[System]
Age: 22

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Class: Thief

Personality: Lazy and mischievous. As a thief Urik often finds himself in a myriad of situations directly related to his swindling nature. Because of this he's learned to spend most of his time relaxing to make up for the numerous high intensity run-for-your-life situations he seems to regularly find himself in.

History: Born an orphan in the city of Carnheim in Isa Lomita, Urik grew up on the streets learning how to talk tough and run quickly. With time his inability to provide for himself turned his nimble fingers to thievery, an art at which he currently excels.

While in the marketplace one day his dastardly attempts at economic gain fell upon a noble of some high status and although he was successful in lifting the man's coinpurse his escape attempt did not fare so well. Thrown into the town's prison he was left to rot for a week before his former mark returned to offer him a second chance.

Impressed with his thieving skills the noble offered Urik a chance to use his talents in a different manner, namely, in the service of the Isa Lomitanite government serving as a spy and general information gatherer. More than happy for a chance to escape his previously dull life aspirations Urik immediately accepted and was inducted as a Lomitanite spy.

Weapons: Iron Sword (Fluff = Two Iron Daggers)

Weapon Rank E

Skills:
Lock Picker - Thieves can unlock any door even without a lockpick (Passive)
Long Runner - Thieves can run as far as a horse not as fast but as far. (Passive)

Miscellaneous: Wears a headband given to him by a fellow thief before their untimely demise. Also wears a necklace depicting a manakete which is of minor religious significance to him. Worships the departed manaketes as minor deities.

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[User]
Dragon Horn Valley - The ancient mountain range of Yumira on the eastern most outskirts of Yumira's boarder, within its treacherous mountains is one of four nation, the Democracy of Asala. It is the leading capital of ancient knowledge and modern advancement, with cities filled of knowledge seekers and magic users far and wide to look at the multitude of Manakete ruins and Relics of a history lost when the Manakete vanished in large numbers only leaving very little behind with only the barest amount of journals and Relics of Man's and Chimera's saviors of ages past.

But in recent times, the ages of peace is to be broken as seemingly shadows themselves are feared to consume the world without the power of the Manakete to defend them from the monsters. But hope is not so easily crushed, for am army is at the beckon and call of Asala to be the first defenders of the upcoming darkness.

And this small army is gathered at the most recently discovered Manakete ruin, which is called the Ruins of Naga, named after an ancient golden Manakete of ages past, long before even the Golden age. This was the ruins that first spotting of the moving shadows and glowing eyes beyond the trees. But this place is to be the first barricade of Yumira against the Demons of old. It has to. For all of Yumira's fate depends on stopping the Demons before they destroy the world.

It is up to the United Army Of Yumira. An army composed of people from all over Yumira and of all races, no matter what ones background is, anyone can be accepted, for the world needs any protector it needs in it's time of need.

And this how the War of Shadows started.

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Atop the battlements are a pair of women, a dark skinned Human and a fair Chimera, both are the ones who created the United Army Of Yumira, Comannder Alicia of Bas Kanara the leader of the human troops and Lady Wynne, Leader of the Quartzite nation and co-comannder of the United Army, leading the Chimera soldiers. The atmosphere over the Ruins were tense to put it lightly. Even as high up the two women were they could see movements beyond the walls and a few glimpses of glowing eyes, one could only imagine how thr troops were like at the base camp where most of the army was position, with shadows moving around them only a few dozen feet away from them.

The two women argued for hours on their next course of actions. It was a luxury they could afford in these troubled time. Wynne argued for swift action to take place and wipe out the demons before they attack the base camp, but Alicia argued that they should fortify the ruins and play defensively when the demons finally do their attack.

The arguing could be within the ruins itself where a small number of units are ready to defend the ruins if the base camp gets attacked. The two women were at a stalemate, they needed a vote on what should be chosen, but the both of them were to into their heated argument to think of that possibility.

The choice has to be made soon. The shadows won't wait forever.

[Assistant] Seth had been on edge since arriving at the Ruins as he'd joined the Army. This nation was pretty important, and Seth learned about history some, at least enough to know about the Golden Age and the destruction of Manakete. This is definitely the test Seth needs for his skills as a swordsman. Always having a hand on his sword, Seth spends most of his time in the training fields, keeping his reaction time up and practicing his unsheathing attack, with it being his slowest attack. He's hardly spoken since arriving and doesn't plan to speak unless he needs to.

[User]
Saya had never been this high up before. It was a little nerve wracking, but also exciting at the same time. The ruins were both eerie and beautiful at the same time. She still wasn't sure if she wanted to be here or not, but your land's ruler asked you to join a joint army, you did. There weren't many Dancers here, so Saya had been assigned to the small force inside the ruins. If something did attack and the ruins did need defending, the troops would need all the moral they could get. Everyone was so quiet. There were a few conversations here and there, but most were listening to the argument going on above.

Saya's hand went to the sword at her waist. She really stood out like a sore thumb up here. Everyone was dressed in some sort of battle gear, whether it was armor or a uniform of some kind, then there was her. Dressed in these fancy, light, loose, garments that were meant to flow when she moved. She was dressed to entertain, not to fight. She couldn't wait to prove to these people that she really could be useful on and off the battlefield. She also couldn't wait to drink them all under the table after they won a fight. Her alcohol tolerance was unnaturally high.

The arguing got louder again and Saya looked up at the ceiling. If this was back home, she would go up there and try and put a stop to the fighting. But here, they were her leaders, and she was nothing but a soldier. What a strange transition. From the single best Dancer in Sihala, to a mere soldier. Once she commanded respect, now she would have to earn it again. This time from all these people. Saya popped up on her toes, keeping the muscles in her legs loose and ready if anything should happen. But like most here, she was hoping this small force wouldn't be needed. At least not in this place.

[Assistant]
Isacc was sitting comfortably on an armchair near his fireplace drinking some nice soothing tea trying to be as lazy as he could today. He soon began to have a small nap and wonder what was going on in the world.

Not too long after having his nap though Isacc felt something smacking him in the face and a voice yelling not to be so lazy on such a nice day. He opened his eye's to see his somewhat pushy maid Nina giving him a somewhat annoyed look.

With a Sigh of defeat Isacc got up changed, grabbed all his gear aswell as his dragonstone and decided he might aswell fly around abit since he found flying just as relaxing as napping.

With that Isacc left his home and went to an area outside the town nobody could see him and went into his dragon and flew up into the air trying to judge what way he had to go and began to head in that direction.

Isacc dived into a near by lake and swam through it to the other side then jumped out spinning around trying to look a little flashy he soon came close to his destination. He began to descend to a quiet empty area where he wouldn't be seen landed and reverted to his human form. He quickly put on his cloak something you'd see a somewhat accomplished tactician wear and walked over to what looked like a base camp.

Isacc soon regretted it though as he immediately heard and argument figured humans and chimera would have nothing better to do. He decided he may aswell try to look for the people in charge so he could ask some question about what's going on here since it looked more like people preparing for war rather then people exploring some ruins...

Isacc decided too look around... Though he quickly noticed A very cute girl wearing dancer clothing and felt an impulse to converse with her...

Putting on a somewhat happy and dopey face Isacc walked upto the girl to introduce himself hoping she wouldn't find someone who wasn't there before just popping up suspicious.

[User]
Matthew had been waiting for the two finish arguing, he'd been asked to be the tactical adviser for the generals. Of course he'd tried to find his teacher, a Grand Master would have been suited to the job yet she had vanished. He'd just finish putting together a plan to please both of them and maybe give him enough time to write in his journal and read up on the ruins.

Finally when he heard the yelling subside he entered the war room. "My lords, I have a solution to your quarrels." Stated the Tactician smiling. "We will gather up some of volunteers and elite soldiers to hunt for the creatures while the main force can fortify. Should the strike fail they can retreat to safety and if they succeed then we can move out more soldiers to continue the hunt with the enemies strength broken." Matthew smiled and gave a bow. "I have detailed troop movements, a list of all recent recruits and soldiers who have advanced skill sets, and your tea and lunch are being brought up. I need to pen a letter, send a runner if have need of me." With that the young genius turned on heel, stopping to spread and out place the lunches of the generals by his reports before swiftly leaving the room.

The young man from Lomitian smiled as he left the room. They would call for him eventually but they would wait to try and make him worry. Generals often disliked Tacticians as they were often the first to question orders. He would to, especially if they were bad orders that got men killed senselessly. Ascending one of the towers he jumped off on to one of the roofs, clambering up to the top he sat back pulling out his journal, quill, and ink. He began to write a letter to his sister, letting her know of how he'd gone from noble, to wandering sell sword, and now a adviser to a large army.

When he'd finished the letter he place everything back into his cloak. Then looked up at the sky, closing his eyes he picture the days when Mankete's flew freely over the mountains and walked these halls. He pictured how foolish and stupid humans must have looked compared to them. How far all the races had come, yet now Manakete's boarded on extinction. He wondered how strong the demons might be if they could destroy a race that powerful, what chance would they stand? Shrugging he sat up and looked out, he wondered if their was anyone worth speaking to among those who had just arrived.

[Assistant]
Although he wasn't entirely happy about it, Lonan had joined the army at his master's insistence. Thankfully, his master had joined as well; however, as a powerful sorcerer, he wasn't always there. This was one of those times. Having been left to his own devices, he had taken a book of the history of the dark arts and settled down in a corner to read. His mage robes had been altered for greater practicality, and his Flux tome sat next to him, ready to be used; all in all, despite his reading, he was probably the dark mage most ready for combat.

