[System]
Age: 36
Class: Ordo Malleus Inquisitor

Equipment (Guns,armor,grenades/etc)
-Armor of Zhevon, a suit of powered carapace armor. Many of the features in this suit emulate the features of stormtrooper armor. The robes he wears are made of the same material that the Skitarii robes are made of. The actual carapace and unarmored locations in the armor are coated in aegium, giving him the agility needed for his preference towards melee combat, while not sacrificing protection. As a bonus, he carries a Rosarius, which protects him from incoming ranged fire, the Rosarius is in the shape of a golden cross necklace. All of these combined give him a surprising amount of durability. This armor has been dipped with the Ungents of Warding, which is known to repel daemons and warp powers.
-The Blade of Sardonyx, named after Zhevon's homeworld, this sword was a gift from the Lord Inquisitor who had picked him up from his home. The master crafted power sword has proven itself for over a decade. This sword has been dipped with the Ungents of Warding.
-The Heart of Sardonyx, a very recent gift to Zhevon, from the Mechanicus. The Heart of Sardonyx is a hand crafted Conflagration Inferno Pistol, mounted in the forearm. Allowing Zhevon to use his sword with both hands when required, without needing to holster his sidearm. He has not used this weapon outside of the firing range.
-Digital Weapon 'Mandiblaster'. Mounted to where his jaw would be on his helmet, there are four. He and a friend in the Mechanicus created this in an effort to emulate Eldar Striking Scorpion Mandiblasters.
-Null Rod, an obsidian rod that when switched on, crackles with anti-psyker energies. He likes carrying a Null Rod on the occasion that a Heretic Psyker is just on the verge of summoning a daemon. He has made the observation that hitting one in the middle of a summon completely shuts down the summon, resulting in one very confused Psyker, in a room of confused Heretics, and a grinning Inquisitor. As of recent, he's gotten pretty good at throwing it. Also helpful if his own Psykers start going crazy.
-Backpack. He carries several things in his small backpack. A canteen of water, some food, and whatever needs to be carried. He has several Consecrated Scrolls strapped to the sides of his backpack. He often carries a thermis of tea, although most of the time it gets cold by the time he finishes it.

Notable Deeds and Skills:
Friendly. Zhevon is what you call friendly. Many Inquisitors, xenos, and people in general, who at first were very rude, have eventually become on decent, or even good terms with him. He is actually on very good terms with the Mechanicus, having done several personal favors for them.
Radical. He is considered a Radical Inquisitor by most Puritan Inquisitors, due to the times when he negotiated and made dealings with xenos. When prompted why, his reply is often along the lines of, "My duty is to slay the Daemon, not the Xeno."
Master Swordsman, using ancient techniques from his homeworld and mixing it with several newer styles he has learned, he is extremely capable with his power sword. He often tests his skills against a variety of foes, other Inquisitors, Grey Knights, Astartes, to name a few. On one occasion he even sparred with a Striking Scorpion of the Eldar, he lost, but considered it an extremely valuable learning experience. To this date, he has slain countless lesser Daemons with his trusty sword, and even banishing a Greater Daemon of Slannesh. With the aid of half a Chapter of Space Marines and some others.
Defeater of Ke'Mra, the Pleaser. During a battle, the Chaos Forces present summoned a Greater Daemon of Slannesh. Zhevon rushed into battle to face the Daemon, hoping that he would catch its attention so that the Imperial forces would be able to continue fighting. He was successful in distracting the Daemon, who was amused that a single human dared challenge it. It was not amused much longer when it realized that it was then surrounded by tanks and heavy weapons. After the battle, the Ordo Malleus offered him a Daemonhammer. Zhevon refused, saying that he had zero experience or training with such a weapon. He preferred his sword.

Appearance:

Name: Gregor Mekel
Age: 27
Class: Guardsman

Equipment:
-Carapace Armor, a kitbash if anyone has ever seen one. Gregor combined Cadian "Kasrkin" Pattern Stormtrooper armor with Tempestus Scion armor. He uses the Kasrkin bodyarmor and pauldrons, while using the Scion greaves, gauntlets and helmet. The backpack is from the Scion armor set. Despite the occasional complaint from the local Techpriest, this kitbashed armor does not seem to hate Gregor, instead, the armor has saved his life on numerous occasions. Gregor keeps his armor gunmetal black with a steel grey trim. To cut down on weight, he has excluded the armor that covers his thighs. The Inquisition I can be seen on his left boot, and his pauldrons. The carapace armor includes a microbead for communication, photovisor(NightVision), rebreather, and an integral auspex with a wrist display. While most wrist mounted auspex are mounted on the topside of the wrist, Gregor has opted to flip it and mount it on the bottom side of his left arm. This allows him to keep his Meltagun up and gives him the ability to look at his auspex with only a glance.
-Accatran Pattern Mark VIII Meltagun, Gregor prefers the Accatran Mk.VIII over other Meltaguns due to its lighter weight, and the addition of a carrying handle. He has a bandoleer with several melta canisters on it. On his left hip is some webbing, he typically has two or three canisters strapped there too.
-A shortsword and Combat knife, the sword sheath is mounted at his lower back. He has an additional standard issue Imperial Guard combat knife, strapped to his left pauldron, used for when things get really bad, or he's in a space too small for his sword.
-A Mars Pattern Mark IV Command Laspistol, right hip holster. He uses the slightly heavier Mars Mk.IV due to its increased range. Since if there is no armor for him to blast, he's not going to waste any Melta charges on mere cultists, he's going to use a regular gun. Usually keeps his spare chargepacks wherever he can put them, pockets, on some combat webbing, sometimes strapped onto his gauntlets or even his boots. The amount of chargepacks he has usually ends up at around four or five, not including the one in the pistol.
-Explosives, Gregor usually carries several Meltabombs in his backpack, he uses them like bricks of C4. He also usually carries one or two frag grenades somewhere on his body within easy reach.

Notable Deeds/Skills:
-Survivor of Operation Grey Gold. Operation Grey Gold was a mission lead by Inquisitor Caphus into rebel territory. Inquisitor Caphus needed to investigate if the rebels were dealing with Chaos. He requisitioned a platoon of nearby Guardsmen to help him punch through rebel lines. Gregor, having just been drafted into the Guard was among the Guardsmen who were in that platoon. That was his first mission, at 18 years old. At the end of Operation Grey Gold, only three of the platoon had survived. Gregor was one of the three. Rather than letting them back into the Guard, Inquisitor Caphus recruited them into his retinue.
-Bane of Armor. Gregor has a knack for destroying armored units. Whether it be Dreadnoughts, Tanks, APCs, IFVs, planes, if its armored, Gregor probably knows how to kill it. He has spent weeks studying records of vehicles, so much so that if something new appears, he can look at it with only a glance and guess where its fuel tanks are, where the crew are sitting, where the ammo racks are held, and its possible weak points.
-AT Specialist. Gregor's knack for killing armored units has earned him access to much of the anti-tank weapons in the armory. He is an expert with the meltagun, and decent with rocket launchers. He is proficient with a lascannon, only because he spent much of his lascannon practice time having fun with heavy stubbers and heavy bolters.
-Creative. Gregor is a creative fellow. He once dressed up as a rebel and infiltrated a rebel camp, only to realize that the rebels were also chaos cultists. He may have nervously said some mildly heretical things to keep his cover, while he secretly planted bombs to distract the bulk of the enemy force. Ultimately his disguise failed when he accidentally blew up their latrines with one of the bombs he had planted.
-Veteran. Despite his somewhat unimpressive origins, having started out as an Imperial Guard Conscript, he has grown to become a combat veteran. Being just as elite as Stormtroopers. This is due to working with said Stormtroopers constantly, Gregor has picked up on their tricks, techniques, and has even received field training from some of them. Although field training is a little optimistic, it was more like dragging him around and yelling at him in the middle of battle, but he got the message.

Time with Inquisitor: 9 Years, Gregor's lost count of how many missions he's been on with the Inquisitor.
Appearance:
Gregor stands at 5 feet, 7 inches. His skin is a little on the paler side since he got his carapace armor. His black hair is kept in a military styled buzzcut. His eyes are brown in color. As a Guardsman, he is fit and strong, able to carry all of his equipment and walk around for as long as his Inquisitor needs him to without getting too tired. He is also capable of sprinting with all of his gear, which is particularly useful when he's going to blast a tank or a daemon. His face is unscarred and he looks a little younger than he actually is.
To be honest, out of his carapace armor, he looks like a typical guardsman. Nothing really spectacular.

[User]
"To be honest, not that I wouldn't be, telling me that I am run of the mill because I am a medic not only makes you sound condescending, but also egotistical. Do not assume that the medical field is the only area I was educated in, I spent many years furthering my education and skills across multiple subjects." Solares slid off of the countertop and landed upon the marble floor beneath her feet. "I take pride in what I do Psyker, perhaps someday you will find yourself in the need of a medic and I will be the only one around to help you." With a light shrug, Solares walked nonchalantly over to the window overlooking the metal sink and glanced out into the front yard.

"Let us change the subject to something more current alright? Take a look outside, the night is finally upon us and it seems the Inquisitor's retinue has new additions to it." With her left hand, she pulled the blinds open so that Adrainne could see all those that were still gathered around the armored vehicle. "Do you think we should make more food or do you think it will be enough for everyone?" asked Solares as she held eye contact with the Psyker. This was actually a good question, the sudden addition of new members to the Inquisitor's retinue brought up a set of new challenges that everyone them would have to face.

