[System]
"Please allow me to strike you down."

 ✠ G R A D O N G I L T W I T H ✠

Height: 170 cm ⛨ Weight: 77 kg ⛨ Age: 19 Years
A G E

19 Years

A P P E A R A N C E

— "Isn't it wonderful the Empire allows customized uniforms!"

Gradon takes pride in his standard outfit, which he feels is the most effective in both combat and leisure. Of course, there are times when the sun beats down and it does get stuffy wearing that coat everywhere. When that happens, he just tries to smile and sweat it out. It's had mixed results so far.

S U M M A R Y

— "What's a….Kirito?"

Gradon's history is nothing too spectacular. Simply put, he wanted to be a hunter who slayed monsters and protect people. Though he tended to lean more towards traditional knight mannerisms and customs, it did not deter his want to help people and thus began this career as a student of Cadenza Imperial Military Academy.

Beforehand, his family told him constantly that one must hone their body at all costs to become a strong warrior of the Empire. Gradon took this literally, eager to train his fighting skills day and night to the point where he could be considered a prodigy in the field of combat. Unfortunately, this has made his social skills suffer tremendously to the point where the simplest of things can stump Gradon if it's not connected to fighting in some way. Like trying to open a door.

Because of his appearance and efficiency in fighting, he's been given the nickname of "Not-Kirito". It's a shame he doesn't really know what that means nor does he fully understand the reference all too well, but he's more than happy to learn. As an eager student, he's always tried to be open-minded of many things and become an overall nice guy. Often however this kindness dips into nativity and just lack of common sense. But such is the life of a student.

V E S S E L

— "This is the Legacy of the Empire."

Gradon's Vessel is named Round Table, taking the shape of a dark purple bracelet located on his right wrist. The bracelet itself is intricately designed to look like a snake consuming its own tail; the universal sign of Ouroboros. When in its active state, Round Table takes the form of a single-edged greatsword.

A B I L I T I E S

— "Thank you for allowing me to attack."

⛨ Rebuttal:  By successfully parrying or blocking an oncoming attack, Round Table can then inflict the same amount of damage or force right back at the enemy almost instantly. However, this ability can only work when defending against physical close-combat attacks, such as sword strikes. If one were to carelessly slash at a defensive Gradon, a cut of similar proportion would immediately present itself on the enemy. Unfortunately, this unique power reverts Gradon's fighting style to retain more defensive capabilities than offensive ones, forcing him to rely solely on counterattacks to fully utilize it.

E Q U I P M E N T

— "Better safe than sorry."

Aside from Round Table, Gradon likes to always carry around his coat. He was warned from an early age about the disasters a proper cold could bring about to the human body and that doctrine has stuck with for all nineteen years of his life. Unless he's forced to wash the thing, it's not likely he'll give the coat up.

✠ T H E M E ✠

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TZI TI'AMTUM

Imagine, for a second, that your name is Tzi Ti'amtum. Imagine, for a second, that you are a reasonably well-dispositioned, rarely flappable young man who usually takes most situations in stride. Imagine, for a second, that on what had first appeared to be a rather routine (had it not been for the presence of royalty) mission, things escalated to the point where you had come face to face with a dragon.

Now imagine what you, as the known foodie Tzi Ti'amtum, would do upon seeing such a vast and awe-inspiring creature.

A casual joke about eating it, right?

Unfortunately, you're off the mark there.

Completely and utterly off the mark.

Tzi Ti'amtum's face was blank, mouth agape at the sudden revelation of the girl's status as a great dragon. No life seemed to emanate from his large form. He stood ramrod still, like a boulder that had stayed in position and done nothing for over a millennia. His visible eye was focused entirely upon the dragon. He didn't say a single word. He only stared. Frozen by the rather awe-inspiring sight.

Even when Diana returned to her human form, he still stood there, frozen.

A two metre statue of flesh rather than a human.

Not every day a fisher boy saw a dragon, after all.

It looked like somebody needed to give him a poke.

[Assistant]
Originally, Morgan had planned to take this time to rebuild his supply of cartridges, and ask someone about the conversation later. However, after hearing a few terms from the dragon-girl, namely, training, hidden powers, and incomplete, he decided knowing now was better than later, at least when it came to topics like this. Checking the group with Arcanus, among the Cadets he had joined up with, one of them, a well-built young man he had seen earlier in the fight against the arcane creature, seemed to be frozen.

I guess should be normal when meeting an almighty existence from ancient mythology.

Grabbing one of his spare bullets, he tossed it, hitting the young man's head, and called over.

"Hey! What're we talking about?"

As he finished the sentence, his thoughts started running their standard calculations after meeting someone new. Namely, whether they would think he was a boy or a girl. The current statistics on that was 30-70, with most of the few people he talked to guessing wrong. Not that he ever shared the results.

[User]
Zarin Malthain
Location: Ruins

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Zarin was still in a state of shock and awe even after Diana transformed back into her human form, which is why he didn't realize he still had his arm outstretched towards Egwene. His trance was broken when he felt her grab his hand and ask what his intentions were, implying them to be less than wholesome. "What? N-no I was just-WHOA!" As Zarin stammered to defend his actions, he suddenly found himself swept off his feet and dropped on his back.

Growling like an angry dog, Zarin hopped back to his feet before stepping in front of Egwene and speaking through gritted teeth, "Hey you dumb bitch! I was just trying to keep you from wandering off and looking like an idiot!" Zarin so badly wanted to throw her to the ground then and there, but remembering they were in the middle of a mission and in the presence of a dragon, he decided now wasn't the time to get into a fight. Taking a deep breath and a step back, Zarin calmed himself down before giving Egwene a warning, "I'm gonna let this one slide. But the next time you try something like that, I won't restrain myself."

Brushing himself off and turning away from the cadet, Zarin rejoined the main conversation. "Special training from a dragon? Hell yeah I'm in!"

[Assistant]
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"Hmm... is that so?" Diana said, narrowing her eyes toward Chen for a moment. Seeing through his act wasn't that hard at for her, yet she didn't have any reason to care for anyone's suspicions regarding her. Hopefully, this business would be solved quite soon, or... at least she had company for a long time.

"By the way, I hope that you guys are looking forward to dinner. It's going to be to die for, hehe!" Diana laughed heartily at the expense of the Cadets as she walked back inside the temple, ready to begin their long, arduous training.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks to months, or so the time spent with Diana would seem to the Cadets, lodged in such a place bereft of civilization. The wildlife slowly began to acclimate to Diana's present within their space, making the Cadet's living far easier, with food and drink becoming plentiful. The temple counted with ample lodgings as well as a pair of huge indoors baths that must have been purification pools of some sort in the days of old. Hot water was easy provided. Aside from the isolation —which Ires seemed to enjoy quite a lot— and Diana getting "a little too friendly" sometimes, there would be no problems at living with the dragon.

The training, however, was another whole ball game. Diana's teaching may have been cryptic and hard to follow but they would allow the Cadets —except Viola and Ires, for some reason— to tap into the powers hidden within them. Magic of the likes that no one in ages was able to use: the power of the Song Knights.

Through the chanting of an Elemental Aria unique to each of their own, the Cadets —now full-fledged Beginner Song Knights— would not only be able to improve their Vessels current powers with true Elemental Magic but also form a contract with a being from the Spirit Realm that lays beyond this reality. Phoenixes, undines, gnomes, wraiths and even (lesser) dragons, each a unique individual could answer their prayers and form a lifelong bond with the Song Knights, granting them incredible powers and abilities that no one else in the world possessed.

One day, after the harshest depths of winter had long since gone past Orello, Diana called the Song Knights to the same ruins they met at first.

"All of you have grown quite a lot in the past few weeks. I guess that there's nothing else that I can teach you. Also, 'that person' is taking way too long, I'll have to go look for them and see if they got lost inside of another paper bag... Hehehe!" Diana joked while leaning against the old church. She made a solemn pause, taking the time to gaze at the improvised cemetery in which she personally buried all of the unknown soldiers from months ago before continuing, in a grave tone, "Times are changed. I have no doubts that our meeting wasn't a coincidence, but Fate itself at work. You guys are probably going to face a lot of hardships before you, I don't know what, or why, but you must weather the storm, that's all I have to say."

"I—" Diana scratched the back of her head nervously while a faint rosy blush painted her cheeks, "I'm not that good with partings. To say the truth, I feel like we are gonna see each other again. And... when that happens I swear that I'll let you all punch me for this, but..." Diana reach into her pocket and drew more than half a dozen music sheets, inscribed with strange scrawled characters that were painful just to watch. One could only imagine how awful such a song would be if played, almost as if it was a curse. "To prove that you are worthy of the power I bestowed upon you... consider this your graduation ceremony," Diana said, changing back into her true form for the first time in months —revealing that she could do it without removing her armor— before taking flight, with a tremendous wing beat.

"See ya, kiddos. Someday, sometime..." The massive dragon said before flying away. On her way out, she threw the pages at them. The ungodly screams that followed were cue enough to herald the summoning of 8 of the same monster that almost killed all of them a few months ago. Now it was time to put Diana's teachings to test and see how powerful Song Knights truly are.

Talk about being bad with partings...

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Gradon blinked, not sure why everyone else was looking away from Diana's form. Surely she was only changing to better give room for her draconic form, yes? That seemed like the case as a golden lizard was finally manifested before them. And while it was well good and all, Gradon couldn't help but cough into his hand for Diana's attention, hoping to distract her from showing off more to his fellow cadets.
"Excuse me, Diana? We, um, still have a mission to discuss."

