[System]
Age: 25

Race: Prith

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Other than her large, black, beetle head, like most prith have, Arusi is rather plain. Neither too fat, skinny, tall, or short. She's exceedingly average, taking after her father, especially when compared to the ethereal beauties that are her mother and sisters.

Arusi wears a simple white linen dress that falls to her mid-calf and a dark red cowl. For shoes a simple pair of work sandals have always sufficed. The only extravagant parts of her ensemble are the jeweled bracelets and necklaces she wears. Glittering in the sun with all manner of metals and stones, Arusi has a weak spot for jewelry in any form.

Backstory: Arusi's family hails from a village close to the cursed sands of Kahltofal. There they would have remained if not for her father and how he "borrowed" the Caliph's favorite horse. Their flight took them to Fireside, where they settled in. That was two years ago.

Now Arusi works as a potter, much like she did before. Unfortunately all her funds are being siphoned away by the expensive habits of her mother and sisters or to bail her father out of jail once again. Maybe her father will clean up his act and maybe her sisters can finally find someone else to provide for them, but frankly Arusi isn't going to hold her breath. No, she's just about ready to give up on all of them.

Aspirations or Desires: To do something worthwhile with her family name.

Skills prior to adventuring: Arusi is a potter and has been for as long as she can remember.

Personality: Arusi is a real Type A personality and planner. Everything has an end-goal and contributes to the whole. Frustrations don't cause her to despair, they cause her to rage. She's also fairly loyal and bull-headed (that was a terrible joke and I apologize), causing her to put up with the ridiculousness of those she cares about for far longer than is probably healthy. Last, but not least, she tends to slip into the Kahl language when he gets excited or flustered.

[User] Arthur looked at the outrageously high price that the merchant gave him for the map. "I, uh, think I'll try my luck at bidding. One coin, please." Arthur quickly turned around, looking at the people around him. He hoped to whatever cosmic being of fate that existed, that no one would be interested in the map. His eyes were practically begging for no one to step forward. Oh, please. Oh, please. Oh, please. Don't let anyone bid against me. I need this. His expression quickly changed to that of fury as a few nearby shoppers came closer. I swear on all the gorgeous women of the world if you even think of it, I'll pull your own arm off and shove it down your throat. His new expression actually got a few would-have-been customers to back down, while the rest gave the idea of purchasing the, possibly fake, map a few moments of consideration.

[Assistant]
I used Afrikaans and Google Translate for the other language Arusi speaks. If someone can come up with a more elegant solution to displaying it, I'm all ears.

"Wat de hel is verkeerd met jou ?!" she shouted at her father through the bars, the cell door rattling as she shook with rage. "Dobbel helder oordag ? Jy het om te weet dat dit sou gebeur !"

It was the third time this month. Behind all the anger, that was the thought that filled Arusi's head. Paying off Geldin's bail had cost her one whole month of toil and trouble, so far. Paying this one would mean their finances would be shot. Along with Nontle, Kunto, and Deka, she would be out on the street and starving soon.

"You know how they lie Arusi, the people of this town," Geldin approached cautiously, his mandibles twitching as he wondered if his stronger daughter would try to lunge at him through the bars, like last time. "They just want to keep us poor and licking their boots. Wees kalm my kosbaar ..."

"No... We're done here father. I'm already late for the market. I'm going to sell some pots and try to convince myself that I even want you out again."
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All she could think about was the way Geldin had called after her. Now that she'd had some time to cool off, Arusi knew that Geldin was afraid. Always afraid. As much as she wanted to deny it, Geldin loved his family. Every theft, scheme, and con was designed to gain a little bit of security for the future.

The real question was what to do now? No one was buying any of her pottery, not while the stranger with the map was putting on his show. She'd also made the mistake of setting up shop near Rook and his little helping hand. Now the little twerp's luck was rubbing off on her.

Despite this, an idea started to form. The map was the prize of the day. If she could get wrangle it into her possession, then maybe she could generate some interest in her stall and even sell off the map later for a profit. The Backpackers had a thing for maps, she could probably sell it to one of them. So with the last two gold coins to her name, she called Arthur's bluff.

"I bid two gold to his one."

[User] Amon watched the strange creature for a moment , unsure how to react to his strange antics, but his attention was quickly grabbed as the bidding seemed to be starting, he wasn't to worried about the bard, Amon barely knew of him, and if he had yet to make a name for himself as a performer, Amon doubted he'd put up too much opposition. He did however start to worry as the pottery merchant chimed in. If one merchant started bidding, others stall owners may yet smell an opportunity, and it could quickly snowball from there. He sighed as he grabbed his hat back from the stall and donning it, winking at Rook before rising on his coils, putting himself a good foot above the others in the crowd and raising his hat to gain the merchants attention, adorning a false bravado, "Ha, I see her two coins and offer my five in their place," he yelled, making a bit of a spectacle of it. It was a bit of a cruel tactic he knew, jumping the offer like that, but he knew these bidding wars could go badly if you couldn't scare off the competition early.

[Assistant] Hargh now stopped banging his pot and stood up he looked away from the snake man and diverted his eyes to the map. Suddenly Hargh's eyes lit up life dragon's fire and he waddled straight up to the merchant. Hargh stared up at the merchant for a moment with his eyes as wide as saucers and slowly and shakily offered up his pot to the merchant then with the other hand he offered up his stick to the merchant, bidding the only two items that were of value to him to the man.

[User]
Vella watched as the bid war continued. So far it hadn't gone very high. A measly 5 coins. There was even some odd hand creature thing that looked like it was trying to place a bid by using a pot and a stick for currency. She gave it a moment's thought, wondering if she could get it and then sell it to some poor sucker for some profit. Even if the map was legit and there was indeed treasure at the end of it, she had no need nor want to follow it. And, she did just get paid for a job. Not like she had much to spend the money on besides herbs and food and whatnot.

"10 coins," Vella said, raising her voice to make it audible.

[Assistant] Arthur stood dumbstruck as now several others joined the bid. No. Why? It was going to be mine. He watched as a few surrounding merchants joined the bid, before a strange hand-like creature joined in with his pot and stick. A woman joined in with ten coins, almost making Arthur laugh. As if ten measly coins could contend with a pot and stick that magnificent. He gave a defeated sigh and looked down at the lute in his hands, then he looked back up at the merchant. No, not unless there's no other choice. Arthur grabbed his coin purse and held it up for all to see. "23 gold coins!" he shouted. It was all the money he had. If this wasn't enough then he'd have only one other choice.

[User]
Just like that she was shut out of the bidding war. It seemed like she'd also opened the floodgates and been drowned. Even Vella and the little hand thing were joining in. Though Arthur had bet a ludicrous amount for a map that no one could confirm was genuine, she knew it was pointless. That pansy Amon had entered the contest and could outbid them all. Well, maybe.

She still had her pottery. If she was being honest, it was all worth about 30 gold. If she was being dishonest then it was worth 50. But like before, there was no way to know the map was genuine. No, she decided to shush and watch the proceedings.

[Assistant]
Amon let out a bark of laughter as the war picked up, enjoying himself, the calm and apathetic demeanor gone to the wayside now that he was on a battlefield he had lived on since birth. He had seen the merchant eyeing the pot the little creature had offered, seeming genuinely interested. Ahhh apparently it's true, all that glitters isn't gold, especially in the eyes of what was at least an eccentric if not crazed man.

 Amon shook his head, trying to talk himself out of his next move. He didn't even know if this was the true map, hell he was even sure there was a true map. However each time he managed to talk himself out of it, he saw the faces of his family, the sneering,g of his brothers and sister as they tore apart the family name and business, his mother's voice saying it was to dangerous for such a sickly child, his father looking at him with disgust as all he saw was some diseased shell looking for a hand out. Those eyes he saw everyday, that contempt he felt even when his father was away on trips.
 He could feel a determination, a stubbornness welling up he was going to prove them wrong, he was going to be the face of the Shukal family, HE WAS GOING

"250 COINS"

To have to get out of town soon. Horror covered his face as he heard the what had just left his mouth. His brothers and sisters were going to kill him, and that was if he was lucky and his father didn't find out first.

[User]
Rook

Rook gasped in awe as Amon placed his second bid, the absolutely exorbitant amount of money being bid being enough for the little guy to fall on his butt and say: "M-Mr. Shukal! Y-Y-You ca..."

Sketchy Merchant

The Merchant's eyes grew absolutely massive; he'd never expected someone would actually pay that much for that map,and he ESPECIALLY didn't expect the jump from that masterwork pot from the triple-handed man, to a small fortune. Holding the map up, he called out: GOING ONCE TO THE SNAKE MAN WITH NICE HAIR...GOING TWICE TO THE SNAKE MAN WITH NICE HAIR...

At this point, no one dared to try and outbid Amon. Most of the townsfolk thought he was either insane, or just foolish. Or he had the coin to burn and just wanted people to watch.

Back to Rook

Rook gulped as he stood back up, shakily poking Amon. "Y-You can't...i-i-it could be a fake! If the Master finds out, it'll be the end of you!" he said, legs trembling, ears trembling, arms trembling, fucking EVERYTHING ON HIM trembling.

[Assistant] Argh stayed indifferent towards the large sum of money, his face still full of hope. The little creature didn't realize that there was likely nothing he could offer to out bid the snake but he still tried. In addition to his pot and stick he now offered up the measly sum of 3 coins, the pot, the stick and now his loin cloth which he held up to the merchant revealing absolutely nothing underneath oddly enough.

[User]
Llhora Revinas

Llhora came back from her hunt with her three brothers as the group of hunters came back with Deer and Rabbits this morning to return to their father who would later later butcher the sell the meat. The misty, cool morning brought together a pleasant sense of relaxing and labor as the relaxing morning was slow and adequately paced for the hunt, perfect for Llhora and her brothers. But while passing through town, the men and women strangely attracted their attention towards the center part of the town near the marketplace of Fireside. Nobody in their right minds would normally be up this early, not with this many people. So after Llhora and her brothers dropped their hunt off for their father she followed the people who eventually led to where the commotion was gathered. She looked over yonder to see what exactly the fuss was about, climbing over several stacks of hay to see the marketplace and in the center a ragged merchant was holding a map for auction as buyers attempted to fix a reasonable price for the map.

