[System]
This, but with black hair and red eyes

Themes:* All-Out Battle/Demon Lord
* Absolute rage
* Lucifer Mode
* Asmodeus Mode
Nickname:The Lord of Demons, King of Shadow, The Demon-mage of Slaughter, Rev

Age:Doesn't remember, but somewhere between 100-250 years old, looks to be around his late twenties to early thirties.

Gender: Male

Rank: Paragon

Guild:Wizards of Fiore, formerly the guild Master of Demon's Maw

Personality: In his past he was very violent cruel, and sadistic, but know he is rather laid-back, not easily angered to any degree greater than minor annoyance. That's not to say that he is completely without his former cruelty, it just takes a lot more to bring it out in any kind of way. He is also very protective of those he considers friends, as he has found the value in having them to be much greater than the hundreds of pawns he used to have. He bears the Demon's Maw Guild seal on his chest, though he keeps it well hidden, and never takes his shirt off until he's sure he's alone. His New Harpy's Wing seal is located on over his left eye. The reason, so he only has to blink for people to know what guild he's apart of, and even that is too much work at times.

Bio: Revan was not born, but created by a cult of Demon worshippers, hoping to create a demon of their own by sacrificing a human infant to foul demonic energy, but instead the Demonic was absorbed by the child, changing him and turning him into something more than a more than a regular man, but less than a demon. A hybrid creature whose humanity was consumed by his demonic soul. As the child grew so did his lust for power, he killed those that stood in his way, ravaged country sides, and was unstoppable by all who sought to oppose him. He gather followers and soon coined a name for themselves, Demon's Maw, for they shall swallow the World whole and send it plunging in to Chaos and Destruction.

One day, however, the Dark Lord of Demon's Maw was struck down in battle with the Ten Wizard Saints and as his body fell, he was immediately removed of his demon heart and soul, leaving behind only an empty corpse. Or so they thought. As he was soon revived, and was able to escape from the Wizard saints, though he was left thoroughly weakened by the ordeal, as was his Guild, as they had no master to lead them and had degraded into infighting. Whether they survived or not, the lord didn't know and didn't care. As he stet out to regain his former glory by getting back his demon heart and soul. That was around thirty to fifty years ago, and in this period of time, the dark lord found that he couldn't draw up the same amount of bloodlust and rage that he used to, heck even a human could feel more than he could. He began to stop actively searching for his missing power, questioning why he even wanted it. While it had been great and euphoric, all he had ever been able to think about was death and slaughter.

Without it he felt so much more free, like he finally had a choice in what he wanted to do. He gave himself the name Revan, and abandoned that part of his life forever more. He still searches for his other parts, but more out of trying to put a purpose to his wandering than actually trying to find them again.

Magic:

Infernal Arms Magic, a magic that summons Demonic weapons and armor, each one holding the spirit of an Infernal Spirit. Power of the arm depends on the amount of demonic magic the user possesses, thus only Revan can use it effectively due to him being a half-demon. However, due to having his demonic heart and soul stolen from him, he has less than a quarter of his original amount, making it so he can only summon the first two arms. This is because the other arms, or to be more specific the Infernal spirits inside of them don't see him as a worthy user anymore.

The Infernal Spirits are fallen Celestial Spirits, cast out from the Celestial realm for committing great crimes against it. The strongest among them are the 7 Deadly Sins, which are their equivalent to the 12 Celestial Zodiac Spirits. Instead of keys, Infernal Spirits are brought to this plane by Infernal Rings. Revan holds all of the Deadly sins, but can only use two, Sloth and Envy. He also bears another two spirits, Fear and Despair.

Ring of Sloth: This Greater Infernal Arm creates the Ultimate neutral zone, by taking away the will to fight, kill, or do anything other than lay around and chit-chat from any =one with in it's range of activation. Revan is not immune to these effects, but since he is already like that pretty much all the time, it doesn't affect him much. Also, an attack performed outside the radius towards him will fizzle out once it enters it, He can hold the zone for about 30 minutes to an hour, depending on how much energy he wants to expend into it, and is best used to talk down enraged opponents, or provide an easy escape from a trouble situation, as the area this effects is stationary, and only the one holding the ring and those in contact with him will be able to muster up the will to leave it's boundaries. Can only be used three times a day.

Spirit of Envy: This Greater Infernal Arms covers Revan's hands in a sickly green energy, which he can launch at foes and control at will. The energy isn't dangerous in and of itself, but what it does is especially frightening. It is an Ultimate equalizer, as when the energy comes in contact with a rival mage, the spirt of Envy puts them on an equal playing ground by locking them into the same magic type, which is of Revan's choosing but cannot be one of Revan's, and the same level of power with said magic. This leaves it so that a fight that had no chance of being one, can become a tough fight with each participant locked into a ferocious battle where the only deciding factor is skill. This magic is deactivated once either someone is defeated, or Revan pays a blood sacrifice to end the battle prematurely. This arm can only be used once a day, and after it is used, Revan is severely weakened in his ability to use magic.

Blade of Vengeance: A lesser Infernal Arm, this one allows the user to absorb a magical attack with the blade, and either send it back at the opponent, or infuse it into the weapon. When used against slayers, the element absorbed still counts as their magic and thus is inedible to them

 The Susanou one in the middle
Gauntlets of Savagery: Since it is a Lesser Infernal Arm, in can be used with other Infernal Arms, if they are of a Lesser Quality. These gauntlets allows one to reflect

Shadow Hydra Magic: This is a type of Magic that requires not any chants or sigils, but the tunes of a flute or a whistle. Being Revan's main offensive Magic, as his Arms are rather costly, they work similarly to maker magic, except the shadows are actually living creatures known as Shadow Hydra, which are Serpentine in appearance and bear no true physical form unless they are given a source and structure by magic. Their are Ranks to these Creatures, with the lowest and weakest being of Rank E and the highest being the King at Rank S. The Shadow hydras can form any shape their summoner wishes them to be, be it weapons, armor, even creatures to fight by his side. A special attribute of B-rank and above hydras is that they can replicate a certain number of times when they are split apart by an attack before they vanish back into shadows. B Ranks can do this 3 times, and A- ranks five, the king can do this infinitely, but due to the amount of magic it takes to sustain the replication, he caps at 20. S-rank can only be summoned for a few minutes, so he is only used for big attacks with a large charge up, and fast activation.

S-rank King Hydra:

Spells:
Song of the Bulwark: Casts him in a suit of armor
Song of Armaments
Song of Gommorah
Song of Beasts
Song of Doom
Song of Desolation

Satan Soul: This particular form of Magic allows the user to Take Over the powers and forms of different Demons. These forms give the user a variety of different abilities such as flight, enhanced speed, strength, reflexes etc. This magic effects Revan differently than other due to his demon blood. making the respective magic stronger, but also increasing the risk of Revan losing control of his demon side. The forms he has in addition to the basic form are his Asomodeus and Lucifer forms.

 Asomodeus form is all about over powering offense from any distance, dramatically increasing Revan's attack power by a great amount, as well as his speed and reflexes, to better avoid attacks, as his defenses in this form aren't that great. This form also enables the user to gain control of darkness, which is a very offensive element, able to inflict both physical and mental damage.

 Moaning Lamentation:A chargeable magic that gains more shots as it charges,it fires of these beams of darkness at the enemy, each one followed by a mournful keening. These rise in volume to ear bursting shrieks that pierce the soul, disorienting the target and allowing for an easier target.

 Dark Awakening: A Hydra magic only available in this form, he summons the King Hydra from a single point, causing an explosion of energy to rip through the ground before it turns around and begins to devour whoever is unlucky enough to cross it's path

 Rising Sodom: A high-level technique that is his second strongest attack, he calls up all of the Darkness of the earth to rises up and break through. Basically, a blasts of darkness rising from the ground, except it's fucking huge, swallowing cities the size of Crocus at it's widest, and even when condensed to increase the damage output, it's still massive enough that it destroys entire blocks at it's smallest.

Lucifer is also very offensive, but more well rounded, boosting his Attack power, Defenses, and Speed by an impressive amount. This form also gives Revan control over the very Earth itself, allowing them to act defensively or offensively with maximum effectiveness. Also, he is a master of dominating demons to his will, opting to either crush their minds and souls or making them his slaves and puppets.

 Break The Heavens:

 Hell Unleashed: A move that causes a Mega-quake, rising up giant earthen spires agaisnt the target, completely decimating the area around him.

 Bestial Reckoning: Same thing as Dark Awakening, but it covers the King in a layer of earthen armor, protecting it from attacks.

When Revan uses Satan Soul magic, you know he's gotten serious and that you are either screwed or in for one hell of a fight. An unavoidable side effect of this magic is that for a short time after using it, Revan will under go radical mood changes. Using Asomodeus will make him a womanizing playboy, while using Lucifer will turn him into an arrogant snob, and just using the basic form will make him more aggresive in what ever he does.

Extra: Due to being half demon, He is noticeably faster,stronger, and more durable than most people, and can even grow wings, though it is an incredibly painful, if quick, process. His senses are also much more acute, can see in the dark, and restores his magic faster when he is in darkness and shadow.

[User]
Ira Amaterasu

As Ira prepared to launch an all out assault he heard a voice over the winds he'd created . It pleaded with him to stop, and made him think of the consequences to come. Ira began to raise from his position. He would halt his magic as his mind had began to calm over the girl's words. The vortex cleared the sky. " I'll stop under two conditions.He apologizes for sneaking me and I take you out since I never had a chance to obtain your name earlier.", the same playful smile plagued Ira's face as he awaited the young female's answer.

[Assistant] "Fine, as long as you don't harm him." Taka grit her teeth as she stood in front of Revan starting directly at the man. "If you want a name it's Taka, also known as the Living Flame this guild." Taka said to them as she smirked.

