[System]
Alias
The Suit

Age
19

Gender
 Male

Species Human

Stan weighs in at 120 pounds, a little below average for someone of his age. He's 5'9, but seems much taller when you're having a conversation with someone of his social standing. Stan has lean muscles that are deceptively hidden beneath his suit jackets, dress shirts and slacks. He prefers to wear suits at all times, except for sleep. Most of them have a lack of color, ranging from white to black.

Personality
Stan is extremely depressed. After he murdered his father, he's spent all this time repenting for his sin. He payed off the police force to ignore the murder and so he hunts for anyone corrupt in both the Skyline and below. He can be very thoughtful and sympathetic but he's also able to flip the switch to intimidating and threatening in a second. He fears that no matter how much corruption his removes, the growing void he feels will never fill. The darkness he surrounds himself in threatens to consume him every day, and he has to keep himself helping others to persuade himself that he can be redeemed.

Power
Seer - Stan can see the future. Well, sorta. He can see all the possible timelines, without knowing which action could change and put them into a different timeline. Stan doesn't even know what timeline he's in, so he just goes by which are the most likely.

Downsides - Whenever Stan tries to see the future, he goes into a sort of trance for hours, exploring possibilities and it's very difficult for him to remove himself. Sustaining damage from others is usually the best way to do it.

Likes
Architecture
Coca Cola
Heavy Metal
Sketching
Books

Dislikes
His father
Candy
Caviar
Corrupt business men.

Skills
IQ - Stan has a genius-level intellect, allowing him to engineer new technology and finding the best way to keep his dead father's business afloat.

Boxing - Stan is a renowned lightweight boxer, despite barely anyone knowing about his skills in fighting. He keeps this to himself. With the crime surrounding the lower levels, he believes it will come in handy.

Stamina - Stan is a master of endurance. He knows how to keep his stamina up in fights or while exercising.

Handguns - Stan always brings his handgun with him to meetings with crime bosses and the corrupt. Normally, he gets his private security force to eliminate them but sometimes he finishes the deed.

Other
Stan snapped one night after a harsh beating, murdering his father and covering up the crime, bribing the police force until he could get away with it. He never meant to, but he couldn't control his anger. He now seeks justice.

He donates money to charities and people in need whenever he can afford it.

[User]
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Artemis's sleep finally comes to an end from the yelling outside the large garbage can he was currently residing in. With a sigh, which quickly turned into a coughing fit, Artemis carefully opens the lid to look outside. He was able to witness the exchange, which quickly turned into fighting, between Ji-eun and Scarlet/Ver'tiel.

"What?" He manages before coughing up a mouthful of yellowish phlegm which oozes out from his masks filtration grill, and leaks down his beak to dribble on his chest. He doesn't even bother wiping it up, just plans to get the hell away from the angry chicks.

Like a sickly rat Artemis crawls out from the garbage lid, and flops to the ground. Then manages to crawl away, unaware that he is heading towards the group of others watching the fight. With a clumsiness of a drunkard, he gathers himself up to his feet, and wipes away the bits of garbage sticking to his attire.

"What is going on?" He grumbles, which results in another coughing fit. Gradually he recovers his voice, and manages "I happened to like my sleeping arrangements, and wish not to be" A wretched rasp escapes his lips, before finishing with a groggled "disturbed." Artemis decides not to draw his guns, though he keeps one of his hand in imitation of holding his chest when in reality he is holding his the grip of his syringe pistol.

[Assistant]
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It hadn't reacted any further after no response was given, which didn't trouble the Assassin one bit. It watched as the fight left the area the rest of the group was at. By now, the Assassin would have probably completed the job with less collateral damage. Regardless, it'd do the Assassin well to record the interaction between the entity that possessed the body and the other two women. As it went to follow up the building, a random person had pulled himself out of a garbage bin, and wandered over.
"Interaction between an entity and two females. Outcome: Unkno-" The Assassin stopped as several numbers and letters flashed on its HUD, detailing a new hit, that was really close to its current position. An important target too, over twenty million credits for completion of the hit, one of the more rewarding ones, especially for a one-person hit.

Official from the Taidali Empire, name: Lenah Ki'Lenti, meeting in the 1st Quadrant of the Skyline District. Officialising a trade agreement between the Taidali Empire and the trade corporations of Ring City. You are to remove the Official before they complete signing, and you will be payed the twenty million credits after the job is complete.

Security personnel include:
* A dozen trained Taidali soldiers, supposedly apart of the Royal Guard of the Empire. Threat Level: Low.
* Two Taidali Defense Drones, both outfitted with state of the art tracking cannons. Threat Level: Low.
* A single unknown entity. Classification unknown. Threat Level: Unknown. Treat with caution.

Upon completing the read, the Assassin stopped his conversation, and immediately started climbing the building. It needed a fast way of getting to the Skylight District, and it needed it soon.

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HOURS LATER.
With a loud hum, the near silent hover-copter made its descent to the pad on the top of the Trade Corporations building, and touched down a couple seconds later. The large vehicle opened up, and its occupants exited. Over a dozen humanoid creatures, all of them standing between 5' and 6'5", with long tails protruding from the back of their attire, and long, digitigrade legs(like a cat or dog). Most of their faces were covered, however those that didn't sported gruff features, looking significantly sharper than a human, and seemed to have fur-like hair on the back of the head, whereas the faces themselves seemed smooth, almost as though they were moulded out of stone. Most of them were armed, of course, save three. Two pulled along a large container, and the last was a slightly shorter individual, wearing attire that looked almost like royalty. Two drones hovered behind the group, both sporting a single large silver cannon on their undersides, looking as threatening as the rest of the armed group. They moved their way towards the door to enter the building, and were met by the Trade Corporations own security detail, where they started verifying identification and other classified information. After a few slow minutes, the two groups shook hands, and made their way further inside the building, and began arrangements to complete the agreement.

The Official pulled aside a single soldier, and spoke to him in a hushed voice, in their own language.
"I've been notified that a target has been placed on my head, step up security. The price is... significant. We need to finish this and leave, as soon as possible."
"Will do ma'am, we'll cooperate with the TC's to figure out security, you won't be harmed, you have my word."
"Make sure of it lieutenant... make sure of it..."

And with that, pair returned to the rest of the officials, and once again began talking formalities and toasting to 'new friends'.

Oh how that was going to change.

[User]
Chris seemed to be a decent individual. At least for someone of the undercity, most of the people down here would either rob you, or be too starving to do all that much. This man was one of the few outliers. Their hands connected and she felt a large pain in her hand, she didn't react aside form a slight eye twitch. But unfortunately her fear was realized, when Chris's hand got some of her blood from the gash on her hand.

Maggy didn't like where this was going, the jig was probably up. But she didn't want to just attack this man, if he had any kind of weapon or ability, her wounds put her at a huge disadvantage. Even if he couldn't see them, he could hit one on accident and cause her to bleed, and she was running low on blood as it was.

Maggy tried playing it cool, avoiding showing signs of aggression. She was indeed considering doing something violent, but for now she was going to listen to him, see what his intent was. She slowly removed her mask, showing off her violet eye, she then tossed the mask off to the side and it dissipated mid air, crumbling into bright specs of dust. She didn't need to cover her face at this point, this man knew things.

Maggy didn't drop her disguise, just because he knew there was a disguise didn't mean he knew what was underneath. He knew she was an unknown, and she planned to stay that way. She wasn't sure how to deal with the situation. "You're almost spot on. Everything except the doctor, I do indeed have one. But I don't think you'll meet them." With that, Maggy grabbed Chris by the neck and pushed him against a wall. "I don't know who you are, but you will leave me alone now. My life is hard enough as it is without people like you snooping around. So if you know what's good for you, you won't follow me. You will also forget we ever met."

Maggy would then release Chris and back off. Limp making itself more clear as she slipped, having to catch herself. She growled and stood back up. She didn't feel her threat would be taken very seriously given her obvious state of weakness, but she still knew she'd be able to strangle the life out of an average person.

