[System]
Note to self: Don't forget to update the bio.
Age: 19
Role&Kingdom: Crown prince of Hiertania/Escapee
Skill and/or Weapon:
-Luthier is a capable swordfighter, his blade of choice is a rapier.
-Luthier is skilled at negotiation because of his Monarch-training.
-Luthier is an amazing (ballroom) dancer.
-Luthier is a capable tactician, though he lacks any practical experience.
-Luthier has a good grasp on politics, geography and economy as he would need those as a monarch.
Personality:
Luthier is an earnest, good-hearted youth. He is usually calm and level-headed, but may occasionally show some erratic behavior. While Luthier believes education is important, he believes emotions are equally important. He can't help but smile when he's doing something he enjoys.

Biography:
Growing up, Luthier was raised to be the main heir to the throne. In terms of strength Luthier could never keep up with his younger brothers, but he tries hard and is smarter than his brothers. During his childhood, Luthier was often teased by the other kids for looking as frail and vulnerable as he did. As a result of the other kids' teasing, Luthier spent a lot of time in the stables, taking care of the horses.

Later, when Luthier started his studies he would spend most of his days in his room studying, by lack of something better. He still went to the stables most days, where he'd feed the horses and generally just unwind.

(I kept it fairly simple, sorry if you'd expected more)

Appearance:
Luthier is short and looks fairly frail, if you knew nothing about the royal family you probably wouldn't believe he is the oldest.

Extra:
Because of all the time he spent at the stables, one particular horse -a completely white horse called Marrow (yes, like the bone)- really liked the prince and would obey him, but would hardly obey others.

(Hider title is inaccurate)

[User]
"Well, if there were only one nation, there couldn't very well be animosities between them, could there? But in more seriousness, weddings and common enemies would probably be the best chances at peace. And it's the common enemy angle I would push. Unless you want to run off to Hiertania and marry one of their dull-haired princes."

The second princess listened carefully as the jovial man replied to her question, smiling as he did so ... it was rather obvious the ambassador had meant what he said as a joke, but ... was he wrong?

Faylinn of course had toyed with such thoughts periodically, but instantly discarded them after a few brief thoughts. Those meat eaters were violent, hateful people who prided themselves in their power to push others down. But even hearing the man across from her joke about the possibility led it some credence ...

... and surely they couldn't all be bad? The Princess' eyes had drifted upwards to the tops of the tallest of trees as she wondered about not every one of them could be awful, even the royalty. Sure, many of them had dark hair, ate other beings, and thought of her people as hardly being human, but ... weren't these the same people who had the ideals of chivalry in their blood, and sometimes even a certain sense of justice?

And what if those princes on believed her people to be inhuman because they had never even met one of her kind? As a princess, hopefully her status would grant her sufficient ability to remain in their courts for a period of time. And what if the king or a high-strung prince became her friend or even fell for her? Wouldn't they respect her people then, and consider them allies?

The sixteen year old hadn't even noticed the approach of the other woman, and as her eyes returned to the courtyard she seemed surprised at the ladies presence. "Oh um ... hi Sky?" For a second, the princess shook her head to collect herself. She shouldn't make her thoughts so obvious. "So ... what did mom say? Do we have a plan for these recent events?"

@Tsar Gatto

The older man hardly took notice as the sounds of marching signaled the second prince's personal servant brining in breakfast in nigh military fashion, or the sounds of the first prince's hellions being scolded for being so childish. Castle life had always changed in his time, but it always remained the same as well with the characters around him only changing in name and appearance.

But damn wasn't the appearance of this maid serving him breakfast rather fine. Striking hair that flowed in long strands, a near regal facial structure as if she was the queen of all servants, and an ample bossom suggesting maturity as a woman. Adelbrand was far too old to have his thoughts become obvious, but this lady here would be fine to talk to!

With surprising speed, the sixty-something year old man consumed his breakfast with a fervor and enthusiasm rare within him. Soon enough, he had stood up, wiped the crumbs from his beard, and after a little travel around the castle before stumbling upon the beauty grabbing a small sword and swinging it in the most horrid, terrible, clumsy fashion possible.

In spite of that, the man thought he spotted some rare talent as the muscles in her back moved in an ... interesting manner. After delivering a quick bow to the second prince, he approached the black haired woman. Walking up behind her, he gently took the sword from her hands, placing Sterklinge into her palms as the target was in front of her. "Personally, I couldn't ever wield one of those twigs. Always snapped too easily." The other sword soon found itself placed into the weapon racks.

Once he returned to being behind her though, the man placed his hands on her soft hips and forced the maid into a position somewhat resembling a proper stance. "Back in my day, the ladies never fought. But if you are defending yourself, do it right." Pushing down slightly on her shoulders, he made a few minor adjustments to ensure that her knees were bent, feet positioned properly, and body ready to spring out with an attack. "Now sweetheart, put your body weight into it. Think of the target as a dirty brigand on the road."

@AtomicNut@chiru

[Assistant]
Adrian de Hiertania

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Not for the first time, Adhemar's angry expression that he shot Adrian's way during their stare down actually filled the regent with relief. He wasn't sure what he would have done if his brother had been connected to the brigands that were terrorizing their borders, but he thankfully wouldn't have to worry about such a thing as those furious eyes did not hold a drop of guilt in them. Of course, he had trampled all over the king's nerves, but that happened every other day regardless so it was no big loss. And it thankfully looked like he had not pushed too far, as the only death threats his brother was issuing was not directed at him. All in all, that sounded like a win in Adrian's book.

But still, his brother's dismissal left Adrian with a rather bitter taste in his mouth. His expression remained aloof and disinterested, but he couldn't help but feel like there had to be a better way to get information out of his brother. Adhemar was given a curt nod, and with that Adrian turned on his heel and made for the poor, battered door. Ever since Adhemar had taken the crown, or perhaps even before that, the two brothers had never been able to talk like they used to when they were only boys. It was difficult to say whether it was due to the pressure of ruling a kingsom or the distance that came with Adrian's time in the military, but their relationship had become almost unbearably strained. Perhaps it was time for him to own up to his part in that.

"You know Addy," he said, his voice uncharacteristically quiet as he spoke the name of a child that he suspected had died a long time ago, "I intend to keep the promise I made to you. I realize I don't live up to your ideal of a good ruler and that my methods are anathema to you, but I am truly doing the best that I can." His hand was on the door, but he turned his head so that one brilliant golden brown eye could meet his brother's dull ones once more. "If you have a problem with that, then hurry up and get better so that I can get back to what I'm good at." The door opened with a small creak of protest, but Adrian didn't wait for a response - didn't expect a response - from his brother. And for once, he closed the door quietly and respectfully.

Adrian descended the stairs normally, which in itself was hardly normal, as a sinking feeling took hold over his gut. He hoped it was just paranoia or that he was simply experiencing a rare bout of remorse, but he couldn't shake the idea that something terrible was about to unfold. Thankfully, the sight of Galeran took the regent's mind off of this odd feeling, so with his usual smirk and an obnoxious wink, he greeted his infallible manservant. "You are truly the most perfect butler that a noble could ask for my dear friend. My brother was just sending a maid for you." It was difficult to tell from his tone and face whether he was praising the man or teasing him. "I can trust you found that vase for me, yes?" he asked with an expression of complete innocence, even though he couldn't recall for the life of him what kind of vase he had sent the man after. They both knew this fact, and he suspected that he would soon have to find a new way to rid himself of the capable individual, but Adrian liked to believe that his antics caused the two to form a sort of begrudging respect for each other.

Before Galeran could respond though, Adrian dismissed his own question with a wave of his hand. "Never you mind," he said with a small smile. "I should not keep you from meeting with my brother and I am sure you would rather I get back to those hazardly piled stacks of papers that are waiting ever so diligently for me on my desk." And with that, Adrian continued down the stairs, the usual spring in his step back in full force. It wasn't in his nature to become consumed by such worries, so for now he would simply get back to his never ending pile of work.

Well, at least for the time being he would. Things inevitably found a way to go awfully astray when he was left alone with such a task as monotonous aa signing papers.

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Galeran had been waiting quietly and at attention at the bottom of the staircase. The only way to tell that he was feeling a bit frantic was his right index finger tapping against his left palm behind his back. The area did have a window at the other side of the room and it was at that time that the manservant went to move to open up the curtains. There was no reason to reprimand someone for tidying of his stature and it would help him do something instead of just being left to his thoughts. Galeran had heard first hand how the King treated his charge, and he could never say he liked it. It was very true that Adrian needed some more discipline in his life, but the way he seemed to think his brother was a brutish idiot didn't sit well with him.

Everyone could always tell when Adrian came down the stairs or through the halls. First, there were the loud steps and then his large stature, his pace was usually quite excitable. So when his charge came down quietly, his voice startled Galeran from his found chore. Without showing off his surprise however, he gave a short bow to Adrian and took in his current mood. The fact that he had come down the stairs so quietly must have meant he was in quite a somber mood. His expression had switched back to his normal exterior, which meant the situation wasn't as bad as his execution being imminent.

It was a relief to hear that the King was asking for him. Maybe if he was carefully he could get some information from the man on the events so far, considering the King thought he was the other half to Adrian's governing as Regent King. If only he wasn't given medial tasks such as that godforsaken vase then even more work could be done for the country.

Thinking this was permission to speak, Galeran was about to give confirmation when his charge waved his reply off into the air. The conversation would have to be quick with the King if Adrian was to be left alone while he was away. Before he could give a good farewell, Adrian was already heading down the stairs. The maid that was supposed to have notified him to come to the King came down the stairs. Since Galeran had slightly higher standing, he was a permanent fixture while the King's maids were changed often as the shame of the King's appearance was too much, he asked the servant to get someone to follow Adrian back to his study in order to have him better focused and bring along some kind of snack as well.