[User]
"Hmph, Sorry girlie, those conditions aren't acceptable." Revan said, his features unknown beneath the helm of his Bulwark armor. Whistling a little tune to himself, he proceeded to walked towards his foe at a sedate pace. He didn't respond to his taunts, for such things weren't his style and only gave your enemy time to act. Actions were the only thing Revan knew and respected in battle, everything else was simply useless bluster.

As he approached, he suddenly stopped, but the whistling didn't, the tune getting higher and higher for a reason unknown until, suddenly, it stopped too. Then the ground beneath Ira exploded, and from it came the two bulwark constructs that Revan had summoned to fetch him the barrels. Revan's whistling was a command heard by them to transform into hydras again, burrow underneath his foe, then atrack when the melody stopped. They'd each struck with a hard fist, one to the gut, the other wen5 straight for the crotch shot(Revan was not merciful, not in the slightest). After the attack, theh'd shift into hydras and slither over to Revan before reforming again, standing in front of him with an equally dispassionate stance.

"Now than, run aling young one. Stick around, and you'll end up getting hurt . . . unless the other little girl wishes to throw in the towel." His tone towards Ira was malciously mocking, a warning sign that he was rather pissed off with the mage. If Ira was smart, now would be the time to back off.

Aiden Cross

Takawould suddenly recieve a smack on her head, a chill on her shoulder, amd suddenly get dragged back towards the guild hall by a frantic Aiden.

"Are you fucking insane Taka, stay the hell out of that fight! I don't care how much you might be crushing for mr. gloom and doom, but he's already a lost cause andif you try to get involved, shit will end badly. Leave this to the S-class wizards, they know how to handle that monster better than we do."

Aiden respected tge amount of courage the girl had, he really did, but she hadn't been in the war. She didn't see the shit he had seen, didn't see what kind of devastation that man had wrought by himself. He wasn't called the 'Lord of Slaughter' for shits and giggles. I feel sorry for that fucker, he could'v3 picked anyone else, and this'd be over. Revan, he just doesn't stop until he knows that whoever he's fighting is dead, beaten, or broken.


[System]
AGE: 27
GENDER: Male
ZONE: 1

PERSONALITY: Hard-working, a bit abrasive, but happy to have fun when the work is done and put away with. Julian isn't someone who finds it hard to juggle work and pleasure, a rather average joe in that regard, but his gruff nature is somewhat of a constant. There isn't really a warming up to him as he strives to, and is relatively successful, at treating most people he meets equally. While he's more than willing to take a few jabs or laughs at his expense, Julian can throw back and is more than willing to any shit he gets from others. He' straight to the point and doesn't like to mince words when possible, but isn't so stubborn as to not understand that sometimes you just have to stow it and be polite.

HISTORY: Would you like to hear Julian's story? If you knew what it was, you'd probably say hell no and he wouldn't blame you. After all, it's not all that interesting and you'd probably find hundreds just like him in any place that could be called a city. He grew up as an only child in a family where both parents worked, though they managed to stay close knit rather than let work pull them apart. Plenty of time was still spent outdoors when he was young though, and Julian grew up as an active child who liked the sports better than the books.

The sports took a back seat to the books when he grew old enough though. He went on to higher education after high school and managed to graduate amidst parties and what not. Yet the economy had basically gone to crap by the time he was out and the degree he had might as well have been paper to the companies he applied for. Not content to simply sit at home and wait for things to get better though, Julian turned his attention towards the less desired jobs available.

Dirty, long hours, and dangerous, but someone had to do it and he certainly wasn't squeamish. So he bid his family and friends farewell for several months and went west to the oil sands. He took to the work easily enough and did so diligently. It wasn't easy at first, but in a few weeks he'd adapted to the strenuous work and long schedules. While it wasn't what he had gone to university for, it turned out to suit him just fine and Julian didn't even bother looking for another job for a few years.

Eventually, when the pay wasn't enough to keep him invested in the work he resigned, turned in his uniform, and headed back home to simply relax. There was enough money in the bank for him to remain unemployed for a rather lengthy amount of time given how frugal he was. Yet, relaxation didn't come easy, especially with the troubling news from the States. It certainly didn't become any easier when his nights turned from peaceful sleep into living another life.
APPEARANCE
* PHYSICAL: Julian's rather heavy-set for his height with broad shoulders, thick limbs, and all that. His modest height of 5'6 only lends to the build, but he isn't too much of a stickler about it; it is what it is after all. His hair is light orange while his eyes are a reddish brown in coloration.
* IN-ZONE: While using the Nexus, Julian retains a mostly human appearance for the most part. He seems a bit few inches taller, about 5'9 or so, than usual and a bit thinner as a result. His eyes are obscured by a constant azure glow that leave faint trails with their passing. Arcs of electricity can be seen arcing over what little exposed skin he has left and occasionally illuminate his shadowed face when the robe's hood is on.

In terms of outfit, he'd look rather in place in some fantasy RPG. He's got the whole mage robes thing going on, with white markings on the dark blue fabric. A rather massive amber amulet hangs around his neck and seems to glow whenever his powers are used. His arms are wrapped in blackened bandages all the way up to his elbows.

When the Zone is accessed through natural sleep though, his appearance undergoes a much more drastic change. Though still humanoid in shape, it's as if lightning was forced within the confines of a metal shell. The centerpiece held with chains has the same design as the amulet around his neck in his other form. Though he appears to be made of energy at this point, he can still be hurt as usual.

POWERS
* NEXUS: Friendly fire beware. Even toned down, Julian's powers are still incredibly hard to control and more than capable of killing his teammates just as effectively as his enemies. He generally sticks to hurling bolts of lightning that easily stop hearts and blacken bodies. For more numerous foes he's capable of bathing the area in lightning from his fingertips and letting the electricity jump from one foe to another. Against enemies capable of withstanding the high current and voltage, Julian can maintain a constant stream that imparts enough heat to turn asphalt and concrete molten. Transfer through contact is also possible and allows him full output without risk to allies, but he's less than willing to go that route for obvious reasons.
* REM: Clear the area and get out of the blast zone. While in REM sleep, Julian's powers effectively turn him into a living artillery piece with all the fine control until his attacks actually impact. If you're left standing in the blast radius afterwards? Well, unless you're intangible or have some really good defensive measures, it'll probably suck to be you.

The bolts of lightning he throw pack enough energy to tear smoking craters into the city, there'd be very little left of a person if they were hit head on. His chain lightning looks more like Thor or Zeus having a rave party at this point: blinding, unceasing arcs of electricity that saturate an entire block around him. Basically his previous powers are cranked up to the eleventh.

In addition, he also gains the ability to generate a thunderstorm albeit to maintain it requires him to remain stationary and focused. By emitting a constant stream into the sky above, he can then redirect the electricity back to targets on the ground. This grants him a massive area of coverage and the ability to literally smite his enemies from the heavens. Granted, the strikes aren't as powerful as his normal attacks, but the sheer quantity and area of coverage are useful in their own right. He's able to locate targets by feeling the lightning's path to the grounds and sorting through them.

His greater degree of control also allows for Julian to effectively create a plasma lance that boasts unparalleled destructive capacity. By containing an immense amount of electricity into a small area, he's able to generate plasma that can then be launched. The focus required is about on par to his Lightning Fall, meaning he's limited to calm movements at most.

OTHER:He's got rather deft hands, nimble fingers, as well as a rather sharp sense of sound despite working the drills for a few years. Useful for fiddling with and catching clicks.
Likes to drink, but isn't dependant on alcohol. Holds it fairly well and can stomach quite a bit, but doesn't handle its effects the following morning all too well.

[User]
Waking up in the morning was something Miriam had always seen as lackluster and overall a let down compared to the life she was able to lead at night. She went from smoke throwing superhuman woman to someone who was literally on their deathbed. It was... it was an experience to live lives so hot and cold, so far from one another.

Well, at least now something interesting happened, because when her eyes thankfully opened, she was in a place that was completely different than the hospital she had been in before. It was still a hospital, but it was... well, it wasn't the hospital she'd been in the day before. She had entered the late stages of her aliment and had been moved to different hospitals in her sleep several times. She probably didn't have much time left now. Was this hospice? She found herself wondering why she even cared at this point. The TV flickered on, to show some nerd in glasses that began explaining the situation to her over some automated message, then promptly told her where to go. Her eyes narrowed and she promptly gave the TV screen the middle finger as it turned off. She lifted herself up on her elbows, but broke out into a coughing fit, and one of the service bots that were mentioned quickly stepped into the room to her aid. "How may I be of assistance?" it questioned. Miriam said nothing, instead she pointed to the garbage can, which the robot grabbed and brought over to her. She pulled it from the robot's grasp and promptly threw up into it. There was no real volume to it, as she had been on an IV for months now and hadn't eaten anything in a long time, but this happened every now and again.

"Command, bring water and the clothes supplied from the bathroom." she said. The robot promptly turned and walked off to do as it was told. She had been around these service bots for a long time now, and knew how to talk to them and what they could do, at least she did if these bots were anything like those in the hospital's. The robot returned with a glass of water, which she downed rather quickly in an attempt to wash out the taste of stomach acid from her mouth. When she finished, she took the scrubs. "Command, bring me a wheel chair." she said. The robot left the room, and she used this opportunity to get dressed while the robot was gone, pulling her red scrubs on while laying down, as she lacked the strength to stand. When the robot returned, she went through the daily protocol of sliding off the bed and into the chair. The robot detached her IV and other medical equipment that she was hooked up to to take with them. "Command," she began, waiting until the service bot finished moving her stuff. "Take me to the cafeteria."

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When she was wheeled into the cafeteria, she noticed a few people that were talking and overall doing nothing notable. Everyone was in their own little world. Everyone seemed to be waiting for something or another. "Well gee guys thanks, I had no idea I had an audience waiting for me." Miriam said to no one in particular, but out loud as the service bot wheeled her into the room and to the tables. Henry, who was in his seat away from everyone else, looked up as someone actually made an attempt to be social. He slid off the chair and into his weight, shuffling over to the tables that the others were at.

