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Appearance:

Race: Human
Class: Paladin
Main-Hand Weapon: Longsword
Off-Hand Weapon: Kite Shield, Steel
Secondary Weapon: Greatsword
Armor: Full Plate
Powers: None - his faith is all the power he needs.
Skills:
Diplomacy - Carver is a great communicator, able to get what he wants out of people by being straightforward with them. In additon, his palpable earnestness and good looks tend to make him very popular wherever he goes.
Knowledge of Religion - Having lived in a monastery all his life, he knows a fair deal about the various faiths of the realm.
Tenacity - With faith as his armor and honor his shield, there his little Carver cannot endure - he will get back up and get back up and get back up.
Weaknesses: Cannot tell a lie to save his life.
Utterly shackled to the (very rigid) moral codes of his order.
Personality: Carver is the quintessential knight - he is obsessed with justice, honor, courage, and compassion. He's a compulsive do-gooder and sometimes a bit of a stick in the mud, and sometimes he can be a little too sure of his own judgements, but he is really, fundamentally a good person out to spread good into the world. In combat, he is a protective fighter - a blow will not fall on his comrades if it may fall on him instead, and he prioritizes a solid defense over any kind of offense.
Background: Carver was born in a great city far to the north, and given over by his parents at a young age to the local order of holy warriors. He was brought up as a crusader, a servant of the goddess of the sun and compassion, and taught his whole life the virtues of justice, integrity, and faith. Now, as part of his Crusader's Rite of Passage, he has journeyed to the south, seeking to right the wrongs, uplift the downtrodden, and spread the radiant light of the sun to all dark corners of the world.
Other:

[User] Des walked into the clearing once everyone was asleep making sure not to be spotted by Vis. He walked by the entire lot thinking about them. 'This one's presence is loud and annoying, like a bickering family.' He thought as he passed by Alula. He looked into the tent of Kelvin and Furnace. 'This one's head is too busy and the other feels warm, yet somehow cold.' He walked into Separ's tent and stared at him. 'This one can think of only one thing, what is he to do when that purpose is filled.' Finally he walked into the tent of Carver. 'This one is protective and comforting, like the sun.' He then laid next to Carver, the only presence that didn't bother him, and fell asleep.

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

"Something big. Something proud."

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

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

[User]
"?!?!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wherever the girl was, Carver prayed she was safe.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And the sunrise was burning her eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


[System]
M i m r i n"You haven't changed, no one has–you've just lost everything that made you great, and now you're…this."
Age

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Early Twenties

Gender

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Female

Archetype

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Agile Duelist

Physical Description

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Mimrin isn't an entirely imposing person. She is of average height, but lean and boyish, lacking bulk. Her hair has faded to a pallid white, with only the faintest wash of pink dye remaining in a handful of strands, suggesting a more bombastic life. Her eyes are a burning emerald, miraculously untouched by the resurrection.

The mark of her death is fairly evident: from the ugly scar running the whole of her neck, it's fair to assume she was decapitated, and not cleanly.

Personality Traits

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There are two sides to Mimrin. The one who awoke would have been considered a disgrace to her warmongering homeland. She is reserved, timid, and shies from violence out of fear. Her Draethir blood has cooled, congealed, and left her with a worried, caring attitude. Some might even say Mimrin is friendly.

Then there is Mimrin, the Undying.

Most of those brought back from the grave may feel within them a tug towards their old ways. They may fight urges or give into impulses reflecting who they once were. True to the title once bestowed upon her, the Mimrin of old did not truly die. This past self still lurks in the depths of her mind, not a mere collection of impulses and memories, but a personality all its own. This Mimrin is vile, sadistic, hungry for violence and revels in coaxing the worst out of her compatriots.

And so the Mimrins, Redeemed and Undying, remain in constant struggle. While the former enjoys more frequent and complete control, as they say, old habits die hard. When backed into a corner, like any animal, instincts take over.

Attributes

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The UndyingNothing in Draethir was given lightly, Mimrin tore this title from the hearts and throats and guts of her victims, and its blood-soaked meaning endured in her memories, even after death. It was the duty of Draethir assassins to hunt down valuable targets on the battlefield and dispatch them with vicious efficiency. Often they were considered suicide soldiers, engaging commanders, chieftains and archons, individuals they knew to be highly-trained. Mimrin survived though, on the back of exceptionally quick reflexes and a savage mastery in the art of fighting one-on-one. It stands to reason that these skills do not transfer well when out-numbered, however.
Squeamish SadistRedeemed, Mimrin is generally concerned for the well-being of others and tends to shy away from conflict or violence. She's even adopted a fear of blood since awakening. Mimrin the Undying however, was and is a sadist. She delights in the pain of others, sometimes just delighting in pain itself. Though plenty might find this detestable, at the end of the day if someone needs to be hurt, brought to the very brink of their tolerance for agony, she's the person to go to.
She Who Fights and Runs Away…There's glory in a bloody death, but there's more glory in living to kill again. Redeemed, Mimrin sees her natural agility and affinity for speed as a godsend to someone who fears and has no talent for violence. In truth however, these skills were developed out of necessity long ago, and Mimrin the Undying much prefers utilizing them to skirt about her enemies, often closer than is necessary.
The Real YouMimrin lost her memories in the redemption, like all of the redeemed. However, with her past self enduring still, Mimrin the Undying is more aware than most just how changed they can be. If she herself can be reduced to a trembling coward, than the others brought back as well would surely wretch to see what they had become. She looks for signs, for slips back towards her compatriots' more ruthless natures, and tirelessly attempts to urge them back to their old ways.

Inventory & Equipment

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Wrappings of the Draethir AssassinsA tattered mix of dark leathers and iron, one would be hard-pressed to call what remains of this ensemble "armor." As well, besides the faded black-and-red colors, the only claim it holds to Draethir is Mimrin's memory.
The Tyrant's ClawsGifted during her service, these daggers were the only things buried with Mimrin. While once they may have been beautiful weapons, time has rendered their value almost entirely sentimental. Their conditions are poor, with the better of the two missing its tip and bearing chips along its inward-curved edge, and the worse snapped off entirely an inch or so off the guard.

Gift of Rebirth

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Duality/Assimilation:In addition to being initially unaware of the gift in general, it comes with a secondary caveat–it can only be used by her former personality. This Gift is a supplementary to Mimrin's fighting style. Conceptually it is a form of sustain, with which she can recover damages done to herself by inflicting damage upon others. In reality what this equates to is a violent, horrid exchange of flesh. By carving into another, the viscera produced replaces what Mimrin has lost in a whirl of scarlet veins. The extent of this reparative Gift's uses is thus far limited to healing external wounds.

[User]
D A R K F A N T AS Y - H O R R O R - A D V E N T U R E
3 - 6 P L A Y E R S
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c h a p t e r s

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tbd

[Assistant]
S ʏ ʀ ᴇ ɴ ɪ ᴀ

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The Well of Valdis
12th Day of Autumn, 1088 AD

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At the bottom of The Hollows was what the remnants of humanity called The Well of Valdis, a long since abandoned chamber that had drawn much darkness due to the nature of its existence as a desperate domain to revitalize the efforts of humanity's survival and to refuse the fate of their now accursed existence. It was true, of course, that the apocalypse that they called the Inalienable Dreamless had damned humanity to a fate that was worse than death as harrowing monsters and vile demons now roamed the world before them with a hunger for destruction that could not be sated. But how far would humanity's desperation take them? The answer lied in what remained in The Hollows' darkest corners and deepest chambers. However, humanity's darkest hour was not the only thing that existed in this well of sorrow, this pit of lost souls; for it was here on this day that the gods would look back upon humanity and in the mounds of corpses, pools of blood, and stench of decay that seven would reawaken as their lips once again gasped for air as the flinching pain of the death they had been absolved from would be their last clear memory.

The first to awaken had pink of hair and sapphire of eyes, her body face down in a pool of crimson. Only moments ago had she been lifeless as she laid in an everlasting purgatorial state, as she had for some amount of years. Her fists clenched in the shallow pool, grasping onto the debris of cracked stone that lied underneath, her body shaking painfully before she rose her head out of the pool in a painful gasp as the crimson water came flooding out of her lungs.

