[System]
Age: 36
Physical Description:

Jehenne is a beautiful brunette with fair skin, sharp, large features, and dark eyes. She stands at just under six feet and has a slender, elegant body type.

Important items: An expensive necklace her older brother gave her. Most likely taken from her.

Short Bio: Jehenne spent most of her life in her older brother's shadow. Rodrick was a proud, arrogant fool, and one of the only people Jehenne truly cared for. His honesty and earnest nature contrasted so much so with her quiet, calculating, and cynical one. They made quite the team, and Jehenne offered the favorite sibling advice. In many ways, if he was successful, she was successful. Parents were a non-issue for Jehenne, they were old, boring, and unambitious. It was a miracle that they raised such interesting children, in her mind. Jehenne lived a pampered, well educated life, and certainly partook in the methods of slavery as well. Benefits of the silver spoon, she supposed. Rodrick was a better person than she, and he always seemed a bit uncomfortable with the flippant way she treated her fellow man, but without even realizing she always deftly maneuvered out of the topic if he ever started to bring it up.

Eventually, his earnest ways took him too far, and he was killed in battle rebelling against who he viewed as a tyrant. Jehenne was broken and saddened by this loss, and the world seemed darker without him. Sometimes, it felt like without him, she was the only real person left...sometimes. Nonetheless, next in line to the throne, Jehenne would be made an example of. Sold into slavery in the city of Venedig, as a househould servant, and potentially other, darker things. A taste of her own bitter medicine, though she certainly hasn't seen it as such. What has been done to her is an abomination and injustice, and escape will be hers, if not vengeance.

Starting Faction: The ex-noble slaves
Spell List:

Suggestion: A spell of Mind Magic origin, Jehenne can use this ability to manipulate the emotions of a single or multiple targets. The more targets there are, the more split her power becomes, and the less effective it is. She can use this to calm, persaude, or manipulate, giving her already silver tongue a sharp, magical edge.

Minor healing: From the school of Change, Jehenne can draw upon the ability to heal minor wounds and calm major wounds. She can also reverse aging, which she does on occasion for herself, and she used to do it on her brother. She's not a vain person...but, well, maybe a little. Nothing wrong with learning to give herself and others a little extra elegance in age?

Exceptional Skill List:

Exceptional Diplomacy x2: Diplomacy was Jehenne's role as a noblewoman. As such, she has a refined skill of telling people what they want to hear, or don't want to hear, in order to get what she wants. Most people are like puzzles to be figured out. Once you know what to say, one could play them like an instrument.

Exceptional Lying: Jehenne is an excellent liar. Using her words alone, one would never be able to tell she wasn't telling the truth. Evidence and catching her out on contradictions is the only way, and she is very good at making sure that doesn't happen.

Exceptional Investigation: Jehenne can finds things. Whether it be people, contacts, or objects. It's hard to hide things from her.

[User]
Mergoux glared down at the girl, then turned on the Mercs. "Leave her be." she said.

And with that, the Warrior walked away, vanishing into the crowds, ne'er to be seen again.

[Assistant]
Tamlorn Winter-Rose

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Jehenne's eyes caught Tam, like a memory. Up close, it seemed she hadn't changed. Her hair, those eyes, the sculpt of her shoulder...

Then she spoke, and ice had touched inside his chest. The spell broke. The breath he had not realised he'd been holding escaped. He blinked. Then his eyes flitted away, to the floating staff, the ground, his feet, anything else. Remorse stabbed its thin fingers into his heart and began tugging it downwards. Reluctantly, his face rose again to meet hers. There she stood swaddled in a motley of emotions and simple clothes, all beneath the dread-coloured patina that was fear.

He dredged words from murk of his mind, "I'm sorry," he spoke lamely, his words clipped, his mouth twitched. He kept watching her, "For everything."

Blessedly, Rote caught his attention. The man was a mystery, appearing at once mad yet also in possession of all his faculties. It was not clear whether his mannerisms were born of delusion or his noble upbringing. Perhaps both.

He followed them to the canal. He knew not what else he could do, seemingly trapped within the thoughts of his own mind, memories, words forming and reforming in a hundred iterations of a sentence and coming no closer to what he wanted to say.

The damp smells of flotsam and refuse clung inside his nose.

Danger sharpened his mind like a stone knapping flint. A wandering mind was a dangerous thing; now he stared down a dozen barrels of a dozen men. He recognised some of the faces, once fellow knights. Victory was a slim possibility, yet Tamlorn gripped his weapon, ready.

But, conflict was avoided. He bobbed his head at the Inquisitor, a small smile playing across his lips, "And house Winter-Rose will not forget." He stepped onto the boat, equal parts curious and concerned of Jehenne's fate. He was not sure he could leave even if he wanted to.

It was not until the black scar upon the cityscape, the Cathedral, reached up before them as if defying the heavens, that Tam spoke once more. Jehenne had pointendly ignored him the entire journey, so Tam had stewed in his own thoughts.

"Does the Church want anything with them?" Tam asked the Inquisitor, "Beyond their freedom?"

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City: ???
Location: Black Cathedral - Entrance

BGM: Melody of Water

The carriage soon reached the outskirts of the Black Cathedral, an edifice one could call the Church of Inquisition's "base of operations". Ominous as it was, this was the goal behind Libero and Carmilla's plan. Away from Venedig's corrupt ideals, they would hide Noel from the corruption of the slave market and trade. "We're arriving at the destination." The butler spoke from the outside. Noel opened the curtains, curious as how they had arrived at somewhere supposedly five days away from Venedig in such a short time like three and a half hours of travel. When he opened it, he saw the cathedral and was immediately brought in shock. "T-That's... the Black Cathedral. Big brother, weren't we supposed to be going to the Reich's capital as Father ordered?" He asked. "There is no way I would hand you over to the emperor. This isn't what either me or Mom would want for you, Noel. We don't need another slave trader in our home." Libero explained. "Then... your plan was for you to take me here to the Cathedral? To the enemies of Venedig and the whole Iron Decree?" Noel asked. "Yes. From here, you'll be able to learn the opposite of what Dad has been wishing. You'll be able to pursue the dream you always wanted, Noel. The dream of making an institute for magic research, learning and control for all people." Libero spoke, happy.

It's true... Noel's wish was to create an institute academy where people could research, learn and control magic. An organization not solely for the nobles of the Reich, but for all who wished to learn it. It may be an utopic dream, but it was Noel's dream. "Libero, I... I don't know what to say... but if Father finds out, then you'll be-" Noel spoke, speechless and worried about Libero. "Don't worry about me. I did this knowing of all risks. I'd rather be dead but with a clean conscience that you are safe than alive regretting that you became another of us." Libero said. Still, this worried Noel. However, he had no arguments to tackle his brother back. Soon, the carriage stopped. "My lords, we have arrived at the Black Cathedral!" The butler spoke.

Noel and Libero left the carriage inside and were now at the entrance. The river seemed to flow underneath it, as if it was a secret entrance. In the distance, Noel saw a bot coming their way. "Look, there's a boat with people coming our way!" He pointed it out. "My contact has arrived. Let's wait a little bit before getting inside." Libero spoke.

[Assistant]
City Event - Mostly for the Main Party

Mergoux, Rote, Jehenne, Tamlorn and Noel

"That we have, Milady Alcroft," Rote said to Jehenne as the Gondola docked at a side entrance of the Black Cathedral. His face was solemn, solemn and sad. "I'm sorry about all this tragedy - I wasn't lying or deluded when I said what I said on the slave market about its cause, but I wasn't expecting to have additional proof so early. Assuming that our good Inquisitor here has additional proof, of course."

Inquisitor Malamocco looked at Rote and said, "Not now. Inside the building first. Although if you want small talk with the Alcroft woman, you should do that - It seems you don't know how to talk to women or what to talk to them about."

Then turning to Tamlorn, the Inquisitor said, "Haven't you been listening to Rote's words? We're on the brink of the greatest crisis since Wolfram's Cataclysm! Whoever won the Nobles' Rebellion, Noble or Crown, was going to play into the hands of the enemies of civilization itself! Now no more delays, we have to go in!" Inquisitor Malamocco frowned deeper, and then entered the building, muttering about, "These young folk nowadays..."

Once inside the Black Cathedral, Inquisitor Malamocco continued, "The Nobles' Rebellion was instigated by the Cult of the Keeper, who wanted to return the Old Gods back to Erde. The Cult also had agents in the Royal Court in Kaisersdat, whose job was to ensure that if the Crown won, it would come down hard on the rebels. As I said, whoever won, Noble or Crown, was going to play into the hands of those who want to destroy civilization - Only by bringing Humanity down to the level of savages can the Old Gods expect regular worship once more."

A pause as the Inquisitor waved to the just-arrived Libero and Noel accompanying them, before he continued, "If the Nobles won, the Reich would have fallen apart. If the Crown won, all that was needed was to provoke the Emperor into overreaching with the Iron Decree, thus compromising the credibility of the Crown and the Reich as a whole. Either way, the sense of security of everyone in the Western Continent would be impacted in some form. Do you people get where I am going with this?"

"I do," Rote said as he noticed Noel and Libero's presence. "Now, give me a break from business to meet with an old friend, please." And with that, he ran up to where Noel was, tackle-hugging, the young man and saying "NOEL! I'm so happy to see you! Heck, the only thing that'd make it better is if I had an excuse to be naked -"

Inquisitor Malamocco rolled his eyes and cleared his throat. "Young men nowadays." He then looked at Libero and said, "Greetings, Fragach scion. Your actions have brought the approval of the good aspects of Existence today." A frown as he continued, "Here is something that might stay your father's anger - We have the identity of the Cult of the Keeper's agent in Kaisersdat. As I said, the Cult of the Keeper is a group trying to bring down civilization as we know it so that the Old Gods can be worshipped due to everyone forgetting they are mere mortals with great magical power."

The Inquisitor smiled, "Her name is Katherine Sophia Gotha, and she is the one who planted the idea for the Iron Decree in our sovereign's brain."

Louise

N/A for now, waiting for Smike.