"Hey-yy everyone." He said, stuttering some. These people were all much older than him. Most seemed to be in their twenties. Shit. "My name's Henry. I, uh, I've been here for a few weeks now so I know my way around if any of you get lost in this uh, maze." he said, snapping his hands and giving them the double gun fingers. It was very obvious he was not very good at this and he was a fairly awkward child. But he was brave. "You all are going to be meeting Eli soon and..." He began. "Well, lets just say that he's going to tell you something that's going to blow your minds and... well, I look forward to working with you."

Miriam crossed her arms and raised what would be her eyebrows (if she had any hair). This kid was and beta-alpha or just brave and stupid. One of the two. "Miriam's the name. You probably wont be around me long enough for you to wear it out." she said flatly. "Where the hell am I?" she said, following up on her last question. Henry simply shrugged and gave a small smile. He willed himself not to say anything about Miriam' current position. She was probably very aware of it and pointing it out would probably make it worse. "I'm pretty sure all of your questions will be answered better by Eli than by me." he finished. "So, just hold off. He should be here any moment. He's probably talking to his bosses."

[Assistant] Hmmmmm, maze? "Uhhhh, what kind of a maze you talking about here? Like an underground one?" Malcolm asked the kid, curious in case anyone else went to the same place he did, seeing how the uniforms seemed categorized but he didn't know in what ways. This... Eli... Henry had mentioned must have been important to. "And this Eli was it? What is he to us?" Malcolm also asked, he was going to try and get as much information as possible beforehand. However, he found himself as another younger member to be talking too. "Well..." He said to everyone, deciding to introduce himself like Henry had. "I'll follow by example, I'm Malcolm. I'm 17 and a raging alcoholic." He said sarcastically, trying to make a joke about rehab. Maybe not the best opener but it was worth a shot.

[User]
Lenora had been busy exploring the cafeteria when the obviously seriously ill girl was wheeled in. So far she hadn't found anything particularly useful or informative; she was hoping to find some quality flatware sooner rather than later. Likely it would just be forks, spoons, and butter knives, but a fork could be pretty dangerous in the right hands. Like, say, hers.

"We weren't waiting for you," Nora said bluntly, loud enough to be clearly heard, and went back to her snooping.

Bobby was paying more attention to the fat kid. He seemed more confident than anyone else, and had apparently been here for a while. He seemed pretty well adjusted. That was a positive sign.

"Hi Henry, Miriam, Malcolm," he said, smiling as non-threateningly as possible. There seemed to be an awful lot of unaccompanied minors here. "I'm Bobby. Do your parents know you're here? Or is night-time abduction the standard way people get here?" He extended his hand to Henry and Malcolm in turn, then crouched down to offer a handshake at eye level to Miriam. "Can you, uh, shake hands?" he questioned awkwardly, eyeing the various tubes and... medical things.

He straightened back up. "I think I know what's going on here. We're werewolves, right? I mean, were-things. Can you guys all turn into monsters in your dreams too?" He directed that question at the room at large.

Nora snorted and didn't bother to reply.

[Assistant]
He was inclined to scoff at the kid's implication that this Eli's "revelation" would blow their minds, but then again the teenager didn't even look old enough to drive. To be granted the chance to fight back whatever monsters wanted to rip their way into their world would have been mind-blowing he supposed had he not figured it out a few weeks after the dreams had begun. It seemed that at least a couple of the others were at least interested in what the other boy had to say, and he stood from his seat to make his way over to the slowly forming group. Suspicions and theories he had, some of which looked to be practically confirmed, but asking the people in question would likely be for the best.

"Not really, I throw lightning around," he said in response to the older blonde as he nodded to the others around. "We've been split into three distinct groups," Julian continued as he gestured towards the colored scrubs since there was at least one of each color in those around Henry. "That aside, if anyone's followed the situation, it's clear there's three distinct type of attackers. Likely, three different locations where each strain resides, since I've only ever seen the first type in my dreams. That correct so far Henry?" While confident in being correct, the other boy did seem to have the explanations from Eli already.


[System]
Age: 4
Gender: Female
Rank: Pup
Skin Description:

Fur Description:
In-Depth Description:
In human skin, Feyre appears to be older than your average child. Standing at 4'0 ft, still growing, her figure is small and petite. Fairly pale skin, accented by pools of mahogany tresses that cascade down her shoulders, waves forming is just the right places. However, do not let her beautiful innocence eyes fool you. Her pupils seem wolf-like if caught at a second glance.

Feyre she walks around with her cranium low and her legs bent as if she were scared. Gray shades of fluff lie from her paws leading up halfway, while mostly everywhere else her fur is a mix of dark brown and gray, as well as the slight coloration of light brown along her ears and head. Also along the rims of her ears a black trim appears, sticking out against the lighter brown. Her eyes are dull, although inside they're colored a bright gray.
Basic Personality: While the average pup is curious, daring, and playful; Feyre comes out the opposite. She is very quiet and shy near even those she is familiar with, and she is one to obey order without complaint. If you told her to jump off a cliff she'd most likely do it after you threatened her. Feyre tries to be playful occasionally with other pups, although she is quite slow and awkward, so she rather sit in a corner and observe. Most wolves learn to be dominate during certain situations, although this she-wolf would instead turn tail and run, or back down submissively, and in result most view her as useless because of her unconfident nature. Even with all this said, she has also learned to be sweet and gentle when she isn't quiet, she can make friends easily.

[User]
Adam

Adam noticed that many of the others made themselves useful, which was what he was attempting to do with the horses and the knots. It hadn't taken long to find out that he had been wrong in his assumption of what a tie line was, not that he was really surprised. Instead of just tying them to an object you'd create a line of rope to attach the horses to. The teen was a little embarrassed when that became clear, as well as a little frustrated. Some of the others had moved to give them a hand, and before long they were almost finished.

That was when Ambrosia called out to them, Adam looking over his shoulder towards the porch she stood on as she told them to do a sweep. Inwardly groaning at the thought of more walking, he just wanted to relax if only a little. Yeah, yeah. I'll make sure to keep the big bad bunny rabbits away. The inner monologue was simply a meager attempt at retaliation to amuse himself. With a sigh he tightened one final knot and cast a quick glance at both Niall and Juniper before moving to drop his pack off at the base of a nearby tree rather than lug it around. "What does she think we'll find out there other than a bear maybe." Shrugging the turned his head to look at the area around them. "I mean, let's face it. We're out in the middle of absolutely nowhere.

[Assistant]
Juniper

She had been keeping a faithful eye on the young pup, taking the small second to rest a bit until she was needed since more than one person had already been of use unpacking or checking out the cabins for use. It was better that someone keep an ear out and protect the youngest of the pack anyway. It wasn't until she heard Ambrosia's voice that her head snapped in that direction, her ears going back a bit at the tone in her alpha females voice. Something was off, Juniper didn't know what but she would bet her life that something unsavory was going on and it put her on alert. She stood quickly, giving a slight shake to rid the snow off her belly before moving over to the other two males that would be joining her. "It could possibly be a bear but it is better not to assume what we are looking for because we could be completely incorrect. Just keep on a look out for anything and everything unwanted and take note of the things we may need or want to check into later. That is all we can do for now. As you said, we are in the middle of nowhere and anything could be lurking and wanting to stay hidden. Let's get a move on, the sooner we leave than the sooner we can return." spoke to them through the mind link since it seemed silly to shift into human form to speak and then back into wolf form to sweep the current area. Juniper stood in position to jet into the forest, waiting for the other two to shift so they could begin their given tasks.

[User]
Myst barked happily when the white beta wolf approached her, she quickly abandonment her search and her wagged her tail with excitement. The little pup quickly rubbed her face against the soft plush of white, welcoming the warmth of the adult. With a small yawn, she stretched and crawled closer to the beta. She curled up in a small ball to ward off the cool breeze and tucked her nose under her hind legs, drifting off to sleep.

Without a warning, the small fur covered pup was replaced by a sleeping child. A peaceful look rested upon her pale face, her breathing was slow and shallow, small crystallize water frame on her lashes and hair. At first glance, the sleeping girl appeared to be another victim to the cold kiss of mother nature.

The sudden shift of the older wolf brought Myst out of her slumber. She looked up at the beta, who left her side to join the other two males, and then over to the alpha; Ambrosia. Something was wrong, she did not understand what or why but suspicion filled the female alpha. Myst shook her head to get rid of the snow off her hair. A faint sound of something whirring through the air drew her attention away from the two alphas. She could not help of the low whimper escape her throat as she slowly got back on her feet, her small hands rubbed her eyes. Both confusion and fear consume Little Myst, tears slid down her cheeks.

[Assistant]
Niall
Niall turned sharply as he looked toward the high ringing sound of his new Alpha's voice. She was a queen that was for sure and not one to be taken lightly. Niall had heard that her family was one of the most ruthless families in Eastern Europe. Rumors circulated about her everywhere that they had stopped. She'd done quite a bit of traveling since she had arrived in the United States, even stayed briefly with some of his own parents outer associate members. He was curious as to why they were going out on a scout so soon after they had arrived, he had figured that they would at least settle in a do a sweep in the afternoon. It was still relatively early in the day here.

He stepped away from the tie line where he horses were now firmly tied and standing quietly. As he did so his body quivered with the change, vibrating with the force that kept his body in one form or another and allowed him to change between them. He flashed into the towering lupine form the others were now familiar with, he shook out his inky black coat and stretched idly before padding over to Juniper and Adam. However when he noticed the tiny pup they'd acquired in her equally small human form crying the big hulking wolf headed for her. Licking her face and nosing her, letting her know everything would be alright so long as he didn't frighten her further.

He had a job to do though and could not stay and comfort the pup. 'I would be thinking more along the lines of another wolf judging from her face. Ambra would not be so alarmed by a bear.' Niall commented to the others. Someone like their alpha would not be so upset over a bear. Bears they could easily ward off or kill between two wolves depending on who it was. Bears, even large ones tended not to mess with Lycans, they sensed the danger. He trotted off into the wood line just ahead of where Juniper had been standing. This was the start of an adventure, they apparently weren't going very far anyways.

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Ambrosia

Nodding at her mate's comment Ambra did not wish to fully alarm anyone but now was a time when she truly wished that she herself could go and track down the scoundrel that had been living here. If he had killed the human that had been squatting here there would be hell to pay. "Perhaps a bear got the human and whoever this was just stumbled upon it. Moon I hope so." She murmured as she looked at James. This could be a horrifically bad deal. Humans, though not pack creatures, were social nonetheless and they tended to be too curious for their own good. Far too curious and full of endless dreams of wild adventure.

Ambra swept across the porch, her long ankle length coat was one she had kept from back home. It was warm even in the coldest of places and was made of tanned bear hides, sew together by hand when she had turned sixteen. The outside was dark with wear and oil that kept the coat waterproof but the inside was the soft thick fur of a bear's winter coat. The brown bears in her homeland were ferocious and would kill pups if they caught them out in the forest and could physically catch them. It was always sad when someone lost a pup. She heard a small whimper off to the side of her and looked over at the child. Niall had nuzzled her but she didn't seem to be consoled by the large male though he was trying to assure her.

She made quick work of the space between her and the child, her icy blue eyes filled with warmth for the child. The pup had trudged along well enough through their long journey and she couldn't imagine losing her own mother at such a young age. Juniper had taken a keep liking to the pup though and was mothering her well enough. With Juniper now gone though Ambrosia swept the child up, holding her with ease. The bands of muscles in her arms flexed and rolled beneath her skin and the coat she wore. The child's parka was not quite what would be needed this far north and Ambra would have to get her another one. She sat Myst on her hip and tucked some of the little girl's loose hair behind her ear, "Na gabh dragh leanabh, tha a h-uile math." Her high voice was soft and silky smooth as she spoke to the little girl. One could almost never assume that Ambra would always speak the same language when she spoke as she was fluent in nearly too many to count from the time she had spent traveling. Most Lycans learned languages rather quickly just by exposure for one reason or another, it was also a knack of Ambrosia's.

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Adam

Maybe it'd been naivety or ignorance that the thought of other packs or wolves being out here was a possibility, and once it hit his mouth snapped shut. This place suddenly became a little less safe, and after taking a moment to change into his wolf form his eyes had scanned the area now feeling not as sure as he had moments before. The wolf moved lumbered forwards and followed after the other two, his tired muscles now being ignored and tense as he moved. "So if we do run into another pack, what then?" They'd only been together for so long, none of the group had really found their place in the pack and the pack as a whole hadn't really had the chance to gauge how to react to things.

Now Adam was antsy, and as they moved through the wooded area his pace had unconsciously quickened over time. If someone or something was anywhere nearby he wanted to know about it, wanted the pack to know about it. Surprises only get people hurt. "We'd cover more ground if we were to split up." Adam had spoken through the link, the wolf looking over his shoulder at Juniper and Niall's wolf forms. While that was true, it was also true to be risky if their alpha had been that uncomfortable.

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[color=f7976a][h2]James[/h2[/color]

As he trod over to his mate, his form shifted back into a wolf. "Lets hope.." James commented, trailing off as he went. Perhaps it was all some sort of misunderstanding. Perhaps the humans would just stay away this time.

Padding across the snow he came to rest beside Ambrosia. The she wolf seemed so confident in her every move. She had such an air about her, he found himself hopelessly admiring her strength. Really he'd never felt like a leader as much as he did when he was around her. Not since Maurice died, but that was in the past.

He lay next to Ambra now, the pup too and listened to her sing. He could pick out the reassurance in the words, a lullaby to remind the child that she was safe.

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Juniper

Juniper kept a steady pace, keeping beside the two males instead of in front of them but when Adam started to get antsy and speed up, she realized she was going to lose a handle on the situation if she didn't step up now. She had been moving slower for a reason and that was to make sure no little detail was missed in their search. It was better to be observant and take your time than swift and miss everything as you go. Sometimes the quickest way wasn't always the best but she understood that this might be upsetting to have other lycans so near by. She trusted her Alphas to keep the rest safe while they were on their journey around the area but they needed to stay safe themselves. She picked up the pace to be equal with the other wolf, looking over to Adam as she spoke sternly,"You are right, we would cover more ground but in the event of an ambush, sticking together has more of a chance than multiples on one. We don't know what we are dealing with here and until we do, it would be wise to stay close." Juniper's voice soon soften as she continued with what she wanted to say." I am counting on Niall and you to be there for me. This is what a true pack does, we stand by each other. I promise, I won't let anything happen to you out here and the Alpha's will have everything protected with the others. If we find another pack than I will handle it as best I can without a fight. Nothing need happen if we are lucky and if not than I will defend you both as you will both defend me. We are a team....Understand?"

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The small child should have flinched when the huge beast approached her. But, she did not. She carefully pushed back by the giant bear's tongue, wiped her face and removed some of the tears that had started up. It was a small bit of comfort, however it was not a woman's touch. Her mother's touch. Niall gave her one last lick before he pulled away and joined the other adults, waiting for him.

Myst gradually grew silent as the tears continued to shed. Her body trembled while her eyes was red and puffy which caused her to cover them with her arm. The second thing she knew was of motion of being picked up and strong arms wrap around her. Myst looked up and almost whimpered. Directly above her was the bottom of pale chin of the child's alpha. Myst was sheltered up in her arms like a baby and then, she was swayed onto the side and placed onto the woman's hip. This close, she could get some sense of the woman's proportions. She was much larger than Myst, but not as big as she had appeared earlier. The woman's skin was as pale as snow but as smooth and supple as if Ambrosia had never worked a day in her life.

The next was the smell. It was rich woodsy fragrance and ancient, not exactly bad but very alien. Before long, the pale goddess gently spoke of strange words that was very unknown to the little girl. Yet, Msyt lazily rest her head upon Ambrosia weak and groggy, long forgotten the reason why she was upset.


[System]
Age: 30

Race: Wood Elf

Appearance:
Fariha stands at 5'9 and has an athletic build. Her hair is relatively short, as shown in the image. Fariha has a Celtic style tattoo on her right hand (Celtic Five-fold).

Equipment:
- Simple cloth and leather armour
- A bow
- Traveler's pack
- Hunting knife
- Earring on her left ear
- Quiver of arrows

Personality:
Fariha is generally an optimistic person, but she is still quite down to earth, thus making her quite understanding.. Most of the time. Although she is quite friendly to everyone she meets, she isn't a pushover. Not in the slightest. It's pretty difficult to make Fariha angry or upset, but usually nothing much happens when she does other than her becoming 'broody'. While she may be a kind person, she will often weigh her options and choose what will benefit her and those closest to her. Despite her cheerful demeanor, she can be seen as quite blunt or even offensive, due to her lack of social skills.

History:
Born into a nomadic tribe of wood elves, Fariha was a rather quiet child. She would often spend her time silently following her mother around or sitting in the tree branches, watching people work and the other children play. Due to such behaviours, she was quickly excluded from the games that the other children played, primarily because they didn't even know she was around, nor did she ever make an attempt to join them. Her parents were worried about their child, as it was uncommon for a wood elf in this tribe to be so placid and anti-social. The atmosphere of the tribe was generally quite cheerful.

The shaman of the tribe examined the elf child and noticed that something lay dormant within the child's soul. After complying with the Shaman's request to take care of Fariha for the next few days, she had changed significantly. She, like many of the other children, was cheerful and energetic. It was discovered that Fariha was the host for the spirits of the forest in which they lived. As she grew older, she learned many things about her tribe and their way of life, such things included their peerless archery skills. Such skills were necessary for hunting and protecting their tribe from would-be enemies.

The shaman took this time as an opportunity to draw out Fariha's potential as a magic user, spending the next few years trying to find a catalyst for the young elf's power to no avail. When Fariha had reached a certain age, she was allowed to participate on the hunting trips that the tribesman would participate in. However, the first hunting trip for new hunters was a test of skill which they had to complete on their own. The young elf was tasked with bringing down a dire bear, one of the more fearsome creatures of the forest. Although confident in her ability as a hunter, Fariha hadn't prepared enough arrows for such a beast. She soon found herself cornered by the very beast that she had attempted to corner.

Despite having only one arrow left, she faced the beast. She would not let herself be killed this way. Not now. That was when voices from deep within spoke to her. The spirits were pleased with her courage, granting her the ability to harness their power. Circles of power appeared on her right hand, connecting with each other like basket weaves. The rings lit up as magic imbued her arrow with the power of light. Needless to say, she felled the giant beast, earning her place as a hunter in her tribe.

The Shaman was elated to find out about Fariha's 'awakening'. However, after a few years, the shaman realized that his knowledge alone was not enough to harness the full potential of elf's magic. Respecting the wishes of the shaman, she journeyed to Apothicus. Upon reaching the guild hall, she was astonished by the diversity of people that walked in, out and around the premises. Races of all shapes and sizes came to this place. Fariha was quick to get acquainted with how the guild worked, despite having no real social skills. Due to her time spent in the guild, she soon learned how to communicate with her peers, thus making it a little easier to fit in.

She now seeks opportunities to hone her magic, however she has yet to find anyone that is willing or able to help her with such a thing.

Guild Ranking: Bronze

Misc:
Fariha's magic: Fariha is able to create arrows of elemental magic and fire them from any bow she holds. However, her current bow acts as a catalyst for her magic. Whenever she uses her magic, certain circles will light up on her right hand, corresponding to the specific element. These arrows are not always destructive in nature, most of it's potential utility has not been discovered yet.

Fariha also radiates a calming aura around herself which mostly affects small to medium sized animals. This often works on beastkin. Sometimes small animals would follow her around because of this aura. This aura is due to the spirits that live within her.

