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Gender: Female

Age: 21

Career/Class: Courtesan/Duelist

Physical Description: Camilla is a medium sized woman around 5'5. She possess the slightly bronzed skin, angular features and dark hair common among Tileans. She has the smooth clean lines of a classical statue and the lean musculature of a dancer. Every part of her seems artfully contrived, as though she stepped from the canvas of a master painter. Camilla moves with deliberate grace which is appropriate to her profession.

Mental Description/Personality: Camilla is a fiery impetuous young woman. As a child she was selected from among orphan's for her physical beauty and raised to fill the role of Courtesan in the decadent courts of her native Tilea. Among her studies were poetry, dance, repartee, song, politics, literature, art and sword play.

Camilla is out of place in rough and dangerous situations, and although naturally adventurous and curious about the world she is no heroine. She has a fiery temper and has a tendency to act rather than to wait if given the chance. While technically trained with the sword, Camilla's education is that of the stylized art of the sword rather than the rough and brutal style of real combat, while she is perfectly comfortable fighting a duel to the tough for the entertainment of a crowd, she had little experience with real killing.

Camilla has a passing devotion to Randald and Shyalla, although she tends to focus on the world in front of her rather than the world beyond.

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Amal was no stranger to tombs. He had plundered them before, back when there had been a city wide search for him in Al-Hiekk. But most of them had open entrances one could find if they were clever enough, and whenever he found himself against something otherworldly, he had the good sense to flee from whence he came. That caution, however, fled when he saw the emeralds the size of small apples embedded in the beautiful woman's eyes.

Emmaline saw the hunger in Amal's eyes after a moment, and shook her head emphatically. The thief had looked as if he was about to scale the statue and pry them out with his dagger. The thought had certainly crossed his mind...

"You're right," he sighed, clearly annoyed at the misfortune of seeing a jewel he couldn't take. There would have to be consequences, yes? That was how all of the tales worked. There was also the small detail Amal, and Emmaline likely, knew of. Asaph was also the goddess of vengeance. Amal had enough bad luck at the moment. He wouldn't stir the wrath of an ancient pagan deity. Not without good cause at least, he thought as he gazed at the emeralds.

"Is there no way to close the entrance to outsiders?" Amal asked, hoping they could at least protect themselves from the bandits. His lovely companion shook her head, explaining that even if there was, there was no gauruntee of opening it again later. Amal cursed in Arabyan, and decided he needed to be pragmatic in a different way. If they couldn't escape readily, they might as well start to get in Asaph's good graces.

He nimbly leaped over the sunken pool, Emmaline watching as he casually made a jump most men would be fearful of. Landing easily, he made his way over to the simple stone altar, a square with the carving of a Cobra on its head. Amal tried to press down on it, but there was no pressure point under it. After a moment, he decided to beseech Asaph, giving a prayer to the Goddess with a dramatic air so as to draw her attention.

Nothing happened as he invoked her name, Emmaline approaching with her lit coin to provide light on if they missed anything. The stone around the large, odd statue looked as if it might be a door, perhaps. But it still looked solid enough to not budge, and Amal felt it was fruitless. "We are getting nowhere with this. We-..." he stopped, his eyes falling onto the coin. Inching his hand forward, he asked Emmaline. "May I?"

Questionably, she gave him the coin. He gingerly let it drop onto his palm, gripping it so the entire chamber was now pitch black. Whispering, he invoked her name once more, and opening his palm to bathe the room in light again, he dropped it atop the central altar. There was a loud thud, as if the coin weighed ten times it's normal amount, and the light was sucked out of the coin instantly. Amal stepped back, guarding Emmaline until the emerald of the statue shined like beacons in the darkness, lighting the entire room up.

As the room was filled with light, eerily there was now clear, pristine water in the pool they had passed. Amal shrugged, giving Emmaline a handsome smile. "I think all she needed was a little magic." he explained, but the moment of debonairness dissipated as a shout was heard down the corridor, and something heavy dropped against stone. They needed to act, and quickly. As the northern woman said, there was no way out. What to do...

Amal grabbed the rope he had kept coiled around his arm. "Pray to your Sigmah, or whoever it is. Your Renald? Either way." He remarked, and tossed a length of the rope around one of the pillars, having the majority of the rope clinging to his midsection. "Tie yourself to me and hold onto me."

"What?"

"Do it, golden one!" he snapped, referring to her hair. She did so immediately, realizing he had a plan that would likely help keep them alive, though it seemed like a longshot in such dire straits. Once she was tightly pressed to him, he began to climb the snake-like pillar, using the rope to help keep him steady and to use the friction to keep them stable. Up and up Amal went, his hard muscles like marble beneath Emmaline's hands.

"Do you know what you're doing?" She asked.

"If I know thieves," Amal whispered. "And I do. These men will not be able to help themselves..." As the scene below unfolded.

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"Come out come out where ever you hide!," a brutish voice called as torchlight cast harsh shadows down the entrance passage. Emmaline opened her mouth to scream but Amal's hand clamped over her mouth. A moment later a brutal looking bandit with an eye patch stepped into the chamber below them. In one hand he clutched a scimitar and in the other a burning torch. The camel they had led into the chamber snorted nervously as several more bandits spilled into the room.

"Hand her over boy, we will give you some of the gold we sell her for and let you keep your balls," the bandit went on in a wheedling tone.

"By Allah's beard," one of his underlings exclaimed as torch light played across the facets of the emeralds in the statues eyes, making them glint and shimmer. There was a collective intake of breath as the bandits realised the value of the stones and then a general disorganized rush towards the statue.

"We should run," Emmaline whispered urgently as the boot falls of the freebooters covered her words.

"There might be more outside," Amal conseled, "let us wait a moment more."

The bandits realised the stones were too high to reach and began dragging one of the heavy ceramic amphorae closer to the statue to use as a step. As the lip of it bumped the statue Emmaline felt a stirring of magic both ancient and powerful.

"Let us go," Amal hissed urgently, but Emmaline couldn't move, only stare transfixed at the unfolding scene. The one eyed bandit climbed up onto the amphora and, at full extension pressed his knife into the statues eye socket, preparatory to removing it. There was a sudden howling wind that seemed to carry with it not only the dry heat of the desert but the distant and perfumed reek of southern jungles. An arm burst from the statue in a shower of rock dust and seized the bandit by the neck. Emmaline realised in horrified fascination that it wasn't an arm inside the statue, it was the statue itself, cracks ran down the limestone facing and the avatar of Asaph stepped free. The things body was composed of carved ivory and gold above the waist and interlocking plates of jade to form its serpentine lower quarters. The bandits fled screaming before the avatar but Asaph, it seemed, was no merciful goddess. The avatar crushed the bandit in her grip with a negligent gesture, the tomb echoing with the crack of the man's ribs before pitching like a missile at the remainder, driving them to a ground in a sprawl. With a seductive swish of her hips that echoed mesmerizingly through her tail she closed the distance and fell on the survivors, each hand jerking a long silvery blade from what had appeared to be carven sheaths.

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Amal watched, entranced at the spectacle for a brief moment. The serpentine seductress hacked off limbs and lashed out with her stone tail with the moves of a belly dancer, breaking legs with each twist of her lower half. She almost looked to toy with the men she hadn't killed in a manner that made Amal believe the statue was almost sapient. He wasn't certain if it had ears, but he would take no chance and he silently lowered himself and Emmaline, quietly bouncing off the pillar like a mountain climber lowering himself. Emmaline pressed her face into the back of Amal's thick head of hair so she wouldn't scream as he pushed off the pillar thrice until they made it to the ground.

"There's no way out," Emmaline whispered.

Amal placed a finger to her lips and nodded in the direction of where the statue had been. The ethereal lights within the chamber betrayed the location of a tunnel. Amal didn't know about his new companion, but a cutthroat's existence was about improvisation. Another door opens? You take it and hope you amuse Allah or whatever other God enough to curry their favor.

As they made their way across the room, they noticed snakes began to pour out of small holes in the stonework. Adders, Black Mambas, Cobras, and the like slithered into view and fell lazily to the floor if they were higher up, some simply gazing out at the two from their high perches as if it was a curiosity to see them die. Amal ignored them, his adrenaline pumping, keeping ahold of Emmaline's rope as they hadn't had much time to untie themselves.

The tunnel was lit only by the light that permeated the chamber, and it fed into a small cavern that widened into a great chamber of naturally carved rock, and they could hear the running water before they could see it. A small walkway made of marble, framed by terrifying figures of women with hair and fangs like Cobras, led toward's an ancient dock. Even Amal made a small gasp of relief when he saw the sight of the river, and a boat still within it.

He was suspicious of the statues, but luckily none of them came to life as they passed. They need only figure out how to leave, for the small oaken boat was not tied down, but fixed in its position by an ornate brass pole, carved in the likeness of a Cobra, small rubies placed in its eye sockets. He could focus on the jewelry once they escaped, but for now he placed his thieving hands on the staff and pulled to free the boat as Emmaline hopped in.

