[System]
Age: 27
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 110lbs
Pilot Class: Sky Warrior
Nationality: Ukrainian

Bio:
Izabelle grew up in her father's machine shop, famous across the Ukraine for the legendary planes it had been responsible for for building and maintaining. The smell of gasoline was what she woke up to each morning and grease stained most of her clothing from the work she did alongside her father. At age seven she began working in the shop and by thirteen she was working on her own, being able to fix an aircraft all on her own. She had developed a very capable mind for engineering and mechanics.

However, Izabelle longed to get up there with all the ace pilots and fight in the civil war with the best of them. She snuck away from the shop to enroll in flight school when she was fifteen and returned to continue her work in the shop. Unknown to her father, she had been stashing away extra parts for a while, collecting anything that looked useful or just plain cool. In her bedroom above the shop floor, drawings and designs of aircraft littered the floor. Some had been promising, others were either just for pleasure or mistakes from inexperience.

As the civil war raged on in the Ukraine, more and more planes were brought in to be repaired. The shop was considered a No Man's Land to most pilots, regardless of their allegiance, and although they fought against each other, many talked and got along like old friends. Izabelle was kept quite busy with repairs as aircraft upon aircraft was hauled in, some to be sold for scrap, others abandoned. One of these abandoned shells was the start of Izzy's first actual project, an older looking biplane fuselage lacking wings. It wasn't long before her father noticed that she was no longer working on customers planes, but now her own, slowly looking more and more complete everyday.

Her father confronted her one night, outraged that she had gone to flight school without telling him and that she was building a plane to fight with. At first he was unwilling to listen and hear her out. No one had ever heard of a female fighter pilot in the Ukraine and he wouldn't allow his daughter to become the laughingstock of a male dominated trade. However, she kept pressing him on the topic everyday until one day he finally had to give in. Yes he was afraid he would lose her, but it was something Izzy had practically begged him to do. She had never asked for anything in her life so he felt obligated to give her this one gift.

Two years later, the engine of The Duchess roared above Europe as she looked down for her next target. She had built a reputation as a bounty hunter across the continent, a hired gun fighting for the highest bidder. Izzy had developed her skills by flying alongside other pilots and learning maneuvers through endless practice. She had gotten the message from AA not too much later while she was in England. She'd always wanted to go to America, this was her chance. The Duchess, as she called her plane, would be making for Scotland in the morning.

Theme Song: youtube.com/watch?v=O8blVN7pX3Q

[User]
"Rokai!" Nishizawa listend to Roland's orders and peeled off her chase, retreating to a safer distance, "Kreep dem offu meh ass I scanu!"

The Japanese scanner once again dove and pulled up in something of a blind area (or at least an area where the turrets decided not to focus on her). Confident enough she was in safety, Nishizawa began to start the scan system. Opening covers, flipping levers, tuning knobs and adjusting computer systems. The cockpit echoed with a low whirring sound as scanners booted up. Running the math in her head, Nishizawa began the scanning. The data followed as the pixels began to line up, all of it being sent back and stored in the codex with a copy of it on her own MSO-6.

"Scann strataring!" she yelled into the comms, hoping that people would make sure she didn't get shot at while waiting information on the bomber.

[Assistant]
Frokane

Alphonse, by then, was slowly leveling the plane just above the Albatross's altitude. Fast as the Albatross was, the Old Fart's maneuverability was considerably higher than the short-ranged bomber's, so within seconds, it was tailing the Albatross by making a sharp 45-degree turn.

"You have four options with any bomber : hit the bomb bay with some heavy-caliber rounds, hit either wings and make it veer off course, go for the engines from the front, or blast the cockpit. I'll leave the fastest option to you. Just be careful; in case you guys can't get the job done fast enough, I'll be lighting up our bird here from the rear. Try not to cross the main body from above or below the target, unless you wanna get caught. You've got less than four minutes."

With that said, the Vulcans got fixing to scream again, and so Alphonse opened fire on the Albatross's tail.

"Here's for the holes you put in my wings, asshole!"

Given, the holes were more just on the side of the the main body, but hey, it sounded cool. The bullets began to fly out again, this time with much greater volume.

[User]
'Another missile?' Kerry leveled out his flight path as the missile gained on him, sighing behind his mask. 'can't be helped, It'll be hard to shake this thing off, but I can do it, hopefully this works.'

Setting the flaps into turning position, Kerry dove down, before corkscrewing and flying back up. Now he was back into position to attack the Albatross. Alphonse's voice came over the radio, instructing him on proper bomber strafing etiquette, Kerry was insulted, she assumed he couldn't do this himself? Bah!

"Never you mind! I can handle myself!" Following that, Kerry focused onto the Albatross' left wing. "Missile coming in, avoid the left wing, don't want any of you being hit by debris!" Afterwards, Kerry sent out a few flares, in an attempt to stop the missile from hitting him, all planes since the seventies came with flares, no different with this one.

[Assistant]
With success getting #5 off of him by making him stall out and crashing into the Albatross wing, Reggie was proud of himself to he not only managed to get away from this seemingly skilled enemy but he beat his ass without having to fire at him. "HAHAHAAAAAA That's right! Fuck yo cheap ass plane! You really bullshittin if you think you can catch my black ass."

hearing on the com from Roland, Reggie went to loop around and headed to Roland's location to try and help "I gotcha bossman! Imma piss on the leader pigeon's face and keep his punk ass busy." Reggie responded as he felt that his guns may not do as much damage to the bomber like the others but he was not going to admit it. After surviving a fight with one little raven, he was going to concentrate on the other while the rest deal with the bomber.

Turning his plane sideways he headed towards Raven #1 from 3 o' clock, firing off a few shots to get the leader's attention. I mean, Reggie is a rabbit, why not fuck with the leader?

(Sorry for the late reply. This was a rush post for me.)

[User]
Duchess' engines roared to life once again. Izabelle knew she was late to the party; Duchess had been quite the pain to get started again, but Izzy knew that once the old girl's engines started, she was unstoppable. The plane may have been old, but she was anything but weak. Izzy hopped up onto the wings and into the cockpit, Duchess' paint shone brightly in the morning like as Izzy piloted her into take-off position. She sat on the tarmac a moment as Izzy closed her eyes and gripped the controls tightly.

Then, her eyes were open. She slammed the accelerator forwards and the engine responded with the purr of a lion, shooting the plane forward down the runway and eventually into the air. Over the radio, Izzy quietly spoke to the rest of the team, her Ukrainian accent very audible "Apologies for the late arrival, engine trouble. Duchess is in the air, moving to attack the bomber."

Izzy flicked the switch to activate her offensive engines; a pair of turbojets strapped to the back of the otherwise World War One-esque biplane, and the plane screamed towards the enemy bomber. Izzy opened up the throttle and lined up the bombers engines in the very basic crosshairs she had, squeezing the trigger to unleash an iron rain of 30mm machine gun rounds into it's left side wing.

Over the radio, one sentence was heard "Duchess is engaging."


[System]
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Talent: Cold/Ice

Backstory: Zephyr's mind has two modes, utterly obsessed and totally uninterested. It explained a lot about how he did so well in his martial arts classes, yet so poorly in his school classes. When his mind was turned on there was almost nothing he couldn't do. One of the things he had always been interested in was magic, and luckily for him there was apparently a master of magic hidden in the forest just waiting for apprentices. Once zephyr set his mind to it he packed his things and off he went.

Magic Color and Meaning: Orange. Passionate

Primary Source of Magic: It begins in his heart and flows most easily to his hands. It works best when being used to do something Zephyr really cares about.

Other: He brought with him about a days worth of food, a sleeping bag, some money, and his katana which he got from his martial arts classes.

[User] Mecca clenched her teeth as her body went rigid with pain. Her golden eyes glared straight ahead of her. When the needles started to press harshly against her skin she just kpet clenching her teeth. Well she couldn't tell if her teeth were still clenched, there was just so much pain.

[Assistant] As the pain shot through him Zephyr just thought of what was keeping him going. Magic is understanding of the universe. Understanding is knowledge. Knowledge is power. After what felt like an eternity he fell to the ground on his knees. Looking at the Magic Man, he seemed amused watching them all suffer, probably because he was counting on no one expecting that pain. Zephyr gave the man a weak thumbs up before collapsing in the snow, unable to move for the time being.

[User]
The Master would clap in surprise at how they was, "interesting... you have managed to surprise me" he states then he raises his eyebrow at Bristle when he senses something "well you don't get time to 'celebrate'" he states and snaps his fingers to put everyone to sleep sense the ritual was over. he'd walk over to bristle scratching his chin thinking how to deal with some trouble he spotted, then grins seeing one of bristle's positions and gets and idea.......

The apprentices would begin to wake in a big room that is filled with rows of bed, almost like an infirmary. All the apprentices would find all their possessions gone, and their clothes changed. They would be wearing old wool made clothes, set up more old time wise. The females would be wearing a dress of shorts of a light brownish color. While the guys would be wearing a tunic and trousers, the tunic being same color as the dresses but the trousers would be even darker. there would be two doors in this room, one marked a 'rest room' while the other has a note on it stating 'Once you all are finally awake follows these instructions' it then gives a path to go. 'and meet me at your first training field.'

