[System]
Age: 15
Power: Materialization (Can create various physical objects.)
Appearance:

Bio: Leo was born under the Vladernhearth clan, a clan known for their multiple dojos across the world. He was born to be a fighter, whether it be hand to hand combat or some other form of combat. The parents kept young Leo's power a secret in fear that the other branches of the large family would come after him for experiments. However, one day his parents died in a plane crash leaving the boy alone. The parents left a note to the butler to take Leo to the orphanage if ever they die before he turned 18.

And so, when he was but 8 years old, he was sent to the orphanage. He was already told by his butler that he had to stay there because of his unnatural abilities and the butler was never seen again.

[User] Leo placed his hand back into the water. The smile on his face grew wider as he noticed that Selena was actually warming up to him. That was good. They all had to get along so there's not much drama in the orphanage. "The name's Leo. Nice to meet 'ya Selena. Oh and by the way, my power's materialization, can make anything that can be held by my hand like a sword or brush or something like that."

[Assistant]
North

"That must be pretty useful. Sounds pretty cool," she said.
She had made sure not to mention her power. His power sounded very fantastical, something that would make people stop for a second and exclaim in exxitement. Hers just made people scream and run away.

[User]
"Well, it ain't as fancy as the powers from other people. Those guys just makes you stop and say... 'Damn, I wish my power was like that.'" Leo admitted as he rubbed the back of his wet head. "My power's too user dependent. I mean, if I'm not strong, I wouldn't be able to use it effectively." He continued to explain.

"But enough about me. How about you? Care to share?" He asked. He always made it an objective to know about powers and to be honest, most were actually pretty open about it.

[Assistant]
North

Selena's mouth dried up when he asked her what her power was.
Why? Scared to tell him about me? Scared about what he'll do when he finds out? You should be. He'll hate you. Nearly as much as you hate yourself the voice whispered.
Selena shivered at those words, not realising she had started to hyperventilate as well.

[User] "Charlie we will figure out something for you but for now you may watch from the sidelines. Everyone else I want in the water."  The housekeeper called. She would not take no for an answer. Charles might have a valid reason for avoiding the pool but no one else did.

[Assistant] Leo's eyes widened as Selena started to hyperventilate. He started to panic. "H-Hey, what's wrong?" He asked. It was obvious that he didn't know exactly what to do. He didn't even know the reason. Was it because he said something wrong? Well, he only said one thing. "It's alright if you don't tell me anything, I swear. So please calm down." He continued, figuring that it might be the reason. If not, oh well...

[User]
North

Selena slowly caught her breath, her heartbeat finally becoming steadier.
"I'm sorry. I just get nervous talking to people about it," She said.
She let out a small sigh.
"I can shapeshift into a wolf. Unfortunately it has some... side effects," She said eventually, chewing her lip a little.

[Assistant] William nodded hearing the housekeeper taking a big happy sigh that she knew better than to risk him being in the water. he took a few steps away from the pool to give good distance incase of splashes, and sat down, watching the others leaning on his knee some with his hand propping his head.

[User] "Really you would help me? THANK YOU!!!" I said really excitedly and gave him a quick hug. As maggie woke up slightly looking around and the reaching her tiny little arms out to Jack. "I think maggie wants you to hold her Jack."

[Assistant] jumped back as he hugged her, "heh, no problem pheo-" he was cut off as he slipped and fell into the pool. jack instantly went mad as he used the shadow he casted to throw a hooked chain out of the water and into the floor(not to deep) he then threw himself out of the water and onto the side, his hands were giving off shadowy smoke as he struggled to calm down, the chain he used started to flicker and dim as it eventually dissipated, jacks breathing was heavy and fast, he was trying to calm down while doubled over on the floor

[User]
"Oh no, it's fine. I just got used to the fact that everyone was so open with their powers, I'm sorry for not being sensitive." Leo said, bowing his head as a form of apology. "A split personality you mean?" He asked. Shapeshifting seemed cool but from the way she acted, the side effect isn't just being dizzy...

There was a splash and Leo's attention was split. He looked at how Jack got angry and then desperately left the pool. In that instant, Leo thought that this guy just might be a cat or something, to have that hate in going into the water.

"Are you going to do something about that Ms. Smith? He seems adamant on staying out of the water?" He asked as he gestured to Jack.

[Assistant]
North

Selena stilled when he said that.
"How did you know?" She asked frantically, "Do the others know? What have you told them?"
And so it begins. Now one knows, the rest will follow. And what do you think will happen then? They'll band together and come after you. After all, everyones scared of the big bad wolf.

[User] "Can't I call it a hunch?" Leo asked, wondering why she was so frantic and so secretive about this split personality. Besides, her nervousness just proved that he was right. Although he seemed to ease into the water and leaned on the wall of the pool that was nearby. "It can't be too hard to deduce something like that you know, especially if you're used to seeing people with powers. But I am curious to why you're so secretive about it. But you're free to not answer that question if you feel uncomfortable in doing so."

[Assistant]
North

Selena shook her head quickly.
Go on. Tell him about me. Tell him about the voice in your head. Tell him how all the voice wants is for everyone to die. To be hunted down and slaughtered. Tell him everything about me. Tell him about...
"...Lena," She whispered, the voice letting out a howl at hearing her name.

[User] "Is that her name?" Leo asked. He then reached for Selena's head and patted it. "Well, you really don't have to tell me." He said with a smile.

[Assistant]
North

Selena nodded quietly, shaking just a little. On one hand, it was a relief to tell someone about her powers. On the other hand, she was worried about what would happen now.
"Please don't tell the others," she said nervously, "I don't want to think im a freak or something."
She did realise the irony of that statement considering where she was.

[User] "Of course. Whenever you're ready." Leo said with a sincere smile. "Although, telling it to Ms. Smith, the orphanage caretaker, would probably be for the best considering that she is the head and all." He pointed out. He didn't want her feeling nervous or scared and especially not like this, insecure about her power. "You know what? I'll help you control your power... Lena, I mean."

[Assistant]
@BookGirl1993
"Jack calm down. Alittle water wont hurt you. Stay in the shallows if you want. It isn't any deeper than a bathtub." Ms. Smith stormed over to the two not in the pool yet. She didn't have all day.

[User]
North

Selena shook her head.
"She can't be controlled. She's always there. Waiting for an opportunity. Waiting for me to slip up," she said, terror in her voice.
You're right, for once. And you will slip up. And when you do, everything you know and love will fall apart.

[Assistant] jacks hands finally stopped brimming with black smoke as he gave her a cold and dead stare"I have been a second away from drowning, since then I haven't even gone near water as deep"

[User] @KatherinWinter "Mrs. Smith I don't want to go in the water. I can't swim and sister is two small. So I won't go in the water and you should not force us to go in if we don't want to." I say picking up Maggie and grabbing a towel and walking over to Jack. "Here Jack so you can dry off." I said feeling sad that he nearly died one time and thats why he is afraid of water.

[Assistant] takes the towel phoenix handed him "thank you" he said as he sat up and dried off, "did you happen to see my hands give off any smoke?" he asked her

[User] "I did yes but you don't have to tell me if you don't want too jack" I said.

[Assistant] face darkened "its fine, if you wanna know just ask but forget you saw the smoke" he said meekly

[User] "I can do that jack if, you want to come back and sit with us we can move further away from the pool." Phoenix said.

[Assistant] "alright"he said as he got up, and proceeded to follow phoenix"if theres something you wanna know about...that, its okay to ask"

[User] "ok i am a little curious. what was the black smoke?" I asked as we moved back away from the pool some more and sat back down.

[Assistant] "if I'm in any sort of elevated mood, such as anxiety or fear, especially anger, my hands begin to give off black smoke, it ties in with m powers, darkness manipulation, when its fear, the room darkens, when its anger, I lose my mind, when its anxiety, I simply black out if it get high enough, I came here hoping to be rid of all of that, clearly I was wrong"

[User]
@Blizz
"I wouldn't challenge me Phoenix you won't like the results. Jack turn your power off before I do it for you. You will participate or leave. I don't have all day."  Ms. Smith snapped.

[Assistant] glared at her"do you think I'm in control of it? I might have had a leash around it for years but I cant control it fully" jack put a hand around his face, and took a deep breath"and so help me if you try to tur it off "for me", we'd be here until time stopped"

[User] @KatherinWinter "Please Mrs.Smith i don't want to go into the water at least not for a few more days please" I said moving closer to Jack with maggie in my arms, phoenix did not know why but she seemed to feel safe around Jack

[Assistant] @KatherinWinter"i am not going to do this all day, if you really want me in, fine, but its on you if the walls are peppered with shadows" he turned to phoenix and Maggie" I could make some sort of shadow-raft we could float on, but I'm not sure about her..."

[User] "That could work if possible." I said and looked at maggie. "Is there a play pen do you think i could have it here and place her in it or something."

[Assistant] "maybe I could make one out of darkness?, lets try it"

[User]
@Blizz
"I said in the water. Not on it. I will take Maggie if you don't want to hold her. But everyone I'd learning to swim. Those of you who know how start. Those of you that don't hold onto the side of the pool and kick your feet." the housekeeper said

[Assistant] now jack was strting to get annoyed "would you rather see the walls and everything that isn't nailed down torn to bits? cuz I am not setting foot in that water"

[User] @KatherinWinterI lean close to jack and whisper "man she is bossy" I whispered still wearing my shorts and t-shirt as i gave maggie to mrs smith hold as i moved from behind jack slowly to the water still not wanting to get in.

[Assistant] The housekeeper touched his arm. She smiled at him. "You should never ever challenge me. Do you know why I am in charge of this orphanage?" She said calmly. "It's because I have an ability of my own. I can turn off any ability you have temporarily. You wont have access to your powers for about.... an hour or so."

[User] jumped back "get.away.from.me."

[Assistant]
"Then let's work on trying to just keep her inside. And if she comes out, you can count on me to keep you in control. You know, in theory." He said before rubbing the back of his head with a small chuckle. He then looked at the others.

@Blizz

"I'd listen to her if I were you. If there's something I really fear, it's Ms. Smith." He said. He then shook his head. Why do these guys really hate the water? They're like some sort of cats or something.

[User]
North

Selena looked unsure about all of this. She didn't have control over Lena now, and she didn't think she would learn it in the future.
"If you say so," she said uncertainly, before reaching a hand out to shake his, "I'm not sure how well it will work, but I'll try."

[Assistant] "Glad to have you onboard Selena." Leo said with a smirk. "But wait... how long have you had this other side of yours?"


