[System]
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Class: Sanctioned Psyker

Psyker Power
Divination & Telekinesis are her main fields of psychic talent, but she also possesses two other abilities such as Smite and Storm of Lightning, as well as a rudimentary form of mental communication. Does not possess any noteworthy healing abilities, and she is just as likely to send someone to the warp as she is to heal a minor scratch.

Appearance:
6.6ft tall, pale skin and snow white hair. Sturdy and heavy frame, but still retains her feminine figure despite adhering to a strict physical training regime.

The base of her outfit consist of a simple yet elastic skin tight jumpsuit in dark brown color that is capable of withstanding the vacuum of space as well as provide a decent protection against the elements, though offers little protection versus physical threats. Overlayed on top is a series of armaplas plates that form a chestguard, cuisses, knee-high boots, shoulderpads and gloves stretching back and up to her elbows where they form into a sharp point. They offer good locational protection, especially from the front, but leave her jumpsuit exposed in other places, particularly from her lower back and down to the back of her knees where her boots cover both sides of her ankles. The plates are polished to a light gray color, and almost look like silver. The surface is covered with a series of intricate design and artwork in typical imperial fashion, featuring numerous flutes and ridges across the plates, as well as a couple skull imprints. Above her armor she wears a satin blue silk cloak that hangs down from the back of her left shoulder, as well as a silk loincloth hanging from the front of her belt of similar color. Thrown sideways around her torso is a series of books and scrolls attached by chain.

Running up along the spine of her chestguard is a refractor field generator built into the plate itself, taking form of a small generator emitting a series of horizontal, blue lights up along the back of the chestplate, and shaped much like a human skeletal spine. When activated, a faint, blue and almost invisible barrier appears around her figure.

Her helmet is made out of the same material as that of her armor, and it takes the form of a gothic plated helmet, with a narrow but wide blue glass visor and a longer neck guard extending out behind her helmet. Two plastic tubes are attached to a rebreather device at the bottom mouth piece of her helmet, that stretch out on each side of her neck and down into a small, highly pressurized air tank built into the back of her chestguard.

Her boots are magnetic, and her entire suit when worn enables her to survive in space, and also provides immunity to most chemical and biological attacks. She carries enough oxygen to last for almost an hour.

Equipment:

Main Weapon: Her primary weapon is a two handed power-weapon in the form of an oversized saber with a sleek blade and an extended handle which doubles as a psyker staff, and adorned with sigils, trinkets, technological gadgets and inscriptions. She often uses her weapon in conjunction with her telekinetic powers to amplify its destructive potential.

Calisto. Plasma Pistol.

Ceremonial Dagger. In essence, just a normal albeit flashy dagger with an adorned handle. Typically only carried for show, but is sharp enough to slice through unprotected skin with ease, and small enough to be concealed without much problem.

Refractor Field. Description under Appearance.

2x Servo-Skulls: Familiars. Mostly used to store events, data, recordings and scrolls and provide reconnaissance.

Savior – Saved an influential nobleman by foreseeing his assassination, tossing him out of the way of the sniper's bullet with her telekinetic powers and into a big wedding cake instead.

Guide – Saved a band of arbiters from the underworld of a hive world during an uprising by using her powers of divination to avoid the roaming mobs and gangs and reached safety without incident. Not a single shot was fired during their escape.

Hates Surprises – Accidentally electrocuted and sent three of the arbiters she had saved above to the infirmary when they tried to surprise her with a party later. Being so used to foresee danger before it happens, she is prone to freaking out over minor surprises that eludes her farsight.

Fireteam – During an Ork incursion, she helped a fireteam of six guardsmen hold off a much larger band of orks after their sergeant was injured through using her powers of divination to guide their fire, turning what had been originally green recruits into seemingly crack shots. Any Ork that left its cover was immediately put down from long range, and when they mounted a frenzied charge together, they didn't make it more than halfway across the field to the trenches before they were wiped out by precision fire.

Warpstorm over Mordran V - Adrianne was assigned to aid the planetary imperial garrison with culling a lesser greenskin uprising, assisting local Imperial Guard and Sisters of Battle forces with the purging when a warpstorm suddenly appeared over the otherwise peaceful colony world of Mordran V. Trapped on the planet, Adrianne found herself fighting for survival alongside her imperial guard as Chaos Ships appeared in orbit, and unleashed a ferocious invasion of the planet! Though the warpstorm only lasted for two weeks, by the time it had lifted, Mordran V had been transformed from a lush, promising garden world into a lifeless, daemon-infested hellscape, with most of its original population killed except for a few imperial strongholds that managed to weather the storm. Her experience from Mordran V would change Adrianne for ever. What had been a cautious girl that had stepped onto the planet would instead emerge a seemingly reckless with little to no restraint on her powers!

Time With the Inquisitor: W.I.P.

[User]
The room was dark and dimly lit by some old, flickering lights attached to the walls alongside the endless, wiry mess of tubes, plates and heavy circuitry that ran across the interior of the room.

The wall furthermost in the room consisted of a large, slightly dirty pane of glass that loomed over the rest of the room, staring right out into the empty darkness of space. The room was large, reaching almost ten meeters before its curved metal roof. Despite its size, it was almost completely empty.

All except for one lone figure, an ashen haired woman sitting cross legged right in the middle of the room, the large pane staring out into the void right behind her.

The woman was donned in a tight, deep brown elastic jumpsuit adorned with a web like pattern of metal threads running about its surface. Above it she wore a set of segmented half plate, consisting of a chestguard, a pair of shoulderpads, with two long metal greaves and gauntlets running almost up to her elbows and thighs respectively. Hanging from her back and attached to her elbows was a long, flowing blue cloak, tattered in its appearance as it laid out around her. And along her torso hung a heavy tome on her left side, bound by a hard chain of steel running across her torso diagonally. Her hair, pale as snow, would be hanging out behind her in a long, ashen ponytail that ran down to her lower back.

Adrianne's eyes were closed as she sat in her position cross legged, meditating, frozen like a statue.

Then, suddenly, her violet eyes would open; a faint shimmer of sickly purple light emanating from them before she blinked once more, and they were back to their normal violet hue. As if summoned by an invisible calling, she reached forward to pick up the metal helmet in front of her. An armored zero-g helmet fashioned much like the rest of her gothic plate armor, and with a skeletal skull at the center of it where the facemask should be.

Standing up, she reached forward and made a gesture with her hand. Lying motionless some feet in front of her was her staff, and upon her gesture, it would suddenly fly up from the ground and land right in the palm of her hand, Adrianne grasping it as it came at her.

"This is Information specialist Flores, by order of Inquisitor Icarus, all those that are part of the Inquisitors retinue must report to the meeting room immediately for information about the mission at hand."

A voice suddenly sounded across the room, coming from the vox speaker located somewhere up in the darkness of the roof of the room. But by then, Adrianne had already reached the door, which she opened with a slight gesture, walking through staff in hand. As she passed through the heavy iron door, two shadows located at either side of the door would come to life, snaking their way down through the air like it was water. As the snake like figures entered the light of the corridor behind them, they would be revealed to the be servo-skulls, each with a long, snake-like metallic human spine snaking out from the back of their skulls like a vicious, pointed tail. They followed Adrianne like a pair of shades, hovering behind the psyker as she marched through the vessel towards their intended destination.

And with one final step, the woman would suddenly disappear in a crack of black smoke, vanishing instantly!

*

A creeping, unnatural sense of cold would suddenly wash of the briefing room for a short moment that could be experienced by every organic being within. The unusual sensation was followed shortly by what might have felt like the beginning of a migraine, as if the center of balance in the room shifted ever so slightly for a moment - before everything suddenly returned to normal.

Now standing behind Vala would be the figure of Adrianne, the psyker seemingly having materialized out of nowhere!

The psyker was quiet, not saying a word. Indeed, standing as she did in the half-shadows and wearing her mask, she almost looked like some dark spirit! Throwing a glance at the back of the red haired woman standing in front of her, a sense of curiosity ran through her mind.

The woman definitely didn't look like any imperial official or soldier that she had seen, and she looked far too regal and proud to be a deck monkey. She was a mystery, though Adrianne did not speak. Instead, the psyker continued to stand directly behind Vala, deciding instead to see how long it would take the woman to even notice her.

Turning around, she could see another guardsman and the fellow Psyker present.

The guardsman looked as grim and spartan as ever, though unusually clean from the pictures she had usually seen of his division. The way he stood, his posture, everything about him simply radiated a steely, grim resolve, like that of a man ready, perhaps even eager, to throw himself into almost certain death to fulfill the purpose of his existence. Yet, for some reason, and almost comically so, there was something about him that made him rather uncomfortable. Perhaps it was the social gathering and lack of dangerous bullets whizzing by and the smell of bodies?

Adrianne took a moment to try to remember his name, if she even knew, though quickly gave up, realizing the foolish errand of befriending a guardsman. A guardsman of Krieg nonetheless!

Looking the other way, she saw a woman, sporting a funny hat in a rather swashbuckling attire. The way Maria stood still like a statue, and her quaint outfit, made her in some way almost resemble an imperial naval officer. If she had not already known she was a fellow psyker, Adrianne might initially have assumed she was simply an officer or a very flamboyant mercenary come to serve.

Finally, Adrianne continued to stare right forward, over Vala's shoulder. Which quite frankly wasn't that difficult, as Adrianne was quite a bit taller than the other woman.
Instead, she made sure to cross glances with the Inquisitor, Icarus, simply nodding with the empty, dark sockets of her mask when she met the Inquisitor's gaze, acknowledging her presence and attendance, before continuing to listen.

[Assistant]
Vala stood there after presenting herself and just observed the room and the people who were now present in it. The inquisitor was well... the same, the guardsman was also not really interesting. The woman that entered and had a really interesting hat and coat was well a lot more intriguing. Vala wasn't sure exactly from where that woman hailed. Her coat reminded the merc of a certain rogue trader she once met. They also seemed to prefer as showy garbs as this one.

 It was then that the atmosphere in the room changed. Something felt wrong and caused Vala to narrow her eyes for a moment, steeling herself. This was... no... it maybe... couldn't be. Vala's hand lightning fast was already on her laspistol. She threw a quick glances around and verified that the inquisitor was not taking action indeed. Then this must not be an enemy attack.