[Assistant]
Stan looked out of his penthouse window as the news played on his large 52 inch flat screen TV. The news reporter was going over the various crimes stopped by heroes. He turned in surprise when they began to talk about The Suit's actions. "Recently, a vigilante calling themselves 'The Suit' has taken matters into their own hands, eliminating corruption in the Skyline's elite. The police are launching an official investigation, but right now have no leads. They suspect someone in the lower levels who has gained access to the Skyline. Many CEOs and businessmen are fearing for their safety, but the police assure them that they are no threat. The only question is if anyone believes that." Stan let out a little chuckle. He chuckled, pulling out his walkie talkie. "Rodriguez. O'Brien. I need you both to accompany me to my meeting with Jonathan Granson. Bring pistols that you can keep hidden."

 Stan waited a bit until a reply crackled out from the walkie. "Yes sir." He clipped his handgun into its holster and smoothed back his hair. Stan straightened his tie and looked in the mirror. Heavy bags hung under his eyes. He ignored them and walked out of his room. When he met his guards outside, he gestured to the hovercar that waited for them all. He entered, putting on his gloves to prevent incrimination. The flight would be 30 minutes, and so he took that time to look into the future. In most of the timelines, Jonathan had four guards. Stan could easily dispatch all with his two guards, so long as they acted with the element of surprise.

 When they arrived, his guards had to slap him to get him out of his stupor. Stan had given him these instructions and was fine with it. They stepped onto the loading dock as the doors opened. Stan and his escorts stepped in. Stan waved at the four guards in the room with Jonathan. "I see you prepare well." Jonathan nodded. Stan was disgusted at the amount of women in skimpy clothing surrounding the short man and his greased back hair. However, he kept it under control. Jonathan nodded at Stan. "You always were like your father. A businessman at heart." Stan almost gagged, but calmed down. "You know Jonathan, I've received a disturbing amount of reports that you've been dealing with some...unsavory types. At first, I assured myself they were all rumors. But then I saw some security footage. You had, believe it or not, a large amount of drugs. And, color me surprised, but," Jonathan's eyes darted around now. He knew something was up. "You were selling it to people who were poor, who had no fun, and they had no choice but to buy your drugs. I just can't allow that, now can I?" Stan gestured to his guards, who quickly whipped out their pistols.

 They proceeded to execute every one of Jonathan's guards. Stan smirked at Jonathan. "W-Why are you doing this?" His grin disappeared. "I'm doing it for the people that can't." He threw a punch at Jonathan. Jonathan wasn't expecting it, and took the full force of the blow. He fell down, sobbing. "Please don't hurt me!" Stan looked around at the women who were cowering behind tables and couches. "Remember the name, but not the face. I am the Suit, and I will not stand for corruption in our city. If I hear a peep out of any of you about what I look like, I will hunt you down too. I am here to help. Remember this." A shot rang out that night. One hour later, all traces of conflict were gone, and Stan was a happy man. Until he had to hunt again the next night, that was.


[System]
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height and Weight: 6'5'', 200 lbs

Bounty: 0 Beli

Personality: TJ is a boisterous man that just as boisterously claims himself to be a gentleman. As such, he strives at all hours of the day to perfect his gentlemanly manners and abides by the gentleman's code of conduct. There are times, however, that he must painfully lay down his morals for the sake of achieving his dream. Such as when it comes to money. TJ is a shrewd businessman that sells his services for a high price. He may dislike having to negotiate in an ungentlemanly manner, but he tries not to let it bother him.

History: TJ was born and raised in Loguetown. He greatly admired the fry cook industry and worked himself up from a humble dishwasher to an ace cook over the course of several years. As a child, he was told stories of a fabled island filled with legendary and exquisite creatures no man had ever laid their tongue on. As he grew into an adult, he aspired to one day find this island- not just for discovery's sake, but to contribute to his larger goal of opening the greatest food service chain on the Grand Line. Originally he planned on working to save up more travel money, but the restaurant he worked in for most of his life recently bombed. Literally it blew up and left him jobless. Seeing it as a sign to get started, he has decided to become a pirate as a means for adventure.

Abilities:
-Boxing: As a gentleman, TJ is well versed in the basics of fisticuffs.
-Exquisite Grilled Cuisine: Being a former fry cook in a busy restaurant, TJ knows and is more than capable of making a variety of grill-related dishes on the fly.

Techniques: ---

Traits:* Big Meaty Claws - TJ's fists are, for a lack of a better word, meaty. They are thick and tough, allowing him to block and punch without damaging his precious hands. At least most of the time.

Inventory: A stainless steel spatula and a copy of "The Gentleman's Book of Etiquette."

[User]
The fisherman gave another tug, and hauled the net up out of the ocean as the sea salt stung his eyes. Wiping the tears away with one sun-browned hand, he gave a glance back towards the shoreline, now only a hop-skip-and-a-jump away. The trawler had been out all night, and had come back with a nice haul. Now he could finally head home, get a nice shower, a hot meal, and some much needed rest.

"HEEEEEEY MIIIIIISTEEEEEER!!"

He turned; was someone calling to him? Who could it be, out here on the water at such an early hour? Another night-fisher coming in?

No. It was a boy, in a dinghy. A...very fast dinghy. A very fast dinghy that was approaching more and more quickly, even though the boy had no oars, and in fact was clinging to the boat and leaning back, his legs rigid in front of him like a toboggan rider who was trying desperately to put his heels into the snow. A nervous smile plastered his face.

"DO YOU KNOW HOW TO MAKE REVERSE THRUST?"

"Reverse what?!" the man shouted, just before he ducked under the awning near his ship's cabin. The dinghy shot by like a bullet, the young man's screams doppler-ing into the distance. The fisherman could have sword he saw a...large hole of some kind, spewing rocket fire, coming right out of the youth's back!

"ME NEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIITHEEEEEEEEERRR!!"

And so Zehst Messerschmitt came to Loguetown, though not at all in the fashion one might have imagined. The rocket propelled dinghy hit the sand and kept going, its hull shedding timbers as it ramped up off a dune and sailed into the air. Zehst looked around in awe at all the houses--the villages back on the Gecko Islands hadn't been near this big--then remembered he was falling out of the sky at something like a hundred and twenty miles an hour.

He'd finally figured out how to make the rockets come out wherever and whenever he wanted. Now he had to figure out how to put on the brakes. He supposed he could always just...turn them off?

Of course, by the time he came to this conclusion--having crossed his legs and put one hand on his chin, nodding sagely--he had already plowed through a line of laundry, an extremely alarmed cat, and some poor old man's cabbage cart. With bits of vegetable and an angry cat clinging to his face, he looked up with a grin and snapped his fingers. The rocket was sucked back into his flesh with a "shwoop" sound, and the boat began to gradually slow down. Of course, by this time there wasn't much left of it save the seat that Zehst was sitting on. As the momentum began to die off the boy found himself spinning in circles, then ricocheting off an uneven cobblestone to crash through the wall of someone's shop.

"Aha-cough! It did--huck, hagh, ew cat hair--it did work! Zehst my man, you're two for two today!"

As the dust and wood chips cleared, Zehst stood up with the cat from before now held in his outstretched arms and several new, apparently unnoticed, scratchmarks turning his face into bloody hatchwork. He looked around the crash site and spotted several people and an old man. One of the big guys had a nose ring.

"Hey, uh...I don't suppose you guys know where I could get a new boat, do ya?" he asked, nervously throwing the cat over his shoulder. It let out a loud yeowl, then in the distance there was the sound of someone's garbage being scattered and glass breaking.

[Assistant]
Lucretia squinted her eyes, watching the sun slowly rise over the blue edge of the ocean. This was, most certainly, the earliest she had ever woken up in her life. She had chosen to wake up so early specifically to see the sunrise, as a sort of good-luck charm for her upcoming… endeavor? Her adventure? She still hadn't decided what to call it -- whatever it was, it was going to be something grand.

...That sun really was bright, wasn't it? Maybe she could have afforded to sleep in an hour or two, after all. Well, no time for regrets! Now was more the time for action! Now was also, perhaps more pressingly, the time to sneak away before her parents (or her sister…) woke up. She pulled her legs up, standing on the edge of Savaronitelle Manor's roof. For one last time, she surveyed the grounds, enjoying the feeling of superiority that standing on a tall object gave her.