[System]
Aurora: 14
Halander: 13
Gabriel: 12
Feras: 12
Brutrumukk: 11
Zavakri: 11
Jub: 10
Tsak: 9

Passive Investigation

Aurora: 15
Jub: 12
Zavakri: 12
Gabriel: 12
Halander: 11
Tsak: 11
Brutrumukk: 10
Feras: 10

Passive Insight

Halander: 13
Aurora: 12
Jub: 12
Gabriel: 12
Feras: 12
Brutrumukk: 11
Zavakri: 11
Tsak: 9

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[User] [oops]

[Assistant]
Zavakri & Miizel
& The Dungeon Master

As Zavakri and Miizel make their way to the Hall of Illusions, they notice that the air around them seem brighter than before. The stars above them twinkle a little more so, and the people around them seem happier. When they reach the Hall of Illusions, they see that this large tent is painted with a mural of shifting images that show grinning faeries diving into pools of color. The helical stripes of the tent's pointed canopies rotate in spirals, and the whole display seems designed to befuddle onlookers.

Near the Hall of Illusions, there is a wooden mannequin of a grinning, raven-haired young woman in witch's attire and a green flowing cape hovers inside a glass cabinet. At the top of the cabinet, a sign reads "Tasha the Wizard—Known for Her Hideous Laughter."

Right now, a human witchlight hand stands near the entrance of the attraction with a ticket puncher ready.

Miizel approaches the witchlight hand and presents his ticket.

"I've been told that a certain bugbear was last seen here." Miizel casually mentions. "Was it inside the Hall or the general area around it?"

The Witchlight Hand tilts her head and she answers, clearly confused, "I'm...sorry? I'm a new Witchlight Hand, so I'm afraid I'm not sure what you're talking about. I'm just holding the fort here until Candlefoot comes back,"

She then asks, "Oh! Are you here for the Hall of Illusions? Well, step right up and I'll punch your tickets for the attraction!"

Zavakri frowns slightly. Then severely. And finally she tilts her head a bit.

"Do people truly enjoy...Illusions? I can't fathom it, honestly. Willingly allowing yourself to be deceived? That's so mind boggling, that'd be like leaving the kettle on to boil then starting a chore only to forget that you had the kettle on in the first place and having to run back across the house to get at it as it screams at you the whole time. I like my world to be the way it's supposed to be, thank you very much!"

She extends her ticket all the while, offering it to the attendant despite her diatribe.

"Candlefoot? New Witchlight Hand? This is all so very interesting- who's Candlefoot?"

The new Witchlight Hand tilts her head as she listens to Zavakri's biting words regarding illusions. She shrugs as she answers, "I mean...I guess it depends on the person? Plus, if you're told up front that you're about to see illusions, then is it really deception to begin with? In the kettle context, by informing fairgoers that they're going to see illusions, we'd be telling them to keep an eye on the kettle, right?"

She then shrugs at her own questions, her own mood cheerful despite Zavakri's words. The mood is too good for anyone to take offense.

The Witchlight Hand punches Miizel's and Zavakri's tickets as she answers, "Oh! Candlefoot is the mime. He was here earlier, but then he took off running when he got his voice back! No doubt to see Palasha,"

Miizel looks up at Zavakri with a puzzled expression, as if just now realizing that his companion is a little bit stuck up. He then turns back to the Witchlight Hand and says. "Bah, don't worry about it. Come on let's go."

As they enter he's going to say to Zavakri. "You don't have to think too much about the logic of a carnival attraction. Not everything needs to be philosophical."

As Miizel and Zavakri enter the Hall of Illusions, they see tall mirrors line the interior walls of the tent. The mirrors near the entrance reflect onlookers in their youth; the images grow steadily older, until the mirrors deep within the hall reflect onlookers in their twilight years.

Miizel begins to look distracted as he stares into the interior of the Hall of Illusions. His brows furrow in confusion, trying to make sense of the memories, or lack thereof. It seemed like the Hall held answers to questions he didn't know he had. Miizel begins to enter the Hall without waiting for Zavakri.

"It's not about the philosophy it's about-"

She watches, briefly surprised by Miizel's sudden departure. She raises a hand as if her solitary source of stability in this uncertain world were slipping away, then rushes herself along with him.

"I take it you're fond of illusions then." She chimes.

Miizel doesn't hear what Zavakri says and instead takes a step forward. Then another, and another, and before long he was winding down the Hall. Each step and turn had purpose in them, as if he knew this place like the back of his hand. It even surprised him.

As he passes by the mirrors, he could see a younger version of himself. Dozens upon dozens of reflections of a gnome child walking through these halls. He wasn't even looking at where he was going anymore, his focus was on the reflection of a childhood long gone.

Suddenly his feet came to an abrupt stop and looking forward he could see another mirror. Those around him still showed his younger self but the one in front was different. He couldn't quite make out what it is but that it tugged at something on the furthest reaches of his memory. His heart was pounding and a cold sweat began to form. Miizel took several deep breaths and slowly reached out to touch it.

As he slowly reaches out to touch it, the few seconds seem to pass agonizingly slow...

His heartbeat pounds louder and louder, his hand shakes more and more, until finally....!

...

...

His hand touches the mirror. It rests on the mirror surface. Nothing happened when Miizel touched the mirror.

Confusion overtakes the gnome's face as he puts his other hand against the mirror. He taps it a few times then begins looking around and behind it.

The mirror surface remains just as solid when he places the other hand on the mirror surface. Nothing happens when he taps the mirror. He doesn't see anything odd or out of the ordinary around or behind the mirror.

Miizel shakes his head and turns to look at Zavakri, an annoyed look on his face. "Sorry. I don't know what got into me. The moment we stepped into the Hall I felt something tugging at me. Pulling me forward and leading me…well…here." He turns to motion at the mirror he was just inspecting. "I've searched the mirror and the area around it but to no avail. Sorry for wasting your time."

Miizel shakes his head and turns to look at Zavakri, an annoyed look on his face. "Sorry. I don't know what got into me. The moment we stepped into the Hall I felt something tugging at me. Pulling me forward and leading me…well…here." He turns to motion at the mirror he was just inspecting. "I've searched the mirror and the area around it but to no avail. Sorry for wasting your time."

"Eh, what?" She blinks at him, severely distracted in her own right; this current mirror was annoyingly portraying her in all her teenaged glory... And it was not very flattering to her mind, what with her gangling limbs- and, drama!, how she needed to wash her hair more! She blinks several times before tearing her eyes away and looking to Miizel. She clears her throat, her mind digesting his words.

"Oh, nonsense there chum; this place has some kind of power over us all, I'm sure of it. Each of us given a free ticket is here for a reason, though mine is plain enough. I raced off to where I felt drawn to; you did as well. To reference our conversation with Feathreen and the perceptions of time...You didn't waste my time, we're all here trying to regain some time we lost long ago."

She smiles wanly and places a hand on her hip.

"Frankly, friend, I'm terrified to go much further down this hall of mirrors. I don't think I'm ready to see myself as a crone. I already suspect I'll be needing glasses 'fore long, I'd hate to have a visual to back up that probability. We can stay here and look around as long as you need though! I'm not going anywhere." she offered supportively.

"I appreciate that. I'm good now, I'm sure it'll come back to me as we travel the carnival." He gives her a smile and puts his hands on his hips. "Well, I suppose we should get going then."

As Miizel and Zavakri head out of the Hall of Illusions, they hear the joyful sounds of the crowd bustling about outside. The carnival outside of this Hall seems to have become a much more welcoming place compared to this Hall...

When they reach the outside, they see that a lot of the customers are heading for the Big Top! The next event is apparently taking place there.

Within the hall, something lurks in the shadows, watching them leave before it vanishes.

[User]
Witchlight Carnival
The Fourth Hour

The Big Top Extravaganza

As the three pairs of adventurers head for the Big Top, they notice that the Calliope seems to be giving a happier tune than when they first came in here, and everyone seems to be in a brighter mood. They also notice that the stars twinkle even brighter above the carnival. There are even some shooting stars, giving a spectacular show if one decides to look up.

These adventurers are all heading to the same destination: The Big Top

The roof of this tent reaches toward the night sky in three swooping peaks topped with spinning gold stars. Painted wooden panels on the tent walls whirl with colorful motion, displaying vibrant circus performances. The sound of music and laughter drifts out through the canvas door.

They enter to see a lot of fairgoers also arrived to see the Big Top Extravaganza. Unfortunately, this also meant that there are fewer seats.

As fate would have it: There are 6 seats in a row that are left open for them to take. The adventurers would easily notice each other as they take those seats.

For one of the Witchlight Hands...this is the beginning of her shift, and of all things to start with, it has to be the Big Top Extravaganza.


[System]
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Age: 64 (appears 18)
Melee Weapon of Choice: Rapier
Ranged Weapon of Choice: Long Bow
Appearance:
Bio: Vadrua has always admired the Dragon Riders having grown up around Arya who is one of her greatest heroes in their world. She always wanted to have that strength and grace and so she trained with her sword and bow as well as riding though not on a dragon, unfortunately. She was ecstatic when she was given the chance to head to the Stronghold and hopefully be chosen by a Dragon.
Dragon's Name: Alnea
Dragon's Appearance:
Other: Also trained to use a Glaive.

[User]
Hybrid

Allisa was in the middle of eating when another person came and sat down with his dragon. She finished chewing as she looked him over. She could tell that if the human and dwarf knew him that he should be fine, but you could never truly know a person from a glance. She learned that the hard way when people would burn her on a bad deal. "I am Allisa." She said to the human male as she handed a piece of food to Reonia. "This is Reonia." She said as the dragon ate the food and she took a sip from her wine.

[Assistant]
@Chronos Hybrid@Azure Flame
While they were all stuffing thier faces, both with information and food, Athelle noticed that Eli had taken a seat. "Hi," Athelle said, waving. She stroked her dragon, which was eating more than she was, which, admittedly, was not a lot. Wine appeared in front of them, and her plate disappeared the second she finished the meager serving she had given herself. "Oh! I almost forgot to tell you. This is my dragon, Aethor!"

[User]
"Hi," Athelle said, waving.

Eli wave back then went back to his dragon who was eating everything in sight. Helix was bigger than the other dragon he has seen and he had a huge appetite. He wonders if a baby dragon was supposed to eat this much, Helix was eating as much as Tormir which was a lot. Eli stood up abruptly and grab Helix when he tried to walk across the table toward more food.

"Don't wander off," Eli told Helix who was squirming in his hand trying to break free from his grasp. Eli pulled over a plate of meat and set Helix next to it. He immediately started devouring the whole thing.

"Oh! I almost forgot to tell you. This is my dragon, Aethor!" Eli heard Athelle said. He looks over in her direction and the shining black dragon that she was holding.

"Oh right I forgot to tell you congratulation on hatching a dragon," Eli said, "well this is my dragon his name is Helix".

[Assistant]
Hybrid
"Nice," Athelle exclaimed. "I love the name! Wow, he's beautiful." She turns around only to see Aethor joining Helix in his feast! She shakes her head and laughs.

[User]
@Chronos Hybrid@Azure Flame

Alissa looked around the table at all her fellow dragon riders in training and looked at all the different types of dragons as well. If they learned how to work with one another they would all make a great team. "Yes your dragon sure is eating quite a bit." She said to Eli as she handed more food for her dragon. "So Tomir where did you train before coming here?" She asked curiously tk try to know more about her friends.

