[System]
* Human: Ashwing
* Elven: Reona
* Dwarven: Knurhiem
* Urgal: Kaz Jtierl Razhid

Gender: Female
Age: Egg
Destined rider: Small Alph

Appearance:

Egg:
Ashwing's egg looks like it was made out of metal, looking polished and reflective. As far as colors go, it is orange with jet black flame pattern.

Hatchling:

"What are you looking at? Close the door you're letting the heat out! What? Come on, say it! Say I'm 'little' I dare you!"
Source

Even freshly hatched, it was apparent Ashwing would not be too large. Whereas a regular female hatchling would be the size of a human forearm, Ashwing is easily a third smaller and looks rather skinny in comparison.

Adult:

"I'm mid sized! MID! SIZED! If I'm so tiny how about you spring for some more FOOD!"
Source

As expected, Ashwing is tiny by dragon standards, making her fast and agile both on the ground and in the air, but lacking a mean punch or the ability to glide effortlessly for long distances. Her wings are leathery rather than feathery, further increasing her agility.

Height at withers: 1.7 m
Total height: 2.4 m
Length (Standing): 4.5 m
Length (Head to tail): 6 m
Wing span: 8.5 m

Personality:

Ashwing is an egg donated by a couple of wild dragons to the Order. Long story short, Ashwing's parentage makes her a warrior with a touch of superiority complex. She doesn't see humans below her, oh no - she sees everyone below her, until they prove her wrong. This attitude doesn't make for many friends, but those who 'make the cut' are friends indeed, and she returns the feelings wholeheartedly. Once you sway her to your side, she is loyal for life.

Ashwing has a grey view of morality, believing the end justifies the means. She also loves the smell of battle, as any dragon with wild parents would, but doesn't share the striving for honor the other dragons of the order would, in her own words, 'suffer'. She comes off a bit rude and more than stubborn, however inside what her body lacks she makes up with sharp and witty mind. Ashwing has easy time understanding and remembering new things and applying them afterwards, making her a dangerous combatant despite being a runt. Before she would dirty her claws with your guts, she would attempt to lead you into a trap, and once she has to fight, she will not hesitate to use every dirty move in her book.

Trivia:
* Voice actor: Jennifer Hale
* Theme: FMA: Brotherhood OST - Knives and Shadows

[User]
Alph put his heels into the horse's flanks, hard, and the two of them sped off as fast as she could carry them. She was no charger or destrier, but she was fast enough on the half decent road that Mashal had, and in a matter of minutes they were crossing the bridge again. He had to slow down shortly after the bridge, to guide the horse safely down the hill and across the flooded valley. It was about midday when he lashed the tired beast to a nearby tree and went back inside after a quick look around to make sure no one was approaching.

"OVER MY DEAD BODY, EGGTHIEF!"

The thought threw Alph into action before he had properly digested it. The emotions, the anger and the fear, coming to him from his dragon spurred him on faster than anything else could have. He was drawing his sword on his way down the stone stairs, but he stopped short just behind one of the other dragons(he didn't recall which one).

He hadn't expected someone to already be here, but even more he didn't expect to recognize the threat. She was a local, the one with the strange name. Zyloria. He didn't know what the situation was, but Ashwing was accusing her of theft.

"Aye," he said aloud, standing a few steps up with his sword held ready, "I would put that down."

[Assistant]
Zyloria Reise

The half elf rotated the egg in her hand, looking between the two small dragons, each perhaps the size of a housecat, and the humans watching her quietly. She couldn't hear the dragon hatchlings speaking, though she assumed they were unhappy with her touching the egg. It was heavy in her arms, though as another boy walked into the room she had been putting it into a cradle of cloth against her right hip, opposite her own short sword. The male lifted a hand, old sword in hand as she watched him. His grip wasn't confident, and his voice shook ever so slightly. He was pale, as if he had seen a ghost before his arrival.

The corner of her mouth turned up, a small grin taking shape on her usually calm and distant face. "Do you know how to use that Alphonse?" She asked him, adjusting the cradle over her shoulder, tightening the knot so that the egg wouldn't fall. She didn't want it breaking after all. "Could you kill someone with it?" It was a rather forward question, but one that they would all need to answer eventually. With the journey they had intended to make, they would need to be stronger than they were now. They were village boys, untrained and barely more educated than the average townsperson. Though, that just might be because of her father.

Zyloria stepped toward the male, moving until his swordtip was pressed lightly against her chest. "Apply pressure right here-" She adjusted it's placement, setting it against her leather tunic, to the left of her sternum. "-and you stand a chance of killing someone." Her gaze never left his eyes as she lowered her left hand to the hilt of her own weapon. "Besides. I rather like the look of this one."

The half elf, knew that danger was approaching, her could smell the fire in the air, the smoke on their clothes. Something had happened back in the town, something that they couldn't let them get away from. A step back, a sigh and an almost motherly caress to the egg - that which she felt a soft vibrate in response - and she moved her hand from the hilt of her blade. "From the looks of it, we don't have a lot of time. So I'll explain on the way." Zyloria took a deep breath, steadying her already swiftly beating heart. No doubt the dragons could smell the nervousness on her. "Local storyteller that taught you guys about the world? Yeah, he's my dad. If you guys are going to get out of here in time, you will need help. Help that Father and I are more than willing to provide. He'll teach us to fight, to care for our dragons and where not to go. There's horses at the farm, some jarred vegetables from last season." Her left hand clenched, fingers digging into the palm of her hand to stop her own shaking. "I hate Galbatorix just as much as you do. I'll be dammed if I don't do what I can to get rid of him."

By the time she was finished speaking, she was looking at the floor, one hand on the egg for confidence, the other beginning to bleed from how tightly she had clenched her fist, trying her best not to shake. These were the reasons she hated human. She didn't understand how an eternal beauty, a woman immortal and nearly a goddess, could have stood human culture enough to fall in love with her own father. She would never say that they shouldn't have met. She just wished that there was a way that humans could learn to be better. But these were children, common village children who didn't know anything about the world. Human children who shouldn't ever want to kill someone. Perhaps, when they have time, she may speak with them of her forwardness. But now was a time for escape and survival.

[User]
Onam
Feelings of annoyance entered Onam's mind as he leaped from Gren's arms, slowly prowling towards the flank of the elven woman trying to take one of his cousins away. He guessed that she was a half elf, as she lacked the obvious physical characteristics of a full elf, yet the the untapped magical energy within her was palpable. He tossed a thought back at Gren, stopping a few feet away from Zyloria. "It is?" The hatchling's barbed tail began to curl upward over himself as he lowered the front of his body to the ground, ready to leap at and stab Zyloria if necessary.
Grendel Kirk
Before Gren could even act, multiple dragons had sprung into action, saying what was literally on all of their minds. Thanks to Alph's dragon at least. Gren instead unslung his bow and nocked an arrow, aiming just to the left of Zyloria's head.

"It is?"

"I guess not for you, no."

Gren rolled his eyes at Zyloria's words."You're still going to put that egg down, after you tried to ransom it for Gods know why. Two seconds is all I need, thief. One second to move my aim just slightly, and one second to let go of this arrow. I recommend you take that egg and put it into Gale's hands nice and easy now." He paused. "I won't need a third second to hesitate." The threat was very real, and his voice stood on it's own, solid as steel. Grendel's mind was doing backflips of joy, however. There was no way Zyloria could be a rider at this point! He mused over how quickly everyone in the room turned on her so quickly, it was fascinating really.

[Assistant]
Alph kept the blade pointed toward her until she let it press against her. He was grappling with not only his won feelings, but those of his dragon as well. He could keep calm in the face of a threat, but Ashwing didn't have that knack, and all he felt was fear-filled aggression from her.

When the red headed girl reached for her own sword, the anger came from his own mind as well, and he was overwhelmed with it. He almost plunged the blade in, but at the last second she moved her hand away, touching the egg instead, and his own stance relaxed some.

Alph took the last steps down the stairs, but kept his sword out. He didn't trust her, not after she took an egg, and not with an unknown threat lurking. But then, she had been in the village since they were both small, and unlike Alph she hadn't left for any extended period of time. How could she have created the mess they had found in town?

When he spoke up again after the tense moment, his voice cracked on the first few words. "She's right, actually. We don't have time. Not to argue and not for anything else. Three people have been murdered in town. By magic. The family who lived in the big house," he added, with a reassuring look to Gale who still had family in Mashal.

[User]
Galen Derricson and Kolysakr

Things rapidly began escalating, the tension in the chamber shooting up, making the room seem much smaller than it actually was. He didn't know Zyloria well, but he didn't think she'd be so... forceful. Our Dragons? What claim did she have to them? As Dragon Riders, they would care for them until their Dragons were old enough to take over. It was their right as kin to protect and watch over their own.

But they were correct, time was short, it was time to move. He felt guilty they hadn't had time to feed the dragons, or to pack up the loose paper from the hut, paper was rare and they would probably need it before their journey was over. Sighing, and relaxing his grip from his axe, Gale pulled his thoughts together. "Okay. Gren and Demund, go with Zyloria and keep the dragons close. Alph come with me, I know where Rona had a set of fishing traps upriver. She-" he withheld a wince, thinking of the young girl, only fourteen, who lived in the center house, "She doesn't need them anymore." He recalled stumbling upon her fishing and her yelling at him until he promised not to tell anyone about her traps. If there was one thing he knew about dragons, it was that they ate fish. Hopefully that went for newborns as well.

He glanced at Kolysakr, barely registering that the hatchling had yet to tell him his name, and sent an image of fish to him. Kolysakr simply responded by shoving the picture back at Gale.

