[System]
BASIC
Goes By (Nicknames): Maleficent (alter-ego); The Winged She-Elf; She-Devil, Devil's Incarnate (by Thorin); Delva, God-Mother (by Fili & Kili).
Royal Titles: Lady of Ambaróna/"Fangorn".
Other Titles: First Commander of Isengard, Sauron's Most-Trusted Servant (as Maleficent); The Watcher; Guardian of Durin's Folk.
Age: 5,739 (Looks 37-38)
Gender: Female
Race: Elven Hybrid (Sindarin and Noldor Bloodlines)
Other Bloodlines: Silvan and Teleri (Through her grandfather's relatives)
20/20 Elvish (10/20 Sindarin, 6/20 Noldor, 2/20 Silvan, 2/20 Teleri)

APPEARANCE
Face Claim: Angelina Jolie
Hair Color: Medium Brown
Eye Color: Yellow-Green (Boldly-luminous when furious/angry)
Skin Tone: Creamy
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 119 lbs
Body Build: Slim

Finger Claws:

Curved Daggers:

Combat Outfit:

Dresses for Two Towers/Return of the King

Wing-Cloak

PERSONALITY
OVERALL PERSONALITY
Likes: Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Hobbits, Ents, Happiness, Animals, Peace, Music, Plant-Life, Training, Flying/Sightseeing, Yearly Seasons.
Dislikes: Death, War, Chaos, Greed, Spiders, Maleficent, Orcs, Sorrow.
Strengths: Fighting/Combat, Flight, Knowledge, Wisdom, Harsh Temperature Resistance, Protective/Affectionate Nature, Keen Senses, Agility.
Other Powers: Wallcrawling, Banshee Scream, Enhanced Strength, Telepathy, Telekinesis.
Weaknesses: Stubbornness, Loneliness, Anger, Vindictiveness, Split Personality.
Fears: Sauron, Losing Family.

Elegant | Unpredictable | Capable | Headstrong | Mysterious | Maternal | Observant | Intelligent

Everyone believed Saeril to be born as a creature of chaos and pure evil, but they just do not know the true story. In actuality, Saeril is a good-hearted, nurturing individual, who highly valued the peaceful natures of Middle-Earth, whilst having the passion to support and protect its various realms and inhabitants. Born during the First Age, Saeril is a strong-willed she-elf, and the last of an ancient Elven clan from Fangorn Forest. A very intelligent, loyal-to-the-bone perfectionist, who stays true to her word, she focuses on finding the best intentions for others, to the point of making great judgment calls, as much as willingly risking her life, in the process.

From the despair of her devastating past, following the Deceiver's corruption upon her mind, Saeril is truly hurt and very lonely inside, having to be caused by the guilt and horror of her cruel and malicious deeds, as well as the amount of pain and trauma she had to endure. After being rescued by Gandalf the Grey, she was left "more Orc than Elf", while her other alter-ego "Maleficent", a psychopathic representation of her corruption, still lingers within her mind. However, after Sauron's defeat, this other personality dissipated, giving back her natural Elven beauty.

The ultimate goal was to redeem and dissipate this inner darkness from within, but she never anticipated it to be a challenge when she rekindled herself with her Dwarven godsons Fili and Kili, whilst having to closely bond with a young she-elf named Yavanna, whom she had grown to love and deeply care for, as if she were her own daughter. Determined to protect both the Sons of Durin and the Bright Star of Middle-Earth, Saeril will become extremely aggressive and violent, whenever someone threatens, or has inflicted any sort of harm to them; as this contrasts her more-gentle nature, she will be blunt and gladly let the offenders know the price. In addition, since witnessing the death of Fili, she will go to great lengths, if it means to prevent Kili and Yavanna from falling under the same fate.

Both as "Maleficent" and herself, Saeril is a ruthless, immensely-formidable warrior in her own right; despite withholding a certain elegance, she's truly a very deadly foe for anyone who'd dare challenge her personally. A vast majority of her strength came from the enchantment Sauron had placed upon her, as well as the supernatural connection he was able to forge between them; even while she was formerly his chief of the Isengard legion, she possessed a number of abilities that have allowed her to stand her own, and even overpower the most skilled of individuals. Due to this connection, she's able to enhance these abilities. She also shows herself to have great telepathic power; either taught or naturally inherited from her parents and/or ancestors, she can read the minds of others, conjure up visions through physical touch, and receive thoughts from a certain distance.

Saeril will not hesitate to comfort, guide, or advise others when they seem to need it. Proud, proper, and almost-completely fearless, she will never bow to anyone she disagrees with. Evident by her relationship with Thorin Oakenshield, it's complicated when it comes to terms of the trust; she betrayed him (as he claimed) by "stealing" the starlight jewels from his treasure hoard for King Thranduil. Although she was claimed as not "trusting", Saeril openly showed that she cared a great deal for him, saving his life multiple times on different occasions.

BACKGROUND
Place of Birth: Fangorn Forest (Also known as Ambaróna).
Family:
- Kili Durin (Godson; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Fili Durin (Godson; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Dis Durin (Co-parent; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Vili Durin (Co-parent; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Hermia (Mother; Deceased) (Noldor Elf)
- Lysander (Father; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Ulla (Aunt; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kinloch (Uncle; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kriva (Grandmother; Deceased) (Noldor Elf)
- Disgla (Grandfather; Deceased) (Silvan/Teleri Elf)
- Fidnai (Great-Grandmother; Deceased) (Teleri Elf)
- Sahov (Great-Grandfather; Deceased) (Silvan Elf)

Other Relations:
- Gandalf the Grey/White (Mentor/Friend; Alive) (Maiar)
- Thorin Oakenshield (Friend; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Aragorn II Elessar (Friend; Alive) (Man)
- Lord Elrond (Acquaintance; Alive) (Half-Elf)
- Tauriel (Acquaintance; Alive) (Silvan Elf)
- Haldir (Acquaintance; Alive) (Silvan Elf)
- Gimli (Acquaintance; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Thranduil Greenleaf (Acquaintance/Friend; Alive) (Sindarin Elf)
- Legolas Greenleaf (Acquaintance/Friend; Alive) (Sindarin Elf)
- Yavanna Undomiel (Friend/Daughter-Figure; Alive) (Elven Hybrid; Mortal/Sindarin/Noldor)
- Bilbo Baggins, Frodo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, Peregrine Took, and Meriadoc Brandybuck (Acquaintances/Friends; Alive) (Hobbits)
- Azog the Defiler & Bolg (Enemies; Deceased) (Gundabad Orcs)

[User]
Being stopped by Thorin, didn't stop Fili, unfortunately. All his eldest nephew DD was glare at his uncle, and yank his arm away from his grip. Walking towards Kili, he stood next to him, like he always did during their youth.

Back in the Masters house, Bofur is passed out drunk under a table when he hears trumpets. "By my beard, is that the time!?", he shouted with slurred speech before he rises until banging his head on the table. He then rushes out to join the dwarves on the dock. "Wait!"

"Go now with our good will. And may your return bring fortune to all!", the Master announces before the crowd cheers with the company setting off on the barge down the lake. At the same time, Bofur pushes through the crowd, but when he reaches the dock, he sees the rest of the company has left, and is too far down the lake for him to reach. While this was happening, Saeril and Yavanna stayed by Kili and Fili, as they watched the boat float away.

"I can't believe he would just leave us like that!", Fili growled angrily. Bofur looked to the side, hearing Fili's voice and smiled. "Oh, did you all miss the boat as well?"

"Aye, we have. We'll need to get this one indoors", Oin was grateful that Fili and the two she-elves showed up. Kili's condition hadn't stopped him from being stubborn, and he doubted he would have been allowed to get very far in tending to his injury.

"Kili?", Saeril heard Fili say, as soon as the blonde felt his brother's weight give out next to him. "Kili!?", Kili looked like he was about to pass out, having to almost fall on the spot. Hurrying to catch him, and before he could fall to the ground, the elder she-elf cradled him. Moving his ebony black hair from his face, he was in pain. Please, not now, she thought to herself. "Come on", she told the others as she held Kili in her arms, carrying him closely against her chest.

[Assistant]
As Yavanna watched the boat sail away; she noticed Bilbo had glanced back at their little group worried. Thorin was at the front of the Barge, looking towards the Lonely Mountain as the Barge Sailed. The young she-elf was worried about Kili...he looked whiter than the palest sand. Worse than a ghost really.

"I have a bad, feeling about this." Yavanna muttered softly, as she heard Fili. She then glanced to the side seeing Bofur; he looked dissapointed, that he missed the boat. She smiled at him softly. With Sympathy. She then gasped seeing Kili almost fall over. "Kili." she said softly...he just groaned in pain, as Saeril scooped him up.

This really was bad timing. The small part of the company, walked through Lake Town. Trying to get some help for Kili, but pretty much all closed their doors...not knowing how to help a sick Dwarf. And so they ended up at Bard's doorstep again. Yavanna knocked on the familiar door..When Bard opened the door. He didn't look happy.

"No...I am done with Dwarves...go away!" He tried to close the door on them.

Yavanna caught the door, with Bofur's help. "No please...we don't know where else to go." Yavanna said.
"Kili's sick." Bofur said, glancing over his shoulder...Kili looked even more worse..barely able to keep his eyes open "He's very very sick."

[User]
As Bard finally gave them permission to enter, Oin lead them inside. With Bofur's help, they cleared the table off so that Kili might be set down. Kili was already perspiring from fever; the poison was flowing in his blood and making him deathly ill as a result.

"Set the lad down here," Oin told Saeril, as she carefully set Kili on the table, which only resulted in the youngest to cry out. Face ashen, Kili struggled against them, and he was starting to panic when he felt Oin remove the bloodied bandaging around his leg. "I need herbs, something to bring down his fever." Oin looked to Bard, hopeful that their host might have such items on hand. Not in his right state of mind, Kili was putting up quite a fight while trying to get away from the hands that were holding him down.

