[System]
Been far too long guys, hope I can kinda jump in here.
Age: 14
Hometown: Lumiose City (Kalos)
Appearance (pic preferred):
Starter: Squirtle (Now a Blastoise)
Bio: Chuck lived with his parents at their Day Care, helping them take care of various different Pokémon owned by trainers from all over the world. This helped him become knowledgeable about Pokémon, which made it easier for him to get his trainer's license. He decided to go to Kanto, since he used to hang around the Professor's lab and got along with the Kanto Starters he kept there. His goal is to capture and train many different Pokémon, and make lots of friends. However, during his original journey, he got a call from his mother that his father was terribly injured trying to defend the daycare from some evil team known as Team Flare, so he had to return home and help out at the daycare while his father recovered, and helped defend it with Zeni and his other Pokemon, evolving into a Blastoise in the process. Even after his father fully recovered, Chuck decided to stay behind and continue to help with the daycare, and take care of the Pokémon he caught in his journey, until one day he decided to give it another try, and go back to Kanto. He took Zeni and a few of his other Pokémon with him, and kept going from where he left off, ending up at Cinnibar Island, finishing the battle as his old friends finished their contest.

And here is the list of Pokémon he has with him.

Party:
Blastoise - Zenni (M)
Golem - Titan (M)
Clefable - Nissa (F)
Alakazam - Azriel (M)
Dodrio - Tri (F)
Jolteon - Tesla (F)

[User] Shiranui registered for the Grand Festival and after admiring the view from the spectator box he was assigned to, he went to work on his appeal and train for whoever was successful enough to challenge him for the championship.

[Assistant]
Liam saw four well known Coordinators: May, Drew, Harley, and Soladad. Liam knew that this Festival would be tough, especially since he saw all of them at Hoenn's Grand Festival. The two weeks eventually elapsed, and it was time for the Festival to begin.
"Hello one and all! Welcome to Kanto's Grand Festival! I'm your hostess, Lillian Mirrdian!" Lillian annouced over the loud speaker. There was a ton of applause. When it ended, she continued. "To qualify for this competion, each of these two-hundred fifty coordinators had to obtain five ribbons. Now, allow me to introduce our judges during this week-long event!" Lillian continued. After another wave of applause. "First, the head of the Pokémon Contest Committe,Mr. Raoul Contesta!!" The crowd cheered loudly.

"Welcome everyone! All of these coordinators have worked hard to get here today, so let's give them all attention. And, to the all the coordinators, break a leg." The crowd cheered.

"Next, the head of the Pokémon Fan Club,Mr. Sukizo!" The crowd cheered again.
"Indiago Plateau is remarkable!" The crowd cheered again. While Liam was watching feed, he notied that some people in the audicne were wearing shirts with Sukizo's likeness on it with his catchprhase above his head. Lillian continued.
"We also have not one, but two Nurse Joys! FromIndiago Plataeu and Pewter City!" The crowd cheered.

"It is great to be here for all of these people, and this event."
"Let's all have fun this weekm ok?" The comments from each of the Joys recived applause.
"Without furthur ado, let's begin!" The first named coordinator was May. Defintely a fan favorite, she was met with huge appluase.
 "Glaceon! Take the stage!" Glaceon emerged from its ball. Glaceon made a huge pillar of ice, and proceded to sculpt it with ice. The ice was formed into a sculpture of the four judges and Lillian. The crowd cheered for the sculpture, espically since it was so well made and so quickly.

"Your Glaceon has a mastery over its Ice powers, and you have done a good job rasing it."
"Glaceon is remarkable!"
"Your Glaceon's coat is very shiny."
"I can tell that you and your Glaceon have a very strong bond."
Each of the judges' commentes were met with appluase.

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9
8
8
Total: 33

Drew was next. He used Butterfree. Butterfree's appeal involved the use of Sleep Powder and Silver Wind, ending with Confusion.

"Such a beautiful display"
"Butterfree is Remarkable!"
"Your Butterfree's wings have a beautiful shine to them."
"Your Butterfree shows how good a Bug Pokémon can be."

8
8
8
8
Total: 32

Liam was coordinator #11. He used Hydro the Blastoise. Hydro Mega Evolved and fired off the various moves improved by Wonder Laucncher and were all hit with Flash Cannon, making a firework of an explosion.

"That is a spectaculor use of Mega Blastoise's ability."
"Blastoise is Remarkable!"
"This is a fantastic display of your Blastoise's power."
"With such a handle on Mega Evolution, you and your Blastoise clearly have a strong bond."

9
8
9
9
Total: 35

[User]
Harley followed Liam in the appeals order and he used Cacturne for the appeals, juggling some Razor Leaves and finishing the appeal by punching them with Needle Arm.

"A stupendous display of your Cacturne's talents."
"Cacturne is remarkable!"
"Your Cacturne has a lustrous sheen."
"You've shown time and time again how strong your bond with your Cacturne is."

9
8
8
9
Total: 34

Soledad was Coordinator #64 and she used Lapras for her appeal, showing off a Sheer Cold. The field was covered in ice that was colder than a Regice and the surrounding air was condensing near it, forming a mist. The sunlight glistened off the ice.

"Brrr, that's one cold and spectacular appeal."
"Lapras is remarkable!"
"Your Lapras is very well-trained to be able to use Sheer Cold like that."
"I love the sheen on your Lapras!"

10
8
10
10
Total: 38

Shiranui was Coordinator #100 and he made his entrance clad in a black top hat and cape. He used Majin the legendary Hoopa for his appeal, first showing off its Hyperspace Hole using the top hat as a prop in a classic magic trick involving pulling various objects out from the top hat with the last one being a wild Buneary. He produced the Prison Bottle from under his cape and invoked its power, transforming Majin to its Unbound Form and capped off his appeal with Majin showing off its Hyperspace Fury. Six disembodied arms flew in and out of six wormholes that appeared up above, striking an imaginary target in the middle.

"A truly magical appeal."
"Hoopa is remarkable!"
"It must have taken a lot of training to get that appeal down pat."
"You trained your Hoopa well."

10
8
9
9
Total: 36

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Back in the spectator box, Shiranui thanked Buneary for its part in Majin's appeal and asked whether it wanted to go back to whence it was pulled from. To his surprise, Buneary wanted to join his team and thus Shiranui gained a new friend, naming the Buneary Mimi. He was curious as to why and with a little psychic help from Titania, found out that Mimi was being chased by a Gastly until she was pulled through a wormhole.

[Assistant] Chuck applauded the appeals and then was surprised by a tap on the shoulder. He turned around to find his parents standing in the seats behind him. "Mom! Dad! What are you doing here!?" he asked, surprised. "Well, we heard our boy would be entering the Pokémon League tournament, so we decided to stop by and cheer you on." his mother said. "But your mother also wanted to see the Grand Festival, so we got here early!" his father added, with a chuckle. Ever since the battle with Team Flare at the daycare, his father had been needing a cane to help him walk, his right leg having been damaged badly.

[User] [redacted]

[Assistant]
Watching her foes do their appeals, Sashia chuckled softly as she tapped the pokeball she had on her, it had been a while since the two of them had done contests together but Sashia knew she was the best to rely on when it came to this so as she heard her name she changed her outfit and made sure it was ready before she ran onto stage.

"And introducing the final contestant, Sashia Fertar" MC said as Sashia smiled and sent out Elsa as her outfit changed to a icey blue Ninetails look though if Zero was nearby he would notice something different about Elsa, as no hailstorm began as with what normal happens when Elsa is sent out. "Arighty, Use strategy Icey Blaze" Sashia yelled as Elsa began to run around fire off ice beams over the stage and breaking a few to cause icey dust to appear as she jump into one and when she came out she was a normal ninetail who began firing flamethrowers as Sashia dress changed into Ninetails dress with a glowing flame around it before the ninetails then spilt into both a normal Ninetails and Alohan Ninetails as they both began to fire their elemental moves against each others moves making a beautiful and sparking diamond appear in the middle which then split into minor ones before the two Ninetails jumped and starting attacking the diamonds around the stage making more sparkling dust which was then sent away to reviling a female Zoroark wearing a hula skirt and a flower crown dancing in the middle on a perfect replica of the Alohan regions island, Sashia Dress had now been reviled as Zoroark based dressed as she danced as well.

The crowd who were mesmerised by the performance were shocked as the revile before they cheered for them, as Sashia smiled and her Zoroak bowed to the crowd.

"That was amazing, Truly one of the best illusion I have witness"
"That was truly Remarkable, Remarkable Pokémon, Remarkable Illusion and Remarkable training"
"You and your Zoroark have clearly been training for a long time together to make that performance, Especially with that replica of the Alohan region"

Sashia score ended up being a Perfect 30 and when she returned to her friends, she Introduced her Zoroark as Illusion, her first pokemon she ever caught in the Alohan Region, She had swapped out one of her Pokémon for her since she already had 6 pokemon in the first place.

[User]
"That was very good." Liam complamented. "Zoroarks can be very difficult to deal with when they oppose you in battle.
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After all 250 coordinators preformed the top 164 were named. At the end of the thrid day, those 164 had been dwindled down to eight. Those eight were placed as follows for the begining of day four.

1 Shiranui Tsukiko/?
2 Soladad/?
3 May/?
4 Harley/?
5 Drew/?
6 Liam Coleman/?
7 RP/?
8 Sashia Fetar/?

Harley sneered to himself at the prospect of being put against May next. He knew that with how May sleeps, he could easily sneak into her room and sabotage her, but he'd have to be careful since her little brother was with her to watch to the festival. During the night, Harley got up and picked the lock on May's room. He set her clock back a few hours and quietly exited her room, locking it back behind him. He snuck back into his room snickering at his clever trick to disqualify May.
The next day, Harley's dirty trick was undermined by a random fluke. May and Max was woken by her Munchlax, who realized by how bright it was that they needed to get up. May had freaked and hurried to get dressed. (of note: May arrives to the green room during Shiranui and Soladad's battle)

[Assistant] Chuck was amazed by all the appeals and battles of the first day, and had spent time with his parents after it was all done, catching them up on his adventure thus-far. The next day, he woke up and did more training with his Pokémon, this time against his parent's and their Pokémon, before the Festival resumed, then got a seat in the stands with his parents.

