[System]
Age: 15

Personality: Rylen's a nice kid, really laid back, rarely seems upset or fazed by anything and shrugs it off with a soft smile and a laugh. Despite that he's a compassionate kid, values the idea of friendship, not just between trainers, but also Pokemon. He is not without any iron-handed values though, he has a belief that the duty of the strong is to protect the weak, and as such he hates the abuse of power, and seeks to become a powerful trainer towards this end. He is still young and starting his journey though, so he is still naive, and rarely chooses wisdom over his naivete.

History: Originally lived in Johto, Blackthorn City, the home to the dragon trainers of almost all the world, Rylen like many kids in the town had aspirations to one day earn the right to enter the Dragon's Den as part of their path to becoming a stronger trainer, or even follow in the footsteps of Lance and Clair. A rather sociable child, Rylen got along well with the kids of the town, he had a knack for Pokemon battles, which showed itself soon enough.

In a Pokemon poaching incident that happened nearby, he ran into a Larvitar and defended it, gym leader Clair arrived shortly after and rescued the pair as she was looking into the activity happening in the area. In that time, Rylen formed a bond of trust with the Larvitar, and managed to ensure the poachers were captured. It was then that Clair recognized his courage, and how he values the bond with Pokemon, and allowed him to enter the Dragon's Den.

For a few years he and Larvitar visited the shrine and trained together, but they would soon have to move to Fordis when he turned 14. After a year of settling into his new home in Fordis, he now sets out on a journey with his Larvitar.

Preferred Starter: Larvitar

Pokemon Team:
Larvitar
Level - 10
Gender - Male
Ability - Guts
Moveset
- Bite
- Leer
- Sandstorm
- Screech

Rufflet
Level - 9
Gender - Male
Ability - Sheer Force
Moveset
- Peck
- Leer
- Fury Attack

Bag items:
Items
Medicine
Berries
TMs
Key Items

Theme Song: (Unlocked when he finally has a Tyranitar)

[User]
Ian Kendrickson

 Pokemon Lab

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Ian looked up at the man and shrugged. He held up the incubator so it was clear to see the egg moving around and near hatching. "Probably." He said simply, hoping that the egg would just hurry up. Ian pulled his trainer ID out and presented it to the guy. If he was told no, he'd probably have to come back later, but in his head that was just a waste of time. All Pokemon come from eggs at some point, if anything his Pokemon was just slightly fresher than most others' starting out.

Ian's only reaction at this point was to stare blankly at the man and hope for the best, worst comes to worst, he'd have to try again when Sneasel hatched.

[Assistant]
@MissFortune

Deneb Astrologian

Deneb walked onwards, wandering the town as he normally would, searching for even a hint of a solution to his goal. The only difference between now and before was that s Maractus was fallowing him, shaking her maracas as they traversed the streets of the town. The boy didn't know what to do. Sure, maybe if he was lucky, Maractus would agree to help him with his predicament, but for now she seemed to just want to do anything she wanted with no care as to what he said.

They continued to aimlessly wander, with Deneb spacing out along the way. When he regained his focus, he heard a voice.

"Give us Fantasia's Pokédex!"

The tone of the voice sounded threatening, and the source of the noise looked to be demanding something. It was really none of Deneb's business, but he found himself in the middle of the event. Even if it was an accident, he found that he had become part of it regardless. Deneb stared at the two, standing in the middle of what looked to be some sort of unpleasant interaction. A security guard that he hadn't even noticed before.

Deneb tilted his head, while Maractus stood between them with the intent to protect the child.Denrb furled his brow in response to his perception of the situation.

[User]
Hotaru Tomoe

Minazuki

 Hotaru listened to what Rylen suggested and actually his idea sounded a lot better. A picnic sounded really good actually. She wondered where the closest pokemart was from here. "We might as well go to a pokemart then, they should have everything we need or want when it comes to supplies as well as food." Now he wanted to head out through route 2. Wasn't there a desert through there? She once more looked to her pokenav and scrolled upwards on the map and zoomed in on route 2... sure enough it cut through a desert. She looked to Rylen and smiled. "Lets make sure we bring lots of water, neither one of us has a water pokemon so we can't rely on that.... at all." She added. She then wondered what kind of pokemon would be seen between route 2. The desert will obviously be home to a lot of ground type pokemon but there was some green before it turned into sand. Hopefully it wasn't like most beginning routes in other regions. Where the only good pokemon to be seen were the common ones. Good news was as she studied it more it looked like route 2 just lead into a desert rather then cut through one. Which was a much better then what she had feared. Still the could get some water now and save them time later. Now to locate a pokemart. There wasn't one to far from her actually.

 It was close enough that she looked up to see if she could see the blue roof already. Sure enough she spotted it. "Well lets go do some shopping,.. I promise I wont be like some girls and spend my 300P on a bonnet or something. I was thinking if possible going halves and buy a bit of food for us and with the rest for the pokemon. I mean I guess if it costs a bit more then I think the pokemon could just eat some human food. Zed eats a lot of out food." She then looked to Rylen. She didn't think making a friend would be this easy and simple. She just had to show her father. "First off,... I got to show dad I got a new friend already." She pulled out her Camera and then pulled from her satchel a good long rod to which had a attachment on it. She hooked it up to her camera and then stepped close to Rylen and then held it up in the air. Yes people she is taking a selfie. She pulled Zed into the photo as well before she took the shot. "Don't forget to smile!" She said. That was mostly aimed towards Zed though. He wasn't to fond of them. It's not like they followed the rules of real ghosts and didn't show up in the pictures or something... wait that's vampires.

[Assistant]
- Alexander Furst : Miscommunication -

Raising an eyebrow at this statement, he only sighed, looking down upon the girl with the eerie mask. It still jarred him, though that could be mostly because of the unknown. Clenching his fists, he glared at her as she made her accusations, his nails digging deeper into his palms until finally he released at the word "ghost." Well... at least she didn't dance around that one as his irritated frown started appearing more morose to the eye.

Of course, it was then he realized that Lynn was trying to avoid his question, which no end triggered him, making his scowl even deeper. He barred his teeth at the girl, but eventually sheathed them under his lips. The Gastly watched as the two shadowy tendrils appear out of no where and a fully formed pokemon emerging from the golden mask.

Henry didn't bother approaching it because of the devilish glean it was making towards Alex, but he managed to keep himself stone cold... if that meant actively getting angry was stone cold. The Gastly attempted to show the same aggression as him, but it only resulted in him looking less timid. Only after she introduced her dear Khata to Henry did Alex respond.

"Tch, right..."

His voice was dryer than a desert dune as he returned the same look of disapproval towards Lynn. Alex arms were shaking, though it would be unnoticeable to the naked eye. After all, he was holding back. Eyeing the pokemon for a mere few seconds, he shook his head at it before returning his view to her body, somewhat perturbed by it.

Eventually, she tried to turn his own question on him, which only made him decide to stop and close his eyes for the moment. Getting worked up and emotional wouldn't exactly resolve this. Her accusations, however, were becoming less and less accurate by the moment. Taking a deep breath, he continued hearing out Lynn's illogical and what he saw as ignorant statements. Opening his eyes again, Alex remained calm, or at least managed his vexation.

His white hair flew around as he shook his head when she accused him of running away from his problems... which seemed to really crack the boy a bit. Even she should of known that it was a lie, a ruse, a cover up! But even though he knew the words weren't entirely true, it still hurt due to the facet that she meant every word of it; Alex could tell from the disapproving tone in her voice.

Alex may distaste acting like a hypocrite, but he wasn't just going to let her turn this whole thing around on him like that. Dodging and running away...

"Au contraire, Lynn; that's what you've been doing this whole time," he harshly put, jabbing a finger through the air, pointing directly at her chest. Looking down on the shorter, well dressed girl, he sighed, closing his eyes and shaking his head. "Then again, you are inconsiderate, so why should I be surprised." He wasn't frowning nor smirking, but rather just focusing.

Opening his eyes, he squinted at the girl, glaring at her between the slits, but that was all it. For the moment. It went for some seconds, before he resumed. "If you aren't gonna give me a straight answer, don't expect one in return..." He grunted, crossing his arms as he brandished the one thing on his right wrist.

A gray X-Transceiver.

Tapping his foot, he continued on, but not before staring at the ceiling of the foliage, grimacing on this situation. "Maybe if you check your damn messages, then you would probably know why I'm here... next time, get your facts straight before making yourself look ignorant on part of the discussion," he spoke coldly at her. Unblinking, Alex unraveled his arms, putting one on his hip as he muttered "good grief," to himself.

Henry, who had been nervously been listening beside him noticed the attitude and gave him a small bump on the side of the head, giving him a quaint smile. Unblinking, he looked at his friend, giving a faint smile before dropping it and returned to his staring contest with Lynn.

"Now why don't you tell me why you're-"

And that's when something completely out of the blue (and blue) decided to just... happen. There was the shrill screech of a gi- no it was a guy... who was being chased by a bunch of Poliwags...

...

Either these Poliwags had rabies or they were a lot tougher than they looked. Regardless, they were interfering with this pleasant chat at the moment. Pivoting to face them, Alex gave a reassuring glance to the Gastly, who was visibly intimidated by such a large number of them. "Hey, trust me Henry and I'll make sure that not even you get hurt." His voice was calm and soothing to the pokemon, who slowly inched his way towards the boy with the long coat who was walking in the direction of danger... smart.

Setting his bag on the ground, the crowd seemed completely agitated and from the looks of it, stayed their focus onto the fleeing boy... hmm...

He had a plan.

Shoving his hand inside his satchel, he hastily retrieved two pokeballs from his sack. "Get behind me and follow my hand," he hissed as he held two of the red and white items in his hand. He only glanced once to see which hand Henry was behind, before tossing a ball directly at the Poliwags, causing one to be enveloped in a light and go into the ball.

Raising his other arm up, he knew this would only be his chance since that got the attention of most of the Poliwags who were now angrily focused on him after that course of action. "Henry, use Hypnosis!"