Bard was frantically searching through what he had in a cabinet. "I have nightshade...feverfew...", he was looking fast, and Saeril was trying to keep it together, almost beginning to pace back and forth. "That's not good enough", she breathlessly told him. Her heart was beating quickly; images of Bolg were coming to her, and silent anger slowly boiled within her. All she could do was keep it locked up. However, Kili's cries of pain weren't helping. "Do you have any kingsfoil?", she rushed to say.

"No, it's a weed. We feed it to the pigs", Bard explained while he frantically searched for other medicine. "Pigs?", Bofur then gets an idea. "Don't move", he told to Kili, which Saeril didn't really think it was necessary. She knew how to heal, but she wasn't sure if she could do it; she would be nowhere as talented as Yavanna either. The elder never felt so conflicted.

Oin shook his head as he looked the injury over. In all his years as a healer, he'd never seen an injury quite like this one. There was more to this than a flesh wound; Kili had been poisoned. "There's little I can do for him until Bofur gets back," he admitted fretfully, then jumped in surprise as Kili nearly kicked him. "Lad! Hold on, now! We're trying to help!" No amount of talking was getting through to Kili, he was too wrought with pain and fading fast. At this point, he was paler than both the princess and Saeril, combined.

"Isn't there anything you can do?" Oin turned his attention to the two she-elves, and he held onto the hope that they might have that would help Kili. "You must have something...can you take this sickness from him?", he asked Yavanna.


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Male

Appearance: Jerric has messy brown hair to match his caramel eyes, along with light freckles on his face. All in all he's a very ordinary looking guy... Until you get to his arms, which are much longer than any normal arms, so long that they reach down to the floor, and are covered in a deep, dark fur.

Hybrid Animal: Sloth

Abilities:

Strength: The Sloths ability to have three times the strength of the rest of its body in one finger multiplies for Jerric. He can hold himself up or hang from something for almost an indefinite amount of time, and if he uses this strength he can almost easily knock over a car. However he's way too lazy to actually use this strength

Speed: While Jerric is not very fast himself, if he actually attempts to move quickly his arms can move at blinding speeds

Swimming: Like a sloth, Jerric can swim extremely quickly for short amounts of time. However, he can not keep this up for long at all

Claws: Jerrics claws are almost half a foot long, and can slice straight through softer objects (the hardest material he can cut is wood)

Weaknesses: Jerric has little want to ever move or do much of anything, and while he can move quickly he prefers not to almost all the time. His body is also almost completely vulnerable to any attack that gets through his claws and strength.

History: Jerric was one of the few hybrids who managed to live his life in society. Thanks to his slightly less extreme animal attributes, he was able to simply hide his arms using an extra large hoodie... One with sleeves long enough to even cover his claws. From the very day he was set loose he was taken in by one of the lab techs from the experiment. Unlike many of the hybrids he was extremely fortunate to simply be able to live a somewhat normal, if not slightly secluded life. He lived as normal of a life as he could, however when the government came to take him back he simply went willingly... Being a sloth, not much really bothers him in life.

[User] "Let me prove it by explaining myself then." Jerric murmured softly. "I want to keep us all together and peaceful... If I can do that, the hybrids can stay together." Shrugging his giant shoulders, he leaned against the wall of the trailer. "The only way we escape this place and go back to our lives is if we all come together. But your commotion is causing them to realize that something is wrong. It's causing them to realize that maybe they don't want to be there, and the moment they realize that is the moment that the humans become even more suspicious of those of us who actually can make a plan to escape."

[Assistant]
Kara listened to the story with rapt attention. Though the exact nature of events was unfamiliar to her, she recognised something of herself in the tone Armis used to talk about her friend. She tilted her head as the other girl paused near the end of her story, feeling she was missing some unspoken part of it. Or perhaps that was just her thinking about her own life and her own people?

"She sounds… nice," she said after a short silence, even as she realised how little those words would mean in a situation like this. Of course Kara had no idea whether the hiking girl was nice or not- Lora hadn't been a nice person at all and Kara had still cared for her. More than Lora seemed to ha- it didn't matter.

She dug her hands into the pouch of her hoodie, feeling pretty out of her depth. She wasn't generally good at talking to people- not in a real way anyway. Sure, she'd learned how to play along with conversations and lead people to think about her in a way that she preferred, but it felt different when she started talking about true things. Less like a fight and more like something that was actually scary.

"Sooo," she drawled eventually, "You wanted to come here?" It felt strangely like losing to change the topic now, but she figured they would have plenty of time to talk as roommates.

[User]
Armis nodded and swept her arm up in abig dramatic gesture, trying to swiftly change the subject.
"Yes, I wanted to come here for one simple reason."
She paused for effect.
"I wanted to see whether or not we could play basket-ball. I've always wanted to play, I've read several books in it but I've never gotten a chance to actually do it... Also I've, uh..."
She rubs the back of her neck and mumbles out the rest,
"I read it was popular in the city and I thought you might play with me."

[Assistant]
Kara blinked in surprise several times before she remembered that she was supposed to reply. She always associated gyms with training strength or speed or fighting techniques, not with games.

"Er… ok I guess?" she mumbled, looking up as she realised how unenthusiastic that sounded.

"I mean, it'd be fun! I've seen people play basketball plenty of times," never joined them, though, was the unspoken addition. They said she was 'too short', but she knew that wasn't the reason she wasn't invited to play with people. When she was younger she'd gotten into fights over things like this, but that had only made people more afraid of her. Eventually she'd learned not to care about it too much, as that very fear was what earned her a measure of respect.

"Get the ball in the hoop, right? I can do that," she finished with a grin, jogging over to the wall to get a ball from a shelf. She bounced it on the floor a couple of times, getting a feel for the weight of it as she balanced lightly on the balls of her feet for greater mobility. She had no idea whether she would be a god shot, but she was fast and strong and had great control over her movements. It should be enough, right?

[User]
Armis grinned like an idiot. She was about to do one of the things she'd been wanting to since she was little, and it she felt so excited. In all actuality, she was unsure if Kara would even want to play. They had literally just arrived at a secret military base, who would want to play games? But still, it had been well worth the shot of asking.
"Yes, Basketball is a sport played usually by two teams of five players on a rectangular court. The objective is to shoot a ball through a hoop 18 inches in diameter and 10 feet high mounted to a backboard at each end..."
She walked next to Kara, then when she got the ball Armis walked under the goal to be in a position to catch the 'rebound' if Kara missed.
"It can't be that hard, right? Regular humans play all the time, and we're genetically engineered hybrids... Piece of cake."

[Assistant] "Do you understand what I have heard the driver and my captors talking about? Those tranquilizers aren't that strong sloth. Sure they take me down, but I don't sleep deeply." Shadow straightened his head. "We aren't supposed to get along. That would make it more suspicious wouldn't it sloth man?" He walked towards the back of the trailer. He could only think of the other hybrids that were out there. He saw only five out of possibly ten or even twenty. He wasn't sure what was here, and the reason he didn't want to find out was obvious. If there were other predatory animals, they would probably argue and even fight to the death over territory in this odd complex.

[User]
Now that she was up on her feet, Kara started to realise how good it would be to just run around a little. She'd been understandably tense ever since the guards had kicked in the door of where she thought she'd be safe, and she had always been at her best in the physical. If she sat still too long, she just ended up wearing her thoughts into knots leaving her irritable and unfocused. There was a simplicity to just moving her body that had always served her well.

Her lips quirked up at Armis' description of the game. The way she put it, it sounded like some kind of intellectual exercise at best, and a giant pile of snore at worst. She was obviously exited though, and it was infectious even considering where they were and with who.

"Piece of cake," she echoed with a grin. She bounced the ball a few more times, before hurling it in the direction of the hoop. It struck the board above it and ricochet back with enough force to sail over her head on the way back.

"Hehe, oops," Kara chuckled. She went back to retrieve the ball and passed it to Armis. Next time she would reign it in a little.

[Assistant]
Armis couldn't help but accidentally let out a little snort of laughter. Kara had put a little to much... 'Umph' into the throw.
She caught the ball when Kara threw it at her, careful to make sure that her slightly sharpened claws didn't pop the ball.
"Thanks, and uh... Maybe don't try to hurtle the ball into space next time."
She spoke with a joking grin so Kara would know she was just kidding.
"Alright, my turn."
She tested the weight of the ball, put it in her hands the way she had seen in the books she'd read, Then pulled the ball back and let it fly... Right through the air next to the Hoop. Nonetheless she giggled and turned to walk backwards while going to retrieve the ball.
"I guess we both need some practice."
When Armis got the ball, she carefully picked it up and passed it to Kara, making sure the ball actually made it to the target this time.
"Your turn."

[User] "Of course it would be suspicious if we all got along, but what you're doing is making them question things." Jerric answered calmly. "I need the humans to believe that we've accepted this place as inescapable and our new home. And for that to happen, no one needs to hold hands and sing kum-bi-ya. I just need us all to play along, and that includes you."

[Assistant] "And what do I get aside from freedom?" Shadow loved having freedom, but with the bad reputation that was building on and the small bounties being placed on his head by hunters and game wardens he wanted some sort of a deal. Shadow wasn't out to get all humans, just the ones that ruined his young, innocent life. The scientists and the guards. Whether he wanted to live peacefully with other hybrids in the wilderness was still in question for him

[User] "The ability to get back at those who brought us here." Jerric answered simply. "But only when the time is right. The last thing I want is to jump the gun on this and end up putting everyone in danger all at once."

[Assistant] Knowing that he had no choice Shadow let out a quick snarl. "Fine." He began to walk towards the sloth man again. "However..." A quick low growl erupted from his throat. "This does not mean we will be comrades after it is over."

[User] "I like to think of it as not-necessarily-enemies." Jerric answered simply as he took a slight step back, looking up at the larger creature. "So do we have a deal?"