Perhaps he wasn't all that impressed, but truth be told, he just wanted to make sure everyone remembered the reason they were even here. Thankfully, Diana seemed to catch on and turned back into her human state. A few words were shared with Gradon nodding happily. Who knew a dragon could be so reasonable? "Good, good. We can report back to the Empire first thing in the morning-huh?"

Special training? No, no, they needed to report to the Empire right away! They didn't have time for a training montage! And yet, that didn't seem to be the popular opinion of anyone else. "Um, guys? Hey hold on, maybe we should….er, I guess we can…um…" But it would seem the decision had already been made, and Ires didn't seem to be helping. Well, so long as it wasn't too long, he supposed they could make a short detour. Without anything else to say, he waited for Diana to go ahead and begin their newfound training.

That was a month ago. Much, much longer than Gradon was expecting or would have liked. Granted, it had been well worth it he supposed. They had each acquired newfound powers, both of their Vessels and of their true Elemental Magic; as well as summoned beasts that had bonded to them. Gradon wasn't too enthusiastic about his own; the same snake he had seen before with that same dopey look on its expression. Could snakes even express emotion? This question had kept him up many a night.

The day Diana departed for the great beyond, she had left behind a gift in the form of music sheets. Also, monsters, now known to be called Dissonances. "We should take care of these quickly. Who knows how much of a lecture we're going to get for stalling this long," he said to the others with a sigh, waiting for Ires to give further orders. Little did he know of the extra pair of eyes observing their actions. A pair of human eyes.


[System]
Daphne Saintmarie

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Character Summary
Aliases:None so far

Gender:Female
Age:26

Race/Ethnicty:French/English
Place of Origin:Delphian Empire (Formerly Detroit)

Occupation:Nures; Counselor; Advisor

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Character Attributes
Height:5'6
Weight:120

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:None
Day To Day Attire: Daphne performs many of her official duties in light armor. When dealing strictly with the sick and injured, she will wear other casual clothing.

Strengths:

* Healing/Physiology: Daphne has combined medical training with her magic to better serve those in need.
* Empathy: She has the natural inclination to place herself in others' shoes before making decisions or giving guidance.
* Psychology: On the job experience and an interest in the writings of philosophers has given her insight into human behavior.

Weaknesses:

* Combat: Daphne's sword is just as ornamental as it is functional. She can protect herself but needs more training.
* Strength/Athleticism: She can move when she has to, but she isn't very good at it.
* Perfectionist: Daphne is her own worst enemy and is extremely self-deprecating.

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Magic
Spells: Daphne's magical abilities are effective in managing wounds and sicknesses.

* Healing Touch:  Her magic is much more effective in close quarters.
* Hail Mary: Daphne can cast from a distance, but with much greater chances of being interrupted and with less predictable results.
* Minor Wards: Sometimes prevention is the best medicine; she can cast protective spells on herself and allies.

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Possessions
Items Of Note:

* Weapon: Daphne carries a beautifully crafted longsword which, in her hands, seems to have adopted certain magical properties.
* Journal: For research, notes, and her general thoughts about life.
* Precious Trinket: She wears a piece of jade on a necklace, given to her as a little girl by her brother. He stole it, of course. It's the only thing she has to remind her that he really existed.

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History
Daphne and her older brother were born into a world of poverty and instability. The Delphian culture is unforgiving even (perhaps especially) to little girls, and when she was just a few years old their parents were killed as bystanders during a riot in their district. Such is life in the Delphian Empire.

By luck or grace, Daphne was not swallowed alive by the streets as so many other orphaned children were. Instead she was adopted by the local church, and this was her home until she was 20 years old. In her teenage years she began displaying a talent for healing magic. It was kept hidden by the clergy and she wielded it in secret to heal the sick and wounded poor. Daphne never knew what had become of her brother, though she thought of him every day.

But word travels, and the Empire serves itself first. A patrol arrived to take her away for their own use at the threat of burning the church to the ground for anything less than total cooperation. She was taken to a military compound in service of the Empire, and was placed in the tutelage of their physician to help get their fallen soldiers back into the fight. For the next few years, her raw magical ability was complimented by lessons from medical literature and practicing non-magical medicine under the guidance of the Empires physicians who rotated in and out of the compound.

The political nature of Delphian culture being what is it, Daphne found herself in the good graces of the detachment commander due to a series of conversations concerning the state of the Empire. Impressed with her candor and humility, and not just a little with her magical capabilities, he placed her in a position over his physicians to manage the entire medical operation from a seat in his headquarters. After all, what commander would miss the opportunity to have his very own cleric as part of his entourage? It would surely increase his status ten-fold. He had arms and armor made for her to be part of his protective service detail.

Though her primary mission remained the detachment medical ward, over the next few years the commander also began relying on her counsel in political matters. He found that she tempered his impulsive tendencies. He could express his fears and doubts about the Empire and its many campaigns to her in private, without fear of appearing weak to the rest of his detachment.

The change of command marked the beginning of a downward spiral for the detachment. The new commander was as ruthless as he was narcissistic, and he arrived with his own cabinet of yes-men. For Daphne's part, he would have had her working in the stables were it not for her magical talents. He distrusted her and subjected her to the command of his own 'clerics'. When word spread of summons from the King of Dall, she made the decision to abandon the dissenting detachment. She had been forced into serving the Delphian Empire. It was time to answer a higher calling.

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Daniel Corolov

The city was engulfed in flames.

Daniel sat with bent knee in the middle of the courtyard, head bowed while the snow drifted around him. He could feel the biting cold and snow lashing his frail body with stinging pains, and yet he could smell the smoke. He dared not look up as the screams and sounds of battle rose up around him every piercing his ears. The flames licked the courtyard, guards rapidly succumbing to each and every blast of hell fire coming from some enemy just beyond the entrance. Daniel forced himself upward, ready to help in any way he could.

And then there was nothing. Daniel stumbled backwards as his tormented mind shifted and warped the reality around him. Tripping over a stone he fell onto the ground, steadying himself with a hand. Looking around he remembered the current timeline. Something about a quest to some ruins or something. Clutching his pendant Daniel stuttered to his feet, lost in his own mind. He tried and failed to focus on the group, and was soon enough lost in his own thoughts again. Quietly stood there in the courtyard, staring into the distance as the resonant tick of his time piece set a never ending march forward into the unknown.

[Assistant]
Blackwall

Waving curtly at Ava as she was dragged off, the beastly man called Blackwall reached into his jacket pocket for a thick cigar. After a productive snort, he bit a small amount of wrapping from the end, spat on the ground, struck a match, and began puffing idly on his vice. Within a few short moments, he was grinning as the smoke flooded his lungs, then began flowing from his nostrils and the corners of his mouth.

After being requested (demanded, more like) to assemble with some of the other oddballs, Blackwall had figured that there might be something interesting happening to occupy his mind for a few hours. However, it seemed that someone had dropped the ball somewhere, and he immediately felt the urge to voice his displeasure. But that would mean potentially losing out on a payoff, and he wasn't quite secure in his savings at present.

"Hey. When your people get their shit together, let me know." He rumbled at the nearest guardsman - jabbing the smaller man in the center of the chest with his thick, calloused finger. The guard stumbled back a bit at the unexpected strength behind the poke.

It was only through sheer force of will that Blackwall avoided slapping the man across the face for a laugh. He was not an adherent to the adage "Don't kill the messenger" on the best of days, and this inconvenience had him wanting to blow off some steam.

Biting the end of his cigar and savoring the flavor and warmth as he turned and walked away, he wondered whether or not he could get away with a scuffle under such interest from the powers that be.

Maybe I'll go do a job real quick. Or maybe I'll snag a drink." He thought, making his way towards the nearest bar.

[User]
It had been many years since Daphne had been inside a real tavern. There had been a few inconspicuous spots that her entourage visited occasionally to discuss matter of import, but nothing as lively as the one in Praetor City. She was very nervous entering the establishment, though she could not deny the accompanying feeling of excitement. She suspected that this was what it felt like to truly be on her own in her journey.

However she could not completely ignore her instinct to play it safe, and while she drew her hood back Daphne was careful to otherwise remain as concealed as possible under her cloak. There were many other patrons scattered around the tables in the place, some enjoying enthusiastic conversations and some simply lurking in the darker corners.

After allowing herself several moments to take it all in, Daphne reminded herself that she was there for a reason. With no real idea of where to begin, her first thought was the barkeep. She found him behind the counter cleaning a mug with a rag and keeping a vigilant eye on the activities in the tavern. There was one other guest at the counter, a woman who seemed to have had her fill of whatever she had been drinking, sitting on one of the stools with her face firmly planted on the countertop.

Daphne stifled a grin at the sight of it and made her way to a seat several places down from the woman. The bar seemed to be the safest place to be at the moment, even though she did not herself imbibe. Having that conversation had become second nature over the many years of politely refusing to drink with the soldiers in the Empire, whose intentions could not have been any more painfully obvious. She hoped that the barkeep could offer more in the way of giving directions than in serving her a mug.


[System]
Nickname:

V.V

Age:

17

Gender:

Female

Race:

Human

Weapon:

Partizan

HK417 Video

The weapon is Double Partizan Battle Rifle and referred to as DOPABRI. The weapon has three transformations. The first is Double Partzsan Mode (or Combined Mode) in which the rifle is inside the pole of the Partizan. Second is the Twin mode when the Partisan breaks in and can be dual wielded by her. Third is the Battle Rifle (HK417) mode one side of the Partizan retracts to form the stock for the Battle Rifle while other side of the Partizan sticks out of the rifle. (Like a bayonet.). The battle rifle has a holographic sight with magnifier for close and mid range shooting.