Once that was settled, Galeran headed upstairs and gently knocked on the abused doors before being given permission. There had always been a heavy aura around King Adhemar de Hiertania, even in his sickly state. While there hadn't been anything covering him when his brother had been inside, a sheer curtain had been put down around the canopy to blind onlookers of his symptoms. Unfortunately, his coughing and hoarse, quiet voice could not be hidden so easily.

[Assistant]
Returning to his studies, Luthier found Dulcie and Rosetta waiting for him, whose conversation died the moment he walked through the door. Almost right after he entered, Maribelle returned with a mountain of food, presenting Luthier a "proper breakfast". Luthier was shocked at the amount of food she'd brought, he wasn't sure how she'd carried all of it here, but he did know for certain he wouldn't be able to eat it all. Luckily, the food was put aside as the maids put their effort into ensuring Luthier had the look of a true royal. Arrogant and snobby

After getting him freshed up, there was no escape for Luthier. The maids insisted he eat his proper breakfast. Seeing no other way to escape the intimidating mountain of food, Luthier called upon what authority he had. Ordering the maids to partake in the break-feast, the pile of food was -to Luthier's relief- quickly finished. Thanking the maids for their efforts and concern, Luthier soon dismissed them and turned to his studies. He really appreciated having the maids around, but sometimes they were just a bit too much for him. Despite this, they were some of the few people he could hold a normal conversation with.

The subjects of Luthier's studies were tough, covered much and were generally uninteresting. Relishing the occasional distraction of a maid bringing snacks or generally checking to see if he was still there, Luthier managed to endure studying through the afternoon.


[System]
Are you a boy, or a girl?: Girl

Age: 27

Personality: Diana Artemisia is the quintessential "smart kid". Cautious and always a step ahead, Diana sought to outperform her peers as she grew up. Growing up with two strict disciplinarians for parents, it's no surprise that she excelled in school as much as she did. Always striving to be the best, always stepping on the competition. That has been Diana's entire life. This doesn't mean she's heartless, though; Diana has a deep fondness for Pokemon, and she is actually very passionate about scholarly pursuits. She gives respect to those she deems worthy of it, and can be very lively despite her rigorous upbringing. Discussing topics she cares for can bring out excitement to the point of where she begins speaking faster than most can understand. Diana has a particular interest in Pokemon genetics, as well as military tactics and history; this has manifested in her having some significant battle prowess. Diana does indulge in some pride, though she knows better than to openly boast to people. Socially speaking, Diana is comfortable with people, though she would secretly rather be tending to her beloved Pokemon.

Skills: Wields a Yumi in combat, which is fitted with a Psychic gem that allows her to use ranged Psychic attacks, as well as allowing her to "aim" with her mind; while this takes more concentration, it allows for more deadly accuracy. Social skills from being raised among nobility. Intense studies have given her good knowledge of Johto history. Skill with archery while mounted.

History: Diana Artemisia grew up in a house of elite nobility. Her mother had complications giving birth, leaving Diana as her first and last child. As a result, heavy expectations were placed on Diana's shoulders from an early age as the sole heir to her parents' wealth and status. Diana's mother was more of an academic influence, while Diana's father-a general of the Johto army-introduced more military-centric interests in her. Through strict parenting, Diana became a combination of both. She excelled in school, due to the pressure she received from her parents to outshine her peers. When she wasn't studying, Diana was rigorously training under the supervision of her father. Not one for garish fighting up-close, Diana selected the Yumi as her weapon of choice. It allowed her to supervise her terrain more carefully while still damaging her opponent. Honing this skill over many years has given her great skill, increased further by her skill with Psychic-type attacks.

When she was 10, Diana's father gave her a gift: her first Pokemon, an Abra (though in the form of an egg). Part of Diana's training regimen became dedicated to caring for the egg. She was so devoted that she even took it to school with her, fearing for what might happen if she let it out of her sight. When the Abra hatched, she gave it the name Imperium, meaning power. While Diana was frustrated at first with her new Abra's lack of strength, some tough love eventually helped it become stronger. Carefully coordinated training helped the Abra evolve into a Kadabra, and eventually an Alakazam (though that came in Diana's adulthood). Upon showing that she was capable of properly tending to and caring for Pokemon, Diana's father gave her two more Pokemon to raise, descended from his own team of Pokemon: a Ghastly (that would eventually become a Gengar) and a Growlithe (that would eventually become an Arcanine).

Upon reaching the age of 18, Diana chose to follow in her father's footsteps and enter the military, though not in a typical position. She directly assisted her father, learning from him and his peers in the Johto military leadership. She rose to some prominence after her father retired, earning respect for her ability to balance military prowess and scholarly knowledge. Fiercely loyal to her home kingdom, Diana aims to serve her king as best she can. So when she was told to accompany Prince Hemlock on a conquest of Kanto, she obeyed without question, despite Prince Hemlock's...reputation for instability. Kanto was lazy; their king was on the verge of giving his land to his son, what better time to strike than now? Armed with her yumi, her Pokemon, and her wit, Diana set out to Kanto alongside the Prince and his army. This was her chance to finally exceed her parents' expectations, to cement a little place in history for herself.

Pokemon: An Alakazam named Imperium, a Gengar named Doctrina, and an Arcanine named Litera.

Equipment: A Yumi fitted with a Psychic gem that allows Diana to use ranged psychic attacks, a set of leather armor with steel plating over the chest, with a Mind Plate
at the center that creates her mental connection to her yumi. She also has a robe that she wears over her armor. 6 apriballs (only 3 are in use) and a large sum of money.

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Chiyome's eyes widened as Daiki basically announced their plans out loud, and had to restrain herself from smacking him across the face right then and there. "This is supposed to be private," she hissed under her breath, before looking around to see if anyone had heard. Nobody was paying any attention to them, so perhaps they got lucky. Chiyome sighed before turning her attention back to Prince Teal. She had to keep her composure, or somebody would start paying attention to them. The Prince seemed unperturbed despite Daiki almost blowing their cover; perhaps it was something he'd learned to do over time. She felt relieved that the Prince agreed with them, at least, given the situation they were in. Now wasn't the time to turn to the three Lords, not until things got a lot more serious. Still, Chiyome made a note to try and grab an Apriball if she ever got the chance. They just might need it at some point.

Chiyome listened carefully to the Prince's next words, nodding in agreement when he suggested that they leave. She figured that staying in one place for too long would be risky, and risk was not something they could afford to have. Though, she did wonder just how they would go about traveling, given that she usually traveled by flight with Sora. The Prince had his Rapidash, but it appeared that the "Pokemon expert" traveled mostly on foot. Sora usually had to carry Nakami and Kotsu as well as Chiyome herself, and Chiyome did not want to have to be slowed down by traveling on foot. She'd be happy to scout ahead on Sora before they went anywhere, but they could probably figure out the logistics of traveling later. For now, they should try to get out of town as quickly and quietly as possible.

"Yes, we should head to Fuchsia City as soon as possible. Having a monopoly on the Johtoan supply line will be of great benefit to us," Chiyome said before standing up out of her chair. "Kotsu, Nakami, we'll be on our way." Chiyome was grateful for the fact that, at least right now, they wouldn't have to worry too much about being followed. Not even the messengers were allowed to read the correspondences that they deliver, given the sensitivity of the information. And the existence of this meeting was definitely sensitive information. This eased Chiyome's paranoia somewhat, but she knew that once they actually started interfering with the Johtoan invasion, they would all need to be on the lookout. The Prince would easily be captured and hauled across the sea as a prisoner if they weren't careful enough. And given that she was assigned to prevent exactly that, the pressure was...almost overwhelming. After all, her failure would likely mean the downfall of her entire kingdom. She shrugged her fear off, deciding that the best way to ease that fear was to do her job well. After all, she didn't have much choice.

[Assistant]
Location - Off the Shore of Kanto

The prince smiled the short distance to Diana, and watched with clear interest on how the gears turned in her head. She may not approve of this strategy, but in truth if they waited to long they'd risk losing the prince's scent. Time was a finicky matter, and receiving a message from the future meant he had to act soon. The prince turned to one of the guards, who approached with a set of traveling cloaks, and masks. Of course there would be masks. If the kanto soldiers knew exactly who was chasing them that could be a danger, or they could warn others. Or worse, they could be spotted by one of the soldiers from Johto. That would put Prince Yew on the trail of Prince Teal... They couldn't have that. This was Hemlock's hunt. Taking the first cloak, and the mask of Lugia, the legendary pokemon who ruled over Johto. One day... He'd own more than just a mask in the visage of the legendary guardian. The other masks on offer were of Ho-Ho, clearly for Diana, and the three soldiers joining them would be using the legendary dog trio.

"Excellent choice." Hemlock said, once Diana had made her choice. In truth, he only ever planned to use that plan. The offerings may very well have just been a test. Maybe... She could have chosen any of them and he'd still think of it as going according to some kind of plan. Somedays he wasn't entirely sure what he was thinking. Celebi once said that it was because he was always trying to think 4th dimensionally. The fourth dimension being time. "Diana, I know you have your reservations about this kind of strategy, but if we take too long, than Prince Teal will be out of my grip. And, my future self will lose his scent." This was the important part. The future was an ever malleable mess, and unless he operated in a very specific manner he may just end up losing it. "We leave now. He leapt onto Famine, the aerodactyl hissing as the human's weight rested on its mounted back. "Diana, you will go to ground with one other soldier, and I shall be in the sky alongside the other two. We'll be utilizing the cloud-line to hide us, and we'll be waiting for your signal." He turned to the other soldier, who luckily possessed a fire pokemon capable of creating a make-shift flare that could be seen from above. This operation would rely entirely on the element of surprise. By going into the cloudline, they were avoiding detection from any surveillance, and if they had two on the ground, it'd be easier to write off as mere travelers.

