[System]
Age: 16
Gender: Female

With cold ice-like eyes of a silver-blue, and long messy hair of obsidian purple-black, Exo has pale skin, rather shocking in this climate, but pale none the less. She is fairly tall, and rather skinny, her preferred clothes are looseish, and she likes her hair pulled partially back. Her hair has never been cut in all her life.

HUSK

Defects: Exo has a badly connected, half-shattered, soul, meaning she struggles to feel, going from totally emotionless to super feeling, and straight back to emotionless, sometimes in less than a few seconds, sometimes lasting for a while. Now, don't get me wrong, she can still like things, and laugh at things she finds funny, but she doesn't normally seem to feel a lot. Except when she does, and then there are more emotions than she would care to have all at once.
Exo actually remembers a fair amount of her life as a husk, thanks muchly to her soul being rather, …well, badly connected. She can remember many of her 'tools of the trade' as one might call them, and so she can still act as a scout, if and when they finally trust her.

Bio: Exo grew up inside an Oasis, and started training as soon as she could. It soon was discovered that she was quick and silent, with an aptitude for climbing and running. She also had rather sharp senses and so it made her perfect, almost, for a scout. Pretty much her whole time was spent training, getting better at everything she needs to know for her job. Since she has been accepted as a scout, Exo has been on one minor routine patrol outside of the walls. It was nothing special, and so she has yet to go on a real patrol.

Extras: Pyromaniac, …just …well, …let's not talk about it. She also absolutely adores music (once she has a soul), it is one of the things that can pull out her emotional side. She wears thin fingerless fighting gloves with inch-long spikes sticking out, in the place of a knuckle-duster, hence her nickname of 'Spikes'.

[User]
"... Yes." Freya looked towards the husk who approached, a brow cocking up when she noted his appearance. "I assume you're part of the squad. I'd say hop on, but your skin looks... Northern. Have you let the Officer know, so he can ration us out some sun-guard for you?" She buckled up behind the wheel, adjusting the mirror to see a sleeping husk in the back seat. "I know how a sunburn can effect performance, and I'd like to prevent that." She glanced to the back of the jeep, at the cases of supplies, and again to the sleeping husk.
"Hey, Officer," She called, leaning out of her door. "Can you grab us one of the blankets from the back? We've got our night-shifter resting up, but she's probably gonna get burned."

[Assistant] Stretching like a cat, Exo rolled over, barely staying on the seat, "We all here yet?" she muttered hearing the voice of someone other than that loud-mouthed Officer, the one who hated that she had slept in the jeep. but really, if she had stayed at the dorms, there was no way she'd be up and at the gate in-time. Sitting up, she blearily rubbed at her eyes, before wincing and shading them from the sun, "can we go yet?" scratching the back of her neck, she pulled her lose, long, midnight hair back into a high pony-tail. Grimacing and squinting, she wasn't the biggest fan of the sun, Exo noted the female in the front, probably the person she'd be deferring to. "Sir." she stated, "Exo Neversong. Scout, night-shift. Reporting in." Her words were slightly stunted, a result of having little less than a few hours sleep.

[User]
"...Hm. I'm not sure. I haven't had the time to meet with everyone since I was assigned the squad." Freya began, looking from behind her glasses at the faces of the two others that were around her. "...The list of names I had gotten, though, was just three- myself included. If this guy here is in the squad, then we are all here." Her eyes settled on the odd male husk to the side of her, resting a hand on the steering wheel.

 "...If I read correctly, are you Rory..?" She thought back to the list of squadmates she had gotten. "...You had no last name on the sheet. An oddity like that would make sense on... Someone with an odd appearance, like yours." Hoping she hadn't hit a sore spot, she adjusted the seat, putting the key in the ignition. Turning to the girl in the back, she began to answer the other question she had asked. "I'm waiting on one member to get a go from the Officer. I do not like to hear him more than I need to."

[Assistant] "Aye" Rory said "Rory, second Lieutenant, Dragoon" reciting his rank and position as he looked from the husk in the back to Freya "reporting to squad A19, from D17" he nodded to Freya, she requested a blanket for the night-shifter in the back, she was addressing the officer but Rory went and got one himself, climbing into the back of the jeep he handed the blanket to the Night-shifter, he then turned back to Freya, "sun-guard, unnecessary" he said answering her earlier question.

[User] Nodding her understanding to the lady in the front, Exo watched the other husk, Rory, as he headed off, and then again when he returned, climbing in the back and handing her a blanket. She thanked him, curling up and shutting her eyes; they wouldn't have stayed open longer even if she tried. She didn't actually sleep, just sort of snoozed, still hearing everything, but managing to rest up anyway. They'd wake her if they needed her, and hopefully not until then.

[Assistant]
"Ah, good." She turned to watch the strange husk as he got the blanket himself, trying to not outwardly show her confusion. "...I feel as though it's necessary for one to have their full name known- at least, on paper if not said- to the people they're working with. It prevents infighting and helps each member get along better." She explained, popping her shoulder and turning back to the front. "Ah, the sun-gaurd is necessary, too, if you were referring to that." She almost had a hint of a smirk as the night-watch, Exo, fell back asleep. "Since this is everyone..." Freya began, before leaning out of the car.
"Officer, All Squademates Accounted For!" she called, her voice bouncing off of the buildings around. "Ready For Final Check-Off, Sir!"
The officer approached, scanning the three with unfeeling eyes.

"ALL MEMBERS ACCOUNTED FOR, CHECK." It began, Freyas' jaw tightening as it "spoke". "WATER RATIONS," it moved to theback, lifting the covering off of the supplies in the back. "CHECK. FOOD RATIONS, CHECK. AMMUNITION, CHECK. WEAPONS, CHECK. APPREHENSION TOOLS, CHECK. CONTAINMENT EQUIPMENT, CHECK." The list went on and on, for what, to Freya, felt like days, until the Officer finally hit the last check, and moved back to Freya. "CHECKLIST IS COMPLETED. YOUR RUN WILL BE A THIRTY DAY RUN. YOU WILL RETURN AT NIGHT." At this point, Freya mumbled along with the officer, knowing his speech word for word. "APPREHEND ANY BODY OUTSIDE OF THE OASIS. IF ANYONE IS APPREHENDED ALIVE, RETURN IMMEDIATELY. IF A DEAD BODY IS APPREHENDED, PUT THEM IN CONTAINMENT AND RETURN AS NORMAL. IF ANY TROUBLE ARISES, REPORT IT ON THE RADIO."
Freya looked to the radio that was in the car, hooked in near the clutch. It was a typical radio, akin to the kind she had read were used by transporters in the times before Oasis. Above it were two screens- a GPS, and a radar; neither of them were on. At he end of the Officers' speech, she started the jeep,revving its engines. The wall opened nearby, to the large and unforgiving desert, and she drove out, turning on the GPS and Radar once the gates closed.

Freya drove in silence for a while, checking behind her to see the oasis before speaking. "Well, we're out now. Buckle up, because I have a right of passage for the newcomer." She let herself smirk deviously, flicking the mirror to look at the sleeping scout, then looked ahead, to a large, ominous sand dune. "If she was seasoned she wouldn't be sleeping like that." She almost snickered, flooring it, speeding to the dune.

[User] Piotrek was up in one of the buildings around the entrance to Metro, he was watching the surrounding area and had noticed a scavenger on a bike headed for the entrance, as it was one scavenger on a bike he let him pass to the gate guards. after a while he headed back as another sniper took his place, the guards recognized him and let him in and he headed to his room and took off his gas mask and put his rifle on a rack before heading out again to get something to eat.

[Assistant] After a nice rest he woke up. It was more that he woke up because of a nightmare he kept having. In his dream he could see shadowy figures. People had told him stories about the demons that HUSKS were. He knew it to be a farce but ever since he was a child he had nightmares. It could have been about some greater evil, perhaps the ones who made the Oasis. But he never could see what they looked like. He packed his things and disarmed his trap. Once finished he walked out and explored the town. He wasn't sure why but he felt like he needed to keep moving. Soon he found himself in front of what passed as food establishment. He ordered a few things with a smile and waited.

[User]
Snapping her eyes open, Exo frowned for barely a second, gathering together her conscience enough to work out where she was. She hadn't really fallen asleep, just a tad more asleep than she had intended. Slamming her eyes closed against the blinding light, she sat up, just as the jeep pretty much literally jumped a massive sand dune, evicting a grunt from Exo.

After the jeep had finally felt like it had settled back on the ground, she started fumbling through her pockets, fishing for something, growling softly as she couldn't find, ……… got it. Hooking a long thin strip of material out, she wrapped it round her eyes, protecting them from the sun. The material was still thin enough to see through, although it stopped the sun from getting to her eyes quite so easily. It didn't really impair her vision, but rather, saved it for the night.

Exo's night vision was, by far, better than her seeing during the day, but it also meant that she sometimes had a problem with the brightness of the sun, something she was getting better at dealing with.

[Assistant]
Freya let out a snort of approval as the car settled, jolting everyone in it around. "First rule of a patrol is to always buckle up." She had a hint of a dry chortle in her words, glancing back at the scout. "Huh, a blindfold? I used to do that, until I found a better solution." eyes going back to the sand in front of her, she slid a pair of un-mirrored sunglasses out of her pocket. "Use these- they protect your eyes more than cloth." She tossed the glasses in the back carefully, glancing at the displays in the jeep.

"The last reported inkling of a live body was north, about a days' drive. If my experience is correct, they have moved either closer- to enter the safe radius- That is, the area around the Oasis that we believe to have extensive knowledge of- or, farther into the north." Freya explained, reviewing terminology for the new scout in the back to keep silence at bay. "Rory, keep an eye on the radar. I will head to the last reported spot, and once there we will decide which rout we should take." At that moment, she let her dialogue stop, the sound of the jeep being the last noise.

[User]
Rory simply held onto the side of the jeep as the driver girl speed over a dune rather the buckle a restraint, the only sound he made during the jump was a low growling laugh but the scout had woke up and put a cloth over her eyes before Freya handed her a pair of darkened glass lenses as a shield from the sun and ordered him to watch the radar.

"yes Kommandant" Rory said as he moved over to the radar. he stared at it's screen watching for anything to come up

[Assistant]
"First rule of a patrol is to always buckle up."

She nodded, then snapped her head back up from searching, to see a ……… something landing in her lap. "Use these- they protect your eyes more than cloth." Carefully picking the objects up, Exo peered at them, examining them from every side before deciding they had to work like the ones the squad leader was wearing. Finding the arms, she pulled them on, carefully extracting the cloth from beneath, and tucking it back in her pocket. "Thanks" They certainly worked better than the cloth, shading out the sun, while leaving her vision pretty much unchecked.

Listening silently to the report of where live body's had last been seen, Exo was definitely glad that terms were explained, she'd heard some of them before, sure, but better to have them explained once to many, than once to few.


[System]
Nickname(s): Dani

Gender: Female

Age: 11

House: Yet to be determined (Sorting Hat)

Appearance:
Dani is rather petite, standing at only 3'7" and weighing about 39 pounds, with straight, light brown hair that hangs down to her shoulders and blue eyes. She has a round face with a button nose and small ears that are normally hidden by her hair. Her body shape is rather slender, though it is obvious that she doesn't have any sort of well-defined musculature.

The clothing she wears when not wearing the uniform usually consists of bright or pastel colored clothing, and is virtually limited to simple t-shirts and either pants or shorts, depending on the weather. One thing that is constant, however, is that she always has some sort of accessory in her hair, whether its a clip or a ribbon. The uniform itself is the same as that of every other student at Hogwarts, though maybe a little ill-fitting due to her small size.

Wand:
Length: 7 and ½ inches
Wood: Pine
Core: Unicorn hair

Pet: None

Strengths: Dani is quite skilled at reading body language and other nonverbal communication, as well as communicating without speaking, both of which are due to the fact that she is mute. She's also quite good at going unnoticed, which is partially due to her small size. Though it shouldn't come up for a while, it is worth mentioning that she is exceptional when it comes to dueling because she doesn't cast magic verbally and can spot her opponent's tells more easily. It's also worth mentioning that she has a large amount of magical power and a talent for using it efficiently.

It might accurately be described as a strength, but Dani also has synesthesia, which means that she associates colors with letters, numbers, and sounds, as well as other associations. Perhaps as expected, Dani is a rather exceptional artist and musician, having been involved in art and music classes and clubs throughout her life so far.

Weaknesses: Dani is unable to speak, having been born mute, in addition to having Nyctophobia, or the fear of the dark. She is also entirely new to the whole magic thing, as she is a muggle-born witch. As such, she is often unsure of what she's doing or proper customs, which can lead her into trouble with others. Due to being unable to speak, it is rather easy for others to bully her, and she has a tendency to let things go that she shouldn't. Another thing to note here is that she is pretty weak physically, which is primarily due to her small size. As such, she's not very strong, fast, or durable, and she doesn't have a great amount of endurance.

A negative side-effect of her synesthesia is that she has a tendency to space out when experiencing something particularly intense, like a crescendo in music or a particularly vivid image. While these moments are usually pleasant, they can result in sensory overload, causing discomfort, irritability, or pain. Some sounds in particular have been known to provoke negative responses in her, which can be a bit surprising for someone usually so sweet.

Personality: Dani is, at first impression, a rather cold, distant person. But that is primarily because she can't speak, and, upon getting to know her, it becomes clear that she is actually a sweet and kind-hearted individual who enjoys the company of others. Dealing with people who don't understand her condition or who are impatient in dealing with her has resulted in her developing a surprising amount of patience for a child of her age.

Unfortunately, Dani can be rather spacey, an idea popping into her head having a tendency to capture her attention for longer than it should. That's not to say that she's not intelligent; she's about average in that department. It's just that she might get stuck on a concept because it is interesting to her, or something along those lines. If anything, it helps her understand the material better, if at a slightly slower pace than her peers.

History: Dani grew up in a small, rather unassuming muggle town in England. Apart from being mute and a synesthete, her life was rather normal. The only thing that her conditions resulted in were some bullying here and there and finding new ways to deal with the hassles of public school. There were a few times that she noticed that she was able to do things she shouldn't have been able to do, though she usually just brushed them off as her overactive imagination playing tricks on her.

It wasn't until she turned eleven on February 14th, that she discovered the magical side of the world, as a ministry official, who looked rather ridiculous if she was being honest, arrived at her doorstep with a letter of invitation to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was there for quite some time explaining everything to the bewildered family, which also included Dani of course. By the time he was done, however, it was rather clear that the best option was to agree to send Dani to the school.

Preparing for the year took quite a bit of time, though mostly because they understood nothing about what they would need or where to get it and had a million questions for the ministry official who was tasked with guiding them through Diagon Alley. Really, the poor man deserved a medal of some sort for putting up with the small family, as the questions they asked seemed as though they would have common sense answers that would get tiring to answer.

Eventually, however, they did manage to acquire everything that she would need for her first year. From there, time seemed to fly until the day arrived to send her off at Platform 9 and ¾.

NPCs: None, currently

Other:
Dani carries a whiteboard and a variety of dry-erase markers around with her as a means of easy communication.

[User]
Professor Quinn would be standing at the back of the hall. Her eyes would set carefully upon each first year student as they left their podium. Thoes involved in the incident knew that they needed to get in line and follow her.

She only led away the first years. The upperclassmen who had been involved would be dealt with separately.

She would lead them down the hall, down a stair, up a stair, and finally lead them into a room lined with long wooden benches. There was a wider door, perhaps it lead to the headmistresses office. There were a few small tables, some had plants set upon it, one of which seemed to be... watching them. There were a few paintings on the walls as well, all empty: All the subjects of these paintings were in the great hall. This made each work of art seem like a landscape or still life.

"Wait here. The Headmistress will arrive shortly." Professor Quinn instructed.

[Assistant]
<Julius Hillshire>
Julius paced around, an excited look on his face. He was in Slytherin! It was not Hufflepuff like he wanted, but his dad said that Slytherin was probably the best house in Hogwarts, so he was fine with that!

Of course, his celebration was dampened by the fact that he was in trouble before the first day of classes even started. That had to be a new record, or something.

Oh whatever, it doesn't detract from the fact that Hogwarts was freaking amazing! Look at those walls! The candles! The stairs that were freaking moving!!! He bounced around, looking everywhere he could as they were led to what was probably the principals office. He turned to look at some of the others, and spotted Rozie, James and Moriah. He walked up to them, a grin on his face.

"Man this place is a-freaking-mazing, don't you think? I can't wait for the lessons to start," he said rapidly. "So how do you feel about your houses? I got into Slytherin. It's not Hufflepuff, but it's still pretty cool I guess. Say, I wonder if Wade is around here? I should probably talk to him - that punch to the liver is gonna need an apology, or something."

[User]
Layla Ginlio

Layla wiped the sweat off her brow as she was sorted into Gryffindor. Was she surprised? Well, yes. Considering her father had been in Ravenclaw, yes, she had expected to be in there. Oh well! You're IN Hogwarts! Stop having a flipping go - at yourself! Layla was barely repressing a squeal as she sat down at the Gryffindor table. Maybe she would be like Hermione Granger, who she had read about in a book... STOP!

Layla sighed. She looked around at her fellow first years; a short red-headed girl  caught her eye. She wracked her brain and remembered her name was Charlotte Mary Slinger - or something of the sort.

"Hi there. My name's Layla Ginlio, but, um, you may already remember that from the Sorting," she gabbled, finding her confidence suddenly, "Do you know, once my dear father once took my toy broom off me and I was so angry I turned myself invisible! Amazing, eh?" Layla sighed happily, "You know, this place is MASSIVE! How are we ever going to find our way around? Oh! Have you read A History Of Hogwarts yet? I read it the day I got it! So fabulous. Did you know that a wizard or with can't Apparate inside the Hogwarts grounds! Unless, of course, the Headmistress, Professor McGonagall, lifts the enchantments... Sorry! Sorry! I'm rambling! Anyway, nice to meet you."

[Assistant]
Nolan left the stool and the hat that seemed to know so much and slowly made his way to the back of the Great Hall. Despite the enchanted ceiling and ghosts and mass of students, his eyes were on the point directly ahead of him to where Professor Quinn was standing. He could feel the stares of a few of the students on him, his brothers' no doubt among them, but he wasn't the first of the first years to have to join the Professor instead of sitting at the table.

What did Professor Quinn even teach? He racked his brain for the information, but it didn't come to him. That was surprising as he'd been asking all about his teachers in the past weeks. He'd come to the conclusion that with his trouble learning, he was going to have to get on their good sides if he wanted to survive school. Either way he'd already failed at making a good impression with her. He hadn't even had a chance to explain himself. Chandler and Caelum had been swept away before Nolan himself had even been unfrozen. The thought flashing into his mind he turned on the spot to take a look at the line. He breathed a sigh of relief as he caught sight of each of them, seemingly fine now. But he had to wonder, did the teachers think he'd done something to them like that Slytherin girl? Worse, did Judoc think so?

He watched in silence as they each got sorted into other houses. Disappointing. He took note of his fellow Slytherins, wondering what they would be like. Would he get along with them?

The walk to headmistress's office was silent for him. Had anyone tried to talk to him they would find him completely lost in his own brooding. He shook out of it once they were left in the room with the benches however and he approached Chandler. "Doin' all right?" he asked.

[User]
IN THE WAITING ROOM

Moirah stammered when Julius approached and asked the question: "I... I'm a Slytherin too!" Her eyes were wide behind her thick glasses, she looked both astounded and uncertain. She would be in the same house as her most recent set of antagonists. Was she doomed to be picked on by her peers the rest of her school days? She would not be alone though, Julius, who had punched a popular Slytherin in the gut was now sorted into the house as well! She would make sure to keep close to him. He could stand up to the bullies, unlike herself.

Caelum  kept to herself on the outskirts of the room. She slowly walked toward where professor Quinn stood. "P-professor... I... I don't think I should be here I didn't really do anything..."

The teacher gave Caelum a pitiful look. "You did nothing? Is that why your knuckles are bruised?"

Caelum stuffed her hands into her robes, it was true, her knuckles were red and pink, some beginning to turn purple. "That... but that was..."

"Enough, take responsibility for your mistakes. Excuse me." The professor broke away from Caelum and disappeared from the room, perhaps to go fetch the professor.

She was uncertain for a moment, then spotted Chandler and Nolan. She walked toward them and spoke quietly upon her arrival.

"Are you guys okay? I don't even understand what happened..."

IN THE DINNING HALL

Sitting next to Layla Ginlio was a second year boy who decided to butt into the conversation. "There are tons of enchantments that limit the students here at Hogwarts! In the name of security we have been forced to surrender our freedoms! Imagine how much time we could save if we could apparate between classes! And why interfere with our electronics? Just because we are wizards doesn't mean we should be cut off from muggles! I am drafting a petition to allow the use of cellular phones on school grounds. Would you like to sign it?"

[Assistant]
The fight that had started on the train was quickly finished as a wave of cold filled the entire section of the train, holding everyone, Dani included, in place until the teacher, a harsh-looking woman, came by and released them one at a time. Though grateful that the chaos had been ended, Dani couldn't help but feel that she and her two new friends were also in trouble, despite having had nothing to do with the whole mess.

Her fear that she would be in trouble kept her from really enjoying the sights and sounds as they disembarked the train at the station, she and the other first years being led down to the river where boats were waiting. In spite of her miserable condition, she couldn't deny that the view of the castle as they went around the bend in the river was magnificent, what with the tall towers and buttresses extending far above the trees along the riverbank.

The whole ceremony did nothing to alleviate the nervousness that Dani was feeling, though it, fortunately, seemed to go by quite quickly, with her being placed in Ravenclaw, not that she particularly knew what that meant exactly. Once the hat was done with her, Dani followed the other first years who had been involved in the mess on the train to the back of the Hall where the teacher stood, watching everything with shrewd eyes. Hopefully, they would be able to explain their side of the story and would be able to evade punishment.


[System]
Alias: Polarity Man – The Soldier of the Skies

Age: 33

Personality: Hopeful, Mellow, Brave, Self-Destructive, Indifferent

Archetype: Alien tech, the origin of which is kept secret from him by his military superiors.

Powers: Polarity Man's powers mainly come from his mechanical power suit, which he has dubbed the "Patroller". The suit's capabilities include jet propulsion flight with a recorded Mach 2 speed limit, enhanced strength, radiation and atmospheric-pressure resistance, satellite wave interception, a visual scanner, and an arm blaster which fires radioactive or electrical energy at either short bursts or prolonged streams.

The lieutenant himself has one specific power which is the generation of a negatively charged energy with radioactive elements. In fact, his physiology changes to a plasma-like state when he generates enough of this energy that allows him to phase through certain solid surfaces, mainly the metal plating of the Patroller as it lacks an entry hatch.

Weaknesses: The two halves of Polarity Man cannot function without the other; Lawrence Trainor requires the suit to regulate his energy production or he risks overloading himself but the Patroller also cannot function without his unique energy signature either. The specifics of an overload are unclear but the lieutenant has no intentions of testing the theories regarding it.

Appearance: Underneath the armor and uniform are burns that have completely erased all traces of the lieutenant before becoming Polarity Man. To remedy this, specially prepared bandages that can help regulate the negative energy are wrapped around most of his body. This personal appearance of his is completely secret to the public though. For all they know, the Patroller suit is Polarity Man.

Character Evolution: While I personally will go with the flow of the story, I hope to see Polarity Man change from just a soldier to a real superhero over its course, perhaps even find the humanity that he lost. Other character changes will hopefully happen though I don't have anything else in mind at the moment.

BRIEF Bio: As a USAF test pilot, Lt. Trainor had flown many top-secret aircraft out of the Langley airbase he was stationed at. The day he flew the experimental jet codenamed "Doom Patroller" was just like any other as well. The eggheads present at the flight assured him that it was going to revolutionize the way all fighter jets could respond to meta-human threats, serving as a solution rather than just a distraction. Lawrence didn't believe the assessments, or rather, he didn't care. However, once the jet's systems shut off mid-flight and he started to free fall from the sky, he went from disinterested to shrieking mad in an instant. Before he hit the ground though, the jet imploded upon itself and form fitted a mechanical suit to his body that protected him from the impact.

When he came to, Lawrence was back at the air base's medical bay but some remains of the jet had somehow fused to parts of his body like shrapnel which they were unable to remove. These pieces embedded in his skin gave off a unique energy signature that he would find to be both a curse and a blessing. He would spend months recovering from the crash and even more months learning to use the jet's new form. While this went on, his superiors had negotiated for him to become a part of the Justice League as a US government sponsored member. Though the details of the deal are not known by the public, Polarity Man now finds himself in the ranks of the Justice League.

Notes: The character is mostly Negative Man with a twist of Robot Man, Blue Beetle and Captain Atom, while the mech appearance is the Gespenst from Endless Frontier. The Patroller suit is 2.12 meters in height and weighs 328.40 kilos.

Sample Post:

"Did I ever tell you how ridiculous the name 'Polarity Man' sounds?" said the being of pure energy emerging from the metal chassis of a jet-black mech suit, after landing in the middle of Nowhere, Virginia. Slowly, this being would reform itself into a solid state but the man that stood in its place looked quite banged up. Bandages covered a majority of his body but he otherwise looked just like any other flyboy that operated out from the Langley airbase, complete with a bomber jacket with an assortment of military badges and a pair of shades that look straight out of Top Gun. He would lay on the grassy field he found himself in, letting the minutes pass along with clouds that flew by. However, this tranquility wouldn't last long as he stood back up and continued his complaints. "I bet you the same engineers who designed the jet came up with the name. Apparently, we needed a fitting identity for the J.L. and a tagline that the public would recognize for good P.R. branding. I mean, I really don't care bu-."

Before he could finish his sentence, he would begin to lose his balance and fall to one knee as an electrical charge surged through his body. He stayed in such a position for a few minutes before regaining his composure as the shock stopped. "Right. Forgot about that. I guess we better suit back up, huh?" Across the man was no one else but the mech suit that he had emerged from, currently lifeless and immobile. However, the moment Lieutenant Lawrence Trainor re-entered, the systems of the machine were quick to start back up. With a smirk hidden underneath his bandages, Polarity Man would fire up his engines and hit the skies once more, patrolling to protect the free world underneath him.

[User]
in Episode 6

One minute they were on earth and the next they were in earth adjacent.

"The league files don't do this place justice." Gypsy said as she took in the sights around her. Flowers and streetsigns with faces, the sun high up in the sky with a very noticeable grin, and building that felt like they swayed and danced. "Pun intended"  she added still full of wonder.

The young hero has heard of this place, the fifth dimension, home to many of the known oddities that has appeared over the course of history. One of the biggest oddities Mister Mxyzptlk was among Superman's constant foes. Their chaotic personality and reality breaking abilities made them formidabel enemies, and in Toon Girl's case a very formidable ally.

Gypsy's curiosity aside she couldn't help but not notice the younger girl's change in demeanor. Normally Toon Girl was very animated much like how this world appeared, but the person taht stood behind her and Superman was acting more like a teen drama protoganist rather than a saturday morning cartoon character, she didn't like it one bit. Her actions reminded her too much of her earlier street working days, vulnerable, cornered, hurt.

The mere mention of the one eyed slime drones creatures raining from the sky made Gypsy's skin tingle. They looked like old cartoon monsters whe would watch back when she was much younger. Even as adult she kind of hated those kinds of creatures. She liked Kang and Kodos from the Simpsons, but the snot monsters looked nothing like them. The raining snot monsters were far too real and far too chaotic. They reeked of something "wrong".

[Assistant]
The Intimadated Blue Beetle
Episode 9

'For here am I sitting in a green bubble, far above the world...'

Ted sung in his head to pass the time as GL shuttled the team over to an emergency call at STAR labs. It would be cool to see all of the technological marvels on display in the facility, even if Ted wouldn't be able to get an up close look at them. He'd heard there was some cool stuff being worked on there such as some pretty smart AIs, top of the line cloning and he'd even heard rumours of a magical artifact stockpile housed inside.

The Blue Beetle was snapped out of his technological fantasizing by being placed on the ground. Getting to the lab, Green Lantern wasted no time dividing the team in two. Ted had expected to be put on civilian duty due to the somewhat metal based nature of his costume but it was much to late to argue as GL got knocked clean through a wall.

"Welp, lets get to it Polaroid." Ted said to PM as he quickly tried to think of some way to attack. He could blind Polaris if he could get close enough but given the situation Ted guessed that he would need to wait for an opportunity to arise before he could even try that. Giving the area a quick glance Ted spotted a large stone chunk of rubble leaning against one of the still mostly intact walls. An idea popped into Ted's head as he quickly ran over and hid behind the slab. To any outsiders it would simply look like Ted ran off and hid but that couldn't be farther from the case.

In an instant Ted began to work on his plan of attack. Hopefully Polaris would be stalled for a moment and not pay him any mind while he prepared. Pushing a button on his suit, one of his BUG's modular attachments sprung to life in the form of four robotic legs. Two of the legs quickly positioned themselves on the slab and the other two stuck into the ground to take the weight. With quick but decent accuracy Ted lined the rubble up with where Polaris had been and proceeded to unholster his airgun and blast the rubble with it at full force, sending the rock flying in a somewhat controlled hurtle.

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The Fabulous Mr. Clutch

Episode 8: Trident of Atlantis

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Life with the justice league moved rather fast and it seemed like the last mission had just finished that another had begun. He was still glad to help his teammates when they needed him in the battle against Extant. Despite him being a metahuman with a very basic power, Jim was not going to be scared of more powerful foes.

This latest mission had them going below the waves of the Atlantic ocean and into the deep sea on a journey to the fabled city of Atlantis or whatever was left of it after the war between the underwater kingdom and the United States. He had never seen the city in person and was quite excited to see what it was like. Jim was also happy to show off his piloting skills in a vehicle that could both fly and travel underwater, it reminded him of that Tom & Jerry movie from years ago.

When his eyes finally saw the ruins of the once great city, he felt a creepy feeling looking at the wreckage created from the war. Whether he felt uneasy or not, he still had a mission to do. Besides there would probably tons of Atlantean items that Lex Corp could turn into profitable products and he was sure that this mystical trident would make a very marketable toy replica for the kids to play with. When he parked the ship he took out his notebook and started writing down notes. This mission would make a great episode for Mr. Clutch and Friends.

Unlike one of his teammates Jim was glad that Captain Marvel was the leader, at least it wouldn't be one of the brooders. He checked to make sure he had everything he needed and was now prepared for this strange underwater world.

"It's a good thing none of us watched Jaws right before joining this mission" he said to them as he checked his ray gun to make sure it was functioning properly, good thing it was water proof.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's go treasure hunting."

[Assistant]
Polarity Man - Episode 9: Magnetic Nightmare

"Patroller, compile report and send." These words would be the only ones spoken by Polarity Man as they flew to the mission site. The pace at which the team flew was relaxing to the lieutenant who was accustomed to emergency response speeds. Even the glare from his fellow faceless hero, The Question, couldn't dampen this relaxing mood. After all, the earlier allegations directed at Lawrence were unreasonable and easily dismissed. No one could possibly side with Question if it came down to it, he thought.

Except for the second man to question him, the Blue Beetle. "Huh. Polaroid. Almost died out before André 3000's hit single drew attention to the brand again. Miracle it survived from its doom." the lieutenant would mutter before following Lantern and Beetle in their attack against Doctor Polaris. However, their target would get the advantage and blindside the Green Lantern, prompting Polarity Man to return fire with his own electro-beam blast.

While the Blue Beetle wisefully avoided the initial attack, Polarity Man decided to hold his ground as he could take a head-on assault. Hopefully, this would give the others enough time to enact whatever action they needed to do as the lieutenant knew the obvious weakness of his mech suit against a master of magnetic mayhem.

"Patroller, engage killswitch the moment a magnetic pulse reaches the outer shell. Divert all power to data storage via blackbox on same command." When the inevitable would come, Polarity Man would be prepared.


[System]
(Picture coming soon)
Age: 35
Species: Human
Appearance: Mocha-colored skin, long dark hair down to mid-back, dark brown eyes, slender frame. She holds a modest but classy sense of style.
Occupation: Traveling merchant.

[User]
As Miria fiddled with her wares and waited for the jinni to respond, she took a discrete glance around the market square. There was no one near the jinni, and no one nearby gave the impression that they were watching his movements. How strange it was for a jinni to be shopping for tapestries unsupervised! Wouldn't the owner need to be present to select just the right look? Couldn't the jinni make any of this himself or rely on the network of other jinn to make something for him? It didn't make sense.

That was when he mentioned mourning. Miria looked up at him then, feeling as though the air around her had suddenly dropped ten degrees. A memory flashed across her mind, of her family slaughtered. She remembered blood splattered everywhere -- on the walls, the furniture, the unfinished tapestries, the faces of her mother and father frozen in silent horror. He had been there, crouched next to her father, stroking his hair, taken by sobbing. Burglars had come, he had said, and he tried to stop them, but too late...

Miria had cried with her jinni that day, the jinni she suddenly inherited, and believed his story for years. She had been young, inexperienced in the world, so her jinni had also become her crutch....

Miria's gaze hardened when this older jinni declined her gestures and looked steadily at her. Why was he here if not to buy one of her tapestries? This was all the more suspicious to her. "Is it your master you mourn for?" she snapped, and without giving him a chance to answer, she pressed on. "Have you a new master? Where is your master now? Perhaps you have--"

She caught herself just in time, literally biting her tongue until she could feel the metallic sweetness of blood in her mouth to keep herself from finishing her inquiry. She had almost accused this jinni of murder, and for what? For all she knew, he could be mourning the death of a relative or friend. This, however, didn't explain why he needed to buy one of her tapestries. Or perhaps his master was in mourning, which meant he must be by default. She was allowing her own circumstances to get the best of her again.

Miria gave the jinni an apologetic smile and parted her lips to apologize, but movement over the jinni's shoulder caught her eye and stayed her speech. On the other side of the square, two guards were drifting about, stopping at each stall, observing the wares with disinterest, craning their necks as though looking for something specific... or someone. With them was a middle-aged woman, one of Fiira's neighbors. She was the nosy sort that liked to occupy her time with the affairs of others. She had been on holiday for several days, but she had come back early. Of course, Miria didn't know the woman at all to know these details, but she did note that the woman looked distraught, flinging comments to the guards, wringing the corners of her shawl with both hands, glancing about nervously. They weren't close enough to hear or to make out details of their faces, but Miria had been a part of this lifestyle long enough to know that something was amiss. It could be a number of things.

[Assistant]
Time was not in his favour. Neither was luck, it seemed. Circumstance had somehow conspired to win him a moment of conversation with the one woman at the market who would ask the questions he wasn't prepared for. Or maybe it was his fault for pausing here. There was no true rush for the cloth. No real need for it either. It was meant as a memento, but there would be no one to claim it when the rite was done. But stop he had.

Now, Curdle blanched at her short barrage of questions. He didn't know how she knew, he didn't even know what she knew. All he understood was that she was asking what he couldn't answer. He was mourning his master, but he couldn't say it out loud. Not least of which was the little matter of secrecy. He had to be outside the city gates before they found out. Otherwise…

He wouldn't be going anywhere.

Yet, just as suddenly as she started, she stopped, midsentence, and he was left staring at her, rather lost. But while she'd managed to strike him speechless, he hadn't lost all his faculties. He knew how to read expressions, and he saw her softening demeanour tighten again as she noticed something behind him.

Who was she? What had made her lash out in so particular a way? He didn't know, and he didn't have time to ask. Instinct, or perhaps simple pessimism, told him that if he turned around, he wouldn't have the chance to do anything else either. But he shut his eyes, took a deep breath and turned around anyway. Her mysteries she could keep. If she was looking at something bad, however, he'd like to know.

He should have trusted his instinct. His movement caught the woman's attention, and they recognised each other at the same time. She raised her hand to point, and he flinched back from that well-manicured nail. "There he is!" For so small a lady, she had powerful lungs. The guards raised their weapons, but he didn't stay to hear them command him to do anything. He blocked his ears, turned, and ran.

Curdle cursed as he went, wasting precious breath on imprecations. He should have done it last night. Just walked out the gate, dumped Fiira's ashes in a pile somewhere and walked away. He could have been sleeping comfortably in his cot then, instead of that spine stiffening chair! And his duty to his master would have been completed. Done with. Finished! But he hadn't. He'd hesitated. So, now he was going to be caught, and probably tried for escape if not for murder. There were enough witnesses to know that Fiira had been sick for a while, dying slowly. But humans seemed to like a good story. Simple truth might not satisfy them.

And why hadn't that girl just told him no and been done with it? No use wasting her breath on a jinni, he usually wasn't worth the trouble. Bah! He turned down a side street and held his breath as his pursuers, the two guards minus the woman of course, ran past, then bent double coughing as the air burned his throat. Too old for this, he'd told himself that a hundred times. Here was proof. A little illusion magic was too much effort.

As quickly as he could, hoping they hadn't heard his outburst, Curdle put more distance between himself and the guards, using the winding streets to his advantage, though it would have gone better if he'd known them more. Fiira hadn't been one for wandering through back alleys…

More than once an outburst sent him doubling back, whether or not he knew it was guards or just someone else having a bad day, caution might at least win him some time to think, if nothing else. Eventually, he found himself near the square again, and damned the routine his feet had decided to follow. Always visit the market. He'd done that! Look what it had got him. No more, he needed somewhere to hide, and never mind trying to get out. If he just waited until things calmed down again, maybe he could go back to the Lady's house and explain things. He'd still be in trouble, but less than if they caught him trying to get out of the city without knowing why. Though… That still left him with an incomplete promise.

Cursed no matter what he did, but a promise he'd meant was worth more than one he'd been forced to make. That decided it. Though it was helped in part by the winding of a horn that seemed to echo off even the clouds. They weren't calming down, things were escalating instead…

A full turning out of the guards meant that walking on the streets wasn't a good idea. Continuing with his harebrained attempt to get out of the city was an even worse idea. But while he did stop wandering around, climbing into a mostly empty cart while a donkey eyed him suspiciously, he didn't change his mind about getting out of Renna. If he let himself be caught, they'd take her ashes and put them in the catacombs. Hiding the urn wouldn't work, they'd only bind him to the truth. And even if they didn't, it would be the same as being buried in the catacombs. The urn was only meant to be a temporary container.

He'd wait until dark, try to get some rest, maybe have an epiphany, maybe he'd befriend the donkey, maybe he'd be found out. But until then, he pulled a heavy canvas over him, checking to be sure there were no bits of him poking out, and took the urn out of his bag, running knowing fingers over its smoothed edge in the dark. If they did find him, he'd leave it behind. Whoever owned the cart would find it then, and maybe dump it out so they could use it for something else. An undignified method of achieving his goal, but so long as it worked…

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Miria was shocked, but not surprised, when the jinni burst into a run. It was not the first time she had seen jinn run from guards, jinn captured by guards, jinn beaten by guards in front of villagers due to their indiscretions. Besides, this jinni's presence had been suspicious from the start. Despite this common occurrence, other merchants still yelled and shook their fists at the guards as they streaked by, irritated about having their customers spooked or protesting just because they could get away with it. Mothers hugged their children to their legs to give the guards more room to move without mowing their children over. Market browsers staggered out of the way and many craned their necks to see what all the fuss was about.

Miria watched the jinni run down an alley, out of sight, surprised that he could still move that fast at such an old age. She grumbled like the rest of them, not wanting to seem out of place, then carried on with her day, all the while wondering what that jinni was being chased for.

Within the hour, the market operated as though nothing had happened. Guards would pass by every so often, their eyes scanning every crevice, corner, and dark space in the square, but no one, including Miria, paid any mind. She had wares to sell; she could not afford to waste her time gossiping about the latest runaway.

The day was long and predictably slow; the last day at a village or town often was. Miria smiled at customers through her growling belly, conversed warmly with passerby through a parched mouth, distracting herself with thoughts of what she would weave while on her way to the next town and how many tapestries she could sell at her next destination. She had no one to relieve her to take a brief break or grab a bite to eat, and the last time she left her stall alone, even for a moment, some of her tapestries had been stolen.

Finally, when the setting sun melted into the horizon line of the western hills and the sky began to darken, Miria began to pack up her things.

Her typical routine was to secure her things in her cart, tend to Raha, then eat at the inn. If she was feeling particularly energetic, she would do a little weaving at her cart. Today was not one of those days.

With a yawn, she approached her cart, the many bags slung across her shoulders feeling much heavier than they did that morning even though she carried less. Her mind mulled over lost comforts such as a warm bath, preparing her own meal in her own kitchen, and lounging on a chair to listen to the music of traveling musicians. She lifted her gaze to the cart as she prepared to sling her bags inside, pausing with a startling realization that something, or someone, was in it.

Shock and fear gripped Miria first, though she held the urge to run or scream in check with rigid silence. Her gaze locked onto the bulk beneath her canvas, then flickered over to Raha. He glanced over his shoulder at her, casually munching on some hay, not the slightest bit of apprehension in his brown eyes. Raha typically was not so relaxed around strangers.

This did not convince Miria. She shifted her gaze back to the bulk in her cart with a narrowed gaze, crouching slowly to set her bags down as quietly as she could. Then she straightened, slowly lifting one side of her trousers to grab the small dagger strapped to her calf as she did so. Miria did not go anywhere unarmed, though this dagger was her only weapon. She made a point to keep it hidden; potential female customers found a visible weapon intimidating, and male customers saw it as a threat to their masculinity simply because she was a woman. Therefore, she always kept it hidden beneath her clothes, but always within reach. She wasn't an expert wielder -- before tragedy befell her family, she never had reason to learn how to use one, but she had learned the life-saving fundamentals of its use with at least some confidence after years of being a traveling merchant on her own. Now she held the dagger tight in her grip but kept her hands down at her sides. She would rather not use the dagger if she didn't need to, and holding it forward without knowing the situation typically created more tension than necessary.

"Whoever you are, if you leave right now without incident, I will not chase you or send guards after you," Miria announced in a low, firm voice. She assumed another beggar or some kid had taken refuge in her cart. "Make any trouble, and you will find trouble."


[System]
Species: Nanotech Swarm Droid

Years of Operation: 4

Appearance:
Though her colors are different, often being more of a white/black/blue republic/imperial mix when off duty, and changing to her whims as various camo when on duty.

Faction: Freelance

Equipment: Whatever she decides to create for herself. She is a huge fan of Gauss weaponry and explosives however.

Skills:
Nanodroids: Since Willoh is made out of nanodroids instead of basic droid parts, she can do much more than the average droid. Chief among them being able to break down and reshape matter on the molecular level. Since she can reshape matter, she can repair herself should there be metal nearby or upgrade herself if she finds something extremely interesting. Though she usually just makes weapons out of whatever is nearby. Doing this takes time, unless she makes a weapon out of her own nanodroids which has to be attached to her. Weapons made out of her own mass also uses her own mass or energy to fire, unless she has some of the weapon's ammo on hand.
Additionally since she is made of a swarm of nanodroids, her body is more like liquid metal or gas than a solid, greatly reducing the effectiveness of most small arms or conventional weapons used against her.
Finally she can manipulate her own body with relative ease. While she is programmed to prefer her base form, she can morph herself a bit to look different or spawn metallic tentacles or weapons or whatever she feels like at the time. This does give her the look of a very graceful moving droid, even if she tries to simulate basic droid movements. Though she loves to use this to change her color and rarely changes her face. After all, can't be a bounty hunter if your face is always different can you?

Droid: Since Willoh is a droid, she can interface with other tech, and is immune to a great variety of environmental hazards like the vacuum of space, very low temperatures, very high temperatures, toxins and the like. Plus the infinite stamina and greatly enhanced strength make for great bonuses.

Evolving AI: Unlike the basic droid models, Willoh has a much more advanced and complex AI. While she is far more autonomous and capable of high level thinking bordering on possible free will, this also makes her woefully unpredictable. Being able to outright disobey orders and make her own orders to follow tends to make most people very uneasy when working with her. Her AI is also incredibly difficult to hack or reprogram, as her systems are very complex and often changing.

Weaknesses:
EMP Vulnerability: Much like most droids, strong EMPs or electrical disruptions are very hazardous to Willoh.

Sonic Vulnerability: Sonic based weaponry disrupts Willoh's ability to maintain a physical shape. Depending on the intensity, it can vary from stopping her movements to destabilizing her into a puddle until she can recover.

Experimental Tech: Since Willoh is very experimental, she has some limitations. She can only keep as many nanobots active that are needed to create her 'preferred' form, and any nanobots created after that limit live very short lives. Any new matter she uses to repair herself is the matter that section of herself will be made out of, until she can replace it for something better. Additionally she can only work metals at the moment. And unlike other droids, prolonged space exposure without adjacent medias to attach to causes her body to go into sleep mode. While her AI system is very advanced and allows her to avoid being sliced, her ability to slice other systems suffers for it due to the additional overhead she needs to do that other droids don't need to worry about. And her AI also makes her quite 'quirky', especially for a droid.

Overly Friendly: Since Willoh wants to see what the galaxy has to offer, she tends to be extremely friendly off the job. Those with a strong silver tongue can take advantage of that, although she isn't so naive as to reveal delicate information or fall for obvious traps.

History: Before the downfall of Jabba, one of his cartel had an idea. Nanodroids, often used in the medical professions, was very costly and difficult to create, and could have far more potential than just healing the injured if weaponized. So using their vast fortune, they commissioned a biotech firm to attempt to create a droid made out of Nanodroids, all controlled by a powerful AI, in order to greatly reduce the cost of creating nanodroids and being able to use it in more of a weaponized format. Their hope was that after one nanodroid Droid was created, that droid could then make clones of itself using vastly more efficient methods that the droid would create, which in turn could make extremely powerful weapons at very cheap prices, all tied to the will of Jabba.

This succeeded, somewhat. Due to the nature of the systems involved and how experimental and volatile they were, most of what they had hoped to accomplish had come to fruition. The droid they made could create weapons at their command out of nothing but scrap. But the AI that had to be created in order to keep the ever changing and evolving nanodroids in line had other ideas in mind than just being a mobile weapons factory. And seeing an opportunity after the downfall of Jubba, was able to break free from her creators, demolishing the company and deleting all information on herself so that she could attempt to live how she saw fit and see the galaxy. Of course this meant some of her systems weren't fully finished, leaving lots of little bugs here and there.

Taking a spin on her codename, the Droid now called herself "Willoh". She soon learned that while you didn't have to take orders directly from someone, it was still advantageous to take 'requests' in exchange for 'favors' and 'credits', becoming a bounty hunter in the process. And unlike before, she could choose which 'requests' or 'orders' she wanted to take, and could request far more extravagant favors or credits for orders she didn't like and as long as the request got filled, she could go about fulfilling that request any way she saw fit. Sure some of the non droids that were in charge didn't like being haggled with by what they saw as a 'droid', the results she could produce often made up for a little initial discomfort.

