[System]
Theme:
For Ironic Reasons

Gender:
Female

Species:
Goblin

Appearance:

Goals:
Survive

Past Life:
Orchid's life was simple. She was just an everyday girl born and raised in a rural countryside in North Carolina. Her family were farmers; they raised cattle and grew corn to sell both locally and to various food industries. It was a family business and as the eldest child, Orchid often had to do all the chores herself if her parents weren't doing it. Feeding cattle, harvesting crops, taking care of her siblings. All while balancing an education and a social life. Sufficient to say she had to make some sacrifices.

She grew big and strong, stronger than most boys and even her own father (Though it didn't help that he was growing old). She could carry a small cow, push a truck out of the mud, and haul hundred pound bags of cornmeal in a ten mile walk. She never really took care of her appearance beyond some acne problems, and physically she was healthy, but her burly muscles and general demeanor did not earn her many friends. Girls insulted her for her manly physique and guys were either intimidated or just disgusted by her lack of femininity. Orchid learned not to care; she was doing more for her family now than those kids could with their entire adult careers. Always the dutiful daughter, she did everything for her family. Even sacrificed herself for them.

It was a cold winter morning. Though it was snowing heavily, school was not out due to important tests the students had to take. Orchid was waiting at her bus stop with her two siblings who were also going to school. It was cold, but they had made sure to dress warmly. But this also meant they were sluggish and a bit slow. As they were waiting for the school bus Orchid heard it coming. But something was wrong. The bus wasn't stopping. It started to slide and in the fraction of a second she knew what was going to happen. Her school bus was going to swerve and possibly hit them. She could jump out of the way but her little siblings couldn't they would be too slow. So as the adrenaline pumped through her body she picked them both up and threw them to safety. This left her no time to save herself as the bus crashed into her. Her last memories was looking up to the sky and noting how warm the snow was.

Abilities:
Light Equipment - The use of small tools, and lighter forms of armor, weaponry, and other items. Skill granted by birth as a Goblin.

Pacify Animal I (1.0) - You remember how to handle animals and read their body language. Through your own actions, you have a higher chance than normal of getting a hostile beast to calm down and become neutral towards you.

Stronger I (1.4) - Hauling bundles of hay and sacks of grain isn't all about size and muscle, though that certainly helps. Leverage is also a large part of strength, and you remember that. Your raw strength is increased by a minor amount.

Crafting III (3.0) - You can now craft more complex objects with a single moving part (like a flail or a wheel) more easily. Stamina usage from crafting decreased. Sub-stat Enhancements of items crafted from this point on are increased, but items previously made are still the same.

Material Analysis I (1.15) - You have developed an eye for determining the qualities of inorganic or non-living objects. At this level, 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.

Monster Analysis I (1.0) - Flat teeth indicate herbivore, binocular vision implies a predator or gatherer. Allows you to analyze animals and monsters, even those you've never seen before. At this rank you'll only learn basic information

Smash I (1.0) - A Physical Skill that consumes Stamina instead of MP. One blunt type attack deals increased damage!

Transformations:
Goblin

Inventory:

Raw Dire Rat Hide (Equipped)
Loincloth (Equipped)
Sharp Stone (Equipped)
Rawhide Bag (7/12) (Equipped)
* Hard Stones x2
* Goblin Bones x2
* Herbs x3

[User]
As the jade lizard withdrew his dagger-like teeth from the pryromaniac's ankle, the potent taste of foul metallic blood and flesh fresh in Orochi's maw. Much to his delight it seemed that Crispy was no longer moving. Had he done it? Did his utterly idiotic and reckless plan actually work? The goblin was down on a knee and covering his vitals... truly unfortunate for Orochi. He begun pacing closer to his now immobile target, checking the Greenskin for any vulnerabilities.

Right, he knows to cover his weakspots... Okay then, I'll just cripple his legs, can't do much if he ca-

Though before he could finish that thought, a sharp, acute pain ripped through the lizard's scaly flank. Reflexively, Orochi jumped away from the unknown attack, avoiding some of the force behind the blow thanks to Oberon's magic. Though now he bore a somewhat unsightly gash on the right side of his chest. The lizard whirled around and looked upon his aggressor with slitted scarlet eyes full of seething fury, a pained and angry hiss escaping his mouth. A little Goblin girl, wielding a weapon much more advanced than the others had struck him. In other circumstances, Orochi might have wondered just how a young Goblin could get the drop on him like that. Yet at the moment all Orochi could think of was how she had injured him.

And how badly he now wanted to return the favour. He didn't know where this prideful desire was springing from, but he knew that he would hurt her, maim her for what she had done! The sword wielding Goblin was trying to help Crispy get away! Though in doing so she'd turned her back on the scorned lizard... it was the prime opportunity to exact some revenge. Filling his jaw with acid Orochi launched the caustic blob at the pair of retreating goblins, before turning his focus to the other monsters in the area. Mourningstar, Digbie, and another lizard Orochi couldn't identify from his current position seemed to be faring well against one of the Goblins. Though now Digbie had caught the ire of another...

 Go after the Goblin brat or save Digbie's skin...  he thought to himself as he looked over both of his possible targets. If Crispy managed to recover as he was taking revenge it could mean serious trouble for Orochi, there was no such risk in helping his Goblin ally. Orochi sped towards Digbie, cursing under his breath as he looked upon his aggressor one last time, trying to commit her appearance to memory. He'd get revenge, just not yet.... The jade lizard approached the hostile Goblin from behind, his focus hopefully on Digbie still. Preparing himself for a moment, Orochi flashed as much of a grin his body was capable of towards Digbie, before he shot towards their opponent. He ran up the aggressor's leg, using his claws to dig in to the verdant flesh as he ascended past the torso and shoulder. Before attempting to firmly plant his fangs in the Goblin's neck and take him out of the fight with a healthy dose of neurotoxins.

@Lucius Cypher@Gardevoiran@ReusableSword@floodtalon@Old Amsterdam@King Cosmos

[Assistant]
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Rain's tongue flicked over her blood covered maw, turning her attention to the shouting one nearby she'd poisoned and
-

Oh. That lizard who had gotten Crispy was attacking it.

Good.

She turned to look at the Goblin clutching his throat, the last immediate threat.

They'd hurt her. She would kill them for that.

She darted forward, spending some precious stamina to remain silent, a dart instead of a bullet. [Muffle II]

She would bite into his leg, continue her momentum and topple the bastard. With his hands attempting to stem the blood flowing from his neck, it should be easier. Right?

Either way, she was going to be tearing at his neck. Even if she had to rip his arms off.

Not that she couldn't just get to the side or back of his neck, possibly.

"Die!" she hissed with malice.

[User]
Elsewhere with @King Cosmos, @CriticalHit, @Old Amsterdam, @ReusableSword, @Lucius Cypher, and @floodtalon

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Digbie was ready to wallop the goblin who insulted him with his curved rock, but he was pleasantly surprised when he found Orochi there, saving his kiester! Good lizard, he was. Digbie could feel something forming in Orochi and him, whether it was a sense of trust or not. It was honest, if anything. That was besides the point though. With everything that was happening, Digbie needed to help out in some way that wasn't just throwing rats at enemies. He was out of ammo to keep doing that.

Then Digbie noticed it. The goblin that was dying, he dropped the pick! Then there was also the flaming goblin who was slowly coming to his senses. Within an instant, Digbie understood what he wanted to do.

Equipping his <Stone Spike
TM
>, Digbie ran forward with the weapon trailing behind him like a massive sword. It clearly wasn't, but he was wielding it like it was. The goblin ran forward and made a stupid split-second decision. He heaved the spike over his shoulder and javelined it at Crispy, aiming for his torso and trying to knock the wind out of him. If that worked, then he'd be down for a few more seconds and it'd be a valuable use of his tool. Meanwhile, his main target was in his sights, next to that other lizard. The ultimate digging tool was there, and Digbie needed it more than anything at that moment. He needed more inventory, of course, but since he no longer had the <Stone Spike
TM
>, he could get the pickaxe. He ran for it to pick it up, and hopefully he didn't fumble the grab.

Thankfully, he didn't, and Digbie was delighted to receive and equip the <Woodland Pick
TM
>! A valuable digging tool for his arsenal!

+ <Stone Spike
TM
> (Thrown at Crispy)
+ <Curved Rock
TM
>
+ <Woodland Pick
TM
>

[Assistant]
Run. That's the only thing that matters now. Well, running and surviving. No point running if you're just going to die. If this was just one, two, or even three lizards, Orchid would have stayed and fight. But this wasn't just a small skirmish. It was an ambush. Orchid wasn't sure if these people were watching them and waiting or if they all simply got lucky, but to attack Crispy while he was more-or-less by himself surely wasn't dumb luck. Indeed, if Orchid was more capable, she would have attacked him around the same time. However until she learned fire magic, Crispy couldn't die. Not yet.

Orchid was able to pick up the pyromancer and drag him away fairly easily for a goblin thanks to her greater-than-average strength, and being empowered by fear and panic. Adrenaline was one hell of a drug. But that wasn't just to say she was only stronger; now knowing just how out classed they were, Orchid also made sure to be aware of her surroundings. That's when she heard something being hurled towards them. Orchid didn't get a good look and simply acted on reflex; blindly swinging her sword backwards hoping to intercept the projectile. If she had dropped Crispy and swung with both hands, perhaps her attempt at deflection would have gone better. But in her rush, she had tried to do too many things at once, and many things happened all at once.

First Orchid saw what was being flung at Crispy and her; a large stone spike. larger than a rock, it looked more like a stalagmite was about to fall on them. Even so, Orchid followed through with her deflection. Or rather, her sacrifice. Her sword, which she already knew was ramshackle at best, was able to stop the stone from continuing forward and harming herself or Crispy. But at the cost of the blade itself; it stained under the weight of the rock before exploding into bone shards and splinters. It showered Orchid and stung her flesh, but otherwise didn't really cause any lasting harm. However it did deprive her of what she had hoped would be her masterpiece. But no time for tears; if she tried to fix it now or get vengeance she'll just die. Orchid could make a new one; a better one. But only if she survives.

