[System]
Tetsuya Nakano

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Age:
16

Gender:
Male

Height:
176cm/5'8

Weight:
62kg

Personality:
In life, Testuya was good at manipulating people with his actions. In school and in front of family, he showed a kind front for people to rely on. He was a respected student, was a good friend and always got high grades. His teachers looked upon him as a model student and his family saw him as a fine young man.

However, any time not within public eye was his true self; a cruel and uncaring man hidden behind a perfect facade. He had a short temper and would constantly injur students outside of school. He also blackmailed them, preventing them from telling people what he did.

Now, in the Afterlife, Tetsuya has retained his calm front, but has all but lost his true nature. Really, though, he has only forgotten it from his transition from death to afterdeath.

Short Bio:
Tetsuya Nakano was born as the oldest of two siblings. His family wasn't overly rich, but could afford everything he and his sister needed with extra expense. However, his sister was diagnosed with an illness that restricted her movement and prevented her from being able to properly produce sentences. After the diagnosis, his family spent as much as they could trying to help their daughter and make her as comfortable as possible. He began feeling that he had a duty to protect his sister, no matter the cost. He was always a model student and spent his life being looked up at by his classmates and friends. But behind everything was something that everyone found so hard to believe, they only realised when it came to confront them.

He and his sister were in the same school, but a year apart. Somehow, though, Tetsuya always found a way to hear things;everything. There were always bullies in school, and most found easy pickings in his sister. Through one way or another though he would always find out who they were - through people he knew, random students and even the teachers themselves. So, everyday afterschool, he would find one or two of those students and beat the shit out of them in some alley. Few fought back, and even fewer told anyone, and the ones that did were dismissed because of his track record.

It kept up for a few years, but eventually people caught wind. His friends began avoiding him, and people looked at him in ways he only been looked at by the people he hurt - with fear. One day, he got a letter, written as a love letter sending him to a building on the far side of town. Tetsuya was skeptical, of course, but everything to him seemed so genuine. When he went, he found a rude awakening. Apparently someone who had gotten wind of what he had done to people had contacts; contacts of a less than pleasant nature. A gang of men stood in a circle- about fifteen in total - his sister on the ground in the middle, naked and bleeding from multiple stab wounds. It angered him greatly, and he charged them, but to no avail. They beat him almost to death and left him. He managed to call an ambulance, but it was too late for his sister. It was his fault, and he swore that he would never do anything like his actions for before lest more members of his family be hurt.

Life didn't see it that way, as he never made it out of the hospital, but instead in a school he didn't recognise, wearing a uniform he didn't recognise, and with no recollection of him dying.

Other:
Tetsuya does not remember anything past receiving the letter, and has no idea how he could have died.

[User]
"I'm glad, I will no longer have to suffer this fate of mine."

Once Akemi had gone into the shelter, she could see the large amount of people that were there, she even saw that the spicy rice was actually there. She took a look around at the other students, noticing that some of them had the same uniform on that she had on herself, which made her curious. But firstly, Akemi wanted to get something to eat since they may be in the gymnasium pretty much all night, so she went to one of the stands and waited in line. As Akemi was in line, she continued to think about Persephone, where did she even go? Was she even there in the first place? Maybe Akemi is crazy in all of this mess. Once she had reached the front, she smiled to the one handing out the rice. "Thank you." Akemi smiled at the person before she headed off, she didn't know exactly where to go though.

At that moment she looked to see a boy playing his violin, a crowd forming around him as Akemi noticed the uniform, she smiled as she joined in the crowd. She listened to every note on the violin, it was truly beautiful music, she really liked classical music instead of the new rock genre. She took a bite of her spicy rice, and her face heated up in an instant as she left the crowd, putting a hand over her mouth. "So much spice!" Akemi had whispered behind her hand, trying to cool herself down from the heat. She heard the last note ring out, which made Akemi clap along with the other students that were present.

Then suddenly, the lights went out.

Akemi heard many gasps from the students present, Akemi didn't gasp herself, but was surprised from what was happening at that exact moment. The lights then flickered back on, as she saw a girl on the stage with smoke surrounding it. She held her bowl of rice in once hand as she heard what she had to say. She heard whistles at the same time as well admiring the girls beauty, Akemi could feel a small blush on her cheeks, herself she found this girl beautiful. Akemi had to stay in this gymnasium for a little longer, the storm must be very bad for them to stay in her. When the president gave a wink, Akemi's blush had instantly risen as her heart had started to pound. For her to take me away like this... Akemi said as she put a hand over her chest, to try and calm herself down.

Once again she started to hear the violin again, which calmed her back down, then noticing a girl(?) dancing around with the melody. Akemi then looked to the side, to find any more people that she could perhaps communicate with. Persephone? Where are you? Akemi said as she closed her eyes, leaning against a wall with her arms crossed. She just wanted to relax, if this truly was a boarding school, her parents wouldn't be coming anytime soon.

I'll have some time to figure out this plan, no one will get in my way. I must die.

[Assistant]
Eiko Kurosawa

Eiko stayed by herself in one little section of the gym as she waited around for the storm to be over she didn't really like being around large crowds of people, she soon noticed a guy started to play a violin on the top of the bleachers, Eiko thought that the guy was either really high thinking of himself or just really foolish, soon one of the girls in a dress being dancing to the guy playing the violin, Eiko turned away from the two getting an odd feeling about the girl that was dancing to the violin.

Eiko began thinking about how she got here, she didn't remember getting brought here, and she never remembered attending a school before in any way, she remembered always having someone teach her certain things but she never remembered a school besides the one she attended for a day, she had a hand on her chin as she tried to remember.

Suddenly Eiko's nose was hit with the smell of something over spiced, it was some raven colored hair girl that had the spiced rice, Eiko tried to hold her nose as the yellow eyed girl stood next to her and tried to eat the spiced rice but only managed to turn beet red and tried to cool herself down and fan her mouth, Eiko sighed seeing the girl overreact to the over spiced meal.

Eiko just watched as the girl next to her began clapping for the boy that played the instrument. Soon the lights went out and Eiko took the lights going out seriously, she put her hands up in front of her and had her hands opened just in case someone or something would try to attack her or come at her, she for a minute forgot that she was in a school till the lights came back on.

She had half a mind to yell at the person on stage for turning out the lights and making some type of dramatic entrance, Eiko didn't care how much makeup the girl had shoveled on her face, she listened to the girl talk about them getting dorms and this being their home for the while Eiko sighed before wondering if she could find a place to sleep besides on the floor and under the bleachers.

She still wasn't going to bother eating the over spiced rice, she still didn't trust it, she didn't know if the girl on the stage was trying to Jim Jones everyone." Well at least she didn't call us her children." She said to herself." Screw that spiced rice, who ever made it over did it on the spice." Eiko said in a normal tone without hiding that she said it.

[User] Shiba sighed loudly as he ate some of the spicy rice but obviously he hated it. Once he ate some he put the rest in the garbage and he looked up seeing the clock seeing that it was getting late and he needed to get home or else he would be locked out....again. Shiba then got up and went towards the door and a teacher tried to stop Shiba "Hey your not supposed to leave the area while its storming like this" the teacher said and Shiba groaned "piss off I gotta go home or im getting locked out" Shiba said not caring at this point since he didn't want to be locked out in this weather. Shiba went through the door and walked out...about 10 feet, and Shiba then walked back into the gym his body dripping wet and soaked to the bone. "Okay shut up" Shiba said to him sitting down in a corner to try and dry off now that he was shivering...

[Assistant]
Boss

The heavy rain outside the Gym felt fresh on Boss' skin. It was a familiar, enjoyable smell. It was nothing but water, but the smell was nostalgic and make Boss sigh at the happy memory. I wonder if you are here? It wasn't a lie, right? Still getting too wet in the rain would have it's downsides. Dashing forward while she wasn't completely soaked, she made her way in to the Gym, watching the mess that was the Student population mill about. There were clubs asking for members and booths serving meals. Some people were far more into it and the ones that weren't? Well, they were the confused ones that seemed to instinctively gather together. Wondering how to move about inconspicuously, Boss for the moment followed a male NPC carrying some spicy rice, he seemed to be some of the ones serving the students and was coming out with a fresh batch.

Boss waited for them to put down his load of freshly cooked rice with spice, it didn't look light and she doubted her could carry it the whole way. This happened sooner than she thought since suddenly the lights went down and what appeared to be the Student President emerged from some smoke and into a spotlight.
How ostentatious! That girl has some nice style. Well, since you were so very kind~ it was only natural to Boss that she used the eye catching scenario, so took advantage of the distraction to launch a punch straight to the poor NPC's jaw, sending him crumpling to the ground without a clue as to what happened.

Rolling him out of sight, Boss picked up the now abandoned load of rice as the lights came on once more and walked with purpose, since she was obviously supposed to be doing this. Spying a pink haired girl emerge from behind the curtain, Boss slowly walked up behind her, thinking she recognized her.

"Excuse me? Would you like some rice? You must not of had a chance to get some for yourself yet, given your duties"

[User]
For a moment - a rather short moment - the girl, Rikka, looked happy. Maybe she didn't know too many people, or any at all, that could converse with her the natural way to her. Sign language tended to be a pretty rare knowledge for people to know, at least in Tetsuya's experiences, so it wouldn't have surprised him. However, after he told her that he didn't remember, her face and possibly mood dropped. She didn't exactly seem upset, but she looked a little saddened from her original assumption. Apparently it was a-okay, but for some reason he felt as if he had let Rikka down, despite only knowing her for a short while. However, the she did something rather impressive - she helped him understand. It was as if she was playing charades with him, and he could about make out what she was trying to say.
"We playing charades now? So you had a nightmare? I wish I even had that much, but I don't even remember falling to sleep..." he said, looking around at all the people in the ever filling hall and then back to Rikka.