@Stern Algorithm@Overlord Thraka@Aqutanama@Rune_Alchemist@Zoey White@Landaus Five-One@Solaris@jdh97@MagusDream:

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Jehenne nodded at Rote and followed behind him and the others, absorbing and observing as much as she could.

Jehenne furrowed her brow and rubbed the bridge of her nose. It seems she had landed in a group of people trying to save the world. People who probably intended on throwing themselves at whoever whatever until they saved the day. They'd probably need help. This Keeper Cult sounded like it was bad for business. If they succeeded in their plan of sewing chaos, Jehenne would get eaten alive by whoever was left. Probably. Either way, the end of civilization as she knew it would be an obstacle on her path of vengeance.

Path of vengeance? She let that stew for a little bit. She would need time for self-reflection.

The thought remained.

Pushing out of her own mind Jehenne tuned back into the conversation at hand.

"So, Inquisitor, this Katherine Sophia Gotha, she is your target? You aim to kill her, capture her? I also still don't know why you bothered to rescue Rote and I. After all, it didn't matter of the Nobles or the Crown won that war."

 Jehenne already had a guess as to why Rote and herself were rescued. They were displaced. Wronged by this group they were, with not the means of truly escaping or settling back into the apathy that often consumes commoners. Prime recruits for they're little cause. Surely manipulative, but effective nonetheless. Jehenne had nothing else to do, and perhaps she could offer some assistance. These people had connections and a cause, and they could potentially be useful. They both had things to gain from an alliance.


[System]
Age: 18

Gender: Female

Appearance
Kim has long, straight black hair, which she usually keeps tied back in braids or a ponytail. Her russet eyes are usually hidden behind glasses, which she switches out often because she frequently breaks them. At 5'3", she's shorter than average; she also weighs more than average, although most of her 130lbs is muscle, not fat. Kim is unattractive and she knows it - she's built like a gruff dwarf rather than a willowy elf, and she has thick eyebrows, freckles, and thin lips, none of which contribute to her attractiveness. However, she's long since come to terms with his less-than-average looks, and she doesn't let them bother her.

Personality
Kim is blunt, cold, and stubborn, but not a bad person at heart. She enjoys freedom and self-sufficiency, and has a fiercely independent streak. Although she can work in a group if she must, she hates being forced to rely on others. She readily cooperates with reasonable authority figures, but she won't blindly follow orders, and she doesn't hesitate to break rules if she has what she sees as a good reason. Kim doesn't hesitate to say what she's thinking even if may offend listeners, and her utter lack of tact has earned her the ire of peers and professors alike. Nonetheless, she is able to befriend people who can appreciate, or at least tolerate, her frank nature, and know to give her the space that she needs. She doesn't make friends easily, but she is extremely loyal to the ones she does have. Kim always looks out for herself and the people she cares about first - they're what she values most. At times, Kim can be rather cynical and pessimistic, but she won't give up even if she doesn't expect a good outcome. She's also quite hardworking and efficient, putting effort into everything she does.

History
Kim grew up as an only child in an upper-middle class family. Her father was a successful businessman and her mother was a dissatisfied housewife. When she was younger, she frequently rebelled against her well-intentioned but overbearing mother; in recent years, she's calmed down and matured enough to understand her mother's point of view, and their relationship has improved immensely as a result. Her father is disappointed that his daughter doesn't have more ambition, but he tries to hide his disappointment, and Kim pretends not to notice.

In her childhood, she'd dreamed of becoming an Olympic gymnast, and she almost made it to the junior national team. However, as time went on, it became obvious that she was good, but not quite good enough. No matter how much she practiced, she just didn't have the natural talent of the other girls on her team, and she eventually quit. Her parents were disappointed in her performance, and she retained feelings of inadequacy for many years. Eventually, she forced herself to move on and not let those feelings weigh her down. Later, she took up parkour and freerunning as hobbies that she could apply her gymnastics background to, and she enjoys doing them on a casual basis with friends.

After she failed to achieve her dreams, Kim became more cynical and less ambitious than she had been before. She entered college planning to major in accounting in preparation for a future career as a self-employed accountant. Although she isn't passionate about them, Kim is fairly good at logical subjects like math and science, so accounting seemed like a reasonable career choice. Kim gave up on achieving excellence or success and told herself to be content with a stable income and the opportunity to pursue her hobbies in her spare time. She enjoys crafts and DIY projects because she likes to repair and create things for herself, and she does parkour and freerunning on her college campus.

Specializations

High (30): Agility
Kim may not have been able to make it to the Olympics, but she was still very good at gymnastics. Her continued practice of parkour and freerunning have further improved her physical fitness and given her new skills in this regard. For example, Kim is capable of maintaining her balance while running on a roof's edge, climbing walls, and doing backflips.

Medium (25): Determination
She's very stubborn and determined. No setback can keep her down for long - she'll keep trying if there's even the slightest chance of victory. Once she's chosen a goal, Kim focuses on it like a laser and puts forth all her effort.

Low (22): Intelligence
Kim has a good head for numbers, and does fairly well in school, earning A's and B's. She's not passionate about academics, but she recognizes that they're important, so she works hard in her classes.

Imperfections

High (10): Appearance
Her eyebrows are too thick, her lips are too thin, her height is too short, and her weight is too heavy. This bothered her a great deal in her preteen years, but she's stopped caring a long time ago.

Medium (15): Charisma
Kim isn't unsociable, but she does lack tact. She rarely stops to consider the effect her words will have before she says them, which results in offenses and upsets. She's also a bit too independent and stubborn for her own good. Nonetheless, she is capable of forming lasting friendships.

Low (18): Happiness
She's cynical and pessimistic. Although she isn't always unhappy, Kim does tend to have a negative outlook, which drives other people away and reduces her own emotional wellness.

Other
Because Kim likes to feel self-sufficient, she's learned to do things like troubleshoot computer problems and mend broken appliances for herself. She also took up carpentry during high school, and built herself a table that's only slightly wobbly.

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It had to be like ten 'o' clock in the morning...or was it later? Evan didn't know and he didn't care. A yawn rolled out of his mouth as he rolled over on the couch in the living room of the apartment he shared with Devin, his roommate who was still in his room sleeping.

Thud!

Failing to pay close attention, mostly due to the confusion caused by his hangover, Evan rolled too far over and ended up falling on the floor. Shocked away, Evan looked up at the clock on the wall to see that he had slept well into the afternoon. Fortunately, he was off from his mediocre job today. He let out another yawn and planted himself back down onto the couch. The television sat in front of him turned off. How was going to spend his free day? Would he surf through channels, play a video game, or maybe he would go outside for a walk? Evan mulled over the possibilities before deciding to go for the walk. The weather outside wasn't all that bad. Maybe he would finally have some good luck and met the girl of his dreams.

Speaking of good luck, Evan felt the pocket of his shorts only to discover that something small was inside. Funny, he didn't remember putting anything there. Then again he didn't remember much from the night before at all. Curious to see what it was, he slid his hand into his pocket, grasped the object, and pulled it out. He held the die between two of his fingers and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah," he said as it suddenly came back to him.

It was odd, he found the die lying on the ground out back of the apartment complex by the dumpster when taking out the garbage yesterday. It wasn't everyday that one found a die so he picked up and took it for himself. Plus, which was even odder, Evan recalled that he felt as if the die wanted him to pick it up. Putting the die back into his pocket, Evan got dressed, left his apartment, and headed towards the nearby park. Upon arriving he sat down on a bench and looked at the mysterious die in his palm.

Just what am I going to do with this thing? Evan wondered.

He wasn't much of a gambler. There were a group of guys who often played dice games in the park. That wasn't Evan's cup of tea for they were all risk with little promise of reward. But, if his die was rigged, then maybe he could use it to turn the tables in his favor and score him some extra money. Of course it was highly unlikely that the die he randomly found on the ground was tricky in any kind of way. Yet, Evan knew there was something special about it. It couldn't be just luck that he found the die sitting near the dumpster. Or maybe it was just another person in his building's trash that fell out of their bag when they went to throw it away.

As the saying goes - one man's trash is another man's treasure.

And with that thought in mind Evan rolled the die across the ground in front of him.

[Assistant]
"HO-LY SHIT."

Mark couldn't believe it. He'd just blinked, and it was like he was looking at a different person. He rubbed at his face, pulled at his ears, just to be certain. He ran back into his room and grabbed his phone again, and saw that there was a new message. As he opened the home screen, he also noticed the new app. It seemed like, rather than a text response, he could have just used the app to assign points on his own. But the person replying had done so so quickly, and he was seeing these results in real time without any waiting period...

He sank down to the floor, slowly, his back against the wall. His head was spinning.

"There's no way this is possible. But it happened. So it's real." he said, still talking to himself. "But...implications...consequences..."

Though it probably went under "intelligence," in terms of stats, another thing Mark prided himself on was being a logical thinker. Even when writing his book--no, perhaps especially when writing, given that he wrote fiction--everything had to have an internal, consistent logic. If A, then B.

"Okay, so. Unknown entity, tied to this die. Rolling the die was the trigger...for this series of events, anyway." he began. He put his phone face down on the floor and tilted his head up at the ceiling. "Possibility that the entity is only active when die are rolled, points are used, and quests are given or completed. But also possible that the entity has been active all along, and for some reason has only just now begun to interact with me. If this is God's way of trying to make up for how shit my life's been, he waited an awful long time..."

He looked back down at his phone's back, and shook his head.

"No. Gods work on divine providence. Not luck and random events. Whatever you are, X, you're no god. If you were, I still wouldn't follow you."

He picked up the phone and turned it over.

"Alright, here's a question for you, assuming you're somehow aware of what's going on around me. You knew about my new goal, so I guess you can hear me. My life has suddenly become like a video game. By doing these quests I can change whatever I want about myself. Awesome. And entirely too good to be free." He looked once more at the status screen on the app. He saw stats, and quests, and skills...He did not see "equipment."

"Question one: I walk in tall grass. Do monsters, or some other enemies, attack me? Question two: I meet another person who is in this situation. Do we have to fight each other? Question three: By using the power of the die already, have I sold my eternal soul and/or years off my life, anything like that, to a demon or other malignant entity? I've got more, tons more, but I have a feeling you're gonna be a cryptic asshole about it. In the books and games, faceless figures behind supernatural games tend to be like that."

