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Gender: Male

Species: Wisp > Immature Poltergeist

Appearance:

Goals: Danny has only two goals and one of them is more secondary. He wants to live a long life and if possible somehow get a body that is immune to all diseases and poisons.

Past Life:Despite being better suited to become a Goblin this former handyman/gardener choose to become a Wisp. His reasoning while flawed and mostly subconscious was simple. As a being of energy his new "body" was unlikely to be ravaged by the disease that claimed his life once already.

As a human Danny's life was mostly average, he wasn't a great student or super popular but he did okay at school and had a few friends. Still not coming from a rich family he dropped out after college and looked for a job.

A couple of years later a routine check-up revealed he had lymphoma though the doctors were confident that they found it in time. At first it seemed they were right and that he had made a full recovery, but during a post treatment check up it turned out the cancer spread to his brain and most likely fatal. Mot wanting to go through chemo again, and even with little hope of survival, he choose to simply kill himself.

 Abilities: * Mana Orb I and II A simple blast of Energy elemental magic with a range of 30 feet. At the moment it only does as much damage as a strong punch on average, unless the enemy is weak to magic. As it gets stronger it becomes a generic, non-elemental energy blast. Due to its simple nature and lack of elemental properties the Mana Orb spell is easily malleable into other spell forms. Magic damage increased. MP Cost increased. As an Active Spell Skill, this skill may be used at any Rank of power you possess.
* Lesser Force II Use a type of magical telekinesis to manipulate objects a short distance from your body. Objects cannot be finely manipulated, and the strength of this Spell is comparable to your physical ability. It works better if the object is also within your sight. This Spell has low MP consumption. MP Consumption decreased. Range slightly increased. Force strength slightly increased. Rather than more powerful, it would be more accurate to say this skill is now more efficient. Range increased, total radius is now 5 feet. Power extended at this range is the same as Rank II. Power at arm's length is now stronger.
* Levitation
* Monster Analysis III Gain more information about a creature or other items directly related to a creature. You may now gain comparison information about the creature's physical capabilities contrasted with your own.
* Magic Analysis II! Gain more detail about Magic oriented Skills and Spells. Lose less effectiveness when analyzing Monsters, Materials, etc so long as they are magically inclined.
* Meditate I By concentrating and calming oneself, increase the regeneration of Magic Power and Stamina. This skill cannot be used in battle. Any distractions in the environment will drastically decrease the effectiveness of this skill. This skill cannot be used in conjunction with other Active skills.
* Mana Shape I You can shape your raw Mana into the appearance of something. At this rank, your Mana does not have weight, force, or other physical qualities. Your Mana cannot produce sounds. Your Mana cannot move freely. Your mana can have its color changed. Your shapes must be relatively simple with no moving parts. The shape cannot be held for long without more MP.
* Aqua Sphere I By charging a small amount of water with mana, create a sphere of pressurized liquid to be launched at the target. While it does not require ammunition so to speak, this spell works better if there is water in the environment or in heavy humidity. Its range, damage, and MP cost are virtually identical to Mana Orb, but its nature as a Water spell varies its power based on elemental properties of the target.
* Mana Dart I! A focused magic projectile that deals non-elemental Magic damage and Piercing Damage. Higher cost than Mana Orb but increased range, speed, and damage. However, its smaller size makes it less accurate.
* Blunt Resistance I  Reduce Blunt physical damage by a small amount; a Rank I attack skill would be reduced almost completely, depending on your own base defensive stats.
* Focus I By spending at least 30 seconds focusing before using an offensive Skill or Spell, you can increase its damage or range. At this rank it is comparable to increasing the power by one rank (eg Mana Orb I to Mana Orb II) while also increasing the MP cost by half again (spend 1.5x Mana Orb I's cost).
* Faster I Your base physical speed is increased! By gaining the skills Harder, Better, and Stronger, Skill Synergy will occur and you will gain one rank of Physical Conditioning.
* Plant Analysis I Gain basic information about the properties of a plant by carefully observing it.
* Mana Vision I  Concentrate MP in your eyes to see the fluctuations of Mana. The level of detail and other qualities of your Mana Vision depend not only on the Rank of this Skill, but also on your physical sense of sight. Depending on the strength of your concentration, having a lesser sense of vision may also consume Stamina when using this Skill. At your current Rank, you can only see strange fluctations of magic energies and shapes that are not easily understood...
* Point Strike I  With a discerning eye, take aim at an oppenent's weak point and concentrate your own power into a single point of attack. Slightly increase the power of any attack, and gain an increased chance for a Critical Hit. Using this Skill in conjunction with other attack Skills, however, may cause it to lose effectiveness.
* Muffle I  This skill grants you the ability to be just a little bit better at being stealthy, with a focus on reducing the sound of your movements.
* Crafting I  Your knowledge and understanding of mechanics, workmanship, and other such things enable you to craft better items. The process of creating many items is still an unknown to you, but if you ever succeed in such a creation its Sub-Stat Enhancements will be higher than normal.
* Spiritual Awareness I  You have become more aware of the spiritual side of the world. This will affect your interactions with certain types of spiritual monsters such as non-corporeal Undead. At this rank, you can only detect a hint of the spiritual world. There may also be other affects of this ability...
* Fireball I The fire-themed version of a basic magical attack. With roughly the same power, range, and MP consumption as a Mana Orb, it has the unique property of being able to inflict a burn on the target. However, as an elemental spell, these same properties render it harder to use in certain circumstances. Non-flammable or elementally opposed targets, for example, will be much less effected.
* Material Analysis I  You have developed an eye for determining the qualities of inorganic or non-living objects. At this rank, you will only be able to gain surface information about an object. When used in conjunction with a crafting skill, it may help discover more compatible items.
* Fusion Skill [Analysis] A Fusion Skill is not a true skill by itself, but a sort of shortcut. You have acquired Monster, Magic, Plant and Material Analysis skills. By activating [Analysis] you will use all of these skills at once without as much mental effort. [Analysis] will not go up in Rank, but its effectiveness will increase if the Skills used for Fusion are increased. However, if only Analysis is used, the growth of the individual skills will not be as fast.
* Charisma I Like other charismatic skills, your personality is almost a magical charm unto itself. You'll have greater luck convincing others to go along with your suggestions, but only within their own natural reasoning. This skill may not work on those with stronger Wills.

Inventory:
* Source Crystal Shard x1
* Flak Sac x1
* Broken Flak Shell x1
* Flak Shell x1
* Goat Hide Robe
* Flak Pauldron
* Flak Gauntlet
* Sharp Stone
* Cudgel
* Curved Stick
* Flak beetle mandible
* Dire Rat-Hide Loincloth
* Small Hollow Gourd (Half Full of Water)
* Wooden Cudgel

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Ardur The Pixie  Into the fire > Sometimes your best isn't enough /// Adventuring day 4 // Morning / Location - Cave

At least he tried. It was all he could really think about as both slimes basically ignored him and used his temporary ceasefire as a way to take a small break and recalculate their foes. He didn't truly believe he would get them to stop but that wasn't the point. He wanted them to see him try. Not just the slimes but the others nearby as well. So that they knew even through his last outburst that he was at least willing to try and stop the fighting. As he saw it, he was taking all sides and none at all.

The next thing he knew when he looked back to Asura was a sudden shadow above him. Ducking down as someone yelled "MASH!" Ardur barley saw the large slime barrel over him and into Jason. Right after a surge of red tendrils flowed past him and towards Jason.

Obviously Asura would not slow down so instead the buff pixie simply whispered, "Go for the core, end the threat, I'll keep you alive." After that, the pixie dove out of the way of the slimes battle royale and tumbled to the side. With only momentary dizziness he stood back up and observed his surroundings.

The large rat was still hanging out at the rim of the battle and the wisp seemed to take it upon himself to extend the hostilities by giving Jason more mana crystals. Two Lizards where also hanging out on the edge of the small defilade definitely here by Jason's call and were listening to him. But otherwise the area looked clear.

Ardur was very curious as to the position of the other monsters that ran off earlier. If it was a trap and the wisp was in on it he needed to get to higher ground to alert Asura. This would also allow him to find a few more mana crystals as well. With that thought in his head the pixie took flight straight towards the ceiling and the mana crystals that waited for him there. Paying just enough attention to the wisp as to not be surprise attacked but otherwise focused on getting mana.

Level: 4

Health: 90%
Mana: 0%
Stamina: 80%

Inventory:

Clothes: Spider silk belt and leaf loin cloth, mud coating.

Weapons: N/A

Magic/Skills: Shield II, Lesser Flight III, Minor Heal III, Physical Conditioning I, Fire Resistance I, Taming I, Fireball I, Stronger I, Crafting I, Muffle I,

Kills for current level: 1x skelebin / 1x undead wisp

Other:

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@Kazemitsu@ReusableSword@Duthguy@SilverPaw

With a grunt, Jason absorbed his herbs, returning him to full HP- just in time for Asura to come down on him with full strength, causing the rat to get shot out of the slime mage's body.  Activating [Bounce I], he threw the full power of Asura's smash right back into his foe, launching the red slime back.  Quickly scampering out of the divot, he caught the three crystals dropped by Danny, instantly absorbing them. "Kill the red one." he coldly commanded the lizards.  With increadible speed Jason scoured the area for a sharp rock, managing to find one within mere moments.

