[System]
Age: 17

Appearance: At a height of 200cm tall and incredibly muscular, it is pretty common to see Tzi shirtless when not in academy uniform, baring his body to the world. Shirts aren't really too important to him, so one has to remind him every time he forgets to wear one. It's a source of contention, but it's almost impossible to change his opinion on them.

Bio/Summary: An energetic and forward youth from a barren archipelago in the North Sea, Tzi always enjoys a challenge, throwing himself head-first into any situation that strikes his fancy. It's the reason why he was so willing to simply leave his island home one day, jumping into the salty surf to swim to the mainland where opportunities abounded. There, he drifted from ring to ring, fighting anybody who'd take him on for fun and profit. Sometimes he won, sometimes he lost, but his grinning visage, one that never disappeared no matter what trouble fell in his path, was imprinted on the minds of recruiters for the Military Academy, and soon enough, his martial talents were requested for a greater cause: the protection of the glorious Imperium.

He didn't mind. For Tzi, the chance to fight in the name of the Empire only signified excitement and wonder. Never one to shy from an offer (also explaining his frighteningly immense knowledge about all sorts of foodstuffs and how to cook them), he was inducted as a student into Cadenza, where it was hoped that his devil-may-care attitude and unshakable adoration for a good fight could be better channelled.

So far he really likes the place, though people have been admonishing his tendency to throw caution (and his shirts) to the wind.

Vessel: When not active, Tzi's Retiarius actually consists of two items: a carving knife and carving fork lacking in decoration. They are typically used during meal times, but when called upon, the pair fuses and enlarges into a wicked trident, one with a small anchor attached to its rear, that instills fear into the hearts of seafood.

Abilities:
Casting the Net - a net made of heavy magical fibres is produced by the Retiarius, usually shooting out of the trident's length to catch and trap those unfortunate enough to be in its way (whether they be fish or Tzi's foes). Escaping is particularly difficult due to the toughness of the net and its weight.

Catch and Release - the rear end of the Retiarius is an anchor that can be launched at the environment and others to latch onto or wrap around them with a glowing chain, allowing for either rapid movement towards enemies or around the battlefield.

Backlash - if somebody is in contact with the Retiarius or caught in its nets, any damage that Tzi experiences will be distributed between him and them.

Equipment: A portable grill; diary.

Trivia/Other: He is very well-versed in the cooking world (much to anyone's surprise), but can be incredibly critical of other people's cooking. He might've even been considered connoisseur if his descriptions were more flowery. He does however, have a stubborn streak over spicy foods (he likes them, but really can't handle the spice).

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Venison stew and weather cold enough to freeze the ass off of anyone else. Gerhardt was back in his home territory, and as such, he was in better spirits than probably everyone else there.

Captain Velocchio had told them all to not become complacent, though the northerner had his doubts about anyone attacking them this far out of the way. Still, he wasn't about to speak out of line, she was a fearsome leader and he wouldn't consider it wise to cross her. He did, however, look up at her from his meal just as something went amiss. "You sure are trying to make me homesick today, Cap-"

Right as the two gunshots rang out, the pendant around his neck flashed a dull gold and disappeared, returning a moment later as a lengthy sword in the student's hands. Gerhardt's stew, unfortunately, was sent spiraling into the frozen ground as he jumped to his feet and readied the blade. From what he could tell, enemies were encroaching on them from all directions, and Neno was already dealing with one of them. A quick glance around showed a rocky slope that would allow for an escape by only the most dexterous of the group, which he was one of, but that would mean the majority of them would be stranded. That left only the option to rout them or kill them.

He gave Mystletainn a spin before gripping the blade with both hands and starting a slow advance, intending to goad the guards of the riflemen into coming for him directly. Before the fruition of his plan, he heard a crack and a bullet whizz. On pure instinct, he leaned to the side and chopped the air, a satisfying ting ringing out as the bullet met with his blade and was cut down. In short, his agility and reaction time would be his shield. "We won't win an ambush on the defensive! Let's move and stay close!" Still readied, he silently hoped others would follow his strategy and form up behind him.

[Assistant]
When the attack came Althea had long since scarfed down the stew, something she had somehow done without removing her mask, and was sitting quietly scratching away in the leather bound notebook with a quill, writing a short entry in her journal. The sound of the twin gunshots caused her to leap to a standing position in surprise, dropping the diary and writing implement. She saw the scout collapsing and picked up her doctoring bag in her left hand while the bangle around her right grew to cover her forearm with a silver gauntlet.

She ended up taking cover from the attackers behind a tree next to the Captain The young girl was breathing heavily behind her mask, while she had been trained like the others she was still a doctor in training first and a soldier second. She resisted the urge to just stay pinned to the tree till this was all over and she could help the wounded. They were outnumbered and surrounded, if she didn't help there might only be corpses at the end of this.

She looked to the fallen journal as she focused her magic through her Vessel, yellow lines of light spreading from the gem on the back, remembering how she had promised her father that she would stay safe and leave the fighting to the warriors.

"Sorry dad, no choice now"

She ducked out of the tree briefly and hurled the glass vial that had formed in her hand at one of the groups 3. The glass shattered and a white smoke enveloped the combatants, smothering them with tear gas, a chemical weapon that causes severe eye, respiratory, and skin irritation, pain, bleeding, and even blindness.

The closest group thoroughly distracted by their inability to see she turned to the captain who was next to her with the shot scout in her arms.

"Late me take him captain, I have medical training."

Despite how scary the situation was she managed to keep her voice steady, speaking clearly and concisely. It was important for a doctor to sound like she was in control of the situation and it also helped reduce the problems the muffling effect her attire had on her words.

If the captain agreed she would rush over to the tree they where behind and take the scout from her, examining the shots he had taken.

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Leon Brandeau

Leon wondered if it was some form of providence that they happened to go somewhere so familiar for their assignment. Of course, since the Brandeau estate was somewhat further back from the borderlands, he hadn't been able to visit his home, but it was certainly close enough to feel nostalgic. Of more interest was Fort Orello, which was to be their last destination. Leon had a brother stationed at the fort, so it would be great to get the chance to see him on the last leg of their journey. Even if this was just a common patrol assignment, Leon felt like this was probably the best patrol assignment he could have ever gotten.

Then, it seemed as though fate set out to ultimately ruin the experience. They were alerted to an encroaching assault force by their ill fated scout Wagnill. Most of everyone Leon could see were quickly rising to the occasion, and even if they were surprised, they were still among those training to be the fighting elite of the Neo-Arcadian Empire. Leon wasn't about to allow himself to be seen to be less than ready either. As a cadre of soldiers accosted him from the left, Leon readied his vessel and called upon a rocky wall of spears to both protect himself and impede their advance. Wasting no time, he followed up by thrusting Bastion forth from behind the wall, causing it to erupt forth as a powerful lance of stone and earth. The two shock troopers that spearheaded their group were knocked back by the force of the blow and were flung towards the rifleman they were meant to escort, collapsing atop him and ending up in a tangled mess together.

Having finished with his group, Leon heard his fellow northerner's voice ring out, calling for others to stand with him. He raced over to join Gerhardt. "I'm with you, Gerhardt! We'll turn away the enemy together!" He responded to him. He then prepared to fight in a tight group as need be. He imagined there were those in the capital that would mock him for so readily rallying behind a peasant, but the Brandeau family never stuck their nose up at the common man. He was more than ready to take arms alongside any of his comrades in arms.

Birb

[Assistant]
Natus had been hiding before the attack started, preparing to eat. He had brought his own food; solid, tasteless, and efficient. Food that had a broth or liquid element could be dangerous, a single stain can be the difference between being spotted or being invisible. He was not surprised when the foreign army attacked, simply storing his food in a hidden pocket, pulling his bandanna over his face, and pulling out Mercy and turning her into battle form.

He did not attack yet, the others seemed capable of holding of these grunts. What he did do is observe them, and prepared him to take out any runners when the other inevitably lost. These soldiers were woefully under prepared, which meant one of two things: They simply did not know they would run into this group, or this is simply fodder to distract us as more capable foes approached. Either way, he would have to stay alert. A single runner could be trouble, and a captive could be very useful.

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Esther von Degraff

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Esther heard Gerhardt's rallying shout, and then Leon's own shout giving his readiness to follow with his plan. She was filled with hesitation. Should she join them down there? Safety in numbers was one of the most basic teachings of the academy after all. But for her, who wasn't really used to battle at all, jumping into the middle of the fight sound like a suicidal move.

Thankfully, the enemy kindfully nudged her along to her choice, by having some of their riflemen aiming at her. She let a loud "Eeep!" as she covered her head with her hands before crouching to the ground, as a futile attempt to escape the bullets heading towards her, even though the wind barrier created by her vessel blocked all of their attacks just fine. Like I said, she still was not used to this whole war business.

With her being a target like this, she might as well join the others. At least that way she could take off some steam from herself. And so she quickly transformed her vessel back to its dormant state, used its power to do a far leap right towards where Gerhardt and Leon were. It should've made her vulnerable for any bullets that happened to cross her paths, but the riflemen targeting her certainly did not expect her to do such a bold move. And so she landed relatively safely; relatively since due to her nervousness she botched her landing and tripped as her feet touched the ground, making her fall face first to the ground. It would be a hilarious scene if not for the fact that they were in the middle of a life and death battle now.

"A-ah, I-I'm sorry!" she said to Gerhardt and Leon after she stood up on her feet once more. "I really need to be less clumsy..." she said to herself, though loud enough for the two to hear.