[Assistant]
"Jacky!" the axolotl hybrid responded almost instantly, holding out one pink-skinned hand for a handshake. "There was also another kid living with me, but I didn't really see em much, so I don't know their face. But they're probably here!" he chatted, smiling infectiously at Alex.

(Sorry for late reply)

[User]
(That's alright.)

Alex smiles, chuckling lightly at the two with her.
 Glancing up at the trailer not far away she sighed, then turned back to the boys, "Mind showing me the way inside? I haven't been in a building for quite some time...."

 She could wait to see 'Jerric' later......right now....she admitted she was starting to get a little hungry.

[Assistant]
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"That sounds good, right Armaldo?" Jacky asked, turning his smile towards the armadillo hybrid. "Uh...About counting, I'm not good at teaching, but I can draw on a paper or something and help clear some stuff." he added, directing it towards both the other hybrids.

[User]
Alex smiled and nodded, "Luckily I know the basics.....1-10.....and some letters.....but mother never got very far with me."

 She shrugged, "Somehow I don't see an education helping me any.....so it doesn't matter."

Flicking her tail she turned her gaze to the manor ahead. It seemed huge; with countless rooms and halls to explore. She remembered what kinds of furniture were in a home and wondered curiously just what a person did with such things.....some called them a minor luxury; to own a bed to sleep upon and have running water close at hand.

 Sighing she crossed her arms. Would be nice to know what the humans planned with them and what kind of tests they were whipping up......made her want to find a guard and shake him up a bit....get some answers.
 But.....Alex knew aggravating the security and the facility's owners like that would only bring her and the other hybrids harm. Violence wasn't the key right now.

[Assistant] "For now yes." Shadow shooed him away with his paws. "Now let me sleep. I need it." Shadow walked towards the back of the trailer again. He was hoping this talk of being "friends" would end now. He didn't like making these sort of alliances, but he would be out numbered regardless. Shadow knows when he has a choice and when he doesn't. When there are two options, he will consider them and play them out in his own head.

[User] "I'm glad we've come to an agreement then." Jerric answered with a firm nod before slowly walking out of the trailer with a deep sigh. He was going to have to make sure Shadow kept to his promise, but for the moment the situation was taken care of. His eyes suddenly rested on a new hybrid comic towards the building, a leopard by the looks of it. His characteristic lazy smile grew back on his face as he slowly made his way towards her and Jacky. "A new one eh? Welcome!"

[Assistant]
Alex blinked and looked up to see a third hybrid walking towards them; long furry arms showing he was undoubtedly a sloth.
 Letting out a sigh she shrugged, "Thank you....although I'm not quite sure I feel as welcome in this place as I should be."

Flicking her tail she shrugged, "That feeling comes when someone ties you up and ships you in the back of a truck."

 Eventually, a weak smile came to her lips and she crossed her arms, "I'm Alex.....

[User] Jerric's smile slowly turned into a frown as he shook his head, sighing. "Tied you up? Really, it's like they don't even listen to me." He muttered as his mood clearly took a darker turn before he quickly smiled once again. "Either way, I'm sorry you don't feel welcome... I'll do my best to change that as soon as I can. I'm Jerric."


[System]
Age: 14
Hometown: Blackthorn City
Appearance (pic preferred):
Starter:
Bio: Liam dreamed of being a pokemon trainer like his father was once upon a time. He has a fondness for dragons. He dreamed of what the Dragon's Den would look like and hopes to one day be able to visit it. Liam traveled tough Kanto with Shiaranui. The two faced off in the final round of the tournament. When Liam was a baby, he had a babysitter, a Chansey named Florence. (She has evolved since Liam left on his journey.) A slip on a wet floor in the Pewter City Museum revealed that his hair is only dyed black. It was revealed in Blackthorn City, that he is the son of a Nurse Joy. He was as a random trainer called him when he was 5, "The shiny Pokémon of humans." Liam also explained that he uses a special dye, that has Bluk Berries as a key ingredient.
 Liam participated in and won the first and second ever Dragon Cup in Blackthorn City, having teleported home for it with his shiny Alakazam, Sherlock. He has also mastered the Battle Chateau in Kalos. Liam was the runner up in Hoenn's Grand Festival, and won The Evergrande Conference. Liam went on to fight and defeat Hoenn's Elite and Champion

Requested Legend(s): n/a
and his rival:

Name: Trevor Walton
Age: 14
Hometown: Vermilion City
Appearance (pic preferred):
Starter: -
Bio: Trevor disliked Liam, he disliked Liam solely due to the fact that he felt inadequate, believing Liam is coincided by his looks and talent in training. During the trip though Kanto, Trevor more or less followed the path of Blue in the original games. Recently, Trevor has warmed up some to Liam and Shiranui. He still may not particularly like them, but he respects them as strong Pokemon Trainers.

[User] Smaug noticed that Liam had jumped in to protect him. The Charmander started to respect Liam a little. "Are you alright Smaug?" Liam asked. "Char" Smaug said curtly.

[Assistant] "That sounds more like sass than gratitude," stated Shiranui. Titania was keeping a wary eye on Smaug.

[User] "Well, the more I see of Smaug, the more I think that he has had a troubled past." Liam said. "While it doesn't make how he's acting alright, it make it understandable as to why he does act that way."

[Assistant] "All it'll take is time and a bit of rehabilitation," Shiranui replied, agreeing with Liam's point.

[User] "Well, we'll get there." Liam said. Smaug was standing there waiting while the humans conversed.

[Assistant] "You feeling alright?" Titania asked Smaug.

[User] "I don't trust humans. This one that caught me seems to be nice, but foolish." Smaug replied in his mind. The part that Smaug wouldn't tell Titania was that he remembers his mom was held by a poacher. She distracted the poacher so he could get away. He heard a loud crack, followed by his mother roaring in pain, followed by a thud. Since that he had encountered four cruel humans. He than decided to set up a home here and tried to keep himself from being hurt.

[Assistant] "You sound like a Ralts I met a year back," stated Titania, seeing Smaug's memory of the poachers in his mind, "Your new trainer is very capable of taking care of Pokémon, being the son of the honourable family of Nurse Joys that run every Pokémon Centre around the world. My trainer on the other hand has a Pokémon who had the worst start to life you could imagine and it was here in Mt. Moon that he turned over a new leaf and pledged his loyalty to him." The Gardevoir shuddered in fear at the mention of Shiranui's strongest Pokémon.

[User] Smaug was not happy about his personal thoughts being invaded. He decided to simply light the way as Liam had asked.

[Assistant] Titania decided to wait until the time was right before she divulged Smaug's backstory to Liam. Shiranui saw Smaug start complying with Liam's order.

[User] In the distance, Liam saw two figures in the distance, but there wasn't enough light for Liam to discern who it was ahead.

[Assistant] Shiranui however had better night vision thanks to his ninja training and was able to make out who was up ahead.

[User]
The twins make their way to the bottom of the cave, defeating a man with glasses who had blocked them from proceeding. After they defeated him, he gave them one of the fossils that he had and allowed them to continue their way. All of their Pokemon ready to faint, they hoped that they were nearing the end.

"Koneko, what's that over there?" Neko said pointing.

"It looks like a staircase."

"Does that mean we're almost done with this place?"
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Inuzu was busy, very busy. He stayed up every night and day training with Giovanni. His Charmander wasn't seeing any improvement. All it could do is get knocked around. Inuzu felt annoyed. It was as if Giovanni only wanted Inuzu to join so that he could have his Charmander be a punching bag for his Houndoom.

[Assistant] Liam hurried to catch up to the two figures, shinning a flashlight to try and help get thier attention.

[User]
The twins notice a light and look back to see what the source was. When they looked, they saw Liam with a flashlight.
"Hey, how's it going?"

[Assistant]
"Alright." Liam said. "This is my newly captured Charmander, Smaug." Liam said indicating to the Lizard Pokémon. "I was going to show you about all of the different kinds of Pokéballs. There are several kinds." Liam set his bag down and fished out the different kinds, holding them up as he talked about them. "Beyond the standard Pokéball, there's the Premire Ball, which is purely a reskinned Pokéball. Next there's a Great Ball, with is superior, than the Ultra Ball is superior to the Great Ball. There's the Repeat Ball, which does better if you have already caught that kind of Pokémon, the Timer Ball, which does better the longer the battle has gone on, The Net Ball is superior if used on bug or water types, The Quick Ball works best at the start of the battle, The Heal Ball instantly restores the caught Pokémon to full upon capture, The Dusk Ball works better in caves or at night, and my personal favorite, the Luxury Ball, which makes Pokémon more friendly with the trainer, as it is a cozy ball. There is also a man in Johto who makes specialty balls from appicorns.
 The Fast Ball works like the Quick Ball, The Lure Ball works better on Pokémon who were fished out, The Love Ball works better if the captured Pokémon was the opposite gender of the one it faced, The Friend Ball works like the Luxury Ball, The Moon Ball works best on Pokémon who evolve with a Moon Stone, and The Heavy Ball works best on heavier Pokémon. Above all the others is The Master Ball. I do not have an empty one of those right now, but it is guaranteed to catch the wild Pokémon.

[User]
Nearly fainting from all of the information that Liam just gave, Neko grabs onto Koneko trying not to fall.
"All right, I understand. How do people get Master Balls? I heard they were extremely rare."

[Assistant] "Well, normally speaking you are lucky to find one every fifty years, but that is not the only way. For instance, we have encountered Pokéball factories under attack and saved them, the owner gave us each one as a thank you. Also, some lottos have a Master Ball as the Grand Prize.

[User] "Anything else you want to tell us? We were about to leave and I'd like to get out of the cave as soon as possible."

[Assistant] "Well, that is all on all of the different kinds of Pokéballs. I can tell you that, you won't find Great Balls until Lavender Town, and Ultra Balls in Celadon. Those other balls I told you about you may not find many of till later." Liam said. He also informed them that the next gym was Water Type, but it might still be good for them to come watch the battles in the Battle Factory.