[User]
It was time for Shiranui's battle against Soledad. The battles in the Grand Festival were of the double battle format with the same winning conditions as the regular Pokémon Contests. Soledad sent out Lapras and Slowbro and Shiranui sent out his Blaziken and his shiny Aegislash. "Lapras, use Hydro Pump on Blaziken; Slowbro, Fire Blast on Aegislash!"
"Niwatori, make like a swordsman and use Aerial Ace on Lapras; Yoto, Sacred Sword! Mega Ring activate!" Niwatori the Blaziken let off a glow as he Mega Evolved into a Mega Blaziken before wielding Yoto like the two-handed sword he is, one talon-like hand gripping the handle and the other holding onto the sharp pommel. He then showed off his speed while Yoto changed to his Blade Forme and let off a cyan glow before Niwatori used the Aegislash he wielded to slash Lapras into a one-hit knockout. Slowbro breathed out an intense flame that formed into a daimonji shape, but Niwatori was too fast for the attack to have any effect. Shiranui still lost points, but Soledad lost more points and was down one Pokémon.
"Slowbro, Trick Room!"
"Niwatori, use Acrobatics on Slowbro; Yoto, fire a Shadow Ball at Slowbro!" Niwatori jumped high into the air and let go of Yoto before nimbly striking Slowbro for a lot of damage. Before Slowbro could recover from the Mega Blaziken's attack, it copped a Shadow Ball from above compliments of Yoto. The two-pronged attack did enough damage to knock Slowbro out and Shiranui advanced to the semi-final.

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After the battle, Shiranui was pondering on how he would face Sashia's Pokémon should the computer pit him against her in the semis.

[Assistant] Chuck watched on, examining Shiranui's fighting style, and his Pokémon, just in case he ended up facing him in the Pokémon League. He knew the likeliness of him using those two Pokémon was slim, as well as the way he battled in contests was different from how he battled in regular battles, but he felt his research would pay off, especially after seeing him in the Battle Frontier as well.


[System]
Age: 31
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Race: Human
Class: Marksman/Gypsy(Bard)
Appearance/Clothing:

Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 125 lbs
Hair color, texture, length, style: Dirty ash blonde with layers from ears to shoulders. Her hair is usually worn with shorter layers crimped and pulled back with a few loose strands around her face, the longer layers are curled under and left loose falling to her shoulders.
Eye look, shape & color: Milk Chocolate with amber specks, round eyes with a slight slant at the outer corners.
Skin Tone: Tanned with olive undertones.
Body Type: Toned body over all with very defined arm muscles.
Voice/Accent: Her voice has a tad deeper intonation than most women and is slightly raspy. Sana has a stunningly beautiful voice when she sings but it is something that she rarely does.
Clothing:
Warm Weather - She wears a very simple halter top made of tanned leather that tied around the back of her neck and is trimmed in a deep brown rawhide. She wears a matching shorts that is slit on each side of her thighs as to not to hinder her movements. Her boots are a soft suede material that come up to just below her knees and lace up the entire way, soft soles, no heels. She wears a sheer mantle that flows to the ground and is trimmed in the same material as her halter top, usually pulled over her arms to hide their definition.

Moderate to Cold Weather – Outfit:

Cloak:

Gypsy Clothing -

Skills: Agility, acrobatics, gymnastics, ambidextrous, riding, fletching; excellent marksman with a bow and skilled dagger thrower. Knows some close combat fighting, using her bow in a staff like manner. When weaponless Sana will use her knowledge of acrobatics and gymnastics, combined with her agility, to attack and defend herself.

Natural Abilities: None - Human

Magic/Spells: Sana knows many bard songs but is unaware of which ones she can actually cast. Below is a list of songs she has been able to cast successfully so far.

Trust Me: Beauty From Pain - An inspire trust spell that is activated when she sings. Spell has a 75% chance of working on one target in the line of sight. Effect lasts 20 minutes - can cast once a day

Courageous Heal: Everything Burns - A triple effect spell activated when she sings. It hits all allys in a fight. It heals up to moderate wounds, gives a +2 to attack hits and +2 to damage. Does not work on Sana and drains her terribly after casting. Plus to damage and to hit lasts 5 rounds. (Side effect is due to the nature of the spell it will make those that it hits feel more courageous during the casting.) - Can cast once every three days.

Beacon: Flashlight - This song brings about a pillar of light that breaks through low light, darkness and obscured vision. (Such as mist, fog, smoke and rain). It has no special effect other than being able to be seen from up to a mile away no matter the level of light or density of obscurity. Cannot be seen through rock or stone but will follow a path until it reaches the sky if possible. The song itself will carry with the light and can be heard as far as the light can be seen. The light will continue as long as the song continues and fade once it stops. The end verse can continue to be repeated to last as long as the singer can sing. It can be cast once a day but if it is an extended version of the song it takes away from the next days ability. Each time it is extended, it takes another day to recharge it.

Masquerade: Burn With Me - During the course of the song Sana is able to completely change the look and voice of herself and up to one more party member. The illusion is true even if touched and lasts 24 hours, it can be dispersed by break illusion spells or if the person it is cast on speaks the words "The Masquerade Is Over" - Can be cast once every 12 hours

Winter Storm: Cold But I'm Still Here - This is currently Sanas only true attack spell. During casting the temperature of an area that spans out in a 60 foot radius around her will begin to cool down, the ground will frost over as well as other materials that normally would in such conditions. Using her hand movements she can direct up to five beams of ice from her palms during the song to strike opponents or other applications as she made need.(such as a wall of ice or to freeze a lake to be able to walk on) - she may contain her five beams to the end of the song and let it out as a single attack that will form a wall of ice three feet thick and ten feet high in a circle with a 30 foot diameter. Ice attacks will melt as normal for air temp. Wall will last until she stops singing as long as it isn't destroyed. (She may repeat the song until she cannot sing anymore to keep the wall up but may not do anything else but sing.) - can be cast once a week.

Additional Information:
Significant Other: Hugh Van Halder - Does not know where he is anymore
Sister: Ramara Rawn - presumed dead
Cousin: Ariana Rawn

Sana is scarred now with a line from her right ear to her jaw on her face, small puncture scars on her right shoulder from a hound bite and a burn scar from the right side of her neck at her jaw line, that front side of her chest, down her arm to the elbow and her back to the bottom of her shoulder blade.

Armor: An arm cuff that is enchanted with Barkskin.

Weapons: She carried one small dagger that is used for cutting up meat before cooking for the most part though is works as a throwing dagger if need be. Nothing special about it, the blade is 6 inches of plain steel while the hilt is carved oak. Her other and main weapon is a Recurve Bow that was hand carved for her; she uses cedar arrows that resist warping. She possesses a Silver Dagger found in the chest of a Liches Layer as well as a second quiver of silver arrows provided to her by the Elven Army of Corellan Larethian.

Possessions: Clothing, weapons, pack, dried fruits and meats, water skin, rope, fletching items, rags, needle, threads, horse, grooming items, tent, chain with her parents wedding bands on it that she wears around her neck.

Personality: Sana in the past has been known to be rather quiet and untrusting, hard to get close to. She preferred to be left alone and detests asking for help; a very stubborn woman who preferred to do things alone than in a group. Though since meeting Hugh she has softened some and come to accept things. Now a days she doesn't mind the group setting so much but prefers to be alongside Hugh during most situations. She can be rather outspoken at times but has a good heart and tends to help people in need even without being asked. Handing over items that one may need without a word and just walking away. If she does get mad though she will lash out either verbally or physically and when a new comer approaching she will draw and stand ready to strike them down if provoked.

History: She comes from a wandering band of gypsy that she left long ago for she refused to become what they wanted her to be. Another dancer and entertainer for the group. She was a tom boy growing up who preferred to spend time with a bow and arrow than a person. Though she never sought the way of her people she is very defensive of them and knows their ways. Skilled in song, dance, showmanship. Nothing traumatic happened during her childhood or growing up but being the typical teenager, hated what her parents wanted for her and in the end left those she knew for a world she wanted to know.

After she reached maturity she decided to leave the home and family she knew and set out on her own. Over the years she has worked in various towns trading furs from animals she has killed on her journeys and worked mercenary from time to time as wars broke out, utilizing her skills as a marksman.

During a journey through the desert when she was grouped with adventurers she met an older and kind hearted man by the name of Hugh whom she found herself drawn to. She was captured by a Lich and taken off to be sacrificed, if it had not been for Hugh she would have been slaughtered on the granite sacrificial tomb she was tied to. Though she has never out right stated that she loves him, it is more than evident in the way she acts around him and carries herself now.

 Sana traveled with Hugh for a long time. During an adventure she was snatched by a traveling fog that divided up her, as well as some others in the group she was adventuring with. When this happened, Hugh left the group but before Sana was taken. She is unaware of him walking away and has no idea why because of this. Since she was dropped off by the fog she had worked to get back with the adventuring party to find Hugh once again, thinking he is still with them.

Previous Rp: Sands Of Blood, Cinder Sickness

[User]
Fiona let a short "uh" escape her upon being offered the pipe, before she found herself reaching out to accept it, feeling for whatever reason that it would be rude to not accept. It was a habit of hers, really, being unable to politely refuse people that were trying to be kind. Taking the pipe, she puffed on it briefly, immediately revealing that she didn't make a habit of smoking by the way she coughed lightly, and then handed it back, a bit of an embarrassed smile in place on her lips.