He frowned at Zyloria, he didn't trust her, but she was one of them now. Not a rider, but a fugitive. Galbatorix would capture her and torture her for information regardless of whether she went willingly or not. Something like this, eggs slipping under the radar and new dragon riders, he would likely personally rip the information from her mind. They were fugitives now, and Alph and De's warning from the village meant the King's agents were close. He hoped her father was truly on their side as she said he was.

[Assistant]
"Right, fresh food. For the dragons?" His voice was strained, the day was getting to him. After a moment, he put his sword back in his scabbard.

You're going to need to go with them. But stay close to Demund, he sent an image of the smith's son, so she would know which one he meant, And keep an eye on that girl. I don't trust her, but we don't have a choice. Neither does she, come to that.

"Lead on Gale, we really need to move." Despite needing Gale's direction, he was already making his way for the stairs. He gave a last look back to the remaining eggs, and then to Ashwing. The others would take care of them, he knew. It would be fine.

[User]
The situation somewhat defused, Ashwing sighed her worries out. She wished her jaws and vocal cords could give her a voice the woman would understand, because the dragoness oh so longed to tell her exactly what she thought about her. The only thing that saved Zyloria from having an angry bag of orange and ashen scales hanging from her throat by the jaws was the fact that she didn't threaten Alphonse.

It seemed that she would not give the egg up, but she wouldn't be going away with it unwatched either. Ashwing could accept that - for now. When the topic of the conversation changed to food, the little dragon's eyes lit up and stomach growled. She passed Alph an image of herself sitting on top of a small mountain of fish skeletons. Then she thought for a moment and sent over much the same image, only instead of the pile there was a human skeleton dressed in tattered remains of the same clothing Zyloria worn. No woman, no problem... And no hunger. Ashwing thought to herself, editing her earlier statement.

Hobbling over to the smith as Alph said, she realized how tired this small exchange made her. Angered at her own powerlessness, she sat down next to the smith's feet and silently fumed, waiting for either group to start moving.


[System]
Alias: None
Age: Yes
Gender: Male
Species: Dragon
Occupation: That much varies, but some have humorously referred to him as a 'dragon dragoon'.
Residence: A mountain with its own hot spring inside of a cave.

S - 6
P - 6
E - 6
C - 4
I - 5
A - 8
L - 5

Physical Description: Use this as a basic reference.

You see this dragon man walking by and the first thing you notice - apart from the fact that he's a dragon - is that he is RIPPED. Under his attire, those gray scales of his are formed into the shape of an Olympian athlete. It's a taut form on this tall motherfucker, and it looks like he favors agility over strength, but he ain't lacking in either. Nothing particularly stand-out-ish about his body apart from that, though. Seems he looks after himself, even manages to keep relatively clean while living in the wild. His head has a rough-scale crest flanked by two thick-short horns that point back, and he has emerald-green eyes with rough, jagged iris slits. What you get the impression of - from the way he carries himself to the way he looks at you - that he is not simply man-sized dragon. He is a dragon walking as a man. More on this stuff later.

Personality: Ah yes...the mind of the dragon.

Endrokin is a fairly-straightforward sort of creature. He is generally blunt and vicious, and believes fully in the prowess and dignity of dragons to a fault. That fault is that he is Jingoistic. He finds other beings who are not of his kind to be...lesser. He doesn't automatically hate everything you are about, but you are not up to his standards, in general. You don't have the strength and endurance he has, you're not the warrior he is, and you don't have enough scales. Seriously, he is more concerned over a Kobold than a Human. It's just the way he sees things. And speaking of which, a number of his ways of thinking and modes of speech can be comparable to the popular Beast Wars character, Dinobot. He's a fighter, he's forceful, he can quip well and quip harshly, and of course...he has a temper. So, if you make a mistake when he's around, he will make you pay for it.

However, on top of all this, something else has been weighed upon his mind, and that is the splinters of history. The world is not known to him anymore. Things have changed, gone wrong. Those magic anomalies? They've caused him to have mental anomalies, thinking things are that aren't or never were, forgetting or just not knowing things that ARE and have always been. This world gone mad has done more than tear up the so-called tree of life, but uprooted it, and for him that has changed...much. He is not the dragon he was or necessarily will be, or at least he believes as much. What's in a belief now? He never prayed to any gods, but they were real enough. And now that they're gone...how much will remain real now?

Equipment/Cabilities: Things have changed in Endrokin, as things have changed in the world. He is a magic being, by nature, so...

Mythril Meld Armor - This full set of armor (no helmet) was once several items of notable quality. The abrupt tear from where he was to this place has caused a change, though. In place of many, there is one. The Mythril Meld is a sturdy piece of armor that has taken to pull free aether from the air to increase the return of spiritual energy after its use. The legs assist in jumping and other acrobatic maneuvers. The bracers accompany clawing and beating by hand with fire damage. Most of all, the draconic look of this armor has made it seem like second skin to Endrokin, meaning it does not inhibit him in action. It IS, however, sometimes susceptible to unstable magical fields.

Fang of All Ages - This is a special Adamantine Pole-Arm that was cast in a large and powerful forge with his own help to get it just right. Because the material it's composed of is more about being dense and armor-breaking than particularly magical, the energy fields did not alter it as it had his armor on the return trip. What trip? The trip that will be explained in History, of course. Still, this is just a well-balanced and highly-dangerous double-glaive weapon.

Runic Magic - As opposed to incantation, ki-manipulation, psyonics, or calling to your gods...Endrokin is practiced in certain types of rune inscription magic. That is, create the proper rune, charge it with energy, and make use of it as needed. His rune-based spells included Boosting/Lowering Traits, Detecting/Concealing Magic Auras, Environment Protection, and a Damage Field for people who touch him. The unstable magical fields will likely have some sort of effect on this, but it's difficult to predict. Like...someone might roll a die or something...

Dragon Form - We may have mentioned, but...Endrokin is a dragon. He's been walking around as a dragon MAN, but he is an actual DRAGON. It's all a long story about wars and god-level curses and so on, but the basic gist of it is that he can transform into a large flame-spewing winged dragon. Now, when he DOES, all of his items vanish and he cannot make use of them. This is a shame because his weapon is stronger than his teeth (in terms of density) and his armor is stronger than his scales. In certain ways, he's safer while in humanoid form. THIS form is for destruction and flying and overwhelming strength. Unstable magic fields can have strange effects on him, though, maybe unpredictable ones. Maybe they'll be good or maybe they'll be bad. It all depends. This was already brought about by the death of the gods, as is, so things might get weird...

History: A troubling time...

Things were different for him from the start. Endrokin's life was not as you'd expect, and here is why. He lived in a world that did not have big gigantic scaley dragons. They were people. And he did not live in a world of elves. They were dead, all of them. And the world? It had been at war for a thousand years. Endrokin was sometimes bounty hunter and sometimes mercenary. He'd seen his share of this war. He was raised for battle. He was made for conflict! However, he did not desire this war. His mentor - another dragon calling himself Rattigan Von Krauser - taught him to revel in victory, not mere chaotic bloodshed. All war must come to a purpose, to win! This war, however, was without end. At least, it had been...

That time was lost, though. You see, he and two others - Who were they? Who were they? - were put through a powerful act of Chronomancy, the alteration of time through the forces of magic. Sent back two years before the war began, Endrokin and the others embarked on a journey to change the course of history and prevent the war. However...here is where things get strange. Now, it IS possible for Chronomancy to exist, and a significantly powerful object may be used to conduit its effects onto others to send them back in time. At the point in which they went back, though, time split apart to many possibilities, allowing the world to be forever changed in so many ways.

Now, whatever your time theory is, the fact is that the world of the war became alterable or traversable to other worlds or futures, however you happen to look at it. As a result, the past Endrokin was in became connected to THIS future, or present. And because the death of the gods occurred - with dragons having been affected by a CURSE from the gods - when all magic went haywire, it reached back and SNAPPED him forwards, his curse shattering and affected all things magical that were on him at the time. The curse had been a punishment to all his kind for past acts of incredible brutality, but that had all changed now.

He emerged into the world, an unfamiliar world, changed. He was no longer limited to the humanoid form, but there was a drawback. The sudden travel forwards in time had caused his memory to fail him as he absorbed details from THIS world. It was like someone was writing all over the book of his life, splintering what he recognized and did not as surely as the curse itself was broken. Now, he half-knows this world and half does not. The only things he is sure of is that he will fight and survive and be the glorious creature of the ages that he has always been.

[User]
Urdal just now noticed that things were going bad for his orcish comrade. He was not aware that the other recruits of his would be so aggressive. He was not expecting such a reaction out of any person, really. Then again, he was not really thinking of people by including the condition that the Gods were gone. He was not aware of the personal issues concerning the confrontation.

"Stop! Or I..." He tried say something, get in their way, prevent them from ripping each other apart, but words did not come out of his mouth. Urdal was not the confrontations type of guy. He was the avoiding confrontations type of guy. He worked in the dark, he slid along the shadows. He did not jump in between three warriors to stop them from killing each other. The half-elf gave up on doing the deed himself and turned to the woman, who had introduced herself as Gangraena.

"Make them stop figthin'." He asked of her, shoulders a bit slouched in defeat as he turned out not to be brave enough.

[Assistant]
Yes. YES she felt the blood rush through her veins after lying sluggish for so long. THe alcohol was gone, replaced by a different sort of burning. She bared teeth- more wolf than woman, and let out another cackle through her ruined throat as the edge of her makeshift weapon smashed against the beast's skull with a delicious sounding crack. That was what she had never known she lived for.