[User]
Rylen | Estoria City Pokemart

* Wallet - 1000P
* x5 Pokeballs
* x5 Potions

"Yeah, they can, Larvitar really likes any meat sandwich for instance... But I was told that Pokemon food is more nutritious? So it's usually a treat, for both me and Larvitar", he responded.

"And don't worry, I won't judge you if you want to treat yourself, it's good to know you'll be responsible though", oblivious to him was that not too far off were people who were the opposite of responsible with money. Still, right before they began to head off for the Pokemart, she pulled him in closer, which surprised him, but he spotted the camera.

"A picture...? Wait", as she drew in for the selfie, he picked up his Larvitar to enter it too. What did they call this, a selfie? He doesn't pay much attention to trends, but he's heard of this. His old Pokenav can't take pictures, so he never bothered with this. After that was over they took a moment to look at the picture before heading for the Mart, as the doors slid open and they entered, Rylen began to take note of what they needed after discussing it earlier.

"Hmmm... So let's see... Food, water... I think we'll be staying out too, so I'll go get the camping supplies, like a tinder for making a fire. You can take care of the food and water. We'll meet back at the counter alright?", he suggested.


[System]
Does she work better?
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Appearance: She is large, being a Cathay-raht, and wears steel armor, wields a pair of Dragonbone swords and can sometimes be seen communing with skyrim's native saber cats.

Canon, AU, or OC?: AU
Universe of Origin: Elder Scrolls (Skyrim period)
Personality: Shivani is one of those khajiit that would rather be in heavy armor, swinging strong swords than sneaking. She's hard-headed and easily angered on certain topics.
Abilities/Weapons: All Thu'ums except Bend Will, Frenzy and Dismay, as well as her natural claws and night vision. She wields a pair of Dragonbone swords.
Backstory: Shivani was born in Elsweyr, trained from a young age to be quick and agile. She left home at 14 and ended up in skyrim 8 years later. While in Skyrim, she was nearly killed by Imperial soldiers, giving her a distrust of anyone loyal to the empire, nearly killed by a dragon but escaped with the help of a Stormcloak soldier. Throughout her adventure, she found out she was the Dragonborn. Soon after, she joined the Companions, became a werewolf, cured everyone else of theirs before her own, and still gave advice for them when not on another epic quest to find an item, explore a place, kill a bandit camp, etc. She eventually ended up in Riften and was approached by a man who thought she shouldn't have as much coin as she had. He offered her a job, which she declined with a yell to the supposed thief. She also made a friend with Keerava when another thief came to get some money. Shivani drew her swords, then only a pair of steel blades, and took her stance with a warning. With many more travels, she eventually got rid of the dragons, ended the war, found a few Daedric artifacts (Azura's Star, Dawnbreaker, Ebony Mail, Sanguine's Rose, Savior's Hide, Skeleton Key (returned to proper place), Spellbreaker, Volundrung and Wabbajack) and either stored them in her armory in her house in Solitude or returned them to their proper places, stopped a vampire invasion and defeated an evil Dragonborn. With all her great feats, the Jarls all selected her, despite the jealousy of Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak, to be High Queen. However, she quickly tired of the life of the royal and called the Jarls together in a Moot to select a new High King or Queen, suggesting Jarl Balgruuf of Whiterun as her choice. With little care of who the new High King or Queen was, she left to begin her life of adventuring again, visiting her wife and daughters in Solitude as often as she could. While on one of her adventures for Jarl Siddgier, she found herself in a new world. The walls were made of stone and there were many things glowing, making noises and what seemed to be a tiny sun in the ceiling.
Faction: None

[User]
Kirisame Marisa

"Oi oi, he's fine, right? He took hitting the dirt and kept trying to lecture me, I'm sure he can take emptying out my storage spell," Marisa said, stuffing Othinus quickly into one of her pockets as she strode forward to pick up her hat. Jeez, how was she going to get all her belongings... and 'borrowed items' back into her hat and get away with Othinus? Well, at least she knew the tiny girl's name now. "And it's not like I'm keeping you, I just wanna dress you up a bit. Keeping a person, that'd be kinda weird, right?"

Marisa shrugged, before returning her attention to Touma. Now him... he was pretty weird. How exactly had he done that stuff? How could a human being do that sort of thing? Spell interference? He hadn't used any kind of magic that she recognized(or even that she didn't as far as she could tell). The throbbing pain in her skull from cracking her head on the concrete was fading now, as well, thankfully. That had been pretty awful.

"How'd you do that?" she asked, prodding her hat. Her spell was still there, but it had just been shut off, something had totally cancelled it. She'd have to reactivate it and everything so she could use her hat as easy convenient storage once more... and get all her stuff back. "That's not something people can do, just turning off magic by touching it."

Outside the Castle

It was not much longer until Anette returned with Gintoki's water, on an ornate silver platter because, to put it simply, why not use an ornate silver platter? Moments after handing the water to him, however, the damn seemed to break. Tears, more tears them seemed humanly possibly, streamed out of her eyes an splashed onto the ground.

"W-we w-work s-so h-hard... Her H-Highness says w-we do a g-good job... but th-that's just t-to make us feel better, i-isn't it?! If the g-guests don't like it..."

She trailed off, still crying away.

Things were really intent on being difficult for the white-haired warrior, weren't they?

[Assistant]
Seiga - Abandoned Basement, Capital City, AgK

"Oh my, you're right! I completely forgot the name and address! Oh, how silly of me. An errand boy can't do anything if he doesn't know where to go!"

Seiga snatched the envelope, wrote something onto it in an obscure 7th century Chinese dialect, and handed it back to Hazama.

"Here you are; and remember, no peeking! Trust me, I'll know."

With that, Seiga whirled around and waved her golden wand, an ovular hole in the fabric of reality opening up in response to reveal a swirling pool of fragmented shapes and colors. The jumble of images quickly rearranged themselves into what appeared to be some sort of cubist artistry, a mishmash of multiple conflicting perspectives. Needless to say, the effect was somewhat nauseating.

"You should probably get going. If we had done the ritual, you wouldn't have to worry about the hole closing up on top of you, but I'm afraid you didn't, so...", she exhaled and looked at the hole, "...Yyyyyeah. Might want to hurry up."

[User]
Guts - Whatever Town HSoD takes Place In

"I don't need your protection. Stop trying to sell two-bit bodyguard services, kid." Guts scowled, staring ahead as his feet stamped on the asphalt beneath his feet.

Dante - Castle Tepes Kitchens

With a flourish, Dante's shirt, buckles, and coat returned to where they belonged- his well-sculpted abs.
"UMMA? UMMA cramps my style, baby." he said, dragging his skeleton sword across the steamy pie. Raising a traingular slice above his head, he briefly licked his lips before lowering the hot, cheesy pizza enter his mouth, tearing off a mouthful of the dish.
"....PYEAH!" he spat it out, wiping his mouth. "I knew it. Terrible." he said to himself, tossing the slice. The crust was far too hard from being kneaded too much, and the inside was undercooked from receiving only a quick burst of heat. Also, it had bits of bullet in it; Dante spat out a crumpled up load of .45 ACP.

[Assistant]
Pilcrow, Near School
A large transport chopper slowly faded in above the town. Pilcrow looked out the cockpit, checking to make sure there were no jets pursuing him any more, before looking down at the ground for a suitable landing spot. The town he was above seemed a bit dead, but after some searching he spotted a building on fire with three distinct figures moving away from it. As he shakily pulled the helicopter towards them, he noticed the city wasn't a complete ghost town - he saw what appeared to be shambling, rotting human corpses roaming the streets. He brought the helicopter down near the three, causing a horrible noise as its belly scraped across the asphalt. A shutter on the side opened, and Pilcrow leaned out of it with a concerned look, motioning for the survivors to get in.

[User]
Chuck Greene - Athas

Finishing up the lap was a very simple task, as Chuck no longer had to deal with those tendrils. The other three laps went by rather quickly, as Chuck reached the finish line.

The power-armored cameraman lowered down the camera and hovered towards Chuck. Glancing towards the camera-man Chuck inquired, "Right anything new added to the schedule? Or an interview segment?" Thinking for a moment the Camera-man shook his head.

"Haven't heard anything about an updated schedule." The camera operator replied. "And no interview segment this time. Anything else you need?"

Chuck glanced at the cameraman, "Just a way to the next segment. Maybe a bar in the meantime." The camera man nodded, "Sure thing. Let me just configure the portal."

"Suppose that'll take you a few laps." Chuck remarked as he sped off once more down the track as the Camera-man began fiddling with a small device.

[Assistant]
Lucina

The new environment was a bit much for Lucina to take in all at once. She found a suitable distraction from the confusion when a male voice acknowledged her existence.

Lucina turned around, startled. The young fellow didn't finish his sentence, as if unsure how to conclude talking to Lucina. "...May I help you...?" Lucina asked, tilting her head. "Wait. First. Who are you?"

Lucina turned completely around. Some heads in the crowd turned, though they likely dismissed her as some cosplayer. She did look awfully like a character from a Nintendo video game.

[User]
Misaka 10,032, Academy City

Misaka was unaware of the occurrence which Touma was currently being subjected to, the sudden collapse of a pocket dimension in a hat that sent everything punching into Touma himself. She might have found it funny, but for the moment she was focused on the task at hand, as one might expect.

She glanced over as the new instruction was delivered to her and Kakine, a new dimensional insertion that they had to take care of, perhaps as a result of the weakening of the barrier as a result of their own portal. It was only a theory though, and it would be more for them to pick up the pieces.

"'Understood,' Misaka replies as she shifts in the direction of the given coordinates," Misaka said as she did just that, once the goggles had given them directions towards the apparent new arrival. At least this time it was close, closer than Marisa currently was, and as a result more easily handled.

Soon enough they arrive, and their target wasn't hard to locate. She certainly stood out from the rest of the crowd in dress, if not how confused she was at the moment. At least she had yet to cause any problems, unlike the currently rogue witch that had escaped into the city.

