[System]
Age: 19 years old

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Personality: Lydia was a sickly child, having difficulties with making friends who were willing to stick around long enough to deal with her constant trips to the doctors. She is also very overprotective over her brother and those she cares about dearly. She cannot see people get hurt, even if they're her enemy. If you're someone to be trusted, Lydia will be very loyal to you.

Appearance:

Skills: Lydia, being a medical student, cannot hurt anyone even if they're in their zombied state. This is why she chooses long-ranged weapons (bow and arrows or guns), so she can keep a distance between them as she kills them. She also has been studying medicine long enough to be able to deal with minor injuries and illnessess.

Biography: Lydia was always a sick child when she was younger, having to go to hospital and visit doctors was part of her daily life. It was because of this that she was motivated to become a doctor, to help others the way she was helped. Her little brother came when Lydia was in fourth grade, and she became overprotective of the younger child. Lydia was in her first year studying medicine when the virus breakout was announced. Many of the students around her fled while she grabbed as much medicine as she could from the hospital she was studying at before escaping to look for her younger brother, who was long gone from his middle school by the time she arrived. Now, with her brother missing, parents killed and zombies walking around, Lydia's main objective is to look for her brother and to protect him - since he's the only family she has left.

Motive: To look for her brother and to protect him.

[User] Lydia took one step closer, her grip not faltering as she tried to assess the situation. She didn't know whether it was worth it to try and scavenge for more food inside Walmart, seeing as the two guys were already here. Plus, she didn't want to run into any more of the walkers. "How many of you are there?" She asked, unsure if there were survivors hidden within the store.

[Assistant]
Noise, the bane of any survivor. If there is one thing Mies knew would attract the undead was un-patterned and loud noises. They drew to it like moths to a flame. The time for a leisurely stroll through the Wallmart had now past.
But not all things where misfortune though. Sound means people and people means more hands to gather resources, if there was time and will.

Stepping though the broken door Mies saw two men and one woman standing. He looked at them for just a moment and then spoke (in an irritated tone): "Though I am pleased to meet three of the living (and probably a few more here and there), we are low on time. Unliving company is now on the way and we need things so we can not join them."

Mies closed his eyes for just one second. Though he had never stepped into this Wallmart, he had stepped into Four others. In his mind the combined the layouts, averaged the positions of various departments and finalised it. He opened his eye and said: "I estimate that Food-stuffs is 15 aisles that way, Camping equipment 5 aisles that way, and 9 aisles that way to the gun section. I am heading for the food. Care to join me? I know a way out not crowed by our unfriends."

[User] Lydia looked at the newcomer, instinct screaming for her to run away and hide under some rock till she either died or somehow the whole apocalypse was over and done with. Instead, she lowered her bow ever so slightly as she entered the building, careful not to step on the broken glass as she walked past the first two men. "I just need some food before I can be on my way." She said, "but try anything and my arrow will be in your eye." She frowned. She had never threatened someone before, and she was sure that her voice made it obvious so, but she kept hold of her weapon, ready to fire if necessary. She may have been one to protect others, but her main objective was to save herself long enough to find her brother.

[Assistant]
Ved
He had stood silently throught the entire encounter, keeping an eye on the woman with the bow. As the second newcomer came and began barking suggestions, he growled silently to himself. He was an Anarchist and a Socialist, meaning that authority did not exsist, nor did seperation. Everything was done by the people
as a whole, or it didn't happen at all.

Walking near Lydia, he turned to her, grabbing her bow and chucked it in a solid motion, then as if nothing happened and continued walking. He through it far enough that if she drew it on him, he would have enough time to round a corner into an aisle before the arrow was even fired.
"Threaten me again, and you'll find yourself looking like one of the Infected back there."
He said with a chuckle, knowing that he would likely be capable of it. He knew the others were intimidated, not many people can survive that number of infected with an automatic rifle, let alone with a pair of brass knuckles and fist knives.

[User] Lydia, first startled blinked as her weapon clattered to the ground. Next, she found herself getting angry, "what the hell, you ass!" She hissed, "I wasn't even talking to you, so that was uncalled for." She went over to pick up her weapon, but rather than shooting him with the arrow like she wanted to, she walked in the direction of the newcomer, passing him without another words as she walked towards the food aisle.

[Assistant]
Mies Thought: 'Aggressive, violent, self sufficient. He will do well in this world. The girl though, She is missing something, seeking...'

"Wait for me young lady, four hands are better than two." Mies said beginning to follow the woman. He looked back to the young man now standing alone.

[User] Lydia chose to slow down, however she didn't bother looking back as she took her time observing the aisles around her. She kept her attention on her surroundings instead. If there were about two dozen undead - now dead - just sitting by the entrance, Lydia was sure that there would be a couple of stragglers around somewhere.

[Assistant] As Kousei continued down past the various aisles he could faintly hear some footsteps getting closer and closer to his location. One thing immediately popped into his mind and it was that it was either going to be friend or foe. He gripped his left hand tighter around his bow and continued to quietly move along. He did his best to tighten up his bag to his body to ensure it would not rattle around too much, he did not want the sound of the various canned foods in his bag attracting the undead and survivors.「I hope on everything the footsteps are friendly...」

[User]
Finn had watched the exchange between Ved and the two strangers in silence. About half way through it, he sheepishly put his hands down. The girl started walking off, but threatened them as she did.

Bad idea... Finn thought, and then flinched as Ved grabbed her bow and threw it. During the next exchange, as the next stranger followed, Finn slowly knelt down and picked up his measly kitchen knife.

Now he had a decision to make. Stay with the man who saved his life, but did seem to be a psycho, or follow two complete strangers with the promise of food. Finn looked back and forth at his options before making up his mind.

Finn turned to Ved, "Thank you so much for saving my life and all, but I think I'm gonna follow them. Cause y'know, I really need food and all..." Finn took a sheepish step away.

 Also, you kinda scare me shitless...

[Assistant] Lydia carefully stepped down the aisles, peeking at each with curiosity and caution. Even if she didn't find any food, she at least needed some water or she would surely be dead by the end of the week. She was already feeling the physical effects of mild dehydration; chapped lips and dry skin. "I'm guessing we're all strangers here." She said, to no one in particular.

[User]
Finn caught up with the two strangers, just in time to catch what the girl had said.

"Errr... Yeah," Finn replied, unsure if he should, "I guess... Err... I'm Finn." He silently kicked himself for sounding like such an idiot. He knew that in the apocalypse you needed to be strong, or be left behind.

[Assistant]
Ved
"Good luck surviving with that knife and those pansies."
He called after him with a soft chuckle, his boots thumping as he walked down to the sports section, searching for a tin of boot polish and a baseball bat. He'd do good to have a weapon that would but a few feet between him abd the undead, he came close to getting bit before.

As he searched, he encountered a pile of remains, presumably human remains, on the floor, some of the half eaten and others untouched. He knew what that meant, that horde of undead earlier wasn't the enire pupulation of infected at this location. He slipped his hands into his flight jacket pockets, slipping the brass knuckles over his fingers in preperation.

[User]
Now we are three, with no time to truly evaluate his new companions Mies focused on finding food and supplies. Slowly walking and checking each aisle. It was dark but there was just enough light to see shapes. Far down each aisle movement could be seen, but nothing rushed them.

Finally they came upon a canned food section. With a calm and curious approach, Mies stepped into the aisle and picked up one of the sparse choices laying about. 'Big Boy's Chillie' the can read. He put it into his bag and continued down the aisle with his companions.

[Assistant]
It had been quite a journey from the most rural areas of the state, to get into the city. Joseph and Winifred had survived for as long as they could with what was left over in his farm house. But when the undead eventually overran it, it was a testimony that no where was safe. Not the city, not the farm land. Earlier on, the two had agreed that they would not enter the city. But yet, here they were, trudging along in Joseph's truck, heading into the suburbs.

Gas, food, supplies. They had few but not enough to last them too long. They thought it best to try the suburbs before entering the big city with sky scrapers and undead at every corner. Joseph slowly patrolled his truck through the abandoned streets of the suburbs, in search of stores. They eventually got out of the residential areas and entered the commercial. A big, shiny, Walmart sitting right in the middle of it all.

"You think we out to try that Walmart?" Winifred asked the man who had come to act as her father.

Joseph shook his head slowly as he pulled his truck to a stop in the parking lot. It was completely empty as if it were the dead of night, and not the middle of the day. "No, a place that big could easily get us in trouble. It's probably ransacked anyway."

"Can't hurt to try," Winifred persisted.

"It's not safe. We can try that Drug Mart over there."

"Come on, let's go. Stop being such a hard ass," Winifred whined. She loved the man but sometimes she couldn't understand why he was so worried all the time.

Joseph shot her a hard glance. "Ok. But you stay here."

"What?! Joseph, that's not fair, you-"

"Stay. In case we need to get away fast, you need to wait in the driver's seat. Do not leave this truck." Joseph placed his hand on her shoulder, trying to get her to look up at him. "Ok?" Joseph couldn't fool her into thinking he didn't care that she was upset with him.

"Fine." Winifred stomped her foot on the floor of the truck before reluctantly getting into the driver's seat. She hated being told what to do but she wasn't about to throw a tantrum in the parking lot.

Joseph emerged from the truck with his gun at the ready as he made his way towards the Walmart. The undead stumbled about the parking lot but did not take notice of him...it seemed they were all slowly shuffling towards the doors of the Walmart themselves. Joseph took a huff of air before walking into the Walmart, preparing himself for who or what he was about to encounter.

[User] Lydia nodded slowly, examining all the shelves for canned foods carefully. She found some canned peaches, and hummed in satisfaction to herself, I should have enough food for the next two days, if I'm careful. She mused, slipping the can into her bag before looking for anything else. "I'm Lydia," she introduced herself, looking over her shoulder to give one of the guys - Finn, a polite smile before turning back to her investigation. Lydia took hold of her bag, holding onto her bow between her side and elbow for a moment as she checked stock of her food and drink. "I don't suppose you found any bottled water around here, have you?" She asked Finn, seeing as the other guy was busy as she peered into another aisle.