The Staff couldn't, wouldn't budge. Hard muscles from years of climbing and fighting grew prominent, but with all of his strength he couldn't move the staff. It was then when a great silhouette filled the chamber, and they both looked up to see the Guardian of Asaph, her swords and hips dripping in blood, appear at the entrance. She paused for but a moment, and then with blinding speed she charged their position.

Amal took up his Shamshir and held it aloft in a brave show to attempt to ward off what was coming, and with a last desperation, Emmaline grabbed at the staff, only for it to simply pop out of the water. The woman stumbled back into Amal and they both hit the floor of the small boat. No one had pushed off, however, and the thing was nearly upon them, was upon them! Emmaline held the Cobra Staff up at a vain attempt to guard a falling Scimitar...only for the blow to never come.

As the small boat floated deeper into the current, they saw the Guardian, once poised to strike, shrinking back from the Staff as if it were a stone wall. Amal looked between Emmaline holding the thing, and the Guardian, and then he simply let out a relieved laugh that echoed across the cavern. "Asaph favors a beauty with magic!" he exclaimed. "Particularly one with blood on her hands." Amal helped himself and Emmaline up from their fall, and he gave her a grin that showed his teeth. "Asaph and I seem to have similar tastes."

Any continuation of the shameless conversation was blocked out as the boat was suddenly swallowed up by a lightless cavern, and they were whisked off to Allah knows where into the mountains...

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"Can't you make another light?" Amal asked as they were swept off into the darkness.

"I don't have any more money," Emmaline admitted, then much to her own surprise, she started to laugh and Amal joined her the pair of them roaring with the mirth of recent death narrowly averted. Amal squeezed her hand and she squeezed back

"What about the staff," he asked. Emmaline gripped the golden staff, she could feel the magic pulsing inside the thing, though she had no idea for the moment what it did. Adding her own spell to the enchanted metal could have a variety of effects, ranging from bad to disastrously bad. She opened her mouth to tell Amal this and then a sound reached her ears. Water rushing over rocks. Amal didn't react but then he had lived his life in an arrid landscape where water was rare. He hadn't heard the roar of Riechbach falls, or seen the mighty Tablec tumble from its headwaters.

"Waterfall!" she yelled, "Grab hold of something!" The boat picked up speed suddenly and the roar swelled to a crescendo. Spray flicked up over her face and she grabbed hold of the boat desperately. With a horrifying lurch, the boat plunged into the darkness and water poured over them soaking them both as they plunged into blackness.

Emmaline opened her eyes and rolled over onto her back. It was still pitch black but she could feel water lapping at her ankles. Her entire body arched and throbbed. Her hand still clutched the staff in a grip that would have whitened her knuckles if she were able to see. Gathering her will she spoke the words of a spell, drawing miniature flecks of iron from the sand around her into a ball of metal that burst into a soft silver glow. Amal was sitting up beside her her rubbing his eyes and their boat lay in splintered ruins upon an underground beach. A dark passage ran from the top of the beach, eaten away perhaps by ancient flows of water.

"You… sure know how to show a girl a good time," she muttered.


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"Hey, you wouldn't have seen any flower around here that has a yellow petal, would ya? I need one for, uh...'flavoring'."

"Charlotte LaChance. Now, if you don't need anything I really should be watching this beaker before it explodes."
"Nineteen."
Age:
19

Race:
Human

Appearance:
Charlotte stands around five foot six. A pale complexion with messy, somewhat unkempt dark brown hair and cold blue eyes adorn her face. She has a slender frame, with no obvious muscles as she's not entirely one for physical activity, often time spending her days reading or practicing her chosen craft. She wears comfortable clothes that look like one might expect of someone born from high-society. Short pants, held up by a belt with a golden buckle, adorned with various pouches to carry items. Comfortable shoes with long, knee-high socks. Over her upper body, she wears a thick cloak with a hood, designed mostly to protect the wearer from the cold. Rarely takes it off, even in the warmer lands she finds herself in.

Personality:
Insatiable curiosity, confident, stubborn, a bit on the childish side, doesn't like not getting her way, and has a bit of a one-track mind. As such her alchemy can sometimes suffer a bit as a result. Though indeed, she is talented, and if she doesn't let her one-track mind focus on something else after she starts something, she'd be fairly successful. She prefers to spend time outdoors with her plants and other alchemy reagents than in the company of people.

She tends to come off as rather serious and no-nonsense, and sometimes a sarcastic grump. Often time she wears a serious expression when people first meet her, though its only because she tends to have a one-track mind about things, and really doesn't like being interrupted. She's often thinking about various things and what properties plants might have.

That said, she is fairly friendly to most, and isn't hostile by any means. Just don't interrupt her work unless you have a really good reason. Aside from this, she's fairly intelligent and knows about a great deal many scholarly subjects. Mostly dealing with Magic and Alchemical pursuits, but she's read a great many number of books so she might surprise someone with her knowledge every now and then about something.

"DAMN YOUR EYES DON'T TOUCH THAT BEAKER-Argh, this is sensitive equipment!"

Abilities:
Aside from the obviously impressive physical and mental abilities that humans possess, Charlotte is adept at potion brewing. Meaning, alchemy and making useful concoctions out of herbs, remedies, antidotes and other items found in the natural world. She's pretty much a savant when it comes to everything relating to it. Add that to some beginner interest in Botany, she could probably make quite the living selling and brewing potions. That said, she is still fairly young and has a lot of room for improvement in the field. Plus, almost all the flora and fauna on this new continent has yet to be documented. Meaning, until she goes around documenting and doing some trial and error, she's gonna be somewhat useless.

Not something a lot of sleepless nights watching beakers and flasks bubble can't fix, however.

A neat little list:
-Good at alchemy
-Fairly intelligent
-Beginner Botanist
-Cold tends to not bother her so much, since her home country was notoriously cold.
-Not so good with animals, unfortunately. They tend to like using her as a chewtoy.
-Physically speaking, she's a wet noodle strength wise. Fairly average stamina due to her fairly active lifestyle.

History:
Born in Astril, Charlotte has been brought up around science, logic, reason, and even the odd magical related things most of her life. Aside from that, its not particularly interesting. While she herself wasn't born into the magic-using citadel of Astril, and was instead brought up in a small farming community near the border, she has always held an interest in magic, alchemy, and scholarly pursuits herself. So in between farming duties and helping her parents run the farm, she studied all sorts of books. Ones about history, magic, and otherwise.

And when she was fourteen, she was accepted into Astril itself as a student. And as confident as she was, she was sorely outclassed by a lot of the students there who had been training formally since their birth. She spent quite a few years there struggling to keep up with the other students, and quickly found herself as a bit of a loner and outcast among her peers. Not that she particularly minded, she'd rather have her books and studies anyways. Eventually she was labeled a bit of an eccentric.

It was when she was nineteen, she had to make a choice. Leave Astril and set off on her own, or effectively become a test subject. She doesn't like talking about the events that transpired leading up to that event, but she will say she killed about five scholars and blew up a lab.

Nation of Origin:
Astril. A small, somewhat isolationist country known for its heavy delving into intellectual pursuits of all kinds.

Nation Lore:
Astril is a small nation located far to north. Most of the country is cold, mountainous, and cold tundra and thick pine forests make up most of the climate. Over time, they have tamed the lands somewhat and built a thriving city located high in the frigid mountains. A tower like citadel, simply named 'Astril' over their first leader, that later became their small city.

In the past, they were a small group of intellectuals, scholarly types, dissatisfaction with their own cities. They traveled far to the north, seeking land unclaimed by others they could call home themselves. Eventually, they found their land in the cold north.

Overtime, they built a thriving city, founded upon not on diplomacy or military might, but on science, magic, and logic. When it was first founded, they welcomed all inquiries into the arcane and scientific nature, and shunned no question or line of research...no matter how 'unethical' it might have been perceived to be. Human, animal, and all sorts of experimentation was, and still is quite common. Of course, they don't exactly advertise this fact these days. If you're going to be doing something somewhat unethical, then you are expected to keep it under wraps and deal with any unintended consequences yourself...

Eventually, the city began withdrawing from the outside world, and though they still welcome intellectuals and those who wished to pursue arts of science and magic, they had developed a bit of a mindset that those outside their walls were somewhat...barbaric and uncivilized. Typical mage superiority mindset, really. Mix that with a somewhat reactionary mindset with a healthy dose of Xenophobia, (anyone considered an outsider and not born there, not racism per say. There are a variety of races that live here) you get some pretty narrow minded individuals.

Of course, it wasn't all easy for them. With their small numbers and generally small sized city, was almost taken over quite a number of times, if it wasn't for the quick thinking of their leaders. They maintain uneasy peace with any other city state in the area, but for the most part keep to themselves, and any outsiders are turned back at the border.

Misc:
-Not everyone pursues magic theory or science here. Not everyone has the aptitude to perform equally well with magic, after all. As long as you make yourself useful, you'll probably fit in well.
-A bit of a Meritocracy
-Ruled by the 'Deacon of Astril'

Other:
-Can be somewhat socially awkward at times, and has trouble holding a decent conversation about anything other than alchemy.
-Makes some questionable potions sometimes. You really shouldn't get curious about some of the stuff she makes.
-Don't bring up anything regarding an elixir of life or philosophers stone. You have been warned. If you do, bring ear plugs and make sure you don't have anything to do for the next hour.

