[System]
Race: Human (as far as any one can tell)
Class: None (For now)
Main-Hand Weapon: none
Off-Hand Weapon: none
Secondary Weapon: None
Armor: Cloth
Powers: None (For now)
Skills: None, but can learn them very quickly if one of the party members were to teach him
Weaknesses: Defenseless, Taken advantage of, Amnesia
Personality: Des is usually a quiet kid, observing the party on their adventure, but when he speaks it is usually his evaluation of someone. Similar to Alula he tends to know who a person is and what they are hiding, but he doesn't use any cryptic messages, he just flats out says what he thinks
Background: He forgot, but remembers waking up in the woods to the sounds of someone banging steel together
Other: has Amnesia, always says things exactly as he means them which can make him sound rude, hates people who keep secrets

[User]
"Time for you to wake up."
Furnace woke to the strange melodic sound of chirping.
Kelvin was still asleep next to him so he carefully crawled out of the tent.
He had dreamt that night. Not just words but lights and visions.

"Something big. Something proud."

These words echoed in his mind when he stared into the smouldering remains of the camp fire.
Furnace rubbed his forehead while scanning the tent, Alula was nowhere to be seen.
He wondered why he wondered these things, and why he felt the need to touch his head.

Looking around Furnace also noticed Carver sitting in the grass looking at the bright orb of energy rested on hills in the far distance.
So peaceful the man sat there in silence. Furnace sat down beside him and stared at the sunrise with him.
He'd seen the thing before, high in the sky and falling slowly. Then it would rise again later. Furnace began to assume this always happened.
Furnace liked the idea. To have a ready supply of light and warmth from time to time.
And the waves of energy laced in the rays of light, woven so brilliantly made the source a sight to behold.
He thought back to the energy he'd see wave of Carver some time ago before they had slept.
Looking at the patterns he confirmed his earlier guess that their nature was the same.
Furnace broke the silence.
"It's beautiful isn't it?"

[Assistant]
"?!?!"

It took almost all of her self control, not to fling herself up in shock, as Suki woke up. The dream she had during the night was disturbingly vivid. Well, the emotions she felt were vivid, the actual content of the dream somewhat hazy.

Glancing around, she noticed that she was lying down in a tent, with the sun's rays piercing through the thin fabric of the tent. Yawning lightly, she gracefully slipped out, before stretching.

Looking around, it appears they had moved from the ruins of the town, into a hopefully safer clearing. While carefully on guard against anyone, she noticed the gnome nearby. Although it was an amusing idea, she forgone the option of teasing it. She didn't feel up for tempting anyone just yet.

[User]
Vis had not slept well and night had turned to day in a disorientating blur of exhaustion and periodic wakings ups in during the night. Though he was sure that he must have gotten at least some sleep because he remembered waking up a lot, and having stage dreams.

He looked like crap. His eyes were bloodshot and his good one turing violet from the redness and it's natural blue and he was slumped over, his eyes only barely open and seemingly unregistering. Vis felt his eyes start to creep shut but he willed them to stay open, 'only a few more minutes and i wake up the paladin' he thought to himself, forgetting he had already woken him up, Vis looking up and grimaced, it was day and he had slept horribly. He sighed and felt Khat stir in her sleep.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked up at Vis, she was still asleep on his laps, it appears he hadn't moved all night. Khat wasn't one for good mornings, "Why do you look like shit?" she asked, Vis simply sorted, not even taken aback by the child's foul language. His hands went around his head shakily and tightened his scarf, she mimicked him, "I had a weird dream." Vis didn't registering what she said, "hello?" she asked, waving a hand in his face, he snorted in acknowledgment, "not a morning person..." she mumbled.

[Assistant]
Carver awoke from his dream with a start. He rubbed his face, blinked his eyes, confirmed in his mind that he was indeed awake, that yes, this was real and what he'd just seen had been fantasy. There was a picture emblazoned on his arm, a strange symbol he couldn't recognize from any of his learning. That was from the dream, but if that was still there, then...?

There was something else, too, a sensation that had stuck with him. Weightlessness. Alula.

Wherever the girl was, Carver prayed she was safe.

There was a sight he wasn't quite prepared for. There was a child curled up next to him, fast asleep, a small, frail thing who obviously hadn't slept in a bed in a long while. He wondered for a moment where the child had come from, and then concluded that it didn't matter. Perhaps he was another survivor, perhaps he was an urchin. What mattered now was that he was clearly alone, and tired, and had come to Carver seeking protection.

The paladin lifted his blanket and spread it over the child, taking great care not to wake him. When the time came for his watch, Carver stepped outside the tent dressed in the plain linen clothes he'd been wearing under his armor yesterday. He took up position where he could see the sunrise peeking over the horizon, planted his sword at his feet, and spent a time contemplating her wisdom and beauty in silence.

The silence was broken a great while later, when the rest of the party began to awaken. He was content to leave them to their morning rituals until the gnome came to sit next to him. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

The knight smiled softly. "She is. She loves each of us, you know. That is why she blesses us with her radiance. We are all children of the sun."

[User]
Furnace looked at Carver like he couldn't understand a word he said.
She. Love. Bless. Children. Sun...
"Who is the sun?"

[Assistant]
Alula had slept fantastically. It was the gentle sounds of the world around her, as well as the irritating sunlight piercing through her shut eyes, that finally awoke her. She sat up slowly, stretching her arms up above her with a soft grunt. And as she stretched her arms up to the sky the grass she had slept in moved too. She looked around, blinking the sleep out of her hazy eyes.

The events of the previous day were rather unclear to Alula. She remembered joining the group of adventurers, of whom which seemed to have set up camp here. The events of the battle between them and the horde of creatures was nothing more then a hazy feeling, like watching the events unfold from behind dirty glass. The voices filled in the blanks for her, explaining that they eventually had to flee the area. They then tried to bring up the No good dangerous and rotten Paladin but she silently begged them to stick to the facts.

And then there was the coming of the moon. And she had barely gotten away from the group before she changed. Alula found herself exhaling with relief. There had been a group of raiders, whom she was able to cunningly outwit. And from then on she had spent the rest of the evening enjoying the moon and recharging. She confirmed with the voices that this was all they had done in the night, which they confirmed. Good. No one had been hurt.

She looked over to her side, noticing her staff laying out in the grass an arms length away. Well at least they made one thing easy for her, but she was still upset about her hat being lost.

Everyone else was beginning to wake up around her as well. Hopefully everyone else slept well too. She yawned again, stretching out her spine and pulling her staff closer to herself. She could hear her companions having conversations, but they felt so far away despite being so close.

And the sunrise was burning her eyes.

[User]
"A celestial body." Arastoph piped up, intervening on the conversation; and hopefully end the religious conversion before it began. Worshiping the light was cute and all, but what kind of man would he be if he let the knight take advantage of a little boy like that? Er-- gnome. How old was the wee guy anyway? Regardless, Arastoph had one thing that the others didn't: a formal education befitting of a noble (perhaps, with time and money, Arastoph could make himself a noble in due time - imagine that!).

"Telescopes, the creation of which prompting due thanks to the world's scientists, can allow you to look at the stars and see they are like that of the sun. Granted, we do not know what they are made of yet, but I doubt their making is magical or divine."

The trader tipped up the wide-brimmed hat he had scavenged last night, revealing his face from the shade it offered. Light bags formed under his eyes. Nothing severe, but he had spent the whole night doing little more than closing his eyes. A man like him can not sleep among strangers, especially as suspicious of him as they were. Granted, he fared it better than most would, but it didn't make the experience any more pleasurable. He found that there were a couple of people that had joined their crew amidst the night. A young boy, and a girl. Assuming that the watchman had not grown lazy and fallen asleep, he had let them in, indicating he recognized them. Their party was larger than Arastoph had first anticipated. With larger groups come greater solidarity and variety of perspectives. A larger group was much more difficult to manipulate, but assuming he can get just a few to trust him, he should be well off. Even if the monkey and pious knight didn't.

"I believe we are better off accepting that there are beneficial consequences of its product, like of the trees, than to humanize it... but that's just my take on it. Decide what you will, wee one."

[Assistant]
Suki's attention was perked up by the man who seemed to be wearing a rather familiar hat. Which made little sense, as she did not recognize the man himself. However, a new male, was a new person to tease. Getting into the mood to play around, she walked over, until she was next to the man talking about celestial bodies.

"My, you're quite the knowledgable one aren't you?" Asking in that usual sultry tone of hers. As she was voicing her question, she 'absentmindedly' leaned in, with her cloak opening slightly, allowing a slight view of her bountiful chest.

[User]
Celestial body.
The voice had used the word celestial before. To describe frightening creatures from other worlds.
Furnace attempted to follow the man's words, but as many of them were alien he drew some hasty conclusions.
"Good thing there's these telescopes. This place would be dark and cold without those light sources in the sky."
The sleepy girl had awoken and confirmed the man was knowledgeable. So furnace asked his questions.
He pointed at the big orange orb lazily escaping the mountain-peak's grip and slowly ascending.
"The impressive one is the sun? Cause I can see what that's made off."

[Assistant]
Carver turned at the survivor's voice and spread his hands wide. "Love the skeptic, for the light needs not thanks to fall upon one's face. You are permitted to your theory, and I to mine." He patted the gnome on the head. "That she is, my friend. She is made of power, bent to noble purpose. And how magnificently she shines!"

He glanced around the camp. It seemed almost everybody was waking now - even the witch was attempting to assert her feminine wiles upon the survivor. The sight interested Carver little, however - he was much more relieved to see Alula, sitting up and rubbing her eyes from the light. He smiled warmly and nodded to her slightly - the two could speak privately later about the symbol, and Carver's obviously mystical dream. The others need not be troubled about it, not yet.

