[System]
Throughout history, the archetype of a hero is one of the most enduring and prominent. The upholder of justice, the defender of the weak. Shining examples of all the positive and joyful things of humanity. But throughout history, if you look at elite military forces, so many associate themselves with the skull, death, mystery, and shadows. The skull may well be the most repeated graffiti on military paraphernalia throughout history.

Sometimes, one draws on the strength of one's closeness to death and darkness rather than one's the joys of life and light. On the battlefield, Chimere Rapthela feels one seems so much closer at hand than the other. The ugly skull masked anonymity of death is sometimes as charismatic as a beautiful goddess' face.
Military codename:
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Appearance: Chimere has the build of a lean, scavenging hunter, and her body language speaks of that as well. Her skin tone is a mulatto tone, and the fact that she self-identifies with that term tells you she's not from America where such a term is an insult. Her dark hair is military cut and her eyes are a withdrawn brown. She has scarring on her neck and lower left cheek that looks fairly like something tried to maul her face off.
Personality: Chimere is civil, but withdrawn. She'll behave herself, but you can tell at a glance she doesn't respect or trust anyone. Her civility is that of someone who feels if they make the first aggressive move, they will be pounced on by everyone else. A social dynamic built in environments where the weak band together to kill the strong. Of course, this is not that environment, and she's currently very very confused about why everyone here is so happy and not waiting to kill her if she shows too much weakness or strength. The fact that she can just ask for water and she gets it and it's no big deal is simply mindblowing to her. Likely going to be some culture shock moments approaching. School will likely be a harrowing new experience for her, more terrorizing than the battlefield.
Biography: Brought into the program from a refugee camp, fleeing from the frontlines of the demonic conflicts, Chimere's past is likely a tragedy that will forever be off the history books, given how likely Chimere is to talk about it. It's likely where her personal abilities developed and how she stayed alive. Her magical abilities are instinctual and difficult to controllable, likely helping her survive. Of another note is that she has involves almost no schooling, so she will certainly be very lost and need help.

Magic: Somatic. So, you're probably wondering about that armor. Chimere has a complete lack of ranged, defensive, or stealth spells and initial testing proved she was useless at learning them. In a battlefield dominated by giant mechs and guns... This is baaaaad. Enough strength to cut through MECH armor does not help you if the shockwave and shrapnel from a shot landing five meters away blows your arm off and puncture your lungs. Fortunately, if there's anything Chimere does have, it's excessive raw force. Chimere's suit is a battlesuit, far smaller than a MECH, more like armor than a vehicle due to needing to facilitate her Somatic casting. It draws on her power, rather than ambient magic, to function, using technological systems to provide the ranged, defensive, and stealth abilities she needs. The raw brutal melee, she provides herself, fully capable of punching through weak points or joints in a MECH's armor. Chimere's battlesuit is equipped with so many weapons (six full sized blades, four combat knives, and two handguns) because the unstable output of her magic frequently exceeds the strength of her weapons. The primary downside of this suit is that extended operations exhaust Chimere, requiring other mechanized transport too and from battle. However, in return, the suit provides her a staunch defense, a cloaking device, magnetic boots, and an absorption field that slows other devices from absorbing her magic.

Extra: Steel Salvation, also, I'm aware the bio might be a little too special snowflakey. Tell me if it needs to be toned down a bit.

[User]
"So." The mechanic tightened up the conduits running through where the excised machinery had been, sealing up the power flow's route as far as she could tell. Have to do some voltage testing to make sure, but it should be fine. Which meant taking a break to deal with whoever it was who decided to visit, then finish her inspection.

"What can I do for you?"

[Assistant]
"Pardon my interruption, Ms. Starr," John began, attention settling back on the mechanic," I am Johnathan Centuria, sole heir to the Centuria household. For business' sake I shall keep this to the point," he dug his communicator from his pocket and pulled up a display on the screen," Are you familiar with this... apparatus?"

The display presented less like a screen and more like a raised platform hovering an inch above a lense in the communicator. It was a very complex schematic outlining the second most important part of the CX-66, the pattern buffer stationed below the core. The mathematics alone had taken weeks for John himself to compute, leading to the few advancements he is on the machine. Other than the physical nuts and bolts, this device was far beyond him and even some graduated engineers. He had dedicated much of his personal resources to his efforts, and revealed an interesting piece in the actual hard copy of the scheme-

'M. Starr'

A signature in quaint cursive dwarfed by the most undeniably complex equation on the paper, so dwarfed, in fact, that the computer scanning the document mistook it for part of the equation.

John had the equations he had yet to figure, and the signature, highlighted or otherwise. He handed the display to Evan.

[User]
The small-town mechanic looked over the display critically, eyes narrowing faintly while she mulled over what she was seeing. Every now and again she tilted the device to look at it from a different angle, or look more closely at one detail. Whatever the device she was looking at was, it was a far cry from the farm equipment she was used to. Or the refinement she'd been doing to the Titan. She could identify small pieces, even see how some of them worked together, but she still couldn't seem to see the whole. It clearly was designed to accept something, and then do something with it, but there was something she was missing...

Magic? The 'voice' helpfully offered, the amorphous mist drifting over her shoulder. Evan's eyes narrowed again as she gave it a faint nod, eyes briefly flitting over the name at the bottom of the schematics.

"I'm not familiar with it. From what I can tell, it's a device meant to assist with a magical effect when given a physical item. What it does, I couldn't say. I don't know an M. Starr off the top of my head, either. If we're related, I never met them." A pause. "This would've been beyond my Dad, probably my Granddad, too. But I don't know the rest of my family too well."

[Assistant]
John silently let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. Harv mentioned the Starrs came from a small town, small family. He couldn't hold everyone to his standard on familial knowledge, after all.

"Thank you, but it never hurts to hope," John said, barley managing a smile to show his sincerity,"If you do ever hear of an 'M. Starr', I might still be very interested in making their..." He searched for words. "Aquaintance."

This certainly put a damper on his mood. No known engineer to at least repair the buffer meant that he could never truly risk moderate damage to the CX-66. Hell, if he stressed it too much it may as well implode on him as it was, he hadn't nailed down the exact power coefficient for mass transfer.

John felt the hopes he had tried not to hold crash on him reguardless. This mood change provoked his spirit, the Lone Grey Wolf, to present. It manifested next to him, its ears at perfect scratching height, and John began to do so absentmindedly.The Wolf looked up at Evangeline and tilted its head slightly.

[User]
"I'll ask my Dad next time I talk to him, he might know if we've got an M. Starr on the family tree. But frankly..." The mechanic paused a second, idly glancing at the Wolf. She noticed United shifting a little more quickly next to her, and heard its faint whispers intensify just a little. "In the real world, Mr. Centuria, family names don't mean shit. Nobles keep track of their fancy titles and holdings. No one else cares. All we keep track of is who takes over the family business when we get old. We've been running the same shop for three or four generations."

Evan shrugged, setting the wrench back down on the floor behind her. "I can take a look at it if you ever need it fixed. You've got the schematics, so I can probably put it right, but that's the extent of it. Even if I understood exactly how the magic works, magic isn't in my wheelhouse. My... Adviser on the matter, isn't always that forthcoming."

"But I'll let you know if I find who built it. First piece of tech I've seen since I got here that wasn't a piece of shit. Still over-engineered, though. Anything that delicate's got no place on a machine til it's sturdier."

[Assistant]
The Wolf growled and jumped slightly when Evan evidently read John's mind, then looked to John himself.

John's expression darkend sourly. He recalled his Father's blue eyes and Mother's green looking back at him. He recalled his cousin playfully teasing him. And Susana's smile...

No. There were other reasons to remember family names and titles besides petty, societal worth.

He again re-envisioned the flames.

"I... will always... look back..." John stated through gritted teeth.

"Thank you, Ms. Starr," John said after a small silence, then he turned and walked back to the entryway.

[User]
"Riiiight. Gonna have plenty of those here..." Evangeline never understood people and their fixation on the past, or status. Probably because she didn't have status, but still. Status didn't matter in here, anyway, Erikal made that perfectly clear. She really hoped that other people were more grounded. Down to Earth. Speaking of down to Earth..."

Sealing up the repair hatch, the mechanic slid down the ladder from her catwalk to reach the floor below. Wasn't much more fine tuning she could do before tomorrow. So best to get to know the other people.

And see their MECHs.

That too.

[Assistant]
"...provided by the government will need to see me before class tomorrow morning."

As the last words slipped from Commander Slin's mouth, Rose watched quietly as the group of students departed, nearly hidden behind one of the Institute's support pillars. Everyone here is so young, she thought. Discerning pilot from mage was of little challenge; The pilots carried themselves differently from the mages. Cocky, arrogant to some; there was something about a pilot that was divergent, so young yet they carried themselves like they were ready to take on the world, not stopping to think about the repercussions. A dangerous way to live.

Gazing at the empty courtyard; minus a few lingering conversations, the pale girl halted for a moment to take in the Institute. It seemed like just yesterday she had left home. She could still hear the simmering of stew, feel the heat of the heart, bask in intoxicating smell of lamb and barley permeating the air. The Mecha Carta was... different. The floors were polished to the point of reflection. The air was sterile and without dust or pollen. There was no crows calling off in the distance, just the gentle humming of incandescent bulbs overhead. The sensation was overwhelming, yet Rose did not mind. Something about the calm and order of the situation granted her much needed rest from the transient life. Best capitalize on it while it lasts, Rose mused, turning to head for the library.

