[System]
"The world is full of nice people. If you can't find one, be one."
Soul
Kindness
Age
12
Gender
Female
Appearance
She is about 4 feet tall and has naturally sad green eyes, but really most of the time she's smiling. She tends to tie her hair up into a ponytail whenever she can to keep it out of her face. She doesn't actually have any of those bandages on her right now, but otherwise that picture is how she looks. She has no scars in absence of the bandages either, she's perfectly fine at the moment.
Personality
In a few words: Kind (duh), secretive, observant, playful, joyful, and confident. She's always got a smile on her face, either because she's usually able to find something to be happy about, or for other's sakes. She may not be brave enough to run head-on into danger, or even sure that she'll make it through whatever obstacles she comes across, but she has confidence that in the end everything will turn out alright. She often keeps her thoughts to herself unless she's trying to cheer someone up.
History
As the story goes on you'll learn more about her, she won't bite if you ask.

[User] Generator SIN Once Misses Cassidy was done Max's ears were ringing slightly. Max looked over in the seat next to him and saw a girl. "hello my names max what's your?" max said smiling. He always treats people he doesn't know nicely to get to know them.@Venom

[Assistant]
Despite her headphones, Morrigan heard the deafening tone of the Megaphone. Thankfully the woman cast aside the instrument of ear destruction...Rather than listen to her stating the 'obvious' the girl decided to indulge in irony and turn up her music to the point that that any around her would likely hear it. As much as she wanted to turn off her thoughts and get lost in her remix of 4 days at Olivers soundtrack, some small person neared her.

He said something, but her music prevented any of it from being heard...She tossed him a rather uninviting stare. As much as she wants to be more unpleasant than is needed he hasn't done that much to bother her. Rather she pulls out a single ear bud and offers a cold greeting.

"No, I am clearly ready for a conversation. Do go on."

The girl crosses her legs and leans against the window, her eyes soon gazing out it instead of looking at the boy. Trying to paint a beautiful painting of just how thrilled she was that he choose her to pester.

[User]
Soul of Perseverance ♥ Mimi
@Thread Generator SIN
Examining mrs. Cassidy, Mimi grinned a mocking smile, whispering to herself "She is unfit to rule, she has zero authority. It would be better for everyone if she would just submit to me." After mrs. Cassidy was done talking, the silence answering her call only reinforced Mimi's confidence in her earlier declaration.

After the silence had once more faded, the tiny empress overheard a kid introducing himself, only to get greeted back in a horrifyingly sarcastic manner. Instantly, Mimi decided she liked this person. Though the girl was acting rather disconnected, Mimi was sure that if given enough time, a beautiful partnership could spring to life between them.

[Assistant]
William Davison,♥Bravery
William Taking a seat near the back found himself looking toward the open sky, counting clouds he mutters to himself. "Well at least we aren't going back to class today." Chuckling to himself he then looks toward the other kid sitting right next to him more in there own little world then anything else it looked like he was drawing something unknown to William "Hey whats that your drawing?" The kid jumped in surprise turned to William unknowing the fact that someone sat next to him "Well i-its uhh... its just a doodle you know... I don't really k-know what I'm doing..." The kid kept tripping over his own words it was clear that he wasn't the most outgoing kid around. "Hey kid it alright I think your art is actually really good." William responded trying to calm the kid down, after a couple seconds of silence between the two the kid looking at William finally responded with. "... Thank you." He looked back down to his art and continued his drawing while William looked back up to the clouds anticipating the drive to Lake Ebott.

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♥ Dilloh ♥

"So what did you have for breakfast?" The kid sitting by Dilloh asks.

What the hell kind of question is that? He gave the person he sat beside a look of dumbfounded awe at how they could possibly be this stupidly annoying.

"Well?" They ask, furthering Dilloh's reason to feel utterly annoyed by them.

"sigh~ Fine." He finally concedes, knowing that there won't be any other source of entertainment on this ride anyway. "I didn't get a chance to eat breakfast this morning." Truth be told, the reason he didn't get a chance to eat was because his parent's arguing with each other that morning. Telling that to the person sitting next to him would have probably gotten them to shut up, but once again, that would remove his only source of entertainment. So meh...

[Assistant]
Autumn leaves littering the edges of the street were dashed up into the air as the bus full of children rumbled down the street. Traffic was sparse but it was still relatively early, and most were either at work or school. As they made their way through the city and into more residential areas, early halloween decorations could be seen scattered about on every other home. Brilliant rays of sunlight beamed down from the late morning sun, fading every so often as the clouds occasionally roamed in the way. It hadn't been more than an hour or so since they had departed but the bus was ripe once again with the sounds of children as they talked amongst each other.

 "Do you always climb on top of tall things like a crazy person?" Spoke one of a pair of older girls sitting across from the young trouble maker Mimi. One was wearing a plaid skirt and a white collar t-shirt with a ponytail while the other had on glasses, a sweater and tights. "Why did you do that? What if you fell off? Are you dumb?" Nagged the one sitting furthest as she push up her slightly oversized glasses. The one closest smiled down at Mimi and continued, ignoring her friend. "Naw...I think you're kinda funny. Mimi right?" She extended her hand toward the little girl. "I like your style Mimi. I'm Naomi. Wanna be friends?" Her expression seemed genuine, even though her friend didn't seem to agree with the idea.

 Meanwhile, a couple seats ahead, four boys all joked and jostled, playfully kicking at each others ankles. One couldn't help but notice the drawing in the hands of the young boy William was speaking to. "Can I see?!" Proclaimed one of the rowdy older boys, taking the picture away from the kid before he could respond. "H-hey! Give that back!" Cried the young student as he feebly reached for his papers. "What is that?" "Looks stupid." "Is that a dinosaur?" "Let me see." They passed the doodle between each other, laughing and poking fun at it. The young boy sunk back into his seat, defeated, deciding to wait and see if they would eventually give back his picture.

 Suddenly, the bus slowed to a stop in front of a subtly decorated house, pulling to the side of the road as it's engine sputtered and growled. The halt of motion rose Mrs.Cassidy's attention from her clipboard of paperwork and scheduled events. She looked ahead through the window to see no manner of traffic or obstructions in the street. Only the bus driver next to her at the front of the bus as he fiddled with the ignition and the gas pedal, in a desperate attempt to get the bus going again. "What's going on? Why aren't we moving? I know we aren't there yet." The divers eyes met with hers as he gave a very decisive shrug. She pinched the bridge of her nose and let out an annoyed sigh before the driver got the hint and stood up, opening the doors and stepping down the small stairwell. After a moment, Mrs.Cassidy, having a need to be in control of the situation, followed behind.

 Mrs.Cassidy and the driver walked along to the front of the bus to check out the issue. Meanwhile inside the immobile bus, the children took the opportunity to start standing and playing around. Mr.Connors seemed like he was too invested in his volcanology book to pay any mind to the kids or the fact the bus had stopped. Instead he sat contented by himself, mumbling geological facts under his breath. "What's going on?" Asked a female student, tugging at the oblivious teacher's sleeve. He didn't even lift his eyes from the pages as he responded. "We're going to lake Ebott...Take a seat...we'll be there soon." Unsatisfied with the less than informative answer, she walked to the front of the bus and peered out the open doors.

 "So what's the issue here? We're already behind schedule!" Asked the ever impatient Mrs.Cassidy to the bus driver as he hunched over into the engine. She tried not to let the sight of his exposed lower backside meet her vision. But before she could manage any further complaints, the engine roared back to life, taking her slightly by surprise. The hood cover slammed and the slightly oily driver dusted his hands together, giving miss Cassidy a brief thumbs up before shuffling back onto the bus and into his seat. Looking down at her watch, Mrs.Cassidy once again followed close behind. "I can't believe I'm the trip coordinator and I'm going to be the last one there. Isn't there anyway you can make this thing go faster?" The divers looked up at her and after a moment shrugged conclusively. But then he thought of something. After some rummaging around in the bag next to his seat, he procured a rather wrinkled and slightly worn topographical map. Searching around for a moment, he found and pointed a specific spot. "A shortcut?" Asked miss Cassidy, somewhat skeptical. She was answered with a decisive nod. Sighing once again, she reluctantly grabbed the map from his still slightly oily hands and looked closer at the shortcut he was referring to. "This seems kind of off the beat and path...are you sure it'll make up the time?" .....he shrugged. "Wow! you are the most helpful person I have ever met!" Concluded Mrs.Cassidy in a satirical tone as she shook her head and returned to her seat.

 As they approached the city limits, the road began to curve and narrow, winding through patches of forests and farms. Before long, civilization was in the distance behind them and the bus was on an incline as the road carried it up into the foothills around the base of the mountains. Through the window, the could see the massive mountain peaking into the sky just to the side of them, and for the first time the entire trip, Mr.Connors looked up from the book, his eyes gazing out over his glasses in awe at the massive geological beast. "Do you see that guys? That, my friends, is the legendary Mount Ebott! The place I THOUGHT we were going." The tail of his sentence seemed aimed at the field trip coordinator but his comment went otherwise unnoticed by her. He went on, his enthusiasm for the sight outweighing his disappointment that they weren't going. "Did you guys know that Mount Ebott is actually a dormant volcano? Volcanoes are classified as active, dormant or extinct depending on the amount of volcanic activity happening. 'Active' means there's regular activity, 'dormant' means there's been recent activity but that it's currently quiet and 'extinct', meaning it's been so long since the last eruption that it's unlikely to ever erupt again. Scientist don't yet know if th..." Mr.Connors went on, bolstering on about volcano facts and geological nonsense.

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Soul of Perseverance ♥ Mimi
Generator SIN
Bursting out in laughter at being called dumb, Mimi took a moment to recover. 'Dumb'. Clearly, this simpleton couldn't understand her greatness. Momentarily ignoring the nagging girl and turning to Naomi, Mimi smiled back. "Thanks, Nana! Glad to see one of you understands greatness. So yeah, let's get along!" Sticking out her tongue at the nagging girl, Mimi decided she'd clear up a misunderstanding the nagging girl seemed to have. "You think I would fall off? Why would you think such a thing? Falling is for the weak! Actually, why do you think in such a manner to begin with? You'll never reach greatness with a mindset like that! It seems that I will have to teach you how to be amazing. So we'll be friends now, too."

Practically beaming with a confident, yet slightly hopeful smile, Mimi looked at the two girls. Nothing but good times ahead of them for sure.

[Assistant]
Lucia ~♥~ A Kind Soul
Going on a trip in our favorite rocket ship blinding yellow hulk of a school bus!

Lucia wasn't bothered by the girl's silence. She'd probably just come off as a little intimidating without meaning to was all. Instead of trying to do something to help, which may have just made it worse, she chatted with the students around her as the bus drove along. A lot of the older students near her hadn't seemed willing to talk to her at first, but after a few minutes she found a topic that they all opened up on: TV shows.

So it turns out that big kids do still like the 'little kid' shows that they 'used to' watch. They just don't admit it very often. The group she was talking to was in the middle of a heated debate over what the best episode of Spongebob Squarepants was when the bus stopped suddenly. In the slight chaos that event caused, the kids got up and moved around, Lucia among them. Well, she didn't really walk around at all, but ever since seeing the stunt that one girl had pulled before getting on the bus, and then Lucia realizing that girl was on the same bus as she was, she had an Idea in her mind that she could finally act on.

So, now she was standing on top of the back of her seat, one of her hands pressed to the ceiling of the bus to help her keep her balance. Her eyes found the person she was looking for only a few seats behind her, the girl was laughing as she talked to a few older kids and Lucia was able to overhear that her name was Mimi, though she couldn't make out much else of the conversation. Alright, time to do this.

"Your attention please!" She started, smiling broadly at anyone who actually turned to look before repeating herself, louder this time. "Your attention please! I am Lucia, and from this point forward I am the self-proclaimed Lieutenant to our rightful leader, Mimi." At this she carefully took her hand off the ceiling and bowed towards the girl, a bright smile on her face. "So, let's all be friends ok? That is all."

She stepped off of the chair and sat back down just as the bus started moving again. As they got out of the city she watched the land change into the beautiful sight of a mountain towering above the trees of the forest around them. Mt. Ebott, as Mr. Connors started explaining to the group that the mountain was actually a volcano. Too bad we're going to the lake today. I bet it'd be really fun to climb to the top of that... and the view from up there must be amazing!


[System]
Username:Ted Corp
Age: 19

Appearance:

Gender: Male

History: Giro had no love for his family. He was from the Hendo Family. Ever since he was born, he was fated to die and be a disgrace no matter how hard he tried. He soon learned that he was different for many of his kin. Most where light bearers or scouts, but Giro was more proficient in using a spear. He manipulated the shinsoo in a way that allowed him to increase agility and throw people off on his location. He used this to single out targets in battle before they became a threat. This was spotted by the leader of the family and threw him down to the floors below to test out his skills but the last words that was said to Giro was not heart warming. "Leave now you failure." Leaving with this words, Giro was thrown away with the feeling of loss and confusion. But what could Giro do. He was one of many children of the family. To the family and the tower, he was just a tiny speck. Now wanting to prove him self and show others wrong. He wants to scale the tower, throwing his family name away, and take down the family head of the Hendo Family with all his might.

Status: Regular

Position: Spear Bearer

Weapon/Skills:
Increased Agility with Shinsoo
Simple Combat moves
Advanced Spear handling and control
Mild control on presence erase

Equipment: A long spear that can absorb Shinsoo and increase it speed when thrown. A pair of knuckle bracers and one little panda attached to his hip.

[User]
2F, The Floor of Tests

"Mike test, mike test, one-two-three..." A floating cube of a Lighthouse broadcasted over a field of tall grasses which is frolicking under the "sunlight" of the ceiling. "Hello everyone! Regulars who have entered the Tower. This is the 2nd Floor, and I sincerely welcome you to The Evankhell's Floor, also known as the Floor of Tests! The reason is because this is the level where you are deemed worthy of climbing this tower!"

"Lets begin with a simple test, and listen carefully to the rules." The lighthouse broadcasted, "Its simple actually, there are 400 regulars in the area, all you have to do is to make the '400' down to '200'. Methods? By any means necessary!"

As the announcement ends, stenches of blood and screams of the fallen emitted along the Evankhell's Floor.

[Assistant]
Ryze
('Tsk... this is bright...') Ryze glinted under the clear clouds & bright sun of the fields. ('So I really have been teleported here huh... Felt more random than I thought...').

"400 to 200... I've a rather bad feeling about it..." Ryze stated the obvious, any idiot would know what that means: a bloodbath. He moved through the tall ventures of the field, looking for a safer place to hide. ('With the numbers, the number would drop by itself even if I didn't do anything.')

Just then he noticed a big muscular regular equipped with a needle, him being face-to-face with Rammus. "Oh shit >_>..." he ranted.

[User]
Mao

Among the many chosen that awaited the announcement of the beginning of the Tower's ascent a man dressed in the garbs of a tibetan monk stood tall whilst sipping periodically from an hour glass shaped gourd with a rope tied around it's midsection. This man was none other than Ha Mao, whom had been passing the time by enjoying the rather pricey wine he'd managed to relieve (read:extort) from one of his more well off cousins as a going away/congratulations gift before he began his climb. Mao had been working his way towards a good buzz, and was mid-sip when the announcement of the test from the light house everyone had been gathered around sounded. Needless to say, it was all Mao could do to not spit out his mouthful of wine as people began to turn on each other with surprisingly little prodding. The monk rather hurriedly capped the gourd and tied it back onto his waist, though, sadly, not without spilling some of it in the process.

"Curse my rotten luck, this is good wine" He grumbled to no one in particular just before someone turned and punched him square in the jaw. It wasn't extremely painful, but it was an definitely an eye opener, that much was certain. Luckily for Mao, but unluckily for the attacker, years of fighting in his youth between himself and other Ha family members had made him pretty durable, pair that with his tutelage under the Jokhang monastery, and he was, for all intents and purposes, a human shaped brick wall. Mao turned back just in time to receive another fist that snapped his head back, this time however he recovered even quicker and was able to grab his aggressor's fist as they came in for another blow. "Even the Buddha will grow angry if struck three times." He stated plainly before shoving his shoulder into the other man's chest and sending him airborne with a rotation of his hip and a sharp tug and release. Mao didn't wait to see where the other man landed -luckily for Rammus it was atop the needle bearing man-, rather he unbound the glaive on his back and struck the nearest person to him in the hip with the ball end. Rather than continue going on the offensive, Mao used his weapon to create a circle of space around himself, keeping others at bay by whipping his weapon about in an effort to leave no openings to his body. It would be hard to see due to his constant flurry of motion, but Mao still left the needle end of his weapon sheathed as he moved to and fro.

[Assistant] Giro cursed as he glided through the grass. He avoided a blow to his head from a needle and a strike of a sword from another random person, lucky those two weapons happened to clash against each other allowing Giro to escape. Using his Shinsoo, he increased his speed and sent a round house kick to the fisherman that attacked him. He sent the fisherman to the scout, who had just pulled back his sword, making them both collapse and fall to the ground. With two steps back he sees a giant fist slam down on top of the heads of both of the attackers. Giro takes a gulp and shudders before looking up at the person who was responsible for this action. Standing at eleven feet tall stood a creature Giro could not even describe or even have knowledge of. His first reaction was to run. So he ran. He ran towards the area where metal balls where flying in the air. Maybe he could get some coverage if he sneaked past there.

[User]
Ryze

Just when Ryze was about to resolve on having a one-on-one with that Regular in front of him, that needle man got blasted away by another regular who was sent flying by one guy. ('What the.... but what a great opportunity...') He thought, while raising up his palms and firing a small shinsoo orb at the seemingly-strong monk guy. That orb was made to stun opponents, not to kill, if it hits anyways, just to buy a bit of time to escape.

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Tooking to his heels, he escaped towards a safer area, noticing a long haired guy in front of him. "Oh shyt, not again >_> ..." Ryze hissed lazilly.

[Assistant] Eyes flashing, Giro pops through the grass into a small open area. Scanning the area, giro ended up in front of a random man and clicked his tongue. He leaned in and used his enhancement ability to increase his speed and run around the man in a fast speed. "Time to switch" he said as he left the man with the tall beast.


[System]
RaceHuman-demon hybrid

Age27

Bio Madawc was born and raised in the outskirts of the capital city of Meche. His parents, just like himself, were perfectly ordinary humans working on a small private farm to make their own living and earn a bit of extra money by selling fruits and crops. That was until Madawc, being a very fit, exceptionally strong young boy, was drafted to serve the army of Meche. As the world is prone to descend into carnage, there was not enough time to give his unit a fully fledged training. They were pressed into battle long before its completion, the generals either being oblivious or, in a very malicious and ignorant way, very conscious about the fact that they were essentially using them as cannon fodder. It didn't take long for him to take an arrow's hit that normally would have been lethal.

However, a field covered with death sometimes does attract more than hungry scavengers. Some strange, incorporeal entity intruded his body as he was lying on the ground, the battle still going on around him. It was a demon, but it was not the way it is commonly told in horror stories: There was no hidden, epic and possibly eternal struggle between Madawc's mind and the demon's will, but they embraced each other as the demon had planned: You just have to offer the straw in the right moment. Not too soon, not too late. The demon did his best to temporarily seal his wounds and telling him what to do in order to get away.

After his recovery, Madawc soon found out how cunningly his new 'partner' had waited for the right moment, but it was too late for feeling angry. He was alive thanks to him. The demon also didn't make the mistake of being too fast too intrusive when it came to Madawc's thinking. They lived on together and merged slowly into one new entity, sharing the same, transformed body and both having their share out of the deal they made over time. Madawc did put considerable efforts into not allowing the information about his new true being getting public: He started hiding himself, becoming a kind of savage spending most of his time in the woods and only getting out when there was something to loot, be it food, alcohol or equipment.

Still, there are quite a few organizations that, via one way or the other, learned about his true being, and they would appreciate him getting caught: High commanders in the military of Escudo know about his existence and are eager to study him - perhaps there's something their magicians could learn from. The Red Dove would like to decapitate him outright for being what he is.

Personality He's an introvert who doesn't like to tell much about himself, especially not the truth, as this could easily attract those who want to harm him. Yet he sees when it is futile to continue denying things and gives in without hesitation when he feels that this could be the better way to handle a situation. Despite halfway being a demon now, he rarely becomes really aggressive or malicious. He knows that he's strong in his own way and can make his stand, he doesn't need to tell that everybody by rampaging frequently as most people would initially judge him to do. He wants to enjoy live: over-eating, over-drinking, personal amusement.

Appearance Madawc is very tall, featuring a body height that is quite far above average. If he's not wearing a helmet, he covers the visible parts of his skin with white and gray warpaint, as this hides his true complexion that is a mixture of dark red and blurred violet stains. His fingernails are strikingly pointed, reminiscent of small claws, but he tends to cover that as well. His hair is thick, black and relatively long. The eyes are a mixture of gray and a striking green. One doesn't have to look closely to see that he lacks quite a bit of discipline, resulting in a belly bulging about three inches over his girdle. On the other hand, he seems to be very fit, or at least noone can deny that he has a huge lot of muscular bulk: All in all, he weighs approximately 350 pounds.

Skills From a soldier's or even knight's standpoint, Madawc is not really adept in any kind of weapon as his time as a soldier lies quite in the past and training was never really completed. He isn't very agile either. However he is strong, capable of wielding weapons and lifting things people normally can't with ease. His demonic traits allow him to hurl blasts of very hot air at his enemies that can throw people out of balance if they're not prepared and will cause hypothermia. More prolonged exposure can be lethal. However using this magic repeatedly in a short period of time does put strain on himself, too. Aside from that, he's a survivalist. He knows what herbs and mushrooms can be eaten and which not and how to set traps and prepare a meal in the wilderness.

Equipment Basically everything in terms of armor and weapons is looted from fields of battle. He's using a two-handed hammer and wears a coat of mail with breast, back, shoulder and leg plates, completed by a helmet.

[User]
Xavier shrugged his shoulder thinking that the woman was flirting with him for some reason that he didn't know about,Getting his things packed up putting on his armor letting out a soft moan.Writing something quickly on a piece of parchment handing it to the chubby demon man.

"I think she was either flirting with you or didn't mean to be rude with her comment" Was what was written on the parchment while the young man was putting his things on his horse.

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"If someone wants to flirt with me, that someone shouldn't leave then..." Madawc answered in disbelief. The demon thought that Xavier's explanation for what happened was ridiculous, but he wouldn't tell the young boy. He wasn't in the mood for conflict as they really had had enough of a fight already. Seeing Xavier getting ready for travel, he decided to do the same, strapped on his armor and loaded his second horse with all of the baggage.

Madawc tried to catch up with the warrior, and his overburdened horse gave him enough time to think about his wording. in the end, it was straightforward and simple: "I'm really eager to tell this woman what I'm really thinking about her!"

[User] Xavier wrote something quickly on another piece of parchment handing it to the heavy set man,"Well perhaps she was too stubborn to say she was flirting with you?And what would you tell her?" Was what was written on the parchment. The mute boy was now riding along the road his hand on his sword in case they were attacked again.

[Assistant] "I'd tell her that I want clear answers and that it's not that ladylike to point at one's belly in such a teasing way. Am I really that fat ?" Of course, in Madawc's own opinion, he was not. A considerable bit over the line, but he had a huge lot of muscle to compensate for that! As if to underline that, he did the same thing Xavier did: Grabbing his weapon and holding it in his hand, ready to strike. The thing that was different was that his weapon wasn't a sword, but a huge warhammer that normally was supposed to be used with both hands, not a single one. However Madawc didn't seem to have any problem with that.

[User]
Xavier nodded his head thinking that perhaps it was rude for her to say that he was fat even though he had to admit that he was a bit pudgy in the middle.Never writing anything more riding down the lone road shifting his eyes looking around to see if any of those creatures would attack again.

None so far but he would not be caught off guard again by those creatures,Soon they would head towards the guard post near one of the Meche's village called Kaol.They were stopped by the guards being checked if they would be any trouble.

[Assistant]
"Ride less and walk more! It would be good for both you and your poor beast!" was a comment of the guard that fueled Madawc's anger. Kaol was even less beknown to him than the capital city had been, but at least the probability of being attacked there was lowered. Other people were around to protect inhabitants and guests alike. "What about searching for a nice little tarvern and stay a while ? Or do we have to hurry ?"

The demon part in the man had passed the guard unrecognized. If that soldier had put himself into the growing list of people who had been able to discover one of his more astonishing properties within an instant, he would have gone crazy. The war-painted man didn't tell Xavier about it though as he thought that it could be of a great concern for him.

[User] Xavier was stopped by the guard being checked by the guards before being lead out of the post and towards the city,Writing down something and handing it the demon man calming riding down the road."A tavern would be good for now since it is almost dawn and we can rest easier then near the road" It was written on the parchment as the mute was heading towards the town.

[Assistant] Madawc went ahead and organized for the horses to have a safe place to rest over the night. He wasn't too picky about the tavern however. On his behalf, the two men ended up in a rather dilapidated looking, wooden building with only a few chambers spread across two stories. The barmaid was looking nice, but the fact that Madawc didn't appear to act any different towards her than he did to any owner of a shop was able to disperse certain suspicions. "Single room or one for each of us ?" he asked the mute. The woman had already told them about the pricing: It was more dead cheap than expensive.

[User] The mute nodded and let out a moan putting up two fingers wanting to have a room for the two of them,The man in the tavern that was speaking to them nodded and handed them both two keys so they can head into their rooms. The mute took his keys letting out another moan as if he was trying to thank the tavern owner.

[Assistant] Two separate rooms ? Well... who was he to expect anything else. It would make it much easier for thieves and the like though. Madawc thrusted a few coins across the table as payment for their overnight stay, then started going upwards. Almost each and everyone of the wooden steps creaked under his feet and so did the bed which Madawc sat down on after bidding Xavier good night. The demonically infested man didn't feel ready for the land of dreams yet.

[User]
Xavier moaned out loudly waving his hand in a very child like manner like he was trying to say good night to him, Still wearing his armor getting looks form the other patrons who were staring at him. Not that he minded being stared at but as long as he was not made fun of he was fine with people staring at him.

Going into his room taking off his armor but keeping his thick sword beside him on the bed in case, Laying down on the bed swearing to himself that he could hear a voice speaking to him. "Beware..." The voice spoke to him in a soft whisper.

[Assistant] Does this guy never take his armor off ? Xavier seemed to have some sort of close attachment to his equipment, and it eluded the demon man's comprehension. On the other hand however, Madawc's stature did attract some attention, too. It didn't bother him. The room was rather shabby, as expected, and the bed was saggy. His hammer and armor were put on a chair, he locked the door and, as a precautionary measure, blocked it by shoving a heavy piece of furniture in front of it. Just in case... there had been a few surprises already.

[User]
Xavier sleeping in his bed not locking his door since he was a light sleeper and could be at the ready for his weapon if needed, Sleeping softly having a dream of a woman dressed in blue smiling with a white house behind her. Surrounding the area were Nwiq flowers that had purple petals with a yellow steam.

Turning around in his bed hearing a soft voice speaking to him telling him how wonderful and how much the voice loved him.

[Assistant] Madawc was sleeping well. The demon did dream only very seldomly and today was such a day when he just didn't at all. The pudgy man had no idea what was going in his companion's mind. The moon went, the sun came. The bear heaved himself out of his bed late in the morning, not needing to change any clothes. He knocked at Xavier's door.

[User] The door would be open so he could come inside,If he did come inside then he would see the mute sitting up on his bed his head down rubbing his forehead with his hands.He has these bad dreams that made real life like it was one of his bad dreams.

[Assistant] "You do know it can be dangerous to leave one's door open while sleeping ?" Madawc had finally decided to get inside once he had found out that the door had not been locked in the first place. "Everything's alright ? You don't look well."

[User]
Letting out a soft moan before shaking his head,Standing up on his feet slowly of course packing up his things.A shame he could not tell the demon man of his nightmare that he had lately.

Heading out of his room fully armoured and ready to leave still getting strange looks form the other patrons.

[Assistant] "So... no answer is an answer as well." Madawc wasn't satisfied at all with Xavier's reaction, and it was obvious that he wasn't. However he didn't probe into the subject any further, but followed the mute man. "What's today's target ?" He turned towards his room, hoping that Xavier would follow him now so he would listen while the demonically infested man was buckling up.

[User] The mute man moaned softly writing down something quickly on a piece of parchment,"We head to Juno which is at the border of Meche and Bravado" Was what was written while the mute had prepared and paying the bill for the two of them. Once done their he headed out mounting his house after he tied his things to the back of the horse.

[Assistant] Madawc followed suit, though his horse seemed to be far less happy to see its owner again than Xavier's. "How far is it ?" he asked the mute man, then mumbled something that was hard to understand, but one could hear a few fragments: "...damn Red Doves..." and "interruptions". Overall, the demonically infested didn't appear to be in the best mood. But was this something surprising ?

[User] The mute wrote something on a piece of paper handing it to the demon infested man,"About six hours away" Was what was written as Xavier was on top of his horse and ready to ride waiting for Madawc to mount his horse.

[Assistant] Madawc put his foot into the stirrup and got up into the saddle. "Do we need any fresh supplies ? I don't think so, but if you do otherwise... If you ask me, we have time. In that case I'll wait for you just outside of the village." He intended to get rid of the stinking, beaten paths of this village as soon as possible.


[System]
Age: 27
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Description: A very dirty, sickly green looking man wth tattered clothing covered in brush and other vinery seeming to grow about his body. Tall and gaunt, with amber eyes. Long, unkempt black hair spilled down to his mid back. Fingernails overgrown and yellowed, chipped into crude looking claws. Always barefoot, feet practically blackened from having almost never worn any protection on his feet. Cuts covered the entirety of them, with the souls being defined calluses from years of walking among rough terrain. When walking, greenery sprouted among the footprints, yet seemed to last no longer than a moment before withering and dying. Features appear to be animalistic, yet of no specific animal. Eyes sometimes may appear different, or face may seem to resemble an elongated snout of a wolf. Yet when focusing it never appears to last. Almost as if through worship of primal gods of nature, he had taken on various shapes granted by those he worshipped. However with a loss of the God's power it only seemed he had power to retain forms for the briefest of instants, and that he was used to shifting forms fluidly as walking. However with the loss of his faith and his many deities, he has gone half mad it seems, and his behavior reflects it. Incoherent rambling, constant prophetic claims that seem no more likely than any other event. These claims are to taken very lightly.
Notable Belongings: Very few. A gnarled walking staff with the carving of a badger's snarling mouth atop it; a small rabbit skinned satchel poorly stitched together holding various herbs and plant life, a short knife at his hip made from Knapped obsidian with a deer antler handle and deer skin leather strap attached to it.
Backstory: (To be discussed with DM)
S-4
P-5
E-4
C-6
I-6
A-5
L-10

[User]
The person, who turned out to be a woman, at least according to the voice coming out of the helmet, had nicely piped in, interested in a job as well. Taking into account the words spoken by her, as well as her strange appearance, coupled with the eerie armor set, she looked like quite the capable candidate, figured Urdal.

 The half-elf, quite satisfied by the short lowering of arms, which had occurred, almost skipped over towards the woman, going behind the demonic in heritage man. He stopped walking at around three feet from his new recruit, who looked quite normal, when compared to the other individuals who had gotten into his posse, and extended his hand in greeting.

"Very well! I'm Urdal, and I'm glad to be... Working with you..?" His voice trailed off when he started inspecting the ancient armor set worn by her, as well as the big anchor. Another thing that caught his eye were the yellow shining lights, coming from between the slits of the helmet. Normal, yes. His disappointment was immeasurable, but he made a valiant attempt to hide it.

[Assistant]
Seeing as the dragon's hissy fit had subsided, Aredis hadn't intended to push his luck. Struggling greatly, he heaved himself up with the staff and began to mutter a prayer under his voice, hoping to at least dull the pain in his entire leg. It seemed to help for the moment at least. As he did so, he saw a rather odd scene unfolding before him, the orc and the monstrous drunkard from before had a rather...interesting engagement occurring. Then another man, or was that a bull? No no, that was not quite right. Aredis had never seen a bull in human form. He'd interacted with a fair amount of the normal variety when he occasionally ventured out to tend to the crops of farms near his forest. They were an unfortunately dull beast. Thoughts of food and violence. Not as sophisticated as most other beasts. So much seemed to have been sparked by his idle comments to the half-...actual dragon. Which reminded him, what in Gods names was an actual dragon doing here? It had been some time since they had cared or attempted to interfere with the affairs of mortals. If he remembered his history they had also thought themselves Gods and profane the worship of the true inhabitants of the Heavenly Accord.

With labored strides, he would move to the woman who was still quite belligerent. There was a certain...aura about the woman. Forsaken, perhaps. It was something he understood. Yet she had taken it much worse. The heavy plate about her made it clear that she had once been a keen user of such an outfit. Now, however the Holy Woman had become frail. Thin. How she managed to carry the weight of the armor on her shoulders was a mystery to him. Unshakable resolve will give a person strength that transcends their physical form though. Aredis once would have been one of comparable resolve. Recent events had him questioning his entire life. What had the point been if it all led to this. He hoped this journey would allow him to discover things about himself.

"Your faith is admirable. Yet you are falling and you haven't prepared for the impact. Once you have, pulling yourself from the depths shall be an arduous task. If you succeed however, the recovery will bring you enlighten." Perhaps that was a bit overkill, the druid pondered. It got quite irritating to others, but he enjoyed speaking in an overly clergy like way. It would evoke fiery responses. This would perhaps bring his end sooner than later, yet what did he have if not an exciting life. Change was coming in this world and he wanted to follow. In time his social inadequacy would fade. Yet he knew he would still intentionally perturb the others. It gave him a small smile. At this point he had not wanted to address his also violent companions as it hadn't worked out well with the apparent dragon.

[User]
Sparing little time she reached over and gripped Urdal's small hand in her thick gauntlet's grasp. Like shaking hands with a gorilla he'd find her grip quite crushing and the shaking was quite indelicate as well. She didn't even need to set her anchor down either since her main hand was the left. Since everyone shook hands with the right it spared her the delay of having to set it down first.

"Nice to meet you Urdal. My name is Gangraena. Most folks call me Gang for short." She released his hand. "It'll be great, don't you worry!" She assured him, giving a big thumb up with her now free hand. After that she let her hand return back to her side as she turned to look over the rest of the crowd that had gathered in front of the tavern.

"Any of you all working with Mister Urdal here?" She asked the bunch in general. She wanted to meet the rest of the crew she'd be working with, maybe make some new friends before they die like the others. Taking stock of the lot she noted a scaly guy, a sword guy, an orc guy, an axe lady, an old man with a stick and a horned guy.

They looked like they were all getting along just fine.

[Assistant]
What? He couldn't even budge the sword from the orc's grip! What foul magic was this?!?!? It almost seemed like a gorrible twisted god was toying with him right now, giving him shit rolls!

None the less, his attack plan had failed before even jumping the first step...which wasn't even part of the plan since he though it was definite that he would achieve it. The sword struggled against the orc's hand but it never got free from its grasp. So he was stuck there listening to the orc. This orc was special, his twisted mentality of not wanting violence and fights combined with his Hulk strength, he was a dangerous individual indeed. Or it could be that he was so drunk that he couldn't even hold his sword in his hands, let alone fight.
After the orc finished his speech, Numenor started responding:"I don't know what your purpose is here, or even if you are with that dragon but if what you say is true then you should join me to stop it. Do you hear all the screams of terror outside? All the chaos unfolding around you? It is not just a "little fit" IT IS A CALAMITY! Now let go of my sword before I cut your hand in half!"

His week pull of the sword earlier couldn't even count as a try! It could also be taken as him being patient and listening to the orc, not wanting to harm him. But now, if the orc didn't let go, he would give it another try and hopefully this time, no shitty dice rolls would stand in his path!

[User]
The Pissed off guy had tried to move his sword from Orky's hand but the training he did with the Warlock did him well, Orky loose grip what so ever. But when Pissed Guy tried to move his sword Orky did sintch from the pain. "Believe me I don't know what I'm doing here either, I kinda just went in the direction of the wind. But no I am not with Mr. Dragon, but didn't you hear what he said? Mr. Dragon is just frustrated and angry at the world. I mean if I was locked up for a long time wouldn't you be angry too? I may be stupid but I know hurting anything for no reason is wrong, so I can't let you hurt anybody, be they dragon or human. AND THAT GOES FOR EVERYONE HERE!" Orky didn't mean it as a threat but as something to get through to them. "But I won't let go of your sword till you promise me that you won't hurt anybody." Orky gave a stern look at the Dragonborn, Orky couldn't help but put a little of menace in the gaze. The menace is in his blood after all.

Orky heard the strange looking Blue Turtle Woman's question. Orky, completly forgetting that he was holding the Holy Woman's axe, let go of it raising his hand in the air and saying, "I am."

[Assistant]
No.

No.

No.

Nobody touched Dustbringer. Nobody threw Dustbringer to the ground. Nobody, nobody nobody nobody nobody nobody nobody "NOBODY TOUCHES MY AXE, NOBODY HANDLES DUSTBRINGER!" The once-paladin let out a banshee like screech at the offence that this filthy, disgusting, marauding, crying, beastly orc! Wait, crying? Her anger was still at the front of her body, pouring out of every pore of her body, seemingly radiating from her- she was a physical ball of nothing but rage, but it was mixed, diluted by a potent dose of confusion and befuddlment. What orc cried?

No! It was a trick! A trap! A way to get her to lower her mind. Tilting her head back, she let out another scream, but this one held sense to it, her vocal cords twisting themselves and grating themselves raw as she shouted out a war cry at the top of her voice. It was a pained, screaming noise that echoed around the street, a discordant noise that should have had no reason to come from a human mouth.

AH-KLOYORAAAA!

She no longer cared about such petty things as 'money' or 'dignity.' She cared even less about 'humanity' and 'sanity' She cared only that this vile offence by a treacherous, underhanded swine would not go unpunished. She launched herself at the greenskin with his hand up, the metal-shod edge of her shield aimed for his skull.

[User]
Before he knows it The Holy Woman bashed him with her shield right on the head. This knocks Orky back a little, he lost his grip on the Dragonborn's sword. He takes a few steps back to feel the damage at his head. He touches the wound with his hand, it of course stings. He then takes his hand off to see the blood on his hand from the wound. Orky has seen his own blood before, he usually wasnt gazed by it, but something about this is different. He felt something deep inside of him screaming PUNCH MEAN LADY IN FACE NOW.

Before he knew it he had succumb to his Orcish fighting will. He let out a blood curdling scream to attempt to make the Holy Woman hesitate to attack again. He then began to charge the Holy Woman. One could compare it to the sight of a bull going towards a matador. Before Orky attacked he had jumped quite a hit into the air to put his body weight into the punch he had prepared for the Holy Woman. Orky aimed his punch right at the face of the Holy Woman.

[Assistant]
Aredis just stood back as the fury of Hell seemed to be unleashed. He took great note of the fact that he would never attempt to part the woman from her axe. Something told him she would relieve him of his arm if he had. Normally he was quite adequate at conflict resolution, yet there was no simple calming that would work on these three individuals. However, he had one last alternative idea. Having taken a few steps back to get an overview of the unfolding catastrophe, he quelled his inner turmoil for a moment and gripped the amulet at his chest. Paying the chilled metal little mind, he tracked the faces of the cut stone set within it and began to speak from memory. He would slowly crouch and press the palm of his free right hand to the dry, cracked earth that dusted his bare feet. They chances were poor yet what else could he do? Perhaps...the power was not granted entirely from the Heavenly Accord, and they were merely empowered through their worship. It first began as a silent movement of his lips until it gradually grew to a whisper, then increased so that as he finished it was a defiant shout.

"I call upon the will of this broken and suffering Earth. Come to my call in your time of need. You shall not be free of your pain while the meek squabble and bicker. This one has tended to your health and the problems which have ailed you for a lifetime. Taking only the barest I had need of. Now I ask you to bring an end to the quarrel before me and give us guidance!"

As Aredis finished, his voice only quivered a small amount, yet he stood almost fully erect with a bit more confidence than he had previously. Small roots and flowers seemed to break through the earth about Aredis' feet and snake between his toes and around his shins. The earth beneath the rest of the party would begin to rumble very slightly and small cracks would run through it as the soil and dirt seemed to gain darker, richer color. As if life was being breathed into it.


[System]
Senua

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Character Summary
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Birthplace: Sorei, Eteria
Magic User: No
Stamina: 6/6

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Appearance
Physical Description: Senua's most obvious features are her chest-level chocolate-brown hair and her brooding sky-blue eyes. She often wears her hair in a braid down her front. Her face is round, slightly-oval in shape, her nose pert, and her lips a healthy shade of pink. She stands at a height of 5'7" and her posture befitting that of a trained and skilled warrior. Her build is athletic and lean, with a fair share of muscles befitting that of a warrior. Despite being burdened and covered by all the armour, her figure still manages to boasts a fair share of feminine curves, especially around her bosoms. Senua's ivory complexion boasts a hint of golden undertones, and is unblemished of any scars or tattoos.

Clothing/Armor: [Picture]

Senua wears a mixture of leather and chainmail as part of her armour, effectively classifying it as light armour. The top comprises of a white tunic-blouse as her inner clothing followed by a layer of chainmail directly above for extra protective purposes. What comes above is a layer of harden leather that forms into a shape of a vest complete with somewhat ornate looking straps and buckles. An unrestrictive form of a leather corset is worn above a similar set of chainmail to provide protection for her waist and lower torso region. A leather skirt equally underlined by a layer chainmail similarly to what the top has. A belt is also worn on the waist that holds her pouch and dagger sheaths. The skirt is stitched and arranged in layers to allow greater freedom of movement in action, Primely, the reason she had stuck so such light and simple armour as opposed to the heavier-plated variant.

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Inner Workings
Personality: Despite how the woman may appear to look, Senua is not a cold or a mean person by nature. Her brooding eyes often give off a look of arrogance and that of coldness, but she is anything but. She considers herself pragmatic and a realist. An ambitious and determined individual, she is also remarkably industrious and sees life as a storybook, it's empty pages simply waiting to be filled of stories both of tales of adventure and the like. Once she sets goals for herself, she becomes incredibly dedicated to her goals, pretty much almost to the point of stubbornness. Those victories sure smell sweet though, and it is that though that keeps her pushing through when the going gets tough.

She is friendly to a certain degree, but don't expect her to remain so if you cross her or ruffle her feathers. Her sense of humility only stretches to a certain extent as there are still times where can come across as domineering and bossy. However, this isn't so apparent as when combined with her eloquence and natural charm, most people, especially guys don't seem to have a problem with it, not knowing they have been somewhat bewitched by her feminine wiles. She often treats it as the traits and quality of a good leader with bright new ideas, although in most cases, she doesn't really appear to be the leader sort.

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Combat Overview
Weapons: Senua's main weapon is a steel broadsword measuring forty-five inches long. She wields the sword with both hands a vast majority of the time. She also keeps the weapon in a sheath that she carried on her back. Her secondary weapons are a pair of daggers that are sheathed on a belt she wears on her waist. The daggers are usually used together, dual-wielding them as twin weapons of fury. Her weapons are well-made, crafted specially for her by her father, a talented and skilled blacksmith.

Combat Overview: Senua is well-versed in the ways of the sword, the various technique of combat and swordsmanship passed on from her former soldier and blacksmith father. While she may not have any knowledge in the arts of magical knowledge, she is quick, nimble and agile and as her father likes to call it, a natural with the sword.

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Backstory
Personal History: Sorei was not a safe place, not without its walls to shield its inhabitants from the dangers that lurked in the open. With martial law declared on the city, being able to protect oneself was becoming an increasingly important skill one needed to have if they wanted to prolong their time being one of the living. From a young age, Conway, Senua's blacksmith father had seen fit to train his only child in the arts of combat and swordsmanship. Her mother had died in childbirth, and the pair only had each other for company. It was needless to say, that the pair were close. She started with wooden swords when she was young, and eventually progressed onto real swords made of iron and steel. Her talent for swordsmanship was present from a young age, and Conway was immensely proud of his girl. Eventually, the father and daughter was not spared from the fate that awaited most that lived in the city, 'conscripted' into the city's military force that comprised of mercenaries, former soldiers, thugs and bandits. Many of them were made to carry out deplorable activities, and it was only due to their skill and aptitude with their weapons that kept them alive, for teamwork was often unheard of among this hive of scum and villainy.

Despite all this death and unhappiness that went around, Senua was as satisfied and content as she could be, for she had her father, who was like her whole world to her. She was simply happy to have him around. It was not shortly after the twentieth name-day that she lost her father. While out on a monster hunting expedition, Conway had saved his only child from a monster ambush which left him fatally wounded. His life tethered on a thread as she half-carried him home to the city. Unfortunately, his wounds were too serious and critical for anyone to do anything much, and he passed soon after. Her world came tumbling down as she buried her father and attempted to get use to life without her father. With the home she shared with her father, too full of painful memories, Senua decided to leave Sorei for good. She eventually found herself in Armistice, Azra where her future and destiny awaited her.

Significant Relations: N/A

[User]
Nicholas
[HP: 500 - SP: 4/6]

Unknown Location

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One slash and it seemed to be over, the humanoid's neck severed, its form melting before his eyes. For a few moments, Nicholas let confidence and excitement wash over him, same as the others, same as the priestess who had been just as successful with her enemy and smiled at him in a way that left him with no choice but to respond in kind.
Some of them, he realized, had never fought anything like this before, may have never even ventured outside Armistice before. They had brushed aside the thin veil of safety that was the city wall and, for the first time, saw the world for what it truly was, what it held in store for all of them... and how exhilerating it could be to defeat something of otherworldly power, how sweet the sensation of not only cheating death but laughing in its face when it sent beings their way that had all but destroyed human civilization and yet you cut them down with ease.

He noticed that his body was warming up but it probably wasn't just due to the priestess' attractiveness - His armor, his swords, his shield, together they amounted to about half his body's weight without them and moving quickly in them was exhausting, even for a seasoned fighter. Considering the blow of the creature, the violence he had to withstand, Nicholas wasn't surprised to find himself beginning to sweat and breath just a little heavier than before.
But it wasn't so bad that he couldn't hide it still and he winked at the priestess again, as if to say 'See, that wasn't so bad'.

In hindsight, he should have waited a little longer with that; not only was Marcus still facing one of the faceless with considerably more difficulty than the rest of them but Nicholas' own liquified foes had gathered themselves, literally, not far from them, growing and taking a new shape, more imposing and terrifying than the last.
"Oh, for fuck's sake", he murmured under his breath as he returned to his combat stance.

The mercenary had seen and fought something vaguely similar to this before, a creature made entirely of slime and magic, though there had been one critical difference: The beast he had faced then was only about the size of a dog. That said, it had been a brutal fight still, the creature changing shape and taking blows from the sword like it was nothing, moving with devillish speed and, once it caught hold of one of his companion's legs, melting it right off, absorbing it, eating him alive.

Nicholas hoped against hope that this being didn't share the last trait with its relative, although he did remember the weakness its cousin had had, their salvation... and the priestess' seemed to have the exact same idea a few seconds before him, warning them to stand back as she started her assault. He admired her spirit and, even though he was confident in his magic, assumed that he would be no match for somebody who had done nothing but prepare their body and mind to act as a conduit for raw arcane power. What he did know, however, was how weak this energy could leave its user.
Maybe her attack would succeed and destroy it but if it did any less than that, she would be leaving herself wide open for a counterattack that, even if the being didn't possess the combined strength of the faceless enemies, could be deadly.

That was why Nicholas ignored the red-head's warning and stormed right after her, his sword in hand still but his entire focus on his left arm, ready to raise his shield in her defense or to tackle her and pull her out of harm's way - though he hoped that neither would be necessary.

[Assistant]
Unknown Location - Test of the Faceless / Marcus Roman - 450HP - 5/6

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 Flames danced and the air scorched as a burst of heat and an eruption of fire exploded into the atmosphere and consciously charged towards the imposing black faceless. The sentient being remained in place and simply allowed the burning embers to embrace its body freely. Though the magical spell continued to burn, the creature within continued to lack any sort of reaction or visible change in its behavior or physiology. Eventually, it grunted and the flames quickly shrunk until they ceased to exist. "You would decompose yourself in an attempt to smite your foe? Ignorant fool," The black faceless sighed in disappointment.

 Marcus witnessed the first significant use of magical offense, but only between sword blocks and parries. His personal foe had begun a flurry of reckless offense though without a proper bone structure to dictate joint limitations, strikes rained down from all manner of unexpected angles. It felt as if the creature was trained while at the same time swinging out of pure anger and desperation. It was a dichotomy that made the former knight all the more curious, but he could not afford to lose a grip on his concentration. Blocking an overhead slash, Marcus pivoted and hopped back a few crucial steps. He was beginning to feel the weight of armor despite it being of a lighter plate and his chest was beginning to heave slightly - had it he been out of combat that long? Thoughts of his two year prison term flooded his mind for a few precious seconds, but he quickly washed it away. It was obvious that his conditioning would be affected, but he never thought he would be this rusty. Taking a two handed grip, Marcus retook his fighting stance; this battle could not go on any longer.

 Nicholas successfully tackled Fiona, but the momentum caused his own body to tumble to the side with her as a massive black fist crushed the earth. The black faceless slowly pulled back and turned its head towards the mercenary and the disciple. It almost seemed like it was going to say something when it -- again, seemingly -- thought better of it and instead returned to it's previous position. This time however, its arms bubbled and fizzled before transforming themselves into an impressive looking black tower shield and an ornate, savage looking Scimitar. Crouching its knees and hunching its shoulders, the beast finally looked like it was preparing to go on the offensive. After having absorbed Fiona's magical attack like it was nothing, the party was going to be in for a tougher fight than they had anticipated.

[User]
Unknown Location ♦ 500 HP 4/6 Stamina

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Her attacks sliced through the head of the faceless creature easily enough just as quickly as Erickson cleaved the monstrosity into two halves. Her party members were equally victorious and the resulting mess that remained on the floor was a gooey puddle of black ooze that looked as disgusting as it smelt with its pungent and acrid stench. What was surprising was seeing all the remains of the faceless that had been slain fizz before rejoining back into one solid mass like a mother hen recalling her chicks back to her. That sight did not bode well and it definitely could not mean anything good. As the puddles melded into one another, it rose, solidifying itself as though it was made of clay. Up and up it rose, until it took on the shape and form of a humanoid that stood a foot taller than her largest party member, Erikson. It was as large as it was thick and was not a foe to be underestimated.

Senua was without a doubt that this abomination was on a completely different level compared to the faceless ones her group had fought and slain earlier. It was equally faceless but it was much, much larger and without any doubt alot stronger. What took her by surprise was the fact that the thing spoke with a voice with so much bass that it rang through the air. "Your souls are tainted. You shall not live." Those were its words and the girl almost scoffed at them. Yeah right, of course we are the tainted ones. Senua was just about getting ready to launch an attack, her hands clasped firmly onto the grip of her broadsword when the red-headed priestess warned the group to stay back. The young girl did not know what she wanted, but the expression on her face was one of seriousness and determination, and so she abided by the words of the priestess and stayed several paces back.

The girl watched as the red priestess lunged forward towards the monstrosity, with some sort of energy that must have been magic emanating out of her palm as a burst of fire promptly erupted with force in a focused trajectory towards their foe. Senua stared dumbstruck at the towering abomination absorbed the magical fire from the red priestess like it was nothing. Yikes, they were in serious trouble here if something like that didn't even hurt it one bit. From her backward position, she saw as the one called Nicholas saved the red head from being crushed with a timely tackle. Yikes. They were indeed in for one hell of a fight.


[System]
Gender: Useless

Progenitors: Yog-Sothoth and Aphrodite

Sphere of Control: Space, expedition, dreams, insight

Personality: Simply put, Aforgomon is beyond human. Nevertheless, remotely human qualities can be observed from it. Aforgomon is curious, always eager for new and interesting knowledge, and to experience new things. It allocates no care whatsoever to the feelings or judgments of mortals or gods, except to take delight in shock, disgust, and horror. However, Aforgomon is subtle and passive, not eager to fight, and less eager to obey others. Normal godly concepts like worship, pride, and sovereignty do not interest it. It is unpredictable, capable of inventing new rules or disregarding old ones on a whim; perhaps its inner workings are merely beyond even divine comprehension. However, it does seem to be driven to observe the dreams of different people and gods, and to devour them.

Sacred Animal: Slug

Powers: Aforgomon displays a unique form of dimensional incongruity. It exists on multiple dimensions simultaneously, never culminating its full presence in a single one. When only a small amount of its presence is devoted to a dimension, only parts of its body appear, and in the form of warped, brilliant light. More solidified presence appears from tears of light hanging in the air that act as crude portals. Aforgomon can open portals of light anywhere in its vicinity, that transport whatever enters them from any angle smoothly into a dimension of its choice. As long as a single light tear exists in an area, Aforgomon can sense everything within it. Aforgomon wanders between the infinite dimensions, exploring and gaining knowledge that reflects upon dimensions like this one. It can bring things from other dimensions as well, including monsters and even alternate versions of existing creatures. In short, it can teleport, fade in and out, and summon creatures to fight for it. To normal people, Aforgomon is totally invisible, but through madness one can capture a glimpse of its true visage.

However, Aforgomon's choice of taking parts of others into dimensions can also apply to the spirit. It can sever a being's mind from its body with a light tear and place it in another place or dimension as a dream. Though Aforgomon whispers in an unknown, alien language of the cosmos, these whispers are remarkably persuasive. Rather than speaking, if it even could, Aforgomon seeds grains of knowledge into the minds of others, even gods, so that they intuit what it wants to communicate. One final cast of abilities is Aforgomon's affinity for dreams. It eats dreams, particularly nightmares, to gain more insight and make itself more powerful. Even the dreams of other gods can be consumed, taking the form of a prismatic paste, and Aforgomon can regurgitate this insight to craft elements of the eaten dreams from light, effectively turning imagination into reality.

History: The merging of worldly pantheons, each of them sporting unique stories of lust of their own, spawned a smorgasbord of new desires among the ranks of the divine. Most busy, naturally, were the cultures' various gods of love: Xochiquetzal, Astarte, Parvati, Hathor, Ishtar, Freya, and of course, Aphrodite. However, the concentration of godly power formed by the merging did not confine itself to the lands and seas of earth; it radiated past the clouds as a call beyond, beckoning certain other gods to unity. Jealous, perhaps, of the new, single pantheon whose gods now imagined themselves the greatest beings in existence, the other gods came.

Unfaithful to her homely husband Hephaestus as always, Aphrodite chose on the night of the summoner solstice to escape with her lover to a quiet, green hillside on earth. Afterward, however, when she looked skyward, she could imagine against the vault of the night sky a conglomeration of glowing spheres, more rich and intoxicating than stars. At this vision she stared with glittering eyes, long after her partner had grown confused and disinterested before leaving. Hours later, she blinked awake, as if from a glorious dream, and the goddess returned to her duties.

The other gods of the pantheon began to notice a change in her. Though always a promiscuous deity, Aphrodite now slept with more and more gods indiscriminately, apparently giving no further thought to the facade of fidelity she'd loosely upheld. All of her partners, however, felt oddly weakened after being with her. Though none could quite describe the feeling, it was as if some of their very godly essence had been stripped away. Aphrodite, meanwhile, only seemed to grow more beautiful and lustful, though the swell of her belly indicated her pregnancy. Even after her potential partners started choosing to abstain, Aphrodite continued to grow. Over the months, the goddess of love's body quickly but inexplicably bloated to massive proportions, until the she could no longer move from her bedchamber's plush cushions and satin sheets—a wobbling, repulsive blob of flesh that still cried out passionately in the night, though no deity visited her now. If her servants ran to her side in response to the noise, they found nothing but a perspiring mass, swollen bigger still, though less sane. None of this changed as the children of the gods, the Merged, took over. They left the pathetic, blobby, gibberish-howling mass to writhe in her chamber and be forgotten.