From what he remembered, he could probably Have a decent conversation with the girl through signing, but everything was cut short with the lights shutting off. It was faint, but he could just about make out the image of Rikka through the darkness, which slightly surprised him. She had started to lean against the wall, and from what he could barely make out she wasn't in the happiest of moods. Then the supposed Student Council President, who seemed slightly eccentric, appeared from smoke and the returning of the lights. He didn't pay much attention, and instead focused on remembering more Sign Language. There were bits, but not much, at least not enough for extended conversations. There was probably a library somewhere that he could read up on it, or even some computers. In fact, Testuya became so engrossed in his remembrance of the language that he didn't notice that the lights had come back on, and he quickly snapped back to reality. It was time to try something.

He tapped Rikka on the shoulder, and turned to face her. He held both his hands out flat, with the thumb pointed on a diagonal downwards to the floor. Then, he shook them from side to side a couple of times. He then pointed at her, before taking his left hand, clenching his fist and stretching his thumb out horizontally. He did the same with his right, but positioned it on his forehead. Then he brought his right and hand down without changing the sign and placed it atop his left hand. Next was when things got tricky for him...

He put his left hand a little ways from his body, and pointed his thumb up a little, as if he were giving Rikka a thumbs up. Then he moved it downwards and curved it right as he did, in a sort of crescent shaped movement. Next he put his left hand out, flat and horizontal, and moved his right hand down and then up again three times, each time moving it slightly to the right when bringing it down to his other hand. Finally, he put his right hand out again and did the small thumbs up, before making a reversed crescent upwards and towards the left first, then towards the right and finishing.

Do you remember anything else?

He finished and looked at her slightly expectantly.
"Did I do that right?" he asked, standing still whilst looking around to make sure no one was staring.


[System]
Gender: Female
Race: Changeling
Initial Power Level: 1250
Voice actor: Christine Lorentzen

Techniques:
Flight - Almost natural to her, this was the first ability Glacia ever learned and is rather skilled with it, being as agile in the ground as she is in the air.
Ki blast - The most basic of attacks, the changeling can focus her inner energy to attack her opponents win an energy wave.
Telekinesis - Glacia can move things around with low power ki pushes. It works perfectly on unliving, solid objects of even large mass, but she has trouble moving liquids and living organisms and doing so requires a lot of focus.
Regeneration - Changelings can regenerate, but not as well as Nameks or Majins. Her wounds will seal after several minutes, and she could regrow parts of her limbs (like a tip of her tail) in half an hour. Furthermore, transforming into a higher form heals her completely.
Sonic warp - A method of rapid transport that leaves a brief afterimage in the initial place.
Death sphere - A stronger attack. Glacia gathers Ki in a sphere and launches it onto a target, the sphere explodes upon impact. Presently, she could obliterate a city block with it.
Death saucer - An attack of same power level as the death sphere, except with more focused destructive potential and greater control. It does not however cause that great sum of damage.
Death beam - A ki blast that is piercing in nature, rather than enveloping its target in energy. It is easily aimed and quick, but it has limited range. Presently she can only keep the beam coherent at about 30 meters.
Transformation - A signature move of changelings. When her experience and power level reaches a certain point, Glacia is capable of assuming a greater form which multiplies her abilities by a given amount. Unlike super sayian, it is very much triggered by desire, so much so that if Glacia is too distracted, she can not use it.

A basic form, easy to maintain, but least dangerous. She keeps in this form most of the time as she founds herself the prettiest this way.

Magnifier: 1st form x10

Magnifier: 2nd form x3
Personality:
Glacia's personality has two modes. Usually she is a bit arrogant trickster, tease and troll. She finds it amusing to cause mayhem, not necessarily in a destructive sense, but most often driven by a strong sense of schadenfreude. As such, she can often be found drying up pools on hot days, blowing away snow on winter or just plain stopping you from catching a bus when you're in a hurry.

She does a complete 180 though when somebody starts adoring her, becoming very protective of her 'minions' and very kind.

She absolutely loves being worshipped, pampered and gifted gifts, especially sweet treats. And as every troll, it annoys her to no end when she becomes a victim of a prank.

[User]
Before, Glacia intended to make a face, noise or something to add a touch to the scare, but in time realized a surprised punch to the face form about any of these people would mess up her pretty face. That she did not want. What she wanted was to find something interesting, and she now had an undivided attention of a member of a race she didn't see anywhere else on Earth. Ah, success~ Now that she had a few still seconds of eye-to-eye (And what magnificent, ensnaring black and red eyes they were!), she figured her earlier bubble gum analogy wasn't exactly matching - she was more like jello, if anything.

Fighting the urge to grab a bite of the pink alien, Glacia returned the greeting: "Hello there, delicious lookin'." Letting loose of her legs, she fluidly flipped down from the ceiling and landed smoothly in front of Eve. "Name's Glacia. I've been hanging around." the changeling said, checking the arena from the corner of her eyes. Not her turn yet. Good. "Wanna go watch?" she asked, her tail swirling behind her.

[Assistant] Wow... Shen's first tournament seemed breath-taking to him. Shen watched under the competitor's waiting area at one of the spectator screens showing the Korian fight. Korian looked strong, and a bit scary too. If Shen got to fight him, he'd be honoured. The tournament had been quite interesting with not many big names. All's Shen had to do for now is practice. However, he's been way more interested on the fights so far and especially awaited this one.

[User]
Majin Eve couldn't help but blush slightly at what she believed to be a compliment as Glacia dropped down from the ceiling, thought it would be hard to notice her blushing considering the fact she was pink, Eve's eye's followed Glacia's to the arena as she announced her name to her.

"Glacia? that's a pretty name"

Eve said honestly before she looked back to the changeling.

"my name's Majin Eve"

She said sweetly before Glacia asked if she wanted to go watch the next fight, she thought about it for a moment before smiling.

"sure"

She answered kindly, lightly holding her hands behind her back.

'I wonder what she is, she's certainly not human, humans don't have snow white skin or tails'

Eve thought to herself as she absent mindedly looked at Glacia's tail before looking back up to the changeling's eye's. Though Eve liked Glacia's red eye's, she wouldn't be lying if she said she felt they were kind of intimidating to look at, she didn't think on it further as her attention was brought to her hair, it was defiantly neat, the purple part seemed to be made of crystal, Eve honestly didn't know if it was actually hair or some kind of crystal hair piece.

'she's defiantly interesting that's for sure'

[Assistant]
"Awwwww, you say the nicest things!" Glacia sung at her name being complimented. This person she already liked - Assuming they wouldn't meet in a match, then that could be a problem. She was not in business of hitting her minions. But then again, this was sport right? No hard feelings! She pretended not to notice the eyes wandering all over her, although she put a bit more sway into her hips and tail. She was, after all, the best creation of the God to ever live. A stone shaped to the physical perfection. who was she to prevent others from falling in awe at the sight?

She tried how her company's name rolled off of her tongue. "Majin Eeeeeeve. It sounds like... well I have no idea, a snack maybe. You know, you're watching the movies and 'Pass the Eves'!" she giggled, giving Eve a bit of a hungry look: "OK, I have to ask, I love candy, you look like candy, are you made out of candy?" she continued, speaking at machine gun rate. Once the question was asked she paused, looking at Eve full of expectations, her eyes betraying a childish curiosity.

[User]
Eve giggled at the way Glacia first pronounced her name, but her giggling was stopped when Glacia said her name sounded like some kind of snack, she raised a confused brow towards Glacia as she continued to speak.

'I've never heard of a food named after me before...'

She thought to herself before she noticed the hungry look she was receiving from Glacia, it made her take a slight step back.

'why is she looking at me like that?'

Eve asked herself in thought before Glacia asked her question, about if she was made of candy. Eve honestly couldn't tell if she should be worried about why the question was asked or contemplating what she was actually made out of. Either way she unconsciously gulped as she looked at her hands before her, opening and closing them, a child like grin came to her as she closed her eye's and scratched the back of her head with her right hand.

"I don't know"

She answered with a lighthearted chuckle before she lowered her hand and opened her eyes with a calm smile.

"but I know I can turn things into candy, it's pretty cool, whenever I want something to eat I just look at something and poof! it turns into something I want to eat"

Eve said innocently, like it was the most normal thing in the world to her.

[Assistant]
Vadim was just getting comfortable in the stands when he felt a rather hard object hit him in the top of the head with a somewhat hollow boink. When he turned around to see who had assaulted him in such a manner, he was surprised to see his good friend Lucas Farley with a large bucket of popcorn standing behind him. "Lucas! Wow, I didn't expect to see you here. What are you doing?" he asked with a grin.

Lucas smiled back at his long-time friend. "I signed up for the tournament, of course. What else?"

"Really? Wow, that's quite the shocker. You haven't entered a tournament in years."

"Yeah, well, Farley's back, baby. I'm ready to show these good people my new moves." Lucas's smile never broke, but their conversation was. There was a beeping sound from the large screen on the wall in the arena that called for all fighters to report to their assigned rings to square off with their first opponent. The time for resting and other shenanigans was in the past. Now, it was time to get to business. "Good luck out their, Vadim. Try to make it far enough that we get to square off, because I am so looking forward to that!" Lucas jabbed before jogging off to the arena number marked next to his name on the screen.

"You can count on it," Vadim responded before turning and heading the opposite way toward his own ring. Time to bust a move.

[User] Shen Laozen whipped around when he heard his own name being called out. He took one deep breath as he closed his eyes and then opened them when he exhaled. "I guess this is it." He thought. He followed the man who called him and walked out into an arena. His opponent stood on the other side, a big brute of a man who seemed to have more brawn over brains. Shen put his right fist into left hand, letting the fingers overlap the top of his fist and he bowed to the opponent. The man scoffed at the gesture and took a stance. Shen took his own stance, standing sideways with his left foot forward, his right foot further back and outwards. His right hand was near his upper torso laid out flat whereas his left fist was positioned midway through his torso. The referee went over the rules which Shen nodded to acknowledge. This was going to be fun.

[Assistant] Korian's fight had begun. His opponent rushed him, and Korian easily side-stepped, sending an elbow jab into his opponents back. The newbie doubled over, before turning around and trying to send a punch at Korian's face. Korian ducked, sweeping his leg into his opponent's, knocking him over. The man fell into a roll, standing back up a few feet away from Korian. Korian surprised him by sending a Ki beam in his direction. The man caught the Ki blast in the stomach, nearly falling out of the ring. Korian lept at him with lightning speed, catching him off guard as he delivered a kick to the man's chin, sending him flying out of the ring, crashing to the ground with a thud. Korian bowed again, then started to head back to the waiting area.

[User]
Interesting fact that the pinkskin wasn't aware of what she was made of. All thoughts about finding out were swept away though as Eve revealed her wonderful ability. For the first time in her life, Glacia truly believed, with a tiny speck of her mind that she would deny having, that someone might, only a little, be more magnificent being than herself.

After a moment of silence during which the expression on her face bordered on drooling, she asked with the kind of voice that an amazed child might have when told it would get it's favorite toy: "Really?" She was so amazed by the concept of such power to be watching the other fights, and almost enough to miss her name being called out. "Oh! Be right back." she excused herself and only very unwillingly left the Goddess of infinite candy.

Stepping into the arena, she looked at her opponent. It was a human, except she had three eyes. "Oh? Did you get too close to a nuclear reactor or something?" she teased after the gong started the fight.

"What?!" her opponent growled. Bingo. Now that Glacia knew she can be easily angered, the game was hers. "Yeah, with that... thing on the front of your head. Paint a face on it or something, sheesh!"

"Shut uuuup!" the triclops yelled and charged. Glacia gathered quick that her opponent posessed quite the strength, but with her bulky arms she lacked the speed necessary to reliably hit the changeling. That, and Glacia had the advantage of having an extra appendage. Tripping the other fighter with a crouch and a tail swipe, she looked back: "If your people given up on you as they should, I know a few aliens with weird tastes. No charge of course!"

By now the other fighter was seeing red. Unfortunately Glacia misjudged the effect it would have - instead of being distracting, the rage seemed to give the triclops some extra boost. And then a ki blast shot in her direction. OK, not a complete loser. I wish I had a scouter. the changeling thought as she rubbed the hand that ached a bit after deflecting the blast. "My turn." she grinned, charging a football sized death sphere between her outstretched hands and throwing it at her opponent.

The human woman made a critical error. She tried to stop Glacia's attack instead of deflecting it. "BANG!" glacia shouted as she fired a death beam at her previous attack, detonating it and knocking her opponent out of the arena ending the fight.

The changeling turned around and started walking away, silently singing a bit of one of her favorite songs.


[System]
Species: Human

Gender: Female

Age: UNKNOWN

Nationality: UNKNOWN

Weapons and/or equipment: UNKNOWN

Backstory: UNKNOWN

[User]
"I'm feeling fine, personally." Vreta answered Agent 595. "I slept in a while. It was nice to get some rest after yesterday. I also got a good workout this morning, or…well, a decent one. The civilian gym on the ship isn't really meant for my level of augmentations. I put in a request for higher grade equipment; I just hope they don't see me as too 'demanding'. I'm here to solve problems, not cause them." He grinned.

Vreta maintained his friendly demeanor when he turned his attention towards Freyr. "And how are you, Freyr? I'll admit, I didn't expect to find you in a place like this. I didn't take you for a soldier. Of course, I suppose I don't look like much of one on the outside either, so…appearances can be deceiving."

Vreta gave a quick glance downrange at the targets. He did have some work-related questions to ask Freyr, but it was hardly time-sensitive. "Are you two going to be staying at the range for any longer? I wouldn't mind joining in, myself."

[Assistant]
Freyr didn't know what to think when Vreta addressed her. If what 595 had said was true, part of her hated both of them for getting her involved in this skulduggery; frankly she wanted no part in it. There was also a part of her that simply didn't believe 595's narrative. Freyr didn't know anything about her, or the mysterious Director-General who was apparently was in charge of them both. Their evident commitment to the Cradle appeared to dwarf even hers, and she wasn't clear why yet. She vaguely remembered claims of assassination being flung around in that fateful meeting a few months ago. But here 595 and Vreta'Sori both stood, being perfectly cordial with each other. She just couldn't make sense of it.

For now, she just had to focus on getting through this conversation without slipping up. Freyr partially returned to her senses when Vreta said something about her not being a soldier. "Yeah, I umm, I wanted to learn how to defend myself. Seemed appropriate, considering everything that's happened." She glanced at the time, she'd been here a while already, but couldn't think of any good reason to leave, so she nodded. "I can carry on.." She looked at 595, who nodded strenuously.

"I'm not going anywhere - this is far too much fun. Shall we make things a bit more interesting?" She fiddled with the interface for a few seconds and the targets began moving quickly in all directions downrange. Freyr's eyes grew wide when she saw the speeds the targets were moving at "Err...this is my first time on the range, i'm not sure i'll be able to-"

"You'll be fine! They won't bite you, just watch their path and try to anticipate where they'll be when you fire." 595 chirped, heading back to her booth before raising her massive assault rifle and laying waste to half a dozen targets at once. The noise was deafening, which made it all the harder for Freyr to focus on shooting her own targets. "I hope our feeble selection of Human weapons doesn't disappoint your Rothian sensibilities, Vreta?" 595 asked in the short pause after her gun stopped to cool down.

[User]
Vreta shrugged, looking down at the simple pistol he took in his hand once he went to his own booth. "They are fairly small in my hands, and of course your weapons don't have the power of our own, but they are still lethal. And they are still a step up from some of the other weapons I have seen out in the galaxy. There are species out there still using metal and gunpowder for their projectiles."

The most important detail about the pistol to Vreta was the fact that it had software that could link to his neural implant. With that, his combat assistance program could paint a reticle for him, even if the weapon itself was out of his field of view. It could also visualize recommended adjustments for him to make to put himself on target, and even display the predicted path of the projectile. The chaotic conditions of real combat could certainly muddy the waters, but his combat suite essentially made simple target shooting trivial. He did not even need to use particularly good form in order for him to land shot after shot with remarkable accuracy onto vital areas of the simulated targets.

Unlike the agent, Vreta still paid attention to what Freyr was doing after finishing his targets. He put down his weapon and leaned back out of his booth. "Do you have any implants that would help you with shooting, Freyr? I just want to get an idea of what sort of assistance you may or may not be getting."

[Assistant]
"The instructor offered to update my suite to put some kind of crosshair in my view. I turned it down, although i think i can see the use of it now…" Freyr replied, shooting and failing again to hit a speeding target. "Actually, Instructor, can you give me the crosshair please?" she called into the open air. Immediately after, she could feel something interfacing with her general purpose communications implant. A small red + appeared superimposed on her vision, and moved around as she waved her pistol.

"You would benefit from a dedicated combat module. This crosshair is using resources from a multi-purpose civilian implant, which-" Freyr bade the Instructor be quiet, and aimed at the fast-moving targets. She found that with a little bit of practice, she could co-ordinate her hand and eye to track them much better. Freyr cheered out loud despite herself after stringing together three hits in a row. "Well done, Dr Lang!" 595 exclaimed. "Shall we introduce a new challenge? How about a 360 degree attack vector? Instructor, switch it up!"

All the details of the shooting range disappeared, replaced by a pure black background that soaked up the light from above. A pulsing X marked the spot where the three of them should stand, backs to each other. Targets appeared all around them. "Don't let the targets touch you, or you're out!" 595 gushed, effortlessly disconnecting her used rifle battery and kicking it away in favour of a fresh one. Freyr gulped and tried to steady her hand as the targets began moving side to side at lightning speed. Something registered in the corner of her vision and she moved mainly on instinct and shot a target about a metre from her leg. 595's assault rifle began firing at full pelt, filling the sim-box with crackling energy noise again. "They're going slightly fast!" Freyr shouted over the din, shooting another.

[User]
It was an amusing game that the agent was playing, in more ways than one. She set them up in a new, perhaps more exciting challenge. The targets could move more quickly, and in more directions. Although, it still was, at its core, target shooting. The software of Vreta's implants could keep up with targets far faster hand his hands could ever hope to track, so his perceptions were no bottleneck. Between his predictive targeting and aim assistance, the change in scenario led to no change in his performance. He did have to keep his eyes on the targets to aim at full effectiveness, but beyond that, he could hit them firing from the hip. Still just with the simple pistol, he had no trouble keeping up.

Vreta kept his eyes forward, but spoke calmly towards Freyr behind him. "It's good practice to shoot in chaotic environments. A shootout is not a calm experience. There will be shouting, plenty of noise. You just have to focus on what is in front of you. Your target and your aim, that is what matters."

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"Yes. And in a situation like this, you must always look out for your teammates. Or someone could come and stab them in the back!" 595 added, pivoting to shoot two incoming targets on the periphery of Freyr's vision. Freyr would've responded to these words of encouragement, had she not been solely focused on hitting targets. She could only keep up with the fast pace of action for about thirty seconds before two simultaneous thrusts by the floating shapes made contact with her.

A klaxon sounded and the targets abruptly stopped moving. "Oh, bad luck!" 595 patted Freyr on the shoulder, her rifle pointing up at the ceiling. "I'd say you have promise. Keep practicing and we'll make a warrior of you yet. I can teach you all sorts of moves if you're interested?" Freyr hadn't been sure what to expect when she'd entered the shooting range. But she actually found it quite exhilarating. It kept her mind off what might be happening back home, while also sharpening a skill that could keep her alive in hostile environments.

Freyr nodded. "I'd really appreciate some tips. Despite letting the team down I quite enjoyed that; thank you both." 595 grinned, bouncing excitedly on the balls of her feet. "How exciting! I think this will be a real bonding experience for both of us. I've also been put in charge of keeping you safe at all times - that's actually what I came to tell you before we started shooting. So we'll be seeing a lot more of each other." Freyr hesitantly returned the agent's smile. "Isn't that what all these soldiers are here for?" She asked.

"Well, yes. They'll be protecting you too. But the Director-General wanted someone who has the relevant experience with Cradle-tech to be your last line of defence." The pretty lady replied before spreading her piercing gaze between Freyr and Vreta. "Do you want to run another simulation? You can choose this time, big guy."

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On Vreta's part, the agent's role did not particularly bother him. Despite their history, there was some advantage to keeping her close. Vreta was reasonably certain the Humans had a saying regarding just that. In any case, he took a moment to review the stats on Freyr's performance in the simulation once the round ended. She did well-enough, considering her relative experience. With some upgrades to her implants and just some regular practice, he felt she could become comfortable enough with a weapon to reasonably defend herself. Although, it would also depend on how skilled she wanted to become.

"If you are simply wanting to become comfortable enough with a weapon to be able to defend yourself in emergencies, I would say there is no problem using every tool at your disposal. Though, if you want to become truly skilled in a fight, there is a more comprehensive form of training you could follow." Vreta commented to Freyr. "For Rothian soldiers, we start our training without the assistance of our implants. We use just our own senses, our own reactions, our own bodies. We develop our skills from there, then add implants on top of it. That is quite a time-consuming process, though, so it is up to you whether you would find that sort of training worthwhile. Honestly, if there is one skill in particular from that training I would say is worthwhile for you to learn, it would be to keep a calm mental focus, even under stress. There are plenty of people who can aim well at the firing range, but panic when the targets are shooting back."

Vreta went ahead and started going through the selections for simulation scenarios once Agent 595 made the suggestion. Assuming Freyr wanted to run another one, he decided to pick something that would benefit from keeping a cool head. It was a scenario that involved shooting hostile targets, while avoiding shooting innocent targets. "As I mentioned in my message, I do have a few questions to ask you, Freyr. I have a primer on Rothia meant for tourists that I would like to edit to help your people adapt to our world, and I just wanted to run a few of my ideas by you. It is nothing time-sensitive nor difficult, though. We could run a few more rounds of this, if you like, then discuss it in a more relaxed environment. Perhaps one with less gunshots. We could visit that 'beach room' Masgard mentioned, if you like?"

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Freyr seized gratefully on the legitimate excuse to bring training to a close. As much as she'd enjoyed the session, she'd already been at the range for close to two hours. Even on a weekend, a little string at the back of her mind was pulling Freyr back to her team and all the work that needed to be done.

"Ah yeah, i totally forgot. I actually think I've been on the range enough for today, so let's run through your ideas. The beach sounds good, as i think it's on the way back to the lab? Perhaps we can go again tomorrow…?" Freyr directed the last sentence at the black-clad agent still cradling a heavy assault rifle, but tailed off when she realised she still didn't know her real name.

595 looked slightly crestfallen when it became clear Freyr was done, but perked up slightly on a promise of a rematch. "Alright, i'll allow it. You kids have fun." She gave Freyr a pointed look before resuming the target shooting simulation. Her rifle began firing at full tilt even before Vreta and Freyr had even filed out of the box. Glancing back to see her gracefully covering all vectors, Freyr could at least say she was pleased the agent was tasked with protecting her. She wouldn't want to be enemies with her.

They exchanged small talk on the short trip from the combat simulation area to 'Beach Leisure B35'. Freyr couldn't help but smile upon seeing what lay behind the blast doors. The first thing she noticed was the ceiling, which had for all intents and purposes had an exact replica of Outremer's sun beaming down from it. The sky was hologrammed in too, with tiny fluffy clouds gathering in the corners of the room. Freyr instantly felt a sense of open space and could see the benefits of this kind of facility.

The beach was equally delightful. An L shaped bank of sand with tropical trees and bushes gathered against the walls led down to a pool of azure water. Waves gently lapped onto the beach. The only human structures were the deckchairs arranged along the beach and a small lifeguards hut. As it was still not even lunchtime, there were only a few dozen sailors hanging out to enjoy the heat.

Freyr couldn't resist. She rushed to a deckchair and took off her shoes, socks and jumper. Leaving them by the chair, she rolled up her trouser legs and headed straight to the water's edge. The water was warm and inviting. She turned back to Vreta. "It's lovely! Are you comfortable with water?"


[System]
Age:
24

Height:
6'2

Weight:
190 lbs.

Species:
Werewolf

Personality:
While werewolves are known to be quick to anger, Caius is remarkably calm and patient both in wolf and in human form. He does, however, exhibit a very explosive anger when provoked. And when angered, he is quick, decisive and extremely brutal. He is very protective of his twin sister, Claudia, and would go to all lengths to protect her.

While vampires are a natural enemy, he sees this rule with a grain of salt. As long as they do not harm him and those he consider as friend or family, then he leaves them alone. However, in wolf form, his rational and considerate way of looking at vampires becomes a little harder to uphold.

History:
Orphaned at a young age, he and his twin sister were adopted by a human family. As a child, he was silent and thoughtful and often said things that were wise for his age. A close friend of the family once remarked that Caius had a very old soul when she looked deep into his eyes. Thinking it to be just the ramblings of an old lady, he pushed it out of his mind.

His first transformation happened on the full moon of his 13th birthday. Somehow sensing it before it happened, he had taken his sister deep into the forest where both of them underwent their painful transformation from human to wolf. Not being able to control his feral instincts and blinded by pain, he attacked Claudia until he heard her thoughts in his head. It had been an odd experience to be able to hear each other's thoughts but it was something he thought convenient. At first, he struggled to control the raw power ushered in by the light of the full moon but learned to control it in a matter of hours.

As the moon receded into the horizon, the twins transformed back into their human forms. But because of the fear of putting their adoptive family in danger, both decided it best to leave and seek out those similar to them, if they existed. But Claudia, bothered by the anger she always felt and fearing that she might hurt her twin, decided to go off on her own. Caius didn't try to hold her back but promised that he'll find her again someday.

He eventually found Crimson Keeper, a pack of 10 wolves tasked to keep a watchful eye on the vampires and making sure that they do not pose a threat to both werewolves and humans. Strangely enough, the pack welcomed them with reverence, something that Caius still wonders about until the present. He had time and again asked Darric, the pack leader, about it but he always replied that things will reveal themselves at the right opportune moment.

[User]
Caius slept well. He never really had any problems sleeping before but being with the person meant for him made so much difference. He was content and happy, having her in his arms.

The moment Callie turned towards Caius, he opened his eyes. "Good morning," he greeted. And as if he read her thoughts, he grinned. "No, I'm not a figment of your imagination. I'm real and I'm here." He closed his eyes again but pulled her closer to him. "What are you doing up so early anyway?" he mumbled, his voice still sleepy.

[Assistant]
Callie gave a soft laugh, "Ah, but a figment of my imagination would say that, wouldn't they?" She smiled, and there wasn't really anything that could convince her to get up right them, warm and happy. It was quite endearing, the sleepiness in his voice, and he was quite a lure in himself. She nestled close, even as he pulled her to him.

"I always wake early" She said, "When the sun is up, I'm up. Besides I can think of a few reasons why being up early is a good thing" she said, with amusement and shifting just slightly again, she kissed him for a moment, before pulling away, "Well, that and herbs are best to pick in the morning"

Still, there was a lot more of a lure here, then to going out an picking herbs...a little time couldn't hurt, right?

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Caius cracked open an eye and peered at Callie. "This early just to pick herbs?" He returned her kiss and when she pulled away, a playful grin was on his lips. He leaned forward and began trailing kisses on her jaw and then down her neck, positioning his body so that he was pressed against her and partially on top of her. "I can think of one reason why I'd be up this early," he murmured against her neck.

Just as quickly he started enticing her with kisses, he stopped. "Of course, I'd understand if you'd prefer picking herbs," he said with a teasing smile, confident that his charms was working on her. He looked at her hungrily for a few seconds before he leaned in and began kissing her neck again. "Just... tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it..."

[Assistant]
Callie gave a laugh, succumbing to the kisses, she did try to resist, yet it only lasted a second. She couldn't resist, it just didn't seem possible. She did however shiver slightly, at the way he looked at her, "Oh, I think the herbs can wait" She swallowed, "Oh, anything right now sounds great" Callie's voice was a little breathless, and she wrapped her arms around him, catching his lips with hers, herbs forgotten.

It seemed like they were going tohave a good start to the morning. The previous days troubles just seemed to fade away, and she deliberately moved against him, trying to press herself closer against him, and hold him tightly, just in case he had ideas of pulling away. @Kyrisse

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Callie's movements against him immediately heated up Caius. She didn't even need to hold him so tightly. He had no plans of pulling away, at least not for hours. He continued kissing her while his hands began peeling away the clothes that separated their bodies from each other. When they were skin to skin, his hand began moving on her body, relishing the feel of her soft skin and enjoying how his touch made her wild.

It wasn't long before they were joined together. Caius took her over and over, each moan from her prompting him to move faster and harder. It was several hours later that they collapsed against each other, spent, soaked in sweat and panting.

[Assistant]
Callie caught her breath, which seemed to take several minutes to do. She wondered how she could feel both exhausted, and full of energy, while never wanting to move from where she was. She gave a soft laugh, "At this rate, we might kill ourselves" She said, contemplating getting up, and having a shower. Instead, she reached for her charm bracelet which she'd hurriedly taken off, not wanting it to get in the way, or any of the charms to break, running her fingers over the charms, none had gone off. She was sure that the end of the world could have happened and neither of them would have had a clue.

"That certainly brought us well into a late morning" Yet she couldn't be disappointed. It was just simply...amazing. Yet now, hungry, thirsty, she wondered if she could get up, and make her way without falling on legs that felt wobbly.

Maybe it would be better to just stay where she was. Satisfied, well-sated, Callie snuggled against him. It certainly was a marvously way to start the day. "Caius...I..." She didn't know where she was going with that, and she trailed off @Kyrisse

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Caius looked at Callie a little sheepishly, his cheeks flushed red as his lips. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I think I may have gotten a little carried away there. I don't think I'll ever get enough of you." He kissed her shoulder and then openly admired her nakedness against him. When her voice trailed off, he nodded. "Right. Supplies and herbs. I assume you're hungry too? I made you miss breakfast and I think it's almost lunch time by now."

He made a move to stand up. But he hesitated and laid back down. "I think maybe you should go ahead and take a shower first," he suggested. "If I went in there with you, we'll probably end up doing what we just did and I don't think we'll ever get out of the door." He chuckled.

[Assistant]
That hadn't been what she was going to say, but Callie had lost her nerve, so she just nodded, hoping her skin didn't flush. "Don't apologise, its too good to be sorry for" She said, with a smile, a little pleased as he seemed pleased with her body. It was hard not to be a little shy, though, when he looked at her like that. "Food sounds perfect" Right then, she decided she didn't care what it was.

She gathered her engery, with the loose feel of well-used muscles, she stretched, almost like a cat. She always thought she'd get a cat one day-most witches had them as familiars, but now she didn't know. Maybe an owl? That were more difficult to work with, but still. She gave a small laugh, and nodded "Alright then" But even knowing the risk, she gave him a quick kiss, before hurrying off to the bathroom.

She didn't waste much time, soon coming out dressed, and her hair dried with a quick charm, pulled back in a pony tail. "Okay" @Kyrisse

[User]
Caius paced the floor as Callie was taking a bath. Meeting her and imprinting wasn't part of his plans... not that he minded, really. Now that he had her, he felt at peace and complete. And no matter what happened, he will fight to keep her safe and stay by her side. His pre-made plans, however, would drastically change. Instead of hopping from one place to the other as part of his role as scout for the pack, he would probably end up taking root in the place where she decides to stay. That would probably be an inconvenience for Darric. But imprinting was what it was. He was sure the alpha wolf would understand. Besides, Aldric was as good a scout as he was.

As soon as Callie got out of the bathroom, her newly bathed scent filled his sense and it took a degree of effort not to pull her over to the bed again. Raging hormones. He was sure she'd eventually end up pushing him away if he kept on insisting that they made love every second. He was, after all, still a stranger. Like her, her hurried to the bathroom and immediately placed himself underneath a cold shower.

Minutes later, he was back outside, his hair still wet but he was completely clothed. "So... Food and supplies? Or do you wanna get your supplies first?" he asked.

[Assistant]
Callie slipped on her charm bracelet, and was already poking around the kitchen when Caius came back out, slowly letting herself feel at home. She played around with her charms, knowing the detection charm would be good for a little bit longer, but that she should replace it as soon as possible, a couple of the charms could easily be pulled off, and invokved with a word, flung towards opponents. Harmless spells, to put to sleep and such. And some were merely to protect her. Sighing to herself, she glanced towards the bathroom as Caius came out, and smiled.

"Food first. The herbs can wait a little longer" She said decisively, "I've got some defensive charms that will do for however long it takes to get the herbs"

She had a small desire to run her fingers through his wet hair, and she stopped, studying him a moment. At least fate has decided to throw me something good for once she thought, and smiled again@Kyrisse

[User]
Caius grinned and pointed to himself. "You have a guard dog here that would do anything to protect you," he winked at her and then shrugged. "But I suppose I understand the need for self defense." He walked over to where Callie was standing and brushed a quick kiss on her cheek. "So, food first... what do you wanna eat?" He grabbed his wallet from the night stand and tucked it into the back pocket of his jeans.

He ticked off what he needed to do for the day, including Callie's tasks. Food, supplies, grocery, a few more clothes, a meeting with Darric and then coming home to Callie. That last part made him smile as he realized that he was looking forward to it.

[Assistant]
Callie smiled, "Like sleepy time charms and things. they work on vampires, they get hit with one, down they go. Works on just about everything" She said, "And allows a quick get away. Do it right, and no one knows you were even there" She said, the charm bracelet clanging as she shook it, "Most of the charms here can be used for that sort of thing, and anyone can use them" She thought a moment, then gave a shrug, "I'm happy with anything, honestly. Ravishing leaves you not caring what it is, as long as its food" She said with a laugh.

The fact she had the defensive charms had always been to protect herself, but now she found herself wanting to use them to prevent Caius from getting hurt. So she'd keep them close, so that if anything happened, they'd both be safe. "But do you have anything to do today, I don't want to interrupt your plans..."

[User]
Caius looked at the charm bracelet Callie had. He once had a witch friend who told him things in detail. It all sounded extremely complicated and technical and she had been so animated and proud to explain everything to him that in the end, he just nodded and pretended that it all made sense. He had to admit, thought, that the things they made were useful. And they hurt too. He remembered being a target of a stinging charm more than once by an irate witch who thought he was the one stealing from her. Funny that he was actually the one trying to keep the thief away.

"Well, as long as they're not aimed at me, then we're good," he chuckled as he ushered her out of the door and then grinned at her comment. "Well, I've definitely worked up a large appetite. I know this really nice steak place just a few blocks away from here. Does that sound good?" he asked, bringing up other suggestions in his mind just in case she said no.

"Don't worry about me. I'll stay with you until I need to go about my business."


[System]
Age - 22, though looks no older than 18.

Species - 1/4 elf, 3/4 human.

Gender - Female

Appearance - Average height, lean hourglass figure, long red hair, light skin.

Personality - Confident, take-charge, assertive. In any situation, likes to make it clear that even if she is not the leader, she isn't to be ignored or commanded. Constantly vigilant and on-guard.

History - Born to a whore and an actor, she pursued her mother's profession with a passion, and eventually realized that a man with his pants down was quite vulnerable, especially to someone with the skills to take advantage of it. Since then, she has worked as a contract killer as well as a harlot, and derives pleasure from perfecting both arts. Despite her talent, she is quite unknown to most, which makes her jobs all the more simple.

Equipment - Two long knives, makeup and hair/skin dye, anti-conception charms and drugs, steam-powered pistol, hidden in brassiere pocket.

Powers - Expert seductress, skilled in assassination-style combat, but not in actual fighting.

Activity - I can usually be on from about 10-12 Pacific time, as well as other times throughout the day, depending on how busy I am. I'm much more available during the week than on weekends.

[User]
Zarparden Volk

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The whistle for departure from the ferry-ship Aurora startled Zarpaden awake. The scoundrel rubbed his bleary eyes and he wiped a wad of spit from his bristly chin. He sat up among a pile of canvas and sacks containing fruit. A few apple cores and banana rinds were scattered around the man. Two men stood before him, a grim expression on their soot-covered faces. The smaller of the two had a wicked scar across the side of his face. One of his eyes hung lazily in the socket. The other man, bare chested and bristling with muscles pointed a finger at Zarpaden.

"Stowaway!" he said, reaching for Zarpaden's tunic. "Thief!" spat the other man pointing at the discarded fruit rinds. The two pulled Zarpaden to his feet. Still groggy, Zarpaden checked his pockets. His sword was somewhere nearby...

"Now wait a minute, gentlemen," said Zarpaden, attempting to buy some time. "Can't we talk about this?"

"Sure," said one of the men. "You can explain to the cap'n, now move!"

Zarpaden cocked his head to the side. "You did not say please." The two launched themselves at the stowaway, fists raining down on his head and chest, knocking him to the ground once more.

"Tie his hands!" shouted the larger man. Zarpaden was searching frantically for his weapon among his makeshift bed. Where the devil is the blasted thing! Blows continued to fall, and Zarpaden felt his hand wrenched back behind him. He started to kick furiously, connected with something soft, and the attack was momentarily abated. Taking the opportunity, Zarpaden grabbed the nearest thing he could find. His nimble fingers wrapped around something spherical and he flung the thing as hard as he could at the man still attacking him.

"Ooof!" The one-eyed man reeled back into his companion, who was prone clutching his stomach. Zarpaden leapt to his feet with an armful of fruit and began launching apples, bananas, avacados, whatever he could get his hands on at his attackers.

"Ha!" shouted Zarpaden triumphantly. The men retreated, but already Zarpaden could hear more footsteps down the corridor of the cargo hold. Something glinted in the lantern light; a shiny metal sword hilt tucked beneath some burlap. Zarpaden rolled (rather dramatically) to retrieve his blade, stood up and vaulted over the two ferry-men with a laugh. Curses and shouts followed him down the corridor.

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later...

Soaking wet from the short swim through the harbor, Zarpaden sat on a stone embankment outside of the Leaky Grove Tavern. The noise from inside poured onto the street, and Zarpaden wished sorely for a rum. His dinner (and breakfast) had left his stomach churning, and he could do with a hot meal as well. He overturned a soggy boot and seawater splattered onto the cobble road. Zarpaden surveyed his surroundings. The street, wide and busy was one he knew well. He had frequented the city of Runeria once or twice. It had changed in many ways, yet stayed the same. Slipping his foot back into his boot he stood up, plucked a piece of seaweed from his stained tunic and sauntered into the Tavern like he owned the place.

[Assistant]
MIRA STREETWALKER

The sound of water lapping against the hull of the Aurora Ferry almost entirely covered the sound of blood dripping from the portly man's throat to the wooden floor. A pair of recently-cleaned knives rested on the bed, blades treated with a chemical solution that left them with a smoky-looking surface, so as to prevent them shining under lights. Their owner, a tall, fiery-haired young woman, stood at the foot of the bed, frowning at the sight of the hefty merchant who had hired her services, as if remembering how she'd paid for her fare across the water.