[Assistant] "Uh, yeah." Finn said, as he pulled out his full water bottle, and handed it to the girl. He smiled as she took it and thanked him. He turned to the food, and grabbed a few cans of beans. "You wouldn't happen to have a spare weapon would you," Finn asked sheepishly as he raised his knife, "cause this just ain't gonna cut it..."

[User]
Lydia took the bottle, smiling, "thanks for that," she said. She twisted the lid and took a sip, sighing in relief as the water soothed her dry throat. She stuffed the bottle into her bag as she looked at him in thought. "I just have a small pocket knife. We can check the camping section for any make shift weapons if you want?" She offered, stepping back from the aisle.

She looked around, her eyebrows furrowing as she didn't spot any of the undead walking around. She was surprised, either they didn't hear the commotion at the entrance of the Walmart, or they were coming in uncharacteristically quietly.

[Assistant]
"Errr... Can I have my water-" Finn took another look at Lydia's bow, and thought about it for a second, "You know what, you keep it... I wasn't using anyways..."

Finn sighed as he looked behind him, wondering what his saviour Ved had got up to.

[User] Oblivious to the water situation, Lydia continued on. "I'm sure we'll manage to find something you could use as a weapon. Plus, I'm sure I heard that there was a weapons area around here somewhere. Maybe we'll luck out there." Optimistically, she began searching for the camping aisle. She was sure that majority of the good stuff would be gone, but maybe they could scrounge up something for him. She kept hold of her bow, but she wasn't aiming her arrows at anything in particular, she didn't realise people would actually take her earlier 'threat' seriously.


[System]
Age: -11110- *binary screech* -29-

Sex: Female

Appearance:

Position within The Imperium of Man:Tech-Priestess : Magos Errant

Armor: Sanctified Customized Mechanicus Power Armor

Weapons: Omnissian Power Axe, Hecate Pattern Chainsword,Hesh Pattern M38 Mark II Boltgun

Equipment:
 -Mechadendrites: Usually the pseudo arm-esque variety, allowing for more workhands or... weaponhands.
 -Servoskull(Customized to appear like real human head very similar to her own visage): Has a modified sonic weapon type that let's out
 a horrifying banshee like wail. Not much on the lethal factor, but really darn disorienting and unsettling.
 -Grenades: Good old Frags
 -Wires(lots of wires): Can never have enough
 -wireless sound emitters: To Listen to music or to create ambushes via sound baits.
 -Music and Sound Data device: A variety of music and ambience noises.

Personality: A Magos Errant by title, Medaira's a wandering tech-priestess usually on vessels of dubious directions and visiting many a great unknowns in search of shiny tech to send back home. That is Medaira's only official task she ever had... Now as for what Medaira really is like, she's an energetic, friendly, sly and mischievious bundle of fun. Rather friendly by nature, especially weird for a Tech-priestess, Medaira likes to hang around other people. She's always one for a good fun time, no matter what form this fun time takes. Be it just a regular party with music and booze, a jolly good fight or the coveted and most sought after pranks. To her greatest regret, pranks are not something she can freely indulge into, but that doesn't stop her from sneaking in one here and there whenever the chance presents itself. Admittedly even the most black hearted imperials would agree that a great prank pulled on heretics or xenos is always a good thing though, so she had long since figured out that weaponizing pranks is a good tactic to use on enemies, so she rediscovered the art of making traps. Not as good as pranking friends, but beggers can't be choosers.

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[User]
Stukov cocked an eyebrow at the mention of 'combat robots', since that was well and truly beyond his measure of understanding. He wasn't about to go asking how she secured that kind of help. Gunship support was a positive thing too, so he would take that for what it was. Next was his question and, sure enough, there was no solid idea or intel on what was going to be awaiting them. No other safe houses or forces on hand, so it was just them, the tin cans if things got bad enough, versus whatever was going to be waiting for them in the city itself. Great news there, he thought with a sarcastic tone, but didn't say it out loud. His job was to kick in doors and kill heretics, not complain or think too hard on how the powers that be got their toys.

 Sure enough they were off again, with little fanfare, boarding he strapped in again and immediately dozed off, the transport's movement and shacking seeming to do nothing to interfere with his ability to rest. Old habits died hard, and getting rest whenever he was in a position where he couldn't do anything wasn't going to go away anytime soon. Eventually the slowing transport woke him up from his dozing, shaking his head briefly as the restraints released and he was on his feet, heading off the transport in close step after Celeste. He noted the smart ones legging it the moment they saw the heavily armed squad touch down out of relative nowhere. Definitely not subtle, and odds were at least one of them was already alerting the local heretics of the rather sudden arrival. Still, Throne willing they would nail at least the first target before things got hairy.

 Speaking of, he checked his data slate when Sis chimed in over the comm, memorizing age, appearance, various details for this specific person of interest. Walking in step with Celeste, Stukov was scanning the information being processed over the slate, glancing around routinely as they moved. He spoke just loud enough for Celeste to hear without him screaming for all to hear. "Right, let's move quick. Kick the door in, grab her, extract what information is usable, and deal with her from there. At least one of those who ran is probably raising the alarm, so clock's ticking as it were."

[Assistant]
"Legio Cybernetica Delta-Omega-03 Combat Robots that are under the command of the Inquisition. These combat robots will be our reinforcements."

"At least there's some good news."

Adrianne thought, nodding approvingly at the news. While nothing was ever 100% safe from the insidious machinations of chaos and its corruption, the servitors and other creations of the mechanicum tended to be among the least affected by it!

On the other hand, it made Adrianne slowly shift her gaze towards the group's tech priestess, her lips curling into a slightly concerned frown. Legion Cybernetica robots were good, but she only prayed to the emperor on the golden throne that the mechanicum would at least provide their own handlers for the things. The thought of their own rattled half-toaster getting ahold of those poor mechanical things was enough to make the psyker's blood run cold at the mere thought of it, and Adrianne felt an involuntary shudder run through her!

On the other hand, the news about there only being a single inquisitorial safe house on the entire world was also troubling. It meant they either could not work too far away from their current safehouse, or they would have to get used to having no proper secure area.

"This could get messy."

Adrianne thought.

"I think the word you are looking for is 'exciting'." A voice whispered in the back of her mind, the same insidious tone from earlier.

"Quiet... " She muttered, scratching her forehead.

This could be a very long day indeed if things did not go as planned!

*

Being the co-pilot had at least improved Adrianne's mood for the duration of the trip, and although she had not had the fortune of being able to shoot at anything; there was a spring to her step as the tall psyker stepped off the ramp together with the rest.

Adrianne walked up next to Stukov, holding her staff in one hand; she raised her other arm, holding her hand out across the space before them with her palm open, and closed her eyes.

"I sense a psychic aura nearby. In fact, multiple psychic auras." She said, before opening her eyes and looking towards the rest of the retinue.
"And Stukov might have a point. They are currently moving away from us."

[User]
Cole Cerus

Robots? Cole thought and was surprised at the news. He did not expect robots to be their backup if things go south. Never had he fought with one before and knew little about them. Cole would rather have flesh and blood humans to be the cavalry, but this is not his call. He is not in charge after all and kept his thoughts to himself. It was nice that they would have gunship support. Some aerial firepower is nice to have if these chaos cultists throw anything at them. He would like some more intel, though. Not really knowing what to expect when they start the investigation but, he was also used to dive headfirst into danger. But, at least during those times, he knew who the enemy was and where they were when on a jump. Here things are murky, and who knows what will happen. Still, he did not make a comment about it. This is Andromedai's op, and he will follow her command.

During the flight, Cole spent the time doing some checks on his gear. Not much else to do, really, and this is what he normally does to pass the time while on a mission. Some of his old squadmates would call him being unnecessarily prepared for a mission. Or being too quiet, which Cole did not mind that much. Cole sighed at the thought. He did miss his former squadmates. But that was then. He's got a new commander now and new squadmates. Stopping to check his gear to look around at his teammates. Quite an interesting brunch that Andromedai managed to recruit. Cole cracked a smile before returning to his task. Cole was content with this band so far and now to see how they do with this investigation.

Cole was walking next to Adrianne and when she brought up that people were moving away from them."Maybe their targets and spoke low enough that only the party could hear him. Then let's hurry and see who we can get before they disappear". It would be a setback if their first targets managed to flee before they could interrogate anyone that and if the cultists did not know that they were here and they might know very soon.

[Assistant]
Medaira was a happy tech priestess. They had combat robot reinforcements. That was good. THAT was very good, the sheer amount of entertainment that could be unleashed by using remote controlled combat mechs was positively thrilling! She needed to equip all those with heavy frag explosives with remote detonation switches. Always a good backup to have, but some might not be agreeable. Didn't matter, where there was a will, there was a way. And explosions were the mainstay way of dealing with problems in the Imperium! She whistled and hummed a happy tune while occasionally singing lyrics consisting of the chemical compositions of explosives.

 She was enjoying her time in their travels as the file of their victim... target was given by the glorious leader of the task force. Ohhh this was useful. Medaira's mechadendrites moved happily, servo head making circles next to her. So this was the target, good, she could track her likeness across the security system, any campera would be her eyes in this!

 Her attention switched just for a moment when her Psyker friend reported that there were psychic signatures present." Ohh even more curious!" She chirpped, running the files provided for any link to psyckers that might be found." What are the chances that we've stumbled upon a ring of unsanctioned psykers on top of it all? Or could it be that some of them have been possessed or influenced by the Warp entities? Would such presences register in your sensory array abilities, Psycker Friend Adrianne?" Medaira asked.

 Medaira then looked around for a servicable access point to access the network. She planned to use the local security cameras and terminals around the area to find more of the target and their current location. She could easily leave her servo skull to provide distant access if she needed it to.