@booksmusicanime @Rex @Eklispe @RomanAria

[Assistant] Bristle woke up with a groan, that had been the absolute worst thing he'd ever been through. He felt his new clothes curiously, well this was somewhat different. Oh well, free clothes were free. He stretched and found that his muscles were in fact still intact, albeit somewhat sore. Looking around he found that apparently not everyone had died. Good news just kept coming. Shrugging he reached for the closest door and saw a note on it. Follow the path hm? Bristle looked back at the other sleeping members curiously, it seemed he was the first up. Since he didn't really like the thought of meeting the master alone he knocked on the door in an attempt to wake somebody else up to walk with him.

[User]
Alex opened his eyes and sat up. He didn't remember falling asleep or falling asleep in a bed for that matter. He rubbed the right side of his head to try and dull the throbbing headache. He sighed, "Last time I felt like this was when I broke my arm and woke in the hospital with all those pain killers in my body." He shook his head and noticed his clothes had changed.

"Well that's just perfect. Those clothes where three hundred dollars online," Alex said before he moved to the side of his bed and looked around. He couldn't find the med kit he bought or any of the other possessions he had with him. He stood up and stumbled before getting his footing and said, "Great, both the med kit and my IPod is gone. Guess I won't need them for the next test." Alex stretched before his stomach growled.

"Could use a slice of pizza though," Alex said.

[Assistant] Mecca darted up-right, pain shooting through her sore limbs. She went to feel for her lighter, wanting to take comfort in these strange surrondings only to find herself in a dress. "I hate dresses." She grumbled as she stood on her shaky legs and made her way towards the door where Bristle was at, grumbling things to herself.

[User] Zephyr woke up feeling better than he did right after the ritual, but that wasn't saying much. The first thing he noticed was he was in different clothes. These new ones were pretty comfy, but he didn't even want to think of what the Master did to get them all changed. It seemed everyone was waking up, Bristle being the first. He was standing by the door knocking on it, Zephyr guessed to make noise to wake the others. As he stood up Zephyr also realized he didn't have any of his personal items with him. "This guy better not have thrown my sword away," he said to himself as he walked over to Bristle. "So we have instructions already?" He nodded at the note, wondering what exactly their first assignment would be.

[Assistant] "Yep, no time off for us." Bristle said cheerfully in response to the swordless swordsman's question. Now that everyone was awake they could get going, "Seems the magic man wants us to meet him at the first training field, I'm Bristle by the way." He said as way of introducing himself since he didn't know anyone's names so it stood to reason they didn't know his. Then he snatched the note with the map off the door and walked out following it until he arrived at the training field. Theoretically the others would follow him.

[User]
As the apprentices would arrive in the new location, it would be a huge field that's surrounded by canyon walls. unsure how such a place exists in where their suppose to be. the temperature would be comfortable warm, and the master would be seen sitting on a rock reading a book in middle of the field. he would look towards the apprentices as they arrived "about dam time" he says "been sleeping for months.. then again that's expected for your bodies to adapt to it's new form" he states "you may look like you use to, and feel like you use to. but there has been massive changes done to your bodies.." he says looking towards Bristle "especially you." he states. "this is a magical field, think of it like a pocket dimension" he tells them "this place has been set... on easy for your first training" he chuckles "it will have comfortable temperature for today, and wont have any hindering affects. the first thing you will be doing is learning how to create a sphere of energy from your very own magic.. though Bristle you will have to halt on that for i must speak with you before you try to do it" he tells them all.

He cups his hands infront of him and suddenly energy surges before his holding a sphere "this is what you'll be doing.. you wont get this the first try, you must have a clear mind and clear it of all distractions" he says "one emotional slip and it explodes.... harming yourself and anyone near you, people have died before doing this... now the primary aspect of this is you do not control magic, you let it flow" he states "you guide the flow of energy through yourself from where your magic resides, into your palms and then shape it into a sphere, now it doesn't matter the size of the sphere, only that you can make one. no rushing or else you could kill each other.. after words you'll be doing physical training" he sates.

@duskshine749 @booksmusicanime @Rex

[Assistant] Bristle mentally winced, being singled out already? And what was this about sleeping for months? They could've have been out for more than a couple days right? Bristle reluctantly walked next to the master and stood there awaiting orders. So far the master made magic sound less fun and more like some sort of intense training thing. He was kind of intimidated by the thought that attempting to rush the process could kill them, what if he messed up? He swallowed nervously.

[User] The master chuckles "raise your left palm and focus on it" he states "something should appear after a few moments... unlike the others I've put a multi-layer seal on your magical energy.. and the keys to it are in your left palm" he tells Bristle "you have a rare trait that most don't seem to have, plus a ton of energy to back it up. so to insure you can learn to control this I've put this seal on you, each seal will release more of your energy, as you are now.. you could only handle the first level, never try to go past it or else you will lose control and probably kill yourself" he states "as you train you'll learn to control more energy so you'll be able to control it better, but until then this is a safety measure"

[Assistant]
Alex walked into the canyon; he was amazed at how something so large could be here. He smiled as he said, "My god, it's like a small pocket of reality. It's like we're in another dimension from our own. This is amazing. Can magic actually create pocket dimensions? For that matter: can magic really bend reality to the users will?" he found the master sitting on a rock reading and when he stated how long they had been sleeping Alex wanted to ask how they were kept from dehydration or starvation, but stopped himself. Better off not asking scientific questions, he might be the type that hates science. Alex thought.

Alex listened to what he was supposed to do and slowly slide away from the others to keep a safe distance from everyone else. Better make a good enough radius around myself to keep others out of the blast zone should it come to that. Alex thought before he saw the Master talking with someone else and sighed, "I hope he didn't throw away my clothes. They were expensive and one of a kind. for that matter: I hope my IPod is ok." Alex sighed again before he stretched and cracked some joints in his shoulders and hands before he clears his mind. It took him a lot longer to clear his mind then he thought before he held his hand out like he saw the master do, yet nothing happened. Besides his stomach growling. Damn it I'm hungry Alex thought.

[User] Bristle did as he was told and gazed at his palm intensely. After a few seconds of staring Bristle was about to speak up when he suddenly saw some pale object resting inside his hand. It appeared to be a deck of cards, chained. Except for one card that lay on top. "I see it now, but what do I do?" Bristle asked, fascinated by the strange ethereal object in his hand. He hadn't expected anything like this to happen.

[Assistant] Mecca had taken a place far away from the other apprentices and had commenced to staring at her hands. She honestly had no idea how to let the magic flow. She had to bite her tongue to keep from saying something stupid. Trying to clear her mind of her thoughts she just kept staring at her open hands.

[User]
the master rubbed his chin looking at bristle "well you activate the first seal... then you can go out and work like the others" he states "there is multiple ways to activate it, the best method is with your own mind so you don't even need to move, one point you'll be able to do it without even a glance at your hand and you can adjust your magic easier... heck at one point you wont need the seal anymore" he states "you must find a method to activate it for now, now it'll stay activated once you do it, but it's not like your magic will just flow out off you, no instead you'll then have access to that amount of magic" he states "no matter what you should get the lowest level when you activate it this time, but in the future it will be unclear what seal levels you will get when you activate it for more power" he tells bristle. "I'll let you find an suitable method for now so you can start training"

The Master would look over at Mecca and then at Alex and sighs "I said you must concentrate, just staring at your hands will do nothing!" he states "Look for your essence of magic, your source inside of yourself then draw from it to create the sphere, and like i said don't force it or it will kill you" he states again "Focus, Concentrate!"
@Rex

[Assistant] Bristle nodded like he understood everything that was being said, he did more or less. He took a few steps back making sure he had a clear area around him and concentrated, use only your mind hm? Bristle stared at his hand and mentally grabbed at the card laying there on the top. With agonizing slowness the card slowly lifted up and was held in front of him. He could feel the power coming from the card, this was amazing. He wasn't quite sure how to use it yet though and he certainly didn't want to try to do anything recklessly given they'd been warned multiple times that doing this could kill them. Should he try drawing power from the card? Turn the card into power, maybe try turning the card into the sphere? Bristle thought it over slowly as he examined the card closely and tried to figure out what to do next.

[User]
Zephyr loved the look of the canyon they were in. If this is where they would be training he would enjoy it quite a bit. Then what the master said hit him, "wait, months?" He was sure he wouldn't get an answer about it, but it was crazy to think that months had passed when it felt like he was only asleep for the night. Whatever though, he knew that doing this would mean being gone from home for a long time, possibly forever. The other started dispersing, and the master wanted to talk to Bristle away from the others. Zephyr found a nice spot and sat down cross-legged.

Closing his eyes and putting his hands in a circular shape in front of him, he took a deep breath to clear his mind. Meditation was something he did on a daily basis. Well, used to, considering he had been asleep for several months according to the master. Still, it came naturally to him after all this time. He opened up to the sensations around him, the faint breeze through the field, the sounds of the others as they tried to access their magic. He remembered what the master said, do not control the magic, let it flow.