Taking into the sky, it wouldn't be too long of a trip. Diana would most likely be flying alongside them, for the first part of the plan of course. Pidgeottos were known for their legendary speed, and most of all, this operation worked best as a get in and go out. And if that failed, even being able to identify Prince Teal and his troops would be infinitely useful in the long run if the short run wasn't an option.

"Diana... I want you to know, I have faith in your abilities." Hemlock said, only looking ahead. Aerodactyl managed to keep pace with the bird pokemon, though it was clear the others had to move just a tad slower for his sake. "You see, the reason I am coming with you on this, is because I need to see this prince with my own two eyes. It is the only way I can absolutely assure the future is safe." In the distance, the town was coming into sight, and the Prince felt his heart race. Here. Here was were he would become king again. "Follow the plan. Don't draw attention until you're ready. The prince will be operating with a great deal of pokemon out in the open, since they don't have the ability to store them like we do."

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Diana indulged in a smile at prince Hemlock's praise. It was the best option they had, anyway. She was still hesitant about rushing in so soon, but the prince had a point; they could very easily lose sight of where prince Teal was if they took too long. Having such...intimate knowledge of his whereabouts should not go to waste. If only they had more time...then perhaps she might feel a bit safer about all this. "Of course, milord. Time is on our side right now," she said, glancing at Celebi. "We should take advantage of it while we can." Diana wasn't sure how reliable that Celebi would be in terms of helping them achieve their goal. Of course, they'd gotten this far, but how long until the Kantonians catch on to their game? Surely they would question how they were found so quickly. Then again, Diana doubted that they would assume time travel was being used against them.

Diana nodded as prince Hemlock gave his orders, deciding that his plan seemed as sound as could be, given the situation. Staying hidden above the cloud-line would be a good idea, given that his Aerodactyl wasn't exactly...common around these parts. It wasn't common around any parts, come to think of it. The sight of such a beast might not work in their favor; best keep it hidden until it was necessary. Taking the Ho-Oh mask from one of the soldiers, Diana momentarily studied it, admiring the legendary Pokemon's visage. She decided the mask quite suited her, before approaching one of the four Pidgeottos they would be using. Diana gently stroked the Pokemon's neck, before climbing on top of it. The Pidgeotto let out a caw, adjusting to carrying her weight, before spreading out its wings in preparation for flight. Once the group of Johtoans took off, they all fell into a line, with Diana flying to the prince's right. As the wind zipped by her ears, Diana found it a bit difficult to make out his words, but she could understand him clearly enough.

His kind words sent a shiver up her spine. His belief in her...once again, she smiled. Was it the recognition? She wasn't sure. "Thank you, milord. Your praise means much to me." As they soared above the open ocean, Diana wondered just why prince Hemlock would risk so much by coming with them. Thankfully, he explained it to her; she supposed that his reasoning made enough sense. After all, this mission could very easily go wrong for them; in fact, Diana half-expected it to. But if prince Hemlock could just catch a glimpse of prince Teal, it would serve them greatly. It would confirm that Celebi was capable of acting almost as reconnaissance for them, which would cement the Pokemon as a key part of their strategy. They would also be able to gain information about his allies, as they didn't know much about them just yet. And given that Kantonians don't have Apriballs, they would also figure out what Pokemon they could expect to run into in the future, if they did indeed fail. Diana nodded again as prince Hemlock elaborated on his plans, deciding that even if they did fail, this would be well worth it to them.


[System]
"I'm the kind of guy nobody likes, but everyone would rather have on their side. I am okay with that."
Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance: Standing just shy of six feet tall, Orlan has dark blonde hair and eyes the color of bronze. His deceptively light-looking jacket conceals light metal armor, mostly around his back and shoulders, and his typical boots are similarly reinforced. Aegis covers his left forearm and hand in bronze from elbow to knuckles, though much of this is usually covered by the sleeve of his coat. Under the armor he is slim and wiry, and thus relatively light. Contrary to the picture above, he does not wear glasses.

Weapon Name: Axios and Aegis

Weapon Appearance/Function:
Type: Melee, (Very Short) Ranged, Transforming, (Aegis) Aura Enabled, (Aegis) Defensive
Weapon Derivation: Mace, Spear, Shotgun
Holstered/Sheathed Appearance: Axios remains in its first form, secured to Orlan's right hip by a loop on his belt. Aegis has no other forms, and is a bronze gauntlet, set with large quartz stone midway along the forearm.

Form 1: Axios' first form is that of a mace. A simple metal ball about the size of a fist atop a metal rod with a spike on the other end. Aegis, when active, creates a three foot diameter barrier, centered on and projecting from the quartz. The barrier appears as a simple translucent bronze disk.

Form 2: Entering its second form, Axios reveals that its handle is actually telescopic, as it extends from 18 inches to three times that length. The spike expands into a proper spearhead, while the metal ball remains as a counterweight.

Form 3: While in its second form, if one twists the center section of the haft Axios' head will split down the center to reveal a barrel beneath it. Various Dust-laden cartridges can be loaded into a slot lower down on the head section, which is the innermost when the weapon is collapsed. Pushing the weapon together as though trying to collapse the weapon will cause it to fire a very wide, very short, shotgun-style blast instead if the barrel is revealed. The barrel is stowed by twisting the center section in the opposite direction.

Personality: At first Orlan appears to be rather taciturn and blunt, remaining quiet most of the time. When he does speak, it is in a rather direct manner. Once people get past this, they tend to find that he simply rather socially inept, but a good friend nonetheless. He is fiercely loyal and always honest and respectful to his friends and allies, expecting similar integrity from those who would stand at his side.

History: Born and raised in Atlas, Orlan desired nothing more than to escape the pressures of that society. His father was a military officer of no mean rank, and this imposed strict order on his early life. Orlan as always expected to join the military, as his older brother had, and rise high above his peers. Shortly after he turned twelve, however, this all took a severe turn when his father was struck down in a Grimm attack.

Now in the care of his previously distant mother, Orlan had much more freedom. Mira proved to quite different from her late husband once he was gone. With infinite choices, Orlan decided he still wished to see the world, but under his own terms rather than the strict guidance of the military. He would become a Huntsman, and not in Atlas, but in Vale, where he would be free from political pressure.

With his new goal in mind and his mother's assistance, he created Axios and Aegis to aid him in his coming trials and began to train with them, awaiting the day he could truly put them to use.

Emblem: A large bronze shield in the Spartan style emblazoned with a sunburst, with two spears crossed behind it.

Color: Golden Bronze

Combat Style: By necessity, Orlan is primarily a melee fighter, holding his ground in the thick of combat. He prefers to use Axios as a spear in one hand from behind Aegis, picking out weak points or forcing opponents to focus on him. Though the shield is far more resilient than Orlan himself, he cannot hide behind it forever for fear of completely draining his aura. When unable to effectively use Aegis, he relies more on the cannon hidden within Axios to drive enemies back and give him some breathing room.

Strengths and Weaknesses:
+Though not particularly agile, Orlan is quite fast. He can't do a double-backflip, but he can beat most people in a foot race and strike first more often than not.
+Practice makes perfect, and Orlan has spent a long time with his spear and shield. Not enough to be perfect, but that just drives him to train more.
-Orlan is not very strong, and can easily be overpowered in a contest of main strength without the help of a construct.
-Rapid and consistent attacks will quickly wear down Aegis and thus weaken Orlan.
-Lacking any true ranged combat ability, Orlan must take cover behind his shield if presented with a sniper or other distance fighter.

Semblance: Aura Projection: Channeling his aura, Orlan can create basic physical shapes appear as though from nowhere. Distance and size make this considerably more strenuous as they increase. Certain stones can act as a conduit for this ability, with different stones playing up different strengths. For example, Aegis' main function is to create a shield, focusing Orlan's semblance through the polished quartz in a defensive manner. Using a focus significantly reduces the Aura required to maintain a construct, with higher quality (though not necessarily more valuable) foci having a greater effect. This allows Aegis to produce a reliable, practical shield rather than allowing the enemy a cheap and easy way to wear down Orlan's aura. These constructs appear similar to stained glass, generally a light metallic bronze. The color is only altered if Orlan is implementing his ability with dust, or is it through a suitable dust crystal.

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Tam Cobalt - Monday Morning - Beacon Courtyard
@KabenSaal

Tam winced as the girl took her headphones out, he had committed one of the worst social faux pas possible! Trying to speak to someone while they have headphones in, now what was he supposed to do? He glanced at the cheese seller, rumours would spread, no one would talk to him, no one would join his team, he'd never meet anyone, never have children, die old and alone in a hovel somewhere beyond the ken of man!

"I am so sorry! Did you as a question or something?"

Okay, okay just play it cool, we can recover this. He thrust his hand forward to shake her hand.
"Hey, I'm Tam..." His mind went blank "urr" He cleared his throat, buying a little more time. His eyes finally aligned on the pool of darkness attached to her hip. "Cool weapon! What's it do?"

Okay, good work, solid contribution to the conversation, awesome recovery.
Tams smile became a little fixed as he awaited her reply. Something ticked in his mind, some nervous reflex telling him he had missed something, Something about the cheese seller. He sniffed the air, something... He ever so casually turned his gaze on the cheese seller. Fox! A primal nervousness filled him, a reflexive fight or flight reaction hanging on a knifes edge, he forced it down and took a half step closer to her, as if to prove the point.

[Assistant]
Cyra Zylvan - Monday Mornings - Landing Pad

"Miss? Miss? Excuse me Miss, but I need you to wake up."