"Ms. Lucretia? What are you doing up there?"

...Oh dear. Their butler had seen her. Lucretia scowled. Just her luck… "What business is it of yours?" she asked. "This is my parents' property, I can go wherever I please!"

The old manservant scratched his beard. "Of course it is, madam," he said, "But it's not like you to be up so early. Is something the matter?"

Lucretia's scowl faded, replaced with a certain hesitance. She paused a moment. "How did you even know I was up here? I was doing my best to be hidden…"

The butler pointed a gloved hand to the extended ladder that Lucretia had set up against the wall of the manor.

"Oh," Lucretia said.

Sighing a bit, she climbed down the ladder, turning to look at the butler. "Well? It's not a crime to be out this early, is it?"

"Er-- no, but-"

Lucretia smirked, sensing that she had the advantage. "Go back inside. I hate interruptions like this - you're spoiling my sunrise!"

The butler, nodded, sensing that his job could be on the line here, and hurried back inside without a word further. Lucretia watched him go inside, before looking back up at the manor. She had thought before that she might feel homesick - but she didn't. The only thing she felt right now was a steely resolve.

"...Hmph… when I come back here, you'll see."

Without another word, she turned away, walking out of the front gate of their mansion. She didn't look back… if only because she was distracted by the strange sight of a rocket-propelled dinghy flying through the air down in Loguetown proper.

And crashing. Into some building.

"...!"

Not wasting any time, Lucretia took off, running at full bore down the hill and into Loguetown - beelining straight for the crash site.

[User]
The patrons of the shop all stared flabbergasted at their new arrival, some looking back in disbelief at the hole where once stood solid wall.

Nose Ring, however, had quickly gone from stunned to beside himself. Stomping up to Zehst and forcibly prodding him with a long, bony finger.

"Where the HELL do you get off, interrupting our business!?" He said loudly, prodding Zehst with his finger at every enunciation. "This is the SECOND line of bullshit I've had to deal with in the past five minutes! Can't a guy shake down an old man in PEACE!?"

Meanwhile, along his walk through the city streets, Scabbard had come across the site of the grisly murder of a poor cabbage cart.

"....Woah, what?...."

 He slowly approached a nearby cabbage on the ground and picked it up, staring at it with tired, sad eyes.

"....Dude...." He quietly mused to himself mournfully as he took a bite out of it. "Who's got, like,...a veggie vendetta?...."

[Assistant]
A large, balding man with a curly mustache and a gut as round as a pig's let out a heavy sigh as he watched the sun rise over the town. He had his arms crossed and was seated on a crate of cabbages going by the label on the back side of it. There was a long, thoughtful pause after that, and he let the sun rise on his face before finally speaking. As he turned to his right, his expression softened just a bit as he stated, "I think it's a sign too, Teej."

Teodore Jay Dugrass was seated atop an empty barrel, his top-heavy physique and younger appearance contrasting with that of the older man. His expression lit up as the old man expressed his approval. "Right?!" He hopped off the barrel and looked back to his former boss with a grin, "It's gotta be a sign if this happens right when I'm considering leaving!"

The "this" in question refers to the charred remains of a restaurant laying behind the two. Hours prior, the once proud restaurant "Homme Gros" suffered an explosion by the hands of a newbie employee. How exactly they did it boggled everyone's mind, but containing the resulting fire and saving as much of the building as possible was more important then. Unfortunately, the fire was so severe, the only things that could be saved was the money made that day, a crate, and a barrel.

Flashing back to the present, the portly man let out a groan as he shifted in his seat. "Well, either way it's just as good for me too. I'm pretty sure running that restaurant was what made all my hair fall out." He chuckled as he rubbed at the noticeable bald patch on his scalp.

"Heh. A shame that it had to end like this, though," TJ sullenly replied as he looked back at the rubble.

"Bah. No use wallowing on your "dream resignation." We both know you wouldn't've left unless I closed up shop myself."

"True, true. In my defense, it would be unbecoming of a gentleman if I simply left at the peak of your business."

"Hah! You keep telling yourself that, Teej." The portly man got off his crate and hefted it up with a groan. "I'll figure out what to do from here. Maybe I can finally cash in on some insurance. Get me some easy retirement money." He chuckled again and looked back at TJ, giving him a confident smile, "You should get back home now. I bet you got some stuff to take care of before you set out. Good luck out on the sea, Teodore. You're gonna need it!" On that note, he finally turned back to the road and started walking away.

TJ wasn't going to just let his boss of seven years simply walk away without a word back from him, so gratefully he bowed his head and firmly shouted, "Thank you very much, Monsieur Pierre!"

And thus came an end to one chapter of TJ's life…

Wasting no time, TJ just started making his way back home. He decided to leave the barrel where it was, figuring if he needed it for whatever reason he could always just come back to it. For now, though, he had to pack! He had to get ready! He… probably should've asked for a business-starting loan from Monsieur Pierre, now that he thought about it, but what's done is done.

As he walked out from an alley he heard the sound of something sailing through the sky. Looking to the side, he saw something quickly approaching in the distance. Was that… a dinghy?? And… someone on it?? He noticed it to be an awfully dinged up dinghy the closer it came. That thought couldn't be entertained for long, however, and TJ let out quite the un(gentle)manly yelp as he recoiled back into the alley, just narrowly avoiding getting rammed full force by what was left of the hull.

"That nearly gave me a heart attack!" he thought. It took a few seconds for him to catch his breath, but when he did he peeked out from the alley. The dinghy was gone, but he noticed that it apparently rammed through a cabbage cart in its wake. Stepping out from the alley, he walked up to the remains of it and sighed. "What a waste…" he remarked.

Noticing someone else also inspecting the wreck, TJ turned his attention to them. He spied with his little eye something black-haired! Something with a huge sword! Something hORRIFICALLY BURNT AND SCARRED. Seeing Scabbard up close all of a sudden elicited his second un(gentle)manly yelp of the day.


[System]
Age: 21

Appearance:

Height: 5'8"

Weight: 160 lbs (a lot of muscle)

Bio:
The first thing Lena remembers was wandering around southern Europe. She later found out that her "birth" was around the year 1500 B.C.E. For years she wandered Europe, encountering a variety of people and learning many things she later considered necessary knowledge. Her first and longest stay was at a town near what is now Antalya, Turkey, where she met her first love. There, she was considered so beautiful that it was said a thousand ships would launch in her honor. The town was ravaged and destroyed, leaving Lena on her own again.

Years and year went by. Wars were fought, many she participated in, and lands are won and lost. Lena made her way from Europe to Asia, followed by South America, North America, Africa, and Europe again. As time passed, her stays were less lengthy and more spontaneous. One day, she would be in Japan learning the ways of the Samurais. The next week, she would be learning how to paint from wise China men. This earned her the name "Wanderer" in the eyes of immortals or those who knew of her.

Many famous women in myths and history were either Lena herself, or based off of her feats. However, as she "grew older", she found herself frequenting battlefields and famous events less often. Staying behind the scenes or in the shadows became the norm. The few people who saw her payed her no mind, especially during the times she wanted no trouble. If she didn't want to be seen, Lena would NEVER be seen by anyone. It was a gift.

Personality:
Lena has a cold air about her, most likely a side-effect from watching the world mature over thousands of years. Though she's met many, she prefers to be left to her own devices. This has resulted in a lack of long relationships throughout her time on earth, though there has been some. Many of her previous relationships were broken off before Lena could watch them die, and most never lasted more than a few years. The lack of solid human contact has, of course, taken its toll on her mental stability. However, for the most part, her mental health is on the good side, though there will be occasions in which she seems to be on the brink of insanity.

Lena's humor is dark and dry, but she does love a good pun. Her spare time is spent practicing her skills, though she does not need to, and learning new things. She loves to travel and is rarely in the same spot for more than a couple years, probably because she dislikes being tied to a single spot when she could be visiting other places. Also, Lena can be quite good at getting people under her feet. In other words, a LOT of people owe her.

