[System]
Age: 16

Gender: Male

Rank: Noble

Species: Human

Appearance: Elias is of average build, although he's a bit short for his age. His light, fluffy brown hair extends a little past his ears and covers his eyes if he's not careful.He wears large, circular glasses and a dark green tunic crafted from fine cloth. An intricate pattern in gold has been sewn into it, and he ties a sash around the waist with his family crest on it.

Personality: Eli makes a stuffy, cold impression on most people, and as a result, he's never had many friends. He doesn't seem to mind, though; he's always muttering spells or flipping through tomes anyway and considers himself to be above the idle social activities that come with companionship. He's easily irritated, and has no qualms with snapping at someone if they annoy him. Although Eli is used to attending balls and festivities alongside his family of nobles, he prefers to skip the niceties and favors being blunt and often downright rude to others instead. At the very least, Eli treats himself with the same bluntness when he can't do something right.

History: The Beauvallets are an incredibly wealthy family of aristocrats, and have an infamous reputation for all the chaos they've caused to other nobility in trying to win the Grand Sage's favor. The Beauvallets also have a long history of flaunting their status and wealth, which has led to resentment from many people in the Empire that know of them. Elias was born to the patriarch of the Beauvallets, and his equally powerful wife. He had numerous older brothers, all taught in different fields of magic.

As one would expect, Elias lived a very cushy childhood. His father, a scholarly mage who once fought for the empire, began teaching him defensive magic when he was as young as seven, first teaching him basic runes, then simple spells, and then more complicated magic as the boy grew older. Soon Eli became obsessed with the art of magic- more than any of his older brothers, and was soon spending every night alone in his study, hunched over his desk with a quill and pen, or perhaps in the gardens, where he practiced spells with a frightening intensity.
His dream was that of every young noble in the Imperial Empire- Eli desired more than anything to rule by the Grand Mage's side someday.

Extra: He's way to confident in his own abilities, even if he is pretty skilled for his age.

[User]
Spade bent lower over his deep brown horse, Kynder, speeding up as the sun touched the horizon. He needed to reach the group before the sun completely winked out. Losing light near the Dead Woods was normally deadly. Either he finds them before the sun goes down or he waits till morning a safe distance from the forest. It'd do no one any good to get killed on a fool's errand through the inky forest.
Spade's eyebrows furrowed as he remembered the events leading up to this hasty ride. The Quinn's were a prominent, wealthy, and politically charged family but what they didn't have was a presence on this mission. They wanted to benefit and bask in the glory of a completed mission. Spade snorted with their self absorbed egos. As the least favorite item in all of their mansion they were quick to offer him as the fodder to their rise. The silver goblets were regarded more precious than their own son. He wasn't the daughter they wanted and he had a strange form of magic that made them uneasy. Spade smirked at their discomfort.
Despite their feelings about him they felt the need to send a Quinn to bring praise to the family and so after bribes, negotiations, and other political nonsense Spade was sent. Late. They sent him late. And now he was trying to make up for it.
Wind whistled past his ears while he squinted ahead. The first of the Dead Wood's trees were coming into view after hours of driving Kinder mercilessly. Spade didn't like working her this hard but there wasn't much of a choice. If they got across the Crag then his chances of finding them was near nothing.
A low whining whistle broke the silence from the nearing trees. A howl? Definitely, but of what? Undoubtedly some monstrous beasts the Crag had spit up. A sinking feeling filled Spade's gut. The party was probably the reason for the howl. He cursed and urged Kynder faster. Why'd they enter the forest this close to dark? Nobles. Their pride will be the undoing of them all. They think they own everything. They thought that they could tell mother nature when to rain and when it wasn't allowed. Unfortunately some could actually do it and that didn't help matters whatsoever.
Spade hit the edge of the forest and didn't slow whatsoever. He kept barreling through the darkening woods. Soon the carnage of a battle spread out before him. Fire, spikes of ice, and bodies of rotting wolves filled the path making Kynder's footing waver. Flicking the reigns Spade urged her to jump a particularly jagged spike of ice.
 "Their ice caster is pretty strong."  Spade muttered as he strained his ears for the group. He thought he could just make out their shouts up ahead. Kinder snorted fearfully as they passed a wolf that was just hanging on to life. Spade felt alive. This is what it was like to live not the infernal politics of the inner city. You only truly lived when you were closer to death.
Suddenly there were walls of fire along the sides of the road. Spade leaned low holding Kinder's mane and whispered in her ear.  "It's ok. It's ok. Just a bit of fire Kynder. That'a girl, Kynder."

Then the wolves came. They were trapped between fire. They were scared, hungry, and mad.  "Crap."  Spade said sitting back in the saddle. He quickly drew his Tarot Deck from the pocket in his sleeve and flipped the top one over swiftly. He momentarily glanced down to see three cups with three women above them.

Three of Cups.

Spade focused on the three mutated wolves on one side. Lowering the glowing card down at arms length he then thrust his arm straight up into the air. The reaction was immediate as three geysers of boiling water shot up. Spade smirked as the three wolves were propelled twenty feet into the air. Kynder and Spade flew underneath ignoring the other mutts. A satisfying yelp sounding from behind when they crashed back to the ground.

He could see the wagon now. The horses were in a panicked rush obviously scared from what they had just gone through. Spade was just allowing a smile of victory cross his lips when the monstrous bipedal creature crashed out of the trees. Charging forward Spade watched the party careen onto the bridge the monster closing in. A wall of fire sprang up but the festering creature didn't hesitate in the slightest. It stomped out some of the flames and Spade pushed Kynder to jump through the remaining small ones.
Spade knew if the creature reached the wagon it was going to go over the edge. He flipped another card praying for an easy solution.

Four of Pentacles.

Spade pointed the glowing card forward. A four cornered star appeared in the air before him. It shined of gold and fire. Then it shot off slamming into the legs of the beast and the stone beneath it. There was a resounding crack as the stone split and dropped a couple feet. The beast, stumbling from the explosion on its legs, fell hard on its face. Seeing his chance he urge Kynder past the fallen creature. They were going to make it! He did it!
Then the muscular arm of the creature spun around smashing into the side of Kynder. Spade was thrown from the saddle forcefully. Seemingly in slow motion Spade turned over in the air. He watched Kynder thrown into the air with the force of the impact sending her over the edge of the bridge. Then it all sped up again and he whipped around slamming into the stone bouncing and skidding forward toward the wagon.

It hurt.

[Assistant]
As one would expect, the Metallic creature was not one to waste time. Perhaps it had another objective tied into the group, at some point it had arranged to meet up with them. But they where late, and the Warden is far from patient.

The ground would rumble, and the faint sound of thunder would make the horses even more uneasy too the point that they tried to run in various direction despite being attached to a carriage. Within seconds a massive arc of lighting would seem to consume the undead pachyderm, along with a large section of cursed earth beneath it. A anguished trumpet is heard just before another loud crash shook the now burning trees along with any whom where still close to it.

When the light finally faded the Warden stood in a mess of burning gore and glass. Despite being blown to pieces its remaining limb and head continued to try and approach the group, to this the Warden did not act, rather it made a cold statement directed at the parties leader.

"Late..."

[User] When the carriage lurched forward thanks to the stupid beasts pulling it Thomas lost his footing, he fell of the side but was able to grab something before he fell to the ground. He climbed inside. When he saw the lumbering behemouth he pulled out all of his explosive tipped arrows but before he could fire it the sentient armor or whatever it was decimated it to a head and limb. "If that thing can do that by himself why are the rest of us here? It can do this quest on its own." He put back all but one of the explosive tipped arrows, the remained explosive tipped arrow he fired into the mouth of the head/limb freak. The resulting explosion was very satisfying and very disgusting, blood and guts went everywhere.

[Assistant]
"Sir!"
A timid, but firm voice tore Elias from his descending panic at the hopeless situation. Startled, he turned to the voice to see the fragile looking mage staring at him, her posture tense as if itching to flee. Before he could snap at the girl for yelling at him, the hounds lept towards the carriage- more specifically, Elias's precious face- in a repulsive clump, snarling and frothing at the mouth with a hungry expression on their deformed faces. He froze as the creatures lept for him, and only his fingers twitched, as if to summon a spell.

As soon as they lunged for the carriage, the beasts were impaled, huge ice crystals shooting up to keep them at bay. Elias lept back to avoid being splattered with blood, recalling what Lady Valtoris had shouted just moments before.

"Please... you have to pay attention. Without your barrier, they'd all come in at once. I'll block you." The girl pleaded, her eyes shining. The nobleman felt a sudden urge to laugh- he had expected to be scolded by her, which would have been both humiliating and an innapropriate way to adress an aristocrat. Yet, somehow being pleaded with made him more angry. Did anything make this little thing angry? Why, if someone ran up to her and stole everything she owned, she would probably apologize and tell the crook he forgot to take her purse.

Grumbling nonsense insults, Elias pushed his glasses a little further up his nose, and once again activated the shield, this time extending his hand a touch more, hoping that this time the shield would cover the whole wagon. Meanwhile, Lady Valtoris, the coachman, and the lumbering pile of metal had busied themselves as well fighting off the hounds. Lady Valtoris backed up towards the wagon, so they were secured more or less from all sides. If Elias wasn't so terrified he would have watched much more attentively. Even from a distance, it was easy to recognize her expertise on elemental magic.

Unfornutatly, his swooning was cut short as the carriage halted abrubtly. The horses whinnied in fear in front of the carriage, and although Elias couldn't see what was causing their fear, he could definetly feel it in the way the ground shook. Elias, still extending his hands to maintain the shield, poked his head out the window to see what was causing all the fuss, and instantly wished he hadn't. Strangely enough, someone seemed to be fighting it.

" And I thought this couldn't get any worse," he grumbled, past the point of terror. At this point, he was just annoyed with this whole ordeal. The shield began to glow brighter and denser in an attempt to protect the carriage and it's inhabitants. Elias didn't need to push himself for long- an anguished wail rose from the creature as it fell to the ground with a thud. To finish off the beast, the thief blew it to bits, causing blood and guts to fly through the air like rain. Once again, Elias fought the bile rising in his throat. Honestly, was shooting the thing really neccesary? It looked dead enough to him, no need to overdo it. He glared at the thief as he climbed in, complaining on the victor of the fight, which appeared to be the strange metal being.