Misaka came up behind Kakine then, standing to the side as she held on to her weapon, though she didn't aim it at anything, least of all the woman there. And she was still indifferent to her own appearance, with the gun, the bag slung over her back, and the goggles atop her head. "'My name is Misaka Mikoto. And he is Kakine Teitoku,' Misaka says as she looks the strangely dressed woman over to determine if she is a threat," Misaka said as she did just that, though it did not seem that there was a problem in that regard. Hopefully that would provide her partner with some ground to get them off the street. And if not, she could think of a way herself, though it might not be the easiest.

[Assistant]
Shivani - Castle Tepes Kitchen

"They don't like the way I work." she said, glaring at the maid. "They're idiots for not listening. I bet even this man here would help me get back to my family." she said with a gesture to Dante. "So, you tell me." She rubbed her head with a sigh before walking to the wall and punching hard. She backed away, shaking her hand with a sigh. "That hurt."


[System]
Gender: Male

Appearance: A tall, strong, hobgoblin. Has pitch black eyes, and stone gray skin. Visibly restless when unoccupied.

Personality: Very intuitive/Curious; Likes to learn how things work, has a passion for creating things, CANNOT STAND BEING IDLE. Will toy, tinker, and experiment to learn all he can about any given object. Also very adventurous; likes to explore. Typically compassionate and friendly; despises pointless cruelty.

Past Life History: Was once a very skilled engineer, his innate need for knowledge fueling his endless innovation. Met his untimely demise when the energy output of his new engine design was too much for the materials it was made of during a test; the resulting explosion leveled a 3-block radius.

Skill: Master Engineer: Can design/build/create items/machines/contraptions twice as fast, with less materials, and have them be much more durable than they would normally be.

Other : I'M A MIGHTY GOBLIN
EXP: 0

Inventory: Wolfblade, Needle, thin rope, bark disguise helm

Acquired Skills:* Defensive strike: this goblin has learned that the best offence is a good defence. This goblin is able to take a defensive posture and still make a powerful strike either in the hopes of killing said opponent or to run away easier
* Military Strategy- Centurian position: The goblins have unknowingly used a formation of perfect defense and defensive strikes. This position when used in a funnel or with a group can wreak devastation to the enemy forces
* Gravekeepers spirit: All goblins are able to feel the strength of those that have long since passed. When near a dead body or a skeleton the goblins are able to draw strength without the requirement of being necromancers. Even carrying a skull as an adornment allows the goblins to be stronger, faster, lighter as they draw strength. However, drawing all the strength of a certain dead body or their parts will cause it to disintegrate into dust.
* Knowledge of the 3: Knowing the names of the god and goddesses of the world they live in they can now properly worship them. Ramos god of light and the sun, Duvelna goddess of death and the night, Shirila the goddess of the earth and nature.
* Pack Leader: With the blood of an alpha on the goblins hands, he has proven he could fight in a pack. Now if a pack of wolves appears without an alpha he can assert his dominance and take over. However, this has a high chance of failing as well, can be upgraded until all wolves fall under the goblins control
* Stoneskin: stone skin is an active ability that can be triggered to increase defense dramatically making ones very skin harder to cut or penetrate. Can be upgraded to steel skin for increased protection
* Unique ability: Gained great strength and higher resistance to melee attacks. If parried correctly the steel arm could break weaker weapons with ease
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Titles:

Blessings: Son of the forge father,

Curses:

[User]
The ogre went to work and soon completed a proper forge, one that even the God would approve of. The forge was ready and all that was needed left was a fire and metal ore. When the ogre baptized his wolf with it's new name the wolf then gave a loud howl before it's body accepted the crest into it's body. The symbol was now a part of it's fur and now a row of metallic spikes ran down it's head down to the tip of it's tail. It's claws and fangs seemed to be made of the same material. The bright silver clashing with it's black fur and it's large size mad it an animal to be feared. Ren soon realized that in baptizing his wolf for the forgefather he made it the avatar of his faith.

Companion evolved into: forge wolf, the forge wolf is an avatar to the forgefather and is now able to bite and slash enemies as if it's very body was a sword. When gaining a pack they will inherit the same qualities.

Skrik kept his eyes focused on the rabbit and was able to keep his bloodlust in check. When he threw the javelin the rabbit didn't notice him until it was too late. The moment that the rabbit tried to leave was the same moment that the javelin pierced it's hide. It's leg was hit clean threw and when it tried to run it simply made it worse. It only took two more steps before it died from blood loss.

Goblin skrik gained: throwing intuition, this gonlins having thrown enough things has been given insight when using a thrown weapon. He can accurately guess the distance, wind, angle, and strength of his throws. At higher levels can gain pinpoint accuracy to his targets weak spots.

@demonspade64

After being confronted with his partners new stance the hobgoblin Luz used a new type of attack. After using her quick strike multiple times and striking within the next moment she gained a new ability. She gained Unrelenting assault: with this ability she was able to keep striking with great speed and as a result she gave the goblin gird no real openings without the risk of taking the full brunt of her assault. At higher levels she would able to use even greater speed to end a fight before it even starts.

He nodded as he said that he could use some food and water. He then said "yeah right now I can use some help hunting. We both need to get stronger and the only way to do that is to hunt. Don't worry I'm not going to let you get killed." he said before he went into the cave and he grabbed a skinny club that was nearly as big as himself. It was of course meant to be used by the trolls but it was the only weapon he felt comfortable using. He then told the trolls to guard the place till he got back and if someone tries to get in that isn't from his tribe to keep them out till he got back.

[Assistant]
Skrik's patience and care was rewarded yet again. This kill was quick and fairly quiet, though the hit was not as clean as he would have wished. Still, the simple wooden javelin had proven to be powerful enough for this familiar prey. He would have to re-evaluate his opinion on them, it seemed that he had been underestimating them.

He contemplated his skills briefly, noting that his effectiveness mostly stemmed from precision, surprise, and range. He advanced toward his prey and carefully cleaned and skinned it, being careful to keep the fat with the meat and most of the bones inside the skin, but burying the skull in a shallow hole in the shadow of the nearby bushes. Over this, he placed a simple cairn of handy stones that rose about the length of his hand above the surrounding ground. The plenty that this beast had enjoyed would now be a source of power for him.

Skrik also found a couple large leaves and used them in combination as a crude pouch to store a couple handfuls of the berries that the horned rabbit had been eating. The pouch wouldn't last long, but it wouldn't have to. He also reclaimed the thrown javelin, checking it for damage before securing it for carry with the others. Even if it was damaged, it would be useful for practice. The berries would serve him well as a travel snack as he continued on his way back to the cave.

He had intended to hunt more extensively. But, he couldn't justify wanton slaughter for the sake of mere practice. If he had better equipment and a larger pack to carry game and materials then it might have been justifiable but with things as they were he had no need for such reckless harvesting. Still, he did make a mental note as to the location where there had been such a gathering of horned rabbits. He might need to hunt there again. For now, Skrik retraced his steps back toward the cave, moving as swiftly as he dared but being cautious of losing his way. He also took care to keep his guard up in case something more dangerous than a horned rabbit stumbled across him. Still, his goal was to make it back to the cave before nightfall. He would need to verify whether or not anything had made the cave into a den in the absence of the goblins.

EXP: 8

Inventory: (Numbing) Poison Rock Knife, Cloth Wristbands, Cloth Neckband, Tight Loincloth, Crude harness, Rabbit hide pouch, 1 wooden short spear, 3 (Numbing) Poison light javelins,.

Treehouse Camp: 1 Stout sapling, 7 (Numbing) Poison light javelins, 2 (Numbing) Poison practice javelins, rabbit bones (2 sets, lacking skulls), leaf pouch of wood shavings, 30 smooth pebbles

Starting Skill: Butcher's Insight [Heightened ability to find vital points, predict movement based on physiology, and get the most out of a carcass.]
Acquired Skills:
Slash (claws)= The goblin has learned how to use his sharper nails to create a slashing attack making it effective in rending flesh. Has no effect on armor; can be upgraded
Pierce (weapon)= The goblin has learned to pinpoint a spot on an enemy and use a sharp weapon to strike hard at it. This allows the goblin to strike a deadly blow with any sharp weapon and when upgraded can pierce through weapons and armor.
Throwing Intuition= This goblin, having thrown enough things, has been given insight when using a thrown weapon. He can accurately guess the distance, wind, angle, and strength of his throws. At higher levels can gain pinpoint accuracy to his targets weak spots.

Titles:

Blessings:

Curses:

-Flint from starting cave.
-Horned Rabbits from local area near berries, just a bit upriver from Tree Camp
-Sand from around the pond
-Prism crystals from bottom of pond
-Fist sized rocks from the river

Crafting goal list:
-Rock jars with wood stoppers sealed with "wax" (drill hole partway through round rock)
-Flint tipped spears
-Flint knife (hide wrapped grip for better use)
-Horn tipped javelins
-flint throwing stones (kunai)
-Meditation crystal array (prism crystals arranged around a candle to help him focus on magic training)
-Drill (spinning stick with grains of sand to grind a hole)
-Fire starting set (two sticks and a wad of tinder)
-Fire place (Ground level near base of Tree Camp)

-Pool Contents
-Flow of 'strength' through web of life (Magic 101)
-Balance between living and dead (Religion 101)
-Small game trapping (Snares)
-Large game trapping (Claw, Jaw, Pit, Tree traps)
-Properties of Numbing Oil
-Poisonous plants and secondary properties
-Stone Shaping (Knapping)
-Woodworking
-Rope Making
-Fire (How to: Make, maintain, strengthen, weaken, store, and focus, as well as a behavioral analysis)

[User]
Ogre Ren  The Beginnings Of a Forge > Seeking Cinder > Ore What?/// Noon // Day 6

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Ren happily rubbed Ferrus' head with the wolf's transformation. It was clear that Gatoven had accepted him as his own. Through the woods the duo trekked, searching for a mighty flame that could ignite the newly created forge. After some time of searching, the tower Ogre began to notice scorch-marks here and there, made by something.... something BIG. Cautiously, Ren began to follow the tracks of this mighty creature, until he finally arrived at a clearing where there was a massive bear seemingly rooted to the ground. Clearly, not a normal bear, but perhaps blessed by Shirila. At the center of the clearing, was a massive pile of cinder, burning continuously, as if it's flames would never die out; it was exactly the type of flame he was looking for. Slowly, Ren entered the clearing, keeping his distance from the massive beast, shoving his sword into the ground to display he meant the creature no harm. Taking a large, mostly flat rock, Ren used the same technique he had utilized in the creation of his forge to create a long, stone sled; made to transport the cinders. Nearby vines were twisted together into large, thick rope and attached it to his sled.

