[System]
"It doesn't really matter what you try, this is your final destination."

(Closest images I could find. Clothing in extras.)

Closest hairstyle reference:
Nickname(s): The Ghost/Geist, Smiley, Der Bluthund.
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Occupation: Contractor primarily for the German government

Appearance Details
Hair color: White
Skin tone: Pale (Near White)
Scars: Faded stab wound scar on his left forearm on both sides. (Blade went through his forearm)
Tattoos/Piercings: NA
Height/Weight: 6' 0.5", 180 pounds

Fears: Betrayal, aging, loss, bright lights and high heat.
Talents: Quickdraw, sharpshooter, cooking, custom weapons and ammunition, advanced investigative and tracking skills, photographic memory.

Personality: Nemo has always been a rather eccentric person both physically and mentally. Even though he wasn't exactly reclusive or anti-social, his habits often left him by himself. He tries to display himself as the most charming and polite person he can nowadays. But below his methodical behavior, he seems to be a bit unstable and cruel in times of extreme duress.

Nemo is particularly well read and uses his knowledge often in the field. While this boosts his preparedness, he is weak to surprises and new tactics. He is a natural interrogator and has a knack for sniffing out lies and getting information. He finds the process highly entertaining. Labeled a borderline sadomasochist, Nemo is someone who seems to greatly enjoy the duties and risks of his job and has a very high tolerance to pain.

Not all days are spent working however. Nemo has an obsession for all things high class or vintage. Most of his days off he spends listening to classical music and indulging his senses any way he can. His custom equipment and clothing reflect his interests. His hobbies have calmed him over the years, resulting in a more slow and relaxed approach to situations.

Biography: Nemo was born as a orphan in Cologne, Germany. He studied at a local school and passed through with relative ease. However despite his high success, his biggest downfall was the hard time people had working with him and his violent tendencies. To compensate, Nemo only focused more on his personal abilities. His lack of any real social ties and display of exceptional skills made him a prime target for the government. At the age of eighteen he was approached by the German Federal Intelligence Service with an offer to work for them. Nemo didn't hesitate at the opportunity.

In his early trial years he primarily operated within the GSG9 before moving on to take special missions straight from the MAD, BfV, and BND. While he took on a wide array of tasks, he excelled the most at high value tracking and assassination type jobs. As time went on his employers gradually gave him more personal freedom in what he does. Even though his methods are unconventional and often extreme, his track record speaks for itself.

Present day Nemo tends to branch off to jobs not associated with the government. As a man who likes to keep out of the light, his works reflect this. Just about anything shadowy or shady Smiley Sammler has dipped his hands into at some point.

Extras
Other features
White colored eyes. Edges around his eyes are naturally often dark. Giving him the appearance of having a form of eyeliner.

Clothing
Black wool double breasted coat with a greatcoat/trenchcoat style lapel/collar. A little bit below knee length.
Black western scarf with white polkadots.
Black suitvest with no lapels.
Wears a black leather dual shoulder holster harness over his vest for two revolvers.
White dress shirt with sleeves rolled up right below his elbows. Top two buttons undone. Tucked into his pants.
All gold watch with a white dial on his right wrist
Titanium band thumb ring. Silver signet ring on his pointer finger with a spider design engraved into it. Gold pinkie ring. All on his right hand
White wrappings around his left arm. Covers his hand like a fingerless glove up to his shoulder.
Black dress pants.
Black leather belt with a silver buckle. Has a black embossed leather revolver holster on the right side. And a slanted black leather knife sheath at the back to be drawn by his right hand.
Plain black leather cowboy boots with pointed toe caps. Heels boost his height by 1 and 3/4ths of a inch.
White boot socks.

Scarf style reference

Main Weapons
5.5 inch Colt single action revolver. Black horn grips with a engraved black frame and a gold trigger.
7 inch break action-single action Schofield revolver. Ivory grips with a stainless steel frame and a gold cylinder.
3.5 inch birds head Colt single action revolver. Snakewood birds head handle with a hardened frame and a gold hammer. Damascus barrel. Black cylinder.

Vintage Mauser hunting rifle with a stainless steel integral suppressor and finish. Gold bolt. Dark colored wood stock with a black embossed leather recoil pad that has slots for bullets.
Stainless steel adjustable magnification hunting scope.
Black leather sling.

Stainless steel Kris style wavy blade dagger/knife. Has a small silver crossguard and ivory handle.

[User]
Gina skipped through the grasslands. Her feet were bare, and she could still feel the morning dew cold against her toes. The moss of the forest provided enough of a cushion for her to tread barefoot without injury. A breeze blew by, her long green skirt flew up all around her. Gina giggled. She took a moment to spin in place, watching the brilliant green envelope her legs, and flow around her like a never-ending current. A second breeze brought her back to her senses. The scent that had drove her here grew stronger. It was sweet, something that reminded her of a time that she no longer remembered. If she had a mother, one of those elegant high heel wearing types, she imagined that this was what her perfume would smell like. The warmness of it surrounded her, and carried her legs in the direction from where it came.

In the sun, Gina's eyes were bright yellow. Her side-ways pupils were squinting, trying to see through all the light. If Gina could have it her way, the sky would be cloudy every day. "But then I wouldn't feel this warmth on my back," she giggled out loud to herself. Gina talked to herself frequently, since it had been a long time since she'd seen anyone else. She forgot how to talk to others, but grew lonely fairly quickly. Talking out loud had become a habit, and Gina used it to pretend like she had others around her. It be honest, she missed her cell mate from before. Even though that time was horrible, there were moments of light to it. Gina tugged on her white tank top, and started to walk faster.

Just as quickly as she had come to the forest, Gina had left it. She stood in a clearing, her white hair reflecting the sunlight to a painful degree, and she let her eyes adjust for a moment. Standing not too far from her was a girl. Well she wasn't standing, she was more-so dancing. And she wasn't a girl, but something far more interesting. Gina watched her tail move side to side. For a moment the mutant stood, frozen in her place. This other girl was the most beautiful thing she had seen in a very long time. Before taking another thought to consider her actions, Gina ran.

Gina ran as fast as her legs could carry her, laughing the whole while. She almost tripped on a branch, but righted herself quickly and ran right up to the dancing leopard girl. Without saying anything, Gina grabbed the girl's hands and started to dance. Her arms pulled to and fro, her hips moving back and forth, and she skipped her feet in time to a music she could only hear in her mind. A huge, childlike smile was plastered to her face, she closed her eyes and started to sing:

"Well I think it's fine, building jumbo planes.
Or taking a ride on a cosmic train.
Switch on summer from a slot machine.
Get what you want to if you want, 'cause you can get anything.
I know we've come a long way,
We're changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?"

[Assistant]
Bernard lumbered through the woods, lost not in the trees but in his thoughts. Nothing guided his steps except for the fact that he had to take a winding path to avoid walking into trees. No physical needs plagued him at the moment, and yet he was still driven to seek... something. The feeling would allow him no rest, and so he walked rather than finding shelter to sleep the next week or so away until he was truly hungry again.

Ahead, there was a brighter area that he could see between the trees. He spotted movement, and the amount of sunlight could only mean that there the trees were ending. Forging through the undergrowth, Bernard continued on. The scent of prey animals came to him as he stepped over a log, but he did not stop. He could now clearly see the two girls dancing in the meadow, and he stopped at the edge of the trees. Still in shadow, he looked out into the light to see what he could see.

Spotting the other Project, for what else could they all be, made Bernard's scars itch. The two of them had rarely been near each other, but he recognized another of his kind that had been subjected to similar treatment. A low growl rose unbidden and his throat, and he started towards the center of the clearing.

If there was going to be a fight, he wasn't going to let it be between to two feline projects.

[User]
Nemo was sitting on the black leather couch in his house. The soft sounds of orchestral music emanated throughout the building from a record player. He was leaning over, looking at what appeared to be profile files on his coffee table. Directly across from him sat a small television with a mans face on it. The face seemingly waiting for a response from him. Nemo leaned back, looking to the TV before speaking. "So let me get this straight." He paused. "You bred a person with a enchilada. And then you just managed to... lose? The manchilada?" He asked with a curious face. "Ah... I got it. I think I know what your problem was." He added, pointing at the screen. "...You should of done a mantaco instead." The question of if Nemo was serious or just trying to rub salt in the wounds of the people who lost the creatures was a mystery.

"No, you see the projects are all mixed with predator DNA. Not... Mexican cuisine. But besides that... yes." The man on the television responded.

"Hmmm, yes I see. I suppose that would make more sense. What a shame, I've never hunted an enchilada before." He spoke back, returning his attention to the files.

"We just need to know if you're interested on not, Mr. Sammler." The man remarked, sounding impatient at this point.

"If you thought I might not be interested you wouldn't of already given me the files." Nemo said with a slight smirk, not bothering to look back up. "Of course I'm interested." He confirmed.

"Very good. I suppose this concludes our discussion then, Mr. Sammler. You should know what to do from here on out."

"Auf Wiedersehen." Nemo looked back to the TV and said his goodbye with a small smile. After this the picture went black, leaving him with just the files now. He got up from his couch and gathered the paperwork before moving to his bedroom. As he made his way there he passed by various stuffed animal heads and trophies he collected from various safari hunts. Something he thought humorous considering the substance of his task. Nemo was a collector to be sure, he had all kinds of various items in his home. Ranging from weapons, instruments, jewelry, to awards. Just about anything of value that suited his tastes he had hung or displayed somewhere.

"I guess I'm a glorified animal control officer now." He mused on with a chuckle as he opened his closet and pulled out a rather large vintage rolling luggage case with a few various travel stickers stuck on the front. Something he prepared in advance in case he had to go to foreign soil for a job. While the contents of the case were a mystery, one thing that could be said is that if Nemo didn't have special agreements with certain people, it definitely wasn't making it past the first security check. He stashed the files within it and got ready.