Elias frowned. " It might be strong, but I'm hardly convinced that hollow metal creature's even the slightest bit clever." He snorted.


[System]
Persona: Desperation

Appearance:

Under his equipment, Thule is a white skinned man with blue eyes and blonde-brown hair that he keeps short for professional reasons.

Age: 25

Archetype: Magical doctor.

Power set:
Necromancers Surgical Tools (3): A set of medical tools that have been infused with Necromatic magical power, they serve the duel purpose of healing and killing.

In the hands of a trained medical professional, the patient can be kept alive through much more then they would normally be able to take via magical means. Likewise blood transfutions and organ transplants that shouldn't work will take perfectly.

They can also serve as very effective melee weapons, the magic helping to end life as readily as it would save it.

The tools cannot create blood or organs, nor does they grant medical skill; If someone wishes to perform a heart transplant with these tools, they would need surgical training and a heart to make the transplant with.

Desperation's powers over life and death has grown with practice, allowing him to keep someone in his general area alive beyond their natural limits without having actually be working on them at the time; This does require his concentration through.

Stealthy (1)- Digression is the better part of valor... and Desperation has a bounty on him now.

Character Traits:
Field Medic: Your on the spot judgement is impressive, your likeliness to achieve success is greatly increased when under pressure.

Origin Story: Surgeon Thule Alexander spent many years of his life to become a surgeon in order to help people; He might not have been the greatest or smartest medical student alive but he still processed some talent.

Shortly after he began his career proper however, his nephew fell ill and required a liver transplant in order to save his life. The problems arose when it became clear that there was a lack of livers to be transplanted... And even fewer that were of the correct blood type.

Despite for a solution, Thule turned to magic and found Necromancy; He wasn't interested in raising the dead, but the dark magic taught him ways to alter flesh and blood in order to keep the living alive. He ended turning a personal set of medical tools into his foci, infusing them with dark magic.

When he was finally confident enough to try it, Thule donned the persona of 'Desperation' and murdered a random gang thug in order to gain access to his organs, namely his liver. The operation to save his Nephew went off without a hitch and Thule found a new way to help people.

The superhero community disagreed with the methods that Desperation employed and has made several half hearted efforts to shut him down; He has survived so far by being a minor threat while there were always bigger fish to fry and he has a decent amount of community good will; There are plenty of families who would be missing a member if it wasn't for the actions of Desperation.

[User]
Oscar took off sprinting just as soon as he saw the girl in the belt start running, swearing loudly at her back. It became quickly apparent that he had no chance of keeping up with her, however - she was faster than any person had any damn right to be. By the time he caught up, she'd already smashed her way through the door and one of the bouncers, revealing a rather posh room full of hired security. A card from Eric flew into the second bouncer, so Oscar opted to continue his charge inside.

"Oi, douchebag!" he screamed as he shoulder-tackled the first thug he saw, knocking him to the ground. He aimed a few wild kicks at the man's head, then bent down to grab him by the shirt. Grunting, the Enhanced lifted the man over his head and threw him through the room, sending him crashing into a table and splitting down the middle.

Panting, Oscar stepped through the door, fumbling in his pants for his gun. He'd just managed to produce the weapon when a dull, stinging impact took him hard in the shoulder, causing him to toss the gun out of his reach. Getting shot sucked.

A few more thugs were running at him, including, rather miraculously, the man he'd already thrown - Oscar had thought he'd be down for the count, but he looked to be soldiering on. What a hero. The enhanced shifted his injured arm for a moment and charged forward, yelling.

He clotheslined one thug directly in the forehead, sending him spilling to the ground. The bouncer from before had produced a knife, and swung it widely a few times. Oscar blocked it with his arm, each parry sending another line of dull, stinging pain down his arm as he was cut. "Will you - urg - will you STOP THAT?"

Oscar grabbed the back of his neck and threw himself into a bone-cracking headbutt, silently thanking the bastard doctor for giving him a super-strong skull. Dazed and in terrible pain, the hired muscle took a few steps back, shaking his head to clear it. Immediately, the enhanced grabbed a chair and broke it across the man's back, sending him spilling to the ground and leaving Oscar holding two long sticks of wood that he immediately began flailing at his fallen opponent. "Like that, huh, you son of a bitch? That what you wanted? Pull a knife on me, you goddamn..."

He may have continued beating his unconscious victim indefinitely, had the thug he'd clotheslined earlier not struggled to his feet and attempted to save his friend, grabbing a bottle and smashing it over Oscar's head. Grimacing, the enhanced wheeled around, a few shards of glass still stuck in his scalp. "Son of a BITCH!" He punched the man full force in the chest, sending him flying back a few feet.

The enhanced was on him just as he struggled to his feet, blocking a few paniced punches and replying with three of his own that made the thug crumple once again. Oscar bent to lift the man, sending him flying across the room and destroying a very nice-looking couch.

[Assistant]
It was a short walk down the street. Pann went over the plan with Eric, and the two of them agreed that it would be best to gather more playing cards, Eric wasn't a conjurer and Pann's magic was still nonexistent right now so Eric only had as many cards as he carried on him. Right now, one deck of 52 cards.

Walking down the ally the wrestler girl ran straight into the place, taking one of the goons with her. Bouncer number two managed to pull out his gun and point it towards the rampaging girl before he felt a sharp pain in his spine. He fell over dead, the five of diamonds in his back. "I wouldn't do that if I was you." Eric muttered. Then suddenly remembering what was happening he ran after the girl, nearly jumping down the stairs Eric found himself at the bottom with Meteora looking over the confused mass, "What? We heard this place was pretty cool. Me and my friends just want to take a look around." Eric would then snap like a whip as a card flew from his hand into a suited man reaching for something in his coat, the man would fall over as the gun hit the floor. "We mean no trouble, just want to have some fun." Eric said with a grin on his face.

[User]
Third Invincible Sister sneered in contempt as the creatures retreated further into the shadows. "A society of misshapen creatures that have shut themselves off from the world in fear and hatred? How disgusting!"

She tilted back her cowboy hat for a better view before marching into the corridor, fists clenched at her side. "I am Gang Min-Seo of Pyongyang!" she yelled as she strode down the corridor, Air Jordans squelching in puddles of slime. "The third of the Five Invincible Sisters! But who I am is not important, for I strike not for myself but for the glory of the Democratic People's Republic of Korea! I am a warrior for the Glorious Leader! I am the hooves of Chollima!"

She reached the room at the end of the hallway and assumed a taekwondo stance, eyes moving in search of the creatures in the dim room. "Fight me and die!" she bellowed.

[Assistant]
"I would really like to know what a Korea is.", Harvey had his weapon ready, still a little bit confused by the teleport. "But first we are going to have to kill whatever creatures these are. We need to hunt them, chase them into a corner. Oh the excitement!"

Harvey aimed into the darkness. He just hoped that his weapon would be effective against the enemy's. If not this could have a very bad ending for him. But perhaps they would eat the Korea-Lady first. Hopefully. His Hazard Suit might offer him some protection but he would feel a lot better if he had any Idea what their enemy was.
"You know back on Xetodia we have a saying for a Situation like this. It goes: Zwof'j xexe kro'Z' takax zoz-Eo N'Z.", he fired a low energy warning shot into the darkness, the lightning illuminated the darkness for a second. It seemed empty. "Actually now that I think about it that saying does neither translate well nor fit here at all. Sorry I mentioned it."

[User]
The alien said his name, and his planet. Ahh she was going to like this one, Harvey. Maybe get him to do her few things for her in the future. The lady mentioned mind control. Something she would have to find. It would help her either way.

Fun time teleporting. Much fun for her. It was always fascinating how that works. The creature/ creatures? no clue, inside made bluer like noise. Living material she could sense it. Everything living could in anywise me controlled in someway. She watched the strange Korean walk into the lair shouting, no sense of fear or even the though to check the hall she walked into. She did know she stood out like a solo cup in a wine tasting? Didn't she. How brainwashed was the girl. She going to be fun to mess with.

Fallowing the Alien, Harvey, who had deiced on his own he should share random things. Such a fun, toy. She walked into the lair her eyes scanning the walls as they walked searching for the slightest movement.

" Come out, come out where ever you are little monster. Don't you want to come and play? " She replied to the beast calling facing a wall the other two had missed to cover. Her eyes staying fixed for any movement, waiting for it to show itself. So she could try her way with it before the others were killed. At the least she could get it to leave, maybe, she was still unsure of her power against creations.

[Assistant]
EPPIE JONES

The Lair
Eppie followed the others into the entrance of the Lair, noting that Gang Ming-Seo's true name was finally spoken and how she called out... no... more 'demanded' for the beast to fight them head on. This was then followed by Harvey's warning shot that resonated down into the darkness, and finally Alice's call for the little monster to appear.

"Do you really expect a monster to serve itself up on a silver plateau? Eppie wouldn't be doing that if Eppie was a monster..." her words coming out a little sarcastic as she walked past the three individuals into the lead position, pushing by the Third Sister into the room that she was evaluating. "We can tell you now that there is nothing in here."

Casually Eppie looked around the room, noting the tables and crates that were scattered around the place. The lights flicked ever so gently with enough energy to show what they were but not enough time for the eyes to adjust to the change in brightness. As she looked around she lifted her arm and rested her hand on the back of her head. With a slight pop in the skin, the back of her hand opened to reveal a glancing eye. After a quick look at the other villains, it darted it's gaze around the room taking in all that it could see.

It has been here recently.

Eppie knows, she can see the damage to the walls and equipment.

Eppie walked over to a table, placing her hand on the flat surface and felt the smooth textured that had been scarred by some beast. She looked down at the eye, watching it's gaze fixate on her face. "You will kill soon... Eppie promises."

The eye's sight narrowed slightly before closing up and hiding away from the outside world.


[System]
"Come now, we're only outnumbered ten to one. I'd say the odds are in our favor!"

