[System]
Derrix "Nightbane" Herchiv

Age: Early thirties

Alignment: Lawful good

Race: Human

Class: Holy Warrior

Appearance/Clothing:

 Derrix is tall and built for long and harsh battles. Spider webbing from his seasoned face, and down from under his short dark hair to the bottom of his booted feet is one continuous spiraling and zig zagging red scar, menacing and marking his body even to his fingertips.

 His eyes are a golden hue and glow softly in the dark along with his exposed skin. He wears a simple pale green tunic cut at the sleeves and dark pants over his masculine frame. On each cheek there is a tattoo of a bull's horn pointing to his eyes.

Skills: Riding, sword/axe/dagger/hammer/lance, survival, holy knowledge, concentration, diplomacy, script, heraldry, tracking, horse archery

Natural Abilities: Glowstick(can call this HolyLight, would make more sense in this setting[boo]), divine health, divine grace

Magic/Spells: Detect Evil, Smite Evil(once per day), remove fatigue(twice per day), divine grace, break enchantment(twice a week), lay hands on(three times a day), turn undead

Additional Information: Derrix "Nightbane" Herchiv follows a strict and foreign code of honor.

Charlin Honor Code

To refuse a Duel of Righteous intent is dishonorable
To abuse children is dishonorable
To mistreat prisoners of war is dishonorable
To keep prisoners of war in peacetime is dishonorable
To refuse a gift is dishonorable
To murder in cold blood is dishonorable
To steal is dishonorable
To lie is dishonorable
To abuse women is dishonorable
To usurp anothers power without right is dishonorable
To own another is dishonorable
To deny your own work is dishonorable
To allow your family's destruction is dishonorable
To insult is to take another's honor
To allow an insult is to lose your honor

The Honorable Duel of Righteousness can be called at anytime, anywhere, to settle disputes of honor, in which transgressions are paid with blood.

Weapons: Lance, Sword, Bow and quiver

Armor: plated armor with a thick helmet fitted with an interior padded mask with a bizarre breath filtering function, a laminated wooden kite shield trimmed with metal.

Possessions: A large white destrier, Living supplies and sundries(Clothes, a bar of soap, spare cotton cloth, wool blanket, water canteen, dried meats and flatbreads) , a quill, an ink well, and a stack of paper.

Personality:serious and orderly

History: Derrix claims to those who ask that he is merely a poet, and nothing more.
Age: 18

Alignment: neutral

Race: Human

Class: Shepherd

Appearance/Clothing: Illyd Dyill stands a modest six and has a wiry yet firm frame. His body is covered in old tan robes draped over loose pants and worn fur boots.

 He has shaggy black hair much like the sheep he used to herd, and two light brown eyes that peek out from his youthful and defined tanned face.

Skills: farming, understanding of animal anatomy, mundane understanding of self defense and fighting with a crook, tracking,

Natural Abilities: In depth thinking, to the point that this guy might be possessed

Magic/Spells:

Additional Information: He was a shepherd as long as he could remember, and as long as he could remember, he wanted to be a hero, but this one tiny voice in his head prefers a different direction

Weapons: A Shepherd's crook

Possessed: Yes

Personality: He is curious, adventurous, slightly lazy, and naive. However, a secondary thinking voice in his head is definitely different than his usual gentle nature; as it is aggressive, violent, lustful and greedy.. Luckily this isn't the voice that controls the body, mostly.

History: A simple Shepherd's son, out in the big world to become an adventurer

(possessions: Crook, clothes, worn out harp)

So I already have a bunch of ideas on how this guy's posts would look, a lot of in mind arguing and play, as well as crude suggestions and general character development

[User]
"I Am a Petal" Answered Zam who was a bit miffed at Tobias for thinking that Mortosh would attempt to his brain "You don't have to worry about that Mortosh wouldn't do that even if he could i don't think you notice but he lacks a lower jaw" she said before she stood up and put her ear against Tobias's head tapped on it then pulled back and said with a cheeky-grin "Besides it sounds to me like there isn't much there for him to eat"

she then laid back down on Tobias's shoulder with grin "Does either of you have an interesting story to tell?"

[Assistant]
Derrix looked up at the sky and strained his eyes, "I wish it would snow too."

 He looked down at the white Charroux, whose ears twitched at the moist air forming. Naturally he sucked in a breath to test the air himself, but of course all he retrieved was thick lavender. His nose tickled and he frowned, lifting his great helmet up over his chin and resting it on the bridge of his nose as he let out a sudden sneeze. His nose wiggled at the freedom and as the air rushed back into his nostrils after the sneeze, the rich flavor of rain danced in his senses.

[User]
"Bless you," Sana said in a kind voice as he sneezed, glancing towards him for a moment before looking away again. They had been traveling a good part of the day already, passing the time with conversation and moments of silence. It had not been a bad experience and thankfully other than the incoming storm it seemed that things were rather quiet. Taking a breath, Sana noticed the smell of burning and turned her head; seeing a a white tower of smoke well off in the distance and slightly behind them. It was left over from the fire she had started the day before, looking like it had burned out finally. They were now down wind of the remnants of the fire so the scent of ash swirled with the on coming rain.

 "Guess we are about half way to our goal for the day," she commented as she pulled back in the reins and brought Epona to a halt in the middle of the road. Reaching back she dug through her pack that she had attached to the rear of her saddle for a few moments before righting herself once again. Pulling out a few items she extended some dried meats to Derrix. "Might not be a bad idea to eat a little something as we continue," she said in a kind voice.

[Assistant]
Derrix lifted his helmet completely off and rested it on his lap. He blinked his golden eyes a few times, adjusting to the wider and brighter view that was previously restricted by his helmet's visor. He hooked his shield onto a metal hook on the saddle, resting his shield arm as he extended to receive Sana's gift. He popped the food into his mouth and quickly chewed it before swallowing. The salt seasoned his dry mouth, and gave a kick to his slowly emptying stomach.

 "Thank you," he contently nodded. He reached back, straining his shoulder as he reached into a leather bag tied to the rump of Charroux. He pulled out a skin of water and took a shallow swing of still cold liquid before extending it to Sana silently.

[User]
"Oh, please don't ask him to tell a story," Fiona groaned from the front, glancing back at the little thing, the Petal as she called herself, on Tobias. "You have no idea what you're in for." She didn't think she would be at first, but Fiona had actually gotten used to the thief's near constant talking on the road. Only the first few days did Fiona feel like she was required to say something in return. At some point, she began to figure it was just a mechanism of his, a reflex that kicked in when traveling, and many other times. Somehow, it had stopped bothering her.

"We'll be camping for the nights, so no wagon driving in the dark. Safer that way, and even if some of us don't need rest, the horses do." Hopefully Sana and Derrix would find a decent place for them, before they reached the next village.

Glancing over at Hugh, off to the side and keeping to himself, Fiona opened one of her packs and retrieved the best-looking apple she could find, of the few she'd grabbed. Trotting her horse slowly over to arm's reach of Hugh, she pulled up alongside him, holding out the apple in her hand.

"Hungry?" She'd noticed his... gloomy, perhaps it could be called, demeanor, and since the others seemed to be making conversation well enough on the wagon, she thought it would be prudent to check on him. "You know, if you're worried about Sana, I'm sure she'll be fine. You two have good horses, and she's very capable, as is Derrix." The invitation to speak his mind to her was left unsaid, but there all the same. Again Fiona had no desire to pry where she wasn't wanted, but she was nothing if not a friend and listener, especially to those she suspected needed one.

[Assistant]
Sana watched him remove his helmet, for the first time taking in his appearance. He looked nothing like anyone she had dealt with in the past but that did not matter to her. One in the group she looked at as a friend and he perhaps was the oddest looking out of all of them. Thinking back to the group, she altered her opinion some what. Perhaps not the oddest but surely one of the more different looking characters in their band of adventurers. She nodded slightly to his thanks as he took the food and ate it quickly.

 "Of course," she said as she sat there before taking the water skin from him and rising it up slightly in thanks. "And thank you," she said in a grateful voice before she took a drink, letting the cool liquid wash over her palate before lowering it once again and handing it back over to him. She pressed her heels into Epona and continued on her way; one hand on the gathered reins and the other holding her own food, taking small bites here and there as they traveled.

 "So, where do you come from? If I am not prying by asking," she inquired. He seemed to be an interesting person on some level and since they would be traveling together through out this adventure she wanted to learn a little more about the one that rode next to her.

[User]
"You're most welcome," He smiled.

 As the horses started to move once more, Derrix slipped his thick helmet back on, immediately missing the smell of the rain. He licked his tongue across his teeth, taking in the last of the salt. He looked over at Sana as she questioned his origin.

 "A very far far away land," Derrix said with a hollow voice, "and you? Do you come from a place of snow?"

[Assistant]
"Well isn't that mysterious," Sana said with a gentle voice and then shrugged lightly. "As far as where I come from, I don't know," she answered as she thought back to her childhood. "I come from a roaming troop of gypsy known as The Rawn," she admitted.

 "We traveled from town to town and city to city for as far back as I can remember. Sometimes we would be where the snow fell deep and the winds cut through to your bone. Other times we would be where the sands ripped through your skin as it burned due to the heat. We never stayed in one place too long. My kind have never been looked at favorably by what is known as civilized society," she said as she remembered many times when her family was driven out of a city just for their mere presence.

 It did not make for the most stable of conditions to grow up in but it was one that she found exciting as a child. That was until she educated herself enough to know what her place in the troop was to be and then it seemed that no matter how far they traveled or what sights they saw she was imprisoned to a life that would never be truly free.

 "I left that life long ago, but it is odd how no matter how far one travels they always seem to come back to where life decided long ago they should be," she added in a slightly somber tone.

 "So, man from a land far far away, what brings you so far from it?" she inquired as they pressed on.