Turning a page, Lonan did his best to ignore the others in the army. Some were gossiping, some were arguing, some were keeping to themselves like he was, but the dark mage wanted nothing to do with them. Even if he did, he would have no clue how to go about starting a conversation. One thing he had learned was that very few people were as interested as he and his master were in the theory of dark magic. Best to keep himself separate.

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Niamh was in the army because she had been hired, plain and simple. One thing that amused her, however, was the amount of people who had heard of the Swordlady and were in awe of her. One of the downsides of this, however, was that few were bold enough to speak to her, which led to her current situation: leaning against a wall, sword sheathed, bored out of her mind. If only there was someone to challenge, someone she could test her blade against.

[User] Seth grew bored of attacking fake enemies. He needed a real challenge. Maybe a person. Noticing a bored woman with a sword, Seth sees his opportunity. He hasn't crossed blades with another person since sparring with his father. Clearing his theoat a little from his lack of talking for the past few days, Seth unsheathes his sword, points it in the direction of the lady holding the wall in place, and sinply says "Duel?"

[Assistant] A half-smile quirked one corner of Niamh's lips. "Of course." Straightening, she stepped away from the wall and drew her own blade. "Rules?"

[User]
For a trained spy Urik could be said to be anything but subtle at times. As things were, he was currently jaunting his way through the camps of the allied army, eyes aglaze in wonder and amusement at just how many capable warriors had been gathered. Now, being a spy direct combat was never necessarily a specialty of his though being proficient was something of a requirement. In melee, the trick was really all about getting the upper hand and for Urik this was usually done through some kind of surprise.

For example: some poor fool had just decided that it might be a good idea to test his blade against one of the most fearsome warriors on this side of the continent, Lady Niamh. What Urik was about to do was save this poor fool the embarrassment of a loss. With all the nimble grace that defined his role the thief approached Seth from behind, light footfalls masked by the overpowering sound of rolling carts and conversing soldiers. Just as the man finished his inquiry, "Duel?" the blunted edge of Urik's dagger found his throat, cold steel pressing lightly for a moment, just long enough for the warrior to comprehend the situation, before being withdrawn as the thief clamped a hand on the man's shoulder.

"Sorry friend, if you weren't able to detect me then fighting lady Niamh might not be such a good idea. Besides, wouldn't you rather have a couple of drinks instead of crossing blades needlessly?" The charismatic thief extended his offer to both warriors present, complimenting his words with further action. In a flash his dagger was holstered and replaced with the glinting light of a shining gold piece. A moment later this piece shift, rolled across the backs of his knuckles in a blindly quick motion that, once it finished, seemed to have multiplied the currency, using sleight of hand to turn one gold piece into three. "I'll buy?"


[System]
Username: Amaterasu
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Country of Origin: Japan
Role: Varia Member, Rain Guardian Candidate
Flame: Rain
Weapon/Fighting Style: Katana (Primary), Revolver (Secondary)
Appearance:

Personality:
Due to his childhood which was devoid of anything an "average" child would have, Ren grew up to be an indifferent, distant, and cold individual who will not speak unless necessary, most of the time. He would devote himself to whatever mission he was given in a hard working manner even if he may be indifferent towards a lot of things, since his missions were always his top priority. Despite all this, what manages to get the most reaction out of him is if his real name, Rentarou, is mentioned to his face in which he will either threaten to cut or shoot you if done again. Reaction may vary depending on who says it.

History:
Being born to the status of heir to the yakuza family, Kanesada Group, Ren's life was filled with hardships ever since he was a mere young boy. His mother's passing in his early years did not make his life any less difficult, and because of her dying words, "Please grow up to be a boy your father and I will be proud of...", his only inspiration and reason for living was to please his father for the sake of his mother's dying wish.

The harsh training in the ways of the katana and gun shooting was too strenuous for the young boy to handle but failure was not easily forgiven, regardless of his age. Punishments were given in a form of verbal assaults from his father or sometimes even worse, physical punishments. Due to this, he earns a trauma of displeasing his father or his superiors, where he has a mental breakdown and other side effects depending on how severe the disappointment or punishment.

Growing up in such a harsh environment and with great pressure to inherit the yakuza family, he has abandoned any sort of sentiment, except with few exemptions like his dear mother, which made his future tasks easier. No room for guilt or conscience upon murders and sabotage of destructive families, Ren has started to finally become a young man worthy for the title of heir of Kanesada Group.

Missions after missions being done for the sake of the Kanesada Group, word of Ren, the young heir to a yakuza family, has begun to circulate among the Vongola family, one of the Kanesada Group's alliance in Japan, as one of the hopeful candidate of becoming a mafioso. The word traveled through gossips and casual conversations among mafioso until it reached the ear of the Varia member recruitment scout.

Ren's father, pleased by hearing that his son could be of an asset to Varia, the assassination squad for the influential and powerful Vongola family, had given his approval of having his son under the wing of Varia to earn further experience before inheriting the Kanesada Group. Ren, being obedient to the orders of his father, agreed to become a part of Varia with no objections and thus started his life as a mafioso.

Other
Hobbies: Checking and maintaining of his weapons, target shooting, sword to sword sparring, reading books for knowledge gaining, shogi (Japanese form of chess) for strategic skill improvement, shodo (Japanese calligraphy), and feeding street cats.

Likes: Peaceful environment, old fashioned Japanese things like shogi, shodo, kimono and such, and cats.

Dislikes: Being called "Rentarou", father/superiors being displeased with his performance, unable to accomplish his given task/s, people being persistent or nagging about his behavior/personality especially if people point out his jiji (old geezer) like character and taste.

[User]
He blinked listening to Sam's words "You win this round magic man" He then did the whole I'm watching you thing. As he sat down he wondered where everyone else was "Hey Sam were we the only ones hyped for this?". Before Sam could respond Naoki rudly asked "Hey,your in with me on taking down Asuka right?. Because I tried to speak to the baby and I got floored, someone will hopefully join me now where do you stand?" he said leaning forward as if it was pier pressure

Naoki wasn't sure what his feelings were after everything that happened in the past 48hrs. He tried to look confident but really his feelings were still mixed. He could get up now and run but that wouldn't be him, he would stand his ground and just wait for what's going to happen, happen. Anyway he needed a new project.

"Also mind if I have some tea? If you have any left?..."

[Assistant]
Samael | Namimori Middle Rooftop

"Maybe, maybe not, I simply have nothing else to do today", he responded, taking another sip of his tea before splitting a piece of cake with his fork.

"Also I tend to stand where no one will attack me, but I do wish you good luck on your endeavours", he continued to just enjoy his tea and cake as he spoke. To be honest he didn't quite care what squabble they were getting into or voluntarily perpetuating. It was going to be a long wait, but there were large amounts of cake and tea here, biscuits too, and waffles, and a bunch of Japanese sweets such as mochi were available.

"And yes, help yourself to some tea, there is plenty left", he answered, motioning over to the tea pot, accompanied with a box of tea bags, and a boiler too. There certainly was enough for a whole day.

[User]
The morning was quiet as Luca sat at the kitchen table, pushing his half eaten breakfast around his plate. He had been thinking about last night, how Asuka and Hideaki were doing, and just what he was gonna about his place in this Vongola business since the break of dawn. So far he had just gone around and around in his thoughts with no answer in sight. He was suddenly startled back to the table when Felicita, Luca's mother, placed a cup of juice in front of him. "Feeling okay, Lu~? You haven't said a word this morning." She inquired, feeling his forehead for any sign of fever. Luca looked at his mother and forced a smile. "I-I'm fine...just a little tired after last night's...excitement..." Lying to his parents was something he rarely did and he never considered himself particularly good at it but for now he had to. How could he tell his parents that he was the apparent successor to a huge mafia organization? Knowing his mother she'd probably march over to the school and demand that Shi never come near him again. Luca truthfully didn't know who he was more scared for in tat scenario. Dad...he was the very last person Luca would ever want to know.

"Really? You and Yuki didn't get carried away did you~?" Why did it seem everyone, including his own parents, insisted on teasing him about these things. Regardless, Luca barely reddened at all. "No, it was just a fun night...for the most part. I think I had a little to much to eat last night so I'm not very hungry." Luca slid the plate away from him and left the table, heading back up to his room. Felicita watched he son somber off and sighed. He was not the greatest liar.

Half an hour later the doorbell rang and Luca's mother left her sweet stash to answer it. She opened the door to reveal a young man wearing a suit. The teen introduced himself and she reacted slightly to the name. "An acquaintance? Isn't it a bit of a hot day to be wearing a suit~?" Felicita gave Ren a wry smile before stepping to the side and inviting him in. "Well, maybe my son could use a friendly face. He doesn't seem himself this morning." She offered to bring up some drinks and directed him to Luca's room.

Luca sat at his piano staring at a partially pilled piece of sheet music. His fingers danced across the keys as he remembered the notes by heart. He was completely absorbed into the moment until he reached where the sheet music cut off. For a short while he continued, the improvised notes blending perfectly with what was already there but then he started to slow and the notes became sloppy and unfitting. Luca's hands hovered over the keys as one started to clench out of frustration. If there was ever a clear tell that Luca was upset or had a lot on his mind it was when he had trouble playing. Just then he heard a knock at his door.

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Sitting on the open windowsill in Asuka's room was a relaxed Fon as he took a deep breath of the morning air. Despite the chaos of the evening's gathering it had been quite the relaxing night. For him at least. The infant monk ha been worried about how his current host was going to react but to his pleasure she showed no signs of distress. In fact she seemed happier than he and Shi observed her to be at the festival. The rest of their night was quite fun and calm. "Hm?" Fon opened his eyes to his monkey climbing up into the window and onto his head. "You seem to have had your own adventure last night~" He said at it curled up and fell asleep.

It seemed like it would be fairly quiet until the meeting tonight. At least he thought it would. Fon looked down to see the archery captain arriving and fully equipped with a bow. The boy was a difficult one to read but Fon was hardly a newborn. "He's a curious one." Asuka came in offering breakfast and Fon turned to her with a smile. "Thank you. I'm sure you and our other guest have many questions and Ill be glad to answer them~" He said referring to Hideaki as the doorbell rang.

[Assistant] Asuka blinked when she saw there was apparently a small monkey now with Fon. It was strange. That was for sure, but so far there wasn't anything about this baby that was normal. So she could worry about that later. "First, I... Wait... Guest?" She asked before hearing the doorbell. Who would be visiting her at this time? She moved to the window and looked down. No... No! Why was he... Oh god who cared... He probably had questions to. "You can come in, but try anything funny and I'll break your jaw!" She threatened before she grabbed her house key and tossed it down. The small plush fox key chain would make it easy to catch. "Hurry up! I'm starting without you!" She didn't have time to go down, make more food or anything. She had questions. "Tell me about the Vongola." She then said to Fon. Still though, her anger was noticeable. How dare Hide try and move in on her time with the toddler?! There was something of an ominous aura around her. She wasn't happy about the new guest or the turn things might take.

[User]
A blond woman came to answer the door, to whom the young heir had assumed to be the boy's mother. While the reaction was faint, Ren noticed the slight disturbance upon her expression when his own name was mentioned. Perhaps that wasn't too much of a surprise, considering his yakuza family was one of the more well known ones around Namimori. As if his status hadn't mattered to her, if she indeed knew who he was, the mother spoke casually towards the boy. At least it didn't have to end in a huge commotion with people screaming 'YAKUZA! YAKUZA! OFFICER HELP!' Merely nodding in his usual silence to her inquiry, which sounded more of a joke, Ren respectfully bowed as he was given entry to their house.

As he rose up the stairs as instructed to by Mrs. Yuuki, Ren paused before the door to the blond boy's room when he heard a piano playing. Seeing as it would seem rude to interrupt a performance of whoever it was, he quietly listened to the keys play a beautiful tune. Well, until the playing became rougher and slower till it stopped altogether. Taking this as a chance to intrude the owner of the room, the yakuza heir knocked onto the door twice. Pausing a little before parting his lips to speak, "...... Pardon for my intrusion, Yuuki. This is Kanesada. I wish to speak to you about important matters regarding last night..."


[System]
Current EXP: 0

Inventory:

Clothing: Alpha Rabbit Loin cloth, Medium bone and spider silk armor,

Weapons: Bite, Sharp Claws,

Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer: See Character.

Sharp Bite: Sharpened bite is a relatively simple move allowing the user to perform a bite attack and draw blood not useful in most situations but when to use in close range fights can decisively turn the tide of battle, when upgraded can tear off limbs of enemies with ease.

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.

Unarmed combat, beginner: learned how to fight with ones bare hand and understands how to block and strike with one's own hands

Rookie camouflage: This goblin has learned how to use the environment to its advantage and hide even in plain sight. At higher levels will grant total camouflage regardless of environment.

Bloody strike: this goblin has learned to find the most vulnerable part of its prey and strike to cause massive bleeding damage. Warning: ineffective against inanimate objects or undead.

Gravekeepers spirit: These 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.

Silk Spinning: they have learned how to create their own silk through their fingertips, allowing them to create traps and snares without supplies. However, it isn't controllable at first and acts like silly string.

Stone Skin: 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.

Dead whispers: a special ability only given to those that are inclined towards death. He is now able to hear the calls of those that are long dead and can learn ancient knowledge, can be upgraded to allow for full conversations.

Deathly movements: the user is now able to dodge movements that would otherwise harm him. He is able to evade blows much easier and with much greater flexibility than his hobgoblin counterparts.

Stone Wind Stance: this stance allowed him to move with fluid motions while still having a strong defence to handle any blows that tried to hit him.

Titles:

Blessings:

Blessings of the dead: This goblin has been blessed by the goddess of death herself he and whoever follows him now gain the ability to earn double XP. With each kill they gain, they make an offering to the goddess and it is as if her deathly presence approves of each kill. Each offering of a dead kill now offers double XP. This Hobgoblin also receives the following benefits. The ability to see and eat souls for one. He can also learn necromancy easier. Then He has mental debuff resistance and dark magic resistance.

Devils luck: they are all lucky to be alive, and it shows in how well they take chances...

Curses:

Current Evolution: Ghoul - Day 6

Past evolutions and xp:
Hobgoblin - Day 5 (1x demon spider, 1x troll, 1x alpha troll, = 152 xp)
Goblin - Day 0 (1x horned bunny, 2x alpha horned bunny, 11x lesser Skeleton's = 460 xp)

Notable places: Directions from starting cave.
Church to the east?
Wolves to the west, dangerous in packs beware of alphas.
Venomous vipers to the south east.
Venomous spiders to the North East
Bats to the north, they hide in trees during the day to hide from the sun.
also possible legendary beast to the far far north.
Gender: Male

Appearance:
Ghoul - Hobgoblin Gird had accepted the chance to evolve and as such when he woke up he would see that he wasn't that much taller then he was before. He only reached as high as 5 feet which was the size of an average human. What changed, however, was not his size but his appearance, his body that was once pale now had rotting parts that looked like his body was ready to fall off at any given moment and he could even look down and see the bone of his arm! He grew hair over his head that was as black as ebony and reached down to his shoulders and his eyes now looked eternally bloodshot. He looked like he was a rotting corpse which would explain a lot. However all is not negative, Now it seemed as though he could see in the dark. Now when he got close to the bones of the dead from a few nights back it seemed as though they could speak to him in some language he couldn't understand. While his body might look ready to fall apart at the seams in truth this meant he was much faster than when he was a hobgoblin. Now it seemed like his body was light as a feather and moved with the air around him.

Hobgoblin "The Variant" - This goblin has been changed in a more dramatic way then his siblings. Throughout his interactions and his training, he was changed making him as large as the others that have evolved however his skin tone has changed to that of pale white. This makes him stand out easily however his skin tone gives him the special affinity for death. His skin has gone pale and as such it will make him harder to not be seen however he can just as easily train his skill to blend with the environment. His claws have grown longer and sharper rivaling that of a wolves claws and his teeth have since become sharper as well making his biting skill more effective. Clearly if looked on in the right light he might look like a wraith or a vengeful ghost. He still has the three claw marks over the right side of his head and ear, as well as the mark on his left side. These marks, although still pale, are slightly darker than his current skin tone. Thanks to his goddess Duvelna, he now has 4 black claw marks stretching from the top of his right shoulder to his lower left abdomen as a sign of his faith.

Goblin - Gird has an average height and strong build. His skin is a darker than average shade of green with lighter green blotches abound giving him an almost natural forest camouflage. Gird also has two white birth marks. One looks like he was scratched by something with three claws down the right side of his head, and the second looks almost like something big bit him in the left side of his abdomen. His black hair is normally kept short and his eyes hold a yellow color.

Personality: Stoic, Brave, Stubborn, and Blunt are a few words that can describe this particular male. His loyalty to the tribe will not falter for any promise of gold or harm. He holds within him a sense of duty to his people and will do what he thinks he must do to protect them.

Past Life History: Grid was once known as Victor. A tall brute of a man with a soft spot for animals. Victor worked with a group that protected endangered animals from poachers by hunting poachers. He was even able to befriend a few of the wild animals that were around. But one day while on patrol he was mauled to death by a wounded predator.

Skill: Beast Tammer — a trait carried over from his past life. It allows him to befriend and tame beasts. Some that are lower level than he is, to the point he wouldn't learn anything from them, may very well simply ignore him or treat him as one of their own. Either way Gird seems to have a natural affinity with taming or understanding beasts and monsters.

Other: He simply wishes that one day he will be a mighty goblin that will be able to protect his tribe for years to come.

[User]
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

Titles:

Blessings:

Curses:

[Assistant]
Goblin Luz

@Jangel13@Guy0fV4lor

The second Luz heard the sound of that loud crunch, She smiled in delight as time begins to slow down for just a second before she land. She then slammed to the ground, rolled to the side and quickly got back up as quick as she could before looking at the rabbit to make sure Gird didn't miss and saw the wounded rabbit. Though Gird target wasn't killed instantly, it practically now on Duvelna's doorstep waiting for the underworld to claim it into its ranks. She then smiled proudly at Gird before giving him a thumbs up and a smile before looking in the direction...or rather where it was at before the two made their move.

It was now gone, it fleed with its tail between its legs cause it lacks the fighting spirit the alpha's had, what a shame; but then again it didn't surprise her, she knew this would happen. Now that battle over Luz then bend down, and close her prey's eyes and said "Requiescat in pace" Now that the battle's over Luz then looked at Gird, smiled, and replied: "Thank you and you too. You know i don't think that most goblins back in that cave would have gone through it such a daring move, so i'm glad to have you by my side." She told him at least that what her guts were telling her for some reason.

Luz then watched him as he skinned his rabbit, tore out its heart and begin drinking it bleed and now that she thought of it. She was thirsty too. "Can you hold on for a minute let me try that, i promise it will not take long." She told him before she took one of the rabbit's horns she collected and used it to punch a hole in the rabbit so she can dig inside its body and rip out its dead heart. She then raised it heart above her and begin pouring it blood into her mouth and made a weird face as she moved it to the back of her throat and shallowed. "Wow, that salty." She remarks before getting ready to go. "Okay i'm ready to g-" She then heard the sound of branches rustling in the distance. She then froze in place before taking a combat stance as something rushes at them. "Something coming." She said to him, ready to face whatever threat emerges.

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Goblin Gird  Deciding what to do next >>>> Waiting for what's coming next /// Day 4 // Afternoon

The heart was rather chewy and the blood a little salty with an iron after-taste but otherwise okay. Gird would keep in mind that the heart tasted better than the rest of the meat that he has had tasted. The goblin listened to Luz as she spoke of the others and what they might or might not have done. "Well it was two alphas in a dual. We have already seen that their hide is a bit thicker than normal and I didn't want to engage two foes in direct combat. Especially since the pain I still feel now and then from the first alpha we encountered." He waited patiently as she finished up, the meat on his back was drying rather nicely in the afternoon warmth.

"That loner that was with Gina when we found her. I think he would be a good hunting partner, he seems self-sufficient anyway. I don't know about the others that came with us, they don't seem like the warrior type. Besides Gina will have them all eating berries and plants before too long." A joke at her natural ways and their goddess. Harmless and simply just trying to get Luz to smile he openly wouldn't put anyone down for their beliefs or try to sway them one way or another. "Besides if it's daring and the risk is worth the reward, why not. I like that feeling I get, that focused rush. I didn't feel it with the smaller rabbit, so far just the alphas."

Gird continued to watch Luz as she too consumed the heart. He had noticed some blood had dripped down his face but opted to leave it there so it could dry and make him look just a bit more intimidating. When she said she was ready, she paused. They both seemed to hear something moving toward them through the brush at the same time. Luz readied herself for whatever was coming while gird used his Rookie Camouflage skill to dip down in a bush behind a nearby tree. This last second strategy was hopefully going to make whatever was coming go for Luz, so he could attack it from behind after it passed him. So he waited patiently and listened as the thing came closer.

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,

Titles:

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[System]
Age: 16
Appearance: Lilith
 is a tall blond standing five foot ten inches and weighs about 145, her eyes are brown and her long blond hair falls to the small of her back.
Godly parent: Peitho Goddess of Seduction, Negotiation, and Charm
Powers: Silver tongue; when speaking Litlth's voice is pleasant to hear but when she manifests her gift like a siren she can enthrall any that hear her filling them with desire, altering their opinions, or making them want to do whatever they think will make her happy and smile at them. Because she is able to enthrall others with her voice she is also able to feel the deference between truth and BS
Bio: Lilith's Dad is Ricky Fader Lead Singer of Night Scream who while taking a break from Touring so he could write was alone on the Private Greek Island Zykos where once stood a shrine to the Goddess Peitho.
It was there that she first saw him and listened as he sang song while playing his old acoustic guitar and fell in love with the mortal. She appeared to him one night as a local girl out for a moonlight swim and he fell for her. Three months the two met after sunset she telling him that she named Petra an was the daughter of a local shipping magnate who's father wouldn't approve her relationship with him so they must keep their love a secret.
Eventually Ricky's record company demanded he get to work on his contracted next album so he had to leave but not before buying the island at an outrageous price telling his new love Petra he'd return and hoped to see her again.
For three years the Island was their secret love nest and his two albums showing a new found passion that shocked the industry. His love ballads featured in 5 hit movies, his concerts packed he was the man every girl between 16 and 30 wanted but not even the super models he once was seen with seemed able to move him.
Who knows how long they may have remained lovers but one day she told him she needed to fly to Zykos for she had to see him urgently. It was when he arrived she had to tell him she was pregnant and she also confessed that she was the Goddess Peitho and under the laws she lived this meant she could no longer be with him.
Broken hearted he was crushed till she told him she needed him to take care of their daughter which he agreed and then set about concocting a plan to see it through.
He named her Lilith and as a tribute to her mother gave her the middle name Petra. His story about her was that he'd all along been having an affair with a Greek woman and that he'd wanted to keep her privacy and that if not for her dying in child birth would have also tried to protect his daughter from all the public interest she'd now have to endure. The press as they are want to do dug into Lilith's mother's story and found the old family doctor who'd delivered her and pronounced her mother dead even telling them where her grave was.
Raised in Montana on Cloudy Sky Ranch and home schooled by tutors she was able to avoid most of the public exposure. There she thrived learning the things most girls her age needed to learn as well as dressage, music, and excelling at the many sports popular in the Mountains she called home.
Then on her 12th birthday Lilith's dad took her to Zykos where he told her about her mother and told her how her mother was a Goddess and daughter of Oceanus and Tethys. He told her how her mother Peitho was a close companion of the goddess Aphrodite and that she; lilith was a demigoddess and because of that would be sought after by the dark forces which opposed the forces of Olympus. The latter part was why soon she'd have to leave him and go to a place where she'd be taught how to handle what she was and protect herself.
She at first thought he dad was playing an elaborate trick on her but didn't say it and then that very night an odd striking older woman just seemed to appear in her room on the island and before Lilith could speak she said "Chairetísmata Petra kóri tou Peitho". Lilith understood her knowing she'd just said "Greetings Petra daughter of Peitho" but then to Lilith's surprise the woman added "Amfivállete óti échete theïkés proeléfseis kai aftó eínai katanoitó, eínai ekpliktikó na mathaínoume" (You doubt you divine origins and that is understandable, it is an astounding thing to learn)
Lilith was an interesting choice as it means daughter of the night in the Arcadian tongue and fitting for you she said as she reached out and brushed Lilith's hair out of her eyes.
"Who are you?" asked Lilith
The older woman smiled and said "I am Terthys your grandmother and the source of fresh water." then she smiled and held out her right hand in invitation and in surprise Lilith took her hand and felt comfort in the woman's arms.
That night Lilith knew she'd met her Grandmother and that her dad had told her the truth. The next 4 years she was protected by some glamour caste on her by her grandmother till it broke and she was noticed.
He dad came to her in Montana skipping out of a tour show just to see she was taken to New York and long Island
Other
Characters theme song:"Who Are You?"

Skills/Gift/Weapons
Well traveled Desi speaks and reads French, English, Spanish, Portuguese, Urdu, and Mandrin and a bit of Japanese and German
Familiar with guns but no expert as she was too young to get practical training
First Aid
Desi isn't what one would call a traditional fighter but the style she learned is similar to Pankration with dirty fighting tossed in.
Taught knife fighting she isn't actually an expert though has had several chances to practice
Not her first choice of knives but because of an Anime a good multiuse knife found laying around

Gift
Desi's gift is Discordia which allows her enhance distrust of friends and allies causing them to either work less effectively as a unit or even turn on each other if it is possible

A gift from dear old mom

Magical it becomes a necklace that looks plain and made of braided leather
Drawn it becomes either a 1 meter or 3 meter weapon that causes painful burning wounds
(Think salt and lemon juice in an open wound as numb and relaxing)

[User]
Jason spent the night wandering the halls of the Nome. It was getting late. Most of the others had gone to bed. While he often tried to keep up the upbeat, naive quester vibe going, he often found when he was alone, he struggled with his own darkness. Not that he would ever bring it up with anyone in the group. Wandering the halls while it was dark, gave him some solace. Leaning against a wall, he slid to the ground. His head resting between his hands. "I'm sorry." He whispered into his hands. His mind takes him back to that fateful night. Taking a deep breath, he centred himself back in reality. Jason stood up and found a room, to finally get some sleep.

Next Day

Jason had gotten up early, and made himself breakfast from his bag of food, and went to the training room when summoned. Listening to the options. Looking at the kopis on his hip. It never really suited him. He only got it because the camp was greek. He had taken fencing classes as a kid and was more suited to long thin blades. He decided to take Kung Fu. His fighting style always revolved around mobility and hard/fast strikes, so it seemed like the best fit.

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Ryan spent the night maintaining his weapons and equipment. While making idle chit chat with Rösk.
Next Day
He was up early. Never really slept. Not since the war. So, up and ready, he waited the training area for the briefing. When he listened to the different martial arts, he sighed eyed his cousin. He didn't really feel the need for combat practice. When he was alive, he practised Hung Ga, Kung fu, and since his death, he had practised Lausatok.
Ryan pulled a cigarette packet from his pocket and held it to his lips. It lit itself instantly as he took the first drag. "Krav Maga sounds interesting," He said to no one in particular. Taking another drag, he cracked his knuckles, getting ready for a fight.

[Assistant]
Tony smiled once everyone had chosen their martial art. " Alright nice and now this will basically the general schedule will be , wake up at 7:00am martial arts training , until noon then we have a lunch break and then it's ,team building exercises until three and then power practicing from three to five and then sparring sessions from five to seven and once it reaches seven its relaxation time and if you don't wake up by seven am I will pour my code red mountain dew on you to wake you up." he said cheerfully and snapped to have the shabti, which he had made enough for everyone to get one on one training began teaching everyone in their respective martial arts. Whistling a Irish tune he took his spot next to Jason for kung fu and began to practice with the Shabti.

Robin walked to the Muay Thai Shabti and began to practice. He wasn't used to the furry of kicks and elbows and generally everything being thrown at him so he got beat fairly eaisly. Robin would get more frustrated as the shabti beat him and as he did a aura of heat began to radiate off of him . "Agghh"  he cried out in frustration then walked out of the nome and calmed down then walked back in and began to train with renewed vigor.

Casper smiled as he looked at the shabti. " Ooh scary statue made out of rubber please don't hurt me" he said chuckling . His humor was quickly cut off when he found himself on his back. " Stupid statue" he growled and muttered a curse in old norse then began to trade blows with the shabti. He usually found himself in some form of submission or chokehold or caught in a flip as he wasn't used to this type of fighting style. Though he did enjoy the exercise and began to be able to dodge the shabti though performing the moves on it was one other thing entirely .

