[System]
Personality
The first thing most people notice about her is that Ria tries to always be courteous and cheerful, loving to be around people almost as much as she likes wide open spaces and anything shiny or brightly colored. A fan of anything upbeat, she can often be seen dancing or heard singing (usually both) out by the shore and around town, and generally moves with a skip in her step. She's generally reliable, and cares deeply for those in her guild, and those that in her town in general, and will do anything for them. She doesn't like to see people upset and will often go out of her way to try to cheer someone up.

She often seems like a bit of a ditz - forgetful, aloof, and perhaps even a bit naive. There are still simple things that are common sense to others she often overlooks - like privacy, personal space, and basic decency; some see it as her ditzy ways, but it's more the childish naivety of not understanding other people may have different comfort levels than her, and her desperate desire to be around others. While not everyone gains automatic trust, if she sees someone she trusts trusting someone else - she'll be quick to trust that person. It can be easy to manipulate her, a soft word and a bit of kindness goes a long way, especially if presented options where one choice is clearly going to be best for more.

Appearance
Relatively petite by nature, Ria stands at only 5'3" and is often underestimated despite having a well toned physique, mostly because her muscle tone doesn't equal muscle mass. She only has slight curves, with a modest bust not terribly pronounced without help from clothing choices. Short layers of purple hair is still growing out, and currently reaches her chin; she tends to keep it messy (some of that a lack of remembering to brush it without one of the others in the guild reminding her) and her bangs are just long enough to brush into her eyes if she doesn't pin them up with a clip.

One of the most noticeable features on her is the heterochromia of her eyes - one eye is blue, and the other is purple. Following that, a few scars scattered around her body - including a sizable one from right shoulder to left hip across her back and a 7" long one across her right thigh - which are often seen thanks to her typically 'less is more' approach to clothing. She likes clothes and dressing up, but prefers dressing in short skirts/dresses and "yoga pants"/"bike shorts" matched to boots or flats, and monochromatic tops in a variety of styles and colors that tend to show off her figure (though the fact her clothing preferences show off her figure is purely by coincidence as she feels those clothes are more comfortable than others she's worn.) She loves jewelry, often dawning multiple shiny or colorful bracelets and rings and earrings whether they match what she's wearing or not, but refuses to wear any kind of necklace or choker.

"We are who we choose to be. Not what someone else made us."

| N a m e: |
Astoria Ocenade
| Alias|Nicknames|Titles: |
Ria
Siren
Wavebreaker
| G e n d e r: |
Female
| A g e: |
17
| R a n k: |
B
| Guild Membership Status: |
Ria joined the guild when it was formed, and has no intentions of leaving any time soon. She loves being a part of it, and wouldn't know what to do if it stopped being around.
| Guild Seal Location: |
Directly over her heart, blue
| History: |
Ria actually isn't sure what her last name really is. She was found by the Sea Dragon Cormenila when she was a toddler and the name full name she goes by is how she pronounced it all those years ago. Cormenila, despite the rumors of being a terror and thus causing the village Ria was born in to evacuate, was not as such. At least, not toward her. He was quite pleased the townspeople deserted, as he had been looking for a quiet place to live out his many long years left, but that solitude was not something he was awarded. He heard a strange sound and investigated only to discover a small child that instantly connected with him. He treated her well, initially more as a pet than anything else, but overtime grew more fond of her. From the beginning he saw a magical aptitude in her, and when she was a bit older he began to nurture it.

The fact he'd started training her proved to be his only saving grace when they were attacked by a dark guild. Yes, he was a dragon, but the years of taking care of the human made him distracted when she was getting overwhelmed by the fight. He'd made up his mind when he first started training her in the ways of a dragon slayer, and convinced her that now was the time to take on the full power of a dragon. Ria rushed through the ritual to take his power into herself, to defeat the dark mages he hadn't, but she wasn't able to handle taking on the power and continue fighting. In her weakened state, she was captured - taken prisoner by the dark guild rather than killed - because as they saw it she was young and would be easy to manipulate to do what they wanted.

For the first few months, she spent the majority of her time caged up in solitude for several failed attempts to escape whenever she was allowed out of "her room". Eventually, she was outfitted with a power restricting collar, and without her magic to back up her fight to be free, she stopped trying. It was shortly after, she was taken outside the base for the first time. Power restrictor removed, they convinced her the best way to earn freedom was to help - to use her power to destroy. She'd refused at first, and lives with the repercussions of that refusal on her conscious every day. By the end of the first year, she had become docile, the perfectly obedient pet - a weapon easily wielded by the guild's leader - she might have if Cormenila hadn't found her curiosity and magic intriguing those years ago, even without the need of a collar. Each job ate at her soul, though, even with all the training she'd undergone to obey her orders. Even Cormenila hadn't used his power to destroy towns, murder innocent people - not that she knew of anyways. The duality of these things - the influence of the guild/her inner dragon and what she'd been taught by her dragon father - combated within her for six long years.

That all ended when the guild was destroyed. They'd released her to fight on their side, but she knew deep in her soul it was wrong. She'd fought the intruder anyways, quietly pleading for him to just leave instead of what she thought was sure to happen. She'd lost her fight, but was spared the same fate as the rest of her guild. She came too shortly after the leader - the last of the members left alive - was killed; she nearly shut down. Her dragon was gone. Her master, who had shown her kindness despite asking her to do such horrible things, was dead. She had no purpose, no direction. With nowhere else to go and no one else to turn to, she followed the mage that had shown her mercy, and - in the process - freed her.

Since joining Winter's Blade, Ria avoids talking about the last seven years of her life. When asked about her life before Winter's Blade, she focuses on talking about her dragon father and what he taught her so it may seem to many in the guild like she has only recently become a dragon slayer.
| Magic: |
Still working on controlling her inner dragon, Ria is a user of Sea Dragon Slayer Magic. While this can be a powerful offensive magic like all Dragon Slayer magics can, it has supportive sides to it as well. It's these parts, she prefers to use now, focusing on buffing her allies and debuffing her enemies. With buffs, she can make herself and others more resilient to attacks and the environment around them, or empower their physical and magical strength, or even make them faster and more agile. Whereas her magic may seem to help her allies swim with the current, the debuffs are like swimming against an undertow; she can slow opponents, make them feel drained of energy (both magical and non), and can even make others feel ill.

She has even experimented with something her dragon father used to teach her - using her magic to heal someone of ailments or wounds; this latter one is still something she's working on, and only really works if she puts tons of energy into it, but she's certain she can manage to be a better back-up healer for the guild if she keeps trying at it.

Both from training with her dragon father, and the work she did for the dark guild, she is formidable as a hand to hand combatant as she has the potential to be powerful. Like all dragon slayers, if she consumes her element - water - she can be reinvigorated, and has an immunity to her element - which in her case means she can absorb oxygen from the water through her skin to allow her to swim underwater for up to three hours and can dive to depths normal humans cannot without the assistance of pressurize stabilizing equipment.

Outside of her slayer magic, she's been learning water magic from a local mage when they have time for her. This magic isn't nearly as powerful as her dragon slayer magic, but it is proving more versatile. She can use it utilitarian - such as creating bubbles of oxygen to allow others to swim underwater with her for longer periods of time - as well as restrictive to trap opponents in spheres and such of water to prohibit movement. She's learned a few offensive and defensive spells to utilize instead of her dragon slayer magic as a go-to for the start of combat and will continue with it until her instincts get the better of her.
| Strengths and Weakness: |

+Dragon Slayer
+Determined
+Sociable
+Enthusiastic

-Dragon Slayer
-Clingy
-Fears confined spaces and physical restraints (as well as neckwear) to the point of violence to avoid
-Easily distracted
| Miscs : |
Demon's Maw may be destroyed, but their dark legacy lives on; Ria doesn't like being around any discussion of the group, but nothing sours her mood more than hearing mention of a dark mage named Typhoon.
image from an internet search and photoshopped by DoomFlavored.

[User]
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A Light in the Dark
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@Grey@KiwiTime

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Staring at the job board intently, Nia's eyes roamed the few jobs that lingered. The most interesting job had been snatched up right away, and the group had long departed. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't worried, but so long as they stuck together and followed Klaus' lead, things would likely be alright. Her worry did fuel her indecision somewhat, part of her wishing she had some way of knowing how things went, another part of her subtly trying to figure out how much she still needed to make rent this month.

She could probably skirt by the month with a small amount just under budget, but there were a few things she wanted to get for her little home that required more jewels than usual. At least, that was what she told herself; her apartment was minimalist at the moment, and she tried to convince herself that she didn't need more chairs for the seating area or a nice painting to hang on the empty wall, but she couldn't help herself.

