[System]
Age: Claims to be 19
Gender: Claims to be female
Race: Claims to be human
Height and Weight: Claims to be 165 cm. Refuses to give a weight.

Bounty: 0 Beli

Personality: Absolutely insistent on staying in-character as a teenage girl and will refuse to acknowledge anything that conflicts with this. Giko's character is that of a gutsy, cheerful girl in her late teens. She tends to brush off insults to herself as a matter of course, but can't tolerate ones aimed at her friends.

History: A mysterious middle-aged man who operates a life-size teenage girl puppet, he refuses to acknowledge his own existence, instead insisting that he is an ordinary 19-year-old girl named Giko, who states that her goal is to find her father, apparently a famous dollmaker who left on a journey to the Black Drum Kingdom and never returned. Her other motivation seems to be loneliness, as she has resolved to make a friend on every island of the Grand Line. Things haven't been working out very well on the latter; people seem like they'd rather call her "pervert" and "old man", but she's sure that'll change once she reaches the Grand Line proper.

Abilities:
Master Puppeteer - Giko's operator is a ridiculously skilled puppeteer and ventriloquist capable of operating Giko in a lifelike manner resembling a teenage girl. If it wasn't for the creepy guy sticking his hand up the back of her shirt, you'd hardly know the difference.

Craftsman - Giko's operator seems to have a high level of engineering skill, considering that he apparently built Giko and is capable of repairing her from scrap material.

Techniques:
Giko Punch: Giko can fire her fist via a large spring embedded in her forearm. It's then reeled back in using a cable that connects the fist and stump.
Giko Hurricane: Giko's mouth contains a small breath dial filled with corrosive gas, which can be used to eat through metal.
Giko Mortar: A small, sturdy mortar capable of firing explosive shells, located in Giko's left leg.

Traits:

Inventory: Life-sized teenage girl puppet named Giko with a number of concealed weapons.

[User]
"So this is Loguetown, huh?"

Giko shaded her eyes and squinted, peering over the town. From the crashes, bangs, and rapidly-forming crowd, it seemed like some rough-and-tumble sorts were starting a brawl down by the shopping district. Golly, she didn't want to be a part of that. More importantly, it was lunchtime, and that meant Giko had to think about getting some lunch! One couldn't make friends on an empty stomach, after all. Somewhere good to eat, though... The shopping district was crawling with rubberneckers, so that was out. Even if she got through, all the places would probably be shut tight until those hooligans calmed down. Maybe she should ask a local?

She clattered her way around the plaza, accosting passers-by who, for their part, gave her a wide berth and refused to make eye contact, instead glaring at something behind her and muttering something about a pervert. Giko tried turning around, but she couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. Was it her clothes? Something on her face? Or maybe...

Maybe she had a stalker.

An extremely sneaky stalker who was directly behind her at all times.

It made perfect sense. A fragile young maiden like her, clearly new and unsteady in an unfamiliar land- why, of course she'd have a stalker. That was obvious. So obvious that she now wondered why she hadn't thought of it before, even. She had to report this to the local authorities at once. Evidence, though... It would be tricky to make a sketch if she didn't even know what he looked like. Giko needed, if not a friend, an ally.

Giko moved up next to a girl wearing some sort of shells over her ears- weird fashions, these locals- and tried to get her attention.

"Psst!", she hissed.

"Psst! Hey, you! With the pink hair!"

No response. Clearly, those fashionable shells must have muffled her hearing. Giko would have to get the girl's attention another way.

A limp-wristed wooden hand clattered over Claribel's shoulder, followed shortly by a lifeless, artificial face creeping into view, far too close for comfort. Had it been an ordinary person, this method of approach would have been strange. Done by a puppet, it was downright surreal.

"Heeeeeeeeey theeeeeere~", Giko whispered, giving the girl a wink.

[Assistant]
Zehst's expression changed from a bashful smile to a quizzical stare as Nose Ring stomped over towards him and demanded to know why he'd interrupted them. But before Zehst could answer, the man poked him, none too gently, with each shouted word. At first he pushed the man's hand aside.

"Stop that." he said, chuckling. It kind of tickled. The next poke was harder, and Zehst's eyes narrowed. "Stoppit." He lightly slapped Nose Ring's hand away. A harder poke. "STAHP." With the childish exclamation he grabbed Nose Ring's hand and actually pushed it away. But then here it came again, another pointing finger headed for his chest--

"I NEED AN ADULT!"

With a "shoop" sound, a metal cylinder suddenly just grew out of the young man's elbow, at an angle to the rest of his arm as he drew it back. As his fist clenched tightly, the rocket flared to life, sputtering just once before sprouting a bright orange-white flame from its end.

"CRUISE KNUCKLE!"

At high speed and with considerable force behind it, the rocket powered punch headed right for Nose Ring's gut. Zehst was even leaning in, putting all of his shoulder and body weight into the blow. It most certainly would not be a cruise, but then it was named for the cruiser missile, not the popular vacation transport.

[User]
Of all of the stores in Loguetown, the old shopkeeper's one that was probably boasting the most action right now; gangsters, more gangsters, and a young rocketeer that crashed into a building using a dinghy, asking where he could buy a new boat.

The question would mark the "arrival" of yet another person.

"I know a store that sells boats." A unknown voice said. Although as far as anyone would be able to see, the voice had no owner.

"I think it's called 'Sink or Sail' or something like that."

As the voice continued to speak, it became increasingly clear where it was coming from. At that moment, one of the lids of one of the few crates that were dotted around the store burst open, revealing a young teenager with dark brown hair and wearing blue and exotic ninja garb. This was Tenmon Tamashi, the weirdo enigmatic teenage ninja that had asserted himself in Loguetown only a few months ago. His appearance from the crate raised several questions: How did he get in there? How long was he in there? Why was he in there? Why did he decide to come out now, of all possible times? What's more, he didn't even seem to properly assess what exactly was happening in the store right now, being focused on explaining where the boat store was to the man who had crashed into the building and broke his dinghy (tee-hee) rather than the brawl now taking place in front of him.

"It's west from here, past the broken execution platform and next to the old Arms Shop." The boy said, pointing roughly in the direction of where the store was.

At least his directions were accurate.

[Assistant]
"I AM AN AD-"

Is all Nose Ring was able to say before he was quickly silence in shock at the sight of the boy's arm turning into a rocket. Was his eyes deceiving him!? Was this....

"...the legendary devil frui-!?!"

Was all he was able to say before the Cruise Knuckle impacted his midsection with incredible force. He let out a throaty, gagging cry of agony as fist met gut, before being launched right through another wall, his legs dangling over the bottom of the hole as he lay on the ground outside, bloodied and white-eyed.

The other gang members, who were not at the right angle to see Zehst's arm transform, were at once shocked and angered.

"Oi! This kid's no joke!! Who is he!?"

"Maybe he's a hitman sent by the Sugar Boys!"

"NOBODY puts Peppa through a wall like that 'cept his Ma! You're asking for PAIN, hitman!"

The men all drew their weapons on Zehst, ready and willing to use them. The tension however, soon gave way to an awkward silence as they all witnessed Tenmon Tamashi stealthily rise from his crate.

"......."

One of the thugs leaned towards another.

"It's that weirdo ninja again...."

"What! You looking for a fight, too!?" One of the thugs said as he turned his sword from Zehst to Tenmon Tanashi.

Meanwhile, back at the destroyed cabbage cart, Scabbard looked up from his cabbage breakfast at the ripped fellow who just let out a very un(gentle)manly yelp right next to him. He stared at him incredulously, raising a thin, black eyebrow.

"...Dude....Did that just come outta you?..."

[User]
Head bobbing lightly to the music, Claribel was completely engrossed, her feet trumping along without much rhyme or reason to her approach.During a lull in between songs, she let out a giggle: she'd have to keep this one. Sorry, boss man.

Feeling something on her shoulder, she realized how wrapped up she was getting. A bit groggy, she lifted one side of the TDs, turning to look at her caller.

"Heeeeeeeeey theeeeeere~" the voice of the firm face spoke out, a wooden shutter clunking closed over one of the eyes.

"GUHEEEEE!" Claribel cried out like some kind of rodent, thoroughly spooked, bouncing a few steps away. Landing on her feet, her eyes were wide as she stared at the girl puppet and...uh...some guy.

Tapping the button on her TDs, pausing them, her expression was vacant as she blinked, looking over the pair. W-was this some kind of show? There really wasn't anyone else around: Claribel stuck to quieter areas when listening to music, whether on purpose or not.

Raising a hand, she greeted, "G-good morning?" Actually, had Claribel eaten yet? She was just gonna steal her boss' lunch but that wasn't happening today...

[Assistant]
That shriek confirmed it. Giko definitely had some sort of pervert lurking just outside her cone of vision. How terrifyingly clever! Loguetown deviants were really something else!

"Shh, don't react! We don't want to provoke him.", She whispered, "I need to ask you something. Act. Natural."