Goals:
Fariha wishes to master her magic and explore the world to see what it has to offer. One of her goals is to also get married, however this isn't really something she likes to speak openly about.

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@Renny@eemmtt@Roughdragon1

The rat ogre was quick to respond to the myriad of threats. It's great bulk and bulging muscle did well to hide the quick nature of a rat backed into a corner, with ferocity to match. The lycanthrope easily broke through the lumbering swing as the Rat Ogre tried to swat the beast midflight, but failed to even clip its much faster opponent. Ripping and tearing in a snarling mass of fur and claw, the Ogres leg buckled under the furious assault, collapsing onto its back as it raised the snarling lycan into the air (still attached to the ogres leg) and grasped it in one meaty hand, pulling it with enough force to dislodge the snarling creature and launch it across the courtyard nearly to the entrance to the dwarven citadel.
Ignoring the horrible stinging in its leg, the rat Ogre managed to roll onto its stomach and swat at the youngling with the sword and shield, lunging forward to pound the worked stone beneath its hands into dust as it roared its own fury. Significantly slower, its leg torn down to the tendons by the wolfs assault, it was all the Rat Ogre could do to fend off the Orc and the swordsman at once. Even a near miss would send either one stumbling back from the weight of it.
Unable to focus on all sides, it failed to notice the dagger wielding assassin lurking at its back.

The Dwarves watched in awe as fury met fury. All but Stokley. Breaking through the shield ring of his loyal protectors, he charged forward and brought his axe down on a swinging arm of his ancestral foe. The sharp axe succeeded in taking off a finger before he was nearly tossed back. Not that he would ever allow it! The weight of his ancestors was upon him as he roared a song of battle as he joined the valiant groups effort to fell the powerful monster.

"Swing, Lads! Die, lads! Use your blade or club to KILL THE RATS!" He rhymed in a typical dwarven tune, determined that he would not allow these strangers to claim glory all to themselves.

@Hammerman@Rekaigan

Skritch Greatscar, Grey seer of the great Horned Rat and deity of all Skaven, squeeled in delight as the Lycan tore into its servant. Foolish man thing! No humans could stop a Rat Ogre in close combat with so few numbers! They knew no fear, little pain, and were brimming with chaotic magic. But not as much as Skritch was.
The buzzing of insects alerted it to what was coming. Not sure as to what, but not caring, Skritch slammed the staffs butt end on the cobblestones to release a gout of sick green flame. The unholy flames circled its Skaven summoner to become a shimmering bubble of chaos, the bees would never be able to touch it. Arrows would bounce off before doing any damage or simply be incinerated. The only threat came from a burst of pure flames atop to the greenskin charging at its Rat ogre!
Skritch turned its attention to the priestess who could cleanse disease and spread flames at whim, its unearthly green glow focused solely on that foul wench. It would be broken and returned to the tunnels with him, Greatscar decided, to become food for the ratlings.

A flourish of his hand was all it took to conjure a green fireball the size of a persons head. To which it promptly let fly at the witch. If she did not avoid it, the pyroclasm would surely destroy her entirely.

[Assistant]
Marianne's eyes widened when she saw the green flame suddenly appearing, protecting the shaman by surrounding him inside it. She quickly withdrew her bees, letting out a quite unladylike curse in the process. Thankfully, only one or two failed to retreat fast enough before they got burned to a crisp.

Now, the shaman had turned into an unassailable target, at least not with her bees. Once again, she considered summoning her mantis but she had promised that she would only use it when she was in a real pinch, and for now, the situation was still quite controllable.

She looked at the rat ogre, finding it now lying on its stomach. It seemed Grendrick had done his work, as it now certainly had a significantly reduced mobility. And speaking of the Lycan, where was he? She couldn't see him-- oh there he was. It seemed the ogre had thrown him off for quite a distance. It must have been quite painful, and the lycan would be out of commission for a while.

She then noticed Sylvia sneaking towards the creature. It being quite distracted before, she managed to get close without being attacked at all. And now the dwarves had joined the fight, distracting it even more.

She decided it would be wiser for her to join the assault on the rat ogre. Thus, she sent her bees towards its eyes, nose, ears, and mouth. Their orders were to enter and unleash hell inside, no doubt causing terrible pain to the creature. She knew this would result in her bees being covered in some filthy, sickly ogre goo, with some of them maybe even getting stuck inside, but it would be the most efficient move as the ogre's thick skin and strong metabolism would decrease the effectiveness of her bees' poison. A direct physical assault inside would be more effective.

She noticed some of the dwarves were hesitating to continue their assault when they saw her bees swarming the creature. So she shouted to them, "Don't worry! My bees wouldn't harm you!". She wasn't that confident in the strength of her voice, as she really never shouted around in her entire life unlike common kids playing on the streets, but it seemed the information reached them nonetheless, and they charged back in towards the monster.

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Ayse smelled the oily green flame before she saw it. She broke off her magical assault on the rat ogre and dove to the side as the stone she'd been standing on were reduced to a glowing, molten, slurry. Ignoring the bruises she'd picked up in the graceless dive, Ayse found her feet again and let her flames crash against the barrier. She had the sinking feeling that it might not be enough.

She was exhausted. Her magic was running low. The Shaman seemed unassailable behind his shield. Things seemed bleak. Things had to change.

She saw Marianne directing her bees against the rat ogre and a new idea began to bubble up. She'd said that her power had to do with influencing and empowering insects, but was that all? Could the noblewoman reinforce her instead? Ayse providing the spells while Marianne supported her in power. It certainly seemed like a sound idea.

"Marianne, can you grab hold of my staff? I have a plan."

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Fariha was close to her spell-casting team-mates, but she kept her distance. She felt that it wasn't wise to stick so close to one another, especially when dealing with a rampaging beast and another spell-caster. She analysed the scene. The Rat Ogre was more or less covered, literally and metaphorically by her allies. So attacking it now would be difficult for her, for she feared that she may injure someone unintentionally with what she was about to do.

The elf noticed that the rat shaman had covered itself in a vile looking, green flame which acted as a shield. It had launched a spell at Ayse, who managed to dodge it. Perhaps with quite a lack of finesse, but she couldn't expect such things of everyone. The archer took in a deep breath as she drew her empty bowstring, sliding her right foot back and lowering her body. To many, it might look like she had gone mad, trying to fire a bow without an arrow. But they would soon realise her plan.

The center circle of the Five Fold lit up upon drawing her bowstring, she stopped at full draw. A pale white glow ran across the string, starting from the string nocks and meeting at her fingers. The light grew in a straight line from her fingers to her left hand that held the bow, slowly taking on the shape of an arrow. As the arrow formed, the body of her bow began to glow as well; she waited for a few moments before releasing her spell. The force of the shot pushed back at Fariha, but her lowered stance had prevented the force from pushing her off balance. She breathed heavily, lowering her bow. Her magical pool wasn't large enough to sustain her spells, but it was truly the only solution she could think of at the time.

Against these unholy flames, the arrow of light should be able to penetrate and perhaps kill the shaman. However should the flames be strong enough to withstand the arrow, they would surely be extinguished for some time.


[System]
tbe

"Pretty is, as pretty does, you feel me?"

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General Information

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Age
Sixteen
Gender
Male
Hometown
Cerulean City, Kanto
Aspiration
Pokémon Coordinator

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Characterization

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Physical Description
Indy is about 176 cm tall with a runner's physique and weight of about 145 lbs. His black hair is thick, coily, and it's kept in a mohawk. His skin is dark, the color of freshly turned soil. His facial expression is usually calm, with dark eyes and somewhat feminine features.
Personality
Indy comes across as stoic and chill. He is lazy, easygoing, sociable, if more on the laconic side. He prefers to listen and comment rather than come up with conversation on his own, just because it's easier, though holding conversation isn't a problem by any means. Despite his lax nature, he speaks honestly, but politely, not usually one to stir up trouble with others. Often, he's not great with confrontation, preferring to push things under the rug and stew over it way too long for his own good. Because that's way easier than confronting someone.

With Indy's relaxed and "everything'll come out in the wash" nature, he tends to severely underestimate how difficult things can be, which can result in trouble that he doesn't want to put effort into. Truth be told, Indy finds it difficult to try because of his fear of failing, because deep down, he knows he's lived a life without effort and he doesn't want to through the pain of actually having to try. Needless to say, this also doesn't make him the most reliable person. Sure, he'll set out with the intent to do something, but eventually end up failing to do whatever he was supposed to do.

In addition to his laziness, Indy is somewhat vain and tends to focus on appearances more than he or anyone should. He judges people based on their style , and pokemon, how they look. While he's more than willing to be friends even with someone cool even if he doesn't find them fashionable, he feels that his eventual pokemon must have a certain aesthetic or charm. Of course, he might have to prepare for when that doesn't happen.

Finally, he's pretty socially apt, having been surrounded by a highly social environment most of his life. He likes comforting people and being there for them, but only if it doesn't take too much effort. Otherwise he'd probably excuse himself with: "Hm, I guess I should go. You probably need to be alone. Call me if you need me." Still, like any human, he can have his moments of altruism and selflessness. He does like helping people, he usually just assumes he can't do it, which is something he'll have to discover and grow from on his journey.

Background
Born in a well-to-do family, Indy had an easy time paving his way through life. Sure, maybe there were hard moments studying for tests in school or maybe getting grounded here and there, but Indy never quite had to work for anything. He never had to get a job, he never had to experience people telling him 'no' often, he never had to clean his room (since there was a maid), and he never had to worry about having a career to sustain himself when he knew that he always had a cushion with his parents.

As such, he developed an indolent approach to almost everything. And even when something went wrong due to his own shiftlessness, the consequences were minor. When he bumped into a shelf and knocked over a delicate, porcelain tea set in a traditional antiques shop, a set that costed around $200, all Indy had to do was swipe Mom and Dad's credit card. Poof, it was like nothing happened. When he failed a class at the private and prestigious Elite Cerulean Institute, and had to retake it over the Summer while also having to pay extra tuition costs, it didn't matter. A week of grounding followed by another credit card swipe was all it needed to remedy the damage.