At the sound of the whistle announcing the ferry's arrival, the harlot cursed to herself and began to dress, slipping a palm-sized steam-powered pistol into a small pocket within her brassiere, and carefully fastening the straps to allow for easy access to the emergency weapon. The low-cut tunic that went over it also left clear access, and advertised the wearer as the lady of the evening she was. A pair of soft leather pants allowed for freedom of movement, and showcased her long legs, and her tall boots became home to the two smoky knives.

Mira Streetwalker; Harlot, Assassin, and erstwhile adventurer opened the cabin door carefully, so as not to reveal the body to anyone who might be passing by through the hallway. She didn't carry much with her, which set her apart a bit from some of the other passengers, but her coin pouch was heavy after emptying that of the now-deceased merchant. Merging into the crowd, she stepped off of the boat onto the damp streets of Runeria. Though she hadn't been to the city in some time, it exhibited all of the normal traits of a port city, and a harlot like herself was sure to find work quickly enough, especially with the constant influx of sailors on shore leave. With that intention in mind, Mira walked briskly past the street vendors hawking their wares, and found the first Inn she could, hoping to establish herself as open for business, and also find something to drink, to cleanse her palate after the unpleasant night.

The sound of musicians and boisterous patrons drew Mira as surely as a rope on a misbehaving dog. She snuck inside, trying not to make herself too visible, as she was hoping to rest a bit before being hired again, for either of her professions. She would usually have chosen a table towards the back with this intention, but the most shadowed space seemed quite, quite occupied. Bearing this in mind, she took a seat at the bar itself, plunking a few coppery coins on the table with what she hoped was an honest-looking smile. Some taverns liked to have plenty of her kind on hand, to create an atmosphere of easy fun, but others discouraged the presence of whores, attempting to preserve an image of decorum. She waved for a drink, hoping that this place was one of the former, as the clothing of the waitresses suggested.

[User]
"W-what are they doing here?" Outside across the port, curious and fearful eyes looked on as a large white and blue ship brimmed with bronze and gold with white sales waded into the harbor. Just like any other ship, the vessel was greeted by massive mechanical arms and gloved hands which guided it in. Painted diligently across the sails and around the broad sides of the ship were symbols unmistakable to anyone in the world. The symbols of the World Military...

 A raging guffaw of amusement erupted from a group of ragged drinkers seated near the entrance to the tavern, set off by the sight of the damp Zarpaden as he boldly emerged through the entrance, a trail of watery footsteps in his wake. "Whoa what happened buddy?! You look washed up!" Jested one of the old men between bouts of laughter. "Man that's Shallow!" Snickered another. "Oh cry me a river mate!" Chuckled a third. "Yeah, you know it's sink or swim in this world!" The men's few remaining teeth rattled with laughter as they competed to blurt out more water related puns. Most got lost in the cacophony of music and rabble of voices that filled the bottom floor bar section of the tavern.

 Before the three geezers could manage any more quips, the doors swung open again. Their expressions changed entirely, jaws nearly dropping out of their skulls as their eyes glued to the voluptuous form of Mira which appeared from behind the moist man. Captivated by the gyrations of her enchanting motions as she strode by, the old men looked on in awe for several moments before they managed to gather their respective jaws off the floor. Wisecracks and laughter were soon replaced with hooting and whistling. "Hey sweetie pie! How about you let me buy you a drink!" "How 'bout dinner?" "How about a house and kids?" "You old fart, you're dryer than dust in the dessert on a summer day!" "And your broke ass couldn't buy a wart off a cucumber if pickles were sold for stones!"

 The old men continued to bicker as the woman made her way to the long circular bar counter made of dark brown mahogany and embroidered with the carvings of lion heads that lined the surface below its edges. As she approached through the shifting crowds, her gaze was met by the piercing brown eyes of a doberman. Thinly veiled in a cloud of smoke, he drew on a half burned cigar dangling from his tan jowls before huffing out a pale plume from the end of his long snout. Pointed ears rotated subtly as acute hearing monitored the voices of those gathered around the counter for beckons or orders. Finishing up with drying an empty mug, the dober-man relaxed his hands gloved in white against the top of the counter, letting his head sink into his shoulders a bit as he quickly read the expression on Mira's face. An expression he recognized by now as someone who wouldn't be shy with the orders. She probably wouldn't be shy with the money either judging by her attire. Something else he had seen plenty of, though not usually while the sun was still up.

 "Pick yer poison hon." Growled the hound-headed Bartender in a scruff choked voice. Rings of smoke escaped his fang filled maw, floating through the air to frame the fair skinned face of the red haired temptress. "Make it snappy doll. It's a busy one today." Behind the bar were several shelves and cases stocked with liquors and ales imported from all over the seas. Thanks to the many traders and salesmen that frequented Runeria, the variety of everything available was great. The booze was no exception.

Capulet@Polybius

[Assistant]
In a situation like she was presented, Mira had a few options. She could be honest, and simply say that she was tired, had had a long night, and hope that the men would leave off. She could also just ignore them, a tried-and-true method. She chose neither, sticking with her instinct that these men meant well and were simply feeling a bit boisterous. She shot them a wink and a cheeky smile, calling out "Oh, you flatterers! I'm almost tempted to accept!" She then said to the Dober-man barkeep, in a slightly less frivolous tone, "I'll have the pear brandy, if you would. The old gents over at the table there can cover it." A couple of thick silver coins were slid over for the barkeep's trouble, and to show that she was good for the drinks, even if the older men weren't willing to treat her. She fanned the smoke away from her face, then spun on her stool and looked out away from the bar, taking stock of its patrons.

Normally, in a situation like this, Mira would spend time ingratiating herself to a table or two, so as to drum up some business, but at the moment, she was flush for cash, and felt that she deserved a bit of a rest. Her business, after all, kept one up later than most professions. As she surveyed the tavern and its occupants, she noticed a few distinctive points. The men she'd seen before in the back of the room were largely unfazed by her arrival, or at least, they hadn't made any audible comment. There didn't seem to be any other harlots present, at least not in the main eating area, which, combined with her speedy service, boded well for her finding a room for the night, should she decide to stay that long.

Lastly, she noticed the drenched fellow she'd hurried past before. When she'd passed him, she hadn't really paid him any mind; he didn't look a threat, and was a bit too damp to interest her as a customer. Now that she got a look at him, though, she couldn't help but laugh to herself; the man was a mess, with seaweed still clinging to his boots, and hair exhibiting all the signs of saltwater exposure. She slid a couple more coins tot he Dober-Man, and said quietly "That soggy fellow looks like he's had a rough time of it. Could you give him something warming on me?" She wasn't usually a generous woman, but the weighty coin purse and the prospect of a night of real sleep, or at least a patron of her choice, had her feeling unusually wealthy.


[System]
Race:
Gem
Age:
18
Element(s):
Water
Height:
5'4"

Bio:
The King of the Gemminites has had many children in his lifetime, but none quite like Annaveya. She is his the fourth daughter of his highness, and so beautiful was she that she was given the name of his grandmother. Like others of royal blood, she was raised in culture, music, song, and lastly a brilliant education. She developed a keen wit, and had a strong sense for the intrigues of politics and the weight that rulers bore upon the people.

What she didn't know was that she was destined to bear a similarly horrible weight of her own.

On her eighteenth birthday, the day that she would at last be considered an adult by her people, tall armored men stormed the celebration. In a show of ruthless power, the Drakken Noble's court had decided that she would join the bridal candidacy. Whether her mother and father liked it or not, she was to be wed away and taken off to a far away; likely to never be seen again.

The carriage rattled and rumbled along the dirt road to her destination, to an unknown and miserable future. It felt as if she were little more than simply property for the ruling Drakken parties, a token of peace in an imbalanced society.

Once she arrived however, she found that war had been declared. Not only was she doomed to be a future bride to a likely very barbaric husband, she was also now a hostage at best.

Before any more blood was spilled, she desperately needed to find a way to end the war.
Other:
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[User]
Zaerna Throt'oll

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With a breathy sigh, Zaerna flipped a thick tress of vibrant orange hair behind her ear as her stance shifted, her weight now on her left leg. She looked around, unimpressed, at the people and setting around her. She had never been to Shadow Worth before this moment, but standing amid its arches and tapestries now, she was unimpressed. Her own manor was much more intimidating and comfortable at the same time, and she had obviously hired better sculptors. The men around her were nothing special, either. She had expected to meet some worth-while men during her stay here at Shadow Worth, at least some she could take to her mother about to with-hold another conversation about her "hunt for a husband." But, standing in a rag tag group around her were a bunch of less-than-desirable mates. If she had looked at them as any higher than dogs, Zaerna would have pitied the incoming Gemminities for garnering such weak husbands.

Although she was clad in her gold-filigreed armor, Zaerna's femininity was still quite obvious. A royal purple coat was draped over her shoulders, hiding the obtrusive form of her war-mace at her hip. Her armor ended with high, heeled boots and her armor was crafted to show the shape of her bust without presenting any specific structural disadvantage. Her journey to the castle was followed by many curious eyes. Many questioned why she would want a wife at all. A woman of her age and stature should be looking at a husband. In truth, she didn't (not any more than she wanted a husband), but she had earned the new pet and fully assumed to get one. She doubted these little gems had ever seen a woman of her kind before. She withheld a snicker and it turned to a sneer: she was fully expecting them to fawn over her in an attempt to get a merciful lover.

She let a few of the quavering brides arrive before she made her appearance known. First, a fat faced girl who held absolutely no interest to the experienced sorceress. The next was somewhat interesting; very regal looking thing that held herself as if she were important. Zaerna absently tapped on the bottom curve of her horn as she inspected the girls. The third caught Zaerna's eye if only for the fact she was chained. At first, she wondered how feisty she could get, but she soon made it clear that whatever act of bravery she had shown was an anomaly to her; she stayed silent. The fourth girl was just some stumbling waif and Zaerna scoffed. The fifth, scantily clad in some beaded ensemble, came through without incident or originality. She joined the group and barely acknowledged the group of Drakkens.