[User] "Battle Factory? What's that?" Neko asks confused.

[Assistant] There are a group of facilities scattered across Kanto. These facilities are collectively known as the Battle Frontier. There is talent scout, named Scott that goes around looking for strong trainers to have challenge it. The first facility is the Battle Factory, near Cerulean City.

[User] "By watching us battle, you can learn some battle techniques," Shiranui added.

[Assistant] Neko looks at Shiranui. "All right! But. Who're you?"

[User] Smaug was getting bored of the conversations between the humans. He sat down on the cave floor and turned his face away from them. He wore a bored look on his face, in attempt to hide his annoyance.

[Assistant]
"I'm Shiranui Tsukiko, Champion of the Kanto and Kalos Leagues, Sea Hero of the Whirl Islands and Hoenn's Top Coordinator."

Titania wore a sceptical look on her face. "You may be able to hide your annoyance from the humans, but you can't fool me," she stated.

[User] Smaug glared at Titania. "You don't know what I deal with!" Smaug scream in his mind.

[Assistant] "When is this battle factory thing?"

[User] "The Factory is near Cerulean City." Liam explained.

[Assistant] "Yes, but when do people go there?"

[User] "Was far as I know, it never really closes, like the gyms. But common courtesy would say to go during the day."

[Assistant]
"When a Battle Frontier head hunter by the name of Scott deems them worthy to take on the challenge," Shiranui answered, "He looks around the regions for the best trainers to do so and that's why we're here. You're welcome to watch us battle there if you want to do so."

"Your anger is blinding you to the fact that I can read your mind like an open book," stated Titania, fighting to keep her own anger in check, "If you won't listen to what I have to say, then perhaps a heart-to-heart with someone who also had a painful past can help you get back on the right path." The Gardevoir used her telekinetic powers to levitate a Master Ball out of Shiranui's backpack and after mustering up some courage and determination, Titania opened the ball. The legendary Mewtwo appeared and was a little surprised at what it was seeing.
"Titania, what is this about?" asked Saisei.
"Smaug here is refusing to listen to his trainer because he has a bad opinion of humanity thanks to his past," answered Titania.
"Is that so?" Saisei replied, looking at the Charmander with a hint of amusement.
"You can take it from here," Titania finished, leaving Saisei to have a talk with Smaug.

"Smaug, you and I have had similar pasts," stated Saisei.

[User] "Were you whipped twenty times a day with Vine Whip every day since you were born?" Smaug thought toward Seisei.

[Assistant] "No, my birth has been much worse; if you could call it that," Saisei rebutted, "If you had been created in a stasis tube at a science lab with humans poking, prodding and messing around with your own genetic make-up just to make you into the world's most powerful Pokémon; how would you feel?"

[User] "Well, that is worse." Smaug admitted. "But, how am I supposed to know that this guy won't pull the same stuff?"

[Assistant] "Because I've known him for longer than you have and one thing I know about him is the fact that mistreatment of Pokémon is the complete opposite of how he takes care of his Pokémon," answered Saisei, "Like all the other members of his team, he used a Luxury Ball to capture you and those Poké Balls, I've heard, are a lot more comfortable than the standard Poké Balls that your species usually ends up being captured in. He's a member of the esteemed family of Nurse Joys and from what I've heard, any trainer who mistreats a Pokémon gets to be on the wrong end of their wrath including him. I've heard many horror stories about their tempers. The point is, there are few trainers who would care for you better than him."

[User] "Fine." Smaug said. "Doesn't help that thier talking is so boring."

[Assistant] "Not much can be done about that," replied Saisei, "You can pass the time by practising your moves. If you're strong enough to take out Pokémon who have a type advantage over you, you'll do no wrong in his book. You may even get some Poké Puffs if he's really pleased with your performance."

[User] "'Poképuffs'?" The Charmander was curious.

[Assistant] "They're little cakes that improve a Pokémon's affection towards their trainer and help the Eevee species evolve into Sylveon," Saisei explained, "Pokémon with high affection can avoid incoming moves better and have a higher chance of landing a hit right where it hurts."

[User] Smaug was fascinated by this. He told Saisei that he had a surprise he doubted any of these humans were expecting. He had inherited a power move from his parents.

[Assistant] "Your trainer will be happy to know that once you show him," replied Saisei with a smile.

[User] "I can't wait to surprised him with it!" Smaug said. He jumped up and began swinging his tail, practicing Iron Tail.


[System]
Chiaki Nettu
Age: 15
Gender: Female

Personality: Chiaki is calm, poised and elegant. She enjoys dressing in the 'Gothic Lolita' fashion, as she believes it helps her to stand out from her fellow peers. She is caring, to those she trusts, which is only a few selected people. Due to her popularity she has developed a sense of pride, believing in herself more often. Despite all of this, Chiaki has mild anger issues, to the extent where she 'pops off' unleashing a wave of anger upon the person or people that angered her.

Skills & Equipment: Being a model, she is a beautiful girl with many charming qualities and some stunning charisma that just draws people to her. She's also quite fond of Biology and the Human anatomy, you wouldn't know just by looking at her.
She equips herself with a lovely black thorn whip, both for fashion and fending off ugly brutes.

Arcana: Death
Persona: Freyja
Abilities:
- Bufula
- Mudoon
- Poison Arrow

Chiaki was always a kind, happy girl when she was younger, picking flowers, making friends. She believed she had the perfect life. Her mother was of Italian decent, her father was Japanese. She was born in the Tochigi Prefecture. Growing up there she had been introduced to several traditional, non-traditional and foreign practices. Her family only consisted of Her, Mother and Father. Although they were a small family, they succeeded in earning several amounts of income to support themselves. Her Father became a well known 'Waste Management' manager. Her mother took her education as far as possible, leading her into the supreme court where she defends people of all kinds. Poor Chiaki was left on her own, learning to take care of herself as her parents were never around during the day. Once Chiaki had reached her teens, she demanded that her parents pay more attention to her or she would call the authorities alerting them of how she has been mistreated all these years. Her parents agreed and vowed to spend more time with her.

Within the next year her parents became more distant, they would delve into deep arguments, fight all night and day. Chiaki was always the peace maker, she felt responsible, she believed it was her fault that they were fighting.
Once Chiaki had turned fourteen her parents then went through a few more 'rough patches' as they called them, then swiftly divorced and separated the following month. She would bounce from Mother to Father, Father to Mother. She had become sick of it, the life she had once knew was gone, she once again told her parents her feelings, this only angered them, they both agreed that if Chiaki hated them so much, she should go live somewhere else.

Chiaki was horrified, she ran away from the life she had once had, she had contacted a social service, they had her moved from Tochigi to to live with her Grandmother at Tatsumi Port Island. She had become accustomed to life there, she was staying with her Grandmother who had applied her for a modeling job for a magazine, against her will. She became very popular with the 'Goth, Pop and Gothic Lolita' Crowd. Her agent began to insist that she take her popularity to the next step and become a full fledged Idol.. After some convincing from her Grandmother, she agreed to it and was ready to set out on her journey as an up coming Idol. Unfortunately, her life changed once again, as her Grandmother had passed away. She was devastated, the life she had finally become used to, the life that she had created, one of happiness, was shattered.

She had turned fifteen and was attending private schooling but the social services believed it would be better for her if she was moved to live with her Aunt and Uncle in Warakuma, and attend the nearby school, interact with other students on a daily basis, so they enrolled her into the High School.
Having to turn back on her life again, she gave up being an Idol before she could even start, although there is still evidence of her being a model around, you don't even need to look hard enough, after all she is rather popular, if you're into idols that is.

[User]
Noboru Yamamoto-Warakuma High>Warakuma Hospital-4/5/2015

Noboru sighed as he got out of school. Drama club wasn't today, which was a godsend for him. No dealing with all that was perfect. He didn't have to deal with dramatic people. Heh heh heh. That was a good one. Noboru thought to himself for a second. It was time to visit the hospital, and go talk. He started on his way down the path to the hospital.

He got to the hospital, and looked in his bag. Good. The sweater was there, and he hadn't forgotten it. He had had it for a few weeks now, forgetting to give it back at any point in the past. He walked into the hospital and found her room. He walked in, pulling out the sweater. He opted to speak first.

"Hey you gave me this a while back and I figured you might want it. It doesn't really fit me, so it might be better if you had it back."

Noboru fidgeted, unsure of what more to say besides that. He thought of something quick, so the silence wouldn't be awkward.

"I hope you don't mind me asking. But back... there... your shadow said something before it disappeared. What was it? Or was it too personal to talk about? If it's too personal that's finr, you already had enough spilled to last a lifetime."

[Assistant]
Warakuma High4/5/15

 Having spent the majority of the previous on his own, Masahide had plenty of time to prepare himself for the return to school. Catching up on his studies and putting aside some time for his kendo drills. As he sat idly in his seat, gazing out the window, he couldn't help but recall his experience at the cafe. At first his focus was on his own unease, being around so many people he had never met and the awkwardness he felt. It wasn't often that he found himself in the middle of crowds, having made it a point to spend most of his time alone in his work or studies. Still, it wasn't all bad... He met a familiar face, and actually did something helpful for someone who hadn't asked for it. The thought brought a meager smile to his lips, though fading rather rapidly. His eyes flickered about the class as he took stock of his usual classmates; noting that the girl from the brutal brawl was among them.

 'How can one draw that much attention to themselves? And for something so stupid as a fight?' His thoughts echoed in his own mind, turning his gaze away and back to the front of the class, 'Is she not embarrassed? There are far better ways to draw attention to yourself.' Shaking his head with a subtle sigh, he'd attempt to dismiss the thoughts. He sat silently through the rest of the class, his attention never wavering from his teacher or his papers until the final bell had rung. Packing away his supplies in his satchel, Masa wasted no time in preparing his departure. Soon, he'd be among those in the kendo club, and have his chance to unwind.