[User]
Derrix nodded carefully at Sana's words, taking in what she had to say, up until she asked how he ended up here. A small laugh so uncommon to Derrix rippled from his throat, "sometimes I wonder the same thing. I suppose the best way to put it is that I got the short end of a long stick, and coincidentally it got me thrusted so far from home."

 "Sometimes I feel homesick, but as you put it, life has our journey mapped out for us," Derrix said shifting his voice from a light and thoughtful tone to a concluding baritone, "besides, for now my only concern is completing my duties to this quest."

[Assistant]
Sana nodded in understanding, not so much understanding is past or what brought him there but perhaps a little bit of clarity to who he was; which seemed to her to be a rather complicated person but then again, weren't most if you took long enough to get to know them.

 "That is does," she remarked in reference to life having a mapped out path for us. "No matter what we wish of it, it seems." Rising a brow to his words that followed she looked over towards him. "Being focused on the current task can be a wise thing but have it be your only concern? Does that not leave you feeling empty at the end of a task before another is presented to you? A gap in ones very existence? Nothing to bridge one task to the next? What do you do then?" she asked slightly perplexed.

 Sana had lived her life since she left her troop wandering from place to place, with not much guidance or purpose other than to live and enjoy life but for her that had been enough. The people she had met, the adventures she had had, they all contributed to who she had become; as much as those that raised her, perhaps even more. Even though her main concern had been at the time to finish a task, each one was woven together with another by looking forward to the travels in between and seeing something new. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to only have one concern at a time, perhaps it was liberating not to have focus on more than one thing at a time.

[User]
Derrix frowned and looked at Sana, "I'm homesick."

 "Between my tasks I wait to go home," his voice had changed back to one of thought, "and if I can help as many people as I can before I rest by the fires of my homestead and feel the comfort of my own bed, so be it, all will be better for it."


[System]
Age: 20

Personality: Saria's not the best with people, but she tries her best to become friends with others. It hardly ever works out in her favor, though. She feels lonely more often than not, but she's very knowledgeable and can react quickly to most situations. She doesn't work well with others unless they're really close, which rarely happens with people other than family.

Abilities: Saria can completely control the darkness and shadows around her. She can blind enemies by concentrating the amount of darkness around someone, or she can solidify shadows in order to attack (spikes, tendrils, etc). The latter is much more draining, and she experiences crippling headaches and loss of vision when she's forced to overuse her power.

Background: Saria comes from a family of shadow magic users like herself, but her family neglected to tell her about it to maintain secrecy from the purists. She found out about her ability by accident during recess in the 5th grade, however, which caused widespread panic. The following week, her house was targeted by the purists. She only barely managed to escape with the help of her older brother, but her parents were unfortunately killed in the incident. Saria and her brother, both under new names, promptly moved in with her aunt and uncle in an attempt to maintain normality. Her brother taught her how to use her power so she could learn how to control and suppress it properly. Eventually, she graduated high school and was able to make it to college. Whether or not the purists will be able to track her down, though, remains to be seen.

[User]
Joshua instantly regretted his decision when it was very easy to see that his question had put her on the spot. It had not been his intention to make her uncomfortable but that seemed to be what he had managed. He was also very much aware of the fountain they had found themselves next to, its bubbling adding a strange texture to the situation, which Joshua now recognized as awkwardness or at least had become such. First day and he had already made her uncomfortable, a real smooth job.

The girl called Erin decided to avoid the question for the moment and Joshua felt like he needed to apologize but then she continued and thanked him for talking with her. It was quite a turn around for Joshua but Erin still seemed a bit out of it and could only glance at him. Joshua scratched the top of his head for a moment in embarrassment. "It was nothing, really glad I could help. Well don't worry about the other thing, you can tell me whenever, no rush."

Joshua stopped for a moment as things decided to just stall for a moment. What should he do now? Things were not exactly on the best of notes so he needed to do something to keep the new relationship going. Huh, to think he was already thinking of their encounter in terms of a relationship, at least a new friendship anyway. Well it is starting to get late, I'm sure you want to settle in. Still, do you want to meet up again soon? Maybe even tomorrow? Course if that's too soon you can choose another time."

Well that was that, the invitation was out and now he just hoped she would say yes. This had indeed turned into a very interesting day.

[Assistant]
Saria nodded at his response, but the air was still tense for a bit. She was doing so well with him before, but now she felt like she made Joshua feel completely awkward and that didn't really make it easy for her to talk. Thankfully, Joshua was quick to take the initiative and asked her what she was too frightened to ask herself. Thank goodness for that; it made things so much easier for her. Saria looked back at him with another smile.

"Yeah, that'd be great. I don't have anything I need to be doing tomorrow anyway," she explained. There was still a good week before classes began, and it wasn't like she had any other friends. Still, she wasn't expecting to see him again so soon, and it excited her that she would. Did that make her clingy? Desperate? Granted, he was the one who asked. ... Was he being clingy...? The thought greatly amused her, but she still wondered why he was so interested in her. She wanted to ask, but she felt that their conversation had been plagued with enough awkwardness for one day.

Saria blinked as she realized just how dark it was getting. She wanted to ask him if he had anything in mind for what to do tomorrow, but she thought that she should probably wrap things up. "Well," she started as she reached into her bag and pulled out her phone. "I can give you my number so you can text me when you're ready tomorrow." She wryly smiled. Now that she felt the awkward tension had left, she felt she could let off another joke. "Boys like it when girls give them their numbers, right?" she teased, hoping it wouldn't embarrass him as much as her first joke from earlier that day.

[User]
Heck it's every guy's dream to have a cute girl give their number voluntarily." Joshua teased back as he took out his own phone and started the process of exchanging numbers. It did not take much time as the phones exchanged information and soon it was done. "I'll text you tomorrow then, take care!" With a wave Joshua left, feeling quite accomplished for some reason.

Later that night he was settled in his room when his roommate came in. Instantly his roommate started to harass him. "Hey, heard from my fans you were spending time with a new girl. Finally got some interest after a year eh?" His roommate was an accomplished member of the tennis team and had quite a collection of fans; therefore giving him a pulse on anything that happened on campus. He was a year ahead and in a way had been a mentor to Joshua.

"Ha ha, I don't know if its anything like that Chris. Sure I suppose she's cute but you know me."

"Aye, Mr. Looks-don't-faze-me guy. Seriously I thought something was wrong with you last year when you brushed off anyone who flirted with you. I also felt like I'd have to watch my back."

Joshua rolled his eyes at the Junior, who had implied that he thought Joshua might have been gay. "I don't know what it was but something just edged me toward approaching her. I feel like she is someone I want to know. Anyway I'll text her tomorrow and hang out."

"Moving quickly eh? Sly Dog."

Joshua shoved Chris playfully into the wall. "Don't jinx it man, you better stick your nose out of this." Joshua really did not want Chris to get involved but he was sure it would not be a problem as the older student usually had a lot on his plate, especially since he was going into the medical field.

"If I feel like it."

[Assistant]
Saria nodded at his response and they exchanged numbers, but it was only until after he'd left when she realized he was implying she was cute. Her face turned beet red, and it was all she could do to cover her face in embarrassment. A boy talking to her was outlandish enough as is, but getting an actual compliment? Wow. Her brother was not going to believe this. When she composed herself and her heartbeat went down, she dragged herself back to her dorm.

Later that night as Saria was lazing around in her pajamas, she was on the phone with her older brother. His true name was Zarek, but he'd donned the pseudonym of "Jared." Saria told him about everything that'd happened, and it felt like she could go on forever about how happy it made her. Zarek, however, was the more skeptical of the two, and always questioned everything around him.

"Well, yeah, I'm happy for you and all. Just remember what I told you," he warned. "Always be wary around college boys."

"Jared, I just met him today," Saria reassured him. "I don't think he's the type who'd try anything funny. Even if he was, I know how to defend myself."

"Just be careful, okay? Don't take it the wrong way. You haven't sounded this happy in years, and I'd hate to see that ruined."

"I will," she confirmed before changing the subject. The siblings tried to make their conversations over the phone sound as normal as possible. They never knew if anybody else was listening in on their conversations, so any information about their heritage had to be kept tightly locked behind sealed lips.

The two continued to talk for about half an hour before saying goodbye and hanging up. Saria got on her desktop and surfed the web for a while before deciding to head to bed herself.

Morning had come quite early for Saria. She never normally cared about what she wore, but she felt the need to make another good impression for Joshua. She didn't really know why. Did everyone get like this? It was completely new to her. Regardless, she did the best she could with what she had. After a shower and basic hygeine, she'd put on white button-up shirt, some snug-fit dark jeans, sneakers, and she even put her hair into a bit of a ponytail. Just that was a major improvement, but Saria regretted not bringing any makeup with her as she noticed how pale she looked in her mirror. She took a deep breath and mumbled to herself. "Chill out. This isn't even a date. We're just hanging out. Calm yourself." Oh well. She did the best with what she had. With that, she sat back at her computer desk and awaited Joshua's text.

[User]
After his morning workout of running, a few sets crunches, push-ups and so on, Joshua had quickly hit the showers. The first blast had been a bit cold for some reason, well guy's dorms always did have the less maintained of facilities, he was done in record time and had quickly put together an outfit. What he ended up wearing was fairly simple, red-polo shirt, tan cargo pants, and trainers [as in the shoes]. Wardrobe accomplished with minimal effort he whipped out his phone and sent over the fated text.

"Good morning Erin, it's Joshua. Looking like a fine day today, so how about we meet up in say 10 minutes in front of Library then we'll decide a course of action from there. See ya soon." It was a bit short and to the point but in the end he preferred 'real' conversation over texting. Joshua quickly headed over to the neutral location to wait for who he believed was named Erin. There were some other students out and about but as classes were still a fair bit away there were certainly a lot less than there would be in about a week. A few people who recognized him gave their greetings and Chris responded in kind with his usual warmth.