Rose drifted through the halls of the library. The library was a strange mix between old and new; some rows lined with old books, others with cases, filled with receptacles for data chits for use in hand held readers. I should probably study some casting articulation techniques... Rose debated, ...but a good cook book sounds appealing. Floating through the halls on her leather shoes, Rose rounded the corner of a towering bookcase, nearly colliding with a man clad in denim and leather, a peculiar black object on his arm outstretched for a book. Panicked, Rose attempted to flee, stumbling backwards into a waist high marble column, knocking off an ornate vase.

No! Rose's mind scrambled as the vase raced towards the floor. Instinctively her slim hand extended, her mangled fingers extended towards the floor as if she was signaling for a small animal to halt. Instantaneously the floor of the library fissured, a strange swirling void appearing from the polished granite. Into the void the vase vanished, appearing less than a moment later in Rose's raised hand, another dimensional anomaly resting less than a meter above her leather glove. Swiftly Rose shifted her stance, setting the vase down on the pillar before sliding in an elegantly panicked fashion to the next isle of books, pressing her back up against the end on the shelving. Maybe he didn't see me, she hoped, frozen in the isle, her pale face flushed with embarrassment.

[@Plank Sinatra]

[User]
Chimere continued standing in the courtyard for some time after the largest swarm of trainees left. Her eyes glanced down to a small piece of paper in her hands. A pamphlet with a map. She stared at it for some time with her consternation shown mostly by a twitch of the upper lip.

Sometime later: Nope, that's the hospital. The fact that they have a mini-hospital on hand is... Huuuuuh.

Sometime later: Nope, that's a big open room with too many chairs.

Sometime later: Nope, that's a room of shelves and books. Quiet, but still a few people.

Sometime later: Nope, that's a restroom.

Sometime later: Nope, that's a big garage. Huh, busy. Avoid.

Chimere finally reached her intended destination. The dormitories. A deep breath was taken as she examined her room number, and attempted to locate it.

Sometime later: Nope, this is the guy's area.

Sometime later: Maybe? Nope.

And then, it was done, Chimere stood triumphant, comparing her ticket to the sign and feeling pretty good about herself. No one else is here yet. Guess it's just mine.

Huuh.

She sat down hesitantly on her bed. Her body suddenly overcorrected back up and forward, upon sinking down into it further than expected.

Slower.

Chimere slowly leaned into the bed this time, eyes on the alert, scouring the room. Then, leaning back, she rested on it, finalyl stopped scanning the room.

Weird. Squishy but bouncy. She blankly at what was above her, hands restlessly gripping the frame. Now what?


[System]
Age: 22

Appearance:

Magic: Blood

Weapon:
Longsword with extra long handle
Hand Crossbow
Throwing knives - often gunpower charged

Personality: At first glance and interaction Jen seems to a refined and graceful person, someone that looks to be akin to royalty that some call the air of ambition. Anyone can agree that the girl is cunning beyond her years, capable of learning almost anything placed before her, however the more one hangs around Jen the more they see her true self... Despite her rather serous looking face Jen is pretty much a child at heart, often trying to come up with jokes and pranks that go against her demeanor, though because of this they come off rather dry or just plain bad. She may fake cry to get her way, or try as it is not very convincing when one says 'sob sob sob' when pretending.

Bio: Light, that is all she remembers from her past life; the blinding whiteness of the hospital as lights streamed overhead was her departure from that world and into the next. When she first arrived within this world she had not even a small memory of a name to put to herself and so she crafted one out of anything she could find important. From important people within the city to famous blacksmiths she gathered and made their names her own. She has now accepted this life oddly fast, strangely content with the change and not even she can explain why.

Other:
Theme Battle
Theme Normal

[User]
Sinthe looked around the town and saw that it wasn't much to look at from any view and he wouldn't have wanted to stay here, he saw a hooded person or what ever it was walking to a building down the main street of the small town, Sinthe followed behind it not caring what it could be, the second he entered the tavern he held the side of his head as he walked further inside and went to the counter, the second some people he decided to speak aloud instead of keeping his thoughts to himself.

" So there are people here, that's...Good I'd rather not be stuck her with nobody else to talk to." He shared his thoughts aloud, he then walked over to the counter and put his hands onto the counter, he noticed the maid and some of the others in the tavern, he felt the others probably were just like him coming from the derelict church, hell this entire world looks derelict, Sinthe walked over away from the counter and easily saw the hooded figure from before he approached it as another person took up a seat in front of the person still he wasn't worrying about his safety and grabbed a chair from a lone table.

The tall white haired man dropped the chair in front of the table the figure was sitting at right next to Tastumi, then he slowly sat at the table, he looked past the person's hood and saw their face as they dug into their food." You must be hungry, who and what are you ?" He asked bluntly." Because if you were normal or weren't hiding you wouldn't be wearing that cloak and I didn't see you at that church." He then looked over to the pale guy to his right." You wake up at the church as well ? " Sinthe asked.

[Assistant]
The city of Iredele was more like a village than a city. There was a small commercial district that you could visit to acquire goods and a large temple at the center of town. Other than that there wasn't much to see. It was a pitiful place to say the least. The townspeople were like zombies. They went about their business and pretended like everything was fine, but on the inside their were all dead. They were shells of what you would call human. Almost everyday the same events occurred, but today something out of the ordinary would happen. Something that no one would suspect.

On the far edge of town there was a slum area that was almost completely abandoned. Lurking in the basement of one of the buildings was an insane man by the name of Leo. He is a mad scientist who came to this land not too long ago. Ever since he has been performing experiments that disrupt the daily lives of the villages. The only reason they haven't taken up arms and chased him out of town is because of his skills in the field of alchemy. He is unlike any other. No alchemist in the entire world could match his skill. Almost daily he comes up with a new invention. Most of the time they're extremely destructive, but every once in a while he invents something that improves the lives of the villagers. If it wasn't for that, they would be more than eager to get rid of him.

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"Yes! Just a little bit further and it'll be done!" The mad scientist dashed across the damp cellar with a vial in hand. Inside was a light green liquid that appeared to be extremely volatile. As he reached the other side of the room he grabbed a jar off of a table and dumped the contents of the vial inside. He then grabbed another jar that was filled with a mysterious black powder and dumped it into the jar holding the liquid. There was a flash of light and a large puff of black smoke arose from the jar. Any sane person would have ran for their life, but not the scientist. Instead he began to laugh maniacally as the cloud of smoke began to rise. "YES, IT'S FINISHED! THE FRUIT OF MY LABORS!" He began to jump up and down giddily with the jar in hand. He was like a school girl who had just received a love letter. "Now it's time to test to see if it works." With the speed of a bullet he darted up the stairs of the cellar in an attempt to make his way out side. If only he had walked he could have avoided what was about to happen. When he reached the top of the steps one of the loose boards gave way causing him to trip. The jar went flying out of his hands and crashing onto the floor. At this point you're probably wondering what it was that he made. The secret was that he made a high power explosive that detonated on impact. As the jar made contact with the ground there was a bright flash of light. Across the town the ground began to shake as a building on the other side of town began to collapse. What from? No one knows.

[User]
Now, let's think about this. First, you fell asleep on a hospital bed, sick to the bones with disease. Now, you wake up in a Temple, with no sign of illness left in your system. Macey parted her lips a little, as if tasting the air would give her more answers. Does this mean that her prayer worked?
In fact, looking around now, this church looked not a lot like a normal church at all. It was woefully dark, bare without any idols, and it didn't looked like anyone native to the city was here today – that is, except for the priest. Surely, this couldn't be a house where God resides? Instinct told her to kneel at the altar, although at that point she had no idea what she was meant to be kneeling to - she decided against it, for now.

Macey had just finished securing the last of her weapons to her person after the priest's strange introduction – it was unlikely that she'd need it so soon after waking up, but it was best to be prepared in any case. She listened to the sparse conversation of the others around her, avoiding direct eye contact – and it was clear that they had no clue how they got there either. Feeling impatient (and rather thankful that she was free to walk again after being bed bound for months), Macey headed straight for the door outside. She was surprised how easily she could walk, as if those long months spent bed bound and not moving a single muscle never happened at all.

She didn't expect to be hit by a deep midnight darkness, which gave the whole place a rather eerie feel. She almost shuddered to look at the cold cobbled streets, which seemed to disappear into the belly of the shadows. Well, maybe it would all look better in the morning. From her position in the town square, the "City" looked very small indeed. All it seemed to have as a boundary to the outside world was a high wooden wall and a gate – in fact, which town even still used wooden walls instead of brick or concrete? Had she gone back in time too?

Macey had lots of questions about this place, but she wasn't sure which questions would give her the answers that she needed to survive here. She wanted to speak with the native people to find out what their way of life was like, but they hardly even seemed alive. With a dire thought Macey began to think of the possibility that she'd turn into one of those, but the thought was quite literally shaken out of her mind when a sudden piercing light flooded the town square like daylight. It took about half a second for the ground beneath her to tremble as well.