Cyra groaned as she felt something prodding into her shoulder, dragging into wakefulness. Blinking her eyes open, she gazed blearily up at the man standing over her, then flinched away as he reached for her again.

The man smiled apologetically. "Sorry, Miss, but we've arrived. I'm going to need you to depart."

For a moment she gazed at him, then sighed internally. He didn't notice. "I-it's alright. Thank you." Rubbing her eyes with the back of her gloved knuckles, she rose from her seat and looked out the window. Before her, towering spires pierced the sky, dominated by a large central clock tower. Beacon Academy, where the best Huntsmen and Huntresses came to train and learn their craft, attracting students from all over the Kingdom of Vale, and more than a few from the other kingdoms.

Cyra swallowed. And for the next four years, my home. Whether or not it would be a home remained to be seen.

She turned to grab her backpack from where it had sat beside her against the wall, and as she did so she wondered about the other students filing off the transport, where they had come from, what lives they had lived. Most had probably come from wealthy, or at least modestly comfortable homes, with suitcases full of clothes and treasured possessions, bearing memories of loving families and happy times. Certainly there were some things they missed, things they didn't have space for or knew they didn't need.

What were the odds that anyone else there would have the entirety of their life stuffed into a single backpack?

Shaking the thoughts from her head, Cyra shouldered the bag and adjusted her scarf, making sure the thin fabric was drawn up over her nose. If she was being honest with herself, it probably didn't need to be up that high, especially not with her hood pulled over her head, but with all these strangers about, she wasn't going to take any chances. Better that they think her strange for how she dressed than for what she was.

As she emerged from the transport, the sight of several other Faunus milling about waiting for their bags made her relax slightly. Some were quite open about their natures, others were more subdued, but it was still somewhat reassuring that she wasn't entirely alone. Perhaps one day she could be as open as them, but they probably didn't have quite the same history as she did.

A heavy thump drew her attention back to the transport, where luggage and cargo were being off-loaded. One young man was struggling to lift a large silver suitcase, his expression clearly startled at its weight, and she hurried forward. "Oh, that's mine!"

The man glanced up at her, then rubbed his forehead with his hand. "Man, this thing is heavy. What do you have in here, bricks?"

It should be heavy, it holds the equivalent of a tank in firepower. Instead, she spoke, "N-no, just some tools and things." Okay, so perhaps not her entire life was in her backpack. The shields weren't THAT heavy, but even so, she didn't feel like carrying them around on her arms all the time.

She extended the suitcase handle and turned towards the Academy, taking a deep breath. Well, here goes. Wish me luck, Mamma.

As she stepped forward, she bumped into the shoulder of a young man with dark blonde hair. "Oh! S-sorry! I-I didn't mean to hit you," she stuttered as she took several hurried steps away from him, blushing furiously.

[User]
Liam Yugure - Beacon Courtyard - Monday Morning
Slamm
Intrigued about Renjis past, he wondered if peace was an actual thing people enjoyed in the world of Revenant. He continued to listen, and pictured Renjis home in his mind. It sounded peaceful, beautiful and serene. I'll have to visit this place should i get the oppurtunity...

When he was asked about his home he laughed a bit, Liam only visited cities when he was with his father on business trips.
"No I never properly lived in a city, only visited them. My father owns a large portion of land where his mansion, my old home, stood at least three stories high. But out of all the space i only found him in his study thats it. But enough about him. feeling a tad homesick, missing the maids and butlers of his home more than his father he quickly changed the subject.
[color=red]"So what brought you to beacon, if i may ask?"[/color. He knew that everyone had his reasons, but that wasn't going to stop his journey, nothing will.

[Assistant]
Orlan Price - Beacon Academy Courtyard - Monday Morning

Orlan eventually replaced the sketchbook in his pocket, pushing himself to his feet with a deep sigh. He certainly didn't want to put forth the effort to force an interaction with someone, and nobody looked interested in meeting him anyway. I'll just grab my bag and find someplace a little more out of the way, I think...

He had only just slung said bag, containing only one change of clothes, his toolbag, and a few small personal items, over his shoulder before an impact from behind caused him to shuffle forward a step. Hand unconciously going to his hip above Axios, Orlan turned to regard the offending stranger. Mild confusion lit his face for a moment as his gaze fell on the girl backing away from him and her excess of clothing.

"The fault is not wholly yours, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going either," Orlan finally says after a long pause and brief shrug, his hand falling away from his weapon. "Are you... cold?" he then asks, that being the only conclusion he can come up with for such attire.


[System]
Age:
Gender:
Species: (If not human, please describe the species here)
Appearance: (What do they look like?)
Abilities: (What special skills/abilities, if any, do they have?)
Special Weaknesses: (Do they have any unique weaknesses? Allergies, Phobias and more extreme weaknesses go here.)
Weapons: (Do they carry any weapons with them? Also, if your character has a gun, please mention how much bullets they have. Keep in mind that bullets are very hard to obtain, so you're not likely to have a lot of them.)
Items: (Do they carry anything special with them?)
Backstory: (This is where your character's past goes. Optional but recommended.)
Other: (Other info that doesn't fit in other categories goes here as well.)

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Reposting the Character Creation Things to make them easier to find.

As said before, if properly balanced (aka with significant limitations or downside) I might accept a character with powers listed here.
- Flight, Hovering.
- Telekinesis, Free Telepathy (aka Telepathic Communication with Anyone), Teleportation, other 'Tele' powers.
- Immortality and Similar Abilities.
- Anything related to Time-Travel, Telling the Future, Altering the flow of time, etc.
- Invisibility, Incorporeality (apparently that's what it's called).
- Things that are obviously overpowered. Like I said, Common Sense is a thing, use it.
- More things to be added later when I encounter them/think of them.
You're free to create a Species for your character if you want to play something other than a Human, but you'll need to send me information about the Species first so I can accept them and stuff.
As mentioned in the Interest Check, this World's Tech Level is a sort of Steampunk Era.
Steam Power is used to power large machines, and due to the scarcity of alternative fuels, this is likely to remain the case for the foreseeable future.

For overland travel, the fastest and most popular method is by train, as there isn't really any alternative that can compete with a trains speed and strength. Travel by Sea is mostly done with Sailing Ships due to Steam Ships being too expensive for most companies operating ships.

Air travel, meanwhile, is basically non-existent. Airships are in their infancy, and are unlikely to ever take over Trains or Ships, except maybe for luxury travels.
As for weapons, firearms exist but are hard to obtain. Most nations have tough restrictions on them, making both the guns and the ammunition expensive and difficult to obtain (to the point where they're quite often illegal to have when you're not a soldier on active duty). Even so, all guns are single action, not double action/automatic. these are the different kinds of firearms:

- Revolver: The classic six-bullet firearm, revolvers are the most common and popular firearm.
- Pocket Pistol (Derringer Style): A very small two-bullet gun, Pocket Pistols are used for self-defense or assassinations as their small size makes them easy to conceal.
- Coachgun: A double-barrelled shotgun, Coachgun pack a massive punch at close range, but don't fare well in long-range combat.
- Marksman Rifle: A single-bullet rifle that often comes with a scope, these weapons are perfect for picking off targets from a distance.
- Repeater Rifle: An expensive weapon that can carry seven bullets. The Repeater Rifle can be fired quite rapidly, but when shooting more slowly is quite accurate

Due to the difficult-to-obtain nature of Firearms, older weapons are still very common and very popular. Melee weapons like swords and axes and such, and ranged weapons like bows and slings and similar weapons make up the bulk of what people arm themselves with.

Magic, of course, also exists. Learning magic is possible for most people (except those who are born with a strange immunity to magic), but without proper teachers it can take months or even years. Magic comes in all sorts of shapes and sizes. Casting magic drains one's energy, meaning that if you cast too much of it you can can run out of energy and thus fall asleep/lose consciousness.

The immunity to magic mentioned above is a strange trait more and more people are being born with. It makes the person unable to cast magic, but also makes them immune to things like curses and direct Magic Attacks. It doesn't, however, protect them from things like magically-created fire or magically-launched projectiles and similar things.

[User]
Fairy

Kura smiles and gives a happy nod to Whiteleaf "Yep! She's been here for a little while, should be inside some building or something..."

[Assistant]
The girl smiles as Ahnciel introduces herself, seemingly unconcerned with Ahnciel's title as Paladin as she listens to Ahnciel talk on.

Her smile fades, however, as Ahnciel turns around and bids farewell.

"Leaving so soon? The conversation was just getting started..." The girl asks, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "Well, I guess I'll be seeing you around then. Do try not to anger the crows."

Heading back in the direction from where they came leads her back towards the Inn once, though with the rain dying out the streets are slowly getting more crowded as people emerge from wherever they were hiding from the rain.

---

As Karter wanders aimlessly down the streets, a shiver goes down his spine. That's weird.

What's likely weirder however is the large amount of crows looking down on Karter as he walks down an empty street with nobody else in sight.

Then, footsteps, coming from behind him. Is someone following him? Or is it just someone else walking down the road. Whichever the case, they don't appear to be getting any closer.

Up ahead, the road forks into two directions. Taking the right road leads into a darker alley, while taking the left road would lead Karter down a road with more crows.

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"Inside a building huh? Well, let's get to searching then!" Whiteleaf says happily as she jumps off the cart, landing on the ground next to Kura as the cart she was on sinks into the ground, leaving not a trace of it ever having been there, nor does the road seem damaged in the slightest. Weird, that.

"So, what's your name? And what's your sister's name? That would help with finding her." She says cheerfully as she offers another cookie to Kura.

[User]
Fairy

The knight made it a whole four paces before stopping and disappointedly slumping their shoulders, having honestly expected there to be some kind of 'catch' behind the interaction with the girl. Ironically, the reality of a possibly innocent encounter shattered the expecting, story-telling mindset Ahnciel had been prepared for. Snuffing the fantasy and leaving it to dully smolder, they turned back around and sighed as they approached the girl once more.

