[System]
Age: 26

Height: 5'5

Weight: 125

Class: Mercenary

Race: Wood Elf

Weapons & Equipment:
Weapons: Bow & arrows which she can infuse with light magic (limited by her low skill in magic), two hidden dirk daggers (typically strapped to the inside of her thigh highs), an assortment of lethal poisons.
Satchel: Holds her lethal poisons, a variety of herbs chosen for their specific medicinal and some lethal qualities, bandages, waterskin, golden locket necklace, 57 Silver and 5 gold.

Skills and Abilities: Nylah is a high level archer, rarely missing her mark. She is proficient in stealth, hand-to-hand combat (though she prefers to avoid it) and can be extremely charismatic. She can use very few light spells, but is not skilled in the art and usually only dabbles with it when she needs the extra punch in her arrow shots (the use of magic often shows itself in intricate golden design on her skin).

Bio: The only home Nylah can remember is a damp, cold shack in the middle of the lovely Knight Islands Port towns, raised by a gruff bastard of a man called Terk. He was tough, as Dwarf's typically are, and would often tell her that she ought to be grateful towards him. According to Terk, Nylah had been abandoned in the middle of the frostwood forest of Ispar when she was only four years old. Of course Nylah had no memory of that, so she took his word for it. Terk would go on to take Nylah home with him, though not out of the kindness of his heart. He had no desire to care for a needy child the rest of her miserable life, he had other plans. When Nylah was of age, 8 years old to be precise, Terk could cash in and sign her up for a life of mercenary work. Young ones donated to the "school" could bring in at least 100 gold if not more. Nylah would never know what Terk received for her, but after he handed her over to the training program that was the last she ever saw of the old dwarf.

The school was very obviously illegal, especially to work children to the bone as they did, but no one in the Knight Islands seemed to care. They were all criminals of some sort, so it seemed. The children were just working to fit in. To survive there, really.

Nylah would prove to be one of their top trainee's, showing her skill with a bow and arrow very early on. They honed in on this skill and over the years would mold her into a killer. Someone who could take an assassination contract and not bat an eyelash, as long as they got paid. At first they would send you out on simple things; steal a couple jewels, threaten a noble family, get some information out of people. The school would benefit 100% of the profit from these contracts. Eventually, at age 16 for Nylah, they would send her out on her own and expect her to find her own contracts. To bring in the big money for them, which meant find someone who wanted someone else "eliminated". She did it, and she gave the school 50% of the profits for the next 5 years of being on her own. After that they trusted her enough to take less of a cut, knowing she was a reliable source of income. She learned from other examples that if you didn't bring in the money, or tried to separate yourself from them, you'd be met with a cold steel blade against your throat in the middle of the night.

Today, she continues to take contracts and travel across the world. She has grown to enjoy her work, despite every so often when whats left of her conscience reminds her of how many lives she's ended whether they were corrupted or not.

[User]
SS Libertalia

Cicero Bladewalker , Dalious , & Gwyneria
@Sol Grim

The gruesomeness of the kill shook Gwyn, but she was grateful that Dalious had taken the situation out of her hands. The mutiny leader would have been too dangerous to keep alive in any case. She would have to learn how to not freeze if the situation happened again though. That wasn't here or now though. Right now, Dalious was offering to get them to the next port and travel with them. She shivered at the callous mention of having his former crew walk the plank, but she could see the logic of it. She nodded her head in agreement with Cicero, not seeing a need to add any more words in. Then she dissipated the remnants of her light ribbon, feeling that bit of drain finish off,before checking that Cicero and Dalious weren't too injured, only really able to stop bleeding at this point. She helped Cicero as well as she could get the crew into the brig as Dalious ran the ship before going with him to get her equipment back. The feeling of her wand and rapier back leant her a better feeling of security that she'd been solely missing as well as her book.

As they walked towards the Captain at the wheel, Cicero whispered to her and she whispered in reply. "Don't worry. We will." Then Cicero went and protested Dalious's plans for his crew. On the one hand, yes killing so many at once like that was terrible. On the other hand though, what other options did they have? They'd be facing a worse death if turned into a port. If kept alive, there was a high chance one or more of them might come back for revenge. No way to trust them since she barely trusted Dalious. Really though, what would they do with them? Besides, this seemed a little early to be deliberately provoking a fight. "What were you thinking of doing with them then?" She asked Cicero, hoping she came across as a neutral at this point and could calm things down before they got heated up.

[Assistant]
Dalious hesitantly nodded to the command. "Could we just throw one of them, possibly two, overboard...??" he began in protest but almost immediately thought better of it. "Fine, no more killing unless absolutely necessary."

The pirate let his old crew's fate be discussed and handled by them. While they figured that out, he set the sails proper and turned the ship toward where he believed to be the nearest land. However he was unsure of exactly where he was, the stars were fading from the sky and he would have to wait for another nightfall to use the stars as a map. For now, he coasted them in the direction they were already heading while keeping a watchful eye on the horizon with his spyglass.

"We're past the worst of the storm," he spoke to no one in general. "Smooth sailing ahead, lads. Perhaps a song could ease the uneasy morning." Dalious cleared his throat and then started to sing an old pirate shanty. "Well it'd be alright if the wind was in our sails, oh it'd be alright if the wind was in our sails, it'd be alright if the wind was in our sails and we'll all hold on behind! And we'll roll the old chariot along, we'll roll the old chariot along, we'll roll the old chariot along and we'll all hang on behind..."

[User]
Cicero Bladewalker

Cicero replied to Gwyn, "Well, I suppose imprison them at the nearest port! We arent the kind of people to execute needlessly. Especially when there are other options."

Satisfied that Dalious was in agreement, Cicero tended to his gear. He polished and cleaned his armor and weapons. Then he spoke to Gwyn, "I only hope my horse Merlin made it out of the city safely...By the way, how is our...uh priest doing?" Graves had been passed out for some time.

As Gwyn went to check on him Cicero listened intently to Dalious' sea shanty. Cicero couldn't help but sing along after he heard the tune a few times, "...and we'll all hang on behind.."

[Assistant]
SS Libertalia

Cicero Bladewalker , Dalious , & Gwyneria
@Sol Grim

"Whelp, at least that got settled fast." Gwyn thought before responding. "We'll definitely need to be incognito for that to work, but it shouldn't be much of a problem." Even if it meant giving them to a crueler death than Dalious had proposed, but that was neither here or there. Cicero's intentions were definitely good. She made her way to their other comrade and checked him other. "I'm sure your kingdom's not cruel enough to punish an innocent horse for its master's crimes, hopefully. Graves himself is still alive, though still sleeping off whatever it is he took earlier. Whatever that was, that stuff's potent." A mild urge to find more of that potion from their escape passed through her, but she suppressed it. Wouldn't be right to go through the guy's things while unconscious. Besides, she wouldn't know for sure what she was looking for. Instead, she stood up and looked over the sea, wondering what the next port would bring as the four sailed on.

[User]
Port Raventine
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The sun was high in the sky as the large port bustled with life. Traders bartered and bought, merchants called out their wares in the street markets. Sailors, disreputable or not, recovered from their morning hangovers to spin tales, speculate in games of chance, or seek for the sun-tanned women. Every man smiled at his neighbor, preparing their daggers for when opportunity was right. Meanwhile, the breeze blew placidly over the lapping shoreline as seagulls cried overhead.
Black Jack's Roost
Nylah Aldaos
Muse
Within the major seedy pub, a red-haired elf leaned back and glanced through the available bounties. The time had come for her to take on a new job after all. Of course, the highest ones caught her eye and not simply for their price. It was also from Alvion's "covert" contractor and involved an assassination. Nylah looked closer at the drawn pictures and description. They were certainly amateurs to be so easily found out. The thing allowed for wanting them dead or alive, of course. It seemed like it could be interesting. Of course, going for the Dalious contract could be a decent challenge. He had quite the reputation, though he'd be technically safe in any of the Knight Isle ports. She'd need to consider her options.

Does she seek for more info on either assignment, does she choose to pursue some other target, does she start investigating some leads, does she sit a while and mentally prepare herself for her choose target, or does she enjoy herself a bit before the next hunt?

SS Libertalia
Cicero Bladewalker , Dalious , & Gwyneria
@Sol Grim
(While sailing, all injuries were healed and Gwyn rested until she got up to full strength).
After a slight detour to turn in the prisoners (all quite anonymously) in a port that would accept their arrest, the Libertalia finally arrived at Port Raventine, one of the largest hives of scum and villainy throughout the world. And one of the best places Dalious knew of to get information and to hide. Cicero and Gwyn couldn't refute that logic after finding out that there were indeed bounties for their heads, and rather high ones. Even though he hated his sea-sickness, Graves elected to stay and watch the ship once they arrived. His criminal contacts were more situated on mainland operations after all. (And it allowed him to make sure Gwyn didn't get more of Thorin's Revenge until times were desperate again. She'd been clearly pondering it during the trip and their party only had room for one full time addict at a time.) Gwyn shivered, made sure her hood was over her head, checked over Cicero's disguise, and checked again that everyone was in top condition. There was way too much that could go wrong here and she wasn't going to take any chances. She'd simply need to keep watch and be ready when they got attacked or double-crossed or something. Important thing was to stick close to Cicero and make sure he did nothing too stupid.

As Dalious was their guide, he could take them to a variety of places he thought of as fun and/or useful, such as the pubs or the marketplace. He could also potentially lead them somewhere to double-cross them if he wanted. Or he could ditch them and do something on his own.

Cicero also had options. He could choose to trust Dalious and follow him, choose not to and strike off into the port with Gwyn on their own, or decide to stay on deck. Gwyn would most likely stay with him unless it was a case of needing to make sure Dalious didn't go off alone and turn on them.