As he waited Joshua could not help but feel a little on edge. It was just a faint prickling really but he was highly conscious of the fact that he really wanted Erin to like him and he was starting to feel the pressure. "Man, keep it together, what are you a high schooler with a crush?" He thought to himself. "We're just getting to know each other a little better is all, nothing to worry about, you hang out with people all the time." The inner monologue really was not helping, thankfully it was not just useless thoughts on his mind but also plans on what they should do for the day, which really depended on how much time Erin wanted to spend with him. Joshua wanted to make sure he did not accidentally over stay his welcome after all with someone he just met.

[Assistant]
Saria's phone vibrated on her desk, making her jump a little. She instantly knew that Joshua'd texted her, since it's not like she'd be expecting any texts from anyone else anyway. She picked up her phone, after her heart skipped a beat, and read his text asking her to meet up at the Library. It was pretty short and to-the-point, which surprised her somewhat. Wasn't he supposed to be the outgoing type? Hm. Maybe he just liked talking face-to-face more; it was something she could understand, but this meant that she couldn't hide behind a screen or anything when trying to talk to him, since it'd probably annoy him somewhat. He didn't really blame him; it was just unfortunate. "Sounds good, I'm on my way." She figured she'd better keep her messages short as well. She slipped her phone into her pocket, took one final deep breath to help her relax, then left to go meet up with him.

The walk to the library wasn't too noteworthy; nobody to really say "hi" to, so she just kinda squeezed on by while trying not to pay any mind to the other students. She simply went straight there, where she saw Joshua already waiting for her. His clothes looked good to her; not like she had any sort of fashion sense, made clear by her own attire and lack of make-up, but she thought they looked good on him. It suddenly hit her like a truck, though... She was almost too embarrassed to be around him. The doubt was crippling- since he knew a lot of people, she was sure they'd come up to him to greet him and then look at her. What if some other girl went up to him, looked at her, and said something like "I'm sure you could do better than that." She sighed. Suddenly she wasn't so sure about the whole thing... Still, though. He'd been kind to her yesterday, and skipping out on him last-minute would be unbelievably rude. She at least had the decency to show up and follow through. 'and stop worrying so much,' she thought to herself. 'It was easy enough to talk to him yesterday... Just go. You'll be fine.' After reassuring herself, she threw her sense of doubt away, mustered up the best smile she could, and walked over to him.

"Hey," she greeted with a little wave. "You look nice," she followed up, her heart beating more quickly since she was the one to initiate conversation this time. She at least hoped he wouldn't say anything about her attire, but she maintained her smile, refusing to let the doubt resurface.


[System]
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Age: not exactly known, appears around 35

Gender: Variable, male by birth

Rank: Peasant/Thief

Species: Metamorphic/Human

Appearance: Varies based on disguise being used. In his default form he is a slim male of below-average height, with pale skin, black eyes, & dark eyes. He has a lithe and graceful body with long, elegant hands.

Personality: Thomas is a cynical and jaded loner who spends the vast majority of his time by himself. He has no friends and prefers it that way, trusting no one with information on his private life. He treats new people with anything from curt mistrust to outright hostility. Due to his distant attitude, most who do not know him find him sinister in appearance and demeanor. Despite this and his profession as a career criminal, Thomas is not callous and is capable of feeling guilt for his actions.

Thomas could be considered a consummate professional. He is solely devoted to his profession, spending all his time and effort on larceny and honing his skills as a thief into an art. For Thomas, thievery is a form of freedom from the bonds of society and law. It is a central part of his identity; he steals because he's the best there is and he values his professional reputation. Thomas will often pass on jobs if they are too easy or do not involve proper thievery, while pursuing marks without commission if tempted with alluring challenge or reward. He views himself as a devoted thief and refuses to be something he perceives as lesser, be it an assassin or a grave robber. He finds needless death or collateral damage pragmatically abhorrent, viewing it as unprofessional and brings unneeded attention to his job.

Anytime he is not on a heist, he's planning the next one. What time Thomas uses for recreation he spends maintaining the clock tower he lives in as well as maintenance on his equipment. He also has both a personal and professional appreciation for fine art and craftsmanship. He is shown to collect rare and priceless items for his own personal collection, ranging from jewelry, paintings, or rare curios of unique historical significance.

History His parents died young, and he was thrown into the streets. Becoming a thief was inevitable, he possessed raw talent that meant he quickly excelled. He made sure to acquire in-depth knowledge of the Imperial City's streets, rooftops, and shadows to get by. His very survival depended on stealing, while he was still young he learned to swiftly relieve people of their possessions while they went about their daily business, leaving many to believe they had accidentally misplaced their belongings. For years he honed his thievery skills to perfection, also learning to craft his own clothing, gear and weaponry. Around the time he was seventeen he discovered his abilities. He didn't much care for it, but he knew it would be helpful so he trained at it like he trained to be a thief.

Eventually Thomas' met a Flask, a fence who was worth maintaining a relationship; over time the two became close professional friends, at least in Flask's opinion. Flask eventually introduced Thomas to Gail. Thomas was impressed with Gail's talent so took her on as an apprentice. For two years he began teaching her the skills he had acquired and they developed a working partnership. Gail's first solo job she killed a servant that spotted her. This reckless action horrified Thomas, he ended their partnership immediately.

Extra: As a thief he uses tools to steal, he uses a wrench, pry bar, wire cutter, lock pick, razor, & a claw (grappling hook). He also carries a blackjack & compound bow with a variety of arrows (Blast, Blunt, Broad head, Choke, Fire, Rope, Saw tooth, & Water)

[User]
"Sir!"
A timid, but firm voice tore Elias from his descending panic at the hopeless situation. Startled, he turned to the voice to see the fragile looking mage staring at him, her posture tense as if itching to flee. Before he could snap at the girl for yelling at him, the hounds lept towards the carriage- more specifically, Elias's precious face- in a repulsive clump, snarling and frothing at the mouth with a hungry expression on their deformed faces. He froze as the creatures lept for him, and only his fingers twitched, as if to summon a spell.

As soon as they lunged for the carriage, the beasts were impaled, huge ice crystals shooting up to keep them at bay. Elias lept back to avoid being splattered with blood, recalling what Lady Valtoris had shouted just moments before.

"Please... you have to pay attention. Without your barrier, they'd all come in at once. I'll block you." The girl pleaded, her eyes shining. The nobleman felt a sudden urge to laugh- he had expected to be scolded by her, which would have been both humiliating and an innapropriate way to adress an aristocrat. Yet, somehow being pleaded with made him more angry. Did anything make this little thing angry? Why, if someone ran up to her and stole everything she owned, she would probably apologize and tell the crook he forgot to take her purse.

Grumbling nonsense insults, Elias pushed his glasses a little further up his nose, and once again activated the shield, this time extending his hand a touch more, hoping that this time the shield would cover the whole wagon. Meanwhile, Lady Valtoris, the coachman, and the lumbering pile of metal had busied themselves as well fighting off the hounds. Lady Valtoris backed up towards the wagon, so they were secured more or less from all sides. If Elias wasn't so terrified he would have watched much more attentively. Even from a distance, it was easy to recognize her expertise on elemental magic.

Unfornutatly, his swooning was cut short as the carriage halted abrubtly. The horses whinnied in fear in front of the carriage, and although Elias couldn't see what was causing their fear, he could definetly feel it in the way the ground shook. Elias, still extending his hands to maintain the shield, poked his head out the window to see what was causing all the fuss, and instantly wished he hadn't. Strangely enough, someone seemed to be fighting it.

" And I thought this couldn't get any worse," he grumbled, past the point of terror. At this point, he was just annoyed with this whole ordeal. The shield began to glow brighter and denser in an attempt to protect the carriage and it's inhabitants. Elias didn't need to push himself for long- an anguished wail rose from the creature as it fell to the ground with a thud. To finish off the beast, the thief blew it to bits, causing blood and guts to fly through the air like rain. Once again, Elias fought the bile rising in his throat. Honestly, was shooting the thing really neccesary? It looked dead enough to him, no need to overdo it. He glared at the thief as he climbed in, complaining on the victor of the fight, which appeared to be the strange metal being.

Elias frowned. " It might be strong, but I'm hardly convinced that hollow metal creature's even the slightest bit clever." He snorted.

[Assistant]
"I... I can try..." Began the little thing as Thomas (@Burning Kitty) ordered a larger wall of ice. Eir had already used so much power just fighting back the creatures, but if it could help she would definitely try harder. Before she could, however, Miral (@SanaChan) had taken the initiative to do it for her but rather with flames. Just for caution, Eir raised the ice crystals higher, blocking off any potential places that the undead beings could dodge around the pillars of fire.

The little thing squeaked as the carriage was forced forward, she falling onto one knee from the sudden movement. "Waah! Eir!" The stuffed rabbit, who had been terrified into being frozen scared, ran to his friend and hugged her. "You're okay, right?!"
"I-I'm fine..."

They both turned their eyes to the towering behemoth of rotten flesh that charged towards them, but as soon as it appeared it was destroyed by the other members of the group. Eir looked out in awe. Maybe I'll be that powerful some day...

She gave a small yelp as a burned, late member (@Scrivenshafts) was thrown towards the carriage. Eir and Roger used their combined strength to grab him and pull him up. "Eir, do you have enough strength left for a healing spell?" Eir hesitated, but gave a nod. She held her hands out in front of her, kneeled beside Spade. A coldness radiated down over the body, numbing and chilled as slowly the pain ebbed away, and as she retracted her hands the burns and scrapes were all gone.

"Eir!"

The girl slumped over on her side, laid on the floor of the carriage. Cuts appeared from nowhere on her skin, leaking dribbles of blood. "I told you not to overdo it! If you didn't have the strength, you should've said so..." muttered Roger, he taking her head into his tiny lap and petting her head as she slept. "You'll be fine... just rest up..."