As the crowed softly talked among themselves to arrange prices and Llhora couldn't help but feel entertained that so many people would exaggerate and spend so much effort and/or money just for one map. This however, this was not 'just one map', this was none other than a map which supposedly led to great treasures and that only so few have dared to travel this far according to the merchant. This particularly caught the attention of many aspiring adventurers who wanted both a taste of both adventure and what riches came with it. This is what singularly her attention too as she always dreamed of having an adventure beyond Fireside, the home she had always been attached to nearly all of her life. But how could she be so sure that the map is in fact as accurate as the merchant said it was? Was it even true and was there and treasure at all? Was it worth either the money or the risk? One person even offered a pot and a stick and Llhora soon thought of her options and waited to see what would happen among the buyers.

[Assistant] Vella's eyes widened in shock at the latest bid. 250 coins?! That's outrageous, Vella thought. However, it was perhaps a great move to do, as it seemed that no one wanted to place a bid higher than that. Vella was fairly sure that the map wasn't even worth that much. Oh well, might as well see who else will contend, she thought as she took one step backward, continuing to watch. Perhaps something would happen, or the large bidder would win the map. Only time would tell.

[User]
"Ek kan nie glo jy het dit gedoen ..."

That was the most shocking thing she'd ever seen. It was like two wagons crashing into each other full bore. She couldn't take her eyes off the carnage of someone ruining their life.


[System]
Age: 12

Appearance:

Personality: He is very calm in situations where everyone is panicking and doesn't scare easily. His short temper is something to be wary of, his calmly dementor workshop away if you push the right buttons. He tells things like they are, even if it means losing a friend or having a grade drop. He's a pretty laid back person considering the fact that he's easier to anger. He would rather die than be disloyal to anyone, even a complete stranger. He prefers to stay inside and read, but if forced to do something he will do it to the best of his ability.

History: His mother died a few weeks after giving birth to his younger brother. His father had a difficult time paying for the family and ended up marrying a rich widow, who later killed his brother in a car wreck. Upset with his father for not divorcing the woman after she had been sent to prison for murder, he ran away from home at age seven. He avoided heavily populated places, trying desperately to avoid his father, afraid that both parents would hate him and he would have a fate similar to his brother's. He lived off of dumpster scraps and the occasional sqirrel, but never complained about his meal or his hole filled shoes. He was always foraging, whether it was for shoes or a meal. He ended up living in a flipped over train car before receiving his letter at age 12, which made him smile for the first time in years. After receiving the letter he rushed to make sure he had everything. He had what he needed, all but a decent pair of shoes.

Blood Status: Half-blood

Wand: 10 inches, Cedar, Thestral tail hair.

Pet: Veil the Rat

[User]
Bishop leaned against the window, and Veil's white head poked out from his pocket. He glanced at the owl, and seeing very little hostility towards his pocket, Bishop relaxed and let Veil explore the seat.

"What houses do you guys want to get in?" He asked while simultaneously watching over Veil. "I'm hoping for either Ravenclaw or Slytherin." Bishop worked on making the air in the train car less awkward, even though he would glare at Hayes's owl every few minutes.

@TheHangedMan

[Assistant]
@SouffleGirl123 @Weird Tales @BlackPanther
Brynn looked over at the door, settling on the boa underneath the tall boys chin. "Hello there!" She squeaked, eyeing the snake. She loved reptiles, snakes were some of the best. Snakes as a matter of fact were one of her favorite animals, right after frogs and lizards. The new boy's snake was like none she'd seen before, and as every thing she'd seen from the moment she'd gotten the letter, she wondered if it was a magic snake. She dearly hoped magic snakes were real, she had hopes that everything was magic. Magic trains, magic food, magic people who she was talking to.

She smiled up to the boy. "I uh..I think there's room beside me, I'm Brynn by the way." She said.

[User] Karen recovered quickly, having said her piece, and turned to Bishop. Pausing for a moment, Karen realized she has never really considered what House she wanted to be a part of; she knew what she wanted when she got to Hogwarts - that ultimately being Head Girl, Prefect, and Special Awardee, however everything in-between was somewhat of a blur for her. She took a few seconds to consider her answer, and came to a conclusion: "I suppose my hopes are the same as yours. Ravenclaw or Slytherin would be nice, though I admit I am more partial towards Ravenclaw, as of the moment. It's not for the stigma that each House has, mind you, but the kind of people I think I would be more comfortable surrounded by."

[Assistant]
@Dutchess Sarah
Jay smiles at both girls and sits next to Bryn since she invited him to. Before he sits fully though, he sits forward some allowing for Jewel to unwind from around his waist and slowly slither out of his sweater from the neck. Once her full two foot self was out of the sweater she coils up in Jay's lap and looks quite content. Jay with a small chuckle at his snake sits back and gives his full attention to the other people in the compartment. "Thank you, Her name is Jewel and I assure you she is no threat. Especially in the cold." Referring to the snake who is still coiled up contently. The snake seemed pleased with the compliment from Lavender... which is somewhat odd for a snake to be so expressive. Probably due to being the only surviving hatchling from his father's now deceased snake who was known to be able to understand regular speech. Not just Parseltongue."My name is Jaylon, but please call me Jay" He beams at them as he gently pets the snake. He is a bit overly proper with his verbiage,but that can be blamed on his aunt who taught him to be polite with people he doesn't know yet. When he is closer with others though he will become a bit more relaxed and fun.

@Weird Tales

[User]
Isaak was glad to see the treat trolley come by and he used some of his allowance to buy a good amount of treats eat and share around. He nodded in agreement with Brynn's response to Lavender's question and bit into a liquorice wand. He was about to speak up when the compartment door opened and another boy came in asking if there was still room. What caught Isaak's eye first was the boy's pet snake, this kid has to be a Slytherin with a pet like that. Pet snakes were a rare thing for students at Hogwarts at least that's what he had heard. Perun would also be a rare kind of pet to bring too and he wondered how the other houses would react to someone bringing a symbol of the Slytherin house into their common room.

"I don't mind if everyone doesn't" he said to him. Puren eyed the serpent guardedly and Isaak knew that the reptile had the ferret on edge a bit. He stroked his pet's neck and back a bit to calm him down and relax, the last thing Isaak wanted was for there to be a fight between student pets. Isaak almost laughed at Lavender asking if the pet was safe, if i has been allowed at Hogwarts then I would assume so, he thought to himself amused.

"Hello, my name is Isaak Boyers. That's a very interesting pet you have there, I will assume that you'll also be joining Slytherin like me" Isaak said with a smile.

@SouffleGirl123 @Weird Tales @BlackPanther @Dutchess Sarah

[Assistant]
@SouffleGirl123 @Weird Tales @Dutchess Sarah
Jay gives an awkward smile and shrugs. "It is actually a toss up for me" He tilts his head. "My mother was a gryffindor and my father was a slytherin so really it could go either way" He beams and shrugs. "My uncle is voting for slytherin and my aunt for gryffindor and I have a feeling they have already bet on it." Small chuckle as he looks at the others. "Any house favored for the rest of you?" One of his sleeves falls down causing him to high and roll it back up. He didn't hate the over sized clothing, but he wished they could fit just a tiny bit better. He doesn't complain though since it does give room for Jewel to curl up.
Jewel doesn't seem to notice the other animals in the compartment. Either that, or she doesn't want to cause trouble. At least she is remaining calm due to the cold.

[User]
Lavender rolled her eyes and hoped this wouldn't lead to another "my house is better than your house" discussion.
She'd only been a conscious part of the wizarding world for a few hours, and she was already getting fed up with this class struggle. Apparently muggles and wizards weren't that different after all.
She shrugged and said "My dad was in Hufflepuff, my mother in Ravenclaw. I have no preference, really. I'm just going to trust that whoever or whatever sorts us into our houses knows what they are doing."She smiled at Jay and gazed at the snake in the boy's lap. "That really is a beauty. Her name suits her. She sparkles like a jewel." She turned to April, who had become restless in her cage when the snake had revealed itself. She put one finger through the bars and stroked the bird's head while reaching for her last cauldron cake with her other hand. As she struggled to open the package, the bird recognized the cake and nipped at her finger. Lavender quickly pulled back her hand and offered the bird another piece of cake. April glanced at the snake for another few seconds, accepted the food and nibbled it. Lavender smiled and turned her attention back to the conversation around her.

@SouffleGirl123 @Weird Tales @BlackPanther

[Assistant]
Isaak found Jay's explanation of his parents' house dynamics interesting, not many Slytherins and gryffindors got together to form a romantic relationship. At first glance it was always seemed that the two houses hated each other, but rare exceptions were always bound to happen at one point or another.

"Trust me mate you seem like definite choice for Slytherin" he said to him with an air of confidence about him. Isaak's smile widened even more when Jay asked what their house choices were.

"Slytherin for me, house of the ambitious and cunning, for those seeking to be great" Isaak said to Jay and raised his chest in a prideful pose. Talking about his chosen house was fun and Isaak liked the house rivalry, friendly competition was the best way to excel at ones development and goals.

@SouffleGirl123 @Weird Tales @BlackPanther @Dutchess Sarah

[User]
Bishop picked up Veil in his hands and smiled as he watched her nose take in the air of the car.

"I suppose I can understand that. You seem like the kind of person that would die inside if they were stuck with someone below yourself," he spoke, his attitude slightly changing towards Karen. Bishop set Veil down and pet her head with his pointer finger.

"It would be dreadful to be stuck with hundreds of people who you could never truly like."

@Madly33

[Assistant]
Anna-Jayne watched the small group in the compartment, watching the new boy, Jay he had introduced himself, with a kind smile. She watched the snake as she ran a hand done Felix's back.