 The former mercenary had an idea of what had just happened. She felt similar things just before she was picked up by the Imperium. She glanced left and right, confirming that no one was there which left only one place where the new arrival could be... Behind her!

 She tried to take a single step back, but quickly pressed against the woman standing behind herself.' I knew it...' Vala thought, not really amused by this. She hated having people in her blind spot. She usually fired at such cases right away with the inquisitor's calm looking state being the only thing that made her no shoot right away.

 "Ahm..., would you kindly step away from my blind spot, please?" Vala asked the woman who was behind her. Yes she realized it was a woman the moment she felt the rather soft front when she tried to take that step back." It's kind of annoying to have someone in my blind spot and not fire at them..."

[User]
Adrianne would tilt her head slightly to the side, her long white ponytail swaying behind her as she did.

"Ohh? Would you assume me to be some sort of thug or bandit? Now now, I was going to shank you and run off with your purse, I would have done so long ago." The Psyker spoke with a rather amused voice, her lips curling into a smirk behind her skull mask.

Eventually, she reached a hand up to her mask and clicked a combination of buttons, causing a slight hiss as the edges of the helmet seperated from her collar, and she pulled it off, allowing her ashen white hair to flow freely around her face as she set Vala with a pair of strong, violet eyes.

"Don't worry yourself. Unless, you are one of those few with an utterly ridiculous social bubble... !" Adrianne added with a slightly joking tone at the end of her sentence as she eyed Vala up and down, as if something about the other woman really amused the Psyker for some reason.
"Have you ever attended a congregation to our glorious Emperor ever in your life? One would've thought one session of that would have washed away all shyness!"


[System]
Alias: Photon

Age: 19

Sponsor: Dr. Light, Raven

Personality: Greedy, Cunning, Caring

Powers: Light manipulation: Can generate and absorb electromagnetic waves, though the further they are from the visual spectrum the harder they are to work with. While this ability is generally fairly weak, he also has the ability to bend, focus, and redirect light, which is remarkably strong, and can even be used to keep industrial lasers and laser weapons from hitting him. This ability also works on hard light constructs, such as holograms and Lantern constructs, due to Dr. Light's training. He has been known to focus the ambient light into laser beams when need be, but they are generally weak due to the small amount of light in them.
His suit can absorb light from the visible and some near-visible wavelengths, storing them for him to use or using them to power a hard-light shield on the surface of the suit.

Weaknesses: Darkness. Without light he has to rely on the small amount generated by his suit or the small amount he can generate. During his training with Raven, however, he learned to resist the weakening effects of Darkness.

Appearance:

Brief Bio: He doesn't remember his parents, just growing up in an orphanage on the outskirts of Gotham. The adults there were cruel, only caring about the money they got off of the kids, not the kids themselves. When he started exhibiting powers at the age of seven the people there saw him as a gold mine. With a metahuman working for them they could make huge amounts of money. They quickly pulled him out of school and started his grueling training, with one of the workers there teaching him karate via the "if you'd learn to dodge you wouldn't get hit" technique. They'd then make him exercise, followed by using his powers. When he became too tired to keep practicing, they'd beat him until he started practicing again.
One day he decided he'd had enough of this and, when they tried to beat him, he blinded them with a burst of light. He ran away and never came back. He learned to live on his own, being taught by the beggars, thieves, and general low-lifes how to make a quick dollar when you needed to. He even learned to read and write due to the teachings of one of the homeless men in the area. The man was an ex scientist who'd let alcohol ruin his life, but he was more than happy to teach a child about math and science. From his teachings Lin learned about how you could cloak something by bending the light around it, and found that he could do the same thing with his powers.
When he grew up he went to look for a more reliable way of making money and came across Dr. Light. The Doctor agreed to build training devices for him, and help him to learn to use his powers as long as he would steal things the Doctor needed in his research. One year ago, however, the Justice League caught Dr. Light and locked him up. Lin decided to strike out on his own, but when, a few weeks later, he found a young girl living on the streets in Metropolis's China town district he got an apartment nearby and adopted her, though not officially. He now steals things for whoever is willing to pay.

What's Changed: N/A

Notes: Skills: Stealth, Parquor, lock picking, hacking, studied several martial arts forms

Sample Post: Photon decloaked himself near his apartment. Another successful job. Another paying client satisfied.

"Azarath Metrion Zinthos" he heard, and was immediately surrounded in a sphere of darkness, cutting off access to his power source, namely ambient light. He tried to output enough light by himself to overpower her trap, but she was too powerful. Eventually, he stopped struggling and she made the field around his head disappear. "Photon. You're under arrest. Give back your stolen goods and I'll make sure the police go easy on you."

"I don't have it anymore, I already delivered it to my client."

"Then tell me who the client is so that I can get it back." she responded.

"I can't do that. I'll lose clients if I tell who they are."

"But you'll lose Lin if you get sent to prison." she said, referring to Photon's sister.

He knew that he couldn't risk getting locked up, as she would be sent to a orphanage if he was put in jail. "So you know about her. That means you know why I need the money. I'm willing to switch sides and work for you instead, but I'll still need a paycheck."

She thought about it for a while, then nodded. "Fine," she said, "we'll work something out, but in the mean time, consider me your parole officer. Now, the name of your client?"

Photon nodded. "Luthor."

[User] "Hey Kid, how about you not come up with names for people before you speak to them. Some may not enjoy being called strange things such as feathers." Jamed stated calmly from the table where he sat. His next statement was directed toward Guardian Angel. "It is a pleasure to meet you Angel, you may call me Scourge." He stood and smiled at the winged female. "I look forward to working with you." He winked at her after that statement. He still wasn't to excited to be in this place. He would had to get used to a brand new place. He was so accustomed to the fire house that he wasn't sure how exactly he would get along here.

[Assistant]
Michael's head cracked against the floor with a resound thud. How in the hell did I get myself into this? He thought to himself as he was once again pinned to the ground with his arm twisted behind his back. Help me with a demonstration, she said. An electronic chime sounded above him as the number on the display over Black Canary's head increased to 15 as his remained at a whopping 0. I wasn't expect 15 rounds of fighting with her! Hell, I would have worn something a bit more padded than jeans and a shirt!

"I think that's enough of a demonstration of the capabilities of the training program here in the War Room," He could feel her looking down at him. "Don't you think so, Michael?"

"Oh, yes, quite enough." He strained to say as she twisted his arm just a bit further before releasing him. Oh, thank God! I thought she was gonna break it. He pushed himself up on all fours before coming up to a kneeling position to roll his arm around in a circle. Again. He groaned as he stood back up and stretched before turning to face Black Canary. "If you're done with me, I'd like to get something to eat before everyone shows up and eats all the food."

She nodded to him as the displays over their heads vanished. "As you can see the War Room can be used as a training area besides what may be available in other areas of the headquarter."

She turned as a large display with the layout of the city appeared, but before he could heard her give the same speech he had heard before he left the War Room and began to make his way to the kitchen. Having been at the headquarters a full week before any of the other's that had been sponsored arrived he had wandered the halls of the headquarters and had found many shortcuts to other areas of the building. He decided now would be the time to use one if he wanted some of the food that was giving off such a delightful aroma through the entire floor. When he arrived where the others were he paid little attention to them and sat at the table where the food was before fixing himself a plate.

[User] AngelFinally someone with tact. Angel smiled and approached Scourge and offered a hand to shake. "Likewise. I hope I may serve you all well." The newcomer entered without a word and started eating. So far this group seemed largely uncooperative. The dynamic made her unsure how Sarah would intergrate with the others. However there was no way to find out but to try, but not just yet.

[Assistant]
Shock was pretty much delighted by how much the team enjoyed her food. It was great to have a second use for her teammates -- guinea pigs for her culinary school. She was pretty sure she perfected her sauce and finally took a seat next to the Hood (who looked kind of worn out by the way). She first picked up her bread, (Rolls were one of her favorites!) munching on it as she turned to look at one winged member. "I wonder why she talks like that? It's kind of creepy..."She said to no one in particular with her face somewhat confused. She shrugged it off though. Maybe she was a robot like Red Tornado. Of course, there was a way to figure it out for sure. She could go give her a nice little love zap and see if her electricity fried any circuits...but curiosity killed the cat. She could accidentally turn a teammate into a hell bent psycho keen on destroying their lives (like in one of Virgil's video games! Ha.) or have to deal with one pretty pissed off non-robot teammate for the rest of her stay here. The pros didn't outweigh the cons so she sighed, turning her body back towards her plate and proceeding to eat some of the chicken.

She wondered how her abilities would stack up to the rest of theirs on the field. Would she be a burden she could sometimes be with her brother? Or a teammate that everyone eagerly awaited. She'd just have to worry about all that later she supposed. For now she settled on listening to how her teammates interacted. It wasn't that she was shy or reserved. She would just speak when someone wanted to speak with her instead of forcing her conversation down someones throat. It was a time to take in their personalities too. She hadn't seen everyone yet but she had made judgements about some. Scourge seemed like someone Shock probably wouldn't readily get along with after his reprimand and jokey demeanor about her food tasting good (Of course it tastes good...i made it, her face took on a somewhat sour expression). Judging by how quickly Angel got along with him too it was probably a given that the pair of them would be at odds (ignoring how condescending her personality already came off with the way she spoke and worded things). The Ditto guy seemed adorable though, pretty cool how quickly he liked her food, Photon too. The hood and Kid Rogue she still wasn't sure about but all these were just first impressions...She could be greatly mistaken.

After she finished her plate, she cleared the chicken bones and placed everything in the dishwasher before leaving the headquarters to sit up in a tree. There weren't many wooded areas in Dakota City which is something she yearned for. She felt pretty free in the forest which is ironic given her power-set. She took out her pole, extended it, and flew up towards a branch before hopping onto it and setting her back against it as she calmly closed her eyes and let her thoughts wander.

[User]
Dominic smirked as the so-called Angel responded. It seemed that he was wrong about her being a companion of Hawkwoman. To be fair just because she had a set of wings didn't mean she was automatically A Thanagarian! Although if she ended up claiming that that other place of origin was the big place upstairs, then he was calling bullshit! Sure he could get superheroes and even aliens, but this was something different.