"Two questions, if you vould not mind," Ahnciel quickly began, hands on their hips as they stared down at the worms squirming through the cobblestone to avoid drowning underground, "Vould you by chance be able to point me in zee direction ouf Agartha? Also...iz eit unrealistic to expect zee crows in zees parts to be different zehn ohzers?"

[Assistant]
Ilyssa follows the morbid trail down the hallway, letting the information sink in. She lingers by the bloody word a bit longer, trying to place where she had heard it before. A few minutes pass with no sudden revelations, and the winged girl shrugs it off. Heading back into her room, she watches the guards escort an armoured someone out the building before pulling out one of her bags. Unzipping it, she pulls out the bottom, revealing a rather sizeable amount of coins in a pouch. Pocketing her earnings, she checked to make sure her knives were still on her before leaving the room.

 Back on the street, she wandered past a couple stores, searching for one that perhaps had a map, or perhaps a book of the town's history. She would even have been fine with another innkeeper, alive, preferably. Someone who could help explain a bit of this madness she had somehow came into.

[User]
Fairy
What in the... Karter thinks to himself. What are these bird's problem?

 Karter is getting a bit stressed. He looks behind him in an attempt to see who is behind him. Karter then looks back in front of him. These crows can not be a good sign, he needs to get out fast. As bad as the dark alleyway is... it's probably less bad than the crows. He heads down the dark path, picking up his paise as he does so. He hopes it's not too dark in there...

[Assistant]
Fairy

Kura tilts her head curiously, watching the cart as it sorta sunk into the ground, before grinning widely "Woah! That's a pretty neat trick! How'd you do that one..?" ...She seems to have forgotten about her quest at the moment "Wait, right. I'm Kura! And my sisters name is Kira!"

She gratefully accepts the cookie, munching away on it and managing not to choke herself.

[User]
A slight smile returns to the girl's face as Ahnciel turns around to continue the conversation.

"Well, Paladin Ahnciel," the girl began, looking up at the Knight. "It all depends on the crows. The crows that normally live here are fine, but a few... less regular ones have... temporarily migrated here to accompany their mistress."

"As for Agartha, do you simply want a direction, or do you want me to lead you there directly?" She says as she takes a small compass out of her pocket. It has at least six pointers, each pointing in a different direction, with some moving. "Agartha lies to the... west of here," she states, as she puts the compass away again. "Though it's on the other side of the town, so it'll be a decent walk."

---

As Karter turns around, he finds that the street behind him is empty, with the source of the mystery footsteps being nowhere in sight...

Going down the dark alleyway, Karter soon finds himself travelling on a downward slope. The alleyway is lined with houses of dubious quality, with equally dubious figures occasionally being found sitting in groups next to the doors, eyeing Karter with suspicion as the alleyway becomes darker and darker, to the point that lanterns are used to light the alleyway.

After a short while of walking, the alleyway leads into a tunnel lined with doors and windows. Did this alleyway truly lead underground?

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"That's a secret!" Whiteleaf says, grinning as she closes her bag and tucks it away under her cloak, strangely enough without causing the cloak to bulge. How could such a big bag fit in a small cloak?

"So then Kura! Tell me about Kira and yourself! I haven't seen you around before, so you must be new here, right?"

[Assistant]
Fairy
Karter is pretty sure he took a wrong turn. I should really turn around and go back he said to himself, while not turning around and not going back. He really wished he had a lantern, or maybe have his eye able to glow or something. Sadly, neither ability is available to him.

 He keeps walking down the path, trying not to make eye contact with the shady figures around him. "That luck stone doesn't make me feel all that lucky" He mumbles to himself.

[User]
@Prima Luce

Kaldalis sat down on a bench on his cell, simply staring at the room where his armor and weapons are kept. Ignoring the other inmate's comments, he begins formulating a plan of escape, from both his cell and perhaps Trios. He then spots a hulking man enter the cell block, whom he recognizes as the same man he saw at the town square when the incident occurred, named Boris. He watches as Boris walks towards his and the other inmate's cell, before uttering a child's rhyme and pointing at Kaldalis, proclaiming that he is the tin man. Realizing that this could be his chance of escape, he rose and greeted him.

Kaldalis: Yes, I am the tin man, Boris. Why do you ask?

[Assistant]
Fairy

She fidgets a little, then grins "Yep! I just got here today! Met this really big bald dude who gave me some cookies right before I met you... Also this weird girl who acted all mister-ious."

That said, she turned away from Whiteleaf, glancing down the street "But more important matters to handle! Gotta find her before she eats all the cookies!"

[User]
As Karter wanders down the dark alleyway, a man steps out from another alleyway in front of him. Almost immediately afterwards, two other men move to stand behind him.

"Well well well, ya look like someone who ain't got any business bein' here." The man in front of him says, in the darkness Karter can barely make out the grin on the man's face. "Are you lost?" One of the two men behind him asks, followed by the other two laughing.

The laughter doesn't last long, however, as the man in front of Karter pulls out a knife - a big one at that. "If you give us all your money, we'll tell ya how to get outta here. And if not..."

Karter then hears sounds of weapons being unsheathed behind him. "If not then we'll just take it from you by force, whaddya say?"

Not even five seconds later though, Karter and the men are lit up by a lantern. A group of guards have arrived, carrying a lantern. "HALT!" One of the guards shout, as he draws his sword.

The three men who confronted Karter do not obey him, however, and instead opt to do the exact opposite, running away in the direction Karter came from, pursued by three guards, one of whom carries the lantern. The fourth guard meanwhile approaches Karter.

"You're lucky we got here on time sir, are you alright?"

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"Oh! She has cookies? Then we really should find her! Anyone who has cookies is worth finding, especially if they're willing to share, right?" Whiteleaf responds, cheerfully. "But you say you met a bald guy and a mystery girl?"

Wandering down the street, Whiteleaf seems to be lost in thought for a few moments. "What was this mystery girl like? I mean, I know a lot of mystery girls, maybe I know this one too!"

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- Madison

As Madison sits in the tavern, drinking her Ale, a person eventually succeeds at approaching her without nearly passing out or throwing up.

"M-miss? S-someone asked to give t-this to you." The man stammers, hurriedly putting an envelope on the table in front of her and then walking away as fast as one can walk away without running.

The envelope appears to not have been opened yet, and while there is no name on it of any sort, someone has written on it.

"To she who seeks gold. Read this and reconsider." the text reads, written in a colour that itself looks very similar to gold.


[System]
Notable Parents:
None. Auron, however, is a relative.
Age: ???

Sex: Female

Hair Color: Black and Blue

Eye color: Blue

Appearance:
Most accurate for her hair.

Saina is a 5'1 woman, standing currently as the shortest of the group. Her skin is pearlescent white and her hair dark as a crows, with the end a strange hue of blue that only matches her haunting shade of pale blue eyes. She wears it up in a high ponytail the majority of the time, as when it's down the amount of mana coming off of her gives the strange side effect of her hair appearing to move like it's underwater. Something she finds weird, and doesn't like to flaunt given the way she wears it. Her attire is as mostly seen in the images above with a few exceptions; that being that her cloak does not have sleeves. A scar runs across the side of her abdomen and she frequently wears full fingered black gloves to aid her grip on her katana. Her skill with the katana is only so-so, used instead mainly to place more precision into her unique ice magic and to kill the stray fiend here and there when necessary. Her black katana rests on her hip usually and when drawn, snow falls from the blade. She carries items on her belt to grab and use when needed without having to rifle through her larger stores of belongings.
Weapon: Black Katana, Magics

Limit break:
"Lance de Glace" - Several black ice lances form around Saina in midair, then with a snap of her fingers move to impale the enemy directly

Any Armor: Black Cloak

Skills:
-Ice Magic
-High Agility
-High Speed
-An excellent dancer

Shortcomings:
-Only so-so with a sword
-Secretive
-Has difficulty forming relationships

Occupation: ???

Biography: ???

Personality: Saina is a mysterious woman who often appears to be aloof, yet when you look in her eyes there is some sort of deep understanding seen there. She is stoic, vigilant, and very blunt when asked for her opinion.

Are you arriving in Besaid or Living there?: Arriving on her chocobo, Mercury

[User]
The man laughed as the woman followed him through the Defiant. Allowing her to catch up to him as he turned around and when she was close enough he easily dodged the sword with a duck and a follow up swing with a graceful jump backwards. Before she would attack again he laughed more. "Really? That's it? Aren't you going to beat me into Pyreflies? You can't even touch me! Pitiful."

He turned, and slipped through a door that lead to the outside of the airship. But never ran too far so she was out of reach. Just enough to keep her close as he zipped around crates and people, that seemed to not even notice him...only Alex barging through the docks. Come on Freak! You aren't getting tired are you?"

He laughed even more, it seemed to echo in her mind, how grating it was. He lead her into the streets, narrowly missing her attacks still, with out even raising his arms. They stayed hidden under the cloak, As he ran though chains rattled and jingled with each step.

---

While this happened, Nai would continue to feel this excruciating pain through out her body. It would seem like forever, and all of a sudden it would come to a stop, only the dull pain of what ever happened slowly ebbed away. When she would awake from this, she would see Alex kneeling next to her. Asking "Are you ok Nai?I'm Sorry... I lost the pyco in the black cloak.

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Gippal and Urick followed up behind Eva as she dragged them up the steps. He had looked down at her hand holding his...it felt so cool and yet comforting in his hand. He wondered why he was having such an issue over what Alex and Nai said. They didn't know him, they didn't know the pain and the horror's he went through these last few years. And yet when he even got them released from prison, they didn't seem to grateful for that. He didn't even recognize Nai anymore... Yet, with Eva, he didn't have to worry about that...She was kind and loving and sweet. She knew what he went through, They had a much closer connection than he and Nai...and they were friends for many years more.

