[System]
Gender: "Female"
Race Possessed Shadow Elf
Appearance: Once, she used to look like many of the Uruthra. A beautiful pale skinned elf though perhaps a small bit shorter than the rest of her peers. Now, however, while her face amd build is similar, she is still a farcry from what she had looked a one point. One might call her form a mockery of the elven race. Her skin is a dark shade of pink and her hair colored that reminds one of a flame.

Bio Vamessa grew up in Gloomhaven with the rest of her kin and studied magic with a mild interest in demons, specifically making a bestiary with the strengths and weaknesses of each one. She was, at one point, the apprentice of the mage Rullphana. She was a hard worker and took her studies dilligently though, perhaps a small bit a trouble maker.

For her bestiary, she would go out to places that had reports of demons and quietly observe them before safely retreating. She would ask people their experiences with anything they may have come across and wrote about them. Over time, she started to become a bit more of a wild card in society. While she didn't exactly neglect her lessons, she did start to seem more interested in her bestiary.

One day, on one of her field studies in Naraheim, she found a small group of demons to spy on. They were beast-like creatures and were snacking on some fresh prey. One thing led to another and a chase started. She ran, and ran, and ran. There was plenty of them to be wary and scared of that she needed to run. Luckily, she knew the land and where demons were wary of going. There was an old coliseum like ruin that most demons seemed to avoid so she decided to take refuge there.

While the beasts were cautious not to actually enter, they did guard the exit knowing that she would need to leave sometime. Worried, no, scared that the beasts would make their way in regardless, she looked for an exit aside the front door. What appeared before her was a lower level. Rather risk the dark than what she knew above ground, she descended hoping for her luck to turn out something. A useful tool of some sort perhaps. No. Rather, she found what she could only describe as some... Beautiful humanoid being but strange. A demon? The thought of having walked into the den of some demon worried her tremendously.

Vamessa took a step back. Looking to risk her chances with the beasts upstairs, she went to turn and leave before something yanked her back towards the demon's body. As she looked, the demon's hand was tightly around her wrist as she felt a weird magical power flowing into her. She tried jerking her hamd away. Tried freeing herself as it felt like her head was ready to explode. Everything she could physically aside from cutting the hand off until soon enough it meekly released. Frightened, worried and trembling, she staggered back and fell to her behind. Her hands went quickly to her head as her immediate concern turn to the splitting feeling in her head before, of course, her vision faded to black.

Some time later, her eyelids opened. Her body felt lighter and warmer. Vamessa put her hand to her temple but felt something weird on her forehead. Horns? No, not just horns. There were these.... Odd wings! And the tail! What happened to her? The answer was soon answered by a slightly annoyed voice in her head. She had been, in her scared, worried state, possessed by the demon. OF course, either her will was stronger than the demon expected, or in a more likely twist, the demon was weaker than she had expected.

After a short discussion between the two, Vamessa found that she still had full control over her body despite the changes and she had some stronger power over fire now. Strong enough to force her way through the demons and make it back home. She could rest once she got back and figure out what was going on.

OF course, her troubles only started from there. The guards actively stopped her from entering town. Her appearance was much too dissimilar from her original and they thought she was just some full fledged demon that was trying to attack town. Perhaps, Rullphana could help her. The woman was powerful and knew her for so long. She forced her way through and attempted to make her way to Rullphana's tower but, there was too much resistance. Too many people trying to stop her. The voice in her head told her to fight back, but these were the people she knew! How could she?

She had to retreat. Escape town or worry about her death. On her way out, she stole a pack and some supplies. Whatever should could grab without stopping. Soon, she was out of town. She kept running and didn't look back. Over the course of the next couple of days, she escaped the mountain, wanting to avoid any search party for her. There were plenty of places to hide on a mountain, but not forever. She heard there was a forest down there and hopefully food.

She spent much time alone with the voice in her head. Surviving off the land she moved around so no one could really pin her to a place, or more importantly, the spirit of the forest that made attempts on her life more than once.

The few travelers she met, she messed around with. Playing pranks and other small things, but never really harming people other than the ones that intended to harm her. Perhaps it was her slowly warping personality, but killing people didn't seem to bother her much though it wasn't like she went out of her way to do so. In fact, her time in the forest with the voice made her a slight bit more antagonistic towards others. Her natural reaction to people was to poke fun at them or goading them. And yet, there were still moments of sincerity from her in dire moments.

After some time, she found herself in the village of Dawn (tired of the attempts on her life by the forest). Somehow, perhaps by some divine guiding hand, she found a place for herself. She made herself useful and took care of fires around the town though she was perhaps a small bit suspicious looking, walking around late at night and making sure the place was properly lit up. It wasn't difficult with the powers she gained from her possession. She was also made to cook, which she didn't seem to mind doing despite any complaints she may give.

Goals:
 Become strong enough to survive on her own and rid herself of her possession if it becomes a problem. Finish her bestiary.

Skills:

Blood-possessed: No longer what you once were, you've been possessed by a demon, effectively turning you into one yourself. The one that has taken hold of you is of the bestial and violent Blood Clan that revels in violence, emotion, and domination. It has only a minor sway over you currently, but it does seem to give you some inherent ability for fire, boosting your abilities and affinities with them...and also making you prone to outbursts of violence, and feeling euphoria watching things burn. You don't know the demons name yet, nor what its fully capable of. If it takes full control of you, you may not even remember it nor have control over your own body any more. Sometimes, you hear its sweet seductive whispers telling you to commit atrocities.

Wild-Fire Pyromancy: Years of possession in the wild has left Vamessa naturally good at fire magic. There is also this constant desire burning in her heart to set fire to the things around her. While it's fairly easy to satiate, it's always nagging. Cooking is a surprisingly good outlet.

The Mage's Disciple: At one point, she was the disciple of Rullphana, the greatest mage in Gloomhaven. A fact she was proud of. She has a general study of all the basic ideas of magic and, generally, can figure out magic and knows many simple spells and things as such.

Inventory:

Demonic Bestiary: The bestiary she spent time on making some years prior.

[User]
Novak

"I'm not here to apprehend you, I just want to find out why the Krysa want me and my friends dead," Novak assured her, his voice increasingly frustrated. "That attack on that Krysa noble has turned them rabid, and they're not just going after you. They've put my caravan under siege for a crime we didn't even know of, let alone commit. If I don't somehow break them out or convince the Krysa of their innocence, everyone I've traveled with for as long as I can remember will die!"

He was done playing diplomatic or subtle. He was done being polite to this abrasive witch. At this point, there wasn't much else to do except clean as to exactly what he was here for and hope that she'd at least share something.

He couldn't compel any answer from her, of course. The witch did mention that she could use her magic in self-defense, and Novak had no intention of putting that to the test. If she refused to cooperate further, there wasn't much to do but leave before her definition of self-defense extended to ridding her home of unwelcome guests.

From what he could gather, the Krysa wanted this woman badly. She may be this person of interest that Lady Marushka was looking for, and was likely somehow involved in the assassination attempt. If this Yaga continued her refusal to share any information, it might be better for Novak to leave and leverage the information of her location and defenses with the Krysa, as risky as that may be.

It'd be best not to let the witch know that, though.

[Assistant]
Dawn

rocked

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"A Living Vein. Don't think they're too common around these parts. But I didn't find it on my own. That, you have Raelzeth to thank"

Gideon gestured to the tired gremlin, as he thought for a moment just what sort of reward he could use. Thinking about the issues he's faced in his time here as well as the issues he will face in the future, there were a few ideas. Between the Living Vein that found itself here and the Pandillos they may eventually end up hunting in the future, there was one thing the Sage realized he'd need more than anything.

"As for your offer... I can only ask for one thing." Gideon would offer his spear to the dwarf. "Traveled with this spear for a long time. Too long, in fact... I fear it may break on me one day, especially with things like Pandillos about. I think an upgrade is an order, or a new weapon entirely. We Raam are trained in all matter of armaments, but I do still feel a bit attached to this spear. Still, I trust the keen eye of a Dwarf smith more than anything whether or not this weapon's still suitable for combat."

[User] "Haha! We have the key! To something. Probably a door. Chest? Journal? Well, we'll find out." Vammy mentioned, turning her attention to the odd bronze construct with the lines on it. She'd fiddle around with chiseled lines to see if there was anything to note. If not, she'd lead her servant back down. "Let's see where this could belong to. It might be good, might be bad. I have a bad feeling about the basement so that's probably where we need to go." With that in mind, the demon lead the way towards the basement staircase.


[System]
Nickname/Alias:
Lightning rod

Race:
Shael, falcon

Gender:
Male

Age:
30

Additional Info
Personality:
 Some people have called him naive, childish, and even immature... just as well, as he's usually in a very cheery mood, and is also optimistic, always trying to find the good in every situation. That being said, he's not stupid, and won't trust, say, a monster or a demon just because they said that they're good. He absolutely loves adventure, and just generally being out of the towns and cities of the world. No matter what the challenge on an adventure, Thorvald will face it with... the closest thing to a smile that a birdman can have. While he does love adventure, he actively avoids caves, just due to the low ceiling... of course, if he's traveling with allies who want to go into the cave, he'll go with them, just because he doesn't like the idea of having to ditch allies, even temporary ones. During the few moments where he's in town, it's usually just to sell any useless magical items, or to get rid of any extra weight he's carrying. He's oddly determined when he's facing monsters or other such evil beings, and even tries to scope out weak spots in an enemy's armor, despite him still smiling while doing so.

 He enjoys the company of other adventurers, though, he usually doesn't stick around with one group for very long, and while he starts off considering them allies... if he sees them harming other civilized races, stealing, or doing anything involving exploiting others, Thorvald will viciously attack them, and try to have them arrested. He will never kill a member of a civilized race, as he feels that even the most deranged, evil people can be rehabilitated, they can become better people... at least, so he thinks. When he's not adventuring, or taking one of his rare breaks from doing so, he can usually be found in some pub somewhere, chatting someone's ear off about one of his recent adventures, and, much to the disdain of the barkeep, never ordering any drink other than cold, plain water. He is kind enough, however, to give the barkeep money if the water ends up being free, as, in some places, it is. He'll tell them that it's not payment for his drink, but rather, for the conversation.