[System]
Age: 17

Magic: Sin Magic - A necklace of symbols are on his neck, they activate only when they show great Sin. However, the more uses corrupts the soul of Sin if not treated with a Virtue.

Wrath - Sin is enveloped in a red aura and becomes super humanly strong and really pissed off and is able to take a lot of punishment from his enemies and even the moves that will hurt himself.

At the moment, Sin has only figured out how to use one symbol, so the others will be explained once he activates them.

Magic Level: C

History: He doesn't remember the past very well, he woke up one day without any memories of his past and could barley recollect anything from his mind. All the boy knew was that he was young, homeless, penniless, but he was not alone. He had a sister, and she was just as clueless as him, but they both just knew that they were kin, which was rather strange for both. It only took moments to feel something in their raggedy pockets, and it was a bunch of small rocks in a necklace that had strange etching on each rock, and on the back was labeled either Sin or Virtue. Both were utterly confused on the meaning of these strange symbols, but they kept them as they felt some sort of connection to these things.

Fast forward several years into the future, they were around the age of seventeen when they figured out that they were actually wizards after an incident. When he was growing up, he was a rather bad kid managing to make money in the seedy part of town with unsavory work choices, but it was all to help him and his sister live a good enough life, obviously he never told her the things he had done as it would make things complicated as she was a lot more virtuous than himself. It was only until one day that he had stolen from the wrong man, as he was being greedy and bit off more than he could chew.

Several days after the big heist, he found his home ransacked, everything was destroyed and ruined, but it didn't matter to him. There was only one thing that truly made him panic. He quickly entered his sister's room to find it equally in ruin compared to the entire house, except there was a note on the top of the rubble. He quickly snatched it and read the contents, it basically said that they have Virtue and they will do nasty stuff if he doesn't bring back the things he stole. His heart froze at that moment, and he ran as fast as he could to the address with utmost haste.

When he burst through the door, he entered the room to find Virtue and she was beaten up bad, blood dripping from her face and several bruises scattered around her arms and legs. When she looked up, she smiled to see her brother here to save her, but yelled to tell him it was a trap. He soon found himself on the floor from something hitting him in the back of his head with two large men laughing at the boy, commenting on the puny size of him. So, with the combination of his brutally beaten up sister, feeling stupid for not realizing this was a trap, and the taunting criminals. He finally activated one of the seven symbols on his necklace on accident, it suddenly glowed bright red and suddenly the room blasted in the color red blinding everyone. He soon found himself glowing in a red aura with two dead criminals at his feet and soon his body was being filled with a large amount of wrath. The resulting amount of rage made him scream in a fit of anger and then everything flashed once again, but this time it was the color pink. He soon found himself in the arms of his sister, and the rage exhumed out of his body and realized that his red aura was gone and Virtue was passed out. Sin quickly grabbed her and ran for both of their lives, hoping to never met the criminals and whatever happened to the two.

Personality: Cocky and Arrogant

Team Members: Virtue

Three Strengths:

 1. Physically Strong
 2. Street Smarts
 3. Love for Sister

Three Weaknesses:

 1. Greedy
 2. Easily angered
 3. Arrogant

Greatest Love: His Sister

Motivation: Keeping Virtue safe from the outside sources

Appearance:

[User]
Ariel - Phoenix Backyard@Lugubrious@CirusArvennicus@Jangel13
Having zoned out for a moment she didn't look up again until she heard a cracking sound. Snapping her head up she saw Fleo careening out of control, having blasted through a fence. Blinking a few times she finally pulled herself back together and ran after the dust mage.

Keeping up was a little tricky but thankfully she had Trinity to follow, who was apparently drifting through the air. By the time she caught up there was her teammate wrapped in a net and frozen in ice. "Fleo!" Alright, well she could take care of part of that. There was another woman there holding a sword and butterflies fluttering about. Angelo seemed to be addressing that though. But Fleo first. She switched to a Fire mage and put a hand on Trinity's shoulder. "Here, let me deal with the ice." Her hands lit up with fire and she began to carefully heat the ice.

[Assistant]
Lazarus

He was furious with what was going on. His eyes were narrowed. "Talk to her that way one more time boy..." He muttered. "I dare you." He looked up making eye contact with Sin. This kid really was an asshole, and he's had enough. He lunged forward, smashing a fist into his jaw, before stepping back. "Have some god damn respect to the people that just saved your sister's life." He boomed. "Nobody here gives a crap about if you killed people. We've all got our past... If you want to go down that route, I killed 67 innocent people with the use of zeref's magic. Still think you're tough?" He yelled. "Hell no!" He punched the kid once more. "It doesn't matter what you did. You move forward. The people here are kind. I, on the other hand don't have time for little bastards like you. If it's a fight you're looking for, lets go outside. I'll give you a taste of god slayer magic!" He shouted, before stepping back, now that Jarvis had come. "Keep the girl in here for treatment and throw him out Master. He's just going to cause trouble."

Shujin

He raised an eyebrow. "You underestimate me Master. You have never seen me in a fight before. I don't think it's fair to judge me like that." He argued. "I've taken down criminals with magical power greater than most. It isn't about power... It's about your ability to intertwine emotions with your thoughts. That's what makes maker magic strong." He crossed his arms. "I'm afraid those who can't allow their emotions to be free, can't become a master of maker magic."

[User]
Jarvis simply walked over to the boy, and picked him up be the scruff of his shirt at the back of his neck. "It's my experience that they only act like that in the presence of someone incredibly stupid themselves." Lifting the boy off his feet, Jarvis shoved him into a chair, clearly not in the mood to take any crap, "sit there and shut up, if you know what's good for you. Speak when spoken to and that is it."

He turned, but kept son in his line of vision, getting the story from his guild mates, frowning. Jarvis sighed, turning to the boy once more. "Give me what you stole, and any cash you made from it, if you still have it, and I won't turn you over to the magic council, although I should. You killed, and what's worse, you did it with magic. The circumstances can be taken into consideration, but you'll still be lucky not to be taken into custody. So which is it, my way, or inprisonment?" Used to Lazarus, Jarvis didn't comment, instead, watching the boy, his eyes narrowed, arms crossed over his chest, using his full intimidating figure to his advantage.

sasha

Sasha gave a sigh, stepping up beside Lazarus, laying a hand on his arm. "it's okay. We don't need to go beating him up. jarvis can deal with him" she didn't think it would be good to fight some kid who had very little control over his magic, not when they had someone I juried even if the boy was INCOMPETANT and an idiot

[Assistant]
James Hunt|Phoenix Wing Guild Hall
Man@Caits@YipeeXD

Even as Sin yelled his threat, time seemed to slow down for James as he slid back. He could feel it, the building darkness inside the boy, the rage working it's way to the surface. He couldn't let that happen with his sister down. He had a feeling the two were linked but now was a bad time to find out. His shield slid into position on his arm and slammed it into Sin's face, knocking him on his back and putting his mind on the edge of unconsciousness at the same time Lazarus's second punch connected.

With a growl, James pivoted and slammed his shield, charged with Holy energy, into Lazarus and made him stumble back. "Damn it, Lazarus, that didn't help! His magic has the potential to get us all killed and you try to piss him off more?! You're lucky one of us remembers our religious history lessons!"

Drawing his sword, he puts it to Sin's throat. "I suggest you not move, else you get beaten and bruised worse than you have. Master Jarvis, a word in private if you will." He removed his blade and sheathed it once more before approaching the guild master and pulling him aside and away from the recovering boy and others. "We cannot throw him out. His magic is dangerous and unstable and directly linked his his anger. More importantly, his behavior is almost guaranteed to be linked to that necklace, though I wouldn't suggest separating them for fear of what it could lead to. At the very least, keep him in Magnolia under observation."

Jack Goran|Dragon Fang Guild Hall
@hatakekuro@YipeeXD

Jack chuckled and shook his head at Zev. Always underestimating the competition just because he knew a lot about them. Of course, he did raise a valid point about the Frenzy Plant guild. They prided themselves on their combat prowess and organization. That could be exploited if needed though and a couple of their team members wouldn't be above it. Hearing the knock on the door, he approached it as he recognized the voice.

Of course he'd end up on my door step. Jarvis and he had talked a lot about the characters that had come through Magnolia and the owner of the voice that had just spoke out was prominently mentioned. Opening the door, letting Jackie attend to a response to Shujin, he faced down Nero the Genie.

"I had begone to wonder if you'd find your way to my guild's door step. Is it just lodging and help for your friend you seek or are you going to try and get one of my guild members to volunteer for a test run of your latest spell?"

[User] Mayt --- Phoenix Wing Guild Hall As Lazarus started yelling at the boy, it was all Mayt could do to not take Lazarus out into the practice fields and show him that he isn't the intimidating, unstoppable force he acts like he is. James beat him to it however, and Mayt managed to keep from acting on his first instinct to hurt Lazarus, and glanced over at the girl. He could see she was starting to wake up, and realized that it probably wouldn't look good. Several guys with swords and her brother half-conscious on the floor. To try and make this a little less bad-looking, Mayt quickly removed his sword belt, placing it on the floor, before grabbing Sin and propping him up against the couch. "Lazarus, why don't you go with Sasha on a date or something? It'll keep more people out of the way. In fact." Mayt glanced up and around, there didn't seem to be to many people. "Anyone here who isn't needed would you please give us a bit of space? Just imagine what this'll look like to his sister when she wakes up." He made a shooing motion, before moving back and watching, ready to run interference should a fight start, which he hoped wouldn't happen.

[Assistant]
Sin was furious with everyone in this building, most are ready to just up and execute him if he moves one inch and all they do is just yell at him back for something he thought was very impressive! Granted, he did think it was quite a bad idea to yell at the Guild Master at the moment, but he was just too angry to not do that. However, it seemed like his outburst finally spurred someone to attack as he was brutally punched in the face and he felt something crack. Sin feel onto the floor, he wasn't used to taking a punch and was just shocked in how much pain he was in. The injured boy tried to get up, but was punched again by the same guy and Sin spiraled on the floor once again.

