[System]
Age: 20
Gender: Male

Godly Parent: Agni, Hindu god of fire
Brief description of godly parent: The Hindu minor god, Agni, is said to be a son of Dyaus and Prithivi; he is called the son of Brahma. An immortal considered a priest that rises before the dawn. He is represented as a red man, having three legs and seven arms, dark eyes, eyebrows and hair. He rides on a ram, and wears a poita (Brahmanical thread). Flames of fire issue from his mouth, and seven streams of glory radiate from his body.

Adrian stands at a solid 6 feet. Tan skin, green eyes, and shoulder length black hair usually tied into a bun or ponytail. Facial hair is usually shaved, though he'll let a goatee grow out from time to time. He's usually wearing something very loose, very casual. Maybe a hoodie and basketball shorts, maybe a t-shirt and baggy jeans. If he's not walking around barefoot, then he's wearing flip-flops. Let's be honest, to the uninitiated, he looks like a bum.

Skills/Powers/Weapons: Given his heavenly heritage, Adrian naturally possesses a control over flame. This includes conjuration, manipulation, and resilience. Alongside this remarkable ability, his body boasts feats of impressive speed and durability.

Strengths/Weaknesses: Anyone can tell you, fire is as destructive as it is helpful. And Adrian has these...tendencies. An abundance of flame (say, a wildfire) is uncontrollable in the boy's eyes. Not only that, but such an abundance brings out a urge in him, to keep the flame alive, to help it flourish and spread. In these episodes of arson, he tends to take on a look closer resembling his father. A red skinned, seven armed form, with flames pouring from his lips. With an axe of flame in each hand, he mindlessly lays waste to everything in his vicinity.

It was why he was at the Refuge, after all. He considered it a place to keep his abilities under control. He curses the existence of his godly parent and has no intention on practicing his religion, wishing he was never bestowed with such a "gift".

Other: He keeps these negative urges at bay through meditation, and through general camaraderie and social interaction. He figures if he can keep these urges out of mind and out of body, he can keep them under control. As a result he tends to present himself as approachable and friendly.

[User]
"...Damn. As usual, thwarted by lawyers." She thumped her fist into her open palm. "That reminds me, we need to see if it's possible to file a restraining order against the Gods. At any rate, we can still see about purchasing some guns and ammo. I know a guy who knows a guy."

She looked at the guy throwing shards of ice around, then looked over at Ephraim. "Huh. Good job, you made me look polite by comparison."

[Assistant]
Adrian couldn't help but chuckle as he lazily meandered on by the shooting range. Looked like target practice was subsiding for the day, and considering the familiar sounds of an argument, he could understand why. He didn't even have to see faces to know Victoria and Ephraim were butting heads. And even after the riveting conversation ended, and Nycteris took off for the woods, the air was still just ever so tense. Or maybe Adrian was confusing "tense" with "steadily dropping". He only realized he was mixing up words once Riley made his way towards the targets.

"Ugh, should've put on thicker shorts this morning." He thought, his bare legs receiving the brunt of the icy wind. Once Adrian reached Victoria and Johnny, Riley said some words that Adrian couldn't help but agree with. "Gotta side with Frosty on this one. I'll probably never be good with a bow, but I know I can hit someone with a fireball. With the same speed and strength of an arrow." Another gust of the cold front passed by, and sent a noticeable shiver down his spine. "...Though, it would be cool if we were working with something a little warmer." He mumbled a little softer, blowing a spew of flame into his cupped hands to warm them.

"Vicky, Johnny." He brightly greeted the two. "Are you guys playing nice this morning?" He asked the way a doting mother asks her children. He may've shared Victoria's opinion on the gods and how not to worship them, he just didn't see himself being as...militant as she was. "Militant? Is that the word i'm looking for...? Driven. Driven sounds better."

[User] Ephraim flat-out growled. "Do you have any consideration for other people's belongings? This doesn't belong to the Refuge, you know. This is mine." He brought the now-useless bow to the table, removing the string as quickly as possible. "And unlike you two, Riley, Johnny, I have no flashy powers. I'm a warrior, plain and simple. You want a power battle? Go talk to Nycteris. You want a mental battle? Find one of Loki's kids. You want a duel of honor? Challenge me." With one last annoyed look, he turned his back to the other people, focusing on replacing the string of his bow. Unlike the weapons the kids had been using, his was a masterfully crafted recurve bow with a 100 lb. draw weight. Only a few could use it, not that Ephraim would ever let anyone else handle it. It was his, and his alone.

[Assistant] "I may not agree with Ephraim's methods, but these kids do need to learn how to handle weapons. We've got kids here whose powers are limited to being able to breathe underwater and talk to birds." She grabbed her duffel and set it on a table, reaching inside to pull out a box of rounds to slide into her stripper clips. "And if you want to make a point, make it with words. We've all got enough problems without trying to kill each other." Tempting as it sounded at times, she thought to herself. "Hell's bells, we have the kings of three Pantheons coming to slaughter us. If you want to argue, maybe argue about ways to make it less likely we all die."

[User]
Unnoticed by everyone, Rayon's attention was fully on the group as they argued. His eyes were transfixed on their weaponry, their abilities, and he began wondering if any of them could teach him. They all looked so cool! He wondered if he looked as cool while he was flying, or maybe when he shot out his laser beams. In any case . . .

"Hey, hey guys can you teach me how to use a bow! or a gun! or that ice thing!" he suddenly shouted excitedly. "Those weapons looks awesome! I wonder if I can get my own?"

While he was shouting and waving his arms expectantly in between Ephraim and Victoria, he'd forgotten one thing: currently, he was invisible. Among all his divine abilities, invisibility was the one power that kept acting up. Unless he was using another power, he would suddenly and randomly turn invisible, sometimes it even happened while he slept, resulting in people jumping on him sometimes. Invisibility was both the blessing and curse of Medjed, the most obscure of the Egyptian gods; unlike Rayon, however, Medjed knew how to use that obscurity to his advantage. Rayon couldn't do much but whine about it.

Of course, in his excitement, he had no idea he was invisible right now, so the most anyone could tell he was there was a disembodied voice right in front of Victoria.

[Assistant]
Riley
 Shaking his head slowly, he snapped his fingers and the cold air dropped like a weight, a layer of ice forming on the ground then quickly dissipating. The lack of trust in the camper's abilities hurt him, on a personal level. Had his trainer held the same view that these two had, his only skill would be wielding a knife and having cold skin. He would have died several times over had it not been for his extensive practice and exercise of his magic. What they failed to understand is that magic was like a muscle, and the more you used it the stronger it became. He wasn't born with the ability to freeze lakes and drop the temperature up to a mile away, he had worked for it, hard.
"If we follow either of you, we will be lead into nothing but weakness and defeat. There is a reason our ancestors were worshiped, and it wasn't because they used weapons of men."

 Hearing the disembodied voice he automatically moved into his fight stance, a spike of ice forming in each hand, preparing to strike at whatever needed. With a flick of his wrist, a cloud of sub-zero air burst out from around him, creating a dense fog that revealed the shape of Rayon's invisible body.
"State your intentions or face execution!"
 He demanded in an authoritative, but collected tone.

[User] "You're right, Thor used no hammer, Susanoo didn't have a sword, and no war god ever touched a weapon of man. Truly it is purely for their use of magic that all gods were worshiped. No god was ever worshiped for martial or tactical prowess." He responded with a slight grin to Riley. Chuckling afterwards at the argument that had been indirectly put forth. After he laughed he fired off a quick burst from the G36, the rounds grouping slightly off of center as he then used that to readjust his sights.

[Assistant] "Would you stop trying to be intimidating, kid? You look like you're going to run home crying and post on tumblr about how we were all mean to you. Put the damn ice away, you melodramatic skidmark, it's Invisible Kid."

[User]
A weapon "of yew or boxwood", a draw weight significantly greater than that of the modern longbow. Monstrously huge, its length of seventy inches surpassing even his own height. Had he been any other child of the current age, he knew, whose stamina and strength were not equally as terrifying, then he would never have been able to draw back the hemp string. It was truly remarkable, knowing that the medieval archers had deformed their very skeletons in order to hone their mastery of the bow. Humbling too, for one who lived in modern times.

Rhodri drew back the string of his Welsh longbow as far as he could, the ease of which he did so almost ridiculous. The strength afforded to him by his mother Rhiannon was a blessing in situations like these, for the struggles that had plagued his ancestors would never afflict him. Had they possessed his divine strength, then there would have likely been far more dead Frenchmen at Agincourt.

Hold still.

Aim.

Fire.

The arrow flew, quietly whistling through the air before it slammed into the target. Not a bullseye, but it wasn't that bad of a shot. For someone whose archery history had really consisted of whatever opportunities had been provided to him on camps, at least.

He placed the bow back on the ground and stretched out his arms. The Briton wasn't really welcoming the need for daily practice. He understood perfectly why they needed to do so, but it would be a chore. Still, no point in grumbling over spilt milk.

"Wonder what they're talking about?" mused Rhodri quietly to himself, allowing his eyes to lazily wander over to the group of firearm users on the other end of the range.

[Assistant]
Rayon yelped in surprise as the temperature suddenly dropped around him, and Riley gripped threatening spikes of ice while facing him. Not understanding why he was reacting that way, Rayon panicked and his invisibility instinctively dropped, only for it to be replaced with another ability, one most suited for fleeing: Flight.

