[System]
Color

color=Khaki

Age

32

Gender

Female.

Description

Standing at an Amazon-esque 6 foot, the tall, dark-skinned woman has been described as classically beautiful many times, like one of the goddesses the tribes had worshiped before Oasis. With hazel eyes, and long black hair pulled into a ponytail of dreadlocks, her face is usually utterly serene, almost disturbingly so.

Occupation

 Game Hunter, Mercenary, and Bounty Hunter. Naahdira has been many things. All of them related to death.

Personality/Bio

 Naahdira came into the desert to die. This quiet, reserved woman, whom you wouldn't expect of having a regret in the world, whom you only ever see the professional, calm side of, joined the expedition to throw herself off of the legendary Chasm, or if they didn't make it that far, die on the way.

 You see, Naahdira has a troubled past. And it is not that others have not taken up her professions, those of death and violence. No, there are plenty of mercenaries, assassins, and thugs. However, there were none so proficient in the art of death as Naahdira, for she was the fabled Wraith of the Sands, the assassin able to strike any target, anywhere.

 However, she was not always like this. Once, she was a carefree girl, a hunter with the spear and bow, who lived with her elder sister, an example to all little girls everywhere. That was until her sister was trampled by The Pack, leaving a small, lonely girl to fend for herself.

 For a while, she made a living by hunting, however, without her sister to watch out for her, she was almost always cheated out of the full price of whatever she brought back. It was not enough, and she was plunged into life on the streets as a thug-for-hire, beating anyone whom she was hired to beat. However, with the money from thuggery, she was able to buy proper gear, and buy her license as a proper mercenary.

 After a few successful years as a mercenary, as her fame grew, she was approached by a member of the mysterious Black Scarab assassin's guild. Joining the guild as an assassin of people she thought deserved her judgement, she quickly fell. She was the Wraith of the Sands, and she exterminated anyone and everyone. See, once you get a taste of the kind of coin that lifestyle brings, you can't let it go.

 So began the nine-year reign of terror among the Oasis underground of the Wraith, until one day a mysterious contract came to her. Eliminate the rest of the Black Scarab. By this point, guilt was beginning to gnaw at her, so she accepted. In one night, the bloody Night of Dust, Naahdira murdered all twenty-four of her former compatriots, and got paid.

 However, the absolution she sought was not found in the death of her former friends, even if they were assassins. Wracked with guilt, Naahdira gave all of her money away to the poor and orphaned of Oasis, and volunteered for the expedition.

 Hopefully, she could escape the guilt, and the voices that crept into her mind at the still times in the night.

Possessions

-A single tooth from a Pack beast on a leather strap. Naahdira's only token of her sister.
-Enough food and water for a week's journey, without relying on the caravan's supplies.
-A wooden longbow with a quite incredible draw length, and forty arrows inside a sealed quiver.
-Four bronze javelins.
-Light leather armor which allows for freedom of movement, and reduces the risk of heatstroke.
-A bronze saber, meant as a last resort.

[User]
The Wanderer: Gabriel Del'Tannon

The previous day was the hardest thing he'd had to deal with in a long time. Gabe wasn't used to crowds, or attention, save the wary glances from those who knew his reputation. He stayed near the middle to keep away from the reaching hands and the gifts being thrown, but realized he was still in the center of attention. He moved to the back, but only just before the last man on the team, his guns out for all to see as a warning, even now, to keep their distance.

The procession tumbled along through the city, passing streets and alleyways he had run through and killed in his entire life. Memories passed through his mind like fading pictures. Gun shots echoed off the corners of his skull. Cries for mercy-
He cleared his throat and rolled his head along his shoulders. Most of those men deserved it, and right now, that was behind him. He finally had a chance for a new life, or maybe he was simply speeding up his death. In truth, he'd be fine with either one. When night came, he stayed out in the street next to the wagons and camels. He only walked in to get a pint of hard booze for the road.

He suspected everyone felt a sense of sudden fear or trepidation as they passed through the city gates the next day. He felt a small tremor of something, alright. He wasn't afraid, but neither was he filled with excitement or joy. Perhaps he was simply feeling the noose getting tighter. Whatever it was, it dropped around him like a tombstone. It passed quickly, thank Oasis. He put his hands around his gun hilts to feel something familiar, and he gazed around at his new position within the caravan.

Gabriel found himself a little off to the left of the group, near the front but a few paces back. Close enough to listen, at least. Listening could keep a man alive. His rough hand around the reins of his camel. The beast snorted and clopped along obediently. He patted its side to keep it quiet. He needed to hear what was being said up ahead.

The front man he'd heard about. Hannibal... Some crazy bastard known for his eccentricities and gadgets. As long as he didn't expect a warm hug, they'd probably get along fine. The two women caught his attention, and he grinned at the Shield maiden's words. He could understand her sarcasm. His family had been killed too, and he'd been forced to survive on his own. He just didn't quite have her publicity. Not that everyone had forgotten about the Del'tannons. He supposed he was just better or at hiding. His folks not being caught in a conspiracy also helped.
@Rune_Alchemist@Rune_Alchemist

[Assistant]
"You know of me? Splendid! Although I'm far from a simple inventor, no. To label me as such is to exclude my other many passions in life!"

He grabbed the red haired woman, linking her arm around his and spinning her around, carelessly, letting out another bellow of a laugh as he did so.

"I even took a fall from that damned wall myself! Can you recall the passion? Soaring through the air, weightless, that rush of life filling you as death rose up to meet you from the ground?Contrasting the hopelessness of your failed invention refusing to keep you aloft, against all sound reasoning and courtesy? Well! Hannibal Bartleby Hughes and Senna Daher still live, damn you Oasis!"

His shouting was cut off as the other woman approached and began speaking. He stopped speaking, eyes losing their mirth as he realized who she was. He took a couple steps towards her, not caring if it threw the redhead trapped in his arm off balance, and examined her face carefully. He had known the girl's father, somewhat, he had come interviewing Hannibal about the Queen some time after he had been removed from the palace. He thought it was a foolish venture, what her family had done, but also disagreed with the severity of the punishment. His opinion of the Queen had fallen sharply since then.

Solemnly, he clutched the locket around his neck.

"Ah, I recall receiving some fan mail from her. Terrible business that, your father was an intelligent man who was prone to foolish notions. I wouldn't be surprised to see him here in your place had circumstances been different."

Before he could continue further, movement caught his eyes, and he caught a bottle of red wine tossed at him from behind Aurelia. The grin returned to his face and he uncorked it immediately, the solemn spell broken. Still holding onto the bottle, he wrapped his other arm around Aurelia and began spinning once more, pulling her out of her saddle with abandon humming as he did so. As if his willpower alone was enough to move the two women.

"I would never be insulted by a lady's company though! Drink! The both of you! We'll be heroes by the end of this and need to celebrate as such!"

Perhaps indiscernible to the man in the back was a wink as he spun still humming. Whether in acknowledgement, or invitation, or just to get sand out of his eyes was any person's guess.

@Rune_Alchemist@POOHEAD189

[User]
Naahdira saw the crowd, praising them as they left. Heard the shouts of raucous joy, regaling them as heroes. She also felt the glares on her back, when they saw her. Not many knew her, but those that did were staring, anger barely restrained by the presence of the guards and several of the local heroes. She glided through to the head of the caravan, passing through the densely-packed throng, where their leader, Hannibal, was surrounded by reporters. Walking a few steps behind him, Naahdira scanned the street, looking towards the West Gate, longing to meet with the caravan there, but following common sense, remained, walking behind Hannibal.

As soon as they reached the West Gate, she grew exasperated as they packed everything away for the night, and found places to stay, drunk and exhausted. This was taking altogether too long. She wanted, no, she needed to get away from this place. As long as she remained here, she felt uneasy. Like she was watched. Judged.

Hated.

Naahdira had resigned to stay one more night, so, carrying her things with her, she had found her way to the rooftop of the building where most of the caravan was staying. Sitting with her back against the low wall that served as the flat roof's safety railing, she looked up into the sky, staring at the stars, while listening to the raucous noise of her fellow travelers below. She found the night sky... comforting, even though most of the atrocities she has committed have been at nighttime. For some reason, the endless stars let her sleep easy, and she drifted off.

---

Waking up to the sound of the camel masters of their caravan shouting at the laborers that carried their supplies to the animals, loading them, Naahdira stood up, and gathered her pack, slinging it around her shoulder, jumping down from the roof to a barrel that was placed against the wall, and landing on the ground. Following Hannibal, once again, she looked back once at the gates, before turning to the desert ahead. It felt.... good, to leave, as if there was a pressure that was crushing her that was... not removed, but lifted, greatly. Out here, on the sands, she was free of the dark thoughts in the quiet hours of the night, if only for one reason.

When they reached the Chasm of legend, she would throw herself in. It would be fitting, for her to die as far away from Oasis as possible.

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After a few hours of decently paced travel, Naahdira saw that quite a few of the caravan were panting, sweaty, and tired already. This caused her to frown. How did they ever expect to reach the end of the desert if they were so... weak? The woman's hood was up, protecting her from the sun while not hiding her face, and her cloak flapped behind her as she moved, walking purposefully, leaving light, almost imperceptible prints in the sand behind her.

Following the front group, a little to the left, and behind, close enough to listen, but not take part in the conversation, Naahdira noted that a man, wearing quite a bit of leather, had the same idea as her. This... made no sense. Why would you go into the desert, on a mission that could take years, wearing a leather longcoat???

Her frown growing deeper as they walked, eventually, she spoke up, without turning her head to the man.

"You do realize... we are going to be on the move for quite some time, yes? Why... do you have such a heavy garb?" She did not ask out of malice, rather, genuine confusion at the, (what seemed to her,) ignorance or defiance of nature's laws.


