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* Magical Girl Title: Magical Girl Kuroe the Writer (Also her pen name)
* Age:17
* Gender: Female
* Appearance:
* Magical Girl Appearance: In her Transformed state Shizuri wears a black suit with a cream colored vest and pink tie. Her ordinarily messy hair is done up into a ponytail and her glasses are absent entirely.
* Personality:
In the flesh Shizuri is almost terminally shy, reluctant to act around people that she knows and entirely useless around strangers. Any attention drawn to her is unwelcome and she does not readily express herself without being prompted, even around good friends.

Though the anonymity of the internet she is outgoing and opinionated. Shizuri is passionate about anything that she takes an interest in and can be driven to show her anger with a small amount of provocation. She isn't a naturally angry person but more vibrant emotions more easily rise to the top if she is caught off guard. These traits even carry through to her magical girl form. Nobody could possibly mistake shy Himura Shizuri for Kuroe the brash magical girl.
* Skills: Writing, playing and mixing music and video games.
* Abilities: With her Marker Shizuri can modify the properties of objects by writing on them and impose her will upon the world. Longer, more detailed passages have greater effects. She can change the shapes of things and even give them magical properties for a limited time.
* Tool: The Black Marker
* Brief History:
Himura Shizuri merely passed through life to this point. Her shy nature and inability to make friends meant that she made as little an impact upon those that she crossed paths with as they did upon her. The origin of this might have been her families constant moving with her fathers work and the very brief nature of any friendships early in her life.

With the absence of any other people to spend her time with, Shizuri filled her life with more solitary activities such as writing and other hobbies. Behind her online nickname Kuroe she found a way to express her thoughts and feelings without having to meet face to face with anyone.

While in her first year of high school she published her first romance novel under this same nickname. It was a success and afterone year of high school she dropped out to write full time, moving into an apartment of her own and living a life of solitude. She now publishes at an astounding rate, living out her own fantasies on the pages she writes. Beneath it all, what she possibly desires most is the ability to interact with people face to face, like those in her stories.

It is of course open knowledge that Magical Girl Kuroe and Kuroe the author are one and the same.

	+ Fairy Name: Fid
	+ Fairy Appearance: Fid is a diminutive Fairy, even among her own kind she is considered small. Fids hair is a brilliant white and what passes for her wings and even her clothing is an indistinct darkness that flows around her body like scraps of black silk with her wings coming from four small points on her back. In flight she looks like a pinprick of light followed by a rippling inky trail.
	+ Fairy Personality: Fids nature is a direct contrast to that of Shizuri. She is always outgoing and will rise to any challenge, especially anything that might directly go against Shizuri herself. Fid will poke fun at anything and any one meaning that nothing is off limits if the mood strikes her. She is in tune very intimately with Shizuri and is able to convey her feelings for her.
* Theme Song:

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Last Night

The lower edge of the girl's spear hummed as she revved the engine built into the blade. Her long purple hair drifted in the wind as she skidded across the rooftop, swinging the weapon upwards. A brilliant beam of light streaked towards her in that moment, and slammed into the weapon. With a yelp, the girl staggered backwards, her frilled outfit ragged from the sheer impact of the beam, forcing her to brace herself on the edge of the roof using her weapon.

The girl gritted her teeth.

"Why did you attack me?" a voice said from above. It was soft, and nonthreatening. But there was no real intonation, and to any listener it would appear devoid of emotion. "I did not make any attempt to harm you."

"Like hell!" snapped the girl with the spear, raising it as she did. Her hair and eyes were purple, her outfit black and red. "I don't know what you're doing, but I won't accept it. There's no way it's anything good!"

Before she could raise her spear again, another beam blazed towards her and struck her square in the chest. With a pained gasp she staggered back and hurtled over the edge of the building, plummeting into the darkness.

She landed, far below, with a thud.

"... Ow..." slowly, she got to her feet, rubbing her back and wincing as she did. "... Grr... whatever she's doing...!"

Before she could complete that thought, however, something shifted in the darkness behind her. Turning swiftly, her eyes fell on the dark shape of a large, octopus-like creature, multicolored eyes surrounding its bulbous body as thick tentacles stretched towards her. One eyebrow raised, the girl rested her spear on one shoulder.

"Can't you give me a moment to catch my breath?" she complained. One of the tentacles raised, preparing to strike.

"Fine," the girl responded, with a sigh. But then, a rather vicious grin spread across her face. "I see how it is."

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Today

The sun began to sink low in the sky.

Class had long since ended for the day, and one particular girl, one with long red hair, was still on her way home. East Umitori High School was a fairly decent building. There was a higher class high school not terribly far away, but it wasn't like East Umitori was worst place Akane had ever been to. But there was something more exciting then simply having a nice high school on the girl's mind at the moment. The possibility of there being magical girls among the female students of East Umitori was far too exciting! The other day she'd noticed that the fansites had recorded a few girls having overlapping patrol routes around the high school so that meant that at least one of them probably lived nearby and attended classes there! It was hard to help being visibly excited about such a prospect... but then Akane realized that someone might see and swiftly tried to quell her excitement. There were people nearby and all... it'd be embarrassing if she looked so excited over nothing in front of people she'd never spoken to.

Still... had she already spoken to her? What if she'd already spoken to her? What if there was more then one?! Akane could at least dismiss Nadeshiko-sempai as one of the possible magical girls...

The redheaded girl's braid swished behind her as she walked. Her mind so engrossed in the thought of potentially going to the same school as a magical girl, it took a moment for her to remember what she was doing. That's right, she was picking up some drinks from the convenience store nearby. Hopefully there weren't too many people in there... after that, she'd head home. Her mom had wanted... what was it again? Ah, why was she having trouble remembering... Maybe she should have written it down. It wouldn't do if she had to bother her mother again.

Little did she know that making sure she remembered the right drink was about to become the least of her concerns.

[Assistant]
For most students, the end of a school day was to signal the gates of freedom opening up for them, allowing the youths of the country to spend the remainder of the day however they liked. For Nadeshiko Nanako, it was essentially a reminder that her extra classes started in an hour.

Nanako had long since grown out of public displays of displeasure and frustration, making it virtually impossible to notice the reluctance in which she gathered her belongings into the schoolbag by the side of her desk, exchanging farewells with her classmates everyone filed from the classroom. A few minutes later, Nanako had stepped outside the building, walking onward with an unreadable expression.
What awaited her today was several hours worth of sewing to build her skills with mending and creating clothes, helping with the cooking to... well, improve cooking, and then studying for class the next day. None of that was particularly enjoyable to Nanako, but dwelling on it was only going to build the dread to unbearable levels.

She had a little time to herself for the moment... she'd probably stop by the convenience store for a quick snack, and then... a small smile spread across her face, deciding that maybe spending half an hour as her alter-ego would help brighten her day, if only a little.


[System]
Age: 31

Appearance: Yuri stands 5'10" and has a subtle muscular frame at 165 lbs. He tries to keep both brown hair and beard trimmed enough to avoid them getting caught in any moving machinery. His current wardrobe consists of either the coveralls and engineer's boots he wore on his former job, or a rough looking plaid flannel shirt and threadbare grey cuffed slacks that Abby fished out of the boat's Lost and Found. He promises himself to stop and pick up new clothes someday.

Skills: Until Cal gave him the added responsibility of being 1st Mate, Yuri was settling into his new post as China Doll's mechanic, a job which tended to fit him like a glove. Having demonstrated a way with tools since age 6, Yuri's entire life was a practical education in the workings of large machines, emerging into adulthood as his father's assist on the skyplex over Ezra. From there, he served as an engineer's mate aboard the NS McSorley, an ocean going vessel on New Melbourne. He can machine parts, has a passable knowledge of AI and computer systems, knows his way around reactors, and possesses a knack for engineering on the fly.

The man is terrible at cards, and it can be said that he knows enough to point the correct end of a pistol…but not much else.

Beyond the world of engineering, Yuri's passions are history and music. He has a deep affinity for jazz, and will go out of his way to catch a band in some backstreet bar.

History: Born as the second son of Pyotr and Katja Antonov, Yuri grew up in the power plants and emission generators of terraformers. His childhood was typical for a boy in these environs. He learned the hard life from hard men who lived it. His older brother Ivan taught him still darker lessons through constant bullying and sadistic pranks. At age 16, Yuri and his family were uprooted in the aftermath of Ivan's budding criminal career gone wrong. With the law on his heels, the older Antonov brother found sanctuary in the employ of crime lord Adelai Niska, a contract which eventually sucked the entire family into the spider's web. It was on Niska's skyplex that Pyotr met his death, falling into the gigantic gimbals that preserved balance. Shortly thereafter, Ivan, known as "Crow," found his demise on Regina, during a drug deal gone bad.

At his mother's urging, Yuri escaped Niska's world to forge a new future, putting his skills to work aboard the 1100 ft. long NS Eileen McSorley. There he remained for the next several years, until a powerful hurricane sent the ship to the bottom. He might have died with his crew, had it not been for China Doll and her resident AI coming to lift him out of the storm tossed sea. Nowadays, when he looks into the eyes of his shipmates, Yuri sees the people who saved his life. That knowledge makes it easy to face each day with a sense of gratitude.

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Meet and Greet, Part 2

Capital City, Osiris. Day 1

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The mule kicked as the Captain rolled it down the ramp nice and slow. Yuri, his freshly minted first mate, stood near the base of the ramp beside a woman. Only, hell, that wasn't just a woman. Cal tipped his hat back automatically, slotting the mule into park while dismounting.