[User]
Niel Grace
Sweet, phone guy was cool. Still three month prepaid was a bit much for his current cash. He'd defiantly need a job. Did that count as a new motivation? Whatever. Niel quickly shopped for some cleaning stuff with some of his valuable cash and freshened up at a pool shower. Then he took his nice clothes out of the bag he carried his few possessions in. "Never though I'd need these." Niel muttered to himself as he got dressed. He was decently respectable now. Technically he didn't need to wear them until, and if, he got interviewed but it didn't hurt to make a good impression on anyone who was watching. It didn't take long for him to find somewhere that was hiring, some sort of burger place. He whipped out a pen and filled it out, slowly but surely, then submitted it. Hm, not much to do now. He could work on the friend quest. Technically he could send like a few bucks back home but, A) He would feel bad B) Trying to use loopholes probably wasn't a good idea. Some quests just took a while, he could afford to wait. After all it wasn't like he'd had any plans before this. Niel changed back into his street clothes, set up his music box, and set down his hat. Preforming was his best skill, it'd be a shame not to use it right. Maybe he could make friends with one the people that came to watch.

[Assistant]
Kim wasn't enthused by X's response, but she hadn't been expecting anything different. She still didn't trust X, given that he/she/they/it was a mysterious being with unknown motivations and powers, but X didn't seem openly malevolent. Even if they were, their dice had incredible potential. Kim thought about all the things she'd told herself to accept, to give up on, because no amount of determination could change them. No matter what she did, she was biologically short - nothing she did could change her DNA. Even though she practiced more hours than anyone else, all her hard work had been useless in the face of other gymnasts' pure talent. Ultimately, most people lived mundane lives, achieving neither wealth or fame, making no mark on the world, and Kim was most people. She had forced herself to believe that it didn't matter that she was short and ugly, that she should give up on being a gymnast, and that she could be content with an boring, unspectacular existence. Perhaps that had even been true before, but now that she had the dice, Kim knew that she would never give up on herself. She had the power to be whoever she wished and do whatever she wanted, and she would grab it with both hands.

She opened up her phone and looked at the Quests tab again. Kim had thought that her interest in gymnastics was dead and gone, but attending one more competition wouldn't hurt. Maybe it would even reignite her passion; it wasn't too late to try again. If she remembered correctly, there was a regional-level competition going on at the gymnastics center across town. It was casual enough that anyone could just walk in and register without being part of a pre-approved team; that was good, since she only had a week to prepare. Kim headed out and took the bus over to the center, mentally preparing her training regime.

After she disembarked at the closest bus stop to the training center, Kim noticed a street performer with a music box. Normally, she wouldn't have stopped, but this young man was especially talented. She checked her watch - it was still early enough that the gymnastics center might not be open to the public yet. Since Kim had some extra time, she allowed herself to stand nearby and enjoy the performance. During a lull in the music, Kim stepped forward and dropped a bill into his hat.


[System]
Age: 27

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 125lbs

Nationality: Bloody American

Description: Danica stands average height with a lean and well-toned build. She has tan skin, ash brown hair that falls below her shoulders with wispy bangs that she usually wears in a ponytail. Her eyes are light green with starbursts of amber through them. Her hands are calloused as are her feet and she has a few scars running over various portions of her body. Her back is covered in a single large tattoo that starts at her lower back and ends over her shoulders. It is of a mountain cliff where a murder of crows is flying off from. It is completely black in color and has the words – Sometimes You Have To Fall before You Can Fly – in script at her right shoulder blade. She tends to wear black yoga pants and fitted sports tops under a grey hoodie with running shoes when not climbing, when climbing she just changes out her shoes.

Biography: Danica is a traveler by trade, working for an outdoor magazine that she writes for. Though she writes to make money she uses the job to pay for various trips around the world to keep her adrenaline junky nature in check. A skilled climber and base jumper she enjoy seeing new places and pushing her limits. She grew up in a small town in the U.S. and started fighting at a young age because there really wasn't anything else to do besides that or get drunk and race tractors. Neither of which she had any interest in.

After a few local Martial Arts Tournaments her grand master, a man who had moved from South Korea after the Korea War, saw she had a talent and a tenacity that could be channeled into something better than a brawl with her school mates. Over the next decade she trained every day after school and spent her weekends traveling around the U.S. for National and International Competitions for the W.T.F. and the U.T.A. She did well and even won a spot on the Junior Olympic Team where she won Silver in Forms and Bronze in Fighting as well as a Gold at U.S. Nationals when she reached adult age. She took years to earn her rank in T.K.D., spending time in Seoul South Korea at the Kukkiwon, The World Taekwondo Headquarters, training for a summer as part of an exchange program and earning her first Dan/Poom from them. During her travels for tournaments she met many people from all over the world, spending time with them over long trips and learning their languages and interests.

The one that she fell in love with the most was Rock Climbing. A friend of hers Luis who was from Colorado introduced her to the sport and after an injury during a tournament that prevented her from performing the aerial displays her sport was known for with proper technique she flipped from T.K.D. to rock climbing. She still practices T.K.D. in her home studio when she isn't out traveling but when she is on assignment you can find her at the closest cliff working her way up it. After a few years of traveling she got tired of climbing back down and decided to take up base jumping. She felt it was the best way to get down.

Though after years of climbing and jumping she has forced herself to take several first aid classes and wilderness survival lessons since she tends to climb alone or with just a photographer to remote locations. Several close calls and injuries forced to admit she isn't Wonder Woman, so she had to at least learn how to be a make shift Major Houlihan in the field. She has a love for older T.V. Shows and very corny movies, so half of what she says that comes off as witty is probably just a line from something she watched.

Possessions: Basic Rock Climbing Gear in a climbing pack she keeps on her – harnesses, climbing shoes, ropes, carabiners, belay equipment, Black Diamond Camelots and 2 Climbing Hammers(one for rock, one for ice)

Skills: Rock Climbing, Free Climbing, Base Jumping, First Aid, Wilderness Survival, T.K.D. - Speaks: English and Korean & Japanese

Personality: Danica is pretty laid back under normal circumstances but does tend to stress out from time to time. She can be the most caring and compassionate person but she has a typical Type A personality that makes her butt heads with those around her and she rarely keeps her opinion to herself. She is quick to trust

Photographer - Sean McConner

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Danica nodded towards Armend and then looked over towards Otis. "Well I'm Danica, follow us if you want to live type thing," she said before turning back to Armend and placing her hand on his shoulder. "Come on, the inquisition is over for now," she said with a smile before she walked over to Sean and took his hand, pulling him to his feet. "You have got to toughen up or I won't be the only one laying into you," she remarked before picking up his tripod and shoving it into his chest.

 Sean grumbled under his breath and Danica snapped around to look at him. "What was that?" she asked as she rose a brow.

 "Nothing," he answered and went back to mumbling. Danica just shook her head and followed Zomura to the compound; looking up at the walls and the gate. "Wonder if the gate is strong enough to hold out a horde or if it would be better to reinforce it somehow," she muttered to herself before walking through the gate with Sean in tow; letting out a low whistle as she looked around. "Got yourselves your own little paradise here, nice," she said as she continued to follow.

 Nodding towards Zomura as he said to make themselves at home; she found a place to sit down and took off her shoes, shaking out some gravel that had worked their way into them. Sighing she looked over to the group. Compounds were great, but they always seemed to be either over run by someone else later on or by Zombies that popped up within as people died from anything from illness to a trip down the stairs. At least that was how it worked in the movies and the shows.

 Leaning back Danica looked up for a bit, she had a lot of nervous energy running through her from the jump earlier in the day and everything else that had happened. Right now she wanted to find a rock face and just climb but she knew it wasn't an option. Sliding her shoes back on she looked around again, seeing Sean pacing and decided to just leave him alone for now.

[Assistant]
Armend almost laughed, "the inquision, vhat a show, oy oy."

 Before long the group had made it's way to a guarded gate. Armend was hoping for more of a large stone wall type deal, so immediately his mind started to think of fall back plans should the zombies figure out how to get around it.

 His eyebrows perked when the thought of a resupply entered his mind. Doubling up on equipment was definitely a good start to any apocalypse. The only problem was he had an ingrained distrust for people he didn't quite understand, as bad as that may sound, he couldn't shake it and he wasn't about to stroll around an armed base alone with such distrust. He looked at the tired looking group he had arrived with and decided to opt for the one he felt enough trust towards to lend her his gun.

 He reached out, blinking away a sudden forest breeze that rolled in from the tree tops, honeying his nostrils with a sweet aroma. Two gloved fingers touched her shoulder and he all but whispered, as if his idea was against some hidden rule.

 "Vant to make your thirty bullets to sixty?" He nodded towards a rather armory looking building of grey stone that contrasted against the soft pink blossoms of the cherry trees. He continued, "I vouldn't mind a better hand to hand veapon myzelf, just in case, yes."

[User]
Otis sighed, and nodded after seeing that the man in front of him finally lowered his weapon. "Alright, that's better." He shrugged. The southern female spoke to him one last time, before they headed out. "Otis Yates and I'll take you up on that offer. I do like living." He said, looking down and taking a gulp of his salive. The only thing that made him nervous right now was the fact that he couldn't get back to the Tokyo Garrison. It looked like he would be stuck in Japan for all of this zombie business.

He had not realized this little spat he had on the road was more and that this whole country was falling apart. It wouldn't be particularly exciting to live like this. Perhaps they could stop it before it hit the rest of the world. In the mean time, Otis needed to get back to his battalion. Seeming as there was thousands of hungry lunatics between him and the Tokyo Garrison, that was a little impossible.

When they arrived at the compound Otis let his weapon hang by one hand, strolling through the gate. He noted the men in suits wielding AKs. "Yakuza. Ahhhhh." He said. He continued to walk behind the group, until they were told of an armory. Otis's interest was aroused by this prospect and he bee-lined towards the building they had noted as an armory. "YUUUUUUS." He stepped up to the building and noted that there wasn't the army organization that he was so used to. With that, he stepped inside and looked around.