Appearance:
Unlike what his last name might suggest, Thorvald has mostly white and brown feathers, with only a few grey feathers. He's somewhat short, even for his species, and always wears that same blue outfit for no real reason. However, he doesn't wear the helmet in the picture, nor does he ever wear shoes. His beak and talons are a bright yellow color, and his eyes are blue.

Height:
4'2"

Weight:
80lbs

Fight related
Magic:
Elementalism; lightning.

Class:
Dragoon

Weapons/Items:
An iron spear, a short bow, a quiver with 30 arrows, a bag with 12 javelins, his leather armor, and clothes.

Strengths:
Strong Flier: He has always been much faster and more agile in the sky, and his wings are strong enough to keep him in the air for a long time.

Lightning Resistance: He's been zapped by his own lightning magic that, not only has he gotten the nickname 'lightning rod', but he's become resistant to lightning as a whole.

Spear Thrower: With his training, Thorvald's become really good at throwing his javelins, as well as, on occasion, his actual spear, and can throw these objects pretty far, and pretty quickly.

Weaknesses:
Slow on the ground: He's... kinda slow and sluggish on the ground, and it's notable that he can't even run while on the ground.

Hates the cold: His feathers aren't exactly meant for protection from the cold, and just as well, he hates it. He may even land if the cold air is too unbearable in the sky... he's also weak to ice-based magic as a result.

Stormtrooper Aim: However... he's horrible at using his shortbow, and while it's got more distance than his spear or javelins, he can't aim the thing worth beans. If you gave him a chance, he might even actually miss the broad side of a barn.

Techniques:
Thorvald typically relies on his wings, and ability to fly. His techniques revolve around him throwing his spear, or one of his javelins at the enemy, and then casting a lightning spell on the weapon after it's stuck in the enemy's flesh. He has also been known to swoop down on the enemy and attack more directly... though, even when he does that, he always tries to cast a lightning spell. Rarely, when the enemy doesn't notice his presence, he'll toss his spear directly downwards (if the enemy is directly below him), and fold in his wings to fall with it, just to shove the thing in even further. He will zap the spear after landing on his enemy in this case.

[User]
Nile slid next to the coyote gracefully and with practiced ease, flipping a coin between her fingers and spinning it casually on the tabletop. "Two." was all she said and at the sound of coin clattering on wood the innkeeper quickly snatched it up and nodded, returning in moments with two mugs filled to the brim with foaming mead. Nile gave the coyote a not at all subtle searching glance, "Those clothes are rather tight for a caster aren't they?" she murmured to herself as she examined his body and paused a moment. Her hand reached out and a single finger curled around his scarf for a moment, "Maybe they could do with some loosening, especially if you're anything like your staff." She said with a wily grin then turned back towards her drink and swigged it, easily taking half the large container in a single gulp.

Nile would've taken the coins she'd felt in his bottom right coat pocket if she'd felt the need to but she wasn't strapped on cash right now and she hadn't even played here yet. From the guilty look on his face as he'd walked in he'd come here for a rare, but much needed splurge, perhaps she could convince him to splurge just a little more. Drunk people were always fun to watch. Lordy he was a tall one though, nearly two feet taller then herself, though that wasn't that much of a surprise in it of itself. He was obviously either a religious person of some sort, some sort of magic user, or both. She had fun playing with those religious folks and she found those with magic often made for the most exciting tales.

[Assistant]
"I hate being in Shava'ren, All these Ravens, you have feeling that they will steal something when you don't watch them".
Varm was in Tarner, a coastal port located in the North of Shava'ren, he was going to g
et on the first ship sailing to Lahria. He was Travelling to meet his friend, a Lah'na named Reker, an innkeeper in one of the cities. His tavern was called "White sword", where he planned to go, Varm have a deal designed to bring him some money. Varm had a rare item whose name could not be divulged and that is why so much afraid of being robbed.

After eating a meal in the coastal tavern he decided to look around for ship. One of them called "Black Rose" had planned to travel to Lahria. The Captain was Rakonai.

"Hi, may I go on a journey together with you? I have to be in Lahria in four days."
The captain was not too nice,
"you can sail with us, however you will need to pay".
"I don't have too much money but I have to go along with you, so I'll pay."

After the transaction, Varm went back to the tavern to pack. "The ship sets off in an hour, so I advise you to hurry up"  Captain yelled. An hour later, the ship was already on the waves, carried by sea to Lahria.

[User]
The two companions had found their room with ease. It was rather small, but did hold two beds that Atlas could actually fit on. This was a whole lot better than their usual accommodations of the cold hard ground. Atlas got comfortable, throwing her bag to the side, she collapsed on the bed with a content sigh. The jingle of her coin pouch sounded as she had laid down, and the Toth couldn't help but feel a little guilty. About the whole stealing thing they did earlier as well lying to the innkeeper about their situation. However all her grumbling into the mattress had easily faded when a knock had sounded on their door, indicating the food was there.

Atlas nearly flew to the door, a small cart held plates of many various dishes, fit for both of their tastes. Atlas gave a coin as a tip before wheeling in the cart between the two beds excitedly. The last thing she remembered eating was a rather suspicious mushroom Rykiar dared her to consume. All she recalled was waking up three days later even more hungry than before. At least their suffering had all paid off as the Tothum took her first bite. She wanted to cry tears of joy, it was just that delicious. Or rather they were so starved anything tasted good. Either way, this could have been described as the best moment of her rather uneventful life.

They ate quietly, the sounds of the town filled the room from the open window as a relaxing background noise. Avisthelm was certainly a nice place, or a dump. She really had no clue, having not been to enough towns for references. Either way, Atlas wouldn't mind staying here a bit longer if possible.

The cow turned on her bed, munching still on a piece of freshly baked bread, to look out the window. As diverse as the town may be, there was an excess of Lah'na in the town. Atlas of course had no trouble with this, her upbringing taught her to look beyond race, but she couldn't help but wonder if this town was more accepting than the last one they were at. Of course, traveling with a Neth made it easy in this land, she did recall some poor Shael being denied a room at an inn in a Neth run town before. All in all, she was more than grateful that her own race never seemed to have problems.

Distractedly, she reached for her mug for a drink, only to realize she was all out. Atlas looked over at Rykiar's own drink to see it was also empty. They had a brief stare down, both wanting the other to get more. The mouse of course won, in victory he laid down, pretending to be asleep to make sure the Toth would fetch the beverages. With a playful snort, Atlas got up, the mugs clinking as she made her way out and down the stairs. Hooves clunking on the wooden stairs, she realized it was more busy than when they first arrived.

She shuffled toward the bar, placing the mugs up for a refill. She reached in her pouch to pull out a couple of coins. With a brief smile at the innkeeper, Atlas waited patiently, standing off to the side from the two seated nearby. She looked around at the little knickknacks that decorated the room, just wanting to go back to her room. Her and Rykiar still needed to discuss plans for the next day, or at least after a good nap.

[Assistant] It seems like the other two came to a conclusion, that we'd inform a nearby town of the corpse just so we won't have to drag it around with us. "Alright then! Heck, if I can recall where the nearest town is, I can just fly there, and, while I would prefer if you stayed here and waited, there IS an enchanted forest just to the north of here. It's kinda where I was heading before I ran into... well... this," I told the two before flying up, and then due south, where... wait, it was actually more of a city than a town, but I'm sure there are starving people in there, too. Avisthelm... now I remember, this was the first place I visited in Laharia. Had to take a boat for the first time in my life, even had fish here for the first time in my life... wait... was it fish? The other man kept calling it 'hsif' or something... maybe that's just their language for the word, or something. I thought, remembering just how much I disliked fish, and how strange it was that the other guy, who supposedly loved the stuff kept calling it by a different name. In the time it took me to reminisce that day, I made it back to town, and started looking around for someone who might be able to carry off the thing. Unfortunately, nobody seemed to want to deal with the thing, even after I told them they could keep the reward. My searches eventually ended up with me at some inn with a strange group of individuals... a rat person, a cow lady, and... what I could only guess was either a cat or a dog. "Hey! Any of you willing to do some work for some money? There's a slain wurm up to the north, and my group doesn't want to deal with dragging the thing over here. You can keep the reward if you bring it here, I just want to continue on with my adventure!" I repeated this message so many times that I wasn't saying it with my usual energy... of course, that could just be because I kept giving my food rations to the beggars that lined the streets of this place. Oddly, most of the beggars were either nin'tah, or fellow shael who might have been having problems with the local lah'na.


[System]
Sabre04

Military Rank: Sargent
Age: 26

Sex: Male

All clothing as well as the mask are black.

Equiped with Chameleon-tech camoflage abilities built-in.

Personality: Seth acts like he does on the battlefield- quiet. When Seth does talk, it's in a hushed tone. He's cold, calculative, and efficient, so don't get in his way. This distances people that first meet Seth, but nobody's really gotten to know him since elementary school. Details in Bio, but he used to be just a goofy nerd with other nerdy frineds.

Biography: In elementary school, Seth was one of the coolest nerds, making friends and doing school stuff. By 5th grade, others had moved on to hanging out at peoples' houses, but because of his strict parents, Seth couldn't go. By 6th grade, he had all but refused to do school work and was nearly expelled. Something switched. From that point on, his devoted all energy not spent eating and sleeping went into school work.

By high school, and not having talked to anyone outside of ice breaker games, Seth's parents got worried, so they got him video games, which his parents made him play for a certain amount of time each day. He mostly played mostly survival or stealth-based games. He started breezing through them in a few hours and eventually having to make up extreme challenges to make it anything more than a cakewalk. By the end of high school, he didn't know what he wanted to do, but wanted something with precision, calculation, and something he hadn't used much before: physical work. So, he joined the army.

Seth didn't take much time to reach the rank of Sergent. Once a Sergent, his talents acquired by social learning during his video game time started to shine while doing rudimentery drills. He was assigned to a top-secret military reconnisaince squad due to his exemplary time in obstacle cources and the notes of being quiet in all noises by his commanding officers. Their missions were only observe without being observed. Sometimes a "find this person" mission thrown in there. Seth was the one that was usually sent in when close-up observation was needed without being seen.