He got into art and fashion at an early age, and why not? His parents, their friends, his own social circle-- they were all upper class; being cool, chic, and sophisticated was a must for many. Art museums were a regular thing on the weekends and both his parents loved watching pokemon contests. He didn't have a huge interest in pokemon, thinking that it was a waste of time and a pipe dream. Pokemon were cool, and Indy was confident, but not confident enough to think that he actually had what it took to become someone great. Why try..?

Yet as it came closer and closer to him having to start interning at the company and taking on the family business and continue his education, fear started to seep in. Handling all that paper work? Having to wake up at 8 am everyday and work until 5? Put in even more work for university?

He wasn't about to have it. No, the reality was setting in fast.

So, he persuaded his parents to let him go on a pokemon journey. Under the pretense of needing a year or two to really grow and mature, be on his own for awhile, Indy secured the gap year(s) he wanted.

But a little over a month into his 'journey', his parents caught on to the fact that he'd be pretty much just staying around Cinnabar's Beaches. He hadn't even been to the lab to receive his first pokemon, let alone start training or working on earning his first ribbon. Angry at themselves and Indy for letting his bad habits take control of him, they eventually decided to let him keep journeying under a set of conditions. (Only because he wouldn't have been able to handle university, the family business, the actual responsibility anyways.) This was an opportunity to shape up their son.

Indy would have to earn all of his own money, either from betting on battles, winning contests, street performing, whatever. Either way, he was getting a cut to his funds.

And, to gauge their son's progress, he'd have to win one ribbon or one gym badge every six weeks.

And Indy, after panicking and stressing, eventually lapsed into a quiet shrug. I've seen some trainers and peeps around here train. How hard can it be?

current pocket monsters
Hawka the Combusken F - lvl 32
Hero the Mothim M -lvl 19
Mimzy the Buneary F - 30
Kovi the Vivillion M -31
Neon the Magnemite N -30

Items: small pearl -1
Kee Berry ×9
pokeball ×2
Cheri berry x6

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Morado "Mori" Rose

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tbe

"The value of an idea lies in the using of it."

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General Information

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Name
Morado "Mori" Rose
Age
20-21
Gender
Male
Hometown
Cerulean City, Kanto
Aspiration
Pokémon Breeder/ CEO of his parents company

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Characterization

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Physical Description
Topping off at 5'11, Morado bears a resemblance to Indigo with his dark skin, and similar oval shaped facial structure, but the resemblance stops there. His eyes are an inquisitive hazel, his dark ringlets of hair are kept long, typically in a bun or ponytail at the nape of his neck. Keeping some kind of well groomed facial hair is important to Morado as well. Often, he wears a bandana either around his neck or pushing his hair back. Usually, he's got a friendly smile on his face and his attire is usually overalls with some worn boots, plus some kind of tie-dye shirt. Oddly? It's strangely stylish on him.
Personality
Friendly, and amicable, Morado seems like one of those annoyingly happy go lucky people. It's hard to make him upset, and even growing up, all Indigo would hear from his parents was how lovely his older brother was. Morado donates to charity when he can, he's constantly working hard, and he's always cheerful. He's also quite business savvy, and knows how to negotiate, traits that he has honed his whole life by his parents. Still, when he does get mad, his temper and words are fearsome. And for all his kindness, when business isn't working out, Mori can be quite cutthroat. It seems that even Morado, golden child that he is, bottles up things inside and has his bad moments, no matter how much he tries to stuff them away.

Background
The bane of Indigo's existence, Morado Rose is everything his baby brother isn't and more. The apple of his parents eyes, he set out on his journey mid way through his sophmore year in college. Though he plans to take over the family business (a medical company that produces pharmaceuticals and supplies medical technology such as healing machines for pokemon centers), he thought it was important to explore the world of pokemon to get a better handle on the real world and those that the family business would be serving. He climbed through the ranks, occasionally appearing on televised battles before finding a niche in breeding. Currently, he's sponsored by Happy Berry Farms and The Pokemon Association of Breeders (PAB). Though he has more than enough cash to get around without his parents help, he took on the gig of accompanying Jack and Jill on their journey because why not? To add to his own growing prestige and budding reputation, taking care of the region Champion's kids was and still is well worth it.

Pokemon:
Dao the Dragonite- M lvl 60
Sylvie the Sylveon- F lvl 55
Miza the Swampert- F lvl 58
Sion the Scizor- M lvl 59
Eva the Venausaur- F lvl 56
Vo the Volcarona- M lvl 57

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Indigo awoke to find himself in a hospital bed, an IV stuck in his arm and a white identifying bracelet tagged around his wrist. He blinked, trying to remember.

The moments after the police came were a hazy, seamless blur of confusion. The whole scenario, what with it being a normal day that turned into having to fight for their lives, was surreal to say the least. As such, it was difficult to parse through the moments as they came.

The police had arrived soon enough, but the thieves were able to get away, courtesy of all their Pokemon being nearly knocked out. Then there was a man, a strange man who came onto the scene and gave them a cold, warning gaze before the poison went off.

And then-- nothing much after that, save for maybe a glimpse of a frantic Kovi trying to clear the poison away. Through the window, he could see the lavender and orange gradient of sunset beginning to transition.

"Guys..? Dan? Margo?" He called out tentatively. Hopefully, they were in the same room.

[Assistant]
Dan had been stunned at his loss, the battle shouldn't have gone that way, Twiggy shouldn't have been hurt. But he was. Now, all Dan could do was wait to see what would happen.
"I should've listened to you Margo." He whispered as a man came out of the forest.
"Wait, that's!" He said aloud as he stared down his Uncle. "So this is where you've been." He muttered.

Dan knew this cue, in fact Richard had thought him this before disappearing from the family for previously unknown reasons. He didn't have time to tell his friends before the gas was released, Dan putting his face to the ground and covering it with whatever could stop the Smog from getting into his nose. This prevented him from getting knocked out long enough for the smog to clear, and for them to get sent to the hospital.

Dan wasn't able to sleep much, not after what happened, especially not after this revelation as to where Richard had been.

After a quick talk with his Mother and Sister, he went to the lobby to check himself out. His friends still knocked out, at least he thought that until he heard a feint call of his name.

Popping his head back in the room seeing if Indy was finally awake.
"Hey. How are you feeling? You got a nose full of that gas. Sorry for dragging you into it. We should've just called the police and let them go. Margo's Pokémon got beat up bad and its my fault. I'll apologize when she's awake." He said.
"But, I'm gonna talk to Dad later. The leader of those thieves it was Uncle Richard. You never met him cause he disappeared pretty early on but its no coincidence. Both of them being in an old, disbanded group." He said. as a burse brushed by him to check Indy's BPI.

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"You didn't drag me into it," Indigo muttered. "It just kind of happened. I'm sorry about it all too." There was little more he could think of to say or do, except offer his support.
"If you want someone to come with you when you talk to your dad or something, let me know. I can come with." He doubted he could do much, but, he could try.

Indigo would be discharged an hour later. In the meantime, he would probably rest or take a small walk through the hallways, just to test how he was feeling.


[System]
gender: male
godly parents: Aisoyimstan, Mahina
sphere of control: Cold, Darkness
personality: Landon's powers are very powerful, but unfortunately unreliable for himself. Having such an expanse of powers that couldn't be used for himslf have put him in a confusing position. He would use his powers to help himself and others as he sees fit, but due to his mother they tend to only want to respond to others needs of them. Feeling like he was destined to be used and controlled has given him a bitterness against everyone, but as fighting them is completely useless he tends to just go along with the flow. He is very smart and wise, but often dark in his thoughts as he cares for no one. He can still be jovial and witty once he opens up, but that's just him suppressing his bitterness.
sacred animal: Walrus
powers: Landon has very strong control and manipulation of both cold/ice and shadows/darkness. Unfortunately the full strength of these powers can only be brought out at other's request. Few know this and Landon doesn't like to tell anyone feeling he'll just be a tool for their use afterwards.
weapon(s): Landon makes due with the various weapons he constructs on the fly. Spears are a favorite projectile and Swords are favored in melee situations.
History:
Landon is currently twenty-seven, and grew up with a foster family in Washington. He found out about his powers at a young age and tried training them on his own. Not having anything to compare his powers with, he was content with the growth in his powers. That is until he met a demi-god that threatened his siblings on the way home from school. He realized he was still very weak as he couldn't do anything to save his brother, but he found a surge in power as his sister cried for help from him. He tore the man apart and saved his sister with his new found power. Afterwards he tried to find that same power and became frustrated as he found he couldn't. One day he met his wandering father by chance and learned of what his mother did to him. Having lost her love, she "cursed" him with the need to help others, stunting his powers until someone unlocks them.
other:

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@OtomostheCrazy

Rhona was startled by The Heart's voice. "So you're Occus' heart... 'The Heart'... I have never heard a heart speak before... You must be special..." She replied quietly, she then paused for a moment, thinking of way for her to persuade the heart to appear, so that she may save Occus. She ended up deciding to just tell The Heart the truth and hope that it would believe her.

"Are you hurt? If you are, I wamt to help you! We need your help, too. I want to save Occus but he will die without you! I am a healing goddess! I want to return you to Occus' body and bring him back. I promise you that I really do want to save you both." Rhona replied, pausing again. She then sighed. "I know that you are tired and afraid and confused and in pain... But we are running out of time... And if we don't leave soon, then we will all be destroyed... And I refuse to leave without you. So please... Please come out." Her tone grew urgent and pleaful, yet never got louder than her inside voice even as she heard the explosions getting ever closer. For she feared that if she spoke any louder, she would scare The Heart away.