After some time, Zephyr felt tingling in his hands. He looked down and saw tendrils of energy flowing from is palms. Taking another deep breath, he focused on it, causing the energy to swirl until it was finally a sphere. Remembering what the master said about not getting overly emotional, Zephyr made the sphere go away before pumping his fist in the air excitedly. He wasn't sure if he was the first or the last person to get it but he was just happy he did it at all.


[System]
Species: Human

Gender: Female

Age: 34

Nationality: Outreman, previously citizen of Angjusk

Occupation: Deputy head of department - Cradle Research & Development

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[User]
They decided to contact the Tindrel representatives first.

The Tindrel embassy on Babylon was among the biggest. But it was also located relatively close to the Tower of Babel. So, they had been among the first to evacuate when the Navigator was reunited with the Cradle beneath the city. The Ambassador and most staff had been relocated under police escort to a row of townhouses on one side of a prestigious planned square called Félicien Place:

The houses were purposefully nostalgic, and the Tindrel were too large for the Human-sized rooms, so they had fallen back on the old ways. Junior staff clung to the ceiling with four of their legs as they worked. The higher up the hierarchy you were, the lower you were to the ground. Specialised equipment was stacked up in corners.

The Ambassador had been writing his report for his superiors on Tind when the request came through. Patching through on a secure line, he saw a row of faces looking at him. Some of the faces were very recognisable, and not all Human. Very curious. His mandibles tapped together instinctively, and he shifted from one set of legs to the other.

"Firm greetings of this day to you all. What is the meaning of this ambush?"

[Assistant]
"Greetings, Ambassador." Taranik'Nhet began. She paused a moment, taking in a long breath as she gave one more glance to her notes in front of her. "Unfortunately, as you can probably imagine, it is not good news that is bringing us together right now. Forgive me if we skip some pleasantries, but to avoid keeping you in suspense, I am going to get straight to the business at hand. We have recently become aware of a potential, military threat, not only to our nation, but possibly every nation in our galactic community. Datius Rareth, would you…" Her voice trailed off to become inaudible over the call as she gestured to Rareth.

The Datius stepped forward, serving as more of a "military" presence to state the facts about this threat they were describing. "Last week, Rothian space was attacked by a foe of unknown origin, with unknown capabilities. These ships were operated entirely by artificial lifeforms. They attacked, then self-destructed once disabled. There have been no friendly casualties thusfar, though we believe it likely that these were merely scouts, so the true capabilities of this foe are, as I said, still unknown. As of this moment, they have only been found in Rothian, or unclaimed space, but approach vectors for ships we have detected have placed them as moving towards the territory of other species as well. We have no reason to believe they will restrict their attentions to us."

Taranik continued right away from where Rareth left off. "We are contacting you now to inform you of this threat, and to invite your people to join in our response to it."

[User]
The Ambassador gurgled within his chest cavity.

"I am a Tindrel representative to Outremer, not Rothian space… João what say you?" Tindrel language was an eclectic mix of gurgles, subvocals and clicks - but this translation sounded to
the senior diplomat like how he imagined an eloquent house parrot might speak.

Most of the Committee had left for other engagements by now, including Lord Hale. He and Souza could approach this however he wanted.

"This is a courtesy call. So far we don't have any evidence to suggest these ghost ships are more than some isolated incident."

João barely had time to finish before the Ambassador interrupted.

"Hmmmm. Ok. Thanks for letting us know. I will inform my superiors."

[Assistant]
"A 'courtesy' this may be, but I would advise taking our warning more seriously than some…others are." Rareth remarked. "It is much better to over-prepare for a minor threat than to under-prepare for a major one."

Taranik spoke up quickly to steer the conversation towards their most pressing issue. The Outremans were hesitant about giving too much information away. Rareth was going to be negotiating in favor of further disclosure to their allies, but for now, Rareth was being patient enough to wait instead of proceeding without the Outremans' agreement. At the moment, Taranik would only give away some of what they knew. "Indeed, and part of that preparation is why we are contacting you first. We are attempting to get to the heart of this threat before it has a chance to cause any major damage. That investigation, from my understanding, is leading us to a system in which the Tindrel have a presence. Are you familiar with the Psi-Helios system? We require access to that system for the investigation to proceed."

[User]
The Tindrel Ambassador burbled quietly, then turned off sound and talked to someone off-holo for a while. João Sequeira conferred with Benoit Souza too - they had become quite a formidable team in the maelstrom following the government dissolution. Their goals seemed to change by the hour, but that was all part of a front for organised defence of Outremer's holdings and status abroad.

Finally, the Ambassador resumed the conversation after twenty minutes. This was quite common with the Tindrel.

"That is a Demilitarised Control system. As part of the agreement, Tindrel, Qalian-Vosh and Earther parties must consent to any civilian access. What is your objective here?"

[Assistant]
"Nothing more or less than to guarantee the security of ourselves and our allies." Rareth answered without hesitation. "Our efforts to investigate and address this new threat leads us to Psi-Helios."

Taranik did her best to complement Rareth's arguments, while keeping more of a diplomatic attitude. "Naturally, we are not expecting you to give us a final answer here and now. We know you do not even have the authority to unilaterally grant this request on the Tindrel's behalf. We just want you to be informed, so you can convey the…importance of this request to your superiors."

"The Rahn'Saki considers this a priority request." Rareth emphasized. They were words which held weight, considering how rarely they were invoked. A priority request from the Rahn'Saki was not something most diplomats would ever hear, and not something one would ignore.

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Through the day, the council gave similar requests to all the relevant parties to this decision. It was a demand on short notice for some, but Rareth was sure to thoroughly convey the importance of the meeting to each and every one of them. For the Rahn'Saki to take such direct interest in any matter meant that, whatever the subject was, it would have ramifications across an entire civilization. For them to call upon so many nations at once, simply put, was almost unprecedented. The last time this had happened had been long before the lifetimes of any of the other representatives.

The hour was getting late, but there would be no stopping until this matter was resolved. In the time they had been waiting, Rareth had been on her own calls back to Rothia, though even the other Rothians were not privy to the details of those meetings. It was an hour or so before the meeting was scheduled to begin that she sent a request (or polite demand, more accurately), to the other Outreman representatives to join her in a call. Taranik was the one who sent the request and, in as diplomatic of a way as possible, made sure to be clear that this meeting was not optional.

Rareth had stated before that Taranik would be joining her for negotiations, so her absence in the call was conspicuous. Given that this summit with the other nations was drawing ever closer, Rareth wasted no time in getting to business. "Before we bring this to the other species, the Rahn'Saki want to make sure we are all in clear agreement on how this is going to go."

[User]
Joao Sequiera, Benoit Souza and their retinues had been co-ordinating the Outreman side of the preparations from cars. While heading to LHA Hale's chosen residence, the supercarrier OSC Latinkon, they'd been desperately calling round their Tindrel & QV contacts. The Rothians had pressed ahead with a meeting of five civilisations to discuss Psi-Helios, and all their skeletons were poised to leap out of the closet.

Eventually, the two senior officials had to brief Hale on Outremer's activity in the system, or risk him finding out from someone else. A Naval Intelligence blacksite may have been training indigenous proxies to fight prospectors from the other three treaty participants. Other operators may have been intentionally provoking the Tindrel & Qalian-Vosh, to stimulate the supply of advanced weapons to both sides.

"Oh you fucking cretins. Why didn't you tell me before?" Hale shouted at them from behind his desk, deep within the supercarrier's hull.

"We didn't want you to get mixed up in all this. Outreman's are already angry at the establishment for all the unpleasantness in the Cradle. We were trying to manage this covertly." Souza shot back. Both of them were stood at the other end of the desk, hands clasped behind their backs.

Hale sighed, steepling his long bony fingers on the desk.

"Tell me everything then. We don't have much time."

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"We have options when it comes to Psi-Helios, Datius Jharn. When it comes to our Cradle, things become a lot more tricky." LHA Hale replied, waggling one finger.

"These aliens have been trying to get their grubby appendages on our crown jewel for a hundred years or more! They won't be so tolerant of its eccentricities and flashes of insanity. They will enslave the Cradle-proper to work for them, crippled and braindead. My men tell me the Navigator is still not fully bonded with the Cradle - it can be separated off and destroyed." Hale was a great orator, with a clear and distinguished voice.

"We can't afford to let that happen."

Benoit Souza jumped in.

"By contrast, the Psi-Helios situation is much more fluid. Our sources close by have said both sides have been massing troops on either side of the system for months. If we tell them something like the Navigator or the Cradle is hidden beneath their feet, there is no predicting what they'll do."