Specialty:

Vega main fighting role in VGNB is a close-quarters berserker by using her high attack output and agility. She utilizes her Partisan in combined mode or dual wielded mode to cut swaths through enemies. In conjunction with Crescere miei Viticci tendril melee capabilities, she can go ballistic on large groups of enemies similar to Gratia. Yet out of all her team members, she has the weakest defense out of all. She needs to take advantage of her high speed, high attack output and her semblance offensive based capabilities to protect her. The fact that her semblance provides no defensive capabilities makes means she has to rely on others to protect her and watch her back. She can fulfill the secondary role with DOPABRI battle-rifle mode as a long range shooter. With her semblance ability to attack enemies that come close to her while firing with her battle rifle.

Crescere miei Viticci also makes her applicable for clandestine missions due to her semblance ability to take control of organisms.

Semblance:

Crescere miei Viticci

Vega semblance represents her inner personality… It changes her body showing immediate growth of luminescent green tendrils throughout her body. Her eyes change to green and her hair to. Luminescent green Tendrils then grow from both from the veins from her hands. They are small at first, the tendrils growing passively and taking up miniscule amounts of Aura. Their growth can be sped by Vega using more aura.
She can use these tendrils as a weapon, controlling them with her mind. She can stab, and cut opponents with her sharp Tendrils. It can grab hold of opponents for her to throw or grab hold of a certain body part to constrict. It is also useful as a climbing tool as the tendrils can be used to latch on to different objects. Her tendrils are stronger than the average tendril in nature yet can be severed requiring her to keep up tendril growth.

They do not have to physically hurt the opponent as she can simply have the tendrils latch or hold onto the opponent. When it is latching, tendrils start growing passively into the Human or Faunus or Grimm target to prepare for control as her mind begins to seize her targets.
Controlling an organism is daunting move for her as it requires heavy amounts of Aura for her to expel due to she has to grow her tendrils into the target and become physically inactive. The organism turns into beings controlled by Vega. Doing this negates her ability to fight against other opponents though can retract her tendrils from the organism due to the fact her eyes and ears are still active. It is a dangerous for her to do because several times she was almost consumed into darkness... Humans and Faunus can resist control by fighting back Vega's mind and if successful can cause a disruption in her mind causing temporary confusion and the most aggravating headache yet the tendrils in the opponent's body can die if the tendrils connecting to it are cut.

Dust can her amplify her semblance. It requires Vega to ingest powdered dust while her semblance is active to achieve this effect and result in her vines, hair and eyes transforming depending on the element.

Bruciando Viticcio (Red Dust)

Her are tendrils amplified by fire that can burn opponents. When used while latching. It results in the opponent's body internally heating up or pretty much cooking itself to death.

Fulmine Viticcio (Yellow Dust)

The tendrils become electric and act as a tazer, electrifying opponents, and can be used as a mild tazer or can use it to electrocute her opponent when it used during latch. It has an increased piercing and cut effectiveness that leaves electric burn.

Ombra Viticcio (Violet Dust)

Ombra Viticcio turns her tendril temporarily into a shadowy tendril specifically used when Vega is trying to control an organism in secret. Ombra Viticcio perfectly integrates when used in dark places as it cannot be seen yet can be revealed when light is shined upon it.

Voice:

Her Voice

Kinon (English Dub) from Gurren Lagann. (Kinon is featured for most of the video, you will hear her voice.)

Personality:

Vega has an extrovert personality which is slightly more dominant than her introverted side. She is optimistic, reflected by her upbeat, easy-going demeanor personality. She holds a solemn personality, differing from Gratia solemnity. It is reflected by a gracious, sincere and kind attitude towards others. Her kindness, happy personality should not be mistaken that she is gullible. In her soul, she holds a Pride that can be boisterous, a core aspect that she has held since she was a child. She holds a sincerely-sharp tongue only when she sees fit and uses it in conjunction with Napoli's mocking in combat to create the most aggravating dialogue for any opponent in combat. Vega is also a geek/nerd and is heavily interested in intellectual pursuits such as science, history and math. She has a deep love for video gaming and science fiction media. Wearing her smart glasses amplifies her geeky/nerdiness.

As the team leader, she is also the one that holds together the team and constantly the mediator between Napoli and Gratia's bickering.

Color and Emblem:

WIP

White (?)

Emblem = WIP

Appearance:

Will repost in the future.

An idea (face-wise) how she would look like.

Picture 1

Picture 2

Her appearance will be drawn and will not reflect the text appearance.

(WIP text appearance – Not the final appearance)

A student from Haven, she wears the uniform except replaced the skirt with shorts and with the uniform unbuttoned wearing a white spaghetti strap. Smart-glasses (Like Google glass). Star Pendant. Knee high socks. Sneakers or Slip on shoes (?) Stands at 5 ft 3.

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Capture the Fort

The death of the Alpha Beowulf hardly bothered the rest of the pack. If anything, it made it easier for them. While Robert was busy unleashing his rage against the Alpha, the other wolves surrounded Robert to cut off any possible avenues of escape. Then all eleven of them pounced at him at the same time, lunging out with their claws and fangs and overwhelm him with numbers. Even if he could take down one or two, the others from behind, above, and below would attack him relentlessly. While this was bad news for Robert, this also meant that the Beowolves were not focusing on the possibility that there might be other hunters near by. So the rest of Team RDGT need to be quick, before they lost their foolishly brave leader.

Who@Jedly@Nytem4re@Awesomoman64

Sticky Situation

As Team Canvas were speaking to one another, a voice broke over the airship's intercoms. "Hello Team Canvas, this is Velvet of Team Coffee. We see your airship coming so I'll begin to inform you of what we're up against. There are multiple entrances to the Ariadne's nest, however each one has natural structures fortifying it, making it difficult for even us to approach without alerting the entire brood. Walls of briers, poison-spewing plants, pit falls and other traps, webs, and of course the broodlings. Fortunately they're mostly concentrated around the nests itself. However we've also spotted Nevermores roosting in the trees and occasionally King Taijitu on the forest floor." As Velvet informed the team of this information she also sent a digital map of the area, highlighting different things such as traps, the rough patrols of the various Grimm, and other important information such as safe locations for the team to bunker down if things get rough.

"We haven't been able to get very far inside the nest, but we suspect that it'll be even more vast and complex. Fortunately, we found one entrance into the nest that seems to be mostly unguarded by the broodlings. We've managed to get a fair distance within before we found more broodling activities, so it may be your best chance to infiltrate the nest with minimal confrontations. However we have also noticed recent signs of Taijitu marking at this entrance, and while we haven't confronted any ourselves, please be careful. If you need any assistance now will be a good time to ask. Once you're in the nest communication to the surface will be impossible due to how deep you'll be going." But before the team could ask any questions, there was a loud screeching in the distance. A single Nevermore flew up from the forests and spotted the air craft. It seemed like it was going to attack.

The pilot was forced to make some evasive actions as the Nevermore shot feathered flechettes at the aircraft. While the vehicles was durable enough to take some hits and the pilot had the skill to out maneuver the creature, it lacked any weapons to take on the Nevermore directly. And with the Nevermore harassing the aircraft, Team Canvas was either going to have to try to fight the creature while on the ship, or make an emergency landing so they can escape. They had other options too, but very little time. Soon Coco's voice cracked over the intercom. "Get out of there quickly. Take too long and you'll alert the whole forest!"

@Savato@Sho Minazuki@Crimmy

[Assistant]
Skyra sighed long and hard. "A car... seriously...", she mumbled. From the get go, she was skeptic about stepping into that car. First of all, it didn't look safe enough for her, especially when Krys was driving. Not that she didn't trust her team's leader, but she doubted her ability to drive. Secondly, this was more or less exactly the opposite of "stealthy".
Which was why she had to bring it up to their leader.
"Krys... a car is not exactly the most... subtle way of getting around... I am pretty sure there are other ways of reaching our mechanic. I don't really want to get ambushed on our way there, 'cause I am pretty certain our enemy already knows that we're out here..."
Mentally Skyra already prepared herself for her objection to be rejected. She knew she had no chance in hell to do stuff sneakily in this team of loud people.
A slight smile spread over her face at that thought, just for a second, to be replaced by her usual emotionless, business visage.

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When Robert was a boy, living on the streets all on his own, one activity he enjoyed to do was to visit the library. There were countless numbers of books and, if you were to ask, most of the librarians there would have sworn that that redheaded child had read every single one. As the pack of Beowolves closed in around him and the burning rage he had just felt quickly turned to fear and worry, Robert recalled a specific line from one of those many books. It was some sort of guide, for hitchhiking if memory served him right, that read, "What to do if you find yourself stuck with no hope of rescue: Consider yourself lucky that life has been good to you so far. Alternatively, if life hasn't been good to you so far, which given your present circumstances seems more likely, consider yourself lucky that it won't be troubling you much longer."

In that moment though, Robert decided that if he was going to die, he wasn't going to lie down and take it. At first he activated the ballistic form of his bracers, but soon realized that, with his team so near, that firing shots off in random directions would only lead to disaster. Switching back to his weapons' blade form, Robert charged at the nearest Beowolf.

The team leader aimed for the beast's jugular, causing the Grimm to try to duck underneath. It underestimated the huntsman-in-training's speed though and was met with both blades in its eyesockets.