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Aislinn
Aislinn nodded in agreement - she didn't want to get injured by trying to get Charlotte to hit her either as being tied up the previous day was already scary enough. Though soon enough an idea appeared in the native's mind as she thought up a new game. "I have an idea! How about we go down to the river and put a small branch across it! Then we could try and play a game of balance! Perhaps the thought of being drenched will be enough to activate the ones for balance?" A wide grin ran across the girl's face.

"I don't have any tunes for balance, but I'm Queen so therefore I expect to win anyways!" The girl assumed a more assertive stance towards Charlotte, already pumping herself up for a challenge that hadn't even been accepted yet, sticking out her chest slightly and pointing at the black haired girl to see if she would accept it.

[Assistant]
~Charlotte LaChance~

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At Aislinn's suggestion, Charlotte placed a hand on her chin, seeming to ponder the suggestion. Well, it certainly would have been much better than her trying anything on her own. There would be very little chances anyone could get seriously hurt, though she wouldn't really be too worried about getting wet. This dress wasn't one she was too extremely attached too, and it'd be easy enough to dry her hair.

"A fair suggestion. It's certainly better than having rocks thrown at you." Charlotte replied. She had never actually tried balancing on anything before, so this would be fairly interesting. She had climbed a few ledges before with the aid of some alchemy and natural hand-holds but for the most part she wasn't very good at it. At least, not better than average. Plus, she'd be lying if it didn't seem like a bit of fun to try and beat Aislinn. As much of a 'queen' she was, she certainly would be at least a tiny bit fun to mess with. So perhaps she could bring herself to actually want to win this little challenge.

"Well," She said with a small smile. "We'll see, but I don't expect to get soaked. Lead the way then, 'your highness'"

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Aislinn
Aislinn practically jumped in excitement as she started leading Charlotte and herself towards the nearby river. She sensed something was up with the way the black haired woman was speaking but was glad to finally be recognize for the Queen of the forest that she was. For the first minute of the walk the girl with multicolored hair pictured how she wanted to completely prove to her subject how mighty she was in every single respect but eventually looked over towards her friend and gave her a beaming smile.

For a moment she seemed to reach her hand out to Charlotte's, but ended up withholding it as she realized that would likely make the other woman uncomfortable. It made her a little sad, but if she needed time to prepare herself for hugs then it would be rude to stop her.

Eventually the pair arrived to a narrower section of the river where a recently dead tree lay across forming a natural bridge over. The river itself was about thirty feet wide although the tree was much narrower with two feet hardly being able to be placed next to eachother. The native was curious about what felled such a young thing, but it served it's purpose. Although now she wasn't sure what this competition would consist of. "Ummmmmm ... let's start simple! Just going across it!" Aislinn jumped up onto the tree, feeling it shift just slightly beneath her feet as she walked across it with a completely normal pace. Eventually she arrived on the other side, giving Charlotte a confident smile as the river rushed beneath the log. "Your turn Charlotte! Your majesty will see you drenched!"

[Assistant]
~Charlotte LaChance~

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Before leaving, Charlotte quickly grabbed her cloak. While Aislinn would likely object, Charlotte wasn't leaving without at least some form of self defense. The cloak had a few pockets sewn into the inside of it for keeping things, in case of emergencies. An alchemist always had to be prepared, simple as that. She didn't have anything else to rely on, and she couldn't expect the tattoos to work as intended. For the most part, Charlotte walked in silence, making small mental notes of any plants in the area she hadn't noticed. She had a fairly good idea of the flora around the cave after living here for a bit, but it was always a good idea to check for new growth.

When they finally reached the river, Charlotte took note of the tree. Something felled it, perhaps? It certainly didn't seem old or rotten in any places. It could mean that there was something lurking in the area, but it was just an assumption. She'd keep her eyes and ears open. If it was something, she'd at least be able to make a reasonable getaway hopefully. For now, she focused on the tree and the river. About thirty feet wide, and not too deep. Well, she might as well.

With a sigh and a small, confident smirk Charlotte began walking across. The alchemist definitely wasn't as good as Aslinn, and had to take her time a bit and use her arms for balance. After a bit longer than Aislinn though, she made it. It wasn't anything she hadn't done before, so she could at least do this much.

"If it is simply walking across a log, I have done it a number of times. The freezing rivers back home make for ample incentive to not take a swim in one."

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Aislinn
Aislinn pouted as Charlotte completed the task without taking a swim, but then smiled widely in excitement as it meant the competition would be more intense. The native decided to take this to the next level. "How about we go across, but like a rabbit?" The native ran back towards the log but this time instead of walking hopped across it jumping from steady area to steady area. The tree shifted beneath her feet but stayed in place well enough that the girl managed to get across without a soak.

"Now your turn! This river may not be cold, but my reign upon my victory shall be!" The native posed with her hands on her hips, face turned towards the sky in an attempt to be regal.

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Charlotte watched with some amazement at Aislinn's physical ability. By the stars, how did someone managed to do that? Well, it wasn't impossible, but she had never seen someone move in quite that fashion so quickly! The peoples that lived around Astril weren't exactly the agile sort. The other girls bragging didn't do much to sway her from trying though. Ah, how Charlotte wanted to just prove Aislinn so very wrong. Unfortunately, she doubted her skill in physical co-ordination, especially something like that.

But well, she might as well try. Wouldn't get anywhere without a little trial and error. Wouldn't be the first time she did something like this for science.

Taking a breath, Charlotte attempted to mimic Aislinn's actions. With a running start, the alchemist jumped, feet landing some distance away from the beginning of the log. Immediately, she transitioned into another jump, her feet hitting the log for a second time...and sliding over the edge of the damp wood. With a somewhat startled yelp, the alchemist lost her balance, falling over the side of the log face first into the stream.

A few seconds of fumbling around later, the alchemist managed to push herself to her hands and knees, coughing a bit as she tried to catch her breath.

"Argh, by the stars this dress isn't very water resistant..." At least her cloak did a good job of keep her backside from getting too wet. She pushed herself to her feet, looking over at Aislinn who was no doubt likely feeling smug.


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Age:
15.

Gender:
Female.

Appearance:
Camryn has brownish skin and straight, black hair as a result of her Māori heritage. She's fairly tall (5' 10"), and usually wears her (quite long) hair in a ponytail. Her eyes are a light hazel color, over which she wears a pair of slim-framed glasses. She's generally seen wearing jeans and various space-themed t-shirts under her school uniform.

Personality:
Camryn is very gregarious and lively, always talking to people and trying to get to know them. However, if someone causes her to dislike them, they will know immediately, as her personality when talking to them will do a complete 180; she will become cold and harsh, throwing out sarcastic remarks like candy and never raising her voice.

History:
Camryn was born in Wellington, New Zealand, to an employee of Industrial Illusions' New Zealand branch, her mother, and a stockbroker, her father. As she grew up, she took an especial interest in two things: her mother's work (and Duel Monsters by proxy), and space. Over the years, she helped her mother design several cards, including some of the new Cyber Dragon support. Her parents got her a telescope and a Duel Monsters deck for her 13th birthday, and she's used both almost every day since. Her father heard about Duel Tower from a friend of his who sent his son there, and after talking it over with Camryn and her mother, they decided that she would enroll there to learn how to become a pro duelist.

Favorite Card/Archetype or theme:
The Gradius monsters (Falchion Beta, Victory Viper XX03, Blue Thunder T-45, etc).

Chosen courses:
Turbo Dueling/Xyz Summoning.

Current dorm:
Wind.

Chosen Structure Deck:
Deepspace Rebellion, a custom structure deck.

Custom Structure Deck List:
2x Deepspace Scout
1x Deepspace Stunner
1x Deepspace Infiltrator
2x Deepspace Berserker
2x Deepspace Suffocator
1x Falchion Beta
1x Lord British Space Fighter
1x Jade Knight
1x Blue Thunder T-45
1x Victory Viper XX03
2x Gradius
1x UFOroid
2x Gearspring Spirit
3x Cyber Larva
1x Cyber Eltanin

1x Deepspace Beacon
2x The Depths of Space
2x Solidarity
2x Burden of the Mighty
1x Riryoku
1x Berserker Soul
1x Mystical Space Typhoon

1x Solar Ray
1x Call of the Haunted
1x Ojama Trio
1x Beckoning Light
1x Painful Escape
1x Draining Shield
1x Compulsory Evacuation Device
1x Magic Cylinder
1x Rare Metalmorph

Chosen Pack:
Cybernetic Revolution.

Current deck:
2x Deepspace Scout
1x Deepspace Stunner
1x Deepspace Infiltrator
3x Deepspace Berserker
3x Deepspace Suffocator
2x Falchion Beta
2x Lord British Space Fighter
1x Jade Knight
1x Blue Thunder T-45
1x Victory Viper XX03
2x Gearspring Spirit
3x Cyber Larva
1x Cyber Eltanin
1x Machina Fortress
2x Cyber Dragon

1x Deepspace Beacon
2x The Depths of Space
1x Solidarity
2x Burden of the Mighty
1x Riryoku
1x Mystical Space Typhoon

1x Call of the Haunted
1x Ojama Trio
1x Beckoning Light
1x Draining Shield
1x Compulsory Evacuation Device
1x Magic Cylinder

Collection:
Chaos Emissary, Split Persona
Spellbook of Equilibrium x 3
Chaos Emissary, Lord of Summoning
The Depths of Space x 2
Deepspace Berserker
Chaos Emergence
The Chaos Emperor's Castle
Cyber Dragon
Gravesoil Sediment Golem
1x Steam Gyroid
1x Indomitable Fighter Lei Lei
1x Tyranno Infinity
1x Cycroid
1x Shien's Spy
1x Doitsu
1x Wroughtweiler
1x Steamroid
1x Cyber Archfiend
1x Berserker Soul
2x Gradius
1x UFOroid

Points:
50.

[User]
Ignia continued to dart around, as if she were a bee and Ethel the honey, with no end to the madness in sight. The tone of their voice kept switching, the way they behaved proceeded to jump from one thing to another. The bunny-girl's discomfort continued to grow each passing second, not knowing how to deal with this person... They also seemed to assume Ethel was strong, liked being approached, and liked new friends. Only the first of those three was true. "Ngh... You're energetic..." the girl muttered out, not knowing what else to really say in response to Ignia. Her last sentence asked to be friends, and honestly, Ethel didn't quite know what to do. She gets a feeling that, if Ethel refused, something really bad was going to happen to her.

"S-Sure... Let's... Be friends." they stuttered out, before fully thinking it through. Did she just say that out loud? Every muscle in Ethel's body relaxed for a minute, alongside her eyes becoming unfocused. Something inside of the girl seemed to stop working for a few moments, whilst she was thinking about what she just said. 'Ethel, you're an IDIOT!' she mentally berated herself, then put on a little smile. No taking that back now... "I accept your apology. And I did place in Light, thank you for noticing." Her tone of voice wasn't entirely sincere, but it was the best the girl could pull off on a whim.

[Assistant]
Angelo smiled as he got her to laugh for the first time since he got their. Finally this girl was starting to loosen up a little although Angelo could sense that he looked naïve in her eyes but honestly Angelo didn't mind as long as she was starting to feel happy even if she thought Angelo was dumb or something along those lines. Angelo then stood up and took a bow as she introduced herself finally to him "it is nice to meet you Tsukiko Ikushirou" Angelo said with a smile as he sat back down next to her. The sad thing was that Angelo could still sense some sort of despair in her eyes despite her starting to laugh and it would take more then a quick chuckle to make her feel better completely but as they say one must crawl before they can walk.

As she started to ask him what he wanted to do Angelo did want to duel that was no question but he heard from his D-ciever that she collapsed and the faculty was worried that she was working herself to much. Angelo gently placed his hand on her duel disk to stop her from putting it all the way back on "you don't need to duel me. I would like to talk if you don't mind, after all I came here to relax just as much as you did. It would be nice to simply talk to someone for a while and learn more about the students ill be working with" Angelo said but really he did want to duel but he wouldn't force the girl he didn't want to be responsible for her next collapse. Angelo wouldn't mind just talking to the girl after all since she started to become less and less hostile with each laugh Angelo was able to get out of the girl.

[User]
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH..."

Nathaniel gave a loud sigh as he stretched out his arms over his head, the adrenaline leaving his body. It had gotten pretty dark while he and Megan were stuck in virtual reality playing card games, which probably meant that the time was getting pretty late since they were in a dessert. Considering how much of a sweat Nathaniel had worked up jumping around and climbing up and down ladders, it was probably a good idea to head back to his dorm and take a shower before going to bed. He had just Action Dueled in a dress shirt and tie too. Yeah, t-shirts will definitely be the order of the day tomorrow.

"Well, I should probably head back." Nathaniel said to Megan with a yawn and a stretch. "See you in class tomorrow."

Giving a wave to Camryn in farewell, Nathaniel left the arena and began his trek back to the main building. Now that the sun wasn't beating down on him like a drum, it was actually quite cool walking around in the desert night. It was a calming walk and his sweat cooled quickly. As Nathaniel came close to the Duel Tower, he suddenly thought that he should probably visit the card shop. Judging from his last duel, there were probably some cards he needed to replace. Like Fluffal Mouse. In fact, he wondered who included that in the decklist in the first place. Plus, there was supposedly a new pack that included new Performapal support, and that was always exciting.

When Nathaniel reached the building, he headed straight for the card shop. As he prepared to set his points down, so to speak, his gaze shifted towards a hulking giant. Seriously, this guy was huge. And Nathaniel was just standing there. In the card shop. With this giant of a man. What would his parents say?

[Assistant]
Just as Brad was about to leave for his dorm, he felt like he was being watched. Turning around, he spotted a sweaty fellow in some sort of fancy clothes. While people staring at him dumbfounded was not exactly an uncommon thing back home, considering that this school seemed to be some sort of weirdness magnet, he had not really expected it here.

"Hello," said Brad, his voice echoing in the mostly empty shop area. The temptation to add 'little man' to that brief statement was strong but Brad managed to fight it off.

[User] Camryn was shocked, to say the least. That was way better than her and Megan's duel! "Oh my god, that was amazing! Nate, you have got to teach me how to Action Duel like that!" Unfortunately, it looked like her happiness went unheard, and Nathaniel merely yawned loudly and left, though he at least waved at Camryn when he walked by. Camryn was a bit put out, but figured Eh, at least he waved. That means he hasn't written me off completely. She now noticed that it had gotten to be nighttime fairly quickly while their duel had been going on. She got up, stretched, and yelled over to Megan "I think I'll be heading inside too. See ya in class tomorrow!" Camryn proceeded to walk back to the school. Man, this is really different from back home. I don't think we've got any deserts in New Zealand. Though I know Australia's pretty much all desert. I wonder why? Camryn's thoughts continued in this vein until she arrived inside the school. Where should I go now? The card shop? ...Nah, the new Deepspace support hasn't dropped yet. I guess I'll just explore around a bit. She picked a random hallway and set off down it.


[System]
Age: 18

Bio: TBR
Force abilities: force push, force pull
Lightsaber color: silver
Lightsaber hilt pic:

Extras: works for dark side, but not actually dark (think Finn); pilot but no ship yet
Theme song: I Can Lift A Car by Walk The Moon

[User] Blaine keeps walking and arrives at his hideout as he does he begins to work on his speeder using the parts he traded (looks like a motorcycle that has no wheels)

[Assistant] A young human woman practices using the force to pull tree limbs towards her, and setting them down in a pile on a tarp she pulls behind her. With a sigh, she builds a fire in a nearby clearing. Every now and then she glances at the sky, waiting.

[User] Blaine finishes up his speeder and begins to start it up

[Assistant] Caimeag frowns when she recalls her mission, sighing in irritation when she considers the rundown ship lent to her. She walks to a nearby town to find some help, maybe even learn more about the Jedi fugitives.

[User] Blaine successfully starts his speeder and begins to ride it around

[Assistant] Caimeag sighs when she can't find a suitable mechanic. She goes to a nearby pub for something to eat.

[User] Vendle accidentally bumps into a young women entering the bar, and takes a step back to balance himself. He studies her, feeling the Force that rests in her.

[Assistant] Blaine cruises around on his speeder

[User] Caimeag looks up, frowning slightly. "Can I help you?" She steps back to let the man that had bumped into her pass.

[Assistant] He watches her, and blinks to clear his head. "Apologies, I didn't see you there."

[User] Blaine yawns and powers down his speeder

[Assistant] Caimeag sighs. "It's alright. Please, after you."

[User] He bows slightly to her. "Thank you." He slips past her and whispers to her. "I know what you are."

[Assistant] Caimeag straightens and puts an arm in front of him. "Care to explain yourself?" She crosses her arms, but her tone is calm.

[User] He smiles. "The Force is strong in you."

[Assistant] Caimeag raises her eyebrows slightly, unimpressed. "Is it now? Well, good day." She turns and goes into the bar, claiming a table in the corner. She orders a bowl of soup and swishes water around in her cup, judging the likelihood of it being tampered with.

[User] Blaine yawns and takes a nap

[Assistant] He laughs softly, and waves his hand, wiping his face from her memory.

[User] Caimeag frowns and blinks. Did she just meet someone? She leaves, uncomfortable with the gap in her memory.

[Assistant] Blaine gets up at the crack of dawn and begins to collect his crops

[User] Early the next morning, Caimeag still hadn't found a mechanic. She sighs and goes back to her camp. She decides to go the other direction, and passes a young man, around her age, collecting crops.

[Assistant] Blaine whistles and puts his crops up then looks at the young woman " are you lost? "

[User] Vendel rises from his meditation, and walks outside, hiding his ship as he goes, and lightly rests his hand on his lightsaber.

[Assistant] Caimeag starts and instinctively reaches for her concealed lightsaber, but she relaxes when she sees who's talking to her. She approaches the young man. "No, but I'm looking for a mechanic. Would you know one around these parts?"