The comment from the so-called Scourge nearly made him laugh out loud. It would seem that there were heroes among them yet! Flexing his arms slightly, he stood tall and moved forward into the room, gently tossing the explosive he was playing with from hand to hand. After pausing for a moment, he opened his mouth once more.

"I am terribly sorry!" He said, his voice riddled with sarcasm. Turning to face Scourge, he continued. "I promise you now Big-man, that I shall not do it again!"

Chuckling slightly he watched as the room gained a new arrival. He gave the hooded youth a short salute before making his way to the refrigerator. Peering inside, he frowned. After place his grenade on the countertop, he rummaged around inside, shunting about the various cans of soda and ready meals.

"I don't suppose we have any beer?" He asked, turning around to face his new teammates. "Please don't tell me that we're going to have to rely on that Pepsi shit in there?"

[Assistant]
"You've done well in supposing otherwise," Ray mocked a chivalrous tone. But a sly smile crept across his face before he spoke a special sort of sentence, the kind of outright defiance that created the rebellious teenage stereotype long ago. "We don't have it, but we do have something better." He waved his hand over at their winged associate.

"It'd be great if you would pass me a Pepsi though," he rested his hand on his chest. Mimicking a junkie, he quivered his voice and trembled his every muscle "Could really use somethin' to take the edge off... if you know what I'm sayin'."

"The name's Raymond, I go by Time Bomb." He shrugged, "But you can call me Ray." Then, to no one in particular, "Does anyone know what can clean bulletproof vests? There's this stain on my emblem and I can't get it off. I don't want it to look like there's blood on my logo."

It's just spaghetti sauce. Could get a great bit for my reputation if any of the bad guys saw it though. Looking at all the people surrounding him and recalling those in his vicinty, he summised that a reputation would be all of an advantage he'd really have unless some of the higher powered members fought with their brains instead of brawn. Then I'd have nothing.

[User] James glared at Kid. He didn't like the way the male spoke to him. He was so used to being treated fairly that he wasn't used to the fact the people may not like him. He had worked with the same people long enough that they all knew each other on a personal level. "Don't call me big man. I have no desire to go by any other names. Do not call me by another name unless your intent is to irritate me, in which case we may have problems. Also drinking while on duty isn't a good idea, no matter how little." He shot back at the male then looked to be other male who had asked about washing bulletproof vests. "The outer cover should be removable, you should simply be able to put it in a washer. If not then sponging it with soap and water should do the trick. Of course if it is a bad stain, stain remover works as well." He shrugged as if his knowledge of the armor was normal and continued with his food. Now uninterested in the rest of the people in the room. James wasn't normally this hot headed but for some reason he was on guard now. Was it the new environment and new people? That had to have been it. He did know one thing for sure, if they were expected to be a team it wouldn't be an easy task getting them to work together without some sort of bickering. A lot of training was going to have to go into the teamwork of the group. That much was obvious to him.

[Assistant]
"I don't suppose we have any beer?"

"There's a pub in Dublin I go to some times, no minimum drinking age and all." said Photon. "They only let Supers in. We'll Zeta there after the day's work's over. In fact, if anyone else wants to go, I'll buy them a pint of Guinness too. Just as long as they promise not to come to work with the hangover the next day, that is." Photon rarely drank himself, but he found that it was a good way to get people to like you. "I'm Photon by the way." He held out his hand.


[System]
BASIC
Goes By (Nicknames): Mel
Age: 2,500 approx.
Gender: Female
Race: Silvan Elf

APPEARANCE

Face Claim (Actor/Actress They're Played By): Ehh, she's never really had an actress per se, it's a drawn picture that I found on google that I use for her but it's just perfect for her xD)
Hair Color: Straw blonde
Eye Color: Ice blue
Skin Tone: Quite pale-porcelain-ish
Height: 6 ft
Weight: No idea tbh XD I'm no good at working out weights lol let's just say she weighs around what she's supposed to for her height
Build: Slender and tall like all of her kin, well-muscled with a strong/sturdy frame overall
Weapons: Bow (which was once her father's, was passed on to her when she was old enough to learn to shoot), Rapier, set of elven fighting knives

Overall Appearance:
Appearance + "Casual" Clothing (ignore the sword and the magic mist stuff, she doesn't have that xD) :

Armor:

Arm guards:

Bow:

Rapier:

Daggers:

PERSONALITY

Likes: The stars/star watching, spending time with her family, killing orcs etc.
Dislikes: Orcs and other such evil beings, watching her loved ones sad/suffering
Strengths: An excellent and swift fighter with both bow and blade, fiercely loyal and devoted to her family and loved ones, will always stand up for her beliefs and friends
Weaknesses: Headstrong and stubborn, does not always listen to others' advice or orders. Often impulsive and rushes into things before thinking of consequences.
Fears: Surviving severe injury but not being able to fight or look after herself properly, losing Legolas or Thranduil, being unable to have her own children someday

Overall Personality:
(huge paragraphs oops sorry-have a basic breakdown in case you don't feel like reading the whole thing xD)
Sarcastic | Untrusting | Loyal | Sharp-tongued/snappy | Compassionate | Sensitive

Mel is a witty, fairly sharp tongued and often sarcastic individual, she is wary of strangers and will take quite some time to trust most she meets, though those who have a child-like innocence about them seem to find her trust a lot easier. However her tough exterior does hide a soft and loving side deep down. To her family and close friends she is devoted and gentle, and would do anything for them. Losing someone that she cares deeply for affects her more than most perhaps, and it would take her a good few centuries on most accounts to reach the point where she can accept it fully and "move on" from it as well as she is capable. Indeed she still feels melancholy at thoughts of her passed relatives but can push it aside if the situation calls for it. Her sense of duty is unparalleled to most, and many a Mirkwood soldier who has served under her command has been known to describe Mel as "hard headed and as determined and foul-tempered as a Warg keeping hold of the last scrap of meat at mealtime". Once she has a job to do, she will not abandon it for any cause, no matter the consequences, until the task is completed.

Mel is extremely wary of dragons and would sooner attempt to kill one than converse with it, regardless of whether it approached her in a friendly manner or not. She has seen the ruin and death that dragons can bring, and indeed she will never forgive the beasts for tearing apart her family, to ask her to befriend one will be met with only contempt, bitterness and hate on her end. Other than dragons, there is very little that sparks enough fear in her to reduce her to a blubbering mess, as Mel is a particularly tenacious individual which is to be expected from someone who has grown up in a forest which has been steadily taken over by darkness and evil. Having to slay and fight with nests crawling with extremely large spiders on a daily basis means it's not exactly a "good idea" for lack of a better way to phrase it, to be afraid of them. However, anything larger than those spiders which she has experienced in Mirkwood is highly likely to leave her rather bemused and more than slightly concerned, as she has never confronted any arachnid of a larger size before in her life. In regards to how she responds to fear, even when Mel is scared to death she is not the type of individual to stand there literally quaking in her boots, whimpering and bawling. Instead she typically takes on the "rabbit in the headlights" kind of approach and tends to completely freeze up, totally unsure of whether to run away or fight whatever puts her in that position.

While she is by no means a "damsel in distress", nor does she necessarily act like a "spoilt princess", however she does occasionally act at rather 'high and mighty' as some may describe it, because of her well-off upbringing. Mel isn't a tantrum thrower by any stretch of the imagination, but she does at times react to things which displease her by pouting and/or sulking and then proceeding to make some sort of snide comment on the matter. Snide comments and sharp remarks are something Mel is never short of, which may come as a shock to some as they would expect someone of her upbringing to be "polite and lady-like", though she is far from it. She is not inherently rude all the time, and due to countless lessons from her aunt and uncle in her younger years she is perfectly capable of acting in a civil manner to form treaties, alliances and other such things, and is indeed even rather capable of sitting in on many political matters and being rather persuasive towards her own or her kingdom's need and win the opposing party over - even if it bores her to death! She does not take lightly to insults towards either herself or her family or kingdom, and unfortunately it doesn't take much to get her riled up. Mel is not unknown to take a swing or two at someone who overstepped their mark with her, though for the most part she tries her best to keep herself controlled and will usually just respond in turn with some other cutting remark towards the person who started the whole affair.

BACKGROUND

Date of Birth: I actually haven't been able to work it out exactly just yet XD it's a couple decades before Legolas', though ;)
Place of Birth: Mirkwood (well, back then it was still Greenwood but yeah XD)
Family Relations: Ardor (father, deceased) Thranduil (uncle), Legolas (cousin)

[User] Gandalf shook his head and chuckled in amusement as he smiled at Bilbo as if this had been planned all along between them. "Nonsense." he spoke to the woman standing next to him. "You'll find he's more than capable, come let's get inside out of the wind." the wizard added as he stepped over the dwarves on the threshold who were grumbling and cursing amongst themselves as they picked themselves up off the floor and brushed the dust off their clothes.

[Assistant] Groaning the woman followed, walking over the company with her elegant legs that appear to be covered with a black catsuit which had a few traces of feathers being embedded into the clothing. With her head down, she managed to get through the door with her curled horns kept down. She didn't get too far inside, but just kept herself intrigued near the fireplace. "Explain this to me, wizard", Bilbo demanded.

[User] "Now now Bilbo, no need to get so upset!" Gandalf protested with raised eyebrows. "They're quite a merry gathering, once you get used to them. All will be explained shortly when the leader of the party arrives."

[Assistant] "I don't want to get used to them. Look at the state of my kitchen! There's mud trod in the carpet, they…they've pillaged the pantry! I'm not even gonna tell you what they've done in the bathroom, they've all but destroyed the plumbing! I don't understand what they're doing in my house!", Bilbo was now rambling. This wasn't helping. "Excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt. But what should do with my plate?", one of them asked the Hobbit. "Here you go, Ori, give it to me", the one named Fili from earlier responded. He threw it to his brother, who also throws it to another dwarf in the kitchen, they continued doing this with all the plates. "Excuse me! That's my mother's Westfarthing pottery, it's over a hundred years old!", Bilbo told them, almost going into a panic. The female heard music coming from the kitchen and she stayed in the shadows behind the kitchen door frame. "And…and, ca…can you not do that, you'll blunt them!" "Ooh, d'you hear that, lads? He says we'll blunt the knives!" "Blunt the knives, bend the forks" "Smash the bottles and burn the corks" "Chip the glasses and crack the plates. That's what Bilbo Baggins hates! Cut the cloth and tread on the fat. Leave the bones on the bedroom-mat, pour the milk on the pantry-floor, splash the wine on every door, dump the crocks in a boiling bowl, pound them up with a thumping pole. When you've finished, if any are whole, send them down the hall to roll!" Gandalf and the female were chuckling in amusement as they watch the dwarves clean up the dishes and cutlery as they sing. "That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!", the dwarves laughed as Bilbo walks into the kitchen to see all his plates and cutlery all cleaned and stacked.

