[System]
Username: Banana
Race/Species: Human Lycanthrope (Bania)

Gender: Male

Age: 73

Career/Class: Priest of Maestus / Noble

Weapons/Magic:
* A trident, stained at the tip with tiny specks of blood, and of elven-craftsmanship.
* A shield, outfitted with razor-sharp spikes at the crest, perfect for bashing.
* Knowledgable in healing magic, and is an expert at it.

Physical Description:
An old, but muscular man, with a long white beard coming from his face and accenting his wisdom, and a scar coming down from his green eyes, obtained when he was an adventurer back in his golden years. He stands slightly taller than most other men, and he has broader shoulders as well. Ursaren walks with a slight limp, and often uses his trident as a sort of walking-staff when he's not fighting.

Armor:
A set of sky-blue priest robes cover his body, which visibly show signs of mending by someone who is not a tailor. Over the robes, a steel chest piece is equipped, complete with a set of bracers and greaves to accompany it.

Equipment/Other:
A hood covers his face, casting a shadow over his eyes, helping the whole "wise old man" vibe get across to others. He is good with brewing potions and elixirs, even to the point where he made liquid medicine taste decently. He does have a dark secret though, as previously mentioned in his race.
Under a full moon, Ursaren goes through a transformation into a werebear, which he has been afflicted with for a good 44 years. At the current understanding and state Ursaren is at, he is able to become a werebear at will (obtained about 2 years ago, so not much experience with it however) and still be able to speak as one, albeit it's rather basic language. He loses the limp as a werebear, and is a force to be reckoned with when fought alone.

Mental Description/Personality:
Ursaren is a wise, jolly, and rather devious elder. More often than not, he will be glad to share his knowledge over a subject if asked for advice, even going further and giving advice over more things. He believes everyone is good at heart, and is able to change their ways in the name of common good and justice. The downside to his ideals is that he's too trusting of strangers, and can let his judgement lead to his downfall. He also has a habit of getting off topic when he's giving advice, even spiraling into "how when life gives you lemons, make orangeade from magic!"

Goals:
Nobody but Ursaren knows why he's going to the Southlands, and honestly, he'd rather keep it a secret. He may just go for the hell of it, or he may go for more fame. Either way, he'll enjoy the trip and he'll help pass time with stories around a campfire.

Background/History:
* Born into a middle-class Praelior family of merchants and doctors, specializing in medicine and elixirs instead of magic when it came to healing.
* Became the healer for a group of stocky adventurers at the younger age of 23, eventually becoming the party's main defense and last word of what to do in a situation.
* Learned how to cast very basic healing at the age of 24 (He could brew insane potions prior to that.)
* Started using a trident-shield combo at 27, inspired by the adventuring leader's prowess in the skill. Trident was obtained as his share of the loot, and a personal gift from the party leader.
* Cursed by some sort of witch-doctor at 29, leading to him becoming a werebear for the rest of his days. This led to him leaving the party a few months later in fear that he'd hurt them.
* From the ages of 29 to 41, he lived in a small village where he honed his transformations and began following Maestus as a priest.
* At the age of 41, he left the village to go live in Bania and spread the influence of Maestus, while also gaining recognition as a mage and pursuing more studies.
* At the age of 60, a noble in Bania grew very ill and hired Ursaren as a healer/caretaker, eventually growing to the point where the two were best friends.
* The ill noble died when Ursaren hit the age of 71, and left what he owned in Bania to the old priest, and encouraged Ursaren to enjoy life and continue being the fun old man he was.

[User]
Alice tried to bring as many of her comrades close as possible to discuss matters before entering the village.

"I think it important we decide how long we are going to stay here, and how likely it is we're being pursued by Dark Elves, and what we are going to do about it if we are."

Guessing the motivations of slavers and raiders wasn't exactly a favourite pass-time of Alice's but there were two possibilities she could imagine: The first being that the Dark Elves wouldn't waste time attacking a village while they were on the hunt or the second being that the Dark Elves were petty enough and powerful enough to reap and plunder this village just because the party had been there. Alice remembered the sly half smile of the witch who escaped back in that underground chamber, it didn't make her feel at ease.

"We need to decide if any pursuers are going to either bypass the village in pursuit of us and leave these people alone, in which case we should make our stay as short as possible to spare this place. Or if The Dark Elves would attack this place regardless, in which I believe we have a duty to stay and repel such forces"

She didn't know how efficient the Dark Elves were at tracking, nor how quickly they could assemble a party to follow, but she fancied it would take them at least a couple of days. In that time she'd have to pray to Seradwyn, god of magic, and do what rituals she could to restore her fractured arcane power. Provided they don't take my book she thought bitterly

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Alice chagrined against the idea of lodgings and food being paid for, and made a mental note to pay regardless. Not only did she fear her contributions would be improportionate when compared to what she was receiving and what other more productive members of the party were receiving, but she disagreed with such things. She saw no problem with paying for services rendered and putting in the work where she could, just because she could. She didn't believe her god, Ragnarok, much cared for not paying either. She felt his fatalistic logic would dictate that all prices be paid in full, but she would have to defer to her friend and fellow worshipper Geradin's judgement on that one

When it came to the dreaded moment of handing over weapons, Alice handed over her staff first. She asked if she could keep her knife, but was willing to surrender it if need be. Her wand stayed with her, however, and it would take someone with magical talent to identify that it was a wand and not just a mundane fan. Finally she mentally justified to herself that, for all intents and purposes, she did not count her spell tome as a weapon and so she kept that well sealed in her bag. She would need it over her stay regardless.

She hoped that if she was identified as a magic user that any judges would think that she didn't need a wand as to explain it's absence. Many more powerful wizards eschewed the use of them as nigh unnecessary and risky. While she was nowhere near that powerful, she had no problem with backwater peasants perceiving her as such, especially if it served her ends.

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She was surprised when the party was led to a relatively small inn. She had imagined that without the problems of expensive land or the tight confines of a city people could build such buildings as large as they wanted. But she also realised that such resources, although abundant, would be wasted since a frontier village like this probably didn't see too many travellers.

Unfortunately this meant there was only 4 rooms. She was hoping for a little and much needed privacy to unwind, not to mention focus. Still, wishful thinking was unbecoming of her, so she instead focused on who she would want to stay with. Geradin was high on the priority list, and she supposed she trusted Ursaren enough she wouldn't mind sharing a room with him.

On the other hand, Aeryn and Settionne were both big no-nos. It wasn't that she didn't trust them, per se, it's just that she knew better then to.

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[Assistant]
His words were so hateful and venomous that she swore his poison would surely infect the others. His hate was so strong. So strong his words were that her lower lip began to quiver, and her eyes fell to the ground. She shook against his voice, and wrapped her arms tightly around herself in a futile way to protect herself. But the damage was done. She had understood him loud and clear.

She wanted to...

She wanted to scream back at him. To take off her own tunic to show him her own scars. She wanted to tell him how the Dorcha murdered her own parents in front of her. She wanted to tell him how she had lived as a slave until she was cast aside like dirt once more. This man was beyond understanding anything that did not fit his narrative, if only he knew the truth. Something had hurt him too, and for the first time in a very long time, Aeryn felt a pang of empathy for him, followed by disgust that soon bubbled back up as hatred for him. Little did he know that if she really wanted to, she could kill him in his sleep. It wouldn't be the first time she'd done such a thing. That would just be proving him right though, wouldn't it? Still, it would be satisfying.

But still she just stood there, momentarily ripped down to a childlike fear. She turned to face her friends. They seemed so far away now, and she felt so naked and stripped bare. How dare he speak of being whipped with a leash when he had just torn her to shreds. One thing was always the same. Aeryn knew her place in this world, it was down below in the shadows. In the confined walls of caves. Out of sight of anyone else.

She handed over her blade, not particularly attached to this one. It wasn't hers. She didn't need a sword in the dark anyway.

The things that her companions said didn't make her feel any better. She didn't really listen, she was too busy trapped inside her own head, telling herself vicious things and plotting several violent scenarios in a desperate attempt to pull herself around from the verbal spraying she had received.

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As they headed into the village, she kept her distance as much as she could from the group. She was sure that they were ready to sling her from their party. Dirty little Dorcha were the words that she imagined them tossing her way. She clenched her fists tight. Fingernails digging into the wounds and re-opening them until the blood seeped out of her balled hands. She eyed over the inn she was being led to, old habits dying hard as she quickly scanned for where each window led out, putting together before she entered which room would be the easiest to leave and arouse the least suspicion. It was the central room. It had a bay window above the door. She'd be able to climb out of the window, land on the thatched roof of the entrance, and be off once night fell.

She knew she would be the last on her companion's list to be 'chosen' for a room. She had played that game before. It wasn't fun. What she could take control of however, was choosing the room. She didn't want to have to listen to each member blurt out their petty excuse for not wanting to share a room with the dirty little Dorcha, so she headed upstairs and made her way to the central room with the window before any of them could even utter a word about it. Whomever drew the short straw to have to share with her, well, pity for them.

[User]
Ursaren calmly nodded as Alice talked, mentioning the ideas of the Dark Elves possibly raiding this village. It was a pretty terrible thought, but there were always preventative measures that could be put in place for when they left. "I do not think that the Dark Elves will take calmly to a full fighting force defending a city with new walls. What we could try and do is to rebuild the fortifications of this establishment once again, for insurance, while we stay and defend if the need arises." Ursaren pulled his bag back onto his shoulders as he took a quick pause, stroking his beard gently after. "Though, I don't believe that we need to stay for more than a week at the most. We just need time to recover and breathe."

Ursaren looked at Aeryn for a moment before he spoke again, more directly addressed to her. "Miss, I believe it would be a wise idea if you were to be escorted by someone such as myself around this village. Judging from how these guardsmen took to your presence, I'd feel much more relieved knowing you were being protected." Ursaren patted his chest before giving a hearty laugh. "Not that I don't believe you couldn't handle yourself, hah-hah!"

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For his weapons, Ursaren hugged his trident tightly in his arms before he gave it up to a guardsman. It was reluctant seeing such a beauty being taken from him, but he knew that if he needed her again, he could always find her. It wasn't everyday you wielded a trident with such majesty and elegance as that one, and it wouldn't be the last one for a long time to come. Not if he had anything to say about it.

Ursaren's shield, on the other hand, was kept on him. The edges were beveled, not sharpened, and the elderly man never bashed with it. It wasn't meant for that. It was meant to disperse damage across a plane so it could absorb it. The guards were very reluctant to let the old man keep the shield, but decided it was fine after the old man said he felt safer with it. If they needed to fight him, they could swarm him and take him down no problem. It wasn't like he could take fifteen men at once! Heh!

Hopefully his bear form wouldn't act up while the group was in town.

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Ah, the inn the group would be staying at. It'd been a fair while since Ursaren had been in one, and it was heavily appreciated. The man immediately went over to a table and sat down, simply taking a long-needed rest for his old bones. They ached from time to time, but normally a switch into his bear form could quell the pain long enough for him to relax. He glanced around at the faces of his allies (excluding Aeryn, who left shortly before) and then he decided it was time to speak to his allies. "How are we going to divide the rooms we have?" Everyone in the group saw what Ursaren was, and he wasn't expecting anyone to want to room with him as a result of this.


[System]
Element: Chlorine (Gotta love alliteration)

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Appearance: Stands at about 5'1, not very curvy but has a pretty athletic build and well-defined muscles. Unusual vivid green eyes and short black hair with dark skin. Big lips, usually wears bright red lipstick. She wears green most of the time.

Powers: She instantly kills any bacteria or other pathogens on any surface she touches with her fingertips, so she's good as a medic.
Also can exhale toxins at will that cause immediate blistering and irritation, in the lungs, as well as horrible agony, and death if exposure lasts long enough.
I did a little reading for this and I read that something called a "chlorine iron fire" exists, which I didn't know about. Maybe if someone makes a character for iron, they can kick ass together?

Weapons: n/a

Backstory: Chloe's life before her powers developed was pretty normal and boring, although she has a history of being kind of germophobic and has always been an excellent swimmer. Her toxic breath had to be mastered over time: she first realized she had powers at all (since it's a little hard to realize you've just killed every microorganism on whatever you've touched) when she was walking home stupidly in the dark one day after a party and a young man who was following her startled her from behind, activating her toxic breath. He ended up dying. She struggles with a lot of guilt about this.

[User]
Mahmoud Nobakht

Mahmoud reclined in his chair, a puff of smoke from his cigar wafted in to the air as he awaited the reports from his informants. Mahmoud was a busy man, it took much time to maintain the secrecy and the fluidity of his organizations work. But these were not the reasons for his meeting today. There were other matter that Mahmoud had interest in. This informant was one of many who worked between the nations of the EU for Mamhoud, seeking out others that, like Mamoud himself, had certain powers. Powers that were of great interest to the crime lord.

"Mr. Nobakht, I belive I have some information that is of interest for you." said the informant, triumphantly reporting on his catch. "We have heard reports of a guy who hits up places in the EU, he robs places and when the cops come, place is frozen up. No one has been able to catch him, but I got someone tracking him and reporting back to me. If we're lucky we'll find him, but it might take a while; he never stays in one place understandably."

Mahmoud smiled and tossed some rubles at the Informant. "Do you have any idea where he might be at the moment?"

"Nowhere specific, but we suspect somewhere in Central Europe"

Mahmoud nodded his head, "You have done well"

Alessandra Guillory

Alessa's body shot up as she awoke, looking down to see she had fallen asleep studying again. She groaned before looking over to the clock and gasping. "Shit!" she screamed, grabbing for her backpack, only for her bags and homework to spill out all over the floor. Alessa groaned loudly before shambling to the floor to straighten out her papers. Once in order, Alessa bolted out the door, slamming it shut behind her as she sprinted out of the apartment complex and towards the campus halls. "Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck not again. He's going to kill me if I'm late again." she muttered to herself as she made her way thought the living wall of students and into the hall.

Archaeology class had already began, the professor in the middle of a lecture on the alchemical artifacts of Islamic Egypt. As the pointer made its way to a primitive distiller, Alessa tried to sneak in unnoticed in the back row. It didn't work.

"Ah, late again Miss Guillory?"

Alessa groaned as she hid her face behind her purple backpack in shame. Not again, not again. Maybe buying an alarm would be a good idea, assuming she didn't accidentally kill anyone when she tried to plug it in. Alessa tuned into the dissertation on the Muslim Chemists. Chemistry, ugh, how she hated chemistry. Too much math, too much dangerous chemicals. Archaeology was safe, and just her kind of thing.

[Assistant]
Ra lifted up her eyepatch, looking at the mass amounts of scarring around where here should be. It was an ugly area of her face. And her eye had been damaged without any hope of repair. Stabbed and mutilated beyond belief. But, this wouldn't stop Ra from living life as best as she could. And with that she walked out of her dorm room, heading to the first class of the day she had.

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Fa sat on his bed. His first class wouldn't start for another twenty minuets. So Fa had a hood five minuets before he would have to leave for it. He thought about his sister. Her sweet blue eyes and lilac hair. How they had played as children. But that had been years ago. And Fa doubted that Ra looked the same as she had the last time he had seen her. But for now Fa had to prepare for chemistry class. An ironic class for someone like Fa. Francium.

[User]
The smell of chlorine wafted into Chloe's nostrils as she sat at the edge of the large, rec-center pool that she'd just spent the last two hours swimming in. She used to love the smell, but now she wasn't so sure. Chlorine had been the smell that hung in the air after she killed that poor guy, who had stalked her through the darkness after the party. Half of her wanted to run straight to the police station and turn herself in, but the other half doubted the police would quite believe that she had killed a man with her breath.
She took her feet out of the pool and halfheartedly dried herself. Sitting at the pool and thinking about that night wouldn't help her get over anything. It was an accident. Just an accident, she repeated to herself mentally, but she couldn't help the relief that washed over her when the smell of the swimming pool finally faded to nothing.


[System]
Age (Magical Girl):
14

Age (Before Magical Girl):
24

Gender:
Female

Gender (Before Magical Girl):
Female (No Difference)

Appearance:

Specialization:
Spirit:
 Anaya can see, communicate, and fight along side the spirits of those who passed on, but have unfinished business in the mortal world. Some spirits can even inhabit the dolls she has.

Weapon:
Ranged, Dual Pistols
 Haunted Gambit

Power:
Regeneration:
 Regenerating mana faster, Anaya can survive any near-fatal injury, even ones that have her limbs chopped clean off. Although her neck is a concidered weak point now.

Corrupted Third Eye:
 Other than half of the normal abilities from a third eye, Anaya can see the weak points of enemies and other magical girls, and her simple gaze can make others feel an intense negative emotion such as hate, sorrow, or fear.

 She also has a bit of X-ray vision, which is self-explanitory but still cool.

Perks:
Enhanced Sustenance:
 Anaya doesnt need to sleep much, can supress her hunger longer, and doesnt even need to breathe.

Disguise Artifact:
 A small ring with a morganite cut into a teardrop shape, Anaya can use the ring to disguise herself as another person for a short time, down to the voice.

Soul Jar:
 Adding more to her ironic theme of spectres, Anaya's soul has been transfered to a small lantern like soul jar, usually kept around her neck as a necklace.

Interdimentional Home:
 Self explanitory, Anaya can warp to an apartment building in what seems to be another dimention. She can bring five other people to her apartment, but how can they breathe?

Closure:
 To forgive is to forget. Once Anaya became a magical girl, everything that proved her past self's existance was erased. "It's better that way." Her patron said.

Mystic Artifact:
 A mysterious antique music box. When Anaya winds it up, she can see whats happening in either the past, present, or future, but only once a week.

Patron:
Avalon Browen (Ebon Mint) and "Itgar" (Horrors)

Patron Benefits:
Black Coin:
 As custom, Avalon gave Anaya a black coin, who used it two months in her magical girl life.

Non-Exclusivity:
 Anaya chose to work with a horror called "Itgar", as long as she knew that her true alliance is with the ebon mint.

Marked:
 A small crow on the back of her neck, "Itgar" marked Anaya as one of his 'puppeteers', and so any lesser monster avoids her in fear.

Minions:
 Anaya can summon her own minions to assist her in combat.

Reasonable:
 "Itgar" actually doesnt wanna destroy the mortal realm, nono. It has a much more complicated plan, and might need the realm one day. Not now, but someday...

Takes One To Know One:
 When Anaya looks into the eyes of another magical girl, she can know if they are working with another horror, and can get a clear idea of their weakness.

Transportation:
 Curiously, one of Anaya's patron made it to where if she needs somewhere to be, she would always have a griffin to ride on. But who gave her the mythical creature?

Gifted Item:
 "Itgar" gave Anaya a strange music box, wonder what it does...

Mana Font:
 Anaya has more mana than the normal magical girl.

Patron Drawbacks:
Debt:
 Now that Anaya used her black coin, she is in a debt to her patron, but it's not that deep...right?

Betrayal:
 Anaya still doesnt trust Avalon, even after being "reasured"..

Quick-Tempered:
 "Itgar" doesnt like it's plans to go wrong. Best to try and stay on it's good side.

Bane:
 Anaya has a strange fear of lanterns, having to hide when she's in the presence of one.

Mind-Bent:
 Anaya cant resist "Itgar's" commands, without the proper consequences.

Insomnia:
 Anaya cant sleep without the whispers of "Itgar" and other ghosts plaguing her mind.

Big Brother:
 One of Anaya's patrons tends to be a wee bit..stalkish.

Mind Mutation:
Chaos Engine:
 Anaya cant help to cause her own little mischef once a while, even if she has to get into a fight.

Fighting Style:
 Not having a set style, Anaya relies on speed, distance, strategy, and adaption to fight.

Stats (Untransformed):
STR:3
AGI:4
VIT:6
MAG:5
LCK:4

Stats (Transformed):
STR:5
AGI:6
VIT:7
MAG:12
LCK:6

Personality:
 Tending to speak as little as possible, Anaya is a soft-spoken introvert who gets to her points quick. Her cute demeanor is a guise, hiding her tiny satan-like remorseless and psycotic nature.

History:
 For as long as she can remember, Anaya had been in the hospital for most of her life, sickly and weak. One night, when she turned 24, her patron, Avalon Browen, visted her in hopes of getting a new recruit. Apparently, her mother was a very powerful magical girl, before chosing her father over fighting monsters. Not wanting to stay in the hospital anymore due ti cabin fever, she accepted, a coin being placed in her hand before she became a kid again.

 The first two months were hard, as she had a rough time fighting monsters with what she had, even from her patrons. So she finally used her black coin, and got a second power. But only for a debt, and becoming a dark magical girl.

Incantation:
 "Kin of corruption, I shall make your purification swift."

Additional Info:
The umbrella she always has holds holsters for the Haunted Gambit duo.

[User]
Janet
Having been thrown by Sue's attack, Janet had to take a moment to compose herself. Despite vision being obscured by her Ever Mist spell no one seemed to be hindered much by it. The Sky Captain also seemed to be able to sense past her Incognito. For what the Beacon had supposedly given her it was clearly useless. But the advancing Alexander was more of her concern at the moment. From what she'd seen the barriers were formidable, but not full proof. While it may block many attacks she could still hear him. Upon touching the ground her body collapsed and flowed through narrow cracks toward Alex.

The room began to hum as the mist began to vibrate. While she didn't quite have the same sense as Sue, the two were not that far apart. What was sound after all but a pressure wave? Chaotically stirring the air she hoped to regain some of her stealth from the magical Air user. Surely larger moves would be detected though. Reforming by Justine and Lily a bubble of water wrapped around them. The surface didn't stay pristine long though as it began to ripple. Acting as a massive speaker the bubble unleashed a high pitched, ear splitting sound. Windows rattled and shattered in their frames.

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Shannon
Walking up to Alicia, the Earth girl put a hand on her shoulder. "You can't always help this kind of thing happening. But like you said we will try our best to incapacitate them." Though the immediate threat was over there was still whatever was happening at the castle. Quite a few part of this outside battle had put their all into taking out the threat.

Raising her head she spotted Penny, or what was left of her, out on the ice. "Looks like your friend survived though." Taking her leave she walked over to the water's edge and raised the earth under the ice so it would stop moving and create a bridge. Running across she knelt down and helped Penny up. "That was quite impressive. I've been doing this a while but I can't say I've seen... Her words were cut short when the castle windows blew out and and the ringing sound reached them. At this distance it wasn't a concern but it was still distinctly audible.

[Assistant]
Sue hadn't really intended for Justine to actually keep this banter up. But she was, none the less. Each word was another moment Sue could build up her power, and she wasn't about to let the opportunity slip her by. But maybe she should have. Every word that came falling out of Justine's mouth only served to further enrage Sue. She didn't understand the situation, but she understood How backwards Justine was. She was enslaving magical girls, killing them. Sisters and friends alike, turning against each other, because she believed her one relationship was all that mattered.

 Things were about to get chaotic. Alexander was barking like a junkyard dog. Silloette, Scout, and Anaya just broke into the room. And it was evident that Janet was about to do something. Finally, she had figured out that her soundwaves could be used to disrupt the air, and was able to create a veil within her mist. but it was too little, too late. Sue knew where everyone was, and wasn't about to wait for everyone to change their positions.

 "...No."

 That was the last thing anyone in Sue's vicinity heard before being consumed by an invisible force. It was a vaccum, so no amount of sound could permeate it. The powerful sound waves might have shattered windows, but everyone inside Sue's vaccum was deaf to everything around them. It quickly encompassed the immediate area, Justine and Janet included. But for those gifted with a third eye, they could tell this was just the beginning of a much larger spell. Sue wasn't even trying to create a barrier, she was trying to remove everyone she could from this place. Sue, Justine, Janet, Alexander, Lily, and Helga were all going to leave the overcity. Though there was still time for a few hitchikers to join them, should they understand what was going on. For those that stayed behind, they would see that part of the top floor blink out of existence. There was a hole that lead straight down into the room below.

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 Sue and everyone she had traveled with were now hundreds of feet over the ocean, far away from Penrose train station where they entered the overcity from. The vacuum had disappeared, as it was just an effect of the dimensional shift. That move had taken quite a bit of Sue's stored up mana, but she still had quite a bit left. Shifting out of the overcity wasn't just for a change of scenery. Sue was able to alter the air around the floor and make it move the way she wanted. By blasting the floor behind herself with wind, she was able to catapult Justine, Janet, and Lily into the air, who were in front of her. In the event the trio made it in, Sue would make sure the wind didn't hit them with any kind of force, or would simply move the air around them. Without supporting walls, the floor acted like a seesaw. It was steadily falling, but at a slow rate thanks to Sue's wind magic. If anyone fell off the side due to the sudden drop, they would find themselves slowly descending with the floor because of a strong upward draft. But She was definitely starting to clean out her reserves with everything she was trying to do at once. With the three magical girls thrown into the air, Sue floated off the floor and attempted to snatch lily out of the air with her tendrils. She then pulled back her arm to prepare her remaining mana for a special attack. She was scowling like a crazed berzerker, and her eyes were still bloodshot from the crying she did earlier.

 "You don't get to save your sister!" She shrieked.

 When sue hurled her fist forward, a blast of wind rushed by her opponents. While the wind attack itself was relatively weak, the vacuum behind it was closing with enough force to mimic the sound of thunder.

Age: 24/11 | Gender: Female/Female | Illusion, Gravity
Body | Power of Friendship, Regeneration | Moirai
Wings, Soul Jar, Martial Training, Familiar, Environmental Sealing, Gifted, Awareness, Mystic Artifact

Magical Overload, Paragon, Blessing, Gifted Item | Monster Form, Big Brother, Arrogance, Vendetta
Redirected Magic, Second Specialization | Non-Standard Limbs, Destroyer

STR: 05 | AGI: 04 | VIT: 05 | MAG: 03 | LCK: 03

STR: 12 | AGI: 08 | VIT: 10 | MAG: 16 | LCK: 05

Earnings this post: Zilch

Total: 1 Gold, 45 Silver, 49 Bronze

 Oh, now this was very good for Tonya.

 Escaping the overcity was the hard part, or at least, Tonya thought it was. But now that they were back in the real world, the only thing she had to worry about was orchestrating Justine's downfall. She'd aid Justine's foes as best she could, obstructing their apparent position while using her gravity magic to assist their attacks.

[User]
"Uh...we got a problem here." Anaya walked over to the barrier the maids were trying to climb up. "A barrier? Must've been Alex's doing." Scout remarked, retracting her roots as her leg healed with her opal necklace. The witch stomped on the ground as if to regain feeling in her leg. "Ya think you could grab your dolls and break this thing?" She asked the mage.

 "Hmm..." Anaya thought as the time-wielding idol they were stuck with, Shade, asked them if they could do something about the barrier. "Not really." Scout shrugged. "Guess I could have my dolls try to break it but..." before the mage could finish giving her idea, Shade had already broke through the barrier with ease, prompting a jaw drop from Scout.

 "Huh. Thanks." Anaya nodded to Shade, patting the witch's shoulder. "Come on then."

 "Oh, right!!" Scout sprinted up the staircase, Anaya and Theresa in tow. Once the duo arrived at the battleground, the witch caught sight of Lily and Alex, and the vampire she believed was Justine. "Alex! Lil-" that was the last thing Scout said before everything went silent. Okay, who muted the fight?! she thought. Scout decided to forget about it, and ran up to the altar chamber, just before it dissapeared.


[System]
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A blue-eyed Krysa, a little short for her species and sex – still noticeably taller than most humans. Her tousled, curly light-brown hair falls a little further than her shoulders, locks resting on her upper arms. Her left ear is damaged – possibly burned – at the tip. She is smiling brightly and giving the camera a salute.

These three lines are written in Krysa glyphs. The transliterations are not difficult.
Gender: ♀
Race: Krysa

The rest of the application is written in human language, but abominable handwriting. The translations are grueling.
Relevant Abilities: I don't do any housework, but I'm definitely stronger than most of you. I'm also an inventor and an engineer and a chemist and sort of a smith and I've dabbled in galvanism.

Tell us about yourself: My sister tells me I should just say (A Krysa glyph representing manic energy) for this. I think she's joking. But I do things fast and I don't like to sit still. I'm hard to put down.

Work history: I'm Krysa. We do a lot of science here. My science tends to explode, sometimes on purpose. Don't worry, though – the explosions are mostly controlled. I'm mostly careful. And anyway, explosions mean progress! They're basically how steam engines work, you know.

Tools you are skilled with: You know how if you focus light it can burn things? I've been playing with that lately. I don't think my prototypes are strong enough, though, so I'll bring a big hammer and a high-powered shotgun. Do you know what a shotgun is? I can show you if there's something you don't mind me destroying.

Occult Knowledge: I don't think magic likes me, personally, but I know some designs and materials that it likes. I use it with some of my inventions for energy amping and such. I bet I can guess how your catalysts work.

[User]
Polina LayeFarisian Maid

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They had their marching orders, even if the briefing they received was a little less than satisfactory. If anything, it was very unorthodox, and even Polina gave a bit of a start when the catgirl maid was unceremoniously heaved over the side of the airship. All things considered, it was a very audacious move, coming on the heels of disparaging the demons for lacking 'decency or human morals,' but who was Polina to judge?

No, screw that, she was going to judge.

Not that it was the right time to. She already considered it a win that Myrilla hadn't noticed her new gift, yet. She simply gave a nod at the woman after receiving her parachute and additional supplies before launching herself over the side alongside the rest of her squad. In the air, feeling the wind buffet against her and her billowing maid uniform, she let herself freefall until she was halfway to the ground. Deploying her parachute ahead of many of the others, she trailed almost leisurely behind in the air, giving her time to unsling her battle rifle from her shoulder, affix its scope, and to make sure her weapon was loaded, finishing her little checklist with satisfying rack of the bolt once she was sure that its ten-round magazine was in place.

That done, she took in the situation before her from her slowly descending vantage point. The northern quarters of the city had been just about destroyed, as described. Yet Polina knew enough about human resilience and determination that there were likely still survivors in that zone, and the faster they intervened, the more could be helped. She began to look through her scope down towards the north, and then towards the defensive line to evaluate its strength, but then the reverberating sound of demonic roaring took her attention to the east. Just as she neared rooftop level, she spotted it—a strange, large lumbering black mass.

Hesitating for a few moments, she squared the butt of her rifle on her shoulder, and three carefully aimed shots rang out in sequence, aimed center-mass at the creature in the distance. With luck, it would do some damage, or at least she could gauge its reaction. Either way, she would likely get its attention.

A moment later, she sank below the rooftops and into the landing zone. Quickly cutting herself free of her chute with one of her many bladed weapons, she took stock of the situation around her, spotting the rest of her team nearby. Without any obvious assigned leader, she decided to take charge, having the larger share of experience among a decent number of them… and also the fact that they needed to know about the colossal amount of trouble she had intentionally dumped atop them.

"It may not be too late to save some civilians. The problem is big, black, lumbering, and coming to us, I made sure of that. Girls, let's get into defensive positions. That thing is probably the biggest threat all around, and I want to see what it can do before we commit to assaulting it."

[Assistant]
Location:
Cogsfell
12.000 hours
This@AzureKnight@Pyromania99@Sniblet@VitaVitaAR

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Whatever Myrilla thought of Lucrecia's words, she gave no indication as she'd stand at the side of the ship, watching each of maids dive overboard with their given mission. It was no doubt in part to see their judgment and function in the field, after all…even if the had all the information in the world, demons were rarely so easily dealt with.

As they fell, the could see demons. Some small, some larger, running through the streets. The smell of fire, sulfur and fell heat quickly met the maids as they'd fall, and Polina, saw fit to launch a pre-emptive strike on the demons that she saw, noticeably…the largest one she could currently see. Three shots from her rifle above the howls of demonic beasts and occasionally scream from an unlucky human.

Each shot would hit its mark, hitting the creatures centermass even if it was hard to tell what exactly it was this far away, or how much damage it did, but the moment the bullets pierced the creatures flesh, itd stop whatever it was doing, screeching loudly and beating the ground with large hands as it'd furiously turn in the direction of the shots fired.

It would not take long for the creature that Polina had antagonized to show itself. The unintelligible screeching and roaring was already heading in their direction. They could feel the ground rumble slightly, loud, fast footsteps as whatever it was charged right for them. A loud, demonic growl as it'd round the corner of a nearby building, slamming into it with its body and knocking what little remained of the building into rubble.

It was…some sort of large, black, hollow creature. The size of a tank, and built like a gorilla with shorter legs and large, massive hands used for walking as it slid to a halt, nearly crashing into the fountain as it'd turn its headless, hollow body towards Polina. Instead of a head or any seeming vital organs, it was replaced with a hollow that was as big as the width of its shoulders that was full of roiling, hot magma. Its flesh was black and tarry, smelling of burned flesh.

She could see the charred, quickly melting, remains of recently deceased in the beasts 'stomach', if the hollow space could be called that.

There was no doubt about it, this was a Greater beast. The shots Polina fired seemed to have done nothing but agitate it for the moment as it immediately charged towards the maid, seemingly aware that she was the one that had attacked it.

Katherine and the others could hear other demons howling. A group of demonic hounds bolted into the square, having heard the commotion, numbering about six. Odd, discordant laughter could be heard not far away, too and was slowly getting closer.

Seemed this little stunt had alerted a decent number of demons to their location.

Perhaps they should finish this quickly.

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"Bozhe…I still can't believe you did that." Leoniya sighed. "And was it wise not to tell them more? They are just recruits, we should be helping-"

"I'm not coddling them, rat." Myrilla tersely replied. "Better now they get acquainted with how brutal the denizens of Naraheim can be, especially those of the first circle." She'd chuckle, watching as one of the maids decided to paint a giant target on their collective backs from her perch above. "If they can clean up and find out what happened here, then that means their training and skills are at least passable. If not…then I'm feeding every single one of them to my pet."

"Prostite?"

"...Oh, nothing. I just have a lovely pet dog back home. He's quite the vicious and voracious little thing." Myrilla turned, dress fluttering in the wind as she'd bring the cigarette pipe back to her mouth. "That said, if things truly turn dire…you have my permission to use that toy of yours."

"Pravda?! Oh great serpent I haven't been able to use him in ages!" Leoniya smiled brightly. "I shall go make sure he's ready to drop!"

[User]
Eleanor wasn't as scared of heights as she was of things that ought to be familiar to her suddently turning unfamiliar, otherwise she would've been shaking like a leaf as soon as she stepped into the airship. No – it was the moment she was issued her rifle and instructions that she felt her legs start to buckle and wobble. Not that she was unfamiliar with guns altogether, as her grandmother kept a pair of lighter women's rifles for them to use whenever the local lord deigned to invite the two tavern keepers, also famous in their area for the way they prepared fresh game, on one of his hunts; it was when she saw the loading mechanism that the rifle wasn't the single-shot type that she was more accustomed to.

At least the newfangled contraption was handed to her pre-loaded but still, what in Hell's Kitchen was she to do once she ran out of bullets, not to mention when those... things would start to come at her? It looked so easy when she watched her squadmates work their weapons, but could she also pull it off as deftly as they did, and in a pinch no less? Could she keep the thing from jamming, or heaven forbid, blowing up in her hands? So long as this one thing kept worrying her, not even ten bandoliers of ammunition around her waist could make her feel better (an obviously stupid idea in any case), especially knowing that they won't be facing the likes of criminals or terrorists, but outright abominations and creatures straight out of nightmares.

Jumping from as high as they did was no less scary, but at least it took her mind off her rifle for a while. The thought that the dress with the shorter skirt she picked for herself wouldn't gather as much air as the others' would as they dropped cheered her up, but only a little, and not for very long.

Unlike the rifle, the parachute was much simpler to work: just yank the ripcord like so when you feel it's the right time to do so, and – voila! – arrive at your destination looking like an intact human being and not like a pizza that's botched, bloodied and flattened beyond all recognition. That easy! There was still the issue of extricating herself from the limp, clumsy thing once she landed, but thankfully Polina and the others were standing not very far from where she wound up. Free from her parachute, Eleanor unshouldered her rifle, inspected it one more time to the best of her ability, and quickly made her way to her squad. "Polina! Everyone! I'm coming with you!" she cried as she hurriedly let loose one shot, and then another, at the hideous things as soon as they reared their ugly heads. She wasn't really counting on her bullets hitting anything that mattered, but at least maybe she could distract the monsters for a little longer while the rest of the squad did their thing.

[Assistant]
Target assessment isn't the fun part. Astreya takes a quick scan around at the creatures surrounding them, and doesn't exactly decide to delegate, but quickly picks where she wants to shoot and where she'd rather have someone else take care of it.
Somebody else can figure out the tactics. She points her big gun center mass at the big thing.

One spray of buckshot lets off, accompanied by a puff of steam from one of the more wildly angled pipes on her weapon, and it visibly staggers her. Keeping an eye on the beast's reaction, she adjusts her posture and fires another, then another, then another, getting faster, steam bursts chugging along at smaller and smaller intervals, empty belt feeding out the side. The sound is... louder than gunshots, for sure, but she doesn't seem to mind at all.
Of course she doesn't. She's laughing now. Cackling, actually, her tail swishing with wild energy. In a fairer contest, against any other opponents, she could possibly be the most disturbing thing on the block right now.


[System]
Appearance:

Personality: Mithias is lost in an eternal and futile struggle to maintain his morality. He really doesn't have a clue anymore what's right or wrong but can't resist the pursuit of the idea. He's forgotten a lot of his past, and not willingly. Vague memories and familiarities resurface every now and again, leaving his questions unanswered. Having no idea what events left him this way, he forgoes ever hoping to learn and forces himself to move on, helping others instead of caring about his own past. He's fairly friendly. Surviving is a lot easier with allies.

Abilities:

Mind-ward
Pyrokinesis
Telekinesis
Blood-drinking (health and power gain)
Fast-healing/regeneration
Supernatural level speed and strength
Unaging
Basic fighting

Equipment:

Swords, Jacket, guns, claws, etc.

Origin: Hell's Coffee Lounge
Theme Song: To be decided.

[User]
Firebrand couldn't help but smiling as the machine went tumbling from sight. Maybe now he'd get an opportunity to catch his breath. Then there was a shout, and an impact, and the whole building shuttered and gave way beneath them.

He fell for a moment, wings struggling to find purchase in the air, then spotted the less fortunate among them falling fast and hard. He'd heard that fish thing say something about having a way out, so he pointed himself downward and dived toward the human. Matching his speed he reached out with his feet and snatched the human out of the air by his shoulders, the demons wings slowly decreasing the speed of their descent. Finally they stopped and hovered in the air.

Firebrand smiled down at him as the other demon flitted around like a ball of nervous energy, face stuck somewhere between absolute horror and fanboy glee. "Phase one went well enough." Firebrand said, "I certainly hope phase two wasn't 'die like men,' because from the look of that glow he plans to kill us like ants."

He reached up tenderly with his ruined hand and it just sufficed to pull the chain of his Claw Talisman from around his neck and pass it off to the young demon at his side. The demon looked confused, until Firebrand pointed down at the human. The demon nodded, dropped down, and placed the talisman around the humans neck like it was bestowing an award. The effect was instantaneous as the man felt whatever it was inside that told him he could do magic surge, doubling in potency. "Cast them if you've got them my friend." Firebrand said. "I'll try and keep you safe as best I can."

@Absolis@Nightknight@supertinyking@Absolis

[Assistant]
Horatio Isodore

Location: Classified, Great Britain

Horatio stood there at the war table, garbed like a living armory, and surrounded by his most trusted and powerful warriors, of which he had commanded in countless bloody battles both inside and outside of the Infernum's borders. The room was completely dark and dank, the stone walls cracked and in disrepair after centuries of neglect, though conditions like these were of no concern to the devils, who were trained to dwell in all but the most hostile environments. He had on the table a map of the world that had been explored by his scouts, which he gazed into while using his scrying magic to keep track of his agent, Vulga, who had been deployed to Winnipeg in Canada, initially to monitor the condition of this border region, but now Vulga is in the middle of a warzone, and would have to fight alone.

Horatio knew that Vulga was a talented agent though, and would not be so easy to detect and kill. Nonetheless, he is paying very close attention on the status of the battle, should action need to be taken for any purpose. It was during this time though that a telepathic signal had been sent straight to the Pit Lord's mind from a Hamatula. "Sir! A foreign radio signal has been picked by our sensors! Do you wish to read the report?" Mentally, he replied: "Yes". The Pit Lord then concentrated his magic on viewing the report that was in the devil's hand one floor above his current location. "This is Martin Robinson, Roboticist from Space Station 13, Formerly owned by Nanotech. We may be facing a large scale event on the plant. A possible singularity, is all I could hazard guess at...but....If there is anyone out there, with better equipment than this...I need your help. Come unarmed....but prepared. We have work to do, and we must do it fast, because this may either be nothing, or the largest event in history..." So the report says.

Apparently some mortal using foreign measuring instruments had come to speculate that something significant was happening on the planet they were on that may warrant further inquiry. While Horatio found it easy to dismiss these as ramblings of a deranged weak-minded humanoid, the fact that the distress call had such a powerful signal behind it and would be publically transmitted as opposed to encrypted raised some alarm bells. Perhaps a cry for help? Or maybe, this mortal knew something that others have yet to become aware of. Whatever the reasoning behind this broadcast was, it roused Horatio's interests, if only slightly, and knew that this was worthy of some sort of investigation, least information slip from his grasp.

The Pit Lord told the Hamatula to resume his duties. He then telepathically talked to his second in command, Carno, a strong Cornugon who had stood near him, planning with the other devil strategists on the best methods of conquest and defensive measures. "Carno." Carno jolted to attention with tens of thousands of years of reflex upon the utterance of his name. "Sir!" He mentally replied. Horatio continued: "You are to identify and pinpoint the origins of the radio signal as detailed in Report #117816. You are then to give agent Vulga upon his return the order to investigate the source of the signal and identify its causation before anyone else does. He is also to identify the number and conditions of creatures behind the signal, and to use any means necessary to extract information from them. He is not to kill any creature there except in self defense. Once the information is obtained, the creatures safety becomes irrelevant. If others do arrive at the scene before, during, or after his discovery, he is not to engage. Avoiding detection is optional. He may reveal his identity if necessary. Assuming it is feasible, retrieve DNA samples from the creatures and any others you encounter. You have your orders." With a passionate sir yes sir, Carno immediately passed the order down the chain of command.

Horatio continued to watch Vulga's every move and his status from half the world away, pondering his next move.

@supertinyking

[User]
@Nightknight @Wraithblade6 @Absolis @thewizardguy

 "CANNON BALL!" Ozo yells, as he becomes Robo-Ozo, using the moments of free fall to transform, him smashing into the ground with a loud thud, crushing stone under his now metal form, his armor plates doing well to pulverize the bits of cement, or whatever the building was made of. However, he found himself quickly buried by the building falling onto him, pinning him down under it. Lucky for him, he vanishes into the river, watching the battle from below. Enki was causing havoc, and Ozo knew he couldn't do much. However, maybe he could eat someone who could.
 Swimming out into the battle between the traitor forces of the skull man, and Viral's men, Ozo watched, looking for a powerful combatant. He needed more strength, and these men had slaughtered almost a third of the city. Ozo held no pity, nor mercy for such animals. Trample the weak, that was their plan. Now it was time for them to be devoured. Slowly, he swam under them, looking for a prime target to devour. He took his time, to an extent, knowing that if he rushes ahead he could end up as fried fish sticks, which would do him, nor his allies any good.
 "Which one of you monsters will be my next meal?" He wonders, in his mind, licking his lips.

[Assistant]
Mithias was already on his feet with swords drawn when the center of the room ultimately exploded, tossing him aside. There was no way he could have anticipated such an attack, even with his supernatural perceptions. His first thought was that the Outliners had used some sort of weird, ghoul, kaja-hooi shit to sucker-punched them all right in the face. He was furious. He had no knowledge of Tyrannid, or races like them, and so had no concept of what was inside that massive, disgusting pod. All Mithias knew was that battle had begun, and he had to be ready to react to anything. As he got up, he felt the touch of a hand on his shoulder and instinctively flinched and threw it off. Having lost his grip on Mithias, Keith was only able to pull Argonious into his protected shadow realm.

The tentacled creature burst out of its shell, quickly melting people with its goo. Wisely, Mithias stepped back and realized he had to hold his breath. The caustic fumes and spatter were potentially lethal, even for him if he were exposed to enough of it. he had no idea how to approach this monster, or even if he should, but there was no one around to seek guidance from, he was technically surrounded by enemies. They all were. Could this meeting really not have been a setup from the start?

Thankfully, yet suspiciously, the Imperial general proved himself very capable of destroying the monster and did so. As its burn-out form smoldered into ashes before them, Mithias exclaimed accusingly at Kaldor, "'Planet-wide evacuation??' Is that really necessary?!" Mithias shook his head in fury and confusion, sputtering from having forgotten already NOT to breathe. He glanced at the others who appeared to have been struggling similarly. Keith's clones began to appear, and it became clear the attack was not over. Similar, dog-like monsters were now running around, attacking people.

How could this have happened? What were these creatures, and why did they suddenly appear exactly here, at this crucial moment? Mithias' quick wit put the pieces together for him... It was a betrayal by the Imperium of Man. It had to be. They must've summoned a threat that they knew their enemies couldn't contend with, and yet one that they apparently could handle just fine. What easier way would there be to claim Arcadia? Simply wipe out your enemies with a "disease" of sorts, then come back later to a world ready for cleansing, and all the while, they would look like heroes. It was laughably simple.

Mithias wasn't going to have any part of this. With Keith and Argonious safe, he had no moral obligation to remain there. Self-preservation could be pursued with no holds barred. He'd have to find a way to deal with these foul monsters as well as the other factions, but that could all be worked out later. He made a dash for the edge of the platform only to be met with one of the large dog-beasts. He slashed, and his sword skid off the armor. The damn thing was plated, and fast. It swiped at him, and he dodged, only for it to leap with the weight of its body on top of him. A telekinetic blast threw the thing aside, but not before a long claw had reached far enough to tear into Mithias' chest.

Mithias shouted, yet the pain was brief in his adrenaline-fueled state. The creature was back up and charging again like some kind of rabid machine. This time, he lifted it, and burned it from the inside with his pyrokinesis much like Kaldor had. The only problem was, this method of killing these creatures was slow, and there were more coming by the second.


[System]
Physical Form: Around 176cm (5'9") tall, his body shape is very human, save for the fact that his 'skin' is coloured a solid shade of red, and he also has two small horns on his head and a short, skinny tail. For a demon, he's pretty scrawny, and even by human standards he's not very muscular. He doesn't wear clothing, although as he lacks an anatomy he has nothing that needs covering up. He is also incandescent. At low levels of power the glow is only noticeable in darkness, although at higher levels of power it will become more obvious. The shade of his skin also becomes brighter as he grows more powerful.

Abilities: Torrens Igneus is the embodiment of heat and flame. He has no flesh, not even demon flesh. Instead his body is simply a solid shell for storing heat. Torrens absorbs heat and fire to gain in power, and he must consume regularly since the heat continuously leeches out of his body. He has the ability to actively draw on his internal reserves of heat and fire to create and manipulate fire, often in very creative and versatile ways. His body is always hot, with a temperature in proportion to his power, so his very touch often causes things to burst into flame and, given enough time or effort, can melt through metal and stone (power depending). In addition to this, his physical form is indestructible. Whenever he would normally take damage, he instead loses a portion of his energy to the surroundings. Similarly, coldness or, worse yet, water will conduct energy out of him faster than normal. If he is ever without any energy, his form hardens into a stone statue, idle until revived. It is also worth noting that Torrens' abilities aren't limited to normal fire. He can absorb and use more exotic forms of fire too, from sickening soulflame to the all-consuming Empryean, although he must first collect a sample of such flames since he is unable to inter-convert between them.

Personality: Torrens is highly cunning and quick-thinking, which allows him to put his powers to good use on the battlefield. He enjoys basking in fiery destruction (generally of his foes). He is also quite cavalier most of the time, and will happily taunt his foes. He would flirt more often too, if his very touch didn't immolate most people. Despite this, he is quite loyal to his boss and will seek to satisfactorily complete jobs assigned, for he knows the benefits of keeping a good reputation.

Wants/Needs: Mostly, Torrens just wants to watch the world burn- up close of course. He enjoys the thrill of destruction, and to feast on the flames. He'll also go to quite some lengths to get his hands on exotic forms of fire. In his down-time he likes to find a nice hot furnace or lava pit to rest in.

Relationships: He may be familiar with other demons, although it has been quite a long time. He makes every effort to be friendly to anyone with pyromancy abilities too.

Backstory: Torrens has long since left hell for the overworld, for he was bored with hell and sought excitement on the surface. He has served a couple of other Dungeon Keepers in previous ages, and now he finds himself here in this new world. He was naturally drawn to this new Keeper, who he intends to serve as they march out to burn down the land.

Other: Theme: Cavaliere - Two Steps From Hell

[User] "You know how this works old sport, you get nothing for free. I am running a business after all." Azavarn said with a side glance to his hellspawn brother. "Besides eight humans is quite the request, especially if one is expecting it for free." He said he looked over his crowd of human cattle. "Though I may be open up for a trade of sorts, no souls required." The red haired demon said as he looked passed That Which Consumes Peace and directly at She Who Bathes in Blood, giving the smaller demon a wicked wink.

[Assistant]
Following his fellow demon's eyes, That Which Consumes Peace understands immediately. She Who Bathes In Blood gives a giggle and a bow, except that it is not her face that is facing towards Azavarn. "Very well. However, I expect her back, so don't break her.", the darker demon says. That then picks out 8 humans that are in good or decent shape, and mostly young adults with 2 of them being closer to middle age.
"If you would separate these humans from the rest, but keep them chained together of course. Thank you."

[User]
Azavarn's comment seemed to spark a sort of amusement in Clotho. She opened her right hand, revealing a yellow butterfly that spread its wings and flitted into the air. A wry smile was sent the demon's way as the swarm queen replied, "The time may come...when you prove yourself worthy of my respect." She knelt to examine the young captive, who buried her face into the leg of the old alchemist in fear. When faced with a being like Clotho, even the strangest human was preferable. For a reason Clotho couldn't quite place, that rubbed her the wrong way. Returning to her full height, she remarked, "She'll work," as she joined Azavarn's gaze at the dying village. "The dungeon would have been that much stronger if every villager had been captured, and every material looted. Instead, death and destruction lay waste to what could have been useful. They are so much like children. To maximize returns, it might be wise for the two of us to work together in the future. Twitch, Shukra, and Athinar are not entirely irredeemable."

With the appearance of That Which Consumes Peace and She Who Bathes in Blood, Clotho felt that her idle time had come to an end. Perhaps it was her human origin, but demons still perturbed her. Executing a slight bow in the direction of Azavarn, she unfurled her wings and took off, moving so quickly that she might as well have teleported. In the air, it came to her attention that the village had not yet been engulfed by a raging pyroclast. Perhaps the little girl's intentions lie elsewhere. She spotted the demon Torrens easily, and from there was able to trace the object of his conversation: Emily herself. Believing herself to be able to outspeed any sort of arcane explosion, Clotho sped toward the pair and touched down opposite Torrens, lest his incredible heat begin to cook her in her own carapace. "The conquest is complete," she told him, not sure if Emily was in a state susceptible to talk, "No challenge, just as expected. Most of the Master's forces are moving off. Have you two any further business here?"

[Assistant]
Athinar grunted at the darkwraith briefly, not giving much attention to the gaunt figure. He didn't care much for the creatures, for if they got to someone before Athinar, it just wasn't as gratifying to draw blood. Also, they didn't really bleed themselves, just kind of oozed. However, his actions perked Athinar's interest. As the black sword pierced the man's chest, droplets of blood splattered over Athinar's helmet and chest, causing his eyes to dilate and nostrils to flare. The metallic scent hung in the air between them, allowing Kor to start a conversation easier. "Yeah, they're a bunch of little pansies who haven't seen a real bloodbath before."  Athinar cracked his knuckles and stood casually, noting that excepting the other servants of the Boss, the village was devoid of activity. Then, that one fire demon, Torrens, his name was, came out, on fire, and the blacksmith following. Athinar's eyes narrowed as Torrens pointed directly at him, and the little blacksmith scampered his way.

 When the small man reached him, terrified and out of breath, he gasped, to Athinar, "I was t-told th-that y-you'd spare me if I gave myself u-up! Please, don't kill me!" Athinar growled at the smith, causing even the militiamen in chains to shift nervously. "I'd prefer to cut you and your friends down here right now, but since my Boss told me to not to, I guess you can go with your friends back there."  The blacksmith broke out in a sweat, and thanked Athinar profusely. Rolling his eyes, Athinar bitch slapped him across the face with his gauntlet, not hard enough to snap his neck, but hard enough to break his jaw and draw blood. Clapping the irons around his wrist, he pulled himself close, breathing into his ear. "Make no mistake, little man, by the time we're through with you, you'll WISH you were dead." Kicking him to the back of the line, Athinar let him lie on the ground for the time being.

 Almost as if he could sense his name being spoken, he felt his eyes drawn to Clotho, the bug woman gaining all his attention. She was hovering next to Azavarn and two other demons, in conversation. The way her chitin glistened fascinated Athinar. It was nothing like anything he had seen before. Watching her as she flew to the center of the village, where Torrens and the homunculus were, Athinar sized up the situation, bloodlust sated briefly by violence. The homunculus was summoning some.... magical thing, Torrens was trying to talk to her, and now Clotho was as well. Athinar turned to Kor and said, "Wonder what's going on down there. Dunno what that construct is doing, but whatever it is, it's got the attention of Flamebrain and Bug-arse."

[User]
Emily finished her song, thankfully almost done by the time the fire creature - Torrens, she thought his name was, and his nature was certainly interesting to the point Emily would have to see how he dealt with Empyrean at a later date - came down to speak with her. He complimented her songe, which Emily always liked. So few of the Keeper's minions appricated her singing talents. And then he asked what the run did, as it held a pulse for several seconds, and then sank into the ground.
"It's both a beacon and a gate" She explained, before the bug-woman also appeared, just in time for the first Fire Spirit to fly out of the ground. There was no giant eruption, no ripping of the earth, no disterbance of any kind, since the spirits where not physical enough to do anything on this plane. And then more came, around thirty in all aproximation, from all over the village, everywhere the rune had encompassed.

The Fire Spirits where very close to the human's idea of a 'demon'. Firy, legless beings with a hot-headed nature and rather erratic flight patterns, they could be rather intimidating to one that did not know them. However, they ignored the three on the ground - as per Emily's instruction - and instead went for the cadavers. The spirits could clearly be seen scrapping with each other for who could inhabit the limited number of souless husks, and so some where inevitably pushed into the more wounded of bodies. The unlucky ones had to settle for the bodies terribly mutilated, and barely human at all, but still more physical than what they where.
"That, is what it does. And, that is what I was waiting here for. I am glad that nobody tried to interupt me while I was doing that. Small rituals are fine, but something this size would be likely to spill Muspelheim into our realm, and make the area contained in this rune an eternal super-lava pit, and the increase in temprature would affect everything for miles and miles, which would basically screw up the eco-system and, in fifty or so years, make this a hunk of rock with a highly unpredictable weather pattern" She told the two, looking out to the spirits.

The ones who had managed to get bodies that where intact spent a few moments working out how everything moved, and getting used to their new abilities and limitations. The maimed humans, who missed chunks of their body, began to leak out fire from the wounds, and would - in several hours - make Abominations or more likely, obliterate their hosts entirely.
"So, I think I have just sorted out the central heating problem in the Dungeon" she joked, giggling to herself as she touch her - broken - nose and then grimiced in pain. "Ow....remind me to work on the flying when we get back" she grumbled, clearly not in anyway skeptical or wary of the two minions.

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Narza opens her eyes, slight disappointed that the music ended. She was enjoying listening, and had never heard anything like that before. The village, in the bare moments that she could remember, did have instruments, but those few instruments were shoddy and poorly made, played by unskilled and depressed villagers that had no time for hobbies. In contrast, Emily's music was rich, clear, and beautiful, seeming literally all the more magical.

Now that her eyes were open, she could see the great number of spirits flying out of the ground. She could feel they had souls, but they also seemed to be on fire, as if they were a fire elemental. Even more interesting was that the fire spirits were flying into the empty bodies she had left after taking the souls. I wonder if I can absorb those thingies o.o

The now-usual fog coiled around her body, Narza swoops down toward the nearest fire spirit, which was currently looking around for a body to inhabit after it had been beaten to the punch. Looking into the village, the spirit had its back turned to Narza and didn't see her approach until it was too late. Narza springs an ice wall up in front of the fire spirit and flies into the spirit, attempting to absorb it. To her dismay, the spirit burned on contact with her spiritual essence and Narza jerked backwards. "Oww! Jerk." Pouting, Narza flings an icicle at the perplexed spirit and flies toward the center of the village. The icicle passes harmlessly through the spirit and lodges in the melting ice wall.

"Hey, can you make more of those?" Narza asks Emily excitedly. It had just occurred to her that if Emily can keep making spirits to fill the empty humans, Narza could eat all of the human's souls she wouldn't get in trouble because the humans wouldn't be useless. (Do all the minions know each other beforehand, or were they all assembled recently?)
2 orcs, 119 tormented humans, 2 clerics, one twisted little girl, 3 Elementals, and Derrik the dark mage

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Torrens stood upright as all the Fire Spirits burst out of the ground and flew across the village, hunting for bodies. He smiled at the sight of fire everywhere, despite the fact that it wasn't burning anything.

"That sounds pretty good, actually. Could you do that some time?" Torrens said, with a laugh to let the others know that he wasn't entirely serious. An eternal lava pit would be exactly what Torrens wanted, although destroying the world to have it may make some of his allies a little unhappy. "Maybe just a small one."

Torrens' face lit up at the thought. "Yes! About time we fixed that."

"I could help with that. I've got some experience with rocket flight," Torrens offered. He was sincere, since he was starting to like Emily. She was useful- she generated fire, he ate it. He could see the benefit of staying on her good side.

Looking around to the rising bodies, and the village which was now empty save for the zombies and themselves, Torrens remarked, "I think we're done here. I'll see if I can get back to the Dungeon without burning down too much forest." He waved to Clotho and Emily and started the trek back to the Dungeon.