Managing to stay on her feet through the tremors due to pure luck, Macey looked up just in time to a building collapse in on itself on the far side of town. And that's why we use bricks to build houses… she mused to herself. Still, if this wasn't a clue, then she didn't know what was. She raced to the wooden ruins, trying to ignore the shadowy streets with looming buildings and the way that the air kept dead still without a breeze, all the while hoping that nothing would jump out of the darkness to attack her. Even when she reached the collapsed house, Macey then wondered whether coming here alone was a smart idea after all.

She scuffed a piece of broken glass with her boots, wondering if it had any part to play in the incidence. Not too far away, a single gloved hand poked out from underneath a wooden beam. Macey got to work heaving the thing up, and almost dropped it again in surprise when she noticed a bird's face staring back up at her.

Wait… not a bird. It's a mask. She sighed at her own stupidity, then asked "Sir, are you… alright?"

[Assistant]
Akemi's ears twitched bellow her hood when she noticed that some of the new comers had come inside of the tavern, still she didn't reacted, merely continuing to eat her noodles before they could get cold.

Nevertheless, her eyes -far more used to the gloom of this world than any human's- kept track of the two strangers as they walked around the place before sitting across from her, one of them even going as far as stick his face inside of her hood to get a good look at her.

"By the Absolute's grace, I swear that your lot gets more disrespectful with every new batch." Akemi swore before slurping down the remainder of the broth that was left inside the plain wooden bowl and setting it aside just to pick the steak with her slender hands and taking a bite of it, revealing her animal-like fangs in the process.

She devoured the juicy beef in matter of seconds, before picking up the bowl and trusting it to the newcomers "Food first, questions later." Even the smell of the thick oily broth was enough to make one wonder how Akemi was able to eat that spicy stuff without going crazy, or if she had already went crazy a long time ago.

However, as Akemi looked down upon the newcomers again, she noticed that it was unlikely that they would have any money on them "If you have no money you're going to work to pay for the answers that I'll give you." She washed down her meal with the vodka, drinking the full mug in one gulp, letting out a small moan and slamming the mug on the table "Ahhh! That's what I live for!" The bolt of pleasure was such that for a moment Akemi even forgot about the two staring down at her.

But just for a moment, as the next thing that she did was address them in her usual dry voice "You're on a place known as the World of Wasted Dreams, and you came here to hunt monsters or die doing it. Face reality and kill in order to live, or be a crybaby and hide on the shadows until either something makes a tasty meal out of you, or you go mad. The choice is yours"

"There's no need to know more about me than that my name's Akemi and that I've been a Hunter for so much time that even that old coot back at the temple can't remember when I arrived at this darkness covered bog of a world. Though... if you want to know more about me... it'll have a price." Akemi said with a suggestive voice, while licking her index finger before running it up Sinthe's throat and chin while her claw-like nail caressed him rather provocatively.

Leaving the two men to wonder about her behavior, Akemi walked to the door "Come, don't be afraid. I don't bite... much."

"Fufufu." Akemi giggled after the joke she haven't had the chance to use in such a long time. "Depending on how they react this might be pretty fun..." She thought before hearing the blast and feeling the ground shake bellow her feet "Leo again?" Akemi said to herself as her palm met her face in an exasperated gesture. "I wonder how he's able to survive those things every time?"

"Not like it's my problem, though..." She thought, ignoring the mad alchemist's plight.

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.@Spriggs27@Diggerton

[User]
Jen looked down to her hand for a moment after the guy shook it, only to look up and notice that the others had started to leave the church and go out into the street, though she was not done just yet. Peering around she spotted what she expected to be the 'good book' of this world, a likely useful read if it held any knowledge of this world. It was one of many so she suspected that the old man wouldn't miss it, besides he did give them clothing and not to mention weapons at that, hers seems a little oversized?

Picking up the large sword she was a little surprised by how light the thing was, though it had a thin blade and a large handle for easy use... How did she know this? Was her old world filled with things like this, because she felt strange adapt with the weapon as she placed it on the holder on the back of her gear.

Walking out of the open church door Jen peered around at the rather Gothic style of the place, seemed like she fit right in if it wasn't for her ashen hair. Taking up the book once more she started to skim it as she walked towards the center square where she had seen a tavern sign hanging high. Thanks to the book she could understand the basics, after trying to sift through all the preachy bullshit that was lumped in with it, still the pictures where the biggest help. Markings and signs and and the like that people put on their door to showed others their intentions. Such as a sign for warmth that allowed people to spend the night in their homes if they had no other place to go, even ones that offered meals. The more signs the more markings someone has the more devoted they seemed to be... Useful.

It was when she looked up from her book that she noticed she had been standing still for a good few moments in front of a women with a hooded robe, she did not know if she had ignored her but still. Raising her hand she gave a small rather lethargic wave "Hello." She didn't know i deeper in the book there was some sort of common greeting between believers. It was then that she noticed the others and gave the same greeting, though it showed a little more of a enthusiastic tone "Hello~"


[System]
Stats & Gear
Age: 19

Gender: Male

Nationality: Chinese-American

Description: The youngest and smallest of five brothers, Russel is the stereotypical nerd, a reclusive computer science major with no friends and practically zero social media presence. Contrary to the belief of his peers, this isn't because he's antisocial. Instead, he takes on the identity of a completely different person online, going to lengths such as digitally creating his own online persona, complete with an avatar to boot. This persona is the polar opposite of Russel, representing the person he wishes he could be coupled with the overcoming of his own personal insecurities. While at first made back when he was 14 in order to seem like a cool guy to the people he met online, it has since evolved into a way for Russel to become a useful person people actually enjoy spending time with, a desire born out of his parents' constant belittling.

On the net, he goes by the name of Russ, a 26-year-old mechanic who enjoys traveling, lifting, and all forms of outdoor activities. Of course, Russel has never done any of these things before, so a lot of his "experiences" come from far too much time spent looking up and studying other people who have, as well as having brothers who actually do work out and talk to women. While at first nothing but a mere hyperbole of the "alpha chad," Russ has evolved into a generally positive presence online, open to giving others lifestyle tips and opting to play unloved roles in video games, such as healers and support classes. It helped that his voice was already naturally deep, although he has deepfaked a few times when asked to video chat with his friends.

As of last year, Russ has been unable to game with his friends as often as he did in the past, chalking it up to "traveling the world." Of course, it's really because his university classes have made him much busier than he was in the past. This past year alone, he has taken great pains into optimizing his time so that he doesn't disappear on his friends, even going so far as to grind in the late hours of the evening so that he wouldn't be too far behind. After all, what's there not to love about a game where he could actually be the chad he says he is online?
Username: Leif
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 183 cm
Weight: Yes
Voice Pitching: -5
Decorations: Various tribal-style tattoos on different parts of the body. Ears are pierced, but there are no piercings as of now.
Appearance: its up there my dudeYou start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.
HP – 12
MP – 5
SP – 13
STR – 20
AGI – 8
END – 10
DEX – 2
LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic
Gore: On
Pain Setting: 2%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Off
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Stylish
Spell Incantations: Stylish

[User]
Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa)

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A high pitched scream reverberated across the area, coming from no more than the overexcited catgirl as she just about did a little victory jig.

"EEEE! We did it! That was so cool I'm about to explode!" Her face scrunched up immediately upon seeing their loot however. She... didn't want to touch even the coins. "I.. suppose someone should hold on to those?"

Shoving the piece of fabric back into her pockets quickly before anyone takes a longer look at it, she started on her grass rope again, while looking for a nice round hefty stone. "Ah, Lew, can you lend me one of your weapons for a moment? I'm going to try something, see if it works."

[Assistant]
She lived. She couldn't tell if it was good luck or bad luck that pretty much every instance of damage she took another 22 points of damage like that. Being ragdolled by an oversized toad wasn't a fun time. Thankfully, the time she bought was worth it. Rather than taking a spine-buster and crumbling into dust, Mags was thrown onto the ground in a familiar pose.

By the time Mags managed to rise up, the bulk of the combat had finally ended. Klein became radiant, making Mags somewhat jealous of those sick arm tats. Those absolutely screamed brawler tough guy. Shame that he got them, really. Well, not really a shame since when the radiant light vanished, Klein looked considerably less eviscerated. Mags was there, battered and bruised, and that man just managed to heal himself.

Well, that just meant Mags was the one who lost the most out of all of them. She had the highest health pool out of the entire group, yet somehow she was the least healthy. Such was the life of a brawler, especially when they didn't have any sort of healer. Maybe she'd spec into some form of healing. Some kind of monk type, inner ki technique shit. A slam slim Kharazim, if one would. When she capped out brawler, though. She wasn't about to lose her levels just so she could fill in a role this early.

Luckily, those levels came with something important: being refreshed. Her resources were refreshed quickly, so the game's mechanics rescued her from death's door. Important to know, really. She allocated her points in an appropriate manner for a brawler. HP, STR, and some more AGI. Endurance was a good stat, but only if she was getting hit. Which she was. A lot. But she also wanted to punch a kappa's head straight off.

HP: 140 >> 170
STR: 10 >> 27
AGI: 11 >> 15

The corpse of a brawler slid towards the loot like a gremlin.

"Mmmmmmind if I roll... NEED?"

By the time she slithered on over, she was already trying to stuff the loot into her bag. She'd make the choice of putting on the loincloth at a later date. It was +5 extra strength or so, after all.