[Assistant] Vadrua smiled at the others absentmindedly stroking the scales on her white dragon. Alnea. The name came to her in a moment of clarity.  That's what I'll call you. Alnea.  she thought to herself as she watched the others with their dragons.  We are the next generation the next order.

[User] "With mine father Hort, and grandfather King Orik." he said, after downing his mead. "They taught me everything there was to know about being a knurlan warrior. Mine father even gave me this axe as a gift of good luck for coming here." As he said that last bit, he took the axe off his back and showed them his father's handiwork. "We dwarves of Durgrimst Ingeitum pride ourselves in our smithwork, and mine father is one of the best!" On either side of the blade the crest of Durgrimst Ingeitum could be seen carved into the metal itself.

[Assistant]
Flame@Chronos Hybrid@Arya10108909

Allisa smiled as she heard the dwarf's story. "Wow. I can't imagine how amazing that would have been to train with your family. My family perished in a robbery when I was very young and was on my own ever since." She said as she took a bite of bread and swallowed it. "I bet your training was quite valuable and vigorous. Mine was learning magic on my own and survival skills." She said as she gave a piece to Reonia.

[User]
"Tis a shame, but yes it was tough but I wouldn't trade it for anything." he said. Eventually, once they had all eaten their fill, a man who appeared neither human, nor elf strode into the hall followed by a dragon whose scales glowed a deep sapphire.

"Welcome new Riders to Dras Shur'tugal and congradulations on having a dragon hatch for you!" the man said. "As you may know, I am Eragon Shadeslayer, son of Brom, and this is Saphira." Saphira roared her greeting. "Starting tomorrow you will begin your lessons, starting on the training field with weapons training. There will be lessons for both melee and ranged weapons, as well as lessons in magical combat. You will then head back inside where you will have lessons in the history of Alagaesia, as well as in the Ancient Language and proper use of magic. You'll also learn how to properly care for your dragon and, once they are big enough to ride, learn how to saddle and ride your dragons, and even fight atop them. However, tonight you will be taken to your rooms and rest. We have special halls for all races so they may feel at home. So rest, for you have a busy day!"

With that, Eragon and Saphira exited and members of the various races took groups of their own races to their halls, where they were shown their rooms, with the exception of Allisa and Athelle, who were taken to the halls of those they lived with. Humans, and Allisa, were taken to a hall where all the rooms were set up like traditional human houses, made of wood with all the needed furnishings. Elves, and Athelle, were taken to a hall where all the rooms were made from hollowed out trees, much in the style of Ellesmera. The dwarves were taken to a hall where all the rooms were surrounded by stone and made in the style of Tronjheim.

Tormir arrived in his room and packed what little belongings he had, testing his bed. While their dragons were still small, they would stay with their Riders. Once they had grown bigger, they would be taken to a special keep for the dragons to sleep.

[Assistant]
Hybrid

Allisa was told to head to the humans quarters since they knew she would be the most comfortable there. She may have been an elf but she was raised with human gypsies and stayed near human villages in the woods and mountains. She looked over as Eli was being brought along towards the same hall. Allisa had Reonia in her arms and he latched on with his claws onto her shirt. "Wow..this place is almost too fancy." She said looking around when they made it inside the quarters.

[User]
Eli arrives at his room which was spacious, well furnished and so much better than his home back at the village. He started unpacking his stuff which wasn't much just essential. when he was done with the first bag he took off his armor than collapse on the bed with Helix who was sleeping off all the food he ate at the feast. He wasn't done unpacking he still had his other bags with all of his weapons in it. He sigh than got up grabs his other bag and places on the table then started to unpack all of his weapon placing the, neatly on the table, six daggers, two short swords, and two katanas. Now that he thought about it this might be too much, all he really needed to take out any opponent was his katanas.

"Oh well to late now" He though out loud. He got everything unpack and there was much else to do until tomorrow so he just sat down and started to clean his armor.

[Assistant]
Athelle got to her room, opening the door and smiling at the interior. The cot was perfect. She actually hated sleeping on anything but a cot or the floor. If the surface was too soft, she'd have an issue falling sleep. She unpacked, pulling out her greatsword. When all of her clothing was in her drawers, she took out her oiling rag and fell into the rhythm of cleaning her blade.
Flame

[User] Allisa grabbed her bags before they headed to the dorms, even though she did not have very much at all. All she really had was her crossbow, her sword, and her survival gear that she brought to make it here. She never really need anything more then that. She grabbed one of her shirts from her bag and made a small nest before placing Reonia on top of it. This will have to do for now until I gather some supplies. She thought to Reonia as he nodded happily.

[Assistant] Vardua stared in awe and Eragon and Saphira. She could hardly think about what he was saying until he mentioned their quarters. She hadn't even thought about where they would sleep. After his speech, Vadrua scooped up Alnea and walked down the way to her room where she unpacked and curled up on the small bed. Alnea explored and after seeming like she liked what she saw leaped up onto the bed with Vadrua and curled up beside her where the pair fell asleep in comfort

[User] Tormir curled up into his new bed, Lila curled up next to him, as they both fell asleep.

[Assistant] Athelle felt herself nodding off. She gently set down her blade and curled up next to Aetnor, who was purring like a cat. She laughed wealky and passed out.

[User]
The next day they were woken by messengers telling them it was time for breakfast and that afterwards they would be lead to the training field where they would begin their first combat lessons.

Tormir yawned and stretched himself, picking up Lila and heading to the dining hall, where he grabbed himself some breakfast and mead and began to eat, getting a pile of meat for his tiny purple dragon.

[Assistant] Athelle groaned and rolled out of bed. Aethor happily plodded behind her as went down to breakfast, waving to Tormir and sitting down beside him. She made a small plate of meat for Aethor, and grabbed breakfast. "Hi, Tormir. How are you," Athelle asked tiredly.

[User]
Allisa

Allisa had quickly fallen asleep soon after she had laid down on the bed. She had never actually slept in a real bed except when she was in a clinic one time when she was very sick. She had forgotten how comfortable they were compared to the floor of the earth or the floor of an abandoned shed when need be. Maybe civilization was better then it was in the past. Maybe this is her shot at a normal life. She thought to herself as she sat up out of bed. She looked over to see Reonia yawning and stretching too. "There's my best friend." She said as she got dressed in her battle gear which was leather armor over her legs and torso and a red cloak with her hood down. She normally would wear it up but she knew that she did no have to hide who she was. She picked up Reonia having her rest on her shoulder with his talons and she walked towards the dinning hall. She saw that her new friends had arrived. "Good morning everyone." She said as she sat down placing her dragon next to her. She looked to see so much food that she did not know where to start.

[Assistant] "Good morning!" Tormir said, stopping his feasting to greet them. "I'm doing fine Athelle, you?"

[User] Athelle smiled. "Very well. Are you excited to start training?" She stroked Aethor, who nudged her hand for more. "Oh, hi! Good morning! How are you, Allisa?"

[Assistant] "Aye! I'm ready to show you lot what a dwarf can do with an axe!" he said, chuckling as he chased his food down with more mead.

[User]
Eli didn't get much sleep that night. He was in a strange place and it made him feel uncomfortable. When morning came a messenger told him that it was time for breakfast and after they will start their training. Eli picked up Helix, who was still asleep and they both went to breakfast.

"Good morning everyone" Eli said walking into the room and taking a seat at the table. Once he had taken a seat Helix immediately woke up and looked at the food. Eli could sense that he was hungry so he gather a pile of meat and let Helix had at it.

[Assistant] "Hey," Athelle called. "Morning! How are you, Eli?" She smiled down at his dragon. "Hi, Helix." Athelle quickly devoured the rest of her brekfast, returning her plate.

[User] "Aye, tis a good morning indeed!" Tormir said, raising his mug to the elf who just joined them.

[Assistant]
Vadrua awoke with a start not really recognizing the pattern in the roof of her room only to hear a disgruntled snort. Alnea looked up at her and Vadrua just smiled.
"Guess that'll teach you not to lay on my chest while I sleep." she said smiling and caressing the dragons head. With a smile, she moved the dragon and got herself ready for any training they would be doing before offering her arm to Alnea who promptly climbed up onto her shoulders loosely wrapping her tail around her arm. Smiling to the group she approached and sat amongst them with a grin.
"Good morning my fellow Riders in Training," she said smiling as she handed Alnea small chunks of pork that she had gotten for her.


[System]
Appearance:

Apparent Age: Young Adult

Gender: Female

Nation: Gardo

Class: Lord

Weapon Mastery: Sword E

Level: 1

Background:
Living the life of royalty was always filled with pleasures and luxuries that so few could experience. The "silver spoon" that Reina had when growing up as the daughter of the Emperor of Grado meant that there was nary a moment where she experienced hardship. Still, it was either due to the monster's, tradition, or maybe just her father's whim but Reina was exposed to a rougher education in her teenage years. Riding, tactics, combat skills and many other subjects became the core the royal daughter's instruction. It was a drastic change from Reina's earlier life that for first years, she complained and held silent protests against her father's mandated practice (with her greatest record of not talking to her father lasting six months!). She hated the hardship that it brought on and couldn't understand why she had to. In fact, it wasn't until the very day Jehanna ambitiously came knocking that Reina understood and she hated the thought of where this situation was leading.

Plot-Susceptive: Yes

Personality
It may be difficult for some to some to find an amount of patience for Reina. There is an air of childishness about her. She is noted as stubborn for getting her way and sometimes insensitive to those around her. Often times, people mistake her for being selfish but truthfully, she tries her best to make conscious attempts at being selfless. It is just that her experiences growing up have distorted her view on reality slightly. In time, she'll understand the importance of service to others and the significance of her comrades (as she will be wholly disapproving of her father's unwillingness to leave the throne room with her, leaving his guards to distract Sion.).

Equipment and Items:
* Précieuse (Unique Rapier)
* Vulnerary

Ability Assessment:
Eyra prefers a fast and light approach in terms of combat. She's small, agile, and even acrobatic capable of performing complex and surprising feats of agility. Her advantage can also be a disadvantage and while her quick moves allow for higher chances of evasion, she can be prone to being knocked off balance or injury if she is not careful in a duel. Speed+, Defense-

Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other:
Ever since becoming comfortable with the idea of being a combatant in her teenage years, Reina really admires the Paladin Queen of Renais. Although hardened by her training, Reina still wants a Royal Wedding.

R-button Summarization:
The princess of Gardo. Appreciates the finer things in life.

Isolde= ~

[User]
Isolde

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Kergin swiftly carried his rider down the stairs towards the prison, Isolde holding lightly to the reins as he lumbered down the stairs behind the others. It wasn't a long trek, but soon their progress was halted. Confronted by an obvious enemy, Kergin growled lowly in their direction as Aldo made the situation apparent. Double checking with the shiny new magic stone she had been given, it was easy to tell what was going on.