After taking her in for a moment, from those scarlet red heels to that impeccable hairdo, Cal could tell a few things right and proper. The first was undeniably male, especially given those leather pants, but the second was that he could already suss a thing or two about a woman who walked toward the China Doll like that.

In his recent, hazy memory the Captain couldn't call up slighting any lovers past or present that could bear semblance to what he saw before him. Barring ex-trysts, plus the fact that she stuck out like a sore thumb what wanted to be noticed, Cal deigned purpose the driving factor singling the China Doll out among the rest. Sauntering beside his compatriot, the Captain addressed the visage before them.

"What Yuri means is, there's no ship here finer than the China Doll; especially if you're headed for Pelorum. And ya' are headed there ain'tcha, Shao Jeh...?" Captain Strand removed a cigarette from his silver case while he awaited her reply.

<Tag Yuri and Quill>

[Assistant]
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Meet and Greet, Pt 3

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Quill continued forward, aware of the eyes on her now. So much for the element of surprise. It wasn't every passenger aboard a vessel that was trained in hand-to-hand combat. Still, she could easily work around that. The galaxy was a dangerous place, after all.

Moving forward, someone caught her eye. Well, if she were being honest, multiple things caught her eye.

The first was the man with the cast. He looked like he traveled more for business than pleasure. Handsome, sure, in a rugged sort of way, though his clothing was a bit....peculiar. As she walked toward him, he greeted her. She detected the faint accent. All things pointed to this being a strong candidate for her needs.

The second was the ship itself. Quill wasn't picturing a luxury liner to take her to the resort but she definitely wasn't expecting this. She supposed that if it flew and didn't explode upon launch, that was good enough for the crew. Beggars couldn't be choosers. It looked like it was cared for, at least. And weren't those the best ships anyway?

The third, and last, was another man who came to join them. He all but screamed authority and, if she had to guess, this was the Captain. She took note of the ship's name. The China Doll. That was an interesting name, though she supposed it had stories to tell. If these two were part of the crew, she imagined the voyages it took were interesting.

She decided to greet them both. "Good day to you both. I am, indeed, looking for a passage to Pelorum. If you have room aboard your ship, I would appreciate it. I can pay, of course." She thought about sharing who she was, really, but she had to remember that she did not know these men and did not know their reason for heading to Pelorum in the first place. Could be honest workers or criminals for all she knew. But if she got a ride there, all the better.

"Going there for business and maybe some pleasure, if it can be scraped. Is that all right with you gentlemen?"

<Tag Yuri and Cal>


[System]
Age: 24

Race: Human

Appearance: Sylvia is usually mistaken for some passing bystander, and that's just fine. It helps her in her line of work. She likes to act as a cheerful, bubbly girl who couldn't possibly do any wrong… until her target ends up with a dagger in their back.

Equipment: Sylvia doesn't necessarily like to use armor, since she believes it make her conspicuous to her targets. However, she realizes that she is in a different world now, with dangerous, unknown creatures lurking behind the portals. For added protection, she bought herself a chainmail tunic she now wears under her outer garments. She changes up her clothes and disguises based on what she feels is needed most for the mission. Her weapons consist of a meticulously sharpened dagger, honed to a needle-sharp point, capable at attacking vulnerable areas.

Personality: Sylvia's act as a cheerful individual is really only a half-act. It is true that she is friendly to others, but years of killing has negated her sense of care for human life, and even if she were to make a few friends, she would harbor no sadness if they died. Still, she respects people's usefulness and utility, knowing that even she would need allies.

History: Sylvia grew up in a crime-ridden city by the name of Karadun, to the far south. At the age of eleven she had already marked up her first kill: An orphan boy who had stolen her meal. She had done it quickly and mercilessly, like it was a natural reflex. She was never caught. From then on several gangs and guilds within Karadun requested her services as an assassin, specializing as an unseen blade. One day, she killed the wrong person, and fearing retribution, was forced to flee, ending up in a strange city where magic was prominent and adventurers were common. Despite her dangerous upbringing, she studied the arcane arts on her spare time, which was few and far between. An adventurer at heart, she found that she had a chance at starting over, in this city of rifts and alternate worlds.

Guild Ranking: Wood

Misc: Sylvia has developed the use of certain spells over the years, like masking the sound of her footsteps or blending into her surroundings. She can even transform herself into certain inanimate objects, albeit for a few seconds.

Goals: Sylvia knows that she will die someday, most likely in a botched assassination or at the hands of some monster deep within the rifts. Before this happens, she wants to see and travel to as many other worlds as possible.

[User]
As she attempted to make her way to Marianne, she was constantly hindered by clan-rats that obstructed her path. Such creatures would have been a walk in the park, had she not been injured earlier. Her problems were compounded by the fatigue that settled in with every sword swing she made. Fariha may be a seasoned hunter but like most living beings, her stamina wasn't limitless.. Especially after using a chunk of magical energy for a single spell.

A scream rang out amidst the combat. Ayse. The huntress made the simple mistake of being distracted by her injured ally and the clan rat took advantage of it, thrusting his crude dagger forward. Fariha narrowly dodged the strike with a sidestep, however the blade still drew blood, making a shallow cut to her abdomen. She cursed as she cut the clan-rat's head clean off with her blade. Too many mistakes were being made in such a short period of time, and it was making the wood elf agitated. This was precisely why she preferred to work alone. Less room for error, less need to care about allies. The only person she could blame is herself.

Fariha retreated slightly as Ayse's flame consumed the area, anticipating a damaging flame since the caster was consumed with pain, but to her surprise, the flames burned away at the clan-rats and healed her wounds. The wood elf took this opportunity to retrieve her bow after noticing that Marianne seemed to be just fine on her own.

Siph's call pierced through the noise. His words causing Fariha to click her tongue in distaste. "If only I hadn't missed..", she muttered to herself as she fought her way toward her bow. As she cut down the clan-rats, in the corner of her eye she noticed that her bow was being carried away by a skaven who thought it could claim it for it's own. In a swift action, she flung her hunting dagger at the thief, the dagger lodging itself into the rat's neck. The bow clattered on the stone floor as the creature dropped dead.

Fariha pulled the dagger out of the rat's neck, it's blood pouring out as the wound was left open. Picking up her bow, she scanned the area. Most of the Skaven had fled if they weren't already dead, the Stormvermin hadn't budged, their resolve much stronger than their lesser comrades. The clan rats that remained seemed confused and lost in panic. Easy prey. If she knew where the Shaman was, he'd be dead in an instant. He's lucky that he's not in her sights... Yet.

[Assistant]
Pulling his axe free from the dead stormvermin the orc quickly turn to face the second stormverim swinging his axe at the second one. The second armor rat was warned to the orc presence by the death of its comrade it was quick to react. The rat could reflect the incoming axe swing by Gorrmar. The stormvermin quickly retaliated by jabbing at the greeskin heart hoping to end the fight there. Thankfully Gorrmar could recover in time to doge out of the jab and quickly embed his axe into the rat's neck. Suddenly the familiar flame of Sylvia engulfed his body. The greenskin grunted as the magic fire washed over him. As arcane fire burned the toxin out of the large greenskins wounds he could felt his strength returning in force. With his renewed state the orc quickly butchered the clanrats that were trying to sneak up on him.

The cries of the dwarfs drew Gorrmar drew his attention to the main battle. The orc joined with the dwavern ranks helping kill the surviving clanrats and the stormverim. As he and dwarfs were eliminating the last of the skaven he could hear Siph warn about the shaman. Hearing that the shaman is here he doubled his efforts trying to quickly finished off the surviving skaven.

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"Ah! God dammit!" Sylvia looked over to the source of her pain: Ayse, who had used her flames to burn away the poison inside her. Of course, this helped her rid the deadly venom, but there was a side effect: There had been burning flames inside her, at least for an instant, and it felt about as painful as it sounded.

"Thank you, but damn, that hurt!!" Sylvia held her wound, and besides the earlier blood, she felt no new blood flowing out. Most likely, the flames had dried up the wound in a way. Probably not enough to cauterize it, but enough to at least staunch the bleeding. She quietly recited the words to her transparency spell, and she felt the familiar lightness overtake her.

She was see-through now, nearly invisible. All around her, the battle raged on. Dwarves clashed with Skaven, hammers breaking skulls and swords piercing flesh. The sounds and stenches of battle and death filled the air, and occasionally a Skaven or Dwarf would come near her, missing her hunched silhouette.

At this point, she was really regretting getting rid of her armor earlier, but still, not getting rid of it my have gotten her impaled by that halberd, which would have been a fate much, much worse.

I suppose I'll just consider myself lucky.

She still had her dagger in her hand, in case a Skaven tried to get a stab at her. When -- if she got back, she made a mental note to buy some better armor, something more, well, stab resistant.

She felt the remnants of the rat poison coursing through her body, numbing her limbs and making them go lax. She kept hitting the back of her hand on the ground to regain feeling in them, so much that she had begun to see bruises form on her knuckles. Still, anything was better than losing the ability to fight. Once that was gone, she might as well be dead. The good thing was, however, the poison seemed to be fading. Once it did, she would be able to fight properly again. Well, if the cut on her belly was ignored.