[System]
Gender: Female
Appearance: Misaki is a kitsune with white hair that reaches down past her shoulders, which is obviously a far cry from the body she used to have before dying. As of now, she is slightly shorter than she was when she was a human (though not by much), which in and of itself isn't as much of a problem as it could be. Of course, modern clothing would be preferable above all else, but given the circumstances that she finds herself in, whatever works, works.
Goals: Given that she passed so suddenly, Misaki's primary goal is to make the most of her new life, which, as vague as it sounds, does have some basis behind it. Given how ruined the world she now finds herself is, that means working to make a place that's hospitable to live in without accidentally dying again. Risks are a given, of course, and the allure of adventure has not yet left her, but once that leaves, reattaining the amenities of modern life would be the most important thing to pursue.
Past Life: Mamoru used to be a college student studying history, which, as far as things went, meant that he was one a one-way road to either remaining in academia or ending up as a salaryman like a majority of his peers would. Obviously, the former would be far more preferable than the latter when it came down to it, and with Mamoru's own natural curiosity about his homeland, going out and traveling Japan (be it for entertainment or research) was going to be frequent no matter what. Everything would have been fine, had he not ended up missing a step on a hike in Hokkaido and falling to his death.
Ending up in some odd void-like space and being told he would end up being reincarnated like he was in some sort of light novel fantasy was far from the first thing he had envisioned after dying, but that was something he could work with. The body, however... That would take getting used to.
Abilities:
* Physical Conditioning: Peak Human—Your body is naturally tough, durable, and strong. The pinnacle of human physical strength, endurance, and agility. Keep training, and surely you can surpass even stronger beings.
* Soul Flare: The ability to turn ones soul into a weapon itself. Needed for most basic magical feats. Channel the mana present in the air through your body to achieve great feats. Allows one to interact with supernatural things, and perceive things others may not.
* Historia Technologica: The goddess has complied every single technological advancement humanity has made up until the point you died. Theoretically, you can call upon this knowledge whenever you desire...should it allow you too. The world follows certain laws. A certain undeniable rhythm. You can not know what you have not interacted with, or spent some time learning on your own. You will start with three branches. You will need to figure out how to 'Unlock' more of them yourself. However, do keep in mind - Some materials here will be as alien to your world as you are to this world.
Knowledge Available:

	+ Medicine - You can tell if a plant has medicinal properties or not. Yet for now, you can not determine what those are upon sight alone.
	+ Material Science - At a glance, you can tell what a minerals and are and roughly how decent they would be at performing a certain task. You however, do not know exactly how to forge or implement them yourself quite yet.
	+ Agricultural Science - You know rudimentary agricultural and cultivation techniques and how to achieve a decent crop yield without knowing too much else about the surrounding environment or what plants would grow well in what areas.

Inventory:
* Clothing.

[User]
Skill Seeker

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Paladin@VitaVitaAR

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"They were likely trying to draw it to the village..." Enli would frown. "...if it attacks so broadly and openly then it would only cause even more people to hate the Beast, in turn likely drawing more people to the Illuminator." The older man would frown. "I...may only know a little of this 'Seal'. My grandfather mentioned something about the Illuminator and the Ocean Goddess having some sort of...deal to protect something but it was so long ago I can't remember if there were more details." He'd do his best to avoid looking at the deceased bodies in front of him. "And I would trust Bolcha with my life. I already asked him to watch the longhouse for me. I'll see if I can't find more about what they mentioned once I return."

Enli would turn to leave, unless stopped by Nobunaga or Novak, certain at least he could make it back to the village on his own so long as he hurried. The hunters were likely occupied elsewhere, and wouldn't likely be able to realize their ambush had failed yet.

They knew at least roughly where the man had spoken of, all that was left was going there and seeing what was what if they desired. Considering how things were clearly escalating, they may need to figure out a plan sooner rather than later.

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"Eh? Fast paced? Like fighting and hunting?" Lazhira would tilt her head to the side with a grin. "Eeeh, Didn't take you for a fighty sort Misaki..." She'd shake her head with a light giggle. "I've thought about it, but even if I do go somewhere...that won't solve anything, will it? It's not like I can get rid of-" Of course, interruptions abound. Before she could finish it seemed Misaki's fears were on point. The two hunters would slowly approach the two, Lazhira seeming to not have been paying attention enough to notice them.

"The girl. Nowl." One of the would say, pointing to Lazhira. The other would brandish the spear at his side.

"...B-but he said I wouldn't-"

"Don't involve yourself traveler. Hand her over." Lazhira would stand quickly, nervously rubbing the silvery emblem on her hand.

A little secret
Lord

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This

"Oi lass, ya most certainly can!" He'd say in a jovial, friendly manner. "In fact, I'm glad ya haven't just shunned me like the other one. Really now. I'm trying to help everyone here. Unlike the other one. No idea what's going on in her head. She doesn't tell us anything! Which is fun, in a game of guess what experiment I'm performing on this mortal, but not when she's doing something I don't want her to." He didn't seem put off or otherwise perturbed by her defensive posture, walking over a bit closer in a casual manner as he'd twirl the can in his hand.

"Just a little proposition." He'd say with the same air of mirth. "I want to know...if you'd be interested in possessing a little something that could help you with that whole, everyone wins, lives happily ever after you want. I've got a little something I think you people would like...tried to give it to that black haired girl, but alas, she was too stubborn. Supposed I should have showed her this to start with, but oh well." From one of his sleeves, he'd pull a scroll of paper, slowly unrolling it, briefly showing it to her.

"A little something I've been cooking up since you meddling travelers have showed up. I think I knocked it out of the park, this. Better than anything even before the Moonless!" If Narkissa happened to get a good look at it, they seemed to be some sort of blueprint, of some long narrow...cane of some sort? It had a short circular barrel, that slowly grew in size. There was some sort of trigger mechanism too-

He'd quickly roll it back up. She didn't get a good look at it beyond that, but it seemed something like she might have seen before.

"What do ya say, lass? Help me finish this, and maybe potentially even use it and you could solve all this villages problems if it all goes to hell in a mindbasket. Just need some...help getting the last few materials I need."

A Traveler

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Item Acquired: Hunting Knife
A fairly standard looking hunting knife. Made of iron. Its age is noteworthy, as with the apparent love it had once been taken care of with. Still sharp enough to cut most things with, but won't provide much in the way of defense.

Unlit Torch:
Little more than a stick of wood wrapped in cloth and a bit of some burnable resin. Will likely stay lit and provide some light for a decent amount of time, enough to at least guide one out of harms way as long as they move swiftly.

Old Lamp & Oil flask:
An old metal lamp, with a glass chamber one lights a small wick in to offer light. It didn't have much oil in it when Nicholas picked it up, but should be enough to at least help. Its lightweight and fairly small, easily attachable to ones belt if one wanted too.

Having tools to see with was always welcome, but perhaps he should also find a method of lighting said implements with.

"Always." The maid would reply airily. "Fools always make messes we have to clean up..." She'd stop her sweeping motion, looking up from her task and towards Nicholas. Not exactly at him, her head was looking in his direction, but she'd be looking a little over his shoulder towards Elisette. "I ask politely that you do not. I do not take kindly to others adding to my workload when I already have ten other things I must see to clean. If you are here to help though..." She'd lean the broom against a nearby wall. "I'm certain both these people and my employer will be quite pleased."

The Roma Mob
@Pyromania99

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"That...is a lot to take in." Sorcha would frown, releasing Leuca from a hug. "I have no qualms teaching you how to wield something, as long as you do not complain and can keep up with the training..." The warrior would slowly turn her head towards Isidore. "Our date time apparently already being occupied aside...what do you mean someone of influence is accusing Rullphana of something?" Understandably, Sorcha was likely concerned for Leuca's safety if the Court Mage was up to something shady.

Octavia would sit idly next to Augusta, seemingly wanting some pets though she seemed a bit restless again. Seemed she was hungry again already.

"Uhm...Sorcha, can Augusta even use the Leargas?" Leuca would ask, pulling her attention from her question with Isidore.

"You'll have to help her with that yourself, Leuca. I'm not an elf, though I can at least help with instruction and theory as I did when you did it."

"Uhm...R-right." Leuca would nod in an uncertain manner. "Uhm...I guess I can tomorrow a bit before my lessons with Rullphana..."

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Send Feet Pics
Chulainn

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"Aye, thank you Nomura." Bolcha would respond, waving him off. "I'll tell Enli you were able to help." Of course, the craftsman would then turn to the Oni, intent on making a deal for the safety of his friend." It was easy enough to return to Mie. The fox was sitting languidly where she was usually, behind a table in her tent. Seemed she had been drinking a bit again.

"Ah, well, someone works fast. I've already been informed by Ayumi. Good work, I'm impressed." Mie would say with a nod. "I'll give you a little bonus after this next job I have of yours...and it might require you getting your hands dirty a little, if you don't mind me saying." Mie would say, motioning one of the Oni guards to close the flaps to the tent, silencing and preventing any from seeing within. They were likely preventing anyone else from entering either.

"...Someone stole something of mine." Mie would say with a frown. "I want you to find out who...and if possible, return it." The fox's tail would swish back and forth seemingly in thought. "Its...an heirloom of sorts that was stolen from my family many, many years ago. I had been in contact here with someone that managed to find it, but it was stolen before it could be returned to me." She'd tilt her head to the side. "No one in this village would steal it...and if they had, they would have likely already been talking about it or I'd have heard something. So I can only assume one of you travelers have in some fashion."

Ayumi would bolt in from somewhere, and position herself in Mie's lap.

"You also owe Ayumi...a fish was it?"