"My friends," he said to the general company, "We have much to discuss. First, know that I received a visitor last night - I woke up to find a child sleeping beside me. I know not where he came from, as I did not wish to disturb him; he slumbers still. Secondly, we must chart a course towards the next town or city, warn someone about the evils we have witnessed. I know little of this land, so I will leave this portion of the plan to you. All voices are welcome, and none need fear to share their opinion."

[User]
Arastoph lended the women a courtesy glance and nod, but remained uninterested in the woman's advance. Indeed, his sexuality was that of an odd one, even in his youth, lacking most if not all sexual attraction to the people around him. Howe'er, with his view on mankind as a whole, finding an attraction in others outside of sexual appeal was a futile effort - and neither was he keen on advances upon the beast races. Still, shooing away the woman was hardly worth the effort, and for what gain? He'll let her advance as she pleased, assuming it fell within the realm of his own consent. Contact? Not even close.

"I've obtained a formal education," he answered Suki, "the subject is hardly complex."

The paladin, while not relinquishing his evangelical death grip upon the gnome, was at least willing to let others express their opinions freely. In that, there was some respect to be held, albeit expected from the better of paladins. He still felt the majority of the order was remarkably unintelligent, taking all things into consideration - or unwise, at least.

When Carver broke the news of his visitor that night, Arastoph barely held back a laugh as a snide comment or two came to mind.

"Oh, Carver!" Arastoph bemoaned. "I did not think you to be the type to sleep with children. I suddenly feel less guilty about requesting monetary compensation."

[Assistant] Des walked out of the tent sleepily and overheard a conversation about him. "Well, technically, he didn't sleep with me, I slept with him. He had no idea." Des walked over to the merchant feeling that something wasn't quite right about this one, "Your presence is dark and cold, evil even. Yet there is a fire that begs to be set free. You're the exact opposite of the gnome." He then noticed the hat wrapped around Arastoph's neck. "Hey, your hat matches the pattern of the loud, bickering lady. Are you two together?" Des then looked around for the oracle and spotted her on the ground. "There she is, that one."


[System]
CS:

Appearace: 5'11 and 185lbs, he has an average build with semi-muscular composure and broad shoulders. His black hair goes only halfway down his neck with groups of strands falling haphazardly over his face (from months of not grooming properly.) Usually wears simple cloaks and robes over neutral looking clothes, but he also has a modified military uniform that grants him protection without restricting his movements.
Age:22

Gender: Male

Element: Fire

Abilities: Chit Zai is a highly skilled prodigy of the fire nation military. He has mastered all basic and is adept in advanced fire bending techniques, including the use of lightning. This does not make him perfect however, he believes that to only be the foundation of his martial arts and hopes to combine experience in the world and his own creativity to develop into an much greater fire bender. He is also in experienced in fighting any of the other elements, which leaves him susceptible to the unexpected.

Personality: Chit Zai is strong willed, intelligent, and determined to a fault. However he can be a bit of a jerk to those around him as he has a hard time focusing on anything other than his long term goals. Like many Fire nation nobles, he is incredibly honour-bound which leads him to behave in sometimes impractical ways.

Brief Bio: Second Born to a noble Fire Nation Family, the Zan family, Chit Zai had been pushed to a military career from a very young age. Chit Zai had taken this on himself as his preordained destiny and had committed himself to being the greatest soldier he could become. He entered basic training at the age of 8, and moved on to officer training when he was 12. While still in training, the new avatar, had begun his training with some of the greatest teachers the nation had to offer. Chit Zai was astonished when he had been asked to participate in this training. It had occurred to him that he was often being praised for his technique and adaptability, but he certainly never expected such an honour. When the ice began to encroach on the fire nation's borders, and the water tribe began the first of its attacks, Chit Zai was transferred to a special ops team; he was sent out into enemy territory, often alone, to gather intelligence and prevent large scale attacks by any means possible.

Extras:Chit Zai's flames usually have a greenish tinge to them, he has been told this is because of the courageous will that burns within him; he is not sure he believes that.

[User]
"One more time." The young man whispered to himself, sweat dripping down his face. He had to keep going until he fell over. he had to get this firebending stance right. It was one of the few advanced stances that he had learned so far, and he could definitely see why it was called such.

It had all started a few days beforehand when he, his firebending master, and the two White Lotus escorts arrived on Ember Island. They had to lay low to avoid Iluq and her forces, but with each and every passing day, the world got colder. They knew that much, and the White Lotus escorts wanted it to be known that they only had so much time before the inevitable final battle took place between the avatar and the self-proclaimed Queen of Frost. The conversation became so heated that Masaru stormed away and took it as a challenge to master the rest of the stances and techniques as fast as he could in order to proceed to the next element.

His fist shot out in front of him, producing a mighty blast of fire. Before the fire could dissipate, Masaru launched his other fist forward and pretended as if he had struck his opponent. His hands retracted back to his sides, his body spinning around and moving around the circle that was supposed to be where his opponent stood. he moved his hands quickly, making sure to scrape against one of the materials that he had collected during his travels. With the spark it caused, Masaru began to firebend again, his flames now a dark red with purple flames spouting from the base.

He continued his form quickly and ferociously, his colored flames still intact as he finished.

He paused to take a deep and heavy breath. Several minutes passed before a word escaped his lips. "Again." he whispered, beginning the form once more. He was sure that his entire body was covered in sweat, as he had been practicing all morning and well into the afternoon.

[Assistant]
Meanwhile, at the coast of the Earth Kingdom's Westernmost peninsula, Erok was waiting.

An uneasy chill may have permeated the air and earth, and the tree he leaned against as he took a break from his day long march had become withered from the unnatural winter, but Erok took no notice of these things. Instead his eyes scanned the horizon out to sea, where he knew the Fire Nation lay in wait, to the Ember isles, where the worlds saviour trained. Looking further, to the northwest, he knew that the Water Nation was going to make an attempt at the Avatar. He knew all this through his various sources in the Earth Kingdom. Traders and Merchants who spread rumors, but truth as well.

Erok had sent warning to his only remaining Fire Nation contact, Chit Zai. If Erok knew what was happening, then Iluq would know as well.

Erok had only to wait from the all clear from Chit, then he could make his move. He didn't like the idea of being recognized as a Water bender in the Fire Nation without someone to vouch for him.

[User]
Mao Lei had been walking for days since she left Ba Sing Se, her travels taking significantly longer since she had to dodge checkpoints on the main roads, resulting in wide detours through significantly less traversable landscape. But she was finally here, almost at the peninsula where the Earth Kingdoms borders were closest to the Ember Isles, where she had been told she might find someone who could help her locate the Avatar.

All she knew was that the Earth Kingdom Rebellion had received occasional contact from a Water Tribe soldier who was supposed to be dead. It was only due to one of her higher-ranking friends that she learned that contact might still be alive, and searching for the same person as she was. This was supposed to be the location she might find him, and if he wasn't here, well, she'd figure something else out. She always did, after all.

The man standing solemnly facing the sea was the only person out here, at least that she could see, and that made him her best chance. As she approached it certainly became clear that he had water tribe features, which made her both excited and uneasy. Could he be the Waterbender she was searching for? Or was he a soldier loyal to Iluq, not wearing his outfit? She cursed herself for not learning any of the code sentences she could have used. Well, maybe she could figure him out with some small talk.

She made her way over to the man, not making much attempt to stay hidden but her training resulted in a rather quiet walk to him before she spoke up, almost next to him. "Chilly, isn't it? Then again, I'm sure the poles are a lot colder, huh."

[Assistant]
"More than you know. Aren't you a little far from home?"

The nearest village had to have been at least thirty miles away; it was too dangerous these days for people to live on their own without the protection of walls, especially so close to the sea. Erok turned to face her, wondering why she had approached him so openly with small talk. Perhaps she had some idea of who he was, or what he was doing. Attempting to size her up and evaluate if she would be a threat to him, Erok tried a more direct route.

"Have you been looking for me?"

[User]
Back on ember island, Where things were normally peaceful, a large plume of black smoke rose over the town square. One of two foreboding signs that summer afternoon. There was also a distinct chill in the air, blowing in from the south. The smoke grew thicker and seemed to spread across the town, as though a wild fire were out of control. Worse, the source seemed to be headed towards the white lotus hide out where the young avatar was being housed.

Chit Zai sprinted as hard as he could through the maze like streets of ember island. His legs and lungs burning with desperation and fatigue. As he rounded a corner, Chit Zai put his back to the wall and carefully peered back down the street. Just as he began to hope, all three of Iluq's agents came running around the corner. Without any further hesitation he was on the move again; burning everything in his wake, in hopes that it might slow them down. Thank the spirits that today was a harvest festival, and the town was entirely deserted, or people would be in serious danger.

An hour after the chase began, Chit Zai finally gave them the slip. He had to double back, costing him more time, but it was better than leading Iluq straight to the avatar. He approached from the training fields, as that's normally where Masaru could be found. "Avatar!" He called before he spotted him. There was no time to waste. He just hoped that his warning arrives in time for erok to help them.

[Assistant]
Masaru could hear a familiar voice call out to him as he continued his form. Pausing, he stopped his training to look at his firebending master moving towards him. Given his current appearance and tone of voice, the Avatar knew that something was wrong. He hadn't seen Chit Zai in a while, but a look around the area and a glance at the black smoke in the air told him what he needed to know. Though he was sure of what was going on, Masaru decided to meet his master halfway, running towards him and stopping once he got close enough.

"Chit Zai." He started, glancing around once more to make sure he wasn't followed by anyone. "What happened? Where's that fire? Are we being followed?" He shot multiple questions at the older man, curious to know what was going on. Of course they had to be on an island of an archipelagic nation. Masaru had yet to learn waterbending, with it being the third element on his list to master, counting firebending of course.

He knew that they should go and find the white lotus escorts. They were experts at hiding away and avoiding Iluq's army, but where would they start? Ember Island wasn't a remarkably big place, but with the harvest festival taking place, it was hard to come across people on the streets.