One of the Beowolves thought that Robert had now left himself open for attack and lunged forward to take a bite out of him. The boy quickly raised his leg and kicked the Grimm's face though, sending shards of broken teeth in all directions.

These weren't dumb animals though, and it didn't take long for them to realize that attacking one at a time was a foolhardy plan. While one Beowulf tried to turn his head into a chew toy, another used its claws to try and take a swipe out of him. In the blink of an eye, Robert changed one bracer to its ballistic mode and put a 10mm round between the hungry Grimm's eyes. He attempted to use the other bracer to block the incoming claw, but was too slow, allowing the claw to rip through his flesh.

Robert collapsed on the ground in pain. He wasn't going to last much longer if his team didn't try to help him.

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Sangue Naga - Brewing Storm

Despite her fair silence, Sangue was still paying full attention to her surroundings.

In fact, so far there were not several things that disturbed her senses; there were quite a handful of unnatural presences in the area, and she was pretty sure that every other hunter present near her vicinity knew that. She kept her hands on her blade, remaining watchful over what could strike.

But again, while her offense was moderately powerful, she had nothing to cover her aside from her aura for defense.

Which led to her simply trailing her team leader.

She wasn't using him as a human shield; she just felt less nervous around the presence of her teammates.

Then the lights turned off.

With Ben stating that he would protect one of the flanks, Sangue stayed close to him and prepared to back him up. Her expression was no longer idle; her eyebrows were furrowed slightly, her lips tightening into a small frown.

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Vega Venetia – Team VGNB – Outskirts of the City

After Beryl scoped out the building, Vega thought about a way to approach the building. Going through the lobby would attract attention though perhaps they could be a diversion if Napoli and Beryl get discovered? Yes, Napoli and Beryl through the Warehouse while Vega and Gratia can go through the bank as prospective customers. It is a good way for her and Gratia to get more info on the building.

"Alright, Beryl, you accompany Napoli through the warehouse on a stealth mission to locate Bianca. While that me and Gratia will enter through the lobby as prospective customers who want to open up a checking account," pausing, "if it is still open. It is evening already."

Though the thought of a night infiltration was a better plan in her mind, though god knows what is happening to Bianca. Perhaps patience for the night was better when they would be less security personnel to deal with.

"Or we can wait until night falls and infiltrate the headquarters together."


[System]
Species: Human (Venerian)

SPACER

Voice: Ashly Burch

Age: 29

Height: 161 cm (5'3")

Weight: 58 kg (128 lb)

Misc. features: * Second degree burns on hands caused by exposure to coolant vapor.
* Scarring on the left side of both lips and chin caused by fragments of exploding machinery.
* Limp due to left ankle fracture.

Augmentations: None.

Occupation: Ship Engineer

Skillset:* Strengths

	+ Mechanical engineering - Material engineering being her speciality, Vigdis is nonetheless capable of performing a wide variety of disciplines related to ME up to and including design of new items from scratch.
	+ Electrical engineering - Low or high voltage, from robotics to reactors, Vigdis remains competent and versatile through a wide range of EE disciplines, though somewhat behind full-time electricians.
	+ Cooking - Vigdis picked up the ability to turn practically any set of ingredients or leftovers into a half-decent meal at the university, a skill she credits with retaining her sanity during those five years.
* Weaknesses

	+ Combat - Being a full-blown grease moneky, Vigdis only received basic training in both firearms and unarmed combat.
	+ Coding - With her degree and training primary consisting of the "nuts and bolts" sort, she considers software to be dark arts.
	+ Mobility Impairment - Despite corrective surgery, her ankle injury left her with a limp. While a nuisance in day-to-day, it slows her down noticebaly when running and she may require pain medication if strain is put on the injured ankle for too long.

Backstory: Vigdis was born to a pilot and a teacher in the Venerain capital, Mariner. Spurred by her father, she steered her education toward science and engineering. Initially she regretted her decision as she got hit with biology and chemistry, but all doubt was dispersed when she first used a welder. Soldiering through the all-encompassing high school, Vigdis now had a clearly defined direction when selecting her university, obtaining her master's degree in material engineering at the age of 23.

With unrest throughout Sol, Vigdis figured the military would be a good place to gain experience very quickly, entering with the rank of Specialist due to her degree. It was a good bet, as unrest throughout Sol meant a lot of damaged assets that needed to be recovered or repaired, a task Vigdis was assigned to. She spent the next four years cruising the inner Solar system between stricken ships aboard a Venerian salvage ship as part of the team getting them up and running if possible and breaking them down to be more easily towed to a scrapyard if not. Unfortunately, as is often with military and emergency services, the pay was not great, especially with the job leaving several permanent marks on her health, so by the time her EAS date came up, she already had a private sector job lined up, the Stavanger shipyard and spaceport offering a workteam supervisor position right out of the gate with some new project being commissioned.

Day by day, she and her fellow workers watched the new ship grow under their hands. Once it had been finished, Vigdis was one of the technicians tasked with maintaining the Jotunheim while it was docked at Stavanger, continuing to lead the team responsible for hull and structural frame. She happened to be on board when the fighting started, performing routine checks of one of the airlocks and had simply decided she'd be safer and more useful if she stayed aboard, especially as the launch clock ticked down toward zero and the ship's actual engineer was still nowhere to be found.

Equipment:

The Jackal Spaceborne Personal Weapon is an electromagnetic 12 gauge semi-automatic shotgun fed from a detachable, eight-round box magazine. Designed for use on starships to minimize the risk of damaging sensitive equipment or breaching the hull, it can be easily used by inexperienced shooters as well as in microgravity thanks to its complex recoil damping system. Fitted with a two-point sling and a duckbill muzzle device that allows subcaliber AP darts to be fired normally, but directs anti-personnel flechettes into a horizontal line rather than a conventional spread.
A six year old male Norwegian Forest Cat, officially on board for vermin control. In unofficial truth a 5 kg furry morale booster for every member of the crew possessing a standard-issue human soul.

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Kareet observed silently as Kaqir worked. She had seen, and received, such healing many, many times before, so there was no tension for her. The only worry might have been if Kaqir was not a competent Life mage, but everything Kareet could see was perfectly acceptable. Healing simple injuries was far from the most complex thing a Life mage could do, after all.

Once Kaqir was done, Kareet gave a quick look over the Glen. No visible injuries, at least, and no more signs of pain. It was sufficient. She reached around to her backpack and produced a small pouch, from which she grabbed a few silver coins. It was far more than the coppers most peasants might be able to scrounge together, and consistent with what a healer would expect to be paid in the capital. "Thank you for your assistance." Kareet said politely as she dropped the coins into the healer's hand. "I…"

Kareet's voice trailed off quickly. There was…something that caught her eyes in the sky to the north: a flash. At its source, there was something glowing, very distant. Tekeri had particularly sharp eyesight, but even to her the details were difficult to discern. It was like a hole in the sky through which daylight was shining. Through it, she could see a hint of fire, of distorted shapes she could not discern, and of…something that seemed to be moving. All she could really see of it was a red glow, like a fireball.

A few seconds later, something like the loudest thunder Kareet had ever heard echoed across the landscape. All at once, it was like the whole town froze. Anyone who had not noticed before now had their eyes to the sky. Even Glen villagers who had been roused from their sleep started to file outside as well to see what was happening.

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Kolvar Stilmyst

Kolvar was moving between the different stores, asking the owners where Dagmore could be located. Most of the shopkeepers didn't seem to know where the old ruins were located. He was halfway to giving up however, he would soon have a moment of luck. An old looking Glenfolk approached him. "Excuse me, son, I had seen you walking around the town for the past couple of hours. And I was wondering if I could help you?"

Kolvar felt flattered that this old man would want to help him. But he was not sure if he knew where Dagmore was. "Well, I am searching for a lost Kriliteran book. And I was wondering if there were any ruins in the area?"

The old man smiled and rubbed his chin with his hand. He seemed deep in thought, "Well there are a few I do know of around here. There is Dagmore which would be the most well known ancient structure." His train of thought was interrupted by Kolvar speaking up.

"That would be the place I am looking for, would you be able to direct me to where the ruins are located?" The Kriliteran seemed overly excited about the old man knowing the ruin's location.

The old man took longer than Kolvar hoped to try to remember the exact location, he was more than patient for him to finish. "Thank you for the directions, sir." Bowing his head he walked off, following the instructions the old man had told him. He noticed it was starting to get dark. Pulling out a small lantern from underneath his clock, he lit the small candle.

he stars outside were shining brightly tonight. It was a beautiful sight. Kolvar took a moment to admire the beauty of the night sky. He noticed a bright star burning more noticeably than the others, at first he thought nothing of it. Assuming it was a star near the planet. But this particular star seemed to be coming closer and closer. Quickly ducking onto the ground, covering his head with his hands. Thinking for a moment the whole world was going to end. Muttering a prayer to his god to protect him.

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J'eon the Blacksmith

It happened between the beats of his heart, the pain was there - and then it was not.

"What... is this?" he marveled as he felt the bones knitting together, re-forged whole again.

"My lady, this humble blacksmith thanks you," he says to Kaqir, bowing his head when she's finished.

"I offer my thanks to you two, as well," he adds, climbing carefully down from his cart to stand on his own feet to face Kareet and Shirik, placing his right arm on his broad chest as a salute. "I...."

Kareet, who had been paying Kaqir, was now looking past her, at... What was that?

"My friend, is this your work?" he asks Shirik just before the loudest clap of thunder peeled over the village and beyond.