Possessions:
-Lena is typically seen in dark, more conspicuous clothing, such as dark skinny jeans, hoodies, t-shirts, sweaters, boots, and coats. Currently, her favorite thing to wear is a pair of dark blue jeans, black combat boots, a gray shirt, and a black hoodie.
-She is in the possession of two fire vesitis crystals.
-A fancy mace to use in close combat
-A black M4A1
-Knife in her boot
-A black Heckler & Koch USP
-A sizable bank account (she's developed connections through favors)

Skills:
Despite being female, Lena has honed battle skills throughout the ages, from all over the world. She prefers not to participate in hand-to-hand combat, but if she had to choose, her favorite fighting style would be Krav Maga, mostly because it is so savage. She is skilled in many weapon types, both melee and ranged. Most of her skill lies in heavy weapons, such as her mace, or firearms. Her skills in using vesitis have developed far, and she can use the fire power of her two crystals very well.

Fast facts:
-One of her greatest fears is living until the end of the earth
-Lena has learned to play some instruments, her favorites being the gayageum and the guitar
-Her favorite food is just any kind of meat
-Her looks say different, but she can drink
-One habit she has is reaching for the closest weapon when surprised even a little

[User]
Evelyn

Evelyn walked through the airport, dressed in a simple set of black clothing, consisting of a sleeveless top that showed off her toned stomach, and a pair of skinny jeans that hugged ger long legs and butt firmly. She walkrd with the ease of someone who knee they were hot, evidenced by the men around her whose gazed followed her for a few seconds longer than normal. She walked over to the small group that had gathered, eyeing each of them up individually, not even hiding the fact that her stare seemed to strip off their clothing, and see what lay below.
"I'm assuming you're Oskar," she asked, nodding to the tall Scandinavian, "My name is Evelyn D'Amour. I received your letter."
She smirked a little at thr mention of the Bureau. Now that was something she didn't have to worry about. The good thing about her hobby was that many found it uncomfortable to talk about openly, so there were very few rumours about her. Just another reason she enjoyed it.

[Assistant]
Vladimir

As the sun rose, a body amongst the sheets tangled through two forms stirs. Slowly a woman sits up and inspects the man whom she managed to bed last night. As she gazes upon the sleeping form a pale grey eye slowly opens and looks at her. "good morning" The woman cracks a smile as the man known as Vladimir sits up, still groggy from sleep. "Morning Vlad." Vlad gets out of bed and starts pulling on clothes, to be specific a heather grey t shirt and tight dark jeans, as she watches. Once fully clothed he turns and looks at her. "Not that i am objecting to you being here...but why are you still here?' The woman tilts her head. "I wanted to be here when you awoke...a-" Before she could finish the sentence Vlad's dinosaur of a phone rings. He picks up. "Hello? What? oh...its not mine. How could I be so sure you ask? Because i am completely sterile. Nice try though, do try it on someone else who it is actually possible to produce a parasite with." A click is heard as he snaps the phone shut and watches as the woman dresses in a hurry and leaves. Vlad snorts, it would seem all the women he ends up with are similar.

Vladimir lightly makes coffee and starts about his day. However, this is soon interrupted by a doorbell ring. He sighs before getting up and seeing a postman with a letter. His eyes flick between the letter and the man as he grabs the letter, who even sends letters now a days. He nods to the postman as he closes his door. He opens and reads it.

His whole being goes cold at the threat of being known to the IBI. "Not again...never again" The whisper is soft and he clenches the letter. He inhales and exhales before unclenching and finishing the reading of the letter. So Seattle it is.

His day found him in one of his least favorite forms of traveling. A plane. Something about being in the air with his feet off the ground was unnerving. With his jaw clenched, eyes closed, and knuckles white from clenching the arm rests he feels he might be okay if no one talks to him. Of course, that was not fate. "Oh are you afraid of flying?" The irritating voice of the blonde sitting next to him pierces his forced meditation. "Only as much as you are afraid of your natural hair color" That shocked her into silence...good. The rest of the flight was uneventful thankfully.

He walks off of the metal bird to see a rather large man dislocating another man's shoulder. With an eyebrow raise he makes his way to the group around the large bear of a man, knowing full well his silent nature might make him unnoticed until they actually look behind them. "Why be subtle when the other guy was not? Believe that man brought the bad karma upon himself" As another woman introduces herself he sighs. He probably should do the same. "Vladimir." He felt nothing else needed to be added so he simply does not. The pirate boots are enough to prove everything about himself.

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Alex

"Chae-Seon?" She grinned. A long since forgotten name. She was certainly glad he remembered her after all these years though her heart pinged at the sudden remembrance of the name. Still, as if by some force of nature her memories remained as hazy as they'd always been but now she could faintly remember a distorted voice calling her name.

"This man troubles you? I will deal with him."

"Hmm?" Alex mumbled as Oskar offered her his help. Her heart warmed at the familiarity. Oskar had always been like a father to her for as long as she could remember, always taking care of her. As Oskar finished taking care of the brute, Alex looked over the horrified expression of the old woman as she rushed to what Alex assumed to be her son's side.

"We have much to speak of, Seon. Or should I call you Alex now?" Oskar asked her. She sat for a few seconds deliberating with herself.

"You know, I've been meaning to change my name. But for some reason hearing Seon causes my heart pain so Alex will do for now. You can help me choose a better name later." She told him, chuckling. She wanted desperately to rush up to him and wrap her arms around his neck in a familiar embrace but the addition of a rather loud fellow caused her to think twice. She'd just have to tackle Oskar later.

She laughed quietly to herself, remember how she first pronounced his name all those years ago.

Oshka

The look on his face still made her laugh even now. Alex stifled a giggle at the 'nordic man-bear' comment. However, she felt a bit defensive when he berated Oskar for defending her. "Hey. He's my nordic man-bear and he did nothing wrong." She told him, her brows furrowing at the loud newcomer. "Though you do stick out like a sore thumb, bud..." she added quietly in Oskar's direction. "And you!" She shouted, pointing at the haggard looking man who'd just arrived, "You're just as loud and oblivious as he is! If you're going to mention the Bureau, at least do so quietly." She shook her head at him and then grinned up at Oskar, as if looking for approval.

Evelyn D'Amour

Alex had known a lot of very attractive females in her profession, but she did have to admit that Evelyn took the cake. She pursed her lips as she looked Evelyn up and down, eyeing her while trying to not appear as if she was doing so like the many other people in the airport. She coughed as another walked up and defended Oskar, apparently having heard the haggard man's comment. "I like this one." She told the group, pointing towards Vlad.

Realizing that all of them but Oskar didn't know her name, Alex grinned and held her hands behind her back, rocking back and forth on the balls of her heels as she introduced herself, "Alexandra Walters, grand-daughter of Gregory Walters, at your service." And she regretted it as soon as she said it.

Shit...

She looked over at Oskar hoping very much so that he hadn't caught on to the meaning behind what she'd said. Since parting from him, she hadn't always been... well... good. She didn't want to disappoint Oskar and he probably knew about the old man's recent death even if he didn't know the details.

Besides... Oskar probably knew her parents and she didn't know how he'd feel about her basically denying them ever having existed in the first place. All they held for her were painful memories and so she had no need of them.

Maybe he won't care at all. Maybe I'm just over reacting.

Despite being nearly 200 years old, Alex still felt like a teenager who hadn't quite grown out of her insecurities, something she should probably find ways to fix and soon if she wanted to be as hard and cold as the lot of them.

Right? That was what she needed to do? Become hard and cold towards life.

HAH. As if.

Then, as if suddenly remembering what she'd wanted to do previously, Alex ran around Oskar and hopped up onto his back, wrapping her thin arms around his neck. "I missed you Oskar! How have you been?" She asked, grinning as she squeezed his neck.

[Assistant]
-Double Post of Doom-

Apologies.

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By the end of the flight, Lena was ready to tear her ears off. The last time she had been around this many people was over twenty years ago, and the change was quite a shock. Not only was everyone talking, but there were babies crying, children yelling, and music blaring from somewhere at the back of the plane.

What a bunch of ass holes.

Her headphones were not doing much to block the noise out, either. As soon as they touched down, she was out of her seat with her bags before the other passengers could even stand up.