[System]
Gender: Male

Age: 24

Race: Salarian

Appearance:

Personality: Very intelligent, but tries not to flaunt it. He tends to avoid conflict, but can handle his own in a fight. He also has a tendency to get extremely over excited about simple scientific findings. He speaks quickly, sometimes even forgetting to breath as he talks. He voices his opinion honestly and sometimes harshly, but will be more inclined to use fact and not opinions.

Brief Back Story: Urtum spent most of his childhood in a Civilian ship's laboratory. He was bad at getting along with the other kids in the ship, what with all the time he spent in the lab and his being socially inept. Urtum's father created him an AI companion that he could talk to so he wouldn't be lonely. This AI was called A.L.I.S. which stands for Analysis, Linguistic, and Information System. He excelled in all things that dealt with science and when he got older was invited to become a part of the Salarian Special Task Force. After a few years working for the Salarian Military, he retired and became a scientist so he could pursue his true passion. He and A.L.I.S were stationed on an uncharted planet to be a part of a mining operation and is currently the lead scientist for the operation.

Biotic Powers(if any): None

[User] Urtum nodded at the medical officers comment, "Would be most likely. Impossible to produce stasis field of this magnitude without some help." As he finished talking the Commander and Angelo had entered the Medical Bay and Urtum nodded at them both. Pointing to his research he began to explain everything he had found to them as he had done with Baukus. Including the fact that both of them think that genetic manufacturing would be the most likely reason and adding at the end, "Know of place that specializes in genetic engineering and manufacturing? Need to follow lead as soon as possible. Could lead to person behind creatures at mine."

[Assistant] The commander and Angelo listened as they explained that the creature was a manufactured immortal. When he asked about a place that would be able to produce such beings the commander had to think for a moment before saying. "I can only think of one place that would be possible. However I doubt that it will be easy to find there since such a thing would be down right illegal. I'm starting to see the bigger picture. Urtum I need you to come with me. Angelo suit up when we get there you are to infiltrate the facility to see if my hunch is right. We will inform the council of what we know" she said as Angelo nodded and turned on his heel to head to his quarters and get ready.

[User] Urtum nodded, "Will link A.L.I.S.'s comms to you and Angelo. Will allow you to speak to A.I. companion. Very helpful." He followed the commander, "Would like to know our destination. Anything important to note?" As he walked he opened his Omni-tool and linked their comms to A.L.I.S.'s and making sure to transfer a copy of all the data he collected into his own personal notes.

[Assistant] The commander walked with him upstairs to the comms where she would link to the council as Angelo got ready. When he asked where they were going she explained "Tri-star research facility. I'm sure you have heard of it even though it's still fairly new. It was established with the idea that all species could research their respective fields and gain assistance if asked. It was created in the hopes that it would depend relations between the species. However the biggest strides in research are of course coming from salarian, Asari, and human scientists. It is also the only place I could think of that would house the technology to manufacture immortals while still doing so under the radar. If nothing else we will know how it would be possible to create immortals from these scientists" she explained just as they got to the com room

[User] Urtum nodded, "Have heard of facility. Good possibility." He followed the commander to the comms, tapping his chin as they walked, ideas and thoughts running through his mind constantly. His biggest question was why were the people behind this doing it. The work looks crude and rushed, it would have been far more efficient to continue finding better medical advancements and do more research. Some one was rushing to find a solution to everlasting life, but why?

[Assistant] Once they were in the comm room her ordered the ensign to establish the link to the council. It only took a few moments before the human ambassador for the council answered. He was a grizzled old man with scars on his face and a single missing eye. He looked like he went to hell and back and beat the shit out everyone in the process. He then said "report commander" then the commander said "sir we have reason to believe that someone is trying to manufacture immortals through illegal and unethical means. During a scouting mission we found a research facility was attacked. This scientist urtum is the only survivor. He can explain in more detail what he found out after examining the remains that my infiltrator Angelo find during said rescue"

[User] Urtum nodded at the council member and proceeded to explain what he had found and all he knew about the mining operation he was apart of, which wasn't much, but any information at this point is helpful. "Whole thing, very fascinating. Would like to stay aboard to help. I am best scientist for the job. Anyone else might get it wrong."

[Assistant] The counselman nodded intently listening to every detail. When the scientist finished he then said "very well, clearly something big is going on and I wouldn't want the only scientist that survived such an ordeal gone from my best ship urtum I will inform the dalatrass about your staying on the commanders ship. Commander as an n7 you will have full authority to search this facility. If you find anything I want you to inform us immediately. I don't have a good feeling about this so stay vigilant. Councilman out" he said before the hologram disappeared. The commander then turned to him and said "congrats Dr urtum. Welcome to my ship, you are now the chief science officer" she said holding her hand out to shake.

[User]
Urtum took a hold of the Commander's hand shaking it and nodding to her, "Thank you. Always wanted to work on a ship. Will need a better lab though. Have thoughts on where we can find suitable equipment. Have connections with reliable people."

A.L.I.S.'s hologram also popped up next to the Salarian bowing slightly towards the Commander."We are greatful for this opportunity Commander. We look forward to helping you with the situation. Doctor Ezon will serve you well." Giving a small smile the hologram fizzled out.

[Assistant] She couldn't help but smile as she shook his hand and noticed his mind already thinking of ways to improve the lab. She gave a nod to the AI when she appeared before she took her hand back. She then said "as I said before the closest one that would be able to help you in this investigation is our doctor so don't be afraid to call on him. If you have need of special equipment fill out a requisition form and I'll have the crew install it when we dry dock next. For now do whatever you need to to be prepared when we get to the science facility. Dismissed"

[User] Urtum nodded, spinning around in place and heading back to the medical bay to go over the notes and data a couple more times. He wanted to make sure he knew every inch of the data, you never know when even the smallest thing will be helpful. As he went over his findings he also began to compile quite the hefty, albeit reasonable, list of equipment and tools that he would need to further investigate the sample and do deeper research on any future findings.

[Assistant] The trip to the science station only took two more hours before the intercom said that they were exiting hyperspace. Once they did they saw the commander in her N7 gear ready for battle while they mailed the gigantic space station. It was like a skyscraper floating around a blue sun making it glow like a moon thanks to it's white stone surface. Angelo was already waiting by the transport ship even before the intercom said "professor urtum, commander, infiltrator Angelo report to the hanger for airlock." Thankfully it seemed that they would get in through the stations docking yard.

[User] Urtum got his research gathered together and prepared for arrival during the ride to the station. When he was called by the intercom to the hanger, he took a moment to double and triple check everything and then rushed off to meet the other two. He arrived last, but not my much, still going through all the information they had gathered on his omni-tool, commenting every bit of information to memory. He took a moment when he arrived to look up at the commander and give her a slight nod, "Looking forward to field work. Will not let you down. Besides. I am best alien for the job." He looked over at Angelo as well, also nodding towards him before briefly finishing up going through the data one last time.

[Assistant] The commander was able to appear in the hanger bay a little before the professor had a chance to show up. He looked like he was looking over his notes one last time before telling her that he was ready for field work. He then said "I'll hold you to that. We have no idea what will be waiting for us once we get there so stay by either me or Angelo" she ordered as they all got into the shuttle. Angelo gave him a nod before he took his seat and the shuttle was off taking them to the science facility.

[User] Urtum stood in the corner of the shuttle, holding onto one of the bars near the side doors. All of this stuff seemed exciting to the Salarian. After all those days doing simple research at some outskirts mining facility he could do with an interesting assignment like this. Besides, he never did like working for his former employers, they were always so secretive, in an unnerving kinda way.

[Assistant] It didn't take long for them to dock into the hanger. When they did and stepped out they were treated to a sight of pristine white. Not to mention merely the entrance had a few experimental shuttles and mass effect docking claws. Soon 3 of the lead scientists a salarian female with red markings on her face. A turian with yellow markings at the tips of his face and a human male with blond hair all wearing the colors of their home planet. The turian was the first to speak "what can we do for you commander? As far as I know we haven't done anything to warrant a council specteres visit

[User] Urtum walked out of the shuttle, following closely behind the commander, taking in all the scenery around him. The place was definitely nice, he was interested in all the equipment they had laying within the buildings, but he supposed that, that could wait. He looked forward at the group of three who approached them and as they began talking to the commander, Urtum opened up his Omni-tool and began to take notes on the three, everything from height and size, to how they spoke and their body language. The salarian figured it might be useful to know how these people acted, in case anything suspicious was going on.

[Assistant] The commander waited till they finished speaking before saying "we are here investigating your facility. We believe someone is doing something highly unethical and illegal. We would prefer your cooperation in searching for the culprit." She said in a low tone looking to see if any of them had any idea as to who they were looking for. However none of them showed any signs of recognition or if they did then they were very good at hiding it. The female salarian then said "if you feel it necessary commander. If you like we can take you to each of our facilities so you can inspect them yourself" she offered and the commander nodded "thank you for cooperating, we will try not to hinder your work here anymore then we have to" they nodded before they started to lead the way deeper into the facility past the decontamination rooms and into the labs themselves...

[User] The moment they passed decontamination and into the labs proper, Urtum became entranced in all the equipment. Raising a hand to get the attention of both the commander and the Salarian's attention, "May be helpful too look over research. Maybe able to find outlier in results, see if the information can point towards culprit." The scientist spoke as he peeked over the shoulders of some of the researches, trying to soak up as much information as he could as they continued forward.

[Assistant] When their resident scientist spoke up the commander listened. She was no scientist and if it would help he felt his strengths should be used elsewhere. She nodded and said "please have someone escort our scientist to you archives so he can get a closer look at your results" while the turian was a bit apprehensive he nodded and decided to take him.