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Spade gasped as he regained consciousness. Where once had been painful burns, bruises, and scraps was now gentle cooling that seemed to pulsate with his heart beat. Second to his sudden healing his thoughts turned to his now dead horse. Stupid. He should have waited to rush past the beast until he was sure it was down. Now his horse was surely broken at the bottom of the ravine.
"I told you not to overdo it! If you didn't have the strength, you should've said so... You'll be fine... just rest up..." (@Cherrywitch) A small but bold voice brought Spade from his thoughts. His eyes flashed open he was laying on the wagon. Sitting up he saw a young girl slumped to the floor of the wagon next to him. Her white hair cascaded across her face hiding her eyes. A tattered doll rabbit sat in her lap staring at him?
Suddenly Spade remembered again that the beast had not been down last he remembered. He quickly shifted to a kneeling position to look out of the wagon. He saw what appeared to be a glowing suit of armor walking... hovering away from the scorched and ooze covered stone. A darkly garbed man pulled himself into the wagon tossing complaints about the metal golem.
"It might be strong, but I'm hardly convinced that hollow metal creature's even the slightest bit clever." (@emu) a noble boy chided. Spade's crooked smile altered his face as he saw the pale green of the boy's face. He was terrified.
 "Oh? Not clever? Surely the magic suit of armor is clever enough to hold himself together. So why can't he be clever in other ways?" Spade said pulling himself off the ground and extending a hand toward the boy.  "Oh, I'm Spade by the way. Sorry I'm late. But you all know the atrocity of the noble politics."

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A sigh left Miral's lips as the chaos came to an end though her ears were painfully ringing from her proximity to the Warden's attack. She rolled her eyes at the thief's complaints, "At least he's more useful than the one sitting back and merely barking orders but only attacking once the thing is dead," she said coolly as she got down, tying Ryfon's horse to the back of the carriage so she didn't have to lead it, though she wondered where the other girl's horse got to- Sugar, was it? How basic a name, though it seemed to fit her maturity level.
Miral remounted her steed before looking at the Warden, "I'm aware we're late, but we'll make up for lost time on the open plains in Waylox, provided we don't run into brigands and thieves. Though the whole bit would go much faster if you didn't wander off in the wild blue yonder on a whim," she said before turning her horse and starting to the front of the carriage. The horses had calmed down considerably with the current threat gone, and Ryfon urged them forward at a quick but gentler pace. Whenever they finally made camp, he was going to have to check the integrity of the harness to be sure the next time they bolted like that they didn't break it- and it was unlikely going into a canyon of dragons that they wouldn't try it again.
If only it would be that long before they crossed a dragon.
As the carriage made its way to the other side of the bridge, past the swirling negativity and dark energy that came out of the crag like a thick smog, though it wasn't something that could be seen or touched- Ryfon and Miral felt it settling on them like weights nonetheless-, she immediately put her hand up, wanting them to hold as she could feel something brewing. Something definitely wasn't right. She allowed them to proceed forward, and started to the think the crag was making her paranoid as the edge of the dead woods came into view- not that the view on the other side of it was much more hope-inspiring considering the war that had been raging internally in Waylox for several years now- and nothing had come to strike them. But her horse was the one to let her know she was right to be wary. Her steed reared back. forcing her to clutch her saddle not to go flying off, as the ground in front of them stirred. Ryfon stopped the carriage and stood, bracing himself for needing to actually get involved this time.
The ground poured away as a skeletal claw lifted itself from the ground, nearly the size of the carriage itself. It planted itself on the ground and pushed, lifting the bony, leathery skin covered arm out of the ground, the trees to the side of the cracking, breaking, and falling as a large mass emerged from the ground, a dim red glow filling the sockets of the giant skull of a dragon. The body was nothing more than bones and the remnants of skin hanging off the sharper corners, something vague leftover pieces of its wings still connecting the different fingers of the large appendages that were stills somehow connected to its back.
"You have got to be joking.... how on earth are we supposed to fight that?!"
"We don't, we need to run, now! Go, go!" Miral shouted at him and he sat back down, taking the reigns and snapping them to get the horses to go while Miral threw up a firewall to try and buy them some space. The dragon took a step back but overall didn't seem deterred by the fire. It reached for her, but she moved out of the way before the claw crashed into the ground where she had just been, "For crystal sake," she hissed as she looked at the giant beast, glancing to make sure the carriage had clearance before turning and starting after it as it cleared the edge of the woods. The dragon turned and started to come after them regardless, just like the dogs and the elephant beast- ready to kill them with no regard to any semblance of its own well-being.

[User] "Miss High & Mighty if you want as soon it's safe I am out of here. If you prefer someone who can actually deal with the brigands and thieves without resorting to murder you better learn real quick that I am not going to go through my arrows like you use magic, then you better learn real quick. They don't regenerate, I either have to buy or steal more and most of the better ones I made and I don't have the materials here to make more. As for it being dead, did you not notice it was still moving? Guess you were to busy celebrating that thing's victory." Before the bitch could respond the damn dragon came out. "For fuck's sake. I am going to kill my fence if I survive this."


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Appearance:

Gender:Male

Age:17

Year Level:2nd

Faction/club: Student Council

Power: Cloning- Maxwell can create up to 2 clones of himself at any time, and is able to see and feel through these clones, as if they were simply extensions of himself. These clones are exact copies of himself on every level, created from just air, and can be destroyed at a moment's notice if he feels like the clone is no longer necessary. He is also able to switch his consciousness between these clones, making whatever body he currently resides in his real body, and any other one a clone. Basically, he can create a clone, switch to that body, and delete the body he was just in. Clones take about 1 second to appear, and half a second to disappear. Maxwell generally uses this ability to avoid direct physical combat, using the clones to trick his opponent, and protect his "real" body from actual harm. These clones cannot be created very distant from himself, at most 5 feet away, but can be deleted from any distance. Most things on his person are usually cloned along with his organic matter, though, complex machinery doesn't copy well, such as a phone, which would be copied as a useless brick of stuff. Larger objects, which would include most stuff unable to be easily held in one hand, cannot be cloned.

Bio:
Maxwell has always hated his parents. They had both been in the military, and both had a love for combat sports. While they loved combat, Maxwell hated it. He found fighting to be a worthless endeavor that never solved anything. When his parents found out that he could clone himself, effectively keeping a fresh body for every fight, they shoved him off to Kagetora Highschool almost immediately.

During his first year in his own personal hell, he found that fighting here was worth something, and would be really good for him, in the end. Though, he found fighting to be a hassle, since he was not the strongest, even though his parents had trained him for a good 6 months before hand. After about 3 awful fights in which he lost very fast, he developed his strategy. He would run around, confuse and tire out his opponent, and then have them forfeit. He would keep switching bodies, keeping his stamina rather high, as any new clones he would create mid-combat wouldn't be tired at all. Unless all 3 bodies were damaged at the same time, he would be able to fully recover from the damage. He never challenged anybody, and only accepted challenges he knew he could win, and he got a good number of challenges about halfway through his first year. His longest match to date lasted 5 hours. He only has 3 losses to his name, which were his first 3 matches.

The story of how he became the Vice President of the Student Council is rather funny. It was the last day of his first year, and the previous Vice President wanted to put Maxwell in his place. You see, people tended to dislike the guy who won fights by running away and waiting for people to concede. Maxwell accepted the challenge almost immediately, since the previous Vice President's power was to turn his body into different metals, mostly for the purpose of punching with an iron fist. The Vice President was so confident, that he put his spot on the Student Council on the line. Of course, the Vice President never even got a hit on Max, and gave up within 1 hour.

Maxwell is a rather smart guy, though a lot of people see him as a smartass and an asshole, even though he tends to be rather considerate. Maxwell isn't cocky, he isn't hot headed, and he doesn't really like fighting. He only fights for points/ranks, and those don't even mean that much to him. He can be snarky, and a smartass to an extent, but an asshole he is not.

Maxwell doesn't really know what to do with his rather new position, as this will be his first year of being the Vice President of the Student Council, but with the President being away, things don't seem to be in Maxwell's favor.

Score: 161,700R/118,000P
Dorm: Student Council Dorms

@RoflsMazoy didn't read you said to consider myself accepted until a few seconds ago. I will get a post up in a little bit.

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The Boxing Ring

The crowd was silent, watching the interaction between the luchador and the cheerleader with interest. A pin drop could be heard! All breath was held! Some poor kid in the stands was going blue, and it was not the guy who had the power to turn into a blueberry muffin!

"Then it is, A DATE!" roared El Ruidoso de Marad, Mighty Lucha Wrestler, with his FIERY PASSION! The crowd immediately burst into cheers and applause! Camera flashes went off, women threw their underwear, and all around them was the chant of 'Lu! Cha! Lu! Cha! Lu! Cha!' Truly the audience appreciated the dramatic showmanship of El Ruidoso!

The chants continued as El Ruidoso through his arms wide, rose in his hand, basking in the glory and attention and showing of his magnificent oiled six pack! Then a thrown bra hit him in the face. THAT DID NOT DETER HIM! With grace, he removed the bra from his face and turned in the direction it came from. With a dramatic bow and a blown kiss, he acknowledged the bra before placing it neatly on the edge of the ring. One must treat the undergarmets of females with respect!

But a man had addressed him, and El Ruidoso was not the type of man to leave a comrade in the lurch! "Greetings Señor! It is truly an honour for I, El Ruidoso de Marad, to meet a man who defeated such a terrifying enemy so!" boomed El Ruidoso, paying no attention to any damage his loud voice might cause to the man's eardrums! He bowed deeply, one hand to chest and the other out behind him, the true form of respect for a martial combatant such as himself! The crowd cheered further, witnessing the beginning of the apocalypse to come.

Finally, he re-adopted the kneeling pose to face Misaki and handed her the rose. "My fairest lady, I am at your service! The strength of El Ruidoso de Marad is yours to command! My true power and FIERY PASSION will be invested into your cause! A noble cause..." and on that ominous note he stood again to behold the crowd once more... "AND IT'S NAME IS BOXERMANIA!"