"A-anyway, what's the battle plan? I'm willing to do anything you order me too!" she continued. She never saw herself as a good strategist, or a good thinker in general, so she thought she should leave the thinking to the others.

@Mega Birb

[Assistant]
Around twenty ... twenty-one attackers? The hot stew shifted in his mouth. One, two ... a few were going down? Tzi flattened himself back against a rock, bowl gripped precariously in his large hands as the bullets continued to fly. The attack was definitely a real surprise. Not as surprising as the meat; they must have gotten an older deer for his share, because the few remaining cuts floating in the bowl were definitely gamier and tougher than he'd expected. It was chewy. Too chewy. The broth was pretty great for something made on the road, even if it needed a bit more spice and pizazz, but the meat? He just hadda give it a thumbs down.

Wagnill'd taken more of a beating than whatever got the meat so tight. Poor bugger, he was missing out on the non-deer parts of the stew. The tall young man dropped into a crawl, minimising his profile in the darkness of the campsite. A few shots continued to ring out above. The enemy'd definitely gotten the jump on them. He grinned, balancing the bowl on his head as he began to shuffle forward through the cold, rough dirt. How excitingly forward of them. Too bad they were going to get real beat when he could get around that rock. He couldn't just jump up and start swinging at them immediately. It was way too dark, and with everyone jam-packed like sardines in a small area, his trident could hurt some of the pals. The surprise had caught them off-guard there.

He didn't have the luxury of getting into a good position, especially at night, but the gods must have decided that he could get away with being harder to see when pressed up against the dirt. If the attackers had successfully surprised them all, then it was only fair that Tzi was going to do the same back. The others were already doing that. He could hear Gerhardt and Leon's rallying cries. He grabbed the bowl of stew, throwing it straight up into the leg of an unsuspecting rifleman that in the chaos had failed to notice his worm-like approach. It was a waste of a meal, but he'd gotten most of the meat out of the way anyway, and desperate times called for desperate measures. It wasn't so great that he couldn't waste it. And it was hot too, so that'd help.

Tzi didn't expect it to be super effective. No, it was just a distraction. As the sudden influx of heat caught the rifleman off-guard, the islander scrambled to his feet. It happened in an instant. His muscular frame impacted the attacker head-on without warning, a real reversal of the situation at the start. He wouldn't relent from the assault, because a second later, his carving fork was in hand, manifesting into a trident that immediately stabbed down.

The gunners would have to meat their makers first.

If they could turn the momentum of the ambush against the attackers, then it'd be a much more level field.

Blood pumped through his arms.

It was going to be fun.


[System]
Age: 45
Race: Human
Description:

He stands at 6'2", a tower of years of built up muscle. He wears a dark earthen blue tunic over a white linen three button pullover shirt. He wears a pair of black shorts(under his pants) and a pair of dark gray hosen(medieval style pants). He'll wear a chain mail shirt and these pauldrons

additionally he'll wear leather knee and shin armor.
He wears a small gray hood and a bear fur cloak.

Weapons: He wields a large crude looking war hammer and a falchion. Additionally, he has one small crude throwing axe.

Biography: Hugh was once part of a great order of paladins. They had much land and ruled with wisdom. Their lands were prosperous and fertile. Many were jealous of their lands, but no one had the courage enough to take on the great and Noble order. Their paladins were fierce and formidable fighters. They all stood higher than 6' and were towers of muscle. They were truly terrifying men. But they were brought down under scandal. Fabricated accusations about them stealing their riches and enslaving other groups of people for labor. The scandals kept growing until they were set upon by every surrounding nation. They stood no chance. Many were killed, only a few escaped.

They have been long since forgotten, after being hunted for almost two decades, and killed off, until it was concluded that they were finally extinct. Hugh hid among tribes of barbarians to survive. The tribe was good to him, making him one of their own. He had built a life of simplicity. Some warring between other tribes would often end with them being brutalized and then integrated. Hugh had found the love of his life among one of the taken tribes. He had a few sons and lived very happily, until they were set upon by a purge of the "savages".

Hugh's tribe was wiped out and he was orphaned once again. He had brutally killed all the "civilized" army he could, but it was too late. His tribe was all gone, along with his family.

He became a wanderer, and left to find life as a mercenary.

Demeanor/Attitude: Neutral Good. He mixes the bearing of a barbarian and a paladin. He fights like a barbarian and a demon, but talks and has the manners of a paladin.

Other: I'll add stuff as we go on.

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The night seemed to go on forever, until finally light began to break from the horizon. Giving a golden hue to the sands as the sun began its climb. Vivian shifted her gaze from it and away. Her eyes could never get used to that kind of light so suddenly. Hopefully as she traveled on the surface her eyes would some how get used to it. Ellis saw this as he sat next to her on the wagon.

 "Let me take over for awhile until your eyes adjust." He said. He took the reins form her hands letting her rest awhile. Oddly dispite the orb and everything she began to drift into sleep. She let her head rolled to her right. It rested upon the halflings head her silver hair flowing around him. Ellis, with a hand brushed the hair from his face and he looked over at her about to say something. However, with her angle and his he could almost see down through her cleavage and he looked away instantly. He sighed and decided to let it go.

 "Well aint I in a pickle..." He said, mostly to himself. The sun gave the observer a better look at her face. Drow were no different from their surface cousins. Each one just as beautiful as the last. The darkness often hid these features due to their skin being so dark. Ellis shift and tried to position Vivian in a way it wouldn't be uncomfortable for both him and her. "Of all the times to sleep she picked this one."

 His thoughts lingered on the orb though. It was almost a emerald green and too bad it was evil. He would have loved to stuff it along with belongings. However, he doubted it was actually valuable, unlike the actual gem. He sighed and looked back to see the others were rather concerned with it. What made it more concerning though was when both Bjoric and Artos practicly said it was evil. He then turned to look back towards their destination only to see something in the distance. He could see something sparkle, a red kind of sparkle.

 It looked like they were not the only ones hit by the Gnolls it would seem. As they got closer he saw one figure sitting against a rock. Blood all over the place, whether it belonged to him or not was yet to be determined. Every inch they got closer his features were more and more detailed until finally it was revealed. It was an orc. Judging from the weapons laid about he did fight some body. Ellis turned his head around to the others.

"Something up ahead, looks like a orc. He looks like he was in a big fight, no other corpses can be seen ,so I think that green orb sucked up what foes he had." He said.

 There were only six weapons strewn about the small battle field. Blood covering the sands. The weapons were three war axes and three long swords. The orc was holding his left side, his helmet right beside him. He was covered in the blood himself. Some of it was his, some of it was whoever he fought with.

[Assistant] Upon seeing the Orc Ellyn rushed to him, she felt sorry for him and wanted to help him badly. She tripped up in the process of running and got up, spitting some sand off her mouth and stuck to following the wagon untill the group reached him (looked like a him to her... can't tell because she was more focused on getting the rest of the sand off the mouth) she was worried about the orc... All she could hope for was that they would all reach him in time to treat his wounds.

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Sana looked over at Bjoric and pursed her lips. "Well ain't that peachy," she said as she climbed up into the wagon and resumed her position. That was all they needed, something running around the desert harvesting corpses. Placing her hand on the rail she kept watch, wondering just what they had gotten themselves into. Sana remained quiet and kept a vigilant eye out around them; her bow gripped tight in her hand. After a couple hours her watch was over and she resigned to let Hugh and the rest watch things. Hopping out of the back of the wagon she began to walk aside it towards the front. She wanted to see what was coming at them now straight on. She was tired of looking behind.

 Glancing over to Elis and Vivian, she chuckled lightly before turning her attention back before them. As her eyes fell on the Orc and the blood, she pulled an arrow from her quiver and knocked it into place, keeping the bow low for now. Perking a brow as Ellyn ran off towards the creature and face planting into the sand. "She's gonna get herself killed," she grumbled as she kept close to Ellyn. Taking a look at the missing bodies but the remaining weapons she looked over at the Orc, still keeping her arrow in place but the bow lowered for now.

 "Gnolls, orb, bye bye corpses?" she asked in a flat voice as she stood there.

[Assistant]
Hugh nodded to Sana, not all to familiar with gypsies, he didn't react to what she said, but she seemed rather worried about what he thought. When she said all this, the orb took flight overhead, interrupting the conversation for the time being. Hugh felt as though he knew what it was, but something was keeping him from figuring it out. Something that he was missing.

When Ellis cried out, remarking that an orc lay on the ground ahead of them, the bard took foot and ran towards it. "No, that could be a fucking trap!" He yelled, as he too gave chase, his hand tightly gripping his sheathed falchion. He was angry for a little before laugh snorting when she face planted into the sand, which sounded more like he coughed. He shook off his amusement and shouted, "Are you okay?!" right before she got up and continued. "I guess so." He muttered, continuing his run, kicking up sand, and slogging through it.

They finally came to a stop, the bard being the first to reach the presumed dead orc. When Hugh finally skidded to a stop, he drifted a little in the sand, and drew his falchion from its sheath. He began checking around the area for anything, like traps, or enemies ready to pounce. There wasn't much to check, just kick the sound around a little and look behind the rock. "Does anyone else see anything? We can't risk being surprised again."

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"Well, least we know something for certain." he replied to Sana. "Something is gonna be waiting for us."

Bjoric continued along with the cart, keeping a warry eye on the sky in case the orb decided it wanted fresher bodies. He couldn't help but feel some hint of memory in regards to the orb. Probably a passage in a book he'd read decades ago but hadn't paid attention to. He silently cursed himself for not reading it more closely.

