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Species : Elf
Gender : Female
Age : 54
Height : 175

Jazdia is a tall elven woman with a pale complexion, blue eyes, and long, waist-length platinum blonde hair that she often let untied. Elves are all born beautiful and Jazdia was no exception. Her attractiveness is often described as an eternal winter barely touched by the sun's embrace. But that's just another way for the gentlemen to adore her face that seemed to always sport a perpetual frown. At least that's original.

Former leader of a peacekeeping organization, Jazdia understands it would be in her best interest to omit such details from her MO. Not that she is a wanted criminal or anything; she ended her tenure on a relatively high note actually. The thing about working as law enforcement is you will have no shortage of old enemies who would persistently try to even the scales with you even after retirement, and Jazdia does not wish to be tangled with such... nuisances.

So now, she is just Jazdia. An adventurer, restaurateur, and tea connoisseur. Yeah, just put that in her business card.

Traits and spells:

-Blood Phobia (passive)
Taking damage would result in lower combat efficiency. Jazdia will start sweating, having a shaky aim and blurred vision. At a certain threshold, her Ultravision cannot be activated.
-Curse of the crimson flame (passive)
Resting near any fire or under the sun would slowly regenerate her power and heal her wounds. However, any healing magic cast on her would instead deal damage.

-Arrow Enchantment.
Channels magic into her arrow. Can only use one type of arrow in a single turn. Has three flavors:
A. Crystal Arrows.
Glorified fireworks with an equally destructive explosion contained inside. Can be programmed to either explode upon impact, delayed, or remote detonation.
B. Crystal Arrows
Non Explosive variants, but hot as hell it pierces through plates and mails like a hot knife through butter. Armor Piercing, nuff said.

-Counter
Any close-range attack will be answered with heavy retribution. Figuratively speaking, sometimes this extended to the non-combat situation. Proceed with caution.

-Ultravision
Channeling magic to enhance her vision, Jazdia can see pass through solid objects and magical manipulation such as illusion and darkness. Imposes varying degrees of strain on her body depending on the area covered and elapsed duration. Prolonged abuse of this skill might result in myopia and gradual blindness.

-Vengeance
At this point, taking heavy damage would no longer weaken her. Now she is faster and deadlier and angrier. The third flavor of her enchanted arrows unlocked:
C. Poison arrows. Deals heavy damage over time. The enemy killed by this arrow will have their body burst into a swarm of black lepidopteran that attacks nearby hostiles until either they or the caster died, or the effect expires. At the end of its fleeting lifespan, the insect will return to the caster and heals her wounds. Has 3 days of cooldown.

Equipment
-Lurea
A recurve black bow adorned with gold and silver linings on its limbs. Has an absurdly light draw weight of 44 pounds.
-Maugrim
A long knife with ivory handle and elven runes inscribed on its blade.
-Medium-sized satchel bag
A plain-looking bag that doesn't seem too out of fashion despite being designed with function in mind.
-Pocket watch
A momento from her father. Well maintained and functioning properly.
-Medikit
Generic first aid kit.

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Jazdia suddenly regretted giving that suggestion.

Not only the valuable food was haphazardly tossed, but now there was a bear snorting... a mixture of nasal and food matter onto the floor. Regardless of the despicableness of its owner, a dining room was supposed to be a sanctuary free from any filth and misbehavior. And now it has been soiled so badly she almost felt sorry for the Baron.

"Jaz, can you see how many people are coming?"

"Two dozen or so. It's like a bloody convention up there."

As critical as their situation seemed to be, it took those henchmen a while to descend to the second floor. Enough for Kaito to cast a spell to make a copy of themselves.

The bear stood close by, now brandishing a polearm stolen from a nearby display, instead of, you know the old-fashioned maulings and biting.

"That's very human of you. And piked weapon?" the elf groaned. "Why does everyone in this country so obsessed with polearms?!"

[Assistant]
The breakfast went on... and on... and on... What's the baron saying? It's rather distorted, like trying to listen underwater. Speaking of the baron, he's so round. A giant hamster sat at the head of the table, munching on a piece of oversized lettuce. Then suddenly the wall broke down in a shower of rubble, where a massive lindwurm entered with a deafening roar. The oversized lizard kept roaring for a while, spittle flying all over the place like rain. Yvonne covered her face to shield it from the worst splatter, peeking once it's over to see captain and the others surrounding the beast with long pikes. It's cornered, good. The mercenary hefted her own pike, aiming for the face as she-

-fell right through the earth, into the deepest pit of the void, jolting awake just as she unceremoniously tumbled on to the cold floor.

She caught the tail end of the fox's instruction. Blinking the confusion away, her body moved before her mind fully caught up as she briskly moved and plastered her back against the wall. A glance around. Table full of sleeping people, including the baron. The table itself was a mess, as if someone had tried their best to flip the entire thing. A fast-approaching stomping from the stairs. The exit closed shut. Huh, they've been had. And if none of them started dropping from poison, the food must've been a distraction.

"Polearms are great, Sparky! Stab the foes while remaining safely far-ish away, what's not to like?"

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"I prefers muh stick, bu' dis'll do. If'n I's gonna do a feller in, it gonna be done like a man. I ain't no beast girl. Ain't ya been payin' attention? I's only half bear."

He gruffed and took position near the wall opposite the others, where he would get full room to swing when cracking heads.

"O'er half's man. Don' be fergittin. We kin talks about it la'er, af'er we kicks sum good-fer-nuthin's butts."

"Naptime's o'er ol' timer. Ya kin sleep when ya dead." He huffed at Reinhold, before gently prodding him in the butt with the point of his new toy.

[Assistant]
Solomon Sparrow
Location:  Fanghorn, Kindeance

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 Well, Solomon was right. The whispers were nefarious. Intense whispers led to a harsh scream. Be it magic or otherwise, it gave Solomon the impression a banshee. It didn't matter too much. He considered himself lucky. A lich never sleeps. As for the staff, the baron, and some of his party members, they fell as their minds went unconscious. For what felt like an uncomfortably long time, the room became eerily silent. And then Cedar almost drowned in oatmeal, and Yvonne fell out of her chair.

 Kaito seemed unaffected by the spell as well, quickly thinking of a plan to hide, casting perfect duplicates with his illusions. Rather than hide straight into the wall, Solomon's body became black, resembling the shadows he commanded throughout the morning, and merged within the shadows of the room, leaving not a trace of him even if the illusions were not present. He also willed for August to engage. Not to enter the keep, not for now. Instead, August was going to keep the mages dismantling Cedar's mana pools busy. He was to stealthily restore the mana pools Cedar had planted from below the earth. By doing that, he was allowing the thorny vines to resume rapidly growing. Hopefully in this way, those mages would be too occupied to lend aid to the men inside the keep.

 As for the troops already making their way down, Solomon didn't have time to prepare any of his usual antics when it came to conflict. Appearances were made to be kept, and the enemy unknown. Furthermore, he didn't have time to summon a more combat oriented ally. So far the only thing that kept him in the room was the unknown entity's ability to detect shadows, and him leaving might prematurely reveal Kaito's illusions. He wouldn't be the first to act. If opportunity arose, he might be able to use the soldiers against themselves, if not summon another undead ally.

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[GM Post]

The stomping behemoth of a man turned the last corner, a flash of rippling muscles and violently red warpaint appearing for a split second before he triggered the magical arrow. The hall shook from the shockwave, but from it the large man emerged with a bunch of laceration on the surface of his skin but otherwise looking none worse to wear.

Curiously, not a droplet of blood could be seen flowing out of the wound.

"Gahahahaha! Now that's a nice warm welcome! Come-" He blinked around, looking at a table full of sleeping people. There's a mix of actual sleepyheads and illusion, including Chounan with a bowl worth of oatmeal dripping down his head and on to his lap. "Oh COME ON, they are ALL asleep?!"

The clear disappointment was palpable in his voice as he lowered an oversized, rust-brown greataxe he was brandishing.

Hidden beneath the false wall, Yvonne had to suppress a groan as she saw who exactly had just walked in. Great. Of course it's this asshole. No wonder nobody heard about him lately, he ran off here. Would've been great if he died in a ditch somewhere, but it's plain that evil never quite dies.

"...wait, then where'd that trap comes from?"

[Assistant]
A hulking brute of a man emerged, seemingly unscathed, from the smoke and dust of the explosion.

He was clad in little more than red warpaint and a tatty and stained loincloth, brandishing a rather oversized broad axe. For some reason, seeing an axe rankled Cedar's fur more than it should have, conjuring many memories of having to bludgeon foolish lumberjacks who had set eyes on trees they shouldn't, and bringing memories of his father lecturing him about not killing people, no matter how big of an asshole they are, unless you really and truly mean it.

("No matt'r haow big 'n dumb they is, Ya's big 'nuff ta prolly keel em in one hit if'n ya ain't careful son...")

The memory of that first day helping his dad keep order against 'poachers' strolled through his head completely unbidden.
("I's seen what yas did wit 'at deer 'odder day... Good work 'ere-- Proud a ya...")