"Thank you," she managed, taking a moment to collect herself, and give his response some thought. This was difficult ground to be treading on, unsure what would be too far to assume, too far to say. But it was obvious enough to her that he was in some kind of pain, and Sana clearly was, too. Fiona didn't have much experience with relationships; none of hers thus far had lasted all that long, nor did they have much adventure involved, given the lack of it in village life. She didn't know if she could help, but she could try.

"Well... she went through a lot yesterday. She told you, didn't she? After the fight with the Anti-Paladin?" Fiona didn't remember it perfectly, but she thought she'd seen the two of them converse after the fight. And they were together through the night, so surely he learned at some point what had happened to her. "I think it's understandable, given all that occurred, for her to be more preoccupied with other things than showing affection." Fiona had to figure that by now, however long they'd been together, that both knew that the other cared deeply, and didn't need constant acknowledgement and attention to prove that.

"On top of everything, she's had leading this group dumped in her lap, and she's doing her best with that. Most people would've quit after what happened yesterday, but obviously Sana's not most people." Fiona gazed out ahead a moment, clearing a few strands of red hair from her face when the wind pushed them in the way. "My guess... she needed some time to think about things. And if it's not too bold to suggest, I think it would be wise for you to have a conversation with her when you two get a chance."

She sighed softly. Discussing relationships wasn't really something she thought she'd be doing when she woke up that morning, but she did want to help. "You know... make sure she's okay. Talk about what you want to be doing. I'm just pretty sure that acting like everything's alright isn't going to make everything alright." Frankly, Fiona thought it was a bit selfish for him to be expecting acknowledgement and attention from Sana right now, when it was her world turned upside down yesterday. But she expected she didn't really have to say that.

[Assistant]
"It is cold out by the mountains, warm inside the fiery hearths and homes, and trees dominate all but the central plains, where the field is as unending as the blue sky," Derrix described contently, picturing it all in his head, and smelling the icy wind of the mountains that often pooled into the plains.

 "The biggest and strongest horses are born there, and their wit and intelligence is unmatched as far as I've seen." The man reached down and patted his white destrier, and the massive horse snorted in response, as if agreeing.

[User]
Vaeri turned towards her right, facing Melvus again so she could face him when she replied to his many questions.

"I was not told more, but I would imagine in place of left hand is a right one. As it stands, it is still a difficult thing to try hiding, if you were to attempt doing so." Vaeri took a few seconds to think about Melvus' own plight. "It does not sound familiar at all. I cannot even think of any religious tales about such an occurrence. If I were to guess about what happened, I would have to pin it on perhaps some outside arcane force. I have heard tales of arcane magic going awry in terrible ways. I am no scholar of such pursuits, so I may be showing my ignorance here."

[Assistant]
Sana smiled softly as she listened to Derrix describe his homeland, it sounded like it was a truly beautiful place but then again she had seen many stunning lands in her travels. What made the description so much deeper than what was on the surface of the words was how he spoke about it. There was a certain love that floated about when he talked about it, and it helped her to understand, even if only a bit, what it meant to have a homeland. It was something Sana had never had but she could understand the draw. Perhaps his homeland to him was like her love of song and music. It was just something that the heart could beat to. Whether it be to never ending fields or a single note held to be caught on the wind. Perhaps home within the soul, not within the mind.

 "It sounds lovely," she said in a kind voice. Even though Sana and Derrix hadn't spoken much about what was bothering her, the general conversation had been pleasant and it helped to put her more at ease. He was mysterious but underneath that mystery was a kindness. It was something she could appreciate.

 "And yes, your steed seems to be truly remarkable. Though I have to wonder if that is the horse or its master," she said as she looked over towards him. "Perhaps a bit of both," she added before glancing around and taking note of a path off the side of the road. "Hrm, I wonder," she muttered to herself as she pulled on the reins and steered Epona towards the forest.

 After a few minutes of following the path she stopped and her lips parted as a soft "wow," escaped her lips. There just beyond the sight of the road was a natural formed cave that seemed to be cut into the rock face not by wear of weather but formed by a single large oak that grew above two cliffs and its roots formed the top of the cave itself. The roots spanned over the top and grew down the side of the rock to the forest floor where they met a small pond of water at the base. The cave floor itself was covered with a bed of lush green clovers.

 "I think this will do for the evening," she said as she looked over towards Derrix. "What do you think?" she asked, wanting his input. The path was not as wide as the road but it was enough for the wagon to get through if they were careful and the cave opening was large enough for a nice sized camp beneath the roots of the tree.


[System]
Age:26

Species:Balosar

Gender:Male

Force Sensitive:Yes, but untrained. This currently manifests in enhanced abilities related to his genetic ability to read emotion, as well as an enhanced sense of direction both planetside and in space.

Role on the Ship: Roka is an excellent pilot, he is able to handle small and medium sized ships with ease. His personal ship, The Steadfast is among the fastest, most maneuverable, and well-defended civilian ships on the market, which makes him an ideal choice for scavenging runs. Roka is fairly proficient in repairs as well, able to at least patch many issues one might commonly run into.

One ability Roka plays close to his chest is his ability to read people, due to his Balosar heritage and undiscovered Force abilities. This lets Roka sense the emotions of nearby beings, though he is currently using Death Sticks to dull that power, as the graveyard of Alderaan is overwhelming for him.

Appearance:Roka is slightly tall for his race standing at 1.8 meters, not including his antenna. He has dark, curly hair that helps to hide his antenna when he retracts them. He has bright green eyes and a wide smile. Due to having grown up on Corellia and not Balosar, Roka lacks the sallow and sickly complexion most other members of his race have, instead looking much more like a human. Roka has an average build, while he is not a brawler, he also doesn't appear to be scrawny.

As for clothing Roka has a fairly particular taste. He often wears a bandana or a long scarf patterned with geometric shapes or fractals; if wearing the scarf he has both ends thrown behind his back. He wears a loose fitting navy blue vest over a light brown, long sleeved shirt; and has a shoulder holster for a holdout pistol underneath the vest as well. Roka wears dark pants with a lot of pockets along them, allowing for him to carry whatever he feels he might need. He wears black gloves with the fingertips cut out, and a pair of heavy-duty boots with plasteel tips. He also has a belt with two holsters on it.

Personality:Roka is a generally friendly individual. With his species natural abilities to read surface emotions, he can tell pretty quickly if someone can be trusted. If Roka considers you a friend, he'll go out of his way to make sure you're taken care of. While he is friendly and very trusting of his friends, if Roka doesn't trust you he can be very cold. While not physically intimidating, Roka has a patience beyond measure, and if you cross him of his friends, he will spend as much time as he needs to work out how best to take his revenge.

Equipment:One holdout blaster, ten shots.
Two normal blaster pistols.
A set of simple repair tools.
Two dozen Death Sticks, liquid form.

Your Quarters:A Captains bunk on his personal ship, The Steadfast.

Your Spaceship:Roka has a sparkly, new YT-2000 series freighter, a gift/investment from his parents. The ship has been customized to include more cargo space, and better sleeping quarters for crew and passengers. This comes at the expense of some of the weapon systems however, sacrificing the space for the chaff charges and laser canon that would come standard. The shields have also been downgraded as a result. This leaves the freighter with twin quad laser turrets, an ion cannon, and light shielding. The upgraded cargo bay can carry up to 200 tons of cargo, and is currently half-filled with fluid transport bays. The ship has enough room for 4 crew members and 7 passengers, with a total of 11 occupants. It carries food stores to last up to six months. The entertainment on board has been upgraded by Roka as well, with the ships Holo-Net caching any new vids coming through and storing them to the holo-projectors in the quarters, the lounge, and the highly illegal one mounted in the cockpit. The Steadfast is also equipped with a docking clamp to connect to the airlock on The Swift Fortune, as the ship is too big to fit in one of the mothership's standard docking bays. The ship also has two tractor beams one leading directly into the ships solid cargo bay, and one tied to fluid transport pipes to dump into the fluid cargo bays.

Obligation: Death Stick Addiction: Though his species is immune to the life-shortening effects of the drug, Roka Like many of his race, is still extremely addicted to Death Sticks for their hallucinogenic properties. More now than ever, as his Force-Sensetivity combined with the natural ability to feel others emotions are kicking into hyperdrive with echoes of Alderaan's ghosts. (Taking for 1 point in Stage 2)

Family Obligation, Debt: His parents being successful smugglers, and shrewd businesspeople, have provided Roka with a top-of-the-line freighter to go make his fortune with. Provided he pays them back, of course. 15,000 standard credits per year, for ten years, or until he pays off 150,000 credits, whichever comes first. (Taking for 1 point in Stage 2)

Statistics:
Brawn: 2
Agility: 4
Intellect: 4
Cunning: 2
Willpower: 1
Presence: 2

(4 additional points from Obligations and lowering Willpower, 14 total points spent.)

Skills:

Astrogation 1
Computers 1
Mechanics 1
Piloting 3
Ranged Light 1

(10 total points spent)

History:Roka was born on Corellia, just outside of Coronet City. His parents were smugglers by trade, having been drawn to the Corellian system because of the hub of smuggling activity found there. Being originally from Balosar, his parents found an easy in with the smugglers abounding in the system, due to their natural resilience to toxins and their species ability to read emotions. Soon, the pair had set up quite a racket smuggling illicit drugs, sometimes even dipping into weapons as well. This is the life Roka grew up in, surrounded mostly by political intrigue and vague paper trails, instead of shootouts and hyperspace chases. Roka longed for that type of life, chasing the stars and being the lovable rogue type he heard stories of. He even attempted to sneak aboard some ships carrying cargo for his parents though he never made it out of the system before being discovered.