The sun was on the rise when Bjoric began to feel the lack of sleep getting to him. He almost didn't notice that the halfling had spotted something and most of the party had taken off from the wagon to investigate. Unable to shake the tiredness from himself, he climbed into the front od the wagon to pull on the warhorses reins.

"What are ye durned fools yelling about now?" he called out, taking a standing position on the wagon bench to try and spot any that may be waiting in ambush.

[Assistant]
The bard looked to the marksman and the human and smiled as they approached her, in her opinion, they seemed cute together. She kinda got jealous at that because she wanted to act cute like that with someone. Sighing softly she tilted her head to the presumed dead Orc, wondering if she was still in time to try to heal him somehow.

'E-excuse me...?' Ellyn directed this at the Orc, although it appeared to be a bad time since she felt too intimidated by his body build and by his facial expressions. 'c-can I help you??' Ellyn stuttered that out in a worried manner... yup... Ellyn loves helping others yet she appeared to have no sense of danger.

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After the dwarf had corrected him, it appears the the orb absorbs the corpses rather than life energy as he predicted. Normally he would feel a tad stupid, but the large green orb was all he thought. "Dwarven cleric are you sure about that?" he asked towards the Dwarf, who looked a tad fearful. The elfven woman who appeared to be a bard suddenly got close after his wrong theory, and she looked a bit frightened. The woman reminded Artos of a childhood friend whom he was very close with, he was about to comfort her but Artos had no idea how to.

Continuing the trek, Artos' mind was wrapped around the floating orb and when the wagon suddenly stopped he landed face first into the rigid wooden frame. Falling unceremoniously to the ground he was about to say something until his eye caught an orc, the smell of blood and iron suddenly plunged Artos' nose. Aftermath of a battle? The elven woman suddenly darted off, with Hugh following behind her. Artos had gotten up already, nose slgihtly red due to him hitting it on the wagon. He began slowly and warily walking to the seemingly dead, or most likely unconscious orc. The running elven bard suddenly tripped and fell face first into the sand, Artos chuckled but covered it with his hand.

Reaching the battered and beaten orc, "I can try healing him, but I am not sure if it'd work." Artos offered, standing over Ellyn and beside Hugh. "As for traps, well, I could also activate Mind's eye, but I don't think there's a trap."

[Assistant]
'you can!?' Ellyn seemingly smiled as she heard that from Artos. Even though she knew it might not work she would be glad if everyone did what they could instead of not being able to do anything at all. She looked down from Artos and chuckled to herself softly, thankful that the young man offered his healing services.

'please try... sir...' was all she said to him, knowing that the newcomer may be friendly towards her afterall...

[User]
"It seems clear Hugh," Sana said quickly as she kept close to Ellyn. Turning around and looking at Bjoric she sighed slightly, thinking he must have been asleep.

 "Oh just about a lot of blood and the body of an Orc, nothing special," she said quickly before turning back and eying the Orc.

 As Ellyn asked Atros to heal the orc, her brows furrowed deeply as she resisted the urge to drop her arrow and cover her face with her palm out of disbelief. "I swear woman, you'd take in a lost Necromancer," she half teased.

[Assistant]
'if he can help then I will do anything... I'd die to learn how to heal others... but I was never taught that...' She giggled at Sana and smiled, possibly showing a bit of a flustered look from Sana's teasing. 'meanie...' Ellyn muttered, still smiling. She glared back to the orc with her worried expression returning.

'I wonder if they will have any song books in the ancient ruins... might not be but if there is there may be a song to heal grievous wounds or something... hehe'

'I want to help him... if nobody can then I will myself...' Ellyn thought long and hard about that decision but she will do it. Even if things came push into shove.

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Hugh nodded to Sana, "So it seems." He said. He turned to see the orc. Creatures he had never liked, but his life had not been turned upside down by orcs, but by other humans. Orcs seemed to have a pretty bad reputation and there were some very good reasons for that. They were violent and had no respect for the weak. You would not find mercy at the end of an orc blade. They weren't all to intelligent, but they were magnificent fighters, and you could win their respect by besting them in combat. The one redeeming quality Hugh respected the most of orcs.

Hugh was honorable most importantly and he would provide healing for the orc, if he could. Although he was an ex-paladin, old habits always die hard, especially the ones you are raised with.

Hugh was suddenly taken aback by Ellyn's words, stating she would die trying to learn how to heal others. "Whoa! None of that! It's not that difficult. No selling your soul involved for this." He said aloud, possibly taking her a little more serious than she meant. "Just let me heal-" He stopped himself before he finished that sentence. He had let his tongue do too much talking, for it was almost as if he had forgotten his lack of holy powers. "Artos will probably be able to take care of it. Right Artos?" He said, giving a friendly grin, hiding his embarrassment.


[System]
Age: 15
Sex: Male
Hair: Auburn. Couple inches long, tends to curl out as it grows.
Eye: Greenish, though they're discolored like fogged glass, indicating his blindness. If you're up-close in his face, you can notice the bright amber limbal rings around his eyes, rune-scribing that marks him as an Astral Conduit.

Family: Morgen has a twin sister named Morwen, and five younger siblings who he hasn't seen in two years. His younger siblings and parents are believed to be living back in their old home village.
Affiliations: He was briefly part of the Miraculum for about a year after he and his sister were taken from their home village.
Home: Morgen was born and raised in a small village in the far reaches of the Wastelands. The village was known for harvesting petrified wood and trading with nearby outposts, and was known as Stonework.

Magic: He's an Astral Conduit, though still fairly knew at it. He can easily project himself into his dog, Spot, and is comfortable and skilled at controlling her. He's also found he's able to see through Morwen's eyes at times, though like most Astral Conduits, he's unable to "control" her as she is human. He hasn't tried his hand at other animals as of the start of our story.
Inventory: He carries a ratty old knapsack around, but it's usually empty unless his sister finds something of use to stow away in it. He carries a canteen and a small hunting knife on his person, but otherwise nothing else of real note. The only real treasure of his is a silver coin with a crude carving of a dog on it kept on a leather cord around his neck.
Combat: Morgen isn't much of a fighter, considering his blindness. When forced into a combat situation, he relies on shifting to his dog, Spot, for defense of himself and his sister. Spot is a large dog with pointed ears. Despite her name, she has no spots on her body at all, and is a solid black, dark as pitch. She stands about three feet high at the shoulder, with a broad chest and a matted, bushy tail.
History: Morgen was born in Stonework a few short minutes after his twin sister, Morwen. They are the eldest of five other children, born to a couple of loggers who worked the petrified woods around their hometown of Stonework. Morgen and his sister were bought by the Miraculum from their parents when they were twelve. Trade was doing poorly in their hometown due to a nearby elemental mutant wreaking havoc on the forests, and their parents needed coin to support the other children. The twins fled the organization when Morwen overhead them wanting to dispose of her brother, thinking he was incapable of Astral projection when he failed to demonstrate his abilities over the course of a year.
Other: Morgen is completely blind and relies on his newfound abilities as a conduit and his sister to survive.

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"Oh! Oh right!" Morwen sat up and tapped her forehead, "Sorry, I...I didn't even consider that. Sorry." She rose from the bed to stand by her brother.

The air was still sticky. Morwen could almost feel the electricity in the air, the rain would come in a matter of hours. The elder twin looked to her brother, the shabby clothes, the dirtied hair and face. She then caught her reflection in the mirror, she looked much of the same, her hair longer and knotted from days of mistreatment. Morwen knew Mom and Dad raised them better than this. "We have a few cores left." She stated, "Let's go to the market before it closes, get some of those end of the day deals. New outfits, a brush, some soap. We have to look presentable."

A quick pat to her side confirmed that she still had the pouch. She grabbed Morgen's hand, heading quickly to the market. It had been a long time since Morwen was this excited. She and her brother beelined it to the stall with the clothing earlier. They still had the dresses up. Colorful ones, printed ones, long and short ones. Morwen bite her lower lip in excitement. "Morgen...Morgen. Should we match? Should we choose similar colors? There's so many choices." She said in a hushed whisper, "I like the red flowered one. You could wear red...or...um-"

"Pick quickly. We're closing soon." The man snapped as he interrupted Morwen's babbling. He was younger then the inn keeper, but his eyes were shrewd. He eyed the two filthy twins. Clearly already agitated with the last minute customers. Morwen nodding quickly. "R-Right." She looked to her brother expectantly.

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Morgen frowned lightly at her insistence, but he wouldn't argue with her; he rarely did. If she wanted to get dressed up for their parents, he guessed he didn't have any real good reason to say otherwise. Maybe he cared less about how they looked since this is how they had /always/ looked, to him. He'd never seen Morwen with washed, combed hair, or himself without the dirt smudging his face. The first time he ever saw anything was shortly after their escape from the Miraculum, when he'd seen through his sister's eyes. They'd been starving and ratty then, and maybe it was because he'd never seen before, but he didn't really understand what the big deal was.

His shoulders hunched up when they returned to the streets, as if to ward off prying eyes and loud noises from all around. He kept his head down, obediently following in Morwen's footsteps, led along like a mule at the end of a rope. When she stopped, he paused beside her, waiting as she browsed the clothing. He could almost feel the shopkeep's impatience before the man even spoke. The boy shifted uncomfortable on his feet, head bowed. An awkward silence lapsed between them before he realized she was waiting for his response. His brow furrowed as he tried to recall the different colors Morwen had shown him on the rare occasions he peeked through her eyes.

"Um... well. I guess I kinda like green..." He shook his head, then, and shrugged. "Just pick somethin' nice if you're gonna... I wanna go back to inside. I'm hungry." She could worry over clothes all she wanted; Morgen would worry about the food, what half-decent meal maybe they'd get tonight. It'd been two days since their last meal, a two-headed snake whose head had been crushed beneath a stone. The meat had tasted rotten, but they hadn't gotten sick, and it had given them enough energy to make it this far. He gave his sister's hand a brief squeeze, realizing he might have sounded a bit short with her.

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There was a rumble of thunder in the distance. Morwen gripped her coin purse tightly. "O-Oh. Right...Sorry. I'll...I'll be quick." She returned the squeeze of her hand.

She bit her lower lips, the flower dress was beautiful. There was a matching shirt as well. She reached up and felt the fabric, it was a light airy material. The dress and shirt were cool to the touch and felt soft. It felt expensive, unnecessary. Morgen wouldn't be able to see it anyways. There were matching pants and shirts near by. These were colorless, unflattering, but sturdy garments. Meant for those that work outdoors. The man grumbled, "Are you going to stare all day, or pick something?" He snarled.

"Sorry..." Morwen moved and picked the sturdier outfits. They would last longer and be more useful in the long run. She paid quickly, having more then enough for food at the inn. She placed the outfits in Morgen's bag. "We can just take a bath and such tomorrow, at home. Lets...Lets get some food." She led Morgen away, "Besides, we can even give the rest to Mom and Dad!"

There was a crack of lightening. Morwen sped up to get to the inn in time. Shoppers and storekeepers alike hurried away to the safety of their own homes. Morwen kept her head up this time. Their parents sold wood, they would be in a market like this to sell their goods. Yet, she didn't recognize one. Maybe they had a good day and packed up early! Morwen grinned, tomorrow, tomorrow this journey will be over.

Rain fell heavy right as the twins got into the inn. Morwen sat her brother down. "We'll get dressed tomorrow, we can eat food now." She looked around, "Smell anything good?"

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The door to the tavern banged shut behind Johannes, bouncing off the rickety doorframe twice before settling shut. The old tavern-keeper hollered something out at the noise, but he ignored it. His cores were good and she was in no position to turn away business. Belly full of hard bread and a stew of questionable contents, he was satisfied enough to go about his business. He hated most outpost food, but not as much as he hated anything he could scrub up out of the Wasteland. He didn't trust the water at the tavern – he'd have to boil some up on his own before refilling his canteens.

"Damn nosey broad." Johannes muttered under his breath as he adjusted his backpack and trudged toward the market. A replenishing of supplies was in order. First aid supplies, sturdy sewing thread, more rope, boot laces, tarp, socks, ammo reloading supplies….

He ticked off the long list in his head as he approached the stalls, eyes narrowed against sun and stranger alike. Whenever he was in outposts like this, he kept his hood down and coat buttoned half-closed. No good could come out of some Wasteland mutant getting the jitters – or worse, some pickpocketing scumbag reaching where he shouldn't and pulling out surprises that weren't his.

After some wandering, Johannes found a stall with a box of mismatched boot laces. He started picking through them, matching up length and width while disregarding color, when he heard a nearby merchant snarl out:

"Are you going to stare all day, or pick something?"

Johannes glanced over his shoulder, trying to keep his attention on the scene on the down-low. The merchant's attention seemed to be focused on two ratty looking kids – and by the way the young boy hung his head and stood there unresponsive, he was torn between suspecting retardation or foul play.

Tossing the merchant a core for a handful of boot laces that were quickly stuffed away in his pack, Johannes kept his eyes on the children as he continued to shop, just in case they tried stealing something. In all his years of experience, he had quickly learned to not give anyone any pity due to their age – a child is just as likely to rip you off as an adult.

Johannes frowned as the children scurried off toward the tavern like rats fleeing water. That was where he was sleeping tonight, damn it, and he didn't want to share it with ragtag rugrats. He took his time getting the rest of his supplies from the market. He couldn't find a decent tarp – a waterproof one – so he skipped out on that. His was starting to fray on one edge but it would hold out for a while longer. Getting gunpowder proved to be the most difficult and he ended up haggling the price down to prevent getting ripped off. That particular merchant – a short, fat man with a bad case of eczema on his arms and face – earned himself a scowl once his back was turned.

Raindrops had started to fall as Johannes slipped into the tavern, his entrance much more quiet than his exit. He hated staying here, but he was waiting to meet up with his new partner. He'd been given a name and a vague description, but that was it. Narrowing his eyes as they adjusted to the dim lighting, he scanned the tavern common room for the scribe.

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Tapping his fingers lightly on the table Ezra could not fight off the bored expression that overtook his young face. Tied up dark hair still managed to hang messily in his face and give him an overall look of someone who really had no cares at that moment.

Though the expression he wore was far from honest. He was just glad to be out of that stuffy academy and the city. He'd take lawless wastes over the stifling atmosphere of Eden anyday. He dressed simply, in loose comfortable clothing, looking no part the prodigal scribe he was rumored to be. The only hint to that lay inside the beat-up looking satchel that rested at his hip.

 Light brown eyes scanned over the crowd as he tried to pick out the Hunter he was to be assigned to. Johnny.. Jagger… Hell he couldn't remember. Ruffles his hair further, thinking maybe he should have been paying attention.. But those instructors liked to hear themselves talk and all that he could recall was a faint hum in his ear as they went on and on. Drops his forehead to the table with a light thunk, drawing in looks from those around around him.

"Shit."

Ezra flopped back fully into his chair before he continued to look over the patrons, tossing a brief glance towards the ragtag twins that scurried in before looking towards the door as it once more admitted another patron. Tips to the side to get a better look, the man seemed to be scanning the tavern for something.. Or someone. He definitely seemed to stand out in comparison to those who seemed to be going in and out of this place.. He was likely exactly who Ezra was looking for. Yet he waited, not moving from his chair… He wanted to be sure.. Though how? Even he had no clue. Maybe the Hunter got a description of him as well.. Ezra hoped like hell at least he listened.

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Morgen stumbled a bit to keep up with his sister, even with their hands linked. He never liked running; there was always a chance to plow into some unforeseen obstacle, even if you were being led about. He chewed at his bottom lip and squeezed his eyes shut instinctual, hoping that Morwen wouldn't have him trip over some uneven surface in the hardpan road. Throughout their lives, she'd gotten good at leading him, but there were always those rare instances when she forgot that she had to pay attention to every aspect of the terrain, and got him tripped up.

Fortunately, this wasn't one of those times. They made it inside just before the rain began to pelt the roof. It became immediately evident that this inn was not waterproof. The old woman behind the bar snapped at one of her barmaids, who quickly ran to fetch a couple buckets. These were placed strategically in a few places of the common room to catch the rainwater that fell in.

Morgen sat where his sister placed him. He reached for the arms of the chair, only to discover he had none. He squirmed, shifting uncomfortably, and opted to rest his hands in his lap instead. "Nothin' ever really smells good in these places--" He began, unaware that the old woman was walking right behind him, bucket in hand.

"Then don't eat!" She snapped bitterly in his direction, causing the boy to grimace and sink down some in his chair. His face flushed with embarrassment. "Um..." He started again, quietly, so that only his sister would hear. "...Whatever they got is good, probably. I mean it can't be no worse than that snake we had to eat." He paused, then and added tentatively, even more quiet: "...Can we let Spot in tonight? It's raining..."


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"Are you ready to make history?"

Age: 16

Status: 2nd year student at the Knights' Academy

Personality: If Calliope could be described in one word, it would be theatrical. Growing up in a family of performers has given her a flair for the dramatic. As such, she's loud and peppy, moving with exaggerated gestures, and she doesn't always get when said behaviour annoys others.

She has a deep admiration for the Rallen Knights, because of the songs glorifying them, and becomes star-struck whenever she meets an accomplished one. She aspires to be like them, however she still has a rose-tinted view of the world, believing it to be as it is in the stories. She thinks in terms of black and white, good versus evil, without realising that her heroes are flawed and conflicts are more complex than history makes them out to be.

Biography: Calliope was born into a troupe of travelling musicians. Between constantly moving from place to place, and hearing tales of epic deeds, she developed a sense of adventure from a young age. She longed to someday accomplish something great, like the subjects of many songs, the Rallen Knights.

When Calli was 12, her mother became sick and passed away, leaving her the Altaria who'd been her performance partner. Said Altaria, Seraphine, helped her cope and step into her mother's shoes, singing along as Calli composed her own songs on her lyre and performed for people.

The music played by humans and Pokemon alike in the troupe drew cheering crowds, but also attracted the wrong sorts. Some of the Pokemon, such as Clefable and Wigglytuff, were particularly rare - hence, targets for poachers. One night, a group of thieves ambushed and attacked the wagon. Calli was only 15, and had no idea what to do, but she wasn't going to just stand around and do nothing while her loved ones fought. The knights immortalised in song certainly wouldn't. As Seraphine dived into the fray, fending off the attackers, Calliope herself physically tried to pull a Mightyena off of her brother before it could bite him.

The Mightyena turned on her, but Sera saved her, knocking it away with Moonblast. That was when her Unity power awakened, an elaborate blue costume and protective cloak replacing her usual attire. With her newfound agility, she sent the thugs stumbling backwards with a gust of wind, brandishing two airy swords. The tables having turned in the troupe's favour, the would-be thieves retreated.

Shortly after the incident, Calliope was accepted into the Rallen Knight's Academy, where she now trains to be like the heroes she sings about.

Partner Pokemon: Seraphine, the Altaria. Although she enjoys singing and dancing just as much as Calliope does, she's much more calm and sedate. Since the passing of Calli's mother, Sera has taken on some maternal traits, such as fussing over Calli and fixing her hair. And of course, becoming fiercely protective if her trainer is in danger.

Unity Abilities: While Calliope's "armour" may not look like much, it's built for ease of movement, and her fluffy cloak is much, much tougher than it looks - she can use it to dampen incoming attacks, much like Cotton Guard. She can also use it to glide short distances, and channel a small amount of magic which creates wind bursts.

In terms of weapons, she gains two shortswords. Her fighting style involves a technique similar to Dragon Dance - the more she dances, the stronger and faster she becomes. She becomes surrounded by a blue aura while doing this, and can achieve up to twice her base speed and strength. However, if her dance is interrupted (for example if she's hit or distracted), the effect ends and she has to build it up again.

Finally, with a song and an effort of will, she can slightly heal one person at a time (a variation of Heal Bell).

Likes:
* Music
* Dancing
* Travelling
* Stories
* Celebrations

Dislikes:
* Bullies
* Negative people
* Cold weather
* Waiting
* Being told to shut up

Quirks:
* Often hums and whistles to herself.
* Sings battle anthems while sparring or fighting, as a morale boost for herself and others.
* Playfully treats ordinary situations as more epic than they are, for example a casual sports game.

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"...are you kidding me..." Willow thought as she saw Calliope come straight for her.

As she apologized about the whole thing and offered her sparring, William's stare went up and down the girl and, in a funny display, Iris did the almost exact same to Seraphine. Nevertheless, the 1st year was about to answer when Mr. Drachen interrupted them.

"I..." she looked to the old man, making herself scarce when he gestured to them. Willow and Calliope had to - fortunately or unfortunately - split up. Still, the shy girl bid her good day as best she could before walking away with the first years, pushed gently by the Hatterene in the right direction while Iris was giving Titania mean eyes for pushing Willow.

"It's fine, Iris..."
Despite everything, Willow made her way up to the professor and, making sure no one else was near them, gently asked;

"So...w-what exactly will be the 'test' of our skills?" she asked, slightly worried.

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Calliope turned to face Kaizer, who led a group of exhausted-looking students. "They get to use Unity? Aw, lucky first years." She glanced at the green haired girl, who shuffled away with her peers, gently guided by Blackwood's Hatterene. Her own Unity training last year had been exhilarating - why couldn't the second years begin with that? Surely that was the most important skill to hone? "Still, I'm gonna give it my all!" She hurried to where the other second years trained and joined them, sweeping and parrying with her wooden swords as Seraphine watched.

She was only a few seconds into the drills when Kaizer's voice boomed through the courtyard once more. Her head perked up, a thrill coursing through her. Field training, at the side of an accomplished knight. Instead of merely singing about adventures, she was finally going to experience one. "Ooooh, a mission?" She dashed to Kaizer's side, bouncing on her heels. "What's the task? Whatever it is, we've got this!" Grinning over her shoulder at her fellow second years as they gathered, she raised her fist, attempting to bolster morale.

Exciting as this was, a hint of trepidation nagged at her - the deeds of Rallen's heroes were a lot to live up to. Would this go like it did in the songs?

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As the students broke into their respective groups, Kaizer addressed the second years, "You will all be assisting in a Pokémon hunt today. It seems a wild Metagross has taken up residence in the nearby mountains and some noble brat wishes to have it brought in as his personal pet. Metagross are notoriously tough opponents so this will be a good opportunity to test your battle skills as well as your Unity abilities. Orders are to subdue and bring the hunk of metal in, but you can faint it if you must. If there are no objections or questions, you have ten minutes to gather your equipment and meet me at the academy gates! Move out!" The second years immediately broke off running for their dorms in order to prepare for the incoming ordeal. Turning his attention to Okido, Kaizer saw the samurai moving the third years down to the lakeside. The headmaster had long since planned for them to begin with full contact sparring before moving into the command-oriented aspects that were commonly associated with third year studies.

Morganna meanwhile, had brought her pack of first years into the castle and up a flight of stairs to her classroom, "Now students, I trust many of you are aware of what Unity is, but I have doubts that you have seen it performed properly. Titania, if you please..." The Hatterene gleefully bounded over to her mistress as Morganna reached out a hand, placing the other over her chest. A bright pink light emanated from the duo and covered the room; nearly blinding the new students. When it cleared, Morganna stood before them, now clad in a flowing pink dress, witch's hat, and carrying a long bejeweled staff. Her once-black hair was now pale blue in color and tied back into a long ponytail to match her partner.

"Hehe... Do you see?" Morganna twirled for the students as she fought to keep the encroaching grin off her face. Even when it was for the purposes of demonstration, she couldn't stop Titania's influence from forcing her to smile while in Unity form. It just felt so... wonderful. "With the power of Unity, you and your partner will truly become one and the same. You share the same sensations, feel the same stimulations, and in return, the Pokémon shares their power with you!" To demonstrate, Morganna aimed her staff at a wooden target in the room and fired a Psybeam. The beam struck and obliterated its mark. As the students gawked and clapped, Morganna released herself from the Unity form and composed herself, "Ahem... As such, the purpose of my classes will be to test how strong your Unity is with your current Pokémon partners. For those among you who don't have one..." She eyed the few students who stood without a Pokémon at their side, "We'll see to it that you are paired with a partner that will best bring out your latent abilities. Now... who wants to go first?" Morganna stepped aside and retrieved another target from her desk.

Back in the courtyard, Kaizer stood at attention as his students returned carrying their equipment for the day's journey. He didn't like the idea of securing such a powerful Pokémon to be some noble's pet, but orders were orders and he could at least get an opportunity to see how well Morganna had trained this crop of students in the last year. With a smirk, Kaizer mounted Ignis and signaled for his partner to take flight. He addressed his students from the air, [color=orange]"As for my role in this assignment, I'm simply to navigate you to the last known location of the Metagross! I will simply be observing your progress and will step in only if absolutely necessary. I trust I'm understood." Without waiting for a reply, Kaizer and Ignis turned and began flying away, expecting the second years to follow.

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[Assistant] After her sparring session with Allan that was a lot more challenging than she expected for a simple practice session, Lillian was all warmed up. Professor Drachen gave the morning announcements, and then they were all split off into groups. The third years were all sent to the lake for mock battle training. She dutifully went along with the other third years to the lakeside. There was discussion of Full Contact Sparring. Lillian raised her hand. "I beg your pardon Professor Okido, but how is this different from the sparring we were just doing?"

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Eyes shining, Calliope eagerly awaited the command. What would the students' heroic deed ahead be? Drive away mischievous ghosts? Rescue a missing Pokemon? When Kaizer announced the second years' task, her expression fell.

"Wait... what?" She stood stunned, her peers' footsteps drowning out her murmur. Subdue a Metagross and bring it to a noble as a pet? Against its will? This wasn't the kind of thing the knights in the songs did. Was there more to the situation than Kaizer had said? There had to be. Rallen Knights were known as a force of good. With a sigh, she headed after the other students.

Once she'd gathered a bag of supplies from her dorm - she didn't need to bring weapons, being able to summon them while transformed - she rejoined Kaizer in the courtyard. As he took to the air atop his Charizard, Calliope hopped onto Seraphine's back. "Ready?" With a nod and a chirp, Seraphine spread her fluffy wings and took off.

It was usually a pleasure to fly, to feel the wind against her face as she watched the land spread out below her and Sera, but the task ahead rather dampened Calliope's enjoyment. "Uh, sir?" Steadily catching up with Kaizer, she turned her head. "This Metagross is actively causing trouble and needs to be stopped, right? Or it's lost and lonely, and needs a good home? And what's this noble like?"


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47 YEARS OLD
LEAD AUROR OF THE SANTA BARBRA DIVISION

MICHAEL SANTANA
34 YEARS OLD
AUROR

ROWAN CHANG
36 YEARS OLD
AUROR

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"I don't think that's a good idea, mom." Abram said as he nodded his head over the phone.

Somehow Abram's mom was convinced that he needed to be set up on a blind date because he was having no luck with the ladies, but it wasn't that he wasn't having any luck in the dating world, it was that Abram wasn't looking for anything serious and most girls his age were. He was single and living it as best as he could. A few one night stands were easier to deal with than a serious relationship that took a lot of time and commitment, especially since he was in the running for a promotion.

Abram was an Auror who was apart of the United States Auror Division, one of the field offices which was part of the Department of Aurors, a department of the Magical Congress of the United States of America. He was causing a lot of chatter in the department, making splashes, and hopefully getting a promotion within the USAD. Being able to have the freedom of falling into and pulling out of casual relationships made sense to him as he wasn't ready to make a full on commitment to anything or anyone but work.

"I don't need to meet Aunt Jo's friend's niece." Abram sighed. "I'm sure she's cute but that's not the problem. I just don't have any time in my schedule for it... Mom? What?"

The Auror was given orders to meet the girl, his mom had already set up the date and it was sooner than he would have expected. Maybe he could pick up an assignment and have a real excuse to miss the date. Most of the women his Aunt Jo associated herself with were well off in the wizarding world, but they all had one issue, they knew his family and if anything were to happen Abram wouldn't have heard the end of it.

"Alright, alright, fine." The wizard said, having to agree with no choice. "Thanks, I love you too. Tell Aunt Jo thank you too."

Hanging up the phone, Abram bit his lip as he rubbed the edge of his chin with his thumb, thinking about what course of action to take next. His mind wandered to the idea of really signing up for an assignment, but he figured that would be a really petty move on his part. With another heavy sigh, Abram flicked on the tv which was already tuned into one of the news channels that reported on most current magical issues.

The segment that was playing was one that Abram had already seen, a documentary about one of the popular magical chefs in the city. Abram didn't spend too much time in Los Angeles as the city was a little too much for him, but growing up in Santa Barbara wasn't much of a difference as he did spend a lot of his teenage years in LA fooling around the summer scene. The program was quickly paused as an emergency news message popped up and played on the screen.

"... reports say that three No-Majes were killed in the incident. The Department of Aurors were on the scene but had refused to comment until further investigation by their department along with the Major Investigation Department were conducted."

As the segment ended, Abram's phone buzzed, with the Auror knowing full well what that meant.

"Another sunny day in paradise."

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Claire had her feet up on her coffee table as she slouched on the couch, taking a break from going through the paperwork that she had brought home in an attempt to keep her eyes from spinning out of her brain. She couldn't quite understand why nobody had yet invented a magical way to do reports and file them; even with computers being adapted to allow for their use in high-magic areas, the technology was still woefully behind, and one could never quite trust whether the internet would work or the program would get a mind of its own or behave. Everything went into paper databases just in case technology failed, and it took twice as long even with magic to speed everything up.

Grumbling and picking up the papers again, she was about to finish filing in the summary report when her phone went off, and she picked it up. The alert flashing across the screen was specially colored, signalling that it was a magical alert rather than a No-Maj alert, which never mentioned anything important unless one was terribly concerned about the weather.

She didn't even get a chance to unlock her phone before a message popped up with a location. Normally she knew what was going on to some degree before the alert even showed up if she was going to be assigned to it; the speed of the location meant that it was a true emergency.

The paperwork got abandoned as she got up, slinging her bag over her shoulder and throwing her phone inside. Thankfully the location was just to the headquarters in Los Angeles, which she had been to before, and she apparated with barely a second thought, grimacing as she landing outside of the conference room. It didn't matter how many times one apparated; it still felt like being pushed through a tiny tube and spit out the other side.

"What is going on? I didn't get the chance to read the news, I just figured I would get here first and get the details later." She ran a hand through her bright teal hair. A lot of times she would change her hair color to a more natural, or at least less vibrant, color so that she didn't stand out as much, but she hadn't even had time to think about doing it. Being a metamorphamagus had its perks, but worry and duty had her focused entirely elsewhere

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A few hours later and Abe was in Los Angeles, trailing behind a few other lead Auror detectives as they made their way through the US Auror Division LA headquarters. He had been to the building a few times but never really worked out of it. The incident that included the deaths of the No-Majes was a big worry as it was hinted that Dark Wizards were involved, and that meant more troubles were going to come their way.

Deaths of No-Majes were down by ten percent from the past year, but things were getting hectic in the States and there was a slight increase in cases involving witches and wizards using magic against No-Majes. Abram was brought in as new blood to learn the ropes, along with him to lead the group was lead Auror, Clayton Salt, one of the men responsible for Abram's growth and success within the department. Two other junior Aurors were brought along with them, Michael Santana and Rowan Chang, still seniors to Abram's youthfulness.

"We'll be splitting up after a short brief." Clayton barked as the group walked down the hallway of the Los Angeles headquarters. "This isn't our division, so you listen to what is asked of you and what is told. We show respect as this isn't on our turf." Abram's boss gave the youngest Auror of the group a wink and a chuckle knowing that it was him who was going to somehow get on the nerves of others. Abe had the thirst and drive to be a good Auror, but he also could step on toes trying to get the job done.

Clayton Salt was a stern and disciplined wizard, but he knew what he was talking about having been one of the most successful Aurors within their department. Abram knew that he could trust him and listened to every word he had ever said to him without hesitation. So as they entered a small conference room the group was left to their own as they waited on one of the lead Aurors for the LA division.

"Abe, I'm sending you out to the scene. I need your eyes and ears on the ground." Clayton ordered. "Find out as much as you can, play nice and try not to get into any trouble."

"Yes sir." Abram said, bowing after taking in his orders. "I'll try my best."

"You'll be escorted there by another Auror, just try not to get on their nerves. We're here as guests, remember that."

"Hopefully that's not too hard to do." Mike said with a chuckle. "Don't go all cowboy on us either."

Rowan chimed in with her soft, sweet laugh as she took a seat around the conference room table. "Let me guess, I'm on the kids to see if they saw anything else?"

The lead Auror nodded, smiling happily that the group already knew what their roles were. The group had been together for about five years, with Abram having joined them about a year and a half ago. "Yep, and Santana, you're working with a few of the Aurors on finding out possible suspect groups. We gotta make sure it isn't any terrorist groups or Dark Arts Extremists. Let's make this quick and easy, maybe we can even get back a few days early."

"It's Nick's birthday isn't it?" Abe said, reminding his boss of his kid's birthday. "Did you get him anything yet?"

"No, maybe you can pick something up on your way back from the crime scene." Clay chuckled. "Let's get to work."

The group split as one of the lead Aurors of the Los Angeles department entered the room, having a one-on-one conversation with Clayton. Abram rushed out of the conference room as he wandered to the front of the Los Angeles Division headquarters, playing with his wrist as he waited for his escort.

"Be patient, be kind." He chanted, trying to embed his order's in his mind. "Make friends of other divisions, not enemies." It wasn't that he wasn't cooperative, it was just that he sometimes stepped on too many toes of others.

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Claire had worked with the aurors from the Santa Barbara division before, but not the full team from the top. She had met Salt and Santana before, and had actually conferenced with Rowena before for advice on dealing with witness statements, though she had never actually met her in person. She had heard that there was a new auror that was pretty close to her own age, and while she had read some of his reports, she hadn't met him in person either.

She was surprised at how long it took the team to join them; it was too far for them to apparate like she had, but Floo Powder was still an option they could have taken. The alert must have been sent out to them at near the same time it reached her, but by the time their team arrived, her team had been fully briefed on what they had been able to find out and she had been assigned as a scene investigator. She knew the area better than whoever she was going to be paired up with, and considering this was a potential terrorist attack, it was a fairly high stakes occasion.

The Santa Barbara team finally arrived, though the initial meeting in the conference room was short so that they could get out of the office before the scene got wipes too clean. She hadn't gotten to

"Claire, your partner is waiting by the front door. You're going to have to take No-Maj transport into town; there's nowhere close enough to justify going by Floo, and its too far to apparate without risking an arm or a leg. They got the same reports we did, so work off of that. Remember it's a No-Maj situation, so go in quietly." Walker said as they walked out of the conference room to take their places. "Oh, and Claire? You're blue." Walker went over towards her desk to grab a few things while Claire headed towards the front door.

As Claire rounded the corner to the front door, her hair started to shift from teal and blue, her preferred color, to a more inconspicuous brown color, starting at the roots and moving down to the tip. She didn't notice, nor did anybody that was used to her walking around like that; it was purely a reaction to her boss telling her that her hair was still bright blue. By the time she reached the man, it was a weird mix of half and half that didn't look bad, but didn't seem quite right.

 "You're Abram, right?" Claire piped up as she approached the only auror in the building she hadn't ever interacted with in some form.  "I'm Claire, we haven't met yet."

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From the corner of his eye Abe noticed a spark of blue light and then a voice that called out his name. Abram was surprised with a pretty face which caught him off-guard as she went on and introduced herself.

"Ah, yeah, Abram." He said with a nod. "It's nice to meet you, Claire." His eyes scanned her frame, starting from the top and ending at the bottom. Sure, he might have been checking her out a bit, but it was more to see who he was going to be working with rather than who he was going to try and flirt with. The man knew to keep it professional.

His head was thrown back into the game, focusing on the case at hand. He remembered a few of the case notes that he had read on their drive up. Three dead, three kids left alive, but who had their memories wiped. Nothing added up as to why the kids would be left alive unless it was a targeted attack. But if it was a targeted attack, why would they leave the possibility of witnesses. There were spells that witches and wizards could use to help retrieve the memories that people lost, but those were dangerous.

Of course, Abram couldn't help himself in flirting just a little bit with a pretty girl. So, licking his now dry and chapped lips, he chuckled and smiled. "I'm under your command, Claire, so I'll follow you're lead."


[System]
Gender: Female
Powers, if any: An encyclopedic knowledge of anime and, you know, science stuff.
Appearance: Clicky! A dorky, yellow, reptilian monster. Wears glasses. Usually wears a lab coat.
Other: Instant noodles are okay.

[User]
Without a word, and with her eyes glued firmly to the floor, Alpyhs entered the laboratory, trying to sneak in behind the lost student and the other scientists. She knew she was running late and so tried as hard as she could to make herself smaller than usual, hoping at the very least to make it to her own, cluttered desk before having to face anyone else.

Her cover was blown as one of the other scientists smiled, and wished her good morning, as she attempted to sneak by.

"G-good morning, um, just going, going to my desk, um, s-sorry about being late," Alphys stammered out, scurrying the last short distance between her and the relative safety of her desk.

[Assistant] Hearing the shaking voice of Alphys made him look up, finding himself actually glad she had decided to show up even if she was late. Making his way over while the other scientists was looking at the changes he had added for their reusable power source. As he got to Alphys's desk Gaster glanced over to the human scientists, making sure they were to busy with what they were doing before talking to Alphys in a soft whisper so not to get over heard. "Good to see you Alphys. Glad you made it. Your not the only one who was late though, they were too." Nodding to the two humans who was still scratching their heads looking at the changes to the foundation that Gaster had added, wondering if it would even work out. Finally they seemed to want to try it out as they started adding some changes to their battery pack giving Alphys and Gaster some time to talk freely.

[User]
After clambering up and settling down on the chair at her desk, Alphys offered a thankful smile up towards Gaster, before peering around him to watch the two human scientists fussing over... something. The little smile turned into a bigger grin as she sat back in the chair. It span slightly, much to her apparent delight.

"What did you do to make them s-so excited? It's n-not," Alphys kept her voice low also, even if she wasn't entirely sure why she was doing so, but it generally made sense to follow Gaster's lead in this sort of thing, "you know, um, I mean, n-n-nothing is off-limits to scientific inquiry, but, it's not going to get you in trouble, is it?"

[Assistant]
Shaking his head slightly "Not this time...I just added some changes to their plans, their way. If I had it my way I would have their battery just like the core I created within hotland. These humans dislike any talk on our ways though." Pausing just to glance over his shoulder at the two, watching them remove their original power outlet and started to add some things to the outlit as he had written down. Turning back to Alphys as they worked "It's not going to work though, making a reusable source of power the human way. Maybe they will learn at one point that our magic can become highly useful to them and not as dangourous as they like to think."

Hearing his name being called Gaster glanced up and turned his head only to see one of the scientists make his way over. "The changes in the plans, you think it will work?"

Pausing a moment, he knew it wouldn't, finally he said "No, isn't that why we are still in the testing stage? you never know if you don't try it out. Just cross the wires and change the flow of the current and it may recharge the power that it used up. It is a better possibilty of working then it did before Paul." Paul nodded and left the two alone, putting a shoulder over his partner. Gaster watched as they made their way to the testing room before turning back to Alphys. "One of two things is going to happen...one we will have to start over due to their battery exploading or two the power outlit will just sizzle up and die out completley..for what they asking for the use of magic will help greatly." Sighing a little again.

[User]
Alphys sat in silence, and almost perfectly still were it not for the way she nervously fidgeted with her own claws, as Paul approached Gaster and the two of them engaged in a brief conversation. Once he was safely out of earshot, Alphys started breathing again.

"M-maybe it'd be, um, not that I'd suggest going behind their, um, backs, but maybe, we m-make it right, and then let them have a g-go at reverse engineering it. L-like in this one episode, they couldn't work out how to get past the alien force barrier and then one of their fighters crashes in the desert and then they took it apart and their lead scientist has this bit where he finally notices the frequencies in the alien engine resonate with the force barrier and he also realises his feelings for the half-alien fighter pilot and then they make their own missile that can resonate at the correct frequency and then in the next series the half-alien fighter pilot..."

She blinks, and pauses in her rather long-winded and spoiler heavy explanation (that barely explained anything save for the plot of the first series of Star Saga 3030), to look over towards the testing room. She didn't want to meet Gaster's gaze, or even look up at him, because she could imagine how he might be looking at her right now. Suffice to say, in her imagination, it wasn't a good look.

"...well, um, so, c-can we go watch it explode?"

[Assistant]
Half smirked as she started talking about Anime and started to make absulutly no sense to him whatsoever. He had expected this, has grown used to her obsession of anime by now. "Come on, I honestly hope it wont explode to be perfectly honest. I'd hate to start this project from scratch while taking orders from them, and if it does explode then I will get the blame for this by the boss of this place. Then again, if their battery does go boom, then with a bit of luck we can start a new project though I doupt that."

Leading the way over, looking down through the glass down in the testing room. Folding his arms he watched as Paul and the other human he failed to remember the name of started the battery, using it to power up a small computer. Things seemed to be working well at first but then the newly build battery started to smoke before finally true to Gaster's word it did indeed explode.

"You better get back to your desk, I'm going to get an earful when the man in charge finds out who's idea all that was." Gaster watched as they left the testing room and turned in the direction of where the one in charge had his office.

[User]
Alphys watched the portable, reusable power source explode from behind the safety of the reinforced glass; it wasn't a particularly impressive explosion, but there were bits of battery scattered all over the testing room floor and a cloud of smoke hung in the air. As the scientists filed out of the testing room to file a report to their superiors, Alphys ran back over to her desk, clambered up on to her chair, and tried very hard indeed to act like she was working.

After a few seconds of pretending to work, she looked back over to Gaster.

"W-w-well, if the battery won't work, a-and they move us on to a new p-project, perhaps, um, we c-can make something that's supposed to explode? Like, um, one of these," Alphys carefully pulled out one piece of paper from a teetering stack of them on her desk and laid it out. The paper was covered with designs that looked suspiciously like underwater mines, the paper itself was titled A System For Distributing Culinary Sauces, and various doodles of different monsters were dotted about the edges of the paper.

[Assistant] @Overlord24 sans eyes flickered out as chara said that he was trying his hardest to stay calm. Sans was visibly sweating. He only nodded to frisks question in response.

[User] Lies stood by a river. His father took him here once as a child. He sighed at that memory, before sitting under an apple tree. As far as he knew, nobody else had come. It was at the foot of Mt. Ebott, which was enough to keep most away. He'd also made it a bit hidden, digging up a bush and making a makeshift wall from them. He sighed, and sipped from a cup of black coffee. He could spend all day here.

[Assistant] Chara chuckles and sticks out her tongue playfully. "So Sans. Will you be joining us at the river? You look like you could use a bone chilling dip," They say chuckling giving him an intimidating grin.

[User] "sure" sans said quietly having a mental conversation with himself. He was still afraid of frisk undoing everything.

[Assistant] Chara softly chuckles and sticks her tongue out at him before finishing up the chocolate bar she was eating, "Heheh Oh sans. You shouls be afraid of Frisk resetting because I'm back around."

[User] ignored chara as he was still thinking to himself. He was also wondering how chara even came back anyway.

[Assistant]
Chara then lays on the ground bored has they waited for Frisk to finish up her petty conversation with the human trash so that they could leave already she huffs and looks up at Frisk, "Dear Asgore I'm bored! Frisk can we leave already! Let's ditch that Human trash ling already!"

Frisk just ignores Chara and continues on with her conversation.

[User] "how did you come back chara?" Sans asked eventually. He was genuinely curious.

[Assistant] Chara sits up and closes her eyes trying to remember how they did come back because they honestly didn't know. "Ummm good question Sans... I actually don't know... I was just here one day following Frisk around but of course I stayed silent and Frisk didn't notice me. But I think it was just maybe 3 months ago did I actually start talking and showing physically slightly... I think it has to do with her Love for living with the monster of the surface and stuff," They tried to explain even though most of it came out has a mumble but could still be heard by Sans.

[User] "heh ok then well are we gonna go to the lake?" Sans asked standing up. He was still curious but oh well time and a place.

[Assistant]
Offering a smile down to her "We dont have much of a say in what we do here. Remember, the humans are in charge and we agreed to work for them to help them." His name was called angerily from the distance. Paul with the other two was looking at him. Gaster sighed and braced himself making his way over. The other two went their way leaving him with Paul. "My office....now!"

Paul sat down in his office behind his desk looking up at Gaster "because of you the whole thing blew up!! they said you made changes to the plans, thought it be an idea to cross the wires!! This isn't the first time either, well I had it! I want you and your dinosaur friend to leave!" Gaster had expected to get told off but to get 'fired' as well was something he didn't expect though he wasn't 100% sorry he was leaving. Without a word to Paul he walked out of the office closing the door behind him.

Making his way back over to Alphys still in a somewhat good mood he spoke to Alphys "We're off the programme. I guess the boss has had it with me changing things and he wants you gone as well. Anti monster all over gain, I say no real loss anyway. Let me know when your ready...Sans and the others might still be home right now." Glancing up at the time.

[User]
"M-me gone too? I, um, should... hold on, let me get things tidied up," Alphys looked at her rather cluttered and messy desk, then shoved everything off of it, sending papers and discarded candy wrappers and the other detritus that had accrued on her desk onto the floor. Feeling particularly proud of herself and this rather petty and inconsequential act of rebellion, she smiled up at Gaster.

"Done!"

She glanced at the mess on the floor.

"W-w-we ought to get going."

[Assistant]
@Hylozoist@The1Rolling1Boy

Chuckling at Alphys a little putting his hand on her shoulder and teleporting back to his house with Alphys. Looking around he saw Frisk was still present with Sans as well as the human. Letting go of Alphys with a nod he made his way over to the others. "Seems I am back earlier than planned, though that means I have more free time on my hands now. Seems I altered things too much in seeing what works and what does not work too much and they dont like it when things don't work out." Half shrugging as he was just happy enough to be back.

[User] "welcome back g" sans said as he looked over seeing alphys. "Sup alph" sans said waving slightly.

[Assistant]
@The1Rolling1Boy @Overlord24

"Hey, Sans," Alphys stepped a little out from behind Gaster, her claws buried deep in her lab-coat pockets, as if she was trying really hard to seem nonchalant about the whole getting-fired-and-running-away thing. "And, um, hey, everyone. Hope we're not interrupting your..." she sniffed at the air curiously, before trying to hazard a guess about what the smell of burnt food was supposed to be "...spaghetti?"

[User] "your not interrupting anything we all actually where gonna go to the lake." Sans said as he looked up at the clock on the wall. "We should get going if we're."

[Assistant]
@Blueflame
Frisk shakes her head and smiles cheerfully. "Actually it's a river that runs into a lake. I think the rain water runoff made it and its the river bottom is so smooth and slippery," Frisk signs out and giggles, "Sans right, though. Alphys, Gaster do you wanna join? You might has well since yiu got off early and all."