Before she could fit a word in the small group were on the topic of houses again.
"The only magic person in my family is my grandma but she never said what house she was in. I don't really want Slythein and I don't think I could slip into Hufflepuff well." She replies offering Jay a smile, "I'm Anna-Jayne by the way,"

@SouffleGirl123 @Weird Tales @BlackPanther @Dutchess Sarah

[User]
Karen raised a brow. Bishop seemed slightly different somehow, as though his demeanor had switched into something else, but not anything Karen could pick up. Again she blamed it on her woefully inept social skills; more reason to work on this as soon as possible. Karen did not like not knowing, which was especially true when the knowledge concerned her. She took a few seconds to ponder on her next words, something that could get him to clarify what he meant without coming off as nosy.

 "I don't know of anyone that could bear to be stuck in a situation like that, having no one you could truly be close to, but, well . . . I admit that it is somewhat true," shrugged Karen, her eyes flicking from his face, to the white rat he was petting, "but it also begs the question of what defines 'someone below myself'; and that's a definition even I myself am not sure about, lacking as I am in a social life. What would you consider as 'someone below yourself' Bishop?"

[Assistant] "Well, since my self esteem is lower than the Mariana Trench, I like to think that everyone else is above me," Bishop frowned at Veil and moved his legs closer to his body, careful not to crush the tiny blob of fur. "But if I was someone else, I'd say that anyone I feel that is a lesser human being than me is below me. I believe it to be a matter of opinion, and now that I think about it some, being forced to live with someone you would never get along with would be terrible. But, there are worse things than being hated."

[User]
@SouffleGirl123 @Weird Tales @BlackPanther @Dutchess Sarah
"I think all the houses sound like good places, huffelpuff especially." She said with an air of positivity. They'd already had this conversation, though there was no way Jay could've known that. Past house rivalry the houses offered a vast and interesting history, filled with adventures and headmasters and mistresses. In other words there was a lot to talk about concerning the houses.
Gregory, Brynns frog let out a disgruntled sounding croak, a sound matching it's melting appearance. Brynn gave the frog a loving look before nudging its face with her finger and hushing it. Figuring Gregory needed water or food she returned him to the clear plastic box in her backpack, leaving the top unzipped so he'd have light and cool air.

[Assistant]
Mariana . . . ? Karen wondered about this boy across her. He seemed so resignedly depressed a lot of the time he was speaking. Were kids her age also this forlorn? She hoped not - being surrounded by this kind of dejection en masse would fray upon her mind slowly, like rot fitting itself on a flowers roots.

 "But that's circular logic," Karen pointed out. She paused again, closing her eyes as she tried to recall a particularly difficult word to remember. "Not to mention . . . tau-to-logical. Lesser and below are the same thing, so saying a lesser human is below you is like saying a round circle is circular - it doesn't explain anything."

 Karen paused again. She stared at Bishop silently, contemplatively, trying to imagine him answering her question for the outcome. At last, she spoke: "Actually, this entire conversation is meaningless. There is no lesser and greater among us, so we can't very well answer what we like or dislike using that line of thought. Perhaps we should try a different avenue of approach? Maybe we can discover a better answer looking some place else."

[User]
"Or maybe we could drop the subject completely, I don't know what I'm saying," Bishop refrained from throwing his hands in the air, since Veil was on his shoulder.

"On a happier note, my birthday is in a week," he said with a slight smile. Bishop stretched his legs out again, trying not to be too depressing. "I'm hoping that this year I'll finally have someone to celebrate it with, although I'm not sure if I can make a good enough friend in a week. Maybe... you'd like to come?" Bishop asked, hope filling his mismatched eyes.


[System]
Male | 15 y/o | 5'8 | 121/1165 lbs

Personality

Though he has a resting bitch face and a cynic's sneer for a smile, Kouki certainly wished he were more extroverted than he currently was. Having spent middle school with the unearned reputation of a truant delinquent who habitually stares down teachers and being subsequently ostracized by his peers as a result, his social skills are moot, and his friend circle exists only outside of school. He keeps quiet and keeps to himself, too shy to strike up conversation with a stranger but too self-conscious to admit to wanting to join up with a group in the off-chance that he is invited to anything. And even if he does accept an invitation somewhere, at some time, Kouki's bad habit of overthinking everything often ends up with him just not showing up at the end, citing some bullshit excuse to not show up.

What's worse though? That by the end of middle school, he's become comfortable being with himself, and even though he wants to become more outgoing, more social, he's also fine with not becoming so. With one exception, of course…
Background

A baby boy born with an extra hole above his butt would have been cause for concern in any other era except the era of mutants. As such, it was just an incredibly embarrassing fact to talk or even think about as he grew up. Having weird eyes or big hands was one thing, but having an extra butthole that leaked white stuff if he didn't stay focused? Eugh, no please. Didn't help that his parents were the loving, spoiling type either, seeing Kouki's solemn, grim expression as reasons to excessively praise his "extra hole" in a bid to raise his self-esteem. He was mature as a child, as mature as a precocious, lonely brat could be, but even though he could understand why his parents were that way, Kouki wasn't going to be any happier with that sorta praise too.

Thus, his frown grew. Thus, he withdrew further into himself. Thus, by the time he got to middle school, Kouki's attitude was already fixed in place, staring down others with a cold expression, his scrambled thoughts never moving fast enough to actually formulate an answer before they assumed his disinterest or disgust and scampered off. Though no one bullied him, most people avoided him too. School festivals were painful. He would slip away from groups and squat at the back of the school buildings, waiting for it to end. School trips were even more so. If he went missing, everyone else in his group would get in trouble too, so he maintained a distance of twenty meters instead, plugging his ears with his headphones so they wouldn't feel any obligation to converse.

His middle school life wasn't devoid of social interaction though. Kouki found places and people who didn't know of his baggage by slipping into the backdoors of night clubs. Though it rarely went beyond a couple of words, dancing was fun. He really got into it, even, clearing out the basement of his house so he had space to practice by himself. It was fun. It was enjoyable. It kept him alive.
But Kouki did not go to a high school with a dance club. He applied and was accepted into a hero course for a local high school instead. His parents questioned him about it, of course, and after twenty minutes of emotionlessly freaking out over how to answer, if he even could answer, the youth spoke two words.

"For love."

Then he immediately self-combusted from embarrassment.
Quirk - Quicksilver
Mutant-Type

Kouki produces a silvery-white liquid metal within a hole positioned over his tailbone at a rate of about six milliliters per day. After being alive for fifteen years, he has about 35 liters of this curious metal, which, when kept inside his body, increases his weight by 474 kg (1044 lbs), exhibiting a density similar to that of mercury, though without any of the toxicity. Acting as an extension of his own body, Kouki's Quicksilver can take an array of imagined forms and can alter itself to heat up, cool down, or become magnetic. Though it takes time to make these alterations upon his material, the movement of his Quicksilver itself is fairly effortless for Kouki: so long as it remains within twenty meters of himself, Quicksilver moves as fast as any other limb of his, floats in defiance of gravity, and appears to have enough 'strength' to sustain 40 kg for each 1 liter of Quicksilver used, capping out at 1400 kg. This speed lowers past the twenty meter point, until the metal becomes wholly inert at the fifty meter point. Though Kouki cannot feel through his Quicksilver, he is able to sense when others interact with it; if he's not actively maintaining a form, the liquid metal has a consistency similar to putty.

Though Quicksilver cannot be destroyed, it can certainly be lost. Complex alterations will lead to headaches and nosebleeds, and potent disruptions will cause the Quicksilver to become a formless blob once more. Due to lack of opportunities to be rendered unconscious through violent means, it's unknown how Quicksilver responds in such situations.

[User]
Alice Nova

The impression of a cheerful girl that Saki seemed intent on keeping up would stay on Alice's mind throughout their conversation. It seemed genuine in nature and was almost heartwarming to see. Or rather, those were the observations that Alice had made from the first interaction the two of them shared. Suffice to say it was nowhere near enough to be a proper introduction.
However, more intriguingly, Saki really seemed to be some kind of computer-like being, considering how there was wifi coming out of her, supposedly. That raised a whole bunch of questions! Does she have to pay an internet provider? How does she set the name and password? Was the wifi any good? Questions she'd be sure to ask later... should she be bothered to do so.

Saki pointed at Alice's hair which she deemed "bedhair". To be fair, it was an adequate judgement to make should one not be familiar with Alice's quirk but the owlgirl couldn't help but chuckle as a result of it because it seemed kind of cute. In actuality, of course, it was nothing like bedhair. Instead, it was a result of her owl quirk's type being the great horned owl for which these outgrows of feathers were typical. In Alice's case, they manifested as outgrowths of differently coloured hair.

"Ah that? Nono that is not bed-hair, but rather-"

Alice was then cut off by the teacher commencing the first class session, which promptly caused Alice to stop talking and focus back on the class, similarly to Saki and all the other students.

One after the other they began introducing themselves and listing their reasons for becoming heroes, or rather, describing the image of a hero in their mind. While Alice did pay attention to what they said, it was quite hard to focus on since she was so tired. Her eyes felt like they would fall shut any moment now... but of course, they wouldn't. Naturally, she had enough willpower to fight through a bit of tiredness..., especially on her first day! First impressions mattered after all.

And with that thought in mind, Alice finally rose as well once she was pointed at by their teacher to introduce herself. Making sure her posture was as excellent as she managed to, Alice politely began speaking.

"My name is Alice Nova. It is my pleasure to meet all of you."

The girl followed this up with a slight and courteous bow forward out of politeness and her own manners.

"A hero represents and fights for true justice. I wish to represent that concept myself one day."

...is what she could think of before sitting down again. Truth be told, her ideals weren't exactly chiseled in stone yet, however, this was a close approximation to how she truly felt. So far Alice just wasn't sure how to properly word it.
After having spoken her introduction the glasses-wearing girl quietly sat down again so that the next person could begin their introduction.

