[System]
Age:
29
Power:
Mental Manipulation - Absorbing the shard he found gave him the ability to bend mortals to his will. Using the power of the shard, their minds are his plaything, from mere control to the sadistic inflictment of hallucinations and pure pain. Against targets with more mental fortitude, (e.x. other shard holders) he may have trouble, but upon contact with them he can manually overpower their resistances if he so wished, creating a direct link from his mind to theirs. The downside to a direct link is that upon removal of him from the person he is connected to, the link only lasts so long, making his manipulations temporary if he must use it.
Bio:
Jeremy Haynes was known only as the recent successor to a business that was already failing. Once successful and influential, after he inherited the business it began to die. With all the world at his fingertips, so to speak, most could only shake their heads as he let the company spiral into failure. Despite being a good guy, with good intentions at heart, that was all he was. He didn't really have a passion for anything, least of all business. He sucked at it, and now he walked away having killed the only thing his father had left him. To him, this was a sign. He decided to accept that he was a failure, in the eyes of his late father, and in life in general... until one day he happened upon a clear piece of glass. Taking hold of it, his grip was superficially tightened as the glass tapped into his conscious mind, fortifying his mental defenses and searing into his conscious the key to the manipulation of his fellow man. The shard then faded away to dust, as if it had never been there at all.
Jeremy could only wonder at what he could do with such power. He didn't know what to do. His good morals haven't gotten him anywhere. He knew that much. Maybe these powers were the key to what he needed. Jeremy thought long and hard, and then he made a promise to himself. He would never again let his own view of the world keep him from his ultimate goals. He would have to accept some questionable methods if he would get anywhere in life. As the shard's power circulated through his mind, he felt optimistic about the future.

[User] Sarah flew back and moaned in pain. She got up, fingering her necklace. She then formed spears from moonlight again and she threw them at it using some speed runes.

[Assistant] Dawn managed to dodge the beast's claws, backing up and shooting a few more shots before holstering her pistol. She bounced backwards, paying special attention to her heart rate, which was normal enough, and dodged into a building. She bounded up the stairs until she was on the second floor. She got out the parts of her sniper rifle and began assembling them. When it was finally put together, she put her eye up to the scope and aimed at the creature's head. She let out a breath and pulled the trigger, causing a bullet, this one not enchanted, to fly at the creature's head.

[User] Kyle arrived at the scene, but, upon seeing a giant monster there he decided to stand back. Discretion was the better part of Valor, right? He touched Katherine's back, draining a bit of the Lust and trying to add much more. "How about we ignore the giant demon that could kill us and find a place to get to know each other better." Still, he could tell something was pulling him towards the demon. Of course, women tended to like the "hero save the girl from a monster" cliche, so maybe amping up the lust wasn't the best idea.

[Assistant] Josh was bounding through the woods in the former of a wild cat. He could feel the monster's presence In the old city he new he had to stop it. He jumped and morphed into a large green fire breathing dragon. He flew over the city and spotted it. A strange creature about 10 feet tall attacking some humans. He decided to head on tackle it Mabey nock it over. He went into a steep dive. And collided with it at a speed of about 90 mph. He fell and landed as a human next to a man and a woman on a building.

[User] Dusk would leap back to barely avoid a deep wound, his eyes would narrow at the creature seeing how his power affected it but he couldn't afford to use Judgment again or be left vulnerable. so he threw his hand off to his side as he gathered light and formed it into a spear. "Evil creature of damnation face my justice!" he shouts and throws the spear at the creature before already forming another in his other hand.

[Assistant]
@Nikki Moonlight@PURRfect93@olcharlieboi @ShadowVentus @CreedTheChimera @SephietheEvil @Framing A Moose
The creature roared again this time his focus turned towards Dawn. The bullets did little damage. But they stung and we're slowly weakening him. He grabbed at Dawn. He planned to punish her for hurting him. Unfortunately he wasnt able to reach the woman inside the building. He turned his attention to the man who through a lance at him. The creature turned an towards the new attack.

[User] Sarah formed more spears and she made them fly at the creature. She had gotten used to the stench of the creature now and was able to fight at full capacity. She said, "Et Luna et dat vitem mortem," As if the shard whispered it to her and she threw the charged spear at the creature.

[Assistant] Dusk grinned at the creature, he figured it was less harmed from his regular light, confirming his thoughts that this was just a pure evil creature, he began to infuse some holy energies into his second spear of light turning it into a spear of holy light, before throwing it at the creature and began to form another.

[User]
Moonlight @KatherinWinter @olcharlieboi @Framing A Moose

Within his sphere of illusions, Jeremy saw the entire battlefield before him. It was a strange feeling, knowing a fight was going on, and yet at the same time knowing that you yourself are at no risk from the fight. However, he stood witness to it all. Holy abilities, unholy enchantments, throwing multiple spears at once, apparently made out of some kind of light... he couldn't help feeling he'd gotten the shortest end of the stick. However, as he thought, he realized he hadn't even attempted to test the minds of those around him. Too much time spectating, not enough time experimenting. First, and foremost, he lashed out at the creature with a simple raising of the hand. This was only an accentuation. The action was made easier with a physical movement to guide it.

His mind conjured up a force, drawing on the power of the shard, making a nearly physical attack out of the immaterial. 'The mind shall vanquish the sword' is a phrase that is attributed to Sima Yi, a famed strategist of the Cao Wei state during the era of the three kingdoms. That, or merely the storied version Jeremy had read about in a book somewhere. It didn't really matter to him. If he DID say it... he'd be amazed how right he could be. The mental attack would strike with a fair amount of force, all beyond the realm of the corporeal. Whether the creature was actually affected depended upon how strong it's mind was, or even if it had a mind at all. Everyone responds differently... and he'd imagine this monster would give him an even more interesting result.

[Assistant] Brandon slipped between the alleyways and dark places between buildings as he made his made his way through the city. He had tried to ignore the pull and the strange feelings he had been having but enough was enough now. The pull was strong but felt as if it was from multiple sources in one spot. And then there was that dread like pulse... His rifle bounced against his back slightly as he began to jog. He remembered that the area ahead was a bit more populated so he stopped for a moment to look in a window as a mirror. His features seemed to get hazy for a moment, but as soon as it happened it was normal again. Other than the fact he now looked like a soldier. He looked old and battlescared and his clothes even looked to be of military issue. Satisfied he began to jog again toword the sources of the strange feelings...

[User]
@SephietheEvil

 Upon reaching the battlefront, Taka could sense multiple shards nearby, feeling rather shocked by this sudden gathering of people, coming together to put an end to this evil being's rampage. Rubbing his shard earring between his index finger and thumb to ease himself slightly, he then proceeds to roll up his sleeves, eager to enter the fray, his personality changing rather drastically. "It'll probably in your best interest to stay back, Maxie, and allow your animal companions to do the fighting for you. Things are about to get VERY interesting..." After letting out a small laugh before beginning to launch smoke projectiles at the creature, rapidly firing them. These projectiles hit like fireballs, being the mix of smoke, ash, and flames that they are. The damage stacked the more volleys of blasts he sent out.

[Assistant]
@Nikki Moonlight@PURRfect93@olcharlieboi @ShadowVentus @CreedTheChimera @SephietheEvil @Framing A Moose
The fight lasted for hours. The content attacks would drain everyone. It wouldn't be an easy battle. The creature was obviously stronger then they were. Even working together it would a long time for their attacks to drain the creature. The beast knew it was losing. He would use the abilities that had been given to it and teleport away. Those gathered would feel most of the negative energy leave but not all of it. Those who took the time to look might find another shard.

[User] Sarah panted and sensed something sitting there. She went to look and saw a stone. She decided to leave it for the other people who probably wanted the shard more than she did.

[Assistant] Dawn squinted through her scope, frowning as she saw the beast teleport away. She took the rifle apart and placed the parts back into her bag. She flung it over her shoulder, and gracefully stepped around the empty bullet shells and made her way down the stairs to street level. By the time she stepped outside, she had used her manipulation of darkness to hide her face under her hood. She glanced around, before feeling a pull towards a small object on the ground. She walked to it, bent over, and picked it up. Still looking down at the object, Dawn began to speak. "Who the fuck are you people?"

[User] Dusk would feel the pull and looks at the others seeing all of them, he was weakened so he couldn't try to capture any of them, granted most of the others was weakened as well. At lest he could now note down the appearances of all the others, he would decide against adding another unstable power to his arsenal it would be better to just destroy them. He would narrow his eyes at Dawn feeling just evil from her. He wouldn't answer her because he was trying to figure out what they should do right now.

[Assistant]
@KatherinWinter

Maxie stared at the grotesque beast, cursing under her breath and giving it a hybrid look of confusion and disgust. Her expression quickly shifted to more or less scared crap-less when it started roaring and fighting with the others.
"W-what should we do-" Maxie was about to ask Taka before he just leaped into the fray himself with words of his own. She was almost a little pissed, but mostly because things had gone psycho wayyyy too fast for her liking. She was a normal 18 year old about a month ago. How in the hell did it come to all this?!
Despite her her thoughts about everything going on, she agreed with Taka. She should probably stand back and let the animals under her control (sort of) do the attacking. Maxie closed her eyes and willed ferocity and anger into all the animals she had around her, or in her vicinity. The animals already at her side leaped at the monster within seconds. That was good, but it wouldn't be enough.
"RRRUFF! RUFF!"
Maxie only had a a few precious moments to determine where the sudden ferocious barks and growls were coming from. She ducked, and less than a second later, a huge beast completely bounded over her and jumped into the fray. She stood up to look at it, and her heart caught in her throat when she saw a big, muscular German Shepard in a vest viciously harassing the demonic being.
"Ohhhhhh god...a police dog..." Maxie covered her face in her hands. "I just stole a police dog.....crap..."
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When the battle finally ended, and the creature had fled, Maxie did what she could to get her animals under control again. A cat and some birds had died, but another cat walked calmly back to her side...along with the now very happy-looking police dog.
"Please. PLEASE, go home. I don't wanna get arrested for this." Maxie begged the dog, who in response, only barked and wagged his tail, sitting in front of her.
"No! Go hooooome!" Maxie whined in exasperation. She didn't want to touch the dog, because they might find her DNA on the dog later, and incriminate her further. Her only hope was to get it to go home on its own, or somehow find a way to control it back home. Though, controlling didn't feel like a good option right now. She already felt drained from all the power she used summoning and assisting her animals in the fight.
"Yo, Taka. You alright...?" Maxie glaced over at the one person within this group of other shard users (a fact she didn't have time to register earlier due to panic) that she actually knew, trying to ignore the big dog next to her.