"Sky stone?" he wondered. It was big - was a mountain of sky stone about to hit this village?

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Jack Mallory, X.O.

"Captain! We were too deep in the gravity well, I don't think we cleared atmosphere," Jack reported, training kicking in as he began reading his panel. "We must have hugged the Earth during that jump! Radar shows we're above some rough terrain...."

The radio was eerily silent, just the faint hiss of the universe in his ears.

"Captain, we've lost comms!" the executive officer reported, checking and rechecking the panel. "No... wait... this doesn't make sense! Radio is working, but nobody's talking out there? Did the pulse of the jump knock everyone off the air?"

Without GPS, they'd have to do terrain mapping and hope they'd get a match from the AI...

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Eva's bots immediately began moving as the ship shifted suddenly, rising and anchoring themselves as the ship rocked. After the explosive struck and it was clear the worst was not over, Eva's Rover dove to collide with the man who stumbled into her, attempting to stand over him as the contents of the bay shifted alongside them. The spiders did the same for the second man, clambering over him and holding them down so they didn't move as the ship rocked violently and flame eyed them hungrily. Eva didn't dare stand up until everything went frighteningly quiet, and her bots moved off their respective charges. The Rover looked down at the solder with his cut and emitted a quiet beep, shaking it's side to bring attention to the basic medical supplies it held on a pouch.

"Look at that, I was exactly right. Don't get up too fast, a second volley could hit at any moment... good news though, we aren't dead. If you're still obsessed about our death the doors should open for you now that we aren't actively being shot at." Eva rose, snatching up the rifle the man had attempted to point at her. "Though I'll be keeping this, you like pointing it at things way too much. If you have problems with that ask my other three drones about it, Otherwise move on to the bridge and keep any sidearms put away." Eva sighed, the sudden quiet bothered her greatly, but they were alive and that was about all she could ask for.

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They did have SAMs. Lady Luck had been standing somewhere else this entire day. Apparently they didn't want the ship intact after all, so what the fuck were they? Religious extremists claiming FTL went against God's plan? Of course the pilot did what pilots do and seemingly did everything except turn the ship so the active shield segments were facing the threat, evidenced by a bang and the sound of shearing metal. Some of the missiles hit the shield after all and as soon as they did, the reactor output readout completely lost its marbles. She recalled one salvage job where the ship in question had power problems and was unable to scram their reactor, so they turned on everything that could draw power and blacked out their ship, causing the reactor scram to initiate automatically. If the FTL drive was 'running away' then robbing it of its power should do the same as long as they didn't trip the reactors as well. Sitting at the shield control console, Vigdis entered the command to power up the remaining shield segments.

`ERR: Insufficient power, FTL system priority!
<OK>`
Of course the ship was designed to prevent this. A smart thing to do under any other circumstance except here. She would find the computer geek who thought this error window only needed an 'OK' button and not an 'ignore' option alongside it and smack some sense into him when this was over. When the noise kept rising, something in her mind went 'Yeah, this is beyond hope.' and she gave up attempting to handle the situation and instead strapped in for the fallout. Crap, where was the Jackal? Did she secure it when she disarmed herself or did she just leave it lying around somewhere? A glance confirmed the sling was tied around the frame of a machine beside the door. Good.

Then, an idea. Primitive and straight out of the 'Geriatric's Manual of Computer Repair', but an idea nonetheless. "Breakers!" Vigdis yelled, figuring whatever damage would be caused by physically cutting the connection between the FTL drive and the ship's power grid would be limited to the drive itself and wouldn't hamper their escape attempts, but not even hoping there was enough time for it.

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The unholy noise reached its peak and the room flooded with unnaturally bright light before turning into pandemonium. It seemed like half of the Really Bad Lights and their accompanying bells and whistles came on at the same time. The machine behind her seat crapped out a shower of sparks and some more alarms sounded. As Vigdis grabbed one of the three kilogram powder fire extinguishers affixed by the console to address that latest problem, the rest of the room didn't seem to be faring much better. It was getting hot and she could see some of the cables were straining against their mountings as the current flowing through them created magnetic fields strong enough to move them. Something vile assaulted her nostrils. "Charred insulation. Smells like a failing grade to me."

Having put out the closest fire, she returned the empty extinguisher back into the bracket and returned her attention to her assigned station, fielding a sea of warnings and errors - electrical resistance in the shield cabling reading infinite, voltage zero, temperature just below melting point. "Chief, we've lost the shields. Looks like melted or severed conduits." Vigdis reported, anxiously waiting for a similar report on propulsion.


[System]
Age: 25

Sex: Female

Race: Hylian

Handiness: Left

Appearance:
A petite 5'3'' young woman with somewhat short Hylian Ears.

Inheritance: Fire Rod – Capable of channeling her magic powers into fiery blasts which doubles as a lighting tool and a weapon.

Personality: Her magical prowess kind of gets to her head, making this small mage a bit of a narcissist. Stubborn to a fault, she can get exasperating at times. She also possesses a quick and often sharp wit which can put people off quite quickly. Another characteristic is her belief in justice and the destruction of evil, so at least her heart is somewhat in the right place.

Recent history: Descendant of the Oracle Din, Tina is charged with a destiny of keeping evil in check which she takes quite seriously. During her somewhat extensive travels it came to her attention the increased progression of natural disasters, evil rising up, and so on meaning that the land could soon plunge into darkness again. Feeling the call of her Oracle blood Tina has decided to find out the cause of the approaching storm and stop it.

Personal Goal: To become an unstoppable Oracle who can beat back evil without having to rely on others.

Three strengths (Not just combat)
1. Magical Prowess – Tina was born with a great affinity for magic with a large and efficient mana reserve.

2. Fire Affinity – Part of the Din line her powers align greatly with the fire element. This makes fire magic easier than most and she can easily tolerate the heat.

3. Keen Mind – Being an Oracle descendant is not just for show, her mind can work fast and furiously, allowing her to adapt to situations and notice things out of the ordinary.

Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Stubborn – She can be stupidly stubborn, unwilling to change her mind at inappropriate times and may refuse help even when she clearly needs it.

2. Fragile – She is a mage, not a physical fighter. As such while not exactly weak she can easily be overpowered and physical exertion can quickly wear her down. Her height doesn't really help matters either.

3. Overconfident – Tina is sure of herself, too sure a lot of the time and this overconfidence can get her into trouble, be it battle, a friendly game, and a tendency to believe she alone can do anything.

Greatest Love: Dark Chocolate, totally Divine.

Hates the most: Ironically those who put too much faith in their abilities. [Somehow she does not see this in herself]

Misc: Tina has a tattoo between her should blades that looks like a crystal with a red flame inside of it. [Din's Fire]

Theme song:

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In the corner of the massive hall there sat a conspicuous-looking boulder. Not really a boulder, though, since any person worth their salt could tell a boulder from a curled up Goron, and any who couldn't were in for a rude surprise should they have tried to disturb the aforementioned "boulder". This wasn't just any Goron either, not at all. Nearby the Goron a rather famous hammer sat on the floor with it's handle pointed straight up. The Megaton Hammer was one of the more famous weapons the Hero once carried, but nowadays it was once again in the possession of the Goron people, where it rightfully belonged.

Amusingly, there was a small crowd of men around the hammer. They seemed to be taking turns attempting to lift it, but none of them could. Even the biggest and strongest of the men couldn't budge the hammer so much as an inch. This little "show" had started up several minutes ago, when said group of men mocked the idea of a hammer being sacred or magical. It was just a hammer after all, right? "If it's just a hammer, then by all means, take it..." the Goron had said earlier with his deep and powerful voice before dropping the weapon on its current spot on the ground, but added with a grin, "...if you can, that is." and that's how it started. First a couple of the men tried, but when they couldn't move the hammer, others watching gave it a try. At one point several men at once tried to lift the hammer with their combined strength, but still it didn't move.

The Goron knew, of course, that the hammer could never be lifted by such men. The Gorons, having become much less trusting of outsiders after the Hero's turn to evil, had a very special enchantment placed on their sacred hammer so that it could never again fall into the hands of evil. From that day forward, the hammer could only ever be lifted by one with a strong and worthy heart. Anything less, and the hammer would be heavy as a mountain. So really, all these men were only proving that they had weak hearts, not at all hero material as the guild's posters called for.

The Goron, named Argon, curled into a ball out of boredom after a while, but let the gathered men continue trying to lift the hammer. It was a good thing he'd eaten a feast of a breakfast that morning before departing from Death Mountain, because the food offered here at the hall contained absolutely no rocks whatsoever. In fact almost all the food were mostly popular Hylian dishes, indicating the apparent crowd the hosts were expecting. In their defense, none of the posters had been sent to Death Mountain, its trails and cliffs becoming even more dangerous in recent years. It was sheer happenstance that the wind managed to blow a poster far enough up the mountain for one of the Gorons to find it and show it to Argon, their de facto leader. The Goron warrior decided to make the journey to this hall to see just how serious these people were about protecting the land. So far he was not impressed.

He finally uncurled when a masked man spoke from the stage. This was also enough to disperse the crowd from the Megaton Hammer as well. And as the man spoke, more and more of the men who scoffed at the hammer left the hall until Argon found himself alone at his particular corner of the hall. Finally, a woman spoke, assuring everyone that this was no joke. This got a chuckle from the Goron, who spoke up with his strong, stoic voice, "Not a joke, eh? It better not be. I didn't climb all the way down from Death Mountain just to get a laugh."