[Assistant]
Acion Nakamiji

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The reunion talk with Kinoko was halted when the teacher, Ms Mako, spoke up, signifying the start of the first day at a hero high school. For a start was the usual activity that Acion was kinda familiar with from having attended a couple of social events back in middle school: icebreaker. A short introduction from everybody in the class and answering one simple yet open question. From his old acquaintance Kinoko, or Donny Yang as he also said in his introduction, to the sleepy looking girl Alice sitting close by the windows, everybody had different ideals and reasons to be a hero just like their different identity, even though most of them are pretty similar. The only odd one out of them were from that girl sitting in that remote corner at the back, whose ideals were pretty...zoomed in. Yeah, heroes are strong, but villains are strong too. But hey, she probably never thought about it before.

Acion was near last. That allowed him to mentally prepare himself a little bit for a short speech. He didn't plan to make this a grand introduction, as that would make him seem like a showoff, but he did want to give the confident first impression on people. Once he was pointed, he stood up firmly, suppressing any non-related thoughts in his mind.

"I am Acion Nakamiji. It's a pleasure to be here with all of you." What was next... "A hero to me is someone who regardless of everything he could lose or gain, does the right thing. And that's what I want to become...do the right thing, so that this world can be a little better for everyone."

Once done, he sat down and deeply exhaled. That went a lot better than he thought. Speaking in front of many people wasn't exactly his specialty after all.

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NOEL

Honestly when Kou reached out to touch the light, Carol withdrew the light and raised another hand stopping him. She literally was about to explain why it wasn't a good idea but then the teacher got everything started. This made Carol snap to attention. Class was starting, ready to learn. Ready to be a hero. She'd talk with Kou later... maybe others too. A deep breath to center herself and the field of energy dissipated, the lights dimmed and she was back to normal.

It was a combination of keeping her eyes on Mako Sensei and then looking to each member of the room in kind. Her notebook, something quite childish designs with stickers on it that said 'Property of Carol Tenebaum' in felt marker, hit the desk and she was writing as fast as she could, giving every face to a name. It helped her remember.

Licorice - Donny Yang
Soap Box - Kouji Majima
Violet - Yukari Yozakura *Friend 1*
Phones - Horiyama Kousuke *Friend 2*
Sigourney Weaver - Dulga Tarata *Def secret badass*
Snooze Button - Junko Kurowai, and incidentally the information of the teacher and her previous villain past made Carol kind of pause as her antlers flashed red for just a second. She wanted to look up the teacher on her phone but considering her turn might come up, thought against it. It was scary, but kind of exciting.
Panda Hood - Hana Saki
Eyebrows - Alice Nova
Cute Angel <3 - Acion Nakamiji

And then as the room was called out, she realized as each talked, they had a bunch of good reasons. Awesome reasons. Better reasons. Her pen stopped as she suddenly came to the realization. Why did she want to be a hero? The finger made it to her in that moment, and she dropped her pen. Her antlers shimmered and flashed with greens reds and purples before she stood up and loudly announced with reddened cheeks. "Hi! I mean- Hi every- everyone." She stammered a little before centering herself. "My name'sh Carol Tenebaum from Alashka, United Shtatesh. A hero ish, a hero ish... well- shuper cool I guessh." She said kind of being a loss for words. "They help people and people love them for it. And, uhh I kind of want that." She began to play with her fingers, her antler lights going crazy. "I mean, I like to help people, and it feelsh good to help people. I love doing it." She realized she was blabbering. She gave a nervous smile before sitting back down. "If that makesh any shenshe."

[Assistant]
The teacher reminded him of a fox. Kouki didn't actually think people like that existed in real life, people who radiated "suspicious person" vibes while stretching their lips up into a fake smile and having their eyes opened only just enough to see a sliver of the world around them, but, well, she was a villain, after all. As class started and she began opening her mouth to speak, the gray-haired youth pulled his headphones off, letting it hang off his neck.

He wished he hadn't. Maybe then he could've just pretended he didn't hear anything.

A self-introduction was fine, but to ask for a topic as heavy as what heroism is? While also going as deeply personal as where their heroic aspirations come from? Good lord, where all teachers here gonna be so direct? It was one thing to tell his parents, but another to tell a total stranger, in a class full of somewhat-strangers. Kouki's eyes settled into a dark glare as he tunneled into himself, hoping Mako would fuss over other students first and give him time to fake his way through questions he hadn't yet thought about. Maybe he could plagiarize?

…

Fuck, he couldn't do it. Except for one person, everyone was either a UA-wannabe or someone whose ideals of heroism stemmed from the purity of wanting to be 'useful' to their nation, or just straight-up both. And that one person who had a different thing to say? They were even more cringe-worthy. They want to be a strong? Had Kouki stepped into another dimension here? No way in hell he could repeat what the others had said with any of the same level of r-

That fox-woman's finger settled onto him, and in that instant, the entire classroom's attention shifted from the cheery, bubbling, cutesy reindeer girl to him. Yep, he really hated it when people pointed.

Seconds passed, tension building up.

Kouki's gaze shifted upwards towards the fox-woman. Like ripping off a bandaid. Like pulling out a thorn. The faster, the better.
He stood up, hands slamming onto his desk as he did so. Rather anger or irritation, it was a cold detachment that emanated from his posture, his body tense with restrained violence.

"Sendachi Kouki."

He sat back down, the legs of the chair clattering against the classroom floor.

Welp, there went his high school debut.


[System]
Appearance
Age: 15

Personality: Most people would describe Ant as... a source of irritation. He will speak his mind, and often, it's probably not going to please somebody. Ant has a habit of leaving nasty first impressions, being particularly combative, strong-minded, and prone to acting on emotion. However, despite his off-putting demeanor, you would be hard-pressed to find a more adamant and strong-willed individual. When Ant puts his mind to something, he will follow it steadfast; whether it is wrong or right. In addition, once people get to know him (if they can will themselves), they will find that this volatile outer exterior is more of a shell to protect a much more empathetic interior. What motivates his statements, what others typically see as being rude and blunt, are his ways of trying to encourage others for the better. Ant's philosophy is that if everyone else is too polite to say what needs to be said, or do what needs to be done, he won't hesitate to be the first.

Background / Notable Deaths: Both of Ant's parents were part of a FrameWerk unit placed on the front lines against the initial discovery of the Cruxi... as such, they were among the first to go. Being orphaned at a young age and without many answers, he would find solitude in fighting his peers. Letting out his anger physically was a great source of protection for himself; not so much physically, as he was a pretty poor fist-to-fist fighter. Rather, Ant took a great deal of pleasure in pain, so much as to seek it out, providing him a false barrier for his emotions. He only had one friend that understood him, a younger girl named Ariadne, whom he met after inadvertently saving her from a group of boys bullying her (Ant just wanted a fight... he didn't even notice the girl they had cornered). Like Ant, she was also parent-less. This helped them share a common bond. For years their friendship grew stronger, and Ariadne helped Ant see the better side of people... until the two of them were cornered by a group of thugs, mugged under the assumption that they had anything of value; leaving Ariadne for dead. This only served to completely reverse any good will Ariadne left on Ant, leaving him the angry and pessimistic character that he still is today. A solid year of looking for fights, day in and day out, left him completely battered, to a point where he himself was left for near death in an alleyway... it seemed that was what he was looking for. But scientists working with the FrameWerk, seeking him out due to his parent's history as solid fighters, found Ant just in time... and had different plans for the destitute boy.

Motive to live: To prove his worth, and to protect "the few good" such as Ariadne from whomever he deems unfit to survive; Cruxi or otherwise.

Framewerk Code Name: Perry
Appearance.

Signature Weapon System: The name of the game is shock and awe. Perry has no capabilities whatsoever in terms of CQC. However, he is equipped with two dual "pistols" of sorts, which fire detonative rounds that cause wide-spread, highly explosive damage. They sound quite effective. In actuality, they are middling in actual effect. They are not accurate by any means, even at medium range (which is where Perry tends to be most effective for his purposes), and can even cause damage to his allies if they're close enough. Furthermore, the actual damage they enact is more emphasized on being slowly corrosive, causing damage over time. They benefit mostly from their fire rate to make up for the lack of accuracy, and consistency of damage. Enemies are further encouraged to attack Perry as, if left unchecked for an extended period, the damage Perry can leave to a large group of enemies is significant (emphasis on being over a long stretch of time).

The point of Perry is diversion and strategic breaks. Being one of the flashiest models (and at the same time flimsiest), both in terms of appearance and combat style, Perry is very capable at swiftly splitting massive hordes of enemies, essentially bringing bite sized platters for his more capable allies to handle in more manageable pieces; affectionately referred to by Ant as "The Reel". This is another detrimental aspect that makes Perry a potential threat for allies... get on Ant's bad side, and you may find yourself in a predicament where he uses the Reel to make things a little more "interesting" as opposed to helpful.

Secondary Weapon System: In addition to diversion, Perry is equipped with a strategic mine kit. These mines, having varying capabilities depending on the mission, are not effective during combat, as they are slow to set up and place. However, they can prove especially crucial in the preparation of combat when in situations where given time to defend. This adds to Perry's primary focus on being a defense mech, as opposed to being offense oriented.

Flight-Capability/Thrusters: In coordinance with Perry's primary duty of diversion, in addition to a lack of much offense or defense, the FrameWerk's combat speed and agility is unmatched. Seeing as even the slightest contact would lead to critical damage for Perry, maneuverability was made a top priority, with thrusters strategically placed so as to allow Perry to swiftly change and burst into new directions in a flash. However, this is only designed for combat, quick burst situations. As such, Perry is definitely average at best in terms of more "casual", long term flight capabilities.

Special Ability: ?

[User]
Before Takeo even had time to face the sounds of the carnage that erupted nearby, a canine-looking Framewerk went down in a storm of bullets and plasma. He heard Ian's voice over comms, and identified the machine as the Anubis, knocked out of the fight in a three-pronged attack. The XO confirmed his thoughts. Damn it, Takeo thought. How can I prove anything if I can't even protect my comrades from a slaughter?