He remembered. He had found a deer with an arrow stuck through its hock, where a village hunter had tried to shoot it, but it had bolted at the last minute, getting hit in a non-critical, and escaping with the arrow lodged in. He remembered that he had just learned how to heal injuries from Flo a few days before, and the opportunity to use the magic had been real exciting for him. He had coaxed the frightened and injured beast into letting him treat it, but was unaware his dad had been watching. His ears burned a little in embarrassment at the memory.

("But no ma'aer how good yas gets wit' 'at, no magic in'a worl' kin brings back da dead. Only keels a fucker when yas real damn good & sure. Naow, le's show 'is 'gentleman' da 'error' o' his ways, eh?")

(Only if I really and truly mean it...) he thought to himself.

Silently, he expertly flipped the pole-arm upside down, so that the blunt end was up, then aimed his shot, making a wide and hard sweep across the side and back of the man's knees. The hit had much more resistance than should have been there; like striking a stone that had a thin coating of dirt and moss. Not stopping from the anomalous impact, he continued the motion with full body momentum, whirling then bringing the bladed end down hard over the man's hands and forearms where he has holding the haft of the large axe.

(I can totally fix mangled arms and legs, Dad.) he thought bemusedly to himself, before allowing his momentum to body-check the man into the table.

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The big idiot was so busy with his opening speech that somebody was making a move at him. It was Cedar; the polearm swung expertly as if the entire country's penchant for blade-on-stick was not a mere moniker, even for the most uncivilized social caste.

Not content on merely enjoying the show, Jazdia joined the fray, but with Cedar making his move and placing himself in her line of fire, Jazdia moved sideways.

The arrow was enchanted immediately, but she took a moment to scan her surrounding; The door was
there, a dozen meters or so. Still closer to them than to the enemy, and apparently locked. For now, that was the only detail she could conclude, for her eyes were already burning, and by pure instinct, the see-through vision wanes and returned to normal.

She took some more side steps toward the exit, but not too far from her team. Lurea was drawn, and the big brute was staring eye-to-eye with another, yet more beastly brute when Jazdia's arrow launched toward his neck.


[System]
Age 25

Personality:
+Reliable- If asked to do something he will damn well give it his best shot.

+Cautious- Hell with being a hero, it won't matter if you're dead!

+Generous- Damn I'm hungry, holding his last candy bar, Small girl stares at him, yeah here you go.

+Sophisticated- Yes, I know it takes twelve turns of the chronometer, plug in the eradicator, then set the meter to three
 thousand microtones and then fucking run! I wasn't born yesterday!

+Tolerant- Okay now I'm going to explain this for the one-hundredth time and if you don't get it, I shall tell you again for the one-hundredth
 and one time.

-Suspicious- They were all standing there when the damn thing disappeared, One of those fuckers took it!
-Unselfish- sometimes gives too much away.
-Haughty- What do you mean you can't tell me what ten thousand to the forth is without a calculator! Blah
-Compulsive- Langue…Kill them all! Fucking kill them all!
-Humorless- I don't get it! That was lame!

BIO: NYC 1-432 was the colony name where Corbin was born and grew to the age of five when it was destroyed by the Langue. His parents were MIA that day, if it wasn't for Karri's parents Corbin himself would be on one of the two lists that were developed for the citizens of NYC 1-432. Karri was his neighbor friend that he would go and play with most of the time. They were of the same age when he lost his parents and from that time on, he had a new family, one that treated him as if he was one of their own.

As time went on, Karri and himself grew closer as friends and were reminded time after time that they were brother and sister, but to them that wasn't so, they were friends whom under extreme circumstances forced them into one family but were not blood so they allowed the love between them to grow. Karri is the one to blame for the way that Corbin is today for if it weren't for her, he would have grown up hating everyone and everything. But she was his savior, but he wasn't hers for when they just turned eighteen, the newly formed colony NYC 2 -1 was overran by scavengers looking for a place to call their own, this was the day that Karri was lost to him as they were trying to stop these low-life people.

He had to flee the colony with just a few others but that was just for a few days as each member of the small group went their own way or died as the food ran low and the weak couldn't handle the stress. So after a few weeks Corbin was traversing over the land by himself, trying to stay ahead of the game by keeping low and watching for a group of people that looked like they could handle themselves.

Relationships: None at this time.

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Kara noted the pair fighting and slowly approached closer, grabbing the crossbow from next to the rock.
She aimed this at Iris, though not quite sure how it works
"Get up!"
She shouted as loud as she could, the fear in her voice getting more obvious.
 I should just run, Anna wouldn't have gotten this close  she thought to herself

[Assistant]
Alex was totally and completely lost. She was lost in more then one definition of the word. She had no idea where she was, or if she was even close to her end location. The girl had never read a map or even held one, so her geographical location was a complete mystery to her. But she also felt lost in the psychological sense, although she would never admit it. She wasn't sure how to act without a set leader, she had never been a leader herself.

And little did she know, she was going the wrong way entirely.

The young girl paused a moment, trying to recover breath and strength she couldn't remember ever having. She bent over at the waist, hands bracing on her knees. She shivered involuntarily even as the sun bore down on her exposed skin. It had rained that part night, and Alex had made the mistake of falling asleep out in the open. She could have been eaten, but instead woke up soaked to the bone and ill feeling. Her backpack and supplies had become completely waterlogged as well, feeling heavy on her back.

A far off sound caught Alex's attention. It sounded like voices talking, or more like arguing, in the distance. Alex tried to push back her fear, she would have to do the only thing she knew how to do. Steal. Alex crept close to the ground, her light steps coming in handy now, as she approached the camp. She kept to the shadows, completely hidden to anyone who wasn't looking close enough. There were three people, a man and two women. Maybe a group? They seemed to be all arguing with each other, the red head had a weird weapon, the girl with the cool Mohawk was jumping on the man.

And watching that squirrel fall into the fire broke Alex's heart. She clamped an arm around her empty stomach, trying to smother the biting hunger. Well the option of stealing their food was out, but she remained watching. Maybe they would all kill each other and there would be things to loot. She shivered again, wishing the heat of the fire would reach a little farther.

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Heavy eyelids slid down over a set of deep brown eyes fighting back what was forsure a losing battle. Small red drips fell from the chin of the inclined head to the small puddle that was now forming just below the kneeling figure. Small jerks began to ripple across the body, as the battle was lost. There was not a human a live to this day that could have won this battle of composure, it was just impossible. Things like this, even the most cold hearted would have had that internal moment of weakness. Corbin, it was just too much as he placed the last big rock over the small hand. "I'm sorry," he whispered while raking the back of his hand across his cheeks, ridding the stream of tears that were cascading done them. "Only if I was just a few minutes earlier." He mumbled through the hard swallowing.

Pushing himself up, his red-tented orbs looked over the larger pile of rocks some inches away from this smaller one. "I'm so sorry." He exclaimed to the unknown female. "Only if I was sooner, just maybe I could have.…" He fought back the notion to vomit. His mind playing the role of the punisher as the mental images of all those that he has buried flashed before his mental eye. "Fuck!" He screamed out as the pain ripped through him. Tears falling as his mind relived burying Karri. "You may rest now, your fight is over." lowering, a small rose slips from his fingers, landing in between both graves. "Please understand and forgive me for what I must do now." He whispered to the graves.

Turning away from the graves, his orbs focuses upon the two scumbags bound to a tree some fifty yards away. Pulling his knife out and shaking his head, "Naw, this one is too sharp." Moving about the rubble, his eye comes across something that completes the task at hand. Reaching down he picks up the shard of glass. Head nodding as he turns and twist the piece before his gawking eyes. "This will work nicely." His heard lifting and turning toward the two men. "Yep, this will work nicely." He repeated as he walked toward the men.

The screams that echoed out was bone chilling to any whom heard it and didn't know what was going on, but to Corbin, it was music to his ears as he stood and watched the blood run down the inner thigh of both men, then he took the castrated part of their body and shoved into both men's mouths. "Yep, you both are qualified _ _ _ _ suckers!" He turned away from them, his eyes coming to a rest on the two graves. "Please understand that they deserved this and I hope you don't judge me too harshly." He muttered while he turned away and headed off into the horizon.

Pink and red streaks filled the sky telling all who looked into the sky that the day was coming to its end, one more day of misery now gone and bestowed into the books of history. Many of these types of days filled the mental pages of Corbin's history book, it seems like life had it out for him for each and everyday he managed to live through that day's hell. If he believed in curses, he would swear up and down and all around that he was life's prime target.

The sun bid its last breath to the land that Corbin walked upon as it slipped below the horizon. The chill in the air told him that a rather nice size river must be close for the temperature to drop so suddenly. His arms crossed over his chest, hands tucked into the warmth of his armpit, a grumble escaped with each tiring footstep. It has been a few days since he had a good nights sleep, something really hard to do these days but there was once that he did managed to grab one. His mind drifted back to the colonies, "Don't go there asshole." His mental voice scolded.