By the time he was 25, he was selected to be sent out for the Sabre project. He didn't know what that meant, but Seth thought it would be more of what he was doing. He wasn't ready for what it was at first. He didn't know he would be augmented. Once he was, and after getting used to the augments, they became second nature to him, making him nearly ghost-like. Especially with the suit he was issued, which also heavily catered to his reconnaisence ability.

Specializations:

Natural skills-
- Stealth knowledge and training
- Survival knowledge and training

Augments-
- Silent Step: Seth's bottom half of his feet have been integrated with quieter materials so he can make no sound by stepping alone (obviously he'll make a noise if he steps on something that makes a noise. And yes, this also means he goes barefooted on his missions) and has had the nerve endings on the bottom of his feet removed.
- 70% night vision: Seth's irises have been artificially enlargened to be able to see much better in the dark.
- Breathing pores: Seth's trachea has been given about a dozen tubes out of it that lead to pores along his neck, allowing for slow and silent breathing.

>> Retrieving most recent Psychological Evaluations. . . |
>> Done
>> File extracted
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[[PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATION: SETH GARRON, SARGENT]]
EXAMINER: JONATHAN S. WALSH
DATE: [[REDACTED]]
Sargent Garron exhibits extreme introversion, most likely caused by an onset of high expectations, albeit external or internal factors. That being said, Garron's logical and reasoning capabilities far exceed the curve for his age group. Keeping Garron engaged in speech is increasingly difficult proportional to the amount of time the conversation lasts, and his body language is very closed and cut off. Garron opts to not talk unless he deems it necessary, and will often answer yes/no questions with head nods and shakes unless pressed for a verbal confirmation. I recommend that Garron be placed in settings where verbal communication is mandatory and vital. Social interaction is also recommended to exercise the creative half of the brain that hardly shows in any of his communication and testing.

[User]
"I certainly hope so, Zero-Nine. This will be a long ride." Cyprian answered Saffron's question, though it was directed at another. His tone returned to its bright and cheery attitude and stood out against hers. The elevator was one of industrial use, all eight occupants easily fit inside with plenty of room to spare. It was these kinds of lifts that would transport heavy machinery to different levels of the the structure. Cyprian selected the desired floor, and the lift lurched into motion.

The lift's decent caused those inside to feel lighter in weight. In reality, the falling platform reduces the "normal force" that pushes against the people standing on it, since the object applying the force is moving away from the object that the force is being applied to. It is actually this normal force that is felt by a person standing on a surface. Therefore, the apparent gravitational force felt by those on the moving platform is reduced.

Cyprian was very close to explaining all of this on the way down, were it not for the beautiful scenery that made itself visible through windows that would periodically flash past the elevator. Looking outside, Cyprian and anyone else who looked saw the starry backdrop of deep space shimmering behind beacons of light that marked the presence of satellite structures. The bright sun light peaked from around a massive body that covered almost all of the field of vision downward. Peering down, one could see white clouds swirling and streaking across vibrant blue oceans, and green masses of land. Off to the side was a grey sphere far off in the distance. Only the lower half of this sphere was illuminated.

"Ahhhh... Earth truly is a magnificent sight, isn't she?" Cyprian held his head in his hands as he pressed his face against the window, a bit too eager to take in the view as the party descended closer and closer towards the planet's surface.

[Assistant]
As she watched the starscape slide past the viewport Saf couldn't help but be taken aback. SHe'd seen the station when she'd arrived, but the passenger shuttle had had its back to Earth and so all she'd seen were the stark metal columns and support braces holding the structure together, something she'd seen hundreds of times before during her military career. The sheer overwhelming beauty of the Earth took her breath away every time she saw it though and today was no exception.

It was good to have such an obvious reminder of exactly what they were fighting for, especially before what was sure to turn out to be a very dangerous mission. Tearing her eyes away from the blue pearl for a moment Saf eyed her new CO carefully, was this a deliberate form of manipulation on his part? After all, it would've made far more sense to have had the team muster in the bay they were in transit to rather than the briefing room which had had a distinct lack of briefing.

[User]
Jax shockingly remained quite during the elevator trip. He heard Saf's question but honestly didn't think to dignify it with a response, His personal feelings on her wouldn't change after just a few minutes. With Saf though that answer would simply stir things up. He kept leaning against the railing as soon he looked up and out the window to see the earth outside that view port. It had been a very long time. This being closest he had been to the 3rd rock in nearly a decade. Looking at it though he felt little attachment, His family was military he spent most of his life in an orbiting station where his parents where. Looking at that rock he didn't even really know what it looks like on the surface, his only extended time there was for his training when he initially joined and again when he Went to scout sniper. Some of the others were more overwhelmed by the site as he looked back down.

 His eyes closed as he reached up and scratched the under side of his chin. Though he hit something and his eye site changed. Looking up mostly everything was black, except for a blue glow that emitted from things, Wires, the motor of the elevator, looking at his team some of the bigger implants had lit up. Apparently he had EMF...something that could be useful, Reaching up he clicked it again, a thermal vision, Every thing was in black and white, hotter objects glowed white as colder were darker and black, he looked around seeing his teammates, one thing he noticed is that they were hot, hotter than normal people. That is something he would keep in mind for the future. Clicking again there was a night vision, though he flinched a bit and quickly clicked it over back to his normal tactical mode. He wished there was a form of what he called 'thumper' vision. It was simple and picked up vibrations, it helped cause it showed heart beats. Though for now he wouldn't worry about it, He was sure they would have calibrations and regular maintenance and would bring it up then.

[Assistant]
James sighed as he stood among his fellow soldiers, he had kept quiet this entire time, considering the woman went on a childish rampage. The sniper acted unprofessional, waving his knife around and dishing out commands even though he was not the leader, people like them got someone killed. The woman already did, but the sniper had a lot of hidden records, which bothered him greatly. Men like him are never truly able to cohere with a team, this was not going to go well if they were going to keep this shit up. When he was deep in he NEEDED to bond with the team he was with, they needed to know every flaw, every skill, this made them men, and not just numbers. The guys with suits may not care for them, but they cared for each other, and that's what mattered. Even his command while he was in the Service cared, all of the big-wigs showed up to ONE man's funeral, and he was only a PFC, grant they couldn't always do it, but they did it whenever they could. To him, the Service was who he was, this sort of feeling made him adjust the leather coat he wore, it was a well-fitting leather jacket with his Battalion's symbol with the Winged Dagger of the S.A.S., on the dagger hung a gas mask. Above it read '23rd Battalion, He Who Dares Wins'. There was a reason he was picked for them, and this, he was the best at his profession, and those who matched him barely did so even before his augs. Now he was truly the best around with his kit, his augs, he was the most qualified in his eyes. At least for now, one day he would be replaced.

Until that day comes however, he is gonna set one high fucking standard for whoever comes in after he does. His job was to control the fight, and even in the S.A.S with less than half the shit he had now he was one hell of a soldier, with his new drone, a Hollenhund. One lovely machine if he said so himself, a lovely amount of combat modifications gave him another soldier to fight with, this could make his life a lot easier. Running through the files of the other teammates, other than two he wanted to crack...Fucking wankers. The rest looked so much more worthwhile, and more tolerable. 6 and 9 had their skills, but they both seemed to be fatally flawed in a way that truly makes them butt heads pretty hard...This'll be fun indeed...Or so he hoped.

Then his brain had a lightbulb and he spoke up rather randomly. "I apologize for not speakin' up earlier, James Mathias Alexander. A former S.A.S Scout and Unconventional Combat Specialist, I can high-jack any machine with nano-tech, or if you need someone isolated, I can get it done. I pretty much cause a shitstorm for our foes, giving us an opportunity to end an engagement early, or get the fuck outta dodge, whichever comes first. Oh! I also have a Masters in Robotics and a Bachelors in Nanotechnology, you can get that and more off my dossier. Alright, rant over." He quieted quickly and rolled his shoulders, trying to relax after that little speech. Fuck...He needed his gear, he was more comfortable in a military outfit, and in the field, not in a lift with people he didn't know worth shit.

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As she heard the Lt speak Saf quickly reached down to her wrist comp and pulled up his file, glancing over it and picking out the important details before turning her attention to the quiet 'Englishman'. Quickly running her eyes down his body Saf did a quick assessment. For a guy hitting his thirties Lt Alexander looked more like someone in their late teens.

Either he'd taken really good care of himself or his family had enough money to pay for incredible thorough gene scrubbing in utero. Her money was on the former though, families who threw their money away on making sure their children were born with perfect genes tended to keep them at home rather than letting them enlist in potentially life threatening military careers. If he had come from money like that he'd more likely be the one sitting behind the monitor, beside Overwatch, than riding a freight elevator.

"Special Air Service veteran? Where were you posted?" Before he had a chance to answer Saf quickly held up her hand with a smile, "Don't tell me. 'it's classified', right?"

[Assistant] Jackson remained silent for majority of the trip, eyes glued to the majestic scene of the Earth outside the viewport. It was awe-inspiring, and it was no surprise that it was a beacon of hope for the Conglomerate. Pulling his eyes away from the window and his mind back to reality, he began wondering about many things at once. What kind of gear are we gonna get? I know I'm a medic, but what kind of stuff will I be using? What about a gun? And what will everyone else use? Questions whizzed around Indar's head faster than he could answer them. Jackson turned his head to 05, who before that point had said nothing. "Well James, great to have you on board. As you probably know, Jackson Indar" Jackson introduced himself again, outstretching his arm to the other man for a handshake. "By god, this elevator has got to be almost there by now, right?" Jackson asked.

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Seth's mind began churning again with the new off-dossier info on the newly spoken tech savant. Hmm... More attempts at lowering off-duty tensions. Do these agents keep off-duty feelings while on the battlefield? Risky to do so. One would think that any feelings towards a teammate outside of combat would most logically be compartmentalized to off-duty, while during a mission, the most critical thing would be ensuring safety of as many operatives as possible.
-Deductions: 05 and 09 will become closest, due to similar relationship-mending goals. 07 will be second-closest with 09. Also attempting to keep positive mannerisms with all teammates.
-Note to self: check for social normality in keeping all team relationships positive. Video games have proven otherwise. Source - Alpha Protocol. Relationships built on "owing" one another in the form of favors and working together based on goals, not feelings. Internet search to follow...
-Tactics: 05 would be optimal for flanking with robotics and numbers on his side. 09 would be second-best. They will most likely bond best; therefore, they could flank simultaneously, increasing flank effectiveness. Shields and robotics. Least casualties. The 'Tactics' note made Seth rethink the 'one-(wo)man distraction battalion', and now thinking of a two-man distraction armada, with 05's robots on his side.


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"The cruelty is the point."

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G E N D E R :

Male

A G E :

19

O C C U P A T I O N :

Jo Long Assassin

A P P E A R A N C E :

Vas stands at 6'1 and 175 pounds. He is slim, lean, and very well muscled, having spent his life as a disciplined combatant. Often it's easy to forget, given his height and physic, he is still a teenager. He is a mutt of the universe, with mocha skin, a straight nose, and bright blue almond-shaped eyes. Vas still has a youthful boyish face with some roundness to cheeks that have not yet matured. His hair is straight and black styled into a war hawk. Vas has an elaborate Japanese-style tattoo that covers his back. It consists of a highly detailed eastern dragon coming down from clouds of sakura and wisteria blossoms, with some of the flowers cresting to his shoulders.

H O M E P L A N E T :

Santos, Silverton

S K I L L S E T :

Vas is a fully trained assassin, and while he knows how to use various guns his more of a melee fighter. He is a trained Shaolin monk in the five animal styles, which he expanded to include the Dragon form. He knows how to use and manufacture various poisons and tranquilizers. Beyond that Vas is surprisingly well-read and knows proper etiquette (he just finds there is rarely a call for it) and can garden. Lastly, Vas can not cook. If it's in not soup (which might barely be edible), in a can or premade … it is basically poison and a crime against humanity in a plate. He can bake cookies but that is about all he can do.

E Q U I P M E N T :

Vas pride and joy is a Jian style sword with no tassel, black and silver inlay grip with a green jade crossguard and an etched blade. He owns a dragon scale armoire, it's thin and flexible and can easily be worn regularly under a shirt. He owns a variety of blades, tools, and poisons. He owns a tablet loaded with a variety of books. When on duty for the Temple Vas uses and black Kitsune mask and has specialized armor he can use when performing wetwork. Lastly, he always carries around a lighter and clove smokes.

P E R S O N A L I T Y :

Vas is quite self contained and a bit distant. Serena, his counterpart does enough talking for the both of them. He isn't shy or squeamish about violence nor is he about its application. It's more of the fact that he takes pride in his work. Oddly though he is a massive softie, finding joy in stupid little things and is surprisingly sensitive when it comes to people whose opinions he actually cares about. He comes off as childish and naive when it comes to and often is a little trusting with people ruining the tough punk look. He penchant for full-on honesty, he doesn't like to lie and actively avoids doing so. Vas had a temper that rarely comes out, it's more like a berserk button but basically, he has a hell of a chip on his shoulder when it comes to slavers.

B I O :

Vas often looks back at his youth and family with rose color lenses. Mostly because his life since the war was drowned in violence and loss. Like many left behind as children, he was scooped up into the slave trade and drafted to fight in the war. Sold as a child soldier he was shoved from one front to the next. Eventually, he was 'liberated' and fell into the shadow of Estaban, who turned out to be an assassin for the Jo Long. Having taken a shine to the kid he was eventually brought to the temple on Lilac and trained to become an assassin. For Vas, it was quite fulfilling … family, friends, job satisfaction. He fit in it, he was wanted and he excelled at his job.
Eventually returning home from a mission Vas ran afoul of some slavers. It got ugly but eventually, Vas exacted his opinion on the captain's profession. This is how he met Serena and the pair bonded pretty quick out of the crisis. Two years later, she continues to be an apprentice of sorts, his apprentice. Leaving the temple for real-world experience, they were found by Deckard running a scam in a pit fighting ring. Their scam was caught and they got jumped. Vas was able to take care of himself, and Serena made 'fast friends' (in her opinion) with Deckard. Deckard offered them a job doing semi-honest work. They accepted. How better to see the verse?
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| Jago Deckkard | Captain is fine, well meaning. Better then most I've run into. |
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| Tim Casey | I would think better of him if he would stop filling Serena's head with scary stories! |

| Enid Prichard | She likes needles a little too much. |

| Vas Jat | I like duck! |

| Serena Jat | My somebody. |

| Kinneas Reed | How does he shoot with all that hair? |

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Ready Or Not Part 5
Lunar Veil | Cargo Bay
Summary
Vas and Serena are training in the Cargo Bay. Vas is worked up and on edge and Serena works to sus out why.

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"Grrrr!" She growled, selecting a shiny knife. "I got it Onii. Don't worry, I won't be scared. I'll scare them, like you. Just like you."

"Naw kiddo. You find your own scary, that's how you do it, you'll figure it out. Arrite arm up well go through the motion, warm you up properly and well get the meat of it. Nick me and I'll throw you across the room Kay?" Vas smiled. He would absolutely toss her if she did.

"Focus, and you won't get nicked," she giggled. "Fiiiine, I won't, I won't," She promised, checking over her shoulder once so Vas couldn't pull the same trick. "Honest and swear."

Vas moved in to bonk the girl for looking away.

Serena caught his movement out of the corner of her eye and deflected his arm, turning her wrist to block with the hilt side of the knife. She'd been put down once, twice was definitely off her agenda for the night!

Vas moved quickly, stepping to hook kick snagging her behind the knee. He snaked an arm around her, twisting it behind her and threw her forward. "Always keep your eyes in the fight." He chided. "You're fighting me, not Goldilocks."

"Goldilocks?" She giggled, preparing to take a swing at him as soon as she regained her balance.

"Yeah you know cuz of the hair and the eating of our apples like it's no big deal. Guy doesn't look like he knows what it's like to live on protein paste for a full week." Vas snorted.

"His hair's not gold," Serena corrected. "It's more the color of a sandy beach – nuh uh - you're trying to distract me," she accused.

"I am." He said, stepping forward with a feint. "I'm sure he smells fabulous. With hair like that? Uses fancy soap I bet."

"That's low, Onii!" she shot. "Making me think of him in the shower." She  tried to focus after that… really.

"No such thing Mei Mei!" He chortled and sent her flying. "Maybe you should go back to the wooden knives." He teased. "Till you can stop thinking about what shampoo the new guy uses."

"It smells like coconut!" she said dreamily from the floor, giving herself just a split second to remember it. "But too bad for you, I'm 100% focused on this fight."

"Too late you're dead." Vas said, tapping the tip of his wooden knife to her chest. "Well at least you've got a future being a meat sheath."

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Ready Or Not Part 6
Lunar Veil | Cargo Bay
Summary
Vas and Serena are training in the Cargo Bay. Vas is worked up and on edge and Serena works to sus out why.

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Serena giggled. Sometimes her brother was more monk than others. She'd enjoy this while it lasted. "You think so?" She asked.

"Think what?" Vas blinked confused as he helped her up.

"Me and Kinneas?" She asked.

Vas was even more confused. "You and Kinneas what?" Feeling like he was being led along to the punchline of a joke.

"Oh, Onii," Serena giggled. "Maybe they don't write that in your books."

Vas continued his streak of cluelessness. "I am so lost. Are we even speaking the same language?" He huffed.

Serena tried to take advantage, launching an attack. "Focus! Pay attention!" She chided.

Vas sidestepped, slapping Serena upside the head and poking her twice in the side with his wooden dagger. He left his foot out for her to trip on. "Guile over strength any day of the week. Congrats you are a pincushion!" He was still suspicious over what Serena had been babbling about but he would press it out of her later.

The unceremonious fall knocked the giggle out of her, and Serena cursed as she sprawled on the ground. "Next time," she promised, picking herself back up.

"Ha! Keep dreaming Mei Mei, you still have a lot to learn. I was small too at one point, brute strength? It's not the key that always fits the lock." He said putting his wooden weapon down. "Speed, precision, deception … there will never be a fair fight. They will be bigger, meaner, they have guns and come at you in a group." Vas said taking a low stance, arms undulating slightly, his finger pointed and straight. "Would you rather a 'fair fight' or one you survive?"

"One you survive," the teen parroted. "Like you said."

"Survival ain't fair." Vas reminded her. "They plead their case, wave to their wife, their children, Gran Gran or whoever … they will promise you anything and everything." He said moving forward smoothly, his snake-like movement striking forward.

Serena kept her eyes on him, and backed up, away from the knife, taking a swipe at him when he came close before darting to the other side. "Because they won't think twice about killing me."

Vas dodged and continue to press in. Taking advantage of his long arms, he jabbed his fingers into a nerve in Serena's shoulder that made her entire arm tingle and weak. He didn't let up, he locked her other arm and instead of throwing her to the ground, held her bent over his knee to where she was on her toes and her head touching the floor, his elbow holding her in place. "Exactly. Don't give them that chance. Even a rabbit can surprise you when cornered."

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Ready Or Not Part 7
Lunar Veil | Cargo Bay
Summary
Vas and Serena are training in the Cargo Bay. Vas is worked up and on edge and Serena works to sus out why.

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Serena struggled, frustrated. "Dammit," She said dejectedly, trying to shrug him off.

"Relax. Take a breath. Think. Are your legs pinned?" Vas asked calm as ever.

"No," Serena grumbled, letting out a breath to relax.

"Well my arms are full aren't they? What's stopping you?"

Serena gathered her strength and waited a few seconds before kicking out, with both feet, like a rabbit, trying to catch Vas in the face with a knee.

Her one knee made contact with Vas's cheek as barely caught herself with her free leg to slip out completing the flip, granted a bit wobbly but no one was giving out points for gracefulness.

"See." Vas rubbing his now tender cheek.

Serena went for another strike with the knife, rather than waiting for him to reset or recover from the blow.

Vas leaned back letting the gleaming knife sim by before whipping for way into a roll moving to a sweep from behind Serena.

