[System]
Appearance:

Age: 25 or so

Personality: Fairly lax and care-free. A lighthearted individual who's friendly demeanor makes him easy to like and a popular choice among customers. He treats his work with the utmost respect and treats all weapons he views as a work of art. His one "trigger" is people who treat weapons as disposable tools and nothing more. If he gets even a whiff of disrespect off of someone the switch flips and he goes completely psychotic, usually ending with the offender dead on the floor, killed by their own weapon.

Faction: Self-aligned, open to contracts from anyone willing to pay.

Equipment: Personal weapons: .44 Magnum (modified with bull barrel, heavy receiver and comfort grips) and combat shotgun (modified with full stock, long barrel, drum magazine, and compensator). Professional Gear: Large selection of weapons, mods, and ammo for sale. Toolbox stocked with every tool he needs to repair or modify weapons. Small ammo-crafting kit. Stockpile of assorted scrap metals and other miscellaneous items used as components.

Skills: Weapon maintenance/care/modification, ammo production, and at least a passing knowledge of most styles of combat.

History: Brick's father was a Gun Runner operating out of New Vegas. He was one of their best men, a highly-skilled salesman and craftsman who simply loved his work. He learned everything he could about weapons, and wanted to know more. He jumped at the opportunity to join a caravan headed for the mythical Commonwealth on the east coast. Their mission? To establish a series of east coast branches of the Gun Runners, and eventually create a national network of death-dealers. The Commonwealth Gun Runners flourished in their initial years, and began to spread out by making lucrative deals with major weapons dealers in every region, as per the plan.

By the time of Brick's birth, they had established small, but successful and well-respected outposts in Ronto, The Pitt, and The Capital Wasteland. Naturally, Brick grew up surrounded by weapons and took an interest in learning everything his father could teach him. Throughout the years, the two of them wandered from outpost to outpost, learning both the slight and significant differences in how the different craftsmen of the Gun Runners operated. With time, he too became obsessed with the 'beauty' of weapons, and truly took the teaching of 'weapons are art pieces' to heart.

Shortly after his father passed, Brick was selected for a new project. A travelling caravan of Gun Runners equipped with all the necessary equipment to preform their signature services even in the middle of nowhere. They were known as the Wandering Weaponforge, and for several years, business was good. Not long ago, word of a new opportunity for expansion came- The Outer Banks, Brick, a few guards, and three other craftsmen were to move into this region and establish a new outpost near a major settlement. Their journey was long and not without setbacks, only Brick and 3 of the guards made it to their destination. Three months later, Brick has made some success in his mission. Word is beginning to spread of a man known only as 'Forge' who is set up at the Davenport Homestead outside Creswell who can do miraculous things with weapons, as long as you have the caps to pay.

[User]
Reese glanced over at Chase when he spoke to him and then over towards a figure in the distance and his eyes widened, he had seen images of Deathclaws but none up close, though he knew how dangerous they were, it'd be difficult to take it down and almost impossible alone, he had to make sure that the others in the town got to safety, though he didn't know how much time it would take, he would try and get people to message each other to get to safety.

He soon set out, telling people to go and hide that there were dangers as well as tell anyone they came across to hide as well, as much as he would want to go to each section of the town to tell people to run, he just couldn't, not with so much chaos going on, it'd be just his lucky really. "Perhaps it would've been better to either be captured or killed, at least the town wouldn't be in danger then." He spoke to himself quietly before shaking his head as he started to make his way back towards where Eden was, he couldn't think like that, not with so many threats going on.

He soon spotted where Eden was, getting ready to head to her when Ral and Liv along with the other bandits with them managed to stop him, pointing their guns at him, "Well well, looks like the doctor fella' couldn't resist seeing us." Ral grinned though Reese wasn't looking too pleased, these guys were easy for him, but them wasting his time wasn't something he was going to allow.

"Aw don't look so upset, some of us is just better than you's." He continued to taunt more.

"Look I don't have time to deal with you petty thugs, there are more dangers happening than you, so get out of my way." Reese responded more aggressively, normally he's calm and collected, but with the danger of another gang to cause extra headaches and a Deathclaw trying to get to the woman calling for it, he couldn't be calm or nice about it.

"Ah but we still owe you and the boss wants you, so we aims to please." He chuckled, unaware of the threat that was getting much closer than they thought.

"Look over there! You see that thing?! It will kill anything in its way to get where it's going, I'm not dealing with you." Reese continued to speak in a rushed and angry tone.

Ral and the other glanced over at where he mentioned, they all froze seeing the Deathclaw, some getting ready to run, until Ral said, "You all stay here, the boss will be done with this trash and then we'll leave before that thing wrecks the town, now-" He spoke before being interrupted by Reese who had taken the time to get his rifle off his back and then was hit in the face with the butt of the gun, giving Reese the opportunity to slip past them, two of the bandits with the other four including Liv and Ral taking the opportunity to run, a Deathclaw was no joke.

The bandit leader may have been fairly fast on his feet but when it came to how large and bulky he was, his attacks were a little slower, though they definitely held a lot of power. Feeling her blade slash at him as he was too slow to defend but since his body was so tough and only slightly smaller than a Super Mutant's, the cuts didn't bother him too much, though just cause he was strong didn't mean he was invincible, even he knew these cuts would start taking their toll on him if he kept getting cut too much.

"Okay girly, I've had enough of you." He growled, watching her movements, eventually feeling like he had an opening and threw a heavy punch at her, just like he did Reese, if it connected, it would surely do a decent amount of damage and send her skidding back quite a few feet.

Reese saw the fighting going, he knew he had to hurry and at least try to assist her, then get to safety somewhere and wait out the Deathclaw or try to kill it, the latter being something he didn't want to do, it was a damn Deathclaw, though it would be interesting, he heard stories of even power armor users having difficulty killing one of those things, sometimes even being killed themselves.

[Assistant]
Chase snorted, shrugging his shoulders as Reese booked it. "Just don't piss it off and let Eden do the rest."

Eden herself felt that punch right through the gut. Sending her flying she skidded across the ground, air escaping her when her back finally hit a wall. An iron taste in her mouth she opened her eyes to see her opponent with a face that made her even more bitter. Spitting the crimson on the ground she stood once more, looking over her shoulder to see the shadow of the beast. Yet even from here she could tell that it looked a bit different, least for the massive beasts she saw when living on her farm.

Yet she knew there was no turning around now. Again she called and again she could hear the bast run forward. Bracing her weapon she went to a defence mode, buying time for now she grabbed at the pockets of her pouch, a vile holding a disgusting smelling liquid she sighed. She was going to have to make more after this.
Quick on her feet she ran back at the bandit, dodging a blow she felt her finger uncork the top, throwing the dark liquid that smelled of open wounds into his armour before backing up once more. She was making him a target, and she was not going to want to be anywhere near him once the hunter shows up.
Looking around for an escape she cursed, another wall of bandits blocking her path she clicked her blade to the ground, charging again she jumped, using his arm as a spring before slamming it in the joint of his armour around his shoulder. Her hands feeling as though they were glued to the hilt she twisted and turned the blade till she finally pulled it free and tried to back off.

[User]
Reese would make sure to try and help everyone after this whole ordeal was over, right now though he had to try and help Eden, though he still wasn't sure if she was alright or not, if Chase knew her, than she couldn't have been all bad, regardless of their prior interactions with each other, the only thing important right now was to try and get away from whatever that thing was, noticing how it wasn't really a Deathclaw once it was a little closer, still, better to get away and then ask questions later.

The bandit leader continued to swing at her, his encumbering size though made it difficult to hit her, even if some of the blows did connect, they'd graze at the very least. He was getting tired of her jumping all over the place, however he was curious what that stuff was that was on him, he didn't know the substance but it wasn't harming him it seemed, so he'd ignore it for the time being, though when she jumped on him and thrust-ed her blade into his shoulder, he couldn't help but let out a grunt, he could take cuts and even small gun shots, but blades going in fairly deep to his body, even he'd react to that.

"When I get you girly, you'll wish I had killed you quickly!" He shouted, the look of a beast in his eyes as he pulled back for a stronger punch than he usually threw because anger was starting to take over, he was sure it'd hit her and if it did, he doubted she'd be able to get up. Though before the attack could make contact with her, Reese dove in front of the attack, using his rifle as a base to absorb the attack which made a small dent in the body of the gun, but better that then it hitting her, though the postion of the block changed slightly as he felt pressure on his wound as his injured muscle tried to hold back the bandit leader.

"Hey, looked like you could use a little help." Reese chuckled a little with a wince as he looked back at her and then back at the leader who's fist was still pressing against the gun.

"So you know her? Well it will be equally fun to watch you be helpless as I kill her and then you." The leader growled.

"Nah, I don't know her, but I would never leave anyone to face a tower like you." He continued to grin and chuckled a little.

The leader obviously didn't like that and then used his free hand to slam his fist into Reese's gut, a wince and partially wheeze escaping as he felt the impact, his block lowering just enough to be hit in the head which sent him skidding into a nearby wall of a shop. Though it didn't keep him down, he was a little shaky getting up as a small amount of blood trickled down his head, his left eye not being able to open as well as him having shallow breathes.

"You can keep thrashing me around all you like, I won't let you harm anyone." He panted, feeling that since he was why they were here, it should be his fight, even if it killed him, he could at least give her the chance to run away.