With that completed, Ren began scooping up the cinders with his bare hands and throwing them onto the sled. It hurt.... It hurt A LOT. Moreso for his right hand rather than his left, as the left hand was made of steel. Once done with his task, Ren gave the large bear a courteous nod, before grabbing his sword, and dragging the sled off with the help of Ferrus. He still needed ore, and without a doubt, the best place to look would be within one of the two caves, and at the moment, the troll cave was closer. Better yet, assuming there were any trolls still there, Ren would possibly even have help mining out the ore.

Hauling his sled of stone, the massive Ogre made his way to the troll cave, hopeful to find some ore.

EXP: 0

Inventory: Wolfblade, Needle, thin rope, bark disguise helm, Alpha hood, Wolf pelt loincloth

Acquired Skills:
* Defensive strike: this goblin has learned that the best offence is a good defence. This goblin is able to take a defensive posture and still make a powerful strike either in the hopes of killing said opponent or to run away easier
* Military Strategy- Centurian position: The goblins have unknowingly used a formation of perfect defense and defensive strikes. This position when used in a funnel or with a group can wreak devastation to the enemy forces
* Gravekeepers spirit: All goblins are able to feel the strength of those that have long since passed. When near a dead body or a skeleton the goblins are able to draw strength without the requirement of being necromancers. Even carrying a skull as an adornment allows the goblins to be stronger, faster, lighter as they draw strength. However, drawing all the strength of a certain dead body or their parts will cause it to disintegrate into dust.
* Knowledge of the 3: Knowing the names of the god and goddesses of the world they live in they can now properly worship them. Ramos god of light and the sun, Duvelna goddess of death and the night, Shirila the goddess of the earth and nature.
* Pack Leader: With the blood of an alpha on the goblins hands, he has proven he could fight in a pack. Now if a pack of wolves appears without an alpha he can assert his dominance and take over. However, this has a high chance of failing as well, can be upgraded until all wolves fall under the goblins control
* Stoneskin: stone skin is an active ability that can be triggered to increase defense dramatically making ones very skin harder to cut or penetrate. Can be upgraded to steel skin for increased protection
* Unique ability: Gained great strength and higher resistance to melee attacks. If parried correctly the steel arm could break weaker weapons with ease
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Titles:

Blessings: Son of the forge father,

Curses:


[System]
Age:
34

Appearance:

Balian stands at 5"10, his build is somewhere between slim and lean. Grey eyes chestnut brown hair and face almost always stubbled, his appearance is often seen as striking. His eyes lack life, probably from years spent on the road, only ever stopping for brief respites in towns and villages that he passed. Notable features are a small scar on his chin and skin tested by the elements.

Class:
Ranger
-Bow & Blade Ranger: Can handle bladed weapons as well, allowing them to defend themselves against approaching enemies or close in for the kill. Ranged is preferred style of combat.

Alignment:
Neutral Good

Weapon(s):

Armor/Clothing:
As seen in picture. Also clad in a fine linen shirt, dark woolen hose and soft travel-worn leather boots, over his shirt Balian wears a jerkin secured by braided cord ties

Personal Trinkets:
Rabbit's foot (Lucky Charm)
These take many shapes, but the most common are symbolic religious symbols that a pious priest has touched or carved heads of ancient Gods. The rabbit's foot is a symbol of good luck in many places of the world and is often threaded with a thin cord of leather or string
Wooden Flute
A simple wooden flute carved by Balian's father. He usually keeps it wrapped in a piece of cloth and kept away.

Short History:
Born to a master woodsman and a mill worker, Balian was taught from a young age the skills of being a woodsman. Even as a young lad he had a knack for navigation and survival skills. Balian is not shy of hard labor having worked all his young life. He spent all of this younger life in and around the midlands village he was born to, working and training. At age eight he was shown how to use a bow by his father for the first time and took to it like a duck to water, swordplay followed in an effort to teach his son how to defend himself if ever the need arose (as much as he did not want a violent life for Balian). It was in his teens that Balian decided he did not want to suffer the bondage of serfdom or peasantry his whole life but neither did he want the privilege associated with nobility.

At age seventeen, Balian left his village starting on a journey to see as much of the world as he could and to live off of the land. Before he left his father presented him with a parting gift a wooden flute carved by himself. Leaving the village of Vale that day was the last time he saw his parents. After some five years travelling, Balian returned to Vale only to discover his father had succumbed to a sudden illness two years previous and his mother so stricken with grief at the loss of her son and now husband had hanged herself in the mill where she worked. With no ties to his birthplace he set off once again after a short respite and since has traveled, stopping from time-to-time for short respites in towns, villages and cities he would come across. He made sure never to allow himself to become too attached to people or towns always making it easier when time came to leave. However, Balian has at least one trusted friend in many of the different steads from South to North, relying on these as his source of information and news when he does stop.

For a few years the ranger traveled with another, a woman by the name of Morrigan. Black hair, blue eyes and pale skin, Balian quickly became infatuated with her. During a stay at the village of Lindow they were awoken in the middle of the night by commotion, screams and cries filling the night air. A beastman warband had happened on the village in a raid, Balian pleaded with Morrigan to barricade herself indoors and once she agreed took himself outside into the middle of it all with sword and bow. The ranger was knocked unconscious in combat and when he awoke in the early hours of the morning the smell of burning, smoke and death filled his nostrils. In a daze he made his way to the inn, only to find it raised to the ground. Balian fell to his knees as his cries turned to a sour roar. It is since that day the ranger has taken it upon himself to actively hunt out Beast scouting parties, occasionally joining up with bands of rangers (many of whom share similar stories) to take on larger groups. It is the element of surprise, the ability to blend in with surroundings and that they pick the battlefield (usually woodland), that give Balian and other rangers alike the advantage over unsuspecting beastmen who have often been stalked for days like prey.

Balian has been in Galloway only a short few hours although this is not his first visit to the town-stead. He has grown weary of the road and has not stopped in a town for longer than a few hours in months.

[Assistant]
Sophia Pax

Sophia Pax wandered aimlessly through the woods just outside the township of Galloway. She was aware the town was nearby since she saw the signs before she left the road, plus her map showed it. She was enjoying being around all the plants. Out of the corner of her eye she caught the sight of a small flower. Kneeling down to examine the flower, a grin came over her face. This plant was semi-rare. Its leaves are good for making a bitter tea that relieves pain, but it is avoided by the common folk because its root is known to cause stomachache in cattle. Sophia pulls out her knife to pluck the plant out of the ground.

Suddenly there was a rustling in a bush nearby. Sophia dropped what she was doing and grabbed her bow. Instinctual she notched an arrow and drew back. Out of the bush, hopped a small rabbit. It seemed oblivious to Sophia being there. Sophia breathed a sigh of relief. The bunny was not likely to harm her as her imagination had imagined. She lowered its bow as the rabbit hopped away. She quickly grabbed the plant she was harvesting and left before something worse found her.

Sophia made her way back to the main road and then entered the town of Galloway. The sun was just leaving the sky and the town folk seemed to be turning in or moving into the taverns. Sophia found the tavern "the Retired Sword" and entered. She made her way through the crowd straight to the tavern keeper to inquire about renting a room.

[User]
Balian

The ranger had not yet gone up to his room, he knew what to expect a bedroll, a bedpan and if lucky a window, perhaps a desk. Well fed earlier in the evening, consuming his share of meat, bread and ale entertainment was not planned but well provided by the mercenary, a large man winning gold crowns beating all who opposed him in a drinking competition. At some point in the evening he had felt like someone had been watching him but hadn't been able to pinpoint who with all the other distractions in the inn. He shook it off as harmless. He had noticed that some of those who were in the tavern were certainly not the serfdom or any class of Galloway, others well armed, perhaps adventurers, warriors, a monk and even what seemed to be another ranger, female although Balian was unsure exactly.

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It had grown late and Balian had been on the verge of retiring to his room for the night and awaiting for what tomorrow would bring, when the commotion began. The guards running down the street in force, lighting lanterns, it all seemed so ominous. The tolling of the town bell was when the ranger realized something was wrong although sat quietly still while other patrons began to rush around. Balian checked his quiever, bow, sword and dagger his first thought towards beastmen. Knowing what threat they posed in number began to formulate a plan. Follow the guards, and fight. Running now of course would be wiser in the interest of ones personal safety but he felt lured to the fight, almost bound.

The ranger stood and made his way towards the small group of men crowding around the window facing onto the street, tankards in hand trying to get a glimpse. He attempted to lean over them and look but when this failed ushered them out of the way, one man cursed attempting to start an argument in his drunken state until he saw the weapons at Balian's disposal. However he hadn't noticed the patrons rambling, instead he was looking onward down the street, not able to make out much when a second patrol of similarly armed city guardsmen trotted down the street.

"What's out that way?" He asked one of the other patrons curiously trying to look through the window although a couple of others stood in the now open doorway of the tavern.

"Just the town cemetery, nothing but bones and dirt." The townsman shook his head and sipped from his tankard. "Apparently built over an ancient burial ground but I'm not sure how much I-" Balian cut him off, thanking him and heading for the doorway pushing his way onto the street.

[Assistant]
Darius, albeit a tiny bit drunk by now, also turned his attention to the commotion outside. Things like these happen, but from what Darius heard, Beastmen weren't in the immediate vicinity of the city, so what else goes on here? He stood up and picked up his axes, sheathing them over his back. His height made him tower over everyone else, but he could still crouch down to look through the window. Spying the two patrols, and a Ranger run out of the tavern, it seemed like there was battle to be had. Perfect...