[Assistant]
In a dark corner of Black Jack's Roost, sitting in a booth by herself, Nylah Aldaos thumbed through some bounty papers she had snagged from the local mercenary boards. All of which were interesting to her, though especially the bounty from Alvion's contractor - something that came few and far between, but always paid a hefty price. She had worked for them once before, but they were typically so popular that many people would be after the bounty. It was mostly a race to see who could carry out the orders first. This, however, paid the largest price she had seen them offer yet, which meant it could be worth the extra effort of trying to be hasty and possibly fighting off other mercenaries who were after the same thing.

"A rouge knight and an elf..." She read the descriptions carefully, "The knight could be a problem. The elf... perhaps. I could take her out first, deal with the bigger problem afterwards." She leaned back in her booth, pondering on how the odd pairing could have possibly killed Alvion on their own. If there was one thing she had learned through all the years of mercenary work it was that you don't underestimate anyone.

She pulled out the second bounty paper she had grabbed and looked over the details. "A pirate..." She thought, recalling several times she had brought in or killed pirates in the past. This one, however, has apparently had a bounty on his head for quite some time and had avoided being taken in, or killed, so far. He could prove to be more difficult than the other pirates she had encountered. Clearly he was skilled in evading capture, which would explain the high price for his head. Much less than the Alvion contract, but could still be worth her time.

"Both." She decided, folding the papers and putting them carefully into her satchel. She would pursue both contracts at the same time. Just in case the Alvion contract didn't pan out due to some other mercenary, she at least would have had other leads on the pirate by then.

"For now..." She looked up and took a survey of the pub. It was bustling with people on this day. Loud. Wenches stood near the entrance, waiting to sink their claws into any man who would let them - for a price. Drunkards hung around the bar, shouting at each other and the women who walked around serving drinks. No doubt a crew of pirates had pulled into port recently and were celebrating being on land again.

"Someone here might know, or have heard of Dalious. Pirates know pirates. Especially infamous ones." She stood and moved towards the bar, ignoring a dwarf who whistled as she passed him.

"Barkeep!" She called to the man behind the bar counter, making herself heard over the noise of the room. "A pint of your finest ale, please." She flashed him a warm smile and leaned up against the bar, flirting with her emerald eyes as she playfully looked him up and down. Bartenders typically knew a lot of information. They hear a lot of things throughout one shift, especially in a place like this.

If no one took any interest in her from the group of pirates, she would focus her attention on flirting with the bartender for information.


[System]
Age: 17
Race: Bugbear
Class: Barbarian
Level: 2
Background: Folk Hero
Personality: See persona section of the linked character sheet.

Backstory: In the middle of a grassy field stands a large rock. This rock is known to the locals as the Snoring Stone, a name it gained after people began to hear loud snoring with no discernible source when passing the rock sometimes. People were unsure of what to make of this weird phenomenon until someone made too much noise near the rock and the snoring turned to angry yelling. After that, people became convinced that a spirit had made its home in the rock and began leaving it offerings of food, drink, gold, and other kinds of gifts, hoping that this appeasement would calm the spirit and dissuade it from following through on the threats it had made to those who disturbed its slumber. These offerings pleased the spirit enough that it forgave the disturbance, on the condition that the offerings continued.

With the arrangement made, things returned to normal for a time. The Spirit Of The Snoring Stone rested peacefully in its rocky home and the locals regularly brought it offerings to keep it that way. Eventually, a brave and desperate carpenter decided to wake the Spirit again. Before the Spirit could begin angrily making threats though, the carpenter begged the Spirit's help with a problem no one else could help him with. Upon learning that the carpenter had brought a much grander offering that usual to convince it to help, the Spirit eagerly agreed. The very next morning, the carpenter awoke to find the solution to his problems awaiting him on his dining table. Overjoyed by the end of his woes, the carpenter told others of what had happened.

After that, many other locals came to petition the Spirit Of The Snoring Stone for its aid. A shepherd who had lost some of his sheep would find them tied to a post the morning after visiting the Stone. A fisherman whose usual spot had dried up found a map to a pond full of much tastier fish nailed to his door after asking the Spirit for help. And when an angry mob asked for help in tracking down a murderer, they found the murderer's corpse an hour later, clubbed to death and beheaded.

One day, a farmer arrived at the Snoring Stone out of breath and in a state of panic. His house had caught fire, no one could put it out, and his family was trapped inside. He offered everything he had in exchange for his family's safety. "Go 'ome an' wait." The Spirit said. "I'll do the rest." And so the farmer hurried home to where his wife, children, and elderly parents were still trapped and prayed to the Gods as he waited for the Spirit to come. Suddenly, the door burst open and the farmer's parents rushed from the house just before the fire blocked the way. Then, each window in the house smashed open, allowing one of the farmer's children to climb out of each one before the flames blocked those exits too. With no way out left, the farmer, his family, and the assembled crowd watched the burning house as they wondered how the spirit would rescue the farmer's wife. Their answer came when one of the house's walls gave way and the farmer's wife emerged from the hole... cradled in the arms of an enormous bugbear.

The bugbear, who went by the name of Brutrumukk, revealed himself to be the so called Spirit Of The Snoring Stone, having played along with their beliefs to sponge off the offerings the locals had brought to the Snoring Stone, which he explained had a hollow interior and a secret entrance. Remembering all that the 'Spirit' had done for them, the locals refrained from driving the hulking goblinoid away and decided to let their current arrangement stand due to how helpful Brutrumukk had proven himself, even if the black-hearted bugbear had only helped for personal gain.

A year after settling in the Snoring Stone, Brutrumukk was rudely awoken one day by the sound of a certain multiversal carnival being set up right next to his home.

Stat Generation: Point Buy

Day Count: 2 (349)
Kill Count: 1
Most Kills in a Dungeon: 1
Most Kills in an Encounter: 1
Most Kills in a Round: 1

[User]
Brutrumukk

"RRRRRRRRAGH! GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" Brutrumukk roared in annoyance as the snake managed to get a decent hold on the bugbear this time. Now that he was in its grasp, Brutrumukk knew defense would be a waste of effort, so he devoted all his energy to attacking. Brutrumukk swung for the snake and once again struck true, this latest blow landing harder than the previous strike.

Brutrumukk recklessly attacks Giant Constrictor Snake B with his morningstar. He hits with an 18 and deals 17 damage.

[Assistant]
Hither
Slanty Tower

Snake A takes advantage of the distraction B provided and uses this chance to make its way to the balloon basket. It does a tail whip to ensure that anyone else who could attack it wouldn't be able to. It stops moving and peers into the basket, causing a male voice to shout out,

"WAAAAUGH!!! Stay back, you foul beast! I have no fear!"

Tsak hears the scream and she makes her way towards the snake. She mumbles an incantation and she calls out to the snake, "Leave them alone!" before she throws a dagger at them. The snake lets out a loud angry hiss as the dagger and hex did a significant amount of damage.

Snake A disengages from melee and uses thirty feet to get to the balloon basket. Since it used its action and movement, it'll end its turn peering into the basket.

Tsak will fly 30 feet towards the balloon, following Aurora.

For her bonus action, she will cast Hex on Snake A, targeting Strength, and she will throw a Dagger at the Snake for her action.

She hits with a 17!
The dagger deals 4 Piercing damage, and the Hex adds max 6 necrotic damage on top of it. So she does a total of 10 damage to A!

We're back to the top with @Dark Cloud & @Fading Memory

Gabriel & Zavakri: 17
Giant Constrictor Snake B: 15
Bob: 14
Warning Voice: 12
Jub & Aurora: 9
Brutrumukk: 8
Giant Constrictor Snake A: 4
Tsak: 4

[User]
Zavakri pats Bob on the side of his shell. He was working perfectly as cover and deserved some affection. She observes the battlefield with a sense of superiority granted by having never missed an attack and having never been attacked herself, quite satisfied at the rage of the bugbear serving as a secondary shield to her own elegant self. Or something like that. She witnesses Tsak rising to the rescue of the vocal balloon basket, and after a quick mental equation to conclude that *someone* must be in there she moves 30 feet towards the basket and lets fly another array of lethal mathematica towards Snake A.

"Oi, Get out that basket! I'll catch you!" She lied like a carnie, as she mentally prepared more spellcraft for the occasion.

Magic Missile says X=5; 15 Force Damage to Snake A by the basket

"Just because you added a few Z levels and a new Y and X Vector doesn't mean I can't still calculate for your present position!" She declared boldly to the snake as her missiles struck home. Then, she balks- she had mistakenly gotten rather close to Snake B, but was thankful that her companions were still nearby. Oh bugger. At least it wasn't right next to her, yet.

[Assistant]
His weapon had yet to miss it's mark up until the current moment, Gabriel had been on his toes until as he followed the snake tangled in combat with the bugbear. His toe caught the edge of a root while he sprang towards the giant serpent, he lost his balance thrusting the tip of the old rapier at nothing but empty space.

"Drat." Gabriel growled, sounding mildly annoyed as he stepped back into the ready position with his weapon at the ready.

Gabriel moved towards Giant Constrictor near Brutrumukk and miss with a 5.

[User]
Hither
Slanty Tower

 As the chaos continues, Snake B looks at Brutrumukk before opening its maw and just begin to swallow the bugbear. As it does, the coils and the mouth just squeeze Brutrumukk painfully.

The voice in the basket responds to Zavakri's words, "I would if I could, Fair and Wise Lady Sage! But I can't move this accursed cage!"

The voice then calls out to the serpent in front of him, "I'm not completely defenseless. I still have a trick or two up my sleeve. Have some of this then!"

The voice then sneezes and a burst of rainbow colored fog sprays upwards from the basket.

Snake A recoils and then glares at the voice within the basket, completely unaffected by his trick.