He realized he was lost in thought when they caught up to Saina and Maximus. Who were eager at the bit to get going. After Eva said that she should be doing this with them, Saina agreed, yet still wanted to push on ahead for them. As well as Maximus,

"Alright Sounds good." Eva had pushed open the door at this time. "You two clear the path, and Urick and I will stay near Eva incase anything breaks through."

As they entered, and the battles started for Saina and Maximus, it didn't leave much for them as they followed. But Gippal was ready, with his knifes, and Urick simply followed like a silent moving statue...though his eyes were trained on Saina.

Urick couldn't help but watch as she fought her way through the fiends...she looked so elegant, and graceful in her strikes. Unlike Alex who was more brute strength and power. He didn't understand why, but Saina was captivating, so much so he found himself with a slight blush on his cheeks, that Gippal seemed to notice with a raised eyebrow.

[Assistant]
He nodded when Saina agreed with him as they should leave soon. He listened more when she explained where the others were. Food? He could have used some... for some reason he thought they were going to come up here and eat. Not that it mattered, really. "Ill have to give it a try next time." He said with a slight smirk.

As she then said they should clear the way, he nodded, "I agree...the faster the better." It would be good, perhaps this is what he needed to get closer to her so that she would recognize him for who he really was.

But before they could enter, Eva had run up the stairs after yelling and embarrassing herself. It was cute to watch, but his face didn't reveal it. After mentioning she wanted to do this with them he simply nodded and stepped out of the way as she pushed the cloisters of trails open.

Gippal then added that he and Urick would stay near Eva, while Saina and he would clear the path. A wise choice as he was the most experienced, and again it would give him a chance to work alongside Saina. Once inside he walked calmly. As the first fiends came towards him, he did not hesitate, nor break his stride as he quickly unsheathed his katana and slashed through anything that came near him. These fiends were extremely weak compared to the ones in Zanarkand, so it was child's play for him. He didn't waste any energy as they moved forward deeper into the cloister, each strike was definitive and simple.

He looked over to Saina and asked, after noticing her use of the Katana, and before at the stadium with her magic, "Where did you learn how to control ice magic so easily?"

[User]
Alex kept pursuing, cursing as she missed as she angrily swung at him again. And again whenever she quickly caught up. If he hold still and let her hit him, then they would see who'd be the one laughing. Her fast pace only faltered as they were leaving the ship. If she was thinking properly, she probably should of known better to stop right there and not continue pursuit. After all, she was banned from town and that would just cause more trouble for everyone. Again. That and she probably would of noticed that this is probably obviously a sort of trap. Be it to lead her into further trouble with the law, to be ambushed and killed, or worse.

Course she wasn't thinking so none of that really crossed her mind. She only paused because she was leaving the comfort zone of Naisha, and she didn't like it. Alone, hurting, on that ship. Well... alone with that guy... but if Gippal trusted him, she suppose she shouldn't worry. Plus, if she wanted to be sure to make her pain go away, beating the pyreflies out of this guy was probably a sure way to do it. So she continued. Not like she was scared of death anyway. As long as the others and Naisha were fine, delve straight into danger.

"**** you! Try telling me that without your fancy smancy magic tricks and take a punch in the face asshole!" The red head snarled as she continued chase, thundering pass people. Weaving passed those in the way, spinning to dodge the obstacles like in Blitzball, before continuing. She was really trying to focus at least enough to not hurt anyone with her attacks and avoid trampling, still her mind was mostly focus on this jerk.

[Assistant]
The pain completely consumed Naisha's mind. It felt stronger than anything she ever felt before, even the time when she took all those deadly injuries and being stabbed through the chest felt softer than this. It was like all the nerves in her body screamed waves of pain at the same time. Even her lately noisy mind, filled with voices, fell silent, consumed by the overwhelming wave of suffering.

 The only brief thought she could formulate was to wonder how can such pain exist. She was always sure there wasn't pain greater than what she once felt, but clearly the world wanted to prove her wrong!

 As the pain started to vanish, her breathing heavy, the taste of blood in her mouth causing her to feel nausea, she started to regain her senses. In the slowly restoring ability to absorb the information about the world around her, Nai heard Alex's voice. It felt so real and normal she couldn't really notice anything wrong about it." Alex…I....can't… breath…" She said, through pained heavy breaths.

 "What…happened?" She asked with a pained voice, still in confused state. She felt scared and helpless. That pain was not an enemy she could blast away...

[User]
Saina continued on hacking her way through monsters, freezing some of them solid in ice so that Maximus could easily come through after her and deal the final blow. A flying creature loomed overhead, narrowly sweeping in to attack her. At the last moment, Saina turned the ground to ice and power slid beneath, her back bending back wards before she brought her heel down hard. Stopping the motion, she used the slickness of the ice to kick off, back flipping around the flier, and slashing her katana straight down.

She landed, the ice fading while she panted. She stayed still a moment, ready to push on until Maximus spoke up.

"Where did you learn how to control ice magic so easily?"

Still panting and a bit ahead of the hall down from the others, she turned her head with a surprised quirk of the brow. Between breaths, the pale woman fought for an answer. It was still difficult to cast so much magic with mana so low. She'd yet to get an Elixir since shipwrecking that morning.

"It's... not as easy as it looks."

She admitted at last, leaning her head down as she paused to catch her breath.

"Actually, it even hurts a little."

Her gloved fingers trailed down the long scar on her abdomen, sighing as she stood up.

"It's a matter of will. Power always comes with price. What you see is ease, but what I feel is control."

She paused, letting her words be punctuated as she looked at her gloved hands.

"My magic has never been unintentional, and it's not just something formed on a whim. It's something handled with care and what precision I can give."

Her voice trailed off. Then she looked over at Maximus, inspecting her blade simultaneously.

"My power is different than most black mages, this much I know. I think what that difference is... I... understand this magic, better than most."

She nodded, then looked at another spherical indent in the wall as she stood up.

"We are here."

She placed the sphere into the indent, causing it open up and reveal the room that comes before the Chamber of the Fayth. Saina walked in, placing her katana away, and sat down against one of the walls with her eyes closed, resting for the moment to try to regain her mana. With the Hymn playing all around them, she seemed at peace.

"M'lady, I will not accompany you within the Fayth this time. Be strong, for all of us."


[System]
Aurora: 14
Halander: 13
Gabriel: 12
Feras: 12
Brutrumukk: 11
Zavakri: 11
Jub: 10
Tsak: 9

Passive Investigation

Aurora: 15
Jub: 12
Zavakri: 12
Gabriel: 12
Halander: 11
Tsak: 11
Brutrumukk: 10
Feras: 10

Passive Insight

Halander: 13
Aurora: 12
Jub: 12
Gabriel: 12
Feras: 12
Brutrumukk: 11
Zavakri: 11
Tsak: 9

---

[User]
Aurora

The magical barage that both Jub and Zavakri caught the strange rabbit folk of guard. Aurora hadn't expected it either. It appeared that three were already fleeing, with only one stopping to collect their leader. Aurora knocks an arrow to her short bow aiming for the one in front of the snail. He goal wasn't necessarily to harm but to encourage them to flee.

11 on the attack. If it hits it is only 4 damage.

[Assistant]
Hither
Queen's Way

Both rabbits who were by the snail, were startled by the arrow from Aurora, and the other rabbit tries to get the snail to leave with the rest of the Brigands.

"Come. ON! Let's go you stupid---!"

The snail refuses to budge and simply lets out a louder angry noise at the brigands.

The brigand recoils before he sneers "Fine! Stay if you wanna be escargot so damn much, you stupid thing!"

He then runs away as well.

Brigand D tries to bring the snail along. Animal Handling at disadvantage is a 4 so that's a no.

Brigand D runs away and leaves combat!

Jebbek & Bunny Brigand E: 22
Tsak: 20
Jub: 17
Zavakri: 16
Bunny Brigand A: 15
Bunny Brigand C: 14
Bunny Brigand B: 13
Aurora: 12
Bunny Brigand D: 11 (DEX Mod is +3)
Brutrumukk: 11 (DEX Mod is +2)
Giant Snail: 8
Gabriel: 5

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Brutrumukk

Seeing the Brigands in full retreat, Brutrumukk began to laugh cruelly at their cowardice. As the rabbits ran, the bugbear began to stalk forward. As he advanced, Brutrumukk drew a Javelin and sang a murderous mockery of the ballad the Brigands had been singing when they arrived.

"I'll skin you alive, from tail to 'ead;

I'll spill yer guts before yer dead.

Then I'll eat yer flesh without a care

Fer I do so love roasted 'are—

A treat so glorious, for the victorious,

Rabbit meat is truly meritorious!

By the stench o' death, you'll know I'm comin';

Say yer prayers, there's no use runnin'.

Quick as a bolt, me jav goes sailin',

Pleadin', beggin', you'll die wailin'.

You'll shriek, you'll scream, you'll cry, you'll groan;

Thanks to me, Brutrumukk, Spirit o' the Snorin' Stone!"

When he reached the part of the song that mentioned his javelin, Brutrumukk hurled it towards the ankle of the rabbit that was trying to drag Jebbek away. As much as the bugbear feared Skiggaret and the madness he brought, Brutrumukk had always been secretly grateful for the lessons he learned when under Skiggaret's sway. Helping the wounded when an enemy you had no hope of defeating was chasing you never ends well for the fools who stopped to do so. And a certain benevolent bunny was about to learn that the hard way.

Brutrumukk hurls a Javelin at Bunny Brigand A's ankle. He rolls a 20 to hit and deals 6 damage.