Rhona kneeled down on one knee and extended her hand, as if she were expecting for The Heart's hand to reach out and grabs hers. "Please... Please believe me...! "

[Assistant]
"Bring me that one too!"

Ariakami's attention was suddenly caught by a yell that reached out above the others, and though she was barely able to make out the words she could easily tell that the tone of the voice was not very friendly. She began to fear that she had made a mistake, that coming here was a terrible idea...and as her senses fully returned to her, Ari's worried thoughts were only reinforced. Through the dark haze she could see fires and hear screams mixed with the clashing of weapons...she could tell that there was a battle going on here, but she didn't know why...or even which side would be friendly...

Then there was the sound of heavy steps behind Ariakami, and she turned around to find a man with glowing red eyes who was raising a fiery hammer, presumable, to strike her. Ari panicked as soon as she fully realized that she was about to be attacked, creating a small wall of flames between herself and her attacker before running away. She didn't intend to fight in a war she thought she had no place in...not yet, at least...but now she knew that the gods with glowing eyes were not so friendly...

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@Ace of flames01

Yuki had helped by searching the more secret parts of the club, mainly known by VIPs. Of course, she hadn't found anything in those spots. She tried to think of the heart as a sort of cartoon, hiding away in secret places and stealing parts from other to craft its own customized body...she might need to hold off on those TV show marathons for a while.

Eventually, however, she heard someone yell out something about a name. As Yuki made her way back to Rhona and Boreas, she found Rhona trying to calm the owner of the voice. She and Boreas were facing a closed door that led out into an alley. Out of curiosity, Yuki opened the door and found what was probably what they were looking for.

What else could one of the most curious-looking hearts, beating out in a cold, abandoned alleyway be? Not to mention that it zapped itself into existence as soon as she stepped out to Alley.

Yuki approached it slowly, finding that it was breathing heavily, somehow. She couldn't tell if it was trying to mutter something, but if it was, it was less important at the moment, as the sounds of explosions rung louder than the ravings of a madperson.

Yuki began to do a dance. It wasn't slow, but it was similar to the dance she performed when she brought Rhona to Hannah. It was beautiful, and flowed perfectly. She was the goddess of dance, after all.

"I'm sorry...but we don't have the time." said Yuki.

The winds responded to her dance, flowing to her and the heart, and taking hold of it in its gentle embrace. The winds were not violent. They were more akin to a breeze, and yet they managed to hold the heart as easily as a sheet of paper.

A movement of Yuki's arm, and the winds took the heart through the portal, and held it as they awaited the three that were still on the other side.

"Let us return." said Yuki to her companions.

Meanwhile...

@rechonq

"Eh. Probably not. I can barely stand listening to you guys argue." joked Claire in response to Flemming.

She laughed a little at her joke. Shedidn't know what they did or just went through, but she'll never know if she'd survive it. Claire was okay with that. After all, it wasn't her problem. What was her problem, however, was what she came there for In the first place.

Claire dropped her smile in favor of a more serious expression. She now had Cia's attention, and didn't want to waste a lot of time.

"Long story short: Aliens are attacking the Earth because they think that something called 'Amgarrack' was stolen and taken here. I managed to force a ceasefire for one battle, but I'm pretty sure that there's a bunch of others going on around the world, so we really need to find this thing before everything's dust."

Claire took a breath after saying all that. She didn't really need it, but she grew a habit of doing that.

" Anyway...Mind helping me find this 'Amgarrack'?"

[Assistant]
@Cuccoruler
"If the world really is going to shambles then it sounds like we need to find whoever stole this Amgarrack. I doubt we'll be able to find Amgar's location without him." Cia had finished healing Landon and he was feeling very rejuvenated. Almost better than before the fight.

He was really at a loss for ideas right now, but it seemed one was needed. "Maybe one of the other gods knows something about this. They think Amgar is on Earth so let's find a god that's been down there for a while. The one who is bringing the old gods back might even be our culprit, or in league with the culprit anyways." Landon was stretching for ideas right now.

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Long ago King Kong had been the reigning force in the jungles of Peru. Constantly patrolling and guarding them for the inhabitants of the jungle. He didn't care much for humans. They were to greedy and destructive. To prove this point Kong had actually been killed several years ago by a by-product of the humans desire for power. The humans were learning to play with powers they shouldn't be. Their abuse of this power led to the birth of a beast that would lead to his destruction. They both desired the same goal, but Gojira was an abomination he refused to let go. Their battle over fifty years ago led to his bitter defeat, and now he was given the chance to change the outcome of their fight.

Kong heard the roar of his hated nemesis. With new life and a dreadful bitterness to go with it. He turned from the temple and began his march toward the towering lizard. Kong planned on killing this beast just like the other lizards he dealt with, by tearing her head clean off. He was certainly angry, but he wouldn't let his emotions get the best of him. He slowly made his way toward the beach. A wave of trees crashing in his wake. He wouldn't go all the way to the beach, Gojira would have the upper hand then. The infernal woman was still in her human form. Kong didn't care much for this. He would treat her all the same and give fighting her all his strength. As he broke a peak that gave him a view of her, he let out a mighty roar nearly matching hers in strength. He beat his chest making a low hum that carried through the entire jungle. He slammed his fists down causing landslides on the two mountains on either side of him.

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@Lmpkio@Trevor1001

Reese calm down a bit when Batz decided to end his mindless assault. Though he wasn't tired he could really go for a break or a quick cat nap. Sadly before he could even do the actions he spoke of the ground shook like someone dropped the biggest/heaviest thing on their location. He knew for a fact that it couldn't of been King Kong he was already here. Then he heard it, the roar of a kaiju but it couldn't of been the mythical creature he thought of. It didn't matter what ever it was it had to be massive and the only other creature that's large in mass was King. Reese decided to leave the identity of the new arrival alone and focus on something that sounds way more important.

Hun Batz explained the Intel he had on the current uprising that was springing around earth and possible but hopefully not the God's Realms. "Yato you're getting this right we'll have to contact Ratatoskr as soon as possible." Reese could the commotion that was happening outside. "Maybe not here but in a safer place we must warn the other gods about this God of corruption!" He exchanged glances between Hun Batz and Sun Wu Kong looking at their beat up bodies. "I'm sorry but this place isn't safe enough to bring Ratatoskr to we're gonna have to leave." Without giving them a chance to reply Reese walked away from them speaking to Yato. "Quick open a portal to a safer place. We have to get the word out about our current discovery immediately!"

Belle knows its selfish of him but the safety of the book was more important to him than many other things at the moment. "If possible could you drop me off in the Sahara Desert." Responded double checking everything he had on him making sure to not leave anything behind. Egypt's population is that huge to begin with so protecting that territory and the book was his two main priorities as of now. A global war against an Alien race wasn't a predictable causalty outcome. He was probably gonna resurrect his own army to defend Egypt just in case. Belle was already preparing for any situations in his head so he could ready to do work when he reached his destination.

[Assistant]
Gojira's roar of battle had been answered. With a growl she looks up to see the trees getting crushed by the ape's presence as he revels himself on the high ground of a peak. Even as he roars back and pounds his chest violently, the woman was all too familiar about this ape's behavior. Intimidation will simply not force Gojira to back down. The landslide would prove nothing as it will simply be too far away to do anything to her. After all, she has something that Kong most certainly lacks.

Her plates spark several blue pulses, all rippling through her body. Her eyes also begin to glow blue and her mouth starts to foam an aura of heat. She was charging up her atomic breath! And once she finished charging up, she ultimately fired at Kong's position. However, it wouldn't be directly at him, for that would be way too obvious. She instead fired at the ground just below him, which should crack and give out to Kong's weight and send him tumbling down the mountain. Even if it wouldn't work out, the Queen has a few more tricks up her sleeves...

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Kong saw the glow of her plates and mouth and knew what she was charging. It was how she finished him off last time anyways. He would never forget that now. In preparation for the attack Kong smashed his fists into the ground and brought up a mighty stone in each hand. He held the stones like shields in front of him as preparation for the coming attack, but he was suprised when he heard the fire but felt no pressure on his shields. Instead he soon found the ground underneath of him giving out. He quickly caught himself and surfed halfway down the mountain with the debris. It settled out there and Kong angrily launched one of the boulders at Gojira. It didn't effect her much, but this was only the beginning.

A grand old tree still stood next to Kong right now. That is until he uprooted it to use like a bat. Kong was ready for anything that Gojira would throw at him now. With his stone shield and tree club he wasn't underestimating this lizard again. He surely would tear her head off just like the rest, but it was going to be much more difficult to reach that point.


[System]
Gender: Male

Age: 16

Race: Hobgoblin - Hobgoblin Race - Hobgoblins are renowned for their expertise with fire, or more specifically, what they can make with it. As coined by their "favorite creatures", the Humans, Hobgoblins are great cooks and ironsmiths, and specialize in various steels from just about every kind of metal you toss at them. This puts them at odds with a few other races (or, did, in the dwarves' case; you don't see too many of those little ones any more) for who is the best craftsman, but considering the Hobs (for short) just got their distinction from the rest of their ilk not too long ago, it isn't surprising to say that the Hobs were given the benefit of the doubt when their blacksmiths opened up. Like orcs, they love to use lamellar designs, as they're light, maneuverable, and protective for all their troubles, using as little steel as possible (because from where the goblinoids originated, most iron was refined via iron sand. Large chunks of ore were unheard of.) Their skin tones, unlike those of their greenish-yellowish-rainbowish colored brethren, are always shades of grey, and are a lot more matte because of their hygenic nature. They have eyes the color of gold, amber, and ruby, and stand about the same height as humans, as well as stand in the same weight range. Rumors say that the hobs have a bit o' man blood in them, which might be true, considering there's also a million hues of half-hobs half-men and whatnot running around the world...or well, wherever he came from.