Finally, Hephaestus could stand it no longer. He entered the bedchamber of the shapeless heap of blubber that had been his goddess wife with the intent to put her out of her delusional misery. When he ruptured her flesh with an iron spike, the cracks that spread across her flesh issued forth light, not blood. The smith god recoiled and watched in horror as Aphrodite's body tore apart and melted into featureless, transparent jelly, leaving behind a curled-up, vile being. Within the living egg that the goddess had become had incubated the flayed child of Yog-Sothoth, and as Hephaestus looked on, skinless Aforgomon rose to its feet, stood upon the soaked cushions, and looked skyward with a grinning face sans eyes. Father, he knew it whispered as it vanished. I am here.

Since then, Aforgomon weaves in and out of the world of Merged gods, a ghastly phantom from beyond the stars but perhaps more divine than any of them, for what is a god but a being of absolute power, incomprehensible and vast as the cosmos itself?

Other: As evidenced by its history, Aforgomon killed its 'mother' Aphrodite, who served as the living egg in which the fragment of outer space implanted in her by Yog-Sothoth became a living being, drinking in the dreams of the gods and growing to maturity in her swollen body. Hephaestus, who first witnessed Aforgomon, fled Olympus to live the life of an ordinary human on earth, far removed from the gods. Look upon its manifested form

[User] Yato watched as Reese started to curb stomp the giant sea creature. Maybe he was trying to save his hurt ego when he got his ass handed to him. "I don't think hurting the creature that saved your live is the way you should be acting. Yato sniffed Reese "Besides, the smell will wear off...probably. Yes I can open portals to other places. What did you have in mind?" Suddenly Yato could hear a voice in the distance. Looking up he could see Ratatoskr making his way to them. When he reached them he handed Yato a message when the news that it was urgent before leaving. Opening the letter Yato read what was inside. "The message is from Hun Batz. We are tasked with going to Peru and hunting Sun Wu Kong."

[Assistant] "Su Wu Kong....I thought he was dead." Reese unconsciously said aloud. "It seems this crazy day is jjt getting more out of hand. Looks like you're gonna have to make us a portal to Peru." Reese said gripping his clothes causing a brief light to flash. His clothes were returned back to the way they were before Ares came and torn them. Though they still looked a bit tatterer which Reese personally liked for some odd reason. "I hope your ready for a good fight cause the rumors I've heard aren't good ones since we're about to fight the guy."

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Hannah Lane
Tower of Enacra
Month Two

The Fae stepped up without further prompting, preparing themselves for battle quickly. The parents began muttering quietly to each other before separating. Some handed off their babies to the other parents, some simply picked one of themselves to stay behind. The children were all babies given many had spent the last few years of their life at war under Occus and their children were only recently born. Soon the Fae were ready, a small group of parents remained behind with Talia to defend the smallest of them, but some thirty fighters, most of them a couple centuries old and still looking young (and mostly human, except for the werewolf and occasional dusting of fish scales or pointed ears). Most were armed with a knife at least, some had a staff or a handgun, and a few were ready to just use their claws.

"Let's go," Hannah said, slithering up the stairs awkwardly, this form was built for aquatic combat, not traversing buildings constructed with legs in mind. Aden quickly overtook her, making it to the second (first) floor quickly.

"Clear!" The Werewolf barked out, "Fighters with us," he called to the Fae still on that floor. "We'll hold out on the third (second) floor." He could hear fighting on the floor above, but if they tried to join the fray from the stairwell they'd be trapped in a choke point. It was too late for the fourth (third) floor.

Once on the third (second) floor, Hannah began assembling the Fae into groups. Setting them to stand with their backs against the wall, facing inwards. If the attackers came through the ceiling as reported before, the defenders would be ready.

Amgetoll Forces
Earth
Month Two

The screech spooked all present, and the battle lulled once more. The Humans had little reason to believe the woman was actually a goddess, the gods weren't real after all, their faith rested in another, but she did seem to have power and so they took the threat at face value, pulling away from the Urtoks reluctantly. Many had already been slain, and the Humans wanted to avenge their fallen brothers, but the military commanders among them were holding them in line.

The Urtoks were not so skeptical, and the one in charge of this particular invasion ship was already suspicious. She had seen the lights fired from space in the distance, she knew what they meant, but the last time she looked at a map of this world those locations were sprawling cities. The invasion ships had reasonable orders, wipe out the military, pacify their regions, await further orders, but if the Sha-Brytol was firing on large civilian cities... why? She was unconvinced these Humans could do what they'd been accused of, alien as both they and their technologies might be it just didn't seem feasible. Surely the commanders knew that? So then why accuse and punish the Humans so viciously?

She recalled the invasion back to the landed ship and set up a perimeter to defend themselves if the humans fought on despite their goddess's warning.

She was just one of many though, the other ships continued their invasion unhindered, out of contact as they were with the rest of the forces.

Aphrodite
Olympus
Month Two

Aphrodite shrieked in rage when she heard the disgusting voice of the murderous spawn that had killed her. "Huntress!" She screamed, getting the attention of Artemis who was firing a ceaseless rain of silver arrows into a screaming god in mortal clothing. "The thing is here! Kill it!" She demanded. Artemis lips curled in disgust as she readied her bow, clearly Aphrodite had been bad talking about the thing that killed her and gave the other fallen deities a good idea of what sort of horrible monster they would be dealing with.

[Assistant]
The news that it would soon be attacked by not one but two goddesses left Aforgomon nonplussed. Knowing what it did of the minds of gods, it fully expected them to take action. Pitiable. They mean me no harm, but lash out what at what they don't understand. Their animal intuition. Unshaken by the huntress's bow, it turned to its left and took a step, vanishing completely into another dimension. A moment later, Aforgomon's tall, gangly form appeared from an unstable shimmer behind her, and grabbed Artemis's head in a single, swift motion. For the moment it held the advantage, but a goddess held many tricks up her sleeve, and could overpower it easily. With this in mind, the Great One wasted no time, and shoved her hard enough so that she fell forward into a tear of light of its own creation. Yelling in hate and surprise, the huntress vanished into a quiet realm, trapped beyond the confines of space.

Next, Aforgomon turned toward the goddess that spawned it. Aphrodite screeched and tried to run, but light ripped across the floor, walls, and ceilings in front of her, and from them tentacles writhed forth. Turning back, the love goddess attempted to find another way around, forgetting for a moment the lumbering giant that stole up behind her. Unceremoniously, Aforgomon kicked her in the back, sending her into an ungainly sprawl onto the floor. Before she could stand again, a tentacle reached out and snagged her arm before dragging the squealing goddess across the marble tiles. Aphrodite, unable to get a grasp on the floor, was pulled kicking and screaming into the tentacled dimension. There she would be stuck, surrounded on all sides in uncomfortable proximity to an infinite mass of tentacles, until Aforgomon deigned to let her out.

Imagining this gave the Great One a small inspiration. If this trap worked perfectly against small things, what prevented it from working against large ones? Every dream on earth had turned to nightmares since the aliens foolishly opened fire on earth. Though a good plan, it needed help, even for a Great One, to come to fruition. Knowing just who to call upon, Aforgomon faded out once again, leaving the hall of Olympus dead quiet.

When the shamble next manifested, it came to be in a realm of darkness and misery: the underworld. Contrary to its usual state, however, the land of the dead appeared to be in uproar. After appearing, Aforgomon stood witness to a battle between old gods and new. Horus and Set faced off against Thalios and Alec. This irritated Aforgomon; if even it, devoid of pride and presumption, could defeat two of the gods, why couldn't these two at least disable theirs long enough to retreat? Regardless, the Great One worked to seed the nightmare god's mind. There are great things afoot. Dismiss your opponent and join the eyeless watcher to preserve this planet's infant population. A brilliant lift appeared next to Aforgomon, through which Thalios was invited to travel.


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Runan Isles Savior Corps

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Established in the wake of Westwel's destruction, the Runan Isles Savior Corps is by no means the most impressive program on Illun, but it's well-funded and well-run by a few survivors of Westwel's own Corps.

Character Info

Name – Besca Darroh
Age – 35
Affiliation – R.I.S.C.

Originally from Westwel, Besca Darroh has been around Saviors her entire life. Her grandfather had helped fell the Modir who would become "Dragon," and her father had headed Westwel's burgeoning Savior program. She met dozens of pilots, watched as their connection to the Modir ate away at their minds and bodies. Other nations treated their pilots like a resource to be burned through, kept at arm's length in all but public affairs. Besca, however, went out of her way to engage with Westwel's pilots and even piloting candidates, caring after them with a degree of humanity which was, frankly, missing in the programs of other nations. Her methods were derided as frivolous and naïve by her peers, but the pilots appreciated it, which, to her, was all that mattered.

She lost many things in Westwel's fall; her home, her father, her friends, and no small piece of her faith in humanity, but ironically enough she didn't lose her job. When Runa took in her country's refugees, and subsequently acquired their first Savior, they came to the last living member of Westwel's program for help in founding their own.