"Uh oh..."

Then a silvery dart hits the snake's head causing to recoil and accidentally take an actual inhale of the fog. When it lifts its head up again, this time it's eyes are showing multiple colored rings. If a snake could have a large dopey smile on its face, this snake would have it.

The voice seems to realize what happened and gave a cheer!

Snake B attacks Brutrumukk. Can't use constrict on Brutrumukk again, so it bites with advantage. Hits with an 18 and deals 13 Piercing Damage.

Bob does nothing.

Warning Voice does something! He's going to make Snake A make a Wisdom Saving Throw. Snake A succeeds with an 18

Zavakri's Silvery Barbs made it reroll. It got a 6 and failed the Save. Zavakri gave Aurora advantage to attack A with this spell.

Krog and @XxFellsingxX are up next!

Then @rush99999 goes after them.

Gabriel & Zavakri: 17
Giant Constrictor Snake B: 15
Bob: 14
Warning Voice: 12
Jub & Aurora: 9
Brutrumukk: 8
Giant Constrictor Snake A: 4
Tsak: 4

[Assistant]
Jub the Peculiar

Seeing the constrictor attempt to chow down on Brutrumukk did not help Jub's nerves, and his mind was racing through all his possible options when he caught sight of Zavakri in his peripheral, cowering behind her large snail friend... who seemingly hadn't moved an inch since the fight began. The goblin gave an angry huff, as he swallowed back yet more goblin curses.

He also noticed Zavakri let loose a familiar spell on the other snake, three magical darts that easily hit their mark. Right. Magic Missile. Always hits its target. Not as flashy as a firebolt, but a guaranteed hit and far less likely to accidentally hit and set his friend alight. Taking a deep breath, he made the appropriate gestures as he summoned forth his own magic missile on the snake attacking Brutrumukk.

Magic missile damage on Giant Constrictor B = 4 x 3 = 12 force damage

[User]
Hither
Slanty Tower

The magic missiles slam into the large Constrictor Snake that held Brutrumukk. The first missile causes the snake to lift its maw off of the bugbear, and hiss upwards to the sky, before he falls completely limp. Brutrumukk falls as he is freed from the grip, and he watches the snake fall to the ground.

Before anything else can be done to the snake, the corpse grays and solidifies. Somehow...that snake corpse turned to stone!

Jub kills Snake B! It rolled a 1 upon its death, because...reasons. ;)

Krog is up next!

Then @rush99999 goes after them.

Gabriel & Zavakri: 17
Giant Constrictor Snake B: 15
Bob: 14
Warning Voice: 12
Jub & Aurora: 9
Brutrumukk: 8
Giant Constrictor Snake A: 4
Tsak: 4

[Assistant]
The flash of geometric and mathematical formulas caught Aurora of guard. She realized after a fashion that the formulas were showing the best arc for an arrow to travel and strike the massive beat. Quiclky knocking another arrow, the elf pulled back the string lining the bow up with the formula. With a slight exhale Aurora loosed the arrow, watching it soar towards the giant snake.

Not wanting to be the snakes next target Rory backs up though still keep am eye on the snake.

After attacking Aurora moves 20 feet away from the tower to her right. To the east if we are treating the top of the map as north.

[User]
Brutrumukk

Between the wounds it had already sustained and the disorientation it had been left with by the balloon occupant's sneeze, the final snake didn't stand a chance as Brutrumukk leaped onto its back and finished it off by pulping the section of spinal cord just below its head. With the job done Brutrumukk lifted his morningstar to the sky and let loose one last bestial bellow before his rage finally faded. "Well that was fun." Brutrumukk commented chipperly as he put away his morningstar and pulled out his handaxe. "Anyone else in the mood fer some sliced snake after that fight? I know I am!"

[Assistant]
Hither
Slanty Tower

Before Brutrumukk starts hacking the snake corpse that didn't turn to stone, the voice from the basket calls out to them,

"A Ha! You have my most sincere gratitude, Good Sirs and Ladies! However, I'm afraid my troubles do not end with the demise of those serpents,"

He continues and informs them, "I, Sir Talavar, as one of the Summer Queen's loyal servants, ask that you free me. You see, I was in the midst of a daring escape from the vile Bavlorna Blightstraw when our balloon was set upon by an ill wind and sent plummeting to its current unfortunate location. My pilot, the honorable Wigglewog, did not survive. I've been trapped up here for a while now. Please, Help me. I must tell my Queen of the fall of Prismeer!"

[User] When the voice spoke up, Brutrumukk paused just as he was about to behead the snake he had killed. Looking up at the tower, it seemed to Brutrumukk that reaching the balloon would be as simple as making his way up the interior and onto the roof. "I'll be up in a moment." Brutrumukk called back as he sheathed his handaxe. Leaving the dead serpent where it lay, Brutrumukk slowly made his way up the tower, all the while looking about for anything worth taking from the place.


[System]
Race: Taguel/Manakete/Human

Gender: Female

Looks like Panne (pictured below), but taller and her two braids are mint green, tail sticks out of hole in dress(described in armor)

Nation: Ylisse

Class: Taguel

Character Level:
 2 (45/200)

Class Level:
 2 (40/200)

HP: 30

STR: 14 (Excel) (Weapon: +5)

MAG: 4 (Lack)

SKL: 14 (Excel) (Armor: +5)

SPD: 12 (Excel)

LCK: 10

DEF: 11 (Lack)

RES: 11 (Lack)

Armor: None, just wears a medium length dark blue dress with light brown designs( Yarne's color scheme)and a tail hole, and a red cape (+5 SKL)

Weapon: Beaststone (+5 STR)(48 uses left)

Other: Dragonstone(she can wield it but it's more of "the manakete twins"' thing, 49 uses left), Vulenary(x2)

Skills: Job Traits= Even Rhythm, Beastbane; Special Traits= Romantic: Bonds more easily with single males, Sneak: Can sneak past units without being detected but only works in Taguel and human form, dragon is just too big

Quirks: Extremely curious, Naive, Angered by her father's over protectionism, Eager to prove herself to Yarne by being a Shepherd, Loves the wilderness, Desires to marry and actively seeks for a good potential husband

Bonds: Arrus:Level D, Gabranth:Level D ,Erion:Level D, Robert: No Level

[User]
Jo-Anne

"Well, good thing the Shepherds never had time to unpack yet," thought the young Taguel as the caravan got into formation. She looked around for the myrmidon, bird-riding moogle, or mysterious man she had met earlier that day, but couldn't see them. "It is a big crowd, so they could be hiding in plain sight and I couldn't see them. Or they're gathering last minute things before we leave. It would be weird if they didn't come or weren't among the defenders." Then she turned to Livia's sisters as they got into formation and said, "I'm Jo-Anne by the way. Sorry I forgot to mention that earlier. And you four are?"

[Assistant]
Erion nodded, and breath deeply.
"I guess everyone got ready to move out quicker then I though.... well... I am ready to move... Lets go." he then said, leading Rosa outside, and looking at Robert. Well... he was right about this, they were going to leave anyway... and going to a safe place might be better.
"Alright... well, they did take Boco away before I had time to even have him rest a bit... but it might be better we move quickly before another attacks comes in." he then says. The group will probably need to surround the citizen's to protect them... Well... he guessed the could do that and take a hit or 2... and even use his choco heal to help out everyone else.

[User] Arus thought over Holliander's response as quickly mounted his own horse and began riding after him. He wondered just what sort of deity they worshiped, in Ylisse they only had Naga, and of course Grima for the more... unsavory types. More importantly he wondered just what kind of stone that was, something that could change the world, and change its wielder into a hideous monster. It sounded like a twisted version of the Fire Emblem. He followed Holliander silently mulling these thoughts over. He wondered just what sort of circumstances Holliander would use that stone in...

[Assistant]
Fields of Dorter

The five other sisters all say their name, with the obvious archer starting off with "Shiva, the swift", the green robed one saying "Tyra, the supportive,", afterwards the one in white robes responded "Sandra, the healer,", followed by "Gina, the spellblade," from the knightly sister, and finally, from one that was dressed as if they were a ninja, "Nina, the assassin," The group of them then continue to follow the caravan, though, you could hear those 'chocobo' things ahead of you, for some reason, you could also hear one approaching you... odd, why would that one be so far behind the rest of them? As soon as you all leave the gates, you were told to keep with your division, near Robin, who was quite a distance away, and, unfortunately, your group of new friends seems to be in the opposite, with the summoner, for the most part, with Nina and Gina being under the new commander's command. Oddly the strange one from before doesn't seem to be anywhere...

"Alright, then," Robert answers you, making sure to follow you as you both head out of the city. An oddly familiar bunny person can be seen ahead of you, talking with several Viera with varying jobs. Oddly Rosa seemed more content to just walk, and thus, not catch up with Jo-Anne. "Sounds like a plan, I guess... I just hope he'll find his way back to us. Honestly, I considered him more of a team member than a pet..." Robert drones on as you make your way out of the city, where people were being divided into groups depending on some random factors. Strangely, both you and Robert ended up in the same group as Jo-Anne, Robin's group, that is. Robert complained for a moment, but didn't convince them to change his grouping to anything other than 'the outsiders'... maybe that's why they put you in Robin's group?

You make your way out of the forest with Holliander without so much as a single risen attempting to gnaw at your ankles, thankfully, and once you're there, you see some sort of spectacle. All of Dorter appeared to be at the gate, and separating into three groups. Robin's, and two people who you've never seen before, one of whom was in knight's armor reminiscent of Walhart's, if someone dyed his armor black. Holliander seemed somewhat mad about this, as the first thing he said was "I'm gone for a few minutes, and they get that hack to replace me? I suppose a man just can't have a few minutes to himself without being declared dead and replaced, anymore," nonetheless, he continued towards the group of people, and once he got close enough, several people started gasping, and murmuring. The armored man who took his place said "H-Holliander!? You're still alive?" Holliander's response was a quick "Yes," and the armored man continued with "Thank goodness you're here. Now I don't have to lead these people anymore... honestly, it was already getting to be too much for me," Robin then called for you, as apparently, you've been assigned to his group during this journey instead of Holliander, who was now taking over for the one who took over for him.