The leader chuckled but not out of amusement, no it was pure rage, a beast hidden in everyone, even if they refused to admit it was there and then said to him, "Well still won't change a thing, I'll crush her just to see it anguish you and then I'll kill you myself."

Reese went over between Eden and the bandit leader and said to her, "Perhaps you should run, he's not after you, he's after me, no sense in getting yourself hurt on my behalf." He chuckled, only because he didn't see how things were going to end well, two bandit groups plus a strange beast he'd never seen before approaching, he didn't know how he as well as the town would get out of this.

[Assistant]
Brick and Reese had gotten separated in the chaos. He had made it to the inn without incident and they were explaining the plan to Travis and the few other armed members of the community. He hoped Joe was doing the same thing across the way at the tavern.

"Everyone clear? Ok, let's move out"

The group exited in groups of 2, moving quickly to take cover against nearby shop stalls and corners. Brick dodged across the main street and quickly rapped on the door of the tavern, the signal for them to move out. Things had gone pretty sideways in the brief interlude. It appeared to Brick as though half the raiders were clustered near the upper end of the street, while the rest were moving door to door, presumably looking for him.

"No point waiting around" he said to no one in particular, sneaking to cover beneath the window of a nearby shack. Peeking upwards, he could see one of the raiders inside. He racked a load into his combat shotgun, popped up, and fired a quick two shots. The shotgun tore both the window and the raider's upper torso apart.

'One down' he thought as he quickly moved back into the alleyways and began to maneuver towards the upper group. He passed by the last place he had seen Reese and remembered.

"Almost lost you there" He said as he picked up the Tenderizer. He slung his shotgun and proceeded with the baseball bat at the ready, keeping a hand near his revolver holster in case he had to fire. Suddenly, he heard a roar.

'Oh, that can't be good'

---

Scuzz looked up from pillaging yet another store to find one of his charges rushing towards him.
"Numan's dead, someone blew him up with a scattergun"
"WHO?!"
"I saw a scrawny guy take off up the street, through the alleys"
"Well, go!" he shouted "Kill anyone what gets in the way of us and Forge!"


[System]
Sex: Male
Age: 17
House: Odd-Eyes House

Appearance:

Duel Disk: Arc-V styled duel disk. Main body is dark orange with a blue screen and flame patterns on the pendulum zone.
Personality: Tekkan is a very snarky individual, always one to crack a joke whenever the opportunity presents itself. He has a very short temper, but he tries to keep it under control whenever he's around his friends, and is generally a very fun guy to hang around.
History: Tekkan was born the first and only son of two police officers who met each other during service and eventually settled down and started a family. However, his mother eventually fell ill and could no longer conceive. In due time, she passed away and Tekkan's father retired to look after his only son. The two would regularly go shopping; one of their favorite things to buy and play with were Yu-Gi-Oh! cards. They would buy packs of cards every weekend and have duels against each other, his father usually winning.

When he reached 17 years of age, Tekkan's dad signed him up for a dueling academy to further improve his dueling skills, since he himself had gotten to old to fully enjoy the game. The two promised to meet each other again some day, once the program ended.
Wish: For his mother to come back to him from the dead.

Deck:
Monsters: 26
Igknight Gallant x3
Igknight Veteran x3
Igknight Cavalier x3
Igknight Margrave x3
Igknight Templar x3
Igknight Paladin x3
Igknight Crusader x3
Igknight Squire x3
Igknight Champion x1
Igknight Lancer x1

Spells: 11
Reinforcement of the Army x3
Terraforming x1
Summoner's Art x3
Pot of Riches x2
Ignition Phoenix x2

Traps: 3
Tyrant's Throes x3

Extra Deck: 11
Igknight Noble Viscount* x1
Wind-Up Zenmaines x1
Castel, the Skyblaster Musketeer x1
Blade Armor Ninja x1
Heroic Champion - Excaliburr x1
Number 86: Heroic Champion - Rhongomyniad x1
Tiras, Keeper of Genesis x1
Number 61: Volcasaurus x1
Gauntlet Launcher x2
Photon Strike Bounzer x1

Igknight Noble Viscount
Level 9 FIRE Warrior-type Fusion Pendulum Effect monster
ATK 3000/ DEF 1800
Pendulum Scale 9
Pendulum Effect: If you have an "Igknight" card in your other Pendulum Zone: You can destroy it, and if you do, add 1 "Igknight" card with a different name from your deck to your hand. You can only use this effect of "Igknight Noble Viscount" once per turn.
Monster Effect: 3 "Igknight" monsters with different names
Must first be Special Summoned (from your Extra Deck) by destroying the above cards you control. (You do not use "Polymerization.) You can target 1 "Igknight" card in your Pendulum Zone: Destroy it, and if you do, Special Summon 1 Level 7 or higher "Igknight" Effect Monster from your hand or deck. You can only use this effect of "Igknight Noble Viscount" once per turn. If this card is destroyed: You can destroy as many cards in your Pendulum Zones as possible, and if you do, place this card in your Pendulum Zone.

[User] He was surprised by how fast they went for his name. He knew their first names now, he supposed that that was kind of them, as generally Surnames were given first. He supposed that it was them trying to make friends, showing casual leniency towards one another so that they can become friends quicker rather than remain loose acquaintances for most of their lives. He would have loved to do this as well, except that for his family. He needed to remain businesslike, or else his family would look bad. Still, acting like some sort of salesman would make him come off as obtuse and rude. He decided to attempt to even things out. "I am Murasaki Lua, and it is really nice to meet both of you. You did really good out there Carnel, I bet if we ever dueled I'd get destroyed" He spoke, suddenly turning attention toward the newest entry into the conversation. He giggled slightly at the younger girl's little poses and dances. It was pretty new to him to see people act like this around him, and he liked it.

[Assistant]
Well. The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell had even a bit more new information. The light of the orange dissipated as the final blow against him was made. Fyodor clutched onto the card he drew last for a few seconds before returning back into the deck compartment of his duel disk.

There was no time for dawdling now. Konstantinovich had a more important mission to go on now. Wandering away, The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell knew that he had a case to solve. For only he would have the necessary skills of monologuing, fist-fighting and intimidation skills, knowledge of the shady hangouts - well maybe not in Japan - and he knew he worked alone. And since no one died from the brick throw, it needed to be returned to him.

It was time for Fyodor to accept the case 'Discovery of the Damned Brick.' With that in mind The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell thought back to the initial explanation he was given. The brick was supposedly picked by someone else. The road he threw it on wasn't urbanized. It was a rural spot, nothing but farms.

Chances were that it was someone on the bus who nabbed his brick. There was a whole pool of suspects and places it could've went. He needed to find a dossier about the bus records.

Fyodor strode off in search for the bus garage while in the back of his mind thinking about if this had any decent cigarettes.

[User]
"Hey... You gonna go? You do realize these turns are on a timer, right?"
The boy pointed to a small timer to Umi's right. Thirty seconds remaining.
"If you don't go, I'm just gonna end up going again... You are a student here, right? This is the very basics."
__________

Meanwhile, elsewhere on campus...
__________

It wasn't far into Elly's little speech that she would have noticed; the child she had chosen to duel against didn't seem frightened at all. In fact, he (or she, it was difficult to tell between the loose burlap clothing, unruly hair, and the layer of dirt and grime that practically covered every inch of their body), looked pleased as punch. Grabbing hold of her pointing hand, the child yanked her forward a couple extra steps, bringing them within inches of each other. Their voice was a high-pitched chirp, occasionally escalating into birdline shrieks of excitement.

"Sounds good, but this feels a little exposed~; How about a change in VENUE?"

The child stomped, hard... And the ground flickered away into nothing. Both duelists plummeted into the abyss.

When the shock of falling had passed, Elly would discover she had come to rest at the well-cushioned bottom of a pitfall, roughly eight feet wide and ten feet deep. The child she had been hunting stood at the other side, their duel disk at ready. It was the same scroll design as the boy's, but this one was colored a bright, vibrant red.

"She's up! We DID it partner! I really got one! I TOLD you we'd get... O-oh yeah, he left..."

The kid pressed a finger to their lips and looked a little lost for a moment, but recovered quickly.

"Well, I'll make sure to tell him a~ll about it later. Partner's really, REALLY strong! Stronger than me, even!"

Not waiting for an answer, the girl drew five cards.

"A~nyway, since you DID say I could go first~ I'll set two cards facedown, then end my turn."

* My character is still waiting on @SillyPhilly's character
* My character pointed out that rounds are on a timer

UMI - 8000 - HAND 5
NONE - NONE - NONE - NONE - NONE
NONE - NONE - NONE - NONE - NONE

NONE - NONE - NONE - NONE - NONE
SET - SET - SET - NONE - NONE
??? - 8000 LP - HAND 2

* My character accepted the challenge from @Ryik's character
* My character revealed they were standing atop a pitfall
* Both characters fell
* My character took the first turn, playing two facedowns in their spell and trap zone
* My character ended the turn, passing to Ryik's character

ELLY - 8000 - HAND 5
NONE - NONE - NONE - NONE - NONE
NONE - NONE - NONE - NONE - NONE

NONE - NONE - NONE - NONE - NONE
SET - SET - NONE - NONE - NONE
??? - 8000 LP - HAND 3

[Assistant]
Bug

Somewhere at another end of the school, near the gates, was a larger white building with high windows. The strap-lift bifold doors suggested, without a doubt, that it must have been a garage. To it, there were two entrances; a wooden door on either end of the garage. Both of them were locked, of course, though a peak through tall window on the doors would indeed reveal that inside the garage were an array of buses just beyond the door several feet away from cabinets holding tools.