The boy shot up near eight meters into the air, flailing his limbs like a headless chicken as he did so. "Don't hurt me don't hurt don't hurt me!" he squawked, literally hanging in the air while curling into a defensive ball. "I was just curious, that's all!"

[User]
This bow did not feel right to Alva. It was a simple bow, clearly not made by any competent craftsman. She missed her own bow from back home, but she had not exactly had the opportunity to take much with her. Soon, one of these days, she would have to make her own. She had scouted out some trees in the surrounding forest. Their wood would do well for the purpose.
Although this bow was not ideal, it was alright - Alva still managed to center most of her shots. She drew back the string once more. Steady breath, steady hand. Aim. Breathe. Release.

The arrow cut through the air, landing a few inches left of center. Arrows were beginning to become clustered. She repeated what to her was almost ritualistic - draw, breathe, aim, breathe, release. With a soft thunk the arrow planted itself into the target. Although she knew around her there was arguing and dissent, Alva remained focused. She could intervene, but she was too far into this almost meditative state to break out of her concentration.

Draw, breathe, aim, breathe, release.
Thunk.

[Assistant]
Riley
 He chuckled softly, shaking his head as he lowered his position and the ice and fog dissipated. He liked this boy, he was respectful, and pure of heart, which isn't something that could be said about most members of the camp. It was clear that this boy would one day surpass him in power, and he wanted to be there the day that he did. He respected people of power, they had better charisma, and attitude than people who relied on human weapons. He believed most weapon users to be jealous of the power magic users could wield, they could never be disarmed or have their weapons damaged.

 A gust of wind surrounded him and he flew up slowly, directly next to the scared young man, and offered cool hand to shake.
"I did not mean to frighten or threaten you friend, you merely startled me."
 He said with a soft smile, his hair flipping around in the wind.

[User]
"Geez, never realized just how wound up some of these kids are." Adrian thought, looking on as Riley approached the young Rayon in the air. "Well with Ephraim, everyone's favorite stick in the mud, it's a given. But it seems just about everyone takes themselves so seriously." He had joined Victoria at the table, and leaned against it as he thought more on the situation. "Well, it is wartime, after all. Never know who or what might attack us at any given moment." He let out a little sigh. "Geez, what a way to live." With that, he addressed Victoria.

"Soooo, back to 'Operation: Let's Buy ALLLLL the Weapons'. How much of that do you plan on following through with? How big are we planning on getting? Carpet bombing? Tactical nuke? One'a those satellite heat beam thingies you see in the video games?" He asked. He would do these sort of things with Victoria; ask an absurd question just to see how serious she'd take it.


[System]
Age: 14
Element: Wind
Appearance:

Personality:
A bumbling, airheaded girl who always seems to have her mind somewhere else. She excessively wonders about all sorts of things and is prone to mindless wandering, often finding herself somewhere with no idea of how she got there. If she manages to keep herself focused, she's actually very knowledgeable.

She can be a good friend as long as you don't mind if she skips a beat or two of the conversation.

History:
The Andors have been scientists and scholars for generations. Lyra's father is a mathematician, and he had taught her the intricacies of numbers and logic since she was young. Lyra's mother--who named her after a constellation--is an astronomer, and has impressed on her a sense of wonder for the universe.

At a young age, Lyra seemed keen to devour her family's scholarly knowledge, but somehow she was also easily drawn to music. When she was seven years old, in an act of confidence that surprised everyone, little Lyra declared that she wanted to be a musician, not a scientist like her parents.

It was a family friend who first noticed that her affinity for music might not be superficial. He was studying the elements in secret, and found out that Lyra has a grasp on the element in which music flows: air. When he told her parents about this fact, they were less than thrilled. The magic of the elements, after all, seems so far removed from their logical sciences.

The same family friend suggested that Lyra be sent to the Elemental Academy, where she could learn about her power in peace without frustrating her parents. They still love her, but agreed that it was for the best, and sent her off.

Equipment: She plays the trumpet and the violin. She might absent-mindedly carry either of them around.

[User]
"So you're a Zeke," Lyra repeated. "And a Zeke takes pictures with his camera and paint with light." She frowned. "I don't know about that. I know someone called Zeke back home. He's a shepherd. He's got a flock of sheep with him and he really loves them." She looked in awe as Zeke started to paint on the air above them. The picture didn't look like anything, just shapes and colours in the air, like clouds in a clear sky. Like sheep. The Zeke from Lyra's hometown loved his sheep to bits, even though he sometimes has to force them to move where they should go. When this Zeke was bumped around and had to erase his picture, he started pouting in the way that reminded Lyra of those sheep being shepherded around the plains.

She laughed merrily. "Now you're looking like a sheep yourself. Maybe I should just call you Sheep." She gently pulled him away from the crowds and to a quieter corner. "Right, I'll just run up and grab my viola, err, violin, and I'll be back soon, okay?"

Lyra ran quickly up the stairs, humming a bit along the way.

---

Her room was empty and just exactly as it was when they went out last night. ShiZhen was nowhere around; it didn't even seem like she was there today at all. Lyra briefly wondered where she could be. The last time she'd seen her she had half her legs frozen in the middle of the river, after all.

In any case, her violin was right there on the table where she left it. She picked it up and made her way downstairs.

---

She came back to the foyer humming the same tune she started when she came up, although it had improved somewhat. It took Lyra a while to realise that her violin was singing along, although faintly. She touched the strings and realised that they were, surprisingly, still. It was the small slice of air around them that was vibrating in the same way a string would. Odd, yet fitting. She's an air elementalist, wasn't she? Though it was curious why the sound would only make itself around the violin strings.

"Ooh, yeah, Zeke!" Lyra spun around to meet her friend. She'd somehow walked all the way past him. "Let's go?"

[Assistant]
Catherine hovered down and landed, looking around to make sure no one else was around to see Kanako's mishap. "You did splendidly, much better than most incoming students. You have raw talent," Catherine complimented. Despite losing control of her high-pressure ball, Catherine could see that Kanako had a good deal of force and finesse that was rare for someone without elemental training. The fact that the air released from her ball could shred cloth was a testament to that. As for the skirt, as long as no one else showed up, Catherine wasn't going to draw attention to it, she could sort of tell that the lesson would not be as effective with Kanako all flustered and embarassed. "Being an elementalist is not an exact science, and everyone picks up their 'knack' for it differently, but once they get something that clicks, it will form the foundation of their abilities." Though not necessarily true, Catherine liked to promote students to develop their individual styles instead of checking off bullet points from a curriculum. "Let's start with breathing exercises; some students need to realize how much of their body is composed of their element in order to manipulate it like 'part of their own body'." Catherine widened her stance, squared her shoulders and began to breathe to demonstrate, moving her hands up and down along with her breathing, reminiscent of certain esoteric East Asian martial arts styles.

"I...I didn't...bring a bathing suit..." ShiZhen replied, feeling a little crestfallen. "B-but...I suppose my clothes are already wet, so what difference does it make...right?" ShiZhen slowly walked forward, and, fully clothed, dipped herself into the hot spring, though she did at least have the decency to take her shoes off. Like this, her wet clothes didn't cling to her so uncomfortably. The hot springs were rather nice, and reminded her of the aches, bruises, and cuts she didn't know she had received from the night before. It was relaxing, and made ShiZhen realize that since her powers had manifested, she had developed a mild fear of water, and hadn't been able to relax around the substance, even when showering. In fact, she hadn't let herself be submerged in a very long time, since she never had the time to take a long relaxing bath, nor did she swim for fun. She moved her arms around, feeling the buoyancy, and how her hand cut through the fluid. She took her hand out of the water and pressed it down on the surface. With a 'bloop', her hand passed right through as one would expect. She tried this repeatedly, trying to concentrate on repelling the water with her hand, but to no avail. "I-is there like...a trick to it, or something?"

[User]
Algorithm

Kano chuckled to himself politely at the first few attempts ShiZhen tried at attempting to repel the water. Indeed it was harder than it looked which was why he chuckled. So many students wanted to master everything quickly.

"The trick is directing the water. Not forcing it."

Fingers closed in a fist the headmaster pointed his hand at ShiZhen, taking his time to spread his influence across a large area around the young pupil. The change of the water would not be very obvious but under his command it became almost motionless, until Kano extended his fingers.
The water around ShiZhen, including the water on her outfit and hair, flowed out steadily until she sat on the smooth stones. All the water in the pool near her had receeded as if a sheet of glass had surrounded her.

"Perhaps repelling water might not be a good start for you just yet. Close your eyes and focus on the water around you, flowing free, until you can hear it in your mind. When that happens just imagine it collecting over your hands instead of away from them."

---

Felix had taken his time showering, making sure to clean the cuts on his hand as thoroughly as he could before getting out and wiping himself dry. To his displeasure the cuts refused to stop bleeding after hitting the wall.
Now all he had was dirty clothes and a bloody towel. Good start to the day.

With an exasperated and tired sigh of annoyance Felix flicked the towel into provided laundry hamper before dawning his dirty clothes again. The feeling of dirt on clean skin had him scowling but there was nothing to be done for it.
The morning progressed slowly as he took the opportunity of peace and quiet to have some plain toast and a glass of water, if only to stave off hunger, before sitting down on the couch.

The door being all but kicked broke the steady calm he had nearly achieved and replaced it with anger once more.

All he caught was "tough guy. Girlfriend. Score."

Felix was off the couch and at the door in an instant, all but throwing it open.