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Joseph the Ranger

Joseph remains standing where he is through the entire thing, looking over the crowd. Goron, Shieka, Garudo, other Hylians...quite the motley assortment we've got here if I say so myself. The Hero's Bow was slung over his shoulder like it normally was when it wasn't in use, with the quiver next to it. He had been against the wall, as far from the gathering as possible, for two reasons. First and foremost was a general distrust of people, simply because he knew that monsters weren't always the most obvious and if one of those people turned out to be a mass murderer or something, or one of the hosts, he had both an easy out and a good shot at pretty much everyone not in front of a Goron.

The second reason was because he wanted to be able to beat the crowd out if it had turned out to be some elaborate prank that some city folk thought would be hilarious. However, as the seriousness showed in the host's voice, he had decided to stay and at least listen to the whole thing. His left hand, because he wasn't holding his bow, rested on the hilt of his sword as he put some thought into the questions posed to them. Joseph was a Hylian Ranger, a man who already dedicated his life to protecting Hyrule from the darkness that the regular army couldn't be bothered to hunt out. From the sounds of it, this would be a larger group effort, and if it meant he got to keep doing his job, then he would stay no matter the number of people.

When the Goron who'd let the group of fools try to lift his hammer spoke, Joseph did as well. "You went to a lot of trouble if the Goron and a Ranger showed up, so if this is a joke, there are going to be a few well placed arrows in knee caps." Joseph's face remained even. "And I don't miss."

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Blood colored eyes hid from the world behind pale lids. Long, pointed, ears were pressed flat against his head as Vieru stood, completely still. The wind danced around him, his only, let alone constant, companion in this world. Though unseen, as they were covered by his sleeves, his fingers danced along with the wind, changing it's course and causing it to swirl around him. His pale locks were shifted out of the way of his right eye, where they always rested, then quickly settled back down again as the wind moved on. Vieru was like the wind he controlled, constantly on the move, and never with a home of his own.

Vieru was a demon, a so called dark monster. But in reality, demons were just like the other races, some were good, some were bad. But people seemed to have a harder time seeing the good in creatures like him. He was hunted if he even went close to a town or city. More often than not, the injuries he suffered were from the people he saved, and not from the creatures he hunted. Though a demon, Vieru was responsible for many monster deaths out on the fields, even if people refused to see it, he was one of the good ones. He opened his eyes as the wind died down in his area, moving on to a different place.

Of course he had heard about the flyers, even seen one as the wind carried it elsewhere. He had seen the small writing on the bottom, saying that he may have been a descendant of a hero. But how could he, a demon, possibly be? It didn't matter anyway, the meeting place was in a town, he couldn't have gone even if he wanted to. It was just to take care of the dark threat anyway, something he did his part in doing when he hunted monsters. The towns that hated him so much stayed that much safer because of him. If only they knew what he did. But then again, they wouldn't believe him anyway. People were stubborn when it came to things they thought they knew everything about.

A small sigh escaped Vieru's lips. Perhaps one day he could find a place to settle down. But for now, he constantly moved, just like the wind he wielded. It was a tiring, thankless existence that wore on one both physically and mentally. An existence that would probably kill him, sooner than later. Shaking his head, he reminded himself that he had been still for too long and that it was time to move again. Picking a random direction he started to wander, making sure to stay well out of the way of any civilizations as he did.

[Assistant]
Tina Din had traveled the world with the hope of figuring out the exact nature of the approaching darkness and how to stop it from sweeping across the land. She thoroughly searched the whole of Holodrum, delved into the depths of Subrosia, traveled through Labrynna, visited the exotic location of Termina, and even attempted to access the secrets of the dark realm on one of her more impressive attempts to uncover the truth of the approaching darkness but to no avail. Of course all that searching was not in vain, she stopped several monster plots, incinerated dens of evil, and even uncovered mystical secrets but no matter what she did, as an Oracle she could tell a time of darkness was soon approaching.

A few months ago as she was traveling the vast world in search of a way to stop the approaching evil she received an Oracle, well a very distinct dream anyway that appeared to be pointing her toward a trip to Hyrule. As an Oracle it was her duty to follow her instincts and travel to Hyrule to root out the evil. It took her a while to get there as she had been quite far from Hyrule on her quest but as she traveled she came across a particular poster which had a particularly interesting bit at the end. "To those of you who can see this: congratulations, you could have the blood of heroes. You are who I am truly looking for. A dark evil rises, if you have any attachment to this fair land and its people, Come. Your destiny awaits."

A quick investigation of the poster quickly revealed that those last lines were indeed magical in nature, only allowing certain people to read it. Finally she had a decent lead that might lead to her saving the world from evil. She quickly figured out the location and now finally, she was standing in front of the meeting hall. ""About time I finally got here, by Din's Fire its time I did what I was born to do!" With that little self-pep talk she waltzed into the Hero's Guild Hall, paying no real attention to the other occupants except the ones on stage.

With her somewhat eccentric outfit, rather large hat, fire rod, and small statue she certainly made an entrance for herself as she yelled out and pointed toward the stage, "If you have any information on the coming wave of darkness spit it our now! It's my destiny to stop this great calamity as the great Oracle Tina Din!" While lacking in height she had no shortage of self-confidence. Some people in the hall were taken aback from her abrupt entrance, a few just thought she was nuts, others instantly began to wonder about her claim.

"I don't know what the rest of you are here for and frankly I don't give an ember as long as you don't get in my way. Your information better be good or I am going to be very angry at having my valuable time wasted." Her piece said Tina quickly found her way closer to the front and crossed her arms in impatience.


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Age: 16

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Personality:
Athel is a cold & detached person, she wouldn't feel anything if someone dies in front of her eyes. Thus, she have no problems in killing PKers. This was due to her countless exposure to bloodshed from the Guild war against the <<Laughing Coffin>> Guild. She would join any clearing parties against the PKer guild, seizing every opportunity to take them down despite whatever odds against her. She is determined to settle her scores for her dead classmates to rest in peace.

History: Athel was born in a poor but honest family, she worked hard in school so as to not disappoint her parents. She was rather popular & well-liked in highschool, so she received an expensive item like a Nervegear unit for her birthday present. She logged into the game along with her friends, joining her class' guild despite the situation of the MMORPG turning into a deathgame. Due to the harsh nature of the game and the immaturity of her classmates, her guild died by the time she reached 20F. She would then wander amongst clearing guilds, often being the sole survivor amidst clashes against the <<Laughing Coffin>> guild.

Equipment: Silent Axe - A weapon that does more damage when slashed at the tip.

Skills: She is a STR-focused player, she mostly takes the role of a Tank, fighting on the frontlines.
Apprehend - Athel can extend her axe to pull in her opponent, additionaly it reduces their movement speed & AGL for a few seconds.

Guild: -

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Ares
The spear had stunned Ares successfully, as the following up <Day Breaker> dealt another blow to the Warchief's defense. Before another strike could be done in, the horde of Hooded killers who had took a detour from Athel charged and disrupted Varen's attack. And as usual, the damage regenerated, though gap the damage and regen rate is getting closer.

Just one more... Athel looked to the side for a moment as she blocked another one of the strikes from Argil's sword. The hooded troops have stayed away from her killing reach while taking detours past her line of defense. Damnnit... The moment I pay too much attention to them, that bastard would send slashes at me. This tank is as troublesome as before... Due to the sheer inferiority of numbers, she only succeeded to hold the PKers at bay for only a few seconds.

"Lets end this today, you and I, only one of us will walk away alive"

Azumi headed for the PKers on Varen's side, fending off for the spear wielder Varen.

"I've picked up this red headed spear, he's just a sword wielder now, I'll cover your back, so end this as quick as we can, time isn't well at our side."

Azumi stated, wielding the spear she had 'received' from the Warchief. The last clash will be a last one, and a quick decisive battle of four seconds before the stacks of debuffs on the warchief gets undone. The Warchief was facing towards Varen, seemingly knowing what was actually going on.

[Assistant]
Varen
"Not cool! Tell your fan club to buzz off! Unless of course, you really can't take a few upstarts by yourself!" Varen taunted in a snarky timbre, yet there was a clear undertone of frustrated spite at the turn of events. He ferociously swung his spear around, a threatening maneuver to brush the meddling horde away from him. He wasn't stoked about having to watch his flank the entire time, and would therefore be glad to see Azemi, watch his back, nodding to her before facing Ares again. "You call this living?! No one's walking away from this! We're both vegetables in a crappy hospital bed, getting our butts sponged to hell for all we know!... (Sinister Smile) But how about I do ya a favor?... I'll spare you from a fate worse than death!!"

Varen was attacking and counterattacking in a near frantic flurry of embers and sparks, more of a formality to buy time as his skills replenished. Even so, the Warchief wasn't without his fair share of successful attacks, though they were noticeably less often than what would have been the case had he fought someone other than Varen, the head hancho's blows definitely making an impact, stripping away up to a third of his health. Each brush of the sword against the spear wielder's person was a break in his concentration and rhythm, facets of his defense that he struggled to restore, instinct picking up the slack and guiding his shaft as well as his body until his mind took over, resuming the hectic, deadly dance. But within seconds, Varen realized that the player killer was stepping up his offense to a fierce degree, to the point that a clean hit was near impossible. The red head narrowed his emerald colored eyes. He couldn't keep this up for much longer.

Well s**t... (increasingly unhinged laughter)...

Okay... How about one more miracle you two? What do you say?... Pipe down already (playful chuckling)... What's a big bro for?...