[User]
Matt - Agriculture Club || Monday - After school.

Distracted by his thoughts Matt didn't notice anyone enter until Someone spoke up behind him as he was finishing off. From the quiet voice Matt guessed it was Kotori who he was turning around to greet, but before he greeted her Matt noticed the girl from the other day Shizuka or simply now Shizu walking up to him before she nervously greeted him while bowing.

"hahaha there's no need to bow I was hoping you were going to turn up today, If you want to join the club will gladly welcome you" Matt said with a beaming smile before placing his hand on Shizu's head and patting it.
He then pulled it away and laughed.
"sorry I kinda just do things like that at times, also hello Kotori as you can see we just got ourselves a new member… hopefully this one won't suddenly leave hahahahahaaa" Matt was energetic like usual Matt finally greeted Kotori.

"ok so now we have 3 proper members I feel like I should talk about why I wanted to make this club and some of my ambitions which I will start here" Matt didn't let his smile disappear but he had become a bit more serious.
"I have gotten permission to use the empty space next to the clubrooms to make a small field, I plan on using this space to test different agricultural methods….and grow some flowers but I mainly want to study methods more thoroughly.
I wish to find the best way to revitalise decaying lands and make barren lands harvestable"
Matt coughed and ended hoping he made things even a bit clear.

"oh right I almost forgot, i haven't really talked about what there is to do in this club… well I've got my ambitions but out of these what would you guys prefer? we can learn about agriculture methods of the world, learn about different plants and uses or something like growing different types of flowers and stuff" Matt had totally ignored the part where clubs have group activities until now

[Assistant]
Warakuma Hospital - Chiaki's Room

Shad an entire day full of questions and interrogations on what had happened to her, not only police but media bugs too. An Idol such as Chiaki suddenly going missing? The media eats that up for breakfast then recycles it for lunch. It didn't matter what she told them, she honestly couldn't remember what happened, just that she went to get some snacks for her and her cousin when she blacked out... Or was knocked out. It's not like she was going to tell them about the crazy stuff that happened afterwards in that weird world. She made up a very simple story that she must have been drugged, slept the entire time she was taken, and awoke outside the hospital still influenced by the drugs that her kidnappers dosed her with.

After a day of interrogation, her room was open to visitors and there was an in flood of male students with cards, balloons and gifts for her. It must have been strange for them to see her without her long hair into drills, no makeup, or fancy dress. The hospital wouldn't allow for to wear anything but their hospital sheets, no beauty products what so ever. Some hours later, the nurses shooed away the crowd of boys as they were being too rowdy, their noise began to irritate the other patients.
Shortly after, a familiar face showed up. It was Noboru.

"Hey you gave me this a while back and I figured you might want it. It doesn't really fit me, so it might be better if you had it back."
It was the sweater from a month or two ago that she gave him... Because of the 'event' back then.
"I hope you don't mind me asking. But back... there... your shadow said something before it disappeared. What was it? Or was it too personal to talk about? If it's too personal that's finr, you already had enough spilled to last a lifetime."

"Oh that! Yeah, um, well, thanks I guess... I mean, I can't really wear it since I have to keep this on until I'm allowed to go home..." In regards to the other question, Chiaki blushed and her hair fell in front of her face before she looked up and answered him.
"Um... Well it would probably be better... If I tell you here and now. While it's just us, nobody else... Noboru... I think I like, but more than just friends. My shadow... It told that I should confess my love for you. This must be hard to hear, coming from somebody like me, after everything you witnessed and did. But, I can feel it in my heart, my feelings for you are real, the rose you planted in my heart has bloomed into a full blossom. Noboru Yamamoto... Noboru Yamamoto I am in love with you!" Shouted Chiaki, her face red and hands shaking, she was a little scared and anxious, but she quickly calmed down and rubbed her cheek, eagerly waiting a response from the boy she confessed her love to.


[System]
Male
Looks about 30
Appearance
6'0"
Pale white skin.
White irises. Edges around his eyes are naturally often dark. Giving him the appearance of having eyeliner.
Messy slightly below shoulder length wavy white hair. Long bangs that often get in his eyes. Two engraved cylindrical medium length silver hair beads, one on the right side of his hair and one on the back left.
Silver feather dangle earring on his left ear lobe.
Left hand's fingernails are pointed and sharp

Faux golden mink fur double breasted coat. Length goes down to his mid thigh. Brown horn buttons. Brown silk liner.
Black with white polka dots pattern wool fringed scarf worn draped around the back of his neck under his coat. Loosely tied into a knot low right below his chest.
Various loose fitting polo or aloha/bowling shirts.
Gold 22" 10mm cuban link chain necklace.
White ribbed tank top undershirt.
Gold Rolex Datejust 36mm with a white dial and jubilee bracelet.
Silver band thumb ring, silver pinkie finger signet ring with a X engraved on the front. Gold pointer finger ring with a inlaid diamond. All on his left hand
Plain black leather dress glove with a white X on the palm on his right hand.
Silver 12mm cuban link chain id tag style bracelet on his right wrist
Black dress pants.
Black leather western style belt with an silver buckle and furnishings. Usually has a black embossed leather revolver holster on the right side.
Black leather cowboy boots with snip toe caps and floral stitching. Pant legs worn over the boot shaft.
Or
Various Air Jordan 5 sneakers.
White crew socks.

Hair
A bit longer in the back

Nemo is often considered a Mana-fiend among other terms. Someone who can feed off of mana itself for energy. He has a innate control over mana and mastery with absorption focused spells. Being able to drain other Talent's mana reserves to refill his own. With more advanced spells Nemo can even harness the natural mana found in the world for himself in a pinch.
While most Talents are able to increase their maximum mana pool by training. Nemo sadly lacks this ability. But makes up for it by being able to permanently increase his pool by fully draining mana from living beings and certain objects. Fully draining a magic user can also sometimes give Nemo the ability to use some of their spells.
An added bonus of consuming mana is that it makes him immune to aging.

All of his mana must be put to some sort of worthy use, and Nemo does so by specializing in highly destructive spells and traps. Often using an "X" shape motif. He also utilizes summoning magic circle relay rings. When a magic projectile passes through them, it increases in speed and power. Relay rings can also be chained together like a railgun to devastating effect.

Nemo triggers most of his attacks from the X shaped rune on the palm of his glove.

At times Nemo also has a affinity for fine custom weaponry instead of spells. Utilizing rifles, knives, and his trademark revolvers with specialized ammo to conserve his mana.

Nemo is fond of the dark and the cold. He sees and reacts better in darker places with his white nocturnal-like eyes. However as a drawback he often becomes irritated and uncomfortable in bright or hot areas.

While his actual age is a mystery, it is said that at a young age Nemo was shunned by all of the leading magic organizations for his unpredictable abilities and attributes. Being an orphan, Nemo was left to fend for himself in the world. His abilities were the only thing he had at a young age, realizing that most people were afraid of his style of spells. Nemo found that resorting to force to get what he needed was usually the only option that worked.

As his control over his abilities grew he began to get more involved with the magic underground. Nemo began to take advantage of his anti-mana magic to make a name for himself as a effective assassin against other fellow magic users. He did this as a means to both further his own power and take revenge against the magic community for it's treatment of him.

As Nemo's notoriety grew, the magic factions that once rejected him began to take notice. However not in the way he once wanted. Nemo began to become a problem for them, something that reached a climax when he executed a pair of Catholic Magi while on a armored transport mission.

The Church had let him grow unchecked for too long. To solve the problem they set an ambush up for Nemo with a group of Grand-Magi and a entourage of his students. A fight occurred between the two, ending with Nemo's capture. But not before the group of mages suffered great causalities, including their leader.

After the encounter Nemo was locked up deep in a pitch black cell within a dungeon located under the Vatican. There he lies in wait, feeding off of the small amount of mana rationed to him and wondering how long it will take before he is set free.

Despite it all Nemo often comes off as a rather chipper carefree individual, something that is often seems sinister while fighting instead. Nemo is often unstable, his polite and charismatic outer attitude sheds to his more psychotic inner shell while angered.
Nemo has a fascination with all things visual. Taking great pride with his work and considering the battles he partakes in as art. Aiming to make them as aesthetically impressive as he can.
He's also a collector, coming off as borderline greedy in some cases. He'll try to obtain anything he finds visually appealing. Nemo becomes highly irritated when his possessions are sullied. Thankfully he can often repair them.
Going hand in hand with his knack for collecting, he also takes great joy in eating. Being able to consume a very large amount of food and eat just about anything.

5.5 inch single action revolver.
3.5 inch birds head handle single action revolver.
Bolt action hunting rifles.
Balisong knives

[User]
Raiya figured the attack wouldn't be enough to kill their foe, but she didn't expect to dismember him. When the plasma sword passed through his arm, she felt a tinge of satisfaction at seeing the severed arm fall away. Immediately after her slash finished its arc, the blade faded, its width shrinking until it was a beam no bigger than a laser, and then dissipating altogether. As Raiya fell back to the ground, she was confused to see Zoey fall in two pieces and then burst into some sort of mana like flame and disappear. Raiya had never witnessed anything like it, and figured it was just another one of Zoey's illusions.

 When the Captain hit the deck, he surrounded his body with water allowing the water to grow to an enormous size, which was a tad bit intimidating. After a moment the water sloshed back down to the deck in a normal pool leaving no trace of him or his magically controlled waters. That was when Nemo suggested their enemy had made a run for it. Raiya followed closely behind Nemo has he gave chase to the captain. The scent of the air was indeed thick with blood, even if the captain had attempted to mask his trail, Raiya's nose could pick him out from a hundred meters away. Fortunately enough the captain was kind enough to leave a visual blood trail to follow, but Raiya kept her senses keen just in case the captain was attempting to set up a trap of some kind. She summoned one of her sashimi knives and gripped the handle so the blade pointed down and out, preparing herself for any ambush style attack.

[Assistant]
Nemo looked to Travis during his brief pause in front of the hatch. "It's hard to say for sure, but I can't imagine he's doing it for no reason. I fear now that he's wounded and his crew is dead, the good captain might have something a bit more drastic in mind. You can pursue him with us, or otherwise take a crack and disabling that last shield generator." Nemo commented before taking off down the corridor after Seidon with Raiya.

Nemo made sure to try to stay out of the trail of water as best he could. The last thing he wanted to do while chasing someone is slip and fall. He wondered where Seidon was going, as they passed the stairs down with no trail he knew that he must not be planning to travel to the bowels of the ship where Nemo and Raiya were before. Was he going to the Captain's quarters? The improved but dated decor of this level made it seem more "livable" than the underbelly was.

After rounding another corner the duo met some resistance. Two crew mates were defending the path. One at the end of the hall with a spell at the ready, and another peeking out from a doorway in the middle with a pistol and a dagger. The spell-caster struck first by letting loose a large blast of magic plasma down the hall, causing the other sailor to take cover behind the door frame to avoid getting hit.

Knowing that they didn't have time to waste avoiding the attack, Nemo pointed his gloved hand forward and let loose one of his own spells in the form of a large glowing white X. The spell collided with the plasma wall and exploded, absorbing most of it's magic energy and causing it to dissipate early.

[User]
Raiya continued to follow Nemo until they were met by a few normal sailors who were about to find out that they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. "I got these guys." Raiya said confidently.

 Raiya clenched her left fist and charged mana into it. A glowing pinkish ball began to gather around her fist until she opened her hand, the energy coalesced into a somewhat solid orb that she could physically interact with, the size of a baseball. Raiya aimed and tossed her pink spell grenade at the wall. The spell hit the wall at an angle that bounced it into the doorway one of the crew members was hiding in. It rolled to a stop at his feet. The sailor only had a moment to look at the glowing pink ball before Raiya released the bounded field that surrounded the spell releasing a torrent of high voltage electricity which fried the hiding sailor as well as set off the rounds in his pistol which blew apart in his leaving a burnt corpse with a mangled hand.

 Raiya then rushed the other sailor who was frantically weaving another spell to toss at them. Raiya rushed him so fast that the sailor was only able to release a partially finished version of his spell which was supposed to be a grand fireball that probably would have incinerated the entire hallway and everything in it. Instead what he released was a small ball of flames about the size of Raiya's body directly at Raiya. After the flames dissipated Raiya was nowhere within the sailor's line of sights. But as the sailor began to scan his surroundings he knew he made a mistake Raiya had used the bright ball of flame to hide as she jumped directly over the sailor's head. Raiya quickly stabbed the sailor in the side of the throat with her culinary knife. He crumpled to the ground as he let out a couple of death groans.

 Raiya knelt down and used the sleeve of the now dead sailor to wipe the blood off of her knife. She looked up at Nemo from her knelt position as she wiped her knife down, "What?", Raiya asked innocently, "These knives are expensive and dried blood is annoying to clean."

[Assistant]
Nemo jogged across the hallway to see the body of the sailor and Raiya, cleaning her blade. "I suppose I've done worse." He commented, at a loss with any type of scolding. He then continued on, rushing down the hall. Off in the distance Nemo could feel Seidon's manawaves. He was stopped now, and they were getting closer and closer to him. Judging it with his manalysis he figured Seidon was in the room at the end of the hall.

The manawaves weren't the only thing that tipped Nemo off either, even from their distance he could hear Seidon chanting a spell. However he couldn't easily decipher the language he was using. Hearing a couple more parts of the chant told him that it wasn't any worldly tongue. Intent on stopping him, Nemo picked up his sprinting speed to reach the door. This one wasn't a spinning metal hatch like the others, it was a somewhat luxurious wooden door. As soon as he reached it Nemo used his boot to kick the door open.

The door broke rather easily, swinging open to reveal the captain's quarters, with Seidon standing in the middle of a large runic circle crudely drawn with chalk. He had retrieved his cane-sword, now with it's sheath back on. As soon as Nemo entered Seidon stopped chanting and slammed the bottom of the cane into the circle. It began to glow a faint purple in response.

Nemo drew his revolver and quickly fan-fired four rounds into Seidon's chest. The Captain didn't seem to even try to defend himself, he was shot four times in the chest. Seidon let out a guttural grunt before stumbling back and dropping his cane. He kept on his feet for as long as he could despite the wounds, but eventually tripped on a small table and fell over on his back with a loud thump.

The glowing of the drawn runic circle had stopped, making Nemo feel like they had made it in time. After all they hadn't been wiped out by some incredible explosion yet either. Nemo stepped over to Seidon's body, his revolver still at the ready to finish him off. The Captain let out a few gurgles to clear the blood from his throat after he stopped Nemo. "If it's any reconciliation, this wasn't personal. I've always found your services to be superb." Nemo spoke.

"O-oh don't worry lad, I've taken no offense." Seidon paused to cough once more. "But I'm going to h-have to apologize, on the contrary I'll... b-be personally bringing you all to hell with me." Seidon turned his blood stained mouth into a toothy grin before Nemo abruptly executed him with his fifth shot to the forehead.

Nemo holstered his revolver, not saying anything. His final words put a bit of doubt in his mind that they had made it in time. A doubt that would be soon confirmed.
HHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRR
A incredibly loud sound suddenly shook the entire ship. Items vibrated off shelves of Seidon's room and the entire ship let out a metallic whine in response from the sheer volume that was emitted by the strange noise. Even on the deck of the ship Travis and Zuri would be able to hear it clear as day. The sound didn't seem like it came from in the ship, it sounded like it came from below, deep below.

Nemo stood silent for a couple moments, something uncharacteristic for him. After a long drawn out pause he finally spoke. "I'm sorry Raiya, but I fear I've messed up by bringing you with me." Nemo didn't turn around to face her either, he still kept his gaze on Paul Seidon's body.


[System]
Age: Unknown (Part of the mystery!)

Race: 'Gifted' human

A healthy, radiant complexion and brilliant emerald irises make for a pleasant first-glance at the woman. Though the lack of sun-starved, pale skin may leave one wondering if the woman isn't from some sunbathed region. The smooth accent rolling from her tongue indicates otherwise, though it is difficult to place.

Keen features add to the intensity of her gaze; high cheekbones and a sharp jawline furthering the appearance of ferocity that goes well beyond the woman's underlying wolfish nature.

Raven locks fall to her lower back--assuming the woman has actually let them loose. It's more often she's seen with her hair twisted into a careful knot or a neat ponytail.

The result of ceaseless, almost obsessive, training is difficult to conceal behind any given attire. Her thick frame is undoubtedly more muscle than fat--though it offers a contrast to the sharpness of her visage if one takes the time to note the curvature of her figure.

Few scars are visible on her form, though on the occasion they are it would seem the woman bears very few. Faint lines cross her chest diagonally, similar lines replicating the effect on her upper back. Nicks and slender markings are scattered over her flesh here or there, the lines having grown so faint it is difficult to take note of them at all.

She exudes confidence bordering on a cocky attitude. Every graceful step is taken with a sureness, a sense that the woman is never second-guessing where she's headed; even if it's simply to slip inside a tavern for an evening drink.

Elizabeth has an unusual set of powers. While she is known for her excellence in studying shadow oriented magics, her origin leaves her with the additional benefit of her God's blessing; sharp eyesight, a sensitive sense of smell, and a pair of canines that seem almost out of place though they are relatively small. Her athletic abilities are increased as a result of this blessing. (See history for further explanation!). She has training in acrobatics, necessary medicine (field medic), and maintains the ability to utilize materials to create curious little trinkets littered with magic that produced unusual results.

Throughout Elizbeth's form the glint of steel is noticeable.

- A total of 10 throwing blades rest at her thighs, three strapped to the outer thighs, two to the inner thighs. This protects those vital arteries as well as provides additional weapons!

- Two daggers are sheathed at her hips, carrying a curious, deep violet glow.

- The inside of her boots are lined with much smaller blades, far too small to be adequate weapons in combat. Each was coated with a carefully crafted poison.

- A flintlocke bearing ornate designs, elven in nature, remains holstered toward the back of her belt.

- A bag clearly impacted by magic carries far more than it should.

- Though her pauldrons are small in appearance, clever tinkering has lead to their lining... tubing that connects one pauldron to a canister concealed in the other. When activated it releases a gaseous neurotoxin.

- Hidden beneath her leather bracers is a spring activated blade (Assassin's Creed style yes, sue me!).

South of the primary human Kingdom of Peilos rests the much smaller, secluded Kingdom of Lyceum (lie-see-uhm). The walled in region is tucked away on the southern coast, buried in a sea of pines and everpresent fog. The constant rain makes it a least favorite destination on any tourists lists, and if that didn't scare off the average traveler, the stories very well might. The Lycians (lie-see-ahn) were a separate community of humans, defected from their primary peoples thousands of years prior to the culmination of the great war between the elves and the humans. Though it began as a religious community, the dedication of their priests brought them the gift of their god. He was known simply as 'the great wolf'. If he had a name, no one spoke it, and the rumors that trickled from the once open city were twisted and altered over time. The humans there had been granted exceptional strength and speed, their grace no less benefited from the blessing though they become a brutal foe. The grin of a Lycian offered a showcase of pearly white, deadly teeth. The signature of these "creatures" as they were now deemed, was the brilliant yellow coloration of their eyes.

Elizabeth overtly was nothing particularly special. With a heavy hood to hide her features, none would know she carried any such blessing. Dark leathers constantly adorned her form, the woman's choice of accessory always the glint of steel. She was but a simple traveler if she was allowed to keep that hood on. This comfort did not last.