Sprite:
Nicknames/Title:

Gender: Male

Marital Status: Single.

Age: 25

Sexuality: Straight

Family Ties:
Petros Argyris - Uncle / Only living family member not associated with Mustaf's treachery and subsequently current head of the household.
Carmela Argyris - Mother / Former Lady of the house / Currently serving a prison sentence for her actions in the war with her husband.
Gavriil Argyris - Father /Former Head of the Argyris family/Former advisor to Emperor Mustaf/Believed to have died during the war.

Class: Mage

Weapon Mastery(ies): Tomes

Inventory: Arcwind
 Arcfire
 Arcthunder

Personality:
 Tybalt is a flirtatious scoundrel, a free spirit with a swagger about him. He is bold, gallant, and practically exuding charisma. Unusually outgoing and sociable for a mage, he never passes up on a potential adventure or an experience and will jump at the opportunity to try something new. With a never say die attitude about life and carefree machismo to his actions, he possesses a sharp wit and a silver tongue that makes him extremely charming, though it can occasionally come off as insulting. Heroic and daring, Tybalt is quick to deliver a quip and a smile to brighten even the most somber of situations, making it easy to see why the people of Alistaf have warmed up to him.

However, beneath this outgoing and bold personality lies a man of compassion and kindness as well as impressive tactical acumen and magical knowhow. He may not act like it, but he is a very experienced and talented mage and tactician, brilliant and knowledgeable in his craft. While he more often than not spends his time using his magic to do simple parlor tricks and goof off, he truly has a untold brilliance when the situation demands it, revealing his intellect when the situation demands it. A cunning and calculating strategist, he is more than capable of assisting his unit when the time comes, both with his mind and his magic.

Biography:
Tybalt comes from the desert town of Alistaf, he hails from a noble family of dukes disgraced by their affiliation with the former dictator Mustaf. Once the city was annexed to Jotenvarr, his family immediately fell into bad standing with the new king. Even at a young age, he was very aware that the people of Alistaf despised his family's affiliation with a monster and also expressed shame at their defeat. They were only a noble house in name, prisoners of their own city and targets of their people's hatred.

This was something Tybalt refused to stand for. He began to feel it was his responsibility to give Alistaf back a member of nobility they could respect, and a noble house they could feel pride in. He worked tirelessly to assist his people, spending days in town trying to rebuilt broken homes and defend the city from bandits. He won their respect though hard work and determination, enough so that he caught the eye of Jotenvarr's royal guard. Already Tybalt could see that this was his chance to truely redeem his family's name by coming the Royal Guard to the king, to make up for the horrors his family had done during the way. He departed for the Capital on the very same day he received the invitation, intending to give it his all and prove he can be more than just some noble.

[User] A Rather shoddily clad swordsman strides into the room, spinning an ace of spades between his fingers. "I guess this is the place." He decides to approach the pair eating candy, as opposed to the clear fluffy tail issue that seems to be coming to a head. "My name is fredrick. I was part of one of the other squads but we were split up to fill some of the squads that lost people. I guess that means I'm with you guys."

[Assistant]
Being one of the last people to arrive to their designed dorms, Claude had little to no idea who he'd be rooming with, aside from the retarded teammates from before.

Truly, the words from before had reached to his pride and he had been out all day training.

While it certainly wasn't his job to protect everybody else, it was his job to make sure everyone was dead by the time any mission, or trial.

Claude entered the room in his usual fashion. By kicking the door and making most people turn their heads to him. For once, the man wasn't wearing his sunglasses and instead of his coat, he was wearing a sleeveless white shirt.

He had just taken a bath and felt like resting some.

"What, ya all are already here? Well, nice to meet the other dudes and... hello, other retards." The man yawned and walked to his own bed.

He wasn't really going to sleep yet, and he would readily talk with anyone that came near him, but perhaps the fact that he always seemed kind of wild made it kind of hard for people to approach him.

[User]
Tybalt Argyris

Tybalt was about to answer Hiro when the new man came in, a ruffian with a foul mouth deciding to kick the door in and barrel his way into everyone's life. Tybalt couldn't help but emit a soft chuckle, he found the man's entrance comedic, a man who dared to gain all the attention in the room just to refer to everyone's intelligence and rummage off to his own corner. It was a good ice breaker, if nothing else, but Tybalt seemed more than content to discuss things with Hiro for the time being.

"Oh, my home was filled with many magical texts." Tybalt responded to Hiro. "I spent most of my adolescence in my private study since father would not let me go outside and associate with the locals, so they were all I had aside from dueling lessons with the steward." His smile dipped a little, the conversation reminding him of his father was a touchy subject, especially when it brought up the old man's cruelty. "When I finally was able to go out and mingle, I had my fair share of knowledge in magic, and since my steward said I had a natural talent for the craft, I practiced, becoming the best mage I could be...and I learned a few petty tricks along the way."

He chuckled, holding his hand out flat, parallel towards the ceiling. With a flick of his opposite hand, a glass of water magically appeared in his hands...or so he would leave an audience to believe. "I'm as much a trickster as I am a practicing magi...the parlor tricks tend to compliment the actual magic I can wield."

Taking a sip of the water, he placed the glass on a nearby bedstand before continuing. "Oh, but I digress. You said you were from a family of hunters? You must tell me what that was like! I only hunted for sport, but that was with royal hounds and assistants, they never let me hunt on my own for my own food! Was there times of strife? Did you not eat if you didn't bring food home? What kind of animal was the best hunt?"

[Assistant]
Azi Lukotta

Azi suddenly felt a chill up his back, causing him to lift his head out of his pillow slightly from his unsteady sleep. The atmosphere, with everyone greeting each other, was too friendly for there to be anything truly hostile. Nonetheless, he couldn't help but instinctually feel that there was a predator stalking him. Just as he thought that, she struck. "Ahn!?" Azi yelped as his tail was suddenly held captive by Diana. "W-wait, my tail is sensit-- iiive~?!" He tried to turn and stop her, but his body gave out once she began stroking it. Waves of pleasure quickly incapacitated him, leaving him helpless to do anything except whimper quietly in submission. "
Uwaaahh~~ someone help me...
" He silently prayed for the gods to intervene and save him from Diana's grasp.

[User]
Aika Lennone

By now, Aika's hysteria caused her to slump onto her side on her bed, her long icy hair making a large wave as she crashed on the less than comfortable pillow. The starchy cushion did little to quell her laughter, as she rolled onto her back, facing up to easily see the antics as well as her new friend. "Is this normal for her?" she asked Pauline while gesturing her left thumb up and over to Diana.

From on her back, she was now able to see a new face standing before her and Pauline, a slender looking fellow with long red hair, and carrying what looked like a katana, claiming the name 'Fredrick.' "Oh, hello, ehehehe," she mustered through the giggling. "I'm Aika, and I've said my name about four times today, hehe."

[Assistant]
Hyakuya

Hyakuya simply nodded when Aika pointed out that it was how they called Manaketes in their region. In all honesty, the dragon didn't know much about other regions so he wasn't aware of other names of his kind. He then stayed silent, happy with merely listening to these young folks talking around. He then proceeded to sit on his bed with his back leaning on the wall and was now facing Azi...

Whose tail was being caressed by Diana. A smile made its way to his face as he watched the whole incident. Hyakuya had only noticed that he was facing a laguz. He had not known much about the race but he had encountered the dragon laguz tribe when he was but a child. he remembered it to be quite an experience, seeing other transforming dragons who didn't need the use of stones. His attention was soon taken back by Diana and Azi when he started to whimper. Ah, of course, a tail was always the most sensitive part of an animal, same can be told with those humans who had their own tail.

And he turned his head towards the door when someone kicked it, a blond haired fellow walked in, greeting everyone there. And so it was safe to assume that he was part of Squad Triginita since Hyakuya assumed that 'retards' was actually pertaining to his teammates. Whatever happened in their trial would have to be different from what happened to their own trial. Not that it mattered much to the manakete. He fell back into silence with a smile on his face as he watched them all talk with each other.

[User]
Mikhail Fuast

Mikhail found himself staring at the door to the barracks. The man pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a defeated sigh as he felt the first prickle of a headache start to surface. The racket coming from within was already deafening and the inexplicable boot mark on the door did little to ease his growing dread. "Should have spent more time checking on the damn horse," he muttered to himself.

Having satisfied his sour puss tendencies for the time being, Mikhail gathered his resolve and calmly opened the door. He was fully prepared to go about his business in silence and claim any bunk still available. However, the sight that greeted him at the entryway caused his normal frown to sink into a grimace.

"I would appreciate it if you didn't molest my squad mate," the cavalier directed to the pink haired bombshell that was currently enchanted by Azi's tail. "It'd be a shame if you broke him before our next trial." Both his voice and facial expression made it difficult to determine just how serious he was being, although he hardly seemed concerned for Azi's sake.

Mikhail met the laguz's pitiful gaze with an ice cold stare and a raised eyebrow, as if to say, "Your mess, you clean it up." Not waiting for a response from either of them, he made his way to one of the bunks in the back. It wasn't until he threw his pack down that he realized that he had ended up next to Claude.

"I take it the boot print on the door was your doing," he said to the merc casually.

[Assistant]
Hiro Anu

To be honest, it isn't all that great most of the times. First, if we brought home an animal, we would have to skin it then get all of the best meat out it, though we don't let anything go to waste. Anyways, if we didn't catch something then we might have to eat only bread but most times we would just skip on eating," Hiro began before stopping to think about what animals were the best to hunt during what situation. "I suppose we typically hunted stags and boars because of all the meat they provided but if we needed something quick then we would go after small birds or squirrels."

[User]
Claude

The others had not exactly received the new recruit warmly, so Claude decided to be the better man (what an odd ocurrance) and welcome him.

"Yo, Fredrick. Hope ya get used to all these other retards, and I also hope you can swing that sword arm for something other than cutting vegetables." The man snarked and then laughed a bit.

He then decided to take some well deserved rest, but the green cavelier seemed to have other plans for him.

Mikhail approached him, claiming him to be the culprit of the footprint stamped on the door.

"Har. Can't you tell by the size of the boot? Hope you ain't a clean freak, though. Once a guy like that made me clean my whole outfit. Worst fucking day ever. My fingers were all like raisin'"

The man gritted his pointy teeth at the best of his ability.

[Assistant]
As they conversed, Tybalt took a seat on the bed across from Hiro, listening intently to his words. Being of noble birth, Tybalt had not had the kind of experience people like Hiro had. He did not get to see the world like they did, he had to learn what it was like to survive on his own, not be brought up in poverty and have survival constantly on his mind.

"Incredible, you used all of the beast you say? Is that where you got your clothing?" He asked, motioning to Hiro's attire, visually shuddering a little bit from the idea of wearing dead animal skins right off the beast. "That sounds like an incredibly difficult life, but the fact that you sit here now is a testament to the amount of drive you truly have. I'm glad your skills let you survive until now, and apparently much more. Boars and stags made good target practice from the sounds of it, comparative to flying horses, even!" He quipped, letting a laugh slip out after his joke. "Then again, I figure squirrels and birds would be much harder to hit...all the more reason to respect such marksmanship. Let me say I would not want to be on the end of your bow."

He glanced to the others, cracking a smile as he saw the merc and the cavalier leering at one another. Rising from his seat, he clapped Hiro on the shoulder and motioned to the others. "Come, let's go meet the other squad while we still have time."

Hoping the archer was following him, the mage briskly strode over to the others, placing a leg on a chair in front of him to boldly announce his arrival into the conversation with Hiro in tow.

"Hello, my new friends!" He spoke to the cavalier, mercenary, and swordsman, a bold grin on his face. "I believe I have not introduced myself. My name is Tybalt. Talented mage, noble on the rise, and easy on the eyes if I do say so myself." He proclaimed to the three. "And what fine gentlemen may I be speaking to?"


[System]
Age
22

Gender
Female

Race
Elf

Personality
Allisa seems to be the very definition of cheerfulness and friendliness. She is usually seen with a smile on her face, and doesn't hesitate to strike up a friendly conversation with people. She is also a very honest person, sometimes to the point of being brutal about it, and she is not a very good secret keeper either.

Abilities
Allisa is quite a skilled huntress. Having lived in the woods for much of her childhood, she is fully capable of using a bow and arrow to fell targets at long range. Allisa is also skilled with a dagger or two in hand to repel someone at close range.
Allisa is fully capable of stealthily hunting down targets in a forest, whether it be for food like deer and rabbits or for kill quests of dangerous beasts. She also feels most at home in a forest and will usually seek out a tree to sleep in, which certainly helps with money as there's not much need to find an inn.

Notable Equipment, Traits, etc
-Longbow and arrows: pretty standard stuff. The bow is nicely crafted, but made out of wood from the common trees, while the arrows can be bought in plenty of common weapon shops.
-Pair of daggers: Even a long range combatant may find themselves having to face an enemy in close combat, which is why these are here. Nothing really special about them, though.
-Obedient: Allisa will gladly follow any order given to her by someone she trusts, as long as the order is acceptable to her moral standards. Better be specific, though, because she tends to go above and beyond for these orders. Get some food? An entire day spent hunting down rabbits and bringing their skinned carcasses back to the person who issued the order. Make sure someone's not bothered? Drive away all people by threatening them with her bow and arrow should they get too close.

History
Allisa was born in a forest village, where she spent her entire life learning how to fend for herself. She learned much about the forest and its bounty of hidden goods, as well as the means of acquiring these goods. The migration patterns of certain animals, the edible fruits and vegetables, how to string a bow and hunt down animals, etc. Allisa was also told that she should have the ability to perform magic. However, she never really understood magic and its ways, so she quickly gave up on that idea.
As Allisa became of age, she decided to leave home. According to her parents, she was to be able to fend for herself now and earn a living for herself. After a day had passed, though, she realized that she felt... lost. She was so used to having people tell her what to do that she didnt really know what to do for herself. So, she wandered. She walked for days, stopping to rest for food and sleep, until she finally made her way to a city.
It was her first time entering a city, so all the sights and sounds were completely new to her. An adventurer found her and helped guide her through the city, making their way to the Adventurer's Guild. From there, she became an adventurer, and did her best to complete the quests she found.

Other
Most quests she does tend to be beginner quests, like find a lost pet or killing 5 or so troublesome creatures.

[User]
Nyla looked around a bit curiously as one after another began to show up asking to join the party. A pout began to form on her lips. Fearing that her admittance into the formation of the party would be over looked and she was be cast aside. Though one of the last arrivals had gotten her attention. Maybe because the girl was placing her entire attention on Nyla. She looked at the girl, maybe a bit too intently. She was often off put by horns, viewing them as something dangerous, but some reason this girls didn't bother Nyla. Nyla was beginning to feel a bit, what's an appropriate term.. Captivated. Yes, captivated just by looking at the girl. She felt herself hesitantly inches closer; Kuzie noticing and being unaffected began to tug at her hair as if to hold her back. Nyla innocently swatting at the Squirrel to cease.

Before she knew it a hulking mass of green stepped in between the two and broke Nyla's line of sight. That simple act seemed to sever the charm. Shaking her head and filling a bit dizzy she tried to process what had just happened. 'Was that girl using some kind of charm spell?' The ditsy girl tried to reason. Now that she was no longer effected she could listen to all that was going on. Apparently they all seemed intent on keeping Nyla in the party, which was welcome news. It would have been a nightmare trying to find another group. But then again there was that girl... Nyla peeked around the green man once more to look at the girl. She could feel herself getting drawn in again, but this time she quickly snapped away and hid herself behind Mr. Green once again. Shaking her head and clearing her mind of those dizzying thoughts.

[Assistant]
Smith's plan had started to crash and burn with the first of the three amigos attempting to show off his skills. She didn't particularly like being referred to as a "creature of the night", especially by such a rambunctious cretin. The demon watched as the boy threw money away, absolutely dumbfounded by what she was seeing. So not only was this kid a moron, but he was also a wasteful moron.

Smith was about to speak, but stopped herself as soon as the catboy opened his mouth. It felt as if he loved the sound of his own voice, letting out his thoughts in an endless fashion that was sure to grate on one's ears eventually. This asshole had no fucking filter. Smith refrained from interrupting him, and instead chose to let him get all of his inept comments out. And then..

"YOU HELP US OUT, YOU GET THE BOOTY."

Smith was dumbfounded, agitated, and amused all at once. She couldn't tell if this kid was a genius, or really dumb. Either way, she felt like toying with him. Apparently, this boy's name was Falsch, though Smith decided to refer to him as Catboy instead. Catboy was now on the receiving end of several glares from various adventurers. You see, when you yell a statement that essentially accuses a hot young woman of prowling for "the booty", you tend to become the subject of pure, unadulterated hatred, especially when that hot young woman is also a succubus.

The green giant had started to speak as well, but Smith was more focused on the crowd which had begun to gather around the table.

"HEY, BUDDY!" Some large man in the front of the crowd yelled at Catboy. "Whadd'ya think yur sayin' bout dis gurl 'ere? You assume she be some sorta horny monster, when she ain't done nuthin' to support dat thought. Scumbags like you make me sick." Smith watched as another, smaller man joined in.

"You guys are pathetic. Accusing her like this." The small man seemed to blame all 3 of the amigos for Catboy's words. "I bet you three were just trying to get some, yourselves, attempting to push away someone who was simply trying to protect another girl from the clutches of evil so that you could have that other girl all to yourselves. What I'm saying is, you're just defending that girl in some sick, pathetic attempt to score!" Smith almost laughed at his lack of self awareness.

"Alright boys, alright, I think they've had enough. Go back and drink your drinks, and leave these guys alone, I'll be alright." Smith gathered her thoughts as the mob went back to their own business, each man keeping at least one eye on Catboy. The succubus stood from her seat, and examined the three amigos and the cute girl from a different angle for once. She started to speak to each of them in sequence, starting with the grand moron himself.

"Are you alright? You seem to have an ego large enough to cost you money, no offense." She quickly moved on to Catboy, who was as rude as they come. "I don't think I've ever encountered someone as rude as you, but you do happen to be quite amusing." As Smith said this, she leaned in, putting her face rather close to his, while delicately caressing his chin with her hand. "I might just keep you around." She quickly moved back, her tone and mannerism instantly switching from flirty to much more judgmental and serious. "But, seriously, you need to stop judging people and assuming things so easily. Just because i'm half succubi doesn't mean i'm always thinking about sex. It's people like you that make it really hard for me to get anything done without people wanting sex out of me. People always see the succubus part of me, and never the human half. I'm just a girl. I asked her-" She quickly pointed at Nyla "to join my party because she legitimately looked capable, and I didn't really know how I felt about you three. But, now that i've seen a little more of each of you, I think I've got my idea of you three in order. That guy seems a bit crazy, a bit reckless, and a bit of a mess." She said, pointing towards Koji. "Catboy, you seem rude, but rather amusing. Not exactly sure what you can do combat-wise, but at least you wont bore me to death." And then there was the big green guy.

Smith slowly stepped towards the hulking mass of a green bard. "And you..." She playfully poked at the orc's chest with a single finger, and acted as if she was impressed by the firmness that was returned against her touch, "Ooo, nice." She stepped back and looked up at him. "You seem like a nice guy, I guess." Smith took a deep breath and walked up to Nyla.

"I'm really sorry about all of the misunderstandings. I'm not a bad person, I just can't really turn off my natural charms. Being a succubus isn't all sex and rainbows." Smith's thoughts had begun to blur together. She didn't really remember what things were honest, and which were lies. "Anyways, I should introduce myself. You can call me Smith." She reached out her hand to the cute girl who she stood in front of.

Smith's glorious plan was rudely interrupted by a loud, obnoxious demon who ran into the guild trying to goat people into taking her in to their parties. As soon as Smith got a good look at this demon, she immediately hid behind the large Orc. Beatrice knew her. This girl was, for lack of a better word, one of Beatrice's past demons.