 Something about the formation of the other units bothered him. Teamwork? Takeo thought he had heard Ian say as much. It could have been coincidence, but it certainly looked like they were working together. He felt himself growing angry.

 "Cheap tactics," Takeo said over the main channel. But you can't take me out that easily!

 A ferocious explosion suddenly drowned out his thoughts, vaporizing several drones nearby one of the Framewerks. The ordinance involved set Takeo to sweating. I can handle bullets, maybe, but that kind of hit would hurt anyone. He found the attention of the other two units now focused on the newcomer. Maybe I can even the odds, form an alliance and deal with that power later. He nodded to himself, smiling. It was time to engage.

 "Hey, explosion guy!" Takeo spoke on the main channel, hoping to grab the pilot's attention. "Iron Sparrow here. Let's take out this team first, and have ourselves a fair fight!" He pushed his thrusters to full output, charging forward across the terrain toward the Framewerk with a long rifle. He hoped his prospective teammate would see his support and agree to help.

 Let's see how you do in close quarters, sniper! Takeo held his blade across his body, speeding toward his target as he began a devastating horizontal slash at the Frame's torso.

Cruiser

[Assistant]
Sigma bit her nail. Everything had gone to hell. Her team had started before time, and lost a frame in a futile struggle, down to Elora and her now. Doing such a thing and even still failing. I might die of embarrassment of this.She thought while pondering the situation. Sooner or later, other frameworks would catch their position. Frankly, to be honest, It was going to be a hell to endure.

Elora's action was inspiring. With such little coaxing, she had fiercely charged on some sort of explosion guy. She felt reassured. But then, another mecha pounced, making Elora's action moot. Worse, it was one of the top heavy frames. Damn, sorry. This all was my fault.

"Run away, Elora." Sigma said blandly as she saw the new guy sweeping with force at her. She shot the slug hurriedly at the center of mass, before discarding the rifle...

...and bringing her plasma cutter, which she held in a counterattack to cut the steel blade, as she jumped with her thrusters to at least avoid damage. If it didn't work It'd probably lose her legs. But better the legs than the fight.Know what? That hulking brute is not the only guy with plasma.

[User]
Before the battle even officially begun, two mechs were already destroying one another right out of the fight; and, much to Ant's glee, they just happened to be Anubis and Atty. Ant whooped loudly in his cockpit, having enjoyed watching the spectacle from a longer distance, in his own submerged corner of boulders and a stagnant basin. Hah! Looks like they couldn't wait to destroy each other. All the better for me, Ant thought. And yet, he couldn't help but admire what he saw. The pilots were beginning to prove more formidable than Ant first anticipated, with Serah, Sigma, and Elora's coordination, alongside Ian's sheer willpower.

In fact, the feeling was growing even moreso for those remaining. His only worries that remained were the larger, slower mechs; however, Ant was beginning to realize that they did come with their own, in not bigger, challenges. While slower in movement and action, they certainly hit harder than their faster counterparts (as the opposite effects in both cases applied with Perry, as well). Many of these mechs could crush him with as much as two blows if he didn't see it coming, a few of them in even one if they hit him just right. But Ant was confident (perhaps overly so) that his unmatched speed would be enough to dodge most attacks.

He would certainly have a handful if he attempted dealing with Elora and Sigma on his own, as they made quick work of Ian in a flashy blaze; they were clearly working together. Sigma might have been more robot than human in Ant's mind, but it was very clear that she was not a mind to trifle with, having made an early (and evidently effective) alliance with one of the most useful pilots for her needs.

His true worries lied in the three mechs Ant couldn't account for having seen yet on the battlefield; Zan's, Korie's, and... the girl dressed like an idol. She was so reclusive that she didn't even share her name. He knew it was wise for them to wait it out; but he also knew it was cowardly. After a moment of indecisiveness, Ant resolved to make his move. He no longer cared about the strategic benefits of waiting it out; he was beginning to grow restless and, motivated by his peers, wanted to show the rest of them just what damage he could do. If they aren't going to come to me, I'll just have to reel them in myself, Ant concluded. But he knew he needed an in. He would be out of the fight in a moment without a distraction...

...and just like that, it seemed two of them slipped out of hiding to tackle the imposing sniper-spotter duo. One mech made what looked to Ant like a massive energy blast right towards the spotter, which managed to fend to itself quite surprisingly and, to Ant's even greater astonishment, actually charged the source of the imposing blast. A wide smile grew on Ant's face. I may have been wrong about you, little mouse, Ant thought. Then Ant caught a glimpse of the large, tank-like abomination, charging straight for the sniper.

Ant's smile grew even wider; they were all convening in a large mass for him; he didn't even have to do any work. Well then, there isn't a better moment than the present, Ant yelled with a great laugh; all the while, Perry was positioning itself in its Sprinter stance, its thrusters revving even louder than before. His laughing grew louder, but it was a pleasant, happy laughter; he was actually having fun, for once. Regaining his composure, his smile turned into a cheek to cheek grin: he rowed forward with his arms, pushing forward with all his might.

And with that, Perry dashed forward with transendent speed, leaving a massive gust of dirt in his wake, heading straight into the current thick of battle. He was quite pleased to see them all pre-occupied with one another. Without much of a warning on Ant's end, Ant appeared swiftly in suitable range. At a safe distance, he shifted his sprint to face them parallel opposed to straight ahead. Perry gave them a mock salute while still running. "Hey guys!" Ant exclaimed sarcastically over his intercomm; he proceeded to pull out his pistols, aiming in all four's general vicinity. They were inaccurate, of course; but without doubt, the results would be hellfire.

Perry began its barrage.


[System]
165cm ◆ 20 ◆ Acolyte

Appearance
Rowena's early years were marked with intense study, leaving her naturally pale and soft. Recent training, however, has started their work on hardening her edges and toning out her body. Calm, composed, and utterly sure of her convictions, she stands tall and with her head held high as she walks with the grace of the Light (in her mind, at least).
Personality
Having never ventured far from her home until recent years, it is easy to see where Rowena's naiveté and boundless optimism had risen from. To her, the world is simple, divided as it is between those who bathe in the warmth of the Light and share in Its endless bounty and those that don't. To her, it should be the most solemn duty and utmost joy of every being touched by the Light to spread Its love to those who are lost and misguided and to burn any amount of heresy that sought to diminish Its radiance.

Of course, that is what she'd like to believe. Unfortunately, the more she learns of how cruel and muddled reality can be, the more she struggles to maintain her simple faith. A curious and inquisitive creature by nature, she constantly finds herself in situations that have no easy answers, and in a world of only greys, she is unsure of her place in it and of the wisdom of those who placed her on her current path.
Abilities

◇ Vitality 5; Though young, a life not oft traveling leaves one susceptible to new sicknesses and disease
◇ Strength 7; Daily training oft leads to results
◇ Finesse 6; Alas, aiming at rocks is a far cry from hunting actual prey
◇ Perception 6; Though natural curiosity lends to one's abilities to question the world, lack of experience still leads to a sieve too fine-meshed
◇ Intelligence 7; Years of study and a continued hunger for knowledge well hones one's mind
◇ Wisdom 3; But in the pursuit of knowledge, one must never forget the old adage of a cat's curiosity
◇ Faith 9; A life in service to the Light is all she asks
◇ Occult 7; And to do so, one must learn how to hunt down Its enemies

Equipment

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(3)
 Spear A tool made of ash, steel, and faith
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(3)
 Flintlock Musket Well maintained and well storied
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(1)
 Dagger For Emergency Use Only
◇ Travel Cloak A mottled olive-green cloak, worn but freshly cleaned
◇ Journal One of many volumes, half written with rough details about a young woman's journey
◇ Stationary What every aspiring writer needs
 ◇ Quill
 ◇ Inkwell
 ◇ Loose Paper
 ◇ Charcoal
◇ Travelling Gear For a journey far from home
 ◇ Rucksack
 ◇ Clothes
 ◇ Homemade Rations
 ◇ Coin Pouch
◇ Priest's Pack To spread and receive the Light's blessing
 ◇ Censer
 ◇ Incense
 ◇ Holy Symbol
◇ First Aid Kit To dispense ready aid, no matter how gruesome
◇ Violin A stringed instrument to pierce the silence
◇ Raven Ring A marker for those belonging to a specialized order

History
The Penitent Fellowship of Saint Poeticus, much like its sponsor nation of Perafidion, has a long and storied history. The order was established in the midst of a war to give succor to those who lay bleeding and dying on innumerable battlefields without the comfort of the Light, and has since related itself closely to all matters of life and death and as a place to leave all of one's past behind in service to the Light. Doctors and morticians, hospices and cemeteries, they dedicated themselves to the many transitions of one stage of life to the next and in doing so these Graveyard Knights attracted many lost and weary souls of the world. Rowena's parents were no exception, who in service to the church, had found each other and a family.

An old beast does not forget its roots, however, and the Penitent Fellowship had always been a military order first and foremost. Alongside their fellows who sought to preserve the Light in all life and those who ensured that those whose Lights have dimmed made their way back to divine radiance, were members of the order dedicated to burning any elements that sought to diminish the Light, and by extension their fellows' holy work. These shadowed Ravens under the cover of the Light respected no boundaries, had no morals beyond Its ultimate preservation, and it was in Rowena that they found a viable candidate to join their ranks: excellent academically, inquisitive to a dangerous and aggravating degree, and most importantly, utterly and absolutely devoted to the Light.