The creature raised a hand against her. She watched as the fist swung close, and at the last minute adjusted her shield, letting his fist skim off the edge and clatter against the boss. That probably had hurt his hand more than hers. She used the opportunity to duck underneath the orc, putting herself between him and her axe. Precious Dustbringer. She would have to sanctify it afresh now.

The dirt gave her an idea. Sweeping her foot up, she let the cloud of clod do the dirty work of blinding her foe, and then launched herself. Not at him,no, but at the ground behind her, fingers scrabbling around the holy wood. Dustbringer gleamed in her hands, and at the same times as she held it high the ground quaked around her, plants springing up.

"SEE HOW EVEN DEAD THE RIGHTEOUS GODS SUPPORT MY EXTINCTION OF YOU!" She held the axe up to the sky, having entirely missed the druidic summoning that had caused the greenery to suddenly erupt, but it was enough, in her mind, to show that her cause was right. She was going to destroy this orc. Swinging out her shield again towards his gut, she let her axeblade crash dow, a clumsy but brutal blow towards his head.

[User]
"Make them stop fightin'"

That was all the confirmation she needed. Looking back out towards the group she approached the two fighting the orc, looming over them with naught but the two faint beams of pale yellow light softly glowing in the darkness of her helm. Her shadow was cast upon them as she spoke.

"Stop fighting." She ordered, her voice not exactly the most threatening despite it's bizarre hollow drone. Of course the woman paused not to heed her words and continued her attempt on the orc's life. Urdal had instructed her to make them stop fighting and, by her logic, the best way to keep something from fighting was to kill it. The dead didn't fight back much, especially after the second time.

Not at all bothered with any sort of ethical contradictions attacking someone to keep them from from fighting would bring she stepped forward, her armored boot hitting the ground with the resounding clang of metal plates upon each other mixing with the thud of her weight upon the stony floor. Gripping the shank of the anchor which served as her handle with both hands she raised the rust and blood crusted iron mass above her head and swung it down at the woman with tremendous force. Her aim was to strike the lady with either the bill or the arm of the anchor, swinging for her center of mass. Shields rarely helped her foes in the past since between the weight of the anchor standing at around a hundred pounds, at least thirty pounds heavier than the heaviest maul, and her unearthly strength most wooden shields would splinter apart in a single blow. Even metal shields found themselves pierced and dented into uselessness within a couple shots from her unconventional weapon. She didn't expect much different from this one either.

[Assistant]
So! From the top...

There was a job, apparently, that this creature - This elf? No, that can't be... - wanted done that was apparently up north. He didn't lay on the specifics of whatever it was. He just seemed rather desperate and scared. Something told the dragon that this man was not really in control of events here, that he may not even be in control of nearly as much funds as he claimed that they were going to reap as a result. It seemed more like he was so in need of assistance or to keep things in line that he would promise anything. Transparent and weak... But even still, one wondered just what it was that he needed performed so badly.

Unfortunately, before any further information could be gleaned, there was a problem. Or rather, the continuation of a problem. As far as the dragon was concerned, that ork was handling things, which allowed him to re-focus onto different matters, such as the job and perhaps more conversation with the demon. However, in the midst of the issues that the Ork was trying to halt, the Paladin - Who do you shout 'Dammit!' to when there are no more gods? - had gone completely out of her mind, with a shout that was WAY TOO LOUD to be considered normal! The scaley warrior again wanted to shout at the Paladin from his memory, but he stopped himself and shook his head, remembering that that time was gone. He was not where he use to be. This was not a Paladin of the Sacred Flame.

It didn't help that the man he'd put in his place before was now making said woman think the dead gods were on her side as she attempted to strike down the peacekeeping ork. The shouting was starting to get on his nerves. Honestly, you give off ONE triumphant roar, and everyone believes they need to be the object of attention now. Well, that was quite enough of that. As the elf was now appealing to someone who...who smelled dead, the dragon decided to quietly draw out the pole-arm that was on his back... And once a few particular actions played out, he simply slipped in to get somewhere out of the Paladin's line of sight to bonk her on the head with the flat of his weapon, trying to knock her out.

"Forget the gods. Heed the words of Endrokin, and shut your wailing mouth."


[System]
Personal Information
Gender: Male

Birthday: 31/04/64

Age: 32

Height&Weight:
1.8 M
58.967 Kg
Appearance: A man of fair height and rather light frame, with olive skin, brown eyes and a short dark hair. A well-groomed beard covers his strong features, and he is typically dressed in a grey tunic and black pallium.
Equipment: Ritual knife, Libri Tagetici, papyrus, writing utensils.
Assets: Cuinte as the last of his siblings, has inherited his family's farm and estate in Tuscany, including all the slaves, livestock, and profit which comes with it.

Psychoanalysis

Merits:

Calculating-Cuinte's approach to life has always been slow and carefully plotted step after step, an invaluable tool for navigating the political warzone that is the Roman Republic.
Insightful- He has always had a knack for interpreting omens, signs, portents, as well as advising others on whatever course of action they may wish to take, based on wisdom and sense just as much as omen.

Flaws:

Rage- Though not easily roused, it will burn like a cold fire in Cuinte till the day he dies, while not directing his motives, they might often allow room to change them if a chance to strike back against those he hates arises.
Slow to Adapt- While he does his best to plan ahead for what he might have to face, taking whatever precautions he may, when he is rocked from these contingencies he is slow to recover and compose himself, often spiraling into one of his rages.
Tragic Flaw:
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Personality: An often fair minded and contemplative man, he spends his time thinking on the world, the gods, and the people around him. He will often find inspiration in the most unimpressive or mundane things, and often muse to himself on what they represent and how it relates to the cosmos at large. The same can be said for his view on people, seeing them as many varying archetypes and characters to examine and know, to one day be left in awe at the majesty of each and every role they all have in the world.

Recorded Information

Culture and Country: Etruscan
Languages: Latin, Greek
Public Record:
Before being appointed as Octavian's soothsayer, Cuinte was all but obscure from the public eye and knowledge.

Private Information:
Raised in his native Tuscany, Cuinte has always had a fascination with divination and religion, prompting him to study the Libri Tageciti, and much to his parent's dismay even began to practice on their livestock. Eventually he became trained in the arts of divination through entrails, and became a Haruspex. He is an avid scholar and fan of the literary arts.

Faction Information

Loyalty: Cuinte's loyalty lies with Octavian, who in learning from the mistakes of his dear great uncle and adopted father, has named Cuinte as his personal Haruspex.
Political Rank: Haruspex
Military Rank:

Skills and Metastatus

Skills:
Rhetoric (Trained)
Sermon (Knowledgeable)
Augury (Haruspicy) (Trained)
Doctrine (Imperial Cult) (Knowledgeable)
Metaphysics (Knowledgeable)
Language (Greek) (Knowledgeable)
Psychoanalysis (Knowledgeable)

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Fate:
(The number of Fate points you have. This will be assigned to you.)

Miracle:
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[User]
Road to Knowledge

Kára was about to tell her new companion that, no, she did not find ravens to be boring (she actually found them to be quite cute) when something unplanned occurred; an enemy ship had rammed into the side of their own. When it happened, Kára was knocked off-balance for a split-second before she regained her composure and realized what was going on. Almost instantly, her persona changed from that of a cute, meek girl to something a bit more frightening and serious.

With her wings expanded and her face so serious, Kára would have been adorable if she weren't so intimidating. She leapt from her current position and flew the short distance to a point above the enemy vessel (there was no way she would transform aboard a ship containing comrades she may accidentally eat). While in the air, her form morphed from that of a girl to that of a monstrous beast, a velociraptor. Though the beast was hardly larger than a normal human, its speed and strength were unmatched by anything remotely the same size.

The dinosaur landed on the ship not gracefully but rather alarmingly. It exuded an aura of fear meant to scare its allies into action and enemies into inaction. A horrendous bellow escaped the opening full of razor-sharp teeth that was this creatures mouth as it stared down its enemies, ready to rip each and every one of their throats out.

[Assistant]
Silence is Golden

"It doesn't matter. Its easier to find him if he does send people after us."

Extremely easy, if she was sent alone. But with these two along, there would be a whole lot more to worry about. For one, she doubted any of them can conceal themselves if it becomes necessary. Hopefully them being sent on this mission meant they were at least competent, and able to at least carry their weight.

The barbarian priestess was most likely to bring down the whole mission especially if they bring their whole pack of wolves with them.

"The merchants may help.... help, with maybe an offering of coins..." The wisp offered, floating lazily around Tulia.

"Hmm... Let us go then. Nothing will come of us standing around here like fools." She started walking, hesitating for a moment before putting on the mask, hiding her presence. She took great care with holding her cape near her body as she walked close to Aelia. A young girl wandering about with red eyes and fine clothes wouldn't exactly go unnoticed, especially in this place.

[User]
Wild Goose Chase

Agripena glanced at Titus. The Legionary seemed to be at ease on the sea in a way that she simply wasn't. She went up to him on unsteady legs. "I've never been out to the lands of the barbarians. Do you have any advice, or is this your first time in Britannia as well?"

[Assistant]
Wild Goose Chase

A voice piped up beside Titus and, diverting his attention to the owner, the Legionary found himself staring at the second Priestess accompanying the expedition. Placing the edge of his scutumn shield against the wooden deck and leaning unsteadily against it to counteract the waves below, he answered, "Well no, I haven't been to this new land before. But I have been serving in Amorica for a little over a year, so I have some experience with the barbarian hordes in battle."

He shrugged. "All I can really say is that it is likely that no two barbarian tribes are the same; the moment you start underestimating what a tribe can do when backed into a corner, you're as good as dead. As I heard it, that's what happened to another legion's VIII cohort after a patrol was ambushed. After they were returned, battered and undermanned, to their camp, their centurion - in a fit of anger - carried out a summary decimation. The results ... weren't pretty."