[Assistant]
The first thing Augusta replied to was Isidore while giving Octavia some pets on the head. "Of course, Isidore. You're practically my brother at this point. If my gift can assist you, then of course I'm willing." Augusta said with a smile before looking to Sorcha. "Of course, Lady Sorcha. I have many things to learn, as I mentioned, but I'm a good learner." She said with a smile. "I'm a complete novice but I'm absolutely looking forward to it."

Then, was Leuca. "And same to you, Leuca. I'm willing to learn as best I can. If it is possible to learn the Leargas, then you and me can make that a definite thing to learn." She cleared her throat. "And that aside, I shall be joining you on this lesson with Rullphana so we'll be together for a good portion of the day then." She mentioned with a smile. Perhaps she'd try to have the Queen watch over Octavia for a while so she could go to these lessons and not have to worry about Octavia going into hungry mode. She needed to find a cure for that.

[User]
"I... Er... Well, not... Quite...?" Misaki responded, shifting back and forth as she tried to figure out a way to explain how a hectic life on Earth would translate to a semi-agrarian society like the one they were in now before shrugging. The girl at her side seemed to have her own set of problems to work through, though, but if she had come to her own conclusions, then—

"...Oh."

And as if on cue, the two people that she had been monitoring up until now moved over and in no subtle terms attempted to threaten her to back away from Lazirha. A kidnapping, then; with a sharp gaze, the foxgirl shook her head and glanced at her sides. On one side, a clearly anxious Lazirha (though to be fair, it would be odd if she wasn't); on the other, the deer that had followed her until now. They were outside the young woman's home, though, which left precious little to defend either of them with. Everything except...

"Ah... I'd rather not be run through, thank you very much," she sighed, giving a slight nod towards Lazirha for a moment as she stood up and walked towards her boiling water. When the hunters moved to collect their target, though, the foxgirl would move with a burst of strength, picking up the pot over the fire and lobbing its contents towards Lazirha's would-be kidnappers' heads before tossing the actual vessel at whoever had avoided the most scalding water aimed at their faces. For what it was worth, though, the adrenaline from burning her hands would keep any residual pain from kicking in immediately.

"Run!"

To where, though, remained to be seen. The forest was risky, as they were hunters and by nature of their job knew the lay of the land, but heading into town was equally dangerous...

Would Mie be willing to give them respite...?


[System]
* Age: 15
* Personality: Concise, honest, and very direct, she is very level headed, preferring to logical, rational thoughts before acting on anything. Precisely because of this, she fears doing anything too risky, preferring to err on the side of caution. This does leave her without many friends however, as her bluntness and concise nature are often seen as abrasive to others. Her idol persona however, belies this, as she dons the mask of an extremely cheerful joyous person who lives in the present and acts on instinct.
* Motive to live: To live another day
* Background: Utano lives in one of the older planets, where things are more developed than the outer rim planets and still less than the oldest planets. She started her career there as an Idol relatively young, singing first for someone's birthday party, and then was scouted out by an agency. From then on, she lived a dual life as a simple schoolgirl barely anyone noticed, and as the up and rising Idol UTAU. Barely anyone else but her family and her producer knew about her dual life, and the income she was receiving. Seeing a way to amass a lot of fortune, she concentrated on being the best Idol she could, following in a lot of different classes; fitness, flexibility, singing, and the like.

Her brother, one day, left for a better job, leaving her with a promise to come back in time for her birthday. He never returned.

She didn't have to guess why. The news of the Cruxi was enough to tell her what happened. But still, Utano had to continue on living. Regardless of whether he was there, regardless of
* Notable Deaths: Older brother.
* Other things: If there is anything else you believe that needs telling, say so here.

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Framewerk Sheet

* Framewerk Code Name: AGAS-P01 "Shrike"
* Appearance:
* Signature Weapon System: HAR-P01 - A heavy assault rifle firing powerful rounds with a lower rate of fire. The rifle itself is extremely hardy. No real distinguishing features or marks, save that it is a belt fed assault rifle.
* Secondary Weapon System: A large flat vibroblade sheathed on the side of the ammopack on the back, a side pulse pistol which uses energy instead of bullets, and two plasma grenades.
* Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Shrike is heavily armored, and optimized for movements on land, but it has a booster attachment for space deployments.
* Special Ability:
* Synchronization rate:74%

[User]
Sigma examined the situation. Already, several of the fast framewerks were assuming positions. She pondered. Should I already start with my positioning? No, perhaps it is too soon. The pilot of the sniper framewerk instead took off at normal speed, resisting the temptation of igniting the spacetravel thrusters. Seeing piles of debris, she began to scan for a suitable cover, as it was expected of a rifle-toting mecha.

The commlink to Serah and Elora, however, was saying something different.

PROCEED AS IF WE WEREN'T ALLIES FOR NOW. LET THEM THINK OTHERWISE.

[Assistant]
With a subtle sigh, Korie finally emerged from their room in their suit. It's tight...

Ignoring the obvious fact of how it pressed against their body, due to their petite nature and curves it was still hard to tell whether they were one thing or another. Looking up at a camera, and figuring they were under surveillance no matter where they were at they couldn't help but feel just a bit disturbed. Sighing again, Korie walked off towards the hangar and towards their Aester, not really paying attention to those around them as they approached their Framewerk and instead just focusing on it instead.

"It's good to be back, Aester," they smiled as they hopped into the cockpit and began to feel a warming ambiance from inside. It was familiar and soothing, it felt like a true caring aura was enveloping them... like they could accomplish anything. Like an extension of their body, Aester moved like a living being, walking out of the hangar calmly with fluid motions. Arriving onto the battlefield of the ruined city, Korie noticed those who were already there and their extravagant entrances with their weapons.

However, being inside of Aester just made them calmer. Looking around their surroundings before the match was to begin, Korie looked for a decent starting position to plan their strategy... before noticing some flowing water going into a hole. Pausing, they knelt down and used a subtle shockwave on the ground so that only they would notice it before smiling. Standing up, Korie and Aester walked off towards the ruins and promptly disappeared into the them.

[User]
As the other pilots began their sortie, Takeo rose to his feet, grimacing in prospect of the coming event. He hardly had any sim time with his Framewerk, and his first real enemies were going to be the teammates he was expected to cooperate with for the rest of his career as an operator. Fighting was never something he had much experience with, or enjoyed - he was a simple mechanic, and worked behind the curtain. He scrubbed his hat against his head in frustration as he began a slow walk to the hangar.

 A small chamber adjacent to Iron Sparrow's hangar was where he found himself harassed by several nameless members of the medical team, stripping his work clothes and pressing cold metal instruments against his skin. He gasped and giggled at the flurry of hands for several seconds until he was left naked and alone, blushing profusely at the violation. Takeo quickly spotted the familiar pilot suit he had worn a few times before; it was plain and grey, matching his enthusiasm for aesthetics and Iron Sparrow's skin just the same. He quickly pulled it over his head - though his normal bulky trousers and coat hid his physique, the skin suit tried its best to show it off. Thick muscle and broad shoulders gained from years of heavy labour bulged through the grey fabric. From a nearby bench he snatched his cap and goggles and placed them atop his red-gold hair.

 The sight of Iron Sparrow was never more imposing. He entered the hanger on its left-hand side, the massive steel giant gazing out across the exit ramp. The last of the service cables popped from its skin as Takeo approached. The way the shafts of light from the hangar's seams touched the Sparrow made it seem like it would turn and look at him at any moment. Takeo was not sure it wouldn't. He had worked on Iron Sparrow's maintenance himself, though with limited access, and every time he looked under the skin of his machine, he was left with more questions. He couldn't help but shake the feeling that something was not quite right, that it wasn't just a machine, but he knew prying with those questions would only cause him even more trouble.

 The service elevator quickly brought him to the cockpit, and he found himself inside once more. The door sealed, sending him into another world. A world of silence. Nothing inside the cockpit he could explain - and somehow, he never felt alone. It was a strange sensation that nearly pushed him to tears, but he had not the faintest idea why.

 Takeo quickly wrote in the ignition procedures and gradually raised power output. The metal beast roared to life in the hangar beyond, a silver-blue light emanating from the cross in its face plate. Takeo's visual feed flickered on, showing the hangar before him and notifying him of his Framewerk's status. Suddenly, everything in the world seemed so small.

 "Armour nominal, output nominal, core temperature thirteen percent," Takeo said, running through his startup checks. "Preparing thrusters." He switched on the main comms channel. "Testing communications. This is Iron Sparrow, preparing for field exhibition. Open hangar eighteen." He was nervous, saying the words he had learned in training mechanically.

 The hangar doors opened with a loud creak, and he acknowledged the operation of the Sparrow's audio input.

 "Roger," came a female voice from Takeo's audio feed. "Iron Sparrow, you are clear to sortie."

 Takeo swallowed hard, wishing he had another coffee. With a shaky hand he started the Sparrow's main thrusters and pushed the acceleration. The beast lumbered to life, steel feet grinding against the ground as it was propelled forward stiffly.

 Takeo heard another sound, then. He thought he did, anyway. It sounded like a murmur, a gentle noise, something familiar...he shook it from his mind, but when it was clear, the shaking in his limbs had stopped, and his carefree smile had returned to his face. He felt something else, then. He felt excited. He approached the end of the exit ramp, and kicked acceleration to full speed.