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Lv. 4
HP: 187/187
(170) + 10%
 SP: 100/100
(100)
 MP: 30/30
(30)

STR – 31
(27) + 15%
 | AGI – 15
(15)
 | END – 13
(12) + 5%
 | DEX – 10
(10)
 | LUC – 10
(10)

[User]
HP:110/110 | MP: 116/116 | SP: 121/121

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"Holy shit, Klein. Nice tattoos." Raime says with a light chuckle as a system notification pop out congratulating them for jumping 3 levels. Raime let out a tired but triumphant cheer as he sat down onto the grass. Ari celebrated their first-ever successful combat in CaCo. It was around this moment that Mags slithered along the ground to 'appropriate' the loot for herself. Raime couldn't care less, he was just glad that everyone managed to survive this encounter. "I'll go allocate my AP points then go check out the herbs over there for curative herbs. I'm not sure about you guys but I want to have some healing items on hand before we start grinding for cash."

Raime would then open his character menu and begin allocating his Attribute Points. He would then allocate one point each to his HP, MP, and SP. He split the remaining points to his Agi and Dex, leaving a single point up for End. Once he confirmed his choices he then would set off to the herbs. "Well...nothing ventured nothing gained." Raime then grabs a variety of herbs and begins the edibility test. First rubbing it on his skin to see if it would cause any adverse effects, then to his lips, chewing it and keeping it in his mouth, then finally swallowing it. Raime would repeat the process for every herb he finds and, upon discovering useful ones, he'd harvest as much as he can.

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Username: Raime Braun
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 189 cm
Weight: 90 kg
Voice Pitching: 0
Decorations: None notable.
Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes.
=Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.=
HP – 110
[Determines how much damage you can take before death.]

MP – 116
[Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.]

SP – 121
[Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.]

STR – 10
[General physical strength.]

AGI – 22
[Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.]

END – 11
[General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.]

DEX – 21
[General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.]

LUC – 10
[Affects item drop rates.]
Classes:
Scout Lvl.4 - [+5% MP | +10% SP | +10% AGI | +5% DEX]

* [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.1] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons.
* [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 10 SP Per-Turn while Active.

Perception: Realistic
Gore: On
Pain Setting: 100%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Off
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Manual
Spell Incantations: Manual

Money: 8 Silver Pieces

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* Common Pouch
* Standard Bolts x ∞

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[Assistant]
HP 110/110 SP 80/80 MP 10/10

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Lew took a knee, folding an arm and wiping the kappa blood off of his wakizashi with his sleeve. Retrieving his other fallen blade and returning them both to his sheathes, Lew glanced over to Klein, who had seemed to have produced something interesting. Despite his sacrifice, it seemed he wasn't dead, either. At the same time, Lew didn't recall Klein taking any classes. Was this a special class, or did he unlock that early on? In any case, Lew took Klein's heroic sacrifice to heart, and gave the giant a nod of respect before standing up to face the rest of his allies.

Lew didn't care too much about the loot. It would have built up over time, either way. After a bit of grinding, the group would have more than enough coin to buy what they need. As for leveling up, Lew could allocate his stats later. He planned to head to town first anyway to check on his progression. Instead, Lew was more concerned about those needing to play catch-up. While they did level up, Lew knew that the allocation wasn't equal. Some of them didn't even take any jobs! As a matter of fact, one of the biggest offenders of this cardinal sin seemed to call to him to ask for one of his swords.

Lew slowly turned to Ari, giving her an ominous and very scary look. Untying the wakizashi from his daisho, he slowly approached his catty companion before grabbing her by one of the cat ears.

"You can borrow my sword after we get you a Class, first. I don't want any of us behind just yet, anyway. Lew lectured Ari, before turning to everyone else. "I'm going to head to town, get Ari a class, and maybe do some searching for any future prospects for us. I do have a few more keystone queries I want to make, anyway. If you guys want to continue grinding, feel free. We can meet up at the keystone if we're all still online when you're done, or you all can just ping me on our Discord." Finally, Lew turned to Klein. "You can join us if you want. I don't recall you taking a class either, but those new tattoos of yours and that figure that appeared us for a bit... Wait, did the game just give you a stand? Uh, disregard that. If you want to head to town and grab a Class with us in case you aren't getting any XP, feel free to. If not, send me an add over on Discord. Lew D.#1713."

Once all that talking was done, Lew dragged Ari back to town, still holding onto her ear like a parent pulling away a misbehaving child.


[System]
dumbledore
Age
Lavender turned 11 in April

Appearance
Lavender is tall, well built and rather strong but not very athletic. She usually wears her black hair in a pony tail. Her sparkly green eyes may look innocent, but do not let her appearance deceive you.

Personality
Lavender is an open, outgoing, friendly girl. Intelligent, quick witted and mischievous, Lavender does very well in school and takes pride in her academic achievements. Her playful manner ensures she always has plenty of friends who enjoy her company and sense of adventure.

History
Lavender is adopted. This is uncommon in the wizarding world, but there you have it. Her biological parents were considered strange, and didn't mingle with the townsfolk. When they were killed in a freak explosion that destroyed their house, leaving little baby Lavender completely unharmed amidst the rubble, nobody knew what to do with the girl. One of the first responders was an open minded young man. He and his wife had been trying for a baby for a long time. Rather than abandoning Lavender to the harsh reality of foster care and social services, he offered to take the little bundle of joy home, fully aware of the implications and the risk of having to give her up again.

When no relatives appeared to claim the little rascal, her foster parents filed the adoption papers. They had fallen in love with the intelligent and mischievous little girl and quickly learned to deal with the strange things that always seemed to happen when Lavender was around.
When the Headmistress of Hogwarts came to their house to explain that Lavender was a witch and that her biological parents had been magical folk as well (the explosion turned out to be a failed attempt at inventing a new potion or spell), a lot of things fell into place. Lavender's parents fully support her going to Hogwarts and are thrilled to see all the marvels and wonders Diagon Alley and the magical world have to offer.

BloodType
Full blood. But having been raised by muggles means Lavender does not know whether this is relevant, or should be.

Wand
Willow, 10 1/4, with a core of Veela hair.

Pet
Intrigued by the idea of owl post, and eager to keep in touch without setting her apart from her peers, Lavender's parents bought her a barn owl in Diagon Alley. Lavender named her April, because, like her, the owl was born in that month.

[User]
Lachlan looked at him with a raised eyebrow and giggled. "Yes, -The- Everwood I suppose. And you're THE Robertson." He chuckled again and sat down across from Callum and stretched himself for a second. He barely had time to do anything else when his second cage started making mewing sounds and Lach reached down to unclasp the pet gate to let a gorgeous white kitten out. The kitten had black spots all over it and didn't waste any time in pouncing onto Lachlan's lap, looking at him daring him to say something. Well, so far so good. Managed to find a seat with someone he at least knew, got Zora out of her cage, and was now staring at the other boy awkwardly. Definitely the best first impression ever.

"Er, so Callum. Or do you prefer Cal? I personally prefer Lach since the lan just gets in the way after awhile." He smiled and realized how idiotic he was sounding and wanted to just punch himself into a ball and disappear. "Well, anyway. Are you excited to be heading to the school?" His smiled stayed in place and all Lach could do was hope that Callum didn't think he was a complete idiot and decide that perhaps it was best to find a new compartment. In his lap Zora realized Ghost was in the compartment as well and the kitten climbed down her human pet's leg ladder and stared at the wolf pup's eyes. She playfully padded his leg and tilted her head to the side.

[Assistant]
Lavender arrived at King's Cross with her parents.
"Did you see that? That girl just walked through the wall" Mom nudged Lavender and giggled nervously. "Guess we're next."
"You go first, we'll follow together." Lavender smiled and nodded when her Dad suggested this. They had been watching people walk onto platform 9 3/4 for a while, and this seemed to be the right way to do it, if there even was one.
Lavender hesitated, she was a little nervous still. Then, she saw a man shove a hesitant boy through the wall. Realising she'd rather make it through on her own, somehow feeling like that would set the tone for the new year or something, Lavender took a deep breath, smiled at her parents, and pushed her trolley through the wall. She resisted the urge to close her eyes when she expected to hit the wall and walked straight in to her new life.

The platform was crowding with students. Most students were getting on the trains, but some of the younger ones were still on the platform, talking to their parents. Lavender looked around for the head mistress, but didn't see her. Just as her parents emerged onto the platform, she spotted the hesitant boy from before. He was getting on the train. She considered following him, but something about his body language made her change her mind.

"Go on, honey, get yourself settled up there." Her parents gave her a hug and nudged her towards the train. They didn't hover, and Lavender appreciated that. Her dad helped her get her trolley on board, and then got back off, as her mom handed her the bird cage.
"Go have a blast!" Her mother said. "And don't forget to send us lots of news! April can handle the exercise."

Standing on the train, Lavender bent down to give her mom one last hug. Her dad ruffled her hair, "dad, please", and with a sigh and a smile, Lavender went looking for a compartment. She passed the boy she'd seen on the station, he was reading a book. Lavender moved on and came to a compartment with two girls in it. One of them had what looked like a sloth with a cute hat.

She hesitated for a moment, and then opened the door. "Hello ladies, is there room for one more?"