"SHUT UP!!"

Not bothering to look at who was there or why he threw a left hook at the shouters chin, aiming to break their jaw with one good hit and shut them up.

[Assistant]
When the door was thrown open and Felix came out swinging, Jordan was less than surprised. What did surprise him, was that the boy still looked as though he'd just gotten clear of a war zone. Why hasn't he changed into clean and untorn clothing? Jordan hoped that the kid wasn't eternally pissed off just because he didn't have enough clothes. He could fix that problem in an instant.

Oh yeah, and Felix had thrown a real haymaker at Jordan's face. The kid's inexperience with earth elementalists was clear, or maybe just masters of earth elementalism, because he didn't have anything on his fist as he swung it. But of course, it was second nature to Manilow at this point, that advanced technique where an earth elementalist hardens themselves like the stone and minerals that they can control utterly.

Punching Jordan's face while it was like this would be like punching a brick wall. Furthermore, Manilow gave no ground, and his head remained locked in place right where he'd left it. Basic training, for an elementalist like himself, had involved being punched repeatedly in the face by a man wearing steel knuckles until he no longer let the punch move him.

When the punch connected, Jordan realized his instinctive reaction was a mistake, and quickly softened himself and jerked backward, hoping the kid's hand wasn't broken. He hadn't seen those bloody knuckles before. Had he done that?

"Shit kid, I thought you wanted to do this with steel," Jordan said, hefting his fencing foil. "And do you need some clothes? I've got plenty of old training outfits down at the gym. Old, but clean. And mostly intact."

[User]
Algorithm
Hearing Catherine praising her for having raw talent, and that she did much better than most of the other new students, Kanako couldn't help but brighten up. She was proud on her ability, and being praised like this made her even prouder. She would make sure that she would develop that talent properly so that she could make Catherine even prouder of her.

Kanako immediately did as she was told. She first examined the stance Catherine was making, before attempting to imitate it as best as she could. The first training would be some breathing exercise, and the point of the training was to make her more attuned with her element. So Kanako concentrated herself at every breath she took and released. She felt the flow of the air coming in from her nose into her lungs and then coming back out.

Thanks to Catherine's tact, Kanako was able to focus entirely on the lesson, since she still didn't realize that her skirt was gone.

[Assistant]
Felix felt the strike connect and instantly came to regret it. Punching this guy was like punching the wall with the same results. There was an initial crack of his nuckles and the sensation of tearing skin as the hand was reeled back with a hiss, the fiery spirited lad winced but refused to do anything but shoot daggers at Manilowe.

If looks could kill..

When the horrible pain in his hand calmed down Felix was quick to respond rudely.

"I don't need a god damn handout. Not your charity case or your punching bag."

All but spitting at the mans feet Felix retreated back into the room, though he did leave the door open so Jorden could let himself in.

"Furthermore, you talk like that about her again and I'll make sure you feel the next punch..." not really thinking clearly again it was hard for him to realize the tough old teacher might have been joking or didnt even realize Felix had found someone, but that didn't matter. "I also can't leave. I.. promised to wait for her."

[User]
Zeke protested, "I'm not a sheep. I'm a Zeke!" but Viola had already disappeared upstairs. He waited for a little while, holding his camera, looking around at the crowd, then heading for the same stairs. It was too busy down here. Viola was still upstairs and he could catch up with her. Then they could go find something else to do. Or somewhere less full of people taller than him. He climbed halfway up the stairs before she shouted to him, and he turned around. She'd gone past him!

"Let's go! Let's go!" He laughed, taking her hand and pulling her out into the gardens. He stopped in a manicured lawn and turned around, hmming. "I was indoors, but there's lots of people there, and maybe we can go look at the forest, or but they also said there was a town..." Where would there be good pictures? A quiet tune interrupted his thought, and he looked at Viola with a tilted head. Or more accurately, at her instrument. "We need a quiet place, with interesting light and pretty things," he said, slowly spinning in place again. "Um..." He let his camera dangle from the strap again. "You decide, Viola!" He said, taking her hands in his.

Stygian

[Assistant]
Viola. Viola. Hmm, Viola. Yes, actually, Lyra wouldn't mind being called that. She liked it, especially when it's Zeke doing it. The way he said her new name was kind, and the way he keeps looking at everything, it's kind of cute. "Ooh, well. This place is nice already. Quiet," Lyra said. She looked around at the perfect green grass and up to the blue sky. "It's pretty empty, though, yeah. The forest?"

She gave it some thought. The forest last night was dark and foggy and wet. It might be better now, but she wasn't very keen on returning to a place so enclosed after seeing the open sky. Besides, she could still remember the water in her lung...

"No, I've just been there last night. It's not a very nice place," she said. Her violin played a faint, depressing chord, as if it corroborate her. "The town then! I haven't seen a lot of it, but it looks very pretty from up in the academy grounds. It's not that big either, so it shouldn't be too noisy?." She pulled at his hand. "Let's go!"


[System]
Nicknames:The Hunting-Prince
Race: Pure Human
Age: 24
Appearance: Jonathan is a man of noble descent, and it shows despite the rough lifestyle of a hunter. He has a preference for garishly colored clothing not at all fit for camouflage. Not that such is of any particular importance to him. He has black hair and green eyes. Standing at 1M 80, his toned muscles and healthy complexion suggest a life of plenty tempered in a strict regime of training.
Biography: Born into the leading noble family of the little-known Kiruthian province of Gulderland, Jonathan has always regarded the relative indifference of his family towards the Sickened plaguing the land as a blemish on the family name. Despite insistence to the contrary, he dedicated himself to becoming a paragon of the noble cavalier's fighting style. When he came of age, he marched off towards the newest recorded infestation in defiance of his father's express orders to stand down.

Personality: A confident and motivated individual if anything, Jonathan regards himself as a champion of strength and justice in a world ravaged by evil monstrosities. His bravado can be somewhat juxtaposed with his naïvete. In his mind, the just are destined to win over evil. No matter how monstrous or frigthening said evil is. He can appear rather aloof, even indifferent to commoners and peasants, but he can be a loyal companion to those he deems an equal.
Strengths: As the son of a nobleman, it is only natural that Jonathan was trained by the best martial instructors money could buy. His strict training has forged him into the ideal cavalier that every horse-riding warrior aspires to be... On paper. Of course, most of what he was taught was for against other humanoids, so it will not necessarily extend to the horrific monstrosities he's trying to crack down on.
Weaknesses: Despite his extensive martial knowledge, Jonathan has quite neglected to learn martial applications of magic. His knowledge of magic can only be considered the bare minimuim to qualify as a hunter. He does know how to use magical items when their function is explained, but asking him to work such things out for himself is quite stretching the limits of his knowledge
Weapons: Whiplance: At first glance, this lance appears to be the usual decorated instrument of efficient manslaugther. With a tip sharp enough to pierce infested flesh as readily as plate mail. WIth a simple flick of the wielders wrist however, its metal shaft splits apart into a chain of small, razor-sharp segments, each of which are jagged and sharp enough to strip the flesh from the average man's bones in but a single stroke. A smart warrior has a backup weapon of course, and for this purpose he carries a cavalry saber and pistol with him.
Vitae Spells: Stark focus: A relatively simple spell manipulating te caster's senses. The spell acts only for a few moments, but in those moments, the affected caster perceives the world faster than a normal mind could be able to proccess. In this moment of sheer purpose, nothing can flinch them from whatever action they have commited themselves to, be it charging down a gibbering monstrosity or trying to bandage up a profusely bleeding wound.
Exicus Runes: Turn Familiar
Familiar details: Jonathan's familliar is his trusty warhorse, linda. She was chosen almost immediately after Jonathan learned about the necessity of a familiar. She is a beast bred for war. Trained to follow her rider's orders. The familiar bond between her and Jonathan only strengthened their ability to coördinate as rider and mount. Of course, she is wreathed in the best armor money can buy, much like her rider.
Additional Notes: UNfortunately, despite the best efforts of the castle's chefs... he simply does not like spaghetti.

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"I am truly amazed that the two of you survived that confrontation. The amount of team work and coordination you displayed was simply appalling." Lazarus finally spoke up as he pulled out of his idle posture against the wall, distinctly unhappy.

 "Oh, don't be so hard on them. I'm sure they fought fiercely." Joshua interjected.

It no doubt caught Willo's attention too as Lazarus seemed to be warming up to her a while back. It seemed it was back to old Lazarus again.

---

Before Imgor and Alex began up the stairs they couldn't help but notice the charred corpse at the bottom of the stairs. They both assumed it was likely Joshua's work since they weren't really aware of anyone else being in the castle at the moment . . . other than that Lazarus Joshua had them running around to find him when went off chasing after Sapphire's abductor.

Regardless, the two continued up the stairs until they reached a giant gate, oddly wide open. Some had been here before, there was no doubt and moreover obvious once they were inside. A faint trail of blood that led all the way to one of the doors at the end of the hallway. The trail was barely visible as it was masked by the evident signs of battle. Not a small scuffle either. The floor was shattered at countless points and Imgor also easily spotted the three busted runes on both sides of the hallway and the one on the sealing.

Alexander on the other hand, didn't pay much attention. He was still entrenched in his battle of wits, trying to hold on to Larions consciousness while also trying to repel that third presence.

