[System]
Age: 28 (assuming standard human lifespan)

Gender: Female

Race: Naga

Appearance:
 13 ft in total length, Mari's human half is 3 ft from her waist to the top of her head and her tail half is 10 ft in length. Mari has tanned skin, short black hair, golden eyes and pale olive green scales. When out of armor, Mari regularly wears a simple sleeveless tunic and belt over a sarashi-esque waist & chest wrap.

Personality:
 Mari is an odd duck. Half nomadic wild child, half daughter of the church, the Naga is as sophisticated & eloquent as she is blunt & plain-spoken. While she is a firm believer in the core tenets of the church, Mari will quite often interpret them through the harsh & pragmatic lens of a survivalist; frequently leading her to decisions that put her at odds with those who had more 'civilized' upbringings.

Brief Backstory:
 Born & raised as part of a nomadic tribe in the scrub-lands & savanna to the east of Thaln, Mari was kidnapped by slavers in her early-mid teens. After a short but brutal experience with slavery, the young demi-human was freed by Mayonite paladins. Taking pity on the young Naga, Mari was taken in by the church; an action that was met with mixed results. On one hand, Mari took to the core tenets of the dual church like a fish to water. On the other, she constantly fought with the rigidity of it's structure and by extension the structure of 'civilized' society.

 Naturally combative by nature, Mari began training with the resident Mayonite paladins as soon as she was able. When the War of the Red Flag broke out, Mari saw action on multiple battlefields, serving as the squire of a Mayonite paladin in the service of the Iron Rose Knights. Shortly after the conclusion of the war, Mari was granted her knighthood in which she swore her oath of loyalty to the Iron Rose Knights.

Equipment:
 - For armor Mari has a gambeson, partial steel plate covering her upper torso, arms & head and partial chain-mail over the rest of the exposed gambeson. For her helmet she has a sallet with a bevor. She currently has pair of heavy leather gloves as she currently can't afford a proper set of fully articulated steel gauntlets.
 - For weapons Mari has a quarterstaff with a small flanged mace head at either end. She carries a long knife and a hand axe balanced for throwing as backup weapons. In addition she has a long bow, though she usually doesn't carry it unless requested. Her weighted quarterstaff is also mildly enchanted for increased durability.

Skills:
 - A talented tracker, hunter and survivalist on account of her nomadic youth.
 - Skilled in combat with more utilitarian weapons; spears, staves, axes, bows and to a lesser extent hammers & knives. While she can use traditional blades, they are hands down the weapon that she's the least proficient with.

[User]
Fleuri Jodeau

"You're probably right, we probably wouldn't have gotten anything out of him" Fleuri spoke to Kherun as he looked down at the corpse. "I apologize for my words, this ordeal has been quite frustrating." There was no excuse for being unwelcoming to one of the fellow members of the order in this manner. In the future, Fleuri would need to remember to mind himself even in times of stress.

Fleuri glanced at Fanilly and Veileena, still holding conversation. As annoyed as Fleuri was that there were still many questions that remained unanswered, they at least had some idea of what was going on, and they now had several leads to pursue. Given the urgent nature of this situation, however, Fleuri figured that this would be going straight to the crown, and it'd be up to them to determine exactly what role the Iron Roses would continue to play. He had no doubt, however, that they would be employed in this matter in some capacity- the kingdom could not afford to hold back as long as a potentially apocalyptic artifact was in the wrong hands.

Fleuri was ready to head back home. It had been a long day, and the sooner the crown received word of the Iron Roses' discoveries, the better. He remained silent, waiting for Fanilly and Tyaethe to finish questioning the Cal girl.

[Assistant]
Maritza Verenna
 "No." The Naga replied to Lady Cal with blunt simplicity as she shook her head. "What prompted that line of thought was your guardian surviving the severance of his head. That is what put the idea of you practicing necromancy and other such ill thoughts into my mind. Of course, if Lady Radistirin says that said effects were achieved without the use of dark magicks, such an assessment is more than sufficient for myself." Maritza added, the accent of her formal learning of Thaln's language suddenly coming out in full force. "Regardless, the truth is coming to light and we share a common goal; securing the shard and preventing it from causing any more chaos. I can see no logical reason to not pool our efforts and work as one. Captain, Lady Radistirin, your orders?" She finished, her piece said as she turned to Fanilly and the senior knight.

[User]
"Haelstadt? Hmph, haven't you ever heard of contract magic? As long as I live, so does Haelstadt," explained Veileena. Fanilly had heard of contract magic, but never had she heard of it being so strong as to prevent someone from dying even when beheaded. What kind of contract was so powerful that it could perform something like that?

Just what kind of person was Haelstadt?

With no signs that the shrine itself had been desecrated, and the uncomfortable feeling that had permeated its grounds slowly fading, Fanilly was at a loss for how to continue.

A prisoner, however, gave them at least some sort of lead.

"Sir Kherun, we'll be taking the prisoner back to Aimlenn with us so that he may be interrogated," she began, face her knights in turn, "Dame Maritza... we'll return to Candaeln with Lady Cal. From there we can better pool our efforts."

With no further leads, there was no way they could continue the search. Fanilly couldn't help but feel frustrated over this outcome. They had failed to find the shard, which meant it was still out there, somewhere. That it could still hurt people.

But what choice did they have but to regroup?

The Knight-Captain saw no other path forward.

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It had been a day since they had returned from Candaeln. The prisoner had been handed off for questioning, there were preparations to make a formal meeting with the headmaster and faculty of the Mage's College for the purposes of discussing their choices to hide the shard, and in addition another meeting with Lady Cal in hopes of solidifying a path forward.

Fanilly had begun her day with a stop at Candaeln's shrine. It was situated in the fort's garden, a mixed Mayon-Reon site of worship surrounded by lilies and roses and equipped with both a sacrificial flame and a sacrificial pool.

For the sake of those who had fallen, and for the guidance of the goddesses, she had prayed for quite some time. For the sake of further guidance, to deal with this situation and all others, as well.

When she departed, the blonde knight made her way to Candaeln's library.

They needed to know as much as they could about the shard, and that meant researching as much as she could manage.

Until they managed to access the College's records, this was her best opportunity.

Candaeln's library was vast and well-stocked. Second only to the College's library itself, its rows upon rows of books made for excellent research material, tall shelves lining the walls.

Admittedly, she had only perused the library's novels before, but now she had a more serious purpose.

Daze@Crimson Paladin@HereComesTheSnow@Martian@A Lowly Wretch@JessieTargaryen@FlappyTheSpybot@ghastlyinc

[Assistant]
Tyaethe Radistirin

Tyaethe had not been in a positive mood on their return, to put it mildly. Although she had stopped short of barricading herself away for the rest of the day, the vampire had still been uncharacteristically hard to find until the next morning, seemingly having only taken as her cue to emerge the idea of needing to feed. A thought that was weighing heavily on her mind, at the moment.

Seeing the small figure seated in a shaded windowed alcove, looking out over the courtyard and any training therein, was hardly an unusual sight around Candaeln. Often, Tyaethe only seemed half-present, regularly dozing off and offering minimal input if she saw the other knights later. Today, however, her eyes were focused entirely on those outside. Oh, and she was carrying the sword around; that was a pretty unusual change.

[User]
Gerard Segremors

The ride back had been a quiet one, as it so often was, for Gerard— though upon their arrival the attending healers had broken into a bit of a sweat regarding his pallor. This redoubled, much to his and their mutually weary chagrin, when he responded with confusion regarding why he'd not at least allowed Martin to take a look over him— something to the tune of "Was he there? I never saw him."

He... could only reason a guess as to why: mainly being a little too involved in his own head, and own duties confirming the knights' kills. He must have blundered past his compatriot at some point while gutting it out, and not drawn enough attention to himself in doing so. No fault of the healer's, seeing as the knight's mind was a thousand leagues away by that point.

Very well~ I hope to see plenty more from you~

He'd gotten the urge to snap back at the lilting, cheshire tone, and in his tightly bundled haze of thoughts had begun to jumble out the half-formed concept of a steely-toned promise that he wasn't going anywhere... but no matter what happened through the rest of the night, the voice had been content to let the knight stew upon it in silence.

Not a word more in his head. Baffling... but, if nothing else, the "solitude" helped him focus on the important things like managing the canter and his stance upon it on the way back. A cold, stinging, and achey ride, but one he didn't slump out of his stirrups in— good enough. He had managed to escape serious, serious harm— no loss of limb nor break of any major bones. Once the medical and esoteric arts of healing had gotten their hands upon him, they'd seen to it that his wounds were closed, muscles treated with pungent balms, and his torso pockmarked by a manic scattering of bandages. That pull in his right elbow had manifested into a sling, even.

A loss of blood and the multitude of lacerations had also meant a day of harshly enforced bed rest, and so the knight was confined to his quarters for most of the direct aftermath of their excursion to the moon stone, only meeting any compatriots who had elected to drop by (mainly those that had been kind enough to chauffer meals from the mess to help him get his strength back) and spending the rest of his time bored through his skull.

Only today had he managed to get out into the fresh air of the halls proper, damning his idle hands as he walked and took in the morning sun as it warmed his drab black shirt. Truth be told, that was the worst part— he hardly minded the solitude and quiet, but the fact that he spent the entire time without doing something had made it as agreeable as pulling a rotted tooth.

He'd always favored the Training Grounds for this much, but with a sword arm out of commission...

He grimaced openly, the patch of gauze over the numbly painful line down his cheek wrinkling some as the corner of his mouth pulled into it.

That one's gonna scar. I know it.

He desperately wished to hone his form.

He half-turned. Further down the path that branched off to his right lay Candaeln's library, somewhere he'd never really found himself visiting in anything more than passing, or as a favor to a tied-up compatriot looking to grab a novel and seeing a free hand. Maybe further on, the kitchens? Well, not much reason to visit there...

But even he had to admit that probably wasn't the best idea.

Not yet.