Sin groaned in pain, his head was dizzy, his jaw had become swollen from the surprise haymaker, and he spit out some blood onto the wooden floor board. He was wondering if these guys were thugs, seeing if they could beat him up and steal all of his money. The groaning boy was then picked up like a baby kitten by Jarvis and he couldn't really understand a word he was saying, all he could really tell that this guy would beat him up even worse if he didn't listen to the big guy. "I think... You guys are all do-" Sin managed to slur out before getting his face slammed by some random shield, leaving him basically barley conscious. There was now a rather large gash on his forehead and his nose had probably broke from the shield smash, his face was not pretty.

Sin could barley think, let alone move from all the hits to the head from the various guild members until someone randomly grabbed him, propping him onto the coach. The pain in his head was unbearable, he really needed a drink at this time, but when he tried to move his legs all he did was fumble and fall onto the floor. He grumbled at everyone before just lying on the floor, hoping that they won't try to kick him while he was down on the ground.

Back to Virtue, she was starting to feel worse. She could feel her brothers pain, be it magic or just family bonds, she could literally feel the pain her brother was in. The sleeping girl started to grumble, twisting and turning on the couch, and it is only a matter of time before she finally wakes up to find whatever trouble both the guild and Sin had gotten themselves into.


[System]
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Apperance:
Bio: Since He Was 6 Years Old, His Parents Knew He Was Special. He Had a Knack for Technology and Computers, He Just Couldn't Stop Messing With Them. If You Had a Problem With Your Computer, He'd Have it Fixed In Under Five Minutes. This, however, brought up a lot of bullying at school with people who were either scared of his talent or jealous of it, so he eventually stopped going all together. Nowadays you can find him working at local Computer Shops around downtown.
Personality/Traits: Skilled With Computers and Technology, Kind and Gentle, Somewhat Shy Due to the Bullying he Suffered During School. He Also Possesses a Double Crest, the Crest of Bravery and Loyalty.
Digimon:
Fresh: Punimon, In-Training: Tsunomon, Rookie: Gabumon, Champion: Garurumon, Ultimate: WereGarurumon, Mega: MetalGarurumon (Warp), DNA: Omnimon, Armor: WarriorGarurumon (Digiegg of Loyalty)
Fresh: Botamon, In-Training: Koromon, Rookie: Agumon, Champion: Greymon, Ultimate: MetalGreymon, Mega: WarGreymon (Warp), DNA: Omnimon, Armor: ArmorGreymon (Digiegg of Bravery)
Digivice: Orange

Custom Digimon:
Armor: WarriorGarurumon, The Loyal Warrior (Digiegg of Loyalty, Armor Digivolves From Gabumon)
 Attribute: Vaccine
 Attacks: GaruruSword, Wolf Fang Fury
 Personality: A Vicious Fighter, But Kind and Gentle to His Friends. He Is Quick, Appearing Before the Enemy in the Blink of an Eye.
Armor: ArmorGreymon, The Brave Defender (Digiegg of Bravery, Armor Digivolves from Agumon)
 Attribute: Vaccine
 Attacks: Brave Shield, Fortress Cannon
 Personality: Not as Fast as WarriorGarurumon, He is Bulkier and Less Vicious, Preferring to Defend the Weak With his Brave Shield.

[User]
As Danny opened his eyes he noticed two weird small animals, one a bird and the other looking like a strange dog."Good to see you"re finally cognizant." The bird somehow said. "You know Hawkmon, instead of trying to impress him it might be better to introduce yourself like I Salamon just did."

The shock of of that conversation was almost enough to convince Danny that he was dreaming if it weren't for the fact that his dreams never felt as real as the situation he found himself in despite all the weirdness. "Uhm Hawkmon and Salamon, right? Do you think you could me what's going on? The last thing I remember was touching this strange device and than a flash of light."

As soon as he mentioned the device the human realized he was holding the now blue device. "That apparatus is called a Digivice and it transported you to our dimension known as the Digital World." "Called Digiworld for short. We the creatures living here are Digimon. There is of course more to explain but we can do it as we look for the other humans."

Before either Danny or Hawkmon could say anything Salamon ran off in a random direction, and the two of them not knowing what else to decided to follow her.

[Assistant]
"Anna, clean up the dishes and when that is finished mop the foyer." Mr. Kaufmann said with a stern voice. Before he stood up and left for his study. Annaliese could merely nod meekly and do as he bid. She wished she could tell him off but she didn't want--

"--ey wake up, stupid" A small voice called out from right in front of her. Annaliese's eyes opened wide. What happened? Did she pass out? It was daytime at least. "Are you ignoring me? I don't like it when people ignore me, especially midget humans that don't know what a mess they got themselves in." Then she felt a small boot pushing on her chin. It wasn't painfully hard or anything, just an annoying feeling.

"And whoever you are, would you stop." Anna said, more of a command than a question as she reached out to stop whatever was pushing on her. Soon, her hand found something and tried to grab around it. She couldn't fit her entire grasp around whatever it was, but it was enough to keep the little thing at bay so she could move her head. "The heck."

"HEY! HEY! What do you think you're doing!?" The thing complained greatly. "I'll call a Lawyermon and I'll sue the. . . " Annaliese looked up and saw just what it was. A small fairy. . . Or something. She had spikey boots, short shorts, a very small uncovering tanktop and. . . Clawed Gloves.

Regardless of what she was wearing, she was small enough for Annaliese to think she was, "Adorable!" She could help but pull the small creature in to a hug. She would fit just in with all the other plushes and stuffed animals back home. Wait. Where was home now? Where is here? She pulled the constantly complaining fairy away from her as she looked around. "Tell me. Where are we?"

The little fairy seemed a bit miffed still, but decided to tell anyhow. "Not your world. You're in the digital world, home of the Digital Monsters. Digimon for short. I'm one of those and you can just call me Tinkermon." With Annaliese not paying attention the small fairy digimon pulled out of Annaliese's hand. "Anyhow, that device on the ground there. Yours right?"

Annaliese had forgotten about that by now. "Yea, I think I need it to help get back home." Ready to figure out how to do that, she stood up. "Now, I just get to figure that out."

Tinkermon chuckled almost evily and crossed her arms as she floated up and stared Annaliese down. "Well, you're lucky a friend of mine has a soft spot for midgets like you. Elsewise I'd not be here to help."

"Who are you calling a midget you foot tall dust-maker?" Annaliese retorted, not liking the idiocracy she could hear coming from the digimon's mouth. It wasn't in her nature to just stand there and take it like that.

"Hey! Ehh, not so bad. For a human. I might actually like you a little bit." Tinkermon giggled as she found herself a nice spot on the girl's shoulder. "For now, there were others that came here like you. Let's go find them." With little other option for now, Annaliese went where the fairy beckoned her to go. Into a nearby forest.

[User]
"Wake up!" A voice called out to Graham. He didn't recognize it and he decided to ignore it for now, he was still tired and wanted to sleep more. "WAKE UP!" There was the voice again, louder this time. Couldn't whoever it was just leave him be for a few more minutes? Apparently not as he felt something crash into his stomach and force him up.

Graham groaned as he rubbed his eyes and looked at what had landed on him. It was vaguely frog like with yellow skin and orange fur and a row of black spikes on its back. "Finally, I've been trying to wake you up for ten minutes! You sure are a heavy sleeper."

Graham stared at the creature for a minute, this seemed like something out of a dream, but he was definitely awake. He stared for a moment longer before poking the creature's snout. "What are you exactly?" He mumbled mainly to himself, but the creature evidently heard him. "I'm Gizamon, a Digimon, and your new partner for here on out. It's nice to meet you." Gizamon said smiling at him.

"Digimon? Partner? I don't think I follow." Graham said as he yawned. "But, I'm Graham, nice to meet you too."

Gizamon stared back at Graham, waiting for him to move, when he didn't Gizamon spoke up. "Uh, we should probably go now, this place isn't really safe, and besides we need to find the others."

"Others?" Graham asked. "Do you mean other Digimon?"

"No," Gizamon shook his head. "Other humans, they should have Digivice just like yours." Gizamon gestured to the strange device that had fallen out of his backpack. It was now laying on the pack next to where he was sitting.

Graham picked up the pack and the device, before looking it over. "So, we need to find people with these things? Well, I guess we better get moving." Graham stood up and started to walk.

"Hey, wait for me!" Gizamon yelled as he hopped behind his human partner.

[Assistant]
Anya brushed her face in annoyance, still mostly asleep, when she felt something fuzzy touch it. "C'mon, wake up." She heard something say, to which she replied with an annoyed groan. The one thing she hated was being chided awake, and whatever was insisting on poking her was doing just that.

Again, it poked her in the face. Half asleep she slapped it, hard. Annd then it started crying, what exactly did she just hit? Yawning she pushed herself up off the grass...grass? What?

Rubbing her eyes she found she was indeed on grass in some kind of plain. She immediately began freaking out, "Oh my GOD this is so cool!" She shouted, gasping in awe looking around. Whatever she slapped was still crying and it snapped her back into reality...well...the current reality.

Whatever the creature was, it was freaking adorable! It was about as big as a toy poodle, brown, with three horns and a long jagged fuzzy tail. Immediately she grabbed it and hugged it tight, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to!" She shouted, "Oh my god you're so soft!"

The creature squirmed a bit trying to break free of Anyas deathgrip, but at-least it stopped crying. "Can't. Breathe." The creature gasped. Anya immediately let go, "Sorry.." she said sadly. "Are you alright?"

The creature stared up at her with it's wide eyes, it took all she could do not to hug it again. "I think so." It replied in a cute squeaky female voice. It had just gotten ten times cuter.