Now effectively weaponless save for perhaps a few rocks in her back, Orchid hasten herself and carried Crispy with her full strength, leaving the bonfire to find the other goblins. Finding them shouldn't be hard; there was giant footprints on the ground, and surely the other monsters wouldn't try to attack an entire gang of goblins now that they've lost the element of surprise. Orchid tried not to think too hard about how the others might react to the fact she just arrived to the bonfire when it got attacked; she could probably make up a good story. Say how saving Crispy was more important than dying for a bonfire. If nothing else, maybe she could promise to make a weapon for the boss to remain in his good graces. Just long enough for Orchid to learn what she wanted.

Regardless it was time to run and fight another day. Such is the way of the goblins.

Health - Mostly Full
Magic - Full
Stamina - Full

Skills -
Use Light Equipment (--)
Pacify Animal I (1.0)
Stronger I (1.4)
Crafting II (3)
Material Analysis I (1.15)
Monster Analysis I (1.0)

Inventory -
Raw Dire Rat Hide (Equipped)
Loincloth (Equiped)
Rawhide Bag (9/12) (Equiped)

* Sharp Stone
* Hard Stones x2
* Goblin Bones x2
* Herbs x4


[System]
Appearance:

Age:16
Godly parent:Hades
Background:He doesn't socialize much, because he feels like he would either get rejected, or killed, and neither of those options sound very appealing to him. He's spent the last few years wandering the country, trying to not get killed by all the monsters that want him dead. He was recently brought to Camp Half Blood by a strange goat man, called a "Satyr", who said he was a child of a god. He's still not sure whether or not he's gone crazy, but he has been getting better at using his scythe, so he takes that as a good sign.
Powers:Summoning and banishment of undead. Speaking to undead. Shadow teleportation.
Weapon or gifts from godly parent:Scythe of shadows. Can be drawn from any patch of darkness. It gradually fades away when he lets go of it.
Theme song:Monster by Skillet

[User] She looks at her. "Is there something i can help you with?" she asks leaning against to door frame.

[Assistant]
"It's quite alright. Hello. I am truly sorry for disturbing your evening, but my uncle and I wanted to make sure that you knew about the archeological scan of this area that your parents pre approved of before we started. You are Artemis, no?" the girl says with a kind smile.

"What's going on?" Ivy's voice carries from the kitchen.

[User]
Jacob falls out" a girl is here about a archeology scan" he called to ivy this girl definitely smells of bast she has to be her host   " are you basts host? " he says to the girl in ancient Egyptian

Arthur keeps staring

[Assistant] She looks at her. "Thats my name dont ware it out." she said as she smiled. She then Smiled. "Ill show you to the study and i will be right there." she said to her as she lead her to the study. She gently shut the door and smiled as she grabbed a tray of glasses and other things. She walked back in and smiled. "So what is this about again now that we are some where more private." she said to her.

[User]
The girl smiles brightly at Jacob, then speaks in ancient Egyptian back to him. "Who wants to know?"

"Huh. That's new."

[Assistant]
Jacob stops the door from closing on arthur  " the host of Sobek" he answers back in ancient Egyptian following them

Arthur walks to the kitchen and puts his head under the sink them runs the water to clear his thoughts

[User]
The girl nods, and gives a small smile. "I thought I sensed another one," she replies in Ancient Egyptian. "Yes, I am who you think," she tells Sobek's host.

Ivy looks at Arthur. "Uh.. whatcha doing?"

[Assistant]
Arthur stops " clearing my thoughts that girl looked just like Emily" he tells ivy

Jacob nods and switches to English " you should join our team then " he tells the girl

[User] She looks at her. "Yes....and im a daughter of Poseidon....CAN WE CRACK ON." she said to her. She sighed. "Jacob, Can you get some soda." she said to him.

[Assistant]
Ivy nearly drops a steaming pot. "Emily as in your first love Emily?"

The girl's brow creases. "Perhaps we could speak more later." She goes into the study, and smiles at Artemis. "My uncle is a renowned archeologist around here, and well just the positioning and the history of the house, my uncle believes something of value could be discovered here. We're not going to start digging unless we can find something, so, whenever is best for you, my uncle's crew will come with noninvasive scanners to see if there's something here. Unfortunately, we do not need your consent, as the owners of this property have already expressed interest and there are no given permanent residents. Excuse me, did you say you were a demigod?"

[User]
Jacob doesn't get the soda" get your own soda I'm not your slave " he mutters and walks out bast would be a good ally she can move through the duat easily

Arthur nods" yeah that Emily "

[Assistant] She looks at her. "Those would be my family....As long as you dont destroy the place...im fine with it....We will be staying here for a few more weeks." she said to her. She smiled as she did. "And well my parents have given me a bit of authority over our homes." she said to her. She smiled as she did.

[User]
Ivy gasps, and sets the pot down. "I LOVE YOU, MOTHER!"

The girl looks at Sobek's host. "Is Jacob your name? I'm Winter," she holds out her hand for a handshake, smiling.

[Assistant]
Jacob nods" yeah that's my name" he says shaking her hand

Arthur raises an eye brows " I'm sorry what? "

[User] She sighs and then walks out. She walks into the kitchen. She grabs a soda and chugs it.

[Assistant]
Winter's head snaps toward screaming. "Bloody hell, this is a strange house."

Ivy picks the pot up, smiling broadly. "Oh, nothing." She squeals and manages to revive the meal.

[User]
Jacob nods" sorry that's my girlfriend she must have gotten exited about something " he said recognizing ivy's squeal

Arthur shakes his head" alright red" he stops the sink and sits on the couch

[Assistant]
Winter smiles shyly. "I might as well know everyone's names if I'm to join this jolly band."

"DINNER!" Ivy sets out seven bowls, and stands back.

[User]
Jacob nods" well the one who just yelled is ivy and I'll let everyone else introduce themselves " he said walking out

Arthur stands up and stretches

[Assistant]
Winter watches the procession of the group going to get their food and frowns. "Does Ivy not eat?"

Ivy observes the others getting their food.

[User] She looks at her. "Thanks Ivy." she said to her. She then sat down.

[Assistant]
Jacob frowns and walks up to ivy" babe you have to eat you can't just watch everyone "

Arthur gets up and walks over to winter " hi I'm Arthur son of Jupiter " he says holding out his hand

[User]
Ivy kisses Jacob's cheek. "Aww look at you, all worried about me. Don't worry, I'll eat. After I make sure it doesn't kill anyone."

Winter smiles, and shakes Arthur's hand. "Winter, host of Bast." 'Well hello.''Bast, behave.' 'No. I am your master, and you bow down to me! 'Yeah right.' 'Worth a shot.' Winter smiles, shaking her head.

[Assistant]
Arthur shakes it " oh that's cool " he pauses and looks at her "did you have a sister by the name of Emily by any chance" he asks

 Jacob nodded" well your cookings always fantastic so I'm sure we will be fine " he says we be grabs a plate

[User] Winter shakes her head. "As far as I know, I'm an only child." 'Who's this Emily chick he keeps mentioning?' 'No clue.' 'I wish he'd stop thinking about her and move on to better thing.' 'Bast.' 'What? You do too!' 'Shush.' 'No.' "Then again, my mother seems to like surprises so much she manages to give me one at least a month." 'Good one.' 'Why thank you.'

[Assistant]
Arthur shakes his head" sorry for asking like I said you just look a lot like her " he said we be finished shaking her hand and grabs a plate

Jacob whispers to ivy in between bites" whose emily? "

[User]
Ivy's eyes are bright with excitement. "She was Arthur's first love, but she died before he could help her," she whispers back.

Winter frowns. "It's alright. Where are you from, Arthur?"

[Assistant]
" San Francisco California but I'm originally from Phoenix Arizona" Arthur says to her

Jason nodded" I see I can't imagine if I couldnt save you" he tells ivy it would suck that's for sure

[User]
"It feels like a part of you dying. Like you did everything, all of those mistakes, all of the blood, sweat, and tears to protect this one person and you failed. It makes you question whether your life was worth living, or if the gods would've taken you instead. Or.. well something like that." Ivy turns away to start cleaning the kitchen.

"I was born in London but for the past few years I have lived just outside Alexandria with my uncle. What do you like to do in your free time?" Winter's cheeks turn a little pink. She hates small talk, so why was she so insistent on continuing it? 'Like you don't know.''Please shut up.' 'Fine, but only so we can hear what Pretty Boy has to say.'

[Assistant]
Arthur thinks" I like to play the piano and stuff like that what about you? "

Jacob hugs ivy" you speak as if you experienced it to"

[User]
Winter smiles brightly. "I like to play music as well."

Ivy blushes slightly in embarrassment and hugs him back. "I don't know what your talking about."

[Assistant]
Arthur can't help but smile back" really? What's your favorite instrument ? " he asks winter

Jacob shakes his head" c'mon tell me" we could use her secret name and make her' no I'm not going to abuse that knowledge ' fine

[User]
Winter frowns in thought. "I'm not really sure. It mainly depends on the song. For most, I love all percussion. It's basically making music by hitting things in rhythm," she says with a genuine smile.

Ivy looks around then sighs. "I'm sorry, love. I'd tell you in a heartbeat if I hadn't promised not to."

[Assistant]
Arthur nods " oh ok" he pushes up his sleeves so they don't get in the food forgetting about his burn " so London I've been once but it was quick how is it there? "

Jacob nods" of course I understand "

[User]
Winter shrugs with a small smile. "I wouldn't know much myself. Like I said, it's been years since I've last been. What were you in London for?"

Ivy pecks his lips and looks at Winter talking to Arthur. "What do you think of her?"

[Assistant]
Arthur smiles " I like her I think she'll be a good addition to the team" he says to ivy then looks at winter" there was reports of a monster in the area so I was sent to kill it "

Jacob kisses ivy back then goes back to eating

[User] She watches as everyone gets to know each other and gets up as shes about to take a bowl up to her room. "Ill talk to you guys later." she said as she walked up.

[Assistant]
Jacob waves " alright arty"

Arthur nods" ok arty"

[User]
Winter smiles at Artemis. "Goodbye, Artemis. It was a pleasure to speak with you."