 "Sortie!" Takeo shouted, bursting forth into the daylight. The Sparrow slammed into the earth, causing a great rumble to everything nearby. It didn't just roll over the hills towards the battlefield, then - it rode through them, heavy frame rumbling as it tore the dirt before it asunder. It definitely wasn't an agile machine, but the power in its forward charge made up for that.

 Before long, Takeo was among the other Framewerks. He wasn't a pilot, then, none of them were - they were the machines, the Framewerks, and he visualized them just the same. He felt his own body in each one of Iron Sparrow's heavy limbs, bearing his armour, the weight of duty, the duty of protecting his comrades. But for now, he would show them what he could do. He had to. How else would they trust him with their safety?

 Takeo drifted slowly into the middle of the ruins, up on a rise. The great triangular shield on his back covered him from head to knees, making him nearly impervious to flanking. He knew he did not need to watch his six, so pushing right in the centre of the melee was his best option. The faster he could close in on his enemies, the quicker the fight would end.

 Iron Sparrow's sword lay dormant, connected at his right wrist and extending along the length of his arm and over his shoulder. From this position, it was useful as a guard - but that was not its purpose.

 "Weapons test," Takeo said on the main channel. He brought his hands together, punching the heavy switch on his wrist with an open palm. The giant rectangular blade exploded forward, shattering the sound barrier with a great crack. His arm lurched back from the recoil before he brought it up before him, blade pointing forward, ready to strike. He was ready.

[Assistant]
She stopped singing, as soon as the announcement came.

This was it. The free for all... Her chest feels like its about to burst, knowing that she will go into battle without training or even a tip on controlling whatever she will be piloting. Utano walked slowly to the hangar, feeling horribly like one about to be executed.

"..dead man walking..."

Utano stood in front of her mech, a small plate on it reading AGAS-P01, with smaller letters below that showing the full name designation for it, the Armored General Assault Suit. The P she assumed meant prototype. It really didn't look like much, unlike the others, who seemed to have a lot more interesting things to them, all of whom looked much more powerful than this. If she had to describe this, it would be that hers was more to a soldier, while the others were those dragons, and prototypical super tanks.

She gave out a rather choked laugh. What was she even talking about?

Shaking her head, she looked over at the suit they were supposed to be wearing. Almost immediately she remembered the woman earlier, and how tight the suit was. There was no way she was going to die in that outfit. Not when it would immediately outline every feature on her body. And speaking of which, there was no mention of a weapon's safety in this mock fight, or even that they will stop before anyone gets killed. Most likely her death would involve being exploded to a million pieces so no one could question her choice of wardrobe after death, but still, there was no way she would wear that.

She wasn't about to wear the pilot suit, but she didn't feel right leaving it either, so she simply threw the suit into the cockpit and got in after it. Almost immediately Utano was overwhelmed by the myriad of screens around her as the mech powered up, even more so when the walls of the cockpit started to shimmer and fade into a view of the outside. By her right was a level with a few buttons on it, plus a small console, by her left was a sort of a long console with a switch she could push to 0 to 100 as well as a smaller consoles with more buttons on it. She could also see a few pedals underneath her feet. And in front of her was a bigger console with a lot more buttons that were also larger, as well as a keyboard she could pull out.

Plus a cup holder.

"Wha... what do I do now?"

After a few minutes fiddling with the controls, and meddling with the cup holder to make sure its not part of the control disguised as a cup holder, she managed to get the mech moving, albeit ponderously, as every step it took shook her. Having no real plan or anything, she simply walked the mech out as far off as possible, seeking to avoid the inevitable battle.

Finding a spot filled with rubble and nothing else, she sat back in her seat, as her mech knelt down to minimize their profile. Pressing again the button on her headphone, she brought up the menu and started playing out her own songs.


[System]
Nickname: Mr.Svent, Cassius of Lumya, Cassius the Wise, Xanat.
Race: Half - Lumyian, Bat Demi human.
Age: 21
Gender: Male

Appearance:  Has brown silky hair, Hazel green eyes, pale skin.

Proportionality:
Weight: Roughly 200lbs.
Height:5'11 to 6ft.
Frame: Androgynous
Shoulders 6in
Chest 12 in
Waist 8-10in
Thigh 10-12in
Butt-cheek 8x10in
Wrist to tip of Middle Finger 7 1/2 inches.
Pinkie starting digit (base of hand before extending to finger) to thumb digit 4inch
feet (as in my feet) 12 inches

Upper Arm (Width)3 inches
Lower (forearms) 2 1/2 − 3 inches
Wrist 2 1/2 − 3 1/3 inches
Elbow to wrist 11 3/4 inches
Shoulder to elbow 12 1/4 inches

Heel to Knee 15 inches.
Knee to Thigh 16 inches.

Height 5'11 to 6ft.
6 1/2 inches from collar bone to chin.
7 inches from one end to the other (Left to right)

Crotch to Waist (curves) 9 inches.
Waist to belly button 4 1/2 inches
Waist to chest (where ribs start) 12 inches
Chest to neck 9 inches
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Personality:- A Calculating person by nature, independent, thoughtful. But most importantly caring despite his cynicism, and skeptical nature when it comes to relaying facts. Has a hard time even accepting his visions.
Job: He is seen as a Bounty Hunter to many, but he is with Research and development of Lindblum, currently working with Tantalus to help make sure an operation goes through with flying colors.

Fighting Style: Cassius fights with Aiki Jujitsu. Additionally, he weaves magic together as someone who uses Elemancy for explosive punches or strikes, or self sustaining effects such as elemental armor. Uses his Magically generated wings to block, as well as swat enemies away, or to do a powerful charging dash.
Weapons from strongest to weakest: A Beast Cutter (A powerful cleaver that can extend out to function as a heavy whip, blade is serrated.)
Gadgets: Phoenix Ashes, Marbles, Stone Pebbles, Bandage Wrap, Syringes. Throwing Knives. Grappling hooks. Some form of gun for a finishing blow/ or to stagger someone mid attack. (Usually not very powerful, but strong enough to leave an impression.)

Armors/Outfits Cassius wears an assortment of armors to make up for his lack of early skill. But normally they are black, gray, Blue, and white in terms of fabrics.
Weight Class: Medium.

Familiar: Camazotz, deadly god of Bats.
Familiar Appearance:

Familiar Abilities: Camazotz has heightened hearing, flight, and can deploy a projection of a deadly swarm of bats to deal damage over time to a marked target.

Movement Type: Ground, creeps around most of the time before taking flight.

Familiar Size: Medium. Human Height.

Relic Weapons: Spear of Xilbalba.

Relic Armors: A Shining stone that gives passive health regeneration.
Trance: In Cassius' trance, he generates an armor of darkness around him that resembles a Gargoyle, as well as a massive Great Hammer, the Great hammer has four rotating Gargoyle heads that release multiple incense that can have supporting effects such as raising resistances and defenses, as well as health and mana regeneration at the cost of him sharing his with the party. He can additionally lower enemy defenses, resistances. As well as do powerful attacks with magic by having the heads generate elements or energy.

Pros- Hit's hard with kicks. Sneaky. Can take a few good hits. Can fly when wings are summoned with ease. Can do powerful charged strikes with his momentum.
Cons- Skeptical of his visions. Relies on outwitting rather than overpowering. Wings can be destroyed temporarily to reduce his mobility.
Racial Strengths- Light footed, Regenerates magic, can imbue magic into his strikes.
Racial Weaknesses- Not very skilled with weapons.

Background: Cassius was originally a child about to be enslaved by Grandanian Slavers, but was rescued by Hitori, the Slaver was turned into a Necklace that acts as a glamor that allows Cassius to act as a full Lumyian in society. It was never his want to be something he was not, but when immigrating to the Alexandrian continent, he was taken in by Alphonse, to pass as his child, he required Cassius to appear as a full blood so that his family would not be frowned upon. Cassius' rebellious nature made it hard to live as such, to which he was told to pick an identity. Hitori however always, only knew Cassius as himself, and was his only true friend and family through life. He also had a loyal Crocodile and Raven pet he had to give away, this Crocodile was known as Chauncey. The Raven was Noir.

With such complications, he took the name of "Xanat" as his domestic name when he wasn't wearing his gem, and used his birth name for when he chose to appear as the fullblood. But life was only more complicated, he hated that second name. The second name belonged to the gem... Yet he depended so much on something he hated so he could fit in. It didn't help he was to uphold an honor that was never his. As long as he wore that gem, he was honoring a slaver, not himself. He had to choose between self respect, and meeting expectations. As a teenager, he decided to leave home with his gem, seeking bounties.

Without skill, he consulted books, research, and alchemy. This helped him greatly for monster hunts, even to make a name of "Cassius the Wise". He wore armor and happened upon Treno where he tracked Ritsu for over a year. He had enough of not being able to find him with ease, or not being able to traverse as the fullblood, so he sought out Anubis. He caught up to Ritsu, to which his lovelife blossomed.Soon after he found himself engaged to him. In his married life, he wore the gem less. And stopped caring about hunting as often, but it was nice to have a home to himself with Ritsu. Eventually he returned to Lindlum with his title and took on additional work, as well as hunts. In the Guise of a Hunt, he aided in a heist to transport a concerned Princess to Lindblum.