In the beginning she was known only within the walls of her own home. An accomplished assassin, rising through the heavily corrupted ranks of her city. Having separated themselves with thick stone walls and heavy iron gates, the citizens of the region had become reclusive, and ultimately infighting had begun. Their newfound immortality (or so it is rumored) lead to the realization that none would pass on to allow another to inherit title, to work along the ladder of nobility through not only achievement but the death of others. Assassination was more than a carefully concealed profession within these walls, it was a lifeblood. The very essence of the city. It's recent history was bathed in blood.

It was no surprise then that during the war a curious letter found itself on Elizabeth's desk, a sophisticated loopy script detailing the events of the greater world beyond those gates, and the need for someone as talented as her. She left the safety of her walls, of the towering pines and constant storm clouds, only to find herself ostracized.

While her work in the war had earned her heavy praise from her allies, her enemies were far less keen, and those bright yellow eyes made it clear she was not 'pure' in her humanity. Her home likewise had turned, shutting their gates in the interest of maintaining their reclusive status, naming Elizabeth nothing short of a traitor to their tiny nation.

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"The Queen is researching a solution to help us deal with the humans my dear. If she needed us she would of sent word. And I have been building this manor under her orders and have not yet had sufficient time to send correspondence. Though, I have been thinking of acquiring one of those human pets that others seem to have. You know, the ones that do things for you?? That would be just so convenient." Suddenly a stoic woman emerged from the bushes and walked right up, demanding of she could be helped.

"My, my, what have we here Lizzie Poo?? Seems one of the nomadic elves from the desert have received one of my letters. The poor thing is practically glowing!! This truly is delicious." Thortan half chuckled to himself. "Of course darlin'. All who seek refuge shall be welcomed with open arms. If they have a letter of course. Pray tell, what is it that seems to ail you??" Thortan reached out to put a comforting hand on her shoulder, and noticed she burned to the touch. His smile only grew.

"Seems the young ones fire is basically burning out of control. Well we can't have that destroying the manor that was incredibly difficult to build, now can we?? You must find a calm little firefly, in that flame is a white hot center. Inside it, is the source of your flame. Bathe in it, claim it as yours, right now it holds sway in you. You must wrest it's control and make it yours, lest it swallow you in a delicious conflagration that will sorely swallow you and those around you. Not many all called on to have this much elemental magic, the Dates must of seen great potential in you to gift your birth in such a way. Not that those three old cronies always know best, they try." Thortan said his smile giving way to a mischievous smirk.

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Lia looked up into this mans eyes and was unable to read him. Either way he was frustrating. Saying essentially what every single other teacher had said. She was destined, she must conquer the fire, embrace it. Yea thats great, Lia thought, fine and fucking dandy, until she scorched the earth and heats the lake near by and boils all the wild life because she "embraced her fire."
 "What makes you able to help me?" Her tattoos pulsed just once, her temper lifting its sleepy head inside her belly, one eye brow raised and a smile beginning to spread on its etheral self. She didnt want to be proven stupid for another wild goose chase. She could live out her life in the volcanic dunes of Demi. She slid the crushed letter from her back jean pocket, holding it out for inspection.

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It was nearly instantaneous, and without a doubt the involuntary response after having spent so much time on the run; at the sound of footsteps padding out of the forests Elizabeth had turned, her stature shifting and one hand resting at the pommel of a blade. Had she not seen the growing glow that indicated a non-human had approached, it was entirely possible she'd have drawn her blade with exceptional speed. Her posture eased only minutely once she'd taken in the appearance of the newcomer, and two steps had been taken to offer the elven woman some space as she spoke to Thortan.

Not a word was offered, only the shrewd gaze of the Lycian. It was a piercing stare that often left people feeling as if Elizabeth was looking right through them, analyzing their every thought and breath. It wasn't entirely inaccurate, she was exceptional at reading people, but she certainly wasn't staring into the depths of their souls with a simple glare. After a moment's pause Liz brought her cigarette to her lips, taking a deep pull and allowing the near-poisonous fog to rest in her lungs for a moment or two. As the smoke oozed from her nostrils she took an additional step, to the side this time in the event they moved inside.

She made no attempt to introduce herself, nor did she reach out to offer a hand. The accent that rolled from the elven woman's tongue was recognizable. Elizabeth, the overachiever that she was, was fluent in several languages. She had no doubt she would be able to catch onto the dialect of whatever tribe this newcomer was from, though it offered little solace to the guest, as she did not voice it.

Her only commentary was offered with her typical cynical viewpoint on any god that was not her own, or Erebus himself.

"The fates are nothing more than three old gossiping women with a terrible sense of humor."

[Assistant] Lia's gaze narrowed and flicked over to the Other one smoking a cigarette. It wasn't as though Lia intended to be rude, being a nomad her whole life introductions were pointless and not usually navigated. She assessed the woman quickly, noting the womans hand resting on the hilt of her sword. No sudden startles around this one then. Most likely, sneaking around would be useless as well. She gave a firm nod of recognition and turned her gaze back towards the Host, Mr. Masters. She could tell the woman was attempting to read her, and as Lia was an open, volatile gash of rage on good days, she wasnt too concerned with what the woman gleaned. Keeping her snarly fire in check took most of her energy, and left little for things like worrying about first impressions or what other emotion she would be giving away. Lia was more about actions and less about emotional politics and guess work. Her eyes briefly flitted to the cigarette in the womans hand, a pang of longing for a hookah with decent shisha assaulted her before she took a deep breath and returned her gaze to Mr. Masters.

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Liz, as jumpy as always pulled a knife on the burning girl, who at the same time pulsed angrily. Thortan once again placed a hand on the young elves shoulder. The heat slowly building to meltdown proportions.

"My dear, there really is nothing me, or the pup over there can do. There has been but a handful with your strength of fire to ever walk this earth. You must learn to control this ability those meddling crone's wove into your thread of life. I can tell you, that I am your equivalent with the power of darkness. So I truly know the boat your in. Fire is anger, it is the elements cleansing force. Clearing the way for all the other elements to build on it's recently baptized path. You must understand the emotion behind your element. For you are focusing on just the anger. Fire also represents passion, my young firefly. It burns away impurities to reveal the truth underneath. Both my fine furry friend and I, can see you are angry. It will not be easy, but allow the fire to burn off that rage and you may yet claim it's passion underneath." Thortan coughed and waved away Liz's billowing smoke.

"New rule, you can't smoke in the house, it's smelly and annoying. And if you burn your fur, I will laugh!!" He said mockingly.

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Brilliant, yellow irises drifted toward Thortan with his latest round of commentary, a sound similar to 'tchah' offered under her breath. The woman bore no fur, nor was she overtly wolf like save for the canines that extended within her mouth. Had it not been for the eyes, she'd have been mistaken as human. A sigh escaped too at the utilization of the word pup and she shook her head.

The cigarette itself had been snuffed out, her hand coming away from the hilt of her blade as she let the half finished smoke disappear in a brief swirl of shadow magic. "I won't smoke in the common areas, but I'll be damned if you tell me I can't smoke in my own room." A quiet had settled over her features as she returned her gaze to Ophelia, a brief smile coming to her lips.

[Not in 'English'!]"The god my people worship granted us a blessing based in rage, as well. Like the territorial instinct of a wolf we growl, snap and bite at those that even appear to wrong us. Calming the anger was the first step to learning how to navigate our gifts. It appears we have a thing or two in common." The words did not come out in the common dialect of the humans, but rather in the native tongue of the desert elves. It was smooth and without error, though it was the most common form of the language, and not spoken with any particular dialect in mind.


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Age: 143
Alignment: Lawful Good
Race: Elf
Class: Cleric/Barbarian
Appearance/Clothing:

Vaeri is an innocent looking elf, standing at about 5' 7" (170 cm) with long, straight raven hair that extends down to the base of her back, pale skin and bright blue eyes. At a glance she's quite beautiful with full lips, a small button nose, thin eyebrows and high cheekbones, when one takes a closer look, several tiny scars are visible all over, disfiguring her otherwise graceful looks. Likewise, Vaeri's exposed flesh, the rare times one can see them initially appear smooth and untouched, but upon closer inspection are covered in scars and barely contain wiry muscle below.

Vaeri dresses as a lady of the cloth should, with a dark blue full body cloak. The fabric is adorned with intricate patterns in white to provide visual contrast and indicating her status as a clergywoman. Around her neck and outside the cloak, Vaeri wears a necklace bearing the holy symbol of her god. However, underneath the cloak is a full set of leather armor, battle ready and kept in top shape at all times.

Skills: Concentration, Sense Motive, Knowledge (Religion), Knowledge (Nature), Climb, Jump, Sleight of Hand, fletching arrows, surviving out in the wild
Natural Abilities: Keen senses, the ability to see better than humans in low light
Magic/Spells: Heal: @Afina can decide how good this is
Tongues: Allows the caster to speak any language for the duration of the spell
Turn Undead: Vaeri can attempt to make Undead flee from her presence temporarily. Powerful Undead can resist this.
Divine Might: Holy power infuses the caster, temporarily making them more powerful and resilient
Flame Strike: Smites foes with holy flames
Additional Information: Vaeri worships Menhit, lion-goddess of War. (Fun fact her name means She who massacres)
Weapons: Vaeri carries a composite shortbow and a two-handed battleaxe
Possessions: On Vaeri's right ring finger is a ring of protection. One her back she carries a backpack that can hold more than you think it would and what Vaeri wants from the bag will always be at the top (the item in question must have been put in the bag beforehand for this to work). Inside the bag are her necessities (tent, rope, bedroll, tarp for the tent, soap, cooking utensils, oil, a lamp, flint and steel), holy texts, 8 vials complete with cork stoppers, 3 vials of Inflict Wounds potions, a Scroll of Gust of Wind, and about 2 weeks worth of rations. She also has a coin purse with about 20 gold pieces in it. On her hip is a quiver with 20 arrows.
Personality: To strangers, Vaeri appears to be a gentle elf, always keen to help those in need and be a travelling force of good in the world. However, as you get to know her, slowly she morphs into an entirely different person, brash, head-strong and a braggart, this true face of Vaeri shows exactly why she worships the goddess she does. The elf loves battle of all kinds and will gleefully jump into battle whenever she can.
History: Vaeri grew up in a forest village mostly populated by other elves to a carpenter. IN her childhood, she began learning the bow as all children did. Her prowess with weaponry was admired just as much as her excessive enthusiasm for using them was worrying. One day while out hunting alone she was overcome by a vision of the lion-goddess Menhit who commanded Vaeri to go out into the world and find a man with two right hands. After this experience, Vaeri began following the goddess of war and has dedicated her life to this mission. The cleric has been following this notice for strong adventurers as a possible lead for locating this mysterious man.