The crowd achieved the impossible! They cheered as loud as El Ruidoso de Marad himself! This brought a tear to the lucha's eye! He felt true pride in his companeros here this fine day! They had honoured him with their presence and he shall honour them in kind! For it was his FIERY PASSION that would bring Boxermania to new heights! For the love of a lady and the fight of a lifetime, El Ruidoso de Marad knew no greater honour!

[Assistant]
Just outside of the boxing gym stood Raymond, who desperately tried to ignore the commotion going inside by pressing his phone harder to his right ear, while he stuck his finger in his left. There was literally no spot around the school where one could have a decent phone conversation. There were either fights going on or there were the overzealous students who were thinking of enlisting in this famous tournament. Even in the dorms, which were supposed to be private shelters, you'd be waken up at 3 a.m by someone enthusiastically shouting his name or listing all his daily achievements. It was a place even Willy Wonka would brand as weird.

Following a succession of beeps, a voice was heard on the other end of the line. "Yo, Ray!", the man pronounced excitedly, hints of an Asian accent detected. While initially not vocal about it, Ray was seemingly pissed off by the man's buoyant attitude. He went silent for a while, before echoing the man's word back as loudly as possible "Yo Ray? YO RAY?!" His facial expression got ugly by the second, and his tone got so intense that a vein bulged out of his head. He then proceeded:

"You leave me in this god forsaken place and YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO BE ALL CHEERY WHEN I CALL YOU?!"

"What's wrong, son?", the man, now revealed to be Ray's father, Yosuke, replied after a brief intermission, his tone now showing concern instead of optimism. While he would never admit, Yosuke's happiest day was the day his son joined Kagetora. He was so committed to creating a decent human being out of his son that both he, and his wife, forgot to live their own lives. Even now, when they had the chance, their misfit son was going to keep bothering them. He was understandably concerned.

"I thought you'd like the place. I thought it would be like home to you", he continued.

"NOTHING in this place even slightly resembles home. People fight here for no reason, and most of them are way out of my league. Heck, there is one who is rumored to be a God of sorts. A God, Yosuke!", Raymond exclaimed, stepping a few feet away from the Boxing gym due to the noise becoming significantly louder.

"Good, right? You'll finally put your abilities to a test.", Yosuke said.

"Did you even hear a word I said?! This place isn't like any other High School! Besides, I thought you wanted me to stop fighting once and for all.", Raymond shot back, visibly annoyed by how lightly his father treated the entire situation.

"I-I've changed my mind", Yosuke stammered. "Turns out some people have made careers off your back. Besides, can you guarantee me that you'll stop punching people if I pull you out of there?"

His father's last sentence proved to be an armor-piercing question for Raymond. Surely, he would never cease fighting, not with his current mindset. To be clear, Raymond was not someone who would beat people indiscriminately. He just had a very short fuse and, much to his dismay, there were plenty of assholes who were willing to light that fuse. His parents made no mistakes either. His father was retired, so he spent a lot of time with him, while his mother had nothing to give him but love. They had enough money to fulfill all of his childhood wishes, and everything was dandy. That is, up until he reached seven years old. That's when something clicked on his head and he became the violence obsessed yellow haired monster he is now.

After a silence, which appeared to last for ages, when in reality it was merely seconds, Raymond spoke, his tone getting calmer. "No, I can't.", he lowered his head in desperation, almost as if submitting to his fate, when something in his head popped. "Wait, wait, hold on a minute! What do you mean with 'people made careers off your back?"

"Oh yeah, remember Timothy? The guy you beat up in Elementary because he gave you an origami rose, and you considered that to be an insult to your manhood? He actually became an anti-Bullying advocate, and is holding awareness tours throughout schools in England.", Yosuke recapped.

Raymond raised his head up, still holding his phone against his ears. "Timothy, Timothy..", he couldn't quite recall who the kid was. There were a lot of guys called Timothy who fell prey to his wrath, but only one flamboyant enough to give the guy with the worst impulse control an origami flower. Truthfully, even Ray was of the opinion that Tim didn't deserve the punishment he got, but he was still a kid back then. His anger wasn't as refined as now.

As soon as he visualized the kid's face, Ray nodded to no one in particular, glad that he could remember one of his victims. Well, as glad as a socipath can be. Then something dawned on him. "I'm certain I broke Timothy's jaw, though. How the hell can one speak in front of people with a broken jaw?"

Yosuke snickered, a snicker which then would evolve into a faint colorless laugh. "Y-yeah, you're not wrong. I've heard his sister does the speaking, and he writes the speeches.", the man stammered.

"Oh.", Ray replied, only now realizing that his Dad was trying to avoid the main topic. With that in mind, he decided to get them back on track. "So, what's it gonna be? You gonna pull me out of here, or leave me here to deal with these rejected Cirque du Soleil mascots?"

"Sorry buddy, but I can't. You left me with only two choices; a teenage correctional facility or this school. This seemed like the best option. Try and have fun while you're at it, join these clubs, kick somebody's ass and who knows, you might even make friends. And when the time comes that I'm sure you're past those violent outbursts, I'll come by myself and take you home. I promise.". Finishing his final pronouncement, Yosuke hung up the phone, leaving a distraught Ray with the typical beeping sound that the phone makes. He pulled the cellphone away from his ear and glared at it for a split second, before taking a deep breath and violently slamming it down the tiles, effectively shattering it to pieces.

"GODDAMMIT!", no longer withholding himself back, Ray shouted as much as his vocal chord would allow it. This had never happened before. He had this deep rooted feeling on his heart that he was unwanted by his parents, but he always convinced himself otherwise. Now though, it was painfully obvious.

Sliding with his back down the wall, on the verge of tears, he took a seated position on the ground and decided to assess his situation. He was a freshman, with no friends and a school where simply beating people to assert dominance wasn't an option - in other words, a fish out of water. There were clubs he could join, but most of the clubs didn't suit his style. He disliked guns, he hated boxing mainly for promoting fairness in a fight, his skills as an archer were lackluster and he considered cooking to be a waste of time. The only club that would fit him was the Fighting Club, but that one was too chaotic for his tastes. His only option left; The Kagetora Rumble. That was where he could prove his might.

TL;DR - Ray asks his Dad to get him out of the school via phone call, he refuses, Ray slams the phone down and decides to participate in the Kagetora Rumble

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Maxwell looked up and sighed.

 "Well, that puts us in a tight corner, doesn't it?" Maxwell said, pacing around the room. "Couldn't you ask them if they could use the facilities on a different day, or maybe we could get the rumble moved to a different day?" Max kept pacing around, throwing thoughts around, and just being in panicky state. He needed to calm down. Max took a deep breath, and sat back in his seat. "I mean, we don't want an old guy to have a heart attack because he saw a bunch of teenagers trying to kill each other for sport." Maxwell leaned back, looking at the ceiling. "Yea, we are going to need to get the rumble moved." Once he had stopped his ramblings, he looked back at the others in the room.

Maxwell didn't have much of a clue on what to due, since, until this year, he didn't know much about the student council. He felt like a fish out of water, gasping for breath in a world they don't understand. Anyone who knew what they were doing would have issued orders and had the problem solved by now.


[System]
Age: 17

Appearance:

Bio/Summary: Crispin was born to a noble house that had fallen on very rough times due to a generational honour that slowly ate away at the family's prosperity. Noblesse Oblige. It is those two words that represent so much that dictated much of Crispin's early life. He must take care of those from a lower station no matter how much personal hardship it would cause him or his family to suffer. Crispin naturally saw this as self-destructive and simply had to look at the past generations whom had allowed the family wealth and wellbeing to be feasted upon by what Crispin grew to see as parasites and would swear he could feel himself being eaten away at in his own home.

Still as any noble should, Clean didn't speak up nor dis he complain to his family. He silently accepted his family's choice and he simply chose to not be a part of it any longer. Changing his last name to Clean, cutting all ties to his family as his old name faded. With his Clean break, Crispin relied upon his personal skills to enter the Cadenza Imperial Military Academy and began his quest for personal gain and a respectable life. And in regards to his family 'tradition' with Noblesse Oblige? Crispin refuses to let such an obligation to serve imposed by those in the past shackle him. If he provides a service, he will be compensated. Obligation and tradition isn't something you can eat, so he can't live off of it.

Vessel: In its Dormant state, Crispin's Vessel, Dumah, takes the appearance of a red business tie. By simply removing the tie, the fabric unfurls into a rapier with a basket hilt. The blade is crimson matching his tie in colour and the basket hilt is gold.

Abilities: Crispin's Dumah possesses the ability of "Silence". When the ability is activated, within a 50 meter radius of him no sound is made, not from clashing weapons, not from the wind, nothing. The longer Silence is used the more world loses its lustre, colours slowly fade as it is in effect potentially resulting in a monochrome world within his boundaries, as if the quiet pollutes the world into becoming a silent film.

Equipment: Crispin carries a small array of throwing knives with which he practices diligently and at his hip he has a parrying dagger to pair with Dumah in its rapier form.

Trivia/Other: Crispin hates mess. A mess means that he isn't in control of either himself or the situation, either scenario being greatly frustrating. Crispin isn't so pathetic as to become catatonic or anything so drastic at such a situation, but the messier he is the more likely it is for him to act recklessly and for his temper to show where he can become downright vicious.

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Regina listened to the plan that the Princess put forward, having noted that the obvious medic of the group, Althea she thought, followed her into the building and Esther from earlier was in another. However, something in the back of her mind nudged at her about the princess's plan. The plan's outcome would be interesting, but the more Regina went through it in her mind the worse it got. Whether the end result was to rodeo a Roc or have it hit the piece of rope, there was simply too much risk especially with collapsing village buildings and a rope that may not even be strong enough despite what the princess said. Furthermore, she was underestimating nature, at least to Regina. Adolescent Rocs were fast learners, but may simply just learn to not do something that a late member just did and attempt a different approach instead of retreating. They also had their own feelings and bonds, just like any living being would. No, Regina had a extremely bad feeling about this plan. Too flashy, typical of royalty and "higher" nobility than her own family.