Nemo began to hum along to the song on his record player as he rolled the luggage case through his home, even after he turned it off he continued to hum the tune. He called a cab from his cellphone to pick him up and bring him to the airport as soon as possible. After arriving Nemo waited in line just like all the other people. He seemed to take the grueling wait quite well, unlike the rest of the. Once it was his turn up to bat, a flash of a governmental card from his wallet was all it took for him to get special access.

Nemo boarded his flight with ease soon enough. He made the odd choice of flying coach despite his status. And the reason why quickly emerged: Nemo always found himself the most entertained back in the crowded seats of coach class. There was always a show to see back there to him. On top of that, he was maddening to be around for long periods of time. Nemo talked to his two neighboring passengers the whole trip whilst eating peanuts to the point of almost driving them insane. But they didn't break first, instead it was a bald man three rows ahead off to the side. After turning back and loudly asking him to shut his mouth, the man got what he wanted literally. But no peace was going to come to him in the end.

After a few minutes Nemo silently chucked a peanut at the man's head. The man flinched and immediately turned back to the prime suspect. But Nemo simply shrugged his shoulders with a innocent face. After the man grudgingly returned to his book he hurled another one at his head. The man turned back faster this time, immediately cursing at him. "You should try one." Nemo said plainly. The man didn't seem to give his suggestion much thought and continued to berate him until Nemo threw another. This one landing directly in the man's mouth mid-insult. While he was momentarily silenced, the bullseye caused the man to only get louder afterwards until a flight attendant had come over to silence him. Despite the mans accusations and protests nothing really became of the event.

Nemo figured things had reached a boiling point and his antics might get him into trouble if he continues. He was pretty satisfied with the way things had gone so far anyways.

Hours later his flight had come to an end. He spent the rest of the time listening to music on his phone with a pair of earbuds and looking out the windows. After getting off the plane he swiftly retrieved his luggage and left the airport by cab again. The ride took him to a normal looking hotel. Nemo checked in and brought his case to his room. The heels of his boots made a quaint tapping sound as he walked through the corridor to find his room number.

Once inside Nemo began his preparations. He cleared a table, took off his coat, and finally unlocked his case. He retrieved the files and a laptop from inside, not taking the time to fully explore all the goodies he had with him yet. He set the computer up on the table and opened all the case files. He took great time to display them on the table in a neat and orderly fashion. Nemo studied them thoroughly before deciding on a plan of action. Lastly he pulled out his phone, setting it on the table and playing a classical song while he thought. This finally marked the beginning of a long mission.


[System]
* Age: 21. Physically she can be said to look around nine or ten.
* Appearance: "Doubting me means you'll lose before the fight even starts."
* Personality: Estelle is seemingly a cocky, arrogant girl who flaunts her inherent aptitude with magecraft. She is a well-read and knowledgeable girl on top of this, quick to use all forms of research to support her perceived superiority. She has very little patience for others as well, and is prone to begin mocking and taunting those she believes deserve it without hesitation. Estelle is also liable to flaunt what she believes is a cute and endearing appearance granted to her by the Varianbec family. Beneath all of this is a childish wonder at the world, and a desire to experience as much as she can due to the chance that becoming a Master has granted her. She feels some level of resentment towards her family, in a way, due to tight control that is normally kept on her movements. Estelle is determined to do whatever it is she can to enjoy herself in whatever amount of time she has. While she is not without compassion, she is still a very haughty and bossy girl with a mild sadistic streak.
* Abilities: As Estelle is a homunculus, it is more accurate to describe her as a human created to be a magic circuit rather then a human created to be a magus. Her body contains an enormous amount of high-quality circuits, making her an incredibly potent wielder of magecraft. Her body is frail, but her magecraft carries an intense potency most exemplified in her choices made when in battle. She can construct a localized bounded field to defend herself from damage, and produce multiple points from which to fire beams of intensely destructive prana. A high-grade mystery in terms of modern magecraft, these beams are devised from numerous formulas from the Varianbec family's past in order to create a potent offensive weapon. If required, she can unite the independent points to create a single, more dangerous blast of prana. Finally, as a homunculus, she is capable in all areas that her family excels in, such as the direction and flow of prana and the reconstruction of damaged familiars.
* History: Estelle was created as a receptacle for all of the Varianbec family's artifice. A sole individual who could continue the family's work even after the rest of them were gone. And, indeed, the rest of the Varianbec family no longer exists. All that remains is Estelle and the series of lesser homunculi they created for her care and upkeep. These homunculi were left with a strict series of orders ensuring that Estelle is not permitted to wander freely due to the importance of her existence, but even they could not deny the need for Masters. As a result, Estelle was accompanied by a small number of these homunculi on her arrival.
* Other: Estelle is accompanied by a small number of homunculi serving as maids.

[User]
Kumozaki Keisuke
Atalanta's sudden appearance received a quick nod from Keisuke, and with that being nearly in sync with the elevator arriving, the Enforcer couldn't help but be pleased with the timing of it all. It was times like these where he really appreciated the benefits of modern life, as compared to... Well, having to travel up and down half a dozen flights every time he wanted to get somewhere. Being diligent didn't mean he didn't want to be lazy at times, after all.

"Well, I have nothing else to pick up from my room, thankfully, so we can head straight down," he said, entering the elevator car with his Servant and hitting the relevant button before waiting for it to descend. The long hallway leading up to their destination—the room preceding the Kaleidoscope World Altar—was empty, which... Probably meant that they were the first ones to arrive. Well, barring the ones who called everyone to action here, of course. All the better to get a front row seat.

"Even so... Using magic to traverse through time and space... This is on an entirely different level of 'new' for me..." he muttered as he strode forth, still slightly tense about the situation to come.

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Ozymandias
"Outside, hm? Though the situation inside calls for you, to bask in the glory of the sun before your mission... Very well. I shall allow your momentary absence, but do be quick about returning. I would rather not have to repeat what was said by the one gathering us, after all," the Rider responded, a smirk on his face as he traveled down to the bottom floor in short order, taking note of those who he passed by with a grand smile and a nod. Most of them, sadly enough, were researchers or scientists with their noses stuck in their books, but since he was not petty to the point of forcing everyone to look at him, Ozymandias allowed that to slide. He, too, had a job to handle, after all.

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A few minutes after the rest of the Masters and their Servants had gathered in the room and were seated at the large U-shaped table, the Wizard Marshall (who had thus been reviewing documents off to the side at his own pace) suddenly got up and, after a quick clearing of his throat, began to speak.

"I thank you all for arriving in such a timely manner; as you have heard, I will be giving each of you a quick summary of the current singularity and its location within the world. As of right now, I shall clarify one thing: the Holy Grail that you are seeking is on a different scale of the one used within the Fuyuki Holy Grail War system. More specifically, these Grails are imbued with the ability to bend space-time rather than the ability to simply 'grant a wish'. They are still bound in accordance to some set of rules, but as to what those are... Well, the researchers here would need more insight before coming to any conclusions. Regardless, though these objects may not be omnipotent, they still act as a central catalyst to the changes in these eras, and thus must be retrieved, if possible, or destroyed. That is your primary goal during these journeys, and no more. Due to the warped space-time, anything that you do that might have otherwise thrown history off course will rewrite itself as normal once the Grail is removed from the singularity, but that does NOT mean that you can do things for the sake of greed and no more. I should hope that the people I have chosen would be above such things.
In any case, your first destination is Greece in 1180 B.C.—in other words, around the middle of the Trojan War; for the sake of safety, however, your arrival point will be to the northeast of Greece itself—more specifically, the kingdom once known as Colchis. Now, do take note that history might not always go as you expect it to; in fact, it may have already been warped to the point of chaos. Take caution. Accompanying you will be an aide that Atlas Academy has supplied us with; she has a few Mystic Codes prepared for you all for the sake of convenience, so do make good use of them. I await your safe return. Dismissed."

With that, Zelretch nodded to the group and left the room, returning to who-knew-where to do who-knew-what.

Keisuke sighed as the speech ended, some of the tenseness in his shoulders released as their destination was made clear. Greece... Trojan War...
"Huh. I guess we're pretty lucky, aren't we, Atalanta? You should know this place like the back of your hand," he remarked, standing up from his seat and glancing over at his Servant. "Well, there's no time to waste, I guess. Let's get moving."

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The Kaleidoscope World Altar—a grand name for what was essentially a giant magical formation constructed to manipulate a derivative of its namesake—was already active by the time the Masters and their Servants entered the next room; at the center of it all, of course, was a large, spiraling portal that seemed to be leading to... Well, as far as everyone there could tell, a shining white pathway that seemed to stretch on for eternity. This was only a visual effect, of course, but the intent of such magic (and the effort required to recreate such a thing) was very much clear. The sound of the magic pulsating as it waited for entrants, though, seemed to reverberate around the empty room, creating a somewhat eerie effect even if the place was bathed in light.

Keisuke sucked in a deep breath as he stared at the portal, subconsciously touching the ring on his hand before shaking his head and stepping through, hoping that wherever they ended up wasn't going to be... Too much of a mess.

Greece, 1180 B.C. — Of Gods and Men
After stepping through the portal (and the accompanying experience of feeling like he was just tossed around in a washing machine), Keisuke held his head for a few moments before noticing the stark change in scenery; it was to be expected, of course, but a wide open pasture of nothing but green grass was most DEFINITELY a far cry from the cold, sleek feel of the facility he was just in. With a deep breath, the Enforcer took a moment to stead himself before looking around. Nothing seemed... Particularly out of the ordinary.
...
Well, save for the giant pillar of black smoke off in the distance. That was probably an issue.