[User]
Decimus Aelius
--Wild Goose Chase--

"Sir, please wake up. We are nearing the shores of Brittania."

A stern, serious voice woke Decimus up. He grumbled. He wanted five more minutes but he knew time was not going to wait for him and so rose from his bed. The Legatus was still groggy and began questioning why he was here and not back in Germania watching walls all day. He knew the answer, it was an order to protect the Roman people. Or more particularly, the Roman people of Octavian. As the world began making sense to Decimus, he realized he was in the flagship of the transport fleet of the Legion he was currently commanding. "Uhhhh..."

Decimus tiredly stood up and started gearing up. As he did so, more details surfaced. Apparently, there were other people involved in this little expedition. People who were not, at all, aligned with Augustus. Decimus could not care less personally but if these people were going to have trouble following him, then he would care. A kind of 'care' that often leads to trouble. He had finished dressing himself up and next thought about his forces.

His best friend was in another ship, whom he put there to assume command just in case his ship gets destroyed somehow. He remembered there were some foreign magical girls in the force and they were in other ships. There was also a Legion ready to be mobilized back in Gaul in case things get dire. Which was a good thing since Decimus felt he, along with his Legion, was not going to have the time of their lives in Brittania.

[Assistant]
Ari
The Wild Goose Chase

"Ave."

Ari looked up towards the source of the voice. It was one of the soldiery looking person that was supposed to come along on this mission. Judging from his demeanor and how he approached her, the previous word seemed to be some sort of greeting. Not that she really knew; it could be an insult towards her mother for all she knew.

With a gesture to acknowledge his greeting, she leaned back again against the mast. The other girl had taken the man's attention, so there was no real need for her to even attempt a conversation. Not that she even understand the language to hold a decent conversation about anything.

"What, who's that lowlife trying to speak to you?" Sigrun flapped down and perched on her shoulders.

She shrugged. "One of the soldiers on this mission. There's no real need to know their name as long as I can finish my mission, and perhaps find souls worthy to be sent to Valhalla."

[User]
Oriana
Road to Knowledge

"Ohh~. I never saw so many people who wanted to play with me before~."

It had appeared there existed challengers to the current mission. Even if they did know not their status as "individuals who wished to preform a task for the 'true' leader of Rome", they still existed as obstacles. As such, they "played" the role of the "enemies" in this game. Although one might say that children were innocent, therein existed cruelty within the heart of man at base; a state which only reduces it's existence then after though the morals of "society".

However, cruelty is not "evil" at base. At least, Oriana's cruelty does not stand from such notions of "good and evil". Instead, she merely does not understand the distinction between her actions as "bad" and "good". A childish innocence. That does not mean that a childish innocence cannot harm others.

"What should I do~. I wanted everyone to play with toys, but I guess these people brought their own toys~? I think that can work. You are all having so much fun together~. Maybe I should join, too?"

There existed no form of malice within Oriana right now. Perhaps there existed a bit of anger against those who would stop her from playing with other girls around her age, but not true malice. After all, it wasn't as if she understood what such emotions meant in the first place, nor could truly inform someone of her current feelings toward those who had joined on ship to "play" with her little troop. They were merely being really rude, and as such, she could not allow their transgressions to take shape any longer.

Cruelty without reason other than "play".

One of the boarded individuals from the other ship had attempted to attack Oriana, his axe meant to bisect his opponent.

Casting upon the deck was Oriana's own shadow as it just then appeared to twist and move based on her words, becoming a weapon of sorts which Oriana had ability over.

The first to go was his arm; what had been holding the weapon to begin with. With the precision of a surgeon, she had "removed" completely through the bone in a single swoop of this "shadow entity" what was once his arms from his body.

The legs were next. Of course, one could say he had already been pacified, so removing his ability to utilize his legs was a pointless act, but one that Oriana seemed to take a bit of pleasure within. Then came the eyes, his shrieks of pain and terror seemed to fill the ears of those around her. This was then followed after a short while by his eventual execution through bisection as he had once tried to do to her.

"Fun, isn't it~? I want to play more~."

[Assistant]
The Road to Knowledge

The speeches given by the war maidens had the desired effect, the crew and Cuinte's hired hands quickly surged back into battle with renewed vigor. However, the battle quickly became less than that, it had become pure chaos. Pirates and crewmen alike screamed in horror as lions, boars, and some great reptilian beast began to tear men apart. Such a sight was more than enough to break merchant sailors and simple thugs. One poor soul was pounced upon by a great cat, his throat torn out by its mighty jaws, while another man was rammed into the edge of the ship, gored on the tusk of a boar. The latter of these two was however quick and still strong enough to thrust his dagger deep into the swine's eye, a hateful blow to assure mutual destruction. Indeed, the confusion caused by the savage beasts had stirred their own 'allies' to attack them, fear of life and limb clouding judgement. A great cat fell to many blows to its head by the clubs of the ship's oarsmen as the beast maimed one of the raiders. Soon both oarsmen and pirates were attempting to slay the beasts just as eagerly as they were trying to slay one another, survival driving them to fight in the face of no escape. Throats were slit, bodies maimed, one poor boar was impaled by a spear and pinned to the ship on its side. As it struggled to free itself, the would only grew and grew, the hog's intestines beginning to slip and pour from the gigantic gash. It eventually stopped struggling.

In the presence of the great lizard, many from both sides deemed it worth the risk to jump ship, jumping either to the mercy of the sea or attackers. Both seem preferable to being ripped apart by the reptile's claws and teeth. Those of greater will and confidence circled the beast, what few spearmen the enemy had keeping the beast at bay.

The second ship had forgone ramming their target, and simply pulled along side the merchant ship to contribute to the boarding action. Though these raiders were met by a fierce wall of roman legionaries, the trained soldiers easily dispatching the pirates that dared to charge their formation. Wiser assailants used their more brash allies as a distraction to sidestep the bodyguards and join in the main melee, while others attempted to strike at them from the rear. One soldier fell in defense of his others, dragged down by three assailants and a knife thrust into this throat. The three attackers were quickly dispatched by a group of oarsmen, heads cracked open and ran through by long knives.

All the while, Cuinte sat below deck, whispering to himself as he read through his book again for the countless time, his bodyguard quickly strapping on his armor and ever vigilant for intruders.


[System]
Appearance:

Age: 21

Birth Country: Ireland

Family members: N/A

Role/Occupation: Mechanic/killer

Starting Fortune: She has the basic tools of a mechanic and an electrician and a motorcycle. Drake also carries with her a violin that she has had since she was young. She keeps on her person the minor tools of her trade.

Strengths:
Anything mechanical or Electrical
Playing the violin
making deaths happen from far away

Weaknesses:
She is fond of children and would like to be a mother one day
Caffeine addiction
terrible at close combat
is a shit shot with firearms

Greatest Fear:
not having her tools/being barren/losing her hands

Background/History:
Andria grew up in Ireland, where her father was a car mechanic. Her mother was a stay at home woman who was very loving and has a fondness of cooking and violins. In her younger years, Andria showed great potential in the realm of violin playing. She also happened to be gifted at many mechanical or electrical endeavors that she set about completing.

When she was merely 8, her mother began to plant a garden every year. While Andria inherited her father's brown thumb, she thought that it would be nice to meet a guy who had a green thumb one day.

Her interests in the violin and mechanics grew throughout her high school years. After graduating, Andria got a job as a ship mechanic. The captain, being a friend of her father's allowed Andria to bring her bike along. However, the trip was cut short when a storm hit, throwing the ship off course. Eventually, the ship lumbered its way into the ports of the City with No Name. Andria had been the only survivor of the ordeal.

She has lived in No Name for nearly two years now and has been accepting contracts for only the past 6 months or so. As such, she is considered a complete noob, but her skills are no trick.

[User]
Date: Nov 1, 2017.

Available contracts:

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[Assistant]
Solomon rolls off his cot and onto the concrete floor. No, not on purpose. Sometimes you wake up the hard way. Groaning he drags a cigar out of his shirt pocket and strikes a match on his 5 o'clock shadow. That's better. Slowly dragging to his feet Sol is ready for the day. Same clothes as yesterday, Heh, they dont smell half bad. Eat a quick tab of acid, holster the cannon. Better go find some missing people today. Running low on medicine. Sol is color blind, but the hallucinogens make him see. Color? Maybe. How can he be sure since he doesn't know what color is. All he knows is the world is black and white. Except when the drugs work right. Then everything is art in motion.

Stepping out onto the street he heads for the boards. You know the ones, where people advertise for their bullshit. Sometimes he can find work there for people looking for someone who's probably already dead. Oh well, if they want to pay him to confirm dead relatives then no problem. The street isn't level, and the sky is swirling angry (Is that orange? Why not. It's orange.) here comes the fun.

Each step sounds like an earthquake shaking the ground. Partly because of his raw mass partly the drugs. Man feels like a badass giant when he hears that sound. Smashing the ground as he wanders up to the board Sol glances at the fresh listings and heads off towards Ellies house. Sol doesn't do protection but maybe her dumbass parents will throw him some cash for the warning. It's a short walk since he lives in the slums nearby.

Coming to the listed address Solomon straightens his back and and pounds on the door by way of knocking. The hovel sways dangerously at the force being applied generously. The door cracks open revealing a nervous little weasel faced man with a knife. Sol breathes out a cloud of cigar smoke into his face before talking, "Someone already let you know what's comin. Good enough. You'd do best to find a new shitshack to live in for a while. Some of these fucks like to take kids instead of killin'em. If that happens look me up. I'll track the little wailing bastard down for you." Almost on cue the child starts crying again. Sol just shakes his head as he walks away. Need to go see the concrete doctor. But maybe just a quick nip first.

