[System]
Age:17

Personality & Bio: Humorous and vivacious, along with being very nosy and somewhat laid back. He always tries to find interests in many new things that look to him as appealing, and shows favor and compassion to whoever needs it, whoever it may be. His parents live out of town so he stays with a close friend of his while attending high school, and off hours he makes what free time he has to do personal writing on his life and his encounters as a small hobby.

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Avery had fallen asleep on Rolands shoulder again wnating to just rest and just regain all the energy she lost from having to deal with ehr father, school and other things that made her stay on her toes until she finally was a bit fre. The media on her tail wnating t know all the details that she did not wish to bring up. ALl she wnated was for the memories of the ordeal to fade away and to never resurface again.

while Roland was talking to Steven the new switched on with their breaking news. "Breaking news the young Girl Avery Jones has been reported to have been discharged from the hospital no information has been given n her wearabouts for the doctors code of confidentiality but many believe she must be in a foster care service and avoiding the public eye." The lady on the news said.

"And in other breaking knews a terrible crime scene was found in the jail for a cop had been strangled to death and is believed to have been killed by an inmate that after killing the officer stle his keys to escape." She explained over the news and had paused for a moment. "I have been just informed that the inmate that has escaped is none other then Eric Jones father of Avery Jones so please contact the police for the police do say e is a dangerous man and hopefully his daughter is far far away by now."

Once the breaking news ended and the normal program was running. Good thing Avery was to deep in a sleep to hear what was going on the tv but if she were to hear it or knew her father was coming after her she would flip and freak non-stop feeling like she would have to run away and try to disappear in some way shape or form.

[Assistant]
The conversation had drove to a halt as the local news had appeared to briefly give out an official update to Roland and Avery's previous location earlier, claiming that Avery was released out of hospital care and sent to a foster care facility.

"Well would you look at that," exclaimed Steven, "She's making the headlines. Just think now, she's going to be one of the biggest things to happen at our school. Seriously, nothing this big has ever hit our town before…or at least in the case of violence that is."

Steven seemed to be thrilled with all of what was being announced, but Roland just shook his head without saying a word, focusing on what other topics were to be revealed on the broadcast. He looked over to Avery, finding her sound asleep next to him, looking peaceful. He smiled a bit, but the smile quickly went away with the next report being revealed.

The news announced just after that a cop was just killed by a brutal strangulation from none other than the man who was placed in jail not long ago, revealing to be Avery's father as the report led on to claim he had escaped prison.

Knowing all of this had Roland in shock. He knew what his plans were, who he was going to look for, and what he could do to get her back, and it made him start to worry not only for Avery's safety, but for the Noonan's, his other family, and what would result if they were found by the recent escapee.

Though Roland wasn't the only to witness this unpleasant story, Steven's reaction was just about the same as they both stared at the television with an upsetting look on their faces.

"That's bad, isn't it?" questioned Steven, once thrilled but now worried as he turned to Roland.

"I would say so," replied Roland with a tone of fear.

"Avery," exclaimed Mrs. Noonan as she called for Avery to inform her on the room being ready, "Avery? The room is ready for you sweetheart."

Roland couldn't really move himself, couldn't think or say anything, just sitting there as he wondered where would Avery's father go. Where would he try to look? Or a better question….

Where is he now?

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Avery woke up when Mrs. Noonan woke her up and her eyes a bit trying to wake a up a bit and thank fully th news was talking about other stuff and not about her father's escape anymore. "Sorry guess I am really tired my bdy must be really relaxed and not runnign on adrenaline anymore." She said and looked at Roland and saw he was pale as a ghost. "Roland are you ok?" She asked him.

Her father was on the run growling for he was furious now. Avery once I find you i will send you to hell that is a promise." He said to as he kept running he killed somoene in a car and took the car leaving the dead body on the road as he drove off on the hunt.

Avery after a bit finally left to go to Rolands old room to go lay down for her body was just to drained for everything and just wanted to sleep the rest of the day away for she felt like she could sleep for 24 hours but she did wondered what was wrong with Roland for he loked so scared about soething but he looked like he did not want to tell her at all. She wen to th room and loooked at it and thought it as the nicest room around for all she was was a matreess broken furniture and an old blanket when she lived with her dad. It was nice to be in a real room. She thanks Mrs. Noonan for everythignand sat on the bed looking at her feet a bit before laying down again and slowly falling a sleep not knwing what will happen tomorrow or if she is willing to go to school at all due to the fast she had no real clothes just the scrubs the hospital gave her and all her supplies were still back at the old house.

Cops and sanitation crew was working in the house to clean it up and collect things that might belonged to Avery and also some were there just to see if her father would go back to the house.

[Assistant]
Roland looked over to Avery, his eyes wide of concern as he expressed them yet he didn't want her to be worried of him nor of what he just learned, replying with a lying nod as he began scratching the back of his head.

"Y-yeah. Yeah, I'm ok Avery. Nothing to worry about," he said, unconvincing as he turned his view back to the tv.

Steven looked over to Roland, knowing that he was lying as he crossed his arms in disbelief of what he was doing. He knew when Roland was lying, and also knew how not good of a liar he was.

As Avery got up and was heading to Roland's room, now fully prepared for her to rest in as Mr. Noonan left the inside of it, Mrs. Noonan waited before shutting off the lights, wanting to make sure Avery looked comfortable enough to sleep. Once it had seemed confirmed, she shut off the lights.

"Try to rest ok sweetheart?," said Mrs. Noonan with a comforting tone, "We will be here if you need anything. Don't be afraid to ask."

Once all was said, a simple but sweet "Goodnight," was said from Mrs. Noonan as she closed the bedroom door.

With Mrs. Noonan walking back into the kitchen, the only ones left in the main room was Roland and Steven. Both were still surprised from learning of the escape of Avery's father, fearing of the events to come.

"I would have told her, ya know," said Steven to Roland, "She has a right to know."

"Dude what the hell?" said Roland with a more frustrated tone of anger, "I'm trying not to get her upset, and you're over there saying I should tell her that her father is coming to find her? What I should just tell her 'Hey, you're not going to believe this, but your dad just busted out of prison and is coming to find you right now' and hope she'll be ok with it? Seriously."

As Roland was now more ticked off, he wanted nothing more than to just steer clear of Steven's stupidity of words. In doing so, he picked himself up from his seat and was making his way into the kitchen.

"It could be worse," mumbled Steven to himself.

As Roland had entered the kitchen, he sighted both of Steven's parents keeping busy. Mr. Noonan was reading over some bill papers at the kitchen table, while Mrs. Noonan was preparing dinner. Once she turned to notice Roland's presence, seeing his face was pure red and distraught, she question him to see what was the matter.

"Roland?" asked Mrs. Noonan, "Are you ok? You look as if you're going to explode."

Mr. Noonan raised his attention to notice Roland in the kitchen as well, his face puzzled as to seeing that Roland wasn't looking too happy on something.

"Steven is just keeping me in a bad mood is all," answered Roland, popping a question afterwards, "Can we talk for a minute?"

"Yes, of course," said Mr. Noonan, getting up to pull out a chair for Roland to sit in so that he could sit down and discuss his issue with each other, "Something wrong?"

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Avery thanked mrs. Noonan and dozed off into a peaceful sleep not knowing what was happening or going on at all. She did dream but it was plain simple ones out there where nothing happened in her dream and she knew that but did not care at all for it was the first night that she could peacefully dream and not fear her father would come and do something or one of his friends.

The past is what she desired to forget and just move on in hopes of finally being happy once again and not live in a little world full of fear and not knowing if she was going to die the next day or not. She remained curled up into a ball in a deep sleep not knowing how much she actually missed sleeping in a real bed instea of an old mattress on the floor. To her she was in paradise and was glad to finally just be a normal teenager and possibly have a great future.

But unfortunately her father was out and on the hunt for Avery saying it was finally time for the brat to die. "I am coming for you Avery soon your blood will spill and all the bad you caused will be erased with the price of your blood." He said as he went off robbing a convenience store and killing a couple to steal their car and drove off to find the little brat that he believed ruined everything in his life, especially his marriage to his wife.

After a few hours though Avery opened her eyes and sat up looking around trying to remember where she was at but soon reliazed she was being fostered at Roland's families friends home. She slowly got out of bed and made her way to the door looking out still a bit cautious about everything. Once she saw the hall was empty and slowly walked out and made her ways down stairs for she wanted a drink of water at least. She did not want to bother Mr. or Mrs. Noonan for a drink since they were nice enough for her to stay with them. She made her way to the kitchen slowly wanting to stay quiet and not cause any problems.

[Assistant]
"Well…kind of," said Roland, taking a seat near the kitchen table, "I'm kind of worried."

"Well Roland, we're all worried," said Mr. Noonan, laughing a bit, "I mean we know you care about Avery, and we-"

"Yeah, but.." continued Roland as he interrupted, "It's just that…well…I have a feeling that he's going to find her, you know? And that when he does, he'll try to kill all of us for trying to-"

"Roland" said Mrs. Noonan interrupting Roland this time, "Are you talking about Avery's father?"

"Yeah," replied Roland as his face expressed a worrisome look, "I mean, I want to help Avery, but I'm scared also. Her father will probably do anything he can to find her…but I don't want anyone of us to get killed trying to protect her. It's just not right."

As Mrs. Noonan walked over to the sink to clean her hands very quick, she knew that not only was Roland worried of Avery's safety, but everyone else's as well.

"We'll figure something out along the way sweetheart," said Mrs. Noonan to Roland happily, "If it comes down to it, we'll have a patrol of troops guarding outside the house, you know like in the movies?"

"Exactly," said Mr. Noonan laughing a bit harder now, "We'll be ready for whatever happens Roland. Even if we have to leave town or go into another continent, we will be one step ahead and do everything in our power to keep each other safe. You need not worry ok?"

As they spoke of their plans, it made Roland feel a bit calmer, but the feeling still stood within him. He believed Mr. and Mrs. Noonan, but he wasn't sure as to what could happen, or if things would be too late. It was boggling him so much that he couldn't think straight, but he knew he wouldn't be able to fight it off unless something could be done.