Oh, and the skeletons that seemed to be (very sparsely) dotting the hillside and walking around, weapons in hand. Those too.

Daze@VitaVitaAR@Rin@Grey Star

[Assistant]
Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus

As soon as the word "Princess" left her lips, Ascelia was confronted by a face-full of frowning blonde, a stare with an alarming amount of intensity behind it despite the Emperor's less-than-intimidating appearance. "Praetor, whilst it is true that I was the most esteemed holder of the position 'Princeps Senatus' and 'Princeps', the dignity of such titles has long been diminished. I am a grown woman and ruler in all regards. This slight shall be permitted once and once only, refrain from making such a faux pas in future."

With that, the Servant backed away somewhat and addressed the original question: "Should you wish to use one of my titles, Augustus would be the most prestigious. Emperor shall suffice in this language until you have proven yourself worthy of more familiarity."

True to form, of all the many titles that the blonde could have picked, Augustus was by far the most self-aggrandising, directly calling attention to her supposed majesty, rather than those that would imply civil or military power. She was, of course, an amazing person--why not use the most suitable of all the titles in her mind?

Had Ascelia noted Nero's movements over the past few days in detail, the need for an escort would not be surprising in the slightest--barely had the Servant gone off to explore their base of operations, favouring sticking close to her Master except for venturing to collect the manuscripts.

Once their destination was announced, missing the grin on the blonde's face was impossible. To be going to Greece... ah, all the heroes that she had missed in life would be present or somewhere to be found! It was a shame that it was the Trojan War rather than any of the stages in the voyage of the Argo but this presented the opportunity to meet Aeneas. Unusual as it would be, the prospect of meeting one of her ancestors was quite exciting.

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Abe Ai

"But you're too cute for me to like any of those titles," Ai teased, somewhat envious of the Servant ability to simply manifest clothing as they desired. If it extended to changing outfits... ah, so much money could be saved whilst keeping up with fashion! Not that shopping was at all an unpleasant thing to do but the costs associated with buying no clothes? That would be something amazing to dispose of entirely.

The trip down to the briefing chamber was mostly silent, as the magus was focusing on not taking a wrong turn and ending up in the kitchen or something instead, and she didn't dare interrupt someone like the Wizard Marshall as he explained their destination. And... some alchemist was going to be coming with them? She had better not be a liability... though if Zelretch was recommending the Mystic Codes, at least they could be satisfied the things would work.

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Meran Briefort Marzikek

The white-haired alchemist was prepared as the other magi came in to use the portal, interposed herself in their path, choosing to introduce herself fully before handing out the phones: "I am Meran Briefort Marzikek, Alchemist of Atlas. As your aide in this endeavour, I will be accompanying you all to offer planning advice and gather further information on these grails than that which can be analysed from captured data; I hope that we can establish a mutually beneficial relationship."

"To facilitate co-ordination upon arrival, I have constructed a set of mobile phones, with assistance from the Wizard-Marshall, that can communicate across dimensional lines and function even in the absence of a network to operate upon. Currently, there is one for every Master, and they have facilities to communicate with each other and access the internet. Should it be desired, I will be able to manufacture more for the Servants after our expedition to Greece.

"If there are any features that you wish to request, or assistance required in using the phones, then I shall be happy to be of service," she finished, though it was hard to see how someone that had delivered the entire speech in a near-robotic monotone could be happy about anything. Nevertheless, she started handing out the phones to the Masters, retaining one for herself--and the tablet that would allow her to record more information when they were there.

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Nero - Greece

"I believe, Praetor, that if we wish to start anywhere we should head towards the smoke over there," Nero said, helpfully stating the obvious.

[User]
Estelle Varianbec, Master of Berserker

"Of course. It only makes sense that a Servant summoned by a powerful Master would be able to protect their Master," Estelle commented with a smile as she glanced up to her Servant, then back towards her maids. She could see the concern her maids felt, of course, but they really didn't need to worry at all. Smiling up at her Servant once again, the small, white-haired girl proceeded onwards through the halls and downwards.

Shortly before she arrived, she decided to tease her Servant once more about her garb.

"Does it feel liberating, running around like that~?" she asked, before giggling and heading further inside.

Indeed, she kept quite when she listened to the Wizard Marshall spoke. The haughty girl still respected the man, after all, as out of any magi he was the most deserving of being respected, and this was important information by far. And indeed, as he spoke, she found herself intrigued. Greece? The Age of Gods? A place where her Servant would be incredibly powerful? It was almost too perfect for their first outing!

Nodding to her Servant, the child magus(at least, in appearance) headed through the portal...

... And found herself disoriented as she stepped onto grassy hill thousands of years in the past. Shaking her head, she looked about, and quite quickly noticed the moving skeletons.

"Berserker, that's where we'll be heading!"

She stepped forward and pointed immediately.


[System]
Age: 19

Rank: III

Nationality: African/Native American

Weapon: Aeon Lance and Force Shield (Her weapon and shield have been made so that she can either wield them separately for optimal defense, or attach the shield to her lance for optimal offense)

- Aeon Lance: a tech invented by her family. A long, bulky lance that allows her to feed imbued bullets into it so that she can fire them for ranged firepower. Holds up to five bullets before needing to be reloaded, and can only be used as a ranged weapon when being wielded in both hands. When enemies are hit with it, it acts as a "glue" or "sludge" to whatever part of the body it hit.

- Force Shield: a tech invented by her family. A nearly transparent, violet colored medium-sized shield that is both light-weight and durable, which can sustain against heavy blows via light canisters. A single light canister can be imbued to last through three blows from a larger creature before needing to be reloaded. When a creature hits the shield physically, they may find themselves stuck to it, as if struggling against a sticky glue substance.

Gear: She usually carries around thirty bullets and five canisters to feed her weaponry at any given time. To supplement her arsenal, she also carries a single light grenade in case of extreme emergencies. When not in battle, she carries around a thin tablet and stylus, drawing tech designs.

Appearance: Ayashe is around 5'8'' (173cm), and weighs in at 145lbs (66kg). She has a toned body from her strict training regimen, and a no-nonsense look on her face most of the time. Her eyes are oddly violet in their coloration, a unique feature of the Kalu family.

Personality: She is hardly the type to flash you a genuine, or even polite, smile, and will seize up each person she believes to be of importance of her before really engaging them in conversation - that isn't to say she's shy, oh no no. Far, FAR from it. She's brutally honest, and says crass things with no regrets. Oh, she DEFINITELY meant to say that rude thing she just said, and no, she probably wont apologize until you prove her wrong. She can take criticisms remarkably well, as long as you can show her the evidence that what you're saying is true.

She's steadfast about upholding the code of the Knights of TERA, so much so that she will not miss a cue. Ashe will defend her teammates to the end, allowing those with more flexible abilities to do what is needed to finish the job. In return, she will almost always have something to remark upon about your last battle, usually sarcastic and critical all in one little not-so-pleasant bundle.

Underneath her prickly exterior is a girl whose true friendship, or even respect, is hard to earn, not because of some jaded past, but because that's just who she is. She prefers to invent than sit idly by and waste her time, but if you can manage to get her interested in something, she may come along for the ride, just out of pure curiosity. She does find joy in small things outside of her scope of usual interest, a walk through the park, playing a game (sport or video games, doesn't matter), and finding interesting places, like a new sushi shop, or a secluded garden.

History: Ayashe, or Ashe as most people call her, was born into the very well off Kalu family, who are one of the biggest suppliers of "Multi-Versatile Tech" to TERA. Their "tech" is specialized weapons, armor, and other components (grenades/canisters/bullets/etc. that can be imbued with Light and only affect creatures of malice). Being well known for their creative and inventive designs and contributions to TERA, Ayashe as their eldest child was pretty much a shoe-in to join the Knights of TERA when she presented the capabilities to control the Light.

She fought the notion for as long as she could, bypassing the usual sign up age of twelve. She wanted to invent new tech with her family, to become a person capable of making a true difference in the grand scheme of things - but her dreams were squashed by her overbearing parents. Ayashe was forced into becoming a Knight when she turned fourteen.

She hated it, and would rebel on purpose just to see how far she could push the issue. During her second year, her actions caused a grievous error while on the field, and the event was quickly hushed and swept under the rug due to her family pulling strings. In return for secrecy, Ayashe was shipped off to Greyridge, away from everything she knew, so that she could start anew.

She was traumatized by what had happened, and eventually resolved to never take her duties lightly again. At the age of sixteen, two years after starting her Knighthood, she finally became a Knight in more than just name. Her superiors noticed a vast difference in her attitude on the field (though her off-field demeanor remained roughly the same, much to their chagrin), and she finally rose through the ranks. Her time of delinquency has put her behind her peers in rank, but she cares as much for status as she cares for people, which is to say very little.

Hobbies: When she isn't honing her body, she's doing something with her hands. She loves to invent, so art has played a big role in her life and she draws, sketches, and paints avidly, usually on her tablet as she walks around. And, unsurprisingly enough, she loves to craft tech, but without the facilities to do so, she makes basic armor, such as chain mail and the like, in her spare time.

Style: Defender

Abilities: She dislikes using her abilities to their full extent, preferring to imbue her family's tech with her power instead of going right into combat. When push comes to shove, Ayashe will drop her tech and go into true Defender mode. Her Light acts as a "glue", and she wraps it around her body as a second skin, protecting her from most harm while increasing her strength to hold off against foes. If she extends it and snaps it back in, she can pull enemies to her, almost like a sticky vortex. She keeps them in place during these times so that her teammates can finish them off.