After letting out a wistful sigh, she squeezed her eyes shut and randomly snatched a page off the board. Opening her eyes, she squinted at the lucky job--one Thoronia Whitecliff was requesting aid in finding her missing son. Oh, no, this was terrible and sad and--goodness, she felt herself tearing up already. There weren't very many details on the bill, instead asking for wizards to help her out. She frowned at the page, wondering what could have happened.

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[Assistant]
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The foul stench was getting to the sea dog. To a normal person, the stench of rot and bog water could be tolerated or ignored. His large physique could only recoil into itself to avoid the foul air. Seeing his imposing figure curled up and his large, clawed hands holding a much too small, soaked in spirits handkerchief to his nose was a sight to behold. Klaus was having an absolutely miserable time in the swamp on the outskirts of Bludmach. Why did he even come to a place so far away from the sea?

The answer was responsibility. Having someone who—quite literally—joined the guild the previous day take an urgent, high-difficulty mission was a big red flag. Doing such a thing either meant you were sandbagging for most of your life or were an overconfident shmuck. The latter was always more likely. Having one of these types was bad enough, but two of them were bold enough to run headfirst into that four star quest wall. It wasn't like those elusive jobs undertaken by the greatest mages, though. Unless there was something really wrong, there was really nothing to stop people from overextending. Common sense, maybe, but nothing else.

With Eldrid raging against the runner, the sickened Klaus piped up to rebuke her.

"Oi, don't make trouble. Yer part of a guild now. Bein' a knob fucks it up for the rest o'us."

He didn't really acknowledge the fact that his passive bonus to a party's intimidation played a pretty major part in getting the poor marsh runner to cart them in the first place.


[System]
Sex: F
Age: 18
House: Utopia House. Xyz all the way, baby.

For transport, Aya likes to ride a small, one-seater vespa scooter bedecked with several lamps and mirrors, painted a nice shade of bottle green and white. What it lacks in speed it makes up for in brightness.

Duel Disk: A big, beaten up GX style duel academy disc, painted white with wood inlay. Surprisingly light on the arms, but since Aya's deck involves lots of playing around with the opponents cards she'll usually be the first to offer to take the things off and to play on a table the old-fashioned way.

Personality: Aya's just... not a fighter. She's kind of airheaded, very slow on the uptake, and already has somewhat of a reputation for being slow. There's no point in trying to sway her mind if she's set on something. She has a tendency to obsess over things, poking and prodding them with a stick until she's throughly satisfied, then drops them immediately to find the next big thing. Due to a lifetime of this kind of behavior, she's full of interesting trivia and factoids, not all of them entirely true, and is always eager to share what's on her mind to the nearest listener.

History: Aya was born to a warm, loving family, who promptly abandoned her at a doorstep and left her life, never to return. Her adoptive parents were decent enough folks, if a bit set in their ways. Aya went to school in a good neighbourhood, had a close-knit circle of friends who never made her feel too weird for being dark-skinned, and at a young, tender age of 11, was accepted into a private middle school for budding duelists. There, she took a large interest in history, pouring over the history of the game, famous duelists and duels.

During her studies, she couldn't help but notice a few things. How the outcomes of duels seemed to be at odds with how the game was played, or cards that seemed to be completely made up or misremembed, like they were describing something that didn't happen. Cards with effects that seemed to be completely wrong in games that surely must have happened, otherwise they wouldn't be written down in the history books, would they?

She ended up collecting a few of these anomalous cards. An Exodius there, a Metaion here, nothing too grand or rare, a few of these Numbers monsters that seemed so powerful and yet were never quite written down in recorded history. It became a hobby of hers, collecting odds and ends like Orichalcos Shunros or the odd Blue-eyes Alternative White Dragon, a common as muck card that seemed to only work with a card so rare that only three copies existed, all in private hands. Seemed so strange, in her eyes, how something so basic and fundamental as history could be so twisted and peculiar.

She graduated with flying colours, and was put on the shortlist to attend Saotome. Even despite the commute, and after a long and frank discussion with her parents, she made the choice and decided to come up to the foothills for a few years. It would be good for her.

Wish: Veto power over all subsequent wishes. Or, failing that, the ability to stop wishes from affecting or applying to her.

Deck:
Malefic Cyber end dragon
3x Jizukiru, the lightning strike kaiju
Dogoran, the mad flame kaiju
2x Gamaciel, the sea turtle kaiju
Kumongous, the sticky string kaiju
Radian, the multidimensional kaiju
Beast King Barbaros
2x Metaion the Timelord
2x Exodius the ultimate forbidden lord
Swordsman of revealing light
Fusiler dragon, the dual-mode beast
Gorz the emissary of darkness
Retaliating "C"
Maxx "C"

3x Interrupted Kaiju Slumber
2x Trade-in
2x Sacred sword of seven stars
2x Kyoutou waterfront
2x Terraforming
2x Twin twister
Kaiser colosseum
The kaiju files
Owner's Seal

Kaiju Capture device
Solemn Warning
Solemn Strike
Smash Hit!!!
Bottomless Trap hole

EXTRA DECK

Cyber end dragon
Number 81 Superdreadnought Rail Cannon Superior Dora
Superdreadnought Rail Cannon Gustav Max
Skypalace Gangaridai
2x Number 77 The Seven Sins
2x Number 84 Pain Gainer
Number 35 Ravenous Tarantula
Mecha Phantom Beast Dracosack
Number 11 Big eye
Red-eyes Flare metal dragon
Number 23 Lancelot, Ghost knight of the underworld
Number 38 Hope harbinger dragon Titanic Galaxy
Daigorah, the Sun-Swallower Kaiju*

[Smash Hit!!!]
Continuous trap

Once per turn, you can target 1 monster on the field, place 1 kaiju counter on this card (max. 3) and if you do, negate its effects until the end of this turn. During your end phase, if you did not put a kaiju counter on this card this turn, destroy it. During your Main Phase, except the turn this card was sent to the Graveyard: You can banish this card from your graveyard, then target up to 3 "kaiju" cards from your graveyard, shuffle them into your deck.

[Daigorah, the Sun-Swallower kaiju]
LIGHT/Fiend/3300 ATK /4000 DEF/Rank 10/Xyz/Effect

4 level 10 monsters
You can also summon this card by overlaying two "Kaiju" monsters on either side of the field. When this card is summoned this way, give it to your opponent. Once per turn, during your standby phase, remove 2 kaiju counters or activate this effect: Skip your main phase this turn. This card cannot be targeted or destroyed by card effects the turn you activate this effect. This card cannot declare an attack without removing all other monsters from your side of the field (min. 1)

[User]
"A facedown card, eh? I suppose you think yourself crafty, yes? But you have squandered your chance, for the great Marina Viktoriya Kohut is craftier still! Behold!"

Marina's duel coat ejected a card upwards, and the girl grinned as she snatched it from the air. Yes, her master plan was well and truly coming together. Soon this child would know true fear, and none would be able to save him.

"You set a monster? Then I shall set monster and a trap! Gaze upon the majestic one-upmanship that is royalty, Japonski dog!"

Fanning herself with her remaining four cards, Marina cocked her head upwards slighty to better look down on her opponent.

"I pass the turn to you."

[Assistant]
Yuta had, indeed, not been able to endure the stench and was forced to retreat a few metres back. Still, the stench was bearable at a certain distance from the girl, but lord knows how Fuubi was handling it. He stood way closer to her than Yuta did.

He was forced to abandon his chair, but that wasn't too bad. He was standing a good bit away from the action, but still in shouting distance. Yuta raised an eyebrow as he thought he heard Fuubi set one card, thinking that he may have opened badly. It happens though, right?

The weird part was when the other girl, the blonde one, did almost the exact same thing. Not only that, but did she just call out what kind of card she set? Yuta almost felt bad for the girl. She probably didn't know you could omit those details. Still, it was hard to make out anything from this distance. The visuals looked so scrambled.

"Hey, Fuubi! Show her an exciting next turn, alright? You have this in the bag!" Yuta yelled, using his hand as an improvised megaphone to have his voice carry further. This also made Yuta realize he actually forgot to catch her name, as he'd been too busy trying to keep his stomach filled to notice what she was saying. That was mighty awkward...

[User]
@Ammokkx

Fuubi blinked twice as Marina simply ended her turn. He had gotten away with his bluff. With a measly 4000 life points and one card serving as his sole defence, she had passed up the chance to fuck him up. Or had she? It was time to find out.