She put her other hand overtop the first to steady the pink-haired girl. From her demeanor, it was clear: This stalker was not just any everyday stalker but some sort of highly-advanced superstalker who terrified even witnesses into silence. Definitely not someone to be trifled with. She'd have to navigate this scenario with extreme caution. Giko withdrew a sketchpad and a carpenter's pencil from a bag hanging at her hip, preparing to draw.

"I need you to describe the person standing behind me. His face, especially.", she whispered slowly, "-Can you do that?"


[System]
Nickname: Shadow, The Reaper
Race: Lumyian
Age: 20
Gender: Male

Appearance:

Proportionality:
Height: 5' 2''
Weight: 105 lbs
Frame: Slender, Feminine, but slightly athletic build

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Personality:- Itzal is warm, kind, gentle, and friendly to those he knows, however, can come off a little cold and uninviting to those he doesn't know very well. He is also very relaxed to the point of being very lazy and tends to not take much seriously at first glance, but in actuality cares deeply (especially towards his friends). He doesn't have much self-confidence and is easily taken advantage of and tends to "care too much" for those he deems friends, which can end up hurting him if he's not careful.

Job: Thief, Fortune Teller/Oracle
Fighting Style: Uses Martial Arts and agile movements/speed, almost as if he's dancing, not physically strong without weapons or magic.

Weapons from strongest to weakest: Scythe, Sword, Staff, Dagger
Armors/Outfits: A black robe with a hood and long sleeves, brown slash, and brown thigh high boots.

Familiar: Hellhound

Familiar Appearance:

Familiar Abilities: Allows for Itzal to gain fire and darkness magic, unable to be burned and able to control shadows to attack or defend, however becomes weak to water and light. Susceptible to poison.
Movement Type: Walks and Runs

Familiar Size: Large

Relic Weapons: A cat o' nine tails that has fire burning at the tips.

Relic Armors: A choker made of obsidian, said to be crafted from the very fires of Hell. It severely burns those who touch it besides Itzal and gives off a blazing heat and can create a fire shield around Itzal and his teammates.

Trance: Acrobatics triple as well as his magic stats. Seems to buff up more in terms of body build and strength, gives off a dark purple aura. If stays in Trance for too long, becomes berserk and loses control of himself and his magic.

Pros- Speed, stamina, able to surprise attack, shadow manipulation
Cons- Able to be knocked aside easily by larger enemies, hardly any physical strength, can lose control and go berserk in Trance, concept of mind isn't very great and can be easily overcome to others will.
Racial Strengths- Can use Sign Magic
Racial Weaknesses- Weak to physical attacks by 50%

Background: Being a Lumyian, it is unsure exactly where Itzal is originally from or who his family is/was (and he's not telling), however what is known about his past was that he was once a slave to a noble in Alexandria, who treated him very poorly to the point where it affected his state of mind to the point where he lost all self confidence and esteem in himself and was completely dependent on his master for his physical and emotional well-being. However, one day his master vanished, leaving Itzal completely vulnerable. However, he managed to get by thieving and becoming a fortune teller on the streets, becoming well known for his fortunes due to the fact that he could predict a person's death and advise them on how to avoid their horrible demise. Itzal also began to start practicing the magic skills of his people once more to regain a sense of self that he had once lost and soon started slowly regaining himself as a person. He is a lot more confident and has more will power than he once had, he can still be reliant on others. However, to this day he is still searching out other Lumyians in hopes he can regain more of himself now that he has lost the aspect of having kinmanship.

[User]
"Well enough..." Wylde stated as she was called to get on board. Now that she had changed her looks to a point, she suspected there shouldn't be too much chance for people to recognize her right away. Besides her old pictures from the military days didn't look like her anymore much either. They should be good on her front at least. That said her companions weren't exactly in the same boat so to speak. She sighed, in teh end of hte day if someone tried to confront them, they'd simply beat them into oblivion and that would be that.

 "I wonder how long it has been since I was visiting a place not for specific job." She wondered as she hopped on board and took a seat. Last few years she never seemed to have enough free time. Now that htey had a princess to guard and so on, it somehow felt less work like and more adventury.

[Assistant]
Karn had studied what disguise to wear, shrugging her shoulders as simply attached a black cape around her neck, clasping the front to her shoulder so it covered a good portion of her body. Wrapping her fluffy tail around her waist to look like a belt. Ears twitching against her messy blonde hair, the feline demi-human gave a soft mhmm before taking a teal scarf, pinning her ears down against her skull before wrapping the piece of fabric around her head to help cover some of her looks. Well, at least it will be a little more difficult to tell who she was now.

Walking after Wylde, Karn glanced toward the taller woman before plopping down to take a seat beside her. Hands behind her head in a casual manner. Resisting the urge for her tail to wiggle. "Eh it's not so bad right?" she mused, closing her emerald green eyes as she simply listened. This job sure turned a bit adventurous. Still, Karn wasn't particularly happy about having to escort royalty, but a job was a job in the end.

[User]
Cassius nodded at everyone being present before taking a breath. "Alright... The plan is in place so we get there a bit faster... Because this has been a very long trek already, and I think we are all ready to have a good dinner when we are all done with this job, and well safe... WE might have took longer than needed... but I rather us be safe than sorry as a collective. And not to seem self absorbed, but I want to think we all did good thus far." Cassius began, smiling under his veil... It clearly hurt his face as he turned his head away for a moment twords Hitori -- Mother Superior -- before turning back, his jaw slightly moving left to right as if to numb the pain.

Garnet suppressed a grin at this, she was clearly very amused at all this. "When you're ready Mr.Svent."
Cassius' eyes seemed to trail to her. "Right, by this... long detour, we avoided three powerful beings thus far, I want to think of everyone's safety. As a result, I thought this would be the safest route."

Monica blinked, she was quite skeptical of him, even if he has been correct in his judgment thus far. "May I?" She asked, as if to cut in.

"What is it you'd like to say?" Cassius shifted his posture, one leg over the other, his hands resting on his thigh.

"Just What are we avoiding? I think we are entitled enough to know at the very least." Monica blinked.

Cassius chuckled for a moment. "I don't know how to describe them, aside from weapons... in the vision they had crow like wings... bells... and staffs of rare materials to work as powerful catalyst that could do serious harm to the ship. And ultimately bring up down to a far worse place. Even kill some of us -- more of us rather. Is that what you really want?" Cassius spoke out. "It's fine to be skeptical of me, no one will hold that against you. But we need a full group to just even beat one of them... But to have all three here?" Cassius shook his head. "Their eyes are hollow, yet full of a malevolent yellow glow. Not born naturally... as if..." Cassius didn't quiet have the right words for it, but the stress his eyes showed were enough to show he was genuinely concerned.

"Alright... What else would we have missed?" Monica brought up, Cassius looking more annoyed at her presence.

Garnet gave Monica a blank look. "Can you let him explain his plan? He's why we are here in fewer pieces. Grant him this much."
Monica took a breath. It was hard for her to accept the mystic in place of a forensic explanation. She could measure the elements and how Aether is used to bring about the calling of the magics of boons to banes used by others, but to see possible realities they could have encountered? That was a lot for her to merely accept.

"I'm sorry... But he is asking a lot of me to just believe your Majesty... As a scientist, I cannot measure timelines the way we can alter the course around a specific instance.... But to see entire what could be instances? Can you really blame my skepticism?" Monica raised a point. "I need more evidence. More than just faith."

"I understand how you feel as someone who grew up hating whatever power I might have had. I truly do. I don't pretend these are perfect visions, or realities I can see. What I may have prevented in the past, might emerge later in the future. It was only an encounter of a mobile enemy. Just like how we evaded the queen airships. Just because you can avoid something, does not mean it fully disappears. That is a forensic fact I can give you based on reasoning, as well as the prognosis of the visions. Like all exparaments , we have some level of control, but not of the entire outcome, but more of a leaning to one. Is that too, not how your research works?"
Cassius rebuttal made Monica nod in silence. It was a more satisfactory answer.

Soon their boat was lowered to the ground where they would have to walk as a ground.

"Right, my plan was for us to just move to get a few supplies in the city before making it to the southern route to take us through the south gate to reach the en route to Lindblum... I will summon Camazotz to act as a 'Demon' to flee from that the guards would have to let us through, and from there, we will be dealing with the regent's men, which Monica has authorization to arrange for an air shuttle. From there, are mission is done." Cassius stated as they reached the ground.

In the distance, they could see the city of prepetual night, the city of nobles that had more thieves in poverty than Nobles living there.

[Assistant]
Beneath his Ancient Nun glamour Hitori perked up and his eyes momentarily glimmered, "What do you mean...you saw visions of the Hollow Wizards..." Hitori said in a cautious tone. His Gnarled Crone-like hands gripped around the false necklace he wore like a cornered Animal sheltering its young from attackers. "You just described the False things I saw in my Dream all that time ago. What do you mean they are coming!" Hitori seemed very agitated and his glamour scintillated from this.

Ritsu put his hands on Hitori's Shoulders, "Easy there Grandma Fox, it's just a vision. If we stick to the plan then we shouldn't have to worry about your 'Hollow Wizards' or whatever."