At Imgor's suggestion the two cautiously continued down the hallway and down the stairs that went on where the blood trail ended. After an eerie descent the two found themselves in another gigantic hallway, thankfully surrounded by friends, if Joshuas leisurely attitude was any indication of that.

Willo and Jonathan had a small amount of time to rest while Joshua and Lazarus caught up on recent events. The two trainees did overhear part of their discussion, mainly what sounded like one of Joshua's other students, and him not being well.

Lazarus turned to face the new arrivals and widened his eyes. His expression rarely gave his emotions away, if he even had any, but this time it was clear he was disconcerted with . . . something, about the two who had just arrived. And once Larion barely managed his last few steps down the stairs he narrowed his eyes in realization.

Lazarus and Joshua looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

"We need to keep moving and find an area where we can establish an encampment. We are once more pressed on time." Lazarus explained.

 "Imgor, Jonathan, would you mind giving Alexander a hand? I don't think he should be up an about at this point." Joshua quickly followed after Lazarus and then went further down the hallway to possibly investigate it further.

[Assistant]
In the light of the hallway, Imgor could finally see how bad of a state Alexander and more so Larion were in, and since he was more or less next to Alex, he quickly supported his comrade's weight.
After looking at the two defeated beasts, he suggested: "Can't we use this very hallway for now, it seems you have already cleared it. Or are you looking for a specific campsite?"

"The hallway is first of all too exposed and secondly too big. We will be using a concealment rune, but for that we require a smaller room." Lazarus explained.

"I see. Lead the way."

[User] Alexander gave a slight sigh of relief as he was able to focus more on his mental anguish than his physical. He managed to peel his eyes open and pay attention long enough to see where they were but little more before he rested again, leaning heavily against Imgor, relying on other boy to keep his plodding feet in the right direction. Did the castle have to be so big? It seemed really big. "Les get going then." Alexander managed to droll out and the two began shuffling forward with Larion somehow managing to keep with them. It was going to be a long way, wherever they were going.

[Assistant]
Jonathan was taking the brief moment of respite to catch his breath and feel around on his body to see if anything was seriously injured in the fight. His ribcage felt a bit sore and he had bruises here and there, but it appeared his armor had done its job for the most part. He looked up to see two newcomers coming down from upstairs. One of them looked more dead than alive, so it didn't surprise Jonathan when lazarus directed him to support the newcomer.

"What happened to him?" He inquired as he stood himself under alexander's other shoulder. The man was heavy and seemed to be quite bothered by... something. "He looks like someone's drilling through his skull"

[User]
Willo was less than pleased with the results she got from Lazarus, but then again, it'd be a bold lie for her to say that she'd felt confident during the fight. Exhausted, without the energy to Flitter and her brittle bones sore, really she was just thankful to be alive, which she supposed she owed largely to Shiny--er...Jonathan. Still, sucked in the major that she was back under Laz's ire, and she was just getting used to being liked. Oh well, easy come easy go.

Besides, there were more people now, people that she assumed were with Laz's...acquaintance? And collectively they didn't look much better for wear. One didn't even seem to be able to walk on his own.

Willo swooped after them, collapsing Cinderwill back into its sheathe. "Yeah, looks like shit," she said, craning her head around to Lazarus, since surely he'd have the answers. "He gonna kick the bucket on us?"

[Assistant]
After Alexander's cue they started off towards the end of the hallway where it split to the left and right. Lazarus glanced at Alexander and began explaining in response to Jonathan and Willo's injury.

"It would appear that his familiar had been injured by a sickened creature and has subsequently been infected with the plague. It is not uncommon for familiars to become blighted as a result of combat and in normal circumstances the link between master and familiar is severed soon after. The former familiar is then consumed by the plague and reverts to the mindless brute that we typically encounter in the wild. If the time of infection is as Joshua reported. . ." Lazarus glanced behind at Alexander's familiar following the group. " . . . this should have happened long ago."

By now they were nearly at the point where the hallway bifurcated when Joshua, who had gone ahead to investigate, came back.

"There's a cell that was occupied by one of those plagued beasts. I think it'll do just fine for now. It might get a bit cramped but it's small enough for Drake's disguise runes." He told them.

They all followed Joshua taking a left at the fork. While on their way Lazarus added one finishing note to his explanation from before. "Even I cannot explain why the familiar is still under control of Alexander, however it is clearly putting considerable strain on him."

Lazarus was the first to enter the cell once they reached it. After a quick inspection of the room he went to the center of it, crouched on one knee and placed his hand on the floor. Cracks spread from his palm into the distinct shape of a rune.

"Place him in the center." He told Imgor and Jonathan.

[User]
As instructed by Lazarus Imgor put Alexander down into the center of the rune. While he didn't really trust Lazarus, Willo and Jonathan yet—he had just met them—up until now the situation didn't allow reluctancy. The fact that Joshua seemed to trust them didn't matter much to Imgor.
However, as he couldn't really do much now, he decided it wouldn't be a bad opportunity to get to know them a bit.
"So—what have you been doing here, if I may ask? You look as if you had been fighting."

[Assistant]
Jonathan assisted in moving the tormented man. Listening to Lazarus's explenation with growing intrigue. "The thought of being able to feel your familiar being overtaken by the plague... I shudder to even consider it." He replied. His mind wandered to linda, whom he had left to graze outside. How was she doing right now? No... He needed not worry, he could still feel her presence in his mind. As for right now, that presence was peaceful and unconcerned. The young noble could practically see his beloved horse peacefully trotting around the castle's outer walls, nibbling at vegetation and patiently waiting for her master's return.

Jonathan was stirred from his considerations by one of the newcomers. The one with a seemingly clearer mind. "Yes, We've been fighting... It was quite a skirmish, but we eventually won against the forces that haunt this castle... Today at least. Let's not get cocky, for pride breeds complacancy... And complacancy makes great men fall". Jonathan was simply qouting the books of renowned military strategists, he silently hoped the more educated of his companions wouldn't call him out on this.


[System]
이곳에 이런 방식으로 작성해주시면 됩니다.
작성 중 질문이 있다면 OOC에 올려주세요.

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에르 하나

정체성:
(에르 하나)는 (우아한) (글레이브)이며 (기적을 일으킨다)

성별:
여

나이:
21세

특성치 역량:
1. 힘 역량 (14/14) 힘 재능 (1)
2. 속력 역량 (13/13) 속력 재능 (1)
3. 지성 역량 (8/8) 지성 재능 (0)

분발:
한 행동당 1번

사이퍼 휴대제한:
2개

기능:
1. 균형잡기와 조심스러운 움직임이 필요한 일들 (익숙)
2. 몸을 사용하는 공연예술관련 (익숙)
3. 모든 종류의 속력 방어 (익숙)

특수능력:
1. 갑옷숙련- 힘, 속력 저하 패널티 2완화
2. 무기숙련- 어떤 무기도 사용
3. 후려치기(힘1)- 피해 -1, 상대는 1라운드 동안 불리한 쪽으로 난이도 1단계.
4. 찌르기(힘1)- 근거리 공격. 날이 있는 무기라면 피해 +1
5. 치유의 손(지성1)- 난이도2. 지성판정. 대상의 특성치 역량 하나를 1d6점 회복. 같은 대상을 연속으로 치료할 때마다 난이도는 한 단계씩 높아짐. 대상이 10시간 휴식하고 나면 난이도는 다시 2로 떨어짐. 행동.

장비 및 소지품:
1. 레이피어(소형무기)
2. 대검(중형무기)
3. 브리건딘(보통갑옷)
4. 탐험가의 배낭

돈(쉰)
5쉰

장갑:
2

공격:
1. 레이피어(소형무기)-공격 난이도 1단계 하락. 피해:2
2. 대검(중형무기)- 피해:4

사이퍼:
1. 주사기형태의 분노가스통(Lv6)- 단거리투척. 호흡하고 사고가능한 생명체는 가장 가까운 생물을 공격 (6라운드 지속)
2. 손에 드는 장치 형태의 운동은폐장- 28시간 동안, 움직임을 감지하거나 추적하는 장치에 탐지 안 됨. 소나같은 감각을 사용하는 생물은 이쪽을 보지 못함.

아티팩트와 신기품:
1. 신기품-발동시키면 1분간 없어졌다가 같은 자리에 다시 나타나는 입방체

출신배경:
에르 하나의 스승은 매우 존경받는 사람이었다. 스승은 에르 하나를 좋은 제자로 여기지만 적도 많았다.
에르 하나가 맡을 일에는 보상이 걸려 있다. 에르 하나는 돈이 필요하다. 적에게 습격당해 큰 부상을 입은 스승을 위해 수술비를 마련하기 위해서다.
에르 하나와 함께 다니는 이들 중 하나는 그녀를 구세주라고 의심한다. 에르 하나는 그들의 의심을 눈치 챘지만 모르는 체 한다. 사실은 몹시 부담스럽다.

등급:
1등급 글레이브

경험치:
0

부상트랙:
건강(ㅇ) / 중상(x) / 치명상(x)

회복판정:
1d6+1

현재 회복 필요 시간:
행동 하나(ㅇ) / 10분(x) / 1시간(x) / 10시간(x)

[User]
"아, 감사합니다. 마침 점심때라 출출했어요. 역시 아주머니 빵은 맛있네요.

아, 아베케 아주머니께 배달할 물건이 있어서요. 언제나처럼 제가 직접 왔죠."