[Assistant]
Maritza Verenna
 The morning after, Maritza had found herself in the training courtyard, quarterstaff in hand. At some point since the battle in the crypt the royal armory had seen fit to have the naga's staff returned to her. In spite of her newfound axe being a far more powerful weapon, it felt good to return to her roots. Drawing a large circle on the dusty ground around her with the tip of her staff, Mari settled into a ready position at the center and began.

 With slow, deliberate sweeping motions the naga started to spin the staff in figure eights. Switching from hand to hand as it spun, the flanged mace heads on either end of the quarterstaff began to whistle through the air as her movements picked up speed. Below, Maritza's hips and tail moved in counterbalance to the staff; a swaying, shifting mass of olive green scales.

 Snapping back into a ready position without warning, she launched into her exercises proper. Tight rapid jabs lashed out in tight clusters before whirling around to parry or snap sweeping blows against would-be opponents. Nor was the rest of her body idle either. Mari's serpentine half twisted and writhed to avoid invisible attacks, her tail occasionally lashing out to trip up a nonexistent enemy.


[System]
Xoxi
Gender: Female

Godly Parents: Mother - Selene (in the event of unknown, Greek Goddess of the Moon)

Sphere of Control: Stealth, shadows, and deception.

Civilization: Mycelings

Personality: Xoxi is convincing, deceiving, greedy, kind-hearted, homosexual, and sarcastic. She stays a neutral party for most of the time, and seeks to gain the trust of others. She will then use that trust to propel herself forward in the world. Being alone for the past 16 years though has made her slightly insane, but she still remains sanity in most situations.
A Small Guide to the Mind of Xoxi
- Sewers are a unit of measurement.
- Plantoids are responsible for her father's death and should be slain.
- Pizza is available at any time and is perfect for any occasion.
- Should Pizza not be present cookies make for a good substitute.
- "If it tastes like fish, find another dish. If it tastes like chicken, keep lickin'."
- Guns are useless for a thief.
- Swords are also useless for a thief.
- A thief is only as good as the trust she gains.
- If a woman entices you with just her body, she is a complete and utter waste of a romantic interest.
- Dicks are gross. Period.
+ It is completely justified to punt rogue mycelings as far as you can.
+Screaming at an ocean is a good idea.
Sacred Animal: Mouse

Powers: Shadowcloak - Hiding in the shadows, Xoxi remains completely invisible for a short amount of time. (Invisibility can be broken by very sudden movements, like thrusting an arm, and muffles slightly.)
 Lunar Absorption - Passively gain energy when the moon is out.
 Persuasion - Simple stuff, just very strong convincing.
 Fortify Insanity- Make the mind very foggy and unorganized, making it hard to break (insanity rises; post switches to Xoxi's point of view).
 Subterfuge - A clone made of complete shadows appears, and can alter the world based on Xoxi's desires (Usable only when Xoxi has fortified insanity).

Weapon: Two daggers, made of a material with the consistency similar to bones.

History:

Raised homeless by a single father (Selene being occupied with other stuff,) Xoxi wasn't really allowed the joys of life. The city she was raised in didn't take too kindly to the homeless or children, and since she was both, she was treated like absolute garbage. Through a run in with a local thief, she was taken in by him, to which he taught her his craft. Xoxi excelled at this craft, being a natural prodigy at the art of sneaking, she hastily surpassed the mentor. She gained wealth and a small home for her father and herself, occasionally hiding the thief who taught her everything she knew. Eventually, her skills took a bad turn and she landed herself in a jail, far away from her original home. She broke out a few days in, via knocking out a female guard, dawning her clothes, and walking out the front door. She had left her home behind and was an escaped convict. She decided fate led her to where she was now and earned a living in that town. She still thieves and has even done some favors for the local police, but mainly for them to remove her from their list of wanted criminals. As of current standings she hops around cities and scavenges what she can without raising too much alarm.

Other: She occasionally sends letters and such to her father and mentor, despite both being dead and herself being one of the last "humans" (Demigods are a weird boat.)
Gyro
Gyro Chillbro

Gender: Male

Godly Parent: Xoxi Slevryn (in a sense)

Sphere of Control: Economy and Stealth

Civilization: Elected President of the Mycelings

Personality: He is small, reasonable, loyal, and lazy (in a sense.) He tends to use his knowledge of technology and economics to gain trust.

Sacred Animal: Mouse (duh)

Powers:
 Persuasion - easy stuff, persuading the opponent.
 Intimidation - works only on larger foes. Scares them out of combat.
 Bribery - Trick opponents into attacking each other over a bribe.

Weapon: Not picky over choice, will use whatever's around that he can pick up. Does tend to use a sewing needle though.

History - One day he appeared. Same day he was elected President over his race. That's it.

Other - Doesn't like the idea of combat, and will remain pacifistic unless he's in very immediate danger.

VILLAIN

Tlevran
Name: Tlevran

Gender: Male

Godly Parents: Talos (Deceased)
 Eris (Deceased)

Personality: Ruthless, heartless, and a cruel guy all around. He has basically no care for the lives of others, and really just wants to see everyone he meets dead in one form or another.

Sphere of Control: Strength, Blood, and Cruelty.

Civilization: Had one, committed a mass genocide within the first week of it's existence. Why? Because one person said he sucked.

Powers:
Berserk - All damage dealt is increased tenfold, catch is all damage received is increased tenfold
Heart Rate - Control someone's heart rate at will, however unable to make it go like 10bpm.
Genocide - Slay all lesser beings in a very small radius around him (like 1 foot all around), catch is he's completely tired afterward, and all magic is a no go when used by him

Weapons: A single, titanium meat cleaver.

History:
Nothing is really known about Tlevran, other than his name, and what he plans on doing with it is unknown. He is said to be buried far underground, and is completely trapped, until someone frees him from his prison.
As for why he is trapped, ancient legends say that he had slain his mother Eris, disposed of the body, and when his father Talos found out, Tlevran stabbed him in the gut, effectively slaying his father as well. With Talos' dying breath, he sent Tlevran down into the crust of the Earth, hoping nobody would ever wake him from his ancient slumber.
From the years spent under the ground, all of his skin turned black, and it turned his eyes a bright shade of crimson.

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CIVILIZATION

Mycelings

A race made entirely of genetically enhanced anthropomorphic mice, growing upwards to slightly past the typical human ankle.

Democratic-Republic

No powers except intimidation and persuasion

Aside from being slightly larger, Mycelings enhance to any environment very quickly, able to grow fur out in a very fast amount of time if the weather calls for it, and shed it quickly to where they can take harsh temperatures. In addition they have brains that contain most near everything humans have known upwards until space travel.

Housed up in the ruins of Great Britain

Xoxi is the goddess over this race. Well, post-learning how to make a race.

Mycelings are most definitely not combat oriented, and as a result are very frail.
They also taste like not good.

The Abominations

A race made of the combined body parts of other races, and were created for army purposes when the clones of the Merged came about.

Monarchy

The race capitalizes on being an amalgamation, so every other race's powers the Abominations could have, but it depends on the specific Abomination.

They'll later settle in Japan.

Tlevran is the deity of this race.

[User] Rhona had seen Landon coming, yet did not move. She took the blow directly to her shoulder, however, instead of light shooting out from the cut; it was fire. The steel of Landon's blade turned a hot white in a matter of seconds. Rhona grabbed the blade of the sword tightly. With a speed that rivaled Landon's, Rhona removed from her shoulder, swung around, then stabbed Landon's shoulder with his own sword. "Love? You don't know a damn thing about love! You want to know love?! Start by telling Cia the damn truth!" She roared angrily. A sudden large, bright light emanated from Rhona's body and the Earth shook under the immense power given off by Rhona. A crator formed around them and the flora burnt to immediate ash as the grew brighter, growing brighter and brighter, and even brighter still, until everything was nothing but white, then disappeared altogether and Rhona, Leon, and Shone-Lee had disappeared along with the light. The only thing that was left was the scorched earth and a massive crator; any life that once inhabited the area had either fled or perrished.

[Assistant]
A month had passed since the event of Claire's rampage. Yuki brought Claire and Xoxi to her own realm, where they would be given a chance to rest. For 'no particular reason', Yuki had also given Xoxi access to her realm, should she ever wish to visit. Yuki secretly hoped that she'd visit her frequently, as she couldn't help but have feelings for the demigod.

Over the course of a month, Claire had been living with Yuki. The music goddess was still trying to find a way to apologize to both Xoxi and Cia. At first, she thought a party would have been good, but then thought that her presence would probably sour the mood. Then she thought that making music for them would help some, but realized that it may not be a good idea either, if they knew it was her. Claire was stuck trying to figure out what to do, and she spent many sleepless nights thinking of it.

Claire also had her friend, Miriam, to worry about. That voice said he was searching for the blood goddess, and given what he tried to influence the music goddess herself to do, Claire was confident that a meeting between those two would end in disaster. She had to find a way to stop such an event from happening.

Today, Claire was in her bed, picking up where she left off, thinking on what to do on both situations. That is, until her sister called out.

"Claire! Breakfast is ready!" said Yuki.

Claire sighed, and got up.

[User]
Xoxi walked in from out of the shadows and sneakily hugged Yuki.

"Hello there lovely!"

In reality, Xoxi basically moved into the realm. Gyro kept the Mycelings governed very well, to the point where very simple motor vehicles were created. The only major thing said by Xoxi was that she didn't want any religion involved with government and politics, and so the Mycelings kept level headed about it, not really starting new religious orders or believing any other. They established Xoxian as a religion and kept that as the main one. Television was invented, and bundled with internet access, provided this was a Myceling internet, and most human pages were wiped when everyone died. Mycelings were generous and shared their knowledge to the other peaceful races, but kept the theory of nuclear power to themselves. Armageddon was the last thing the world needed at this point.

"Still as cute as ever, might I add. I just realized I never told you that your realm was beautiful."