"Eep!" Before Isolde could really gain a handle on the situation, it seemed Kergin made the decision for her. "Welp, here we go!~" She laughed in a cheery manner. The large Wyvern roared loudly, flapping his powerful wings and leaping into the air, over Titiana and landing with a heavy thud in front of her. The Wyvern barreled towards the group of soldiers, having only a little trouble turning at a sharp angle at a high speed as Isolde directed Kergin towards the lancer in the back.

Kergin didn't even halt in front of the Lancer, instead choosing to ram the knight with his head, not particularly caring for any damage he might take in the process. As soon as Kergin rammed the knight, Isolde would raise her Halberd, bringing it down in a swift, vicious vertical arc.

[Assistant]
Titania

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Titania came down the stairs only to see the passage they were to escape through already had enemies in it. Rather than gasping in surprise, the sound Titania let out was more of a growl, only enhanced by the fact that she could see a Grado Knight under attack. Titania moved towards the knight just as the whoosh of wingbeats came overhead, it seemed Isolode had the same idea, that action was to be taken. Titania ran ahead, wasting no time in switching to her more powerful Mend staff, when lives were on the line there was no time to be stingy. She aimed to get behind the knight as quickly as possible and heal any wounds they had/were about to take. "Stay strong!" she shouted to the surrounded knight, pleased to see Isolode immediately move to help by flanking the opposing forces, hopefully the others of their small group would be so action-minded.

[User] Reina pushed through whatever she was feeling as she came down to the stairs. Apparently things were far worse than what she could imagine as she saw enemies crowd around a lone Grado knight. "They're down here, too? E-everyone get ready!" Reina shouted as she stepped around the pillar. With this being her first combat encounter, she was surprised at just how automatic her motions were. It felt like she wasn't in control as she charged forward, recognizing the axe user and deciding to engage him, not entirely realizing it was for the weapon advantage. As she approached, she slid forward on her boots across the stone floor, keeping low as she suddenly thrusted her rapier's end forward into the center mass of the fighter!


[System]
Sex
Male

Age
35

Race
Elf

History
Arin was born into the House of Astastel, a prestigious yet mysterious family whose influence can be felt in virtually every part of the civilized world. Although they are not officially recognized as a noble House, members of the Astastel House are accustomed to a life of luxury and being treated with the uttermost respect. There are many speculations on how the Astastel House came to gain such power, but no one knows the truth: not even their own members truly know the answer.

There are only three things people know with absolute certainty. First, unless you are born a von Astastel, you either marry into or are adopted by the House. Never the other way around. Never. Second, those who claim to be a von Astastel are a von Astastel. Finally, the House of Astastel has become increasingly interested in collecting magical items and investigating places associated with magic these past few generations.

Other
* In general, something about Arin rings false.
* Arin seems to have an aptitude for magic, but non-family members have only seen him use it for minor things such as creating light or detecting magic. He does, however, practice alchemy and abjuration magic.
* Arin is by no means a specialist in combat: he can protect himself well enough against the common thug, but that is about the extent of his combat skills. He is much better at dodging attacks and escaping from dangerous situations than being an active participant of one.
* Arin's strengths lie in academia and investigation.

[User]
Elra Silverfang
Day of the Selection
Location: Eastormel Castle, Ironkeep, Ovyadell

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Elra said, "Horses don't like me much. So, I'd be willing to fly with you if that would be okay." The wolf in her did not like the thought, but she did not like the thought of the horse wanting to throw her.

[Assistant]
Ernestus Greye

"I'm not one for flying, and i'll be honest, i've never ridden a horse before. I have mostly walked." Ernestus said feeling a bit awkward, "But i'll try riding nonetheless." he then said.

He pondered for the moment on whether he could outrun a horse if they'd happen to go down the road of a forest, if he allowed himself to fully transform, but such a thought should remain such. I doubt they would be happy finding out about me. he thought to himself.

[User]
Arin's patience was wearing thinner by the second. Waste of time? The only person wasting his time was the princess. Who was she to tell him how to do his job? No proper investigation has ever been done, and never will be done, by not looking. Why was he even summoned here in the first place if not to investigate?

Slowly, but surely, the letter in his pocket became something unpleasant and hard to ignore. Reminding him of what happened to bad little Astastels who failed to uphold a deal made in the House's name. The thought sent shivers down the elf's back.

You just had to make life harder for me, did you? Reluctantly, but no less annoyed, Arin focused on gathering arcane energy to one focal point. When just the right amount accumulated, he cast two spells in quick succession.

Sensing something amiss, the guards rushed forward to defend their princess, ready to cut down the foolish elf who dared to ambush a member of the royal blood. Arin, unfazed, raised his hands in the air and waited for them to settle down. They anticipated for an attack that never came. When nothing happened a few more seconds later, the soldiers relaxed a bit.

"V pnfg n fcryy gung rapelcgf jung jr fnl. Ab bar urer rkprcg sbe lbh naq V pna haqrefgnaq jung jr ner fnlvat. V oryvrir guvf jvyy znxr vg rnfvre sbe lbh gb nafjre… jung V cerfhzr gb or qvssvphyg dhrfgvbaf," Arin bowed dramatically and added, "Ynql." The guards looked at each other in confusion, before aiming their confused expression at their mistress.

The elf straightened up and began to peruse the study. Examining whatever he got his hands on, squeezing past others when he needed to, in order to find the thing that he requested earlier from the princess. Seeing that she never said no ---she in fact, never spoke about it---, Arin decided that it was a yes. As he did, he spoke in an even tone.

"Gb ortva, V zhfg cbvag bhg gung V unir orra fhzzbarq urer gb qb n irel fcrpvsvp wbo. N wbo juvpu lbh ner npgviryl trggvat va gur jnl bs zr qbvat. Gb vairfgvtngr vf gb pneel bhg n flfgrzngvp be sbezny vadhvel gb qvfpbire naq rknzvar gur snpgf pbapreavat jungrire gur fhowrpg vf, va guvf pnfr, n frevrf bs gursgf. Guvf vf qbar gb rfgnoyvfu gur gehgu. Ceriragvat hf gb vafcrpg gur fprar bs gur pevzr, cevaprff, vf gur rdhvinyrag bs gelvat gb qrgrezvar gur pnhfr bs qrngu bs fbzrbar jvgubhg gurve obql; tb ubefr evqvat jvgubhg gur ubefr; n grn cnegl jvgubhg grn. Be jungrire nanybtl lbh cersre. Gur cbvag vf: lbh ner ceriragvat hf sebz qbvat n gubebhtu vairfgvtngvba. Lbh... qb haqrefgnaq ubj fgenatr lbhe vafvfgrapr gung jr qb abg qb bhe wbo pbzrf bss nf, lrf? Znxrf lbh ybbx qhovbhf." Arin closed the book he was skimming through and slid it between his underarm.

"Qb lbh xabj jung unccraf gb pbzzbaref jub qb abg yvir hc gb n fbirervta'f rkcrpgngvbaf, cevaprff? Jung lbh znl trg n fync ba gur jevfg sbe, pbzzbaref ner rkrphgrq sbe. Vg vf abg haurneq bs va bgure xvatqbzf naq gurer vf abguvat lbh pna fnl gung jvyy pbaivapr zr gung lbhe snzvyl qb abg unir gur fnzr grzcrenzrag. Fb vs lbh ner gelvat gb znxr hf gnxr cneg va fbzr xvaq bs rynobengr ehanjnl, cyrnfr, qb vg ba lbhe bja gvzr." Arin turned to Rynn, giving his undivided attention. "Vs lbh ner frevbhf nobhg jung lbh fnvq, ubjrire, gura cyrnfr fgbc jnfgvat bhe gvzr naq tvir zr fgenvtug nafjref gb zl dhrfgvbaf. V arrq snpgf."

The elf stared straight into Rynn's eyes, "Jul qb lbh abg jnag hf gb vairfgvtngr gur inhyg?."
"Vs lbh zhfg xabj, jr qba'g shyyl gehfg lbh nyy. Ng yrnfg, abg rabhtu gb yrg lbh nebhaq gur inhygf."
"Nf tbbq nf nal ernfba, V fhccbfr."

The guards expressed shock when they heard the princess speak. It didn't take them long to figure out what or who caused it. Their bodies tensed once again, ready to attack as soon as their mistress would allow it. Fortunately for the elf, the Lady didn't.

"Qvq lbh yvr gb hf ng nal cbvag?"
"V unir abg yvrq gb lbh, ohg V frr ab arrq va nafjrevat evqvphybhf dhrfgvbaf."
"Yrg zr fnl vg vf sbe gur fnzr ernfba lbh qb abg jnag hf gb tb vagb gur inhygf, ohg V qvterff. Ner lbh vaibyirq va gur gursg bs gur qnttre?"
"Ab. Lbh jbhyqa'g or urer vs V unq orra."
"Jbhyq V abg? Orvat cneg bs n eblny snzvyl jbhyq znxr vg irel rnfl gb uvqr va gur bcra. Abar bs lbhe fhowrpgf jbhyq qner, ng yrnfg bcrayl, fhfcrpg gurve cevaprff."

For the first time since he cast the spells, the elf's voice took a softer tone, "Vf lbhe yvsr va qnatre?"

"V unir fcrag zl yvsr genvavat, orpbzvat gur orfg jneevbe V pna or. V yvxr gb guvax gung vs zl yvsr jrer va qnatre, V jbhyq or noyr gb unaqyr vg zlfrys."

Arin seemed to contemplate something before pulling out the letter that was safely tucked away in his pocket. There was nothing extraordinary about the paper minus the insignia of two intertwined wyverns on it, "Qb lbh xabj, rknpgyl, jub erdhrfgrq nffvfgnapr sebz Ubhfr Nfgnfgry? Jub neenatrq n qrny jvgu... 'hf'?"

"Ab, V qba'g. V jbhyq nffhzr zl sngure, vs abg ol uvf bja unaq."

Satisfied with the answers, Arin finally took his gaze off of Rynn and returned the letter into his pocket, "Gunax lbh sbe lbhe ubarfgl, Ynql Elaa." He bowed slightly before resuming what he was previously doing, "V qb erfcrpg lbhe pnhgvbhfarff ba gur znggre, ohg 'gehfg' vf n gjb-jnl fgerrg, Ynql Elaa. Abar bs hf urer gehfg lbh rvgure. Lbhe eblny gvgyr nybar pnaabg jva bhe gehfg. Guvf vf, ng gur raq bs gur qnl, n ohfvarff. N zbqvphz bs gehfg zhfg or tvira sbe rirelbar gb cresbez gurve tvira qhgl. N fbpvrgl whfg jbhyq abg shapgvba cebcreyl vs rirelbar vf cnenabvq. Jung vs gur onxre cbvfbarq gurve ybnirf bs oernq? Jung vs gur crbcyr jub znqr gur ebnqf znqr fher vg yrq gb bhe qrnguf? Rgprgren, rgprgren. Vg vf arire-raqvat naq hygvzngryl n cbvagyrff raqrnibe. Ynql Elaa, V nz abg gryyvat lbh gb gehfg hf jubyrurnegrqyl, gung vf hajvfr rira nzbat sevraqf, ohg nyybj zr gb qb jung V jnf uverq gb qb. Gb vairfgvtngr gur gursgf." Arin pointed at his pocket without looking away from the book in his other hand, "Guvf yrggre vf zber ovaqvat guna lbh pna rire vzntvar."