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"Careful there kittyKarn, we still have a few practice lessons planned for the week. You don't want to capture my heart with compliments now, do you?" Wylde replied to the cat demihuman with a smile herself, adjusting the position of her glasses again.

 "Ahh yes, I will give them a performance they will talk for months. If my partners can keep up on the scene that is!" She threw in an amused comment at the end, throwing a look at the teammates who were going to partner with her in the play. "We will need to up the last minute training!"

 "That said, seems I will have to rely on the make up and stage costumes heavily this time." Wylde said, throwing a look at Baku. "I used to work at the palace with many of the soldiers and guards who will be around. Won't be a good thing to let them recognize me from first glance."

[Assistant]
Quanze Quolen
Location: Prima Vista Airship

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Quanze was happy. Quanze was able to cook and travel at the same time while getting paid for it. Hopefully Quanze would be able to explore the flavors of Alexandria while the Prima Vista was on site. Quanze would have to ask someone to go get some new ingredients because there wouldn't be time to look around personally, but even then hopefully whoever was sent could get something new. Quanze would have to be specific when putting together his requirements.

Quanze then heard the slight release of gas that meant that the stew he was preparing for the Tantalus group was ready. Filled with a verity of meats and veggies the stew should give the group plenty of energy, and it had a strong mix of flavors that they should all enjoy. Quanze had also baked some fresh bread and carved out the center which he then filled with his stew. He fully expected some of the bread to remain, but hopefully the crew would enjoy their meal. Quanze put all of the food onto a tray and carried it around to the crew, with a cup of well balanced tea to complement each plate.

"I have prepared a dish I think you will all enjoy. If any of you have problems with it I would be more then happy to hear your feedback. This simple dish is a favourite at my restaurant and will fill you with energy and nutrients." Quanze handed the leader, Baku was it? a bread-bowl first, then circled around to the human messing around with some radio equipment, another human sitting on a barrel. Finally Quanze got to the demi-feline on the floor. One glance at her hands was more then enough to tell him what he needed to know. "And your hands are far too filthy to enjoy my food, why don't you clean them before eating? That way the oils and grease on your hand doesn't ruin the flavor," Quanze's head shook side to side as the dish was passed to her, with a small glass of milk instead of tea.

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"Do you Reaaaally have to put on such a show for me Hitori...?" Cassius shook his head as people hastily went about to collect materials from the well furnished building. "Well... Whatever..." Cassius shook his head. "Probably leaves or something..." Cassius gave an amused smirk as he reached for his bow, Anubis tensing up at the newcomer.

"If it is a vision, I doubt it is my death, for I don't fall easily. But state it and begone..." Cassius turned on his toes, energy flowing through the bow to create a string of energy, which was already plucked back by what looked like a green bolt- possibly whatever Anubis was channeling... Yet what he saw was not what he expected. "What a frail boy... You cannot be Mathis of Granniat... " The tension in the room seemed to lessen as Cassius lowed the bow frame. Anubis snorted and shook his head.

"Speak boy. Else I will-"
"Anubis, cease your tongue." Cassius raised his right hand up, arm quarter folded, vertically up. "If you say it is a Vision, I doubt it is about what I'm talking about... but if I had to look at you... You have little to lose approaching me... But it begs the question of what you saw... and if I should trust what you saw..." There was a hair of skepticism in Cassius' voice.

Meanwhile, Monica was listening into the Radio, completely blocking out what was going on around her.

Baku nodded to the qu and gave a hardy laugh... The Breadbowl was everything he wanted.

"Cassius. What is wrong?"
"Just someone is here..."
"Can you describe him?" Monica blinked.
"Looks like a child, says he sees a vision."
"Amusing, but keep your distance..." Monica took a breath before going to her meal... Her eyes looked to another in the room.

[Assistant]
"Oh be easy on the Child Cassius, he's barely more than a Kitten. Look at him, he means you no harm. Child please do tell Cassius dear what you have to say....Cassius do you know this one?" Hitori asked as they flickered their tails back and forth.

"Honestly Hitori you have such a weird thought process, it's a wonder the Humans haven't tried to Kill you sooner. With that sort of reaction do you honestly think Cassius would know this Child?" a Sultry Feminine Voice came from the Opal that Hitori wore as a choker around his neck.

"Well excuse me for inquiring my dear Horror, I was merely trying to get the facts straight." Hitori said matter-of-factly.

"Like the Facts ever mean anything to you, you probably would just listen to a portion of them and go off on a wild tangent about how something entirely unrelated was happening and we would be reliving the Burmecia incident all over again." The Voice said.

"How many times must I apologize to you for that you Watery Tart!" Hitori snapped at the voice.

"Until I decide to let it go." The Voice concluded.

Hitori just pouted.

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Itzal only smiled, "No sir, we do not know each other." He told Hitori. "We may be of the same species, but that does not make us acquaintances." He lowered both his thin arms to his side, his tail flicking slightly as he regarded Cassius and Hitori. It seemed that Cassius was not who he imagined him to be. Not that it mattered, it would be foolish of him to think that he would be welcomed with open arms. Perhaps it was just something he had hoped after meeting another one of his species in such a long time.

"And... You are correct, sir." He told Cassius. "It is not of your death that I came to speak of. It is... Something much more than that." He eyed Anubis warily. "And I would hope that you could at least trust my vision, if only that."

[Assistant]
Cassius shook his head dismissively. "Just get to the vision you had. I wish to be out of here as soon as possible, for I cannot stay long." Cassius would otherwise be patient if he did not have a schedule to keep. "You're asking me to put faith into something I cannot see forensically nor analyze... I'm not fully a man of science. But your 'visions' are not my own, nor do I trust my lucid dreams we call 'visions'..." Cassius somewhat moved to the back, looking for another door, though he was in the same room. It would be easy to leave with the chiefs out of the establishment.

Anubis simply cocked a brow at Itzel. "My Master is... Skeptical of his own race... He means well. But... Today is not a day he is most patient... You'd do wise to be clear with your vision rather than repeat the fact you had one... without further ado... The vision dear child." Anubis folded his arms.


[System]
Current EXP: 0

Inventory:

Clothing: Alpha Rabbit Loin cloth, Medium bone and spider silk armor,

Weapons: Bite, Sharp Claws,

Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer: See Character.

Sharp Bite: Sharpened bite is a relatively simple move allowing the user to perform a bite attack and draw blood not useful in most situations but when to use in close range fights can decisively turn the tide of battle, when upgraded can tear off limbs of enemies with ease.

Knowledge of the 3: knowing the names of the god and goddesses of the world they live in they can now properly worship them. Ramos god of light and the sun, Duvelna goddess of death and the night, Shirila the goddess of the earth and nature.

Unarmed combat, beginner: learned how to fight with ones bare hand and understands how to block and strike with one's own hands

Rookie camouflage: This goblin has learned how to use the environment to its advantage and hide even in plain sight. At higher levels will grant total camouflage regardless of environment.

Bloody strike: this goblin has learned to find the most vulnerable part of its prey and strike to cause massive bleeding damage. Warning: ineffective against inanimate objects or undead.

Gravekeepers spirit: These goblins are able to feel the strength of those that have long since passed. When near a dead body or a skeleton the goblins are able to draw strength without the requirement of being necromancers. Even carrying a skull as an adornment allows the goblins to be stronger, faster, lighter as they draw strength. However, drawing all the strength of a certain dead body or their parts will cause it to disintegrate into dust.

Silk Spinning: they have learned how to create their own silk through their fingertips, allowing them to create traps and snares without supplies. However, it isn't controllable at first and acts like silly string.

Stone Skin: stone skin is an active ability that can be triggered to increase defense dramatically making ones very skin harder to cut or penetrate. Can be upgraded to steel skin for increased protection.

Dead whispers: a special ability only given to those that are inclined towards death. He is now able to hear the calls of those that are long dead and can learn ancient knowledge, can be upgraded to allow for full conversations.

Deathly movements: the user is now able to dodge movements that would otherwise harm him. He is able to evade blows much easier and with much greater flexibility than his hobgoblin counterparts.

Stone Wind Stance: this stance allowed him to move with fluid motions while still having a strong defence to handle any blows that tried to hit him.

Titles:

Blessings:

Blessings of the dead: This goblin has been blessed by the goddess of death herself he and whoever follows him now gain the ability to earn double XP. With each kill they gain, they make an offering to the goddess and it is as if her deathly presence approves of each kill. Each offering of a dead kill now offers double XP. This Hobgoblin also receives the following benefits. The ability to see and eat souls for one. He can also learn necromancy easier. Then He has mental debuff resistance and dark magic resistance.

Devils luck: they are all lucky to be alive, and it shows in how well they take chances...