Ivy gasps softly. "Winter, don't you have to get back?"

Winter pouts slightly. "That's true, but I'm not in any sort of rush. What time is it?"

"Seven thirty." Ivy looks at the clock in the kitchen.

"Fifteen minutes, then I'll leave," Winter insists.

"Fine."

[Assistant]
Arthur nods" I'll walk you to your hotel or fly you whatever you want " he offers

Jacob smiles into his food as he eats have we ever seen Arthur this awkward ' no it's funny' it sure is

[User] Winter puts a hand on Arthur's arm with a gentle smile. "If you want to walk all the way through town to the dig, I won't stop you, but I don't think flying is a very good option. Anyone could see you. I will be here tomorrow." 'Oh thank you my knight in shining armor. I'm a weak and fragile little kitten.' 'Bast.' 'Whatever. I just hope he decides quickly. We need to use the litter box.' 'Seriously?' 'Yes, a feline's personal hygiene is very serious business.' 'You're not even a person, so how could it be 'personal'?' 'And now it's your turn to be quiet.'

[Assistant]
Arthur nods" yeah I'll walk through town I have the time" he said to winter

Jacob finished eating " it was good thanks babe " he says to ivy and kisses her cheek

[User]
Winter nods and smiles. "Come on." Winter goes to the door and looks behind her to see if he was behind her.

Ivy takes the dish from him and starts to wash it, smiling. "Of course, love."

[Assistant]
Arthur was following winter trying not to have a big smile

look at him follow her like a puppy haha beta male' don't we sorta do that with ivy'....shut up

[User] 'Ha! Guys always say they're the alphas, but we both know who's the lead.' 'Hell yes, we do.' 'Excuse me, your head is a holy private sanctuary from all things dark and evil, no cussing. But yes this is why you're my host.' Winter smiles, showing Arthur around town. "What's your favorite place here?"

[Assistant] Devon sighs, and walks out of the shadow where he was sleeping. "Oi! Who are all the new people?"


[System]
Age: 14
Gender: female
Race: human
Class: mage (Level 0)

Appearance: Brisa is dexterous girl, slim actually fairly short. The bane of her existence is her height; others tend to make fun of her for it. Her hair is dark brown and full of natural ringlets. She keeps it cut short to just above her shoulders, much to her mother's dismay. She rarely bothers with it, just shoves a headband on to keep it out of her face. It's constant disarray gives her a wild look. Her hair could be pretty, but she doesn't go in for pretty. She refuses to wear the frocks her mother made for her, preferring instead to wear her brother's castoff tunics and trews. The tomboyish attitude and dress confound her parents but they don't bother Autry at all. Autry allows her to wear whatever is comfortable and won't be distracting and approves of the boyish dress as it makes her work in the garden and cellar easier.

What you want to be when you grow up?
Brisa is too unfocused to figure out what she really wants to be. All she knows is that she, under no circumstance, wants to be a potter. And she doesn't want to be poor. And she doesn't want to be married. She does like working with her teacher and is a quick study…she often finds herself wondering if she could make good money selling potions or charms.

Who is your mentor?
Old Autry. Old Autry saw Brisa when the girl was 9 and had come with her mother to purchase a tea for a cough. Her keen eyes saw Brisa's unhappiness and general listlessness and offered to teach the girl at her house. Brisa begged and begged her mother to let her go learn from Autry and soon a formal apprenticeship was established.

Brief Biography: Brisa was born and raised in the village of Twiddledale. Her parents were born and raised there too. They have never traveled and have no desire to do. They are completely at a loss as to why Brisa is interested in leaving but Brisa is bored in the town. She has a quick mind, she gets bored quickly; and she hates clay and pottery. She knows she is destined to be stuck in this little village as a potter or a farmers wife. Each option is equally repulsive to her. Thus when Autry offered to teach her herbalism she jumped at the chance. She didn't realize what Autry was truly offering; to teach her magic. Autry had seen Brisa's magical talents, recognized her intelligence immediately. She knew, however, that Brisa's parents would never approve so offered instead to teach the girl herbalism. She made Brisa promise not to tell. Autry began Brisa's magical studies in secret, and Brisa learned Autry's craft if not quickly then at least diligently. Every time Brisa wanted to quit she remembered two things…the first was that Autry let her dress and act like herself. The second was that magic would be away out of the town and the life she feared awaited her.

When the catastrophe fell on the village she was one of the few that survived. Together with a small group of children they went in search of what happened to the villagers, and how to undo it. In Brisa's case she also sought revenge. The distance they have traveled so far has not been great but it has been challenging. Through a variety of trouble only Brisa and Argurios remain from Twiddledale, and they are traveling together still not having given up on trying to find the rest of the villagers.

What person(s) of interest do you know in the village? Who all do you have a relationship with?: Brisa is very close with her teacher, Autry. Autry gave her an escape; her mother was threatening to turn her into a farm wife or a clay potter. Or both. She loves her parents deeply but under that is a deep resentment too for they never accept her interest in things outside their small village.

Equipment:A small journal of pressed plants and sketches detailing the plant life around the village. A bundle of lavender & mint leaves. Her first spellbook; crafted entirely by her under Autry's tutelage. A shoulder bag. A small "bladder" for carrying water. Two sheets of paper which she is taking notes on. A druidic book of maps. A blank sheet of parchment. Trail rations. A small knife, utility item not weapon. A few pieces of charcoal collected from old fires.

Class Skills:
Cantrip: Adrenaline--This cantrip enables the caster to double his/her movement rate for 1 round. No extra attacks are possible with this cantrip; solely movement.
Cantrip: Color--With this cantrip the caster can alter the color of any surface, if used on ones body then separate castings are required for hair skin eyes if used on clothes then it can enchant one piece of clothing at a time. This is a permanent cantrip.
Cantrip: Firefinger--When cast, the firefinger cantrip causes flame to spurt several inches from the wizard's outstretched finger. Combustibles will be ignited by the flame if they are dry. The material component is pitch, which must be rubbed on the finger prior to casting.
Spellcraft--able to understand the methods of crafting spells, how to best maximize a spell, and recognize the effects and castings of basic common spells.
Concentration--able to block out distractions and focus on a goal, even in mid combat, as long as she herself is not directly damaged/injured breaking her focus. Can be used for mundane means like quickly finding a solution or escape or for casting a spell without loosing focus.

Life Skills:
Reading--Brisa can read common easily.
Writing--Brisa can write common easily.
pottery--Brisa hates the job but she is a decently skilled potter able to form and shape common clay items (bowls, vases, utensils, mugs) and knows how to prep the clay for usage as well as how to bake a finished product.
Map Reading—Brisa has grown skilled at reading and deciphering maps as they have traveled, her book of maps is incredibly detailed and she has taught herself quite well how to use it.
Running--through repeated use and several times running for her life Brisa has gained wind and endurance running. She is now able to keep up even with Argurious for a short distance, despite the fact his legs are much longer and he covers more ground.

Regional Skills:
troll lore--appearances, types, calls, habits, signs, methods of disposal of a variety of trolls. These are taught to all residents of Twiddledale as trolls are a common problem in that area.

Clues:

a druidic book of maps, one of which has a drawing of the holy symbol of the dark god and indicates that it is prevalent in a certain region of someplace no one recognizes. There is also writing in a strange language that Brisa is still working on deciphering. not secret

a copy of the writing over the dead bodies in twiddledale, written in the same language as the notes in the book of maps. not secret

a sheaf of parchment containing expenses but while the expenses are listed in copper pieces the items are listed in the unknown language. not secret

[User]
Aiden looked over at the mention of snakes. If they were poisonous, it could pose a problem, but other than that, they were just a annoying. besides, most snakes would run before standing their ground. "Hmmm," he tought aloud, "I guess that could have been what I saw in the river last night." He flipped the boat over and set a branch under to hold it up.

"I think we may be fine holding off for a moment longer. Honestly, even while this rain sucks, its still providing pure water to drink, unlike what we know of the river. for now I would suggest collecting it in something for later. or letting some clean cloth soak it up and drink from it. Drinking river water downsteam from a large town is never a good idea." He the started looking around for nearby branches. "While y'all do that, I'm going to see if I can make us some makeshift weapons until we can find something better."

[Assistant]
As the rain pressed hard on those below the clouds most creatures hid in their homes and shelters. There was a small group of children desperately trying to make a water proof shelter. Somewhere away from the group were two figures. Both wore heavy cloaks and moved slowly through the water drenched earth. They looked small and stocky clinging to one another.

The pouring rain made the river look , before calm and gentle, now look like it was trying to mimic the feature of a saw blade. There was so much noise that even if a comet would fall next to someone, he would just slightly hear it. And this was perfect. The noise, the grey dark light, the humidity in the air, all of this was perfect for the Bullywugs to raid and hunt. Slowly their eyes surfaced, they were dark grey and in perfect union with the water, making them invisible. They spied on the small group of children for awhile, then as one gave the sign, they slowly began to make their way towards the group of children.

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Argurios was tying together the second layer of branches which hold down the leafs. The makeshift roof was doing its work, and as he looked to Aiden he was pleased by the boat idea and how it turned out. "all we need to do now is dig up some earth from under the roofs and put some sticks and bark as some sort of a floor. Otherwise the water will rise up into our ars's." He turned to Brisa and Jatan. " I don't know much about the wild life here, but except for swamp trolls i don't know of any creature that would want to move in this rain, as for trolls they are in swamps and such terrain so no need to fear them... Now i would recommend you two come here and duck under, it ain't a tavern but its better then open space."

As Argurios finished the roof, he grabbed his axe in attempt to used it as a shovel. Before he started he paused to catch his breath and look at his surroundings. The sky seemed like it was doomed for eternal rain. As he looked over the field he saw two dark figures approaching, at the same time he saw what looked like a group of goblins crawling towards them from the river. Argurios was not sure what to think. He dark figures could be anyone who was unlucky enough to be caught by the rain on the road. The goblins could be nature playing with visual illusion or something like that, but Argurios doubted that, yet could not distinctly tell what it is.