[User] Urtum followed, eyeing all the lab equipment and scientists as they passed. This science station seemed to do a large scope of different research, it seemed biology and bio engineering were just some of the many fascinating things these scientists work on. Even with all his amazement and excitement, Urtum had a bit of a perplexed and almost disappointed expression. He began to comment on the research as they made their way to the archives, "Research and experiments too inefficient. Could provide twice the results with my methods. Lab could use an upgrade as well. Equipment seems... a bit last year."

[Assistant]
As they walked through to the archives the turian sighed as he talked about how inefficient it was. When he mentioned that their equipment was last he scratched one of his facial plates and said "that's to be expected. While we are approved as a research facility none of our home planets want to expose their latest advancements to the others for fear of loosing an edge. Each department is deliberately given older models to use for research. The only places with current and even advanced equipment at the areas that are exclusive for that species." He explained as they soon found their way to the large archive looking like a grand library with many younger scientists researching and looking through them.

In the mean time the commander and Angelo kept moving forward following the salarian to where they were meant to find the facility able to produced the monstrosities on the planet Angelo had searched.

[User]
Urtum shook his head, "Silly to have so much research not shared. Other species often help further advances in scientific research." He mused as they continued to the archives. Making notes in his head about the bits and pieces of information he could see from over the shoulders of scientists. If he could pick up any kind of drastic inconsistency or off putting data from any of the experiments and research they passed, it would make the search through the archives easier and quicker. Although nothing he passed really jumped out at him.

When they finally made it to the archives, Urtum opened his Omnitool and began scrubbing through the data, quickly letting the Commander know that his search had started.


[System]
Age: 19

 Magic: Trinity's Magics -

Energy Make (A Rank) - Caster Magic. Lost Magic. Taught by her father. Trinity molds energy into a state where it can interact with matter. She can manipulate the qualities of this energy-substance to be immaterial or material, and what kind of discharge contact with it will give. She can create a discharge of force, electricity, heat, and light. Pain is something she achieves through heat, electricity, and moderated amounts of force in odd directions. Unless she employs a special technique, she can only vaguely control Energy Make objects she is not within five feet of. She can cheat and create wires, though.

Energy Make can absorb energies, though this may render the energy 'substance' difficult to contain.

Bard's Legerdemain (A Rank) - Caster Magic. Taught by her mother. She can use this magic to play any instrument within 100 feet of her without touching it. It will float as needed, and may even move with her as she moves, but she cannot control an instrument expressly to move it. On its own, this magic must be used to perform. She can do something like play a single note and it counts, though.

She can cheat this a little bit and combine the magic with Energy Make to make an instrument. She creates a blueprint of the instrument and uses Bard's Legerdemain to give it a shape. She doesn't really understand quite how it works, herself. She describes it as imprinting something within the magic of Bard's Legerdemain onto the Energy Make. Trinity can conjure into existence any instrument she knows how to play. She can even create unique, custom instruments, though these creations require more magic power than a generic instrument.

Arrows Magic (B Rank) - Holder Magic, using a magic quiver. Taught by her uncle Weigraf. Trinity can use this magic to conjure arrows to fire as projectiles from a bow. The arrows can take on a wide variety of effects, from exploding into a chunk of ice on contact or becoming a bolt of flame, to bursting into a net, carrying a homing signal, or homing in on that signal.

Fire Arrow ★★+, Ice Arrow ★★+, Lightning Arrow ★+, Wind Arrow ★★★★
Love Arrow ★★★★★ (Energy Make Combo) - Love Arrow is an arrow made from Trinity's magic power (with a little Energy Make), and she can shoot it to give strength to an ally. The power of love bolsters and purifies... or something?
"They say loves heals, right?"
Beacon Arrow ★★★ (Energy Make Combo) - Beacon Arrow turns an arrow into a magic beacon, which can be used for a number of things, such as a homing beacon for Homing Arrow.
Homing Arrow ★★★ (Energy Make Combo) - Homes in on the Beacon Arrow.
Net Arrow ★★★★ - Fires an arrow that turns into a net.
Ringing Arrow ★★★★ - Fires an arrow that makes a noise.
Bright Arrow ★★★★ - Fires an arrow that emits light.

Requip (D Rank) - Trinity was taught this magic for the convenience of it, which was the motivation for the woman who taught it to her, her aunt Vivian. As an act of disgust with the woman's purpose, Trinity doesn't actually use it much, but she does use it for certain important items.
Rainbow Quiver - Necessary for Trinity's Arrows Magic.
Midnight Alloy Crescent Moon Staff - Mysterious. Gnarled. The night sky sparkles in the metal of the crescent moon that adorns the top of this staff. It asks for something...

 Magic Level: A

 History: Trinity was part of a minor noble family in Minstrel. She learned music, of course, and found a preference for the harp. Her father taught her Energy Make. She lived a calm, peaceful life, playing with and learning her magic, until a Guild (that was, at the time, a Light Guild) attacked her home. She was rushed to the basement by servants, hiding her away in a shelter below. They later emerged to find her father missing, her mother tearful but strong.

Her mother had instructions from Lord Stratos, and met their daughter with a staff, made from a gnarled branch, with some crescent resting on the end, made of some mysterious metal. She was to take the staff with her and go to her second uncle's home in Midi, where she would learn archery with her second cousin. There she stayed for two years. After, she moved in with her great aunt Vivian in Stella, who showed her how to Requip items, and some "finer points of being a lady," though such phrasing made Trinity scoff. Neither of her parents had been very intent on teaching her manners, so she never saw the importance.

After almost one year with Vivian, Trinity then took to wandering. Living under someone else's roof was too stifling (particularly Vivian's...), and she wasn't used to these people, as nice as they were.

She went west, across Bosco, and into Fiore.

 Personality: Though a bit of a drifter, she's a carefree, sweet young woman.

 Guild: Phoenix Wing
 Team Members: Karn, Fleo, Ariel

 Three Strengths:
 1. Music
 2. Physical Science Savant
 3. Agile, Dextrous
 Three Weaknesses:
 1. Physically meager
 2. Idealistic
 3. Rude? There's a word I can't think of...

 Greatest Love: Life Music
 Motivation: Step 1, find dad, Step 2, bring Metal home
 Appearance: Trinity wears her white hair short, framing a soft face and heterochromatic eyes. One is gold, the other purple. She dresses in cropped and tailored red robes.

 Have we met before...?

 Additional Details: Likes exploring ruins and old magic stuff.

Theme(s): Main Theme, maybe?

"アアチェリのまほう！" [Archery Magic!]

"エエナギ・マアく" [Energy Make]

[User]
Prince
Fiore || Magnolia || Train Station
Interacting: Sasha, Shujin

The tall feline simply chuckled in response to Sasha, winking a little playfully. He had guessed she wouldn't be the type to hit him for that. Unless he did something pretty bad, she seemed pretty forgiving. Nice girl really. That, and maybe she just wasn't sure if this was normal behavior for his kind. Most humans seem to disregard that, in which Prince usually did in turn just to annoy them.

Prince's ears twitched at the conversation, slightly lowering in a attempt to stop the loud ringing caused by Sasha loud shouts of anger. Being this close to them hurt his sensitive ears. But he didn't complain and only cracked his good eye open to watch the two, possibly, bickering siblings. Sasha's shouts were drawing other passengers looks, staring in confusion, curiousity and fear.

Her tirade was understandable, but not quite the tactful place to have one. After all, normal people tended to fear wizards when they got mad. It made them uneasy and think the train was about to explode. She was also sharing quite a bit of her past in the open in her anger. What sort of surprised him the most is when she motioned to the rest of them as her 'family' or friends. Even though she had barely just met two of them who weren't Guildmembers, and had little interaction with the other. It could be seen as quite naive, but it showed she did have a caring heart.

Stretching a little, Prince hummed and smiled brightly, despite the tense situation. "Now now, don't raise that pretty voice of yours. You'll start cracking it and cause people to worry." he said to Sasha with a smile and patted her knee comfortly with a deep purr in a minor attempt for the sound to sloth her a little, his tail flicking a bit to the rest of the passengers and subtly notified her growing silent audience.

"How about this handsome gentleman take a seat with us and you two can calmly explain your sides of the story mhm?" he suggested with a hum. This little family situation he probably shouldn't but into since he really didn't know much about it. Though it was interesting to listen to.

[Assistant]
Wes
Location: Unknown Forest

He just sat there, his back leaning on the tree, thinking about his lost memories and the ones from Edolas. For some reason his memory just flowed back into his mind once he returned to Earth Land. Perhaps it was his gravity magic that you could feel and the memories that he had with it over the years. But strangely enough, his magic felt different. Unsure if it was because of the lack of magic in Edolas that strengthen his body's magic capabilities or the Meta surgery that he went through that bonded microscopic lacrimas to fuse inside his body to allow him absorb and manipulate light. What time was he in? Because when he saw Sasha and Lazarus during his fight, it looked like they didn't age in the slightest, compared to him since he lived in Edolas for about ten years.

There were more questions on his mind, but only one rose up to make him remember what he was doing before he was in Edolas. Discover who his teacher truly is and his true motive for razing his home town.

Wes would have continued trailing off in his thoughts, but Gentsai and Taris found him, with Edo Shutler carrying Wes's armor. "Better have some energy because you left." Shutler said as threw the armor beside Wes. Sighing, Gentsai walked closer to Wes as he tried forming his thoughts. "I must say, I didn't think Earth Land would feel this great. It proves Taris's theory to be is correct with how Earth Land's abundance source can help stabilize our Meta coding. Especially for you since that armor was the only thing restraining your light meta powers."