Xoxi sat down in a stool as Claire was arriving in the room.

"...hello Claire."

Xoxi was on a neutral ground with Claire. She wasn't fond of her, but she didn't really care if she was around. She actually reminded Xoxi of a long lost ex of hers.

FLASHBAAAACKKK TIME

Xoxi woke up from a weed-induced nap and heard a very loud fight. Humanity fell into anarchy, unsurprisingly, and so her mentor, father, and herself left where they were staying home at and went eastwards, they picked up a small group as they traveled. Xoxi met a lover in this group, named Saph, and they basically spent all their time together. Xoxi never told her she was a demigod though, her powers were not to be abused by others.

Xoxi's powers, meanwhile, took a purple shade with them, and slightly were morphed to look like Xoxi. Her mother was still very much present in the form, but it had a slight Xoxi look.

Xoxi looked outside and saw a bunch of bandits attacking where the group was held up currently. She thought for a minute before seeing her mentor with a noose around his neck, a bandit holding the other end of the rope. She ran outside and intervened.

"What's going on here?!"

As she finished her sentence, a club connected to the base of her leg, knocking her to the floor. The head bandit spoke.

"You are impure and have not seen the true path of the god Shya, the mother of conflict. We have come here to take you with us and teach you the ways when these men started attacking us. We were simply going to make you females our wives."

Xoxi's mentor struggled around, trying to free himself. He was beaten into submission shortly after.

"We haven't done anything to you! Let us go!"

"Silence female! We will leave in peace after taking you and two lives. These two."

Saph and the mentor were the only two in nooses. Her mentor spoke before the nooses were tightened.

"Squirt! Remember I'll be with you! You need to live for the both of u-"

The nooses were tightened as they were both restrained. As much as they both struggled, neither made it out of the nooses.

They were both dead.

Two bandits went to pick up Xoxi as she stopped moving. It was a harsh thing to watch.

Then, she giggled, and said:

"You're gonna pay for that!"

Shadows were risen out of the ground and were all armed with daggers. The two bandits carrying Xoxi were hastily slain on the spot, while the other bandits were reduced to a small group in the middle of the area. All the other travelers made it out of there, as Xoxi's father grabbed Xoxi and left.

A large shadow formed under the group of bandits, as they were ported 200 feet into the sky. They hit the ground and were immediately slain.

Xoxi retired to sleeping in her father's arms as he carried them off. The shadows were gone at that point.

MEANWHILE IN THE PRESENT

Tlevran built a small fortress in San Fransisco, and worked on creating a race that wouldn't talk shit about him. He needed an army if he was going to commit total genocide on the world, and this was the only way he'd get that. A small idea was formed, where a bunch of other races in the world would be combined into a hideous amalgamation of a body. He prototyped these and called them "the Deformed". None were created yet, and the ultimate design was being worked on, but it looked alright so far.


[System]
*Organisation App*
Almost 130 years ago, a great meteorite struck the Earth in the southern lands of Alm'Zar. Across the world, prophets and mystics sensed a disturbance, and the followers of Trazyn claim that the lesser deities shook on their Earthly thrones. For within the falling star was a being, alien to this world, known only as Trazyn. Possessed of great magical power, it reached out into the minds of those nearby, the loyal guard of the Al'Nuk Empire, and asked for their aid. The guards that entered to investigate came out changed people, claiming to have found the only being worthy of their loyalty and unquestioning devotion. They were the First of Trazyn.

The might of the Extraterrestrial God expanded rapidly, as it promised gifts of arcane power and equality to those that would reject their political leaders, and swore fealty to Him alone. And he delivered, mysterious crystals implanted into the body granting magical power to those born without arcane potential. Great armies marched in His name, conquering those who did not come under His rule by their own will through brute force. These were known as the Infinity Crusades, and it was said that the legions of zealots were an unending sea, swarming across the country, twisted by the magic implanted into their souls.

However, the World is a big place. The Elves of Lysandor stood firm, proclaiming that Trazyn and the injection of His mysterious arcane power was an abomination. Great battles ensued, but to dislodge the Elves from their ancient forests was impossible. They allied with the remains of the Al'Nuk, as they pushed back, driving against the maddened armies, battling Eldritch powers, aiming to destroy Trazyn himself once and for all.

What happened in these wars is the work of many legends. The Al'Nuk were completely wiped out, their cities and holds part of the reformed Infinite Empire. Trazyn halted his great Crusades, having formed a peace treaty with the Elves of Lysandor. The tribes that had once dwelled the plains of Alm'Zar were incorporated into the belief, living in the cities or traveling to far off countries as missionaries, aiming to convert more cities to the world's most feared religion. Today, the Blessed of Trazyn, centered in the Infinite Empire, have spread across the globe, their religion seen in many places as being abominable and terrifying. However, they preach the equality of all under Trazyn, from commoner to noble to king, and have demonstrated this in their own empire. In many cases, the lower classes have rebelled in the name of Trazyn, forming their own city-states far from the Infinite Empire, loyal to Trazyn.

Beliefs of the Blessed of Trazyn:
 - Trazyn is the architect of the universe, the very first magical being. It was He who created the very existence of magic, and it is from this magic that all other beings are born.
 - All people are equal, for all intelligent beings are the same. To stand one above the other is blasphemy, and only Trazyn and his Prophets have any rights beyond those of normal men and women. This includes the equal division of magic beyond genetic heritage, granting arcane powers to all who wish to have them.
 - All of nature is owned by the sentient races, and it is theirs to do with as they will, provided they heed the words of Trazyn.
 - All belongings are equal, and all is to be shared among the entire population. There will be no rich, and there will be no poor, for all are equal in the eyes of Trazyn.

*Character App*
Name: Alice Nettlebrush, The Immortal Innocence.

Race: Elf

Gender: Female

Age: 12

Personality: While in many ways Alice acts as a typical 12-year-old, she has certainly been changed by Trazyn. She often knows things she should not have known, and possesses a strange, sly wisdom. She often displays dual personalities, and memories that don't belong to her lifetime. She is generally kind and caring, although she is devoted to Trazyn, seeing her God as part of herself. Due to the crystal implanted into her skull, this might be accurate.

History: Coming from the Nettlebrush family, a small family of elves who became a part of the Infinite Empire, Alice's parents opted to send their youngest daughter to become a Priest of Trazyn. She would learn the ways of Trazyn, and preach his name. They did this because they knew the Priests of Trazyn were well treated, and that it wasn't good for elves in the Infinite Empire to be opposed to the Will of Trazyn in any way. Little did they know what would follow.

Upon being implanted with her 'Gift', a synthetic crystal that implants some of Trzyn's magic into those born without when implanted into the body, Alice had a vision. It is said that she spoke many secrets, already knowing the 42 Names of Trazyn, and the greatest secrets of where and how Trazyn was kept. Alice was offered a choice by Trazyn Himself, and she chose to become His Prophet, to spread His will and to become a vessel for His power. As such, she became one of the 4 current Prophets of Trazyn.

Position: Alice lives in Areopolis, representing Trazyn in this great and powerful city. Here, she leads the Temple of the Infinite, which is both a religious institution, and the embassy for the Infinite Empire. She expresses her Empire and God's wills and stakes in the councils and meetings of the city, and oversees the trade relationships between the Empire and other people. This is an important task, because many are reluctant to deal with the Blessed of Trazyn.

*Character App*
Name: Ja'Lir Arian.

Gender: Male

Age: 47

Race: Human (mostly)

Personality: Stern and determined, Ja'Lir is only truly happy when he's doing the work of his Lord. He's an introvert, with a stern face that reveals nothing about him. He revels in doing what he considers the right thing, and places the importance of the 'greater good' far above his own life, happily sacrificing himself to save others.

History: Born in the Infinite Empire, Ja'Lir chose the life of the military when it became time for him to choose his occupation. He was trained as a warrior, to fight and die for the glory of Tazir. He became a master at what he did, both in his physical skills and his manipulation of the Gift. As such, he rose through the ranks, earning many medals in the field, fighting off those who would attempt to destroy Tazir. Eventually, through his valor and skill, he was chosen to be the personal guard for Alice, and to represent the Arm of Tazir in Areopolis. He accepted this post gladly.

Position: As Alice's Paladin, it is Ja'Lir's duty to ensure her safety, and to kill any who would take her life. He is also responsible for playing his part in the diplomatic relationships between the Infinite Empire and Areopolis, a physical representation of Trazin's armies, a threat through his very existence.

[User]
"Ah, it's nothing. But I guess it is something for someone who hasn't been raised as an acrobat!" Zeetah corrected himself, muttering "Gotta remember not everyone's an acrobat, Zeet, come on," under his breath.

"So what brings you to the slums? I don't really know what this place is, but it's warm and crowded. But," he paused, looking down at the man, "now I'm not sure I want to be in there... Hey, you think this guy's got any money?" Zeetah crouched down over the unconscious man, checking his pockets but ultimately finding nothing.

[Assistant]
The cat reached a hand back to scratch at his neck as he considered the frog's words. "Well, uh I went from walking on four legs to two legs, so any sort of motion that tops that tends to be a bit impressive--" He coughed into a fist and stopped himself.

"Brings me to the slums?" He repeated, evidently confused. He placed his hands on his hips and glanced around, surveying his surroundings. He winced, then chewed his lower lip in contemplation. "It certainly does appear to be a slum, now you mention it. huh." He murmured. He gave an exaggerated shrug. "Just kinda... dropped in, I guess. I was in a really, really big hurry and cast a teleportation spell, without any particular thought for any actual destination. Quite foolish, that. It could have ended in oh so many bad ways. To name a few, one possibility was me getting trapped in another plane of existence, or, another fun one, getting spewed all over that wall there like the insides spurted out of a crushed tomato--" He once again fake coughed, clearly realizing he was perhaps going a bit too into detail.