Serena yelped as Vas's foot connected with the back of her right knee. Caught off balance, she fell with zero grace, her left foot inadvertently catching Vas on the chin on the way down.

"You know you keep hitting me in the face. At some point I'm going to take it personally." Vas joked. "Definitely hitting harder …" He complimented.

"Sorry, Onii-San," She giggled, picking herself up off the ground, trying to catch her breath.

Vas chuckled and waved it off. "Take a break, you earned it."

Serena sat on her tail and nursed her bruised ribs and ego. "I gotta hit harder on account of like you said, I'm ready. "

Vas laughed. "Naw … I mean don't get me wrong, hitting hard is good but knowing where to hit maximizing your effort? More important. Don't go and fight like me, fight like you. You're small, they're going to underestimate you … take advantage." He said, passing her a water bottle. "Still you are miles away from where you started. You earned this opportunity."

Serena grunted as she reached for the watter bottle. "I can't help but fight like me," She said. "You got a better reach so I gotta try and fight closer ranged, and then get way out of the way. You're a lot taller. And 'course! We practice near every day."


[System]
Age: 40

Gender: Male

Guild:  Wizards of Fiore

Rank: S-Class

Personality: Matt is a proud and honorable member of the Wizards of Fiore, despite usually being silent most of the time. He is a very kind and protective person towards his guild mates and will protect anyone that are in harm's way, even if his opponent is stronger than him. Yet if a person harms his guild or anyone he cares for deeply, he will go full berserk on his opponent and would show no mercy on him/her until they are permanently broken.

History:  Matisuki Kiryuin was born in a small and quiet village with his parents, his dad being a retired wizard for the late Vyper Bolt guild. As a child, he was born with special powers that would allow him to sometimes grow reptilian, beast-like scales and parts at will. The reason that he was able to do such feats, was because his father had the same abilities, which was the Take Over magic ability. When Matt was old enough, at age 8, his father began teaching him how to control and wield this magic to his advantage.

By the time he was 18, Matt had already mastered the ability of Take Over, having the ability to transform his arms into massive reptilian ones. So he was taken into the Vyper Bolt guild and served as his father's partner. Yet several years into his acceptance, utter tragedy broke out. While serving his father on a mission to stop a rampaging demon from destroying a village, it managed to crush and ultimately kill his father. Matt saw the whole event with his own bare eyes and was most devastated by this.

Rage and adrenaline built up within Matt's body and transformed him into a giant reptilian beast, the Lizardman Beast Soul. Thanks to his new powers, he was able to avenge his father's death by going fully berserk on it, ultimately destroying it. The next day after the fight, his father's funeral then took place. For several days Matisuki became depressed over his father's death, until making a vow that he will continue his father's work and serve his guild with pride and honor. He has been doing so for over a decade, resulting in his promotion as an S-Class Wizard and is arguably one of the most powerful members in Vyper Bolt.

During the Civil War, he participated in various battles, proving himself to being one of the most dangerous fighters in his guild. While most of the guild members survived, there were still many heavy casualties. Matt was one of the survivors and participated in the Wizards of Fiore mega guild, where he becomes one of the most powerful, non-chairmen, mage in the guild.

Magic: Take Over (Kaiju Soul/Lizardman)

Other:

The Honorable Warrior

Awakening Of The Beast

The Beast Berserks!
Nickname: The Winter Spirit

Age: 35

Gender: Male

Guild: Wizards Of Fiore

Rank: Mage; (S-Class during his years in Lunar Wolf)

Personality: Kuroko is known for being the calmest as can be, even in the blazing heat of battle. He is able to concentrate on multiple targets with surprising ease and is very powerful in his magic. His soothing voice is rumored for having the ability for soothing the most emotionally disturbed of people. He can also relate with people in many different ways, so much so that people think he should be a psychologist as a pass time. He is also very patient with others.

He rarely gets angry, however if a personal loved one or friend gets killed in battle, it is then that he unleashes his full power on the enemy without mercy. Yet that has only happened once so far...

Backstory: Kuroku Nagasai was born in a mountainous cliff-side village, high enough to where snow lasts forever. His father was the village blacksmith and his mother was the best nurse in the village. As a young boy, he usually spent his time reading books of almost any kind. Everyone in the people adored him for his handsome look and his calm demeanor amongst others.

However, on one faithful morning, an alarm rang throughout the whole village. An avalanche was about to take place and its target was Kuroku's village! Everyone began evacuating out of the village, trying to pack up their belongings and high-tail out of there before it was too late! All except Kuroku's parents. The now 6 year-old boy begged desperately for his parents to come with him, but his father caught a terrible sickness and was unable to move. The mother wouldn't leave her husband alone like this and would rather die with him instead of leaving him. She told Kuroku that he will survive and succeed in the world and that they will forever be with him in his heart. With tears flowing out of his eyes he rushes out of the village, just before the avalanche swept the village down into the gorge below.

Kuroku was devastated when his parents died like this and it seemed as he was indeed alone. Yet just a day after the incident, he was then approached by a mysterious Ice Wizard who calls himself "Yeti". The boy told Yeti about what happened, who then felt awfully sorry for him. It then turned out that the dragon indeed heard about Kuroku before several times from several gossipers when he ocassionally visited the village. Yeti then offered the boy to join him and he will care and teach him to become a powerful Winter Mage. Kuroku gladly accepted the offer.

His training had lasted for several long years, in which he molded himself to become the person he is today. He taught how to survive in the frigid mountains and tundra and master at martial arts, as well as being taught Snow Magic and Ice Make. By the time he was almost 16, he mastered the arts and was ready to go off into the world. Waving Yeti farewell with a tear in his eye, he begins to search for a suitable guild. He eventually found the Lunar Wolf guild and quickly escalated into a powerful and respected S-Class mage, most of it due to his powers and his calm and respectful behavior amongst the others.

However, when the Civil War started, most of Lunar Wolf was wiped out by random, yet insanely powerful, dark guilds. So much so, that Kuroku thinks that he is the sole survivor of that guild. His friends, comrades, and even leader (who was an asshole but still 'father-like-ish') were all brutally murdered in front of his eyes. So when he was invited to help Fairy Tail and the rest of the surviving guilds to take on the man who started the war, he didn't hesitate to join. After the war, he had finally quenched his vengeance over his guild, and participated in the mega guild of the Wizards of Fiore. Despite being an S-Class in his old guild, Kuroku's powers and skill needed some more training before being ranked up into S, but he is still quite powerful

Magic: Kuroku is an expert at wielding both Snow Magic and Ice-Make. He is also very superior when it comes to martial arts, as he is quick yet powerful.

Recently, he has gained a new Ice-Make magic called Black Ice-Make, which incorporates graphite, with a tid bit of dark magic, into the mix. It is used the same way as Ice Make.

Battle Theme:

[User]
Ira Amaterasu

Ira couldn't withstand the ponytail any longer. He let down his hair and with a confused look asked Taka,  " Where are we going? ….It's funny ...but I don't remember myself being from Magnolia. I'm kinda what you'd call an outsider...But where do we eat? Choose something you'd really like and point me in the direction." , By now he was scratching his head trying to figure out why he was so much. He never had friends so this was new to him. He began to stare through Taka , lost in thought about his blabber mouth.

[Assistant]
Damon's eyes looked over the arriving Bristlebane and a smile etched it's way upon his face. It was nice to see that the newer members of Team rave had earlier then even Ren and Blanche, two people that Damon had went on a handful of missions with. He wondered just where they were at this time. There was a mission to be had and he would have liked the whole team to be here for this. Damon placed his right hand inside his hood and laced his fingers through his red hair, a color opposite of his mother's hair color. Ruffling his hair for a bit Damon gave out a loud sigh. "welp we shouldn't be waiting for Ren and Blanche but we will for now. I'll let you in on the mission. Apparently there is a Dark Guild known as Satyr Horn that has been ravaging a small village known as Eastcliff. They aren't too strong from reports leading me to believe that this will be somewhat of a cakewalk. The people insist that we stop them. I trust you guys don't mind beating up a Dark Guild. If you want, you can go get whatever you think you'll need for this and just meet me at the edge of town."

Damon's mind wandered a bit at what they could possibly encounter on the mission. It wasn't everyday that a mission to stop a Dark Guild was brought forward. He could only imagine the amount of things that could go wrong. They'd need Blanche at the least to be on her A game. Damon had faith in everyone on the team but Blanche was conveniently the strongest person on the team. Definitely guaranteed insurance on the mission running smoothly. "Or if you guys want then you can wait here with me. Your choice."

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Taka Shirokawa

Taka looked over at Ira who asked ask where they were going to go to get something to eat, she then stopped as she turned towards him. She breathed in slowly, and the same for exhaling as she looked up at him. "There's a cafe that I really enjoy..." Taka said as a small blush had starting to form on her small face, starting to look away to the side slightly. "It has nice food that you can order, so... let's go?" Taka said as she started to lead the way for both of them, turning around a couple of corners to arrive at somewhat of a casual restaurant. She tried the other restaurants that were around the area, but the taste of them was far too rich for her mouth.

"Here we are, I enjoy the food here so don't bag on it." Taka did her usual tsundere glare for a second before waiting for her dates response.

Alexandre Cross

-El@Eklispe

Alexandre smiled kindly at the arriving Bristlebane, he then looked back to Damon who had started to talk to them, explaining the current plan that was about to unfold. Interesting, I've heard of that Dark Guild in my travels. Alexandre had thought to himself as he listened, he then closed his eyes and nodded before opening them back up again. "Understood. I will wait with you my friend, I am already prepared for the job." Alexandre said as he had packed tablets and medical supplies for himself, in case his blood supply of himself had started to get dangerous. He looked into his bag to look at the rest, it was just regular food items for him to share with the team.

My first job? Then I will know about the many friendships of guilds.