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Hither
Queen's Way

The bunny brigand lets out a pained cry as the javelin strikes true. But he is still up and Jebbek is now helping him stay standing.

The Giant Snail meanwhile remains uncooperative and just stays where it is for now.

Giant Snail does nothing for its turn. It's being stubborn and rebellious against the Brigands.

Jebbek & Bunny Brigand E: 22
Tsak: 20
Jub: 17
Zavakri: 16
Bunny Brigand A: 15
Bunny Brigand C: 14
Bunny Brigand B: 13
Aurora: 12
Bunny Brigand D: 11 (DEX Mod is +3)
Brutrumukk: 11 (DEX Mod is +2)
Giant Snail: 8
Gabriel: 5

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G A B R I E L

As he stood at a distance from the fleeing brigands, the half-elf tapped his index finger on the basketed hilt of the rapier hung at his side watching the would-be memory thieves run off.

"Stand down all of you, let them go." after a moment of pause between battle, Gabriel spoke loudly to everyone "Let them run, they meant no real harm anyways. I can tell, I know when someone wants to kill you or not." he got a distant look as he watched Jebbek flee. "They'll know not to bother us again anyhow."

Insight: 11

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Hither
Queen's Way

Bunny Brigand E was looking at the party with wide eyes before Jebbek calls to him, "Hey! Help me carry Harry! Come on!"

The rabbit leaps over to the both of them and he helps Jebbek carry Harry this time, and the three remaining Bunny Bandits disappear into the swamp, obscured by the mists.

The party is now alone...with a lone giant snail.

The giant snail realizes that its free and with a huff, it starts to leave as well.

Bunny Brigand E and Jebbek flee while carrying Bunny Brigand A.

Encounter has ended! You guys are now out of initiative.

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Brutrumukk

"You should jus' run!" Brutrumukk called out to the last unwounded Bandit that had yet to flee as the bugbear drew his morningstar. "Look at what 'appened to 'Arry when 'e tried to 'elp." Despite his words of discouragement though, the last Bandit went to help anyway. "Fine. 'Ave it yer way." Brutrumukk said as he prepared a second Javelin in his off hand. "Three carcasses o' rabbit meat are much better than two anyway." With that said, Brutrumukk followed the fleeing Bandits into the mist.

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Jub the Peculiar

"Well, that depends on your definition of 'doing harm'," Jub said in response to Gabriel. "You don't have to severely wound someone to 'do harm'. Sometimes, taking that which he holds dear is all that is required, especially when that person already has so little." He glanced over at the fleeing bandits. "And these would-be muggers were particularly nasty in that regard. Imagine taking someone's memories! I certainly wouldn't shed any tears for them." However, he showed no sign of wanting to pursue the brigands, merely watching as Brutrumukk attempted to give chase. After a moment, he looked back at Gabriel. "I doubt he's going to back down. If you wish, I may know a way to incapacitate him so he doesn't run off and get himself into trouble. Perfectly harmless, though he probably won't thank either of us for it."

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G A B R I E L

All he did was sigh in exasperation as Brutrumukk chased after the brigands into the mist "I'm not so sure it will make things much simpler." Gabriel said in a rather defeated tone "Not to sound a bit blunt Jub but he seems to enjoy this sort of thing." he waved to the area where they had fought and the aftermath "I'll leave it up to you to decide how to handle our bugbear friend because you and he are close, he might listen to you who knows!" he added with a shrug "Do whatever you think is best Jub."

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Tsak Vlos

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Knowing it was a risk, Tsak flew up and around Brut, meeting him at chest hight and puts her hands out. "whoa there big guy, they're gone, you won! There is no need to give chase! The rabbis learned their lesson, lets move on!"

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Jub the Peculiar

Before Jub could respond to Gabriel, Tsak had seemingly taken it upon herself to try and stop the bugbear. The goblin's concern about possibly losing Brutrumukk in the fog turned to actual panic as he feared he might strike out at the fairy for getting in his way. Hoping to mitigate any potential damage, Jub produced his magic wand from his coat pocket and, approaching the pair, began muttering to himself and making a gesture with his free hand in attempt to cast an enchantment on the riled barbarian.

Jub attempts to cast Hideous Laughter on Brutrumukk. The DC is 12 and Brutrumukk has to make a Wisdom saving throw.

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Brutrumukk

Rather than causing the bugbear to collapse into an incapacitating fit of laughter, Jub's spell served only to convince Brutrumukk that Tsak's attempt at getting him to stand down was the funniest thing he'd heard in days. "Like 'Ells I'm movin' on!" Brutrumukk laughed as he continued his pursuit, barging past Tsak if she refused to get out of the way. "I ain't lettin' me lunch get away without a chase!"

Brutrumukk rolls a 12 to resist Jub's spell and moves into the mist.

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Tsak Vlos

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Tsak has had a bit if experience with Bugbears in the past. There was a few things she had learned, one, Bugbears tend to be stubborn and brutish, bully like. Secondly, if you let them walk all over you, they will! Tsak, young and not the wises, lost her temper. Flying at the large beast man at top speed, she attempted a bullrush, not to harm him, but get his attention.

Tsak attempted to shove Brut
Athletics check: 16-1=15

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Brutrumukk

Tsak's attempt at stopping Brutrumukk did nothing but make the bugbear laugh even harder as he barrelled through the fairy's forceful shove and vanished into the mist, laughing all the way.

Sorry, Cao. 21

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Tsak Vlos

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Tsak hit the ground and growled, hitting the ground, "You gods be damned coward! Pick on someone your own size!" Tsak stood up, rubbing her left arm before cursing in Sylvan and flew up to the sky to scout and calm down.

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Brutrumukk

"Good advice!" A voice from the mist called back.

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Aurora

When the bandits started to flee Aurora thought that would be the end of it. Then Brutrumukk started to give chase loudly proclaiming that he was going to eat them. Gabe, Jub, and Tsak tried to stop him and only managed to make him laugh.

"How long do you think it will take for him to get lost Gabe? This fog seems thick and those rabbit people know this area. Maybe ten minutes before he looses them I think. She was only half serious about the bugbear getting lost. It wasn't likely that Aurora would be able to keep up with him, and less likely that Brutrumukk would be able to keep up with the bandits in this fog. Stowing her bow, she half turned to Gabe. "So what is it that is out here that you are familiar with. You mentioned something about it last night after we got here through the portal."

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Jub the Peculiar

"Shoot!" Jub hissed under his breath as his spell failed to have any real affect on Brutrumukk. Much to his surprise, however, Tsak didn't take this as an opportunity to back down and instead outright attempted to charge and shove the bugbear. It didn't work, as he predictably barrelled right through her and went running off into the mists anyway, but Jub couldn't help but respect the fairy for her attempt.

After the fairy flew off in a huff, Jub turned to the remaining members of the group, and pointed in the direction Brutrumukk had gone with his thumb. "I'm just going to follow him, make sure he doesn't get lost," he said, slowly side-stepping towards the mists. "Once he's cooled off, I'll send up some fireworks for you to find us." With that, he turned and went after Brutrumukk into the fog.

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Hither
Queen's Way

There is only the sound of singing birds and croaking frogs as Brutrumukk and Jub run ahead into the fog. The rest of the party have some peace as they watch the two Goblinoids run ahead.

Brutrumukk runs and runs and runs through the fog. However, as he keeps running, he finds that he can't sense the Harengon Brigands. That moment is the moment when he stops running. He has lost the tracks and evidence of where the Brigands could have gone.

But he does find something else:

He found an abandoned raft.

Right now, the 8 foot square raft is stuck in the mud.


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Age: 19

Race: Lizardman

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Lizard Fighter seems like your typical lizardfolk, huge, muscular, and intimidating. Except instead of browns and greens he's ruby red with a cream colored 'underbelly'. He stands at seven feet tall and has the build of a long time laborer, muscles rippling under that naturally tough hide. Some scars do litter his body, focused mostly in the arms and shins, except an obvious quadruple line running diagonally across his face. Barely missing his eyes.

His garb is strange for a lizard man of the deep swamps. Fingerless gauntlets that retained the fur underneath and floofed out at the elbows. A thick hide vest with a fishnet shirt underneath with the same fluffy visibles like his hand protection. Strangely made pants of leather and canvas that left open pockets at his upper thighs, probably due to his tail. Digigrade leather wrappings that had connecting iron kneepads. To hold his ensemble up is a coarse leather belt with a pair of leather bags, one at the hip the other at the small of his back for his stuff.

Height: 7'7"
Eye Color: Emerald Green
Hair Color: None

Personality:
Unlike what Lizard Fighter's gung-ho body looks like, his personality is very laid back. Preferring to lounge and watch others instead of actually doing extra activities with others. Maybe it was because of his reptilian nature, watching and being a lethargic behemoth. Although when he does interact, it's in almost a deadpan manner and incredibly blunt. The reptilian man never sugar-coated what he was saying or thinking. This lack of tact didn't earn him many friends back home.

Despite his supposed laziness, he does get riled up. It's also very easy to do so, a lazy giant with a short fuse isn't very good. This probably ties into his animalistic tendencies, at the hint of aggression or provocation he returns it in force and forcing others to restrain him from going ballistic.

Likes: Warm and Humid Climates, Exotic Foods, Wrestling and Tests of Strength.
Dislikes: Cold Climates, Physical Weakness, Being Provoked.
Hobbies: Trying New Foods, Basking in the Sun, Making Atlas Stones.

History:
Lizard Fighter had the typical upbringing of a lizardman. He was raised in the swamps to the South, learning to care for what the village had as soon as he could walk and speak. He quickly developed a deep seated need to take care of everything he earned considering certain things were harder to come by in a swamp than on dry land. Like quality metal, iron bacteria was plentiful but produced little of that hard metal. Although his people never wanted for food since they knew what to look for.