No, no, no! The past no longer mattered. Smith was no longer Beatrice. Still, that girl would know Smith's face as that of Beatrice, and would immediately shatter the image that she had created for herself.

"Okay, I'm definitely good with partying with all of you, but whatever you do, do not, and I repeat, DO NOT let that demon join our party. There are very few people in this world who have egos so large that any other traits or skills they would otherwise have are completely useless. That girl is the epitome of uselessly egotistical." Even if Smith had seen even slightly ingenuine before, this moment threw all of that out the window. She was clearly serious with her disdain for Elysia.

[User]
Koji's internal worries quickly turned to indignation as he was all at once ridiculed, mocked, and reprimanded. What, could they not see that he clearly had the skill to back up his claims?
Even IF that was sheer luck just now...

But that last comment from a bystander really... IRKED him. And, honestly? While the man in green and the girl from earlier were perfectly fine with him, the other two... Well, needless to say, their first impressions weren't exactly the most helpful. After all, how could insulting the future leader of the group lead to anything GOOD? Even he had that much common sense!

"...Hrmph. Well, before I can address any of your issues, I must turn in my contract! Leave me at peace as I mull this over, else I make a choice that ruins us all equally!"

Pulling his mask over his face to hide it, Koji moved to hand in the paperwork at the front desk, almost beginning another one of his usual dialogues before someone entered and cleared their throat... Quite loudly. Half annoyed at being interrupted AGAIN for no good reason, Koji silently thanked the receptionist instead of launching into another lengthy spiel before turning to face the source of the interruption. What he was met with, however, was beyond what he could have imagined.

Someone with a sense of grandeur almost as big as his own! Truly, this must have been a fate ordained by the gods! After all, who could understand him better than someone cut from the same cloth? Completely ignoring the annoying demon woman who had chosen to off him just a few moments earlier, Koji, his face now much less red, approached the self-proclaimed summoner with a smile on his face.

"If I may, madam, but surely you may find such an invitation from one such as I! Yes, I know the pain of being ignored as you have far too well, so I shall extend my hand in aid. Let this be my request to you, from whom I know naught but a name; join me in my journey across these perilous lands!"

[Assistant]
Allisa was unsure about what to do now that the shopkeeper was demanding compensation for damaged goods. Allisa didn't mean to break her wares, even if it was already broken. The swordswoman seemed to "fix" her "broken" object and began to argue about it. Allisa merely placed the broken knife back onto the table and flipped open her pouch where she placed her spending money. She then took out a small handful of coins and began counting them, then placed them in a neat pile on the table.

"Here you go. I hope that's enough," Allisa said, then she ran off into the Adventurer's Guild. Allisa was smart enough to realize that the items that shopkeeper was selling were just pieces of trash and junk, but she felt a bit sorry for the poor girl. It seemed like if that was all she was doing to earn a living, she must not have been earning very much. Allisa then realized that she had forgotten why she came to the Adventurer's Guild in the first place. It took a few moments of thinking, but Allisa eventually remembered; it was to turn in that kill quest she had done earlier.

Once she had collected her reward, Allisa then began to head over to the quest board to get another job. As she did so, Allisa noticed quite the commotion nearby. A number of people had gathered, but what made them really stand out was how different they all seemed to be from each other. Allisa had noticed them just in time to see one of them, a human from the looks of it, making some grandstanding speech that Allisa could barely understand. Something about... an invitation, and a journey, or something like that. In any case, it didn't seem to concern Allisa, and she continued on to look at the quest board.


[System]
Age: 23
Height: 5 ft 5
Weight: 150 lbs.
Allegiance: 'Hope'
Distinguishing Traits: Iris has a scar on her left hand, located on the wrist which was gained a few years back. No other scars but due to her pale skin Iris tends to bruise easily. Personality wise she is quite head strong, stubborn and isn't afraid to voice her opinion. Although she has light blue eyes in contrast to her fair skin in certain lights her eyes can be mistaken for grey.

Short Bio: Growing up in Aspiria sounded wonderful and it was if you were on the upper side. Iris however had grown up with her father on the rougher side, the commoner side of the city where you lived within your means. If you couldn't afford dinner well you wouldn't have dinner, it was as simple as that. It didn't really matter to her though because she had a loving family, her father worked hard day in and out and her mother kept the house maintained and food in their stomachs and it worked for them.
It all had changed when her mother fell ill and sadly passed away not long after. She had outright refused to use their money on medicine that would help her, and she was a stubborn woman a trait Iris had inherited. That death however sparked a rebellion, it fuelled her father's courage who gathered as many men, women and even teens that was willing to fight. He called it hope, hope for those wanting that better life.

Years had passed with many strikes; fights and a war had started between the two. Neither side wanted to relent, and her father Regis was focused on bringing down the hierarchy. His intentions had been pure at the start but since he was considered the leader of this rebellion, he had become accustomed to the ease of everything. Food on the table, weapons and money all donated to this cause and it fed his greed. He hungered for more, but no one knew that side. Not yet.

Now he had raised his daughter following his beliefs, ensuring that she bore just as much hatred for the higher ups as he did. He constantly twisted and manipulated her mind making her mother a martyr, ensuring that she believed it was their fault and that they had killed her mother and as Iris knew nothing else, she was left to believe such stories. Now being a young adult, she had trained herself to fight in this war, she could use a gun if needed but she much preferred being stealthy favouring a dagger. Using her size to her advantage and her skills in stealth she often gained information as leverage, but she had yet to kill someone, she had yet to have blood on her hands.

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[User]
Hearing the enthusiasm as he volunteered to take a look she didn't get her hopes up, she knew how hard medicine was to come by and it was highly unlikely Maisie had anymore seeing as they had already taken her painkillers. Opening her eyes to take a glance at what he was doing she could only assume that there had been no medicine in the backpack as now he was drumming his fingers against his knee. "It's fine, the fever will break on its own. We don't need medicine." Offering a smile as she shifted on the sofa trying to make herself comfortable.

Although her words had seemingly fallen on deaf ears because he was determined to find something to help by the looks of his actions. Watching as he left to search the bathroom, she felt herself sigh, finally letting her guard down as she couldn't keep up the act that she was fine. That was draining her enough, but it was hard not to feel guilty that it was now her fault they couldn't continue on. Great, what use have I really been to him right now? It was hard to stop the downward spiral when she hadn't truly left it. The guilt would slowly eat away at her and she knew it would plague her.

Iris was so out of it she hadn't caught the fact he had moved from the bathroom to the kitchen rummaging around for whatever he could find. A part of her wanted to sleep, she knew she would get some rest, but something didn't feel right. Sleeping in someone else's home surrounded by a dead district, it seemed ludicrous but what if they did rise from the dead like the Zombie movies. They would be surrounded with no means of escape, no means to fight especially with his injury and she could barely stand right now.

Feeling her body tremble, she was unsure on if it was because she felt cold, or she was scared. It was probably a mixture of the two, but she didn't want to focus on it. Whimpering slightly from the sofa she hated the feeling of being uncomfortable, she couldn't relax, and she was restless with everything that was going on around her. Hearing some sort of noise, she opened her eyes looking up for Cas thinking it was him, amidst the little light and her vision not being perfect she couldn't see him in the room. Narrowing her eyes as she tried to focus, she heard a quick shuffle of feet, disappearing into the distance and then she heard it. He had hurled. Cringing at the sound she could only imagine what had brought it on, perhaps he was now unwell too? Or maybe he had seen something in the house?

Not wanting to leave him alone she mustered all her strength determined to get herself off of the sofa, stumbling a few of the steps as she crashed against the wall wincing from the impact as she used it to prop herself up so she could make her way to the bathroom. Panting from the effort she blinked a few times trying to blink away the tiny black dots that had appeared as she tried not to sway on the spot, "H-Hey…" Panting out her words as she tried to continue on her path to the bathroom, "C-Cas, are you okay?"

[Assistant]
To Caspian's surprise, he didn't make it back to the living room before he ran into Iris. She was standing on her feet and looked like she was about to keel over at any second. "What are you—" he started to ask and then stopped abruptly, mortified as he realized she must have heard him in the bathroom. He had been hoping she wouldn't find out that he apparently didn't have a strong enough stomach to handle everything they had encountered in Bel Bicis. He didn't want her to think he was weak. It was kind of pathetic that all it had taken was a photograph for him to lose his breakfast though.

He was torn from his thoughts by the sound of her shaky voice. "Iris, you shouldn't be up right now," he said urgently, ignoring her question as he ushered her back over to the sofa. He didn't want to answer her, but he was also genuinely concerned about her unwillingness to rest when she was so ill. At this rate, she was just going to get worse, which meant they were going to be stuck here even longer than they would have been if she'd taken care of herself. He was more than willing to delay his return to the capital in order to help her get better, but he didn't want to be stuck in Bel Bicis for a whole week or more. The more time he spent away from his home, the more chances the rebels would have to track him down and kill him. He wouldn't be safe until he was back in the care of the royal family's security.

"Here," helping her back down on the couch while she looked unstable, he held out the blanket he'd brought from the bedroom. "I couldn't find any medicine, so we'll have to let the fever run its course. Wrap this around you and leave it there even if you feel like you're getting too hot. It'll make it easier for your body to run a high temperature without working too hard to generate heat." His father had caught fevers plenty of times because of his compromised immune system, so the prince could recite the instructions easily from memory. He could remember how much the king had complained when he sweated beneath layers of heavy blankets, while Dr. Emett had sternly encouraged him not to remove the coverings. Conserving as much energy as possible was important in breaking a fever quickly.

Leaving the blanket with her, he picked up one of the water bottles and opened the top, handing that to her as well. "Drink as much of this as you can stomach too, so you don't get dehydrated," he ordered. "I'll throw together some food for you to eat." Without waiting for her response, he picked up the backpack and brought it to the kitchen, where he'd left the canned stuff he'd found earlier. Truth be told, he had no idea how to cook. Ever since he was a kid, he'd had servants around to do the work of preparing his meals for him. So, looking over the options, he picked up one of the cans and squinted at the small-print instructions. Luckily, it seemed easy enough to make. All he had to do was heat the vegetables up in the microwave.