He immediately went to work- with a squealch and a wet rip the slime mage did something. Before continuing to dart about, avoiding taking hits.  Jason needed to end this.  It was clear that Ardur never intended for  a peaceful solution, but was instead trying to buy time for Mama Slime's surprise attack.  The conniving fuck would have to pay for that later.  However,  with a healer, and two increadibly high-HP mobs against him, he couldn't involve his allies, or they'd die too.  He was going to make his biggest gamble yet, because like hell would he let those two walk away from here victorious.... And if their victory meant killing him, he would simply steal it from their grasp. "DANNY, ASTERIA, RETURN TO BASE-- I'LL BE THERE SOON!" he shouted to his allies, before beginning his final chant, enhancing [Spell Chant I] with [War Cry I] once more, as he attempted to channel his very HP into the spell, as well as using the source crystal as a focus for his magic, "I cast this spell, with dying breath.-" above Jason's two rings of violet; perched almost like a halo took shape.  The runic lettering within scrambled, and flickering "Giving my life, to escape true death.  I hereby abandon this mortal shell, to keep at bay, the clutches of hell.....  A DECLARATION TO ALL, THIS IS NOT MY END!-" a bisecting line began to from within the circle, "THROUGH MIND AND SOUL, I SHALL ASCEND!!!" a second line, splitting the circle into quadrants took form, "THE REAPER'S GRASP, IT'S BITTER COLD.-" the formation grew bright, illuminating the arena around them, "I FEAR NO MORE! IT HAS NO HOLD!" for a moment, the light grew blinding, as the projection began to warp, wildly fluctuating into a mesmerizing display reminiscent of an arctic arora.  The pseudopod wielding the sharp rock extend out, before being bent to reach the top corner of the slime mage's body. "TELEPATHY ASCENSION ART-- WILL BEYOND DEATH!!!" as he spoke the final line, Jason tore through the front side of his body with the sharp stone.  Any within range of Jason's telepathy would hear the rather loud sound of microphone feedback as the circle shattered into fading sparkles......

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Danny had been planning to use chanting in combination with Aqua Sphere to hopefully scare Asura off, assuming he had the MP to stay levitating and bluff that he could cast it again. His plan however became meaningless when Jason seemingly committed suicide, sure his speech implied he was planning something but there was no way for the Wisp to know if it worked.

Danny briefly wondered what to do, taking revenge on Asura was an option even though he wasn't technically directly responsible for his death and anyway fighting a fellow reincarnator didn't sit right with him. Suddenly he realized that the crystal he seemed to be using during his last chant might be important, even if the spell didn't work.

Deciding to at least make sure Asura or Ardur wouldn't get it he levitated closer to Jason ready to use Lesser Force to pull the crystal out of his body if the Slime didn't show any signs of life.


[System]
Gender: Female
Age: 27
Parents: Bruce Wayne and Pamela Isley
Powers: plant manipulation. When pjoebe first developed her powers she was clumsy with them, mostly using vines even when coming to the academy, but throughout her training, whether at the school or with her mother, her skills began to expand and vary, so that she now has a multitude of attacks and control over plants
Bio: phoebe was left, and raised in an orphanage as her parents best thought to protect her. When she found out, she was at first angry and hurt, but has now come to understand why they did it, if not completely sure of the reasoning behind it.

After graduation, and marrying Ryan, she was glad to move to New York. Always perfering an apartment over an actual house, she prefered to live in the city then in the outer suburbs. She loved the feel and the motion of it, and near a park, she had everything she needed.

She developed her own landscaping company, with has done well, enough so that it doesn't need her constant attention. Then she began what she had formulated back at the academy, with her degrees in business, and began to infiltrate what she suspected as bad places. She would adopt the persona she saw as her alias, Deviks Snare, gather what information she needed and then slip away. There were several things she did with the information. If it revealed something terrible, she would at once attack as Devils snare, or if it wasn't as bad as that, she would give the informTion to those that knew what to do with it.

As the years progressed, and Phoebe began pregnant, she stepped back a bit. After the birth of Daniel pjoebe dedicated as much time and energy as the boy demanded, cherish him and going beyond just simple parental love. She was happier then she ever had been, with Ryan and their son.

She slowly began to get back into the world of business but how took precautions to make sure nothing would fall on her family
Appearance:

 just green

Name:Kalinda
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Parents: Raven
Powers: empathy and emotion control, shadow manipulation, telekenisis, flight, teleportation. When Kalinda first developed her powers and attended the academy, she was clumsy, to the point of destruction. Her empathic ability made even the simplest tasks hard, but now, she is in complete control
Bio: Kalinda was fifteen when her powers manifested. A trying time for anyone, but even worse for Kalinda, having to deal with her own confusing emotions and development and those of her peers. Six months after developing her abilities, she enrolled at the academy.

For a while, she didn't really have any plans for the future, or at least not more then "control". Then she came to the idea of becoming a psychologist.

So she got her degree. Graduated the academy, and now practices as a therapist. Often, if a trouble child or teen, and perhaps the occasional adult, that comes to her, she will sooth and smooth rough, confusing emotions helping them to deal with them as well as improving their lives.

No one knows of her other alias. Of black night, the hooded figure that seems to haunt the night.

Appearance:
**Name:** Conner

**Age:**23

**Gender:** male
**Parents:** tony stark and Pepper Potts

**Powers:** apart from an iron man suit? Nothing really. His mind.

**Appearance:** 6"3, short black hair, brown eyes, light skin that is boarding on pale, quite thin-always and somewhat scrawny

(just without the glasses)

Bioto come soon

Name: Harry
Gender: male
Age: 16
Parents: unknown to him
Powers: Harry's abilities are somewhat hard to understand. He has always had them, and they happen with his eyes. When he looks directly into someone's eyes, he gains their memories up until that moment, as well as who they are as a person, and one future image. Some people are immune to this power.

He has two other abilities, less...of a toll on him. Super strength, which is of course simple, and mild mimicry of others abilities-meaning he can copy others powers but when he uses them they aren't strong.

Personality: Harry has an unstable kind of personality, due to his abilities. However, he is a kind person, often seeming quite intuitive. But he is quite a shy person, often not speaking up.
Bio: Harry was abandoned on the door step of a SHIELD agent, wrapped in a blanket, and left to be discovered.

The Agents house was Phil coulsons, who, at first was suspicious of a child on his door step, for who but someone in SHiELD would know his home?

But in didn't take long to realise the child was just that-a child. Unable to locate the boy's parents, Coulson eventually decided to keep him.

As Harry grew, it soon became obvious that he had strange abilities. Unable to participate in school, Coulson had him home schooled, as he figured out a way to give Harry the chance to participate in life. It took a few years but eventually Harry was presented with a set of special classes which enable him to function, preventing his abilities, which are accessed through his eyes, from overwhelming him.

He started at the academy when he was 13, glasses new to him, and although not particularly outgoing, managed to work through his schooling well.

When the school was attacked, Harry found himself trapped, but in moment had gotten himself out. Afraid, knowing he wouldn't be able to do much, at least until it was safe, he fled the school, but hurt, he didn't get far and instead, fell asleep
Appearance:

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Connor

Connor stopped for a moment, transferring completely to his suit, he sent a message, first to Kijani saying he was heading to the academy, to see what had happened and to tell her if she didn't see the news, to check online, and others to his team, Get to the academy, we need to investigate what happened

He took off, into the air, pogramming in the route to the academy so he could, if need be, talk to others without having to focus on his route.

"Ignot, watch for any attacks" he said, wary

Kalinda

It took Kalinda seconds to get to the Academy. All she had to do was teleport there. She was reminded, as she always was, about her first clumsy teleportation. She was very lucky she hadn't hurt herself. She took to the air, looking about at the schools destruction. But something made her look around the air, a feeling of uneasy, uncertainty. She had learned to trust her instincts, and right now, she felt like she was about to be tossed into something...not necessarily good or bad.

She saw the other figure in the air, dressed quite similarly to herself. She hadn't seen them before, and to have them there, at the academy, wasn't a good sign, she thought.

She watched them, wary.

[Assistant] Erik stood in his room, hearing the enormous explosions all around him. . . debris fell down on him, but he somehow survived all of the decimation. The destruction filled his ears and he closed shut his eyes hard, drowning out everything so he could just remain sane. He heard the crying and the deaths of the dying, people in their last moments. He did not enjoy their pain but there was a part of him that felt good, as if his tongue had touched the meat of prey, and he reveled in the agony even as his heart seemed to shrivel and burn in the pain of feeling his friends and rivals alike excruciatingly shuffle off this mortal coil. He crawled out of the debris, noticing no survivors around him. . . there was a dead woman, a young girl, maybe no more than ten years old if that, just laying there, and no one to see him. . . he crawled, steadily towards her, ready to bite into her. . . unable to contain his hunger.

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An evening to breathe, an evening to rest, it's all she wanted. The room had only the dimmest of light and some of that came from the moon light spilling through the large windows. Lounging with a dog dozing at her side and with a book balanced on her thigh Kat was writing in some runic alphabet. The picture was serene, a distant world from the chaos that preceded her. That was until the phone on the side obnoxiously flashed and buzzed, the dogs head snapping up at the sudden interruption. She'd forgotten to turn the infernal thing off, of course.

Quickly jotting down a few more notes and giving the dog a gentle stroke, she stood and picked up the phone planning to turn it straight off. However the alert gave her pause.

BREAKING NEWS: ACADEMY OF HEROES AND VILLAINS ATTACKED, ATTACKERS UNKNO...
Her brow furrowed briefly and she went over to the TV. The harsh light filled the room and the dog jumped down from the sofa to slink away somewhere quieter. Switching to an international channel she was confronted with a sweeping shot of the smoldering remains of the Academy. "Gods..." She stood and watched the breakdown of the carnage but it soon became clear that the only current certainties was death and destruction. This was a power move but who was sending it, and what were they trying to prove.

It was not so much that she wanted to get involved but how could she not? She probably had some civic duty to ensure this was nothing Asgardian, that and she was more or less wired to thrive on dysfunction. So she was returning to the Academy, if situations were different she may have laughed. Turning off the television and taking a moment to give up the quiet night she longed for she went to prepare. Yes, she was returning but she wasn't wearing the guise any more. The role of the teen idle had grown dull long before she'd left, it was time for something a little more magical.