The girl continued to cough for some amount of minutes as her eyes widened, her body adjusting to its sudden revitalization considering the last thing that was felt was the battering of an enemy's maul and the pressure of a metal-entrenched boot upon the neck as blood filled her lungs. The pink-haired girl remembered drowning, choking… and the blackness of death. But as her senses came back to her, painful as they were there was one thing she knew even in the haze of pain and confusion.

This place was nothing like the one she remembered losing her life upon. A death that to her felt like seconds ago.

…this isn't right.

Before she could compose herself any further the sound of other succeeding gasps and murmurs of pain could be heard from all across the bottom of the chamber-like pit she had awoken within. A frown forming on her lip as she clumsily made to her feet, instinctively grabbing for a now missing bow in nervous anxiety.

Where am I? What happened to my bow? The battlefield I was on? Who dragged me here? Why?

She didn't know what was going on. All she knew was that the chamber smelled like rot, looked abhorrent, and felt wrong. Her eyes shot down to that of a rusted sword that laid in the blood and filth-entrenched pool of water. She was little good with a sword, but she was trained in it as far as she could recall; if the shuffle of others in this abhorrent place was precedent of a battle to occur than she needed to at least be able to defend herself from harm. She may of have been an archer first and all things second, but she couldn't be choosy considering what little she remembered and whereupon she had awakened.

She swiped the sword from the pool as she walked backward — back against the wall.

What in god's name?

[User]
M i m r i n

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The Well of Valdis
12th Day of Autumn, 1088 AD

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Mimrin returned in a flash of agony. Her eyes opened so suddenly she might have caught a glimpse into her own skull. She drank in fetid air that clung to her throat and burned her nose, only to hack it all back out. Every muscle clenched and twitched, she dug her hands through the dirt until she'd squeezed a fist beneath the surface, and tried to rise to no avail.

"Ugh…" Her voice was a wreck. Meek and quiet and—she reeled—shaking. How disgusting.

She felt around, first to her neck on a strange impulse, then to the rotten ground around her. Her daggers, she needed her daggers, that much was certain. Her vision was blurry, but she could hear well enough the sounds of life around her, struggling for bearing just as she was, only she would not be caught off-guard.

At last her fingers found the round of a hilt, and she yanked it close. She expected the umbral sheen of Draethir steel, dark and sharper than any other land could ever hope to forge, but when she could finally see clearly, it was no master-craft she held. The dagger was hardly recognizable as such; its leather binding was old beyond old, the guard bent, and the blade—Warlord's breath, the blade—it was snapped off only four or five inches high. The blackish metal was overtaken in rust that mocked the bloody-red color she remembered had lined its fuller. With no small amount of horror she realized that the dagger had not been destroyed in combat, but rather time had eaten it into a worthless husk of a once-renowned weapon.

Upon closer inspection she saw that her armor was in a similar state, and further off the hilt of her other dagger jutted from the muck. It was no better off.

This was not where she had died.

"What the hell." She mumbled. Or rather, she thought she had. When she opened her mouth though, she said nothing. No, she wasn't even opening her mouth. She wasn't doing anything, just sitting there on her hands and knees, staring dumbly at her ruined dagger. Again she tried to speak, and said nothing. She tried to rise, but would not budge. "Get up!"

When she did, it was not of her own accord. She got to her feet quivering like a newborn fawn, clutching the dagger close to her chest. Unwilled, her eyes darted about the decrepit pit, jolting at the other gasps, and even her own. She thought, 'Run!' but did nothing. She did nothing.

"H-hello?" she asked.

Something gripped Mimrin then, as she heard herself speak words she had not thought. As she moved without permission. It was not fear, it was something beyond fear. It was the realization that she was not in control of her own body. And if she wasn't, then who was?

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Mimrin saw something move out of the corner of her eye, and yelped, only to cover her mouth an instant later. It was another person, a girl with rosy hair, holding as sword as she retreated from the putrid mound they'd awoken on.

Her instincts told her to run, but she was frozen stiff. Only the idea that this person might be, like her, confused and afraid, pushed her to move again. Not quite an approach, Mimi kept her distance, but still drew close enough to make herself heard.

"Hello?" she repeated. "Who are you? Do…do you know where we are?"


[System]
Age: 22
Gender: Female, but dresses and travels as a male
Race: Mura
Adrianna has dark straight hair with green eyes. Her complexion is a bit pale, largely unmarred with freckles or scars. Adrianna is very lean, but toned, and stands at 5 feet 7 inches tall. She binds her chest beneath a loose undershirt, though her chest is rather flat anyway. As she has cut her hair and dresses like a man, she looks much younger than she actually is. She does not have facial hair, and her voice sounds like she might not have hit puberty yet. She has no tattoos. If one looked closely, they might see that her ears are pierced, though it has been years since she wore anything in them.
Clothing:
Face:

Magic:
Healing- Adrianna can manipulate her own energy and the energy of others to heal. While her healing does not remove all scarring, it has saved lives before. Healing a lot wears her out, and she has traditional non-magic healing capabilities as well, which she uses more frequently than her magic.

Light Orb-Adrianna can create and control an orb of light to illuminate a dark area. It does not put off heat, however. She has good control over its size, and has recently learned how to "throw" it at people to startle or confuse them. It disappears if she loses concentration or it gets too far away from her.

Gear: She carries herbs, salves, and some basic medical supplies that she has gathered together in a pouch that hangs on her waist. Adrianna carries a small dagger in her left boot, and a two section bo staff, split, one on each hip. She also carries a sling-shot, and is able to use a bow, though she doesn't currently have one.

She carries flint and firesteel, some dried meat for rations, and a container of water in a satchel over her shoulder. In there is also a small book and writing utensil, in which she has drawings and information about plants and their many uses for healing, eating, and poisoning.

History: Adrianna currently travels as a man, as she is "on the run" from the Church. She doesn't usually think anyone is looking for her, though occasional bouts of paranoia keep her in hiding. When she first left, she was nervous about being a young woman traveling alone, and so she put on a guise and became a "healer for hire." She mostly uses non-magic healing, though occasionally infuses a bit of magic to prevent infection or prevent mortal wounds. The group she has traveled with for the last two years does not know for certain she is a mage, or even that she is a she…though there have been suspicions when men were able to walk within a few days of grievous injuries. No one asked, and "Adrian" didn't tell. After all, every man in their company of bandits had a story, and few of them wanted to share their own. Still, she could not stay in their company any longer…"Adrian" should have started growing facial hair, his voice should have deepened, and overall it was too much of a risk. So off she went.

[User]
With her decision to stay with the group for now made, Amuné paid the rest of them a little more attention. It looked like they were getting ready to move again. Ethan suggested she be in the middle of the group, but while it might have made sense to him it was the very last thing she wanted. If he wanted to watch her then he would walk with her -- after all, Wyth was very good at watching her and keeping her safe. She didn't think of the wilderness as frightening, but the people, they were. Most of the group didn't even consider that a girl of ten couldn't walk as fast as they, not even Adrian. She had to push herself to keep up, and even then she ended up lagging behind. It was just as well. With most of the adults in front of her she could see what they were doing, and that was reassuring. The Ydran woman with the black leopard had moved off somewhere, and that was fine with Amuné. She hadn't decided about most of them. Ethan was closer, maybe closer than she wanted. But she did need to thank him, didn't she?

"Um." It took a second try before she managed to find her nerve. "Uh, thanks...for the meat, I mean, and...y'know. For saying you'd help. Even if Wyth wouldn't hurt me, I guess you don't know that." She paused. "He's really not scary, you know. I mean...not if you're not trying to hurt us." Even now the great cat paced at her side, tolerant as ever of her fingers tangled in his coarse fur. Amuné fell silent again after that at least for a few minutes. Her thoughts, however, were anything but quiet. One of the people had said there was a beach, hadn't he? So that meant a body of water. Could she have made it all the way to the sea? That was a long way from home, according to her daddy's maps. Was it far enough to be safe? She didn't know if anywhere would really be safe. Nor had she been given any instructions beyond running. Tears sprang to her eyes unbidden and the girl tried to wipe them away unobtrusively. One step at a time, wasn't that what Mommy always said? For now, she was heading for the town, and if she could she'd take flint and steel before going off on her own again. After that...she'd have to see.