[User]
Aleksandr kept a relatively low profile in the corner of the room. He preferred to listen than to talk in most situations. His face was hidden behind a heavy tome, simply titled 'Advanced Organic Chemistry Unit 5'. There had been a bit of lull recently, a change of pace from normal. He took these lulls in his stride, they gave him time to indulge his other interests, well at least when he wasn't engaged in non hunting work. This was city life, infinite information at his finger tips, it was impossible to get bored.

The boss returned though and with him a lot of noise. It was a tempo change but not unwelcome. He didn't currently have anything to report, the uneventfulness was leading to a feeling of unproductiveness but that didn't mean there wasn't anything to hear. There was one report of disappearances of young women, but he had discovered that that was human activity, not even warlocks at that. It was bad but it wasn't really the Knights' remit and he had already informed the police. The pleasantries of the other knights' were suddenly interrupted by Ayashe in her traditional style. However she passed over him when making her round of insults.

"Ayashe, you're making me feel excluded, what did I do wrong?" Alexandr joked through his thick Russian accent. "Are you sure you don't need someone to walk with you in case you run in a child chomping demon?"

[Assistant]
"Icecream?" Raine's loud, deep, and hopeful voice rang out as he exited the stairwell. He ducked his head quickly to avoid clocking his face into the door frame, though it didn't stop his glasses from catching and being knocked off of the top of his head. Though thankfully they didn't go far, having gotten tangled in his mass of blueish-black hair that was all bundled up at the nape of his neck with a few uneven strands being held in place with bobby pins. Ignoring his glasses for the moment though, his attention quickly turns towards Ayashe, who happened to be closest to the door.

His face, much despite the dark circles that could be found under his pale green eyes, was rather lively and filled with hope at the prospect of icecream. He looked like he had just rolled out of bed, and in truth, it was quite possible. A large, red hooded sweater, his favorite pair of jeans that were missing the entire right pant-leg under his knee, the bright neon green socks... Things he often wore when he was relaxing, or napping. But seeing as his hair wasn't trying to stick up in fifty different places and there were no strange drool marks on his chin, the first suggestion was the case.

"...If you are going out, please?" He asked, his voice now much softer than it had been just a few moments ago. It wasn't often he dared ask anything of others, be it because of his usual silence or the fact that he'd rather do it himself. But Raine knew his limits well. And running about while tired was never a wise choice for him, unless he wanted to end up napping on a bench somewhere. Again.

[User] "Oh, there's a lovely place on Dover Street." Daniel says, looking up from his work. "You remember, Sir Fuchs? Near the library? Penguin in the window?" He suddenly turns his attention to the whole room. "Lovely place, family owned for three generations. Literally the greatest ice cream I have ever had. Dame Kalu, if you're going out walking anyway I highly recommend their frozen yogurt as a post work-out treat."

[Assistant]
When Ayashe walked into the room, she simply stole the show. She didn't crave attention, she didn't want everyone's approval, she just wanted them not to be in her way. Only she asked such with all the grace of a tempest. There is something to be respected of brutal honesty, the resolve to be your own person and march forward, Katsu admired this, but he knew there was room for improvement. "Dame Kalu," he greeted with a slight bow, keeping his eyes locked to her's. "I plan to hold the briefing of my visit to headquarters in the morning. As such the evening is free, you may do as you desire."

Breaking the gaze he pulled out his chair and sat down. "I have noted you're concern for little children and your disdain for tiny monsters, should either of these come into play I will make my attempts to contact you." With that he set off to the what little work he had to for the night. HQ had given him a flash drive with various documents for him to look over and get back to them on. As he connected it to a rather small laptop he produced from his desk he listened to everyone around him and was content.

[User]
Her eyebrows shot up as she glanced into the corner of the room at Aleksandr, and she quickly took in the fact that he had been buried in his books. Ayashe was sure that he had just been a pile of books on her first sweep of the room. She was positive that all he ever did was read, read, read, and wondered how his eyes didn't fall out. "Oh, I'm sorry Romanov, what did you say? Hard to understand you when you're talking behind the pages of your book. How heavy is that thing, really?" She ignored his offer of coming with her altogether, swiveling her head around when the loud and deep voice of Raine came from the stairwell.

She managed to stifle most of her sigh this time. Something about Raine made her want to just get him the damn ice cream. Was it the way he asked? The fact that he was huge, lanky, and positively clumsy, in her opinion? Or was it the fact that he had healed her bruises and scrapes on more than one occasion? Just maybe it was because if he went out to get it, he may not come back until he had had a pleasant time napping in the middle of the street like road kill? She was sure that had occurred, at least one time in the ridiculously tall fellow's life. "Fine, whatever. What flavor, Pipsqueak? 'Cus if you don't tell me, I'm getting you one of those stupid tri-flavor vanilla, strawberry, chocolate things, and it'll probably be gross."

She placed a hand on her hip before turning her attentions to Daniel, or DeeDee as she so appropriately named him. She couldn't help it, when she saw him, she saw him in a pink tutu pressing all the buttons in a figurative laboratory. His very alliterate name also helped. Daniel Dashing. C'mon, it'd be asking her to pass up gold if she didn't call him that. Or even Double D. She gave a smirk at the thought. That would be a nice nickname, for a change of pace. "Doesn't surprise me that you know of literally everything, Double D." She said, putting the same emphasis on the word "literally" as Daniel had used. She could never get used to the way people called her "Dame", especially a person so much younger than herself. She put the location of the ice cream shop in the back of her mind, she'd just go there. It was simple.

When Katsu finished talking to her, she retrieved her tablet from a small bag hanging from one of her shoulders and gave it a cheerful little wiggle in his direction. "You can contact me through my handy-dandy tablet if a horde of zombie babies come, Mister M." She hoped that something interesting happened at Headquarters, because life around here had been boring lately. Her designs had even lost their usual flair in the last week or two, but she refused to admit that even a fraction of her creativity came from battling monsters.


[System]
Haruna said I could join! ^_^;
Nickname: The Archangel
Age: 26
Gender: Female

Guild: Lamia Scale
Rank: S-Class
Personality: There is but only two sides in this world to Jeanne. Right and Wrong. Those who would save others, and others who would do harm. A staunch believer in the ideals of the existence that is both Good and Evil, she stubbornly and defiantly fights on the side which she deems to be good. For that side she will fight for until the end, bitter or otherwise without regard for her own life. Not once had she ever been truly suicidal, but there have been times where she has defied immeasurable odds for the sake of those who could not. She considers herself a noble knight, who would happily serve a similarly noble purpose.

History: Jeanne knew not of her parents, the earliest vestiges of her memory being simply scratching for scraps on the streets of a city to survive. Begging and stealing to eat every single day at least once, less she might starve and lose what little strength she had. The next memory is the shadow of someone picking her up off the street and carrying her off to a place called a Guild. There, from a young tender age she was put into extraordinarily disciplined training. Learning how to shape and tone her body, how to use a sword and shield. Yet the entire reason for which she had been brought there never coalesced.

There was a tremendous amount of magic coursing through her system. It was dangerous, volatile, even for the advanced members of the guild. Yet it never manifested itself until a fateful day. A young Jeanne of twelve summers' age had been sent to the market by Ooba to fetch some varying spices and herbs for an upcoming party.

What neither of them knew was that she had been followed upon her leaving from the guild.

From all sides as she walked through the marketplace, she came under attack. First, they had dealt a grievous wound, looking to kill the girl as a message to her adoptive father. Dark Magi, four of them cornered her in an alleyway as she had tried to run. In that alleyway, her Magic decided to manifest itself to defend her at long last. In a brilliant light of gold, a sword manifested in her hand, and a dozen more in the air about her. The next moments themselves were horrific, as the four Dark Magi were literally cut to ribbons as glorious wings of white spawned from her shoulder blades.

She did not walk home, she flew. The wings themselves spreading wide and carrying the bleeding and panicked girl home. There, she encountered both horror and joy. Ooba now saw his adoptive child in her truest form, in spite of the tears of misery and fear that traced down her cheeks. Over the next years, the training he gave only hardened in difficulty as they further honed her capable magic. By her eighteenth year of life, she became one of the leading edges of Lamia Scale, and even eight years later she continues to do so as she further hones her capability as a magi.

Her guild mark resides just beneath her collarbone on the left side. For her heart resides with her father's people.

Magic:
Holy Sword Magic - Able to summon anywhere from one up to three hundred swords of pure light with her ability, Jeanne creates a literal maelstrom of steel by which she assaults her opponents. A much smaller scale example of this would be this video:

youtube.com/watchv=b6At_bb1PNU

Though the swords themselves are white, akin to the hottest flame. She can alter the shape and size of these blades as well, to even making the flames themselves rupture outward like a superheated explosion.

Holy Guardian - Sprouting from her shoulder blades at will is a pair of two magnificent wings. Made of pearlescent white feathers, they enable her the feat of flight and rather exquisite mobility in the air.

The Protection of the Divine - At her will, Jeanne encompasses herself in a suit of wonderfully steadfast magical armor. Made out of plates that look like the purest ivory in accents of intricately detailed gold, with the wings she often wears it is a beautiful sight to behold. Able to withstand or significantly reduce both physical and magical attacks alike, the oddest thing is that the faceplate is an exact mimicry of her own. Eerie as that may be, the abysmally black eye slits have two thin black lines that curve down her cheeks, almost as if she were weeping for her adversary's fate.

The Ashbringer - If she were to decide such, Jeanne can combine at least one dozen of her summoned blades of Holy Flame into one singular, large blade. Nearly as tall as she is and almost as wide, the more blades she combines, the more devastating the effect it possesses. It were said once that when she was dispatched against a mass of cultists at the dawn of a fair morning, and when she combined all of her swords into one blade, they vanished within seconds. Little more than to ash they were reduced as with The Ashbringer, her attacks rupture forwardly in an explosion of holy flame. Incinerating those she deems to be evil, if they are foolish enough to continue to be her adversary.