Fuubi was what one would call a glass cannon. He was utterly helpless against card removal and swarming, had rarely survived even a few turns when he had been an amateur. He learned how to buy turns and lead opponents to false conclusions to make up for his glaringly shit defence. But boy howdy, when Fuubi got half a chance to go on the offensive...

Fuubi's eyes widened into maniacal saucers of malevolence, back arching steeply and hair prickling like a riled cat. He drew his card so sharply that it whisked through the air, and let out a feverish exhalation of breath as he saw he had picked something good.

"YOUR STENCH HAS OFFENDED MY ANCESTORS. FOR THAT, PREPARE YOURSELF FOR THE MOST UNPLEASANT DUEL-ARU OF YOUR LIFE!! EEEAAARRRGGHH!!!"

At once Fuubi started screaming like a complete lunatic.

"I FLIP MY FACEDOWN MONSTER! Meet my favorite card... MAGICAL MERCHANT!"

If Marina didn't spring her trap, Fuubi would carry on and initiate Merchant's flip effect.

"Now I can mill cards from my deck until I draw a spell card... ARE YOU WATCHING!?WATCH CLOSER DAMN YOU!"

[Assistant]
Matt Ronwell

Matt reflexively reached out a hand to catch the brick, but the cyclist's aim was off, and it merely slammed into the window. After a moment to consider what happened Matt laughed and waved at the cyclist as he drove off. "What an interesting fellow." He said, to himself rather than anyone else and sat back down. Around him the bus erupted into a clamor of chatter and Matt sat back down. Aya had broken into hysterics, someone behind them more calmly asked if anyone was hurt, and a proper looking girl with blue eyes looked up from her book to express, quite elaborately, that it was good the brick hadn't hit, the window should be closed, and her name. Seeing as it was fairly good advice Matt returned the window to its closed state. "Well at least no one's hurt. Any who, Yukishima Ayumi-"

Wow that was a mouthful. Good thing he'd practiced Japanese names on his way as he'd figured he'd be running into quite a few, given it was Japan, so he wouldn't sound like a clumsy foreigner. "In case you missed our introductions, I'm Matt Ronwell of the Dark Magician House, this is Aya Tsukasa of Utopia House. Nice to meet someone body else from my house, though I hear that's not so uncommon." Matt turned back to Aya. "You said you use Kajus? I'm afraid I'm not my well versed in my archetypes so that doesn't help me much. Truth be told I only started playing very recently because I won my current deck in a... Game. My deck is just a big gamble, or perhaps a bunch of little gambles. Either way I came to this academy because I know very little, though I hope to learn a lot." He finished his statement cheerily. He had no doubt it would be a rocky start with him being relatively new, but what better place to learn?


[System]
Species: Growlithe
Gender: Male
Moves:
-Bite
-Roar
-Ember
-Howl

Bio: Dexter was born and raised in Frigid Peak, a small town far to the north of Allure. There was snow on the ground year-round, which made it nearly impossible to grow crops. It was a fairly successful mining town, which was a good thing, since trade was very important to keep it going. Without the ability to grow their own food, they had to constantly import food from the south. Trade caravans heading along the long, winding road that lead to the town weren't an uncommon sight.

 Dexter was the oldest of 8 pups, and as a result, was also the biggest and strongest. He would constantly pick on his younger siblings, as well as other Pokemon that happened to be smaller than him. He had several friends that would help him bully other Pokemon. Sometimes they would do harmless things, such as exploring the town's outskirts. Most of the time, though, they were up to no good. Dexter and his gang of troublemakers soon gained a bad reputation among the townsfolk.

 Eventually, the townsfolk, and even Dexter's own family got tired of him and his group causing trouble. They were all cast out of Frigid Peak, and it was made very clear that they wouldn't be allowed to come back. Dexter and his group wanted to get back at the people who had banished them from their hometown, but at the moment there was nothing they could do. Just when they were ready to give up, they stumbled upon something amazing.

 There was an abandoned outpost not too far from Frigid Peak that had a worn-out trading caravan parked nearby. Okay, it may not have been that amazing, but it gave Dex an idea. If the residents of Frigid Peak were going to treat them like bandits, then they were going to be bandits. There were plenty of supplies left at the outpost that allowed them to fix it up. They then set off in search of one of the caravans on the road to Frigid Peak.

 Their first raid was easy. There was normally nothing in the area that posed a threat, so they caught the driver completely off guard. They managed to get away with all of the supplies that the townspeople were trading. It was filled with all kinds of gemstones and ores, which they managed to sell on the black market.

 After they'd raided several more caravans, some filled with ores from the mines, and some filled with supplies that the townspeople needed, the traders were beginning to get smart. They brought bodyguards with them to fend off the Dexter's bandits, and sometimes took a different path up the mountain. There were also guild members coming after them. This made things a lot more difficult, but they managed to avoid getting caught, and most of their raids were still successful.

 Everything changed, however, when a team of guild members found the outpost that Dex's group was using as their headquarters. They waited until night to attack, and ended up catching the group of bandits completely off guard. They put up a fight, but most of them ended up getting arrested that night, including Dexter. The group of bandits disbanded after that. Dexter never saw any of them again.

 He spent several years in prison after that. He constantly got into fights, one of which resulted in a scar on his chest. The guards were douchebags. He was confined to a cell most of the time. Needless to say, he hated it there. He was forced to sit behind the bars of his cell, waiting for freedom. After what felt like decades, he was finally released.

Appearance: Dexter's fur is a lot thicker than normal due to the climate he was raised in. He also has a large scar across his chest, but it's mostly covered by his fur.
Differences: He has Howl, which he inherited from his Mightyena father.

[User]
[Bonnie]

The closet was cold, dark, and cramped, as for some reason, it seemed to be full. I continued to cower there, as the very thought that my father might know where I was right now practically paralyzed me. Thankfully, he seemed to at least ignore the rest of my team, as I could hear him saying things like "Come on, Bonnie... I just want to see my daughter again," what was weird was that he'd also say something like "You're a failure as a daughter, and as a member of your species, now, get out here and take your punishment for failure!" I supposed he was saying the nicer things just to lure me out, but I wasn't going to believe him, not after what I've witnessed. A few doors later, I hear him shout "Aha! I've found you! There's no escape now!" I panicked, and the moment he opened the door to this closet, I stunned him with a jump kick right to the face, and I even managed to use his face as a platform, jumping off of it, and away from him. He was stunned, but not from whatever pathetic damage I did to him, no he was just surprised to see me attack at all, let alone with a super-effective move... even if it didn't do much. I then run off, passing by Eralion, and Tini, who was wrapped around my father's tail for some reason, and gesture for Eralion to follow. "Come on, he won't stay stunned for very long," I say to Eralion as I start heading downstairs, to the ground level. Once there, I try to find another closet to hide in, but opening the first closet door I could find turned out to be a mistake. A skeleton, no, my mother's skeleton was hung up in there, facing the door... of course, the main reason I could tell that this was a Lopunny's skeleton, and thus, most likely my mother's was the fact that he kept the ears... that being said, the ears were subject to rot and probably smaller creatures feeding off of it. Obviously it didn't smell too great, either. I ended up just standing there, out in the open, my mouth agape, too scared to move. That was just about when I heard footsteps approaching me again... this might not end well.

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[Anthony]

Rebecca introduced her entire team as 'Team Crescendo', with the motto 'perfect to the last beat'. I held in my laughter, and noticed that Chip didn't seem to know what they were talking about. I started thinking about how I could best explain it, but, eventually, I gave up, and eventually just left it to the rest of his team, who would probably be able to describe that better than I could. Levita floated over to the mission board, and I figured I'd follow her, though, none of the missions that weren't taken were to my liking. I then hear something, in my head, as if someone was speaking telepathically to me. ..ve us, pl..se, we n..d h.lp! Kiera is ...th us! We need help! I then get directions to where this message came from. To the north, far to the north. I felt compelled to tell Josh and Matt about this, but, since Xeno was already here, I tried my best to explain "Xeno, I think I just got someone's SOS message, erm, at least, the telepathic version of one. We're heading to the north if you want to come," I then rush upstairs to the mess hall, where I assumed Josh would be if he wasn't with us at the mission board, and, I was right. He was with that Snivy, and his team, but he was there, alright. "Josh! I just received an SOS message from somewhere kinda far away. They said they're in danger, and the name Kiera came up. I don't who that is, but it sounds like they're in serious trouble... uh... whoops, sorry if I interrupted something," I then realize that he could have, and, actually was talking with the other team, and the Snivy seemed to burst out in laughter for a little bit before saying "Well, I guess I might as well help, if anything, to prove that you've gone crazy, whoever-you-are," I mumble a bit, saying "I'm Anthony, remember?" However, as if he was ignoring me, the Snivy got up from his seat, and shouted to someone else.