Off to the right something drew his attention, pulling his mind out of the clutches of the flashback; his orbs watched the flickering orange light splashing upon the small band of trees for what seemed like an eternity. This, this is what this life is now, nothing but constant hesitation, scanning over a unknown area and hoping like hell that it was just your mind playing tricks on you and there was nothing there. "AHH FUCK! What now!" he hissed at the night, not wanting to investigate, yeah like that wasn't going to happen, "Fuck you life!" he hissed as once again the curse was upon him.

"By the backwards ass of an ass! I'm just walking up to this!" angrily he stomped toward the flickering flames. "Let's see you get me out of this shit this time you bitch!" His eyes glaring at the sky as if it was the shadowy figure of life. 'What lessons are to be learned when walking at night in an unknown landscape?' This was the resounded reply from the shadowy figure of life as Corbin trips over several unseen dead branches, hitting the ground with a huff.

"WELL FUCK ME!" he shouts out, having his fill of life's never-ending bullshit, rises up from the ground. His eyes locking onto the figures at the campsite. "I hope your fucking day has been better than mine." his hands sprawling outward with the palms turned upwards. "What the fuck else can go wrong." He shouted at the sky.

The streaks of lighting shot across the sky and ended with the angry boom of the forth-coming storm.. "That is just fucking great!" Corbin shaking his head…


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(サラ ・ ラインハルト)
Sara Ráinharuto

Alias: Reinhardt; Miss/Lady/Lieutenant Reinhardt; Ma'am; The Angel of Humanity.

Species: Human, Titan-Shifter.
Gender: Female.
Age: 25
Height:
* 5' 6.5" (Human).
* 14 m (Titan).

Relatives:
* Unknown Family.

Residence:
* Utopia District in Wall Rose.

Occupation: Huntress (formerly); Veteran Survey Corps Member/Soldier (currently).
Affiliation: Survey Corps; Scout Regiment.
Former Affiliation: Unknown.

Hair Color: Platinum-Blonde.
Eye Color: Blue.

Personality:
Sarah has strong, independent, survivalist-like instincts. Despite her dark and shady past, Sarah shows to be incredibly mature and level-headed for her age, having to remain calm most of the time, and hardly ever seen angry. However, if provoked, her temper proves to be absolutely vicious and aggressive, typically seen in how she presents it when using physical violence. In spite of this, mentally, she's a very methodical person, who almost-always analyzes a situation before making any advances, though she does not always find it necessary, when conflicts arise.

After waking up, with the powers of a Titan, and no memory of her early life, Sarah gives off a rather cold, almost-stoic expression. As she claims to always have a hard time making friends, she presents herself in being more socially awkward than antisocial, in spite of preferring to be left alone and using her own resources. For those who know her personally, due to all of her time fighting and fulfilling her purpose, she hasn't really spent a lot of time being social. Because of this, her way of kindness is often very distant; she prefers to study people before letting them get to know her.

However, despite her toughness, this doesn't mean she won't possess a more vulnerable side, especially when managing to make connections. In fact, she is so noble, maternal, and loyal on the inside, she will give protection, comfort, and reassurance to anyone who needs it, often making others see her as an "angelic" being; giving her the nickname "The Angel of Humanity". It's because of this that Sarah is a fierce, stubborn, and determined fighter. She will do anything for the survival of herself and others, to the point where she's constantly finding ways to get out of predicaments.

Abilities:
- Omni-Directional Mobility Gear & Blade-Wielding:
Sarah is so excellent at using the omni-directional mobility gear, one could say that there were rumors of her having to be personally-trained by Levi, or if she ever used it before joining the military. Regarding this, she would rather not tell. This is also debatable in her skill to wield and throw bladed weaponry, though most of it was leaned towards her past training during her hunting years. Her level of experience is just about rivalled with Mikasa; if not, better.

- Martial Arts:
Even before joining the military, Sarah Reinhardt was trained extensively in hand-to-hand combat, having to do feats that'll allow her to overpower others, as it is also extended in her Titan form, which makes her all the more dangerous. Considerable in her peak physical condition, she is also a fast athlete with great reflexes in her maneuvers.

- Hunting Intuition:
Sarah was a trained-hunter back in her early years, during her time of living outside the Walls. She learned how to trap her targets, and educate herself on the edible, medicinal, and poisonous plant life. This skill has also been proven useful when pursuing and avoiding Titans, even while operating as one.

- Power of the Titans:
Sometime in her early years, Sarah acquired the powers of a Titan-Shifter, which made her become referred to as the "Pale Titan". Standing at fourteen meters, she easily dominated pure Titans, overpowered a few veteran Survey Corps members (who attacked her out of fear and confusion), and even rivalled herself with other Titan-Shifters. Since she appears to be far more experienced than Eren Jaeger in her Titan form, she managed to possess a variety of special powers and abilities that not even he could withhold, like her ability to harden her skin and regenerate certain parts of her body, similar to the Female Titan.

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Sarah Reinhardt
(サラ ・ ラインハルト)
Sara Ráinharuto

Smoke. Smoke everywhere; flying into the dull air of the Trost District. Living shelters have been crushed. A few blood splatters leftt behind on ground; both human and Titan. Pieces left behind in dust and the essence of the living now deceased. Her dull but impressionable blue eyes looked, as she perched herself on one of the rooftops, already finding herself staring down at the unknown Shifter before her. They just happened to cut the person out, and for the rest of her fellow warriors to terminate the remaining giants that surrounded the now-unmovable form, hunching over a giant boulder. A silent prayer came from her, right as the wind gently blew through her short white locks, and her green 'Wings of Freedom' cape. She had to question herself: Just who was that shifter?

So far, nothing came up to anyone and, as far as she knew, she was chosen to perform such a dangerous task; one of the many reasons of joining the Survey Corps, right to the point of joining up with the Scouts. The task itself was confidential, but her secret wasn't. Commander Erwin was the one who found her in her Titan state, and just by that look in his eyes when she sprouted from her giant form, he spared her, and kept the secret between him and Captain Levi. That's right, the Captain Levi; humanity's strongest soldier. That's not to say that Sarah was never in the same rank; she was just too valuable for anyone's expense.

A cold flare rose from within her soul, just as a roar came from behind her, while she stood atop the roof of a building. Sarah turned halfway around, and coldly looked upon a ten-meter, standing right above her. "Hmm", was all she said, while she narrowed her blue eyes, and slightly tightened her thin lips. 'I try to enjoy a nice moment of sightseeing, and this is what I see: A very ugly welcoming committee' , she thought to herself amusingly before tightening her grip upon the swords in her hands. Just as the giant was about to stretch out its hand, Sarah allows it to miss its mark completely, right as she launched a hook, and propelled herself around, right over its shoulder, where she was right above its nape. Turning her blades around, so they were outwards, she plunged herself right at its mark. A few of its blood splatters hit right upon her cape, right as she landed on the flat ground, before the giant corpse fell before her, right at her feet.

[Assistant]
Virtus Caelum
Virtus watched the scene from a roof of a tall building. He was standing beside a man slightly taller and skinnier than him, Tushar Feldt. They could be seen talking back and forth. Tushar had joined the Survey Corps at the same time Virtus did. He immediately started to cling to Virtus for his apparent strength and focus to become better and stronger. It was inspiring to Tushar and he wanted to become stronger like Virtus. Everyone in the Survey Corps was strong. Not everyone could join such an elite team of people, but Virtus, he had some kind of strength beyond the norm.

Tushar's father was still alive and in the Military Police Regiment. When he grew up, he wanted to be like his dad, but after a while he wanted more. He wanted to go beyond on the walls and explore the outside. The Survey Corps offered that.

When Sarah had downed the titan, Tushar spoke up almost to a yell, "Well done lieutenant!" Tushar didn't expect anything less. Her face also showed no sign of struggle through out the entire thing.

"She never has an issue killing a titan, her skill is too much." Tushar said looking down at the lieutenant with admiration. He looked up to her, and to Virtus.

'Hmph' is the sound Virtus made acknowledging what Tushar had just said.

"Admit it." Tushar joked, "You admire her too. She's not that bad looking either." Tushar pointed out trying to get a reaction out of Virtus.

Virtus looked at Tushar, "She's the leader of our team. That's all she is." He said.

Tushar rolled his eyes, "Whatever, you're just a hard ass sometimes." He argued.

Virtus ignored his comment barely making a grumble, looking down at the lieutenant, waiting for the next move to be made.

[User]
(サラ ・ ラインハルト)
Sara Ráinharuto

Sarah looked upon the vapor that steamed off of the Titan's corpse. With her cold glare, no emotion was evident upon her pale, youthful face. A part of her wondered where these creatures came from, and how she had managed to inherit the powers of Titan in the first place. But that last thing she remembered was a man telling her to "protect an individual named Eren Jaeger". Then there was something else he said but was vaguely heard. The next thing she remembered was waking up from her Titan form with no memory yet with only one goal: Find and protect Eren Jaeger.

The flashback faded just as she heard the giant stomps of a walking Pure Titan, ahead of her. Having to stand in the open may not have been the best move, but as she was looking around for a spot to launch one of her hooks, she took notice of a few fellow Scouts in the distance, just on a building from above her standing position. Making a small smile, Sarah waved a blade back in acknowledgement, but the thumps in front kept her focused. It was a smaller Titan-vermin; a seven meter. For her comrades to just stand there, it wasn't what she wanted to see in a soldier. Oh, no. "Get our comrades and the townspeople out of here!", she instructed, not wanting them to stand around.