[User]
Chit Zai was pleased to find his protégé exactly where he should be. The young avatar was a spectacularly dedicated student, and showed so much promise with fire bending that there was no doubt he would surpass his teacher soon. He supposed that shouldn't come as a surprise, but somehow Chit Zai found it incredible every time he thought of the difference between the two of them. Fortunately Masaru came running to him, wasting no time.

In response to the barrage of questions Chit Zai jumped ahead to the salient points. "It is worse than I feared, Masaru." There was a brief pause as he scanned their surroundings. "Iluq's agents are already here, and a larger invasion force is coming. The island will be hers by nightfall." Again he looked around, wondering what had become of their white lotus escorts. He couldn't help but assume the worst. "I can get you to the earth nation if we leave now. Otherwise it may be too late..." though he was Masaru's elder, he respected the boy's judgement, and looked him in the eye awaiting his decision. After all, his loyalty was to the avatar even above himself; that was the duty he had sworn himself to.


[System]
Age: 30

Sex: Male

Appearance: 6'2" with black hair and blue eyes. White skinned. Noticeable facial hair at the chin and finely trimmed. Sporting a more Westerly appearance with a short and thin leather duster coat, white button-up shirt with a popped-out collar and a loose scarf-like tie, dark faded blue jeans, and boots.

"Shh, I'm focusing...And trying to look intimidating."

Like many of the Societas Academia, Travis has a very good understanding how magic functions and how certain spells are performed. Being an Untalent however, much of what he has learned is unfortunately outside of his realm of implementation and only gets by with the bare basics of each aspect. But to him, this is perfectly fine; the spells Travis can produce by himself are considered useful survival tools in order to help him get by.

His real prowess is through the deciphered tomes and runes recovered throughout his journeys, capable of extending his abilities beyond his current potential. Though if anything, they too are yet another means of allowing him dissect and better understand their magical functionalities and eventually reproduce their effects in more manageable and efficient methods.

Funnily enough, given his recent and occasionally perilous encounters, Travis has been seen to be a rather surprisingly athletic runner.

"Magic is simply another form of science that is growing and evolving as we continue to discover and learn more about it."

Being an Untalent amongst a rather social community of more capable Talents can definitely be rough. Condemned to a lesser status because of one's natural inability to coordinate with magic fluidly was the fate many Untalents within the Societas Academia faced almost daily. Travis however didn't seem to be bothered by this too much. In fact, he was perhaps too busy studying and discussing theories to really care at all.

While as an Untalent and indeed had higher expectations set against him by his self-deserving peers, he enthusiastically conceptualized these endeavors as welcomed challenges in order solve rather petty societal crises to stress about. Though Travis was no ace mage and was more likely a magician as far as skills go, his main strength was his constructed knowledge base with a fierce understanding of the architecture of mana and magic implementation.

After years of hard study and grueling practice, Travis eventually achieved the rank of Aspect trainee and began the next phase of his training. Without any particular proficiency found in any particular set of spells, he would then opt-in into the Aspect of Scholar. As one would expect from his intuitive personality, Travis had felt right at home with his new position and became eager to set out for new discoveries.

What he didn't know was how cruel and horrifying the world could be outside the Societas Academia. The concept of death was something many students were well versed in, some more than others, but to experience and its many forms was something rather undesirable. Thus for Travis, now a Scholar, would soon come to know and witness this concept on more than one occasion as he pursues his quest for knowledge.

"So I spoke to an ebony dressed lady from the Cult of the Enlightened. We actually had a pleasant conversation until I asked about the concept of soul weaving. She laughed. Her fur coat cried. Suffice to say, I left in a hurry."

Despite his humble demeanor, surprisingly as an Untalent, Travis is certainly not afraid to speak his mind and express his views when necessary, sometimes comical or sarcastic if it benefits the mood. Being an easily fascinated and curious sort, he takes his role as a Scholar by heart (if not seriously) and seeks knowledge whenever he can find it; until it gets him into trouble. Nonetheless, he does show great pride and devotion to his line of work, atypical as it may be.

Travis can sometimes be described as a pacifist or "pass-the-fist" as he himself describes it. He sees no need for violence and certainly rejects the notion of killing but acknowledges the need for self-defense if he cannot negotiate his way out of a troubling confrontation. Of course said confrontations are usually created by something he may have said or done without any harmful or insulting intent.

"When the going gets tough...See to it you're not where the tough goes."

[User]
The ball of energy grew bigger as it got closer, destroying the pillars and everything around it. It was massive and dodging it was not an option. Zuri noticed Raiya when she chanted something and started to glow. She could feel the energy emitting from Raiya, mesmerized by her aura and the runic circle that stopped the horrifying ball of energy.

After Raiya told Zuri and Travis to not get involved and to formulate a backup plan in case she doesn't manage to end the life of their opposition. "I'll try my best, Raiya!" Zuri says before she tags Travis' shoulder and says "Let's not be too close to the action.." before moving away from Raiya to avoid getting hit by a stray attack.

[Assistant]
Despite Raiya's amazing speed, Rutger was still able to track her quite efficiently. He made no attempt to dodge, instead uttering the phrase "Grande scudo!" Afterwards it projected a giant runic manashield to block Raiya's multiple blades. Despite the immense force it was taking on, his shield barely even began to crack. Unlike his partner, Rutger was a man of little physical capabilities. All of his skills were dedicated to the magical arts and advancement of his mind.

Rutger scoffed. "Blue, green, yellow, it doesn't matter what color you turn, you're a fool if you think you can best me all by yourself." He commented before adding another enchantment. "Veloce!" Rutger shouted, his drab purple mana-shield suddenly fading into a bright yellow. The shield suddenly grew so bright that it exploded with a potent flash, easily strong enough to temporarily blind someone's eyesight.

Rutger used this chance to teleport to Raiya's side and attempt to blast her below the ribs with a magically enhanced concussive blow. When Rutger used his teleport, a ping like noise could be heard.

[User] Hmph, a flash of mana energy as a flash bang. That would not only disorient eyesight but temporarily disorient inexperienced and sensitive manalysis users as well, interesting. Raiya thought as she rebounded from the force of colliding with her opponent's shield. While she hung in midair, her opponent quickly joined her, quickly blinking in and following up with a short ranged concussive attack. None of this was a surprise to Raiya, though, as she had been tracking her enemy easily this entire time without eyesight. Her enhanced senses allowed her to not just hear, but also smell her enemy's location and proximity. Raiya quickly extended her right hand out to her side, using her own small magic concussive blast to launch her out of the way of Stockton's attack. This sent her in a bit of a spin that might have been disorienting for others but not her, she used the spinning of her body to launch into another attack, an iaijutsu slash charged with a bit of mana for extra cutting power. The attack was on course to connect with Stockton's left shoulder, and would split him diagonally if he did not dodge. Raiya also charged up an aura around her body which she was ready to disperse into a doppelganger illusion just as she did in the fight with Dawn and Dominick before. If Stockton dodged, she was ready to use her blink technique at the very moment she released her clone, she would blink behind Stockton while Stockton would be focused on the mana outline she left behind and follow up with another Hachimantai no Yamata no Orochi to her unsuspecting enemy.

[Assistant]
Reaching the next room didn't take long and there was thankfully a lack of obstacles that stood before them. However in hindsight, it became apparent upon reaching a particular corridor where a trap had only just gone off recently. Travis noted the fresh arrows that either lay embedded into the wall or lay scattered across the flow. Someone clearly went through this way and made it out unscathed due to the lack of a body or traces of blood for that matter.

Travis and everyone else had then arrived to their destination to a room notably spacious and played host to an active light source. It was then evident that the individual that had been ahead of them was at the opposite side of the room. Upon closer expectation, Travis could make out the apparel and appearance of the interloper whom seemed focused on a large door at the end of the room. The person in question resembled an earlier image Nemo had shown of Rutger Stockton of the Arcanocracy.

Almost immediately, Raiya and Rutger began waging a skirmish of statements and declarations. Raiya, getting straight to the point, presented Rutger with her ultimatum; leave or die. Rutger on the other hand, presumably unfazed by Raiya's heated advisory, countered with verbal disparagement over Travis' teammate. That's when things became personal. Travis didn't know the history between Raiya and Rutger other than the basic facts such as Raiya's parents having been unfortunately murdered and her initial inclusion with the Catholic Church until things ended up going South. All he could gather and assuming that this confrontation was a feud that was now boiling over with intense emotion and mana radiating from Raiya. So much so that the expulsion of such pressure via her manawell was enough to kick up powerful artificial gusts within the room.

It was then that Zuri presented a rather logical if not blunt query that overlapped and contradicted with the tone of the moment regarding the existence of any scheme or strategy in dealing with the situation at hand. Travis simply hissed in reply, "Not really..."

Rutger finally made his own declaration; one that Travis really didn't want to hear but knew was inevitable. In the blink of an eye, Rutger had quickly invoked a sphere of rapidly expanding energy that sailed toward the group at high speed. With so much ground it was covering in such mere seconds, Travis truly thought it was the end for him were it not for Raiya's timely and ethereal response through her new empowered form. The spell she followed up with resonated and quickly dispersed the Rutger's attack before it could cause any fatal damage. Looking back and him and Zuri, Raiya advised them to stay back and develop a contingency in the event is she were unsuccessful in dealing with Rutger herself; a notion Travis was eagerly pleased in carrying out and not having to participate in the exploding battle before them

"R-right," he sheepishly replied before retreating with Zuri to a safer position.

Having fled the immediate scene, Travis took the opportunity to observe the battle has it played out. There was no doubt about it that Raiya and Rutger's combat skills far outweighed his own as he struggled to keep up with the swift movements of each participant and the spells they deployed. It was then Travis came to a realization of Rutger's own skills and devised that the Arcanocracy rep seemed reliant on the spells he used rather than displaying any physical feats, something he had scene through his conflicts with Roy and Lori whom only used spells as only a means rather than their core method of engagement.