Back on the couch, Aviza had fallen asleep, it had been one long day and she knew her fellow Sister of Battle would awaken her when dinner was ready.

[Assistant]
"I didn't say you were not useful!" Adrianne was quick to defend herself, raising a spoon of whipped cream causing some of it to fly off and hit parts of the roof and wall of the kitchen!
"Medics are important! It's just that... well, you are common, I suppose I could say. As in rarity! I'm more... uhhh, rare!"

Feeling the conversation take a turn for the awkward and almost eerie, Adrianne was quick to agree with the suggestion of changing the subject as she returned to focus on making the food, whilst casting a glance over at the outside.

"Well, two of the new additions are Adepts of the Mechanicum!" She would note as she eyed Lilith and the Genator. Pondering the fact for a moment, Adrianne would glance over at Solares.
"Do you know what they eat, or if they eat anything at all? They are like half machine, aren't they?"

Adrianne said, not really sure how the mishmash of mechanical cybernetic components with a human base structure really affected the individuals. It was always difficult to tell with the adepts of the mechanicum. Sometimes, she was not sure if they were even human to begin with!

"I got no clue myself. Should I get some machine oil and bolts for them instead? Or should I simply point them to the nearest recharge station?"

[User]
"No, nothing for now Magos. I could procure some Ork subjects for you, if you need any test subjects." Zhevon said, he looked to the door, "Excuse me, this disguise is getting rather uncomfortable. Feel free to enter the safehouse when you wish."
The Inquisitor left and walked into the building discovering that Adrianne was already in the kitchen cooking a meal... In her own specific way. With floating knives. He noticed some mess in the kitchen, notably whipped cream on the ceiling. He merely scratched his head and walked up the stairwell into his room, where his armor and equipment was stored.

He threw off his disguise and slowly, carefully put on his original garb, armor, and equipment. After settling the helmet back on his head, he sighed. Finally complete again... He exited his room and walked back down into the living room. Looking up at the cream on the ceiling.
"I'm going to have to say that competitions are not allowed anymore."


[System]
Age: 16

Gender: Male

Class: 1-A

Personality: Yukito is extremely studious and nerdy, trying to learn all there is about the world he lives in, and the people that live in it. Socially, he is somewhat shy and quiet, but kind and generous, and will not hesitate to try to help a good person in need. He can easily make a decision, and stick with it, but at some times (when he is in a bad state or in panic) it is hard for him to think rationally and he won't stay calm. Regarding his pansexuality, he hasn't spoken of it to his family and friends. He does, however, not try to hide it, as he doesn't want to accidentally lose the chance of love. (And he doesn't flirt. I don't think people like him flirt.)

Background: Geography, physics, math, history, you name it, he's almost definitely got it. What he lacks in strength and personality he excels in intelligence. Yukito's parents are very strict, but they strive for him to be the best, and they wish to enroll him in a prestigious college. In his family life, he has two siblings, an older brother and a younger brother, and his extremely strict parents. His older brother is the slacker of the family, the one who stays home all day doing jack shit. His grade-school level younger brother on the other hand, learned from Yukito and is on par with about a middle school student's intellect. Though Yukito's family isn't even close to the richest, he still was pressured to do his best, by family and friends. From an average person's perspective, they would probably think Yukito's background is pretty average. But the reason why he needs to strive is not just the prestigious college, but his parents. His parents, although very smart and responsible, did not make close to the right decisions in high school/college. They, instead of studying and learning, chose to go with friends and have fun, fool around, and throw parties when no homework or projects were assigned. If it were not for this, Yukito would probably be rich- but also a delinquent like Utaho. But these past mistakes made by his family give him an inside hope to never give up.

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Skills:

Geography/World History
Yukito is extremely interested and proficient in the field of Social Studies {Geography/History}, and was even the champion of a regional contest in the subject. This is his best grade, and his grade in this maintains a beautiful A+. He knows all the capitals of the world, from Moscow in Russia to Yaren in Nauru, and even the smaller countries like Bhutan and Georgia. This is obviously his favorite class.
(SUPERIOR INTELLECT WILL BEAT YOU ANYDAY BRO)

Math
As this is also a core class and a very important one as well, Yukito is forced to excel in this. Even though he is not interested in it, he is forced to try to be the best in his class at it, although he himself doesn't think of it that way. That, of course, doesn't mean he does not like the mathematics subject in general. He still believes it is sometimes fun, and crucial to graduate and make lots of money.

Life Sciences/Physics
Although Yukito loves the hands-on part of this subject, and he loves learning about certain parts of Science. But the only problem for Yukito is the arduous, boring lessons and lectures given to the students. In this subject, he seems to excel in organic life, including reproduction, the ecosystem, and cells. (Life Sciences)

Physical Education
He can run. He can jump. But he sucks at everything else. Staying up all night studying and doing entirely academic, indoor activities takes a toll on your physical performance. Although he does exercise occasionally to keep his weight low and his good looks staying fresh.

Extracurricular activities
Yukito is in three different clubs, the Chess, Honors, and the Cooking Clubs. (Yes, I just made those up ;.;) He also knows how to play and practice the piano, but I don't think that would really matter in a zombie apocalypse.

Weapons: N/A

Relationships/Friendships:

Mi Kiyoshi
Yukito only really talked to his very small group of friends, but that doesn't mean he doesn't notice the other kids in his class. His relationship with Mi is unknown, as he hasn't really interacted with her.

Paneru Yagyuu
Paneru is not even an acquaintance to Yukito, as he probably doesn't even notice the poor boy. But since Paneru is an older, class 2 student, Yukito looks up to him as a sort of "role model". Not to mention his kind personality, one that Yukito would try to adopt.

Other: Yes. The tag is right, he is a nerd. Just like me.
They ate Shoske! (What else did they eat?)

[User]
Shiho@Phobos

Kurisa listened as Utaho and her lackeys spoke about what they were seeing, Kurisa looked at Utaho and he could see this shit was freaking her out just as much as was freaking him out. Despite her not really showing it he could tell...her body didn't lie and in a weird way it was somewhat comforting to see he wasn't the only one on the verge of loosing his shit. Kurisa let out a deep breath he seemed to have been holding unknowingly...there was so much going through his head right now and with Utaho and her lackeys putting some sort of trust in Kurisa's decisions it put a weight on Kurisa's shoulders...it was almost like they were trusting him with their lives and right now on surface he was somewhat calm but inside he was loosing his shit! "Fuck! Fuck! What do I do!? I don't want to get them killed with stupid decisions! Why couldn't that other guy pull super hero out his ass and take charge! Why...Why does it have to be me...why do they have to trust their lives to me! FUCK!...This is real now...I don't have time to regret this! If they want a leader or hell...just want to trust their lives with my decisions then I have to step up to that role...aslong as I appear calm, appear like I know what I'm doing...perhaps I can help calm them...but that's just appearances...god fucking forbid if they know how I actually feel..."

Kurisa looked down a little, his right hand gripping the broom handle, he could feel it shaking...then shoske began to freak out, Kurisa then walked up to Shoske and gripped his collar with his left hand and looked Shoske dead in the eyes "Calm the fuck down! I'm like you...I don't know what's going on...but panicking isn't going to help us, we need to think! I don't give a shit about what happened before between us...right now we fucking survive got it!? I'm sure you got family you want to see...we will fucking get out of here and we will survive this shit! I'm not ready to die to some fucking psycho's!" Kurisa then let go of Shoske's collar...his hands still shaking a little as he tried to calm his nerves but Kurisa had only brought his own downfall already with his own words...the mention of family...Kurisa was sure his Father would be fine and even his mother...but his sister...she would of been at school...the very thought of how she'd feel in this situation almost brought tears to Kurisa's eyes.

Kurisa then turned to see the Prez standing back up, which caused his eyes to widen...what was going on here? he..he just died! the fuck was even going on!? this was like a Movie or something but the concept of what was happening was impossible to grasp and understand. Kurisa then took a deep breath as he spoke "Look...by the sounds of what's going on this is what is happening to people. They are being eaten and somehow coming back to life...but I mean look at him...does he look like the same know it all bastard he was before?...he isn't human anymore...I refuse to believe that. The way I see it, we are going to need weapons...cause I'm not fighting these fuckers with my bare hands! The Tech room is on this floor right? we should make our way there, barricade ourselves in, get what we can and then fight our way out...I don't see any other way...the longer we stay here, the less chance we have of surviving and I don't want to survive...I need to fucking survive. I'm sorry prez...even I didn't hate you enough to do this!" Kurisa gripped the broom handle with both hands as he then rammed the broom handle into the Prez's chest, aiming to pierce his heart...yet it was like it did nothing...he was still moving, trying to grab Kurisa "B-But I pierced his heart...he shouldn't be able to move...what the fuck!?" Kurisa then tried to pull the broom handle out, realising it was basically stuck in the guys chest. Kurisa then slammed his right foot into the prez's gut causing the broom handle to pull out of his chest and causing the prez to stumble back and fall into some others like himself, the few falling down the steps.