Deciding to go for it, he picked up the can opener and examined that next as he struggled to figure out how to use it to get inside the sealed container.


[System]
Theme:

Gender:
Male

Species:
Rat-Man (Immature)

Appearance:

(Rather than a dark brown, the fur is still a bluish-gray and his eyes are still similar but a lighter shade of brown.)

Goals:
-Discover and explore this strange world.
-Find Answers why he was summoned.
-(Bonus) Get back home.

Past Life:

Ed is determined, intelligent, kind, but is perhaps a little too trusting. This is to be expected from somebody with his position. He was born in a middle-class family in some nondescript town. Life was uneventful for most of his early life. He was doing very well in his primary and secondary education and was on his way to getting his degree. He had a good number of close friends, and his family was quite proud of him and his achievements. Life was good and his future was a bright one, and whatever hardships or problems he encountered, he faced with a positive outlook that he could overcome it. He lived with little worry until he was about 20 years old, at that point, life changed. During a pub crawl in celebration of his friend's recent graduation, a simple misunderstanding with other patrons in the pub turned into a heated argument that transformed into a violent brawl. Ed managed to hold his own during the fight, but barely had any time to react when a forceful blow with a stool hit him in the back of the head. Ed dropped like a sack of bricks and that was the end of him.

Abilities

* Alert I (1.35)
	+ -Though this skill is limited by the strength of your senses and does not sharpen your senses on its own, it allows you to become more aware of your surroundings. Without conscious effort, you will pick up on signs in your environment more easily, especially if they present some form of danger to you. Essentially this is an anti-ambush skill.
* Beast Sense II (2.95)
	+ - I (A bundle skill applying to all physical senses) - Starting skill.
	+ II (Passive sensory range increased. By actively focusing on one (1) sense, you can further increase that sense's sharpness.)
* Dynamic Eye (1.15)
	+ - A Special Vision skill, Dynamic Eye expends Stamina to allow the user to sharpen their kinetic vision. For a single instant, time seems to slow, granting better reactions against incoming attacks--especially projectiles traveling over a distance--or allowing the user to better respond to other things. At this Rank, however, no other Skill can be used in conjunction with Dynamic Eye if it is not a pre-established passive skill, such as using a buff beforehand. It uses much more Stamina than one might expect.
* Rabid Fit (2.1)
	+ - I Fly into a mindless rage, and destroy the enemy! A sudden burst of fury grants you increased strength and damage, but you'll become more vulnerable to damage yourself.
	+ - II Your rage grows in strength! Your attack power increases slightly more. While you are still extra vulnerable to damage, you gain a temporary increase to resistances for certain status effects, like Sleep or Confusion.
* Smash (1.6)
	+ - A Physical Skill that consumes Stamina instead of MP. One blunt type attack deals increased damage.
* Warcry (1.05)
	+ - A mighty battlecry that focuses all attention towards you.
* Breath Control (1.0)
	+ - I Through cardiovascular exercise and breathing techniques, the efficiency of your lungs has increased. You can hold your breath for longer, and breathe more steadily even under great effort or stress. Stamina usage for most physical Skills is reduced for one minute after this Skill is used. If this skill is used after a battle, Stamina restoration is sped up for one minute.
* Harder (1.0)
	+ - Clenched muscles or hardened flesh can be an effective shield--your base defensive stats increase! By gaining at least one rank in Faster, Stronger, and Better, Skill Synergy will occur to increase the rank of Physical Conditioning.
* Faster (1.1)
	+ - Your base physical speed is increased! By gaining the skills Harder, Better, and Stronger, Skill Synergy will occur and you will gain one rank of Physical Conditioning.
* Stronger (2.725)
	+ - Your base physical strength is increased. Gaining: Harder, Better, and Faster, to gain 1 rank of Physical Conditioning.
	+ - II Further increase your base physical strength.
* Muffle (2.45)
	+ - I Sneaking is easier and you are harder to detect while sneaking.
	+ - II You are now even more effective at remaining unseen passively. Activating this skill by using Stamina will noticeably reduce, but not eliminate, the sounds of your movement.
* Use Light Equipment (--)
	+ - You can use small tools, and lighter forms of armor, weaponry, and other items.
* Use Medium Equipment (--)
	+ - Use equipment that, by comparison to your own body, could be considered medium in weight or size.
* Dexterous (1.55)
	+ - Your practice with fine manipulation and using your fore-paws, as well as the natural physical strength of a Dire Rat, has earned an unusual skill for your species! Your paws can now be used to manipulate small objects and tools, though you still aren't strong enough yet to "wield" weapons or pick up very large things.
* Monster Analysis (1.7)
	+ - Gain basic biological information about a monster by actively observing it.
* Magic Analysis (1.0)
	+ - You may now analyze magical energies or objects to learn their most basic magical characteristics. Less effective on Materials and Monsters unless they are magical in nature.
* Overwork (1.55)
	+ - Push through, break the limit, and--probably need a nap later. Expend Stamina to increase physical abilities. At this Rank, skill auto-cancels when Stamina is empty.
* Mental Resistance (1.1)
	+ - Take less damage from Psychic-type spells or skills, and have a better chance of resisting mind-altering effects such as Confusion or Hypnosis. This counts as an Elemental resistance for the purposes of Magic Resistance.
* Focus (1.0)
	+ - By spending at least 30 seconds focusing before using an offensive Skill or Spell, you can increase its damage or range. At this rank, it is comparable to increasing the power by one rank (eg Mana Orb I to Mana Orb II) while also increasing the MP cost by half again (spend 1.5x Mana Orb I's cost)
* Mana Strike (1.0)
	+ - I Infuse a physical attack with non-elemental Magic to increase its damage. The attack's physical type of damage is unaffected, but Magic damage is simply added. Thus a creature with Slash Resistance would still take the Magic Damage if this Skill were used with a sword. Like Mana Orb, this technique is malleable and often a starting point for other forms of enchanting skills.
* Point Strike (1.0)
	+ - I With a discerning eye, take aim at an opponent's weak point and concentrate your own power into a single point of attack. Slightly increase the power of any attack, and gain an increased chance for a Critical Hit. Using this Skill in conjunction with other attack Skills, however, may cause it to lose effectiveness.
* Strengthen (1.0)
	+ - I Using magical energy channeled through your muscles, temporarily increase your base physical strength! Though it consumes more mana than many other beginner spells, its boost is equivalent to the passive skill Stronger I. At this Rank, this skill lasts roughly one minute.

<UNUSABLE SKILLS>
* Material Analysis (0.6)
* Tremor Sense (0.05)
* Telepathy (0.2)
* Mana Shape (0.8)
* Shield (0.5)
* Mana Shell (0.5)
* Soil Manipulation (0.7)
* Crafting (0.8)
* First Aid (0.1)
* Meditate (0.5)
* People Sense (0.4)
* Plant Analysis (0.2)
* Swift Swimmer (0.4)
* Charm (0.05)
* Repel (0.025)
* Stealth Kill (0.3)
* Blunt Resistance (0.1)
* Prehensile Tail (0.6)
* Minor Heal (0.05)
* Iron Gullet (0.4)
* Taming (0.2)
* Suppress Presence (0.6)
* Inspire (0.3)
* Pierce Resistance (0.2)
* Double Skill (0.1)
* Deception (0.3)
* Lucid Dream (0.2)
* Stone Shot (0.05)
* Mana Sense (0.1)
* Flame Aura (0.1)
* Guidance (0.2)
* Intimidation (0.2)
* Charisma (0.3)
* Slash (0.1)
* Cleave (0.2)
* Blood Drain (0.1)
* Spiritual Awareness (0.1)
* Sensory Resistance (0.1)
* Fire Resistance (0.05)

<UNUSABLE SKILLS>

Transformations:
Dire Rat >>> Rat-Man

Inventory:
-Gnarled Stick
-Vine Belt (Contains Items)

[User]
Mourningstar
Cosmos@CriticalHit@Gardevoiran

A little bit away from the bonfire Mourningstar suddenly stopped, prompting everyone else to stop as well. "Alright here's the deal. I have no idea how many monsters are at the bonfire nor do I know if any of them are from Earth. So here's the plan." Mourningstar floated over to a nearby mana crystal and snapped off as big of a piece as she could with her Lesser Force, floating back to the group as she thought out her plan. She didn't want to kill anyone from Earth, however all the other monsters were fair game. Unless they were intelligent enough to surrender. Mourningstar didn't plan on killing someone who was surrendering, that would be fucked up. So she needed to let the monsters know that if they plan on fighting her, they would die. She also needed to back up her threat, so everyone else was going to have to set up in strategic points in case a battle broke out. Ok, plan formed.

"Alright. So Oberon, I need you to cast Shield on me just in case things go south. I'm going to float to the bonfire by myself and begin my grand recruitment speech, hopefully convincing anyone from Earth to join us. Everyone else is going to sneak around and try to flank the monsters from different sides. When I give the signal, we all attack at once. Anyone have anything to add?" As she explained her full plan she lifted the crystal up and down in an attempt to train her Lesser Force, kinda like lifting a dumbbell. Maybe it works that way? Who knows, magic is weird. She also used Magic Analysis on her Lesser Force while she did so to see if it even did anything.

[Assistant]
@Bishop
Remembering to pay more attention to his surroundings after the last two times he zoned out Danny arrived at the herbs without further trouble, though unknown to him the wisp he was determined to help had also made his way to the patch of healing plants and was in no mood to let anything approach him. He pulled out one of the plants with lesser force and hoped the spell didn't have a time limit.

Just as he was about to head back to the crystals where he believed Lorek still was, he spotted the injured Wisp. Even not knowing the full extent of the other Wisp's anger, he decided not to approach him carelessly. He had been hurt by other souled monsters after all and they didn't really know each other, so it would make sense if he didn't fully trust Danny. "Don't worry, I have a healing herb for you." Only after he said that did he notice that the other Wisp looked to be in much better shape then before.