[Assistant]
"Hey... It's only the right thing to do! Don't even mention it." As if anyone in good conscience could ignore a child on the side of a road. She did have her moorcat with her - Wyth was his name - but Ethan didn't feel comfortable leaving her be. Moving out, he fell in line alongside Amuné and Wyth. He seriously doubted anyone, or anything, would try to cause them harm with a group this size, but precautions never hurt. Silence felt awkward and Ethan was compelled to speak with the child. When he looked down and caught her fending back tears he turned away, rubbing uncomfortably at his neck. "Um... Once we get to town, maybe you can get some clothes...?" Was he addressing the problem? No. Heck, aside from what he could see he hadn't a clue what might be bothering the child. "Oh! I might still have gold on me, we can get you some more food too, if you'd like! For you and for Wyth!"

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The sky had turned a gentle shade of red when the group arrived at the town's gates. Large doors blocked their entry, and two men stood on either side, pikes in hand. It struck Ethan as odd that the small town was sealed up tight. They were stopped shy of the gates and one of the guards met them in the road. Unlike those in the city who wore polished armor and sported fine weaponry, these men clearly had settled for what they could get. Simple quilted vests, heavy leather gauntlets, padded trousers and boots made up their "uniform"; their weapons looked to be fashioned from farming tools.

It wasn't a wealthy town then. Strange considering Ethan was certain he saw a mill on their way up the road.

"Halt. State your purpose, travelers."

He would like to think that their purpose was fairly clear. A few sailors, a child, filthy and unkempt, a ragtag group if there ever was one. "We're here to get help. A ship capsized in the sea, and there are survivors back towards the shore." The guard looked at Ethan, appraising him. None of them were exactly much to look at, either too young to be of any significance, or too nondescript. Which was precisely why the guard was being wary.

"A ship? The coast is miles from here, boy. You mean to tell me you all walked here?" It was a bit difficult to believe admittedly. They had just survived a shipwreck only to walk for half a day to find aid. Ethan nodded and the guard glanced back at his partner. "How many survivors?"

Ethan cursed mentally, not having had the wherewithal to take count. "Not many... A dozen, maybe two?" The estimate was high for sure and served to color the guard's face in doubt. Ethan stepped forward and smiled uncertainly. "Maybe more like... A dozen and a half. Look, the point is we need supplies. Some of them are okay, but others probably won't last long. Anything you can spare would be a huge help."

The guards shared words in private before one called for the gates to open. Rather than let everyone inside however, one of them disappeared into the walls, and the other joined him. "We're going to speak with the foreman. Wait here." Foreman? Did they mean the one in charge of the mill? That made sense; the town was too small to have a mayor, which likely meant whoever headed the town's main source of income would be in charge.

Ethan watched as the doors sealed shut before them, sighing. "Well... They didn't say no!" He laughed, and he was the only one to do so. Awkwardly settling down, he looked back at the gates, wondering if he should have shown his insignia. These people couldn't possibly turn them down if they knew he was with the Church. He adjusted his cloak, still damp and stiff from being soaked, peering at the faded patch. Maybe he could use it as a negotiating tool later if he needed to.

A few short minutes later the doors were opened, this time granting them access inside. "Foreman's busy at the mill, but he's agreed to hear you out. Come on in." The town itself was small, with little more than a dozen buildings inside the walls. A small group of children stopped in the middle of town when they entered. Ethan smiled and waved to them politely only to watch as they bolted off in between two homes. Why did children hate him?

"Inn's over there if you're wanting a drink. We don't have much left, but we'd appreciate the business." One of the guards motioned towards a two story building. It hardly looked welcoming, with peeling paint, dirty windows and vines growing up the walls. The guards left them be and the doors were sealed once more, leaving the group standing at the entrance by themselves.

[User]
Adrianna was a bit surprised they made it to the town before dark. Though she knew the trek was not long or arduous, they had gained a few children along the way, and none of them had a map with which to help them navigate. In any case, "town" was a bit generous of a name for their location. They had passed a mill, and the small cluster of buildings was surrounded by a set of gates, a big investment for such a small place. The men's armor was far from quality. It was possible the town had been plagued by creatures and bandits, causing them to create their own band of relatively able-bodied guards to protect the women and children inside. But it was also possible these men were mercenaries, exploiting the town's people. They might also be bandits themselves. The town could have been abandoned, and these men could be using it as a trap to make their targets overly accommodating.

Ethan stepped forward to talk to the men while Adrianna considered her options. If they demanded the groups' weapons, she would take this for a robbery. Hell, they could be slavers. But they had children with no weapons…sort of, with them. If it were just her, she would have been making a few demands of her own. But in this group, it was better to just follow along. She looked over at the children while Ethan spoke, curious if either of them would step forward and speak colloquially with the guards. She had imagined at least the boy was from here. After all, how many small towns were around to just let their children run off into the wilderness?

The guards critiqued Ethan's story, and Adrianna was hesitant to provide completely accurate information in his stead. If they were bandits, and they learned of weak people unable to defend themselves nearby, what would they do with that information? Could they go and take what little the survivors had? She could have stepped forward and interrupted the man with the actual numbers of survivors and insights, but the guards walked off to go check in with their foreman. Good. If they went inside and spoke to someone with a bit more authority, perhaps she would feel as if this was more than just a set-up to rob them.

Ethan seemed oblivious to the possibility that this was a big trap. He sat down, and let his guard down completely as they waited. Adrianna stayed standing, hand on the blunt weapon affixed to her waist. Perhaps it was coming from her previous company, but Adrianna tended to focus on the ways people could trick and deceive each other rather than ways in which people could be generous and kind.

When they were invited in, Adrianna wanted to hang back a bit, wait to see if men were going to jump out and attack them, but she caught sight of the group of playing children and relaxed…slightly. One of the buildings was supposed to be an inn with drinks, and while the shipwrecked group likely didn't have much in the way of spending money, she sensed a bit of…desperation in the man's voice at the suggestion to go. What had happened here that made them low on supplies, and in need of business? Perhaps they had been raided in the past. The buildings looked in disrepair, though more from neglect than purposeful damage.

She probably should have stayed to keep an eye on the children, but she really didn't want to be responsible for them. The girl at least had been brought to town, just as she wanted, and would likely wander off anyway. As for the boy…well, Adrianna wasn't sure who he was or what his plans were. "Well…I'm going to get a drink. Grab me when the foreman gets here." Adrianna said to one of the crew members standing near Ethan.

"Great! I'll come with!" The man said. It was the same one who had banged his leg earlier on the trip. Adrianna shrugged her shoulders and turned to go to the inn. She had preferred to go alone, but whatever. The guy, Shay, followed her to the rather deserted inn, and up to the bar area. The barkeep was an older man, a big ragged and unkempt. He was cleaning up some mugs from a group who had left sometime before when the pair walked in. The pair ordered and paid for drinks. When the man returned with the beverages, Adrianna struck up a conversation. "So, what's been going on here? I've only just gotten here and things seem a little…bit troublesome."

"Business' been slow." He said, his voice gravely and accompanied with a bit of a cough. How pleasant.

"What's made it slow?" She asked.

"Can't get lumber for the mill. Onna 'counna tigers showing up in the area."

So it was true. Adrianna had thought perhaps the Ydran was making that up, or wanting to make them rely on her further because of the threat of an animal attack. But there really were tigers in the area. "I'm not local, but I didn't think tigers were a local animal." Adrianna said.

"they ain't." The barkeep replied gruffly. "you gunna get food"? He asked.

Adrianna shook her head, and the man walked off, not eager to continue the conversation with the stranger.