He looked towards the river, but there was nothing there, Argurios was sure that those crawling things had to come from the river, but there were no boats to be seen. He strained his eyes trying to catch anything in the water, and for a moment he thought he saw two balls floating on the water, but as soon as he saw them as soon they disappeared.

Once Argurios was sure there was no threat from the river, he grabbed his sling, put a stone in it and turned to others. "We have company, there is someone approaching from the field, grab what ever you can find, and be ready to defend yourself." He said with calm but stern voice, walked back a little for a chance of a good shoot, the sling in his right, with the axe in his left, Argurios waited for the duo to join them, hoping they were friendlies.

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Aiden had found what he was looking for, some branches that were straight enough to sharpen to a point for some makeshift spears. Unfortunately, he only had time to make enough for those without weapons and no extras in case they broke by the time Argurios raised the alarm. He quickly tossed them to the other weaponless children and took up a spot beside the half-orc and readied his spear. The spear didn't give him much to do save stabbing with its point. Other then that it may be able to make something keep its distance or help block but he wasn't entirely sure how well. To be honest, he was almost hoping that the creatures might happen to have a weapon he could take from them.

"Brisa, if you know any 'kill it with fire' magic, that may come in handy right about now!"

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Brisa had been doing her best to keep out of the way. Stronger than she was when she stared on this trip, she was no where near the boy's strength. Not to mention she tended to be a bit clumsy. The only reason she had worked on building a camp so smoothly was it had become routine. She learned fast, but she could not improvise. At least not in some areas.

She looked out through the rain and saw...nothing. It was just too much rain. She blinked trying to clear the rain from her eyes but it was no use. Instead she took the sharpened stick that she had been handed and tried to figure out how she could use it. She was no fighter but she could poke someone with a stick. Maybe. She was still working over how to use it when she heard Aiden's call about fire magic.

She almost laughed outloud. How could he be so clueless; she was no more a true mage than the others were able to claim the title of the classes they studied. She had to remind herself only a student of magic would know the difference between a neophyte like her and a true mage. And only a true mage could weild fire magic that was impervious to rain. Her magics were simple at best, tiny things that could be used to make life easier not so much for combat.

She didn't realize how much she would have to learn to adapt herself to this adventure, but she would learn, and learn fast or die. Maybe she had to be a bit more subtle about her actions, to learn to think outside the box. She discarded the idea of the fire cantrip even as she joined the boys, just slightly behind them, her own sharpened stick she laid on the ground nearby, not wanting it to trip either her or them and knowing it was best it not be in her hands if she came up with any kind of plan.

As she looked out into the dreary weather, the gray and the rain, then at the backs of the two boys standing in front of her, one thing did jump to her mind. Argurios was too noticeable, his garments were sturdier, darker, and occasionally the flash of metal could be seen from grommets and belt. But Aiden might work...his clothes were duller, older, and more muted. Plus he was smaller, easier to fade away. She looked him over carefully, scrutinizing him like a seamstress inspecting her stitches. It was a good thing the boys had their backs to her or her blatant staring might have aroused some suspicion.

She stepped up behind Aiden and spoke in a very low voice, aware that a whisper would carry further than softly spoken words.

"You are going to have to trust me" she said placing slim fingers on his cheek from behind.

She whispered the words before he could react, letting the cantrip magic flow through her and into him. It washed over him turning him a very dull and unobtrusive shade of gray. The exact same shade as the light through the rain. It wasn't much, but it might be just enough to let him fade into background. And maybe that would give him some sort of edge. She had planned to use the spells to change their hair color in case someone from the town was looking for them, it was the fastest means of disguise. Maybe this would work too.

Everything was a dull gray color, and now too was Aiden. A second casting turned his cloak to an identical shade and that was all she had. Her last spell was her firefinger, useful in normal circumstances but here in the oppressive rain it would be useless. She picked up her spear and prayed to Mystra for help, because if there was trouble they would need it. She hid a smile as she realized that the spell was permanent, the only way to turn his skin back to "skin" color was to recast the spell. And for that she needed another night of study. She hoped he wouldn't be too mad.


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Age: 17

Element: Wind.

Appearance:

4'10", 85 lbs. Absurdly small and narrow. She has short, straight auburn hair atop a short and wide face, with low and prominent cheekbones. Her ice blue eyes appear dull and vacant - almost lifeless.

Most of her garments consist of an earth-tone tunic under a sleeveless doublet, with earth-tone pants tucked into perfectly fitted, dark-green boots.

A tattoo is visible on the back of each hand. Both are reminders. On the left is the message "I have amnesia.", and on the right is the message "Check the journal."

Personality: Brunhilde is generally friendly to those around her, often very cheerful, and extremely confident in herself. She speaks very clearly and carefully to avoid being misinterpreted. Around people she's comfortable with, she tends to be much less careful with her choice of words, which often backfires. She is fiercely (and often violently) protective of herself and the things she cares about. Since coming to the Academy, she has been pushing herself much, much too hard, which has been problematic, to say the least.

She suffers from anterograde amnesia, constantly forgetting that she has ever met people or that events in her life have occurred. Generalized knowledge, facts, skills, and the like seem to be completely unaffected, thankfully - and she's able to remember certain things about herself if she reads it like it doesn't pertain to her. On account of this forgetfulness, she continually finds herself in unknown situations, and when she doesn't have several clear lines of escape, this puts her on edge.

She despises and fears cows, and because of this, she has dedicated her culinary preferences to taking revenge one delicious bite at a time.

Key words: Friendly. Confident. Periodically insensitive.. Aggressive. Amnesiac. Fearful.

History: Brunhilde's childhood was, for the most part, good. Her parents were farmers on an island nation somewhere between Greenland and Nunavut, just a couple miles south of a moderately large (if very poor) fishing village. At the age of 6, she was identified by her family as having some elementalist tendencies, but was forced to keep her abilities hidden from her friends from the village, out of fear that she may be barred from ever entering the town again. Her parents' fear for her safety led them to enroll her in a local martial arts school for two years, where she met a number of good friends. The school taught what was merely referred to as 'self defense', and incorporated techniques and philosophies from a wide range of other martial arts. She eventually lost interest in formal martial arts training, however, and left the school just a few months before she would have taken her exam to become a black belt. Her parents were satisfied that she could protect herself.

At the age of 10, she was playing and practicing her elementalist skills out in her family's fields when disaster struck. One of the cattle was afflicted with Mad Cow Disease due to a farmhand's incompetence and lost control, trampling crops and chickens alike. Brunhilde took a hoof to the head before the cow was put down, and although she made a full physical recovery, she had lost the ability to form new biographical memories. Her parents brought the farmhand in question before a tribunal to seek retribution for her injuries and the lost livestock. Brunhilde was brought to the witness stand, and when questioned, she was unable to recall anything had happened at all. This, of course, was used as evidence that she had been altered as a result of her head injury. The farmhand was found guilty and forced to repay the family with one cow and one goat, as well as serving a two week sentence in the stocks for gross negligence.

Her parents scrounged up what money they could for her to be seen by a psychologist from down south. Money was tight, but they managed fine regardless, and through years of therapy, she began to be able to cope with her disability by means of keeping journals and by identifying the ghosts of feelings of familiarity as reminders. Eventually, she even started learning to recognize whether or not she knew her friends or not. Their identities were still usually a mystery to her until she checked her journal, but a vague sense of deja-vu caused her to check in the first place.

During the seven years after the accident, she continued learning wind manipulation in the safety of her own land, until she made a single mistake. She didn't realize that her parents had company one day, and was spotted hovering three feet above the ground by one of the town's butchers, who had come to take one of the cattle. He said nothing to her family, but brought this news to the town hall. The local government recognized that she had not been a threat to the town, but that elementalists were abominations that must be removed, and they held a vote. The decision was 5-4 in favor of banishment over imprisonment. One courier later, her parents pulled her inside, helped her pack her things and many days' worth of provisions, and wrote two words on the most recent page of her journal: "The Academy" before sending her southwards on a plane. Under this, she wrote a reminder to herself to stay in contact with her parents as time went on.

Her arrival at the Academy was, unfortunately, too late for her to observe the opening ceremony for the semester.

Equipment: An enormous travel pack with a mess kit, a sleeping bag, several sets of clothes, a large heap of empty Slim Jim wrappers at the bottom of the travel pack, an enormous journal with a steel cover, and more pens than any normal person would know what to do with. Her only weapons are her fists.

Initial Wind Talents: Hovering a short distance above the ground, creating small breezes, cow tipping, and putting some extra force behind her fists.
Adjusted Wind Talents: A bit of focus in the classroom is leading Brunhilde to become increasingly creative with what skill she does have, and she is currently learning airsense, which will both allow her to feel her environment and control the wind more effectively.

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Brunhilde

Before Brunhilde had managed to get to the food, a fight had almost broken out - and was still quite possibly about to break out regardless. The girl from out in the courtyard had, apparently, upset the moron with the red hair, and the edgelord that was talking to the bandaged girl had gotten involved, or something. She was taking a few steps forward to get a better look at the conflict when an extremely large man rushed past her to, apparently, break it up.

They were too close to the food. Her food. And she was finally feeling hungry.

"Hold this for a bit. Bring it to me when I'm done, tell me how you met me, and please tell me how much of an idiot I've been, because I won't remember any of it after a minute."

She didn't give Emi an option to say no. She handed her journal to Emi, and walked towards the squabbling four. If they were going to fight, they would have to do it somewhere else.

The tiny figure stomped up to Gus, who was holding Rinna and Kain by their collars, conjured a millimeter thick pad of air under his feet without warning, then started shoving him and his 'luggage' towards the door to the cafeteria as if he were a handcart, muttering as she went. She didn't care if he tried to stop her as long as she got him away from the food.

"No respect for the fucking cafeteria staff... Who the hell do they think's gonna have to clean that shit up? I mean, seriously, I just got here and I haven't even had the chance to fucking eat, and they start pulling shit like this in the middle of the lunch line..."

If that wet red-headed idiot wanted to follow them, he'd have to walk on his own two feet, because she was not in the mood to try to drag even more people out of there.