[User]
Kyle saw the creature leave and knew that his opportunity was at hand. He was certain that that creature was the source of his power, and knew that if he acted quickly enough he might be able to get another power without having had to do anything for it.

He ran over to where it used to be and started searching. After about fifteen seconds he found a new shard in a corner and grabbed it, being sure to hide it from the others so that they wouldn't know he had it. After that he kept looking. There could be more, after all.

[Assistant] As Jeremy saw the creature disappear, he grew a bit disappointed. "Seems he was in a hurry..." He looked down and noticed several shards scattered across the battlefield. Smiling, he spawns a near-perfect copy of himself running from his building, jumping down and running to the shard. It was unaffected by the fall due to the fact that it was merely an illusion made to look like him, but picking up one of the shards was a bit trickier. Focusing extremely hard, he gave the illusion the solid form to pick up the shard. It was still weaker than craft paper, but it would do for bringing the shard to him. Luckily, it seemed like there were enough shards around that nobody had run towards this one, leaving his illusion to grab it without a problem.


[System]
Age:
20

Gender:
Female

Race:
Mundane

Tale:
N/A

Appearance:
Standing at a tall five foot eight, Elizabeth exudes an air of nobility and sophistication. Elizabeth sports blond hair, with dull green eyes with a pale complexion. Dressed in fine clothes, a generally well kept appearance and otherwise appears of a well to do upbringing. Generally speaking, she is not used to physical activity and her build easily indicates as such.

Powers/Skills:

* Perception
 A skill learned from always keeping an eye out for both liars and those who would give her the bad end of a deal. Elizabeth is fairly perceptive of most things. Couple this with a silver tongue she can often diffuse most situations without the need for violence and make sure she's not being fooled.
* Nobility
 Less of a skill and more of a position of birth, Elizabeth knows people in power, and how to go around contacting or otherwise moving along the courts of the wealthy in the city.
* Academics
 Receiving a fairly good education, Elizabeth is at least above average in terms of mathematics, sciences, and other such things.

Personality:
Generally unpleasant.

Prideful and hedonistic, to put bluntly. She thinks very highly of both herself and her abilities, and really, really, really, doesn't like it when such things are called into question. She doesn't like mingling with commoners, though is not averse to it if a necessity. She has to in business, after all. Even still though it's her way or no way at all. She has difficulty working for other people, often criticizing and thinking she knows what's best - doesn't help she usually has the smarts to back up such behavior. Being from a wealthy merchant noble family she received quite the good education.

That said, she is incredibly good at talking her way out of things and usually getting others to agree with her, knowing how to use words to her favor which can make her seem less unpleasant than she really is. She dislikes being jerked around, and not getting her way.

History:
The only child of the wealthy Keeler family, Elizabeth has led a life full of opulence and money. Always getting what she wants, so long as she behaved and did well in her studies. An old merchant family that has existed for quite awhile, they are ingrained in the very roots of Ravenport. Elizabeth's personal history isn't much to note. She was raised much like every other child, if spoiled due to her families wealth. When she was old enough to start getting into trouble as one might expect. A few scandals here in there regarding the young Keeler. Staying out late, perhaps an affair or two. Seen spending on some...questionable substances.

That was, at least until a few years ago when the question of her taking over the family businesses came into question.

Her father refused.

She was absolutely livid, as one might expect. 'Immature' 'Child' and 'brat' were some of the more pleasant names he used in the discussion. He gave her a single condition that could potentially change his mind - find work elsewhere and straighten up a bit. She couldn't get work in any other well off area, her father made it clear that if she used her connections to get a cushy job she'd be disowned. So after a bit of asking around, she finds herself in front of Wolf's Den Agency.

[User]
~Elizabeth~

Squelch

"Ugh, filthy..."

Pulling her boot out of the muddy puddle, Elizabeth gave a small grimace. The dreary day outside was no consequence. The city of Ravenport was always like this. The coast it was built on seemed to always have near constant rain. There was an odd calmness to it, really, and if she was doing anything other than walking through it, she was quite sure she'd be relaxing to the sound of rain on the window with some tea. What was of consequence however, was that she was walking. Walking. With just an admittedly well made cloak to protect her from the rain. Pathetic that's what that was. If anyone from her old life saw her, she'd be a laughing stock.

"Working at some shady detective agency no less..." The noblewoman muttered quietly. Had she a choice, she'd be doing anything but this. She wasn't someone who should have too. Chase down criminals, crawl through mud and muck to reach a goal. No, that was what her maids, attendants, and subordinates were for. Or at least, they would have, had she any left. At least what she was being told to do was somewhat easy and up her alley. She was nothing, if not studious about her objectives and goals. She read the files backwards, forwards, and asked Rolfe about the temperaments of each people involved to get a general idea of their attitudes.

She did not have confidence this could be resolved quickly and cleanly after what she had been told, that much was certain.

By now, Elizabeth had reached the waterfront, stopping for a moment on the docks to look out over the sea. Smelled like fish, and would otherwise be fairly picturesque in the melancholic gloomy way. Hm, perhaps when she had her titles and fortunes returned she'd commission a painting? Idle thought. Back on the task at hand. Making her way along the dock, eyeing one of her destinations in the distance. A ship by the name of the Bloated Barge. A rather detestable looking den of degenerates and lowlifes, also known as a tavern. An establishment she'd normally not be caught dead in. She'd head there after the Crabbyshack pub and getting the details from Merkle. As long as she kept a level head this should be easy enough to deal with some unruly plebs.

"Nothing you can't handle Eliza..." Finally reaching her destination, Elizabeth looked up at the sign hanging above the door. One of her 'colleagues' should be here soon, but she'd only wait for a few moments before heading inside and taking care of this herself.

[Assistant]
Gordon Edwards

Rain was like a way of reminding people that god cried too.

At least, that's how Gordon sometimes saw it, most of the time however, all he could see was pouring rain coming from the clouds above as constant reminder that life went on, and that he was glad he wore a trench coat.

The droplets of water would hit him, only to slide off like tiny waterfalls, as the wind occasionally swiped at his scarf. Wind was never really an issue in a city such as Ravenport, as even on windy days the buildings gave some cover from it. Windy days were chilly, at least that's what he had heard others complain. The only thing he could possibly complain about was his new position in the sketchy detective agency and the case file he'd been handed. Earlier that day, he'd been given his first assignment, an investigation into a possible act of sabotage over at a local pub. It was a place he'd been at least once before, though he hadn't been there long. Something about live sea creatures unsettled him, and although he had been hungry, he decided to skip lunch and left before he'd even heard the specials.

Tugging his hood slightly more over his head, the young man stepped over one of the larger puddles that had formed on the road, his boots hitting the wet cobblestone with muffled thuds. He was looking forward to the case, at least in some sense. From the look of Rolfe when he handed him the files, this kinda thing had happened before, he could tell that much even before he looked the two characters over. Neither one looked the type, but competition sometimes changed people, but for all he knew, it really could be just another stupid coincidence that Barker's seafood were dying.

He'd find out sooner or later, as he rounded a corner and out from the dark buildings of the main streets, his eyes landed on another figure, standing just outside the pub known as the 'Crabbyshack'. Crabby was right, the woman who ran it didn't sound to cheerful. Judging from the way they stood, and the fact that he knew he had a partner on this particular mission, Gordon lightly jogged towards the figure, his boots kicking up small splashes behind him.

Slowing to a stop before the figure, He nodded at them, as he pushed open the door to the better off tavern. Comparing the Crabbyshack to it's competitor, the Bloated Barge, there was honestly no real contest, though he wasn't fond of either. Stepping inside and throwing off his hood with one hand while leaving the door open with the other, he gestured for his college to follow, while running a quick once over of the one he'd be working with.

She seemed somewhat impatient, obviously not fond of rain, or being in such a place, not to mention, even under his cloak, she seemed to be of noble birth, not exactly someone he'd expect to see working such a job, but she was there, she was easy on the eyes, and she seemed to have an air of intelligence to her. Good, he'd been worried he'd be sent in with some mindless brute who ended up breaking everything.

"Sorry for the wait." His voice was sincere, though he meant it as more of a formality then anything.

[User]
~ℌ𝔞𝔯𝔢~

Location: Ravenport Central Square

Mission: Cat Herding

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Harry gripped the small bottle tied about his neck. It contained several ingredients including herbs and a tiny tuft of his fur. A service provided by a witch for a price. For the mundanes, the bottle necklace appeared to be a plain trinket. No worth or significance to its purpose, other than his personal attachment. The actual truth was that it was the only thing allowing him to walk around without a lynching mob hot on his white cottontail.

He had been worried all day about his glamour failing. When he originally bought the thing, he felt the price was far too cheap for the quality. Even for the bare minimum requirements, the more you had to change then the pricier it got.

Most the time he could make do. A bit of his voice behind a corner, dash underneath the furniture or out of sight had saved him lots on needing a glamour. However, he couldn't interact directly without one.