"What are you? Where are we?" Anya asked, first gesturing to the creature then to the area around them. The creature shimmied closer then used it's tail to point to itself, "I'm Conomon, a digimon as well as your new companion." Conomon spoke.

Anya's eyes lit up with joy like a kid who had just gotten the best christmas present ever it was hers. She practically screamed wth excitement and really wanted to hug the soft warm digimon again, but she let it continue explaining.

Conomon then used its' tail to gesture around the plain they were in, "And you're in the Digital World, Digiworld for short. You're here to help us and stuff, I think, at-least that's how the legend goes. You got here with your digivice, ya know that pink thing on the ground beside you. There should be other humans that got here to same way too." Anya then looked at the dark pink device on the ground, almost completely forgetting about it, before picking it up examining it.

"That said." Conomon continued. "We should find them and meet up with them, you guys are going to have to stick together after all." Anya nodded, pushing the digivice between the elastic strap on her skirt not really having anywhere else to put it. It wasn't very comfortable, but it'd do for now.

"Where do you think they are?" She asked. "No clue whatsoever." Conomon replied, honestly. Anya sighed but didn't get mad at it, I mean c'mon, who the hell could get mad at something that cute?

She picked Conomon up carefully, carrying it in front of her chest, arms crossed. "Well, let's just walk around until we find them and hope I didn't land or appear or whatever far from them?" She spoke, beginning to walk in a random direction across the grassy plain.

Anya was having a very hard time not outright running around in excitement poking the occasional odd looking tree, all her life she'd wanted to do something like this, something out of a video game, and now she finally could.

And thus, she walked across the plain, smiling the entire time.

[User]
The Chamber is Dimly Lit, with only slim daylight slipping through the cracks. Five Forms are Situated Around an Odd Looking Table, made out of some kind of glass or something. It's playing back images like a television, but without an actual camera. Suddenly, one of the Forms Snaps his Fingers, and unlit torches immediately light up in blue fire, revealing the forms to be five digimon.
"How Could we have Let This Happen, Cherubimon, the Legend is coming to life before our eyes!"
"Relax, Myotismon, We Are Not Defeated Yet, and I Have my Doubts about this 'Legend of the Digidestined'."
"Yes, We Were Able to Easily defeat even the mighty Alphamon, this council is undefeatable."
"Do Not Get Ahead of Yourself, Diaboromon, We had Numbers on our Side, he was merely overwhelmed."
"You Always Think About Things as If We Had Won Nothing at All, Tactimon, That's the Only Part About You I Hate."
"I Prefer to Think About the Future, Piedmon, and the Future is growing, if ever so slowly, bleaker by the day."
"Then Let Us End These Rebellions and Crush these Humans for good."
Diaboromon Began Walking Out, and Exited the Room. Tactimon Followed Suit, Along With Myotismon Soon Behind, Leaving Cherubimon and Piedmon alone.
"I Still do not believe that the legend has completely come to pass yet, and the reason lies with the Digivices Azulongmon Sent out. He Sent out Ten, Only Nine Returned with Humans. The Tenth has Yet to Return. Without all 10, there is no hope for this 'legend'."

We Shift to a Brightly Lit Chamber, Filled with Digimon of All Kinds were crowded before a Digimon who appeared to be some type of Angel, aptly named Angemon. He Began to Speak Now.
"It is a Sad Day for Us Here, as Many Things have Filled these past Weeks. I Myself, have been defeated so often that I could not retain my Mega form of Seraphimon. The Loss of Ophanimon a Month Earlier was even Greater. But Now, the Worst has Happened, Alphamon has been Defeated by the Council of Five."
There Were Hushed Whispers in the Crowd as they took this in, many couldn't believe it, some expected as much, others were just silent.
"We Cannot Give Up, however. That's not what Alphamon, Not What Ophanimon, Not What Any of Our Fallen Would have Wanted... We Will Not Give Up Until the Digital World is Free Once More!"
The Crowd Roared at Angemons Words, Signaling their Approval and Acceptance. Angemon Returned to the Deeper Parts of the Cave, where The best of the Defenders of the Light were Waiting. Those were Leomon and Beelzemon, His Close Friends and Greatest Allys. They conferred in private.


[System]
Age: 18 (nearly 19, but that doesn't really matter)

Gender: Mail :3

Personality: He's the guy who doesn't really talk to others. He spends his time doing things on his own, whether it be reading a book or doing actual work (dun dun duuuuun). That's not to say, of course, that he isn't capable of doing so; he just doesn't really feel like it. As a result, the only people he really talks to tend to be those he needs to work with.

Whatever else you want to add: He enjoys a good romance novel every now and then. After all, they're all better than Twilight. He also possesses a guilty pleasure for video games.

[User]
The southern drawl of a heartbroken gentleman finding his solace in trackers and alcohol echoed tortuously through the head of a blindfolded young woman, sitting in the back of a taxicab, recovering from an equally boozy destiny the night before. The girl's distaste for songs about pick'em up trucks and moonshine could only be matched by her hatred of long car rides on broken roads.

Such road trips had given her trouble since she was little by bestowing the lovely feeling of nausea to creep into the pit of her stomach, as if just a hangover wasn't bad enough. It honestly felt like the driver was trying to hit every pothole and crack in the road, and the whole not being able to see thing wasn't helping. If one were to ask this particular young lady, blindfolds should be kept exclusively for bedroom use.

The flight, on the other hand, to...well, where ever she ended up was smooth enough to let her get a few more hours of sleep in. However, every waking moment after that had been full of nothing but strange smells, loud noises, and gosling motions. All in all, this trip so far had been hell in a hand basket. A big, ugly, yellow hand basket.

Finally, the car cruised to a stop and the music, if you can call it that, ceased. As she let out a sweet sigh of relief, the blindfolded female felt the cool rush of fresh air waft over her, for the first time in what felt like hours, as the driver opened her door. Outstretching her arms, the disoriented passenger managed to find her way out the car safely before a hand on her should guided her into a building with an alarming loud, metal door. With a loud clank, the door closed, and the girl's vision burned from the cheap artificial lighting.

Before her stood a rather eccentric looking man who greeted her with a warm smile. The young female tried her best to curve her red painted lips and return the gesture. Examining the room made her feel as if she had stepped into an old TV sitcom. Her inspection was momentarily interrupted by the sound of a door clicking, and it was then that she noticed her country loving driver had vanished without a word.

"Why, hello, there! You must be Noel!" The sound of a voice broke the girl from her thoughts and she nodded, trying to retain her strained smile. Why on earth did she agree to this? She called off of work with a fake illness to try something high tech and exciting, yet this place looked rather outdated and just plain disappointing. Ultimately, however, she decided it didn't really matter anyway. A day off of work is a day off of work. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you! Several of the other winners have already arrived. Come this way and you can meet them. We also have snacks and coffee that you are welcome to."

Noel liked the sound of that. Coffee would be the perfect 'pick me up.'Following Doc Brown's long lost cousin, Noel entered the back room with three other "winners," two of which had mouth fulls of the probably poisoned, but delicious, cookies.

"Make yourself at home," he encouraged on his way out, closing and locking the door behind him.

Scanning the crowd, Noel pursed her lips and lifted her hand, giving everyone a small awkward wave before pouring herself a cup of coffee and seating herself in a chair at the table in center of the room.

[Assistant]
Alexander didn't like it, this whole blindfold thing. However, perhaps it was necessary to keep whatever they wanted to keep secret a secret. After all, Virtual Reality was something quite fascinating, and something that only existed in the realm of science fiction, at least until now. Honestly, Alexander was excited. He couldn't wait to try out whatever it was.

Then he felt the car stop moving, and Alexander shifted his focus back to reality. That was enough imagination for now, Alexander thought as he heard the car doors open, one near the front of him and the other next to him. That most likely meant to the driver was opening the doors. He turned toward the door and awkwardly made his way out of the car. "Where are we?" Alexander asked as he stood up. "No questions yet, just keep moving," said a man, probably his driver. Seemed like he didn't want to talk yet, so Alexander let it pass.

After being guided to somewhere, he heard a door shut behind him, and his blindfold was finally being taken off. Alexander opened his eyes, and squinted in pain as his eyes adjusted to the light. Being blindfolded was not exactly fun. After the light no longer blinded him, he noticed the man standing in front of him.

"Hello, hello!" the man said. "You must be Alexander." Alexander merely said, "Yeah," in response. "Wonderful!" the man said cheerfully, then continued with, "There are already quite a few people who arrived ahead of you. Feel free to mingle, have some cookies and coffee, you know." With that said, the man opened a door, and Alexander stepped though. The door then closed behind him with an evident lock sound.

The place was, well, not what he expected. He expected... well, he didn't really know what to expect, but he felt it there should have been a little... more. He looked at the others who had arrived, and immediately noted that they all looked older than him. That probably meant he was the youngest. Alexander would have gone for some cookies, but it seemed like some people already hogged quite a bit of them for themselves. As for the coffee, well, Alexander never did like coffee. And Alexander wasn't the kind of guy to mingle, so he found a place to sit down and wait for the main event to begin.

[User]
The very short period of time between the scientist leaving Gerald and Chester and the time of Kimi's arrival created a particular void of stimulation for the two men. Similarly to a toddler, this was far too long for them to handle without getting into trouble. As was their usual fashion, they quickly filled that vacuum with entertainment of their own creation. However, instead of taking that precious time to investigate their unfamiliar and possibly threatening surroundings, or maybe attempt to eavesdrop on those who had locked them in this room, they turned to a significantly less productive way of spending their time: finding out who could consume more of the probably-drugged cookies before the remaining winners arrived.

"Dang, these cookies are pretty damn good." Chester mumbled between bites, causing crumbs to cascade to the floor, like the Keebler factory's rendition of Niagara Falls.