"I'm going to try to rest a bit too I guess," said Roland as he got up and began walking away from the table.

"You aren't hungry?" asked Mrs. Noonan, "Dinner will be ready shortly."

"Will you save a bit for me and Avery?" asked Noonan, "I know she'll be hungry when she wakes up."

Mrs. Noonan smile back at him nodding, agreeing to leave leftovers for both him and Avery. Once all was said and done, the only thing Roland wanted to do now was get a couple of hours of sleep.

"Steven," said Roland, plopping down onto the couch, "Try to keep the noise down ok? By the way, dinner will be ready in a few moments."

"Really?" said Steven, "Well then I'm going to the kitchen. You can have the living room all you want because I'm starving."

As Steven rushed out of the main room, Roland made himself more comfortable by laying across the couch, resting his head onto the armrest and closing his eyes. Even though there was still a bit of noise coming from the kitchen, it wasn't too much to keep him awake as he starting dozing off and eventually falling asleep.

Hours later, Roland had woke up hearing a noise that sounded like footsteps. The rooms were dark due to the lights being out, but it wasn't going to prevent him as to finding out who was up roaming around. As he got himself up off the couch, he reached up to the ceiling fan and pulled the switch to turn on the lights in the room.

"Someone awake?" questioned Roland, waiting for a reply to find out if anyone was up and near.


[System]
About:
– Terra is the relatively new leader of Lavaridge Gym, and specializes in ground types. People in town find her… kinda scary, actually. Maybe it's the tattoos, the wardrobe, or the way she seems completely unimpressed with everything around her, but everywhere she goes people can't help but shy back, waiting for her disapproval. She has a little too much fun with her reputation. Even though she's new to town (and feels like she's in way over her head) she takes her job seriously and has already grown protective of the people living there and the trainers who come to see her.
Team:

– Quinn
– Male
– Impish

– Lyla
– Female
– Adamant

– Beck
– Genderless
– Quiet

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Terra glanced down at the offered hand, then back up at Kevin. After a moment, she reached out and shook his hand.

"Terra Dang," she introduced in a flat voice. She withdrew her hand and placed it back on her hip. "Lavaridge's gym leader." Looking him up and down again, she raised an eyebrow. "Heard we had someone new." Terra looked around at the various boxes, the Mankey, how there was still a long way to go before he was fully moved in. She probably should've waited until tomorrow to do this. Oh well, she supposed she was already there. With a small sigh, she she shook her head to herself and then looked back at Kevin.

"Do you want a break, or my help?" Her tone made it clear that those were the only two options.

[Assistant]
Well then, that was interesting, and unpleasant. Kevin had been hoping to escape notice, yet even without trying he had already caught the eye of a Gym Leader. Though he supposed that she might just be acting the part of a good neighbor, so he wouldn't unnecessarily worry as of yet. It could just be nothing, and he was overreacting to it.

Glancing around, he hummed in thought for a moment as she posed her question to him at the same time. There was a lot of stuff, and another hand couldn't hurt. Then again, giving someone the chance to look through all his stuff before he had gotten organized risked them finding things that he would rather not be found. So, in the end it was a pretty wise decision.

"I think I'll take a break," he admitted with a slight chuckle, wiping his forehead at the same time. "A break would be good. it's hotter than I'm used to here." Hunter could handle things for the moment, since he seemed to be putting up with the heat better than Kevin was himself.

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Terra gave a short nod and turned on her heel. She glanced over her shoulder once and gestured with her chin for Kevin to follow her, and then began making her way back down the street. Without checking to see if he was following, she walked over to a small cafe a block away. Terra sat herself down at one of the outside tables, leaning back and stretching her legs out underneath. She waited for him before speaking.

"So, where you're from and why you moved here," she said, waving a waitress over as she did so. The girl, a pretty young thing, eyed the gym leader cautiously. Terra just ignored the reaction and said, "Iced tea. Please." She brought her attention back to Kevin, looking at him expectantly.

[Assistant]
Leaving Hunter to have some common sense and not overwork himself, Kevin left what he was doing behind and followed after Terra, as she led him through the streets of Lavaridge. He figured that she knew the best places to relax in this place, so he was willing to follow her, at least for the moment.

Soon enough they arrived at a small cafe, Terra taking a seat at one of the outdoor tables and gesturing for him to do the same. Kevin did feel a momentary pang of longing for air conditioning or something similar, but he wouldn't voice such complaints to his host. A nice cold drink would work just as well.

"I'll just have some ice water," he told the waitress once she had come over, before turning to address Terra's question. "I'm from Saffron City, in Kanto," he told her matter of factly. "As for why, I wanted to go somewhere with greater individual opportunity." It was true enough, though he would leave the important parts unsaid for the moment. She didn't need to know about that, and hopefully she wouldn't suspect a thing.

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Terra raised an eyebrow at the non-answer but was otherwise silent as she sipped her tea. If he didn't want to share then that was his business. She was silent for a few moments as she sat. A breeze rustled past and Terra closed her eyes at the brief respite from the heat, leaning back a bit more. When it was gone, she opened her eyes again to look at the man across from her.

"You got a job yet?" she asked. "The springs keep losing attendants, so they're probably hiring, the mountain needs a new ranger for upkeep," she listed off on her fingers. Terra paused then, before continuing, "Gym's always accepting new trainers if you're any good. Specialty's ground types, but not a deal breaker if you don't have any." She looked at him for a moment in thought, before righting herself in her chair. Reaching into her pocket, she dropped a few bills on the table and pushed herself up.

"Anyway, if you don't yet, it shouldn't be hard to find one." Terra straightened up and ran a hand through her hair. "Welcome to –" she was cut off by a series of thunderous booms that shook the ground. The few people milling about screamed in shock as the buildings rattled and glasses shattered on the floor. She was quick to right herself, to get her bearings again. People were shaken. A few were cut up. But no one seemed badly hurt. What on earth had that been? Lavaridge was a sleepy town, where over half of the population was over sixty years old. Earth-shaking explosions didn't happen here. Her eyes scanned the scene until they landed on a cloud of black smoke drifting up from behind a few buildings.

"Son of a bitch!" she muttered with more emotion than she'd shown all day. Without sparing a glance at Kevin, Terra took off, sprinting down the road towards the source.

[Assistant]
"Not yet," Kevin replied, taking a sip of water at the same time. He'd looked a bit, but wanted to get a better idea of the place that he was moving to before he settled on something in particular. Fortunately it seemed that Terra was more than willing to provide suggestions, though he had a feeling that he would be staying away from the Gym. Not out of disrespect to her, but it would be easier to avoid drawing attention to himself that way.

"I'll keep it in mind," he told her thankfully, truly meaning it. He wasn't about to go offending the first person he had really met here after all. That would just be silly. And it had been some good advice that he could use, so he was grateful for it.

Before he could go on though there was a series of thunderous explosions which had him wincing and looking around nervously, and he wasn't the only one to be doing such a thing. While one might have assumed that it was just construction work, the way that Terra took off indicated that it was far from the case. And here he had thought that being in Lavaridge would be boring. Still, if someone was in jeopardy he couldn't just stick around here,at least if he wanted to build a good reputation.

Arriving at the scene, it definitely wasn't what he had expected. It seemed that the explosions had been shifts in the surface, lava from the volcano now sent arcing into the sky in plumes of red, from several large and bubbling cracks. They would have to be dealt with before they could threaten the town. That much Kevin could tell, and he looked to Terra to see what she would do, and for instructions.

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Terra couldn't help the moment she took to just stand there in fearful disbelief before the chaos. But then reality slammed back into her with another rumble, and she clenched her fists at her sides. Her mind spun into overdrive as she looked back at the townspeople – the people she was responsible for. Mount Chimney, while still classified as an active volcano, hadn't gone off in over a century. The eventuality had always been at the back of people's minds, but the safe, easygoing life style had lulled people into thinking that calamities were a thing of more danger-prone cities. Faced with this very real scene, the people had begun to descend into frenzied panic.

Her jaw tightened as she thought. There was nothing they could do to stop the eruption, and the lava flow was threatening the only real way out of town, across from the volcano. Trying to seal up the cracks in the earth wouldn't work – it would only cause more pressure to build until another violent eruption happened. The only thing they could do was divert the lava as best they could and try to keep the town from falling into total chaos.

Reaching to her belt, Terra called out her three Pokemon, who were quick to take in the disorienting scene.

"Beck," she called, "watch the debris!" The Claydol looked up to see what she was referring to – smoking embers and chunks of rock shooting up out of the volcano and arcing over the town. They flew up, some rocks being halted by a blue glow and then flung back to collide with others in the air, while embers met an iridescent forcefield, summoned before they could land. It wasn't long before more red flashes lit up the sky, and other Pokemon were following the Claydol's lead. Terra could've laughed in relief, and she glanced from an Altaria soaring through the sky down to her trainer, a young man who'd challenged her several times over the past week. Confident the skies were managed, Terra looked back to the lava.

Divert the lava, protect the people, minimize damage, divert the lava, protect the people, minimize damage, repeated in her mind over and over.

"I need a wall and a trench," she shouted. Her two remaining Pokemon, her Vibrava and Sandslash, nodded in response and took off. As Quinn started digging and Lyla blew a gust of ice air along the side, Terra looked back to the people around her. Her eyes found Kevin looking to her for instructions. "Get people as far away as you can – west, away from here. We can't evacuate town with the lava coming this way, but if this works the damage shouldn't go too far into town." She turned then to the frantic crowd behind her. "If you've got Pokemon that can help, we need to divert the lava flow! If you can't, head to the west edge of town!"

[Assistant]
This situation was bad, even Kevin could tell that much. Sure, he had no experience with volcanoes, but generally a steadily growing river of lava was not what one would call a healthy benefit, much less something that would do wonders for the property values in Lavaridge. The town probably didn't need or want to literally be emulating its name, if they had a say in the matter.

"Right," he agreed as Terra turned to him, issuing instructions in rapid order. At least she knew what she was doing, ensuring that this wouldn't turn into some massive disaster. Given that he was the newcomer here, he had no problem in listening, that was for sure.