She saw a pair of armored paws shuffle in front of her, stopping in their tracks. She looked up to see another Stormvermin, sniffing at her translucent form, turning its metal-encased head in an inquisitive way.

Well, guess I have no choice, then.

From her crouched form, Sylvia rose up quickly, attempting to stab the skaven through its vulnerable mandible. She saw its eyes widen, and at the last second, it batted away her hand. Sylvia staggered to the side, struggling to keep her form. However, her limbs were reacting slowly, sluggishly, like they were under water.

And I have your bastard halberd friend to thank for that.

The Stormvermin wielded a vicious-looking warpick, the single spike at its end bristling with razor-sharp protrusions and dwarf blood. The weapon looked like it could bring down the most heavily armored warriors in a single, powerful strike. And judging by the dead dwarves around them, it already had.

And what did Sylvia have? Her own bloodied clothes, and an excessively sharp knife.

[Assistant]
The bearded and bloodied clan of iron willed Dwarves breached the impossibly sturdy wall of clanrats and their Stormvermin coubterparts, every member from either sidr had tasted blood now. In the end, as history had written it all those years ago, it had been been that stubborn tenacity of the mountain dwelling folk and the near sacrifice of their king at the critical junction that had sealed the fate of the rat scourge.

Of course there were many more that would have died if not for the actions of that strange party of mercenaries that had come from the grey range far beyond the steps of their homeland.

Mariannes Mantis had made a fine impact on the line as it skewered rats with impunity, the others rallying around its feet as the savage Greenskinned battlerager tore into the armored rats with the same unrivaled fury it had displayed when the fighting had began.
Such things often inspired others to redouble their efforts in an attempt to rival such a display.
It helped that the Orcs axe, as it swung about in a blind fury, had managed to distract the War pick wielding stormvermin that had cornered the translucent Sylvia. While not seriously injured, it had lost sight of its prey and become overrun with foes. Forced to retreat or be destroyed.

The Skaven line had fallen to nearly half its size it minutes as it was caught under the pressure of a concentrated effort. Their king was already being pulled from the fight, to the steps of his throne, and the few other rats left were struggling to dig through the solid stone wall.
In the end.. they were just rats.
Siph had come to the aid of the King as the golden figure lay broken on the steps breathing their last. Two deep wounds had delivered fatal injuries to the proud ruler. Siphs strange healing mist had only slowed the process but could not save Cragshield from his fate.

"Rest, king. If your gods have no more need of you.. You will find peace."

The Dwarf king did not respond, would not, but simply nodded. Eyes closed in respect.

Siph rose and strode from the steps, stolen axe in hand, to the breach, and entered without a word. He would beat the group to the Shaman. Hopefully silence the bell, or kill the shaman, but that was something he doubted would be accomplished alone.
The group would need time to recover, lick their wounds if only a little, before toppling the final piece of this grand retelling. Siph would pay for that time with his own two hands.
Through the breach made by the assassins during their flank he disappeared from sight, the heavy curtain of true darkness swallowing him completely as the torchlight faded behind him.


[System]
age: 107
bio: Korash is a rare half Elf, half Orc. Not rare because Elves or Orcs are rare, or because either are particually powerful in their own right, but rare because Elves don't nomrally associate with Orcs. The story of the union isn't spoken about much by Korash, but he does say his mum was adventorous and his dad got lucky. He never met his parents, so is unsure if his mother was the Elf or Orc.
Korash was cast out as a baby. A disgrace to his parent's people.
He was raised by a mysterious wanderer who claimed to be a Guardian of an ancient treasure. Korash was groomed to be the next guardian. Trained in sorcery and sword play. When he was 32, Korash and the Guardian were attacked by a band of Goblins. That was when the guardian drew his sword for the first time. Unleashing Frostbrand, an ancient sword said to hold the primal ice of the world. The Guardian made quick work of the Goblins and explained the importance of the sword to Korash, also saying the legitemacy of the sword holding primal ties is unconfirmed, but it is a powerful artifact that must be kept from evil.
For about thirty more years, Korash continued his trining under the Guardian. Until simething came for the sword. A powerful evil came for Frostbrand, and the Guardian gave his life so that Korash may live, and escape with Frostbrand.
Korash has taken the name of the Sword as his surname. Needing a way to provide for himself, he turned to adventuring.
powers: Korash Frostbrand is a Warlock. Having a pretty good grasp on magic, due to years of training under the guardian. While he has a decent grasp on most magical forms, he personally excells at Abjuration and Evocation, with Frostbrand providing extra power for spells that deal withfrost or ice.
other:

Frostbrand is an ancient magical relic.
Many myths and legends feature the weapon in them. With some saying the sword was created by the gods, or the devil, or in some far off dimension. There are rumours that the wielder is immortal, but Korash knows that one to be false, as he saw the previous guardian die while wielding the sword. One thing is pretty constant in all the myths and legends though. Only a chosen hero, who is pure of heart can unlock the full powers of Frostbrand. Korash is not that person, and so can only unlock a fraction of what Frostbrand is truly capable of.
Below is a list of stories/myths/legends that refer to Frostbrand. It is not a comprehensive list, and are of varying degrees of accuracy. Some are likely to be true, while others are down right false. As a result, there may be some contradictions both of themselves, and preestablished lore.
* Mirajeon's Theory of Creation - This old account from an elven scholar proposes the world was created not by Gods, by primordial Elemental Forces. That once creation was created, the Primordial Elements had to be sealed away, so the first beings, devised a way to trap the Primal Elements in objects, with Primal Ice trapped in Frostbrand.
* The Siege of Dunstead Keep - Dunstead Keep was under siege for forty years, until a young squire managed to pull the sword from the stone in the middle of the Courtyard. Holding it aloft, he froze the entire enemy army.
* Northvale Creation Myth - According to the Northvale Mythos, the north wasn't always a frozen wasteland. Instead, it was frostbrand that made it as such.
* Demonomicron - The Demonomicron lists Frostbrand as one of the twelve weapons that can seal a rift to Hell.
* Plane Travelers Guide - The Plane Traveler's Guide states that if unleashing its full potential, it can not only close interdimensional rifts, but create them as well.

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Starter:
The full moon had filled the sky during the night. There was a strange melody in the air. It sounded pretty, like the music of a flute. But, as soon as it began, it quickly stopped. It had seemed to go on for hours. When it ended, everyone thought that was that. But, they were wrong. They have awakened in the morning to find many of their own missing. Now, what are they to do?

Let us begin.

[Assistant] Margaret groans softly as she opens her eyes and slowly sits up. She frowns as she looks around, not recognizing anything. She gets to her feet carefully, unsure of what exactly had happened to her and what the potential damage the occurrence brought to her health.

[User] Sarah Phillips awoke with a groan. The last thing she remembered was waking up in the middle of the night and hearing strange music. The rest was a complete blur to her. Now, she was in a strange place, in a strange room. There was a stone floor and stone walls. The bed looked to be quite old. The window was dusty with a few cracks in the wooden window frame. There were bars on the window. There were cobwebs and dust all over the room. The only furniture besides the bed was a small table and a candlestick, along with a single chair. She gasped, ran to the door, and tried to open it, only to find it locked. She was trapped in a strange, unknown place.

[Assistant] Margaret sneezes at the dust and cobwebs clouding the room. The room and the furniture seem to be very old, and uninhabited for a long time. She frowns as she walks up to the door and inspects it. Deeming it locked, she tears out a strip of the lining of her dress to wipe the dust off of the bed before sitting on it.


[System]
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexual preference: Heterosexual
Species: Human

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Strengths:
- Experienced with several firearms
- Fast runner
- Unthreatening appearance

Weaknesses:
- Extremely inexperienced with fighting werewolves
- Not very strong
- Extreme arachnophobia

Personality: Ryan is, for lack of a better word, an idiot. On the bright side though, he's friendly and kind to others, even if they're strangers. Then again, those aren't really the best traits to have in his line of work.

History: Ryan spent most of his life just skating by, just barely making it through middle and high school. The only thing he was ever really good at was shooting, a skill his dad, the local sheriff of their hometown, taught him at a very young age. Unable to get a job or go to college, Ryan was desperate. One fateful day, he applied for a job at a random chain restaurant. The interviewer, looking at the pitiful resume in his hands, told Ryan that he couldn't give him the job. Ryan asked the interviewer if he had any suggestions for any place he could get a job. The interviewer jokingly replied, "You could always become a werewolf hunter." Ryan, not knowing he was joking, quickly left, sold what little he had for guns and ammo, and went out searching Colorado for lycanthropes. He has yet to actually find one.

Other: He carries a bolt-action Remington Model 700 and two 9mm Berettas.

[User] Ryan finally decided on what course of action to take and lowered his hand to his side. Waking her up would be selfish. Ruining her sleep just to satisfy my boredom. What was I even thinking? Quietly, he walked back down the ladder leading to the ground floor. At least, that was the plan. Missing just a single rung on the ladder and Ryan was sent tumbling down, making more noise then a 150 pound, 19-year-old male should probably make. Time seemed to slow down as his brain processed what was going on, making the moment of weightlessness seem more intense. "Owww," he said once the dust had settled, metaphorically speaking. Oh man. That would've woken her up for sure. And the do- I mean wolf, too. I'm probably going to start hearing barking any second now. Wait, do wolves bark? Looks like I'm about to find out.