[Assistant]
Ryan Allen
He always hated having to wake up so early. It was never easy to do and now he had to get to work at Stark Industries. He was currently fiddling with his tie and thinking about the past few years. He was married to the girl of his dreams and had a beautiful son. It was funny that this was all because of him saying hello. It was funny how things like that worked.

He froze for a minute when he heard Phoebe call for him. That was never good. He quickly flash ran into the room and looked around for whoever was attacking. He heard her words when he saw the news. His phone buzzed but he did not look at it. "Oh my God..." He said quickly hugging Phoebe. He had no idea if his father was there but he knew Bruce would be there. He hugged both of them close.

"What the... How? Okay we need to go there and see what happened. I can drop Daniel at Daycare before I take us there. " He said softly still holding them. "I doubt I am going to work today. "We are gonna get through this. We always do."

He quickly texted Connor. I am taking Phoebe to the site soon. I'll bring my kit to try and see if I can start figuring this out. He sent that mostly to calm himself down. Inside he was panicking but he was not going to show it ever.

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Jack Parker
Jack stumbled into the kitchen while his two sibling were just standing there. He was only wearing a pair of pajama pants. He was not even close to awake right now. He had spent most of the night patrolling the city. He as exhausted but atleast he had not been pestered by Midnight so that was nice. "I am right here, E. I heard." He said turning on his heel and walking back towards his room and pulling his suit on quickly. "I say we race. Ben already knows that he is gonna lose." He said trying to raise the mood a bit. A place important to all three of them was destroyed. He figured a joke would help a little bit.

"You do know this means we are all that remains of the super teams. I mean all the big ones are gone from that. Who knows who else was there."

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Phoebe shook her head, "no. To me mother. She will die before she lets anything happen to him, and if need be, she knows how to hide. I want him Safe, Ryan. I need to know he is safe. That if anything happens to us, he will be safe. And it will give her something to do, go focus on" she said, putting Daniel in his arms, she finished packing the baby bag, putting in a few extra things, like some toys-although her mother had practically a whole store of toys for him-and things to that effect.

She gave that to Ryan to, and kissed Daniel on the forehead. "Be good" she let him hold her finger for a moment with one of his hands before saying "I'll be ready to go by the time you get back. Be careful"

She stepped back, darting to their bedroom.'she hadn't packed her things yet, her suit was hung over the door. She changed into it quickly, and took a moment to Herself, and then she went back out, to wait for Ryan.

[Assistant]
Ryan quickly changed into his suit in the time that it took Phoebe to make a bag for Daniel. He had finally gotten the full Flash suit and he knew he was gonna need it. He ran back in and held Daniel . "You know I would die before I would let anything happen to you or him. " He said kissing the top of her head. He grabbed the back and looked around the room. He put his hands to brace Daniel and sped off out the door towards his mother-in-law's house. He moved so that he would not hurt Daniel but was still moving quickly. He managed to get there quickly. He figured that Daniel would not remember anything but the boy seemed to like when he was running. A classic sign of a speedster.

Ryan ran into Pamela's place and put Daniel down. He leaned down and kissed Daniel's blonde hair. "Be good. I'll be back no matter what." He said running back out the door this time much faster to their place. He ran in and looked at Phoebe. "Ready to go? We need to get going there as soon as we can." He said waiting to carry her there. "Also Daniel is gonna be a great speedster some day. He loves when I am running. My dad use to say I was like that at his age." He said proudly. "Some day he'll be running with me... Wow that is a great feeling."

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Phoebe managed to smile, "he just loves being with you. He likes being held close, and the running is just a side benefit" she said, anusement managing to tinge her tone. She brushed back tears, cursing herself for a fool, that everything would be alright. But that nugget of fear just pushed it all aside.

She stepped to Ryan, "we always knew he'd be speedy-well I did. Rapid fast kicks and all that when I was pregnant with him" she laughed softly, and leaned against Ryan, to let him pick her up. "Dad has to be okay" she said softly, "beyond everything else, he can't go out like this, by a group of...of terrorists" she swallowed, "let's go"

She knew they would be there in no time flat


[System]
23 years of age, Male
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History
 Niall has appeared a few years ago out of seemingly thin air. As the land fell into dark times and people were needed to step up, he took up arms and oaths to fulfill and set out through the land as a Vagrant Knight, with no real titles or possession safe on his person. He would travel to land to help villagers and people in need and quickly made sort of a name for himself as a wandering, local folk hero of some sort. No one could ever see his face for two reason; he almost exclusively traveled and did his work at night and he also almost never removed his helmet. This is what earned him his nickname; The Owl Knight.

Anything else

 Niall was raised by benevolent but secretive Tuathas. They did not tell him much of how he came under their care but he believes, from what he heard, that they found him lost and alone in the woods during a stormy night. His parents may have been set upon or abandoned him, it isn't known. They raised him to value pacifism and to resort to violence as a last resort. They taught him about his people and what he was and the History of this land, and of course - they taught him to fight. Not because they believed in it, but because they knew that he was a Human and could not stay on Mount Sliabh indefinitely. Not being able, or wanting, to alter his direct body with enchantments, the Tuathas created a familiar for Niall. An Owl, Gwdihw, a magical creation that had fey properties and was linked directly to Niall through a powerful magical link. It was like an extension of his person, and grants him certain abilities. They also gifted him with his signature helmet and the Lance he uses in combat, The Eye of Night.

Abilities

Niall is a gifted fighter in general, but what sets him apart is his training and magical abilities gained through his time with the Tuathas. Niall attack most often from the Dark, taking his targets at a disadvantage, and strike with extreme speed and precision.

Gwdihw, his pet owl familiar who can always be found near Niall. Through it, Niall is gifted multiple magical and fantastical abilities that aid him in his quest.

 Owl Accuracy: Niall is gifted with augmented visual prowess. He can see in the night like a predatory bird, and in the day or
 night he can strike with extreme precision and at high speed.

 The Eye of Night: The Owl Knight can bring forth from his lance a magic that would resemble some sort of mist, albeit very
 dark, that would stretch over a certain area and simulate a moonless night.

 Wind Magic: The ability that is the centerpiece of Niall's combat style, and used in conjecture with the others. He can use
 Wind Magic to to grant himself greater speed and jump higher and further. His enemies could easily think he can levitate or fly, but
 they would be wrong.

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Luna sneared. Too many were dying. Her plan, whatever it may have been, had obviously failed. Well, the saying was "Plans don't live past first contact with the enemy". And then... There was this presence in her mind. A voice. She gripped her weapon before taking a small breath. No, she needed to keep her head. "Men! Hold these six off, use them as shields against their arrows. Kill them and none of you die." That was a command. Luna stabbed at the closest bandit to her before pulling the blade out and heading towards where the enemy reinforcements were coming from. "I'll win, on my terms."

The Knightess passed the, unbeknownst to her, sole surviving soldier from Niall's squad and run towards the biggest group of bandits coming at her. There were no other allied targets in the way now so she could go all out. "Watch as my sword of light tears you asunder!" Luna exclaimed as she charged at the bandits. She sheathed her sword and in her hands, appeared a large sword of light. It looked to be about as tall as she was and rather thick. Despite that, she seemed to wield it with ease. Her blade swung forward as she were closing into the group and she swung it in a confident attempt to bisect as many as she could. She couldn't keep this weapon up for too long, but she should be able to keep it up long enough without exhausting herself too much.

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"Ah?!"

This cursed magical energy.. .there was no doubt in Fio's mind. This was a Fomorian! Turning on her heel, she sprang back, off of her vantage point and onto a platform she had formed in the air using a barrier, the spell she'd been casting cancelling. The enormous sword dissipated, fading away into blue motes of light that drifted skyward.

This must have been the Fomorian mentioned in Sir Niall's report...!

"I haven't the slightest interest in allowing you to handle this sword," replied the Sword Witch flatly. She couldn't provide further support like this, but at the very least she'd managed to take the Fomorian's attention.

As frustrating as it was, this was also an opportunity.

"However, I'm happy to demonstrate my capabilities, Fomorian, since you've given me such ugly practice targets."

The monstrous, abominable things that emerged from the darkness, twisted and warped mockeries of life that could only be the experiments the Fomorian girl had created. Awful. Completely and utterly awful. She would be doing them, and the world, a favor.

"Cutting them to pieces can only be an improvement! Sura, Luna Orbit!"

A single command, for a specific configuration of blades. Ejecting themselves from a circle in the air behind her, the blue phantom swords began to circle around the small witch's body, at first somewhat slowly and then far faster. Rather then a simple barrier, it was offense as well. The abominations weren't likely to care about pain, but they certainly would struggle to attack if they had their limbs sawed through, especially given her position in the air.

Of course, only an idiot would leave it there.

"Five phantom swords. Now."

They materialized from circles in an arc over her head, each one pointing at one of the abominations before rocketing towards them.

It was a test, but ideally it would also at least keep them from moving swiftly as she picked her next course of action.

[User]
As the wyvern lunched towards him, the Frozen Knight dodged to the wyvern's blinded side. This foe might not be as strong as that large black wyvern, but it'd still require some strategy. It had already proven quite dangerous and quite resilient, and there were still two more of these beast to worry about.

Ethelred recalled the words of Elias back when they were traveling.

Sigurd the Dragonslayer; my great, great, great, great Grandfather– discovered and employed a great many methods on his hunts. He'd use anything from siege weapons, to traps, even poison… But what he found to be the most effective strategy; particularly on wyverns, was breaking their wings.

A Dragon suddenly deprived of something it's instinctually used its entire life; no matter how wise, or cruel, or crafty it may be…quickly loses sight of this, and becomes little more than just another beast to be slain.

There was no time like the present to put this to the test, and what better way to pay respects to Elias than by trusting in his ancestor's wisdom? The next moment the wyvern's wings would beat downward, he'd aim his lance and thrust it squarely at its elbow. Ethelred was placing considerable trust in Elias' words by performing this attack, but it was the least he could do to honor his fallen companion.