[User]
Gandalf simply smiled cheerfully at Bilbo, thankful that the dwarves didn't do any of the awful things that they had said in the song, or else the hobbit would never agree to go. He counted the dwarves who were present and noticed that there was still one missing. Thorin had still not arrived.

No sooner had Gandalf thought this than there was a loud, thumping knock on the door that made all the other dwarves go silent.

[Assistant] As soon as the door was thumped against, and the room turned silent, all that was heard was the shuffling of the female, who has seemed to scatter and retreat into the shadows as if there was something to fear. Her outfit perfectly camouflaging in the darkness, except for her eyes. She wasn't to be feared by, not anymore, but this one dwarf wasn't one she was ready to come across.

[User]
"He is here." Gandalf murmured as he crossed the room, with Bilbo behind him and went to open the door. On the doorstep stood a dwarf with hair as black as the other dwarf who had come with his twin earlier, and silver-grey eyes that seemed to bore straight into your soul. He glowered up at the wizard as he stepped over the threshold.
"Gandalf. I thought you said this place would be easy to find; I lost my way, twice. Wouldn't have found it at all if it hadn't been for that mark on the door."

"Mark on the d-?!" Bilbo gawked at the dwarf in shock, then protested indignantly. "There is no mark on that door, I assure you sir, it was painted just last week!"
"There is a mark, Bilbo. I put it there myself." the wizard confessed.

[Assistant] Unknown to them, the female felt invisible to the rest of the company, hopefully able to make herself known. She was stuck in the darkness, but she was close to Gandalf. Finally able to walk out, she thought that introductions would be made first. "I'm not liking this at all", she whispered to the wizard, clearly uncomfortable in this kind of situation. Having a old grudge see his vendetta wasn't one she wanted to cross paths with.

[User] "Just relax, Maleficent." Gandalf shook his head to the strange female. "You are not doing yourself any favors by being so afraid constantly. You will never break free from your past if you cannot let it go."

[Assistant] As much as Maleficent wanted to hide, she knew she couldn't hide forever, especially from the likes of Thorin Oakinsheild. She made herself known, but kept her wings closed tightly against her body. "So, this is the hobbit. Tell me, Mr. Baggins, have you done much fighting?", the new dwarf asked the Hobbit. "Pardon me?" "Axe or sword, what's your weapon of choice?" "Well, I do have some skill at conkers, if you must know. But I fail to see why that's relevant" "I thought as much. He looks more like a grocer than a burglar", this made the other dwarves laugh.

[User]
Bilbo seemed put off by the dwarf's scathing comment, and in truth it hurt his feelings somewhat though he knew he couldn't let it show, so he simply shuffled past them and made his way to his armchair.

"Now that everyone is here, come, let us discuss things." Gandalf directed the others left in the hallway towards the dining room where the other dwarves were still waiting.

[Assistant] "What news from the meeting in Ered Luin? Did they all come?" "Aye, envoys from all seven kingdoms" "And what did the dwarves of the Iron Hill say? Is Dain with us?" "They will not come", visibly upset they all were, even Maleficent who sat beside Gandalf, but she kept a good distance from Thorin. She wasn't afraid of the dwarf, but she didn't want to cross him if they ever mentioned his father, whom she killed during her corruption. "They say this quest is ours, and ours alone" "You're doing a quest?", Bilbo piped in.

[User]
"Far to the east, over hills and ranges, sits a single solitary peak." Gandalf explained as Thorin unfurled the map on the table.
Bilbo peered over the dwarf's shoulder and read the label scrawled under the diagram of the single mountain peak. "The Lonely Mountain..."

[Assistant] "I figured", Maleficent thought aloud. "One of the last dwarven kingdoms of Middle Earth. Encased in a mountain, famed of its enormous treasure. Currently guarded by the great Smaug the Terrible", she said in grim when she looked over to the map. "Far into the Misty Moutains, it would be across Laketown, and from there, the dark woods of Mirkwood itself", she added when one of her finger cuffs trailed over the map in the directions she described. "If you're wondering, I've been there. I saw the dragon, I saw the treasure, I saw the darkness, and also, the sickness".

[User]
"Dragon?" Bilbo's face paled a little at the thought of such a gigantic beast. Turning to Gandalf accusingly, the hobbit jabbed a finger up at the wizard. "And you want to drag me into this?!"
"Now Bilbo, calm down..." Gandalf protested. "Just hear the plan out first."


[System]
Age: 16

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Appearance:

A bright eyed girl from the Steppes of the Northeastern highlands, she carries with her a brightness and optimism that would lead one to believe her a simple runaway girl with dreams of adventure. Her complexion is tanned from her time spent under the open sky, and she seems to be in a perpetual good mood, judging from her omnipresent smile. She is of a lithe build, and has a slightly bowlegged stance from her life spent riding on a horse. Her arms and legs are fairly toned and muscular for her frame, making her a lot stronger than your average girl from a farm.

She is almost perpetually seen with her hair in a ratty mess, the only restraint to it being her hairband that keeps her bangs from blocking her vision entirely. Her outfit usually consists of a traditional tunic of the Steppe, with large sleeves that give her arms free movement, a black long skirt that has been ripped at the sides to allow her legs more freedom, and a pair of leather sandals. When adventuring, she wears a leather breastplate beneath her dress for added protection.

Height: 5'7"
Eye Color: Amber
Hair Color: White

Personality:
A little ball of sunshine and happiness, there doesn't seem to be much in this life that can get the Steppe Archer down. She carries with her an almost infectious energy that brightens up the room, seemingly always in high spirits.

Her optimism is matched by her keen observation skills. In just a few minutes, she can identify the people in a room at a glance, and tell how someone is feeling by their expression. Despite her perceptive nature, she herself is very blunt, and often unable to think before she speaks. It is not uncommon for something she says to come across as harsh due to her lack of common sense compared to most other people.

Likes: Horses, Sweet Meats, and Flowers
Dislikes: Enclosed spaces, Negative thinking, and Insects
Hobbies: Leather working, Cooking, and Stargazing

History:
On the large rolling plains of the Northeastern Highlands, one is born, lives, and dies on the move. There is no pause available to the nomadic people, with each waking moment spent with focus being on procuring food, supplies, and, once those begin to run low, the focus shifts to uprooting the camps and moving elsewhere on the Steppe. Their society is organized by numerous small "tribes" that have banded together to form a Confederacy, overseen by a leader who rules for a period of ten years after a martial tournament is held between the greatest fighters of the tribes.

Before she was born, her father was heralded as the mightiest man on the Steppe, unbested in archery, and a master of wrestling. On the second year after she was born, he was dethroned and retired to his previous life of being a hunter to provide. In the time she spent with her father, she would learn the art of the hunt, and come to grow into a young girl. Life would proceed as it did, the circle of life in an unending loop, marching onwards with the beat of the people who's lives were spent chasing life. It wasn't all bad, not in the slightest. The meat was plentiful, the hunt was thrilling, and the life lead was one far from purposeless.

Eventually however, the decade-held tournament would be held, and with the rise of a new chief came new and bizarre laws. One of which being that a "bride" of each tribe was to be offered to his son, as if they were pieces of meat to be handed out. And quite unfortunately, she was "selected" as the delegated bride. Rather than accept some impish demand for her virtue and hand in marriage to some spineless whelp, she would instead flee the Steppe with her father and mother's blessings, figuring that she could eek out a living as a mercenary or adventurer.

With no military willing to accept such a young girl despite her demonstrated skills, she was left with no avenue but to become an adventurer, arriving in Palisade town on the Frontier due to its closeness to home.

Adventuring Rank: Porcelain

Equipment:
Nomad Bow: A composite recurve bow of Steppe Archer's own making, made out of horn, wood, and sinew. It is well used from the years that Steppe Archer has spent hunting. Due to its smaller overall size compared to a normal bow, it is ideal for shooting on horseback and while moving, while not sacrificing the power of a full bow.

Nomad's Sword: A steel curved sword resembling a slightly less curved scimitar. Ideal for slashing things apart, or gliding past something with a slash. Has a large enough grip to be two-handed.

Torchfire: A beautiful mature auburn colored horse that Steppe Archer rode into town on. Despite the fact that she isn't able to bring it on many adventures due to the danger, she still insists on keeping it stabled up in Palisade Town, just in case she needs it. She is Steppe Archer's pride and joy, and her greatest asset in battle on a more open plain.

Skinning Knife: A small knife that's sharp enough to cut through flesh. Usually used by Steppe Archer to skin the beasts that she slays, in order to sell the pelts for a sizable sum. Steppe life taught her never to be wasteful.

Steppe Ensemble: Steppe Archer's protective leather breastplate beneath her folk-style dress. Her clothes keep her cool in just about any climate, and the leather armor beneath provides enough protection to shield her from light damage.

Porcelain Adventurer's Tag

Skills:
Horseback Riding: There are few that can match the riders of the Steppe when it comes to equestrian based combat, and as a proud Steppe child, Steppe Archer can ride with the best of them.

Trap Setting/Disarming: Much of the Steppe's hunting is done using traps to catch prey. As such, Steppe Archer is proficient in finding the perfect spots to place traps, whether that be to aid her friends, or harm her foes.

Handy Woman: On the Steppe, work is divided amongst the men and women equally. As such, Steppe Archer is skilled with physical labor, capable of many tasks that many in the realm would consider "men's" work.

[User]
Steppe Archer was in absolute disbelief as the man wet himself. He really DID have no dignity, didn't he? Oh god, and now he was crying on top of it...