Eventually, upon reaching adulthood, Roka's parents struck a bargain with him. They would provide him a ship and cargo, and he would make a run in their name. That would get his foot in the door. From there, he was to make his own way, finding his own jobs, contacts, and cargo. It was understood that the ship would be a lease and that after paying it off, he would own it. Roka leapt at the chance, envisioning a life among the stars of glory and adventure. What he found was much more mundane. Long stretches of hyperspace travel, waiting at rendezvous points, and haggling over prices that had already been set. Roka hopped around the galaxy for a few years, trying to find his place before he found The Swift Fortune. Offering his skills and ship as a cargo pickup and pilot, he joined the crew, hoping that this could be the adventure he was looking for.

I would like Roka to eventually discover his latent Force abilities and experiment with some of the lesser-known aspects of the Force.

I would like Roka to kick his Death Stick addiction.

I would like Roka to end up fighting the Empire somehow.

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Caster had been coming around a couple asteroids when he received Valana's transmission about hunting down the lone tie fighter. He was coming about and headed in the direction of Jax's quad-jumper, not terribly far away.

"Caster, would you mop up the runner?"

"Roger, I'm on it," He had replied. He lowered his throttle and came around, adjusting his coarse for the TIE fighter that was attempting to disengage. "I've already had my one that got away. You're not pretty enough for that."

"Caster for Kark's sake, get that magnificent speedbeast of yours and take down that scout, I'll assist our ace in hunting down this other TIE."

"I got it, I got it," he said again. He hit his after burners, catching up to the TIE fighter. He fired a couple blasts around it, purposefully to let it know that it was not allowed to disengage until it was decided by the crew he was apart of. He took his after burner down and reduced his travel speed to combat speeds, maneuvering around asteroids, following the TIE. Fast they were, but not particularly maneuverable. Not even as maneuverable in a stock Z-95. With the modifications that Caster had made to his drive core and the overhaul he had done to his own Z-95, he had this in the bag. I fired a few bursts, tagging the stabilizers, rocking the fighter in front of him, a little. He targeted the engines of the TIE fighter, opening another burst, hitting dead center of each engine. The explosion cause a back-draft in the fuel source and cause the entire fighter to rapidly combust, as Caster pealed out quickly.

"Scout taken care of," Caster sent over the comms. "Regrouping now." He flew on his way towards his allied fighters.

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"Wohohoooooo! VALANAH! Thank you and that Organa guy!"

Valana chuckled at the comment, at least Jax hadn't questioned it. There wasn't much time to be amused however and she quickly regathered herself, shifting her focus to locating the other TIE, it wasn't particularly hard to find. Valana used her ship's manuevering jets to bring her to face the TIE directly, from her perspective it was just over the port bow of Jax's quadjumper, it's attention still seemed to be on him as she monitored comms, Valana had held out a small hope that the TIE Pilot would hail them, and surrender. She acquired a target lock on the TIE, not that she wanted to waste a concussion missile on an unshielded target, but maybe the TIE would realize the hopelessness of the situation now that they were locked...

No such luck. As soon as the TIE fired at Jax's quadjumper she replied in turn, she fired only once, as the bolts were clearly on course to hit, she lifted her hands off the controls and watched. Two bolts slammed into the TIE's circular cockpit, Valana let out a hearty sigh as the TIE exploded into millions of tiny pieces, either wing fragmenting into larger pieces and shooting off in either direction away from the main explosion.

"You're clear Jax." She paused for a moment. "You okay?"

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Roka strode up to the door, pulling his repair kit off of his belt and removing the face of the locking mechanism that would lead them onto the dead ship. He knelt beside the exposed panel, wishing he had a dedicated slicing kit as he listened to the doctor describe the layout of the ship from memory. He began to use his repair tools to interface with the vulnerable locking mechanism, given a few moments he could get the door open. Not as quickly or cleanly as a slicing kit, but it would get the job done. "Hopefully we won't have to choose." He replied to Marr, focusing on the task at hand. "But if worst comes to worst, I say we take the more expensive stuff. Between all our contacts, we should be able to find someone to fence it pretty simply, even if it's more, what'd you say? 'Esoteric'? I think we can handle it."

The tinny voice of the stowaway on the comm gave Roka pause, putting one of the repair terminals between his teeth to grab his link. "Great work kid, that's the kind of info we need." He said, his voice somewhat muffled by the tool in his mouth. "I want you to stay down there and keep an eye on that pod, okay? If they take off, blast them to pieces; we don't need runners complicating things." He said, hoping the boy would follow orders. If killing could be avoided, Roka would have preferred that option. However, there would be no getting around it soon enough, he felt.

Roka paused in his work as his antennae pricked upwards, someone was approaching the door... Panic, insecurity, but also a kind of determination... A feeling of grim. "We have a welcoming commitee." He said to the doctor. "I think it's two. Strong feelings coming from one, but something a lot more subdued too... I'd guess one of the scientists and a trooper. I get a bad feeling coming from them. I'm going to pop the doors in a second here, we both hide behind the wall for cover. See what they do. If they surrender, great. If not, I'm shooting back." Roka waited for a moment for his companion to get into place, then pressed a final button on the panel, the door sliding open with a hiss.

The Balosar threw himself behind cover as a burst of blaster fire rained from the open doorway. He was nearly singed by the shots from the trooper, but the other one seemed to just be firing blind. Roka waited a few seconds for the initial burst to fade slightly before getting to his feet and running across the door's opening towards the opposite wall. As he ran he drew his twin blasters and fired off a half a dozen shots, hoping to get at least one of their foes.


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* Age: 22, although due to her height she's often thought to be younger.
* Gender: Female
* Race: Half-dwarf. All this really means is she'll live slightly longer than a human would (barring accidents or illness), is a bit short and has to shave roughly once a month.
* Appearance: Something like this. Like her dwarven ancestors, she often takes the no-nonsense approach to problems.
* Personality: To the casual observer, it would seem that Martina predominantly takes from her dwarfish side, being rather gruff and overly serious. She is an exceptionally hard worker and stubbornly refuses to give anything less than her all towards any given task. However, closer inspection will reveal that she does take quite a lot from her mother too, as she is rather open-minded and curious as humans are wont to be. To her, the most important thing is to follow her duty, and this combined with her dwarfish stubborness and her human recklessness means that if she is told to hold the line, she will damn well hold the line until her dying breath.
* Brief Backstory:Dwarfs are an uncommon sight in Thaln, but they're not entirely unknown of. Every so often, traders and merchants emerge from their mountain homes and head to human settlements, intending to trade the metals and gemstones they mined and the exceptional weapons and armour they smithed for materials and supplies that are much rarer in the mountains. And whilst many of them immediately return to the mountains when their business is done, one dwarf in particular found himself setting up permanent residence in Aimlenn. His name was Aaron Stonehammer, and with the skills and knowledge gained after over a century spent in the business he found himself being voted in as the head of the city's Merchants Guild. Such a position allowed him to mingle with the higher parts of society, and it wasn't very long before her met one Lady Lieselotte Blumenthal, a minor noble whose family had a strong association with the guild. Soon, despite how unorthodox it may have seemed to others, the two fell in love, and... Well, the result was Martina, formed from the rare union of dwarf and human.

Despite having to put up with a bit of prejudice due to her nature as a halfbreed, Martina seemed to grow up rather well-adjusted. Whilst she intends to eventually inherit the family business (as her father has taught her is the dwarfish tradition), she also had an inherent need to prove her martial prowess (...as her father has taught her is the dwarfish tradition). Thus, as soon as she was of age she joined the Iron Rose Knights... Although she often has to juggle her obligations to the knights with her obligation to learn the family trade, and occasionally takes time off to do so. Despite this, she's as dedicated to both as she can possibly be, a testament to the dwarf blood that flows through her veins.
* Equipment: Martina wields a finely crafted dwarven warhammer and shield, and wears a suit of mail under her tunic. The hammer is a heirloom of her father's side of the family, and as can be expected from an ancestral dwarfish weapon it is engraved with runes of magical power; due to this, it becomes superheated whenever she swings it with the intent to cause harm.
* Skills: Martina is a mighty warrior; she has to be, otherwise it would bring shame to her ancestors. She specializes in close-quarters combat, often charging into the thick of things where her hammer can do the most damage. As a testament to her dwarfish heritage, whilst on the warpath she is like the mountains; relentless, indomitable and refusing to budge an inch once she's dug herself in. Aside from warfare, she's also rather knowledgable in the fields of economics, and is able to easily appraise the value of numerous objects if given enough time to give them a good look over.

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True to his word, Tiral had delivered the mistress to the Captain following his own studies, and, as he had expected, was told that he was going to be dragged along for formalities' sake. The thinly-veiled look of irritation was soon followed by one of dejected acceptance. An order like this wasn't something he was in any position to contest, and though he would have preferred to become something more useful to the Knights as a whole, this occasion seemed to take a higher priority to his superiors.

So the afternoon passed without incident as the ice mage returned to his room to find some sort of outfit that might possibly make himself look passable in any sense of the word. Even if he was a member of the Iron Rose, his origins were still low enough that it was likely that people would look down on him. That plus the fact that he funneled more money into research materials and magical equipment (that dagger sure as hell wasn't cheap, after all!) meant that was was somewhat... Unprepared for the event.

With a sigh, the ice mage dug through his own wardrobe, praying that there might have been something in there that would not let him be the laughingstock of the event. By some miracle, at least, there seemed to be some sort of clothing in that shallow closet that he called his own that wasn't picked out solely for comfort or utility. A pair of dress pants and some sort of shirt that looked... Sort of fancy? There was also a pair of shoes that didn't look like they had seen the hell of a battlefield lying around...

So at the very least, he wasn't going to look like a COMPLETE fool.