Stomping his way down the road Sol gets to the docks and spots his disreputable spot. The Serpent's Lair, they know and tolerate him there. And anyone who doesn't know him learns. The hard way. Reaching up as he passes through the door giving the bell an extra clang just for good measure.

[User]
Nov 1, 2017 - In a warehouse on the Docks - 12pm

umph! the man fell into a heap on the floor after taking a hard blow from one of the goons standing around him, pushing up on to all fours he said, "Fellas, come on now, I would never try anything funny with you guys I swear"

Sloth bent down into a squat putting his masked face directly in front of the man stroking his own chin, "Jimmyyy, my boyy, of course you wouldn't, you would never cross the Sujos" opening both hands like a balance, weighing each phrase " you'd have to be either a genius thinking you could outsmart us or a fucking moron. Oh wait" gesturing a light bulb going off, "I think I know which one you are." looking towards his right hand

One of the Sujo standing near him delivered a vicious kick to the abdomen to the man on all fours, bringing him off the ground clenching his stomach and coughing up blood. Bringing himself up to a half sitting position he began pleading,
"Fellas *coughing and rasping for air* I swear , *stammering* I-I-I - "

"Fuck you Jimmy!" Sloth exclaimed cutting him off, "You tried to fuck us and you got caught, plain and simple." standing up he began pacing around the room methodically, increasing the tension of the hopeless man. "You think you get to see these faces and live to tell the tale? That's not how it works Jimmy and you know it. You promised us clean Js counterfeits but I couldn't even pass these amateur shits off to a child." Changing his tone a honeyed menace. "What happened Jimmy? Huh? You want me to understand? You promise you'll never tell anyone what you saw? You'll do better next time? Yeah is that it?"

Now sobbing uncontrollably, "Sloth, come on man, you gotta understand, I didn't know they would be bad 'feits, I trust-

"Shut up Jimmy." Sloth's tone was cold and even. "If you have any last words now's the time." He walked over to the mess of a man and brought him to his knees, tying a blindfold over his eyes and putting a cigarette in his mouth.
"Im sorry man" Jimmy said a single trail of tears streaming from beneath the cloth covering his eyes.

"yea, me too" Lighting the cancerous stick Sloth left the room, leaving the dirty deed to his Native brothers and to avoid that god awful secondhand smoke.

He headed over to the Serpent's Lair, to see what was up

[Assistant]
Ronan had bought his groceries and had them in hand as he pulled out a small, dirty paper. It was his daily chore list. He had already mentally marked off, buy supplies. Next up, the message board. He made his way to it, just the idea of the board was pulling Ronan closer. His sister thought it magic, if nothing else. But what the Hell was magic anyway? Ronan thought it was just fucked up science. He followed his mother's beliefs when it came to that sort of thing. She knew what she was doing wasn't any sort of magic. It was man-made bullshit. His sister though, the one who really had the gift, believed in it heart and soul, head to toe. Sometimes Ronan envied her blind faith, but then he always ended up remembering that faith gets you nowhere but hurt or dead. So he believed in what he knew. He knew the board had what his sister called magic, and he knew that he was in the right business to always find it. What he didn't know, was how it worked.

Ronan checked his grocery bag, counting all the things he needed for beef stew. He hoped it would be enough, he didn't want to go to the store twice today. When he looked up from the bag, the board was there, confusing letters and all. He put his list back and pulled out another paper, one for the code. Ronan nodded at it before memorizing the request. Benril Mangus was the unlucky man of the week.

Ronan headed home to give his sister the stew ingredients. When he got there, he put the meat in a pot and splayed everything out for when he came back. He thought it would be good, if anything, it was always good to his sister. He checked on her, and she was doing what she always did, practice. She was practicing for when she felt ready enough to go out and follow in their mother's footsteps. Although, unlike their mother, she wanted to be honest. She wanted to share the magic, and better people and their lives through it. Ronan had always thought it silly and strange, but he would never tell her that. Better she realize it on her own than give up on any happiness she might find on the way.

He left the house, heading towards the contract. He would wait at the Serpent's Lair until nightfall, maybe ask around to see what kind of trouble he was really getting into. According to the contract, it would be easy, but if there was one thing he learned from the trade, don't underestimate anyone. That little starving beggar could always have a knife and the ability to use it.

[User]
Nov 1, 2017 - Serpent's Lair - 12:30pm

The pub went ominously quiet for a second as Benril Mangus stepped in; but the muscle head did not realize the change in atmosphere. He sat down bluntly at a table as he looked around for the barmaid, "Andria! Dam girl where are you?!" The pub was busy as usual this hour, with customers having lunch or a short beer break; but the barmaid was nowhere to be found.

Just then, a woman carrying a tray of drinks attended him, but instead of Andria it was Mrs Mabel who approached. "The usual?", she suggested as she delivered a mug of homemade mead onto his table.

Benril nodded inattentively, as his eyes still searched for the missing girl. "Where's Andria?"

"I'm sorry, Andria went off for a bit..." she replied gently, but her eyes wandered off as they met his.
 "Anything else you might still need, my dear?"

"The Devil's Taste," he replied tersely, immediately dismissing the confused lady as she tried to process what he just requested for.

Mrs Mabel thought something was amiss, but she said nothing more and left the drug dealer alone. In fact, he looked anxious. Something must had been bothering him. The buffed man struggled to reach into his back pocket and took out a scrambled note. He contemplated whatever was written on it, and seemed terrified as his eyes read the note through and through again. When Mrs Mabel came back with the odd dish, he was so transfixed at the message that he involuntarily let out a tiny roar, "don't you come up to me and scare me like that ever again!" he snapped, dismissing the poor innkeeper once again.

He looked at the Devil's Taste. The pink rough skin and the white thorns looked horrible and extremely disgusting. He knew the origin of the Devil's Taste - some of his clients were fishermen; but almost without a moment of hesitation, Benril Mangus dug in and finished the revolting dish.

"Hahahahahahaha~!" The man then laughed maniacally, attracting the whole pub's attention as he stood up and declared,
"This is so disgusting! This is shit!! Hahahahahaha~ But I shall live for another day!!"

---

@Tenslashsix @tigersloth - witnesses of the incident, what shall you do? Interact now and you may gain a new clue.

[Assistant]
The Serpent's Lair 12:35

Andria walked up to the inn's back door when it flung open. Eric, his mop of brown hair flying all over the place, jumped out. His face was flushed, his hands covered in soapy suds. Coughing a little, he spoke, "Andria, Mangus is here, and he's looking for you." The boys voice snapped Andria out of her state of shock.
"Ha! I bet you ten Js that he ordered the Devil's Taste!" Andria laughed as she heard about the dumbass drug dealer. Walking in, she took the kitchen door down to the garage. In her hands were several rusty tools and car parts. In her pocket was the contract for one little girl. Alice, a sixteen year old girl in the slums, had fetched it for Andria.

Dropping off the muffler and berrings, Andria went up to the pub proper. A towel in her hands, Andria began to wipe off the grease that covered her hands. Thankfully, Mangus' back was to the garage. As such, Andria took her time to grab a particularly large knife from behind the counter. Then, walking up behind Mangus silently, she brought the steel point down. Her arm wrapped around his shoulders, the knife less than a hair's breadth from the drug dealer's hand, Andria's voice came out melodiously.

"Mangus, dead men refer to me as Drake, you know this." Smiling with vicious intent, Andria left the knife in the table. Walking back up to the bar, letting her towel drop on the counter, she continued talking. "Last time I checked, Sloth likes to show up around this time." A sinister smile played on her lips as she thought of how Sloth would rip this guy to shreds if he saw him.


[System]
BASIC
Goes By: Maleficent (alter-ego)
Age: 5,739
Gender: Female
Race: Half-Sindarin, Half-Silvan Elf

APPEARANCE

Portrayed By: Angelina Jolie with a slight Russian accent
Hair Color: Dark, Auburn-Brown
Eye Color: Luminous Yellow-Green
Skin Tone: Porcelain Pale
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 119 lbs
Body Build: Tall and Slender

Wing-Cloak

Natural Elven Attire (with and without wings)

Battle Outfit

PERSONALITY

Likes: Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Happiness, Animals, Flying, Her Godsons
Dislikes: Chaos, Greed, Spiders, Darkness, Orcs, Sorrow
Strengths: Fighting, Beauty, Wisdom, Inspiration
Weaknesses: Mentions of Her Past, Loneliness, Anger
Fears: Losing Her Family, Her Past

Overall Personality:
Mysterious | Regal | Soft-Spoken | Larger Than Life | Elegant | Compassionate | Unpredictably Vicious

Everyone believed Saeril to be born a creature of chaos and pure evil, but they just do not know the true story. Rather than a woman who is evil, Saeril was instead a benevolent young woman of purity; she valued the peaceful nature on Middle-Earth, and she had a fierce passion of guarding various realms and its inhabitants. As a fierce protector, Saeril is a desired perfectionist, and a woman of her word; due to the despair and sorrow of even the most vulnerable of races, she focuses on finding the best intentions for them, even if it means to risk her life. As she suffers from a devastating past that involved the Deceiver's corruption upon her mind, Saeril is truly hurt and very lonely inside, interpreted by her amnesiac guilt for her crimes. Her ultimate goal was to redeem herself and dissipate her inner darkness.