It was at that point that a man, distantly familiar, stepped forward and "delicately" took the waif's hand to his mouth and kissed it. Zaerna rolled her eyes at the look he shot the rest of his kin - she doubted many wanted such a dainty creature. It wouldn't last. On an unrelated note she felt immense irritation at the fact the man walked around shirtless. No doubt he spent half his time in battle defending his bare flesh for his own vanity. Another gem stumbled into the ballroom, this one looking just slightly roughed up. She looked around with wide, almond shaped, gray eyes. Zaerna found her to be the most aesthetically pleasing of the lot so far. The unadorned one with blue hair was cute, but not in an exotic way like this last one.

A commotion sounded at one of the smaller doors, and Zaerna turned in time to see a gem entering the room and leaving her male guard on the ground. She had no idea how that guard was able to be tripped by the scrawny thing that sauntered into the room, but she hoped he got fired. The girl had a tattoo exposed, which she probably thought made her stand out, and her look of surprising confidence made on of the female Drakken's eyebrows arch highly. Internally, she laughed at whatever fool was going to take her in some attempt to "discipline" her. Women like that deserved no recognition nor gratification for their actions. If Zaerna got stuck with her, she'd merely throw her in the dungeon for a few weeks without food or contact - and what fun would that be? Sure, beating the piss out of her and wiping that look from her face through devious torture would be immensely satisfying, but Zaerna had prisoners of war she could do that to. To her credit, she called to the barbaric male who claimed the waif from before. At least she had backbone.

Into the room, late but not caring came Wilhelm the Black. He strode straight to the Princess, which didn't surprise Zaerna as that gem was garnering quite the attention. Zaerna gave no prudence to her: her family held no power and neither did she, especially now, no matter what illusion the pathetic gems found themselves under. At that point, with many distracted by the towering figure how had just arrived, Zaerna stepped out from the back of the crowd to get a closer look at the assembled brides. Her steps were sounded but the click of her heels and her cloaked swayed elegantly with her easy gait. She looked at each, from a few feet away, from head to toe, ignoring any word they thought they had the right to utter. She stopped at the Gem with gray eyes, her slender hand coming up to career the side of her face. It was reddened and raised, as though she was struck. "Tell me, pretty one, what did you think you had the right to do?" Her voice was smooth and actually pleasant, but her tone was amused and condescending.

[Assistant]
Aery felt black spots on her vision as she swayed on her feet. The first one to get picked. Of course. Hearing the Fire girl speak up in her defense, she glanced in that direction. A girl with a tattoo and a fierce expression in her gold eyes, a proudly raised chin, and she was not all that much bigger than Aery herself. But of course it did nothing for the other girl, except bringing her to the man's attention. Still…

 "Thank you."  she said.  "But you shouldn't have done that." She heard the man's words and bit the inside of her lip to try to hold back the tears that welled up. Her parents' lessons had been drilled into her head since she was little.

Do not trust the Drakkens. They are evil and cruel. They'd shown her a thousand images, taken her and her sisters to talk to parents who'd lost daughters, to hear the rumors of what was done to the brides. Do not trust the Drakkens, do not go willingly, or you'll suffer a fate worse than death. If do wind up being taken, though, don't resist, or your life will be over before you can blink. She felt sick just thinking about what the man might do to her.

Aery shut her eyes, breathing in and out slowly, trying to calm her heart fluttering in her chest. It would do her no good to have a heart attack and die of fear, like her aunt had done when in this situation. No good at all. If she ever wanted to see her sisters again she would have to just tough it out. One, two, four, eight She took in a long breath, calming her shudders. Sixteen, thirty-two, sixty-four, one-twenty-eight. Breathe out. Two-fifty-six, five-twelve, ten-twenty-four, twenty-forty-eight. She opened her eyes, the panicked terror in her dulled to just fear. Forced a bland smile onto her face, keeping her eyes unfocused lest she panic again by realizing her surroundings. Ignorance is blissful. Ignorance is blissful. She could live through this while keeping her mind somewhere else. And maybe then things wouldn't register consciously as being terrible.
@narcissisticpotato

[User]
Annaveya - The Price of Royalty

Theme~

Slowly, the Princess' eyes closed as a barrel-chested Drakken mockingly bowed to her. Even caged like a canary, she refused to sing for him or play his games. Prideful of her blood, and the surety of her cause, she stood strongly without the unnecessary spice and verve that others had shown to possess. She was above that, above the physical violence and transgressions, a symbol of regal nobility as she had always been trained to be. Quietly, the canary's breadth remained steady and smooth, as the bared collarbone of her dress betrayed the tranquility she contained. Beautifully, so beautiful that even other Drakken paused in their breath, she simply smiled slightly.

It were the first hint of any sort of emotion that rose from the Princess, and it simply seemed extraordinary. Just like her father and mother had taught her, the stillest waters oft run the deepest, disguising the extraordinary tempest within.

Unflinching as other girls were paraded in, the Princess simply stood in wait. Not even recognizing the eyes that hungrily strayed over her form. Above them was she, and the regality that lingered within her consciousness refused to collapse to the savagery that the Drakken possessed. Even from a female, there was a hint of interest, but Annaveya cared little. Royalty is what she had been born into, and royalty she would forever remain; whether the one who chose her liked the choice or not.

Yet the air stilled as a Drakken arrived late to the party. Even as she heard heavy footsteps echo past the sounds of mixed defiance and struggle, she remained utterly passive. This was not the moment for spitefulness or hatred, at least the Princess understood it that way. Closer the steps drew, until they paused. Whomever it was had certainly stopped to observe the various treasures that lay before them as the aquamarine beset upon her choker seemed to glisten in the fickle torchlight. Above the struggle of her people, she finally spoke.

"Sisters, each of you are to me." She softly uttered with clarity, dignity, and purpose. Though quiet, her beautiful but melancholy voice carried through the air so vividly; enchanting any ears that would hear her. "Fighting now will resolve little, you know this. Execution on your first night seems not the wisest notion to partake, and I do not wish to see any bloodshed here. Please, make your peace now, but do not break before those who stand above us. These Lords and Ladies are the protectors of our home, fighting against them will only mean the deaths of thousands more, the sacrifice we make tonight will not ever be forgotten. Take solace in that."

Yet even then, her wondrous eyes only partly opened to see a towering Lord stand before her. By over a foot, he loomed over the Princess. However, his hand possessed a chilling caress that brushed stray strands of hair from her pale cheek. Resiliently, she did not break from his studious gaze as her eyes proudly met his. She was not a lesser being before him, at least in her thoughts and heart. Whether he liked it or not, or whomever had her hand as a bride at the night's end, she would forever believe herself never beneath anyone; nor above them.

"Exquisite."

Was the only word that rumbled forth from the Drakken Lord who towered above her. She knew all too well who he was, having heard nightmarish tales of fire and smoke upon the battlefield. Not long after, he offered his hand to her and she slowly curtsied before him. Collectively, a sigh of disappointment rippled through the lordly Drakken as her slender fingertips rose to be held tightly by his digits.

Perhaps in a show of dominance, he smoothly swung her about. The ivory Gemminite dress liquidly flaring about her, beautiful, natural moving, and full of fiery splendor much unlike the tighter, primal Drakken Garb the other girls had been fitted into. In the moonlight that cast a pale spotlight, she shone brilliantly as if the pale orb in the heavens celebrated her exquisite beauty. The spin he had cast her into caused he to be extended just to his fingertips as she was spun back into his form, the magnificent dress she wore flaring about in a flurry of fiery crimsons beset in purest white.

She remained close then, her back just inches away from his front as the Lord's fingertips traced a thin line along the beautiful and unspoiled curvature of her neck. Swaying subtly to the light music that had been played since the Brides had begun to enter by musicians settled at the front of the room beside candlelight.

Possessively then, the Lord's hand seized her waist with his much larger hand, and her own settled softly atop it as he drew her into him. Holding her close, her head turned and tilted ever lightly so that her lips were millimeters away from the corner where his neck found his shoulders. Still proud and regal as ever, she spoke a subtly taunting challenge to the other Lords who stood and watched, some amorously, some enviously, others hungrily like wolves.

"Will I be his? Or do all Drakken Lords and Ladies falter before an opponent that might trouble them? If so, why do you defend my homeland?"

Thief


[System]
Desperado

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-------STATISTICS-------

-------MASTERIES-------

| VIT -- 16 | 50% | BLADES -- D
(-5 Accuracy / -1 Might)

| MGT -- 5 | 60% | POLEARMS -- E
(-15 Accuracy / -1 Might)

| SKI -- 8 | 45% | AXES/BLUNT -- E
(-20 Accuracy / -0 Might)

| SPD -- 6 | 30% | BOWS/RANGED -- E
(-20 Accuracy / -2 Might)

| SRT -- 1 | 25% | THEURGY -- N/A
(-20 Accuracy / -2 Might)

| MND -- 6 | 60% | MYSTICISM -- D
(-10 Accuracy/ -1 Might)

| LUK -- 7 | 30% |
Secondary Statistics

WGT -- 1
ACC -- 22
AVO -- 13 / 18-Buckler
RES -- 2
CRT -- 9
MVT - 6

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Traits:

- BURGLARY -- Can steal gear not currently equipped from an adjacent enemy unit. Provided your speed or skill is greater than theirs.
- CLEAN GETAWAY -- +1 Movement, may use remaining movement after opening a door, opening a chest, stealing or using an item.