Anyone not paying close enough attention would miss what was technically done within fractions of a second. Varen, after securing a relatively good amount of distance with a shove of his weapon, charged at Ares, his Flame Daybreak Spear igniting at the tip and glowing to signify the activation of <Daybreaker>. Keep your eye on the shiny, big boy... Spear trained forward, it looked like a head on assault until he started launching a few throwing knives mid rush, precise projectiles which Ares easily deterred with his blade, the last knife aiming low. In the exact moment that his sword met the low aiming shot, Varen launched himself up in the air, his body slanting leftward, his flaming spear in his right hand and another knife in his left hand. Twisting his whole body towards Ares, his left hand let fly with the knife that hindered the rising sword just enough so that it wouldn't interfere with the maneuver, let alone kill him outright. Yet rise the sword did, the resulting slash taking a whole other third from his health and a little more besides that. But all the same, the Warchief couldn't stop <Day Breaker>, which the very mid air Varen swung down like a hammer upon the leader's shoulders, a dynamic trail of fire streaming from behind the spear tip, a fuse that lead to an even greater explosion at the point where armor and spear met.

Slight of hand, baby! (laughter) I should have been a magician.

...

For what it's worth... there are worse ways to go... I can't think of anything right now, but it'll come to me, when it's too late... Heh...

F*****g hell... Those were my favorite pair too...

Smoke, dust and, if all went according to plan, crystalline shards of armor and such, engulfed where the both of them were. As the shroud lifted around the edges, Varen could be seen lying on the ground, facing upward. His spear was a few feet away, but he couldn't reach it, not seeing much point in doing so. Both his legs were severed clean off from Ares' attack, a fanciful, colored "gash" marking where his left thigh and right calf ended abruptly. "Wrong on both counts, j*****s!" Varen shouted into the sky after a laughing fit. "And for my next miracle!?!..."

"...No regrets..." he tiredly sighed as he slowly closed his weary eyes. His legs would have regenerated back to normal within a few minutes, but that may have been minutes he didn't have. Whether Ares was alive or dead, he was still a sitting duck. There wasn't a guarantee that the others could wipe out the rest of the PKers; retreat may very well be the best option, and there was no way he could make it to the watchtower now.

This is fine... Guess I'll come up with some epic last words... "(deep breath) Six out of ten... Community kinda sucks... Well... on the whole, anyway..." he muttered under his breath, a boyish grin on his face.

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From that clash with Varen, the Warchief had successfully gotten four stacks of armor debuff. Seizing the crucial moment, Athel let out a distinctive whistle that echoed throughout the battlefield, signalling the entire party for the final, decisive charge. That moment, everybody turned their backs from their opponents that they are facing, sending themselves towards Ares to end him with their one best cut. The attacks from Athel, Akemi & Isamu descended upon the Warchief mercillessly, sparing not even a slightest amount of timing that could potentially turn against them.

Ares' <Battle Healing> has finally been overcame, his HP bar has been reduced by only one quarter at the end of this one-second engagement. 3 seconds are left on that debuff, and that silencing slash sent to Akemi, although didn't kill her, but it disrupted their DPS and killed any hope of killing Ares. To add to the situation, the re-engagement of the clearers' original enemies have scattered the charge for the Warchief's head.

"Hey, you're still alive, what a surprise~"

Athel scurried away to Varen's side as she nudged him by kicking on his wound 'harmlessly'.

"Get up, The sun is still shining brightly. Oh, you don't have legs. You still have hands, this will be my last card, so on my signal, raise your spear."

Ares focused on his attention towards Akemi, now that the annoying spear user was unable to move, the coast is clear for him to pick the clearers out one by one. They were more crafty than he had ever thought, he would've lost his life if he were to act carelessly. Fortunately now, as long as he's away from that spear wielding Joker's reach, his victory will be certain. "Its all over now." Most of Akemi's HP has been depleted, as Ares sent that one final slash towards Akemi. The Warchief felt a grab from an axe suddenly.

"KILL HIM!"

Athel has caught Ares with her Apprehend skill when he was too occupied in killing Akemi, sending him back towards Varen's side. The clearers sent themselves for another charge at the Warchief.

"You cheating bastards...!"

Being pulled away from the jaws of victory, and knowing there wasn't anything he could do, Ares cursed down his last words. That 'Final Slash' wasn't for Akemi, it was his own, as the entire party closened on him to send him to his maker, Putting everything upon Varen's spear.

[Assistant]
Varen
Varen was prematurely rehearsing a conceited and self-serving back-and-forth he imagined he'd have to take up with any member of his team that may have felt inclined to try and save him, his dialogue along the lines of "save yourselves", "well I wouldn't say hero, but..." and many other hackneyed quips. He wasn't serious of course, rather just whimsically wasting time until his death. That said, he was intrigued at how the oncoming footfalls didn't really seem to carry with them the murderous intent of a Warchief who'd been taken down a peg. Perhaps the cliche was coming true after all in a touchingly unexpected display of camaraderie, the likes of which...

"Ach! Okay okay! I'm awake already!" Varen surged with life, although not by choice, his arms hoisting himself up with a bit of a glare in Ethel's direction for disturbing his self indulgent waste of time. "
Kick on my wound all 'harmlessly' like that, you little... I'll teach you to-
 What?! My spear!?" him frantically jerking his head from side to side until he caught sight of his weapon just a few feet away. Retreiving it wouldn't be considered a monumental task, yet he did only have a second or so before the debuff wore off. Using his leg stumps and arms to fling himself closer, Varen just kind of flopped front first, close enough to reach the tail end of the shaft, having to pin said end into the ground to help himself get right side up.

Varen's eyes beamed wide at seeing the the Warchief stagger in his direction, the others having forced him by way of a final push towards the spearwielder. He had thought of at least two one-liners to say at this point. But as he pushed himself forward to add in that little extra force into a final, desperate pierce at Ares' core, he decided against them as they were too cliche, even for him. He simply grit his teeth under a guttural growl as the blade of his spear found purchase, the weight driving the other end to the ground once again.

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Ares' HP bar has turned black after the final clash of the clearers, as he toppled down the ground motionlessly. The corpses of what was once alive a couple of seconds ago started reducing away into green polygons. The hooded army was stunned for a mere moment from the fall of their Warchief, but they continued the battle instead of faltering and retreating. Athel wasn't surprised from this, as she eyed towards her archenemy Argil with a smirk. Despite Ares losing his head, Argil is clearly not giving any grounds for them. They will have to make full use of that victory they had, or the tides will turn back into the PKers favor.

"I'm off fending that blueheaded bastard, just roll around reduce their numbers, thanks~"

Athel ditched scurried away from Varen, getting back on to reengage Argil. Those aren't a problem for Varen. As Akemi was trying to close in and assist Athel, Athel quickly pointed her on the other direction: the one towards her brother. "Don't." Athel said sternly, which Akemi immediately followed without question, turning towards Isamu. Not because she trusted Athel, but she felt more dangerous the closer she approached that Lieutenant. True enough, a squad of hooded guys was about to charge in from the side, ready to intercept Akemi and slow her down enough for Argil to take her life had she not turned back.

"Somehow I wished this would be our first encounter, you weren't as crafty as before~"

Argil said in a friendly tone in midst of the exchange of attacks between him and Athel. She had changed alot, she, if not most people, would've let her guard down from a victory like this had it been a month before.

"So do you, neither of us would be as stupid, after losing all their comrades."

Athel replied. Taking advantage at a loss isn't something Argil would do back then. She was trying her best at maintaining her composure, after all, he was the one who killed her highschool friends in cold blood. Of course she wanted to send Argil a one-way ticket to hell, but the moment she acted rashly, she will be the one visiting her grandfather.

Akemi sent herself to flank the Lieutenant her brother is engaging, as the Lieutenant turned into green polygons from that engagement. As expected, that lieutenant wasn't well guarded, and the troops at this side wasn't that organized. Argil wasn't that easy to flank, for he was now the person with the direct command of that 40 man army. Now, they will have to reduce the numbers of the Laughing Coffin one by one, away from Argil, before thinking of attacking Argil. The sibling started on the meat grinder for the Hooded Men.


[System]
Nickname
Wildflower

Age
Young Adult

Gender
Female

Crush
She has a slight crush on Ulfang.

Mate
No mate, for now.

Pups
No pups.

Personality
Wildflower is a friendly wolf. She loves to lead and has a serious side to her, but she can also be rather playful too. Inside of her mind, She has some reasons to frown and stay away from others, but she covers that up with a wolfish grin. She loves pups, but her main focus is the hunt, without she believes the pack would go hungry, which makes her job one of the most important in her mind.

Bio
I'm not sure if this is allowed, but TBR.

Rank Wanted
Lead Huntress/Hunter

[User] Ruka was atop of his rock and watching for any danger or wolves passing by.

[Assistant] Wildflower was stalking the perimeter of the pack's territory. She had the urge to run off when she heard birds in the distance, or dears galloping about, but denied her instinct. She raised her head and sniffed the air, her tail swinging back and forth. In the corner of her eye she spotted Ruka, the lone Alpha. She wondered who he would choose as his mate, he had to get one soon. She turned her attention to Ruka and let out a lone bark, to let him know she was out here. She wondered what the rest of the pack was doing, and decided that just before midday she would call them together for a hunt. Someone would have to stat behind to protect the pups, which would mean their team would be small, but she figured that was fine by her.