From behind Fyodor, there was a low, rolling noise, similar to a scateboard. However, a look back would reveal a modular robot with short, stocky limbs and a single eye on a stubby head which could rotate from around the body of the machine. It wore a gray suit and black tie over its metal body. A name tag pinned to the right side of the robot's suit read "Prof. Furiko"

"INTRUDER DETECTED." he droned. "PLEASE STATE YOUR EXCUSE, INTRUDER."

[User]
Excellent. The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell, and currently acting a sort of Demonic Detective had found the building which would probably hold the records alongside of course housing all the buses and other things Fyodor might wanted to snag. Now all Konstantinovich had to do was break in, find the information needed for the case and get out with any other potential goodies.

Well that was the original plan. The Ghoulish Rider Traveler of the Highway of Hell and current Demonic Detective turned around to see that he was not alone. For he had a steel security agent on his tail. Fyodor thought up several schemes to try. Outright fist fighting this annoyance would be tricky; so instead of that, for the moment, it was time for boldfaced manuevering.

"Hail Metal Comrade of Industry! You are not happy it seems. That is very bad. I must report you for not being happy." Konstantinovich walked towards Professor Furiko and shook his head.
"Fret not! You'll be fixed either with new parts or you'll donate possible non corrupt scrap make new loyal and happy machine! Have dignity in last moments and open the garage."

[Assistant]
Hearing Lua mention the word duel she got excited once again and foolishly called out "I challenge you to duel" in french complete with another of her poses but quickly realized she said that in the wrong language and ins translated it into Italian instead with another new pose "M-my bad sometimes I kinda long for my old home" Rumi giggled at her little mistakes "I meant to say, I challenge you to a duel!" Declared again but in Japanese less excitedly but still with a passion but quickly came up with a new idea "Wait... what about instead of dueling each other... You wanna duel with me instead as a partner, it might be interesting!" Rumi held out her hand to Lua and even Carnel completely forgetting he was eliminated "it might maybe slow this down a lot but I think it will be fun"

@Scarifar

[User]
Umi was about to draw a card when...whoever his name was interrupted her.

"...Zero time has passed. You just ended your turn.

"Anyways, I play Pacifis, City of Mythic Radiance!"

The field suddenly gets swamped with water, turning into a sunken city.

"Next, I summon Gagagio in attack mode!"

A humanoid crocodile took to the field

ATK: 1850

"And now Pacifis lets me add a Mythic Radiance Dragon card to my hand."

Clashing Whirlpool slipped out of her deck and she added it to her hand.

[Assistant]
@GarlandDaHero

"Wow! That was really great!" the boy with the Pink Floyd shirt replied. "Oh right. Uh. Names! I'm Mike. Mike Botrel! It's really nice to meet you guys!" He dropped what was left of his guitar to awkwardly reach out his hands, gesturing a shake, before awkwardly and prematurely pulling back.

"Alright. Tekkan right? I guess I'm fighting you now. I don't think I saw you at the dorms, but I think we're both in the Odd-Eyes house! At least, judging that you can pendulum summon and all. But uh. Yeah..." Mike said, before power walking a distance away from the other two duelists. He smiled and raised his duel disk. "You ready? You can choose who goes first. I really don't mind."

Bug

"INCORRECT. YOUR NOTION IS UNACCEPTABLE..." the Professor answered, rolling backwards then around in a circle. "ENGAGING." he droned, rolling away from the Ghoulish Rider, a solid-light disk materializing out of what was supposedly Professor Furiko's eye.

"IT IS TIME TO DUEL."

[User]
Tekkan smiled as the kid with the now-busted guitar shook his hand and introduced himself. "Yep, that's me! Katsuragi Tekkan! Nice to meet you, Mike!" He was pleased to hear the news that he was also in the Odd-Eyes House and wondered what deck he played. "You're in the same house as me? Cool! Hopefully we can be friends."

The white-haired youth followed his opponent's lead and got into position, activating his own duel disk. "You can go first, since you're the one who wanted to duel me to begin with."


[System]
Age: 22

Archon of: Time

Archon weapon: Dagger

Appearance: Haven is 5'8" and weighs around 120 lbs.

Personality: Haven is spirited and kind, choosing to live her life to the fullest. She isn't one to judge and prefers go to by the vibes that people set off around her. She is driven, passionate, and curious about all things. She doesn't like to sit around and waste time, instead choosing to use her time wisely. She comes off as strong and brave, but underneath she is unsure of herself without her parents and her home planet. She guards herself carefully, but will slip a few times if she isn't focused right.

Bio: Haven was born on Estellos, a gorgeous planet with a mix of breathtaking nature and cloud breaking skyscrapers. Her childhood was lavished with anything she wanted. Her parents were very high up in the ranks on Estellos. They could afford a trip to anywhere in the universe, if they wanted to. Haven had the best schooling, the best adventures, and the best life that she could ever ask for. Civil wars began to break out among the different countries of Estellos when she was in high school, and she was forced to leave her home city. They moved to a safer country, where only the rich diplomats and rich civilians of Estellos lived. At first she hated it. All she heard was horror stories about her hometown, and she was desperate for it to calm down so they could return. Unfortunately, it never did.

Haven began to learn how to defend herself after her mother forced the family to take classes. Her father armed himself, and her mother and herself were taught various forms of defense and combat. Her once free life was restricted to a curfew and she had to act more cautious. She didn't feel safe nor free in this city, and with the rising tensions on the planet, her parents decided to send her away until it was safe to return.

So, Haven packed her things and left the planet, knowing that she probably wouldn't return for years. She began to travel the universe, learning anything she could and doing everything she could just to make herself forget about her home.

Special Gear or Equipment: Haven wears a watch that can tell her where she is in the universe and the star date of the universe. It also shows her the movement of her home solar system. It was given to her by her mother before she left Estellos, and she keeps it safe and sound on her wrist no matter what.

[User]
Talay-a Gunosh
Archon of Water, Princess of Atlantis

Talay-a froze for a second as he engolfed her hand in his own. As most humans left on her planet were half blood, she had never encountered another being that wasn't poikilothermic. It was an odd sensation, although she figured this would be the tamest of changes to come yet. Her fingers flexed for a second, before she relaxed and she let both Gideon and Andromeda guide her to this supposed meeting room
Once she arrived and was seated, she listened to what Ian Marcus had to say. She did concede, internally of course, that he did have a few valid points. However there were also some points that she had to bring up.

"And how are we supposed to learn our Archon power? I don't know if you're aware but that same group of Archon's that failed are the same the Archon's that are in our heads. How are we supposed to learn what we need when they themselves do not know?" Talay-a asked, with a raised eyebrow. She supposed, in the end, it doesn't even matter. She wasn't one to run from a fight, not without knowing all the facts anyways.

What I lost from my old life, I gained otherwise in this one. Even though I don't have my physical body anymore, I do have knowledge that I wasn't granted before. I told you I teach you to master your powers, and I will. Andromeda shared with her and Talay-a nodded slowly, before coming to her decision.

"My name is Talay-a, and I am the Archon of Water." Talay-a introduced herself, slowly, gravely as she locked eyes with each person around the table, waiting for their own response.

[Assistant]
Jacky, Archon of Stone
Location: Archon Meeting Room, Talking to Aella @Chaoticmickey, Docia @MissJudas
Around 6'8" in height, thin and lanky, tattoos on body

 Jacky took her hand, and as expected it was ice cold. It was not an unpleasant experience, more fascinating than anything else as if he held the hand of a corpse herself. She spoke with an accent unfamiliar to him, though it sounded as if it fit her unreadable personality. Her posture sat with refined grace like a noble lady of his home planet. He almost felt outclassed, perhaps he had lost his touch with how to communicate amongst higher class after his long gangster upbringing, years of hustling and intimidation tend to change a person.

"I want to hear you speak with that lovely set of manners .- gets me flustered."

 The scent of her words carried the essence of peppermint, fitting for the Archon of Ice, Jacky mused. "I will try my best, Madam" Jacky responded. He detected a hint of playfulness in her voice, flirtatiousness even. Jacky cocked an eyebrow as he decided how to continue-

"I don't believe we've actually met yet. My name is Aella, and I'm the Archon of Air."

 A voice from behind made him straighten like a cat, he still felt the anxiety of the chase that had preluded this whole endeavor. He turned to greet the voice, a girl with silver hair sat in the chair next to him. She gave a polite bow, and Jacky returned it, those he had personally communicated with seemed well-mannered and sensible so far. "It is nice to meet you Lady Aella, I am Jackson, the prospective Archon of Stone." Jacky said as he took his seat in between Docia and Aella while the rest of the Archons began filing into the room. He heard a high pitched screeching noise as he sat up to look at where the noise had come from.

Ah! Sounds like my good friend Echo! Good times! Good times!

 He pondered it for a second, and relaxed himself, it was a reassuring thing to have another's thoughts among yours though also uncomfortable. For the most part he did not mind Draco's contributions as long as they shied away from superfluous towards informative. Draco's showmanship nature reminded him too much of the Boss and he didn't like it. Perhaps Draco had detected this.