Hitori raised an eyebrow in a harsh Old Woman Scowl and raised an Arthritic Claw to Ritsu, "You don't understand False Monkey, they are not to be Trifled with. If they are coming then we as a whole are in Serious Danger, they crave the Safety of Royal Blood and have no concept of Empathy. These things are the Worst sorts of Perversions to the World...." Hitori pulled back and began to mutter something under his breath about Forests.

Ritsu was uncomfortably confused by this, he leaned in to whisper to Cassius, "I'm not going to say that I'm familiar with Kumiho or that I particularly care for Hitori but...Is he going to be alright?"

[User]
Itzal sighed, putting his hands behind his head as he walked between Cassius and Garnet, he had the same vision as Cassius, but he decided to keep quiet about asking questions about the monsters as Monica had. He knew only one thing, that if they were attacked, he'd have to protect Garnet and Cassius, easy as that. It didn't matter WHAT sort of creature they were, just that he'd take them down. He just didn't like that he was surrounded in a city of nobles... It reminded him of a past that he would love to forget.

He had to admit that it didn't help his nerves with Hitori being incredibly worried about this vision, however.

"I don't think we should worry too much." He said with a sudden confidence, that was very unlike him. "Sir Cassius has devised a plan for this vision not to come to light, we just have to be confident in his abilities. Worrying will only ruin us."

He swallowed slightly, "I... Have confidence in my abilities as well." He said, though that statement was lacking all the confidence his previous statement was embellished with. "We can do this, we can do this..." He muttered under his breath, adjusting the hood of his cloak before fingering over his collar. It wasn't very noticeable, but his tail slightly started frizzing up with agitation as he wondered what sort of powers "Hollow Wizards" could possibly posses.


[System]
Age
27
Race
Redguard
Height
5'11
Eye Color
Right eye green, left eye brown
Main Class
Mage, Schools of Conjuration and Destruction favored, but knows a bit of Alteration.
Secondary Class
Warrior
Weapons
Two highly adorned ebony daggers
Armor
Robes of Major Conjuration
Clothes
Red and black coat lined with fur, black leather gloves that match his stylish boots. He insists on hiding the ugly mage robes.
Shout You Will Learn
Become Ethereal

Biography
Jarett was born to a noble couple in the kingdom of Elinhir in Hammerfell. He was the fourth child and third boy to be born into his family. As a child, Jarett was considered weak and fragile with no future in fighting or wielding a weapon. He was nothing like his older brothers that showed promising signs of being great warriors like his father. Instead, Jarett stayed indoors enjoying the company of his mother, a prominent member of the Blackcaster Mages Guild. He learned from her what he could from her before she passed while giving birth to his sister. After that, his father became distant and cold to everyone in the family except his sister. Jarett saw no reason to continue to stay in a family where he was ignored so he took what he could carry in his back(and quite a bit of coin) and traveled around Hammerfell for a few years where he sought adventure and a purpose. Jarett thought it was the will of his ancestor that led him to Skyrim or maybe it was the need for change. He's not too sure.
Marital Status
Single
Relationships
-working on

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Name
Keldan
Age
75
Race
Altmer
Height
6'4
Eye color
Bright Blue
Main Class
Archer
Secondary Class
Mage (Alteration and Illusion)
Weapons
Ebony Bow, Glass Daggers(2)
Armor
Leather Armor, covered by a dark blue cloak with furs.
Clothes
Has blue a blue blouse, black trousers, and leather boots.
Shout Will Wearn
Marked For Death
Biography
"My father wanted a boy." Keldan always say when people ask why her name sounds fitting for a man. Keldan was born to a noble family back in the Summerset Isles. Although her father wanted a boy, he grew to love and cherish Keldan. She was the only child of the family until she was 25, so she was spoiled with all the gifts her parents could buy her. She was a happy child. At the young age of 27 she joined a passing merchant party to travel around Tamriel and learn more about the world outside of the Isles. Her parents, a bit nervous at first, agreed to her determination to explore and learn.
When she came to Skyrim, at the age of 70, she enlisted in the college of bards in Solitude. She had stayed there for a while now, learning what she can and meeting interesting people that pass through the city.
Marital Status
Single, had a fling with Lisette when she first got to Solitude.
Relationships
Best friends with Lisette and a few more student bards, friends with Corpulus, has a weird relationship with Vittoria Vici, she gets long with Corpulus pretty good and other shop owners. Dislikes most of the people from the Bard's college.

[User]
Keldan had already finished her second cup of wine and was currently drinking the one that had been meant for Valen. "Dear, you don't have to pretend. I'm not naive, but I do believe you were trying to impress me, a little." She could tell she was making Maira just a tad nervous, and Keldan was loving it.

"Alit, you have saved our asses more times than I can count," Jarett said after taking a drink from the Alto wine Keldan had bought them. "I'm totally fine with Maira joining in, but Haskell is right. Just like she can keep us alive she can kill anyone just as quickly." He had seen the Dunmer woman fight when enemies got too close to her, and it wasn't pretty. "I do think you wouldn't steal from people who are so gracefully accepting your help. Unless you are expecting pay, seeing as you are a mercenary after all."

"If you're accepting people, why don't I offer my services too?" Keldan raised an eyebrow at Alit. "Of course, I'll behave and try not to piss off the little kitten you call Valen or anyone else. After all, you'll need a bard that will write down your adventures and spread them when you are either dead or retired." She had nothing left to do in Solitude and she had been looking for some kind of adventure. Joining the group that was looking for one of the most powerful people in Tamriel seemed like a good idea.

"You? You're a bard- wait, nevermind we heard your story too," Jarett looked at Alit. "So? You want the bard in too? She's gonna be a bit of trouble with Valen, but all the help we can get is good for us. We don't know what we're facing out there."

[Assistant]
Valen sat on a ledge just out side the Flecher's he held the new arrows he just had purchased thinking over the what the man had told him "These were just shipped from Black Marsh coated in some rare poison out there...i have ten in stock". Valen flipped the arrow between his fingers he had half the mind to try these out on that blasted Altmer the thought of her writhing in pain as she slowly died was strangely soothing.

He wondered if she and the Orc would be joining their group while Maria most likely wanted in the Altmer seemed a mystery. His animosity for her was clear but it wouldn't be the first time the group put him in a bad position. "It's what families do....is in't it Father" Valen called out to the looming sky. Valen slipped the arrow into his Quiver before opening his Pendent he rubbed the painting softly
"You are forever with me my Riel...be my strength as i am weak. Be my guide as i am lost, Be my heart as i am cold" he said quietly.

A moment passed Valen had decided " I am dedicated to my compainions, My new family i will do what i must for the Compainions" he cheered. Valen stood up and dropped of the ledge land safely on the street below people looked on. "walking is for nords" he said with a shrug as he jogged back to the Inn I won't let my feelings get in the way of my family Altmer be damned he thought.

[User]
"I'll be the smartest decision you'll ever make." nodding confidently at the dunmer, having full hope that they're ready to seal the deal with her. Finally, things are looking up, though it won't be completely guaranteed, having some company around her would provide refuge from Maven's dirty surprises.

Maira clears her throat at the nord's comment. Of course the armor was a dead give away, guess its not much of a secret to hide anymore. "Oh, You don't have to worry about that. Technically, I'm on vacation." she gave him a reassuring nod "I dont do any of that unless it's solely for business."

Maira was quite surprised that Keldan too, would like to come along. The orc could tell things would either get complicated or interesting when decides to, adding the strain between her and Velan. Either way she definitely looks forward to her company. "Wonderful! The more the merrier I guess."

[Assistant]
"Someone's appreciative of my healing!" Alit clapped.

She took her time considering the bard's offer, which in all actuality didn't take much time at all. She looked pleased, if her grin was anything to go by. "So, not one, but two new people joining in?" Alit hopped off the barstool, "Well! Maira, Keldan, I formally welcome you two into the team. Hopefully no one will have a problem with this." That meant they had a good number of people on the front lines as well as the back-- way better than what they started with. For the moment, she was thinking that everything that even thought about getting in their way was as good as dead.

[User]
"You know you're my favorite healer, Alit." Jarett grinned at her, pushing a glass of water towards her. "Well, how about we toast? For our new members and actually getting something from this damn trip we took?" The carriage trip from Whiterun to Solitude had paid off with two new members. He turned to Zazar and handed the Argonian a drink. "Join us!"

"I'm all up celebrating," Keldan retook her glass. She was glad Alit had accepted her in this adventure. She was a bit rusty in combat, and she had recently learned some spells she was dying to try out and mess with some people. Maybe she could ask Maira to train with her. "I just hope your little friend isn't too much of a problem."

"We'll talk to him," Jarett glanced to Alit and Haskell. They knew Velan didn't do well around Altmer, but Keldan said she was willing to behave. He hoped she was telling the truth. He didn't want any trouble within the group. "I'll come up with team-building exercises that we can all practice." He said, half-jokingly. If there was going to be bad blood between the Altmer and the Bosmer, they would have to get past it and work together. Only time would tell.

"So, what's your plan?" Keldan raised an eyebrow at Alit.