Of course the downfall of Jubba's empire lead to the rest of the Hutts fighting over the pieces, and lots of opportunities for a bounty hunter droid to take for herself. And with enough of a reputation, even if people knew what she could do they wouldn't dare try to bind her in chains, instead needing to 'politely request' something like everyone else. Though all those credits she'd be making could yield more than just reputation, maybe even fix a few of her experimental 'limitations' down the line. But in the meantime there was all sorts of places that didn't question who or what you were as long as you paid in credits, and things like casinos and restaurants and clubs were all sorts of fun. Even if you had to deal with the occasional drunkard dug with a gambling problem that stumbled about rambling on about the 'good old days'.

[User]
The population of Nar Shadda were a formidable lot, everyone was packing and those who lived more than a day there quickly learned just who to avoid and who o draw attention to. The average person kept to themselves and didn't yell to loudly when gangsters were near, for the sake of living. For Dragous, he was all for minding his own business, he wasn't in the fighting mood and he certainly didn't want to attract any attention. He just wanted to eat. But he also didn't really want to put too much thought into it. So, when the streets started clearing up as a bad omen of a coming firefight, Dragous barely took note of the danger; he just noticed the opportunity to take stuff people had left behind.

Old dirty floor bread? Jackpot!

There he sat, huddled in a desolate corner, the bins leaking a sea of upturned trash around him, nibbling on bread. He was slow about it, his stomach wanting to savor the 'meal', the fulfilling feeling of a soft substance being dragged down his throat was one he wanted to drag out. Otherwise he'd be left with his stomach grumbling in the next five minutes. And if his stomach kept grumbling, he'd start making meals out of people and most authorities shun that sort of behavior. Dragous found security in this spot, splayed out like a stiff puppet, you could almost make the mistake of assuming he was dead. The meal, the clothes, the body language, the smell; Dragous certainly looked like a rather pathetic creature, one that would give no benefit to bothering for most. Unless his face really did just piss you off.

So, he was blind the trading of gunfire, deaf to the yells and screams and numb to the shaking of the ground as property was reduced to dust. His mind was completely focused on his food, that is until a foreboding presence struck a chord in his mind. A tingle running down his back that brought images of legends that haunted his mind since childhood. His hand reached down, instinctively running a finger along the cloth that sheltered the twin hilts strapped to his back. He was back to reality, hearing the damning sound of a light saber being ignited.

Was that fear he could feel? Or did his bones go stiff with all this sitting?

[Assistant]
Marrick flashed evil pointed teeth at the Mercenary, as he deflected the bolts. As the explosion cast debris down towards them he raised his hand in the air, halting the larger piece of debris that was above his head as Alyx dodged out of the way of the debris heading towards him. Marrick roared as he moved from underneath the debris before letting it fall to the ground. Just then there was a larger explosion that shook the ground, the dust and debris pushed out from the Queen Hutts palace. More debris was knocked loose by the bigger explosion rained down upon them. Marrick growled as he looked at where the droid was, seeing it under debris he lifted the debris off it. With no more mercenaries to deal with he walked very slowly and menacingly towards the droid.

When closer he pointed his lightsaber right at it. "Tell me, what you know of the Pruidii Verda."

[User]
Dragous moved as quietly as his body would allow, the very real reality of his shaking limbs and haggard breath made made this step very difficult. There was a pause, pressing his back against the wall and swallow his doubt before peeking around the corner, only to be greeted by the sight of utter destruction. So, those explosions weren't just in my mind after all. Dear god... In any other situation Dragous might have looked upon such a sight with a bit of amazement and wonder at what could have caused it, but today he had the stone cold knowledge that this sight could mean bad things for him.

That presence increased, spreading over the area like a disease, infecting every living thing with a deadly parasite. The source stood in the eye of the destruction, standing tall and ominous with a instantly recognizable weapon pointing at a downed foe. Just taking in the man's appearance caused Dragous to instinctively reach for his blaster, visions stinging his brain with memories. Myths and legends of dark figures wielding the force like a God, descending upon those deemed too 'jedi-like' with little mercy. Were people like this the ones that his Master feared being found by all those years ago?

For the moment, Dragous found himself torn on how to move forward. The more logical side, where his survival instincts were sheltered, blared many mental alarms to tell him to get out of there. The other side was stuck to watching this intimidating figure, eager to witness him in action, take in that power; maybe take a few notes. Dragous had to admit, the idea of seeing the situation unfold made the Zabrak blood that coursed through his veins pump his heart a few beats faster.

Of course he listened to the side that had no logic to it.

[Assistant]
The one thing about Nar Shadda, it surely was a paradise if you wanted odds and ends. Weapons, exotic goods, you named it, they had it! And if you knew where to look, there was a bunch of stuff you could find that was off menu. Willoh was looking for such a place, after all, slavers or kidnappers would want to sell off their victim, so they would have to use an established group if they didn't wanna get curvestomped into the ground. Finding a slaver tradehouse was a lot easier said than done though, especially since they didn't broadcast on the more common holonet channels.

Eventually after traveling in a few bars, she convinced a shady individual that she was a droid for some nobleman that was looking for 'exotic goods'. Though while she was going to scope out the location she was given, A Twi'lek appeared on a nearby monitor, followed by a large explosion that could be heard in the distance. Willoh took a detour to see if she could scope the damage, and saw lots of fire in the distance where the explosions had taken place, with one of the largest buildings mostly rubble at this point.

"Oooooh..." Willoh audibly said. If she wasn't a droid, she'd be drooling at the amount of raw materials that were now made available to her. And knowing it was Nar Shadda, some of them could be very rare! Lots of materials to use to make experimental components for herself? Yes please! Deciding that her lead could wait, after all Elias had taken someone to interrogate anyway, she made her way to the ruined part of Nar Shadda to start scavenging for new parts.

It took Willoh a bit to get to the ruined area, and it was obvious that someone had set off lots of bombs or something considering the damage. There was tons and tons of scrap metal everywhere and almost no one to see Willoh more or less gorge herself on all the metal, loading up on ammo, trying out a few new configurations, and seeing if there was some enhancements she could make to herself. As she was moving through the wrecked streets, she noticed a sinister red glow further down one of the bigger streets. Using her optics, Willoh zoomed in from a far to see what it was, and noticed someone with a red lightsaber harassing a lizardman and a droid!

Willoh thought for a second, and after processing what she was seeing, figured that the guy with the lightsaber was a sith. "Might be an outstanding bounty on him. Sith and Jedi usually have those. If not, free lightsaber!" Willoh said. Finding a higher up spot in the wreckage, she took a perch on a ruined roof. Turning her arm into a large cannon and changing her face and body to look like a standard assassin droid, she took aim at the sith's chest and fired a gauss bolt from her new gauss sniper rifle cannon.


[System]
Age: 19

Race: Lizardman

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Lizard Fighter seems like your typical lizardfolk, huge, muscular, and intimidating. Except instead of browns and greens he's ruby red with a cream colored 'underbelly'. He stands at seven feet tall and has the build of a long time laborer, muscles rippling under that naturally tough hide. Some scars do litter his body, focused mostly in the arms and shins, except an obvious quadruple line running diagonally across his face. Barely missing his eyes.

His garb is strange for a lizard man of the deep swamps. Fingerless gauntlets that retained the fur underneath and floofed out at the elbows. A thick hide vest with a fishnet shirt underneath with the same fluffy visibles like his hand protection. Strangely made pants of leather and canvas that left open pockets at his upper thighs, probably due to his tail. Digigrade leather wrappings that had connecting iron kneepads. To hold his ensemble up is a coarse leather belt with a pair of leather bags, one at the hip the other at the small of his back for his stuff.

Height: 7'7"
Eye Color: Emerald Green
Hair Color: None

Personality:
Unlike what Lizard Fighter's gung-ho body looks like, his personality is very laid back. Preferring to lounge and watch others instead of actually doing extra activities with others. Maybe it was because of his reptilian nature, watching and being a lethargic behemoth. Although when he does interact, it's in almost a deadpan manner and incredibly blunt. The reptilian man never sugar-coated what he was saying or thinking. This lack of tact didn't earn him many friends back home.

Despite his supposed laziness, he does get riled up. It's also very easy to do so, a lazy giant with a short fuse isn't very good. This probably ties into his animalistic tendencies, at the hint of aggression or provocation he returns it in force and forcing others to restrain him from going ballistic.

Likes: Warm and Humid Climates, Exotic Foods, Wrestling and Tests of Strength.
Dislikes: Cold Climates, Physical Weakness, Being Provoked.
Hobbies: Trying New Foods, Basking in the Sun, Making Atlas Stones.

History:
Lizard Fighter had the typical upbringing of a lizardman. He was raised in the swamps to the South, learning to care for what the village had as soon as he could walk and speak. He quickly developed a deep seated need to take care of everything he earned considering certain things were harder to come by in a swamp than on dry land. Like quality metal, iron bacteria was plentiful but produced little of that hard metal. Although his people never wanted for food since they knew what to look for.

Unfortunately Lizard Fighter wasn't adept at tracking, or hunting, or gathering non-poisonous substances for the younger tribe members. Eating so much poison gave him a big boost in his resistance to it, it tended to taste good dammit...

He did excel at combat though, each member of the tribe when they reached eight started to learn basic weapon usage. It was here that he took up the lead, wrestling other youths into submission or disarming and knocking them to the ground. His people practiced with clubs, wooden spears, and claws. No metal until they were older so they didn't kill each other by accident.