And she is said to be one of the highest ranking officers in the military. I fear for the rest of the Empire...

That was it! She was going to take action. If no one else was going to stand up to this, she was if only to not get killed. "Princess, your plan is terrible!"  Regina shouted back to her. No doubt she was going to get some evil eyes and dissent. She was, after all, the new girl to this entire cadet squad and she was just now telling the grand princess that everyone practically worships that her plan was stupid. Remembering what she knew about Rocs, mostly on how to avoid them, she began to conter the Princess's plan with her own. "We don't have to kill any of them! All we have to do is escape or make them believe we escaped!" Regina was quickly looking around from outside the building she was in as she was looking for something that could help them with this improvised on-the-spot but simpler plan. It took a bit of quick surveying, but Regina saw a ruined aqueduct that could be used. "There is an aqueduct and a few buildings that can be used over there for such a purpose, as can the well! Lots of trees and cover to move without detection from the sky! Some improvised cover and a huge distraction to draw the birds' attention or blinding them for a few seconds would also do wonders." With the sun out, the Rocs will have an easier time spotting them, so they had to take that into account. Still, they'd be exposed to fewer opportunities to become bird food than following the princess's plan. A smoke bomb or something similar could work to blind the birds and give them enough time to hide.

Now, was the time where she did mention a portion of the princess's plan that at least sounded somewhat right with someone acting as bird bait. "Bait will be good as a backup plan to lead them away!" It was a plan that she made on the spot, albeit ducking into cover from the giant birds. She'd make a much more concrete plan, but as it is there would be confusion between to either follow her own plan or the princess's plan and Regina did not know what everyone was capable of. If this didn't work out, well, there was always run into the church and another intact building, make a last stand, and punish any Rocs that fly near them. Either way, Regina listened to the reactions that everyone else had and kept to the cover of the building.

[Assistant]
✠ G R A D O N G I L T W I T H ✠

⛨ Current Location: Village Ruins ⛨

Little time could be spent for Gradon to return the Princess' words and gesture of unity towards him. By the sounds of the screeching above, the Rocs would not give them such luxuries anyway, swooping down upon the cadets out of spite and anger. Regardless of what was causing these monsters to behave in such a way, their intent was clear. Naturally, the cadets reacted by splitting up, running to the nearest cover they could find thanks to Regina's warning.

That left Gradon in…the wide-open space. "Maybe it was a bad idea using a sword Vessel," he said to no one in particular, staring down a Roc that began to charge at him. "Really, really regretting it now…" With a swing of his blade, he blocked the massive bird's talons, being dragged against the ground slightly before using its momentum to throw it off in some other direction. The Roc sped back into the air, though not before screeching in pain; a fresh score had manifested over its left foot, a result of Gradon's abilities.

No sooner was one cast aside that another took its place, ready to gouge Gradon with its bared claws. Likewise, the young cadet prepared to dodge to the side, only to see the bird be hit by an invisible attack; of course, wind! He turned right back around and ran to whatever shelter there was left, seeing the rest of the cadets do the same; sticking it out there would only get him killed eventually with one wrong move.

The long-ranged cadets would have the better advantage in this fight, bullets, gusts of sharp wind, and even vials flung about to keep the creatures at bay. Once the entirety of them had regrouped, Ires was already formulating some kind of plan. He didn't know what the Princess had in mind, but a crazy plan was better than no plan right now and he watched the others depart to their duties. He would have to remind himself to thank Esther for saving him later.

"I don't know where Natus is. But if he's survived this long with his hit and run tactics, he'll survive this," he told Ires before turning to Szeren. "Can you provide cover fire for our distractions? All of them use short-ranged Vessels so we'll need someone to make sure they don't die on us-" Suddenly, an outburst cut off his words and he, no doubt like most others still in the area, turned to the source of it.

Gradon listened to Regina's words before frowning. "Regina, turning around and running isn't the best course of action now. As Imperial cadets, what good are we if we can't even face this one threat?" he said. "Princess Ires has more experience in combat than any of us so I think she has something up her sleeve. And we all voted for her as leader, right? We don't have time to be arguing about which plan is better. We follow what the leader says because we trust them, alright?" He glanced at the Princess. "And this is as good a time as ever to see if she deserves our trust."

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@KoL@Hammerman@DracoLunaris@TheWindel@Mercurial

TZI TI'AMTUM

"Then we'll just have to kill more of these birds than you!" was Tzi's boisterously cheerful reply to Leblanc, even as he fired the anchor hanging from the back of Retiarius, the grey chunk of metal rocketing through the air in order to stab through the wing of one of the rocs. "Sometimes you just wanna bit of pink, yeah?"

He fired off another magical net from his trident with a large roar, hoping to grab another one of the flying birds with the heavy, dangerous fibres. Tzi Ti'amtum grinned, blood pumping through his veins as he watched the sky, hands gripped tightly onto the shaft of his Vessel. If they wanted to attack him and his buddies in such huge numbers, then he'd make sure to give them a real bloody pounding. It'd mean he wouldn't need to do so much of that when he was cooking them, too!

It wasn't wrong to say that the tall young man was certainly having fun, even if the birds were certainly way out of his league.

"While you guys are cooking up plans," he called out, legs already moving in the direction of the square, "try and get these guys in the wings while you can! If I were a bird, I'd try and pull back if somebody was hitting them!"

He didn't know which approach they were going for, but he could do the basic thing at least, and that was cover Esther and Althea. It wasn't cool to let some mates act like vulnerable lambs being attacked by eagles (or in this case, super big birds), so he was closing in on their position pronto.

If his nets nabbed any of the rocs, they'd certainly be feeling his pain if they went for the attack. And if that anchor wedged itself into a bird, he hoped he could pull harder than it could.

"Somebody get Leon to do that earth thing!" he shouted out as well. "Some sudden pillars could take them off guard!"

[Assistant]
A small smile that looked uncomfortable on Clean's face could be glimpsed for a moment. He might not like the Princess, but he can at least respect her and the answer Ires gave spurred the feeling in Clean. Nodding Clean accepted their leader and was about to find something to eat when he thought he heard something...

Avian screeches pierced his ears, and the flapping of wings causes a strong breeze to gust past Clean making it quite the shame he lacked a cloak or mantle to flap dramatically behind him. The group scrambled to battle positions whereas Clean was almost obnoxiously casual about the situation. Straightening his clothes, the crimson tie unfurled and took on the sheen of a polished blade, golden basket hilt blooming around his hand with a delicate pattern. Catching the light, Clean could see his reflection stained red in the blade.

"Swords don't really work well on giant monster birds. At least until they get closer." concurring with Gradon on the particular choice of Vessel, Clean angled the blade to see the Roc's approaching and the reflected light glaring into a diving Roc's eyes as he quickly sidestepped and took a passing swipe with his blade at the creature. The complaints against the Princess' plan grated on Clean's ears however, even as he silently admitted the validity of the suggestions.

"Regina. I respect your opinion, but Ires has been elected leader with Gradon as the vice captain. We're mere cadets so all we can do is try our all to make certain that our leader's plan succeeds. Next time we elect someone, I'll vote for you if you wish to lead, but we need to be unified at this moment and make a clean getaway from this mess. I'm of limited use since Farris volunteered to be the bait, admittedly given her agility she's more likely to survive such a role." Moving into the cover of a building, or at least what was one, Clean's lighter blade was raised up alongside his cheek, point aimed at where Leblanc was to be the bait and preparing to dash out at a moments notice. His immediate goal being to shred one of the Roc's wings so that even if it does escape the bindings mentioned in Ires' plan it can't escape. Good plans have back ups. Good soldiers make a leader's plan succeed. Clip its wings. Ground it. Kill it. Maybe have a nice roast Roc for a meal. A stew? That might take longer, but could make less of a mess.


[System]
Age: They appear as 19-year-old human boys, maybe a bit younger, but are actually 234 and a half.

Gender: Male

Species: Fae twins. A lesser form of Tricksters.

Though they can change their appearance using their powers, they prefer to remain their normal selves when not up to their usual tricks. Though it's nearly impossible to tell them apart by their faces alone and they tend to dress the same, often in casual business attire, the two are usually easily identified by the different highlights in their otherwise jet black hair. While Soren has purplish highlights, Nikolai, who is the younger of the two, has blue. They both have heterochromatic eyes, one teal and the other magenta in mirror images of each other. Note: just minus the eye patch in the picture.
Personality: Though nearly polar opposites, the two even each other out, creating a balance between them. Should they be separated for too long, their personalities spiral out of control, turning them both outwardly and inwardly destructive.
 The Not-So-Polar-Opposite: Together, they are playful and, like most tricksters, have a love for toying with mortals and immortals alike and seeing justice served to the pompous and arrogant. They enjoy teasing and playing off each other, and act somewhere between brothers and best friends.
 Soren: He is adventurous on the verge of reckless, overly enthusiastic, impulsive, and likes to talk. A LOT. His emotions can change on a dime, making him borderline bipolar. In a way, Soren has taken a leader position, always spying out their next target and finding their newest adventure. He is protective of his brother, but refuses to say it aloud. Since the presence of his brother keeps him from crossing the line and brings about a sense of level-headedness, when separated from Nikolai for too long, he becomes outright malicious, and his mental state becomes unstable and unpredictable, making him a danger to both himself and anyone who gets too close.
 Nikolai: He is extremely wary, but always seems calm, even though his mind works constantly, playing out scenarios of every possible outcome in his and his twin's current situation, and is always planning ahead in case their plans go awry. Nikolai is the quiet one, speaking aloud only when necessary and frequently utilizing the mental connection between him and Soren. Since Soren's presence brings courage and enjoyment that keeps fear at bay, if Nikolai is separated from his twin for too long, anxiety and panic become his masters, making him dangerously irrational as he tries to escape his surroundings and own mind as it continues to play out the worst possibilities, driving him to a howling insanity that is downright terrifying.

