[System]
Transformations:
Common Spider Species > Oculus Spider

Inventory:
Stomach Sac - 0/3 Slots Filled. Small Items only.

pg. 46
People Of interest.
 - Zieglar Blackgate = Elite Human Male, Knight Templar
 - Trent Bondeman = Human Male, Squire
religious Idol = the sun, made up of three main deities<Holy Spirits.
understanding of what they are/reward (does not make it true, simply what he believes.)
"Dhulfiqar" The King - Rewards decisions and team work that benefit the group, Loyalty to those around and under you, supports the Leader. A barbaric blood-drinking Sun Spirit whose following is limited to the deserts of Ashyra to the south
"Galatine" The Protector - Rewards courage and bravery to stand your ground to protect and fight for others either through words or actions. Doesn't care what side of a conflict is chosen as long as a side is chosen. the one who protects, the one who brings growth and life widely revered all across Viskard.
"Claidheamh" The Mother - Rewards growth and prosperity, weather it be food or wealth as long as what is gathered is shared and wealth not horded. so that everyone may grow and be strong. An ancient Sun Spirit from the Shiri people
Theme:

Andrews Song – End of Silence (youtu.be/--GloEz01Zo)

Gender:

Male

Species:

Pixie

Appearance:

Ardur looks like a small person with light fair skin, shoulder length green hair, Golden glimmering eyes, and wings that look similar to green leaves. A few things stand out on his person. There are three round dark spots on his chest and back. Also his hands are stained purple up to his wrists.

Goals:

Ardur simply wishes to be Strong. Strong enough to protect others and take care of them. He will do what he must to push others so they can also grow and be better.

- become worshiper of the sun and spread its influence.

New personality traits: Impulsive, Slightly crazy, Inquisitive, Courageous, Maybe a bit stupid, Opportunistic, lacks empathy towards most others.

Ardur was once known as Travis Smith and worked and lived in the weird city of Portland Oregon. Now Travis had a rather normal upbringing with nothing too significant happening to him. He had parents that worked in industry. His father, worked with shipping containers as a foreman. His mother, worked with air cargo as a manager. Both did rather well for their family and kept them in a modest home. He had two younger sisters, twins actually. Both were dead set on joining the navy after they graduated.

Now Travis learned early on through volunteer work with his high school, that helping others was what he wanted to do. So instead of joining up with the military, was able to get a few scholarships and went into paramedic courses and physical trainer classes. Both of which he excelled at, finding his purpose in helping others. He did adopt a strange and sometimes dark sense of humor through this to deal with the stressful work environment of a paramedic. he filled his down time with listening and singing along to a variety of different modern and classic music as well as watching nature documentary's to help him relax.

For a time his life was good. He did what he could to help others through work and volunteering. Travis learned more about himself then he expected too. Working one week on one week off was a bit of a pain but it allowed him to work with some local athletes in his free time. Travis eventually found himself to be quiet in the company of others, always with a smile on his face. He did tend to be a bit pushy toward the people he was working with. He wanted to see them grow and be great. Somehow he adopted a protective side to him as well, especially towards his friends or the people he loved. This protective instinct would eventually lead to his down fall.

Travis, now 32, was going to be married in three months to a beautiful short red head named Sara, who just so happened to be a couple months pregnant. Sara was the one person who could really light a fire under him and get him to do anything. She was his motivation to be better, she was his muse. The last night he would be working was a stormy one. Just past midnight with rain, wind, and thunder. A strong winter storm. He was called out with his partner to a domestic. Apparently the husband beat his wife up pretty bad then ran out into the night.

The two paramedics didn't think anything of it. It wasn't the first time they had been called out to something like this and it wouldn't be the last. The police officers that stayed at the residence called out that the scene was safe as they approached. A severely beaten female sat on the hood of one of the police cars. Travis and his partner approached her and began to asses her injuries. The police officers were nearby interviewing some neighbors when it happened. He saw him out of the corner of his eye. A man brandishing a revolver came at them from in between a few houses intent on killing the woman.

Travis didn't think he only reacted. Grabbing the woman and turning away from the man he tried to push her away and around the ambulance. He remembered hearing thunder and a scream. The thunder rang out three times but all he felt was cold as he hit the wet pavement. Several other flashes of lights and thunder rang out into the night as the last thing he remembers was thinking that Sara was going to kill him for this. The blurry and muted voice of his partner and the other officers continued in his head until everything faded, and he was alone and cold.

Then suddenly there was light and a voice talking about rebirth and demon kings. He thought he was hallucinating and thought this was just some sort of way his body dealt with the sudden loss of function, so he decided to play along. So many choices he wondered which one would suit him? The slime seemed nice but strange, the dire Rat just reminded him of filth and garbage. Then there was a wisp it seemed more of a loner and mysterious.

The goblin simply reminded him of stories of greed and madness, both things he dealt with regularly before and wasn't too keen on continuing that. The serpent seemed interesting but seemed more designed to inflict lasting pain or torture and that wasn't what he stood for. Finally, he was introduced to the Pixie. A strange creature sure, weaker than the others but a healer. Something that supports groups without inflicting too much pain. This is what he decided on and in an instant he felt cold again but also strange like waking up from a bad dream.

[User]
@Guy0fV4lor @ReusableSword @Gardevoiran @Kazemitsu @floodtalon @ReusableSword

Danny had no idea why Jason was suddenly yelling at the Goblin for digging what he assumed to be an escape tunnel and found it even stranger that he was yelling at the Dire Rat just for touching the crystal. The Slime's reasons became a lot more clear when he mentioned something controlling him.

As he looked around the small cave for a hiding spot or emergency exit just in case Danny realized that he had been there on his first day. Back then a green Slime brought him there ""Could that have been Jason? Nah aside from the color they look nothing alike."

Before he could really ponder it though Jason took off towards something at full speed.

Abilities:
* Mana Orb I and II
* Lesser Force
* Levitation
* Monster Analysis I
* Meditate I

Transformations:

Inventory:

[Assistant]
Mourningstar

Welp, this was a miserable failure of a helmet. However, this could be a great hat! "Yeah, this isn't quite what I had in mind but..." As she pondered the possibilities of using Rattleskull's head and doing her best to ignore the horrendous smell, she glanced over at her comrades who were in the process of evolution. This sure was taking a while huh. More innards were removed, including the tongue and any other fleshy bits, and the new hat was stuck on her head with guts strewn all about the floor.

"Mid-boss, I sees da--KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH?!" Mourningstar swung her gaze over to the goblins, probably too quickly as her hat immediately flew off in some direction, and smirked at their shocked expressions. Welp, time to scare the ever loving shit out of them and make them go away. Even she wasn't dumb enough to think that she could take on 3 Goblins at once, especially when she only had the mana for two Mana Shots.

"Indeed, be very afraid foolish green skins! I have defeated your leader with my arcane-"

"Dey killed da Boss by gangin' up on 'em, but look! There's just one left now!"

"Ok wow, rude. I did this all by myself, so you should really be more scared of me than you are, unless you're just that stupid." A Mana Blade was charged up to cut one's head off and scare them off, but of course life had other plans.

"Mourningstar! Stand down!"

Jesus christ she hated how he did that. Just assuming everyone would just follow his orders, no room for debate, listen to me or die. Made her so fucking angry, she absolutely hated being ordered around. And while in her past life she would have listened without saying anything, letting her resentment build, this was not her past life. And so, War Cry I forced her attention onto him.

"Would you shut the fuck up!" Mourningstar turned to Jason with a look of abject rage, covered in blood and specks of Bugbear innards as she glared at Jason. And then her concentration broke. Her Mana Blade was released, soaring through the air and cutting into Jason with fury and raw magical energy. Her expression immediately changed to one of panic, she didn't mean to do that. "Oh shit, oh shit oh shit oh shit-" A tactical retreat would be required, she also needed to find Digbie and Rain to get the hell out of here.

She rushed over to Oberon's strange cocoon and grabbed him, pushing her Lesser Force to it's limits as she poured all her points into it. That would bump it to 2.7, hopefully her carrying Oberon as fast as possible away from here would train it enough to level it up again. "He killed Rattleskull, not me!" Yeah it was a pretty shitty thing to do in all honesty. But this was a kill or be kill world, and she kinda wanted Jason to be killed. She just wouldn't do it is all, killing humans directly crossed a line she wasn't quite ready to cross yet.

[User]
Ardur The Pixie  Strange occurrence's >>>> So sleepy /// day 8 // Evening / Location - home

Weird. The slime that he followed here was being very weird. Spouting off about undead and dungeon boss then ordering him to stay here with the others to defend some weird crystal. Before Ardur could voice his opinion the slime took off calling for one of the others to come with him. The vomit smelled funny like wet dog, maybe it was the rats he smelled. Strange.

Ardur wasn't happy with being left there with others he barely knew, come to think of it he barely knew any of them. "Well you guys have fun here, I am out of mana, nearly out of stamina, and I need to sleep. So in the words of Eric Cartmen. Screw you guy's, I'm going home." The pixie smiled at the others and then began his flight back to his small hole in the wall. All that talk about undead and dungeon monsters was something he could deal with later.

The pixie wasn't really that tired but was starting to feel his eyes get a little heavy as he yawned. Who knew fighting could be so exhausting, Ardur was able to catch a few small flying insects on the way back to his hollow for Steve. He wanted to check out the new Taming I ability. He also used half of his remaining stamina on purpose while trying to up Lesser Flight III as well.

Once he returned to his home and crawled inside, the crystals in the ceiling that gave the small burrow its light seemed to have grown. The pale creature immediately took to finding his friend by dropping a few of the insects on his interior web. The spider was quick to skitter to the prey that was struggling in the webs. Ardur remembered the message that was given to him about the skill but still wasn't too keen on how it worked. While the spider wrapped its food, Ardur reached out to it and attempted to use Taming I.

Whether the skill worked on the spider or not, the pixie would spend a little while longer doing basic exercises. Push-ups, sit ups, squats, jumping jacks, workouts and stretches that used his body weight in an attempt to achieve the last two points necessary for Stronger I. Knowing full well that this will use up the last of his stamina, he would still try to push through the system warnings until he passed out in his home.