However, she never anticipated this goal to be changed when she rekindled herself with her Dwarven godsons, Fili and Kili; she grew to care for them as a motherly figure, forming an adopted-parental bond with them. Despite herself being closest to the youngest, Kili, Saeril was devastated after witnessing Azog kill the eldest brother, causing her to scream in agony and grief. Determined to keep the youngest from falling into the same fate, she became strictly protective of Kili. As his blessed godparent, Saeril would do anything to keep him alive, and as a result, she went with him in many ventures, though she did not always agree with them. Regarding him, her bond with Kili was very strong, therefore her main goal was to keep him safe.

Saeril will not hesitate in giving others her blunt opinion, and she would often guide them when they are upset or need advice. Proud and proper she was, she will never bow to anyone she disagreed with. Evident by her relationship with Thorin Oakenshield, it's complicated when it comes to terms of trust; she betrayed him (as he claimed) by revealing the truth of the quest, and by "stealing" the starlight jewels from his treasure hoard for King Thranduil. Although she was claimed as not "trusting", Saeril openly showed that she cared a great deal for him, saving his life multiple times on different occasions.

BACKGROUND

Date of Birth: YT 1578
Place of Birth: Fangorn Forest, located north of Rohan
Social Ranking: Royalty (formerly)
Family:
- Kili Durin (Godson; alive) (Dwarf)
- Fili Durin (Godson; alive) (Dwarf)
- Dis Durin (Compadre; unknown) (Dwarf)
- Hermia (Mother; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Lysander (Father; deceased) (Silvan Elf)
- Ulla (Aunt; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kinloch (Uncle; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)

Other Relations:
- Gandalf the Grey (Mentor; alive) (Maiar)
- Thorin II Oakenshield (Friend; alive) (Dwarf)
- Aragorn II Elessar (Friend; alive) (Man)
- Azog The Defiler (Enemy; alive) (Orc)
- Meliya Ardorion (Friend; alive) (Silvan Elf)

[User] Back in Lake-town, the rumbling went through the fishing port as the civilians chattered warily. In the jail, Bard knew what the rumblings was, and he knew that Thorin was going to wake the beast sooner. "Listen to me! Do you not know what is coming?!", he shouted in panic to the oblivious guards outside through his prison cell, and there was no answer among them.

[Assistant]
Mel's head turned sharply towards the Mountain as the rumbling began over again, and a feeling of dread settled into her heart. This would not be good. The dragon was still alive, and not only that, but it was awake.
"We need to get out of here." the elf spoke urgently to those who were left in the house. "Now."

When he was clear of the entrance to the mountain, Smaug leapt into the air, the gold not yet dried and so easily shaken off his body as he turned in a quick circle, before swooping down towards the town where the Lakemen made their home.
"I am fire, I am...death." he growled to himself.

[User] Maleficent, as she was watching Kili, perked her head up when she heard the rumbling. She knew that noise anywhere. The noise of a dragon, and she knew that Thorin would awaken the dragon sooner. Hearing Mel, the fae walked quickly to the house's entrance and looked upon the Lonely Mountain. "What is it?", she heard Fili at her side as they gazed at the figure in the distance. It was huge, and it had wings. One thing that would be, is a dragon. Not just any dragon, but Smaug. "Mel's right", the fae agreed, coming back inside in fear. "It's Smaug, he's coming this way", she told them with dread.

[Assistant]
"Then we have no time, we have to leave." Mel quickly grabbed one of the coats off the hooks on the wall and helped Tilda, the youngest of Bard's daughters, to put it on. "He will be here soon. Get him up." she added to Maleficent and Fili, nodding in Kili's direction.
"I'm fine, I can walk!" the young dark-haired dwarf attempted to protest with annoyance in his voice. He didn't like how they were all babying him just because he'd been injured. However, as he tried to stand on his own his leg collapsed again.

Bilbo ran out after Smaug, collapsing onto one of the piles of rubble as he stared in horror towards Laketown. They were all doomed to a horrific death of dragon fire, and it was all their fault.
"What have we done...?" he gasped, though none of the dwarves were close enough to hear.

[User]
Fili ran to his brother and tried to help him stand, but the youngest did indeed collapse, which grabbed Maleficent's attention fast. Kneeling down to help the young dwarf, the fae carefully used her full strength to pick him up completely, holding him like she would hold a child, against her chest. "We're not leaving, not without our father!", Bain protested during their retreat. "If we stay, your sisters will die. Is that what your father would want?", the fae told him as she and Mel lead the way out of the home.

At the jail, Bard tries to break free from his cell. "Open this door! Do you hear me!", he demanded to the guards, still with nothing to get their attention.

[Assistant] "We just have to hope that your father can keep himself safe." Mel told Bard's children as she and the fae ushered them quickly to an empty boat that they could leave the town on. Smaug had now reached Laketown, and with a ferocious roar he let loose a jet of rippling orange flame, catching an entire row of houses alight.

[User] As the Master tries to escape the town with his treasure, the rope that Bard set down out his cell window, gets tangled with him, helping Bard break away the prison cell wall. As soon as the bargeman escapes, he finds a bow and some arrows in the armory before climbing and running along the rooftops towards the bell tower.

[Assistant] "Stay down." Mel murmured softly to Sigrid and Tilda as the boat passed under the foundations of another house, the buildings around them crumbling and burning as they floated down the lake.

[User]
The fire blares around the town surrounding him as Bard climbed onto the bell tower. Spotting Smaug flying about, he grabbed his first arrow and fired. However, they were having no effect on the dragon's hide. Frustrated, he continued to fire many arrows, although there was no injury on the beast each time.

Clearly getting worried for the bargeman, Maleficent looked up at Bard in the belltower as he struggled; the arrows made no impact upon the Fyredrake.

[Assistant]
(I can't really remember who was playing as who either tbh, I think I was playing Kili though...?)

Kili straightened up suddenly and shouted out, excitement in his voice. "He hit it!" the dwarf shouted out, pointing up into the air as Smaug began to circle back around towards the bell tower, roaring again. "He hit the dragon!"
Mel didn't look convinced, shaking her head.
"No, he couldn't have..."
"He did!" Kili insisted, adament that Bard had hit Smaug with one of the arrows. "He hit his mark, I saw!"

[User] "His arrows cannot pierce the dragon's hide", Saeril spoke up as she watched the dragon blow another gust of fire. "I fear nothing will", she sadly added. What she didn't realize was that Bain suddenly grabbed a hook, and swinged off the boat. "Bain!", one of the sisters cried. "Bain!"

[Assistant]
(Awesome, thanks XD)

"Leave him!" Mel called after the sisters, her arm shooting out to hold back the oldest of the two sisters before she tried to lunge out of the boat to go after Bain. "We can't go back for him, it's too dangerous!"

[User] At the belltower, Bard hesitated when he took his last arrow. He allowed it to launch, but as he expected, it does nothing to the Firedrake's hide. It was over, nothing could kill the beast now. But what he didn't expect was his son showing up. "Dad!", he cried. "Bain, what are you doing? Why didn't you leave? You were supposed to leave!", he was deeply afraid for his son's safety, especially at a time like this. "I came to help you..." "No! Nothing can stop it now", it was true despair for the townspeople if the beast continued to lay havoc. "This might", Bain declared as he held up the black arrow. "You go back. You get out of here now", his father desperately told him, oblivious to what was happening around them.

[Assistant]
While Bard was distracted with talking to Bain, Smaug swooped down and smashed through the roof of the belltower with his talons and his tail. It collapsed on top of Bard and Bain, knocking the boy off the edge.

Meanwhile in the boat, Mel and Saeril had to steer carefully through, trying to head for the open water while avoiding all the burning debris that fell from the houses above them.

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Bard did not see the dragon coming, and the last thing he saw was Bain going over the edge. "Bain!", he shouted as he hurried over to the edge, where his son dangled. Using the strength he had, Bard managed to pull him out of the face of danger: the fires below.

Saeril looked around as debris fell from the huts of Laketown's homes, and it pained her to see such tragedy. She wondered what Thorin's intentions were at the mountain. Keeping Fili and Kili close from the flames, she allowed the boat to move.

[Assistant] It was another few hours before the survivors of the devastation in Laketown reached the shore once more. Many of them were badly wounded or dying, and others still had already been lost to their wounds or shock. Bard's two girls immediately left the little boat they had travelled in with Mel, Saeril, Kili, Fili and Bofur and began weaving through the crowd searching for their brother and father and calling out to them. Mel, who could see a little better over the other people's heads, searched too, though there was no sign of either Bard or Bain to be had. She exchanged a worried glance with Saeril.

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With the shore in a yard's distance, Saeril jumped out of the boat, into the water, and used the strength she had to push the boat to the upcoming shoreline. Looking around at the number of casualties surrounding them, the she-elf felt that she had to immediately talk to Thorin once they get to the mountain, if they still intended to. He would absolutely not be that careless to put his own nephews in harm's way, especially in the event of a Firedrake.

Finally managing to remove her horned headdress, Saeril let her hair flow free in the wind, as she glanced around at the surviving people. Knowing that Mel had her eyes on her, she didn't bother look back at her. Again, it's that anger she felt inside. "What were they thinking?", she said softly to herself, with a hint of a building up snarl, as she gazed out at the burnt and demolished town in the distance. It was enough for Mel to hear, as well as the others.

Allowing her wings to miraculously transform back into her cloak, the she-elf turned her attention back over to her dwarven companions trying to the push the boat back into the water, even though they just got to land. There was an inner battle inside her heart as soon as she looked upon the twins in the distance. "Kili?", she called to the youngest, as she stood at least three away from him, "Come here", she called again, only a tad bit sadly.