"That fellow has quite the mana well," Travis said to himself as he continued his study of Rutger through the use of his manalysis.

It was then he recalled something he had brought with him that could very well turn the tide of this new conflict if the situation demanded it. Travis instinctively rummaged through this trench coat's internal compartments and produced a transparent icosahedron that stored within it the rune he had created, one that could silence a Paragon. He looked at his creation and remembered what Felix has said and what the rune could very well do if its application had be redesignated. Travis was still uncomfortable with the though on using it on any living being but the matter seemed to have created an exception he may just have to undertake.

"Zuri," he suddenly called to his teammate beside him, "you recall when you, you know, turned in to that large shadowy entity when we were still aboard that ship? Think you can do it again?"

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Rutger used his blink to get out of the way of her blade's slash, emitting a high pitched ping noise when he activated it again. It was then while he waited for another strike he sensed something from behind. "Parlor tricks!" He yelled, looking behind himself at the last second to see Raiya's sneak attack. He didn't have the time to generate a proper shield like before, only emitting small barrier close to his skin to keep himself from being punctured as a last ditch defense.

Rutger grunted from the blow and was pushed airborne. While he wasn't cut by the strike, it did tatter through his robes a bit and bruise his side. Before landing back on the ground he shot out three lightning fast explosive blasts, one for each of the teammates.

As soon as he landed however, Rutger raised his arms up, generating a gigantic war hammer made out of pure purple mana and slammed it down on the ground towards Raiya with enough power to easily uproot the stone floor quite a bit. The creation was far too big to be used regularly, but with the use of telekinesis he was able to wield it. From the looks of it, this seemed to be a modified use of Felix's own manaegis technique.

[Assistant] She tried her best to observe the movement of their enemy that stood before them, but to little avail due to her lack of knowledge with magic. Zuri's attention went from the fight to Travis when he called out for her. She wanted to know what Travis had in mind, so she replies with "I think I can, but what do you want me to do in that form?".

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"I have something that may help us take this guy down. However, its current design only work up close, like point-blank. Do you think you can..."

Travis' voice trailed off upon coming to a sudden and alarming realization that he and Zuri were once more under attack. During the ongoing conflict between Raiya and Rutger, Travis was able to catch the Father creating and unleashing a spread of explosive bolts with a few aimed directly at them. Not wanting to have Raiya loose her momentum and mana protecting them again in addition with protecting herself too, Travis quickly leapt past Zuri to respond.

"Shit, hold that thought!" yelped Travis as he hot-generated a pair of his lightning runes fired them the mere moment they were ready. Two streaks of ionized plasma surged out from their magic circles and quickly connected with Rutger's attacks moments before they could reach their targets. While his reply was likely enough to neutralize the blasts via premature detonations, Travis' considerable timing wouldn't prevent him from getting knocked down from the force of expected explosions.


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Nicknames/Aliases: N/A

Gender: Male

Birthday: May 19th

Age: 33

Class: Templar

Occupation: Knight

Species: Human

Appearance:

Clothing Style: (See above)

Personality: Vance is very strict with the rules that he was raised by, and keeps these morals as his guides in whatever he does. He has a strong sense of justice, and what he feels is right and wrong. He's easy to get along with, as long as he doesn't suspect any foul play has been done by those around him. Though he is quiet, and reserved in his opinions of those around him, he is usually empathic to those who he is near.

Likes: Order, protecting those who can't protect themselves, camping.

Dislikes: Disobedience, injustice, disagreements.

Past/History: Growing up, Vance was seen to be quite skilled in the healing arts, and displayed a fierce protectiveness of those around him whenever they were being mistreated, or bullied. This led to him being recommended to the knighthood for training to become a Templar. In his teenage years, he showed promise, but the hopes were dashed when he saw a friend get killed, and the murderer walked, due to a technicality in the system. Vance went out that night, and killed the man himself, thus betraying his order. He went into hiding for years, just recently emerging again after a hiatus, leading a nomadic life mostly in solitude after the 'incident'. Time hasn't done much to alleviate his feelings of guilt for his betrayal, though he was never caught, or brought to trial for his own crimes. He has been traveling across the land, trying to do everything in his power to right his wrongs, helping anyone who will accept it, and never take payment for his deeds. The first place that he approached was the forest town of Masa(May-sa), and he considers that his 'home'. He can never again go back to his kingdom for fear of being charged for his crimes.

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ADRIAL HACKIS

Adrial took notice of the mans tensity and displeasure at what he had to say, his Elvinian eyes took notice of his quivering jaw, the clenching of his teeth along with the silent glare he was given.  He thought curiously, until the man spoke.

"Wait a minute- go back to what you said earlier. Do you really leave men to bleed out? That... That's horrible. I mean you have the ability to save lives yet... You choose not to?- Please clear this up for me because it's bothering the hell out of me."

Adrial silently glared back at Jeer, his facial expressions slowly twisted and shaped into a bitter, exasperated scowl, nostrils lightly flared in enmity. His voice changing from calming to more bothered and slightly heated.

"Really? You are asking me... why? Why on earth would I bother saving a bunch of ignorant, selfish and abusive simple minded soldiers who only see me as a tool for their own safety and get themselves hurt on purpose because they believe just because a cleric is by their side that they have every right to be reckless?!

They wouldn't be able to comprehend the sheer amount of concentration, energy and training that is required to bend every single broken blood vessel and vein inside a mans body! Working the flesh until its healed by carefully and swiftly stitching together each bit of bloody tissue by my own mental strength! Do you know what thanks I get for staring deep into the bloody murderous wounds of hundreds of thousands of soldiers who are crying out in agony before me? do you know the sheer horror of having to stare into a mans dying eyes to heal him? Do you know the praise I receive for bringing the many back from the brink of death, at the cost of my own sanity, my own willpower and potentially my own life?!"

Adrial clenched his fists tightly and grimaced, turning his face away, as his expression changed from pure anger to a mix between both hatred and heartache, a slight tear formulating in his eye as he stared away, reflecting on his previous experiences as his eyes met his boots.

"Nothing... You are treated like nothing but a dog... a pet who's only purpose is saving others who don't deserve it. I get no rewards for my actions, no praise, no acceptance. I'm simply a tool to be abused because I can do things others can't. A hundred years. A hundred years... of murder... And my reward was just my life... while many gained medals and were showed in gold and praise... I was granted nothing, not even a simple thank you..."

Adrial's expression soured, twisting his gaze back to jeer, his eyes blazing with hostility and aggressiveness.

"So why bother saving those who just hurt people in the end? Why bother saving the life of someone if they will never thank you, and crush you under their heel when you're done "saving them". Let the brutes and monsters die... And if you're the type of person who willingly rushes out to get hurt... And force me to plunge back into the horrors of that previous, grim reality... I will let you die a horrible, painful and agonising death... I won't let reckless neanderthals plunge me back into the emotionally scarring carnage of those times... I won't allow it."

His last words were bitter and emotionally harsh, the cleric turned quickly, proceeding to stroll away, leaving jeer and his companion to themselves.

VELTIS ARUNDA

"I am here for the quest to slay the monsters which have become a nuisance to this town, and the surrounding areas. My name is Van.."

Veltis calmly listened to the knight, his left hand laid upon his hip whilst he elegantly and nonchalantly brushed his long, flowing white hair in front of his face behind himself, which shun with a elegant glow as the light of the sun rebounded its rays off of the impossibly smooth and silky hairstyle, along with displaying his smooth and soft skin, void of inperfections, definately one to take care of how he looks, if atleast somewhat overcared for...!

What a wonderful thing to hear. He thought. That someone had the same mindset as he did, Perhaps the two would meet again in the near future hopefully wished silently, his smile never once wavering when Vance spoke, not even when a sudden fairy would speak up out of the blue and reveal itself to his eyes.

"Hi! I'm Eve!" "What's your name?" "Did you sign up for the quest too?" "Wow, a bow!" "Are you good with it?" "How many monsters have you killed?" "You're cute!" "I love those shoes!"

Veltis, put his right foot back in surprise, but almost instantly relaxed as the adorable fairy spoke, retaining his calm, collected and stylish pose once more, hand on hip, he let the fairy return to what he assumed was a companion of hers.

 "Sorry for the interruption. My name is Vance Meridian. I am a Templar from Masa. I am skilled in the ways of white magic, both to heal, and harm." He said. "And you are?"

Veltis gave his arm a surprisingly strong and friendly handshake, before pulling back and with a slow turn, Veltis put both arms behind his head and turned with his back toward Vance, his body twisting into a rather odd and flamboyant side angle as does his head, so he could just about look behind him to view Vance, thus being able to speak to him, his eyes almost glowed from the suns shine upon him, both his golden and green eye shining and looking with grace to both Vance and Eve. Once he posed, Vance would notice on Veltis' back in all it's glory a large bulky greatbow the size of a man attached to his back, with a large boxed quiver behind it, holding impressive large arrows which would definitely require some strength to pull, which didn't exactly seem possible on Veltis' feminine, slim physique.

"Ah, I happen to be graced with the bow! Greatbow to be precise! A strong weapon with superb firepower, though admittedly slow to fire, I'm much better at working in a team, so should we join arms at one point in our lives, you would find me a compulsory unit to your group!"

Veltis bent his right arm back, and slowly stroked the mithril string of his large bow, pulling and releasing the string gently, which made an echoing reverberation, before the Hero turned fully around to look at Vance with his arms still behind his head, smiling dearly at him.

"I however am just one man. I am no stronger than anyone else who desires to change our realm for the better. I hold no person below me, nor above me, I treat all those who seek to build a better world as my equals, and I thus seek to make sure that those who act in malice are forced to see the error of their ways or are removed from realm, my desires are as simple and plain as that! It would be impossible for me alone to accomplish this, but over the years, I believe this would be possible...!"