Curses:

Current Evolution: Ghoul - Day 6

Past evolutions and xp:
Hobgoblin - Day 5 (1x demon spider, 1x troll, 1x alpha troll, = 152 xp)
Goblin - Day 0 (1x horned bunny, 2x alpha horned bunny, 11x lesser Skeleton's = 460 xp)

Notable places: Directions from starting cave.
Church to the east?
Wolves to the west, dangerous in packs beware of alphas.
Venomous vipers to the south east.
Venomous spiders to the North East
Bats to the north, they hide in trees during the day to hide from the sun.
also possible legendary beast to the far far north.
Gender: Male

Appearance:
Ghoul - Hobgoblin Gird had accepted the chance to evolve and as such when he woke up he would see that he wasn't that much taller then he was before. He only reached as high as 5 feet which was the size of an average human. What changed, however, was not his size but his appearance, his body that was once pale now had rotting parts that looked like his body was ready to fall off at any given moment and he could even look down and see the bone of his arm! He grew hair over his head that was as black as ebony and reached down to his shoulders and his eyes now looked eternally bloodshot. He looked like he was a rotting corpse which would explain a lot. However all is not negative, Now it seemed as though he could see in the dark. Now when he got close to the bones of the dead from a few nights back it seemed as though they could speak to him in some language he couldn't understand. While his body might look ready to fall apart at the seams in truth this meant he was much faster than when he was a hobgoblin. Now it seemed like his body was light as a feather and moved with the air around him.

Hobgoblin "The Variant" - This goblin has been changed in a more dramatic way then his siblings. Throughout his interactions and his training, he was changed making him as large as the others that have evolved however his skin tone has changed to that of pale white. This makes him stand out easily however his skin tone gives him the special affinity for death. His skin has gone pale and as such it will make him harder to not be seen however he can just as easily train his skill to blend with the environment. His claws have grown longer and sharper rivaling that of a wolves claws and his teeth have since become sharper as well making his biting skill more effective. Clearly if looked on in the right light he might look like a wraith or a vengeful ghost. He still has the three claw marks over the right side of his head and ear, as well as the mark on his left side. These marks, although still pale, are slightly darker than his current skin tone. Thanks to his goddess Duvelna, he now has 4 black claw marks stretching from the top of his right shoulder to his lower left abdomen as a sign of his faith.

Goblin - Gird has an average height and strong build. His skin is a darker than average shade of green with lighter green blotches abound giving him an almost natural forest camouflage. Gird also has two white birth marks. One looks like he was scratched by something with three claws down the right side of his head, and the second looks almost like something big bit him in the left side of his abdomen. His black hair is normally kept short and his eyes hold a yellow color.

Personality: Stoic, Brave, Stubborn, and Blunt are a few words that can describe this particular male. His loyalty to the tribe will not falter for any promise of gold or harm. He holds within him a sense of duty to his people and will do what he thinks he must do to protect them.

Past Life History: Grid was once known as Victor. A tall brute of a man with a soft spot for animals. Victor worked with a group that protected endangered animals from poachers by hunting poachers. He was even able to befriend a few of the wild animals that were around. But one day while on patrol he was mauled to death by a wounded predator.

Skill: Beast Tammer — a trait carried over from his past life. It allows him to befriend and tame beasts. Some that are lower level than he is, to the point he wouldn't learn anything from them, may very well simply ignore him or treat him as one of their own. Either way Gird seems to have a natural affinity with taming or understanding beasts and monsters.

Other: He simply wishes that one day he will be a mighty goblin that will be able to protect his tribe for years to come.

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Goblin Gird  Heading out to find some fiends /// Day 4 // Morning

The other goblin that was running around didn't seem to want to speak to them too much and keep to himself. O well, there wasn't much Gird could do about that he just hoped the goblin was managing on his own. The others had joined up with him after a little while giving him some time to put a few sticks with leaves on them. Sure it made him look silly but it also made him look like a pile of dirt with sticks in it, more of an experiment out of boredom than anything.

The walk to the large tree was rather uneventful. Apparently the scent of the alpha still lingered around as other rabbits hadn't moved into the area yet. He did eat the last bit of blue berries he had with him while he walked. Offering one or two to the others that followed him. Still, the sight of the tree through the bushes made his heart race just a little. The thought that he wouldn't find his friend did linger in his head or that he might only find pieces of her.

As he cleared the last bit of brush into the small opening, he breathed a sigh of relief. Goblin Luz was sitting against the tree and it looked like she had fallen asleep. She was alive at least, he could see her chest moving slightly with her breathing. Gird approached her slowly but stood out of reach in case he startled her. That last thing he wanted was to get stabbed. "Hey! Hey Luz!" he yelled at her to get her up, "Glad to see you made it through the night." Gird couldn't help but smile at his friend.

EXP: 8

Inventory: A sharp stone,

Clothing: Simple Loin cloth, vine chest wrap, vine hand wraps,

Weapons: Bite, decent wooden branch,

Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer, Sharp Bite, Knowledge of the 3, Unarmed Combat: beginner,

Titles:

Blessings:

Curses:

[Assistant]
Goblin Luz

When the rescue party came to the tree Luz was napping peacefully against it with a makeshift spear in handmade out of the Thick branch, vines, and a horn of a rabbit. Yet she looked kind of relaxed, Mostly cause she didn't plan on falling asleep it just sort of happened when she closed her eyes for a bit, if she did plan on falling asleep she would have been more vigilante as she napped perhaps wakening as the group came but because she wasn't...

"Ahh!" She yelled raising her head, sitting up and moving her spear in front of her. She then looked around in a panic wondering what was going on in her half-asleep state. After finding out that this wasn't a dream Luz then stood up before answer. "Of course i survive. I Wouldn't have endangered myself like that if i didn't have a backup plan." She told him sounding somewhat prideful while at the same time her face was as red as a tomato after putting on such a display in front of him and two other members.

She then begins swiping the back of her legs clean before regaining her composer and looking at the other guys. "May i ask who are these two?"  she asked in a polite matter.

[User]
@ReusableSword @Kangutso
Goblin Zats
Day four morning
After introductions most of the journey to the meeting place Gird wanted to check out happened in silence, allowing Zats to focus on looking for signs any nearby rabbits. Unfortunately either his worries distracted him, he was bad at looking for tracks or there were no rabbits nearby, as he found nothing.

Eventually the three of them arrived at a large tree which obviously was Gird's destination as not only did he start yelling someone's name, but the biggest clue was the Goblin sleeping next to it. Zats made sure to remember the tree's location as he had no doubt Gina would want to climb it if she knew about it's existence.

EXP: 4

Inventory:
Rabbit-spear, Rabbit hide, Sharp bone
Acquired Skills:crush, knowledge of the three, pole arm combat beginner

Titles:

Blessings:

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[Assistant]
@Duthguy@Kangutso@demonspade64

reunited-

the goblins soon found each other and when the female goblin luz woke up she was greeted by the sight of the rescue party coming to see her. The goblin was able to meet up with each other and greet themselves once more for the sake of goblin Luz however they still had one more person to worry about. They were still searching for the other female that went off last night to explore. While they did not have tracks of her footprints to follow they did have something. Once Zats lead to where they last saw Gina they would notice a large number of leaves on the forest floor from when she kept jumping, it created a sort of path for them to follow allowing them to look for her if they moved quickly before the winds picked up to blow the trail away.

The lone goblin was soon searching for the orange berries and it wasn't all that hard to find them. He needed only look where he saw red berries as they generally grew close to each other. Once he had them and brought them back to goblin Grandpa he took them and squeezed them until the juice came out on the now grounded herbs and started to mix them together. It didn't take much longer for him to get the herbs and berries to turn into a thick kind of paste. He put the solution into a stone bowl and handed it to him. "Apply it to the young ones wound and make sure they don't walk on the bad leg. They could get back safely, it will sting when it is first applied but after a moment it will dull the pain" Grandpa explained gesturing for him to go and bring the young one back

Goblin Arch learned Primitive medicine: The goblin now knows how to make primitive salves and bandages for fresh wounds. He cant make sophisticated medicine but can now craft items that will ease pain and prevent infection.

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Goblin Gird  Heading out to find some fiends >>> at the alpha's hideout /// Day 4 // Morning

Luz's quick reaction to defend herself with the spear did make the young goblin step back for a moment before smiling at her. She seemed alright if not a little tired, he hoped she didn't mind that he brought the others with him. He couldn't help but giggle slightly as she seemed to be slightly embarrassed by her reaction. "What these two?" Gird glanced behind him at the other two before gesturing towards them respectively. "This ones Goblin Zats and the quiet one in the back is Goblin Grit. We thought we would make our way out here and come find you then go find Zats friend. She didn't come back last night either."

Gird took a moment to look around and listen, again the last thing he wanted was to get ambushed by some unseen predator. "So you want to come with us? We were going to find some food on our way to the last place Zats here saw his friend." He again looked back to Zats and smiled, "which means were going to follow you for a bit." A quick glance back to Luz to hear her answer and add one more thing, "that is if you want to come and I don't need to carry you?" the last part was mostly to poke fun at her.

EXP: 8

Inventory: A sharp stone,

Clothing: Simple Loin cloth, vine chest wrap, vine hand wraps,

Weapons: Bite, decent wooden branch,

Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer, Sharp Bite, Knowledge of the 3, Unarmed Combat: beginner,

Titles:

Blessings:

Curses: