[System]
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"Mysterious soldiers who attacked without any warning. Little to nothing is known about them. Their powerful, cutting edge technology armaments and high discipline suggest a powerful backer behind their cause."

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Threat: Varies

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"The wolf is a sagacious predator found through pretty much all of Valys. They hunt in packs and can show incredible intelligence, devising tactics to wear down their prey before aiming for the kill. It's a known fact that wolves began to lose their fear of humans after being hunted/trained for generations. This constitutes a major danger for travelers and adventurers alike."

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Threat: Low (Common Wolf)/Moderate (Dire Wolf)

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"Bears are territorial predators that live in dense forest and hilly regions all over Valys. In rare occasions they can gather in packs, especially if threatened by a greater force. They can be distracted by loud sounds and displays of force. However, do what you must, but don't cross the way of a mother bear with cubs nearby: they prefer to die rather than give up."

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Threat: Moderate (Common Bear)/High (Dire Bear)

[User]
"Oh. Dragon."

Morgan muttered to himself as he stared up at Diana's massive shimmering form, a half-filled cartridge in his hands. While everyone else was chatting in the temple, he had taken the time to check up on his guns, and fill a few more cartridges.

This is... unusual.

Glancing over at the others, he paused for a moment, wondering what sort of conversation led to this.

I guess I'll ask someone about it later.

[Assistant]
Chen Chideta

When Zarin tried to grab Chen, he would find himself immediately recoiling due to the sheer cold that emanated from his skin. The metaphorical hearts in his eyes only grew bigger as Diana patted his head with her tail, pleased by the fact that his flattery actually resulted in good things for once. "But of course, it's only natural to sing praise of such a mighty warrior!"

"I suppose that you won't buy it if I do just an arm, right? In that case, we will have to get to the entrance. I kinda can't do it in such a cramped space." Chen got to his feet quickly, following Diana closely while still fawning over her every feature. He also very subtly made sure all of his stuff was still with him, checking his hidden pockets for his cutting cards and his sleeves for his tied together handkerchiefs. Just because she was beautiful and had rescued him doesn't mean he was a complete idiot, this could be a trap to gather everyone to one spot to kill them all. He hoped that wasn't the case, but as a magician he knew that misdirection meant everything.

They made it outside quickly, Diana removing her armor and clothing to transform. "I know that you guys wanna see if I'm not tricking you or not. But... could at least not stare too much now?" Chen blushed, covering his eyes as Diana changed. "Not a problem, it would be rude to stare at a lady while she changed, no matter how beautiful she may be." Chen was once again lying, leaving a small opening between his fingers to make sure she wasn't pulling any funny business. It didn't appear as if she was trying to trick them, so Chen let down his guard a little and looked away for real this time. "Ok, here we go. Try not to get too awed, right?"

Easier said than done. She morphed before their very eyes, a golden glow enveloping her as she became more and more dragon like. She grew larger and larger, eventually becoming a full dragon at a size of more than 300 feet. "So, what do you say... really amazing, huh? I mean, it's not everyday that you get to see something like this, right?" Chen stood in amazement, observing her from multiple angles to try and take in everything about her. She had a regal air about her, a wisdom beyond her years shined behind her brilliant eyes. "So, what do you say... really amazing, huh? I mean, it's not everyday that you get to see something like this, right?" Chen whispered something under his breath that nobody could hear as he grew closer to her, hesitating to touch her.

[User]
Esther von Degraff

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Esther listened attentively as the girl explained further about the monster. Apparently, she had gotten it wrong. The monster itself was called a Dissonance, while the horrible scream it let out from before was the Banshee, or the Banshee's Scream to be exact. And then, she talked further about some Goddess and Song Knights. Hmm, Song Knights? That sounded familiar... Have she heard about them before? And she called that Dissonance "cannon fodder"? She couldn't believe that! That was the hardest fight they had so far!

Ires interrupted her explanation however, telling how they were just myths.

In the end, the group followed the odd girl to an abandoned temple. Just like she had promised, there were other cadets there. It seemed she indeed had treated them.

And then, she declared that she was a dragon.

"Eeeeh?" Esther reacted with surprise. A-a dragon? A-aren't dragons supposed to be this big and scary lizards that breathe fire?

Before she could respond to Ires' justifiable skepticism to her declaration, one of the cadets the girl had saved interrupted their conversation as he thanked his savior. His name was Chen, and he seemed to be quite the polite person, thanking the dragon girl by giving her a bouquet of flowers. He also was quite the magician as well, doing his tricks smoothly like a professional. Esther wondered if he used his vessel's power to do it.

Zarin then chimed in, saying to Diana to transform if she wanted to prove her words to them all. Esther could certainly see the logic, but it would be really scary to see a dragon up close. She would make sure she gave some distance away from her she was going to do that.

Crispin then spoke of his own skepticism, saying how Diana didn't act like how a dragon would. "Yes, yes, I agree!" Esther chimed in once Crispin finished his words. "You're not scary enough to be a dragon!" she said to Diana.

After Leblanc spoke her mind, Diana finally calmed the group down and said that she would do it. She would transform into a dragon. But not here, since the space inside the temple wasn't big enough. Just how big is she?

Once outside, to Esther's shame and surprise, Diana began undressing herself. "W-wait, what are you doing?" she said to her while blushing. Then Esther realized she would tear through her clothes if she were to transform with them on. That would be bad as she would be forced to stay naked when she transformed back.

When Diana finished transforming, Esther looked at her new form with both terror and awe. She watched the massive golden dragon with her legs shaking.

"S-so big!" Esther said. "T-this is the first time I've ever seen a dragon!"

Esther both felt like she wanted to stay and look at the majestic sight in front of her and ran away as far as she could from the dragon. Even though it was clearly still Diana, judging by its voice, it was still a dragon, and it felt like it could just leap towards her and ate her whole.

[Assistant]
Egwene
Egwene looked at Diana's bare form, observing the girl who claimed to be a dragon. She kept an steady eye towards the Dragon. As a prideful warrior of the Empire, she will not let her guard down, not even when somebody went taking off her armour and clothing in front of her. She showed an indifferent expression, That's too small for a dragon...? Until the transformation happened.

"Holy shit..." Egwene gasped upon seeing a being from the Age of Legends appearing right in front of her. It was way bigger than what she had envisioned in her mind. She began wondering how did Diana even manage to transform to something as small as a human being. As if the enormous size and the dragonfires aren't bad enough, dragons have good enough intelligence to speak. Its no wonder that Dissonance escaped at the sight of her. Egwene stopped her sightseeing only when Gladon, the only cadet who still remembers their mission, mentioned something about wildlife.

"I'll scout out a bit, I'll see if there's anything amiss, I won't fall asleep this time~"

Egwene said as if she was in an everyday mission. She was sure that nothing would surprise her by now, be it Dissonance or Dragons. She walked out further into the woods, ready to draw her sword at any moment. She checked for anything weird within the ruins, other than dragon of course.

[User]
Leblanc Farris
 [[ Location : Enemy Encampment]]

Words went unbidden- or more aptly, were drowned before the exuberance of such characters like Chen- and they followed as though ducklings before Diana as she led them outside and began to strip herself.

Propriety be damned, Leblanc wasn't going to miss an inch of Diana if she was as she said she was. And indeed her eyes did corroborate such claims, the wings being something of a giveaway long before Diana went through with the full transition.

"Well, these are going to be some one sided negotiations." Leblanc rasped with awe as she craned her neck back to try and get a sense for the scale of the creature before them. Such as it was Diana's words carried upon a gale of their own, buffeting them with the force of her speech, and her golden scales were a touch hard to look at when the sun refracted off their pristine surfaces to detriment of her eyes. Rocs are one thing, but we are fucked if we have to force an issue. She thought belatedly.

She held no illusion anything they could do to her would do more then scratch the enamel from a few scales before Diana could swat them into the earth at terminal velocity. "Maybe we should give her the puppy and point her towards nesting towards our neighbors borders. "

[Assistant]
Zarin Malthain
Location: Ruins

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Though most were quick to dismiss the idea that Diana was in fact a dragon, the cadets did seem to believe her claims of being the one to cause the wildlife to act up. It felt a bit backwards to Zarin for them to not want to verify such a claim, but his judgement may have been skewed by personal reasons. True his main goal of getting Diana to transform was indeed to verify her story and fully prove she was disturbance, but he had also always dreamed of seeing a dragon. Truth be told, he held them in such regard, he was one of the people who believed the original three Vessel bearers were dragons.

Luckily, it didn't take much convincing and before they knew it, the cadets were outside ready to watch Diana turn into a creature of legends. As she began to undress, she asked if they would look away. A question Chen of course had to answer with flattery. "Oh good Goddess can you dial it back for one second?" Zarin asked as he sort of complied, putting his hand up to obscure his vision enough that it protected her modesty, but didn't blind him entirely.

And then, his dream came true. Standing before him was the magnificent and towering figure of a golden dragon. Despite her earlier warnings, Zarin found himself unable to be anything but completely awe struck. Wide eyed and jaw open he was nearly frozen in place by sheer amazement. The most he could manage was a weak arm flop and a soft "don't" in an attempt to grab Egwene and stop her from wandering off, all the while keeping his gaze fixed upon Diana.

[User]
"Ah, right. It must be hard to talk like this," Diana replied to Gradon's request that she changed back to her human form. She hesitated for a moment before complying. However before she changed back, she used her wing to drag Egwene back to the group, putting her within Zarin's reach. "Hey, I have something to tell you all, don't go scuttling away now. I am not gonna eat you," Diana said to the Cadets —after noticing that Esther was just as shaky— while flashing teeth bigger than the cavalry lance favored by Ires.

"If you like what you're seeing that much, I can take the time to show it in more detail later," Diana said to Chen and Zarin as they gasped in awe. "But I guess that we need to talk about things now, right?" she added after dropping her clothes behind a rocky wall. Another sun-like glow from her massive body later and she was back to human form, walking from behind the wall while fixing her glasses.

"Well, I guess that I should tell you what I'm doing here. Let's say that I'm waiting for a certain someone to come pick me up. It's not my fault that the animals from around here ran away when I was napping over there," Diana pointed to a rocky cliff not very far from the temple before, "relaxing in the morning sun. I mean, who'd think that even rocs would be such chickens, right?" she laughed out loud while explaining her story in a natural way.

"Either way, I shan't trouble you guys for long. That guy said he would be coming soon, after taking care of some personal business in the North. Men can be so problematic sometimes, ain't that right?" Diana shook her head and sighed, turning to the other girls within the group. "Now, let me ask something. Since it's your mission to end this problem and all that, does that mean that you'll be staying around? I certainly could use some company. It's really boring to do nothing other than eat and sleep the whole day."

"Of course, I can make it worthy of your time," Diana made a dramatic pause to evaluate the Cadet's reply before continuing, "What do you say of getting some special training? I can show you how to access the hidden potential that... some of you have. With my wisdom, I can even say that you all can become legitimate Song Knights, with a Spirit of your own, instead of the incomplete powers that you have now."

"Ain't I amazing or not? Ehehehe."


[System]
Age: 16

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Appearance:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Adventuring Rank: Porcelain

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

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

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

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

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

Porcelain Adventurer's Tag

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

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

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

[User]
Steppe Archer winced as she saw how painful the bites looked. Guard Lady really was tough if she was trudging around while acting like she was perfectly fine. Still, she hoped that they wouldn't become infected by anything down here. After all, filth and disease bred in sewers...but so long as she didn't expose them to raw sewage, it was doubtful that she'd contract anything after giving them a clean wash and chugging down an antidote.

At Guard Lady's signal to stop, as well as the loud squeaking, Steppe Archer's footsteps came to a halt as she drew a hand towards her blade. There were so many...and they had to kill three of these nests!? Various thoughts crossed Steppe Archer's mind, namely that this was...far too much for novices. They'd have had an easier time cleaning out the ditch, at this rate...but, now, another thought made its way into her. As she cast a glance from the lamp to the rats, an idea brewed in her head. "We can use fire to take them out. It'll um...stink. Really bad. But if I can shoot an arrow covered in cloth and oil and fire, then the fire'll spread fast with all that fur and...poop," the archer suggested, still trying to think of other side plans.

"We could also try and lure more roaches this way. But...I doubt that'd work unless we got every single roach in here to attack. Worst comes to worst though, we could cut our losses and leave."

[Assistant]
After listening to the archer's idea, Guard Lady put her balled fist to her own chin. It was indeed a much safer bet to try and burn the rats and not engage a massive group like this with only three people - but at the same time, wasn't that very risky? They'd already plugged their noses with branches, well herself and Steppe Archer - the boy had not done so - and if things were on fire, wouldn't that cause smoke or something that could it dangerous to breathe? Guard Lady wasn't very knowledgeable about things like this, but she knew that if you stood near a campfire for too long and breathed the smoke, it was bad for you.

"Could be dangerous." The boy suddenly said, having been quiet for a long while now. The halberdier's head swivelled to look at him surprised. "Fire could spread in ways we don't want. Rats would get spooked too, flee in every direction" He added.
"But there's no way we can take on that many with just us." The young womn stated.
"Agreed. We should pull back to the surface." The hooded one confirmed the archer's suggestion about leaving.

Honestly, it was there best choice. The Guild, or the one who had made this request, had woefully underestimaed both the danger and the sheer difficulty of this quest. There was no way a single group of freshly-out-of-the-oven adventurers could handle this! Maybe if they had a mage or other spellcaasters who could take out large swathes of enemies at once, or at least put them to sleep or soemthing. But with their compisation as it was, there wasn't any safe way for them to handle this task. As such, Guard Lady let out a sigh and nodded.

"I think that's for the best too. My carelessness also left me less useful in a scuffle now... I'm sorry, I'll be more careful next time." She said, giving a sheepish, apologetic smile to her two allies.

Still, now they had to trek all the way back to the manhole they had entered though. Since it was unlikely their hooded friend could pick a lock from inside the actual sewer, and upside-down no less... But the coast had been clear last time they were there, so surely it was just a bit of walking and they'd be safely on the surface again.

... And in dire need of baths and clothes-washing...

[User]
The soft tap of claws on floorboards rung out as Lizard Fighter entered the Guild. Yes he had a name, everyone did, but it seemed in this line of work saying ones name was taboo. Maybe it was an attachment thing? Whatever, the pink race was weird. Yawning widely, displaying those sharp nearly serrated teeth of his, he approached the counter. Lizardfolk weren't common to see and even some of the higher ranks were openly eyeballing the enormous being. About as common as seeing a pure-blood high elf outside of the forest it felt like.

The Guild-girl behind the counter stared at him before clearing her throat. "Are you looking to sign up?" She asked, which earned her a simple nod from him. "Wonderful! Please read this form and fill it out." She said, putting on the classic businesswoman's smile. Lots of teeth, closed eyes, tilted head. They were lucky he knew common, how to speak and write it. Taking the piece of paper, and a quill, he went off to one side so others could do reports or whatever else. He wasn't an Adventurer he didn't know what they did.

Looking the form over it was fairly simple. It essentially spoke of the dangers involved in the career, payment, not liable, blah blah blah. He signed his name and what class he essentially was. A Fighter, very general in the combat area. Sure he specialized in certain weapons but a good portion of the dealers of death had the same forms. With the form filled out he waited only a few minutes to turn it in. Another group had sidled up to give their report. Bandits, so they didn't just go specifically for monsters? Good to know.

Stepping up again he handed her the paperwork she had initially given him. A quick speed read and she gave that beaming smile again. "Alright, it's all in order! Here's your Guild Tag, please keep it on your person at all times." She said, sliding the porcelain tag over to him. Blinking he scooped it up and put it on, it almost blended in perfectly with his chest plating. "Thanks." He rumbled out quietly, his voice like distant thunder.

"If you'd like to start immediately, there are jobs posted on the board right there. Or you could just browse and wait for more experienced Adventurer's to go with." She said while gesturing to the job board. Nodding his head he shifted quietly over to the board to give it a good once over. He kind of wondered if there was any overlap at times, did people forget to take a posting down? And what kind of job was cleaning a ditch? That didn't sound very adventurous at all. But it was the easiest money he could see of the three jobs. To wait and potentially get combat experience with giant rats or goblins, or get easy money cleaning up ditch corpses? Decisions decisions...

[Assistant]
"Don't feel bad! At least we're all okay. Even if it was just rats, and just in a sewer, it was all still pretty exciting!" Steppe Arhcer would say, hoping that she could cheer her fellow adventurers up with just a little bit of enthusiastic cheers. Patting Guard Lady firmly on the back as they walked, she would flash a grin to try and cheer her up, as if to say that everything was fine in spite of their failures.

Shade would go first up the ladder, then Steppe Archer, then Guard Lady. She would exhale, before putting her hands on her hips. "So, first laundry and baths...then maybe another job?" The nomad girl would say, smiling brightly in spite of how horrendously filthy she was now. "If rats were too much, then maybe that ditch cleaning job would work out well. How're your wounds feeling?" She would add, concerned for Guard Lady. Not fatal injuries sure, but...ew. Bug bites.


[System]
[Виктория Никитина]

Age: 21
Gender: Female
Species: Shifter
Shifts are Full with no In-Between, she's either Human or Animal.
Sexual Preference: Bi-Sexual
Country of Origin: Russia, though she knows English well and lives in America.
Companion: Kubik

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Likes:
- Winter Weather
- Being Active
- Hiking / Being in the Wilderness
- Animals, especially dogs.
Dislikes:
- Loud Noises
- Large Overpopulated Areas
- Being Confronted
- Staying Inside All Day
- Heights and Falling

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Bio: She doesn't share her history with many and being raised as a shifter, Victoria knew little of any other life, though with this raising she found she could work with some of the most troublesome of animals, she understood them a bit better (she can't hear their thoughts, she just understands their actions more than humans or others would). She had uncontrolled shifts from child to creature throughout her childhood, preventing her from attending any schools as her body worked its magic upon finding a form that suited her best.

Her mother was a cougar, strong and muscular yet gentle towards those closest to her while, her father was an owl, an odd yet wise creature as he and his wife began building a family. Victoria was their second child, though she knows nothing of her older sibling she never really asked as that was the way of her family. She wound up, at the age of 11 being a wolf in her final shift and it's stuck ever since. Though she's capable of other shifts, she'll always have the wolf etched into her heart. She's now 21 and moved about 2 years ago from her mother country to a new place to build a life.

She's found herself as a Dog Trainer helping people with troublesome dogs and she'd recently adopted her own fuzzy companion to keep her company since things were just starting to get lonely. She travels a lot to keep herself fresh and occasionally watches houses while pet sitting to avoid having to rent a place in every new location. She sometimes wonders, while looking down at her wrist, if she'd ever find that somebody her parents told her was unavoidable in life.

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Occupation: Dog Trainer / Dog Sitter

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Feelings about meeting their soul mate: Excited yet Fearful. Why? Because Victoria takes pride in her work with animals, she's only really enjoyed conversing with others when it came to the fuzzy creatures around her and her line of work allows her to succeed in just that. She is though excited as she's never felt any real connection or relation with anyone except her family who were no longer around to support her in this new country.

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Kubik

Age: 3-4 Months
Gender: Male
Species: Husky

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[User]
Alekaiser kept pace though wondered if perhaps he should of shown signs of a struggle of such activities if he wanted to hide his other side but chose to ignore and kept the same pace as she did. He contemplated whether to make any attempt of holding hands or something else sappy he had witness other couples but told himself not to. Granted the names on their arms said they were soulmates but they had just met and he would hardly say the were a couple at all, perhaps friends or new close acquaintances.

"You just said you were a Ranger, right? So what difference does that make then just being in the army?" he asked while they walked to the park curious on the matter with having no real credible knowledge of any form of military. All the while his senses went on high alert, as if expecting an attack any moment and was staying on his toes. For the moment nothing seemed out of the ordinary but one couldn't be to careful and the wolf's primal instinct usual kicked in while outside.

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Thole woke with a groan rolling over on his bed, heavy lidded eyes eying the clock, seeing the time. Last time I drink before a full moon, he thought to himself as he yawned and sat up popping his neck and making his way to clean himself, no doubt still covered in whatever mess from last night's full moon kill. He had also caught scent of another were, meaning he wasn't alone in this damn town. At least it seemed that it was another loner so he wasn't in pack territory. He preferred being off the radar especially due to his past. After all who's afraid of the big bad wolf? Everyone of course.

Once done cleaning he grabbed clothes, a pair of jeans, a maroon color shirt with some form of long faded logo, and a light trench-coat before heading out the door. His home resided on the outer edge of the town so getting anywhere took time but after about a half hour of walking he soon was just another face in a group of people. He wasn't a fan of being stuck in a crowd but having to adjust to normal life meant he had to make sacrifices and personal space had been one of them after industrialization hit the world. He was on constant alert though, ears listening for something out of place, nostrils flared taking in scents and smells of the city for any unwanted guest that might suddenly be next to him, and eyes all ways shifting looking for a target.

Eventually he found his way out of the group of people into a side alley, allowing him some brief moment of space. He gave a sigh to himself rubbing his temples with a thumb and forefinger, his head still slightly buzzed with a hangover of the drinking of the previous night. He was about to head out on his way once more, trying to either track down this other wolf, better to get acquainted with any local weres face to face rather then wolf to wolf or get some more supplies for his craft when his arm began to itch. It began as a slight annoyance like a mosquito bite but grew worst every second seemingly.

"Oh what the hell is going on now?" he grumbling looking when a scent caused him to swiftly turn around coming face to face with whoever was sneaking around the alley, ice cold eyes met his brown eyes. They stared at one another for a few seconds and then she turned and ran, revealing something that he had hoped his nose had been wrong on. He quickly uncovered his arm looking at the glowing writing that had been the cause of the itch and burning a few moments before.

"Oh you've got to be shitting me," he growled ",I've been paired with a damn french bloodsucker!" His mind raced on what he should do before instincts kicked in and the wolf took charge and he gave chase, following the scent as best he could and keeping up with her.

[Assistant]
Trixy never ran as a human; That kind of thing wasn't really appropriate, given what women wore at the time. Even with that being so, her false breathing came heavy, as if her long-dead lungs were struggling for oxygen in the sprint. Breathing was something vampires taught themselves to do, so they could blend in with the living. Generally, the breaths didn't change the pace; the timing of it was something subconsciously measured. Maybe this was something more… fear? Anxiety? Well, it didn't really matter, she didn't have to face it now. She'd met him, however brief, and it was on the date written, so, prophecy fulfilled! No need for any of that mushy soul mate nonsense, right? And that's when she heard them: the heavy footfalls gaining ground behind her.

Oh no, he was chasing her. He was fast enough to chase a vampire, hell, he fast enough to catch up with one! Trixy's bright blue eyes widened and she sniffed in a deep inhale. Her nose scrunched up in disgust, how had she missed that stench? He was a werewolf, oh gods, what if he was English too? Béatrix went through her options in her head as she ran, and one thing was clear: she couldn't keep running. Werewolves were faster than vampires, and he had her scent now. He'd catch her, or he'd find her. She could stop and try to weasel her way out of this using her beloved mind games, or she could just face fate, or… she could kill him.

Béatrix stopped dead in her tracks and spun on her heels. She once again wielded her glock 22, this time with a matching twin in her left hand. One's good, two's better, especially when dealing with wolves. Her steely blue eyes locked with his in a deadly blue glare. "Stop right there, dog, you are chasing a special agent of New York's finest whose bullets are always laced with silver." Her Old French accent was quite thick, despite the time she spent travelling and becoming fluent in multiple different languages. Vampires were seductive predators, and even though she was poised to kill, she was gorgeous in that femme fatale kind of way.

Staring directly at him now, there were some things she couldn't avoid. Like the urgent burning in her wrist, and the tattoo glowing bright through the bindings that covered it. And the way she felt her heart up in her ears, as if it still had a beat. Somehow this felt more intense than when she had first met Francis. Maybe that's because she was a human then? Vampires have stronger feelings, feelings that lasted forever. But that didn't mean she had to love this man. No, hate is a strong feeling too. Regardless, her hands weren't as steady as they usually were. To a very keen eye, it was obvious that the guns were tremoring in her fingers slightly.

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Victoria merely listened as the stranger stood in the distance, still speaking into his cellphone she'd tenderly stroke the now slumbering pups head, the burning in her wrist still irritating her as she muttered lightly under her breath, 'Damnit, why can't it just go away already.' She'd huff a breath at this point glancing down as she fiddled with her watch once more.

The sound of a faint beep when the man hung-up his cell made her flicker bright eyes back in his direction, the crunch of the grass meeting his shoes ringing lightly with each step he took as he spoke towards her, "Hello ma'am. My name is Dyami. I'm a doctor and just got called to come in and perform a surgery. If your wrist is reacting like mine is, would you mind coming to the hospital and talking to me after the surgery?"

A slender arm of hers extended towards him as he offered her a card, the burning of the ink embedded within her flesh intensifying to an unbearable feeling before suddenly ceasing when one of her fingers grazed over his in the transition of the small paper object from one hand to another. Her expression shocked to begin with suddenly drifted to curiosity as the man quickly headed towards his place of work without any further conversation. Watching closely as he vanished within the crowds span she'd blink hastily as if exiting a day dream, she'd look down at her wrist, the name and date still visibly apparent as she cupped Kubik in one arm and quickly rose to both feet.

Dusting herself off with her spare hand she'd shake her head and flicker sights in the direction the man named 'Dyami' had vanished. The card now located in the same pocket as her mobile as she headed for her truck once more only to find herself sitting in the cab with Kubik still slumbering peacefully. Grasping the card from her pocket she'd look at the address printed upon it and without a second thought, began heading that way.

After a good few minutes of driving in circles lost as all hell, Victoria would find herself searching for a car park in the over-packed parking lot of the hospital the card she'd received led her to. And as she managed to squeeze into a small lot she'd look down at the tranquil pup, she'd unbuckle only to lean on an angle against the chair and part of the pick-ups door waiting for the sign of movement from the entrance of the hospital that resembled the man from earlier. She knew for a fact hospitals were against pets coming inside and so she'd wait outside for as long as was necessary.