At the thought, Harry ran his fingers through his light brown hair. The locks unfurled then fell to frame his face's soft curves. This glamour failed to hide everything from his original form though. His figure was still considered rather short for a human and pretty lanky. The face was cleanly shaven for a youthful appearance, but his two front teeth stuck too far past his lip. He tried not to look at anyone for too long because he knew his eyes were a bit too golden causing his anxiety to rise. He couldn't risk Basil and Rolfe deciding he was too much of a liability to their business before deciding to let him go.

Idly he continued to hold the trinket for a few more moments before he shoved it underneath his shirt, hiding it from sight. Harry swallowed a tightness at the back of his throat as his right foot thumped the dirt. A bunch of time had passed now, but no sign of any fellow co-workers. His ears swayed about alongside his eyes, both sight and hearing were surveying the scenery.

When he received the case, Harry thought it was some sort of cruel joke. A hare chasing cats was not likely to go over well.

He doubted the glamour would cover his scent and the feline fiends might start chasing him instead. That's when all bets were off. Cats liked to play with their prey and that fact disgusted him, his lip curled up with a twitch.

"Where the hell are you?" Harry muttered.

[Assistant]
~Elizabeth~
Location: CrabbyShack
Sabotage investigation

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At least she didn't have to wait long for her colleague. A man, slightly older than her and more than a little rough around the edges was running towards her. Not fond of the rain, was he? Should probably move somewhere else in that case, but she spared little thoughts on such a matter. He probably though she wasn't cut out for this job, and likely expected someone such as herself not to be working on something so mundane. It was easy to tell she wasn't a common rabble. A pleb, a merchant or a slum dweller. Well, she'd just prove this man wrong.

"No matter," She said, stepping inside the so called tavern. At least he had the proper manners to hold the door open for her. "Just be sure to be faster next time." Immediately her nose was assaulted by an unpleasant odor, causing her to grimace and scrunch her face slightly. Ugh. Smelled of fish, wasted life and sweat. Definitely a place where dockworkers and laborers would hang out. Sharply exhaling, she brushed her nose with her hand, doing her best not to appear too put off. Didn't want to make an unpleasant impression on madam Merkle.

"Elizabeth Keeler." She said to Gordon, boots dully thudding against the floor as she walked. "In case you forgot. Lets make one thing clear before we start this. I don't want to be here, but due to certain circumstances I am obligated to put forth my effort into this little detective agency." She turned to face her colleague, a bored expression clear on her features. "So I'm going to be calling the shots here, understand? I'm not going to have some uneducated commoner to muck things up for me."


[System]
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Human

Weapon: Unlike the majority of Hunters that dwell the broken world of Remnant, Gratia wields two, separate and completely distinct weapons due to her poverty, which has prevented her from obtaining more advanced weaponry. She wields a dull, grey mameluke sabre named Valens, furnished simply with the imprint of her emblem on its hilt. It is utilised alongside her other weapon, an automatic carbine named Valentinian, black and silver and also light enough to be used with one hand.

She also owns an SUV that she acquired from a mafia family after a mission.

Specialty: Capable of dealing with enemies both in close combat and mid-range, Gratia's role on Team VGNB (Vignoble) is to draw the attention of Grimm as she cuts swathes through their ranks in her berserk rage. As such, she is quite the durable warrior, and if time passes, she will only grow stronger as her semblance drains away at the energies of her enemies, making her perfect for her position as the 'tank' of the team.

Semblance: Bibere Vinum - Gratia's lust for battle and power is translated into a semblance that allows her to drain the aura of others in the area in order to strengthen her own physical abilities. In particular, her speed, strength, and endurance. The effects compound over time, and thus while they aren't too noticeable in the first few minutes of combat, the longer one fights her and the closer they are in proximity, the stronger Gratia gets.

Following her conversation with her mother on what it meant to be a Huntress and what she meant to those close to her, Gratia's semblance metamorphosed into a new form, gaining an additional ability based upon her existing powers. Her ability to detect and sometimes recognise other lifeforms in the area has become more powerful, allowing her to inject a tiny portion of her own aura into people upon contact, creating a connection between her and her victim that allows her to track and identify them no matter where they go, and will not be broken unless either of them are dead, or if Gratia wishes it to end. It also provides her basic information on the victim's status, such as their health, mood and general condition.

Personality: At first glance, Gratia appears to be quite a solemn figure, impassive and quiet in the majority of situations. Restraint seems to come easily to her, and there is an aura of professionalism that permeates her every action. It would be obvious, then, to assume that she is a rather serious person, one who devotes her very being to work and believes that everything else is a waste of time. In actuality, this is mostly inaccurate. When she speaks it is generally to insult others, particularly her aggravating teammate Napoli, and her speech is peppered with gratuitous swearing.

She is extremely sarcastic and is quick to point out when a situation does not strike her as favourable. She is also rather arrogant and has a haughty sense of pride that dictates her actions. If someone starts annoying her, her impassive aura is quick to drop and Gratia will instead begin with a spewing out insults. However, she is not entirely horrible, being actually fairly kind to those who she deems as respect worthy and more importantly, not annoying. While she is quiet still, she is more than willing to offer them a helping hand on assignments and other problems.

In addition, Gratia possesses a strong sense of loyalty to her loved ones. If you piss her off or take advantage of her friends she will make your life a living hell. Of course, do what you want to her annoying teammates, especially Napoli, she'll only save them at the last minute when they're about to die. And you're not allowed to kill them. She gets to when they screw up.

When in combat, her normally solemn personality completely disappears, replaced by a crazed bloodlust that seems to consume her entire being (and probably those poor Grimm that she'll murder). In this state, it can be quite surprising to listen to her cackle loudly like a hyena as she terrorises her enemies.

Color: Chartreuse Green (66CD00)

Emblem: Gratia's emblem has a certain religious flair to it, with a solid sabre sitting upon a champagne bottle, which is a chartreuse green to contrast the black and grey of the sabre and background.

Appearance:

Source | NarayanK's Interpretation

Standing at a height of one point seven five metres, Gratia is relatively tall for most girls her age, a trait that is magnified by her rock solid posture. With long, flowing brown-black hair, onyx eyes and a well-defined face (though usually seen bland or scowling), and an athletic build, she can be described as rather attractive (though her compatriot-in-arms would argue the opposite), but few dare comment on her appearance in case she takes offence.

Due to her status as a student from Haven, she dons the snazzy uniform of her "beloved" school when attending class, completely unmodified and always super tidy (it comes at a surprise that to many that she is willing to wear the skirt). When outside of class however, she can always be seen with her signature black turtleneck, brown jeans and her green winter coat, which she is highly possessive of (and possibly willing to murder for, though that's a rumour). As a music aficionado, she frequently wears headphones in order to enjoy her smooth jazz and drown out the incessant chatter of her fellows and her teammates in particular.
Name: Galla Mindaro
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Race: Human

Weapon: Steel Construction I-Beam (W18X40)

Specialty: Without needing the use of a semblance, Galla Mindaro possesses a ridiculously immense amount of physical strength, capable of carrying even the heaviest of construction materials with ease. As such, her lightest blows can easily hit as hard as a freight train, sending her targets flying with little effort on her part. Similar to her more infamous older sister, she is incredibly durable, her numerous years of acting as Gratia's training partner having developed her defenses dramatically.

Semblance: Nemo Curat - Galla's apathy and sense of detachment from the world has been translated into a semblance that allows her to essentially detach a part of her own self, preventing it from interacting with the outside world. She can only induce this state in one thing at a time, and if she wishes to stop another part of her self from being observed by reality, she has to first reattach the originally detached part. An example of her semblance in use would be detaching her scent, thereby preventing anybody from smelling her.

Personality: The younger Mindaro sibling possesses a quiet and stoic demeanour, staying impassive in the face of any situation to the extent that one could easily mistake her for a stone statue. Restraint marks her every action, with each lifeless movement utterly lacking in any form of energy or emotion. To Galla, the rest of the world simply isn't important at all, and it is through this lens of utter apathy that she engages with life.

So great is her sense of detachment that absolutely nothing is capable of fazing her. Everything is met with the same bland air, as if there was a distant chasm between her and the rest of the world. She cannot bring herself to care for it, finding little that can stimulate her dulled emotions into responding. At times, it appears as if Galla lacks a presence beyond simply 'existing', seeming more akin to a cardboard cutout than an actual human.

She doesn't see it as a problem in any way.

However, that is not to say that Galla Mindaro is simply an emotionless mannequin that is utterly incapable of being human. The truth is actually the opposite; the younger of the Mindaro sisters is surprisingly empathetic, capable of understanding the feelings, motivations and experiences of other people to a great extent. It does not change her utter lack of interest and care for them, but if the whim were to come to her, she could interact with others with little difficulty.

It is because of this that, despite her eerie detachment, Galla possesses a bond with her family. Although she rarely shows any sign of concern for them, the younger Mindaro acknowledges her parents in their entirety, and it is evident that she respects her older sister in some fashion. She is also not devoid of friends, being able to, even in her bland and uncaring manner, work amicably with a number of her classmates. Whether or not she is a good friend is debatable, especially when she does not exactly care too much for them.

She is also highly observant of her surroundings, whether they be social cues, appearances or the shape of the world. Information is immediately captured and stored in her photographic memory, although much of it fails to affect her in any manner. She holds few opinions on them, but there are times when she does judge, usually through an arbitrary rating system. When taking action, there are also moments where she may seem rather excessive, unaware of whether or not something may be too much.

Galla may or may not have a sense of humour. It's extremely hard to tell.

Color: Chartreuse Yellow (DFFF00)

Emblem: Galla's emblem has traces of religious iconography, with a pitch-black profile of a rooster, one of the holiest animals of the Mistralese Church, imprinted upon a champagne bottle of chartreuse yellow, its brightness a contrast to the colour of the bird.