Veltis' arms rested at his sides, deciding to politely bow in respect before raising his head up to speak again.

"But where are my manners! My name is Veltis Arunda, no titles, for I do not deserve them! It is truly an honor to meet you, Vance and of course your beautiful companion, eve! 'Tis a pleasure to be graced by two people of, if I may be so bold, unmatched refined elegance!

I would very much enjoy meeting you once again! I pray the quest goes well for both of you! Should I be payed, I plan to give my reward to the beggars of the city, too many are stepped underfoot, and they need the comfort of a warm bed as much as anyone! Farewell, Vance, Lady Eve!"

Veltis once again elegantly bowed and waved gently before proceeding to walk away, to await the groupings.

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The woman who had helped her earlier was waving at her with a sincere smile. Elisha found it rude to not wave back, even if she wanted to avoid giving the older woman a misunderstanding. She shyly tries to force a smile, as well as waving back.

One of the other adventurers however bumps into her as they were walking, which causes her to lose some of her balance. Thankfully she was able to catch herself, but not without hitting somebody else. After regaining her footing, Elisha takes a few steps back before bowing as low as she could towards the person she bumped into.

"I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to bump into you," she said as sincerely as she could.

Upon lifting her head, she noticed that this was the person who was signing up alongside her at the line. "Louis... Françoise Le Blanc... de La Vallière... was it?" Elisha didn't have the best memory, but extravagant names such as his somehow keep sticking out for her. "It's a lovely name. Just... long."

However, her stomach suddenly makes itself known by growling. "Oh god, why now?! Ssshhhh~!" Blushing madly as well as clutching her stomach, she was hoping that nobody heard the noise it made.

"I-I'm sorry for my rude manners. I-it's just that... I haven't had anything since last night," she continues before she returns to bowing.

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As Louis was raised in a very upper-crust home, he was brought up on a very strict code of manners (is that a thing; code of manners? Ah screw it, it is now). There were strict ways to do things, and things that you strictly couldn't do. Bodily noises were one such thing. However, that was normally...urg...gas expelled from either the mouth or rear (gah! Such a ghastly image). The cries of a person's stomach were a little different. First of all, you couldn't tell it was going to make that noise until it actually happened, and even then you couldn't stop it any more then you could stop your own heart from beating though shear force of will. Secondly, it didn't release any offensive gas into the air. While the upper class may be complete snobs, at least they weren't completely unreasonable

With that in mind, Louis opened up his bag and pulled out a gourmet breakfast sandwich, wrapped up in cloth to keep it clean. "You shouldn't embark on such a quest without eating something" he said while holding it out to the girl with the noise stomach. Suddenly, his brain finished processing what his mouth had just said and panicked "d-d-d-d-d-don't misunderstand I'm only doing this so you don't e-e-e-embarrass yourself! As a n-n-n-n-n-noble, it is my duty to fix such obvious mistakes before me if it is within my power to do so" he claimed, his cheeks tomato red "really! It's not because I think you're pretty or anything, that's simply absurd, get such thoughts out of your head!"

[Assistant]
Vance and Eve both listened to the man's philosophy, and way of life, and for the most part, Vance agreed with it.

When Veltis turned around, Vance found himself admiring the bow that was on his back. It was beautifully crafted, and it looked like it could be deadly in the right hands. He imagined Veltis using it with a fusion of both power, and grace. It was an impressive thought, and he hoped that he would get to see it someday.

After a firm handshake, and a nod, Vance spoke. Eve seemed to be smitten with his posture and the way that he spoke.

"There are many evils in the world, and it takes people like us to make sure that peace is preserved in these dark times." He said. "You're one of the good ones, Veltis" he added.

Eve had a small blush, and a big smile appear on her face as Veltis referred to her as 'beautiful'

Vance found even himself admiring Veltis. He was one of the good guys, and he would surely be a powerful ally in the fight for good. He wasn't too bad on the eyes, either, as Eve pointed out.

As Veltis walked away, Vance watched him, and then looked to others who were around them. He suddenly felt a new sense of purpose in doing this quest. They money was good, but these people, all of them, were worth saving. He truly hoped that he, and Veltis, would cross paths again.


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Title: Lady Stelsa of Ash Falls
Age: 15

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Appearance: Stelsa is considered pretty. She is taller then your average 15 year old girl. She has the typical brown hair and green eyes of a Lashton, but her other features are practically a carbon copy of her late mother. Her long wavy hair reaches all the way her spine. If she is not wearing her hair just plainly down, she is most likely sporting the popular braided stylings from King's Landing. Her most prominent feature is her eyes, which are a magnificent mossy green color, that meld into a dark blue rim around her iris. Stelsa has always been tall and slim. Thankfully she shed the awkwardness of puberty, and finally grown into her womanly curves. She has a dainty nose, pink lips, and a pretty smile.

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Personality: Stelsa is a clever, optimistic, and quick-witted girl. She has a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things, thus she is not afraid to speak her mind. Her mouth has gotten her into trouble on more then one occasion. She is only just learning to think before she speaks. As a child she was an energetic, and tenacious girl filled with life and humor. She's never been a fan of people who treat her like a child or think they're better then her. She wants to be strongly independent, but being so young that's not always possible. She likes to appear afraid of nothing, and knows how to put on a brave front, but don't let her fool you. She is not a brave as she makes herself out to be. Her Septa raised her with a strong moral background, so Stelsa values fairness and charity quite a bit. But in certain facet she can be a very unforgiving person. She knows how to hold a grudge, and she has turned payback into an art form. She is extremely loyal and protective of those she loves and puts her trust in. Overall Stelsa is a bright young lady, but also a tad impulsive.

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Bio: Stelsa was born in Ash Falls castle, to Lord Renault and Lady Lucia Lashton. As a little toddler she was soft-spoken, sweet, and always full of smiles. Her brother Radford was 5 years older, but he quickly became her protector who she absolutely adored. Her early years were spent in the gardens together with her siblings and mother. Lady Lucia would read her children poems, and tell them stories as they giggled and played. She loved watching her brothers practice their sword fighting, and archery. Stelsa spent most of her time barefoot and following her brothers around like a little shadow. When she wasn't following them around, she was either in her mothers lap, or playing dolls with the cook's daughter Perra, who would later become her best friend.

Around six years old, the once sweet little Stelsa quickly turned into a sassy spitfire. An inordinate amount of her time was spent flinging mud at the blacksmith's boys, chasing chickens with Perra, pranking her siblings, and making her Septa's life hell. For the next year she was basically an irritating little hellion, who refused to listen to anyone but Radford. Thankfully that phase ended when she was seven years old, just after her older sister Bryna was married off to Ser Marwyn Belmore of the Vale. Stelsa was her father's daughter, and though she looked like her mother, her personality was more similar to her father in his youth. She would always remain impulsive, and aggravatingly plain-spoken, the complete opposite of her sister goody-two-shoes Bryna.

Stelsa and Perra spent quite a bit of time adventuring around the waterfalls, and playing pretend in the woods around the grounds. The blacksmiths youngest son Jeems always seemed to join them in their shenanigans, and so did her brothers on occasion. But the little trio were mighty good at making trouble. Sadly the news of Bryna's passing came a year later. She had died from complications after a miscarriage, and the family didn't take it well. She and Bryna had never gotten along, and the nine year age difference didn't help make them close. But her death still crushed Bryna, and it took its tole on her parents. Loosing their first born changed them a bit, at least from what Stelsa observed.

Unfortunately the hits kept coming and two years later when Stelsa was ten, her mother become deathly ill and quickly passed away. She hadn't been able to say goodbye to her mother before she died. The Maester had made sure to keep everyone away for fear of others catching the disease too. The understanding that her mother was gone forever devastated her, and life seemed to change inside the castle after her death. Everything was more somber and serious. Stelsa spent the next few months with red rimmed eyes, and tear soaked sleeves. She tried hard not to cry in front of anyone, but it was clearly visible to everyone that Stelsa was hurting.

Growing into a young woman without her mother was difficult to say the least. From her perspective everything seemed to be changing, not just her body. Her friend Jeems started acting differently towards her. Septa started going on and on about how Stelsa needed to start acting more like a demure highborn lady. Even Perra started spending more time with a boy from the village. Apparently there was no more time to play with dolls, or run around pretending to be dragons in the woods. According to the world it was now inappropriate for her to swim in the falls in her undergarments. The time between girlhood and blossoming into a woman was full of frustration, confusion, and to much change.

Now she is fifteen years old, and though Westeros is in chaos, it hasn't really hit home yet for her. Possibly because everyone tends to shield her from the big bad world. Her fathers remarriage to lady Madeline, was not taken happily by Stelsa. She knew her father loved her mother, and he already had more then one possible heir, so why take another wife? In her eyes her father had betrayed her mother's memory by marrying again. And Stelsa has made sure her option is abundantly clear. She has not been intentionally mean to Lady Madeline, but she does tend to passive-aggressively treat her as an outsider. The idea of Radford also marrying is something she finds annoying. The stress of the realms issues can be felt through her father, brothers, and all the adults in the castle. Stelsa is quickly finding out that she hates change. And thankfully no one has brought up the fact that she is of marriageable age.

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Thoughts on the current situation of the realm: She has no expertise to give an educated option with, but she believe that rumors of King Joffrey legitimacy are just rumors until proven otherwise. And if proven otherwise, she knows that by right the throne is Stannis's, but if she could have her pick of Kings it would be Renly because he is handsome and charming.
-- I Will add bits to her bio when other family/household characters are made.

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Madeline still fidgeted with the necklace that was around her neck as she watched the men of Ash Falls or The Ash Men as they were called, gallop away on their horses. She had let out a soft gasp after remembering her Lord's words about Tyrion's visit and quickly turned heel to head back towards the castle now. When she was inside, she closed the door and stood on it, back first with rapid breaths escaping over her parted lips. Madeline may have been the Lady of the house but she was really not ready to host someone with the caliber of Tyrion Lannister all by herself. She tried her best not to panic around others as she walked with her usual stance, head held high and hands clasped before her then went to the barking orders.