"Elnith!" Ethelred shouted. "Go find your armor! I'll keep this one occupied!" Seeing the black veins appear on her, and hearing her ask him to stop her were both grim reminder that Elnith's curse was much more dire than his own. Ethelred's curse merely affected his physical form, but Elnith's curse assailed her mind. In her weakened condition, she might struggle to hold back whatever dark impulses her malediction brought down upon her, and Ethelred didn't want to risk Elnith's sanity in the fight.

[Assistant]
Niall had wanted to finish this quickly, but things were not at all as planned. He had a quick thought to the others, who more than likely also had a kink in their own part of the plan. Now - Niall's assault was working well. At least for a time. With this assault and the first one, Annagan had cuts and wounds all over but still refused to either die or back down. This was getting quite frustrating.

What more, the beast of a man managed to block Niall's hit and throw the knight off balance, literally throwing him outside of his Eye of Night. The Owl Knight was still in the air when Annagan came rushing out after him, his hammer at the ready. A quick thinker, the agile Niall thrusted the lance into the ground to stop himself in the fraction of a second and used his momentum to transform his lance into a makeshift catapult. Annagan had thrown Niall away with such force that the lance wooden shaft bended with he built of momentum when Niall thrusted it down and, when it released, sent the knight just as fast towards the bandit.

Nothing stopped Niall from having other weapons than his signature Lance, and so with one curved dagger mimicking the talon of a bird of prey, Niall aimed at the man's throat coming at him just as fast if not more than when he had been thrown away. His aim was to slash Annagan's throat and continue pass him, surprising the bandit with a move he didn't expect and ending the fight with a clean mortal wound.


[System]
Alias: The Red Eyed Swordsman, yes swordsMAN. This is due to the fact that her current first name Musashi is mostly used for males, causing people to assume she's male and this title was given to her before her bounty poster came up, but no one bothered to correct it.

Age: 18

Position: Swordsman/Quartermaster as while she is primarily a Swordsman, she hates feeling useless outside the battlefield so she uses her higher education as a former World Noble to take care of finance and cut up whoever is getting too greedy.

Bounty: 10,000,000

Appearance:

Personality: Musashi tends to be a level headed figure inside and outside of battle and tends to be quite snarky, due to years of being in battle and years of travel tends to treat dangerous situations quite causally often joking about the weird and dangerous situations that she finds herself in. That being said she has a complete disregard for the law, either due to her World Noble birthright or just flat out hating the world government, she is moral in the fact that she won't kill or harm innocents, but just tends to break the law when she feels like it, meaning she'll nick all your stuff if she has the chance. She tends to have a taste for expensive objects, fortunately for the crew she is rather fair as the Quartermaster though rather stingy, giving everyone just enough for what they need and nothing more including herself. Though this causes her to fulfill her tastes illegally, which causes her trouble fairly often. She is rather competitive and a sore loser, though she doesn't use dirty tricks and is rather fair, especially in battle. She doesn't give up on a fight and refuses to stay down.

Background: Musashi was born into Mariejois as Aria. At first she was the classic example of a World Noble being selfish and vain, until the age of 8 were her father got her a slave, a former cabin girl of the Red Blades Pirates who was about 2 years older than her. Of course the two immediately got off on the wrong foot, but after a year got to know each other. The Girl taught her about the life outside and the vast seas and her dreams of becoming the great pirate and living free as the wind. This girl was the first friend she had and she decided to do her first selfless act for the girl. When her father decided to go to Sabaody she convinced him to take her and her friend with her and once her father was properly distracted, she snuck off with her friend and set her free, she never saw her friend again, but she heard stories of a fearsome female pirate captain a seveal years after this event. Of course after she was gone the other members of her family scolded her for wasting what to them was a tool. This was the first time she realized that the world she was living in wasn't as bright as she once thought, after that to her the life she was living in was just a velvet lined prison. She wanted to be free she wanted to see that life, so she came up with a plan. An year had passed and she managed to grab the master key to the slave collar and freed the slaves hoping to travel with one of them in a pirate crew, however, contrary to the naive girl's beliefs the pirates weren't as nice as her friend has been and used her as a hostage and took her prisoner. They managed to steal a ship, but someone had snuck aboard their ship before they stole it. This man was Miyamoto D. Musashi, who was hiding in the cargo hold where Aria was being kept. They spent most of the time talking with each other, Aria explaining where she came from and Musashi explaining that he had came from Wano, to become the world's greatest swordsman. They continued for hours as to Aria, his company was the only thing keeping her from crying out in fear, however, voices began scream out from the upper deck, both of them not knowing why until the entire top deck was torn apart by one of the biggest sea kings in recorded history which drawfed the small trading ship that they were on. Aria grabbed a dagger that fell from the snake like sea king, no doubt from one of the pirates that the Goliath had eaten up and tried to defend herself, but what was a dagger going to do against a beast such as that, the beast lunged at her she closed her eyes waiting for what's to come, but it never did. When she opened her eyes the beast was split into two right down the middle with Musashi drawn his blade. While this was impressive this also caused the beast's dead to fall on the ship causing it to sink and both of them to become shipwrecked and washed up shore on some island she didn't know the name of. After that they started traveling together, with Musashi teaching her swordsmanship. They traveled for 3 years this is when she truly saw what the World Government was like, but what cemented her hate for the world government, was also end with the death of Musashi. It all started with a corrupt marine who challenged him to a battle of swordsmen, however, he had one of his subordinates take her hostage and when the duel was about to start he revealed to her master that he had taken Aria hostage. This shocked her master who turned his back on the Marine and threw a blade at the subordinate allowing her to escape, however, this left an opening to the marine's blade striking across the back and killing her master. She returned to find that they haven't given her master the courtesy to bury his body, just taking his swords from him. She and the villagers from the nearby town managed to bury her master. There she spent several hours carving a wooden from an oar using the dagger she has kept from the time that they had met, which she left the wooden as the grave marker, there she promised him that she'd take on his name, as she didn't like her own due to what she had seen and become the greatest swordsman.

Abilities:
Swordsmanship: Musashi while not a master swordsman is quite good with a sword and is currently about the level Zoro was at the beginning of story. She tends to use a dual sword style, though the style tends to be all over the place at times due to being a style she made herself in battle, though the basics were her master's and he didn't have time to pass on the more advanced techniques to her before he died.

Physical strength, speed, and reaction speed: She built up quite a bit of each being easily able pick up and throw a grown man. She also has the reaction and speed to deflect a bullet with her sword.

Endurance: She able to take a lot of punishment and able to get back up for more due to her personality and her promise to her master.

Free running: She picked up this skill from her various dine and dashes. She is able to get to jump around and use the area around her to get to places.

Hand to hand: She can fight without her blades, but this is more or less a final resort, so she's more or less just mediocre, good enough to deal with mooks not enough to take out the villain of the week with it.

Higher education: As a former World Noble she had access to higher education and learned skills such as math which allows her to calculate most of the crew's spending and how to spend their money.

Pickpocketing: She always had sticky fingers and after years of practice she got quite good at it.

Weapons:
Two katanas: A round disk guard, a black sheath, and a black pommel, they are more or less just regular old Katanas you can find anywhere. She just bought them from a random store in the West blue and that's about it with them, they don't have a grade or any sort of interesting backstory.

Dagger: A dagger that she gained when she decided to escape from the Noble life, otherwise just a plain dagger. Double edged, wooden handle and a sliver cross guard.

Techniques:
I'll reveal them as they go, though currently she can't cut though steel, nor use Haki, nor can she do attacks like Rankyaku.

Two Sword style:
Desert Storm: She starts off low to the ground before spinning and rising upwards while slashing sending several foes flying.

Trade Winds: Meant to deal with a group of enemies, she slashes person to person and uses the momentum from her swing to flow between them.

Vortex Strike: She slash in an crop pattern leaving two gashes on the surface on a target before stabbing though the middle.

One sword strike:

Iaido: Eagle Strike: She puts her blade back in her sheath before drawing it and slashing down the foe.

Iaido: Eagle Flight: An offshoot of Eagle Strike, but focused more on taking out groups of enemies then one target.

[User]
Kyy looked at Rainer as he carried him. "Thanks... You seemed surprised that i couldn't swim. I'll... explain when we're back on board." He rested a bit and let the fishman get him on the boat. "Do you know what a devil fruit is? They're special fruits that grant powers when eaten. But they come at a cost. Anyone who eats one lises their ability to swim, and basically sinks like a log. My fruit gives me time manipulation. I believe our explosive friend has one too."

Saki smirked and crawled over the rope to the pirate ship. She spotted the spearman and another talking and kept hidden, climbing into an empty barrel to hitch a ride.

[Assistant]
Rainer listened carefully to Kyys explanation of devil fruits as he continued to climb up the ship with Kyy on his shoulders. "I guess that explains some things." Rainer responded as he remembered the incident with Janet not being able to swim and her explosions. "But damn thats insane, not being able to swim." He said as they reached the top of the ship, Rainer gently laying Kyy down onto the ground against the railing.

Rainer looked over the ship to see if the veteran had caught up to them only to not see the man off the side of the boat. "What the?" It was then that he saw a stream of bubbles reach the surface of the water. Realization hit him and he immediately jumped back into the water leaving Kyy alone. Rainer swiftly dived towards the old man and grabbed him around the waste, easily carrying him thanks to his enhanced strength. Once reaching the surface he began to drag the unconscious man back to the ship, trying to keep the mans head above water. "I feel like I'm just a lifeguard at this point." Rainer said with a sigh.

[User]
Janet
"Nothing," Janet tapped away the dust off her forearms. "That red eyed girl dragged me here on her own accord." She snorted, letting off a glare at Musashi.

It was that white haired girl who sent her into an less favourable ground of battle. After all, she wasn't so good at close combat, and had wasted a good spear for a skirmish.