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[Spruce]

Josh started talking about how they were trying to find something known as the 'Orbs of Balance' or whatever, all the while I was getting my fill of the food here. He then asked if I've seen any of them, and I try to think back, though, I didn't have to think back too far, as it was yesterday, that mission with John the ungrateful jolteon. I remember seeing something vaguely orblike, and the nidoqueen who guarded the place seemed to put it at a fairly high value, calling it her 'treasure'. I then start to say "Actually, I think I-" and as if on cue, a familiar goomy barges in, and starts saying how he got some sort of telepathic SOS message from somewhere far away. I couldn't help but laugh, and say "Well, I guess I might as well help, if anything, to prove that you've gone crazy, whoever-you-are," the goomy mumbles something, and all I caught of that was "Anthony," which must have been his name. I then get up from my seat, and head to where Celes ran off to, and shout "Hey, Celes! I found something for us to do! We're helping another team with some important task, or whatever, come on!" Anthony didn't seem all too happy about this, however, and continued to mumble, though, I couldn't make out what he was saying, and something told me that he couldn't tell what he was saying either. The bidoof actually stopped eating at that point, and said "Wow... a mission with two teams helping eachother out. Can I come?" I didn't know this bidoof, but it wasn't really my decision, though, honestly, I'd rather this bidoof stay right where he was, if I remember, I outranked HIM even before I took on my first mission.

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[Nina]

I waited there, in that room, ready to surprise that team with, er, myself, I guess, but they never seemed to come. I couldn't wait all day, and I didn't want to be left out of their next mission, 'cause it would be their first mission with me as a member. Tired of waiting, I jumped off of the floor, and ran towards the boards again, hoping that they didn't go too far, yet. I pass by Anthony again, and head downstairs where I meet up with Chip, Rebecca, and Levita again. "WAIT!" I shout to them before they leave, soon after adding "You're not going to leave without your newest member, are you?" I then remember that I didn't actually introduce myself, and say "Oh, er, right, I'm Nina... and yes, this isn't the real orb of light," Chip certainly seemed excited to go, running around the team a few times just to show how excited he was, though, I guess I was pretty excited, too. There was an oddly cold air around the boards, but, then again, this guild probably had some ice types in it, so that was almost to be expected, by now. I then take a look at the mission that said Taken by: Team Crescendo. Apparently someone dropped a bunch of papers in the nearby plains, and, come to think of it, I DID see some flying around when I passed by said plains to get here, I just didn't think too much of them at the time, I mean, they were just papers, why would I? Unfortunately, they were, in fact, flying around when I saw them, so they might not be as easy to locate this time around. A thought crossed my mind that I might have wanted to ask if they'd even want me on their team, first, but I'm sure if they didn't, they'd tell me now, and I'd just have to start my own team, with some other pokemon, and achieve greatness with that team, instead.

[Assistant]
Eralion listened to what Bonnie said, before nodding and fallowing, and then seeing the inside of the closet, and staring, his stomach just wanting to barf there. He then closes the door.
"Wrong door Bonnie.... I know its hard but.... we need to move!" he says, helping Bonnie move right here and now. If only... if only he had something like a focus sash right now. Or something to be able to take a hit. That way, if her father would attack, he could use counter and hit him back hard enough to probably stun him or damage him so that they could run away faster. Though even then, it probably might not do enough damage. He continued to run, actually helping Bonnie move. They had to get away from here quickly.
"Guys come on!" he says. Lucky for those quick seeds... but a warp seed could have just finish the problem at the source for now. Where the heck was the hostage...
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Celes didn't go back to see Spruce just yet.
"One second!" she says as she continue to run, before seeing at a distance 2 silhouette, one that looked like a large round shape, and the other a fox like creature. She wanted to chase, but then she lost view of them. Celes looked down. If that was her mother... she had been chased all this time? She breath deeply. She then walked back listening to what Spruce said, and stares a bit.
"So... uhm.. sorry... what is the mission... I... kinda saw something outside, but it was gone before I got a good look at it." she then says, looking down a bit. She breath deeply. One day she would go and try to see about helping her real mother.... when they can actually stand up to... whatever is chasing her.


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

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

Finger Claws:

Curved Daggers:

Combat Outfit:

Dresses for Two Towers/Return of the King

Wing-Cloak

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[User]
"A tobacco pouch. There's dwarves in these woods." Dori spoke in a hushed voice, completely unaware that the pouch had belonged to one of them.
Bofur looked to it, then gave a slow nod. "Dwarves from the Blue Mountains, no less. This is exactly the same as mine."
Bilbo was exasperated; his head ached and his mind was a marbled mess. "Because it is yours. Do you understand? We're going round in circles. We are lost."

Fili was seconds away into falling headfirst into a curious looking swamp. The water was a peculiar color, and no good could have come from it. Thankfully, Yavanna had caught him by his cloak. At first, he was alarmed, but he calmed when he saw that it was only the princess.

His vision seemed to go in and out of focus. Everything appeared tilted; the ground and sky felt as if they had changed places. Desperate for balance, he moved one hand to Yavanna's. "Kili...went this way," Fili pointed towards the swamp with his free hand, insistent that this was where his brother had gone. "I have to find him!"

Saeril kept reassuring Kili, but it seemed that the spell was very potent, even for him. Looking back, she saw Yavanna trying to get Fili to also come into focus, but these hallunications were driving them away from reality.

[Assistant]
As Balin was looking around for the path, he was muttering to himself. "I don't remember this place. None of it...none of it's familiar."

Bilbo sighed...he eventually sat down. Needing some rest...he was exhausted from all of this. He found that he was sitting near a very large spider web. Curious. He reached out and plucked it. The web vibrated. Making odd noises through out the woods. Plucking it again. Bilbo listened once more...after a few moments; he joined the company again, to keep looking for the path.

Kili shook his head, turning his head. He blinked...he saw a familiar figure in the distance. It seemed like it was his father. "Dad." Kili yelled out "Over here." in that moment, Kili had forgotten his father was long gone. He began to run towards the illusion of his father. Almost falling into a pit.

Yavanna saw Fili was about to fall in a swamp. Rushing over...luckily she reached out; grabbing him just in time. "It's okay...I got you." she reassured him. Yavanna then held his hand, and she looked down at him "Kili's safe...we don't want to go there." she told Fili, as he pointed to the swamp. "Your brother, is with your God-Mother. He's alright." she promised him.

"We're not lost...we keep heading east." Thorin said.
"But which way is east?" Another Dwarf said. "We lost the sun." When chatter broke out between the group, Thorin thought he heard he something "Enough! All of you...We're being watched!" he said looking at the company.

In the mean time, Bilbo had gotten an idea. The sun...they needed to find the sun. Walking over to a tree, he began to climb up.

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Saeril was quick to act, and stop him from falling into the pit. She pulled him back, encasing him into a hug, and rock him. "It's okay. He's not real. That wasn't real", she kept reassuring him, softly.

She rocked Kili a little to make him come to his senses before she heard something creak. Almost like a thousand legs trailing down the bark of the trees. They were slow, and they were getting close. Turning around, she found a wave of arachnids dragging the company off, until she heard a hiss in the other direction, stalking towards Fili and the princess. Sheathing one of her daggers, Saeril threw it towards the creature, piercing its head.

[Assistant]
Kili was shaking slightly "But dad...he's here...dad.." he whimpered, as Saeril rocked him slightly. Almost bringing him back to his senses.

Bilbo had climbed up high into the tree top...taking a deep breath of fresh air. When he was up top. Seeing the beautiful butterflies...he chuckled lightly. He saw the sun. "I see a river...a lake...the mountain. We're getting close...I know which way to go." he called down...but no answer. "Hello?!" he called out. He saw something moving in the trees..but no one answered. Ducking his head down, he tried to see if he could spot something. But saw nothing...about to climb down. His foot caught on a piece of web and he fell through the tree top...landing in a spider web. Bilbo groaned and then let out a yelp...as a spider lept ontop and began to wrap him up into a cocoon.

Yavanna heard the odd movements, glancing around. She saw the giant Spiders of Mirkwood...and she stiffened on her spot. Terrified. Not on purpose...but Yavanna had a deep fear of Spiders. They terrified her. A scream left her lips...as she saw the large creature drop dead in front of her and Fili..after Saeril threw her dagger. Her scream seemed to echo through the woods. Yavanna was trembling. And then something grabbed her from behind...making her let out another scream. Another spider, began to wrap her up into a cocoon dragging her off.