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[User]
Ubagai Wakuno kicked aside the guard crumpled down before him, blood trailing from the man's mouth as he fell back hard onto the floor. Wakuno slightly adjusted his mask as he turned to quickly look over the spectacle in the throne room. His brothers were fiercely rattling blade and shield with the zealous guards who fought like madmen to defend their emperor. Wakuno might have found it honorable and heroic were it not a grand act of blasphemy. Bodies were strewn across the decadent chamber and blood ran in trails and formed puddles as it did out in the streets of the burning city.

The numbers were even but Wakuno knew that more guards were on their way into the throne room. This was his only chance. The Emperor sat on his throat still as a statue as he watched his devout protectors shed sweat and blood for him. It momentarily reminded Wakuno of the death battles that the kings of the Mokeu would host in their strongholds for their amusement - but only in slight. The Emperor looked none to bemused but rather was as white as the moon and his face locked in a look of fear and despair as the bodies fell before him. Even from where he stood Wakuno could see a sheen of sweat across the man's face, running like morning dew down limestone.

Truly a successor of Xiao Hui, vanquisher of yaoguai.

Wakuno took a step towards the direction of the throne when a sudden motion in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He turned his head to see two figures standing in the breached doorway of the throne room. A towering Zauri and a female Honfokun at his side, heavily armored, and both were spattered in the blood of those they had killed. Wakuno did not recognize them as his own meaning they were interloping do-gooders or maybe Free Wardens. If the latter was it then he needed to move now.

Wakuno turned back to face the throne where the Emperor sat still, Wakuno shoving past a pair of guardsmen as he broke into a fast trot towards the throne. As he passed one of his brothers dueling with another guardsman someone shouted, "He is going for the throne, he tried to kill our emperor!"

"Someone stop him!"

Wakuno barreled over a wounded guardsman who tried to block him, the Emperor sat frozen as he caught site of the masked man coming right for him. His knees were weak, his legs quivering, and his heart pounding. Several guards tried to make to stop Wakuno but were blocked or tackled to the ground by Wakuno's fellows. Wakuno was closer now to the Emperor but still had to shove by a few guardsmen lingering about, mostly wounded or disarmed, slowing him down.

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Fujiko and Yazju…

A. break into sprints and try to shove through the crowd and tackle Wakuno.
B. throw their weapons wildly at Wakuno's back.
C. grab a single nearby bow and arrow so that one of them can shoot Wakuno in the back.
D. do nothing.

(GM granted two choices.)

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and @SouffleGirl123 choose C. Failed!

and @SouffleGirl123 choose A. Failed!

For a split second moment Fujiko was almost taken aback by the scene of the palace. She was unsure if it was those towering walls splattered with scarlet blood or the sight of the brutal battle before her. She was very quickly snapped back to reality with the screams of guards claiming an attack on the emperor. Fujiko looked up and truly the man had an aggressor, a lean man who had a mask on his face that almost seemed to resemble a twisted version of her kind. He was skillfully plowing through the guards with only one goal in sight; the Emperor. The honfo scanned the room for some way to intervene and noted the corpse of an archer close by, an oak bow in his hand. She made her way to him and wrung it out of his cold, lifeless hand and pulled an arrow from his quiver. She swiftly aims it at the back of the attacker's chest and lets it fly.
As swift as she was to attack, Wakuno was faster. Her arrow whizzed past him, not even a scratch left. In the meantime her opponent was taking even more precous steps toward the emperor. In moment of desperation she did the only thing she could think - running at the man full force.
She was consumed by the crowd, tangles of arms and legs all in the way of her and her adversary. She looked over for her Zauri friend. He too was taken by the crowd. They had failed.

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Wakuno closed in on the throne, Emperor Xiao Shang staring at the black clad killer as he approached. He had nowhere to run, and even if so, Xiao Shang would not break for it and leave his throne - he was no coward, even as his heart pounded and sweat poured down his face and soaked the neck of his robes he would not run crying out like a frightened child. His vision was blurring and his throat was constricting. This was it, this was where Xiao Shang would meet his end. So young and he had done so little, he would not leave this world as one of the more renowned of his line - or renowned at all. Stabbed to death on the festival of Wan Yue as his city burned, hardly worthy of his proud lineage. But so it was, ready or not this was his end. His final thought as he was grabbed by the throat and the killer's blade glinted overhead was, May the gods save the Empire.

Ubagai Wakuno brought his blade down into the chest of the Emperor, the sharp blade slicing through silk and flesh, cutting deep and causing blood to come pouring. Emperor Xiao Shang's eyes bulged, a strangled gasp escaped his throat. Another strike and more blood, yet another choked gasp, then a third strike - the blade finding the heart this time.

Ubagai Wakuno's eyes glimmered behind his mask as Emperor Xiao Shang's eyes closed, his mouth dropping open and his entire face going lax. The killer twisted his blade around, the blade shredding open the Emperor's heart with the confines of his ribs. Cries of despair rang up across the throne room mixed with shouts of victory, the guards all exclaiming in rage and fear even as the attackers all shouted with glee. Emperor Xiao Shang weakly tried to raise one arm but the last wisp of life ebbed from him and it dropped heavily against his thigh. With a loud grunt Ubagai Wakuno pulled free his blade and using his free hand jerked the limp body of Xiao Shang from the throne sending it tumbling down onto the hard floor. The beads from the Emperor's hat broke free as it landed near and they skittered about, rolling and bouncing through puddled blood.

Ubagai Wakuno stepped onto the seat of the throne and, holding his blood soaked weapon high, shouted coarsely, "Xiao Shang is dead!"

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Yazju Fleetscale

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Yazju knocked a man aside with a big arm, breaking the assailants nose and sending them to the ground. Yazju shoved and pushed, but he couldn't get through the mass of attackers, and the defenders harried him as well. They didn't know he was trying to help, and it would cost them the life of their charge! Yazju roared, but there was nothing he could do. All of his and Fujiko's efforts were for naught, and he watched helplessly as the blade plunged into the Emperor Xiao Shang. Yazju had always wanted to meet a folk leader, and now not only did he lose his chance, but the attackers had triumphed.

He hissed at the proclamation of the man, looking very much like a huge crocodile about to slide into the water for a meal.

He and his friend Fujiko could not save the Emperor, but they could avenge him. He attacked again with renewed fury, hacking and cutting into assassins like a butcher, shouldering his way through and doing his best to ignore what glancing wounds he received. His eyes focused on Ubagai Wakuno, mouth open wide with sharpened teeth extended. Yazju had a bad habit of being scatterbrained, but this was one goal he would see to the end! The death of the Emperor's murderer.

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Ubagai Wakuno leapt to the side of from the throne, bloody blade clenched victoriously in his hand. Several of the Imperial Guard shouted in rage, surging forth weapons raised in their own pursuit of the Emperors' killer. Wakuno was swift, too swift, and easily outmaneuvered his would-be pursuers. He dashed between his brothers who were all rushing for the destroyed doorway, parrying away the swords and spears of the guards. With the Emperor dead all that was left was for them to escape. Wakuno was among the first to reach the doors and scurried down the great stairs after passing by the splintered frame. The city of Bianwei was captured in an orange, ominous glow as the flames of battle consumed all, the stars above obscured by black clouds of smoke. Wakuno and his brethren vaulted over wreckage and danced around guards who would chase them all the way over the stone walls of the city, never stopping even as they burst through the forests and hurtled into the Emerald River. All that was left was to return to their betters and speak of their success to which Wakuno looked forward.

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And so it was Emperor Xiao Shang was dead, murdered sitting upon his throne as the capital burned - all at the hands of an army of zealots who set upon the city amid what was to be an eve of celebration and kinship. The fires lasted all through the night consuming entire districts amid the chaos. As smoke blotted the night sky blood painted the streets, the blood of the hundreds cruelly cut down in the attack, the attackers scattering from the city and vanishing into the darkness their foul deeds committed in full. Men and women spent the night desperately searching for friends and family members harrowing the smoke and fires while children screamed in the streets for their mothers and fathers.

As the sun rose on the next morn the body of Emperor Xiao Shang lay cold and the terrible truth of the matter finally set in; the last emperor was dead and the throne for the first time in history was empty. As the people scraped through the charred wreckage of Bianwei they looked to the guard, they looked to the Imperial Council - neither had comfort or answers to be given. The Council hesitated to send word across the land of the emperors' death for fear of the panic it would cause as well as the possible sundering of Yongcun. With no known heir to the throne many feared what may come next. The Imperial Guard and Free Wardens rushed to keep order but found this easier said than done.

Regent Jia Chong declared martial law later that day in Bianwei and ordered that no official word be sent to the surrounding cities confirming Xiao Shang's death, not yet. If the Empire was to survive this devastating tragedy there would need to be order and proper planning, though even Jia Chong found himself filled with doubt. Uncertainty wracked all those who had survived that perilous night before and a shroud of hopelessness seemed to be descending from above.

A single phrase that filled the streets resonated with all those in Bianwei, "Dark days are upon us." It will be seen just who will survive the coming darkness.


[System]
Alias - Voltic

Age - 13

Appearance - This girl.

Personality - Short-tempered and prideful, Kimberly is your typical tomboy. She is adventurous and daring, sometimes to the point of recklessness. However, she does think and act quickly during times of stress. That being said, Kimberly can be quite friendly with other people, easily striking up conversations with other people. She also displays a strong sense of justice, usually seeing issues as black-and-white.

Power/ability -
- Electrokinesis: creating and controlling electricity. Simple.
- Enhanced physical capabilities, with agility being the main focus.

Weakness -
- While she can certainly withstand attacks that a normal person her age wouldn't, she isn't much more durable than a regular human.
- Her electric attacks can be slightly redirected with metal, as well as blocked with insulators.

History - Please see Voltune.

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Name - Conner Flynigann

Alias - Synchronize

Age - 14

Appearance - This guy.