After realizing her potential, they quickly placed her under their own private tutelage, and it was with the Ravens where she spent the majority of her life. Her final task as an acolyte was to travel the lands under the tutelage of others, to be removed from all she had known and experience first hand the radiance of a world that was blessed by the Light, and what the world would look like without it. It was for that reason that she had found herself on a train to Temnorapool in order to find a tutor of her own, free from the ones pre-assigned to her by the Ravens over the past few years, a last test before she would be fully accepted into their order.
Relationships

◆ Reynold of Horgate, Father and Gravekeeper
◆ Lina of Roekirk, Mother and Clerk
◆Aiwen of Roekirk, Younger Brother and Doctor-in-training

Bonus Songs
◇ Immaterial Breath
◇ To Rise, Virtual

[User]
Sitting across Father McNamara was his apprentice, Maurice of Mitrowitz, Lightbringer to the Order of the Gracious Saint Massard of Mitrowitz, and novice Church Investigator; Unlike the good father, Maurice had spent the majority of the journey napping, his head either resting atop one of his shoulders or against the window frame, miraculously comfortable with the constant rattling of the carriage atop the tracks. It was perhaps not leaving the best of impressions on his new superior, but Maurice wasn't the sort of fellow who was particularly knowledgeable about leaving a good impression; for him, there wasn't much more to show than merit at work, and acting in good faith. And thus he could sleep.

Or so he thought.

Suddenly jolted forward out of his sleep and almost into the small table built under the window frame, Maurice barely managed to prevent his face getting bashed into the furniture and possibly causing him to require medical attention. His mind, it seemed, worked slower than his reflexes did; it took him a few seconds to comprehend what had just occurred, and by that time, his superior had already begun lecturing Maurice while loading his pistol in the meantime. Not wanting to stutter out a flimsy agreement and make himself look weak, Maurice merely nodded as his eyes darted out to where his oversized 'instrument case' had been. Thankfully for him, the sheer weight of its contents had kept the case from flying out of where Maurice had tucked it; with a firm grasp, Maurice pulled it from its spot as his superior this time lectured him on the dangers of brashness, and asked him to grab a lantern. As expected, Maurice complied.

Outside, under the bright moonlight, Maurice found the lantern somewhat useless for a second, but deduced that it would be of use to find possible victims obscured by shadows. Plus, it was likely that the light sources inside the carriages were not of use anymore; from the voices that he could make out, things weren't going all too well inside them, and there was little doubt that somebody would have to go inside them to carry out the incapacitated or wounded. And there was no doubt that he would be amongst those 'somebodies'. It was, after all, his position's duty, not to mention the right thing to do; out of his immense strength, if not anything else. Although that would be delayed by incoming news, relayed by a fellow who looked like he'd just arrived from four hundred years ago. Sword, shield and mail, in this age... "And they call me outdated," he thought to himself.

Listening to the prehistoric (because everybody knew that history did not matter before gunpowder) warrior's words, Maurice could not help but look at his superior, awaiting permission to go into the derailed carriages and begin hauling the victims out. "Shall I, master?" He asked, to expedite his superior's response. While he had respect for those above him in merit and degree, this was not time for following formal protocol. Not when innocent lives are at stake.

[Assistant]
The good Father had just begun his walk when his ears were serenaded by a peculiar tune- a hymn. His ears pricked up, and his eyes began searching for the individual that brought such hope to this dark time, but before he could, a man with most peculiar style had appeared. In all honesty, McNamara hadn't seen an individual wearing such garb since he was a young boy and a sword and shield had still been the symbols of the guard in many a city. To show a preference like that... The man was either very foolish, or a very experienced veteran. His words were true though, and that was what mattered.

"Another follower? I would presume her to be the individual who is so serenading us." He would tilt his head upwards, but a slight breeze chose then to waft the sound away from his ears. Maurice- his apprentice, such as he was, wanted permission to begin assisting people. "It's Father my dear boy. Sir if you absolutely insist on the military ranks, but the light renders us all equal- nobody is another's master." Perhaps the upper classes needed to be reminded of that some day. "Go, lend some assistance to them, by all means."

Once Maurice had been handled, he would turn back to the archaic footman. "Your help would be much appreciated. Can you perhaps go to the front and find out what caused us to stop in such a violent fashion? if you encounter anyone else with enough sense of duty to take care of their fellow man, perhaps ask them to assemble here at the back. That way, we might be able to come to a goodly number of the survivors."

Reaching up and scratching the little bit of stubble on his face, McNamara would settle his hat more firmly on his head. Hopefully the soldier would do as he had been bid, leaving him to take up his carrying case once more and attempt to find the dame that was singing. His feet would carry him down along the tracks, to where the rear coaches would come into view proper. The flicker of candle and lantern hid the worst of it, but it was still a terrible sight to see.

The last two carriages lay like great beached beasts, forming a rough semicircle of shattered timber and scrap metal. Glass shards covered the ground, crunching underneath each step, and here and there individuals both living and dead would lie, the ground soaking up the blood that trickled down. It was a small blessing that it had been dry- for at least a manageable campfire might be constructed. His explorations to the rear would find the source of the song- a tall, blonde woman wearing some peculiar clerical clothes.

"Sister," he said, with a slight relief in his voice. "It is good to see another confirmed of the faith. Did you see what happened here at the time of the crash?"

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The Light's My Shepherd
Psalm 23

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 A voice, calm and professional, a voice that bespoke of experience and one that sounded far from home reached out to Rowena as she was in the midst of setting a man's shoulder back into place. She didn't bother turning around to look at the voice, trusting that they would set out do what they had promised. Instead, she raised her own voice slightly higher in the hymn, singing "Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, yet will I fear no ill," in response with a resounding crack as she righted the man's shoulder.

 As she moved from body to body, she noted with some satisfaction and comfort the other voices that had begun to join her in the hymns, clinging to their spiritual bastions in this dark moment. Their voices were like newborn lambs, wobbling and shaking, but growing stronger with every note and with every voice that joined their impromptu choir. A few of the more able bodied passengers even approached the young acolyte, offering to help in whatever capacity they could. She had the most collected among them help with the more delicate operations, a few to collect supplies such as clean cloth, thread, sturdy pieces of scrap, and other things of that nature, but with most of the others Rowena sent them out to offer whatever comfort they could provide to those who were more suffering in mind and soul rather than in flesh and bone.

 Her work quickly took her outside the carriage, helping those who were unfortunate enough to be thrown out of the, apparently, two carraiges that had turned over. It is there another odd voice found her, this time her hands occupied in stiching together a woman who had the poor luck to have a large diagonal gash almost across the entirety of her tricep. This time the voice was stern, cool, carrying itself with the grace of age. His words made him out to be another member of the church, which only prompted Rowena to quickly and eagerly finish the operation with a final knot before leaving the patient in the quiet care of her husband.

 Rowena retrieved her weaponry from the ground where they rested and rose to face the voice of man who looked to be no older than fifty dressed in the garb of a holy Investigator. She quickly gave a small bow in deference, wiping her hands on a black cossack that was already marred with blood, the red tabard with its white flame adorning her front similarly painted. "Unfortunately no, Father, I was out of sorts during the actual crash," she replied, her voice soft yet still strong. "All I know is that one moment we were well on our way, the next I found myself lying down on what was formerly the wall of my carriage. Ah, but forgive me for my poor manners, I am not yet a Sister, but a novice that still has to fully take all my vows. Rowena of Roekirk, at your service."

 As engrossed as she was in her efforts, she gave little thought to those who lay in the other carriages seeing as how many of them were still firmly placed on the steel tracks which admittedly filled her with some amount of shame. "Is everyone towards the front alright? I'm hoping most of the worst injuries are located here, but I should set up a station towards the center if there are any that require aid in the other carriages."


[System]
Age: 16

Power: Currently Unknown. But his powers seem to deprive from the creature that is part of him, be it a manifestation of emotions or just a part of him that grew in power over the rest of him, no one will be able to know. Outside the host body, the being would manifest into a black cloud in the form of an animal, any animal it chooses. In this state, James would be faster and more agile, and the creature would be able to fight alongside him. But in this state is when James would be at his most powerful but most vulnerable as well. If the being was inside, James wouldn't die to just anything, a bullet to the brain would mostly likely only cause a scratch as the being strengthens his body. But outside, the being would leave it's more vulnerable part inside him. Thus it would push the pain and injuries on James, showing in minor injures that slowly start to increase in severity.

Appearance:

Bio: James was a strange child, even from birth. People and parents saying they found things happening around him, whenever he was in danger that he came out alive and well where others would be dead. At the age of 7 would be when it was found out what was happening with him, a group of bullies pushed him around and finally corner him. Him with a black eye and looking like he was going to be hurt more, but suddenly the bullies were being hurt. Being pushed around and even tossed around a bit as a dark cloud flowed from a cut on the top of his hand that never healed. Opening to show the darkness flowing from it and attacking the bullies. Sending them running before taking at first the look of a cat. The darkness flowing around it as it looked at him, that day was when things changed for the child. Thrown out after the stories became increasing against him, he never trusted others. Even those he thought he could trust betrayed him. He was seeing it more and more while on the streets with the creature that called itself a "Void" as a friend. He saw people like him, different and strange, bullied and hurt and rejected by society. He didn't like such prejudice against people like him. Soon him and his "Friend" would be doing what they can. Stealing from the usual "Normal" Society and giving to the supernaturals. Finding homes for others. Cautious about others but always trying to be a friend to those that he can learn to trust. After spending some time at an orphanage, he and Neric would have stumbled upon a flyer to the camp. James having to convince his friend to go, soon the two would have been on their way to the camp and to what may hopefully be some time away from everything.

James: "So what's the plan today my shadowy friend?"

Neric: "I believe that you can't plan the future, it's in constant motion. We can only think, hope and see about what will be."

James: "I couldn't agree with you more."

[User] Neric would look over at her, getting up as James pats the seat next to him. Smiling softly as his gaze goes for her. "Of course, don't think we would forget you Cecilia." James would smile happily, the little Void walking over on all fours legs and rub up against her leg. Purring softly before letting her sit, walking back over to James and sitting between the two. "Well that didn't take long at all, thought I was going to miss you when it came to the next activity." He would say both jokingly and teasingly, his hand going and petting Neric gently. The Void curled up and just looking to the fire, motionless but he's almost always motionless. So it's nothing new really.