Level: 4

Health: Full
Mana: Depleted
Stamina: Depleted

Inventory: N/A

Clothes: N/A

Weapons: N/A

Magic/Skills: Shield II, Lesser Flight III, Minor Heal III, Physical Conditioning I, Fire Resistance I, Taming I, Fireball I

Kills for current level:


[System]
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Human

Appearance: Slender with an ample bosom, Cecilia stands proudly at 5'10, her very countenance exuding the sense of someone who's accustomed to being noticed. Her pearly complexion and vibrant amber eyes can frame her appearance as either cute or mature depending on her expression, and her hair, a pale lilac that turns silver in the right lighting, is left long enough to trail down to her waist.

Height: 5'10
Eye Color: Amber
Hair Color: Lilac

Personality: In a word, Cecilia is forceful. Though technically a runaway now, she still has the presence of a daughter of nobility, overbearing and accustomed to getting what she wants. Her emotions show freely on her face, because she fears nothing at all (except for the eventuality of being caught by her parents' knights and being dragged back home). Bright ideas come to mind easily, and her personality is such that she works to get everyone else on board with her when she's gotten interested in something. The more the merrier, and Cecilia doesn't particularly mind who's on board, so long as many are on board. A natural socialite, it seems odd at first that she would have escaped the ballrooms and opera houses of the aristocratic elite to muck it out in the mud as a solo adventurer/fashion designer, but there is a thread there still.

There is nothing natural about being a socialite in high society; Cecilia has only felt free and unemcumbered when chasing her dual dreams of wearing fancy dresses and slaying evil monsters. If she can accomplish the former with her own efforts, there isn't exactly much reason for her to stay around the mansion, no? She does miss her friends though, even if they were probably only pretending to be friends in order to curry favour with the Tonitrus family. Ah well, life's a journey, and a solo one at that.

History
The Oligarchy of Illiserev stands at the center of the world, not because of any divine ordnance or kingly command, but because they were the ones who drew the best maps, the ones who established the most illustrious Cartographer's Guild on the continent. Adventurers know Illiserev as the Forge of Explorers. Merchants know Illiserev as the End of All Paths. The grand Cephora Mountain Range upon which Illiserev's capital city is built at the base of feeds a network of rivers that stretch out towards the rest of the continent, and this forms the backbone of Illiserev's trade. With well-paved roads leading towards the kingdom and fast-flowing rivers leading out from the kingdom, the merchant-aristocrats of Illiserev boast wealth that would make the nobility of other nations green with envy, and the dozens of trade agreements Illiserev has between various kingdoms and principalities has shielded it from military conflict. Though various religious or knightly orders may be displeased with the cutthroat machinations of the wealthy merchant-aristocrats, no one has yet to truly act upon their displeasure: some small evils can easily be overlooked in favor of the pleasures and novelties brought forth in the wagons of Illiserev's wagons.

Cecilia Tonitrus, thirdborn daughter of the illustrious Duke Sarkuz Tonitrus, was never all that interested in the schemes and politics of her peers, however. Charming and generous, with a penchant for reading heroic tales, the young lady was pampered by her servants and guards growing up, taken on excursions throughout the nation. Her father didn't particularly care; he focused his attention on his heirs, Cecilia's older siblings, leaving her to do as she wished. So long as she didn't bring shame upon her family, the thirdborn was allowed to indulge in whatever her spoiled self desired. She threw grand tea parties, learned arts both martial and arcane, decked herself in beautiful dresses she'd discard the day after, ran amok through the estate grounds, and was generally the weirdest mixture of a dainty lady with fine taste in clothing and a rambunctious tomboy who thought herself as invincible.

That changed, though, when the Tonitrus heirs were slain, assassinated. The culprit committed suicide rather than risk capture, and suddenly, Sarkuz decided that he could not be so lax with his children. Before the grieving period had even passed, the amount of guards that oversaw the protection of his children practically tripled, and suddenly, they weren't able to go anywhere beyond the walls of the main estate. Cecilia hated that. She hated it even more that the whole business of the assassination was swept under the rug by her father, who still valued public opinion enough that he chose to keep quiet, rather than appear as an incompetent protector to his peers in asking for their aid. As those emotional wounds became scabs, scars, Cecilia's sense of suffocation grew and grew. The freedom in her childhood was no more, even though she should be more free as an adolescent, and she yearned for it enough that she wanted to scream.

Instead, she waited, watched, memorized, reconsidered, and pulled everything together. Her freedom was selfish and inconsiderate, an act that would only cause her father's hair to whiten further, but she would pursue it anyways.

One night, she slipped away from her estate and ran as far as she could.

She never stopped.
Level: 20
Class: Spellblade
Profession:
Seamstress [Novice]
Performer [Journeyman]
Stats:
Strength (STR): C
Vitality (VIT): D
Dexterity (DEX): B
Intellect (iNT): B
Wisdom (WIS): D
Charisma (CHA): C

List of Immunities:
N/A

Resistances:
Lightning

Weaknesses:
N/A

Equipment:
Ensorcelled Spear - A winged spear, 2.5 meters in length. Well-made and finely balanced, with arcane conduits inscribed upon the haft to let it function as a spellcasting focus.

Blasted Wand - A wand made from the branch of a lightning-struck tree, or so the maker of it claims. Relatively cheap, but serves its purpose as a back up.

Combat Dress - Customized for greater aesthetic flair by Cecilia. Though it looks much more visually pleasing, it has the functionality of well-made leather armor.

Travelling Boots - Sturdy boots that increases the movement speed of the wearer. An adventurer's staple.

Skills & Spells:
Returnerer - Passive. All objects thrown by Cecilia, if empowered by her magic, will return to her hand after striking their target. Travels at the same speed they were thrown at, and takes the straightest path possible, accounting for terrain but not accounting for moving objects.

Storm's Boon - Empower one's weapon with lightning, increasing damage and adding a paralytic effect that increases with each consecutive hit. When thrown, the weapon discharges residual lightning on impact to create a small blast, before flying back into the wielder's hands.

Zephyrus Aria - Surround one's self with a flowing armor of wind, redirecting physical blows and ranged attacks. When released, generates a burst of wind outwards, blowing everyone around one's self away. Does not protect against energy-based magical attacks.

Lightning Bolt - Unleash a bolt of lightning from one's hand or spellcasting focus, capable of sundering all that lay in its path with thunderous force. A powerful spell with a steep cost, but most definitely Cecilia's trump card in terms of destructive power.

Accelerate - Enhances speed and perception, making one faster and more precise. Don't leave home without this.

Double Jump - Jump in the air twice. Useful when platforming.

[User]
Well that was good, the silent clown and the noblewoman weren't hostile so long as they weren't hostile. He did give the pair a once over and wasn't impressed by them. Either really agile, or magic users. His ears twitched when he heard a strange sound, like ice breaking. It was too warm for ice to be here...and it was up? He glanced up just in time to catch the disco lights from the breaking star, but not the cause of it considering pisspoor angle.

And now a few seconds of loud sound, and everything was done. Then came a panicked yell making his eyes narrow. Feminine judging by the more shrill tones. He released Vani's gorget, letting him slump to the floor fully now, before crouching down. "I'm gonna investigate that yell." He said before lunging upwards. He didn't need buffs to make a good height of ten feet, and the stonework had plenty of finger holds for him. Well, more like claw holds.

He pulled himself upward, his claws slipping between the gaps of the stonework, his feet only providing some slight upward push since the 'claws' of his boots were quite thick and didn't fit in the gaps as well. The further up he went the more clear peoples voices were. He quickly reached the top and carefully peered over the edge. Three women, a young looking male, and nothing else. From here he listened in, curious about what was going on since he didn't see anything particularly threatening.

[Assistant]
Yinha Karathros

---

Wait, what was that sound-?

The well-endowed elven mage looked up just as Kaze seemingly did, before the odd sound seemed to be followed by a spectacle that left Yinha's eyes shooting open wide. A massive burst of light that seemed to emanate from the top of the tower...where the star had fallen. Alongside the unnatural silence, it seemed somewhat more akin to the magic that her very teacher knew. Safe to say, this was something that set off some alarm bells in the Angelic Mage's mind, but even more so outright stunned her for those seconds that felt like a forever before the sound came back.

And whose voice was that, which came right after in some kind of shriek?!

"Is someone hurt?! Wait for me!!!"

The mage called out in an almost frantic voice, giving an apologetic motion to Artemisia with her hands in haste as Vani was now placed in her care. Then the angelic summon came over, however, and picked Yinha up underneath the arms as it tried to hurriedly carry her up to the tower's top.

Admittedly the summon seemed to struggle slightly, but while it wasn't on par with Kaze's climbing skills it was doing its job at least. Bit by bit the elf and her bodacious bosom moved up into the air, the angelic mage and her summon scooting up and up to try to reach the right height. Those upon the tower's top would come to eventually see a statuesque being with wings on it, carrying in its obviously struggling arms the elven mage (who wasn't bad on the eyes at least). Though as she looked at the situation, Yinha let her summon know to drop her off on the tower's top...though as soon as the message was given-

"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!""

Safe to say, the Guardian wasn't wanting to carry her weight more than it had to in this particular instance. Tumbling over the side, the High Elf's body pitched forward as she hit the ground and abysmally failed to stick the landing. While it was a rather negligible distance, and she wouldn't be tumbling off the top of the tower, such a sudden drop was not something she had been prepared for either. Thus, with all the grace of a caffeine-addled elephant with four left feet, Yinha ultimately fell flat on her face in front of the assembled group on the tower's top.

Truly a graceful sort of beauty.

[User]
Well, if the Imperials weren't aware of shit going on before, they definitely were going to be aware of it now.

As the light faded, and the celestial maiden turned out to be much less maidenly than Cecilia figured, the spearwoman turned, stepping off closer to the edge in search of any sign of immediate danger. Well, there was the Lizardman, climbing up. And there was an elf floating up as well. Locke and Arte looked like they weren't doing anything about 'em. Had a deal been struck? Or...