"Please alert me whenever Tyrion's close. Make sure his chambers is ready and that we have the wine he requested there. Whores, does he still like his whores?" She questioned but no one responded as she held a hand to her head with those rapid breaths coming from her again. Madeline was not ready for this type of responsibility but she was definitely handling it to the best of ability. "Go and make sure Lady Stelsa is ready for Tyrion's arrival." She said politely towards one of the handmaidens nearby, who bowed and scurried to do as she was told.

Again, she started to fidget with the necklace around her neck as she could not help but worry about her men, more importantly Lord Renault, Ser Marvyn and Radford, out there on the battlefield. She hoped that they remain safe and come back home to her and Stelsa. Not that she did not care about the other men but her Lord and Radford, along with Ser Marvyn were more important to her than anyone else. While she started a trek towards the dining hall, a male, a guard came over towards her and muttered. "Lord Tyrion is here, my lady." The guard mentioned with bow as Madeline nodded her head and dismissed him with the wave of her hand. 'Great.' She could not really wait for Stelsa to show her face so with all the courage mustered up inside of her and three guards surrounding her, Madeline walked with a sense of pride towards the double doors that lead to the inside of their castle.

Now that she was outside, she plastered a greeting smile among her lips and opened her arms in a welcoming manner as her eyes gazed up towards the guard addressing Tyrion and his men. "It's quite all right. Tyrion's an important guest here and shall be treated as such." Madeline said as the guard stood down and allowed Tyrion along with his men to enter further into the keep known as Ash Falls.

"Lord Tyrion. I shall apologize for my Lord Renault absence but I am here to make sure your stay at Ash Falls is quite enjoyable until his return." Madeline spoke with a bow and in a calm and greeting manner as she followed those words with a smile. 'So far, so good. I hope anyways.' She thought to herself then cleared her throat before she continued to speak. "I am sure you'd like to rest from your journey. Malisa here will show you and your men to your appropriate chambers. Plus, my cooks are preparing a midday meal for all of us to enjoy."

She was doing really well or so she thought she was but since there was no one around to say otherwise, she knew that things were going well. "Oh, before I forget, welcome to Ash Falls." Madeline muttered and ended with another smile as she turned heel to walk back inside of the castle. When no one was really focused on her anymore, she exhaled a sigh and lowered her head towards the ground before quickly picking it back up and continuing on towards the inside now.

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Marvyn Kayne

Marvyn only nodded at his lord's joke, not allowing himself to laugh or break his stern, commander's compose. The vulture jokes had long outgrown their humor, and now only the nickname had stuck, thank's to none other than Renault himself, announcing "The victorious vulture!!" upon Marvyn's successful raids in the river-lands. After the dozenth time or so, everyone from Ash Falls to Kings Landing had heard the joke.
As the wake rode in front of the center infantry battalion, Marvyn could see the oncoming group of galloping horsemen quickly approaching. As they got closer, it became clear it was one of the scouting forces riding out in front of the main host. Leading the group, Radford, commander of the scouting parties. His ability to use his hawk as a forward scout made the decision quite easy for Marvyn and allowed for the boy to gain experience in a commander's position.

"Father, Lord Kayne, I've come to inform you that Lord Ryger's forces are only a few kilometers east of here, and they are headed this way." the young Lord explained. Marvyn looked to his old friend, giving a slight grin. Sometimes the gods can be just, others than can be a massive cock, today however, they we're bountiful. On the left side of the Lashton host, sat a large rocky hill, impossible for a horse to traverse, surrounded by a low density forest. On the right side of the host, sits a river that runs from the Godseye all the way to the blackwater, separating the forest from the dirt road they traveled. He knew this trade road, and the options for open fields for battle were thin, and they stood in a rather good spot for a surprise attack.

"Radford, I want you to pull back the scouts and have them spread the word, we are preparing an ambush." Marvyn turned slightly, gaining the attention of the men who sat on horseback around him. Clearing his throat, he spoke in his booming commanders's voice.
"I want every longbow men available on the western face of the hill, bows pointed east, no one comes down this path without us knowing. I want crossbowmen hidden in the tree line behind the river, out of sight, ready to strike. Steel hawks are to form up in a tight formation half a kilometer down the path. Center battalion is to form up behind them, left and right battalions maintain the flanks."

Marvyn motioned with his hands as his voice boomed over the troops, who had already begun to move. Turning back to Radford, he spoke again, "I want you to take all of the light cavalry we have and take them around the back side of the hill and be ready to come in and flank when the time is right." He commanded, trusting Radford would know when the time to strike was. Turning to the force under his direct command, The wake, he ordered his horse archers to split in half and cover either flanks of the steel hawks. The idea was to extend the front line, so when Lord Ryger approached he would think the entirety of the Lashton host was in line traveling down the path, and this would also prevent the Ryger's to get an accurate estimate of Lashton forces, as they could not see the troops behind the front line of horsemen. The soldiers of the lashton army moved with quick haste to fall into their positions, preparing for battle that was looking to be a slaughter.

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As all of her family rushed away to go fight, Stelsa stood in the great hall and took a moment to compose herself. Perra peeked in from the doorway. Stelsa noticed her friend, and did her best to smile reassuringly. Alone in the great hall, she sat back down at her same seat and forced herself to finish her breakfast. She was going to need all the energy she could get today. As she took her last bit of charred bacon, she quickly went over the list of things that needed to be done before Lord Tyrion's arrival. This chore was helping keep her mind off the battle happening elsewhere.

She left the great hall, and made her way to the kitchens, checking with the kitchen staff, and the cook about tonight's small welcome feast for Tyrion. Then she got to directing a few servants here or there to quickly finish up cleaning, and setting up the guest quarters, She was so preoccupied with trying to distract herself with the preparations that she missed his arrival. Perra was the one to track Stelsa down and tell her Tyrion was at the front gate with Lady Madeline.

A flood of feelings came over her at the mention of her stepmother. She was aggravated, worried, annoyed, angry, and slightly grateful that someone was their to great Tyrion. She made her way as quickly as she could to the courtyard, and watched as Lady Madeline lead their guests into the keep. Tyrion Lannister brother of the queen was in their home. It was bizarre, and why he choose to stop here of all places was something to ponder.


[System]
Gender: Female
Age: 16

Appearance: Coming up at a measly 5'1 with brown eyes stuck behind the perpetually smudged glasses she wears, Ai is, outwardly, about as threatening as a dandelion. Her hair is a plain brown color, bobbed a few inches above her shoulders, with the only thing resembling "style" being a quick comb-through behind the ears. She dresses unnecessarily nicely no matter what the occasion - wrinkle-free button-down shirts combined with a pair of dark jeans, stud earrings, and heeled boots (not to compensate for height or anything, of course not!) are a wardrobe staple. Her build is lightly pudgy from the sweet tooth she was cursed with.

Personality: Ai likes to portray herself as being an easygoing person who is quick to action and slow to anger.

Unfortunately, this is often not the case.

No, Ai has inherited quite the temper from her mother, and as a result can be particularly cruel to those she sees as "inferior" to her intellect. A hard atheist, she sees no reason to believe in "childish things" like religion - or the occult. But more on that later. She is incredibly narcissistic, and this is obvious from one's very first interaction with her. She'll go into completely "pompous ass" mode, in which she pulls out every ounce of sesquipedalian loquaciousness she has to impress you. If you pass her "check", she may lower her guard and act more like, well, a human person. And if you don't? Well, prepare to be treated like the scum of the earth.

But if one is resilient enough to get a little bit closer to her (or, perhaps, if she thinks you're cute), a wholly different side emerges. When Ai sets down all pretenses of superiority, she becomes what she truly is: an insecure wreck who pushes away others to protect herself. Around these select few people, her jokes will soften; her body language will loosen; you might even catch a glimpse of that small, sincere smile, the one she usually masks with a scoffing sort of grin.

...But she's much more likely to just be an ass.

History
Her family history is about as vanilla as it can get, aside from the divorce of her parents. They have quite a bit of tension between them; her father threw himself into his work, while time seemed to stop for her mother. Since her mother can barely take care of herself, it is Ai who must keep up with things such as cooking and the rent while they feed off of child support money.

For years now, Ai has become increasingly dissatisfied with what she sees as a "boring, cookie-cutter life". She took up the guitar in attempts to make herself more interesting - but, fearing rejection, never plays it in front of others, let alone lets anyone know she has one.

Then she took up cryptography, which proved to be so interesting that she practically went into a month-long frenzy of codes, codes, codes, until she lost steam. She'll still scribble down a Caesar or two, but not the the fervor she once held.

The next logical step in the quest for the recognition she deserves was the student paper, which among its pages upon pages of sappy love-poems and angsty "open letters" towards society or whatever had the sorry lack of true intellectual material. So, she began to submit her essays: long-winded, arrogant, but ultimately coherent enough to warrant frequent publication. Hey, if nothing else it padded out the papers. Now they were big enough to be used as doorstops!

...And then she got bored. And when she first heard that voice over the school's loudspeakers tittering on about something as absurd as an Occult Club, she couldn't resist some old fashioned debunking. Yes, she'd show these blind sheep how the world really works...

Skills
- Writing nonfiction, such as essays; she is a frequent name in the student paper
- Quite good at recognizing patterns and cracking codes
- Is moderately 'okay' at the guitar

Other
- Unsure of her sexuality
- Allergic to cats
- Secretly listens to grunge rock
- Has unironically worn a fedora
- Creates codes in her spare time to the point that almost all of her school supplies are covered in ciphers
- Has a vast database of obscure and completely useless trivia

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Ai's self-satisfied grin widened a tad, revealing straight (if kind of...brownie stained) teeth. Quickly she snatched the paper back, a snicker moving past her lips as she moved behind Yoshi.