Personality - Conner isn't exactly social. He tends to just listen to others talk, although there are times he's willing to speak his mind, particularly with those he is comfortable talking to. However, he is quite intelligent, and will make the effort to learn about anything that seems or is important in some way.

Gear - Tuning fork and hammer. Nothing special about them, appearance-wise, but they serve as the items needed for him to activate his powers by continuously striking the tuning fork.

Power/ability -
- Synchronize: Conner is capable of fusing, or "synchronizing", with another person to create a more powerful being. (See Voltune for one example.)

Weakness - He lacks the means to physically fight on par by himself against most other superpowered beings, and his ability is useless without another supperpowered being to synchronize with. He is as soft and squishy as a regular human being.
-Conner requires a lot of physical contact with the other person in order to synchronize. A full-on embrace usually suffices.

History - Please see Voltune.

Notes - None.

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Alias - Voltune

Age - Appearance-wise, 19-20.

Appearance - This woman.

Personality - Voltune displays a remarkable intelligence, and is not afraid to input her own opinions. Voltune sees herself as the proof of the bond between Kimberly and Conner, and therefore a separate entity from Kimberly and Conner, addressing them by name as well. She treasures bonds and friendship more than anything else, and will do what she can to preserve them.

Power/ability -
-Electromastery: Voltune possesses power far superior to Kimberly's, able to generate and control stronger electricity than Kimberley's.
-Greatly enhanced physical capabilities: Far superior endurance, strength, and speed than an average human, with agility and acrobatics highly emphasized.

Weakness -
- If Voltune receives an injury, both of them will have the same injury should they de-synchronize.

- The two must work together and think as one in order to stay 'synchronized'. If the two are in enough conflict, it will be impossible to form Voltune. Even minor conflicts will weaken Voltune's abilities.

History - Kimberly and Conner were neighbors and childhood friends. Kimberly quickly discovered her powers after a uncomfortable and embarrassing event involving a wooly sweater and everyone's hair sticking up. As the two met up afterwards, Conner reveals that he had been instinctively aware of his ability for as long as he could remember, although he had no idea how to use it. Kimberly began practicing her newfound ability in secret, only allowing Conner to see what she was doing.

During a session of Kimberly's secret target practice, Norvandell found a tuning fork. Upon picking it up, he suddenly felt an urge to strike it. As he did so, Kimberly found her power being amplified. They began to experiment further, seeing how far powers could be amplified, how it worked, etc. From that day on, they began to have more fun with their experimentation and training.

One day, the two were with their parents at a small shop, when a superhuman robber appeared, demanding money and supplies. Everyone within the shop was held hostage, and police quick came to surround the area. However, Kimberly and Conner rose up, using their combined powers to fight back. Unfortunately, even their efforts couldn't defeat the robber, and were held at a stalemate. Then, during another exchange of blows, Katherine was knocked back into Conner, and it was then that Conner "tuned" with Katherine, to create a new being, "Voltune". Voltune then used her powers and quickly ended the event.

Since then, the secrets were revealed, and the two were given certain freedoms regarding their powers (although kept at somewhat stricter treatment.)

[User]
Xercas
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Hearing someone talking behind them, Harold was the first to act as he seemed to slither towards the two younger teens. Slight drool came from his mouth as he looked at them, wondering if they we're food to eat. Xercas watched for a moment before Harold completely vomited the raccoon in front of the younger teens to make room in his stomach. It was then that Xercas hit the serpentine's head with a loud thud.

"People are not for eating." He scolded the younger teen before pulling a smile on his face. "I'm sorry for my partners troublesome antics. I keep telling him people are not food, and he tries anyways."

Harold, on the other hand, winced a little before he gotten the message that these people were not for eating, and he wasted his food to make room for more. A cobra poked it's head out from the coat that he was wearing. "You can have it, Sil." He said to the cobra before it taken the raccoon for it's own.

"I'm Xercas, and this is Harold."

"But you can call me Serpentine!" Harold said with a cheery tone.

It was an awkward moment for Xercas, after having new people seeing the sight that usually sent others running away and getting a hate group to kill them. They really had no other choice but to run from town to town.

[Assistant]
NIKI / CG

Niki cruised along in her 57 T-Bird enjoying the growl of the Paxton Supercharged 312 that developed 42 horsepower more than it had been originally rated due to it's mechanical parts being in perfect balance because she'd been bored and wondered what it could be made to do without visible modification. Everything that turned or moved on the machine fit it's position better than any car ever made and because of the details she'd put into it her's could actually meet the 150 mph promise made by her speedometer; not that she would ever dream of exceeding the speed limit but it was nice to know.

And as the petite blonde drove she had other things on her mind such as her new home and the care and upkeep of her two others. She'd been surprised to have been approached by someone asking her to join the Teen Titans. She had just graduated with two degrees, one in physics and the other in mechanical engineering and was considering getting her doctorate before she was 20 but couldn't pass up the chance to work with people more like herself.

She saw the hidden drive entrance to the Titan's new base and slowed to a stop outside the gates telling them to open with her ability meaning they responded instantly swinging wide eagerly to welcome their new Mistress. Then Niki drove the gleaming black two seater up the drive through the surrounding woods and stopped when she reached the parking area.

Shortly she was out of the classic two seater and opened the trunk to pull out her two soft bags, her violin case and then the car cover specially designed by her for protecting what she still thought of as Daddy's car. It was made of a revolutionary material that would have been impossible for anyone but her to construct. Using nano- memory tubes to automatically assume the shape of the T-bird in a snap once she placed the magnetic clips on the rear bumper.

She picked up her bags and violin after seeing to her car and headed to the entrance humming a tune that she was hearing on a local radio station in her head. She giggled lightly as she thought of how delighted she was to help the newest Teen Titans with their base, machines and the occasional bad guy.

Up ahead she saw a small crowd outside of the entrance an thought (This could prove interesting)

NEKO

Neko loved the Wilderness through which she traveled but she also loved the excitement of civilization and the chance to pursue interesting prey. She hoped the place she was going was warm and safe with interesting things to do when she wasn't active.

It would be strange living with people, especially ones she'd never met but Susan her best friend an the strange smelling green man had said this could be a place were she'd be safe and learn how to interact as well as stay out of trouble with the law people that she had trouble understanding.

She burst out of the trees barely rustling the leaves as she landed in the Driveway. She looked around herself sensing her new environment using every sense she had and the result was several scents that caused her tail to bristle like a brush. It was most likely nothing to be concerned about but that didn't mean she was going to drop her guard completely.

Curious about the scent's owner and their potential danger Neko thought it would be fun to see if they might reveal themselves if they were startled so she exploded into a high-speed rush towards the sound of voices an when she was about 40 feet from a group gathered near a door the cat girl launched herself into the air performing several flips before landing in a crouch about 10 feet away her long tail thrashing the air behind her in an angry manner.

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"Welp... I guess that answers my question." Light said as more and more people showed up. First a younger girl with purple hair and pointed ears, then a guy in some cool looking robes. The purple haired girl asked Light if she was an alien, to which Light replied. "Well... Technically everyone is an alien until you get to know them, right? Ha ha..." Light said, halfheartedly laughing. "No, I'm a 'toon'. Course I tend to creep people out. I think its the eyes." She said with a toothy smile.

The guy with robes walked up to her soon after that, looking her dead in the eyes. It then dawned on Light that she was one of the bigger members of the group, and this guy was the only person so far around her height. "Well, I guess this guy isn't scared. Find black and orange eyes sexy do you?" Light said playfully sticking her tongue out and winking.

Commotion could be heard a little ways away around the corner of the building. What sounded like 4 people talking, then one vomiting, could be heard. "So uh... Guess we've got 4 more people around the corner or something. And one of them is sick." Light said, pointing at the area with her thumb. Before she could head over to check it out though, some sort of cat person jumped out of the nearby woods and started to hiss at the group, tail raised.

"So... Anyone got any idea how many people are supposed to show up? I count at least 8 right now plus the cat lady." Light said, shaking her head with a grin on her face. And here she thought today might be boring.

[Assistant]
NEKO

Neko looked in the direction of the strange smelling creature that made her appear positively normal who said Cat Lady. Blinking she tilted her head and smiled weirdly her sharp teeth glowing whitely an her killing fangs exposed in a manner of a smile used by humans. Her tail's motions settled down but still remained in motion and she. Said
"Am called Neko not Cat Lady
Thinking she you name in Gotham an older than Neko.
Neko was told here she was wanted as hunter of the bad man an woman
Ten Titan is here correct"

So many smells and so many trees filled with food prey and soon Susan her friend was sending her the rabbits an pens for growing them. If these and the others she smelled were as friendly then perhaps this could be more fun than the Susan Neko home she shared with the Doctor who was her only friend.

[User]
Kimberly tightened her grip on Conner's jacket as the raccoon was regurgitated. Conner took a step back, grabbing Kimberly's arm as he did so. Then came the reprimand and the apology from Xercas. After those two had introduced themselves, Conner was still hesitant about them, but knew intellectually that the Serpentine guy was probably just a bit... lacking in manners. Conner could guess why Harold was called Serpentine. Ignoring the cobra that was now eating the raccoon, Conner reluctantly said, "Charmed."

Recovering from her initial shock, Kimberly emerged from being Conner and stared at the cobra swallowing the raccoon in wonder. Returning her gaze to Xerces and Harold, Kimberly said, "I'm Kimberly, and the broody guy here is Conner." The last remark earned her an elbow tap to her shoulder from Conner, which earned him a smirk from Kimberly.

"I'm assuming you're here for the same reasons we are, right?" Conner asked the two, taking precautions before mentioning any names. He didn't want any repercussions for not being cautious, after all.