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"Uh...could you repeat that?"Personal Dossier

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Age

12

Rank

Academy Student

Origin

Konohagakure

Chakra Nature

WaterCharacterization

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Physical Description

Coming up to about 4'8" (his insistence on that last quarter on an inch being rounded up deems it so), Kiku is a typical child slowly growing into a teenager. His features are mostly round, his face with full, chubby cheeks and huge blue eyes. His beach blonde hair is on the longer side, usually tied in a low ponytail. His body type is on the lanky side of things, with long limbs and a slender shape. While physically active, he has very little muscle tone, and still spouts what some call 'baby fat'. His usual outfit consists of a simple, long sleeved black shirt, navy capri pants, and the standard ninja shoes. His headband is usually wrapped around his left shoulder. He doesn't usually carry much else on him.

Personality

Infamous for focusing on the opposite sex than his jutsu, Kiku has already built up a reputation among his peers, so to speak. He is highly flirtatious, his hormones already kicking in as he finds himself more and more interested in girls. Coming off as generally friendly otherwise, he doesn't seem to take anything seriously, embodying an infectious and annoying sense of optimism. Goofy and immature, he would rather take the path of least resistance and go with what others are doing instead of making a decision for himself. He isn't one to cause trouble, though he doesn't go out of his way to do things on his own, either. Sitting back and preferring to watch things unfold, his unwillingness to put in effort into anything is rather questionable, as he has long since deemed himself a lost cause. Taking insults with stride, he does his best to come off as untouchable, often swiftly changing the topic if it isn't in his favor and avoiding certain topics if he doesn't want to talk about it.

Personal History

While his sisters are pretty well-known to be Inotachi's children, Kiku himself is usually swept under the rug. From a young age he was just another kid: average, nothing special, nothing to write home about. His father seemed to have given up on him early, leaving Kiku to do as he pleased. It wasn't until he was a little older that he realized the extent of his failure to stand out, especially to his older sister, so he began to try different things to see what he was good at.Attributes

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Special Traits

TBA: .

Character Focus & Skillset

Chakra Control: Much like the rest of his clan, Kiku's chakra control is excellent. He has little trouble channeling and focusing it wherever he wants it to, his precision leaving little to be desired.

Botany Knowledge: For as long as he can remember, botany was always an interest of his. He has often joked about having a super green thumb, having his own little garden he takes care of. He can recognize a variety of plants including flowers, berries, bushes and trees, and knows which are harmful or could be used as poisons.

Sensing Chakra: Kiku has been practicing his hand at sensing people's chakras. Though at the moment, he has yet to be able to actually distinguish people, only having the abilty to tell someone is 'around'.Relationships

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Family

TBA

Peers

TBA: .Jutsu List

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S Rank

N/A

A Rank

N/A

B Rank

N/A

C Rank

Mind Body Switch
Wild Water Wave

D Rank

Transformation Technique
Clone Technique

E Rank

Transformation Technique
Clone Technique
Academy Techniques

[User]
Uchiha Ria
Academy-->On the way to the Training Grounds

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Kindness... what's that?

The Senju boy showed no trace of prejudice nor hold any disdain towards the "incompetent-talented-Kunoichi of the Uchiha". She felt his hand at her shoulder and somehow his vibrant energy encouraged Ria, outside of her limited social circle nobody else has shown kindness towards her and for a moment little did Ria know she teared a bit. Recharged from the boy's energy, Ria smiled back at him and drew herself really up close as her face meets his face; eye to eye.

 Ria couldn't express the feelings pent-up within.

Enma may not be the most attractive guy out there but if her clan weren't forbidding such thing, Ria definitely got intrigued and caught up in the moment, perhaps it was just growth or something she had yet to see? Ria began to realize that she's in a stage of adolescence like how her peers are at that age too yet as a Shinobi Ria couldn't stomach about killing her emotions properly yet. It was at this moment that Ria remembered upon Make Out Tactics Chapter 3: Molon Labe; how to know if someone likes you. She quickly discarded the thought and withdrew from her close contact.

 She nodded her head indicating that she was fine and suddenly her temperament changed.

"WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU TWO WAITING FOR! I'M GONNA BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF THAT OLD GORILLA! YOU TWO COVER ME WHILE I SETTLE SOME PERSONAL GRUDGE!!!" She quickly chase after Matsuoka. Upon her thoughts, if it weren't for Enma, Ria's face would have been defiled. That lesbo idiot. I'm beginning to understand why Dad calls her a gorilla. Ria started ranting about their Sensei along the way who would have taken her virginity if not for Enma.

It may seemed prejudice but Ria didn't like Matsuoka at first hand.

@Hero

[Assistant]
Location: The Classroom of Hatake Toshiro, Konohagakure Academy

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Hatake-san, if that's it, I'm out of here.

The sound of smoke snapped Fukushu out of her stupor as one of the jonin—not hers—decided to give orders and leave the room of mostly able-bodied shinobi.

She was still processing what the late Hokage and her sensei had hoisted upon her. Her animosity and rivalry with Tensai was well known of and for her to be placed with him, with the greater shinobi knowing of his condition, was something that was inconceivable to her mind. It was almost like she had given a punishment. She could only imagine her mother's comments of disapproval now. About how Tensai, a blind and incapable shinobi had beaten her in class rankings; about how she doubted she could live up to her purpose.

Fukushu curled her hands into fists as her former sensei spoke once again.

"If any of you need any guidance, my door is always open. Good luck."

Fukushu scowled at Toshiro-sensei's comments. Wishing her luck when he and the dead monkey bastard had doomed her to be joined with Tensai? The nerve of them. The nerve of him elevating Tensai when he couldn't even walk without aid. Was she expected to hold his hand and help him through his pain? What about her pain? What about what she deserved? Fukushu supposed it was fitting. The powers that be never cared about what she deserved nor did they acknowledge what she did well. She was just a measure to judge Tensai by and to keep reminding her, at the end of the day she could never be recognized as long as an Uchiha, Senju, or Sarutobi stood in front of her. She was sure that had Tensai been looked over Enma would have been placed as the best upcoming shinobi in their class. Fukushu was nothing and this was entirely their way of reminding her to stay in her place.

Her eyes moved to Tensai, her brows narrowed. He couldn't see her expression, but by her words he would feel her disdain sooner rather than later.

"Tch." The sound escaped her mouth as she looked to her supposed new sensei. "What's next, Shinatobe-sensei?"

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[User]
Uchiha Shinatobe

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There was a long list of swears the Uchiha could have rattled off under her breath to express her frustration, but she opted to swallow them down, no matter how painful it was to do so. It wouldn't do to make herself look weak in front of her charges, and the subject of her ire was too far away to hear them in the first place. That was for the better. It would give her time to compose herself before the inevitable confrontation that would arise from this convenient alignment of fate. Instead, her daze was interrupted by the voice of one of her students. The Namikaze, whom appeared to look expectantly at Shinatobe. Rightfully so, she supposed. She was their leader from this point onward, and at least one of the other sensei had departed in a poof of smoke.

"Introductory exercise. We're going to the training ranges on the village's outskirts." The heiress declared, her gaze moving from Fukushu toward Tensai. She grimaced once her eyes arrived upon him. Unlike her, he couldn't do much gazing any more, and she doubted he would be of any use in the coming trials. Why the academy—spurred on by her mother no little doubt—had allowed him to graduate at all was beyond her. It wasn't even a matter of her own biases toward him. Unable to even navigate their compound by his lonesome, it was a cruelty to force his continued participation, prodigious talent or not.

But it was a cruelty that she had been selected to prop up, and so she had little choice. Unlike her ignoble peer, the raven-haired Jonin turned away from her pupils and made way for the exit at a leisurely pace, content to lead them personally rather than disappear on them so soon after becoming acquainted.