She made her way through the airport with her head down and a single earbud in, hoping to avoid the larger crowds. It didn't take long for that plan to go south. They were probably among the loudest at the airport, and there were only five of them there. One of them was huge, both in height and brawn. The rest were a bit more average-looking, depending on your definition of average. If Lena had to take a guess, she would suppose that this is the group she was there to meet.

It took all of her willpower not to completely avoid them. After observing for a while, Lena begrudgingly joined the gathering without speaking. She arrived just in time to watch one of them, a girl, jump on the brawny one, with some sort of exclamation. Lena heard the name 'Oskar' and concluded that the big one was he.

"Should have known someone who would go by the name of 'Undying' would look like that." She mumbled, almost to herself.


[System]
Nickname: Queen Diamond

Age: Looks around 20 or so

Species: Will-o'-the-wisp, a subspecies of ghost

Appearance:

...with her skirt going all the way around, of course. And some stockings and panties.
...and minus the giant fire chandelier cage thing.

Personality: Melissa is, to be frank, not exactly sane. Sure, she's quite the lively and cheerful individual, but she has...problems. She's very, very possessive of those she holds near and dear to her heart, to the point where she'll actively strike out at anyone she fears will try to take her beloved away from her. However, she truly loves those that she says she does, she's just a bit...clingy. Don't put her love in jeopardy, and you'll be fine.

One other thing to note about Melissa is that she believes herself to be royalty, a queen, to be precise. As such, she uses it as an excuse to order around those she either doesn't particularly like, or considers to be of a lower status than her. Similarly, she has a bad habit of throwing rather nasty fits when she doesn't get what she wants. As was said earlier, Melissa has problems. Problems that need to be addressed and possibly fixed at some point, if that's even something that can be done.

Occupation: Self-Proclaimed Royalty

History: No one is sure where Melissa came from, exactly. Some have speculated that she is the ghost of a lonely village girl who dreamt of marrying and becoming royalty, while others believe that she was a spoiled princess from a far away land who died before meeting her true love.

The truth, however, is that Melissa is a normal ghost that appeared in a swamp one night with delusions of grandeur, and began traveling all over in hopes of finding a suitable partner to spend the rest of her days with. Thankfully, with the advent of the cultural exchange program, Melissa may finally find someone who will stay with her for as long as they both...well, maybe not live, seeing how Melissa is a ghost and whatnot. Let's just say that Melissa is excited to have the chance to be with someone who will hopefully become her partner and stay her partner.

House Shared With: Charles Urdien

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

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

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

[Assistant]
Aela Theraphos

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Assistant]
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Nick's House:

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

"Ahh.." She lowered her hands.

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

[User]
Faust Arzt

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Assistant]
He watched her as she watched the show. It was just a sort of comedy maybe? He never really was one to pay attention to any of these sort of things. Though he'd understood that people liked watching certain films, and maybe it was the dead that made it match up properly. He knew she mentioned how the others acted, how some thought they were better in terms of looks to her. It was in its own sense a sort of interesting way to see the others. To even note them as such was probably something she was brought into with her mind. Maybe a past monarch? That could be what she was once.

His thoughts where deterred by the sound of the kettle letting off it's steam. It's typical screech climbing as the hot air rose and pushed threw the hole without much issue. He pulled the kettle off before placing the hot water into a pre-made cup. The tea filling in it, as it changed the water's color to a light mix of orange. It wasn't something he drank for the most part. In fact he abhorred tea to begin with. But he kept it since people needed to have what they wanted at times. He had a range of friends all had different tastes and as such he would often have them come over and eat hang out. All the more normal stuff, ranging from juice which he enjoyed to the obvious tea. He picked up the tea cup, placing it on it's place before walking over and placing it before her.

He moved a few steps back before sitting down. He was in full cosplay now, which was fine. He didn't mind it and he was probably going to see about getting maybe a photo shoot done at some point today. He looked her over once more. Tracing her body as he pondered what he could get her to dress in maybe to join him. It wasn't something that would be provocative or anything. More on the lines of what would match up with his character at the moment.

"So you know, we will be getting a maid. The maid will take care of most of your needs. Merely need to ask them for things. They will also be cleaning the place and such too." He stated calmly, watching her. She had been boring for the most part to him. But this was only one aspect of anything. He needed to see maybe if there was more.

[User]
"Thank you, Charles, dear." With a smile, Melissa began drinking from the teacup that was placed before her. It was a particularly hot cup of tea, but that wasn't a problem at all. In fact, Melissa typically preferred warmer beverages over colder ones. Maybe it was the taste. Maybe it was the feel of it in her mouth. Whatever the case, all that mattered was that she was drinking something she enjoyed drinking.

"A maid?" Melissa repeated as she looked over at Charles, who was tracing her body at the moment. "Now, why would I need a maid when I have you, my dear?" She giggled, taking another sip of her tea and changing the channel. The movie she had just been watching was indeed good fun, but Melissa felt like she needed something different for right now. Something a bit more relatable.

The movie Melissa settled on was a fictional story, one done through stop-motion. It seemed to be set in a Victorian era village somewhere in Europe, and included a rather quirky assortment of characters, the two main ones being a normal human and an undead woman and title character. The two seemed to be fiances to each other, which made the decision to put the movie on all the more sensible to Melissa.

"What do you think, Charles, dear?" Melissa grinned, wrapping her arms around her host family. "Please, stay a while and watch the movie with me! It will be fun for both of us, I'm sure!~" She giggled, tightening her hug on Charles.


[System]
Desperado

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-------STATISTICS-------

-------MASTERIES-------

| VIT -- 16 | 50% | BLADES -- D
(-5 Accuracy / -1 Might)

| MGT -- 5 | 60% | POLEARMS -- E
(-15 Accuracy / -1 Might)

| SKI -- 8 | 45% | AXES/BLUNT -- E
(-20 Accuracy / -0 Might)

| SPD -- 6 | 30% | BOWS/RANGED -- E
(-20 Accuracy / -2 Might)

| SRT -- 1 | 25% | THEURGY -- N/A
(-20 Accuracy / -2 Might)

| MND -- 6 | 60% | MYSTICISM -- D
(-10 Accuracy/ -1 Might)

| LUK -- 7 | 30% |
Secondary Statistics

WGT -- 1
ACC -- 22
AVO -- 13 / 18-Buckler
RES -- 2
CRT -- 9
MVT - 6

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Traits:

- BURGLARY -- Can steal gear not currently equipped from an adjacent enemy unit. Provided your speed or skill is greater than theirs.
- CLEAN GETAWAY -- +1 Movement, may use remaining movement after opening a door, opening a chest, stealing or using an item.

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* Bronze Curved Blade

	+ MIGHT | 3 / 5
	+ ACCURACY | 80 / 117
	+ WEIGHT | 3
	+ CONDITION | 29/30
	+ RANGE | 1
	+ SPECIAL | +5% Crit Rate
	+ COST | 265

* Leather Armor

	+ DEFENSE | 2
	+ CONDITION | 20
	+ WEIGHT | 2
	+ SPECIAL | N/A
	+ COST | 125

* Seep -- 𒊮

	+ MIGHT | 1
	+ ACCURACY | 90
	+ WEIGHT | 3
	+ CONDITION | 10
	+ RANGE | 1-3
	+ SPECIAL | A wave of toxic wind rushes over and chokes a target. (50+MND% - Defender's RES) chance to poison. (1/6 VIT lost per turn. For three turns)
	+ COST | 220

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Possessions:
- Boiled Leather Cuirass
- Bronzed Curves Sword
- Lucky Bandana
- 40 Aurums

- Personality / Appearance* Ashür bears the frame of a man who is not unaccustomed to a life of labor, but as to what exactly those labors have been, none can say. Rarely seen without a bandanna covering his mess of filthy blond hair, he stands around 5'11" and at 210lbs. The man bears some fairly toned muscles, though certainly no thicker than his similarly thick companion Lyun. Despite this, he harbors a certain deftness to him. Like that of a greased boar as it were.
* Cynical, aloof, irreligious; Ashür is very clearly not a man of Akkad. And though he has found a 'home' for the last year in the company, he still reveals little of himself or his past. Which is not to say he's difficult to get along with, so long as one can get beyond his loose sense of morals and craven nature. For indeed, he is bluntly honest about the last fact, if ever there was a choice between the company and his own life, he would take the latter one million times out of ten. So when, not if, he abandons you alone under insurmountable odds, don't say he didn't warn you. . . It's just practical.