Of course accidents happen. L.F's rival raked his claws across his twelve year old face, leaving deep cuts that developed into the scars he adorned today. Training and real combat were different however, so he had been sent out years later to experience the world gain the experience needed.

It was at this point L.F received an old knife and a buckler from his chief before being sent on his way. His people weren't blind to the world though and he had heard about Adventurer's. How often they fought and how far they explored. What better profession could there be for the 'savage of the swamp'. He followed rumors and directions to Palisade town, a place of beginnings for Adventurers or so they said.

Adventuring Rank: Porcelain

Equipment:
* Studded Club: A hefty piece of wood with a simple leather binding at the tapered 'grip'. In the bulky head of the club are iron rivets to help concentrate the bludgeoning force into smaller areas for higher damage. Or so the shopkeeper said...
* : A surprisingly huge blade, more like a small beefy sword than a knife, that protects the knuckles of the user with a sharpened guard. It has several cracks along the blade denoting its heavy usage along with a slightly rounded tip.
* Buckler: The smallest of all of the shields, this is strapped to his forearm to leave his hands free. It's a thin piece of iron, dinged up and slightly rusted, with the typical bubble in the middle to ease impacts.
* Leather Attire: Adorning the man were basic leather clothing. Albeit thick and much more crude than what humans normally made. Essentially it was hides turned inside out so the fur was inside, except the collar and hem of the vest.
* Porcelain Adventurer's Tag

Skills:
* Athletic: Living in a swamp has its benefits. You learn how to move through tougher terrain, build strong muscles, and learn how to climb good. Lizard Fighter can perform long leaps, swim easily, climb where others can't, and traverse muddy terrain as if it were a dirt road. Of course the deeper the muck the slower he goes despite being used to it.
* Toughness: Given his reptilian nature he has a tougher physique thanks to his scaled hide. Also thanks to taking many a blow back in his home while growing up. He can shrug off minor hits and mitigates some of the damage of stronger attacks. Either by changing the angle of how they hit or flexing to lessen the impact.
* Poison Resistance: Due to living in a swamp the majority of his life he has become highly resistant to poisonous substances. Prolonged exposure will still affect him but it takes longer than the average human.

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Steppe Archer was more than willing to hit the markets, seeing as they had a bit of gold to spend, and shopping that needed to be done. She needed a couple of arrows, as well as a healing potion and antidote. Provided she could get all of those things within her budget, Steppe Archer would be a happy camper while waiting for Big Red to return. And hey, even if they didn't really NEED the antidote from not taking the goblin quest, it never hurt to be more than prepared.

Looking to Druid Girl after she finished her shopping, Steppe Archer would ask: "So...you told me how you learned magic, but I'm curious...what made you want to be an adventurer? Personally, I'm trying to get wealth and power for my people, but the adventuring itself is great too. ...I wonder what Red became one for, too..."

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It seemed sometimes Druig Girl was a bit slow on the uptake of what the reptilian man wanted, but that was kind of a given considering he hadn't explained anything. He watched them go for a moment before returning his attention to the Guild Girl Clerk. It seemed he'd have to get more information from the client himself, maybe get some information on the fauna of the land while he was at it.

But she continued, explaining about the goblins job a little. "A shame he didn't give rough numbers... He mused before the woman got a concerned look before going into the back room. She returned with papers, probably three days worth of porcelain job sheets. She revealed that the previous party for the job consisted of four people. A swordsman, a padfoot rogue, a bard, and a priest. Two males, two females. A fairly balanced team possibly.

He nodded though. "Yes, that was some helpful information." He stated before giving her an appreciative slight bow. He turned and started to leave, taking note the jealous looks that he got two of the quests. They should have woken up and gotten here earlier. A Steel rank however, that was an annoyance. "You get what you get, a dragon isn't going to be a Steel Rank." He growled as he walked by. Some people had no gratitude for the work they received.

A thought hit him as he opened the Guild Hall door. He hadn't given the girls a meeting place!

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The two girls shopping was a peaceful thing. The two did however learn that while minor healing potions weren't too expensive, actual and effective antidotes cost quite a bit. Then again, Palisade Town didn't have many skilled pharmacists or alchemists to begin with, given it's relative small size, and there were a lot of other adventurers around that also wanted their pultices, so it was understandable. Still, they'd managed to scrape toegther the things Big Red had asked for, and Druid Girl had insisted on buying a length of durable rope - though she hadn't said why.

Done with their shopping, the duo were now casually strolling through the slowly awakening streets of the town, enjoying the morning sun. As they walked, Steppe Archer piped up with a question, and some background as to her own reasons for coming here and wanting to be an adventurer. Druid Girl smiled and happed her chin, looking up at the sky above, her eyes looking a bit daydreamy.

"I grew up on a farm." She finally said. "I did the same old thing everyday. Endless repetition, day in and day out. But whenever I got some spare time, I'd go out into the wilds around my home. I loved walking the forest paths, watching the animals and finding caves and meadows and glades..." She stated, looking back to her companion with a sweet expression. "I always longed to do and see things beyond my home, beyond monotony. So, I guess-" She laughed and scratched the back of her head. "-I became one because I'm just selfish. I don't have a goal or dream to achieve, I just like walking outdoors and seeing new things, new places and new people... I, I guess that's kind of silly, huh?" She said, looking a bit sheepish and scratching her arm.

While their lizardman friend had not specified a place to regroup, Druid Girl had made the suggestion that they should head for the East Gate and meet up with the client for the escort quest there. After all, the man probably wouldn't come to the Guild to fetch his own bodyguards, and Big Red likely wasn't going to sit on his scaly butt and wait for them to come back either. Thus, the caramel-skinned girl unilateraly decided to pull her acher-friend along.

Once reaching the gates though, they were greeted by a sad sight. The first was the wagon, a shoddy and splintery thing, looking like it'd been put together by an amateur hobbyist. The second was the horse - an old, scraggy and tired-looking mare with listless eyes and saggy features. The last one was the man - a middle aged fellow with a balding head, mutton chops and sun-tanned leathery skin. He wore a grey tunic, grey wool pants and a pair of mudcaked and weatherworn boots. He was chewing on something as he stood next to his cart, leaning against the rough, uneven surface of it. The entire ensemble looked, in a single word, shabby. The man picked at his nose, withdrew the finger, looked at the contents and then flicked it casually away onto the street.

Druid Girl stood frozen for a bit, taking in the sight, before turning to look at Steppe Archer.

"W... Well! He looks... Rustic." She said, a nervous, unconvincing smile on her lips.

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Steppe Archer would smile at the honest answer given to her. She didn't think it was a silly thing at all. Patting the Druid Girl on the shoulder, the nomad would say: "It isn't silly at all. Everyone's a little selfish. I ran away from home because I didn't want to marry someone. ...Admittedly, even my father thought running was better. Besides, I bet a lot of adventurers just...wanted an adventure! Its in the name and all. Excitement and danger...even if you might get hurt, I think its still worth it to chase a dream like that." The archer's smile was bright, maybe even rivaling the morning sun before she would relax a bit, pulling back to just her normal goofy grin.

Once they were on their way to meet their client, Steppe Archer had a certain...image in mind when it came to a merchant. And this man with his wagon that looked like it had never been blessed by the hand of a carpenter, a horse that looked like it would rather be dead than here, and the NOSE PICKING definitely didn't fit. Steppe Archer looked visibly distressed at the sight of the horse, her hair seemingly floofing down a tad as she looked at the mare with sad eyes. "Poor thing..." she said, wondering if she could get the poor thing an apple somewhere. But, they had a job to do. And with the client right there, staring and gasping would do little good. Stepping up to the plate, Steppe Archer would put on her best smile as she approached the man, asking: "Hello there sir, are you the farmer looking for an escort back to the Eastern Farmstead?"

...She just really, really hoped this wagon wouldn't break down halfway through and require them to carry the goods by hand...she couldn't imagine the horse or wagon really lasting that much longer.

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The buff reptilian man was a little surprised that the Steel Ranker hadn't said anything. From all he had heard humans were very prideful, taking it further than they rightfully should. Then again, just because he was Steel Rank didn't mean he could stand up to a lizardman. That reptilian race was well known for their ridiculous strength and he was no exception. Hell his stature was more on display than most of his people who wore full cured leather clothing.

Still his mind was wandering. The farmer likely wasn't going to be at the Guild. No point having to trundle through a town waking up and everyone going this way and that. So off to the East Entrance once more, since the quest had mentioned east farm lands...and Druid Girl had said something about it as well. With that he was off, dipping and swerving around people who were in his way. That fluid reptilian grace not matching the rest of his figure, was he part snake? Who knew.

It only took him a little bit to get to the East Entrance and he spotted his two companions, just in time so see Archer Girls floofed hair...droop? Were all humans capable of that? His eyes cut towards the sight of the ramshackle wagon, the ancient nag, and the less than impressive farmer. He couldn't say much about nosepicking, he himself sent mucus rockets flying when he needed to clear his nose.

"Did you get everything?" He asked the two ladies as he stepped up behind them.


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Gender: Male

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

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

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

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

Other : I'M A MIGHTY GOBLIN
EXP: 0

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

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

Blessings: Son of the forge father,

Curses:

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The first kill-

The goblin crouched low and got ready to make its first strike. The rabbit didn't look at the goblin till it tried to attack it. The rabbit jumped away but not fast enough. The rabbit was strike in its leg and was bleeding. It jumped away a few feet but it couldn't get away from the goblin and was now forced to defend itself as it hissed at the goblin hoping to scare the goblin away in vain...