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Aella

Appearance: Aella stands at five foot three inches tall, and weighs about 110 pounds. Her body is covered in lean muscle, but she has a bit of a small fat on her stomach. Her silver locks reach down to her lower back, and she has bangs that just dust her high cheek bones. Her somewhat pale skin and pointed ears tell of her elvish blood. With piercing blue-grey eyes, some wonder if she could even see into souls, but she can't, even if she wanted to. Her hands are small and delicate looking, but with calluses on her palms and her nails chewed off short.

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"My pleasure," Aella smiled to Jackson, though their greeting was cut short as the meeting started.

Watching Ian as he spoke, Aella was sure she made the right decision to vote him as leader. He had all the qualities and he seemed to be in tune with the needs of the group. She listened intently to his words, however she could feel a searing headache start to turn. With a slight hiss under her breath, Sagittarius began to show her the story of how they perished. She saw the others perish, Sagittarius' friends. She saw whom she assumed was Thanatos, although confused because one of the archons, who was mysteriously missing from their group, called him something like Ragnarok? No wonder they failed. The old leader was an idiot, even though it was pretty heartbreaking to watch the other group fall.

As Ian called to fight, Aella's headache dulled and she blinked as she watched Talay-a stand first. The silver haired elf pondered on her decision. Was it worth it? Death would be her reward if they failed, but... it would also find her anyhow. It was her only fear, but...she was taught to never give in to the things that scare her. Her baba's face showed up in her mind. He surely would perish if she didn't try. 'For my family,' she thought with purpose, 'It'll be worth it.'

"Aella, the road ahead will be tough. Although you will have everyone in this room by your side, are you absolutely sure of this," She heard Sagittarius say in her head. She stood without saying a word to Sagittarius, her eyes closed in solitude.

"I am Aella, the Archon of Air. I vow to fight until my very last breath," the silver haired elf said, finally opening her bright blue eyes to look at the group.

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Brynn "Breaker" Irons
Archon of Fire
Brynn's hair is a similar color to that silver in the photo, though the jacket is a much deeper red and his left eye is amber, being Cale's left eye. Wears an eye patch over this eye, he doesn't like people to see it.
Get up, Brynn.
Brynn opened his eyes to see everyone finally gathered in the meeting room. The man who called himself Ian was speaking about things like Thanatos and the multiverse.
Multiverse? That's just an old theory. It died down after we realized we couldn't prove it. And this war?
Brynn sat there thinking while people began to introduce themselves.
You should at least listen.
"I can hear them.", he muttered under his breath.
Brynn quietly paid attention to the first couple of introductions, though personally he didn't really care. After they finished, Brynn spoke without looking up or moving from his chair.
"The name's Breaker. I'm..the Archon of Fire. I mean, I am now."
He tightened the eye patch over his left eye. It was getting loose again.

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Haven, Archon of Time

Haven watched as the room was soon filled with chatter and an atmosphere that seemed either relaxed or cautious. She thought about talking to the others around her. The tall, masked man sat down next to her, his alarmingly threatening weapon thunking softly as it rested next to his feet. She looked it over, wondering what exactly the metal contraption did. "That's the Archon of Darkness. Gideon. Remember his little show?" Corvus said, helping her remember who he was. How could I forget it? She was about to introduce herself, but Ian had appeared and was standing at the front of the room, ready to give his speech. She turned to listen, crossing her legs uncomfortably as she pondered her uncertain destiny.

Corvus relayed his accounts of the stories, showing her visions of coming to be an Archon, meeting the others, and fighting against Thanatos. Haven sucked in a breath as she saw a vision of the fall of the Archons. Her body tensed as she saw it through the eyes of Corvus. She could feel the power that Corvus had pulsing throughout her body, and her fingers tingled as Corvus recalled the feeling of time warping due to Thanatos's power. The vision soon ended, leaving Haven's mind fuzzy and in awe of how powerful Thanatos had been. She was speechless. It was only when the feeling of time's power slowly faded that she was able to think clearly and relax. Well, relax as much as she could in the nerve wracking situation. She swallowed, taking a slow, deep breath.

Are you sure I can do this, Corvus? She thought hesitantly as she watched a few of the others stand and introduce themselves. Corvus let out a small sigh. "I know it may seem scary now, but I chose you for your heart. The team will need it in times of stress. Your light will guide them. As long as you let me help you, I will make you even more powerful than I was. You will be able to snap time in two... although I hope you won't." Haven nodded slowly, letting out the breath that she'd been holding in. She felt all of her worries and stress leave her as she did so, replaced by newfound confidence and courage. The Archon of Fire, Breaker, introduced himself, and Haven thought that it was the perfect opportunity to do the same.

Slowly, Haven stood to her feet, putting on a small smile in hopes of encouraging the nervous ones into speaking as well. "My name is Haven. I possess the Archon of Time. Corvus says his salutations to all." She didn't feel quite right ending it there, and her smile slowly faded. She felt the familiar movement of the watch her mother gave her on her wrist and knew exactly what to say. "I would rather die than let my family, or anyone else's family, suffer from Thanatos's wrath," she said, looking around the room. "I hope that you all will help us. We'll need everyone." She looked at Ian and gave a small smile before returning to her seat, looking down at her watch and running her fingers around the edge of it. God, she missed her family. This was all for them.


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Appearance (Image):
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Nationality: Canadian (Wakeford, Saskatchewan)

Description:
Ray stands at a towering 189 cm tall and 90kg with brown hair and eyes. Preferring to wear casual clothing in general but has a soft spot for suits. He has a generally mild-mannered personality but despite that, he still manages to stand firm when he believes himself to be right. Though Ray is very slow to anger, when pushed over his limit, he can be the meanest most furious sonofabitch on the face of the planet.

Ray was born and raised in a sleepy town by the name of Wakeford to a third-generation Spanish family of four. His family owns a local diner run by his parents and grandparents, with him being the next in line in inheriting the business. He has a little brother, one that he also considers his best friend. In their younger years, they bonded as brothers normally would. But the greatest bonding they shared was when they were playing video games together. From FPSs to RPGs, they played it all as a team. As brothers.

Though sadly, when his little brother went away for college, his commitment to getting his college degree outweighed their bonding time. Soon the brothers felt the distance grow between them.

Until that is he heard from his brother that there was this new game by the name of 'Cacophony Concord' where his brother told him near impossible things about the game. No glitches, no updates, no bullshit. At first, Ray was hesitant, not only did the game sound too good to be true, the console itself was costly. But the opportunity to spend time with his little brother and best friend once again was too good an opportunity to pass on. After a week of waiting and a painful pocket, his FDD and copy for Cacophony Concord arrived. After playing it for the first time, it was safe to assume that the game went above and leagues beyond his highest expectations.

Though in the end, he was happiest about being able to spend time with his little bro again.

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Username: Raime Braun
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 189cm
Weight: 90kg
Voice Pitching: 0
Decorations: None notable.
Appearance: Splitting image of own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes.
=Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.=
HP – 100 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.]
MP – 100 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.]
SP – 100 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.]
STR – 10 [General physical strength.]
AGI – 10 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.]
END – 10 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.]
DEX – 10 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.]
LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.]Classes: NonePerception: Realistic
Gore: On
Pain Setting: 100%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Off
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Manual
Spell Incantations: Manual

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Ray couldn't emphasize how much he was enjoying his experience. The console and his copy of Cacophony Concord may have cost him a month's worth of his salary in the diner, but it was well worth it, and he was only finished character creation and just spawned in the world! Not only was he able to see an entirely new world in ultra HD without any lag or glitches, but he was also able to meet a seemingly sentient AI admin. The starting location was also gorgeous beyond belief. With equally drop-dead gorgeous oriental motif to the architecture and NPCs(?) wandering about.

Speaking of dropping dead.

Ray, or in this case Raime, heard a thud coming from beside him. Glancing to his side he could see that four of the players that spawned with him, were experiencing difficulties of varying degrees. Some looked like they had difficulty even standing, another writhed in pain, and the worst off was one who had collapsed on the ground and barely breathing. "Oh fucking shit! Someone call for a healer or something!" Raime exclaimed in panic before rushing over to the one on the floor and having difficulty breathing. "Hi, my name's Raime and I'm sorry I'm gonna have to do this!" Raime said apologetically before applying the first aid knowledge. He first made sure that there was any external damage to the person's throat or obstructions for that matter, then examine if he was still able to breathe or not.

If he was still breathing and without any obstructions in his throat, he would remove any tight-fitting clothes on him and observe if it alleviates the issue.
If he was not breathing and without any obstructions in his throat, he would immediately begin performing CPR until issue is resolved.
If he was still breathing and with obstruction in his throat, he would perform the Heimlich maneuver and observe if it resolves the issue.
If he was not breathing and with an obstruction in his throat, he would perform the Heimlich maneuver and then immediately begin performing CPR and observe if it resolves the issue.

Raime will perform any combination of the processes above until the issue is resolved.

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Username: Raime Braun
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 189 cm
Weight: 90 kg
Voice Pitching: 0
Decorations: None notable.
Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes.
=Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.=
HP – 100
[Determines how much damage you can take before death.]

MP – 100
[Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.]

SP – 100
[Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.]

STR – 10
[General physical strength.]

AGI – 10
[Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.]

END – 10
[General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.]

DEX – 10
[General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.]

LUC – 10
[Affects item drop rates.]