Ai held the paper up to the light, as though doing so would reveal anything - it didn't, and was purely for dramatic effect. "Look, look. It's not that hard." She brought the paper closer to Yoshi's face (perhaps uncomfortably close...) and, pocketing her wallet, pointed towards the seemingly random letters scrawled across the paper.

"It's called a Caesar cipher. They're one of the easiest to learn, as long as you've got the alphabet memorized. They say that Julius Caesar himself devised this to encrypt military messages!" She pointed to the first letter, Z. "All you do is take the letter and go three back in the alphabet. But I encoded this twice. So this Z would really be a W, and, decrypting again, that W would be a T. Neat, right?"

She seemed much more natural now, her voice uplifting slightly in enthusiasm. One could tell she knew quite a bit about this, and could (and would) go on for literal hours about it.

Location: Classroom 2-A, YHS
Interacting with: Watanabe Yoshi @Pleek
Inventory: Wallet (in pockets), Cipher Paper (in hands), House Keys (in pockets), cellphone (in pockets)

[Assistant]
Aika Aramachi

"Well that's an interesting way to live." She said in reply to Yuki's apathy towards gender. However, it was far more interesting to Aika than she let on, as she took this as confirmation that Yuki was deliberately causing confusion surrounding her gender. That meant that she wanted people to act on their assumptions, causing them to act in a way towards Yuki that they wouldn't have if they knew which gender she really was, causing them to question their traditional attitudes and destroying the way society tended to work. It all made sense now!

But then...was it such a bad thing to change how society worked? Aika didn't really have a problem with homosexuality or non-traditional gender politics...

No, it was a bad thing! The government was involved, it had to be a vile plot against the public! They always want change for their own purposes!

But...was the government involved...?

Of course it was! It had it's fingers in every pie!

Pulling herself out of her own mental detour, Aika followed up with a new line of questioning. "It must get a bit awkward sometimes, right? Like, do you get date offers from both men and women? Cause, I dunno, like, I don't mind people being gay or whatever, but wouldn't you feel awkward letting someone date you under the wrong impression?" This one would be the icing on the cake; if Aika was told that Yuki entered relationships with people without letting them understand what they were getting into, she would be totally utterly convinced there was something afoot with this. Even more totally utterly convinced than she ever had been!

North

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@ZeroCuero

As the paper was moved up, for all intents and purposes, essentially against her own face Yoshi took the time to scoot a bit back on her chair. Watanabe focused her attention on Ai, while looking at the paper, as Ai explained both the fact that the message was a Caesar Cypher and what needed to be done to solve it. Yoshi's eyes slowly went over the message once more.

ZKYZ, ZKYZ...GS O KBKT JUOTM ZNOY XOMNZ? NGNG...O NGBKT'Z YRKVZ OT ZCU JGEY! GTJ O'S JUOTM ZKXXOHRK! Yoshi's eyes looked upwards as she began to mouth how the steps were done as Ai listed them. First she had to go backwards three times from Z to reach W. Then from W she mouthed the letters that led her to T. In total she had to go six step backwards.

"So..." Watanabe Yoshi began as she held out her left index finger and pointed towards the paper that Yamauchi was still holding. "K is next." Yoshi cleared out her throat as she began to go through the steps with a sing-song inflection to her voice. "K J I H. H G F E." Yoshi beamed a triumphant grin as she placed both of her hands on her hips. "So the next letter would be E." Yoshi craned her head back to glance at Ai as she smiled, "Eee! You are right this is neat. I think I should start writing this down, yanno so I don't lose my pace."

And with that Yoshi reached towards her schoolbag which Ai Yamauchi invaded not that long ago. She slowly started to open the bag; however before she would find her bag rummaged through a thought occurred to her. "You know, I think might have forgotten one of my journals today... Hold on let me get some paper! I'll be back in a jiffy."

With that Yoshi proceeded to exit her seat and decided once again to leave her bag hanging from the seat, and the Bible on the table. There were many people she could ask for a spare sheet of paper; but Yoshi realized that she did want to go back to talk to Travis. So she skipped back towards the spot where Travis was seating.

Yoshi waved at Furukawa with her right arm and smiled towards the boy. "Soooo sorry I left the conversation where it was. Eheehee..." Watanabe briefly tapped her two index fingers together before shaking her head. "Anyhow OH!" She snapped her fingers and pointed at Travis, "YEAH!" eagerly declared the girl as a eureka moment appeared in her mind. "Swing is terrible; I can't say for sure, only The Lord could, but I am positive swing was influenced by the devil. But anyhow music aside, I have something I have to ask you."

There was a distinct pause as Yoshi looked around Travis' desk before glancing back up at him. "Would you happen to have any paper I could borrow? OH and uh is there anything you'd want to chat about besides answering me if you happen to have any spare paper or not? School? Friends? Hobbies?"

[Assistant]
Location: Classroom 2-A, Yurei High School
Interacting with: @Mercurial

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Yuki chuckled. "Yeah it is. It's like taking an insecurity and twisting it into a good thing yeah?" Well, that was what exactly happened in Yuki's case after all. After a childhood of bullying because of her appearance, this seems like more of a dream come true. A time where she was able to freely joke about it with minimal ridicule. Her childhood is now just a distant memory of a bad time long past. Heck, it now just seems like a nightmare she dreamed of every night for the first ten years of her life. It was amazing how vastly different society is between her hometown and this place.

However, she couldn't help but melt into those old days. Her right hand unconsciously gripped her necktie and her look became distant. Insults, isolation - a completely different scene from right now. If her parents didn't decide to move, her interaction right now would probably go downhill. The worst people to talk to back then were the popular kids. Ha, now that she thought about it. It was funny. They were all just children but the bullying was still there. Well, that's what she gets for being different in a traditional type of town. Well, even if she, herself, didn't choose to look like that.

She was thankfully pulled out of her thoughts by Aika questioning further. She finally noticed how tightly she was gripping her necktie so she let go and placed it in her pockets. She scratched her cheek with her left hand. "Well, yeah, I get asked out by some guys and girls... usually the latter really." She let out a chuckle. "And I'm actually interested in both genders so it's fine by me. But of course I tell them the truth about my gender first before I answer them, to make sure that they actually want to date me. It'd be horrible of me to lead them on that I'm what they think I am you know?" She then placed her left hand on the chair she was leaning on. "After that, I give them time if they're okay with that."

Hopefully that answers her question. Aika was an interesting one for sure. She only had a few people question about this kind of thing. It usually ended after the 'it's up to you what gender I am' and then lead to another topic. Yuki was glad she decided to talk to her. She looked back momentarily to see how Iria was doing. Oh, Seiko joined in on the conversation! She was glad that Iria was making more friends by the minute. That was good! Besides, they all look like they were having fun (in her eyes at least). She'd have to talk to Iria later to see if it really did go well. But it was without a doubt that the interaction was going to be good for her. Once done observing them, she looked back at Aika.

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Ai's grin shrank down to a decent, natural smile at Yoshi's enthusiasm. Maybe this is what Ai ought to be doing in her spare time; not whatever the hell Occult Club is going to be, but some kind of Cryptography Club. Maybe they could exchange self-made codes, or learn the history of the study - man, that sounded much more interesting than this right about now.

When Yoshi reaches towards her bag, another sheen of sweat renewed itself against Ai's forehead. Eaugh. The baby blue button-down shirt she was wearing at the moment was quite constricting against her arms - which was not helping the whole sweating situation. But as soon as Yoshi retreats, beginning to skip happily towards the Travis boy again, it's gone and she feels secure again.

Well... she thought, licking her lips, she probably wouldn't be able to tell that it was me, anyway...

Ai folded the paper once more and set it into her pockets for safe keeping. She decided she'd watch Yoshi and Travis interact for a bit, and if things got interesting then perhaps she'd come over.

Location: Classroom 2-A, YHS
Interacting with: N/A
Inventory: Wallet (in pockets), Cipher Paper (in pockets), House Keys (in pockets), cellphone (in pockets)


[System]
(I'll add an image later)
Species: Pawniard
Age: 20
Appearance: For the most part, he looks like a regular Pawniard. The only notable difference is in his blades, which are somewhat longer and thinner than usual.
History: Growing up in a rich family, Lance lived a life of privilege and luxury. He attended one of the best private schools in the country, and though they weren't around much, his parents were willing to buy him almost anything he wanted. Since he was always fascinated by stories of chivalrous knights, this included a collection of swords and fencing lessons.

 As he grew older, he became quite good at fencing, even winning a few tournaments. Despite this, he was far from an expert, though he certainly seemed to think he was. He'd even managed to convince himself that his fencing skills would help him in an unarmed fight. Of course, his overconfidence would eventually come to bite him. He foolishly ended up picking a fight with someone much bigger than him. One punch was all it took to knock him out. By the time he woke up, he found himself in a strange place, in a body that was completely foreign to him.
Moves:
-Scratch
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-
-
Health: Full Health
Status: None
Ability: Defiant(Raises Attack when a stat is lowered)
Inventory: Empty
Quest: Find a way to get back home.

[User]
Moves:
- Scratch
- Growl
- Ember

Health: Full Health

Status: Learning Hidden Power (Bug)

Ability: Blaze (increases fire-type moves when severely damaged)

Quest: To make the first guild in this pokemon-only, yet guildess world.