The Light of Dawn - An attack that exhausts the entirety of Jeanne's magic for at least twenty-four hours, if she survives it. It is a devastating form of her abilities that coalesces all of her magical might into a singular point. Sending it forward into a conflict, this tiny, period-sized point of light ruptures upon arriving to its destination. So powerful is it in spite of being so small, that it can turn entire cities into dust in the matter of split seconds. It is a technique she has only used once, and intends to never use it again. Others who have seen it happen think it to be The Wrath of God embodied in the powers of a young woman. In darker circles, others have called her a Scion of the Apocalypse because of it.

Avenging Wrath - The pair of her wings on her back split and grow to become four equally sized ones, and everything about Jeanne is doubled in terms of potency. Her magic, her already commendable physical strength and speed as a Magi, and so on. Those who have been so unfortunate to face against her in such a state, but fortunate enough to survive say that she has summoned more than several hundred blades of white fire when using such a form. Whether or not their claims are true is simply another matter that's yet to be seen.
Other: None, I think?

Done I believe!

That aside, I promise not to disappoint anyone! For anyone I haven't met yet, name's Feisty. ^_^ Kinda newish around here, and a somewhat rubbish writer, but I do what I can!

[User] >collab and introduction of Sabertooth by Suku aka Tenshi and Moka by me<

[Assistant]
Aiden

Aiden haulted in his movements as he felt his magic being disrupted, causing him to revert out of hus TDS mode and his Ice constructs fall apart. Knowing the culprit before he even sensed her, he turned to face the Wizard Saint with a rather unhappy look on his face. He still held resentment for Kyou for her actions during his first day here, as well as here tendancy to intrude on any matter with out a word of apology or excuse. It spoke of a great sense of arrogance, but it mattered not to him at the momemnt. She was offering him his first job as a Hunter, he wasn't about to jeopardize it just because he had a grudge.

Understood, Kyou-sama, I'll head down to the base to get some supplies, I'll be back soom. He mentally responded, before jogging off to the hatch that led to the base. After a little while, he'd come back, dressed in his normal garb, ready to move out when ever Kyou was ready.

Haruna

[User]
Morgan - Sabertooth's B-Rank Magi

Her magic was always peculiar, at least to the outside world; but Morgan didn't seem to mind it. Classified by Sabertooth's Guild Master as a B-Rank Magi, she honestly didn't mind going on B-Rank missions. They were often fun, sometimes comical, other times they held just a hint of danger; so they were often quite good sport. Whether it was helping an escort of merchants through bandit territory, or something as humorous as retrieving a rather large cat out of a tree, it was a rather pleasant break from the usual sort she had been assigned elsewhere.

A flowing white garb with a hood drawn to a point covered her figure tightly in the pieces that were tailored for her. Knee-high boots marked her pace as she marched with a bag lightly tossed over her shoulder.

It was the result of another mission finely finished and in good time, but she hadn't been back to the guild for a solid week. Having been occupied by more urgent matters, Morgan bore a light, pleasant smile on her lips as her obsidian eyes affixed upon what now towered in front of her. A rather grand structure, a structure that she officially called her home at least for part of the time she still had on this earth.

It was the Guild Hall of Sabertooth, a Guild of Mages that she had only joined a few weeks ago.

As the most recent newcomer, they had tested her strength and ability. Eventually meting out that she qualified as a B-Rank Magi. It was rather entertaining, the sparring match she held with the Guild Master; and likely that was the reason why he still stared at her so distrustfully. There was something deeper about her, something monstrous that lay in Sabertooth's midst, but he couldn't identify it.

Personally, she thanked the stars that he hadn't been able to. Being unrecognized was a wonderful strength to possess, it allowed her to be free of the constraints that would normally bind her.

Pushing open the dual-doors that separated Sabertooth from the outside world, the first thing she saw was two of the younger members, with one incessantly teasing the other. It had taken Morgan several days, but eventually she had mastered knowing most of the names of her comrades.

The names of these two were...Tenshi and Moka, she believed. Rolling her eyes at their mischievous behavior, the twenty-seven year old recalled all too well that she was robbed of such things as a child. Letting youth be youth, per-se. Instead, she simply dropped the Guild's portion of the Payment for her last mission off at the head desk before finding a table for herself and sitting while removing her hood.

The squeals of indignation and the devilish giggles were something she paid little heed to; after all, this continuous teasing assault had been going on for nearly the entirety that she had been a part of Sabertooth. A total amount of three weeks.

Instead, she simply reached inside her coat and extracted a small book. A small, weathered, leather-bound looking tome that was her private possession. Within it were contained small sketches of places she had been, people she had met, and enemies that she had crossed. Alongside other written parts of text that were carefully placed in an undecipherable code that only she knew.

But today was a day to draw.

And draw she did.

She began etching the face of an elderly man, one she had drawn before. Lines of wisdom had been carved into his face from years of survival, his eyes betrayed a peculiar wisdom that only she knew. It were an almost faint glimmer, but beneath his scraggly and sloppy white beard lay a toothy grin.

Her former Master, and former Friend.

Soon it would be time to go hunting again. After the day of the Games, in order to insure her talents were as sharp as ever.


[System]
Presenting...

Username:  Fuzzybootz
Race/Species:  Great Clan Elf
Gender:  male
Age:  98
Career/Class: Mercenary/ Warrior

Weapons:

* 2 Kukri
* Throwing bola

Physical Description:  Zinvalur stands at a mighty 6' with a lean muscular physique. He has long wavy black hair, often with bits of feather and beads tied in, that reaches just below his shoulders. His long pointed ears peek out from under his hair, but he will from time to time cover them to appear human. His complexion is golden honey beige with many blemishes and scars. He has a major scar across his right cheek, nose, and to just under his left eye. His eyes are a stunning shade of blue. He wears a pallium draped over his right shoulder, leaving bare his heavily tattooed chest and arm. Around his neck, he wears a necklace of feline fangs. From the waist down, he wears a pair of loose fit trousers and boots.

Armor:  Zin wears a thick leather girdle about his waist to protect his stomach and kidneys, along with leather arm bracers.

Equipment/Other:

* Belt
* Pouch of coin
* Pouch of Flint and steel
* Sharpening stone

Mental Description/Personality:  Zin's presence is often stronger without words. His initial impression usually comes off as being aloof and perhaps somewhat cold, but time spent with him will prove otherwise. Zin keeps his feelings and opinions to himself unless asked directly. And when asked, he doesn't mince words. Truth wins out over tact. He prefers to follow instead of lead but is willing to make difficult choices if the need arises. Internally, he is having trouble discerning the line between right and wrong. Things aren't as clear as they used to be and it frustrates him. This has led to self-doubt and double guessing his actions.

Goals:  Zin's Goal is to regain the honor he once lost with his Clan and with his deity, Sendarius.

Background/History:

* Born the second son in a long line of honorable warriors, it was to be expected that Zin would follow in the family tradition along with all of his seven siblings. More so than any of his other siblings Zin took to the warrior way of life with great ease and at a very young age proclaimed that he would one day be the Clan's Master Hunter.
* It is a tradition that when the clan elders believe a warrior in training is ready to join the Clan during the Hunt, he or she would be sent on one last test of valor. When it was Zin's time, He was given the task of tracking and defeating a large feline that had eaten the clan's domesticated animals. Zin tracked the beast for 3 days before cornering it in a cave to the north of the village. Armed only with a single Kukri, Zin defeated the beast, but he did not leave unscathed. He returned to the village bloodied and carrying the carcass of the feline over his shoulders. He dropped it at the feet of his chieftain, and only then did he allow the healers to care for the open wound across his face.
* Eventually the opportunity to fulfill his youthful proclamation would come to pass when the Master Hunter was killed accidentally during one the Clan's yearly hunts. Following another tradition, the chieftain challenged all warriors brave enough to a great many trials and tests to determine his next Master Hunter. Zin proves victorious over his companions and becomes the youngest clansmen to become Master Hunter at the age of 73.
* Things would go well for Zin for two decades. However, that would come to a tragic end when a neighboring Clan's Chieftain Dies and leaves his sadistic son, Miirphys, in charge. Within days, Miirphys orders his clan to begin raiding, murdering, and kidnapping from all other clans sending the forests into civil war. During one of the raids on Zin's clan, the chieftain's daughter was kidnapped and ransomed. Zin begs his chieftain to let him lead a rescue mission, but the chieftain forbids it. Unbeknownst to Zin, the clan's shaman had predicted such an attempt would end in Disaster. Zin disobeys this Chieftain's orders and gathers 5 of his siblings to attempt the rescue. It ends just as the shaman had predicted. 4 of Zin's siblings and the chieftain's daughter are killed in the skirmish.
* The chieftain is so furious when Zin returns that he nearly strikes Zin dead in front of the entire Clan. The only thing that saved Zin that night was the pleas of his grieving mother. She begged the chieftain for mercy and that she could not bear the loss of another child. The chieftain, given the chance to calm, agrees on the condition that Zin would be exiled. Only During Zin's last days would He be allowed to return and seek forgiveness.
* For the first few years of exile, Zin wondered aimlessly. He lived day to day wallowing in his own grief and self-loathing. He avoided people where ever he could. Until one day he happened upon a caravan being robbed on the road. He almost walked away, but he could not in good conscience turn away when he heard the cries of a young babe. With haste, he approached the caravan and scared away the bandits. The caravan occupants were so grateful they gave food to eat and asked him to escort them the rest of the way to their destination for a small boon. Hesitantly, Zin agreed.
* It's only been 5 years since his exile, but Zin is now determined to regain his honor by selling his sword to those who are in need.