Naw, it was probably fineeeeeee.

Squatting by the edge, Cecilia waited until the Lizardman reached all the way up, poking his head up from the platform, before smiling at him. "Hello," she said, "We're actually just about to leave now, so could you move?" How long had the flash gone on for? How much time did they have before this place was teeming with military? It was a race now, for sure. A hell of a race. A sprint and a marathon, combined! Hopping up to her feet, the spearwoman slapped her calves, loosening them up, before turning back to the confused maiden.

"This must be very confusing for you right now, Maiden, but understand that we mean you no harm. This kiddo here is Ciel, and that's Annabelle over there. I'm Cecilia myself, the lizard over there is a stranger, and that elf is also a stranger...so this must all be very strange for you." She chuckled, but the grip on her Ensorcelled Spear was tightening.

"Imperials gonna be swarming around this place now. Not certain if a star-maiden such as you would know of them, but they're bad news and will probably want to do dirty deeds of the bloodline-boosting type to you. So it's probably in your best interest to make yourself scarce, right? Not to, y'know, presume or anything."

Would really be nice if Arte or Locke sent a sign. Cecilia really wasn't certain if she should yeet the lizardman and the elf off the tower or not.


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Female

Appearance: Come on, then~!
Standing at a decent 5'7", Yumiko's swapped out her regular shrine maiden-esque garb for more... Contemporary clothes.
Like a T-shirt and jeans, for example. The usual.

Personality: With boundless energy and an eye for the unnatural, Yumiko's not the kind of person to lay low and spy on people. She's quite energetic, often times rushing off to drag whoever it is that has her attention for the moment to wherever it is that she so pleases. She isn't really aggressive as much as she is enthusiastic, and most of the time her actions have little to no undertones of malice. In fact, she's kind of amicable to most people that aren't complete jerks. However, her personal desire for equality has led to a more bitter side of Yumiko to develop, one that knows that the world is flawed and wants to overhaul it as a whole to resolve that issue.

Skills: Given that she has to know how water and light reflect and reflect differently under different circumstances, Yumiko has thus learned every facet of light particle-wave duality and their interaction with other surfaces; her illusions are also incredibly lifelike because of her interest in photography, which also led to her bringing along a camera for the trip over. She's quite a good cook (and she has to be, given how inheritance work and all that) and can back a mean punch for any thugs brave enough to cross her path.

Abilities: As a third-generation magus from a branch family, Yumiko's magic circuits are relatively widespread, but her offensive capabilities are incredibly weak as a whole. In fact, she specializes in using paper charms in order to manipulate both water and light to a great extent. She also has the ability to create barriers that can mitigate impacts strong enough to rend a normal man unconscious- or worse. This is limited by the number of charms she has, however; once her supply runs dry, she's basically a sitting duck. The larger the scale of magecraft, the more charms it requires. She cannot stack spells one on top of the other, but she can layer up to two barriers at once.

Brief Backstory: Yumiko comes from a small branch family of magi who have diverged from the old main branch in terms of style and application; though by the definition of lineage they have not inherited the Magic Crest, they HAVE learned the clan's core teachings, and as such have derived their own form of magic from it. Yumiko herself is a third-generation magus, having inherited her abilities from her mother at a young age and has striven to train them ever since. The branch family, however, has been looked upon as nothing by tools by the main family, which Yumiko had hated ever since she was aware of the fact. When the news of a new Grail War met the family's ears, the main branch immediately got to work setting up their designated heir to win them the coveted wish. She, however, had different plans; convincing her parents to send her off in secret under the guise of studying abroad, Yumiko flew to Redrock in hopes of fixing what she thought was flawed with her family as a whole.

[User]
Uriel Cabaluna

The blinding light that came from the ritual was justified as what came out of it was quite... something to say the least that was on Uriel's mind. 'The lancer class hmm? I guess that is better than what I expected myself to summon, thank god it wasn't the berserker class' He thought to himself with a pang of relief as Lancer told him the basics of who he was. Tracing Lancer's armor that slightly gleamed in the darkness, also following the lines of his body as Uriel got closer. "I guess those marble figures aren't really that off, huh?" He said in surprise, looking at the destroyed mannequin which creepily looked similar to Lancer but with more splinters and less flesh along with the projected equipment it had on for the ritual now gone. He had went through the trouble of having the wooden thing carved to look like the statue but never thought it would actually summon the real deal... Well, that was good for himself then.

"Anyway my name is Uriel and I am indeed the one who summon you, thus your master. With that over, I need to do something before we can proceed." He said with a sigh as he pulled out a flat screwdriver from his back pocket as he walked forward before kneeling down as he chipped away an inch of paint away from the two layer of circles that were on the floor. Proceeding to do the same with the other two layer of circles that were also painted onto the sealing, dissipating the magical barrier surrounding the two. It was just... safety concerns that anyone with experience summoning should do before making a contract, especially with the possibility of getting a Beserker. He doubted that these safety precautions would have helped if these heroic spirits really wanted to take him down, but preciouses seconds were still seconds needed to escape. Once finished, he tossed the tool which had already began slightly chipping in the darkness which it would soon dissipate as it was merely a projection.

Once that was over, Uriel opened the door that lead to the house above leaking moonlight into the basement " Come Lancer, lets acquaint ourselves if you wish to do that. If not then follow me still, I should make you familiar with the location that we are at before we can be comfortable." He said briefly waiting for Lancer for a few moments before deciding against it as he headed up without waiting to hear his answer. With the sounds of his footsteps being heard on the creaking floors of the building. Taking the time for Lancer to get upstairs to disarm the failsafe which he set up incase the summoning went wrong... It suddenly hit him how cautious he was that he should just wear a tin foil hat sometimes, but tossed the silly idea aside as he waited for Lancer once he was done.

[Assistant]
Kazuma Nakamura

It certainly was dark in the catacombs, Nakamura reflected, as he finished his preparations. It seemed appropriate for what he was doing, and the servant he hoped to summon. Maybe that particular goal made him as mad as his target. Just a couple of mad people, lost in the darkness and never to be found. He shivered, pulling his jacket closed around his shoulders. It wasn't warm either. Felt as though the town itself was tense, waiting in anticipation.

He smiled to himself as he completed the circle. He knew he was powerful enough for this. Heretics they may be, but his family were still old, and his power reflected that. Once his servant was summoned, and he'd taken the Grail, he'd never have to hide away in the darkness again. Looking over his work one last time, his smile widened. Now he just needed to remember his chant.

The difficulty, of course, came with making sure he received his intended servant and making sure said servant didn't tear him apart. He had the feeling that his ritual wasn't perfect, so it would take a great deal of magic power to ensure it worked correctly. Problems that resulted from his family's separation included a lack of teaching in certain areas.

"The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.
 Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill).
 Repeat every five times.
 Simply, shatter once filled."

It actually didn't seem too bad to begin with, although he could feel perhaps a slight strain. He knew it would get much more difficult once his alterations came in.

"Your self is under me, my fate(doom) is in your sword.
 In accordance with the approach of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer."

Now. He had to change it, to ensure that he would receive his intended servant, even without a catalyst. Hopefully his incantation would work. He'd translated it himself, loosely, from texts that his family had 'borrowed' from the Mages Association.

"You will serve as a slave to madness.
For you would be made a prisoner of bloodlust.
I will be the one to conduct your rage."

He felt it, suddenly. The burning amplified, as the power increased. It was all he could do to avoid crying out, his magic circuit struggling to handle the power. But he had to finish the ritual, he had to summon this Servant, even if it damn near killed him. It was the only way for him to punish the Mages' arrogance.

"You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance-!"

With that, the pain spiked harshly as the summoning truly began, but he looked up at the site, unable to safely rest quite yet. If he did not make it know him as its master, then he would be in much more pain shortly and probably significantly less alive. Red mist coated the site of the summoning, leaving him unable to see the face of his servant. He spoke with authority and stubborn determination to hide his pain.

"Heroic spirit, whoever you may be, hear me speak! My name is Kazuma Nakamura, and I tell you this."

Standing up straight again, some of his usual confidence returned to his voice as the pain truly faded, his servant summoned.

"I am your master!"

[User]
Lancer
Flavor

Lancer was no magic user, but even he knew how complicated his master had made his safety net. Why, the Servant didn't know, and honestly didn't care except to wonder how far to careful, careful was. Silently treading over to join his master, he dismissed his shield and spear, and removed his helmet. Placing the helm in the crook of his arm, Lancer mussed his curly mane of blonde hair with his free hands, before tilting his head sideways and staring at his Master questioningly.

"Master," Lancer began in his rumbling voice, "Isn't this a waste of energy and resources? I do not understand your paranoia. Caution is a healthy trait, but to much can be crippling."

[Assistant]
Izisviel von Einzbern

Hefting the enormous slab of stone over her shoulder like it wasn't several times her own weight, Izisviel set about introducing Saber to the only four people she needed to know about for this war whilst heading to the currently sparsely-furnished living room to actually discuss the War.

"I am Izisviel von Einzbern, and the fifth Einzbern to enter into a Grail War, with a proxy working for us on the other occasion," she said, scowling at the mention of a proxy. Hadn't that worked out so well? She'd not been able to fight for the Grail's survival without hearing about how much he managed to destroy by chance, "The small maid is Lotus, the tall one is Cinquefoil, and the last is Hydrangea. I doubt that she will warm to you in the short duration of the war, so don't expect her to say much."

The white-haired homunculus availed herself of part of the cushioned sofa that had been part of the basic furnishings acquired, and after Saber had picked her own place, asked "Saber, how do you prefer to fight?" Obviously, she wasn't after Saber's choice of weapon...

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Archer

"Whatever a beauty such as yourself needs," Archer stated, grinning and dismissing the bow to free their hands before scooping up the Japanese girl and holding her close to a lightly armoured chest, then... standing around waiting to be given directions. There were better places to get acquainted than in the middle of a forest, though Archer found such a location perfectly suitable for meeting new people, but... they didn't yet know the way out.