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Age: 17

Bio: As the youngest of four, Jinayah has enjoyed some degree of freedom. She is a strange sort of princess, well-known for demanding boys' clothes since she was old enough to express it. While she will wear gowns on formal occasions, most of the time she can be found in specially tailored tunics and pants, down at target practice, or training in the yard with the knights. She is a bit on the spoiled side, which may be part of the reason she is allowed her freedoms and odd habits.

Other: Jin looks very much like her mother, especially in the eyes. This has made her father avoid speaking to her lately, which hurts.

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There was a lot to consider for Vyarin, as he is led along another great hallway by his retinue. His eyes narrowed unjustifiably at the paintings arranged along the wall. Those women, the daughters, had made something of an impression on him. He thought back to earlier in the day, how two of them had approached the assembly of princes. Each was flanked by a man, a loyal guard most likely. They were as the new moon and the full, the two of them. Was it a ploy of some sort? He had seen such a plot before, observing as his father and his uncle would question defectors. Yet all that was years ago, and Vyarin's memory of that now has faded near enough that he cannot recall for the life of him any particulars. He scratched his chin, where the scruff was just beginning to return. Focus, now, was key; it was of paramount importance that he take note of all that occurs within these walls.

The first had introduced herself as Sulhana, before the entire hall. She then approached Vyarin first, her loyal man in tow, and spoke to him, venom in her throat. As she stepped forward, he and his men stepped back. Vyarin looked into her eyes but for a split second, and looked away. Her gaze could only be surpassed in its strength by his own father. He had spent enough time with his father to know; the older man was never shy to display his anger, and very quickly do all who counsel him learn to recognize when they are being spat at. So too was the case with this Sulhana, who although of shorter stature and more slender form, spoke down to Vyarin in the nature of a host to their unwanted guest. Her guard translated, his mastery of the Prozdy speech impeccable, but overly literal, and the language of Astalia did not map perfectly to that of Prozdy, it must be admitted. Vyarin found the man curious, in a way. Did his ancestry stem from the League? Had he served under a prince within? As Sulhana finished, Vyarin gave a nod to her, and another to her translator, and they moved on to the next prince.

The second daughter was the true surprise. Rather than making use of a translator, she spoke to him directly, calling him by the traditional manner and offering to him a gift. The jewel was magnificent, larger than his own thumb by at least twice, cut with obvious masterwork. Vyarin reached out with his hands and took the box.

"I receive this . . . err . . . in your honour," he had said. Poetics did not come naturally to him. Yet, she had made the effort to speak to him as the nomad-chiefs did, so he felt he ought respond in kind. He didn't dare try the same in Astalian; that sounded a path towards disaster.

The crowd, with time, began to depart. Vyarin took one last look at the other princes, then at his own retinue. The loyal men returned his look with their own, some of them quizzical, most of them tired. After a brief silence, one of them approached, and whispered.

"Your orders, superior?"

"Go into the town and collect the rest. We were promised food and shelter, let them feed and shelter us. If any of them managed to get themselves into trouble . . ." Vyarin thumbed the little jewel in his hand. ". . . Pay off their grievances. We have excess coins; not steel." As for him, well . . . the Court of Flowers awaits.

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Annalise stood when the Princes entered the hall and greeted them with her father. She would be lying if she said that each one didn't peak her interest. Each and everyone of them was so incredibly different. She had known this would be the case however actually getting to see it was something else. She greeted each with a smile and a bow of her head, but said nothing. As soon as her father began speaking she took her seat, observing the individuals as he spoke. Trying to read each Prince's reaction to the situation. Both Sulhana and Loreena addressed the Princes directly. However Annalise had decided to observe before taking action. She knew all too well that as the eldest at least a few of them, if not all, would attempt to claim her as there's. She has no intention of taking the situation lightly. Whoever she married would inherit both their own kingdom, as well as hers when both of their parents could no longer rule.

The eldest daughter had gracefully slipped out of the main hall when Loreena was giving them their gifts. In the hopes that they were distracted by her sister. The suitors who had joined them seemed to simply be adjusting to what was happening. They weren't showing their hands yet, and she wanted some time to think before she joined Sulhana in the Court of Flowers. After all she had a whole country to think about.

Annalise soon found herself in the castle's Library. She would often come here to distract herself. Reading some of the old tales that were here helped calm her down. Though today her thoughts were too strong. No amount of books could distract her from her thoughts today. There was too much riding on the decisions to come. The man she married would lay claim to not only his own thrown, in the case of all the men besides Gil, but also Astalia's thrown.

As she looked at the many books on the shelves her thoughts wandered to the Princes who had arrived. Logically, if she wanted to ensure that Astalia remained a military power within the continent her choices for suitors were the Prodzy Prince and the Jorda Prince. Both had strong military forces. However there was an unknown with the Elven Prince Alvaro, and the Orcish Prince Gil. Of the two however Prince Gil held no claim to his people's throne. From what Sulhana had managed to get the young prince had little to no desire to rule. As the third son he had the most freedom among his siblings and seemed content to maintain that status. The likely-hood that he would have any interest in herself was slim to none. Then again, a man who had no interest in ruling would be far more likely to let her take the responsibility of doing so.

Annalise decided that clearly she was not going to get any peace of mind from reading and headed, finally, toward the Court of Flowers. A handmaiden scurried back into the castle from the courtyard and stopped only briefly to curtsy in her direction, then continued on her path. She was about to enter the courtyard when the sound of music reached her ears. She paused outside the door and listened. A tear fell down her cheek as she listened to her sister's song. They were all so young when they lost their mother, and their father hadn't been the same since. Annalise only had vague memories of her mother, her siblings were likely the same. Jin had barely entered the world when she had passed. How ironic that the daughter that looked the most like her mother entered the world shortly before their mother left.

It took her a moment, but she composed herself and walked into the Court of Flowers. The veil that covered her slightly discolored right eye was still secured to her hair, she had honestly meant to remove it but had forgotten it was there since she couldn't see it. Her pale blue eyes hid the difference well from a distance, but up close it was obvious that one eye was much closer to a silver color, and this eye never focused on anything. The obvious sign that she had no sight in her right eye. She worried this would make her less appealing to the suitors and ruin the whole plan but now was not the time. Her functional eye landed on her sister, as she walked to her.

"Why must my younger siblings show me up so extravagantly?" She teased embracing Sulhana in a short hug, releasing after only a few seconds. "Do you think any of the men will come?" She questioned though it wasn't something she was expecting much of an answer to, she was more asking herself out loud. She wasn't even sure her other two sisters would join them. Jin especially, this was not her type of thing. She hoped that everyone would turn up. A chance to converse without the prying eyes of their father and the nosey members of the court would be fantastic. They would all get a sense for each other before they had to appear in public, at a ball no less.

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After it seemed the ruling family was finished addressing them and they were officially allowed to wander the grounds Gil left the Hall without a word to any of the others there. Aldar and Sioban followed behind him as he left, though he quickly dismissed both men to do as they pleased. Aldar excused himself to go make sure the group's sleeping arrangements were prepared but Sioban continued to follow the Prince around.

Sioban was young for as skilled of a Shaman as he was. Though he looked to be the same age as Gil, Sioban was in his early thirties. He was by no means a master at his craft but he was far more skilled than others at his age. Though there was a decent age gap between the two, Gil and Sioban were pretty good friends so the Prince had no qualms with the Shaman following him around.

"Do you plan to attend that gathering the Princess was speaking about?" The Shaman's amber eyes landed on the Prince, he seemed he had more to say but kept it to himself. Gil took a moment to think. He was told he could decline but it seemed rude to do so. Not to mention what he would say about his character if he refused to interact with any of the Princesses outside of official functions. Though he didn't particularly care for marrying any of them, it was for the benefit of his country and his people.

"It would be rude to not attend. Plus the opportunity to get to know them before all eyes are on us would be ideal. So yes, I do intend to attend." He glanced over to the man beside him who smiled lightly. "Which means you will have to go bother Aldar for a while. I don't need a babysitter." Gil's blue eyes squinted at the half orc beside him, who was chuckling to himself.

"I had no intention of following you to the Court of Flowers. I was going to take the time to prod at the minds of the court mages here, I have never met a mage so I figured it would be fun to compare notes." Gil gave the Shaman a skeptical look. "Relax Gil when I say prod I mean talk not invade their personal thoughts. You know that takes a while to prepare anyway. Plus I am sure Mages would know how to defend against something like that. Anyway, I am leaving you now. Don't embarrass us in front of the ladies. Good luck." Sioban slapped the young Prince on the back before turning on a heel and walking back down the hall he had come from, leaving Gil to his thoughts as he wondered.