The female waited for the smaller Titan to move closer, and just as this thing started to set eyes on her, she was already on the move. Launching a hook to a building, she propelled herself around it, and aimed for its Achilles. She watched the Titan get distracted after spotting a cadet, who appeared to be injured. Putting a spike into the giant's leg, she pulled herself towards her mark, and made a clean cut. This made it fall forwards, so its nape was wide open. With a flip in the air, Sarah striked, making a huge slice, before landing on the ground, slightly panting.


[System]
Age: 25 years old

Gender: Female

Personality: Calm and collected would be the best way to describe her. Her usual expression is her normal face, as she doesn't smile while teaching to her students. She will smile though when she congratulates her students on a job well done. Or frowns and turns stern-looking when they fail. She is always happy to help a struggling student but she doesn't tolerate a slacker who's simply too lazy to study properly.

Backstory:
She was born in a remote mining village in the mountains, with her father working as a miner. Since she were little, she had taken interest in all things mining related, particularly on the bombs they made to blow up the wall of rocks inside the mines. The job to make the bombs fell to the females of the village, so she was welcomed to learn as much as she wanted on how to make them.

However, tragedy stroke one day, when a cluster of mining tunnel collapsed, trapping the workers inside including her father. Quickly, the females of the town used all the materials available to make bombs in order to dig through the rubble quicker, but even with all the bombs they had made, it was still not enough. And the next batch of gunpowder shipment wouldn't come until the next month. Sure, they had sent a help request to the nearest town but who knew when the help would come, if at all? So all the women in the town ended up digging through the rubble day and night in an effort to rescue their men before it was too late.

11-year old Freyja was naturally consumed with worry. If her father were to die, she wouldn't know what to do. Her mother would certainly be stricken with grief as well. Thus, she thought hard and long for a way to make more bombs without any gunpowder. And at that lowest point in her life, her power manifested. When she woke up after falling asleep due to tiredness, she was grabbing a bomb inside her right hand. At first, she didn't know why it was there, but she remembered that she dreamt about the bomb, how it was made and how its composition and structure should be. So she did the same once more and to her surprise, another bomb manifested in her left hand.

Thus, with this power, she managed to save the miners at last. The villagers didn't even ask any questions at first as they were that desperate for some miracle to happen.

And so she became known as "The Bomb Girl", one who could make bombs out of thin air. Instead of being suspicious against her, the villagers welcomed her ability instead, thanks to their closely knit community.

However, one day, another channeler arrived, thanks to the rumors about this "bomb girl" spreading to the nearest town. He was the headmaster of the Institute, and he saw the talent hidden beneath Freyja, who was 14-years old at that time. Without anyone to teach her, she had managed to expand her ability to create miniature bombs as small as a pebble. She could also set them to explode whenever she wished, unlike ordinary bombs. So the headmaster approached her parents and told them about their daughter's ability, and how he wished for her to be taught at his school. Of course, her parents were reluctant at the prospect of letting her daughter go with some stranger, but Freyja herself insisted to go, as she wished to learn more about her ability herself. She told her parents the truth she had been hiding that she felt stifled staying in the village for all this time and she felt her life could be better than just being a bombmaker for the village. After some more persuasion, they finally let her go.

So she was trained in the institute as a student. And she graduated with flying colors. The headmaster asked her if she had any idea what she wanted to do after this. If not, she could stay here and become a teacher as they were quite short on mentors with the typing of architect. She agreed, in exchange for the institute's resources as she still wished to develop her skills even more. And besides, she enjoyed teaching others as back when she was a student, other students came to her for advice as she scored the highest in most of the exams.

Appearance:

Equipment: She had many chemistry-related equipment in her room, and she would use it daily for her study and experiments.

Abilities: She is very well-versed in chemistry knowledge, as it was certainly needed for her to make better bombs. She is also somewhat knowledgeable in the art of gears and pistons, as she needed the knowledge to create her walking spider bombs.

Channeller category: Architect

Description of power: Bomb creation

Names/descriptions of moves:
1. "Tiny Tim" = Her basic combat bombs. Creates five miniature bombs in one hand and throws it towards the enemy.
2. "Spider on The Wall" = Creates a pair of bombs with legs in both of her hands. The bombs can walk autonomously on their own towards the enemy or she could control them with her mind as well. They could also stick to the walls and ceilings, so they could prove effective as an ambush
3. "Sticky Hands" = Creates a bunch of nigh-invisible, microscopic bombs on her hands. If she grabs an enemy with them, they would stick to their clothes/skins. Then she can detonate them remotely.
4. "Breath of Death" = Only works when combat happens inside a closed space. Creates microscopic bombs inside her lungs that she breathes out, making them spread around on the battlefield unseen by the enemy. She cannot control their movements, but she can bait the enemy to stand in a spot where a decent amount of them gathered and let them breath them in. Then, she detonated them once they were inside their own lungs.
5. "Land Mines" = Creates miniature bombs under her shoes that would stick to the floor as she walked. They are tiny pebble-sized, not microscopic but still could be really hard to notice.

Character theme song:

Other:
She is now learning medicine making in hopes of expanding her architect ability to create them too.

STAFF CHARACTERS ONLY

Institute role: Architect mentor

Why they were chosen for the Institute: She had been proven capable both intellectually and mentally to be a mentor. She had a calm and responsible demeanor that befit her position. She had deep knowledge on the art of architect, thanks to her constant strive to create better bombs.

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Natsuki Sumiko, Starblazer

As everyone picked their roles, Sumiko knew exactly what she was planning on doing. Her abilities weren't really suited for defense, right? They weren't particularly subtle, either. So there was only one thing for it!

That was getting in as fast as she could without stopping and getting the flag. She felt a little bad about not being able to help anyone who was downed, but that was the rules, wasn't it? Taking a deep breath, Sumiko squared herself up. Into each of her limbs a warm sensation flowed, a glow forming as she provided twenty-five percent of her power into each of them. The brunette girl gave herself a firm nod, smiling... and then she was off. The additional power in her legs boosted her physical speed quite enormously, and she was ripping up the soil beneath her feet as she went. She couldn't do subtle, but she could throw her whole self into everything and give it her all!

Ideally, she wouldn't end up having to hit anybody, but it's not like it was against the rules, and she was prepared for it if she did!

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Clarabelle, the Ethereal Dollmaker

Defense made sense. It meant she could surprise people with her friends. And so, Clarabelle sat quietly down, near the flag, in plain view. Her dolls drifted outward and to the sides, hiding themselves in the nearby foliage silently. She positioned them in staggered lines, widening the further they went away from the flag. She smiled pleasantly to herself as she did. Scissors, knives... oh, she'd had to blunt then unfortunately, but the fascinatingly sharp edges of her dolls' weaponry could still take her enemies by surprise even if they wouldn't hurt them particularly much...

So, for now, Clarabelle sat and waited.

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Jonathan Walker

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Jonathan couldn't help but laugh at Mina's joke, even if it was at his expense. He had a sense of humor about these sorts of things after all, and it probably didn't help that he was a borderline masochist. All throughout the previous year he hadn't stopped smiling in battle, even with his arms and legs having been broken during the second round of the tournament. Mina had fared much worse than he had, which he attributed to a poor matchup. Jonathan had made it three rounds running entirely on brute strength and coin shots until in an epiphany he tried launching something other than a coin. Namely, his opponent. It hadn't been enough to win, though.

He seemed completely oblivious to the morally dark grey concepts that Mina had put forth. To him, it was simply pragmatism, and he had no problem with other students exploiting every weakness possible. He did it himself to a limited extent, though it took a long time to work out how to deal with some people for him, and the extent of his studies on Miss Kasuke's powers had only led him to carry a handheld mirror and polarized sunglasses in his briefcase. Woefully insufficient no doubt.

"Hah, yeah, 'Sucker punch Jonathan in the face' should definitely go in your notes. I'd like to see what you've got on me at some point. If you don't mind, I think I'll borrow your idea. Every possible advantage is a good thing, and I'll be aiming for the top of my classes as well. Perhaps we could work together."

Jonathan knelt down and flipped open his briefcase to retrieve his own notepad and a BIC ballpoint pen. His family was wealthy, sure, but not so wealthy that they avoided good deals at the local Staples. Pen and notepad in hand, he stood and begun taking notes himself, clearly inspired by his partner's work ethic.

The glowy guy in red had some sort of charge-based power and was calmly walking and barking commands - some sort of strategist personality? The girl who had punched him earlier was even more absent-minded than he was judging by how easily she had gone down. The sailor had a hell of a kick behind him, so he'd have to protect his solar plexus and groin against that guy. And... Some kid was hiding behind a tree, perhaps setting up an ambush for the boy with the sword? The thought of cowardice never even crossed Jonathan's mind. He had difficulty comprehending anyone not liking fighting.

Scribble scribble.

He glanced up towards Mina Miss Kasuke again. Were people really that intimidated by her? He couldn't really see why. She seemed perfectly nice to him.