Class/es: None
Perception: Realistic
Gore: On
Pain Setting: 100%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Off
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Manual
Spell Incantations: Manual

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As soon as he was spawned in, Lugh quickly began to adjust to his new virtual body, not paying too much attention to the events around him. At first, they were merely simple movements such as flexing and wiggling his fingers and toes, then evolved to small exercises such as jumping jacks and stretches. While calibrating himself with his new body's movements, Lugh also wanted to observe how much his stats had a bearing on his physical capabilities within the game.

It was then that Lugh noticed everyone else's newly spawned characters, some of whom seemed to be having difficulties moving around, or even standing. Perhaps they also did some jumping jacks, but had less points in END? Lugh shrugged it off, remembering then that it was around the time his friends would also be online. At this point of the game, Lugh would have preferred to go through all the tutorials on his lonesome before meeting up with his companions, but seeing that they'd all likely be around, he instead cleared his throat and prepared to bellow out the "secret phrase" he had told them on the 'Cord that he'll shout so they could easily identify and add his avatar.

"Snakes have no arms and that bothers me!"

Taking a brief moment to admire how deep and mature his voice was, Lugh nodded in satisfaction before making his way to the Keystone. Perhaps this was all it took to select his beginning class and maybe even retrieve some starting gear?

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Spawning his avatar into the starting zone he had selected was quite literally like being born again. The sun was blinding, his body felt like it was too heavy to move, and his lungs felt like they were being used for the first time. Maybe he should have listened to the owl about stats, those 0 selections are probably going to be the end of him, it was taking effect right now after all.

As Kriz laid there in the grass with his throat feeing dry and hoarse, he couldn't even produce words or signals to the others around him. Just slight gasps, deep breaths, trying to remain calm through the rather traumatizing experience. I'm going to talk about this on reddit. Frustration began to sink in, especially when a fellow player came to help him and began to give him very serious medical attention. Kriz's glossy eyes took a long look at the rescuer, but submitted to his actions, he just wanted to play the game. So if this would speed up that up he would take what he could get.

As his chest began to be compressed and the person transitioned from one maneuver to another, he could slowly feel the adjustment to breathing taking place. Whether that was this man's hard work, a failsafe to assist new players with poor stat selection, or something else entirely, Kriz did not care in the slightest. He turned to the player with the clean cut hair and stubbly beard to graciously nod his head. His body remained planted firmly to the grass, no plans on moving anything as of yet but speech now seemed possible.

"Thank you. I actually thought I was going to die before I could even play the game. That would've sucked."

He laughed, winded chuckles only escaping his lungs a couple of times before his baby lungs felt exhausted once again. Anger began to set in the back of his mind. If he didn't have the energy to speak, how was he going to stand up and walk around and enjoy the game? The gracious expression was gone, replaced with a deadpan expression, and as he pressed himself into a sitting position it would be clear as day to those around him that this act alone was quite a challenge. His arms shook, his breathing was weak, palms might have been been sweaty, mom's spaghetti. Kriz was nervous that he had ruined his own experience, but maybe it could be fixed?

"Anybody read about stat resets?"

The look on his face as he now sat up was a concerning one. The sight of a player who had nearly already given up, a mixture of many negative emotions along with the brief positive exposure that was experienced beforehand. It was psychological whiplash, on day one hour 00:00.

[Assistant]
Raime let out a breath as the player stabilized and regained his normal breathing. "Jesus Christ that was scary." Even if it was in-game, the scene played out so realistically that Raymond completely forgot that this wasn't real life and jumped to help as if there was an actual emergency that unfolded before him. "Yeah, no problem. Just instincts kicking in, you know?" Raime said as he got off his knees and stood up properly. He could feel his heart thundering in his chest, the thin sheen of sweat he felt at his brow, and the fading adrenaline rush that ran through his veins; all the accuracy of the sensations his avatar felt was scarily real.

The player he helped then asked a question if it was possible to reset skill points. "I'm not sure, to be honest. I mean there are some games where that's more a late-game mechanic and some that give it to you right off the bat." Raime then saw the crestfallen look on the player's face. Then he thought about a possible solution to his predicament. "How about you team up with me? The game might have an exp share system that we can use and when you level up, you can just allocate points to stats you need. If not, then I'll just let you deal the finishing blow so you can level up faster." Raime then offers him a hand up. "Sound good?"

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Username: Raime Braun
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 189 cm
Weight: 90 kg
Voice Pitching: 0
Decorations: None notable.
Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes.
=Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.=
HP – 100
[Determines how much damage you can take before death.]

MP – 100
[Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.]

SP – 100
[Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.]

STR – 10
[General physical strength.]

AGI – 10
[Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.]

END – 10
[General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.]

DEX – 10
[General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.]

LUC – 10
[Affects item drop rates.]

Class/es: None
Perception: Realistic
Gore: On
Pain Setting: 100%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Off
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Manual
Spell Incantations: Manual


[System]
Location:

Demographics:
-Svellgotar (Humans): Majority of population
-Mikilalfr ("Light" or "Grassland" Elves): Minority, settled around the plains
-Jarnalfr ("Dark" or "Hill" Elves): Minority, settled in the hills or mountains
-Lyoralfr ("Half" Elf): Rare

Climate: Temperate and Alpine Tundra

Description:
The Kingdom of Skræling is nestled far in the northern part of the Sunrise Lands. Nestled beyond the high mountains in the north lays a very isolated populations of people. The Svellgotar natives are people of a culture made to brash the harshness of the climate to the north. Though their clan mentality has not allowed this "kingdom" to truly unite. Skræling is ruled under a single Hargramr or "High King" who sits upon the throne located from their clan's capital. The king is passed down to the first born son of the current King, but the title can be stripped or passed on to another clan if the current king is defeated in combat. This system has kept the clans in relative power to one another, but has disallowed any true unity amongst the many clans in the north.

On the exterior they mean seem brutish and cold like their homeland in the winters, they can also be much like their home in the spring and summer. They are a hearty and hardworking country known for its bounty of grains and potatoes which are a hardy vegetable and a key ingredient in their diet. Due to their location beyond the mountain and the only access into their lands being between valleys they are experts on the sea. Whether they be used to trade their goods along the coastline with the various kingdoms or if a clan is in dire need of food or currency they can easily launch raids that can devastate those along the coast, and be in and out as if they hadn't even been there.

Their relationship with their Elven neighbors is one embroiled in war, and in peace. They are currently in an age of peace with their fellow natives of the north. The elves passing on their knowledge of iron, music, and art with them. It is a wonderful sight to see Men and Elves singing along a communal village pyre passing around alcoholic beverages to one another.

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The Calemviri Mountains
Calemvir's Rest

For the denizens of the Calemviri Mountains, it was just another ordinary day. It had begun just like every other. They had set about their daily routines as they had done so the day before and the day before that. And all across the mountain range everything was completely normal. Everything save for a single exception. Deep within Calemvir's Rest, the tallest mountain the Calemviri had to offer and home of the great beast the mountains were named for, the King Under the Mountain began to stir from his 3 seasons long slumber.

For as long as he could remember, Calemvir had loathed the summertime. The heat made him restless, and the restlessness made him hungry. For a while, Calemvir shut his eyes as tightly as he could in a desperate attempt to gain but 1 last moment of precious sleep. But alas, the heat was too much for Calemvir to bear. The dragon opened his eyes and let forth a terrible sound that was half-groan and half-yawn. "I hate summer" Calemvir grumbled as he lifted himself up off the giant pile of gold and jewels he had been sleeping on and began to survey his hoard to make sure nothing had been stolen. By the time he'd made certain everything was still there, the sound of a great many pairs of feet bearing their owners into the cavern met Calemvir's ears.

The dragon turned his head to regard his kobold servants. Most of the kobolds present carried crude fans with them, much to Calemvir's relief. Despite all their faults, kobolds were surprisingly good with those fans of theirs. "Ahhhhh" Calemvir said while relaxing on his great and glimmering pile of hoarded treasure as the kobolds commenced fanning him "Much better. All I need now is some fresh meat and some new additions to my hoard. With summer underway I assume that won't take long".
A kobold shaman stepped forward and bowed before speaking. "The raiding parties are preparing as we speak, my lord" the shaman said "They will take to their rafts with the setting of the sun and the rising of the moon".
"And with any luck, some of them will make it to the end of the river and reach the east side of the lake" Calemvir replied "Horses raised by mortals who have made them central to their lives always taste the best".

Come nightfall as the darkness became a hiding place for those who knew how to use it and a hindrance for those who didn't, the kobold raiders set out on their rafts in search of settlements near the river to raid for gold and meat for their draconic master. How far they would go down river would depend on how ambitious each raiding party was. The least ambitious would stick near the mountain and attack the weakest settlements while the most ambitious would try to make it to the lake and raid Lorea rather than Môrogoed. Summer had come to the Sunrise Lands, and kobolds were ready to meet it head on. For such was the will of their master.

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The Kingdom of the BorosSunhome Keep

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I swear myself to the King of the Boros,
to the common man,
and to the ideal of justice.
My blade shall be kept keen,
my shield polished,
and my heart true.
I shall uphold the King's law,
and the land's peace,
and Aurelia's Truth.