With a smothering fireball on the heels, Janet leapt up, landing on the ship deck with fair grace. Retying her red scarf, she asked, "The marines are retreating?"

[Assistant]
"Well, you're welcome."

Musashi smirked as the she jumped up onto the deck. As the alarms raised up signaling the Marines to jump ship and escape. Musashi answered Janet's question.

"No, that's the sign of getting the hell out of here!"

A Marine ship was more sturdy than a regular ship, as it had sea prism coating to support it and as such was far more expensive than a regular ship, not as much as a ship made from Adam wood, but worth more than what the average person could afford. If they were going to abandon ship crazy shit was going to start.

"We need to unchain the ships and get away ourselves."

With that Musashi ran towards the towing chains and motioning the two to follow, they had a job to finish.

[User]
@Shiyonichi
"Well. Yes." Abbygail said, surprised at how obvious the answer was to Boomer's question. "People tend to do that when the boats are going down, even Fishmen." She scratched her chin. "Though, I guess when they do it, it's at a more leisurely pace. They aren't as uptight over being in the sea without a boat than most. Just nature's way of things, I guess." She paused to look at Musashi, who spoke and then hurried upwards. Abbygail was quick to follow after her.

After climbing out of another hole, this one to the surface of the boat. She opened her mouth to say more, but paused when she noticed Red-eyes taking off. "Suppose I'll get the other one, then?" She began to move but paused to turn her attention back to the apparent youngest member of the crew. "Hey, Boomer. Do you need a lift? This ship's going to go down, and there won't be any cables to scurry across."

Once Janet's answer was made known, Abbygail rushed forwards, reaching the end of the marine's ship just about the same time Musashi did, and destroyed the tether that was holding the two boats together.

Lion
The old man, in his limp state, didn't do much to resist Rainer's rescuing him. In fact, being so far away from conscious it would take a few hours before he came back didn't help matters much. Also, the fact that with the old man's powers deactivated, he had reverted to his former, wrinkly self, made carrying him through the waters pretty easy.

On her way back to the ship, ABbygail noticed two figures moving in the water. At first she thought they were a couple of large sea creatures searching for something to eat, but after a moment she realized it was in fact Rainer, pulling an elderly looking marine though the water. Without waiting for an explanation she quickly swooped down, grabbed Rainer's arm and took him back up towards the deck of the boat they were supposed to be on.

"Don't forget to restrain him." She said, patting the man on the back. "He looks harmless now, but marines are." She paused for the right word. "They're crazy, and they get worst the longer they're marines."

@Noodles@Shiyonichi@Crimson Lion
"Jesus!" A confused voice called from the doorway that led to the lower level's of the Boat. "What happened here?" Mark covered his eyes from the sun as he moved up to get a better view of the carnage. "What happened with the marine ship?" Behind him, Tim stood watching, arms crossed and face pale. "We take a nap for a few hours and our tow gets sunk?"

[Assistant]
Janet found that fact rather odd, she'd thought they would fight to the very last man. Perhaps the battle at the Frozen Saint have given her the wrong idea of a battle. Now to think about it, the marines don't look alike, not like those giants. "No thanks," Janet kicked off a small explosion around her heels, getting back to the pirate ship in one leap of her Burst Steps.

She glared at a familiar face emerging from the ship deck, those two people who apparently tried to sell them out. "Damned traitors, Spear Barrage," A bundle of spears flashed out from the backpack, sending it to the marine ship without hesitation. The bright morning sun casted shadows over the Marine Ship, with the full intention of seeing that Marine Ship sink to the sea bed, now that it has been severed from the pirate ship..

[User]
Musashi destroyed the tether and then jump backed to the other ship right before the spears hit. She looked towards the captain and his first mate, looking like she was going strangle both of them.

"Oh, just what happens when you introduce a bunch of wanted criminals to a marine ship... Care to explain yourselves?"

There was an unsaid "Or I cut you." Which both parties probably understood.


[System]
Home Universe/Name of Franchise: Starcraft
Ship Class: Zerg Leviathan
Role: Mobile HQ/Troop Transport
Physical Description: A biological ship, Moonreaver is much, much smaller than similar creatures of its type. It has a more narrow body, and its carapace has a sleek, black coating. Its front end features a mouth, eyes, and tendrils, while its back end is much larger and has several massive sacs where Zerg organisms are stored. On the bottom end of the back half, there are a number of 'gills' where drop pods are deployed. This is also where flying Zerg are deployed in combat.

Physical Size (roughly): Around 1200 meters in length, and 500 meters in height.
Armament/Complement (roughly):
-Multiple spiny tentacles at the front, melee-range but are good at punching holes in armor. Once they are inside an enemy ship, they can open up and send Zerg creatures inside.
-Can launch bile swarms, small Zerg organisms that are shot out like missiles, homing onto a target and exploding into acid on impact. They are a short-medium range weapon, capable of destroying exterior turrets or melting through armor, but are susceptible to being intercepted by point defense.
-Can deploy flying Zerg, such as scourge, corruptors, or brood lords. This allows Moonreaver to act like a sort of biological aircraft carrier, and is often its main method of attack other than boarding.
-Can slow down its metabolism, helping reduce its heat and hide it from sensors. This makes Moonreaver slower, and is generally used only when not being detected is a necessity, such as approaching an enemy position.
-Can deploy Zerg units to the surface of planets using a type of biological drop pod. These are grown by the ship and can be replenished rather easily, allowing for rapid deployment of forces to the surface.
-Speaking of deploying forces to the surface, Moonreaver is equipped with a large number of Zerg organisms for boarding and planetary invasions. This ranges from the small zerglings and suicidal banelings, to medium-sized creatures like hydralisks and roaches, and even a few of the massive ultralisks.

History of the Ship: Most Leviathans are used mainly to transport massive amounts of Zerg organisms. They are typically very slow, very large, and usually travel together in large packs under escort by more agile organisms. Moonreaver was bred with a different objective in mind- to serve as a stealthy mobile base for distant operations. It traded durability and the ability to carry huge armies for stealth and speed.

It was created in 2505, during the Second Great War. Its speed and stealth capabilities were put to use in the Swarm's war against the Terran Dominion, where Broodmother Ikani was sent to attack outlying military outposts. It served well in this regard, and later joined the final battle over Korhal, destroying military stations in orbit to help the rest of the Zerg fleet advance on the planet. The vessel later fought in the End War against Amon's forces, where Ikani again made a name for herself as a commander.

After the war, it has served in covert operations against rogue factions, fighting off Terran pirates and feral Zerg. It was on its way to investigate a potential attack by rogue Terrans in Zerg space, before it disappeared.

Notable Crew:
-Broodmother Ikani: The broodmother in charge of this vessel, Ikani distinguished herself as a capable commander, as well as being able to work independently. Due to this, she is often sent on missions that require stealth, and being without support from the larger Swarm for extended periods of time. Being isolated from her kin for long stretches of time has left her a little eccentric, and she often occupies her time by talking with her advisors or checking on the underlings, since she has nobody else to talk to.

-Captain Brooke Shelley: Formerly a captain of a Terran mercenary ship, she was killed in an ambush by a rival group and left to die in space, before being found by Ikani. She was brought back to life as an infested Terran, but still retaining her mind instead of becoming a mindless killer. She has since taken her place as an advisor on all things Terran related, including acting as a diplomat if necessary.

-Zalek: A lesser Queen, she has been placed in charge of Ikani's forces in the case of any planetside action or boarding mission. She is obsessed with battle and winning glory, often to the extreme. Because of this, Ikani tends to oversee her missions to make sure she stays in line and doesn't do anything stupid.

Optional, but helpful:
Unique Technology:
-Warp Drive: The "warp drives" of the StarCraft universe are not Alcubierre drives, but are more similar to slipspace drives from Halo, in that they open a portal to a dimension called "warp space" that allows them to travel quickly. Moonreaver is equipped with a biological version of this device, able to use psionics to open portals to warp space.
-Terran Communications: Not really a unique technology, but something to note. A few pieces of Terran technology have been installed in Moonreaver's control room. This includes a star map, which displays a holographic image of nearby systems, and a Terran communication terminal, allowing her to communicate with non-Zerg vessels. It has a screen and a camera, allowing face-to-face communication if need be.
-Zerg Hive Mind: The Zerg are a hive-minded species. The overwhelming majority of Zerg creatures are unintelligent, kept in line by intelligent commanders such as Broodmothers. To maintain their control, they are reliant on floating creatures known as Overlords, which are necessary to maintain the psionic link between the controller intelligence and large numbers of underlings. While this means that Zerg forces can function with unparalleled coordination, their reliance on Overlords means that, if too many are killed, the underlings can turn feral, losing their connection to the commander and acting like animals.
-Biological Ship: Moonreaver is a biological vessel, a massive living organism. This has a few advantages and disadvantages. It can slowly regenerate wounds, but it can also bleed, and damage to vital organs can kill it.

Crew Size:  Currently has around 1000 various Zerg organisms on board.
Faction/Operator/Owner: Zerg Swarm

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, @thedman,@Assallya, & @CaptainBritton {{Location - Renatus Bridge | Galactic Sector - Unknown}}

Valtrix leaned forward in his seat as he listened to the other delegations with interest, steepling his fingers beneath his chin as he did so. Talk had slowly shifted from exploring any surrounding star systems, to sharing past experiences of travel to other universes and realities. Most likely so each party present could figure out if the same phenomenon had happened here or not. Letting out a short exhale through his nostrils, Valtrix glanced over towards the metallic doors off to his right as the captain of the Yamanami strode onto the bridge. Watching as the man tipped his hat slightly, Valtrix leaned back in his chair and nodded in greeting to Shaavi and her crew before letting his arms fall onto the chairs armrests. Clearing his throat, he began to speak.