[User]
Karen nodded, not at all minding Mitzy's temporary leave of awareness, and took the seat opposite to her, with Elijah going on ahead and hopping into the corner before curling into a big ball of fluff and staring curiously at the sloth the girl seemed to have for a pet. Even Karen had to admit it was a bit peculiar, but it was nonetheless adorable. Straightening her skirt as she sat, Karen fixed her posture - back straight, head tilted slightly up, hands resting on lap - before answering Mitzy with a soft but clear voice.

"Yes, it's my first time coming to Hogwarts, and I imagine I'm as excited as you are," In contrast with her words was her tone; calm and controlled, but not in the least excited. "I've waited quite a long time for this moment, and I'm barely holding in my happiness from boiling over."

She meant that literally. Her head was rushing with so many possibilities, ideas, and even random thoughts of jumping up and down with glee. She even considered buying out the whole Hogwarts trolley and throwing the contents at the different passengers - not exactly the wisest or most logical idea, but there you have it; Karen was excited.

At that moment, another girl opened the door. She was tall, tall enough for Karen to think she was a higher year than they were. When she asked if she could join them, Karen so no reason to refuse; the compartment was hardly full.

"I don't mind," she said, in the same soft yet clear pitch. "However, I speak only for myself; I daresay you'll need her opinion as well."

Karen turned towards Mitzy, her sapphire eyes locking straight into hers, as though expecting an answer from her for Lavender.

[Assistant]
Mitzy started to braid her auburn hair into two cute little pigtails, blushing a little. She felt so embarrassed seeing how composed the girl had been, even as she talked about how excited she felt. She moved and walked with such grace, she could be mistaken for a princess... Then there was Mitzy, in her faded stockings and knitted black dress.

I should've brought that sparkly tie with me...

Mitzy internally scolded herself for being so immature compared to the first year sitting across from her. For goodness sakes, she brought rainbow socks with her.

Breaking from her thoughts, Mitzy nodded her head to the girl.
"I'm glad I'm not the only one." Her smile was awkward, but she meant well.

After another girl had entered, wanting to share the compartment, Mitzy sighed quietly, keeping an uncomfortable smile on her face.

I was hoping to have a quiet ride to Hogwarts.... But then again, there are a lot of students filling up the train, I'm sure it's cramped in the other compartments- plus, I can take advantage of this opportunity to make friends!

"Of course, you can sit here." Mitzy's smile became genuine. "By the by, My name's Mitzara Fae, you can call me Mitzy, though." The sloth on her arm lifted it's head to let out a 'meep'.
"Oh, and this is Harold!" She patted her pet on the back.

[User]
Callum chuckled. "Matter of fact, yes I am THE Robertson." Callum questioned the boys awkward stare in his head, before noticing, that Ghost noticed, the kitten across the way from him. Ghost's ears perked up, and he perched his head to get a better look on his next victim. The wolf rose from his seat, and growled ferociously at the kitten. Cal put a hand in front of Ghost, and shouted, "Down! Down boy!" ghost immediately sat back down, and Carley up into a small, grey ball, obviously tired.

"Cal - I mean Lach - I mean, I prefer Cal. Cal sighed, and put a hand to his face. "Excited?! Hell yeah!" He didn't mean to, but he sort of yelled it at Lachlan. "Sorry 'bout that. Mostly for quidditch, I've already practiced a ton on my dad's old Nimbus. Do you like quidditch?"

[Assistant] Paul sighed as he headed near the train. His mother, like always, was worring to much about him "Paul sweet heart don't forget to write home...your father will want to hear about your classes and everything." she said as she pushed his trolley laden with his trunk and hos owl Lia, who slept soundly ignoring the noise and the shaking as Paul's mother pushed. As they quickly found the pillar and entered Paul was greet by the Hogwarts express "huh...some reason I thought of something better than that he said jokingly as He quickly grabbed Lia's cage and placed it as his feet. Quickly his mother loaded his trunk on board and went quickly over to her son. "Paul good luck! Sorry again your father was detained at work...you know Auror Business..." she said softly as Paul rolled his eyes "Whatever... Tell him bye I guess." he says as his mother hugged him and Paul groaned as she kissed him on the forehead "Bye mom." he says with a smile as he boarded the train.

[User]
Hiroshi Yukimora | Kings Cross

Hiroshi walked through kings cross, unwillingly lost. As if he wasn't out of place as it was, a lonesome Japanese boy walking through a train station with a cart of tiny business suite cases. All the suite cases were of course magic, bigger on the inside. Hiroshi continued to walk up and down Kings Cross, crossed that his mother. The one person who had wanted him to go to Hogwarts wasn't able to take him and see him off. Something to do with the team wanting to do some extra practice before the season started.

(In Japanese)

"Be a good boy, she said. You'll do fine she said. Platform 9 (3/4) wouldn't be to hard to find she said. From all the days she could have gone to work."  Hiroshi grumbled to himself as he continued to walk up and down Kings Cross.

As Hiroshi was about to give up, he turned around astonished to see a young boy run straight into a brick wall and disappear. Hiroshi smacked himself on the forehead for not noticing the brick wall that had a tiny sign that said 9 (3/4) above it. He slowly pushed his cart towards the wall. Even though Hiroshi knew that he would pass through the wall, a slow unnerving feeling crawled up his spine. He took a big gulp, and calmly pushed his cart through the wall, with him following behind it.

The next time Hiroshi blinked, he was at totally different place compared to where he was a second ago. He was on a different platform, brimming with life. Children and parents, with carts carrying the oddest of commodities, but what took his breath away the most was the big red train that read "Hogwarts express".

After figuring out where his luggage would be stored, he boarded on the train not knowing what to find or expect. Hiroshi walked up and down the aisles looking for an empty compartment. Most of them looked like they were already taken or had a person in them. All he wanted to do was to find an empty compartment and have a nice quiet ride to the school, but he assumed that he wasn't going to be able to have that. He walked up and down the aisles again until he found a compartment with 2 boys inside of it. He took a big gulp and knocked on the door.

"Pardon me, but do you have space for one more?"

@Apoalo

[Assistant]
"Hi Mitzi, Hello Harold. My name is Lavender, and this is April. Thanks for having us!"
Lavender sat down near Mitzi and put the birdcage on the seat next to her. The owl was restless, but Lavender wasn't sure if it would be okay to let her out.

"I don't think I caught your name?" She said to the girl who had spoken first. Without pause she turned to Mitzi and continued "Is that a sloth? That's an unusual pet, isn't it? I love his hat! It goes well with your dress."
Finally pausing to draw breath, Lavender looked around the compartment and stole a few glances at the other girl. She liked Mitzi. With her faded stockings and knitted dress she somehow seemed more real than the pretty, elegant girl she'd been sharing a compartment with. Hard to believe that someone so composed could be a first years, but she looked too young to be anything else.

April gave a screech as a compartment door opened and closed somewhere near them, and Lavender rummaged through her bag. She emerged victorious, shaking a box of owl treats in her hand. She handed April a treat through the bars of the cage, and the bird accepted it with her beak. Settling on the branch, April transferred the treat to her left claw and began nibbling it. Lavender smiled and wondered what would happen next.


[System]
Appearance (Real Life):

Height:
170 cm

Weight: 55kg

Hair Color: red

Eye Color: Green
Age: 14

History: Born to a family who, quite frankly, needed to learn the meaning of birth control, she had 11 brothers and sisters, making her the youngest of twelve. Her parents are hard workers, and a lot of the time, they weren't around, leaving Cassandra's care to her older siblings. As a result, she was often forgotten, not on purpose, but due to the fact that her siblings were still young themselves, the oldest only 17, and obsessed with D.G.O.

Cassandra became quite independent, learning to cook and clean for herself, to do her chores, and completed any learning she needed. She expected to be overlooked, and to not get the greatest things, most of her clothes, toys and belongings were hand-me-downs, sometimes handed down three or four times before they reached Cassandra. She dreamed of the D.G.O world, but didn't get her hopes up for being given it on her 13th birthday. So it was a shock for her when she was given it, and she immediately began to play it.

Cassandra became obsessed, finding that she was actually noticed, and of value to other players with her healing skills. She immersed herself so completely in the world, that she sometimes forgot about reality.

Personality:
Casandra is quite. She doesn't speak up, nor does she challenge things. She is, by all means, a perfect child. However, she has an anger seething just below the surface, built up over the years of acceptance for her position in her family. She craves attention, and craves being noticed for things. She is however kind, and caring, but does seemed quite conflicted, quite sad and tired a lot of the time.

Appearance (Avatar):

Avatar Class:
Healer-Witch Doctor

Avatar Title: Nies Hellum

Avatar Level (Initial):3

Avatar Guild:
The Fanged Rangers

Avatar Abilities:
healing pulse: a basic healing spell, this heals the users and allies by 10% of their health. It has a three second cast time, and 20 second cool down time. It works in an area around the user of about three meters.

Focused Healing: A basic healing spell, it can heal the health of one ally by 25%. It has a five second cast time, and one minute cool down

resistance: This is a basic spell, given the user, or ally the spell is used on, a resistance to damage for 15 seconds. It has a cast time of 4 seconds, and a cool down time of two minutes. It typically lasts for a minute, and has a 20% resistance effect.

