.
"Don't mind them" Hobnob said "Our canine counterweight is getting up to a bit of mischief at the moment, but it'll be sorted out soon".

[Assistant]
Kayden slyly saw Lis give away her apple, and was pleasantly surprised at the kindness he saw. The Prince found he quite liked her on the team. From her sass layered inputs, coupled with a playful side he could see hidden behind grit wrought from experience. He bit into his own apple and finished it off as they made it to the smithy. The Captain gave Jackal and the others the rundown on what they were potentially facing in a few days. Chances are, it was a Vampire. However, a dark sorcerer they were not counting out, nor a conjurer of cheap tricks seeking to merely intimidate Lord Pembrook out of his belongings.

"Ok ok!" Kayden said, holding his hands up to halt them all for a moment. "We do need some Silver and Valdium. But let's not get too crazy. There's plenty of ways to help us with what we're going to do. No need to alter everyone's weapons. We're going to the Temple later to see if we can get some of our gear blessed, which is arguably better against what we're facing than Silver or Valdium. Though I'm not the expert. Lis is." The Prince nodded toward the lass with a wink, but placed his hands on his hips and contemplated as to what was next. "We can look for an apothecary if you want, but this seems like a more permanent solution, Jackal. Spears are a good idea, actually. Axe heads too. They're cheap and easy to have. In fact..."

He nodded, pointing to Allard. "Good job." He said, realizing if the Khalahar hadn't said anything, Kayden wouldn't have gotten his idea. "Alright. Othiosiyya, it's your lucky day. The Guild's funds will pay for your weapon to be reforged with Valdium, but it might take awhile. Anyone else, we're going to ask for hand axes to be made, with heads of silver. Spears are a good idea too, as long as they're less than eight feet. We'll be fighting in close quarters. Everyone else's weapons, we'll get them blessed. And if that's not possible, at least we'll have some sidearms that are effective to use, yeah?"

There was silence when he finished, save for the grumbling of someone behind the Tarp, before a continuation of the hammering that accompanied any smithy. The young man ran a hand through his dark hair, gauging everyone's reactions to see if they would ask for anything further. That was when a familiar face showed up at the kneecaps of the group. "Hobnob?" Kayden asked. "What's up buddy."

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The shopkeep eyed Nuva with open suspicion, looking him up and down. "You come into my shop and ask for assurances!?" He said, offended. "Well...fair enough. As long as you do not break anything with that stump on your shoulder, I shall show you!" He suddenly disappeared under his desk, rummaging around for an item to be found. A minute passed and the rummaging stopped, though footsteps could be hear from somewhere in the room. "Ahahaha, see? You cannot see me, no?" he asked. It sounded like he was to the left of Nuva, near a shelf. The shopkeep suddenly appeared, a necklace in his hands. "BEHOLD. The Necklace of Regret! It keeps you hidden for a short duration if you utter the correct incantation, and then if you do something you really regret, you disappear!"