Kurisa then turned and looked at the group behind him "This is our chance...we are heading to that Tech room and now! The other way sounds like a death trap, even more so with no weapons to defend ourselves!...Utaho...make sure the other guy stays with us...I don't know about you but I feel a lot better knowing we have some numbers...let's go! avoid getting close to them and move your ass...keep your fucking wits about you to, they could come out of anywhere at this point!" Kurisa then began making his way towards the Tech room on the third floor, passing the Prez who was struggling to get up

Weapon: Broom Handle
Hits used: 1
Hits left: 1
Throwable: N/A

[Assistant]
Mi stood, messenger bag at her side, a plank of wood in her hands as a 'thing' walked in. It approached Mi with strange steps, slowly headed towards the frightened girl. Mi prepared to hit the creature, she didn't want to call it human, watching it was it approached her. When the thing was close enough to hit, Mi swung at it. She hit it's head with a decent amount of force, but the thing did not falter. So Mi swung again. She heard a faint crack, the wood itself wouldn't hold up very much longer, and Mi wasn't doing a whole lot of damage.

Mi attacked the zombie repeatedly until it fell, Mi's wooden plank had broken as well. But, the thing had stopped moving. Mi had probably bashed it's head enough to do some damage. But her weapon was broken.

[User]
"What the-" Megumi's extinguisher was snatched away from her and replaced with a flimsy metal object, to white she simply tossed aside and scavenged the ground, exchanging her needle for a rusty metal pipe, conveniently palaces near the railing. The school must have forgotten of the item when they were replacing the fencing around the rooftop.

Now let's see who was here... Aki-the one who took her fire extinguisher-, her brother, Reiko, Ben, and Paneru. An odd mix, yet she couldn't argue.

As an approaching monster appeared, Megumi swiftly kicked her leg underneath it, sending it flat onto the ground. Using her weapon, she repeatedly smashed it against the soft part of its skull, which surprisingly gave away rather quickly. Her weapon had a few hits left to it, maybe. Blood coated the metal in a thing layer, and droplets of the liquid rested on her uniform, tarnishing its once crisp appearance.

Reiko had began barking orders at her sibling and Aki. She agreed with baracading, however letting one of those things live!? "What in the FUCK is your plan Reiko?" She asked. Hopefully... It wasn't to play scientist.

She had desired to aid in their efforts of closing the door, yet her brother and Aki seemed perfectly able to do so already.

Metal pipe|6 hits left yo

[Assistant]
When the two boys headed up the stairs, they were expecting to find survivors; but instead they found the undead. Yukito almost stumbled down the stairs, along with the zombies. But by some miracle, Yukito and Shingen were able to run up the stairs to the next floor. Maybe it was the speed of the zombies, or maybe it was just luck. But the two boys, mainly Yukito, were heading to the tech room just around the corner. "Come on, Shingen! We gotta get to the te-" But then he noticed that his friend wasn't really in the best mood, especially since he had a bite in his shoulder. When Yukito saw this, he instantly let go and checked how his friend was doing. "Hehe, don't worry about me..." The plump boy tipped over on his back, not really able to move. "Wh-when did this even happen? You didn't make a sound when I was dragging you on!!" A few zombies; the ones from the stairs perhaps, were coming to get them, and almost definitely eat them as well. "I didn't even notice it until you looked at me... I guess I'm tough, huh?" Blood was trickling out of his mouth, and it was pretty obvious he was a goner. "Just leave me here and kill me when you get back from the tech room. You don't want a fat zombie running around, do you?" Shingen managed a small smile, and Yukito nodded, heading to the tech room, internally mourning for his lost friend.

Yukito opened the door to the classroom, and with luck, there were no zombies inside, although there were some zombies still coming closer from earlier. All he had to do was find a weapon quickly and end Shingen's life as he wished. Yukito searched through shelves and drawers, until he came across a tool box. "Okay, which one to take..." He could almost definitely carry both a hammer and a crowbar at the same time, so he took both, one in each hand. He waited a few seconds, and gathered more weapons on the table, and looked at all of them, laid out for anyone else who came to the tech room. The young man Yukito was about to leave, when he saw two small groups of people heading to the tech room. He didn't recognize the first group, but he could definitely recognize Utaho, the bully and delinquent who often stole or had people steal his lunch and money. Honestly, this would have been a great time to kill her right then and there, but a weak person like him would probably get thrown into a crowd of the walking dead before a single blow could be dealt. "I guess I have to help them in..."

Weapon: Hammer/Crowbar
Hits used: 0/0
Hits left: 12/10


[System]
Age: 21

Appearance:

Copen is quite an attractive young man. He is tall at 6'2", and lithely muscular. His skin is pale and free from blemishes. He has honey-blond hair that sticks up in points when not styled (which takes him a bit of time; he's fairly vain) and navy blue eyes. His eyebrows and eyelashes are a slightly darker shade of blond. Copen is European (Danish), and his features are sharp in his longer-than-average face. His nose is straight, with no bend to it, and his pale pink lips are thin. He has a sharp jawline that is slightly squared. Copen's best feature is probably his smile – not necessarily because his teeth are white, but due to its easygoing nature appearance that matches his. His preferred sense of fashion is a little older than him, and he has a preference for dark jeans and button-up shirts with desert boots. He carries himself slightly stiffly, with a straight back and purposeful stride.

Height: 6,2"

Weight: 65kg

Likes: Beer, ladies, dancing, light-hearted people, fish, cycling

Dislikes: Sobriety (in both ways), quiet, litter

Party Trick: "You think I can't beat you in a drinking competition? Hah!"

Profession: Waiter in Danish restaurant on Shine Street

Bio/Personality: Copen is ever-happy and ever-smiling. It is rather difficult to get him down in the dumps. He is a rather free soul, usually leaping from one woman to the next – he's quite the ladies' man. He doesn't intend to break hearts; he simply gets distracted (this is true in other parts of his life as well). He's quite flirtatious and charming; with a quick smile that crinkles the corners of his deep blue eyes. Copen is a lover of parties and alcohol, and is very loud. He speaks Japanese with a Danish accent.
Copen grew up in Denmark in an upper class family, unsure of what he wanted to do one day. However, he knew that he wanted to visit Japan someday - he was fascinated by the country. He went to an international school that offered Japanese, and took extra classes. He studied at university to become fluent, and moved to Japan for a gap year or two while working in a Danish restaurant. Copen still isn't sure of what he wants to do with the rest of his life and is still 'finding' himself.

[User]
"What sort of drink are you suggesting?"

"Hot cocoa," Tomoko answered honestly. "I brought three thermoses of the stuff in case I spent a long time out here tonight on homework, but I got it done a lot faster than I thought I would; I haven't even touched two of the thermoses yet. I need to head back to where I was anyway, so just follow me if you'd like some." Giving was a good thing to do sometimes. Either it was the couple swigs of the hot drink she'd had before stumbling upon this scene or being able to generously help someone who was in a bit of a pinch, but whatever the source, Tomoko got to enjoy a warm feeling through her body. And she managed to save a stray page of her homework from getting carried away on the wind too. Bonus points. If life was a game that could be tracked in points, Tomoko was confident of the score she'd built up tonight.

Turning and making her way back toward her little spot in the park, she looked over the area and did a mental checklist to ensure everything was still there. Three green thermoses, two of which were full of hot cocoa and one half-full? Check. Cute frog backpack? Check. Textbooks? All five of them, check. The big tree she'd chosen to sit under was still there too, and of course, nobody had managed to steal the city or the night sky just yet. Everything was just as she'd left it. Perfect.

Tomoko sat back down in her spot and picked up the half-full thermos from among the trio, opened it up, and took a quick sip. Coffee was too bitter for her, not that Tomoko was fond of bitter things to begin with, and this was a very delicious alternative to it. Now then, she'd sit here for a bit and wait for her new acquaintances to show up, if they showed up. That was their decision in the end. Not Tomoko's. For now, she'd unzip her backpack, put the almost-runaway sheet in it, and pull out her near-finished math homework. Finishing would be easy.
@Knight of Doom

[Assistant]
As Kyle led them through the crowd and towards the bar, Nori did her level best to think of anything but the three battered men back in the red room and by the time they made it across the dance floor she had successfully pushed it to the back of her mind. "How about we get our drinks and we can grab one of those tables? As for my 'new friends' I'm assuming they're among that writhing mass… So we might get the opportunity to meet them later, I haven't really properly met them myself to be honest."

"Sounds good," Nori said in reply to the getting drinks part of that conversation, plopping down on one of the two available bar stools towards the end. "We'll keep a look out for them, but if they don't want to come out of there," the blonde gestured toward the crowed dance floor with her chin, "…then we probably shouldn't interrupt them," she finished, giving Kyle a meaningful look that seemed to say,' let's-not-be-cockblocks'.

It was at this moment that Jennifer sauntered over, wearing her white uniform top that had the first four buttons undone, as per Mr. Bickford's dress code. This made it hard for most people to look anywhere but her cleavage, and Nori was no exception. "Hey, doll," Jennifer teased in a way that Nori knew she had been caught staring.

"Hey," Nori answered, looking up and meeting the other girl's gaze with a bashful grin. Their eyes were both nearly an identical shade of amber, which was one of the reasons a lot of people mistook them as sisters and while Nori found this flattering, she also thought it was extremely awkward, considering what they sometimes got up to in the bedroom when they were both bored.

"Can I get you something?"

"The usual," Nori ordered, to which Jennifer's perfectly groomed eyebrows shot up as she looked meaningfully over towards the liquor closet before waggling her eyebrows suggestively at the DJ. "You know that isn't what I meant!" the blonde chided playfully, swatting at the other girl's arm. "A whisky sour and whatever my friend here wants," she corrected, laying a hand over Kyle's on top of the bar.

"Your friend, huh?" Jennifer murmured, leaning over the bar to give them both a good view of down her shirt while looking Kyle over appreciatively. "I see what you like about him. What'll it be, friend?" the bartender asked, giving him a wink.