[User]
Saber

The short, dark-haired young woman nodded quietly in acknowledgement to each of the maids as they were introduced. Excellent, her Master possessed a full set of Servants for care of the home. Saber herself had some capabilities in this respect, but was not entirely keen on spending her summoning on home care. As such, the existence of maidservants was quite pleasing for the warrior girl, to say the least. Quietly, she proceeded after her Master, and when the white-haired girl sat on the couch, Saber went down on her knees, hands placed lightly on her lap as she sat back in this position.

She was prepared to receive orders and make explanations, as of now.

"Einzbern-sama," she began, "My preference in battle is for honorable combat against a single foe. However, this is limited only to foes who are deserving of such consideration. I will swiftly eliminate those who perform actions that cannot be thought of as anything but evil without mercy."

Saber's gaze shifted slightly upwards, towards the pale figure on the couch.

"And it cannot be said that I falter in full-blown warfare."

[Assistant]
Yumiko let out a little yelp as Archer picked her up, fumbling around as she tried to get into a position to get onto her feet normally. To say that this response wasn't something she didn't see coming would be an... Understatement.

"A-ah! I asked for some help getting to my feet, not a princess carry! I'm fine now! Fine!" she said, quickly scrambling to free herself from Archer's grasp and pushed herself out of her Servant's grasp, managing (by some miracle) to land on her feet, albeit somewhat unsteadily. Honestly, what kind of partner had she gotten herself here...?

"A-anyways, Archer..." the girl trailed off, brushing her clothes off before turning to the Servant in question. "Just follow the dirt path along this way and we'll be back at town. From there, stick close to me and I'll show you back to my place, alright? It won't do if you can't find your way back if I send you out for something, after all."

With that, Yumiko let out a little huff and began to walk down the path, glancing back to see if Archer was following suit.

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Lancer

This Master... Could she really not understand what the point he was trying to make was? Regardless of information she could glean, boasting of their chances was--!

With a sigh, Lancer shook his head in slight disappointment at the girl's naivety. Her comments seemed to only further exacerbate the problem, which he would no doubt find vexing in the future.

"You would do well to keep that ego in check in the future. Great men fall because they are too busy aiming for the sky as their feet are tied down by those supposedly 'under' them," he sighed, shaking his head before returning to the more... Pressing matters at hand. "Regardless, I an not swift with my blade or my body, but I will strike through all that stands in our way; you have my guarantee on that."

Stroking his beard, Lancer shook his head in disapproval at Fio's eagerness to jump into combat against other Masters. This girl... She was certainly reckless, wasn't she?

"With that state of mind, you will almost certainly fall into traps laid out by our enemies. I suggest that you be proactive, but not reckless, in search of enemies. The stupidly proud will be the first to move openly; the ones we should worry about are those still lying in wait. Let us pull our enemies from their hiding spots, rather than us dive into them instead, lest we meet our own demise at their hands."

This was, after all, a Grail War. There was no benefit in being too cautious, but no merit in charging into battle headfirst; taking the middle ground to start was the safest option to a clean victory here.


[System]
Species: Human

Gender: Female

Age: 34

Nationality: Outreman, previously citizen of Angjusk

Occupation: Deputy head of department - Cradle Research & Development

Cybernetics:
* Cradle quick-access implant - Allows access to and from the Cradle environment without additional hardware. This advanced module also reduces fatigue caused by the process, allowing power users multiple entries in a single day.
* Tier 7c 'Cradle Builder' suite - Grants access to the programs created specifically for 'terraforming' the Cradle. Tier 7 out of 20 allows Freyr to auto-build a variety of specialised equipment and propose-build mid level structures.
* Ilyes Brand communication and productivity module - Standard implant for access to Outremer's communications network. Also integrates with many well known productivity tools like a personal assistant, as well as more bespoke scientific tools.

Backstory:
Freyr was born on Angjusk, an older colony than Outremer that was renowned for its military materiel, particularly star ships.

Her mother was an innovations tsar assigned by the government to a consortium of the planet's largest ship manufacturers. During most of Freyr's childhood, her mother's sole task was making sure Angjusk battle fleets were the best money could buy in the Diaspora.

Before she was born, her father owned and operated a series of protein farms across Angjusk. After a chance encounter at a lobby meeting, he was headhunted to co-ordinate the military industrial complex's entire food supply chain. He also met his future wife, as it was Freyr's mother who had recommended him for the job on that fateful day in the lobby.

Freyr was born five years later. Her early life was a whirlwind of schooling, snatches of intimacy with her parents (when they weren't busy) and extended periods with friends. She discovered a natural capacity for learning and excelled in her studies. So much so that she received offers from universities across the Diaspora to come and develop with them.

Her mother and father both pressured her to consider diplomas like Interplanetary Relations or Agrarian Policy. However Freyr was not interested in pursuing a career in politics. Angjusk has been involved in at least a dozen small conflicts since Freyr had been born. She had seen how politicians would destroy entire cultures for the sake of influence, and wanted none of it.

In her first act of defiance, Freyr accepted a position at a school in Babylon, the main city of a far away frontier colony called Outremer. Driven more by the desire to have time away from her planet than by the subjects on offer, she researched what Outremer was known for. It was here that she first discovered the object powering this section of the Diaspora - the Cradle.

She quickly became obsessed with its untapped potential and seemingly unknowable past. She decided to pursue Xenobiology and Machine Intelligence as her subjects of interest, voraciously consuming the knowledge gathered so far on the Cradle.

It was here at the university that she met her future partner, David, who was studying art history. Isolated from her family and friends, alone on a strange planet, Freyr was glad of his unassuming company and kindness. They grew very close over the course of their degrees, and moved in together after graduation. Their daughter Amy was born a few years later.

After Uni, Freyr was picked up by an Outremer administration outreach team and placed in a government career fast lane. Her obsession with the Cradle made her an obvious choice for the Cradle Research & Development department. Once there, she quickly proved herself capable. Several breakthroughs in her first five years meant she was allowed to hand select a team of dynamic young individuals to help pursue her work. A couple more catapulted her into a deputy head of department role, to the ire of some of it's older and more entrenched members.

It was on her 34th birthday that the Cradle abducted her family. It had been acting strangely for weeks prior, rolling back years of terraforming. Freyr had been working round the clock to figure out why, practically living at her field office by the Border. David had bought sweet treats and had Amy with her.

What can only be described as creatures emerged from beyond the Border and overran the camp. A panic spread through the mostly unarmed workers, leading many to flee for their lives. Freyr's last memory of her family was being propelled across the camp by one of the creatures. She could only watch from her position immobile on the floor as they carried off her husband and little girl.

Security forces conducted a sweep of the immediate area beyond the Border, but found no sign of them. So Freyr began looking by herself as soon as her broken bones were reconstructed. Months went by. Her work stopped and her mental health deteriorated. Eventually she was placed on sick leave and her access revoked, after she attempted to use her influence to organise an armed excursion deep into the uncontrolled zone.

[User]
Well...the water probably won't kill us.." Dr Wetherall concluded, peering at his suit's readouts from the water experiment. "At least not right away. It's chock full of microorganisms and minerals, but nothing innately poisonous to Humans or Rothians." He sent the results to Ngata's suit, who stooped over his left arm's holo-readout to see for himself. "Perhaps i will have that swim, after all." 595 smirked. "Maybe they'll have some bathing suits where we're headed."

"Focus up." Thebes ordered, the sight of his energy rifle scanning the land, water and cliffs in front of them.The trees rustled, as if whispering to one another. They advanced in an uneasy silence for a few minutes, keeping an even distance between the water's edge and the cliff faces around the basin's border. It wasn't until they'd made it halfway round the lake in peace that a loud flap and an animalistic scream disturbed the uneasy quiet. Acting on impulse 595 turned, locked her legs, pulled her pistol out and fired up at the object she found barrelling toward them. Several others from the team fired as well.

A bundle of leathery wings fell from the sky. 595 stepped in front of Dr Wetherall, shooting at the object a couple more times as it rapidly approached them. However she didn't get to see the results of her handiwork. Almost too fast for the eye to see, one of the nearby trees exploded into action, snatching the creature out of the air as it lost altitude. The fibrous tendrils of the tree engulfed it entirely, until something crunched loudly. The tree trunk then rocked back and forth, and the boughs ejected the crippled creature straight into the cold dark of the lake with a splash.

The water quickly submerged the ailing creature; it squealed as it was sucked down under the surface.

[Assistant]
While Rareth could have fired sooner, she had taken those few extra moments to try and assess how much of a threat the creature really was. Still, she could not entirely fault the agent for firing. Everything about its body language and movement did suggest aggressive intent. It was strange that it would try to attack such a large group, but then again, as a flying creature, perhaps it just hoped to pick one of them off.

In any case, it was not the flyer that was revealed to be the greatest source of worry. The trees around them, it seemed, were more than just stationary plants. In retrospect, Rareth perhaps should have been suspicious of them. Bioluminescence could be used to lure or dazzle prey. Though, she was not sure if the trees were predatory, exactly. The tree had not consumed the flyer, but rather attacked and tossed it away. It may have been more of a defense mechanism, in which case the lights were probably warnings.

"Move carefully and keep away from the trees." Rareth said calmly. She was glad they had taken the less dense pathway. "We do not know what will set them off, so just try not to agitate them."

[User]
"Why did you do that?" Dr Ngata complained, looking at the agent as she holstered her pistol. "I was watching it, and that creature wasn't going to attack us; believe me. If anything, it was trying to-" 595 quickly rounded on the scientist, cutting him off. "Let's get one thing straight, ok? If you see something, ANYTHING, moving in the area, you let the rest of us know. Not after you've had a chance to study it, not once you've added it to your codex, right-a-fucking-way. All our lives depend on it. You got that?"