Nowadays, Besca doesn't often involve herself in the politics of the program. Technically speaking she isn't even chief of operations—a position occupied by the Runan government—but rather, her duties revolve around "pilot maintenance." While she hasn't lost her desire to make life easier for the pilots, she isn't nearly as incorrigibly optimistic or sunny as she once was.

Character Info

Name – Dahlia St. Senn
Age – 18
Affiliation – R.I.S.C.

Dahlia was a toddler when her home was destroyed by the Modir, spirited away from Westwel in the arms of a family friend. She spent the first fourteen years of her life in the quiet, lakeside town of Hovvi. She was, like many children, absolutely enthralled by the Saviors, so when she tested positive and was whisked away into orbit, Dahlia thought her dream had come true. She missed her friends, and her adoptive father, but this was her opportunity to do something important. This was her chance to help.

She had no idea.

Runa's Savior, Dragon, had not been phased by a single pilot until Dahlia entered the cockpit. With its potential finally unleashed, she was able to end invasions within minutes—which was crucial, because she couldn't remain connected for much longer than that before the giant's neural regeneration reached critical levels.

Dahlia has become Runa's WMD, and as such, she actually doesn't pilot as much as she did before R.I.S.C. acquired its two other Saviors. Besca has become rather protective of her, not wanting to risk putting her in situations where she may be forced to over-exert herself, or risk being overtaken.

Character Info

Name – Hadrian Ghaust
Age – 38
Affiliation – R.I.S.C.

Hadrian Ghaust is Helburke personified. He is strong, unrelenting, stoic to a chilling degree, and utterly devastating in the cockpit. Ghaust is also a veteran pilot, having commanded the Savior Marrowman in service of the Helburken crown for 20 years, and despite a phasing speed so slow that he rarely deigns to use his magic at all, he was well on his way to becoming one of his country's most accomplished pilots.

However, Ghaust's priority has always been the fight against the Modir, and Helburke's clamor for political power is something he viewed with silent disdain. To him, using Saviors to settle diplomatic disputes isn't just wasteful, it's shameful. So, when Helburke ordered him to bring Marrowman to bear against the newly-risen Runa's Dragon, he refused. When, then, he was given the ultimatum of going through with the duel or forfeiting his rank and position, he looked his general in the eye, ripped the pilot's medal from his collar, and left his home behind.

Overnight Ghaust was made a Pariah in Helburke, and his home turned against him. He was forced to leave, and though several foreign programs sought him out, Ghaust denied them all, even passing up a pilot's seat in Eusero. Instead, he went straight to the burgeoning program in Runa, who was more than happy to take him.

Character Info

Name – Safie Calhan
Age – 22
Affiliation – R.I.S.C.

R.I.S.C.'s newest pilot, Safie has spent the past year earning her place at Dahlia and Ghaust's sides. Born and raised in Runa's largest city, Queenshand, Safie was one of countless starry-eyed youths who dreamed of the day she'd get to step inside the cockpit of a Savior. A positive connection-test put her on the path, but it was the months upon months of personal training, rigorous study, and nights spent running sims until dawn that pulled her ahead of the other aspirants. With a phase potential speed just above average, she was a perfect fit between Runa's other two pilots.

While Dahlia has accrued something of a heroic mythos about her, she's often reclusive and hesitant to make many public appearances. Safie on the other hand loves to meet the people she's helping, be that with personal visits, answering fan-mail, or simply getting her hands dirty cleaning up after the messier invasions. Some see her approach as distinctly Euseran, but Safie didn't become a pilot for the attention, she became a pilot because it was the right thing to do.

Character Info

Name – Lucis Abroix
Age – 25
Affiliation – Casoban, on loan to the R.I.S.C.

Casoban's sole effort to save Westwel, while ultimately futile, planted the seeds of goodwill between it and Runa. Casoban has always lived in the influential shadows of Helburke and Eusero, but allied with Runa, the two manage a strong presence on the world stage.

As a show of solidarity, Casoban has even begun sending a Savior of its own as backup to Runa's invasions. Enter: Lucis Abroix.

Lucis is perhaps one of Casoban's most beloved pilots, despite having only a handful of deployments to his name. Handsome, personable, with a poetic flare and the voice of an angel, many people back home already consider him the face of Casoban's Savior program—a role he is more than happy to play. Lucis makes regular public appearances, seemingly never missing an opportunity to espouse his love for the beauty of the world, and his burning desire to protect it from the Modir.

[User]
A pit formed in Dahlia's stomach as she watched Quinn struggle, not just with the thought of the interview, but with having to pick a meal, too. Part of her knew the question was coming even before it was asked, and she scrambled inwardly for the right way to answer it. Was it better to refuse, to push back against the relapse and insist she make her own decision, or at least help her make one? Or was that too much? Would that make her feel worse, make her choice harder and set her back even further than she already seemed to be sliding.

She felt so helpless—something that had become more and more common since Hovvi. Seeing Quinn struggle was hard, and seeing her struggle now, with all the wonderful progress she'd made, was much harder.

But the interview was coming, and Dahlia knew that this little slip would be nothing in the face of whatever might happen if things went poorly tonight. So, with regret in her heart and as warm and understanding a smile as she could muster on her face, she took the menu away and sifted through it.

When the waiter came by, she ordered the burger and milkshake for herself, and a chicken basket with fries and an orange soda for Quinn. She tried to phrase it as if she was just reciting what Quinn had said she wanted.

Then she turned her attention to Quinn's interview worries. She'd be lying if she tried to say Mona wouldn't ask about the duel; Quinn had made a very bold and unprecedented decision, and people were…well, they were confused, and curious, and in other places they were mad but in Runa she'd seen mostly support.

"Just be honest about it. Be honest, and concise, and don't elaborate, y'know? Mona's been doing this a long time, she can pick up when her guest doesn't wanna talk about something. It's not like a news interview, she won't try to…catch you, or anything, if that makes sense?" She slouched over the table, trying to recall how she'd gotten through her own interview. "Just…talk about the things you like! No one really knows anything about you yet, and here's a hint—people love to hear about the day-to-day stuff we do. Talk about training, and sims, and even where we eat! It's really easy for folks to forget how normal we are, they like the reminder!

"Here! Like this. I'll ask you a question, and I want you to give me a short answer, and then, y'know, swerve it into a topic you do wanna talk about! Ready? Here: 'Hey, Quinnlash," she deepened her voice, even though Mona had a higher voice than she did. "'Everyone wants to know why you didn't kill the Helburkan girl! What's up with that?'"

[Assistant]
A similar pit opened in Quinn's stomach as Dahlia ordered for her. It wasn't that she didn't like what she'd ordered; honestly, she liked how Dane's did their chicken a lot, and she didn't mind orange soda any either. The fries were just a bonus. It was to be expected, Dahlia knew her tastes pretty well by this point. It was just...that it'd had to happen at all. She closed her eye and leaned back. She felt so powerless, like the anxiety and unease she'd fought so hard to shake off over the past weeks had her by the throat again and were choking her, clinging to her heels and dragging her down. She hated it. It wasn't right. It wasn't fair!

But what else could she do? She was lucky that she had Deelie there. Really lucky. Otherwise she didn't know what she would've eaten at all.

Ah, but now the topic had shifted to something more productive.

"Everyone wants to know why you didn't kill the Helburkan girl! What's up with that?"

Sparing a moment to give a halfhearted grin at Dahlia's voice, she settled again afterwards, going quiet for some time. How did she swerve a topic? Deelie made it sound so easy, and for her it probably was. But Quinn barely knew how to hold a conversation to begin with, much less how to control the flow of one. What did she want to talk about? What did she like talking about? She...she didn't know. But this was going to happen no matter what she wanted, so...she needed to try, right?

"Well," she started slowly, almost halfheartedly, "That's...not the kind of pilot that I am, or that I want to be, you know?" Unbeknownst to her, her voice started to pick up a bit; more animated, more engaged, louder, warmer. "It doesn't make any sense to me; shouldn't pilots be working together instead of tearing each other apart? I'm a pilot because I want to protect people. So I just don't understand why I would need to kill someone, or be killed by someone, for something that seemed so petty at the time, you know?"

She blinked, and realized that she'd been talking for longer than she intended and she'd gotten louder than she wanted. She realized people were staring at her and snapped her mouth shut.

"...Was that okay?"

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Dahlia listened carefully, realizing as Quinn spoke that she hadn't really heard her explain why she'd done it until now. It made sense, of course, and it wasn't a huge leap to make from the understanding she'd already had. Nevertheless, sitting there, something began to well up within her, deep in her chest. It was warm and excited, stoked with each rising word until it blazed like a bonfire. The heat rose up through her throat and to her eyes.

For a few moments every ounce of worry she had for Quinn melted away. She struggled to recall even a single time where she'd sounded more confident, more sure of herself than she did right then. Quinn might not have been happy per se, but she was certain. Pilots often had to choose between the two, and even if it wasn't a fair choice, even if it wasn't a conscious choice, it was one she'd made.

Dahlia realized she was about to cry.

"...Was that okay?"

Fanning at her face, utterly oblivious to the looks they were getting, Dahlia dried her eyes against her sleeve. "Oh gosh, look at me, I'm so sorry," she said, smiling. Her voice pitched up high enough that it squeaked. "That was great and I'm just really really proud of you."

Quickly, she leaned over the table and pulled Quinn into a hug. "You're a lil' light, you know that? The best. Every time I worry about you, you find a way to show me how strong you are." She sat back as their food arrived, sniffling and blowing her nose into a napkin as the teary threat subsided. "So, once you're past the duel questions, is there anything else you're worried about?"