[User] Arus turned his head at Robin's call and dutifully made his way over briefly wondering if he should mention the stone to Robin, he quickly thought better of it. It was Holliander's to do with what he willed, if he felt a need to share the information he would do so. Arus noticed that Robin's group had some of the inhabitants from this world in it as well, perhaps Robin wanted to get used to working with his new allies. Mentally shrugging Arus merely pulled his horse up with the others and waited for further orders, keeping his eyes open for any attacks. Though no doubt Robin already had scouts deployed an extra pair of eyes couldn't hurt.

[Assistant]
Erion looked at the group him and Robert were put in, and then stared for a bit, looking at the his group. He then made Rose walked over towards where Jo-Anne was, and then looked down at her from his chocobo.
"It seems we will be grouped together for this journey, Kupo." he says, looking at the others in the group.
"This should end up interesting. I hope we will not lose anyone while we travel. I will try to help out the most people in the group as I can if anyone of you get injured." he then says calmly. To say the least, it was a bit strange how him and Robert were put in the group with that Robin fallow... a outsider from this place. One thing for sure, this would not end up as a easy walk in the park. Traveling with these people will end up being a heck of a journey probably.

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Jo-Anne and Arus: Support Conversation Level D

 At first, it was hard for Jo-Anne to recognize the horse rider as he joined the group, but he seemed awfully familiar. Then realization dawned on her as she got closer and saw the familiar armour and sword. The Taguel managed to work herself to be right next to him before saying, "I didn't realize myrmidons knew how to ride horses."

Arus shrugged, "Most specialize too much to worry about other things. While mastery of the sword is an admirable goal, one skill does not a master make. I would be practically useless if I didn't have some skill with a horse, I don't prefer it but it is better than waiting in a wagon or being left in the dust. Though you surprised me as well, I did not know it was possible for a taguel to also be a manakete." Arus said thoughtfully. Such a skill must be quite helpful, he imagined her taguel form would be more helpful for when speed and precision was needed and the dragon form for when more brute form was necessary, or the ability to fly.

To that the hybrid herself shrugged and replied, "It's perfectly possible when your dad's a taguel and your mom's a manakete, it would be strange if it wasn't. Though either way, I'm extremely vulnerable when I can't use my stone, something I could probably use some shoring up in."

Arus nodded, having no combat skills when lacking access to a single object would be rather limiting. While Arus naturally prefered having a sword at all times he could hold his own without one. "Perhaps you don't need more skill in that area, rather a good companion to ensure such an event does not prove troublesome. If you desire, I could make sure that you don't suffer during your periods of weakness." Arus said wording his statement carefully. He certainly didn't want to sound forward, yet it seemed that such a weakness should be addressed. "Though if you seek to become more self-capable I could perhaps give some lessons in basic self-defense, of course I don't know how much experience you have with such matters."

"How different could self-defense be from Taguel form? They both are weaponless states except for your appendages." Jo-Anne answered with a smile. "I would gladly accept your offer to be a companion and to teach me self-defense. My name's Jo-Anne by the way, we never did quite introduce ourselves properly after we put down the possible fight," offering her hand as she finished.

Arus mentally berated himself, how crude of him to not even ensure they knew each other's names. "My sincere apologies, I am not usually so rude. My name is Arus, I will teach you all you seek to know." He said firmly as he accepted her handshake.

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Jo-Anne and Erion: Support Conversation Level D

 Jo-Anne turned to see who spoke and saw that it was the moogle from earlier, she smiled and said "It seems like we are. I want to thank you for your words earlier and apologize for not thanking you sooner, I was just in a turmoil for my charging having cancelled the chance for the summons to appear."

Erion smiled softly and breath deeply. "It is alright. I kinda went in gun's blazing also there. I thought I could have gone and helped people to escape quickly, but it seemed I was stuck also. I also wanted to thank you for getting us out of there. My ride would probably have been hurt if it tried to escape without help." he says calmly. And to have seen her change like that into a dragon… that was something that was really surprising to see to say the least.

The Taguel smiled, "It was nothing. Though speaking of which, where's your previous bird? I'm sure the last one was yellow."

Erion looked at the Taguel and breath deeply, shaking his head a bit. "He needed some rest and I left him in the stables, but unfortunately they emptied the stables before I had any time to get Boco to fallow me. I should be able to get to him later on…. I hope at least… I just wanted him to have a bit of time but it seems everyone in a rush to get out and move towards the castle." he says, looking down a bit. Boco was his friend, they been together for a good while since this invasion. He just didn't want to lose him.

"Things do often get mixed up when the camp leaves in a hurry." Jo-Anne replied. "You should be able to find him again, I'm Jo-Anne by the way." Then she offered her hand up.

Erion smiled at her, looking down at her. "Names is Erion. It is nice to meet you Kupo." he then says, smiling softly at her.

"Nice to meet you too. I can help you look for him when we stop for the night if you want." She replied with a smile.

Erion smiled back at her and nods at this. "It would be greatly appreciated. I just hope there isn't another rider that ends up taking him and that no one stops him." he says, a bit scared of that."I just have to pray to that.


[System]
Nickname: Abdul

Race: Humanoid Fable

Gender: Male

Job: Abdul makes a tidy sum as a writer of coffee table horror novels. He has written several books on alternative medicine and spirituality, to mixed reception.

Personality: Despite his history, Abdul embodies the very concept of a kindly old man. He is always happy to accept guests into his home, and holds no small amount of patience for children and pets. Abdul's voice is a horrendous grackle-squawk tempered only by a soothing tone and a thick Arabian accent.

Fable: Once upon a time... Abdul was of a scholarly mind from his birth in the early 700s, in The Arabian Homeland. Surrounded by beings with terrific powers, Abdul took it upon himself to record many of the less savory beings living in his Homeland. He traveled across his homeland, learning hushed stories from local shamans and priests, and narrowly evading death at the hands of ghuls, djinni, and other demons of all sorts.

The end result of Abdul's travels and learnings was enough to fill an entire grimoire of dark lore and sinister rituals. Abdul named his grimoire Al Azif, after the mysterious howling noises supposedly made by demons in the night. Not satisfied with the reception Al Azif got in the Homeland, Abdul moved to the Mundane World, and worked his way across medieval Eurasia, learning from the local cultures and adding onto Al Azif.

Abdul Alhazred happily shared his works with all who were curious, and found astonishing popularity as a wizard, medicine man, and exorcist. Al Azif was passed on to a wide variety of recipients, and influenced a large amount of the world's occult culture throughout the Renaissance and beyond.

 Al Azif was rewritten dozens of times by Abdul, each attempting to serve a different purpose. Some became holy instructions for demon-hunters, others became an occult recipe book for raising the dead and cursing one's enemies.

 The latest of Abdul's rewrites, the Necronomicon Ex Mortis, had found its way into the possession of a little-known English author in the early 1900s. Plagued by nightmarish dreams about what he read in the Necronomicon, the author wrote story after story based off his fiendish night terrors. At the forefront of all these stories was the nightmare-creation of the Mad Arab, Abdul Alhazred.

Due to the nature of belief and its effects on one's life, this astonishing surge of popularity not only gave Abdul great amounts of power, but it changed him immensely. Once thought of as a kindly old wizard, his public image had turned him into a snaggle-toothed warlock with a crooked back and yellowing eyes. All of Abdul's other works were forgotten, and the Necronomicon entered into the public subconscious as Abdul's greatest and only product. Now known as a mad worshipper of elder gods and sinister demons, Abdul went a bit insane. He produced many more eldritch tomes bastardizing his previous works, and personally headed a number of dangerous cults. Each time, his tome went forgotten, and each time his cult was disseminated within the decade.

In 1950, Abdul realized that his current attitude would only end in an unpleasantly brief moment of government attention, and opted to find some peace away from his homelands. He moved away from the Old World, and emigrated to America. His books on cruel rituals and mad gods found no audience beyond the tabletop wargames crowd, and so Abdul turned his encyclopaedic knowledge of the occult outwards into the fictional realm. Now a little-known writer of penny-dreadfuls and spooky doorstoppers, Abdul eked out a quiet living in New York.

 Never one to interact with other Fables, he hadn't even realized that Fabletown existed until recently. When it was discovered that he was the Abdul Alhazred, Abdul was promptly forced into Fabletown, to live with the rest of the Fables. The alternative, of course, was definitely not preferable. Abdul is certainly not a pillar of the community, but he has earned some measure of popularity as the suspiciously kind old freak living in a creepy apartment.

Abilities: Abdul has no actual combat abilities, though his fingernails are almost constantly filthy, and he is abnormally strong for someone of his stature.

Abdul's many travels have given him a wealth of knowledge, focusing on tradition, herbal medicine, ancient religions, and defense against evil creatures. He knows a wide variety of rituals for a wide variety of circumstances, though the materials necessary for them have long ago gone extinct. Only a few rituals can be reliably replicated with modern equivalents.

Abdul is a quite popular author, and his appearance is well-known to his readers. Though he is certainly not a celebrity like the (in)famous Jack, Abdul is capable of using his star power to get small amounts of special treatment from mundies.

Though Abdul is quite hideous, he is not nearly hideous enough to require a Glamor and has had plenty of experience working with mundies. Abdul is capable of comfortably fitting into mundane culture with very little effort on his part.