He took a few steps away before halting, reaching into his pocket and producing a Pokeball. A press of a button returned it to normal size, and then another released the Pokemon inside, a Dugtrio appearing on the ground. "Trick," he said, looking down at his Pokemon. "Go stop the lava. Do whatever she says." He gestured back to Terra, making sure that Dugtrio got the point.

"Dug dug!" Dugtrio nodded and burrowed his way over, ready to help out as needed. Meanwhile Kevin headed back into town to spread the word. Time to get to work.

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Terra tried to swallow around her heart pounding in her throat, struggling to take in every part of the scene. She itched to turn around and try and take care of the townspeople directly, but knew she couldn't leave the volcano. She'd just have to trust Kevin – a stranger – to spread the word, and believe in the citizens as best she could. Red flashes illuminated the air as a few more Pokemon were called forth to help. Along with her Claydol and the Altaria, there was a Golbat, a Wingull, and a Togekiss fending off the flying debris. Her Vibrava and Sandslash were joined by Kevin's Dugtrio, a Krabby, a Blastoise, a Kadabra, and a Hariyama. Honestly, it was more than she'd expected.

Things were going according to her sloppy, thrown together plan – a wall of boulders and ice separated her from the fast approaching lava, while a trench, wide and deep, was dug around it, leading down away from the town. And then the earth gave another rumble. Suddenly the ground split again and the crack stretched farther. Lava and molten bits of rock burst forth, arcing high across the sky. The Pokemon scrambled to deal with this new development. The ones on the ground abandoned their goal and scrambled to get out of the lava's path, while ones in the air bolted down to try and get them to safety. Just as the last Pokemon got out of the way, the lava met the trench. It sloshed and scorched the land. The wall was not high enough.

Lava crested up over the wall, heading straight for Terra. All she could do was stare with wide eyes before instinct forced her turn her back to it and curl up for protection – though of course it would be useless against lava. The heat seared her skin and burned the air in her lungs. But the lava met an iridescent shield instead. Beck had summoned a dome of protection just in time, though Terra could see tiny cracks already forming. Soon enough the dome was completely covered in crimson and fiery orange. But then it started turning black, hardening into a solid shell. The Pokemon must've been cooling it somehow.

Terra could only stare as finally Beck's shield shattered. She flinched away, covering her face from the shards, though they dissipated immediately. Then the lava rock began cracking in spiderweb patterns. Eyes widening, Terra ducked her head just in time for the shell to explode in. Heavy chunks of rock came at her, knocking her to the floor. Her consciousness drifted in and out as she lay among the rubble, her Vibrava darting down towards her.

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Without any Pokemon guarding the skies, the fiery debris were free to arc over the town, finally colliding with the various buildings. People screamed around Kevin, scrambling in a blind panic. The ground shook with another rumble and people stumbled and fell over themselves. Some were being trampled. Others were frozen in place, a look of horror etched across their features. An herbal shop to Kevin's left began to collapse in on itself, bits of lava puncturing gaping wounds in its roof and walls, while the quakes shattered the foundation.


[System]
Chapter: Black Templars

Chapter Demeanour: The Black Templars are very spiritual chapter, and as Chaplain, Autrus is no exception. Leading his Battle-Brothers in prayers, and providing the Emperor's Blessing in battle. The Black Templars also see close combat as the true art of battle, and thus all but ignore ranged weaponry. Those who ignore or attack the Emperor and Imperium's faith, such as Xenos and Heretics, are the foremost enemies of the Black Templars.

Personal Demeanour: Zaphiel treats his job as Chaplain as his life. As one of the minority of Astartes who worships the Emperor of Mankind as a God of humanity and follows the teachings of the Imperial Creed, Zaphiel is a very spiritual and prayer-and-blessing-focused Chaplain, often using any opportunity to lead his battle-brothers in prayer and to bless weapons and armor before battle. This spiritual fervor leads Zaphiel to have a very hostile sentiment towards Xenos and Heretics, going into almost a religious frenzy when facing them, not stoping until they lie dead, and in the case of heretics, often forcing them to repent their sins before being killed. Zaphiel's focus in prayers is more on general service to the Imperium and the Emperor, stressing the role of his battle-brothers as Astartes over that as Black Templars. This unique focus has often drawn confusion from his fellow Chaplains, but the effective results it garners are certainly able to be seen.

Speciality: Chaplain

Rank: Chaplain(They're outside the standard rankings)

Power Armour History: Zaphiel's armor has a deep history, stretching back over 2000 years. First worn by a hero whose name has since been lost to time. From there, it has been passed down through the Black Templars' Chaplain chain, but has earned a much darker legacy than that of its first wearer. Each and every chaplain who has donned the armor has been forced into one of the darkest fates that can befall a Chaplain: They have been forced to execute another Astartes. This has led to a tradition of the armor being given a purity seal for each battle-brother the wearer has been forced to put to death. By the time it came in possession of Zaphiel, the suit bore 20 seals from this tradition alone. Zaphiel has yet to find himself in the same situation as the previous owners, but upon entry to the Deathwatch, he fears that day draws near.

Description: Zaphiel's face shows the signs of an experiences Astartes, with both age and scars of battle adorning it. He keeps his head completely free of hair, a monastic tradition stretching back millennia. His body is similarly kept hairless. His eyes are somewhat unnatural, a minor mutation native to his homeworld, in that the iris is almost stark white, leaving only the black rim and the pupil a different color. His large, modified body is marred in scars from sparring and battles, and bears the massive shape and frame of a Space Marine. When not on duty, he wears simplistic white robes adorned with the symbol of the Imperial Eagle, and when in combat he wears the Chaplain armor issued to him.

Skills: As a follower of the Imperial Creed, and a Chaplain, Zaphiel has vast knowledge on the history of the Imperium, and how to perform spiritual ceremonies. He is also knowledgeable on how to spot heresies, corruption, and association with Xenos, even the more subtle nuances. As a member of the Black Templars, he is a skilled close quarters combatant, though his marksmanship could use some work.

History: Zaphiel remember very little about his life before being inducted into the Black Templars. He knows that his homeworld was a Shrine World dedicated to the worship of the Emperor, and that the Templars frequently used it as a recruiting world due to this holy connection. Zaphiel was one of those blessed enough to be recruited as one of the Emperor's Chosen, and in no time at all was under the course of rigorous training. As part of the Black Templar's recruitment process, Zaphiel saw combat sooner than most Astartes-in-training, and was soon adjusted to the horrors of war in the 41st millennium.

As a neophyte in the chapter, Zaphiel showed deep interest in the rituals and faith of the Black Templars, and not long after becoming a full-fledged Marine, was he placed alongside Chaplain Argus Cassiel, to learn the ways of the Chaplain from an experienced leader. Zaphiel showed great promise in the service of Argus, and was well on his way to being inducted. Zaphiel was truly honored the time came for him to enter the Solitarium and begin his meditation. He spent slightly over one week in the cell, during which he perceived what he described as a vision of the Emperor, a holy figure clad in gilded armor, providing a blessing to Zaphiel, stating that he was destined to receive the favor of the Emperor. This blessing affirmed Zaphiel's belief that he was right to become a Chaplain, and he stood proud as he received his Crozius Arcanum, Rosarius, and the name of his fallen forbearer.

From that day, Zaphiel has served proudly and true as one of the Emperor's Faithful. Leading his company in both Righteous Prayer and Holy Crusade, Zaphiel has felt himself to be truly guided by the Emperor throughout his life. In many a battle has Zaphiel led his men courageously through the hells of war, to emerge like Angels on the other side. So when Zaphiel was asked by the Master of Sanctity to be of the Templars' offerings to the Deathwatch, Zaphiel was eager to accept.

Upon arrival to the Deathwatch fortress, Zaphiel feels as if the eyes of the Emperor himself are watching him. Zaphiel is ready to face whatever trials and tribulations await, for he knows that his faith in the Emperor and his personal skill shall see him through it.

Equipment and Armament: Zaphiel's weapon of choice in battle is his Crozius Arcanum, the symbol of office for all Chaplains of the Adeptus Astartes. A staff topped with the Imperial Eagle, it holds a power field similar to a power sword or other weapon, and is thus a potent close combat tool. He also keeps a Bolt Pistol for when ranged combat is required. Around his neck, he wears the Rosarius given to him by the Ecclesiarchy upon his ascension to the role of Chaplain.

Miscellaneous: N/A

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Draksal obediently took note of all of this information till the signal broke up

"Watch-captain, could you repeat that last, this is Kill-team Epsilon please respond."

After the attempted re-hail failed and the sacred ritual of fiddling with the frequency to check if you could get through on a different band garnered no results he gave up. The team where now approaching a large sealed door that presumably lead to the slave pens and afterwards to the two objectives. Draksal, with his brain containing larger amounts of metal that might be considered necessary, felt nothing in response to the atmosphere but the standard barely contained rage shared by all the Sons of Ferrus. While he was approaching the door Draksal unloaded the current flack missile and loaded a different one.

"looks like we are on our own for now, I recommend we take the bridge first and then the shadow field generator in the following confusion the enemy will suffer at the loss of their commander"

He then holstered the launcher and drew his inferno pistol burning through the locks sealing the door. These were on this side, meant to keep the slaves in, rather than keep anyone out.

"The destruction of the field will be a clear indication that we have completed our mission and will allow our vessels to target this one. Doing it the other way round may not lead to there being enough time for us to get off the ship before it's destruction. Such an event would result in the loss of the Caestus Assault Ram that we would need to use for extraction and all the powers swords our kill team is carrying"

Having successfully broken the seals the pistol was holstered, then gripping the launcher in their right hand and the shotgun in the other Draksal took one power armor coated mechanical leg and booted the door down. Before the kicking leg had touched the ground he fired off the shotgun, a rolling wave of fire clearing the area just on the other side. Landing solidly with both feet on the ground he fired the missile launcher into the room. The Missile steamed inside the room and impacted the ceiling somewhere near the center with a loud crash. The Photon Flash Missile detonated like a miniature sun, blinding anyone inside who was not wearing a protective visor (like those found in the lenses of a space marine's helmet). With this done Draksal advanced into the room, letting the now empty launcher rest over his shoulder as he swept his gaze and shotgun across the room for targets.