- Backstory* Ashür no doubt comes from lands to the north of Akkad, whether west or east is not clear, for he's revealed his homeland as Nörgard, Elbe-Saale, Pannonia, and many others countless times. Regardless, his countenance and manner of speech certainly pin him to the more temperate lands, though his command of the Akkadian language and beyond wouldn't make this quite as obvious as it seems. What little else you likely know of him is that he was a bounty-hunter before offering his blade to the company, at least he let the captain know why; he's been on the run for a long while now, it seemed a safe place as any.
* 'Blackhollow' as refers to his name could not even be found upon a map. . .

[User]
Lyun: "..."

His breath is short, his legs barely keep him upright. The brute stumbles towards one of the nearby tower as he takes out a tiny vial from a pouch. His heavy frame leans almost completely on the inner door, preventing the Kassite hunter from leaving his post. Lyun then downs the tingly liquid of his vulnerary.

One could say his mind drifts back to his family, to his allies, to his childhood maybe. They'd be wrong if they did, as all that he's thinking of are the approaching footsteps and what angle he's going to throw his axe. Maybe he will think happier thoughts, later. Maybe too late to make a difference.

Lyun moves 4 tiles to the eastern tower (20-24) and uses a vulnerary, regaining 10 HP.

[Assistant]
The priest breathes a sigh of relief. The band was going to make it through. Iddin exchanges his staves again and dances forward, glass whistling as an outstretched hand gathers dust. He reaches Ashur and flicks towards bloodied wounds.

Iddin: Zuzu gives me the power to grant this smaller mercy! Under his eye, may your flesh be reborn. Know there is return from the marks of battle, return to your past, a premonition of an eternity!

The healing still stung and burn... but a fair bit less than usual. A gesture of appreciation from the priest for Ashur saving Iddin and the other brazen mercenaries. Lahamu and Etor do not get a gesture of appreciation. They get a stern look and reprimand.

Iddin: We would all do well to follow Ashur's awareness and levelheadedness. Myself, but yourselves too. The dead neither help nor enjoy the spoils.

Iddin moves 4 tiles to 17-37 and casts Heal on Ashur.
Ashur gains 8 VIT (16/16).
Iddin gains 17 EXP and 1 Theurgy, losing 1 Heal durability.
Iddin levels up to LV 3, gaining +1 SRT, SPD, and LUK.

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The first man to approach Siris was one of their spear bearers, with a smile the warrior charges straight the enemy.

Siris: "Spears beat swords in range, I'll rush him before he has time to react"

As Siris was about to attack his foe, he hears a noise coming from behind him. Turning his head he sees one of the other enemies had flanked him, his axe already flying through the sky in an attempt to hit Siris in the back.

The armored warrior, not one to rely solely on his armor, jammed his foot into the ground to stop himself from approaching the spear fighter any further. He was moving too fast to stop, causing him to slide forward, but it gave him enough strength to be able to arch his back enough to barely dodge the handaxe that flied right by him.

Before he could straighten himself, Siris felt a sharp pain at his side. The spear had been partially deflected by his armor, enough to avoid a lethal blow but not enough to avoid a large gash on the left side of his waist.

Siris: "Urgh!!"

Acting on reflex, Siris grabbed the spear with his shield hand before it could be pulled back for another attack.

Siris: "Try one of mine!"

Swinging in a large arc, Siris slashed the spearbearer all the way from his left hip to the top of his right shoulder.

Siris: "Not sure if that's enough to take him out but I've got another problem to deal with"

Letting go of the spear, the armored warrior turns and begins running towards the man who had previously tried to attack him. The axe bearer was grabbing his secondary axe for another attack but Siris was much too fast, immediately slashing him horizzontally cutting deep into his chest and partially into both his arms.

Siris: "Tsk, too shallow "

The axe bearer, strong of both body and mind, immediately re-composed himself to counter attack the armored mercenary in front of him. As he did so, Siris saw a familiar shape behind his enemy.

Siris: "I'll leave the rest to you!" he shouts with his signature overconfident smile. The wounded axe bearer's attack is quickly parried with Siris's shield, who speedily follows his parry with a kick to the midsection causing his enemy to slightly stumbled back

Siris moves 3 tiles to 17-32. He attacks and deals 15 damage to Kassite Brigand 3, he dodges the counter attack

[Assistant]
With a moment to retreat thanks to the lanky bandit's arrival, Lahamu furrows her brow at her husband besides. "Think me not a fool the likes of Siris, I couldn't bear it." At that, she uses that moment to wheel about south, positioning herself to gaze through a crack in the fallen mudbrick wall, watching on as Ashür duels with the spearman. She focuses herself, extends a finger that begins to take on wisps of flame, and traces therewith a runic pattern. A blaze of fire erupts from the wall, taking the Kassite Rebel off guard.

LAHAMU moves to 19-39 and casts SCORCH upon KASSITE REBEL #2, dealing 4 Damage!
 Without losing a moment, Ashür lunges forth, his curved blade slicing the throat of the pain-stricken figure. Letting them fall dead, their body immolating in the dry grass. "I would not have to suffer such wounds, would that you all stay in form." He croaks, sending his glance ahead to the next barbarian coming down upon them.

ASHÜR moves to 19-36 and attacks KASSITE REBEL #2 with his BRONZE CURVED BLADE, dealing 6 damage, killing them! He receives 24xp and 1 Blade proficiency.


[System]
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Physical Description: Erwun is a thin, spindly man who stands taller than most others, pale face stretched over a hawklike nose, sharp cheekbones, and a pinched chin. His ever-changing hazel eyes are almost never visible under his sandy blonde hair. He wears tight-fitting clothing under large, billowy capes and coats. Despite this, he has been described as having a sort of exotic beauty, almost like that of an elf.

Skillset:
Undertaking: Due to his being born to an undertaker father, Erwun knows every method of corpse preperation, enbalming, and burial, even those of other races.

Surgery: Due to his close work with dead people, Erwun knows the anatomy of live ones, and can perform surgery, although he might need the assistance of a good herbalist to keep the patient from taking ill.

Arsenal Combat: Erwun, rather than becoming a superior fighter with one weapon, trained with several odd, exotic weapons and gadgets. (Think Van Helsing repeater crossbow, smoke bombs, and extendable spear.) He is also a fair brawler, able to fight his way out of most situations.

Far Ancestry: Once, there was an elf. He lived alone, a disgrace to his people, for some trespass long forgotten. He lived on the borders of their then-empire, just outside a human village, a small crafting town of barely 200. This was still when the elves lived to be ancient, so over the years, there came to be a legend of a phantom in the woods. Some stories said that he was the vengeful ghost of the forest, others, a man, looking for his love long lost. Those stories were always taken as such, though, and never given much thought.

Once, there was a girl who grew up on the stories of the mysterious phantom of the woods. This girl grew up to be a woman, quite beautiful, in fact. She was the most desired woman of the village, yet, always the most unattaible, her heart yearning to know what the phantom was. One day, when she was in the woods, collecting berries and roots, she got her wish.

When he was on watch, guarding the town he had grown so close to, even if he could never be accepted by them, the elf saw the most beautiful thing in the world. In a brash act that would set off a monumental sqeuence of events, he revealed himself to the woman. They fell in love, and even though they tried to keep it secret, the village found out when the woman became pregnant.

Most in the village were surprisingly acceptant of the elf, but this peace wouldn't last. As soon as word got out, a band of elves came to punish the man who dared father a child with a lesser race. This resulted in everyone in the village, except the woman and unborn child, getting killed. The child grew up in a town, far away from that tragic history, and fathered a line of men with diluted elf blood. When magic was still around, his line benefited from good health, magnificent looks, and long life(at least, long by human standrds.) However, the only benifit left, with magic gone, are their dashing good looks.