The last of the words left the mouth of the kneeling lord, and the hall was nearly silent, the sounds of celebration common in the rest of the city dull and unheard past the high stone halls of Sunhome castle. The grand hall graced King Tajic as well as his five lords, the last of whom stood after reaffirming the oath they made when they were made a lord. The party made their way from the quiet hall and ascended to a meeting room far away from what would be a busy hall on any other day. The war room, as it was oft called, was at the pinnacle of the fortress. Maps covered the walls and the center of the round room housed an equally round table where the lords moved to sit. King Tajic removed his gleaming golden crown and laid it on the table in front of him as he sat, while the lord of Ferlkeep removed the pelt he wore and hung it from his chair, and Lord Eydis set the maul she always carried against her seat as she slumped into her chair.

"We all know why we are here." Tajic began as he looked over his lords. They were a noble selection, among the finest examples of honor and justice, Tajic was proud and relieved to have them. His reign had not been long, only a few years since his father passed, and it had been quiet, but now a warm summer was arriving and it promised conflict. "We're here to decide who needs bashing this year." the lord of Ferlkeep said with an almost predatory tone. "Eloquent as ever Lord Ethan." Balson chuckled. The lords who reigned in the southern lands, Ethan Ferl was a fairly tall man, though his girth was more impressive. A skilled archer and decently skilled in the other forms of combat, his lands were, unlike the rest of the Boros domain, heavily forested and wild. Balson however stood out even more, his advanced age, large gut, and weak arms were not suited to a knight, so it was suiting that he was instead the head of the Church of Aurelia, his wit and charm well known. Tajic responded, "If the way of the Boros is to be protected, then those who would see us broken must be defeated, for a long time my father has kept us passive, his mercy unquestionable." At this the lords each nodded, either knowing the mercy of the last king first hand or through their fathers, "One must practice mercy and compassion, but know when they must end." Tajic quoted the holy texts, and once more a nod in agreement from most of the assembled lords.

"Those to the north practice Aurelia's Truth, but to the west and south we still face yearly raids from riders and centaurs alike." Lord Ignan state. He was the spitting image of nobility, with a long thin body, angular features, and golden hair. Some have suggested his bloodline has a hint of elf though no proof of this has come to be. Ignan lorded over the eastern lands, and has ruled in a notably fair and noble fashion, "However we cannot march south without running the risk of war with Chelodon..." "Murdering centaurs is nothing new to me, Ferlkeep will hold out another year and many more!" Ethan boasted, Ignan, clearly flustered, regains his footing, "Which leaves the west, and the raiders who have oft made trade impossible with the western kingdoms." "Bout time we deal with them, They've been a bother fer too long." Lord Malota stated with evident disdain. "You must deal with less than half of them." Lord Uther said. Tajic watched as Malota, the Lord of the north western farmlands, stared at the lord of the lands directly south of her. Malota was a tall proud woman, though slow to trust and quick to anger, and she looked at Uther with such intensity as if to slay him where he sat. "I merely speak the truth." He said after a moment. Uther was the tallest one in attendance, a mountain of a man. He was blunt in his words but kind even to the smallest and least, and was well regarded by those under him.
Everyone saying their peace Tajic continued, "We will assemble our forces, and when our armies are ready we shall march on Lorea."

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Castle Svertingsson, City of Geirvor, Burordalr

The capital of Skræling was a buzz with activity, as the morning shone over the kingdom of the north beyond the mountains that bordered them to the south. The capital was almost as busy as a colony of bees as various peoples ranging from the typical Svellgotar both male and female mingled with one another as well with their Alfr brethren in the capital. Today was the current meeting of the various clan leaders and the Hargramr to discuss clan decisions that needed to be made from trade, boundary disputes, and other issues that troubled the kingdom. In the center of the city was a well fortified castle that sat high amongst the already tiered city. Inside of it was the hustle and bustle of the many dukes, counts, and clan heads inside.

Inside the grand hall of Castle Svertingsson the long table of the clans were currently full with all the heads of the clans and divisions of the kingdom were sat discussing. At the head of the table sat the Hargramr, King of all Kings, Clans, King of Skræling. The Hargramr was a large man in height and in size as well as he sat in the rather ornate chair that had been passed throughout the various former kings. The chair had remained in the city of Geirvor for the past one hundred years thanks to his forefather's actions in the past. The man at the front of the table was a red haired and bearded man by the name of Njal Svertingsson.

He looked out across the table watching the other clans continue their chats for the day, he was seen as the deciding factor in all discussions if a compromise could not be met by either sides. Down the line he watched as his fellow Svellgotar speak to one another. It was a common place for issues to be solved by a fight or brawl in the earlier days both during and before the empire had fallen. He simply kept his eyes on those who spoke, he had a few clans leaders who were less than cordial with him due to decisions he had to make. But, that came with the politics of clans.

However, the kingdom had been in almost a decade of peace with the current borders and raiding policies they had in place. But, Njal knew the peace would not last forever with the disparity of riches between clans. Especially with raids south of the mountains into the former elven empire. Njal would have to deal with this sooner or later, before the elves in the south could actually unite and fight back. Though, he knew they would not be ignorant enough to attack them or go on the offensive, it was a waiting game at this point.


[System]
Race: Beorc
Age: 26
Appearance:
Class: Mercenary
Weapon Proficiency: Sword A
Features:
Stats
 Constitution - 4
 Strength - 5
 Magic - 0
 Skill - 5
 Speed - 4
 Defense - 3
 Resistance - 1
 Luck - 2
Inventory: Diamante (Long Sword Effective against Cavalry and Knights), Iron Sword, Vulnerary
Personality: Erik is impulsive and short-tempered. He is quick to action when he believes it is necessary, and does not believe in waiting when something could be done. Although he does not always think about the consequences of his actions, Erik's heart is always in the right place. He is generally friendly, and steadfastly loyal to those he calls friend. He is also straigthforward and blunt, not always succumbing to noble etiquette and formalities.
Biography: As the younger son of Queen Jannis of Albia, Prince Erik enjoyed a rather privileged life. However, he despised the nobility life and wanted to go on adventures. Being second in line to the throne, Erik never had the pressures of learning to rule like his older brother Rolph. Queen Jannis wanted to encourage Erik to experience the outside world, so she sent him to other cities in Albia as well as other countries to learn and train. While he did that, Erik often got into mischief. In Monos, he studied with the crown prince Brandon of House Rolklin, where the two often got into trouble. Queen Jannis also allowed Erik to train in Maul as well. He became fast friends with Princess Anya, who enjoyed having fun as teenagers with Erik. While in Miricia, Erik would often train with the future King Jacob II.

Erik often neglected his duties and tried to have fun with his life. That was until he learned of his childhood friend's assassination. Normally, Queen Jannis would have sent her older son as a representative to find out about Jacob's death. However, Erik volunteered right away, to seek justice for his friend.

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Dawn, Miricia

How did everything suddenly get so crazy? They hadn't even been here for more than five minutes and now the tavern has turned to utter chaos! First it seemed that one of the servers had caught the attention of everyone in the tavern after a loud drunk had patted him across the path. The look that Prince Erik had when he turned towards Sir Gregory and himself indicated that he was preparing to intervene if he needed to.

But before that situation could developed anymore, a crash came through the roof and what looked like a kid fell on top of another patron. Just what the heck is going on?! Even as his brain was processing the insanity, the situation gets even worse when it becomes seemingly evident that the kid is a madman, as he starts firing off lightning at random inside the tavern.

Zachary knew in this situation that the first priority is to secure the safety of his prince. He bolts up from his seat towards Prince Erik, hastily placing his arm on his back with a push to keep his head down. "Your Highness! It's not safe here. We need to get you outside now!" It's imperative he can keep the Prince safe. An incident here could spell trouble not just here, but back in Albia as well.

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Prince Erik Reighn - Dawn, Miricia

Madness!

Erik has barely enough time to react before the roof collapsed, and some maniac appeared to be firing on the bar patrons. "We're not running from this!" He unsheathed his sword, as Gregory rose and armed himself with a Lance.

"Get the innocent to safety! Break this fight apart!" He commanded, and dashed forward to the fray, attacking the odd, shorter fellow who crashed into the tavern. He swung his sword from the top of his head, making sure to try to hit his opponent with the broad side of his sword for a non-lethal strike.

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Felix Vulpecula

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Felix just barely managed to dodge out of the way of the oncoming slash. Ye gods this guy was fast. It was by only their divine intervention (or more the devil's luck) that the guy was slowed by the table he used as cover otherwise he'd have been instantly knocked out of the fight.

"Oh gods, you're a Main Character." the mage said, dodging behind much slower patrons. They made good meat shields. "And are you trying to kill me you arse? You know magi have lower physical abilities than you brutes!"

As punisment for breaking the fourth wall, the Fire Fox tripped on an errant mug and went rolling into another patron, headbutting the guy square in the junk. The youth quickly stood up and started trying to rub that off his head.

"Eww... I touched another guys junk... so gross..."

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Ava - Dawn, Miricia

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There was no need to strain her ears for Ava to notice the ongoing mess in the tavern. Somehow everything went from zero to a hundred in less than five minutes, starting from the roof collapsing. She was pleased with these turn of events though, it seems luck had decided to favor her this time, as now she had an excuse to beat a few people up and get answers of what occurred from there, something miles more interesting than pretending to be a dog. The king surely wouldn't mind her roughing of a few people up if it's for investigation purposes. Her human form would probably be enough for handling a couple of drunkards, but if she had to go against the Albian knights she would need to use her beast form.