Fears: Soren: Though not a full-blown fear, he loathes dogs, and actively avoids them. His shared fear with Nikolai is also more severe than his twin's. Nikolai: Being caged, especially without Soren within sight, and has a more conscious fear of iron. Shared: Being separated from one another for that dangerous amount of time. The mere thought of entering their crazed states sends a chill down their spines.

Ability: Physical Law Immunity/Manipulation: Basically, the laws of physics and science don't apply to them. They can pretty much create their own reality, bending it in ways most deem illogical. This ability allows them to accomplish many otherwise impossible feats, such as turning one thing into something else entirely or completely change the universal laws. For example, making a cat bark, fire freeze, turn bricks into rubber, shoes into springs… all with little more than a thought. Limitations and Exceptions: While simple and quick small stuff doesn't bother them too much, the longer they maintain their manipulation or the more absurd the impossibility, the shorter time they can hold it without depleting their abilities and energy and needing rest… or food. They are stronger when together, and weaker apart until their madness sets in. They are also only capable of manipulating things within their line of sight, can't create things out of thin air or complete alternate realities, and cannot manipulate the physiology of anyone besides themselves and a select few weak-minded and –willed humans. They are also incapable of changing the reality of iron. Lastly, much to their chagrin, their abilities seem to drain them faster within the Collector's dastardly brilliant mansion, and the structure itself imposes its own limitations of what they can do to it.
 Fae Abilities: Because they are still of the faerie people, they have a couple of the usual abilities of the common Fae. This includes the simple detection of the presence of magic to an extent, the ability to see through the glamours of lesser faeries, and sensing their own ilk. However, they also have the usual weaknesses: They can be contained and/or easily killed by devices made of iron, and its close proximity saps both their powers and strength. Iron, in a greater concentration, can also burn them, but these two can force any scars it would normally leave to heal. As well, if they strike a deal with someone, they absolutely must hold to their end of the bargain, no matter what.
 Twin Psychic Connection: Soren and Nikolai can communicate with each other telepathically. They also have a sense about each other, and know when the other is hurt or distressed. Though their telepathy powers weaken with distance, they can still sense the other's well-being.

Short History: When they were first born, they were quite the spectacle; after all, twins are a rarity in the faerie realm. Growing up, the two were inseparable, and often caused havoc through both their and the human realm. Through the years, they made a reputation for themselves among the Fae and supernatural world as they struck out at society's most renowned members, dropping them, if you will, down the rabbit hole and back again.
 It wasn't until 1807 that they discovered what happened when separated for more than a couple hours at a time. Long story short, the two got cocky and were captured and separated. Soren escaped and found Nikolai in a state worse than his. Together again, their mental states mostly returned to normal. Once the shock finally wore off for Nikolai about a week of complete silence later, Nikolai claimed he remembered little of his actions after his own insanity kicked in, only how it made him feel.
 After that, they were ever vigilant and both rarely, if ever, let the other out of their sight. But they refused to let that stop their fun for the next couple hundred years. Only recently did someone manage to capture them once more, rendering them unconscious only to awaken, thankfully together, in a dank room with a stuffed, living bear and man dressed in a white robe who reeked of magic artifacts.

Other: Gravity sometimes unintentionally doesn't apply to them, usually in small, isolated occasions. It just kind of happens every now and again. Or, rather, doesn't happen. They have a thing teetering on obsession for sweets… and food in general, but mostly sugary goodies. Bending reality makes a man hungry.

[User] As soon as the girl finished her quote she would find Adrian's blade across her throat him standing slightly behind her and to the left. He truly cut a majestic figure in golden armor with enormous white wings, a halo of fire, and the burning sword. "Your darkness may run deep, but my flames are those of the light" He said calmly. The sword seemed to glow brighter at her throat "I have killed many demons before, I recommend yo do not threaten my allies again, or I shall be forced to release the truly powerful one inside myself" his eyes were dark as he spoke.

[Assistant]
Rosaline looked dejectedly down at the shattered remains of her legs, the edges already glowing with magic. By the time Adrian had defeated the Basilisk her other fractures were already sturdy enough for her to move, but he had taken it out before she could make the beast suffer. So now the Nebula sat up, looking over her injuries and checking that it all properly pieced back together, her legs reforming quickly.

The minute she was capable of standing Rosaline did so, pulling herself to her unsteady feet, her legs were still finalizing their repairs, and she continued to dust herself off as threats were thrown.

Glass orbs turned to Marianne, everything in her mind screaming danger and certain death, but still she did not appreciate the threats on the poor human. Slowly Rosaline took a protective position beside Faira, watching the confusing yet familiar woman with vengeful eyes. She held her tongue though, unlike a certain angel who decided it best to threaten whatever Marianne was.

"I am not sure what she is Adrian but I think it would be best if you not threaten someone…or something… that we have no grasp on what they are capable of." Rose said, her tone monotone but with plenty of venom when she mentioned Marianne.

If the nebula was in her rightful form then she would have already lashed out herself, though if that were so she would not be here in the first place. For now though Rose was content of devising multiple ways that she would rid the world of this terrifying creature when she finally regained her beautiful mist-like form. While she did so her eyes began to look around the ballroom, only to freeze on a painted portrait at the top of a set of stairs that had not been there a minute ago.

It was not the stairs that confused her though. No, it was the being in the painting. It was a man with slick black hair and ice blue eyes, eyes that felt like they were laughing at her. He had a thin face with a long nose, big eyes, and thin lips.

It was a face she could not believe to be seeing again, and after spotting it her anger turned towards another. Rosaline would have her vengeance on the man who did this to them all, and if she got the chance to wound Marianne afterward then all the better.

[User]
Faira's stomach churned as she sensed the darkness crushing the woman, confusion arising at Marianne's smile despite the force squeezing the life from her. Faira tired once more to regain control of the elements, to put the power back in its place where it belonged, but the flame and living shadows raged on, a sick contentment dusting through her mind as the flame consumed the woman.

*No, no!*her head twitched in conflicting irritation as her fight to regain control made the flame's intensity diminish slightly.

Job done, the darkness and flames sunk into the ground and receded back to Faira, bile rising to her throat at the sight of what remained. With the target of her hatred and fear seemingly disposed of, Faira finally managed to get a cap on the powers and enhanced emotions, pushing them and their side effects back to their corner.

She stumbled forward slightly as the magic released her, her body weak and back once again sore from hitting the wall. She swallowed hard, her breathing shaky as she took in the blood-bathed corpse, her legs threatening to give out as the shadows still lingering at her feet swirled around her like loyal dogs waiting for their master's order.

 *She's… I just…*Faira placed a hand to her forehead and swallowed hard.*I just killed someone!*She looked down at her shaking hand in disgust, a spark flickering from one finger to the other, before dying out.

**"…Oh my. That's really bad for me, isn't it?"**

Faira gasped and spun around, stumbling backwards as she willed her legs to support her. There, Marianne stood before her. Mouth agape and wondering whether she was relieved that she had not murdered someone, or wanted to run as fast and far away from the woman as she could, she glanced back to where Marianne's fake corpse rested. She looked on with widened eyes as giggling white arms disposed of the corpse in their own ominous way.

Unsure of what to say to Marianne, she took a frightened step back from the woman who had defied death. Suddenly, a violent shiver ran through her as the air around her grew icy, her breath becoming vapor in the air and the single remaining strand of shadow withering away.

She held her breath as Marianne revealed her eerie eye for the first time… or had she seen it before, as impossible as the déjà vu was?

 **"If you ever do that again…I will not hesitate to end your story. And not the peaceful kind too, no. I'll take you to the highest building I can find, rip out your entrails…and then hang you with the spare pieces."**

Faira only whimpered in response, an arctic cold settling in her at the imagery even though the physical chill had disappeared.

*D-definitely run,*she thought, deciding the answer to her earlier debate. She took a step back as if to do just that, but her legs finally failed her. She collapsed to the ground, her world turning black for a moment.

As her vision returned, she propped herself shakily up with her arms. She inhaled and looked up as Marianne said her name, and swallowed as the woman continued. She jumped as Rosaline stood beside her.

Forcing herself painfully to a sitting position, she cast a wide-eyed warning glance at Adrian as he placed his glowing blade against the woman's throat, glad both when Rosaline spoke up, and that someone powerful enough to easily defeat a basilisk seemed to be on her side—at least for the moment.

Glancing up at Rosaline, Faira dared to take her attention away from Adrian and Marianne for a moment to follow the doll-like woman's gaze. She ran a hand through her hair as she noticed the new staircase.

*A-and let the mad-house continue…*She swallowed against a lump in her throat and hugged herself as a residual chill ran through her.


[System]
Class: Troubadour

 Age: 19

 Sex: Female

 Appearance:

 Equipment: x1 Heal Staff, x2 Vulnerary

 Personality: Niya is not one to talk much, finding her words wasted on most people. Generally only speaking a few words at a time, sometimes far fewer than is appropriate, one could consider her bedside manner as a healer rather lacking. What little she speaks, is made up far more in actions, being a woman that prefers to let actions speak for her rather than hollow words. Coupled with a complete lack of a sense of self preservation, she is one who will have no problem riding her horse into a fusillade of arrows and magical spells to bring a comrade back up to their feet, because its her duty to do so. A sense of duty drives her actions, more so than anything else, although to whom this duty is sworn to is hazy, at best. But still, she will generally heal before harm when it matters, but one should not expect her to be nice about it.

 Biography: Born to Feroxian family, one would be surprised to hear this on first meeting the woman, but one word or action out of her casts any doubt of that aside. Both her parents were descendents of those who immigrated to Ferox after the wars over 70 years in the past, having progressively grown more adapted to the climate of the land, that much so with their own single daughter Niya. One would have expected a far more warlike occupation for a Feroxian, but her family had been apothecaries and healers prior to their immigration, and all the warriors in a war can only go as far as their wounds allow.