"I'm trying to help us all out, you crazy bitch! Analysing the fauna before you shoot the fuck out of it will give clues as to what other kinds of organisms might live here!" Dr Ngata shot back, violently poking the agent's breastplate with one suited finger. "Or would you rather we all traipse around here with our thumbs in our asses and no idea which way is up?" 595 slapped the man's finger away from her. "Don't give me that; It's our job to keep you safe! And in a place like this, we can only do that by assuming everything is hostile until proven otherwise. And now we need to add the trees to that list too!"

"Umm, guys...what are these trees up to?" Dr Wetherall interrupted. 595 and Dr Ngata both looked at the other scientist. He was in between Carthage and Athena, with his back to both of them. They were all looking at one of the trees. A noticeable creaking, rustling sound hadn't stopped since the plant had grabbed that winged beast. Now, all of it's blue luminescent orbs had turned to face them. The branches weren't droopy anymore, but rigid and alert, like the tree was shocked to see them. Scanning the area, 595 noticed all the other trees were doing the same.

"We need to move. Now!" Thebes barked. 595 drew her pistol again as they began jogging raggedly in formation. They only made it a few dozen steps, passing a couple more of the trees before all hell broke loose.

Four trees, one on each point of the compass, all lunged forward as one. Their branches engulfed the team, grabbing at arms, heads, legs, weapons, everything. Comms erupted as everyone began shouting at once, and gunfire exploded in 595's ears.

Right in front of her she saw two strong branches grab each of Dr Wetherall's ankles, pull him off his feet and drag him out of formation towards one of the trees. Carthage leapt forward and grabbed one of the scientist's hands as the branches pulled him off the floor and into the air. With her other hand, Carthage shot wildly up into the tree limbs.

Another offshoot wrapped around 595's midriff and her suit's pressure alarm blared. She shot her pistol straight down through the branch as it dragged her backwards toward the water. Gouts of blue flame rushed past her face from Memnon's arm cannon, setting the tree behind her ablaze. A shrill squealing sound filled the whole basin, emanating from the tree as the orbs burst and from the lake. The grip around 595's waist lessened, but didn't give way.

Dr Ngata wiggled free of the thin stem wrapped around his wrist and ran for the agent, diving to grab her feet and slow the drag down. "SHOOT IT!" He screamed at her. "I'm fucking trying! Grab the knife from my right thigh!" 595 shouted back, pumping energy into the bough around her body.

[Assistant]
In one, swift motion, Rareth moved her fusion cannon to her back while drawing a more appropriate weapon for the situation. Unfortunately, it seemed the trees themselves were the threat they had to face. The weapon Rareth decided to use was not one that she had carried with her, but rather, was one that was integrated into her own body. From the outside, one would see her armor on her left arm opening up, separating long-ways into three parts…along with her arm itself. It revealed that there was no bone, muscle, nor any other organic parts within the limb, as it was entirely mechanical. Inside her arm, along the length from her elbow to her hand, there were three energy projectors that pulsed with a bright orange glow. In an instant, a glowing, red-orange plasma blade extended forth from her arm. It was a long weapon that could reach the ground from a standing position, and was intense enough to burn through nearly anything it encountered.

Especially for a being of her size, Rareth moved at a lightning pace. The trees too had reached their limbs for her, but her blade covered wide arcs around herself to cleave through the branches. Certainly, it was quicker to clear foliage with a blade than a rifle, so she had the chance to help some of the others quickly. Her priority was to help those that were not equipped to defend themselves, which to start was Dr. Wetherall. While Carthage was trying to pull him back, she came in at a sprint towards the scientist's feet and slashed at the branches to try and free him quickly.

For Nirann, he had been at the most central point in the group, farthest from the trees, so he had been spared from the initial grasping branches of their floral attackers. Or, perhaps it was the fact that he was entirely mechanical that led the trees to favor his organic allies? In any case, he was able to carefully put down some of what he was carrying: at least the things he could pick up again quickly. His cargo was important, and he had to protect it, but being in a military security bot, he did have some means to help. He reached behind himself and drew from his back a compact energy carbine, which automatically unfolded once he removed it from its compartment. Agent 595 had been grabbed from nearby to himself and was being dragged towards the water, so Nirann engaged his frame's targeting software and started to take shots at the source of the branches grabbing her.

[User]
Dr Wetherall fell out of the tree and clattered to the floor at Carthage' feet. She drew her knife and slashed at a few oncoming branches. Wary now, they stayed just out of reach, the blue orbs studying her and Rareth. Then, the entire tree lunged forward, swatting Rareth away and scooping up the slender Human soldier in its clutches.

It rose back up to full height, creaked backwards, and shot Carthage out like a rock from a slingshot toward the lake. Just as she flew into the air, the charges she'd primed detonated inside the mess of tree branches, creating a massive fireball that cauterised the site. The entire valley seemed to reverberate with angry screams.

Carthage gracefully sailed through the air, preparing to plunge feet first into the shallows of the lake. That is until a long, fleshy tentacle with the same pale colour as the trees burst from the depths and grabbed her. "Uh oh." She had time to say, before the tentacle vanished back into the water with her secured to the end of it.

"Carthage, come in!" Thebes called, savagely slicing through razor-sharp vines in the middle of the ruckus. "Athena, secure Dr Wetherall! Knossos, help Dr Ngata! Rest of you, Focus fire on the trees! I'm going after her." He burst through the swirling mass of branches, some of them on fire, onto the 'beach' of the lake. As if to greet him, three more large tentacles emerged from the choppy water and rushed toward him. "Oh shit." He growled, diving to one side.


[System]
Age: Unknown. looks 17
Species: Reaper
Powers/Abilities:* Immortality
* Death's sight
* Reaper form
* Pass through walls
* Summon sycthe
* Boost to strength, speed, and stamina

Appearance:long shaggy black hair, skinny frame, long sleeved black shirt and either baggy jeans or sweat pants
Backstory: Will is the younger adopted twin son of the King Reaper who adopted him upon death. Will died at the age of 10 by an angered spirit. For unknown reasons spirits would always flock to him. Will would like to find out why this happened. so far hes com to the conclusion that it was because his spirit energy was so strong that the spirits thought he was a portal to the next realm. This is the same reason Will was taken under the King's wing and turned to a reaper. after years of taking souls Will even tho quite and unspoken most time carved social interaction. (will continue later)

Personality:* Quite
* Lazy or tired
* helpful
* Confident in abilities
* always reading and learning something

Friends/Family:* The Grim Reaper (Father)
* Jacob Grimm (Brother)
* Rei Stone (Sister)

Crush/Relationships:None (yet)
Other:

[User]
The sound of metal clanking along with heavy footsteps would follow down the path to the school Fafnir was taking, he could already see the building ahead of him with his single eye. The anxiety he had dreaded since he decided to enroll had begun to plague his conscience, concerned that he wouldn't fit in even with beings of inhuman quality. In addition to his anxious thoughts, the lackluster weather of the late afternoon day made him more so uncomfortable, so much so he was tempted to heat his own body up. However, in fear that this may cause problems to others, he prevented himself from doing so, and bore with the cold conditions. His lumbering tail slithered behind his feet along the pavement, the materials of the road he walked on he wasn't used to feeling. So much had changed since he had been on the surface, then again, what should he expect when he lost track of time.

 The long crimson cape suited his matching wings, which helped conceal them, however he couldn't do anything about his tail other then have it drag behind the legs in hopes it wouldn't be as noticeable. He would finally come to a stop at the first step to the school, whether or not there was anyone around him was irrelevant, his entire attention was focused on the school building, which would signify either a successful start to adapting to this world, or an utter failure. It was his first time in a while he had to contemplate loosing, something he hated, but this loss was much more meaningful then a duel or challenge, this would be an important chapter to his own future, that of which he had spent so much time lost.

[Assistant]
@kagethekiller

"Hmmm.....A curfew?

Never had one of those." giggles Cici

She smiles at the others and says

"Might be interesting to see if I can comply cheerfully.

After all we birds loathe cages"

So regretting the brevity of her association Caeria returns to her search for her room by casting a location spell hoping they don't have any wards to prevent her.

[User]
Mathigyle

A withered, gnarly head poked its way out of the main entrance doors. One could practically hear the bones creak, the skin stretch as foggy glasses surveyed the outside area, searching for straggling students out after curfew. The lich's bleach white eyes paused on the drakken, and a quick chelsea smile replaced his withered flat line of lips. Mathigyle shuffled towards Fafnir, leather and cloth continually scraping against brick for many paces until he was placed before him. The drakken easily outclassed Mathigyle physically in every form, but something about the lich's presence was simply... odd. Mathigyle waved as a T-rex may, if it weren't to eat your face and was actually your best friend. "Uh, hm, yes hello. Welcome. Now then, young student, we must be along now. Time for curfew, classes tomorrow, darkness approaching." Mathigyle spoke hurriedly for his age, stuttering through his introduction. He waved the drakken forward as the undead slowly adjusted himself to turn around back to the school, white beard dragging alongside grey, tethered robes.

[Assistant] Seeing this odd stranger was rather, mixed. At first it was a relief that there were other oddities here, but at the same time, his presence was unpleasant. He seemed weak yet something about his presence was terrifying, a presence not even myself would normally try to top. While watching him speak I decided to humble myself, and nod."Oh I must be late then, sorry." I'd give a bow to who I assumed must have been some authoritative figure, an old one at that. I could at least respect his elderly status, as his wisdom must be grand. As I hurried inside I'd nearly hit my head on the door way, lowering it just enough so my helmet avoided contact. "May I ask where will my room be?"

[User] Avary knew he shouldn't be doing this, but, heck with it. He was sneaking around after curfew, careful to stay away from the Lich. He knew those things had immense powers, and don't take kindly to rule breaking.

[Assistant]
Mathigyle

Mathigyle, with his toothiest grin, shook his head quite hurriedly for his age. Who had snuck into the halls past curfew? No matter. Madam Lilith had given the lich a number of keys for the male dorms, and he kept it in a hidden satchel somewhere in the burrow of his robes. Mathigyle appeared to pull out what appeared to be an ancient, rustic key, it appeared simple, but large enough that it had to be carried with some consideration. "Your room, down this left hallway and exactly halfway up the spire. Your roommate appears to be out at the moment..." The lich craned his neck again, as if listening, no, feeling. Mathigyle placed the key firmly in the drakken's hands, and patted him on the side of his arm. "Ah, hm, I'll be off now. Good night. Consider my class, if you would." The lich turned and began shuffling away. Back still turned, he exclaimed, "Ah! And do stay away from that darkness now."