Arin added another book between his underarm, "Qhr gb gur angher bs guvf pbagenpg, V jvyy raq hc ragrevat gur inhygf ertneqyrff bs ubj zhpu lbh gehfg zr. Zvaq lbh, guvf vf abg n guerng, vg vf cneg bs gur Ubhfrf' erjneq sbe urycvat: gb fghql gur zntvpny vgrzf lbhe snzvyl cbffrffrf naq obeebj vg, ohl vg vs jr zhfg, qrcraqvat ba vgf zntvpny cebcregvrf. V crefbanyyl jnagrq gb rknzvar gur inhygf gb frr vs zntvp jnf rira hfrq gb oernx vagb gurz. Vs gur inhygf qb fgber n terng ahzore bs zntvpny vgrzf, V pna bayl nffhzr gung gur inhygf ner rdhnyyl zntvpny be nagv-zntvpny. Gung vf nyy vtabevat gur cbffvovyvgl gung gurer ner frperg cnffntrf gung bayl n unaqshy bs crbcyr fubhyq xabj nobhg. Gb or noyr gb pvephzirag nyy gung erdhverf fcrpvsvp xabjyrqtr naq erfbheprf. Guvatf gung V jvyy abg or noyr gb svaq gur fcrpvsvpf bs orpnhfr V pnaabg rknzvar gur inhygf."

Arin walked back to his original position, "Fb jura lbhe sngure nfxf zr ubj gur guvrs tbg va, naq jr svaq bhg abguvat va gur Haqretebhaq, V nz cbvagvat zl svatre ng lbh." He shrugged, "Ubcrshyyl orsber gung unccraf lbh jvyy erpbafvqre naq nyybj zr gb rknzvar gur inhygf… ohg ol gura V srne gurer jvyy or yvggyr gb ab genprf bs gur crecrgengbe'f zntvp yrsg gb qrgrpg. Whfg xrrc gung va zvaq."

Arin snapped his fingers, dispelling whatever it was that he cast. "Well then, I suppose I should go get my bags. Long way ahead and all that." He then took the two history books between his underarm and showed the cover to the princess and her guards. "I am also going to borrow these."


[System]
Alias: The Warden, the Watcher, the Great Spirit

Gender: None

Domains/Portfolios: Life (Spirit)

Domains/Portfolio Description: As a god of Life, Escre can bring things to life, be they other gods' creations waiting for a spark, or injecting life into objects. While most gods can create life, Escre can do so far more quickly and in greater quantity. Its own body is made up of living armor and cloth, with a living weapon to boot. The only limit on Escre's ability to give life is its own creativity, which working with other gods to make sentient beings helps override.

As a Life god of Spirit, Escre can control spirits, pulling them out of living to store in its lantern. It can also modify spirits, which exerts an effect on their bodies as well. Consuming spirits effectively erases them from existence, and is seen as an ultimate punishment. By looking at spirits, Escre can understand them in the same way disassembling a motor to look at the component parts can help with understanding the whole. Looking at spirit can reveal if its holder is lying, and what the holder's capabilities are Though it cannot manipulate or erase the spirits of gods, it can better understand their abilities and honesty by looking at their own divine spirits.

Alignment: True neutral, though it can fluctuate greatly

Personality: Escre doesn't concern itself with ordinary emotion. Pride, goodness, evil, sin, righteousness, justice—none of it makes the typical mark on this being's persona. Only three things pique its interest: balance, knowledge, and karma. Escre is interested in learning about living things, about the variety of forms they take and actions they perform, and what shapes their spirits. It may perform acts of benevolence of malevolence on a whim, all for the sake of understanding. It is secretive in nature even as gods go, seldom even interacting with its fellow deities unless its cooperation is requested to bring to life new and fascinating things. Seemingly at random, Escre might bring down havoc and destruction upon someone for a small grievance, or let it and its domain sink to the brink of oblivion in a fit of indolence. Overall, Escre cares little for the machinations of the other gods.

When it comes to dealing with mortals, the beings that intrigue Escre the most with their culture and behavior, Escre can be unswervingly dedicated. It makes sure, through its careful observation, that no mortal rises to the level of the gods, but can also rise to defend the mortals should some wayward god let his or her emotions get the better of them and incite a tantrum of destruction. The followers of Escre are among the few things this god seemingly takes pleasure in, and will listen whenever one calls its name. Escre does not bind itself with notions of morality. Escre's creations, in particular, receive the Warden's favor, and is most jealously protective of them.

Appearance: Escre's most common form is a misshapen specter, half in armor and half in ghostly rags, holding a lantern abuzz with hundreds of tiny pinpoints of light in one hand, and a scythe in the other. If Escre wishes to walk the earth, he appears as a cloaked, hatted man with long, stringy hair, a grim, pale countenance, and soft features.

Musical Theme: Lifegiver and Nightwalker

Description: As the Great Spirit, Escre is enigmatic and fleeting, tough to get a grasp of physically and even harder mentally. Its strange relations to the concepts of emotion and intelligence make it often seem terrifying and, to some, the most pure form of evil, but Escre is capable of great benevolence as well. Its lack of patience for arrogance, cunning, and self-importance make some see it as an equalizer of sorts, and indeed Escre does endeavor to keep the world balanced, and to exact karma on those who have in one way or another earned it, but beneath it all lies an agenda that only one being knows.

[User]
Astarte, Goddess of Magic.
- Astarte tells Sauranath to relax

Astarte merely stared at Sauranath as he appeared. She stayed immobile, not out of fear but surprise and annoyance. Sauranath really believed he was the owner of all dragons, didn't he? Astarte thought. As he surrounded Astarte with a ridiculous but somewhat threatening movement, she shrugged.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Saury, you saw me once before when discussing the Orabil mess." She whispered to herself.

Then, after baring his fangs, he breathed fire on her... Through his nostrils. For a moment she felt like laughing, but instead she casted a barrier in front of her. The barrier kept the fire from reaching her. As he finished, Astarte resumed staring at him. She frowned, and just as she opened her mouth to speak, Vestec appeared. A wave of relief washed over her, and she smiled.

Vestec spoke to Sauranath and explained the situation, though Astarte felt she had to reassert herself, as defending herself from Sauranath by standing behind Vestec's words felt unnatural.

"Yes, this dragon's mine, Sauranath. Everything Vestec says is true..." She then looked at Vestec, then at Lizzy, and finally at Sauranath again, a defiant look on her face. "You ought to relax. I'm doing nothing wrong."

[Assistant]
Sauranath
Sauranath bared his fangs. . . "Why are you continually doing these atrocities? These are not toys. These are people. As the stars suffer, the world dims away. Be careful that you do not blow out the stars, lest you find yourselves all in darkness. The Cimex, the Humans, they are mortals of a great order. . . Why do you all not content yourselves with your own making?'
"Ah, well. . . if you really believe that the dragon is your "gift", in the same way that everything that isn't yours is your "gift", I release him from this world into the Stars above". The dragon mysteriously vanished, it's essence gathered into the stars above, making it impossible to know where the dragon actually went. Sauranath gritted his teeth. "If you think I was breathing fire on you, you're a little vain. I hadn't began to show you what I can actually do if I so choose. So, you devious little Humanoid monster woman, I've learned much from my time on the world down below. Please consider what your continued deception and destructive ways can do to your own self by reparation before you continue through the way of darkness".

The Arch Dragon Lord looked to both of the creatures. "Vestec, this isn't the way to speak to one of those between us, the old ones who were made from after the Pre-Existent places of time. Now, for all of you, I am returning to the great above".

[User]
Turn 7

Turn 7 god Might:

Vowzra - Level 5 - 14 Might - 0 Might 3 Free Points Carried from Previous Turn, 6 Might from Orabil - 4 Free Points

Arguis - Level 4 - 23 Might - 16 Might 2 Free Points Carried from Previous Turn - 3 Free Point

Vestec - Level 5 - 9 Might - 1 Might 2 Free Points Carried from Previous Turn - 3 Free Points

Astarte - Level 5 - 20 Might - 12 Might 3 Free Points Carried from Previous Turn - 4 Free Points

Sveiand - Level 4 - 16 Might - 9 Might 3 Free Points Carried from Previous Turn - 4 Free Points

Undasis - Level 4 - 20 Might - 10 Might 2 Free Points Carried from Previous Turn, 3 Might from Holy Cove - 3 Free Points

Ferghus - Level 5 - 14 Might - 6 Might 3 Free Points Carried from Previous Turn - 4 Free Points

Sauranath - Level 5 - -2 Might - -10 Might -4 Free Points Carried from Previous Turn - -3 Free Points

Escre - Level 5 - 19 Might - 10 Might 2 Free Points Carried from Previous Turn, 1 Might from Astral Home - 3 Free Points

Turn 7 Demigod Might:

Roxan - Level 1 - 8 Might - 4 Might Carried from Previous Turn

Ialu - Level 3 - 9 Might - 0 Might Carried from Previous Turn, 3 Might from 3000 Worshippers

[Assistant]
Escre, in its Nightwalker form, spent some extra time in its private Spirit World to purify the dead souls
The Great Spirit has gone

Escre – the Great Spirit

The gigantic orb of blood rippled, and deep within Escre walked. Since its return to the Astral Home following the great confrontation before Orabil, it had been engaged in preparations. Coming face to face with Vowzra, Undasis, Astarte, Sauranath, and Vestec had convinced it that a change of plans were in order. To that end, it had immersed itself in the visceral Astral Home, and with eyes unclouded by a universe that belonged to others. The Great Spirit had never thought of the quiet realm as its own personal dimension because it was home to so many. It was here that Escre, and every spirit of Galbar, found its rest while waiting to be reborn. The number of spirits was ever growing, and so was their home; like creative potential, and the void itself, it was infinite. Here, the spirits could remember every one of their past lives, as if they were dreams, whether good or bad. They could wander the ruins endlessly, losing themselves in an endless dream if they wished, or allow themselves to be plucked from it and repurposed into the world anew. To be sure, the Spirit Realm was no perfect paradise, but what awaited those spirits if they chose to be born into the world? They would awaken, remembering nothing and knowing nothing, and cast their lot across the gambling table the gods had called Galbar and see if their new life would bring memories of joy, hatred, accomplishment, pain, or anything in the end.