 Niya was trained in both apothecary and healing magics, usually acting as an attendant at arena battles and with bandit hunting patrols, ensuring battles did not end lethally (Without undue reason), and that the hunters and their quarry made it back alive (For the quarry, not necessarily alive AND well, just alive). Her quiet, harsh exterior was not unduly noticed by those she tended to, as the Feroxian woman provided far too vital of help to worry about her attitude. Spending much of her life either healing, or in the saddle, it was unsurprising that she would eventually not return home, just riding onwards with travelling supplies enough to get her to another land, and do more work there. Duty drove her on, as always.

 Niya had heard much about the Church of Naga, its teachings and plans for the world. A load of madness, lies, and hatred, the lady had decided quickly. This Champion of Naga, however, did not sound like the rest of the church, on a gut instinct's decision. That, and she suspected War would follow this Champion and whoever he ended up leading and siding with, and that meant the sick and injured would be there as well. So it was a natural fit for her to make her way for warmer climates, following the trail of this Champion of Naga as best as she could, the proud woman high on her horse taking time in each village to mend the injured and cure the sick, never giving a name or purpose, just asking one or two questions, seeing to the unwell, and moving on, earning a monicker of just "The White Lady" on the way.

[User]
Jacob was unsure whether to run, scream for Marius, or join with this crazy jester, after the wild ride that had been his arrival the young man had to sit down, planting himself in a nearby chair he gazed at the strange man. "Ummm hello then, I gather your name Cinna, I'm Jacob the man also known as the Champion of Naga. I hope you don't mind but could perhaps speak a little slower and explain a little more. I'm sort of confused." The Tactician was not found of court jesters, he had heard of three that had turned out to be serial killers. So he gulped and hoped the man could make more sense soon.

From what he had understood so far he wished to fight with them and strike back against the Church, perhaps he had a personal grudge or really dis-liked religion. Well at least he wasn't doing puns, he could take anything but puns, so with this strange new member of the group he almost relaxed, compared to the others he had met, he closer to normal, normal was nice, normal was safe... Normal didn't blow holes in his walls, at least not yet.

[Assistant]
"Lad, I wasn't aiming to be terribly subtle. IF ye had mucked up a wee bit more, I was waitin' to step in to try and save yer sorry hide." Jerod smirked, arms crossing over his chest as Jacob dished out his 'punishment', and laughed at the final threat of a half cut pay and shrugged in a good natured way, conceding the point for now as he turned to walk away, a good natured tone of voice even after the threats and orders. "Aye lad, I hear ye loud and clear. I'll give ye this round Jacob."

Watching him leave, Jerod turned to the knightess as she addressed him, still stuttering as ever. He frankly wasn't sure whether it was endearing or irritating. WEll, first off, he needed to cut that bowing and Sir stuff off at the pass as soon as possible. Her question on Marianne got a chuckle out of him, shrugging in a easy way, despite how awkward things had been when she was screaming to string him up from the top of the castle via his intestines. "Aye lass, an' two things. One, don't be usin' sir with me, just a merc meself. Second, no bowin' like that. Same reason as b'fore. Now, as fer the dark spell spitter, she's already threatened ta string me up by my innards fer all to see. At the top o' the castle. But I reckon she's jus' stark ravin' mad. An' the ol' laddie champion thinks this is done, I'll be talkin' to his grandmaster, he seems to have some good ideas."

"Well lass, shall we? I reckon ye' should meet the lass sooner or later. A word o' warnin' though. Don' mention her bloody eyepatch, yea? She loses it if ye do." Jerod opened the throughway for Thalia, and would move off at a brisk pace, whether she followed or not was her perogative, he had a insane dark mage to find and hopefully not find another rage trigger for. He wasn't personally looking forward to heading back up north towards Feroxian lands, for his own reasons, but he wasn't bringing them up until they reared their ugly head, assuming they did. In the interim, though, to shake his thoughts, he yelled down the halls, seeing if he got a response. "Oi! Dark Spell Lass! Ye around 'ere at all?!"

[User]
"Oh. But--" She automatically opened her mouth to protest, but bit down on her lip to stop herself. Bowing and referring others as "sir" or "lady" had been practically engrained in her by this point, but trying to be polite seemed pointless when the other party preferred that she dropped these habits around them. _If anything_, she argued with herself, _It would be impolite if I were to ignore them and insist on formalities._ They'd be traveling companions from here on out as well, so perhaps it'd be better to be casual with one another anyways.

"Very well...Jerod, then?" The last bit was spoken tentatively, but her lips were curved in a light smile, "Lady Marianne certainly sounds like quite the character. I'd definitely like to meet her." She sounded quite feisty as well, if she had threatened to, er, string Jerod up with his own innards. Truth to be told, she didn't think it sounded too far off from something her own princess would say.

Although puzzled by the additional note about Marianne's eyepatch, Thalia simply nodded obediently. With that, she hastily followed after him, trying to match his pace and cringing a little as his voice echoed within the halls. Well if the dark mage was around here, she was sure that she'd hear Jerod calling for her.

[Assistant]
Isacc quickly found the barracks and within a few minutes came across Jacob and a jester? huh maybe he's a mage or something joining up regardless he may aswell say something.

"Hey Jacob hope this isn't a bad time but my friend Meline here wants to join up with us is that fine with you?"

Meline in a slightly quite embarrassed voice unlike her usual energetic voice said "ummm..H-hi so y-your the champion of n-naga then?"

she then took a better look at Jacob and got oddly more embarrassed and began to think "he's kinda cute I was expecting someone big and strong then again Isacc is strong and he's rather small and handsome himself."

Isacc while waiting for a response form Jacob pondered why a jester would want to join up was he an assassin or something Isacc was nearly killed by a jester assassin before so it's possible but unlikely.

[User]
_"Oi! Dark Spell Lass! Ye around 'ere at all?!"_

Hearing her companion call her out in a rather loud fashion, Marianne blinked once before turning her head in the direction of the summoning. Locating the source, she bowed humbly before the Ferox man before making way for her departure.

"Apologies again, but it seems that my comrades require my presence. I hope I get to see you around sometime," she said, turning to leave. She only stopped to call out one last thing to him. "Oh, and I like your eyes! Mind if I stick some needles in them sometime?"

With that last morbid, albeit eager, statement hanging in the air, Marianne skipped merrily down the long corridors until finally catching sight of Jerod. And with a woman no less! Her sudden appearance brought a bright smile to the Dark Mage's visage. More friends were always good to have, especially when they could be used for fuel and art.

Walking to the both of them, Marianne nodded in acknowledgement to Jerod before bowing once more to the other female.

"Hello there," she greeted. "It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Jerod's Lady Friend. Ah, is there something you needed? You see, I was just in conversation with a fine man further down the hallway. Oh Jerod, you wouldn't believe the quality of eyes he possessed in my midst! Not as high to caliber as the fearless leader of course, but Ferox folks do have the most _**exotic**_ bodies…"

She turned to the girl now and extended a hand, this being the palm that was never stained with blood, in respect.

"Forgive me for my eccentric hobbies Miss Jerod's Lady Friend! I simply find the human body to be so…interesting to study. Wouldn't you agree?"

Despite the disturbed content laced within her words, Marianne's tone was calm and friendly, exuding that same sense of lady-like professionalism.

[Assistant]
"Aye lass, I reckon Jerod be the best way ta' git me attention. And don't worry yer 'ead none, we're goin' to git her fer this inventory nonesense of yers." Jerod readjusted his armor while they awaited Marianne to arrive from wherever she happened to be creeping this time. If Jerod hadn't figured anything out yet, he might have reckoned that she was impossible to find. But he had enough guesswork he could go off to figure it was easier this way then wandering aimlessly like some drunkard. Again. But that was neither here nor there. So he took up a spot on the wall, which probably seemed a bit odd considering that he had been ordered to go and find Marianne, not yell once and wait. But Jerod liked to think he knew what he was doing some days, and this was one of them he hoped.

Jerod had his arms crossed, leaning on a wall when Marianne came waltzing along, all grins and disturbing statements. One probably gets used to that kind of thing, he reckoned, as she promptly set her sights on the knightess after a brief aside to him. Commenting on her newest spotted pair of eyes made him smirk, the commentary on Ferox making him a bit more uneasy than he would have liked. "Heh, well lass, folks go on focusin' on Ragna Ferox so bloody much, they forget tha' places and thrivin' folks exist well above 'em, fascinatin' as their eyeballs might be. Ach well, lemme introduce the two of ye. Marianne, this lass is Thalia. Thalia, this lass 'ere is Marianne. I reckon the two of ye will git on just fine!"

Jerod gave the two a chance to talk a bit before interrupting again, pushing himself off the wall. As much as he could find entertainment in watching the knightess potentially squirm under first introduction culture shock, he WAS ordered to go get stuff done, as it were, and not make things amusing for the sake of his own entertainment. "'Fraid this ain't a social call, dark spell spitter. Knight lass here says that some knight tosser wants all o' us in the barracks fer inventory. Or somethin' like that, I cannae rightly recall! Knightess lass, feel free ta correct, an' I'll follow. Reckon ye know where we need ta be more than maself."

Laughing at the thought, he was sure that the knightess lass would fill in any details he had gotten wrong. He had done his part, he found and tracked down Marianne and made sure she would be aware of this inventory nonesense going on. Not like he was hoarding bags of large bullions or anything. He wouldn't be where he was if that was the case! Chuckling at the thought of that much gold, he rolled his eyes at the thought of that much wealth. There was no way he could spend all of it, so he glanced at his two current companions and made an idle question to either, whichever was willing to answer. "So, reckon if we're workin' together, might as well know a bit 'bout ourselves, aye? So if ye'll forgive me pryin, where do the two of ye hail from?"