"Look, discussing different universes is all well and good, especially since we all seem to be in one that is completely alien to our own-" Valtrix began, letting his gaze roam over every person currently in the room, "-but it doesn't help us get any closer to figuring out where we actually are or where we should go next. It's also somewhat irrelevant as none of us actually have a way to travel between different realities. At least, I assume we don't." he finished, his eyes narrowing slightly. "As if any of us did, I think someone would have used it to leave this place by now."

[Assistant]
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In the Solomon's Bridge, Cmmdr Harden glanced meaningfully at Dr. Lovato. She was staring intently at her own screen, silently watching the live feed from Lt. Reed's helmet cam. Harden shifted in his crash couch.
"Doctor?" he prompted.
"Anachronisms..." she started. "The Daedalus' crew has a ship that can leap across lightyears, but those rifles look like antiques. Those drive plumes-" Dr. Lovato pulled up an external feed of the Daedalus "-aren't Epstein Drives. They are some form of fusion-based system, but they're incredibly inefficient. They leak energy like sieves; there's no evidence of magnetic coil exhaust acceleration for continuous use. However, I think they're powerful enough to leap from Mars to Jupiter in fewer than two hours. It's like someone came along and uplifted humanity into the space age."
"Sounds like we can use each other."
"They've got raw power; we've got the experience and technique to use it better. And the rest of these factions... some I don't even know where to begin. One of them might even be more of a space-dwelling organism than any kind of conventional ship."
"We're outgunned and in over our heads with a shipful of young'uns. We need to seek shelter with someone relatable. Cap'n seems to agree," the Commander finished, gesturing at the screen.

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On board the Renatus

Captain Jaeger said, "We're doing no good floating in the middle of nowhere. Wherever we go, let's find some locals, maybe figure out how to get everyone home, maybe figure out how to survive. We're not equipped for long-haul voyages; the Solomon will need to resupply - conservatively - sometime in the next year before we run out of hydroponics and fuel pellets, let alone if we use any ammo. And if negotiations fail, well. We've got the makings of a small fleet. I'm sure we can thrive, one way or another. The Donnager is in. Let's go anywhere, as long as there are people and industry."

Captain Jaeger turned to Colonel Sheppard @Sep. "Colonel, if I may?" he said gesturing to the side. "You guys are the most... human I've seen out here, wherever here is. You come into a strange situation ready to protect yourself while leading with your words. Your ship, your equipment feels familiar; it feels right. Obviously I accept your kind offer to tow us to safer harbor - or at least, a harbor. But, I think we can do better. I'd like to exchange engineering teams, trade a few technologies, teach each other a few tricks of the trade. My top scientist says she thinks we can help you out with a few things. And if we can keep trusting each other, down the line... who knows?"

[User]
Bridge of the Renatus | Location Unknown

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From the responses of the other delegations, it seemed that they supported the idea of jumping to the nearest system. That was good- a disagreement at this stage could prove troublesome. While Ikani usually didn't care much for Terran politics, she knew how far disagreements could escalate between them. If Shelley's analysis was correct, though, a good number of these Terrans had similar governments, which would hopefully make working together easier. While she usually didn't pay too much attention to the minute differences between Terran governments back home, if they were going to be stuck alongside these ones, it would be important to learn more about them. Shelley was their resident Terran expert, so she'd leave that up to her.

There were a few new arrivals still coming in, including the only other non-humans they had seen. They seemed to speak the same language as everyone else, though, so it was possible that they knew of humans. As they entered, Shelley's earlier question was answered as the delegation discussed their experiences with travel between universes. The infested Terran took mental notes as she listened to his explanation. It seemed that while travel between universes was possible, they did not possess the technology to do so. Once they were finished explaining, she gave a nod. "Thank you. Hopefully, we can find a solution to this problem, although it is a difficult one to solve. In our universe, a race known as the Xel'Naga once had the ability to travel between universes, but they are long extinct. Maybe the natives have their own methods?"

Valtrix soon spoke up, pointing out that they still didn't know where they were, and that discussing different universes wouldn't get them anywhere at this stage, and Ikani agreed with him. "He's right. We need to focus on what to do now, not later."  She looked over at the captain. "Captain, if you could bring up a map, it would be helpful. We need to know what systems are nearby, and which one we should travel to first."

The Solomon delegation spoke up next, mentioning that they would need to resupply eventually. They then turned to the Daedalus delegation,
offering to trade technologies. While Moonreaver and the Zerg organisms inside could enter hibernation and survive indefinitely, it was by no means desirable. They didn't need industry like the Terrans, but having somewhere to settle down and expand the brood would be nice. If she really wanted, Ikani could leave without the others and settle on some remote world, but having them around would be convenient. It would take a massive amount of resources to create a Leviathan similar to Moonreaver, resources that they didn't have. There was no Char, no fellow Broodmothers to rely on- they were on their own. After a few more moments of contemplation, Ikani spoke. "We do not require industry, at least not in the same way that you Terrans do. We can create our own...industries, if we have somewhere to colonize. Preferable a mineral-rich world. From there, I could expand my brood tremendously. If the natives are hostile, it might be necessary."


[System]
Age: 45
Race: Human
Description:

He stands at 6'2", a tower of years of built up muscle. He wears a dark earthen blue tunic over a white linen three button pullover shirt. He wears a pair of black shorts(under his pants) and a pair of dark gray hosen(medieval style pants). He'll wear a chain mail shirt and these pauldrons

additionally he'll wear leather knee and shin armor.
He wears a small gray hood and a bear fur cloak.

Weapons: He wields a large crude looking war hammer and a falchion. Additionally, he has one small crude throwing axe.

Biography: Hugh was once part of a great order of paladins. They had much land and ruled with wisdom. Their lands were prosperous and fertile. Many were jealous of their lands, but no one had the courage enough to take on the great and Noble order. Their paladins were fierce and formidable fighters. They all stood higher than 6' and were towers of muscle. They were truly terrifying men. But they were brought down under scandal. Fabricated accusations about them stealing their riches and enslaving other groups of people for labor. The scandals kept growing until they were set upon by every surrounding nation. They stood no chance. Many were killed, only a few escaped.

They have been long since forgotten, after being hunted for almost two decades, and killed off, until it was concluded that they were finally extinct. Hugh hid among tribes of barbarians to survive. The tribe was good to him, making him one of their own. He had built a life of simplicity. Some warring between other tribes would often end with them being brutalized and then integrated. Hugh had found the love of his life among one of the taken tribes. He had a few sons and lived very happily, until they were set upon by a purge of the "savages".

Hugh's tribe was wiped out and he was orphaned once again. He had brutally killed all the "civilized" army he could, but it was too late. His tribe was all gone, along with his family.

He became a wanderer, and left to find life as a mercenary.

Demeanor/Attitude: Neutral Good. He mixes the bearing of a barbarian and a paladin. He fights like a barbarian and a demon, but talks and has the manners of a paladin.

Other: I'll add stuff as we go on.

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Hugh was happy to see Sana had a similar reaction as himself had to Ellis, when she came up to him. Hugh felt her hand rest on his shoulder and he brought his up to meet it, giving her hand an affectionate and gentle squeeze. His hands were of course rough and scratched, badly affected from the fighting. He looked at her, and gave her an understanding look as she gave him the question of What the fuck is wrong with these people?

"Understood." Came his response on how she knew Das. He didn't seem like a very forgettable at all, so he wasn't all to concerned. He felt the warmth of her touch as she answered his question on when to leave and looked at his hands, saying how they needed the rest and the recuperation. Hugh felt himself in agreement. There was no argument to be had, they were all beaten up pretty bad. They weren't in a hurry, either, so rest was their primary concern.

Hugh took a hold of his fur as Sana tossed it to him, in quite the hurry to get changed out of her wet leather clothes. The thought of her naked was definitely playing at his mind, as he settled for the courteous answer, simply turning and holding up the fur, with his arms outstretched. He was facing the group, and he blocked anyone else from seeing beyond the fur. He wing span was certainly long enough. "I would rather your naked parades be for my eyes." He gave a flirtatious smile, as he turned away.

Ellyn had suddenly appeared and sprang a question on her. "Ellyn, you'll have to wait. She's quite busy." He said, adding, "She's changing into some dry clothes at the moment." Hugh looked to Ellis, "Ellis, go over to the rest of the group. Maybe you could compare sizes with the newcomer."

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Sana rolled her eyes slightly at Das. "No more than you prancing around naked."

She laughed slightly as Hugh turned away but still shields her from the rest of the group. "For your eyes and yet you won't look?" she teased lightly before looking over to Ellyn and sighing slightly. "No, it's okay Hugh, Ellyn can stay," she said giving Ellyn a slight wink. Unwrapping her clothing she handed it over to Ellny to hold as she undressed. "I'm okay, it has just been a long day," she said as she stripped out of her clothing, tossing each piece over Hughs shoulder as she did. Figuring if he wasn't going to look she could still tease him with the thought.

Taking a piece of clothing at a time from Ellyn, she began to dress. The clothing itself was vastly different than what she had been wearing. It was soft and supple like her other leathers but the style was not meant for an archer that was clear. Fitted leather leggings hugged her skin and rested on her hips, held in place by thick woven fabrics decorated with iron rings and fringe. Her shirt, if it could be called that, was a tank of leather combined into a chest bodice with thin straps and small coins that hung from beneath her breasts. It was the clothing of her people. She truly looked like a gypsy of the sands now as she stood there in the moonlight.

Looking down at it once it was on she sighed, she had not worn it in aged but Ellyn was currently wearing her only other change of shorts. Peeking a brow, she had an idea. "Ellyn, come with me," she said as she took Ellyns hand before stepping in front of Hugh so he could see her. "I have an idea," she said to Ellyn as she looked at Hugh. A mischievous grin coming to her lips.