After taking his order Jennifer went to go make the drinks, leaving the two alone again. "We go way back," Nori said as a way of explanation, averting her eyes to the crowd of people withering on the dance floor. She focused on one couple that was seconds away from public indecency, when the ponytailed man from earlier caught her eye. "Hey, don't you know him?"

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@Daxam

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"We'll keep a look out for them, but if they don't want to come out of there," the blonde gestured toward the crowed dance floor with her chin, "…then we probably shouldn't interrupt them," she finished, giving Kyle a meaningful look that seemed to say, 'let's-not-be-cockblocks'.

Kyle laughed and nodded, but she was absolutely right, were the tables turned and they were undulating on that floor (which honestly didn't sound too bad) he'd want a similar priavcy, so to speak. Suddenly a woman...a very well endowed woman approached them from the bar, she was wearing a white shirt with practically half the buttons opened. Kyle caught himself staring at her breasts, turning away hoping Nori didn't see him only to find her in a similar predicament; this also raised some questions.

"Hey doll," she said with a teasing voice.

"Hey," Nori looked at her with a bashful smile, the plot was certainly thickening, she looked like a guilty puppy having been caught staring. Kyle's eyes flicked between the two, they had similar features, even similar shades of amber eyes, but despite thinking that maybe this was her sister the way the two acted with each other made him think otherwise.

"Can I get you something?"

"The usual," Nori replied to which Jennifer's face lit up in such a way that even more questions and...arousing images began to fill his mind. "You know that isn't what I meant!" the blonde chided playfully, swatting at the other girl's arm. "A whisky sour and whatever my friend here wants," she corrected, laying a hand over Kyle's on top of the bar. Kyle smiled, blushing softly as the waitress leaned over giving both of them a clear line to her cleavage, giving Kyle a look over.

"Your friend, huh? I see what you like about him. What'll it be, friend?" the bartender asked, giving him a wink.

"An Irish Monk, please and thank you," he smiled brightly at the bartender.

"My, and polite too, I think you've got a good one Nor," she winked again before getting their drinks ready, leaving the two of them alone again.

"We go way back," Nori said as a way of explanation, averting her eyes to the crowd of people withering on the dance floor.

"Uh huh," Kyle eyed her suggestively, an impish grin on his face, "I don't have to worry about any sort of competition now do I?" Sure he was being a bit of a butt, but after catching her with those googly eyes for Jennifer, he couldn't help but tease her a bit.

"Hey, don't you know him?" Kyle turned to see a familiar face sitting at one of the booths, the guy from earlier, without Sabine...where had she gone off to? He was slightly worried, but she did say she could handle herself, that being said Nori was still waiting for an answer.

"No actually, but like I said I hadn't been properly introduced to either of them yet, so...why not?" Jennifer returned with their drinks, Kyle deciding to open up a tab for the two of them, there wasn't any reason why they couldn't have another drink later or pay for theirs right away. They said their farewells, Jennifer giving a flirty smile to Nori as the two of them departed from the bar and towards the lounge area. As they approached, Kyle waved his hand once to get his attention, "Hey, you're that guy that Sabine ran off onto the dance floor with earlier right? Mind if the two of us sit here?"

Without any apparent objection Kyle and Nori took their seats opposite of of the guy, "Things were a little...crazy earlier so I know we never were properly introduced, I'm Kyle and this is Nori," he pointed first to himself and then to her, "What's yours?"

After introductions were made, Kyle couldn't help but ask, "So where did Sabine run off to?"

Dollie @Daxam

[Assistant]
Copen was mildly pleased that his jacket was accepted. Although full of himself and rather obnoxious, he was still a little chivalrous and liked to look after people. Besides, it was sort of his way of making it up to her. It probably ruined her night a little to be spilled on like that.

However, at the other girl's response, he deflated slightly. Oh. So she wasn't being all flirty or anything, and offering them alcohol at a bar… That was indeed a shame. He ran a hand through his blond hair, glancing back at Amaya as the other girl walked off without much more words. Clearly they either followed or they just left her. But now he felt a little guilty, to leave this kind stranger. The offer hadn't been exactly what he'd been looking for, and yet…

Copen looked across the park where she was heading, at the small area with her stationery. All alone. No-one deserved to be lonely. He inclined his head toward the other girl, looking at Amaya expectantly.

"Shall we?"

of Doom


[System]
Gender: Female

Nationality + Special Forces Origin: Russian, Spetsnaz GRU

Age: 29

Appearance: Standing at 5' 11" Aleksandra is unusually tall for a woman, and she takes great pride in this. Her body is heavily scarred from knife fights, bullet nicks, shrapnel, etc, and lean muscle is evident under almost every bit of exposed skin. Her prematurely white hair is tied tightly in a short ponytail kept under her helmet and mask. Her face is smooth, with slight cheekbones and tawny eyes that burn with a fierce intelligence.

General appearance when equipped, add a gas mask.

Rank: Мла́дший лейтена́нт (Mládshiy Leytenánt - Roughly equivalent to 2nd Lieutenant)

Role: CQB/Extensive training in CBRN warfare/Special Forces Engineering Specialist (including EOD and heavy weapons operation)

Weapon(s):

L1 - Standard Equipment:
 -AK-12, 5.45x39mm, 30 round magazines. Equipped with a Kobra sight, vertical foregrip, collapsing stock, CQB suppressor, high visibility green laser sight, and a flashlight.
 -AF1 Strike One, semi automatic pistol in 9x19mm Parabellum, eighteen shots per magazine with a high visibility green laser sight.
 -An American Smith & Wesson R8 revolver purchased on her own dime, eight shots of .357 Magnum, rail is equipped with a high visibility green laser sight.
 -A full bandolier of RGO grenades with markings such as, "Ради Копенгаген" (For Copenhagen) scrawled on them in permanent marker.
 -KA-BAR

L2 - Fortification:
 -Pecheneg Machine Gun, bullpup, with collimator sight and a short suppressor to dampen the blast of the 7.62x54R.
 -AF1 Strike One, semi automatic pistol in 9x19mm Parabellum, eighteen shots per magazine with a high visibility green laser sight.
 -An American Smith & Wesson R8 revolver purchased on her own dime, eight shots of .357 Magnum, rail is equipped with a high visibility green laser sight.
 -A full bandolier of RGO grenades with markings such as, "Ради Копенгаген" (For Copenhagen) scrawled on them in permanent marker.
 -KA-BAR

L3 - CQB:
 -Saiga 12 SBS, with foregrip, breaching barrel, flashlight, and bayonet.
 -Vityaz-SN - Flashlight, laser, foregrip.
 -AF1 Strike One, semi automatic pistol in 9x19mm Parabellum, eighteen shots per magazine with a high visibility green laser sight.
 -An American Smith & Wesson R8 revolver purchased on her own dime, eight shots of .357 Magnum, rail is equipped with a high visibility green laser sight.
 -A full bandolier of RGO grenades with markings such as, "Ради Копенгаген" (For Copenhagen) scrawled on them in permanent marker.
 -KA-BAR

Background: Now a career soldier, Aleksandra was born to an impoverished family somewhere in Siberia, near Novosibirsk. She doesn't recall much of her childhood, except that it was hard, and to survive she had to be harder. Mean things killed things that were less mean, so she resolved to be the meanest thing out there. Whenever she could she would read to distract herself from the less than pleasant conditions in Siberia - be it from an old book or a news article. It quickly became apparent that she had more to her than muscle, but her ferocious appetite for intellectual stimulation was forced to whet itself on old books.

At the age of eighteen, with no formal education whatsoever and a heavily muscled physique, she joined the Russian Armed Forces. Basic training was… less difficult than she had figured it would be - the 30km runs carrying rucksacks filled with stones reminded her of similarly long runs tracking down a herd of deer to keep some sort of nutrition in their diets. Said hunting trips had also honed her skills with a rifle, and she establised herself as a merciless terror in close quarters. She took great pleasure in throwing people into walls or flipping them down on the floor.

It was around this time she earned her nickname and callsign of, "The Wolf", the name was fitting - she ate about as much as one, and was just as willing to rip someone's throat with only out if need be.

Right after finishing training, she was deployed to the intensifying situation in Chechnya, and after a few years of combat there, came into contact with a cyclosarin bomb in the 2013 Grozny gas attack. As the only survivor of her platoon, she was shaken by the ordeal, having donned a gas mask to tear gas a home before rounding a corner and finding her squadmates coughing and dying right in front of her - with nothing she could do. Nothing but run to minimize her own exposure. Not even the harshness of the Siberian wastes or years of combat experience prepared her for the agony she saw on that day, nor the aftermath on the civilian population.

After being released from medical care, her previously poor social skills only atrophied further, and she buried herself in academic literature, teaching herself everything she could find to do with potential biological and chemical weapons. She called experts in the field and picked their brains, trying to see if there was something, anything she could've done. Eventually she applied to the CBRN training school, despite her lack of a college degree or real formal education of any sort. She was denied entry, and instead applied for combat engineering and was accepted.

Sergeant Volkov completed her combat engineering training, receiving her certification for the role before being redeployed to active duty. Eventually she applied to special forces training and passed, being quickly assigned to a unit of the Spetsnaz GRU. She reapplied for CBRN warfare training and was this time accepted, completing the training near the top of all applicants. She spent several tours of duty undertaking the clandestine operations that never reach the newspapers, racking up her share of kills and earning the respect of her comrades, despite being a woman.