[Assistant]
Acacia 'Ace' Malikova
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Truth

Acacia would lightly slumber, unbothered by the sound of the light footsteps pattering down the ladder, probably because she hadn't really heard them. Eyes shifting as she dreamed under the light curtains of her eyelids the curl on the ends of her lips signifying something pleasant before her top half would suddenly fly up, the sound of something harsh colliding on the floor startling her awake as she breath heavily.

"Chto! Chto , chert voz'mi , chto ?" she'd speak lightly, the thick Russian accent more predominant over the foreign words she spoke.

Her footsteps slowly pattering over the attic floor as she had emerged from the warmth of her bed, a partial limp in each step as she huffed having forgotten about the previous days events and as she peeked over the railing down at the human sitting upon his rump on the floor still she'd groan, "Der'mo ."

Her process of readying to ask if he was okay had been quickly interrupted by the scraping of claws upon the wooden flooring, Truth had made little noise until that point barely phased in her still sleepy mind-set by the thud of human meeting the hard floor.

[User] As Acacia entered his field of view, Ryan looked back at her with puppy dog-like eyes. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to wake you," he apologized. "If you want, you can just go back to sleep." He looked down at the floor in shame. Stop messing it up with this pretty girl. You're going to blow it if you keep this up. Finally deciding to get off the floor and stop wallowing in his fear of failure, he got back on his feet to see Truth now standing before him. It might have just been his imagination or that he had not yet forgotten how he had first met the pet wolf, but it seemed like Truth was just about ready to take a bite out of Ryan. "Nice wolfie. No need to get all hyped up. The nonthreatening human is now going to go walk back to the couch and you, the big bad scary wolf, can just go back to sleep in your nice pile of comfy sheets."

[Assistant]
Acacia 'Ace' Malikova
&
Truth

Acacia rolled her eyes slightly at the red-head trying to apologize for waking her, the mess of auburn topping her head visibly messy as she reached up with a hand to rub her eyes before glancing back down as Ryan decided to head back towards the couch, his words towards the visibly still asleep yet partially awake canine made her smile lightly, He's not the brightest is he? she'd think to herself.

After a short moment she'd slowly decide to descend the ladder slowly, great care being given to the still feelable pain in her ankle. "Did you find the food I left in the fridge?" she'd ask lightly as she headed for the kitchen to pull out both meals if he'd not yet eaten his, after all she was hungry too and she hadn't exactly eaten it last night either. Though about half-way to the kitchen she'd realize she had to go to the bathroom and quickly altered her course to a b-line to the bathroom only to vanish within and closing the door behind herself.

Once finished she'd wash her hands and pat them dry on a small towel hooked on the wall, glancing around she'd then redirect herself to the kitchen to fish out the food, stomach rumbling lightly as she huffed.

"I'll share with you too, Truth," she'd say as she pulled out both meals and headed for the couch, not really interested in sitting on the hard wooden chairs at this point.

[User] As Acacia came down the ladder from the basement, Ryan moved out of the way for her while still keeping an eye on Truth. At the mere mention of food though, he immediately lost all focus on the wolf. "Food? Uh, no, I never checked the fridge," he replied as he followed Acacia to the kitchen. He stopped in his tracks when she changed her path to the bathroom, confused until he realized where she was going. He decided that he'd wait for her on the couch as Acacia finished her business. As she exited from the bathroom, he turned to her and asked, "So what are we having to eat. Just out of curiosity." He scooted over to the other side of the upholstery to make room for her as she brought over the rabbit.

[Assistant]
Acacia 'Ace' Malikova
&
Truth

Truth had already begun her trailing of Acacia, a mere short pace behind her as her velveteen nasal raced an collected all the scents floating from the two servings of food. Acacia ignored Truth for that short moment, carefully holding out one plate of just cooked rabbit meat towards Ryan. "I'm sorry I can't offer you anything more, we're running a little short on supplies," she'd apologize to the guest before sitting on the opposite end of the couch to him, "But, I'll restock when I take you to town."

Placing the cold ceramic plate upon her jean clad lap, she'd glance at Ryan and then towards Truth before beginning to cut into the cold meal. She could have heated it up, but that would have taken more work than she was willing to put in. After cutting the meat into multiple small pieces she'd toss a piece onto the floor across the room allowing Truth to eat it before eating one herself. "When are you wanting to go to town? Or do you want to go to your car to get anything?" she'd ask after swallowing her mouthful, though quickly placed another within her mouth as she awaited a response.

[User]
Ryan took a bite out of the rabbit, hiding his dislike for cold meat. He decided he'd try to eat most of it so as to not look rude, before realizing that he had no idea when the next time he'd be able to eat would be once he left Acacia. Probably best if I try to fill my stomach than. Just wish it was a little easier to chew.

When Acacia asked when he wanted to go to town, Ryan just shrugged. "I don't really care. Whenever you're ready to go, I guess. There's nothing in my wreck of a car that I haven't already gotten, so no I don't need to get anything from there either." He got up on his feet and began to stretch his neck and back, getting a few loud popping noises and reducing the soreness that he got from sleeping on the couch, before sitting back down and relaxing. Ryan wanted Acacia to choose when to leave since she was the one who would have to drive, or walk since he didn't actually know how far away town was, and pay for whatever supplies they got.

[Assistant]
Acacia 'Ace' Malikova
&
Truth

Acacia listened to Ryan quietly, she'd pick up on his slight dislike of the cold meat though too tired still from her day yesterday she'd barely register it and didn't offer him the use of the oven to possibly heat it up. As he mentioned he had nothing of worth at his crashed vehicle she'd nod and return to finishing her mouthful before responding, "Alright, well I need supplies before dinner as I have nothing to feed myself or her," she say the last part gesturing towards the drooling canine.

As she tossed yet another piece at Truth she'd glance at the door and placing her plate on the couches armrest she'd slowly rise to both feet flinching lightly when pressure was placed upon the punctured ankle. Looking around the small cabin once more she'd begin heading towards the door with almost hushed tones of Russian accent emerging parted lips, "I know you probably want to go off and find something better anyway," The words aimed at the wolf who devoured the small chunk of rabbit meat before pacing behind Acacia and puffing a gentle breath, eyes drifting to the human before she suddenly took off into the open field heading straight for the thick forestry.

Smiling after the free creature she'd head back to the couch at a slow pace, ankle still sore. "If you're fine with it, we could probably go once your finished," grabbing her plate as she spoke she'd move for the kitchen once again to clean it while eating the last chunk of food.

[User]
Ryan hadn't been looking directly at Acacia when she made her comment toward Truth, so when she mentioned knowing how he wanted 'to go off and find something better anyway,' he looked toward the girl in confusion. Why would she think that? "Huh? Wh-" he began before cutting himself off. It was then that he noticed who Acacia was talking to. "Oh, uh, nevermind," he quickly said before Acacia could ask what he was about to ask.

Ryan quickly began to wolf down the rest of the cold rabbit on his plate, as spending the day in town with the pretty Russian woman sounded like the most fun he would have in a while. His mouth still filled with food, he lifted the empty dish in the air and proclaimed, "I'm finished," though the food in his mouth caused it to sound more like, 'Ahm finshd.'

Rising from the couch, Ryan walked his plate from the upholstery to the kitchen, quickly swallowing everything in a large, painful gulp. He breathed in a small gulp of air before letting out a large sigh, making up for the lack of air the mouth-breather was getting with his main passage for air so well blocked. "Alrighy, I'm good to go, Ace."

[Assistant]
Acacia 'Ace' Malikova

Once her dishes were clean she'd turn to glance at the human when she heard a full mouth mumble only to find he was now making a b-line straight for the kitchen to wash his own plate. Moving out of the way she'd watch him clean the ivory ceramic dish and then listened as he swallowed the harsh mouthful of cold meat before taking in a breath and sighing; Acacia visibly grinning as she knew what he'd done to prepare to leave sooner. Some men aren't the brightest, she'd allow hushed thoughts to trail through her mind before heading for the door and opening it.

"Well then, time to go," she stated as she gestured out the door before vanishing out it herself. She had still been wearing the torn, sun-faded baggy jeans, white tank top and the black hoodie which she now slowly zipped up as she made her way around the outside of the house.

Acacia left a visible track of imprinted bare feet to follow as they led around the right side of the cabin and up around back behind some decently sized shrubs. Behind said shrubs, an old looking, white Toyota Hilux sitting in the snow with a decently caked on layer of pastel particles. Shrugging lightly she'd open the drivers door and search the sun-visor for the keys, smiling bright as she found them she climbed in partially to insert the key and turned it slowly as the vehicle came to life, and as it did she'd turn on the window-wipers to send the ice-blockage off of her window so she could see.

Leaving the Ute running for a while she'd allow it to warm up as she waited for the human and scurried around to the Ute's tray and rummaged through the snow to find a pair of black steel-capped boots that had been there from her last trip. Fingers grasping them quickly she'd pull them out and vigorously shake them to remove all of the snow before moving back and sitting side-ways in the drivers side of the cab. Reaching to the passengers side she'd grab a pair of socks that she usually left in the truck's cabin and slid them onto her feet, she'd then quickly follow the socks with the still chilled and noticeably wet black boots.


[System]
Age: 32

Appearance:
Height: 6'1"

Weight: 185 lbs

Likes:
+Caffeine
+Reading
+Conspiracy Theories
+Working-Out
+Talk Radio
+Cars/Trucks/Vehicles/etc.