[Assistant]
Valen opened the door to the Tavern in dramatic fashion he was silent for a moment he glared at Keldan but for a moment he saw Maria's hand holding her. love well lust at the very lest....who am i to stand in it's way he thought. For now he would bite his tongue and try to make this work he could tell by the drinks that their group had grown by two members.

Valen walked over to the bar he had a large smile on his face "so Alit, Jarett i see you both wasted no time replacing me" he said jokingly. "Who am i kidding without me to guide you in the wilderness something terrible might happen Jarett could break a nail" Valen chuckled heavily. Valen took his seat next to jarett he looke over to Keldan "if i might ask can you pass me a mug i'd like to get onther drink in me" he said in the nicest tone he could muster in a pseudo peace offering.

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Alit readily accepted the water, glancing over at Valen as he returned with a very different tone. Come on. Keeping two archers around was a good thing. "True." she sipped the non-alcoholic drink, glad to have something after a long trip.

"Someone has to keep her from leading everyone into some plane of Oblivion," Haskell commented.

"Anyway," Alit set down the now-empty glass, "Before we can decide on a plan, we need to talk about our strengths and weaknesses in battle. I know Haskell can stay up front, he's got the heavy armor." She eyed the others, having a basic understanding of their abilities, but before now, it was mostly the Nord she fought with. "Valen, Keldan- What range are you two most comfortable with?"

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Valen chuckled a bit "Dun Riel are you sure your not a bit tipsy this isn't our first adventure...to be fair i was a lot quieter when i first joined". he said to Alit he was kinda taken a back he had forgotten how distant and reclusive he had once been most of his "Family" barely even knew anything about him this adventure would change that.

"As a refresher i am an Acrobatic Master of the bow i could kill most any body almost any range and if i were to run out of arrows.
I am just as deadly with my blades" he said as he unsheathed his ornate twin short swords. "though however i want to leave the killing part mostly to the rest of you...i am a strict follower of the Green pact which makes me exclusively a carnivore I can't waste meat i have to eat anything i kill ANYTHING." Valen told the group with emphasis on the last part.

Some uncomfortably reared it's head back in Valen's mind most non Bosmer and Bosmer who leave his homeland are discusted by such practices but Valen would not turn his back on his culture. Even if it was seen as Taboo.

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"Why, it would be an honor." Maira made a bowing gesture, and is just glad enough to finally be part of the group Thank the divines! This indeed deserves another drink, and she took another one, light weightiness not whit standing.

Maira isnt worried about breaking her proposals on the table, but the inconvenience caused by her betrayal of Maven. Would be embarrassing if some thugs, or an assassin would divert them on the road while they travel, she would just have to do her best to keep this a secret if they intend on keeping her around. Few moments later Velan was back, catching him glaring at their direction but his demeanour changed after. She had to admit, she likes this version of him better.

The orc was not totally appalled by his odd revelation however, she was familiar on that aspect of their culture from at least from one particular Bosmer. "So" she asked Velan, leaning on her elbows, almost pressing herself on Keldan "Can you really differentiate the taste from man and mer?" the question intended no offense on the bosmer, but rather out of sheer curiosity. "Niruin always said orcs tasted a little gamey"

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Keldan glanced over to Velan as the Mer walked over and asked her to pass her a drink. She downed the third glass of wine she already had on her hand before handing him a newly filled glass. "I hope to see this side of you more often, dear, I don't want to cause our leader any more trouble." She winked at him as he took the glass and she settled back with her side pressed against Maira.

"I'm comfortable with any range really. I tend to run around the battlefield as I fire my arrow. If anyone gets to close to me I'll simply paralyze them or mess with their mind. I know how to use Illusion and Alteration magic." She shrugged a shoulder as she watch Corpulus fill another drink.

"Green Pact, I do remember you mentioning it," Jarett said looking at a now calm Valen. He was curious as to what an orc tasted like, not that he would ever resort to cannibalism. He was just curious. "Do you add spices too? I can recommend a few spices from Hamerfell."

Disgusting. Keldan thought at the mention of the Green Pact. She wasn't surprised. Many Mer where people of tradition, which is a reason she had left home and why she tended to stay away from overly traditional Mers. She didn't say anything though, she didn't want to offend the sensitive Bosmer.

(Sorry for any mistakes, typed this on my phone.)


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Age: 23
Height: 5 ft 5
Weight: 150 lbs.
Allegiance: 'Hope'
Distinguishing Traits: Iris has a scar on her left hand, located on the wrist which was gained a few years back. No other scars but due to her pale skin Iris tends to bruise easily. Personality wise she is quite head strong, stubborn and isn't afraid to voice her opinion. Although she has light blue eyes in contrast to her fair skin in certain lights her eyes can be mistaken for grey.

Short Bio: Growing up in Aspiria sounded wonderful and it was if you were on the upper side. Iris however had grown up with her father on the rougher side, the commoner side of the city where you lived within your means. If you couldn't afford dinner well you wouldn't have dinner, it was as simple as that. It didn't really matter to her though because she had a loving family, her father worked hard day in and out and her mother kept the house maintained and food in their stomachs and it worked for them.
It all had changed when her mother fell ill and sadly passed away not long after. She had outright refused to use their money on medicine that would help her, and she was a stubborn woman a trait Iris had inherited. That death however sparked a rebellion, it fuelled her father's courage who gathered as many men, women and even teens that was willing to fight. He called it hope, hope for those wanting that better life.

Years had passed with many strikes; fights and a war had started between the two. Neither side wanted to relent, and her father Regis was focused on bringing down the hierarchy. His intentions had been pure at the start but since he was considered the leader of this rebellion, he had become accustomed to the ease of everything. Food on the table, weapons and money all donated to this cause and it fed his greed. He hungered for more, but no one knew that side. Not yet.

Now he had raised his daughter following his beliefs, ensuring that she bore just as much hatred for the higher ups as he did. He constantly twisted and manipulated her mind making her mother a martyr, ensuring that she believed it was their fault and that they had killed her mother and as Iris knew nothing else, she was left to believe such stories. Now being a young adult, she had trained herself to fight in this war, she could use a gun if needed but she much preferred being stealthy favouring a dagger. Using her size to her advantage and her skills in stealth she often gained information as leverage, but she had yet to kill someone, she had yet to have blood on her hands.

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"I don't care about that," Caspian shook his head as he ushered Iris insistently with him to the back of the safe house. Being king over Aspiria was complicated enough by itself. At least with Iris, he was happy. He'd been slaving and sacrificing ever since he'd been crowned after his father, so even though he knew there were going to be repercussions if word got out that he was in love with a rebel from the Scourge, he was willing to put himself through the challenges if it meant he could have her back in his life.

Leading her back to the room that had become his most recent home, he closed the door behind them for privacy and let go of her hand. The space itself was small, like the rest of the bunker, with only a bed and an armchair by way of furniture. It was good enough for a conversation spot though, so he planted himself on the edge of the bed and patted the mattress in gesture for her to join him, raising his brow when she told him she was going to need him to make her a promise.

"Anything," he said on reflex, still too caught up in the emotions of their reunion to consider what she might be asking of him. As far as he was concerned, Iris could ask him to make her queen tomorrow, and he would do it without a second thought. Admittedly, it wasn't the best headspace to be in when committing to anything, but he couldn't help it. He'd spent the last month convinced she was dead. Seeing her in front of him now, alive and well enough to hunt him down all on her own in the capital, all he cared about was making sure he didn't lose her again.

"I just want to know what happened," he insisted. "I saw Ethan… in the attic…" He swallowed hard. Even though a month had passed, and Iris clearly wasn't dead, his throat still got tight when he thought about that live feed, so he shook his head again and breathed: "How are you still here?"

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Knowing that even with the repercussions he would face just having her back in his life didn't seem to faze him made her feel a bit more at ease following him back to his room. As he let go of her hand, she missed the warmth, missed the feeling of having him close and without holding his hand she found herself fidgeting as she stood. Fingers fumbling with the end of her sleeves, a hesitance to join him on the bed because she was about to tell him the whole story. After telling him everything he may very well hate her, he may decide that in the end she was not worth any kind of hassle.

Hearing him agree to the promise she let out a shaky breath before joining him on the bed. Wincing at the mention of Ethan she could hear the pain in his voice, he had to have been distraught seeing a scene like that. Seeing her like that. Biting the bottom of her lip she reached out instinctively grabbed his hands in both of hers gently, hoping the touch alone would remind him that she was physically here alive and well. "I understand if after this you hate me, if you even hate Jacob, but I need you to promise me you won't fire him. He's a decent man, he cares about your safety and would never let anything harm you. I don't want what has happened to jeopardise your safety."

Squeezing his hands gently as she took a deep breath readying herself to explain everything, "That note I left you in the hotel was cowardly, but... I didn't want to leave you. E-Ethan. Blackmailed me. Promised me he'd end the rebellion and his obsession with trying to kill you if I returned to the districts." Glancing down at her hands that where holding his she wasn't sure if she could look at him, she didn't want to see the hate or disappointment in his eyes. "I was stupid enough to believe it. I didn't want you to worry about me, I didn't want your reputation to be brought into question because of me. I was an idiot to even believe for one second, he'd let things drop if I returned."