[User]
Perhaps Arassel may have imitated the Drabarian, swinging up into the branches of a stout tree to hide from the incoming beasts, perhaps she may have pulled back her bowstring in anticipation or hidden within some dense foliage, if not for two important things.

The first of these was that she had known the Gnolls were coming their way at least since entering the boundaries of the forest, not so much hearing them as smelling them – they smelt rancid, their distinctive tang causing her nose to wrinkle, like sweat mingled with wet canine.

She had pondered as to why it had taken Jex so long to react to what was such an unusual presence within an otherwise Eden-like place, considering that maybe he was just not as attuned to his surroundings as someone who had spent more-or-less their entire extended life in a forest or forest-like environment, watching him slither upward to a safer point with some amusement on her face.

Why had she not bothered to tell the others about this potentially deadly threat? Mostly because she knew they were mercenaries, so-called professional warriors and killers, and if they needed her to tell them that they were being tracked by baying 'dogs' then they deserved to let themselves die here. Here, where the forest would grow from what remains the Gnolls did not devour.

The second reason for her lack of real nerves or even precaution against the forthcoming enemy was that she was, and had been since they had entered the forest, travelling in amongst the canopy of the forest. Indeed, it was often seen as something superhuman by those not of Elven blood, being able to leap with the athleticism of an acrobat between trees, barely needing to touch one branch or the next to propel oneself here an there.

Nevertheless she did freeze where she was, instantly seeming as if every one of her muscles had seized up, her half-crouched form blending nicely with the surrounding leaves and spattering of the suns rays peeking between the gaps.

One hand gripped the bow gently in one hand, the other leisurely resting by her side, oh how she hoped to use it soon...

[Assistant]
Leonard Greystone drew his Valdium sword and slipped behind a copse of trees to the left, leaning his back against them and keeping as quiet as he could. Zinvalur had joined him a few trees over, his bola out and ready to be twirled. Both Kukri's were within quick and easy reach. Meanwhile, it seemed Regeland was looking back and forth, before roughly diving into some thick bushes on the right, muttering how he was not getting paid enough in his mother tongue.

The inhuman noises ceased suddenly, and a few of the mercs more accustomed to the woods could tell that the wind had shifted. It seemed the Gnolls had caught their scent. They were smart enough to use stealth tactics when necessary, it appeared. However, the Gnolls also seemed to underestimate how loud they had been previously, for they flew out of the bushes fully expecting to pounce on unsuspecting prey. And indeed they leaped far, as their legs were powerful with corded muscles. Five Gnolls had pounced out, with another red haired Gnoll charging, holding twin axes as it looked about hungrily.

They were all wearing crude trousers, with a few leather pauldrons and perhaps a bracer or two, but they were largely unarmored. They did not need to be, for their skin was thick and their impressive height and musculature were enough to win most fights out in the wilds. Their scimitars and short swords were notched and worn, but effective looking. There was the fifth Gnoll with a wicked tipped halberd, and the sixth with the twin axes.

From within the leaves, the Mercs could see the drool slathering off their snarling maws. A few sniffed the air again, and let out small eager whimpers. "Perhaps they had fled minutes ago." one of them said slowly. "No." the Halberd wielder said. "They're here..." With hair like fire and an unkempt mane, the one holding the Axes had an insane look in it's inhuman eyes. "Find them." it growled.

---

"C'mon" Kayden whispered to them, and he lead them through the trench, and past the perilously open crags of rock that led down to the canyon below the fortress. To the untrained eye, it looked as if he was simply leading them away. But by one of the pillars of stone that held Fort Hillcrest up, there was a small stairway carved into the rock. It looked surprisingly well carved, and even had runes etched into the stone. Morek and Halbark would notice them as Dwarven numbers, and the name of the stonemasons who built it.

Up and up they went, though it was slow going, for the stairs were thin and tall, before they made it to a small, but greatly barred door reinforced with iron. It could only be opened from the inside by a key. "Ok..." Kayden said, and he looked back to his team who were now standing on a thin platform. Outside of it was a good 60 foot fall. "Halbark, if you have a concoction to break through this, or perhaps Cassilda?" Haukford glanced at the rogue, Laila. "Do you have any tools to get us through?"

Kayden gazed at them, and then at Morek. "If no one here can help, I'll need to ask Morek to break the door down. Might be a bit loud though. I'd rather not draw attention."

---

As Hobnob waited, he and his team could now see a small field mouse sniffing the air, before slowly approaching the cheese. It would set off the entire bridge!

[User]
While they waited for the ambush to start, Hobnob and his crew played cards and smoked on their pipes. As they played, the sound of the gnolls' laughter met their ears. "You don't suppose they're coming this way, do you?" Asked 1 of the 2 enchanters of Hobnob's crew.
"I wouldn't worry about them, Shortstack" Hobnob replied "They sound like they're hunting different prey". Soon after, the manic laughter of the gnolls died down and a new problem presented itself.

"Er, boss?" Shortstack said "I think we may have a situation". Shortstack was referring to a small field mouse that had wandered out of some nearby bushes and was now moving towards the cheese.
"We should probably do something about that mouse before if sets off the bridge" Hobnob said "Fortunately, I already know just what to do!". With that said, Hobnob pulled out his rifle, aimed it at the ground in front of the mouse, and fired. The shot rang out across the forest, the bullet lodged itself in the ground in front of the field mouse, and the mouse itself bolted off in the opposite direction of the cheese. "Problem solved" Hobnob declared.

[Assistant]
Captain Kayden laid out the plan for the next day and Zin nodded his agreement. It seemed pretty straightforward, but he knew that things were unlikely to go as planned. For now, he would withhold his judgment of the group until after tomorrow. If at the conclusion he was not satisfied, he would simply walk away.

For a short moment, he watched the Drabarian. Zin spied which leg the man put most his weight. Zin watched how he gestured with his hands. Zin hoped to glean some information about the man before heading into combat with him.

Captain Kayden dismissed them when all was said and done.

Zin pushed himself up off the wall he leaned against. He made sure to catch the Captain's eye before bowing his head and pounding a fist to his chest. "On the Morrow." He paused. "Captain."

He then exited the crumbling tower before it could collapse.

****
Two hours before dawn Zin found himself once again at the delapitated guard tower. Jex stood guard from up above and Captain Kayden was close by. There wasn't much conversation being made as they readied themselves. It wasn't long before the groups assembled and were ready to go their separate ways.

With Jex at the forefront, Zin took on the task of watching their flank. They all walked in relative silence for a fair distance before Zin smelled something odd. He was unable to identify it before Jex came to a stop. Jex turned to the group and warned them, with an intimidating glare, that there was trouble up ahead.

Zin quickly dashed to the cover of the trees and pulled the bola from his belt. Graystone had a similar Idea and hid a few trees over. Zin took a moment to listen. His ears twitched as he picked out the position of Arassel and Regeland. Zin distinctly heard the pull of Arassel's bowstring. On top of that, Zin heard the footfalls of 6 strangers. He could also smell them.

Zin signaled to Graystone the number 6 and then looked up to where Jex hid in the trees. He spun the bola once. He hoped that Jex would understand that he wanted to use it as a distraction. Zin would wait until the group entered the clearing and at an unexpected time catch one of the creatures. It wouldn't hurt the Gnoll, but it would certainly distract them long enough to gain the advantage.

Just then the creatures entered the clearing. They were just as disgusting looking as they smelled.

Zin began to spin the Bola rapidly with as much momentum he thought he needed. The only warning it made was the whistle as Zin let it go.


[System]
Error: a suitable ratgirl image was not found!
A blue-eyed Krysa, a little short for her species and sex – still noticeably taller than most humans. Her tousled, curly light-brown hair falls a little further than her shoulders, locks resting on her upper arms. Her left ear is damaged – possibly burned – at the tip. She is smiling brightly and giving the camera a salute.

These three lines are written in Krysa glyphs. The transliterations are not difficult.
Gender: ♀
Race: Krysa

The rest of the application is written in human language, but abominable handwriting. The translations are grueling.
Relevant Abilities: I don't do any housework, but I'm definitely stronger than most of you. I'm also an inventor and an engineer and a chemist and sort of a smith and I've dabbled in galvanism.

Tell us about yourself: My sister tells me I should just say (A Krysa glyph representing manic energy) for this. I think she's joking. But I do things fast and I don't like to sit still. I'm hard to put down.

Work history: I'm Krysa. We do a lot of science here. My science tends to explode, sometimes on purpose. Don't worry, though – the explosions are mostly controlled. I'm mostly careful. And anyway, explosions mean progress! They're basically how steam engines work, you know.

Tools you are skilled with: You know how if you focus light it can burn things? I've been playing with that lately. I don't think my prototypes are strong enough, though, so I'll bring a big hammer and a high-powered shotgun. Do you know what a shotgun is? I can show you if there's something you don't mind me destroying.

Occult Knowledge: I don't think magic likes me, personally, but I know some designs and materials that it likes. I use it with some of my inventions for energy amping and such. I bet I can guess how your catalysts work.

[User]
Astreya drops her gun as she falls over. It goes off with a wild shot blasted in some direction she doesn't bother to check up on, preferring to quickly crawl out of the Greater Beast's vicinity. If it's a pain even to touch, who would want to be anywhere close to-
As she gets up, Astreya reaches for her war-slash-smithing-hammer.
The hair on one side of her face is visibly smoldering, but she doesn't seem to notice. Even the smell is pretty well covered up by everything else.
It bleeds! Wow, it bleeds a lot! And is it slowing down? Does it suffer from exsanguination? Or is that hypothermia?
Okay, reassessment:
* The arms are tough.
* The legs are not as tough.
* Tearing pieces off of it does it some sort of significant harm.
* Touching it really hurts. Its blood probably isn't much better.
* I want to whack it.