Dislikes:
-Seafood
-Sports
-Cold Weather
-Bad Grammar
-Authority
-Disorganization

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

Special Talent: Legendary Alcohol Tolerance

Profession: Mechanic/Owner Apex Designs, a small, single-door garage, tucked away on the industrial Southside end of town with enough room for about three cars inside.

Bio/Personality:
Joel is a man who views himself as someone not necessarily doing what they want to do in life, but doing what they're good at. He enjoys repairing the automotive woes of many of Sol City's wealthy clientele. However, even though his work is considered some of the best in the city, he's often equally known for his lengthy vacations and costly invoices. Additionally armed with a business degree that he earned off of an only briefly offered scholarship in his youth, he very carefully balances work, play and sometimes outright laziness. He keeps no set schedule and can be found in his shop sometimes at the most bizarre of hours.

Outwardly, Joel has a very arrogant aura that often turns off others. He's been told that he's "unapproachable" and though he likes the thought of being intimidating, sometimes he does feel a genuine desire to have deeper conversations. He enjoys flirting and being in some social venues, but often feels bored and out of place. He doesn't consider himself extroverted. Interestingly, he tends to talk non-stop while working on vehicles and has his own crowd of conversational regulars, often the bored and retired older men of the city, that stop by just to see what he's working on.

Joel is very aware of his eccentricities and has a warped sense of justice. He enjoys watching people that may have wronged him or refused his advice "get what they deserve" to the point of comedy. He likes that some may look down on him for his chosen profession, but at the same time wishes he was doing something else. He's never satisfied for very long.

Joel in Chapter One:
Joel continued to his eccentric and reclusive lifestyle throughout most of Chapter One only making brief appearances on the outskirts of major city events when his pathway unfortunately crossed with the regular citizens of Sol. Joel spent the vast majority of his bizarre schedule preparing his custom-built Nissan 300ZX for the Sol City Grand Prix. A project which he also used as a convenient excuse to not participate in major events such as the Winter Party and downtown Jazz Night despite the encouragement of his friends. Only after being forced to take a detour off the outer loop one night after being chased by the police for speeding did he happen to meet Marinalia "Marlin" Olympus at the Old Cargo Airport where he and his business partner, Tommy Lomax, kept many of their imports from Asia in the Daedalus Airlines warehouse.

As chance would have it, Joel would again encounter Marlin at the same airport as he and the team rolled out the car for testing on a rented area of the facility. Unbeknownst to Joel, Tommy for some time and effort arranged sponsorship of the car with Marlin's family to give the team a publicity boost for the upcoming race. As part of the agreement, the car would "race" a sleek air-racer piloted by Marlin for exhibition. Furious at being kept in the dark over the agreement, Joel at first wanted nothing to do with the show, but after watching Tommy lose to the plane, he took the wheel and won in a quick rematch much to the chagrin of some of Marlin's wealthy family who turned out for the demonstration. A bit of a rivalry and tense friendship began to grow between Joel and Marlin.

The Grand Prix weekend put the team in the spotlight as other teams and cars descended from around the world for the final race of the Formula GT season on the streets of Sol and after a hard-fought race, Joel and Tommy managed to best their arch rivals from the factory Nissan team and win the Grand Prix after three years of trying. Joel was instantly elevated to national fame in the days following the race however, the drama following the race was more than he could bear starting with his falling out with Marlin's snooty family at the Olympus Heavy Industries Victory Gala. After leaving the party to step outside, he encountered a drunken Siobhan Murphy and a flirtatious friendship was formed. He made an agreement to modernize Siobhan's derelict, inherited Corvette after he returned from a business trip to Japan.

Chapter Two sees Joel returning from Tokyo after a two week hiatus from Sol where he claimed his share of a secret wager made with Nissan before the race. Fame has changed him little and looks to continue his eccentric business only out desire rather than necessity.

Celebrity:

Favorite Song:

Tell us about yourself:

Age: 32
What part of the world are you from?: VA, USA
How many years have you been writing/roleplaying: Around 17
How often do you have time to post?: Usually 2-3 times per week, maybe more depending on my work schedule/other things.
Anything else you want to mention?:
I actually work a pretty cool job, but it does demand a lot of time out of me sometimes. I'm married and have three kids. Roleplay/Writing is one of my few surviving hobbies in adulthood next to working out and reading a book occasionally. I usually only have time to write one game at a time here on the Guild so this is it for now. I'm going to my level best to make sure its a winner. I try to take care of my players, so if you're reading this and thinking about joining, we'll be glad to have you.

[User]
Romus Sisters

Victoria Darya Romus "Vika"
&
Marinalia Romus Olympus "Mali"
 Coffee Pot Victoria - Footsteps Sports Bar Marinalia - wensday Afternoon

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Marilania was waiting as for a refill on the coffee she was drinking and saw a mountain of muscles and rowdy guys walk into the bar, all big, some bigger, one of them was a utter giant though and looked like had walked out the Got box set she was watching last night in bed. They where definitely a bunch of charecters and causing ernough of a stir around to makw a little zone of clear bar around there table.

More of a problem was that they had her Coffee refill mistakenly taken with there rather large and alcoholic round of drinks and if she wanted her cafine fix Marinalia would have to go over and claim it back from the muscle bound monsters. After the attack at Jaxx night that kind of situation made her alot more nervous than before and and fumbled about her bag for somthing, sliding a can of CS spray and a stun gun concealed depper in her bag.. After recent events she had taken things more seriously but stopped short of her aunts suggestion of a dagger, Marla always took things to the extreme.

Dressed in a flight jacket with a multitude of patches including a UK flag, gold wings and a bunch of various airline badges from Europe to Alaska. With a slight tap as she dropped off the barstool and patted down the fitted office skirt part of her more formal uniform. She did not quite like the 4 stripe designs and just wore the gold wings.

Heading over, slightly scared though her accent was pure British, with long blonde hair and a athletic figure built from years in the pool. It was pretty intimidating but she wanted her coffee more. Tapping the giant slightly and reaching over to get the coffee pot off the tray. Nerves kicking in, her accent was approaching cut glass old British. Standing at 5'5 she was aloy smaller and shorter than this mountain of a mano.

Expectkng the odd jeer or comment at that, she tried to remain clam as possible and just get her cafine fix and not wanting to wait the age a busy bar would be for a new round.

Excuse me, you have my coffee.

Just after my cafine fix.

Yeah, the nerves caused by group probbly did not help the servers memory, they seemed rowdy but not the same sense of dread or thr bad vibes she got off the jazz night group though. They where rowdy but not... The malichous nature was not there.

She had to admit, the man mountian made her curious out of sheer nature of being so huge, you rarely saw people that large and they always had a decent story.

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Fox

Victoria waves aside Ashton weak protest against paying, she earned it and let her gesture to menu options before she placed a quick order to a server and turned back to Ashton, with a slight twirl as her hair was graduating between the colours in motion.

Taking a a little time to work out the what Ashton meant, yeah she had changed alot and appreciated the compliment.she had changed alot but definitely felt better in herself now.

Yep, I still Don, t like hospitals though!

I even started a new job, so things seem abit better than you last met me. Not quite so much of a mess now.

Ashton always took some guessing to work out exactly whst she meant, OK? Alright? She seemed to be implying she was not hurt badly and Victoria could understand that look, having been well on receiving end of it a good few times. Feeling a skittle bad about it but it it was hard to when you knew someone was healthy last time you met them.

As she handed over the article, yeah she definitely missed that as she was out of it, tests, or appointments in hospital and so. She had mm spent the week busy and so, barely even had time to message anyone yet alone check the news. Ashton had been, well a hero... A slightly foolish hero perhaps by a hero none the less. No wait... Was it... She might have been flying out that morning and had a early night. Impressed, and slightly Suprised... She jumped 5 floors, burns, legs and she was walking about... Her doctors had a fit at far less!

Wow.. Hero of the city then. Congratulations.. Though get well soon and back to work. That was extremely brave of you, though maybe be more careful! You might run out of lives.

Yeah, I probbly was heading to Texas probbly that morning, left very early for well..what made me... Like me.

Woah... Sol got.. Dangerous.. That and the stuff from work... Damn. That's scary... Those places well protected... No wonder security was nervous.

With last part as more a comment to her own thoughts, arson attacks, sharks on the Web, round up of local criminals... And a baby Rhino born, well that was adorable. She would have to register a name. Bit of fun to make up for the dark tidings. Pokey... Pokey and polo? Hopefully not rhino with a hole though. Cardinal might be intrested knowing that orgonozed crime and so was seeming to go crazy of late alongside the feds. He might want to go careful on his searches she knew he deny.

Finding a note pad she acquired from work. "Black Shield Security and Defense Research."  with thr image of two Greek soldiers from Theres back to back with spears drawn and Sheilds raised, wrongly attributed to be Spartans alot. They did not have best reputation at a all, but she trusted Ashton somewhat. She gave her a good feeling about things. Writing down a phone number and a address in Park View. Would be nice to keep in touch anyway. Even if phone calls not work. Though there new home was alot more able to welcome guests than the old.

Keep in touch in future? I'm kinda staying in city for abit.

Moving house is never fun though!

Laughing slightly, and talking n gesturing over coffee and some cake, it was a nice way to send a afternoon. Normal even, espechily after a somewhat busy day dealing with Sols newfound cyber bait that seemed to waking every fish after scraps possible.