[Assistant]
"후후, 먹성도 좋지." 테일이 먹는 모습을 보며 세르와가 미소지었다.
그녀가 말을 이었다. "그러고 보니 달링이 플레처 씨한테 주문한 게 있다고 했었지..."

세르와는 '달콤한 고기'의 안쪽을 가리켰다. "네가 직접 가져다 주렴. 돈은 아마 미리 치렀을 거야.
내가 전해주고 싶어도 아직 빵 진열이 안 끝났거든. 그럼 부탁해." 라면서 세르와는 눈웃음을 보냈다.

[User]
"예. 수고하세요~"

"아베케 아주머니! 배달 왔어요!"

[Assistant]
세르와에게 인사하고 판매대를 떠난 테일은 가게 안으로 들어가며 아베케를 불렀다.

세르와의 반려자인 아베케는 가게 안쪽에서 정육용 식칼로 고기를 썰고 있었다.
떡 벌어진 몸집과 구릿빛 피부를 가진 중년 여인이었다.

테일이 배달왔다며 이름을 불렀는데도 아베케는 그것을 알아듣지 못했다.
아베케의 표정은 어두웠다. 고기를 썰면서도 제대로 집중하지 못하는 인상이었다.

(여기서 마스터 개입하겠습니다.
테일은 경험치가 없으므로 마스터 개입을 막을 수 없겠네요.)

그때 테일은, 특유의 기민함으로 위험을 눈치 챘다.
아베케가 손질하던 고기를 향해 내리치던 정육용 식칼의 궤도가 엇나가, 자칫 아베케의 손가락을 자르기 직전이었던 것이다.

테일은 즉시 반응했다.
번개를 부를 수 있는 테일이었다. 그가 재빨리 벼락 형태의 충격파를 쏘았다.
그 충격파는 아베케가 쥐고 있던 정육용 식칼에 맞았고, 아베케의 손에서 식칼을 날려버렸다.

(마스터 개입을 하면 본래는 캐릭터에게 경험치를 2점 주고 나중에 다른 캐릭터에게 주게 합니다만, 이 시나리오는 플레이어 캐릭터가 1명이므로 경험치는 1점만 드립니다.
테일의 시트에 경험치를 1점 기록해주세요.)

테일의 번개에 맞아 날아간 식칼이 나무 벽에 꽂혔다.
멍했던 아베케는 그제야 퍼뜩 정신을 차렸다.

에베케는 벽에 꽂힌 식칼과 자신의 빈손을 번갈아 봤다.
만약 테일이 손을 쓰지 않았다면 큰 화를 당했을 거란 사실을 깨닫고 그녀가 말했다. "고, 고맙구나...테일!
내가 넋을 놓고 있었지 뭐냐... 요즘 신경 쓸 일이 있어서...
그런데 테일. 혹시 방금의 그 벼락, 정말 네가 일으킨 거니? 너한테 그런 힘이 있었어?"

[User] 플레이어의 사정으로 세션을 마감합니다. ㅠㅜ


[System]
Super Powered Name: Lemur

Power(s): Wallcrawling (limited to rough surfaces), enhanced physical (agility, dexterity, durability), claws (permanent, from her regular nails), enhanced senses (including limited night vision).

Power Item: N/A

Appearance:

Allegiance: Hero

Personality: Curious and cautious are the best words to describe Amelia. She's got an insatiable curiosity and drive to know things, especially when it comes to something in her immediate environment. However, "curiosity killed the cat" has not applied to her for years, her cautious (and sometimes even timid) nature taking the forefront. Self-preservation and safety are high on her list when it comes to learning, so if she can't learn it from a book, she's not likely to pursue the knowledge. She has a strong sense of order, too, even if hers can come across as a little chaotic.

History: Born and raised in Grayshire, Amelia knew from the start that the quiet life she'd been born into was all she wanted. Sure, she had to go to the city to further her education, but living in a small town was comfortable and part of her dream for the future. Most of her time was spent helping her neighbours - the other residents of Grayshire - and volunteering at the local veterinary clinic. Her family consisted of her parents, her older brother, and her younger brother. Jacob, her older brother, had gone to the California to pursue a career in film, while their younger brother Terrence was still finishing high school.

When the Gray Bomb dropped, Amelia didn't notice an immediate difference. She felt overwhelmed, and the odor in the air was making her sick. She had hurried home to check on her family, trouble already brewing in the streets, and had discovered her father dead of a heart attack, and her mother trying to console Terry, but not coming close enough to touch him. Veins like lava were clear on him, and she swears her heart stopped for a full minute as she stood in the doorway, taking in the scene. She hurried and got a bowl of cool water and rags to put on Terry's skin, their mother hitting full-on hysterics as the faucet shot from its fixture and ricocheted in the kitchen. Whatever had been dropped on their town, Amelia had never felt fear like she did then.

Amelia wasn't home when the government's forces moved in on their town. She'd been at the grocery store, looking at nail files for her suddenly much longer, much sharper nails, and buying canned food in case anything was contaminated by the odorous gas. Everything fell to chaos so quickly, she's not sure who pulled her to safety through an emergency exit that had her ears ringing for a good hour after they'd left, but she wishes she could've gone back for Terrence. Her hopes have been dashed of finding him in New York City, hoping their catatonic mother had sprung to action and helped him, but her burning brother is nowhere to be found. Being in the city has Amelia constantly on edge, and she's starting to wonder if the claws she's gained aren't the only thing about her that's changed.

[User]
Lexx thought back to the few news he'd seen about his own actions. The murders he had committed. Some people in various forums had began using a nickname for the perpetrator. For him.

"Well, apparently, people are starting to call me 'The Black Mist Assassin'. How silly. And long." He said with a serious face looking in front of him at nothing in particular. He then took a bite from his slice of pizza before continuing. "Just call me Lexx."

"So . . . Ved, before we continue our previous conversation, you should learn something first." Black dust surrounded his left arm and took the shape of a long blade he held in his hand which he swung violently just stopping at a hair's breadth of Ved's throat. He stood there for a moment in silence and took another bite from his pizza slice. "We barely talked for a minute and you already trust me enough to meet me in person? What if I was someone grateful to the people who did this because of my new-found powers? And you? You basically stated publicly you are against the people who did this. If we are to work together, I need you alive. And meeting strangers like this, especially ones with powers like these, is . . .", he paused for added drama ". . .bad for your health." Either all what Lexx said was true and Ved was too trustworthy, or he had dangerous powers with which he could defend himself. If the latter was true, Lexx would hope he'd showcase it as he was curious too see them. If the former was true Lexx could only hope he had learned his lesson.

Lexx let go of the blade and it disintegrated into black dust before vanishing. "Now. The organization you were speaking of. As I recall my last question was about it's intentions. Oh, and I'm also curious about how many people have joined it already."

[Assistant]
Ved
He watched the blade fly towards his neck, and he remained combletely calm, almost uncaring towards the threat on his life. He knew people, he knew them in a way that was nearly superhuman. He rarely misjudged a person, and on that rare occassion it'd be something trivial like a favorite band or movie. He had never once been wrong about whether or not he could trust someone, and he knew he could Trust this person, Lexx. He also, frankly, had very little value for his own life, given his poor health, and that someone else would eventually surpas him in the fight for superhuman rights.

"Someone in support of a 'terrorist' attack don't often kill it's Members."
He mumrmured gently in response, pushing a bit of hair from his eyes
"Our intention is simple, we aim for unification of Man and Mutant, we have abilities that the world could use to the benefit everyone occupying it, and that opprotunity shouldn't be wasted on account of simple bigotry. I've personally amassed a few thousand people worldwide, primarily hacking communities and so forth, and we are supported by several humanitarian organizations."

His pocket buzzed gently, and he touched the phone through his jeans. An explosion had occured in New-York, and a woman had been seen scalling the side of the burning building, then fleeing the scene with a man on her shoulder. Still using only his contact with the phone, he entered the street-camera server, his left eye reflecting what he saw. It flashed as the explosion took place, as he watched the girl climb the building he suddenly recognized her, she had clearly lived in grayshire, but he had seen her before, her name was Amelia, and she had been kind. To him on several occasions, brief encounters at stores and such, but he doubted she would remember him, especially by name.

[User]
David woke up violently, thrashing around for a few moments to free himself from his latest nightmare. He reached up and felt his forehead. It was drenched in sweat. In general, he felt terrible. David had never slept well, but his powers certainly didn't help in that regard. The intense visions that only visited him occasionally in the waking world plagued his mind at night. All the things that were, could have been, and might be rapidly flashed before him in his sleep. David stood up, and dusted himself off. Not willing to return to the realm of his visions for a bit, and got dressed, and went into his living room.

David thought back to his encounter in Grayshire. He had only heard bits and pieces of the conversation. What little he did, know, though, was it had something to do with those symbols back in Grayshire. David had seen them before, but thought little of them at the time. Remembering the news site the man in the trench coat had been on, David opened the page on his own computer. He glanced over it, finding nothing of particular interest. Then, he saw the symbol. Clear as day, as if it was just another advert, the symbol was there. David began to contemplate his next move.

For once, David wanted one of his visions to come to him. While they tended to offer more questions then answers, they tended to give him an idea of what awaited him down a particular path. However, this path was clouded. There were so many different endings down this path, he couldn't piece any of them together.

Eventually, David came to a decision. He had had his fill of being left in the dark. It was time to find out what happened to his home. Taking a deep breath, he scrolled over to the symbol, and clicked on it.