Appearance:

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Kuhaku Shiro - From the ashes

Mass of wood and metal writhing as Shiro slowly came to and began to stir, Shiro breached the cocoon which he had inadvertently made for himself. Dramatically gasping for air as he dragged himself from the carnage. Obviously, his missteps had garnered him some unwanted attention and his cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. Pulling his hood over his ears, he tried his best to be quiet as he sharply sucked in air between his teeth. Wincing at his already healing, but still stinging, bruises. "Ooh. Ow. Ouch. I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm just gonna put these back now..." He softly whispered to himself. Ignoring the class as a whole as he tried to be inconspicuous and invisible as he worked to correct his mistake. He remained blissfully unaware of the brewing situation. Of the drama and conflict between some of the students. Though his hearing may have been sharp, his attention span still left much to be desired. Ask any of those who knew Shiro to any degree, and that much would've been clear. Still, Shiro was content pretending he wasn't there. That nothing happened. That he was simply rearranging an oddly messy bunch of school desks and chairs, neatly returning them to their rightful spots.

Pausing briefly, Shiro scooped up a laid out Scoot and set him safely on what Shiro designated to be his seat for the day. Alone and away from the rest of the class for the moment. At least until the bell rang and the class filled. Not long after crawling out from his 'accident', Shiro cleared his throat and settled into his seat. Hood still pulled over his head to hide his shame. His weapons slung onto his back, and not a single school supply to be found around him. Laying his upper half over the desk, Shiro silently wallowed in his temporary misery. The start of the week was not going well for him, other than his fight in Combat Class with Luke. He sighed as he pathetically slumped in his chair.

"I hate Mondays.."
He hadn't noticed Robert's offer for help. Completely lost in his own little world.

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Luke Schwarz -- Yep.

Rude indeed, and unrepentant.

Silently making a gesture to ward off evil, the black-haired brawler looked over to Shiro, more than a few seats away after being helped up there by a red-haired classmate. Nothing on him at all. If class was anywhere near as hard as he was worried it'd be, the faunus would not be served well by starting behind the curve.

Being the sympathetic sap that he was, he couldn't allow this to happen.

I'm making an executive decision here. Forgive me, untaken notes.

Tearing out two sheets of paper from his spiral, he placed them on the desk and dove back into his bag. He wasn't going to give away his beloved mechanical, trusty and nice-looking as it was, but he knew he'd carried at least five extra acoustics...

There you are.

Fishing the pencil out of his bag, he placed it atop the paper and slid the entire pile over to his left, tapping Ben on the shoulder.

"Pass it down to the guy who beat me up last class, please."

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Gren Orchid

Gren arrived to the classroom sometime after the combat classes. He had went to restock ammunition, check some emails, and exchange his books for more relevant supplies. While they were training to be hunters, Gren's next class was mathematics. Can't ignore the basics. And despite his vast amount of abilities, even he had some dislike for the subject. Though it was a love/hate sort of thing: When he's good he enjoys it. But it's frustrating when he's wrong, because one mistake can change the entire equation until you get a mess so violently different it rips apart one's mind. At least programming didn't lead you on when you make a mistake.

Arriving to the room sometime after everyone else have, he could already see that Shiro had made his entrance due to the path of his destruction. Shiro himself seemed to be in a slump. Glancing around the class he could imagine why. Shiro has a bad tendency to make a fool of himself. And it's not like he had the support of others to help him give over his klutziness. But that's what Gren was here for.

"Hey partner. What's with the slump? Something happened last class or something?"

Gren took a seat next to Shiro, though he had to push the desk forward. And since the desk was built into the floor, Gren ended up pushing the entire first row a few inches forward to accommodate his bulk. Fortunately he left The God Eater back at his locker.

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Gratia Mindaro - Mathematics

"You're a fucking riot, Fiordilatte," said Gratia flatly, though irritation was already beginning to leak through in such close proximity to her hated team member. "Your shitty pun brutally sodomized my virgin ears. Real fucking outstanding work."

She had already settled into a desk, dropping her satchel down on the floor beside her. It was, of course, just her thrice-damned shitty luck that she had been seated next to the massive blonde cunt and his overbearing, unwarranted ego. Had she not been in class, there would have been nothing stopping her from rIpPINg apart the irksome fool's smug expression and watching him bleed out. That however, would unlikely be possible while in the presence of such a number.

"I am disappointed, however," she continued, slamming her textbook down onto the wooden desk with a mighty thud, "about your fucking pathetic showing of a fight. I am utterly amazed that my expectations for your curb stomping were defeated so readily. It was like watching an abortion being thrown at a wall. Bravo, you really disappointed me."

The Mistralese huntress leaned back into her chair, shooting her acquaintance a single look. "You must have had a lot of practice disappointing your mother."


[System]
TIKAANI APUT
Alias: N/A
Age: 18
Gender: Male

Personality:
● Chatty ● Attention Seeker
● Bubbly ● Optimistic
● Boisterous ● Unfocused
● Impulsive ● Easygoing

Background:Tikaani was born in the South Pole, a member of the Southern Water Tribe. Tikaani's father was a warrior, and died in battle when the boy was very young. Thus, the boy has little to no memories of him. All he knows about his father are some photographs his mother had, as well as things his mother told him. For the majority of his life, it was only Tikaani and his mother, and Tikanni was responsible for a lot of household things while his mother worked as a healer in the village. Primariy fishing, and cooking meals. He would go out on boat rides with his uncle on his mother's side to catch fish, and diving for sea prunes and fresh seaweed. His uncle also taught him how to navigate and steer a boat, because Water Tribesman should be able to navigate the seas. His mother however was the one that taught him to cook. The boy really liked to eat, and she felt it best that he learn to make his own meals sometimes. His cheerful and upbeat persona made Tikaani popular with his peers. He found it very easy to make friends with people. In between his chores, he made time to play with the other younger children in the village, whom he thought of as siblings. He particularly enjoyed going Penguin Sledding with them, although he was often the one who had to make sure the other kids didn't hurt the otter penguins.

While he was happy at home, Tikaani has always wanted to leave his small settlement in the South Pole, see the rest of the world, and potentially have a cool adventure. Mainly because he got bored with the day-to-day routine at home. Tikaani finally found some excitement in his life when he learned he was a Waterbender at the age of 12. He found out while he was watching his mother bend, and imitating her movements for fun. Obviously, he didn't have much control of it at that time, and the end result was Tikaani getting wet. After that, he trained with Waterbending masters in the tribe, as well as his own mother to hone his skill. Surprisingly, Tikaani took to bending rather quickly. Even though the masters didn't particularly care when the boy referred to it as 'cool water magic.' His boundless joy and enthusiasm overwhelmed a lot of the people who tried to teach him. He got bored with studying and often just wanted to play. The ones who actually mananged to hold his interest were his mother, and Nukka, the Chief of the southern tribe. He learned a lot during his lessons and became a skilled Waterbender.

At 14 years was the age when a boy takes part in the Southern Water tribe rite of passage of ice dodging. This was usually something a boy did with his father, but Tikaani's father was dead. Fortunately, there was a reason why his uncle taught him to sail a boat when he was younger. He took Tikaani out to sea, and had to guide the boat through iceberg infested waters. It was difficult but Tikaani managed to do it, and he earned himself a Mark of the Trusted on his forehead for proving to be exceptionally steady and dependable.

When he turned 18, Tikaani decided that he learned all he could in his small village. He wanted to leave the South Pole, see the rest of the world. He did after all know how to sail and could Waterbend like no one's business. His mother was hesitant to let her only child go off into the world all by himself. After all she did lose her husband, and couldn't live with herself if she lost her son too. She had to be convinced to let him go. Both by her brother and Chief Nukka. She was the one who gave Tikaani his membership into The Order of the White Lotus. This way, Tikaani could travel and see the rest of the world, but he would have an organization to keep him safe. His mother was put at ease by this. So, reluctantly, and with a tearful good-bye, she let her son go. Tikaani promised his mother he would return someday.

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Ayuka got on Yuya in stunned silence. How had she not recognized her leader when she first saw him?! Just what did that reflect on her? She took a silent deep breath. Just, had to prove herself a worthy member on the team. Or at least, more worthy than the puppy-peacock they had on their hands. What had his name been again? Tikaani Aput? Her leader, Haoran Li, at least seemed to have not taken any offense. Even seemed, kind of friendly as they rode on. Though, of course that could change on the field...

After Brother Bik said his piece, she inclined her head. "As will I. I know fire nation lands. I can assist that way in our search. What places in particular have been rumored to contain the Avatar?"

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Once the group was assmbled, the group boarded the Bison, and away they went. Tikaani looked over the edge, and appreciated the view from how high up they were. He threw his arms up in the air. "WAHOO! This is so much fun!" He looked towards the others in his group. They didn't appear to be as excited about flying on a real life flying bison as he was. They were having a discussion amongst themselves.

"Yes yes. We'll find the Avatar. All will be well." Tikaani added. "I'm a Waterbending extraordinaire! I capable of pulling my own weight." He made some movements with his arms, and produced a small stream of water from the clouds. They were just water and air after all. "See? Nothing to worry about." He made more arm movements and swirled the water around himself. Then, he smirked, stuck out his arm. And splashed the Fire Nation girl with the water he was bending. "Oh my gosh! I am so sorry!" He said, feigning surprise. "Although, you looked like you needed to chill a little anyway!" The Water Tribesman giggled.

"Anyway, can we talk about the fact that we're actually on a flying bison having the adventure of a lifetime?" Tikaani's eyes went wide. "Just look at the view from up here!"

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Even though it wasn't shown on her face, Hinra was very much this close to soiling her clothes. Like some of her peers, it was also her first time riding a flying bison. She closed her eyes and breathed in the fresh air to calm her nerves as she felt her heart beating so fast, she felt like it was about to burst out of her chest. She wanted to scream her heart out but she couldn't, not when she was with company.