Running behind the Ranger, Darius followed the hooded man to the fight, eager for what was to come.

[User]
Eusine - Galloway, Tavern

Eusine was still wide awake when the quiet tavern seemed to be coming back to life all of a sudden. The monk didn't need much sleep, so he spent a lot of his time meditating and practicing his martial arts, as to not lose his edge. He opened the door, and in fact, there were a number of patrons walking about, pushing each other to get a look out of the window. Was something happening in the town? Maybe some sort of trouble? No, the monk thought, too quiet for that. What then?

Eusine stepped out of his room to get a better idea of what was going on. He still had no clue as for the reason of the commotion, but it seemed like a party of two, some sort of warriors by their looks, were heading outside to check out what was going on. The monk hated to stick his nose in other people's business, but what if it was beastmen after all? Was it not his duty to help out as much as he could? Eusine quickly grabbed his few possessions from his room and started running towards the exit.

If he wanted to keep up with the other two, he would have to be fast.

[Assistant]
Sophia Pax

Sophia laid several silver coins on the counter as she paid for a room for the night and a mug of wine. Before she even got her wine, the town bell began ringing. She sat at the counter for a moment as she thought whether or not to act. She had not attachment to these towns people. As the innkeeper brought her the mug, Sophia got up. She grabbed her bow and moved out of the inn to join the town defense. She could not stand by and just let innocents fall if she could help it. She also would not be able to sleep if beastmen started destroying the town.

[User]
Balian took note of those following him as he traversed through the town streets, following the guards. There was an eerie atmosphere in Galloway and the ranger was glad he would not be alone in confronting what awaited them. A Beastman horde was irrational, he had come to this conclusion and now was curious. Whatever it was they were getting themselves into was surely not to be taken lightly with the amount of attention it had drawn from the state soldiers who watched over the town.

It seemed like forever they had been running, anticipation killing Balian when the noise of commotion filled the night air. He drew his bow as the guards slowed up pace, women, men and children running frantically away from the area, pushing past guards a couple tripping and hurting themselves in the process. "What's going on here?" Balian placed his palm on a guards arm, grabbing his attention.

"I don't know..." The guard looked anxious, "There's talk of the dead rising from their grave, unable to be shaken... The more of us that fall, the more of them rise and apparently they reanimate when they've been struck down!" It was obvious to the ranger that this man was not one of the state soldiers, just a conscript, probably a farmer or prisoner. They didn't have as much armor as the state soldiers who filled their ranks in the crowd. Balian thought this strange, it was unusual for a town to have conscripts except in time of war and as far as he was aware, there was no war going on right now or had the political upheaval reached a new level? No. He would have heard about it by now. The undead? It looked like the rumors were true, it came as a shock to the ranger, the thought of the undead sent a shiver through his body and made the hairs on his arms stand to attention. Just as it was all beginning to sink in an older man with a fantastic beard and mustache, white as snow, armored like the regular state soldiers but with a plume of blue feathers on his helmet began to speak, obviously a commanding officer of some sort.

"Right boys! We've got a shit storm on our hands here. I don't care much for your feelings. Now is the time to draw on your courage, we have to hold these bastards 'til morning!" It seemed as if he was about to go on but his attention was drawn by the first few undead stragglers, splintered from their group. He looked back at the men with him, "The time is now!"

The heavy bell toll continued to resound around the city and for a few moments the character of this commanding officer had drowned out the commotion and panic that surrounded them, it all began to flood back in and as the ranger watched the undead he noticed how they moved quickly, fiercely but still managed to keep a sluggish look to them. The level of decomposition varied but the majority of the dead before them were mostly bone. A small child, seperated from his parents came into view, running as best a toddler can screaming for his mother or father, a bear held in one hand for dear life. Balian's eyes widened, knocking an arrow he forcibly tried to push past the soldiers whose attention was elsewhere, however it wasn't easy to get through the armored guard and the ranger found himself being pushed back as two of the skeletal beings closed in on the child, still desperately waddling away, screaming and crying louder now. Not able to push passed, Balian cursed and loosed the arrow his aim thrown off not able to get a clear shot, the arrow flew past the first of the undead taking chase on the boy, snapping in two as it made contact a wall. The ranger cursed again, louder this time and loosed another arrow, still unable to get a good shot this one however pierced the skull, the bones dropped to the ground in a pile but the second skeleton had caught up to the child and now was on top of the boy. "The child!" He roared as he finally broke out of the group of soldiers, drawing his sword and running towards the boy and the undead. By now the kid's cries were frantic but growing weaker.

The ranger let out a mighty cry as he brought his sword in an upward swing, severing the skeleton at the spine, the bones crumpled to the ground and despite the growing horde that spilled from the side streets, Balian lowered his sword. The boy was dead... An overwhelming sadness filled him. This was not right, he knelt down on one knee and wiped the snot and spit from the child's face, closing his eyes as the expression was haunting. Punching the ground, Balian looked up and saw they were almost upon him, he stood to his feet once more and raised his sword.


[System]
Yes, my character is WIP, I'll finish her later. Go ahead and post yours.

Username: Belwicket
Race: Human

Appearance: Luna stands at 5 and a half feet tall with mid-back length black hair, tan skin, bright blue eyes. She wears a dark green shirt, a pair of faded jeans, a mid-thigh length denim skirt, a pair of black skate shoes, and black, fingerless gloves.
Personality: Luna is very much a tomboy. She's always been outside, active, running around. Being born a mute, Luna's main form of communication was sign language. However, upon entering the Multiverse, she was given a voice. Because of this, she often seems a bit shy at first when meeting new people unless they know sign language. She doesn't like males and will often not trust them at first until they prove they can be trusted. However, that doesn't mean girls get off scot-free either. When she's met with someone she perceives as being in the wrong, she will often state it then and there and ask for a good reason, though does have a tendency of punching anyone that's doing bad things for the sake of doing them or for other bad reasons.
Alignment: Chaotic Good

Powers: Luna is a Psionicist, allowing her to communicate telepathically, move objects up to the size of her torso telekinetically, and always have a good sense of where her allies and enemies are during a fight.
Abilities: Growing up, Luna had always loved to run around and climb things. As she grew older, she began changing this to skateboarding and parkour.
Magic: Luna's only true magics are the fact she can summon a pair of golden wings from her back, allowing for flight, and summon a 4-foot long spiritual blade.

[User]
After each player chose yes, they would be sucked into the computer, only to appear in a black room. In the room, there was an oval table and 20 chairs. Three completely black doors adorned each wall, only barely visible. The 7 of them would be able to see green letters begin going down the wall from the dark ceiling to the center door past the head of the table. As the letters filled the door, it would become more and more visible until a man who appeared to be dressed as Neo with a hood covering his face entered. Behind him, the letters flew back up, allowing the door to camouflage once again. "Welcome, all, to the Multiverse. And it's good to see you again, Luna." the man spoke in a slightly digitalized voice.

From the back of the room, Luna rolled her eyes, stepping forward."Why'd you call this time, Code?" She asked with a frown. "And are you still working with Birth and Anomaly?" She plopped in one of the seats with a frown, knowing that the three of them had allied against Discord, Sheogorath and the Mad Hatter before. "Or did y'all break the alliance as soon as those three wack-jobs were dealt with?"

"My, my, child." another, deeper voice came from behind Luna. "Those men were merely misusing their potential. If we didn't lock them up, they would have turned the entire multiverse, including your home, into one giant playground for themselves."

"Anomaly." Luna frowned, not bothering to glance at the man cloaked in red and purple. Unlike Code, though, a red and a purple glow could be seen for his right and left eyes respectfully. "Sit and have some tea," he said, waving his arm to allow the seven spots closest to the new heroes to each gain a cup of their favorite tea.

[Assistant]
It was odd, what happened. But then again, many odd things happened back in the circus. All Leo knew was that he got sucked into the computer and ended up in this dark room. Then the green letters descended and filled a door and it finally became visible. A man stepped out of the door and then the letters dispersed, making the door invisible again. Ah, so this place was called the Multiverse, quite a name. The Pierrot didn't seem to mind the digitalized voice of the man. This place seemed to already be in a computer so it shouldn't be a surprise. Either that or he was a robot, that would be all the more cooler!

They seemed to know about the girl who suddenly spoke up. So her name was Luna. It was a nice name indeed! And the man's name was Code. Now that was a unique name right there. And then another person came in and his name was Anomaly. When Anomaly gestured that they should sit, Leo did as he was told. He quickly sat down on one of the seats, not exactly knowing what was going on but just going with the flow. In front of him was a cup of black tea, the type of tea the British drink. Leo was not one for teas and the likes but he always did find himself wanting more of the tea whenever he drank it.

His eyes went to the two men. He raised his hand like how a grade schooler would do to get the attention of his teacher. "Why are we here?" It was a direct to the point question. As someone who didn't much care on what happened next, Leo at least wanted to know why he was in the Multiverse. He also took a peek at the others and they did not seem the least bit human. Oh well! It's nice to have some variety every now and then.

[User]
Oh da..lube it up, Diana.

Things were just about to get hot and heavy in the gloomy room of a Russian teenage boy. His old Dell computer screen, the dinosaur of what it was now made a small illumination around the room, forming shadows under cheekbones and highlighting his delightful features. It has almost been a ritual at this point, beating a quick one after a game of Counter-Strike, but for some reason he wasn't feeling it tonight. Whether it be the thick odor of Kasha his mother made the night before, or the fact that he went 0-20 last game didn't set quite right. The boy didn't quite like to not finish what he had started, so he was about to go back at it when all the sudden a wall of green text appeared on his screen, covering the entirety of it, seemingly locking up his PC. He sniffed at it, confused. The boy leaned ahead in shock and gave his monitor a good clout before letting a line of static slowly drift from the top to the bottom of the screen. Nothing. Assuming it was nothing more than a chain mail or the average hacker trying to break into his computer again, he attempted to turn his PC off, but no avail. This it when a chill ran down the spine of the boy to which he skimmed past the paragraph at least several times before comprehending the entire thing. No matter how many times he read it, nothing correlated. Something about "The Crucible" bring captured and he being the hero to retrieve it! Another goddamn ad for an MMO.. but.. why must I feel so compelled to PLAY?