[Assistant]
Viktor stayed close to Darksal, nearly shoulder the shoulder in case of an ambush, but took a hasty step back as the marine went into action. Melting the lock off the door was a good start but the rocket into the room was a beauty. As an assault marine, he thoroughly enjoyed a solid entrance. But something so flashy and loud always brought attention. Unsure of what weapons the enemy would possess or how they would engage after such an initiation to combat, Viktor was quick to take position. Shield up and quick to crouch in front of Draksal, he used his own shield to its fullest in case of retaliation. The only part his teammate was showing from behind the stormshield was a portion of his upper body.
Harbinger sword in hand, he was ready to meet threats head on and press. The more space his team had to fire, the better. With the jump pack in extremely short bursts he could readily shove back stronger hostiles into firing range without endangering himself. Worst case scenario he got friendly fire. He'd seen worse cases.

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"I agree with you, brother Draskal." The old habit of referring to one's battle brothers as 'brother' slipped into Aldaric's speach subconsciously. It may have seemed odd to other chapters, but it strengthened the sense of kinship and ultimately cohesion in battle. As promised, the descendant of the Iron Hands made an explosive entrance and undoubtedly cleared the first room. They probably wouldn't be opening every blocked door that way, but the first one was an excellent announcement of their intentions, to rend these xeno fools.

The team moved forward swiftly, weapons ready, keeping to their light sense of formation. First room cleared, they took a right and proceeded until they came to what could only be described as Dark Eldar hell. A grand atrium opened up above them. The room was dark and massive and full of wailing. Chambers along either wall housed pathetic animals that had once been human. Centrally, there were numerous torture stations, each stationed by one of the pale, long-limbed fiends. The humans, for the most part, were alive. The xenos wanted them that way. Many however were on the brink of death for various reasons, be it that they were being repetitively electrocuted, hung by nails in their skin, or slowly flayed so badly that their limb had to be removed. Any kind of suffering was a source of power to the Dark Eldar. All their ships had slave chambers like this one, designed for the pure pleasure of torture.

Perhaps this was what Captain Roa had tried to warn them about before the vox had died. Aldaric hesitated briefly before swiftly lifting his bolter rifle and putting a slug into a surprised Eldar skull. "Contact!"

Why had the vox communications died? That question lingered in the back of his mind like a stalker as he walked forward killing Dark Eldar tormentors with each shot. He needed to reach Roa, immediately, because he needed to ask... Beneath his helm, Aldaric's brow furrowed in... pain? These people were suffering, and the very thought of it was anathema against his breeding for sympathy. Yet his eyes were forced to witness the forced agony and mutilation of his own species before him, females, males, the young and old. All in the Deathwatch knew Dark Eldar drew strength from the pain of their slaves. In fact they needed it to survive. But was it his duty to cull these innocent humans right here and now? Aldaric needed orders for this situation, but damned if he was going to get them.

As the unspoken leader of the kill team, he would be expected to make a call, and he knew he would personally be held responsible for whatever choice he made. If he ordered his brothers to kill these people, the enemy would be deprived of their strength, and the people would finally be relieved of their suffering. Yet, to kill his own was... abhorrent to such a degree it might as well have been impossible. Freeing them, or any attempt to ease their agony would take time they didn't have to give. Leaving them however, not only grated against his morals like a dull razor but would leave the enemy with an intact source of psychic energy, making the bridge above all the harder to take.

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When the Vox communications cut out, Zaphiel offered a silent prayer for the safety of those on the Imperial vessel. Progressing deeper into the ship, Zaphiel kept formation, carefully awaiting enemy contact.

"Agreed. Taking the bridge and then the shadow generator would be the most wise course of action." Zaphiel spoke. As they stepped through the melted door, the blast from the Flash Missile reflecting off of the tinted helmet visors. However, the scene awaiting them in the slave pens was one that even Zaphiel had a brief moment of faltering faith seeing.

"By the Emperor!" Zaphiel spoke as they stepped into the slave pens, carefully scanning the horrifying torture room. Each sight left Zaphiel offering a prayer, before he ultimately decided to just pray for the complete destruction of the Dark Eldar. As they progressed, Zaphiel pierced the armor of several Dark Eldar with his bolter, their forms exploding as the rounds detonated within them. Witnessing the Eldar seeming to draw strength from the slaves, Zaphiel knew a choice had to be made. Freeing the slaves would take precious time, time that both they and their home vessel likely did not have, but leaving the slaves here for the Eldar vessel's crew to feed off of would prove a serious issue, especially when the time came to take the bridge. To Zaphiel, it seemed the only logical, and humane, choice was to put these slaves out of their misery.

Speaking over the Vox channel to the squad, Zaphiel stated "Brothers, as much as it pains me to advise this, I believe the only way to ensure our own safety, and still aid these tormented souls, is to provide them with the Emperor's Benediction...I advise we do it quickly, and as painlessly as possible, before moving on."


[System]
Age
20

Race
Stock-Standard-Human

Class
Sorcerer
Clockwork Soul

Level
2

Background
Sage [Astronomer and Mathematician]

Personality
Zavakri is an eccentric woman. She is occupied by obsessive compulsions and nervous tics that render her a difficult person to directly engage with in a meaningful manner. She desires cleanliness and hygienic well-being, as well as order and logic to the structure and organization of things. Things being crooked really bother her, to put it succinctly, and she can't quite stop herself from trying to straighten things up.

She has a queer sense of humor. Amusement is seemingly found in all things, especially things that work out Just Right or Just So.

Above all else the woman is a curious bundle of nerves; She is simultaneously willing to open Schrodinger's Box whilst being terrified of what might be inside of it.

There had been an argument. Zavakri could remember having it. She could remember seeing her sister's face; eyes full of tears and that lip twitching with youthful petulance. The worst part is, Zavakri could remember her own cruelty...

"I don't care what you want, Tara! I only brought you along because mum said I had to look out for you!"

These words had a profound affect upon the young girl known as Detara. Her face scrunched up. The tears fell. Her small hands curled into grubby fists. A deep breath filled her cheeks, before she yelled back into Zavakri's own stubborn indignance;

"If you don't care what I want, I don't care about you!"

A classic child's tantrum tactic, well executed and expertly crafted. Detara was good at this 'being a younger sister' thing; it came to her naturally from birth. This had meant that for nearly eight years she had plagued Zavakri's own social efforts and parental needs- but it had all come to a head today, with a split vote on what to do at the Carnival. Detara had a wondrous solution to their seeming incapability to resolve their differences; she turned, shut her eyes, and sprinted into the crowd.

Leaving Zavakri stunned and gazing after her. In a few more seconds the world came crashing down and she realized that her Older Sister Duty was to chase after her, and so logical pathing set in.

Hours passed. The day passed. The sun began to set. She found herself alone at the entrance to the Carnival. She was hopeless, looking around in a manner best described as 'frantic' for any sign of her wayward sister. The carnival only came once every eight years- so far that was once in her lifetime!- and Detara had thoroughly secreted herself away in the crowd.

Zavakri needed help. She turned and accidentally bumped into two important-seeming Elves who had come to wave away the last of the guests. She lifted her face to them, enthralled in wonder by their visages. She asked if they knew where her sister was.

"Silly little screeching cricket," said Witch. "You forgot to buy a ticket."

"The carnival goes round and round," said Light. "The multiverse is our playground. Nothing's free and nothing's lost. Every visit has its cost."

---

Order. The world needed Order. The world needed Logic. The world needed a Foundation. Zavakri was a sinking girl with nowhere to plant her feet. No ropes to grab hold of. No ladders to climb. The weight of a lost sister forever on her shoulders. Depression claimed her. Absconded with the rest of her childhood and and waged a strong war against her lesser teenage years.

Nothing made any sense. The world was a hopeless spiral of guilt and shame. Nothing held her interest- certainly not the family farmstead, of which she was now the sole daughter of the lot and therefor the one tasked with assisting the mother with cleaning and cooking. Days blurred into weeks which blended into months which faded into forgotten years.

Until one day something clicked. It all started with a bump on the head. More precisely, a thrown apple. An apple thrown by a boy. A cute boy. A boy who was feeling brave today.

---

Zavakri had been sitting at the riverside, contemplating absolutely nothing and dreading absolutely everything, as she idled beside a laundry basket that desperately needed her attention. Three brothers and an uncle sharing the farmstead meant there was always plenty of cleaning to do, and never enough energy to contemplate the best order to do it all in. Which meant she had to trudge through inefficient cleaning methods and tasks, which only further spiraled her into her depressive state.

She sighed. Dramatically, mind you. A proper dejection. Then she leaned forward onto her knees and braced her elbows upon them, servicing her head with a platform of her hands as she rocked forward to stare down into the waters. It was a good, deep, existential crisis. Until the apple hit her upon the head.

It collided with her squarely. A proper throw, from an athletically inclined arm. She yelped, eyes wide, and watched the reflection of the apple as it arced through the air-

Let Apple equal X. Parabolic function presented, X moving at V of...Account for air resistance, coefficient F
d
...Let Hand, right, move to position coordinate X,Y,Z...

And swiftly snatched it out of the air with her right hand as her left rose slowly to rub at the soreness of the back of her head. It was a boyish method, to be sure, but it had accomplished its task. Zavakri lifted her eyes in what felt like the first time in her life.

And to top it all off, there was the spark of magic in the air.

---

"Do you see that, Rirvudd?" She whispered it quietly to the young man beside her. He was maybe a year older than her, and by now she herself was a woman of eighteen- and both yearned for more than the simple village they called home.

"Aye." He whispered back, smirking. "Though you'll have to explain it to me. I don't quite know what it is I'm seeing." It was easy bait, he knew she'd bite- he just liked listening to her ramble. And ramble she did;

It was a star- or perhaps a planet- maybe an asteroid?- It was impossible to tell with the naked eye, but from how Zavakri talked you wouldn't have known that. They were outside the village, high atop a nearby hill where they had an unobstructed view of the night sky. She waxed and waned about it all, clutching in her hands a quill and parchment- both well used by now. The quill's feather had practically withered away, whereas the parchment was meticulously filled with painstaking notes of astronomic geography. A detailed and thorough star map, gracefully and lovingly drawn by Zavakri herself.