Bilbo was dazed...when he woke up. He could see a giant spider above him. The spider was getting ready to eat him. But his sword stuck up through the cocoon...piercing the Spider's chest...few times. The spider shrieked...before falling through the tree...dead.


[System]
Age: 17
Height: 6'3 ft
Weight: 175 lbs
Year: Freshman

Personality: In short, exactly the kind of person you'd expect to bring a knife to a fistfight. Scary isn't the kind of guy that values "fair-play" and "an honest day's work" and will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals. That said, he is far from heartless and would sooner die than betray a friend. In the end, he'll probably reluctantly stand up for his morals... whatever they are.

Fighting Style: Scary lives for cheap shots. At the start of a confrontation, one can reasonably assume that he has a small police-station's supply of weaponry on his person. Every fight is a battle between his flash showman's instincts and the tacit knowledge that the powers that be would be less than thrilled at the prospect of a contestant pulling a butterfly knife out of his shoe mid-fight. Cheap shots are the name of his game 9 times out of 10, though he's not above just tranqing them from halfway across the field if he thinks he can get away with it. Even without sneaking something into the ring, Scary is still better off confusing and distracting his opponents than facing them head on.

Martial Arts: A sort of bastardized ninjutsu, with a slight Fencing edge in the hidden blade department and a working knowledge of basic modern military hand to hand if the need arises.

History: A military brat, Farley Scary was born and raised in Melbourne, Australia. From day one, he held his father on a pedastle, a symbol of bravery. After all, the old man had the courage to enter the UK Special Forces! Much as Farley loved the thrill of combat however, he knew he'd rather have the glory and money of arena combat than a career on the front. That in mind, he developed a flashy (not to mention possibly cheating-oriented) set of moves and left for the academy (despite both parents encouraging him to pursue any other career).

Dreams and Fears:

In a lot of ways, Farley is a simple man. He wants money. He wants fame. He wants friends, even if his rather prickly demeanor would indicate otherwise. Given that his entire life thus far has been learning a style that allows his wits and dexterity to overcome his wiry frame and lack of stamina. He wants to be the very best, but only if doing so gets him cash and an expensive engraved trophy.

He resents being called a cheater, seeing his use of pepper spray, rubber bullets and shoe blades as a way of compensating for his stamina (which, as previously mentioned, is laughable), as legitimate as any other fighting style. Or at least, that's the defense he uses. How much of it he actually believes is up for debate.

He is also deathly afraid of beetles.

[User]
Daichi was one of the very many freshman walking through the front gates, with wide eyes and anticipation. Daichi didn't walk with anyone, all of his friends weren't fighters by any means so weren't going to Shinjuku Academy. Unlike most of the freshman around him, Daichi was excited. He could fight opponents he would never have the chance to if he hadn't have come here, and more so, he can prove himself, as long as he can make it. Daichi walked over to an empty bench to quickly check his bag. Boxing gloves, check. Photo of mum and dad, check. Toiletries, check. Shirt patch, check... shirt patch? Daichi pulled out the silver stripe. Crap! He suddenly realised it wasn't on his shirt so he quickly affixed it onto his right sleeve using the Velcro. Much better. Daichi smiled at his foolery, he didn't want to be embarrassed on the first day. His uniform was pure black, which he liked, it was the colour of his vest when he was boxing.

Daichi began walking again through the front gates. The school itself was very imposing, let alone what was to come, however, Daichi saw that it was full of opportunity for him. He can make new friends, and hopefully his room mate was nice enough too. Daichi followed all of the other freshman as they probably had a better idea of where to go than he did. The initiation week would probably be one of the toughest weeks he'll face at this school, but he would have to endure. Hopefully, the ceremony should be good. At least, Daichi hoped so. Either way, Daichi made his way to the auditorium where his first steps at Shinjuku would begin.

[Assistant]
"I always have this dream.... I'm flying through the sky in a propeller plane, an endless sea of clouds stretches below me. Everything is peaceful... but suddenly flashes of light cross my cockpit. Behind me is another plane, shooting. I weave and dive to avoid him, desperately trying to gain the upper hand, but it never works. He's always on my tail. It always ends the same...

I flip my plane to get on his tail, but there he is, right there, gun only meters away from my cockpit....

Then blackness..."

Avis thought of her dream... her nightmare that had haunted her ever since she moved in with her uncle. She thought on what it could mean as she fell to the floor of Shinjuku Academy.

"Get the fuck up dumb bitch. You think you can sneak past initiation week by transferring into the junior class!?" Avis had arrived early to get her room in order and have some time to map out the school. She wasn't expecting to be suddenly punched without warning by her peers. "You think that you can just... just skip what we had to endure!? Well, it seems me and my friends here are gonna catch you up on two years of beat downs!" As Avis attempted to get up, she felt a foot slam into her stomach, the wind being knocked out of her. "I SAID STAND UP!"

Avis slowly got to her feet, as she did, she focused her mind at the current problem. "Alright, there is five of them and one of me... they are definitely all brawn with no brains... most likely the rest of this school is... and are incredibly violent. Probably have some serious fighting experience under their belt... options are limited to say the least!" she noticed her folder on the floor and an idea began to form. An escape plan of sorts that may or may not work, but a plan nonetheless. Avis bent over and picked up her folder, the aggressor waiting for her response, wanting to show that any attempt of fighting him was for naught.

Yes, he and the others wanted to prove their seniority over this transfer student. Show her what the real pecking order of this school is, and that she was scum. They wanted to-

"Wah?"

WHAM!

A folder full of papers flew into the air at the center man, giving Avis enough of a distraction to slam him in the face with her palm, easily breaking his nose. As he fell, she darted past the four others, still shocked at what just happened. It didn't take long for the group to give chase. "YOU BITCH! YOU WILL PAY FOR THAT! YOU WILL PAY!"

Running at full speed, Avis sped down the hallways zipping past classrooms before exiting the school into the court yard. A large crowd of freshman were crossing, heading towards the auditorium. Glancing behind, she noticed that group was practically throwing freshmen out of their way to get to her, barreling towards her. "God dammit. This place is fucking crazy!" she cursed to herself as she continued running.

[User]
Vlad had just finished his morning run. As he took off the weighted gloves the strong odor hit him like a back-handed slap. "Goddamn, this things smell like culo 'e viejo." He threw them off to the side, planning to pick them up and wash them later. But before any of that happened he had to wash himself, as he too smelled like culo 'e viejo. And he couldn't let that be the first impression the freshmen got off him. He had to be clean, fresh, respectable.

After a quick shower, Vlad changed into something a little more formal but still comfortable (and with almost no effect on his mobility). Short-sleeved guayabera "Close enough, they won't notice the difference. Also, it's pretty damn hot in here.". Single-gold-barred stitched patch on his right arm. Sleeveless undershirt beneath it. Short drawstring pants. Canvas loafers. Vlad stood in front of a mirror, stared at himself, and felt pleased with his attire. "That's classy, Vlad. Very classy."

Within a couple of minutes the announcement came out of the speakers: "--ditorium for the freshmen initiation ceremony in thirty minutes. "

Vlad walked to the auditorium (every time he thought or spoke the word auditorium, that old Elton John song would pass through his mind), and on his way saw some girl being chased. "Doing good so far. Don't. Get. Involved.", and so he kept going his way, doing his best to ignore the hostile athmosphere and anxious freshmen.

[Assistant]
Xu was on a walk admiring the school. He always like it here, the scenery had a calming affect that seemed to work on all the fired up souls that came here to fight. He was walking up to a tree when he heard the announcement. This school always had a formal way of doing things before the craziness started and this year, Xu refused not to get on it. He was a very quiet freshman last year who did not say much, kept to him self and only every fought when necessary. But now it was time for some changes, friends would be made and rivals would be found this year.

Xu needed to make the most out of his time here and being a loner won't help at all. With that thought he started his way over to the auditorium.
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Christina had been standing there for a while checking her phone, waiting for the time to finally come when the bells would ring and hell's gates would open. When they did Huang had this look of pain and displeasure on his face. He turned and started to address the room starting with her

"Christy-kun, have you prepared a speech for this ceremony?"

"Yes, I wrote it just to you specifications." She said this to him with a chuckle to the annoyed look on his face. She did not consider them friends, only because she could never tell have the time, but Christina had a great respect for Huang. She was here when he took down the old student president. She did not care why he did it but it had shocked her along with the rest, and was one of the only reasons she challenged the old VP.