Every step into the dark hallway seemed to be another attempt at finding the edge of a cliff. There were no torches, scarce candlelight, it was simply and unusually... dark. You took one step too far, and a cold chill began at your spine, to your face, now your arms... were you frozen in actuality or fear? Or both? A disembodied voice, from the darkness: "...Turn back..."

[User]
The moment he made contact with the undead's hand Fafnir would shiver from how cold he felt, like a dead corpse. He'd almost burst into flames had his conscience not intervened. Fafnir would try to keep his own composure and nodded to the teacher. "I think I will" He said as he looked to the key, remembering the directions he'd given him. He was slightly curious about avoiding the darkness, but regardless he would head to his room.

walking down the halls in the growing dusk lighting wasn't difficult for Fafnir due to his eye practically acting as a small torch or candle. Moving up the spire, he was curious of all the strangers he would meet, and that of the stranger who was to share his room, which he began to dread. The concept of sharing didn't speak well to him. Finding his room, he placed the large ancient key into the lock, opened the door, and entered his room.

[Assistant]
Athena

Athena was in her office, she was drinking a cup of tea. Her eyes were going over her students profiles. She was trying to memorize names and faces. She places her tea down on her desk and knocks it on herself accidentally. She gets up from her chair and reaches over to the tissue box to dry herself with it.

[User]
Wilhelm

"God's I'm late." The reaper said to him self as he ran up to the school. Busting through the doors and looking around he saw the halls empty so he quickly steped in and closed the doors there's got to be somebody around. Maybe the head mistress is in? He thought to him self as he walks down the hall reading the doors

[Assistant]
Lilith saunters through the hallways, her eyes glancing through the windows as she watches the sunset...or rather glares at it. The last of the light vanishing from sight as she snaps her fingers as her eyes glow, the wards on the building lock everyone and everything inside the building. "Why does my mouth always taste like dust after I use ancient magic." She questions to herself, as her thoughts turn to the students...and what might happen to them if they started snooping into things they shouldn't. "I should probably warn them...but children will always do what you tell them not to." She mutters, before realizing where she stopped, waving her hand over the front of the door, it swings open and she steps into Athena's office. The door closing behind her as it glows with symbols that only she and one other would recognize...but that rotten apple is dead.

Athena

[User]
Athena

Athena was wiping her stained clothing rapidly with tissues, when suddenly the door slams shut behind her. She turns to face Lilith and gulp "OH SORRY MISTRESS LILITH!" She was gravelling "What do I owe the pleasure, for this meeting?" She gets back up and ignores the tea stain on her shirt. She placed her tea mug the right way up and put her class list back into a folder

[Assistant]
Lilith looks at the stain...before waving her hand and the stain lifts off the fabric, the tea floating through the air and landing in the Shirohebi's cup. "Sorry for what? For spilling your drink or not standing to attention when I entered?" She asks, before stepping towards the girl and and placing a hand on her cheek, "I don't care about either of those things. I have more wealth than I could ever need from my long life, and you did not know I was coming...nor did I until I stopped outside your office." She leans closer and plants a kiss on the girl's cheek, enjoying the taste of her embarressment.

Athena

[User] As Fafnir stepped into his room he didn't have time to take in the differences of what he was used to, as he would quickly begin to remove his armor, piece by piece, until he was left in a small vest and trousers. Deciding which bed to claim, Fafnir would go back to his chest plate he left on the ground, and turned it over so the back was facing up. Lifting the cape from the piece revealed three small chests, each large enough to hold a small sum of items. He removed the chests from the armor, and would open each one to inspect. in two of these chests were a small heap of gold coins, jewels, and other abundances of precious metals. While the third chest contained a few ancient and rusted artifacts, one of them being a gold and wooden cross, another a pendant with a dull emerald crest. A few other such treasures were piled up in that chest. Grinning at his treasure, He would close the hatch to the third chest and hide it under his bed. Then he would proceed to take the other two chests and dump all of its contents onto the bed, spreading out multiple gold pieces over his sleeping area, making an abundance of metallic coins clashing into each other. Since he had no clue on how to operate a light switch, the room was dark with only his fire-like eye giving light, and that of which reflected grimly off of the now gold covered bed. He'd then leap into the moderate heap of treasure that he had made, and would roll and submerge somewhat into it, showering himself with coins. Once he began to settle, he would sprawl over his heap. His tail slithering to a curve around the end of his bed and acted as a border to prevent more gold to fall onto the floor, while his two hands laid on parallel sides to the gold in front, and his legs mimicking this in the back, while his head laid flatly on one side of the gold covered bed. While most would find this uncomfortable, no other method of sleeping pleased Fafnir greater than this. As he laid there, his eye slowly began to close, facing the door somewhat in vision.

[Assistant]
Athena

Athena watches as the stain is removed from her clothing "Thank you, mistress Lilith" She turns bright red as she is touched "True, but I should always be prepared for your appearance" She puts her hand to your cheek as you taste her embarrassment "So?... What do I owe the pleasure of your presence?" She drinks her tea that you removed from her clothes, not really caring that it was previously a stain.

[User]
Hailstorm

Mathigyle

First two bright orbs, and then a set of teeth. They floated in the darkness for a moment, a nearby candle only illuminating what appeared to be a faint, grey outline. Then, the rest of his ghastly form appeared before you, as if spontaneously, separate from the ghoulish maw you saw before. Were it beast or man? The undead smiled at you wolfishly, but were you sheep? His short, crooked arms managed to creak and motion side to side. It was waving at you. Unsettlingly so, but a greeting nonetheless.

"Hm, yes, hello, late but very well." Mathigyle mumbled and tumbled through his robes, searching for something. He unveiled an usually large, rustic key: you'd believe it to be for a castle or some sort of ancient treasure gate. "I am to give out the men's keys. Down the left hall, three quarters of the way up the spire. I believe your roommate is in..." The lich looked about, that ghoulish smile still upon his face. "For now..." His gaze turned back to you. His demeanor was odd at best, and you honestly couldn't get a read for how friendly this unusual greeting was. "Please, do consider Alchemicals 101 as an introductory course. It, uh, will be worth your while. Hm. Yes," Mathigyle mumbled to himself, gently placing the freezing key in your hands. Yes, hadn't it gotten suddenly more chilling in the air? Mathigyle shuffled away, his dark grey robes coalescing with the darkness. "Oh, and do stay away from that darkness." Mathigyle waves a withered arm behind him as it vanished before you. You were alone again, or so you believed, key in hand to do whatever you wished. Much warmer now, how nice. How comforting.

[Assistant]
Wilhelm Wondered to him self as he watched the being apeare from semingly nowhere. This must be the lich teacher. Definitely a character but not close to scaring. Ive seen worse in the other realms that he's not the worst. But I should play along don't want to upset him. As the lich begins to fade out agian. "Um thank you." quickly spinning on his heels and starting toward his room.

Upon reaching his room Wilhelm opens the door and walks in.


[System]
Age: 16

Personality: Energetic might be a little bit of an understate when it comes to Shun. She is like what would happen if you bottled lightning and turned it into a girl; constantly in motion, never able to sit still for long and constantly, always cheerful. This combined with her endless confidence makes it easy for her to make new friends as she is willing to approach anyone and everyone at least once, but it also makes flighty as she tends to commit to plans with people without thinking and over-booking herself.

She can reckless, as well as tactless, as she has a habit or acting and speaking before thinking and getting herself into trouble, but is more often than not able to escape trouble using the same traits that got her in trouble in the first place. This lack of consequences has left her somewhat over-confident, or at least with the impression that things will always work themselves out in the end. Although, this attitude has been put to the test somewhat recently.

Skills: As a capable soccer player and a member of her school's team, Shun was athletic even before gaining her new abilities. She has good situational awareness from her time on the pitch and is used to working together with other people for a common goal.

Backstory: A simple child from a simple family, Shun always considered herself to be the typical teenage girl. Her parents worked average jobs, she was an only child like most of her classmates, she hated studying and always left her homework to the last minute; typical high school stuff. The only thing that really made her stand out from the crowd was the fact that she played soccer on the school team; well, that and the fact that she was really good at it. Good enough that her team had a shot at making it to nationals for the first time in years.

It was something that she was proud of; even though she was only playing the sport because she loved it, even though she would have kept playing even if she terrible at it, it was nice to actually be good at something she cared to be good at. She didn't buy into any of the talk about her being a future star, a future pro, since she knew that there were better players than her out there; still, if that kind of talk kept her teams spirits up then let them dream for her. If they were able winning then that just meant they could play together longer.

They won the final match of the regional tournament, earning their school a spot in nationals for the first time in a decade, but during the final ten minutes of the match Shun was hit by a bad tackle that left her with a sprained ankle. Hardly the worst injury, but it meant she would be out of commission for the first match of nationals. The team was disheartened, but Shun wasn't; all they had to do was win one match without her and she'd be able to join them for the rest. No big deal. She waved them off from her crutches as they boarded the bus to their first match.

They lost, of course.

Shun didn't blame them for it, though they all felt devastated. She had got them to nationals and didn't even get to compete, but she had no hard feelings about it, the other team was just better than them. The same couldn't be said for the rest of her team however; no matter how much she tried to put a brave face on things, she couldn't help but think that maybe he team blamed her for being injured , for letting them down. That hurt more than the disappointment or her ankle.

She began to distance herself from the team and from soccer in general. Even after her ankle had healed she didn't hop back on the pitch or even touch a soccer ball. Some of the spark that made her love the sport had been lost. Then the fairy appeared and she suddenly had a lot more to worry about than just her school team's feelings.