After a polite amount of her torrential musings, Rirvudd cleared his throat and caught her eye.

"You can't avoid the festival every year, Kri." He said softly. Already the girl had tensed up and looked away, but he'd already tread upon the landmine. "Lliira's Night is a night of joy, dancing, fun-"

"I can't." She said quietly. "You know I can't, Riri, you know I can't." Despite her closed off physicality- her arms having dropped their possessions and fled to the safety of hugging her own torso- and visibly shaken nature, Rirvudd can be applauded for his boyish bravery for wrapping his arm around her and pulling her close. She accepted his offer of warmth and leaned her head upon his shoulder.

"...I would like to." she added, softly. "But I just can't. The music- the dancing- it reminds me of Tara. If I'd just-"

Rirvudd was ready for this. He wasn't about to let her do this to herself again.

"Baldur's Gate. It has an Astrolabe, right?"

"Well, a big city like that'd have a Planisphere, dioptra, an astrolabe-"

"You know what I mean. It'd have a proper facility for doing all this, right?"

"Well, yes. I suppose it would."

"Then come with me. To Baldur's Gate. Father said I was old enough to handle the Market trips. You and I both know that without you I'd be lost on the economics of it all, anyway, and end up costing the village some silver. Or, maybe, if you don't go with me I'd see a pretty skirt or two and lose my hea-"

Before he could conclude himself, Zavakri rolled her eyes and shoved him. He toppled over as if she'd pricked a balloon and tossed it aside. She crossed her legs and stared at him, leaning back against the rock they'd made their small camp against.

"You? Chasing skirts? Riri, you'd only be running because I'd be behind you about to tear that stupid beard off your face for even trying."

She stood up, her hands moving in the air-

Light is merely a visible interference on the electromagnetic spectrum...Light move in waves, waves have frequencies, frequencies have patterns, patterns are formulae...Let Light equal X, let wave length...

-And suddenly her hairband was glowing faintly, illuminating the area around them in a soft light.

"Of course I'll go with you. Now stand up and dance with me, you stupid boy, before I change my mind."

He would have been truly foolish not to take her outstretched hand. As it turns out, her rhythm was impeccable- though she did lack in style.

---

Zavakri arrived in Baldur's Gate sopping wet and cradling her work fervently in her arms like a mother would a sick babe. A storm had rolled in, ruined a portion of the harvest they'd come to sell, and forced Zavakri and Rirvudd to take shelter in a traveler's inn for several days before Zavakri managed to pry herself away from her lover. A storm could no longer delay her. A storm could no longer risk her timing.

She'd made sure of it. After their first few trips to Baldur's Gate, Zavakri's guidance and studies of the Markets coupled with Rirvudd's ability to talk a bird out of its feathers had resulted in the purchase of a low quality telescope. A low quality telescope had afforded Zavakri an infinite amount of study and furthering of her notes.

Her notes were now something precious indeed, and unless she was wrong- The math was there, it added up, it could not be wrong! The math is never wrong!- there was something very special happening indeed. She ran through the streets, her hood heavy with the rain but of that rustic farm quality that expects such burdens and thus still serviceable and safe to be wearing.

To her own senses, her footfalls felt like lightning and the echo of her steps rolled like the thunder. Haste was of the essence. It was happening tonight, and if she could prove it there's no way they'd turn her away this time!

Every trip she'd approach the sages of Baldur's Gate with her studies and findings only to be refuted and turned away or otherwise doubted by those with more practical education and study than her- prejudice against the plain peasant girl as brazen as a bull within the higher tier educated society of the big city.

Every trip she swore she'd return with more knowledge and more passion until one day she'd truly amaze them.

Turns out this was the trip, she was right.

The Garden had shifted in its orbit a fraction of a degree! The implications of such a thing-

While to the rest of us this may seem absolutely inconsequential and ludicrously infinitesimal, to those who watch the sky for a living such a claim has centuries of interest baked into it. For it to have been noticed by Zavakri of all people?

Why, it earned her a job. Doing exactly what she spent all those years on a hilltop doing for free, she was now to be paid and lauded for.

---

A year passed, her spirits higher than ever- but her mannerisms all the more eccentric. She and Rirvudd were engaged now, but their work kept them separate for much time. She was often required to keep an eye on some such thing in the stars, and his work had grown under her advisement from simple village merchant into that of a fledgling caravanner. Things were looking up for them.

It is perhaps unfortunate that the two had lost track of time in their joy. Rirvudd was away on a trip to Waterdeep when the news came and took Zavakri by storm; The Witchlight Carnival was returning. Her world shook, fractures appearing in the stable foundation of her life.

She'd never sought adventure before. Danger was something that happened to other people- her career was built on all the action happening an incomprehensible distance away!... but she had to go back. Curiosity had always been her greatest strength, and greatest weakness. She had to find out what had become of Detara.

She'd only been as certain of one other thing in her life.

Stat Generation
Rolled That 4d6 And Lived With It.

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Witchlight Carnival
The Fourth Hour

What Happens Next...

The bugbear looks to Aurora, and with a wave of his hand, he reassures her and the rest of the group, "No, you haven't done anything wrong. While I don't know what they want to talk to you about, I can assure you that there's nothing to worry about. The bosses are in high spirits,"

He then turns to lead the group to management and repeats, "Please, come this way,"

[Assistant]
Tsak Vlos

---

Tsak starts to somewhat pay attention towards the end of the dual, clapping when everyone else does. She would notice Burly's nod, nodding back at him before looking around and following the bugbear.

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Brutrumukk

Once the show was finally over for real this time, Brutrumukk picked up Jub and placed his newfound shoulder goblin on his shoulder. "That was some good stuff ya did back there, booyagh." Brutrumukk said to Jub as he made to clear out with the crowd. "Now that that's over, what say you an' I 'ead on over to the Feastin' Orchard again. I dunno about you, but I've got an 'unger on!" Before Jub could answer though, Burly the Bugbear would come along and ask the party to follow him to see the bosses. "Well this should be interestin'." Brutrumukk said to Jub before following the other Burly's lead and listening quietly to the conversations the others were having with this new bugbear.

[Assistant] Zavakri fell strangely silent and occupied herself at the rear of the party, mentally forming herself into a queue with the others, as the bugbear declared that the management needed to see them. Because of course it did; why else would they have been given tickets? She licked her lips, mentally preparing herself against the dread horror she experienced, as she followed along.


[System]
* Age: 22, although due to her height she's often thought to be younger.
* Gender: Female
* Race: Half-dwarf. All this really means is she'll live slightly longer than a human would (barring accidents or illness), is a bit short and has to shave roughly once a month.
* Appearance: Something like this. Like her dwarven ancestors, she often takes the no-nonsense approach to problems.
* Personality: To the casual observer, it would seem that Martina predominantly takes from her dwarfish side, being rather gruff and overly serious. She is an exceptionally hard worker and stubbornly refuses to give anything less than her all towards any given task. However, closer inspection will reveal that she does take quite a lot from her mother too, as she is rather open-minded and curious as humans are wont to be. To her, the most important thing is to follow her duty, and this combined with her dwarfish stubborness and her human recklessness means that if she is told to hold the line, she will damn well hold the line until her dying breath.
* Brief Backstory:Dwarfs are an uncommon sight in Thaln, but they're not entirely unknown of. Every so often, traders and merchants emerge from their mountain homes and head to human settlements, intending to trade the metals and gemstones they mined and the exceptional weapons and armour they smithed for materials and supplies that are much rarer in the mountains. And whilst many of them immediately return to the mountains when their business is done, one dwarf in particular found himself setting up permanent residence in Aimlenn. His name was Aaron Stonehammer, and with the skills and knowledge gained after over a century spent in the business he found himself being voted in as the head of the city's Merchants Guild. Such a position allowed him to mingle with the higher parts of society, and it wasn't very long before her met one Lady Lieselotte Blumenthal, a minor noble whose family had a strong association with the guild. Soon, despite how unorthodox it may have seemed to others, the two fell in love, and... Well, the result was Martina, formed from the rare union of dwarf and human.

Despite having to put up with a bit of prejudice due to her nature as a halfbreed, Martina seemed to grow up rather well-adjusted. Whilst she intends to eventually inherit the family business (as her father has taught her is the dwarfish tradition), she also had an inherent need to prove her martial prowess (...as her father has taught her is the dwarfish tradition). Thus, as soon as she was of age she joined the Iron Rose Knights... Although she often has to juggle her obligations to the knights with her obligation to learn the family trade, and occasionally takes time off to do so. Despite this, she's as dedicated to both as she can possibly be, a testament to the dwarf blood that flows through her veins.
* Equipment: Martina wields a finely crafted dwarven warhammer and shield, and wears a suit of mail under her tunic. The hammer is a heirloom of her father's side of the family, and as can be expected from an ancestral dwarfish weapon it is engraved with runes of magical power; due to this, it becomes superheated whenever she swings it with the intent to cause harm.
* Skills: Martina is a mighty warrior; she has to be, otherwise it would bring shame to her ancestors. She specializes in close-quarters combat, often charging into the thick of things where her hammer can do the most damage. As a testament to her dwarfish heritage, whilst on the warpath she is like the mountains; relentless, indomitable and refusing to budge an inch once she's dug herself in. Aside from warfare, she's also rather knowledgable in the fields of economics, and is able to easily appraise the value of numerous objects if given enough time to give them a good look over.

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"... Th-that's jut the kinds of things I meant!" Bethany said, desperately, in response to Tiral's questioning. Was she not getting herself across better? Ahh, this was a bad idea, wasn't it... no, no, she had to focus and try and thing through. She was trying to be helpful, after all. She took a deep breath to try and calm herself down, exhaling heavily as she did, then inhaling once more. Calm down. Relax. Just reply.