A grin appeared on his face. It was Christmas for the infantryman. A ton of weapons, all new and not abused. They all seemed to have good finish on them, probably hadn't been used by a thousand different people, and hadn't had the oblivion cleaned out of them. Otis looked through until he came to the most familiar weapon; an M249. "HAHA, FUCK NO." He diverted his attention to the weapon that would have the most ammo in Japan.

It was the Howa Type 89. He had looked up the equipment of the JGSDF long before he had come before. The Howa was the standard issue rifle for their military and probably the most ammo around the country, if any, was the 5.56. Of course that was for rifles. There ought to be a good amount of shotguns throughout the country, so he could count on finding ammo for that.

With that he took the Type 89, and started collecting magazines. They had the regular STANAG mags, so he was at least familiar with that. Otherwise, it might be something to get used to. Otis started loading all of the mags he had gathered. Next thing on the agenda was to find some kind of a magazine holder, something like a magazine bandoleer, or a field combat load carrier. He would look like some kind of partisan resistance fighter if he was wearing that.

"Alright, everyone go ahead and go full auto if you wanna DIE!" He said loudly, to anyone who was present with him in the armory.

[Assistant]
Danica sat up and unzipped her hoodie, shrugging it off her shoulders before laying it over her lap and taking a moment to enjoy the air. Feeling a touch to her shoulder she glanced over to see Armend there and tilted her head at his words before glancing over towards the armory building before looking back over to him. "That sounds like a good idea, the Swartz is strong with you," she said with a laugh before standing up and tying the hoodie around her waist and retrieving the gun he had given her. "I need something I can put this in other than my pack anyways. A holster or something would be a lot better than a jacket pocket," she said as she picked up her pack and slung it over her shoulder.

Turning she made her way towards the armory before glancing over towards Sean. "You may want to trade out that tripod for something a bit more durable," she said before continuing on her way. Sean looked over to her and nodded as he began to follow suit.

 "Looks like you won't be able to add to your ink work for a while," Sean quipped as he walked up next to her and touched her back; narrowing her eyes slightly as she reached back and grabbed his hand twisting it around and pushing him away. "Bloody hell woman!"

 "I have told you for six years, your mits don't touch me Irish," she snapped before looking over to Armend and pointing to Sean. "Darth Helmet," she said with a smirk before patting him on the shoulder. "And your Lonestar," she said chuckling slightly and pushing her way into the armory and glancing around. Stopping in her tracks as she heard Otis and perking a brow. "Wow, we got Scarface in here. Should we say hello to your little friend?" she said as she laughed before walking further into the armory and taking a look around.

[User]
Armend laughed as he snagged a cylinder flashbang to replace the one he had tossed at the warehouse, sliding it next to two others and three fragmentation grenades. He shook his head and smiled, opening a box of ammunition and turned to face Danica, "Does zat make you prinzess Vespa?" He joked.

 After stuffing and replacing his spare clips with 5.56 he slide them back onto his suit and walked by Danica to check out a few of the more historic weapons the Yakuza had hanging from the walls. He gripped the handle of one of the hanging japanese swords and lifted it from it's place, "I zee your Zwartz is as big as mine!" He joked as he weighed it in his palm. The blade flashed in the air, catching what light there was to offer. It seemed extremely sharp and the make well balanced, he figured it would do well as a last resort weapon. With an approving look on his face he started looking around for a way to carry it on himself.

 His fingers brushed by a leather holster fit for a pistol and he tossed it back towards Danica while he continued his search, "for the gun."

[Assistant]
Danica looked over to Armend and laughed lightly. "Funny, I don't look druish," she said in a gentle voice as she began to comb through what was available in the armory; raising a hand and catching the holster that he tossed her. Placing it around her waist and letting it ride above her hip before sliding the gun securely on place she smirked. "Just like Blazing Saddles?" she asked as she pretended to draw, making a gun out of her hand, pointing two fingers towards Sean. "Reach for the sky!"

 Sean became startled and jumped pulling the trigger of a a gun he was holding and shooting himself in the foot. Danicas hands came to her mouth swiftly as she gasped. Sean dropped the gun on the table and started jumping around on one foot before falling to the ground. "Mother of Mary, Jesus Christ, hail Mary, fucking Christ on a cracker!" He screamed.

 Danica stood there frozen in shock for a moment before she began to chuckle, keeping her hands to her mouth; the chuckle slowly turned into outright laughing mirth as she fell to her knees, one hand on a table and the other holding her side as she continued to laugh uncontrollably, tears streaming down her cheeks as she gasped for air and her face turned blood red.


[System]
This is... I'm Ryobi, one of the guards at Omega Prison. Found a minute, thought we would need some record of the hell that just happened here. Jeez... sorry, still trying to collect my thoughts here. They broke out, tore up the whole fucking place. Half the people I know on this station are probably dead. I'm hiding out in this vent shaft for now.

Probably should tell you about myself, just in case this gets out. Ryobi Ito, born in a little town called Tokyo, dunno if you heard of it. Kinda sucked in school, not that I'm dumb or anything. Just didn't see a point in learning grammar or history. Did fine with math and science. Also English. Joined the MPs when I was -- oh, military police if you didn't know. Joined em when I turned 18, no point in going to a university. Came here about 11 years ago when I was ... shit, am I that old? Guess I was 23 then. 34 now.

Here I am, telling you my life story like it matters. Prison riot broke out while I was off-duty. Like anyone worth their salt, I rushed in to see if I could help. Didn't exactly take the time to grab all of my gear, figured they would at least guard the weapons locker. By the time I got here, the inmates had gotten loose and were swarming everywhere. From the sound of gunfire, pretty sure they got to the weapons locker first.

But I'm smart, resourceful. I can use pretty much any weapon, probably can figure it out if I haven't used it before. I'm fit, got about 100 kilos of muscle on me, 190 centimeters. That's a few inches over six feet and two hundred something pounds for you imperial fucks. I know my way around this station like the back of my hand, hell, spent my first year swabbing all of these vent shafts. I know where they keep the food, spare munitions, where the control room is, all of that. Got pretty chummy with the warden too, so I know where she lives. Don't tell my wife.

Shit... Sayako. And my kid Benji. They're back home... Benji's only ten years old, hasn't even been off the station yet. Cart got swarmed by them thugs just a few minutes after I left it, so I've got no way back but by foot. Hopefully they leave the civs out of this. Fat chance of that. If I know the inmates, a lot of them were tossed in this hellhole due to hostage situations. Most of the rest of those assholes were serving hard time for serial rape and murder. They didn't toss just anyone into Omega Station. This place is meant to be impregnable.

The good news is that there aren't gonna be any shuttles docking at the station for a while. The place only restocks every few weeks, and we just got a shipment the other day. The bad news is that now I'm locked in here with them too.

If anyone gets this message, the main thing I want to say... you know there's no way they could have gotten out on their own. No fucking way. This place is locked up tighter than a nun's ass. That means there had to be some help from the inside. My main question is how far up does it go? How many were in on it? Can't trust anyone now.

There's a reason why they waited for me to be off-duty, I'm sure. If they didn't take me out while I wasn't looking, I would have gone down swinging. Well, fuckers, you should have killed me in my sleep cause I'm coming for you. I'm coming for every last one of you bitches that helped them escape. And I'm going to make sure all those guys who died, all the civs who get hurt? You're gonna pay for it. And whoever's at the top, I'll make sure you pay for every last one of them. One of us ain't leaving this station alive.

Yeah... so uh... End Recording, I gue--

Civilian clothes: T-shirt, jeans, leather jacket, white socks, and a pair of comfortable sneaker-style boots.
Badge: picture identification and ID chip for access into low clearance areas.
Wallet: Photo ID/license, ATM card, picture of wife and son, card with emergency medical information written on it (blood type, insurance, etc), $30 cash in ten dollar bills, gym membership card - not filled out, coupon for half-off a soda - expired 6 months ago.
Keys: house, vandalized golf cart, work locker.
Phone: no service or wifi access, only good as an audio recorder. Battery at 74%.

From Jan's office:
Duty belt with pistol, baton, pepper spray, flashlight, pass keys, and multitool. Two boxes of ammo, one half full (about 70 rounds)
Backpack with Jan's phone, mp3 player, journal, pepper spray, and hand sanitizer, as well as a small bag of Jan's personal items.

Left behind in Jan's office in a locked drawer:
Makeshift knife from Lilian Gardea's cell, Jan Pryce's wallet and other personal effects.

[User]
"What are you thinking?"

Ryobi looked incredulously back at the person who had asked the question. "You're insane. Completely insane."

"He said so himself. Get on her good side, and you'll go far. So, get on her good sides. You've always excelled at that."

Ryobi shook his head, unable to fully comprehend what was being said. "I'm not going to sleep with Jan. That's ridiculous. Just be happy with what we've got for once."

"I've never been one to be content with normalcy. You know that. I take what I can get. That's how I got you. That's how you got your job. And that's how we'll get on top, just like the Captain said. You're not going to flake on me now, are you?"

Ryobi sighed and looked over at the sleeping toddler nearby. "Of course not, Sayako. I'd do anything for you. You know that."

Sayako approached, a broad smile filling her face. "I'll always love you, Ryobi-kun."

"I love you too."

~ = + = ~

Ryobi rested his forehead on the window pane, looking over the station. This was too much. He thought he could handle it if he looked at his deceased friends as bodies instead of people. That quickly proved to be impossible. A tear rolled down his cheek, and he wiped it away, hoping Jan didn't notice. "They must have had to kill each other," Ryobi replied quietly. "At this point, I don't care why or who was at fault. We need to keep moving."

He drew in a deep breath before pushing away from the window. "Can you lock out system controls from here? Shut everything down: airlocks to the ports, elevators, anything nonessential. We need to keep the prisoners away from the civilians, and we need to make sure the doctor's okay. After that, we'll just round up the prisoners, get them back in the cells, and re-open the station."

His grip tightened around the handle of the pistol at his side. "Easy, huh? What could possibly go wrong? We've got to make this right, no matter what."