Name: Kazuo Blaide
Age: 22
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Race: Human (with slight traces of elven blood)
Class: Samurai (Ronin)
Appearance/Clothing: Image WIP
Basic description: 5' 11", lean muscular build, tan skin, long wavy black hair, slightly pointed ears thick arched eyebrows, hard brown eyes, stubble from forgetting to shave last week. Wears common street wear (no armor) but with his sword at his hip and sandals instead of more conventional close-toed shoes.
Skills: Katana Specialization, Daikyu Specialization, Punching Specialization (3), Etiquette, Riding (Land-Based), Reading/Writing, Navigation, Weather-sense, Blind Fighting, Mountaineering, Weapon Smithing
Natural Abilities: N/A
Magic/Spells: Focus Energy - With a loud yell, Kazuo focuses his ki to temporarily boost his strength to the absolute limit of human potential for 1 minute.
Additional Information: * Father: Ukon Bootsnatcher (Wandering Ronin)
* Mother: Mira Blaide (Master of the Blaide School of martial arts)
* Uncle: Hiron Bootsnatcher (Funnily enough also a martial artist)
* Family Friends: Mazon Rohtar (Half-orc Warrior Singer; married to Hana)
Hana Rohtar (Gnome Bard/mage; married to Hana)
Elincia Nartolia (Human cleric)
Kanti Dryearurdrenn (Elf Ranger who is coincidentally Vaeri's distant cousin)

Weapons: A Katana, his fists
Possessions: A black horse named Trombe whose saddlebags carry a tent with a tarp, a bedroll, 10 days of trail rations, a fire starter, a mess kit, 4 pints of oil, a hooded lantern, a waterskin, a straight razor, a utility knife and 50 feet of hemp rope.
Personality: Kazuo, like his mother is a quiet person, who rarely speaks when he doesn't need to, and like his father, has a habit of getting easily bored. Unlike either of his parents, Kazuo is a rather forgiving man, able to let insults and slights against his person pass. One thing that runs strong in his blood is a love of conflict and competition. The variety and outcome of the competition does not matter, the rush he gets from giving his all against somebody doing the same is what he lives for, and he'll seek this feeling out even if it proves to be self-destructive in the long run.
History: Kazuo's mother was a Half-Elf monk and his father was a human samurai. He did not get to know his father very well, only able to meet him a few times during his life, and his mother would tell very little about him. Apparently they knew each other from some running tally they had of dueling to the death and somehow that ended in a tryst that produced him.

Kazuo's mother, Mira was a harsh woman who commanded strength and grace that was almost otherworldly. Her beauty was undercut by rage and bloodlust barely kept under wraps. Her bloodlust was so great it seemed to almost materialize in combat and it colored her ki, a normally invisible force a dark purple. She did her best to raise Kazuo as gently as possible, but even her smoothest side was like a cat's tongue. When he grew old enough, Mira tried to teach him the ways of her school of martial arts. She had been the last member of the school, and had dedicated her life to rebuilding it from the ground up. Kazuo's body was able to learn the physicality of the art well, but he lacked his mother's talent to utilize ki, only able to boost his strength with it.

Kazuo's father, Ukon was a wandering samurai, a Ronin. His skills with the quickdraw technique allowed him to cut down all but the hardiest of men with a single motion of his blade. Brash, perpetually battle-hungry and a bit dull-witted, Ukon did not even know he had a son until Kazuo was 15. As a kind of apology/gift for reaching manhood, Ukon bequeathed upon Kazuo his spare katana, but left without teaching him how to use it. Mira knew the basics of swordsmanship, so seeing her son's attachment to the weapon taught him what little she knew, leaving the rest to him.

Upon reaching his 18th birthday, Mira grew tired of trying to teach him to properly use his ki, and remembered how she had grown when she traveled the countryside. So she kicked him out and, "Come back when you're a successor I can be proud of." Since then, Kazuo has traveled the lands trying to become strong enough for his mother to accept him.

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All it took was a scream to get Drizzak up and into motion. One familiar scream and he was up in a flash, fully awake and fully ready to act. He was naked besides his loincloth, sure, but putting them on could mean death for him. The cold was just too much. Instead, he grabbed for his blade and made for the direction of the scream. It was Sana that screamed, he remembered the sound from their previous adventures together. She was a tough woman, and only screamed when bad things were well and truly bad.

He reached the others relatively quick, his shorter legs failing to hamper his speed as he sprinted to the scene of the crime.

"What is happen!? Where Sana? Why you have bow?"

Drizzak barked at the group, and at the one holding Sana's bow. He could smell strange scents on the air, but his nose was not as good as he wished it was. He was getting heated up. This was very bad, what could have taken her? Surely someone saw it?

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Shela thick brows arched as her head turned towards looked over to Kazuo, having to hold her composure but failing miserably. "Haha, what she said," she said sniggering under her breath. Apparently it didn't matter how old the dwarf woman was, she still have the mind of an adolescent teen when it came to some things. Much of the group came barreling over to the scene rather quickly but others, they seemed to linger behind; which seemed rather odd to Shela. Sana seemed to have the biggest mouth in the bunch, which usually denoted the leader. If not the leader the one that drew the most attention and that scream had been rather bone chilling. It wasn't a scream of anger or a rant, that was a scream of pure terror and to leave ones weapon behind only added to the bad juju that seemed to be swirling around.

 "What do ya mean *poof*? Peoples dun just go *poof*! Well maybe they do when caught in dragon fire but that be more of a sizzle and ash than a *poof*," Shela grumbled as she walked over and snatched Sanas bow from the woman and picked up the arrow out of the ground, securing both to her belt. "Those don't be yours girlie," she added before looking over towards the fiery red head. "Yeah, that girl dun gone *poof*, she got a horse right? We better be putting this with it," Shela said before she looked down at her stomach and placed her hand against it as the ground seemed to shake.

 "Okay, that ain't me this time," she said looking up and then around before she spun around in the direction of the cause of the rumble through the earth. "Bloody hell," she yelled as she gripped her hammer tight in her fingers and lowered her stance as a monstrosity came out of the forest. "Be more things crawling out of the woods than vanishing in them. Why this thing not go *poof*?" she said looking over at the two headed ogre. "I mean, I be thinking if something need to go *poof* and the choices are a drenched twig or a towering," she began motioning with her thick fingers. "Thing! Well I'd bet me hearth that I be making that go *poof*!"

 "You be the one making women go *poof* in the night?" Shela asked in harsh tone pointing to both the new woman on the scene and the towering juggernaut.

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"Yeesh, take it, thank you!" Zoe said, glad to have the dwarf woman take the bow off her hands. It was causing way more trouble than it was worth. There was a goblin here now, and a man pointing a sword at her, asking her name, and the redhead girl still hadn't gotten off her horse or stopped looking at her. They were a very angry bunch, these people, and while Zoe had quite a bit of magic, none of it could make people just disappear.

Fiona pulled her horse up alongside Shela, holding her hand out expectantly. "I'll take the bow, if you don't mind. I think it might go over better if Sana gets it back from me." The dwarf and Sana hadn't made the best first impression on each other, as she recalled. That, and Shela didn't seem the type to take the best care of her possessions. She could've been wrong, but it was just a hunch.

Before any transaction could be made, however, a two-headed tower of meat and muscle trampled onto the scene, demanding to know who had gone poof. Fiona was unable to stop herself from drawing her sword, narrowing her eyes at the ogre and holding her horse steady.

Zoe had taken the opportunity to take both her and her floating light behind the tree, putting them more or less in between her and the ogre. When he made no move to attack the lot of them, though, she stepped back out, her face set into a hard scowl, though she looked anything but fearsome.

"Listen, okay? Everybody just calm down." She held out her hands as though it would somehow helped push all their nasty emotions and violent urges away. "You're all taking poof a little too literally. All I know is that she came to this spot, and when I got here, she was gone. There are no tracks leading away from here, so... maybe something grabbed her, that doesn't go on the ground. We could check the trees for any sign of her. I have light with me here, I can use it to look around." She turned and looked back at Derrix. "It's Zoe, by the way. I've got a bigger name, but we'll save that for when we're friends."

"I'm Fiona," the redheaded girl said, introducing herself, to both Zoe and the ogre, though she was obviously still wary of the creature, and had yet to sheathe her sword. "If we're settled on not killing each other," Fiona continued, "I'd like to look around for any clues of Sana. Not doing any good standing here."

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Kazuo pursed his lips at Shela's snickering. He deserved it. But the important matter at hand was that this Sana lady had disappeared, either by some odd magic or maybe carried off by a giant bird. When the giant two-headed ogre burst through the trees, he had to take a hand off his sword to keep Trombe from rearing.

"Easy, easy." He still wasn't sure if he could trust this Zoe girl or if he'd have to cut up the ogre, but really, he really wasn't sure what to do at all. Looking through the wilderness for people who up and disappeared wasn't his strong suit. It was dark and although the magician, (assuming she wasn't the one who poofed Sana) had a ball of light with her, it could only illuminate so much at one time. The more he thought about it, the more this seemed like a lost cause.