Following a successful raid on a black market transfer of ICBM and radiological components by a collaboration of FSB and GRU agents, Aleksandra was loaned out to Task Force Echo in an attempt to improve relations and promote cooperation between Russia and the Western powers.

Equipment: * Specialized CBRN capable fatigues, the gas mask will open up, sleeves and pants will as well to allow airflow, suit contains a high efficiency CBRN filter as well as a self contained oxygen supply for low oxygen environments. Is equipped with sophisticated and experimental systems capable of, in theory, detecting a containment breach and sealing it within seconds. Also has a small air conditioning unit located above the buttocks, along with the suit's battery.
* Geiger Counter
* Iodine pills.
* Antidotes for commonly encountered neurotoxic gases such as sarin or cyclosarin, emergency supplies of antibiotics for biological warfare casualties.
* Six charges of PVV-5A and a detonator.
* Gerber tool
* NVGs
* Binoculars
* Wire stripper and various wires
* ?

[User]
Tyler had one hand gripping a piece of webbing on the side of the RHIB tightly. He lay over the side, C8 aimed out in front of them. He thanked the Creator now for those tactical glasses he has on. The ocean spray turning his face an oddly pleasant dampness. He grinned a little and gripped tighter over one really powerful wave. He smiled a little, "Bigger boat...should have brought something with guns maybe. Sir." He grins softly.

He's decked down from head to toe. Combat BDUs, helmet, vest and webbing. His Hi-power strapped to the front of his vest, P-SARK sheath just below his left shoulder which would allow him to quick grab it. The entire squad here kitted out in their own way. Echo is the kinda outfit that you know is worth being in. They know their shit. SAS, Frogmen, 601 SKSS and other units besides. Multi-national, multi talented. Echo pretty much had it all and more besides. He's honored to be along, kinda glad Petawawa let him be detached from his CJIRU group to be allowed to act with Echo. It felt really good to be among them.

As soon as they hit the shore. He leapt out, grabbed the front lines on the boat and pulled it further up onto the sand and rock. Just so their boat didn't end up washing out into the water on them. Last thing they really wanted to do was have to swim out to it when they needed to make an escape. Along the same lines of your AFV taking a rocket when you thought you left it in a safe place. He didn't want to be the one to be asked to swim out to the boat later in the operation to get it.

When the boat was squared away he headed over and knelt down beside their new 2IC, Aleksandra, and today his squad leader. Two man squad, worked for him. He gave her a nod, whispering, "On your mark ma'am. I've got your back if we need to split off from the main group ma'am." He checked his rifle, slotting a magazine in, holding the Wildcats for later. Just a straight up 5.56 mag for now, lock the mag in, he cocked it, getting a round in the chamber, made sure the sure AAC suppressor attached to the barrel of his C8 is attached correctly, then does the same for the Hi-power, checking the loaded mag on the Hi-power as well.

He smiled, everything squared away. This ought to be good. The order of business, quiet infil, thin out the herd. Knife and blade. Make sure bodies are hidden, make sure they don't get up. These bastards wanted to bomb and kill people, he had not worries about doing the exact same to them. Not in the least. Canada might be the worlds peacekeepers. But today, this is one Canadian that's going to be a life taker, rather then a life saver.

[Assistant]
The Chinese operator was riding in the boat, sat right next Blacktail as she pointed her ACR out the side of the boat. Unlike the Canadian operator next to her, she was squinting to deal with the ocean spraying in her face. She was carrying goggles in her rucksack, but the ride wasn't going to be that long so Olivia opted to deal with the ocean spray. It was nice to have water on her face that wasn't being poured over a towel. The operator stayed patient, breathing calmly and maintaining her composure, despite it being her very first operation with this task force. It reminded her of her SAS days, executing operations that not even the British Parliament knew about. The only knowledge of those operations remained within those who were involved.

One nice thing about being a part of Echo was that she didn't have to deal with wearing those gas masks. She was decked out very similarly to her colleagues, the only difference was that she was the only one wearing a short sleeved shirt. It was personal preference, given the climate of the region. Her helmet had a pair of night vision goggles mounted on it, so that she had an easy time seeing in the dark. Plate carrier, Crye combat pants, 5-11 rucksack, Olivia's preferred equipment to her exact specifications. Crazy how they got everything down to the tiniest little detail.

Once the boat had hit the shore, she had jumped off and regrouped with her squad, kneeling close to Merlin as she checked her weapon, making sure that a round was chambered. The ACR was a weapon Olivia had taken quite a liking to ever since she fired the first round of 6.8 SPC out of it. She had it outfitted, hybrid sight, AN-PEQ 15, silencer, and an angled foregrip. But based on the sound of what Merlin was getting at, maybe the ACR wasn't the best tool for this particular objective. The only other weapon she had was her Sig Sauer. She let the rifle rest on her back, pulling out her Swiss-made pistol and pulling the slide.

Hopefully the rest of her squad had a similar idea. Just waltzing in with a silenced pistol and a knife, slitting throats and sending .40 S&W rounds through their heads. It wasn't a pretty sight but it was something the whole Task Force was used to doing. They were trained to do things that most people couldn't handle to do. What traumatized most would just be another day at the office for these people. Olivia pulled a silencer out from her vest and attached it onto her Sig Sauer, then unsheathing her knife and positioning it right underneath her gun. "Ready when you are, Merlin."

[User]
Aleksandra once again held her necklace close as she huddled in the boat with the other operatives. She whispered muted prayers to herself under her breath, seeking forgiveness for the horrors she would be visiting upon these people - no matter how much they deserved it. Killing, no matter how righteous, would always be a tragedy - the death itself indeed, and the damage to the killer's psyche moreso in this case, that it was necessary the greatest tragedy at all. Aleksandra sighed to herself as she felt the adrenaline begin to circulate in anticipation - despite her spiritual misgivings about killing she was a fighter. Killing came naturally to her, the first man she had killed hadn't even been in military service - it'd been during a fight over… something, she didn't even remember now. All she could remember was the rush of a fight, the knife sliding between his ribs…

She shook her head, philosophy could wait until she had, hopefully, returned from the mission alive and in one piece. Right now she had higher priorities, and, finishing her prayer somewhat awkwardly, having just broken from remembering that day.

Looking up at Merlin she processed his words for a moment, she'd heard everything he'd said despite being lost in thought, and after a moment's thought no better plan of action had come to mind. Drawing her knife she spun it expertly in hand, face contorted in a savage glare as she remembered the sightless eyes and agonized faces of those who had died in gas attacks right in front of her. "Sounds good to me. Overwatch is keeping away nasty surprise, yes?" She calmed down slightly, slipping the knife back in its sheath as she mulled over the tactical situation some more in her mind. Her accent was thick as usual, but still perfectly clear - at least to anyone used to it.

Whatever his answer, she refocused on the rapidly approaching shoreline. Moving ashore quickly and quietly with minimal fuss, she quirked an eyebrow as the one Canadian - Tyler, she remembered- moved over next to her. She gave him a noncommittal shrug in response to his question, "For now I would stick with Wizard. Tell me if anything big catches your eye and we move to eliminate it. For now…" she pulled her knife out again, twirling it around her fingers playfully before clamping down on it in an icepick grip, "Tracheostomy time."


[System]
"Gotta keep my heart beating, after all."
Sex: Male
Age: 17
Appearance: Darius stands at 6'2, with brown hair, brown eyes, and a freckled face. His hands are callused and his body is well-built, especially his arms. He has never lost a competition of strength within his age group before.
Ethnicity: American-Canadian
Personality: Darius is hard-working but not driven. He's focused, but he's not ambitious. He's smart, but he's not studious. He has all the qualities of a good employee and student, but he doesn't have the drive that his peers, even the inferior ones, have. He has no idea what he's doing half the time, and spends the other half with his head in the clouds. He's neither a picky eater nor a glutton, and his sheer ambivalence with everything highlights the fact that Darius has no likes or dislikes. He's a product of a world where everything can be accessed with a Google search, where every necessity of life can be gotten with a phone.

He's just someone who wants to kill time.

At least, that's what he thought he was.

Background/History: Darius lived in America, in a middle-class family. His father was in construction, and his mother was a nurse working evening shifts. He was left alone for most of his life, with his parents encouraging him to find his own passions and pursue them. But Darius was pretentious back then, and thought that there was nothing worth his while. His life before elementary school consisted of watching TV documentaries and YT videos.

In Armstrong Elementary School, Darius realized that he was, indeed, a rather kingly figure. He was taller than most of the boys in class, and excelled both in academics and physical education…and promptly thought of those things as pointless as well. Daydreaming through most of his classes, he still managed to pass his classes with flying colors, whilst gaining the admiration of his peers as some sort of genius athlete. He wasn't. He was just taller and stronger than the rest of them. And god, he was bored as fuck.

It was in Ravenwood High School that Darius got his first taste of something that killed his boredom: Kir Niwa. A dude who looked more like a lady, Kir was a badass fencing champion, and after a rough start in which the two of them got into an 'accident' during physical education, they became some sort of friend. The first two years of high school was fun because of that, and for once, Darius thought that he was having fun.

Then he had to move to Canada because his father got a new job as the manager for a logging company, and the dream was dead.

From then on, Darius continued his decadent life, going to a school full of boring individuals and doing part-time at his father's lumber company, cutting down trees for money. Pure suffering, really.

Goal/Desires: An entertaining challenge that would ignite the passions within him.

Powers:
Radiant Eclipse – Who knows what that is? I honestly can't even begin to guess.