He turned his head downwards to examine the wounded man. "He doesn't look particularly loaded. Especially unlikely, given this is a slum, come to think of it." He pondered out loud. He blinked. "Well, what are you waiting for? He's only going to be unconscious for so long." He laughed, perhaps a bit worryingly amused by the prospect.

[User]
Zeetah perked up at the word "spell". He didn't know why, but he had always been interested in magic and always hoped he could learn some tricks. A teleportation spell would be particularly useful, he thought to himself. But he had also heard that Ampharians were never particularly good at magic, or at least, none had ever tried.

"So, you said you were a magician or... what? Can you show me something cool? And teach me how to do something?" the frog was unconsciously bouncing in excitement. He felt bad that he was never particularly good at listening or holding a conversation, and he generally went out of his way to interact with people, so he never really had anyone to talk to and had very little experience with conversation as a result. Even still, this was an strange and exciting person with an exciting prospect of magic, so he could make an exception.

[Assistant]
Zazrioa was walking down the dirty slums of Areapolis even though he didn't think it was too dirty although the smell was something but Zazrioa could not smell it,Beggars were all around the area begging and grabbing at the hem of his robes but he did not cringe nor quickly move away form the homeless men and women but kneel beside them praying with them about the Hauke the creator."Cyt'ma Golte Makla Durwa" He spoke to one of the homeless men in a soft whisper holding his warm hand with his own scaly hand,Once he was done he stood up handing him a pamphlet of the Estrella de Celimna walking further down the alleyway.

While walking he accidentally bumped into Zeetah with his scaly shoulder,"My apologizes my brother...i did not see you... i was not looking where i was walking... He said in a raspy deep voice.

[User]
In the richer circles of the city, stood and area known as the Lane of Gods. Running almost the length of Areopolis, perpendicular to the river, it was a row of great and lavish temples and churches, built to honour the many deities worshipped in areopolis. As a gathering point and central trading area between many of the great civilisations that adorned the modern world, Areopolis had come to adopt centres for almost every religion on the face of the planet. And as one would walk down this great road, their eyes would be assaulted by great arrays of splendour and beauty, each house of worship struggling to outdo the others.

On the northern edges of the Lane of Gods was a relatively new addition, consturcted over the course of 3 years, and finished just 20 years before. A pillar reaching towards the heaven, a monolithic structure of pure marble. Through it ran veins of obsidian, perfectly incorporated with magic, depicting runes and images, all converging into a single star-shaped symbol in the centre, the official Crest of the Infinite Empire, and the symbol of the Blessed of Trazyn.

Within the temple, sitting on a large and highly comfortable cushioned chair was Alice, tiny little legs kicking as she heard the words of the priests. Her eyes slowly moved across the faces, their pupils black as night. It seemed like the Council had rejected the Infinite Empire's rights to host a larger guard, despite the fact that the limits placed upon the Blessed of Trazyn were greater than those placed on the other religions. It was understandable, to an extent. They had no certainty of action, they lacked the direction that graced the lives of the faithful, and feared that they did not know. And those with long memories could still remember when the Blessed had been a scourge on the world, the Dark Crusade cutting a swath of destruction across the land.

Of course, it would all change, the tables would turn. A new page was turned in the Book of Time, and the script had been written, it would not be long before the Council would acknowledge Trazyn as the greatest of the Gods. Those lesser deities, clutching at their Earthly thrones with trembling hands, they already knew what was upon them. The end of the strife and terror that they had sowed, the beginning of a time of great unification. As it had been foretold over a thousand years ago, all life would acknowledge Trazyn, and Trazyn would once more be lord over all creation.

Smiling, Alice held up a hand, silencing the priests. "ja'Lir, there's a whorehouse in the Tall District. There, find the human with troll's blood. Tell her to give the elf the glass."

"To give the elf the glass?" Faithful as always, Ja'Lir knew not to question Alice's statements. When Alice spoke, it was as if the words had come from the mouth of Trazyn himself, and was to be treated as such. If he followed her words, they would lead the Blessed into an age of greater prosperity, they always did. Without her wisdom they would all be doomed.

Alice gave a small confirmatory nod, and watched as her loyal guard walked out the door. He would do as she had asked, she knew that much, and she already knew that the trollkin would concede. The vision she had received was a beautiful one, where the Blessed would spread their Gifts to all of Areopolis, and that those who suffered would accept it.

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Several miles to the North a great wyvern walked. Massive thrice-clawed feet dug deep gouges into the stone. The light of day reflected off of it's sleek, scaled form, it's wings unfolding as it stretched. Bones snapped beneath it's tread, as it carefully licked the blood from it's side, reptilian eyes darting around. Flames burned around it, among the heaps of piled stones and corpses, those that had been too mangled or burnt to eat. It's head rose, as it stared into the distance, towards the great city of Areapolis, smoke rising from the hundreds of houses within. As it stepped through the remains of the village, it felt it's hunger yet to be stilled. It snorted, noxious fumes rising in the warm daylight, a long tongue running across the double row of serrated teeth.

It's great wings unfurled, slightly translucent green membranes stretching out, cleaned of the blood that had stained them, arrows almost carefully removed. With a great beat, the body of the great beast rose, inherent magic strengthening the beat and lightening the body, lifting it off the ground. High into the sky rose the wyvern, leaving behind it the scene of it's last meal.


[System]
Age: 27

Appearance(s):

When you were turned: Not Yet, although recent enthralled.

Weapons:
SOLIDER Standard Issue Beretta M92-FS

(Future) Powers:

Gift of Blood
Once fully initiated into the ranks of the vampire, Lucan gains enhanced strength, speed and stamina than that of the normal human. Although it also leaves him with a strong craving for blood which he has yet to learn to control properly. As such without a ready supply of blood, Lucan loses control and falls prey to the more animalistic instincts of a hunter.

Enthralled
While enthralled, Lucan;s mind, emotions and beliefs are rather plastic to his sire. His dedication is solely to the sire, serving his wishes obediently without question. Being without the sire does nauseate him and eventually complete deprivation will turn him into a feral soul, without any form of self-thought but to rely on their true nature.

Personality: A mild-mannered boy, Lucan is hardly the stand-up solider one expects from SOLIDER. Rather a passive, submissive individual who prefers work behind the desk, and sipping his hot teas. But of course, with every person, there are two sides, the outer countenance which people know you as, and the one buried deep inside. The true spirit, the nature of the man himself: vicious, driven and cruel. well-groomed manners and soft-spoken words suppressing the need to be on top. The dominating tendencies which make a sadist proud with dark fantasies lie within this otherwise cosmopolite. For with all the benefits of productivity and dedication in a model desk-agent, so too are psychopaths in their belief of being shortchanged, and they will stop at nothing to right this moral injustice.

Bio:

What do you fight for?
Do you fight for humanity to be protected from the vampires?
Did you have someone important to you die, take from you by the fanged vermin?
A parent? A sibling? A child? A friend? A lover? Who was it that died and began your thirst?
For Lucan it was his older brother, Mitchell. A man he looked up to and admired, confiding his secrets to in hushed whispers. For a brother was closer than a friend, and far less judgmental than a parent, it was in Mitchell did Lucan find his refuge. To bear through the difficult times and challenges he faced, they were inseparable as close brothers were. But enough reminiscence, Mitchell died, after being executed as a vampire by freelance hunters.

It was a tragedy then, but this was the reason why Lucan joined SOLIDER. Not to protect the humans from the vampires, but rather to protect the vampires from the humans. Yes, not many share his views, but vampires were once humans too. Just like them, and deserve to live too. One could say he was too much a proponent of vampire-human interactions. Perhaps he was too fascinated by them, and for all intensive purposes, perhaps would be unfit for field duty should he hesitate to kill a vampire. For when Lucan analyzes it, humans can turn into vampires, but vampires can only be killed. That is their solution to the vampire problem, but vampires need humans to survive, thus it is the vampires who need protection and advocacy, not the humans.

[User] "What, exactly, are Mister Jones' crimes? I'm all for justice and protecting the innocent, but what have either of these people actually done?" Mattias had been doing his best to ignore the forced mouth on mouth contact that just went on, as that sort of thing had never really been his forte. "Also, why are they sending in just us to deal with this mission, seeing as how your group's last foray into nightclubs ended in disaster. You may have gained a werewolf but you're down down a vampire." The whole thing really did seem strange to Mattias. Is this how Soldier handled all of it's operations? And if so, why not send in a fresh group and not one already weary? Did the organization have it out against these individuals for some reason? Or was Soldier so understaffed that this set of operatives was the only one available? Neither prospect was entirely appeasing.

[Assistant]
Deon Erickson

Deon was soon met by Mr. Jones. He greeted him very formally. And the fact that Jones knew who he was confirmed he knew things that many mortals didn't. Generally the only people that knew him were apart the vampire community, people he has turned, people he has threatened to kill, and people he has killed. Though the dead ones don't talk. Though he soon mentioned about him bringing the feds on him. he responded with a laugh. "My, you can't believe I am the one who brought them here? I've been out of commission for about ten years now." He patted the well dressed mortal on the shoulder. "If the fed is here, they are here for you or someone with connections to you. And until just now, I was not on that list." He let go as the secrete tunnel was revealed. Mr. Jones wanted him out fast, and with reason. Deon was well known for causing troubles that many didn't want to be apart of. That and killing some government agents in someone's business is a poor first impression.

Jones's assistant went down into a trap door that smelled rot, decay, and poor foundation work. Deon followed the assistant for a bit, but before submerging himself into the tunnel he stopped and faced Mr. Jones. "I may be what caused the Feds to decide to enter the place. But I wasn't the one that brought them here. So be ready for anything. I still need to chat before mortality catches up with you." Deon Erickson continued down the tunnel, though instead of following the assistant once they were further down he split off. He never liked being close to people. Mortals especially.