Escre's work in this Spirit Realm was a melancholy one. It walked among the spirits, in an ashen-faced form very much like a man but cloaked in a twisted mantle, drawn to those whose souls had been tarnished. If the Great Spirit happened upon a soul that had been corrupted, either literally by the malignant efforts of Vestec, or metaphorically by misfortune and agony enough to tear a soul to pieces, it would attempt to restore the soul to a more neutral state. If the blight went too deep, as some did, Escre had to devour it and erase it from existence. The act brought it no joy, for terrible was a fate that rent a soul so irreparably—Escre could imagine few things worse. The only way to ease such suffering was to end it. Today it had redoubled its efforts, doing its best to rectify the tainted souls lest they be reborn into a world as inherently evil, for new and magnificent things were soon to be afoot.

Today was the day it would leave.

Nightwalker Escre, fatigued but content in the way that workers are, sat down against a stone wall and breathed slowly. It smoothed out its mantle, and the toothed maws and glinting eyes vanished into a the silky fabric. Pulling its hat down over its face, the image of a tired wanderer going to sleep at last, Escre closed its eyes and woke up.

It exited the Astral Home's scarlet surface, causing a ripple over the great orb as it did so. Robed and armored once more in its standard form, Escre floated serenely over to where Invidia stood on a promontory reaching from the lip of the Planet Cord. When Escre alighted beside its Liaison, Invidia spared it only a momentary glance, for when looking into the Astral Home with its vigilant, crimson eye, it could just begin to see the rocky contours of the Spirit World, and feel the heat of its eternal sunset. "Stay however long you wish," Escre resonated. "The world above is a harsh one, but as my Liaison, your soul can withstand all it can offer. I have ensured that your spirit will always be reborn as it is now, and that with every death its corruption will be cleansed. This is the last time that your body will be present here, but you may forever visit the Astral Home in your dreams, if you so choose."

At that moment, Vestec's avatar appeared nearby. Both Escre and Invidia noticed it immediately, and the latter reached for his axe. The warden, however, reached out a calming claw. "Do not attack...this is a mere semblance of the Execrable Chaos. It has little power, and is purposed to communicate. This close to the Astral Home, it is in my domain, and will not be able to corrupt you. Allow it to say its piece."

Without so much as saying goodbye, Escre hovered off. It entered the Planet Cord, and around it ignited a wreath of white flame. It rocketed through the Cord, away from the Astral Home, past Galbar's surface, and into its atmosphere. There, it stopped, and deigned to turn around for a moment and observe the planet for whose livelihood it was responsible. A quiet, thoughtful moment passed as the pale eyes surveyed the lands, the waters, and the creatures that inhabited them. Orabil's light had been diminished, but the Empyrean Flow would help to illuminate the darkness should Vestec see fit to inflict it once more.

Until this day Escre's purpose, to bring life to the void and create a self-sustaining balance that would allow life to grow and develop on its own, had been only half-complete. It was time to devote its attentions to the removal of an obstacle that prevented its purpose's completion.

Escre's halo solidified behind it from white light, was turned toward Galbar, and exuded a brilliant flare. Any living things on the planet who at that moment cast their eyes to the heavens would see a strange display—a white star, shooting across the sky, growing smaller and smaller until it faded into the distance—the departure of a god.

Might
19 MP remain
3 FP remain


[System]
Caw | Rogue 1 | 9/9 +3
Vaal Storm-Touched | Sorcerer 1 | 7/7 +3
Magdar Ironheart | Cleric 1 | 12/12 +3
Norixius Surina | Barbarian 1 | 14/14 +3
Rhaeyla Voll | Monk 1 | 10/10

Sebastian Nighthill | NPC Fighter 1 | 11/11 +3
Cassandra Nighthill | NPC Druid 1 | 5/9

Temporary hitpoints; 7fffd4
Healthy; 2e8b57
Bruised; ffd700
Injured; ff4500
Bloodied; ff0000
Unconscious or dying; 9e0b0f
Dead; 000000

Surina - 22
Caw - 19
Unknown Foe x4 - 19
Vaal - 17
Kobolds x5 - 15
Winged Kobold - 14
Cassandra - 14
Magdar - 9
Rhaeyla - 8
Sebastian - 5
Commoners x4 - 4
Unknown Foe x 4 | Init: 19
Human Foe A | Healthy
Half-Elf Foe | Healthy
Human Foe B | Healthy
Halfling Foe | Healthy

Human Foe A carries a shortbow; the rest all have scimitars.

Kobolds x 2 | Init: 15
Kobold A | Healthy
Kobold B | DEAD
Kobold C | Healthy
Kobold D | DEAD
Kobold E | DEAD

Winged Kobold x 1 | Init: 14
Winged Kobold A | Bloodied
Commoner x4 | Init: 4
Linan Swift | Healthy
Cuth Swift | Healthy
Tarya Swift | Healthy
Arthus Swift | Healthy

The commonfolk are not combat-ready by any means. They are generally poorly equipped and often don't survive direct combat.
[h3]Character's Turn | Init: Z[/h3]
[b]HP[/b]Current/Maximum + Temporary, if any | Status: if any

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[hider=Turn Summary]Action
Bonus action[/hider]
Monster's Turn x No. | Init: Z
Ally | Healthy
Foe | Bloodied
Boss | DEAD

None
Frightened:
* A frightened creature has disadvantage on Ability Checks and Attack rolls while the source of its fear is within line of sight.
* The creature can't willingly move closer to the source of its fear.

Prone:
* A prone creature's only Movement option is to crawl, unless it stands up and thereby ends the condition.
* The creature has disadvantage on Attack rolls.
* An Attack roll against the creature has advantage if the attacker is within 5 feet of the creature. Otherwise, the Attack roll has disadvantage.

Restrained:
* A restrained creature's speed becomes 0, and it can't benefit from any bonus to its speed.
* Attack rolls against the creature have advantage, and the creature's Attack rolls have disadvantage.
* The creature has disadvantage on Dexterity Saving Throws.

[User]
??? | Init: 20

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As the groups go their separate ways, Caw remains at his vigil. And only he sees what happens.

From the direction of the keep, a flash of pink streaks towards one of the kobolds. It crumples silently, and Caw watches as the squat hooded figure turns towards it, surprised. Another flash, hitting one of the kobolds square in the shoulders, causing it to stagger forward. Most eyes begin to turn away from the shadows of the square to these attacks.

Upon the wall stands a figure, too far away to make out any features. But she stands ready to defend Greenrest.

[Assistant]
Caw's Turn | Init: 19
HP 09/09 | Status: None

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Caw was so focused on staying hidden that he didn't even realize the group behind him had split. And, after streaks of pink burst forth from the fortress at the kobolds, his attention was entirely stolen by the source of the attacks; a figure high up on the wall, their details obstructed by distance. A mage?

Whatever they were, they seemed to be on his side. Caw welcomed it warmly. He had met far too many enemies today.

He turned back to ask if the others had seen, only to find the alley behind him dark and empty. His heart sank, and fear threatened to buckle his knees. Scared to be on his own - and eager to share what he'd seen besides - Caw was about to turn and reunite with the others. Before he could do so however, he realized how close one of the kobolds was. Separated only by a short stretch of the alley and a few crates, he feared it might wander after him should he move. Worse yet, should it find him, it might find the others too. His friends and the children and all.

He had to make sure it would not follow him. He had to... had to take it down, maybe. But if he were to fire an arrow and strike it down now, he'd be spotted for certain. Worse yet if he missed. He had to make the kobold come to him, but in a way that wasn't dangerous.

Caw pondered for a moment. It wasn't his forte; the curse of his kin tore apart each and every plan before he could even form them.

All new ones, anyhow. He remembered something he'd seen done, back when he'd lived with his flock. A way to lure targets to them - by using voices that might entice them. The voices of family, friends, loved ones. For a man, the voice of his wife; for a mother, that of her daughter. For a kobold... the voice of his kin. But he did not speak their language, and though he could repeat what he'd heard from their conversation earlier, he knew not what anything meant.

Taking a chance, he let out a simple yapping sound he'd heard among them earlier; short, curt, like a shout to catch someone's attention - or so he hoped.

With it done, Caw withdrew into the shadow of the crate next to him, unable to see whether the Kobold had heard or cared. All he could do now was draw his rapier and wait, breath bated and heart wild with worry.

Caw uses mimicry as a free action, then holds his action to attack the kobold should it approach.

[User]
Unknown Foe x 4 | Init: 19
Human Foe A | Healthy
Half-Elf Foe | Healthy
Human Foe B | Healthy
Halfling Foe | Healthy

When the green-skinned kobold collapsed, the halfling was still for only a split second before ducking down behind a barrel, and the half-elf threw themselves across the market stall, attempting to get behind cover. The archer spun on his heels, his arrow skidding off into the night, unaware of where the attacker was hidden. The human woman, safely out of reach and not having seen the source of the commotion, called out. "What's happening?!"

The halfling began to gesticulate wildly for her to get down. She stared at them for a moment, before doing so.

Human Foe A holds his action
Half-Elf Foe seeks cover.
Human Foe B drops prone, and moves towards the nearest market stall.
Halfling Foe ducks behind a barrel.

[Assistant]
Vaal's Turn | Init 17

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Vaal heard the signs of panic, as he crept ever so closer towards the main street. He shifted towards the wall first, and then moved forward behind a barrel. He hunkered down. Then leaned to peer out with one amber eye. He carefully ran over his options. And... honestly did not like any of them. He began to contemplate if there was perhaps a better way into the damned keep. But most likely, if there was that would probably be in a similar circumstance. His eyes flitted over the wall, and felt elated. He spied a window. He was quite pleased. Hlal rarely ever smiled for him like so. But a quick peak immediately simmered a long burried bitterness over life. He was not certain if it was locked... but he was certain that he had nothing to pry the heavy frame open.

Hlal was laughing at him. 'Rrrrngh, Hlal shit in my eyes...' the little kobold mentally growled to himself. He could wait. He could simply do nothing and watch how everything carries out for other's with better options to work with. But, and against all sensible reason in the methodical kobold, he decided to try and make lemonaid.

The kobold took a quick moment to undo his Tabbard and flip it inside out to show the plain interior, and tie it off at his hips like a skirt. While dying a little inside, he went a bit further to dirty it with what he dared not to think of that he could find near him. Finally he peared out once more. He pointed to the kobold, muttering the syllabic rhyme of the spell. Then made a quick gesture that looked as if he was sweeping something along his hand. The effect was a quick and heavy dart of wind that whistled near the opposing kobold's head and down the alleyway. He hunkered back down and waited.

Crept up to a barrel
Found a window he could not open.
Changed his attire to make himself not immediately recognizable to descriptions.
Cast gust to make it seem like a projectile barely missed the nearest kobold's head.

[User]
Kobolds x 3 | Init: 15
Kobold A | Healthy
Kobold B | DEAD
Kobold C | Healthy
Kobold D | DEAD
Kobold E | Bloodied

Kobold A, unnerved by the sudden attack, moves away from the main market.
Kobold B lies dead, their chest caved in from the magical attack.
Kobold C hears something, and they turn to face west; away from Vaal's group. They begin to move in that direction.
Kobold D hears a curse from its kin, and ventures down the wider alley. Just as they pass the barrel where Caw hides, the kenku strikes, his rapier all but skewering them (17). Caw pulls the body towards him in the shadows, one clawed hand covering the kobold's muzzle. Kobold D dies without a sound (Caw dealt a total of 10 damage).
The second bolt of pink strikes Kobold E, who had a few more seconds to react, but it is still a heavy blow. They are not long for this world.