Lightburst - What does this even mean? Google doesn't give me anything useful.

Photosynthesis – Darius gains power from light, regardless of how weak or feeble it is. Obviously, he gets more energy from direct sunlight than firelight, but his absorption abilities are potent enough that he can even gather energy from moonlight. His physical abilities are increased in accordance to the amount of light energy he has stored, and are expended whenever he performs a superhuman feat. He can also substitute food and water for light energy, meaning that, no, Darius doesn't really actually have to eat, sleep, or shit.

Equipment/Inventory: When Darius was transported to Aurora, he was at home, watching TV. Essentially, he came to the world with nothing by his clothes. Not even shoes. Which sorta sucks, but it's not that bad.

But hey, hard mode is fun.

[User]
"It just goes on... and on..." says Rin in a soft voice as she looks off to the distance... a long branch she had pulled off a tree serving as her only tool on this strange place. She had been startled by how easily she had seemed to be able to pull it off... however, not exactly surprised. Something had changed when she came to this place... and in her heart of hearts, she felt certain of a few things.

This was not their world.

They were not the same as before.

They were invited upon this place.

The details of it are foggy in her usually crystal clear mind... it had all happened as if in a dream. And before she knew it, she no longer was about to doze off on the car back from her lessons... she was upon this great, alien valley.

With them.

Rin looked back at the two girls that had awakened at her side. They had not spoken much at first... surrounded by animals they had kept their mouths shut and then kept walking. However... sooner or later they would need to speak "Tsukino Rin. That's my name"

[Assistant]
"This clearly is nothing like home." Mana whispered to herself as she took a look at her surroundings, she took a look out and saw these... fantasy creatures of some sort. She was wearing her the hood of her hoodie on her head, her green hair hung down with her fringe going over her eyes, her red eyes peering around the place. She looked towards the door before she noticed people who were with her, they seemed human but... from what she saw out there they could just be in a disguise of some sort. She looked at a boy with blonde hair, who looked somewhat innocent before she took a look over to the one with brown hair and freckles on their face. She stepped up off the ground before standing and looking at the surrounding building, noticing the expensive-looking furniture and construction of the place.

"Where the hell are we?" Mana said as her voice echoed throughout the chapel, she took a look over to the mysterious looking statue to see the strange design of it. A creatures body and the head of a man? What is this place? Mana thought before she noticed the others starting to wake up, she reached into her pockets for her knuckled knives before holding them up in self defense.

"Who are you? And what are you?" Mana asked the two of them, she somewhat glared at them before a roar of a dragon was heard from above, she was started by it by looking up. "Dragons as well?" Mana said before she looked back at them.

[User]
Shill wiped her brow of the sweat forming there, dissatisfied with the lack of relief it offered. Her sleeves and pants had been rolled up to the midway, though she kept the scarf tight around her neck and stuffed down her shirt. Didn't want to risk burning it on anything in here, certainly didn't look like it would be too hard. Each step on the rocky ground sent heat through her soles, and every time she let her arms still the air would cling to them and make her sweat more. So she kept herself moving, if only slightly, bouncing on the balls of her feet, gently swaying her arms too and fro, and occasionally checking the pocket watch. Not for the time of course, she had no idea what time it was, but rather to see the seconds pass. One, two, three, four, right now the only relevant time was how long they'd be in this place.

Speaking of, she turned her attention from the door to her two companions, if they could be called as such. The larger was quite something, tall and well built, with plenty of jewelry dotting his skin. Shill couldn't bring herself to get piercings, something about needles, and yet here this man had so many. He must be brave, surely, she thought, and was happy to be allied with someone like him. At least for the time being, anyway.

The slighter one looked not too much older than herself. Shill couldn't help but admire his wardrobe, elegant and fancy. Were she not an errant soul, she might have liked to dress like that. Plus, his hair was colored, like her own, and she made a mental note to try the "brown and blonde" combination one day.

However they had more pressing matters to attend to, like the heat, the door, and their escape. While getting out as quickly as possible would be the preferable option, it was after all a door, and someone could very well be dwelling behind it. Provided they could charge it down, would they intrude on someone else? Or perhaps they'd discover something. Either way, the path back no longer appeared to be an option, so that left them only the door. Her lips pursed, hands resting on her hips as she cast a glance over her shoulder.

"Well fellas, whatcha think? Should we knock first? Wouldn't want to be rude or anything," she said, placing a hand upon the metal. As expected, it was hot, but her palm was covered by the leather bracer and spared her skin from being burned. "Definitely feels thick, like a vault. Maybe there's a lock somewhere?"

As she crouched down to inspect the door, Shill remembered her manners, smacking her forehead in embarrassment. "Sorry that's rude of me, all in a hurry and what not. I'm Shill, it's nice to meet you two. Do kinda wish it was under better circumstances though."

[Assistant]
@Guilty Spark
"Wasn't expecting to deal with these temperatures for a couple months," Valair muttered to himself as he watched his breath fog up. Now most people would probably be freaking the fuck out at having gone from their morning commute to frozen hell. Valair had remarkable self-control, but that alone couldn't have possibly allowed him to accept all this without batting an eye. So what was his secret? Well a combination of the cold literally slapping him across the face, the realization that panicking would probably led to a quick death by hypothermia, and the undeniable sensations that no, the temperature was not a figment of his imagination. Hell, he could feel the beads of sweat begin to freeze against his skin.

Thus rather than run around like a headless chicken in a panic, Valair took a few deep breaths to calm down and then analyzed the situation as best as he could. First off, he wasn't alone but had two companions. For one of them he quickly shrugged off his jacket and held it out for her to take. "Here." He shivered a bit at the loss of a layer of clothing, but it passed quickly as he now spoke to both of them. "Name's Valair Androda, but for now let's get a move on it." Blunt introduction aside, he spun about, and began the trek down the only path he could see. A few steps and he paused to fish out the water bottle from his backpack, figuring it would be better to drink it before it cooled down too much. "Any of you want some?" he offered to the other two as he continued along his way.

Aside from that he didn't bother to waste his breath until the three of them reached the odd chamber, their path disappearing as they stepped inside the room. The six statues were of interest, but naturally the out of place door was what caught Valair's attention. Unsure of what to do now that there wasn't simply a path forward, he turned to the other two and asked, "Try the door or check out the statues?"

[User]
How long had they been there? Thirty minutes? A few hours? A day?

Darius wasn't sure what exactly was going on, but at the same time, he realized that it didn't exactly matter. The first few hours in this place of worship was spent in silence, as he devoured all the details of this place. It wasn't Earth, at least not as he knew it, and his bare feet, despite the marble floor and the chill in the air, weren't cold at all. His mind gave him an abundance of ways in which he could have gotten into this world, from a hallucination to hypnosis to vivid dreams to dimension-slipping to whatever else, but that also didn't matter. The 'how' wasn't anything worth thinking about. Nor was 'why'. Or 'where'. Or 'who'.

The only question worth considering was 'what'.

There were dragons. There were adventurers. There were fairy tale creatures. There was beauty that could not exist in modern society. There was a wholly incomprehensible world out there, and he had just spent three hours not even talking to the other two humans stuck in the same position as him. It was honestly sorta…

"Christ, am I fucking lobotomized?" Darius shook his head, clearing away all the unnecessary, pointless trash that had filled up in it. Standing up and clenching his fist, the brown-haired youth pounded his fist against the window of the church, not with the intention of breaking it, but for the sake of catching the attention of anyone walking outside.

Punctuated by each meaty thump, he replied, "Name. Is. Darius. Jacks. Stop. Thinking. So. Much. And. Do. Shit."

Of course, by not thinking, he totally discarded the idea that, perhaps, the residents of this adventurous town could be xenophobic man-eating monsters, but hey, fear of failure was the worst!


[System]
* Age: 20
* Gender: Female
* Appearance: "Hmph. Just wait and see what this witch can do." A very petite girl, easily mistaken for a child even on close examination. She resents this.
* Abilities: A highly capable witch, from a bloodline of magic users lasting back to the ancient king's times. Fio's catalyst is a sword, with a slender and elegant blade and a blue and gold hilt. She cannot fight reliably with it, but it is an excellent catalyst for casting spells all the same. Her chief method of offense is the conjuration of Phantom Swords, though she can use other forms of magic she favors Phantom Swords for her most direct and powerful method of dealing damage, as the Phantom Swords have considerable armor-piercing capabilities even in their base state when fired as projectiles. Her personal durability is quite low, and thus Fio also has capability in barrier spells in order to protect herself from being harmed. By casting a spell and attaching modifiers to it(such as summoning a number of Phantom Swords then adding commands to repeat the process to add more swords) she can alter it or increase its effects.
Additionally, she possesses three doll familiars. These familiars are intelligent and have their own personalities, feelings, and specialities.
* History: Fio's family has practiced magic for a considerable amount of time. It is said that she is descended from a court mage of the Ancient King, and her sword catalyst was a gift to her ancestor that has been passed down through the generations to her. Living in a secluded place, a small but remarkably cozy home, she swiftly gained a reputation as a witch due to her rather irritable interactions with travelers and her rather obvious usage of magic. Given her unique usage of a sword as her catalyst, she has been called both the Sword Witch. Needless to say, given her family history, it was only obvious that she would come to accompany one claiming to be a reincarnation of the King, if only out of curiosity. Can she really be what she claims to be?
* Anything else: Fio is a rather irritable girl who does not tolerate foolishness. While she hates being mistaken for a child, she has childish mannerisms such as a love of sweet things and a fascination with dolls and small, cute animals. Regardless, she is still a capable practioner of magic and will quickly remind anyone in doubt over her abilities of that fact. Personally, she is not at all certain if Sorcha is what she claims to be. Rather, she desires to find that out for herself, her curiosity being the main reason for her presence to begin with. While her irritable personality can make her rather grating to be around, she does not take alliances lightly and possesses a deep hatred for those who would betray the trust of others.