Once outside Erickson could still smell the foul stench of the city. The only reasons Deon tolerates the city are easy pickings, easy connections, and easy moral crushers. But when he came upon the surface Deon spotted something that he wasn't expecting. Soldier. It was easy to tell it was them. A watch van was parked outside the club, it could have been FBI, but with the amount of bodies inside of it there had to be a raiding party inside of it. Groups like the local police or FBI generally use marked vans.

Deon had a few thoughts for how the next few moments could play out. His favorite was him walking up to the van like an old western cowboy, dropping his trench coat revealing his sawed off M14s, and lighting up the van forcing who ever survived the initial blasts to come out into the open. The survivors he would pick off using his blade primarily, if need be his magnum for well he was too occupied, and for the hell of it leaving one alive to send a message. But he didn't do any of that. Instead, he left the sights of the van before he could be spotted and waiting for when the time was right. Because tonight was not the end of humanity. As far as the mortals were concerned, they still had plenty of time before they were set as cattle.

Kathryn Miller

Kathryn, still weak but functional worked her way to the edge of the country in hopes to leave the island. With all the activity she didn't want to draw unwanted attention and be stuck in England. Mainland Europe could work if she could get there fast enough. It was almost dawn when she reached the docks, the captain of a large fishing vessel had agreed to take her to the mainland in exchange for funds Kathryn obtained from some of the corpses from the nightclub fight.

Though arriving at the docks she found her ship. What she didn't expect to find was an old man wearing an old and worn combat jacket. He was wearing a gas mask while standing on the ship's dock. In his hand was a .357 revolver, similar to the one she had learned to shoot when she was a kid. In the man's other hand was a blade that screamed death as he let it swing back and forward with the calm breeze. She was scared of this man, not because of his current appearance, but because she knew him. She could never forget the man. "Daddy?" She asked, hoping she was wrong. The man didn't respond. But she could hear his heart beat change pace as she spoke. She could hear his breathing intensify as he tightened the grip of his weapons.

Kathryn attempted to speak again. "Daddy don't-" She was cut off by the man's screams. "Don't you dare call me your father after what you did! Don't you fucking dare!" Kathryn was quiet, unsure what to do or say about him now. "You lost that right thirteen years ago. Thirteen years to the date as of three weeks ago." his voice was partially muffled by the gas mask, though he spoke boldly enough that that she would be able to hear him fine even if she was a human. "Daddy, plea-" She was cut off by his screams, and him raising the revolver to her. "What did I just say?! You don't get to call me that anymore! You killed them and now..." He pulled back the hammer, the sights of the revolver locked onto Kathryn. "I am going to kill you." He pulled the trigger, sending the anti-material bullet towards her head.

If Kathryn had been at full strength she could have dodged the bullet the second he pulled the trigger. Hanks reflexes were slower then the last time the two had met face to face. But she wasn't. When the bullet fired she ducked the bullet missing her by a sliver. She scrambled to her feet as Hank fired another bullet, giving chase to his former daughter.

[User] Sonja decided to explain the situation alittle more to Mattias. He probably had never heard of either of them due to him being outside of SOLDIER."Mr Jones is a ruthless crime lord. He sells just about everything illegal but most importantly information. We heard hes been giving information to Vampires. Not just any Vampires, but ones that want to break the Blood Compact. As for Deon Erickson. He's well renowned in SOLDIER for being a killer. During the Nightwars he slaughtered many of our top agents. From what Katya has told me, She and Allison are the only survivors from the Original task force. He killed a general aswell. Hes on our top 10 kill list. so if you see him. Put that sick fuck down"

[Assistant] Mattias nodded. These were the kinds of people he was interested in taking down. "Alright the-" The werewolf began to sniff at the air fervently, before stopping just as quickly. "Your Deon has left the building, I think. It would be wise to go after him now, if you want to take him out." It was hard to pick out what he believed was Deon's scent next to that club, which was full of all sorts of smells. "Really though. We need to act quickly before this mission ends up being a bust. We can handle some mortal crime lord and a blood sucker." He had no idea if they could handle some mortal crime lord and a blood sucker.

[User]
Sonja nodded and grabbed her M60 of the rack on the wall. "AGENTS, THE CLOCK IS TICKING. LETS MOVEOUT". Katya and Ashley both suddenly forgot what had just happened and put it aside in favour of their mission. The door at the back of the truck swung open the three women jumped out, armed to the teeth.

Sonja made her way to the back entrance with Roman, while Ashley and Katya went to the front entrance and waited for their squad mates so they could breach and take both Mr Jones and Deon by surprise. That was the plan anyways.

[Assistant]
Awake.
Back into the field of light.
Blow back the world of darkness.
And return to us once more.

A laptop quickly discarded, thrown away as the explosion called him back. Running to the debris, Agent Quinn had rushed towards the scene as if a field agent himself. Years behind a desk kept him busy, although his own bashful nature kept him from effectively working the field. Something his superiors always said he hadn't the balls for. Truth be told, he enjoyed his work behind the scenes, despite the regimental training of field officers he subject himself to anyways. Knowing how to handle a field operation did help in assisting those on the ground with layouts and ops as he knew what they would want to hear. That being said, this was the first time he was thrust into such a situation. And his heart was racing.

Scrap Metal, shattered glass, and searing flames. Smoke filled his lungs, wafting though the burning fuel as the lights of local police and sirens began to whirl. Only two local officers were there, accessing the situation, at which a quick flash of his credentials let him in between the two confused law enforcement agents. This was SOLIDER vehicle, transporting a vampire SOLIDER agent, and since he was the closest agent on the ground, Agent Quinn had jurisdiction to check the body. Coughing through the smoke, and bending down to crawl through the shattered window to check on the agent he just saw moments ago before he stepped into the exploding vessel.

"Agent Varomere?" His voice calling out like a hand in the shadows which gripped Mithias' consciousness. Hands undoing the buckle, carefully cradling his neck to check for whiplash damage, before dragging out the vampire lord's body from the overturned sedan. Injuries were apparent, but certainly nothing a vampire could heal from in time, yet Agent Quinn was far more concerned for the survivability of Mithias as to have his assigned field officer die returning from assignment? Well that would certainly be a terrible report to have to write, especially Mithias. Yet blood was everywhere, the blood on his hands as he pulled Mithias through. He could not risk it, and whatever the case, it had to be done. Tearing apart the shirt, and beginning the compressions. They still bled right? Their hearts still needed to work? Even vampires had to breathe right? "Please don't die on me sir... Please..."

And yet in the rush of it all, with adrenaline stronger than thoughts it had happened. An innocent moment where blood was consumed. Agent Quinn was now under the spell, marked to be enthralled by Mithias, slowly every so slowly as the blood ate away at his will. With each pump, he felt himself dying a little, and with each exchange he lived again. The Red-headed desk agent was now Mithias' personal assistant, even beyond the roles they played in Solider. A vassal to the master, one who had dropped everything to run back to him and make sure he was alive, and by doing so sealed his own fate.

Who was it that rigged the sedan to explode? No chance that MI6 would have done so fast, and certainly Solider would have checked the vehicle for safety... The laptop was still there, on the floor where Agent Quinn had set it. And should he desire to find out who set the explosion, all he had to do was look into Mithias' files. Of which were now restricted.

Awaken Mithias.
Your blood mixed into his.
Your new child attempts to bring you back to life.


[System]
Archeon: Ice

Archeon Weapon:

Age: ??? (Visually youthful)

Appearance:

Personality: Kept, sweet, ultimately the friendliest person one can meet. However, she's very traditional and curtsies when polite. She's the type of girl you'd want to be your housewife. She has just a touch of cruelty though in times of trial, which can feel unusual in the moment.

Bio: Born in ancient greece, she was a hand maiden onboard trade ships. She lived a healthy life and was in fact married to a gentleman on board the ship she worked on. She was ultimately very happy and led a simple life.

Special gear: None

[User]
Ice - Docia - Meeting Chamber

A set of bright blue eyes set agaze on Aella. Docia's eyebrow raised when it came to meditation, curious as to her process. She fidgeted once in her seat and leaned back with her milky white hands in her lap. With a glance to Jacky, she responded to Aella as the others left. In her experience with the powers of the Archon, she has yet to find peaceful meditation with Taurus the Silent.

"parakaló pigaínete sto-" She paused, and took a shallow breath before resetting, "Please go on. I'll join." Docia spoke with mellowness. "What steps do we take?". The Ta in take was heavily pronounced, as per her accent. She felt self conscious about the accent, knowing full well she spoke with such clumsiness.

Her gaze shifted to the leaving members who were uninterested in meditation, and she tried to remember the way they walked. With haste, she returned to a soft and easy eye contact with Aella. √

[Assistant]
Archon of Darkness

Eyes peeled to the sides of his face, the whites tainted red by the narcotic. A piercing gaze met Talay-a', and steam hissed from his mask as he decided to take it off. "I only know the cleaver." Gideon turned to face her, mask in hand and his weapon held in the other by its chain.

"This is a lonesome trainin-" Gideon blinked, and then there they were. Similar to that of the bedrooms, the training room provided whatever its user needed to train. "oh. Seems it does what the bedrooms do." Gideon placed on his mask once more with a hiss. With his voice now masked by the filter, he spoke with passion, "You could watch. I get kindled by this.". For Gideon viewed his aggression like an art form. 'Kindled..' Eredos hushed as Gideon's mind summoned a Brothen for the training room. His blood began to boil.
The Brothen is a fleshly like mole that is roughly the size of a cow and is able to burrow quickly through the hardest of surfaces with a jagged mouth that resembled the front end (or back end) of a worm. These creatures were also vicious.