Abilities:
* Mana Orb: a simple blast of magic. At the moment it only does as much damage as a strong punch on average, unless the enemy is weak to magic. As it gets stronger it becomes a generic, non elemental energy blast.
* Lesser Force: like telekinesis, but only at arm's length, and it isn't very strong. A Wisp could use it to pick up food, but not to throw a heavy rock, for example.
* Levitation: allows the user to float about three feet off the ground continuously. To rise higher requires effort equivalent to physical climbing, and the Speed is never faster than a brisk walk

Transformations:

Inventory:

[User]
Reoth

On the Hunt(D2)

Reoth's shot struck true, hitting the pixie square in the back and weighing its wings down enough to force it to land. For some reason, though, he felt as though his attack didn't quite do all it could. Despite that thought, he began coming out from the rock to attack the little thing, only for it to notice him and start running as fast as its little legs could carry it.

However, with his spit still weighing it down, the pixie was slow. As soon as it started running, Reoth used a large rock behind him to propel himself forward with some extra starting speed. Dashing as fast as he could, he quickly made the distance between him and his prey. When close enough, he'd pull his head back a bit before snapping it forward, head tilted sideways with mouth agape. His intent was to snap his mouth shut on the pixie, the plan being to immediately kill it or at least catch it between his teeth.

[Assistant]
Ed barely flinched or lost focus when the fanged lizard tried to struggle free from his jaws. Its attempts of escape only gave him more reason to apply more pressure into the bite. Ed was getting used to the feeling of taking a life. He wasn't even sure if the monsters he had attacked and mercilessly slayed were previously human. The thought in itself disturbed Ed deeply...but also sent tingles down his spine. He kept his gaze on the lifeless body of the fanged lizard for a couple seconds before something immediately forced its way into his thoughts.

'What the living hell?' Was the only thought Ed had the time to think of before he saw the slime crush the dying dire rat before absorbing it into his mass. The slime had grown much larger than the young dire rat and it seemed to loom before him even from the distance. The slime was not in prime condition though, the lizard's poison was doing its job well, and the slime was getting closer and closer to death's door. Great is the weapon that cuts on its own. Even if the slime was weakened, Ed kept his eyes close on the slime and kept his ears open to the slightest sound; his entire being ready to counter and react if the slime did anything. He could wait for the poison to kill, or at the least weaken, the slime but kept his guard up. He was angry, not foolish. When the time is right, when the slime makes a mistake. Ed would make sure it would be its last.


[System]
Species: Human

Gender: Female

Age: 34

Nationality: Outreman, previously citizen of Angjusk

Occupation: Deputy head of department - Cradle Research & Development

Cybernetics:
* Cradle quick-access implant - Allows access to and from the Cradle environment without additional hardware. This advanced module also reduces fatigue caused by the process, allowing power users multiple entries in a single day.
* Tier 7c 'Cradle Builder' suite - Grants access to the programs created specifically for 'terraforming' the Cradle. Tier 7 out of 20 allows Freyr to auto-build a variety of specialised equipment and propose-build mid level structures.
* Ilyes Brand communication and productivity module - Standard implant for access to Outremer's communications network. Also integrates with many well known productivity tools like a personal assistant, as well as more bespoke scientific tools.

Backstory:
Freyr was born on Angjusk, an older colony than Outremer that was renowned for its military materiel, particularly star ships.

Her mother was an innovations tsar assigned by the government to a consortium of the planet's largest ship manufacturers. During most of Freyr's childhood, her mother's sole task was making sure Angjusk battle fleets were the best money could buy in the Diaspora.

Before she was born, her father owned and operated a series of protein farms across Angjusk. After a chance encounter at a lobby meeting, he was headhunted to co-ordinate the military industrial complex's entire food supply chain. He also met his future wife, as it was Freyr's mother who had recommended him for the job on that fateful day in the lobby.

Freyr was born five years later. Her early life was a whirlwind of schooling, snatches of intimacy with her parents (when they weren't busy) and extended periods with friends. She discovered a natural capacity for learning and excelled in her studies. So much so that she received offers from universities across the Diaspora to come and develop with them.

Her mother and father both pressured her to consider diplomas like Interplanetary Relations or Agrarian Policy. However Freyr was not interested in pursuing a career in politics. Angjusk has been involved in at least a dozen small conflicts since Freyr had been born. She had seen how politicians would destroy entire cultures for the sake of influence, and wanted none of it.

In her first act of defiance, Freyr accepted a position at a school in Babylon, the main city of a far away frontier colony called Outremer. Driven more by the desire to have time away from her planet than by the subjects on offer, she researched what Outremer was known for. It was here that she first discovered the object powering this section of the Diaspora - the Cradle.

She quickly became obsessed with its untapped potential and seemingly unknowable past. She decided to pursue Xenobiology and Machine Intelligence as her subjects of interest, voraciously consuming the knowledge gathered so far on the Cradle.

It was here at the university that she met her future partner, David, who was studying art history. Isolated from her family and friends, alone on a strange planet, Freyr was glad of his unassuming company and kindness. They grew very close over the course of their degrees, and moved in together after graduation. Their daughter Amy was born a few years later.

After Uni, Freyr was picked up by an Outremer administration outreach team and placed in a government career fast lane. Her obsession with the Cradle made her an obvious choice for the Cradle Research & Development department. Once there, she quickly proved herself capable. Several breakthroughs in her first five years meant she was allowed to hand select a team of dynamic young individuals to help pursue her work. A couple more catapulted her into a deputy head of department role, to the ire of some of it's older and more entrenched members.

It was on her 34th birthday that the Cradle abducted her family. It had been acting strangely for weeks prior, rolling back years of terraforming. Freyr had been working round the clock to figure out why, practically living at her field office by the Border. David had bought sweet treats and had Amy with her.

What can only be described as creatures emerged from beyond the Border and overran the camp. A panic spread through the mostly unarmed workers, leading many to flee for their lives. Freyr's last memory of her family was being propelled across the camp by one of the creatures. She could only watch from her position immobile on the floor as they carried off her husband and little girl.

Security forces conducted a sweep of the immediate area beyond the Border, but found no sign of them. So Freyr began looking by herself as soon as her broken bones were reconstructed. Months went by. Her work stopped and her mental health deteriorated. Eventually she was placed on sick leave and her access revoked, after she attempted to use her influence to organise an armed excursion deep into the uncontrolled zone.

[User]
Freyr's apprehension grew as they scaled another set of stairs towards the top floor. The whole building felt like it was raring to get up and move on its own; a low hum vibrated the inside of her head like they were underwater.

The stairwell was pitch black, so she relied heavily on her suit's night vision to see where she was going. She could just make out scattered debris and bloodstains on the steps in front of her. Freyr focused on breathing in and out, trying to remain level-headed. They'd made it this far, hadn't they? In no small part due to her armed escort. She was grateful to them, even if they scared her too sometimes.

The next floor was also full of operations workspace. They fanned out slightly. Freyr rushed over to one of the blood stained GCHQ staffers as soon as she spotted them. Their sallow complexion shone with sweat in the flickering light of the monitors in front of them. "Hey, can you hear me?" Freyr asked, peeling back her suit visor so they could see her face.

"It's alright, we're going to get you some help, we…"

Freyr's voice tailed off when she noticed what was on screen. It looked like camera footage from someone's eyes, looking at an angry but elegantly dressed woman shouting at them from across a wide kitchen table. Sound trickled out of the console's speakers, which Freyr strained to hear.

"What are you doing? That's my gun! What is this?" The woman pointed to something off screen. The camera panned until a man with white hair and olive skin appeared, holding a pistol upside down by the trigger guard with his pinkie.

"You're a potential suicide risk." the man said, apologetically.

"How did you find that?!" The woman shouted at him. She turned to the camera. "How did he find that?!"

"Selene." another woman's voice warned, from behind the camera.

"No! No! Okay! This meeting's now over! I want you both out of here, right now!"

Freyr looked up, blinking to clear her rapidly blurring eyesight. The pressure in her head was getting really uncomfortable. Meeting rooms branched off from this wide street, and the usual conference tables were juxtaposed with strange scenes, all viewed as though eyes or imagined inside someone's head. Lurid colours seemed to generate their own light in the darkness.

"Selene…"

"No! He has been snooping around my house!"

Doctor Shearing, I want to sign off here today! I want to let you get on that starship! But you have gotta help us out! I need to know that you are calm and safe before I leave here, and I need to know that you understand the rules before you go to Earth. Please, just…please, sit down. And let us get through our questions."

The woman looked torn, for a moment. Freyr wiped her eyes, leaning in. Finally, they responded. "Okay." The elegant woman headed to the chair at the head of the kitchen table, that the camera woman had gestured. The camera looked at Gene and nodded.

Connie reached over and grabbed the GCHQ staffer out of their chair with one arm. The monitors all went black. "Wait...moving them might-" Freyr mumbled.

Connie gave the unresponsive person a hard slap across the face. Instead of waking up, they crumpled to the floor.

[Assistant]
Sharing a mind as they did, Vreta and Rhia also shared the discomfort of whatever was happening around them. It was not quite what he would describe as a headache, though it was no more comfortable than that. His mind was "busy", like he was constantly in intense thought, but was not experiencing any of the thoughts himself. What Rhia felt was even more bizarre, without even considering what the group as a whole was witnessing.

The Human staffers were alive, but quite clearly incapacitated. None of them even acknowledged the team as they moved through the building. Freyr was the one who stopped to try and help one of them, but they were no more responsive even with interacted with directly. The scene that played out on the monitors looked and felt like some of the memories that had been forced into their own mind. It perhaps could have been one of the staffer's own memories, displayed for all to see, for reasons Vreta did not understand. The distinguishing features of one of the Humans in the memory looked an awful lot like one of the Humans who had joined them, Gene. Was the woman just projecting what she saw around her onto the memory, or had he actually been present for it? Regardless, Connie's attempt to move the staffer did not seem to help. As for the memory itself, Vreta did not have the context to truly understand its meaning, but this woman had clearly gone through something taxing to her mental health, and perhaps something relating to the Human homeworld.

"We…need to keep moving." Vreta finally remarked. "We can't afford the delay. Maybe once we get to our objective, we'll be able to help all these people at once?"