She was so wrapped up in her fear that she almost forgot that she was not alone on Yuya if her group didn't speak up. Hinra never met any of these people prior to their assembly so she was also curious as to what they were like. She opened her eyes just as Hao, an Airbender and their de-facto leader, spoke about his feelings and thoughts to the whole group. He seemed to look like the typical leader: serious and steadfast with a aura of kindness surrounding him. He's probably the most reasonable one among all of them.

Bik looked like the enlightened type, one who's always spewing out words of wisdom to his peers whether he was asked about it or not. He probably meant it with good intentions and besides, he gave off an 'approachable mentor' type of vibe. There were Ayuka who was more of a serious type and Tikaani who was the goofy, go-with-the-flow type of person. They were complete opposites of each other and Hinra feared that this would not bode well for their group.

Case in point: Tikaani used his waterbending and accidentally made Ayuka wet. Hinra just rolled her eyes and sighed as she proceeded to get a dry towel for Ayuka to use, putting it on her lap while secretly hoping they wouldn't notice her shaky hands before the young non-bending woman spoke, while also hoping they won't sense the fear in her voice. "I may not be a bender like the rest of you but I assure you that I will not be a burden in our group. I will also help in any way I can so you can all count on it." Hinra said before closing her eyes to calm her nerves again which seemed to the group that she was meditating.

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Easing into his team atop of Yuya was a transition in itself. They were even more colorful than he imagined. Acknowledging his team, Hao replied to Ayuka's question. "Shu Jing is our first stop, otherwise the rumors are spreading like wildfire throughout the Fire Nation. Nothing is concrete as of yet."

As he finished answering her question, the young waterbender began showing off his skills, conjuring a stream of water and splashing the girl. "Oh great," Haoran thought to himself, but as quickly as the situation started, the quiet Hinra chimed in assisting in diffusing the situation with a bit of kindness.

"You're a member of the White Lotus for a reason." The young commander said, reassuring the girl. "I trust you're skills are just as sharp as ours, bender or not."

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Ayuka took the towel with a quick "Thanks." Then used that and a bit of warming of the air to dry herself off while she glared at Tikaani. If he thought he was going to get away with this, he had another thing coming. This meant war. But how to best respond? Without seeming that unprofessional? She really didn't want her new leader to think any less of her.

She focused her attention back on Haoran, prepared for whatever he'd next say while keeping Tikaani in the corner of her eye and giving the towel back to, what was her name...that's right, Hinra! Then as she focused on Haoran, hands behind her, she heated up a puff of air without it turning to flame and sent it towards Tikaani's stupid face.

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Hinra looked at their leader. She imagined his age won't be that far off hers yet he spoke more maturely than her. Then again, Brother Bik spoke like a very mature and educated man too. She was sure her peers have accomplished more things than her at their age. She forgot about her fear of heights for a second when she thought more of the differences between them. Perhaps she should have heeded her parents' request to go out and explore the world when she was younger. Would she have turn out to be a different person than she was now if did that?

"Thank you for your kind words and for putting your trust in me. I promise that I won't let you all down." She said to him before nodding in respect to her peers, getting the towel back from Ayuka once she's done. Hinra gulped down her fear when she remembered they were still high up in the air as Ayuka blew hot air at Tikaani's face. "Hmmm... Now that I think about it, you all have shown what kind of bending you do. It's only natural for me to share what I can do too."

Hinra looked down at her open palm before closing it to form a fist. "My people were not born with the ability to control the elements like you all. Because of that, we needed to seek other ways of honing our skills to defend ourselves when danger came. We needed to be creative in order to survive." Hinra then looked up at her peers. "Simply put, I can do what is called 'chi blocking'. I can strike certain points to make a part of the body or the whole body paralyzed. I can also block certain chi paths in the bender's body to make them unable to bend for a time. I can make them move again and regain the flow of their chi too."

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "So yeah, that is what I can do. I also know how to cook too so there's that." Hinra said, realizing she had said more words to people other than her family more than what she intended to, making her blush a bit and look at the horizon. If her parents were here, they will be very proud of their daughter finally opening up to others nad making friends, one step at a time.

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Brother Bik

Seung Bik smiled and bowed to Haoran from where he sat, "We shall endeavour to not let you down Brother Li. We all bring something interesting to the table one could say. We are White Lotus it's true. And our range of Bending will triumph I'm sure." He bows his head to Haoran Li respectfully.

He looks up in time to see their Waterbender Tikaani splashed their Firebender Ayuka. He chuckled, "And thus it begins." He chuckled a little more and turned to study the Sky bison somemore.

But Hinra caught his attention. And upon revealing her talents. Bik had quite suddenly scuttled forward, "Wait, Sister Hinra are you saying what I think you are saying?" He looked at her, "You're a Chi Blocker?" Seung has the biggest grin on his face, "A real Chi Blocker, I can honestly admit and with great humility, that I have not yet had the chance to meet one of your folk. I've read much of you. In the journals and stories from Avatar Aang and Avatar Korra's times of course, but to actually meet one." He pulled back realizing he's gone into utter fanboy-scholar mode, "Ah your pardon. Perhaps while we're out here we can discuss your abilities? To add some more first hand knowledge on the Chi Blockers, and maybe experiment how your skill work first hand, yes I indeed mean you can smack me around abit. I hope you will grant me the honor of chronicling you and your abilities some Sister Hinra." He bows to her respectfully.

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Tikaani suddnly felt a puff of hot air hit his face. That could have only come from one person. He wasn't upset about it though. Tikaani simply giggled to himself. He had expected her to yell at him in front of everybody, and just make everything awkward. The fire girl had a sense of humor after all. That was good. Travelling with a stick in the mud was no fun.

Hinra revealed she was a chi blocker, and Tikaani's eyes went wide. "You're a chi blocker? Remind me not to get on your bad side. He was more interested in the fact that she could cook too. Tikaani loved food. "Ooh, I can cook too. Although... I'll admit, Water tribe cuisine isn't for everybody. Not everyone appreciates a good two headed fish soup the way I do!"


[System]
Class: Caster

Team: Red

True Name: Skuld, Wicked Elf Queen of Denmark

Art by 爱欧
Caster's appearance is one that betrays the drops of inhuman blood flowing in her veins, given that her skin is an unnatural pale pallor, and her ears can only be described as elvish in shape. She is 5'6", and weighs an amount known only to the dead. While her eyes are usually closed shut, when opened they are an unusual rich gold, with pupils that cannot be differentiated from the surrounding iris with only the sclera of her eyes looking as it should.

Sex: Female

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Attribute: Heaven

History: Once, long ago, a hideous woman bade a man to give her the boon of staying within his home. She then bade of him the right to his bed, and he accepted. Therein, the hag transformed into a vision of beauty and the man forced himself upon her; Thought to be a dream by the man, the woman vanished only to appear three days after with a baby nestled against her. This was Skuld, the woman who would bring ruin to the Danes, and herself be brought low by vengeance.

She would marry Haeroward, slay her own half brother, and cement her terrible power by raising an army, and then raising that same army from the dead to slay all who opposed her. Despite her great sorcery and terrible power, with her husband slain the wicked queen fell apart at the seams. All her waking moments were spent clutching his animated corpse, trapped in her own delusion of their private kingdom paradise. She was tortured endlessly for her betrayal, yet if asked about it, she would say she only regretted the death of her husband and would gladly die ten thousand times the same way if it meant he would have survived.

Personality: Caster is...unusual and idiosyncratic, to say the least. She is prone to being very upbeat, cordial, and incredibly polite when dealing with others, but has been shown to be capricious within her own workshop, often creating something and initially boasting that it was a major breakthrough, only to discard it mere moments later as "gutter trash" before resuming her work. She is most certainly a disturbing individual, very comfortable around both death and the dying, often seeking out those about to die in order to re-purpose corpses, or simply to amuse herself. She is not above using underhanded tactics, thinking that so long as minimal losses are assured for her side, anything is fair game.

In spite of her sinister nature, Caster proves to be somewhat...amicable to her allies. Caster, despite her macabre actions and rather sinister methodology of magecraft, is loyal to a fault. Her class of caster as well as her skillset being very unsuitable to a regular type of holy grail war results in her requiring an alliance with others, and, being in such a large one, Caster is more than content to oblige by the suggestions and orders of her fellow members of the ??? faction.

Parameters:
Strength: E
Agility: D
Endurance: C
Mana: A+
Luck: C

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Class Skills
Territory Creation: B
The capacity for a Magus to establish territory, usually for the purpose of collecting and restoring mana. At this stage, the creation of a "Workshop" is possible, and as such Caster's limit is that of a relatively small sized building or room, in which her mana will gradually restore itself. In her Workshop she is able to cast spells for significantly less mana cost. In addition, she can sense the presence of others within her territory.

Item Construction: B
The ability of a Caster class servant to create magical items. Due to her legend in life never detailing her as creating any objects, it is a relatively low rank. With this she can only create the most basic of objects that can serve a magical purpose, basic remedies, and rudimentary weapons. Naturally, none of these are on par with Noble Phantasms.

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Personal Skills
Seiðr: A+
A nordic form of magecraft that originated from the Vanir Gods . The magic itself is incredibly varied to the extent that if given enough time to parse the effects of a spell Caster is certainly able to replicate it with her extensive knowledge of Seiðr. In particular Caster's favored methods of using her magic are in the forms of enchantments, illusions, and necromancy. She is especially fond of the usage of necromancy, reflecting her legend as a literal raiser of armies. The magic itself is shamanistic in nature with a good number of spells requiring time to prepare. One of the most powerful spells she had ever conjured completely hid all of her husband's army, which amounted to over 10,000 warriors completely masked from senses both magical and physical. While she has nowhere near the capability to perform such a feat, making one person undetectable is well within her means.

Blood of the Sun: C
A weaker form of divinity formed from the link that elves shared with the Vanir and Aesir gods. As a half-elf, Caster's parameters have been given a slight boost, mostly to her Mana and Agility parameters, as well as her magecraft capabilities. This also confers with it a slight degree of Magic Resistance, at least on the level of D rank Magic Resistance.