"One of you lead him." She called behind her after a brief pause, sure the two girls would settle the matter without much trouble, before she disappeared out the doorway and made for their destination.
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[Assistant]
Kiku watched as Ria went off on him, his smile plastered on his face as he watched her delve into...something. He should have been used to it by now, but sometimes when she caught him off guard, he wasn't entirely sure how to respond. His default response was usually to laugh, but his face felt almost frozen as the gears in his head slowly turned. Maybe she was mad at him. Oh man, did she catch him looking at their future sensei? Probably, he wasn't exactly subtle about it. But there was nothing wrong with looking, right? Ria disagreed.

Finally, their sensei graced them with her first few words, Kiku supressing a chuckle, though he deflated slightly as she decided to walk off. Well, if she wanted them to go in fifteen minutes, they could have walked together. But maybe it was a blessing in disguise, and he cleared his throat as he looked over at their third.

"Ah...Senju, right? Nice to meet you--" He paused as Ria exploded, and he quickly closed his mouth. Welp, good to know he wasn't the only one not entirely thrilled with their sensei. "Oi, Ria! Riiiaaa! Wait up!" He called, tapping Enma's shoulder as he broke into a jog to keep up with the Uchiha.


[System]
Arthur Stanford

We'll handle this like Gentlemen, I'd hate for you to see how I'd act otherwise

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Character Summary
Aliases: Arty
Age: 12
Birthday: September 12th
Ethnicity: American
Birth Place: Belfast, Maine
Godly Parent: Hades
Cabin Number: Hades Cabin, Year Round
How Many Years At Camp: None
Gender: Male
Occupation At Camp: Camper
Languages: English, Ancient Greek

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Appearance
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 105 Pounds
Body Type: Athletic , though not very muscular.
Eye Color: Emerald Green
Hair Color: Black
Skin Tone: Alabaster
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None to speak of.
Personal Style: If there's one word to describe Arthur's style, it would be sleek. Dress shirts and pants for cooler days, and tan shorts with a plain black T-shirt for the warmer ones. He has plain Stygian Iron bracelets on either hand, with a matching belt, all composed of smooth rectangular links binding them together. His hair is always neatly combed to the right side, kept at a length of no longer than an inch and a half.

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Psychology
Level headed * Petty * Decisive * Arrogant * People Person * Stubborn

Sexuality:  Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Arthur has an air of superiority about him, often in that he tries to keep his cool no matter what's in front of him. Even with those who he particularly dislikes, he keeps a pleasant tone, and cordial attitude, making him hard to get a read on him sometimes. With those he does like however, he'll often go out of his way to fix any problems they might have. If somebody's picking on them, he'll do what he can to make sure they stop, for example. Arthur sees social interactions with most people as a kind of transaction, and if he can't get anything useful out of that transaction, he doesn't participate in it. In short, he's very focused on self advancement.

 As a son of Hades, Arthur has been blessed with the ability to talk to spirits from beyond. While many might think this to be a fun and exciting power, Arthur finds the vast majority of ghosts to be annoying at best, and prefers not to engage with them when they try to communicate with him. Though he does maintain a similarly friendly attitude when he does talk to them, and is much more likely to engage with them if he wants something. If they do legitimately need some kind of help, he's not the kind to ignore them, but he might drag his feet in getting them what they need.
Habits: Picking his nails, chewing gum, cracking his knuckles.
Hobbies: Throwing darts, sculpting, reading.
Fears:
* Ruining the friendship's he has.
* Death
* Saying the wrong thing.

Likes:
* Honing his talents
* Learning about individuals
* Cats
* Birds
* Manners
* Fighting

Dislikes:
* Wasting time
* Rudeness
* Ghosts
* Milk
* Hot days
* Vegetables

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Skills
Demigod Abilities:
* Necromancy: Arthur can raise the dead, and bend them to his will, making things like skeletal soldiers to fight by his side. Additionally, he can communicate with ghosts, to the point that they don't really leave him alone, which is why he defaults to ignoring them. Lastly, due to his attunement with the dead, he gets a sense when people are soon to cross over from the realm of the living, to that of the dead.
* Ferrokinesis: Arthur can pull and detect precious metals from the ground itself, along with having the ability to telekinetically control them, and, given proper time, shape and weld them how he likes, without the need of heat. Precious metals he does extract from the ground however, should not be held onto for long, as those who have them are bound to have misfortune come their way.
* Dagger/Knife Fighting

General Skills:

* Diplomacy
* Empathy
* Persuasion
* Intimidation
* Sculpting
* Piano
* Hunting

Combat Skills:
* Thrown Weapons
* Shields
* Swordplay
* Proficient with spiked Gauntlets
* Knives

Magic Item:
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What Do They Carry On Them:
This includes your clothing, jewelry, your wallet, your id, your keys; cash (denote which country), a picture, lighter, cigarettes, weapons you may carry, shoes, purse, bag, pistol and so forth. If it is not listed you are not carrying it. Again, keep it grounded in the real world. Limited to spots provided.
* Clothing -
* Purse/Wallet -
* Bubblegum
* Pen
* Notebook
* Books
* Watch

Possessions In Cabin:
* Collection of books, mostly on Greek myths.
* Suit
* Paper
* Clothes for cold weather

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History

Biography Extravagant Wealth, hired help, and high society were all integral parts of Arthur's upbringing. Being the heir to one of the biggest corporations in the extraction and sale of precious gems of all kinds, money was never anything to be worried about in his family. His younger years were mostly spent learning proper etiquette, and generally grooming him for success. He had two older sisters, who he was always at odds with, them seeing his existence as a threat to their own inheritance of the family business, even as much as they loved him. This was a constant source of underlying tension in his family, and he always coped with this by focusing on keeping up his own appearances, and trying to act as if it weren't there. As it turned out in fact, Arthur's mother choose to have him not only out of the attraction she had for Hades, but because she knew it would do wonders for her husband's business to have their heir be the son of the literal god of wealth. In the end, Arthur's birth was nothing more than a smart business move.

 Initially, Arthur was to be made aware of his godly patronage, but his parents identified behavioral issues that made them think twice. He wasn't much for taking orders, and thereby was far from the obedient child they'd want to have at the head of their company. As such, they had decided to send him off to boarding school, hoping that would straighten him out. For the past month, he'd been attending the Crystal River School, For Troubled Youth, and is pretty unhappy about it. Having spent the better part of his life with private tutors and much better food, the step down that this was has really soured him. Currently he's passing time by coming up with ways to discreetly raise hell among the populace.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Half-Blood: They haven't yet.

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Additional Information

Theme Song:  Megalovania

Extra Information: Nyarlathotep from the Cthulhu Mythos is daddy. Here.
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

Relations
Arthur Stanford
"Keep your friends close and your enemies closer."
⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣
⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣
⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣
⟢ ♨Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣
🌓Ezekiel Kel🌓
"He's one of the older kids at Camp, I haven't seen much of him"
Arthur doesn't know much about Ezekiel.

🌓Nancy Parker🌓
"She was at the Roman camp, yeah?"
He doesn't really know her that well.

💛💜💘Andy Philips 💛💜💘
"She's the reason I'm still here"
Andy is Arthur's best friend, and though he doesn't have the words for it, his first crush.

💛Leda Storn 💛
"She's cool with Andy, and she seems pretty nice!"
Arthur needs friends, and Leda's friends with Andy, therefore Arthur is friends with Leda.

💕💛Demetri Howell 💛💕
"He's been through a lot, and he still cares about Andy and I"
Arthur sees him as a protector, somebody that knows that they're doing and how to keep him and Andy safe.

💛Kiera Donovan 💛
"She was with me from the start."
Arthur doesn't know Kristen too well, but as a survivor of that academy, and a fellow kid of the Big Three, he feels connected to her.

🌓/💛 Kristin Reynolds 🌓/💛
"We haven't talked much"
Arthur really doesn't know much about her, but she wants to help train him, so he appreciates that.

🌓 Madalyne Crane 🌓
"We haven't talked much"
She's cool with Andy, but as somebody from the Jupiter camp, Arthur doesn't know much about her.

♨ Niah Bautista ♨
"She tried to scare me out of fighting"
Arthur doesn't appreciate the way she tried to keep him out of the fight, he doesn't like being patronized.

🌓 Marygold Isley 🌓
"We haven't talked much"
Arthur hasn't talked to Marygold.

🌓Jason Gauger 🌓
"We haven't talked much"
Arthur hasn't talked to Jason.

🌓Janelle Gauger 🌓
"We haven't talked much"
Arthur hasn't talked to Janelle.

🌓Stella Herbalem 🌓
"We haven't talked much"
Arthur hasn't talked to Stella.

👋Leandra Lovelace👋
"It's always nice to see her."
Arthur doesn't know much about the Jupiter kids, but he likes to see her when she comes around.

[User]
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Demetri Rowan Howell

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Location: Ship: Garden of Hephaestus
Skills:

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Demetri watched as Jason ran off towards their goal. Seemingly like a child racing to the finish lest he be a rotten egg. It was cute, endearing, and made him see him in a new light. Perhaps the boy with flaming hair and temper wasn't so bad? If anything he seemed to be full of energy and joy. So ofcourse Demi gave him a cheeky wink before going down into the garden and scrounging up as much celestial bronze as he could find. Once he emerged from the pool of bronze with two arms full of trinkets and a dopey smile, he looked at Jason as he said "Look at all this, I bet its super helpful" To which Lauryn covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. "Actually thats all junk." Demetris ears burned red as he buried his face behind the pile of scrap, only hearing the sound of Kiera being knocked about by a bull.

He quickly peered his head over the pile, seeing Kiera laying in a heap of celestial bronze. Before Demetri could even act, Priestess Leda swooped into action calling forth a vibrant sword and taking three nasty swings at it. She said the creature was a Colchis Bull, something she made quick work of now after apparently having done so before. His arm went slack in amazement allowing a single piece of scrap to fall and clink against the others on the ground. "That was bloody brilliant." He spoke mainly to himself seeing that she was preoccupied with Kieras well being. But he had so many questions for her.

[Assistant]
Ezekiel Kel

Location: Inside Building - Bourbon Street -- New Orleans, Louisiana
Skills: Sword Fighting

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 Janelle didn't need much direction as she managed to make the first kill. Ezekiel didn't bother her anymore, knowing instincts would take over and if she got hurt, he would be there to help her after the battle was won. Ezekiel mimed Kristin's words when she spoke back to him sarcastically. "Use your weapons sunshine, not your mouth," Ezekiel stated.
 The Telekines tried to throw things as them but he and Janelle managed to dodge them all before Ezekiel moved in to attack again. He swung towards one, aiming to slice off their head like Kristin had just done for her kill. Ezekiel succeeded in making a smooth kill and he grinned. "Alright ladies, there's a three way tie so far. Who's gonna break it?" Ezekiel, still grinning went and aimed up his next shot to disarm a Telekine but he missed. "Well, it wouldn't be a true fight if I didn't make an ass out of myself." Ezekiel moved to recover though and disarmed the Telekine on his second try.

[User]
Location:Argo III: Junkyard
Skills: N/A

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 Arthur took a look at what Andy had produced, seeing it was something actually hand held instead of the massive thing he had found. Honestly, he felt a little worried for a moment; should they be rummaging through a gods belongings like this? It seemed like the sort of thing that could spark their wrath, and that really wasn't something he wanted to see. He was told the thing he found was an "Archimedes Screw", and that apparently it was some sort of farm/irrigation tool, which he supposed was neat. That being said, he had no idea what a gimbal was, and the description provided was lacking.

 Following after Lauryn, he too was curious about the source of the crashing noise. He figured that, if this place wasn't safe, hiding from whatever monsters may reside here would just end poorly. Instead, he would face things head on, and make sure to be ready if he needed to fight. He felt better now, knowing that killing things meant they wouldn't be gone forever, but instead was, functionally, just a way to get thing things that want to eat him out of his immediate vicinity. Drawing his dagger, he kept it near his side, wanting to be armed if there was a beast waiting for them.


[System]
Appearance:

Height: 4 ft. 3 in.
Weight: 103 lbs.

Hair Color: Ruby Red
Eye Color: Rose Red
Age: 20

Personality: Muzai may seem to look and feel as if she doesn't care about what's happening around her but in truth, she was just quiet and innocent, almost oblivious than emotionless.

Weapons:

Abilities (Magic):
She possesses a unique ability to manipulate the natural world through Eco Kinesis. Normally, this only restricts her to use with plants and greens only. The extent of her Eco Kinesis stretches to other natural entities such as sand, rock, wood and ice.

Other:

[User]
Ugnis walked quietly through the foggy woods, his arm held up in front of him, as he couldn't anything. Which was really not unexpected, considering the fact that he was blindfolded. Certainly, years of walking without seeing taught him to hear what was around him, but the trees didn't make much noise. "I suppose it'd be bad if I were lost in these woods at night," he thought to himself as he strode aimlessly in the already-fading light. His fear gradually disappeared when a stick broke underfoot and he heard two voices near.

Ugnis gently pushed through the tangle of brush, his caution as weak as the thin vine he broke through. "Hello," he said, his voice calm and light-hearted in the otherwise bleak woods. "Do you know the way to Rivenwood? I'm afraid I'm quite lost." Though Ugnis could tell they were quite tense, simply ignoring them wouldn't put them at ease; they'd probably have struck him down if he didn't talk to them. "I suppose it's not wrong to hope that they know the way, either," he thought to himself after speaking.

[Assistant]
Rorick wheeled his way into the city. He had just spent quite a while travelling, and boy where his arms tired. He sighed as he came to a slow stop. People walking past often shot odd glances his away. The more brash pointed, the less whispered to others. But that wasn't too unusual. His chair drew attention in some places...Rorick rubbed her arms up and down, putting some warmth and forced relaxation into their worn muscles. Not really knowing where they were going they scanned the area as they did this. Not spotting any inn or holding house in the immediate area he made the decision to extend an olive branch. "Excuse me!" She called out to one of the nearest passer-by's, nearly making them drop their basket of bread. The woman gave a somewhat worried look to the chair-bound individual. After a few lingering seconds they managed to speak. "Y-yes?" Quite the linguist it seemed. "I'm very sorry to bother, but would you be able to point me to somewhere I may spend the night?" The boy spoke politely and softly, hoping not to make the woman any more off-put than she already was. "...Down that road there...Take a turn on the second right." After the departed knowledge and eternity long stare, she went off to whatever business she had before their exchange. Rorick thanked her, and sighed once more. A new town, a new adventure..."I suppose off I go." She began moving himself closer towards the supposed inn. Going down the given directions he found a small place, light filtered out of closed shutters and the faint voices could be heard inside. It seemed lively enough. Rorick strained his eyes to read the sign in the ever looming dark. "The Green-bog inn...charming." He commented to himself, before rolling in.

Meeting some more odd stares, he managed to quiet things down a bit. He made i through the door and took a once over of the place. Faces, often of older men, were looking back at him. One table had a card game going on, they all seemed to wear similar outfits, perhaps collegues of some sort. Another table was a young woman with scrolls and a staff at her side, next to a man in a robe and masked face. Interesting place for a meeting of minds..."A night in any open room please." Rorick stated once he rolled up to the counter. The tall and bearded man with sunken in eyes behind the counter gave him a stoic up and down, then nodded and took the coins placed in front of him. Getting a key he thanked the man and looked to where he was pointed. A narrow yet long set of stairs presented themselves, making the only path up to the rooms. It seemed the bottom floor was all used to for the common rooms. "I...suppose a drink wouldn't hurt." He added another coin to the pay, and sidled up against a table. The night was unfortunately, still young...

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Perched atop a tree branch, Mal's vibrant red eyes traced the blindfolded man as he stumbled through the forest. In truth, it was impressive how he managed to wander through this twisted wood without any sense of vision. Mal would not have been surprised if he somehow walked out of an encounter with some magical creature with most of his limbs intact. Now, his expectations were different for him if an altercation opened up between him and the dangerous duo that was also occupying the nearby clearing, but there was something just as satisfying about the group assembling.

 Now, Mal had to assess why three people (or four, if he had to count himself) were encountering each other in a place as risky and twisted as Rivenwood. Most people with half a brain cell knew to stay away from here at all costs.

 Or was that the other twisted woods? He couldn't quite remember.

 Still, Mal had a hunch that he just needed to confirm.
So, carefully he wrapped his chain around the trunk of the tree and rappelled downwards. His feet touched gently against green leaves before he twirled around and moved towards the gathering.

"Hey!!" Mal shouted as he darted forwards. His dark hood flopped on top of his head as he leapt to a halt in front of the trio.

"Hey, you wouldn't happen to be looking for those Legend Relics, would you? I mean, massive amounts of cash were just offered for them an' all, and you usually wouldn't find this many people in an obscure place like this… Unless you were hoping to get devoured by something out here."

[Assistant]
Megumi was walking along a path in Rivenwood, wearing her combat gear instead of her usual white-and-green dress. She was not a big fan of the forest, but the lure for Legend Relics and other less valuable artifacts was too great for her to resist. As she walked, though, she began to wonder whether this was really the best place for her to search. Sure, Rivenwood was known for having valuable items within it, but this was a high-risk high-reward place, and Rivenwood also had the reputation of having mysterious and magical creatures within it, most of which were hostile to humanity.

Before Megumi could come to a conclusion, she then stumbled upon some sort of creature resembling a combination of a bear and a gorilla. Startled, she stepped back and grabbed the hilt of her sword. She was about to draw it when she noticed that the creature looked equally startled. Both of them stood still for a few seconds, then the creature turned away and began eating tree bark by scratching it off a tree with its claws. Deeming it peaceful and not hostile, Megumi relaxed and walked around the creature. Perhaps the forest was not that bad.

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Rexicorg was something else. Yem had never before been there, had never witnessed its myriad of arches and walkways, and yet he felt he understood the place. It was like the forest; seemingly random but not random at all. There was a pattern to it, a structure. It was a maze to those who didn't know it, like the deep woods after dark, but as open as a meadow in midday to its inhabitants. Yem could find his way through any forest. It was in his nature. But he could not yet find his way through here. Some considered him a master, but here he was but a novice.

The place was beautiful; the bittersweet balance of old magnificence and pride tempered with new decay and forgetfulness. There were great ruins here, shells of past glorious palaces, but who knew their history now? Who cared? Whatever it had been, it had shattered with the rest of the world and lay now unmourned and unburied. It had once been the home of civilized people, cultured people, giants walking the earth. Now only shadows remained, and those who dwelt within them.

I shall have to dream of you more, old soul, Yem thought to himself. He was standing at the top of a great mound, his back resting against the thick twisted trunk of an olive tree. He was in the outskirts of the ancient city, the vast and strange landscape painted burning red before him in the light of the setting sun. He would eat now, and drink, and make camp for the night. Then, in the morning, he would greet Rexicorg properly and brave its bowels in search for his prize: the long lost relic of old, and the promise of power.

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The forest, a playground for animals big and small. Lush with greenery yet crowded with fog underneath the humid weather it experienced today. Muzai strolled through the woods at ease, being a very small and dainty stature allowed her to slip through many cracks and nooks that came her way whilst still moving very quickly. Treasure hunting wasn't a job that Muzai would normally undertake... But since it's a treasure hunt, especially with the Legendary Relic being the prize of the hunt, she can't simply turn away. What was she planning with the Relic anyway? There were so many wonders to ponder about. What is it capable of? Why does the Imperium seek its retrieval badly... Many questions to be sated.

She slithered like a snake, her hands touching the surface of nature claiming it as her own before moving on to the next thing, repeated over and over again. The earth itself felt each loving touch that Muzai gave as flowers bloomed and fruits ripened. The branches reached down to her and handed her a fruit that she ate with great pleasure before continuing her search in a skip. Nature loved her and she loved nature. She hummed a a sweet little lullaby on her way, all to hopefully find the treasure they've been asked to look for.

Human speech could be heard. Her ears twitched and her eyes turned to the direction of the sound it came from and proceeds to continue humming. Through the crevice of a rock and underneath the roots of a tree and scale the giant rock in her way and she could see them idly chatting whilst navigating. "Is that the Crimson Streak? And the Taskmage?" She slid down to her feet and continued to follow suit until their halt was enough for Muzai to appear from the bushes behind them. "Found you! Crimson Streak and Taskmage!" She sees that they were accompanied by another man with a red scarf over his eyes. "Hi there sir!" Her hands waved at him.

Another man joined them and immediately inquired about the Legendary Relic. "Whoah, so many people looking for the same thing! It's like how I love my morning woods!" She jumped for joy. "Crimson Streak and Taskmage! Two most famous titles in the world!"


[System]
Theme:
Just One Yesterday by Fall Out Boy

Gender:
Female

Species:
Lessereurm

Appearance:
Green with blue mixed in.
She looked like a fantasy version of a skink lizard, her head being more bony with scaly outcrops along her snout and over the ridges on her eyes. Though she had no back legs, her front limbs had become somewhat longer and stronger. While she didn't have true thumbs, her claws had been reduced to three digits, two of which were longer and the third of which was shorter, thicker, and set at an angle to the others. It was a bit like a human's hand making a constant "Spock-hand" by holding the index-middle and pinky-ring fingers in pairs and curling the thumb. The joints of these "fingers" and the natural curl of her claws gave her a stronger grip that she could feel even as she began to pull herself along the ground--she would be able to pull, or to scoop and dig, quite fast if she felt so inclined. She was roughly twice as long as her previous form, though not so heavy-set throughout her body. As her tail instinctively lashed behind her, she would likely feel confident that she could easily contort herself in a variety of shapes.

Goals:
Rain has only a few major goals:
-Follow any instructions from the mysterious Demon King
-Make the most of this second chance, no matter the cost
-Become the King's favorite, at any cost (selfish reasons, really)

Past Life:
There were few things more important to Rain in her short life than secrecy, alertness, and speed. She was not stronger than most, she was not at healthy as most, but with those three key factors helped to keep her alive and ahead in the dirty streets of an unnamed slum deep in the heart of Detroit.

Born to teen parents who didn't want her, it was a life of hardship from the start. She looked to her parents and was left wanting, before being abandoned at the age of six. She was a street urchin with a lack of trust and a thirst for better.

She scraped by, year after year, by honing these skills and not being afraid to be ruthless with the other filth left in the gutter, the gangs and the deranged.

Her life, however, was cut short by someone just a bit smarter and faster than she was, who happened to slip a knife between her ribs at the age of 16.

Given a second chance, she's going to do it right this time.

Transformations:
Fanged Lizard -- Lesserwurm

Inventory:

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Asteria

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Asteria was glad Ardur and Danny were willing to try and help with the mess, she really was, but the problem was, the warring slimes weren't interested in listening, exactly as she'd feared might happen. Asura used the slime's advantages to spread out in a multi-directional blade attack, and soon after Jason had been pierced, Mother Slime finally made her contribution in a doubtlessly painful flattening jump. Really shouldn't have made an enemy of her, was one the many fleeting thoughts she had. Cautiously, the dire rat slunk into the shadows, observing from a bit of a distance. If there were an opportunity to do something meaningful…But there wasn't any.

Asura raged against being controlled and restricted in any way, and as much as Asteria detested it, he was completely right. (Though his attitude was so very grating. It almost pissed her off, and caused her to do something stupid. Almost.) They were in another world, with different laws, and most likely, as monsters, they weren't beholden by any. As the water spirit had suggested, no-one would care what happened between beings such as them. In fact, if any native humans would see them, they'd probably just want to get rid of them as the pests they'd be seen as. Man's the worst of all animals when separated from laws and justice, wasn't it? A good thing I always found Machiavelli more sensible…though, really, the one with the advantage of force is Asura...Not Jason, the suiciding necromantic maniac. Jason's suicide spell didn't seem to do much besides kill him, Danny and Asura were soon after bickering over the piece of green source crystals as common mutts might over a piece of meat, and Ardur was preoccupied with…praying? Yes, very efficient that, act after he's dead already, she almost scoffed loudly, but was perfectly aware she was the last person to criticize Ardur for a lack of action.

But the opportunity was perfect to unobtrusively slink away, and that's exactly Asteria did. She made a bit of a looping path towards the lakeside and chamber-core, warily checking for followers or any other potential danger. Once she was out of sight of the trio she'd left behind, however, she sped towards the core-chamber. She stopped at the lakeside, taking note of any changes. The sword and the water spirit had apparently submerged once again, and she wondered if they were making any sort of progress towards destroying the core. Carefully, she made her way to where the dungeon core was, checking around the chamber for signs of…anything, really. Had Jason believed he could resurrect here? There were still a few of herbs left over in his garden, and a small nook that was hiding two of those flame crystals that could be used as bombs, and another altered mana crystal. Carefully, she nestled the three crystals amongst the herbs she'd already stashed under her vine-belt, making certain they were tightly fastened, and separate from each other. Her vest was getting a bit bulky, but it would do for now. Besides the ominous dungeon core itself, there wasn't much for Asteria to do in Jason's tunnels, so she high-tailed her way out of the cave.

Her way to the entrance was uninterrupted, if somewhat slowed down by carrying the additional weight, and the care she took not to be ambushed by anything potentially dangerous. Asteria also found Mother Rat's incredibly thoughtful trail mark, and noticed the smell led out of the cave. Just as she was about to exit, Ed and Mother Rat appeared, apparently back from wherever they had been "Oh, hey," she greeted, slightly winded. "Ed, you evolved?" She observed his new bipedal form, and came to a decision. "Good, you can hold onto these better than I then." Thus, she handed her items to him one by one, careful not to drop or damage any. "DO NOT drop the crystals, two of them are those flame-variant bomb-esque items."

"Now, let me tell you all that happened," she began recounting the story in hushed whispers while warily keeping an eye on the happenings outside of the cave, summarizing the recent events as best as she could, adding opinions and comments as was appropriate. "So, we best avoid Asura and co. Jason is dead, unless there actually is a way to resurrect. There are still undead in the cave, I don't know how many, or whether they're aggressive or not. By the way, do you know anything about the goblins out there?" she asked, suddenly changing the topic entirely as she pointed at the group outside.

Using muffle sneaky sneaks her way away from the Asura vs Dead-Jason's confrontation.
Uses Beast Senses to avoid stalkers, ambushes, traps, and whatever dangers there are in the cave.
Takes note of changes around lake-side and within the core-chamber.
Gets the remaining crystals from the core-stash (I believe that consists of two flame-touched crystals and one tainted crystals).
Speeds her way towards the exit, still doing her best to avoid potential dangers.
Picks up on the trail of Mother Rat.
Happens upon Ed and Mother rat.
Passes her items to Ed carefully.
Recounts the recent events to him, asks about the goblins.
Uses Beast Senses II – Sight to keep an eye on the goblin group outside.

[Assistant]
~Forest outside the Cavern~
Throat Pouch:
- x1 Mana Crystal
- x4 Nothing
Rawhide Backpack
- x5 Nothing

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Slowly, Ash roused herself from sleep, stretching her body and yawning tiredly as she heard the others around her doing the same. Urrgh, she wanted to sleep a bit more, honestly. Curl up under a blanket and do absolutely nothing. Ugh, she missed her human life slightly. She was not suited towards roughing it, as they say, but oh well. She'd slowly gotten used to it over the past week. Stretching her neck and working walking out of the temporary burrow, Ash quietly observed her surroundings, taking note of the others and making sure they were mostly alone.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary for now.

Walking over to the creek, Ash took a big mouthful of water. Now all they'd really need is food, and they could spend the rest of the training and practicing. Oberon and Mourn were likely a good fit for that. Keep Digbie around to help fend of anything that might attack them, and send Torrent and Reoth out scouting around for trouble.

That aside - they had made some extremely good progress last night. She did, at any rate. Taking a look at her skills she made progress on a good number of things she wanted too in the magical department, and her Analysis skills seemed to have synergized into something new as well. Good - she could spend less time actively thinking about doing both in that case, and likely gain just as much, if not more information.

Which skills to use though...she had 14 to spend, but if she was to be completely honest. Nothing stood out a whole lot to her. She could more or less eventually train everything she had so far, so spending skill points felt somewhat pointless. All except that one at the very bottom of her list...Rabid Fit. Something similar to Rabies then? Increased attack strength at the cost of something else? Perhaps that could synergize well with her Overwork skill. Hm.

"Nine points into Rabid Fit...and three points into Meditate." That would leave her with two left over for later. No need to use all resources right now, and she was curious as to this Rabid Fit and what the next level of Meditate could do. Now what to do next...before she could tell, there was the feeling of someone watching, just barely, and she could barely make out the sight of the goblin from the hill. Ash tensed her body, making a move to chase after, but he was gone before she even had a chance too.

"Ugh, damn it..." She held a claw to her nose. "Why is it always something with these interruptions..." The Pygmy drake ground her teeth together, obviously not quite happy at the prospect of potentially being interrupted by some nobody goblins.

"I agree with Oberon. That didn't seem to be any goblin from the cave. There's likely another tribe around here." Ash said in a matter of fact tone. "All we can do is either move out again, or prepare for the worst. Hm, I doubt we'd have time to construct fortifications. We lack the materials and we could expect something in the next day or two." Ash sat up straight, thinking about their situation. She had hoped now that they were out of the range of the cave goblins, she could finally have some measure of peace to study without worry, but of course nothing could ever be that simple.

"So I think our best course of action would be to continue as we were. Training our skills, sharing knowledge, and working on our teamwork. If we must use force to overcome our obstacles until we can finally be settled in some place safely, then that's simply how it must be." Turning her head to the others, she began handing out instructions. "Oberon, Mourn, you did an amazing job yesterday with the hunting. If possible, head back out and see if you can hunt some rubber frogs for food and their skin. Their skin is highly flexible and durable. Might make for some good armor. They don't seem to have any magical abilities other than trying to swallow things whole so I doubt you'd have trouble."

Flapping her wings and hovering lightly off the ground, Ash continued.

"Meanwhile the others and I can see about foraging, scouting, and perhaps practicing some." She did want to learn that Scale Shift move from Reoth. That would be incredibly helpful - and well, also her vanity was getting the best of her. Being able to be whatever color she wanted to be would be absolutely amazing. Now if only she could work on this ugly lizard face of hers. "I, have a few things I'd like to do with this mana crystal."

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Torrent awoke peacefully, slowly chimming to consciousness. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had a fairly easy rest like that. She observed the little base they had made, a twinge of pride stirring in her, as she uncurled herself and exited their little base.

Drinking from the stream she listened to the others, thinking on all the progress they had made the day before, when the mention of the rogue goblin came up. She'd thought she had been imagining it with her groggy mind, but the confirmation made her awaken properly with a jolt. Her instincts told her to go after it, scout out the enemy like she'd done in the cave, but she quelled the thought in favor of Obeeom's suggestions. The fact that Ash was in agreement solidified the choice even more as she considered her options.

"9 points into Spell Cancel," she muttered. That was another new ability that might become useful. She wanted to learn Magic Break as well, though she didn't have enough skill points. Maybe Oberon would be willing to help her, since she was fairly confident that breaking his shield back before the goblins had advanced the other day was what had started that.

On the other hand she really wanted Suppress Presence. It would really help her stealth capabilities. Not that she needed much help there at this point.

Idly she wondered about the color shift ability. It was going to be useful, but she wanted to test something. Stepping into the stream carefully, she tried to activate the ability with the focus on the water around her. It would be interesting to see what happened.

Regardless of the results, she stepped back onto dry land and looked at Ash.

"I've got a lot of stealth abilities going on. I'll hunt. Maybe bring back meat. I'm good at being unnoticed, even before all this." She nodded slightly to herself before noticing that her skin was here. "And Ash? I want you to have my skin there. You like to test and experiment, right? Maybe it'll be useful to you."