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Aleksander Slavik - Lurking Shadow
Evfimiia Serdiatnitskiia - GreenGoat
Illia Anastasia - Hammerman
Kaede Kobayashi - astralGemini
Kriv 'Jackal' Westari - dragonmancer
Lizaveta Koshkov - Rune_Alchemist
Mable - Piercing Light
Rafael - Kazemitsu
Septim - Zombehs
Sieve - HokumPocus

Linebacker Armadillo: A large omnivorous mammal, the Linebacker highly resembles an armadillo. They can grow to as large as seven feet tall, and weigh around 700 pounds/317 kilograms. With hard plates covering their body made of dermal bone they are incredibly durable, enough to completely negate weaker attacks anywhere but their lower stomach, which is softer than the rest of their body. They stand on two legs,
though if need be they can crawl. Their arms are powerful, easily able to lift a car. On each of their hands are four claws which are capible of slicing through prey like a hot knife through butter. If they feel their life is in danger they can curl up into a ball and roll away.
While this covers their weakpoint, they are unable to see while curled up. The Linebacker isn't a very intelligent animal, and is easily provoked or tricked.

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Rafael

Rafael turned his dimly glowing eye towards Mable as she seemed to give him an order. "Let someone else get their hands dirty. It'll be a good learning experience on how to skin, debone, and gut something." He said, he obviously had experience in it. Especially with the 'tools' he had at his disposal. Although he doubted anyone paid much attention to his body shifting and molding to fit what he needed when he needed it. Hell even the people back in his world barely paid attention, more intend on filling him with bullets or fleeing in terror.

Rolling his shoulders a bit he plopped down on the grass. The plague-man seemed to be havi9ng a break down at the revelations of the absence of a plague. It was probably his entire existence to fight it and here they are plagueless. "Settle down and save the meltdown for a fight. Better to put all that emotion into combat than a conversation." He said while playing with the grass. It was still weird touching it, experiencing something he hadn't for so long.

While he toyed with the plant life the others were introducing, reintroducing, and telling the rest their objectives. A clone, which was just barely legal in his time, a soldier of some sort, and the rest. The one who called for the meeting shot the ground near the reptile who was mowing down on a whole linebacker. "Thought reptiles had a stupidly slow metabolism. When was the last time you ate?" He questioned while using the tips of his fingers to pluck the grass and make little grass mounds.

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Kriv 'Jackal' Westari

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The sudden alarm of a gunshot caused the beast to screech and leap away from the impact of the bullet. What was that sorcery? Observation deduced that it came from the device in that one fleshy creature's hand, yet the machinations perplexed him in how it could do that. That alarm of fear was replaced with curiosity, he'd have to inspect its details later. The message was sent, and Jackal didn't attempt to turn violent; for now at least. It was clear that they all needed to eat like some sort of pack, perhaps he had eaten too much for the sake of the other tribe. He wasn't entirely sure if he could trust these lot, especially after the warning, and he'd be sure to keep a close eye on that creature that gave that attempt of intimidation.

The reptile looked towards the strange abomination that had asked him about his last meal with cold eyes as a piece of the burned corpse's tail hung from his saurian lips. "3 moons ago." He replied, and had little else focus with what the group was discussing for the moment, he was more curious of the water that had formed.

Having approached the body of water, Jackal dipped the tip of his tail into the newly made ditch of water to test if it wasn't toxic. Sure enough, his tail wasn't damaged by the liquid. He then slowly pulled his head over and licked his forked tongue across the surface. From what he could tell the water seemed safe, and appeared to be clean. It wasn't some kind of chemical or acid that resembled water, to his relief.

With that in mind, he decided this would be a great place to build shelters, or at least, a shelter for himself. With no trees in sight, he decided to dig. While his claws tore away at the dirt easily like a dog tracking a mole, a roadblock came in the form of some kind of stone. The rock was flat, and more importantly, impervious to his attempts at digging it. He couldn't even chip off pieces of it to his dismay. By his judgement, the 3 foot wide hole was only five feet deep. Far too small for his leisure.

His distraught sparked a new idea for shelter. He started to widen the premade hole, and began to dig forward to create a thick line in the dirt; meanwhile the dirt he scooped out was thrown inward. Within 10 minutes he had dug out a five foot trench that was six feet wide and 15 feet long. It wasn't much, but it was a start. He crawled out and stood over his dig to further consider the shelter he was building. Ideally, he wished to expand the hole more so and use that dirt to build some kind of mound for a wall around it. A process that by his estimate might take hours if not a whole day; and even succeeding in that he still lacked any sort of material for a roof.

Perhaps he could instead build up a huge mound of a dirt and dig within it for his shelter. Though to get a mound that size would take just as long as his previous thought for digging it up alone. How long would it be till nightfall? The sun was different in size and color then his own sun, he had no idea how long it would take for night to settle. He then turned back to the group that was some meters away;
He considered asking their assistance.

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The group then returned back outside, after meeting up with a couple of other branded ones that were too late to arrive in time for their little game, since the entrance to the arena was blocked when the game was going on. They were going to share the meat of the armadillos they just killed with the hungry people outside. Thanks to the box, they could carry all those meat easily.

The crowd wasn't really that pleased however, with them saying how the meat wasn't enough for all of them. Illia could certainly see their point. There were a lot of them after all.

Suddenly, Mable's speech was interrupted by another earthquake. However, the tremor clearly came from the wall. And the tremor seemed to create an unnaturally rectangular hole in the wall. A torrent of water then came out of said wall. It wasn't finished however, as the ground soon changed as well, creating a depression for the water to go through.

A river was now with them.

"Earth and Water magic..." Illia mumbled to herself. She then walked to where the river was and used her force magic to grab a decently sized ball of water from it, bringing it close to her face.

"...It doesn't seem to be contaminated by anything. This is really pure water, most likely from a spring."

Illia was familiar with the procedure of manipulating the lay of the land to help with areas plagued with drought. Something like this could be done by high-ranking mages.

Illia then drank the water, sipping the bubble as it floated near her mouth, before returning to talk with the others.

The water was indeed delicious.

The meeting enlightened their current problems. First, they need food. Sooner or later, they would run out of food and things would get ugly. If she were a plant mage, she would probably be able to grow some fruit for some sustenance, but eating just fruit would be unhealthy for everyone involved. There was also the talk that this was some kind of game. She didn't know about that. There was still a lot of things they didn't know in order to draw that conclusion. And then she heard the girl named Lizaveta talking about herself being a clone created and designed to be in combat in such a young age. It reminded her of the homonculus, the ultimate mark of the knowledge of a magi. Artificial human created with magic. Creating one was hard enough, but to modify them purposefully to transcend the limits of a normal human, that would require an immense attention to detail and a long, long time to create. The magic tools to create them were incredibly hard to make and they would break after the first usage.

Her opinion on the matter? She didn't like the whole thing. She knew how to make one but she never attempted to do so, even in her long 300 years life. There wasn't an official ban on making them however. It was just her personal opinion after all. She didn't like the concept of creating sapient life just to serve you.

However, her thoughts were soon interrupted by Kriv, the winged lizard man, as he asked the group for assistance to build his shelter.

"I will help," she answered with a smile. "Using my force magic, it should be quite easy to do."

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Evfimiia Serdiatnitskiia

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Her head was still spinning from both the hit and what was happening.

Sudden dislocation to this place, marks, dangerous armadillos, and all these different races and people. How exactly was she to react to everything? Evfimiia could hardly even react to the fact she was just in a very dangerous game that might as well end her and the other's lives. It was hard to gather one's mind when event after event happened in quick succession, like that waterfall just forming a river out of nowhere after they got out.

Seeing her chance, she coughed once to catch their attention, and started introducing herself to the rest as well.

"I am Evfimiia Serdiatnitskiia, librarian of the Great Arachne Library of Eros, though I am far from the library now." Holding up the scroll she generated with the Linebackers' information on it, she continued speaking. "It would seem I can make records of anything I perceive due to the mark I have. However, I do not have any sort of experience dealing with the dangerous."

There, she got that out. With the born small soldier there, that odd thing that was in a boxing match with the large armadillo, and maybe even that lizard thing, it was unlikely they'd need someone like her. What happened before was just a fluke after all.

"This might be a bit late, but armadillos may have the flesh rot disease, or leprosy on them. Considering these Linebackers's seem to be similar to armadillos, the same might apply to them."

She blurted out that bit of information before she could consider the feelings of the others, some of which were already eating the meat. At least they had a large quantity of fresh water there.

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Mable had her head firmly resting in her hand as she hummed, deep in thought. It looked like they had not one but two soldiers from modern times, (at least from her view) eager to complete a mission and little else. They would be useful in the cave at least, she wasn't sure how much they could bring to the table otherwise. The man covered in chitin armor could basically be a swiss army knife for them, but he was apparently too stubborn to do simple tasks.

The lizard seemed like an idiot, but he did look strong, and he could dig pretty well. She raised her head and looked at the man in the plague doctor uniform. She had no clue about him, but he did manage to handle himself fairly well in the cave. "I'll come back to that one..." She whispered to herself.

She looked to Illia, who had just finished tasting the water from their new river. With her ability construction would be a breeze. She then looked to Septim. He seemed to be experienced, at least when it came to combat. He likely had some survival experience as well. But what exactly could she bring to the table? Well, she'd think about that later.

It was then that the spider girl spoke up. Even after she'd finished speaking Mable had to take a moment to process her name. She repeated it in her head until she felt it stuck. Aside from that her ability lit a spark in Mable, the fact about the linebackers possibly being diseased didn't seem to worry her. She jumped up and hurried over to her. "Whoa whoa, that's super useful! We don't know anything about this place, if you can do that isn't it really amazing?" She beamed at Evfimiia as if she were star struck. "We need to go back down there as soon as possible, having you there would mean we won't be going in completely blind."


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Age: 24
Gender: Male
Master of: Rider
Command Seal Location: Back of right hand

Origin: Permanence

Appearance:

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Personality: A shy and studious individual Dieter is the type of person who likes to keep to himself and dedicates most of his time and effort to his work. Soft spoken and unsure of himself, he does not do well in social situations as he greatly lacks in self-confidence when pulled out of his comfort zone or when asked to deal with something outside of his area of expertise. That being said he is still a very accomplished Magus in his own right and has an almost unparalleled knowledge of alchemy due to his family's specialisation.

Despite his lack of self-confidence, he does have faith in his own abilities and considers himself a competent Magus. That being said, he doubts how useful he could be in something like the Grail War, since he has never considered trying to turn his magecraft towards fighting before and magical combat has never been something he has tried to learn. As such he is grateful that he managed to summon such a strong Servant for the war as it means he will not be as much of a burden on his fellow Magus' as he feared, but at the same time realises that this also means he will have more pressure put on him and his Servant as a result.

Although he agreed to answer the call when the Mages Association asked him to become a Master, he did so reluctantly and has no real desire to obtain the Grail outside of a vague interest in obtaining the root that most Magus probably share to some degree; if anything, he is scared of any object that holds as much power as a completed Grail and does not think either side should gain possession of it.

Biography: Hailing from the city of Stuttgart in Germany the Voigt's are a small family of little renown but well respected in Western Europe for their knowledge of the alchemical arts if nothing else. In the past the Voigt family have always been staunch traditionalists who seem to actively shun the notions of cooperation or of sharing knowledge and as such they do not have much interaction with the wider Magus community, having loose ties to the Mages Association but otherwise keeping to themselves and also keeping the advancements of their magecraft hidden.

Recently this has begun to change and the family has made efforts to better integrate with their fellow Magus; in fact the past two generations of Voigt, Dieter and his father, have even attended the Clock Tower as students and, in Dieter's fathers case, later a teacher. As for Dieter, after completing his studies in England he moved back to Stuttgart. As the sole heir to the Voigt name he is the next family head and is already in possession of his family's Magic Crest, it is only right that he establish his workshop in the family home while his father continues his teaching in England.

The Mages Association originally approached Dieter's father about joining the expedition to Poland, as he was known to them and his skill in alchemy deemed useful, but he refused them. Instead he recommended his son in his place, stating that as the family head it should fall on Dieter's shoulders to do this, as well as expressing his assurances that the his son was just as capable an alchemist as he, if not more so.

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Magecraft Section:
School of Magecraft:
Dieter's family have always specialised in the study of Alchemy, an art they have practised for the past 400 years. Being somewhat traditional, they tend to limit their magecraft to the act of changing matter from one form to another; they seek not to revolutionise or invent new magecraft, but rather to refine and improve on the basics and as such are some of the best in the world, certainly some of the best in Europe, when it comes to alchemy of this type.

In particular Dieter is very skilled at changing the current state of a matter from one to another, e.g. turn a liquid into a solid or a solid into a gas instantly, as well as the matter transformations that all alchemist of his family are adept with.

Additionally, Dieter has an affinity for the wind element and had a little skill at manipulating and generating air currents.

Skills/Spells List:

Phase Transition (20 times) – A catch all spell which allows Dieter to instantly change an inorganic object from one state to another instantly. This can take one of eight forms matching the different kinds of state transitions that Dieter can produce; Sublimation, Deposition, Liquefaction, Freezing, Vaporisation, Condensation, Ionisation and Deionisation. This spell allows Dieter to change matter to a state that it would not normally be able to exist at in those conditions, e.g. change water to ice despite it being above freezing temperature.

Matter Transform (10 times) – The most basic principle of alchemy. Allows Dieter to change the elemental composition of an inorganic object to something else entirely, so long as this does not also require changing the state of the element.

Wind Current Change (5 times) – Manipulate the movements of the air in the surrounding environment.

Amount of Magecraft Mana: C

Other: Dieter is somewhat multilingual, speaking fluent German and English as well as passable French and Polish.

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[The Ottoman Empire Team] - Akshamsaddin at the Meeting

Five Days Ago...

Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.
Let black be the color I pay tribute to.
Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall.
Let the four cardinal gates close.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate.

The letter had been received for a grail war. Akshamsaddin had never really expected the chance to enter one, but upon the realization that his presence was so requested, he decided to put aside his sometimes hermit-like habits. The world had requested him to join, and fight for it. That day, after putting down the letter, he had stood up, and prepared the ritual.

Let it be declared now;
your flesh shall serve under me, and my fate shall be with your sword.
Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail.
Answer, if you would submit to this will and this truth.

His home was small. It was practically empty of material goods. Instead, of the few items he did possess, they all carried a great value with them. One in particular, was a gift from long ago. A ring, given to him by his student as a thank you for his services. Turning it over in his hand, he placed it down on the center of the circle he had created, stepping back to take in the glow that filled the room.

An oath shall be sworn here.
I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven;
I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell.

From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power,
come forth from the ring of restraint, protector of the holy balance!

He wasn't even sure it would work. To be honest, there was a chance he could end up summoning himself. After all, he was indeed himself. But, both of him would know just who needed to be summoned. "Mehmed the second! Student! Conqueror! Hero of the ages! Arrive before me!" The light intensified, and shadows leaped around the room. Until finally, they seemed to solidify. Forming together, squeezing into a human shape. There he stood, a smile on his lips.

"Aren't you being a tad over-dramatic, teacher?" The man standing there was none other than the hero that had been called for. The student and his teacher reunited after almost six hundred years.

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Present Day

Akshamsaddin remained seated as the others all began to shuffle about. He could hear them beginning the ritual to summon their servants. He could hear each of them speak, some were more secretative than others, something that Akshamsaddin himself found little use for. After all, the war would be determined well before they had to face each other. After all, most of them would be dead, or worse.
"Well, when you are all done. My student and I are already setting up at the chosen location. By the time you arrive, you should all be acquitted with your allies. We shall meet you there. I believe having another version of myself around may confuse matters, so I shall not be joining you on the plane, or car ride over. After all, I have too much research here that I cannot leave. But I'm sure we shall all meet again soon enough."

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As King looked at the man known as Askha leave, he smirked, and laughed. "Well I'll be it looks like someone didn't get the memo when it came to the summonings should I take his place sir."  questioned King as he looked at the Director. He shook his head. "Let him go he had already forced a summon without us. Keep an eye on him. He's shady." Director quietly told him as he watched Anderson step up last, and perform his own summons shortly before the majority of the others did so. He mixed in a few lines about the holy savior instead of some lines. It mattered not all that mattered was the summoning worked, and invoking God usually did some wonders for the church. As he finished a woman in an old fashioned red coat, embroidered by black shoulder cuffs, and a white belt that had a belt tied around her shoulder. She wore a simple black skirt with steel boots, and two large She had pinkish hair, and dark red eyes that shone with a certain coldness despite her rather pretty looks. Director Orson sighed apparently this one would be difficult if who he thought it was had shown up with that class.

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As Saber stood up, and looked around he took glances at each of the servants before stepping out to the middle of the room, his sword was still out as he sheathed it. "This is the Faction of Black? It lacks as many capable warriors as I'd have liked. It would seem that I am one of the few here that could be called a actual warrior...it would seem much depends on my strength." Saber stated as he judged the group before them. "That's rather rude don't you think Saber? It would be best for us all of us to get off on the right foot...and congrats on the successful summoning guys good work." commented Leon trying to encourage everyone as the woman Anderson had summoned spoke up, "It is true that I am not a soldier in the common sense but it is all the same. Red faction is an infection that has corrupted this world. If I could save them I would but they would hurt others for their goal. As a doctor it is my duty to root out such people, and things. Red Faction must die that is the sad fact of the matter." the woman said as Anderson spoke up, "What's your class servant?" he said as she had failed to introduce herself the woman turned around. "Ah yes my master, and contractor correct? I am berserker. The grail has filled us in on our targets, and our current situation there is no need to tell us what our situation is. It would benefit us the most to get our wish, and that will bring us together to crush red." commented Berserker as Lancelot sighed.

"You say that so confidently...and for one who speaks with madness you sure lack the usual slurring of words. You're not a normal berserker are you? Regardless we need to determine which one of the servants will be acting as leader for the group. Or which master. Unless...one of you already has that idea on who it should be?" Saber stated as he looked at Leon who shook his head. He had gotten over his wanderlust over his servant rather quickly he knew he had to get serious or Leon would never truly be accepted as a good master. "We haven't discussed that yet...by the way...you seem stronger." Leon stated as Saber looked at his glowing blade and frowned. "We're in the British Isles aren't we?" Saber asked as Leon nodded. "Servants get stronger when they're in their homeland. This will pass Saber is merely stronger for being in his homeland. Unfortunate that this won't last but I'm sure a man like Saber won't need his extra strength in the upcoming war. Does anyone wish to step up as leader?" questioned Orson as King laughed, "I can fulfill that role. I got some good management skills." King said smoothly as he crossed his arms. Anderson however spoke up, "A heathen like you would lead us to our own peril. It would be for the best that I take control, or Saber. A knight of the Round table...I don't know who you are but if you knew King Arthur then you surely had some command over soldiers during your life. Leading would be a simple matter for you Saber." Anderson spoke up as Saber frowned deeply as if the prospect disgusted him. "No...not unless you all insist on the matter. I have no intention of leading anyone. I am here to fight for my master, and for my wish." Saber spoke with a steely coldness.

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Stepping out of his circle Rider approached Anderson and the others, moving away from his Master. Dieter took a hesitant step forward as if to stop his Servant, only to falter when he saw the purposeful stride the Greek warrior moved with. Stopping in front of the man sent by the church, Rider let his spear rest in the crook of his shoulder and removed his helmet, revealing a stern if youthful face; hard eyes swept over them all, pausing longer on Saber, before stopping on Anderson.

"If you think we need a leader and if no one else is willing to step forward then I will. However a self-appointed leader, one who has not earned the respect and loyalty of those who are to follow him, is no leader at all; an arrangement of that kind will only lead to discord and dissention among our faction and I have seen first-hand the kind of damage that can cause. The decision of who should lead us in this war should be left until all parties are gathered together and should be conducted fairly."