Appearance: As a child of a succubus and a hobgoblin, Iosef inherits a mix of qualities thought usually exclusive to his respective heritages. Through his father, Iosef retains a powerful build within his small 5'6 frame, and also keeps his coal-grey complexion. Unlike his father, though, he has quite the desirable face of that of a near-effeminine boy (think soft, pouty lips, a small, but pronounced chin, etc.), and has full, luscious, onyx-black hair that will bald much later than most others' do. He weighs only an average 117 lb., though each pound is well defined in the taut muscles he has. He has amber irises and a very slight almond shape to his eyes.

Personality:

Most of the time, Iosef is a mellow, lax individual that takes both successes and failures in stride...or so some may think. In reality, he's every part perfectionist his father was with just about everything, be it studies, work, or even in play. Though he isn't going to impose on people, he does get genuinely upset at people who are a little too lax for his tastes.

By the definition of upset, it includes tirades, insults, and on the extremes, threats and violence.

On the other end of the spectrum, though, he lives up to his ancestors' reputation as tricksters and thieves. He's quite...dubious towards haughty individuals, but he does say it's for "their sakes", whatever that would mean.

Backstory :

What can you say? He's just the son of an immigrant Hobgoblin smith, the reason being that his mother is still on the loose somewhere. The Hob village couldn't keep Iosef and his father if the succubus endangered everyone else. Unless the two could "get rid of the problem (that being your mother)" or come back with some treasure to let bygones be bygones, they weren't going to get back into the village. Then Iosef heard of Earthrent finally resurfacing somewhere...

Abilities :
* Allure - Iosef can cast a minor allure spell to add a more...promiscuous quality to his relationship. He rarely uses this, as this is can lead to some unpredictable results.
* Mana - Iosef has the capacity to use magic.

Notable Equipment :
* Bastard Sword - A lengthened, double-edged straight sword made of various layers of steel.

Quirks:
- He has an edge in forging, as he spent his childhood smithing with his father.
- He avoids large parties unless he's playing wingman. Even then, he'll be reluctant to go. As a half incubus, who knows what might come out once he descends into hedonism.
- He's often the one injuring his right hand you'd think he'd dislocate it. He doesn't...until now.
- He has attractions to something...something terribly strong enough to drive him crazy...
- As an extension to his knack in forging, he's quite the good cook!

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Unicycle

The eleven girl seems about ready to interject, though is silenced by one of the two twins: Riz. "Shh, he's a country hick like us! Of course he hasn't heard of you! Use some common sense!"

"You're not supposed to talk to girls like that..." Tiz remarks, clearly displeased by his twin. It seems that although they looked practically identical, their personalities were vastly different.

[Assistant] "Hey! I might not be the sharpest sword in the armory, but I'm no country hick!" Connor exclaims, before slapping Riz upside the head. "Now, what were going to say, Sheil?" He asks.

[User]
Iosef then hops onto the horse, and looks at the priestess and the Jester.

"...if you guys want to come, just ask. I'll deal with the gnolls..."

[Assistant]
"I'm just shocked that you haven't heard of my family's exploits. Then again, you are a member of one of the lesser species on this planet." She replies in a rather distinguished and insulting tone... before squeamishly lowering her head and looking rather cowardly, tucking her body close. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, please ignore me!"

"Ow! Okay, okay! I gotcha! Jeez, no need to hit me over it..." Riz says, rubbing the inflicted area tentatively. "And what's up your butt, miss? I thought Elven people were supposed to be assholes."

"I always saw elves as those kinds of people too. Guess you can't judge a book by it's cover." Tiz remarks, walking over and petting the elven girl on the head. "It's OK, no need to act all high and mighty because of some title."

"I would very much like to see the Universal Blade Earthrent in action!" Exclaims the Jester gleefully. Seems he was all for coming along. "Ooh, how much power is it worth? Just how much~? Just how much~?"

"Where will we go?" Asks the girl curiously. It seems she was willing to go along should he explain himself. He had time to if he wanted to, the Gnolls were still a ways away... though they were approaching quickly.

[User]
"I'm going to talk with them and see what's their problem. Killing them comes if we have a disagreement on something."

Still, Iosef has to scowl at the Jester's comment. For a powerful being such as that, perhaps fighting was but a sport.

And still, there was this Fate that Iosef had to meet.

[Assistant]
"You still didn't answer my question..." The girl replies with a sigh, rubbing her forehead. "I don't even know your name, let alone what you stand for. You can't possibly expect me to join you on an excursion with a man who hasn't even introduced himself, do you?"

"I don't see the problem, here..." The Jester remarks with an unnatural calm about him. "It's not like it's a big deal, right?"

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Iosef scratches his head.

"It's your temple. Name's Iosef."

With that, with the horse, trots out of the city limits to look for this giant gnoll horde...

[Assistant]
It seems said Gnoll horde had come to greet him, as the closest of the Gnolls were now no less than a hundred meters away. One could make out the bloody intent behind their furious charge, headed straight for the city - for Iosef.

The Jester who had followed grins in anticipation. "So? Are you going to test out the Universal Blade?" He inquires with a hopeful little dance. "Now's a great chance to get a feel for it~!"

[User]
It was a lush, sunny day in the city of Dou - a city bordering the Elven and human kingdoms, filled with unimaginable beauty and closeness to nature. It's inhabitants were mostly women, that of both human and Elven kind, for there was a sort of negative stigma associated with men if they chose to live here, unless they were either incredibly handsome or gay. Thankfully, whilst Gregory was very much the former of the two, he was merely a passerby, or so it would seem. One could say the city of Dou was that which he was most related to. Things were peaceful, quiet, and not an awful lot was going on. Just your average day in the lovely city center; birds chirped, water sported, and the people were all getting along well...

"Hey, did you hear about the news? There's supposed to be a war going on in the Human Kingdom..."

"Really? Gosh, that sounds horrible... No doubt orchestrated by men..."

"Well, on the people's side, yes, but on the other hand is the dragon: Ssalivan the Terror, said to be capable of wiping out armies!"

"Surely, no dragon could be that strong. It's just a load of hyped up nonsense, and it has nothing to do with us. I say just let the monkeys and lizards kill one-another."

There had been much gossip around town lately of an impending war and significant talk over The Universal Blades - weapons spoken of in ancient texts and folklore that were said to have created the realms of Heaven, Hades, Oblivion and the Earth itself. They had been locked away ages ago, in a time long since past, though now, with the Grand Marshal's orders, everyone across the continent was searching for the weapons. For what purpose, no one was willing to say, though if it had every man, woman and child with combat training searching, well... it must've been important, and there would undoubtedly be a large sum as a reward. Though he may already know that if he attended the meeting held by the Grand Marshal in the Marble Castle.

Even with all this talk, the day carries on, and would continue to do so... At least for the next couple of minutes...

[Assistant] Iosef plunges the sword down into the earth, raising a wall from beneath and around him as far as he could see in either direction. The wall is 40 feet in height and 20 feet thick; this was only a forewarning to the gnolls as Iosef waited.

[User]
Though some of the Gnolls do seem a bit doubtful, they're assured by their brethren that this wall was merely a defense - a defense they aimed on taking down or climbing over in order to reach their target.

Thus, they continue their charge headlong...

[Assistant] Connor crosses his arms, before clearing his throat. "Alright, we'll get a rest at the inn. We deserve it after that bloodbath. Tomorrow we set out to find Darkstalker." He then uncrosses his arms and starts to head back to the inn, the group hopefully in tow.

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Unicycle

As expected, the group follows closely behind, with the Orc taking up the rear, twins in the middle and the Elven girl walking alongside him at the front. Unless he made conversation with any of them, the walk would pass by in relative silence, excluding Riz talking the ear off his twin...

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At The Inn...

They arrive at the inn a little past nightfall, and the first place looks just the same as your usual tavern, with merry faces, shady guys standing in corners, and lots of alcohol. Seems the place was a real party. Despite the people, it actually looked pretty fancy for an inn, with a nice, golden chandelier hanging from the roof in the central lounging area, and magic energy flowing all around.

But now the only question remained: where the Hell did they go to get rooms?

The best looking place was the bar, though of course, that was where one would normally seek out alcoholic beverages. There were several 'posts' with magic runes on top of them that people were speaking into, most likely some kind of communications terminal. It ran on gold, somehow, as people put their money into it, said their piece and then left. If he really wanted to, he could try asking a staff member.

"Ain't this place amazing?!" Riz exclaims with a grin, staring at all the pretty ladies about the inn. "Ooh, Sheil, you should totally try working here! Look at it - a high-class, high-paying job where you can eat, drink and lounge about all day! Sounds like paradise for you!"

"Admit it, Riz, you want to see her in scantily-clad clothes, don't you?" Tiz jabs, cocking a knowing, cheeky smile at his brother.

"W-wha-? What do you mean? There are no such ladies here!" Sheil replies, taken aback by the twins' words.

"That's because you can't see 'em!" Riz winks at Sheil and laughs. "Ah~! Magic is a beautiful thing!"

[Assistant] Connor grinned as the twins talked about Sheil working at the inn. "I wouldn't mind that." He said with a chuckle, before going to the bar and tapping on it. "Uh, first of all I'd like a pint of ale." Once the bartender passed it to him, he took a drink then continued: "Now, uh... Where can my friends and I get rooms? There're five of us, including me."

[User]
The bartender was, surprisingly, a rather good-looking Orc girl, who smiles at him kindly - something rather unlike their race. "You're new 'ere, right? Jus' go up't one o' d'ose fings an' follow the instruc'ions the magic pole gives you!"

The Orc girl points to one of the many magic poles that people were using.

"This place runs very much so on magic, it does! To be expected from an Elven inn."

"Ooright, then! Catch'a late'a sweet'y!" Riz mimics. Though the bartender lady doesn't know, the others can quite clearly identify this as a mock of her accent.

[Assistant] With that, Connor tosses as many pieces as it costs for the drink, then takes it and goes to on of the poles.

[User] Iosef then presses forward on the sword, shaking the earth under the gnolls before making the earth pulse like waves.