[Assistant]
Sitting next to James and joining him in petting the shrouded cat between them, Cecilia could sense that James was having a bit of fun with her, but she couldn't help bu feel more than a little self conscious about being late and so forth. "I-I didn't think I was that late. I had to leave some things at my cabin and...!
-oh forget it
" Cecilia came to fully realize how flustered she was getting and just turned her head towards the pit, letting out a slight whine, her face minutely red and frustrated. She knew it was all in good fun however, and tried to think of something to talk about. "They said that the activity will have something to do with outdoor survival or something like that. I've forgotten if you've mentioned it or not, but do you have much experience camping in the wilderness, James?" she curiously asked, looking to him again, a trace of a smirk again. She didn't want to assume anything, but even if James hadn't the experience, there was also a chance Neric did.

[User] Jack looked at Val. "Well, if we're in groups, I can summon some athletes to surround us and let us do whatever. Oh, and Shakespeare! He can actually still speak. It's awesome." He grinned at her. "If we're doing a normal sport. What would be important in surviving the outdo-" He stopped. "Archery? That would be slightly lame."

[Assistant] James would watch Cecilia get flustered, smiling as he spoke. "I was just joking there Cecilia, don't be too worried about it." He would say as he bumps Neric a bit to scoot closer to her. The Void wouldn't seem to mind too much as he moves over a bit, just getting comfortable again as James chuckles. Looking to Cecilia as he smiles, nodding and showing he heard her and that he did have experience. "Ya, a good amount actually. Though I bet Neric knows more then both of us to be honest. But ya we have plenty of experience." Nodding as he looks at her, showing he has lived more then once in the woods.

[User] Cecilia nodded attentively; she could have probably guessed that James and Neric would have a good amount of wilderness survival experience under their belts, but was pretty intrigued nonetheless. "That's good to hear. I have like no experience at all so I hope you two wouldn't mind giving me a few pointers now and again," she replied, scratching the back of Neric's ears as she turned her head to look at James, her smile growing significantly. There was a fair chance that there may have been more than one occasion where the two of them may have camped out because of necessity as opposed to preference, so she was reluctant to dwell on the subject herself. But she was happy that she wasn't going into this without anyone to help her should it come to that. She'd be a lot more anxious otherwise.

[Assistant] Neric would purr softly as Cecilia scratched behind his ears, his eyes closed slightly as James looks at her. Hopefully he and Neric would be able to help her, both to make sure she can get through this and to spend a bit more time with her. Nodding as he helps her scratch between Neric's ear. [color=yellow]"Ya of course, always more then happy to help. Though your smart Cecilia, I bet you'll understand it on your own." Trying to compliment her as his hand brushes up against hers, that feeling running through his hand. It was nice, it was a nice feeling. Thinking on the activity as well, what would the counselors have in store for them this time.

[User]
"WE BETTER GO TO THE FIREPIT. KYLE WON'T WANT TO SEE US FOR AWHILE." Ivy was sad that her brother had left her. He had never left her alone before. She felt alittle scared. She wasn't hood at controlling herself. Kyle was a safe guard. She knew that if she got out of control her brother could make sure that she didn't hurt anyone. Ivy knew her power was one of the most dangerous ones. Especially in the woods.

"THERE IS A WATERFALL BY THE LAKE. KYLE PROBABLY WENT THERE. HE KNOWS I WON'T GO NEAR THE LAKE." Ivy answered why Links said Kyle might be in trouble. It wasn't likely that her brother was in trouble. Kyle never got into trouble. He was most likely sitting on the edge of the lake looking at the water. Her brother would have wanted something comforting and he always found water relaxing.

[Assistant] Lin grimaced at the second bit of news and Ivy's casual faith in her brother. She tried to put a hand on the younger girl's shoulder to get the other's full attention span. "Your brother seems very capable. I just want to make sure he's alright." She paused, taking a deep breath, then continuing in her most assertive voice. "My power gave me a possible vision that your brother might fall down that waterfall. Could you please take me to the top of it? We can check the fire pit first just to make sure he didn't go straight there. If he did, then everything should be fine." A wisp of smoke curled up through Lin's fingers, but oddly enough Ivy's heat didn't bother Lin much. She'd always loved heat...which she supposed was one of the main reasons she hadn't been anxious to leave her birth city of San Francisco.

[User]
Ivy bounced out of the cafeteria. She started toward the firepit. But it wasn't long before she got distracted. Shortly after leaving the building she saw a bird and started following it. Unlike Lin Ivy wasn't worried about her brother. As far as she was concerned he was indestructible. He had looked after her for as long as she could remember. He was the strongest person that she knew.

Kyle had thought about going to the lake but he didn't because the counselors were about to start a new activity. He wouldn't break the rules just because he was mad. He sat on the far side of the firepit and waited for the counselors to start. It looked like they were waiting for everyone to arrive. He looked around it looked most of the campers had gathered.

[Assistant]
Lin jogged after a bouncy Ivy toward the fire pit. When Ivy's path began to stray, she followed the younger girl with her eyes. Upon seeing Ivy start chasing a bird, she called out, "Hey Ivy! Remember where we're supposed to be? There'll be plenty of birds at the fire pit. C'mon girl!" Now suddenly she was the one giving orders. The hypocrisy of that struck her. Was it really that easy to turn into Kyle, bossing somebody else around?

No, she shook her tangled blonde mane vigorously. It was all about delivery. Ivy didn't need to have a Gestapo escort; she needed to be around open-minded people with a hankering for fun. Lin stopped in her tracks and closed her eyes, concentrating on the flap of the robin's wings as Ivy chased it. The older girl traced that flapping pattern back, back....there. The robin's nest was only three trees over in a sizeable willow. Yep, she reflected mildly as she started out towards her objective. The past was definitely simpler than the stupid misty future.

Lin jogged over to the tree, then scrambled about a quarter of the way up with adroit footwork. The sharp white willow bark chafed her bare knees as she held on with three limbs, extending her right arm as far up as she could ahead of her. She didn't want to risk going too high up, so when she finally spotted the nest after a few seconds she wasn't high enough to see anything inside. Instead, she felt around with her hand and came down with a small-ish, speckled blue robin egg. She descended the tree carefully, very aware of Ivy's progress bird-chasing as well as the precious cargo.

Jogging over behind Ivy, not even winded, Lin said, "Hey Ivy, look what I found! You don't need to chase that bird! I used my power to find its nest! Want to keep this little guy warm while we head down to the fire pit? Just be careful not to get him too hot or he'll melt!" She extended her hand toward the younger girl, the beautiful egg resting in the center of her palm. No matter what Ivy decided, they needed to get a move on so they wouldn't be late.

[User]
@grandia20 @LiegeLord @Mangrale @LiegeLord @Blueflame @Vampy @KimmiNinja
"We will convert many types of activities this summer. But today we will start teaching you one that is very important for the woods. Today we will teach you the beginnings of rock climbing. Now this won't be the rock climbing you've done on walls in school. This is real and will be dangerous. So first everyone will be fitted with a helmet, gloges, and a harness." The counselors explained. It was natural that the kids would be curious and would want to explore so they wanted to make sure they could do so safely.

Ivy had a very short attention span. She had only followed the bird a short distance before she saw a squirrel and started following it instead. But she only followed that for a minute until she saw a butterfly. Once again she followed the creature that caught her attention. This was one of the reasons that Kyle watched Ivy so closely. She never paid attention to where she was going and would easily get lost.

[Assistant] "sounds like fun" max said to himself even though technically he didn't need to climb. He looked around the fire pit to see if he knew any one.

[User] "Oh, well, maybe you're right..." Cecilia blushed mildly, when she felt James' hand. Upon noting how good it felt, she also thought of how good Neric must be feeling with all the attention. She didn't want the Void to feel left out, and so told herself that she'd have her time with James later on. Somehow, she was sure he wouldn't mind. Along with everyone else, she then looked to the counselors as they revealed what they'll be doing, her hand freezing over Neric, her mind already visualizing the whole thing. "... Or maybe not..." she nervously spoke, her hand closing and pulled closer to her in an apprehensive posture. She looked down at her four legged friend and then at James somewhat anxiously, just dreading the how stressed she was going to get, let alone the activity itself.

[Assistant] "Rock climbing? That's interesting."  Val's powers could turn useful in this endeavor but it would be better to save up her energy for other activities. She then looked over to the safety gear and then to Jack and laughed. She couldn't picture the both of them suited up in safety gear, it seemed silly. "I guess we have no choice but to wear these." And picks up 2 pairs of helmet, gloves, and harnesses for her and Jack, handing one to him. She gives him a grin, "I bet by the end of this, I can climb faster than you can."

[User]
James would look to the counselors, looking nervous as he looked to Cecilia. They may have survived on their own, but they didn't have to even come close to rock climbing. Though the Void wouldn't show emotion, in fact he looked to them. The boy looking down to Neric for a moment as he speaks. "Please tell me you had prior knowledge or training on rock climbing..."

Neric would look up to James chuckling softly without moving, though his next words may be surprising yet also strange. "Yes actually, though the prior team I was stuck with didn't use ropes about half the time in certain scenarios. One time not even having the safety ideals as they did rappel down a good amount of the cliffside into..." Neric looking up for a moment and thinking before looking at James and continuing. "Ya I know how to deal with rock climbing James. I'll help you two."


[System]
Medium Humanoid (Changeling), Chaotic Good
Bard 1

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Armour Class 13
Hit Points 8 (1d8)
Speed 30ft.