Carrot

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Daisuke Kanzaki

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As the game began Daisuke summoned his knuckle weapon and went towards his team flag. He had trust the rest of his teammates would hold back the other team while he managed to charge his weapon, it would just be a fancy brass knuckle otherwise and seeing how some had brought swords to the match, having a blunt weapon didn't seem too much of an advantage. Looking at the other side it seemed that Bradley had already thwarted and attack, but it seemed strange to Daisuke, only an idiot would run in a straight line into the other side unless this was a distraction.

Seeing who was with him defending the flag, Daisuke saw a doll-like girl, who predictably had a doll related power. Since she seemed to know what she was doing (and because she was kinda creepy) Daisuke decided to leave her alone; instead, he focused his attention on the other girl who seemed like she didn't want to be there. Approaching her he bluntly asked her  "What can you do?"  There was no time for formalities if he wanted to win against the other team, and knowing what she can do can help him to develop a strategy to successfully defend their flag.

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Yasu Hirabayashi

As the fun began, it seemed like a lot of people started charging straight forward. Yasu had never been much for charging straight in; she preferred to take the subtle approach to her fun. Keeping a close watch, she saw her squad-mates pick their targets and engage with them. Amazingly, Bradley actually made himself useful and landed a hit on violence girl. She didn't pay too close attention, as she was looking for someone to engage personally. Eventually, an opportunity presented itself; one girl from the opposition started racing towards them, clearly fueled by some power or another.

Taking advantage of her position in the middle, Yasu moved directly between the girl and her destination. Then she unleashed a crackling brace of electricity from her hands. It didn't travel very far, but it didn't need to; Yasu was planning for this to either stop the girl's advance or see her crash right into the middle of her electric field with her momentum.

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Jonathan's laugh caught her off guard. She'd told a joke, sure, but nobody laughed at her jokes. They usually just told her she was a bitch, or sick, or walked away scared. She had no idea how to play this off, and that made her uncomfortable, and she wanted to take that discomfort out on Jonathan in her subtle ways, so she silently huffed and regained her aloofness. "I'm not showing you my notes on you. That would defeat the point!" she stated a little aggressively. "Also, you'd better not be serious about getting top marks."

So they scribbled for a while side by side. She could see Ryuuto and the South Korean boy from where she was standing, also taking notes. Suddenly, she put her hand to her mouth, looked down so that her hair hid her face, and shuddered. She was trying to hide that she was having a sudden giggling fit. She managed to get it under control but when she looked back up, her face was bright red and her eyes had gone puffy. "Sorry. It just dawned on me that all the second year here are standing round taking notes and how creepy that must look to anyone watch-" she stopped speaking as the giggling fit started again and she covered her mouth with both hands this time. What was happening to her? This was so ungraceful!

[Assistant]
The match finally began, and the redhead who punched Jonathan earlier started it by rushing straight towards the enemy's flag. Not really a smart move, in her opinion, but it certainly suited her hot-tempered "think later act now" personality. And as she had predicted, her attack was immediately repelled by the opposing team, a blue-haired boy, with a strong kick using both of his legs and all the weight of his body. The girl was flung away, landing face floor to the ground.

That must have hurt, she thought.

As the battles were unfolding, she noticed some of the non-participating students scribbling away like mad, no doubt taking notes of all the powers in display. She herself didn't understand the point. She could remember all the powers being displayed just fine without writing it down. She usually only used notes during her research, where she had to write down a complicated chemical reaction to really understand it without confusing it with a similar yet very different reaction. Compared to that, this was quite simple to remember.

Well, as a teacher, she wouldn't scold a student for taking notes. But still, she felt it was quite rude to the ones in combat. She wouldn't be happy if she were to receive the similar treatment. She would feel like a lab rat.


[System]
Appearance:

Height: 5'11"
Weight: 150 lb
Hair Color: Ash grey
Eye Color: Black
Age: 16

Personality:
Ugnis is a hedonistic pacifist, preferring to talk things over a cup of tea instead of fighting. Normally with an amiable personality, he gets along with many types of people and can force himself to be absurdly optimistic if the situation is too dark for him. This lax personality, however, masks his separate half that made him a successful mercenary. When he stops covering his eyes with the band, Ugnis switches to an extremely aggressive and almost psychopathic persona.

Weapons: Aegis - A long, extremely heavy, hilt-less sword with a three edges due to it's unique triangular shape. It has a foot-long grip, with a 4 1/2-foot blade that tapers to a point on the top.

Abilities:
Utilizes supplementary wind magic and offensive fire.

Tailwind - Creates a decent breeze from behind, making it easier to move forward and allowing projectiles to go further than normal.

Blaze Charge - Temporarily charges a weapon with magic, cloaking it with fire for one strike. Requires contact with the weapon.

Flame Rip - Ugnis rips forward and upward along the ground with his charged weapon, sending out a short-ranged cone of fire.

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The bear's roar didn't even phase the Taskmage, as Atreides used as a title as often as his own name, letting the beast focus its attention on him, and him alone. Of course, the rest of the present mercenaries and hunters present ganged up on the distracted creature and bring it down to its knees, the gem falling from its eyesocket. The thing limped away, already dying as it seemed the gem was fueling its survival. Sable would take care of the gem, probably, that bear was dying regardless of what it did. He quietly chased the creature, flames vanishing from his arm and sword, disappearing into the shadows of the forest, chasing the thing's wounded trail. It didn't take long to find, the exposed ribs and damage having slowed it down.

"Don't know what the hell happened to you, creature, but you won't last long. Going to keep fighting?"

It had not intended to continue the fight, but cornered it did, roaring and lunging at the Taskmage who had previously been sheathed in fire. One blow later, however, and it slammed into the ground behind the Taskmage, unmoving. Atreides cleaned the blood from his sword, shaking his head. Whatever had wounded the beast so and left that relic in its eye was cruel. Oh well, it was out of its misery now. Atreides started walking back to where the others were no doubt going to be squabbling over the relic. Frankly put, he was more vested in helping Sable then the relics themselves, but it was irrelevant either way. Arms in his coat pockets, he walked back to see how the petty squabble was going on, starting the same irritating whistle that he had been doing prior to them running into all those people.

[Assistant]
Mal grinned as he felt brittle bone crack beneath his fist, but then he felt it shake beneath him as the earthen hands grabbed at the bear's side. He called back his chains, wiping one hand across his forehead to deal with access sweat as he panted while they returned.

 When he looked back, however, he caught the emerald gleam as the relic dropped from the creature's eye. The bear itself was shaking beneath him as it broke free of the rock's grasp, giving Mal little time to react. Already he was losing energy fast. His body was at the verge of aching as his adrenaline started to pewter away.

 He figured he could get two more commands in maximum, and that was giving up the strength and speed of the spirit to do so. He took a deep breath, and the mark's heat dissipated as the growing spirals returned to its point of origin. Then, with a quick glance at what was in front of him, and his hands firm on the two chains as they looped around his waist, he leaped off the giant creature and called to his chains.

 "Crowley, reach for the tree!" Mal shouted and the chain on his right complied. It stretched towards the bark and slammed the sharp point into the tree's side. Then, as his right hand grabbed the links firmly, he called the chain on his right into action, "Naga, grab that relic as we swing by!"

 His right chain pulled taut as his feet neared the ground. The left chain rushed forward towards the gemstone, and Mal's eyes widened as the girl in red leaped towards it from the tree.

 There was a split-second difference. It was still everyone's game, he told himself, but he knew that there was no way he'd have enough energy after this encounter to defend it feasibly. He really should've saved on the energy before coming here. Then again, he had not expected resistance.

 Or competition.

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"Hmm?"

Midst the surge of spells stunning and suppressing the bear, Ugnis heard something like a small rock bouncing off the ground towards him. Unable to tell and curious as to what it was, he spun his leg out towards it and scooped it with his foot towards himself with surprising finesse and accuracy as he heard Sable and a chain lash out at it. But upon snagging it, Ugnis felt a dark, familiar pulse echo through his body and mind. He cringed slightly and started taking short, quick breaths. Was this what made that bear go wild? "I-is this a relic?" Ugnis asked with a slightly shaky voice. "This is... dangerous." He had no interest in the Relics or money in the first place and, now that he'd come into contact with one, had become absolutely clueless as to why anyone would want to collect them. Like dried skulls. Those are weird people.

[Assistant]
Mimi's attention turned to the bear as it scampered away. Perhaps it wasn't so fierce after all, the poor little thing must have just been angry. She didn't notice Sable leaping down, but the lanterns recoiled away so as not to impede her fall.

Something shimmered on the ground below, and she figured that must have been what Sable was after. It was certainly shiny enough to be considered a prize, and after such a riveting bout of cooperative and tactical combat it…

She paused, was the air a bit more tense?

A few people went for the gem, and Mimi had an uneasy feeling that the first person to grab it was going to make a few enemies on the spot. If a battle was to break out over it, she wanted to be out of its way. But then what of the red girl? Did she even need to worry about her? She had that burly looking man with the fire accompanying her, surely she could fend for herself with him at her side. So then, what of the others? Ugh, conflict always confused her.

As the other lanterns returned to her own platform, Mimi resigned to simply observe, and only involve herself if someone seemed in true danger.

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Sable saw the hooded boy lashing out with a chain and reacted appropriately. Gripping one of her knives, she hurled it downwards to intercept the attack, deflecting the blow. Now that the air was clear, she focused her descent on snatching the Relic. The Crimson Streak could see it clearly now, reaching out for the treasure…

"There are no do overs."

What?

Caught off guard, Sable instinctive flashed her knife out, slashing once at nothing but thin air. The blade of her dagger clanked against the Relic, sending it flying towards the man with the blindfold. Landing on the ground, she wondered immediately why her legs weren't running after it.

That voice…it took her a second to realize that it was coming from her head. Or rather, it came from her head, as now she heard nothing but the sounds of the external world. How odd. It had sounded…taunting.

Sable frowned, interest in the green Relic gone for now.

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"Want…..Her….."

The voice called out again, except this time in the presence of Yem. It called out, yearning for the boy to find it, to seek it out. Then all things would be aligned once more. The voice seemed to be coming from one of the many cavernous ruins.

A faint purple glow reflected off of the walls.

[Assistant]
Yem looked at the light shining from within the ruins and frowned. He had of course heard about the purple relic as well, and he acknowledged that whatever was in there could be it, but seeking it out now was too risky. He was wounded and had spent his strength fighting the Drider. Using the amulet had saved him, but there were too many unknown factors in using it again while he was in this weakened state. It could also be another trap, or something completely different trying to lure him into its cavern. He would definetly return here later, as he could easily find his way back, but now was not the time. For now he would rest and heal and divine as much as he could about the relic currently in his possession.

He turned away from the light and, supported by his spear, began limping away through the night. He reckoned he could retrace his steps to that old tavern at the crossroads by dawn if he kept up the pace.

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A curse danced on the edge of Mal's tongue as Naga hit dirt instead of the relic. As his swinging slowed, he pulled Crowley from the tree's bark and stumbled to the ground. The shadows gripping his chains dissipated in seconds as he struggled off the ground using the tree as leverage. He grinned at the scarlet warrior who knocked his spearhead out of the way as he started to pull back on the chains and work them into loops. His panting was heavy, and sweat dripped from his brow as he tumbled to the ground and leaned back against the tree.

 He scanned for the Relic. His vision passed over the rocky hands reaching out of the ground with one or two dislodged fingers, and they fell to the blindfolded man once more, who was holding the very same Relic in his hand. When the Crimson Streak's knife hit the relic, it must've knocked it over in that direction. Mal's eyes widened. He may have lost the race, but at least there was hope. Unlike the others, the blindfolded man gave off a somewhat different vibe. Maybe he wouldn't be willing to sell that power to the oppressive rulers of their world. It appeared as though the women in red was distracted by something else at the moment, but that wasn't Mal's concern at the moment.

 As he lay panting against the tree, with most of his energy expunged, he called out to the man.

 "Hey... What're you planning on doing with that relic?" He yelled from his sitting position. He tightened the chains around his waist like a belt of stone, "Coz if you weren't gonna sell it, then it's all yours..."

 He leaned back against the tree, and toyed with the idea of a nap. He could really use it, after all...

[Assistant]
Ugnis was surprised when he heard the distinct sound of a blade on the relic, but was more surprised as to why not one of the other mercenaries came after him when he caught it. "Weren't they after this?" he asked himself quietly as he took in the sounds of their breathing, the boy's notably more labored than Sable's. Ugnis understood that exhaustion would have prevented either of them from pursuing the relic, but why had the seemingly normal Crimson Streak suddenly stop and lose interest? "I suppose I shouldn't worry about it," He thought to himself, perfectly fine with not having to fend them off.

After a silent moment among all of them, he heard a shout come from the boy, posing an important question: what would he do with the relic? Noticing the breathing sleepily slow, Ugnis raised his voice. "Kid, the town's right next to you. At least try to get there before you crash for the night." He walked towards where the boy was to lend a hand, gathering the possible solutions for the question asked of him. "I don't need money, but I don't really want to keep this thing around," Ugnis thought, as he rolled the artifact in his hand, feeling the wild energy it seemed to be emitting. "I can't give it to the other mercs because they'll probably just sell it, and the boy doesn't want that to happen for some reason."

Ugnis sighed at the answer he came to. "I suppose I'll be keeping this for now." he announced, not really wanting the burden to fall on himself. Nonetheless, it felt fulfilling to have it for some reason. He'd just have to work a bit harder to stay calm. Suddenly, Ugnis remembered to do something else. "Say, what's your name anyways, kid?" He could never tell who someone was unless their name was mentioned. Thus, it became a personal duty for Ugnis to learn every person's name that he came across, especially if they were a fellow mercenary that wasn't out for his blood.


[System]
Picture:
Age: 109

Gender: Male

Appearance: Behdron is standard Dwarven height, about 2 foot 11. His dirty blond beard reaches his belly, gathered by three brass clasps. Behdron has light brown eyes to match. Usually, there's a pair of bronze googles adorning his face - protection from occupational hazards. He keeps his hair tied out of the way. Often seen wearing heavy leather chest and leg pieces and tough, steel boots.

Skills and Flaws:

* Masonry Proficiency. The Bronzeeye clan has a long history of cutting stone and building with them. If it's a rock, the Bronzeeyes can use it.
* Strong. Lifting and moving large materials for building requires a decent amount of strength.
* Good with a hammer and chisel. Have to cut those rocks with something, and can probably swing them at someone.

* Greedy.
* Lightweight. A secret source of shame to Behdron. What kind of Dwarf can't hold their liquor?
* Perfectionist. As a result of their trade, Behdron has obtained a need to make each achievement simply perfect. The better the work, the better it reflects on the Bronzeeye clan, and the more gold the clan gets.

Background:
Behdron was born of the Bronzeeye clan, a long lineage of masons and stonecutters. Since the ancient days of the Halls, the Bronzeeyes have been building. With each generation, the masonry has gotten more elaborate, impressive… and more commissioned gold. The resultant, current breed of masons has a reputation of a family of perfectionists that take some liberties in timelines.

As the eldest of 3, Behdron has been trained in masonry since he was old enough to lift a chisel. His mother and father have instilled in him a love of masonry and of improving the halls. Through assisting in various projects commissioned to his family, Behdron had gained a reputation as a reliable mason. He's also known for sometimes taking longer than some would expect over "important" details that "aren't there yet".

Recently, as the eldest of his family, he's been selected for an adventure. Behdron is excited to bring a stack of gold and a story fit for recording to his clan.

Miscellaneous: Nothing yet...

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On the Eve of Adventure

The mines of Thrillem tremble with the voices of a thousand dwarves...

HEIGH! HO! HEIGH! HO!

HEEEIGH! HOOO! HEEEIGH! HOOO! HEEE-

-igh! Du-ba-du-ba-dum,
Ho! Du-ba-du-ba-dum
Heigh! Du-ba-dum
Ho! Du-ba-dum
Heigh! Du-ba-du-ba-Ho!

This is the night, brethren, the eve of adventure!
Heigh! Of adventure! Ho! This is the night! The eve of adventure!

Heigh! Du-ba-du-ba-dum, Ho! Du-ba-du-ba-dum
Heigh! Du-ba-Ho! Du-ba-Heigh! Du-ba-du-ba-Ho!

Forward you go, brethren, to claim stolen treasure!
Heigh! Stolen treasure! Ho! Forward you go! To claim stolen treasure!

Aye, you feel it in your Bone,
Pride, and longing, for your Home,
Strength and honor, kin of Stone!

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The night is young, but you can barely stand. There's a feast in Thrillem tonight and the dwarves mean business. Not just any feast, no. Your feast. You're being celebrated as heroes for undertaking the Great Quest. You're going to the surface, to travel untold miles through uncharted lands, to slay a dragon and steal its hoard. A dragon. And you're going to slay it. You've already said it what feels like a hundred times, and heard others say it more than a thousand, but that somehow still can't seem dispel that gnawing in your gut. The one that's there to remind you that Hey, guess what! The dragon ain't dead yet! And tonight might be The Night, but tomorrow is certainly The Day. The day when it begins for real, this adventure of yours...

But leave the worrying for the greybeards! You're still young, and tonight is for you! There's a feast going on, and what a feast it is! Delicious delicacies and beverages by the barrel from all across the land, booming drums and roaring brass, thousands upon thousands of torches and candles and all eyes and all smiles upon you, no expense is spared.

You're sitting with the rest of your comrades at the table of honor in the middle of the great hall. You're surrounded on all sides by throngs of your brethren, sitting at tables of their own. On the dais at the head of the hall sits the greybeards, the elders of each clan, looking down on their people with watchful eyes. They're counting on you, and you mean to honor that trust. Your thoughts are suddenly interrupted as Beorthric barges into the table with two fists full of pints. "Refreshments!" he bellows as he smashes them down on the top, and proceeds to lean in towards you with a funny frown on his face. "And good thing, too" he says, nodding over to a neighboring table "'cause them Orebreakers over yonder was bad-mouthing the lot of us, saying they'd stomp us no sweat in arm wrestling, and I figured we'd need a drop 'o strength seeing as we're going to take 'em up on that challenge! Who's with me?"