Feats
Wisdom

[User]
Nyx

 As he and Eclipse Princess fought side by side, Nyx could feel the Outlaws starting to grow fearful of the devastating pair. He even saw a few of them wising up and running from the battle, but that's roughly three people in an entire army of killers, which ends up making no difference. As he kicked one of the many combatants into the way of Eclipse Princess' sword, he could almost make out a fireball flying overhead...

 The momentary distraction cost him. He was run through the midsection by a fellow assassin, the shining dagger being reddened by the Harley's blood. Instead of falling however, Euphoria ticked and gave him just enough health to look into the fool's grinning eyes. As that grin faded when the Outlaw realized both of the defenders remained standing, and he realized just how screwed he was. In motion quicker than the eye could follow, Nyx shot the rogue in the knee and ripped the dagger from his stomach, the wound closing as his only combat-oriented ability activated again. The skull seemed to bore it's way into his victims soul as he stabbed him between the ribs and forced him to the ground, and promptly removed the blade, holding it high in the air over the bleeding avatar. Not a single enemy approached him, too frightened to do much except be cut down by the berserker fighting with the assassin.

"DO NOT."

 He plunged the dagger in again, this time working to instill more fear into the army. The blade was pulled from the poor man again.

 "FUCK."

 The piece of steel pieced flesh again, left just above the rib cage.

 "WITH ME."

 In a horrid, gut-wrenching display, he ripped the dagger downwards, breaking bones and splitting muscle until the knife bit the sorry sod's pelvis. With a loud crack, Nyx tore the blade downwards one last time, blood and bone exploding from the corpse and coating both himself and the ground. In a final, sickening move, he picked the body up by the neck and shoved the stiletto through its head, from temple to temple. The body, unusable to even Necromancers, was dropped in full view of everyone.

 Nyx himself now fit the bill of a demon. Coated in the blood of that poor, nameless rogue, he called out to the crowd, making a point by shooting wildly into it. "Come and die, already! Or run and save your precious levels, it's all up to you!" His voice came out as something close to a growl, the mask's eyes almost seeming to glow in response to the bloodlust filling Nyx's head.

 Euphoria ticked again, and the aspect of hell in front of Corpse Collector's army smirked triumphantly. Fear of both himself and Eclipse Princess was in their faces.
 @KoL

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Jiro Katsurou

 Jiro Katsurou pushed open the door to his dorm, back from the graveyard shift his manager had made him work once again. The asshole hated him for some reason, it was probably the hair, and had no right to treat him like garbage! Sure, he had done decently well in his Deep Ground career, claiming to have reached level 8 as a berserker before his nineteenth birthday, and it must've been true. He'd seen the idiot's grades, it's almost like he's proud of them! Solid D's throughout high school. "Yeah, very impressive... dick." And why the graveyard shift? Because people need fast food for breakfast at exactly 5am. Every. Single. Fucking. Day.

 Recovering his usual aloof state from that outburst, Jiro realized just how tired he really was. Deciding to take a shower to remove the smell of egg sandwiches and french fries (And yes, someone had come in that morning demanding a large fry for her first meal of the day), and made his way to the bathroom. Starting the shower and allowing the water a moment to heat up, he stripped down and checked his torso in the mirror. Just fine as always. He entered the shower.

 After a solid twenty minutes of cleaning himself and contemplating life, he exited the bathroom to find his phone buzzing wildly in his work pants. Throwing on a pair of pajama pants and retrieving the cell phone, reading through nearly fifteen missed calls, all from the same person. Cyrus McCormick, an Irish exchange student he'd become close friends with at his old school. He called the European back.

 "Hey Cyrus... yeah, I've been pretty good, yourself? ...Heh, yeah. Anyway, why'd you call? ...Wait, what? ...You're serious, people are actually hunting Corpse Collector down? ...And the Black City's under seige? By dissolutions and Outlaws? ...Fucking Christ. Where are you now? ...You got killed by a level one Slime... It's not my fault you fight with a spear! Look, I'll call you back, Arms Slave probably needs a hand... Shut up, I know he already has four. See ya." Jiro plugged his phone into its charger and collapsed onto his bed, logging into Deep Ground in the process. Sleep felt amazing.

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Phantom Regality

3
2
1
Welcome, Phantom Regality. The last location you logged off in has become the site of a battle. Do you wish to spawn here?
 Without hesitation, he responded. "Yes."
Very well. Good luck.
 Phantom Regality spawned just outside the walls of the Black City and watched the spectacle in front of him unfold for a moment. He saw Eclipse Princess and an assassin guarding the gate, one cutting down the distracted army and the other causing quite a bloody distraction. On another note, he spotted Arms Slave repelling down the wall a little ways away. Within moments he was running in his direction, attempting to catch up with the tall Avatar that vaguely reminded him of Pyramid Head.

 As he caught up finally, he noticed his intended target; the cannons assaulting the city gates. Running alongside the Sweeper, Phantom looked up at him. "I'll get behind the cannons and bond them, you just kick shit!" Picking up the pace, he soon slid into some thick brush beside the cannoneers, and proceeded to take a black book from his belt and opened it. A deep breath and in a readied stance, he began the incantation he'd used to cripple so many before. "Qui mortuus est pro vobis, ille accipit vindicatio est..." A black fog enveloped the cannons, nullifying visibility and slowing the cannoneers progressively, likely long enough for Arms Slave to arrive and spill blood. All in all, Necrotic Bond had taken hold.

 Phantom Regality, for the first time, was in no immediate danger for the first time while using that ability.
 @Lucius Cypher

[Assistant]
Unrelenting Jukebox

Jukebox wasn't too shocked with Corpse Collector's response. She did have a reputation of being a crazy killer after all. Still the fact that this Dovev guy took the effort to pull him out of the way did. Listening to the mad ramblings even as bullets slammed into his cover, Jukebox vented some anger.

"Come on now! That's super uncalled for Corpsey my friend! I didn't shoot at you! I didn't even come to kill you! Is this how you make first impressions? Is crashing a car to some great music really that bad?" hoping to distract enough that she wouldn't really care, Jukebox decided he probably see what he got for himself at level 5.

As he picked the abilities, Jukebox read his new unique skill... Joke Weapons. First glance made it look like just that, a joke, but it did come with a message "In recognition of your use of our Joke Weapons, this skill is gifted to you, have fun~!" looking at the skill closer, Jukebox realised the magnitude of the skill "To all Joke Weapons adds a powerful 'Once a Day' ability with a key activation phrase" Wh-what? Doesn't that mean my ability is determined by my equipment?! What the hell?! checking his equipped weapon, Jukebox was shocked.

 James Bond's Walther PPK:
 Once a Day Ability
 Activated by saying: "My name is <real surname>, <real first name> <real surname>"

 Effect: The next 40 seconds have a times(number of enemies) critical attack and
 (number of enemies)/2 critical chance

Isn't this insane?! How many enemies are there right now?! looking about, Jukebox feared that this ability would somehow be caught out and even as he gulped down the digital saliva, his hands shook slightly. Taking a deep breath, Jukebox was about to round the corner and take a shot when the ground gave out beneath him

"Holy shit!" plummeting to the floor below, Jukebox his the ground and saw a group of standard level 5 dissolutions, deciding to roll the dice, Jukebox scrambled to his feet and shouted out...

"My name is Coleman, Alex Coleman" and just like that the area around him pulsed momentarily and all characters that were not classified as 'friendly' briefly flashed red to Jukebox's eyes while a computerized voice spoke in his ear "5 enemies detected in range. Critical Damage is now x5. Critical Hit Chance in now x2.5" as a familiar theme rang out

Taking shots as he ran backwards three of the five went down thanks to the 5 times critical damage a small timer in the top left was counting down to the time out for the ability. Biting his lip, Jukebox reloaded and ran back at the remaining two, unloading a into one before aiming at the other before the tell tale click of an empty gun echoed as he was hit and flung into a wall. Frantically reloading, Jukebox finally raised the Walther PPK and fired at the oncoming mass before as the satisfying critical hits turned it to a pile of EXP. Slumping to the floor, Jukebox looked up at the hole and hoped Corpse Collector wasn't too dead. He still wanted to know if the coma glitch thing was real or a ghost story...

[User]
Cassie couldn't say truly why it pleased her that Eclipse Princess called out to her, but perhaps it was merely because she had feared that nothing would break through the...frenzy of the battle, or indeed the shell Eclipse seemed to have erected around herself. She turned around as the Outlaws attacked, but she need not have worried. Right then, Nies felt torn. She owed Jukebox a debt, but she couldn't make herself walk away from Eclipse. Watching her fight, Nies knew she could take care of herself, yet what if something happened?

Torn, Nies tilted her head, listening, she thought she could still make out Jukebox's music, so the boy was still alive. the only problem presented to Nies now was how to get there, when she was alone. She laid a hand on her dagger, but knew if it came to a massive battle, she would lose. Her safest bet was to stay near Eclipse and Nix, but she didn't want to be a hindrance to either of them.

Yet she had got through the city, to here, so she could get to Jukebox. But where was he? It seemed that many paths would intersect, and for now she was better to stay alive herself. Shifting, she made to stay within site of Eclipse and Nix.