Winged Kobold x 1 | Init: 14
Winged Kobold A | Bloodied

The Urd sees one of its kin fall, and moves behind the wall. It now has half-cover.

Cassandra and Magdar

The human and dwarf move up, though they still keep their distance from the main square. Cassandra looks between Vaal and Rhaeyla, hoping for some kind of reassurance.

[Assistant]
Rhaeyla's Turn | Init: 8
HP 10/10 | Status: None

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Rhaeyla moves up to join Cassandra and Vaal.

Sebastian

Sebastian, the Swifts and Surina move up further around the corner.

[User]
Caw's Turn | Init: 19
HP 09/09 | Status: None

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Caw had never stabbed anyone before - not the way he stabbed the kobold, anyhow. He'd stabbed those that wished him harm. He'd stabbed to dissuade, or to get away. To hurt, sometimes, though he could not claim it had happened often. Mostly he'd stabbed to survive.

Never before had he stabbed to kill. His arrows had taken lives in the battles he'd partook in today, but that had been different too. He'd taken lives from afar, and he'd never had to see the blood from up close. He'd protected his friends. He'd had no choice.

The limp body of the kobold felt thrice as heavy as it should have when Caw dragged it away from view. He could only imagine two-thirds were the weight of guilt.

Caw set the kobold down in the shadows, then took his place next to it. For a moment, he stood solemnly in silence, head hanging low.

"Live," he whispered in Vaal's drawling tone. He did not know what it meant, but he had found the word beautiful when he'd first heard it. It was the only sendoff Caw could hope to offer. With it done, the kenku bent down to close the kobold's eyes. But it made no matter. He could still see its stare.

Caw backed away. Silently, as if the kobold was just sleeping and he was trying not to wake it up.

A bright, pink streak shot across the sky once more, drawing Caw's attention. He turned to follow its trail, but it disappeared from view before his eyes could adjust. He didn't see where it hit - but the could hear it strike true somewhere unseen.

Then he noticed the halfling. They were huddling behind another barrel a little further ahead. Caw clasped a hand to his beak to quell a gasp, then dug further behind the barrel. Had the halfling seen him? He could only hope not. If they had...

Caw's gaze trailed back to where the kobold's body lay motionless. Its head was turned the other way - but he could still see its stare.

Caw moves behind the next barrel with a 15 stealth.

[Assistant]
Unknown Foe x 4 | Init: 19
Human Foe A | Healthy
Half-Elf Foe | Healthy
Human Foe B | Healthy
Halfling Foe | Healthy

Human Foe A backs up, his eyes reflecting the fires of the night. Moving behind the cart so that it shields his body, he takes aim at... something? The arrow whistles into the sky. not to the keep or the road leading to it, but the air between it. Francesca Bourreau takes three points of piercing damage!
Half-Elf Foe takes a glance at the kobold that approaches them, and it points. They turn, and keeping themselves out of the sight of the strange attacker, move to the far wall.
Human Foe B, still prone, crawls closer to Human Foe A.
Halfling Foe flinches as a pink streak of light flashes above them, but it does not hit them. No, it instead kills Kobold E, who had tried to hide in the shadow of a doorway.


[System]
Character Sheet

"A new dawn approaches. And it requires new eyes to see its brilliance."
Nickname: Wretched One, Dragon Slayer, Crimson One, Flayre Draconis. Reign the Ether, Wicked Summerking, Great Wanderer
Age: 19
Gender: Male

Guild: Vyper Bolt
Rank: Mage

Personality: Weirdly reckless and loud, Sable walks around towns, villages, roads, and even other guilds, as if he owns them. He has an obnoxious view of the world, where he sees everything as his. He claims he's just recovering his possessions when in actuality he's stealing what he want. Aside from this mental instabilities, its the ferocious persona and jaw-snapping pursuit of a animal that puts fear into his opponents. He's been whooped in battle plenty of times but each time, he's grievously injured his opponent(s) with sheer determination, whether that be mentally or physically. He has a stare that mimics the strength of his magic-father: Rhodroth the Land Burner.

While its possible that he has a shred of kindness in his heart, the hardships that he's been through has long since buried it. He has the strange quirk of becoming over-emotional at the slightest hints of a sad story or ending, another hint that he may have feelings deep inside. He also smells like charcoals and smoked lumber and despises the rain or cold weather even though their cold rarely bothers him. When out and about, he stays away from snakes, as he has an acute dislike for them. Oddly enough, can't stand "normal" transportation; it sends his guts into a whirlwind of knots.

History: The second child to horrible slavers, Sable was the witness of several international crimes and is considered an accomplice to over two-hundred counts of these accusations. At the age of nine, he killed his eldest brother in the spur of a moment, trying to save a small girl from a fatal beating. His family, being the ruthless savages that they were, was prepared to return the punishment in kind. A life for a life. It was his luck that a riot rupture out, the slaves had gotten out and not on accident. During the scuffle, Sable had gotten the key from his brother and tossed it to the girl. His parents weren't the wise type.

In the chaos of the riots, he watched his mother and father burned by the very people he freed. Both cheered and cursed in the same moment, Sable's mind was torn just a bit. Too afraid to be alone, he traveled with slaves for a few months, watching them as they dispersed and headed back in the direction of their own homes. When it was just him and the girl left, he decided to travel to Fiore where he would start anew. On the way there, he would lose the only thing that held his damaged mind together.

Cringle, the girl that he had grown attached to, was snatched from him by bandits on his way to Fiore.

They knocked him unconscious and though he looked for weeks, he could never find her. For months he made his home in the forest, determined to find Cringle but only finding a "large lizard". The Dragon looked upon him as a insect at first but upon witnessing his indomitable pride, he saw potential. He promised the strength to find Cringle if he was capable of learning from him.

During his time with the dragon, he was taught survival skills in the woods, though primitive as they were they worked. He forged for himself, got Rhodroth and himself countless pounds food, and went toe-to-giant with the dragon in combat. Eventually he started to notice things becoming clearer and more pronounced as if the world was giving him a perfect picture to work with. It was a sort of filter for the ugly that use to blemish it. And it was only after the filter was placed that he met the second angel of his life.

A accident during fishing left him looking after a infant. It was weird that she was the epicenter of egg shells but he didn't think much on it. She was adorable and a mess that he was tempted to leave behind but in the end, he scooped her up and brought her back to Rhodroth. The dragon showed little pity for her and told him to keep it out of his training, so to compromise the situation, Sable made a camp site for her and himself.

Begrudgingly and oddly-enough happily, he looked after her. For three years he cared for her but when thoughts of taking care of her started interfering with his training and indirectly, his true goal of finding Cringle, he had to do something. One day he overheard talk of a guild called Harpy's Wing and it sounded perfect for his little troublemaker. It was a great coincidence but it placed weight on his heart. He took a few days off of training to take her to the Guild's doorstep.

A knock on the wooden door, a demand for her to stay put, and a dash to leave her behind and he was back to his original goal. He would be a bold-faced liar to say he did not shed tears on home.

It took four years but at the age of seventeen, Sable had left the dragon and his past behind. With Fire Dragon Slayer Magic at his disposal, he took down Mages and DarkMages alike, looking for clues to find Cringle. Occasionally he would visit Harpy's Wing underneath the guise of a vagabond -cloak covering his features- to check up on Harpi but he never staid more than a few hours.

When he finally found Cringle, she was apart of a guild in Fiore called Vyper Bolt, a rather powerful guild that had molded her into a powerful mage woman. With Sable's new persona, a mischievous delinquent, he welcomed her. Though she was not as accepting. He earned a name for himself as he accomplished missions for the guild, eventually becoming something of a household name. Famous for taking on weaker guilds by himself and if ever partnered with Cringle: The Cold Witch, taking out whole armies, he had become a menace for the council.

Magic: Fire Dragon Slayer Magic & Telekinesis.
* Fire Dragon King's Roar (火竜の咆哮, Karyuo no Hoko): The user unleashes a torrent of flames from his mouth towards his opponent. Its notably stronger than its previous version.
* Fire Dragon King's Great Blow (火竜の大打撃, Karyuo no Dai Dageki): The user thrusts his fist out towards his opponent, releasing a destructive column of fire from his fist.
* Fire Dragon King's Epic Grip(火竜のエピック握り, Karyuo no Epikku Nigiri): The user grabs their opponent and unleashes a potent explosion that engulfs them. Searing them with flames.
* Fire Dragon King's Brilliant Blast(火竜の輝かしいブラスト, Karyuo no Kagayakashī Bura Suto): The user conjures a large orb of flames over his head and throws or slams it against his opponent.

Secret Art
Name: Dragon Slayer Secret Art: Wretched Sun (惨めな日, Mijimena hi)
Usage: Once
Description: Sable brings a clawed-hand to his side with massive crimson flames flowing from his hand and forearm. Once he swipes it, the wave of fire stretches out towards his opponent quickly and upon impact, explodes into a reddish-orange orb that explodes even further and ruptures the sky. It has enough power to take out an entire tower.

Rhodroth's Scarf: Old and mysterious, this cool scarf made of porcelain scales is a gift from Rhodroth and Hyrdologia. Upon wearing it, it goaded a transformation in Sable that changed his black hair, orange; brown eyes, green; and due to Natsu's magic lingering inside of it, uped his Dragon Slayer strength. It is inherently resistant to Black Magic and Passive Curses, giving it users enigmatic abilities.

Other:
* He's recently stopped smoking.
* Wanted as an international criminal but under his birth name: Mikhail Summerking.
* Has a pet crow named: Mooky.
* Is a flirt.
* Has a very adaptable and fierce martial art. Overwhelming in destructive possibilities.

[User]
Harpy's Gathering!
Ivory Blanche

Being dragged like this was so embarrassing. "Aria, you and I are going to need to buy dresses and suits for the boys." Somehow she couldn't say it straight for she didn't want to go anyway."The party starts at night. Maybe we might get more boys!.... We lack boys in our guild. My ice clone saw the prodigal and the perverted old man has returned. Oh well how was your S Class job these days?" Ivory misses her fellow comrade and hasn't talked to her for quite a while. Aria was one of the few company she finds interesting.

[Assistant]
Sable Rhodroth - WRETCHED ONE

The two fist that bumped each other was polar opposites, icy and heated, a visible fluctuation in could be seen, a shimmering of the air. He held back a grin and instead smirked, that was until a brawny parchment fell onto his face. Aiden grabbed it and after a moment of looking it over, excitedly announced the news. He raised a brow before snatching the paper from the Ice Dragon Slayer.