[Assistant]
Though she felt that "jaws of death" was a bit of an exaggeration, Amelia couldn't help the swell of pride that came with helping someone. She wasn't sure if this man worked for JTechs, or was just an in to the company, but she did know that JTechs was getting a lot of heat since the Gray Bomb had dropped. There was a lot of speculation and scandal surrounding their potential involvement, and no one was really willing to solidly take a stand for the company until they made an official statement themselves. The masked man's next words cleared up her confusion, and she nodded - so Jerome was helping the people of Grayshire, and the Vice President of JTechs was looking to get in on it. That explained the fire, then.

After picking up Jerome, John - as she learned his name was - offered for her to come with him. She weighed her options for a moment, biting her lip and peeking out of the alleyway before nodding in agreement. It was safer to stay with helpful company, especially after she'd gone and drawn attention to herself. The last thing she needed was to get questioned or cause another scene, and Amelia wanted to make sure Jerome would be alright. There were still too many variables to work with, and she wasn't willing to risk being alone just yet. The city, at least, was getting easier for her to navigate, so no matter where they went, she was confident she could find her way back to work or her apartment. John hadn't been hostile, and was willing to trust her; she may as well extend the courtesy. They were both from the same small town, anyway.

"I'm Amelia Kersey, though I suppose Lemur would be accurate enough, given the recent...developments with my body," she told him, shoving her hands back in the pockets of her jacket. "Can't lose the claws, so I had to paint them." She added that explanation as an afterthought, well aware that the bright blue was going to catch anyone's eye. At least it served its purpose, though she may have to go with a more subtle orange when she repainted them, just in case it was too eye-catching.

[User]
"It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Kersey, " John said politely before turning to walk out of the ally. He kind of liked Amelia, she reminded him of someone that he knew in boot camp. Sirens could be heard a few blocks away, "I hope you don't mind the smell, but we're going to have to go through the sewers to get to Haven."

He shifted Jerome before jogging over to a manhole in the middle of the street. For a moment John thought he saw something on one if the buildings, but after a moment shurged and continued. Holding his left had out towards the manhole, three branch like shadows stretch out to move it. As he climbed down into the sewer, "hopefully we reach the old metro entrance quickly . When he reached the bottom he waited for Amelia before walking down the sewer.

[Assistant]
"John Gruger and Amelia Kersey...Both are superhumans, like me." Elijah Whispered to himself, as if saying it out loud would help him remember their names and who they are. Elijah's Theory of them hunting other supers started to fade as he listened into their conversation some more. All their talk of this Jerome guy, being trustworthy and John's mention of this haven started to make Elijah question their motives. He's not quite sure just yet if they were trying to fool each other, but their words seemed genuine. Elijah watched as John dipped down into the manhole, he could hear John say something about the old metro. Intrigued, Elijah decided to investigate this "Old Metro". Only problem was, he didn't know where it was.

Elijah ran to the side of the building, on impulse of course, and dropped down on the fire escape. He held his hands out to his side as he ran down the fire escape, his hands mending the sound waves that vibrated off the metal clanging of the stairs. Elijah's heavy footsteps couldn't even be heard by a bat, they were almost non existent. This was one of the many perks that came along with his powers, the ability to be sneaky. Elijah looked back at the manhole making sure no had had seen them, than continued to run down the fire escape. He kicked down the ladder, he made sure he tuned out the sound waves from that as well. Within moments, he was sliding down the ladder like those cool guys do in the movies.

Elijah was panting heavily by the time he came in sight of the manhole. He was no athlete, so all this physical strain took it's toll. Elijah needed a minute or two to catch his breath, it worked out for Elijah because he needed a few minutes to make sure they were both in the manhole. Only then did he follow them. Elijah's make-shift plan was to increase the intensity of their footstep's sound waves, while making his own quieter. This was going to be a new feet for Elijah, but somewhere deep inside him was telling him he had to follow them, even if that meant pushing the limits of his abilities.

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At the mention of the sewers, Amelia scrunched up her nose and nodded. She'd heard in passing about Haven, and it was only her newly-heightened senses that had prevented her from taking the free-and-easy route of having a roof over her head. Sure, she'd learned quickly that she could navigate the dark with no problem, but the smell? She couldn't stand it. Still, with the sirens singing in her ears, she knew it was the safest, quickest way into Haven. Before she could ponder hopping down the manhole, she could've sworn she heard someone on the fire escape behind them - but after a moment's pause, the sound was nonexistent, and she shook her head. Her senses were on high alert, and it wasn't unusual for people to imagine things in their paranoia. With this in mind, she clambered down easily to follow John, one hand free of her jacket to cover her nose and mouth.

Once she was in, she tugged the manhole back into place, but wasn't sure it fell back as it should've been. It was heavier than she'd expected, even with her newfound strengths, and Amelia figured a car would pass over sooner or later and knock it in like it belonged. "Hopefully," she agreed, uncovering her mouth to speak, but quickly replacing her hand. She wasn't sure how strongly the tunnels smelled to John, but for her, they were overwhelming. "I think this is the only reason I haven't been to Haven," she admitted quietly, aware that her voice would carry in the cavernous space.


[System]
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good. ...What kind of a silly saying is that? If I was up to no good, and I certainly am not, I wouldn't admit it!"
AGE: 16 (Fifth Year Student)

HERITAGE: Pureblood

HOUSE:

PERSONALITY: Lucy is an extremely quirky girl with a serene disposition and many eccentric beliefs and qualities. Often described as an 'old soul', she is a complete nonconformist; she lacks a barrier between her brain and mouth, as a result, is not afraid to speak her mind and show who she truly is. Often times she will do random odd things such as talk to herself or turn away during the middle of a conversation. Despite having the attention span of a rabid squirrel, Lucine is also intelligent and unusually perceptive of others feelings and thoughts. Her demeanor and voice are often distant and dreamy, and she will drift away from a conversation she does not find interesting. She has an uncanny way of making others uncomfortable by being bluntly honest, or rather embarrassingly honest. She is completely unflappable and rarely seems anxious or under stress, even under difficult circumstances. Lucy is very good at comforting others and is usually quite a joy to be around. She has extremely well-developed senses, and an aesthetic appreciation for beauty. She's not interested in leading or controlling others. She is flexible and open-minded about other people lives, traditions, stories, etc.. She is also original and very creative and enjoys living in the present moment.

HISTORY: Born the daughter of Lysander Scamander, son of Luna Lovegood and Ralf Scamander, Lucine was surrounded by love and smiles since she was a little girl. She grew up in an environment that shaped her into a kind and caring person. Appropriately nicknamed "Angel" by her uncle Lorcan, Lucine has been the kind of person to always put another's happiness before her own. From a young age, she aquired a love of Art and has since made it a persistent hobby of hers, often times secluding herself in her attic to paint or sketch things she saw out her window. Lucine is very close to her grandmother, often times the two sit together and talk about Luna's time at Hogwarts.

During her third year at Hogwarts, her mother passed away after getting really sick, leaving her father in a depressed state after her passing. Lucine was devistated by this, but seeing what her father was going through, denied herself the right to properly grieve to stay strong for the both of them. She buried her sadness and smiled more, keeping drawings of her mother with her all the time. Little did she know what an affect it would have on her after keeping her sadness buried for too long.

CLASSES TAKEN:
Defense Against The Dark Arts
Herbology
Care Of Magical Creatures
Art
Study Of Ancient Runes

OTHER:
Hobbies: Painting is her biggest hobby, going on walks, reading, helping out in the COMC class.

Patronus:
DOVE - Those with this patronus are good-hearted, and expressors. They are great at expression, and what they feel and the aura they give off can be pushed onto others, causing those around the dove to feel more calm merely from their presence. They are optimistic people with a strong ambition in life, fluttering from place to place trying to give off energy to others and help out in anyway they can. Their life is their mission, and they have two many goals, to make a difference, and to be loved.

Wand: 12 inch Cedar Wood Wand with a Pheonix Feather core.

Familiar:
Valor - Male Cat

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Hannah Beckings - The Red Fox

An interjection of cunning words from behind her caused Hannah to turn sharply in response, it was a voice she could never forget; a voice that had even almost caught her once in her other escapades. Of anyone in the school, only he had once come close to catching the infamous Red Fox; initially, her lips dared to part in order to defend herself and deny any involvement, yet she wasn't even given a chance.

Of course just like their chess matches, the accursed boy always seemed to be one anticipatory step ahead. Finding every little niche and minute little detail that she might have missed in the advent of a more hastily laden plot. Thanks to him, she had been forced to resort to less commonly used tactics in Wizard's chess of which for a short time were rather effective; only to have him naturally adapt and force her unto the drawing board once again.

Oddly, well, not necessarily so, she similarly had to do the exact same when it came to her infiltration and escapes. The last famed elope she had to use was a summoning charm to escape by jumping from the library windows themselves. Plucked from the air was she by her Firebolt, and off she tore across the skies before either Adrian or the prefects could recover.

For some reason the prefects had half the mind to try and bribe the brilliant Quidditch tactician to help them apprehend the wily Fox.

Thought of this brought a light smirk to her face as he went on explaining how he knew what she had done so easily, and she simply rested the softened curve of her chin upon her palm while she waited for him to finish. Once he mentioned the slightly charred hem of her sleeve, she sighed and rolled her eyes at this thought.