That's when it happened. All time and space around him collapsed. No more would he go by his regular name, but he would be known as "Pslam Silverman", the man with literally no face. Psalm was not sure what happened, and very little recollection of what happened, but never in his life did he expect to end up in a dark room with his genitalia exposed. When Psalm's vision came back into alignment, he viewed his surroundings, quickly to absorb his environment. The room contained an oval table that sat in the middle with exactly 20 chairs around. It looked like one big spooky United Nations meeting. Not long before traversing another realm, Psalm noticed his hand laying upon his privates, and he fiddled with his zipper in a slight panic to conceal them once again.

"Welcome, all, to the Multiverse. And it's good to see you again, Luna." spoke a masculine voice from above in a digitized tone. Who the hell was Luna, and more importantly, what business did Psalm have in the multiverse? A variety of information swarmed the mind of Silverman hastily in an extraordinarily strange manner. He was aware of himself and his character, as well as a basic understanding of the multiverse. Once stepping through the doorway of dissipating green letters, Silverman eyed the two figures standing idle within the establishment. However this was odd because he had no eyes. Or mouth. Or nose. In fact, the entirety of his facial features besides the fold of his eyebrows were missing.

There was a suave looking man in formal suiting. He looked like a mad hatter straight out of a Japanese cartoon. This pleased Silverman as he admired the dress he was in. To his right was a small woman in casual attire, as opposed to the gentlemen before him. There wasn't much for first impressions here, besides the fact she looked like she belonged on a farm.

"Sit and have some tea," spoke another man from the corner of the room. He seemed to come out of nowhere. In the regular world, this would have startled Psalm, but instead he just burst out with a booming soviet-esque laugh.

DA'HAHAHAHAHA! "O.K. THIS IS NO VODKA, BUT WILL DO, DA?" it was if Silverman was shouting, but this was in fact his regular speaking voice. He shook the room slightly, or so it seemed as vibrations were felt through the table, causing the tea to ripple in their cups slightly. When he spoke, his jaw moved in the way a regular humans would when they spoke. Despite having no mouth, he could still throw his voice in the deepest, loudest, and most Slavic tone possible. He took his seat promptly at the side of the table and awaited some form of instruction, sipping at his tea and enjoying himself with a feel of ease.

[Assistant]
There were many feelings that a certain dude-turned-RPG-character was feeling at the moment, as well as many thoughts rushing through his mind as he took a look at the situation. The main emotion that dominated about 3/4 of his thoughts at the moment, however, was complete and utter confusion. All he did was click "Yes" when his screen suddenly showed a random plot setup. In hindsight, it probably wasn't the best idea to click on a pop up, but when the pop up takes up the entire screen, and you returned to your computer without remembering what you had up on it when you left, some decisions are just ignored.

The dude wasn't exactly feeling all that well, as his new body was...not even close to what he was familiar with. He was floating, he was huge, and his body felt nonexistent. He couldn't feel his legs, because he didn't have any legs. His hands? A bunch of tendril-like appendages bound by rings that he didn't so much wear, as they floated around his wrists without touching him. Among other things, these parts of his body were almost completely foreign to him.

When people started talking, he looked up and found several other...interesting people in the room. Some of them seemed to know what they were doing or even what was going on. Considering he didn't even have his phone to retreat to in order to calm himself, the dude decided to ask just what was going on.

"Okay-"

The boy stopped as he heard his voice, or rather HER voice. There were many things that were wrong in the world, but a dude having a completely mature feminine voice that he imagined up for a character that he made for a fantasy RPG should not be one of them...Then it hit him. The ghostly appearance, the feel of his new body, the voice he had...It meant...It meant...

"I'M WALTZ?! I'M A GIRL!?"

[User]
Making his way to the door with liquor in hand, he gravitates upstairs to the living room where he'd last left his dusted old laptop. Setting the beers on the counter, he takes one a makes a seat for himself over at his desk. Moments after booting up, he notices his screen flicker a few times with strange text typing across the screen. He narrows in on it and automatically figures its something out of the ordinary. After finishing skimming through the text, he takes a sip of the beer and clicks 'Yes' just to see what would happen and to no avail he finds his mind warped with electrical signals pulsating throughout his body. The beer can falls- spilling across the floor with his laptops flickering screen being the only thing in sight.

Reappearing in a black room with an oval table of twenty chairs, he tries catching his breath and getting a better sense of his surroundings. What had just happened was something he wasn't quite prepared for and he steadily begins to panic before being greeted by a digitalized voice mentioning someone by the name of Luna. A few people step forth revealing themselves and taking seats across the oval table. Before taking a seat, he soon notices something strangely familiar about himself! The gauntlets, the wardrobe, his bulky size...he'd just realized he become his long-time character Eturund from an MMORPG he'd been long attached to. This was not that game, but something else. He takes a seat and a rush of excitement begins to flow through him. He takes a quick glance at the others around the table...and began having thoughts.

[Assistant]
"Well, if you are all ready, the door to the first world should be opening soon." Code said as he looked to the wall on his right.

"When Birth is ready." Anomaly added.

"Whatever." Luna frowned, downing the cup of tea. "Whoo, that's got quite a kick." she said, shaking her head.

The left door on the wall began glowing a soft green as green smoke began softly drifting from around the edges. The door opened slowly, showing only a wall of green smoke.

"Through that door is the first world and the first battle for the first clue." Anomaly said, opening the door he had entered through. "Good luck."

Luna stood with a frown and, without listening to Code, strode through.

"You need to find the person who's out of place." Code said, watching the woman disappear. "We can find the worlds they are in but it is up to you to find the actual person in each world." He spun as his door began to appear again. "Birth will tell you who it is on the other side."

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Birth stood in the center of a forest, the green smoke door just under 12 feet from him. Once everyone stood in front of him, he would bow respectfully. "Welcome." he would smile with a muffled voice and a Japanese accent. "This world is known as Toril. From the locals, I have gathered we are in one of the many forests in Cyrodiil. The person you are hunting is going by the name Ali Ababwa."

"Aladdin." Luna frowned with a sigh. "Is he alone or does he have Abu, Genie and Carpet with him?"

"Alone, as far as I know." Birth replied. "Any other questions?"


[System]
Age: 33

Race: Minotaur

Classes
Major: Farmer
Minor: Pugilist

God: Anomandaris

Appearance

Argrom stands a whopping seven feet eight inches tall, weighing in at an impressive 350 pounds of muscle and bulk. His eyes are a deep brown and his fur is a sandy off-white. Unlike the picture, Argrom does not wear anything on his horns, instead he keeps them at an average length, with the points dulled. He wears a brown belt made of leather (THE IRONY) which holds up a pair of plain beige pants. On this belt he has a variety of tools and pouches that hold stuff. On his wrists and ankles (just above his hooves), he wears a whole variety of colourful charm bracelets and amulets, feathers and other small coloured stones and even a gem or two. Some hand carved by his village elders, some by his family, and some by himself, of course.

Personality: In stark contrast to his bulk and appearance, Argrom is actually quite kind and soft-spoken for a huge bull on two legs. With a noble and strong spirit, he stands up for his friends a lot of the time, but usually doesn't have the volume of voice to prove his points. He is fiercely protective of those he considers family, friends and companions, and to injure one enough is akin to harming one of his own kin, to which he will respond with an ungodly rage that usually doesn't show itself often.

Spirit Animal: Ironically enough, a fish. Specifically a goldfish.

Equipment:* Cloth hand wraps
* Bandages for small wounds and scrapes
* A variety of different charms, bracelets and amulets, mostly made of wood or stone
* Small cutting knife
* Harvesting sickle
* Pouches containing simple medicinal salves and bandages
* Hammer
* Chisel
* Small hand pickaxe

Skills
Major - Brawler
Minor - Handyman

Magic: Some have thought Argrom's boundless strength and stamina to be merely his years of being a farm hand and working his own fields all by himself. Truth be told, he doesn't know where he gets all his energy from either. It wells up within him when he works, so it feels like it never runs out at all.

Strengths:* Being this huge minotaur, it obviously makes sense that Argrom is extremely strong, which he is. His vast strength was honed mostly from his farm work of tilling the land, hauling large amounts of crops, removing obstructions without tools and the like.
* Contrary to his size, he is also quite delicate with his big, rough hands. Having to perform precise chores like repairing tools, sewing up torn clothes and much other precision work has made Argrom very used to doing slow work with his big mitts.
* Drawing from the above, Argrom is quite adept at repairing things too. Obviously he can't fix something like a broken blade or weapon because he's not a blacksmith, but give him something like a hilt, a handle or some simple tool or piece of equipment that needs fixing and he'll fix it handily.

Weaknesses:* Argrom cannot hold his alcohol. At all. You'd think that having such a huge body would work wonders for his tolerance of the drink, but it's the main reason why he stays sober 99% of the time. He doesn't know why or how his body is so intolerant to liquor either.
* Argrom is also quite averse to violence, preferring to solve disputes using words rather than his fists. This does not mean he is a pacifist, he just prefers to talk his way out of things, though if the situation calls for violence he will reluctantly provide. Unless provoked or enraged (or drunk) of course.
* Argrom is not fast. Being a huge hulking bull on two legs means he isn't quick or graceful at all, being unable to dodge or avoid quicker hits or even move as fast as the rest.
* Because of his country upbringing, he is also quite clueless as to the ways of cities, of most of the other religions, politics, so on and so forth. He is also educated very simply, being taught basic arithmetic and language, and not much else past that.
* He is also not good at using ranged weapons or most big melee weapons like battle axes and the like.