"Yeah." Gerald agreed, but glanced down at the half-eaten and lumpy-looking chocolate chip concoction in his hand, "But in retrospect, they're probably full of something horrible….or at least made in a kitchen not approved by the FDA."

This thought caused Chester to pause momentarily. He eyed one of the baked confections scrupulously, turning it over in his fingers like a banker examines bills for counterfeits. All the while he wore the expression of a philosopher deep in complex thought. "Yeah, probably." He mused, then shoved another in his mouth. "I've had worse."

"You're still eating those?"

Ches's shoulders rolled into a shrug. "Sure, why not?" He raised his hand to his mouth to consume another of the baked goods, when an idea managed to trudge across the barren wasteland that was his mind. A wry smile slowly tugged at his lips and his eyes narrowed into knowing slits. "Hey, I'll bet I can eat more of these at once than you can."

A challenge from Chester? Now this was something Gerald could not walk away from. No matter how silly, he was compelled to prove himself better in any possible way than his companion. "You'd be wasting your time." he assured him, "You and I both know I'd beat you hands down. Remember that pie-eating contest? I was a shoo-in winner!"

"Come on, put your money where your mouth is, Gerald. I know that shouldn't be too hard for you, seeing how it takes up most of your face."

"Oh-ho, you're on, son!" And thus the challenge was officially accepted. No turning back now without being labeled a coward. This was serious business, and there could only be one victor.

The two men instinctively lunged for the plate of cookies after the front lobby door slammed, the proverbial gunshot to mark the start of their contest for honor and glory. Oatmeal, chocolate chip, snickerdoodle, and white chocolate macadamia nut – no flavor was spared the wholesale slaughter. It was like a scene from a massacre, with crumbs and cookie fillings flying wildly from the plate, silhouetted briefly in the harsh yellow light from the overhead fluorescents.

Only a few moments into the fray, Gerald had overstepped his rights as a mere contestant and declared himself the winner, grabbing the plate and what remained of the cookies. "There. I win. All these are mine now."

Ches grabbed at the plate, pushing a cookie that was already dancing on the edge of being on the floor to its dirty linoleum demise. "Hey no, I haven't had anything decent to eat in the past week! We both won this trip, and I am going to take advantage of every minute of it. I might not get the chance to eat like this again."

"Well, that's your own fault."

"No, you make more than I do!"

"We have the same job, idiot." This was true. Both knuckleheads worked as mechanics at a small auto repair shop. How either of them are trusted with heavy equipment, corrosives, and toxic chemicals is one of the great unanswered questions of life.

"Yeah, but you make more. The boss likes you better."

"Well maybe because I'm not a whiny little—" Fortunately for any younger readers, Gerald's scathing comeback was cut short by the creaking of the big metal door as it parted to usher in the newest arrival: a young woman not yet in her 20's. Poor girl. Heaven help her, being stuck with in a locked room with the present company.

Chester was the first to look up after hearing his name mentioned by the bed-headed scientist. "Oh, hello!" he exclaimed without missing a beat. It was surprising how competent the man could be in select social situations—very select, mind you.

"What is this all about?" Chester repeated the woman's question, almost in a condescending tone, "Didn't you read the letter? We've been selected to test out some fantastic new technology and be transported to whole new worlds without leaving the comfort of this island! Pretty sweet, huh?"

It wasn't long before other participants were ushered into the same room, both silently taking their seats. Gerald stood silently in the back of the room, leaning on the countertop and surveying the newcomers. Chester began exercising his natural extroversion and practically skipped about the room introducing himself.

[Assistant]
It wasn't long after Noel slipped into her coffee bliss that another person entered the room. She pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows to him in acknowledgement of his presence. Shortly after he took a seat, Noel noticed the two men by the cookies had shifted their focus from the snacks to the rest of the people in the room.

One stayed back while the taller man came by to introduce himself. Noel's maroon lips stretched out into pained smile in response to his friendly introduction.

"Hey," the brunette replied in her low, throaty voice. She reached out and shook his hand while sipping her coffee with the other. "The name's Noel. It's a pleasure." Her raised brows and slight smile gave way to her amusement as she watched him bounce around the room.

While the man who identified himself as Chester visually seemed a little older than her, Noel found his personality to be similar to that of her younger brother. Leaning back in her chair, she ran her fingers through her dark hair in amazement. The girl's pale blue eyes stayed fixed on him while he continued to make his rounds. It reminded her that she should go visit her hometown once this is over...Or maybe not. Her brother was kind of a little shit.

Stretching, Noel stood up and made her way over to what was left of the cookies. Snickering was all she could do when she saw the state of the area. Crumbs littered the floor. And the table. And the men who had seemed to be the cause. If the potential of drugs wasn't deterrent enough to not eat the cookies, the crumbs sprinkled across them that probably flew from the men's mouths were. Despite the risks and the abysmal state of their appearance, she carefully slipped something sprinkled out from the bottom of the pile and hoped it had been spared from their manhandling.

Instead of eating the cookie, the brunette examined it carefully. It appeared to be just a plain sugar cookie. Odd shape, but nothing threatening about the color, texture, or smell. Cautiously, she broke it in half, letting a few more crumbs fall to the floor. With a smirk, she made her way to the young, dark haired boy with glasses.

"Here." Noel said, handing one half to the quiet observer. "We've come this far, why not take the plunge?" She leaned against the adjacent wooden table and shoved her half into her mouth. She didn't really want to take the risk on her own, so she dragged this poor boy into it too. She was hungry, hungover, and he came in after her, so she felt like she had the strongest connection with him. The treat was surprisingly good for something possibly poisonous.

After everyone finished their introductions she decided to keep the conversation going. "So, she started as she brushed crumbs off her skirt with both hands. "How was everybody else's ride here? Mine was hell."

[User]
As most people started to make introductions and what not, Alexander merely looked away, daydreaming about various things. He was intending to ignore the others for now, but it seemed like some people had other plans. A cookie, or rather, half a cookie, was held out in front of him, returning his attention back to him. He turned his head to see a woman offering the half-cookie, saying, "We've come this far, why not take the plunge?"

Alexander merely stared at her for a brief second, then took the cookie from her. "Thanks," Alexander said before taking a bite out of it. For some reason he had the impression he was being treated like a guinea pig, but the feeling faded quickly.

Then the small talk began. "Mine was alright," Alexander replied. "Well, if being blindfolded counts as 'alright'."


[System]
gender: male
godly parents: Zeus and Isis
sphere of control: lightning, flight, medicine, marriage
appearance:

personality: a bit cocky, has a quick temper, but cools down quickly as well. Has a caring side, shown only to a trusted few.
sacred animal: golden eagle
powers: can summon lightning, create storms, summon anemoi thuellai (storm spirits), and fly using the wind. If he concentrates, he can heal physical injuries and diseases.
weapon(s): his father's lightning bolt, a staff
other: Alexander's main weakness is water. It can neutralize his lightning, to an extent.

name: Ronin
gender: female
godly parents: Loki and Athena
sphere of control: intelligence, heroes, manipulation, magic, and chaos
appearance:

personality: snarky, cunning, and a prankster. Ronin does have a serious side, but she doesn't show it too often.
sacred animal: red fox
powers: Ronin has a grasp of magic only surpassed by her father, who is also her teacher. She is also a genius, taught by her mother.
weapon(s): her magic, her intelligence, and a naginata
other: Ronin's magic specializes in illusions and combat. Anyone with truesight can see through her illusions, however, and she's weak to fire.

[User] Masrith peacefully stood from the seat he had taken. "In terms of a crime being done, I do not believe one was truly committed, it is true that the strong replace the weak. That is a rule that has never been changed throughout time. Instead, I believe, if she were to be punished, it should be for the consequences we will have to face for her recklessness of killing a god with a role such as Kali. This could set forth events we aren't prepared for. I never knew Kali. I don't the the one who awaits punshiment either. It seems to me that this is simply a result of someone who wanted to test their might on or of the greatest warriors in the Hindu pantheon. I do believe that duel would have been much more proper but it is what it is. We need to focus on what will result. We shouldn't waste time sitting here in a debate of right and wrong." Masrith then sat down quietly and waited for the others to speak.

[Assistant]
Cythlla giggled, holding a hand up to her mouth, soon it went into a hysterical laughter. "You guys are so funny! You keep talking about how what I did was wrong, or what I did was right!" Cythlla said with a grin looking at all of them. "I don't care if what I did was right or wrong! I'm just part of a process! And it's going to continue! You can't stop it anymore! Corruption is coming, I hope your prepared!" Cythlla was hysterical but her words were true, she was only a stepping stone.

"Punish me if you will, I have said what I mean to say! So lock me up! Then lock up everyone else too cause their gonna be part of this process!" Cythlla said her grin even bigger, her eyes crazed now. She had lost her sanity, anything else she spouts now isn't going to make sense.

"Don't you hear the steps of corruption! Their taking hold now! The ducks are quacking with madness! Your all quacking with secrets!" Cythlla yelled out, now she had gone mad.

[User]
From Satyaloka, the sphere of truth, Brahma looked out over the world. The God himself was enclosed within a lotus flower, the petals sealed around Him as He sat in perfect stillness. As per his divine right, both that which is and is-not was inherently known by himself. The manifestation of Para Brahman, the incarnation of that transcendent root. And yet, even this being had come to a stark conclusion.

He was disappointed.

In Rasatala, they were rising. With the Black One absent, they were unfettered. This world, even if He had known from the first precept to the last, that did not mean He took any pleasure in this knowledge. Yes, even if Her Mahashakti had returned to its root, it was irrelevant here, simply because of that very disappointment. Yes, the last time this world had become like this...

"That's it, that's precisely it. I am Brahman. Just as Fourfold and Fivefold are Atman, so too am I Brahman. As that is the case, as this Truth holds true..."

"Lord Brahma, Lord Shiva, I thank You from my core. I will aim to become a ruler that You may one day smile upon."

"I see now, I see what I must do. If you call me a demon, a monster, then a monster I shall become. I will shoulder all the darkness in these three worlds upon my shoulders! I will save the world, even if I must stain my hands in oceans of blood! I will become everything that I hate, if it means that I can save everything that I love! I am the Demon King, and this is my world!"

...that child, such a regrettable end. Even as that journey began, He knew the end but refused to let it diverge. That idealist scholar who became the legendary Demon King. Yes, the last time, the last time, it was already...

The Creator sat in the eternal lotus, isolated in the realm of His domain. Merely Himself and that being whose flight was the cycle of Moksha were within this land.

And so he remained.

[Assistant]
In a realm distant to that of the physical plain restedthe soul of a hate filled beast. The soul of sithilerine rested. Sealed away and left to be forgotten. This was the result of his last fight. He had rampaged against the gods and was almost victorious. However, after consuming the soul of Hades, he had unforseen side effects that had caused his down fall. His soul was sealed away by a unification of gods that would use their power to hold the barrier so that his soul would never take form again. Now there has been a mistake. Sithilerine looked up at the barrier. It's power was fading, a god that had helped to hold the deal has been vanquished. Kali no longer had her power to it. Sithilerine grinned. His mighty wings took to the air. His soul sought freedom from its accursed prison. His charged his magic and let out a mighty roar. The barrier began to give away and suddnely broke. Sithilerine, the god of the apocalypse was now free. His soul began to search for its imprisonened physical form. The gods were clever. They knew that if they destroyed it, he would simply form a new one. Instead they sealed it away. This prevented sithilerine from manifesting onto the mortal plane for long periods of time. His search let him to his mark. Sithilerine had now used the gem to reconnect to his physical form. The body began to turn and crack. As if it had been stiff from never moving. His body, massive in size was now free. Sithilerine had hatred to let out. He roared as loud as possible. Only some gods would hear this, and they would fear, the return of the destroyed of worlds.

Sithilerine looked at his physical form. He shrunk down to the size of human and collapse. "This imprisonment had weakened me. I will need time to recover." With a beat of his wings, he took to the air. "I must find a place to rest. If I were to encounter the gods now, my only option would be to flee."

[User]
Their was a sudden whoosh of the wind a arrow whizzing pasted them and into one of the targets,"Very good sister you have good aim but i can do better with my bow then with your fire" Lea the son of Loki and Athena was at the doorway watching them smiling to his sister.His eyes were on her but not on his father whom he had not speak to in a few days.

He put away his bow onto his back as the arrow disappeared form the target,His hand taking the staff that was resting near the doorway making his way towards the two.

[Assistant] A roar filled his ears. A roar so terrifying that gods of wars and bravery would tremble. He used his power of the mind to broadcast the roar of the end of the world to the others in the room. So that they might know too...

[User] "Well, considering that I have just learned the use of fire this very day, I'm not surprised." Ronin shot back quickly. However, her brother's comment ignited her competitive side. Summoning water to swirl around her hands, she froze it into icicles and shot them one and two at a time into the targets, hitting the bullseyes every time. That done, she smirked at Lea and dusted off her hands. "As you can see, with other elements, I'm very good."

[Assistant]
Lea clapped his hands a few time in a sarcastic manner of course wanting her to know that he was not impressed with her magic,He moved his staff aiming the end of the staff letting the emerald jewel at the end glowing a bright green sending a lighting like bolt blowing up one of the targets."Now that is how you destroy a peon" He said with a big smile on his face now putting the staff standing beside him.

"Father...how are you?" He asked now letting Loki's existences known to him.

[User]
@Minimum@BKburke@Stephanie Dola
"And this is why you shouldn't have killed a critical God." Odin waved his hand, as he himself had already heard the escape of that old monster.

"Alright, since the girl seems to have taken the leave of her senses, lock her up in Olympus. This is a temporary measure, as we don't want her getting in the way of your coming battle. If she regains her sanity and seems trustworthy(she wont) then you guys should probably release her to help you in the coming battle." Odin motioned toward one of his Valkyrie, and they started to bring the tables into the hall once more.

"Good luck in the new fight. Make sure to keep the brawls away from Earth. Now get off my property."

[Assistant]
"You want explosions, I'll give you explosions." An arc of light lanced out of Ronin's hand, hitting the target and blasting it into smithereens.
"Peace, Ronin." Loki attempted to curb his daughter's competitiveness. "I am well, my son. And yourself?"

[User] "Fine but i wanted some advice on how shape shifting i need help mimicking something...But that can be for late father" Lea aid shaking his head at Ronin's competitiveness."How is mother doing?You look good..as always" Lea said moving closer towards the two tapping his staff on the ground transforming himself into a ugly version of Ronin mostly to mock her before going back to normal.

[Assistant] "I cannot believe you people would do this to innocent "peons". Connor stated. "Lord Shiva would not do such a thing. Nevertheless. This whole thing is stupid. This is what happens when too many deities are in the same place. It's a wonder that India hasn't self-destructed three thousand years ago". He looked away. "Anyway, have a good day. . . please stop killing the innocents. Or I will stop coming here".

[User]
Homura@Minimum@BKburke@Cuccoruler

The hearing of the beast's roar was the least thing Cynbel wanted to hear today. It was bad enough he had to deal with his peers, and show up to this stupid trial. He should have seen the beast's return coming, given that Kali was no longer around to make sure it didn't get too antsy. Cythlla seemed to be getting what she wanted, which only further irritated Cynbel.

He needed a drink.

Odin wanted Cythlla locked up for now, which was reasonable, especially given the fight at hand. He had other, more important things to do than deal with her. There was a giant beast which was free, who was going to bring the Apocalypse to all. This was far more concerning than a mad little girl being a brat.

As the Valkyries began to set the tables back up, Cynbel grabbed one of the chalices, and chugged what he could before placing it back down on the table. This was going to be a long day, and he needed something to keep him going.

" I'm going to go alert the others, bring together a warband, and deal with Sithilerine. You two lock her up in Olympus, I'll decide what to do after. Good luck. "

Cynbel transformed into a Raven, and flew off towards Olympus. Hopefully, his peers would actually listen to him this time. He was a God of War, the most qualified person to deal with this battle. As long as they followed his commands to a T, the beast would be dealt with, and for good this time.

[Assistant]
Ronin growled, then used illusions to change her appearance into an elderly, stick-thin, hideous version of Lea. After a few minutes, she let the illusion dissipate. "Don't try to out-illusion the goddess of magic, brother dear." As he seemed to only wish to speak to Loki at the moment, she turned back to the targets and began destroying them in various creative ways.
"Athena is well, thank you for asking." Loki replied. "You look well... no matter what Ronin seems to think." He shot his daughter a teasing glance. She stuck her tongue out at him playfully in retaliation.

[User] "Thank you father i appropriate the compliment,I also wanted to speak to mother about helping me train in archery i want to learn more form her" Lea while Ronin's back was turned gently poking her with the end of his staff while she was firing her magic so she would miss."Dear father do you know where Seanathair Odin is?I wish to speak to him if he could train me.." His eyes on his father his hand tightly moving the staff close to him.

[Assistant]
Loki let out an annoyed noise; he wasn't on the best of terms with Odin. "I assume the Allfather is on Asgard, as usual."
When Lea nudged her, Ronin missed the target completely; however, a quick mental command swerved the bolt of magic around to destroy the target from behind. That finished, she whirled on her brother. "Was that completely necessary? For all you know, that spell could have taken out the wall!" She rolled her eyes. "Not that I can expect you to understand, sister dear." It wasn't something she did often, pointing out the similarity between her brother's nickname and a Midgardian girl's name, but she was annoyed.
"That was uncalled for, Ronin." Loki rebuked mildly. On one hand, he was the god of mischief and was amused to see his children following in his footsteps. On the other hand, Athena was trying to get him to be a better role model.


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This CS has been approved by Lich.
Titles: The Witch Mother; The Hag Queen; Queen of the Black Forest

Age: Unknown; Appears around early 20's (Rumored to be over 1,000)

Gender: Female

Race: Hag

Appearance: Normally, Belladonna appears as a stunning young woman with flawless pale skin and incredibly fair hair spilling over her shoulders. She is small in stature, little over 5 feet in height and seems delicate and fragile, like a porcelain doll, but one look into her chilling golden eyes will show that she's anything but. As a queen, she has a taste for luxury and wears glamorous gowns and dresses of fine silks and furs. She also has a deep affection for gold, which is always dangling around her neck and off her ears. Her most iconic pieces accessories are the Black Forest Crown and the Mother's Claw. Both have become symbols of her power as a ruler and as a practitioner of the mystic arts.

In her Hag Form, her pupils become catlike slits and her skin gains a gray-green tint. Her mouth becomes full of razor teeth and her finger nails turn into sharp black claws.

Personality: Intellectual and logical, Belladonna is always one to keep calm in the face of adversity. She thinks things through thoroughly, making sure that every detail of her plans is fool proof and will benefit her kingdom. She is rational and level headed, always keeping a calm and frighteningly cool exterior, even if she's boiling with anger underneath. No one can ever be quite sure of how she's feeling or what she's thinking. She's an extremely crafty creature and finds great pleasure in outwitting some of the most clever minds in Aeos. She is quite a skilled strategist, not only in politics and battle, but in almost every aspect of her life. Belladonna loves to have control over the world around her. Every one of her moves is choreographed, every word and phrase has a purpose, and every spell has intent. She can be classified as both a perfectionist and a control freak, as everything must be flawless in her eyes. Belladonna absolutely hates risks and much prefers to know the outcomes of events before they happen. It is thought that she feels this way because, despite her ethereal grace, she has extremely bad luck and has often tripped over her skirts and broken priceless artifacts. As a result of this, she also detests gambling.

Though rumored by those outside of the forest to be a blood thirsty tyrant, the Witch Mother is a just and kind leader, always putting the needs of her people before her own. She adores her kingdom and craves to see her followers reunited with the outside world, but there are still parts of her that holds a grudge against the races that condemned and burned her people. Regardless, Belladonna has forbidden the hags under her rule to kill humans or other races unless they are attacked and have no other option. She is extremely protective of her people and all things that she loves. The Queen can certainly be thought of as a mother, watching over the children of the Black Forest. She's also quite proud and knows herself to be a powerful being, yet she still knows her limitations and will not enter a situation she absolutely knows she cannot get out of. It is just her way.

Weapons: She carries no physical weapon.

Skills/Magic: As the Witch Mother, Belladonna is a very talented practitioner of magic and has dedicated much of her long life to studying the intricate arts of the craft. Her powers are spoken of far and wide, but no one is quite sure of what abilities she truly possesses. She is a skilled healer and has saved the lives of many men, plants, and animals throughout the course of time. She is also a brewer of many potent potions and poisons, which by themselves are capable of many things. Belladonna is also capable of casting quite a large array of spells, from simple love spells to horrible curses and battle magic.

Though she is an exceptional enchantress, Belladonna is beyond lost in combat without her magic. She is a hopeless melee fighter and couldn't handle a weapon to save her life. Physically, she is extremely weak and fragile, which is why she often relies on her familiars to fight on her behalf. There have been several occasions where almost all of her familiars had been defeated and she was left drained, weakened, and extremely vulnerable.

Like all hags, Belladonna has to feed on the life force of another in order to stay beautiful, strong, and alive. She tries to absorb only a minor amount of energy from her hosts in order to reduce the chance of killing them. This comes with a variety of setbacks. Belladonna and her abilities are not to their fullest potential because she refuses to take more than she needs to stay alive. Because of this, murderers, rapists, and other horrible criminals are lured to her castle in times of great need, just in case she needs to take lives in order for her powers to be at their peak. Belladonna also has a hag form, in which she becomes a grotesque ghost of her former self. In this state, she is much faster and somewhat physically stronger, though she's still incompetent in physical battle.

History: Belladonna Hemlock was not always a queen. She was born into the life of the traditional hag. She was raised in a small coven of healers and wise women who lived in the vast forests of Aeos. She and her younger sister, Hel, grew into their powers quickly and were regarded as prodigies by their elders. It was foretold that one of the two sisters would lead their kind into a prosperous new era. Belladonna, whom was constantly tripping over her own feet, was sure that her sister was the one that the prophecy spoke of. She guided her sister, teaching her everything she needed to know and prepping her for leadership.

As the sisters grew older, they grew closer and their powers grew stronger. They broke away from their coven to travel the world and see what Aeos truly had to offer. They wandered, joining up with various hag covens and mage guilds along the way. They learned many things about the mystic arts and gained a reputation as powerful witches, capable of working even the most impossible of miracles. Due to their success, the hags as a race were receiving more recognition and were coming out of the corners of society, taking their first real steps into the light. Then the Demon Lords began to terrorize the world, instilling fear into the hearts of many. Many hags who practiced dark and malevolent sorcery fought alongside the demonic armies, leading many to believe that all hags were in league with the Lords. Thousands upon thousands of hags, a great majority innocent, were hunted down and burned, beheaded, or drowned.

Forced into action, Belladonna fought passionately alongside great warriors and mages again the hordes of demons attacking the land. For a period of time, she even fought shoulder to shoulder with Oonar, the great mage of legend whom would find Aeos' salvation. During their time together, they became increasingly close, sharing secrets of magic and stories from their respective pasts, finding great comfort in each other's company. Eventually, the two became romantically involved and practically attached at the hip, rarely leaving each other's side. Belladonna truly loved the man with all her heart, but her sister was reluctant to accept their relationship. Hel had developed a certain distaste for other races, humans in particular, and detested the fact that Belladonna was sharing her bed with Oonar. She soon left without a word, leaving Belladonna without the only person she had always had. It was hard for her, but she was still able to go on with her lover's help.

One day, a mortally injured hag stumbled into Belladonna's camp and demanded to see her. She rushed to the woman's side and attempted to heal her, but it was in vain. The older hag claimed to be the Witch Mother, the leader of all hags throughout Aeos and gave her an ebony claw. As she lay dying, she spoke of the prophecy of Belladonna's childhood and told her that her destiny was coming. She uttered the words "Black Forest" with her final breaths before she succumbed to her wounds. Belladonna stood up and put the claw on her wedding finger and received a vision of the Black Forest, a place whispered of by hags and feared by all others. That is when she knew what her destiny had come. With a heavy heart and sorrow in her eyes, Belladonna said goodbye to Oonar, who had a destiny of his own, and they parted ways. Belladonna once again travel Aeos and gathered every hag she came across, showing them the Mother's Claw and preaching of her vision and her plan. She gained a massive following and led them where she could feel the god's tugging her. Then, they came upon it.

The Black Forest was long dead when they found it, it's previous king slain by an arrow through the eye and the crown still attached to his skeleton. Belladonna was led to a large tree with images of the goddess Mortiphone and god Espiritus, whom created the forest thousands of years ago in order to give shelter to their followers, the Muertamantes. For centuries, after the mysterious extinction of it's inhabitants, Belladonna believed that the Black Forest could become the new home of her people. She offered herself to the deities of the forest, whom subjected her to tests of the mind and soul, making sure she had pure intentions. She passed their trials and they awarded her with the Black Forest Crown, which allowed her to shape a kingdom for all the hags that followed her.

She ruled as queen after the defeat of the Demon Lords and has done so quite successfully for centuries. There are still whispers of her "wicked ways" and the "evil" of the hags outside of the borders of the Black Forest, but this is nothing compared to the true evil of the Dark Lord. The Black Forest still remains untouched by his forces and Belladonna has not picked a side, but she is frightened that she might be forced to either fight or submit. Neither sound particularly pleasant to her as she isn't sure that there is anything quite powerful enough to fight against the Dark Lord but she not willing to give up her crown and subject her kingdom to the rule of this fiend.

[User]
Eahara

"Like hell am I going with you!," Eahara snapped, her eyes narrowing at Ysran as if he were some traitor to her cause. Her quarry was getting away as they spoke and she could not allow another step to be taken without her double timing it after that damned orcish warband. "I need to kill Tharac now! I cannot jeopardize my mission now, you cur!," the Kobold growled before turning away from the two and to retrieve her essentials from a skeleton that had delicately been holding them, snatching them away. After securing her bow she began to walk towards the tree line where she had seen Tharac's warband go, eager to begin hunting her quarry once more. "If one of you wants to tag along then keep up," she said in a tone that really stated that they had not get on her way again.

Soon she disappeared into the tree line, breaking into a sprint and bobbing and weaving between trees and bushes. If Eahara hurried then she knew she could catch up to the warband in no time, her only hope would be that they did not suddenly change direction. Then again, an orc's foot was large and easy to track thus making the situation all the better as all she had to do was look down to see if there were any large footprints to keep up with, which there was, and keep on the trail. Those two fools had slowed her and she wanted to skin them for interfering in her mission against the Dark Lord.

[Assistant]
Ysran Stormreach
Ysran watched as the the kobold stomped off into the forest, as he saw her do her best to be threatening. A normal man might have been a little intimidated, but Ysran could only let out a nearly inaudible chuckle."Well, good luck! Have fun!"Ysran shouted after her.

Ysran remembered the little bow the Kobold had. He was guessing she knew how to use it. It was time to take some precautions. Ysran waved his hand in front of him, as a dark swirl went around his arm. Then the other. Then the rest of his body. Ysran put his hands behind his back and looked down, letting his hair cover his face.

"Well, so much for that. What about you, Caractacus? You want to go with? Look around some more?" Ysran put his gripped his chin, revealing his hand, which was covered in thick silver scales. Quickly realizing this, he put his hand back behind his back. "Although, you'd have to do something with your little horde here. I doubt the cart has room for all of them, not to mention, the driver probably doesn't want zombies on board."

[User]
Belladonna smiled at the Lich King, laughing softly as he recounted the last time they had spoken. "Yes, I suppose you did use this same trick, didn't you?" She listened intently to his words, taking a small sigh of relief when he said that their kingdoms would fight together should the Dark Lord attack either of them. That certainly put her mind at ease.

The Witch Mother sat up straight and pushed a strand of her fair blonde hair behind her ear. "I'm glad your land is faring so well. Those goblins must have been nasty to deal with at first. I remember several centuries back when the little buggers invaded the Black Forest. Killed a good number of my people before we drove them out." She looked out of the carriage window, seeing nothing but the screen of white fog she had summoned. "Things in the North are well. We've had successful crops, healthy babes being born, and the Forest itself is stronger than ever." Belladonna's hand went to her crown, which connected her to her land. She could feel the pulse of every creature, the growth of every plant, and the vibrations of the magic within it's borders.

"Oh yes," Belladonna began. "Tensions are high between my subjects and your elves, but nothing extremely out of hand has happened. A couple of scuffles here and there along the border, but they're usually quick and there's been no casualties." The Witch Queen chuckled. "Some of them have discovered that hags may appear like fragile flowers at first, but we're forces to be reckoned with." She toyed with the gold chain around her neck as she looked to the Lich King.

"It gives me great relief that my kingdom is still not alone in the shadow of the Dark Lord's army. Our numbers are growing, but we're still not strong enough to stand a chance against a force such as his by ourselves." Belladonna's hand went to her bosom, right over her heart. "As a ruler, I hope you can understand my concern. It's comforting to have an ally like the Navitas." She glanced coolly into Anvarwel's eyes. "The Black Forest will support any decision you make." She paused, thinking about the piece of 'juicy information' that he had. "I'm curious, old friend, what is this knowledge you possess?" She leaned forward. "Perhaps we can make an exchange of knowledge? I've caught wind of a certain item that the Lord is looking for. Well, not exactly an item and more of a person, but I digress."