The Brothen remained in the corner of the stunningly clean training room, and it seemed calm. It hadn't had noticed the pair and it was just nosing around the environment, as Gideon remembers they do.
The Brothen turned to fight: youtube.com/watch?v=hoHxYnqdSR4
The leathery creature growled deep, and it started inching closer. Its violence apparent to Gideon. His teeth grit, moving away from Telay-a for space. Eredos cackled in his ear, always giddy with giddyeon to see him combat so early in his training.
A deep roar from the Brothen, and then it charged. Its beady black eyes meeting Gideon's blue ones.
The chain dragged and the cleaver followed as Gideon recoiled the weapon sideways like a whip. The metal clanked and slapped against itself with a piercing cling.
 Steam hissed from his respirator and the whip moved like a ribbon in air. The Brothen lept back at the sudden strike, and continued its onslaught hastily. That long iron whip, the blade of the once cleaver seperated into several somewhat blunt metal edges. The chain that connected the pieces was hiding behind the enveloping veins of blackness.

 The Brothen was now upon Gideon, and he was prepared. His boots were made of Brothen Hide that he hunted and skinned himself, meaning he knew the creature well. The whip had grinded along the surface of the ground and recoiled back into its one-piece cleaver form, where Gideon roared and swung across the jagged mouth of his enemy. Blood painted the floor of the room as if a red pen had broken across a fresh sheet of paper. Gideon stumbled slightly forward in his swing, but regained composure quickly. The Brothen slid forward with its charging inertia dragging its own limp corpse.

The blood and corpse vanished into dust, and then that diminished- leaving only fresh air. Gideon looked to Telay-a and with sweat on his brow he said, "Brothen's dead. What do you do?" He spoke gravely. Gideon's shadow danced in multiple directions unknowingly for a few moments before finding a spot and remaining still.

[User]
Etro The SeraphLocation: Temple of the Archons
Notes: Trapped in a prison of crystalThis, minus the sword.

Time flows with or without you. Stuck behind a glass prison, watching the world's tide rise and fall without you is an experience hard on one's sanity.

At the end of the last Struggle, as Etro has taken to calling them, everyone died. Thanatos, now aware the flow of time had been manipulated twice before, devised a plan to take advantage of the cracks that had formed. He filled them with death. His mission was to increase the flow of souls into the timeless void of Valhalla to cause irreparable damage to the multiverse, making time travel impossible. It worked, mostly. In the last shreds of time and space, the remaining Archons, ones of Time, Gravity, Crystal, and Sound, destroyed Valhalla in a desperate attempt to stop Thanatos's plan. Etro, having mercy on the souls that would be doomed to roam the multiverse, crystallized Valhalla with herself in it. The Archon of Time, knowing Valhalla's absence would remove the anchor necessary for time travel, pushed it through the cracks of time into another era before its absence had any effect.

Pockets of power broke off Valhalla on its trip through The Void, flying into neighboring Universes. Three entity's, once proponents of Thanatos, stumbled across Valhalla. Realizing the folly of their ways in the histories saved by crystal, they took the crystal world and tucked it away, hidden from the view of Tartarus, the realm of Thanatos. Chronus, Hermes, and Nephilis, once three servants of Death, became Guardians of Valhalla, now called the Temple of the Archons.

[Assistant]
Aella

Appearance: Aella stands at five foot three inches tall, and weighs about 110 pounds. Her body is covered in lean muscle, but she has a bit of a small fat on her stomach. Her silver locks reach down to her lower back, and she has bangs that just dust her high cheek bones. Her somewhat pale skin and pointed ears tell of her elvish blood. With piercing blue-grey eyes, some wonder if she could even see into souls, but she can't, even if she wanted to. Her hands are small and delicate looking, but with calluses on her palms and her nails chewed off short.

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Wings:

Actual armor:

Watching as a few other archons all but ignore her suggestion, Aella was about to give up and go off on her own, before she heard Docia speak up. She was confused at first at the weird language the other woman spoke, but was all too ready to answer the proposed question when she understood it. "It entails letting your mind completely fall still and once you've reached a state where your only focus is on your vital processes, your spirit guide can show you things. Or, well, at least in my experience with Sagittarius. But, it was only after I become an Archon that meditating did anything other than relax me. But, I don't know what your guide will do when you let them take over your mind to show you things," Aella explained, "A lot of meditation is finding what helps you calm your mind and getting to the point of which the entire world around you melts and you become one with the world around you. It really opens up your experiences to learn from and to listen to your guide."

"That's probably not going to help," Aella heard Sagittarius whispered in her head. The elf shook her head a bit before clarifying, "I can help you with tools to achieve the level of relaxation, but it's also a personal journey."

[User]
Talay-a Gunosh
Archon of Water, Princess of Atlantis

Talay-a watched in rapt fascination as Gideon fought the giant beast, how they danced in this deadly battle before Gideon slaughtered the creature. She was far enough away that she wasn't covered in blood, but a few drops spattered on her uncovered feet. She looked down and wiggled her toes before the blood turned to dust and the dust disappeared into nothing. She looked back up at Gideon, who had spoken something it took her a minute to process.

"Of course." Talay-a bowed her head, as she glanced around the room. She found a small pool in the corner, as well as a giant cat, now stalking Gideon. It was a Prowaser, one of the few mammals found on Atlantis in the highest mountain ranges. It was nearly blind and deaf, with absolutely no sense of smell but it could sense heat, which was why they were rare even on Atlantis, since most everyone was poikilothermic and didn't radiate heat like humans did, like Gideon does.

Talay-a rolled her blades as she stalked the beast, the world becoming clean and in focus as she concentrated on it. She waited for it to strike, and she didn't wait long before it pounced at them. She shoved the water from the pool in between them, quickly so it created a waterfall effect causing the cat to bounce off of it and to the side, where it stumbled before it regained it's balance. The cat snarled, focusing on Gideon once more as it charged but Talay-a intercepted once more by creating small concentrated pools of water beneath the cats feet, causing it to slip. It was almost comical how the cat skidded around before landing on it's stomach. That was when Talay-a made her move, pouncing on the Prowaser's back and stabbing it in the neck with both blades. It fought feebly for a few seconds before it slumped under her, and then turned into dust and then to nothingness.

Talay-a stood slowly as she sheathed her blades, before wiping her brow. She took several deep breaths, trying to slow her breathing. She wasn't used to fighting animals like that. Her battles were usually in the shadows with her enemies.

"Is that what you wanted to see?" Talay-a asked Gideon with a raised eyebrow.

[Assistant]
Archon of Darkness
Gideon's mask hissed in delight, a subtle smile edging from the side of the mask. You could see the brief moment of joy in his eyes before the pool appeared. A pool just off in the corner, like no other in the room before. Something has changed. Gideon's face bolted into a snarl.
 Talay-a was concentrating on something behind him.. She had the same look of a stalker, one who is so in the moment they remain timeless and full of intensity. Gideon paced forward, edging around himself but was unprepared for the pounce. A grunt, and then reflex. Gideon swung his cleaver through an undercut with such force it slipped from dirty hands and plummeted into the ceiling above and the chain hung down like an urban sixteen-foot vine.

The attack was unnecessary, and would've missed anyways. The water splashed aside, protecting the duster from the Prowaser. Her abilities were graceful in nature, and he was impressed to see that much water in one place. "Damn." He whispered. It sounded more like a deep growl.
His mask hissed as he moved up from sitting on the hard floor. After softly groaning he reached up to grab the chain and tugged. Like a spring resetting, the entirety of the blade zipped back into its stable form. He held that cleaver in front of his body in a fighting stance, watching the mammal during the time.

The cat slipped and died from an opening. 'What a opportunist' Eredos hissed
"Yeah." Gideon relaxed, now holding his weapon at his side. He paced forward to stand a distance across from her. His walk was hesitant, and curious. His gaze was fixated, and concerning. His boots ached and his smoke left was intoxicatingly strong smelling.
"The Opportunist." Gideon dubbed her out loud, calling it as he saw it. "That's you.". His shadow danced at the thought of her abilities in use more, like a dog's tail reflex.

"I liked the.." And he used his hands to indicate a gesture of a wave of water rolling off to the side.
"That. And I'm not used to much water. It is... refreshing.?" He smirked under the mask, finding himself funny.

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Ice - Docia - Meeting Room
"Well then, let's get on with it." Her voice grew bold, moving to sit straight instead of legs crossed. "What kind of tools did you have in mind?" Docia raised an eyebrow, not necessarily comfortable but rather curious with the 'tools'. "Can we do it at this very table?"
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She was thinking of time spent frozen underneath masses of water. Meditation may have been what she was born from, and maybe she can grow stronger with it as an aid in present time. Hopefully she can unlock further secrets about herself, and maybe see what everyone else has in store.


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Clan: Shima
Title: Halfling
Gender: Male
Age: 15

Race: Half-Oni
Weight: 90 lbs
Height: 4'10"

Appearance:

Occupation: Blacksmith

Notable Skills: His strength is unmatched by any human which only grows with his anger. He's fair good at running fast and climbing trees and rocky surfaces.

Magical Abilities: Can use his spirit energy as an extension of his body to an extent. Using it to pick up stuff isn't something he's learned and using it too much drains him until he eats or sleeps again.

Ki Techniques/powers: Manipulation of his own spirit and turning it into 'blue fire' energy, a trait shared with certain groups he tries to remove himself from. When he loses control of his temper his inner demon shows itself, advancing his features, increasing his strength and durability. Because of his Oni inheritance he has advanced healing, taking mere days over weeks to recover from injury.

Weapons: "Lion's Tooth" as pictured. A folded steel sword he crafted himself.

Other Gear: None.

Personality: Gin is a small, gentle young man who remains loyal to those he befriends. He goofs off sometimes and be fairly playful but can become serious and focused when he needs to be. He may act pleasant and human most of the time, but he may lose himself to his Oni side and become vicious and difficult to control. Despite not making friends with people not enjoying his company he hides his frustrations well, making excuses that he would have no skill if they didn't make time ignoring him.