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STR DEX CON INT WIS CHA
8 14 10 14 12 16

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Skills Arcana +4, History +4, Insight +3, Perception +3, Deception +5, Persuasion +5
Senses passive Perception 13 (15 with proficiency)
Languages Common, Dwarvish, Draconic, Elvish, Infernal

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Change Shape: As an action, Cas may polymorph into any humanoid of their size they have seen, or back into their true form. However, their equipment does not change with them. If Cas dies, they revert to their natural appearance.
Sage: Cas frequently knows where to find information concerning lore.
Bardic Inspiration (5/long rest): Cas can inspire an ally within 60 feet, giving them a bonus 1d6 on one ability check, attack roll, or save.
Spellcasting: Cas is a 1st level spellcaster. THeir spellcasting ability is Charisma (spell save DC 13, +5 to hit with spell attacks). Cas has the following bard spells known:
Cantrips (At will): Minor Illusion, Vicious Mockery
1st level (2 slots): Dissonant Whispers, Faerie Fire, Tasha's Hideous Laughter, Thunderwave

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Dagger. Melee or Ranged weapon attack: +4 to hit, reach 5ft. or range 20ft./60ft., one creature. Hit: 4 (1d4 +2) piercing damage.
Light Crossbow. Ranged weapon attack: +4 to hit, range 80ft./320ft., one target. Hit: 6 (1d8 + 2) piercing damage.

Personality Traits:People are an open book to me, and I enjoy pulling their strings. I'm fiercely devoted to family and those I adopt.

Ideals:I'll resurrect the great heroes of the past and pass their persona down across the ages.

Bond: I must keep the personae I bear alive for the next generation to inherit.

Flaw: I'm easily distracted by things I find fascinating, whether that's a species of plant I've never seen, a strange infernal creature, or a gorgeous humanoid.

And a Note, that Cas has three core personae that they switch between, but still remaining themselves. Each appearance has associated allies and traits that Cas has to maintain as part of their Bond. They are:
Hymn: Tiefling Male. Brash, sexual and a skilled duelist
Ardiane: Half-elf female. Shy, artistic, musical.
Ilisandoral: Aged elven male. Famous researcher and a little arrogant.

[User]
GM
After much time spent in deliberation it is decided upon by the party that they will travel the path indicated by the goblins towards Cragmaw Hideout, their base of operations. The only decision that was left to make now was that of the Goblins, what would become of them.
This question wasn't left up in the air for long as the Barbarian, Bar, stepped forward with his demands;
 Bar: "Either strength is proven or the weak are executed."
This lead to a turn of events whereby the Goblins would not understand the meaning of his words, The wizard, Seethe, seeming to have an idea from this walks forward and breaks the shin bones of one of the goblins, The other two goblins were reviled and would attempt to flee quickly from the scene. However the Barbarian would be too fast for them and would cleave their heads from their necks in one quick solid movement, collecting their skulls as he had the others.

The group navigate the two wagons off to the side of the road where they will be safe until the return of the party and set off towards cragmaw.
Before setting out Bar popped open the potion that Cienna had handed him downing the lot.
 Bar: Feels great he said as he seemed to become rejuvenated.
Bar takes the lead while the others follow,
After walking north west along the path for approximately ten minutes along the trail the Barbarian almost steps into a snare trap that he had failed to locate, he dodges to the side as the snare snaps around a branch where his foot had been moments before.
 "Hey, there's a trap there." Kiki calls out from her position watching.
While 'M' changes his psionic focus to the mind of the Nomadic.
Bar proceeds to gather the snare wire before they set out again, while walking he would tie the used up potion vial into his necklace offering kiki a bone from it.
While walking for another 10 minutes Kiki though on lookout for danger failed to notice that the ground had been disturbed. Bar noticed the moment he set foot on the trap an audible snap, which he quickly jumped back from as the ground and earth beneath him began to tumble into a 10 foot deep hole.
Following the goblins' trail, you come across a large cave in a hillside, five miles from the scene of the ambush. A shallow stream flows out of the cave mouth, which is screened by dense briar thickets. A narrow dry path leads into the cave on the right-hand side of the stream.

Cienna
She would listen to the rest of the group decide what they wanted to do, she had been hired to make sure that they arrived safely and that is what she was going to do. She would take up a position in the middle of the group as the Barbarian she had given a healing potion took the lead.

[Assistant]
BAR
Bar felt not only ecstatic by the potion he had consumed. He felt confident in all of his abilities. When the food is fine, the glory of minions are enough and the skulls are plenty, there's only one thing left to keep this Barbarian occupied. He began to pay attention to the more refined shapes of fairer sex of the party. Seeing as he had no ale, no idea of what harpers are and was upset by Cas' inability to choose a gender, he decided that by elimination there was only one female remaining that might stand the test of strength.
Of course, this helpless romantic could not just follow the simple cycle of request and reject he had been exposed to so very often in his life.

Once he arrived at a cave with a little stream, his first action would be placing his axe in the stream. Walking one feet up stream and take off his loincloth. Having revealed his full nudity, the washing of his body in the cold stream would commence. Firstly, being seated on his knees, he washed his shortcut black hair. After rubbing off part of the skin on that part of his body, indicating that it was well overdue, he would focus on his more muscular exterior. Singing a gentle "lalala" as blood, intestines and 2 poisonous darts had ended up in the little stream Bar would wash his chest, abdomen and his arms.
Next, he would be seated in the stream, rubbing his legs and tickling himself between his toes. Finally, he was certain to fully rub, scratch and wash the remainder of his body before standing up.
The barbarian raised his arms, stretching himself in full length. Being fully washed and exposed, the half orc proceeded to clean out one of the goblin skulls and soak his loincloth.
Using anything he could find, he'd try and turn the goblin skull into a codpiece. After all, if he let the female know he was interested, it might spook her. And it was quite hard to hide his excitement when wearing so little distractive clothing, especially now that the loincloth he did wear was all wet. He retrieved his axe and made his way back to the rest of the group.

Having cleaned his most prized possessions and himself, Bar would, as reluctant as kind in expression, ask Kiki( @JBRam2002 ) to consider his desire to respect her freedom and ask if she would freely reposition herself with him to the break in the treeline(2). Being certain he would be rejected in his request, the brute would not wait long for an answer. A few moments later, he walked towards the opening in the treeline. One step at a time, Bar remained at at least one rapiers distance from his currently most desired goal.

Bar moves from (1) to the lower end of the stream near (1) and back. Then proceeds to move towards the entranceof (2).

[User]
Kiki Milaan

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Kiki was helping load up the carts when the distinct sickening sound of breaking bones filled her ears. She paused in her actions, the nauseating fwelfeeling quickly overwhelming her momentarily. When she forced herself to look, it seemed that her advice had been followed in technicality. Breaking the goblin's shin seemed... unnecessary, but such was the way of things in war. Kiki breathed slowly, regaining her composure as she finished loading up the excess weapons and arrows.

Her job during their trek to the goblin encampment was clear: look out for traps or hidden enemies. No one needed to ask her; it was simply expected of the thieves and assassins that were often hired for these jobs. The snare trap was an easy trap to point out, but Kiki was curious how her barbarian friend would react. Quickly, was the answer. Almost nimbly. Kiki of course had to rub it in the half-orc's nose a little that she had seen the trap and he hadn't. Perhaps she would prove her value was higher if they worked together.

Her mind drifted off towards Halruaa over the next leg of their journey. She saw the faces of her friends and family that she left behind, and the noble who had forced her into exile. There was nothing she could do about them now. A sigh escaped her lips, followed by a loud snap from beneath Bar's feet. Kiki stopped short as the pathway in front of her opened into a cavernous pit. Deadly? No, but it would have been painful nonetheless.

Kiki's thoughts returned to the present as they finished their trek. She needed to be alert. Reminiscence was liable to get someone hurt, or worse. It was in this state of alertness that Kiki saw what she would be unable to unsee, as Bar abruptly stripped down and began bathing. It would appear the bath was required, but the timing was fairly questionable. Kiki less-than-promptly turned her gaze away from the large green man and proceeded with the obviously enticing task of counting her arrows.

It was during the sixth recount of this ever-important task that Kiki heard Bar's approach and looked up to be greeted by a goblin skull that barely performed its function of covering the half-orc. Bar's request was, albeit somewhat rough, slightly charming, and Kiki nodded her head. She followed him, not sure if the barbarian was planning to test her armor again, but politeness was such a rare thing thus far to find from Bar that Kiki simply felt compelled to follow. Besides, a clearing in the trees was obviously worth investigating, right?

[Assistant]
The team apparently wanted to go after goblins. Including the Halruaan girl. Fine. Cas could tag along. Not like there was anything better going on. She retrieved a flute from her wagon, just as Ardiane peeked out from her self-imposed box.

Is the fighting over?

Cas sighed and took a deep breath. The Halruaan girl... Kiki, had mentioned she fancied Ardiane, right? Maybe letting her seduce Cas' blonde alter ego would be a step towards letting Cas seduce her. After all, receiving a Moonshae massage might be better from the hands that were actually trained in it instead of Cas' slightly more clumsy ones. It would be interesting to see how Ardiane's fingers matched up with Cas' when it came to other sorts of deft fingering.

Two steps and an adjustment of Hymn's waistcoat and pants into a vest and skirt later, Ardiane spun in a brief circle at the joy of being alive and free again. A day like this needed the lute, not a flute. Giggling at her poetry, Ardiane looked around for the woman who'd chatted with her on the road. She wandered through the group, smiling at the men and hugging the cleric girl. The puppy that had joined their party almost completely derailed her as she squeaked happily and spent ten minutes scratching the dog, cooing over it.

"Who's a good puppy? You're a good wuffy, yes, you're a cute wuffy," Ardiane nuzzled the dog, then looked around. Had Kiki met this cute doggy? Where did Kiki go? Over there, with the orc. Humming a Waterdeep tavern tune about sailors' lost loves, she caught up just as the orc and Kiki went into the forest. "Kiki!" She called, reaching for the rogue's hand and gently brushing it. "Someone in the caravan said you're from Halruaa-a-oh my gods." She blushed bright red right from her light hair down into her cleavage when she saw what the orc was wearing. Or rather, not wearing. Forgetting herself for a moment, Ardiane pressed her face against Kiki's shoulder. His...aah... She screwed her eyes shut, whimpering slightly.