"Oh and try to be nice, they are only freshmen, you always give them that "look". Just try to crack a smile." She said as she handed him the speech.

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Mordecai Igins stood in front of Shinjuku Academy, adorned in his new schools uniform and his large travel bag under his right arm "...This is Shinjuku Academy, huh." his emotionless expression he always wore at present. his blue blue swayed in the wind as he gently took the first steps into the the academy, where for the 3 couple of year he would hone his Martial arts skills and hopefully pick up new styles of fighting along the way. He was the other freshmen along the way, but didn't bother to speak to them for even acknowledge them. The Kuudere wandered into the academy without making any contact with anyone. Mainly for the reason.

He didn't know how to speak Japanese, anyone that would try to speak to him would only get a blank stare at them. Of course his mother, being full Japanese had given him a notebook on how to behave in the land of the rising sun, along with a few sentences. in his other free hand was a note to all students to meet in the hall for the opening ceremony. "That should be easy, first find the directory and then make my way there." he muttered. The blue haired boy causally made his way inside before seeing a large board with various building shapes and legends..trouble was. It was all in Japaneses. "For the love of god..." he placed his head against the board as cursed. as he looked up again he saw a small start on top of a building. "I'll take me chances and head there." As he was talking to himself he hear various yelling to his right. he spotted a girl running from other students.

"......" shrugging to himself he went the opposite way. He would try to avoid as much contact as possible.

[Assistant]
"I'll see the world, I said. It'll be life changing, I told them!" the lanky, almost anorexic-looking blonde man mumbled under his breath "Thank god I got this opportunity, now I get to wake up at 2 AM in a motel that smells like cat piss to go wait for an hour at an abandoned bus stop!" The man's voice rose to just below a shout. "Because Christ knows, I want to walk across a fuckin' city before the crack of dawn because the public transportation around here can't be bothered to put up some goddamn maintenance notices."

He was now screaming.

Two hours and stern talking to by a passerby on the subject of early morning pedestrian etiquette later, the man had found himself at the gates of his destination: the prestigious Shinjuku Academy.

At 5:30 AM.

Several hours later, Scary woke with a start. He had fallen asleep on a bench shortly after ariving and slept through the arrival of the plurality of the student body.

It was the announcement on the loudspeakers that wrenched him from dreamland, sending his body spasming off of the bench and onto the ground. Still barely conscious by the time the announcement had concluded, Scary couldn't react as a foot planted itself square in the center of his face. It was fairly light, but hit with the force of someone running at top speed. The offending feet had already dashed away before Scary could fully register the event.

Of course, before he could stand up and compose himself, a notably heavier foot going at found itself a delightful spot in the middle of his gut.

Scary wasn't wide awake yet, but his nervous system was online. Reflexively, without thinking, he slipped a stun-gun out of his shirt sleeve and jammed the sparking weapon into the shin to which the oppressively weighted foot presumably belonged.


[System]
Age: 26

Race: Human

Job: Magus

Description:

Even for a human, Artos is farly average in body type. A bit on the tall side, he is also fairly toned from daily training. His eyes and hair are not hereditary, as his parents eyes were artic blue and they both had honey colored hair. His eyes are a deep scarlet red because of a mutation from his frequent dabbing and poring of ancient and forbidden tomes and his hair had become dabbed in an ivory white, a small price to pay as Artos claims.

His armor is fairly lightweight, allowing him to move and cast spells at will and not hinder his agility. The armor itself is self-enchanted, though it's fairly weak. He mainly uses a longsword he lovingly called 'Red Trinity' due to the red embellishments on the hilt and scabbard.

While most of his time is spent on reading and studying ancient tomes, he trains in mastering his weapon, 'Crimson Trinity' and spends the rest on training Martial prowess, though not particularly advanced, he could hold his own. He's still particularly young, his knowledge in the ancient arts, while intensive, is not very deep. He is still learning, although at a very fast pace.

Biography:
Born under the Raulyn household, the household was viewed as slightly prestigious but fairly normal. His parents were both Magus, something which Artos was not privy to. Artos' birth was not planned for, but they still took care of him deeply. He was somewhat neglected due to his parents pouring time into learning the secrets of the tomes, though Artos didn't particularly mind as his parents did still love him and he was naturally independent.

His childhood consisted of fights, with children who bullied him and then being rewarded with a nice fist marked shape on said bullies' faces. He had a natural affinity for fighting and love for it, his battle sense is extraordinary being able to make up strategy before the fight, and tactics during the fights. He had fought three brothers of said bullies, who were taller than him and had managed to win, albeit barely. His parents always tried to reprimand him, but they found that the bullies would usually instigate the fights, making them try and talk to said bullies parents, although they were thick headed.

At the ripe age of 14, the day was normal with the birds chirping, the ray of sun penetrating through and the sound of fists colliding with skin. The bullies were trying to pick on Artos, to which he delivered swift retribution. After the last bully was on his knees, begging for him to stop, Artos let him go with a swift kick, he trudged home. The journey home was as serene as it could be, he was lost in thought until the smell of smoke penetrated his nose. In the far distance, his household was dancing in a pool of orange and red, it was on fire.

Running as fast as his legs could carry him, he arrived at the estate, only to find his parents fighting something. The only thing Artos could distinctively recognize was his elongated ears, it was an elf, drow, high elf, Artos didn't know. All he knew was that both his parents, who were both strong magus, though Artos didn't know, was being overpowered by this figure. Bolts of light and the clashing of blades resounded through the burning building, and before he knew it, both his parents fell. They had been overwhelmed, and the figure ran his blade through his father, and soon his mother too. The figure was smiling the whole time, he looked at Artos with a sardonic grin that would haunt him, and said something about him becoming stronger so that he could 'devour' him and then began to strut away.

Rushing to his parents, and through tears, his dragged both of them outside the building. The debris almost caught Artos but through tenacity he had managed to dodge. His parents were still alive, though they were at deaths door. His Mother and Father were placed side by side, through hacking coughs that resulted in blood spewing out his mouth, his father had confessed that they were attacked by 'The Devour', one who hunts Magus'. Artos had no idea what he was talking about or what was going on, hugging his parents, saying that they were going to be okay. Only to be met with a sad smile, and tears they claimed that he should train and become a better Magus than them. He said that there was a secret room, inside their shed, and all the ancient tomes and texts were in there. The mother then mentions that his Uncle would come and care for him, and also train him. Artos was still confused, being handed a key and a piece of paper. Then they were... gone.

Artos was devastated, he was sitting next to them for hours after their deaths, he decided to bury them next to their own beloved homes. A few more hours passed, and there were two mounds of dirt and pseudo-gravemarkers. Still raining tears, he said a short prayer before toughening up and punching himself. He looked for the shed and after more hours, he finally found it, it was well hidden to the point where 'The Devour' missed it. Placing the odd shaped key in and with a large click, the 'door' moves aside and revealed a deep basement. The torches lit up one by one. Stepping down one by one, the humidity was overflowing. Using the wall as a crutch to go down, finally arriving at the bottom the slight hum of magic hit his ears. Squinting his eyes, adjusting to the darkness, he noticed what was basically a library and on the corner was armor and a sword that he would use.

Grabbing an old dusty tome, Artos had begun reading and at first it confused him to no end, but he didn't care, after more hours his uncle had arrived, and with stoic eyes he knew what had happened as his parents did exclaim that someone was watching them and had sent him a message before hand. He tightly hugged Artos, who had begun crying again. After hours of talking, his Uncle, Adrian Raulyn would take care of him. Adrian was very understanding and lenient, and he himself was trained in the art of the sword, a master even. They had decided to live somewhere close, so as to be close to the ancient tomes.

Years and years of training and reading had made Artos very powerful, though not as strong as 'The Devour' yet. At the age of 21, his uncle had passed away, peacefully and serene, unlike his parents death. Though Artos mourned, he mourned with a light heart, knowing his Uncle, Adrian had left life peacefully... unlike his parents. Setting of to secluded training and poring of ancient tomes, his mind was dead set on avenging his parents.

Reaching the age of 26, he had expended all the tomes and secrets and set out to travel the world to look for more of the hidden tomes.

Demeanor/Attitude:
Chaotic Good

Artos is a so called perfectionist, not being able to leave something unless he understands the intricacies of it. He is kind and tries to help out people when he can, his helping nature was something from his parents, though Artos doesn't notice. He is a bit of a battle fanatic, trying to fare his skills with against any people who are willing and strong. He has a natural sense of battle, creating strategies before hand and tactics during the stress of battle. He is also fiercely independent, growing up with the lone-wolf mindset and it has stuck ever since.