Brief history: When he was a young boy he was found hiding in a tree by travellers, malnourished and filthy. The group saw what he was by his distinguishable pointed ears, red tint to parts of his skin and his red hair; however, they couldn't let a child die. It was thought best to take the child to someone to help teach him how to integrate himself into the human world and not with the brutish Onis, the best choice being the neutral Shima clan. With a family assigned to him, Gin found his niche in helping at the blacksmiths; however, the call for battle proved strong in Halfling Gin. He practised for many years in his spare time, learning the ways of the sword before crafting one himself to help balance his strength. Even if those around him didn't trust him because of his heritage he was determined to show he can help protect them from the growing aggressive climate Baji was falling under.

When the sacred relics were stolen away from the Shima clan, Gin knew he had to help take them back. They needed his strength to retrieve them. He had the strength of three warriors, three which would benefit the Shima clan by remaining on their defences. Offering himself as one of the travellers to gather the relics, disregarding his age and background.

Other:  Gin doesn't take a family name; people who took him in were his carers, not his family. Raw meat can be a difficult trigger for him to handle, the smell and sight of it making it hard to control his voracious nature from his Oni heritage. He can eat more than the average human. The symbol on his clothes is the blacksmith's marking which is stamped on everything made there, on his blade it can be found on the hilt.

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Things were starting to heat up and Baji was becoming more and more excited. Someone may have been waiting on them to arrive, even one was armed. The opportunity to meet their enemy, find out who's behalf they act on and deal a crushing blow to their operation if they truly were an enemy. Baji had hoped that these people were friendly though and able to help them all get further. He wasn't aware of any further aid being delivered after leaving so soon but it was a possibility. The Dog of Shima stretched out his arms and rolled his neck around in circles to loosen up his joints. This would be a group decision but he hoped everyone would see the opportunity ahead of them and move forward instead of going around to avoid conflict. Jiang Baji unsheathed his blade and pointed it forward to their destination.

"We should move forward. If they are waiting on us so patiently then we should happily oblige them. If they are friends then great, if they are enemies then even better. We beat them up, ask for information and move forward on our journey. I suggest we approach peacefully though." He then went over towards Gin and nudged him in the shoulder with his elbow to get his attention. "Hey, do you mind staying near our guide as we move forward? He may need some protection if these guys are looking to hurt us."

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The group Kenji had been traveling with was certainly not the regular kind. Though then again, they needed to be special since they were on a special mission. Its specialness increased when Metou the old Tengu used some magic involving plopping an eye into her empty eye socket which transformed her into a younger version of herself. She told everyone not to pry which and so no one did despite raising the entire group's curiosity.

Some time later, Jiang began a speech about taking other people's lives. Though he had a lot of good points, Kenji was sure that dealing death was more of a 'spur of the moment' thing than a well thought-out decision. If blood was to be shed, then it shall be shed though the Yang would prefer more peaceful outcomes, even if there was a war going on and much unrest was to be found in their journey.

Soon, Takumi the guide warned of multiple presences ahead of them. They wore unusual clothing and they could be the thieves behind the robbery of the Shima Clan's artifacts. Jiang certainly wanted to meet them and suggested to do so. Kenji thought there was little reason not to. "Agreed but we should still be careful. We do not know who they are and they are expecting us."

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Yuudai gave a curt nod to Takumi when he told her that they would be there rather soon, which was good because she was already getting hungry by this point. She did take note of the crows that their guide interacted with, clearly being connected with him in some way, though in what way she did not know. Still they apparently made for pretty good scouts given that they could relay news to their master, and it was lucky they that had done so, otherwise they may have been in real danger.

"I agree, they are either our first lead or Ru knew we were coming, either way let us meet them"

She was alright with Baji's little plan, after all it made sense and it was not like she saw the waiting group as any kind of threat, more so given that they were not even trying to hide. However she did not agree on one little thing "You coming Gin? We can be up front if you like." Taking her hands out of her pockets she started to move forward "You are free to stay back if you wish guide. If you want you can ask one of the others for protect as well." She was clearly not making her self a option for this as even now she was moving up, after all she was not one to waste other peoples or her own time.

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Tetsuya had no real idea how to move along with his search, only that he knew he had to. It stood to reason that someone in Ru had the information he was seeking, but actually coming across that person was going to be difficult. Stolen relics were hardly the things of common trade so anyone that had knowledge of it was probably less than reputable, and therefore most people wouldn't know of them. Its times like this he wouldn't mind having someone a little more... Knowledgeable of how the underground world worked, then perhaps he'd not be chasing ghosts. If he kept at it he was bound to stumble across something, but who knows how long that might take? When being quick about it was fair important he couldn't quite afford to wander about hoping to strike it lucky.

In the not too far distance the young Neko began to pick up an awful lot of voices, and if he wasn't mistaken the clatter of steel against stone as well. Marching troops? It sounded rhythmic so that made sense, but why were there troops moving? Was it Ru's own or was it something else? He had no personal claim in the matter but he was curious, enough so that he began to follow the sounds to try and see what it was. The swathes of people gathered along a main road was show enough of where the spectacle was, and Tetsuya had to pick his way through the crowds in order to get eyes on just what was happening. He'd expected perhaps one of the local nobility was passing through, or if he were so fortunate perhaps Lady Ru herself. What he found on the other sides of the crowd, however, was far from pleasing.

"Naji...?" Tetsuya whispered, frowning as he glanced over at the norimono. What was someone like her doing all the way out here? It was a bit odd that such an important person would show up like this, though he could hardly claim to know what went on between rulers. When the soldiers parted and the kitsune woman began to speak he couldn't help but feel a little war of what was happening. Just by nature he had to be cautious of strangers, it was basically required by his position as a guard to do so. While he may have no personal stake in Ru he did need these people's aid, and anything that might inhibit his search would be a problem. It would hardly work for him to ask them to leave, he wasn't nearly thick enough to even consider such a thing. But maybe their being here wasn't all bad, maybe he could work it to his advantage.

If the future Empress was seeking an audience with Lady Ru, and indeed she was, she was all but guaranteed to get it. Should Tetsuya be able to join the convoy then he'd surely reach the palace, and perhaps even be permitted an audience as well. Unless he had some serious claim himself to enter the palace grounds he didn't think it likely he'd see the Lady himself; Shima's badge may hold some weight, but with brigands and bandits roaming one could never be completely certain someone was who they said they were. Tetsuya decided then if he was to get in touch with Lady Ru then this was his best chance. Seeing no other option he broke rank in the crowd, stepping out to the road to confront the kitsune woman. Naturally the guards and soldiers around the area immediately went to their weapons, to which he only responded by putting his hands up defensively, trying to show he meant no harm.

"Relax, I'm not here to cause trouble, I only wish to make a request," Tetsuya explained, trying to sound far more authoritative than his youthful voice might allow. Relieved when the guards looked to ease up a bit he looked at the kitsune woman, smiling faintly before making a polite bow in her direction. "I'm seeking an audience with Lady Ru as well, on behalf of Lord Shima. If it's not too much trouble I'd like to join you and your Lady in visiting her." He didn't want to admit he was utterly lost and needed directions, there was a little bit of pride to be had after all.

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Despite his worries that something might happen, Gin was feeling pretty prepared and willing to try and show he could still fight. If he was to be an adventurer then he was going to have to get serious. He was going to be the best Half-Oni there was, even if there was another one in their group. He would stand up to these people up ahead if they dared threatened his group, if he could keep trying to be brave about it. This was hard even for him when he was supposed to have all the confidence in the world given what he was and what he was supposed to do. Holding his head up high as he walked he couldn't help but gasp when Jiang nudged his shoulder, giving it a rub as he gave him an annoyed look before looking away. "What? I thought that would be something you would want to do".

Feeling fairly confused about his decisions his eyes soon wandered away from Jiang before up to Yuudai, curious when she mentioned him by name. He didn't think she'd be comfortable with someone of his stature holding up the front along with her, given the fact she was of such a height difference that it'd probably look like a joke to their possible attackers. "What? You want me up front too?" he questioned her before smiling, showing off his sharp teeth, "I'm not going to stand back and let everything happen without me. I'm capable of protecting others!" Moving quickly to the front Gin held onto his cloak, keeping his strides fairly long so he could keep ahead of the others without falling behind his post.


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I am a mighty goblin... maybe.
Gender: Male

Appearance: Skrik's eyes and smile are more vicious than the average goblin. Combined with his lanky figure, red-gold eyes, and preference for very tight places, he is one creepy looking goblin, even among goblins.

Personality: Being betrayed by his best friend in his past life has had an effect on his thinking. He accepts the possibility of treachery and murder, unknowingly becoming more likely to kill other goblins as a result. However, he is still undecided as to whether or not he will be loyal to his own kind. He has a strong sense of need, knowing that everyone needs something and that the one who can provide what is needed has power over the one with the need. Thus, he will always seek to understand the motivation behind the actions of people and creatures. However, this does not help him with a deep seated loneliness that lurks deep within him.

He is also very visceral, being strongly influenced by his physical senses and susceptible to certain social forms of manipulation. He enjoys his food and drink more than most as well as the moment of the kill and the taste of fresh blood.

Past Life History: Studying to become a doctor while working with livestock on a farm can make for an inspiring story… so long as it doesn't end with your best friend luring your out into a fallow field to beat you to death with rebar because he thought you were looking at his girlfriend too closely.

Skill: Butcher's Insight: Heightened ability to find vital points, predict movement based on physiology, and get the most out of a carcass.

Other:

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Ghoul Gird  Adventure! > Just some harmless training /// Day 6 // Morning

Luz seemed to be distant for a moment, she seemed like she didn't quite understand what had happened to him or how it made him better. Her worry was apparent even if she tried to hide it. "I will not make you follow this path I have chosen. However, do not misunderstand my reasoning for this. I'm doing this for you, I'm doing this for them." Glancing off toward the stone church and then back to her, "I'm doing what I can to be stronger, to be better, to be more powerful. All of this, all of my choices and motives are all focused on protecting all of us from whatever may stand against us. That is something that I can promise you."