Allegiance of Spirit: B
A skill that formed from Caster's deep unshakeable loyalty to those she most trusts. This skill can only affect a single person at a time and cannot boost a human master's capabilities, instead letting them tap into her workshop's mana reserves to replenish their own. Over the course of a Holy Grail War, the devotion Caster shows to a single individual can begin to manifest as a supplemental mana source that they are capable of drawing upon for whatever needs they have. In addition, the servant will find itself capable of drawing on the mana present within Caster's workshop if it finds itself in need of restoration of their health and staving off the effects of curses that damage the Servant. Once her trust is lost it cannot be regained. Caster can assign this skill to any target she has trust in at any time, changing who receives and benefits from the effects.

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Noble Phantasms:
Rank: B
Type: Anti-Army
Range: 1-100
Description: A summoning Noble Phantasm that uses a great number of corpses, numbering in the thousands. While the mana cost for this noble phantasm is staggeringly high, it can be lowered significantly with a tribute of over a thousand corpses. The summoned beings number in the tens of thousands, all skeletal recreations of those who fought and died for Heoroweard's quest for kinghood. Leading the charge himself is her reanimated husband, who's arms manifest only as a ghostly apparition, with a ghastly blade clenched between non-existent fingers.

The individuals skeletons and cadavers are relatively weak compared to any servant and have an equivalent stat of E-- at all times. Heoroweard's form is greatly strengthened via Caster's eternal love for him. In terms of stats, he himself would be on par with a powerful Saber class servant, capable of going toe to toe with nearly any normal servant in a Holy Grail war. He cannot, however, be summoned without the army being in place, and if enough of them are eradicated, Caster will have no choice but to end her Noble Phantasm early. In addition, any individuals killed within the radius of the Noble Phantasm with the exception of servants will be forced to rise and join the army, skin and flesh dissolving to free their bones for the endless march for the true king of Denmark.

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Christine Herphae & Thaleia
Their room in the hotel

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Thaleia blinked a bit as Hervor spoke, having to tilt her head backwards a bit to look the towering giant of a woman in the eye... Okay, she had no clue what to say here. How in the world does someone start explaining the modern world to someone... Well, Mother did, so she would probably be able to due it. But she still hadn't learned everything about everything yet, so how in the world was she going to do it! So lost in thought on what to do, she didn't actually really notice Hervor inspecting her, or leave to go to the window. She only noticed Hervor had left when she spoke up again, jumping slightly and looking at her.

Christine turned as she was addressed by her Servant, squinting at her for a moment... She wanted to punch her. Despite the fact that she'd more than likely break her hand on her face, at that moment, she wanted to punch her in that smug grin. Gritting her teeth, she jabbed a finger at that DAMN sword! "Oh I'll share my woes with you! Out of all the servants I could have summoned, I got one of the small selection with a CURSED weapon! Meaning that no, I cannot study the damn thing! Can't take notes, can't even see the thing! Half of the reason I was excited about this war was the fact I'd likely get to study some items from the Age of the Gods! Do you REALIZE how valuable that kind of information would be?!"

She proceeded to descend into a lengthy technical rant about how Mystic Codes had declined over time, and why being able to study something like her sword would be so valuable. Thaleia took a step up besides Hervor, letting out a small sigh and looking up at the towering woman again... Really was kind of intimidating being next to her. "S-Sorry about Mother, she is rather... passionate about her work. She'll get over it eventually, but for now, she's gonna be ranting for a while. I-If you want, we could see if any of the other members of the team are about? O-Or at least check out the area, see where everything is?"

[Assistant]
Blenda Eldberg

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Reclining in the chair in her room, Blenda studied the map of Çanakkale hung on the wall surrounded by the photographs of various landmarks and buildings of interest across the city with further notes attached to them giving a short description of the locales as well as the location of their base circles in bright blue marker. Sighing, she grabbed a pair of dice and rolled them on the table in front of her before closing her eyes for a moment. The ritual Hector Bahadir has devised was quite an interesting puzzle, she had to admit, up to and including accounting for, no, active inclusion of, enemy forces. So many moving parts and so many variables, some of which were so incredibly hard to predict the path of, and that was before one included Servants. Truly, a chaotic mess that would either blow up in the man's face spectacularly or succeed beyond anyone's wildest imagination.

Chuckling, she opened her eyes and leaned forward, looking at the dice. Three and nine. Still, of all Servants, she did not expect to summon Berserker, even one as apparently lucid as hers have so far been. Reckless as she may sometimes have appeared, she wondered what it said about her to draw the wielder of madness? Clicking her tongue, she dismisses her thoughts, irrelevant as they were to the situation.

"Berserker" she calls "would you prefer to familiarize yourself with the city or perhaps interact with our allies?"

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Archer of Blue - William

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Standing at the top of the mansion, William surveys the land before her, brows furrowed in concentration even though she sees with little clarity even things at the bottom of the building, directly underneath her. An interesting situation, to find herself in. She knew her way with a bow of course, what warrior would she be had she not after all, but to be summoned as the hero of the bow simply on the account of the way The Usurper have died... Snorting, she lets her mind wander. Being on the defensive is unusual enough for her as it is, but to know next to nothing of enemy's capabilities... Infuriating and worrying in equal measure. There are so many ways things can go wrong on a campaign caused by lack of information.

Shaking her head, she makes her decision. No time to dwindle, better be proactive and secure some additional ground beyond just main fort. One castle is all well and good, but it cannot hold entire country, no matter how well placed. No, she will need a lot more before she feels secure about letting the enemy approach.

First, the city. Then, the war. And after that... who knows, the world will be ripe for picking anew.

Master, I am venturing into the city to secure forward positions. She adds as an afterthought. It's hard to remember that she had a partner in this, with how quiet they were. But, perhaps, it was for the better that they left the war for those whose trade it was.

Smiling, William jumps down, ready to appropriate one of this era's steeds, motorbikes they were called if she recalls correctly. She was in a hurry, but not so much as to not enjoy a ride and survey of what would be hers.

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Caster of Red - Skuld

"Did you sleep well, my Master?"

Within the air above Jacob Arling, a slight change in pressure could be observed as something moved, flickering particles of light blue converging on a singular point before, as if the air itself was being painted over, the pallid woman that was his Servant emerged. Her feet were firmly pressed against the ceiling, transfixed as if her heels were bolted there like a chandelier before she released her hold on the material. Her descent was gradual, until she stood beside Jacob's desk, off to the left of his seat. Her eyeless gaze would fall upon him as she considered for a moment whether taking the chocolate was a good idea or not.

"I do not know much about the sweets of this time...but I would not turn down an offer from you. If anything is to be discussed first, then let it be this..." Skuld said, before the strange eyes she possessed opened and stared at Jacob.

"To win this war on your behalf, many will die. That is an unavoidable requirement of my Noble Phantasm. There cannot be victory without sacrifice, my master. Blood will fill the grail you seek, but you have time yet to reconsider," the elven caster said, before slowly fixing her gaze on the bar of chocolate, the pointed ears sticking from the sides of her head flicking to and fro in a wiggling motion.

"...What flavor is it?"


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G E N I

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"Oh yes, the past can hurt. But from the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it."
B A S I C I N F O
A G E

17

G E N D E R

Male

R A C E

Lion Faunas

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C O M B A T I N F O

W E A P O N
Apex Predator: A weapon forged in the aftermath of his most recent altercation with a student during his two week suspension. During this time, Geni chose to shed much of what reminded him of his past, which involved abandoning his beloved Ragnorok, and called for a new weapon, a new beginning. This was found in the creation of Apex Predator, a twin axeknife set capable of being infusing with dust, causing all kinds of devastating after affects; such as burning and freezing.

S P E C I A L T Y

Geni's fighting style hasn't changed all that much in 2 weeks, as he still prefers his acrobatic and flexibility display when fighting an opponent; but with this new weapon in hand, he finds himself having to adjust his style a bit more. Suddenly, he is capable of ripping through material defenses with his axes and the tip of his knife. Although he is far more skilled at dodging attacks, his newfound strength gives him the option of fighting straight through them, parrying techniques that would otherwise have been impossible for him to withstand with his old weapon. From and acrobatic rouge, Geni is slowly shifting into the role of a guerilla brawler; setting ambushes, using the element of surprise, and using his extraordinary mobility to harass the enemy, striking vulnerable points before fighting the enemy head on.

S E M B L A N C E
Lion King: Based on his current mental standing, Geni can summon one of two lions to the field of battle, one white colored if he's mentally stable, the other black if he's not. Twice as large as a normal lion, these animals have skin so tough that bullets struggle penetrate it, and sport claws as strong as steel. These felines follow Geni's every mental order and are connected to him on an other worldly level, capable of fighting along side him at anytime. Like any other lion, thier sense of smell, sight and hearing make them impeccable trackers and hunters; but his mental standing, is what makes them so different. While they share the same characteristics such as immense strength and speed, armored hide and powerful claws, thier fighting style differs. While with White Lion will nip and claw, assisting Geni, the Black Lion is a ferocious predator, doing anything to rips its enemy apart.

But this Semblance is not without its drawbacks. These lions are difficult to maintain over long periods of time, especially the Black Lion; at most, Geni can maintain a summon for no more than a few minutes before complete Aura depletion.

C O L O R

Gray

E M B L E M

A black and white striding lion.

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R É S U M É

P E R S O N A L I T Y
On the surface, Geni comes off as a rather silly and lighthearted person, frequently engaging in comical behavior and retaining his oft-present grin. He displays a childlike amusement for new situations whether or not they prove adverse or even potentially fatal, he has a penchant for wandering off on his own. Even with all these idiosyncrasies, Geni is extremely personable and has a particularly complimentary nature that easily gains him the friendship and trust of those surrounding him through his actions.