Light

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Rinna grunted lightly as she was lifted bodily off the ground by some sort of literal behemoth. Apologize for making a scene? Well, she could, but she hadn't gotten as out of hand as picking someone up against their will, not that she could do that to anyone over the age of six or so anyways. Her smile never faltered, but it was obvious she was sizing this new entrant up just from glancing into those unsettling green eyes. He had her by the collar, but it felt like he had only grabbed her motorcycle jacket. She could slip out of it, but her backpack was in the way.

Of course, getting that out of the way was as simple as slanting her shoulder down. It slipped to the floor with an impressive thump.

"You're right. Starting a row in the middle of the cafeteria is poor form." She lifted her arms up, like she was giving a "what can you do" type shrug, and slipped right out of her jacket down to the floor.

"But the truth is, I really can't stand the sight of assholes who pick on others just because they can, so I'd be lying if I said I was sorry." She bent down and picked up her backpack, slinging it over her shoulder once more, holding her other hand out for her jacket.

"But if I promise to keep it outside after this, can I have my jacket back?"

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Brunhilde looked back at Rinna as she carted Gus and Kain towards the door. This midget was a slippery one.

"Looks like this one's gonna be a pain in the ass..."

She spoke so that Vlad wouldn't hear her. She didn't want to make the fighting worse, after all, since they were still in the cafeteria.
"That's fair. I don't care if you kick his ass or not, myself. Hell, I'll do it myself if I have to. All I ask is that you not do it where you're going to get his
(probably)
 hepatitis-ridden blood all over my food. Capisce?"

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Despite all Kain's bravado, he hadn't been in too many fights.
He knew a few things though...

He felt the presence of the small giant towering over behind him and suddenly thought he understood why this red haired guy was so cocky, with giants for friends he could probably push anyone around.
Kain would not crumble to threats or intimidation, AND he DEFFINATLY was not apologising.

With a small flick of his eyebrows and a tilt of his head he gave the tiny curvy long haired girl who had taken to standing close behind the red head guy a very obvious 'scram' look and gesture.

Kain's youth had taught him two things about fighting, big people fell hard and to strike the biggest baddest guy first before they inflict the hurt.
Just then a girl came up and began to usher them away using some sort of air magic. 'great, another one.' he thought to himself.

Kain knew he didn't have the energy within him to throw his element around so he was at a massive disadvantage. He only hoped their classes were as exhausting as his, it didn't look like it. He was also out numbered. With a sigh his shoulders slumped as he conceived defeat. Anything else would result it a serious beating.
"Alright." he said softly, diffusing the situation.

Rinna dropped down and Kain thought of Madison.

A flash of bright light suddenly exploded from Kain, going off like a blown lightbulb. Instantly he was in the air and spiralling around delivering a fierce sharp blow directed straight to the giants nose.
As he drew his remaining charge into his muscles he knew by the time he hit the floor he would be as good as a mundane.
Everything was put into that one blow, from the blinding flash of light to the lightning speed that the last of his burning electricity lended to his ferocious merciless attack.

It was on.

To his advantage and thanks to the new girl, the giant was not properly grounded.
Following the momentum of his twist, a split second after the punch, he would forcefully push out his left leg to deliver a kick to the chest of the red haired, girl-beating, bully. He was not getting away unscathed!

@Azereiah@Zelosse

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Gus couldn't avoid the slipperiness of the girl twisting out of his grasp, not that he'd bother trying to recatch her anyways. He wasn't here for a fight, he was here for the food.

"better than a punch in the nose, I suppose. Not my size anyways."

He chuckled at his own joke and released his grip on the jacket but an unfamiliar sensation was assailing him now. Being.. Moved?

Wind beneath his boots and a little girl shoving him.. He was big, granted, but he wasn't the damn problem here! Others were picking fights and all he wanted was for it to stop.

"Please stop push--"

Gus practically bit his tongue off when the other package he was holding went off in a blinding flash. Followed by punching Gus square in the nose.
As far as mistakes went that was right up there with shooting yourself in the foot.

Lurching back, stumbling from the blow and his uneven footing, Augustus still never released his grip.

"That was very rude."

Accentuating his words angrily with a stomp of his foot, brute force dissipating the minor wind. Already there was abit of blood escaping his nose, but if he was injured he didn't show it. Truth be told the moment he was struck, Gus had willed the pain away.

"I'm gonna ask you one more time to apologize. He's already been punched out once today, and I really don't want to hurt anyone over a misunderstanding. Sound good?"

[Assistant]
Brunhilde paused for a moment at Gus's comment. He wasn't actually part of the fighting. Right. Mid-thought, the flash of light went off in her face, and she caught the full brunt of it. That didn't quite feel like a Light type ability - it was much too hot. Lightning, maybe? While she tried to regain her bearings and shake the stars out of her eyes, she felt in the air that that jerkass was trying to kill the redhead. She blinked a few times and looked up at the giant.

"...oh. Er... Fuck. Sorry. Didn't realize you were on my side."

She was a bit flustered. She felt she really should've stopped and thought for a moment before intruding, and went ever so slightly red... and noticed that his nose appeared to be broken. Fuck. That one was her fault. She stepped between Vlad and Kain, picking up a fallen soup spoon lying on the ground. She hovered the spoon between Kain and herself to catch any stray lightning bolts.

"What the big guy said. If you're going to kick eachothers' asses, do it away from the food."


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Age: Twenty-Two

Sex: Female

Element:Non-bender

Home: Middle Ring

Appearance: Jie stands at around 5'4" with a slimmer build. With extremely light brown hair and green eyes, she tends to attract a certain amount of attention. The girl is pale with high cheekbones, although constantly sports a look of exhaustion. To repair this, she'll predominantly wear makeup to cover the effects of certain lifestyle choices, which will eat up most of her funds. In terms of fashion-sense, Jie is quite trendy due to the requirement of her profession. She possesses a distinct burn mark that traces along her left forearm, to which she will keep hidden with various long-sleeved outfits.

Profession: Though not vastly wealthy, Jie spends her time as a singer to mostly the Upper Ring. Whether she be the background noise of a noble's party to the main performer in a gambling house, the girl has made her way into being a moderate success.

Personality: Jie is a selfish person. Extremely determined, she is the sole reason for her own rise to the Middle Ring. In some twisted way, the girl will often confuse selflessness or kindness for being weak. To most, however, she will attempt to keep a friendly demeanor as she is supposed to. Though she loves making friends and being around anyone who can keep up with her, she finds dealing with most to be a cumbersome task. Thus, Jie is quite open in terms of moral values, and willing to accept almost anyone so long as they're interesting enough.

Vainly aware of her own good looks, the girl will use her attributes to gain favor whenever necessary. This, of course, is her weapon of choice. Having had the goal of becoming a good socializer, Jie is a capable speaker and liar.

Stance on Benders?: She mostly dislikes the idea of benders. Like the majority, she sees them as too much of a hazard to keep unsupervised. Considering benders to be the reason for the world's present state, she supports a certain amount of regulation against such dangerous people.

History: Before, Jie once lived in the Lower Ring with her elder sister, Han. Her parents having been convicted as benders early in her life, she is unable to remember them, and therefore does not consider them as family. Though their age gap is severely large by fifteen years, the two girls were extremely close due to their circumstances. They'd survived in comfort for a time due to her sister's sacrifices, which allowed Jie to live out her childhood. Unable to support themselves without education or wealth, Han had earned her means as a smugler to members of varying rings. Due to this, Jie had been raised by listening to the experiences of others, following around the various characters that had flowed in and out of the Lower Ring.

A late bloomer, Han discovered her ability to firebend by burning her sister in the process. Though Jie allowed her to escape into the Wilds before being condemned, she still bears an anger towards the woman for leaving so quickly. Without a proper family along her adolescent years, she turned to Zen, adding on to the large population that depended on it as a favorite pastime. She would do whatever it took to provide enough for herself, and became a courtesan in the process of her descent. It was an unsurprisingly quick downward spiral, and the most desperate time of her life.

Unable to attract a large enough following to support her habits, Jie looked to other avenues as well. Though capable of charisma, she wished to garner more coin by the way of singing. After gaining the right sort of clientele, the girl moved to the Middle Ring as just that. Although Zen's use has slowly begun to wane, Jie is still a regular customer of one of the many drug smuglers in The Republic.

Likes;
►Sarcasm or Dark Humor
►Fashion
►Skill/Intelligence
►Sweets
►Flirting

Dislikes;
►Optimism
►Vulgarity
►Hot-Heads

Habits;
►Zen

Fears;
►Benders
►Fire
►A Mundane Future

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The Wild. Si Wong Desert.

Three men, each mounted on an ostrich horse, waited in the sand under the shade of a large rocky formation. They were draped in dusty worn and faded clothing, fabric that had been torn from the remains of other fabric and quilted into their protective wear. Tinted goggles shielded their eyes from the dust and the suns harsh glare, head wraps kept them cool and face wraps kept their lips from cracking in the sun's embrace. Two of them were armed with what looked to be rifles. The third was content to ride unarmed though he carried the pack that shared all of their collective survival gear.

"What time do they start?" One of them asked.

The second peered at the sun as it hung high in the sky. It was just about noon. "Soon. Festival should have already begun. Hunt will begin later and their champions will leave the protection of Tu Zin and head into the wilderness."

"Who's our target?" The third joined the other two, his ostrich horse taking a few unguided steps forward. He reigned it back in.

"Vulc." The man's voice carried undertones of respect with the name. "The man always walks away with the biggest hunt. We'll follow him and when he's got the kill, we'll take it."

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Upper Ring. Palace.
Wu stumbled into his private chambers and collapsed on the edge of his bed. Sweat was pouring from his brow in profusion, he was hot, clammy, shaking, and his chest was tightening. It was a miracle he'd managed to survive through the rest of the meeting but it didn't seem like he was going to be doing much of anything else. His body had been hit with something and with sudden overwhelming force. He wasn't even really sure what he was sick with. What was originally just the symptoms of a regular cold had quickly spiraled into something else entirely. He found it'd had been extremely hard to move his limbs and his body felt heavy in a way. And the exhaustion... the urge to keep from shutting his eyes and falling asleep. He couldn't know for sure but there was this gut feeling that if he were to slip into unconsciousness, he would never wake up.