"I-I have both. Guilder's modified scrying spell is p-perfect for the latter," she responded, "This is exactly what I mean, th-though! What you n-need is to build your spell l-library, so you can contribute in b-battle both in the front lines and in back. Y-you're above average in terms of magil, so y-you shouldn't be tiring easily."

There. That was... helpful, wasn't it?

---

As the argument escalated, the Princess's mood soured further and further. These were the Noble Iron Rose Knights, and yet here... not only were they speaking so ill of their captain, but they also showed no faith in their tradition. Certainly, Fanilly was inexperienced, but... wasn't Saint Elionne no older then sixteen, as well? Eliabelle herself was merely sixteen! This lack of faith almost felt like a personal insult. And then to mount an attack on the Immortal Knight herself... to say the least, the Princess had gone from cheerful to furious in a rather short span of time.

By the time another of the knights, one who was a foreign nobleman as well, approached and introduced himself, she was in no mood to talk.

"I'm sorry, Count Thorn," she began, her voice wavering but level as she turned to look away from the knights, "But I'm no longer in a mood to talk. The faithlessness of petulant children in knight's armor has thoroughly soured my mo-ah?!"

Eliabelle felt a hand wrap around her wrist and begin pulling her away. Immediately, she looked to see who it was, and was surprised to see the confusingly-diminutive form of the Immortal Knight tugging her along through the crowds.

"M... Marmalade? Ah, I haven't... eaten yet, er..." Eliabelle stumbled over herself, her anger cooling slightly as she was taken off-guard. Why she was introduced as a knight...?"

"Ah, er, you are, as I understand," she added, still rather off-center from her sudden abduction, "You... are a Duchess? I know you ascended to the position..."

She trailed off for a few moments...

---

Fanilly couldn't help but laugh a little to herself when she saw Tyaethe's reaction to Martina's comment. The smallish blonde probably wouldn't have acted so... physically, but that didn't stop her from finding it amusing. It helped cool the stress that she was reluctant to admit had been mounting slightly. She simply wasn't used to such large events, even as a noble girl. It didn't help that, moments later, there was quite a commotion from the direction Tyaethe had gone. Was there an argument? The Knight-Captain couldn't make out what was being said. Moments before she went to investigate, however, Tyaethe reappeared... dragging the Princess with her?

Fanilly looked on in shock as the taller girl came to a halt.

"P-Princess Eliabelle!" she said, abruptly, unprepared. She wasn't particularly composed or ready to speak with the Princess, but, well... there she was. "Your Highness, ah, this party has been splendid!"

And yet, the Princess seemed... flustered? Almost irritated...

"... I... I'm glad to hear that, Knight-Captain, and very happy to meet you at last," the Princess said, after taking a deep breath, "I'm pleased that you've been enjoying yourself, though I can't say the night has gone well any longer."

"... Ah? Your highness? What do you mean...?" Fanilly asked. Was this something to do with all that commotion...?

Before Eliabelle responded, Fanilly caught something out of the corner of her eye. It was... a pointed travelling hat? A long, bobbing staff? For a moment, the girl swore she saw the shape of a little girl... but as she turned to look entirely, she was gone.

What she did see was quite different.

A small, diminutive figure seemed to appear from no-where. She was female, by appearances, hooded and clad in a shirt and jacket, with leather armor on her arms and legs. She was incredibly short, and what could be glimpsed of her face was extremely pale skin, a bit of black hair hanging down beneath the hood, and crimson eyes.

The most important fact, however, was the small hand crossbow being leveled at the Princess.

Fanilly's eyes widened, and she did the first thing that came to mind.

"GET DOWN!"

She threw herself forward. Grabbing the surprised girl, she threw her to the ground, and felt a rush of air as the crossbow fired, and a bolt hurtled past them. It buried itself in the back wall.

Fanilly's head snapped up immediately, and she saw those crimson eyes widen.

"ASSASSIN!" the blonde girl cried, drawing her sword and leaping up to her feet, above a stunned and bewildered Eliabelle, "Iron Roses, to arms! Stop her!"

The small figure spun immediately and darted into the rapidly-clearing crowds. She was making for the exit...! How was it she hadn't been seen before?!

[Assistant]
Christina leaped forward as the bolt struck the wall. Silently cursing her inattentiveness, she was at her captain's side in an instant among the screaming crowd. She drew her dagger, a primarily defensive weapon suited for her. "Captain, I can guard the princess. The assassin may be running toward backup." Taking a defensive stance, she had already started whispering the Barrier spell under her breath.

Normally when she cast this spell, she used something metal as an anchor, but her shield was back at the Headquarters and the princess wasn't wearing any armor. Instead, Christina put more effort into the spell, willing it to settle into a dome around her and the princess. Only a slight shimmer in the air indicated that anything had happened, but the spell's effectiveness was confirmed when a nobleman ran full tilt into it, bouncing off and creating a ripple through the dome. Sweat beaded the knight's face as the spell drew more effort than it ever had before, but still she stood ready to fight anybody who made it inside her perimeter.

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She'd ascended to the highest echelon of nobility? When? More importantly, how had she managed to achieve that and not even get notified of the change? Though maybe she had... it wasn't entirely impossible that she'd missed a written missive and paid no attention to a courier sent to explain it in person. If it was inheritance related, it could just be that nobody had thought to actually tell her and assumed that like all members of the nobility, large or small, Tyaethe cared about inheritance.

This was all rendered totally irrelevant.

Someone had tried to kill the princess. Someone had dared to attempt an assassination on the watch of the Iron Roses. Fanilly's order passed overhead, with the paladin's goal already set in stone: immobilise the criminal and search them if they happened to die. With anger still burning away, this seemed like a far more acceptable vent for her frustrations...

Tyaethe reflexively drew her blade, focusing on the diminutive assassin, and launched herself with disproportionate force. She clearly wasn't operating on mere physical limits, as no child could swing the sword easily... let alone somersault through the air for a devastating but blatant attempt to bisect their enemy. At range.

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"Oi!" It was the only response she could give Tyaethe, really, as the only knight even smaller than Martina immediately made a beeline towards the princess and began yelling really loud about the captain. Humans were such hypocrites, weren't they? After all, when Martina yelled the captain's praises that loud all she got was "quieten down, Martina" and "you're making a scene, Martina" and "my butt isn't really that big, Martina, stop talking about it please seriously".

Not especially wanting to fight with the undead knight, however, she merely quaffed back another ale. She'd lost count of how much she'd drank, really; for a dwarf, any question along the lines of "are you drunk?" was inevitably answered with three words: "I'm a dwarf".

Some of the other knights had started an argument, but thankfully Martina was too far away to hear. Dwarfs took tradition seriously, after all, and, well... She would've just started cracking heads together if she'd heard what was going on. Still, it seemed to upset the princess, who had been dragged off by Tyaethe and was mumbling something about marmalade as they passed her and Fanilly. But before she could make another off-colour remark...

"...ASSASSIN!" yelled the half-dwarf, louder and deeper than Fanilly could manage, her voice rumbling throughout the ballroom even as she ripped the hem of her dress (why was it so frilly? She looked like a bloody elf in this ugly thing!) and nodded to the captain, before immediately giving chase. The captain could take care of the princess, after all, but... But something as cowardly as an assassination attempt could not be forgiven. The would-be killer would have to answer to justice, and she was going to ensure it even if she had to beat an explanation out of them personally.

Martina screamed out... Something rather gutteral sounding in dwarfish as she lunged towards the assassin. Despite her small frame, she was half-dwarf, and underneath that nightmare of frills she was wearing lay a hard and compact series of muscle. To put it lightly, she was quite a bit stronger than her height implied, and with this muscle behind her she proceeded to try and tackle the assassin to the ground...


[System]
age: Appears about 24
Appearance: standing at about six feet and three inches, Cinead has a rather intimidating presence about him. He has a muscular rounded build to his body, with broad shoulders and a deep chest. His hair is a light chocolatey Brown in color, with infrequent blonde highlights, and has a natural curl to it that makes it crinkle and curl around his ears, forehead and neck. His skin is a darkly tanned caramel, lending an exotic feel to his sharp cheek bones, angled jawline, and his slightly slanted almond shaped eyes. These are hazel in their coloring, a dark green around the outer edges and a lighter caramel color around the pupils. He rarely smiles, but when this does happen, the emotion shows more strongly within his eyes.
 dragon appearance: easily the size of a double-decker bus, Cinead's dragon form has a classically European shape with a long neck and tail, four legs, and a massive pair of bat like wings. Primarily white in color, his throat, chin, belly, and underside of his tail darken to an ashy grey. His scales are then accented with the brightest of crimsons. The scales starting from his snout to about halfway down his long sinewy neck are edged in red along their back halves, The color slowly fading as it extends down onto his neck. Similarly, the same Crimson pattern extends the length of his tail, eventually fading as it reaches the point where the limb connects with his haunches. Each of his large wings appear as if they have been dragged through paint, each outermost tip drenched in The same fiery color with traces of it extending halfway up onto the limbs. Edges of red can also be seen adorning the majority of the scales on each of his paws. His triangular head sports a pair of slender ribbed horns that have a gentle curve to them as they extend away from his skull. In this form, his eyes are a bright golden yellow, with slitted cat like pupils.

[User] Anna had managed to calm herself after a minute. Who was she kidding with this stupid crush. Her reaction to him being so close probably a good enough sign of her feelings. She might as well write it on her forehead to make it any more obvious at this point. He looked pensive again and she just mentally sighed. It was pointless to try and hide it, but she might as well do it anyway. If he had to think it was more likely to be a no. "It's not your fault. Besides, you seem to like being a bit aloof." She joked lightly. "And tip for the future, don't do that to every girl you encounter." She added as she gestured to their hands and how close they were. "You could send the wrong idea to them or anyone else." She smiled a little and slowly removed her hand from his. She noticed that her hand felt a little cold because she wanted to continue holding his hand, but she ignored the feeling and put her head back down.