[Assistant]
I N C O M I N G M E S S A G E

- Captain and Benton are out. Gris and Davis next. Standby.

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Janetta didn't fail to notice his gesture, but didn't think any less of him for it, at all. In fact, it pushed her that much closer to shedding her own tears, though they seemed to just crowd up in her eyes and refuse to fall out. She blinked slowly to clear her vision, allowing them to slide down her cheeks freely as she reached over and placed a hand on his bicep. There was a squeeze of comfort before her hand returned to her side - all the while she kept her gaze ahead of her.

"It just doesn't make sense..." she practically whispered in response. But she didn't press the issue. If Ryobi didn't want to talk about it, or didn't want to know, she would keep her thoughts to herself for now. It wouldn't change anything, anyway. Why waste the breath?

Jan seemingly snapped out of her reverie at his request. She nodded, frustratedly wiping her face dry as she turned back towards the control panels. Kitt had wandered to the opposite side of the room and had been quiet, either waiting for further instruction or simply at a loss for words. "Yeah, easy as pie." She couldn't bring herself to mention that nothing would make this right at this point; even if they could tear those fuckers from limb to limb. The newly appointed Captain of the station sighed deeply, forcing her emotions off as she made her way back toward the bodies.

"I'll lock the ports and shut down the grids for the carts," she said as she stepped between her fallen comrades to take place at the controls. Her hands moved around the dials and the keypad while the screen above her matched her commands. "We'll need an elevator to get down the levels, so I'll cut power from all of them except for the one we have up here with us." She was pressing a few more keys, securing control of the sole elevator now available, when something caught her eye. There, at the top corner of the screen.

The security feed for the port to Home Bay. Burchill was probably watching before... it happened. "Ryobi... Look." On the screen, the figures of Carillo, the Sterling siblings, and Fukuda could be seen idling in the visitation lounge. They all seemed to be talking, though the feed didn't provide audio, so who knew what they were saying. It seemed apparent that they were trying to swipe an access card to open reception, but it wasn't working. "They must have already locked down the Bay," she said, squinting up at the video. Nothing would be getting through there short of an explosive, so the two would be rest assured that Home Bay was safe for now. "Thank god."

[User]
At the sight of the security feed, hope began to return to Ryobi where despair had previously taken hold. He rushed to the console to get a glimpse. "Yes... if we can see the Lounge... What other feeds can you show me?" he asked, excitement evident for the first time in a long time.

"If we can, we should check on the doctor, Home Bay, hell, cycle all the cameras. Maybe we'll see something useful." Ryobi leaned in over the console, pressing against Jan slightly in his haste. When he realized he had done so, one arm reached out to embrace her in a sort of half-hug. "They might have numbers and a head start, but we've got all the advantages. We've got you and me. We'll get through this, alright?"

[Assistant]
Janetta's brows pulled together as her hand toggled the switch making the camera feeds the central focus of the screens. This was a lead. Leads were good. She was in the midst of typing in commands to trigger the ability to cycle through them when she felt Ryobi's arm wrap around her. The sensation of touch was strange and out-of-place, especially in the context of such a morbid scene. Their boot soles were covered in the blood of their dead comrades and their faces were illuminated by the figures of their inmates on the big screen; but Jan welcomed the gesture without resistance anyway, pausing for a moment to lean against the only reason she was keeping her composure at the moment. She remained there for a few seconds, before nodding her head and lifting a hand to graze her fingertips lightly against his jawline.

"This is why I keep you around, Ito. Someone's gotta be optimistic," she murmured before returning her attention to the feeds. Soon they were staring at empty hallway after empty bay, finally landing on the one from the med bay:

The room was still, save for the sleepy blinking of lights on certain machines. Two med bots stood near a closet-looking door at the far end of the room, appearing to be off as they weren't moving. Slumped in a heap on the floor was a body, and even from the somewhat low-resolution of the video it was obvious that this body was badly beaten and bleeding. Standing above was another figure, shoulders moving up and down as if they were breathing heavily. In the clenched fist of the figure glinted a metallic object - perhaps a scalpel? A few more breaths passed, the figure looking this way and that way as if searching for something... Before suddenly whipping around towards the camera, revealing that it was Officer Gris. His face looked distorted, and though nothing was outwardly wrong aside from several scratches and a growing shiner, there was definitely something off about his demeanor. He took one more sweeping glance around the doctor's office before storming off to the right of the screen and out of the room.

"Shit..." Jan breathed, and as she was about to change the feed, the bots came alive and stepped aside as the closet doors opened and out stepped a nervous Dr. Widmher, eyes wide with horror at the pile on the floor that had to be Officer Davis. She cupped a hand over her mouth, looking as if she were about to throw up as she stepped around the body and gingerly made her way toward the exit, followed by her two bots.

"She's alive. Thank fucking god. But Gris is still out there... We need to find her before he does. Or any of the other inmates." Right. There was still the matter of the psychos they were normally in charge of. Great.

[User]
With the sight of Lucian's crumpled body, nearly all of the optimism in Ryobi dissipated immediately. Davis had been a long-time friend of his, and they were closer than nearly anyone else on the station. And now he was very likely dead. "Gris?" Ryobi muttered, unable to believe the evidence before his eyes. "Why would Gris... He's always been such a nice guy. This makes no sense. Did he ever complain to you?" Ryobi turned to Jan, hoping the Warden might have some insight. "No, wait. We need to get moving. Tell me on the way."

Ryobi let his eyes pass over the former Captain and let out a sigh. "We should lock this door. Burchill has a key to his office, right? If we lock it, then people won't be able to get in easily and mess with station controls." He stepped back to Burchill, finally breaking the embrace he so desperately needed. "And to think, I told Sayako last week that things were starting to get a little boring and routine. Not anymore, huh?" He rummaged through the Captain's pockets, trying to remove the identity of his actions from his mind. It wasn't easy for him, and every action was forced, even his footsteps towards the body. "This was not how I wanted to spend my day off, Warden," he called back, attempting to maintain his glib exterior despite the sinking feeling in his stomach. "You always know how to screw with my vacations, it seems."

A few seconds of grim searching revealed the captain's key card, which Ryobi picked up and held out towards Jan. "You should take this and keep it safe, Captain. Let's lock this place up and get going. The doc needs us as soon as we can get there." He cast a look back to the monitors wistfully. "Hopefully we can come back soon and get more information, but there's no time now."


[System]
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Physical Description:
* Height: 5'8"
* Weight: 154 lbs
* Hair color: Brown
* Eye color: Blue
* Tattoo / Scars: n/a

Casually, his style is reminiscent of growing up on a boat. Around the tower, he is often seen just wearing shorts and an unbuttoned shirt. His clothes tend to ere more on the worn and old kind, with even his new clothes seeming distressed. Preferring nautical styles, he often roles up long pants when he wears boat shoes, to expose his ankles.
When fighting crime, he tends to keep his style reminiscent of his mother.

GIFT :
Son of Themysceria
Being of Amazonian descent, Lance is strong enough to lift small cars and bend metal, fast enough to move at/beyond the high-way speed limit, durable enough to withstand being thrown off tall buildings. Making him more powerful than an ordinary human, but still much weaker than a full-blooded, mature Amazonian. While he does possess the capability to grow stronger, but he won't reach his peak for another six years, at least.
Being the Son of Wonder Woman, and considered the heir to the Sons of Themyscira, he was been given several Godly Gifts, forged by Hephaestus.

Bracers Designed by Jason and forged by Hephaestus, the Bracers of Zeus are Lance's primary Godly gift. They allow him to generate lightning in his hands and hurl the bolts like his grandfather and namesake of the bracers.

The Aegis of Athena is Lance's shield. Since he is not yet fully adept at 'bullets and bracers' he relies more on using the shield to protect himself. The shield is very light, yet nearly indestructible. It can also be used as a throwing weapon, nearly always bouncing back to Lance.
Very similar to Wonder Woman's Golden Lasso of Truth, however, less powerful. It cannot force someone, to tell the truth, but they are more likely to. Giving someone bound by it, a predisposition to being truthful. It is silver in colour, compared to Wonder Woman's Gold.

Gift Limitations : Piercing Damage While he is more durable than a normal human, this is mostly applied to blunt and slashing damage. Most piercing damage will bypass his durability more effectively. Small arms, like pistols, leave a pretty substantial bruise, while larger guns can punch a hole through him. Hence why he tends to use his bracers and shield to defend himself.
Relience on Godly Gifts As helpful as the gifts are, they do present their own weakness. They are linking spiritually to Lance, and as such, can be used against him using the right magic. Additionally, should one get broken, he will permanently lose some power. If all are broken, he will be rendered mortal, and have lost all of his powers forever.
Skills :
* Shield Fighting
* Hand to Hand Combat
* Fishing
* Boating
* Equestrian, and by extension motorcycles
* Throwing
* Novice Enginering

Brief History
Lance Prince is the son of Diana Prince, Wonder W@oman, and Bruce Wayne, Batman, but Brice doesn't know. It was the result of their long on-again, off-again relationship. Bruce got Diana pregnant, but she didn't want him finding out. So, she pulled some strings and hid out on Themysceria to carry the child to term. With the child born, she sent the baby boy to live with her twin brother Jason. The reason for the deception was because Diana didn't want that extra stress on the relationships within the League. So, she started concocting a story. When the Justice League found out about her son, staying with Jason, she told them that he was her son with Thomas Tresser. That they had rekindled a relationship after working together with the DMA.
Lance was raised by his uncle on a fishing boat. Taught how to survive at sea, and keep his powers under control. Until he turned twelve when Jason believed it was time for the boy to learn what it meant to be an Amazonian, and Son of Themysceria.
First, he took the boy to Hephaestus's forge. The god and Jason helping Lance create his Godly Gifts.
Now with his bracers, shield and lasso, Jason dropped him off at Themyseceria. Once there, the twins had a heated discussion about whether or not Lance should be trained as an Amazonian. She wanted her son to live a quiet normal life but conceded that he was Amazonian by birth, and to deny that heritage would be to deny himself. So, he was trained among the other Amazonian children on the island.
When he turned eighteen, Diana gave him a choice. He could join the Teen Titans and start following in her footsteps to hopefully become a member of the Justice League, stay on Themysceria and be raised as a Son of Themysceria to protect the island and its people, or leave the island and live a normal life. Of course, no matter what he chose, the decision wasn't going to be final. Just a way to get him thinking about what he wanted to do. So, he chose to join the Teen Titans.