[Assistant]
Bristlebane: ->Guild Hall

Bristlebane grinned and nodded: beating up a dark guild sounded kind of fun. He hadn't gotten to beat up anything in a while, well besides that one piñata. "Alright, guess we're all ready to g-" he paused in his speech. He couldn't remember where his blanket was, he never went to sleep without his blanket. A brief check of the pockets in which he commonly kept it revealed nothing. "Be right back squad, I gotta go get something.... very important. Yes." Bristlebane said cryptically and quickly set off at a dead sprint for the guild hall, the only logical location for it, with his cloak flourishing out behind him majestically. Unless someone had managed to steal it his blanket, then it wouldn't be in the guild hall. Nah. He made it into the Guild Hall and promptly began searching everywhere he could think of for it, and some places he couldn't.

@Kal-El

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Ira Amaterasu

 " Hahaha. Bag on it? I'm sorry if I give off the impression of some spoiled brat, but I'm not. Just seems I ran into a lot of money early in life. I'm sure the food will be wonderful if you would eat it. Let's go get a table." Ira and Taka walked into the small cafe. It was filled with soothing aromas and the smell of food cooked from the soul.

 " Table for two please. The best one you have." , Ira said as they were confronted by a waiter.  "Right this way sir and ma'am."  They were escorted to sitting in the back of the cafe. It was perfect, from the lighting to the type of mood it gave off. Ira pulled out a chair and offered the lady a sit. Upon sitting down he asked her,  " Sooo, after all that has happened, how does a guy like me still end up on a date with a girl like you?"

[Assistant]
"Would you like any help on this mission of yours, Kuroko? I know I'm not at a hundred percent, but this job sounds simple enough that you and me could handle it with marginal difficulty. It'd be even easier if anyone else joins in, but that'd just be overkill, though that might be just what these assholes need." Aiden face soured as he turned his thoughts to the town that was currently being occupied by a bunch of thugs. "It's people like this that put shame to all mages, so let's show him what the Wizards of Fiore do to losers thinking they can take advantage if defenseless villagers, yeah, Pencil Wizard?"

The Winter Spirit was going to respond to Aiden, until he glances over at the team forming up, with the head being Damon. Right on the wall next to them, was in fact the same job as they were going to partake. He wanted to go at them and say he called dibs first, but was not in the mood for dealing with them. He makes a defeated sigh as he crumples the paper up.

"That team got dibs on it first apparently..." Kuroku answers finally, "I don't feel like arguing with them so I'm just going to let them do it."

He throws away the paper and continues looking at the guild board. Suddenly, he spots yet another mission. One that he hasn't seen before. He plucks it off the board and reads it slowly.

Subdue Red n' Blu!

Reward:
20,000 J

Location:
Clover Town

Talk about bitter rivals! Clover is already beginning to take a beating as two mages, one fire and one water, are duking it out over here, and no mage is available or willing to subdue them! No matter how hard we tried, they just won't budge, and already they've damaged/destroyed a few buildings! And we're only talking about 2 hours STRAIGHT! We're desperate for at least two mages to come over and subdue them so we can separate the fight and save the town. Please come IMMEDIATELY ONCE YOU READ THIS!" - Mayor of Clover Town

"Hmmm..." Kuro thinks as he turns to Aiden, "I think I have an idea on our substitute mission."

He hands Aiden the job request for him to read as he hears Nigel come into the guild hall. A smile forms on his face as he greets him.

"Nigel ole pal!" he shouts back, "It's good to see ya! How'e everything?"


[System]
Photo:
Age : 17
Gender: Male
Abilities: Chen utilises what many call The Tarot Deck. It is a set of spells that were thought to be lost after the fall of Babylon. Each spell has unique properties and can be used in conjunction with one another. Some spells are too strong for Chen to use at the moment and will kill him if used improperly.
The Fool: At the moment it just deactivates Chen's magic but when mastered it can turn off enemy magic as well.
The Magician: Allows control of Wind Magic. The user can create harsh winds and live without air for hours at a time. When mastered the user can create winds of Category 5 Hurricanes and stronger and user will no longer need to breathe to live.
The High Priestess: Allows analysis of enemy magic and enemy, at the moment it only tells the basic nature of said magic and basic information about the enemy. When mastered it can tell the user everything there is to know about the spell and target, spells analyzed will be copied and usable by the user within seconds.
The Empress: Allows control of Ice magic, the user can only create basic icicles and weapons made of Ice, when mastered can create deadly snowstorms and can change the weather of entire states.
The Emperor: Cannot be harnessed at the moment, when mastered can allow user to control entire armies with mind control.
The Hierophant: Complete Photographic memory, but only if you make sure to pay attention. When mastered, the user can recall any detail from any memory they have and forgetfulness will never be a problem again. Is always on to a degree causing a miniscule drain of Magic at all times.
The Lovers: Allows healing of wounds in ranging from cuts to broken bones. When mastered, a lost limb will mean nothing as it grows back before your very eyes.
The Chariot: Allows flight, when mastered light will barely be able to keep up with you.
The Strength: Increases physical strength and speed to Olympic athletes levels. When mastered, allows users to lift entire buildings easily and Sprint distances of entire states without breaking a sweat.
The Hermit: Allows Teleportation to an extent. The user can teleport distances of less than a mile, th teleportation itself involves the user dissolving into "something" (User can choose what said something is) and then reforming in a new location. When mastered, user can teleport between dimensions and planets in the blink of an eye and can weaponize the teleportation by teleporting into a foe.
The Fortune: Unusable at the moment, when mastered can let the user bend the universe's probability to his will and in essence, make him lucky or an opponent very unlucky.
The Justice: Allows use of Light Magic, at the moment the user can only create bright lights and harm minor demons. When mastered, the user can create an avatar of Light as an armor and fight within it. Cannot be used in conjunction with The Devil.
The Hanged Man: Unusable at the moment. When mastered can allow resurrection from Death. Seriously.
The Death: The user can cause rotting of objects and people to an extent. When mastered it allows the user to kill with touch and make a building rot away in the space of seconds.
The Temperance: Allows equalization of Magic levels when user and target are close enough in power ranges. When mastered can let the user become equal to anyone.
The Devil: Uncontrollable at the moment. Allows the user to channel Dark energy from what the Babylonians believed to be Lucifer. No information available on what can be done when mastered as nobody has mastered it. When control is lost, demons possess the user and use them to do... unspeakable acts.
The Tower: Allows control of Lightning Magic. At the moment can only generate minor amounts of electricity, when mastered can let the user create powerful thunderstorms and produce electricity for entire states.
The Star: Allows user to control emotions to an extent. If the user wants to make someone happy if they're a little bummed out than he can. When mastered can cure depression, make enemies erupt into tears for no reason whatsoever and become paralyzed with fear in the midst of battle.
The Moon: Allows user to turn invisible. When mastered the user can mask his magic to make himself completely undetectable.
The Sun: Allows user to create fireballs and control fire to an extent. When mastered, the user can make the sun feel like a candle on the verge of being blown out.
The Judgement: Setup for The World. Requires target to be immobilized and a one hour chant to begin The World.
The World: Unknown, all that is known is that Babylon would still be standing if not for the use of The World. Use of this spell kills the user no matter what.
Personality : Chen can come off as a sarcastic jerk, a man who hates rules being broken, a narcissistic nihilist, but under all of that is a guy who would do anything to protect those he finds important.
History: Chen is the heir to the Alon legacy, the Alon's are famous for their revolutionary potion making techniques and willingness to sell said potions at a low cost. If you've bought a potion, it was probably made in a Alon factory. As such he is quite rich and is more than willing to spend that money. Unfortunately in order to gain that money his parents had to die. It was a warm August afternoon when radicals bombed the Alon headquarters and killed his mother and father. Since then he has changed his name and traveled the world in an attempt to quote on quote "find himself". In his travels he found the lost city of Babylon and discovered a branch of Magic thought to be lost, The Tarot Deck. He currently can only utilise certain parts of it but when full potential is unlocked a master of this magic can change reality (To a certain degree). He recently entered the Academy.
Other: Is quite sensitive about his height. 5"3 feet tall.

[User]
Apollo nodded as he attempted to ignore the Aura. He then looked up at the stage. The other two semeed quite interesting, also the man in the back and to the front of him, was it Chen and Sloth..yes they were very interesting to him. Apollo then looked at Agatha. "As a matter of fact yes I do...Also, Pendragon? As Arthur Pendragon? Or no relation?"

Just as he finished asking the question, Agni walked past him he felt a burning sensation in his chest, making his Aura flicker in many colors, that was the sword Ascalon wanting to get out. He started sweating but stayed calm and collected.

[Assistant]
Azrael was slightly unnerved by the spectacle Chen had made of himself, why had he seemed in such pain? He positively jumped out of his own skin when Kenney had fired into the air. He'd never heard such a loud sound outside of thunder and the roar of a dragon! Once his heart had resumed its normal pace, he noticed Chen approaching him. Oddly enough, the boy's eyes seemed to be a different color as well. "What magic would do that?" Azrael thought to himself.

He stood when Chen stopped and said that he would enjoy fighting Azrael! What could make the students so hostile? The boy wasn't sure if the challenge was made in malice or competitive spirit so he answered. "Well yes, I did on request from my Masters and my own wishes... but why do we have to fight?.. Chen, right? I hope that we can be friends, since I see only strangers." Azrael took a step forward, bridging the gap between the two enough to offer his hand for a greeting. Commune with the Spirits had always taught him manners and respect, yet this boy made his hackles rise like a rabid mountain lion would. Chen thirsted for combat and Azrael could practically smell it. Yet, a want for confrontation meant he was sure of his abilities and therefore more powerful than the usual student. Az could learn from such a person.

[User] The movement of Kieran's former headrest had him flop over onto the chairs, the stirring woke him as he sat back up in the chair and yawned, stretching his arms up as he did. He rubbed his eyes and looked around seeing that everyone was mingling. while there was still time to make an introduction he didn't want to draw any attention to himself and figured there'd be time for that later so he got up out of his chair and walked over to a side wall. He took out one of his sword handles as a straight blade formed on it, he then leaned on the wall and propped himself up with the sword to keep from falling over as he tried to keep himself awake.

[Assistant]
"There is a distant ancestor by the name of Arthur Pendragon who was a king and his father Uther Pendragon. Arthur would be my 3 great grandfather and Uther would be my 4 great grandfather. I am not at all sure about the amount of greats since they are so distant.
What about your family? Apollo is a god and so was Eros. There must be an interesting story behind your name." Agatha spoke calmly. She no longer had an aura surrounding her body.

[User] Flare (Agni) went and sat not too far from everyone, but not too close at the same time. He saw how Chen fell upon a gaze at him and predicted that it was thanks to Undefined Fate, his weapon. Since it was made by a Technomage, it was made with Data, so many numbers and other symbols could be inside the eight cards. He excluded that it were his dark fire, since he left his position as a Devil Lord for a while. Still, Flare took the cars out of his pocket and started to play with them in the air, while paying attention at the rest of the introductions.

[Assistant] Aleksa slowly started to relax until the next person up brandished a gun from thin air 'keep an eye on him' she thought to herself as he walked off the stage. When he was off it she began to relax again, feeling the individual magical energies in her body meld into one and her aura, which is usually focused and coiled tightly around her, began to run wild lashing out at those who it deemed "weak". After a few minutes of this Aleksandra reeled it back in having forgotten about the fact that it did this, Her aura acts like this because she was exposed to beast blood early in her childhood and the fact that her mother had been a guard for her village which meant she was constantly covered in it even while pregnant with Aleksandra didnt help the case. Her aura is similar to that of multiple mountain beasts rolled into one and acts like it too though Aleksandra has never seen her own. Aleksa focused on the students in the room and how they were moving around the area without letting the introductions finish "everybody should just sit down" she said to herself.

[User] Apollo frowned and looked downwards. His aura color turned gray. She just touched a theme that he would rather not speak of. "My real fater Merli- uhh, Merlot had a specific way of picking names for his children..." He lied, about the name of his father and about his name. There was more behind it. He then quickly drew Miss Agatha and gave her the drawing, as a sign of friendship. That was his way of showing it. He began twirling his fingers, trying to make the leftover pain go away. But then more pain came, all of this pain would be unbearable to anyone else. More people, and their Auras lashing out and such.

[Assistant]
"Yeah... I know what you mean about names. I am the only person outside of my family who has two last names.........." Agatha spoke in a near whisper as a small blue cloud began to form over head.
"Parents simply don't think about how it affects the children. It was a decision that they made for the child and the child grows up either hating the whole name or at least a part of it. It just doesn't seem fair somehow." Agatha spoke of her own dislike of having two last names not knowing about Apollo's family at all.
When Apollo gave her the picture that he drew of Agatha, the cloud disappeared and a soft warmth flowed from Agatha and her Aura began to shine around her in a soft yellow haze.

"Apollo, this is a beautiful picture! It is like looking in a mirror but a bit prettier. You are very talented. Thank you very much......" Agatha spoke as she gazed at the picture.

[User]
Apollo just nodded and nodded to Agatha's response. Even though some of it was unrelated to what he had said. He then saw her expression, cheering up people sometimes was worth it. "Thanks.. Drawing is like this hobby of mine, and my way of communicating some times..." He said, containing his pain. He then jumped up spontaneously, like if he was a different person.
"Oh! Now that is fascinating, complete recovery from all of that, only that the aftershocks are still in place."
He began to stretch his arms like if he had just come out of a cocoon. He then looked at Agatha,"Right, Miss Agatha, I see he already gave you a picture...Well allow me to introduce myself, I'm Apollo's alternate Personality,You can call me Ephilates, I am the opposite of Apollo." He then looked around the room and sat down.

"Whew, wow, now I see why Apollo was overwhelmed, i'll just leave this to him, Nice to meet you Miss Agatha." Ephilates said as Apollo's eyes went from purple to blue.

"Oh god, please dont tell me you met him...Ephilates, My Split Personality..." Apollo said in embarassment.

[Assistant]
Arcadius sat in the corner of the room studying his massive grimore. He'd look up momentarily when someone decided to trudge up to the podium and introduce themselves, then there was the man with the gun. Startling him he dropped the book, a rather loud whump followed after. He'd moved his feet out of the way in time at least...

He stood and picked it back up, now would be as good a time as any to introduce himself. He sighed and weaved through the crowd. He made his way to the podium and dropped his book on it in an effort to get peoples attention, if he was going to bother taking time from his reading people had better listen.

Clearing his throat he spoke, "My name is Arcadius Innocenti, four year student, perhaps you have heard of my family. My father Ulric Innocenti being one of the most well known in my family, adding around a hundred pages to the family grimore..."

"Well...now is not the time nor the place for family history, and I doubt any of you are interested. I'll make the ending brief. Don't interrupt me when I'm reading and don't try to steal my Grimore if you value your life."

Finishing with a bow he retrieved his staff and book and walked back to his seat. He absent-mindedly resumed reading its pages, he could tell several of the new students had potential.

[User] Chen smiled and shook Azrael's hand. "Do you not know the rules of the school? You must not have gotten the syllabus. I want to fight, because I want to lead." Chen quickly explained the rules of the school, including the ranking system. He was then interrupted by some dude firing a loaded gun into the air. He quickly prepared to Activate The Sun, but calmed down once he saw it was just some guy. He had some sort of Equip Magic it appeared. Unique in comparison to the other powers he's been seeing. Chen then turned back to Azrael. "We'll be good friends I'm sure." He nodded and sat down.


[System]
Race: Human (Ra'Sheek)
Sex: Male
Age: 30
Class/Career: Rogue/Skirmisher/Independent but Honorable Thief
Weapons:
* Long Sword
* A bow
* A clip point knife

Physical Description: A dark skinned man standing at about five foot seven. His black hair had been braided into long thin ropes that hang just a way past his shoulders. They are tied together near his scalp with a red band. And while he definitely has the strength of and body of an acrobat, the exact definition of his muscles aren't sculpted, but are covered with a thin layer of fat giving him a smoother appearance until they need to flex.

His eyes are brown, and the skin on the palm of his hands are quite rugged from his everyday hard work of just surviving day to day as a thief.

Armor: A well fitting leather vest made of soft flexible leather with an internal lining of metal plates and a few layers of linen that protects his torso. Complete with Pauldrons. The layer of linen continues up past the collar to form a cowl. Two clips on either side of the hood pulls some of it back towards the back to return some of the peripheral to the wearer.
Leather bracers on his fore arms, and hardened sections supplemented with a plate on the front his thighs.

Equipment
* Sharpening stone + oil
* 25 Standard Arrows
* 5 Igniting Arrows
* Thieving tool kit
* Rope with grapple-hook.
* Two Agony Grenades
* Bandages
* Caltrops
* Bag of Dirt
* A masterfully made bronze mask that looks like a jackal's head.

Mental Description/Personality:

Jackal in just a few words could be described as a both a clever and optimistic free spirited man. It doesn't sound right for a thief, but it definitely is who he is. So... armed with a devil may care smile, and a heaping pool of sarcasm and humor he can tackle any bleak, dreadful day without a bat of an eye.

Many would assume that this is all an act. But rest assured it is not. However, do not think that means that he is caring. A hungry wolf could be as caring if it spots a lone vagabond stalking through the woods. He's the sort of man who chooses his friends carefully, and come no tide or hell will he ever betray them or leave them behind. The rest, however, can go to hell as far as he's concerned.

But that does bring into question one thing that makes this independent thief so strange compared to all others. Honor. And strangely he's a thief that takes honor seriously… to a degree. When he gives his word, he means it. Should you feel he is lying, he's not. If you fear a knife in the back, it won't be his. And if you're worried about him running off with your share of the loot, don't worry about it.

Goals: He stole to survive, and he's done with that. He seeks adventure, and a challenge. A little profit wouldn't hurt, but to a well practiced thief anyone's pockets are his pockets.

Background/History:
Growing up in a Ra'Sheekan City as a lower class member is definitely a bastard of an achievement on it's own right. If you're not having problems with water, your neighbor, landlord, or debt, you were definitely having problems with the upper class members and of course the Rogue Guilds.

In his early years of life, he began stealing. It started off as simple things; apples, bread, and fish. Then it grew into more impressive things. Coin purses, books, and tools. And heck, he was good at it. If he was caught he was a quick kid. He'd dart through the crowd and weave through the masses to give his pursuers a slip.

He's a self-taught man in his adolescent years. Not only was he wise in the ways of the streets, and the underworld. But knowledgeable from all the books he had stolen and accumulated over the years. And yes, he did read them.

And those years marked the start of his career

He declined many offers from the guilds to join their ranks, and instead opted to remain a freelance thief by contract. The Jackal, a moniker he earned from a stolen mask, was known for being a thief of his word… no matter how high the costs or bounty a heist may produce. He got in quietly, stole, planted evidence, or even kidnapped if hired to. The fates of those that needed to disappear are as sure as anyone who was captured by a Gnoll. Because… well… he was actually friendly and quite welcome with the local Gnoll tribes thanks to his mask.

But then the danger wasn't enough. He began training in the way of the sword and bow and joining the underground fights. He managed to get himself torn up pretty badly leaving many scars on his body after many fights. And in some cases he barely won. But through those fights he began pick up tricks. And the fights grew more decisive with time.

But… that wasn't good enough for the thrill seeker, and lover of a good challenge. He turned his back on his old city, and left for the life of a mercenary. A decision he had yet to regret.

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NOTE:
Agony Grenade is similar to a smoke bomb. But it's not something you want to conceal in. It's a vicious grenade that makes a cloud of ground glass, pepper, poison oak, and irritant designed to attack the eyes, mouth, and nostrils as well as open wounds.

[User]
Rook gazed levelly at the massive walls before him, taking a characteristically long swig from his flask as he did so. The walls of Starkvale were, of course, an impressive sight to the gent rapidly approaching them, his shorter stature offset by long, brisk strides that seemed to propel him as though some unseen wind carried him forth. A plethora of smells assailed Rook's nose as his increasingly agitated pace brought him nearer to the cobbled together village below Starkvale's walls. The scents of sausages, stews, eggs, potatoes, and all manner of food in various states of doneness wafted straight to Rook from the cook fires scattered about the town, as if directly challenging the conspicuously empty state of his own stomach; The last of Rook's rations had dwindled to naught the morning of the previous day, when he decided to prioritize reaching Starkvale over foraging for an extra meal.