Unfortunately, no matter which direction they went, they would not be able to avoid the bizarre occurrences around them. As they started to pass one nearby room, Vreta's eye caught something even he could not ignore through the glass. It was a memory, like the staffer's, though not one that was as "clear." It was also not one of the Humans'. The scene played out with just a few people and objects projected from the memory itself, while all of the office's furniture was still visible, but ignored.

There was a Rothian, medical gantry in the middle of the room, slightly phased into an office table on the far end. Strangely, it was not a Rothian on the gantry, but rather a Rothian security droid. Quite an old model, by appearances. Slowly, the droid sat up, while a male Rothian looked on taking notes. He looked like he was speaking, but strangely, the words they heard were muffled and mostly indistinct. With some direction from the Rothian, the droid held out one hand towards a device next to the gantry, though its focus seemed elsewhere. When its hand drew close enough, the device delivered a small electric shock to one of its fingers, and unlike a normal droid, its hand actually recoiled on reflex. There were more muffled words from the Rothian observing that grew louder and louder until, finally, they came in clearly.

"Agent! Are you listening? I understand this is a lot at once, but it's important that I know how it feels." He said firmly.

The droid looked down at its hand, clenching and opening it a few times. "Like it's mine."


[System]
* Gender: Female
* Race: Cosain Elf
* Appearance: A young elf maiden, with a short stature of around 154 cm. Her hair is an ethereal silver, and she has light skin and green eyes.
* Bio: The child of a pair of elven guardians of high standing in Tamaln, Seelay's childhood was spent as a daughter of nobility. At the same time, her parents were quite insistent on instilling a sense of duty into her. She may have been their cherished daughter, but they wanted her to grow up to be a fine guardian of the forest. And so, her regular training was both to hone her skills and to grow a strong sense of purpose within her. Seelay took her training readily, proving to surpass her own father in skill when he was her and demonstrating a buried capacity with magic, to the surprise of her family. Needless to say, her pride swelled as her skills developed. But so to did her sense of duty, as her parents were successful in their endeavors. They had raised a stern, serious, and prideful girl.

As she grew older, it was only natural she would begin to take on duties as a defender of Tamaln. Why else would she train, and continue to train, if not for this reason? Perhaps born of the way she was raised, Seelay desires to be patted on the head praised for her efforts, as such combined with her dutiful nature this pushed her to pursue greater and greater efforts. Her dedication to her duties, her desire for praise, and her pride would always spur her onwards.

As a result, when Seelay was instructed to investigate the attack on Dawn, she did not hesitate in the least. She would demonstrate her skills once more, and get to the bottom of what had occurred without issue. Perhaps she could do without the observer that was sent along with her(in fact she could definitely do without her) but that would not stop her from completing her duties.
* Goals:
	+ Assist in rebuilding, as it is the proper thing to do.
	+ Discover why the Elder Beast attacked Dawn, completing her duty.
* Skills:
	+ Ancestral Scion:The fey created the Elves with a specific purpose in mind - to protect, and constantly learn in order to do that. As such, they instilled the Elves with a specific ability to call upon their ancestors. Most often it simply takes the form as some sort of sixth sense to make the supernaturally good at some skill, rarer some elves earn particular favor of an ancestor spirit and it manifests to protect them. Even rarer, though all are capable of it - is the Leargas. A skill that turns a living elf into an Incarnation of every single ancestor.
	+ Magic Lineage: Born with the blood of elven druids running through her veins, Seelay has far greater capacity in magic then most of her kin. She has not followed in their footsteps, however. Rather, she has honed her magical capability in regards to the appilication of applying magical effects to her weaponry. The application of mystical energies to her arrows or the edge of her sword is a common use, as well as increasing the impact of each arrow loosed.
	+ Bow and Blade: Extensive training in the usage of a longbow and a curved elven sword. Seelay may be young for an elf at seventy years of age, but this still allows her to have training equivalent to nearly the entire average human lifespan. As a result, her capabilities can easily be seen as superhuman. While she lacks considerable physical power, much of her skill lies in agility and precision. In addition to the span of her training, Seelay can be considered to have taken to her training outstandingly well. All of this comes together to result in a combatant of considerable skill.
* Inventory: A number of hunting and food supplies. Much of the food was acquired by her hunting and fishing. Additionally, she carries a longbow, arrows, a curved sword, and a dagger. Each of these weapons are of fine make. Finally, she is accompanied by a diminutive fey companion by the name of Sionna, whom she considers the least useful piece of equipment she has access to.

[User]
Nylah

LESS TALK MORE DUST AND YAKETY SAX

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"How am I supposed to know it isn't coming for us next anyway! Both of you hang oooooooooooonnnnnnnnn!!!"

No time to use magic. No way to hold some kind of weapon. Looking back for a second allowed her to see the glimpse of the giant...lizard?! Chameleon??? Whatever it was, the image of how it looked was burned into her mind by the raw panic. Truly a visage of predatory death it was. With all of this in mind, the Mothraki in her desperation began to emit as much of her species' {Enthralling Dust} as she could, even shaking her wings along the way to kick off as much as she could. This whilst clinging to the stretcher for dear life as she looked forward and it zoomed like a blazing hot rocket across the terrain and toward the village. She would push herself to the bone to make this thing zoom faster than the gods themselves if she had to.

The {Enthralling Dust} would hopefully help the problem, rather than make it worse. Then again, shouting something else in desperation was also a thing, as she would do in the following seconds-

"Oh gods of this world, please help us move faster so we don't dieeeeeeee!!!"

Was there a deity over winter snow? Or maybe a death deity would help, that'd be nice to give a prayer of thanks for later. Maybe Delphiti would help expedite their journey in safety, as that would perhaps be amusing for her? Nylah had no idea, and didn't expect the loud and desperate call out for help to do anything. Then again, the gods were fickle and could do a lot of things for amusement or whatever. Or simply not do anything at all.

Either way the hope to not get eaten and maybe drug up the pursuer was high as Nylah continued to push her magic and self to the furthest extent to keep the stretcher safely zooming along at mach speeds.

This@Rune_Alchemist

-Herbs/Herbalism Knowledge: Kyr Reed acted as a sort of coagulant as well as sedative. Made people calmer…not particularly useful for treating frostbite on its own, but it was useful for staunching bleeding or injuries. Could be crushed into a paste with a variety of other things to achieve various effects. Wind-Leaf acted as more of a stimulant. When properly mixed with Kyr Reed it made salves and healing poultices good for bolstering the immune system and promoting natural healing. Coral Moss and Slug mucus were a bit harder to find, since the slugs only could be found in shallow water during the day, with Coral Moss being found in damp sea caves off the coast near the Goddess Spear. Slug Mucus was good for making topical salves for alleviating pain, while Coral Moss, when exposed to certain other substances actually heated itself to temperatures good for gentle rewarming of frost-bitten areas.

-{Enthralling Dust} (Racial): Mothraki produce a potent pollen like dust upon their wings. Merely by existing they spread this where they go, though it's mostly harmless if not inhaled in large quantities. Causes hallucinations and dulls one's senses. As one may expect, people tend to frown upon this sort of thing.

-{Journeyman Light Magic}: A magic encompassing pure light and illumination, ranging from harmless orbs to light up one's path all the way up to rays/beams of light as attacks to even light barriers and other light constructs such as swords and spears and shields and so forth. A versatile magic that does not call upon the fire of the sun, but does have its myriad uses and capabilities.

-{Novice Herbalist}: Non-magical practices of a healer, ranging from identifying or figuring out the use of new herbs and recognizing familiar ones, to making things like certain poultices and healing-based alchemy/potion-making, to how to handle wounds/injuries and such using these things.

-{Herbalist's Bag}: A simple leather bag with a well-built shoulder strap, that is filled with a good number of many types of herbs, a good amount of bandages, and finally tools to make tonics, poultices, and potions alongside a scare few pre-prepared ones that are within the bag itself. She usually wears it around most of the time.

-{Small Knife}: A gift from her mother, made with a smoothed-out bone handle and treated with certain oils, mainly used to help cut things like vines and plants when out collecting herbs and so forth. Also a very niche emergency self-defense tool.

-{Food}: A small pouch sitting on her opposite hip that contains a few strips of preserved game meat and a few dried edible herbs from the local area. Not much in amount, since it was meant to be snacks for heading into the woods to gather herbs before 'that' happened.

-{Wristband}: A simple little bracelet made of pretty stones dyed in various colors, carefully having had a hole made through each, sitting on a band made of twisted and treated leather strips. Worn on her left wrist and given as a gift to her by her mother. How long it took to acquire or even make is unknown.

-{Cuteness}: She is a definitely cute moth girl. This is inherent to her existence. Yes.

[Assistant]
Crypts of Dawn

Spelunking

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The town's gravedigger was quite... strange, to say the least. Gideon has met Chiralta before, and is familiar with their strange mannerisms. This, however, was definitely different from what he us used to. Gideon could only dread what her 'friends' are like. At least the presence of the dead didn't sway him too much.

Still, Achel does raise a genuine concern. Bodies going missing would not be terribly good for the morale of the people. If it was anyone that understood that the dead should be respected, it surely was the Raam. After all, it is imperative that any deceased Raam would have their body delivered to Grams' great temple. It was because of this, too, that Gideon had felt a sense of urgency in accomplishing this task.

"Unforgivable." Gideon had uttered in regards to the corpse thief.

The facility they were in, however, did pique Gideon's interest to a degree. It was far larger than any normal crypt... perhaps it, too, is a relic of the past? If much of it remained sealed and unexplored, perhaps something else had come out of it and is responsible for the stealing of the bodies? Or maybe the thief had entrenched themself in the 'sealed' portions of the crypt under Achel's spidery nose, doing well to avoid her webs and living deep within the catacombs.

Whatever it was, it was clear to Gideon that he should investigate this 'seal,' and perhaps the rest of this unexplored crypt.

"Very well... show me to where the sealed parts of the crypts are." Gideon stated, as he began his venture deeper into the facility.

"Ah, you wouldn't happen to have a torch or lantern perchance, do you?"