Steppe Archer visibly cringed at the sight of it all, starting to really, really wonder why men went to such lengths when it came to drinking. Did the man mistake himself for a fish? Because as far as she saw, he sure was better at running than any fish she'd ever caught. Hanging her arms in a mixture of disgust, contempt, and disappointment, Steppe Archer would raise one hand, then the other, before slapping herself on the cheeks to snap herself out of the instant funk brought on seeing...THAT.

"Erm...We did it...? Wait yeah, that's right Mister Barkeep, we didn't even have to take him in!" The nomad girl would say, regaining a bit of her pep. Smiling at their accomplishment, Steppe Archer would nudge The Lizard Fighter with her elbow, saying: "But, if it weren't for Big Red here, we might have had to beat him up a bit. So...guess you're a really good guard!"

Steppe Archer would smile widely, but, seeing that her druidic friend was looking a bit down, would come up beside her and pat her head. "And your bit about having him EAT the guy if he didn't go home was great acting! Oh, and don't let what that guy said get to you -- Men are really gross when they're drunk," she would say, trying to ease her companion's nerves over what she perceived as being the issue. After all, getting told you have huge knockers had to be humiliating. Not...not that Steppe Archer would ever get to know that humiliation. But she could assume it!

Now with her spirits raised back to full, Steppe Archer would lead them towards the residential district, looking up at the moon for a bit. "...Its really bright. Tonight's beautiful..." she would say, a smile tugging at her lips.

[Assistant]
If this man had been an adventurer, then Lizard Fighter knew magic. It was a rather pathetic sight, why did humans do this to themselves? It honestly baffled him every time he thought about it. But it didn't take long for the man to finally notice the tall reptilian man who was glaring down at him with eyes that promised pain if he didn't get his ass going.

Of course the man, in his drunkness, thought Lizard Fighter was a dragon. Which got his eye to twitch as the man fell on his ass and began to scoot away until he hit a building. A sight so pathetic he didn't think he'd see another like it ever again. A full grown human male crying, snotting, and begging someone to save him.

Druid Girl got in on it now, threatening the man with being eaten by the 'dragon' if he didn't get going right now. Whatever self preservation he had finally kicked in and off he stumbled. You couldn't really call it a run, and it was more than a shaky walk.

The bar keeper started laughing, having thought the oaf would start swinging at the temporary guards. At least someone got amused by the situation. His attention went to the Druid Girl before shrugging. "It's fine. He stated neutrally, he had never tasted human but judging by the fact animals almost always refused to touch their corpses...they must taste bad.

A pair of slaps, and Archer Girls reddened cheeks let him know she...had done something to herself and seemed happy no one had to get into a scuffle because intimidation. But... why did she slap herself?! Why were humans so damn weird?! Instantly that all got shoved into the back of his mind before the group began their patrolling once more. "Watch your step for...puddles." He said, no need to step in drunken vomit or urine. The bright moons would easily reveal the glistening slop.

Archer Girl mentioned it being really bright out because of the two moons being nearly full. "Maybe that will keep crime down since it's so bright out." He commented, couldn't steal or break in if you were easily visible after all! Still he kept his eyes peeled for suspicious activity. Another thing that confused him about humans. Always craving what others have! Get some money and get it yourself! Or duel for it.

[User]
Happy to hear that her Lizard-friend hand't taken offense, at least not enough to warrant a complain, Druid Girl smiled again. Perhaps it was nice or empowering to be mistaken for a dragon? After all, they were some of the most powerful and ferocious beings alive, so being called a dragon was hardly an insult... Unless, of course, the Lizardfolk has some kind of contrived pride that lizards were in some way superior to dragons... Which the girl doubted very much.

Hearing Steppe Archer's comment about drunken men being scum and foul made the girl stifle a chuckle. True enough, they were a generally gross and unpleasant lot, but the same could be aid for almost anyone. Very few people, regardless of race or gender, were 'pleasant' drunks after all. Still, she appreciated her companion's attempt at cheering her up, and thanked her properly for it. The head-pat however... Druid Girl wasn't quite sure how to respond to that - usually, she was the one doing things like that after all!

As they walked and entered the residential area of the western part of town, the archer made a comment about it being bright and pretty out that night. In truth, it really was quite lovely, though it would have been more so if they had been out in the wilds, rather than walking around the cobbled streets of a dingy little frontier town like this. Still, one had to make do with what was given. Big Red, however, was as pragmatic as always, seeing the bright light not as something to appreciate, but rather just another tool with which to complete his job, and do so with less risk and effort. Really, the lizardman really needed to learn how to enjoy the little things in life... Or perhaps he could only enjoy things that mattered to his lifestyle and culture? The scaly ones were a different species after all, so values and priorities were bound to be different, but still...

Regardless, the trio patrolled along the houses and buildings, stopping a few times to peer down alleyways and narrow streets, peeking out around corners and over hedges or fences. Still, for all their sleuthing and searching for ne'er-do-wells, they ended up with nothing to show for it. It seemed that tonight really was a quiet time for crime, with no hoodlum muggers or back-alley burglars plotting to do ill doings with nefarious motives. Honestly, it was a bit boring, but after having had to clean a ditch of rotting animals, then bathe in a cold-as-heck river during sunset and then watching a grown, drunken man wet himself, perhaps they had all had enough excitement for one day?

Almost as soon as they finished their rounds in the residential district, they peered up to see the green moon hanging at the very crown of the sky, higher and more elevated than any other astral body.

"Looks like it's about time." Druid Girl said, having gazed at the moons, then glancing at both her companions. "We just needed to report back to the garrison, right?" She asked, not rememberign quite clearly if that was actually necessary. Though given their run-in with the drunk, it was understandable that her mind was a bit... adrift...

Given their current location, all they needed to do was head inwards, towards the center of town, and then a bit north and they'd be back at the garrison in very little time. Hopefully, no unfortunate business or random encounters would show up to block their path and impede their progress at completing this quest and getting the appropriate reward.

[Assistant]
Steppe Archer's smile only brightened at the prospect of their job getting easier with the bright moons being out. It certainly made alleyways more inviting, with each hour passing only making each place a more unsafe place for darkness to dwell. She really did feel like they were doing great, even if this was just a single, well-lit night on the job. If she didn't feel like getting harassed by drunks on a bi-nightly basis was a turn-off, she might well have considered swapping careers...but adventures sounded a lot more fun than guard duty. Still, she wouldn't mind taking a job like this another time, if needed to.

As the time grew nearer for them to end their night off and head to bed, Steppe Archer would yawn and stretch, energy finally having hit its limits. "Yeah, we just...gotta get back to the garrison, get paid, and go to bed." she would say, starting to walk towards the center of town with her companions, then back north to the garrison. It was simple enough to get back, and, with the time limit having just been hit, it was a good time for the nomadic archer to finally bottom out on stamina.

Thankfully, nothing would happen as they entered, the archer stepping forward to say: "We patrolled around, and no trouble sir! We found a drunk, but...he found out that going home was a lot better than spending the night in a cell," she would say, extinguishing her torch and saluting.


[System]
Title: (None yet)
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Race: Human
Background: Shirou was always an odd duck of a child. Unlike his family, he was never really interested in sports or anything physical. And on the occasions they went to the beach or a pool, Shirou was always doing something other than playing in the water; like cloud watching, reading a book, playing some game on his phone, or something else. He was also known for getting lost in his own little world; his mind would wander to strange places, with him occasionally reacting to his own thought physical with a smile or even a laugh.

Despite his father's attempts at getting him into soccer, it never seemed to stick. Instead, he would instead bring up various video game versions of the sport, and the interesting changes they made. On top of that, he also often went on bizarre tangents, as conversations with him could start in one place, and end up somewhere else entirely.

He always came across as a little off to the people around him, and that made it hard for him to fit in with others. He seemed to take this in stride. However, once he found a group of people his own age, he suddenly became more lively. Not only did he get even more into gaming, but he became more outspoken.

In spite (or perhaps because of) his odd mind, Shirou found that computer programming came naturally to him, almost disturbingly so. While he might not have been the sports star his father dreamed of, he did in fact have a promising future ahead of him. In fact, he was already looking into collages when he was a first year in highschool.

Class: Tinker
Subclass: Mechanic

Health: 21 (2,100)
Mana: 20 (2,000)
Strength: 20
Agility: 50
Intelligence: 50

Level: 15
Renn: 6,334
Experience: 5,164

Tinkering: 30
Smithing: 30
Magic Smithing: 30
Exotic Ranged (Gauntlet Blasters): 19
Riding: 10
Mining: 10
Tinker (1/Tinker) - User crafts an item that exists in the game. Any items may be attempted even without facilities but all ingredients must be present. Chances of successes increases with facilities and Smithing/Tinkering Skill. 300MP.

Invent (5/Tinker) - User designs and invents an item. User will design every aspect of this item, including any potential unique Actions (up to 1) that may be learned and used. Final design must be consulted with the GM for approval. Item is not crafted upon using this Action. Items designed with Invent may only be crafted using Tinker Action. 600MP.

Armourer (5/Tinker) - User's armor gains extra resistance against item damage. Passive.

Repair Item (10/Tinker) - User repairs target item. 300MP.

Mind in the Machine (10/Tinker) - Every time user crafts or repairs an item, user has a small chance of gaining 1 point in Tinkering Skill. Passive.

Bounty (1/Universal) - User gains D10 extra Renn whenever they receive Renn from GM. Passive.

Greater Bounty (5/Universal) - User gains D10 extra Renn whenever they receive Renn from GM. Stacks with Bounty. Passive.

Grand Bounty (10/Universal) - User gains D10 extra Renn whenever they receive Renn from GM. Stacks with Bounty and Greater Bounty. Passive.

Fire Strike (2) - User shoots out a stream of fire in a line, dealing moderate damage. 100MP.