Post Color: Light Blue

History: Born in a quiet country village some distance from human civilisation, Argrom was brought up as a country boy through and through. As soon as he could walk, speak and learn, he was taught how to tend to the fields and the animals. From an early age Argrom followed in the footsteps of his family and ancestors; tending to the fields of wheat, corn and barley that dominated the landscape, along with the rows of vegetables and the small orchard of their village. He was also homeschooled on basic mathematics and the like, though his education was little compared to how much he learned about the life of a farmer. Through the years he grew and grew until his size dominated their household, and his strength and stamina were the biggest points of his body, though little was said about his gentler nature and his pasttimes of wood carving and figurine making.

However, the peaceful life was not to last, as soon a recruitment drive for the Resistance rolled through the area they were in. A valiant rescue attempt was to take place. The Resistance needed all able bodied men to join as military men to aid their cause. Being the biggest and strongest, Argrom was sent as the village's only soldier, and now he is part of the growing efforts of the alliance, in training to rescue Szazah.

Post Sample: You should know how I post by now, Rilla, but here, a sample.

[User]
Lanariel Vanalan breathed in the cool air of the open forest as she made her way down the twisting narrow path. A strong wind caused the flowers caught in the breeze to dance about her like a spinning cyclone. Here and there a green leaf from the trees swayed among the blues and whites. A sudden sneeze rocked the cloaked figure--oh how she hated her allergies. The day was beautiful out as any fool could see yet she could scarcely enjoy it. Unused to the great outdoors, the woman found herself stuffy and congested constantly. A fate no magic she possessed could remedy sadly. It was sometimes infuriating to imagine magic was capable of countless wondrous things, yet for something as trivial as this she had no power to overcome.

Perhaps had she been a druid? No if such was the cause she would have had much more resilient a constitution in the first place. At least her journey would not last much longer. The wind was bothersome, but the heat from the sun above warmed her bones well enough. It was a cloudy day to be sure; the hooded and cloaked elf only hoped there was to be no rain. She could hardly tell the weather given her lack of experience in the outdoors.

The woman's long coat, a deep black, aided in hiding her stunning features and pointed ears. All signs that would have given away her race instantly. Her magnificent silver snow hair cascaded down and peaked from the folds of her hood. Silver eyes watched the surrounding terrain with a mix of caution and anxiety. She once again questioned the wisdom of her superiors in sending her to aid this resistance. Sure she held promise, but her experience in such a role and away from the grand temples no less… she had to admit she held some doubt in her heart. She gripped the quarterstaff in her right hand more firmly as she climbed a small hill. A few bells tied to one end that rattled with each step. Her most interesting aspect however, was not her choice of cloths or race, but instead the interact tattoo of a death mask plastered upon her face. Giving her the appearance of a black and white death head.

From her new vantage point the young elf (young in the years of elves at least) caught her breath at the sight. Countless tents, pavilions, and numerous wagons. This had to be it there was no doubt. The Moving. The younger races often thought of the most mind numbingly mediocre of names for such things. Still she guessed it was fitting enough.

Well she had at least arrived, she only hoped that the news of her coming had preceded her as her superiors had planned. She wondered what awaited her on this path she had been given.

[Assistant]
Akael was found lurking in the marketplace, though not without some difficulty. Despite his strange appearance the Elf was adept at blending in with the impoverished and down-trodden, his clothes seeming thread-bear and strictly practical his unusual characteristics were not evident to most. It would take an uncommonly observant man to spot the Elf in the crowd, fortunately for the Tengu who sought his particularly cold set of skills; he had such a man in his employ. Akael noticed him only a few moments after he himself had been spotted, but before he could prepare to escape the man raised his hand in a sign of peace. Akael's eyes narrowed, one hand clutching the knife sheathed at his side as he turned his body, hiding his intent.

"Akael, I am from the resistance, I've got a message for you." The man said, his words formulaic and practiced, as if he was resisting the urge to return to the gutter speak he was likely born into. Akael's response softened somewhat, but he was still ready to slit the man's throat as he got close to him. Akael suffered a minor pain behind his forehead as his pangs hit him, always at the most inopportune time. Gritting his teeth, he nodded his head slightly.

"You've been asked to work for the boss, the Tengu, he wants to see you, if you'd follow me I'll be able to lead you to him, he isn't easy to find." The man told Akael.

"I'll find him." Akael said, refusing to follow someone into what could possibly be an ambush. The Tengu was unique, Akael was confident he could find him. If he couldn't it was really no concern of his, he wasn't all that interested in what the strange bird-like man had to say at any rate. The man frowned, but Akael had already made efforts to melt into the crowd, disappearing in the press of bodies around him.

It took him perhaps half an hour to pin down the Tengu's location, mostly from a smattering of conversation and one nonchalant question asked in a crowd where his appearance would not alert the people to his identity. He worked from these clues to find the tent, conspicuously set against the side of the cliff, and after a cautious moment peered inside, to find that as he suspected it was a front for a cave entrance. He followed it with careful steps, knowing all too well how his steps could echo and reveal his presence to enemies, but as he ventured into the strange obviously crafted-room and spotted the Tengu within, he knew he was in the right place. He had managed to arrive first, despite almost an hour since his messenger had been sent out to find him, suggesting that the others were dawdling for whatever reason.

"I am here, Tengu." Akael said, his deep voice resonating as he spoke in a reserved, almost quiet, fashion.

[User]
Kokoro nervously fidgeted in her seat, the rocking of the supply wagon doing little to curb her anxiety. A plethora of questions and second thoughts ran circles through her mind, gaining momentum the longer she sat, and the closer she got towards the Moving, the location of the resistance. Would she be found out? Is she capable of reaching her goal? Can she even handle the tasks given to her? By the time she nearly thought of just curling up and hiding inside one of the storage boxes carrying the supplies, the wagon stopped, having reached its destination. Glancing furtively around, she slowly disembarked, before looking about. Her anxiety and stress that was built up over the course of her journey was unable to be released, as she drew the gazes of curious onlookers.

Avoiding eye contact, she weaves her way through the crowd, aiming to reach a more secluded area, preferably at the edge of the camp, while attempting to ignore everyone. Despite wearing armor, she still felt slightly out of place amongst all the gruff and well-built people around. However, before she could move too deeply through, someone had placed a hand on her shoulder. Barely managing to keep herself from shrieking at the unexpected contact, she stiffly turned around to meet a man. "I hope you aren't too weary from your travels, Kokoro, but the boss, Tengu, wants you to work for him. Allow me to guide you there.". Finding herself far too strained to speak, Kokoro could only give a stiff nod as a positive response to the man.

Being led in a winding, almost maze-like pattern, Kokoro was easily confused as they neared the rather normal tent, yet seemingly guarded quite heavily. Was this the place that she was suppose to meet this Tengu? Nervously glancing at the guards, the weapons in their hands, the messenger behind her, she got a short, "Go on." from the man, before he moved on, presumably to collect yet another person. Sighing in an attempt to relieve her pent up stress, she shifted aside the entrance flap of the tent, before blinking in surprise. A cavern entrance, behind the tent? This was most likely not a simple coincidence.

Slowly walking deeper in, her footsteps easily heard as they echoed. "H-hello?" A nervous greeting, to whatever was hidden in the shadows.

[Assistant]
Still napping, the big bull never did notice the man approach him. But once he was tapped on the shoulder, he snorted and awoke with a bit of a start. Blinking the sleep out of his eyes he sat up and looked around in a daze before settling his gaze upon the smaller human.

"Sir, the boss wants to see you. Please follow me."

"Uh, who's 'the boss?' "

"A tengu, sir. Now if you please, we're kind of in a rush."

Argrom shrugged and stood to his full height, nodding to the man as he gathered what little he had into his little satchel bag, including his half finished hat. With a wave of his hand the human bade the bull to follow, which he did obediently.

The route he followed to the tengu was long and winding, taking him through the camp through a myriad of different tents, past stalls and people and food and supplies until he reached a beige tent. Nondescript in appearance, it was the presence of guards at the entrance that gave him the hint that this wasn't what it seemed. The man opened the cloth doorflap and Argrom ducked in, a horn catching gently on the fabric. He snorted and struggled a little to free it, stumbling rather awkwardly inward as it pulled free of the tent.

Inside, the tent was merely a cover; it hid the entrance to a cave, one whose entrance was smaller than he. The bull stooped and entered sideways, his horns gently scraping against the rock as he advanced into the cave, wherein lay his...acquaintance? New friend? Employer? He didn't know. This...tengu was new to him too.

Hopefully his size wasn't too intimidating or inconvenient. His hooves clacked gently against the stone as he walked in, and soon he bumped into a lady that was in front of him, nervously plumbing the cave with a stuttered greeting to the air.

Not wanting to surprise her, he stayed quiet, though his noisy hoofsteps would've given him away anyway.

He hoped he didn't get stuck in here by virtue of him being huge.


[System]
Age*(We only except people 15 to 25): 16

Gender*: Male

Abilities*: Is an expert with various Elemental Magics. Considers himself a Jack of all trades, a master of none.

How you could work in a team: Is a precise powerhouse, can't tank hits unless wearing an elemental armor, but if he can get a solid hit in, he will end the fight.

Personality (You can keep it short if you wish)*: Is somewhat awkward around others in social situations and doesn't understand much about relationships or friendships.

Other: Number 7 on Student Council.

[User] Ryan sighed. "You'll die here! I have crippling inadequacy issues. My power is uncontrollable so I try to kill others to prove my existence." He mocked Cornelia by mimicking her voice in an unnaturally high tone. He quickly returned to his own voice. "Meruin, can we go now? They're annoying me with their attempts to one up each other." Ryan asked Meruin. "Not only that, but they actually think they can permanently kill each other. WHICH THEY CAN'T BECAUSE OF THE RULES OF THE CLASS AND OUR BRACELETS PREVENT US FROM DYING!" Ryan half yelled just so everyone else could hear him.

[Assistant]
Meruin, upon looking at the spectacle before her, opened her mouth and looked like she very much wanted to say something. Suddenly, she closed it, pursed her lips, then just stopped altogether. She turned to Ryan.

"Ah, you know what, I think you may be right. We'll step out, however, we do still have a duty to make sure this doesn't go overboard," she said. "Honestly, if it isn't Marcus and Deus, then it's Agni and Cornelia. Does everyone here have a hit-list I don't know about?"