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"A rousing speech, my lord," stated a man positioned to the back of the rather large crowd that had assembled to hear Cole speak. Wearing a finely knitted suit -who's golden hue contrasted his darker complexion- stood none other than Prince Leon, joining in the round of applause as a pleasant smile spread across his visage. This moment was a bittersweet for the man, marking a new beginning for so many of his kin and himself, but a remembrance of the cost... For a moment, his mind was swept back to the day he and his wife were supposed to flee, only to have the Adversary's forces raid their kingdom and take the life of his beloved. This darker moment was quickly swept aside however, as one of the party goers cast a cheerful smile and wave in his direction. Offering the same courtesies, he'd make his way off the dance floor and off to buffet table- his eyes taking stock of the plentiful feast their host had provided.

 Leon couldn't help but smirk, he did after all help furnish tonight's events, if only by providing the King choice cuts and ample meats to sustain the guests. Owning his own butcher shop was a relatively lucrative buisness, dealing with both mundies and fables alike to bolster his sales and sustain the life he was used to living. Some would say he was pampered, but he maintained that it was the proper standard for his station.

 After his few moments of daydreaming, Leon would step beyond the foods, making his way to the selection of wines and other refreshments that had been provided for tonight's event. It was then that the man caught a very familiar scent, his eyes glancing back and forth as if searching for something. It wasn't long before the source of the smell was found, eyeing over the fable known as Boogie. As he watched the man stow a flask beneath his jacket, Leon merely rolled his eyes as he lifted a glass of wine from the table before him, "You are aware that his majesty has provided sustenance for this evening, Boogie, are you not?" Drawing the same glass to his lips, he'd retrieve another from the table as he turned to the man to whom he spoke, "Or are you just used to isolating yourself. This is a time for merriment," Leon spoke as he extended the extra glass to the man, "Mingle with the masses. This is a celebration of our new lease on life." If the glass was recieved, Leon would depart from Boogie, if not he'd set the glass by the man's side and do the same.

 Being no stranger to these gatherings, Leon would place himself at the whim of the crowd, kissing the hands of whatever maidens approached him and offering the male's a firm handshake in greetings. Once again memories would flood his mind, though of a much simpler time. He remembered his own kingdom's ballroom and the banquets they contained, the laughter of the lords and ladies of his realm echoing within the walls and off the marble spires. To be back in his element after so long... This felt like home to Leon.

[Assistant]
Attending A Party, Guan Yu Drinks Wine And Considers
Standing off near the drinks table, holding a bowl of wine, was the long bearded and suited figure of Guan Yu. He had worn his finest suit for the occasion, as befitting such a momentous day in their history, and his jade cane was held firmly in his other hand. Though the revelry and joy surrounding him warmed his heart, his mind wandered back to his home of China. How he yearned to return! But alas, a figure of his importance would be recognized. No one could forget their Celestial Emperor, after all. Above all, he missed his sworn brothers. Neither Xuande nor Yide had reached a status beyond ancestral memory. How was it that he, Yunchang, could surpass them? Once again, the thoughts had clouded his mind, and once again, he banished them.

It was appropriate that he was here. He had arranged for fine wines to be imported from China simply for his consumption, but others were partaking as well. It brought joy to Yunchang's heart that he had aided them so. This was why he also ran his life insurance company. The loss of family was always tough, and he was always on hand to ensure that the dead were sorted properly in the afterlife, and that their families did not have to suffer. Except for that pesky Mister Grey...

He pushed the thought from his mind and filled his tiny bowl with another helping of wine. The revelry pleased him, for joy experienced by others was joy experienced by Guan Yu. There was no dishonour here, nothing for him to enforce, he was simply content to watch. He tapped his cane idly and drank down his second bowl of wine, a droplet escaping into his magnificent beard, but he ignored it. Indeed, a fine evening. Unless Mister Grey came along... he pushed the thought from his mind again. Dorian Grey would not cause him trouble this fine eve. Yunchang would not permit it.

[User]
Abdul AlhazredTerrific Tales of Times Past!

In the northeast corner of the room, surrounding a tasteful ice sculpture of one Ichabod Crane in a rare moment of dignity, a small crowd had gathered. Not one of them shared a history, but amongst all of them a deep kinship was felt. These were the Fables best known for their scholarly duties.

Wizards, warlocks, sages, mages, witches, and liches of all sorts generally congregated in groups, for a wide variety of reasons. In some cases, it's because the only thing a witch can understand and empathize with is another witch. In others, it's because witches are naturally obligated to start bloody conflicts with other witches. In a rare few cases, it's because these witches have something they need from one another. Regardless of the reason, there was a war of many-colored and many-shaped witches huddled around one another, with little care for each other's personal space. As is the case with many magic-users' meetings, things remained amicable but with very noticeable overtones of impending violence. At the present, they were boasting about their experiences.

Abdul Alhazred was, contrary to popular opinion, not one to flip over tables and shower the room in hellfire at the slightest hint of competition. Nonetheless, he happily kept the same tone of voice the rest of the witches, who were the kind of people to do just that. His voice was cheerful and gentle, but, as was uniform amongst magic-users, held Implications. Right now, it was Abdul's turn to speak.

Abdul had been talking about the myriad minor gods, daemons, spirits, and deluded mortal creatures he had consulted over the course of his travels. Creatures of the night were, strangely enough, quite talkative if properly libated, and could act as a bottomless font of eldritch lore.

"--and I'll be honest, it was the best pilaf I've ever tasted!" Abdul said, wiping a stray fleck of dust off his shabby woollen jumper. "Yaldabaoth is quite a useful fellow, once you got used to him!"

This set off a wave of hawkish chattering amongst the attending witches and wizards. A small amount of them had convened with the Squamous God Yaldabaoth, Lowborn King of Scaled Vermin, Banner-Carrier of the Black Century, and often found their interactions to be pleasant, if somewhat tense.

The conversation briefly diverted onto the topic of how best to prepare pilaf. Many of the witches present had come from The Rus, and were eager to have their voices heard. The air around the impromptu coven stank of ozone as the witches amicably bickered and spat with one another. The sight of a crowd of witches arguing, much like a raging hurricane, can only be seen in its true horror a ways away from its center. At the center of it all was Abdul, smiling toothlessly and pleasantly presenting his own ideas on how best to prepare pilaf. Yaldabaoth and plenty others had given him a bottomless index of recipes borne from man's deepest dreams, and he was happy to share them!


[System]
Nickname: Genesis
Age: He doesn't age
Species: The-First

Description: His body resembles the body from a healthy young man, which also is really tall. There are good trained muscles under a white Shirt, black Cargos and Boots. He also wears a long leather jackett. He has long withe hair and his eyes differ from colors. One eye is darkbrown and lightblue, the other one is dark green and lightgrey. There are scars all over his body and he wears a mask. The Mask is split in half in the middle. One side is black, the other is white. On the Mask are three eyes, each one pair. The pair in the middle, where normaly eyes are, resembles normal eyes in form of a rhomboid, another pair above resembles happy eyes and the ones undeneath the middle ones sad eyes. On the black side of the mask the eyes are white and on the other side black. He also has a huge pair of wings, these are similiar to the wings of a white falcon.

Personality: Well, Nameless is most of the time a calm personality and talks not much. Most of the time he likes to watch the sky. But sometimes he can be really difficult, cause he is more sensitiv to some things than humans are. Also he is very curious and loves to learn new things.
History: When you ask him, he only will tell you that he is the first one of The First. By that he often means he was there when there was nothing but void and then *they* came. Sometimes he tells that the humans prayed to them, but forgott them, because of war with other humans. And then he says that he misses his kind, like he was the only one left.

But beneath what he is saying, he can easily read anciente writings like it is his native language. That's because he lived that long and learned much by this time. Now he wants to live with humans again.

House Shared With: Faust Arzt

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"Oh my..." was Ragna's first reaction to the sight before her.

The house they were staying on was beautiful. The corridors were perfectly cleaned and nicely decorated. And there was the scent of lilacs everywhere they went.

"I believe I shall take this room," Ragna said as they looked around in a room in the ground floor that was facing the garden. "I like the scent of the grass and flowers coming from the window."

@Daemanis

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Nick's House: bedroom

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She wasn't entirely awake yet. But she could notice the nice man standing in the room
"Oh, hi Nick, would you…"

"..ehh....mind telling me.."

"…the time?"

Hhmm.. she looked down and realized she was barely wearing any clothes.
And she was ashamed.. She covered herself up and wanted to go downstairs to apologize and ask the time. By the time she was dressed, she tried to play with the lamp. She didn't know how to operate it, so she tried a few things. Like shaking it. A few tests later she realized it was not used to stand on, was cold to the touch and she couldn't eat it because the taste was awful.
"Yuk…"
After she had rubbed the dust off of her 60cm tongue, she went downstairs.

She ran down searching for her pretty mate. She came down to find the smell of really tasty food in her little nose. She felt her tummy grow hungry. She found Nick doing things.. She decided to give him a nice hug from behind. A firm grip around his arms and his chest. "Good morning! Here's a hug to make up for earlier. Can you tell me what time it is? What are we having for breakfast? Are we going to explore the rest of the house today? Are…" Plenty of questions ensued. She was looking everywhere as her speaking started picking up pace. Her squeeze on the boy became tighter and tighter with every passing question.

[User]
Having had her fill of the giant fluffy spider, Light rolled gracefully off her, only leaving a tiny hole in the floor when she landed on one foot. Having a look at the annoyed look on her face, Light said. "Considering how rare it is to see a big one like you, and how people are usually off put by ya. Dunno why your annoyed when someone is ecstatic to see ya, you should be over the moon!" Moving over to grab Ms. Zombie lady in a one armed hug, lifting her off the ground a bit, Light said. "You got a fun roomie too! Assuming she can take off and reattach bits of her body." Staring at Haruka with one large eye, she continued. "You can do that, right?"