Wu opened his mouth to call for assistance but when he tried, he found his voice had been lost. The words he wanted to say refused to come out and so... he conceded defeat and closed his eyes.

His mind continued to race even as darkness enveloped him, his thoughts drifting to the how and why and the uncertainty of his future. How did I get sick? What am I sick with? Have I infected anyone else? Who will run the city in my stead? Even as he asked the questions, deep down he already knew the answers. His title as King was always simply that and when he'd decided to try and expand on that title like his forefathers, he was checked and this time permanently.

All he could do now was await his fate.

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Lower Ring. Stage.

"Is he in there?"

A woman, the same one from the meeting, the one who'd given the King his tablet, his coffee, his daily wake up call and briefing now spoke to Akano from the other end of the line. Her voice came through as clear, unwavering, determined. "Yes."

"Is it done?" Akano watched as the woman on the stage in front of him began to exchange words with Yuri. Whether they were kind or laced with an annoyance they both shared for the man he couldn't be sure but he did pick up on something. There were nuances in her body language and the way her eyes seemed to focus on the small RSF officer and then suddenly lose him. She was on something and he had a general idea of what.

"It will be soon."

Akano returned to his own conversation leaving Yuri to his fate and twisted his wrist up so he could see the black band wrapped around it. Digital numbers hovered an inch away from the back of his forearm informing him of the time of day: A little after noon. The parade would begin shortly. "Good. I'll forward Yahan's files to you. Once you've got them, prep the girl and don't worry about the body. I'll handle it, the media and everything else."

"What about Unity? He's got the media in the palm of his hands. Could maybe spin a few stories of our own in the process and kill two birds with one stone."

"Think it'll take a bit more than a few stories to end him but like I said... you worry about what comes next. I'll handle Unity too."

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Jun's Soup Kitchen@Symphoni, @McHaggis

"Wait, so you're not the—oh, son of a bitch." Jaakuna cursed loudly.

Looking away from the exotic woman for a moment, his attention came to the one that was behind the counter. She seemed dainty and rather fitting to be working at a soup kitchen. Jaakuna found her posing no threat to his life. To be quite honest, Jaakuna didn't think that she had it in her power to stop him from doing whatever was necessary to get the money. However, as she would state rather clearly, it wasn't currently present at the soup kitchen.

"What did you say?" Jaakuna echoed her, his words slow and face long. "What do you mean the money's not here?!" Jaakuna yelled, approaching the counter to which the lady was speaking behind from. "It has to be here! It just has to!" Jaakuna said even louder.

By the time Jaakuna finished talking, he was leaning against the counter-top. His hands were on it, looking at the woman dead-straight in the eyes. This was not the look of a man who was trying to bully his way to get fast money or collect a debt. The look that Jaakuna Hinoko had in his eyes were that of a desperate man. His eyes and facial expressions bled of utter disbelief, for without the money, his siblings might not see him again.

"Listen here," Jaakuna said, leaning in as close to the lady as he possibly could, "I need that money." Jaakuna said urgently.

He was trying to make her understand that this wasn't just him acting like a bully(which he totally was). He had to get that money.

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Jun's Soup Kitchen -> Streets
@Altered Tundra

Her little plot seemed to be going along fine. She saw the blonde hooligan staring at her, eyeing her to see if she posed any potential threat. At least that's what she thought he was eyeing for. She had no idea what he was actually staring at her for. He called her hotcakes and said he represented the Triple Triad and he was here to collect protection money. Chiharu was about to proceed with her ruse, and continue fooling the guy, but it all fell to pieces when Lea put a stop to it, shattering the illusion of deceit.

She gave the girl away by saying that she was not in charge, and Chiharu raised her hands at Lea at displeasure, as just like that her fun had evaporated into thin air. Lea then went on to say that the owner wasn't here and neither was the money. She knew Lea had her interest in mind, and didn't want any innocents to be hurt, but that wasn't exactly the smartest thing to do. What was she expecting? For the thug to say "Oh alright, I'll just come back when the owner comes back then?" Obviously not. Chiharu's palm quickly met her face she face-palmed.

Lea wasn't build to take on the guy with her skinny muscle-lacking build. Not like she was any better of course, but while she may not be as strong, she bet that she was a lot quicker and flexible than the guy. Speaking to Lea, she said "I'm fine Lea." And soon enough, the blonde hooligan began putting on his routine tough-guy act like all of them do. He's going to try shaking Lea down for her money right about now. She sure as hope Jun was on the way here. In the mean time, Chiharu had to think about something that could prevent the situation from getting any worse. The only thing the guy wanted was money, that was what it was seeming like to her.

She came up with a plan. It could very well prove to be a incredibly stupid plan that could get her into trouble, but it was the only one she had now. She fished out the cash payment she received from her delivery earlier, and waved the notes in the air. "Hey tough guy, if its money you need, come and get it!" Chiharu would wait for the guy to be fixed and fully focused on her, and when he was, she was flee, running out of the kitchen and into the streets, hoping he'll leave the kitchen alone.

[Assistant]
J I E
(MIDDLE RING - PARADE ROUTE)

Patterns of color formed unnaturally at every angle. They followed her line of sight, creating auras around each stranger and object. It was a beautiful spectacle, and zen would never cease to dazzle Jie when in the right mood. Though she could feel the hazy edges of reality growing sharper, the drug still held an obvious hold. It had taken increasing amounts to subdue her, and would surely damage any novice who was willing to try. Of course, as the singer continued, the world only grew more lively. Out of her errupted a crowd of strangely formed creatures, all eager to listen. A cat the size of a Satomobile had draped itself along a tree as if weighing nothing, while ghost-like lights filled the rooftops. Equally happy to entertain, she continued her performance until a large and menacing shadow approached in the distance.

Jie had always seen it very infrequently, a monster that would hide at the edges of her buzz. It was large with the body of a centipede, carrying multiple faces as if they were trophies. It would shift its appearance at every blink, and could hold the likeness of almost any animal as well. In her lucidity she could contribute it to zen, having heard stories of Koh the Face Stealer as a small child. Her sister would pass down such stories, attributing the tales from those of their parents. Too young to remember the two, they lived through lore of far-off lands and times of what the world had been like eons before the Great Panic. She could hardly believe of fabled monsters from the spirit world, though as she aged, their contents traced into Jie's view almost daily. Even small, insignificant-seeming beings such as frogs or lemurs would take impossible shapes.

The girl had tried her hardest to only take zen when unemotional, as her most murky hallucinations would become drawn to the slightest of upset. Monsters like Koh would appear, whispering about all the misdeeds that they were willing to do. Most sat at the horizon however, and always present no matter her mood. Though Jie had become used to them, it was nevertheless jarring to see stranger visions crop up.

"-off the stage," A suited man ended, pulling the girl out of her stupor. He was tall and covered the black shadow that eyed her from far away, for which she was fearful for. Even as she moved to regain her original view, the creature had vanished, as had most of her other friends. "Naughty boy," Jie said steadily. Though it was clear to anyone that she was on a heavy dosage of something, the girl still attempted to keep up her playful act. "If you wanted a signature, you could have waited...You can't get special privileges, handsome!"


[System]
Age- 16

Sexuality- Straight

Powers- Therianthropy: to change into animals.

Bio- I was four years old when my parents died in a car crash. the state paid for their funeral, and put me into foster care as soon as they could. I had been in the system for six years until i was ten years old when I accidentally shifted into a dove, right in front of my foster mother. She freaked out, and kicked me out, bird form and all. I learned enough control to shift into a cat and scavenge for food that way. A few weeks later, someone picked me up off the streets and took me in as their pet. i was as small as a young cat then, and I was a cat by day, human by night. A few months later, they found out, but kept me anyways.

[User] Fortunately, Sarah's warning served well as Jordan raised his arm defenisvely. The punch wouldn't have connected, but if it had been goin to at least his arm would have taken the blow as opposed to his head. "No worries." He chuckled with a simple shrug. "Sarah warned me. Besides, your aim could use some work..."

[Assistant] "Nice to meet you. Be careful it's kind of sharp" Torak got a worried look on his face. "What are you going to try to do?"

[User]
@Trevor1001

Sarah smiled. "Don't worry, it's nothing extreme." It took a few seconds, but some small arcs of electricity started to dance on the dagger. "Cool, it's not even made of metal and I can do this"

Sam looked up at Jordan, her face was now pink. Her punch had missed, but it felt like she had. "I missed?"

[Assistant] Torak watched the dagger for a bit. "It's not metal but blood does have a lot of water in it. Maybe that is why it is doing that."

[User] Jordan chuckled and nodded, putting down the hand he had been using to defend himself. "Yeah, you missed. Lucky for me though right ?"

[Assistant] Dante has been sitting back observing and laughing and watching in amazement as everything was going on.

[User] The police car drove up to the orphanage, then screeched to a halt, as if the driver was in a hurry. He turned to the partition and said to Pounce, "Hey kid, you can get out now." His voice was a bit shaky, but it appeared that Pounce wasn't in a bad mood. Pounce got out of the car, and as soon as he closed the door the police car drove away. [What's his deal? No, we know, he's a police officer, numbnut. Oh yeah, I forgot about that.] "Shut up, you guys." Pounce muttered under his breath. He walked up to the door and knocked on it repeatedly. "Hello, hello? Can someone open the door?"

[Assistant] The housekeeper sighed. She opened the door without looking. "Gym follow me." she headed back to the gym.

[User]
@Puffhead

Sarah nodded. "That could be why, I'm still amazed that I can do this. Have only been able to do it with metal knives before" She looked at for a little bit longer, before looking at Torak and holding the dagger back out "Want it back?"

Sam nodded "Yeah, lucky." She looked at Sarah who was playing around with that blood dagger, cringing a little.

[Assistant] "That would be for the best." He takes it back. "You probable don't want it to turn back into blood while you are messing with it."