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So rather then having to go through the initial ritual, making contact with the goddess had considerably streamlined the approach to viewing the Fomorian's memories.

It was a surreal experience, and the strange drowsy sensation that afflicted the Sword Witch had likely muted her reaction. After all, it wasn't every day someone made direct contact with the divine, even one who had been in decline.

"Then, you'll see me again," replied Fio, looking back over her shoulder as she turned to face the archway that the Goddess of the Deep Lake, "There's no way I'm going to let any information I can get out of her slip through my fingers."

And she had absolutely no intention of letting a goddess who could influence dreams scare her awake. That definitely wasn't on her to-do list.

"... And... thank you, again," she added, still turned away as she walked through the arch.

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Luna accepted the second mug but neglected to drink from it. "Worst case, Sucaria, we'll finish up what we need to do as fast as we can and get out of here, alright?" She said before taking a sip and looking over at Sarah's fight as she finished it up and headed over. The Knightess set her drink down and stood.

As this Lady Sarah walked over, Luna couldn't help but meet her eyes and stare. That is, until the elf started speaking. Long blonde hair, "H-handsome?" Luna repeated back, slightly confused by the statement. "But, well, I'm Lunalel Lightsword. Just call me Luna, Please.
 This is my Maid, Sucaria." Luna said, slightly hesitating to shake the elf's hand before accepting it. As the other elf started to compliment her footwork, Luna retracted her hand trying not to seem rude. Then Sarah mentioned the elves' sing and cheering was probably an odd sight. "It's not too odd to me. That's basically how we are out here too. I little more roof over our head though." The Knightess said, smiling.

"I'll take it that you described whoever you were looking for, correct?" Luna questioned, looking the elf in the eyes for some seconds before blushing and averting her gaze to the surroundings. "What brings you all to this place in particular? I can't say I've heard anything good about this place though I've come to understand you had someone to meet? Perhaps we could help you look for them? It should be fairly simple if whoever it is happens to be in Airedale. Her Majesty might be able to help if I cannot."

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Location:
Nids End

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"Mhm, I did." Sarah replied with a small smile. "She's fairly tall, eyes that could remind one of a clear blue sky. She's rather irritable, though, and tends to speak with her blade more than her voice." Sarah would heft her shield, staking it into the ground next to her and leaning on it. The elf passed her a mug with a grin.

"Hmm, thank you for the offer but it'd be ill form to ask the ruler of a human kingdom for aid in a completely unrelated matter." She'd take a long swig of the drink. "I'd tell you more, but this is something I really must do myself. That and I promised her I wouldn't actually look for her and focus on my own duties, but well…let's just say I have a message for her I need to urgently deliver when I find her." Sarah turned to look at Sucaria.

"We simply sailed around this land until we landed here, really. Thought it'd be a good place to avoid any humans, though it seems we've been discovered anyway." She'd chuckle, eyes drawn to Luna's sword.

"So, Lunalel was it?" She'd flash a smile. "Care for a little duel?"

Location:
Hjrelskins Fall
Paladin

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"Ah! Its a ice man!"

"What's an ice man doing here?"

"Ice man, Ice man, we'll play with ice man instead-"

Elnith was in immediate agreement, charging in not far behind Ethelred. Blood red blade gleaming in the shady wood as she'd bring it down upon one of the creatures head. It'd nimbly disappear, almost as though it hadn't been there to begin with and ended up a few feet away before leaping towards Elnith with its large hands.

"Hey you look like you're in pain. I can make you feel-ghhhk"

"Nope!" Lugh leaping into the air, spinning once and slamming the spear down right on top of the Unseelie, smashing into the ground.

Ethelred's lance would skewer one of the nearest ones easily, not having been able to react to the sudden, swift assault.

"Wah, hey, are they playing with us instead?"

"Aw, boring boring ow ow, it hurts!" The one that had been slammed into the ground said.

"Hey hey, what are they doing here anyways?"

"Who cares, run run~! A simple game of taggy?"

"Catch us if you can ice man~!"

And the small group would all proceed to run off after two of them had summarily been dealt with. Cowards that they were. The man would shakily get to his feet, holding his head slightly.

"Urgh…thank the spirits for your timely intervention…" He was covered in a number of bruises and looked like he might have a few broken bones, but otherwise seemed fine. "Are you…travelers?"

"Well…they fled rather easily…" Elnith frowned lightly.

Location:
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At being told that She'd be seeing her again, Ithica smiled sleepily, her ears perking up happily.

"Please…don't keep me waiting." Were the final words of the goddess as Fio stepped back through the Arch. She'd be gone in seconds, so she wouldn't see the Goddess' smile fade, the realm itself slowly fading, too. The stars above darkening, slowly fading and twinkling out of existence.

Only a cracked, blackened sky, a white floor and a broken castle, far, far, in the distance.

She'd lay on the ground, ears drooping as a small puddle of water formed in front of her. She'd trace a thin, pale finger across its surface.

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Fio would find herself waking back up in the tub she had fallen asleep in. Soaked from head to toe in water, warding sigils completely faded and burned. Noticeably, she was extremely tired herself, her throat parched, and it was hard to tell exactly how long she had been out. Long enough for someone to be knocking on the door shouting something and asking if she was okay.

"And here I thought Fomorians had a bad definition of consent but you witches always surprise me." The voice of Cethlann would greet her ears. Though she was still bound, blindfolded, and immobile otherwise, she had somehow managed to…somehow…remove the gag. Or at least tear it somehow. It looked like it had been ripped by something. "Hey, get me food. I'm starving or are you gonna just starve me to death?"

[Assistant]
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A slight grin played at the edges of Reinhardt's face as he rushed forward toward the oncoming attack; the sheer indignation in the voice of the previously haughty mage touching a cord of joy in the knight's stern heart. "But of course not milady--" Elias belted loudly as his hand short forth grabbing the diminutive magus; his feet twisting in a pivot to minimize loss of momentum as he continued barreling forth, "This lowly warrior couldn't imitate a shadow of your wit even if only hoping to mock it!"

Noting that the tentacle seemed not to care whether it's summoner lived or died-- Reinhart's sprint launched in a low, powerful, somersault, landing into a slide; the mage held tightly to his chest, just in time to barely avoid the downward swing of the fleshy mass above.

As his slide neared it's end, Reinhardt shoved the mage forward; sending the poor girl's butt skidding across the dirt; as far from the tentacle as he could get her. With a hard kick, the knight threw himself into a four-point stance; swiping a one-handed axe off the ground as his momentum shifted-- rushing to make a deep slash near to the tentacle's base!

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"Yes, and they challenged us to pursue them," Ethelred added to Elnith's observation. "They might be trying to lure us into a trap. If so, we at least have some idea which direction to take to find their kin."

Ethelred looked down at the man. The battle was quite brief, and the monsters didn't manage to put up much of a fight. Instead they had opted to flee, treating the entire thing like a game. It one of the reason that Ethelred didn't want to immediately pursue- those little plant creatures were too cheerful and enthusiastic about the prospect of being chased.

The other reason was that they needed to help the Unseelie's victim.

"After, of course, we assist this man. Might someone with warmer hands help him to his feet?" he requested, looking down at the traveler. He was lucky that the knights had come along. Even the lowliest of the Unseelie were cruel beings that delighted in causing others' suffering. He was bashed up a bit, but looked like he should be able to still walk.

"We're knights of Queen Sorcha, come to deal with Unseelie activity in these woods," he answered, now addressing the man. "They've got the nearby village cowed with fear, and from what we've gathered, the fiends have been luring people into the woods with singing at night. Is there anything you can tell us about them that might help in rooting them out? And do you need help getting to safety?"

[Assistant]
In spite of being surrounded by water, her throat felt dry. The protective sigils covering her body had done there job, but only barely. Her underclothing was soaked through, clinging to her body in a rather embarrassing fashion. Thankfully the only witness was blindfolded, and the person banging on the door hopefully wouldn't come barging through it.

"I-I'm fine!"

Her voice, unfortunately, didn't exactly convey that. Hoarse, and showing signs of her exhaustion, Fio stood up shakily, gulping in air. In spite of being completely soaked, she rather felt as if she needed a warm bath.

The Goddess of the Deep Lake. The eye that had fixed upon her.

There was much to think about. But more immediately, she had gained quite a bit of knowledge of the Fomorian and her interactions. The fact that she had been tied to the bizarre-three armed warrior, her name, the actions they'd been undertaking leading up to her capture...

The Sword Witch took a deep breath. If only it didn't feel like her throat was so raw.

She sighed.

"You may be a Fomorian, but starving a prisoner is something only a monster would do," she said, stepping out of the tub. Her bare feet felt cold on the prison floor, all the moreseo due to the water coating her.

She had to dry off and gather her clothing before the person outside barged in...

"... You'll get something to eat, Cethlann," continued Fio, giving the bound Fomorian a sideways glance, "And maybe I'll pass on a request for a specific meal if you tell me just how you tore away that gag."