"I suppose so, but I need to tell you something." There was bit of silence as Wes thought about where he could begin. "First, I must thank you all for helping me. When I was injured and the first person that I met was you, I was lost and couldn't remember anything. With you, Taris, and Shutler's help, I was able to recuperate. But ever since we arrived, I could remember everything from my past. The being that said, my real name is Wes Gusto of from Earth Land, and a member Phoenix Wing. I don't know why the other guild members would go to such length to stop us, but that's why I need to go to the their guild hall and talk to Jamie to see what I missed while I was away and try telling her and the others to not attack you guys." Picking himself up and standing, there was something else. "Before Edolas and the guild, I lived in the town of Jazand. There, I didn't have to best upbringing, but there was this man that thought me magic. But at the by the end, he only used the magic that he taught me to raze my town and frame me for the event. Now, I need to find whoever he is and know why he did it. I'm sorry to leave you all so earlier but-"

Gentsai cut Wes off as he raised his hand, which got Wes's attention. "It's understandable, Wes. I can't stop someone from going to where they belong or make them do something else. So permission or not, you can leave and its fine by me. This is your home after all. But if you ever want to contact us, you have our communication lacrima. Also, once you talk with Phoenix Wing, please tell them that we mean no harm, just a home for ourselves."

"You can even take the gear that we gave you. If Earth Land has the needed resources, I'm sure I can create another one, possibly even better since we're actually in Earth Land." Taris said as she smirked.

"Thank, again, thank you. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for any of you." Wes said as he began putting part of his armor on and picked up his glaive. With that, Wes nodded and waved as they went their separate ways.

Gentsai
Location: Unknown Forest

After awhile when Wes left, Gentsai decided to talk about something to Taris. "I know this is already an obvious question. But are we really the only ones from Edolas that got sent here."

"Sadly yes sir. The attacks from the earthlander's fire magic caused the anima to lose some energy and allow only us to leave Edolas."

"I see. But I could also feel it throughout the titan. At some point in time, every edolasian that was in the titan just vanished, teleported, or something. Probably because of those earthlanders."

"But it's not just that. Shutler, you have to control you're counterpart somehow. What he did was against what Gentsai would have commanded."
Edo Shutler simply shrugged as they were all sitting and eating. "It's strange. Although we're practically the same, there's something about him that feels different."

[User]
[James]

James was just a hair second faster than Penny, and he didn't hold back. "Holy Smite!" The power in the spell wasn't that it was a light spell of immense power, but that when it connected, it used the darkness inside a person's soul against them to cause pain equal to the sins committed. Even as the smite flew towards the woman, he was following up with a Shield Bash to stun her. "Darkness can never prevail so long as we light the way."

[Assistant]
Train
A suspicious individual had approached them from the shadows, revealed himself (more or less) to be Sasha's brother, and just as quickly, the mood in the room had changed fast enough to inflict whiplash. Twice.

This conversation sounded a bit more personal than she was comfortable with, too, what with all the personal demons and what not rapidly showing themselves. Time to bail. But... stay nearby.

Trinity slinked her way away from that particular group, to go crowd Nero instead. She halted her violin playing so she could lean in close and inspect this "Horned One" Nero brought out. "What is... that...?" It didn't look like anything in particular. Besides a tiny abomination.


[System]
Alias: Flake
Sex: Male
Age: 20
Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Appearance:

His eyes are often bloodshot, his eyelids heavy from sleep, and his body is usually deprived of food. Dirt crusts all of the jet-black hair on his head, the likes of which he never styles and rarely cuts. He never shaves, instead opting to use a dagger to cut hair off when it gets too long for his convenience. Usually, this means he has facial stubble and relatively short hair. His teeth are more-or-less aligned, and are mostly yellow, but he has one missing tooth on the right side of his lower jaw. His jaw is fairly sharp, and his chin is rounded. Overall, he has a rough look to him.

His body is lean and very muscular. He has dense bones, dense muscles, and thick, calloused skin. He is about average height, 5'8", and weighs around 130lbs. His strength is divided about evenly between his upper and lower body, and he is extremely agile. His body is iron-hard from years of combat, and he wears many scars on his exposed flesh, many of which he treated himself.

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Personality: Harsh and exacting, but seeks moral good. Makes puns and jokes to himself. He has great wisdom and charisma, although he isn't too knowledgeable about much aside from economics and combat. His main personality feature is his control over his emotions - he doesn't like it when people learn more about him than he learns about them, so he takes great pains to blank out his expressions when around hostile influences. In addition, he is a loner, but is very sociable. He likes to play with other people and to learn from them as much as possible. His playfulness is rarely more prominent than a mere mischievous tendency, but he is prone to making games out of otherwise boring situations even when it inconveniences others.

The one most important part of his personality is that he is rarely serious. He jokes a lot so that he can keep himself thinking. When he stops thinking is when he becomes most dangerous, since he defaults to analysis of his surroundings, and consequently, the weaknesses of those around him. He is only serious when he is in a truly challenging situation, or when his life is at stake, and he rarely offers mercy or consideration to others when in this state, despite his tendency for moral goodness.

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Backstory: Flake grew up under the close observation of her father, who was the captain of the Talgot city guard. Talgot was the capitol of Kiodomn, the kingdom in which he lived. Sheckels were the main currency, and thirty were needed each month to provide modest accommodations and enough food for one person to survive. His childhood wasn't very difficult since his father earned enough for the family, but one day, his father didn't return from work. After that day, Flake and his mother tried making a living on their own, but his mother ended up starving herself to keep her son alive.

To avoid squandering his mother's efforts, Flake ended up trying to join the guard force of Talgot. He learned after joining the guard that it was a burdensome job full of ass-kissing and chores as opposed to actual fighting, so he gritted his teeth and bore with it as he searched for another job. During this time, he weighed three options: he could try to get an honest job like a guard, he could join in competitions to make money, like a bar-fighter, or he could get an illegal job, like an assassin. As he searched, he found the perfect role model, and thusly, the perfect job: The Bounty Hunter.

He immediately quit his job as a guard by challenging the guard captain, Drake, to a duel. He ended up winning the duel, then used his fame to march into the Sweeper's Hall and ask for a bounty. From that day forward, his legacy as a bounty hunter began. He would spare many of his victims if he saw it morally right and they let him exchange their lives for proof of their death. He only had to kill a few of his targets, and even then, he never did so by accident. The Sweeper started to respect him quite quickly. But that's when the Hardest Night of Winter came along and he earned his nickname, "Flake."

The Hardest Night of Winter is an event that he rarely talks about due to how gruesome and horrific it was. The word "genocide" would be inadequate for describing the event. A mixture of snow, thunder, and monstrous creatures attacked the town and darned near annihilated the guard forces. But Flake teamed up with Drake and repelled the creatures by analyzing their attacks and telling Drake what to do. Drake himself gave Flake the nickname since he supposedly, "danced through the wind like a snowflake, untouchable, unseeable, heartless, cold, and deadly." Flake decided to keep the name, since it was the first and only accolade he had to his name aside from his successful bounty hunting.

Immediately after getting the name of Flake, the Sweeper of Talgot honored him with the unnamed bounty they had in reserve. Flake eagerly accepted it, completely unaware of the lasting implications of doing so.

And so the story continues...

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Equipment:
- Armor: He has a set of leather armor that covers his body from the base of his neck to his ankles, leaving only his hands and feet exposed. Beneath the leather armor is a set of thinly-woven steel chainmail and thin cloth padding, and there are metal ribs along the forearm sections of the armor. He wears dark leather boots with iron-plated and cushioned soles.
- Weapons: He uses a straight, 50cm long falchion with a smoothed and ergonomically designed ebony handle and a weighted pummel. The hand-guard on the weapon is minimal. He has three balanced daggers arranged parallel to his oblique. Additionally, he keeps a composite shortbow with a draw weight of 60lbs in his rucksack(unstrung).
- Carrying Equipment: He has a rucksack with 2 cubic feet of volume and 40lbs of carrying capacity, one quiver with 20 arrows, and a bandolier that can hold up to 3 daggers. He also has a coin purse that is almost always empty.
- Other Equipment: Varies. Usually he has a set of spare clothes, a mirror, and at least one day's worth of food and water in his rucksack. Sometimes he carries extra supplies or equipment to carry out a bounty.

[User]
The only response that Raine got to her demand was a clanging sound, which made her glare in that direction. "I told you to make yourself visible, not-" Her sentence was cut short as a familiar voice echoed throughout the alleyway and, with narrowed eyes, she turned around, not surprised to see that tax collector guy coming her way. "You gave me a warning for attacking you, not for standing here and minding my own business." The assassin pointed out with yet another glare. "So why don't you go on back to your tax collection booth and cheat more people out of their-" Raine was cut off once again by a voice whose source was currently unknown.

*This is really irritating.*The girl thought as she glanced around to see if she could at least get a glimpse of the one doing this but, as expected, they did a good job at keeping themselves hidden. Suddenly, she turned back towards the big bulk of a man and asked: "Is this what you do to people that don't pay taxes? Get your buddies interrogate them when they're alone?" By that time, the absence of the tax collector had attracted the curiosity of many of his customers, who were currently watching from the entrance of the alley.

Raine, however, was not interested in the public attention, though she figured that messing with this man in her own little way once more could prove to be fun. She had a plan of her own: make it seem like everyone one was distracted by the drama she was causing then somehow get the mimic to show himself. She wasn't sure why he was doing this but figured that it had been done for some personal reason. Now she had to find a way to get the actor from behind the curtain. It was show time.