[System]
Age: Nineteen
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Personality: Arrogant, Sneering, Boisterous, Likes those who are similar to him
Short Bio: Born into the bourgeoise, Charles had been given everything on a silver platter for his whole life. It came quite a shock to him when the end of the world began, as it meant that he would now have to fend for himself and do the work that should be done of filthy peasants. Fortunately however his time hunting wild game in his families domain, with his trusty rifle and his companion bird Martel, gave him a little experience.
Weapon: (Nothing too OP): His hunting rifle, a Falcon named Martel
Skills: Skilled Marksman. Can ride horseback. Knows Falconry.

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Gabriel brought the blankets back into the small dining room and handed Ivan the quilt. He set the box down next to his spot at the table.

"We could make a fort when dinner is done," Gabe smiled both to himself at Ivan. If Ivan wanted, he could stay. He wouldn't be completely alone when dealing with twins, plus Kubiak found it easier conversing with people younger than him than older.

"How do you all like the soup?" he asked anyway, even though
Audrey clearly enjoyed it.
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@MissCapnCrunch@Oliver
Aaron ran downstairs. He sat at his seat and grinned. He began to eat the soup, thoroughly enjoying it. Eventually he heard Gabriel's question. Aaron looked up, his mouth full. "It's dewicious!" He continued to shovel the soup into his mouth, grinning. He swallowed his food and looked at the two new members of their little group. "We could watch movies too. We've got Star Wars. And tomorrow, we can play Monopoly." He suggested, excited to have new company.

[User] Charles kept an eye on the small Slav boy as he left the store and wondered how far the kid was going to make it. Not far apparently as the kid slumped down in a corner and began to sob. Charles debated if he should waste his time talking to him, when that idea was dashed as another young boy with a gun appeared, and seemed to be somewhat territorial. Charles then watched the Slav boy climb up the ladder, perhaps this would not be the last he saw of him. He then turned to face the other boy who repeated his question "Apologies. I am Charles Banesworth, the second of his name, and I too seek a place to rest my head if you would permit me my good man. Speaking of which, what would your name be?"

[Assistant] The quilt was a bit cumbersome for Ivan, but he managed to fold it up enough to be able to carry it. He walked back to the kitchen with Gabriel, looking around at the others. One of them said something about Star Wars and Monopoly, things he'd only heard of and never personally experienced. It occurred to him at this moment that he rather had to use the bathroom, but had no idea how to ask, so he opted to hold it, shifting uncomfortably and rearranging the quilt in his arms. He remained silent, watching the others in the room.

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Audrey nodded with the agreements of the soup that was well made. It was also clear that the two would be staying with them for now, though she wasn't quite sure to trust them or not. Though they were just kids, she knew that if her brother could wield a gun as well as he could- then any one could. Watching the quilt overtake the younger of the two new boys, Audrey couldn't help but chuckle. He moved back and forth as the clear sign of the "potty dance" came into view. Standing up from the table she grabbed the quilt from his arms and placed it onto the chair. "I can show you where the bathroom is. I've got magical powers, I always know when someone needs to go." she teased, sticking her tongue out playfully. She began to walk towards where the old bathrooms for the grocery store was, pointing towards the boys room. "You can go in there, I'll give you privacy." she said. Her attention being pulled to what her her brother, Gabriel, and yet another boy were doing. It was clear tonight was going to have a lot of new faces.

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[Assistant] "Th-thank you." Stammered Ivan, blushing as he closed the door and took care of what needed to be done, walking out a couple minutes later feeling quite a bit better but still a bit perplexed by the girl's perceptiveness. Was he really being that obvious, or was she not kidding about the whole magic powers thing?

[User] Malik strode through the street his eyes focused on any trace of his prey. The town wasn't as bad as he had expected, not nearly as much dilapidation or corpses as he was expecting which was nice. Maybe that meant there were other survivors, maybe even his grandfather was still in town. He would have to look more into both possibilities later, now catching sight of specks of fresh blood that was hopefully from the buck. He readied his bow as he turned the corner but stopped finding the buck on its side breathing heavily. He walked up to the animal, knife drawn and without so much as a second thought but it out of it's misery. Despite the chase the kill was clean and it only took one arrow, efficient just the way he liked it. The sun was practically down now though, there was no possible way he was making it back to the cabin before whatever the virus did at night happened. There were plenty of abandoned looking buildings around that would suffice, he was flexible after all. He grabbed the buck by its horns and dragged it behind him in search of a suitable place to rest for the night.

[Assistant]
Fuming.

If there was one word to describe Tom's current mood, it would be fuming. He definitely wasn't expecting to be attacked by a group of bandits this far out in the north, but he certainly wasn't going to complain about the fact. The folks in Norfolk had already warned him about these road gangs, but goddamn, he didn't expect to stumble upon them that fast. Breathing in and out slowly through his gas mask to calm himself, Tom skidded the pickup truck to a halt by the side of the road, his mind working on overdrive. He quickly went through the list of things that he knew that he had in his bag and on his body, only to find out that he didn't have nearly enough to take on the bandits all by himself. Cursing out loud, he grabbed his shotgun from the passenger seat and opened the door.

He'd been extremely lucky. An untouched military checkpoint out in the middle of nowhere, fully stocked with guns, ammo and enough MREs to last him for months. After loading up as much supplies into his truck, Tom headed out north towards the city of Salisbury. Unfortunately for him, by traveling through the US 13, he caught the attention of a gang of heavily armed bikers who were quite interested in the heavy bags lying on the back of his truck...

One of the bikers had been too confident. Speeding fast towards the truck, the man definitely did not expect Tom to pop up from behind the truck and fill his chest with lead. The biker died before he even hit the ground, his motorcycle crashing into the cluster of trees by the side of the road. Pumping the shotgun to chamber a new round, Tom took aim at another one of the biker headed his way and pulled the trigger.

They tried to stop him by forming a roadblock of sorts with their bikes with their guns at the ready. Knowing full well that they wouldn't be giving him milk and cookies if he stopped, Tom floored the gas and plowed through their roadblock before they had a chance to open fire. Tom couldn't help but smile as he heard a loud CRACK as one of the bikers went under the pickup truck.

A bullet landed close by, sending wood splinters all around him. Having loaded his shotgun with slugs, Tom pumped the weapon and leaned out of the cover of the tree. Taking aim, he caught one of the bikers by surprise and pulled the trigger. The man's chest practically exploded into a red mist as he fell dead, the rest of his comrades taking cover behind the trees around them. "Come on, you motherfuckers! I've got plenty more where that came from!"

The bullets pinged off the back of his truck, with the occasional few hitting the back window and passing over his head. They had managed to take out one of his tires, but that isn't going to be enough to stop him. Tom thought about slowing down and ramming the bikers off the side of the road, but he knew that they'd just shoot the living shit out of him if he did. Instead, he stepped on the gas in an effort to put some distance between him and the bikers. After he was sure that he'd given himself a few seconds worth of breather, Tom slammed on the breaks and stopped his truck by the side of the road. Without wasting another second, he grabbed his shotgun from the passenger seat and stepped out, taking cover behind his truck as he waited for the first biker to reach him...

Having abandoned the truck and its contents, Tom had made a run for the woods off the side of the road, hoping the gang wouldn't follow him. Unfortunately, they did. After a short shootout and nearly two hours of running, they eventually called off the chase. Hunting down a helpless prey was one thing, but this one fought back. They didn't care so much about vengeance anymore, not after having three of their friends killed and another two wounded. The majority of them went back to the highway, eager to loot the truck and go about their business; but two of them stayed behind. Exhausted, they stopped by a small stream to rest for a few minutes, breathing hard and looking behind their back for a threat they would never see coming.

After satisfying themselves that there were no danger, one of them knelt by the stream to fill his water bottle. The other one kept watch behind them anyways. He neglected to keep a watch on his comrade. After a couple minutes of resting, the one on guard turned and called out to his friend that it was time to carry on.

The words caught in his throat.

His friend was lying half in the running water, his upper body being bent downstream and legs anchoring it to the shore. A hasty inspection revealed that his neck had been sliced open, his blood pouring out to travel downstream. Panic gripped the man's heart and he turned towards the direction where his other friends had gone off to, intending to warn them.

He opened his mouth to scream, but only blood would come out...

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That had been days ago. Now, sitting down inside crumbling bar at the heart of Salisbury, Tom idly thought about the events of the past few days. They had gotten quite close in killing him. Had the gang not called off the chase, they'd find out that he had practically ran into a dead end. The woods ended and made way for a large open field with no cover whatsoever. Had they chased him for a bit longer, they'd more than likely gun him down then and there. Fortunately for Tom, they didn't. Having killed five of them and wounding about two, Tom sincerely doubted they'd be out looking for vengeance.

Remembering the reason behind the whole conflict, Tom wondered if he'd ever get his truck and (most importantly) the supplies he scavenged from the checkpoint back anytime soon. "Unlikely..." he thought out loud, swirling around the bottle of whiskey in his hand. "If they're not complete dumbfucks, the gang would be long gone by now."

"Ah well, no use crying over spilled milk."

Putting the bottle down, Tom stood up and looked around the room. For such a small joint, the bar was not all too bad. Sure, all of the furniture that was not nailed down had been looted long ago by other people, but aside from that the place was pretty cozy. Not to mention, the whole establishment only had one entrance and absolutely no windows, making it easy for Tom to barricade himself in for the night.