Ditching her disguise Ava kicked the door open, not a few moments later getting a chair thrown at her by one of the patrons, which she narrowly managed to avoid. A quick look at the "We don't serve beasts or birds!" sign made her realize that coming out without hiding her ears had made her a walking target. Well, that saved her the effort of having to initiate a fight, she thought, a big grin forming on her face.

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Nortiz - Dawn, Mirica

Your Highness?

The words caught Nortiz's attention as he finally managed to transform. Hoping the confusion of the mage and the laguez newcomer (hopefully she'd be alright) would be enough of a distraction, he flew up through the roof then found a place to hide where he still had a view of the tavern's brawl. He needed to keep an eye on that royal.

While he could be the king himself with the knight accidentally calling him by his old title, most likely it was some foriegn dignitary (especially now that Nortiz noticed the non-Mirican sigils). If so, he was likely here on business with the Jacob III, which could provide an opening to learn all the facts and investigate the prime person who benefited from the past king's murder. The anti-Laguez laws had come rather quickly in the aftermath, a laguez type kill could be faked, and hopefully an actual laguez assassin would kill in a Beroc way in order to not be obvious unless paid to do otherwise. (And the only other possibility he knew of was those laguez fanatics and hopefully it wadn't them because that would mean that they've started to make their move and they would...)

Nortiz shook his head. Now wasn't the time for such musings. First thing was to keep an eye on this prince and potentially help the other laguez. That's all he could concern himself with for now. Observing and waiting.

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Prince Erik Reighn - Dawn, Miricia

"Gah!" Erik shouted as his sword sliced through the wooden table, missing his intended target. He was a peculiar fellow, somehow managing to clumsily slip along something on the ground and land into a nearby patron in a sensitive area. Erik shook his head and looked back, seeing Gregory holding up his lance and trying to motion for the others around not to interfere. It had taken a moment for Erik to truly realize what was now going on.

While the first man who had crashed through the roof seemed to be a problem, many of the other beorc patrons now began to gather menacingly around another white-haired wolf laguz, and around the roof at the recently departed raven laguz who was previously in hiding. The animosity was clear in their eyes. They were out for blood.

Erik backed up closer to the laguz and smaller human who was still inside the tavern and spoke to them in a lower voice, but mostly toward Felix. "You both should leave with me," He instructed them.

"Nothing else to see here, gentlemen!" Gregory exclaimed brightly, trying to appease the men around.

"Those filthy sub-humans are attacking my customers!" One of the bartenders shouted hatefully.

"Nasty beasts!" One patron shouted, which irked others on. Erik took a deep breath and released it through his nose as he tried to calm himself from the bigotry these 'people' were displaying. Gregory was most certainly more level-headed than the prince.

"Let's all just calm down here!" Gregory motioned at the patrons again. Erik spotted one of the angrier patrons dash outside the tavern. That wasn't a good sign.

Once more, Erik looked across at the human and laguz. "Now," He demanded, and gestured toward the outside.

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Felix Vulpecula

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"Who are you calling subhuman, you arse!" Felix yelled st the proprietor, "I'm as human as the next man!" This turn of phrase wasn't helpful as he was currently next to the Wolf Laguz. Felix ignored sword guy, seeeing as he was being boring and wanted to stop the fight, instead turning to the wolfgirl.

"So, come here often?" he jokingly asked, surreptitiously swapping his tome for something more... flame-boyant. He started laughing like the evil sod that he was.

"Mwah hahaha... behold the power of the Fire Fox... ELFIRE!"

Between the angry mob and the duo came a plume of flame. It was only at this moment he remembered this tavern was soaked in alcohol. Welp, this'll be the fifth tavern he's burnt down, no worries.

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Dawn, Miricia

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Zachary let's out a quick breath. Wants to move the Prince to a safer area and he wants to run towards the madness. Reminds him of his brother, now that he thinks of it. But now isn't the time to reminiscing such things. He has a task ordered by the Prince and he will uphold it.

Not like his bow would do much good in a close quarters situation like this anyway.

Thus, Zachary begins to either direct and lead patrons out of the tavern who either not participating in the chaos or to those who had the unfortunate luck to have been struck, he began to drag them outside and away from the fray. Coming back inside from one such dragging, He moves to check on Prince Erik. The boy who started this whole situation seems to be actively ignoring the Prince, much to his annoyance.

 "It would seem that he wishes not to heed your orders Sir…" Watching as said boy let's off yet another spell into the group of angry patrons.  "... And I don't think he plans to leave peacefully at this rate."

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Ava

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Ava's smile deflated the moment one of the knights stopped the fighting, she hadn't gotten the chance to beat at least one person up, and they were asking for it with their taunts. Still, thinking objectively she had succesfully made contact with the Albian knights and gave them a somewhat good first impression. Being with them would make moving around the city much easier, and there was still the matter of looking for the other Laguz who escaped from the roof.

Things wouldn't be so simple however, as the "Laguz" beside her would prove. Briefly being amused at a brat trying to hit on her, Ava wouldn't have expected the kid to be stupid or crazy enough to cast Elfire inside a tavern, but as soon as she heard his crazy laughter she knew nothing good could come out of it. "Guess that solves the mystery of who started this mess in the first place" she muttered to herself "I'll gladly take your offer Mister, in fact I'd suggest we make a run for it right now" she directed her words to prince Erik. Fire magic and beast Laguz weren't exactly a good combination.

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Nortiz - Dawn, Mirica

The raven laguez immediately went airborne as the elffire was cast. What was that idiot thinking? Had he purposely styled his hair like that and acted like this to further widen the divide between beroc and laguez (only beroc would be fooled by a simple hairstyle? Or was he just that oblivious?

Gritting his beak, Nortiz prepared to grab either of the knights, the prince, or the best laguez if they didn't get out in time to escape the explosion on their own. The situation could give him an even better ticket for his investigation. Besides, he couldn't leave a fellow laguez behind and the prince and his escorts' actions made it so he owed them a little for trying (while keeping watch in case it was a ploy). Otherwise, he'd simply try to keep a bird's eye view on the group while not being too conspicuous.

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Prince Erik Reighn - Dawn, Miricia

One of the tavern patrons drove his hatchet in Gregory's direction, forcing the knight to strike at the citizen's arm and disarming him. The patron yelled and dropped to his knees as Gregory's lance pierced his hand, though not deep enough to cause and permanent damage. Prince Erik meanwhile took this opportunity to dash for the exit, along with the wolf Laguz and Zachary. Gregory meanwhile noticed the raven Laguz diving in, and extended his arm to allow the winged Laguz to grasp him and carry him out through the roof.

"Thanks, my friend!" The knight said cheerfully and they made it through the roof and out into the open city. Gregory noticed Erik and the others outside, surrounded by what appeared to be soldiers of the king. Feeling the need to assist his prince, Gregory let go of the raven Laguz and touched down beside Prince Erik with a large thud.

Erik looked to his right at his fellow knight, and then toward the wolf laguz and Zachary. They were surrounded by approximately ten soldiers, all with lances. "Sirs, we are going to have to ask that you, and the others causing disturbance inside, be taken before his Highness King Jacob III immediately. Please do not resist." The head lance-wielder spoke, an older man with a larger brown mustache under a silver helmet, with several additions to his armor, including larger shoulder plates and a fiercer, twelve foot long lance.

"We didn't do anything wrong," Erik snapped back as he gritted his teeth.

"We were told you conspired with subhumans, and you attacked other humans. This is a direct violation of the King's new subhuman laws," The head lanceman stated. "Were it not for your status as a prince, you would have been sent to the prisons. Or executed. Please follow us willingly, or we will take you in by force."


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Race: Human
Appearance:
Aged at thirty-two, Mathias stands at six feet tall, he is muscular, broad shouldered and built for war. It is clear from a body covered in scars that he has led a warrior's life. His hair is brown and he has a bushy beard, well trimmed with hair shorn short on his head. His eyes are a brilliant blue. Mathias' standard attire is a blue tunic and brown trousers with well-fitted boots. He always has his sword at his side regardless of situation. The stance this veteran bears is always stoic and filled with confidence.

History:
Mathias was raised to a good and idyllic family. In fact he regards them with great honor and passion. They truly were the reason for his honorable disposition and his desire for good. They taught him well and to always pursue righteousness. His childhood was a memorable time of fun, happiness and true learning. Trials did however come to House Godfrey and they were sore indeed.

Of the times Mathias will personally speak of these are the hardest to express, but bold and persevering nonetheless he is willing to share. House Godfrey's adults and elders were nearly all wiped out by what he recounts as the "Poison Feast". His family was powerful, influential and their land loved having them as their noble house. They were however in the way of prominent enemies, rival houses, barbarians knocking on the borders. Enemies aren't hard to come by in these lands. The poison was designed to be slower but absolutely lethal. As a youth he was not to be part of that feast but that didn't stop him from witnessing his family's painful exodus from life.

Relatives took him in. He began training with the sword and to lead on behalf of the remaining Godfrey's. Mathias took to action with drive. His passion to move forward is one of his marking traits. As he came of age he learned why his father hated politics(dealing with other bickering vassals and houses in a kingdom isn't that much fun). Mathias used his strength and passion to help everyone around him. He was a true paragon. He performed in his maiden battle, a first of his career and though daunting he shined through it.