[User] He walks away from the town, searching for more Force sensitive individuals to bring to the Dark Side.

[Assistant] Blaine smiles " actually I'm the mechanic just fixed up a old speeder for myself "

[User] Caimeag sighs in relief. "Oh thank goodness. How are you with ships?"

[Assistant] Blaine shrugs " I could probably fix up a ship"

[User] Caimeag smiles. "Okay. Are you free right now?"

[Assistant] Blaine nods" yes I'm free I having nothing else to do now that I fixed up my speeder "

[User] Caimeag nods. "Okay. It might be faster by speeder."

[Assistant] Blaine nods " then let's go" he says and gets on his speeder

[User] Caimeag nods and gets on behind him.

[Assistant] Blaine starts up the speeder " so where is the ship? " he asks

[User] "It's back that way. Do you know where the wood is?" Caimeag points where she came from, and proceeds to give him directions.

[Assistant] Blaine nods " yeah " he says and begins to drive the speeder over there

[User] He sighs, then grins as a thought strikes him. If I can't find them, they can always find me. He draws his lightsaber, and ignites it.

[Assistant] Caimeag frowns a little when she feels the Force from Blaine, but she doesn't say anything. She looks around, bracing her arms around him while he drives. "Here."

[User] Blaine stops and powers down the speeder

[Assistant] Caimeag gets off, and kicks dirt over the fire. She points to the ship lent to her, and it looks nothing more than a cargo ship.

[User] He walks out into the wilds, cutting his way through.

[Assistant] Blaine begins to study the ship" so what's wrong with it? "

[User] Caimeag sighs. "It'll start, but it won't take off. It'll just shoot forward."

[Assistant] Blaine nods" seems to be a problem with the thrusters "

[User] "You can fix it?"

[Assistant] Blaine nods" I can " he pulls out the tools he brought with him

[User] He growls in frustration, and fires his lightning into a nearby tree, setting it on fire.

[Assistant] Blaine looks up seeing a tree on fire a bit aways and frowns as he fixes the thrusters

[User] He slashes his lightsaber though it, slicing it in half, and watches it slowly topple over with a deafening crack.

[Assistant] Blaine frowns further " weird" he mutters

[User] Caimeag's head snaps up when a tree falls. She frowns. "I'll be right back." She gets off of the speeder and goes to where the tree had fallen, keeping in the shadows. She growls softly when she sees the hooded man.

[Assistant] He turns, and begins walking out of the now burning trees, sheathing his lightsaber.

[User] Blaine nods and finishes fixing up the thrusters

[Assistant] Caimeag narrows her eyes and uses the force to whack the hooded man in the head with a limb.

[User] He grunts in pain, and lashes out with his mind. "Reveal yourself!"

[Assistant] Caimeag writes in the mud with a twig: 'That's what you get for bumping into me. Not to mention trying to wipe my memory.' With that, she goes back to Blaine. "How's it going over here?"

[User] Blaine whipes his hands " it's all fixed "

[Assistant] He takes a deep, slow breath, lightning arching between his fingers.

[User] Caimeag purses her lips and goes into the cockpit. She checks everything, and the ship hums to life and lifts. She walks back out when she'd landed the ship. "How much?"

[Assistant] Blaine shrugs " I usually just trade for scrap but I don't need it anymore "

[User] Caimeag frowns. "Is there anywhere you need to go?"

[Assistant] He clenches his fist, and the lightning fades.

[User] Blaine shakes his head " nope I've been living here for a good amount of time and I've been fine so far "

[Assistant] Caimeag frowns then shrugs. "I suppose I owe you a favor."

[User] Blaine shrugs again" I mean you don't need to its fine "

[Assistant] Caimeag shakes her head. "No. You came out here to help a stranger, so I'm paying you back."

[User] Blaine nods" alright if you insist "

[Assistant] Caimeag nods. "I do. See you around."

[User] Blaine nods" see you around " he says and hops on his speeder

[Assistant] "Wait. Your a force user... aren't you?"

[User] Blaine frowns then smiles " no you must have the wrong person I'm just a mechanic "

[Assistant] Caimeag huffs a little and smiles. "Alright. I'll find you the next time I need a mechanic."

[User] Blaine nods" see you next time" he rides away on his speeder

[Assistant] Caimeag watches him leave and frowns. "Definitely a force user. Jedi by the way he was acting. I need to find him, but I don't even know his name," she mutters to herself as she packs the ship.

[User] Blaine parks his speeder at his house and he begins to quickly gather his things he bends down and opens a secret floor panel revealing his lightsaber

[Assistant] Caimeag packs her ship and when she's finished opens a hidden compartment to get her lightsaber.

[User] Blaine hides his lightsaber in a hidden but easy to reach pocket and rides his speeder to the planet's spaceport

[Assistant] Caimeag puts the lightsaber in a concealed scabbard and prepares the ship for Naboo.

[User] Blaine gets a ticket to hoth

[Assistant] Caimeag is on her way to Naboo when she gets information from the Sith that there's been talk of a rebel base on Hoth, and she's to infiltrate it.

[User] Blaine takes the ship to hoth recently a rebellion had begun but he wanted no part in it

[Assistant] Caimeag starts the jump to Hoth, and she recites her sob story.

[User] Blaine stays with the rebellion just because they are the only source of shelter

[Assistant] Caimeag gains the trust of a lieutenant, her story enforced by her ragged and dirty clothes. The lieutenant welcomes her and leads her around. She balks a little when she sees a familiar face. The mechanic.

[User] Blaine sees her and raises an eyebrow his fingers grease stained from working on a droid

[Assistant] The lieutenant introduces her and leaves to talk to a general. Caimeag stands awkwardly, unsure what to do.

[User] Blaine ignores her acting like he never saw her and walks off to fix something else

[Assistant] Caimeag frowns faintly and sits, but the others engage her in conversation.

[User] Blaine sighs when he's alone " damn maybe I can escape to dagobah "

[Assistant] Caimeag obtains information and acts like she belongs there.

[User] Blaine tries to find a ship to dagobah

[Assistant] Caimeag finds out that someone is wanting passage to Dagobah and volunteers herself, a hood obscuring her features. "Tell them to meet me on my ship dawn tomorrow."


[System]
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 16
Melee Weapon of Choice: Great-sword
Ranged Weapon of Choice: Longbow
Appearance:
Bio: Athelle was born in Gil'ead and promptly dumped on the streets. Subsequently, a family of elves took her in, and fed her and clothed her and raised her, and so she grew up surrounded by elven customs. The man she grew up calling 'Father' was an ambassador to the dwarves, and her 'Mother' was an assistant to both Queen Iślanśadi and Queen Arya. She had one older brother and an older sister, both of whom loved her dearly. Her brother taught her all about politics, and her sister taught her how to fight.
Dragon's Name: Aethore
Dragon's Appearance:
Other: She can use maces, but not very well.

[User] Tormir looked up at the giant structure before him, serving as the entrance gate to Dras Shur'tugal, or City of the Dragon Riders. This was the great city outside of Alagaesia that Eragon Brommson, also known as Shadeslayer, built as a base for the rebirth of the Dragon Riders, and was also where new Dragon Riders, like Tormir, if he was lucky, would be trained. The young dwarf was honored and excited to be here, looking around to see that there was a total of about 50 people around his own age, or at least, in appearance, of various races. Other dwarves like himself, humans, elves, even a couple Urgals, which he thought odd, but who was he to question the great Eragon's choices? He approached the gate with the others and entered when it opened, lead by their guides, who had traveled with them all throught Alagaesia to pick them up and bring them here. They were a few of the new Riders, lead by former elven queen, Arya and her green dragon, Firnen.

[Assistant]
Vadrua grinned up at the towering structure. She had been fairly used to structures that were smooth and wooden because of her life with her people. Growing up she had Idolized the woman who lead her here to the city. The elven queen Arya and her dragon partner Firnin stood proudly at the head of the group. She smiled slightly seeing a dwarf there waiting for the group.
"Pleasure to meet you." She said in a voice that sounded both like authority and grace, walking confidently up to the dwarf.

[User] "Well met elf!" Tormir said, looking to the female elf who greeted him. "I am Tormir, son of Hort, of Durgrimst Ingeitum. Who may you be?"

[Assistant] "I am Vadrua of Du Weldenvarden. You must know some very honorable Dwarves if you're of Durgrimst Igneitum. I hear Eragon was made an honorary member of your clan." She said smiling.

[User] "That he did. And that I am. I am actually grandson to King Orik, 43rd king of the dwarves." he said. He then noticed they were being guided into the structure, and what appeared to be an entrance hall, though it was massive, to be able to fit the dragons.

[Assistant]
Athelle followed the crowd, knowing full well that she was exceedingly late. She was shifty and uncomfortable, as was the result of being raised among elves as a human child. Athelle usually stood with the elves, and so that is exactly what she did. As she was walking over there, she almost walked straight into a dwarf, who was standing next to an elf. "Oh! I'm so sorry," she said. "I didn't mean it!"
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[User] Tormir jumped a bit, his hand going to his axe when she bumped into him, but relaxed and gave a laugh. "Tis fine!" he said. "No harm done, though you did give me a bit of a fright, you did! I'm Tormir, son of Hort, and you are?"

[Assistant]
Vadrua smiled she recognised the girl and she seemed friendly enough.
"You're fine young one just mind where you walk alright." She said with a smile she hoped showed warmth and kindness.

[User]
"I'm Athelle Vestoria of Du Weldervan," she said, as she usually used her home city over her birth one. "And of course, Elda, I shall endeavor to be more careful," Athelle stated, punctuating it with a slight bow.
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[Assistant] "A human from an elf village? That's not something you hear everyday!" he said, giving a laugh. "A pleasure to meet you, both of you!"

[User]
"I was born in unusal circumstances, so I suppose this is the best that could have happened," Athelle said cheerily. "It has been an honor to meet you. Atra du evarínya ono varda, vnir." (Translation: May the stars watch over you, friend.)
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[User]
Eli stood in front of Dras Shur'tugal, the City of the Dragon Riders. We walk through the to the towering building that stood tall overlooking the city. He walks through the gate finding an open room filled with about 50 other around his age well he pretty sure. he walks up to a group of dwarf, elf and a human. Might as well make some friend since he got the chance.

 "Hi my name is Eli it nice to meet you," Eli said.

[Assistant] "Ah, yet another person joins us!" Tormir said. "I am Tormir, son of Hort! Well met Eli!" He turned to Athelle and bowed to her saying "May the stone take you when you pass on, and sit beside the god that created you."

[User] "nice to meet you Tormir" Eli said. He never met a Dwarf or an elf before this could be interesting.

[Assistant]
"A pleasure to meet you as well," Athelle said as her eyes alighted on the newcomer. "I'm Athelle Vestoria of Du Weldervan. Where are you from?"
Hybrid

[User] "Your from an elf village that intresting, well I'm from a tiny village far out in country you probably don't know about it" Eli said taking off Coolie hat and letting it hang on his back.

[Assistant] Vadrua noted the newcomer with a nod. She felt nervous around him with him shielding his face the way he did. Regardless she nodded along following the conversation intently.

[User] "What kind of farmer gets armor like that!?" Tormir asked, raising an eyebrow. Before he could answer, the doors at the far end of the entrance hall opened to reveal a room full of dragon eggs. Several were brought out as a tall elf stepped out and said "We will call your names one by one. When your name is called, step forward and walk in front of the eggs, holding your left hand out. If an egg hatches, pick up your dragon and have a seat to the right. If no egg hatches, head back out to the gate and you will be taken home once everyone has been called!" He pulled out a list and began calling out names.

[Assistant]
"What kind of farmer gets armor like that!?" Tormir asked.

 The question came to Eli as a surprise. That was a question he didn't want to answer it was also a question he hoped didn't come up in conversation. He was ready to answer but he didn't really want to. He was about to answer when the doors at the far end of the entrance hall opened revealing a room filled with Dragon egg. Eli sigh in relief, he didn't have to answer the question.

 "We will call your names one by one. When your name is called, step forward and walk in front of the eggs, holding your left hand out. If an egg hatch, pick up your dragon and have a seat to the right. If no egg hatches, head back out to the gate and you will be taken home once everyone has been called!" An Elf said. He pulled out a list of names and started calling them. One by one people came up and touch the egg. Then Eli's name was called. He walks up to the dragon egg and held his hand over the egg. For a minute nothing happens but suddenly the egg crack and a small Black and purple dragon stood in front of him.

 Eli stood there amazed be couldn't believe he was chosen by a dragon. He slowly moves his hand toward the dragon once he made contact a searing pain went through his arm and a blinding flash appeared. His eyes adjust back to normal when the pain from his hand flooded his mind. He looks at his hand finding a silver mark on it. he started at it than back at the dragon who was staring at him with its deep black eyes.

 "Please pick up your dragon and have a seat," The Elf said with a pleased expression. Eli picks up his dragon and took a seat. He couldn't believe he was picked him out of everyone. He looked down at the dragon who was curled up in his lap laying there comfortably. He turns his attention back to the crowd when the Elf started calling name again.

[User]
"Thanks," Athelle said to Eli, and then hurried into the room with the dragons.

Eventually, her name was called. "Athelle Vestoria," the Elf boomed. She rose and walked to the eggs, making sure to touch each one. The instant she put her hand on the black egg that looked as though it were made of obsidian, the top of the shell shattered and out came her dragon, shining black and glittering and purring in her hand. "Fells Nángoröth," Athelle murmured, gently stroking the dragon as she took a seat next to Eli and his stunning purple-and-black dragon. "Nice job," she said to him quietly.
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Translation: Blasted Mountains

[Assistant] Vadrua smiled seeing the two before her, called up they didn't receive Dragons but they did see some eggs wobble slightly which gave her hope. Before long the Elf called out above the general din that had built. "Vadrua!" He called she stood and reverently walked across the small distance and passing before the eggs. Gently brushing her hand along each egg until she reaching a pearl white colored egg. Once her hand touched it the egg seemed to burst open and a small dragon with brilliant white scales. Smiling in awe Vadrua reached out and touched the small dragon who nuzzled her hand sending a searing pain through her hand causing her to cry out some. The flash that accompanied the pain was blinding but it faded quickly and before she could even pick the dragon up the small one had climbed up onto her shoulder purring happily. Looking down at her hand she smiled seeing the Gedwey Ignasia shimmering on her hand. The very mark that made her a Rider. As she moved to sit with the others Vadrua looked up and saw Arya smiling and clapping along with the crowd. Moving proudly she moved and sat next to the others smiling brightly the way elves only do when they are filled with enough joy that they cannot contain it any longer.

[User]
After a few more people left, Tormir was called up next. He paced before the eggs holding his hand over them, but it seemed none would hatch for him. He'd almost given up hope until the very last egg on the end, a purple one, began to shake and crack. He stood there and watched a small purple head poked out and looked up at him. He smiled big and gently touched the dragon's head with his hand, wincing a little at the pain, and flash of light. He pulled her out of the egg and, looking at her purple color, said "I'll call you Lilla." He held the little dragon in his arms and carried her to the table, where he sat with the others. Once everyone had either gotten a dragon or left to head back to Alagaesia, the elf clapped his hands and the eggs were brought back into the room they came from. "Now that you have been chosen, it is time to feast!" he clapped his hands once more and trays of food had been brought out, with special trays of meat brought out for the dragons. "Once you have had your fill, you will be taken to your rooms, and tomorrow will begin your lessons!"

(Pronounced Lee-lah, and is Norwegian for purple, since Norwegian is one of the languages the author used to make up the ancient language, so he's basically calling her purple in the ancient language)

[Assistant]
Allisa walked up behind the crowd not showing she was there. She was used to people not seeing her. She was walking quietly with her head down. She knew she would probably have to meet them sooner or later but she was much more interested in her main reason for being there...she wanted her dragon. She lowered her hood as the man in charge explained how everything would happen. When he said that egg might not hatch...she had not taken that into account. She knew it was a possibility but she knew that would not be the case.

When her name was called she walked up to her egg. The color showed red and black specs all around it. From a distance she could almost hear a heart beat coming from inside the egg. She closed her eyes and placed both hands on the sides of the egg. As she did a small light wrapped around the egg. As she opened her eyes the egg instantly began cracking open. Allisa smiled brightly. She ran her hand accross the bridge of the dragon's nose softly. "You shall be my family now." She said to the dragon as she placed her forehead softly near his. "Reonia...you will be by my side from now on." She said as she looked up to see everyone heading to the feast. She grabbed her young dragon and carried him in to the hall and sat down at the table.

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[User] Food... Athelle was starving and had been for hours. She did not want to eat, for fear of throwing up. She had forgotten to eat breakfast, although she ran with her dragon clinging to her hand to the feast hall. She ran in and took a seat, looking on as everyone else navigated their way around. Her Gwëdy insignia was tingly and bright silver. She looked down at the dragon. "I'll name you.... Aethor," she said to her dragon, and then to the elf sitting next to her, "Hello. My name is Athelle Vestoria. I am from Du Weldervan. What about you?"


[System]
Age: 211, to his best estimate
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 192 lbs
Race: Vampire
Birthplace: England, circa 1667 (Elizabethan era)
Short Bio: Born in the Elizabethan era and surviving into the Victorian, Vail has seen the rise and fall of two centuries' worth of dynasties—not just human, but supernatural as well. As a member of the Hygrace family, he was raised in the wealth and prestige of the most powerful vampire clan in London. His uncle, Lord Reginald Hygrace, was a respected leader, known across the nation for offering protection to any vampires who needed sanctuary from The Order of the Saints: an influential group of men and women who tracked down and killed the "demons" for a living.

For nearly a century, Reginald's efforts kept both his family and the rest of the vampires safe. However, around the year 1750, he made the mistake of taking in a man named Lord Elias Wynter. At a glance, Elias seemed like just another refugee seeking sanctuary with the Hygrace family, but in truth, he sought to overthrow the ruling dynasty completely.