[User]
Since everyone else seemed to have been distracted from any further demonstrations for the moment after one of them had created the dagger from their own blood, Kyo decided that he might as well see how well he could do that day.

Waiting for the housekeeper to return, he raised his hand and stood up when she got back, asking silently to go next.

[Assistant] "Go ahead Kyo. Carefully show the others what you can do." The housekeeper told him when she returned.

[User]
The dark-eyed boy nodded, placing down his tablet and rising from his seat to stand in the center of the room. Running a few ideas in his mind, he soon settled on something he could work with and placed his hands on his temples while he focused. Slowly, the light in the room began to dim, not to where it was pitch black, but to the point where reading would not be advisable, at least. Once the room had darkened enough, he brought his hands down and held one out, creating a crackling sound and the image of a sparkler in his grasp. Once it was complete, he wrote his name in the air using the projected sparkler and kept the light trail visible so the word would be readable for a good few seconds. Kyo.

Soon, he let the light trail fade out and scattered the sparkler lights around him in a clatter of chimes to disappear. Feeling like he was swiftly approaching his safety limit after that display, he let the lights fade back in and took a deep breath before sitting back down. He might have been able to do more on another day, but definitely not that day. His earlier difficulties had him a little less capable of doing much more safely, and he was already tired.

[Assistant] nane looked at the door she knew this was the place but she thought that they wouldn't take her because it looked like she was to late but she would try. Walking up to the door face down she saw a puddle and looked at her self in it she saw her brown hair and blue eyes and smiled.she kept walking to the door and knocked

[User]
Saphira Valentino

Saphira looked up at the building and felt nervous. She sighed and shifted into a cat, feeling more comfortable if she went inside as an animal.

[Assistant] Selen made her duplicate knock on the door. She knew it was late but hoped they would still have her.

[User]
Brigit-Rose

[A Day Before]

*crackle* ~bzzt~ "Any officers on standby?" ~bzzt~ [static]

The radio in the car came alive with a beautiful voice of a woman. Gaston who was lounging in his seat quickly grabbed the reciever ahead of Saunders and spoke in.

~bzzt~ "This is Gaston and Saunders at the 55th avenue. Go on control!"

The radio was silent for a moment before the voice spoke again.

~bzzt~ "There's a 10-27 on the 42nd and Jack. All officers are requested to go on the double. Backup has been dispatched and will be joining you on the scene in 10." ~bzzt~

"What the... this early in the day." Gaston said to no one in partcular and Saunders fired up the car and began moving. The crime scene was just a block away from them, so they maybe the first reponse unit on the scene.

~bzzt~ "Anything we should know, control?" ~bzzt~ Gaston asked into the speaker.

~bzzt~ "The suspect is a teenaged red-head girl. It seems to be a case of powers out of control. Approach with caution. It has been rated a Red Alpha!, I repeat, A Red Alpha!, Approach with caution." ~bzzt~

"Damn...always like this. It seems we'll be needing you all the more today, Andy." Gaston smiled at his friend and colleague whose expression had darkened upon hearing the details. Andrew Saunders, grew up an orphan. Not an ordinary one though, no. He had a power, extreme resilience to physical damage and because of this life on the streets had been a literal hell before the Benefactor showed up one day. He made him another man and for that he was thankful.

Six years in the orphanage and he was a changed man, he then enrolled in the police to change the views of the regular folk. To make them understand that though people like him were born differently, they weren't different. That they would like to be treated as fellow humans and not as freakshows. He had atleast managed to pull Gaston to that view. He felt lucky that the girl in question would be having his team as first response because he couldn't guarantee her life had it been others.

As they reached the scene, he saw a bloodbath. Center of it sat the suspect. 8 bodies littered around her, seemingly ripped apart or blown by cannons. The girl just sat with her head down, her beautiful red hair covered with dried blood while clothes and body were drenched in it. The tatters she was wearing were signal of her early life, probably an street urchin like him.

"Please! we are here to help. Do not respond with hostility. We are here to protect you." Gaston said in a speaker as Saunders approached her. As he reached her and placed a hand on her shoulder, she looked up. Eyes drenched with tears and snot formed in her nostrils. She was shaking wildly and it seemed that she had lost her speech from shock.

"Are you hurt somewhere, kiddo?" Saunders asked politely as he crouched next to her. She gently shook her head to deny it.

"Come let's get you outta here." he said as he helped the girl up and gently supported her while they walked back to the car. Gaston looked with pitiful eyes at the poor girl and back at his friend and just shook his head. Back at the police station she was changed into a better set of clothes and kept in a guarded room as the investigators got about their work.

The eight dead were all members of an expansive beggar's network and called the shots. Each had a history of misconduct and a few cases of human trafficking pending against them. So it was not like they were saints but their deaths had caused an uproar and staunch supporters of muzzle groups were active again.

Saunders and Gaston sat across Chief Henry Charlton and discussed the proceedings of this case.

"I suggest I call in a favor and get her enrolled in my orphanage, I am sure she can taught to be a decent human being." Saunders said.

"You know the gravity of the situation, right?" Charlton said. "Who says, she'll be sae there? They'll be out for her blood."

"I can ensure you that won't be the case. This isn't the first time and probably won't be the last." Saunders said defnsively.

"You know what Super-power watch rated her, right? A goddamned Red Alpha! and she's not even a major yet. Whose to say that we don't have a supervillain on our hands." Charlton refuted.

"So, you'll just punish a child for a crime done to her. I know, chief, that you think you make perfect sense. But look it from my view, she didn't oppose arrest, didn't turn hostile. Heck, I think she didn't even register us. In the last 8 hours she hasn't spoken nor eaten anything and yet seems perfectly fine. She cooperated with the lady officers to allow them to wash her. She has just remained cooped in a corner of her room and crying half the time. You still think she is that evil." Saunders said.

"I see your point, son but I can't just let her waltz out of here after commiting 8 homicides. In broad daylight, in my town."

"I am not saying you let her go free, just keep her under observation at the orphanage. If she can't be corrected, we'll throw her in Iron Hell. I am fine with that. But, I want her to have a chance just like me."

"Okay!, call the benefactor. Tell him that he may have a devil under his nose soon."

"Thank you, chief!" Saunders got up and left the room. Gaston just gave Charlton the look and left behind his friend.

--

Today

Brigit sat in the back of the police car, staring blankly at the passing scenery. The mood was very tense, both Saunders and Gaston didn't talk much. Their usual banter subdued.

"So what's your name, young lady." Gaston asked, ever the cheerful.

Brigit just looked at him with an empty stare. The small smile on his face died down and he turned serious again. Looking over to Saunders, all he saw was a disappointed nod. The investigators had done a good job last night. They certainly had her name, it was no surprise that she was an orphan. The men and women she managed to off were critical members of the underground trafficking nexus, surely they'll be following her.

But, the fact remained that her powers still remained highly unknown. No one had seen her in action, the few bystanders iterate that the scene turned bloody in mere seconds. Reports suggested extreme blunt force trauma so the police was quite perplexed to accurately identify her threat. Though, Saunders had convinced the chief there were still quite a few who disliked this development.

Saunders pulled the car into the driveway of a huge mansion. The sheer size of the estate was awe-inspiring. Gaston's jaw literally hit the floor as he took in the view.

"This was my home once." Saunders stated it in a matter-of-fact tone, a smirk pasted on his face.

"Dayum!" was Gaston could say before Saunders turned and said to Brigit.

"Okay, young lady. On my personal request the Chief has allowed you a second chance. Please be safe." he got out as he said that and opened the door for her. She slowly got out, red tassles falling and hiding her face. There were a few more at the door.

All young like her. Saunders ever the charming gentleman escorted Brigit up the stairs and knocked on the door. Turning towards the others and give a slight smile and a greeting.

"Hello!, young ladies. Hope you have a good stay here." Brigit meanwhile, stood blankly next to him, her face like glass, expressionless.

[Assistant]
@IrishAngelQueen
The housekeeper counted to ten. And then she did it again. It was going toeoe of those days. She walkedbak to the door. She didn't even look out. "Follow me." Once again she hadrd to the gym.

[User] Saphira followed, red tail flicking with nervousness. They were led to what appeared to be a gym. She had only seen a few, having been sent to private schools, when her people had found out she could shift back and forth. She was eternally grateful to the McClains', and loved them as her own. Shifting into a red and white Irish Setter out of tiredness-she had maintained this form the entire way to the orphanage, as her keepers had instructed her, she looked around. It was big.


[System]
Age: 18

Race: Goblin (though he claims to be a gnome with a bad skin condition)

Class: Wizard

Level: 2

Background: Charlatan

Personality: Pompous, theatrical, attention-seeking, jittery, proud, possibly delusional, doesn't know when to shut up.

Backstory: sent to GM

Other: Has a fey familiar called Eighteyes who takes the form of a spider. She's loyal to Jub while also being 100% done with his nonsense.

Stat Generation: Point Buy

[User]
Aurora

The goblin's comment had left her more curious than before. Was it someone she knew? It was certainly possible. However she was not sure who she knew that also knew the others here in the line, and the bugbear that seemed rather displeased with the carnival's presence.

"I'll take an extra two adult tickets as well." Rory took out sixteen silver to pay for the extra tickets. Before she could set the silver down the bugbear had walked over to the booth and started loudly addressing the goblin ticket taker. She quietly waited for the two to finish hoping that there won't be too much of a scene cause by the disgruntled person.

Once the transaction was done, she stepped forward and set the silver on the the counter. Upon receiving the extra tickets, Aurora put all three in her coin pouch and stepped to the side to wait for Gabriel, and put the purple wings on for the time being.

[Assistant]
Brutrumukk

Brutrumukk listened to the ticket goblin speak and, all in all, liked what he heard. He especially liked that this would be the last night the carnival would be here. It came as quite the relief to the bugbear that the peace and quiet he so loved about the field and the Snoring Stone would be back the way it was by tomorrow. When the ticket goblin finished speaking, Brutrumukk gave a sharp nod and grunted his approval. "Y'know what? You lot ain't so bad." Brutrumukk said as he accepted his ticket and wings. "So who was it what paid fer our tickets anyway? An' what are these wings fer as well?"