[Assistant]
THOMAS LANCASTER
 Sol City Zoo

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"Uh?" While Thomas was struggling with the wheel, he was unknowingly released from the sticky situation he was put in. Before turning around, he could smell the gentle scent of rose, as this person was really close to the wheelchair. He thought initially to be a female, but the voice was a little weird. It was the type of voice that a normal male adolescence would be experiencing, as he goes from high-pitch to low-toned. And without much thoughts, he turned around, to see a...gentleman?

It really looked like he was wearing men's clothing. No, it was actually neutral gendered. But his facial feature was somewhat...erratic. Not that Thomas is a master at studying human biological features or anything, but he had rarely seen a face like that. His hair was fluffy indeed. Flamboyant would be the first word that sprang to his mind whenever a reference about this guy was needed. But hey, he helped Thomas, so he ought to give him the thanks.

"My goodness. Thank you..."

That's the problem.

What is the gender of this person before him? First impression was very likely a he, but what if he was wrong, and ended up hurting the guy's feeling. He knew that transgender can be quite sensitive, even though it is no longer a deviance like we used to see it. But he didn't want to address him as bluntly as just a 'thank you'.

"...mister?"

In the end, he decided to go with the more likely scenario, and hoped he wasn't wrong.


[System]
Age: 19

Nationality: Scottish

Appearance:

Description: A fairly rambunctious and stubborn girl, Nessie isn't dissimilar to your average Scotsman. She can display quite a tough and, at times, even rude and imposing exterior when in the company of strangers. Around friends she is brash, cheeky and can be quite loud, frequently poking fun at those she surrounds herself with. Equally, though, she also enjoys her own company, her favourite passtime being sitting by or swimming in a lake, especially one surrounded by beautiful scenery. Definitely the outdoors type. She loves a good drink though, and will never say no to having a pint in a nice pub.

Biography: Born in the Scottish Highlands, Nessie comes from a fairly wealthy background, her childhood home a rural manor house within an idyllic setting. Mountains, hills, woodland and lakes as far as the eye can see. The perfect place for an adventurous young girl like her, and still it remains her favourite place. Her parents work in... well, that she's not really sure of. Never has been, even to this day and age. And it's not like she's had many opportunities to ask them either.

At a young age she was sent to a prestigious boarding school for girls in Edinburgh, to both heighten her education and to keep her somewhere while her parents were away from home working. And it is there that she has remained most of her life since then. Even when school is out, she usually goes to stay with her uncle, who lives in an apartment not too far from her school, and with whom she's built quite a strong connection with over the years.

After finishing school at the age of 18 however, she didn't really know what to do with herself. She would go between the Highlands and Edinburgh, aimlessly inhabiting each of her homes while thinking of what she wanted to do with her life. Though she had done well at school, it felt like something was missing. It went on like this for a year until her uncle, noticing her rut and seeing the effect it was having on her, recommended a change of scenery for the girl. A breath of fresh air (metaphorically speaking) and an opportunity to see her future more clearly, whether that was university or immediately starting a career.

And so now Nessie finds herself in London, the heart and the capital of England. And yet still, even with such a dramatic change in surroundings from where she was previously based, and with so many opportunities and paths right at her fingertips, the girl still feels as though she hasn't found what's right for her yet. Not only that, but since arriving in London she can't help but feel unusual. Strange flickers at the corner of her eye occasionally catch her attention, unexplainable shapes looming around her only to disappear as soon as she puts her full attention on them. Perhaps something there is something coming her way, a path she never could've expected...

Grimoire
 • Title: The Loch Ness Monster
 • Classification: Legend
 • Description: One of the ultimate creatures of folk lore, the phenomenon of the Loch Ness Monster has its roots way back in the sixth century, though most of its notoriety bubbled up in the late 19th and 20th centuries. The illusive long-necked creature, described by some to be a sea serpent or dragon living deep within the waters of Loch Ness, has created ripples throughout history with its disputed existence, gradually being pulled more and more into the limelight of contention until becoming the staple of the paranormal that it is today. And so its legend is reflected in its equally illusive Grimoire. A story that, to this day and perhaps even far into the future, has not seen its end.
 • Abilities:
The Undine - At will, Nessie is able to manipulate any water around her and bend it completely to her will. She can also summon water out of thin air if required, but that takes more energy and control to do, so don't expect her to be summoning reservoirs of water with no difficulty right off the bat. It'll take training to get anywhere close to that.

Misty Waters - Like the monster itself, Nessie can disappear herself out of thin air. The only catch is that she may only remain invisible as long as she can hold her breath. There is a loophole to this ability however, as shown with the next one.

The Loch's Blessing - These are more passive abilities than anything, but they can definitely come in handy, especially in a city that contains a massive river (*looks at London*). The Grimoire grants Nessie with incredibly swift swimming speed, making her look like a blur to anyone above the surface. On top of this she can also breathe, hear and see completely clearly when underwater, almost as if she were on normal ground. The final blessing is the loophole to her Misty Waters ability, which is that she can turn invisible for as long as she wishes when underwater, essentially ignoring its limitation. Of course, most battles would probably take place above water so this ability may not always be as useful as it sounds, but in the right situation, as well as clever usage, it can provide Nessie with an invaluable edge.

[User]
Lupin chuckled at Olivia's reaction. Though as they talked, it appeared a small crowd had gathered around the new girl. Man, animal eared magicals really must be a rarity around here. Regardless, she did her best to keep up with them. The beauty had asked her another few questions. But before she could answer, the wolf girl felt an arm wrap around her waist and carry her off. Okay. This was happening, she guessed. Blinking, she waved fairwell-for-now to Olivia, then turned her head to her apathetic snatcher who introduced herself as Silvia. Guess Celina didn't have to worry about finding a partner after all.

 When asked if she would rather walk to the library after a moment, she simply shrugged. "I can walk."

 Days passed as Lupin gradually got settled into her new school life. She got assigned the same classes as other new students, even Olivia surprisingly! Dorming arrangements she didn't mind what they'd settle with, but it'd take a bit to decorate her side and such, what with her spending a good bulk of her time training with Stripes. Something she learned quick was that despite the group as a whole working as a team, the tabby's power sorta goes against that. A "Less is more" type of deal. Luckily, Silvia and her worked well despite the drawback. Few words were spoken between them, mostly from Celina wanting to get to know her new teammate.

 Then soon enough, Lupin was going off on her first patrol with Marrywell's finest. She walked up next to Stripes, tucking her ears back under her hood and quietly nodding to the others. Ozma turned out to be the one leading, her and Maria giving out similar speeches. Admittedly, she wasn't paying much attention to that. She did get the gist though, be careful, work together, that sort of thing.

 Silvia and Suzuya talked a bit about Pizza for some reason. A post-op lunch did sound good to the wolf, if the flesh of Pageless wasn't enough to satiate this time. Then the former told her they should split up from the main group if anything crops up. Lupin nodded, idly twirling one of her knives in her hand. "Bullet hell, got it. Ready when you are." With a flick of the wrist, the single knife seemingly divided into three, resting inbetween her fingers.

[Assistant]
LILAC SHIMMER

Lilac stared at Tesni. The kind of staring that meant it was pretty clear she wasn't getting all of this, but she was trying really hard and didn't want to mess up.

"So, um.. If I...." Lilac took a moment to try and process, her face visibly focusing.

"You can only be so strong alone so you're learning to ask for not-help?" Lilac, it seemed, chose an unusual way to parse the situation, and dance around Tesni's offering/not receiving hang-up. She was hesitant at first, but grew in confidence as she got the ball rolling.

"In that case, I'm truly flattered you'd consider someone like me someone you could ask for not-help! At your call, what drink would you like?" Clutching hand to heart, she took a bow to offer her service. But apparently she thought she was helping with getting a drink?

"I will admit, I'm looking forward to the team up thing now that I'm over the bee fight. Everyone's gonna come up with so much cool stuff to see!" Lilac definitely seemed on board with the idea, a bounce in her step not only from the springs.


[System]
Age: 16
Race: Human(?)
Gender: Female

Appearance:
Druid Girl is an attractive young woman with healthy, shiny caramel-colored skin, long, silky and glossy black hair as well as bright, sunny eyes with the color of gold. She stands at just above average height, with a well-defined body, ample bosom, taut stomach and curvy legs. She is not slim or slender though, but neither is she chubby or overly plump, instead she sports a healthy and trim physique, with well-sculpted limbs and digits.

As for her attire, it is very simplistic. During late spring through to early autumn, she wears a cropped, hooded vest, a white tight-fitting bandeau on her chest - exposing her midriff completely, along with a pelvic curtain - held in place by a long-tailed sash - with many fabrics woven into it. On her feet she wears a pair of multi-strapped, but simple, sandals and on her forearms she wears a pair of simple cloth bracers. She also adorns her hair with two, long, snow-white feathers - one on each side of her head. Also worth noting is that the sash she wears has a handful of small bells hanging from it. During late autumn to early spring, her "winter clothes" consists of a hooded coat instead of the vest, a woolen shirt instead of the bandeau and a long skirt, with leggings underneath, isntead of the curtained skirt. She also wears boots and gloves instead of the sandals and bracers.

Druid Girl's voice is sweet and gentle, but full of life and vibrant energy. She is very expressive, both in her face and body-language. She has no qualms about showing physical affection for those she likes or cares for, hugging or embracing them without a smidge of embarrassment. By the same token though, it's eaasy to tell when she's upset and/or angry. Also, despite being a human, her unnaturally colored eyes seem to hint at some non-human blood running through her veins, though exactly what is far too distant and far-removed to have any actual impact on her psyche or body.