He didn't have much more time to do anything before the female put her fists up in a ready position, saying something about testing his new skills. She lunged at him swinging wildly at him. Honestly it briefly caught him off guard. His new skill [Deathly Movements] kept him protected. Somehow he knew or felt her movements and where they were coming from, this in turn allowed him to dodge some of the attacks she threw at him while most seemed to graze him. Only a few hit their mark.

Activating [Stone Skin] the ghoul attempted to hold his ground. Using what he knew about blocking with his unarmed fighting with the combination of [Stone Skin] and [Deathly Movements] to try and see if he couldn't improve his skills while she could do the same. A brief training session was always a good way to start off a morning hunt.

EXP: 0

Inventory: Purple Book

Clothing: Alpha rabbit loin cloth, Medium bone and spider silk armor, Old Goblin Healer Skull named Gobta,

Weapons: Sharp Bite, Claws,

Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer, Sharp Bite, Knowledge of the 3, Unarmed Combat: beginner, Rookie camouflage, bloody strike, Grave keepers Spirit, Silk Spinning, Stone Skin, Deathly movements, Dead whispers,

Titles:

Blessings: Blessings of the dead, Devils luck,

Current Injuries:

Curses:

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Argos listened to the new goblins tale which he now knows is named greedy. It sounded like whoever he was following was a moron. He then sighed and said "well unless they were smart which I'm honestly doubting then they are probably dead by now. Wolves are no easy prey and they become practically unstoppable to us gonlins in a pack. I'm not trying to be mean I'm just preparing you for the worst. Though if you going to stay then you are going to pull your own weight" he said simply. It wouldn't be so bad for him to have a partner at least for when the trolls end up getting them whatever food they ask for. Hunting alone was a pain and way to dangerous alone and he could acknowledge that much.

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The goblins were duking it out together as they sparred gird could feel his mind altering as he moved with more precision. He would soon found out that he had combined his stone skin with his deathly movements and was able to create a new fighting stance. He had just create Stone Wind Stance this stance allowed him to move with fluid motions while still having a strong defence to handle any blows that tried to hit him. He would now be tougher to beat in an unarmed fight.

"you as well little hob" he responded to the goblin saying that may the goddess protect him. He then went back to his spot and got cozy as the animals came around him once more once the goblin had left. As the hobgoblin ran off to find food he would soon hear the familiar growling of a wolf nearby. It turned out that a single wolf had gone hutning and had killed a horned rabbit. It was currently busy eating said rabbit and didn't notice the hobgoblin nearby...

The goblin would soon see the rabbit looking up as if sensing something but if the gonlins stayed still then it simply went back to getting more berries. Clearly he had to keep his bloodlust in check or the rabbit would make a run for it. The goblin would soon notice that their weren't any trees nearby for him to climb so he would have to take his chance on a ground attack and hope for the best. The rabbit kept eating berries and kept working on getting some for it's den.

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Ogre Ren  The Beginnings Of a Forge/// Morning >> Noon // Day 6

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Carefully removing the book from the shelf, he tucked it into the 'belt' of his new garb; where it fit snugly. Standing with a grunt, Ren stretched himself as he beckoned his wolf to follow, it was time he get to work on creating his workshop. Nodding to the Goblin Elder as he picked up his massive sword, the Ogre headed back to the Shrine of Gatoven. Without so much as a word he went to work, finding a large rock, nearly as big as Ren himself. It would do perfectly as a smelter. Activating [Stoneskin], he proceeded to hollow out the inside of the rock with his fists, taking great care not to break the large stone in the process. After hollowing out a little under three quarters of the massive rock, Ren carefully lifted it, flipping it over to the other side; repeating the process, but leaving about a half inch of stone separating the two chambers. Taking a smaller rock, Ren created himself a crude chisel, in turn using that chisel to create a channel leading out from the upper chamber, to allow smelted metal to flow into casts. Next, he carefully chiseled out a small exhaust port for the lower chamber of the smelter, allowing smoke to be vented without losing too much heat. After careful inspection of his handiwork, Ren decided he was satisfied with his design, carefully lifting off the ground, and bringing it to his camp at the shrine, and placing a stone slab beneath it, as to not allow the fire to catch the rest of his future workshop. Now that he'd made a smelter, all he needed was the forge itself. Using the same technique he'd created the smelter with, Ren broke down many sizable rocks into stone bricks.

Though it was a time consuming task, Ren finally completed his forge. Yet, even with his great success-- he could tell something was missing. Something important. It was the item he had witnessed the forgefather do all the hitting of the metal on; the very centerpiece of his workshop! He needed to make one! But the only metal Ren could use to create the final piece was that of the shrine itself! However the Ogre was understandably hesitant to do this. After countless minutes of consideration, Ren knew what he needed to do, he would use the shrine to make the special piece, and that would be the new shrine. But first, he would need to find a flame worthy of shaping such a monument to the god of steel. Kneeling before his wolf, scraping a bit of steel from the shrine; just enough to spread like a powder, Ren adorned his Wolf's forehead with the crude image of Gatoven's hammer, finally giving his companion a name, "I dub thee Ferrus, and baptize ye in the name of the forgefather, may his grace bless you as it has myself."

Rising once more, Ren took Ferrus out to hunt, in search of the finest flame. The Ogre wouldn't dare ask his god for guidance until after this new monument was complete, so he'd need to find what he needed on his own.

EXP: 0

Inventory: Wolfblade, Needle, thin rope, bark disguise helm, Alpha hood, Wolf pelt loincloth

Acquired Skills:* Defensive strike: this goblin has learned that the best offence is a good defence. This goblin is able to take a defensive posture and still make a powerful strike either in the hopes of killing said opponent or to run away easier
* Military Strategy- Centurian position: The goblins have unknowingly used a formation of perfect defense and defensive strikes. This position when used in a funnel or with a group can wreak devastation to the enemy forces
* Gravekeepers spirit: All goblins are able to feel the strength of those that have long since passed. When near a dead body or a skeleton the goblins are able to draw strength without the requirement of being necromancers. Even carrying a skull as an adornment allows the goblins to be stronger, faster, lighter as they draw strength. However, drawing all the strength of a certain dead body or their parts will cause it to disintegrate into dust.
* Knowledge of the 3: Knowing the names of the god and goddesses of the world they live in they can now properly worship them. Ramos god of light and the sun, Duvelna goddess of death and the night, Shirila the goddess of the earth and nature.
* Pack Leader: With the blood of an alpha on the goblins hands, he has proven he could fight in a pack. Now if a pack of wolves appears without an alpha he can assert his dominance and take over. However, this has a high chance of failing as well, can be upgraded until all wolves fall under the goblins control
* Stoneskin: stone skin is an active ability that can be triggered to increase defense dramatically making ones very skin harder to cut or penetrate. Can be upgraded to steel skin for increased protection
* Unique ability: Gained great strength and higher resistance to melee attacks. If parried correctly the steel arm could break weaker weapons with ease
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Titles:

Blessings: Son of the forge father,

Curses:

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Skrik observed that the rabbit was skittish. It might be a big target but it still valued its survival and with all that fat it probably didn't need to eat desperately enough to fight over it. He calmed his mind, focusing on expanding his awareness while staying focused on the horned rabbit. His Butcher's Insight would help him predict the beast's movements and land a good hit, as would his Pierce skill. He held his Short Spear in his left hand to keep it off the ground and away from things that might make sound. In his right, he readied a Poisoned Light Javelin.

His target was the center of mass of the horned rabbit. He hurled the javelin while keeping his movements silent and used the follow through motion to carry his right hand to join his left on the short spear's shaft. He would be ready with both hands on the weapon if the javelin was not enough to bring down the larger rabbit.

He did have one lingering concern. He had tried to place himself between the rabbit and its den. But, that meant that anything in its den would be behind him. He would have to focus his vision on the prey in front of him and trust his ears to detect anything that might come from another direction.

EXP: 8

Inventory: (Numbing) Poison Rock Knife, Cloth Wristbands, Cloth Neckband, Tight Loincloth, Crude harness, Rabbit hide pouch, 1 wooden short spear, 3 (Numbing) Poison light javelins,.

Treehouse Camp: 1 Stout sapling, 7 (Numbing) Poison light javelins, 2 (Numbing) Poison practice javelins, rabbit bones (2 sets, lacking skulls), leaf pouch of wood shavings, 30 smooth pebbles

Starting Skill: Butcher's Insight [Heightened ability to find vital points, predict movement based on physiology, and get the most out of a carcass.]
Acquired Skills:
Slash (claws)= The goblin has learned how to use his sharper nails to create a slashing attack making it effective in rending flesh. Has no effect on armor; can be upgraded
Pierce (weapon)= The goblin has learned to pinpoint a spot on an enemy and use a sharp weapon to strike hard at it. This allows the goblin to strike a deadly blow with any sharp weapon and when upgraded can pierce through weapons and armor.

Titles:

Blessings:

Curses:

-Flint from starting cave.
-Horned Rabbits from local area near berries, just a bit upriver from Tree Camp
-Sand from around the pond
-Prism crystals from bottom of pond
-Fist sized rocks from the river

Crafting goal list:
-Rock jars with wood stoppers sealed with "wax" (drill hole partway through round rock)
-Flint tipped spears
-Flint knife (hide wrapped grip for better use)
-Horn tipped javelins
-flint throwing stones (kunai)
-Meditation crystal array (prism crystals arranged around a candle to help him focus on magic training)
-Drill (spinning stick with grains of sand to grind a hole)
-Fire starting set (two sticks and a wad of tinder)
-Fire place (Ground level near base of Tree Camp)

-Pool Contents
-Flow of 'strength' through web of life (Magic 101)
-Balance between living and dead (Religion 101)
-Small game trapping (Snares)
-Large game trapping (Claw, Jaw, Pit, Tree traps)
-Properties of Numbing Oil
-Poisonous plants and secondary properties
-Stone Shaping (Knapping)
-Woodworking
-Rope Making
-Fire (How to: Make, maintain, strengthen, weaken, store, and focus, as well as a behavioral analysis)