"And that, Adrian is where you might be incorrect. My family isn't very wealthy as you know, so these just might be robes from the previous year as I didn't grow too terribly much from fifteen into sixteen; see?" Seizing part of the fabric, the robes she was wearing certainly bore the wear and tear of at least a year's schooling at Hogwarts. "The searing upon the hem is entirely consequential at that point for me, and I very much doubt you'll be searching the sleeves of every Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh year that sits upon this table. That would simply be unjust search and seizure. Not to mention, could have a Slytherin or a Hufflepuff just as easily done it, and intentionally thrown off their colors to draw their suspicion to Ravenclaw?"

She clicked her tongue twice in disappointment. "To search one, you must search all. Not quite the Échec et mat as you thought it would be, no?" Brushing off her own sleeves, the clever little witch looked to him curiously with that little knowing smirk of hers still playing across her lips. "So, why are you so late to the Hall? Did you think that there was more mischief afoot? Or were you looking for a new seeker for the season, hm?"

A look of disgust momentarily glimpsed past her expression as the scarf suddenly turned Red and Gold, but with a tap of her own wand she was able to fix it to glare indignantly at the boy across from her.

"Very funny. Perhaps if you had a better Seeker, you wouldn't have lost at the Quidditch Cup last year."

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Alyssa Carrow

With a scarf covering her ruby-red lips, Alyssa confidently strode into the crowds that had amassed at the entrance to the Great Hall. It was cold in the Scottish highlands, especially at night, so the scarf had initially been used to keep warm but she found that others seemed to avoid conversation when she had it covering her mouth. Maybe it showed them that talking to her was probably not worth their time, as usual?

Casting her grey eyes around the room, she took in the ever-boisterous Gryffindor, hoisting last year's Quidditch cup up onto their table. Shame that they would lose it this year around. Now that the Slytherin captain was gone and out of her way, she could have a little more say on the team and this included some of the tactics she had formulated over the summer. If that failed, she would always lend a hand to Ravenclaw - Alyssa found that Ravenclaws' pursuit of knowledge was similar to hers of purity and knowledge was always a welcome ally.

Everything seemed normal, like the past year had reflected itself into the new year. The first years had yet to make an appearance but most others were present. The tradition was welcome, she guessed, but the ruckus being caused by Gryffindor was not. And, as usual, she found the overly-pleasant Devin Coal shouting his lungs out. He was the same bastard who kept trying to drag her into his Muggle-lovers society. Alyssa would rather be seen dead. One day, she'd give him something to shout about but for now, his silence was all that was necessary. Noticing the Gryffindor colours burst into flame, Alyssa couldn't help but smile - apparently, someone else was not a fan of the numb-skulls, either.

Letting her wand slide down from its precautionary position in her sleeve, she used the cover of the crowd and focused on Devin Coal. "Silencio." They might have been the triumphant winners of Quidditch disputes but when it came to actual magic, it seemed that Alyssa was a cut above the rest of them. Smirking, she reined in her wand, covering up the evidence of her charm as she moved through the crowd, humming softly into the scarf. Devin Coal suddenly found his magnificent roar being reduced to... well... nothing. Walking down parallel to the Gryffindor table, she sent a single wink to Devin before averting her gaze to a dispute between Hannah and someone else.

Hannah was what Alyssa could possibly describe as a friend. Over the years, Alyssa had paid the girl to smuggle books from the restricted aisle so that no one could ever link her with the rather dark reading she engaged in. They had initially formed a somewhat working relationship but Alyssa, attracted to the Red Fox's humour and uncaring-attitude, had even broken some of her rules for separating herself from the masses to socialise with Hannah. Of course, the rumours that the girl was a direct descendant of Rowena Ravenclaw definitely aided in Alyssa's perception of her. "Hannah." She murmured in greeting, nodding her head quickly to the girl as she passed. Stopping as if she forgot something, she turned back to the red-head and smiled. "I do believe I owe you something, don't I? Could we talk afterwards to settle that?" Turning, she finally moved to the Slytherin table where she took her seat and was roundly greeted by those who knew her.

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A small growl of frustration escaped the lips of Lucine as she pushed some stray strands of her long golden brown hair back behind her ear. Normally she didn't mind a bit of hair falling on her work, but she was already becoming frustrated with her drawing, as she couldn't get the eyes right. She was sitting with her to her friend of now three years, Kaelyn Cobble, with one leg perched up on the seat and the other dangling down, her boot barely touching the floor. (Like this.) The noise of the Great Hall she had all but tuned out to focus on her drawing, but even she couldn't help when her friend laughed and she curiously looked up and smiled weakly at those sitting around them. This time of the year was always the best and happiest for her, getting to be reunited with her friends and classmates after the long summer was exciting to say the least. Normally Lucine would be socializing a bit right now, but she was hardly in the mood, and first she wanted to finish her sketch.

She was sketching from memory the face of her late mother, Lorelei, and was upset with herself that she was having a hard time finishing it. It was only a few times she would tear her blue eyed gaze from the paper and look up at someone who spoke loudly. One of these such times was when her other close friend Devin, from Gryffindor, shouted "We are the LIONS!" It brought a smile to her face to see him so happy, and when the whole house erupted into their chanting and cheers, she clapped her hands in applaud.

It was not too long afterwards that Lucine would suddenly be startled as her Hufflepuff scarf would suddenly ripped from her neck, causing her arm to jerk. The result was her pencil leaving a dark mark clear across the sketch she was working on. Anger began to boil in her as she glared at the ruined page. With a deep breath and an angry sigh, she closed her notebook gently and placed it on the table before standing. She looked to see where her scarf had gone and saw it was wrapped around the cup a few Gryffindors were holding. Her hand balled into a fist and she stomped her foot on the ground. She was furious that the teachers had let this go on without saying as much as a word. Well she had a lot to say, even if she wouldn't be heard over the talking of everyone else in the room.

"Oh enough is enough already! Can't everyone a just stay quiet and pay attention to the ceremony? Save your annoying meddling for another time!" she said, not really shouting, but speaking firmly as if a mother was scolding her children. Lucine too, with a flick of her arm, revealed her wand and raised it, drawing the shape of a shield in the air, she would say an incantation that would dispelled all magic previously used in the Hall.

"Finite Incantatem."

A small purple light would shoot out towards the ceiling and rain purple dust down on everything before fading away only a second later. Lucine watched with satisfaction as her scarf would return and wrap around her neck along with the other two returning to the students who owned them. Unfortunately the spell could do nothing for the burned scarves, but at least anyone under some kind of spell would be relieved of it upon the effect. Putting her wand away, she turned to the Gryffindor table and pointed an accusing finger since she was already on a roll. "If you all could please settle down and get it through your thick skulls that this moment is  NOT  about you, but about the first years, I assume we could get this ceremony over with, then you all can go on and boast about... whatever it is that makes you think your so great." with a final stomp of her foot, Lucine would finish her scolding, which was done in a manner very unlike the normally sweet demeanor she had. To be fair, she didn't sound in the least intimidating at all. And hell, she had a right to be angry with how her day had gone so far, she didn't care if she may have unfairly taken it out on others, that is, if they even heard a word of it. Huffing, she sat down once again next to Kaelyn and dropped her head onto the table with a light thud as she felt a headache coming on. This too was fueling her bad mood, seeing as these migraines she was having started to become more frequent.


[System]
Theme:

Race: goblin

Appearance: (don't mind the clothes/gear):

Goal:
Return home to her family.

Past life:
 A young girl still in gradeschool. She was very creative and loved to draw. She wasn't a prodigy artist but her messy doodles were a little less messy than other students. There was a kids show that she used to watch about little goblins who braved the great open world, inspiring her to doodle little goblins in her notebooks. One day, her neighbor had come by to pick her up from school as they had done before, though this time they weren't supposed to. Thinking it was fine, Mina got in their car. The neighbor chatted and laughed with the young girl for a moment before all the sudden someone reached from behind her and clasped a cloth over her mouth. She breathed in what she didn't know was chloroform, and that was the last thing she remembered.

Void:
In the void that she awoke to, she was greeted by the demon lord, as he introduced himself as such. Believing this was a dream, Mina was excited and she scurried over to one of her memories of her doodling a particular goblin she seemed to draw a lot, one she made up. Giggling she pointed to it. "I want to be that one! Can I, can I!?" The gravity of the situation was lost to her, but she seemed to get her wish....somewhat.

new life: (will release summary soon)
part 1:
docs.google.com/document/d/1PQ2tPw6yo…
part 2:
docs.google.com/document/d/1A6y8y7FPu…

Abilities:

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Asteria

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Who'd have thought these light wraps were so cumbersome? Asteria thought as she followed Ed back to the burrow, mother rat tagging alongside. She also wasn't entirely certain what to think of the humans, but at least they'd let Ed go, despite thinking he may be a 'Deviant', whatever that was. They'd also mentioned them being 'a sign of the Spirits' and she wondered if that was just a religious or common saying, with the spirits being the equivalent of what people would either term fate or gods back on earth. Of course, they could also have been referring to a mythologically indicated event or an actual existing spiritual being that odd things were correlated with…One couldn't dismiss even the most outrageously fantastical explanations, in this world.