Trying to explain parts of why she did it, so he could understand her thought process, but the guilt was evident in her voice because she knew she would have hurt him. "Jacob followed you when you came to visit me in me the hotel. I answered thinking you had forgotten something, but there he was. Our secret out and he knew you'd been lying to protect me. I'm not sure what he would have done, or what could have happened, but I said I wanted to go back to the districts. Jacob agreed to take me back, he believed it would be best for you. To not have someone like me bringing you down, he didn't know about the blackmail... maybe I should have told him then? Maybe it wouldn't have ended up like this. I wasn't thinking straight as all I cared about was protecting you." Reaching up Iris gently caressed his cheek with her hand, blinking back the tears in her eyes because she knew that she had still be a cause for his pain regardless of how everything had panned out.

"I..." Swallowing hard Iris felt the tightness in her throat, the hesitation to talk about what happened next. In truth she couldn't remember everything fully, there had been a lot of pain, things that may not have even happened. "What happened next... well." Cringing because she wasn't even sure she could put it into words, "I... I should have died. I felt it. I... I." Iris could feel her voice cracking as she hung her head in shame, no longer able to hold back her tears as the emotions started to boil over.

"All I could think of in that moment was that I let you down, that I was so powerless to help you with anything. That all I had done to you was cause pain."

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Through his own excitement, Caspian could see hints that Iris wasn't as elated about their reunion as he was. It was strange, but she looked almost… nervous to be with him again. The restlessness of her fingers and the quaver in her breath seemed uneasy. He wasn't sure why that would be. After everything they'd been through, he would have thought she'd be happy they were together again, and she had seemed that way just a few minutes ago. He watched her with a confused frown as she hesitantly joined him on the edge of the bed. He was the one who'd asked her to fill him in on everything that had happened since the day he'd seen her with Ethan, but with the way she was acting now, he was starting to wonder if he was going to like hearing what she had to say.

Still, the touch of her hands against his was a soothing balm against rising nerves. He turned his palms over into hers, reveling in her warmth—further solidifying the fact that she was really there with him again. For a moment, he sat in that relief, and then knitted his brows when Iris began to speak and mentioned a name he hadn't expected. "Jacob?" He looked up from their intwined hands to her face. Parting his lips, he almost asked her what his guard had to do with anything, but he stopped himself. By the look on Iris's face, he could tell she wanted to tell him everything, so there was no reason to spring ahead.

Forcing himself to hold onto his questions for now, he let out a sigh and nodded. "Fine… I promise."

It was difficult to listen without interrupting, but Cas did his best as she began to tell him everything, beginning with the note she'd left for him the day she'd gone missing from the hotel. His throat tightened at the mention of it, old emotions resurfacing as he pictured her handwriting in his mind. Back then, he'd thought she had left him of her own volition, and even though it hadn't been as painful as believing he'd just watched her die on a screen, it had still hurt. He'd wondered about it ever since, so when she told him Ethan had blackmailed her, his eyes widened slightly in surprise.

The detail slotted a lot of things into place. Now he knew how her ex had gotten ahold of her and why she'd left him so abruptly. It hadn't been her choice after all—at least, not fully. He felt a mixture of relief and sadness at that. On one hand, it was good to feel certain that he hadn't done anything to drive her away. But on the other hand… everything about what Ethan had done was despicable.

He was equally surprised to learn the role his security head had played in her disappearance. Even though he'd just promised Iris not to fire Jacob, he felt anger whip through him at the discovery that the other man had known where she was—had helped deliver her to Ethan on a silver platter—and had kept it from him all this time. "He should have told me," he shook his head, folding his arms stiffly over his chest. "If I'd known, I could have done something to help you, Iris. You didn't have to go back to him—" Pausing, he took a breath. As frustrated as he was, there was nothing helpful about getting mad at the past. She was here now. That was all that mattered, he reminded himself.

Instead, as her voice broke, and she lowered her head, Cas leaned over to draw her into his arms again, hugging her tightly to his chest. "It's not your fault," he murmured. "And even if you disagree with me, I don't care. I meant it when I said I'm glad you're here now, so whatever happened before this… It's behind us." Closing his eyes, he let out his breath softly and pressed a hand to the back of her head. "I never stopped loving you, even when you disappeared, but do you… still feel the same about me?"

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"Cas, he didn't know, he just thought I was willing to go back to the districts as I didn't think I was good enough for you." Iris tried to reason with him, who knew how it would have played out had she told the security guard about her blackmail but ultimately, he was looking out for Cas in other ways even if Cas couldn't see it. "I was foolish. I thought if I did. If I went back to him, I'd be protecting you." Muffling out her response into his chest as she wrapped her arms around him unable to hold herself back from physical contact with him. It was comforting to be in his arms once more and even more so knowing he didn't seem to hate her right now.

"Cas... I love you. I've never stopped loving you." Love had made her do so many reckless things, think so many insecure thoughts because she thought he deserved better. Her feelings had not changed about him and seeing him with another woman or even entertain it had made her feel jealous and she knew her heart still belonged to him.

"Jacob saved my life again Cas, he didn't even know if I'd make it. Recovering took a long time, he brought me back to his condo and we both. No, I thought it was best you move on from me." Iris sighed softly knowing it wasn't something he likely wanted to hear, but as much as Jacob believed they shouldn't be together, she had also agreed to it herself so she couldn't put the blame entirely on the security guard as it wouldn't be fair. "I know you say it doesn't matter, that you don't care, but I wanted you to have the best chance at being a King without constantly fighting those who disapproved of me. I wanted you to be free to be the King, I believed you could be." Her own happiness hadn't mattered when she thought it was in his best interest. "I honestly believed that me not being there would be better for you. I only cared about you."

Iris hoped he would understand her reasoning, that she believed it would be his best chance to not have her around. "I watched the event you held; you looked stunning in that suit. Then I can only assume the rebels again? I made up my mind then to search for answers. To come talk to you and apologise and hopefully give you something to help bring them down after everything I had done to you." Her voice was so sincere as she tried to explain everything to him, so he knew the full truth and there'd be no more lies or secrets between them.

"I understand if you don't forgive me, but I had to tell you truth about everything." Iris tried to smile at him, tears threatening to spill once again because she was still emotional seeing him after all this time. Her feelings hadn't changed, she'd never stopped caring about him and even though her actions where quite strong she had meant them out of love for him, wanting him to have better. To do better.

"Cas, I love you. Nothing will ever change that."


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"One day I will return to the sea."

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Race: Mermaid changed into a human
Apparent Age: Late teens, early twenties
Actual Age: 100

Appearance: Mira was and still is a young woman of traditional beauty. She has rosy skin with a scattering of freckles across the center of her face. High cheekbones and a finely shaped nose and lips along with long flowing hair. Deep and striking eyes which seem to shift between green and blue never truly settling for either. She is petite and has a womanly figure.

Profession: Pearl Diver

Possessions:
* A small silver knife, made to open oysters and other kinds of shellfish.
* A silver comb of fine craftsmanship, decorated with swirling vines and flowers.

Skills/Magic/Talents:

-Longevity: Mermaids can't die from old age and despite being changed into a human many years ago Mira retained her longevity.

-Swimming: Mira is a great swimmer, a remnant of her life spent in the ocean. Shortly after she became human she discovered her natural talent for swimming and diving. When searching for oysters she can hold her breath for multiple minutes using special techniques while also being able to withstand the low temperatures of the sea water.

-Singing: Another echo of her past life. Mira has a beautiful singing voice which she rarely uses. Only while she's working she'll sing to herself. The songs are often incredibly sad and filled with melancholy. There is something otherworldly about her voice that draws people in. If she wanted to she could probably provide for herself as a singer and make a decent living.

Demeanor: Mira is a very kind and gentle soul that wishes no harm to anyone, but there is a wistful sadness to her that often makes her seek out solitude. She's been hurt deeply and hasn't allowed herself to be very happy for much of her human life. She has a childlike curiosity about her which always makes her want to learn new things, yet there is a wisdom in her words of a life lived. A human life that is. She often speaks of things a seemingly young girl like herself couldn't possibly have any idea about.
She finds comfort in her work as a pearl diver and enjoys the quiet life in the coastal town she currently resides in.

History:
Mira's life as a mermaid is a distant memory, a past life. Her new life began when she became human. Of this life she remembers everything very clearly and its these memories that she returns to every time. She is a woman of the past, who longs for what was. The reason she wanted to become human was to be with a human. It was love at first sight and it filled her heart with joy.
But life as she had imagined it turned out very different to what she'd expected. She had been very young and naïve and as a result she lived with regret for many years. She currently resides in a small town near the coast trying to live her life in peace, struggling with her past and a longing for a life she's all but forgotten.

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Dune

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The Old Tongue (It isn't fully completed so some words here that aren't on there will be Irish)

 People turned the other way upon his arrival. Walked away. Lowered their heads. Found some kind of way to hide themselves. It could've been the way he dressed. His previous profession. His origin. But no, it was the pitiful Human cliché - he was an outsider. So as he walked through those hay-strewn streets, all eyes were averted from him and all people cleared the way for him. Just not in the way he wanted. And just like every day, he strolled into the nearest tavern to order an ale, in the hopes that following Human ways might just mean he was able to drink away his sorrows.