Unbeknownst to the Hygraces, the Wynters had been plotting for quite a while to take over and change the way that vampires lived in England altogether. They believed that as "superior beings," they should fight back against humans instead of hiding from them in fear. They saw the Hygraces were weak and cowardly, unfit to lead their kind, and so started a rebellion.

When he commenced his attack, Elias managed to kill Reginald, but his attempt to finish off the rest of the oldest generation was cut short by his victim's younger brother—Vail's father—Peter, who went on to take over as the leader of the Hygrace clan in his sibling's stead. Unfortunately, the Wynter family refused to give up after just one defeat and has continued to fight for power against the ruling dynasty ever since.

For Vail, the following century of his life was spent predominantly in hiding. As the son of the most powerful vampire in England, he had to look out not only for members of the Saints but the Wynters as well. With such a large target on his back, he learned how to fight and wield a gun in order to protect himself. Both skills have saved his life since.

Of course, he can't spend all his time in seclusion without going stir crazy, so he finds time to attend parties and other large gatherings put on by other aristocrats in London to get out of the Hygrace manor on occasion.

[User]
Victoria blushed with coyness as Vail laced his fingers with hers and declared she was his. In a more formal fashion. He made his feelings perfectly clear to his own family before and now to his future mother in law, she hoped, at least. She was grateful that her mother was so accepting of him and took it so well but then again, she saw the horrors Lord Spencer had put her through.

As Victoria escorted Vail to the door, she smiled upon hearing his intentions were to keep loving her. She could not ask for more than that. Other than a gesture of commitment in the form of an engagement ring. Which would enrage his father, of course. She sighed when Vail expressed, he didn't have any kind of plan to win over Peter. Only time would tell. Or if the Wynters made a move on them. So, it was settled then, they would wait until the Wynters were dealt with. And that meant more training with the Order. Victoria wasn't going down without a fight. She only latched her hand tightly around Vail's cooler skinned hand.

She received his kiss with a soft sigh, she loved the feeling of his lips upon her porcelain skin. She swooned as he called her 'his love' for the very first time. She never thought two words would melt her heart so much than those he spoke. She smiled brightly when he declared he was going to fight for her, for them both to be together. She almost gasped at the mention he wanted to make her his fiancé and wife in the future, her cheeks flushed bright red. "I do trust you, Vail. With my life, my soul and my heart." She revealed softly. She was happy he wasn't going to let his father win in his decision to keep them apart.

"Once we deal with the Wynters and when everything has calmed down, we can discuss our future…" She didn't want to add 'if she lived' at the end of the sentence. She didn't want to think about that. "So I shall see you in three days' time?" She confirmed his plan. She knew he was still sneaking out of his manor house and keeping his rendezvous with his lover a secret from his father. "I'll miss you, until then I shall be waiting." She tiptoed up to peck his lips gently with her ruby ones. As she released his lips, she grinned at him. "My love."

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A pleased smile pulled at Vail's lip when Victoria declared that she trusted him with every part of her being. He could tell by her occasional questions that she wanted more than just an informal, secretive relationship with him, and he truly did want to give her more than that. He was grateful that she was willing to be patient for now. It would have been selfish of them to put their romance above the threat of the Wynters, because he knew that doing so would only further distract Peter and sever their trust in one another. For the sake of the slim chance that the clan leader might take his advice about preparing for war one day, he would have to keep meeting with the Crest heiress subtly. It was for the safety of his family, and he was glad that she seemed to understand his reasoning.

When she repeated the plan back to him, he nodded. "And no later," he assured her. Even though he was the one who had insisted that they wait, he wasn't eager to postpone taking another step forward with her either. Since her lifespan was so brief, it felt to him like they didn't have very much time. The few decades they would have together were a mere blink compared to his immortal existence. The knowledge didn't deter him from investing in her as a mate, but it still saddened him to know that the woman who had stolen his heart would only be able to hold onto it for thirty or forty years. He didn't want to wait any longer than was necessary to stop hiding and be with her every day.

Leaning down slightly, Vail met Victoria's lips as she kissed him and then met her blue eyes adoringly. "And I'll miss you as well," he agreed with a quiet exhale, though a soft smile graced his lips when she called him her love. Although she had been ill at the time, he had enjoyed the days they had been able to spend in his bedroom after he'd whisked her off to the Hygrace manor. It had felt like a window into the future that he longed to share with her, one in which they didn't have to spend more time apart than together. He hoped the next three days would pass by quickly, so he could return to see her again.

"Stay safe, Victoria," he advised, his thoughts wandering back to the ominously quiet Lord Spencer. "If you need me before the end of three days, don't hesitate to tell me. I meant it when I said you're mine, and I protect what's important to me. As long as I can help it, I'm not going to allow him to hurt you again." His lip curled slightly at the mention of the rival vampire, but the cold expression vanished as he planted one more kiss on her cheek. "Barring any incidents, I'll see you in three days."

Turning to the door, he stepped out into the cold night and casted her one last glance over his shoulder. "I love you," he said to her once more just before he closed the door behind him and began the walk back to the Hygrace manor.

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Those three words had such power over Victoria. She felt a rush of tingles as he said he loved her. She couldn't be anymore lucky to have the vampire Lord's love, rather than just his desire for her blood. She bid him a goodbye blown kiss from her hand before he shut the door behind him. She then turned and leaned her back against the door, sighing contently. She wore a soft smile on her face and her cheeks felt flushed. She stared dreamily off into the distance for a few minutes thinking about Vail. She missed him already.

She ventured up to her room to get some much-needed sleep before training resumed tomorrow. She would keep herself busy until she saw Vail again in three days. She felt giddy knowing Vail vowed to protect her from Spencer. Instead of planning her wedding to Vail, she was training for an upcoming battle with the Wynter clan. She didn't exactly live a normal life to any other noblewoman.

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It was nearly five am when there was a loud bang at the front door. Victoria awoke with a contorted expression. "What in the name of God…?" She sighed as there was no servants in to get the door. More banging ensued as she put on her long dressing gown and slippers. "Hold on!" She shouted as she hobbled down the stairs sleepily. She got to the door and shouted. "Who is it?"

"Ray and Gerald! Open up it's pissing it down!" Gerald shouted back through the wooden double doors. Victoria sighed and opened the door to the two drowned rats. "Do you know what time it is?"

"Five am." Ray declared as he rushed past with what looked like a tiny scroll that a carrier pigeon used. "The Wynters have landed in Southampton, sooner than we expected." He warned her as her expression turned to worry. "Really? That means they'll be here within two day or so at their speed of travel on foot." She knew the speed of vampires from learning more about them.

"We have no time to prepare. We must put our plan into action." Gerald stated as Victoria put her hand to her temple in frustration. "I thought we had weeks to prepare, not days…" She sighed and looked up at them both. "So what is the plan? Run, hide or fight?" She asked and folded her arms.

"The plan is to fight with a back up to run and escape to your aunt's manor in Scotland." Ray revealed and beckoned her to follow him to her kitchen. He got out a map of London. "We'll set up the first defence perimeter here along London Bridge. Then the second defence line here at Waterloo, the third here at Piccadilly Circus and the final on the outskirts before reaching Crest Manor." He pointed out some markings at the locations. "And we'll set up a trap for the rest that filter through the defence lines." Gerald added. "With fire, brimstone and lots of silver."

"Shouldn't we let the Hygrace's know? I'm sure Vail will help us fight." Victoria suggested.

"We don't need that vampire to fight our battles." Gerald snorted and she sighed at him.

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The return journey to the Hygrace manor was uneventful for Vail. He made it back to his family's territory without incident and even arrived at his bedroom without being stopped and questioned by any of his relatives. Even though he'd already come up with an excuse to explain away the floral perfume that clung to his skin, he was relieved that he didn't have to use it before he retreated to the sanctuary of his private quarters for the night. Attempting to dodge a potential argument with Peter, he remained behind the closed door, occupying his time by reading more of the book he had found in the archive until his concentration was broken by a quiet knock.

He permitted the visitor to enter, silently praying that it wasn't his father, and then raised a brow bemusedly as his mother stepped into the room. She looked worn with tired eyes and skin that was slightly paler than usual, and her clothes were spattered with flecks of blood—not her own, Vail determined when he pinpointed the scent as human. "What are you still doing up?" he queried, setting his book aside to give her his full attention. Like the rest of their family, Katherine had adjusted to a daylight schedule, so he had thought she would be sleeping until sunrise.

"A new refugee arrived after you left," she sighed, closing the door behind her.

"Oh?" Vail mused, his hazel eyes drifting quizzically down to her stained clothes.

Katherine followed his gaze and shook her head sourly. "It belongs to a servant," she answered his unspoken question. "Erasmus forgot himself and bit the poor girl. I had to separate them before she fainted from shock."

Vail nodded thoughtfully. It was rare for one of his relatives to prey upon the humans who served them, but he suspected he knew why his cousin had done so. Even though the other Hygraces had laughed in his face about the threat of the Wynters, Erasmus must have secretly taken the warning to heart. If the cowardly vampire thought his life was in danger, he would have stopped leaving the premises to feed altogether until his bloodlust had grown so unbearable that he'd snapped. His cousin's mistake would be difficult for the rest of the family to recover from—anytime this happened, the servants became terrified of the vampire clan they served—but Vail was smugly pleased that his only potential competition for his inheritance had slipped up so royally. If there was ever a chance that Peter would have willed the Hygrace estate to Erasmus, it was gone now.