[Assistant] The corners of his mouth quirked up as some semblance of her good humor returned. "Force of habit." Cinead said in the way of explanation to his being evasive in the details he shared. His eyebrows then lifted as Anna then offered some advice, gesturing with her free hand to their proximity and her hand still engulfed in his. He felt a distinctive, and rather surprising, sense of loss as she pulled her hand free a moment later, his hand somewhat colder than it had been before. Disguising the baffling sense of discomfort by tilting his head and lifting his eyebrows Cin leaned back in his seat the rest of the way, pulling his hand back into his lap. "that is good advice. If any other girl in the future should show a desire to be Friends with me, I will do my best to refrain from giving them the wrong idea." She had once again placed her head back on the table and he allowed himself one brief furrow of his eyebrows before he had to look away, the professor finally heading towards the front of the room and calling the class to order.

[User] "Interesting habit." She chuckled. He seemed surprised by something when she gave him her small piece of advice and supposed it was normal. He probably thought she wanted more physical contact because of her crush or something. She usually preferred a small distance when it came to touching the person she had a crush on. The flood gates opened when and if they started dating. She nodded and chuckled a little. "Yeah, you don't want every girl you meet having a crush on you." She joked as she put her head down. She lifted her head soon after she heard the professor come into the room. She mumbled something about her car having a bit of trouble, which was why she was a little late this morning.

[Assistant]
If any other girl would even talk to me... Cinead thought ruefully as he pulled out a notebook and pencil from his bag, clicking lead into place and focusing his gaze onto the professor, who had started a lecture on what he assumed had something to do with muscle structures, if the diagram he had pulled up on the projector was anything to go by. But after a few seconds, he found himself blinking, having not taken in a word that have been said, his thoughts distracted. Attempting to focus his thoughts, Cin repeated the next several sentences in his head, putting pencil to paper and trying to discern relevant information. Gradually, his thoughts drifted once more however, casting a few surreptitious looks towards Anna. Absently, he doodled in his notebook, beginning to go over the benefits and consequences of pursuing a relationship with the woman next to him.

Before he knew quite how it happened, he found himself blinking down at a halfway decent picture he had drawn of a dragon rearing up on its hind legs, wings partially unfurled as a gout of flames shot from its open maw. Considering the image thoughtfully, wondering if his more instinctual side was trying to tell him something, Cin tapped an image standing behind the dragon, a young woman with curly dark hair, watching the dragon with the look of adoration... At that moment, he found himself coming to a conclusion. Perhaps, if he was careful, he could pursue a relationship with Anna. Though he hoped that the image he had drawn on the page before him never came true. Not even strong loving Anna would be able to look at him with any level of admiration if she knew what he truly was...

There was a sudden flurry of motion around him, People standing and collecting bags and books, chatting happily with their neighbors. It took several seconds for Cinead to register what was going on, why people were quite suddenly leaving the room. The lecture was over. Glancing back down at his notebook, not a single sentence having been written, he released a brief huff of wry amusement. He had wasted the entire hour in his own mind. Glancing towards Anna, he revised his thought. He had spent his time wisely considering The best decision to make on a serious situation.

"would you still like to go to lunch together?" He asked, hopeful that she was still in a good enough humor to go with him.

[User]
Anna had managed to push most of her thoughts away for the first half of the lecture. She had drawn a few diagrams and taken a good amount of notes. She did, however, start zoning out when the professor went on a semi-tangent and started talking about how she had met her husband over a muscle injury. Her mind drifted to why she felt so randomly drawn to the man next to her. Usually it took her longer to develop a crush. But she guessed a lot of things were different when it came to Cin. She never really met guys like him, not to mention as tall. He also had this way of being that seemed so foreign but also extremely intriguing(and admittedly a little alluring).

She had caught herself accidentally messing up a previously perfect picture of a muscle sprain with small doodles of hearts and small faces that were in a daze. Great. She really hoped she could save that particular diagram later.

Anna tuned back into the class for the last few minutes and managed to take a few more notes after that. Anna glanced over at Cin and wondered if he was gonna still go for lunch and was a bit happy when he did. She finished putting her stuff away and silently vowed to read the textbook chapter again as she smiled up at him with a nod. "Of course." The small girl felt a vibrate in her pocket and would check it while he was ordering or something.

[Assistant] Collecting his things and placing them back into his bag, Cinead got to his feet and stretched, his back popping after having sat in one position for so long. Glancing down at Anna, he felt relieved as a characteristic smile touched her face. "excellent. Where would you like to go?" He inquired, trying to remember some of the other nearby restaurants. He thought he remembered there being some sort of vegan restaurant that was being advertised and silently hoped that Anna didn't have any desire to go there, he hated most vegetables. He heard her phone vibrate, but she didn't check it immediately, And Cin briefly wondered if her texting earlier had been the cause for her momentary display of depression.

[User] Anna stood up after him, making sure she had everything before getting ready to go out for lunch. "Hmm, since we went for sandwiches yesterday, why not go for some pizza? There is this awesome place a bit farther than the deli, but I love it there." She explained, a somewhat hungry look flashing across her face. Having some good food would be a great distraction from her crush on him right now. That and she was just dying for an excuse to get a 3 cheese pizza from there again. It was heavenly the last time she ordered some. "It's called Buchelli's Pizza, have you been there before?" She asked as she started to walk out of the classroom with Cin.

[Assistant]
Following after Anna and then adjusting his stride to allow the shorter woman an easier time of walking next to him, Cinead considered the proposition of going to get pizza. He had never personally tried that particular food, not having found the idea of cheese covered bread appealing to his carnivorous appetite. And from what he remembered, they had a tendency to put vegetables on the top. He hated vegetables. But perhaps, in light of his recent commitment and the obvious excitement he could tell Anna had for the idea, he would give Pizza a try.

"No, I've never been. I have honestly never tried pizza before. But you sound excited about it." He said, working on being a bit more honest and open about his thoughts. " i'm not opposed to going."

[User]
Anna had been able to keep up with him, especially with his adjusted stride. She silently cursed his long legs but pulled out her phone to look at the website for the place. "Let us see what's on the menu, eh?" She giggled with glee. She had been about to rattle off the specials and general types of pizza on said menu but then he had mentioned that he had never tried pizza before. The shorter girl paused, looked up at him and gasped.

"Never had pizza?! What next?! You never had ice cream-no! Don't answer that! That's it! We are taking you this second to try some!!! The specials of the day are the Ultimate Meat Lovers and Hawaiian, but I can get you a normal cheese to see how you like the plain." She marched up to him, grabbed his wrist and started marching ahead of him with a determined look on her face. She had been so occupied with the idea of him needing to try pizza, she didn't even realize they were kind of holding hands again.

[Assistant] What on earth is ice cream... Cinead thought confusedly, Drawing his eyebrows together and casting a baffled expression towards Anna. He was about to ask her when she preemptively stopped him, as if the idea was somehow painful to her. Before he could quite wrap his head around this idea, she had determinedly marched up to him, taking his wrist in a firm grasp and beginning to tow him out of the building at a quick pace, resolutely stating that she was bound and determined to get him to try pizza. The entire thing had another laugh bubbling up from his chest. "The meat lovers sounds promising." He mused aloud, hopeful at the idea of a pizza promoted specifically to those who loved to eat meat. Perfect for a carnivore.

[User] She looked even more pained when he had a baffled expression on what Ice cream was. "We'll revisit ice cream another day." She sighed. The shorter of the 2 grinned at his laugh. At least he found this amusing. "Yes the Meat Lovers there is so good! It's smothered in pieces of steak, bacon and ham. It's almost as good as the 3 cheese in my opinion." She explained as they exited the building and started through the small crowd that was outside of it. Anna groaned again but started pushing through, her determined look growing a bit more intense as she lead him through .

[Assistant]
Steak, bacon, and ham. All things he had luckily previously tried and found to be enjoyable, most notably the steak. And that made him feel less apprehensive about trying pizza. He made an agreeable noise in his throat in response.

After a moment, Cinead began to notice that the crowd was beginning to part much more quickly before them, making the going easier. That either had something to do with Anna's determination and the expression on her face or the wide berth people usually gave him. Whichever the underlying cause, he was grateful for the decrease in the press of bodies. "Will we be needing to drive or will we be all right to walk the distance?" He finally asked, trying to judge the trajectory of their path.

[User] Anna was pleased with his agreement. "You still have to try plain pizza before you get the Meat Lovers." She reminded him as she continued dragging him. Cin was not the only one who noticed the now somewhat easier trek through the crowd. Maybe it was for Cin and nobody wanting to be in the big guy's way. She looked back at him when he asked about how they were going to get there. "We can walk. It's a couple stores down from the deli we ate at yesterday." She explained as the emerged from the crowd. "Do you want to get something from your car before we go?"

[Assistant]
"As you wish." Was his response to her insistence that he needed to try plain pizza before he got to the meat lovers. Cheese, he supposed, should be relatively acceptable. And Anna was most likely not going to let him get out of trying the plain easily, So there really wasn't any point to fighting her about it. He could except the experience to try something new. Although he probably would have to draw the line at vegetables. Hopefully nothing of the sort came up.

Giving his head a shake as Anna looked back towards him and asked about needing to go to his car, Cinead said, "There's nothing there that I need, no. I was merely curious if it would be easier to get to our destination by driving. But if it is just a little past where we bumped into each other yesterday, I have no complaints about walking." His eyes lit with amusement at the memories of yesterday, crinkling somewhat around there edges.


[System]
Age: 17

Parent: Nemesis

Personality: Hunter is one of those people who tries to be a good person, But always tends to come across as a bad guy. He gets defensive of what he believes and of the people closest to him. Hunter also tends to pick sides very fast in most conflicts.

Weapons: Hunter uses a four foot sword as his main weapon, As his two back ups he keeps a modified hatchet and varies knives. He has experience with many firearms but he rarely carries one with him.

Powers: Hunters powers are limited because of his Mother being a minor goddess. He holds the power to bring peoples worst regrets to them, This power is limited to weak willed such as mortals, or to people who have a strong connection to what they regret most.