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 Somehow, Trevor woke up somewhat early, at least, compared to the others, which was certainly new for him. By the time he would have said something, or tried to wake someone else up, however, they were already talking about training everyone, and somehow, Trevor managed to say "Yeah... sounds like a good idea," though, he sounded far from confident, for some reason. He then followed the kirlia outside, and under the umbrella, where she started to explain how the move worked, and what it was. Trevor knew all about the second half of this, but the first half would be news to him, especially since the games never really went into detail on how pokemon learned how to perform their moves. Trevor simply nodded at the instructions, and tried to focus, tried to clear his mind, however, that was much more easily said than done. Certain thoughts like Why can't I seem to talk to these other pokemon? and I hope I don't disappoint my team with this... clouded his mind as he tried, and tried again, failing quite spectacularly, each time... worse, he HAD to figure out how to do this if he was ever going to properly learn Solarbeam, and there were only a handful of useful sets that didn't include SOME kind of grass-type move for a charizard. Thus, in a bid to try to win a war against his own issues, he kept at it, he kept trying to the point where it was starting to frustrate him, which, of course, only made things worse, and, after a while, likely after everyone else had already finished up with their training, he finally managed to calm himself down, and actually empty his mind... was this finally the one that was going to work? Was he finally going to be able to use this move that would be a gateway to other moves, such as solarbeam? Trevor went through with the rest of the motions whether or not it finally worked. What Trevor was unaware of was the fact that he had already launched his sphere of hidden power... missing the target due to his bad accuracy at any shooting range, and due to the fact that he had his eyes closed, but still. The orb he launched was a sort of yellowish green color... not grass, and certainly not electric, and probably less useful than either to a pokemon like him.

[Assistant]
Celina

Moves:
:-Peck
-Growl
-Sing
Health: Fine
Status: Fine
Ability: Natural Cure
Quest: Get back home or help as much people as possible in this world

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As Celina woke up, she went to get a bit of food, hungry in the morning, a bit groggy cause of the night. She stayed calm and listened to what was being said before going to head outside and hearing what their teacher was saying. So… hidden power eh? That could be very interesting to get, that is for sure. She thought about it a bit before going to clear her mind. She stayed calm, feeling the rain and wind falling on her. It was a bit hard to not think of anything cause of the rain that was falling on her, but she stayed calm. After some time, she felt some energy in front of her. What she saw was a bright green orb of energy… that launched and lobbed straight to the floor once Celina saw it and lost concentration on herself. She frowned at this and shook her head.  "I.. I will be guessing that was grass type."  She then said, shaking her head a bit, seeing some of the grass around where the orb fell just grow a bit to try to get to the orb that was once there. She breathes deeply and kept concentrating on this, staying calm as she went to keep practicing. She needed to master this move, cause grass type could be useful against water types that they might face considering all this rain. If they were to face someone that was really strong and was water type, it was best to get as many tools as possible to go and do this.

[User]
Moves:
Growl
Psywave
Astonish
Hidden Power (Fairy)

Health:
Full Health

Status:
Physically fine
Mentally elated and curious.

Ability:
Levitate - ground type moves are ineffective against this pokemon.

Inventory:
Bundle of Lava Cookies

Quest:
Scare some bitches and take their souls. Maybe discover the history of this world.
Become more familiar with this ghostly body and discover the extent of abilities.
Investigate the Berry farm, and still figure out what the heck she can do with this body.

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Vi woke with a dopey yawn, staring at the ceiling, still half asleep. Well now, that was the weirdest dream she had in awhile. How spooky. The Misdreavus pursed her lips as she pulled the covers off of her. Dreams were considered prophetic in some cultures, and considering the situation, she couldn't discount it as something of such a nature. Morning continued, and food was handed out. She could probably pass and still be fine, so long as she could get some from somewhere else. If they were heading out, it'd probably be easy enough to get some nourishment from them being spooked.

Hidden Power huh? When she followed the others outside for practice, Vi was somewhat familiar with such things. It was a common practice in meditative practices all over the world. She had tried it a number of times before, but back on earth such things were good for relaxing, but not much else except pseudo science, even if it was fun to imagine otherwise. In fact, didn't she already sort of do this before with whatever psychic attack she used before?

Hm.

Well, one way to find out.

Vi closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath as she focused her mind, emptying it of all thoughts. Not too difficult of a task for her, of course, but it still took a few moments to get the feel of it. Cracking open an eye, she spotted a bright pink, sparkly sphere before it briefly fizzled out. Frowning, she attempted it once more. Keeping focus for longer caused the sphere to expand more, before she was able to launch it towards the target - barely missing and grazing it, the pink sphere exploding in with some sparkles.

"Huh, dunno what type that is but its kind of...sparkly?"

[Assistant]
Ravi
Moves:
* Swagger: Confuses opponents and raises their normal attack.
* Wrap: Binds opponents like a constrictor and does damage while opponent is constricted.
* Bite: Bitten with viciously sharp fangs. It may make the target flinch.

Health: Full
Status: Good
Ability: (Shed Skin) May heal itself from status conditions by shedding its skin.
Inventory: None
Quest: Make friends and get along despite his intimidating voice and appearance.

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 "Please move..."

Ravi's thrashing movements were noticeable from underneath the blanket. Dreaming that everything besides his quivering tongue was immobilized and unable to flee the approaching flames. In reality, the nightmare had him scooched closer to the fire and contorted his body into a pretzel knot. Instantly undone as he was startled awake by a sudden noise and flash of intense heat. As a tiny spark erupted out after the log was dropped in, landing dangerously close to his tail that was poking out of the covers. Was he being attacked!? Eyes open as he sprung into action, making a scary face with a gaping maw ready to unleash a powerful hiss that instead sputtered into a silent sigh.

...Oh — it was only the adults wandering through the barn. His posture quickly relaxed as he looked around at his teammates with a smile, relieved that he hadn't stirred them from their slumber. He wasn't that much larger than they were, but he still found their tiny sleeping bodies precious to behold. Helping him pull some positive thoughts out for a pep talk. "Another wonderful day to be alive! Time to go make myself useful to my providers and companions! I can do whatever I put my mind to!"

But the adults seemed so busy that he didn't wish to interrupt them by asking if they wanted help with anything. So he conquered that nagging feeling by slithering by and politely greeting each member as they woke up. "Morning," followed by their name, "sleep well?" He didn't care if the recipient was too drowsy to respond, as long as he shared his happy vibes. Interrupted by the smell of food getting brought to them, likely waking up the ones lagging behind. Impossible to have any expectations, since he didn't eat last night, the food provided appeared perfectly sufficient to his eyes. Strongly deciding yesterday that it wouldn't benefit him to be too gluttonous in the wild during uncertain conditions. His stomach would grow accustom to the amounts of food he was digesting and divide the energy accordingly. But eating when he wasn't strictly hungry, caused two setbacks. First, his body got sluggish and he needed to stay speedy. The second was falsely prepping himself to expend more than what he'd normally take in. Seraph explaining that they planned to train them outside in the rain, as he enjoyed his breakfast, slurping down the bowl and swallowing the toast whole.

"An excellent idea. Maybe I'll offer to help Honey forage for supplies." Ravi thought.

Then Seraph went on to describe a Hidden Power, that unlike those that knew the games better, it was a concept that sounded completely foreign to him. But a leader wasn't supposed to act clueless. So he carefully considered what should be asked about this move, without saying a stupid question. Perhaps, it would be beneficial to let the others speak up, so he could listen intently and piece together assumptions from the information. Though her advice to empty the mind and focus, contradicted his plan to cram it all in his head. So that's what he did, imagining an orb to pop out of his forehead…how grotesque. What element would best synchronize with his abilities and prolong his survival? Surely, the most vital tool to a Seviper was having powerful venom and poison would be the inevitable answer.

[User]
With Seraph's advice on how to aim Hidden Power Nathan went back to learning it. Unfortunately it took him some time to create the water orb again as he kept reminding himself to aim with his eyes and because he kept getting distracted by the semi-successful attempts of the others.

Eventually though after another thirty-seven minutes he finally managed to keep the orb lasting enough to aim at the target. Not wanting to wait too long and give it change to fade away or explode again Nathan tried to launch it soon as possible. He looked at the target with one eye closed to help him aim and tried to mentally force the attack towards it.

The orb moved somewhat erratically simply the Seedot couldn't stand perfectly still which slightly changed with part of the target he was looking at, but it seemed to be mostly on track. In the end though he whiffed it as the ball of water went just barely past it.

Moves:
Bide
Health: Full health.
Status: Learning Hidden Power (Water-type)
Ability: Early Bird
Quest: To get his hands back and learn more about this world and how and why he got there.

[Assistant]
Lance
Moves:
-Scratch
-Hidden Power(Bug)
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-
Health: Full Health
Status: None
Ability: Defiant (Raises Attack when a stat is lowered)
Inventory: Empty
Quest:
-Find a way to get back home.
-Head to Stardust Village.

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 Lance awoke to the sound of wood being dropped into the fire. It took him a moment to remember where he was, but the brief moment of confusion quickly subsided. The others seemed to have woken up at this time, as well. As their breakfast was handed out, Lance noticed that it was significantly less than they'd received last night. Of course, it was understandable. They'd already said they were short on food.

 They had all headed outside soon enough, to a clearing with several targets set up around them. This new technique they were about to learn seemed simple enough. All they had to do was completely empty their mind, and she seemed to pull it off fairly easily. It quickly became apparent, though, that this was much more difficult than she made it look. Lance found that clearing his mind was much more difficult than it seemed. The more he failed, the more frustrated he'd become, which only made it more difficult. He had to take several breaks to calm himself, but eventually, he did manage something. A glowing green sphere appeared between his blades, and it made some kind of hum, almost like the buzzing of an insect. Lance was somewhat surprised at its sudden appearance, which, of course, caused it to disappear instantly.

 The second attempt was much easier, now that Lance had some idea of how to pull it off. He knew what to expect this time, so it didn't immediately dissipate, either. He took aim at one of the targets, though he wasn't entirely sure how to aim it. The orb flew, headed to a spot nowhere near where he was trying to aim. Though it just barely hit the outer ring of one of the targets, it wasn't the one Lance was aiming for. It was only through luck alone that he'd managed to hit the target at all. "It may be a while before I can effectively use this in combat. Still, thank you for teaching this to us. You said it would help with the ghosts, yes?" It was clear that he would need to practice more, though at least now he had some way of harming the ghosts.