Once at the burrow, Asteria removed the arm wraps, and coaxed them onto Mother rat. Peripherally, she observed Ed taking his part of the loot. "That might be too heavy for you," she warned. "These were for me, so I'm passing them off to mother for now. I wouldn't mind building more strength, but I'm not willing to risk my speed for it." She waited for the Ratman to take his pick, then turned to gaze at the remaining items. "Ooh, you left the metal knife for me? That's great, though it may be more useful as a utility item rather than a weapon…" she trailed off, and took the knife into her paws, swinging it around a few times, taking care not to spook or worse, injure her companions. It definitely seemed more of a slashing weapon, so she doubted if she could pierce enemies with it the way she had with that stinger. If it didn't turn out to be too unwieldy, she'd try it out at the very least.

Asteria also took a vine belt, the bone necklace and the rabbit skull staff. She'd store the staff among their other items until she regained her mana and was able to examine it. The bone necklace was stored as well, as it did not seem to have any immediate practical uses. Asteria was fairly sure the necklace was simply a decorative piece, though perhaps it did channel magical energies, which she could find out later. As for the belt, she used it to tie the knife to her tail, its handle secured to the end of her appendage while its blade protruded as an artificial extension from it. She gazed with extreme doubt at her newly wrapped and armed tail, slowly moving it around. If the knife and/or vine belt were too unwieldy, she'd store them too.

"Hey, before we leave, there's this gnome here that I talked to before we dealt with the bandits, though I think you missed it. It's willing to make, though I can only guess what it wants as payment. I'd say we could try bribing it with food, because…Well, some gold coin appeared this morning next to where I burned food last night," she shrugged, slightly embarrassed at not having more evidence to back her claim. But really, while the gnome had said that it definitely did not want blood or dead humans, it had made no mention of what could entice it. "Though it did say the 'offering' was the only reason it didn't eject a non-human from that second room…" she confessed. "In any case, if you feel like trying to offer it something more, we could try that. But I'm also fine with just leaving and carting all these things towards that lakeside city," she concluded.

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"Definitely not a garden gnome," she shook her head, amused. "It doesn't want blood or raw corpses," Asteria shrugged in response to Ed. "I'll see what I can do," she replied, somewhat cheerful now that she was once again relatively safe and unbothered. Then, she found the remaining two vine belts and began experimenting with knotting them together in the most effective manner, setting out to create something that could work as a sling.

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Torrent watched carefully as the battle continued, her interference nearly giving the goat creature a chance to really turn the tide of this fight, but it wasn't quite enough. Simply put, the creature was outnumbered and the goblins were crafty with their weapons.

There just wasn't enough that she could do to help the creature kill them with her abilities as they stood. Sure, she could try talking to the goblins again and distract them, but she couldn't guarantee that would work. And her earth manipulation abilities just weren't cutting it.

And she was pretty sure her friends had decided to try and trick the goblins into killing themselves on this beast. She couldn't think of any other reason for this charade. They didn't have anything else to gain by weakening the goblins.

Keeping her stealth skills active, Torrent focused on trying to remain completely unnoticeable as she crept forward towards the edge of the brush on top of the small knoll. Scale shift and Muffle would help massively here, and she actively tried to suppress any sound that she might produce.

Once in position she waited, watching, for a goblin to be separated slightly from the others near her and the goat to be busy with another target. As soon as the opportunity presented itself, she darted out from the brush to clamp her fangs around a goblin's neck from behind. As she bit, she blew out a torrent of Wyrm Breath between her jaws as she shook her head violently.

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@Zeroth

Femus was glad that Nira was so intelligent and could come to decisions quickly. It made many things easier. He was also glad that she was continuing her own skill development and making progress. He was less glad that she suddenly started developing a speech impediment and began hiding behind foliage like an embarrassed teenage girl who was just caught with something inappropriate by an authority figure. Trying to hide behind leaves just makes a person want to look for what's being hidden.

Fortunately, Femus was intelligent as well. He was intelligent enough to only take a few long seconds to realize what Nira was hiding and why she was hiding it. Unfortunately, this realization made him feel remarkably stupid.

However, with the obvious next step in the conversation being dependent on his response, Femus was in the position to think for a little bit. This gave him the time to come to a decision that should solve several issues and foster the growth of their little partnership at the same time. But, explaining things to an embarrassed girl can be dangerous at best. Delivery is important.

He made himself roll slightly one way, just a little. It was a mimicry of a person cocking their head to one side. It didn't quite work as a glowing, floating, fuzz ball but it might help. Then, he decided to open his mouth.

"That reminds me. You're pretty unnecessarily exposed to attack right now. I don't really know much about making armor but... maybe I should hone my crafting skills by making you a dress first. It's going to take time though, and we're both hungry and thirsty. How would you feel about going foraging alone while I get started preparing materials for an outfit?"

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@Zeroth
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Peering out from behind the leaves, Nira's blush deepened further as she realized with frustration that her actions had been pretty obvious when a momentary silence followed her response. Mentally banging her head against a wall, she tried her best to calm down as Femus finally responded. It was nice that he was trying to be subtle about the situation, buuuut it only made her further embarrassed, muddling her thoughts and making her quick to respond and act.

"If you think you'll be able to make one, then I'll be perfectly fine with foraging. I- I need some time to clear my head."

Ducking out of the tree, she headed in the direction opposite of Femus's old hideout, keeping an eye peeled for any critters or edible looking plants in the hopes of distracting herself.

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Ardur The Mighty Hipixie  These fire fly's suck >>> Ambush! /// Adventuring day 5 // Evening / Location - Cave >> Old Goblin Camp

Ardur was satisfied with his hit too the wisp. It was somewhat strange to him to think that these undead were literally throwing their lives away just for the core. At least for now the fighting seemed to have stopped, Asura had taken care of the rat and the two wisps were taken care of. Mother slime didn't look to happy about her placement but oh well. Steve seemed rather animated when he turned his attention to her. It looked like she was waiting for her next job when the Taming skill finally leveled up.

Taking a moment to ponder the skill and its explanation as the others talked. Hearing Trent talk more while the continued made him ponder more, "Well we didn't know their names but knew something was there, at least I did. I hope you can forgive our blunt ignorance on such things, we are still learning." Looking again to Steve as they traveled further into the cave, "don't worry Steve, stick to the plan of using your web to slow enemy's focus on rats pixies and skeletons." He wasn't entirely too sure how much the spider understood but hoped she at least wouldn't waste her energy on wisps and slimes.

They soon found themselves in a familiar place. The old abandoned goblin camp marked only by scraps and ash were the fire once was. Ardur took this opportunity to fly a bit higher up to get a better view while the others were still getting to the center. He wasn't too sure what he would learn while using Keen Sight I into the darkness but who knows maybe he will pick up dark vision or something.

It didn't take long for things to start happening, a yell from Trent and a rather odd looking skeleton soon appeared in front of the group then ran off into the darkness. Ardur wasted little time to start using Monster analysis I on that skeleton, the one coming from the side, and the darker ooze coming up from the fire pit. From his aerial advantage he began calling out targets, "Skeleblin coming in from our left, Steve slow it down. Black ooze coming up from the fire pit towards Asura, be careful it could be the black slime that forced us out the last time. Don't know where the bigger one went, unlikely that this is it. Ready yourselves for an ambush!"

Ardur had to admit that he wasn't a tactical genius so the best he could do was give them accurate information regarding their opponents. Taking the opportunity before the fighting really started the high pixie dove back towards the group. He was hoping to use the added momentum from how height up he was to swoop down quickly and cast Shield I on both Asura and Trent then return to his flying position slightly above the group.

Level: 7
Steve Level: 4

Health: 100%
Mana: 80%
Stamina: 95%

Buffs:

Debuffs:

Inventory: bow horn venison x15 lbs.
+Cooked bow horn venison 5 Lbs.
+Rubber Frog skin Backpack - This item is more elastic than it looks. Can hold 15 Small Items. The number of items held may be affected by larger items that take up more space. It is more durable than most raw materials due to its rubbery composition, but without proper care it may degrade over time.

Clothes:
+Beetle Bracer - This item for your Arm makes you feel slightly tougher.
+Bone Breastplate - This item for your Torso makes you feel slightly tougher.
+Grass Skirt - This item is fragile and flammable, but serves as decent clothing.

Weapons: N/A
+Sharp Stone
+Beetle Mandible - Rather hard and sharp on its own, it might be sturdy enough to refine.

Current Party: Asura, Mother Slime, Steve, and himself.

Magic/Skills: Shield II, Lesser Flight III, Minor Heal III, Physical Conditioning I, Fire Resistance I, Taming II, Fireball I, Stronger II, Crafting II, Muffle I, Inspire I, Guidance I, Spell chant I, Use light equipment, Meditation I, Point Strike I, Keen Sight I, Material Analysis I, Monster Analysis I, Alert I, Lesser Cleanse I, Mana Strike I,

Kills for current level:

Other:

[Assistant] "Last time Miiba see glow-ball, Miiba scared. Glow-ball, rats, blobies, lizard things... attack other gobs Miiba ran from. Miiba seen what do, Miiba no like," Miiba said as she looked on for a moment more before hopping down from the window sill. When she saw Geir sitting down as if to start his stories once more, Miiba got excited and rushed for her spot, her little bed beside the fireplace, and snuggled on in. She wondered about what was outside still though. Despite Lear saying not to worry, she couldn't help but feel as if something was wrong. Miiba tried to push her worries aside however, and listen to Lear tell his tales. Miiba, even though the start was rough, felt like she was safe here, and that these people, most of them anyway, actually cared. If anyone were to help her find a way out of this, it would be them. But if she was stuck in this strange world forever, maybe this wouldn't be such a bad place to be.