Conclusion: I should whack it.
She rotates the hammer in her grip, figuring the flat end isn't going to do much good to bleed the monster, and instead presenting the wedge on the opposite side of its head for imminent use. With its back gushing lava and her uniform featuring fire-resistant shoes rather than fire-resistant boots, she decides to go for its flank. She doesn't really want to get close to its arms.
She swings hard overhead, hoping to embed the spike and tear open a new wound.

[Assistant] Katherine winced as she was bitten into. "Gah!" This demon was annoying to try and fight like this. Well, at the least she could save her dolls from danger. She recalled them all to her rings as she pulled out her finely sharpened rapier. "Fine. Be an annoying brat, you'll pay for it later." She took a step toward the High Demon and took a stab at her. Grabbing the Demon's attention with her own physical attack, Katherine then summoned her Halberdier dolls (the three left) to one side of the demon that all swung down as soon as they fully manifested. Despite all this, the cat expected the demon to dodge once again, which was fine. Behind her, she summoned her rifledolls to once again fire at the demon if she did. "Stand still so we can seal you easily enough." Katherine complained, frustration filling her voice as she recalled her halberdier dolls so they couldn't get so easily scooped up by the demon.

[User]
Cogsfell Aftermath

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Unsurprisingly, The High Demon effortlessly dodged most of Lucrecia's gunfire. It bolstered its agility by using its countless tendrils, bouncing off the walls of surrounding buildings. Lucrecia clicked her tongue at the child-like entity's taunts, being well aware they were getting nowhere with their current assault. The demon make work of some more of Katherine's dolls, but the latter summoned replacements and sent them after it for a counterattack. Seeing that the High Demon was now making its way over to Polina, perhaps they could take advantage of it's diverted attention.

Depending on how the demon responded to Katherine's counterattack, Lucrecia would attempt to hurl some throwing daggers at their attacker to supplement the advance from the dolls. If it tried to dodge the dolls, hopefully the knives would be able to hit a vital area while it was still distracted. She also still had plenty of bullets left to fall back on as well, if that didn't work.

Lucrecia also shot a glance at Polina for a moment, noticing that she shot a couple of flares into the air. It seemed the dropship saw them, and saw it firing something near their vicinity - something big. Lucrecia was able to get a better look as it drew closer to them.

Her eyes widened considerably when she was finally able to make it out; The dropship had sent out a Krysan tank!

[Assistant]
Polina LayeFarisian Maid

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"Cheeky brat."

Polina tsked at herself in frustration as the high demon girl weaved in and out of each attack, neatly defying even her own guided missiles that she sent and continued to reengage. The admittedly cute creature even seemed to take joy in that fact, as it saw fit to insult them with her words. An interesting being, if it seemed to understand human nature. Her eyes narrowed as it took hold of Kat, and she raced to aid the poor cat girl. With her blades still on the girl, Polina finally had some luck as one of her blades landed true, the shock allowing the maid to squirm free.

The success, however, meant that she now had the demon's full and undivided attention.

Thankfully, it seemed her message had been seen and received, as she caught the change in movement of the loitering airship in the corner of her eye. She was sure that the maids in command would be rather cross with her more… bold decisions of the past few minutes, but what she didn't expect was… a Kyrsan tank being fired at their location.

After a split second, Polina decided not to question it. Instead, she simply made sure she was not in the path of the hurtling hunk of steel, and then quickly refocused her attention on the high demon. With her own source of trouble hurtling at her, she immediately jumped back, pulling her weapons back with her, too. The moment she reconsolidated them, her eyes flitted over to the chewed up remains of the cobblestone square. With another flick of her free hand –what was living without some flair, really?—she pulled the loose stones off from the ground, creating both a defensive, fluid barrier in front of her, and a secondary means of offense. Still keeping her sword at the ready, she sent off a mass of the rocks at the demon, mixing in her deadlier blades amongst her little barrage.

Well, that better work. At least, until backup was on site in the next few moments.

[User]
It came off! Its leg came right off!

Senya's lips curled ever so slightly in a smug expression as the monster found itself down one limb. But that wasn't the end of it, the creature was still a threat. Between the heat and its enormous, crushing body, it could still potentially kill someone. So, the diminutive maid was going to do her best to make sure that didn't happen.

Pushing up and away from the ground beneath her, Senya danced through the air backwards as the bulky monstrosity slammed to the earth less then a second later, crumbling the stone beneath it with its sheer mass. It would have really hurt if it had actually gotten her.

But this put it right where she wanted it.

Springing forward, Senya jammed pointed her weapon directly at the creature's head before it could even attempt to rise, the barrels already beginning to spin with that familiar whirring sound. She was close. The bayonet was almost touching the beast. At this range, there was no missing.

Magical energy thrummed in the air, as a red-orange circle of light spread ahead of her weapon. These wouldn't be ordinary bullets, this time.

As the sound of thunder filled the air, the magically-charged explosive rounds ripped their way from each of the barrels of Senya's gatling.

[Assistant]
Location:
Cogsfell
12.000 hours
@Click This@AzureKnight@Pyromania99@Sniblet

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The greater beast was not longed to remain.

Astreya was the first to make use of the opening as it flopped onto the ground, its massive weight falling onto the earth. The hook of her hammer cut into the beasts hide, a deep puncture wound, molten blood spilling from the wound. It shrieked once more, attempting to roll over to crush the Krysa girl, but as it moved the hammer would only rip a deep gash into its tarry, tough flesh causing more blood to spill and quickly cool onto the ground.

Senya, would level her weapon near the creatures frontside. Though it lacked any visible facial features or any sort of 'head' beyond the gaping hole between its shoulders that was now seemingly full of much cooler molten stone now…well, if it bleeds, you can kill it as they say, and this thing was most certainly bled.

Lightning crackled as she channeled the magical ability latent in most maid weaponry, the bullets ripping into its inside, making more and more holes in its interior and causing more and more liquid fire to leak from its body. A final act of defiance would see it raise its arm, feebly slam its arm right into Senya's body, shoving her backwards from its strength, but it'd do nothing more than singe her dress and leave her a bit bruised.

As soon as its arm hit the ground again, it was over.

The creature's body began to deflate as the last of the lava left its interior, its body collapsing in on itself as its body began to just turn into a massive pile of sludge and sickly smelling goo.

A small victory, but…just how many more of these things were here, was the question?

As the Krysa and Dark elf would wrap up their fight, they'd notice their three compatriots still locked in combat with the High Demon who was manically cackling.

"Seal? No no, I'm going to kill all but one of you. Dismember, feast, eat, rip and tear! I'll drag the other back to use as my personal plaything, ehehe! That's the only thing you mortals are good for as our entertainment you weaklings!"

The demon for now, ignored Katherine's dolls, the demon moving far to fast to even think about hitting with a simple melee attack. The fire of rifles once more, didn't seem to bother it, ducking and weaving, using its tendrils to pull itself in a completely random seeming direction in order to avoid getting shot, but it would still end up right in front of Polina.

"Tsk, one of you bugs managed to sting me." She'd hiss as she'd land in front of Polina's hastily constructed wall. Some of Lucrecia's throwing daggers had managed to impale the demon, but she merely casually pulled them from her body, none too bothered by the injuries. "Oh well, I'll just have to return the favor!"

The tendrils grew and writhed, growing in size as they started taking the form of individual mouths…

"...Ah?"

It was then, the little demon became quite aware of the tank hurtling towards them. Right on top of both her and Polina.

"What the fu-" A foul word barely cut off as the tanks barrage of parachutes seemed to do little to stop its quick descent. The demon immediately changed course, changing its attention from Polina towards the tank bearing down on them, giving her enough time to clear the landing zone. The demon's tendrils latched onto the bottom of the tank as it neared, the small demon roaring with fury as the tank's incredible weight bore down on her.

For a few seconds, the demon looked as though she was going to be crushed, not even the strength of all of her extra tendrils able to stop the crushing weight of the tank. While the tank and demon were in a stalemate, though, the gleeful laughter of a certain former Krysan military officer could be heard from within just as the hatch to the tank's driver seat opened, and out came Leoniya climbing out and observing the area.

"Ahhahah! How do you like that warm Krysan Greeting demon!" Upon not seeing the demon in question, her ears fell a bit flat, seemingly disappointed. "...zhdat, where is the demon?"

[User]
First kill! Astreya hurries back for her gun-
wait, so demons can be killed?-
Anyway, she goes back for her gun and reassesses her list of problems. There's the dead demon, the other dead demons, and this demon that's not dead. Right! Point the gun at it! Aaaand- a tank falls on it.
Well. Hey, that'll keep it still. She points and holds the trigger.

She can't hear Leoniya over the sound of her gun, but her disappointed searching speaks clearly enough. She kind of tries to gesture at it with her eyes. She mouths, "Это под тобой."


[System]
Appearance
looks wolf-like enough
Werewolf form
Race
Werewolf

Skill/Magic
As an alpha he can howl other creatures to submission, but creatures stronger than him cant be submitted. And also as an alpha werewolf he is immune towards illusion and charm magic.

Equipment
heavy armor
Starfang Greatsword

Bio

An alpha is the leader of the werewolves, the wise that other wolves follow, the strongest who would be the protector of his people, and the leader in any hunt or war... Wolfric was a prince to the werewolves kingdom, his father Adolf was the alpha, who in his rule contributed in many ways to advance his race and continue the prosperous life that they led. They were the strongest kingdom between the the three kingdoms of men and vampires. Adolf had great expectations for his son. Since he was a cub he started teaching him and training him so that one day he can take challenge him and rule the kingdom. Wolfric learned and grew stronger, yet it wasn't his dream to rule the kingdom and be the alpha. But at the same time he didn't want to disappoint his father...