Character History:
Erwun was raised in the Yamiss district, son to an undertaker and a spice merchant, although his mother died when he was quite young. However, this didn't detract from his childhood, the fact that his father worked in graveyards, and that his mother was dead, because his father loved him enough for two people.

 Despite his happy childhood, his teenage years strained his relationship with his father somewhat, as others looked down upon his family for their profession. This meant that he wandered the streets, getting into trouble, and causing it. However painful his relationship with his father was, he still kept up the cheerful demeanor, surprising some. Then, everything changed. His father was murdered by several of Pykas' men, as they were walking home from the Zalot District. Luckily, some of the heroes were there already, and killed the soldiers before they could harm Erwun.

Initially, they were sort of reluctant to have him with them, because he was sixteen at the time, until he had proven his prowess by taking a crossbow, and making it shoot quickly, by adding a lever and bolt chamber, and creating other such weapons. Although he wasn't a weaponsmith, Erwun showed a surprising aptitude for creating such weapons, so they took him along.

Erwun is one of the heroes that didn't formally 'retire', seeing the corruption in Dara, even though Pykas was gone. However, even without going back into the limelight, he was one of the more popular 'heroes', as the dashing young man charmed many young (and older) women. He was also popular among the young boys, as they all wanted to be him. Despite this, he has not yet returned, despite popular demand, although the call to be a Guardian might be too much to ignore. He has since devoted himself to uprooting the criminal element in Dara, and has earned himself the title of 'The Undertaker'. Apt, considering his day job. He still does burials and funeral ceremonies, and even the odd surgery, in a pinch.

Psychological Profile:
Erwun used to be a bright and happy man, even though he was caught up in something way beyond him, in the fight against Pykas. However, when they fought Cyrabassis, something changed. Not even the other heroes know what happened, as he was separated from everyone else, falling into a pit, which led to tunnels below the citadel. When he emerged, he was trembling, holding onto the head of a fallen... thing, and covered in blood, from head to toe. Luckily, he was there to help fight Cyrabassis, but everyone could tell that there was something off about him now. He became more sardonic and mocking, and even slightly nihilistic. However, he still is a good person, under all the gruff, and shows affection in his own... special way.

Equipment:
Undertaker's Tools- Erwun has all of the tools necessary to perform burials, embalm corpses, and take care of graves.
Autopsy/Surgery Kit- He has the tools for performing an autopsy on corpses, which can double as surgeon's tools.
Arsenal- Erwun has a large arsenal of oddball weapons, ranging from a repeating lever-action crossbow, to a telescoping spear, to a bizarre bola-launcher.

Titles/Holdings/Power Base:
Erwun has a large funeral business, called Calfrace Funeral Services, which provides services for whatever kind of funeral for any race. It is the largest organization of undertakers, elven garden caretakers, dwarven tomb carvers, and embalmers in the Yamiss district, and that's saying something. About the time of the beginning of the roleplay, they have gotten so large as to consider applying for Guild status.

He also has a small network of vigilantes and bounty hunters that he keeps in touch with, to help with his crime-fighting activities. They are all either very skilled or above average at the very least, and were attracted to him by his cause, his money, or his former glory. However, they only get together once a month to trade information, and plan larger-scale operations.

Relationships
Kanros the Raven- Erwun used to admire him as a hero, but nowadays dislikes his self-centeredness. However, he still respects him, and views him as a trusted comrade.
Nasharia the Verdant- He used to think she was hot. Still does, but is put off by her ambition. Again, views her as a comrade, and friend.
Haljon- Used to be his close friend. Now, he blames him for abandoning him in the tunnels below Cyrabassis' citadel. Doesn't want to have anything to do with him, but if he does, will constantly be at odds with most everything he says or does.
Cxin Djwal Leytan- Disliked the nervous, timid young man who was in the group before Cyrabassis. Likes his self-assuredness, but doesn't like his personal detachment, nowadays.
Linric Tealeaf- His one best friend, before and after Cyrabassis. They used to write each other, but now they have drifted apart. He still views him as a close friend, however.

[User]
Leytan:

I'm pleased to see Nashaira, I hadn't had the opportunity to speak with her before this, and I'm heartened further when she defends me against the poor soul Ephraim. Indeed, I'll have to be careful with what I say around him.. He is most likely one of the best fighters still among us. Unlike that gin rag Halijon. And the fool proposes using thugs to act as guards for the city streets? It's like asking the fox to guard the hen house.
"At least, that all makes sense to me. However, Commander Haljon, I do not think we need mercenaries on the streets. The men I use are ill suited to garrison duty, will want more for it and that will cause dissension with the Khavi. I would rather recruit new Khavi than risk having two sets of guards brawling each other in the streets."
I wait until the Raven finishes, and stand again, pausing only to take a small sip of my water. That's a brew I doubt Haljon has had in a very long while.
"Now, if I may offer my services, perhaps some of my older students will be of great use? They are all trained in non-lethal combat, they know when to use words instead of fists, and most of them have been raised in this city, so they know how to respect the culture. Many of these traits would be lacking in recruiting more sell-swords. Additionally, they won't need to be paid like a sell-sword, since they wouldn't be doing this for the money. And we could put the money saved towards better use." I nod my head curtly at Kanros, and sit once more.
One of my students leans towards me and asks me a question, and I answer softly, writing on a small slip of paper, handing it back to him, which he takes and runs out of the hall to deliver.

[Assistant]
While Nasharia spoke, Ephraim sat back down, his face still contorted into a scowl, but his temper diminished by her words. He let the others speak for a while on the matters that he had no experience with or influence in.

Kanros proposed that Ephraim be the one to root out more information about the sorcery that had occurred in the Hall of the Guardians, and Ephraim had replied with a curt nod. Of course, he had already begun his investigation immediately after the attack, but it would do well to have the consent of the rest of the Guardians to continue the investigation without fear of reprisal. Quietly, of course, but Ephraim drove a hard bargain until he got the truth out of people.

Ignoring the current conversation about who the Guardians should hire to increase the capacity of the city guard, Ephraim cleared his throat and turned his attention to Landar. "I agree with Kanros; I would very much like to investigate the events that transpired here. My own network is respectable, but not nearly as extensive as yours. Will you grant me access to your informants so I may have the greatest amount of resources available to me?"

He hated asking (for anything, really) but it was necessary. And, Ephraim thought to himself, it would actually be good not to be total enemies with everyone else. He still didn't know what to do about Leytan and Alaric, but he would let that matter rest until a later time.

With even greater reluctance, he turned to Haljon. "With your permission, of course," Ephraim said, smiling wryly.

[User]
Erwun stood over the autopsy table, dressed in a leather smock that had several stains from suspicious sources, scalpel in hand. The corpses in question were those of the former Guardians. One of the former defenders of Dara, he seemed to be sliced open by a wild animal. The only difference was that the wounds were burned, as if run over a pit of coals. It was something that could only have come from one source. Back when Haljon abandoned hi- when he was separated from the group, he saw things, things that no one else saw. Not even Ephraim. Catching his breath, Erwun took a few seconds to focus, and then went back to his work.

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The only remaining Calfrace backed away from the autopsy table, and looked over the corpses. He had sewed and cleaned up the mangled bodies, his skill evident in the fact that they were suitable for an open casket wake. Pulling on his coat, the Undertaker readied his equipment. Due to the violent death of the former Guardians, Erwun should be ready for anything. Besides, he had a few enemies on the streets, and even if they didn't try and get to him in the daytime, there were still quite a few dark alleyways. Everything fit under or in the pockets of his coat, except for his crossbow. That had to hang off the holster at his hip, the only visible weapon.

Stepping out into the daylight, the cobble of the Yamiss district was swept immaculately, as always. To the left, a lonely elf wandered a remembrance garden, flowers in full bloom. To the right, the Calfrace Mausoleum stood tall, a marble and granite testament to death. However, none of this was of his concern, this morning. Avoiding conversation in the streets as much as possible, Erwun arrived early to the meeting, and waited in the corner, where the shadows concealed him, for the most part. If someone looked, they would see him, but it would prevent unwanted attention from coming to him. He listened, disinterested, until the very end, when they chose a course of action.