Height: 5'5" / 166 cm
Eye Color: Gold
Hair Color: Black

Personality:
Druid Girl is a friendly and kind person, with a love for life and the world around her. She is bright and cheerful, but can be mischievous and physically playful - especially with other girls. She loves nature and animals, which were the main reasons she chose to train as a druid in the first place. Additionally, the young woman loves good food and almost all manner of sweets, which often leads to her getting depressed as a druid should not eat or want more food than they actually need. While she likes animals she does not keep pets, and does not like the concept of domestication.

Also, Druid Girl loathes those who are cruel, and even more so if its targeted against those that are weak or unable to defend themselves. She also cannot stand for pointless destruction or those who indulge in great excess. She has a very hard time for anyone who believes in racial supremacy too, as well as those who discriminate agains others because of their species or gender. Unlike many druids or nature-lovers though, she does not begrudge the construction of towns and cities, as long as they don't grow too large or cause too much damage to the surrounding areas. She prefers to be out in the wild though, or at least outdoors, to being couped up inside buildings or indoors, as it can cause her to feel a slight bit of claustrophobia.

Druid Girl also doesn't hold grudges, nor does she stay mad for long. Even if insulted or angered, it will fade rather quickly and she has an easy time returning to her regular, happy and kind self. This, of course, does not apply to beings of an unnatural state though, such as the undead or beings that don't belong in this world. Any and all creatures of this kind are abominations in her eyes, and should be expunged with extreme and immediate measures. She can also get irritated when people whine about things like rain, winter or the sweltering heat of summer, finding it pointless to complain about things that they cannot change, but can handle in one way or another.

In her spare time, she likes to take walks in forests and meadows while singing, as well as checking on the local wildlife and tending to plants and trees.

Likes: Animals, Nature, Kindness, Delicious food, Sweets, All seasons
Dislikes: Cruelty, Wildlife exploitation, Senseless destruction, Unnatural beings (undead, demons, etc), People complaining about weeather and seasons
Hobbies: Singing, Forest strolls, Tending nature, Snacking on foods & sweets, Bathing, Teasing

History:
Druid Girl was born and grew up in a rural village in the western parts of the kingdom. Her parents were simple folk, her father a farmhand and her mother a daycare nurse. From an early age, she was brought along to both parents workplaces, being shown both the importance of crops and the kidness of caring for others. The girl never complained about this though, she loved her family and was happy to be with, and helping them. She espcially liked working with her father, who would show her how different crops grew, how to deal with animals and even how and where to do simple foraging. Her mother taught her more in the ways of showing kindness, the values of helping others and that why not to be spiteful or mean.

It was a peaceful time and though life wasn't always easy, it was still full of warmth of joy. As she grew older, she would take more and more interest in the things that nature could and would provide - flowers, mushrooms, nuts, roots, various types of grass and even the wild beasts that lived there. This growing interest however meant she spent less and less time aiding her parents willingly, which began to cause friction. Eventually, these little disagreements became arguments, and eventually full-blown conflicts. Finallye, Druid Girl left her house after a particularly nasty confrontation with her parents.

She left her home and her village and began to wander the great outdoors. However, even with the little information her father had provided, surviving on her own proved far tougher than she had expected. On the verge of both freezing to death and starving, she was found by a wanderer - a wanderer who happaned to be an arch druid himself. After being fed and being allowd to share his campfire, the girl told her tale and explained herself, her interest and curiosity about nature and the wilds. At first the old man urged her to return to her family, but she insisted that she wouldn't do so until she could prove that her desire to know and explore nature was more than just self-indulgence, she wanted to prove that it could be useful to both her and others. The old druid sighed and told her that, if she so desired, she could become his apprentice - on the condition that once she finished training, she would return to her family and show off the fruits of her labor.

Agreeing in a heartbeat, with the brightest smile this side of the world, Druid Girl had no hesitation or doubts when taking the old man up on his offer. The next few years were spent studying and learning from her mentor, who taught her many things, both about flora an fauna. He taught her how to speak to animals and plants, where to look and how to move to find things or places, as well as teaching her the basic arts of druidic magics. Once she reached about her mid-teens, her master eventually told her that her training was complete, congratuating his student and wishing her well - in addition to reminding her of her promise and the responsabilities she now had as a druid herself.

Returning to her home, Druid Girl was sure that she would be able to show off her knowledge and skills to her parents, allowing them to mend the rift that had been caused those many years ago. Upon her return though, she found that her father had fallen ill and her mother was worked to the bone, having to both care for her sickly husband as well as do her job to bring home money for the pair. When she first arrived, her mother was quick to lecture and scold her, then pointing out her father's condition. However, once the daughter went outside and returned with some plants and herbs, brewed a tea and used her spellcraft to help heal her ailing father, the tune changed quite rapidly. Much bawling and apologizing was had - from both parties - and the reconciliation was a success.

With her father on the road to recovery and with her mother's tearful blessings, Druid Girl agains set out on the road, heading eastward. She had heard that there was a new town in the far-frontier, a place which surely could use the help and skills of a druid to aid in keeping the wilderness in check, or at bay. So she began her journey, on the slippery, slithering pathway of adventure.

[User]
"Rogue adventurers...?" the Steppe Archer would ask, her gaze turning thoughtfully to the roof of the wagon. ...She couldn't imagine what kind of circumstances might make someone turn to banditry. Poverty for certain, but to make one's entire living off of ruining the life of another? It felt...craven to even think about. And yet, she knew that some of her own people had likely left their home only to have to turn to that to survive. Steppe Archer was just glad that she, at least so far, had had the good fortune to succeed in her ventures, no matter how...stinky they wound up being.

Then the talk of goblins...the craven species that tales were told of to scare children at night. From what she'd heard from her clansmen however, no matter what quarry, even something one dismisses as harmless can find itself to possess sharp fangs when its life is on the line. She wasn't quite sure if they would be as surprisingly deadly as giant rats or roaches, but she had to assume anything with thumbs and a brain could be more fierce in a fight than any normal beast.

"I'd rather not see it," Steppe Archer would say with a light chuckle to the Lizard Fighter's suggestion of him showing off his twig and berries. "Anyways, you can count on us, Sir. Any would-be bandits will be in for a big surprise if they even try," she would say, stringing her bow and sitting with it at her side, more than ready to protect the cargo if need be.

[Assistant]
The reptilian man shrugged those beefy shoulders before he tugged his studded club from its place at his belt. The Archer mentioned that she didn't want to see his junk, which just got a grin from the behemoth. Druid Girls face was still pretty red but she seemed to be calming herself down now that she was in the wagon and settled in.

During his travels to Pallisade Town he had heard of bandits. But he never encountered them, mostly because he didn't stick to the roads very much. Humans gravitated or made their own civilizations or roads and kind of stuck to them despite some of claiming to just want freedom or some shit. They had freedom but then they decided to get stupid and steal to go do stuff in the areas they ran away from in the first place!

The Farmer mentioned rumors about rogue adventurer's, which earned him a raised eye-ridge from the back. He picked up his pace some and began circling around to the front of the slow moving wagon. "Don't trust every rumor you hear. I can only imagine a really down on his luck, or shitty, adventurer going rogue. He rumbled out while he watched the nearby tree-lines. He was just ahead and to the left of the plodding old mare.

Then came the subject of goblins. They were bold enough to steal, but not bold enough to confront the Farmer. It seemed three were poking the nest, but if it was just three they'd be more discrete. "We'll be going after them once you're escorted home." The Fighter stated as he kept what looked like a lazy pace. Those long legs easily keeping him ahead of the tired old hoss.


[System]
Nickname: "Gensai the Muramasa"
Age: 18
Eyes: Blue, red when using Septima
Hair: Originally black, now permanently pale
Description: This will be drawn.
Country of Origin: Japan
Condition: Adept
Biography: Itou Tenma was a young Japanese boy, at a young age he was a studious child, and possessing a sharp and quick mind. He studied martial arts as well as academic pursuits as a good child of a comfortable family should, however when he awoke to his Adept powers, his father immediately disowned him, while his mother wept, and he soon found himself alone with few friends, as many of his friends had done very much the same.

Having to drop out of Middle School due to this circumstance he wandered homeless for a year, travelling to the far south of Japan during this time, and soon he ran into others of his kind. They came together as a community and he finally got back into being able to study, but he was changed from his studious self, seeing no more point to be the good student he was, getting into many fights, and more feverishly pursuing his martial arts, starting to learn Kenjutsu, which he took to incredibly quickly.

His skill as a fighter brought him to the attention of radical Adepts who offered him a place among them, he accepted, seeing this as a much better alternative to a normal life. From then on he has been from part of Japan to another for military espionage, and assassination. He quickly gained the title of "Gensai the Muramasa" due to his profound speed, capable of killing targets before their guards could even react, which is reminiscent of one of the Hitokiri of the Bakamatsu. It felt like a fitting title for a member of a rebellion.

He was eventually stationed to the parts higher up their command, and placed in one of the main precursors to QUILL, an extremist group known as ARCHON (Adept Resistance Corp of Hope, Order, and Nationalization).