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With his dagger concealed under his shirt and an annoyed expression that betrayed his current opinion on the matter, Tiral continued walking calmly behind the rest of the entourage. Everyone else seemed to have deeper pockets and more frivolous spending habits than he did (given how fancy everyone else seemed to look now), which ended up making the ice mage unsure how how much or how little he stood out. It'd be best if he could blend into the background during this ordeal, but given the invitation (and judging by how Sir Ian was currently being mobbed by women) the chances of that seemed very unlikely.

Before he could even try to do so, however, Tiral caught a glimpse of the Captain being...
...
Did that count as sexual harassment?

"...Uh... I... I'm not going to ask..." he sighed, turning away and shaking his head as the group entered the venue. It was every bit as grand as Tiral had expected, and though he was still averse to even come here in the first place, it wouldn't have been a lie to say he was impressed by the grandeur of it all.
...
Now, if only had this been under different circumstances might he not have been so irritable. Social gatherings were like the bane of his existence. The heat, the sweat, the superficiality of it all...
At least magicians told you when you screwed up. With these people, everything was all veiled behind smoke and mirrors.

[Assistant]
Earlier on Viviane ever the one to be prepared had a dress that she ended up taking a bit of time to make sure it was on correctly. Due to her lack of maids to be able to help her it took awhile to make sure it was on perfectly. Beyond that she couldn't help but believe that even if she was doing it alone she grew learning how to do these by herself should the need arise. Despite not believing she would need to do such so soon. She chose to pick a elegant like dress that did not impede her movement should the need arise for her to run. The navy dress Showed quite a bit of her back though and a bit of her chest. Some would say it was a daring choice due to the amount of skin it showed but it was honestly one of her better choices. In the end she decided to forego her traditional style for her hair and fixed it in a more elegant braid suiting the occasion she thought to herself. Standing up she walked towards the large mirror adorning her borrowed room spinning around to see how it looked. Deciding to use a more subdued colors rather than her vibrant red for color choice really made her seem like a different person she supposed.

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Walking down towards the ball room her large heeled boots seemingly clacking with each step as she looked around for the captain or at least a familiar face. Being somewhat paranoid at what could happen she did not go unarmed. a small dagger was hidden expertly on her body as well. Reaching the ball room she didn't have to wait long to spot the captain before she was given a odd greeting. Seeing it as a good time as any to approach she stepped forward a demure smile gracing her lips. "Ah honored Captain it is a pleasure to see you again." Viviane spoke up as she faced the captain. "Pray tell how do you fare this eve?" She added as well her lessons from her childhood on how to act in these events showing itself.

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Tyaethe paused to regain her composure at the entrance to the palace and, more importantly, readjust her sword so that it wasn't dragging on the ground again. It was so inconvenient to be carting it around out of armour but, whilst she might be willing to sacrifice her protection in order to attend a ball, she was never going to try protecting her Captain with anything less than her best offence. It wasn't like the guards minded terribly--the sword was sufficient proof of her identity and position amongst the knights.

She tuned out the introduction that accompanied her entrance into the ball; it wasn't like there was anything important there. Much better to try and focus on how to adjust this dress: it was too frilly and lacy but it had been the only thing the undead had dug up that was both suitably formal and fit. That didn't excuse how the lace on the sleeves extended past her fingers or how some overly enthusiastic dressmaker had chosen to embroider pearls all over the place and give the skirt multiple layers. Had it been up to Tyaethe, the frilly and cute abomination would never have been brought into existence.

Refusing a gift would have been wrong.

Admittedly, the cloth-of-gold scarf probably wasn't helping with making it any more comfortable. She'd be damned before she stopped wearing scarves, however, and the two century old ribbon had been dusted off and put to use. Scarves were one of the easiest ways to recognise her--if the pale skin and red eyes didn't, surely the completely superfluous scarf would?

The paladin made her way over to the numerous refreshments, sizing them up, before grabbing the darkest ale hidden along the tables and shooting glares at the onlookers asking if that was entirely a reasonable choice. She was already suffering through this by being out of armour and there was no way that the red-eyed paladin was going to abstain from something she enjoyed after two centuries without. All the fancy wines could be left to the poncy nobles.

Now that she was suitably braced for the inevitable politics that were going to happen, Tyaethe stomped her way over to the captain. There were numerous clues for the knights at who had joined their little conglomeration, after all, but the biggest came from similarity to a certain portrait stuffed in a corner of Candaeln. There were the familiar features seen through a visor, the enormous sword slung across her back, but most telling was the portrait's ankle-length white braid and its golden bow. Tyaethe in the picture had, however, been considerably more practically dressed. She had also been an adult.

For some reason, the Immortal Knight of the Iron Roses appeared to be nine years old and incredibly grumpy about the whole affair.

[Assistant]
What was all the commotion about? It was as though these people had never seen a dwarf greeting a trusted comrade before! Was it because she didn't have a beard? It was highly unusual for even a female dwarf to shave, but... Well, maybe it was due to her human-half but Martina had never liked the beard. Too itchy, for one thing, and it looked... Weird on her. Father didn't approve, of course, but mother was perfectly fine with it. They'd even had their monthly argument over it last night as she begrudingly prepared for the ball.

Still, she couldn't let this stand, and so Martina gave Gillian a stern look right in the eye. Of course, she had to stand on her tiptoes in order to do so, but the effect was there at least.

"Now listen here, lad," she growled, her legs trembling just slightly as she tried to maintain eye contact, "ain't you ever seen a dwarf before? It's a traditional dwarven greeting between friends, you hear!" It was a well known fact that dwarfs often liked to remind non-dwarf races that they were, in fact, dwarfs, and with Martina only being half-dwarf sometimes she overcompensated a little. Laying her feet flat on the ground again, she gave Gillian one last glare before turning back to Fanilly.

For a moment she pondered repeating the gesture, but her common sense prevailed for the time being. Maybe later.

"Of course everything's alright, lass! Me and the captain go way back!" she assured Marianne, her brow twitching ever so slightly at the assumptions plain to see on everyone else's faces. "Ain't that right, captain?"

Even as she tried to clear the air, Martina couldn't help but notice what appeared to be a young child approach the knights. Maybe she was just curious about them, but hopefully she wouldn't stick around for too long. The Iron Rose Knights were no place for children, after all!


[System]
Age: 34
Race: Human
Weapons: A Single-Edged Longsword and two 'Sword Breaker' Daggers.
Info: Former leader of the Legion of Ten, an elite army of knights trained from a young age to fight all manner of foe. The Legion of Ten was the only military in service of the Kingdom of Ansgar, an independent city-state nestled in the mountains of the northwest, though they disbanded shortly after the death of their king and subsequent collapse of the kingdom. John believed himself to be at fault for all that transpired, for it was the duty of the Legion to protect Ansgar and their king - and who but their leader should be responsible for their failure? So he relinquished his command to Sarthun, a comrade whom had proven himself a cunning and relentless warrior, and ventured south in the pursuit of a new life. He wishes for nothing more than to reclaim some semblance of honor, but thinks himself incapable of redemption.

Name: Garren Droche
Age: 35
Race: Human
Weapons: A Bardiche and a Hand Culverin (and, of course, a couple of Slow Matches to fire it).
Info: A former member of the Legion of Ten under the command of John Relder. An accomplished and loyal warrior with a light-hearted soul, Garren decided long ago that he would follow John to the depths of Hell should the time come. As the Legion fragmented, what else was he to do? Garren could not bring himself to forsake his allegiance as the others did. With all that had been lost, he refused to let go of this one last piece of his past. Besides, there was glory to be had in the south - new foes to conquer, and people in need of help.

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"Well, not to seem rude, but I had heard your song and watched sing for the children. I recognize some of them as orphans due to the terrible battle that had happened here not too long ago. As a servant to Askari it is my duty to tend to the innocent such as them, but my own duties have made me too busy to care for the young ones. That being said, for you to go out of your way to care for them, in any way you can, is something admirable and trustworthy." Annabeth said with a smile as she shook El's hand. She didn't want to bore her with exposition like she did with Maren and Cassius (it was probably why she wasn't asked to stick around), so Annabeth was just honest and to the point. "The town is filled with strong warriors but I can only trust a few. And for me trust is far more important than skill at arms. Seeing your good nature, I feel that I can trust you to watch my back as we hunt the beasts that plague the swamp, more so than I could a craven who'll run at the first sign of overwhelming odds. If you'll accompany me, I'll gladly lay my life down for you."

Annabeth bowed deeply as her father taught her to do when speaking to a lady or lord. If El does join, that'll be one more person Annabeth would have at her side. Though she knew she needed more. And while she might trust El, Annabeth couldn't be certain about her combat prowess which is still needed for hunting monsters. Annabeth does need a skilled fighter, one who won't be so prideful that they wouldn't work with her, but also one who is available to assist. That gave Annabeth an idea; she remembered an unusual warrior who had helped her defend the northern gates. He appeared to have been a mere fisherman, but he had also slain quite a few of those mad dog mercenaries with his spears, and moving swiftly and striking with deadly precision. He would no doubt be a boon in hunting the swamp monster. While Annabeth's arms and armor would help her survive against a beast, mobility was just as important and he was swift of foot and steady of hand.

"It will not just be you and I of course. I actually have another in mind who I think I can trust to fight alongside us. If you're willing, we should go speak to him together to see if he'll want to join us for this hunt."

[Assistant]
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"You're too generous with your assessment of me, Lady Elliot." El said with a bright smile directed towards the knight errant. "Those children were some of the most delightful company I've had in some time, I'd hardly say that I'm going out of my way considering that I enjoy myself just as much as they seem to. As for your reasoning," Elithiana gave a deep bow much like Annabeth's. "it speaks much of your character as well. I'll gladly join you on your quest," Straightening up, El grinned at Annabeth. "provided you keep from laying down your life for me as you put it, I'm no where near important enough for that honor."