 And he'd have a lot of sorrows to drink away - there was a different man there. Not the usual man that spend a good while trying to figure out where Dune was pointing, no. It was an entirely different one. He was confused by this - couldn't Hindwalkers (humans) keep their Rank as well as Shifters? Everyone in Summit Pack had kept their Rank - even him as the Alpha-to-be. He sighed and sat down (triggering the person next to him to stand up) and waited to be served.

 The man came along, speaking some jibberish Dune couldn't understand - probably English, or any of the other Hindwalker languages. He tried to remember how to say the beverage in English, which ended in him stammering and the man serving him giving him a confused look. With a sigh, he spoke in his own language, maybe others knew the Old Tongue?

 "Leann."

 With that the man simply carried on staring. Dune rolled his eyes and cleared his throat.

 "P-Po... Pota... Po-"

 The man then went on rambling again, cutting Dune off and walking away. This action quite confused the Shifter. Did the Hindwalker give up? Did he understand Dune? He decided to sit there and wait a little longer.

 Eventually the Hindwalker returned with a wooden mug full of leann, which the man proceeded to teach Dune was called 'porter'. Dune wrote this down in his journal before drinking the contents and setting the mug on the table. He wrote on a piece of paper "Dune na dra oa reu.", before placing it on the table and walking out.

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Anya strode through the streets, practically skipping, humming happily. She preferred this time of day to any other, the sun, while it didn't harm her in the least, annoyed her to no end. It was always too hot despite how she dressed.

She felt hungry, so she decided to stop and get a...bite..to eat, she thought to herself giggling. A farmer happend to be making his way down the streets passing an alleyway. The perfect target, Anya thought to herself. She sped up her pace, barely making a sound until she was upon him. She lept, tackling him down, covering his mouth, and slitting his throat all in one fell motion. She was extra careful not to spill any blood on herself, she drank from the wound until she was satisfied and drug the corpse further into the alley.

They'd find it come morning, possibly. No trace of Anya though, of course, there was rarely if ever a trace of her unless she wanted it to be. Calmly coming out of the alley she resumed her pace and humming of her happy song.

Multiple people entered and exited the tavern, it was always such a busy place, though she noticed multiple un-familiar faces. The oyster lady, as she called her never really caring to know or ask her name walked out of the tavern. Damn. She missed her. She liked oysters, esepcially after a..drink.

Maybe, just maybe she'd have one or two left. Shortly after she reached the outer area of the tavern another man exited, he seemed creepy, and not in the type of creepy way Anya tended to like. Legitamately straight up creepy like simply being around him would kill you. Anya was intrigued.

She followed the man following the oyster lady, no one was gunna hurt her favorite secondary source of food if she could help it. She followed as silently as possble, which was pretty damn silent, she'd mastered that talent over the years. And her small height of 5'4 only helped her retain silence.

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Sometimes dreams are just dreams, other times they are the very last vestiges of your past - oftentimes facts of your past are mixed with the strangeness of dreams. You can never be quite sure which is which when you are dreaming and when you finally are back in the waking world you may be more confused than anything. Ramia was now rather confused. Her workshop was a mess from her working to the earliest hours of dawn before falling asleep mid tinkering. She brushed her black, now quite messy hair away from her eyes and stared at the ceiling while slowly gathering her thoughts.

Even her dreams were getting hazier now - not that it bothered her at the very moment, since that was just what those had been, dreams. Ramia pushed the thoughts of her strange dreams away and began preparing a meal of bread and watered down wine while lighting up her forge - signaling the rest of the town that she was back in business again.

[Assistant]
The Lady Amalthea stood at the edge of her overlook, thin fingers curling against the rough cold stone as she watched the sea. The sun was now setting, hanging heavy along the horizon; casting fiery rays of light over the dark waters and igniting the cresting foam of the waves. This is where she stood most days, saying nothing, moving not; just watching as if she was trying to remember something that had long since been forgotten.

 "You grow more forgetful each day," a deep raspy voice crawled in from behind her. Her head quickly turned as if she was startled as her hand came to her breast, pressing against the sudden rush that had broken her vigil.

 "M'Lord," she half stammered as she looked to the King. Hagard was an old man with worn harsh features; as rough and unpolished as the stone walls of his chiseled home.

 "I did not mean to startle you," he said as he stepped closer and brushed back the long snowy tendrils that had fallen over her shoulder. She nodded and turned back to the sea. He watched her, as he always did, marveling not at what she appeared to be but what she was beneath the façade of humanity. "You brought back with you guests this evening."

 "I did?" she questioned as she watched the waves crash below.

 "They will not take you from me," he warned as his eyes burned with jealously that another was within his walls, able to see her.

 "I do not understand what you mean M'Lord," the Lady Amalthea said confused. King Hagard grabbed her slender and bare shoulders, gripping tightly as he spun her to face him.

 "You are mine, if you remember one thing, you will remember that," he hissed from behind clenched and crooked teeth. The Lady Amaltheas eyes widened as she reeled back and twisted from his grip. A long scraggly finger pointed to her as it shook. "You may have forgotten what you are but I have not. I'll toss you to the sea myself before I let any take you from me!"

 "You're mad," she whined in a frightened voice before pushing past him, gathering the folds of her silken gown and running through her room and back into the heart of the castle.

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Amon having walked into the Kitchen with Molly and fletcher kept his sword trained on the thief, he didn't like how at ease he seemed. His comments clearly designed to unnerve or impress only made Amon all the more wary. Amon contemplated using his powers, if he chose he could utterly shut down Fletcher's nervous system, he could shut off the nerves in his legs at any rate, but if he did it would be rather obvious what had happened, and he still didn't know how magic was regarded by the present company.

Ahh well he thought, if push comes to shove. Amon positioned himself so that he was between Molly and Fletcher, he reached down with his free hand and clasped the case of his scrying glass. It was warm in his palm so he kept his sword ready.

He looked at the thief 'So' he began 'you are going to tell me why you are here, you're going to tell me now and you're going to tell me everything.' He paused for a moment before continuing 'See unlike Ser Carver here who is honour bound by chivalry, I am not. Do you know, what happens to a man who breaks into the house of a lord where I am from? We round up his family and he is forced to choose one of them, that individual is then killed in front of the thief. Following that we chop off the thief's hands and feet and then he is cast out in the desert. Personally I find all that to be rather melodramatic but I can't deny its effectiveness. Perhaps the lord would adopt such a punishment? What I can say is that unless you answer my questions things aren't going to be very pleasant for you.' Amon smiled at this point before adding 'Or we can act like adults, you tell me what I want to know, I talk to the Lord on your behalf and maybe you just get thrown in a cell for a very long time. Surely that's better than ending up dead hmm?'

[Assistant]
The evening at the tavern had been well spent, despite her earlier reluctance. Nearly her entire basket had been emptied, save a lonely pair of oysters. It had been a full one at that too, the sea had been very generous in the morning. Her hand went to the pouch at her side to make sure it and its contents were still there. It was rather heavy and Mira realized walking alone on the near empty streets with such a large sum of money wasn't very clever. The village was small and there were no active thieves she knew of but the house where she stayed was at the edge of the village, near the coast. Normally she would not be bothered by this but she had this strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. Something was not right there was a chill in the air.

She wanted to avoid standing still for too long and draw attention to herself so she continued on her way with a wary eye on her surroundings. Every step followed the previous one in a faster pace and the young woman nervously tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. It was if someone was following her. If she was right they were fell into step with her own footsteps perfectly. In a moment she would reach the village square and she planned to stop there to see who was after her.

Mira safely reached the village square and made her way over to the water fountain which stood at the centre of the square. It was made out of white marble with the statue of a mermaid in the center of it. Her tail was wrapped around the rock she was seated on and in her arms she held a clay jar from which the water was supposed to flow. The fountain had been out of use for a long time now and any water that it contained came from the clouds above. It was battered by wind and rain, the once white marble had dulled into a greyish green tone but despite of that it was one of the more beautiful sights in the dreary town. It always filled her with a sense of peace for some reason, but not tonight.

She reached for the small silver knife in her basket, holding it tightly to keep her hand from shaking. The young woman whipped her head around, the motion causing her braid to fall of her shoulder and hang down her back.
"Who's there?" She asked, her voice quivering ever so slightly. Mira tried not to let her fear sound through. She was not easily scared, having lived longer than most. Yet it was this feeling in the pit of her stomach that unnerved her greatly. It was something she couldn't remember feeling before, if she'd ever felt it at all.


[System]
"Oh, I didn't see you there, did you need help with something?"
Apparent Age: Young Adult

Gender: Female

Nation: Rausten

Class: Cleric

Weapon Mastery: D

Level: 5

Background: Titania grew up in the Theocracy of Rausten and was unsurprisingly brought in as a faithful at a young age. Her parents were well known and quite respectable, her mother a Bishop and her father a paladin. Titania found herself taking after the latter more than the former with an appreciation for the more physical side of life, but continued her faithful training anyway; as she did love her parents rather dearly and respected their wishes.