Zenith Mark 1
Gnome Mark 1
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Transforming Multi-Tool - Can transform into any tool that could be used in a workshop (hammers, tongs, etc) but has lower durability. Cannot transform into any weapons.
Crystal

Basic Steam Engine: 10 Iron (200), 5 Copper (125), 5 Steel (300)
- Total cost: 625
Drill Assembly: 10 Steel (600), 5 Iron (100), 5 Wood (25)
- Total cost: 725
Wooden Assembly: 10 Wood (50), 1 Iron (20)
Total cost: 70
Rotary System: 10 Iron (200)
- Total cost: 200
A small mining machine. Can run for 2 hours off of 5 pieces of coal.
Mines:
- Iron
Materials: Basic Steam Engine (625), Drill Assembly (725), Wooden Assembly (70), Rotary System (200)
Total cost: 1,620

A suit of armor capable of casting the spell "Fire Strike" from both gloves at once for the cost of one casting. Uses wielder's MP and INT
Materials: Full Metal Plate Armor (1,000), 6 Iron (120), 20 Crystals (1,000)
Total cost: 2,120
- +30 Attributes and +20 Skills
- +2,500 Renn
- Unique item (created and bestowed by TM), 1 free Spells/Actions

[User]
Health: 2044/2200
Mana: 2660/3300

Strength: 30 + 5 [Power Treads] + 10 [Potion]
Agility: 60 + 5 [Skirmisher's Buckler] + 5 [Cutthroat Gloves] + 10 [Potion]
Intelligence: 0
Stamina: 10

Damage: +30 [Potion]
Defense: 16U 23P 19B 9C 0MPolearm Wielding 45
Acting 15
Beautifying 10
Music 5
Light Step 15
Sewing 30Zenon Spear (Uncommon)
-10% MP Cost for Lancer Actions

Cutthroat Gloves (Uncommon)
+5 AGI

Light's Bane Cloak (Uncommon)
Increase Hiding Chance

Leather Armor (Uncommon)
Fancy Clothes (Uncommon)
Skirmisher's Buckler (Uncommon)
+5 AGI

Power Treads (Uncommon)
+5 STR

Ring of Protection (Uncommon)
+1% to all items' resistances

Teleport Ring (Common)
Teleport small distance, once per day.

Jewelry x2 (Common)Lycanbane - Increased Damage against Lycan-based Enemies

Zenon Spear -10% MP Cost for Lancer Actions
Light's Bane Cloak Increase Hiding Chance
Ring of Protection Small Damage Reduction
Teleport Ring Teleport small distance, once per day.

Bounty (1/Universal) User gains D10 extra Renn whenever they receive Renn from GM. Passive.
Greater Bounty (5/Universal) User gains D10 extra Renn whenever they receive Renn from GM. Stacks with Bounty. Passive.
Grand Bounty (10/Universal) User gains D10 extra Renn whenever they receive Renn from GM. Stacks with Bounty and Greater Bounty. Passive.

Flexible (1/Lancer) Whenever an opponent misses a melee attack against the user, user may immediately move backwards or counterattack to deal low damage. Passive.
Practiced Steps (5/Lancer) User gains a low chance to evade melee attacks if the target is holding a short-ranged melee weapon. Passive.
Polearm Mastery (10/Lancer) User's normal attacks deal additional damage. Passive.N/A
As the warg's corpse pixelated into nothing, leaving behind only EXP and loot, Cecilia let out a sigh, wrenching her spear out from the tree and inspecting its edge. No nicks, no bend. Her leather armor was inspected as well, only spiderweb marks left by the claws of the beasts. Good. She can continue on without any repairs, and it looked like Zks was back as well.

Or well, as 'back' as someone could be when they weren't even present for the orientation at the start of the dungeon.

"Understood," Cecilia spoke, tossing one of the Wolf Pelts over to Willow. "I'll take the other two, if no one has objections. And Willow, River, calm yourselves. For scouting purposes, a Rogue works best alone, and our fight created a perfect diversion."

A pause, and then she flashed a small, cheeky smile, switching easily to a cheekier persona, her eyes widening slightly, her posture become more light and active, her tone brightening like a blooming sunflower.

"Not that I couldn't have found the totem three times faster than Zks if I wasn't doing my job as a warrior, neh?" Cecilia winked, her enhanced eyes glowing softly in the daylight.

[Assistant]
Health: 3000/3000
Mana: 3900/3900
Renn: 7013 Renn
STATs Tree:Health: 30
Mana: 39
Strength: 27
Agility: 31 (+5)
Intelligence: 32
Skills:
Archery: 19
Gambling: 11
Literature: 11
Monster Knowledge: 27
Music: 23
Short Blade: 14
Shield Wielding: 15

Cutthroat's Gloves (E) - +5 Agility
Leather Armour (E)
Sharpshooter's Hat (E) - Small increase in ranged weapon accuracy

Totoro
Health: 4500/4500
Mana: 1800/1800
STATs Tree:Health: 45
Mana: 18
Strength: 37
Agility: 31
Intelligence: 15
Skills:
Unarmed Combat: 15
Acrobatics: 10
Climbing 6
Tracking 8

 Dubstepp opened up his menu, looking at his now updated statistics. He read the experience bar and frowned; the musician noticed he still had a long way to go until he became level 15. Closing the menu, he spoke out. "No, he did not destroy it." Dubstepp chose to answer River's question that was originally directed to Zeke. The trainer nodded his head once he began speaking.

"If he did destroy the totem, that would've been the first thing he would've led with." Dubstepp shrugged his shoulder."Then again, he very well may have but is waiting to surprise us with the accomplishment though he would be more enthusiastic in that case." The giant rabbit hopped over to its trainer's side. Dubs put his hands out as not to stumble over from the vibration of his hops.

"So Zeke, where is the totem? We're on an easy streak and I hope it stays that way." Dubstepp honestly spoke to Zeke. He adjusted his hat, looking out in the distance to see if any other monsters could be spotted.

Dubstepp speaks to Zeke.

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Interacting with:
@HueMan

[User]
Health: 1000/1000
Mana: 1700/2000
Strength: 20
Agility: 50
Intelligence: 50
Stamina: 0
Exotic Ranged (Gauntlet Blasters): 10
Fire Strike (2) - User shoots out a stream of fire in a line, dealing moderate damage. 100MP.
Zenith Mark 1

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When the last mob fell, Prome walked over the drops and picked up a crystal "Ohh...shiny." He put it in his inventory as he looked over his gauntlets "But yes, these are going to need a serious upgrade, because my damage output just isn't going to cut it." And suddenly, ideas started to come to him, and he became blind to the outside world "...Should I add a new spell or two, or would it be better to add additional instances of Fire Strike, each with their own cooldown? The second would most likely be cheaper, and I am going to need all the money I can get to keep my arsenal up to date. Hummmmm...should I just redesign the Zenith from the ground up while I'm at it? Maybe I should look into stat boosting gear? Could I find some way to incorporate things like that into the Mark 2? Or maybe I'd have to find out how to make them myself, so I could apply that process to the Mark 2. So many irons, not enough fire."


[System]
Appearance:
Age: 23

Blood Type: A

Occupation: U.S. Marine

Specialization: Guns (duh)

Starting Weapon: M9 Beretta with one clip on back-up that he took with him on the trip.

Background: Alex was the firstborn in the White family. He was never really motivated during high school to do much work, which made joining the Marines a pretty easy choice for him. The Marines changed him for the better, changing him to become more committed and respectable than the lazy slacker he was. He came to Banoi with his younger sister, Cassandra, to celebrate his return from yet another tour of duty unscathed. His skills will certainly be put to the test now that the undead are rising though.

Other: N/A

[User]
Louis groaned as he staggered up off of the cold floor of the hotel kitchen. His head was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to explode at any second. "Merde! I need aspirin..." He put his hand to his right temple as some sort of small relief while he tried to recall what the hell he was doing before to end up here. With the massive headache he had it was obvious he'd definitely been drinking. Like a lot. Liquor and him were going to have to take a break for awhile after this one.

He plucked his favorite knife from the board it was held in to make sure nothing had happened to it while he was out just as someone started banging on the outside of the kitchen door. Louis grabbed his head in pain. "Guy with a hangover in here!" The banging continued in earnest and he groaned again before going to pull it open. Probably one of the kitchen staff who'd forgotten their key.

Without warning the person burst through before he'd even fully opened the door, knocking him to the ground. "What the hell is...your..problem?" He found his voice leave him as he looked at the gray-skinned girl in front of him. The girl standing over him was definitely one of his kitchen staff, her uniform covered in drying blood. Large chunks of skin were missing in visible places. He didn't even get a chance to ask if she was alright before she was on top of him, growling and snapping her jaws at his neck. He tried his best to keep her away but still dazed from his hangover he wasn't having much luck. Belle had fallen from his hand when he fell over, and he reached for it with his free hand. As soon as his fingers felt the handle of his trusted knife, the girl had managed to sink her teeth into his arms. He yelled out and pain and on instinct clutched Belle's handle and drove the blade right through the top of the girl's head. The girl twitched slightly before slumping perfectly still on top of him. He pushed her off and yanked the knife free from her skull. His hands shook as he did so looking at the girl again he could definitely tell whatever the hell she was, she wasn't human. A loud inhuman yell came from from the direction of the door the girl came entered from. He didn't know what it was nor did he care. He ran straight for the door in the opposite direction leading into the hallway, whatever was yelling following behind him.

[Assistant] Chloe awoke on her bed surrounded by towels she went to sit up but everything went hazy and she fell back to her bed. she could hear her friend in the bathroom making a gurgling noise. "are you still throwing up from last night." she noticed the bite on her arm and turned a deep green and had begun oozing puss. "shit, claire are you alright" the monster that had once been her friend turned slowly to face her. parts of her face had peeled off revealing the muscle and tissue beneath. the thing jumped at her, quickly she grabbed the paddle from under her bed and swung it at the zombie caving its head in, but still it got up "WHY. WONT. YOU. DIE" she screamed beating it repeatedly

[User]
Deathly, grim silence.

Blaine Okoma rose up from his bed, eyes still half-asleep as something groaned from inside of his bathroom. Great...just great. Did he somehow have sex with a female before he went to sleep? He couldn't have; he hadn't drank anything that would have made him stupid enough to risk an STD or pregnancy, and drinking was a no-go for a football player, anyways. The muscular young man stumbled onto the floor, instincts automatically making him steady on his feet. The groaning got louder, and there was...a clawing noise, and then splashing, and then a louder, more inhumane groan. Okoma, now alert and cautious, snuck closer to the bathroom door, quietly trying the door-knob. Whatever was behind it got quiet, and then a low moan sounded out, and a body slammed against the wooden door, cracking it. Instinictively, with a grunt of surprise, Okoma leaped back, before narrowing his eyes and squaring his shoulders, as if he was getting ready for a game-winning tackle. Another claw, and the wood peeled back at face-level, revealing a horribly decomposed, graying face of a cleaning lady.