The situation might be beyond surprising, but it was an opportunity to help people, something that El would never turn down. Besides, she's pretty sure that her uncle would approve of this endeavor, considering his own numerous tales of slaying dangerous beasts and taking on large bands of rogue thieves single-handedly, though she's not quite sure of the authenticity of most of his tales...

"About this other warrior you wish to recruit, do you know where he is?"

[User]
As the sun ran to hide behind the horizon, it cast out a fan of fire that stretched across the sky in one final display of power. The clouds above were set ablaze, almost as if to ward off the coming dark. A struggle between the last light of day and the coming night, a struggle made in vain as the light could do nothing but succumb to the dark. The air was thick with heat, stirred by the occasional lukewarm breeze. The fires raged, smoke bleeding out from behind castle walls like blood from a wound. Screams of horror and death hung on the wind like a plague, mottled by war-cries and the sounds of sharpened steel. A barrage of missiles streamed down upon the castle like blazing summer hail, crushing anything that dared to stand before them. A dark mass of limbs twisted up the mountain path to the city gates, crashing through like waves upon the shore.

John could only watch from a nearby hill as Ansgar fell, the nine others behind him impatiently wondering why they did not move to save who they could. They had been tricked into a false engagement, and left their home unattended. A second force had moved in and struck the utterly lethal blow while they had been so foolishly distracted. How could I have let this happen? How could I not see the trap laid before us? John questioned, his knees buckling under his weight as another wave of artillery roared past overhead. Could we even stand against this? Was there something more we could have done? He continued, locked inside of his mind while Ansgar was torn further apart. What breed of elite soldiers are we to let this happen? We were meant to protect them... and in their ultimate time of need... we failed. I failed. I failed my people, and I failed the Legion.

John unleashed a scream in a fit of rage and sorrow, throwing his fists to the ground. The fall of his fist turned to the cut of a sword, his steel finding home in the flesh of his foes. The Legion of Ten was engulfed in a horde of faceless flesh, screaming and clawing at the Legion's armor in a futile display of savagery. John's blade cleaved through bodies like a scythe through wheat, but their enemy did not relent. The sound of shredding metal woke him from his bloodlust, only to see one of his dearest friends dragged into the mass with a splash of crimson. John watched in bewildered horror as two more disappeared into the horde before them, their deaths and their screams striking tears from his eyes. One by one, they died. John could do nothing to stop it.

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Waking with a start, his heart pounding like wardrums, John rushed to meet the ground with his feet. He rose from the chair with frantic breaths, scanning the room to see the two unused beds and a table cluttered with equipment. Putting a hand to his chest piece and taking a deep breath, John tried to calm himself down. "It was just a dream, nothing more..." He muttered quietly, noticing his companion was absent from the room. Where did Garren get off to? To look for jobs? John wondered to himself, walking over to grab his gear before deciding to head out and look for his friend.

Garren stood outside of the inn with two children in ragged clothes, entertaining them with stories and tall tales. They seemed to enjoy what they heard, and Garren was quite pleased. But he could not help but feel that there was more he could do. They were likely orphaned by the siege that befell the city a mere week ago, judging by the state of their apparel. Then the thought popped into Garren's head and he pulled a few coins from his pouch, prepared to hand them to the children when John came out of the inn and stopped him in his tracks.

"Don't let the size of your heart cloud your mind, Garren. Gods only know how many other fools they've gotten coin from." He warned, prompting Garren to pull his hand back and almost scoff. "How can you be so quick to accuse them of thievery? We're not so very different from them, you know. We know what it's like to lose a family - to be left without a home, and to feel helpless to stop it. Garren replied, glancing back to the two children whom now seemed a little afraid. "These children need to see the kindness that the world can offer, John... lest they truly be led astray."

"Yes, well... kindness and hope are in short supply these days, my friend. Best not to waste it on a whim..." John said in a dismissive tone, his gaze skewing to the side and away from his companion. "I am sorry, but I must respectfully disagree, sir. How could I not? Hope is like the seeds that allow a forest to regrow after the fire. It can be culled, just as the forest, but in time it shall grow back just like the seeds." Garren started, his voice remaining soft but oddly commanding. "And kindness? Well it's much the same. It's like the soil. It may dry up, but acts of hate - like the fire - shall fertilize the coming of renewed kindness."

By now John's head had fallen ever so slightly as the children looked up to Garren with hopeful eyes. He gestured weakly, muttering in a dispirited tone. "Just give them the coin, then... and spare me the rest." Shifting his weight, John waited for Garren to hand the coin to the kids. One of them asked why they were clad in armor, to which Garren was happy to respond. "We're warriors. It's our duty to be prepared for anything." He speaks as he moves to kneel down in front of the child. "You know, we were probably around your age when we started training... and we became powerful soldiers. Our people believed in us, even when they could not believe in anyone else." Garren continues, noticing John visibly sinking as he speaks to the children. Better to cut this short, for his sake. It hurt to see his leader like this, but perhaps he just needed more time.

The other child asked why the two of them were here in Tamberle and not with their people, but Garren did not give a straight answer. "My friend here doesn't like to talk about it, but... ah... just remember one thing. Okay?" He weaves his words, enticing one last bit of eagerness from the children. "It's never too early, or too late, to learn how to protect what you love. As long as you've got something worth protecting, you can do anything. There is always something worth protecting, but sometimes you just have to find it first. Garren finishes, giving the children a more light-hearted farewell before convincing them to leave.

After they had gone, he turned to John and placed a firm but gentle hand on his shoulder. Garren understood it was difficult to be reminded of home, it was difficult for him too. Even worse was this growing fear that the commander he came to admire over the years wasn't coming back from the bitter man that replaced him. Garren swallowed, searching for the words to say before opening his mouth. "Hey, let's go look around for some jobs, eh? Some work would do us good." He inquired, stirring John from his inaction and garnering a soft nod. "Yeah, I think that'd be a good idea." John responded weakly, the strength returning to his voice. "I could use the distraction, and a bit of coin never hurt."


[System]
CS
Nicknames: None

Gender: Female

Age: 16

Physical description: With the skin of a Egyptian and the red hair of her Irish mother. Alysse has a heart shaped face, showing off soft features. Her stubbornness found in the green-grey eyes. Standing at five foot three inches, she's noticeably lean. Sturdy sandals, black jeans and a loose green t-shirt with sewn in lacey black sleeves falls off one shoulder. She wears her mother's family's two wedding bands on her left hand, and several talismans as necklaces. The talismans are written with runes for protection, safety, and good luck, and bout with black cords. With fingerless gloves, her nails bitten to the quick.

Personality: For all her quiet ways Alysse is quite bubbly and cheerful. But her loyalty to select few she will call 'close' is not something to question. Quick to jump to the defense or attack on that behalf, she becomes a storm of raging anger. This sudden change can be contributed to her father's own violent tendencies. If she can't be found learning some new craft the next best bet is some secluded spot practicing her weaponry and powers. She's very shy about being watched while she practices and finds comfort in doing it alone in her father's desert.

Likes: Learning different languages, listening to music, cats, reading, and dancing.

Dislikes: The sea, those who attack the weak and helpless, and traitors.

Bio: Her mother never told her about her father, but never looked at another man after Alysse was born. They lived a happy, if mediocre, life in the small Irish fishing village by the sea. Her mother was as cheerful as Alysse. But when Moira went out onto the ocean to help the fishers that one fateful time. The ship sank in a storm leaving Alysse alone in the world at ten. Her mother's close friend took her in for time, the school and community keeping a 'don't ask, don't tell' on the whole arrangement. When Child Services did come to collect Alysse she was twelve and unwilling to leave. Running off she evaded the coppers thanks to storm. It was then Set interfered, albeit giving the poor child a fright.

Godly parent name: Set

God description: Egyptian god of storms, desert, violence, and foreigners.

Opinion of godly parent: Alysse is close to the Egyptain god, and the feeling is returned. She is closely protected by the god. Fearing her father's powers, she over came it with time. Though she still is wary of his wrathful ways towards others. He taught her weaponry and fighting, and how to use her powers.

Mortal parent name: Moira O'Neil

Opinion of mortal parent: Her mother was the goodness in Alysse life before she died. Still Alysse adores her and misses her terribly. Moira was a Wiccan, teaching her daughter the ways of her craft. Before she died, she sold herbal medicines and teas to their neighbors.

Powers: She is a fierce fighter. Learning the Khopesh, spear and bow. She can control the sand of the desert, and storms, to a degree. However it takes a lot out of her to control the storms. She can pick up languages quickly.

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Katie was in the town square, looking at all the various buildings and monuments. A temple to each pantheon, including the Finnish gods of her ancestry, stood here. She walked over to a small chapel for her father and left a couple of tomatoes from her garden as an offering. Nothing like what she would have given at the summer festival, just a gift to keep her in his thoughts.

"Nice work, Madison. Your skills are improving quite rapidly." Hecate looked at her daughter. The goddess appeared in her mid-twenties, with blonde hair and eyes that seemed to change color of their own accord. "That's enough for today, though." She waved her hand and dissolved into the air.

"Not even a goodbye? Really?" Madison shrugged. Still, she had to admit her mother was right. Her spells were getting stronger, though she had much to learn yet. As was usual, she checked over the stocks of her magical ingredients. "Hmph. Out of deer hide again." She stepped outside to get some fresh air. Maybe she'd head over to Artemis in a little while to pick some up. The Goddess of the Hunt always seemed to have some spare supplies around, and she was friendly enough.