Thus she continued her training, though she spent plenty of time riding horses with her dad and playing in the forests that were abundant in Rausten. This behavior was somewhat confusing to some of her more paper-focused fellow faithfuls, but she wasn't about to let that stop her from enjoying her personal time. Even if she did sometimes blur the line between 'personal time' and 'school time'. However she still couldn't wait until she could go on a pilgrimage and see more of the world. Titania had already spent plenty of time reading about other places and was excited to see them. Staying in the same city studying was a little too stuffy for her.

When she was finally old enough Titania left right away through Jehanna, not bringing her horse on account of the sand they would have to travel through. Once in Jehanna of course, the mercenary band she had traveled with to get there was subsequently ditched, and Titania spent some time there on her own. She spent a bit of time working there with various guild and grew in experience and distaste for the area. She grew accustomed to wearing darker clothing as the white robes typical of healers simply marked you as a target.

Eventually she caught wind of what was coming to Grado and left to try to warn them and help however she could. Whether or not she would be able to help is yet to be seen...

Plot-Susceptive: Yes

Equipment and Items:
-Heal
-Mend

Personality: Titania, while having been born at a relatively high station and aware of her importance isn't one to flaunt it, but prefers a certain amount of respect given to her. That said she believes her job as a Cleric, and a traveling one at that, is to help people however possible, whenever possible. She's a quite smart on account of her schooling and used to using her intellect to deal with problems foremost, though she's certainly not above using her fists if the situation demands. A bit headstrong, Titania is very confident in herself, to the point of defying those with more authority if she thinks herself in the right.

Ability Assessment: Titania's magic is somewhat lower than average and she's not the most skillful person, but she is tough. Clerics naturally tend to have high resistance and Titania is no exception, but she is also surprisingly rugged in terms of HP and Defense as well. Titania believes that the job of a healer is to protect in whatever way they can, even if it means taking a hit for someone else.
+Hit Points
+Defense
-Skill
-Magic

Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other:
-Puts her own safety last.
-Loves animals.
-Can't stand selfish people.
-Tends to break stuff she uses, a very embarrassing trait.
-Is a sucker for a sob story.
-Is a bit possessive.
-Has never been sick.
-Has always wanted to fly.

R-button Summarization: A tough healer from Rausten, she forges her own path to help as many people as she can.

Level Up Quotes
0-1 Points: "Hm, do I need to hit the books?"
2-3 Points: "Making progress."
4-5 Points: "See, travelling does make you stronger."
6+ Points: "I'll save everyone!"
Capped Stats: "Can't I be more helpful than this?"
Capped Stats: "Never thought I'd cap out this soon..."
Changed Class: "Huh, I think I read about this once..."

On Critical Strike/Skill Activation
"You won't hurt anyone else!"
"A healer never forgets!"
"Don't underestimate me!"
Jo ke: "I'm a healer but..."

[User]
Voss

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The last few days had been far too energetic for Voss' personal taste, if anyone had ever bothered to ask his opinion on the matter. Between the mercenaries finally declaring open war, which the Shaman had little time to point out he had been claiming would happen for quite some time now, and proceeding to attempt to slow down their assaults towards the capitol, Voss had been a busy man. Add in being tasked with securing and keeping an eye on Romilda's cell once he had arrived, he had no time to be in the throne room. As of right now though, he was retreating from the walls on orders to reinforce said throne room. The word of Commander Ansovald's betrayal had reached surviving forces within the castle, and Voss knew full well that Romilda would be a target. It was at that point he had excused himself, much to the annoyance of the few others still there, and departed for the cells. "This is why you do not trust a mercenary. They are bandits under official sponsorship..."

To be fair, Voss wasn't fond of any sort of physical altercations, but that came with the territory of being a Shaman in the field of war as much as it was personal choice. Regardless, he had little trouble locating the path some of the invaders had taken. First of all, it wasn't the fact there was bodies or trouble, rather, it was the complete lack of such. There was a suspicious lack of any sort of trouble or even troop movement, and considering that one fool priest who had been trying to 'save' Romilda, there would be at least some signs of movement or activity. Yet, nothing, and Voss silently sighed, preparing his Flux tome as he strode forward. Fortune willing, the intruders in question would either be distracted or few in number. But, an obligation was an obligation, and from what he understood, no one deserved to fall into the hands of Jehanna. Take into account what Romilda had been studying, and employing as well, and he understood more older heads concern over her capture.

Voss found himself approaching an open doorway, knowing full well the unknown waiting for him outside the jail cells. Pausing briefly out of sight, he inhaled and exhaled, steeling himself. There was a great deal to do, and not a great deal of time to do it in, and from the sounds of it, someone was trying a brute force approach to the cell. Now that was just rude, and he needed to step in. Wearing a calm, focused expression, Voss turned the corner and entered the hallway with the holding cells. Sure enough, there was a handful of hostile members of some mercenary guild or another. A handful of dead men of Grado, including that Priest he had mused on earlier, lay dead as well. Narrowing his eyes briefly, he settled his gaze on the man hammering away at the cell door to Romilda. "That will be quite enough of that!"

Voss had raised his voice, letting it carry, standing squarely in the entryway that the Jehannan forces had used to enter not too long ago. The Shaman knew full well he had to act, but he scanned the situation as his comment would no doubt garner attention from the sellswords. Firstly, the thief laying all but comatose on the ground had discovered, the hard way, the cell door was protected. Good, it was always pleasing to see a plan come together. There were men moving away from him, perhaps intercepting other forces, perhaps securing the hallway, but it gave him some room to work. The leader, a spare soldier, and the cursed thief were equally close. "It never ceases to amaze me how ignorant some of you are. A man attempts to open a door he is not welcome to, and has his will stripped from him. Yet, you go hammering away like a mindless beast, and making a gods awful amount of noise at that."

The Grado Shaman stood ready, there was a fair bit of distance, more than he could readily cast from, but it gave him time to gauge how the enemies would react. He only had his own natural senses to rely on right now, unaware of the stones that let the approaching party see his arrival onto the field, as it were. His awareness of them as of yet was also unlikely, as his attention was on the immediate threat and task. As for right now, he had to gauge how the opponent was going to react to his arrival and act accordingly from there. After all, they obviously couldn't flee through the throne room and their other exit was now blocked. Time to see what these cornered rats would do now, Voss mused, watching them closely with Flux at the ready. He was going to save Nosferatu for when he really needed it, which might be sooner than he would like depending on how badly rushed he might get.

[Assistant]
Isolde

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The soldier didn't stand a chance against the Wyvern and his rider, being dealt with swiftly and suddenly while the others took care of the other two. The large Wyvern paused only a second before roaring loudly, stomping his feet irritably as Isolde turned to face the long hallway towards the cells. Marwood said something about sticking together, which was certainly necessary...but they also needed to hurry and escape before the Jehannan forces stormed the palace. Time was of the essence, right? So they had to move swiftly.

Also Kergin really didn't wanna play bodyguard.

"Ack!" The Wyvern turned down the hallway, shaking his body and giving his wings a mighty flap in an attempt to seemingly intimidate the enemy forces. "Sorry! Kergin says we should move faster! Also he's hungry and these guys look tasty!" She shouted back towards the others as the Wyvern growled, stomping down the hallway towards their next target, picking up speed to a run in the process. Mercenary and fighter. Kergin might have been a brute, but they both knew how to fight - picking a fight with a swordsman wouldn't be a good idea - so they settled for their next target. The axe guy in the back.

Kergin barreled past the Mercenary, hopefully smoothly moving past him. Opening his toothy maw wide as he made a beeline for the axe wielding fighter. Isolde readied her Halberd to strike or defend herself and Kergin if needed.

[User] Too slow. Too slow again. Fuck. Even though she had moved as fast as she could and tried to use her more powerful stave it still hadn't been enough. Titania glared at the corpses responsible. At least they had paid for what they had done. Now, they needed to keep moving and get out of here as fast as possible. "I'm fine." Titania said curtly, "Let's keep going." With that Titania was ready to follow after the next person that moved forward. Isolode had swept past the next enemy on her Wyvern, but Titania was not so similarly graced, and would wait to support whoever moved to engage him. In particular she would make sure Reina was kept safe as Marwood had pointed out, but she didn't plan on letting anyone else die.


[System]
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Age:
17
Gender:
Female
Race:
Human/Amazon
Alignment:
Hero
Mentors:
Artemis, Wonder Woman
Skills/Meta Abilities:
Amazonian Physiology: A descendant of Zeus and recepient of his blessing, Cassie has a physiology similar to the Amazonians of Themysicra. This gives her strength, speed, reflexes, and durability magnitudes greater than a human's, as well as the gift of flight.

Lasso of Lightning: A lasso created specifically for Cassie by Aries; it is indestructible and able to channel Zeus's lightening on it's target.

Amazonian Bracers: Bracers given to Cassie by Zeus at the time of receiving her powers, they are her most commonly used weapon. Made of indestructible metal, she uses them to both block projectile attacks, but to give her own more force.