Pulling Ellyn away from the group with her pack on hand she rummaged through it and pulled out an old scroll. "It's not a bard song but fitting right now. You take the high, I'll take the low. Your music, my dance," she said as she smiled and explained her gypsy past. That she could sing and dance but the magic of the bard never came to her as the rest of her people. "With everything we have been through the group could use some entertainment. Would you? With me?" Sana asked kindly to the songstress. Someone She was beginning to think of as a dear friend.

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Ellyn looked down in disappointment when Hugh said Sana was busy, but perked up when she said that Ellyn could stay. She held Sana's clothes and even winked back at her, she eventually took a piece of the clothing Ellyn was holding now and then until Ellyn's hands were empty.

'Oh! wow!' Ellyn gasped, Sana looked BEAUTIFUL, truly beautiful in all her gypsy gear. Wishing she could have a fashion sense like Sana does she nodded in approval, being dragged off while her hand was gripped by Sana herself lightly. She looked to see what Sana was rummaging through and looked in confusion as she pulled out a scroll, but once Sana explained everything about her gypsy life and about the scroll itself Ellyn finally nodded.

'Ok… lets do it!' Ellyn smirked and giggled as she ran off to where she originally sat and grabbed her harp from the floor before running back to Sana giggling... She knew this was possibly her last time performing with this harp since it was all cracked but she wanted to make it count as that is what matters. 'I'm ready!!!' she shouted as she giggled as she shown a big grin on her face, she seemed to be more comfortable now and felt much calmer then she was when she was with Artos, now that was an intense moment for the bard.

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The talks with the city officials had gone as expected; with several town guardsman killed in the line of duty and the mercantile distributing of possessed goods now made aware, the local patrols would be likely increase following an eventual curfew to be set in place. With the Inquisitor's reports and testimonies concerning the recent events having reached the largest of ears, Sergei's righteous and influencing grips had begun to squeeze around the city, narrowing the wiggle room around these supposed demon summons had been tunneling through for so long until their operations flat-line. As much it appeared appealing to him, this only created a restriction in their movement, at least it would seem.

Aside from the facts presented to him, he really had no leads, no real motives to identify and exploit. Nothing. The best he could do was to maintain order and minimizing any further damage. It was not the best course of action he would like to take but it was the only one...Perhaps it was the right one to avoid any more casualties. He was always the bearer of bad news and he was used to it; but that doesn't mean it wouldn't leave any moral scars.

Sergei left the guardsman headquarters feeling rather drowsy and fatigued from such a long and unfortunately eventful day. Age had hardly slowed down his righteous zealotry infused willpower that kept him running and determined to continuing pushing forward. But even he had physical limitations eventually he would need to submit to. Alone in the waning darkness of early morning, Sergei made his way back to the monastery to finally recuperate. The monetary itself was located conveniently near the center of the city so it was not too far away from where he was. However even given the distance it would still take time nonetheless.

The journey back to the monastery was pleasantly tranquil without the constant bustling of common intrigue and economic enterprising. With no civilian congestion in the way, Sergei had a path to which he could move at his own pace with. If there was at least once thing that could create a bothersome disturbance, it would be the local homeless eyeing everyone that comes by, sometimes approaching with the ill-est of intentions. Few times has Sergei encountered a betrodden lot skeptically observing him to which he paid little to mind to. They posed no threat of course and they were clearly aware of there disadvantage though soon they would have another thing to think about very soon is the plans settle in with the rest of the officials in the coming morning.

Just as the monastery came into view, the Inquisitor sensed someone close by, walking casually towards his direction. He stopped and turned left towards the interloper, his hands cautiously grasping his warhammer hidden under his robe. The new figure stopped under a street lantern only a couple a meters apart from the Inquisitor, their arms folded as if they were hiding something under their cloak. Sergei looked at the individual suspiciously, eyes narrowed and contemplating the stranger's intent.

"What is the meaning of this?" the Inquisitor demanded in a raspy voice.

"M'Lord Inquisitor..."the stranger began, "I have information that may be of service to you."

"...What sort of information? Who are you?" Sergei's tone became more threatening as his suspicion of man grew.

"I cannot reveal myself now...I suspect the Mage's Guild is planning something big." the man explained, "Recently, a representative of the Mage's Guild had posted a request for the retrieval of an ancient artifact; a chalice."

The Inquisitor was slightly amused where this conversation was going, but he remained dubious to the stranger he was now affirming to be a mage; the aura he was picking appeared off somehow."A chalice, eh? What is this relic's importance to the Mage's Guild?"

"...I believe the chalice is not of the sacred kind, in fact the object I am speaking of may be a lich's phylactery."

If the Inquisitor was not intrigued or interested, he was now as seen through his eye popping expression of surprise and concern. It took much self control to prevent himself from grabbing the man by his collar and lifting him into the air and demanding answers. "Do you know why the Guild would have need of such an item?"

"I'm afraid I can't say for sure..." the man explained with a now noticeable tone of worry and possible dread, "...I've spoken too much. Here, take these documents, they explain the details of the quest. I must be going."

The man literally came up and nearly shoved large portfolio into the Inquisitor's chest, causing him to naturally take hold of the documents frantically before they left his clutches. With the paperwork secured, he looked at the folder itself, noting the official seal of the Mage's Guild wrapped around the folder itself.

"If I may inquire, how did-"

Sergei found that the man that was standing before him just a moment ago had up and vanished without a trace. There were no sounds nearby that indicated that the stranger had ran off. He soon suspected it was a teleportation spell or potion of some sorts that allowed the man to quickly disappear. It was odd that the Mage began to act so weary all of a sudden; was it do them perhaps being followed or maybe it was the Inquisitor's own presence? The latter did have that naturally effect on people but given how private these documents were, he suspected that the stranger may have fallen under someone else's suspicion. Regardless though, he now has a lead with his investigation; whether it was a related element or not, he was soon about to find out. Investigating the uses of a lich's phylactery now became his immediate priority.

So much for resting.

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Hugh felt his head started to swim a little in thoughts of Sana, as she threw her clothes passed him. If she was trying to arouse him, it was working, as his heart began to thump at a more livening pace. He was feeling a slightly bit dizzy. Not the dizzy that hurt, but more like the floating on clouds kind.

As Sana began to mention to Ellyn of an idea, Hugh finally got a look at Sana in her new outfit. It looked splendid on her, and Hugh's breath was taken a little away by it. He mouthed the word 'wow' as she walked past him, making eye contact with him and giving him a mischevious grin. He finally dropped the fur behind him and decided it was good time he got himself a smoke from his pipe. It might help him calm himself a little from the excitement.

He found his pipe and tobacco lying on the bed of the wagon, long cold and snuffed out. He set himself to work stuffing more tobacco in and working on a light. There was no fire out, so that was going to be quite the problem. So he set himself to work with a bow and simple friction to get the leafs burning. Science, you see.

Continuing to work on the pipe, he looked over to see Sana getting ready for some unknown task. He slightly raised an eyebrow, giving off a rather curious and quizzical expression. He was intrigued, but his face went into a softer expression as he gazed on her beauty, taking it in. It was a moment he could just adore her, and burn into his memory. He took it all in. The little parts of her skin that showed, the smile on her face, and the spark in her eye. It reminded him of happier times, but it was different. It was all new, and he was healing again.

Hugh finally worked up a spark in his pipe and got a smoke going. He puffed little by little until it was going fully. With that, he set the pipe down, carefully keeping it upright. He then proceeded to remove his armor, going down to his white linen pullover shirt. The mood seemed to fit a more casual appearance, which he was more than happy to oblige. He took up his pipe again and sat himself next to the wagon, facing Sana and Ellyn's position, waiting on what they had planned.


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Alias(es): The Rose Witch
Gender: Female
Age: 87
Wish: "Immortality; anything else I will bring about with my own bloodstained hands."
Affiliation: Mages Association/ Enforcer

Personality: To say Katherine Brecker is ruthlessly ambitious would do her a disservice. For years she has worked toward the single minded goal to head the Mages association, and then bring them to bloody ruin. Katherine is dedicated to everything she sets her mind to, putting a hundred percent into the task at hand, seeing these tasks as art to be sculpted and maintained. Among the rank of the Enforcers, Katherine has built up a spotless reputation, always completing a job. She has however ensured a bloody end for several powerful and influential Mages, many of which had a hand in the destruction of her coven, by framing them in one way or another. Some she simply assassinated, making it look like a tragic accident.

Katherine does have her motherly side; giving excellent care to the garden she tends in her apartments in London. She has quite the green thumb, bringing to life a unique brand of carnivorous plant with the help of her herbamancy known as magewraiths. She cares lovingly for her lovelies as she styes them. She also enjoys painting, using paints she made herself through alchemy. She has quite the flare for an ethereal, haunting sort of art (sort of like staring into an abyss), and her work sometimes being shown in local art galleries under the pseudonym, Anne Duchess. She is learned and highly intellectual, appreciating American literature above all else, especially Edgar allen Poe's work. She prides herself on owning a first edition of all his greatest works, and even owns a diary the man was assumed to have penned himself when he was alive.

Above all else, Katherine Brecker is a hedonist. The pleasure she finds in her work, her art, her garden, her books, are all that matter to her. She spurns men of religion and even holds Lucifer, the deity of her mother and ancestors in mild contempt. She enjoys the power he pact with him grants her, but detests the fact that her soul is bound to the unholy patriarch. Thus the main reason for her wish. With immortality she will have all the time in the world to find a way to release herself from the Pact. She also has a morbid sense of humor.

Appearance: Katherine is a tall, thin woman with a dancer's physique, raven black hair, and bright green eyes. The carries herself as a man of impeccable breeding would, with perfect posture, a scrutinizing gaze, and imperious pride. She is fond of dark, but simple clothing often leaving her tattooed arms exposed. Thorny vines studded in black roses are tattooed up her arms, curl around her neck, down her back, and curl around her abdomen to circle her belly button. The only other tattoo she has is a lidless eye in purple ink printed on the back of her left hand. Her nose and lip are pierced with gold studs while each ear has a row of six gold rings.