Bio: Hunter never got along with the gods, He always blamed the gods for how demigods were treated. He wasn't claimed until he turned 14 and by that point he already formed hate for the gods. He was a minor officer int he Titan army during the titan war. He is Infamous for riding a tank and screaming "PAYBACK TIME!", then later running said tank into a bridge support. Even after the Titan war Hunter eventually came back to camp. Though serving with the titans for much of the war it was hard for Hunter to rejoin camp half blood. He eventually left camp to try an survive on his own, Or at least until the gods started their new run for power.

Appearance: Hunter stands about 5' 11" with partially burnt brown hair. His eyes were originally brown but on his left eye he wears an eye patch, under that his eye is a light gray color. He wears thick jeans, a T-shirt and an light open jacket over his shirt.

[User]
Teia looked at the two demigods. She'd been following them for sometime. They were powerful, with incredible futures ahead of them. Standing just within ear shot, she listened to the boys, Jason, story with mild interest.

Up till now, Teia had been behind the scenes, whispering into the minds of demigods, molding the future. But now, she decided to step up, male herself known. Well, kinda. With a deep breath, she walks towards the two, arms held out as to not trigger the powerful demigods instincts to kill her.

"Hello. I am Adrasteia, daughter of Moros."

[Assistant]
Estelle gazed down at Jason in silence, absorbing his story. All this had happened while she had been locked away in Fallen Shadows? Wow, it was a lot to take in for sure. As she opened her mouth to give a reply she paused upon hearing a voice call out to them. Surprised, she looked down and saw a girl approaching them. This was a demi-god she had never seen before. Moros. That was the God of Doom. That must suck, having him for a parent. At least the only thing her father did was hide her away. As she opened her mouth the question the newcomer a presence made her freeze as she slowly turned and looked up.

Crimson eyes glowed down at her, set above a wide smile. Estelle's eyes widened as her body locked. "Loki." The name fell from her lips like a stone and the smile widened as the boy that looked around her age bowed low. "So nice of you to remember me Estelle. How have you faired in your new home?" Suddenly his smile turned cold as he glared down at her. "You escaped from me my dear. That wasn't a nice thing to do. Especially when I was so close to breaking you."

Loki sighed and leaned against the tree as his eyes flickered to Jason and the other girl. He tilted his head as he stared at Jason. "So this is the boy that kept you sane all those years. I expected…more.." He turned his attention back to Estelle who had remained frozen the entire time, stepping closer to the girl. As he leaned down to examine her face her body began trembling. He grinned, the smile anything but kind as he reached up to brush a hand against her cheek. A small whimper escaped her and his grin widened. "Still having those nightmares?" He chuckled.

When she remained silent his expression hardened. "I asked you a question Little Star." Estelle flinched like she had been struck, almost falling off the tree branch. He chuckled again as he stood straight. "Have you been enjoying the God's show on the mortal world? It's so delightful isn't it?" He said with a laugh, eyes gleaming with an eerie glow.

Estelle finally managed to find her words. "W-Why aren't you going crazy like the other Gods?" Loki began laughing as if she had just told him a funny joke. "Can't go crazy if you were already insane in the first place. Isn't that right Mary?" He asked the doll that had been resting on his right shoulder. Hearing an answer no one else could Loki then turned back to Estelle, taking a step closer to her. "It's been a treat seeing you again darling but I'm afraid I must be going. Things to do, cities to destroy. You know how it is." He giggled as he bowed to them before promptly disappearing.

Estelle remained frozen there, hands clenching the tree branch in front of her. Her body was shaking and her eyes had a vacant expression to them, the blue contrasting vividly against her bloodless cheeks. Seeing Loki had brought back memories she would rather forget, horrors that haunt her every dream and sometimes even when she was awake.

[User] Jason lunged towards the god, who disappeared just before the boy managed to catch him. Jason growled in anger. "COME BACK AND FACE ME, COWARD. I SWEAR I'LL YEAR YOU APART" He screamed as he looked around, protective over the girl behind him. Then he turned to look at Estelle. "Shit." He said before looking at Teia. "You. Daughter of Moros. Come here. Help me get her back to camp" Jason said to Teia quickly.

[Assistant] "Oh, well its nice to meet you too." She laughed, stepping forward to support the shaky girl. "And I'd prefer to be called Teia." Looking back and forth between the two, she smiled. Teia was gifted with the future, and the future of these two was very entertaining. 'Oh this will be fun..' She thought to herself.

[User]
When they reached the camp there was a rush of wind as Phoenix landed. He had been away hunting but had come speeding back upon feeling how distressed Estelle was. He gently took the girl from Jason and cradled her to his chest, mind enveloping hers. Estelle? What is it? What's wrong? He waited anxiously for an answer. The reply came, weak and fragile. Loki...

All it took was that one word and a snarl escaped Phoenix, smoke curling from his nostrils, rage filling him upon hearing that name. He knew exactly what the God had done to Estelle and just thinking about it made the dragon want to rip the insane deity limb from limb. He glanced around at the gathering demigods that wanted to know what was wrong. Knowing Estelle wouldn't want the others to see her like that, Phoenix pressed her closer to his breast and spread his wings, taking to the air.

He flew up high over the camp, hoping the feeling of the soothing wind would calm the girl. After flying for a few minutes he felt Estelle stir and he slowly released her as she spread her own wings and began drifting next to him. She then quietly filled him in on the meeting between herself and Loki, Phoenix injecting growls here and there. Once the tale was finished they drifted silently next to her.

Estelle was wrapped in her own thoughts and Phoenix knew well enough to leave her be for the moment. Estelle knew that next time she was face-to-face with the God, she couldn't freeze up. She couldn't let her fears get the better of her. She would be ready next time he decided to pay her a visit.

[Assistant]
Jason watched as Phoenix took Estelle and took off. He debated going after her but decided that the demigods on the ground needed him much more at the moment. "Get back to your duties. Let's ensure they can't launch another attack like this morning" He says to them. They all nod and move off to continue working on making the camp a large fortress. Jason turned to Teia.

"So, Teia... your father is Moros?" He said, trying to get a feel in his mind for what this girl could do. Also trying to figure out whether or not she is an enemy of his. The boy crossed his arms as waited for an answer

[User] Teia wore a ghost of a smile, looking down before straight back up into Jason's eye . "He created me, yes." She was unsure of just how much to reveal. Fate was a fickle thing, a little to much knowledge could throw it off course. "I intend to serve with you and the other Demigods to over throw the Olympians. I ask for nothing special, I'll be happy with a foot soldier position."

[Assistant]
Phoenix and Estelle flew for a few moments more before Estelle asked when Phoenix had eaten. He then admitted he had stopped his hunt and flew back upon feeling her fear. A sense of guilt washed over her and she angled her wings towards the west, stating they had time for him to hunt and maybe pick something up for the camp to eat tonight. Phoenix agreed and off they went. They returned an hour later with a cow clenched in Phoenix's claws. They dropped it off at the Dining Pavilion where Phoenix stayed to help prepare the animal for the meal. A few of the kids from the Demeter cabin showed up to help.

As Estelle left the pavilion she knew that they would be no burning food for the Gods tonight. She gazed around, noting that the rest were hard at work fortifying the camp. She eventually spotted Jason and she walked over, giving him and Teia a small smile. She felt better than she did earlier though she was rather embarrassed they had to see her like that.

[User]
Jason studied Teia. "You're hiding something. I'll grant you the benefit of doubt, but mark my words. Betray us and you will beg me to kill you" He says simply before looking her over a second time. "Welcome to the Cause" He says. The boy was interrupted by the return of Estelle. He turned around upon seeing her and hugged her tightly.

"If that bastard dares show his face again I swear I'm going to tear it off" He says softly into her ear, trying to comfort the girl as he had during times of old.

[Assistant]
Estelle felt a jolt of surprise run through her when Jason turned and hugged her. She stood there awkwardly for a few seconds, not used to display of affections like this. She wasn't used to affection at actually, human affection that is. Phoenix shows affection but its in a different way, a sibling or parental way. Was Jason hugging her like a friend? She couldn't imagine what else it could be. Her arms came up and she hesitantly wrapped them around him, wondering if she was doing it right. Having been locked away in a place where affection is nonexist and pain and misery is the very air the doctors breathed, she hadn't been hugged since the last time she had seen Jason, which was fourteen years ago.

After a few moments passed she felt her body relaxing against him, resting her head against his chest. She heard it rumble as he talked and she looked up at him. "He'll be back, he just can't seem to leave me alone." She replied back softly.

[User] "Then he will beg me to kill him." He whispered quietly to her. Holding the girl for a bit longer before he let go and stared at Estelle. "So. We've got to figure out how we are going to strike back against the Gods, now then don't we? " He askes the girl.

[Assistant]
Hunter would walk up to the demigods. "Excuse me, But fighting the gods isn't so... easy." Hunter would point to his eye patch. "A handful of us still remember the effect from last time we tried. But if you remember New York, it didn't work, at all. Only this time, the gods are out for blood. A lot of it." Hunter would sigh. "So unless you have a plan, to take out the gods, Most these demigods are too scared to fight their parents, or to fight them again. But the ones that are still willing to fight, Those are the ones you are going to need the most right now."

Hunter would look at them. "Oh ya, i'm Hunter, Former field officer for the Titan army. And the main reason you guys didn't have a tank to deal with at the empire state building." His ego fueled, Now he feels he was correct, for once a lot more demigods have noticed the corrupt power ofthe gods, or are scared enough to stand up to them.

Hunter would hold his hand out to shake.

[User] Jason looks at the boy in front of him. "Don't tell me how to fight my war. My Legion had more victories than this camp and they were all terrified. Only an idiot isn't scared when they fight. I have many ideas of how to kill the Gods. Besides, I've killed bigger than the Gods"

[Assistant] Hunters smile continued. "Right you are! But fear can only get you so far in a fight, And we are not fighting just One god, We are fighting all of them. Think about something, at any given time there's about 300-600 demigods between the two camps. If I am wrong feel free to correct me, But how many of those 600 do you think are still alive right now?" By this point Hunters smile was gone. "Most of us are in too poor condition to fight, either by physical injury or by emotional. We are not ready for another God war. If you have a plan, great. But we need to do something with the demigods who can't fight. Camp isn't safe anymore."