"Well, Mr. Tax Collector?" The assassin said in a serious yet teasing voice. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

[Assistant]
As Drake continued walking down the alleyway, the lady with the dagger turned around, her narrow eyes piercing through the tax collector's soul. "You gave me a warning for attacking you, not for standing here and minding my own business., So why don't you go on back to your tax collection booth and cheat more people out of their-" then came the second voice. Drake looked around, trying to find the source based on the reverberations, but the sound seemed to come from multiple directions,*clearly an amateur ventriloquist.*

After a second, Drake being considerably closer to Raine, she turned back around and said, "Is this what you do to people that don't pay taxes? Get your buddies and interrogate them when they're alone?" Drake continued walking, ignoring her words as he did so.*I wish I'd just taken her coin to shut her up,*he thought, grimacing. Before long, she was talking yet again, this time in a mocking tone, "Well, mister tax collector? What do you have to say for yourself?" Drake brushed past Raine quite casually, but was then greeted by two more voices.

Flake adjusted his voice towards the back end of the alley once more and, in the same voice as before, he said, "one more step and we'll shoot the girl." The sound reverberated off the wall perfectly, but then, Flake decided to add one more voice, this one a bit more raspy and aged, "Yeah, don't take another step, ya' punk." Flake then watched as Drake stepped in front of Raine, shielding her from the unseen enemies at the back of the alley. He reached for his sword, saying, "You know who you're messing with?" He grasped the hilt of his sword, his knuckles popping from the sudden strain.

Flake adjusted his voice once again and, in the raspy voice, he retorted, "dern' straight. We're talking to the drunkest bas** in Talgot." Drake gritted his teeth, but the voice wasn't echoing in the same way. He quickly looked up, but all he could see were balconies.*He's on a balcony, but which one?*Drake was glad for the excitement, but he didn't want any civilians getting hurt, especially due to him. In a low voice, Drake told Raine, "hey, miss whoever-you-are, look up, see if you spot any movement." Flake sighed silently, knowing that they were already on to his little plan. He closed his eyes and retreated from view a half-minute ago when Drake first started to look up. He was now waiting, thinking up the next move in his little game.

[User]
Raine smirked a bit as the man ignored her. It didn't bother her at all, especially since she managed to get the crowd rowdy. They were murmuring to each other and pointing towards the area where the tax collector and Raine were standing. Her victory was short lived, though, and the threat of being shot at brought her attention back to what she truly wanted to do: find out who was currently taunting her and the man in the armor.

She pulled her dagger from it's hiding spot beneath her cloak and got into a defensive stance, even if it wouldn't stop her from getting a bullet. Because of this, she didn't mind when the man covered in armor stepped in front of her, shielding her from the hidden threat.*A cannon would probably only make a dent in that thing...*the assassin thought with a low whistle and then pushed the thought away so she could focus on the voice coming from the other end of the alley. Raine also picked up on the difference in the way the sound of the voice each echoed off the walls and she too glanced up, expecting to see the owner of the voice.

"hey, miss whoever-you-are, look up, see if you spot any movement."

"My name is Misti...and I saw movement about ten feet from where we're standing at an angle of elevation of about sixty six degrees." She mumbled to him. "Any plans on how we're going to get him to show himself, Mr. whatever-your-name-is?" Apparently they were working together now, or at least that's what Raine assumed, so she figured that creating a plan that they both could efficiently execute together would be a smart thing to do.

[Assistant]
Drake noted and ignored the low whistle the lady behind him uttered, then listened as she whispered, "My name is Misti." Drake grinned as she continued, instantly checking off "meet a smartass lady" from his bucket list. "and I saw movement about ten feet from where we're standing at an angle of elevation of about sixty six degrees. Any plans on how we're going t get him to show himself, Mr. whatever-your-name-is?" After hearing her speak, all Drake could do was roll his eyes and continue looking sharp, hoping to notice when the enemy made a move.

Flake carefully listened to their words as they attempted to quietly speak to one another, then decided to reveal himself.*Who would've known. So lady assassins do learn something at that academy*he thought, silently drawing his saber. He rested it against his arm, then picked up a rock, adjusted his voice towards the back wall once more, and shouted, in a new, scratchy voice, "Fire!!" After doing so, he threw the rock at a trashcan and jumped from the balcony, launching himself down with aid from the railing.

Drake braced himself for a heavy projectile, but none came, instead the plink of a rock hit a trashcan. "ABOVE!" he shouted, instantly pulling his sheath down along his back, drawing his blade with a loud, metallic screech. The figure was falling so fast that his features were nearly indistinguishable, besides his black leather armor and glinting blade. The guard's huge blade only barely made it out of it's sheath as Flake's blade slammed onto the captain's helmet, releasing a few bright sparks and a powerful thud. Drake stumbled back for a second, trying to pull his sword back towards his chest, but Flake was moving too quick for the heavy soldier.

"Hey buddy," Flake said, swiftly chopping at the joint of the gauntlet against his radial plate. The heavy soldier's hand instantly released from shock, causing his weapon to fall to the ground. "YOU!!!" Drake roared, reaching for the man with his other hand. Flake instantly brought his saber over to the man's other arm, savagely whacking the same spot on his other arm, this time with the blunt side of the blade.

"Yeah," Flake said, quickly shifting positions. At the moment he finished speaking, he delivered a sideways thrust-kick directly at the soldier's chest plate, tossing him back at the assassin, "me." The soldier landed on the ground with a resounding thud, and as the sound echoed across the alley, Flake sheathed his saber, a wide smirk on his face.

"How'd you sleep, missy?" Flake asked, directing his attention towards Raine as his royally-pissed-off friend started to get up once again. The crowd near the entrance to the alley was erupting with conversation as Flake watched the lady, the sounds of metal plate thundering as Drake quickly got to his feet, grabbing his large sword with a grunt. "You owe me five for that act, ya idiot," Drake mumbled, sheathing his sword smoothly as he stood up once more.


[System]
"Ah...hello, my precious little Student. I am rather busy, so if we could make this quick?..."

"Livia Fiore, my dear."
"Headmistress Fiore will do just fine."
Nicknames/Titles:
Lady Fiore.

"My, how rude. Let's just say I'm still young enough to do everything you think about~"
Age:
?? (Presumably somewhere in her late 30's, 40's or early 50's. No one really knows, honestly. Still manages to look in her early 30's regardless)

"My my, what an odd question. I am definitely female~"
Gender:
Female

"Aha, I am a funny little human...probably~"
Race:
Human?

"My, you're not asking me out on a date, are you?"
Sexuality:
Bisexual.

"My magic? Well...now now, a good magician never reveals her secrets."
Magic:
Necromancy, spirit communication and manipulation.

[User]
The kitten walked nervously through the eeriely silent halls, ears straining to hear any sound aside from the ones caused by her own quiet footfalls. Until she gathered herself towards the end of the hallway all she noticed were rooms not worthy of a peasant due to their state of disrepair. Still though, her curiosity forced her to examine each and every place as she passed them by for at least a couple of seconds - the girl couldn't help it.

When she tried her luck with the last door on the hallway though she was pleasantly surprised to see it didn't open, and then irritated as it wouldn't open. The planks appeared to be in suspiciously good repair compared to the decaying wood of the rest of the castle. Of course she instantly began to wonder if there was perhaps something interesting on the other side. She gave the air a sniff to see what she could smell ... perhaps a decaying body? The scent of rotting timbers? Perfume even? A kitten relied on their nose as well as their ears, after all.

No matter what it smelled like though curiosity would get the better of her as she looked towards the scaffolding. She wouldn't want to live on it, but she had been on top of many a narrower branch in bad weather. The girl set her food out on the old planks and began to move across it, hoping it'd wrap around to the other side and possibly let her into the room.

If Meowka wasn't warned she would have had complete justification to claw the annoying girl's face until she'd never be bothered again. But with the Archmage having given her a warning she figured that her master would be upset if she did such a thing. So instead she simply let out a loud hiss a couple of seconds after the girl hopped off as a way of letting out her frustration from being bounced ontop of like she was some sort of toy.

The little girl and the dragon had come along with them. Fantastic. The cat was content to listen to their conversation until they began to talk about her littermate. "What's going through her head? Probably nothing at all." For a few seconds Meowka's entire body became hostile as she thought about that failure of a familiar before forcing herself to calm down a bit. If she made her distaste too apparent then her entire plan would be fruitless. "Anyways we should keep going. Haven't heard you cat at all - nope." She genuinely didn't, but she did hope that the castle might do her work for her.

[Assistant]
Eith the Shellagh and Lunalel Lightsword

"I doubt I'll be of much use in here. I'll go take a look at outside. Maybe you're eyes can catch something in here Miren." Luna said as she took her leave outside.

Eith meanwhile, considered going after her, but was unsure of what to do. She looked to Miren, who would tell her what to do. She didn't want to leave the bunny alone... Well, as alone as one can get with a demon like Marie hanging around. Eith wanted to say that she was someone... But she couldn't remember.

Katherine Lindall and Solana

"Oh my, a path downward." Katherine noted. It was easy to tell that it was dark down there. She thought about mentioning that it was nice to have a magic user from the Lightsword house, but she felt that this "Lightsword" wasn't basking in the power of Light-Magic like that Knightess. "Shall we head down into Hell together?" Katherine joked a bit, pondering what to do for light? Well, if nothing else, they could easily make a torch with some of the materials around here.

"Down into hell?" Solana had to ask, curious. "We're not really going to right?"

Katherine couldn't help but giggle a bit, "Well, one of us probably will, but it's not you or that dragon there... Most likely." The Teacher said, eyeing the dragon for a couple of seconds. "Either way, it's a figure of speech. Just prepare for the worst here. Hopefully, there will be an answer for us down here. OH! And, uhm, Sorcha was it? I sent a small search team out for that cat, I'd hate for someone to lose a life on this journey. Isn't that right, Meowka?" She asked, patting the cat on the head again.

[User]
~Ancient Castle: Interior ~
Katherine - Meowka - Sorcha - Sol

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"Ah...thank you, Katherine." Sorcha replied. "And yes, Sorcha is my given name - I am assuming Livia has said quite a bit about me." The dragon chuckled, turning her head towards Sol. "Stay close to me little one, hm?" Sorcha said, patting her on the head as they began to descend the stairs.

The descent was blessedly short, the steep staircase carrying them a floor below the castles first level. As Katherine expected, light was going to be a problem. No one had been in the castle for ages. It'd be silly to expect lit torches in an old ruin. Thankfully for them, it was easy enough to find a source of light as they descended. A few old torches were sitting in little slots on the walls, though most were worn and wooden, but a torch was a torch and a source of light would be needed to venture into the lower floors. If Katherine managed to light the torch, the group moved down into the basement floors, the small source of light illuminating enough to see a few feet in front of them clearly.

"Hm...it smells like no one's been here for a long time." Sorcha commented, holding onto Sol's hand. "We should be careful though. Old ruins like this tend to attract many number of beasts. Including dragons."

With the limited light, the group could at least see there was a large underground chamber of some sort, with a number of rooms shooting off. For the most part the place seemed in fairly good condition. It seemed to be some sort of...jail? Dungeon of sorts. Several rooms seemed to be small, nothing more than cells for holding a handful of people.

Explore the lower floor. If there was to be treasure, it'd probably be here.
Head back up. No telling what's here. Maybe even a dragon. Probably bad to run into one of those.

Eith, and Miren

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"A-ah! Right, I'll keep an eye on things here, Luna." Miren replied before turning to Eith. "Alright, Eith." Miren hopped over to the hound. "We'll looking for anything that might be records of experiments on erm...living beings." Miren reached over, patting the dog on the head in an attempt to at least make her feel more at ease. "There's a lot to cover on my own, so a little help would be nice...e-erm, if you could help me look..." She didn't want to stress the hound out, but she doubted Marie would help...as evidence by the fact the white demon was following after Luna.

Marie sighed, ignoring the rabbit and the hound, walking after Luna slowly. She honestly didn't like anyone here. All of them hated her, she could tell. That was fine. Wasn't anything new. Wasn't her fault they couldn't understand who she was or what she deserved. She was PRIDE. The granddaughter of he who would usurp and kill God. She was perfection incarnate and she didn't need any of those fools.

And she wouldn't let this filthy library dirty her clothes either, since she currently had no way to instantly clean herself since her mom sealed most of her magic.

Help Miren. Seems like the logical choice.
Follow Luna. Miren could probably handle herself. Wasn't the first time she was on an expedition like this after all.

Maoin

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From what she could tell after sniffing the air, there was definitely something odd. It smelled like another cat?...but there was something else there too. It was odd. There was definitely cat there, but there was something else...perhaps goat? It was difficult to tell entirely. The room must have been kept well, or at least not have anything that could be of more help to be identified with her nose. Perhaps it was just the lingering smell of some animals passing through. Chances were good at least, though. Either way, the kitten ignored it in favor of checking the scaffolding.

Maoin stepped carefully onto the scaffolding, the old wood planks creaking wearily under her weight but for the most part seemed stable. Aside from the potential for the entire thing to come crashing down, it was rather peaceful out here. A constant, but cool breeze was blowing. Below, she could see a garden and Luna, who was currently walking out of a the library by herself. The garden itself was obviously overgrown and in complete disrepair, but that was likely not important to the kitten.

The kitten's attention was on the scaffolding and making sure she didn't fall. Her swift, careful footsteps, carried her easily across the planks, and it seemed her theory that they might have a way to the other side of the room might be correct. Barely a few feet out of the window and onto the scaffolding the scaffolding stopped abruptly, an old work ladder worked into the old structure lead upwards to the next floor of the building.

Whatever happened here, it had taken out a chunk of the entire wall with it, making it impossible to reach this part of the castle from the hallways. Once she was up, the crack in the floor she saw from the floor below became much more visible. The roof of the room had caved in, but someone had clearly gotten rid of the rubble long ago. She had a clear view from the room from above now, and it was very clear that someone or something had been living here recently. A pile of pillows had been tossed together in a corner fo the room in an effort to make a makeshift bed. It seemed that the far wall of the room had been eroded away as well, giving Maoin a clear view of the courtyard and an old fountain from here. A fine layer of dust on everything though, seemed to indicate that whoever had was long gone, however.

So...what would Maoin do now? The smell of a cat...goat? Or was that a snake? Whatever it was, it was still there and somewhat stronger now.

Drop into the room. Looks abandoned, probably nothing dangerous in there.
Head back. Suspiciously silent still. Probably not a good idea. Luna's over there, she'd probably be a good person to drag into your misadventure.
Stay and rest a bit. It's oddly tranquil up here, and if you turn around there's a lovely view of the garden and the forest. A good place to collect your thoughts, maybe.

Luna, Marie

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Luna, shortly followed by Marie, made their way into the garden. The place was overgrown, but one could clearly see that at least some point it was a well kept garden. A large tree could be seen on the opposite end of the garden, looming over the place and creating a long shadow over the garden. Aside from the chirps of a few birds here, all was otherwise silent as the two walked out onto the old stone path that led through the once well kept garden. On one of the walls, there's a scaffolding that looks like it leads to a hole in the wall.

...was that Maoin? Either way, the scaffolding doesn't look sturdy enough to support Luna's weight, but perhaps she could get creative if she wanted to get up.

Marie completely ignore Luna, and started walking deeper into the place, and she'd quickly be lost among the overgrown foliage if Luna didn't make an attempt to follow.

Follow Marie. Probably not a good idea to be alone here.
Explore the garden. Might be something of interest here.
try and climb the scaffolding? Yeah, probably a really bad idea


[System]
* Age: 23
* Gender: Female
* Appearance: An tall young woman with short fair hair (apparently cut by herself or otherwise cut badly by someone else), a pale complexion and dull blue eyes. Her build is angular and muscular, with any fat that might have gone towards a charming feminine physique ruthlessly utilized elsewhere.
* Personality: Louisa (or 'Lou' as she is more commonly known) is approachable, straightforward, and rational in her demeanor, but internally she is haunted by a constant feeling of malaise and dissonance with regards to the path her life has taken, as if her mind has never quite caught up to the massive and traumatic changes of the last five years (i.e. the world ending, moving to the other side of the world, and becoming an experimental bio-weapon), or as if by some vague yet terrible mistake she has ended up living someone else's story. As a result, she can appear distant, or uninterested, or forgetful, and it can take a while for others to make an impression on her. In a practical sense, this resulted in her scoring below average on the psychometric tests of leadership and psychostability issued during her induction to the mechframe programme.
* History:
Louisa grew up in an utterly unremarkable and featureless housing development somewhere in the English midlands. At 18, she was working part-time as an agricultural worker, whilst her few friends had left to attend university elsewhere in the country, and looking with anxiety towards a decidedly uninteresting future. Needless to say, her plans of small-town angst were cut short when the Warped appeared, and disaster after disaster after disaster followed.

Her family was not among those lucky enough to be at the front of the queue of evacuees awaiting resettlement, and after almost two years of delays and confusion they ended up stuck in a temporary housing settlement when an outbreak of Warped swept through.

Louisa was seriously injured, but not fatally, and with the queue of evacuees infront of them substantially shortened by the attack, within a week her family was abled to receive settlement inside the Greater London Fortified Zone. With the medical services under massive strain, Louisa was given rushed and largely inadequate triage surgery for her wounds, and kicked out with little more than a dose of antibiotics and a prayer. Almost miraculously - or, in hindsight, suspiciously - she seemed to recover successfully with incredible speed, and disappeared into the obscurity of the desperate millions clining onto civilization.

Two years later, whilst receiving an X-ray for a fractured rib she received whilst working as a labourer on the city walls, she was surprised when a squad of men resembling a SWAT team in business suits unceremoniously black-bagged her and tossed her into emergency military quarantine. It turned out that whatever doctor had triaged her two years previously had not noticed, or at least not considered, the Echidna parasite well-established but apparently dormat in her body.

The following months - was it a year now? - passed as a blur, as after threats of jailtime, medical experimentation, and exile were thrown around, Louisa met with a woman representing a Japanese organization launching some kind of scholarship programme targetted at rare parasitized but stable humans. She offered protection, evacuation and specialist training to Louisa, with apparently no strings attached. With weeks of isolation and a lifetime of boredom pressing on her mind, it was the easiest choice she had ever made.

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* Skills: Louisa does not have many party tricks. She had few hobbies before the end of the world, and fewer after. Her main penchant is her raw physical potential, possessing a strong naturally frame trained by (at this point) years of labour and occassional contact rugby with her local evacuee community team. In a professional capacity as a mechframe pilot, this makes her a reliable and competitive training partner. In an everyday capacity, this means she can... get the lids off jars with ease, carry heavy bags, and move furniture without any trouble.
* Chi-Mechframe: Grendel

	+ Appearance:
	+ Abilities: The Grendel Chi-Mechframe was developed using a core taken from a monstrous, heavily armoured wyrm-like Warped, inspiring a bulky design with high-density plating. The frame is not designed to be maneuverable or fast, instead opting for sheer mass and defensive capabilities, allowing the user to pull off a high impact charge once or twice to insert them into the center of combat, and then giving them the protection to endure staying in place afterwards.

	In line with this, Louisa has trained in a static, highly defensive style of combat, opting to tie down enemies, get in their way, and otherwise provide openings for her teammates to do their thing.

	Grendel comes with an attuned heavy glaive, that can be thrown at short range and recalled to the mechframe. The glaive itself is configurable, extending either to its default glaive-configuration or retracting to form a cleaver sword.

	In essence, Grendel is uncomplicated and elegant, harnessing the Warped power of a Chi-Mechframe into a classic suit of frontline armour.
* Other:: N/A.

[User]
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Place(s): Battlefield - Saitama Prefecture
Time: Afternoon
@Izurich

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"And that is a point for me!" Teodora remarked confidently as she pulled her beam rapier back after landing the stab at the creature's right foreleg. The creature fully revealed itself after that as it realized that it couldn't rely on being stealthy anymore. "Oh my. With some of the other Warped I can kind of identify what they're trying to look like as... But you? What are you supposed to be? Oh well, it doesn't matter. Ready to frag this one, Seraphima?" Teodora reset her stance as she prepared to continue her assault on the creature, while the creature itself; or rather its tail, seemed to watch both her and the now arrived Seraphima.

The Warped then seemed to charge up an attack using its snake-like tail, aiming it at Teodora. "Oh. I'm afraid I cannot allow you to do that, fufu." In response, both Chi-Mechframe pilots quickly reacted. Seraphima flung a dagger at the creature's one prominent eye, while Teodora performed two moves in quick succession. First, she swiftly fired off a single shot from her beam rifle at the creature's snake tail. Then a split second after that, quick blasts of flames from the engines of her wings propelled her forward in an instant as she rammed the creature in the torso, her beam rapier held in front of her to stab the creature again while also hopefully pushing it back away from the allied soldiers even further.

The beam from her rifle will hopefully stop whatever attack the Warped was charging up. If not, then Teodora was sure that her barrier can hold up to the attack. Thus why she made no effort to evade at all, counter attacking instead. It was a decision Teodora made almost by reflex in response to Seraphima's own actions. Hopefully, with both her own rapier charge and Seraphima's dagger and claws combo, it will be enough to push the creature back. Enough so that the incoming firepower that should be coming from above won't cause any friendly fire casualty to the Japanese soldiers, so to speak. "All yours, Infernus! Light 'em up!"

And thus with Teodora protected by her barrier and Seraphima by her force field, to stop the creature from moving away the two were ready to risk staying in the danger zone of the incoming aerial bombing.

[Assistant]
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Louisa blinked, stunned by the explosive and unexpected tackle that had rendered her and Xuan-yu a snowplough blitzing through the mass of shuffling warped thralls. Suddenly aware that the cushioned surface she was reclining on consisted of the mangled, twisted and twitching remains of whatever aberrations had got in their way, she quickly rose with a violent shake of her body. After retrieving her glaive from the three monstrosities it had idly shish-kebab'd on their retreat from the komainu, she scanned her surroundings for any trace of the now-vacant Deathstalker.

"What the hell did he say... he's going to take a shower?"

That slightly bewildering thought was quickly shunted from her head as the exchange on her comms snapped her back to the situation at hand, and she began striding towards the frontline with heavy footfalls, returning to the besieged but gradually advancing vanguard of the Japanese armed forces. Leaping into a suspiciously active scrum of bestial warped, she bisected a score of dredges with a sweeping arc, and pulled the dismemebered-but-still-clawing torso of a warped away from a terrified and wounded Japanese infantryman.

Hurling the torso into another nearby pack - an ineffectual but irrespectively cool move - she retracted her glaive into a sword, and promptly declined using it altogether, insteading choosing to clobber the head clean off a gibbering humanoid monstrosity with a single weighty punch.

"Ngh! -- a crunch sounded out over comms -- Grendel back at the frontline! Looks like we took the big dog out of the picture for the minute. I'll keep the chaff away from the infantry whilst you guys finish off... whatever the hell those things are!"

[User]
Elise KimSaitama Prefecture
The sight of actual blood being spilled by the Warped meant that their efforts were at least showing some meaningful sign of progress, which was honestly the best they could have hoped for. The virtual HUD in her peripherals showed that the others were dealing with similarly problematic Warped, and the call-in from Pyralis showed that at least one group amongst them was better off than they for the moment.

"I—"

Elise attempted to respond to the offer of aid, but Norika seemed to have no part in it. Given how well she was faring, such an offer would likely have been unnecessary, but if it helped resolve the situation faster, then all the better.

With that said, the call for help from the Seraphima left Elise without any worries about whether or not they could handle the beast (they clearly could), but rather to distribute people where they were needed instead of focusing solely on their positions as the vanguard.

"...We should be able to handle this one on our own," Elise said, her words directed at herself as much as they were at Norika and Pyralis as she swapped out the bullets she had been loading into her rifle for something a fair deal more powerful. "Replacing live ammunition with light rounds. Aiming for the hea—!"

Before she could finish her sentence, another wave of whatever vile liquid the Warped had in store was launched at the two, and Elise barely managed to slip out of the way to dodge it. A bit had barely managed to clip one of her wings, but inorganic as it was, it seemed to roll off harmlessly.

With that said, cleaning up afterwards was probably in her best interests.

After taking a few moments to recenter herself, the Frame Pilot brought her weapon up to her shoulder and took aim at the Warped's head from above.

"As I was saying..." she said, eyebrows furrowed as a small sphere of light seemed to be forming from within the barrel of her weapon, "Aiming for the head—or whatever might pass for one on this thing. Don't get caught in the crossfire."

And with that, Elise pulled the trigger and fired.

What had formed as a small ball of light instantly turned into a thin, momentary laser that pierced through the Warped, well beyond where most of her other bullets would have stopped. Whether or not it mattered in the long run remained to be seen, but hopefully Norika would be able to carve up the rest of the monster as it recovered from the attack if it wasn't already dead.

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With the birdlike Warped most certainly dead after having its head pulverized into the ground below, the smaller Warped around it seemed to hesitate for a moment before the group seemed to split up. Some continued to charge at Hoshiko, apparently ignoring the beast she had just felled without so much as a scratch; others, however, seemed to be retreating—a wise decision, in many respects, but an odd one in the face of what the Warped tended to do.

Not like it was any reason to be worried at the moment—fleeing enemies meant less bodies to have to clean up, after all—but the day was still not yet won as the young Frame Pilot chose to stall the remnants of the horde as her partner flew off to provide aide to their allies.

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Seeing its prey disappear before its eyes left the komainu-esque Warped disoriented for a moment, the heat around its body still leaving the ground alight. It's eyes flicked about restlessly as it searched for the two that had escaped, but as the monster finally figured out where the two had gone, it paused.

The poison that Xuan-Yu had managed to infect it with had been easy enough to ignore before, but with the injuries it had now, the weakness that seemed to grip its entire body left it feeling heavy and sluggish. The heat began to subside, little by little, as it began to move back towards the sole Pilot that was left in its sights.

It had burnt far too much energy attempting to kill the faster one among the two, but without that one in sight and the heat in its heart beginning to fizzle out, the Warped continued ahead, fully willing (it seemed) to throw its life away to at least take out one of the beings it had aimed to kill.

@Laduguer

[Assistant]
No sooner did Louisa triumphantly announce their victory over comms that she noticed a rising glow out of the corner of her vision, a vibrating tremor in the earth, and a hot breeze of excited air and immolated earth blowing along the trajectory of their ad-hoc tackle-catapult maneuver.

Leaping back from the scrum to get a better view of the battlefield, her fears were confirmed. She may have spoken too soon about the whole komainu situation.

"... Scratch that, looks like we took the dog out of the picture for a lot less than a minute. I-I'm moving to engage."

Gritting her teeth, she barged her way through the clearing she had made and took up a position far enough in advance of the Japanese frontline to somewhat reduce their risk of becoming collateral damage. Knocking encroaching warped away to the left with an armoured fist, and to the right with an extending flick of her glaive, she picked up each of her feet in turn and stomped them firmly into the ground, twisting her heels as she did. She had rooted herself firmly in the path of the suicidal charging komainu, and couched her extended glaive under her right arm, stabilizing it with her gripped left hand. It wasn't exactly sophisticated enough to call it a phalanx, but...

If this thing wants to flatten me, or blow up, or run me over, or whatever, she thought, it'll have to skewer itself first! That at least makes my odds of survival better than the dog's... right?


[System]
Nickname(optional): The One, The Night, Shadow

Age: Unknown

Gender: Male

Powers: Shadow manipulation, Becomes stronger in dark places especially nighttime

Weaknesses: He has no love of light or relationships

Species: Spirit

Appearance(s):

Crush: None

Relationship: None

Spouse: Once had a lover, but that was along time ago.

Children: Many children, some dead, some alive.

Personality: Amos is dark, brooding, unhappy and some would say evil. He cares little for mortals, as they are not his kind and tend to break easily. He once had a romantic side to him, but whether it is still there, not even he knows.

History(optional): Amos is a spirit, so he simply came into existence one day instead of being born. He was not always as he is now, yes, in fact he was once adored and loved by the spirits he called friends. As he was a guardian of the forest he called home and was not to be trifled with. However, upon a full moon one night in an age long since forgotten he found her, his love. Her name was Camektris and she was not just a spirit but something far darker. He was in love, but it was slowly consuming him, twisting his original purpose of growing, into an abomination. His works withered, died and he was shunned. Amos became a shadow of his former self and when he turned to Camektris, she was no where to be found. In his anguish he finally learned what hatred was, and destroyed the entire forest, and when it was done, he lost his ability to have a physical body. Severally weakened he slept, appearing occasionally to witness the world and find a way to have a body of his own again. His dealings in mortal affairs caused many to fear him, some to worship him and led others to attempt his destruction.

Other: "Let the games begin"

[User] James nodded, then leaped about 20 feet in the air, spinning as he came back down almost like a drill as he extended the horns on his head to burrow through the ground, and made his way towards the swamp at high speed.