He has a strong distrust of any being with elongated ears, Elves, High Elves, Drows and anything similar. He also will show slight hatred for them, even though he himself knows that not all of them are as evil and maniacal as the ones who killed his parents. This stems from his childhood, an incident that has since been his drive.

His main mission is to find 'The Devour', and will not rest until he has found justice.
His secondary mission is to find tomes of old and power, and finding other individuals who are magus' to trade secrets and knowledge.

Other:
Since he needs to spend hours reading and reading, he has grown to like reading.
He plays the Lute to himself sometimes when he is deeply thinking.
He prefers to self-cook.

The tomes he had read so far are numerous and number alot. Including but not limited to;
~Tome of Sanabits, an ancient tome transcribed by the greatest healers of Eons long past.
Status: Badly burnt, over 95% is unreadable thanks to a fire.

~Book of Elementum, ancient tome found by his parents, transcribed by the greatest Magus' of the past.
Status: Fully readable and learnt. Learned elemental spells.

~Tome of Auguriis, another ancient tome containing enchanters of old greatest techniques.
Status: Hard to grasp, but he managed to grab the essentials, he's still getting around to it. Managed to enchant his armor, can enchant others.

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Drizzak

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The smaller goblin sat on the step of the wagon as his mutagen finally wore off. His nice new skull adornment had been stolen right off of his head, rather painfully and now he let out a sigh as his draconic, ogre-like physique faded, looking down as his club-handed arms shrunk down to skinny claws once more, shedding of their scales like bark falling from a tree. Pale and ashen once again, a stark remind of his goblin heritage. His low mood quickly faded as he began to mix up another batch of his vile chemicals. The familiar firelight glowed from the vials as he packed them into his costume once more, as he donned it from where it had been thrown into the wagon when the short gnoll slaughter had finished.

The small goblin scratched at his side, now his chipper draconic self again. For a while he stared at the others in the party, seemingly unfazed by the previous floating sphere that had sailed past them. Was it above his understanding, or was he just too headstrong to care? Did he honestly believe himself able to dominate such an unearthly force? Truly his thoughts were an enigma to even himself. Such a ponderous wonder he was. A beast to be admired. Revered, even.

Drizzak scratched at his behind and let out a loud belch before speaking in the same high-pitched shriek.

"Drizzak wish big ball left dogmans. Drizzak hungry. He burn them good enough for eats. What waste."

[Assistant]
Hugh was a little taken back by her sudden flight. He reached out his hand, "Wa-" He interrupted himself, bringing his hand back in, "Okay." His expression looked as though he felt a little guilty that he had done something wrong. He overheard Ellis's teasing. His face suddenly felt flushed and he brought a hand up to his face, rubbing around his eyes. After hearing Vivian saying they had yet to share a bedroll, Hugh cleared his throat, feeling a little embarrassed at the whole conversation. "Okay then, too much commentary from the peanut gallery for the day." He said waving them off.

He listened to Ellis and Vivian speak of what they were after, the whole chalice and treasure stuff. Hugh thought of how much he had changed, since long ago becoming a paladin. Now he did things to provide a living for himself, with a good amount of danger and excitement. The promise of a great reward, enemies numerous, danger around every corner. You had to be a little insane to take this up as a living.

The reasons why Hugh was no longer a paladin were numerous. He had shut himself off from the rest of the world, choosing a simple life, leaving his paladin life behind when the tribe adopted him. He didn't want anything to do with being world police, anymore. All that he wanted was a simple existence, but even that was taken away, forcing him to become a wanderer, taking up questing to make a living. Mercenary alone was enough to make him an ex-paladin.

Hugh simply walked alongside the wagon, observing that Sana had run up ahead. He wasn't particularly sure if he could just walk up to her at this moment. She seemed like she wanted to be alone for on the little scouting mission. He felt kind of stupid at the moment, but simply walked to the back of the wagon and put on the rest of his gear, including strapping his warhammer to his back. Then he headed towards the front of the wagon.

"Hey Sana, I can scout with you!" He said yelling up ahead, figuring that regardless it would not really be very good if someone was scouting alone.

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Sana kept an eye out before them, chuckling to herself slightly as what their new companion had said. At least he had a sense of humor. To what Ellis had said, it took everything in her not to turn around and snap out of pure embarrassment. Gulping she had kept moving to take a scouting position figuring that it was better than to confront the hafling. He seemed to like to tease, yelling wouldn't stop that.

 When Hugh called out to her, she swallowed hard and took a deep breath before waving him over to her. She had a moment to calm down and compose herself as it were and felt she had been reading far too much into his simple action. Sana wasn't exactly young, in human years, but Hugh was definitely her senior and she thought now, having a moment to reflect, that he was probably just acting as a parent or older sibling may have to her outburst. Trying to give a little comfort to a tense situation. At least that is what she tried to convince herself of.

[Assistant]
Tagged; Everyone in the party,

Sana said another retort, and it did ring some truth and merit. Wariness is a good trait, and before he could reply she ran off. Walking behind the wagon, his thoughts were wrapped around his outburst, I wonder why I was outraged to that degree. he thought, pondering to himself. Before he knew it, Ellyn was next to him and began singing a song in an unknown language, but it was soothing to the ears. Closing his eyes, a repressed memory of his younger years triggered in his head,

Artos' parents had just died a few months ago, and he was still dealing with their untimely deaths. His uncle had sent him to do a request from a personal friend, the request detailed a retrieval of an item that was rumored to be around the area. He was paired with another young Magus, a half orc, half human. She was called 'Turael', and Artos didn't really get along with her, his distrust and prejudice of orcs had gotten in the way of that. Their friendship did gradually get better over time. Long story short, the mission was successful, but Turael was captured, tortured and eventually left to die on a road. Many people passed by, and left the half orc to her demise and some even spat on the Magus as they walked by. By the time Artos found her, she was already at death's door, and with a smile she sent him off with a 'goodbye.'

His eyes slowly opening near the end of the hymn, and a single tear escaped his eye and with a sigh, he remembered why he himself is not prejudiced and biased towards any of the races. His glare had all but left, and now he went back to his relatively normal self. "Thanks, I needed that." he said towards Ellyn with a slight smile. "You can go rest in the wagon, I'm fine now." he continued after seeing her yawn. Noticing that the male elf with the pointy ears was glaring at him for some unbeknownst reason, Looks like three might be after my life, well I guess I should apologize to Hugh. So atleast I could worry about one less. he thought to himself with a sigh. Placing his tome in his pouch, he stopped Hugh in his tracks "Apologies for the outburst." he said, swiftly bowing his head, and with that he began walking away, behind the wagon again, reaching for his tome and began reading.


[System]
* Age: 22
* Gender: Male
* Race: Human
* Appearance:
* Personality: Gillian values honesty, simplicity and trust. All of which he feels are impossible to find in any sufficiently large group of people. A loner by necessity and by nature, he prefers not to speak too much, especially on matters of nobility. He can be very defensive when dealing with intimate issues (or those dealing with his condition), and as such avoids them as much as possible except with those he considers close friends. What few friends he keeps are treated to a watchfulness most attack dogs would envy and the occasional stroke of melancholic humor when he's in his more 'peppy' moments.

He is a loyal knight to his core, and believes in the mission of the Iron Rose Knights with a fervor approaching fanaticism. However, he openly dislikes the glamour in which they operate. The opulent ceremonies and the relic of a tradition for choosing their captains put more at risk than it was worth. A shiny set of armor and a parade with a beautiful young girl might make the population feel better, but it won't help the village razed by orcs while the knights sat polishing their boots and wallowing in the nostalgia of their roots. As such he can seem a bit of a hard liner when it comes to dealing with enemies of Thaln and is not known for his patience (or mercy). His tolerance for magic users is especially low, distrusting them intensely, even those trained in the Mage College.
* Brief Backstory: Gillian was born in the township of La Reine, located on the Velt-Thaln boarder just off a rarely traveled caravan trail. The only truly notable thing about it was the local superstition that a powerful witch resided in the local woods, His parents were both local hunters, trading much needed food and pelts to travelers and locals during the winter months. It was a quiet place to grow up, much of the day spent hunting or practicing with the town militia (which consisted of little more than a few men armed with make shift spears). For the first fourteen years of his life, Gillian faced few hurtles aside from the normal trials of a rural hunter and the occasional disorganized Orc warband attempting a raid.
In the fall of his fifteenth year, a small caravan accompanied by a squad of Iron Rose Knights rolled into town. Their commanding officer, Seigward Parnella, was investigating reports that the local orc bands had gone utterly quiet. The people of La Reine, Gillian included, were eager to believe the Orcs had simply vanished, removing the one few dark marks against their sequestered home. Parnella was less naïvely optimistic, ordering his squad to occupy the town. Parnella's suspicions held true and within the week the town was under siege by an impressive warband, seemingly brought together by an ambitious and skilled young Orc. The Knights, even while bolstered by the town militia, could barely hold back the attack. Being young and untrained, Gillian broke rank quickly, fleeing into the forest, seeking sanctuary in an abandoned shack deep in the heart of the forest. He soon discovered that he was followed by an orc on boarback, who hunted the boy seemingly for the pure sport of it, side swiping his prey and letting his boards tusk slowly gore the young man. After many wild helpless wings, he eventually managed to land a blow on the rider's saddle, sending the orc tumbling over the side of his awkward to the merciless hooves that awaited him below. As the Orc lay dead or dying, the cripple Gillian limped onward to the shack, still intent on hiding until the attack subsided.