It was a short walk from the time Sioban left him to when he made it to the Court of Flowers, after asking a servant for directions. He stopped beside the door, staring at it for a moment. He mentally prepared himself to use the Astalian native language, rather than Orcish. The advantage of having a collection of citizens from every country is there was always a tutor in the languages he needed, so he and his brothers were all and least conversationally fluent in most of the languages spoken on Sahas. When the invitation was sent out Gil's practices went directly to Astalian and the languages spoken by the remaining countries free from the Empire. With a sigh Gil straightened and entered the Court of Flowers. A quick glance said he was the one of the first here, not even all the Princesses had made it. He should have had Sioban add the ribbon to this hair before coming here, maybe then he would have been the last. It was too late now, so in a heavily accented voice Gil greeted those there already. "Greetings." He bowed his head a little in respect and then his blue eyes watched the reactions of the others.

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Jinayah stood politely in the great hall, waiting for the ceremony to be over. It may have looked like she was bored on the outside, but inside, she was having quite the panic. She had yet to speak a word to the foreign princes. Gifts! Why hadn't she thought of that? Then again, it's not like she was one to win over people with fancy presents. Her preferred method of making friends was finding common ground and matching over that. So what if said common ground had been arguments over the best swordsmith and one actual duel over the reputation of the best bowyer in the business?

What was she going to do? For the first time in her life, Jin felt afraid of who she was. Forget falling in love; that fairy-tale nonsense was bound to be impossible. What if none of these men would simply put up with her? What if her natural inclination just scared them off? Then her father would be down one crucial alliance, and there could be an easy weakness against the growing threat of the empire! She had more or less accepted her fate as one of her father's "pieces on the board". But now she was rethinking things. What if everything was ruined? Because of her? AGAIN?

The ceremony ended at some point and people began to drift away. She also left in a distracted manner, her feet moving on their own, and her head adrift in thought.

It was no hidden secret in her heart that she felt responsible for her mother's death. Her siblings had treated her a bit differently in their early years. Sulhana's cutting remarks had lasted the longest. Unfortunately, some of them had been memorized in the corner of her mind, and burned like a fresh cut. Her father, gods bless him, had done his best to connect with her. But to look at your child and to only see the face of the one you loved, gone because of that same child… It was no wonder they never spoke anymore. She understood it plain – her birth and Mother's death had put them on this path. Maybe if Mother had been alive, there would have been a different solution to alliances. The four of them wouldn't be in this situation. Maybe if she had never been born at all –

Jin took in a sharp breath, feeling her eyes swim. Suddenly, she just felt so out of place. Her chest seemed to buckle in on itself. The candles in the hall seemed to swirl around her, the very stone closing in. She struggled to breathe. Outside, she had to get outside. Luckily, she was nothing if not fast, and her strong legs carried her to the nearest exit past the Court of Flowers.

It seemed she was right back where she had started, in the training yard. In her ballgown and regalia, she probably looked absolutely ridiculous. She strode to the shed where the training blades were kept, feeling her chest start to loosen the moment she laid hands on the sword set aside for her. Familiar steps drew her into the sword dance, and she quickly lost herself in the motions. She would go the party, and soon, but first she had to calm down, her own way.


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Nickames
Penny

Age
16

Gender
Female

How did they get onto the Officer Programme?
Penelope was promoted from the standard soldier classes at the academy.

Prefered Weapon
Sword and Buckler

Appearance Details
Can be paragraphs or bullets following this guideline:
* Hair: Blonde | Wavy | Worn either in a ponytail or loose
* Eyes: Blue
* Height: 5'5
* Body Type: Slim (Ectomorphic).
* Clothing Style: Light Dresses and Casual Clothes | Penelope can often be found wearing light dresses (such as that in the picture above) or casual clothes, including simple shirts, jeans, cargo pants, and other comfortable clothes

Personality Traits
Though generally a nice individual to have to deal with, Penelope does have a bit of a rough side to her sometimes gained from interacting with her brothers so much as the only daughter of her family. While she often won't, she isn't afraid of telling someone that they've screwed up if it really has turned out to be the case and she's mad enough. She can control her temper and she can take a few negative hits or insults from others, but if you're going off on her than you can expect that she'll return the favour. That being said, Penny tries to make sure that she doesn't damage her relationship with those that don't turn out to be negative people - not just her friends, but she feels that if anyone is a nice person, then they should be treated as such.

Biography
Proper education isn't received by those who can pay for it, it's earned by those who push themselves to learn. The McGareth family pushed their three sons and one daughter to learn and educate themselves, and where a proper teacher was not present instead incentives pushed the children to learn for themselves. While the family could not properly afford an education free resources such as a library and the world itself was present for the children to explore - the world being limited to the city of Meisa's and its outskirts, and as long as they were back in time for dinner. Where one child may struggle there were three more to help ferry them along, and work for the children was forgone while the children were educated. It was all in hope that the children would educate themselves to get at least somewhat decent jobs and feed that money back to the parents.

It didn't really work as well as intended. Instead of building up a sense that they should educate themselves and study, the children didn't feel a sense of duty to do that. While they did educate themselves most days, it was very easy to become distracted and end up playing. As they grew, they only partially educated themselves - how would mother and father know if they were playing hide and seek instead of learning, particularly if they were doing it at the outskirts, by the walls of Meisa? They figured that if they had to grow up and work for money, it would be easy - after all, mother and father were in the lower-middle class, and they managed just fine.

Penelope's mindset was in unison with her brothers. She often did read and learn more than them, but that was because she found that fun to do, and did it for that fun rather than to learn like their parents told them to. And when she wasn't reading, Penny was playing with them, messing around with a slingshot or stick-fighting them. It was that last part that most likely led to Penny's goal of going to Estermere - she would look up to the walls and see the soldiers up there, guarding Meisa against threats unpresent or threats unknown, she didn't know which because she was never told. She duelled with her brothers, imagining she was a knight and her opponent was some kind of grand foe she had to defeat.

In a few years' time, Penny was no longer dueling with wimpy sticks snapped off of trees, but instead purpose-made, duelling sticks, wooden batons. She was no longer dueling with her three brothers, but instead classmates in the 1450 class of Estermere Academy's soldier programme. duelling might have been an improper word to use, as besting her classmates might have been better. What education that she managed to achieve already put her high in the class, but it was her duelling technique that pushed her to the top. She was consistently managing to strike down her classmates, and while losing the occasional duel was still a force to be reckoned with.

Penelope's consistent high performance was most likely the reason that she received the option of transferring to the Officer's programme. It was an opportunity that she could not refuse, feeling that if the academy was willing to offer her the position that definitely meant that she was fit for it.

Misc.
Joana Gröblinghoff | Cornsilk (FFF8DC)

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Pax Triston was not eager to be attending Estermere Academy. It was a military school, and they had no desire to be part of any military. That did not change the fact that they were currently on their way to the academy. They didn't have much of a choice. Their father, Lord Markus Triston of Coastal Cliffs, wanted to send Pax away. Pax couldn't really fault the man for that decision. There was a constant tension in the air while Pax was residing at Triston Keep. Pax gave their head a shake. There was no reason to dwell on the past. They had to keep heading up the mountain.

Pax looked up from the book that they had been studying about older languages from across the world to look out the window as the carriage maneuvered pass another turn in the road. They could finally see the Academy. It certainly looked impressive. Pax knew that it was still a fair distance away. It would only grow more impressive as they got closer. Pax turned back towards their book. They had basically stolen the book from Triston Keep. Thankfully, along with the other books on almost forgotten languages, it wouldn't be missed. If they were it would a simple matter to return them.

The carriage eventually stopped as a voice called out, "We have arrived Mr. Triston."

Pax placed their book back in their personal satchel as they exited the carriage, "Thank you Gabriel." They faintly smiled up at the coachman, "Please be careful on your way home."

Gabriel nodded in respect, "I'll be on my way as soon as I'm soon sure your things have been put away properly Mr. Triston."

Pax turned to get a better look at Estermere Academy, "Thank you Gabriel."

With as close to goodbyes as Pax was going to get with as close to a friend as they had been done they headed into the building. It was easy enough to ask a few of the guards where new students in the officer program were supposed to go. With that information gathered. The new student headed towards the dining hall. There were already students gathering. Absently Pax wonder what the time was. They knew that there was a time every new student was supposed to be here by. They just didn't know when that time was. They didn't think that it was any time soon. There weren't enough students here yet.

Pax scanned the room to find a rather empty place in which to sit. Once a suitable spot was located, they made their way there. As they walked, they passed a few people taking to each other as well as others looking to avoid social interactions. There were people from all over the world. Pax was astounded by the sheer number of different type of people. Maybe being here wouldn't be bad. It would certainly be a learning experience.

Pax arrived at the place they had pick and sat down with a surprising amount of grace. They pulled out their book to return to their studies. Pax wondered if there were language classes here. That would be another reason this ordeal could be bearable. The truth was, even though Pax knew they didn't really want to be here, this wasn't that bad a place to be. It certainly wasn't ideal, but it did get them away from Coastal Cliffs and it would certainly teach them things they couldn't learn in Rockveil. They might not want to be a part of any military in the future, but it would give them a chance to make future they didn't think they could have if they hadn't been sent here. Pax supposed they could be tentatively optimistic.