[Assistant] Down he went into the temple, exploring the numerous rooms, finding some gold and gems. All useless to him but he questioned why they were there in the first place. He soon arrived in what he presumed was the central chamber to find what looked like an old sacrifice and a treasure horde. Skeletal remains littered the place and in a circle of dead bodies wearing tattered robes, a blood red gem sat upon a pedestal. An aura of corruption seemed to flow from it, so he decided to let it lay there, knowing that it would not effect him in the slightest. The treasure about the room came in many forms, more gems, gold, weapons and armor. Something was amiss however, as it all seemed to be tainted but to a mortal there would be no difference. At the back of the room sat a table and a chair, to which he sat in the chair, regaining his powers quickly.

[User] The feat of acrobatics seemed slightly lost on Priscilla as she finished rubbing away the pain behind her eye. She sighed as she removed her pack and placed it on the floor to remove her torches from a loop on the side. They were just an oiled rags tied around lengths of rusted iron but with a swipe at her boot, one of the rags burst into flame, and she held it above her head in preparation to head in to the newly created tunnel. The other torches, she took the time to stab into the earth around the entrance to the tunnel. With a succinct point to the torches she spoke, "If anyone sees fit to follow and CAN'T see in the dark, take a torch and strike it on something hard. Like stone, or steel," She knocked on her breastplate to drive her point across, "You'll be able to see just fine after." She shot a look to Jacque specifically, hoping to encourage him to follow so as to not be the only human going on the trip, before descending into the tunnel at a leisurely pace.

[Assistant] "Well, here we go!" Zecurst said eagerly.

[User] Jacque smiled softly and looked to the tree line when Priscilla asked of the secrets of the land he'd called home, "This island is inhabited by a fairly sizable number of faefolk. It's safe to say there could be any number of mysteries about these lands.". Thus far things were going well for Jacque, in fact, they were going even better than he'd hoped. His arrival had been well received by the group, and while his adventure might have been starting a bit closer to home than he'd hoped, beggars couldn't be choosers. The ranger nodded silently at Priscilla's implied invitation and began to follow the others into the hole, grimacing slightly at the method used to travel to their location, as he knew the island well enough to find a discrete way to the swamps, but ultimately deciding not to raise too much of a fuss about it. It was indeed dark, however Jacque's sharpened senses allowed him to follow behind the Slayer ahead of him whilst at the same time keeping a comfortable distance. The ranger kept a relatively leisurely pace, after all, nearly every species of dragon, be they wyverns, wyrms, drakes, or naga, never strayed far from a location that they had marked as there. In all honesty, the only species of dragons Jacque could think of that didn't stay in one location would be those that inhabited the sea. "You mentioned that this creature was yours alone to kill, and I recognize that gleam you've got in your eye. With the species we're after and the way you're treating this situation, i'm guessing the swamp drake razed your village to the ground. Would that be correct?".

[Assistant]
The tunnel was dark enough that Priscilla's torch could only light up a few meters around her, the disturbed dust and debris was thick in the air, stymieing the warm glow of the fire in her hand. She drew her blade slowly, squinting her eyes as if to pierce through the obfuscating clouds of dirt, and hefted it in one hand with relative ease. Years spent in the training yard and on the hunt have made her strong, and she was proficient with wielding the bastard blade's weight fluidly in either hand or both. The torchlight glinted off of the blade, highlighting the nicks and scratches in its surface, but also showing the keen edge it held. The sword's handle was decorated with rune-embroidered strips of cloth that dangled over its macelike pommel and lop-sided cross-guard

Jacque's question caught her off-guard, making her pause in her step. The saddened expression on her face was known only to her in this dim lighting and closed-off space. She looked back, sweeping the hair from her eyes as she spoke. "That is a very good guess. Yes. The foul creature ruined my home," The memory was still fresh in her mind, whilst she had forgotten the name of the village and exactly where it was, she still remembered the events that drove her this far. She continued with anger in her voice, "Defiled the waters and devoured those I held dear." She spat in disgust, moving now with more purpose.

"For that it will bleed."

[User]
Arin sighed before heading back in the direction of the forest, the inu(Ace) following behind him.

Price eventually came upon five people, one group being what appeared to be triplets with an older boy watching over them and the fifth person being a girl(Aniram) who didn't seem related to them at all. With his keen sense of smell, he could tell none of these were human. Relieved, he began to approach the triplets and whoever else was there.
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(Still in his lair)

Hunter had finished the spell for summoning shadow creatures and looked up from his book to see what he caught. They seem fairly stronger than my last group of shadow minions. He grinned at the thought as he only hoped these newer minions could defeat someone he liked to call Dino-Boy(Arin).

[Assistant] Jacque grunted softly as his prediction hit the mark. Although he didn't show it, he felt a bit of pity for Priscilla, as he tale was one that many an adventurer shared. "Your mission is admirable Slayer, but you should take care not to let your goal blind you when the time comes to do what you have to do. You sound as though you have the will to take your revenge, however that's not enough. Drakes are fiercely intelligent, not to mention manipulative, when you go up against this creature it will first try to wither you down mentally to soften you for the physical blow. You'll have to be clear headed if you want to survive." Jacque said as he lightly tugged a braid again. Although he wasn't sure if the woman in front of him would realize it, he'd intentionally used the word 'survive' rather than 'win'. In battle there were far too many variables for a fight to have a clear outcome, and though he didn't speak of it, Jacque knew all too well that like many who had come before her, there was always the possibility that Priscilla would be the one that was slain in battle.

[User] James spoke telepathically to Jacque while he kept digging. "Not this one. He's stupid, and arrogant. He'll underestimate her, and be killed because of it. He is royalty after all. And royalty are too naive."

[Assistant]
Priscilla stumbled as her foot caught on a rock in her path, but she recovered quick and continued at her determined pace. She felt the tingling in her fingertips and the pain behind her eye returning. They were nearing the swamp and in turn, the swamp drake. The smell of brimstone and rotting plant had become stronger and her mouth was beginning to feel like the scales of a desert wyrm. Omens all, but at this point nothing was going to deter her from her goal.

She chuckled at the statement and nodded in the affirmative, "Oh yes, I've seen the temptations that the scaled folk can present us mortals with. I can assure you, supposed prince or not, there is nothing this squirming wretch can offer up to save itself now. And don't worry, I think best when I'm in the thick of conflict." She felt it unnecessary to mention that it was the only area that she considered herself as thinking well in. Her grip on her blade tightened. "I've come too far to be thrown off now."

[User]
The ranger's mouth quirked slightly at the sudden intrusion into his mind, "How odd. I've never met a drake that was slow in the mind. That being said, your views on those that bear the crowns blessing is a bit naive in and on itself. You speak as if all who have royal blood in their veins are naive. I've found that the number of intelligent royals vastly out numbers the fools, it's just that the fools tend to be the most vocal. The actions of a few and all of that." Jacque retorted mentally whilst brushing a bit of sand from his cloak.

Turning his attention back to Priscilla, Jacque nodded though the gesture was lost given the fact that she looked ahead. "So long as you are certain. Still, this will be it's playing field. I'll honor your request to stand aside during your fight, however if you'd like information regarding the swamp i'd be willing to impart some. Fae touched lands are not lands that one should enter without caution, and this place will be no exception.".

[Assistant] Priscilla looked back to the large man and felt her lips part in a grin. It was enjoyable to not have to travel this last stretch of her journey alone, and the advantage of having a local to offer guidance was not lost on her as she nodded back at him. "Well, these being the lands that you live in, and the knowledge of those attuned with nature is always a welcome commodity to we Slayers on our hunts. But first allow me to ask you something. You have the smell of a man who has dedicated himself to the wilds, seen its secrets and tended to its denizens. Am I correct in the assumption that you are some sort of druid? Maybe a guardian of the wood? You strike me as a keeper of the peace."

[User]
Arin went into the forest and continued walking.

Ace sighed, he was growing bored. He looked up at the one he was following. "Can we play I spy?" He asked.

Arin looked at the pup. "I don't see why not." He smiled as he said this.

[Assistant]
Ever started to feel tired of flying around watching people talk to each other and analyzing a few of them. They all seemed very interesting to her, and it gave her curiosity of what they all could do. She felt get wings start to get sore which made her let out a soft groan. She has been flying around for quite a while without anyone even knowing. Sometimes it does suck that she couldn't speak at all. And the only way to talk was if she was around people making words with the energy in her.

So to help her sore wings, she flew to the ground gracefully enjoying the feel of the wind passing through her. She was starting to get lonely which made her frown a bit. Her big wings helped her cover her body from sight as they curled a bit around her.

[User]
Virgil

A man with shoulder-length white hair, wearing a white tank top covered by a black leather jacket was awoken by the taste of sand in his mouth. He stood up and brushed himself off. Looking up, he saw he was on some sort of island or beach which was connected to a dense-looking forest in the distance. He wasn't sure how he got here, but he decided not to worry about that and enjoy his time here.

[Assistant] "A druid? No, no, nothing so magically adept. You're spot on with your next assumption however. I'm a member of the Ranger's guild. Been one since I was about sixteen." Jacque said as he reached out and touched the soil gently. The ranger brought his hand back and sniffed some of the dirt slightly before brushing his hand on his pants. James' digging was getting them closer to the swamp faster than he'd originally thought, impressing Jacque a bit. "As for keeping the peace, well, I do what I can to help. And yourself? You don't seem nervous, nor particularly arrogant, so you're clearly not that new at this, how long have you been a Slayer?".

[User] Amos upon the old chair, but not really as he was only a spirit who didn't have a body, so he was more just suspended on it. His power was returning in that old room with the silence that was deafening. Somewhere deep down he reminisced about the touch of the sun but it was quickly replaced with an insatiable hunger for chaos. He looked at the gem upon its pedestal and came to realize that it was a curse if anything, or a demon was in it. The corpses seemed to scream that something nefarious had happened here long ago. He turned his mind back to his dark ent and the ramification of such an act of corruption. Would it spread? Would it die easily? So many questions, but he would have to wait for the answers, for now he needed to recharge a bit more.