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* Bronze Curved Blade

	+ MIGHT | 3 / 5
	+ ACCURACY | 80 / 117
	+ WEIGHT | 3
	+ CONDITION | 29/30
	+ RANGE | 1
	+ SPECIAL | +5% Crit Rate
	+ COST | 265

* Leather Armor

	+ DEFENSE | 2
	+ CONDITION | 20
	+ WEIGHT | 2
	+ SPECIAL | N/A
	+ COST | 125

* Seep -- 𒊮

	+ MIGHT | 1
	+ ACCURACY | 90
	+ WEIGHT | 3
	+ CONDITION | 10
	+ RANGE | 1-3
	+ SPECIAL | A wave of toxic wind rushes over and chokes a target. (50+MND% - Defender's RES) chance to poison. (1/6 VIT lost per turn. For three turns)
	+ COST | 220

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Possessions:
- Boiled Leather Cuirass
- Bronzed Curves Sword
- Lucky Bandana
- 40 Aurums

- Personality / Appearance* Ashür bears the frame of a man who is not unaccustomed to a life of labor, but as to what exactly those labors have been, none can say. Rarely seen without a bandanna covering his mess of filthy blond hair, he stands around 5'11" and at 210lbs. The man bears some fairly toned muscles, though certainly no thicker than his similarly thick companion Lyun. Despite this, he harbors a certain deftness to him. Like that of a greased boar as it were.
* Cynical, aloof, irreligious; Ashür is very clearly not a man of Akkad. And though he has found a 'home' for the last year in the company, he still reveals little of himself or his past. Which is not to say he's difficult to get along with, so long as one can get beyond his loose sense of morals and craven nature. For indeed, he is bluntly honest about the last fact, if ever there was a choice between the company and his own life, he would take the latter one million times out of ten. So when, not if, he abandons you alone under insurmountable odds, don't say he didn't warn you. . . It's just practical.

- Backstory* Ashür no doubt comes from lands to the north of Akkad, whether west or east is not clear, for he's revealed his homeland as Nörgard, Elbe-Saale, Pannonia, and many others countless times. Regardless, his countenance and manner of speech certainly pin him to the more temperate lands, though his command of the Akkadian language and beyond wouldn't make this quite as obvious as it seems. What little else you likely know of him is that he was a bounty-hunter before offering his blade to the company, at least he let the captain know why; he's been on the run for a long while now, it seemed a safe place as any.
* 'Blackhollow' as refers to his name could not even be found upon a map. . .

[User]
Etor: "I'll head this way just to check things out just like Lyun is doing on his side."

He says to no one in particular. After seeing kastilus move toward the group Etor decides to venture to the right, yet again to leave no stone unturned.

Etor: "I'll just be over here if anyone needs me."

He also says this to no one in particular.

Etor moves 6 tiles to 14-24

[Assistant]
Iddin

Iddin looks forward, seeing the advanced group. He snarls for the briefest moment, but regains his composure.

Iddin:  Some mercenaries are too stupid to live, truly. But I suppose he gets to live another day.

The priest bounds forward gracefully, the movement billowing his robes and echoing through trinkets. Once he reaches the middle of the group, he addresses the vanguard.

Iddin:  Zuzu walks alongside! But keep your advance moderate, for his grace is limited... Siris, is it? I trust you understand what limited means.

Iddin moves 6 spaces to 10-19, passively triggering Inspirational. Ashur, Zarif, Siris, Gesties, and Kastilus gain 10 Hit/Avoid for the phase.

[User]
A locked door. The band's thief would have to deal with that, if and when he deemed it necessary. With the main group walking further ahead, Lyun simply backtracks towards them.

Lyun moves 6 tiles to 9-22.

[Assistant]
Keeping his guard up and intently focusing on his surroundings Siris ignores his comrade and continues to cautiously advance.

Siris moves 3 tile to 11-15 and waits

[User]
Makeen

Makeen: Enough battle, let's open some doors!

Makeen moves to 4-24.

[Assistant]
Zarif

Zarif waited for the soldier's response... and waited some more. The merchant blushed, he was certain the swordsman had heard him. The place was damn quiet besides the tinkling of their armor and their echoing footsteps.

The awkward silence was broken by the Prist walking up from behind. In his determined, confident tone, he too called out for Siris... and was also ignored. Zarif was not the closest of friends with the strange zealot, but their shared indignity made look over at him and smile awkwardly at the man, and shrug.

Zarif: What an asshole...

Zarif moves 1 tile north to 10-16

[User]
Quiet shuffling through the dark. . . Even the cautious and experienced among them could hear their own kit rattling in the din of sound amongst those sandstone cobbles. The three ahead can feel the still air in the buried zigguarot, the low-ceiling corridor opens up into unknowable heights beyond. Like a great cavern or the edge of the shore -- They cannot fathom what dwells therein, or where, that trepidation stays their feet in slight.

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FOES

NONE

BLUE YEEK WARRIOR

| VIT -- 11 BLADES -- C
| MGT -- 4 POLEARMS -- D
| SKI -- 5 AXES/BLUNT -- E
| SPD -- 6 BOWS/RANGED -- E
| SRT -- 0 THEURGY -- N/A
| MND -- 0 MYSTICISM -- N/A
| LUK -- 4

* YEEK CLAWS

	+ MIGHT | 1
	+ ACCURACY | 80
	+ WEIGHT | 0
	+ RANGE | 1
	+ SPECIAL | Thin and nigh serrated, natural weapons of the Yeek.
	+ CLASS | BLADE

* GNARLED SPEAR

	+ MIGHT | 3
	+ ACCURACY | 80
	+ WEIGHT | 4
	+ CONDITION | 5/5
	+ RANGE | 1
	+ SPECIAL | Little more than a tree limb, knapped to a point.
	+ CLASS | POLEARM

* GNARLED JAVELIN

	+ MIGHT | 2
	+ ACCURACY | 65
	+ WEIGHT | 5
	+ CONDITION | 5/5
	+ RANGE | 1-2
	+ SPECIAL | A little more craftsmanship was put into this tree limb, it might just fly straight.
	+ CLASS | POLEARM

* YEEK HIDE

	+ DEFENSE | 1
	+ WEIGHT | 0
	+ SPECIAL | Rubbery and blue.

JITTERY -- After engaging in battle, this unit may move to an unoccupied adjacent tile.

BLUE YEEK ENSI

| VIT -- 9 BLADES -- D
| MGT -- 2 POLEARMS -- E
| SKI -- 2 AXES/BLUNT -- E
| SPD -- 8 BOWS/RANGED -- E
| SRT -- 5 THEURGY -- C
| MND -- 0 MYSTICISM -- N/A
| LUK -- 6

* YEEK CLAWS

	+ MIGHT | 1
	+ ACCURACY | 80
	+ WEIGHT | 0
	+ RANGE | 1
	+ SPECIAL | Thin and nigh serrated, natural weapons of the Yeek.
	+ CLASS | BLADE

* Heal -- 𒀀

	+ MIGHT | 0 (As Melee)
	+ ACCURACY | 90 (As Melee)
	+ WEIGHT | 0
	+ CONDITION | 20
	+ RANGE | 1
	+ SPECIAL | Restores VIT to an adjacent ally equal to (SRT+7)
	+ COST | 250

* Word of Zuug-Agbliish -- 𒀯

	+ MIGHT | 1 (As Melee)
	+ ACCURACY | 80 (As Melee)
	+ WEIGHT | 2
	+ CONDITION | 4/4
	+ RANGE | 4
	+ SPECIAL | Until the start of this unit's next turn, all allies within four tiles gain +2 Might +15 AVO, while foes lose -15 AVO
	+ COST | --

* YEEK HIDE

	+ DEFENSE | 1
	+ WEIGHT | 0
	+ SPECIAL | Rubbery and blue.

RED YEEK

| VIT -- 26 BLADES -- E
| MGT -- 6 POLEARMS -- E
| SKI -- 3 AXES/BLUNT -- C
| SPD -- 5 BOWS/RANGED -- E
| SRT -- 0 THEURGY -- N/A
| MND -- 0 MYSTICISM -- N/A
| LUK -- 2

* BRONZE BATTLE AXE

	+ MIGHT | 6
	+ ACCURACY | 70
	+ WEIGHT | 3
	+ RANGE | 1
	+ SPECIAL | N/A
	+ CLASS | AXE

* RED YEEK HIDE

	+ DEFENSE | 2
	+ WEIGHT | 0
	+ SPECIAL | Tough and red.

DAUNT -- -10 Hit/Critical Rates to enemies within 3 tiles.

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BLUE YEEK WARRIOR #1
VIT 0/11
KILLED BY ASHUR

BLUE YEEK WARRIOR #2
VIT 0/11
KILLED BY SIRIS

BLUE YEEK WARRIOR #3
VIT 0/0
KILLED BY MAKEEN

BLUE YEEK WARRIOR #4
VIT 9/11

BLUE YEEK WARRIOR #5
VIT 0/11
KILLED BY GESTIES

BLUE YEEK WARRIOR #6
VIT 0/0
KILLED BY ASHUR

BLUE YEEK WARRIOR #7
VIT 0/0
KILLED BY SIRIS

BLUE YEEK WARRIOR #8
VIT 0/0
KILLED BY LYUN

BLUE YEEK WARRIOR #9
VIT 0/0
KILLED BY LYUN

BLUE YEEK WARRIOR #10
VIT 0/0
KILLED BY ZARIF

BLUE YEEK ENSI #1
VIT 0/0
KILLED BY ZARIF

RED YEEK #1
VIT 0/26
KILLED BY LYUN

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ALLIES

Gesties

| VIT -- 14/14 BLADES -- D
(-5 Accuracy / -1 Might)

| MGT -- 6 POLEARMS -- E
(-15 Accuracy / -1 Might)

| SKI -- 7 AXES/BLUNT -- E
(-20 Accuracy / -0 Might)

| SPD -- 5 BOWS/RANGED -- C
(+5 Accuracy / 0 Might)

| SRT -- 2 THEURGY -- N/A
(-20 Accuracy / -2 Might)

| MND -- 1 MYSTICISM -- N/A
(-10 Accuracy/ -1 Might)

| LUK -- 6

* BRONZE SICKLE SWORD

	+ MIGHT | 5
	+ ACCURACY | 75
	+ WEIGHT | 4
	+ RANGE | 1
	+ SPECIAL | N/A
	+ CLASS | BLADE

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HELLIONS PHASE

COMMENCE