Being a bit invigorated with all the new blood in the house, Light moved excitedly around. Yoki had taken most of the food by now as Light was a bit too distracted with the new people and didn't have all that hair to use to interact with others, so she was hopeful that they'd all have a nice cookout and whatnot, or head out for dinner or order pizza or something. "Careful Fuzzy spider zombie host. If you both start to cook food, I might just show you two how bad my appetite can get." Light said with a smile, turning to stare at Shau.

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"My parents were born in Germany... So that's why I have this name. It may be a little strange here, but I like it." As Genesis heard that, he said nothing but appreciated this man in silent.

Short after Faust called Genesis, he went outside of his room, making his way to Faust. "I guess... you can talk a little german?" He asked his host, waiting for ihm to sit down as a gesture of politness. It was an old gesture, but Nameless wanted his host comfortable with ihm. He knew that he appeared to some people intimidating. So... he only tried to be as normal for humans as possible and not to creep them out.

His eyes scanned Faust, as if Genesis tried to figure out what he could say to... gain his trust or so. But he lost this hope as he sneezed. There were feathers, a sharp blow of air and rusteling. The Wings were open, touched the celing. "I... i uhm... i am just sorry! So sorry!" It was embarassing for him... just so embarassing.

[User]
With a smile and a "Thank you~", Melissa happily began munching away at her food. It was a good meal, but it wouldn't exactly be complete without the tea. Thankfully, Charles was already working on the self-proclaimed queen's drink, and she couldn't wait to taste it.

In the meanwhile, however, her host family had retreated to a different part of the house to phone someone. In search of other means of entertainment, Melissa grabbed a remote, pointed it at the TV, and turned it on. Unsatisfied with the game show that was currently on, she quickly began searching for different channels, eventually settling on a channel that was currently airing a rather...odd movie, starring an American musician and an American president, both of whom were supposed to be dead. Apparently there was also some sort of reanimated mummy on the loose, but Melissa really didn't care all that much about the plot. She was too busy laughing, after all. Why worry about the story when you're perfectly content with laughing at the movie's funny moments?

It was indeed a fun film so far, but Melissa was still waiting on her tea. "Charles, dear," Melissa called out after finishing the bit of meat that was in her mouth, "when will the tea be ready? I'm awfully thirsty right now."

[Assistant]
Aela Theraphos

Aela looked at Haru in annoyance as she suggested that she would purr but then gave a toothy smile."No we arachne do not pur, but if you want a shoulder rub I can happily oblige. Tell me though do you mind scars?" She asked holding up her hands that were mostly covered in fur except for her fingers which were black chitin and sharp ",Do the dead still feel pain?"

Her attention was then drawn back to the odd unknown monster girl who slid off her back. Before she got to far, Aela gave a huff of annoyance and picked her up by the back of her shirt to raise the girl to her eye level while she spoke this time."Indeed I know the rarity of what I am. I personally though do not enjoy being treated like furniture on first meetings," stated Aela then dropping the girl back on the ground. The other house guest, the demon, hadn't done much and yet Aela had a feeling to trust her the least around their host.

Her attention like everyone elses was brought back to Haru when the sound of something breaking occur where she stood."You are certain I can't bite her? It will paralyze her long enough for her not to touch anything. Or at least may I web her hands from touching something else to break?" Aela asked Shau.

,@liferusher,@Fabricant451,@KawaiiKyouko,@Archmage MC

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Nick's House
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Nick was a little surprised when Dolly hugged him. "N-no, it's me who should be sorry." He replied. "I didn't knock or anything and just barged in. I was the one in the wrong, really." Nick told his housemate.

"Anyway, it's morning and we're having... well, I'm not really sure what you'd like so I just prepared a fairly standard breakfast of bacon, eggs, butter and bread. I have some milk too if you like that." Nick showed Dolly the table of where the breakfast was neatly prepared. The aroma of the food was still strong indicating it was recently cooked.

"And yes, we're going to be touring my house today. Aaand..." Nick stopped Dolly's barrage of questions. "We're going to take things one at a time, okay? For now, let us eat." And with that, both the human and the terranean had begun to break their fast. While he stopped Dolly from bombarding him with questions, he did not want total silence.

"So uhh, would you mind telling me about your home? You know, since I'll be telling you all about my home after we're done."

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Nick's House:

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The first thing Dolly touched upon was the milk. "Hmm.. this food is so tasty!!! Especially the milk. Did you make this? Hmm.. I didn't realize small boobs could give that much milk… " She finished her glass.
When she looked at the plate. She smiled. A 40 cm tongue left her mouth, reaching the plate and emptying it in a matter of seconds. The thick throbbing muscle mass dripped on the table.
"Sluuuuuurrp."
She stretched her arms up. In doing so, she was sticking out her chest. Raising and lowering her shoulders one by one, a snapping sound was made.

"Ahh.." She lowered her hands.

"Well, my home is not quite like this one. Who worked on these? Where did you get the hardened dirt? Oh.. wait.. hehe… you guys don't use spit on your houses." She pulled an angry face with closed eyes, indicating how stupid she felt.
"I'm sorry.. my home.. it was just very messy.. we didn't know we were treated badly.. but… " she looked down. "Eh.. do you mind if we look around the house? "

[User]
Faust Arzt

"I guess... you can talk a little german?" Genesis asked, standing up near the table.

"Ja, ich kann, Herr Genesis." Faust said, with a heavy German accent and a smile.

"Mein Gott..." Faust said, sitting down and clearing his throat after speaking. It was so long since he had spoken in his mother tongue that it felt a bit strange... almost like if it was a foreign language. That surprised Faust a little bit, but it wasn't that unexpected, since he almost never used german to anything nowadays.

"Meine Deutschkenntnisse sind schon etwas eingerostet... My German is a little rusty..." He said, repeating the phrase in English.
"Sorry about that. It's been a long time since I spoke in my mother tongue, it feels a bit weird, you know?" Faust said, laughing.

"Please, go ahead!" Faust said, pointing to the tea, already in the table.

But suddenly, a gust of wind hit Faust in the face as Genesis sneezed, feathers flying on the air, as he stood there with his wings open.
"That was... something!" Faust said, with his eyes wide open, surprised.
"Don't worry, I'll clean it later. Lets just drink our tea for now, or it'll get cold, shall we?" Faust said, with an amicable smile.

[Assistant]
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Nick's House
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Nick chuckled. "Thank you, Dolly." He was not sure what to make of the 'small boobs' part though.

And then something happened that left Nick awestruck. Dolly's tongue was long enough to eat all the food on her plate without needing to lean too much nor even use the utensils. "Whoa, that's so cool!" Nick remarked about Dolly's long tongue. "How long can it extend because that looked very far."

"Oh, no no. It's fine." Nick replied. "I'm genuinely interested in how your people live, Dolly."

"Ah, of course. Let me just clean up for a second and we can start."

And with that, Nick began taking the terranean to the various parts of the house. From the bathroom, to the kitchen and the living room. However, there was one thing that Nick found that confused him. "This... I've never seen this staircase before..." Nick said. "My house doesn't have a second floor." He knew for sure that his house did not have a second floor so seeing the stairs felt a bit surreal.

Without a word said, Nick ascended the stairs into the unknown second floor. What he found was something out of the ordinary. Nick was surprised as well as confused. "Ummm, Dolly? Do you... do you know what this is?"

[User]
"Don't worry, I'll clean it later. Lets just drink our tea for now, or it'll get cold, shall we?" Nameless just nodded and sat down. "Uhm... you won't need to clean it! Please... let me clean it as it is my mess I made. Ich entschuldige mich vielmals"

Now Genesis hoped to have broken the ice as it still seemed to be there for him. He used to speak msny different languages as he loved to travel and learn new things. Now he grew tired and wanted to mske a friend. A friend and a home would bring change in Genesis life, so he hoped.

As he reached for the cup with tea, he smelled and took a short nip. "I can understand your feeling about speaking in mother tounge after a long time... or other languages", he smiled underneath his mask. His voice was softly and pleasuring to hear. "I don't even know if I am still able to talk in my mother tounge... as I never speak it with humans or other crearures, but only with my kind."


[System]
Theme:
Just One Yesterday by Fall Out Boy

Gender:
Female

Species:
Lessereurm

Appearance:
Green with blue mixed in.
She looked like a fantasy version of a skink lizard, her head being more bony with scaly outcrops along her snout and over the ridges on her eyes. Though she had no back legs, her front limbs had become somewhat longer and stronger. While she didn't have true thumbs, her claws had been reduced to three digits, two of which were longer and the third of which was shorter, thicker, and set at an angle to the others. It was a bit like a human's hand making a constant "Spock-hand" by holding the index-middle and pinky-ring fingers in pairs and curling the thumb. The joints of these "fingers" and the natural curl of her claws gave her a stronger grip that she could feel even as she began to pull herself along the ground--she would be able to pull, or to scoop and dig, quite fast if she felt so inclined. She was roughly twice as long as her previous form, though not so heavy-set throughout her body. As her tail instinctively lashed behind her, she would likely feel confident that she could easily contort herself in a variety of shapes.

Goals:
Rain has only a few major goals:
-Follow any instructions from the mysterious Demon King
-Make the most of this second chance, no matter the cost
-Become the King's favorite, at any cost (selfish reasons, really)

Past Life:
There were few things more important to Rain in her short life than secrecy, alertness, and speed. She was not stronger than most, she was not at healthy as most, but with those three key factors helped to keep her alive and ahead in the dirty streets of an unnamed slum deep in the heart of Detroit.