What Rook could only hope, was that he would be able to find work with one of the guilds that he knew existed on the other side of those tall, looming walls. While Carver's Bastion wasn't entirely cut off from the world, the travelers Rook encountered whilst heading north had reported the formation of a new guild when inquired upon, shedding new light on Rook's likely outdated information on the city. This new guild, which was as of yet unnamed, as far as he could tell, seemed as good a place to start as any. So, when Rook at least reached the gates beyond the infernal maze of breakfast before them, that's exactly what he explained to the sergeant that would be his ticket into the city.

The sergeant, to his credit, made no indication beyond his genetically predisposed hatred of mercenaries that Rook appeared to be yet another drop in the endless tide of sellswords seeking access to Starkvale. "Work," The man began slowly, as if tasting the word, before finally spitting it out harshly. Clearly he tasted something he found unsavory. "You're a sellsword. Sellsword don't work. Sellswords are government sanctioned criminals that don't belong inside this city. However-"

"You're going to let me in anyways?" Rook peered up at the ill-tempered sergeant, an eyebrow raised in boredom. "I didn't come here to swap philosophies until we're both blue in the face. I want to get into your fucking city so I can start calling it my fucking city. So where the hell's my escort?" The sergeant's eyes narrowed down at Rook as his lips pressed into a thin line.

"Welcome to Starkvale, now get the hell out of my sight!"

Once the pair of guardsmen and the "government sanctioned criminal" they were assigned to escort arrived at the guild hall, the former peeled away, likely to return to their posts at the gate. The latter, however, had other plans. Striding past the confused drabarian mucking about in the street, Rook approached the three figures standing just within the confines of the hall. He nodded respectfully at all three, a shorter woman beside what Rook considered to be a hulking man, and a bejeweled chap. Flitting his gaze easily between them as he spoke, Rook introduced himself. "Rook Lassa, new to Starkvale. I'm also new to mercenary work, but not to combat."

[Assistant]
It seemed on the bounty board, there was a Troll in need of slaying. It had kidnapped and eaten a man in his late thirties who's family can no longer provide for itself effectively. This bounty was appointed by the man's brother. 20 Gold for the Troll's head. If anyone was interested, meet the man at midday any day for the next week at the northern gate.

The Captain of the Outfit leaned casually against the door with his arms crossed and one foot raised against the doorway, and gave a nod to Allard as the man approached. "Good to see you up," he told him. "I'll be heading around the town to look for some items to help out in killing whatever is trying to steal from Lord Pembrook. You coming with me?" Kayden's question was cut off when Lis headed down the steps, her expression making it clear she wasn't in the mood for any kind of shit, even moreso than usual. Kayden gave her a pleasant smile from her greeting, but turned his head at the mention someone was watching them.

In fact it was a few someone's. The Drabarian was there first, a creature that would stick out like a sore thumb anywhere. The Guards escorted two more men in just to where the Drabarian stood, looking as if they were dumping off filth that they could sorely do without. They pointed them at the Guildhall, and called to Kayden. "They're your problem now!" The said. Kayden raised an eyebrow and replied. "Get going or you'll have problems of your own."

The Captain used his upraised foot to push him off the doorward and stand tall. "Are you looking to join up with us?" he called to the new recruits. "If so, speak up. We were just leaving and have little time to tarry." Kayden had a way of switching between casual and commanding in one swift moment, his tone changing smoothly. Even his posture, all without making it evident. Rook, Leon, and Othiyosia would see a large and in charge, burly Khalahar standing next to the dashing and slim Borderman, and just beside them was a surly Dwarfish lass. Kayden gave a grin and a nod to Rook when the man introduced himself and said he knew combat but not the Mercenary life. "Well, that's a start." he joked.

Even through multiple walls and the commotion of the streets, the companions at the fore of the Guildhall could hear the racket made by Hobnob and his crew in the backyard. Virgil the Veteran finished smoking his pipe, and mounted his charger as Hobnob worked on his contraption. "Hope you know what you're doing," Virgil said in his customary drawl. "Way things looks, we'll need all the help we can get." With that, Virgil began to head out the back fence gate.
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[User]
Ah… luck would definitely have it for a thief to walk in at the most inopportune point in his life. Maybe he's just being paranoid. The kind of nervous jitters you get when you're about to get a new job… and you're staring down four-hundred pounds of pure Drabarian beef cake. Well the beef cake thing is just a saying, but you could understand if you were in that situation. The thief was in that situation at some point in his life, but he didn't have a nervous spark.

No… probably what set that off was walking in just when a short stock dwarf, whom he could only assume the captain, had openly announced that his intention was to kill a thief. Now to be fair… the dwarf did say to kill 'whatever'. It doesn't necessarily mean a thief. It could just be a some brooding dragon driven insane by the pheromones in the air and is in the rush to quickly build a hoard to impress the ladies. Would that label the dragon a thief? Or a pragmatist? Possibly pragmatist as the dragon definitely wasn't trying to be discrete about it.

So in theory… he should be safe! Not really. Curse his honesty. But he came all this way. Might as well get the introductions out of the way, and be prepared for a firm boot to be hung deep in his mudhole and sent out the gates.

"Ah! Hello hello~," The Jackal chimmed as he gave the captain a polite bow. A bit unnecessary in the circumstance, but it was a code of his professional ethics! As were the up coming bit!

"I am Leon. Many usually just refers to me as 'Jackal'. I am an ex-thief. A professional if you were, with a healthy code of honor and ethics. Turned merc oh some year or two a ways a back back." His words rolled off of his tongue. He paused for a moment with his lips pursing.

"Should note that I still firmly follow those codes. It'd be an honor to add my hands and blade to your ranks."


[System]
Age: 93
Gender: Female
Species: Elf
Looks: Assallya is exceedingly lovely blonde elven girl with a heart shaped face, tapered chin and azure eyes.
Personality: Outwardly friendly, Assallya is a vicious, petty, cowardly wench.
Skills: Enchantments, Poisons, Carousing, Disguise

[User] Mira sighed slightly, approaching the inn. She looked at her arm which had a few scrapes on it. "Huh... wondered when that happened..." she kinda muttered to herself as she entered the inn. She was clearly ready to just to rest, gamble, and drink a bit. She slightly hummed to herself as she sat down at one of the tables.

[Assistant]
A small imp slunk from one alleyway to another peering around each street. It was dressed in what appeared to be child sized clothing with a small sack tied to it's belt line. It chirped and hissed as a few people paused briefly to catch a glimpse of the creature, but only for a moment as it poofed into black shimmering smoke to reappear a distance down the street out of sight. Reaching into it's sack an produced a glowing red and purple stone that looked glassy in nature. The imp began speaking in a language that sounded like a mix of growls and whimpers, the stone made a harsh but low toned hum in response. The imp scrunched his face in a look of disappointment as he walked to the door of an Inn and transported himself inside.

The inn was warm in atmosphere and had already a fair amount of people there, many of which scarcely noticed the imp arrive. The imp found an open area near the bar where a few people had now began to look at him with a mix of drunken disbelief and genuine interest. The imp placed the stone from before on the floor, cut his palm to drop some blood on the stone, and took a few steps back. The entire time he was preparing this the stone was continuing to utter harsh humming sounds. This unsettled a few of the patrons who has began to step back as the stone began to rattle on the floor for a short time before it poofed into a large cloud of that black smoke from before. The smoke was gone almost as quickly as it came and in it's place Travis stood with an angry expression on his face, a bloody dagger in one hand and an amulet in the other.
"Chester!" Travis exclaimed hands still raised as if he was in the middle of preforming a ritual. "Do you know how long it took me to get that Owlbear to roll on it's back for me?" He stared intensely at the imp who began speaking in whimpers.
"I told you, not tonight; but now I am here so..." Travis sat at a stool at the bar without dropping a beat as if this was a regular occurrence for him, and handed the amulet and knife to the imp who grabbed them then promptly disappeared.
"Sure, just leave I guess? Port please!" He said as he waved to the bar tender.

[User] Mira sighed, already into her first stein of light ale. She glanced over at Travis with a slight intrigue in her eyes before leaning back in her chair. "I guess he's not the strangest person here... I mean I don't think many people have seen a moon elf before." Mira glanced around noticing various patrons staring at her and she let off an annoyed sigh.

[Assistant]
The scent in the air tonight was simply heavenly. It was Cointooth's favorite smell. The smell of money becoming very slippery. The fine folks sitting in this small, squat, cobblestone building and slowly drinking themselves into a stupor brought a wide grin to the Goblin's face.

He was short. He was unassuming. His broad hat covered most of his head. He was old and hobbled, and peered out at the world over a pair of darkened glasses that might suggest to some that he was blind. This was not the case, however. He simply liked how they looked.

From between his sharp teeth dangled an ornate pipe, made from a dark wood inlaid with a rod of ivory that had been engraved and given tasteful treatments of gold leaf. Cointooth took a pull from his pipe, and royal blue smoke soon streamed down from his nostrils, filling the air around him with a smell like sour apples and lye.

But, despite all this, what usually got the most questions was Cointooth's namesake. His left canine tooth had fallen out at an early age. He needed a suitable replacement, and in due time came across a shattered gold coin, still in fairly good condition aside from being sundered. So, with a bit of clever grinding and some very painful surgery performed with a mallet and a steady hand, Cointooth acquired his namesake. A namesake that still bore most of the original image.

Cointooth sat at a highly visible chair, his backpack full of wares beside him, and mostly listened... listening to hear anyone discussing needs he might just be able to relieve...

[User]
Once again the request came for the blonde elven dancing girl to dance upon the table. She wasn't in the mood. Sloughing through dungeons was not her favourite endeavour but her group demanded her presence. She vastly preferred her adventures within city walls but had to admit dungeons definitely were better than traipsing about in forests and fields. While she was an elf she simply abhorred all things of nature.

Sipping at her honeyed mead she sighed softly and viewed the patrons. She, herself, was a luminous beauty. Her pointed chin and sculpted cheekbones drew the eye as did the radiance of her tresses. The golden hair glimmered in the firelight of the hearth.

"Wench!" Assallya called out, revelling in the demeaning rudeness, "Where are my potatoes! How long does it take to chop up some tubers and slather them in cheese?"