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Kragg Stonefist

Kragg was on his third full plate of mushrooms, wedges of cheese, and slabs roasted meats when his comrade Beorthric arrived at the table with a whole bunch of pints of booze onto the table. "Beorthric! Just in time, I was feeling a tad bit sober from eating all this food!" He welcomed the beer toting dwarf warmly as he, just as warmly, cradled a pint and downed it in three mighty gulps. "Ahh...so much better." Kragg said before taking his attention back to his meal and devouring it with renewed gusto. Even at the third full plate, his gut still had room for a half dozen pints and two more plates of food. But what caused pause in the bottomless pit of a dwarf's meal was that the notification that the table of Orebreakers were slandering them. "Them's fighting words from beardlings that can barely carry their own weight in gold. Ancestors, frown upon me if I let this stand. Beorthric, You have my help in this matter." With that, Kragg stands up from his seat on the table and prepares to show the table of Orebreaker dwarves why he was known as the Bull of Clan Stonefist.

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As celebrations goes Brazmere couldn't recall a feast so grandiose. Some of remaining kegs of 'All Sorts XXXXX' frugally being handed out along with some of the best smoked duroc pork on offer. The glow of the braziers giving everything on the tables a golden halo.

Brazmere was taking his fill but of course more liquid than subsistence and as his tankard hit the table his fellow 'surfacer' Beorthric turned up with another.
"Cheers Gents" raising his brew along with a few others that heard. The laughter and cheering of the night was infectious along with the boisterousness between fellow dwarves and clans. Beorthric pointed out a table of orebreakers wanting to draw first blood in the evenings festivities. Brazmere drew a large grin across his face as Kragg agreed he stood up on the bench pointing at the breakers table "Who do you think you are? A bunch of orecrumblers with 'my first pickaxe' at your side dare challenge us?! Bring it on!" Brazmere stepped off the bench onto the stone floor knocking the shoulders of his comrades "Come on lads, this will be easy"

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As the uproarious singing of cheerful drunks and fire-forged friends shook Thrillem's beloved feasting hall of old, only one dwarf seemed able to resist the infectious atmosphere of camaraderie. On any other day, one would expect to find Norburr Deepslate minding his own business over in a corner away from the other dwarves, with only a plate of roasted bitterroot, well-seasoned mushrooms, and salty cave fish fillets for company as he pored over ledgers of charts, records, and supplies. While the others stuffed their faces and got back to work, he could spend hours picking at his meal as he checked and rechecked the books to make sure that every lesson from the last expedition had been learned, and everything was in order for the next. After all, failure to do so -as Norburr loved to remind anyone who doubted his methods- could mean the difference between life and death. And yet, that fastidiousness and his exacting standards meant that for as long as anyone could remember, Norburr Deepslate -young in body but old in spirit- ate alone.

Not so today. For out of everyone to brave the myriad and unknown dangers of the outside world on this terrific quest, of all the stout-hearted warriors and celebrated heroes, it was Norburr who they picked. Nobody, they reasoned, was better prepared to tackle unknown territory and dangerous terrain than him, the prospector whose preparedness, perception, and perseverance saved who-knows-how-many lives down in the deep. And therein, Norburr realized, was the problem--the reason why even now, in the midst of a celebration for him, he sat slumped on one hand at the dinner table, a dour look upon his wan face. It was because he knew what both opportunity and danger looked, sounded, and smelt like that he could overcome the underground so well! The idea of being thrown to the wolves on the surface world, a place devoid of documentation and research, terrified him. What even were wolves, for instance? What did they eat, and how did they hunt? Were they afraid of fire, like a number of subterranean predators down here? Did they make some distinctive sound that could be used to steer clear from them? Norburr just didn't know. And knowing wasn't half the battle; it was everything. And because this was such an honor, he couldn't possibly refuse.

He was so lost in thought that he jumped in his seat when Beorthric slammed down a new round of drinks onto the table. He blinked in mixed bewilderment and annoyance Beorthric leaned into the group to make them aware of the gauntlet thrown down by their neighbors. Norburr glanced over at the Orebreakers. Surly, burly, broad, and dust-speckled...they were miners through and through, the very salt of the earth, and tough as nails. Of course, no typical dwarf would take any such challenge lying down, no matter how stout the competition. Kragg Stonefist, however, was an exceptional dwarf, as strong and honorable as they come. Alongside him, Brazmere Granitebrew eagerly rose to confront the competition, going as far as to rouse the others to join him. Even Norburr was no exception, which the prospector actually didn't mind that much. If he was stuck going on this expedition, he really ought to try to improve his standing with the others in the long term, and he could certainly stand to distract himself from his misgivings for now. With a roll of his eyes Norburr downed the last of his mead (that being just his second cup) and got to his feet. "Let's just try not to break anythin', eh?" he groused, massaging his shoulders. "Don't know about you chaps, but I'd rather not start off tomorrow in a cast!"

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Behdron had never seen quite so much food and drink before. The celebratory cheers, singing, and chattering certainly set the stage for a night to be remembered. With a table full of his favorite meats, a variety of cheeses, and of course a grand amount of alcohol, there was little to be wanted. Between the revelry and feast, there was also little time to think about the realities of the quest. Amazing and impressive descriptions of a dragon! A beast that hoards enough gold to make generations of clan proud. Dangerous? Difficult? Those must all just be stories. Exaggerations. How many Dwarves have seen a dragon anyhow? How big could they possibly be? The cave lizards aren't very big, that's for sure!

Speaking of feasts and merriment, as Beorthic approached the table, Behdorn may have been on his second… or third glass. Or maybe it was his fourth? What was the content of these again? The buzz was certainly getting to him by now. Behdron felt that perhaps reaching for some more meat might be the best option… or was that the cheese in front of him? With the arrival of more pints of alcohol Behdron began to sip very slowly on his glass while grabbing a variety of the foods around him. News of the Orebreaker's boasting left a sour taste in his mouth, and he slammed his glass on the table.

"Stomp us?! Those wee lads could barely match the size of our fists!" He exclaimed. He stood up from his seat, twirling around to face the Orebreaker's table with a small tumble to his steps. "Why you lot hic are on! Let's do this." With that, Behdron pulled up his sleeve and teetered over to the table.


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Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Nature: Steven's rather stoic, but he's hardly unemotional. Despite being carefree, he's also practical and tends to be simple. Steven tries not to overcomplicate things. He can be fairly stubborn and petty, however, though it doesn't seem like it. Nevertheless, he doesn't hold grudges and typically does whatever needs to be done, even if he usually doesn't do anything else. He's the kind of guy who doesn't set his mind on much, but when he does, he goes all the way, and he's adaptable enough to make it work.

Looks: Steven sports black hair and dark eyes, and at first glance, his features have little that are distinct about them. He's slightly taller than average, and his build is a little bigger. His expression is usually neutral and rarely changes. However, if you look deeper into his eyes, then you realise that he actually doesn't really care about a lot of things, bringing about a certain air of calmness which translates to his body language.

Steven is currently wearing his normal clothes and is wielding his dad's halberd, as well as carrying stuff in a backpack and lugging around his dad's old plate armour. Looks heavy, but it isn't to Steven.

Class: Farmer/knight/juggernaut, kinda. Let me explain.

Practically from the first time he could walk, Steven was trained to help out on the farm. And then, after a little of that, he was taught how to fight from his dad. He learned knight skills and built up his strength in order to use them effectively should the situation call for it. Over his lifetime, Steven's managed to build up an uncommon amount of endurance and strength, enough to carry almost anything unencumbered, though this isn't purely because of his upbringing.

Story: Steven's story begins with his father. Steven's father was a relatively successful knight famed for his endurance on the battlefield. He rose up the ranks to be quite a respected knight, but decided to settle down with Steven's mother and return to his roots. Buying a sizeable property, he began tilling the soil like he did in his youth.

Steven was born as part of 8 siblings. 4 sisters, 3 brothers, though Steven was the oldest son (not oldest sibling, mind). As such, he got trained for the sword stuff first. He kind of just accepted it, as none of his other siblings really wanted it, mainly to spare his dad's feelings. In all honesty, Steven just wanted to live life for a while, doing stuff. Not really anything specific, just stuff.

His life passed rather uneventfully for a while, until…

Motive: The announcement came! His dad couldn't take the call (old wounds and stuff) and the rest of his siblings weren't really ideal so Steven decided to shoulder it by himself. The way he figured it, his dad would be pretty happy, and it wasn't like he was doing anything else with his life. And besides, seeing stuff he'd never seen couldn't be a bad thing, right?

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Due to his current state of mind, Abel tried to avoid encountering the old man the best he could. He'd averted his gaze and lowered his hat, hoping to be left alone-- but at the rate things were going his way today, he wouldn't be surprised if this town's bar served nothing but watered down pumpkin juice. In any case, Abel didn't see any reason why he should be rude and not respond. The human was kind-- or perhaps senile-- enough not to comment on him being a 'duolvva' after all.