Born to teen parents who didn't want her, it was a life of hardship from the start. She looked to her parents and was left wanting, before being abandoned at the age of six. She was a street urchin with a lack of trust and a thirst for better.

She scraped by, year after year, by honing these skills and not being afraid to be ruthless with the other filth left in the gutter, the gangs and the deranged.

Her life, however, was cut short by someone just a bit smarter and faster than she was, who happened to slip a knife between her ribs at the age of 16.

Given a second chance, she's going to do it right this time.

Transformations:
Fanged Lizard -- Lesserwurm

Inventory:

[User]
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"You heard me." Digbie's voice was calm again, but bore a striking cold to it. If this was his inner eighth grader, then gosh the stuff he drew was dark. If the rest of the group didn't know any better, Digbie's voice would reasonably terrifying, almost to such an extent that he was dead serious about wanting to get these goblins to do his bidding. "If you guys want to prove yourself to me, you will release this goat after my friends and I return to the safety of our shelter. After that, you will kill it, and... bring me its head." Digbie's heart sank as he continued. He didn't want to see the goat die, but at the same time, these goblins were nothing but trouble. Surely, Jehanne wasn't going to cast him aside for this?

"If you bring the head of that goat to me, then it will show that you are strong enough for me to come with you. If you don't, then I guess that this was a waste of everybody's time." Digbie took the trousers off the ground, kicked off his flimsy Grass Skirt that he didn't need anymore, and pulled the trousers up over his goblinoid legs. Of course, they were oversized and flimsy, but still they seemed to be a little better than the skirt Digbie was wearing before this. Still, he'd check them out with Material, Magical, and Plant Analysis. Hopefully he could tell something was a bit better with these pants. He also did the same for the Cap, placing it on over his head carefully as to not have the Yill on it previously hurt. Surprisingly, the Yill poked right out from underneath the hat, almost like a small tuft of bangs.

Digbie looked at Rags from underneath the cap, the dark shadow casting a scowl over his eyes, which seemed to glow against the darkness, possibly from some magical influence due to his Mana Affinity. Either that or Digbie was somehow putting some magical energy into his scowl only for looks. "We will be waiting, Rags Nar."

Digbie turned to face the shelter, and looked at his friends. He ushered for them to follow into the shed with him, a slightly worried expression on his face. If everyone decided to go in, Digbie'd block the door with an Earth Wall II, just to make sure that Rags and the gaggle couldn't get in. Digbie even sent out a pulse with Tremor Sense III, hoping Torrent caught on and hurried back inside the shelter too so Digbie could explain his plan.

Giving Rags and the Goblin Gaggle the details of Digbie's final request.
Examining the trousers and cap with Material, Plant, and Magical Analysis before putting them on.
Asking for everyone to get inside.
 - Tremor Sense III noise for Torrent's knowledge.
 - If everyone gets inside, Digbie'd raise a wall to keep the gobs out so he can tell his plan to the Monster Party.

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+ {Use Light Equipment]
+ {Use Medium Equipment}
+ {Tremor Sense - Tier III}
+ {Soil Manipulation - Tier II}
+ {Stone Shot - Tier II}
+ {Stronger - Tier I}
+ {Taboo - Tier I}
+ {Job System - 0th Tier - Skirmisher}
+ {Sacred Ground - Tier II}
+ {Rock Spire - Tier II}
+ {Earth Affinity - Tier I}
+ {Earth Vein - Tier II}
+ {Monster Analysis - Tier I}
+ {Material Analysis - Tier I}
+ {Plant Analysis - Tier I}
+ {Magic Analysis - Tier I}
+ {Mana Orb - Tier II}
+ {Mana Affinity - Tier I}
+ {Meditate - Tier I}
+ {Overwork - Tier I}
+ {Spell Chant - Tier I}
+ {Shield - Tier II}
+ {Fortify - Tier I}
+ {Mental Resistance - Tier I}
+ {Sensory Resistance - Tier I}
+ {Analysis}
+ {Earth Wall - Tier I}
+ {Minor Heal - Tier I}
+ {Guidance - Tier I}
+ {Alert - Tier I (apparently)}
<EQUIPPED - HEAD> Blessed White Yill Flower
<EQUIPPED - HEAD^2> Dusty Cap <??>
<EQUIPPED - BACK> Makeshift Robe <Below Average>
<EQUIPPED - REAR> Dusty Trousers <??>
<EQUIPPED - HAND> Chipped Shank {Well Made - BROKEN}
<EQUIPPED - ARMS> Battle-Scarred Shield <Average - BROKEN>
<EQUIPPED - FEET> Woven Sandals <Above Average - Slightly Broken>

 <Ratskin Pack
TM
> and <Discarded Satchel> (TOTAL INVENTORY SLOTS - 12 / 17)
 - <Woodland Pick
TM
>
 - <Common Prayers to Jehanne> {Poor - Heavily Damaged}
 - <Cushiwog Mushrooms> x5
 - <Blue Yill> x3
 - <Tomahawk Head>
 - <Maiden Effigy>
 - <Scattered Coins>
 - 3 Gol, 2 Sil, 8 Copp, (so basically 3.28)
 - <Curved Rock
TM
>
 - <Small Stones of Varying Quality>
 - 2 Hard Stones
 - 2 Shiny Stones
 - Quartz Pebble
 - Smooth Bead
+ Fashion 8 Beads of Prayer.
 - (? / 8)

[Assistant]
~Temporary Campsite~
Throat Pouch:
- x6 Nothing
Rawhide Backpack
- x5 Nothing
Equipped:
Mana Bone Spear (Average)
1 Smooth Stone

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This was...going surprisingly well. Ash was further impressed with Digbie's handling of the situation. Perhaps he was more than just a naive seeming goblin. If they could kill themselves fighting the goat, then they could handle the goat themselves. On the chance they killed the goat, they could pick off the weakened goblin. A suitable plan that achieved their goal with the least amount of work on their end, supposing they went through with it. The only thing she'd have done differently is watch for amusement.

Hm, perhaps...?

Breathing out, Ash turned her scaly face towards the goblins.

"...I'll stay behind and watch, to make sure they don't do anything...treacherous." She said to Digbie, making well sure the other goblins could hear her. A little more fear and confusion wouldn't be a bad thing at the moment. Gripping the spear in her tail, Ash made herself comfortable in front of the den, watching the goblins with mild interest. It'd get her some much useful information on goblins in general, as well as this goat. Activating  Mana Sense, Mana Vision, and all of her other Analytic skills, Ash watched the area from her perch.

[User]
Asteria

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Soft flesh cushioned her impact, and Asteria swore she could hear the faint creaking of suffering bones from her enemy's torso. Though they'd tackled it from behind, the bastard still managed to lash with an arrow at Mother Rat, harming her and causing her to back away. Still holding the arrow as if it were a dagger, the goblinoid twisted around, trying to grab at her with one hand and stab her with the other. Using her whole body weight, Asteria shifted to pin its torso down even more harshly, and intercepted the attack with her own paws, knocking the grabbing hand away with a clawed attack, while grabbing the arrow-armed one by the wrist. Instead of letting it come to a contest of strength, however, the dire rat tightened her tail around the Bloodingfly stinger she'd kept ahold of ever since 'equipping' it after her conversation with the gnome, and drove the pointy end swiftly towards the green-skinned archer's neck!

[Assistant]
Torrent watched on from her position, extending her power further into the ground beneath her to loosen up the area in case she needed to dig. As Digbie made his plan, however, an idea of her own came to mind. She couldn't risk showing herself and joining her friends in their den, nor did it seem that Ash was inclined to follow anyways, but she knew what Digbie wanted.

Make them weaken themselves. It wasn't so different from when she'd killed those goblins before the big fight with Rattleskull. And hadn't these goblins thought she was some great demon last time when they couldn't see her? Keeping her stealth skills going she spoke up.

"A sacrifice, yessss," she hissed loud enough for her words to reach the goblins ears. "Yessss, prove yourselves worthy. Prove your strength."


[System]
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Age:
17

Faction:
Mostly the Forgotten, but he has been known to go alone on occasion.

Personality:
Erren is rather brash, often saying things that are offensive on a whim without thinking. He has been known to be rather uncaring with his actions and often doesn't care about neither the repercussions or the people involved. He has also been known to be very violent, to the point of almost killing people, but tends to hide it from his friends. Despite this, he is actually extremely intelligent in both chemistry and computer science, whilst also being a rather impressive fiction writer. And, to put it simply, he has a mild case of chuunibyou.

Backstory:
To be revealed, except maybe one part. Try and guess ^_^

Other:
He keeps a set of very sharp knives, two katanas and a shotgun in his secret area. He also has a set of 52 cards that he made himself, all with summoning circles printed on them.

He has also adopted the moniker of Nine from somewhere, but he has also called himself the "Ninth Ruler of the Continuum Throne". Whatever that means...

[User]
]@Mivuli@LovelyAnastasia

Shiba watched seeing that Erren showed up to talk to the new person on the ground along with Kim. Shiba was getting an itchy trigger finger which was only worsened when he saw through the scope that she was giving the signal to stay calm and wait 3 minutes. Shiba then reset the timer in his watch to go for the next 3 minutes. He had a scope in the pawn shop itself so he could see what was happening and was able to know that the trader from before hasn't tried anything so now Shiba was just going to have to watch and wait a little longer. Damn it Shiba was on edge he started to get the feeling of pins and needles on his hands needing to do something. He gets this way when their members die and he feels like he cant do anything! its so frustrating! Shiba put down his sniper rifle and then took a few more swigs of his scotch to calm down his trigger finger. Shiba needed to stay calm and trust in his friends to keep the trade going. Shiba knew that this is what they did so he couldn't interfere until necessary, didn't mean he couldn't feel nervous around the amount of people in the shop though....