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Dozens of burly men were gathered around a feast fit for royalty. Thick slabs of meat from all sorts of beasts were piled high atop their silver platters, dripping fat onto the ornate tapestries around the dining room table. One of them, Roan's father, rose from his chair with a large glass of wine held in an even larger hand. The motley of furs that covered his body rose with him, making him appear more beast than human for a few short moments. Roan's mind was elsewhere, incapable of perceiving anything but the man's bearded mouth opening and closing. It was only when a strong pat on the back hit Roan that he realized everyone present had turned their heads to him. He was being congratulated.

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It had felt like an eternity since the day the academy had accepted him. Through a few hushed donations aided further by connections, but accepted nevertheless. Neither his brothers nor the rest of his family knew the truth, so the boy had paused every time an employee had politely asked about his background. He was relieved that the arrival was nearly over, at least.

Roan stepped out of his carriage, nearly forgetting to acknowledge the coachman's existence. He glazed over the walls of the academy and wrapped his arms around himself in a manner that didn't look comfortable. It was the least he could do to not feel so exposed with how thin his clothes felt. For Roan who had been accustomed to sleepless nights in cramped chambers, surrounded by hand-etched glyphs up to the ceiling, hands soiled with ink and desperate to write more, the gentle outskirts of the academy were alien to him. They had nothing in common either with the wintry plains of Kyavik, that demanded one bring a shovel and a rifle at the minimum.

"Indirect information. Instructions?" he muttered to himself. His eyes flickered towards a boy his age receiving directions.

Unfortunate. He had hoped their welcoming ceremony would be informal enough to allow him to explore the academy to the fullest extent of his desires. Roan expected no less from such a prestigious academy, however. He reasoned it was for the best to do as told for the time being.

On the surface, the deal he struck with his father seemed simple enough. The game piece known as Roan Borza would be relocated elsewhere so as to not drag the rest down, and as a result it would be spared from having to participate in the modern clan's battlefield, the gathering. He would use this opportunity to elevate his abilities in the refined and complex art of magic, and thus function as a sort of ornament for the rest to gawk at and admire. There were other implications, however. Having a skilled magician in the family had its uses if the relations between clans ever soured to the point of violence. It didn't surprise him that his father thought that far ahead. Sacrificing a game piece of lesser value to spare the rest was too obvious of a strategy.

He clicked his tongue. Even multiple nation's worth of distance couldn't keep him from thinking about politics again. He'd just have to approach his new life a single step at a time. As he entered the dining hall his father's advice rang crystal clear in his mind. Study well, be a warrior. No fires.

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Returning to Estermere was something that delighted Penelope McGareth. After a few years, there was something familiar about the place, a familiarity that she believed would last throughout her next few years at the academy. Graduating to the officer programme felt a little funny, as her friends would be continuing their soldier programme years and would end up graduating before her; even though she was going to be getting better and further training than them, it still felt almost like she was being held back. By the time she graduates from the officer programme, she knew that her old classmates would already have a year of experience in the field. The training compensated for that, she knew - she figured that even with them being more field experienced than her she would still have the knowledge to stay up to par with them. It was just funny to think about.

Penny could tell who was in the school before and who was new. The teenager had very little with her to bring into the academy, for as she had been there before her belongings still resided inside, though had most likely been moved from her dormitory bunks to where the officers stayed, a place she did not have the privilege of visiting many times before. Those who had their belongings with them, who carried them along, who had visitors going with them to wish their final goodbyes (most likely their patrons and sponsors as much as their family) were those that were new. She wondered how a lot of them would adapt to the culture of Estermere, especially those that were nobles. It felt oddly good to stare at nobles as equals, rather than having to look up at them. Perhaps that was an evil thought - she could see a noble trying to impose his position on her and her response being a simple shrug - but it was an idle thought that kept her mind at ease. She knew that the new few years were going to be challenging for everyone. But as Penny looked at those in the same carriage as she, and at those in the other carriages, she wondered if some of them even knew how to handle a dagger, let alone a sword. Then again, Penny had to remind herself that she had entered the academy with the swordplay training of a goat. But she had excelled, and Penny believed that they could, too. It just might take longer for others.

Once she had arrived at the main gate, Penny made her way over to the gate guards. She didn't have any large possessions on her, just a backpack with temporary belongings before she could get her hands on her original belongings that had been moved over. Approaching the guards, she eyed them up temporarily. She would have been one of them in the future, had she not been selected to be an officer. Penny leaves her belongings with them, openly respectful and privately thankful for their presence. She knew that it could be boring just standing there for hours with nothing happening, especially at Estermere, where nothing bad was bound to happen. Her prior training had seen to that part of her knowledge.

Due to her previous placement within the academy, Penny did not need a guide to the dining room. The teenager simply made her way there on her own, as naturally as walking in her home. She took a look around, before nodding her head and seating herself. She was proud of her journey so far, and she was prepared to keep going.


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Gift- Potential Release: An innate capability to draw out and amplify the abilities of the body and soul. At its base form, it is simply a release on the subconscious limits that the body places on itself, but with the growth of the user it becomes possible to instantaneously draw out power beyond the standard limits. Due to repeated use of this, the thread of draconic blood from Sabu's lineage has been drawn out and amplified, and moreover through use of the Gift it is possible to temporarily acquire might on par with a Dragon.

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Biological Harmonization Feedback Magic: A branch of magic that forcefully harmonizes magical energy with the individual's specific force of life, takes it into the body, and then repeatedly runs it through the body. Like a sort of metaphysical circulatory system, the body itself is turned into a circuit that runs this harmonized magical energy through it at increasing speeds, amplifying physical capabilities in line with the number of pulses that can be achieved at any given time. A very common form of magic that is essentially standard-issue among human soldiers, and the most common means through which humans become able to match monsters in combat. Better known by its colloquial name: "Muscle Magic".

Name: Aya

Gender: Female

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Species: Goblin Druid

Ability Rank: C

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Whacking People with Sticks: Information unavailable, but you can still likely figure out what this one entails.

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[User]
Redd took a moment to take in the information he was given. The most important thing seemed to be that evolution was not simply useful in obtaining the blood of stronger species, but that it was required for his body to handle such precious blood. The next that entered his mind was that while this creature seemed very powerful, he was an artificial creature. Even if he had blood, it would be unnatural, and for some reason it made it seem unappealing on a deeper level.

It seemed that the ancient being suggested combat as a logical course of action. Redd was not opposed to this if was a way to further this goals, and combat did have the added benefit of blood shed.

The final thought was that vampiric evolutions would displease humans, however he already seemed to have this idea. However, humans was just a means to an end, once he had evolved into a form stronger then them, he would no longer have use of them. Though, for the time being, perhaps the adventurer's guild could be of service.

[Assistant]
Iris had to admit she was a little amused by the pair's attempts at employment being shot down. She was also a little relieved she would not be left behind by them as they studied under an expert mage. She decided to not ask why a mage would make an artificial being look like an 8 year old as she was far too busy absorbing everything else he was saying, particularly his comments about Yggdrasil and her gift.

She was certainly interested in how it would possibly expand in future, talking to nature certainly sounded interesting though she was unsure as to what tales a tree would tell. She was also interested in the prospect of Yggdrasil's guidance, though as the pair had demonstrated with their attempts at gaining apprenticeship it was likely she would need to become something worth tutoring before she approached the mighty nature monster.

"Quick question, why did you call Yggdrasil a freak?"

It was interesting that the artificial boy would insult Yggdrasil yet still recommend her to seek him out. She imagined she could get better info about the lord of the forest from the chief and Aya, but the homunculus might have something of an outside perspective that might come in handy.

There was also the fact that they all had that otherworldly information within them, a strange thing indeed. All with gifts, all with forin info and all…

"Oh and I don't know how useful the info is but we were all asleep for a few days after being born. That might be sign someone has otherworldly info like us"

[User]
Two

"Eh?"

A mock sort of surprise flitted across the homunculus's face at Ivy's question, which then shifted into amusement. "What sort of question is that? I call it a freak because it's a freak. It's like Father's always said, calling whatever it is a tree is off the mark. The Adventurer's Guild officially has it classified as a tree-class monster with a mutation that gives it abnormal spiritual strength, which makes its poisons and its control domain off the charts, on top of letting it control magical energy inside that domain. But, here's the snag, it doesn't matter how strong your spirit is, creating a domain that controls the world within a specific area like that is impossible with methods like that. Doing the impossible, what else do you call that but a freak?"

Shrugging haplessly, Two let out a chuckle under his breath, an unseemly look for one of his apparent age. "If you ask Father, though, then it's not that Yggdrasil has that spiritual strength because it's a mutation, it's that it has that spiritual strength because it's the only one that's not mutated. As for what that means, only Yggdrasil and Father know. My Total Appraisal might be at the peak, but I don't have the insight needed to make perfect use of it, like owning a library but only knowing a handful of languages."