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Age: 20

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance: Standing at about 5'9" tall, Tiral has a fairly average build for his age, which is kind of strange considering how he's perpetually surrounded by the other Iron Rose Knights who seem to be much sturdier than he. His light brown hair is cut short, but has found a way of remaining a shaggy mess that barely avoids his eyes, even while he is wearing armor. More often than not, though, Tiral opts to avoid the usage of any large plate armor or metal armor, instead only wearing stronger equipment over his vitals and leaving the rest under regular leather garb. His sword will often times be sheathed at his side, ready for combat at a moment's notice.

Personality: Tiral is... Actually fairly deliberate for a knight, if not somewhat bored by the peace of everyday life. His journeys at a young age meant he was already able to experience life in the real world, and since then the dusty old libraries that the mages hold in such high regard have been... Well, fairly dull. This doesn't mean that he isn't devoted to his work, but rather that he does not wish to learn anything unless he finds it interesting. Even so, his patience when it comes to such things is unparalleled. Or maybe it's just the fact that he can slap some ice onto people's mouths when he's trying to focus. That too.

Brief Backstory: Having been orphaned a young age due to an illness that wiped out the rest of his village, Tiral was taken in by a priestess of Mayon who was moving with a group of travelers to bring aid to those in need. Though he was never explicitly religious, he greatly appreciated the efforts put forth to save his life, even then. As he grew up alongside these people, the priestess soon found that Tiral had an aptitude for magic. With a recommendation from her (and the goading of those around her), Tiral went off to the capital to further his studies of magic. Sadly, the monotonous life of a studying magician was not quite what the then-young boy had expected of magic.

It was then that he heard of the Iron Rose Knights, whose feats were oft recorded in the books he was forced to pore over. Deciding that the life of a knight was much more entertaining than the life of a magical scholar, Tiral packed up his things once more and went to join the order. Learning the sword came about as easily as magic did to him, but the combination of the two (and his somewhat strange insistence on learning both at once) made him particularly noteworthy among that year's recruits. Since then, Tiral has been honing his abilities, both magical and physical.

Equipment: Other than his rather 'unique' set of armor, Tiral wields a shortsword and a small ceremonial dagger. While the sword is standard-issue, the dagger is mainly used as a catalyst for some of Tiral's larger spells. It may be used as a glorified kitchen knife, but he'd probably never stand for that. More often than not, this dagger is tucked away in his shirt or under his breastplate, but it never leaves his person.

Skills: Contrary to many of his peers, Tiral has chosen not to solely specialize in the way of the blade; rather than just being proficient with his shortsword, Tiral is also proficient in the usage of magic in combat. This magic, focusing mainly on the manipulation on water and ice, has become particularly noteworthy for those who are particularly religious. He, quite frankly, just sees it as sort of a coincidence; his specialty being water does not mean that anything was pre-ordained by the gods.
Probably.

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Sir Garrett
Themerlinhawk

The sound of hooves caused Garrett to turn just enough to see a Knight approaching from behind. Turning he heard the familiar voice of Sir Aethelmund. A huge grin split Sir Garrett's face as he turned to face the older Knight. By far one of the most respectable members of the Iron Rose; Sir Aethelmund and his soldiers were certainly a welcome sight given the current state of things. The older Knight respected the new Captain much like Garrett did and it was all too clear the two Knights held much in common. At the question to Fanilly about how she wished to proceed Garrett turned back to the young Captain.

Tyaethe's speech had done little to increase Sir Garrett's opinion of her. If anything it had made him even more leery of her. What manner of foul Necromancy held her in this state of undeath? Sometimes the tribesmen had to clear out precursor barrows in the foothills. It was always a mess since the Barrow Wights were some of the nastiest creatures he'd ever met. They were Sir Garrett's only experience with the undead. Tyaethe's demeanor and actions were slowly forcing the conundrum of her undeath to the forefront in Garrett's mind. It would probably be best to determine a means for killing her incase it came down to it.

The memories of the stench of decay, confined spaces and burning flesh came rushing back as he stared at Tyaethe was something akin to fascination and abject horror. It didn't matter how one dressed it up. The Immortal Knight was a monster in paladin's clothing. The thought of snapping jaws in the darkness reeking of disease came to the surface and Garrett shivered. It was quickly followed by the memories of huge pyres of burning flesh as the destroyed Wights were piled in a stack to be burned to an ass and scattered to the winds.

It finally dawned on Sir Garrett that his face was twisted into a mask of hatred as he stared right at Tyaethe. There might not be a reason to destroy her yet but if she gave him a reason he needed to be ready. Garrett smoothed his expression and turned to look at Sir Aethelmund again before resuming his at ease posture waiting on Fanilly's orders

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Fanilly's attention was once again ripped away by Tyaethe's speech. Oh... certainly, she had already known, but the sight of the armored knight forcing a spear through her own body made her flinch, cringe briefly in a way unlike the similar injuries that had been inflicted on no small amount of the dead bandits. After a few moments, she found herself slowly nodding towards the ice mage, Tiral, before stepping forward. Yes... many of the knights were asking her for the next course of action. As disgusted as she was by the unnecessary brutality several men had died in, there was no time to dwell upon the matter.

She took a deep breath before turning to face them.

"The bandit camp is not far ahead," she began, "The smoke from their fires is on the air, I am certain I am not the only one who can smell it."

She sheathed her sword at her side.

"So we must act quickly. While we do not have the numbers to completely encircle their camp, I feel a simultaneous strike from four directions will ultimately be our path to victory," she continued, "We will be splitting into four groups, to take up positions around their camp and move inward. I shall lead the first, who will take position ahead of their camp."

She turned to regard the heavily-armored undead knight.

"Sir Tyaethe, you shall lead the second, to take position to their left."

She turned to face the older man who had approached her. He was a venerable figure, and Fanilly had this in mind as she made her next decision. "Sir Aethelmund, you shall lead the third, and take position to the camp's right."

Fanilly glanced between her next choices had hesitated. She had to admit she did not have someone immediately in mind to lead the fourth group. The first two choices had come to her easily, but the next... She wanted to place faith in the newer knights, as well as the old. Surely there were those among their number who held tactical knowledge to this purpose, wasn't there? A group of armsmen had already proceeded ahead as well...

"... Sir Tiral, you will lead the fourth, which will advance from behind," she said, finally, after some hesitation, "We will move in on my signal. Shields in front, to defend the others from arrows. I'll give you time in order to get into position, but as we are in a forest it will be difficult to signal to one another in a way that will not alert the bandits."

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Tiral nodded his head in response to the captain's affirmation. Thankfully, these bandits had been complete idiots in trying to run straight back to their base after being captured, else his reaffirmation might have made himself look a bit foolish. In the end, it was a matter of perspective, but... Well, at least it had pulled the captain out of her anger. A clouded mind in combat was suicidal; even he, young as he was, knew that well.

The captain continued, detailing her strategy for the assault on the camp, which Tiral himself wasn't all too surprised by. A four-pronged attack was quite workable, but it did still spread their forces a bit thin. Granted, if the enemy was anything like the bandits that had just been dispatched, then...

Well, if anything, it'd get the job done faster.

Tiral closed his eyes and nodded his head as the captain directed the leaders of each group. The captain, as expected, would take the front. Fitting, but not all too unexpected.

The side flanks would be taken by the two veterans, which gave Tiral a chance to relax a bit. Regardless of the immortal knight's current state of affairs, it would be hard to argue that she wasn't among the most venerable of them all. The other, Sir Aethelmund, was also someone that the mage had predicted would be chosen; after all, his own actions weren't the least bit unknown to the Order. A small smile crept its way onto the mage's face; at this rate, the bandits would probably be dispatched posthaste.

It took a moment, though, for him to remember that this was supposed to be a four-pronged attack and that the captain had only dictated three leaders. But then who was the fourth...?

"... Sir Tiral, you will lead the fourth, which will advance from behind."

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Oh.

A few beads of sweat seemed to form on Tiral's brow as he processed the captain's words.

He was to lead the fourth squadron.
Him.
Why him?! If there was anyone he had expected to lead the final group, it was probably Sir Garrett! At least the man had more experience! Was this what the mercenaries of his youth called 'a trial by fire'? Because it sure as hell seemed like one.

Though the battle just now had felt like nothing but a warm-up to Tiral, his initial plan to use the whole ordeal as a test to himself was now thrown completely out the window. Had the Captain picked up on his musings earlier? If that was the case, then maybe he'd have to learn to keep his thoughts to himself in the future. Rather than testing his own strength, it was more like the captain was testing him now. Her eyes were on him, which meant that everyone else's would be, too.

Before he could protest and offer up the one who he thought was a more fitting leader, the Captain had already taken to sending everyone off to their respective posts. Tiral stopped himself from letting out a defeated sigh, though just barely; there was no point in arguing now, after all.

"Understood," Tiral said, nodding in response before turning to the knights who had grouped up behind him. Their gazes seemed to look upon him with uncertainty, to which the mage could only respond with a nervous smile.

Damn, even if this was only a fraction of what the Captain faced... Something like this would surely unnerve him. She certainly had it rough, didn't she...? He would keep this in mind for the future. But he had no time to settle his thoughts; as the order was, he had to get into position. Fast.

"As the captain has stated, I shall lead the engagement from behind the enemy encampment. Quickly, now, so our mission can be completed without issue."

With that brief statement, Tiral quickly saluted the captain and the other two leaders before beginning to move through the brush towards their destination, the knights behind him following close behind.

This sort of responsibility... Certainly wasn't what he was used to. At all.