There was still an hour or so of daylight left, so he figured it'd be better if he stepped out of the bar for ten minutes or more and check the surrounding buildings for anything useful. So far, Tom hadn't encountered a single soul in Salisbury and he thought it unlikely that he'd meet anyone anytime soon. With that in mind, he slung his shotgun behind his back and opened the door outside... only to come face to face with a man dragging a dead buck behind him.

"Oh," Tom exclaimed, dumbfounded. "Hello there."

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"Huh?" Malik replied equally dumbstruck for a moment. "Good Evening."

The man in front of him was indeed an imposing figure. Clad in full body armor and wielding a shotgun, Malik was smart enough to know when he was clearly outmatched. The panic that should've came with that realization never did though. If the man wanted his things or the buck he could've very well just shot him as he was exiting the building. He doubted based on this that the man was hostile; still, it was probably in his best interest to not antagonize the man at all. He was the the only living person other than his grandfather, that he'd seen since the world ended after all.

"Pleasure to meet you, sir. My name is Malik Cole." He dropped the buck in order to better interact with the man. "I apologize If I've been rude at all, but you are the first person I've seen in a long time. I haven't had much of chance to keep up with my etiquette training."

[Assistant] Aaron got up, and took the remainder of his soup back to his sentry spot. He looked down at the other boy as he talked and thought for a moment. "We'll have to lock you and your falcon in a room, and you won't get dinner." He lowered the ladder. As he saw the sun about to set, he beckoned. "Faster! Or you'll die from the virus!" His virus was still pointed at the other boy. His scarf covered his mouth, so his voice was a bit muffled.

[User] Ivan walked back to the others, looking out the window down at the boy he'd run into at the Video Store. It seemed like they were slowly forming a party of sorts. First Ivan stumbled across these lovely chaps, now the young man with the falcon had followed. Glancing up at the horizon and noticing the sun setting, he carefully backed away from the window. He'd come to fear nighttime since the virus, which was perfectly reasonable if one thought about it.

[Assistant] "How dare you, I refuse to be locked-" Charles was abruptly cut off as the boy yelled at him to hurry along noting the fact that it was almost dark. Charles decided that it was best to follow the instructions for the time being, he could argue and bicker with the boy once he was in safety. Martel, seemingly aware of the situation left his perch on Charles's shoulder and flew to the top in safety as Charles continued to climb the ladder. As he finished, he gave a curt bow to the boy "Thank you for the accommodation lad, your service is appreciated" he said as he looked at the setting horizon, he wondered if anyone else was out there tonight, and if they would make it.


[System]
Official Name of Nation: The Empire of Attolia
Nation Leader: Lothair Valoi Attolis II aka. Lothair II
Form of Government: Enlightened Despotism
Nation Capital: Attolia
National Language: Attolian

Nation Claim

1. Montfore
2. Anjo
3. Attolia
4. Augverne
5. Bergen
6. Calae
7. Belgae

Colonial Claim

From West to East

1. Antillia
2. Cote
3. Mahe
4. Caledonia

From this point onwards, you have 125 points to allocate between the various aspects. Good luck!

Nation Demographics

Population: 9
Nation Size: 7

Colonial Demographics

Colonial Population: 2
Colonial Holdings: 4
Colony Stability: 3

Army

Infantry Strength: 6
Infantry Quality: 6
Infantry Logistics: 5
Cavalry Strength: 2
Cavalry Quality: 4
Cavalry Logistics: 3
Artillery Strength: 3
Artillery Quality: 5
Artillery Logistics: 5
Army Commander Quality: 7

Navy

Ship of the Line Strength: 4
Ship of the Line Quality: 4
Ship of the Line Logistics: 4
Cruiser Strength: 2
Cruiser Quality: 2
Cruiser Logistics: 2
Marine Strength: 2
Marine Quality: 2
Marine Logistics: 2
Naval Commander Quality: 4

Economics

National Wealth: 2
Industrialization: 6
Development of Low Industry: 6
Development of Middle Industry: 6
Development of High Industry: 6

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The Treat of Attolian Amity and Jinje Friendship

The Empire of Attolia wishes to formally thank the Kingdom of Jinje for their aid rendered in the recent events and conflict with the Shuren Dynasty. Thus, the Empire of Attolia presents the following treaty to the Kingdom of Jinje.

1. The Empire of Attolia and the Kingdom of Jinje will enter a formal alliance, coming to the aid of each other in times of conflict and strife.

2. The Empire of Attolia and the Kingdom of Jinje will cooperate to economically support and develop each other's economic interests.

3. The Empire of Attolia gifts it's 5th Third Rate Ship of the Line based in Fort Tian to its new friends to allow the Kingdom of Jinje to learn from western naval design, theory and technology. May it serve as a proud start to a new modernized Jinje Navy.

4. The two parties will establish permanent embassies in each other's lands.

5. The Kingdom of Jinje will also introduce and provide diplomatic assistance in meeting the Kingdom's neighbors and other known nations in Asia.

May this treaty serve as the foundation of generations of friendship for our peoples.

Signed,
Admiral Topi Valtonen, Representative to his Imperial Majesty Lothair II of Attolia

[Assistant]
A mist heavy dawn reigns over the fields of northern Claidor. The damp earth is slowly being trampled into a barren mess of mud as thousands of men and hundreds of horses make their way across the country and forage the fields clean. General Vadim Rogozin watches over the procession from horseback as blue and orange uniforms pass him by in an orderly fashion. As the highest ranking officer on hand he commands the respect of his Claidor counterparts, especially since their forces were put on the back foot before Rubrus entering the war. These fellows looked like they knew the business and there were enough of them to put on a mighty display for the Vendsyssels.

The general is a cavalry man, as all true sons of fine Rubrusi breeding are. He does not care for his coming task of liberating the city of Batko and the siege that awaits them. He would much rather face his foe in the open field but he cannot allow the enemy to gain a foothold in an allied nation, such are the orders from on high.

Rumors abound that The Empress is still in a rage over her brother in law allowing this conflict to happen, especially when their are talks of her attending new peace talks in Attolia and signing fresh agreements of alliance with other European powers. Provided that was successful he could go on a true offensive from there, earning himself some glory and - as his empress commanded - win them something that would make this war worth the effort.

But before Rogozin and his hussars could have their day they would have to unleash their muskets and cannons on whoever was willing to die in the name of keeping Batko from its rightful owners.

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Several dignitaries were invited to Attolia to discuss a certain matter. There was chaos and strife throughout the continent, but a few leaders had proven to be upholders of peace. Emperor Lothair II hoped to bring these leaders together to ensure peace within the continent. Among the first dignitaries to arrive was Her Imperial Majesty Alina Romanovna of the Empire of Rubrus. Lothair II welcomed her with open arms and gave a small, respectful bow to the lady as she entered the palace halls. "It is a pleasure to have your presence here, Empress. I must congratulate you on your wedding, and I must beg your forgiveness for not being able to attend. As you know... things have not been stable in the continent as of late. Regardless, I wish to present to you, my belated gift."

With that, Lothair presented the Empress with a fine scroll, covered in velvet to protect the precious contents of the document.

"Let us have peace!" Lothair yelled loudly for all in the hall to hear. There was a loud cheer from the attending nobles, administrators and diplomats. Lothair turned to the herald and nodded for him to begin his speech. The Herald cleared his throat and unraveled a scroll that he held.

"On this glorious day, the Empire of Attolia and the Empire of Rubrus have signed the Treaty of Attolia. His Holiness, the Father of the Papacy in the Holy Territories, has also received a copy of the treaty and is expected to sign and join the treaty at a future date once the Crusade is concluded. The contents of the treaty are as follows:

'In response to the chaos and death spawned by recent times, we have come together on this day to join together in alliance to bring peace and prosperity to the continent and the peoples of Europe. The signing parties agree to the following terms of this treaty and subsequent formation of the Continental Alliance:

All parties will come to the aid of any member of the Continental Alliance in the event of aggression conducted against any member or it's overseas' interests.

In pursuit of this clause, all parties will also agree to yearly joint military exercises to maintain the readiness of our armies and navies. This requirement may be suspended in the event of emergency.

All parties will form a common market to encourage and facilitate trade and economic efficiency among member nations.
(en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Single_market for those not sure what that means)

Any nation may request to join the Treaty of Attolia, but on the condition that all current members must agree for the nation to join. All amendments must also be unanimously agreed upon by current members.'

Long live the the Continental Alliance and to our new allies and dearest friends!"

With that the Continental Alliance was born between the Empire of Attolia and the Empire of Rubrus with the Holy Territories soon following suit in this grand military and economic alliance.

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While most administrators and diplomats were busy in Attolia, a boat set sail that day for the coasts of the newly founded Caliphate. The diplomat had simple orders. He was to establish initial and friendly relations with the new government and to investigate the current situation of Viponists and non-natives in the region to ensure their safety. After all, the guerilla war that was waged was... vicious and many civilians were targeted in the religious uprising. This would also hopefully provide a foundation for future Attolian interests in the region.

Finally, on the other side of the world, the Empire of Attolia instituted something they would never consider doing in Europe. As a show of sovereignty over the region, a new tariff and tax was introduced for all foreign ships and merchants passing through the Strait of Caledonia. The Strait was the busiest strait in the world with most of the Western and Eastern trade passing through the region. Thus, with the Attolian fleet now based nearby at Fort Tian, the Empire of Attolia would begin to exert their control over the waters of this crucial region.