Of course, these aspects hide the complex and determined young man underneath. On the reverse side of his frivolous nature is his considerable shrewdness, which makes him quite capable of reading people and situations. Being singularly ambitious, Geni also has a remarkably tenacious will that allows him to overcome virtually insurmountable obstacles and accept inhuman burdens for the sake of his own goals. Geni has a considerable pride that will not stand for having his humanity insulted or condemned by his enemies, but he is also capable of shelving his pride if it becomes something that will stand in the way of his objective.

Geni is very protective of family and comrades, refusing to allow any harm to come to them and often deem their safety more important than his own in spite of his own personal ambitions and goals. He has to be reminded several times that his own safety is something upon which many people depend and he uses his loved ones as his primary motivation when all hope seems lost. As such, he becomes furious when observing those who willingly or remorselessly cast aside their own comrades or brethren and is sickened by the idea of superiors who reject their duty to those who trust them.

But Geni is not just a two-dimensional being with personal struggles, he battles with mental demons that plague him day and night. At times, Geni may seem like a totally different person; a scared veteran. This darker side of Geni stands as an inquisitive, apathetic observer most of the time, assessing people and situations while throwing out morality and the concept of grey areas as contaminating factors. Driven by such mindsets as "survival of the fittest" and "to the victor go the spoils", this Geni takes great pleasure in determining whether the will and/or strength of one person or party is capable of overpowering those of another and genuinely respects people of strong will and unshakable conviction, but cares little to nothing for the lives that are affected or even lost as a consequence of the conflicts that arise due to his actions. Even his own life is accountable to his unconventional ideals and he is only too glad to put his existence on the line.

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Being picked out for the last fight in Grimm studies, Diamond took it as a warm up for the PE to follow. The raptor like creature looked dangerous, but she observed one other thing on top of what the grimm's weaknesses were: The professor was going easy on them. First an inexperienced wendigo, a cub that would succumb to anger too easily. Then a sitting bull without it's pack. A broodling without an Ariadne. She figured it was a safe bet the Itzamna would be out of it's element too.

After letting it go on the offensive for a little while, she noticed the weakspot was the creature's back, it's tail too massive to react in time and forearms too short to block her blow. Using her semblance to first gain an altitude advantage, she quickly molded her shadow into the shape of a good ol' baseball bat and knocked the monster out with a single blow, theatrically gifting it back to the Professor to use in another class. Never let it be said she wasn't efficient.

She was wondering about the PE class. It seemed like the best pick of those offered to her, but she hoped it wouldn't be all ball games. She'd rather weights or even better martial arts were involved. Stopping by in the dorm to pick up a more proper attire than a coat and heels, she headed for the changing room next to the gym. She chose simple black shorts and a sleeveless crop top that revealed maybe a tad more than she liked, but it was easiest to move around. And something to reveal there was. What the coat and bell pants managed to hide perfectly was a fairly well trained figure gained by years climbing ledges, jumping rooftops, or killing her time with a punching bag.

Finishing up by putting on a pair of sneakers, she strolled into the gym. Nodding a hello to the only student inside, one she didn't remember from the previous class, she went to do her warm ups. She notices she should ahve tied her ponytail into a bun, as it started swinging wildly around in a flurry of red.

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Sapphire Rode - Armoury ==> Physical Education
Professor Chatsworth didn't make any more comment on Sapphire's excuse for why she'd not returned to class on time. Sapphire decided to take this as a sign that he believed her, regardless if he didn't he wasn't planning on busting her this moment.

Sapphire spent the rest of class sketching out ideas for a handheld clamp that could secure itself to a wall in a tenth of a second and detach just as quickly. It also needed to fit in the palm of her hand as well as being able to support two hundreds pounds, to be on the safe side and any sort of shock force that might be applies to it without falling off the wall.

As the bell rang Oswald, her opponent from Combat class approached her laughing about how she'd seen his semblance before there rematch. Sapphire had taken note of the way he'd vanished and reappeared in the middle of the conflict that had seized the class. Of course seeing a semblance and understanding it were too very different things. "My first instinct would have been to call it teleportation, but that is skill useful in close combat yet you didn't use it so it must be something different. You relocated too fast for it to be invisibility. That of course leaves augmented speed. There something special about it though, if you could move that fast in normal action you would have kicked my ass at the sparring matches. No my guess is... what? It allows you to cover long distances very quickly but its got some sort of minimum distance so using it close up is useless right? Well how'd I do?"

As she spoke Sapphire was packing up her sketchbook as well as her weapons in preparation for the next class, she was pretty sure she'd enlisted in Physical Education. Survival hadn't really held any appeal for her and it wasn't like she really needed Practice. Sapphire just hoped that it wouldn't just be work outs every class. While she didn't mind a bit of muscle building every now and again too much wasn't good for her. A lot of muscles meant that reflexes would be lowered just having to use it all. Her arms and legs despite being more powerful wouldn't move as quickly. On the whole she was hoping that PE would involve some unarmed combat, or perhaps parkour.

Sapphire didn't give much thought to what Oswald would think of her walking out of a conversation but she found herself not thinking it over too much. "I gotta get to class Oswald, see you later." She walked out the door.

Sapphire's current attire wasn't really suited to gym class. It was flashy and functional during a fight but for PE shouldn't want something that was a little looser. She stopped by her dorm room grabbing a set of gym appropriate clothing before using the girl's locker room to change. She came out wearing comfy running shoes, a pair of skin tight sweats and a tank top that showed off her figure. Not that she was trying, they were just the most function exercise wear she'd brought with her. The only thing from her normal outfit that Sapphire kept wearing was the green bandanna around her neck and the white gloves that hid the scars on her arms.

The overall effect was a less severely looking Sapphire somewhat lacking in her natural effect to make someone think she wanted them dead if they looked at her. Of course she still had a scathing glare on her face but otherwise she looked like a totally different girl as she started a pre workout set of Sun Salutations her coach had taught her, modified to reduce pressure on her damaged rib.

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Amy Desire, PE: Fortunately, there was enough time between Armory and PE for Amy to change. Still not enough to go by her dorm, but enough to grab her gym clothes out of her locker, hurtle into a bathroom stall, and change quickly. Out of the cutoff jeans and into athletic shorts. To be honest, didn't make that much of a difference in how much of her was covered, but it had other benefits. Not the least of which was looking halfway normal.

Well, as normal as any half-Faunus that looked like Amy in exercise clothes could look.

Speaking of a lack of normalcy... Amy recognized that flurry of red hair. And quite a lot of the rest of that woman.

"Diamond Frost. Imagine... seeing you here." The glance that went once over her entire body was almost imperceptible.

[Assistant]
Aurellius Bellum - PE

Aurellius was very saddened at the fact that the Standing Bull's horn had evaporated, leaving him with burning muscles and a ruined pride. Well, his pride wasn't ruined in the slightest, but it was still kind of depressing how his trophy was gone. He had gone so far as to harm his system to get something out of it, but to have said prize just dissipate wasn't what he had aimed for. The muscles in his armed ached a fair bit, he suspected a bit of ripping, but it really didn't matter. The pain always went away.

After finishing watching Diamond beat the shit out of a velociraptor, Aurellius stood up from his cross legged seat on the grass like most of the people when the bell rung loudly. With a thumbs up to Diamond as he left, he sighed as he rounded a corner. Aurellius had noticed the few looks given to him when he surprised them with his semblance. He could've easily killed the bull with a stream of lead, but of course, he had to take it the theatrical way.

Not that he didn't like that way, it was certainly a better way than nothing, but man did his arms hurt.

It took Aurellius around five minutes to get changed in preparation for Physical Education. He settled for a light blue on grey jogging suit, stowing away Ascalon on his way there. The clothing of course was made of very fine material. On arrival to PE, he noticed Diamond had gotten there first, along with a few he only slightly recognized.

Not hiding his lucrative stares at the womanfolk, he spoke up. "Top of the morning to you ladies and gents. I hadn't thought PE would be Co-Ed, but who am I to complain about the show?"

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Geni Hung - PE

Geni nodded hello at the Red head that had walked in. She was looking... nice. Geni could not help but stare at the ladies as they walked into the gym one by one. They all were wearing tight fitted clothing that showed off more that enough for Geni. He had not realized that there were girls in a PE class, it was a thing that he was used to. Geni really did not mind, he liked the co-ed thing they had going on here.

Geni waved at Sapphire and Amy also when they had walked in. They were socializing and "working out" while he was up in the bleachers simply staring and smiling. "Werido." He said to himself as he shook his head. Geni glanced at the student who had just strolled into the gym. He was styling a blue and grey jogging suit, it was not Geni's preferred colors but they were alright.
Geni could no help but burst out in laughter at the boys comments on the girls attire. He agreed with the boy all the way, this was a kid Geni was already starting to like. Geni held his stomach to calm himself down, it was starting to hurt from all his laughter. "I, agree!" He said wiping a tear from his eye.


[System]
Age: 20

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance: Standing at about 5'9" tall, Tiral has a fairly average build for his age, which is kind of strange considering how he's perpetually surrounded by the other Iron Rose Knights who seem to be much sturdier than he. His light brown hair is cut short, but has found a way of remaining a shaggy mess that barely avoids his eyes, even while he is wearing armor. More often than not, though, Tiral opts to avoid the usage of any large plate armor or metal armor, instead only wearing stronger equipment over his vitals and leaving the rest under regular leather garb. His sword will often times be sheathed at his side, ready for combat at a moment's notice.

Personality: Tiral is... Actually fairly deliberate for a knight, if not somewhat bored by the peace of everyday life. His journeys at a young age meant he was already able to experience life in the real world, and since then the dusty old libraries that the mages hold in such high regard have been... Well, fairly dull. This doesn't mean that he isn't devoted to his work, but rather that he does not wish to learn anything unless he finds it interesting. Even so, his patience when it comes to such things is unparalleled. Or maybe it's just the fact that he can slap some ice onto people's mouths when he's trying to focus. That too.