Just when the shack was a blurry dot on the horizon and he could feel to his wounds edging him ever closer to death, an odd woman stepped from behind a tree branch, offering to save his life in exchange for a favor to be called on at a later date. In no condition to question her motives nor caring too deeply about them at the moment, he accepted hastily. He only had time to watch as the woman called over a lumbering antlered figure, which loomed over him for a moment before unconciounsness took him. He awoke among the smoldering remains of his village, his arm replaced with some eldritch approximation of magically grafted flesh and bone and the orc band seemingly repelled. The victory was not without cost and much of the village, Gillian's family included, lay dead at its heart. What few were left turned on him quickly, blaming the 'demon child' for the attack.
Parnella and the remaining knights quickly took charge of the situation, claiming the boy as his squire (for his safety and the safety of the villagers if their suspicions proved true). The village was soon abandoned, the remaining villagers heading north to Velt and the knights and their new ward lingered a while, hoping to find the wayward caster and undo the bargain. Though their search yeilded no witch, it gave time for the squadrons resident caster to determine the nature of the arm. A construct, forged by a demon (through some obscured or lost article of magical craft) summoned or accompanying the witch. Parnella eventually convinced the boy to move on, after nearly a week of scouring the forest for the woman, but allowed him to remain with the squadron while he searched for answers on the road. For a while he was a squire in name only, Parnella initially only intending on keeping the boy around until Gillian could be freed of the bizarre addition. However as the months began to stretch, the elder knight found himself occupying the boys time with training more and more, if only to shield him from the reality that his situation might be permanent. At the very least, this way the aging knight could provide him with a chance to do some real good. On the dawn of his eighteenth year, Parnella asked Gillian to formally join the order, to which he agreed. Soon though Parnella's age began to show and he could no longer handle the physical demands of Knighthood and was forced to retire to Thaln's capital and disband his squad. Gillian attempted to stay with his mentor, but quickly found himself chaffing under the obligations expected of a knight in polite society as well as the hesitation of some of his commanding officers who knew of his condition. Deciding he was not welcome, nor wished to stay, in the capital he has since adopted a more mercenary method of performing his knightly duties, joining with squadrons short of hands in remote regions or on jobs ranging from too trivial to suicidal in exchange for basic living expenses or information on sightings of constructs similar to his.
* Equipment:
Armor: Being fairly poor in comparison to many of the knights with who he travels, Gillian's armor is a bit of a hodge podge. While it is all well fitted, it largely consists of old leather armor, with modest amounts of chainmail and the odd piece of plate to supplement weaker areas. While it offers more mobility and reduced weight, it sadly lacks the greater amounts of protection a proper suit could afford.
 Boar Spear:  Primary weapon of choice.
 Kite Shield:  Guaranteed to probably block fatal stabbings or your blood back.
 Broadsword:  Used in conjunction with the shield for when spear is too unwieldly for the area.
 The Demon's arm:  A magical prosthetic that has taken the place of Gillian's original arm, constructed through an arcane process not as yet fully understood. Its aesthetics are dark and insectoid, black chitinous plates interconnected with ghostly blue membrane beneath. It is slightly more durable than the average arm, thanks to the natural armor, though Gillian is in no rush to test its limits. It can act as a catalyst for casting a limited number of spells, though weather this is a function included for some agenda of the witch or the whimsy of the demon who created is not clear.
* Skills:

Gillian is a capable hunter and tracker, having spent many years as a furrier in his youth. There are few Knights of the order who can track a bleeding Orc from a day old trail in the wilds of Thaln, and Gillian is one of those proud few.
Gillian works best as a support fighter, being lightly armored in comparison to many other knights. While he can handle himself in a one on one fight, he prefers to circle around opponents distracted by comrades, harassing them from a safe distance and creating opening.
Demon Arm spells Known:
  Griffe longue:  Fires a projectile of white hot energy which stabs into the target before dissipating.
 Larmes:  Places a sigil on another creature for 12 hours. Sigil oozes harmless, but highly luminescent, fluid constantly for the duration. Sigil can be removed with any commonly available method of removing minor curses.
  Le Bras du Géants:  Increases the strength of the arm itself for a few moments. He can easily crush stone in his grip while this is active. However, only the arms strength is affected. While the arm might be able to palm a large stone with no issue, he would sooner throw out his back than be able to lift it.
  Le Vrai Nom:  Allows Gillian to disguise his arm as human. Works for less than two hours a day at maximum and prevents the casting of any other spells while it is active.

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Silfern Valenthorn

Nodding in affirmative to Fannily, Silfern took position on the little captain's left flank. She kept a wary eye at the crimson spear-bearer as the apparent mercenary became increasingly serious. Silfern tightened the grip on her sword as she spread her feet apart for ease of movement. The duelist took a deep breath, her mind entering a state of extreme focus. Her eyes locking firmly on Alette as her senses began to attune solely on the spear-bearer, noting every twitch, every shift in the woman's stance, soaking up every information she can get to read and predict her movements as everything except her opponent and anything between them faded in the background. This was a dangerous gamble that would render her vulnerable to outside attacks, but something told her that she'd pay for it if she didn't commit her all against this woman.

"While I realize that this is all just a misunderstanding, I will not let you hurt our Captain."

Silfern declared calmly, her now widened eyes zeroing steadily on Alette's with a penetrating gaze.

Then, without another word, the Knight sprang into action, and in an almost inhuman burst of speed, stepped in range of the woman with one great lunge and executing a downwards diagonal slash before quickly jumping back, her sword ready to parry.

[Assistant]
Tyaethe spun around, taking stock of the battle and realising things were about to get very messy unless she intervened. That was exactly what she had been trained to do in the first place, though... what good was a defending paladin that couldn't break up a fight without striking a single blow? Her sword was big enough to work as a shield for more than one reason.

Alette's view of the captain was obscured by a looming figure in dull plate, and the incoming attacks impacted instead on a shield far more durable than the squashy mercenary would have been. The Shark wasn't being entirely trusted, either: any attempt to get at someone beyond Tyaethe would have to go through her shield, her sword, or the paladin. None of those options were going to present a clear chance of getting someone on the other side.

"STAND DOWN! That man was a traitor!"

How did she know? Simple: the bodies were several days old. They'd only received word of something happening at the fort today and had arrived to find the mercenaries still finishing off its previous occupants. So either more than one person had suddenly gotten away after days of the garrison being slowly decimated... or the mercenaries were telling the truth. But all the corpses were days old, so that wouldn't hold...

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Klaus
Klaus was about to head for the main gate till she heard an order from her captain to guard her flanks. She was a bit surprised that Alexander survived that charge, but backing away seems like a wise choice for that spear girl. She realized that the Knight on her captain's left flank was a bit too aggressive, so she readied with a more defensive stance, making sure that she got her captain well covered on the right flank.

And which man is the traitor? She got confused over that senior's command.

[Assistant]
---FORT DAELANTINE---

It was clear to Jarde that this woman was dangerous but at least reasonable. "Well, I don't want to fight. It appears we're at a misunderstanding here."

And with a loud yell from one of the knights calling for a ceasefire, Jarde hoped that would get everyone's attention and get everything straight. He wondered though as to what actually happened in the fort. The reason why the mercenaries are here was also a mystery. If they are indeed here not as the enemy, then why are they taking the fort from the attackers? Jarde hoped all these questions can get answered in a table rather than in a cell.

There was also another question in Jarde's mind. "Oh and, what's a stingray?"