[User]
Arty sighed and then went to her room grabbed her back pack and then headed out. She was gone for most of the day getting groceries, and other things. When she got home she sighed as she started to un load them onto the counter then into the fridge. She organized the pantry, Fridge, Freezer and Cabinets. She even made some healthy chicken, broccoli mac and cheese. She sighed as she sat down at the counter and started to eat.

(Might add more later)

[Assistant] Redacted

[User]
Darya bobs her head in acknowledgment of the schedule, then approaches her assigned shabti. As the practice begins, she holds in a slow, steady pattern with the shabti, focusing on learning the basics as best as she can. She pauses to retie her hair, gaze drifting among the other training matches. It falls on Devon, and she studies him for a second before turning away. With a start, she realizes Artemis is not among them. Her brow furrows, but without knowledge of where her half-sister might be, Darya decides to continue sparring.
I'll look for her during lunch, she decides. With a deep breath, she shifts back into training.
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Reagan carefully skirts Casper as they make their way over to their allotted shabti. With a quick bow, they quickly begin sparring, pausing only to adjust form or grab a drink. They quickly fall back into their training, letting muscle memory guide their movements. The shabti aims a roundhouse at their chest, which they deflect, only to be pushed back by a spinning back kick. A grin briefly splits their face, and they bounce back, grin disappearing just as quickly as it had appeared.

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[User]
Ivy stays out of everyone else's way to the best of her ability, flinching at Casper's struggles, until she reaches her assigned shabti beside Ryan's. The statue comes for her with a sidekick, and the match begins. Ivy's street instincts come in, and she dodges fairly easily. The shabti keeps striking at her, and Ivy maneuvers around it until she attacks back. She throws a front kick to the groin and an elbow for the jaw, proceeding to trip the shabti when she gets socked in the stomach. She exhales sharply, then smirks and retaliates. She notices her newfound friend, Artemis, was missing, and then remembered what she had yelled earlier.

J.R. approaches her shabti with casual caution, unsure of what to expect from the doll. She crouches a little and feints. The shabti tries to take her down, and they wrestle. She grins in satisfaction when she gets top and pins the shabti, then a few minutes later grunts in pain as her arm is being bent back. "Damn rubber," she huffs.

A young woman huffs in frustration as she seems to argue with herself. After glancing around and determining there are no witnesses, her eyes glow for a moment and she seems to walk for a bit before disappearing into thin air. "Hey, where did Beni go?" the coach wonders as Beni appears in front of a very pissed and seemingly resilient guy with dark blue hair. Robin. She blocks his strike and sidekicks him fiercely in the stomach and uppercuts his chin. After a flurry of strikes, she gets him in a chokehold, before pausing and looking at her victim. "You alright there, bud?"

[Assistant]
Lilith felt more lost than she'd ever felt in her entire life as she watched all the others make friends so quickly and adapt to this new life her grandmother had told her that she must. As a result she just did as she often did when her dad was the center of attention and faded into the background.

But toady she had to fight and even though a part of her wanted to hide she did and was quickly humiliated

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Des Loved the fact that the toy they let her use didn't feel pain and that she could do things to it that in sparring she dare not with a living being. She gouged eyes, slashed at it's crotch; she fought like and animal but a clever one and when it seemed she'd lose instead of surrender she let herself go becoming a snarling animal.


[System]
Age: 8 years old

Sex: Male

Appearance:
As depicted in the picture above and stands roughly at 3ft 1 inch tall.

Role: Warrior (Scout) and Hunter

Abilities:

* Now you see me... - Due to his irregular choice of apparel, he tends to stand out in a group of normal goblins.
* ...Now you don't. - Even so, he is exceptionally skilled in keeping hidden and moving silently...well for a goblin that is.
* Griz be nimble. - Griz may not be as strong as most of the other warriors, but he sure is one of the fastest and most dexterous of them all.
* Hits *just* right. - Griz's choice of weaponry may not be intimidating like a morningstar or a battle axe, but he sure knows how to use them to maximum effect.
* Hunter's Intuition. - Griz is at home in the wilderness just as he is in the village. He is knowledgable in survival skills as well as hunting skills.
* Pyrophobic. - Due to an incident when he was a youngling, Griz is extremely wary around large open flames.

Clothing/Equipment:

* Black Hooded Cloak. - A cloak made from dyed leather modified to fit a goblin's diminutive size.
* Black Leather Shorts. - A pair of shorts made with dyed leather modified to fit a goblin's diminutive size.
* Cloth Hand and Foot Wraps. - Strips of cloth used to muffle and offer mild protection to the hands and feet.
* Iron Hunting Knife. - A simple single-edged knife meant for hunting animals. Griz's most reliable weapon.
* Wood Short Bow and Arrows. - Mundane bow and arrows made from the wood of the surrounding trees. Griz's favoured weapon.

[User]
@Zillanilla

Stepping away from Greslarch and Breden, his wolf happily obliging to let the young goblin pet him. Twig listened to Vox quietly without blinking as he watched the hunter explain his importance as hunter before the druid nodded then he spoke up "I do not doubt you are important to the tribe due to your duties as hunter," Twig paused to glance at his wolf panting happily.

'Behind the ears, behind the ears!' Greslarch sniffed then shook his head rapidly as if sneezing "Just try to treat the hunt as a test for survival and not as a sport," he said sagely to his apprentice "Killing too much of the same animal will create an imbalance and soon your tribe will starve because of that," drawing his sickle from his hip Twig examined the blades ornate craftsmanship before extending his hand towards Vox "But there will be more time later to talk of the hunt," Twig said quickly "First a pact must be made with the earth our mother and the wind that carries thy words," he pricked his finger with the sickle and let a droplet of blood drip to the ground then he looked at Vox seriously "You my apprentice may do the same or do you doubt the path ahead it is your choice" Twig told Vox offering the tip of his sickle.

"If you choose this path do as I just did," Twig studied the hunters expression "Your path is your choice" Twig reassuringly said waiting for the other goblin to make his choice.

[Assistant]
Vox stared at the scythe then at Twig. Seeing the druid brought up an old memory. A time where Vox ventured a bit too far from his usual hunting spots. He forgot where exactly he was, but he remembered it being really high. High enough to see the entire forest from the top. He would never forget what he saw. Like giant river of greens. It was then Vox began to truly love the forest in he was born in. Vox took the handle of the sickle and pricked his finger.
"Your teachings will not got to waste."

[User]
The hammer fell...Blang!

It struck the metal upon the anvil...brang!

A practiced hand lifted the loop of cherry red metal up off the anvil and into the fire once more. A pull of the billows. The woosh and flare of the flames.

Koglan looked into the fire watching the metal. He has to keep it hot while he works at the loop, if he doesn't it could cool in the wrong position. He pulled the billows again, sending another wave of heat through the forge. It had to be just right.

he pulls the loop from the fire and sets it to the anvil again. His hammer falls again. This loop one of many in a set he's making. He had promised Siwa something some time ago. Chimes, or bells, but here he is making rings of cast off iron, which he intends to make into dancing rings, to ring pleasantly while the young goblin dances.

He's a fool to say he may love her. No he's too old for that and too wise and wily. No, but he does care for the young female surely. He raises his hammer again and brings it down with a crash. And because he cares he will do something fine for her here now.

He takes a moment to rub his brow, sweat from the fire smeared across his brow. And in that moment looking over to the paw he claimed, claws, fur and bones having been separated from the tough meat within. That meat drying now near the forge in the heat. Yes it's all part of his next master work, though humans would likely call it little more then a trinket, Koglan found this idea, truly masterful. Those claws and the fur, are all part of the idea. And the bones will surely be put to work as well.

He looks back to his work, raising hammer again. He hums, "More, eight is only barely enough, she must ring like a goblin goddess when she dances." He brings his hammer down again, lifting the cooling ring, "Good good. Now...more." He grabs another piece of iron scrap, and begins to file off the burrs, his well practiced hand making quick work of it.

Soon there is another woosh. Causing the interested young goblins outside come to watch the smith work to gasp in awe as the flames jump and the heat grows. Powerful arms work as the old goblin performs his art.

Soon again the hammer raises, then comes down...vang!

Yet more work to do, weapons and armor can wait abit, even in the face of possible war, weapons and armor can wait for a little bit of art.

And the hammer falls again...spang!

[Assistant]
"It is done then Vox your path is now the druidic path," Twig cleaned the tip of his sickle then returned it to his hip as he glaced at Vox "For now let's meet your smith," he peered at Greslarch and Breden momentarily "We need to get a move on night will fall soon and I'm eager to see the rest of the village" Twig walked over to his wolf whom happily panted as he was pet by the young goblin Breden.

'Just a while longer' the wolf growled in annoyance but his master just frowned at him so Greslarch sat himself near Twig so the druid could mount the wolf. His green eyes gazed down at the two other goblins and cleared his throat "Alright," he pat Greslarch on the head lightly "Shall we go find your friend Breden?" Twig asked Breden from atop his wolf "The uh father of Siwa's litter?" he added clearing up who he was talking about.

[User]
@Zillanilla@BigPapaBelial

It didn't take long for Breden to lead Twig and Vox to Koglan's forge. He could hear the clatter of hammer against metal as they approached. He could also smell the distinctive aroma of the blacksmith's shop. For goblins, the ability to work with iron was considered the most advanced craft in their repertoire. It might as well have been magic to them.

"Watch your step in there, guys. Koglan is the best at what he does, but he doesn't usually have anyone inside the forge but himself. It may be a bit dangerous in there. Now, from what I know, certain types of iron can hurt fae and other spirits of the wild. Not sure why, but I get the idea that blacksmithing and nature magic don't mix very well. Still, Kog wouldn't harm nature, unless all this smoke coming from his forge counts."

Breden knocked on the outside of Koglan's hut. "Kog! It's me! I've brought a couple of friends over! May we come in?"

[Assistant]
@Aristocles@Zillanilla

Dismounting the wolf Twig landed on the ground with a shick as his feet touched the ground. Greslarch curled up nearby the entrance but not in the way.

'Rest you go!' Greslarch stretched and let out a yawn then closed his eyes but Twig knew when his companion slept this was him just resting. Twig followed Breden inside the hut with Vox in tow, it was hot even by the entrace way and he had to remove his mantle so he wouldn't overheat.

[User]
Griz would have properly greeted Breden and the two new goblins that followed him...but he was a little too busy gawking at the resting wolf to do so.

He knew that there existed goblins that rode upon wild beasts like how other goblins would have with a goat or perhaps a boar. But he'd never, in all his years of being alive, had seen a wolf this close without at least one of them trying to kill the other. Even less, one that didn't want to make a meal of the hunter.

The green-eyed goblin seemed to have control over the wolf, but it did not comfort the rest of the goblin fighters and hunters present at Koglan's hut. They would have encountered a wolf at one point in their lives, and the experience was rarely a pleasant one. They gave the wolf a wide berth. Even Rom, one of the bravest goblins Griz knew, decided to take a handful of paces away from the resting predator.

[Assistant]
@Blackmist16@Aristocles

Vox began to open his coat, as usual the forge was almost sweltering, he never understood how Gritz was able to stand this heat, but then again the same could be said about him. As a fellow craftsman Vox often felt there was a type of unspoken kinship with the goblin smith with the only real difference between the two of them were the materials they worked with.

Vox was aware of the atmosphere as Twigs companion slept almost unaware of it all. He knew that if this tension continued they may not get very far on what they came to do. Vox had decided to sit near Greslarch hoping the others took it as a sign that the wolf was friendly and not a threat.

[User]
@Searat@Blackmist16@Aristocles

As the goblins arrived they are greeted by the roar of a the forge. And the sound of the hammer striking metal. The old smith Koglan Ironweaver working away. But unlike sometime ago where he was frenetically banging away making iron rings he's working on something a little more practical. A axe head billet in the fires, and twenty four rings of iron setting on a counter, of varying widths true but enough to fit around an ankle or wrist.

But now it's an axe. He pulls it from the fire and sets it to his anvil. As the first strike falls he hears the call from without. He lifts his hammer again and before he lets it fall calls out, "Enter or stay out, either way works. If you've come for a weapon well..." He briefly gestures at the wall of weapons he has set up for those who need it. Axes, sabers, scimitars, spears, knifes and hammers line the wall opposite Koglan. His inventory had been ordered open when the worry of war had arisen. All his surplus of weapons ready to be used.

His hammer falls again, he turns the axe head and it falls a third time as he works at the axe. He hums then looks over at the goblins, "What brings you all to my forge? Come to trade? To speak? Come say your piece." And then he drops it, Griz, Brendan and anyone else familiar with him likely feel it coming, but those who aren't may not be prepared as he finishes with, "I have spoken on this."

[Assistant] Vox had used the opportunity to take a look around the forge. Winter was coming,and if what the chief had said was true, he would have to preserve as much as he could before it comes. Which means more foraging, and bigger prey. He will need to change to overcome this personal challenge, but he somehow had a feeling the forest would not mind that. He an idea what to do next. But it would require a new tool, but he was not sure what. He was soon lost in thought

[User]
@BigPapaBelial@Searat@Aristocles

Before the druid had stepped into the forge his wolf snorted 'Fear and tension...I sense it everywhere brother' Greslarch's head rose and regarded Vox as he sat beside him 'If they attack brother...' the thought trailed.

Hesitantly Twig stopped and turned standing at the entrance to the smiths sweltering hut. Shaking his head Twig addressed the goblins passing by knowing that they were afraid of the large predator. "Just a moment,"  he told his friends and the smith "Make sure nobody touches the wolf Vox alright?" Twig told his apprentice.

With that he stepped inside where apparently the news had just been delivered, Twig eyed the goblin smith. The old smith appeared to look strong even at his stage in life and had the telltale marks on his body of an experienced smith. As a druid he didn't care all that much about metalwork but he did appreciate the intricacy that goes into well crafted metalwork as an art.

[Assistant]
There was an unspoken agreement among those goblins from the scouting party that they wouldn't dare touch the wolf, as it would likely be the last thing they do. The vast majority of the goblins still took caution with every step in the presence of the predator, even if Vox had displayed that the wolf controlled by the green-eyed one was rather...amicable to them for lack of better term.

Regardless, they entered the forge to give the old goblin smith their iron weapons and armor for repairs or sharpening as requested by him earlier. Likely to see if the brutal fight with the owlbear had done enough damage to compromise the durability of the metal. Griz's dagger needed some sharpening, Rom's club wasn't worse for wear but some of the iron studs were getting loose, but Gurs' breastplate was the most damaged as it took a direct hit from the owlbear's claws. The rest of the items were relatively fine, they were long due some maintenance and they didn't want to get on the bad side of their only smith for not listening to him.


[System]
Title: The Dark Enigma, The Genius Fool, The Pinpricker

Age: 23

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 170 pounds

Eyes: Very dark brown

Hair: Black and short

Gender: Male

Lineage: Human

Class: Man-at-arms

Side: Silver Shields

Skill: He excels the most with his pole-arm, followed by his hammer, and lastly a sword or dagger, while other weapon types are more foreign to him to use but still knows how to counter them effectively with his own weapons and shield. His physical abilities are mostly balanced with a slight focus on speed. However, if he had to choose anything it would be technique in his fighting that is the best rather than overpowering someone with brute force. He doesn't have many skills outside of combat and would even appear to be quite lost in every day situations besides farming.

Weapon(s): His primary weapon is a pole-arm, more specifically a steel halberd that's 6 feet long. In certain circumstances he may switch to a single handed hammer similar to an English war hammer that is 2 feet long and weighs 1.75 pounds. If not in use then it's attached to his belt at his right side.

He has a tower shield comparable to a Roman scutum, which is a 22 pound large rectangle curved shield made from three sheets of wood glued together and covered with canvas and leather, with a spindle shaped boss along the vertical length of the shield.

Arm Right: Halberd (See above)

Arm Left: Tower shield (See above)

Armor: His primary means of defense is his chainmail whole the rest is leather or padding such as his gambeson.

Helm: Hard Leather helmet without steel. Soft padding underneath.
Shoulders: Chainmail from his chest piece.
Bracers: Leather arm bracers over the sleeves of his gambeson that also has leather gloves.
Chest Piece: chainmail over a gambeson.
Leggings: The chest piece protects his upper thighs and groin. He wears tan breeches.
Greaves: Brown knee high leather boots with good traction.
Emblems: Engraved onto his right bracer.

Background: Born on a farm, he loved to play with sticks with the other children as if fighting with lances and also honing his body to the limit with backbreaking work, although this part wasn't entirely his choice even if he put it to good use. He was clearly meant for greater things than a simple farmer like his parents as his skills with sticks improved, joisting the other kids until they began to cry and not play with him much any more. He didn't understand why they were upset because the whole point of their play fighting was to win, so they should have fought better.

His farming village was raided by bandits one day and he sharpened a thick branch to join in a fight against them. Laughing at him, they didn't take the teenager seriously, only to discover that wood wasn't able to get cut cleanly in two with a single swing as easily as they were imagining. A bronze sword got stuck into the side of the branch after a poor swing and Karvos thrusted forward, goring him in the abdomen with the tip of the branch. The others were startled by the loss of their friend and charged forward but he knocked the right one down with a heavy swing. The other badly wounded him with a stab to the chest, a scar that still persists to this day, but it wasn't fatal and Karvos brought the branch his direction and pierced his eye. By this time reinforcements arrived and drove off or killed the surviving bandits.

Impressed by his handiwork, after he recovered he was hired to be a guard, getting better equipment to fend off even more dangerous and numerous bandits in the future. Eventually he was even hired to protect the prince in the latest conflict, his most dangerous assignment yet, but he was ready and willing to drive off his enemies once again.

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There was a rush of noise, the displacement of air, a shuffling of feet. Phia knew that Gernev would be outnumbered, and despite his skill, would be in need of support. She had confidence that Kirian could handle himself in a duel. She glanced upon her finely made Elven bow, arrow in her hand, gently resting in it's passive state. She could feel it's humble lethality emanating from it, vibrating like it had a mind of it's own. In Phia's mind, the arrows were unique. With their own stories. Each arrow was made by herself, years ago, soaked in enchanted waters and whittled down to perfection. Simple, plain, perfection. A wooden shaft, a piercing tip, and a feathered end. Penetrating armor and bleeding her enemies.

She was leaned against the inner wall of the cart, bracing herself against it, crouching down. She sucked in a quiet breath from underneath her bandana, steadying her hands and face. She pushed off against the wall and turned 180 degrees and side-stepped to look out the window. She pulled her string back and consumed the information that was on the other side of the window. Gernev was locked up with a powerful looking knight. The enemy knight struck her as familiar, perhaps she had read of him, but her mind was already onto the next important thing. Very close nearby, a pole-arm collided with the cart. Her eyes flashed to the source. A man-at-arms, just a short distance away, a prime target. Acting on instinct, she let loose an arrow at the prime target.

It whistled through the air. She did a short whistle along with it.

It would be coming in from his left, almost directly to his left, but an observant man might be able to see it in his peripherals. It should past just above his arm and into his middle-left torso. A painful distraction at the least.

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Nice. His foe had more skill than originally thought to cause him to miss in such a way, but Karvos was still certain that the orc's efforts would be in vain. His primary weapon stuck well and good in the carriage would just put a delay on the inevitable. In the process of plotting his next move against him he caught sight of a swift movement from inside the carriage. It was...an enemy archer. Luckily for Karvos it took less time to simply move his tower shield every so slightly into place than it would to aim effectively at him, causing the arrow to be too late to take advantage of any opening that had previously presented itself during him attacking the orc.

The arrow thumped powerfully into an area near the left of the shield but not powerfully enough to make it completely through, sticking out where it had hit. His normal armor wouldn't be able to stand up to that impressive bow and arrow, so he certainly had to make sure to keep her in mind while he helped fight the orc. Dropping the shield to use both hands to try to un-lodge his halberd would be out of the question for the time being.

Instead he let go of the halberd, moving his hand down to equip himself of his two foot long war hammer as he shuffled forward, keeping his shield raised in the direction of both the archer and the orc, lining them up more together thanks to a slight change in his positioning. He would not be able to get to the confrontation in time to deal with the current exchange of blows between the orc and the knight, but he'd get there for the next should he press his advance.

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A war becomes a duel, a feast for crows becomes a single murder. It was all of this, a glorious clash of steel, blood, sweat, bile, willpower that fed Kirian the Witch Knight.

As he pressed forward, he found his probing strike deflected with all needed deftness. This was unsurprising, given that she'd survived this long in the seige with only one eye. That could very well have been a fatal flaw, and Kirian was well prepared to make good on that. The edge of his blade was deflected outside her guard to Kirian's right side, followed by an arcing slash up towards his face. She may have thought his attack repelled, but his gambit was successful.

Instead of fully retreating, he followed the impact of her parry, ducking down and twisting his right side towards her. To her peril, she'd stepped her right foot well within blade's reach, under an eyesocket without depth perception or peripheral vision. Kirian pivoted low, keeping his grip close to his chest, and used the counter-momentum to rap the inside of her right knee with the last four inches of the flat of his blade. With the torsion of his core behind the strike, it would land as the lady knight's counterattack would have grazed Kirian's face, and just as painfully as a kick. In that window of pain, he'd press his advantage.

Before she had time to pull her sword down, Kirian pushed forward and up with his trailing left leg, angling his sword upward into a modified ox stance. The primary difference would be that instead of pointing his blade forward to level with the centerline, he'd pivot it backward between her arms, as a metal lever behind the heels of her palms. At the same time, he was ramming his shoulder into her diaphragm, just underneath her miniature breastplate. As he'd follow through, he'd complete his turn and push back and outward with his sword. A complicated maneuver, he intended to press his blade roughly against the inside of his opponent's wrists, and bear her heavily back to slam against the side of the carriage.

This assault should wind her further, and part her with her sword through pure physical leverage, if she could surpress the instinct to drop it outright. Even if she did have the presence of mind to pull her guard up to avoid the "grapple", it would bring her center of gravity too far back to resist getting slammed against the carriage. At this range, a hunk of metal like her knife had all the wrong balance. Yes it could be more devastating than a normal sword at the sweetspot of its range, but it would likely be difficult to maneuver without the momentum of the body behind it. At that point, Kirian was close and heavy enough to pin her struggling, and end it with his dagger. A murder settles a battle, a duel settles a war. The lady knight's options had been swiftly severed, and soon her neck would be as well.

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Lars, having hamstrung the orc before him, stepped back with a satisfied grunt. With the orc struggling and the blood pooling beneath him, Lars swung his shield in a vicious swipe to the head of the orc, followed by a boot to the chest.

A grim smile crossed his face momentarily as he heard the arrow thunk the heavy shield of his companion. Whipping around, leaving his back exposed to the other avenue of access, the avenue that the Lady held. Should the Lady be overcome Lars would be exposed to attack, however, he had fleeting faith in the lady's ability to fight. Regardless, Lars raised his shield as he glimpsed some movement inside the carriage.

It was difficult to see who was exactly inside the carriage, however, the fact that they were using a bow in confined quarters might prove to be their downfall. Whatever happened next Lars would begin a systematic exploration of the carriage with his sword.

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And with that, any advantage Phia had vanished along with Gernev's head. Both of her enemies had direct line of sight with her, and their shields were only slightly raised, making it an easy advance into the carriage. She played out a scenario in her mind where her arrows thunked uselessly against the two's protective shields until they stormed the carriage and the man-at-arms bashed her head in and the knight ran her through. A gruesome death her mother would be very disappointed in. She could run out the backside of the carriage, but that would essentially be abandoning Kirian, the battle, and she'd probably end up being killed anyway.

So while her two enemies held their shields like immovable statues that, for now, not be feeling one of her arrows in their eye, she formulated a plan. She had only a short amount of time before her enemies took advantage of the fact that she wasn't firing arrows, so she must hurry. She slung her bow over her shoulder and turned to face the window. She put her back opposite to the window and leaned out backwards, grabbing the small out-cropping that lined the top of the window. She jumped her legs up until they rested on the bottom of the window that Gernev had previously jumped out of, then she extended her hands upward and she latched onto the roof of the carriage. Then it was just a matter of pulling herself up, which she did with relative ease. She rolled onto the roof of the carriage, her tightly crafted quiver keeping the arrows in place. So, she stood up ontop of the carriage and looked down on her enemies. Okay. So, that solved the problem temporarily. It would be another hassle entirely for her opponents to find a way to knock her off the carriage, but they could easily do it if her last ally was defeated.

Now it was just a matter of helping out lonely Kirian. She unslung her bow and notched another arrow, ready to fire at either the Lady knight, or whichever one of her enemies dared to lower their shields. She thought with a minor satisfaction how it word hurt their arms that much more to lift their shields that much higher.

[Assistant]
With him having to keep his shield up nonstop to defend himself from arrows, this battle lasting longer would only benefit the opposition. He did do strength training, of course, but nobody could keep a shield of that size raised for extended periods without feeling the burn. Karvos eyed the location where his female ally was currently locked in a one-on-one struggle with her twisted foe. With the orc being handled quite effectively without his help, perhaps it would be best to change targets and defeat the last of the melee attackers as soon as possible so that the enemy archer would stand alone and stranded on top of the carriage. Climbing up to greet her now, or other methods of reaching her, would be most unwise to attempt while the ground around them wasn't secure unless they had faith in the woman to hold him off. Frankly, he didn't have much faith in anyone besides himself.

With his mind quickly made up, he shuffled sturdily to the side so that he was coming upon the one eyed lady's last known position just as the latest exchange of blows was being made. He took a larger step now to try and reach them in time to save her, as she seemed to be on the loosing end of things. As he stepped forward he swung the hammer towards the back of his skull, hoping to crack it while he was still busy grappling with her.


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Allegiance:
Welsh
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Appearance:

Traherne stands at a towering 6 foot 7 and is as burly as a bear. His head is adorned with fiery red locks paired with icy blue eyes. While he is not adorned with metal armor he is still just as intimidating in his cloth.
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Age:
26
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Gender:
Sir Knight
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Noble virtue:
Protect the old ways
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Knight Archetype:
Druid
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Equipment: All the special and even some non-special junk you got!
 (Saxons, feel free to don your free Steel Scale or Splint mail, with your heavy lance and warhorse, or perhaps your heavy round-shield and long spear.. just as a few examples)
 (Welsh, Pick up your bows staves axes and targe, and lead these tin-can into the charge, or blow away those early waves of foes with ease! Remember, You're packing light!)
Cloth armor
Spear
Long Briton Seax
A bag of herbs
Strange iron symbol pendant
A palomino welsh pony (Sunstone) paired with saddle bags to hold some of the smaller things
Normal clothes
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Magic:
Bark Skin: Hardens the skin to be like that of a mighty oak! Hits harder defends harder.
Cleansing Waters: Cleans a wound of impurities and helps decrease healing time.
Aids of Nature: Plants "come to life" and aid in battle (aka normal willow becomes whomping willow...and can uproot itself and follow the enemy with that whomping)
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Background/Upbringing:
Traherne was born to a family known for their link to nature. The noble house is honorable and trustworthy with Traherne being no exception. As a boy it was thought that he were mute for how silent he was, but rather he seemed to be observing everything around him. This lead to the idea that he was wise beyond his years. That is until he decided to be more of a druid then a knight.
While his family was close to nature not many decided to go the route of the druid, rather they put forth their skills in soley knighthood. FInding it an honorable thing to do. Being a druid meant being weaker, more prone to death and less likely to be able to live a long enough life for those that were served. Safe to say...his parents were disapproving and the young Traherne was shipped off to live with his uncle who had also gone the route of nature.
As Traherne became older he found that while he was more than pleased with the lack of human deaths on his hands, he wanted to serve more of a purpose. He returned to his parents...mainly his father and spoke to him about utilizing both the druidic nature and being a knight. His father being, rather skeptical, put his son through a test. A tournament, which being that Traherne wore cloth armor was thought that it would be difficult. Instead of dying or being as wounded as his father thought Traherne came out of the tournament with only one facial scar and the proud knowledge that he had proved himself.
From that point on, Traherne developed the reputation of being fascinating to watch on the field and that he was one who would do the best for situations.
To add to it Traherne is the apprentance of Merlin. He is being trained to replace that wizard but being a druid means he's not quite ready. It is hoped that with time, curiosity will replace faith and he will become a wizard fit to fill the place of Merlin.
Loyalty:

Name: Apollo Solais
Title: Apollo Solais, The Blood Knight, Wielder of Red Marble
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Age:
19
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Gender:
Sir Knight

Appearance:
Apollo is quite formidable at 6 feet tall with the build of someone who uses their fists to end arguments. His eyes are a forest green which are paired with dark brown almost black hair.
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Noble virtue:
Fidelity: To hold true to those that are close and those that he is serving.
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Knight Archetype:
Brawler: he likes to punch everything, but that doesn't mean he can't use a sword.
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Equipment:
A roan courser horse (crimson) with saddle bags
Spiked gauntlets
Blood red armor
An ornate military cleaver aka Red Marble
Normal clothes

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Lanowen Pendragon

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Lanowen paced the courtyard, overseeing her soldiers' practice. She did not directly take part, except to demonstrate; they could benefit more from her advice than she could from battling them herself. "Don't parry so hard, Ergas," she told him. "You'll only tire yourself out, and you'll be fine either way, whether you make them miss by an inch or a meter." Her advice was good and true, and many soldiers were proud to serve her.