[User]
The Gamer

 Charles would be thinking about how to get by without causing a panic with his ability when he suddenly heard a voice causing him to jump, seeing the drone his eyes would narrow but then hearing what it said he sighed. He nodded "yes, thank you" he stated before following the drone to the water craft. He knew this was going to be something he had to get use to, but he was more afraid of people getting harmed just from him being near them.

[Assistant]
Wendy looks at Tyrion and signs saying "I am hoping for 5 but at present counting you we have three, one of them is Wonder Boy Diana's son... He's with Trinity right now so they should be here soon.

Then she moves close enough to lean on him and in a sweet voice asks "Are you sure you can't talk her into joining, the team could use a girl that can press 25 tons and shrug off small arms fire" then she hip checks him and sighs.

Wendy knows Trinity is a Pacifist and that her lucrative contract with Drifter requires she avoid fights but honestly wishes it wasn't so because Trin is one of the most grounded young person she knows.

[User]
Tyrion nodded as Wendy answered his question. Before he could comment the beautiful girl leaned on him, blush starting to creep up his cheeks. It wasn't till after her hip bounced off his, that Coyote recovered his voice.

"You know Trin. Stubborn as possible and…" Ty shrugged. "She'd never forgive herself if she patted some poor cop on the shoulder too hard."

Ty knew that part of his twin still felt bad about the bed she destroyed when she 'flowered'. Going too hard and accidentally hurting anything would ruin his sister. She'd second guess everything she planned from that point forward.

And Tyrion couldn't let that happen any more than he could wear the Two Bears name and not try to make the world a better place. Couldn't follow his father and grandfather's footsteps into the military (yet) and lacked his sister's talents. So fighting crime was how he would do it, for now.

Before he could say anything further the sound of the door sliding open grabbed his attention. "Speak of the devil." He said with a smirk.

[Assistant]
Glory piloted the little craft that carried Charles towards the Titan's docks sliding past the hull that contained her mainframe. The Yacht was a 265 foot Twin hulled hydrofoil that looked as if it were already in motion; near it were several smaller craft several that were twins of the one that carried Charles.

The little crafts parking spot was easy to spot as it was the only berth that was empty and it bumped gently into an inflated fender as two slender robotic arms reached out and attached cables to the boat's stanchions.

"We have arrived sir if you will please follow my drone it will lead you directly to Wendy."

The small drone that and contacted him hovered off the boat and towards stairs.

(You can follow it right to the others then post; they are standing in the lounge reception area)

[User]
The Gamer

 Charles stayed silent for the trip, mostly because he isn't sure what he should say to the person helping him. When they arrived to the docks, he'd be both surprised and not at the same time from all the crafts and even the yacht causing him to sigh, he listened to her instructions causing him to nod, "Thank you for the help" he tells Glory before climbing onto the docks and following the drone into the tower.

 Charles would look at the simple designs of the hallways that he knew he was going to be much more familiar with soon, he started to have second thoughts about this, mostly because of his own fears. But he braces himself instead of giving up taking a deep breath before he arrives to the lounge reception area.

 After walking in Charles would take in the room before looking at the people before him, he would first notice Wendy mostly because of her skintight outfit, which would cause his face to turn slightly red making him quickly look away from her as his Gamer's mind calms him down. He would take in account both people in front of him before speaking out. "Greetings, name's Charles... I take it this is the 'team'" he says as he walks in the room from the door.

[Assistant] "So, this is the team?" Lance asked as he looked around the room. Nodding at Wendy. "Mum says hi, Wendy. He sighed. Taking off his backpack, and pulling out his bracers. Sliding them onto his wrists, he exhaled deeply, as if a heavyweight had been lived from his shoulders. "Feel naked without those things." He said to no one in particular. Flashing a smirk at Trinity. Turning to the boy who had introduced himself. Nodding an acknowledgement. "Good morning, Charles." Turning to the rest of the group. "As I am sure some of you already know..." He glared at Wendy for a second before continuing to address the whole group. "I'm Lance.

[User]
@Sanity43217@olcharlieboi For Lance Wendy is the girl the Queen adored and liked in short visits because she's connected with Aphrodite and stirs the youth there. There too is Trinity and all he knows about her is that she followed the meta human pacifists and has been on news shows a couple of times and a guy favors her so it's plain they are brother and sister.

Then there's Charlie; you don't know him from Adams House Cat.

For Tryion She's the alpha that can chat with anyone and generally charm them. Wendy has told you Lance was his mother's son but not who the hell Charlie is only that she hoped he was coming on board not because he pushed the numbers up but his powers what ever it is, no explanation

To Charles maybe seen the Lance guy on the news or some form of media, he's wonder woman's kid. Then there is the dark haired brother and sister, nothing. Wendy you'd have to be dead to not know, she's the first meta human to openly model as what she is. She that girl TMZ wants and says can print what she's wearing under her clothes, tuned out because she was the under ware super model, still in the top 3 and the Model for the Jessica Winters Concrete Kittens Video game series one of the better Fanservices and you are a true gamer a hidden power boost that means she gets a perfect set of magical that along with a weapon that contains something called the Warriors stone and other general typical pg stuff like a Disney star

Wendy knows your secrets because the Justice league gave her all your stats just like 70 others spread around the world in your age group.

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Okay that's in my own silly words what I as GM see's you all know about each other, we can make altered versions

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Wendy looks first towards Lance giving him that smile the older women of the Isle called the smile of Troy and trouble

Then her eyes settle on Charles "Hello Gamer first off welcome to the Titans Compound. I am either Wendy or Blondie and the sort of appointed Captain; these guys know me.

I encounter all kinds of freaky stuff here at the western edge of the Triangle and we need an adaptable guy

Lance is a trained warrior but with only a little practical application like the rest of us.

This is Tryion or callsign Coyote and he can whip Bruce and Jet Lees but nearly anyone in the martial arts world at his age, I spar with him and I am sure any of you could if you ask him. He can also mimic powers for short bits making helping him understand yours a good Idea in most cases where doubling your power output can end things quick or that ordinarily would be almost too much.

That's Trinity our Grounds Engineer and Tyrion's Twin sister; she connected to the suppliers that you can access and if you want something special; she can also bench a truck but is a Pacifist unless in self defense.

Well encase you don't know I am Perfect Geneticly meaning my power is the perfect human female form meaning I can run at 65 k, break all kinds of world records"

Giggles and even blushes a bit in her shinny skin tight racing coverall and riding armor like the Motorcycle guys wear at the track.

"Make money and give the group a good public media face; if any of you ever want to do some modeling for money let me know; invest in stocks

[Assistant] "Succinct. I like it." Lance nodded. "So, gamer..." He said turning to Charlie. "If he's a cheap knock off, and she's perfect, what is it you do?" He said gesturing to the other two as he mentioned them. Glancing at Coyote. "No offense." He added with a nod. "I'm sure you'll put me in my place during a sparring match." Turning his attention back to Charlie. Awaiting an answer.


[System]
Age: 29
Height: 6
Weight: 180

Nationality: Kosovar Shqiptar
(Une Jam Shqiptar!)

Bio: The year is 1998, and the KLA are in a bloody conflict with the Serbians. Schools are bombed, government buildings destroyed. Women, children, and the old are lined up in death camps and destroyed. What able bodied men are left take up arms, or create their own sick devices, and the bloodiest terrorist war of Europe post ww2 rages.

 Young men from all over Kosovo are forced into combat, and forced still to watch the Serbians rage through their land. The dreaded Scorpions enact countless war crimes across the land, and boys are born into men by fire and brimstone.

 Nearly two decades later some of these boy veterans find their skills for hire by the rest of the world and private clients. These are the Albanian hit squads, and ex KLA Armend Sotir is one of a team of six, hired for revenge on a Shqiptar Mafia Baba's missing nephew, last seen bumming around japan, and supposedly abducted for unknown reasons.

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Armend looked around before grabbing a soft metal file used to get the bur off the edges of the hanging blades. He knelt down by Sean's foot and slid of his shoe. Blood was trickling out of a large hole in his once white sock, and Armend looked up at the irishman with distaste.

 "You know," Armend started slowly, "dey make powder vor shoe odors."

 When he got little in terms of a reply from the gagged man he shook his head and tried not to think about the foot odor as he brought a lighter under the file. It took a few minutes, and the humming of "putting on the ritz" before the file's end turned a cherry red under the intense heat of the continuous fire.

 He looked up to Sean, "do you vant to do it? Learn a little willpower in the face of pain?"

 His eyebrow cocked, then he realized he wasn't going to get an answer from the incredulous man and decided to just get it over with. The metal hissed on the melting skin as Armend pinched the wound with one hand, and maneuvered the metal in the other. He worked quickly and expertly on pinching and sealing the wound. He even lifted the man's foot to check the side the bullet had escaped from, closing the wound completely after scraping out flakes of the lead.

 "I vouldn't run around for a little," Armend said grimly, "if you can avoid it."

[Assistant]
Tzu tapped the glass of the window and the driver started up again and the cavalcade continued on through the streets running over zombies left and right. Then the driver made a turn around the bin and eventually on a dirt path through the woods. The pathe eventually turned to gravel as the limo and several other cars made its way through. Eventually they made it to the gates and the gates opened taking them with in the Yakuza compound. Once the pulled to a stop he gestured to the door beside the manager. "Get out,... don't forget to hold the door for the lady" He said. He waited for both of them to exit before exiting himself and then he looked to the guards at the gate. "Initiate complete lock down and disable the buttons at the gate. " He said and the guards nodded and went off to do just that.

 He began to look for his nephew and found him he did in the armory where a wounded was being treated. He rose a brow and Zomura just shrugged. "Don't ask Uncle,..." He said and Tzu nodded.
"When your all finished here meet me in the dining building." He said and then left them there to their devices.