At Iris's other remark, though, he nodded slightly. "...hm, yeah, that probably has something to do with it. Injection by a foreign source, divine intervention maybe, who knows. It's probably nothing special though, so don't go getting a bloated ego; I said We've seen this before, after all, and the last person We saw who had that sort of information got full of himself, grabbed a sword, and went charging into that dungeon that not even Yggdrasil knows the contents of, despite it being in his forest. Don't be like that idiot. Also probably stay away from Father's tower. I'll be reporting this all to him, so if you decide to visit, odds are he'll make you an experiment in an attempt to work that information out of you."

[Assistant]
Kluuto

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"Ah, I see..." Kluuto responded to the boy's answer. Now she felt dejected. She realized that she really didn't have that much in a way of employable skills. It would be hard for her to get the job she wanted at her current state. She formed a plan in her mind however. If she couldn't get employed, then at the very least, she could frequently visit the library and visit the books there. Who knows? With enough knowledge, perhaps she would gain the needed criteria to evolve. Probably to some bookworm creature but as long as it could cast magic, she didn't care. Sure, she preferred to have a humanoid evolution, but knowing magic was the most important thing now.

Kluuto then watched as the others got their examinations as well. It seemed like their results were mostly the same, though of course they had differing gifts. However, he remarked that it was strange for a bunch of the goblins to be born with souls like them, with information that even he couldn't grasp. Well, she couldn't argue with that. She had a feeling that they were a special bunch.

Iris then asked why he thought of Yggdrasil as "a freak". He answered with a pretty good explanation, how it was pretty much a really strong tree monster and how it managed to do something that should be impossible with its methods. She didn't understand it very well, but now she knew just how strong Yggdrasil was.

Hmm, so there were others like them as well. That felt somewhat comforting. They weren't the sole ones with this oddity after all. The boy then warned them not to get cocky. Of course they won't, or at least she won't. She had no plans to go out there and fight monsters. Her evolutionary route and her gift preferred a nonviolent approach after all.

Yep, duty noted. Won't go near this boy's father's tower.

[User]
Well she supposed that was a somewhat reasonable reason to call Yggdrasil a freak, though it was still rather rude in her opinion. Still, his information was certainly interesting, though she wasn't entirely familiar with all of the concepts. While she could sit here all day asking follow up questions she decided against badgering the mage for any more information. Plenty of time to find out what control domains and the like where in future.

As for the info that they were not the only ones who had that foreign inforamtion thing, well, that wasn't that surprising. There was a whole brood of them with that same status, the odds of them being the only ones like that seemed slim. She took his advice of not getting full of herself or going to his father's tower to hart and then turned to Sabu.

"So what's next on the tour?"

[Assistant]
Lyminia

Everything the homunculus before her was saying was interesting in part, leading Lyminia to not really speak up for a minute as the other Goblins asked questions of him. From curiosity about this "boy"'s creator, to why he had mentioned the name of a god in what she assumed was the human tongue whilst using his "Total Appraisal" ability on her, there were perhaps more questions than answers for her right now. Indeed, she perhaps wanted to know more than she had time to ask about, especially with one of the other females asking about where they would head next on the tour of the city. While the rejection of a job left her simply shrugging in response before, as she was admittedly and unskilled Goblin, Lyminia did want to ask a few things real quick to make sure she had the info she needed.

"Hey, i have just a few more quick questions just to make sure of some stuff, since everyone else got a chance to ask," she said aloud, moving forward slightly and taking her turn to quickly throw in a few things she wanted to hear the answer for before the group might leave to their next destination, "One, am i able to learn magic even with that weak fire elemental essence affinity of mine? Two, would training in Yggdrasil's forest or such have any value for me? Three, what is a way to try to contact the gods, if there is one for even a little goblin like me? In essence, would there be any use trying to pray to any of the gods, or would that just be stupid on my part if i tried it? And four, why did you mention Vaish when appraising us?"

It was a lot, but she did not want to leave without getting some more answers. She wanted to understand some thing before moving on, so at least she would have a better idea of things. Whether to try to learn magic or not, if attempting to contact the gods would work at all in the manner she was thinking of, if training in a place like the forest of 'that freak' would be of any use since volcanoes and such would get her killed this early on, and the like. That would help shape what she would be doing with herself in the future, anyways.

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Sonata@Hammerman@DracoLunaris@Leotamer

[User]
Two, Sabu
"Gahaha! Glad you asked!" Sabu spoke up sharply at Iris's question, seeming glad that someone had asked him specifically for something instead of the homunculus. "The options are practically infinite! A human restaurant for a meal that dwarfs our tribe's creations, the Adventurer's Guild, the Mage's Academy, the library, the military outpost, the marketplace, the only limit is your imagination!" He remarked, letting out another laugh as he leaned his torso back slightly.

Meanwhile, Two didn't seem to change his expression even slightly in reply to Sabu's outburst. "One, of course you are. So long as your soul's strong enough, you can at least try to learn magic, affinities aside. Having the affinity means you can train in that specific element, but even if you didn't have an affinity, there are countless forms of nonelemental magic. All of you can train in magic to some extent thanks to your souls, it'll just take some effort. Two, not any more than any other place. Its domain is ideal for things like earth, air, and water elemental essences. Like I said, volcanoes are your spot of choice. Three, there isn't. Even if there was, why would they listen to you? There are two to three humans in the world who the gods bother with at all, and that's because they're the peak of humanity. As four four..." He trailed off for a moment, shrugging slightly. "Who knows? It's just the incantation, plenty of them invoke gods and most of them are meaningless in doing so. Besides, almost all information on Vaish was lost in the Great War anyway."


[System]
BASIC
Goes By (Nicknames): Maleficent (alter-ego); The Winged She-Elf; She-Devil, Devil's Incarnate (by Thorin); Delva, God-Mother (by Fili & Kili).
Royal Titles: Lady of Ambaróna/"Fangorn".
Other Titles: First Commander of Isengard, Sauron's Most-Trusted Servant (as Maleficent); The Watcher; Guardian of Durin's Folk.
Age: 5,739 (Looks 37-38)
Gender: Female
Race: Elven Hybrid (Sindarin and Noldor Bloodlines)
Other Bloodlines: Silvan and Teleri (Through her grandfather's relatives)
20/20 Elvish (10/20 Sindarin, 6/20 Noldor, 2/20 Silvan, 2/20 Teleri)

APPEARANCE
Face Claim: Angelina Jolie
Hair Color: Medium Brown
Eye Color: Yellow-Green (Boldly-luminous when furious/angry)
Skin Tone: Creamy
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 119 lbs
Body Build: Slim

Finger Claws:

Curved Daggers:

Combat Outfit:

Dresses for Two Towers/Return of the King

Wing-Cloak

PERSONALITY
OVERALL PERSONALITY
Likes: Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Hobbits, Ents, Happiness, Animals, Peace, Music, Plant-Life, Training, Flying/Sightseeing, Yearly Seasons.
Dislikes: Death, War, Chaos, Greed, Spiders, Maleficent, Orcs, Sorrow.
Strengths: Fighting/Combat, Flight, Knowledge, Wisdom, Harsh Temperature Resistance, Protective/Affectionate Nature, Keen Senses, Agility.
Other Powers: Wallcrawling, Banshee Scream, Enhanced Strength, Telepathy, Telekinesis.
Weaknesses: Stubbornness, Loneliness, Anger, Vindictiveness, Split Personality.
Fears: Sauron, Losing Family.

Elegant | Unpredictable | Capable | Headstrong | Mysterious | Maternal | Observant | Intelligent

Everyone believed Saeril to be born as a creature of chaos and pure evil, but they just do not know the true story. In actuality, Saeril is a good-hearted, nurturing individual, who highly valued the peaceful natures of Middle-Earth, whilst having the passion to support and protect its various realms and inhabitants. Born during the First Age, Saeril is a strong-willed she-elf, and the last of an ancient Elven clan from Fangorn Forest. A very intelligent, loyal-to-the-bone perfectionist, who stays true to her word, she focuses on finding the best intentions for others, to the point of making great judgment calls, as much as willingly risking her life, in the process.

From the despair of her devastating past, following the Deceiver's corruption upon her mind, Saeril is truly hurt and very lonely inside, having to be caused by the guilt and horror of her cruel and malicious deeds, as well as the amount of pain and trauma she had to endure. After being rescued by Gandalf the Grey, she was left "more Orc than Elf", while her other alter-ego "Maleficent", a psychopathic representation of her corruption, still lingers within her mind. However, after Sauron's defeat, this other personality dissipated, giving back her natural Elven beauty.