Magical Girl:

Concept: Archery

Archetype: Sagittarius

Abilities:
- Enhanced speed and agility.
- Enhanced vision; increased range, able to see in the dark and has enhanced visual acuity.
- Can summon an ornate bow to her hands and is granted the knowledge and skill to use it effectively. Though it doesn't come with arrows, it instead shoots arrows of pure star light.
- Is able to pinpoint her opponent's weak spots.

[User]
Shun Nakano

Shun was running late. Well, actually she was walking, but she was definitely late. Actually, if you wanted to be technical, it was more of a leisurely amble than a walk, taking her time so that she could enjoy the ambiance of Shinjuku at night before meeting up with the others; which was probably why she was running so late if she was being honest. It would probably be a good idea to start running late at this point, so that she wouldn't be quite as late when she finally did arrive. It would be an even better idea not to be late in the first place, but that ship had already sailed and Shun had missed the boat because she wasn't watching the time.

Well, it was probably fine. It wasn't like she was going to be the only one who was late.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she pulled it out to see a message in their super-secret magical girl group chat. From the looks of it people had already started to arrive, or one person at least; of course it was Takara, that girl was always spoiling for a fight so no wonder she was the first one there when it was time to fight shades.

And she was calling the rest of them slow. Brat.

Shun could run rings around all of them; she was slow by choice. It was called procrastination.

Time to retaliate.

[Starry-Eyed]: Wait, really?
[Starry-Eyed]: You're gonna take out all the bad guys by yourself?
[Starry-Eyed]: Guess I'll just go home then, since you got this covered
[Starry-Eyed]: Thanks a bunch, short stuff. I'll be cheering you on

Takara wasn't much shorter than Shun really, only an inch or so, but she was shorter and Shun wasn't above using that to her advantage. That combined with making it sound like her attempt to hurry them up had the opposite effect should get under her skin enough to pay her back for the 'slow' comment. Hopefully she wouldn't take it seriously and actually try to fight all the Shades herself.

…She wouldn't right?

No, Takara wasn't that gung-ho, and even if she was there were probably others there to keep her in check. They wouldn't all be as late as she was, right?

She pulled out her phone again and began typing.

[Starry-Eyed]: Wait, no
[Starry-Eyed]: Don't do that
[Starry-Eyed]: You'll die
[Starry-Eyed]: I'll be right there

Shun started running.

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She tried to play it cool as she arrived at the park a few minutes later, fully transformed, to find that not only had Takara not run off by herself, but that there were two others waiting with her. Linking her hands behind her head, Shun sauntered over to them as casually as she could, pretending like she hadn't just driven herself into a panic with an invented scenario and then raced over as fast as she could to prevent it; nope, definitely not.

"Got anything to drink in there?"

[Assistant]
✫✫ Nico ✫✫

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"I'm here!! I'm heeeere!!!"

The overly loud, slightly obnoxious scream was a precursor to a certain pink-haired feline fellow barely sticking the landing from a long-leap tree-top jump. After a couple of "W-whoa" and "Awawa"'s while flailing her arms, the girl manages to stabilize herself. She then puts her hand on her knees, looking incredibly winded.

"Haa... Haa... Magical Girl Nico, on-scene~!" she'd say with a bit of tired flourish, before immediately losing all her energy again. "Uuuh... I read that I was late from Taka-chan, but the meeting spot is so far from my school... I ran over the rooftops and then through the trees to get here and everything, and I'm still the last one here!!" Nico complained, her arms spread in a battle stance as she screamed skyward. Then Nico blinked a couple times and stopped with the theatrics, scratching the back of her head.

"Ahahehe, that's everyone right? Um... oh!" she mused, then noticed Abigail's bag of snacks. Slowly, sloooowly Nico inched forward. She was already salivating from the idea of getting any food at all after a workout. "Gaaaail-chaaaan... gimme!" Nico said and pounced in the direction of the girl now-her-size, intent on nabbing that bag for herself.

[User]
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If impatiently waiting could be a skill, Takara would likely have won several awards for it. So when the messaging app buzzed with a reply, she'd quickly check the reply...and immediately frown in irritation. Short stuff? Fine, if she wanted to go home see how much she actually cared! Zero, that was it, definitely! Oh wait...she actually sent a follow up message. Don't die? What was she? A child?! Well, yes, but she could handle herself against some basic bad guys!

She was about to type up a very angry reply, when something warm and fuzzy headbutted her in the leg. Looking down, she'd see the dog and internally cringe, angrily stuffing her phone in her pocket and giving the mutt a pat on the head before walking over to Abigail.

"Finally." Takara huffed, noticing the bags of well, everything Abigail came walking up with. "Got anything good in there or just gonna eat it all yourself?" She'd snatch up her favorite - an unreasonably sour hard candy. The roar of an engine finally indicated that they had at least, all started to finally show up and filter in.

"Kana." She'd give at least a polite greeting, though her somewhat irritable expression didn't change as she'd pop the sour candy into her mouth without so much as batting an eye...at least until Shun finally arrived. Takara stomped over, immediately giving the other girl a somewhat rough punch on the shoulder before she could react.

"Shorty?! I'm like, the second tallest here! You're just unreasonably tall!" So she says, without having actually looked at the heights of her teammates.

[Assistant]
Abigail

Handing out drinks wasn't such a demand on her attention that Abigail could miss the very loud, very pink girl coming in... and making a jump for the bag all by herself. There were many possible ways she could have defended her bag of snacks: she could have transformed, she could have dived to the side, or spun around, or...

Instead, she did the obvious thing when someone made a wild leap like that: lift it straight up, completely beyond reach. Honestly, even if she transformed, she would still be the tallest here, if not by much, trying to do something like that when she had so much of a height advantage was silly. She had nearly a foot or more on practically every girl she met.

Of course, Nico's wild grab for the bag wasn't entirely fruitless: Lucy decided to plod over, giving her hand a friendly lick.

"Now, now, Nico, there's enough for everyone," the blonde said, handing over, after a second of thought, some melon bread.

[User]
Daze @Ammokkx

Reading Takara's message as she strolled towards the national garden, Ukiko snickered. Yes she was late, but she had a good reason to be. Magical girls needed to train, didn't they? And what better way than by taking this opportunity to perfect a surprise appearance?

She put away her phone and hid behind a wide tree, two issues nagging at her thoughts as blue-green wisps danced around her. The first was the fact that magical girls could sense each other. She'd need to find some way around that. The second, well... As the wisps died down, revealing her ashen-skinned, frill-clad transformed self, that second issue materialised in the form of a floating paper lantern by her side.

"I know that look on your face all too well-bura," her familiar chided. Ukiko rolled her eyes. Trust Burabura to start being annoying the moment she appeared. "What are you planning on pulling this time-bura?"

A smirk spreading over her face, Ukiko crept forward until the meeting place came into view, along with the distant forms of several other magical girls. "You did say I needed to take this seriously and hone my skills," she whispered. "So this is just a little sneak attack training. Don't ya worry, I won't actually hurt anyone, just gotta wait for the right moment."

She ignored Burabura's drawn-out groan and mutter of "Excuses excuses-bura."

Crouching and peering out from the bushes, she spotted the perfect chance. A certain pink catgirl leapt at Abigail, aiming for a bag filled with what looked like snacks, and missing as the much taller girl raised it high. A distraction. "Now!" Ukiko whispered, turning invisible, Burabura reluctantly doing the same.

With Abigail's attention divided between Nico and her dog, Ukiko rose into the air and sped forward. Stretching her hands out like claws and putting on a crazed rictus of a grin, she blinked back into visibility right in front of Abigail's face. "Yaaaaaaaah!" Maybe this would even give Nico the opportunity to grab that bag - of course, given the assistance she now had, sharing of the snacks would be much appreciated.

[Assistant]
The look of innocence Shun put on her face when she saw Takara stomping over to her probably wasn't very convincing. She couldn't quite keep the smirk off her lips or the sparkle out of her eyes as the shorter girl gave her a piece of her mind and a punch to the shoulder. Glad to see she was right that the comment would get under her skin, not that that was particularly difficult where Takara was concerned.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm average height at best." With a flourish that would draw the eye, Shun pointed off to the side, where Abigail was currently holding the bag of snacks high enough that the grasping catgirl couldn't reach them. "She is unreasonably tall."

Now that she wasn't panicking as much and knew that the worst she was going to get for her words was a punch in the arm and a huffy magical girl, Shun was more than willing to push her luck. "But don't worry, I'm sure you'll catch-up to us soon. So…!" Stepping away from the other girl, and hopefully out of arms reach, Shun sought to quickly change the topic by engaging the rest in conversation. "What are we waiting for? Is everyone here?"


[System]
Also known as: King of all seas

Age:

Seatus- Unknown

David- 35 years old

God Status: God of the sea(s)

Personality: Seatus and David are both no different. They're very protective, and strong not dealing with the crap people would give them. They aren't hesitant to face anyone that tries bringing harm to their friends or themselves or being disresepected. They have a temper like the oceans, where they can be calm and quiet but easily be triggered by anything that'll make them become angry and rough as the ocean during a storm.

Parents: The Ocean

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Form on Earth:

True Form:

Powers:

Intense Strength

Summoning other creatures for support in battle

Conjuring massive waves, to drown enemies.

Weapon:

The Leviathan Horn

The greatest creation of Seatus, he uses it to attack his enemies. It's a mighty creature whom will do anything his master bids him to do. He's loyal to Seatus but could easily be lost if someone carries the horn. When blown it simulates a Leviathan calling roar, which lures the creature to approach it's user.

History (Pre-Earth bound):

Seatus was made right from the seas, originally he looked similar to most of the gods having a humanlike appearance except he took an opposite turn in his life. Living so long in his domain, he transformed to having the appearance of numerous sea creatures put together, giving him a monsterlike appearance. Seatus filled his oceans with life, creating plants including animals such as fish whales, dolphins, sharks etc. The waves and tides were also in control of Seatus. Learning his special abilities, he created himself a kingdom and throne where he'd establish himself not only as a God but the King of All Seas. All sea creatures followed their king, he treated them well the only race he had to enforce his rule upon were the humans. While humans worshipped him, some would mock him by not paying tribute or desecrating his domain (the oceans) or killing his creations for sport. He would enforce his rule, by sending tsunamis upon villages or rough oceans to sink ships. Seatus used another method far worse, to make his enemies tremble. "The Leviathan" was it's name a beast almost colossal as he is, with the blow of a horn he would come. These events were rare though, most people had saw it enough to understand he deserves respect or face his wrath.