He charged.

His powerful tackle sent him through the wooden door in a hail of splinters and splaying body limbs. Instincts kicked in, as he locked powerful, tan arms around the thing's torso and slammed it head-first onto the toilet. Bringing back a fist, he abruptly sent if flying forward, a shower of gore coming from it's rotten head as he repeatedly slammed it's brains in with his fist. Once it stopped groaning, Okoma panted, crawling backwards and falling onto his butt. Now that he could see clearer..."Holy shit..." The normally cool football player gasped. A zombie. A motherfucking zombie. And he had just killed it.

Standing on slightly shaky legs, Okoma glanced around once. He needed to get out of here. The room was stinking unbearably, and the darkness didn't ease his caution. Looking around for practically anything, Okoma grabbed what appeared to be a medpack off of the table, along with one of those compact, heavy-duty wrenches that was used for multiple things. He strapped it to his belt-loop, before narrowing his eyes and turning around. Just as he was about to dash into the hallway, he saw his figure in the mirror. Tall, muscular, tan - obviously of Native American descent. Short hair, handsome visage, wearing nothing but a bloodied white wife-beater and jeans/sneakers. Not the most durable of outfits, but it would work for now.

Grabbing his NFL backpack as he ran out the door, Okoma strapped it to his back and began heading down the hallway at a decent speed, on the look-out for any rotten douchebags. He was seen as a cool, collected, and rather badass player in football and other sports such as MMA and Wrestling, but this...this was crazy.

[Assistant]
Victor paced back and forth, nervously wringing his hands. He had locked himself in his personal hotel room but he knew he couldn't stay there for long. While he didn't think there'd be a problem with anything getting inside, his primary problem was with himself. Hunger. Other than a snack sized package of potato chips he had eaten a few hours earlier, his room was completely devoid of food. Victor also figured it was only a matter of time until the pipes quit running without anyone to maintain them. Not to mention, he wasn't about to drink any of it anyway. Who could tell it wasn't something in the water that had caused all this? Weighing his options, he decided he'd have to make a run for the kitchen, grab all the food and bottled water he possibly could, and then return to his room and hunker down until it was all over.

Searching for a weapon, Victor had an idea. In a section of his closet, was a few rusty old pipes still attached to the wall because the hotel owner hadn't hired anyone to disconnect them yet. Using all of his strength, Victor managed to rip out a particularly thick section of pipe to use as a makeshift weapon in case his mission for food went south. Gripping it in his hands, Victor tapped it experimentally against his leg. It was old, heavy, and full of lead. Perfect for bludgeoning someone chasing after him. Putting an unsteady hand on the thick wooden door to the hallway outside of his room, Victor took a deep breath and readied the pipe on his shoulder. He was ready to go. He swung the door wide open and dashed out of his room. In the back of his mind, he almost hoped he wouldn't have to return.

[User]
When the rays of sun filled her room Elizabeth had finally decided to crawl out of bed. Walking to the dresser across the room she grabbed a bottle of water and cracked it open before grabbing two advil and popping them into her mouth. Once she had managed to swallow them with the aid of the water she walked out to her balcony and leaned over it slightly before taking another sip from the bottle. "Damn I really need to learn when to stop, the headache the next morning is so not worth it." She muttered to herself as she noticed something in the pool. Rubbing her eyes in disbelief for a moment she looked carefully and seen it was blood and a few floating bodies. Throwing a hand over her mouth in disgust she started to back away when she watched a body from the floor above her fall over the edge, even with it happening so fast she could tell it didn't look right.

Once back in her room she quickly closed the doors to the balcony and grabbed the phone calling the front desk. Frantic about wanting to know what was going on she grabbed a sewing kit and looked through it till she found a pair of scissors. Realizing no one was on the other side of the phone she just left it on the floor and started to cry a little.

[Assistant] Chloe dropped the paddle to the floor and put her hands on her head and began to cry. she sat for a few minute before standing and going over to her balcony and looking over the edge. she stumbled back when she saw the horror that had set upon the once beautiful resort. there were bodies strewn everywhere, the pools were red with blood and more zombies walking around on the ground. "What the fuck is happening" Chloe said to herself

[User]
Louis ran down the hall clutching his knife in his right and covering the bite wound with his free hand. The yelling creatures were still chasing after him and he was doing everything to evade them. Knocking over any luggage cart still standing. When he reached the end of the hallway and he tackled it as hard as he could, forced it open, and as soon as he was on the other side he closed it just as quickly and shoved a nearby maintenance cart in front of it. He leaned against the cart with a relieved sigh.

Now that the adrenaline was starting to leave he noticed he was in the front lobby and could finally see the full damage. Corpses littered the room and it was almost impossible to find a spot that was covered in blood. "What the hell is going on here?" The front desk phone started ringing. as soon as the noise broke the silence of the room he saw one of the corpses start stirring. "Oh fuck my life."

[Assistant]
A loud hammering sound came from a nearby door, close to Louis, and then an emergency door was kicked wide open with a loud crash. Okoma growled lowly, brutally throwing the slow zombie off of his form, only to gasp as another one fell from the door and onto his neck. Before it could take a crunch out of his flesh, the young man plowed it's face in with his fist, making it fall against a shopping cart. Okoma was on his feet in a second, curb-stomping the mush out of the zombie's head while yanking his useful tool from his belt. The first zombie was back on it's feet, and lunged towards the larger man. On nimble feet, Okoma side-stepped it's clumsy lunge, gripping his wrench with both hands and swinging the light-weight, durable metal tool towards it's head.

*SPLAT*

Gore sprayed along the wall, covering his shoes and the bottom of his pants. "...Fuck." Okoma groaned, staggering back a step and panting slightly. His eyes wandered up, taking notice of Louis' form, and he straightened, walking forward. "Hey, the Hell's going on?" His deep voice had taken a confused tone as he eyed the chef; his TV hadn't been working. Maybe this other man had heard news?

[User]
Victor raced down the hall, his heart in his throat. Visions of gore and carnage were all he could see. Corpses littered the hallways and blood was everywhere. The smell filled his nostrils and he just couldn't take it any more. Turning his head to the side, Victor vomited against the wall. He watched as the moss green splotch of his stomach contents mixed with the crimson red surface of the wallpaper. Fuck. This was a bad situation and as far as he knew there was no one else alive.

Suddenly, Victor heard what sounded like a woman crying coming from up the hall. He frantically placed his ear to each consecutive door on the way, attempting to pinpoint its location. He finally rested on a door towards the end of the hall. He could hear the sound clearly now. It was definitely coming from the door in question. "Hey is anyone in there?" He banged on the door with his pipe. Suddenly, a human like form lunged at him from the floor, yelping in fear, Victor took a mighty swing with the pipe in his hand. Splat! The creature's brains were dashed across the thinly carpeted floor. "Please!" He called to the crying woman inside the room. "Let me in! I think more creatures are coming!" He rapped on the door again, urgency in his voice. "Open the door please! I beg of you!"

[Assistant]
"Uh, haven't had a hangover like this since... high school I think? Ow," Alex said as he rose from his bed. He looked across the room to see his little sister still resting. Well, she wasn't little anymore, but to him, Cass would always be his little sister. Not wanting to wake her, he quietly went to the bathroom and found some ibuprofen to help his headache. As he was sipping a glass of water, he couldn't help but hear a faint scratching sound coming from outside their room. Again, he quietly moved across the room, this time toward the door. He looked through the peephole, but something was blocking it. He opened the door, only opening it a few inches since he had forgotten to unlock the top lock.

Suddenly, a decayed face appeared in the space between the door and the wall and an arm shot through the gap soon after. Alex jumped back, away from the walker, and looked at it for a few seconds, his mind trying to comprehend what was in front of him. He then jumped into action, running toward the Beretta in his suitcase while also shouting for Cassandra to wake up. He came back toward the door and pointed the handgun at the walker's head. "Back away from the door or I will fire! I'm giving you to the count of three! Three... two... one!" He readjusted his aim and shot a single bullet at the walker's knee cap. It fell on its now injured knee, but kept trying to get in anyway. "It's not even human," Alex said before firing another shot at its head, killing it. He then turned around toward Cassandra. How much had she seen?


[System]
Gender:Female

Appearance:

Goals: Bella was studying to be a History Professor with a focus on classical civilizations to the medieval era. In this other world of scattered people… Maybe she can see if she can make a Roman Empire that doesn't fall.

Past Life: Bella grew up the daughter of a politician and a History Professor. Her mother is an accountant turned politician and her father is a long time History Professor. Since she was young, her father introduced her to the History of Rome and taught her all about it. By the time she was out of compulsory schooling, she was about as knowledgeable on everything during the reign of Rome as her father and had a working knowledge of the Latin language. If anyone had a question about it, she could answer easily.

She went to college as a history major with a minor in political science. And the political science minor was only because her mother took up a career as a rather successful politician. Through her time in college, she assisted her mother's campaign as well as study history. Every now and then, she would go and look into other politicians and get interviews when she could.

In the end, her life ended as someone stabbed her from behind. Likely from asking the wrong individual the wrong question about the wrong person.

Abilities:

Physical Conditioning: Peak human
Your body is naturally tough, durable, and strong. The pinnacle of human physical strength, endurance, and agility. Keep training, and surely you can surpass even stronger beings.

Soul Flare: The ability to turn ones soul into a weapon itself. Needed for most basic magical feats. Channel the mana present in the air through your body to achieve great feats. Allows one to interact with supernatural things, and perceive things others may not.

Ability Gained: Goddess' Eye
 The Goddess has given you a prestigious blessing. The eye will allow you to see things about a single living target in your vision that others can not. Status, general health, current disposition, abilities, special and other such information. Use it wisely, and you could use words as effective as any weapon or use it to disable someone with as little conflict as possible. Additionally, you can see things that are unable to be seen, and interact with it, and they you. Spirits, ghosts, and other such beings and things of that nature. However - things with special protections, such as beings with a divine connection, and skills will obscure your vision. It does not reveal things that are hidden through mundane means.
Trivia:

-Bella played a lot of Total War: Rome II to try and put old Roman strategies to practice.