"Yessir," Abel nodded, tipping his hat upwards, "The comforts of home would be nice, but if I was there I wouldn't be working. Me and my traveling companions have answered the call of King Gonagas and are heading to Helsset."

Abel's eyes fell on the cup of water that was extended to him. It seemed innocent enough, but Abel, always the cynic, could not bring himself to accept it, "I appreciate the offer, but I would feel awful taking water from those who are out sweating in the fields when I have my own water skin."

He smiled apologetically and was about to bid the man farewell before a thought suddenly crossed his mind.

"You wouldn't happen to be familiar with a lad named Säätur, would you?"

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Santa@BytheSpleen@Shikaru The cougar launched forward one more time. Lyra's beam barely missed the beast and hit a bigger boulder behind it. Illumina had better luck with her sword. She missed the neck but the blade dug deep to the side of the hunger driven mountain cougar.

The damage interrupted the beast's leap and it fell tumbling. Driven by an desperation the animal quickly struggled to a standing position. It had failed. It scanned it's surroundings. To it's left there was Lyra. In front of it was Illumina with a drawn blood dripping sword. Steven had made it to block it's way to the boy by now. Behind it there was another boulder approaching as the cougar backed slowly leaving a trail of blood.

The beast's steps began to be weary and unstable. A surge of panic filled it's mind and it took two quick steps launching at Illumina. The still deadly clawed paws aimed at her head.

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"Säätur?" The old man returned the water to the open barrel, "there is a boy with a gentle heart". He smiled a moment thinking about the timid lad. Then his countenance darkened and became gloomier. Looking at Abel carefully, with slightly sharper attention than before he then said after a moment of considering silence: "How do you know the boy? His mother has been looking for him the whole day."

The old man put the bridles by his side and turned towards Abel.

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Lyra fires again at the beast, still relatively primed with some energy. Still, though, her breathing felt a good deal heavier and more labored, and her body looked as alabaster as the snow-capped mountains from which she came. Two charges were all it took now to tire her out, apparently.

My, she might've been in worse shape than when she started using magic! After this whole adventure, maybe Lyra would have to see if there were any runes or other old magical contraptions that were sucking the energy out of her. She used to raise the dead, for goodness' sake!

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A well timed shot had managed to let Steven make it in time, sort of, since it'd done its job to distract the beast. However, it just turned its attention to Illumina. Steven would just have to fix that, wouldn't he?

Steven jumped over the boy and landed with a roll, coming up feet first, but he didn't stop there. He sprang forward in the mountain lion's direction. He was sure he could kill it fast, though it didn't matter if he could or not because he had to. As he ran towards the mountain lion, he prepared to swing his halberd. His dad's advice sprang to mind while he ran to kill the mountain lion.

"Alright Steven," He had said. "The halberd is a heavy weapon that bears similarities to the axe."

Steven was getting close to the mountain lion, close enough to strike. He gripped his weapon with both hands, but left it at his shoulder.

"It's got some things over the axe, but is about as hard to use." He'd continued. "You have to think of the same thing to hit the enemy."|
"And what's that?" Steven had asked.
His dad smiled, happy that his son was eager to learn.
"Aim for where your opponent is going, not where he is." His dad had replied.

As the lion pounced, so did Steven. As he did, he twisted his body right, drawing his arms back to swing his halberd. As his jump peaked, he twisted to the left, bringing the halberd off his shoulder forward in a murderous arc, right down towards where the Lion's head would be.

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Abel raised a concerned eyebrow as the man's demeanor quickly changed. Quite suddenly, he felt he was being accused of something sinister. Best clear this up before it leads to problems, he thought to himself with mild annoyance.

"Ah, so you know him," Abel smiled with a hint of relief in his voice, "I merely passed a young lad by that name on my way here. He was playing amidst some rocks-- said he was looking for a flower to give to his mother." He motioned back in the direction he came from, tipping his hat further upward and dabbing a bit of sweat with his sleeve. He hoped that this motion of freely giving the old man a good look at his face would remove any lingering suspicions.

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Santa@BytheSpleen@taistelusopuli

Illumina froze as the beast leapt at her. Roll out of the way? Stab it? Come on brain work damn you!. Rolling out of the way seemed the best option, and really only viable option, before she lost her head in more ways than one. She didn't even notice Steven jumping in to attack the beast or Lyra firing her weird death beam again, without much more thought she rolled sideways out of the way, netting a large gash on her head and face. She didn't have time to check to see if it caught her eye, she was curently to busy on the ground clutching her bleeding wound and cursing in pain.

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Santa@BytheSpleen@Shikaru

The starving mountain cougar had no chance of surviving. It's paw reached Illumina's face tearing four deep cuts. Each surely leaving a permanent souvenir from the trip. The moment that happened and Illumina rolled, Steven's halberd hit the beast at the root of it's neck. The blade sank deep into the body of the cougar. At the same time when the lethal iron met the beast, Lyra's death beam hit it's side. The ink colored, snake-like projectile penetrated it's fur to devour all life that was left in it.

The lifeless, almost decapitated carcass hit the ground with the force of the halberd and Steven's blade sank few inches deeper. Blood streamed freely from the gaping cut that separated the body from the head. The cougar's fur began to take ash shaded color from the death beam.

Silence fell on the scene. Säätur found his way to a sitting position and turned to see the others. He froze on the spot.

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"Was he alright?" The old man seemed to relax slightly but the gloomy concern remained on his face. "That boy was not home when the family woke up. They were afraid that he had been taken like his older brother."

The last sentence seemed like it escaped from the old man. He realized what he had just said and looked around confused and embarrassed. "I ... I shouldn't have said that. It is not my place it say more." The old man's voice slightly faded to a apologetic whisper as he turned his eyes towards the direction where Abel had pointed.

"Say, you had others with you?" The man kept his eyes fastened at the Rocky Gate in the distance for a moment more before turning his eyes back to Abel. "where are they now? You came here alone." The gloomy concern had not left his voice.

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Immediately, Lyra ran towards Illumina before applying pressure on her wound. Forget Saaturn; her accomplice to-be was already hurt!

"Take Saaturn back to town, and get an apothecary or doctor!" she barked as she quickly unbuttoned her shirt before pressing the cloth on Illumina's wounds.

"If I didn't miss that time...it's all my fault! Dammit!" muttered Lyra under her breath as tried to lift the human's onto her lap, to avoid blood from spilling out. Truth be told, the idiot Saaturn was at fault, but then again, who was the woman that didn't drag his arse back to the town?

Who was the one who even entertained the idea of fighting a cougar without the proper attire and retraining?

It was the same thing all over again. More friends to be lost, more mistakes made.

At the very least, though, she had a corpse to work with.

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As Steven's halberd swung downwards, he saw the cougar launch its attack. Steven put in some extra strength into his swing trying to make it go down faster, but he could see that it wouldn't work. 4 cuts on Illumina's face. As the cougar's claws drew blood, its neck blossomed red as Steven bore down on it. Lyra's death beam entered its side and Steven's anger-fueled strike drove through the beast's neck, slamming its corpse into the ground. Blood sprayed from the open wound, coating his halberd in blood.

Steven wanted to curse more than anything, but his mind and upbringing prevented it. He panted there, halberd still in the corpse, feeling like he could've done more.

"Illumina-" Steven said, looking up to where she lay.

But as he looked up, he saw that Lyra was already attending to her. As Lyra barked orders at him, Steven forced himself to calm down.

He sighed, releasing the tension he'd accrued killing the lion.
No sense to beat myself up for it. What's done is done.

"It isn't your fault. It's fine. She's not dead." Steven said, taking his bloody halberd out of the lion's corpse. "I'll go as fast as I can, but I doubt Satuur will like it."

Steven walked quickly over to his discarded pack behind Satuur and rifled through it, looking for something specific.

"But we have no choice, so here." Steven said, tossing the mystery item to Lyra. "You'll make better use of this than I ever could."

It was a roll of bandages, given to him by one of his siblings. He was never very good at first aid, unfortunately, but he'd taken them because he thought they would come in useful. He still hoped they would.

"Keep her alive as long as it takes." Steven said, dropping his halberd by his pack. "I'll be leaving my stuff so I can go as fast as possible."

Walking over to where a traumatised Satuur sat frozen, Steven gently put a hand on his shoulder and talked to him softly.

"Satuur, I know this must be shocking for you, but I'm going to need to take you back to the village." He said to the shocked boy. "Do your best to hold on, because I won't be stopping before I get there."

Before the boy could protest, Steven picked him up by the shirt and put him up on his back.

"There could be more of those lions, but that lion looked pretty desperate, so it might be isolated." Steven told Lyra. "There probably aren't anymore, but be careful anyway."

Steven's expression was neutral but determined. The events that just transpired could be thought about later. What he had to do came first.

"I'll be back soon." Steven said.

Without waiting for anymore words, Steven bent forward and took off, sprinting towards the village. It was within shouting distance so he was sure he could make it. He had to. He'd already failed once, and he wasn't looking to fail again.