You know what? She would hang-out with Liz. Yeah, that seemed like a much more sensible option.

[User] "Of course, of course." Ryan nodded in agreement. "I don't have a hit list. If I don't like someone, I humiliate them. Killing them is a bit overboard." Ryan stated. He quickly glanced at Cornelia. "Hey what happened to the other members of our team? I think we lost them."

[Assistant] You sir are a genius.  Marcus telepathically says back to Deus. As Deus destracted his lover he appears behind Cornelia and heavily strikes her in the back with his index finger. I know what your thinking. Why just his index finger? Why not his whole fist? Well at this level of strength him punching her could probably instantly snap her in half. After Marcus strikes her, he grabs her arms and holds her in a full nelson.  Quick Finish Her!  He states telepathically holding onto Cornelia tighter. Love is gonna have to wait. Right now ending this battle is equally important than his future relationship with her.

[User]
Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia, Lynda "Lyn" Hermit and Agni Blackheart & Cerberus
Location: Town Center

A beep cold be heard. When he heard it, Cruz took his pendant of his neck and held it. The town can't be left in shambles like this. Even if its purpose was solely for our fight..., he thought. He kneeled and placed his hand open in the ground, with the pendant under it. A giant magic circle appeared under him, as static was being constantly released from his body. Red eyes that were shining more than a polished ruby, Cruz declares his spell. "Code: Reality/RESET!!", he declares, as the static appeared more and more. A blinding and expanding light started to rose from Cruz, engulfing the unconscious Agni first.

While battling Lynda, Cerberus, finally noticed the lack of Agni's power in the air. My master...!! This cannot be...!!, the thought of Agni's defeat running in his mind, constricting the fragile pride that Cerberus had. But when he looked back, the engulfing light of Reality/RESET was already approaching. "Gggggh...!! This blinding light...!!", he said, while closing his eyes and protecting them with his arms. Behind him, the two girls were too closing her eyes. "Darn it...!! It's like when you're looking directly at the sun...!!", she said. "W-Where is Cruz?! What is going to happen to him?!", Pamela spoke, worried about Cruz. But she didn't have time to give hypotesis, as she, Lyn and Cerberus were engulfed by that light.

It couldn't be nullified by anything, nor it could be stopped by any magic of different reality. It was only an emergencial code, both for the user and for the enviroment around him. Soon, the light expanded even more, engulfing everyone into it...

@Shikaru@Eklispe@JELDare@Vec@The ghost in black@Slendy@BranchOfSin@ScorpionLantern@Zetsuko@floodtalon

[Assistant]
Meruin was for once, fully surprised by the spell Cruz unleashed. She shot a dirty glance at the blinding light, right before teleporting right next to Ryan. The light shined through them, however, the area nine square meters around Meruin was still damaged, and remained the same as before.

"Oh . . . it was harmless," said Meruin, looking around her. It looked like all the spell did was fix things. Well, whatever. Cruz should have known better than to cast a spell like that without telling anyone.

, @floodtalon

[User]
Deus nods as Marcus grabbed unto Cornelia. He began charging up his power for one last strike before it disappeared. Deus disappeared and reappeared on top of Cornelia, but Cornelia didn't sense him, since her World power had malfunctioned, she could only use it for a limited time. Deus grabbed Cornelia by the hair, and threw her up in the air. He took out Kusanagi and Impaled her through the Heart and then sliced her legs, making her unable to move for some time. Cornelia and Deus both began free falling from the sky, they were both knocked out. When they hit the ground, a loud thud could be heard.
Cornelia

Cornelia was taken by surprise as Marcus and Deus double teamed her. She sighed as she knew that she was defeated right then and there. She cursed that she held back and didn't use her final trump card named Complete Arsenal. As she free felll from the sky, she cursed at both Marcus and Deus.

[Assistant] Ryan didn't even flinch as he saw what could have been the equivalent of a magical nuke heading straight towards him. Meruin flashed next to him and blocked it quite easily. "Nice reflexes." He commented quite casually. He watched Cornelia fall from the sky and smiled a little. "I do believe it's over." He got up and cleared his throat. "Let's be quite clear here! If anyone else feels like trying to kill, maim, or destroy anyone here, then step on up! Because I am getting quite sick of being surprised by people trying to kill other people!" He yelled as he cast a minor spell to make his voice louder.

[User] Marcus smiled happily as Deus lands the finishing blow on to Cornelia. He walked towards Deus's and Cornelia's unconscious bodies and picked up the both of them carrying them on his shoulders. He was to busy being happy about the ending of the hectic battle that he didn't notice the spontaneous beam of light that in golfed him. His surroundings were rebuilded and back to there perfect state. Marcus's eyes reverted back to their normal cyan color. The sky also seem to become clearer after Cornelia's defeat. He walks towards Ryan and Meruin still carrying Deus and his soon to be girl friend. "That was one hell of a fight!" He happily shouted getting closer to them. Hopefully that was the last fight of this choatic battle royal.

[Assistant]
Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia, Lynda "Lyn" Hermit and Agni Blackheart & Cerberus
Location: Rebuilt Town Center

As the light faded away, the town was completely rebuilt. Back to the state it was before everything began. When they opened their eyes, it seemed like a miracle. "The town... it was rebuilt?", Lynda asked. "Look! O-Over there!!", Pamela said, pointing to Cruz and Agni. The technomage could barely get up. He was tired. His opponent just opened his eyes, only to see the blue sky. The hell wolf, with a single dash, reached his target. "My master!!". Cerberus said, upon reaching Agni. Pamela ran towards Cruz, holding her microphone tightly. She knew that Agni would do something. And right she were, since in the moment he got up, he alled a scythe and prepared to slash Cruz. However...

"Ugh!!", he said. Agni was unable to slash, let alone move his arm. The massive power he used backfires every time it's over, leaving him weak. However, he tried to move more and more. "My master, you must stop! You are in no condition to continue with this!", Cerberus said. "Let go of me... let me kill him already!!", he shouted. "... Is this all some prejudice? What... did I ever do to you...?", Cruz asked, with a weak voice.

Upon hearing that question, some tears fell from Agni's face. "You bastard... you even dare to ask, huh? You got balls to do that, after making me and sister suffer like you did, you murderer!!", Agni shouted again, louder than the last time. Cruz raised his head, looking directly at him. "M-Murderer... what are you talking... about? I would... never... kill... someone...", Cruz said, his voice getting weaker and weaker. "... Mark my words. I don't care what it takes, or who's getting in my way... but I'll have my revenge. I will take your life away...!! And you'll suffer so much, so much... jsut like I... did...", Agni swore. After than, not having any energy anymore, both fell down again. "My master! I... I must go for now! Please excuse me!!", Cerberus said, completely worried with his master's state. Using his own power, he took himself and Agni back to the academy.

"Cruz!! Cruz!! Wake up!!", Pamela said, shaking him. He was still conscious, but with his eyes closed. "Sorry... but I can't... go on anymore. It's... thanks to me... that... we lost...", he spoke, almost whispering. Lyn apprached him and kneeled down. "You still care about winning? After all that happened, I just want to go back...", she said, laughing a bit. "I... see. In the... next time. we'll do it. I'm... su... re....", the last words he spoke fore getting unconscious. It was actually the first time he used Reality/RESET, so his own magical system wasn't ready for something like that.

The two girls got up. Then, Pamela saw a thin thread on the ground and pulled it. It was Cruz's pendant. It was a blue cross, but its light was really dim. "It's really beautiful... I wonder if this was something that a friend gave to him.", she commented. "It's really different from anything I have seen. I don't know anything about this jewel.", she said. They kept looking at the pendant... rather, the mark wielded by the King of the Technomages.

[User] Ryan looked over at the scene going on between Pamela and Lyn. He walked over towards them and put on his most smug grin he could muster. "I don't suppose you two have an alternate form designed to try and kill me?" He asked sarcastically as he looked over Cruz. "He'll be fine. He overloaded his magical system. I amazed he didn't scar his soul, but either way he's fine. Now give up. I don't want to have to hurt you two, I'm about five minutes from passing out myself." He asked politely. This is probably the most polite he's been in the past 5 years.

[Assistant]
Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit

Both girls looked at Ryan and then at each other. "Well... I-I do give up. I'm more worried about Cruz than with some victory...", Pamela spoke while looking at the unconscious friend. Lyn sighed and gave her answer. "I don't think we have many choices, do we? I don't know about Arcadius over there, but I'm out... for now.", she said, disappointed.

Then, a weak panel appeared right at them. The message converter from the symbols to letters.

Hey... Um, you're probably asking how this appeared if I'm not awake, but... I just wanted to ask a favor.
I don't know when I'll wake up, so I want you to question Agni. I want to know why he wants to kill me that much...

[User]
@floodtalon
Elza was worried about the massive wall of light that headed towards her but didn't sense any malovent intent and assumed it had a different purpose. It turned out she was right as the wave washed over her the town became restored. Well how fun, it seemed that the only poeple left that she could see were Meruin, who she'd already lost to, Ryan, Pamela and Lyn. Well attacking Meruin would be an exercise in futuilty unless she had some sort of massive advantage over her. She jumped down from the tower sticking her sytche in the wall to slow her descent leaving a long gash down the side of it. Elza walked over to the two girls that appeared to be on the recently defeated Cruz's team. "Giving up?" she asked the pair, "Shame, I was hoping you two would be willing to fight Meruin for me, I'll take this Ryan guy." she said turning to face Ryan. "All I have to do is fight you for five minutes then I win right?" She asked shooting a confident grin his way. She could probally take him normally but with a five minute time limit there was no way he could win. Elza still didn't know what she was going to do about Meruin but she figured she would cross that bridge when she came to it.

[Assistant] " Sure. One sec." Ryan quickly analyzed Elza and smiled. " On second thought, I refuse. Good day madam." Ryan teleported away and began sweating hard. With a five minute time limit he was going to lose, no question. He looked around and saw Meruin. "Meruin, I need healing please. If you can that is." Ryan remembered to be polite at the last moment, he was sweating bullets at this point.