Unfortunately Lizard Fighter wasn't adept at tracking, or hunting, or gathering non-poisonous substances for the younger tribe members. Eating so much poison gave him a big boost in his resistance to it, it tended to taste good dammit...

He did excel at combat though, each member of the tribe when they reached eight started to learn basic weapon usage. It was here that he took up the lead, wrestling other youths into submission or disarming and knocking them to the ground. His people practiced with clubs, wooden spears, and claws. No metal until they were older so they didn't kill each other by accident.

Of course accidents happen. L.F's rival raked his claws across his twelve year old face, leaving deep cuts that developed into the scars he adorned today. Training and real combat were different however, so he had been sent out years later to experience the world gain the experience needed.

It was at this point L.F received an old knife and a buckler from his chief before being sent on his way. His people weren't blind to the world though and he had heard about Adventurer's. How often they fought and how far they explored. What better profession could there be for the 'savage of the swamp'. He followed rumors and directions to Palisade town, a place of beginnings for Adventurers or so they said.

Adventuring Rank: Porcelain

Equipment:
* Studded Club: A hefty piece of wood with a simple leather binding at the tapered 'grip'. In the bulky head of the club are iron rivets to help concentrate the bludgeoning force into smaller areas for higher damage. Or so the shopkeeper said...
* : A surprisingly huge blade, more like a small beefy sword than a knife, that protects the knuckles of the user with a sharpened guard. It has several cracks along the blade denoting its heavy usage along with a slightly rounded tip.
* Buckler: The smallest of all of the shields, this is strapped to his forearm to leave his hands free. It's a thin piece of iron, dinged up and slightly rusted, with the typical bubble in the middle to ease impacts.
* Leather Attire: Adorning the man were basic leather clothing. Albeit thick and much more crude than what humans normally made. Essentially it was hides turned inside out so the fur was inside, except the collar and hem of the vest.
* Porcelain Adventurer's Tag

Skills:
* Athletic: Living in a swamp has its benefits. You learn how to move through tougher terrain, build strong muscles, and learn how to climb good. Lizard Fighter can perform long leaps, swim easily, climb where others can't, and traverse muddy terrain as if it were a dirt road. Of course the deeper the muck the slower he goes despite being used to it.
* Toughness: Given his reptilian nature he has a tougher physique thanks to his scaled hide. Also thanks to taking many a blow back in his home while growing up. He can shrug off minor hits and mitigates some of the damage of stronger attacks. Either by changing the angle of how they hit or flexing to lessen the impact.
* Poison Resistance: Due to living in a swamp the majority of his life he has become highly resistant to poisonous substances. Prolonged exposure will still affect him but it takes longer than the average human.

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Seeing as how the Druid Girl was now mostly naked save for her underwear, the nomad girl would take it upon herself to hurriedly dig through her pack and toss her tribal dress at her. If they were going to go talk to that farmer, they should do it fully dressed. Of course, now it would have made more sense to give the dress to the naked girl...but...didn't want to overstep and undo Druid Girl's gesture. A smile was on her lips as Big Red carried the girl, and had the decency to offer a final rite for the deceased. It eased her mind a bit that they would at least have a funeral of some kind, even if it was an impromptu cremation far away from their homes.

With torch in hand, the archer would carefully step through the cave's chambers as they ascended. Once the cool scent of the night's air broke the dank musk of the cavern, the archer would let out a sigh of relief. They'd still have to go get the two other adventurer corpses, but from here it looked like they were home free. "I can keep watch until we can move away from here. If you need to, by the way, you can cut some of my dress off for bandages. She needs it a lot more than I do," the archer said, not seeming to at all mind the idea of an important piece of her cultural identity getting scrapped for bandages. She just hoped that she could do good here...in reality, all she had managed to do was kill Goblins. She was of the mind right now that she was the weakest link amongst them; She didn't have the magical powers of the druid which, while only usable thrice had saved the Lizard Fighter's life, and the Lizard Fighter was possessed of a naturally resolute soul, capable of weathering pain and injury as if it was rain cascading off his scales. All she had was her bow.

She was almost certain that if the two had gone alone, they would have been fine without her if not a bit worse for wear. If she and the Druid girl were alone, they would be dead for sure. If her and the Lizard Fighter were alone, she doubted that both of them would make it back alive. Within the girl was the growing desire for strength to protect others, wrapping tightly around her heart. ...She needed to be better.

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The thought of going back to that man and his farm didn't exactly excite Druid Girl. She had not found the farmer partcularly pleasant nor accomodating during their trip with him, but now wasn't the time to bring up and argue petty matters like personal dislikes. Sleeping in a barn was probably safer than sleeping outdoors, close to a former goblin nest... Though one was far more susceptible to burning than the other...

Suddenly however, a piece of fabric came flying through the air and landed over Druid Girl's head. A short-lived moment of panic and confusion entailed, before the girl calmed down at hearing her nomad friend's words. Realizing her allies might not be too fond of one of their own struttijng around in her underwear, the Druid took the hint and slipped the horse-smelling dress on... Well, as best she could anyway, truth be told it was a bit snug and very tight over the chest... But she decided not to mention this, as she didn't want to seem ungrateful when a kind gesure was shown.

The trek back through the cave and up to the outside was uneventful and solemn. The druid wanted to have helped pull one of the dead along with them, but honestly, pulling a fully limp body was a lot harder and more weighty then one might actually imagine. Loathe as she was to admit it, it'd probably just be faster if Big Red went back inside and nabbed the remaining deceased by himself, rather than she and Steppe Archer trying to pull or carry one each. The outside was, as one could imagine, dark and foreboding. A few stars dotted the sky, but the moons hadn't quite xlimbed too high as of yet. The dead goblins were all still there, near the entrance, lying in puddles of their own blood. It seemed nobody had come to disturb things while they were down in the tunnels, which was a relief.

Making a clicking noise with her tongue, the little pixie came rushing over to the druid's side, circiling over her head a few times before landing in the girl's palm. Druid Girl said something quietly and the pixie saluted, taking off at high speed towards the treeline. Following not far behind, the druid began to gather and pick up dried branches and sticks, along with a few rocks and stones. She returned soon to the area just outside the cave's mouth, and set to work building a samll campfire, using one of the daggers she had grabbed before leaving the cave to make sparks. Once the fire was lit, she lay the remaining weapons - the hatchets and two knives, down on the ground and walked over to Big Red.

"Put her down over there, on the patch of dry dirt near the fire. I'll look after her while you go get the others." She said, looking over the brutalized red-haired girl in the lizard's arms. She then turned to Steppe Archer. "Hey, could you do me a favor? Can you go with the pixie and look for some Pipini Herbs? The milk from their stems and their leaves can be used to heal wounds." The carammel-skinned girl requested, not before adding a description of the flower, of course.

Apparently, Pipini herb was a sort of flower that grew near large rocks or boulders, with jagged-edged saw-like leaves and two small, red flowers at the very top. They could be found in almost any forest all throughout spring and summer. It was also one of the ingredients used in low-level healing potions... Of course, Druid Girl wasn't an alchemist, so her brewing some kind of recovery elixir was out of the question, but she could at least use the plant for some first aid.

"Oh, and there's no need to rip up your dress." She added before long. "Her wounds aren't bleeding bad enough and, well, I'd need a pot to boil the strips of cloth in to make them safe for wound-covering anyway." The girl explained. After all, using non-disinfected rags as bandages were just as likely to cause further issues as they were to actually doa ny good.

The little pixie zipped on over and spiralled around the nomad excitedly, landing on the lion-maned girl's shoulder and waving its arms energetically, apparently ready to go whenever.

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The trip out of the cave was uneventful thankfully. There had been enough excitement and ambushes for the night, they didn't need any more. Not that he'd be able to do much except kick, his arms and hands were a little occupied. It was strange how the quality of air changed once they were out, it smelled...cleaner and less dark. The goblin corpses remained undisturbed, so nothing had come to loot or eat. Honestly what would eat one of these smelly unclean creatures?

Still the girls spoke up, Archer saying she can keep watch until they decide what to do, and Druid Girl making a small fire and telling him to set the girl down on a dry patch. Shrugging he did as he was told before eying the dislocated foot of the injured woman. "Herbs and potions aren't going to fix that..." He said quietly before pulling his club from its loop. He wrapped a strip of cloth around its handle before placing it in the catatonic girls mouth.

"I can reset it, but it's going to hurt more than the actual injury." He told the pair as he shifted himself. He was kneeling, on leg over on arm. The other foot holding down her other arm, and his tail was coiled around her uninjured leg. "As much as I don't want to waste anything...when I reset it you should probably give her the healing potion in my bag..." Big Red continued. He was no medic, no shaman, nor a doctor, but he could do something as basic as resetting a joint.

And that's what he did. The girls leg and foot looked positively dainty in his hands. With a fast flexing pull and twist, and a rather nasty sounding pop and crack, he had the girls joint back in place. But he rotated the girls foot, making sure it was truly in while holding down her limbs with weight and muscle. Once she calmed down, assuming she was even aware enough to register the pain, he got up and went to the cave.

It was time to get the remaining bodies and all the salvageable gear the goblins had. Daggers, knives, hatchets, whatever was metal was tucked into a loop or into his belt to be worked on later. The longsword he gave a once over. It was good quality. End...bringer? What a dumb name. A dumb name for a dumb sword... He thought as he shouldered the fighters corpse after getting the longsword in his belt. As he left he hoisted up the priests body like a sack of potatoes and was swift to leave the now worthless cave.

Each deceased body was laid out, the bodies right next to each other. They'd need dry wood to light the bodies up...