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Autumn wandered through the trees, calling for her mother. She had told her to stay by rock and she would come get her but where was she? Autumn felt her ears lower. Had she done something wrong to make mother mad? The pup yelped as she stumbled over a root and tumbled to the ground. She lay for a moment before slowly getting to her feet and shaking any leafs that might have clung to her fur. She resumed calling, felling fear well up inside her. What if she was lost and never found mother? Terrified the pup turned but realized she had no clue which way was back to the rock.

The forest suddenly feeling dark and scary, Autumn quickly back against a tree, wide amethyst eyes darting around at every sound she heard. A sudden snap of a twig nearby sent the pup whirling around. A pair of eyes glowed at her from the undergrowth. The pup whimpered, turned and fled blindly through the trees. She tripped many times but always scrambled to her feet and kept going. Finally, when she caught sight of the river she tripped over something and went flying. When she finally managed to stagger to her feet she turned to see what it was that had tripped her.

She blinked in surprise when she saw it was a pup around her age laying there. His fur was a dark gray in color. He had black on the tips of his ears, his behind and the tip of his tail. She couldn't see the color of his eyes because they were closed.

Autumn cautiously crept up to him, poked the pup with her paw then leaped away as if he was going to bite her. When he didn't move Autumn crept over again and poked him again. Her eyes widened when she felt his wet fur. He also seemed to be shivering. The pup glanced around before she curled her smaller body around his, hoping her body heat would dry him and stop the shivering.

[Assistant] Ranger sat at the base of his favorite tree looking around at the others until he got bored and walked over to the perimeter of their area and just sat there staring out at the trees which could likely hide dangers that only big wolves could handle, 'I want to go out so bad' he thought to himself.

[User]
The pitch black furred wolf was scanning the pack to see if everyone was there and okay. When Leila saw that everyone was okay, she turned and walked to her cave. She only went there when she wanted to be alone or there was nothing she could do.

Once there at the cave, she walked in letting the darkness camouflage her body. She sat at the mouth of the cave, but made sure she was covered in the dark. She had a good view of the pack and would hear if anyone was in trouble.

But for now, she relaxed laid her hands on her paws as she used her senses. She could hear the sound of the birds chirping and singing, other animals running around, the sound of droplets touching the ground. It was all relaxing to her.

Leila knew they were going to hunt in a little for food for the pack. She couldn't wait to actually dig her claws in the animal and rip-, she shook her head a bit killing the thought from her head. Just can't wait to eat, was all she thought before going back to what she was doing.

[Assistant] His reflection gazed back up at him crisp and clear. Looking up over the pond, it was as if glass. He dipped his head down after gazing around and lapped up some water breaking the surface tension. After drinking his fill it was time to move on and go about the daily business. Soon it would be time to hunt, and the anticipation was killing him. Ulfang was hungry, and he knew that others would be as well. He started his way back to the den, where his pack would most likely start to converge. His would make a small detour near the river, just to make sure things were as they should be and nothing else was amiss. He started on his way at a jog.

[User] Dodger's eyes slowly crept open as he propped up his head a bit seeing a bluish black furred pup infront of him, startled he quickly got up into an attack stance growling(which since hes a pup is actually quite adorable.) he bares his teeth trying his best to look menacing.

[Assistant] Autumn yelped as the pup she had been trying to warm up started growling. Autumn scrambled to her paws, ears lowering to lay flat against her head as she backed up slowly. "I-I'm sorry! You w-were wet and cold and I-I was trying to warm y-you up." She whimpered, continuing to back away until her paws touched the edge of the river. She froze, the realization that she was literally backed into a corner flashing through her mind. The river was knocked off the list seeing as the current was too strong for her. She wondered if she would be able to dart around him.

[User] Dodger seeing the pup was as startled as he was sat down right there and smiled."s..sorry i growled..you startled me.." he says as he examines his surroundings catching movement in the corner of his eye and running off after it eventually catching the squirrel and returning to the tree proudly and happily with the squirrel dripping blood as he held it in his mouth. He drops the squirrel starting to dig in as he is really hungry and after a little bit he looks up with piercing blue eyes, his snout covered in blood"want some?" he asked nudging it toward her a bit"I'm Dodger.... but you can call me Dodge."

[Assistant] Ruka perked up at the bark sent by Wildflower and replied to her with a howl.

[User]
Autumn stared at him warily, body slowly relaxing. She carefully sat down and examined the wolf in front of her. She noted his eyes were blue, now able to see them clearly. As she continued to gaze at him she jumped in surprise when he suddenly took off. When he returned with a squirrel Autumn couldn't but gaze at him in awe. She was never able to catch prey, she was too clumsy and tripping over things. He nudged the squirrel her way and right as she was about to refuse and say she wasn't hungry her tummy chose at that moment to make itself known. She felt her pelt heat up in embarrassment. "I-I'm Autumn." She said shyly as she leaned down to take a small bite of the food.

A howl suddenly echoed through the forest and Autumn bolted upright, eyes wide as she looked around. At first she thought it was her mother but as she listened she noticed the tones were too low to be her mothers voice. This howl belonged to a male. Autumn began trembling, hoping they wouldn't get in trouble if they were anothers' land.

[Assistant] Ulfang eventually made his way to the river, after taking several stops to admire the landscape. He eventually rounded a bend on land next to a part of the river that was slightly lower then the rest. It would be an easy place to cross, as many rocks jutted out of the water to form a sort of path. Something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention, it looked like something moved up ahead of him, something relatively small. His focus broke however as a howl erupted across the landscape. Recognizing it as Ruka's, he began to move ahead, running now. Almost immediately after starting out, he ran through a bramble of low undergrowth coming out on the other side, face to face with two small pups, eating what appeared to be a squirrel.

[User] Wildflower heard Ruka's howl, and her tongue gutted out, forming a wolfish grin. She ran full speed back to the rock, forgetting the task at hand, because soon it would be time for the hunt. Her stomach rumbled, and she tried to Sprint back even faster. She wondered where the others were, and brought herself to a swift stop, she sniffed the air and the hairs on her back raised. She smelled members of her pack, but she also smelled something else. She didn't know if it was hostile yet, but she decided to start approaching the nearest scent, which happened to be Ulfang's. She could only smell one other creature in his direction, but she wanted to make the scale tip in their favor.

[Assistant]
Leila heard a howl which made her eyes open when they were closed to fall asleep. She perked her ears up listening deeper then noticed it was the alpha howling. And with the howl, she could hear the sound of running.

Well better check it out then, so she got up to see who was running.

She creeped out of the cave feeling the sun touch her fur making her shake a bit. Then she focused where she heard running and ran towards the direction.

As she was running, she could smell faint scent of blood that filled her nose as she got closer more. It made her stomach rumble as she licked her teeth. She ran faster but stopped when she could smell the scents of pack members. But she could also smell another scent she didn't recognize.

As she got there, she saw Ulfang and two pups and also she could smell another scent, which smelled mostly of Wildflower. But she watched the two little pups then at Ulfang. She took a sniff of the air and her eyes darted to the squirrel the little ones were eating.

[User]
Autumn's ears pricked when she heard a rustling in the bushes. Was it more prey? She padded over to investigate however she quickly back-petaled. Her ears quickly lowered again when a large wolf stepped out. The pup's eyes widened and she whimpered, gazing up at him. His fur was a brilliant white that sparkled in the sun. It looked like snow. She had a brief wonder if she touched it it would be cold. She was quickly snapped from her musing when two more wolves stepped out. They all had a similar scent so she assumed they were all part of the same pack.

The tiny pup whimpered again, unconsciously pressing up against Dodge for comfort. Her small body was trembling from fear and her tail was lowered between her legs.

[Assistant]
When Wildflower was in viewing distance of the pups, she whipped her head around and looked confused. Lone pups? Was this a ruse of some sort? Wildflower had never seen lone pups before, and approached with caution. That was, until she saw Leila rushing towards the food the pups we're eating. She felt motherly instincts kick in, and ran towards the pups. When She got there, she stopped in front of them and bared her teeth, even at the huge Ulfang. She twisted now and then, to see if Leila was going to pounce or if Ulfang was going to step up to the offensive plate. In her old pack, they killed weak pups like these, and she had no idea how this thing would work. She still growled, her tail up, and the hair on her back standing at full attention.

She peaked behind her back at the pups, and her eyes slightly softened. They looked so tiny, so defenseless. She looked back at Ulfang and Leila and snarled. "Don't touch them. Not yet, we can see what Ruka says."

[User] Leila felt her eyes roll then said in a soft voice, "I wasn't going for the food. I wasn't going to hurt them. I wasn't even going to kill them. It's called checking what was going on. Don't go snarling at people who are trying to help." The female beta let out a puff of air as if snickering before she turned saying as she turned to look at the pups, "Lets take them if you want to protect them. It would be safer." She looked at the Wildflower, her eyes held a bit of emotion that she actually thought she was going to hurt the pups. Or take something from them. But she made the emotion disappear from her eyes then looked at Ulfang. Saying again, "And I'm sure he wasn't going to hurt them too."

[Assistant] Ruka ran after his pack to see what the fuss was about, but slowed to stop once he saw the lone pups. He looked around to see if either of their parents were around before turning his attention back to the pups. "What are your names?" He asked the pups.

[User] Wildflower only had a second to nod at Leila, before Ruka came and asked the pups a question. Wildflower lowered her tail and walked away, feeling ashamed of herself. Of course she had been too quick to judge. She almost always was. She laid down in a soft patch of grass a small walk away, listening to the conversation from a distance. Next time she would have to be more careful, someday the Beta was going to snap at her, and She would have to run away with her tail between her legs like a runt.