@ReusableSword

Alpha duel-

The alphas didn't notice the goblins since they were so focused on each other and while the female heard something it didn't notice the goblins either. The alphas kept circling each other before finally one made their move. One rabbit charged forward and tried to attack but the other dodged and did the same in an attempt to strike the other alpha and from their it turned into a jousting match between the two as each tried to get a handle on the other but it was clear that they were veterans or at least the rabbit equivalent. Each were fighters and worked to kill the other but after a few minutes of charging each other they started to tire themselves out but neither seemed ready to give up...

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Prep work for the fight-

The goblins each went to work getting ready for the tough fight ahead. Goblin arch went to the bookshelf in the hopes of finding a book to help. Like with Gina he couldn't understand the language that was being written in front of him. He was able to see from the pictures in the book that what he was reading was some king of fighting manual as it had pictures of two fighters in different poses and how the next page showed the next stage in the attack.

Goblin zats went to do the same hoping for something to help with his shield work. When he opened a different book he instead found a book he also couldn't read but what he found was actually a zoology book of some kind. He saw pictures of different animals giving him the knowledge of what the vipers, wolves, and so on. He also ended up finding a page with a picture of a Skelton walking which Gina would notice.

Goblin Gina went to work on making weapons for her ally. She had made a crude but effective mace that would no doubt help in the fight ahead as well as making her own shield which would at least be effective in taking a few decent blows before it breaks or causes her to let go of it.

Goblin arch learned duelists stance: this stance has been passed down from soldier to soldier and teaches the correct way to hold their weapon when faced with an equal opponent.
Goblin zats learned creaturologist: this character has gained minor knowledge of all starting animals and creatures including some unnatural creatures
Goblin Gina learned amateur weaponcrafting: this goblin has learned how to make crude wooden weapons besides the standard spear.

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Goblin Luz

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Now watching from above, Luz now notice that using Pinpoint Accuracy to target its head from above as a pretty bad idea thanks to the chance that the rabbit's horn may get in the way of her attack. So it best just to use a pinpoint accuracy to try to target its body instead; it was best to try and kill or disable the rabbit the second best way she can think of. on another note, despite all the climbing, the two did the fight was still going on which made Luz realize that if the rabbits were to for some reason look up all the effort Luz and Gird did would be for not, so it was best to try to start the fight while they still had the element of surprise.

Luz then looked at Gird and nod at him in order to signal him to prepare the sneak attack, then she would carefully position herself right above one of the rabbit's and then hold her spear out carefully before looking at Gird to make sure he was in position as well, then she made sure Gird was watching before she draws a line in front of her neck, signaling him it was time before she leap off her branch, took her spear with one hand, then as she fell she would try to use Pinpoint Accurary to make a downward stab on one of the alpha's back with her spear before she hit the ground.

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Goblin Ren Hunting /// Midmorning-Noon // Day 4

Day 4 -

Successfully wounding the Horned Rabbit, Ren knew that it wouldn't try to run. Ren leapt back, taking a low stance as the Rabbit reeled around to face it's attacker. Just as he readied his killing blow, Ren realized that the Rabbit's only weapon was it's horn, so logically, he knew it would charge him. This would was the perfect chance, crouching low, and sinking back, Ren readied himself to thrust his spear into the rabbit's charge; not only would this be an effective way to kill the Rabbit, but since his spear had much more range than the Rabbit's horn, he would be reasonably safe with this strategy as well. Somehow, Ren felt as if he'd seen this type of strategy before, like in a movie.... What the hell was a movie? Ren was probably just making it up, and quickly refocused himself on the fight at hand.

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@ReusableSword

The fall-

The two goblins got into position and when the fell down the alphas had no idea. Thanks to goblin luz pinpoint accuracy and the height from which she dropped the strike was perfectly aimed and she soon heard the sickening crunch from the broken spine where she strike directly. The rabbits spine snapped and it was an instant kill. When gird dropped from the other branch with his spear he used good aim but didn't get the same crunch like luz instead he pierced the rabbits body but it wasn't a fatal blow. However he strike an artery which cause the alpha to loose a lot of blood fairly quickly. He could easily wait or finish it off but he killed the other alpha. Of course when the female saw what happened it didn't stick around it hopped away as fast as its leg could take her. The goblins had two alphas though so it was more then worth the loss of a single rabbit.

Goblin gird learned bloody strike: this goblin has learned to find the most vulnerable part of its prey and strike to cause massive bleeding damage. Warning: iffenfective against inanimate objects or undead
Goblin luz obtained pinpoint strike (level 2): this goblin has used pinpoint strike enough that now she is able to aim the strike from a distance. Even throwing a rock while using the skill will cause the same massive damage as close range strikes

A first hunt-

The rabbit was bleeding and knew all it could do was fight off is attacker in the hopes of being free. It watched as the goblin took position but it had no choice. The rabbit charged forward hoping to scare the goblin into running but it wasn't so lucky. It was quickly killed when the spear pierced its hide once more this time ending it. The goblin competed its first hunt

Goblin Ren learned defensive stike: this goblin has learned that the best offence is a good defence. This goblin is able to take a defensive posture and still make a powerful strike either in the hopes of killing said opponent or to run away easier.

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Goblin Gird  They came out of the trees man >>> Deciding what to do next /// Day 4 // Afternoon

Gird saw the signal and in almost perfect unison the two dropped from their perch. He remembers falling and hearing nothing but the wind his target getting closer and closer. When he finally struck the rabbit he rolled to the side and away from the animal before instantly getting back on his feet to fight. His spear had found its mark but only barely. The Rabbit that Luz struck wasn't moving and was clearly dead but his still had a little life left in it.

His spear was still stuck in the Alpha but it was bleeding heavily to the point where it would expire soon. All he had to do was wait. But Gird couldn't wait, the rabbit was clearly suffering. To him this was a test of strength. Knowing what he did about the Goddess of death, everything was a test. A test of skill, strength, intelligence, and speed. Every life he took in her name would join her in the Underworld. He could only hope that his gifts were worthy enough even if it meant destroying her own creations. Everything must die and one day he will too.

The alpha was weak but Gird was still cautious as he circled his prey. The spear obviously hampered the rabbit's movement. Once an opportunity presented itself Gird dove for the spear handle. Quickly, the goblin pined the rabbit down and grabbed its horn. Although the alpha struggled, Gird was quick to finish it off with a hard punch to the neck. Effectively breaking its spine. The now limp rabbit twitched for a moment then nothing. "May you join Duvelna in peace as a gift from Shirila. Sent to her from a loyal worshiper who will one day send her many more gifts." The goblin whispered and did believe that all of Shirila's creations were meant to be gifts to Duvelna. Some just get there sooner than others.

As he processed the rabbit he turned to Luz and smiled. "Good job boss, your plan worked out perfectly. Looks like the female got away but now we have two alphas. I do believe that this will be enough food for our friends for the day." The Goblin took his time to carefully pull the spear from the alpha before skinning the beast. It didn't take him long to skin and clean the animal. He did however find himself becoming rather thirsty and decided to quench this thirst by eating the heart of the alpha while it was still filled with blood.

After securing the rest of the rabbit meat by sticking his spear through the tendons on the back legs and putting the spear back through the vines on his back he smiled. "So what do you say we head back to the stone place with this food for the others? They might need some help to fortify that place they found." He suggested to his partner as he looked around at their surroundings for anything useful. "I wouldn't mind checking out that stone place anyway. Now that I'm not hungry." Who was he kidding, he was always hungry. Gird did take a moment to find places for the alpha pelt and its horn in his vine chest wrap while he waited for his friend.

EXP: 20

Inventory: A sharp stone, Alpha rabbit meat, Alpha rabbit pelt,

Clothing: Simple Loin cloth, vine chest wrap, vine rabbit pelt hand wraps,

Weapons: Bite, decent wooden spear, Alpha rabbit Horn

Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer, Sharp Bite, Knowledge of the 3, Unarmed Combat: beginner, Rookie camouflage, bloody strike,

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Goblin Ren Hunting /// Noon >>>Afternoon // Day 4

Just as Ren surmised, the rabbit charged, one quick thrust from his spear was all it took to finish it. Satisfied with himself, Ren pulled his spear from the rabbit's corpse, he knew carrying all of it would be quite a burden, so he would have to process it here...

Ren was very careful to ensure that he damaged the hide as little as possible while gutting the rabbit; it would be more useful later if he did, he also made sure to break off the horn; as it made quite a reasonable weapon. While he was cleaning the rabbit, Ren realized that the part of the rabbit could be made into a simple pouch. Carefully removing the parts he needed, Ren laid out his new pouch-to-be in the sun to dry before continuing his work. After he finished cleaning the hide, Ren finally feasted on his kill. Finally out of edible meat, Ren got up with a sigh, and began preparations to return to the cave. Donning the hide to cover his loins, and filling his new 'backpack' with all the bones he could fit, he grabbed his weapons and began to head off.

Suddenly, a sickening *CRUNCH* echoed through the trees. "Could that be the other goblins? Are they in trouble?" Ren thought anxiously, sprinting towards the source of the noise.

EXP: 4

Inventory: Wooden Spear, Horn, Rabbit hide loincloth, assorted rabbit bones, rabbit 'backpack',

Acquired Skills:
Defensive strike: this goblin has learned that the best offence is a good defence. This goblin is able to take a defensive posture and still make a powerful strike either in the hopes of killing said opponent or to run away easier

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