As a person, Itou is highly cynical, his humor is dry, and he seems more mature than his age. Early in his career as an espionage agent for Adepts, he was driven much by his hatred for being robbed of his life, however he met his family again not long after, and is now driven by the desire to see a world for Adepts, at any cost. Whether or not it will be alongside humans, as he sees governments and large powers as their representative, is still up for debate.

Though out of combat his eyes are still blue, one mission forced him to use his Septima for much longer than he was used to, putting so much stress on his body that it discoloured his hair too.

Kudos
Used: 1000
Remaining: 0

Gear:
 Lens-
 Left: Surgical Lens - Increases precision, allowing near-surgical strikes. (Crit+, Details+)
 Right: Seer Spec - Prevasion cost is cheaper.
 Ring: Traction Ring - Gives single-dash ability.
 Pendant: Geist Locket
 Mobility: [150]
 Run (25 Points)
 Jump (25 Points)
 Flip (25 Points)
 Wall Jump (25 Points)
 Dash (50 Points)

Gear- [140]
 Super Sneaker (10 Points)
 Tactical Sidearm Handgun (20)
 Septimal Katana, Shakuryu (50) - A Septimal Katana forged from a simple katana by Itou's Septima. It's blade has become blood red, while keeping a black backing. It briefly glows when his Septima is in use. It seems to respond more strongly with his, giving it an unusual sharpness.
 Combat Suit (60 Points)

Combat: [80]
 Small Blades Familiarity [Small] (5 Points)
 Katana Familiarity [Medium] (15 Points)

 Small Blades Training- Traditional [Small] (10 Points)
 Katana Training- Traditional [Medium] (25 Points)

 Handguns Familiarity- Firearm [Small] (10 Points)
 Handguns Training- Firearm [Small] (15 Points)

Septima-
 Name: Muramasa
 Element: Slash [Simple Element, 100]
 Color: Sleek black with red lightning
 Powers- [225]

Heaven's Pad [Shock 5] - A chargable slash that slashes the area immediately in front of Itou. Amount of slashes is increased based on charge time.

Retribution [Shock 5] - Itou will take a stance for a brief moment, having a variation of three. All have similar results, that being a rapid backstep into short lunging slash in a single motion accompanied by a burst similar to Heaven's Pad.

Phantom Twin [Shock 5] - This allows him to do an extra slash using his Septima. This basically allows him to fulfill the task of two people, letting him strike another enemy within sword's reach down while he cuts another with his own blade. It requires they be in front or to his flanks as the attack only reaches that area. This move also lets him extend combos in various ways. He can also simply make it mirror his attacks for heightened pressure.

God's Grasp [Sphere 10] - Create a solid instance of Slash all around in a static fashion, able to trap melee attacks in a razor-sharp barrier. This can be used as a general shield as well but is much more effective as a parry tool.

Judgement Cut [Sphere 10] - Seemingly distort a small area and cover it in slashes.

Bladewind [Beam 50] - Itou is able to throw out a bladed beam with a swing of his sword, and is able to do this consecutively too. He is also able to charge it for a larger and more powerful strike, while ones uncharged have speed comparable to bullets.

Shadow Cut [Self-Adjust, Prevasion, 75] - Itou upon being attacked can expend some EP to leave behind a mirage to absorb the strike in his place, essentially letting him use a substitution technique. This lets him easily mount a counter-attack to the unsuspecting attacker.

Blade of the Phantom God [Tool/Self Adjust 75+25] - This requires a weapon, or immediately gives him a [Simple Weapon Katana], allowing him to use this to create a second weapon to use in combat. If imbued to an existing weapon, this allows him to slice through near anything for a short few strikes, the duration is increased with a Septima-Enhanced weapon.

Build: Average
SP: 3/3
Special Skills: [300]

Offensive 1 (100 Points) Senshin no Tsurugi - A simple wide-area slash that deals heavy damage. Translated as Blade of the War God.
"The blood-soaked sword
The war-horn's echo
The blade that cleanses the battlefield"
Offensive 1 (100) Shinryuusoku Jinshi - An offensive skill that allows him to ride his Septima attacks, letting him move at breakneck speed while riding them. Translated as "Hasty Dragon God's Bladed Wings".
"The winds of destruction,
Sweeping all with it
Into a vortex of annihilation"

Recharge (100) Fuushin no Kisei - Uses raw Septimal energy to recharge EP. Translated as "Fervor of the Wind God".

[User]
Gavin, in response, kicked at the enemy man's stomach with his Techno Boot, not activating the thruster, of course. He would then holster his assault rifle, so that his now-free hand can try and finally snatch the duffel bag, before, if the enemy wasn't unconscious yet, kicking him again with the Techno Boot.

"Please," Gavin pleaded, "stay down, all of you; I don't want to kill anyone, but I will if I have to." He would then finally look at what's inside the bag, while making sure that if there were any enemies left to attack him, he had enough energy to open a portal and redirect any attack back at them.

Breathing in and out, Gavin noticed that blood was on his shoes. He hoped that it wouldn't end up being the blood of dead people; he was and had been willing to kill, but even so...

[Assistant]
As the sound of pain reached his ears, Joseph's instincts recognized it as the screams of serious injury, despite him never having heard those sounds beforehand. As terror seeped into his mind, his thoughts raced to the conclusion he had come to earlier: get out, quickly!

However, before the adrenaline rush would force him to run for his life from whomever caused that pain down in the cargo hold, he did manage to grab his suitcases.

Aided by his adrenaline rush, Joseph ran for the nearest way to deck, forcing it open by swinging one of his suitcases into it with his arms.

[User] Lilith heard the spherical object hit the floor and she ran with a slight limp away from it, hoping to get away from it before it did what it was going to do. Damn, these divers pissed her off. She was tempted to just throw a grenade over there but sadly, she had none. She drew her Demonshadow Katana and ran instead directly at them, throwing a beam of Demonshadow at the divers engaging her.

[Assistant]
Gensai the Muramasa
Out of control Cruise Ferry - Deck

As soon as he landed on the bow he could quickly survey the situation. Based on some of the crazy stuff going on, he can tell there were some Adepts on board, whether they were his enemy, or in combat with these soldiers was beyond him, but the ones he can see seemed to be fighting the soldiers. They didn't seem to come geared for Adepts specifically either, meaning they didn't expect adepts. There also seemed to be a hostage situation going on too as some soldiers who were herding the civvies on deck turned to him, and pulled out or picked up their harpoon guns.

As soon as they fired, Itou quickly sprinted at them, zig zagging in seemingly crazy ways, returning fire with a Bladewind, before abandoning the zig-zag pattern and speeding straight at them as soon as the harpoons had been expended, and going for a wide swing. They didn't have shields or anti-Adept equipment on them, meaning this was going to be easy as soon as he got to them, slicing through not just the soldiers themselves, but their guns too as they tried to raise and fire, rendering them useless.

[User]
The moment the whirling vortex of wind appeared, the lunging diver began wincing in pain as he moved. However, he was still able to punch the adept in the back of the head before the wind stopped, leaving him breathless. He stumbled back, panting a bit, as the boat slowed, then lurched to a drifting stop, floating in the ocean. The diver who had punched the Adept was then impaled by a curved blade, falling to the ground, the next was sent staggering as the heavy weight crashed into him. However, a small red light was now blinking, and letting out a buzzing sound on the console next to the tiller. The ship was going to be late.

 The man who had been kicked scrambled away in fear, clutching his stomach, and fumbling with his pocket. After he pulled out a small device, he spoke into it, calling for assistance, saying the job was in jeopardy. After stowing the assault rifle, however, the skinny adept would find that there was no duffle bag to be seen. Some of the mauled divers began crawling towards the stairs, while others writhed in agony and despair as they bled out in excruciating pain, almost unable to hear what was being said.
 "You... you're a monster!" one of the divers shouted, and began shooting a pistol with a panicked persistance from his position on the ground.

 The German man running wildly up the stairs to the deck would be met with the sight of a pale woman running away from the wall, as an explosion sounded moments later. Not long after that, a throng of divers began running down the stairs, some almost ignoring him. The passengers who had been rounded up remained guarded, however.

 As Palav and the new Arrival rushed forth, they would see a beam of smokey darkness blast through several of the divers who had gathered near the stairs. A few stray shots floated past the beam, but most didn't make it past the beam. Hindered by the beam, they were helpless against the slash from the new arrival, which cut right through five of them, as the beam disabled three. The fighter in pink paused as he saw this, a harpoon from the hostage guards cutting through his shoulder, before barreling towards one of the other adepts in the fight.

[Assistant]
Gavin Prince

With a twirl of his finger, Gavin whisked away the bullets to empty space with a small wormhole, then used another tiny portal to take away the goon's pistol, which would reappear in the floor in front of the young man.

As for the person who used to have the duffel bag, Gavin would open another small wormhole right in front of his face, and then punch through it, causing the goon to run directly into the Navy Seal's fist.

He would then portal away the laser weapon the enemy used back to his cabin room; Gavin might need it in the future. That might yet be the largest expenditure of energy he might have attempted yet.

Then, finally, he would start looking for the mysterious bag, because it obviously contained explosives or something terroristic, while portalling away any attempts to attack him. And once he had finally found the bag and disabled whatever metaphorical witchery it contained, Gavin would then look for a first aid kit in the cargo hold or brought by the divers; compassion had won out and he wanted to give the wounded medical attention, even though it would delay his' saving the hostages or investigating the sounds of battle on the top of the ship...