He married a childhood friend, Alana. Together they had a child and everything seemed peaceful and well( Yep, perfectly well. Uhuh).

Magic. It never plays fair. Mathias had his first encounter with the eldritch in one fateful encounter that would change everything. Being both warrior and generous paragon is a challenge but dealing with a witch's death curse makes things truly complicated. The barbaric horde he defended his people's lands against made use of a particularly cruel advisor. A witch by the name of Velka struck him with a curse even as Mathias pierced her with his blade.

"Forever, thou son of Godfrey, shall you suffer for your generosity." She gurgled on her blood as she finished. "For every heart you lift yours shall be pierced!" This wasn't some simple line or phrase. The dying curse of a magic-wielder was dangerous and this one he learned he could not remove.

It pained him, really, physically pained him to aid another person. Magic-induced suffering instead of having his spirit lifted. Those were the consequences of aiding his fellow. Afraid of what could happen to himself and worse, his family, he had to leave. There was no other choice. He needed to explore. Mathias needed to find a way to remove the curse. He needed closure. Mathias Godfrey assigned a steward and left on a journey he prayed would change him for the better.

Personality: Under normal circumstances Mathias would be unrelentingly kind to his fellow man but there's a reason he always carries a sword when possible. His benevolent personality has suffered since being cursed. He constantly fights in his own head as to what to do. His heart always tells him to help another yet he cannot do so lightly anymore. The curse would have him become cold and harsh but so many years of being a paragon of generosity give him an advantage( for now).

Inventory:
Mathias travels lightly. He does not have the full suit of heavy plate that he used to wear as he led men his men to victory. There are a few things he does carry;
-A shoulder-satchel. Something to carry his provisions and non-immediate equipment.
-A fluted breastplate to protect his vitals in skirmishes.
-Mathias carries with him a heavier, tempered long sword to allows him to thrust through plate and cause more damage with normal cutting attacks.
-In addition to the sword he carries a heater shield, not a particularly large shield but enough to be used both offensively and defensively so he could act as a defender to allies and an effective aggressor to foes.

Skills:
Fencing and Swordsmanship - Trained and well-seasoned. Mathias is a very good combatant in close quarters and it wouldn't be unlikely for him to be able to handle two or three other combatants at the same time provided they were slightly less experienced than he(And about the same size...).
Charismatic - Mathias was once a true leader of his own forces. His voice is commanding and he knows how to use it, whether for intimidation(Very seldomly) or for persuasion and leading. Plus he's learned how to shut up that snooty noble that everyone hates.
Experienced Leader - Taking care of a large town and an army to boot teaches you things.

Other:
Velka's Death Curse: Upon killing Velka the witch, Mathias was cursed.
"Forever, thou son of Godfrey, shall you suffer for your generosity."
"For every heart you lift yours shall be pierced!"

Thankfully the curse is not quite as literal as described but nonetheless detrimental to Mathias' very nature. It was clear that Velka had known of his exploits and it was perhaps these very actions she thought of in order to most hurt the self-exiled lord without killing him. An ironic cruelty. It is unknown if Velka is truly gone even after her death.

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Cyrano carefully set his treasures down and as out of the way as he could before following Fazra back down the hall he and eh-cho had come through. The scent definately came from the smaller tunnel that fazra had found, as did the sounds of struggle.
"Shall we to battle fellow Fazra?" Cyrano asked, even as someone stepped out from the tunnel wielding a torch and a shield, clearly hard pessed and holding his own.
Cyrano peered down the tunnel and saw the abomination pressing toward where they were gathered in the larger tunnel. Cyrano moved, intending to place what he thought was a reassuring claw on the new-comers shoulder, and let forth a mighty bellow of challenge belying his usually mellow, demeanor.
"no fear fellow. Let us feast on this foes bones" he said with a growl in his throat.

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Running again. These tunnels only seemed to get ever more dangerous, Lila recalling having been running from another large creature before finding herself down here. This one wielded a mighty axe to match its size. It a glance she could tell that it was not like anything she'd ever come across. It's appearance was that of death and decay. How was it that this thing was moving? Though she was faster than Mathias she didn't want to leave him behind.

The light ahead moved into direct view and was raised up. A voice called out asking for their names. This hardly seemed the time but that would soon become apparent to those ahead. The sounds of her companion fighting drew her attention again as he had drawn attention from her with a battle cry. Unphased the lumbering foe let out a much more intimidating yell before attempting to sweep the two with his axe. While Mathias dove for the newcomers Lila lept for the walls. Essentially on her own she was going to rely on her speed and reflexes to survive. Somehow she did not feel that she had much of a chance of taking this thing down. While the strength of her legs were capable of dismemberment it would not be enough for something this large.

From experience though the spider woman knew that she didn't necessarily need to kill something to eliminate a threat. Scaling the wall with ease she became the closest target. Swinging the axe once again the Pursuer attempted to hit Lila as she moved upward. The movement of something this large was much easier to read and before getting cleaved it two she jumped up and over both the axe and its wielder. Trailing behind her was a strong strand of web that draped over and stuck to the Pursuer harmlessly. For something this large it would take several more but it was the start of her plan. Hopefully with some assistance she could do more before slipping up.

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Gish went along after the others, watching the scarecrows intently, certain that they were about to come alive and rend Rose to pieces even as she poked and prodded at it. She was almost disappointed when it remained as still as a statue and the black hunk that coated them smelled much worse up close. Combined it reminded her of home, but this concentrated? Yuck!

She waves a hand in front of her face as the smell reaches her nose in force. "Maybe they're meant to keep something away? Mother once whipped up some gunk that kept mosquitos away with a smell. And scarecrows are meant to keep things away anyway."

Then Rose directed her attention to it. "Things like that!" she yelped. Tentacles. Tentacles! Why was it tentacles!? She jumped backwards, clanging herself into Sir Guttman, before scrambling behind him and Luciel. She peekd out from between his legs at the thing. God, it was so much worse than the first one. At least that one had had a proper face, sort of like a fish or alligator. This thing didn't even have that. Had that splash earlier been this thing coming out of the water?

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"Let's," Fazra replied in a growl to Cyrano. Her polite demeanor was gone, replaced by a sudden battle fury. Though when the armored man announced his heraldry, a small voice in the back of her mind acknowledged it. She did not know the place he mentioned, but a Sir is a Sir, as far as she cared.

She charged down the tunnel, keeping toward the right to leave room for Cyrano beside her. The spider creature that accompanied the knight had spun a web to capture the undead thing. It wasn't enough to hold it, but it destructed it enough that it didn't bring its axe up in time to catch Fazra's hammer as it swing into the thing's head.

The helmet caved in, and the sound of crunching bone could be heard. The dead thing staggered, but did not fall, despite the grotesque angle its neck now bent at.

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Cyrano let down the narrow hallway after fazra, and it was only at this point that he noticed spider thing, and the ensnaring webs that it had woven in its own struggles against the abomination.
"Fellow or foe?" He asked himself out loud while still turning his attention to the abomination rather than the spider thing. If it attacked him, then he would know.
He placed himself at Fazras side as the abomination regained it's balance and pressed the attack in another great sweeping arc, seemingly teying to cleave through both fazra and cyrano in one blow. Had either of them been lacking in either strength or courage, the abomination might have done so, but as it was, Cyrano caught the blow that still nearly threw him into fazra, and bit down hard on the things wrist. A bite that would have easily sheared through most of a man did not loosen the abominations grip on its weapon, but still Cyrano reared and braced himself to try to keep the weapon pinned so that another could close and destroy the thing. Cyrano did not need the taste that he got of the creature to know that it's strength and endurance were magically fueled, but knowing so helped assuage his pride at not being able to take the things arm off in one blow

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Echo nodded in agreement to the battle plan as he followed Cyrano and Fazra down the hall. A new knight and a spiderwoman came into view first and moments later a very eerie man appeared as well. He appeared to be badly injured or at a closer look quite definitely dead. The nature of his movements were probably magic, but nonetheless they were certainly lethal. With Cyrano, Fazra and the knight all facing it, there was little room for his to actively engage as well. He laid his door off to the side, making it easier for him to possibly maneuver his way into the fight.

He noticed the spiderlady leave a strand of silk across the dead guy as she gloriously lept over him. He saw that she planned to do this more times. He decided that he would try to help her. He quickly made his way around behind Fazra and grabbed onto a loose piece of the web. It was very odd though, because it didn't let go of him. Even though the silk was stuck to his hand he figured there was nothing he could do about it now, and began to run around the dead guy. As he made his way to any of his allies he would wait for a break in their action, before sliding or diving passed them to keep them from getting ravelled up as well. As more silk fell around he quickly grabbed them and contiued his rounds. He had no trouble hanging onto the threads, in fact that seemed to be slowly becoming a problem.

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Mathias was suddenly surrounded by friendly strangers, all eager to help him and Lila survive. The term stranger must definitely be stressed as it seemed none of them were human at first glance either. The strange throng of allies worked well against the Pursuer, disabling it quickly.

The Pursuer was not done, in a strangely intelligent fit of rage it peeled the crushed helmet from its twisted skull and hurled it at Fazra. Its axe hand was being effectively crushed by the gargoyle. In an empowered effort to free itself the Pursuer moved its free hand against the gargoyle and rammed him toward the wall, everyone else be damned.

Mathias shouted. "Disable the legs! Power comes from the base of the body, don't let him move!."