Combat Proficiency: Ever since coming into her power, Cassie has been undergoing almost constant training, mostly by Artemis. She is skilled in hand to hand combat, and proficient in sword fighting.
Personality:
Cassie has been told many times; she is the perfect example why teenagers shouldn't be given superpowers. It isn't that she does anything particularly wrong that often, but becoming an Amazon didn't suddenly make her a mature adult. She is brash, strong willed, and stubborn in both her actions and ideals. She believes herself to be a good person, and by most standards she is, after all if she's good at anything it's fighting bad guys. But her temper is short, and she is often too quick to make snap judgments about people, and very reluctant to change them. Still, apparently she's well behaved enough to no have her powers revoked, and that's good enough for her.

Willfully optimistic, Cassie can be a ray of sunshine to the group of misfits, have had little to no trauma in comparison to her fellow Titans. She is overall friendly to those she trusts a likes, though even they aren't safe from her spurts of angry frustration that come all too often. An open book who wears her heart on her sleeve, Cassie can be the best friend anyone's ever had and stick trough thick and thin for her team-mates, but if she finds she dislikes a person within the first moments of meeting them, it is unlikely they'll ever make it into her good books.

Backstory:
Born and raised in Gateway City, Cassie Sandsmark is the only daughter and child of Dr. Helena Sandsmark; renown archaeologist, and head curator of Gateway City Museum of Antiquities. Her childhood wasn't all that different than most others; her time was spent between school, friends, and the museum. On occasion her mother would take Cassandra on specific digs that she was invited to partake in, but while she had a curious interest in Greek history and mythology, she lacked the patience to make it a serious study. It wasn't until Cassie turned twelve that her life became interesting.

A new historian was hired at the museum and became fast friends with Helena. The historian in question was Diana Prince, or alternatively Wonder Woman, who was staying at the museum to keep watch over an artifact sacred to the Amazons after hearing that it was at risk of being stolen. Cassie was understandably enthusiastic about the situation and spent the better part of six months tailing the super-heroine as she devoted time to menial jobs. Diana was patient with Cassie as she was with all her young admirers, and even invited her to watch her training; an activity quickly scrapped by Helena, which only lead to Cassie sneaking out to watch instead.

An attack did eventually come, quite suddenly mid-day in the summer. The museum was filled with cultists from the church of blood, seeking the gauntlets Diana had come to protect. After being told to hide, Cassie went instead to where she knew the artifact was being hidden in her mother's office. Nearly an hour later, when the fighting should well have stopped on of the cultists found their way inside to find a shocked Cassie clutching the Gauntlets of Aries. Not thinking a child would need much effort to subdue, the attacker instead simply tried to pull the gauntlets away. With no other recourse left, Cassie slipped on the too-large bracers, which miraculously tightened around her wrists. With a single motion she was able to pull away from her assailant, knocking him to the ground, just as Wonder Woman came in through the door. The following 'fight' didn't last more than a few seconds.

The aftermath over the ambush for the Gauntlets of Atlas had some serious ramifications for Cassie; for one she found out that her ability to wield them meant she was in some capacity a descendant of Zeus. After a very star-struck meeting with the god himself, and a modest amount of pleading on her own part, it was decided she had proven herself to have the heart of a warrior and was given the gift of the Amazons.

Sensibly, Helena was less than pleased with her daughter's decision to fight crime, so it was decided that Artemis would train Cassie until they felt she was truly ready to take on the duties of an Amazon. This lead to a somewhat difficult high-school experience, but eventually Cassie gained enough confidence to graduate from student to part-time hero, and from there was quickly recruited to the Teen Titans.

[User]
"Come on. A little closer."

Just outside the Titans Tower, one young Atlantean stood waist deep in the water. Her orange eyes were fixed on a large carp that was lazily swimming toward her. She licked her lips in anticipation. Breakfast was just a breath away.

"Come on…" She stilled, watching the fish idle toward her body. "Gotcha!" Her hands darted into the water, lightning quick, and she came up with a live, wriggling fish. "Ha! You're mine now." It was a healthy specimen. With a gentle tap on the spine, she put the animal out of it's misery, then climbed out of the water. She was barefoot as she usually was, the skirt of her green dress tied around her knees. Human clothes were lovely, but not waterproof. She'd learned that one the hard way.

Kassandra grinned with triumph as she headed back into the tower, loosening her dress back down as she did so. As she headed toward the kitchen, she heard the cheerful conversation of some of the others, and balked slightly, slowing down.

She was still somewhat intimidated by the other Titans. Being the youngest of the group wasn't fun, and feeling like the least trained wasn't great either. Robin made her nervous; he was so intense most of the time. Starfire was sweet and kind, but she was a veteran, and Kassy just felt outclassed.

Still, there was nothing that she could do about it this morning. She needed the knives to properly carve her kill. So she stepped into the kitchen, fish in one hand.

"Ah… g-good morning everyone."

[Assistant]
Ka'van had just pulled the hot water off the stove and poured it into his bowl of oats when Starfire waltzed in. He gave his lunch a stir and looked up as she spoke. He smiled. The two got along quite well, both being fish out of water on this planet. He was always grateful for her advice, although he took most of it with a grain of salt after...the incident.

But regardless of whether her advice on Earth life was sound or not, Starfire always had a way of cheering up a room. He liked that about her. Even Robin in all his seriousness couldn't withstand her antics without a smile. Most of the time, anyways.

He couldn't help but chuckle as she went on about taste. He wasn't sure where this was going, until she mentioned his oatmeal. "Oh," He looked down at the slop that had formed in the bowl. Ka'van ate oatmeal for every meal, every day. When he'd first found himself on Earth, the first few weeks had been absolutely horrible. He spent them sick and starving, trying one Earth food after another, most of which resulted in him becoming even more violently ill. When he finally discovered that oats were incredibly similar to a staple food on his own planet, and that they could sustain him...well, he kind of gave up on trying anything else. Any new food had the potential to make him sick again, and Ka'van's fear of that kept him on a strict oatmeal-only diet. Was he tired of them by now? Yeah, maybe a little...

"Mustard will make me sick, Star," He said in a patient tone. "These oats are the closest thing to Talgan food I've found." He picked up the bowl and stirred it, then took a bite of the plain, lumpy mush.

[User]
-Robin-
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Dick Grayson
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Robin was in the middle of cooking up some beacon and eggs when Ka'van walked in and greeted him as he began making his oats. "Hey Ka'van." He Replied. His toast popped up just as he finished cooking his eggs. Stacking all his ingredients together Robin began eating as Starfire floated in and began musing at the concepts of hot and cold foods eaten in their opposite states with Ka'van.

"Have you tried warm, wet oats seasoned with mustard?"

Robin caught himself before spitting out chunks of egg from the resulting chuckle. It was amusing that even after spending so much time with Starfire and all the oddities she enjoys and thinks of daily, she can still come at you with something new and unexpected.

"These oats are the closest thing to Talgan food I've found."

"What about you Star, with your expertise on mustard, what makes it better: hot or cold" Robin asked playfully, half curious if she had actually considered it before. As he finished, Kassandra walked in, fish in hand.

"Ah… g-good morning everyone."

She looked nervous, and it was understandable with her being one of the newest members. "Hi Kass. The stove top should still be hot." Robin tried his best at being approachable to all members, but all the years he spent with Batman kind of made that difficult to do naturally. He was glad that Starfire had stayed when the team split, when it came to breaking the ice and making people comfortable Robin was not the best, and Star is something of a natural at talking with people even if she does not know them well. Robin looked around the common area. "Has anyone seen Cassie? I have some things to go over for the week."

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Available units there is a 10-33 in progress in the Water Front area. Coast Guard is responding to a water craft 10-82, ETA 5 minutes. Additional units have been requested 10-18. EMT is alerted and en-route. Be aware; there are unconfirmed reports that an individual who may have boarded the water craft after the smoke cut visual of the deck. No emergency calls have come from the craft at this time. Coast Guard have asked to clear the nearest docking area for triage.

[Assistant]
It wasn't long until the voices from the kitchen drifted through Cassie's open door. What a great continuation of her day to have a meeting going on without her. Groaning, she lifted herself from her bed and slipped on a pair of fuzzy blue slipper rather than her running shoes. She did a quick look around her room before leaving, the remains of her frantic search strew throughout. The great thing about being an amazon was that cleaning your room never took long, especially when you were able to slam the over-stuffed closed door extra hard. With a final glance in the mirror to make sure she didn't still look like she'd just left the training room, she headed for the kitchen.

"You called?" She said, leaning against the doorway with a coy smile before entering completely. Everyone else on the team was there. A stab of her insecurity made her hesitate for a second- certain they had all conspire to meet and gossip about her. At least it meant Robin had in fact been asking after her and not Kassandra with K. Of all the things she thought she'd have to fight over as a Titan, her name hadn't been one of them. She shook off her baseless fears and breezed past them all to the fridge to grab a yogurt cup.

"So what is it? Bank robbery? Mayor's daughter kidnapped? People disappearing around a not-suspicious-at-all science lab?"