History (Post-Earth bound:

Being pulled onto dry land, was devastating to Seatus. He was forced to take the form of a human, walking for centuries to watch as civilization grew ruining his domain. He could do nothing but watch hopelessly. Seatus was trying find a solution fighting, but every time he faced defeat desperate to return to Godliness. Seatus had left the army, he still went from human to human not giving in his immortal life. He was hoping the longer he lived, there could possibly be a chance he could go back. In 2015 he's currently a young 35 year old man named David. He's heard rumors of Brontes return, he believes if they are true there could be a possibility he could be King of all Seas again.

Motive:

Seatus want's his power back, so he can restore the oceans and protect his creations from further harm by the humans. He'll do anything to make it happen.

[User]
We arrive home and sit down, rubbing our temples and throwing off our poncho. Then practically the second we actually sit down someone appears before us, it's Iratze. Then without much explanation we disappeared and then reappeared in a house full of gods. We look around and see some familiar faces.
I wonder why there's so many people here?
Well she did mention something about a big meeting
So that's what she meant, must be to do with his return
Yeah I guess
I think we should wait to see what they all seem to want, probably to work together or something
"Yeah, what a fucking drag"
"[/b]Skouro it's not a drag! You idiot![/b]"

(as i said in a post on the OOC if there's speech marks around the text, bold or italics, it means the speech has been said out loud. Remember Italics is Skouro and Bold is Kalith. Also they have slightly different pitches, Kalith has a slightly deeper voice)

[Assistant]
Amos waited patiently for an answer but one never came. He would have to take things in his own hands then.

"Enough waiting about, this idleness bores me. Let us begin these talks, with or without Jack and whoever else is in his company. You all know where I stand, I wish to kill Brontes and be done with it. For whatever reason he has locked us out, that is the only punishment suitable. However, killing death seems...unlikely, the next best thing would be imprisonment, after we force him to open the gates. I also believe it would be in our best interest to find out why he has locked us out, to help, clarify the situation." Amos declared as he paced back and forth between the Gods gathered.

What was interesting to note and something Amos had completely looked over, was that the message had not been Brontes' alone. Amare's name had been thrown into the fray. His youngest brother, that he thought of as a child, and rightly so. Amos had rarely done anything with him, as they were both busy, Amos with his protection and Amare with his bratty nature.

That was all in the past, but now Amare had been brought up again. Amos heard of what transpired between Amare and Brontes, but thought nothing of it but he should have. Amare was now a solution to getting back at Brontes and one he would gladly use, for his Heaven. Amos began to smirk, as he waited for what the others would say.

[User]
The Little Goddess

Despite the warning laced in her plead to the God of Play, Tet very happily carried her from the chaos of the clothes store. Like it or not, she would have to have a few words with Amos later about why it was a horrible idea to outwardly break human laws in public. Finally, they came to a stop near a massive looking oak which reached into the sky, dancing precariously in the wind. After pulling her hood up, the Queen of Darkness buried her hands in her coat pockets and attempted the impossible - to get warm.

Despite the calm buzz of the alcohol present in her system, she could feel it slowly dying as the darkness around her not only began to respond to her again but actively encouraged her forward, almost begging her to step past the looming shape of Tet. Something was attracting them and whatever it was, she didn't like it - darkness usually flocked to evil things.

Letting a thoughtful murmur escape from her throat, she stepped ever so slightly out of Tet's shadow and analysed the person she didn't initially notice. It was a woman and a God from the power she felt gravitating around the figure. Stunning didn't accurately describe her - she had the looks to drag any human, woman or man, into doing exactly what she wanted. Kyra didn't like this one a single bit so naturally, when the woman turned her gaze on the younger Goddess and fixed her with a sly smirk, Kyra felt completely at war with herself. One part of her tugged at the shadows, willing her mortal form forward, attempting to drag Kyra to the lady but another part of her wanted to fade into the shadows and hide away from that daring gaze. Yet despite her mixed feelings, the Queen of Darkness couldn't help but feel an odd tie towards the woman which was only cemented by the fact that she forgot she was holding her breath.

Finally, with a few last words towards Amos, the woman disappeared and in a bright spark of light, was suddenly replaced by two new figures. Of course, Kyra recognised both of them. Iratze was a neutral figure she didn't have much tidings with but she recognised Amarion instantly with a smile lighting up her features. She almost felt the girlish need to rush to him in an odd embrace but he seemed to completely pass her over and start into a conversation with Amos.

Frowning, her quivering chin lowered every so slightly before Kyra solidified it, stepping back behind Tet and fading into the shadows from which she was born. Of course, when Iratze brought them all to Jack's house, she was present, but her desire to socialise died with her feelings of family. Amos treated her eith some kindness. Tet probably just felt sorry for her and Amarion ignored her completely. Like it or not, the only one she felt a smidge of bonding with was that Ernestine woman which wasn't a pleasant feeling.

Still mostly shrouded in darkness, she stalked off to a quiet corner before sliding down and summoning her shadows - the only things that apparently liked staying around, judging by their excited greetings of hushed nothings. And so she waited, hidden by darkness with very little to say to the rest of them.

[Assistant]
[iratze]

Iratze let her head hang upside down from the couch as she lay and gazed lazily between the many gods assembled. Amos began the discussion without Jack. That was much like the god of valor. She smiled, glad that he hadn't changed so much.

Kyra, perhaps still drunk, excused herself to an out of the way corner. Iratze didn't know that goddess so very well, she wondered if she would like some water...

She spoke so softly the others might not hear. "I wish that we had reunited under different circumstances... A celebration perhaps! Rather than under the duress of war..." A smile fluttered across her lips, wistful and fleeting. Iratze knew better than that. She had been closest to Amos in war. It was through this conflict that she had been reunited with with Amare. It was only because of this conflict that Armarion revealed his feelings for her. It was even the reason she was created. Conflict. That was part of their godly nature, perhaps...

She sat up. Her rainbow hair tumbling over her face in a messy fashion.

"I might be able to answer your question, Amos." She straightened her back but only a little: She was too weary to be as formal as she should have been toward the greater gods.

"When I spoke to Amare, your youngest brother, he said that... Brontes trapped us here to keep the mortals safe." Her brows knit together. "I... I am sorry, Amare didn't fully explain. I don't think I understand it myself. Amare only said that Brontes came to love the humans, and trapped us here to protect them from us."

She hesitated to comment further. She wondered why Brontes would not have locked them up with the mortals. Perhaps the scope of his power or his spell was limited.

Brontes had all the answers. Brontes was the only one who had not themselves to her. Brontes was the only she could not find.

She waited for the other gods to respond, or ask more questions.

[User]
Any emotion on Amos' face, dispersed as quickly as it came as Iratze told him the cause. His voice was slightly shaken as he spoke,"Iratze...You are telling me, that humans are to blame? That Brontes was angry at us...no...you all, because humans were being abused?

His left eye twitched slightly, his voice becoming cold, "He trapped me here because he wanted them to be safe? I never even touched a human before this disgrace!

He moved away from the other gods, pain flashing across his face, he did not speak but thought to himself, 'I'm here because the humans need's outweighed our own...I'm here because...my family? They betrayed me...because...because...they had to mettle in their affairs?'

Amos shut his eyes and simply stood still, as his facial expression relaxed but his mind filled with betrayal and hate.

[Assistant]
Once Kyra popped up and out of his arms Tet leaned over a bit and took a quick breather, he had closed his eyes in that time and when he had come back up to a normal standing position the scenery around him had changed completely. It went from a large tree before him to being surrounded by gods of all kinds. Tet was taken aback for a moment before he pieced the puzzle together. Right away he noticed familiar faces, while yes he knew the gods before him he was not much of the buddy buddy type so he stood there in silence as a few of the gods began interacting with each other. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Kyra's figure, she seemed to have gone through a mood change in a matter of seconds. He first saw a smile light up on her face and then immediately a frown shown. He did a quick scan and from what he could tell the cause of the frown was Armarion, rather his lack of noticing Kyra was the source of it.

In that time Kyra stepped behind Tet and then into a corner, immediately going into what seemed a saddened state. Tet could tell this since she summoned up some shadows and immediately glued herself to the wall. He thought to himself for a brief moment before deciding on bothering Kyra, because he just couldn't shake the feeling of not wanting to leave her alone.

With his new found resolve, in bothering Kyra, he walked over to the corner in which Kyra was in and stood next to her small frame before leaning back into the wall.「Not much of a talker I see.」He didn't look over at Kyra, rather he was looking at the other gods that were socializing with one another he kept his eyes upon them as he opened his mouth again.「Well if it makes you feel any better I am in the same boat.」He slid down the wall until he was fully sitting down with his back still against the wall. He turned his head and his shoulder partially towards Kyra flashing a friendly smile.

[User]
Seatus couldn't believe what he heard. He clenched his fists, tightening his teeth. He saw Brontes insulting him, he was The God of Seas.

"I only defended myself and my domain." Seatus was angered that he was seen as harmful. Seatus felt justified when bringing up tsunamis and The Leviathan. Back in the old days, Seatus would be angered by the humans if they'd harm his creations and domain. It was the greatest offense. ["The humans were the abusive ones, they hunted down my creations and would taint it. They had to be punished for defiance." He wanted to turn into his monster form and hunt him down, but he had to control himself. He was an older god, one of the first keeping his rage inside.

But Seatus thought to himself, when calming down. Seatus saw himself clean without blood on his hands. He wouldn't kill just one man or group that defied him but his entire city by tsunamis where innocents that respected and worshipped him died too. Brontes was right, Seatus could be abusive and dangerous at times.