[Assistant]
Charon stared intently at the monitor, grabbing his glasses and cleaning them. When the girl mentioned parting away with the samples, his whole body tensed significantly. His nostrils flared up.

"They're part of my research, those. I would rather defend those with my life." He unintentionally get out, his anger getting the best of him. He quickly realized his mistake though, as he composed his face in a thin illusion of civility. The second comment she made didn't help. Reminded him of his failures. I´m gonna go the full mile and strangle you, you little shit. Even if it means breaking... hold on. Charon's gears clicked in his mind, as his murderous thoughts brought him awareness of a little detail, the wording of the oath. He lowered his head. She wasn't aware of that, was she?

Like a methodical adult, he swallowed hard. Losing the samples would be quite a blow, but you couldn't win all of your battles. You needed to look at the bigger scheme. Lose a battle, win a war. He inhaled.

"Alright. Both of those I accept. I swear on my sister's tomb and all the tombs of my patients I will not to try undermine your authority as the Oracle."

I'll undermine you for sure. Or outright kill you. This oath has a second reading.

[User]
Watching carefully as the man unloaded his bags, Marion took inventory in her head of things they would need and things they wouldn't need. "Yes. no. yes. yes. yes. no." she thought to herself as he filled the counter with his items. Mari had been zoning out while the boy spoke, most customers if they weren't apart of the forgotten just rambled about how well their group was doing, or hadn't seen another person for weeks upon weeks so they used Marion as a crutch for a good conversation. However, when the boy said "Seems they had been killing all sorts of people, though." she felt a twinge of grief for the mass of lives they lost recently. "They are savages and not deserving of life, let alone freedom." Mari replied, giving the boy a stern look. He fiddled around with his bags some more, making mistakes that she took not much notice in, nor care. Turning her straight face into a small smile.

In the distance of the store front Drake and Abel made their way to the shop. "Here comes Drake, he will be able to help you better than I can. Even though, between you and I, I'm the best salesperson there is around these parts. Could have sold you your shoes that you're wearing if I tried." she teased as the man from before suddenly busted through the doors.

"How can I join The Forgotten?"

Marion stared with her mouth agape. It wasn't often that people asked to join their group, it just sort of happened over time. People that didn't belong anywhere else came, did favors, just stayed around. Some seasonal, some forever. "I-I uh." Mari started, a bit overwhelmed with how many things were going on at the time.

As if someone was punishing her, Kim came around the corner to join in on the party. Marion didn't know much about Kim, but what she did know scared the shit out of her. She heard the girl killed her entire family even before the virus happened. She heard that Kim once killed a 300lb man with just a ballpoint pen. She heard Kim would kick anyone's ass if you even looked at her funny. All of these were rumors of course, but all rumors have a bit of truth to em'.

Now more members had came around, surrounding the shop. Speaking with yet another new face. "What is it about new people today?" she thought to herself, wishing someone would give her a hand. Kim moved to the side letting yet ANOTHER person into the shop. "Is it getting hot in here, or just me?" Marion whispered to herself, with a nervous chuckle as she arranged the items they needed to the side and the others to the side. "Okay shorty, this is what I'll take. What are you looking to trade? We'll go from there." Looking towards the wandering priest, "You will have to talk to someone with some more power, I suggest you wait outside. I don't have any business here for you." and now to the one eyed girl she spoke, pointing a finger towards her, "I hope you see something you like here to trade with me, or we have no business for you either." Marion said with a smug look upon her face.

She thought she handled that relatively well.

[Assistant]
Alphonsé Akiyama
The Forgotten HQ

@Mivuli @LovelyAnastasia @Vocab

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The tension was high on the shop and Rōnin did not like it one bit. People began flooding the shop and with more people, more potential hostiles. He gripped his gūnto tighter now, one hand on his revolver ready to gun everyone down. Years of loneliness didn't make him the most trusting of people and he's actually the direct opposite. Staring intently at the nervous girl with hollow eyes, he waited for his answer. Though the man looked incredibly calm in the outside, he was straining for control. Inner, with every whiff of dead body, gained strength to try and take him over.

'This would all be very simple if you let me out and slaughter all these people.' Alphonsé rolled his eyes before stomping on the little insect and kicking him into a cage. He felt calmer now but if this tension wasn't cut soon, parts of him would be tempted to let Inner do his thing. "You will have to talk to someone with some more power, I suggest you wait outside. I don't have any business here for you." He almost flipped table, slightly angered at the inefficiency of the Forgotten.

Rōnin placed his hands on the table, eyes staring intently at the girl, and rumbled in a deep voice "Well. I shall wait outside but I will not wait there for long." He smiled and turned to walk towards the door. He knew how intimidating his smile, the inner horrors that it hid and how it creeped the majority of people out. It was the smile of a crazy man living a crazy life. It was enough to make most people shudder or cry. He walked towards the entrance before pausing to look at the situation in front of him.

'It's even more fucking tense out here than it is there!' He watched as the man, presumably a part of the Forgotten, drew a gun and aimed it at the girl. Alphonsé wasn't called the "Wandering Priest" for no reason and was deeply religious and had a chivalry second to none. No matter how long he stayed in those damn gangs, no one can change his upbringing. He opened the door and stepped in between the gun and the girl.

"Boy." He said in a deep Japanese accent, looking down at the younger man with disappointed eyes. "You know what they do in the Yakuza when you don't treat a woman with respect?" He raised his left hand, showing him the famous four fingered hand. "You put that gun away and let the girl into the shop. I don't mean no harm but if you don't let this Lady in, I will find service elsewhere." He indicated to the door to let the redhead in.

[User]
The Cyclops
Not Just A Job, But Survival
@SgtEasy@Vocab

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Cy was hesitant to move for a moment, but she supposed that the Willow Pixie was her best bet at survival next to Sharp Shot and Greenie. Boys... Honestly. Giving one last look up to the roof, she followed the expressionless pixie girl. Sure, the red head knew she wasn't the most trustworthy looking person around, but who was these days? It was people who looked too trustworthy that Cy never wanted to mess with. That was just asking for trouble. At least she was honest about having no real side but her own. Good thing the girl decided to risk Cy though. The lash marks on her back were starting to make her worry.

Slinker ended up coming outside and stepping in front of the gun pointed at her. Curious. Most people didn't like getting shot for other. How odd. She wasn't often surprised. But this rouge was surprising to her. Tilting her head back, she peered at him curiously, then gave him a nod of gratitude as she passed. Curiouser and curiouser... She'd have to to study him a bit later. Yea know, when she was bleeding through her shirt.

Trouble? Her? She had meant it when she had said that she would be less of a threat than the other strangers in the shop. Cy was starting to feel a bit light headed, but she refused to show weakness. Not with Greenie eyeing her like she eyed a nice rabbit in the brush. Hand signals were exchanged, and Cy followed the other girl into the building. It was a lot smaller than it looked, all cramped and claustrophobic. The kind of place she hated. But she was coming towards the end of her rope. It was still a good trek to the Earthkin territory, and the Forgotten were a better risk that the O.S., Scorps, or any other small gang who could be easy targets.

Rubbing a gloved hand over her brow, she removed some dust and cold sweat. Dammit, she was was getting weak now? Now when she had to watch her back? Great. A sun-kissed, badger-attitude girl was working the shop. Cy shifted her green eye to the ex-Cyote cautiously. She hadn't worked with either of this guy or the Slinker, but rumors were enough. Possible connections with either would be nice, but she was working a game plan right now. Speaking of which...

Badger Girl had turned her sharp tone right on Cy. Putting her map on the untouched side of the table, she slowly took off the shot gun and ammo straps, keeping them on her arm, just in case anyone decided to try and grab a bit of extra around here. Then, slowly, carefully, she shrugged off her jacket with a small hiss. Turn her back to the sharp-tongued girl, she jabbed a thumb at a her back. The shirt she wore stuck to her back with dark dingy red stick stains, slowly seeping out with more and more blood.
"Got anythin' fer this?" she grunted through her teeth, head held high, "It's sorta ruin' my shirt. Salve or bandages or anythin' would be nice."
Smug little badger girl... She just wanted to trade as quickly as possible. Maybe find some run down forgotten place where she could apply medicine and sleep for a bit. A nice easy night. For once. Geez, she hated feeling pathetic. Let's just get this over with.

[Assistant]
a new challenger approaches Erren thought, as the wondering priest stepped in between him and the Scotish one. When people stood in front of a shot normally, the bullet would just pass them through and then move onto the next. However, bullets were a lot less fun than playing with people and their ideals. Especially someone who both seemed religious, as well as gang material, or at least that's what he claimed.
"Well that's unlucky for you, because we aren't a Yakuza. Nor do we play by their rules." he said, flipping the revolver into his hand so he was holding the barrel, "You seem like a... Mostly, reasonable person. But don't cross me when I'm having fun, or it'll be your name on my bullet, not hers." he finished, motioning to the redhead who had now made her way into the shop. He had a right mind to shoot him where he stood just to get the thing over with, but for some reason that almost didn't feel right. It wasn't that morals stood in his way, but that there was a lot more this priest could do for the Forgotten alive than being worm food, and one such thing was not bloody prayers.
"I heard our shopkeeper wanted you to speak to a Drake. Now, I would love to help you in your predicament of joining the wounded field, but I have much better things to be doing that don't involve helping lost thugs make their own goddy way in life. Talk to Hans if he can be arsed, but don't expect much. They're either grieving or don't trust you as far as they could through you, which," he paused, quickly looking over the priests body and shape, "Would be about a couple centimetres, give or take whatever you land on." he said, throwing the pistol lightly into the air and then catching it by the handle. Then he stuffed it into has pocket and stepped around the priest, heading into the shop to see what kind of crap was going on inside.