The ultimate goal was to redeem and dissipate this inner darkness from within, but she never anticipated it to be a challenge when she rekindled herself with her Dwarven godsons Fili and Kili, whilst having to closely bond with a young she-elf named Yavanna, whom she had grown to love and deeply care for, as if she were her own daughter. Determined to protect both the Sons of Durin and the Bright Star of Middle-Earth, Saeril will become extremely aggressive and violent, whenever someone threatens, or has inflicted any sort of harm to them; as this contrasts her more-gentle nature, she will be blunt and gladly let the offenders know the price. In addition, since witnessing the death of Fili, she will go to great lengths, if it means to prevent Kili and Yavanna from falling under the same fate.

Both as "Maleficent" and herself, Saeril is a ruthless, immensely-formidable warrior in her own right; despite withholding a certain elegance, she's truly a very deadly foe for anyone who'd dare challenge her personally. A vast majority of her strength came from the enchantment Sauron had placed upon her, as well as the supernatural connection he was able to forge between them; even while she was formerly his chief of the Isengard legion, she possessed a number of abilities that have allowed her to stand her own, and even overpower the most skilled of individuals. Due to this connection, she's able to enhance these abilities. She also shows herself to have great telepathic power; either taught or naturally inherited from her parents and/or ancestors, she can read the minds of others, conjure up visions through physical touch, and receive thoughts from a certain distance.

Saeril will not hesitate to comfort, guide, or advise others when they seem to need it. Proud, proper, and almost-completely fearless, she will never bow to anyone she disagrees with. Evident by her relationship with Thorin Oakenshield, it's complicated when it comes to terms of the trust; she betrayed him (as he claimed) by "stealing" the starlight jewels from his treasure hoard for King Thranduil. Although she was claimed as not "trusting", Saeril openly showed that she cared a great deal for him, saving his life multiple times on different occasions.

BACKGROUND
Place of Birth: Fangorn Forest (Also known as Ambaróna).
Family:
- Kili Durin (Godson; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Fili Durin (Godson; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Dis Durin (Co-parent; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Vili Durin (Co-parent; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Hermia (Mother; Deceased) (Noldor Elf)
- Lysander (Father; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Ulla (Aunt; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kinloch (Uncle; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kriva (Grandmother; Deceased) (Noldor Elf)
- Disgla (Grandfather; Deceased) (Silvan/Teleri Elf)
- Fidnai (Great-Grandmother; Deceased) (Teleri Elf)
- Sahov (Great-Grandfather; Deceased) (Silvan Elf)

Other Relations:
- Gandalf the Grey/White (Mentor/Friend; Alive) (Maiar)
- Thorin Oakenshield (Friend; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Aragorn II Elessar (Friend; Alive) (Man)
- Lord Elrond (Acquaintance; Alive) (Half-Elf)
- Tauriel (Acquaintance; Alive) (Silvan Elf)
- Haldir (Acquaintance; Alive) (Silvan Elf)
- Gimli (Acquaintance; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Thranduil Greenleaf (Acquaintance/Friend; Alive) (Sindarin Elf)
- Legolas Greenleaf (Acquaintance/Friend; Alive) (Sindarin Elf)
- Yavanna Undomiel (Friend/Daughter-Figure; Alive) (Elven Hybrid; Mortal/Sindarin/Noldor)
- Bilbo Baggins, Frodo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, Peregrine Took, and Meriadoc Brandybuck (Acquaintances/Friends; Alive) (Hobbits)
- Azog the Defiler & Bolg (Enemies; Deceased) (Gundabad Orcs)

[User]
Thorin narrowed his eyes as he heard his nephew. It sounded too quick. "Mhhh, lots of injured people from Lake Town." Kili added. "You know, healer and all...Yavanna felt her duties laid with the sick and dying." God, if only his uncle knew the real reason? Thorin would curse her to hell and back. Kili didn't want to that. Kili felt as uneasy as his elder brother and God-Mother were feeling.

Bilbo couldn't watch Thorin any longer...Thorin was still searching for the Arkenstone. Bilbo had it, he tried to give it to him a few times. But he was worried what it would do to him...already Thorin was possessed when it came to the treasure. It would get worse, if he had the Arkenstone. So Bilbo kept it, for safe keeping...away from Thorin for his own good.

As he sat away from everyone...he examined the stone in his hands. Looking it over. Memories of Smaug flashed across his mind. 'I am almost tempted to let you take it. And watch it destroy him...watch it corrupt him!' Bilbo still remembered Smaug's words and felt guilty, for what happened to Lake Town.

[Assistant]
Fili was trying not to let his exhaustion show, but his feet were beginning to ache, while trying to wade through the collosal piles of gold and jewels. It was becoming harder and harder the further he and his brother went. One wrong step could bring an entire mound raining down, and their search would have to be halted, or become slower. No doubt that their uncle was beginning to lose his patience as every minute passed. They had been looking for so long that he knew that his baby brother could collapse at any minute. The last thing they needed was to have Delva in the room. Not that he didn't want her to, but he didn't want their godmother to get further in her silent anger towards Thorin.

Once out of the eyesight of their seemingly disturbed uncle, Fili took the opportunity to pause in their search. If he caught them resting, he would certainly put them back to it. He sat upon the endless pile of their family's wealth, exhausted. Honestly, he didn't know what to do; being close to Thorin, he couldn't dissapoint or disobey, but when it comes to Kili's sake, some measures needed to be overrun. Fili's loyalty has now split; he admired their Delva deeply, maybe not as deeply as his brother, but enough to fully trust her. Thorin, on the other hand, was his uncle, and current predessecor. Becoming king would be underway, and their uncle entrusts that his heirs would follow his every word, but in this circumstance, it has put Fili and Kili in the middle of chain that could only get so far. Tied between Saeril and Thorin, the brothers were in the middle of tug-of-war.

"Remember the stories, Ki'? There was only one Arkenstone; a large white gem that shined the brightest of lights. It's really impossible to miss", the eldest reminded him. Maybe this'll help. "As luminous as Delva's eyes", he added as an afterthought.

[User]
Searching for the Arkenstone was trying...Thorin had almost everyone looking for it. Apart from Delva...he and his brother managed to persuade her to stay away from the treasure hoard...to stop her and their uncle from Arguing. Climbing up another heap...he shuffled through the gold...in search of the Gem, his uncle wanted. Kili sighed, as he and his brother finally came to some rest.

"Of course, I remember..Where could it have gone?" Kili muttered. It was not like, it could have gotten that far...surely, it must be here somewhere. Even though Kili knew the description of the Gem, like the back of his hand...it was no where visible in sight.

After a while, of rest. They were at it again...but Kili managed to sneak away from the treasure hoard. He ducked, hiding behind one pile..when his uncle turned around. "Keep looking! It must be here." Thorin's voice boomed, before he turned else-where to look in another direction.

Seizing his chance, Kili sneaked past his uncle. Running off to find Saeril. He was worried about her and went to see if she was okay.

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As Tauriel rode besides Yavanna and Legolas, she glanced over at Yavanna softly. "If you don't mind me asking...but...how did you do it?" Tauriel asked Yavanna softly, in reference to the wave she had summoned in Mirkwood. "I never known anyone, do that before." she admitted. Tauriel been wondering about her bloodline...but had been the first one to ask about it.

It took Yavanna a moment, to remember what Tauriel meant and she smiled softly. "It was something, my elder sister taught me. Special Talents, run in my family." Yavanna said, 'talents'...that was one way to describe it. Or for a lack of better word, complicated bloodlines.

[Assistant]
Saeril had herself clinging to the stone ceiling within an open area; her finger-cuffs allowing her to hang upside down with her wings stretching out. She was nearly preccupied with the thoughts of Thorin's behavior, and her godsons' current status. The image of Yavanna came to her, and she could only wonder if the young elf was having some better luck than they were.

Just before she could think of anything else, that painful headache was back. This time, it was much more painful than the last time in the poisoned Greenwood. The elder whimpered, shaking her head, refusing this pain to overpower her.
"Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky", she heard him. HIM.
"Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone", the she-elf gasped, shutting her eyes, and shaking her head, then suddenly stopped. "Nine for mortal men doomed to die", she said, her voice becoming menacing; her luminous eyes glowing. This wasn't her; it was a creature that loves chaos. "No!", she suddenly shouted, shutting her eyes once more. "No!", she whimpered. "I won't let you touch them", she hissed to this entity in her mind.
She would rather die than see her friends/family dead. But this force was so strong upon her, it was splitting her, make her suddenly lose her grip on the ceiling, and fly into a nearby stone wall, crashing into it, and causing some pieces to fall.

Saeril can't let this thing hurt her godsons, but before she could say anything, the voice and the pressure dissapeared as soon as it came, when she managed to descend down into the floor. The she-elf just happened to notice Kili nearby, glancing at her. So scared for their well-being, she broke into tears, breaking down after having to experience the wrath that's now trying to take her back.

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Legolas glanced back at the pair as they conversed with one another. It made him give a very faint smile. "What about that glow? Is that a special talent?", he asked the young elf, out of curiosity.