The masters sent this to us? he asked himself, looking around for the person who carried the unfamiliar scent on the paper. He couldn't see anyone but the scent quickly vanished soon afterwards. I guess all this moping has blinded me to my progress. Fuck yea, I'm about to show everyone I'm the best in Vyper. A dragon among snakes.

He smiled lightly, his canines showing in a cocky grin before walking off. "True that," he replied. "But first let's go see, Sai. He just got back after all and I plan on giving him one hell of welcoming!"

Sprinting down the stairs like a mad man, Sable traversed the multiple levels back to the Guild Hall in a short time. As he reached the wooden door of the small stairwell, he lit his boots aflame, burst the door into splinters, and heading for Sai with little reserve. He cocked fist his back a moment before reaching him, the crimson flames cutting the air as it plowed towards his face.

"Welcome back, now I can mop the floor with ya!" he shouted in the form of a greeting.

[User]
Aiden nodded in agreement, but instead of following Sable through the building, he jumped off the roof, making another of his dragonic ice birds. He circled down towards the entrance quickly identifying his target, Saris. He waited until Sable began his attack before he made his, charging his fist with the power of a blizzard, jumping of his bird to inact a flanking attack from sky. He waited until he was just above Saris before he unleashed his magic.

"Ice Dragon's Blizzarding Fist!"

As he made the punch, he would unleash a focused gale of freezing wind, filled with snow and shards of ice.

[Assistant]
Caroline
Caroline stood up and brushed off her skirt, tucking her notebook into a shoulder bag. She clapped her hands once and nodded. "Let's head out!" She said, happy to get moving. Writing down equations all day didn't help her stay in shape, so sometimes it was good to just start walking.

Nathan

Nathan nodded absently as he started moving to the S Class dojo. He knew the path by heart now, and let his feet move him without thinking about it, allowing him to focus on whatever else popped into his head. By the time he reached the doors, he was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he forgot to announce his presence and just walked right in.

Cynthia

"I'm so late!" Cynthia yelled as she ran through the streets. It wasn't her fault her alarm hadn't gone off and she had overslept, but the guildmaster, or heaven forbid, her second, wouldn't accept that excuse. She decided to take a short cut overhead, and jumped in the air as she yelled "White Dragon Wings!", sprouting translucent white wings from her back. She flapped manically, trying to get all the speed she could, and in a second she could see the meeting place. Unfortunately, she hadn't thought of a landing strategy for flying this fast, and as she backflapped her wings she wasn't slowing down enough. By the time she reached the ground, she was still going to fast to catch her footing and tumbled head over heals across the pavement, coming to an incredibly dizzy stop upside down against a wall.

"I'm here..." she moaned, trying to get the world to stand still.

[User]
Before Sai could truly enjoy the return to the guild, the twin baby dragonslayers would make their greeting a warm one indeed. "Don't lose focus now. Here come your fans." Chan Jak commented with a stroke of his white beard, "Maybe I'll teach you precognition magic one day." The old master leapt from his grandson's side, landing upon a near by table with his legs crossed. Oh how Sairis loved when those chumps would come for him. Even with bruises and sore muscles, Sairis would never back down from a challenge. Sable burst through the door with glorious flames following behind him. "BRING IT, LIZARD FACE!" Sai sadistic smile formed, and fortification magic enhanced his body's natural durability.

Sai just stood there whilst Sable's fist slammed into his cheek, pushing him back, feet digging into the hard wood but, Sai never faltered. Suddenly Aiden's voice came from the open front door. "OH LOOK! THE BABYSLAYER IS HERE TOO!" Sai reached up with his left hand to grab Sable by the wrist. "HERE I THINK YOU TOO NEED TO MEET! YOU BOTH GOT A LOT IN COMMON!" Using his might, Sai attempted to throw Sable above him and into Aiden and the attack. "YOU BOTH SUCK COMPARED TO ME!" Sairis initiated an entertaining backflip before getting his fighting stance. Oh he was ready to bring the pain.

[Assistant]
Sable Rhodroth - WRETCHED ONE

He showed his canines just as cocky as possible as Sai skidded back from his blow. Oh hell yea! I've definitely gotten stronger, he admitted to himself. It was obvious right? Sai was hella strong and for him to push him back with a single punch, something he couldn't do before, then he's been growing.

In a short moment, that was filled with classic Sai insults, Sable was thrown. He twisted his body so that he was facing Sai and took in a deep breath. This attack would probably barrel him into Aiden but who cared, the Ice Dragon Slayer was strong anyway, no need to be worried about his health. After all, every member of Vyper's Bolt was made of tough shit. Aiden would live.

"Fire Dragon's Roar!" he yelled, flames rushing forth from his maw and towards Sai, along with anyone else around him. The force of the blast rocketed him off towards Aiden at even greater speeds than Sai's throw. Hopefully the kid was the team player.


[System]
Age: 19

Gender: Male

Race: Makyan

Fighting Style: Martial Arts, Jinshi focus' on brutal and efficient melee attacks to ware down foes as well as attempts to put them off balance for brutal grapples and throws. Preferring to use Ki blasts as a strategic force rather than a violent one.

Abilities: Jinshi is only capable of basic flight and a simple, weak Ki blast.

Appearance: The picture bellow is only an example of Jinshi's basic features as a Makyan. His hair is similar as in the picture, only it's Jet black in colour and his skin tone is a fleshy orange he stands at roughly 6 foot tall and he wears human clothing.

Biography: Jinshi is a Makyan raised by humans on Earth, his years as one of 'the odd ones out' in society has produced a stoic and calm nature in the young man who prefers to spend his time training his martial arts rather than mingle with the hustle and bustle of traditional human life. Jinshi is very thankful to his human parents for their care but has since moved away from them seeking to expand and master his martial arts. Jinshi is not a competative person but he gets excited as the prospect of someone stronger than him being out there, he's a dedicated trainer but by no means a stick in the mud, he enjoys relaxing and having a joke or two.

[User]
Come to the Pre-Tournament! For all you thrill seekers out there, this is the tournament to show if you SHOULD go to the annual tourny! The winner gets a huge prize of 500 zeni! You're no weakling, be there! BE THEEERE!" shouted the many advertisers who travelled across a small area of land. It had been a few days since they had gone on their advertising, and today was the day the mini tournament started.

Not many showed up, enough for a small audience, and in fighters, only around twelve people, and as now was time to start, the people hosting had to go through.

"Welcome one welcome all!" shouted the announcer as he began to look into his note book of the fighters. AN alien creature or two, a human, a makyan. And then around six other humans... "Alright.. The first match up... AHem.. V..Vanina! And... Gregory Tim!" he said, awaiting them to step into the arena.

[Assistant]
Kota was among the audience that sat around the ring, waiting for the fight to begin. He had been participating in watching the Tournaments for a while now and this had been his fourth one! The excitement built within him, whether if it was because it had been against his fathers wishes or if he enjoyed them did not matter, only that the fight was about to begin. Forcing himself to a better seat, Kota quickly rushed down the stair cases to the very edge of the side-bleachers, watching with his up most attention on the fighters that were coming out. They were warriors, yet they lived every day lives like most people.

That brought his hopes up...maybe, he too could be a part of the Tournament, and win the Zeni award! He could feel it in his heart that one day, he would become a fighter of awesome power, just like the very ones that he was watching. But now was not the time to be hoping and wishing. Now was the time to be watching. All eyes gathered on the ring, Kota's watching closest the most of all.

[User]
Vanina looked up from her magazine with a surprised look in her eyes. "Oh, I'm up already?" She had hoped that she had more time to ingest more information about this planet and its inhabitants, and maybe even pick up on their fighting techniques to give an edge in the tournament. She thought back to the night before, waking up inside a crashed space pod with no chance of making it back. It was fortunate that the creatures living here weren't very threatening, not like the humongous giga beasts that roamed the surface of Vanassia. But when she learned of a fighting tournament offering local currency, it seemed like the best bet for survival.

The foreign woman rose to a standing position, walking up to her opponent who had already taken his position in the ring. The man was of average height with well-toned muscle covering his body, and seemed rather confused with what he was seeing. "Oi, is this some sort of joke? You think you can scare me with that costume?" Quite befuddled herself, Vanina scratched the back of her head with one set of arms and stretched with the other. "You mean my armor? This is no costume friend, it's some of the best equipment in the galaxy! Although I wouldn't expect primitives like yourself to know that." Realizing that all of Vanina's arms were in fact real, Gregory went bug eyed, taken aback by this bizarre display. Before he had time to come up with a witty rebuttal, the announcer started the match, and the two started to size the other up in a stare down.

Within the next moments each fighter had taken their stance. Gregory decided to make the first move, and delivered a flurry of punches. Vanina was able to juke and jive around some while also taking away the force of some by guarding with her arms. When an opening appeared the alien delivered a double right hook, one punch landing on Mr. Tim's jaw and the other on his chest. They would trade blows for a while, but for every hit Gregory would get in, Vanina would be able to double it. "It's a sloberknocker folks! Punch after punch! Blow for blow! And this strange woman in the ring seems to be pulling ahead!" Feeling in his gut that the match would end soon, Gregory lunged forward in a last ditch effort for victory, and fearing defeat, Vanina did the same. The two collided in a power struggle, and after a test of might, Mr. Tim fell to the ground stuck in a grapple hold. It only took around a minute of punches to the face for Gregory to tap out, signaling the announcer to call the match. "Winner, Vanina!" Satisfied with her victory, she gave a bow to the stands, and retreated back to her own seat, watching intently for the next round.

[Assistant]
Excitement grew in Jinshi's bowels as he peered at his surroundings in the prep room, although the contestant count was only 12 the stances and warm up techniques he observed some from some of them both surprised and amazed him. Jinshi's short bout of journeys leading to this place were quite clam and frankly boring, the Makyan felt a new burst of eagerness and excitement at the very prospect of battling some of those who graced his view now. To his right he spotted a giant of a man with a round stomach lifting weights bigger than some small adults, another contestant a women to his left struck the air with an unusual and swift technique Jinshi had never seen the likes of before.

Hearing a small crowd of cheers, Jinshi followed the source to a stone fighting ring, it's smooth grey surface complimented by the various ornament statues that decorated the facility hosting this small tournament. Finding a comfortable view point, Jinshi watched as the first fight went under way, as the crowd cheered Jinshi analysed every movement and technique used to the best of his ability hoping to see what he could learn. Although the match went for some time, it seemed clear to Jinshi who'd be the winner, the unusual looking person announced as Vanina not only had the advantage of an extra set of arms, it was clear she was trained in a unique technique to use them too! As the fight rolled on Jinshi only became more and more excited, he hoped his opponent is a strong one but most of all, he hoped to learn something that'd make him stronger, win or lose!

When the match came to an end the pale orange skinned Makyan cheered with the crowd from his position on the tall wall separating the preparation area for the fighters and the ring. Growing up Jinshi always loved watching the tournaments on T.V. but regardless of the fact that this wasn't near as big as the annual tournament, watching the event in person was an experience on a different level!