Brief Backstory: Having been orphaned a young age due to an illness that wiped out the rest of his village, Tiral was taken in by a priestess of Mayon who was moving with a group of travelers to bring aid to those in need. Though he was never explicitly religious, he greatly appreciated the efforts put forth to save his life, even then. As he grew up alongside these people, the priestess soon found that Tiral had an aptitude for magic. With a recommendation from her (and the goading of those around her), Tiral went off to the capital to further his studies of magic. Sadly, the monotonous life of a studying magician was not quite what the then-young boy had expected of magic.

It was then that he heard of the Iron Rose Knights, whose feats were oft recorded in the books he was forced to pore over. Deciding that the life of a knight was much more entertaining than the life of a magical scholar, Tiral packed up his things once more and went to join the order. Learning the sword came about as easily as magic did to him, but the combination of the two (and his somewhat strange insistence on learning both at once) made him particularly noteworthy among that year's recruits. Since then, Tiral has been honing his abilities, both magical and physical.

Equipment: Other than his rather 'unique' set of armor, Tiral wields a shortsword and a small ceremonial dagger. While the sword is standard-issue, the dagger is mainly used as a catalyst for some of Tiral's larger spells. It may be used as a glorified kitchen knife, but he'd probably never stand for that. More often than not, this dagger is tucked away in his shirt or under his breastplate, but it never leaves his person.

Skills: Contrary to many of his peers, Tiral has chosen not to solely specialize in the way of the blade; rather than just being proficient with his shortsword, Tiral is also proficient in the usage of magic in combat. This magic, focusing mainly on the manipulation on water and ice, has become particularly noteworthy for those who are particularly religious. He, quite frankly, just sees it as sort of a coincidence; his specialty being water does not mean that anything was pre-ordained by the gods.
Probably.

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Sir Garrett

Sir Garrett eyed the two new individuals who had joined the battle. Things were getting out of hand and frankly. It felt an awful lot like they had been expected which was impossible really. Unless the nem had been on the inside. SIr Garrett highly doubted that as he eyed the two newcomers. Clearly conspirators to the assassination given that one of them had just spoken about the Nem's sister. With a smooth motion Sir Garrett dropped the mace he was holding and drew the flat bladed sword from his belt; launching himself across the distance between himself and assailant wielding a crossbow he dipped his frame low and moved at a surprising speed for his bulky frame.

With a bellow like thunder the Hill Knight brought his sword down cleaving for the crossbow wielder's weapon. It was an impractical weapon for fighting in such confined spaces. Once it was fired the wielder would be next to useless. Hopefully the shot missed or was leveled at someone else. Sir Garrett was a rather large target so it wasn't inconceivable that he would become the most obvious. Regardless the cramped space would work to his advantage as there was little room for the assailant to flee and Sir Garrett was much faster than he appeared without his bulky armor.

What does it feel like to fight like you were born to dear brother? You must enjoy feeling like one of your kin again.

Sir Garrett brushed off the voice. A remnant of a past that still clawed at him in the dark. It would not halt him. His blade would not falter as it flashed through the space between him and the crossbow wielder. The stroke was dead on to cut through the conspirators weapon.

[Assistant]
As Tyaethe ran, it seemed there were no other traps.

Until...

"MY ENEMIES BURN!"

A coffin tucked into the wall on the right side of the small, sprinting girl suddenly seemed to glow red and twist inwards on itself... before erupting like an ignited pot of oil into a ball of flames. In spite of the loudly-declared spell, it was the force rather then the flames that was the danger here. Either Tyaethe would dodge, or she'd be knocked across the room by the sheer force of the blast.

"BEHOLD THE CLEANSING FIRE, GIRL!" declared the voice. Soon enough, the assailant was revealed, a man in his forties with a thick beard, clad in a red robe. His eyes were wild, a ball of fire burning in the palm of one of his hands. "YES, FLAMES! THE FIRE OF DEATH AND REBIRTH! THIS KINGDOM WILL BURN! BUUUURN!"

Regardless of Tyaethe's action, his single-action spell activated and he let out a wave of flames from his palm. It seemed hard to believe someone this... loud was one of the six conspirators, but he was. Only two remained unaccounted for.

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For the crossbowman, a great deal of things happened at once. A beast of ice, a thrown statue, and an assault from one of the knights... He twisted out of the way, in an almost imhumanly fast motion. In fact, there was no way a human could accomplish such a move... He immediately sprang up, pushing off the wall with one foot to land himself behind his attackers, his crossbow loaded far too quickly. As he leveled it at the back of the knight who'd attacked him directly, it became clear that the hood had fallen back, revealing his face.

Beneath he was a handsome, clean-shaven young man, looking no older then his early twenties. His skin was almost bleached white, his eyes crimson, his hair dark... and his grin revealed fangs.

"Ah ah ah, did you think it was that easy?" the grinning vampire said, "Come on, show me something interesting this time."

He cocked his head to one side.

"After all, Alvor's doing a wonderful job of showing your Captain some Barukstaed hospitality, isn't he?"

Had... had the paladin killed two surrendering men...? There wasn't any time to bring that up now, though. Fanilly sprang back as the axe slammed into the ground before her. She swore she saw the stone break from the impact, but it was hard to tell. She had to keep moving. The man's strength was unquestionable, but his speed was not. Her advantage lay there, as she darted to the side to avoid another blow. The axe slammed into an undisturbed coffin, smashing the wood apart to reveal... nothing?

There was a necromancer here, but the coffin hadn't been touched in years... Well, there wasn't any time to focus on that!

It was around this moment that the paladin charged. While the blow would have been devastating, the armored man noticed too quickly, managing to quickly step out of the way, albeit barely.

Remembering the training her family had given her, and taking advantage of the man's distraction, Fanilly placed one foot firmly forward as the armored warrior raised his axe again. His arm, exposed and at a poor angle for deflection...! The edge of her sword bit into his flesh and drew blood. Alvor roared with anger at being so quickly injured, and Fanilly was swiftly brought to a realization that her attack had not been timed so well as she though.

An impact reverberated through her armor, a shock of pain up her back, as his arm slammed into her back. She tumbled and rolled across the ground with a yelp of pain, but drove one hand out to stop herself, her gauntlet scraping against stone and tossing up sparks.

Alvor was swiftly advancing on her, and the girl pushed through the pain(thank Mayon for the sturdiness of her armor) to throw herself from the path of his attack, his axe slamming down onto the ground where she had just been.

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Tyaethe barely took note of the warping coffin: like everything else intended to stop the knights in this defiled tomb, she had no intention of pausing to deal with it. She could just run past whatever was going on and reach the bottom without being paused. It was definitely a possible approach, provided that nothing was slowing you down. For instance, having much shorter legs than you were really expecting and a consequently slower top speed.

Instead of outrunning the explosion entirely, it instead got her from behind as the originator revealed himself. The white-haired girl did the only thing that she could: twist her body round so that the sword might get him and trust in her speed to not be set aflame. Landing afterwards was, fortunately, the easiest part and once back to her feet... the paladin kept going. Sure, there was a pyromaniac--and the possibility of being slightly aflame--but that could be put off until she was ready to stand and fight everything down here.

Probably.

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Sir Garrett

As the man launched himself through the air Sir Garrett snarled. He'd seen such movements before, the possessed had done such a thing when the Shaman had taken them over. Sir Garrett didn't think but as soon as he heard the light footsteps of the inhuman land behind him Sir Garrett whirled dropped his body and lashed out with the blade before twisting his body to the left and continued with his brutal onslaught. Inhuman strength or speed meant little. Eventually one of the Knights would bring the creature down. It was simple math. With its positioning the vampire had its back turned to the other Knights and if it turned to deal with them SIr Garrett was going to cut its head clean off.

Twisting his blades Sir garrett chuckled. "I don't know what you are but I'm looking forward to sending you back to whatever afterlife you escaped." Turning himself sideways Sir Garrett grinned at the Vampire. Stepping forward he turned himself sideways. It was a gamble but his mace was lying on the ground behind the Vampire and the range he was at was awful for a crossbow shot. It left the vampire completely vulnerable.

"Why would you jump into the middle of a group of Knights, you really are foolish aren't you." Pity I don't have my mask. That would make this much more appropriate Twisting his body slowly and shifting his blade Sir Garrett continued to back the Vampire towards his comrades.

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With the crossbow-wielding assailant having just revealed himself as a vampire, Tiral bit him lip before directing his construct to turn around and continue chasing. Though it had barely managed to dodge the statue (what sort of person threw statues, anyhow?!), the ice creature's momentum certainly looked shot. Maybe it was because the idea was still experimental...?

Ah, well. It was worth a shot, at least. Maybe he could look into it more after his initial curiosities. But first, taking care of this man... Probably took priority. Right.

Leaving the ice beast to chase as it pleased, Tiral took note of the positions of everyone in the area as best he could, withdrawing from the front lines for a moment to begin another spell. So long as he could differentiate between ally and enemy...

"Damn, this sort of thing would be MUCH easier if he had time to prepare beforehand!" he cursed inwardly before completing his incantation and kneeling to the ground, slipping his knife between a gap in the bricks at his feet. A cool blue light enveloped the blade as a single stream of water began to slip in between, seeping into every nook and cranny as it traveled along. Near allies, the water remained in place, while against enemies, the water would freeze as they moved across it at defrost as they left. For the most part, though, it was just water, which lessened the burden of having to manually control when things would freeze up.

This sort of method felt a bit more comfortable, at least. Admittedly, maybe a mission like this wasn't the best place to experiment with styles of combat, but... Well, the earlier he figured out what he could use from the notes, the better. The Court Mage had mentioned a few things about efficiency, and though he was already looking into streamlining his own magil usage, well... This sort of maneuver seemed to work.

Granted, it might also be possible to repurpose this sort of spell for other uses, but that could be handled after this ordeal was resolved.