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Sand colored silk billowed about a open balcony. The large Egyptian pillars sat at each corner of the room like sentinels. The floor was polished marble and cool the touch. Rugs and mats were scattered about the floor along with plush cushions. The figure of a teen applied kohl to her eyes, a cat settled on the canopied bed. Moving the small girl became surrounded by wind and sand, as she was moved from her seat to the ground far below the balcony. Opening green-grey eyes, she walked along the road. "Be well, sister." Anubis was watching from a fountain. For as long as she had been here, Anubis had always referred to her as 'sister' it was unnerving and still was but a custom between them.

"May your weight be light upon your heart." She replied softly, resuming her walk to the town center. Ignoring the cat that followed her. A tan thing with black stripes. Alysse looked about enjoying the day. Perhaps she would find a secluded spot later and dance. She did need the practice.

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Vanessa

Vanessa sat in her room looking at one of the blank white walls. She had nothing against white but it was the only colour her room seemed to have despite the mahogany table sat against the wall and herself and Vanessa was really wishing for some darker tones in her room. She runs a hand through her faded orange hair muttering to herself about dying it again.

Vanessa had been in the godly realm for 2 weeks but had trouble fitting in. She was yet to find another child of Hades, he didn't seem to have many children or, at least, many in the godly realm. There were some who went as far to offer her a small smile but she was often ignored, not that she had really taken to approaching people well, that was never something she was good at.

Finally deciding to do something with her self the orange-haired teen pushed herself off her bed where she was seated and wander outside taking in the beauty of the place. Tall, graceful columns lined the cobblestone paths and architecturally perfect buildings and temples scattered over the deep green grass. Everything was perfect in the godly realm, Vanessa felt out of place in her short sleeve purple shirt and black denim pants which are slightly ripped at the knees from overuse.

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Arthur sliced the last of the targets in twain with a nimble flick of the glaive he was wielding. The weapon was perfectly balanced and he spun the weapon nimbly about himself shifting through the various stances he'd decided to master that day.

After finishing he dispelled the glaive and looked around the chamber he'd cleared for private practice. The white marble was broken here and there by various banners, some ancient some modern. His prize banner fluttered in its usual place however, it was a standard of Ancient Athens it had been carried at the battle of Marathon and during the final siege of Athens. He smiled the rise and fall of nations, all summed up in a simple design emblazoned on a piece of blue cloth.

He turned from the banner and took a sip of wine from the goblet he'd left to one side, he always left a goblet to one side during practice. He couldn't recall why he'd begun the ritual but after having been in the immortal realm for a few weeks he'd noticed that he always had the goblet ready and made a habit of it.

After he finished the small goblet he collected a bundle of papers from where they sat on a nearby table. They were various historic manuscripts all in Latin, he was teaching a class in one of the parks just of off the town square in about an hour, so he decided to set off early in order to be ready for his students arrival.

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Katie saw Alex setting up for his class. With nothing better to do with her life, and knowing full well that she needed to start meeting people from other pantheons, she went over to say hello. "Hi, Alex. What you've got the Greeks learning today? Swordfighting? Athenian history?" She looked down at the sheets and answered her own question. "Ugh. Latin. Gods save me, but I have no skill whatsoever with languages."

Madison wasn't looking where she was going, so she nearly ran over a girl with orange hair. "Oh, crap. Didn't see you there." She stopped, giving the new girl a once over. "Never seen you around before. Madison Jones, daughter of Hecate. You've got a lot of power, there. I'm going to guess another Greek, probably Zeus."

[Assistant] Alysse bent down to pet the cat, having paused in a park. Sitting on a bench, she pulled a small pouch out of her pocket, opening it she poured out a bit of sand onto the bench and tossed in a pebble. Watching the sand intently she touched it with her god-powers moving it about the pebble. Wearing it away little by little. Slowly working intricate designs upon the stone. Her brows knitting in concentration. Pulling her legs under her she didn't look away from the whirlwind of sand as the movement speed up. It was a slow process, but peaceful and it kept her in practice. To be good at something and stay good, one needed to do it correctly and well. Her mother had drummed this into her at a young age. "Anything worth doing is worth doing correctly! Don't stick half your hand in something when you need the full hand to grasp it!" Having taken this approach to the rest of her life, Moira O'Neil had applied it to helping neighbors and thus it had led to her death. Still her daughter continued to follow it. Watching the stone she moved the whirlwind into the sun, biting her lip in focus. Small details were never easy.

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If she was look Vanessa would have sidestepped to avoid collision but she wasn't looking, that's why she ran into the tall black-haired girl.

"Oh my goodness, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" Vanessa stumbles over her word through her words, straightening her back as the girl gave her a once over. Vanessa looked down at the ground slightly as the girl looked over her waiting for her to go off on her way but she didn't,

 "Never seen you around before. Madison Jones, daughter of Hecate. You've got a lot of power, there. I'm going to guess another Greek, probably Zeus." She says. Vanessa looks up giving Madison a brief small strained smile.

"Vanessa Casey, nice to meet you," she says, "Yeah I'm a Greek, daughter of Hades..." She trails off waiting for the girl's reaction

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Alex looked up from the various scrolls he'd been laying out to see Katie walking towards him, he smiled as she walked up the steps into the gazebo he was stood under.

 "Hi, Alex. What you've got the Greeks learning today? Swordfighting? Athenian history?" began Katie, then she looked down at the sheets and answered her own question. "Ugh. Latin. Gods save me, but I have no skill whatsoever with languages."

'What's wrong with a bit of Latin in the afternoon?' he replied his smile even wider, than before. 'Are you sure I can't tempt you into joining us?' he continued, before turning to pour wine from a amphorae into several goblets and offering one to Katie.

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Katie took the goblet of wine and sipped it. "Not bad. Fine, I'll stick around, but only if you can help me out this evening. My dad's having a feast next week and he's dumped the task of getting the veggies on me. I need someone to help me haul them to the feast hall. You help me with that, and I'll do all the Latin you want. Deal?"

"Hades, huh?" Madison raised an eyebrow. "Really, I don't mind your dad. He seems a nice enough guy from the one time I met him. He's got a job to do, and he does it quite well. There's nothing evil about him... though I think my opinion of him is somewhat rare around here."

[Assistant] Alexander sipped some wine from his goblet before nodding. 'Alright then Katie, you've got yourself a deal. There isn't too much Latin today you'll be glad to here, these' he said holding up several scrolls 'are all exerts from Roman tactical manuals. Thought I'd have everyone translate them and then try 'em out see how everyone does' he paused before continuing, putting down a few scrolls, handing a couple to students who'd just arrived. 'How many vegetables have we got to shift later anyway?' he inquired 'Don't want to get all tired in sword drill and then have to lug a few tonnes of veg up hill for several hours'.

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"Hades, huh?" Madison asked raising an eyebrow. "Really, I don't mind your dad. He seems a nice enough guy from the one time I met him. He's got a job to do, and he does it quite well. There's nothing evil about him... though I think my opinion of him is somewhat rare around here."

"You can say that again," Vanessa says with a roll of her hazel eyes, "He's never seemed that bad to me, well when we're not fighting, I guess," The teenager runs a hand through her orange hair with a sigh before chewing on her lip before watching a smile group of teen flock toward the square,

"What's going on there?" She asks Madison, trying to see over the people but her short height making it difficult, "I've only been here a couple of weeks I'm not used to the town schedule..."

[Assistant] The stone fell into her hand as a group of people, all teens. "And I was hoping for some solitude. Wonder what is going on?" Storing the stone and sand back in the pouch she tied the drawstring to her leather corded belt. Walking over she leaned against a tree, watching the scene unfold. Noting the elder teen handing out scrolls, Alysse frowned in thought. Lessons it seemed. Her words caught a few Latin words badly sounded out. Latin lessons on top of that. With a small smile she sat against the tree, and brought out her stone and sand beginning to work on the Celtic patterns again. Another treasure for her mother's crypt. Already it was nearly half ways full with the various crafts she had made. Moira O'Neil would live a life of luxury in the afterlife. Half ways listening to the Latin she focused at the task at hand, odd how a background sound helped whittle away the details into a patient blur of simple work. "I wonder if they are all demi like me? Most likely."


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Age: 114
Gender: Female
Sexuality: ------
Race: Mountain Elf

Personality: Sylvaine is seen as serious and quiet, but can be quite sincere and looks after others. She is an intellectual person especially in battle, but far from cold-hearted. She is faithful to Ganda and like other mountain elves is a lover of the stars. While she is used to a loner-type lifestyle, she is not anti-social. All it takes is a little alcohol to open her up and she will reveal her competitive nature and more playful attitude.

Appearance: Sylvaine has long choppy brown hair, one side of which is pulled into a tight french braid. She has hard steel grey eyes which are always taking in her surroundings in a calculating manner. Her body is fit from practice and fighting, but still fairly slim from having to ration food while on the road. Sylvaine's armor is a deep blue with silver accents and a thick leather belt that acts as a holster for her knives and swords. Sylvaine carries two scimitars and three daggers all wrapped with a dark goldish yellow leather around the handle for grip. The leather on the scimitar extends a few inches past the hilt and holds beads and feathers collected from various places Sylvaine has visited. Both the scimitar and daggers have embellished stars and constellations which shine brightly against the dark grey metal. As Sylvaine is always on the road, she keeps a single leather bag filled with her sparse belongings and gold.

Class: Sylvaine works as a mercenary, but keep her prices low. She retains her right to decline any job she finds immoral or not worth her time. This means that while she is not very wealthy or well known, the townsfolk still appreciate her work and she is occasionally paid in food or a place to sleep. She is proficient in fighting with her swords and daggers, and is slightly proficient in magic. Being a mountain elf, she was taught the ins and outs of magic, but was only ever able to grasp basic control over the elements. She will use magic to occasionally aid her close combat fighting, but only sparingly as it can take a lot out of her. Sylvaine is also a very intellectual person and uses this in her fighting. She is strategic and uses this to win her battles. She is not the strongest, nor the fastest, nor the most flexible, but she uses her brain over her brawn.