Zomura decided to follow his uncle Yumiko following right behind him. Zomura just wanted to be with his uncle at the time. Plus all this excitement made him hungry and he could not wait to eat right now.

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Danica smirked as Armend mentioned the foot powder. "I have been telling him that for years but he never listens," she said as she glanced back over to Sean. "Okay man, brace yourself, this is gonna suck," she warned as she pinned hos shoulders down with her elbows and locked his legs in place with her thighs; trying not to laugh as Armend hummed.

 Sean's eyes widened as he watched Armend and attempted to scream as his wound was cauterized but could only manage muffled cries of pain as Armend worked; trying to flail bit Danica kept him pinned in place until Lonestar was done working. Once he was Danica hopped up and grabbed her bag, pulling out a first aid kit and bandaged his foot up.

 "There you go twinkle toes," she said before putting her stuff back in her bag, grabbing a few more clips and a katana for good measure before looking over at Armend. "I think we need to give him the raspberry," she said with a laugh as she made her way towards the dining building as she snatched her hoodie from Sean's mouth; who was still laying on the floor whimpering.

 "Bloody hell, help me up woman!" Sean grumbled and Danica just kept walking. They were safe for now it seemed, he could deal with this himself for a while.

[Assistant]
Otis shrugged at Zomura's comment on the Irishman, and said, "Whatever you say, babe." He gave a hearty laugh after his words. He held his firearm in one hand, pointed towards the ceiling. "But I'll follow you, boss. For now. Till the army shows up." He said.

His attention was suddenly diverted towards the display of cutlery on the wall. Something that piqued his interest was the kukri knife. "Ohhh?" He grinned mischievously as he took it from the wall. He let his firearm hang by the sling as he unsheathed the knife. It was as beautiful and sharp as ever and he took an instant liking to it. He sheathed it and attached it to his field load carrier. He looked exactly the way he thought he looked; like a partisan fighter.

"I would say I feel badass, but I always feel badass." He picked up his gun in hand, and followed behind Zomura, turning and walking backwards out of the armory. "Let's leave Sean, his name, yes? Here, in the compound. He can do administrative work or something, like cleaning and cooking. It's safer. We don't need more zombies to fight."

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"No one dares give you the raspberry, yes?" Armend laughed as he saluted Armend before walking off behind Danica, eager to fill his stomach with what he could before the scene turned dark and rather tasteless dinners conquered their afternoons.

 He slung the sword he retrieved across his back next to his rifle, and shifted in his armored suit a little as he walked, getting used to the increase in weight after his resupply. After a few steps everything seemed to fall and place, and his suit felt as home as a cotton blanket under the autumn moon, only this could actually keep night time monsters at bay.

 A small creeped across his lips as he thought about how silly it would be fighting monsters with blankets, but how sillier it would be if it worked. Suddenly he was thinking about how one could fight with a blanket. Maybe as a distraction to catch the offenders off guard, or as a cushioned shield against blows when wrapped around the arm.

 He snapped out of his thoughts suddenly, and his eyes blurred and fixed back onto reality. He coughed, "I vonder vhats for dinner." He said trying to find something worth while to focus on.

[Assistant]
"Of course not, they'll go plaid if they do," Danica joked as she wandered into the dining hall, glancing around at her surroundings as she laced her hoodie back around her waist before taking a seat. They had shelter for now, a wall between them and whatever hordes lay out there, food, weapons and people. It seemed to fall into place but she wondered just how long it would last. These type of holdings never seemed to last long in the movies or the T.V. shows and the sad fact of the matter was that it wasn't usually the zombies that were the biggest issue. It was the people themselves. Even in instances where a group truly bonded and looked out for each other, there were always others that came along to disturb that peace, thinking they could just snatch it away and it would be theirs. They were usually always wrong. Human nature, no matter the situation, always seemed to be the biggest issue and the rest was just decoration for the scenario.

 Looking around at the group, they seemed to be well rounded enough and thankfully were able to communicate with each other though things perhaps would get lost in translation over time. Sliding her elbow along the table, she rested her head in the palm of her hand and sat there; drumming the finger of her free hand on the cool surface as she thought. Glancing over towards Otis she nodded slightly to his earlier comment about Sean. "Yeah, probably would be best if he wasn't on the outside. The man can climb right along-side me up a vertical rock face and not break a sweat; but seems he would just cause more issues out there than in here. I swear if I hear him scream again I am going to duct tape his mouth shut," she groaned slightly.

 Sean had been her photographer for years and she depended on him to help her get the job done but the job was different now. She doubted she was going to be conquering any mountains anytime soon or need any photographs for a travel article. Seeing the sites of Toyko without being bitten might not be the exactly what the magazine was looking for anymore. Then again, who knows, might be able to trade ammo for a survival brochure soon.

 Rolling her head slightly on the palm of her hand she looked over towards Armend and smiled. "After this morning, hopefully not noodles," she said with a slight laugh and then cringed inwardly as she thought back to Sean losing his breakfast after she killed the zombie on the way to the compound. She could gut a creature without flinching, dead people didn't bother her; a person upchucking though was never a fun experience to her.

 "If we are going to be here long term, or even have the hope of being here long term, we might want to keep an eye out for seeds when we are on runs. You know, like a garden center or a home improvement place. Somewhere we can get seeds, repair things like cement, fencing, etc. Once the stores run out of items we will have to grow things ourselves. And we have no idea if this zombie disease is going to affect wildlife, so the meat supply might dwindle quickly as well. Hate to say it but we may have to go red neck at one point; you know grow food and herd our own animals to keep going," she commented as her finger drew spirals over the table top. "That and a way to collect and purify water for drinking. We have no idea how long this will last, might as well plan for the long run. "

 Meanwhile Sean had finally managed to make it to his feet, using his tripod as a makeshift cane and eventually hopping into the dinning hall. Seeing Danica he grumbled a bit before he hobbled over to a free spot away from the rest of the group and collapsed into a chair; pulling another chair over to him he was able to prop her injured foot into it and just tried to remain quiet. He felt like a complete fool the way he had screamed earlier and the incident with the gun was likely to make him look like the weakest link, which in his mind meant that he would be first to be offered up for zombie chum.

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Zomura proceeded into the kitchen, the tables and seats in the eating chambers of the building were different then most. The chairs where pillows and he tables for eating were like trays almost. He began to prepare something for their little gang and started by steaming up some rice. While that proceeded he began to pull out some beef and cut it into strips and began to boil it. Yumiko took a seat and just watched him cook. While the beef began to cook and boil he began to chop up various vegitables such as a few peppers, a couple onions, and even some cabbage and then tossed it into a frying pan once he had it all done. He then proceeded to add a few spices to it giving it a little kick.
Once it was done he turned the fryers down to a simmer and then drained the water to the beef and added it in. Stiring it around until it was mixed in.

 He then began chopping some raw fish as well for sushi incase anyone wanted it. IT was fine sliced salmon recently brought in from the fish markets. He then checked the rice and nodded. He then proceeded to put that said rice into bowls putting the main entree on a dish and then took them out and placed them on trays. He then took out a seperate tray which held the sushi.
The meal looked like something you would get from Panda express only this time it was made in a country that actually cooked the stuff.

 Zomura took to slices of the sushi and placed it on his rice. Yumiko moved to sit close by. "Can you pass the sushi?..." She asked him and he did so. She took a two slices and put one on her rice while she proceeded to stuff her mouth with the other. It was good and she almost forgot how hungry she was earlier. The food quickly reminded her of it.

[Assistant]
The manager got out of the limo quite angrily as he grabbed opened the door for Kazumi with some sort of aggression, he hated being forced into this kind of stuff; he wanted his money and he just wanted everything to get back to normal. Kazumi got out slowly before the manager slammed the door and grabbed her arm, forcefully whispering in her ear while her quiet squeaks for help were ignored by the manager 'Don't you dare, do anything rash!! do you understand??' as to which Kazumi nodded. After being shoved away by the manager Kazumi looked to Tzu in shame, she has never experienced her manager being this aggressive before with her.

While being shoved away she fell onto the floor but got up quickly and adjusted herself as much as she could before the manager told her off for not keeping her clothes clean 'Tzu! I am ready!' she projected softly'

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Armend found himself nodding slowly at Danica's words, she was right, they needed to start thinking long term. He looked over to the raw fish and he crinkled his nose, "do you have anything that preserves better? I feel ve are going to have to take a few trips to the market, and perhaps to some farmland."

 He didn't want to come right out and say it, but it might come to just simply raiding a hopefully abandoned farmland and confiscating the goods and seeds. The more human side of him hoped it would come from a more or less farmerless farm, but the idea of it coming from a living farmer seemed little more than simply thievery.

 His mind opted to a more realistic and innocent idea, "Markets, vhere are they, and do you know ov any out skirted farmers markets ve could visit, less population."

 His mind started to buzz again, "I also suggest a roster of everyone this area holds, so we can ration correctly."


[System]
Age: 24

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Appearance:
Stands at about 5'8". Lithe build, with some toned muscle in the arms and legs. Tends to wear typical adventuring gear that doesn't stand out, favoring hooded cloaks with light armor underneath. Hair falls down below her shoulders naturally, but she ties it up in a ponytail most of the time.

Personality:
Distant, pragmatic, and calm. At least, that's the image Kayliss tries to give off. She's successful at it most of the time too. But underneath that lies a streak of pride and patriotism. Kayliss defines herself by her role as a royal blade, taking pride in her skills and being firmly behind whatever cause the Veltian throne dictates. Being an assassin for the crown is all she had from the moment she was recruited for training, and that purpose gives her surety. She has adapted this mentality to her service with the Lions, viewing it as an extension of her previous work and overseer.

Of course, if she needs to, Kayliss can fake whatever personality she thinks will suit her purposes. Part of infiltration is social stealth, after all, and she is familiar enough with most aspects of Veltian society to pass off as either a commoner or a noble, able to move in whatever circles she needs to.