Bio: Katherine was born in the early 1900s to Sabetha Rythe in the heart of Virginia. She came from a long line of witches that led the coven living in the small town of Hearthstone. They lived hidden from the outside world until the Mage's Association caught wind of them and sent a team of Enforcers to burn them out. There is a grim hatred between Mages and Witches due to the profane magic they have no problem cultivating, and the source of their power. Katherine and her mother watched as their coven and the town they lived in was burned to the ground when she was thirteen. They were spirited away by a lover of her mother's, Harreld Brekker, and moved to his estate in Sussex, England. In the following years Katherine was taught her mother's magic in secret, cultured to a be young lady, and was even enrolled in the Clocktower. She learned how to blend in, and- thanks to her father's connections- was simply passed off as a prodigy Mage.

In the Clocktower she excelled at herbamancy, alchemy, and rune magic. She however remained a loner, enjoying the company of her own thoughts to the inane little lords and ladies she was surrounded with. Besides she found it easier than having to dispose of bodies after she killed one or two for their smart mouths, so there's that. She graduated the Clocktower with high honors and went on the join the Association's Enforcers. In the decades that followed Katherine racked up a hell of a kill count. The fact she is so old and doesn't look a day over thirty she as a wonder of alchemy.

She has slowly been working toward her goals of dismantling the Association's hierarchy but when whispers begin about a new Grail War start circulating, she found the runes appear on her hand. With a year to prepare she began laying the groundwork for the battle royal to come.

Equipment: Katherine employs various her plants to kill and track Mages. She carries with her brushes, paints, and canvases. Her potions can heal to a degree but it's her poisons she has painstakingly crafted. She makes them from the
plants grown from the Sanguine Gardens but her most potent poison isn't actually leathal, it messes with a Mages magical circuits, short circuiting them and making it so the Mage can't use magic for a few hours. All of her poisons are employed in the form of incense and range from a simple brew that clouds a person's mind and makes them hallucinate to a neurotoxin that paralyzes.

Origin: Bone and Blood

Number of Circuits: A

Quality of Circuits: C

Element Affinity: Earth

Magecraft: Katherine's brand of magic is geared toward alchemy and the growing of eldritch plants.

Sanguine Gardens: Passed down from mother to daughter for generations, the Gardens are a living bounded field cultivated by the Brekkers to produce potent poisons and potions, create unique plants to defend and supplement the caster, and in Katherine's case breed special plants to trap and kill images.

Living Canvas: A unique sect of rune based magic Katherine has developed from years of study. With the use of alchemical paints she paints runes on a living person's flesh turning them into puppets, spies, or even walking weapons. She requires the person she's working on to be alive and takes several hours for her to craft the most simple runes.

Alchemy: Her grasp on alchemy, while geared toward older poisons has the flair of modern fundamentals.

Mystic Code

Sufferthorn: a bone knife carved from the bones of one of some unknown witch. Those cut with this knife are infected with debilitating curse that makes every breath agony. While not fatal it makes the cursed feel extreme pain.

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The wind howled as it rushed inwards, sweeping through the gardens from all directions before crashing together above the centre of the carved magic circle. The cold night air, which only a second ago had been placid and peaceful became a sudden maelstrom which swirled and pulled and threatened to tear the plants from the ground with their intensity; it was a violent reaction to the blood sacrifice used to begin the summoning process, even more so than usual for the summoning of a heroic spirit.

A boom of thunder tore the air apart as the Servant appeared. There was no fanfare, no sparkling lights or glorious entrance; just what was once an empty space finding itself suddenly occupied by a bloody minded Viking as a sound like the world exploding rang out. The mana which had lit the circle slowly faded out, even the old leylines seeming to dim, leaving the night to be lit only by the moon above, the red marks on the new Master's hand, and the glint of barely restrained fury in the Servant's eyes.

The new arrival stood tall, taller even than Katherine, and imposing; he wore nothing but a fur pelt around his waist and a cloak fashioned from the plundered fur of a bear, the rest of his body bare to expose a muscular form untouched by blade or spear or arrow. Not a single scar could be seen. Berserker, for with that appearance he could be nothing else, wielded a solid oaken club in each clenched fist, the weapons held with white-knuckle intensity as if the warrior was already eager to bludgeon something. The weapons were nearly identical to the one still resting on the altar.

From the moment he had been summoned Berserker's eyes had been locked on Katherine's own but now they turned away, looking down at the altar that sat between Master and Servant and the wooden object on its surface. Placing his two clubs down on either side of it, the warrior picked up the old weapon in his right hand, holding it almost tenderly as he ran the fingers of his left hand over its smooth surface. It was nothing more than an old piece of wood, lacking the magic of a Noble Phantasm, lacking anything other than the distinction of once being wielded by a legendary king, but it was familiar. As he examined the catalyst used to summon him Berserker's eyes no long held the glint they did before, taking on a calmer and more relaxed appearance.

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June 24th, Old State House
@Epsir
Giuseppe Messana

The detective sat observing the statues around the house before nodding to Caster, a fresh face full of optimism for the war flashing bright as he tipped his hat like some cheesy 1930s detective. He walked voer, picking up an amulet in his hands, being able to feel the magical properties of the item already, without even doing further investigation he could tell manco had infused these with enough magic to protect him from assassin. Just as he was about to call back to Manco, he felt a shudder through his bones as his eyes narrowed. No, nothing magical had breached the field.

Just something tedious

"Oi caster, get ready....we've got company." he hushed his voice down, wondering how thin the walls of the state house were. He really should've done more research into things that weren't Incan or Aztec. God if he told Manco he mixed up the two he knew he was mince meat. "Nothing serious...locals, ya gotta help me give them a scare alright?" He gave him an okay sign with his hands and opened the door.

As the light burst in through the black door and took Giuseppe by surprise, he tilted his hat to allow him some shade, to recover his sight and observe the congregation before him. He looked over for his renovations sign but couldn't find it and he let out a sigh. So these were the arrogant tourists he had been warned about. With a rub of his temple and a hidden smirk, he titled his head and looked out to all of them. "EH can I help ya? We got some work goin' on over here and this ain't stuff ya can just walk in and interrupt! Fine though, don't want to leave any of you in the dark with your history, come on i-"

He beckoned them in and cut himself as he walked in, snapping his fingers and looking for Manco. Time to give himself some entertainment before the murder investigation started.

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June 24th, Old State House
-@Epsir
Manco Capac

Naturally the main entrance hall was still rather pristine. After all, if somebody tried peeking in without knocking it would be rather obvious something was miss if Caster had been plastering lucha posters all over the walls. But, he was aware first that somebody was coming. Deciding early that it was merely a group of tourists, it was clear that he and his master would need to be pretty blunt on why you shouldn't ignore the warnings on a building. As Giuseppe stepped out into the hall, Caster stood just out of sight, plotting and ready to act...

"EH can I help ya? We got some work goin' on over here and this ain't stuff ya can just walk in and interrupt! Fine though, don't want to leave any of you in the dark with your history, come on i-"

RAWR!

BRUTAL! SWIFT! The hallways of the old state house became filled with the growls of Peru's deadliest hunter. The echoing growls of a jaguar, green eyes highlighted by a pitch black fur. Bowling into Giuseppe's side, knocking him over as the vicious predator pinned him by the chest to the floor. Dinner plate sized paws rested on what could only be called the largest jaguar any of the people in that room had imagined. Larger than lion, and growling loudly so that saliva and spit splattered all over the detective.

He expected somebody to run, as the jaguar looked up from the pinned detective, not hurting him. But the intruder's might not notice that. He pounced again, this time towards the door, snarling. Aiming to push them out the door... And then the door would slam shut, latching loudly and leaving the crowd to run screaming into the streets. Probably humiliating themselves later.

After all, who would believe "A man from New York was just mauled to death by a Peruvian Jaguar in the middle of the Boston State House?"

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Katherine's breath caught in her throat at what she had just witnessed. Her wraiths hissed and lurched toward the mountain of a man. He consumed a goodly portion her personal reserves with his mere presence alone. Either he didn't notice or ignored them outright as he seemed to be having a moment with the wooden club. Katherine found herself appreciating the gravity of the situation much more kennly, this Grail War (though in her mind it was more akin to a battle royal of sorts). She came to realize that perhaps, thinking on the endeavor set before her was more than a simple side project. A chill ran down her spine that just maybe she could die in the battles to come. Looking at her own Servant now she knew if it weren't for the Command Seals he could crush her skull like a sparrow's egg if he so wished, and weren't one thing she could do about it; Katherine doubted hers was the most powerful Servant out there as well. A near mad grin split her neutral mask in twine. She picked up on his sudden shift in intensity and met him halfway.

"It was found where its believed you fell, some valley in Denmark." She said suddenly. "If you want to keep it you may, though I doubt it will be of much use to you." The fingers of her right hand fiddled with the broach choker wrapped about her throat. "But thus is nostalgia, no rhyme or reason." She chuckled then squared herself to her Servant. "I take it you are Berserker; I am you're new Master, Katherine Brekker. Given you're fondness for the club of a long dead king I take you are Harald Wartooth. At least a phantom of him." Katherine snapped her fingers. Annabelle was at her side with the platter. Katherine pulled the large goblet from it and opened a vein on her wrist with her teeth. Sweet pain fueled her action as she let the blood flow into the cup. The amber liquid became stained red, masking the little seeds floating in the mixture, or so she hoped. Katherine took a drink from it. Harsh, burning liquid with a hint of sweetness to it ran down her throat. She offered the rest to Berserker. "A drink shared between Servant and Master, a more fitting beginning to our pact than mere seals. Drink your fill Berserker because tonight we bring death to all standing in our way.

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