-Bella can speak Italian, Latin and English

Inventory:
-Padded Armor
-Rapier

Learned Skills:

-Cleansing Fire - Fire, is not always destruction. It is also life, energy. It invigorates and brings warmth to all. Were fire never to exist, humanity may have never made it through the ice ages, for without its warmth they would fall victim to the frigid cold that envelops this land. Though fire can burn wildly, furiously, and destroy all, yours can also heal and bring comfort to those. By focusing positive energies into your fire, you may heal and cleanse small wounds.

-Mana Redirect - A skill allowing one to redirect magical energy tossed at them from any supernatural source. Rather than absorbing and meshing it with your own, you redirect it to some other purpose, thus weakening its effects upon you as you turn it towards something else. Generally, this will work with everything but some sources of energy would be far too strong to completely deflect, and some are easier to work with then others.

-Flora Command (lesser) - You're able to command the natural world around you, to an extent. Though, as it comes from domination rather than understanding and mutual understanding, it is not out of mutual respect or because they desire it. Rather - they do not wish to incur your wrath, so they cooperate.

You can't perform complex actions or move them very quickly yet, and flora with more vitality may still ignore you outright as of now.

[User]
@Rune_Alchemist

Coinage: 8 Silver, 5 Copper
* The (shredded) clothing on his back.
* A fur cloak.
* Seed of the Demon Plant
* Untanned boar skin.
* Leather Belt
* Knight's Shield
* Knight's Dagger
* Knight's Longsword
* Dwarf's Polearm
* Rope
* Some preserved food
 Enough for two people to last a few days.
* Roll of what seemed to be a mat of thick fur, likely for sleeping on
 Comfortable, but only one.
* A heavy looking fur/cloth blanket.
 Cozy, warm and heavy. Good for sleeping in colder climates.
* Communication horn
 Made from bone, hollow and likely used for communication.
* A small pot and a ladle
* Frozen canteen of water
* Map of the Under roads.
 A map detailing some routes used by the Dwarves and Shadow Elves to travel in their subterranean homes. Its not entirely complete, but it at least shows the routes to the two most notable settlements and several other places of note. Unless you travel off the paths, you probably won't get lost.

By the time Sorcha came to view, Isidore found himself settled, his emotions in check and a stalwart purpose behind every movement again. Was this just experience, or had part of his 'peak human' status helped with the processing of toxins that his liver was currently handling? Regardless, he tilted his head slightly to the side at the swordswoman's reaction and said, "I'm perfectly lucid, Sorcha. And it's no problem. Considering circumstances, Leuca most likely needed some fun anyhow."

Still too many words. His tongue was still loosened by that ale, and Isidore still found himself speaking before contemplating. He frowned slightly, but whatever concerns he had, whatever thoughts, were chased away by Augusta's arrival.

Though the tower certainly hadn't done her any favors in terms of hygiene, with three days of travel bearing heavily on her otherwise alabaster complexion, the difference a well-made dress alone turned Augusta from merely being merely beautiful to being on the cusp of breath-taking. The mixture of colors was reminiscent of the night sky, golden embellishments a mimicry of the moon's splendor. It was curious, that the Urutha, a subterranean race, drew such inspiration from the night sky. Portions of it looked padded though, at least from what he recalled of the woman's silhouette before, serving to accentuate Augusta's natural curves in a tasteful fashion. Useless as protection, but aesthetically pleasing. Isidore kept his mouth from falling open like a punk in the throes of hormonally-driven attraction, however, and nodded at her.

"You look good," he said, unbuckling the rapier from his belt and offering it to her. "This will complete the look."

Retrospectively, Isidore may have done well to save some of his dinner for Octavia to enjoy as well, but surely if Augusta could afford a dress, she could've afforded a meal for their pet as well. He gave the demonic dog a scratch behind the ears instead, before following in Sorcha's footsteps, settling into the posture he always used when in a meeting with professionals: back straight, eyes forward, shoulders back, and movements deliberate. The Queen of the Urutha, no matter how influential, was not his queen.

Her palace room still gave him pause though.

A waterfall that created a pseudo-moat around the room, and a throne cut from a massive mushroom that exuded enough of a ghostly radiance to light up the room all by itself? In a past life, this would have been childishly gaudy, the fantasy of an immature dreamer, but here, it only reflected the otherworldly prestige of the palace's owner, Queen Vasserasa No-Last-Name. An Urutha different from the others he'd seen, affected perhaps by the demon that served as Gloomhaven's guardian so many years back. Her dress was understated and elegant, her arms slim but solid. Her countenance was a mask, the same mask that so many other people of influence had learned to perfect, yet worn so naturally that Isidore wouldn't have been surprised if it was simply her natural face. And her crown...

Her crown was silver.

Isidore narrowed his eyes, ever so slightly, but relaxed just as swiftly. Sorcha being constantly referred to as the Storm Bearer was something worth keeping in mind. Not so different from being referred to as the Undertaker or the Midnight Man, really. A title, manifested from a reputation potent enough to reach across nations, in a world without global media. Impressive.

Perhaps he'll make an impression as well.

"Call me Isidore," the dark-haired man spoke, striding purposefully across the room towards Vasserasa. His gaze flickered briefly towards the male beside her, whether attendant, guard, or husband, lingering just long enough to show that he was seen, before settling back upon the queen's eyes. "Of those gathered here, I'm the least remarkable, but I thank you yet for the hospitality you extend. After such long travels, it is soothing to see such a pleasant city, no matter the gazes of its occupants."

He stopped at the stairs leading up to the throne, allowing the queen to keep her high ground, and extended one hand forward for a shake.

"And it's wonderful too, to have affirmed once more that this world full of great horrors will balance itself out with greater beauty."

[Assistant]
Novak
Novak still had more questions, most importantly what was going on with Leannah, but it looked like the Illuminator had lost interest in them. He felt a sense of dread rising within him over just what he had gotten himself into. Lazhira had made it clear that she believed it to be a very bad idea to do this, and Iva'Krorh had made it clear that there would be dire consequences if Novak reneged on their agreement.

He didn't see any other choice of course, not if he didn't want to hand over Lazhira, the girl who had done so much to help him and the others out, or at least that's what he assured himself. Regardless of her unwillingness to disclose anything about herself- something that Novak certainly wasn't guiltless in doing- she didn't deserve to be trapped here with this crazy god. The town certainly wouldn't believe them if they returned without Lazhira and claimed to have met the Illuminator in the flesh, who coerced them into handing the girl over.

But what did Lazhira think of this? Would her gratitude for him talking Iva'Krorh out of taking her amount to anything, or would she consider it more important to prevent the Illuminator from retrieving the orb? Would she backstab Novak at first opportunity using whatever powers or skills she had concealed from him? And if she did, would Narkissa cover for her, disdainful as she clearly was of Novak? Just what sort of person was Lazhira really like? Perhaps he should've asked the Illuminator about this while the god was in the mood to answer questions.

Just what have I gotten myself into?

Novak stepped away from the hag and back into the laboratory room so that they may converse away from the Illuminator. "Well, what do you think we should do now? There's still one unopened door down here, and Leannah still hasn't returned. I don't like the thought of leaving her behind in this place." He didn't want to talk about the deal he made with the Illuminator, so he hoped that focusing on more pressing matters would push that into the back of their minds.

It might not be a good idea to spend the night here, but if they needed to, there was a living space on this level, with beds and a kitchen.

"Speaking of leaving," he continued, "You two heard the Illuminator's warning too, right? Be careful though on the way out, the foolishness of mortals can't always comprehend the words of a God and may act rashly. It sounds like there's trouble waiting for us if we leave. Lazhira, what do you make of this warning? Do you know who the Illuminator may be referring to? Are there people in this region who still worship him? The people who resided in this temple, for example, are any of them still around?"

@Click This

[User]
Augusta appreciated the looks her companions had gave her as she arrived. Truthfully, this dress was a lot better looking than she thought she was going to get. The tailor definitely had great taste in outfits. "I didn't really pay much but lip service for this. And a future promise I suppose. Regardless, I left my other dress with the tailor in hopes it'll be repaired some time." The elf mentioned as she looked over the dress. This one would also be somewhat better for the cold weather outside. Then Isidore handed over a rapier to her, telling her it would "finish" the outfit. She smiled as she took the weapon. "My, a weapon for me? Well, I won't say no to this in this dangerous world."

Then, they headed to the Uruthra Palace. Augusta thought she was ready for anything at this point, but boy was she wrong. The place was like it was straight out of an old fantasy movie. A mushroom throne, waterfall behind it... Truly it was difficult to imagine this prior had she not seen it. And the queen herself! She was as a being that appeared in one's dream. Even in this fantasy setting that Augusta found herself in, the queen was still a standout. Curious, Augusta used the power of her eye but was only met with a message that resounded in her head. It wasn't the same enigmatic message the goddess liked to give her. No. this was the queen herself interfering with her gift. She was glad to have met Sorcha first, as the woman's status gave her the composure to deal with this situations more.

The queen knew her name. Her ability even it would seem. She swallowed back but the queen seemed intrigued? No, rather, amused by something. That something was her, wasn't it? Augusta thought to use her eye again but... Well, that seemed a poor decision at the moment. Rather, she thought about how to introduce herself. Isidore beat her to the punch and introduced himself. Well, if the queen already knew... When Isidore was finished with his introduction, Augusta gracefully took some steps forward. She gave a small curtsy to the queen and then met her amused gaze. "Greetings, Your Majesty. We are pleased to finally make your acquaintance." She mentioned giving her a smile. "And, while I feel it is only polite to introduce myself to Your Majesty, I have very recently come to ponder if you in your grand wisdom have need for an introduction from us. If in your magnanimous mercy you would forgive these words, I would appreciate it." Her words had a sense of elegance to them, despite basically calling out the queen.

"However, for those that have yet to know, I shall enlighten them." Her look turned to the guards but, more particularly to the rather effeminate male standing near to the Queen. "This one is known as Augusta Aquilonia." The next part was directed towards the Queen. "Please feel at ease to refer to me merely as 'Augusta'." If the Queen knew enough, it was not unlikely she knew the elf's name from her previous life. It's not that she'd have disliked being called Bella, but it complicated things, did it not?