Story: Sylvaine grew up with her family in the mountains with other mountain elves. Her parents were skilled in Alchemy, but Sylvaine herself could never move beyond the basics of magic. After realizing this, her parents decided to let her train with a human swordsman who lived in the village for a short while. They wanted her to be able to defend herself if necessary, but she grew to love sword fighting. After the swordsman left the town, Sylavine spent years practicing on her own and yearning for another mentor to teach her more. Once she was old enough, her parents let her leave the village where she traveled to Helsset to find a new mentor. However, while in Helsset, Sylvaine had very little money. So she worked odd jobs to keep herself fed while she looked for a mentor. Finally, Sylvaine met a retired Royal Guardsman who took her in and taught her how to fight. While studying under him, Sylvaine was told many stories of his own travels across Eana which finally inspired her to do the same. So Sylvaine became a mercenary to travel the kingdom and help the people who needed it most.

Motive: Sylvaine answered the call of the king because she cares about the kingdom. She's been far and wide and has experienced all that Eana has to offer. These experiences have motivated her to protect the kingdom in her own way and while normally it's through her mercenary job, she has decided to help the kingdom in a more direct manner during this time of need.

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Sylvaine felt a smile spread on her face as they entered the Anaar Fields. It was a peaceful stretch of land that seemed like the perfect place to retire. Well, if she ever made it to retirement that is. Avveel was on the horizon which meant their day of travel was nearly done. While Sylvaine was more used to being on the road, the idea of a nice bed and warm food excited her. On the other hand, she could see that the journey was taking its toll on one of her new traveling companions. Allet seemed burdened by, in Sylvaine's opinion, an excess of baggage. Sylvaine had offered to carry a bag or two, but had been refused. In general, it seemed as though Allet wasn't much of a fighter. To Sylvaine it seemed odd that someone like her took up the King's call.

Speaking of non-fighters, Alfaru didn't seem like someone who has seen a battle either. As much as taking up the King's call is a personal decision, Sylvaine really didn't want to see people needlessly flinging themselves into a situation that could get them killed. Nonetheless, it's not like Sylvaine knew their whole story either. Numair on the other hand, seemed to be the only other one who knew what he was getting into. Sylvaine had heard of the Order of the Ravens, but didn't know too much about them. She didn't usually work well with others.

Allet seemed drawn to Sylvaine as she asked about her weapons. The tension in the air felt a bit awkward for Sylvaine's taste, but she decided to answer to try and break the silent spell. "The three daggers are for just in case. Sometimes they get wedged in wood or flesh, or I simply lose them in battle. Besides it's better to be over prepared than weaponless." Her fingertips gently hovered over the hilts of her daggers as she remembered with a start that she probably needed to pick up another dagger to hide in her boot. The last one escaped while embedded in a deer that managed to avoid becoming her dinner. "As for the sword-" Sylvaine drew one in a swift manner to admire the design. "It's called a Scimitar." Her fingers ran over the star design briefly before returning it to its place at her hip. Sylvaine returned her gaze back to the road.

Travel days were always the most boring, but normally she didn't have to deal with the maddening ordeal of traveling with others. Normally Sylvaine would get lost in her own thoughts, but with others there was always something pulling her out. Like someone walking too slow or discussing which direction they need to go. While she wishes she could enjoy the company, like she does when settling into a bar for the night, traveling was usually something she did alone. Luckily, though, they were nearly to Avveel. Only a week to go. Sylvaine closed her eyes and heaved a sigh. Guardian Ganda above, she needed a pint or three.

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Alfaru had been traveling with the other three for three days and he still hardly knew anything about them. That wasn't too unusual given his naturally reserved nature, but it did make the traveling a bit more lonely. So far, he only knew the professions of his three companions. One was some sort of Eldritch Knight from an independent order that Alfaru had never heard of before (not surprising since nothing ever really happened in his village), another was a freelance mercenary, and the third was a healer like himself, although this one seemed more suited to the job than Alfaru was (not that he was bad at what he did, but his ambitions were much too big for a simple healer). The only other thing he noticed was that none of the others displayed any overt prejudice towards him due to his mixed blood, which was a pleasant surprise. He was well aware of the tendency of some, particularly dwarves and elves, though humans were by no means exempt from the tendency, to dislike mixes, and he had endured some abuse for it, but he had not heard even a muttered slur from his traveling companions in the three days he had been with them.

They had come into the Anaar Fields, and the village of Avveel was in sight. The last stretch of their journey was in view, and it made Alfaru pick up his pace slightly, despite how tired he was. Before setting out on this journey, Alfaru had never traveled so much in a single day. He had never even left his village before he had heard the King's message. And now he had been traveling for just under two weeks, making camp in the wilderness if there were no villages nearby, waking up at the crack of dawn to continue his journey, and walking until sundown to cover as much distance as possible each day. He had been in good shape before beginning this journey, but in the ten days since he left his village, he had slimmed down slightly, and the angles of his face had sharpened just enough that Alfaru noticed it. It made him look more mature, combined with the stubble on his face from not being able to shave during the journey.

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Numair al-Din was not a fan of travelling. His feet hurt, and his back ached from not having time to properly pack it at the last stop. That was why for most of the journey, he wore a stern frown. Numair liked to work at extremes. Working hard to overcome a goal, or partying hard in a local inn, but travelling was travelling. It wasn't exciting or fun. It just had to be done.
With the village coming into sight, Numair smirked. The idea of a cold pint and a warm meal was pleasing to his travel-weary soul. Pulling his back further up his back, to retighten a strap that had come loose over the course of the journey. "Ah, finally." He readjusted the way his swords were hanging on his hip. "This town better have a tavern that serves decent beer." He paused as he considered his expectations of decent beer in a rural hamlet such as Avveel. "Or just beer." Numair decided the promise of decent beer that was served cold would be a bit much to ask for. Plus, to be fair, he couldn't give to shits how it tasted as long as it took the edge off. After travelling with this lot for the past three days, he's earned a drink, or three, or five.

With newfound energy, he continued on down the path with his merry band of friends. They were an interesting group. Numair wondered what sort of adventures a Mercenary, two healers and himself would get up to in the days to come. His hand brushed his coin pouch, seeing if he had enough to indeed get drunk in this town. He frowned as it was lighter than he would have liked. Numair sighed, as he remembered he forgot to receive his commission from the Order back in Giron. While it would carry over, and he would be able to collect twice as much next time he was heading that way, he wouldn't have enough to afford a room, and get drunk in this town. Numair just hoped against hope that the Order of the Raven had a satellite office in this hamlet where he could pick up a small commission. However, it was extremely unlikely.

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The road to Avveel is like all other roads. It gets shorter only by walking. There is no magic to it. Step by step you leave the Rocky Gate behind and head towards Avveel. The road bends ever so slightly to the right, turning more and more towards the South-East direction of the village. You can see that the way is quite flat. There aren't many remarkable dents or bumps worth mentioning in the topography of the field. Thus making it very easy to walk, regardless of being a gentle downhill.

Grass begins to take over for the rocks and gravel on both sides of the road. First in tufts of various sizes here and there, but soon covering the whole landscape. There are some farming fields in the distance. As the harvest season is about to begin soon. They are turning or are already different shades of yellow. You spot some fields of greener colours too, but because of the distance you can't quite yet discern what they are yet.

you are observing the group and are looking around, you notice a young boy in a shouting distance among the rocks and boulders closer to the foot of the mountain where grass doesn't grow. He is wearing a white tunic and sand colored ¾ long trousers. He looks somewhat skinny from where you are and has yellow-blonde hair. You can't quite discern what he is doing, but he is walking around, crouching and looking under smaller rocks. There aren't any adults besides the group you are travelling with around.

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Allett listened intently to Sylvaine as she described her weapons. A scimitar huh? It sounded more like a cooking spice. She chuckled softly but kept the thought to herself. Still, Sylvaine's scimitar had bright outlines of stars that practically glowed against the metal. Glancing down at her plain dagger, Allet wondered if she might have displayed more interest in swordplay with a sword like Sylvaine's. She hardly knew how to even wield the one she owned. Another skill she'd need to learn for this adventure. Part of Allet wanted to ask the elf more questions but she knew better. She muttered a thanks as Sylvaine returned the scimitar to her belt.

Keeping quiet for the remainder of the journey to Aveel, Allet kept her mind focused by thinking of various herbs and mixtures she brought with her. She often did this to help calm herself. A pleasant breeze brushed past her face and she breathed in the clean and familiar air. Even as an adult, she had a sense of excitement rush through her. Visiting Avveel had been her first adventure as a child. They weren't planning on staying long but it only felt fitting she stopped here before aiding the King in Helsset.

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Sylvaine felt the numbness of her legs that came with a long day's walk. It felt as though all the blood in her body were in her legs. Her mind idly wandered towards random thoughts. Maybe she should send a letter to her parents. It had been awhile and now that she was going to be working for the King there was something to write home about. Sylvaine very rarely received letters from her parents since she was always traveling, but there were times when she had stayed in a location for a while. Either because the job was taking time or simply because she liked it there. It was those times that Sylvaine would receive a letter from her parents. Usually, it was just about whatever new project they had taken on or about the village gossip, but it was still nice to hear from them every once in a while.

Sylvaine adjusted the leather sack over her shoulder and winced at the jangling of the few coins she had. She might have to strike a deal with the innkeeper if she wanted a bed tonight. If not, well, then it wouldn't be the first time she's made do in a stable or just outside the town. Besides, once she got to Helsset there were a few places she remembered that offered a nice place to stay for a night's work.The city always had jobs to be done and people to help. It had been years since she'd been to Helsset, but surely there had to be someone she remembered there.