"Does any of this have to do with me?" he asked as his mother sat down in the chair across from him. As much as he enjoyed hearing that his relative had tripped over his own two feet, he didn't believe Katherine had come to his room just to tell him that news.

"No," she confessed, her eyes wandering down and up his frame. "I just had a suspicion that I wanted to confirm." A knowing expression took over her eternally youthful features. "You came back awfully late tonight."

"I went out to hunt," Vail shrugged nonchalantly. It was technically true, since he had fed on Victoria's blood when he'd visited the Crest manor. He just left out the detail that he'd done so whilst sitting with her in a bathtub.

"Mhm," Katherine seemed unconvinced. Her gaze was tinted with both concern and disapproval as she went on, "Vail, I think it would be best if you stop seeing that human, at least until you've given someone else a chance. Peter has been in communication with Sylvia's father, and they've arranged for the two of you to begin courting tomorrow afternoon."

"Why am I only hearing about this now?" Vail narrowed his eyes, feeling blind-sided by the reveal.

"Peter knows you wouldn't have agreed to it while you're still obsessed with the Crest girl," she replied matter-of-factly. "Keeping the arrangement from you was for your own good. I'm only telling you now so that you can behave with dignity when Lady Sylvia arrives tomorrow." She rose gracefully from her seat and smoothed down her bloodied skirt. "You should get some sleep while you can. Your father will be by tomorrow at noon to wake you for the outing. Goodnight, Vail." She bowed her head to him curtly and strode back to the door, leaving her son to process the news alone.


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Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Appearance:
She is 5 foot 7 inches. Unlike the picture, she has heterochromia, her left eye being blue and her right eye being brown. She normally keeps her hair tied into a pony tail behind her back so it does not get in the way.
Bio:
 She was born in the City of Golden Shores, her parents being somewhat successful merchants and she herself assisting them in their work. At the age of ten, they were set upon one night by a gang of thieves, who had proceeded to relieve the three of all their valuables and profits of the day. Not happy yet with their haul, they then tried to steal her as well from them, presumably to sell her as a servant on the black market. Her parents, having attempted to fight back against the kidnapping, were stabbed multiple times in front of her. Before the group could take her however, they were ambushed by a rogue vigilante, his fiery blades cutting through cloth and skin like butter.
 Nicholson, as her savior introduced himself, took her in, raising her as if she was his own. He taught her how to steal food and clothing without being detected, how to defend herself, and even continued teaching her how to read and write. For several years, they lived happily with each other, despite the harrowing circumstances they regularly encountered. However, after she turned eighteen, he had become very sick. During this time, she spent all the money she could find and steal on trying to find a cure for him. Having found nothing, his time came at the beginning of the next year. Before his death however, he bequeathed to her his pair of fiery blades and pleaded with her not to continue their lifestyle, wanting her to achieve something greater in her life.
 Grief ridden, she took odd jobs in an attempt to follow her long time mentor's last wishes. After four years, she had begun to despise the city she had been born and raised in, having made very little progress in her attempts at an honest living. Then, one night while trying to drink her worries away in an inn, she heard tales of a company of mercenaries by the name of the Bloodrose Irregulars. The next morning, she gathered up what little possesions she had and left for Honimora, figuring anything was better than staying in her birthplace.
 Now, being a new recruit to the company, she awaited her first mission...

Fighting Style: Thief. She has very swift and agile movements, focusing on dispatching her opponent as quickly and quietly as possible. Sneak attacks and back attacks are her specialty, and is not beyond the use of trickery to get the best of her opponent.
Equipment: A pair of Tanto daggers. Also carries several throwing knives.
Skills/Abilities: Her main blades are relics of the fire type, allowing her to spontaneously heat them up at will to a glowing, white hot temperature without damaging the blades. She is currently however unable to maintain the heat for more than a few seconds. She is also talented at remaining hidden and quiet.
Other Information: 1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it.
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC

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She'd always been alight sleeper, so when Alm's cry on 'Orcs!' reached her, her eye snapped open and she scrambled to her feet. It hadn't been the most restful sleep, but that was because she'd slept in her armour; a prudent thing to do if possible when in lands as hostile as the desert. As Shion's Flare lit the night she took stock of their attackers and grimaced slightly, two to one odds wasn't that bad, but still not fantastic. Her attention was focused on the archers and the mage; up close any orc was extremely dangerous, but most favoured raw power over skill, so keeping out of their way wasn't too hard…so long as one could avoid getting blindsided by and arrow or a spell.

Leaving her sword sheathed for the moment, she pulled her grimoire and flicked it open, her thumb finding the right page with ease. Most mages needed finding spells woven into their grimores to save from hunting for the right page during heated moments; Iroryn had simply transcribed them enough times to have everything in one place. Book in one hand, she raised the other sharply as wisps of cold air gathered at her palm while her lips moved silently as she recited the spell; moments later a four inch long, razor sharp, piece of ice shot out towards the orcish archers. Two of them were paying attention, and as the light erupted, they were nocking arrows as they kept their eyes on the party so when her spell launched they saw it coming and moved; the third wasn't so smart. Distracted by the light, he was still staring at the sky when the shard buried itself into his chest. The orc made a surprised grunt before collapsing like a puppet that'd had it's strings cut.

She heard an unfamiliar sound and turned slightly to see Kaeciel firing that repeating crossbow of his out of the corner of her eye. Moments later the arrows came down, killing one and wounding two more. Smiling at that, she traded her grimorie for her blade and moved forward to support Lady Olivia and Alm as the orcs closed. Focusing on her blade, she let loose with a Tempest slash; though the orcs were still too far out to be affected by the cold blast, it had the side-affect of throwing a bunch of sand and dust up in their faces as they rushed the Irregulars.

[Assistant] After awakening to the sound of Alm calling out about Orcs. He made his way to the back line. A wand in each hand. He didn't like having his sleep interrupted. He slowly shook his head as he walked up next to Kaeciel. He lifted his right hand and pointed his wand at the oncoming horde. "incrementum spinam." He said flatly, as he waved his wand. Drawing a line between the horde, and the front line. A row of thorn bushes sprung up out of the sand, in a line between the front line attackers, and the horde of Orcs. It would slow them down, allowing the front line attackers to further prepare for the onslaught. Glyndan sighed and holstered both wands on his hips. "It is too late for this," Glyndan said as his book appeared in his hands. He let go of the book, as it fluttered to a page. He stuck his arms out to either side. As orange energy formed a line behind his arms. The Eldritch weave forming into a spell. His right hand came up over, and his left hand under. To meet with his hands in the middle. Palm to palm. Index fingers extended. He let out a deep sigh. The orange energy line had spun, creating a large circle. He shot both arms upward, and the circle on energy shot upwards. This was to help the party. As anyone is aware, fighting while facing the sun is harder, than fighting with the sun on your back. His fingers formed a triangle above his head, before twisting into various other shapes. With each careful movement of his fingers, the circle grew brighter and brighter. Illuminating the battlefield, casting light onto the Orcs, and their eyes. Besides, at the very least, it would blatantly mark him as a spellcaster, prompting the Orc's ranged forces on him, instead of the ground troops.

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At the sound of the call, Ariel jerked out of her tent, daggers already strapped to her sides. "I hope these orcs aren't pushovers like the last group." She grunted, a hard smile appearing on her face. She would have preferred to have gotten more sleep, but alas, orcs were never the courteous type. She rushed over to the line, almost tripping as she pulled her boots on. She took her place in the formation, standing next to Stephan as her daggers left their leather holders. Ariel took up an almost crouching stance, her left blade resting in front of her chest, its blade pointed outwards. The other one was held at the ready at her side, ready to either parry or go for a surprise strike.

 "I'm not going to lie. I don't like you." She said testily to Stephan as Kaeciels' bolts flung forward from his crossbow. "But I hope you're a better fighter than you are a speaker." Her mismatched eyes focused on the oncoming orc attack party. And blinked as the sudden artificial sun from Glyndan illuminated the battlefield, as well as the thorn bushes he had created. Now that the ranged and mages among the orcs were hopefully drawn to him and Iroryn's magic, she could focus on the melee without worrying about an arrow embedding itself in her. Not that she had planned on making herself easy to hit. She'd had enough experience running and fighting in city markets that dodging a bunch of bumbling orcs shouldn't be an issue for her, especially ones already handicapped by Iroryn and Glyndan. Or so she hoped. She didn't fancy her chances if she got surrounded, and she had always had some difficulty with singular two handed weapon wielders.

 She focused on the shielded warriors, narrowing her eyes as she turned her thoughts away from the pointless hand wringing she had been doing in her head. They'd be nearly impossible for Kaeciel to take out with his bolts as long as they had half a brain. "But there isn't much they can do about a knife in the back of their throat." She reasoned to herself. And no amount of armor could protect them from the white heat she could engulf her blades in, capable of melting through steel like butter.