When Wolfric matured and was able to lead hunts, as full fledged werewolf prince, he couldn't take it anymore. So he had to confront him and tell his desire to be a wild of the wilds, not an alpha. And he had to do it fast before he has to challenge his father. It was just like he expected, hi father strongly disagreed, yet he offered him a solution if he would defeat him in battle to complete his rite of passage to awaken as an alpha, he would allow him to live the life he wants. It was a long bloody battle between a father and son, under the eyes of all the kingdom. It was epic and it seemed for long that Adolf would win, but just before he landed his final blow to knock Wolfric, something awakened inside Wolfric, it was the inner alpha. It gave him a burst in strength and speed, that he never knew before that allowed him to defend the coming blow, and deliver one of his own that finished the battle...

After he left the kingdom, Wolfric was happy free of concerns and responsibilities, but he started hearing rumors in his travels, about some kind of war that will wage between the vampires and the werewolves because of some political disagreements. Some said it will be more like a world war, because the humans will eventually jump in, but on who's side that was something no one knew. Wolfric didn't believe those rumors, he knew that his father wasn't going to allow something like this to happen. But he didn't know is that his father wasn't the alpha king anymore, his sister became the alpha and ruled over the kingdom, and his father was only an old tired wolf, barley able to hunt...

After some time, it was no longer a rumor but a fact, he saw the vampire armies marching towards Lyacosura. He decided to return to the kingdom to see what was happening. It was a shock for Wolfric to see that his sister was the alpha, and his father was too old to rule anymore. He didn't agree with the way the kingdom was being ruled, so he had to abandon his free life, for the sake of the wolves. He challenged his sister and won easily over her, which was something she didn't take lightly, and had a deep grudge towards him for that... Wolfric was able to correct the chaos she had caused, and made the vampire army return to their kingdom, and there was peace again. Many years have passed under his rule, and yet he was still craving his free life but his responsibility towards his people was higher than his desires. His sister betrayed the kingdom, and for some reason she made the human and the vampire kingdom their enemies. It was a situation that couldn't be solved with politics, the armies just wanted to destroy the werewolf empire and occupy it. It was war that will be written in history and talked about for centuries to come. The werewolves had to defend attacks from both humans and vampires, even though they were not allies. Even with the battles that Wolfric won, it didn't make any difference because there would be another battle somewhere and lost. The main problem was the vampires they had powerful magic and strength, and they even brought their elders to the war making it hard to be won, even with all the strategies he could think of he couldn't find a solution.

It was the last few days that were Wolfric nightmare. When they had to retreat all the way to Lyacosura, few warriors were left, and the rest were just civilians. The battle lasted for a few days mainly because the vampires had to defeat the humans first, so they would capture the werewolf kingdom. The humans retreated back to their kingdom, but even with the blows that the vampires took to their army, they still stood mighty and would have little trouble with the werewolves. The vampires stormed the city gates, and Wolfric charged at them, with whatever warriors left, and he had no choice but to charge at the king who was leading the army. With all the wounds Wolfric sustained from previous battles, he had little to no chance of defeating him, yet he didn't care for his life since it was the only chance to save his people. A tough battle took place, Wolfric offered everything he had and pressured the vampire king to do the same. And in their final moments Wolfric was able to cause a major wound to the king's chest. But that was the last thing he was able to do before he passed out, to wake to the horrible fact. He was a prisoner to the vampires instead of dying, and the rest of werewolves were slaves, it was a feeling he couldn't describe, it was all the he was afraid of happening and the reason he didn't want to become an alpha king. It was mostly shame that he felt, and to make it worse the vampires infected the werewolves with some magic that unable them to change at will. And he was the prize trophy for the king thrown in a dungeon, having nothing to pass the time but the torture they had for him, because they didn't want him to leave his cell or talk to the other wolves, and there he was waiting for a day that he would get his revenge...

Theme song
7 Days to the wolves

[User]
The moon the night held, the silvery rays shining upon Wolfric blooded face, as he was holding the bars of his small window. He longed for his free life hunting in the wilds, yet he was depressed more because he still had a commitment towards his people. It was a conflict in his head he was thinking of just running away of his duties...

He leaned his on the bars, taking a deep breath before turning back and sitting on the floor, bathing in the rays of the moon. He couldn't help himself but to go back in memories of the war, remembering all his fallen comrades, his father and mother were killed and he couldn't stop it. His tear fell down, he wiped it from his face he didn't want to be seen like that, but he howled a long and painful howl, he wanted to let reach the whole world, it gave away all his remorse and shame, but also expressing his unyielding will to live on.

The guards came quickly to shut him up. They raised their whips and releasing the pain upon Wolfric's body, he rose up punching the first guard, and kicked the guard behind him. It was a fools attempt one would say, but it was survivor attempt for Wolfric, they were able to restrain him easily, and cuffed him to wall and forcing him on his knees, they whipped him adding more scars on his body.

He knew that by showing pain or screaming he would satisfy their sadistic pleasures, laughing and smiling he denied them that pleasure, even if it meant more pain. There was a small part of him that wished they raise the pain so he would die, and be released to absolute freedom. But the guards weren't allowed to, the king wanted him alive, to show him off in special events or celebrations. The guards became tired and left him blooded once again from head to toe, his healing abilities were severely slowed by the wolvesbane fume in his cell, but he was able to heal slowly. He was tired and felt like sleeping it off, maybe he will wonder off in dreams instead of nightmares this time, he closed his eyes barley breathing, assuring himself that this will end someday, either by his death, or revenge...

[Assistant]
"Yes I agree husband. However, we have the power to control the beasts. What would truly be the harm in having more, surely Adira would agree with me." The queen said her tone was soft but it was annoyed as she looked down the large table at her daughter to agree with her. The royal family sat in the extremely large dining room inside their castle around a table that could easily sit twenty. On one end sat the king, at the other sat the queen, and their three remaining children, Princess Adira and her two brothers sitting somewhere in the middle. "I said, surely you would agree with me Adira." The queen repeated herself, giving a look to Adira.

Adira blinked a little looking at her mother whom she honestly hard been paying no attention to at all. Her attention was on her two foolish brothers, who were arguing over another princess of another castle that would be stupid to pick either one of them. Though from the annoyed look on her fathers face it was easy to tell that the conversion hadn't changed from the werewolves that walked across the room, sitting food on the table and pouring fresh blood into the glasses. Over the last couple of weeks her mother and father had been in an argument about breeding the wolf slaves to make more for their people. "I have to disagree with you both." Adira said shaking her head.

She opened her mouth to continue but her mother quickly raised her hand to silence her daughter. "You truly are of no use, nevermind daughter." The queen scolded angry that her daughter did not agree with her.

However, her father slightly frowned at his wife before looking to his daughter interested in what her disagreement was with his argument that the wolves should not be allowed at all. "As you were saying daughter."

Adira smiled slightly at her father and continued. "If it is forced they will found someway to rebel. However, if you were to giving them just enough free will to..." She started to explain only to be cut off by both her mother and father laughing at her suggestion before she was even finished. Her reasons had been logical in her mind. The laughing stopped as the loud howling from the dungeons echoed throughout the castle, and Adira was again slightly intrigued watching as the slaves stopped to listen, looking almost miserable that they couldn't help their king. "That pet of yours is to loud husband, we really should find a way to keep him quieter." The queen said frowning as the howling stopped.

Adira excused herself from the table and headed for room however, she found herself stopping as she started to pass by the dungeon, her curiosity getting the better of her. This wasn't the first time she had been down in this dungeon, but it was the first time since they brought her father's trophy here after the war and he was asleep. Adira opened the large door to the dungeon, the guard simply looking up at her as she entered. Her black heels that matched her dress echoed in the now quiet dungeon as she came to a stop in front of the cell looking at the man inside.

The smell of blood filling the dungeon as he bleed. "I don't think I asked for you to follow me. You can go back your post." Adira said to the guard who had followed her down, she wasn't afraid of the wolf in his cage, if anything she was relaxed knowing him couldn't get to her from inside his cell.

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Drifting within his dreams, Wolfric remembered his old life, the life that was ripped from him. He remembered his free life and his adventures, his first love and his first heartbreak, he remembered his time with his father teaching him all about their history. He also remembered his defeat and his shame, how he let his people down and his treacherous sister that sold her entire people. It seemed that treason was not meant only for humans, it seemed that living for thousands of years doesn't bestow more wisdom than what the humans possess. Physical torment wasn't the hard part for him, but this eternal torment of betrayal and failure, of hate and ungratefulness, that no cry or howl would begin to express. He would've taken his own life by now, but surrender was something that wasn't in his blood, and not something that was taught to him by his father.

Strange was the sound that awoke Wolfric, the sound of heels pounding the floor, no woman has ever set a foot inside the dungeons. But the scent even though he couldn't tell exactly because of his dull senses, was oddly familiar. The moon had disappeared by the clouds, hiding Wolfric's face in the darkness of the backend of room, yet the torches outside his dungeon kept light in the hallway, and slightly to his cell. He heard a woman's voice ordering the guard to go back to his station, he wondered for whom did she come? She stopped at his looking at him. Sudden anger was brought from his inside as he recognized her from the scent, she was the daughter of the vampire king, nevertheless he couldn't do anything about it, so he calmed down "Why? Did you come here to admire the wounded wolf? Or just to admire your father's prize? Daughter of the vampire king. Or do you have some sadistic needs like those guards and want to indulge them?" Barley talking yet he laughed at his last question, since it was clearly with bad intent, he coughed even more but he felt it was worth it. Still he wondered about her reason for coming here, but he sensed that it wouldn't be a pleasant one for she is the enemy...