However, as of late, Kayliss's motivation has taken a new direction: the search for truth, and vengeance after that. She seeks to find out exactly who was responsible for the destruction of the royal assassins, and why. Her life and purpose had been upended, and she would have satisfaction over it, one way or another.

Brief Backstory:
Born in the slums of Meridian, Kayliss was a parentless urchin for much of her childhood, quickly learning basic thievery simply to survive. That was, until she'd picked the wrong target. Or the right one, depending on the point of view.

The man in question she'd tried to pickpocket turned out to be a handler for Velt's royal assassins. An orphan child from the slums with decent stealth skills for someone with no training whatsoever was exactly the right kind of person for him to mold into another sneak for the good of the kingdom, and over the next few years, he did so, taking her on in the unit as a new recruit and putting her through hellish training. Over the years, Kayliss learned the work of an assassin, training in stealth, combat, and infiltration. Despite the difficulty of the curriculum, she stayed regardless. For one, it was a roof over her head and constant hot meals. Plus, the training gave her something she never felt like she'd had before: a purpose. Doing something for a cause instead of just to survive just felt...right.

After years of training, Kayliss began her work in earnest before she'd even become an adult. The career of a royal blade in the field didn't tend to last long, but she beat the odds and served with distinction for years. That was, until it all came crashing down. Some time ago, she returned from a mission on the country's border only to find the assassins' compound burnt to the ground, with every assassin within slaughtered. Only those who had been on deployment at the time of the attack survived, and there had been very few of those. The survivors of the massacre scattered to the four winds, with some fleeing to other countries and others disappearing into the criminal underworld.

As for Kayliss, she simply changed employers. The Hraesleg Lions had begun their policy of aggressive recruitment, and she signed on, pledging her service to the Steel Princess after explaining her skillset, her service record, and her circumstances. Now, Kayliss stands as a "problem solver" of sorts for the Lions, though she wishes her skills were used more often for their intended purpose.

Equipment:
Aside from her short sword and dagger, Kayliss also bears a brace of throwing knives as well as a crossbow and bolts strapped to her back. She wears lightweight armor with a mix of metal pieces and leather for stealth. She bears a kit of various equipment for rogue's work, including lockpicks, poison, and smoke bombs.

Skills:

* Assassin's Work: Sneaking, lockpicking, poison, and actually being a blade in the dark. If it involves infiltration or stealth, Kayliss has likely been trained in it.
* Blades: Adept with both the short sword and dagger, Kayliss prefers to use the two in a twin-blade fencing style, though she's also capable of using either weapon solo, whether it be in straight combat or in less honorable work. Her swordsmanship is above average and certainly better than the usual adventurer or soldier, but she doesn't quite match up to famed knights and other combat monsters in direct battle without the aid of a dishonorable advantage or two. Of course, this presumes that she would fight someone head-on to begin with.
* Marksmanship: While not exactly adept with an actual bow, her aim with a crossbow is more than adequate. She is capable of using the entire range of crossbow types, from a hand crossbow to a heavier, two-handed one for long-range shots.

Extra:
Voice claim: Cristina Vee

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Cadmon Demet

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@HereComesTheSnow

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Cadmon stood still as Velvetica spoke up, issuing forth her commands to the group. It seemed her reputation as a genius and prodigy was well earned; her quick adjustment spoke to an agile mind. 'The other part of our strategy,' indeed. Sometimes, genius wasn't just in the ability to think outside of the box, the ability to rapidly take in changing information and account for it, the amount of knowledge gained over a time of study—sometimes the ability to save face and preserve a reputation was just as important.

As Velvetica looked over the group within her tent, he met her gaze with a level, blank stare, murmuring "Nice save." Likely quiet enough that István wouldn't even hear it, sharp as his ears were, though Cadmon expected that his hulking retainer was thinking something along the same lines. He maintained his own stare a moment more as Velvetica's gaze passed on, before turning towards the large knight and raising his voice slightly so that his man could hear.

"István, pick who you see fit and lead one of the raiding parties. Harass their defenses and smash their effigies, like Lady Velvetica said. Aside from that, the particulars of how you draw them out are up to you." At least he couldn't find fault with how Velvetica had seen fit to mollify the competing factions in the discussion; even if the supply caravan likely wouldn't make good bait compared to the supposed skirmishers, it could at least serve to distract the necromantic cult long enough to let the rest of the bait strategy come to fruition. "I'll stay in my usual ward, unless she should request otherwise. Do take care not to get killed."

[Assistant]
Irian Sinewell

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"Lirrah." Irian nodded. "New friends are indeed worth the effort."

Lirrah would be continuing what she does best if it hadn't been for Kayliss, which caused the Nem's attention span to shift straight to trying out discounts on her. Truly a merchant indeed. He decided to listen to the ongoing discussion around the strategies they were going to employ. Baiting out enemies were more in the minds of the soldiers around here than he expected. The only disagreement that the group was having was more of the methodology of doing it, which Irian found a little amusing that it was more of how much they could trick a suspicious opponent. To him, if the opponent was suspicious enough to not take the bait on the caravan strategy, then luring out their entire group with a raiding party would just be biting on rocks a little harder. The difference there would just be the degree of the cultist's arrogance. If anything, what would concern him more would be how devastating the Lions can inflict on the enemy and to that Irian believed more on Velvetica's initial strategy. Caravan ambush is a lot easier to envelope and completely decimate the cultists rather than relying on good warriors to lure enemies out through fighting capabilities.

What the Steel Princess decided on was more trying to offend the cultists instead to actually lure them out into a fight, which made sense too. Pretty much an element from both of their strategies combined, without the need to risk the Nem merchant and their supplies. If they took the bait and walked directly into an ambush, then perfect, one less enemy for Velts. And if they were competent enough, well now they knew. The elf simply followed along with his arms crossed, his silence conveying his agreements.

"I'll ambush." Irian said tersely. "It's better, and I'm certain the princess wants archers at the backline anyway."

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"And here I thought this evening was going to be boring..."

Urden wasn't much of one to comment on tactics and grand strategy, mostly since he wasn't paid to in this case, but the disagreements and discussion seemed to have led to a new plan. New plan was simple enough. One group, smash the idols and bait the corpse defilers into coming out to play a game of catch the vandal. Then the other group would come down on them like the wrath of the gods, if one put sufficient gravitas into such things. Figure they cared so much, they could have intervened already, but he wasn't about to spark a religious debate before heading off to battle. No, seemed like the Lions were being given a chance to pick their roles with final discretion to the Boss herself. Not a bad way to pick out companion's dispositions in regards to conflict, which gave him plenty to consider since others had chimed in so far before him.

Merchant was haggling with Ms. Daggers over poisons and such. Not much use for those in his line of work, if an axe to the torso didn't kill, you kept on trying. Still, can't fault the planning ahead. A mortal stab wound is already hard enough to focus past, add in something nasty chewing through you and its even worse. He hadn't done much shopping as of yet, he didn't need supplies and was frugal with his coin, not frittering it away on niceties and luxuries beyond boozing in taverns and alehouses. Every man had his vice, though on the war path he was cautious to drink, never knew when trouble would come knocking. Or tearing through a tent flap, screaming bloody murder. Since the Merchant was intent on coming along, well, that made the bait team that much more appetizing, and that was before the smashing of ritual idols was factored in. Whoever was on the bait and raid team would have a real good time, he might just wager.

'Hector', as the Lamia had so keenly gotten wrong, was next to chime in. Volunteered for ambush duty, figured. Cavalry types were all the same, regardless of the mount. Had the coin for arms, armor, and supplies to maintain that much of a standing, they always went for the glorious charge, the route and shattering of groups. Paid better too, but he couldn't ride a donkey to save his life, let alone the bloody big bird. No leave the whole 'noble art' of riding to those who could afford to armor both themselves and their steeds, replacing those had to get expensive quickly. Still, having bird man and his pet pigeon in the wings, pun intended, wasn't going to be unwelcome. Especially if something unexpectedly nasty decides to come barreling down on them. Still, he leaned over to the Lamia who had gotten Roger's name wrong, metaphorically ribbing her over the misstep.

"Y'know, since you mentioned it, Roger really does look like a 'Hector', doesn't he? Maybe you should go suggest it as a permanent change? Might just make his week."

The Boy Wonder tasked Istvan with gathering who he wanted for a raiding party, and then deferred to staying in his usual 'ward'. Typical, sending out the competent ones to do the heavy lifting, and then sitting back. Well, not quite sitting back, no one had that luxury, but tasking others before they had a chance to chime in, just rude really. At least pay the poor sod before barking orders. As for Sharp Ears, well, what a surprise the wood elf chose the ambush party. Terse and to the point though, credit where credit was due there. That he could work with, and long as he didn't offend ol' Sharpy there too much he'd be fine. Might want to see how he shoots first though, but they'd have plenty of time for that in the coming battle. He spoke up finally, as casual and relaxed as ever.

"Put me where you want me Boss, I ain't got a preference. No sense mucking up that grand strategy you got brewing in that head of yours, eh?"

@VitaVitaAR

[Assistant]
Ugh. Merchants. A small part of Kayliss couldn't help but admire how quickly the Nem got over her shock and started trying to make a deal with ruthless aggression. The much larger, more sane part of Kayliss's mind was just exasperated. The deal sounded good, certainly. That was, if she actually needed to brew mana-inhibiting poisons on a regular basis. She didn't run through enough of it to necessitate paying for herbs at the constant monthly rate the woman was suggesting.

There were, however, other poisons she had more use for constantly. Ones that were versatile enough for most situations. In that context...well, the deal wasn't too awful. It wasn't as if she had much use for money while her room and board were taken care of by the Lions. Once upon a time, perhaps. But a decade and a half of working for the nation in some capacity meant that the former urchin girl didn't quite have a much of a need for the coin she once pilfered constantly.

"I propose an alteration to the deal. I can be a recurring customer, but for supplies such as these in general. Extend the discount to more herbs of this nature, and I'll consent to making at least one order a month for six months." Kayliss told the merchant flatly, not bothering with the stare now that it seemed an opportunity for business overrode any fear Lirrah had. "Now, show me what you have on hand. Time is of the essence, and I'd prefer to get to...crafting as soon as possible."