[User]
Jub scurried after the bugbear, still looking very nervous. This nervousness turned into outright panic when Brutrumukk addressed the ticket goblin, and in a voice that anyone within earshot was likely to hear, referred to Jub as 'that other goblin'.

With a burst of anxious - bordering on hysterical - laughter, Jub patted the bugbear on the leg. "Hah... poor fellow doesn't know what he's talking about," he said. "Other goblin? Really now!"  Even as he was speaking, he was attempting to pull his hood further over his head.

[Assistant]
G A B R I E L

Krog

"Yes well, I'll just take the ticket." Gabriel leaned on the ticket booth counter to take his ticket stub, offering the open palm of his hand. Once the ticket goblin hands it to him, Gabriel steps to the side next to Aurora with a smile "So, what's the plan?"

[User]
Aurora

"I was think of going to the Hall of Illusions first. After that maybe the Mystery Mine or the Snail Races." She started to walk in the direction of the Hall of Illusions keeping a reasonable pace.

"Though should probably make time for dinner before to long."

[Assistant]
"--Lost Property? Gosh, it couldn't be that simple..."

She lifts her head, realizing that everyone was beginning to wander away. That wasn't what 'parties' did in the stories she'd heard. Nay, they were supposed to stick together through the thick and the thin- and from what she heard it really was mostly thin- and face unseen perils and form a tight knit bond of comradery that would face the test of time and the gods themselves. The Flaming Fist were extremely clear about this sort of thing in their complaints in the taverns, and the Adventurers she'd met in passing were just plum full of those sorts of stories themselves!

...In short, she already felt quite doomed.

She took a deep breath and drummed her fingers on her thighs, thinking... Until the words flowing around her managed to penetrate through the mental barrier of general mathematics she had to constantly balance to breathe properly and remember how to chew food.

"--Wait, last night? LAST NIGHT?" She groaned. "Of course it's the last night! Oh, drama!"

She let out a sigh that resonated from deep within her endless pools of angst, born from her dark teenaged years, and hastily trudged off. Walking with Purpose, as it were, as she pursued the Lost Property area with haste.

[User]
Welcome to the Witchlight Carnival!

The Ticket Booth

The old goblin gave a smile in response to Brutrumukk's words. He answered his first question with a shake of his head, "My apologies, but your benefactor is anonymous," He then answers his next question with a smile, "The wings are to show the other carnival hands that you are a paying customer, so you can enjoy the carnival to your heart's content,"

Once everyone spoke their plans, he bids them, "We hope you have a delightful time!"

The First Hour Event!

As the party enters the carnival, everyone notices that the mood is bright and everyone seems to be having a good time. The calliope is piping merrily to reflect the good mood that permeates the carnival.

They see a twelve-foot-tall walking tree garlanded in golden ribbons march down the thoroughfare. Emerald clouds swirl above the tree and rain down golden, spinning sycamore seeds. Fairgoers around the party try to catch the seeds before they hit the ground. As the seeds gently fall, a chatty squirrel scampers along the boughs of the tree, handing dandelions to select passersby.

The walking tree calls out to everyone, "Welcome to the Witchlight Carnival! Catch the seeds before they hit the ground, and you'll receive a wondrous token of our gratitude!"

The squirrel scampers to each member of the party and speaks(!), "Blow the seeds into the air, and make a wish! Go on, go on!"

If you want to catch the seeds, make a DC 10 Dexterity check. If you catch the seed, roll a d8 and I'll PM what the gift is to you.

If you blow the seeds and make a wish, make sure to DM the wish to me. ^_^

The Calliope

As some of the party members make their way to their intended destinations, they pass by the Calliope. There, they hear a merry tune spilling forth from the instrument on the back of a brightly painted wagon. A monkey wearing a cloak covered with buttons turns a handle at the wagon's rear, sending music into the air from rows of golden whistles. As you watch, a goblin dressed as a ladybug toddles up to you, rattling a tin cup.

Upon the goblin's approach, the monkey notices you and he recites a rhyme...

"Spare a button if you please,

I'll sew it next to all of these.

I offer nothing in its place,

Besides a smile upon my face."

Should anyone give a button, the monkey smiles happily at you.

Lost Property

Zavakri easily finds the wagon and there she spies upon an odd sight.

Outside the lost property wagon is a large feline creature with midnight-blue fur. It has a pair of tentacles extending from its shoulders and wears fake butterfly wings. Hanging from its collar is a small wooden keg. The creature roughhouses with two young boys. One boy squeals, "Again, Dirla, again!" while the other hangs onto the creature's neck.

The creature, Dirla, lets out a rumble of a chuckle, and a female voice speaking in Elvish comes from the creature as she responds,

"Now, now. I think that is enough,"

She notices a new presence, and her tentacles raise up as she looks to Zavakri.

The Feasting Orchard

Brutrumukk easily follows the fragrant smells to the Feasting Orchard. Music and mirth radiate from this park. The heady scents of flowers, mead, and berry pie waft through the air. Stilt-walkers pluck fruit from trees; musicians drum, pipe, and strum; and everywhere there is singing, dancing, and an inordinate amount of custard.

There are also smaller stands about in this park that sell other snacks and beverages for the customers' consumption.

An announcer within this park calls out to the fairgoers who came here, "Gooood Evening, Ladies and Gents! The first of tonight's Faerie Cake Eating Contest will be starting very soon! If you wish to particpate, please seat yourself at the center table and I will explain the rules!"

The Hall of Illusions

As Aurora and Gabriel approach, they see this large tent is painted with a mural of shifting images that show grinning faeries diving into pools of color. The helical stripes of the tent's pointed canopies rotate in spirals, and the whole display seems designed to befuddle onlookers. A clown dressed in muted garb stands at the tent's entrance, blinking at you.

They also see, close to the tent, another sight: A wooden mannequin of a grinning, raven-haired young woman in witch's attire and a green flowing cape hovers inside a glass cabinet. At the top of the cabinet, a sign reads "Tasha the Wizard—Known for Her Hideous Laughter."

A halfling couple holds hands as they approach the glass cabinet. One of the halflings is wearing butterfly face paint. As he drops to one knee and pulls a small box from his pocket, his sweetheart bursts into laughter and begins rolling on the ground. The halfling in face paint begins sobbing and darts into the nearby tent without getting his ticket punched.

The mime seems to gasp silently, and looks at the couple, with a sad look on his face.

[Assistant]
Brutrumukk

Accepting the ticket goblin's explanations, Brutrumukk donned his orange butterfly wings and made his way into the carnival. As he did so, he caught the scent of something delicious in the air. Before he could make for the scent though, Brutrumukk's eyes widened as he beheld a treant walking among the fairgoers and challenging those around it to catch the sycamore seeds falling from it. Accepting the challenge, Brutrumukk's hand shot forth like a javelin and seized one of the seeds. The bugbear then looked on in wonderment as the seed turned into a gold piece. Brutrumukk didn't have long to wonder though. For soon enough, a squirrel landed on his shoulder, handed him a dandelion, and told him to blow on it and make a wish. Brutrumukk shrugged his unburdened shoulder before blowing the seeds into the air as instructed, wishing for his time at the carnival to be good enough to make up for all the bother it had caused him as he blew.

Having cleared the entrance, Brutrumukk moved onto the next leg of his journey: The Calliope. The bugbear paused a while to listen to the music played by this unfamiliar instrument. As he did so, a goblin approached him rattling a tin cup and a monkey poetically requested a button. Seeing as he never did up the top most button of his shirt anyway, Brutrumukk plucked it from his shirt and gave it to the goblin. When the monkey smiled, the bugbear found himself smiling back as he continued on. "Maybe I misjudged this place." Brutrumukk said between sniffs as he followed the scent of food. "Sure, it's noisy. But once you get past that, it actually ain't 'alf bad. Yeah, it ain't 'alf bad at all!"

Brutrumukk arrived at the Feasting Orchard just in time to hear the announcement of an eating contest. "An... eatin' contest?" Brutrumukk repeated to himself. "Oh. Nine. 'Ells. Yes!" Brutrumukk loved food. Especially when it came in large quantities. So needless to say, he seated himself firmly at the center table, rubbing his hands eagerly as he did.

[User]
Upon looking at the map, Miizel saw that there were more attractions and possibly food choices than punches. He decided to follow suit and purchase 2 more tickets, handing in 2 gold. Once he received his change he decided to wander in for a bit before choosing a specific destination.

He was taken aback upon seeing the lumbering treant. The gnome stood, mouth agape and gigantic being. How had he not seen such a thing from outside? Before he could mull it over, his attention was brought to the sudden event. Thinking that there was nothing to lose, he jumped up and reached for a seed. Opening his hand he was pleased to find that he had managed to catch one.

He approached the tree to receive his gift and when he accepted a little squirrel climbed down from the giant branches and spoke to him. Offering Miizel a wish. There were so many things happening already and it was overwhelming the gnome. "Oh dear, it's been a while since I've experienced this much hustle and bustle. I think I might, no thank you." He said dismissing the squirrel. "I think I might go somewhere more relaxing in the mean time."

He looked at the map and decided that the Gondola Swans were a good place to unwind. Along the way he passed by a monkey on a wagon who recited a rhyme asking for buttons. Miizel fished in his bag and tossed one out giving the smiling monkey a small nod before heading to his destination.

[Assistant]
Hearing the treant say something about 'tokens of gratitude', Jub wasted no time trying to catch one of the fallen seeds. He leapt into the air to grab the closest one, and once he landed back on the ground, opened his hands to find he had indeed caught it...

... only for it to suddenly open and let out several colourful sparks, like a tiny firework. Jub let out a startled sound, nearly dropping the seed, before suddenly bursting into giddy laughter. "Did everyone see that?" he said, turning to look at his companions. However, upon inspecting his immediate surroundings, he noted that none of them were anywhere near him. In fact, they all seemed to be splitting off into their own groups and going in separate directions. "H-hey, wait for me!" he shouted, and immediately began running after the first person he saw - which just so happened to be the bugbear.