This was hardly the full story, though. Lanowen was tired, they all were. The night raids took the opportunity to sleep from them, and the day was needed to prepare for the next. Even when the opportunity arose, it was difficult. It's impossible to rest easily after something like that, the screams and the clash of sword on sword and the feeling of utter hopelessness as lives are cut short all around you. Lanowen doubted there was a single man, woman, or child in the city who remembered what it was like to sleep without nightmares.

Another of her men had died last night, though "man" was perhaps the wrong word. He, Tretin, swore he was old enough, but Lanowen doubted he was even seventeen years old. They'd been so desperate for recruits, it didn't matter, not to them, anyway. It certainly seemed to matter now.

She knew she shouldn't do this. She was a Pendragon, the last heir of a once-great house. Upon her rided the sake of countless people. If she was supposed to be among the greatest of all mankind, how could anyone expect to succeed while she wallowed in her pessimism? It would not do. She looked to Gawain, the last true Round Table knight. She could never best him in combat, surely no one could. Perhaps he could not win the war alone, but he was an icon, an example, an ideal of courage, honour, and every other virtue you could ask of a person. If anything could win the war, it was this: the best qualities of mankind on display for those not gifted by blood or magical charm to follow, and share in their strengths. This, surely, was what Lanowen must do.

It was then that a commotion began to arise nearby. Two soldiers arguing over something. Lanowen left her soldiers to continue what they were doing, and hopefully defuse the argument before it got violent. It was then that she saw the dark-haired knight arriving, presumably with the same intent. These were not her soldiers, perhaps they were his. She stood to one side and watched, to see what he would do.

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The Lady Dare strode out into the courtyard, clad in a well-fitting black leather doublet baring her family's sigil in blue, her sword on her hip, and flanked by two of her household guard. The courtyard was a scene of training. Practice swords clashed against each other, men grunted and Nobles and Knights alike watched and called out advice or jeers. Venus scanned the crowd and spotted a few faces from her men. However she wasn't here for training, or even to inspect her guard. She had a matter to discuss between a few of the Nobles. The Lady gestured to her guards that they could be at ease and do as they pleased. She hadn't been here for all that long compared to some of the others, so she had yet to learn the Nobles by face. What she had learned was that there were two Nobles in Camelot at this moment aside from Venus herself; A Lady of whom Venus did not know much about, and a Du Lac who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. Perhaps he was a recently legitimised bastard. Either way she needed to find them.

Lady Dare gracefully crossed the practice grounds, hearing a small commotion and seeing a well-groomed woman observing. Silently, she took a place at the other woman's side and watched two soldiers squabble for a moment. Then, putting on her most respectful tone she began to inquire, "Excuse me my lady, you don't appear to be a common Knight. I'm Lady Venus Dare and I would much like to speak with you in private as soon as you are free." Venus rested her hand on the ornate handle of her sword and idly watched an inky-haired knight (noble perhaps?) attempt to break up the argument. Tensions were high it seemed. She could hardly blame them. The Black Banners had stepped up night raids and deprived much of the garrison of sleep. If one were to observe Venus however, she seemed hardly bothered by the dire state of affairs. She wore her typical easy smirk on her porcelain skin and her hair in a long braid adorned with cuffs of silver and bronze along its length. Some might call it disrespectful or in bad taste considering the situation, but Venus would disagree. There was never an excuse for looking badly.

'If the enemy has scared you into not taking care of yourself, they have already won' is what her Father would tell her. He was a veteran Knight and nothing shook him. He would tell her of battles where before dawn you could hear the enemies' horns and the drums of their march and yet he would still rise every morning like he always did and eat and shave. 'Never go to battle on an empty stomach, Venus' he would repeat morning after morning during breakfast before they began their training sessions. It was ingrained into her at this point. Some might call her vain but she didn't care. People would find a way to think poorly of anything you did no matter how pious or noble it might seem. No use worrying about what they thought.

Venus put her hand to her chin and leaned slightly closer to the other woman, "Who is that man?" she asked, gesturing to the man mediating the dispute.

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The Green Knight

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There had only been disappointment since the Green Knights arrival to Camelot. He was aware of the difficulties that the knights of Britannia had been facing, but he had still been expecting some proud knights with life in them still. Instead he was greeted with worn faces from knights that seemed to have lost their will to fight. There only seemed to be a handful of knights left that seemed willing to hold the leaderless country together with only one of the legendary knights left from the Round Table.

The large man had been watching from the edge of the training grounds with his mount by his side carrying all of his equipment. The knight watched as men sparred with each other while others just watched and only a few gave instruction. This Camelot was a sad excuse for a kingdom compared to the golden city that he had visited nearly a decade ago and that was how he was going to help fix the problem. The Green Knight threw his long cloak onto his mount before grabbing his shield and battle ax and striding out onto the training grounds. "You are to soft on these men Gawain. If they cannot hold their ground on this training field how can any of them all themselves knights and soldiers of Camelot."

Lord Hautdesert hit his steel shield with the shaft on his battle ax so that the sound resounded across the field. "Prove your worthiness as defenders of Camelot. Face me in combat and show me that you are worthy to call yourselves knights of Britannia." The knight made himself look imposing as he looked around with a large ax in one hand daring any to step forth.

[Assistant]
Traherne Derwen was quite the sight with his large frame wild red hair and mountainous form upon his light colored pony. He did not like the sight that had unfolded in front of him. The land looked dead...and if not dead miserable. His face did not show any of this displeasure but rather his face showed nothing of what he was thinking. He slowly paused next to a nearby tree and removed his glove to place his bare hand upon its withered bark. As his eyes shut it was clear that he seemed to be checking the health of the tree itself. Granted, it was entirely too difficult to tell the results.

Once Traherne was done checking the tree he moved to follow behind the green knight. Once the man stopped Traherne stopped and watched what was unfolding. "I am not sure that is the best way to raise morale" His words were not loud and accented by his welsh nature. He dis mounted Sunstone and stood beside his steed, his tall self adorned in padded cloth armor of blues and greens. Icy blue eyes were now focused on what was about to happen in front of him. If he had to, he would step in. After all, they had just arrived this course of action was not the best way to make an impression.

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Apollo Solais

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Apollo had been training nearby to sir Gawain. Though his training was one against one and rather strange. Where his opponent was armed with a blunted sword in his armor, Apollo seemed unarmed. Blood red armor shined in the minimum light and he seemed rather nonthreatening, until the spikes on the gauntlets were more visible. Those paired with Red Marble sheathed at his side made him a lot more threatening. His opponent continually swiped at him and he kept dodging until he heard the arrival of the newcomers then he stepped into punching range and there was a loud thud that resounded as spiked gauntlet met armored chest. The opponent stumbled back as the air left his lungs and wheezes out his finishing of the training with Apollo.

Apollo meanwhile was focused on making his way to the green individual and the one that trained him. As he walked he pulled off his helmet to allow one the newcomer to see what he looked like and two to get a better look at now two new individuals. As he got closer he heard what the green knight said and now looked entirely too eager. "Is that so? Well!" He put his helmet back upon his head and balled up his fists making the spikes that stood on them look rather sharp. "I will take you up on that" He sounded entirely too eager and the stance he took was entirely too cocky, but this was the blood knight. If he did not do something like this in response then he was probably ill at best.

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Dorian Ywen

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Dorian was rather unimpressed with the current state of the land. It was depressing at best and a rather wild haired welsh man just touched a tree for far too long in the distance from what he could see from his location near the gate. He quickly found himself located nearby the green knight after he had passed, but better able to view the rather interesting fighting style of the one clad in red after all he would much rather be watching that then someone touching a tree. He leaned forward in the saddle of his horse he had been riding before looking over to see the green knight issue a challenge to any of the knights there. Then the knight he had been watching seemed all too eager to accept.

Dorian shook his head and dismounted before making his way closer. Arms crossed and a brow raised as he mentally weighed the chances of who would win. After all, when something like this happens what else is one to do but mentally think about taking bets. He leaned forward to see the dented armor of the one who had gone up against the red armored knight and then straightened and looked at the rather large green knight. Both clearly had their brains elsewhere, but spike gauntlets against axe and shield...not the best odds there. He shook his head and glanced around to see the commotion on the other end and while that looked just as interesting, it was not a fight between a rather cocky individual and a towering mass of green. He glanced at the wild haired red head near him and quickly figured out that the welsh man was just as focused on the events unfolding in front of him as he was going to be now...no hope for conversation there, but no need.