"I'll get in touch with my network. See what they know. I don't really care what you all do about it, as long as you do something."  Sticking around to hear their plans, Erwun leaned against a wall, arms crossed.


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

APPEARANCE

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

Wing-Cloak

Natural Elven Attire (with and without wings)

Battle Outfit

PERSONALITY

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

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

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

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

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

BACKGROUND

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

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

[User] Quick as she was in the air, and for it to be her friend, Maleficent didn't waste time to save him. Dangling over the edge she was, the fae gripped the wrist of his hand while in midair. For the extra weight, she didn't struggle, as she set him back with the group on the cliff, landing with him, so she herself was with them. "We must find shelter!", Thorin called over them. "Look out!", Dwalin howled as a giant rock came flying towards them. It hits the edge of the mountain, shattering above them. To give them better protection, she hovered herself over the group, and her huge wings covered most of them like an umbrella from the failing debris. A few rocks hit her back, but she didn't let her strength wane.

[Assistant]
"Bless my beard, the legends are true!" Bofur yelled as his gaze travelled to where the first rock had come from. "Giants, Stone Giants!"
"Take cover, you fools!" Thorin bellowed at them as more debris rained down, Maleficent's wings may be protecting them for now but he was sure that even the fae couldn't withstand that much falling onto her for very much longer. They had to take cover somewhere else.

[User] "Hold on!", Maleficent shouted over the thunder as the mountain around the company breaks. "Kili, grab my hand!", she heard her eldest godson shout to his sibling, as she just saw the rock between them starts separating them. Seeing a crack between her godsons, she knew that they couldn't protect each other now. The mountain they were on starts coming to life, and starts fighting with another. With the company split in half, she didn't know which one to protect more. Seeing that the moving rock Kili was on, made his situation even more risky. Making up her mind, she flew over to the swaying dwarves, and gripped the youngest's coat, so he was at least in her line of sight and not fall off the moving rock.

[Assistant]
The others watched in horror as the other half of their group were sent plummeting towards the rest of the mountainside when the Stone Giant they were stuck on was knocked down by the other.

"Kili!!" Thorin bellowed as they ran down the path, expecting to see only remenants of weapons or clothing while the dwarves would all be gone for good. He sighed in relief as they got there and found the remaining group members all collapsed in a pile in the middle of the path, groaning loudly.
"It's alright, they're alive!" Dwalin shouted to the others at the back who couldn't see very well.

[User] The fae looked in fear as they were about to collide into the mountain. Thinking fast, she tucked Kili against her in order to shield him from their upcoming fate. However, when they finally hit the mountain, there was no pressure against them, only making them fall off and land on the more safe-like part of the cliff. She still had Kili tucked against her chest as they landed. Unraveling her wings, Maleficent could see the others safe as well, which was a relief. Panting from exhaustion, she allowed herself to catch her breath, and manage to stand, although she didn't get far, and landed back down to one knee, feeling an ache in her leg.

[Assistant] "Are you...alright...?" Kili panted as he looked worriedly at Maleficent, since she clearly seemed to be putting less weight on one leg.

[User] "I'm..fine. I just...", the fae trailed off as she tried to stand up once again with her wings trying to give her an advantage for balance. She gasped at the small pain that hit her leg, making her fall down once again. "Must have...hurt it..during the landing while I was covering you. Against a rock", Maleficent winced. It was probably bruised, and that she won't be able to walk at full speed and strength like she used to. "I just need to rest. Stay with me?", she could use a helping hand in this kind of state.

[Assistant] Kili looked on at her worriedly but nodded when she asked if he would stay. "Of course." he promised, knowing that the fae must be afraid.

[User]
She wasn't afraid of herself being in danger; she was afraid of herself not being to help those in danger. Especially for the company. Giving a sad smile, Maleficent hugged her youngest godson against her chest while she remained on the ground.

Thorin, however, didn't look pleased as he watched his nephew interact with such a creature. He didn't trust her yet, and he probably won't. Not yet, anyway. "I thought we'd lost our burglar", Dwalin suddenly sounded as he found Bilbo safe with the others. "He's been lost ever since he left home. He should never have come. He has no place amongst us", the dwarven leader spat as the hobbit looked visibly hurt by this comment. Spotting a cave in the distance, Dwalin checks inside the mountain. "It looks safe enough" "Search to the back, the caves in the mountains are seldom unoccupied" "There's nothing here" "We will rest here", Thorin told everyone else as they entered the big cave.

Maleficent tried to stand, but her bruised leg wouldn't give in for her actually do so.

[Assistant]
"Here, lean on me." Kili murmured to Maleficent as the dwarf tried to put his shoulder underneath her and wrap an arm around her the best he could, to try and support the fae. Fili rushed over to help as the two young dwarves had gotten rather attached to Maleficent and the last thing they were going to do was leave her outside while they were all safe in the cave.

"Right, let's get a fire started!" announced Gloin as he rubbed his hands together though Thorin quickly cut him off.
"No, no fires. Not in this place."

[User]
Maleficent appreciated the help that she needed from the twins, and she herself, has been seeing them as her own children. She promised Fili during the early part of the journey, that she would protect his younger brother whenever she could, and keep their family together. Now, she was already seeing them as her children, and they were already becoming attached to her, like children staying close to their parent. She grew fond of them, and that was when she realized that she had family. Managing to get into the cave, she winced as she was carefully placed back down onto the ground. She didn't have anything that would treat her injury, and she doubted that the company had anything to help her. All she could do now, was rest.

"Get some sleep, we start at first light", she heard Thorin say, glad that he decided to let them have a break, and allow herself to heal. "We were to wait in the mountains until Gandalf joined us. That was the plan", Balin pointed out. "Plans change. Bofur, take the first watch", he told his comrade.

A bedroll was all that Maleficent could lay on at the moment, and she let Fili and Kili stay with her, so she slept between them, only for the youngest to snuggle against her chest, like a young child needing warmth.

[Assistant]
Kili had been rather upset that there was no healing that the company could offer Maleficent and at first he had argued with Oin for a time, the only dwarf in the company who had knowledge of healing, but it was quickly established that they did not have the needed supplies here for him to do anything and that all she could do was rest it and hope it would heal on it's own.

Bofur nodded as Thorin ordered him to keep watch and took up a spot against the cave wall where he could see both the entrance and into the back of the cave in case anything came from either end to harm the company.

Bilbo had laid down himself and pretended to sleep until he was sure the rest of the dwarves had settled down, quietly and carefully getting up, he tried to creep to the entrance without Bofur seeing him.
"Where are you going?!" it hadn't worked, as the dwarf soon saw him and whispered sharply as he noticed it was Bilbo trying to leave.
"Back to Rivendell." the hobbit sighed. "Thorin's right, I don't belong here."

[User]
"No, no, no. You can't turn back. You're part of the company. You're one of us", Bofur tried to reassure. "I'm not though, am I? Thorin said I should never have come, and he was right. I'm not a Took, I'm a Baggins, I don't know what I was thinking. I should've never run out the door", Bilbo was thoroughly guilty about making such a mistake. He was a hobbit, not a dwarf. "You're homesick, I understand" "No, you don't! You don't understand, none of you do, you're dwarves! You're used to-to this life, to living on the road, never settling in one place, not belonging anywhere!", now that was a mistake he couldn't take back. "I'm sorry. I didn't..." "No, you're right. We don't belong anywhere", Bofur looked around at the other dwarves sleeping. Unknown to them, Thorin was listening from his sleeping place. "I wish you all the luck in the world. I really do", Bofur pats Bilbo on the shoulder, and as the hobbit turns to leave, the dwarf noticed Bilbo's sword glowing. "What's that?", he asked curiously. The hobbit took his sword out and sees that it is indeed glowing blue.

At the same time, Thorin notices the floor of the cave beginning to crack. "Wake up. Wake up!", he shouted to everyone, but it was too late for them to be prepared. The last thing Maleficent saw, was that she and everyone were falling into a cavern. Stopping, she was glad that she wasn't in the pile of them, but what she didn't want to see was figures of goblins before her. "Incoming!", she called to the others as she moved out of the way, but she soon felt regret while dwarves were not moving, only to be attacked.