[User] "I never knew you were such a keen potamologist," Alphys grinned at Frisk, "so I guess I should come along and help you measure the volumetric flow rate, huh? It'll be a lot of fun, and somebody o-ought to be the responsible one around here making sure you don't get into too much trouble."


[System]
"I make the finest steel"

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◾ Name:
Tiras Sky-The bastard blacksmith

◾ Age:
18

◾ Gender:
Male

◾ Sexuality:
Heterosexual

◾ Origins:
Unknown-raised in Mount Promonon

◾ Residence:
Hyland's keep

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◾ Loyal ◾ Outsider ◾Honest◾Short tempered ◾

◾ Personality:
Tiras is passionate about black smithing and an honest man. However, his short temper gives him the reputation of one not to short hand. He is not one to speak loudly unless enraged or, if one were to get close enough, emotional. He is rather average in smartness, but quick enough to survive. He is kind to those that earn his friendship and respect, which is not many. He is often silent, speaking only occasionally...the feeling of being an outsider shaped that quirk.

◾ Role & Career:
Tiras is the royal blacksmith. He does work for lords and ladies along with his own family. If one can get enough money, then he will create a piece for those not of royal blood.

◾ Hobbies & Interests:
-Black smithing
-Reading
-Falconry
-Horseback riding
-Jousting

◾ Likes & Dislikes:
-He enjoys being outdoors around animals and the open air
-He enjoys molding steel and other metals into other things
-He enjoys participating in jousts along with watching. (He has gotten quite good)
-He dislikes being lied to
-He hates cruelty toward animals
-He hates being short handed for his work

◾ Other:
-He owns a falcon who is often seen without a cover. This is odd and can be attributed to him training the bird well
-He is quite tall at 6 foot 1
-He tends to wear all black. Forgoing any colors and usually the attire is somewhere between Royal and blacksmith. He does have a ring with the house symbol on it. This allows him to be treated a bit better in some places.
-When he enters the mind of his fox his eyes change from green to a feral amber.
-His fox is named kit since the fox has a very puppy like personality.
-Kit weighs 30 pounds and is more then capable of using weight to his advantage....and teeth.

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◾ Family Members:
-Edwin Hyland
-Juliana Hyland
-Maria Sky

◾ Biography:
Tiras' beginning is not fully known. He was brought home with his sister by his father from travels and does not know whom his mother is. It is rumored that his mother is a lady of the desert.
He was raised alongside his family, treated not quite like a royal, but not quite like a regular towns person especially since he was living with the royals. He did not have to learn the same exact things the rest of his family did, but sought out books of history, archery, falconry, and black smithing. He particularly found a knack for training animals and black smithing. His unusual ease around animals was perceived as odd, but Tiras and others did not think much of it.
When Tiras was 10 years of age, he found a reddish fox kit. It seemed that it was either abandoned or the mother had died. Tiras took the kit in and raised it with the help of his sister. He felt an odd bond form with it and discovered a few months later that he was having dreams typical of a warg. Not long after that, he figured out that he could enter his fox's mind and control him. He kept his abilities secret, but is never seen apart from the fox. His sister had found out about the ability when they were young, but she has kept the secret.
Many assume the fox is always there due to Tiras not having many friends, so he has the fox and that works just fine for him.
He was trained to blacksmith by the previous Royal blacksmith and since their death has taken over that role.

[User]
Lady Grey Coulbourne

Lady Grey Coulbourne had been sent to the capitol to represent House Coulbourne of Vaernin Forest at the Princess Madeline's coming of age festival. As she was a daughter and not a son, disgraced within the forest, and not even the first born child of the house, this had not been meant as a polite gesture. But at least she wasn't the only person being used by her family as an insult – instead of sending one of her brothers, her distant cousin, Nyle, was being submitted to the tourney for the princess' hand. The people of the forest had never thought much of the Ainsworths' so called 'divine right' to rule. They made it known at every opportunity.

But whatever her family thought of their's, Grey couldn't help but be awed at the sheer scope of the festival. It was a rare occasion that she left the forest boundary (there was a pang in her chest at that – she was being sent away from her home, her family, her girls) and she took in each new sight with a breathless sort of wonder. How the sunlight shined on the city, unfiltered by a forest canopy. How cobblestone wrapped around buildings and covered the earth. The multitude of colors and smells and people crowding around, all reveling in the festivities.

It almost made it worth suffering through several hours of servants dressing her in a tight, heavy, restrictive forest green gown, and tugging and pulling at her hair until long, wild curls were forced into an intricate series of braids and knots at the nape of her neck.

Nothing was worth the guard breathing down her neck, though.

Lord and Lady Coulbourne knew their daughter. The guard, a noble, middle aged man named Sir Jory had been a loyal servant of the family for years. He knew better than to take his eyes off Grey, lest she escape.

And so he ushered her through the gates, past the throngs of people, and to the designated Coulbourne area, bedecked in the blues and greens of her house. The weight of his stare forced her into a lavish seat overlooking to crowd, and he took his position by her side, ramrod straight and the picture of vigilance.

Grey was unimpressed. And restless. If she had to suffer through this, then she at least wanted to be given the chance to enjoy herself and explore. Maybe she'd even find her betrothed. She watched the laughing, happy, excited people milling about, going this way and that. She lasted a whole three minutes of silence.

"Sir Jory," she finally spoke up. The old knight didn't react, but she knew he was listening. "I must relieve myself." She could practically feel his weariness.

"You had ample opportunity before the festivities, my lady, and you will have opportunity after."

"Yes but I didn't have to go before, and I doubt I'll last until after." The old knight remained stil. "You could escort me," she offered, knowing how easy it would be to lose him in the crowd. He, of course, knew this too. He remained still. Grey screwed her mouth to the side in displeasure as she looked at him. Then she schooled her expression into one of wide-eyes sincerity.

"Sir Jory," she said, her voice earnest, "if I am not allowed to relieve myself," she took a pause, waiting for his eyes to meet hers. "I will explode." His eyes snapped forward immediately. Grey had to fight to keep her face straight as she watched color tint his cheeks. "I'll make such a mess in this lovely festival, all over my lovely dress and these lovely people. I imagine your armor will rust after and–"

"As my lady wishes," he finally conceded, cutting off her growing voice. Grey couldn't help the triumphant grin that broke across her face. With a sigh, the guard  waited until she stood from her seat and trotted forward towards the crowd. He followed close behind – but not close enough.

The moment she was in the embrace of the buzzin crowd, she ducked and ran. Grey heard Sir Jory give a spluttered start behind her as he began trying to push people out of the way to follow. But Grey was smaller, younger, and far more agile, even in her heavy gown and pinching shoes. A delighted smile grew on her face as she weaved between festival gowers like they were clustered trees in the forest. She glanced over her shoulder to see if she'd lost her guard–

Only to run straight into something tall and hard. Grey stumbled back with an oof! and looked up to see a tall, handsome man, fair skinned, dark hair, and with the most striking blue eyes. She was stunned for a moment from the impact before glancing over her shoulder again to see Sir Jory looking this way and that. The she grabbed the tall man's wrist and tugged him behind a wide, marble pillar.

Grey pressed her back against it, a breathless laugh escaping her. She looked up at the man, smile full of mischief and excitement.

"Could you tell me when he leaves?" she murmured conspiratorially.

[Assistant]
"Why am i here?"  Emerin thought to himself drinking some Ale, it was nice but nothing like they had at Hyland's Keep, too fruity. He spent an hour talking to bumbling fools seeking his approval, since his Brother was sick he was forced to attend the Princess' nameday, hopefully his Nephews were here for the tournament later so he could talk to somebody not wanting to kiss his boots.

Suddenly he felt an bump and looked down to see a woman lying on the floor, before words were exchanged she got up and dragged Emerin behind a white pillar, she looked at him and smiled with mischief in her dazzling eyes,  "could you tell me when he leaves?" .

Emerin wondered who she was talking about and if in fact she wasn't deluded, but he looked round to see an old Knight looking distressed as if searching for something that was lost. He ran into the crowd with an expression of fear in his eyes and face.

Emerin looked at the mysterious woman in her beautiful dress and elegant braids and raised his eyebrows.  "Ok He's gone m'lady, now why were you trying to escape from him my dear and don't spare me any details or i shall call the old sod back."  Emerin looked at the woman with both intrigue and excitement, it looks like he is going to have fun.

[User]
Tiras made his joinery on the back of his grey dapple destrier. He found no need for a saddle, rather he had a blanket there. The other oddity was the leather halter that seemed to be lacking a bit. The horse itself was large with a mean look that seemed to date a hand to get to close to its mouth. Yet, with Tiras the horse seemed subdued. Even with the fox known as kit occasionally weaving between the four legs of the massive beast, it did not react in a bad manner.

Tiras himself was clad in all black with the most color coming from the ring with two of the house symbol holding a yellow stone to signify his family. on his hips were two finely crafted swords with black leather hilts and on his shoulder sat his falcon. A black and white bird whom was known to be excellent at hunting. When he reached his destination, the falcon took to the skies headed to the roost while he dismounted. A servant came to take his horse, but after he was almost kicked and bite let Tiras take the horse to the stables.

He walked to the collective masses with Kit beside him...a collar with embroidered Falcons on it to show whom he belongs to. As the mass got larger, it was clear people sensed something was not quite right with him and he found himself being given plenty of space. In his hand was a cloth bag with the gift for the princess he made. He felt it would be good to show his craft and present something for the lady.

After the mass made its way inside, he too followed making his way to where he was to be with the red fox trotting beside him like a shadow.